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The Palmer Legacy Chapter 11
"So, how do we talk to the Painted Lady?" Samantha sat on Noah's bed, hugging her knees and rocking slightly.
"Eloise Palmer," Noah muttered. "She said her name is Eloise Palmer. Her son is Thomas. I didn't catch her husband's name... but he..." He swiveled slowly in his desk chair, staring blankly at the wall.
"Well, Mrs. Palmer showed you the three windows. She knows what's happening to Clover Falls. How do we contact her?" Samantha took a deep breath. She looked at her bed on the floor. Whatever Jessica was going through, she had been very sweet to Samantha all night. She even put a mint on the pillow. Samantha stared at the glittery, green rectangle. "Do we need a Ouija board or something?"
"I only see her in my dreams." Noah shook his head and looked over at his friend. "You look scared, Sam."
"I
am
scared." She nodded and sighed. Eye contact with Noah eased a little of her anxiety. "Ella is in denial. Kathy is off doing God knows what. And we're trying to talk to a painting." His faint smile slowed her heartbeat a little more. She offered the dimmest outline of a smile in return. "Do you see her every night in your dreams?"
"No."
"Well, that's a problem. We need to talk to her tonight. Paul, Mrs. Botti, Kathy, and my brother can't wait." She didn't mention her own mother, silently praying that nothing was going on between her and Eddie.
"I've seen my mom acting strange around the painting. Maybe she's been talking to it. If we go down to her office after everyone goes to bed, Mrs. Palmer might talk to us." Noah didn't like the thought of heading down there in the middle of the night.
"Yeah, sure." Samantha nodded. "Maybe we should bring an offering or something?"
"An offering?" Noah didn't like the sound of that. Images of a bloody goat on an altar popped into his mind.
"On Passover, we leave out a glass of wine for the Prophet Elijah. Something like that?"
"Oh, sure. Mom and Dad usually leave leftover wine on the counter after dinner." Noah rubbed his chin. "We can bring a glass to the painting." He looked at his phone. "Speaking of wine, dinner is probably about ready. Want to help me set the table?"
"Yeah, sure." Samantha stood and shook out her arms and legs. It would be good to do something.
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"Wait... wait..." Adeline lay on her back on her own bed with her arms crossed over her bare boobs. She stared down at her daughter's substantial body. She tried to keep her legs closed, but Kathy's strong hands were too much. "It's the drugs that are making you do this, Kathy. You don't want to humiliate me."
"You are right and wrong, Mother." Kathy gripped her mother's panties with her teeth and tore. Only fragments of fabric were left when she was done. She spit out the spandex and cotton, a wolfish grin spreading across her face. Her glowing eyes took in the sight of her mother's pussy for the first time. Adeline had much smaller and pinker lips than Kathy, and her bush ran a little wild. It was a compelling sight. "I am not on any drug other than deliverance. You are wrong about that. But you are right that I have no interest in humiliating you. Together, we'll travel the path. You can't escape the math."
"'Deliverance'... 'path'... 'math'?" Adeline tried to make sense of what was happening. "Are you okay, Joe?" She called toward the hall. She couldn't see her husband, but knew he was outside the open bedroom door.
"I'm fine... but you need to call the cops... before she does something to us." Joe struggled against his restraints, but couldn't budge them. He wondered where his daughter had learned to tie knots.
"She took away my phone, Joe. I don't have... eeewwwwwwwwww." Adeline shuddered when the tip of Kathy's tongue gently probed her belly button. Her eyes went wide, looking at the distance the tongue traveled. It stretched from Kathy's mouth hovering above Adeline's vagina, past her bush, all the way to her navel. She risked moving an arm from its protective position over her breast to shoo the tongue away. "That's not funny, Kathy." She was pleased when the long, pink thing retreated. But shocked when it ran up the inside of her thigh instead, leaving a long streak of saliva on her pale skin. "Oohhh... that feels strange. Don't do that."
With a finger, Kathy spread her mother's lips. She barked a laugh when her mother jerked her hips and screeched. "Father's left you high and dry, but I've got something we might try."
"You can't." Adeline stared with wide eyes. "No one has ever... you simply can't." She shook her head slowly. That hideous tongue slowly extended again, and she knew exactly where it was going. "Think about what you're doing, Kathy. Joe? Joe? Can you get free? If so, now would be a good time."
"What is... ugh... she doing?" Joe could not free himself no matter how much he tried.
"I can't say... I can't... ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh... holy smokes... she's... she's... oooooohhhhhhhhhhh." Whatever Adeline was expecting, a bolt of pure joy hadn't topped the list. But that's what Kathy gave her. A shock of pleasure moved through her as the tongue slowly pushed its way in. Adeline arched her back, her hands reached to grip the blanket, her modesty forgotten. "She's doing... things... Joe. Bad... things... and I'm... eeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii." The tongue was clearly longer than her husband's penis, because it found a secret place deep inside her. Adeline experienced her first orgasm from oral sex. Her body strained under the pressure of so much unexpected ecstasy.
There was a rhyme that was trying to burst its way out of Kathy. But it would have to wait. Speech wouldn't be possible until she withdrew her tongue. And she was nowhere near ready for that. Kathy explored the inside of another woman for the first time, probing her mother's vagina, gauging her weak spots by the yelps, groans, and convulsions she elicited. The slender legs resting on her shoulders spasmed and pressed on her ears. That was fine by Kathy. She snaked her hands under Adeline, took hold of her butt, and sent her mother from one high to the next.
"Adeline? Honey? What's happening?" Joe struggled harder, nearly dislocating his shoulder. "Are you okay?" It sounded like his wife was being murdered in the next room. The sound of slurping was so loud he was afraid Adeline was being eaten alive.
"I'm... I'm... okay... Joe." In between orgasms, Adeline's mind was almost lucid. She knew her poor husband must be worried sick. "She's just... she's just... I can't explain... what's happening. Our daughter is just... oooohhhhhhhh... she's going to... I'm going to... again... eeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii."
Kathy had removed the veil from her mother's eyes. They were both seeing clearly now. The world was a base, feral place pretending to be something grander. But it was easily broken down, torn into its lowest common denominators. And that's what she was doing, breaking her mother into her most basic instincts. Kathy's hand snaked down inside her torn leggings and panties. She thrust two fingers inside her own pussy and pumped while continuing to work on her mother.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh... Joe... she's stretching meeeeeeeeeee." Adeline's knuckles turned white as her grip on the cover tightened. It seemed that nefarious tongue was learning and finding her sweet spots faster and playing with them in a way that really set Adeline off. Not only was it longer than Joe, it was thicker, too. "It's big... so big... and it's found... my weakness. I didn't... oooohhhhhhh... even know... that was there... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii." She thrashed her way through another orgasm.
"Fight it, Adeline!" Joe gave up his struggle and let his weight press into the hallway floor. He tried to imagine what was happening, but found he could not. Maybe Kathy was forcing some sort of new drug on his wife. "It isn't real, whatever it is. Fight it!"
