All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
The car engine ticked audibly. Its percussive sound slowed and slowed as Violet's car cooled in the Burtons' driveway. Violet's hands still held the wheel, her knuckles white. She had just returned from seeing her friend, Claire Ridland. The shy biologist had confided in Violet that she had been having sex with Jackson for more than a week. Suspicious, Violet had then gone to see the subject of their experiment. Mrs. Rose Perkins was home cleaning when Violet stopped by. After much prodding, the wife admitted that she couldn't say no to Jackson's penis and she'd fallen into an affair.
What had Violet created? The serum had first corrupted her sweet brother. And now three innocent women had fallen before this monster Violet had made. Including her own mother. Violet got out of the car and slammed the door. Good God. Violet had seduced her own mother via her biology. And turned her poor father into a wimp. Well, maybe he'd already been a wimp. She walked to the front door, put in her key, and turned the handle. Violet herself had sinned because of the serum. Good girls weren't supposed to drink their brother's cum. Maybe she needed to think about the antiserum another way. Would micro-dosing work? Violet walked in the door and shut it behind her. Maybe, if Violet... she paused when she heard Jackson's unmistakable coital grunting, and the high-pitched whines of a woman.
Had he brought a new woman home, or was she listening to Lucy give in again? Violet followed the sounds of slapping skin and found Lucy and Jackson on the living room floor. Violet dropped her bag and stood there, watching them with her mouth hanging open. Jackson held Lucy's blonde hair in one hand, and he slapped at her ass with the other. They had tossed their clothes all around the living room. Lucy squealed with each long thrust. Her boobs swayed violently as they hung below her. Her back was arched and her skinny arms and shoulders flexed as she did her best to absorb the punishment. Neither of them noticed Violet.
It was one thing for Violet to watch her mom and brother fuck via camera, it was another to watch as she stood in the room. The smell of sweat and something else was undeniably basic and made Violet's knees tremble. Violet flared her nostrils. It was a tangy scent. She guessed she was smelling her mother's excitement. Violet's own pussy gushed. "Um... I'm home," Violet finally said.
Lucy looked over at her daughter and her eyes tried to focus. She shrieked louder than before when her brain registered that Violet was watching them. "I... I... didn't mean... to do... this...Violet." She looked over her shoulder. "You have... ugh... ugh... ugh... to stop... Jackie."
"I can't... ah... gonna cum." Jackson pulled harder on his mom's hair, forcing her to look forward.
"You said... ugh... not inside... this time." Lucy closed her eyes, her face a mask of ecstasy.
"Sorry... Mom... aaaaaahhhhhhhh." Jackson roared out his orgasm.
Violet watched her mom tremble and Jackson's hips shake with arrhythmic shudders. Lucy was taking more of that enhanced semen inside her. What had Violet done? She turned and ran from the room, went upstairs, and slammed her door. She stood panting against the wall. After about five minutes she opened the door a crack and listened. She could hear them going at it again downstairs. Violet closed her door and prayed they would finish before her father got home. She then stripped off her pants and panties and jumped onto her bed. She went to work on her pussy.
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In the evening, there was a soft knock on Violet's door. "Come in." Violet didn't look up from the formula she worked on. She heard the door open.
"I brought some cookies for my ragamuffin." Lucy stepped into the room with a tray of cookies and milk. She closed the door softly behind her. Her long dress swished around her knees as she walked over to the nearest empty space on a table. There were so much equipment cluttering the room. Violet had always loved science.
"I'm sorta busy, Mom." Violet still didn't look up.
"I must confess." Lucy's voice was quiet. She shifted her weight between her feet. Her body, especially her poor vagina, was so sore. And she knew from her previous experience with Jackson, she'd be even more sore tomorrow. "I'm not here just to bring cookies. I... I wanted to talk to you about earlier."
"Yeah?" Violet looked up.
"It's not the first time that's happened. I keep telling myself that it won't happen again, but..." Lucy stared off at the wall. "And, well, I saw you pleasuring him that one day. So, I know you know what it's like." A thought occurred to Lucy. "You two haven't...?"
"We haven't had sex, Mom." Violet frowned. "But I'm in the minority. I found out today that he's been seeing a friend of mine, and Mrs. Perkins."
"Sex?" Lucy quivered thinking about her son conquering the neighborhood. If Rose let him back in her bed, was any woman safe?
"Yeah, Mom." Violet tried not to sound sarcastic. "It's not your fault. It's not any of your faults. It's not even Jackson's fault. It's my fault. I made the serum."