Chapter 17

The scent of something basic and primeval filled Patrick’s room. It mingled with what Adeline guessed was the smell of sex. Up until that moment, she’d been a good girl. She’d gone to college to find a husband like most modern women. But she hadn’t let any of those handsy university boys get past first base. As she looked at Patrick’s massive gadget plumbing the depths of their mother, she thought maybe she shouldn’t have been so coy with boys. Did all men have such magnificent looking penises? Patrick’s dick was so long, hard, and strong. Adeline’s knees trembled as she watched her brother hump their mom. “Can I... ? Can I... ?” Adeline squeaked. She didn’t even know what she was asking for. As her nostrils flared, she realized she wanted all of it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Sally watched her small, skinny brother pulverize their well-proportioned mom with his gift from God. She’d heard them go at it so many times, and imagined what it looked like. Her imagination hadn’t done the union justice.

“What?” Adeline slowly turned her eyes away from the savage show and looked at her prim and proper sister. For the first time in her life she felt something stir between her legs while gazing at another woman. Maybe it was just that she was carried away from watching the indecency taking place on Patrick’s bed. Or maybe, it was something else. Sally was very pretty. With her red hair and freckles, she looked almost exotic compared to the brown hair and olive skin of the rest of the Lannits. Without thinking, Adeline leaned over, her eyelids fluttering. The feeling was similar to her experiences in backseats at drive-ins with boys. But this was her sister. And Adeline didn’t have the foggiest notion why she so needed a kiss.

Did her younger sister want to kiss her? Sally sucked in her breath. She looked at the pretty woman leaning toward her, with what was unmistakably a kiss-me-face. Why not? How was it any different than all the kissing her and Patrick had been doing lately? Sally stepped in close and snaked her arms around Adeline’s shoulders. Their lips met and electric sparks shot between them. Sally felt her sister’s hands on the small of her back. It was pure magic. Their tongues entwined, and soon the muted sounds of their make-out session joined the slapping, grunting sounds of sex that filled the room.

“Mom, look.” Patrick watched his sisters as he stretched out his mother from behind. Susy had her face buried in Patrick’s pillow. He saw her curly brown hair wiggle as she shook her head. Even after all that happened, Patrick felt awkward taking complete control of Susy. But he really wanted her to see what was happening. “Look at them.” He reached for her hair and took a fistful from behind. He lifted her head, tightened his grip, and turned her face toward the young women who were now feeling up each other’s boobs from outside their dresses and rubbing up against each other.

“Oh ... no ... oh ... no...” Susy chanted through clenched teeth. She had been a fool to think the genie could go back in the bottle after what had happened at church. She had given her body to her son to take him away from an older woman. Then, she’d thrown herself into lust to spare her daughter. But all she’d accomplished was her own depravity. She knew Patrick would take whatever he wanted now. He was a good boy. He usually made sound decisions. At least, he did for a boy only eighteen-years-old. But she couldn’t rely on him thinking with his upstairs head anymore. No, he was now guided by the head that kept banging at the entrance to her womb. “Stop ... stop...” Susy croaked at her daughters. But either they didn’t hear her or they didn’t care. “Leave ... leave ... leeeeaaaaaaavvvveeeeeee.” Her body seized up as Patrick slammed up against her butt and another orgasm washed over her. She was lost. They were all lost in a sea of animal instincts. She heard Patrick grunt out his own climax and another orgasm hit her right on top of the first. By the time her mind was lucid enough for thought, she was lying by herself on the bed, sperm leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.

“Oh, wow, you two look so good doing that.” Patrick said.

“Pat?” Susy lifted her head and gazed at the middle of the room. Patrick stood naked, his long penis extending out in front of him. His sisters kneeled before him. Sally had his right testicle in her mouth, and she slurped on it loudly. Adeline giggled and tentatively stuck out her tongue to lick up the bodily fluids left there by mother and son. Susy was too awash in the after-buzz of sex to reprimand the lot of them. Instead, she rested her head on her arm and watched the Lannit family unravel.

“How does it taste?” Patrick admired the way his sisters worked him. They couldn’t be more different. Sally was confident and showed her experience. Adeline looked dreamy and unsure of herself.

Adeline sucked a large dollop of cum into her mouth and her eyes rolled in her head. She leaned back. “So ... ggggoooooooooooodddddddddd.” Her whole body quaked for a moment. “Like ... salt ... and heaven.” Her eyes blinked several times and she looked up at Patrick. “What happened?”

“You haven’t ever had an orgasm before?” The surprise showed on Patrick’s face.

Adeline shook her head and focused back on the large, spongy head of her brother’s cock with avarice.

“Well, get used to it, I guess.” Patrick guided his dick into her mouth and let the sisters work him for a while.

Forty-five minutes later, Sally lay hip to hip with her mother on Patrick’s bed, an enraptured expression on her face. She lazily watched her younger sister and brother hump. Her mother lay on her stomach, and Sally lay partially on her back, her boobs hanging toward the edge of the bed.

“Is this ... uh ... uh ... uh ... what sex is ... always like?” Adeline had an expression of deep reverence on her face as she locked eyes with Patrick. They faced each other, standing up. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall and thrust her hips out at him. Her naked tits jigged on her chest with each impact.

“Until ... ugh ... a little while ago. I didn’t know about it either.” Patrick had his arms around her hips, gripping her round butt tightly, hunching himself into her repeatedly.

“Should we tell them this isn’t what sex is always like?” Sally reached over and ran her finger tips over the beguiling curve of her mom’s ass. A brief image of her loving husband flashed in her mind, but then she sent it away.

“I never...” Susy’s gaze fixed on the mating pair. It was true, this was a new kind of sex that Patrick had invented. Nothing like the other men in Susy’s life. The power of the moment had broken Susy down to the point that she didn’t even protest when Adeline pleaded with Patrick to put it all inside her.

Shortly after, Patrick obliged.

Listening to David work his way through their houseguests upstairs, Linda stood in the kitchen wringing a dishtowel in her hand. Something was wrong with her son. Her normally eloquent and thoughtful young man couldn’t string two sentences together. And all of the gentleness he normally brought to their lovemaking had evaporated.

The last few days he’d been acting so odd. When he’d come home earlier, he’d smelled heavily of sex. But that hadn’t prevented him from pushing her down and nailing her with his giant cock to the front hallway floor. And he’d never even bothered to close the front door. It was a wonder the neighbors hadn’t spotted them rutting like that. Without arriving at his own orgasm, he suddenly discarded her and raced upstairs. It was all so strange. Even stranger than what Linda had become accustomed to.

One of the women upstairs started to scream. Linda thought it sounded like pleasure. Maybe she should check on them. But she didn’t want to confront this strange new version of her son.

A knock on the door brought Linda out of her trance. She put down the dish towel and went to answer the door. It wasn’t until her hand was on the knob that she realized she couldn’t open the door while the frenzy carried on upstairs.

“Mrs. Riles? You in there? It’s Roy.” Roy shouted through the door and pounded at it again.

Linda stood nervously behind the door. The smell of sex wafted down from upstairs and her vagina gushed despite the situation. She couldn’t help it. She put a hand on her bulging belly and tried to think what to do. She hated that fat teenager, Roy. He’d taken advantage of her. She wasn’t about to let him into her house.

“Notice anything different about your son?” Roy’s muffled voice reverberated in the front hall. “I know how to get old Davey back to normal.”

“Really?” Linda brushed a wayward strand of blond hair out of her face. Her hand turned the knob and the front door swung open. There stood the short, fat, and ugly Roy Ackerman. A sheen of sweat on his forehead shone in the afternoon light. His smile curved upward with what seemed to Linda to be ungodly malice. She didn’t bother with pleasantries she might have extended to any other guest. “What about David?”

“Well, hello, Mrs. Riles.” Roy stepped in through the doorway, pushing Linda aside. “Very nice to see you, too.” He gazed down at the round belly stretching the material of her dress. “Looks like you’re preggers, just like my mom.” He rubbed his chin as he stared at her bulge. “Come to think of it, your babies might have the same father.” He glanced at her questioning blue eyes. “Me. Dummy.” Roy sniggered. “Anyway...” Roy spun her around and had her face a family portrait on the wall. He could tell she was already under his perspiration’s thrall. The sound of hot and heavy sex filtered down from the floor above. “ ... it was probably either me or Davey, right? The old man not giving it to you like he used to?” He ran his hands down over her slowly, lingering on the tantalizing curve at the small of her back. He could feel her trembling.

“My husband is a good man.” Air blowing in from the open door tickled her exposed butt as Roy lifted her dress. She hadn’t put panties back on since David had taken her earlier. She tried to focus, to get what she needed from this horrible boy. “What’s wrong with David?”

Roy laughed. “How should I know? I lied about all that stuff. I just wanted to have another go with you.” Roy’s mean dick flopped out when he lowered his pants. It was ready. He was going to make every woman in Portsmith bow before his cock. Even his stupid friend’s mom. He rubbed his dark, knobby head at her opening from behind. Of course, she was wet and ready.

“No, you can’t ... aaaaahhhhhhhhh.” Despite herself, Linda pushed her hips back against him, urging the invading member inside her. Where was her willpower? She hated the man entering her, but welcomed him all the same. “That should only be for ... Bill ... and David ... oooohhhhhh.” In front of her, the family portrait began to bounce on the wall as she took his thrusts. She stared at the posing family before her. The picture was only from a few years ago, but she barely recognized herself. The happy, naïve smile on her photographed face while she pressed up next to Bill stood in stark contrast to the twisted expression that tortured her face now.

“Damn ... you’re hot for me ... aren’t you?” Roy slapped her ass hard. He looked out the open front door as a car drove by. He didn’t know if anyone had seen them. He didn’t care. He pumped his hips faster. It was clear that no one could resist him. The men would go limp before him, and the women would spread their legs. All hail Roy, King of Portsmith. “You like that?” He smacked her again and enjoyed her shriek in response.

“No ... only for ... David.” Linda’s fingertips dug into the paint on her wall.

“You know ... you’re telling me ... that you’re saving your pussy ... for your son ... right?” Roy laughed again. “You’re a sick ... bitch ... Mrs. Riles.”

“Oh ... God.” Linda shook uncontrollably. People weren’t supposed to talk to her like that.

“You and ... Mrs. Susy Lannit ... are friends ... right?” Roy watched another car pass down the street. Eventually they’d be discovered. He relished the thought. Everyone should know his power and tremble before him.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh ... nnnooooooooooo...” At the mention of her self-possessed friend, Linda orgasmed on that unforgiving cock. Would this fat teenager destroy Susy’s vagina, too? She thought it likely. The whole world had turned upside down, and it seemed only the basest instincts controlled their lives.

“Tell me ... the baby ... is mine.” Roy didn’t slow down as the housewife suffered through her obvious climax. He was intent now on only two things; her complete fall, and his own pleasure.

“It’s not.” Linda hissed through clenched teeth. No matter how much she hated the teenager behind her, she couldn’t stop pushing back at him. He had her gripped by the hips. But really, he had her soul in a vice, squeezing her frenzied pleasure centers. “It’s ... ugh ... David’s.”

“Doubtful.” Roy humped her for a while, listening to the screaming going on upstairs. That dimwit was really giving it to somebody.

“Linda?” A woman’s voice came in through the open door. “Oh ... good ... gracious ... no.”

It wasn’t easy to feel anything but ecstasy at the moment, but a dull sense of horror did make some headway in Linda’s brain. She had forgotten about the open door, but now that she turned her head and looked out, she could see her neighbor, Mrs. Gilbert standing on the sidewalk, looking right at her humiliation with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “Don’t ... look ... ugh ... Liz,” Linda pleaded. But even now, she couldn’t pull away from the hideous deed she performed in the hallway. Even as reality pushed its ugly nose into what should have been a private disgrace.

Lizzie Gilbert turned and ran down the street, her heels clicking off into the distance.

“What ... have you done?” Linda, totally defeated, turned and looked at her poor family, immortalized in innocence by the picture on the wall. “The whole town ... will know.”

“You’re nothing ... but a common harlot now.” Roy was ready to mark her insides with his stuff again. He couldn’t knock her up anymore, but he wanted her to know she was his territory. “Everyone will know ... you’re mine.”

“Nooooooo.” But even as she said it, her body told her it was true. Whatever Roy had done to David, had left Linda vulnerable. And Roy had used the opportunity to take a vile foray into her most private places. “Just do it. Just ... put it all inside ... me.” Linda cried out for the whole neighborhood to hear. That molten elixir bathed her insides in pure pleasure. When she came to a few minutes later, she was on the floor. She watched Roy’s white butt ascend her stairs to wreak more havoc upstairs. With a trembling hand, she finally closed the front door. She then stood and slowly followed Roy to the second floor.

Everything was in order for a visit to her boyfriend. Donna checked her reflection in the sidelight by Patrick’s front door. Her lipstick was perfect, and her hair neatly tucked back in a ponytail. She adjusted her glasses and smoothed out her swing dress, tugging it into place a little where it resisted her new, bulging body. She looked smart. A woman ready to collect her partner and take the fight to whatever hid in the lake. Her knock went unanswered. Donna knocked again, but nothing.

It had been a rocky start to her relationship with Susy Lannit, but things seemed well in hand now. When you share sex and secrets, that can change even the bitterest rivals into bosom buddies. She didn’t think Susy would mind if she let herself in. Donna tried the door. It was unlocked. She quietly let herself in and closed the door behind her. Inside, all she heard was the faint ticking of a mantle clock.

Exploring the first floor, Donna found nothing stirring. She supposed Patrick’s father would disapprove of the mess around the house when he returned home from work. She hadn’t known the Lannit house to be in such a state of disorder in the past. “Hello?” No one responded. Something tingled down her spine. Had something happened here? Donna stopped, bent down, and carefully removed her heels. Best to tread lightly into the unknown.

With apprehension growing, Donna made her way to the second floor. She found the master bedroom well-made. She checked in on Sally’s bedroom, and it was neat as well. Adeline’s bedroom had a suitcase on the bed. Finally, with bated breath, Donna opened the door to Patrick’s bedroom. She let out a sigh of shock and relief. There on the bed, piled together in their nakedness, were Patrick, Susy, Adeline, and Sally. They napped heavily, clearly exhausted from their afternoon’s activities. Donna tilted her head and nibbled on her bottom lip. Of course, Susy and Sally were not news to Donna. But Adeline was. And having all the Lannits together at once was certainly a surprise. She doubted very much that Patrick had planned this. It wasn’t his style. And besides, he would have told her in advance. She didn’t think he kept any secrets from his girlfriend.