Chapter 12

Nine months was a long time to wait for experimental results. Especially when one had just spent years and years crossing interstellar distances. Axcix looked over the adjustments she’d made a while back. Four months was a more reasonable waiting period. It wasn’t an easy task to alter gestation rates. Especially for a complex species. But Axcix felt she’d been more than equal to the task.

Linda leaned over the toilet and heaved again. It had been like this for several days. She’d wake up before anyone else and throw up for a while. Between that, and her swelling belly, it seemed like David might have succeeded in breeding her. Except, of course, it was too early for her to show. So maybe it was just something she ate. Linda retched again. Or maybe not.

After a while, she felt better and stood up. She rinsed her mouth out a good long while at the sink and wandered into her bedroom on shaky legs and past her snoring husband. Poor William. So sweet and so clueless. At least she’d given him a little sex over the past few months. If this was pregnancy, she’d be able to give William a plausible tale of fatherhood.

Linda shuddered as she opened the door and slipped out into the hall. She opened David’s door and locked it behind her. They had a couple hours until William usually woke up, more than enough time for a little mother-son time.

“Davey, I see you’re already hard, sweetheart.” It was true, his penis stood proud under the covers as he slept on his back. Getting no response, Linda lifted the covers and crawled underneath. The smell was pungent and divine under there. It smelled of raw teenager. She shivered in anticipation. “Davey.” She moved in between his legs and nuzzled those overripe balls. Her hands went up to the shaft and stroked slowly. She breathed in his scent over and over.

“Mom?” David opened his eyes. His room was still dark. “What time is it?” No one took care of him the way his mother did. His whole body surged with pleasure.

“It’s ... early ... Davey,” Linda said between licks of his scrotum. She climbed up his lean body and straddled his pole. “It’s going to be another beautiful day.” She sighed, the blanket still covering her head, and sank down, feeling that long gadget spear her completely. She rocked her hips gently.

“Mom?” David looked down at the lump of blanket humping him. It still blew his mind, thinking about his little mother moving like a harlot on his dick. He lifted up the blanket and put it over his head so that they shared the same confined space. He could smell her wetness under there.

“Yes, sweetie?” Linda sped up her hips. She was already going to cum.

“I want to do Ms. Gonzalez.” He grabbed her ample hips. “Can I?”

“Yeeessss...” Linda shook all over and buried her face in David’s broad chest. Her fingernails dug into his skin. When she recovered, she lifted herself back up and bounced up and down on his long shaft. “If you’re a good boy ... and you fill me up ... ooooohhhh ... this morning ... I’ll let you have her ... when you get home from school.” Linda’s face contorted as she came again.

“Thanks, Mom.” David watched the dark shadows of his mom’s boobs bounce in counter-elliptical paths. It was mesmerizing. Ten minutes later, he flooded her pregnant pussy with cum.

There was a knock on Roy’s door. “Roy, you slob, have you seen Mom?”

“Don’t be a bitch, Annie.” Roy stopped his hips and rested his fat, sweaty belly on his mom’s swelling tummy. He put his right hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out with his sister right outside. “I haven’t seen her. She’s probably in the shower or something.” He looked down at his mom’s wide, brown eyes and smiled. “Mom gets so dirty, Annie.”

“Ugh, you are so gross.” Annie gave one last whack at the door. “I’m going to school now, later loser.” Her loud footsteps descended the stairs and then she was gone.

Roy took his hand off Amanda’s mouth and grabbed one of her large boobs. The nipple was darker than usual. His hips resumed thrusting.

“Be ... nice ... to your ... uuuuhhhhh ... sister.” Amanda’s toes pointed straight up in the air and her hands moved around on Roy’s back, flexing her fingers with pleasure.

“Hey, Mom.” Roy ignored her request. “I’ve got ... a question.” He was now hammering her with long powerful strokes. With his dad and sister out of the house, he didn’t have to try and be quiet. His bed squealed in protest and the mattress sunk down every time he lowered all his weight onto her hips. “Are you having my ... baby?” He wiped sweat from his forehead.

“Ooohhhhh ... Roy ... I think so. It’s not your ... father’s.” Amanda grunted, putty in her son’s hands.

“Sweeeet.” Roy slapped at her right boob. “You’re going to have so many grandkids, Mom. And I bet you’ll pop out the first one. Yeehaw. You’re my bitch now, Mom.” He withdrew from her pussy and lined his dick up with her anus.

“No Roy.” Amanda made little fists and beat at his back to get his attention. “My wedding ring’s in my butt. If you ... do that. We’ll lose it.”

“Oh, yeah.” Roy raised his dick and slipped it back into her pussy. He reached under her and grabbed her wide ass. He humped into her with all his might.

“Thank you, Roy. Oh, thank...” The first hot splash of cum filled her vagina and the euphoria swept any further thoughts out of Amanda’s pretty head. She howled as her son seeded her before school.

“I found your ring while cleaning the bathroom yesterday.” Susy stepped back from the stove and reached into the pocket on her apron. She pulled out the sparkling wedding ring and held it up for her daughter to see.

“Oh, that’s where that went to.” Sally walked over to Susy and took the ring from her mother’s hand. “Where’s Pat?”

“Still sleeping. He’s been sneaking off to see that harlot of a girlfriend. She tires him out.” Susy moved back to the stove and picked up the spatula. The smell of hash browns and bacon filled the room. “And your father left for work a little while ago. Sit down, Sally, I’ll have some breakfast ready for you in a minute.”

“Sure, Mom.” Sally didn’t make eye contact. She felt very uncomfortable for forgetting Jack’s ring. Especially after getting her eighteen-year-old brother off twice. Even worse, she had an image in her mind that kept playing over and over. It was what she thought her mother’s mouth might have looked like when she wrapped those pink lips around Patrick’s fat cock. She pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, tucked her dress under her, and sat down.

“So, daughter of mine.” Susy eyed Sally as she sat at the table. Her daughter slipped the ring back onto her finger. “Our husbands expect more of us than misplaced rings without a second thought. What if I hadn’t found it? What if you went home to Jack without those beautiful diamonds on your finger? I’m sure he’d be very upset.”

“You’re one to talk.” Sally’s brow furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line. “You did it, too.”

“I’ve never lost my ring, sugar.” Susy used the spatula to remove the hash browns and bacon from their pans and neatly placed the food on a white plate. “Your father wouldn’t hear of it, if that happened.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Sally looked up as Susy delivered the plate in front of her.

“I really don’t.” Susy raised an eyebrow. She’d managed to push her untoward actions with Patrick to the back of her mind. Denial could be a powerful tool. And she had no idea that her daughter had heard her sloppily sucking her son the other night. She really didn’t know what Sally was talking about.

“Never mind.” Sally felt bad for her father, but she was just as guilty as her mother. She didn’t have a leg to stand on. She picked up a fork and pushed a hash brown on her plate. “I’ll be more careful.”

“That’s good, sugar.” Susy turned and walked to the refrigerator. “Would you like some juice?”

“Yes, please.” Sally felt herself pulled in a million directions. Her family’s actions were out of control. She should run home and away from there. Get back to Jack. But she didn’t want to leave Patrick. She wanted to spend at least a little more time with her brother. Maybe she could even meet this new girlfriend of his. Normal sisterly thoughts vied in her brain with strange perversions. She didn’t know what to do so she ate her breakfast in silence. To make matters even worse, it seemed that her clothes were a bit tight on her. Was she gaining weight?

David and Patrick passed Roy in the hall and nobody made eye contact. When Roy was long passed, David leaned down to his friend. “What a slob.”

“He’s always been a slob.” Patrick looked up and tried to smile. The three friends had been together for years, it was difficult to have Roy split the way he had.

“Yeah, but not like that.” Patrick offered a faint smile back. “Hair a mess, shirt untucked, sweater torn. He looks like a beatnik.”

“Forget him.” Patrick looked up as the bell rang signaling next class. “Are you busy ... with ... um ... you know ... your mom ... after school?” They stopped in the hall as students rushed by.

“We did it this morning.” David leaned in closer and whispered. “She said I could do it with the new houseguest afterschool.” His smile broadened. “You find that meteor yet?”

“Well, um...” Patrick stammered.

“You got sidetracked with your detective girlfriend, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” Patrick nodded.

“Just enjoy it, man.” David clapped Patrick on the shoulder. “We’re living the dream.”

“Some dreams turn into nightmares.” Patrick’s smile left his face.

“Not this one.” David gave him a nod and walked into class.

Patrick followed, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Roy, with complete nonchalance, walked into Caroline Rodgers’s chemistry class. “The principal wants to see you, Mrs. Rodgers.”

The energy in the class leapt a level as several conversations sprung up among the students.

“Quiet class. Hello ... Mr. Ackerman.” Caroline’s round cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. She pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders. “Did he say to what this is pertaining?”

Roy shrugged.

“Okay.” Caroline pointed to the front row. “Chrissy, you lead the class on a review of Chapter 13. I’ll be back in few minutes.” She gave the class a stern gaze. “Mind Chrissy, class. She’s in charge until I get back.” With that she smoothed out her blouse, stepped out of the class, and followed Roy down the hall. They stopped outside the freshman math classroom. “This isn’t the principal’s office,” Caroline whispered. She looked around, but the halls were empty.

“Shit, did you think that was real?” Roy chuckled to himself. “Go in there and tell Mrs. Bennett that she has to come with you.”

“Why?” Caroline looked down at the slovenly eighteen-year-old and felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Do I have to spell it out for you.” Roy talked to her like she was a misbehaving child.

“I won’t.” Caroline shook her head.

“Hey, everyone.” Roy called loudly down the empty hall. “I’ve got a teacher here trying to –”

Caroline put a shaking hand over Roy’s mouth. “Fine, I’ll do it. But how?”

“Make something up.” Roy shrugged again. He watched Caroline take a deep breath and walk into the room. The class all turned to watch her as she entered. She said a few things to Fiona Bennett, and then Fiona said something to the class. The two women walked back to the door. Roy was quite interested in Fiona. She was an older teacher, and recently she’d lost most of her gray hair, some of her wrinkles, and slimmed down considerably. All but her breasts, which had gone in the opposite direction. Roy wanted to see what she looked like under those smart swing dresses she always wore. Her now mostly-brown hair was back in a tight braid.

Caroline led Fiona out of the classroom. “I let her know that the principal put you in charge of the drill in the...”

“Art room.” Roy nodded and smiled. “There’s no one in the art room this period.” He led them down the hall doing jumping jacks the whole way.

“Are you sure about this?” Fiona looked over at the younger teacher. She thought Caroline looked quite nervous about something. “This is quite...” She looked at the fat kid exercising in front of them as they walked. “ ... unusual.”

“Yes, it’s a drill.” Caroline lowered her blue eyes.

The two teachers and the student entered the art room. There were wide tables all about, some stacked with large sheets of paper. Everything else had been put away.

Fiona went to turn on the lights.

“No lights.” Roy ambled over to her and moved her hand from the switch. He then reached down and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” Fiona’s thoughts drifted as the sweaty, disgusting kid touched her. There was the most wonderful scent in that room. She hadn’t remembered smelling it there any time before. A warmth spread out from her vagina and she felt most peculiar.

“Mrs. Bennett’s a nice lady, Roy.” Caroline’s knees trembled as she watched the pivotal moment. “Don’t do this.”

“Mrs. Rodgers, kindly take off Mrs. Bennett’s clothes.” Roy unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to his ankles.

“What’s happening, Caroline?” Fiona looked to the taller blonde teacher with confusion in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Fiona.” Caroline stepped over to her and unbuttoned Fiona’s blouse. “But you will feel things you never thought possible.” She pulled the blouse off, folded it, and placed it on a nearby table. “You’ll love it. I promise.” Caroline then bent at the knees and pulled down the woman’s skirt. She helped Fiona step out of it and then placed it with the blouse.

“I need ... I need...” Fiona’s nostrils flared.

“I knew it, look at that body. You’ve got one classy chassis, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy looked the teacher up and down as she stood in her supportive bra and panties, heels still on her feet. “I’ll show you what you need.” Roy lowered his underwear and his massive erection flopped into the open. The dark, almost black, knobby head looked very angry.

“I’ve never seen anything...” Fiona’s large breasts rose and fell and she struggled for breath. “ ... like that.”

“Help her out, Mrs. Rodgers.” Roy winked at Caroline.

“Okay, Roy.” Caroline put one hand on the back of Fiona’s head and one hand on the delicate curve at the small of her back. She gently pushed Fiona onto her knees in front of Roy. “He likes it when you put one hand on the shaft and the other on one of his testicles. You know ... while you’re sucking.”

“I’ve never done this for my husband.” Fiona stared at the precum oozing out of the head. “And even if I had...” She felt gentle pressure on her braid and her head moved forward until the penis touched her lips and rubbed against her cheek. Sparks exploded before her eyes and euphoric lightning shot through her nerves. She needed more.

Five minutes later, Caroline sat on a nearby table, her skirt up around her hips and her panties pushed to the side. Without shame, she stroked her blonde pussy as she watched the older teacher slobber on Roy’s monster. Caroline’s mouth hung open. It seems Fiona could follow instructions, even in new enterprises. The old woman, who looked remarkable for her age, slid her left hand up and down the shaft, while she massaged Roy’s right ball with her right hand. Caroline looked at the diamond ring gliding along that veiny cock and thought about all the faithful decades Fiona had just defenestrated.

“What do you ... think, Mrs. Rodgers, should I ... cum on her face?” Roy breathed hard with his hands on his hips and looked over at his pretty chemistry teacher.

“Yes,” Caroline squeaked. Her left hand moved quickly, a blur on her engorged clit. She gave Roy a slight nod with her head.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhh?” Fiona had never even considered such a filthy thing. He would ejaculate on her face? What well of depravity had she stumbled down? Minutes ago, she stood primly in her classroom, teaching math to freshman. Now, she slurped at a perversely large penis and waited to be defiled. And she couldn’t stop it.

“Here ... it ... comes ... Mrs. Bennett.” Roy pulled his dick from her mouth, slapped her cheek with it, and then let loose inches from her face. “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.”

There was no time for the disgust she expected. The second the first drop of sperm hit Fiona’s nose, she experienced the most blindingly pure pleasure. She fell to the floor and writhed as the eighteen-year-old boy coated her with his seed. She was only dimly aware of Caroline and Roy talking as she coasted on her high.

“Amazing.” Roy jerked out the last few sprays of cum. “Get her up ... and bend her ... over the table,” he panted.

“Okay, Roy.” Caroline had just had her own orgasm watching Fiona submit to the fat teenager. She slid off the table and grabbed Fiona under her arms, careful not to get Roy’s cum on her own clothes. She pulled Fiona to her feet and bent down to remove her panties. Fiona leaned against the table with vacant eyes, offering no resistance. Caroline reached behind Fiona and unclasped her bra. It fell to the floor revealing a pair of large, round boobs. There were stretch marks at the top, and some sagging, but those did not seem like the breasts of an older woman. “Alright, Fiona. Get ready.” Caroline maneuvered the teacher and bent her down over the art table. The woman’s bare boobs pressed into the Formica and the cum on her face began to drip onto the tabletop.

“Say goodbye to your old pussy, Mrs. Bennett.” Roy giggled, stepped up behind her, and rubbed her slick vaginal lips with the head of his dick.

“Wait.” Fiona looked to her left at Caroline, the focus had returned some to her eyes. “We can’t let him –” The long dick unlocked something deep inside her as it slipped in and spread her out. “Oooooohhhhhh nnnnnoooooooo.” It was like discovering the Fibonacci sequence for the first time. So beautiful, and so obviously the way nature had intended things. Fiona braced herself against the table as the fat boy pistoned in and out of her vagina. She could feel his chubby stomach slapping against her butt.