This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
"If its bride is my wife, the house takes my life," Maxamed rocked back and forth on his sofa, whispering to himself in the dark room. "It's a colonizer. My nation but its plantation. The house will furrow into her soil a crop of toil." He wasn't sure what he was saying. "The house will supplant me as it delves her. I have seen it. That is prophesy. I have a foretoken. The house has spoken."
"Maxamed?" Khadra walked into her living room and switched on the light. "Who are you talking to?"
"No one, my darling." Maxamed stood, took his wife's hand, and gently kissed her dark knuckles. "You are radiant this evening."
"You are acting so strange. I think the Andersons' place still pulls at your mind, husband." She drew her hand away from him gently. "Maybe I should go back there and see if I can get us some closure."
"No, no, no," Maxamed hissed. "Never go back there. It wants you." He looked around the room like a hunted animal. "Where are the children?"
"At my mother's." Khadra sighed. She missed the kids. They were always at her parents' recently.
"Good, good." Maxamed nodded and leaned onto Khadra's shoulder with all his weight. "You are mine and it cannot have you," he whispered in her ear. "I have seen what it would do, and you would never be the same."
"There, there, Maxamed." Khadra patted him on the back tenderly and steered him toward their room. "I am yours, never fear. Let's get you to bed. It's late."
"Yes, I fear it is too late." Maxamed let his wife guide him to bed and tuck him in. "But maybe I can change the course of things to come."
"Maybe." Khadra kissed her husband on the cheek. "Now get some rest. You'll feel better in the morning."
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"Mom?" Daniel looked over at his bedside clock. It was almost morning. "Wake up." He and his mother had really gone at it last night, and she'd fallen asleep still mounted on him. His dick was big enough to stay inside her even when soft. Daniel ran his hands down her soft sides and over the wonderful curve of her hips. Her large breasts pressed into his clavicle, and her head rested on the pillow with her mouth right next to his ear. He could hear her gentle breathing as she slept. "It's almost morning, Mom. You have to go back to Dad."
"What ... what was that ... pumpkin?" Julie opened her eyes. It took her a moment to figure out where she was. When she realized it was her son's room, her blood froze. "What time is it?" Goodness, was that his soft penis still inside her vagina? Her pussy gave an involuntary squeeze. Oh, no, and he was growing.
"It's four-thirty." Daniel's fingers pressed into the soft, pliable flesh of her butt even as he knew she needed to leave.
"Oh, dear, oh, dear." Julie lifted her hips and pulled him out of her. Cold semen ran down her legs. "I was worried this would happen. If your father ever found out ..." She picked up her bra and panties, finding them on the floor in the moonlight. The cold air sent goosebumps along her arms and legs. She wrapped her nakedness in a robe. "I have to go, sweetie." Julie turned for the door.
"Bye, Mom. I love you."
"I love you, too." Julie turned back to the bed and hurried over to Daniel. She kissed him on the lips and on his soft cheek, then rushed for the door. "I'll see you at breakfast in a few hours." She looked back over her shoulder as she opened the door and could see her eighteen-year-old son's penis very hard again and sticking up in the air. It was such a beautiful sight.
"Mom?"
"Yeah?" Julie stopped in the doorway.
"Remember that time we did it after you were running on the treadmill in the basement?" Daniel watched her soft, pretty face hovering in the shadows.
"Yeah." Julie shivered when she thought about how he had taken her from behind on their washing machine.
"Could you, maybe ... um ... go for a run naked on the treadmill when I get home from school?"
"Naked? No, Danny. I can't do that. My breasts need support. And your father will be home this afternoon, and so will your sister for that matter. Why would you even ask such a thing?" Her question came out harsher than intended.
"Sorry." Daniel hung his head. "I just thought it would be sexy."
"Sexy?" The thought of pleasing her insatiable teenager was still quite new and titillating to Julie. He really did want her. "Maybe another time, okay?"
"Okay." Daniel watched her robed figure disappear out the door. He needed to fap. Just thinking about her jiggly body on that treadmill sent waves of pleasure through his nerves.
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"Do you hear that, honey?" George stopped working on a drywall patch in the guest bedroom, kneeling on the floor and listening.
"What?" Julie paused as she made the bed. Brad and Penelope would be staying with them tomorrow night, and she wanted the guest room ready for them. She listened to the house. "It sounds like ticking. It's a clock, George." She finished tucking in the top sheet.
"I know it's a clock." George put down his tools, took off his gloves, and stood. The way his wife filled that dress was otherworldly. It hurt his heart to gaze on her beauty. "But we don't have a grandfather clock. Or any ticking clock for that matter." He moved up behind her and grabbed her wide hips. His hand moved up her belly. There was more of a curve there than he remembered. Maybe those larger breasts were a harbinger of more fat to come. George didn't care.
"Stop, George. I'm making the bed." Julie pushed his hands away. "Maybe it's water dripping somewhere." But Julie knew it was a clock. She'd never seen it, but she'd heard it for months.
"I hope not. Can you imagine that disaster?" He spun her around and kissed his wife on the lips.
"You're filthy from work, George. Maybe later." Julie half-heartedly pushed him away again.
"You look too good, Jules." With a smile, George pushed her down on the bed, lifted her dress, and mounted her.
"You need a condom." But Julie didn't insist on it. She let him have his way. It was only fair that he got a turn after what his son had done to her last night.
"I'll be ... careful." George pulled her panties aside and entered her. Three minutes later, he lay panting on top of her, completely spent. "How was that?"
