The Palmer Legacy

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"And then I came here." Samantha watched her boyfriend's face. Despite the fact that he never stopped humping his mother's ass, his expressions of shock and horror showed that he was listening. "And I'm guessing, from the pieces Kathy told me, that you somehow slept with her, both your sisters, and now your mom." Samantha still held onto Noah's and Jessica's asses, gripping tightly. One rhythmically flexed under her hand, the other shook like Jell-O.

"Yeah ... except Mom ... and I ... already had sex ... earlier ...

with

Kathy." Noah could see the surprise on his girlfriend's face. He wasn't sure what part of it shocked her. Was there anything unexpected left in Clover Falls? He told her about Eloise's request for their dead-end day.

"So, you came inside your mom's pussy? On purpose?" Eyes wide, Samantha looked at Jessica's stretched asshole. "And she didn't drain it ... like last time?" The once prim and proper woman was going to have her son's cum in both holes very soon. Samantha felt lightheaded. "And also in Kathy's, Hailey's, and Paget's?" When he nodded, she felt faint. The Reader house that she had known so well for years had been flipped upside down. It was like going to temple on Saturday and finding that it had been turned into a carnival. "And ... um ... mine ... you'll need my pussy, too. Or ... um ... Eloise will." She stared at the huge cock plowing Jessica's ass. There was no question that it would go inside her right after mother and son finished.

"I was ... uh ... uh ... uh ... going to visit Carrie Mattison ... after dinner ... to see ... if she ... ugh ... ugh ... would be interested." Noah offered an apologetic smile. He was glad she didn't get jealous. "But ... you're my girlfriend ... and I love -"

Samantha took her hand off Jessica's ass cheek and silenced Noah with a finger to his lips. "We're not ready for the L word, mister." She took her other hand off his ass, and started undressing. In the back of her mind, thoughts about her mother and brother sprang up. She reminded herself that it was a dead-end day. Whatever was happening, it could wait. She pulled her phone out as she removed her bra, and checked her messages. Nothing from her mom or Ella.

It can wait.

She put the phone down, and rubbed her breasts against Noah's arm. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Go ahead and cum, Noah. And then, come to me. You can cum

in

me." She kissed him on the lips, finished undressing, and walked over to Jessica and Andrew's bed. She spread her legs and sat on the edge, giving both Readers a prime view of her pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh ..." Jessica looked over at her son's girlfriend. "Touch ... yourself ... Samantha ... I want to see ... your hand ... between your legs." Electricity surged through her body. Behind her, Noah's lunges grew more powerful. Jessica was amazed her butt could accommodate him. Although, she harbored some doubt whether she'd be able to sit down for the rest of the night. This would be two days in a row where Noah had destroyed her backside. "Do it ... honey ... destroy ... meeeeeeeeeeee." Her fingers dug into the carpet.

Samantha reached her hand between her legs. She wasn't sore at all from Patrick. She spread her lips and ran two fingers along the insides. She held them up and inspected them. Her wetness was clear. None of Patrick's cum remained. It seemed when the painting was destroyed, all trace of Patrick disappeared, too. Sadness welled up inside her. She focused on the vibrant mating couple in front of her. Their act was a celebration of life. Their love was a ratification of all that was good in Clover Falls. Focusing on the present, Samantha let everything else fall away. Her hand dropped to her clit, and she made little circles with her fingers, watching Noah's hips fall out of rhythm.

"You want me ... to destroy ... your ass ... Mom?" Noah slammed into her relentlessly. He pulled her hair back further, arching her back even more.

"Yes ... oooohhhhhhhh ... yeessssssssssssssss. Destrooooooyyyyyyy ... meeeeeeeeeeeeeee." The Jessica Reader that had existed before the painting could not have conceived of asking a man to ruin her butt.

Not any man, a teenager ... and not any teenager, her own sweet son.

The woman she had been could not have understood the pleasures hidden inside her, waiting to be discovered. That lost woman would not have been able to see that the bond she'd formed with her son was tighter now than it had ever been. For a split second, Jessica wished the day wouldn't repeat. She wanted to hold onto this wonderful Christmas forever. But then her climax hit, and there was no room in her mind for abstractions. "Yesssssssssssss."

"Cumming ... Mom ... uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Noah's hips bucked as he unloaded in his mother's ass. He bounced against her cushioning a few more times and then stayed buried inside her. The feeling of completeness overwhelmed him. She was his. And he was hers. They understood each other. They loved each other. He knew they would always have each other.

Samantha watched in awe as mother and son locked together in ecstasy. They hadn't been all that quiet when they came. She was glad that the Christmas music downstairs was loud. When Noah finally pulled out of Jessica, the older woman slumped to the floor, her ass in the air. Samantha could see sperm leaking down through the red hair around her pussy.

"Ready ... Sam?" Noah stood and wavered on his feet, his cock swaying in front of him.

"Need a break, Champ?" To Samantha's eyes, he looked like a boxer in the late rounds. She could see the determination in his eyes. He stumbled toward her, and she giggled. "I guess not." She wriggled back onto the middle of the bed and opened her legs wide. There was no question in her mind this time about whether she could accommodate his size.

"You're amazing ... Sam." He fell on top of her, his dick slapping against her flat belly. He tried to remember the size of her boobs before they started growing. It was hard to recall when confronted with full, heavy mammaries that hung to either side of her chest. Her pink nipples stood up proudly. "You got yourself out of the painting. You came back to us." He rubbed his cockhead on her wet pussy lips. Her elfin face stared up at him expectantly. She looked giddy, but also ... sad. She had been through so much more than him. "You deserve to have some fun. To forget. Let's ... aahhhhhhhhhh ... hump ... for a while." He entered her. She was still tight, but he bottomed out quickly and without much resistance.

"Ohhhhhhh ... Noah ... I'm home ... in your arms ... I'm home." Samantha smiled at him. Her expression twisted as he pulled out and slammed back into her. Soon, their hips and bellies smacked together to a steady beat. "I want ... to feel your cum ... inside me. Fill me ... uh ...uh ... uh ... fill me." Her toes pointed in the air, and she gripped his back, digging her fingernails into his soft skin.

"You ... and Mom ... and Kathy ... and Paget ... and ... uggghhh ... Hailey. All ... full. We'll sit down to ... dinner ... and you'll all ... be full ... of cum." Nick locked eyes with Samantha, the blue of her irises turned into a thin ring, swallowed by dilating pupils. Her forehead wrinkled, and her mouth hung open. He put a hand over her lips when she started screaming out her orgasm.

"Well ... honey ... I'm not so sure ... we'll all be sitting down to dinner. I might not be able ... to sit." Jessica gathered herself on the floor, trying to figure out the best way to stand up. "But I will be full of your little swimmers." She slowly stood, watching the eighteen-year-olds rut on her bed. It was so improbable that Samantha's slim frame could take what Noah offered, but she didn't seem to be having any trouble. Jessica leaned over and saw the pink ring Samantha's pussy formed around Noah's penis. They were a pretty pair. Maybe not perfectly matched the way she and her son were. Jessica smiled.

"Oh ... Sam ... you feel ... amazing." Noah removed his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips. What better way to keep her from screaming than making out? Her tongue wasn't that responsive. She was too consumed by bliss.

"You're squeaking the bed too much." Jessica slid into a clean pair of jeans. She removed her sweaty blouse and got some deodorant from the bathroom. She put it on, watching the teenagers go at it from across the room. "You're too loud."

Without saying anything, Noah and Samantha rolled in each other's arms over the bed and landed on the floor with a thump. Now, Samantha was on top. Still kissing her boyfriend, she bounced her hips on his.

"Well ... that was loud, too." Jessica shook her head. She washed her face in the bathroom and fixed her hair. She walked back into the bedroom, staring at Samantha's cute, white butt. She was so much smaller than Jessica. Jessica gently smacked her own ass through her jeans and winced.

Beauty comes in all sizes.

"I'm going downstairs now. I'll stall dinner for a little while longer. But don't take forever."

Noah broke the kiss and looked up at his mother. "Okay ... Mom. And ..." He lost focus and simply stared at her.

"And what, honey?" Jessica smiled. Despite how sore she was, she felt sublime. Like she didn't have a care in the world. She shivered, realizing that she was still having aftershocks from that last mountain of a climax.

"And ... you need ... to put on ... something ... you only have a bra ... on." Noah slammed up into Samantha, grunted, and kissed her again.

"Oh, right." Jessica rummaged through her dresser and found another Christmas sweater with a decorated tree on it. She pulled it on and left the teenagers to their humping. She hoped they wouldn't be too long. Now that she was finished with Noah, it didn't seem right to keep dinner waiting too long.

~~

There was no one outside the house. Mary peered out at the darkening sky. She checked the front door. It wouldn't lock now that her congregation had busted it. She could hear moaning and thumping echoing from the living room.

Had Samantha poked her head in the door, heard sounds of sex, and fled?

Mary tapped her chin with a finger as she thought. She gave one last look at the broken wooden doorframe. These houses were ridiculously insecure. She hadn't asked anyone, but it was an easy guess that they were in a year sometime between the second and third great wars. This was a soft, naïve time in human history. She quickly turned and walked through the house.

Mary entered the living room cautiously. It was easy to step on an ankle or an arm. Women were strewn about the place. Either masturbating, watching, or still recovering from mating Paul. Lindsey was in the latter category. She still wore her dirty clothes, bloodied and torn from her fights against the congregation. Her eyes were dazed and her face slack. Mary helped her to her feet and walked her to the kitchen, supporting her with an arm around her shoulders.

"Let's get you a drink of water, Mrs. Owens." Mary leaned Lindsey against the counter, and filled a glass in the sink.

"No ... not the water ... the metal ball ... poisoned our water." Lindsey had to concentrate on every word. The orgasm she'd had when Paul erupted inside her had scrambled her brain.

"The false prophet is gone, and so are all its machinations." Mary turned off the tap, and smiled at Lindsey. "The poison is gone."

"Oh, good." Lindsey reached for the glass being offered her. But instead of handing it to her, Mary threw the water in Lindsey's face. Lindsey sputtered and blinked water from her eyes. "What ... did you do ... that for?"

"I need you focused, Mrs. Owens." Mary filled the glass and emptied the contents on Lindsey's face again. Her smile broadened at the shock on the woman's face. "Now, where is your daughter?"

"Samantha?" Lindsey's cheeks blushed under the rivulets of water running down her face.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing ... Mother Mary." Lindsey had heard some of the other women calling her that. It seemed best to try and fit in as much as possible.

"Your communication device." Mary went back to the living room, retrieved Lindsey's purse, and returned to the kitchen. She handed Lindsey's phone to her. "Open it so that I can see your messages with your daughter."

"No ... I ..." Lindsey blinked. "Maybe I should join with the Messiah again? I think I'll -"

Mary slapped her across the face. She paused to let the woman collect herself. "Show me the messages."

Numbly, Lindsey opened her phone to the text chain with Samantha and handed it to Mary.

Mary took the phone and read. When she was done, she tossed it to the floor and crushed the device under her boot. "She went to the Reader's house. Do they own a painting from The Belle Dame?"

Lindsey nodded slowly. Her shoulders moved up to her ears, and a vertical line of worry creased her forehead.

"This ... is not good." Mary thought about her painting, so vulnerable all by itself back at the Botti house. The broken doorframe she'd just examined played in her mind. She abruptly left the kitchen and found Joanna. The woman was riding one of the sofa cushions, grinding her vagina on it while she watched Paul mate another of the heathens that had attacked them. Mary lifted Joanna off the cushion and stood her on her feet. She stared into the pastor's wife's eyes. "It's time to move everyone back to the church. We're not safe here. Get in your vehicles and continue the holy congress at the church. Do you understand?"

"Yes ... Mother Mary." Joanna's voice was faint and airy.

Mary held her shoulder and squeezed. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother Mary." Joanna nodded vigorously.

"Good." Mary turned and left the room, kept walking, and left the house. When she was out on the street, she broke into a jog. There was no time to lose.

~~

The dining room erupted in cheers when Noah and Samantha entered holding hands. Noah blinked at everyone. They were all clapping, even his father. Kathy and Hailey were giving the new arrivals a standing ovation. Paget gave a little golf clap, looking away. But Clive seemed downright enthusiastic.

For several horrifying moments, Samantha thought they were cheering her insemination. She squeezed her boyfriend's hand tightly.

"They're finally here." Andrew smiled. "We can eat."

The applause suddenly stopped, and people settled in their chairs.

Jessica and Clive took covers off the food and made sure drinks were full.

Noah and Samantha breathed signs of relief. They found a couple chairs that were side by side and sat. He gave her a sheepish smile, which she returned.

"I have a son about your age, maybe a little older." A warm and friendly woman's voice cut through the chatter around the table. "And the only time he's ever late for anything is when a girl is involved."

Noah looked across the table and blinked. Eloise sat in between Paget and Hailey, smiling pleasantly at Noah. She wore a modern red sweater, and her hair was pinned up on her head. "Oh," Noah said. He blinked some more. Was that really her?

"Unless the girl is me, of course. I make sure my Thomas comes on time." A contained, polite laugh escaped Eloise's lips.

"That's so true. Even when they're eighteen and beyond, they need a parent's guiding hand." Andrew nodded and sipped some wine. "Oh, introductions." He gestured at Noah. "This is my son, Noah. And his friend, Samantha. Is it still 'friend'?"

"It's girlfriend, Mr. Reader." Samantha smiled politely. The lines around her eyes tightened, and she cocked her head.

Is Mrs. Palmer really sitting down to Christmas dinner with us?

"Girlfriend then." Andrew smiled like something important had been settled. He gestured to Eloise. "And this is Mrs. Eloise Palmer. She lives nearby. Your mother invited her to dinner since her husband is out of town, and her son moved out. Empty-nesting is hard. Soon, Noah will head off to college and we'll be all alone." He looked at his wife with an expression that said he relished the thought of an empty house. More time for poker.

"You invited her?" Noah turned his attention to his mother. He noticed she was sitting more on her hip than her butt. It looked awkward.

"Well ... um ..." Jessica's eyes darted around the table.

"I invited myself." Eloise served herself some potatoes. "It's not your mother's fault."

Paget took the platter of potatoes from the strange woman. Their fingers touched briefly, and Paget shivered. The woman's skin was frosty. She forced a smile, but her mind raced. Certainly, this was the same woman from her dreams. What was she doing in her house for Christmas dinner? Nothing made sense to her.

"You live nearby?" Hailey looked around the table. Everyone's interest seemed to be focused on their surprise guest. She even caught her father looking at Eloise's generous bust as it stretched her sweater. She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Just look at your wife, Dad. They're practically the same woman.

She kept her thoughts to herself.

"Yes. But I don't get out much. I've been a bit of a shut-in lately. But things might be changing for me. I hope for more travels." Eloise looked around the table. Only Clive and Andrew hadn't met her before. The rest seemed committed to pretending she was a stranger. She found the situation delightful. She held court for a while, happy to be the center of attention. Then conversations sprang up around the table, and Eloise turned to Paget. Despite the younger woman's discomfort with being confronted by a dream, the two women drank wine, joked, and spoke earnestly about the complexity of starting families.

After dessert, Eloise stood up and raised her glass of port. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Reader, for your hospitality. I look around this table and a see a family burgeoning with life. To the Readers." Everyone drank to the toast. Eloise smiled and took her leave.

Noah helped her with her coat in the front hall, the rest of the party still in the dining room. "So, you're hanging out with us now?"

"You are very special to me. And maybe I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, dearie." Eloise slid her arms into the coat and slowly buttoned it. "Don't forget, we've got a date at The Belle Dame tomorrow."

"Yeah, we'll have to put the painting in ..." Noah's thought fell away when she started laughing. "What?"

"You've

done

it, young man!" She kissed him on the cheek. "I am no longer tied to the painting. I'll meet you there at ten in the morning. Leave the painting in your mother's office." She opened the door and breathed in the brisk, fresh air with satisfaction.

"Your experiment worked?"

"You were quite industrious." Eloise giggled.

"But today's a dead-end. We won't remember this on the next today." Noah watched her face closely. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. Her expression overflowed with confidence. Suddenly he wasn't so sure.

"Your adorable, looping friend may have solved his little puzzle." She winked.

"Did he wake up?" Noah had asked Mrs. Ronning to contact him if Jimmy regained consciousness.

Did she forget?

"He remains very much unconscious." Eloise giggled and stepped outside. She held up her arms in the universal gesture of freedom. "But life finds a way, Mr. Reader. It surely does. Life always finds a way." She turned, brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead with her icy fingers, and locked eyes with him. "You gave me a yeoman's effort today, Noah. I won't forget it." She kissed him passionately on the lips, spun like a dancer, and skipped down the front walk.