When Maxamed and Khadra started their investigation, Maxamed began speaking Somali. He knew his wife preferred English, but always thought that the mother tongue would give them an advantage over the malevolent American spirits. 'They have many books of white people', said Maxamed in Somali. He inspected the library, holding his electromagnetic field detector in front of it.
What are the books of the whites? Khadra also spoke Somali. She was a good wife and tried to do what she was asked.
I'm capturing something on the meter. A heavy electromagnetic field. Maxamed approached the books and stopped with his detector touching a book titled First LoveThis, Khadra, is a book for white people.
Is it? Khadra approached her husband and read the spine. 'It's Russian'.
The Russians are white people. Maxamed turned off his detector and looked carefully at the spine of each book in the area.
That's the problem with you. Khadra shuddered despite the warm temperature of the room. We're always us and them with you. I'm American. You're American. JustWe are equal, now
Watch your tongue, woman. Maxamed pulled out First Loveand looked through the hole where he had been.
Sorry. Khadra lowered her eyes.
There's something here behind the books. Maxamed took more books from the shelf and stayed looking. Ah, have mercy.
What is it? Khadra looked through the opening her husband had made and gasped. 'What malevolent spirit mocks us?'
Bring me a bag and some pliers. Maxamed observed his slender wife rummaging through her purse. Do you think it's from the lady? She was dressed like a prostitute.
No. She's the innocent type. Khadra got up with the bag and tweezers and handed them to her husband. Look at the size. What woman could resist that inside of her?
If you can with mine, maybe you can with this one. Maxamed laughed at himself. Don't answer that. This thing is the giant's.
Khadra laughed but didn't respond. She saw her husband putting it in the bag and put it in his pocket. What other tricks does this spirit have reserved?
Let's see. Max returned to leaving books on the shelf. We'll see.
~
The paranormal investigators sat on the other side of the dining room table in front of George and Julie. They had spent the morning exploring the house. Somewhere distant in the house, a clock struck twelve.
Khadra tilted her head and listened. That was strange, she didn't remember seeing a large clock while they were registering the house.
Can we offer them lunch? Julie smiled at the couple.
No, thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Max barely curved his lips in response. Liberating the world from evil spirits is sufficient payment. Of course, some people choose to support our cause. That would be very appreciated.
George threw a hard look at Julie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Samatar. Julie slapped George's hand on the table. We're a little short of funds at this moment.
Well, perhaps when you spend some time in your beautiful house without the company of spirits, you'll find some funds. Yes? Maxamed nodded to himself. Our instruments picked up many anomalous results. The library was particularly interesting for us. We found objects with persistent traces of an entity. Maxamed placedFist Love ofJulie on the table. Knows this book?
Yes. Julie nodded and thought about Eloise's interest in the novel. That's my book.
Strange. Khadra opened the book and looked at the first page. Maybe -
Maybe it's of little interest. Maxamed cut off his wife. We also found this tool in the library. I must warn you, this is... um... uncomfortable for us. He put his hand in his bag. But that's what spirits want. Making us feel uncomfortable. He took out the enormous black vibrator from his bag. It was still in a transparent plastic bag. He put it on the table.
George's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
Uh... uh... stammered Julie. How did she get back to the library? I... we had never seen that before.
Khadra looked at Julie closely. Was this hers after all? Khadra couldn't imagine this innocent woman having something like that inside her. She adjusted the handkerchief on her head and tried to have purer thoughts.
Just like I thought. Max nodded gravely. These evil spirits love tricks. We'll take care of this.
Thanks. George looked at his wife.
We've set protection symbols with salt on the library floor, the main hall and the children's rooms upstairs, said Maxamed. Also, the chimneys. Wherever our sensors detect activity. Please, don't disturb the symbols.
Is that really necessary? George sighed. He couldn't believe his wife had managed to get him to accept this.
Very necessary. The dark lips of Maxamed tightened. He didn't like being questioned. The last thing to discuss is the room locked with key next to the main stairs. We must access it.
We don't have a key. George shrugged. I'll do it eventually. The best thing we can say about the original plan of the house is that it was a kind of living room. Smaller than the other sitting rooms.
I don't think that's correct. Maxamed shook his head slowly. I don't like that. Put a strong protection symbol outside that door. We'll return in a week to refresh our symbols. If the door is open by then, it would be very well for all.
Okay. George would do that when he could.
So we'll end with your house. Khadra offered a nice smile and stood up.
In a week, we'll be back. We encourage you to consider a donation at that time so we can continue with our invaluable work. Maxamed picked up his things and stood next to his wife.
Of course. Julie also got up.
Thanks. Max nodded and the couple left the dining room.
What a scam, whispered George.
They've calmed me down, dear. Julie gave George some pats on the back. Maybe we'll give them a small donation when they return.
And how did that enormous black thing end up in the library, Jules? I thought you threw it away. George stood up suddenly very nervous that his wife had been using that monster behind his back.
It wasn't me. Julie looked at him with total sincerity in his eyes. I don't know how that thing got to the library.
It's fine. The curious thing was that George believed his wife. She hadn't put it there. Maybe the house was haunted. Or maybe she was sleepwalking. Whatever happened, George wanted them not to have seen it.
~
Daniel burst into the main door after school. His sister was walking painfully behind him. Mom? He entered the entrance hall and looked around. Something caught his attention on the left. Something white on the floor outside the closed door. He approached it and looked down. Drawn on the floor with something white, it was a rough bird with an arrow in its determination.
What's that? Brittany approached her brother and looked down.
That'll get us out of our little problem, supposedly. George went down the stairs and looked at his sons. There are some of those symbols in the house. Don't touch them or face your mother's wrath.
This is rare, Dad. Brittney looked at her father.
I agree. I'll have a small chat with the pastor on Sunday. George arrived at the foot of the stairs. Until then, don't mess with the images. They won't get damaged
Okay dad.
Okay. Daniel kept his eyes on the symbol. Until he saw Eloise again, he would be worried. She had told him everything would be fine, but this kind of symbolism seemed... well, Daniel wasn't sure, but certainly it was more than he expected.
Daniel let his sister go to do her homework and his father returned to work in the house. He wandered and found more symbols in the library and in front of the fireplaces in his room and the main hall. He also found his mom jogging on the treadmill in the basement. He froze when he saw her breasts bouncing with each step. Even with a large t-shirt, it was a splendid view.
Hello mom.
Oh, hi, pumpkin. Julie looked over her shoulder at him and was surprised to see him looking at her butt. She didn't remember Brad staring at her like that when she was a teenager. Besides, she had never done anything bad with Brad. She blushed and turned her head back forward again. Did Dad talk about symbols?
Yes, mom.
We should be free and away from the Palmers now. Everything will go back to normal. Julie furrowed her brow at that and pressed the button to stop the treadmill. If things were going to go back to normal, why did her body still have so many curves? She had resisted buying new clothes since she made that deal, but at least some new bras. Her poor breasts hurt and were bulging out of her sports bra under the shirt. Maybe she would also need some new pants. Not even she could fit into any of her athletic leggings now.
I hope not. Daniel realized he still had his backpack on.
What do you want to say? The treadmill stopped completely and emitted a beep. Julie had to make a double lap of a mile. She hadn't run like that since she was a girl in high school. The Samatars seemed very professional. I think we can leave all this behind. She grabbed her towel and wiped the sweaty face.
Mrs. Palmer is helping us, mom. Daniel shortened the distance between them. He could smell his sweat from several meters away. It smelled like raw energy. He loved it. And speaking of help, I need help with my...
Not one more, Danny. Julie kept her back to him, with the towel still on her face. I feel a sense of mental clarity since the Samatars did their thing. I think what we did was very wrong. Maybe we should sit down and talk about ... Julie held her breath when she felt hands sliding up her hips. What are you doing?
I'm following advice, mom. Daniel circled around Julie and dug his fingers into the front part of her pelvis. He pushed her back against the hard cock of his pants.
Oh my God, whispered Julie. It's very difficult, isn't it?
Yes, Mom. Daniel moved his hips and rubbed against the back of his pants. His hands wandered northward and hollowed out his breasts through his shirt and sports bra. This level of assertiveness didn't feel natural, but he didn't want to be castrated like Eloise had said. You can use your breasts again. We don't need sex.
I can't... Julie closed her eyes. All her attention focused on that giant pressed against her backside. 'I can't think clearly. I thought we could keep going forward from this but...' Her son's hands were so forceful as they kneaded her breasts. She could feel how deeply he desired her. Her own mother. Heaven help them. She turned around in his arms and looked down at his sweet blue eyes. 'Not here, darling. Anyone could come down those stairs at any moment.'
I love you, mom. Daniel leaned in and gently nibbled his soft and full lower lip. His tongue entered her mouth and soon they were kissing.
Mmmmmmmm. Julie also wanted to tell him how much she loved him. But she didn't want to break off her kiss. Her hands moved around his shoulders as he explored and rubbed her back. They kissed for a good while. Finally, she pulled away. Not here, I said. She took hold of his hand and led him towards the service door in the basement, where there was the washing machine, dryer, and other mechanical devices. She noticed that he still walked with a slight limp but seemed much better. It seemed like he had recovered very quickly. She opened the door, turned on the light, and they entered the room. She closed the door behind them.
Thanks, mom. I really appreciate the help. Daniel took off his underwear and pants and left them on the cement floor. He approached the washing machine and sat down on top of it. He removed his shirt and let it fall. His penis stood out proudly, its dark purple head bobbing slightly from side to side with his rapid pulse. Here?
Yes. Julie wanted to make eye contact with her son, but her gaze was drawn towards that monster between his legs. She took off her shirt and then her sports bra. A shiver ran through her when her sweaty breasts were exposed to the fresh air of the basement. She walked towards her son. 'There's something magical about you, Danny. I never thought that...' She stopped in front of the washing machine and grabbed his penis. 'I never thought...'. Her hands caressed it from top to bottom.
You're so beautiful. Daniel's eyes moved from Julie's full breasts, with her pink nipples and small areola, to the hypnotized expression on her lovely face.
Soon, Julie bent over her waist, spat between her breasts to lubricate. Wrapping the thing from her son's body with her breasts. She performed the act as she had done before with him, one hand on the outer edge of each breast, pressing them up and down. She glanced at Daniel's face. Judging by his expression, she supposed he had become quite good at this new sexual act. What a good boy, she sighed. She didn't have a towel with her to absorb his semen. Well, she thought she would have to swallow it all. There was nothing that could be done about it. She caressed him like that for over ten minutes.
No... uh... uh... it's not going to come out, mom. Daniel's face was red and he growled while working hard to hold back his orgasm. Can I put it inside you again?
No sex, Danny. Julie shook her head and watched the monstrous organ sliding between her breasts. I'm not going to deceive your father again. Can you imagine what he'd do if he found out?
Yes. Daniel didn't mention that his father would probably go crazy if he caught his wife giving a Cuban to his son too. Daniel thought about the lies everyone tells themselves. Can I put it in? Please?
I said no, sir. Julie looked at her sweet face. She could see sweat dripping down her forehead. No whining. You should be happy that I'm doing this for you.
I'm sorry. Daniel put his hands on the shoulders of his mom. He could feel her small muscles working as she moved her breasts up and down with her arms. Sorry. He tried to focus on enjoying the Cuban cigar. After all, it was miraculous in itself.
At that moment, Eloise went down the stairs from the basement barefoot. Her boisterous dress was dragging behind her. She had her hair tied back with a fashionable hat tied outside the center. She entered the basement and looked to her left.
One of those terrifying symbols was shining with a pale green from the floor next to the chimney. This one showed a coarse frog holding a trident. Eloise approached and tried to annihilate the frog by scattering salt with her foot. But she discovered she couldn't touch it. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. The frog symbol looked at her fixedly. Why was it shining so sickly? Eloise stepped away from the symbol and silently crossed the cellar. Eventually, she would put the Samatars in their place. But first, she needed to help Daniel.
The basement door opened silently and Eloise entered. She could hear the slippery humidity of Julie's breasts as she tried to please her son. Eloise caught Daniel's gaze when she closed the door behind her, but Julie was too busy looking at her son to notice the entrance. Eloise smiled at Daniel and took a finger to her pink lips, begging for silence. Then she walked on the floor until she was right behind Julie.
Are you nearby? Julie's arms were tired.
Almost. Daniel looked at Eloise as he sank to his knees behind his mother.
Oh. Julie startled and stopped caressing Daniel with her breasts. Something cold on my back. Ohhhh. Julie shuddered and felt her pants and panties falling to the floor. How? Julie tried to turn around, but Daniel's grip on her shoulders tightened and he held her in front of him.
It's Mrs. Palmer, whispered Daniel.
Oh, no. It was supposed to be ... oooooohhhhhhh. In a movement, those cold hands separated Julie's legs and lifted her rear to bend more at the waist. Then, a shock of pleasure spread through her when something amazing happened to her vagina. What are you doooinnnnnggggg? But Julie knew. She could feel those icy hands, one on each cheek. And she knew that the cold thing twisting along her vaginal lips was another woman's tongue. For the second time in her life, and the second time in two days, someone was giving her oral sex.
Oh, mom, she's eating you up. Daniel could only see Eloise's hat and her perfect hair moving behind his mother's butt.
Language... Daniel... uh... uh... no... Julie's mind went blank. Her hands dropped her breasts and grasped her son's penis. Her mouth descended and brought her head to his mouth. When pleasure emerged through her from that cold tongue, she bounced her head with short movements.
After a few minutes, Eloise got off Julie's legs and stood up. 'She is ready now. Jump from there.'
Okey. Daniel pulled the cock out of his mother's mouth and slid out of the washing machine. He stopped next to his mother, panting, as she put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and tried to focus her mind.
You have the tool of an animal, Danny. Eloise spread her legs apart from Julie's a little more and lowered her hips so Daniel could line up from behind. Take it like an animal. Eloise gave Julie a slap on the butt and enjoyed the sound that reverberated in the room.
Is that all the tip? Daniel got behind his mother and looked at her wide hips and beautiful pale ass.
Hold up on the nonsense, kid. Eloise then gave Daniel's little backside a slap. The sound wasn't the same. Take it seriously as you say it.
Here I come, Momma. Daniel aligned his cock with his pink lips. Clear precum mixed with Julie's own secretions.
I don't think we... uuuugggghhhhhh. Julie's muscles suffered spasms as centimeter by centimeter they slid inside her. She grasped the washing machine edge with all her might. Her son's monster was a key and she was the lock that accepted it. They were made for this. Be gentle.
Don't be gentle. Eloise leaned on the dryer and looked at the couple. What pure beauty is it to see this God-fearing mother fall and fall.
Okey. Daniel grabbed Julie's hips and held her with force. Once he was completely inside, he pulled out most of the way and hit again. He watched as the waves spread across Julie's back and listened to her growl. He hit her once and again. At first, there was no rhythm, but then he fell into a predictable movement with each violent thrust. Daniel wished his orgasm would delay, he wanted to plow like this forever. He could see the sides of her breasts bouncing beneath her and the small muscles of her back tensing and relaxing with each push she absorbed.
I... I... you're going to make me... ooooooohhhhhhh. Julie didn't have much voice for singing, but she sounded practically like an opera while arriving at orgasm, moving her head from side to side.
Her hair, darling. Take her hair. Eloise applauded and encouraged them.
You feel so good, mom. Daniel released Julie's hip with his right hand and took a lock of brown hair in his fist. He pulled it back to make her look up at the ceiling and arch her back.
Oh... oh... nobody... nobody... has... Julie was losing her mind. Daniel had total control over her. She came and went again while he took her as if she were his owner. At the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the sweet boy she grew up with. That Eloise's house had influenced and seduced him. But for now, she couldn't worry about anything more than letting him use her as he pleased.
I'm getting closer. Daniel's grip tightened on his hair. He looked down to see how grotesquely stretched out his pussy was around his cock.
Not inside. Julie trembled for another orgasm. She could feel her vagina throbbing. Oh no, she was squirting again. The second time in her life. Before she could feel shame, the orgasm took over her mind.
Argh. Daniel looked down as the concrete floor, his legs and penis were suddenly covered in liquid. Even with additional lubrication, it was still so tight. He looked at Eloise with a written question on his face.
That's good. It means she likes it. Now, listen to your mother, Danny. Eloise nodded firmly. Not inside.
Yes. Of course. How could Daniel have considered himself in his own mother? Things were changing so quickly.
Eloise leaned forward and whispered in his ear: 'Wait for permission for that. One day she'll beg you for it. We don't want any regression, do we?'
Daniel couldn't believe Julie was begging for his semen. But again, he made her bend over the washing machine so everything could happen. He came out of his mother and Eloise grabbed his cock with her cold hands. Daniel looked down at his pale fingers, at the ring with those binary diamonds, as Eloise took him to the end. 'It's ... aaaaaahhhhhhhh'. Daniel let go of his mother's hair and screamed while unloading into her ass. Thick cords of semen covered her.
Danny, Danny, Danny, Julie murmured. She lowered her head and felt the splashes of heat all the way to her back. There was a lot of that. When it ended, Julie stood up and turned around. The apparition had gone. She hugged her son, cradling his head against the top of her left breast. Her still-hard penis slid comfortably between her thighs.
That was incredible. Daniel saw spots dancing before his eyes.
If so it was. Julie squeezed her slender figure tightly. I lived all my life without knowing it could be like this. I brought you into the world. And you brought me this. She squeezed her thighs around her penis. What are we going to do?
Again? Daniel looked hopefully at his soft brown eyes.
No way. Julie pulled him away. She could feel his semen dripping down her back. Your father and your sister are at home. Her eyes regained some focus. I mean, God. They're at home right now while we're like this. And almost forgot, Brad and Penelope will be coming to dinner tonight. She looked down at the floor for clothes and noticed the wet stain he had left on the cement next to the washing machine.
Brad? Daniel furrowed his brow. He hadn't realized his brother was coming. That brought up some feelings in his head. He hated his brother, but loved his mom. He could see the concern in her eyes. What do you need?
Help me clean and get you dressed. Julie approached the basket and leaned forward to look. First I'll get something to clean us up. We both need a shower. Then you can help me with dinner. Is that okay?
Okay mom. Daniel looked at his round ass while bending over the basket. The way his breasts hung in front of her was so tempting. But he was a good son. He would help her clean and get ready.
What are the books of the whites? Khadra also spoke Somali. She was a good wife and tried to do what she was asked.
I'm capturing something on the meter. A heavy electromagnetic field. Maxamed approached the books and stopped with his detector touching a book titled First LoveThis, Khadra, is a book for white people.
Is it? Khadra approached her husband and read the spine. 'It's Russian'.
The Russians are white people. Maxamed turned off his detector and looked carefully at the spine of each book in the area.
That's the problem with you. Khadra shuddered despite the warm temperature of the room. We're always us and them with you. I'm American. You're American. JustWe are equal, now
Watch your tongue, woman. Maxamed pulled out First Loveand looked through the hole where he had been.
Sorry. Khadra lowered her eyes.
There's something here behind the books. Maxamed took more books from the shelf and stayed looking. Ah, have mercy.
What is it? Khadra looked through the opening her husband had made and gasped. 'What malevolent spirit mocks us?'
Bring me a bag and some pliers. Maxamed observed his slender wife rummaging through her purse. Do you think it's from the lady? She was dressed like a prostitute.
No. She's the innocent type. Khadra got up with the bag and tweezers and handed them to her husband. Look at the size. What woman could resist that inside of her?
If you can with mine, maybe you can with this one. Maxamed laughed at himself. Don't answer that. This thing is the giant's.
Khadra laughed but didn't respond. She saw her husband putting it in the bag and put it in his pocket. What other tricks does this spirit have reserved?
Let's see. Max returned to leaving books on the shelf. We'll see.
~
The paranormal investigators sat on the other side of the dining room table in front of George and Julie. They had spent the morning exploring the house. Somewhere distant in the house, a clock struck twelve.
Khadra tilted her head and listened. That was strange, she didn't remember seeing a large clock while they were registering the house.
Can we offer them lunch? Julie smiled at the couple.
No, thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Max barely curved his lips in response. Liberating the world from evil spirits is sufficient payment. Of course, some people choose to support our cause. That would be very appreciated.
George threw a hard look at Julie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Samatar. Julie slapped George's hand on the table. We're a little short of funds at this moment.
Well, perhaps when you spend some time in your beautiful house without the company of spirits, you'll find some funds. Yes? Maxamed nodded to himself. Our instruments picked up many anomalous results. The library was particularly interesting for us. We found objects with persistent traces of an entity. Maxamed placedFist Love ofJulie on the table. Knows this book?
Yes. Julie nodded and thought about Eloise's interest in the novel. That's my book.
Strange. Khadra opened the book and looked at the first page. Maybe -
Maybe it's of little interest. Maxamed cut off his wife. We also found this tool in the library. I must warn you, this is... um... uncomfortable for us. He put his hand in his bag. But that's what spirits want. Making us feel uncomfortable. He took out the enormous black vibrator from his bag. It was still in a transparent plastic bag. He put it on the table.
George's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.
Uh... uh... stammered Julie. How did she get back to the library? I... we had never seen that before.
Khadra looked at Julie closely. Was this hers after all? Khadra couldn't imagine this innocent woman having something like that inside her. She adjusted the handkerchief on her head and tried to have purer thoughts.
Just like I thought. Max nodded gravely. These evil spirits love tricks. We'll take care of this.
Thanks. George looked at his wife.
We've set protection symbols with salt on the library floor, the main hall and the children's rooms upstairs, said Maxamed. Also, the chimneys. Wherever our sensors detect activity. Please, don't disturb the symbols.
Is that really necessary? George sighed. He couldn't believe his wife had managed to get him to accept this.
Very necessary. The dark lips of Maxamed tightened. He didn't like being questioned. The last thing to discuss is the room locked with key next to the main stairs. We must access it.
We don't have a key. George shrugged. I'll do it eventually. The best thing we can say about the original plan of the house is that it was a kind of living room. Smaller than the other sitting rooms.
I don't think that's correct. Maxamed shook his head slowly. I don't like that. Put a strong protection symbol outside that door. We'll return in a week to refresh our symbols. If the door is open by then, it would be very well for all.
Okay. George would do that when he could.
So we'll end with your house. Khadra offered a nice smile and stood up.
In a week, we'll be back. We encourage you to consider a donation at that time so we can continue with our invaluable work. Maxamed picked up his things and stood next to his wife.
Of course. Julie also got up.
Thanks. Max nodded and the couple left the dining room.
What a scam, whispered George.
They've calmed me down, dear. Julie gave George some pats on the back. Maybe we'll give them a small donation when they return.
And how did that enormous black thing end up in the library, Jules? I thought you threw it away. George stood up suddenly very nervous that his wife had been using that monster behind his back.
It wasn't me. Julie looked at him with total sincerity in his eyes. I don't know how that thing got to the library.
It's fine. The curious thing was that George believed his wife. She hadn't put it there. Maybe the house was haunted. Or maybe she was sleepwalking. Whatever happened, George wanted them not to have seen it.
~
Daniel burst into the main door after school. His sister was walking painfully behind him. Mom? He entered the entrance hall and looked around. Something caught his attention on the left. Something white on the floor outside the closed door. He approached it and looked down. Drawn on the floor with something white, it was a rough bird with an arrow in its determination.
What's that? Brittany approached her brother and looked down.
That'll get us out of our little problem, supposedly. George went down the stairs and looked at his sons. There are some of those symbols in the house. Don't touch them or face your mother's wrath.
This is rare, Dad. Brittney looked at her father.
I agree. I'll have a small chat with the pastor on Sunday. George arrived at the foot of the stairs. Until then, don't mess with the images. They won't get damaged
Okay dad.
Okay. Daniel kept his eyes on the symbol. Until he saw Eloise again, he would be worried. She had told him everything would be fine, but this kind of symbolism seemed... well, Daniel wasn't sure, but certainly it was more than he expected.
Daniel let his sister go to do her homework and his father returned to work in the house. He wandered and found more symbols in the library and in front of the fireplaces in his room and the main hall. He also found his mom jogging on the treadmill in the basement. He froze when he saw her breasts bouncing with each step. Even with a large t-shirt, it was a splendid view.
Hello mom.
Oh, hi, pumpkin. Julie looked over her shoulder at him and was surprised to see him looking at her butt. She didn't remember Brad staring at her like that when she was a teenager. Besides, she had never done anything bad with Brad. She blushed and turned her head back forward again. Did Dad talk about symbols?
Yes, mom.
We should be free and away from the Palmers now. Everything will go back to normal. Julie furrowed her brow at that and pressed the button to stop the treadmill. If things were going to go back to normal, why did her body still have so many curves? She had resisted buying new clothes since she made that deal, but at least some new bras. Her poor breasts hurt and were bulging out of her sports bra under the shirt. Maybe she would also need some new pants. Not even she could fit into any of her athletic leggings now.
I hope not. Daniel realized he still had his backpack on.
What do you want to say? The treadmill stopped completely and emitted a beep. Julie had to make a double lap of a mile. She hadn't run like that since she was a girl in high school. The Samatars seemed very professional. I think we can leave all this behind. She grabbed her towel and wiped the sweaty face.
Mrs. Palmer is helping us, mom. Daniel shortened the distance between them. He could smell his sweat from several meters away. It smelled like raw energy. He loved it. And speaking of help, I need help with my...
Not one more, Danny. Julie kept her back to him, with the towel still on her face. I feel a sense of mental clarity since the Samatars did their thing. I think what we did was very wrong. Maybe we should sit down and talk about ... Julie held her breath when she felt hands sliding up her hips. What are you doing?
I'm following advice, mom. Daniel circled around Julie and dug his fingers into the front part of her pelvis. He pushed her back against the hard cock of his pants.
Oh my God, whispered Julie. It's very difficult, isn't it?
Yes, Mom. Daniel moved his hips and rubbed against the back of his pants. His hands wandered northward and hollowed out his breasts through his shirt and sports bra. This level of assertiveness didn't feel natural, but he didn't want to be castrated like Eloise had said. You can use your breasts again. We don't need sex.
I can't... Julie closed her eyes. All her attention focused on that giant pressed against her backside. 'I can't think clearly. I thought we could keep going forward from this but...' Her son's hands were so forceful as they kneaded her breasts. She could feel how deeply he desired her. Her own mother. Heaven help them. She turned around in his arms and looked down at his sweet blue eyes. 'Not here, darling. Anyone could come down those stairs at any moment.'
I love you, mom. Daniel leaned in and gently nibbled his soft and full lower lip. His tongue entered her mouth and soon they were kissing.
Mmmmmmmm. Julie also wanted to tell him how much she loved him. But she didn't want to break off her kiss. Her hands moved around his shoulders as he explored and rubbed her back. They kissed for a good while. Finally, she pulled away. Not here, I said. She took hold of his hand and led him towards the service door in the basement, where there was the washing machine, dryer, and other mechanical devices. She noticed that he still walked with a slight limp but seemed much better. It seemed like he had recovered very quickly. She opened the door, turned on the light, and they entered the room. She closed the door behind them.
Thanks, mom. I really appreciate the help. Daniel took off his underwear and pants and left them on the cement floor. He approached the washing machine and sat down on top of it. He removed his shirt and let it fall. His penis stood out proudly, its dark purple head bobbing slightly from side to side with his rapid pulse. Here?
Yes. Julie wanted to make eye contact with her son, but her gaze was drawn towards that monster between his legs. She took off her shirt and then her sports bra. A shiver ran through her when her sweaty breasts were exposed to the fresh air of the basement. She walked towards her son. 'There's something magical about you, Danny. I never thought that...' She stopped in front of the washing machine and grabbed his penis. 'I never thought...'. Her hands caressed it from top to bottom.
You're so beautiful. Daniel's eyes moved from Julie's full breasts, with her pink nipples and small areola, to the hypnotized expression on her lovely face.
Soon, Julie bent over her waist, spat between her breasts to lubricate. Wrapping the thing from her son's body with her breasts. She performed the act as she had done before with him, one hand on the outer edge of each breast, pressing them up and down. She glanced at Daniel's face. Judging by his expression, she supposed he had become quite good at this new sexual act. What a good boy, she sighed. She didn't have a towel with her to absorb his semen. Well, she thought she would have to swallow it all. There was nothing that could be done about it. She caressed him like that for over ten minutes.
No... uh... uh... it's not going to come out, mom. Daniel's face was red and he growled while working hard to hold back his orgasm. Can I put it inside you again?
No sex, Danny. Julie shook her head and watched the monstrous organ sliding between her breasts. I'm not going to deceive your father again. Can you imagine what he'd do if he found out?
Yes. Daniel didn't mention that his father would probably go crazy if he caught his wife giving a Cuban to his son too. Daniel thought about the lies everyone tells themselves. Can I put it in? Please?
I said no, sir. Julie looked at her sweet face. She could see sweat dripping down her forehead. No whining. You should be happy that I'm doing this for you.
I'm sorry. Daniel put his hands on the shoulders of his mom. He could feel her small muscles working as she moved her breasts up and down with her arms. Sorry. He tried to focus on enjoying the Cuban cigar. After all, it was miraculous in itself.
At that moment, Eloise went down the stairs from the basement barefoot. Her boisterous dress was dragging behind her. She had her hair tied back with a fashionable hat tied outside the center. She entered the basement and looked to her left.
One of those terrifying symbols was shining with a pale green from the floor next to the chimney. This one showed a coarse frog holding a trident. Eloise approached and tried to annihilate the frog by scattering salt with her foot. But she discovered she couldn't touch it. She crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. The frog symbol looked at her fixedly. Why was it shining so sickly? Eloise stepped away from the symbol and silently crossed the cellar. Eventually, she would put the Samatars in their place. But first, she needed to help Daniel.
The basement door opened silently and Eloise entered. She could hear the slippery humidity of Julie's breasts as she tried to please her son. Eloise caught Daniel's gaze when she closed the door behind her, but Julie was too busy looking at her son to notice the entrance. Eloise smiled at Daniel and took a finger to her pink lips, begging for silence. Then she walked on the floor until she was right behind Julie.
Are you nearby? Julie's arms were tired.
Almost. Daniel looked at Eloise as he sank to his knees behind his mother.
Oh. Julie startled and stopped caressing Daniel with her breasts. Something cold on my back. Ohhhh. Julie shuddered and felt her pants and panties falling to the floor. How? Julie tried to turn around, but Daniel's grip on her shoulders tightened and he held her in front of him.
It's Mrs. Palmer, whispered Daniel.
Oh, no. It was supposed to be ... oooooohhhhhhh. In a movement, those cold hands separated Julie's legs and lifted her rear to bend more at the waist. Then, a shock of pleasure spread through her when something amazing happened to her vagina. What are you doooinnnnnggggg? But Julie knew. She could feel those icy hands, one on each cheek. And she knew that the cold thing twisting along her vaginal lips was another woman's tongue. For the second time in her life, and the second time in two days, someone was giving her oral sex.
Oh, mom, she's eating you up. Daniel could only see Eloise's hat and her perfect hair moving behind his mother's butt.
Language... Daniel... uh... uh... no... Julie's mind went blank. Her hands dropped her breasts and grasped her son's penis. Her mouth descended and brought her head to his mouth. When pleasure emerged through her from that cold tongue, she bounced her head with short movements.
After a few minutes, Eloise got off Julie's legs and stood up. 'She is ready now. Jump from there.'
Okey. Daniel pulled the cock out of his mother's mouth and slid out of the washing machine. He stopped next to his mother, panting, as she put her hands on the edge of the washing machine and tried to focus her mind.
You have the tool of an animal, Danny. Eloise spread her legs apart from Julie's a little more and lowered her hips so Daniel could line up from behind. Take it like an animal. Eloise gave Julie a slap on the butt and enjoyed the sound that reverberated in the room.
Is that all the tip? Daniel got behind his mother and looked at her wide hips and beautiful pale ass.
Hold up on the nonsense, kid. Eloise then gave Daniel's little backside a slap. The sound wasn't the same. Take it seriously as you say it.
Here I come, Momma. Daniel aligned his cock with his pink lips. Clear precum mixed with Julie's own secretions.
I don't think we... uuuugggghhhhhh. Julie's muscles suffered spasms as centimeter by centimeter they slid inside her. She grasped the washing machine edge with all her might. Her son's monster was a key and she was the lock that accepted it. They were made for this. Be gentle.
Don't be gentle. Eloise leaned on the dryer and looked at the couple. What pure beauty is it to see this God-fearing mother fall and fall.
Okey. Daniel grabbed Julie's hips and held her with force. Once he was completely inside, he pulled out most of the way and hit again. He watched as the waves spread across Julie's back and listened to her growl. He hit her once and again. At first, there was no rhythm, but then he fell into a predictable movement with each violent thrust. Daniel wished his orgasm would delay, he wanted to plow like this forever. He could see the sides of her breasts bouncing beneath her and the small muscles of her back tensing and relaxing with each push she absorbed.
I... I... you're going to make me... ooooooohhhhhhh. Julie didn't have much voice for singing, but she sounded practically like an opera while arriving at orgasm, moving her head from side to side.
Her hair, darling. Take her hair. Eloise applauded and encouraged them.
You feel so good, mom. Daniel released Julie's hip with his right hand and took a lock of brown hair in his fist. He pulled it back to make her look up at the ceiling and arch her back.
Oh... oh... nobody... nobody... has... Julie was losing her mind. Daniel had total control over her. She came and went again while he took her as if she were his owner. At the back of her mind, she knew this wasn't the sweet boy she grew up with. That Eloise's house had influenced and seduced him. But for now, she couldn't worry about anything more than letting him use her as he pleased.
I'm getting closer. Daniel's grip tightened on his hair. He looked down to see how grotesquely stretched out his pussy was around his cock.
Not inside. Julie trembled for another orgasm. She could feel her vagina throbbing. Oh no, she was squirting again. The second time in her life. Before she could feel shame, the orgasm took over her mind.
Argh. Daniel looked down as the concrete floor, his legs and penis were suddenly covered in liquid. Even with additional lubrication, it was still so tight. He looked at Eloise with a written question on his face.
That's good. It means she likes it. Now, listen to your mother, Danny. Eloise nodded firmly. Not inside.
Yes. Of course. How could Daniel have considered himself in his own mother? Things were changing so quickly.
Eloise leaned forward and whispered in his ear: 'Wait for permission for that. One day she'll beg you for it. We don't want any regression, do we?'
Daniel couldn't believe Julie was begging for his semen. But again, he made her bend over the washing machine so everything could happen. He came out of his mother and Eloise grabbed his cock with her cold hands. Daniel looked down at his pale fingers, at the ring with those binary diamonds, as Eloise took him to the end. 'It's ... aaaaaahhhhhhhh'. Daniel let go of his mother's hair and screamed while unloading into her ass. Thick cords of semen covered her.
Danny, Danny, Danny, Julie murmured. She lowered her head and felt the splashes of heat all the way to her back. There was a lot of that. When it ended, Julie stood up and turned around. The apparition had gone. She hugged her son, cradling his head against the top of her left breast. Her still-hard penis slid comfortably between her thighs.
That was incredible. Daniel saw spots dancing before his eyes.
If so it was. Julie squeezed her slender figure tightly. I lived all my life without knowing it could be like this. I brought you into the world. And you brought me this. She squeezed her thighs around her penis. What are we going to do?
Again? Daniel looked hopefully at his soft brown eyes.
No way. Julie pulled him away. She could feel his semen dripping down her back. Your father and your sister are at home. Her eyes regained some focus. I mean, God. They're at home right now while we're like this. And almost forgot, Brad and Penelope will be coming to dinner tonight. She looked down at the floor for clothes and noticed the wet stain he had left on the cement next to the washing machine.
Brad? Daniel furrowed his brow. He hadn't realized his brother was coming. That brought up some feelings in his head. He hated his brother, but loved his mom. He could see the concern in her eyes. What do you need?
Help me clean and get you dressed. Julie approached the basket and leaned forward to look. First I'll get something to clean us up. We both need a shower. Then you can help me with dinner. Is that okay?
Okay mom. Daniel looked at his round ass while bending over the basket. The way his breasts hung in front of her was so tempting. But he was a good son. He would help her clean and get ready.
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