This will make more sense if you read part one. Don't worry, part one is fun, action packed, and builds the tension. Read it first! Also, all characters are 18 years or older. Enjoy
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Joyce looked around her room. She was in her bra and panties since a little while ago Sam had nearly ruined her dress. That was total madness. She wore sensible underwear, as she did almost always. Except for a few frilly numbers she had tucked away for special occasions with her husband Paul.
The t-shirt she'd slept in last night was still on the dresser. She pulled it on.
Something had to be done about Sam. Joyce knitted her brow and chewed on her bottom lip. Things were spiraling out of control. All because of Sam's new urges. And his gargantuan penis.
No, that was wrong. It was the rock that was doing this. Everything was normal before the rock came into the house. Now, everything with Sam had gone bananas. Not to mention her sex drive was out of control. She masturbating at least twice a day. Once, while the kids were at school. And then once after her bathroom session with Sam. Add to that all the sex she'd been having with Paul.
There was only one thing to do. She walked out of her bedroom, down the hall, downstairs, and into the kitchen. The rock still rested on the linoleum floor where she'd dropped it. Its surface a complete black. Except, of course, the red veins which glowed and pulsed as she watched it.
This would end now. Joyce walked over to the rock. A couple splashes of Sam's cum had landed next to it on her beautiful, patterned floor. She'd clean that up later. But first, she'd take that rock and throw it into a nearby lake. No one would find it. Ever again.
Joyce bent down and picked up the rock. It throbbed at a faster pace. She took several steps toward the garage and stopped. She hadn't put any pants on. She looked down at her bare legs, so pale in the morning light. She turned around to head upstairs, find a pair of jeans, and then get back down to the car. She'd do away with this evil that had invaded her home.
Once in her room, Joyce's mind went a little foggy. Her legs. She had come up here to do something about her legs. She pulled off her panties and tossed them into the laundry basket. Done. Now, she needed something else. Joyce sat down on the edge of her bed. What?
A daydream about Bex, her wonderful daughter, crept into her mind. Sam's older sister was smart, passionate about her nerdy things, and so ... pretty? Joyce was more than a little jealous of her daughter's tight body and silky skin. Bex got her blue eyes and blonde hair from her father.
"Mom," her imagined daughter stood in the room with her. Bex walked toward her. Wearing her usual tank top and skirt. "I want to talk to you about code." Bex kneeled in front of her mom.
"What?" Joyce's voice was feeble. "What code, Bex?"
"Code is language. It needs to be translated." The imagined Bex looked up at her mom, her little oval face so pretty. She reached out her hands and rested them on Joyce's knees. "You have to listen. To break any code, the first step is to listen."
"What are you talking about, Bex?" Joyce felt faint. A pulsing warmth spread up her right arm and into her chest.
"Ones and zeros, mom." Bex applied pressure with her hands and slowly spread Joyce's knees apart, until the outside of each knee touched the mattress.
"Oh no." Joyce looked down, past the Harvard t-shirt logo draped across her breasts. Down to where her daughter's face leaned in toward the triangle of brown hair between Joyce's legs.
"Tongues and heros." Bex licked at her mom's vagina and looked back up. "Ones and zeros."
"Oh ... my ... goodness." Joyce, lost in her daydream, furiously masturbated on her bed with her left hand, her legs spread wide. Her right hand clutched the rock and didn't let go.
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Sam swung the front door open. He was out of breath. He wasn't used to running. Certainly not all the way home from school. "Mom." He stopped in the front hall to slow his heart rate. "I'm home." How were they going to top this morning? Not easy, for sure. But it'd be fun to try.
"Mom?" Sam walked into the kitchen, but she wasn't there. He wandered through the main level. No one. He went upstairs. "Mom, you up here?" Nothing. He slowly descended back to the main level and called down at the basement door. "Mooooooommmmm?" She wouldn't be in the basement anyway.
Sam walked through the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. No cars. His mom was out. He closed the door and looked around the kitchen. Not even a note.
This morning, they'd left the rock on the kitchen floor. It wasn't there. Panic struck. Sam raced upstairs into his room and lifted the mattress. He let out a deep breath. The rock was there. Joyce had put it back.
The mattress fell back with a thump. Sam sat down on the bed. He was already completely hard. A warmth spread through him. Lately, it seemed like having the rock under the mattress was just as good as holding it. He pulled off his pants and briefs and lay down on the bed. The monster between his legs looked angrier than usual. Maybe it didn't like it when his mom disappeared either. Time to fap.
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Sam stayed up in his room until well after his sister and dad came home. When his mom called up that she'd brought home take out, Sam came down.
Paul and Bex carried most of the conversation that night. If they noticed that Sam and Joyce were quiet, they didn't mention it. Joyce made eye contact with Sam a couple times, but quickly looked away.
After dinner, Joyce excused herself. "I have to lie down," she said.
Sam went back to his room and played video games for a few hours, until a knock on the door interrupted him.
"Yeah," Sam said.
The door opened half way and his dad leaned in. "Just wanted to say goodnight, Sam. Everything okay at school?"
"Thanks, dad." Sam paused the game and spun his chair from the computer screen to face the door. "There's been some tough tests lately, but I'm getting through it."
"Good to hear it." Paul smiled. "Your mom and I are counting on you to get more A's."
"Yeah, she's been helping me focus."
"That yoga stuff?"
"More or less," Sam said.
"Well, goodnight." Paul softly closed the door.
"Goodnight, dad." Sam waited for the click of the latch and then turned back to his game.
A few hours later, a soft knock at the door intruded on his game again. Sam paused it and spun his chair to face the door.
"Yeah?"
"Sammy?" The door opened halfway and Joyce's head peeked through. "You're still awake?" She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She didn't lock it.
She was so strikingly beautiful, even in an old Evergreen t-shirt and sweatpants. Her soft face so perfect and calming. Sam hadn't turned any lights on, so the glow from his monitor cast all sorts of shadows. Wherever the light could find her curves, it did. Even in those clothes, there were plenty of curves to find.
"Sam, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got home from school today. I just needed ... I needed a little break." She clasped her hands in front of her. "But we have to talk."
