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!

"I'd like to have some more alone time with Jimmy." Peggy glanced at the darkening windows. "Why don't you go home, Pat." She smiled at her husband.

The nurse checked Jimmy's vitals.

"You'll be okay here all by yourself?" Pat looked at his wife. Her smile was tired and drawn, but she looked determined.

A mother's determination.

"I'll be fine. Jimmy needs me." Peggy stroked his cheek.

"Okay. I'll go home and get some sleep. Call me if you need anything." Pat hugged his wife awkwardly and left.

"They say a person in a coma can hear everything in the room." The nurse winked at Peggy. "Your son is very handsome. I look forward to meeting him when he wakes up." She tried not to stare at the large tent his erection made under the blanket. But the nurse decided not to mention that to his mother. "Maybe you could read to him, or tell him stories. Anything so that he could hear your voice."

"I was planning on something like that. Can I have some privacy with him?" Peggy tried not to blush.

"Yes, of course. We won't bother you, unless it's an emergency." The nurse smiled and left.

"Can you really hear me?" Peggy slowly undressed, folding her clothes and hanging them on the pleather chair. "I'm going to let you do it inside me again." She slid her panties down her legs. "And... get ready for the best Christmas present ever." She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, glancing nervously at the door. If this woke her sweet son, it was worth the risk. She put her bra with the rest of her clothes and climbed onto the hospital bed. "If you wake up, sweetie, we can have unprotected sex all the way to New Year's Eve. You can have me any way you want every single day."

Jimmy said nothing. His eyes remained closed. His breathing was slow and even. The heart rate monitor kept a steady pace.

"You told me the other day that you like my big butt." She pulled off the covers, moved his gown to the side, and mounted him in reverse. "If you open your eyes, you can see it right now." She shook her bottom for him, letting his long, heavy cock bounce from cheek to cheek. "Jimmy?" She looked back over her shoulder.

Jimmy didn't move.

"Okay, second time's the charm." Peggy lifted her hips, reached between her legs, and guided him in. "Oooohhhhhhhh... it's so strange... that you feel so natural... inside me... without protection. Can you... feel how tight... I am... sweetie? How... ugh... ugh... ugh... wet I am?" She put her hands on his knees and bounced on him just the way he liked. "If you open your eyes... you'll see... my butt shaking... for you. You'll... ooohhh... oooohhhhhhhh... oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh." A surprise orgasm overtook her. She held him all the way inside and trembled on top of him.

Jimmy's head turned side to side, and he slowly exhaled.

The orgasm passed, and Peggy's hips went back into their bouncing motion. "Come on... baby... come on... baby. I'm right here... I love you... and I'm going to give you... everything you wanted... all you have to do... ugh... ugh... ugh... is wake... up." She rode him hard. The doctor had said that his body was fine. The injury was only to his head. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't jarring him on the pillow. She almost shrieked. His eyelids were fluttering. "Jimmy!?" She kept humping him. She didn't dare stop. If her vagina was going to pull him out of his coma, she couldn't slacken now. "Can you... ugh... ugh... hear me... Jimmy?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Jimmy said.

"Yes... sweetie... yes... wake up... Mommy's here." Peggy's eyes were wide and frenzied. Her face was twisted with pleasure and expectation. She stared over her shoulder, watching her eighteen-year-old son come back to life. "If you... uh... uh... wake up... now... you can do it... inside me."

"M - M - Mom?" Jimmy's eyes shot open and his hands lifted into the air. Without telling them what to do, they slapped down on his mother's shaking ass. His fingers dug into her flesh. "Mom... Mom... Mom."

"Yes... Jimmy." Tears ran down Peggy's cheeks. A lopsided grin spread on her face.

I did it! My vagina did it! I woke my sweet boy up!

"Jimmy I... I..." She wanted to tell him so many things. Her smile twisted into a grimace. "I... uuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhhhh." Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she climaxed on him again.

"Where are we?" He listened to his mother's stifled cries.

She's trying to be quiet. Why?

He pulled his eyes away from her gorgeous, pale ass and looked around the room. "I'm in the hospital?" He tried to remember what had happened. But his mind was slow and his dick was distracting him. He turned his attention to his cock. When she started bouncing on him again, he could see her glistening juices covering his bare skin. "I'm not... wearing... a rubber."

"Yes... yes..." Stars shot across Peggy's vision. "You already did it... inside me... ugh... ugh... once today. And you get... to do it... again... and... every day... until the new year." Her smile returned as she saw the grin on his face. "Merry... Christmas... sweetie."

"Every... day... really?" Something tugged at Jimmy's mind. There was something wrong. He knew there was a reason he shouldn't take her up on her offer, but his mind was fogged by concussion and ecstasy. "I'm cumming... Mom... I'm cumming... inside you." He tried to take over the rhythm of her thrusting with the grip he had on her ass, but found his arms were too weak. He let her slam her hips at her own pace. "Finally... cumming... inside you... Mom. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Peggy stopped bouncing and ground her pelvis on his. It was an automatic reflex to send his sperm as deep as possible. Even when she realized what she was doing, she didn't stop. She felt his heat all the way to her cervix. Knowing what he was doing sent her over the edge one last time. She bit her bottom lip and climaxed again. She spent a long time convulsing on top of Jimmy before she got to the other side of her orgasm. Had she ever felt such ecstasy? No. She had just saved her son with her vagina, and she doubted she would ever top that high. Slowly, she climbed off him, his penis slipping out of her with a wet sucking noise. She looked down between her legs. "You put... so much... inside me." Still sweaty and naked, she turned around and cuddled up to his side. Her face seemed stuck in a dazed grin. "Are you happy?"

"Yeah... Mom... you're the best." Jimmy tried to put things together. But his mind was too fractured. "I was... unconscious?"

"You were... in a coma... but I brought you out of it." She lazily ran her fingers over his gown, feeling his strong chest underneath.

"You're bottom lip is bleeding, Mom." Jimmy drank in the sight of her curving body, running his eyes down her ribs, to her waist, back out to her hip, and then down her long, pale leg.

"Oh... it's fine." She wiped away the blood with his gown. "I bit my lip too hard when I was on top of you. That's all. I've certainly never done that before." She giggled and pressed the flimsy cloth to the cut to stop the bleeding.

"I'm going to take a nap now... don't move, okay?" Jimmy ran his fingers through her hair. "I promise I'll wake up again."

"I can't stay here. What if someone comes in?" Her eyes filled with worry.

"They won't." He patted her head. "Just don't... move." He closed his eyes and gently drifted off to sleep.

Common sense told Peggy she should get up and get dressed. She ignored it. She'd listen to her son instead. She pressed herself into his hard, young body and listened to him sleep.

~~

"How was your Christmas, dear?" Jessica paused flossing and looked out of the bathroom at her husband. He was already in bed, scrolling his phone. She wore a nightie that was too small for her, but he didn't seem interested. That was just as well. Her butt was incredibly sore. She'd asked her son to destroy it, and he had delivered.

"I ended the day up a couple hundred bucks." Andrew smiled, but didn't look up from his phone.

"You're talking about poker?" Jessica wondered at the triviality of his life. She was going through momentous changes. She had willingly taken Noah's sperm in both holes. Heavens, it was still inside her right now as she flossed and talked to her husband. And according to Eloise, the day might not be a dead-end after all.

"Yeah." He nodded enthusiastically.

"And that makes you happy?" Jessica moved the strand from tooth to tooth. There was a chasm between her and Andrew now. When they had married, they were as close as she thought she'd be to anyone. Some distance had grown between them over the decades. But over the past weeks, the distance had spread until it was an ocean. "I'm going to take a bath, dear. Goodnight. Don't wait up."

"Goodnight." Andrew didn't even notice that she'd closed the door on him before he could respond.

In the bathroom, Jessica pulled off her nightie and lowered her panties. She bent over the tub and started the bathwater. When cold fingers pressed onto her rump, Jessica shrieked and nearly fell. She turned around to find Thomas standing next to her, with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Are you okay, Jess?" Andrew called through the door. Jessica could tell that he hadn't bothered to get out of bed when she screamed.

"Fine, dear. Just saw a spider," she raised her voice at the closed door. She pointed a finger at Thomas and whispered, "You shouldn't do that."

"Do what?" Thomas's smile broadened. "Fondle my woman?" He reached for her tit, but she slapped his frosty hand away.

"I'm not your woman, Thomas." Jessica covered her breasts with an arm, and her vagina with a hand.

"Sure you are. I gave you a little space to be with Noah. But now I'm back. You can have both of us." He lowered his trousers, and his long, thick cock flopped out into the open.

Jessica looked at the door to make sure it was locked. She then stared at the penis presented to her. She kept covering her sensitive parts, but her eyes became greedy. "I'd forgotten how nice yours is. It's almost as attractive as Noah's."

"I'll take it." Thomas chuckled.

"I... um... I..." Jessica worried her bottom lip as she gazed at Thomas's penis. When he stepped closer, she uncovered her breasts momentarily to push him away. "We can't."

"Don't worry. I'll be quiet. Your husband won't suspect a thing." Thomas cocked his head at her quizzically. He hadn't expected to be rebuffed.

"It's not my husband... it's Noah."

"He won't suspect a thing either." Thomas gave her a confident grin.

"I'm not going to lie to him." Jessica reached down, turned off the bathwater, and covered herself again.

"But you lie to your husband." Thomas scratched his head.

"That's different."

"Well, tell Noah the truth. He doesn't seem to mind his girlfriend humping strangers in other paintings." Thomas shrugged.

"I'm not Samantha. I'm his mother." Jessica frowned. "I'm sorry, Thomas. But it's over between us." She watched him pull up his trousers. "Don't look sad. You were wonderful. And you helped me with Noah. You really did. I'll always be grateful." She leaned forward and kissed him on his icy cheek.

"Well, my mother will be happy. She asked me to join her tonight. I suppose I'll go find her." Thomas's cheeks turned crimson.

"What are you two doing?" It was Jessica's turn to blush. She thought she knew what they might be up to.

"Mother has figured out the game. More seductions, I expect." He shrugged elaborately. "Honestly, I will be happy to get out of the house. Goodnight to you." He bowed and faded away.

"Goodnight." Jessica stared at where he'd been. Would Noah know what she'd just sacrificed for him? No, he wouldn't. And that was just fine. A mother sacrificed all the time with no acknowledgment. She was happy that she'd had the willpower to say no. She tested the water in the tub with her toes and stepped in. It was wonderfully hot and steamy. She slid into the water and sighed. She closed her eyes and floated.

Her sore muscles relaxed one by one. She wondered what her children were getting up to. If today really did become tomorrow, she wondered how she would deal with what they'd all done. She'd have to find out if it was a safe time of the month for Paget and Hailey. She counted in her head and frowned. She didn't think it was safe for her, but she wasn't sure. There were going to be many knots to untangle. But she knew her family could handle whatever happened.

~~

"You can't go in there." The nurse stood in the middle of the hall, hands on her hips.

"But he's my best friend," Noah lied. He glanced at Kathy who rolled her eyes. They had been trying to get past this nurse for several minutes. She seemed like she wasn't going to budge an inch. "And it's Christmas."

The nurse shook her head and pointed back the way they'd come.

"Oh, enough of this." Kathy broke into a sprint and ran past the nurse, down the hall, and around the corner. Hailey ran after her. They passed right by Jimmy's room.

The nurse stood staring in shock for a moment and then shook her finger at Noah, Samantha, and Paget. "You all stay put." She turned and ran after Kathy and Hailey.

When the nurse was around the corner, Noah jogged over to Jimmy's door with Samantha and Paget right behind him.

"We're breaking the rules!" Paget watched her brother with wide, awestruck eyes. "I can't believe we're breaking the hospital's rules."

"We have to see if Mrs. Palmer is right about today." Samantha didn't worry too much about rule-breaking anymore. But she remembered when she'd been more like Paget. It hadn't been that long ago.

"It'll be fine, Paget." Noah opened the door and they quickly entered the dark room. He closed it behind them. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim light. The curtain was open, so it wasn't too dark. Jimmy's mother was on the bed, cuddled up next to him. She was naked, with one arm and one leg draped over her son. He could hear the slow, even breathing of sleep. With her legs spread as they were, her pussy was on display to anyone who came into the room. Noah could see cum leaking out of it and onto the bed below.

"Well, that explains it." Samantha shook her head.

"Oh... gosh... oh gosh... you said they were doing it too... but I didn't... oh gosh... why didn't she cover herself? It's so brazen! Oh... gosh..." Paget continued mumbling to herself in shock.

"Is that Jimmy's cum? I mean..." Noah looked around the room. There was no one else there. "... can we be sure?"

"We can wake them up and ask." Samantha shrugged.

A security alert sounded on the hospital's PA system.

"Mrs. Ronning is going to die of embarrassment if she knows we saw her like this." Noah realized he was staring at her curves. She had an alluring figure. He looked away, for her sake.

"They know what room we wanted to go to. Better we wake her up or a security team will." Samantha flipped on the lights.

"Good point." Noah stepped over to the bed and shook Peggy. "Time to wake up, Mrs. Ronning." He shook her shoulder.

"What?" Peggy lifted her head, looked around, and shrieked.

"Ohhhhh... gosh... oh gosh... her son's sperm... oh gosh..." Paget continued muttering.

"Quiet your sister," Samantha said. "I'll handle this."

Noah walked over and hugged Paget, turning her eyes away from the bed. "This stuff happens in Clover Falls. It's okay. Shhhhhhhhh." She quieted in his arms, but he soon regretted hugging her so tightly. With her boobs pressing into him, he couldn't stop his dick from rising.

I'm screwed if we need to run away.

Paget felt her brother's boner against her tummy and went very still. She had never been more confused.

"Oh, no. I'm naked." Peggy pulled the sheet over herself. "This isn't what it looks like." Her face was bright crimson.

"It's okay, Mrs. Ronning. You need to get dressed now. Before the nurse comes in." Samantha watched the woman practically leap from the bed and dress herself in a hurry. She admired Peggy's can-do attitude. "Is Jimmy awake?" She watched Peggy's ass shake as she wiggled into her panties.

"Yes... yes... he's awake and feeling much better. All he needed was his mother's love." Peggy didn't look at them.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh." Samantha understood. Peggy had returned him to health the Clover Falls way.

"'Ooohhhhhhhhhh' what?" Noah looked over his sister's shoulder at his girlfriend.

"I'll tell you later." Samantha gently shook Jimmy's knee. "Wake up, Jimmy." He looked just the way he had when they'd left him. His eyes were closed and his head was bandaged. But now the hospital room smelled like sex.

Jimmy's eyes opened, and he stared at Samantha. For a moment, the only sound in the room was Peggy's dress rustling as she pulled it on. Recognition sparked in Jimmy's brain. "Oh... shit."

"Language, Jimmy," Peggy said automatically.

"I knew there was a reason I shouldn't have done it." He looked over at his mother, staring at her belly. His sperm was inside her at that very moment. "Enki... the riddle..." His mind was much clearer. He tried to sit up, but he fell back down on the pillow, dizzy.

"Don't get up, Jimmy." Peggy, dressed now, moved to the side of his bed and stroked his cheek. "You need to rest now."

"The riddle... Sam... Sam is still in the painting! We have to..." Jimmy blinked. He was talking to Samantha. "You're out of the painting!" He tried sitting up again, but Peggy tenderly pressed his head back to the pillow.

"It's a long story." Samantha sighed. "Your mom's right. You need to rest. We'll come by tomorrow to fill you in on everything. We're all okay. Everything's going to be fine."

"Yeah?" Jimmy's smile was weak and fleeting. He was very tired. He held out his fist, and Samantha bumped it.

"Don't say anything to the hospital staff about us visiting, Mrs. Ronning." Samantha walked over to the door and turned back to make eye contact with Peggy. "And we won't say anything about what we saw."

"It was nothing. I... um... we... um... didn't do anything." Peggy's face was still quite red.

"Exactly." Samantha nodded, opened the door, and led Noah and Paget out.

"So, that answers that." Noah held his sister's clammy hand, pulling her down the hall after Samantha.

"What answers what?" Paget was so far out of her element she might as well have been on the bottom of the ocean.

"We'll explain it on the car ride home." He gave her hand a squeeze. "Kathy and Hailey?"

Samantha rushed past the elevator and headed for the stairs. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it out of her bra. She read the text on the move. "Looks like Kathy is going to drop Hailey off at your place and then go home."

"She doesn't have a car." Noah tried to picture Hailey walking all the way back home. He didn't think that would go well.

"I'm guessing she's going to carry Hailey." Samantha looked over her shoulder as she descended the stairs, a wide grin on her face.

"Right." Noah smiled back. "Hailey isn't going to shut up about Kathy, is she?"

"She is not," Samantha agreed.

"Carry?" Paget tried to picture her sister in Kathy's long arms. "I don't..."

"We'll explain on the car ride home." Noah turned his smile toward Paget, but her forehead remained furrowed in confusion.

They left the hospital without incident, and Paget learned more secrets as she drove the eighteen-year-olds home. By the time they pulled into the driveway, the armpits of her dress were soaked with embarrassing sweat, and she was sure her vagina had gushed right through her panties and dress. She prayed for sanity, because at that moment she suspected she might throw away her engagement to a wonderful man to move back home and be with her teenage brother. Madness.