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.
"Have you been staying away from your sister?" Susy closed Patrick's bedroom door softly. She turned to Patrick, who sat pulling on his long thing on his bed. To think she had been so worried about walking in on her eighteen-year-old son not long ago. She knew how teenage boys were with their hormones. But now, she almost sort of hoped she'd catch him with his penis in his hands.
"We haven't had sex again." Patrick looked up at his beautiful mother. It was true that Sally hadn't let him stick it in her since the incident at the church. But she had taken to giving him clandestine blowjobs when Susy was otherwise occupied. His redheaded sister would murmur and shudder as she gulped down Patrick's seed.
"Good." Susy unbuttoned her swing skirt and carefully stepped out of it. Her shapely legs were pale and radiant in the early afternoon light. "I just wish she'd go back home to Jack. But I can't just throw her out, can I?"
"No. Sally just wants to have a little time away from Jack." Patrick worked his long cock with his hands, his skinny arms shaking. He watched Susy's hips wiggle as she removed her panties. There were few things more alluring to Patrick than that brown triangle between his mother's legs. Well, there was Donna's copper triangle.
"A little space is sometimes good for a marriage." Susy lifted her blouse over her head. She watched Patrick's brown eyes dart all over her body through his thick, tortoiseshell glasses. She smiled to herself. It had been a long time since her husband, Fred, had admired her like that. "Speaking of marriage, have you been staying away from the tutor, too? You'll ruin her taste for her husband with that thing between your legs." Susy eyed the bluish head as it oozed its warmup fluid. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra.
"I love Donna, Mom." Patrick knew he had a sheen of sweat all over his naked body, and wondered if that had been what drew his mother into his bedroom. They had been humping regularly since the bacchanal at the church, but it usually followed some sweat on Patrick's part. He couldn't smell his mother's sweat at all at the moment, but he no longer needed it to persuade him to take her. He was a little ashamed to admit that he had given in and wanted her apart from whatever was happening to Portsmith. "And she's not my tutor. She's an investigator. I'm helping her uncover the mystery of the meteor and ..." His voice trailed away when Susy's tits dropped out of their bra. Her nipples and areolae seemed to be darkening over the past week or so. They begged for Patrick's mouth.
"At first I thought it was just your fevered teenage brain." Susy walked over to him with a smirk on her face, enjoying the effect her bare, wobbling breasts were having on him. She pushed his hands away from his thing and climbed onto his lap. She had to sit high above him to maneuver his penis upright under her, which she did. "Now I wonder if you might be right about your meteor. Ugghhhhhh." Her wet vagina spread for him as she let gravity pull her down its almost comical length. It was a miracle every time that it fit inside her. Her hips bucked against him and she placed her hands on his meager chest, pushing him down to the mattress. "I mean, I can't stop doing ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... this with you. I know it ... isn't right ... ah ... ah ... but here we are again."
"Donna and I are ... going to get to ... the bottom of it, Mom." Patrick adjusted his glasses. When he let his mother control their lovemaking, she was always so tender and sweet. She bounced on him now, not letting more than a quarter of his length out of him on every upstroke. He could tell from the way her mouth twisted that she was quite happy. "I mean ... if Donna and I fix this ... do you want to stop doing ... uh ... uh ... this with me?"
"We have ... to stop ... eventually." Susy looked down at Patrick's handsome face with distant eyes. She saw sweat drip off her chin and splatter his glasses. "Your father would ... ugh ... never understand. We ... have to ... stop ... sometime ... uuuugggghhhhhhh." Her whole body gave a violent shake and Susy climaxed on her son's long pole. Her mind fragmented and all she knew was pleasure.
Soon, Susy found herself on her belly clutching at Patrick's sheets, desperately trying to hold on as he assailed her vagina from behind. As gentle as she tried to be with her son, he had no such interest. He always humped her with the intense need of a desperately thirsty man arriving at the oasis. "You're ... going to ... break ... me ... sugar," Susy said between clenched teeth. She had no idea how he hadn't already broken her with his monstrous thing. But, instead of splitting her in two, Patrick gave her the most intense joy of her life. "Go ... ahead ... and do it ..." Susy always told herself she wouldn't let him fill her when she had the calm, cool resolve of distance. But with him pumping her insides like an animal, she always ended up asking for it. "Fill ... oooohhhhh ... mmmeeeeeeeeee."
"I'm gonna ... explode ..." Patrick had a firm grip on her upper butt, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hips went erratic. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." The surges of his life-making fluid pushed deep into his mother. He slammed her a few last times and then lay down on her smooth back, his dick still firmly entrenched in her.
"I hope ... Sally ... didn't hear ... that ..." Susy panted.
"Probably ... not ..." Patrick kissed her pale, sweaty shoulder. The whole neighborhood probably heard that. He was sure that his sister had not missed his mom's wailing. His hips started moving again. The squelch of Susy's full pussy filled the room.
"Oh ... sugar ... again?" Susy looked to her left. She could see her knuckles turn white as her grip tightened again. Her wedding ring glinted at her, half buried in the sheets.
"Just ... one ... more ... time." Patrick lifted himself up, his hands on her lower back for support. "I ... need ... more."
"Oooohhhhh," Susy squealed.
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Sally sat on her bed, her back supported by her pillows. She was naked, with her legs spread wide. She worked her love button furiously as she listened to her brother breed her mom. They had been going at it all afternoon.
Something about listening to the all-powerful Susy Lannit give in to her goofy, bespectacled son drove Sally wild. She could hear almost everything through the thin walls. Sally tensed and orgasmed again. She thought about her little sister away at college. Adeline was even more self-possessed than their mother. Would she turn into a floosy too when faced with the new Patrick? The thought sent Sally's pleasure spiraling.
It would be difficult to keep Patrick from between her legs forever. Touching herself while listening to him take their mother over the last few days had taken the edge off. As had the ecstasy of him spurting down her throat. She owed it to her husband, Jack, to try whatever she could to keep his dick from filling her again. As long as it didn't mean going home to Jack. Not quite yet, at least. She needed more time in Portsmith. And maybe her sister did, too.
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"Get down here now, Roy." Nathaniel looked at the pile of Roy's stuff piled in the middle of the kitchen. One of Roy's sweaters, his backpack, and a sock for some reason. Nathaniel fumed. "I mean right now."
"What's the deal, daddio?" Roy sauntered into the kitchen.
"Clean up your mess," Nathaniel growled. He loosened his bowtie and regarded his slovenly son. Roy's collared shirt was incorrectly buttoned and hung out of his pants. He was sweating like a fat pig and looked quite insouciant. Nathaniel set down his briefcase. "Well?" But his son didn't make a move toward the pile.
"You need to cool your jets, Father." Roy smiled.
"What's wrong dear?" Amanda walked into the kitchen straightening her dress and fixing her black hair.
"You look flustered, Amanda." Nathaniel narrowed his eyes at his wife.
"Oh ... I was ..." Amanda quickly put her left hand behind her back. Her wedding ring was still in her butt where Roy liked her to put it. "I was ... just cleaning ..."
"Not in here, obviously." Nathaniel glared down at Roy's pile.
