Chapter 28

1315 hours, local time
Saturday, 24 January, 2015
University of Southern Indiana
Evansville, Indiana

“Honey ... your name is Honey?” David laughed as he pumped in and out of one of the many college coeds in the student housing at the University of Southern Indiana.

“Honey Marks. The family name used to be... ‘Marx,’ but it was changed during the Cold War, for obvious reasons. I personally like the change. I don’t want to be held up to the comedic standards of the Marx Brothers, either,” the coed, well-named due to her honey-blonde hair, told him.

“You want to have my baby, too, Honey?” David teased her now, his celebrity status growing within hours of his arrival.

“Oh, fuck, yes ... I don’t care that you’re ... going to be gone! It will be an honor to have your spawn!” Honey pleaded with David, her pussy soaked by her arousal as she felt his cock invading her, even as her own mother began rimming her, “ooh, looks like Mom wants to be next!”

“Are you a coed, too, ma’am?” David teased the mother, who looked up and grinned.

“I was ... I just want to pretend to be again for a hot minute ... besides, like my daughter said, it’s an honor. I might or might not be married, but wherever he is, if he’s alive, I hope that my husband is getting to rail some coeds, too. Schumacher Syndrome is such a beauty like that, liberating us from romantic and sexual jealousy, you know,” the mother said, “and how could I look at such a beautiful ass and not want to lick it? Half of it comes from my sweet Glenn, anyway.”

“What’s your name, ma’am?” David declared as he kept humping her daughter in front of her in the now unisex dormitory.

“Hortense. I was named after Napoleon’s stepdaughter, not that I’m sure why. Yes, that Napoleon, the more famous one. She was forced to marry her stepfather’s brother, basically her own uncle, Louis, the King of Holland. She never much cared for him, but such was the way of the past ... arranged marriage,” the mother said, “I was just seventeen when I gave birth to my sweet Honey ... we were high school sweethearts, and I never could keep my legs closed with him. I never have, in fact. Honey has six sisters and three brothers.”

“Did you ... get your diploma?” David asked while still pounding her daughter beneath her, even as he watched Hortense rimming Honey with glee.

“GED, close enough. I worked plenty, of course, but I also spent a lot of time at home, raising my ten children. We were good Midwestern Catholics ... home was the priority, you know, even in the late nineties. Dad was a Reagan Democrat for years before going Republican in order to vote for Phil Gramm. Irish on my mother’s side, Austrians on my father’s. Long story on that,” Hortense told him with some pride, “my great-great-grandfather was captured by the Italians in World War One and simply chose to go on to America instead of his homeland.”

“Mom ... oh, God, Mom ... that tongue ... and his cock ... too ... much!” Honey creamed herself and squeezed out the contents of the Prophet’s balls through his prick.

“Well done, my love ... I can’t wait to hear of her pregnant by you ... don’t forget her mother next!” Andrea, David’s once estranged, now reconciled wife, encouraged her husband, even as she fingered her niece, Denise, who had been his first companion on the travels.

“Don’t worry, wifey, that’s about to happen ... don’t stop fingering our niece, of course ... our sweet niece!” David groaned as he lined up behind Hortense, with Honey’s tongue now exploring her own mother’s ass.

“Oh, yes, fuck ... yes ... take me ... use me ... just as you took my daughter ... oh, Honey, yes, that tongue ... lick me the way that I licked you!” Hortense moaned and shouted with delight as her new lover, the Prophet, fucked her ... and her own daughter tasted her bottom.

“That’s fucking hot, I must confess,” Melanie shouted, even as she rode her cucky husband, Kyle, and enjoyed the way that Jenny sat on his face.

Admittedly, Kyle was a bit less cucky over time, and Melanie minded that less and less, but there were still enough ... traces of that lifestyle ... and old habits ... and mindsets ... and he enjoyed making a game of it, playing along at times. She enjoyed rewarding him for that, too, though it mattered less and less as this condition, Schumacher Syndrome, became more and more of an overt influence on their behavior. Kyle was certainly far more of a virile stud than he used to be, and no small part of Melanie enjoyed that fact ... and was proud of him for it.