Chapter 3

So now, after rolling onto his side to watch, my dad sighs as I help my whimpering mother strip for the creature, unzipping her skirt as she tears open her blouse. Eyes maddened with desire; she is so agitated she rips away its last two buttons before scrabbling free of her bra. As she dashes down the hall, pale tits swaying before her, she flings her panties off her ankle and kicks them into the wall. After slamming her hand against the doorframe, mom skids on the tile and lurches from sight.

By the time I arrive, having tossed mom’s soaked underwear into her bedroom, Sherri is leaning against one wall, her hands stroking a tentacle as she suckles its tip. Meanwhile, my mom is running her fingers along an approaching appendage as it rises before her. As moans slide from her parted lips and her tits sway, two other thick ones coil their way up her legs.

The creature’s motions are mesmerizing; it pulses and slithers its tendrils towards her. Though hungry, it does not rush. It knows they will wait for it. The flickering lights shine off my mom’s upturned chest as she spreads her legs wider to let them penetrate her.

“Oh!” Short hair drifting along her shaking shoulders, she rolls her head to me. “It feeds me! Oh!”

Once again, I lean back against the doorframe, grinning at my mom, and watch it play with her. Sometimes, it binds first, then lifts. Other times it pierces, like it will now, and then binds and lifts. It so loves to play with them.

“Oh!” And me.

Having jerked at the tendril roping its way up my leg, I pull down my zipper and tug out my hard dick. I love this part. Its fleshy tip opens wide, revealing a long dark maw, dripping with crimson ooze. Its warmth glides over me and my cock disappears. Completely inside it, the feeling is beyond pleasure. One hand claws at the tile wall as I sweep the fingers of the other along the tubular, pulsating flesh. As I gasp for air under its suction, my mother lurches upward. The twirling thick stems arrive at the top of her legs and drive into her. Between huffing breaths, I chuckle as she stares down at the disappearing tubes.

“Oh fuck! So deep!” And just as her head arches back to unleash a cry, the third bulky appendage flies from her hands and delves into her throat.

As mom writhes in pleasure, my sister suckles on its sweet nectar, and I sway into its gentle embrace ... There is no fucking way I would kill it. My fingers squeal along the tile as my body rocks with the tube’s rhythmic suction. Her head now fixed in position by the thick pulsing tube between her lips, mom arches upwards once more. All three begin their magical wavering dance within her even as the thinner tendrils slip around my mother’s ankles and wrists.

While gliding her tongue along her pet appendage, Sherri stares up at mom rising into the air, groaning, writhing, and hungry for more. Just as it is. Just as we all are.

At the exact moment when mom emits her first muffled scream, her body shaking, my initial jets flood into the hungry turgid tube. With each grunt, I thrust into it as it gulps down my spurts. The entire creature pulses in time with me even as it toys with my mom and sister. I know it’s hungry. I feed it. It feeds my family. And they feed it as well. It keeps getting larger. And hungrier. As my fingers glide along its throbbing flesh, it continues to suck on me. I am young. And strong. I never even soften. The poor thing. It is so hungry.

At her abrupt cry, I look up at my mom, suspended in the flickering light, dribbling crimson ooze from all her orifices. Her eyes lock on mine. She is also hungry. So hungry. Is some of that ooze—me?

At that thought, I come again, grunting and thrusting once more into the gelatinous throbbing tunnel as it suckles. All of a sudden, mom freezes even as the tentacles tighten. Eyes still gazing at me, she blinks once. And then unleashes a muffled scream. This time it’s her big one. And, like Sherri, now curled around her own toy, mom blasts out a fount of goop while her body threatens to shake apart.

“Like mother, like daughter.” Releasing my iron grip on the doorframe, I chuckle.

Exhausted, Mom dangles, murmuring around the tentacle retracting from her lips, as the creature lowers her quivering frame to the floor. Sweat drips from her to mix with oozing reddish goop as the tile squelches under her squishy collapse. Goo slithers from her as the tendrils slither from her gaping orifices. Mom tries to clasp one in her hand to hold it in place, but it is far too slick and she moans as it pulls away.

Sherri utters a forlorn cry when her pet glides from her shaking fingers. Her eyes, still hungry, stare at it and then up at me. As she shakes and leans forward to try for my tendril, mom reaches out for her. Torn between her need and her mother’s moaning, Sherri licks her lips of the drooling nectar and stares down at mom. With a sigh, she clasps mom to her, pulling her tight against her. Groans become whimpers as the pair quiver together, glistening reddish under the glimmering light, while the last of the tentacles draws up into the tub.

“Oh!” I murmur.

Not the last tendril. Both women stare up at me as cold air makes me glance down as well. My warm, gelatinous friend departs, leaving my dick drained, though still semi-hard. Has it fed enough already?

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Nope, I guess not. While I could maybe fire one more load, my balls now hurt. As they squelch along the far wall, mom and Sherri are crawling from the room, slick trails and streaks of goo glisten on the tile behind them. And Dad is done. He is not as young as me. Or as prolific.

As much as I had hoped not to do this again, I nod at the thing. With a groan, I shove from the doorframe to let my mom glide past. While passing beside her, Sherri glimpses up and reaches for my dick, but I sweep her hand aside. It needs feeding, not her. And I know where there is more for it to feed on.

Once I tuck myself inside and zip up, I walk to the head of the stairs. Just before I step down, I turn at the groaning behind me. Quivering together, my naked mom slides her outstretched hand along the hallway, my sister under her arm, heading away from the flickering room. Both goo-coated, exhausted women still glance at the open door, hoping it will beckon them to return.

But it doesn’t, and they disappear into the bathroom.

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“Yes, I know,” I say as I dash across the lawn toward the house next door. It’s a normal looking two-story home, just like ours. Well-kept, perfectly manicured lawn and shrubs; the picture of normalcy. On a normal looking suburban street. In a normal looking midwestern town. But there is nothing normal here anymore. And while I don’t think it can hear my words, I can sense the creature’s hunger throbbing. My balls ache as I ring the doorbell.

It is obvious she had been waiting. My finger is still lowering from the bell when Mrs. Kieffer rips the door open with her trembling hand and stares at me. The same hopeful look is on her wide-eyed face as my mom always has. Her slender frame is shaking with need, still wrapped in a tight gray executive dress. So hungry she had not even changed after coming home.

Susan Kieffer’s stylish short straight blonde hair frames her high-cheek boned face; the picture of a successful young corporate officer. And a ravenous one. She knows it’s waiting. I wouldn’t be here for any other reason. And, as soon as her wild eyes focus, she looks at the back of her husband’s head. Heavy-set, balding and pale; he is sitting on the couch watching television. It doesn’t want him. When I nod at her, she whimpers and starts for the door, but then freezes and whips her gaze to him.

“I’m going over to see Elaine.”

“Okay,” he replies.

Already raising her arms, her soft, full chest glides against me as she shoves past me in a cloud of elegant perfume. The delicate flowery scent is mixed with her own sweet, hungry aroma as she rushes toward my house. Hands flailing at her neck, at last she rips the zipper down her back, baring her toned flesh to the stars.