Danny, are you here? Brittney poked her head into the library.
I'm here. Daniel lifted his gaze from his book. He was sitting in an old upholstered chair. One leg hung and swung with indifference over the arm of the chair with a floral print. Just reading.
It's impossible to find someone in this house. Brittney entered the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest floral-print dress almost matched the chair she was sitting on. What are you reading?
Get ready for a hot and steamy night with meThe Manchurian Candidate . Daniel stuck his finger in the book to keep his place. This is a crazy book. Daniel's face twisted into an ironic smile. At one point, the Russians have this guy, Shaw, under hypnosis and they make him ... ah ... do his mom.
Seriously? Gross. Brittney scrunched up her nose. And spoilers, Danny. What if I wanted to read it?
Sorry. Daniel turned his gaze away from his sister and looked at the spines of books along the wall to his right. Is it really that bad, Britt? Doing it with her mother, I mean?
Gosh. Yes, it is. Brittney offered a slight curve in her smile, got up, walked towards the shelf and took down a book. I'm pretty sure it's in Leviticus. But I don't remember right now. She returned to her chair and sat down, flipping through the pages. She stopped and read. Here it is.You won't discover the nudity of your father nor the nudity of your mother. It's about your mother, so you won't discover her nudity. " .She looked up and gave Daniel a triumphant smile. 'That seems clear. Good old Shaw shouldn't be with his mother. It's very bad that the Russians did this to him.'
Yes, but it only says nudity. They could have done it with their clothes on. Besides, Abraham's brother married his niece. Moses' mother married her nephew, I think. And there are many cousins who get along well with cousins throughout the Old Testament.
Daniel hated losing an argument with his sister. But especially this one. He had a great interest in this. The guilt floated constantly in the background because of what he and Julie had done. Daniel would do anything for Eloise, but it would be better if the things she made him do with her mother were at least morally ambiguous. And now that Daniel and his mother had started their intimacy together, Daniel was starting to like it. He didn't want to like something that was wrong.
Ignore those other things, Leviticus is clear. Brittney looked at her book in her hands. Keep saying you can't undress with your father, sister, brother, stepmother ... She scanned the page. It doesn't say anything about cousins. Brittney looked at her brother with her deep blue eyes. So, I guess cousins are a clean game. She left the book next to her chair with a loud thud.
I believe. Daniel didn't like it, but what did the Bible know anyway? It was written by a group of grumpy men thousands of years ago.
Anyway, if you don't mind leaving your spy thriller for a few minutes, there are some roses I'd like to pick in the backyard. Do you want to come? Brittney got up, smoothed out her long dress, gave a sign to her brother and left the library.
Okay. Daniel glanced sideways at the page he was on and got up. He left the book on the chair and followed his sister.
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Julie was waiting in the study just behind the slightly open door. She felt like a silly person hiding in her own house, but here she was. She listened to her children on the other side of the library hallway, but couldn't understand their words. They were discussing something kindly. The twins had always been so pleasant. It was actually their eldest son Brad who had really tested his parents' patience. Finally, she heard them leave the library and walk down the hallway. Once Brittany and Daniel disappeared through the main door of the house, Julie crept out of the study.
Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, Julie whispered to herself. She looked down the corridor towards the main stairs. George was in the west tower and had asked for her help. And here was Julie, lurking like a teenager with her first crush. She took a deep breath and entered the library. She would help her husband later. She just needed to see that giant fake penis one more time. She would simply remove it from her system.
Five minutes later, she sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom next to the study. Her dress was wrapped around her waist and her panties were on the tile floor. 'Just for a minute', Julie murmured. She took the head of that black phallus and rubbed it against her moist vaginal lips. She grasped the thing with both hands and marveled at its circumference.
Uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh. Julie trembled as she pushed it inside her. Oh, God. It's too big. She inserted approximately half of the head and fixedly gazed at her poor stretched vagina. She hoped things would get back to normal quickly after she finished. She didn't want George to notice anything different during his intimate time. She pushed again and a bit more of the venous thing moved inside her.
That is the most forced task she has undertaken. Eloise was standing next to the bathroom door, looking at Julie with her cold eyes.
What? Julie screamed and dropped the controller to the floor, where it made a solid thud.
Oh, don't stop for me, dear. Eloise smiled and took two steps towards Julie. She leaned slowly, taking her large belly with one hand and got down on her knees. Her long and flowing dress swirled around her on the floor. She grasped the dildo with her left hand. This magnificent artifact is quite wet, my naughty lady.
I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming... Brown-eyed Julie's eyes widened with labored breathing.
Okay, then dream, Mrs. Anderson. Eloise leaned forward and pushed Julie's dress up her legs from where it had fallen off due to the shock. Nothing but the most pleasant dreams for you. Eloise lowered her gaze towards that trimmed bush between Julie's legs and the lips protruding just below. You kept your legs open, that's very good. She lifted the vibrator and rubbed her head against Julie's lips. What a strange thing this is. I had one made of wood, but this one is better material. What do you call it?
Silicone, Julie screamed.
Okay, certainly he does his job. Eloise pushed the head of the penis into her vagina in front of her. Wow, you're strong. That George of yours must be a dwarf.
What? No... it has one... big, Julie lied. Her pulse pounded like a heavy drum in her ears. She saw the comforter push its way back in again, this time her whole head opened up inside of her. Aaaahhhhhh. It's too... too much. I don't want... to squirt out of it... again.
Oh, did you have the flood down there? Eloise felt the resistance in the poor woman's vagina and stopped pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new and comfortable home. Some women spend their whole lives without knowing that pleasure. You're lucky. She looked at Julie with her most soothing smile. Relax, Mrs. Anderson. Daniel is bigger than this. She moved the dildo a bit to emphasize. Imagine the ecstasy when you stretch to accommodate it.
That would be cheating. Julie shook her head. I would never do that to ... oooooohhh ... George. Or to ... Daniel. He is my son.
You're saying that like it's a point against the effort. Eloise pulled out the fake penis from the woman and looked at her shiny head. But your relationship with him is an important point. Many points, actually. There's nothing like letting your son get to know you completely. And knowing... every inch of him.
Julie stood up and pushed Eloise to the side. Julie's brown horse booty shook as she passed by the pregnant woman towards the bathroom door. 'I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. None of this is real'. Julie looked at the woman who was now sitting next to the vanity. Her dress looked very uncomfortable in that position.
Careful, Julie, I'm pregnant. Eloise looked attentively at the startled wife. Such a rough deal is very unpleasant for me to me.
You're not real. Julie opened the door, jumped into the hallway and ran towards the stairs.
George walked towards her with a look of concern on his friendly face. 'There you are, Jules. I really could use your help...' He stopped when he saw her face. 'Are you okay?' His wife had a frantic look in her eyes and her dress was wrinkled.
Well... I'm fine. Julie reflected on things. If George was here, then what had just happened in the bathroom wasn't a dream. For the first time in her adult life, Julie considered it plausible that ghosts existed. Devils, now it was a probability. I was just... having problems with the bathroom sink. Julie smoothed out her dress.
Oh, seriously? Let me take a look. George gave his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek and walked past her towards the open bathroom door.
No, screamed Julie. That specter was there. And even if she was just a whole hallucination, the comforter was there. George would feel devastated if he found Julie using it behind his back. Let's work in the tower. No ... She stopped and lowered her head when George entered the bathroom.
For God's sake, Julie, shouted George. You shouldn't leave your things just lying around. What if the kids wanted to use this bathroom?
I walked towards him... Julie. He was taking it better than she thought. She arrived at the open door and looked inside to find her husband holding her forgotten underwear in his right hand. He offered them to her and Julie approached and took them. 'Sorry, George. The bathroom must have distracted me.'
Well, the sink. George opened the hot water faucet and then the cold one. The water flowed towards the basin as it should. Everything seems to be in order. What's wrong?
Julie didn't respond, searched for the abandoned comforter on the floor, but couldn't see it.
Did you lose something else? George looked at her bewildered. Did you also drop your bra too?
No. Julie shook her head. I have everything. The comforter wasn't there. Maybe the ghost had taken it to give itself pleasure. The thought sent a shiver down her back. I was just thinking, George. Perhaps we should bring someone to free our house of ... unwanted spirits.
That's madness, Jules. Did you see a ghost? George laughed and put his hand on the slender shoulder of his wife.
Yes... Julie could see that she was laughing at her. 'I mean I don't know. I don't want to say it.'
Don't be silly. There's no such thing as ghosts. George accompanied her out of the bathroom. Let's go together and the house won't seem so spooky.
Alright. Julie didn't know what to think.
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The weeds scratched the legs of the twins when Brittney and Daniel turned the southeast corner of the house. The old and irregular cobblestone path did everything possible to twist their ankles, so the twins walked with certain caution.
How do you think the garden was in its prime? Brittney glanced over her shoulder at Daniel as she followed him.
The Palmers probably had servants taking care of the garden. I bet it was full of flowers and very well arranged. The fresh air surrounding them invigorated Daniel. A strong gust hit their faces from the north. Thanks for bringing me here, Britt. I still haven't explored the outside yet.
I don't either. Brittney turned the corner to the northeast. Oh, they're beautiful. The rose bush seemed even more lovely seen from ground level. The flowers were a deep crimson, with large petals curled together. Scissors, please.
Okay. Daniel stopped next to her, pulled out the scissors he had kept in his pocket and handed them over. She saw him jump into the underbrush until he reached the rose bush. His body was so relaxed under his flowing dress and his face carefree as he circled the plant looking for perfect flowers.
This bush is marvelous, don't you think, Danny? Brittney lifted the scissors and cut a stalk, carefully not to grab the thorns.
Yes, it's good. Daniel smiled. He felt so far removed from all the strange events that had happened inside the mansion with them. It was both a piercing concern and relief. He desperately needed to see Eloise soon. But he also knew that the reckless path he and Julie followed would lead to irreversible events. Daniel didn't want to do anything that could harm his relationship with his beloved mother. But even without Eloise's insistence, he felt drawn to more things with Julie. Everything was so confusing.
Who is that? Brittney looked towards the northwest corner of the house.
What? Daniel snapped out of his reverie and followed his gaze. A tall, square man with a top hat approached them with determination. The flapping of his long velvet coat brushed against the upper part of the weeds beneath him. His black mustache fell around the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes seemed to look directly through them. God, thought Daniel, his eyes were very black.
What damage have you brought to my garden, shameless ones? The man clenched his fists on either side. He was about ten meters from the twins.
Who is that? Brittney gazed at the man with narrowed eyes, but narrowing her eyes didn't make his presence more logical.
Come on. Daniel could see that Brittney was not willing to run, so he approached her and took her free hand between his. Daniel recognized the voice of the night when Eloise led him through the secret stairs. This was Frederick Palmer in person. Or well, whatever ghosts are made of. Now, Britt. When Frederick got twenty-five feet away, Daniel pulled hard on his sister's hand and they set off.
What's going on, Danny? Brittney dropped the scissors in the underbrush and grabbed the roses she had picked up in her right hand. She ran with Daniel back where they came from.
A type in our garden. They turned the northeast corner at full speed. How does it look? Weeds were flying over their knees. None of the twins looked back.
Return here, thieves. The voice of Frederick floated in the air of the garden, resonating around him. I'll pursue you, shameless ones.
Daniel risked looking over his shoulder. Frederick was at the corner of the mansion they had just passed by. The man's hands hung stiffly to the sides and his eyes filled with hatred. Relief filled Daniel, as it seemed Frederick had abandoned the pursuit. At that moment, Daniel's foot slipped sideways onto a cobblestone and his ankle twisted. He fell among the underbrush with a brief cry.
Come on, Danny. Get up. Brittney bent down and helped him stand up. She passed her arm around his shoulders and they turned the southeast corner of the house. She didn't dare look back.
The twins burst into the main door and shut it behind them. They leaned their backs against the door and looked at each other with very open eyes.
That was madness. Brittney let out a nervous laugh.
Daniel, gazing, looked at his sister while her laughter increased until it turned into a thunderous belly laugh. He couldn't help but also laugh.
His parents, who had just left the main floor bathroom, found the twins scratched, scraped and sharing what seemed like a fun or crazy moment.
What's happened to you? Julie ran towards Daniel. The right knee of his pants was broken and blood was staining the fabric. He wasn't putting any weight on his right ankle. He looked at his daughter, where blood was dripping from his right fist as he squeezed the thorny stems of the rose with force.
A... guy... chased us. Brittney's laughter slowed down. 'With a top hat.'
Oh my God. Julie leaned in and moved Daniel's arm from his sister's shoulders to hers. Where?
The twin's laughter died completely.
In the garden. Brittney nodded.
It's okay, Mom. Daniel looked at his mother's soft brown eyes. It wasn't very fast. Her red hair fell on her forehead and her eyes.
Let's clean you up, Julie told Daniel. George, can you see if the man is still outside?
I'm in that. George ran to the studio and came out with a wooden baseball bat. He opened the door and took off running.
Brittney, it will be better if you pick up those flowers and wash your hand. Julie helped her son to the bathroom.
A minute later, George went back into the house and closed the enormous entrance door behind him. 'There's nobody left.' He breathed heavily after running through the house. 'Are you sure you saw someone?'
Okay, said Brittney. You must have scared him, dad.
Hhhmmmm. George looked at his wife and Daniel as they disappeared towards the bathroom. Where are you going, Jules?
I'm taking care of Danny, George. Julie took Daniel to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet seat, and closed the door.
It's fine. George looked at his daughter as he headed towards the kitchen. Where are you going?
To put this in water. Brittney lifted the roses. Her ruby tone matched the blood running down her arm. And to clean my hand. It turns out thorns are sharp.
Every rose has its thorns, Britt. George left the Bat and followed her to the kitchen. I'll help you.
Thanks Dad. Brittney entered the kitchen and headed towards the sink.
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Why are you holding your underwear, mom? Daniel looked at Julie's left hand where her lingerie was clenched in his fist.
Oh, ah... that's not important. Julie left her panties on the floor next to the door and cursed silently the scarcity of feminine clothing pockets. More important still, who was chasing you, Danny? Julie leaned over the waistband, pulled down her son's pants to his knees, and could see the bruise well on his knee. That's an unpleasant scratch, let me get the peroxide. Julie straightened up and opened the first-aid kit behind the mirror.
I don't want to talk about that man. Daniel's gaze traveled over the curvaceous body of his mother, hidden beneath her dress. Conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. With the first-aid kit open and Julie rummaging through it, now only Daniel could see the bathroom mirror. In the mirror, Eloise was smiling at Daniel as if the mirror were a window with her freckled forehead pressed against the glass.
I can understand that you were very scared. Julie left the peroxide bottle on the sink and rummaged around a bit more. But you'll have to tell me and your father so we can figure out what happened. Maybe we'll have to call the police.
Eloise made a movement with her hand as if she were holding something large in front of her mouth. She moved the hand back and forth and puffed out her cheek with her tongue once or twice. It was clear that she wanted Daniel to convince his mother to give her a suck.
No. Daniel shook his head.
What's up, pumpkin? Julie looked for bandages.
No, mom. Daniel continued to shake his head towards Eloise. Even if he wanted another suck from his mother, it wasn't the right moment. Not with his father and sister at the end of the hallway. Not with his throbbing ankle. I think we shouldn't bother the police about that. Daniel thought about his mother's mouth wrapped around his cock. Maybe he wanted more attention from Julie. But he would have to wait.LaterIt whispered to Eloise.
NowEloise responded with her lips.OHe shook his head and his face darkened.
Well, you and your sister can tell us everything about the man once he's finished. Julie pulled out the right bandages and closed the first aid kit. The mirror passed from one window to the world of the dead to a reflective surface anew.
Ready? Julie knelt in front of Daniel. He was still sitting where she had left him. She extended her hand and removed his left shoe. When she moved the right one, her son whimpered. I'm sorry, darling. We'll put some ice on that ankle. I'm sure it's just a sprain. She worried it could be something worse. She thought about X-rays, multiple visits to specialists, and medication. They really couldn't afford all that.
It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much.
Here I come. Julie took off her son's shoe smoothly and left it beside him. That's a strong boy. Then, with caution, she took off his pants and socks and put them on top of the shoes. Now let's take a look at that knee, sir. Julie turned the open bottle of peroxide over a cotton ball, put the bottle back in the sink, and leaned forward. This will hurt a little.
Ay. She didn't feel very well, but looking at the cleavage of her mother's dress took away some of the pain.
Ready. Julie finished cleaning the wound, opened the bandage and placed it comfortably over the abrasion. One less... Julie lost her train of thought while looking up to discover that Daniel was hard. How could he have an erection at this moment? Teenagers were curious animals. Um, what's going on there? She pointed out his boxers that couldn't contain their thirteen inches. She could see the outline of the top part of his glorious penis under the lower part of his shirt.
I'm sorry, mom. When you were fixing my knee, I could see a little of your cleavage. Daniel couldn't make eye contact. He looked at the mirror and saw Eloise looking in from inside again. The apparition smiled and nodded her head at Daniel.
Does... um... do you like my body that much? Julie furrowed her brow.
It's really nice. Daniel nodded his head and gave Julie a quick glance, his blue eyes met her brown ones. He looked away again.
Okay, I suppose it's a good compliment. Julie blushed. Her poor son seemed so nervous. She wanted to calm him down. I suppose with the internet you've seen more breasts than all your ancestors together. Then, if you still like mine ... Julie shrugged and smiled. Her brain turned fuzzy for a second and then had total clarity. Julie knew what she had to do. I don't think we can deal with your ankle until... I know how much relief you need sometimes. Julie pointed at her penis again. What do you think?
Do you want to touch it? Daniel could hear his pulse in his ears.
I don't know aboutto wantAh, pumpkin. Julie reached for Daniel's waist and hooked her fingers into his boxers with trembling hands. But it's notthat needsTo do something. We can't have inflation in two places. It's my responsibility to take care of you. He lowered his boxers and took them off carefully. Julie's breath got stuck in her throat when the purple-headed monster swung into the open air. In all aspects except one, Daniel was a weak and delicate flower. But that single aberration was a beast. Now I'll only use my hands and a towel. That's not cheating.
No, it's not a trap, Daniel repeated. His eyes stopped on the mirror where Eloise applauded silently with anticipation. Then he looked at his beautiful mother while his fingers wrapped around her thickness. At that moment, what Leviticus or his conscience told him didn't matter to Daniel. He wanted his mother. He wanted to possess her completely.
Oh my God, Danny. Yours is so masculine. Julie bit her lower lip while her hands caressed him from top to bottom. It's even bigger than... She was going to say her new comforter, but she didn't want Daniel to know.
Hey Dad? Daniel let the pleasure run through him. He wanted to enjoy that feeling forever. Were you going to say I'm bigger than Daddy?
No. Julie looked at her son with his unruly red hair and that small smile on his face. Well, yes, actually, she lied. But let's not talk about your father. Her gaze landed on the enormous post in front of her. Her distant eyes as she contemplated its wild beauty.
Okay. Daniel saw him work his cock in silence for several minutes. You know we agreed that using your mouth to help me isn't cheating on Dad.
Yes. Julie nodded. How is your ankle?
Is my ankle? Daniel had forgotten the piercing pain in his ankle. 'My ankle would feel better if you used your mouth'.
Okay. Julie moved her left hand towards Daniel's left ball and hollowed out its heavy substance. She looked at the small purple veins approaching the rough skin of his testicles. Julie had never seen balls like Daniel's before, but they seemed suitable to her. That was how a man was supposed to be. Don't cheat, Julie murmured. She lowered her mouth towards Daniel's broad purple head and licked it quickly. You have a salty taste, Daniel. Julie then opened up and sucked his penis. She moved her head with short, small movements, a new way of sucking that was rapidly becoming familiar to her.
You are the best... mom... of all time. Daniel's eyes crawled from his brown ponytail bouncing off his mother to Eloise looking at herself in the mirror.
The breath of the beautiful redhead seemed to fog up the mirror's interior and dried it with her pale hand so she could continue watching this mother fall, just as many others had fallen before her in this house.
Ten minutes passed while Julie blew Daniel's penis with her mouth. She pulled away from him and looked up. 'Is this helping?'
It's okay, mom. But can I rub your ass again? Daniel's hands grasped the white porcelain of the toilet and pressed his butt against the lid. This was almost too much. He saw her get up, turn around, and lift her dress to her waist. This was the first time Daniel had seen her without underwear. She had a perfect heart-shaped form and was almost as white as the porcelain he was sitting on.
We'll have to be careful not to hurt your ankle. Julie stepped back and sat on his lap. Her son's monster straightened up and pressed between her cheeks as it lifted itself to the lower part of her back. I'll be gentle. She swayed against him and felt the weight of his thing pushing against her. It was incredibly large. Since I'm not wearing underwear, we have to be careful. Make sure he doesn't get too close to my you know what.
Okay mom. Daniel moved his hands from the toilet to his hips. His ankle hurt, but the pain felt very far away. He watched as his ass wiggled and trembled while he bounced and rebounded against him, rubbing his backside against the length of his cock. He stole a glance at the mirror and Eloise was still there making a circle with her right hand's fingers and tracing it with her left index finger. She wanted him to have sex with his mother and Daniel was lost enough not to want to either. However, he was quite sure Julie wouldn't let him.
A soft knock sounded on the door and mother and son froze while rubbing each other in the bathroom.
I'm here. Daniel lifted his gaze from his book. He was sitting in an old upholstered chair. One leg hung and swung with indifference over the arm of the chair with a floral print. Just reading.
It's impossible to find someone in this house. Brittney entered the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest floral-print dress almost matched the chair she was sitting on. What are you reading?
Get ready for a hot and steamy night with meThe Manchurian Candidate . Daniel stuck his finger in the book to keep his place. This is a crazy book. Daniel's face twisted into an ironic smile. At one point, the Russians have this guy, Shaw, under hypnosis and they make him ... ah ... do his mom.
Seriously? Gross. Brittney scrunched up her nose. And spoilers, Danny. What if I wanted to read it?
Sorry. Daniel turned his gaze away from his sister and looked at the spines of books along the wall to his right. Is it really that bad, Britt? Doing it with her mother, I mean?
Gosh. Yes, it is. Brittney offered a slight curve in her smile, got up, walked towards the shelf and took down a book. I'm pretty sure it's in Leviticus. But I don't remember right now. She returned to her chair and sat down, flipping through the pages. She stopped and read. Here it is.You won't discover the nudity of your father nor the nudity of your mother. It's about your mother, so you won't discover her nudity. " .She looked up and gave Daniel a triumphant smile. 'That seems clear. Good old Shaw shouldn't be with his mother. It's very bad that the Russians did this to him.'
Yes, but it only says nudity. They could have done it with their clothes on. Besides, Abraham's brother married his niece. Moses' mother married her nephew, I think. And there are many cousins who get along well with cousins throughout the Old Testament.
Daniel hated losing an argument with his sister. But especially this one. He had a great interest in this. The guilt floated constantly in the background because of what he and Julie had done. Daniel would do anything for Eloise, but it would be better if the things she made him do with her mother were at least morally ambiguous. And now that Daniel and his mother had started their intimacy together, Daniel was starting to like it. He didn't want to like something that was wrong.
Ignore those other things, Leviticus is clear. Brittney looked at her book in her hands. Keep saying you can't undress with your father, sister, brother, stepmother ... She scanned the page. It doesn't say anything about cousins. Brittney looked at her brother with her deep blue eyes. So, I guess cousins are a clean game. She left the book next to her chair with a loud thud.
I believe. Daniel didn't like it, but what did the Bible know anyway? It was written by a group of grumpy men thousands of years ago.
Anyway, if you don't mind leaving your spy thriller for a few minutes, there are some roses I'd like to pick in the backyard. Do you want to come? Brittney got up, smoothed out her long dress, gave a sign to her brother and left the library.
Okay. Daniel glanced sideways at the page he was on and got up. He left the book on the chair and followed his sister.
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Julie was waiting in the study just behind the slightly open door. She felt like a silly person hiding in her own house, but here she was. She listened to her children on the other side of the library hallway, but couldn't understand their words. They were discussing something kindly. The twins had always been so pleasant. It was actually their eldest son Brad who had really tested his parents' patience. Finally, she heard them leave the library and walk down the hallway. Once Brittany and Daniel disappeared through the main door of the house, Julie crept out of the study.
Maybe I shouldn't be doing this, Julie whispered to herself. She looked down the corridor towards the main stairs. George was in the west tower and had asked for her help. And here was Julie, lurking like a teenager with her first crush. She took a deep breath and entered the library. She would help her husband later. She just needed to see that giant fake penis one more time. She would simply remove it from her system.
Five minutes later, she sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom next to the study. Her dress was wrapped around her waist and her panties were on the tile floor. 'Just for a minute', Julie murmured. She took the head of that black phallus and rubbed it against her moist vaginal lips. She grasped the thing with both hands and marveled at its circumference.
Uuuuugggggghhhhhhhh. Julie trembled as she pushed it inside her. Oh, God. It's too big. She inserted approximately half of the head and fixedly gazed at her poor stretched vagina. She hoped things would get back to normal quickly after she finished. She didn't want George to notice anything different during his intimate time. She pushed again and a bit more of the venous thing moved inside her.
That is the most forced task she has undertaken. Eloise was standing next to the bathroom door, looking at Julie with her cold eyes.
What? Julie screamed and dropped the controller to the floor, where it made a solid thud.
Oh, don't stop for me, dear. Eloise smiled and took two steps towards Julie. She leaned slowly, taking her large belly with one hand and got down on her knees. Her long and flowing dress swirled around her on the floor. She grasped the dildo with her left hand. This magnificent artifact is quite wet, my naughty lady.
I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming... Brown-eyed Julie's eyes widened with labored breathing.
Okay, then dream, Mrs. Anderson. Eloise leaned forward and pushed Julie's dress up her legs from where it had fallen off due to the shock. Nothing but the most pleasant dreams for you. Eloise lowered her gaze towards that trimmed bush between Julie's legs and the lips protruding just below. You kept your legs open, that's very good. She lifted the vibrator and rubbed her head against Julie's lips. What a strange thing this is. I had one made of wood, but this one is better material. What do you call it?
Silicone, Julie screamed.
Okay, certainly he does his job. Eloise pushed the head of the penis into her vagina in front of her. Wow, you're strong. That George of yours must be a dwarf.
What? No... it has one... big, Julie lied. Her pulse pounded like a heavy drum in her ears. She saw the comforter push its way back in again, this time her whole head opened up inside of her. Aaaahhhhhh. It's too... too much. I don't want... to squirt out of it... again.
Oh, did you have the flood down there? Eloise felt the resistance in the poor woman's vagina and stopped pushing, letting the round head of the thing sit in its new and comfortable home. Some women spend their whole lives without knowing that pleasure. You're lucky. She looked at Julie with her most soothing smile. Relax, Mrs. Anderson. Daniel is bigger than this. She moved the dildo a bit to emphasize. Imagine the ecstasy when you stretch to accommodate it.
That would be cheating. Julie shook her head. I would never do that to ... oooooohhh ... George. Or to ... Daniel. He is my son.
You're saying that like it's a point against the effort. Eloise pulled out the fake penis from the woman and looked at her shiny head. But your relationship with him is an important point. Many points, actually. There's nothing like letting your son get to know you completely. And knowing... every inch of him.
Julie stood up and pushed Eloise to the side. Julie's brown horse booty shook as she passed by the pregnant woman towards the bathroom door. 'I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. None of this is real'. Julie looked at the woman who was now sitting next to the vanity. Her dress looked very uncomfortable in that position.
Careful, Julie, I'm pregnant. Eloise looked attentively at the startled wife. Such a rough deal is very unpleasant for me to me.
You're not real. Julie opened the door, jumped into the hallway and ran towards the stairs.
George walked towards her with a look of concern on his friendly face. 'There you are, Jules. I really could use your help...' He stopped when he saw her face. 'Are you okay?' His wife had a frantic look in her eyes and her dress was wrinkled.
Well... I'm fine. Julie reflected on things. If George was here, then what had just happened in the bathroom wasn't a dream. For the first time in her adult life, Julie considered it plausible that ghosts existed. Devils, now it was a probability. I was just... having problems with the bathroom sink. Julie smoothed out her dress.
Oh, seriously? Let me take a look. George gave his wife a gentle kiss on the cheek and walked past her towards the open bathroom door.
No, screamed Julie. That specter was there. And even if she was just a whole hallucination, the comforter was there. George would feel devastated if he found Julie using it behind his back. Let's work in the tower. No ... She stopped and lowered her head when George entered the bathroom.
For God's sake, Julie, shouted George. You shouldn't leave your things just lying around. What if the kids wanted to use this bathroom?
I walked towards him... Julie. He was taking it better than she thought. She arrived at the open door and looked inside to find her husband holding her forgotten underwear in his right hand. He offered them to her and Julie approached and took them. 'Sorry, George. The bathroom must have distracted me.'
Well, the sink. George opened the hot water faucet and then the cold one. The water flowed towards the basin as it should. Everything seems to be in order. What's wrong?
Julie didn't respond, searched for the abandoned comforter on the floor, but couldn't see it.
Did you lose something else? George looked at her bewildered. Did you also drop your bra too?
No. Julie shook her head. I have everything. The comforter wasn't there. Maybe the ghost had taken it to give itself pleasure. The thought sent a shiver down her back. I was just thinking, George. Perhaps we should bring someone to free our house of ... unwanted spirits.
That's madness, Jules. Did you see a ghost? George laughed and put his hand on the slender shoulder of his wife.
Yes... Julie could see that she was laughing at her. 'I mean I don't know. I don't want to say it.'
Don't be silly. There's no such thing as ghosts. George accompanied her out of the bathroom. Let's go together and the house won't seem so spooky.
Alright. Julie didn't know what to think.
~
The weeds scratched the legs of the twins when Brittney and Daniel turned the southeast corner of the house. The old and irregular cobblestone path did everything possible to twist their ankles, so the twins walked with certain caution.
How do you think the garden was in its prime? Brittney glanced over her shoulder at Daniel as she followed him.
The Palmers probably had servants taking care of the garden. I bet it was full of flowers and very well arranged. The fresh air surrounding them invigorated Daniel. A strong gust hit their faces from the north. Thanks for bringing me here, Britt. I still haven't explored the outside yet.
I don't either. Brittney turned the corner to the northeast. Oh, they're beautiful. The rose bush seemed even more lovely seen from ground level. The flowers were a deep crimson, with large petals curled together. Scissors, please.
Okay. Daniel stopped next to her, pulled out the scissors he had kept in his pocket and handed them over. She saw him jump into the underbrush until he reached the rose bush. His body was so relaxed under his flowing dress and his face carefree as he circled the plant looking for perfect flowers.
This bush is marvelous, don't you think, Danny? Brittney lifted the scissors and cut a stalk, carefully not to grab the thorns.
Yes, it's good. Daniel smiled. He felt so far removed from all the strange events that had happened inside the mansion with them. It was both a piercing concern and relief. He desperately needed to see Eloise soon. But he also knew that the reckless path he and Julie followed would lead to irreversible events. Daniel didn't want to do anything that could harm his relationship with his beloved mother. But even without Eloise's insistence, he felt drawn to more things with Julie. Everything was so confusing.
Who is that? Brittney looked towards the northwest corner of the house.
What? Daniel snapped out of his reverie and followed his gaze. A tall, square man with a top hat approached them with determination. The flapping of his long velvet coat brushed against the upper part of the weeds beneath him. His black mustache fell around the corners of his mouth, and his black eyes seemed to look directly through them. God, thought Daniel, his eyes were very black.
What damage have you brought to my garden, shameless ones? The man clenched his fists on either side. He was about ten meters from the twins.
Who is that? Brittney gazed at the man with narrowed eyes, but narrowing her eyes didn't make his presence more logical.
Come on. Daniel could see that Brittney was not willing to run, so he approached her and took her free hand between his. Daniel recognized the voice of the night when Eloise led him through the secret stairs. This was Frederick Palmer in person. Or well, whatever ghosts are made of. Now, Britt. When Frederick got twenty-five feet away, Daniel pulled hard on his sister's hand and they set off.
What's going on, Danny? Brittney dropped the scissors in the underbrush and grabbed the roses she had picked up in her right hand. She ran with Daniel back where they came from.
A type in our garden. They turned the northeast corner at full speed. How does it look? Weeds were flying over their knees. None of the twins looked back.
Return here, thieves. The voice of Frederick floated in the air of the garden, resonating around him. I'll pursue you, shameless ones.
Daniel risked looking over his shoulder. Frederick was at the corner of the mansion they had just passed by. The man's hands hung stiffly to the sides and his eyes filled with hatred. Relief filled Daniel, as it seemed Frederick had abandoned the pursuit. At that moment, Daniel's foot slipped sideways onto a cobblestone and his ankle twisted. He fell among the underbrush with a brief cry.
Come on, Danny. Get up. Brittney bent down and helped him stand up. She passed her arm around his shoulders and they turned the southeast corner of the house. She didn't dare look back.
The twins burst into the main door and shut it behind them. They leaned their backs against the door and looked at each other with very open eyes.
That was madness. Brittney let out a nervous laugh.
Daniel, gazing, looked at his sister while her laughter increased until it turned into a thunderous belly laugh. He couldn't help but also laugh.
His parents, who had just left the main floor bathroom, found the twins scratched, scraped and sharing what seemed like a fun or crazy moment.
What's happened to you? Julie ran towards Daniel. The right knee of his pants was broken and blood was staining the fabric. He wasn't putting any weight on his right ankle. He looked at his daughter, where blood was dripping from his right fist as he squeezed the thorny stems of the rose with force.
A... guy... chased us. Brittney's laughter slowed down. 'With a top hat.'
Oh my God. Julie leaned in and moved Daniel's arm from his sister's shoulders to hers. Where?
The twin's laughter died completely.
In the garden. Brittney nodded.
It's okay, Mom. Daniel looked at his mother's soft brown eyes. It wasn't very fast. Her red hair fell on her forehead and her eyes.
Let's clean you up, Julie told Daniel. George, can you see if the man is still outside?
I'm in that. George ran to the studio and came out with a wooden baseball bat. He opened the door and took off running.
Brittney, it will be better if you pick up those flowers and wash your hand. Julie helped her son to the bathroom.
A minute later, George went back into the house and closed the enormous entrance door behind him. 'There's nobody left.' He breathed heavily after running through the house. 'Are you sure you saw someone?'
Okay, said Brittney. You must have scared him, dad.
Hhhmmmm. George looked at his wife and Daniel as they disappeared towards the bathroom. Where are you going, Jules?
I'm taking care of Danny, George. Julie took Daniel to the bathroom, sat him on the toilet seat, and closed the door.
It's fine. George looked at his daughter as he headed towards the kitchen. Where are you going?
To put this in water. Brittney lifted the roses. Her ruby tone matched the blood running down her arm. And to clean my hand. It turns out thorns are sharp.
Every rose has its thorns, Britt. George left the Bat and followed her to the kitchen. I'll help you.
Thanks Dad. Brittney entered the kitchen and headed towards the sink.
~
Why are you holding your underwear, mom? Daniel looked at Julie's left hand where her lingerie was clenched in his fist.
Oh, ah... that's not important. Julie left her panties on the floor next to the door and cursed silently the scarcity of feminine clothing pockets. More important still, who was chasing you, Danny? Julie leaned over the waistband, pulled down her son's pants to his knees, and could see the bruise well on his knee. That's an unpleasant scratch, let me get the peroxide. Julie straightened up and opened the first-aid kit behind the mirror.
I don't want to talk about that man. Daniel's gaze traveled over the curvaceous body of his mother, hidden beneath her dress. Conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. With the first-aid kit open and Julie rummaging through it, now only Daniel could see the bathroom mirror. In the mirror, Eloise was smiling at Daniel as if the mirror were a window with her freckled forehead pressed against the glass.
I can understand that you were very scared. Julie left the peroxide bottle on the sink and rummaged around a bit more. But you'll have to tell me and your father so we can figure out what happened. Maybe we'll have to call the police.
Eloise made a movement with her hand as if she were holding something large in front of her mouth. She moved the hand back and forth and puffed out her cheek with her tongue once or twice. It was clear that she wanted Daniel to convince his mother to give her a suck.
No. Daniel shook his head.
What's up, pumpkin? Julie looked for bandages.
No, mom. Daniel continued to shake his head towards Eloise. Even if he wanted another suck from his mother, it wasn't the right moment. Not with his father and sister at the end of the hallway. Not with his throbbing ankle. I think we shouldn't bother the police about that. Daniel thought about his mother's mouth wrapped around his cock. Maybe he wanted more attention from Julie. But he would have to wait.LaterIt whispered to Eloise.
NowEloise responded with her lips.OHe shook his head and his face darkened.
Well, you and your sister can tell us everything about the man once he's finished. Julie pulled out the right bandages and closed the first aid kit. The mirror passed from one window to the world of the dead to a reflective surface anew.
Ready? Julie knelt in front of Daniel. He was still sitting where she had left him. She extended her hand and removed his left shoe. When she moved the right one, her son whimpered. I'm sorry, darling. We'll put some ice on that ankle. I'm sure it's just a sprain. She worried it could be something worse. She thought about X-rays, multiple visits to specialists, and medication. They really couldn't afford all that.
It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much.
Here I come. Julie took off her son's shoe smoothly and left it beside him. That's a strong boy. Then, with caution, she took off his pants and socks and put them on top of the shoes. Now let's take a look at that knee, sir. Julie turned the open bottle of peroxide over a cotton ball, put the bottle back in the sink, and leaned forward. This will hurt a little.
Ay. She didn't feel very well, but looking at the cleavage of her mother's dress took away some of the pain.
Ready. Julie finished cleaning the wound, opened the bandage and placed it comfortably over the abrasion. One less... Julie lost her train of thought while looking up to discover that Daniel was hard. How could he have an erection at this moment? Teenagers were curious animals. Um, what's going on there? She pointed out his boxers that couldn't contain their thirteen inches. She could see the outline of the top part of his glorious penis under the lower part of his shirt.
I'm sorry, mom. When you were fixing my knee, I could see a little of your cleavage. Daniel couldn't make eye contact. He looked at the mirror and saw Eloise looking in from inside again. The apparition smiled and nodded her head at Daniel.
Does... um... do you like my body that much? Julie furrowed her brow.
It's really nice. Daniel nodded his head and gave Julie a quick glance, his blue eyes met her brown ones. He looked away again.
Okay, I suppose it's a good compliment. Julie blushed. Her poor son seemed so nervous. She wanted to calm him down. I suppose with the internet you've seen more breasts than all your ancestors together. Then, if you still like mine ... Julie shrugged and smiled. Her brain turned fuzzy for a second and then had total clarity. Julie knew what she had to do. I don't think we can deal with your ankle until... I know how much relief you need sometimes. Julie pointed at her penis again. What do you think?
Do you want to touch it? Daniel could hear his pulse in his ears.
I don't know aboutto wantAh, pumpkin. Julie reached for Daniel's waist and hooked her fingers into his boxers with trembling hands. But it's notthat needsTo do something. We can't have inflation in two places. It's my responsibility to take care of you. He lowered his boxers and took them off carefully. Julie's breath got stuck in her throat when the purple-headed monster swung into the open air. In all aspects except one, Daniel was a weak and delicate flower. But that single aberration was a beast. Now I'll only use my hands and a towel. That's not cheating.
No, it's not a trap, Daniel repeated. His eyes stopped on the mirror where Eloise applauded silently with anticipation. Then he looked at his beautiful mother while his fingers wrapped around her thickness. At that moment, what Leviticus or his conscience told him didn't matter to Daniel. He wanted his mother. He wanted to possess her completely.
Oh my God, Danny. Yours is so masculine. Julie bit her lower lip while her hands caressed him from top to bottom. It's even bigger than... She was going to say her new comforter, but she didn't want Daniel to know.
Hey Dad? Daniel let the pleasure run through him. He wanted to enjoy that feeling forever. Were you going to say I'm bigger than Daddy?
No. Julie looked at her son with his unruly red hair and that small smile on his face. Well, yes, actually, she lied. But let's not talk about your father. Her gaze landed on the enormous post in front of her. Her distant eyes as she contemplated its wild beauty.
Okay. Daniel saw him work his cock in silence for several minutes. You know we agreed that using your mouth to help me isn't cheating on Dad.
Yes. Julie nodded. How is your ankle?
Is my ankle? Daniel had forgotten the piercing pain in his ankle. 'My ankle would feel better if you used your mouth'.
Okay. Julie moved her left hand towards Daniel's left ball and hollowed out its heavy substance. She looked at the small purple veins approaching the rough skin of his testicles. Julie had never seen balls like Daniel's before, but they seemed suitable to her. That was how a man was supposed to be. Don't cheat, Julie murmured. She lowered her mouth towards Daniel's broad purple head and licked it quickly. You have a salty taste, Daniel. Julie then opened up and sucked his penis. She moved her head with short, small movements, a new way of sucking that was rapidly becoming familiar to her.
You are the best... mom... of all time. Daniel's eyes crawled from his brown ponytail bouncing off his mother to Eloise looking at herself in the mirror.
The breath of the beautiful redhead seemed to fog up the mirror's interior and dried it with her pale hand so she could continue watching this mother fall, just as many others had fallen before her in this house.
Ten minutes passed while Julie blew Daniel's penis with her mouth. She pulled away from him and looked up. 'Is this helping?'
It's okay, mom. But can I rub your ass again? Daniel's hands grasped the white porcelain of the toilet and pressed his butt against the lid. This was almost too much. He saw her get up, turn around, and lift her dress to her waist. This was the first time Daniel had seen her without underwear. She had a perfect heart-shaped form and was almost as white as the porcelain he was sitting on.
We'll have to be careful not to hurt your ankle. Julie stepped back and sat on his lap. Her son's monster straightened up and pressed between her cheeks as it lifted itself to the lower part of her back. I'll be gentle. She swayed against him and felt the weight of his thing pushing against her. It was incredibly large. Since I'm not wearing underwear, we have to be careful. Make sure he doesn't get too close to my you know what.
Okay mom. Daniel moved his hands from the toilet to his hips. His ankle hurt, but the pain felt very far away. He watched as his ass wiggled and trembled while he bounced and rebounded against him, rubbing his backside against the length of his cock. He stole a glance at the mirror and Eloise was still there making a circle with her right hand's fingers and tracing it with her left index finger. She wanted him to have sex with his mother and Daniel was lost enough not to want to either. However, he was quite sure Julie wouldn't let him.
A soft knock sounded on the door and mother and son froze while rubbing each other in the bathroom.
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