A fresh autumn breeze blew yellow and red leaves across the air, whispering softly as they passed by Daniel on the sidewalk. Daniel's shoulders tensed as he turned onto his brother's street. A knot formed in his stomach as he imagined Brad's pickup truck parked at the entrance. But it wasn't there.
Daniel climbed up the path, walked along the small trail that led to the main entrance and knocked.
Hey Danny! Penelope chilled when she opened the door. I'm so happy to see you. Come in. She wanted to have a good time with her brother-in-law, but it wasn't as easy as it seemed. A big bright smile wouldn't leave his face. She dried her palms on her yoga pants to wipe off sweat. Do you want something to drink?
In reality, I was thinking ... Daniel entered and she closed the door behind them. She looked at him closely with blue expectant eyes. I want ... um... She extended her hand and pushed back her disheveled red hair. Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there.
What's happening? Her smile fell away. 'Brad won't be back soon, I promise'.
It's not that. I didn't want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked me to have sex with her in the Mansion. Despite what we'd already done, I didn't think that would work. It's just, I think it would be exciting... doing things... in my room.
Are your parents at home?
Yes, but they'll never know. It's a big place. Again, he didn't add that a ghost would help keep its hidden noises from the rest of the house while they were screwing like rabbits.
Really do you want to do this? Penelope raised an eyebrow, hoping he would say no. Nervously she adjusted her blouse and looked at his sweet eyes. She had been waiting all weekend for this moment, of course she was going to do what he asked. But she had to try to keep him at home. She was no longer a teenager sneaking around behind her boyfriend's parents' backs. Good God, now she thought of Daniel as her boyfriend.
Yes, please.
It's fine, clear. There's no problem. If this is what you really want. He took his bag and car keys and led him to the garage. But don't expect me to do this all the time. It's a bit crazy. Even for this... She kissed him on the cheek. This thing we have, whatever it is.
About half an hour later, Penelope sat with her legs crossed on Daniel's bed and stared at him fixedly. She really felt like an uncomfortable teenage girlfriend in that moment, sending all the signals for him to make a move. She had had many moments like this at a boy's house years ago. Some of those moments, in fact, were with Brad in a different Anderson's house. Her heart was racing and her palms closed. Was she really so close to feeling that incredible cock again? Was it really as good as she remembered?
And Cassini passed in front of Ceres here. Daniel stopped next to his space exploration poster and pointed out the various courses of the probe. He never had girls in his room and it was fun showing off his interests.
Ohh. Penelope nodded her head and smiled.
Of course, I was on my way to Saturn. Traced my journey with my index finger.
Of course. She was getting impatient. This boy liked making her wait.
Talking about Saturn -
Danny? Penelope gave him a fake scowl and put her fists on her hips while looking at him from the bed. Come here.
Ah, okay. Daniel jumped onto the bed and let Penelope take off his shirt. I'm sorry about that. She gave him small kisses on his scarce chest. It's just that I get excited by... oh... He watched as her head moved more and more down and felt her taking off his pants and underwear. That feels... really good. She swallowed her nonsense and quickly worked it deeper and deeper into her throat. Daniel praised God for the invention of athletic pants. The movement of his hip when he leaned was perfect. Of course, it would be even better without the pants.
Penelope gagged a bit and reached for Daniel's enormous balls. Her fingers curved around them. Such powerful and precious things. And she felt powerful holding onto them. Before all this craziness started, I would never have believed I could swallow a cock, especially one as monstrous as Daniel's. But the teenager had something with him, and she wanted to do everything possible to make him feel good.
Not long after that, Daniel stripped his sister-in-law and put her on the bed with her face up. She opened her legs for him, showing off her beautiful blonde pussy. It was spectacular, but it wasn't what Daniel had in mind. 'Close your legs'.
But you won't be able to reach it if I do that. She closed her legs and let him ride her with her knees on either side of her thighs. Ooooohhhhhhh. She looked beyond the wavy hills of her breasts and saw him putting it in. I was wrong... uf... you can get there from there... so deep. She had to stop thinking about what was possible with Brad in mind. Daniel had changed the paradigm. Oh... God... hit a spot... like that... ooooohhhhhhhh. She was already coming.
I want to try something new. Daniel then opened his legs and put his hands under her, hollowing out her buttocks.
That... wasn't new? Penelope looked in shock as he lifted her up and then pulled her out of bed, still stuck to his cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he stood next to the bed, holding her in mid-air. How... uuuugggghhh... She felt his hands grasping her ass as he lifted her up by that long cock and lowered her down. She was so open and exposed to him like this. How are you... lifting me? I'm much... bigger than you. She hated admitting it, but she weighed a lot more than the teenager. Especially since her tits had grown.
He has been doing exercise. Daniel made her bounce on his cock in the air and saw her eyes rolling back in her head. It wasn't a believable response, but Daniel thought she wasn't listening to him anyway.
The breasts of Penelope shook and swayed forward and backward. Her head rolled from side to side. 'Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyyy'. Her brother-in-law gave Penelope her first orgasm while being carried by a man. She was giving so many firsts.
A couple of hours later, Penélope rode Daniel with her knees raised and feet planted on the bed. Each stroke was ridiculously long. When she looked down between her sweaty and hanging breasts, she could see her protruding belly every time it hit bottom. She felt like a sex goddess. They were sex gods. This was a religion that spoke to her more strongly than anything else she had learned in church.
Daniel gave Daniel a slap on the left cheek and listened to the small cry of pleasure that Penelope made in response. He decided to try something from Eloise's dirty talk about Penelope. 'Are you... a slut, Pen?' He slapped her again and enjoyed the red mark of his hand on her pale backside.
Ugh... ugh... ugh... I didn't believe it... until you showed me your cock, Danny. She moved her hands in the air, not knowing where to put them. Finally, she gave up and just extended her arms over her shoulders, making strange gestures with her fingers and the bright ring on her left hand. But now... I'll be your slut, Danny. I'm a slut... only... uh... uh... uh... for you.
Really? Daniel didn't expect that response. He gazed at the foamy mess in his cock of combined semen. He admired how her hips moved and her thighs tensed with her effort. She was right. She was a slut. And she was his. Now he had her in a way Brad never did. What about Brad?
Penelope looked at Daniel over the shoulder with an expression containing pain, lust or both. 'I love Brad. But... but... but... ooooohhhhh'. She shuddered and came again with that magic cock.
She was coming on top of him while thinking about his stupid brother, which sent Daniel to the limit. 'I'm close!' He unloaded his balls in her tight pussy for the third and last time.
One minute later, she shuddered, leaned forward and kissed his sweaty thigh. 'There's nothing more... like that.' She rolled off him, turned around and they lay down side by side, panting. She turned her head to look at his youthful face. She was smiling like an idiot. Penelope stopped trying to play it cool. 'When do you want... to get together again?'
Is there more this week? Daniel sighed and gave his left breast a small friendly slap. 'We don't want Brad to realize what we're doing.'
Correcto. Penelope nodded and got up from the bed. The idea of Brad catching them calmed her down a bit. Both of them dressed and Daniel drove her back to the main door. She could hear Julie working in the kitchen while they passed through the main hallway. Penelope didn't know what she would do if her in-laws caught her. Would she say she was giving private lessons to Daniel? But nobody stopped her, and soon she was driving home with a huge stupid smile on her face.
~
Pen, why isn't dinner ready? Brad dropped his work jacket over the dining room table and looked around the dark kitchen. There was no response, so he walked through the house until he found his wife getting out of the shower in the upstairs bathroom. 'Dinner?' He had to admit that, even if she was on her way to becoming fat, she looked very good at that moment.
Oh, hi, Bradley. Penelope smiled at him. In fact, she couldn't help but smile. Sorry, I'm running a bit late. I'll nuke something in the microwave. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off.
Okey. Brad nodded. It was good to see how happy he was to see him, but something in that smile unsettled him. He looked around the bathroom and noticed his small circle of pills under a bit of makeup on the bathroom counter. I wanted to ask you. Are you taking your pills? That case hasn't moved in a while.
Okay, aren't you observant? Her smile faded. Um... I switched to a different type of pill, so I don't need them anymore. Panic took hold of her. She had forgotten to bring them. How could she forget something like that? She counted the days of her cycle in her head.
Okay. Because we're not going to start a family until it's the right time.
When will it be the moment? Penelope finished counting. Maybe it's already the moment.
When we're ready. He extended his hand towards her and took her by the wrist. Dinner can wait, I want to spend some time with my wife. Brad led her to his bed. While they were having sex that night, her pussy felt very wet for him. He thought she was happy to see him.
~
What's up, sweetheart? Julie found her daughter in the main hall. She was sitting on the sofa and trying to read, but it was clear that she had been crying.
It's just... Brittney looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. 'Ted and I broke up.'
Oh, sweetheart. Julie sat down next to Brittney and slapped her thigh.
Brittney leaned her head on Julie's shoulder and then melted into a hug. Sometimes, she just needed a little bit of affection from her sweet mother.
Tell me about that. Julie stroked her daughter's long and chestnut hair with one hand and hugged her around the shoulders with the other.
Things were going well. Brittney sobbed. And then he started acting crazy. And he said he saw Danny do something horrible. Which wasn't true.
Julie's blood froze. What... um... did she say about Danny? Her hand stopped on her daughter's hair.
She said she saw Danny having sex in our house with a woman. Brittney wiped her tears with her mother's dress and stroked her side.
What woman exactly? In some way, Ted had seen Daniel with Julie. That would be a biblical disaster of proportions.
I don't know. A black woman. Does it matter? It's not true. Danny is a virgin.
Did the woman have a hijab? She stroked Brittney's hair more slowly this time. 'Do you know, a scarf on the head?'
I know what a hijab is, mom. Mrs. Samatar wears one. Brittney stretched her neck and looked at her mother. Why are you asking? Do you think Ted was telling the truth?
No no. Julie shook her head and stroked the soft cheek of Brittney. She looked at Brittney's eyes and did everything she could to lie. Our Daniel would never do something like that. Ted is a rotten apple, Britt. You deserve better.
Thanks mom. Brittney curled up again beside Julie and sighed. Her tears dried up. There are many more fish in the sea. Right?
Okay, sweetheart.
~
A clock struck eleven somewhere in the house. 'Before I attend to this.' Julie squeezed Daniel's thick penis. She sat on the edge of the bathtub in Daniel's bathroom and looked at her naked son. 'I have a question.' It wasn't her intention, but her hands began moving along the axis. She could feel his prominent veins beneath her fingertips. She wanted to keep her attention on the conversation, but it was such a beautiful penis. It was so hard not to play with it when it was right in front of her.
What's up, mom? Daniel looked at Julie and delighted in the view. She was wearing a lingerie set accompanied by long stockings. She looked enchanting. The bra pushed her cleavage and accentuated her curves.
Good... Julie looked at hers, and then back at her blue eyes again. 'Have you had sex with other women? You promised me that you and Penelope wouldn't get together again, and I trust you. But with other women?')
...um... I didn't want to lie. 'In 2 Samuel 12, God tells David that...'”I anointed you king over Israel and delivered you from the hand of Saul. I gave you your master's house and your master's wives into your bosom.King David had eight wives, mom.
So, is that a yes? Julie wanted to take a firm stance with her 18-year-old son, but it was hard to do while pleasing him with her hands. She should have had this conversation somewhere else. But it was a private conversation, and wherever the two of them found privacy these days, their hands found their monster.
I'm sorry mom. Daniel nodded. He thought he wouldn't get into many problems, the way Julie looked at his cock.
Well, I said you could try with other women. Julie sighed and her face slowly approached the enlarged head as she worked it. Was she a schoolgirl?
No.
Was she a black woman? Julie knew that Brittney's ex-boyfriend had been telling the truth.
Mrs. Samatar. Daniel put his hand on the back of Julie's brown hair, but she resisted his gentle push towards her cock.
How is that possible? Julie licked a bit of pre-seminal liquid. 'She's married. And... her religion and all.'
Is my winning personality? Daniel flexed his cock in his hands.
I'll bring some of those condoms we talked about. She breathed deeply, her smell was so disarming. Until then... Finally, she let the pressure of his hand guide her mouth towards his penis. She sucked with enthusiasm.
A while later, she got up, took off the top part, pulled down her panties and put her hands on the edge of the sink. 'Come on, Danny.'
Do you remember what you said about your butt? Daniel got behind her.
Yes, I remember it. He grabbed a small bottle he had brought to the bathroom and stretched out to hand it over to Daniel. Use this oil.
Why do you have lube, mom? Daniel squeezed a bit out and spread it all over his cock.
Sometimes, my vagina doesn't respond to your father like it used to. She felt him put his penis in her back entrance. She was tense with anticipation. 'Then, your father and I use that oil for ... ow ... ow, ow'. She had never felt so invaded and stretched. Her poor ass tensed up as he sank into her. She forced herself to relax. 'Is everything... inside?'
Almost. Daniel enjoyed the glorious view of his mother giving him the ass. He had told George that never in a million years and yet he had handed it over to Daniel in just a few days. Everything was spectacular. There it is.
Come on... oh... oh... slow down, pumpkin. Julie's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the sink. She looked in the mirror and marveled at seeing this hot woman surrender to her infidelity.
Okey. Daniel accelerated gradually until he was fucking her with approximately half of his normal ferocity. His ass squeezed his cock perfectly. How is... uh... uh... that, mom? Does it hurt?
No. That ... ugh ... ugh ... doesn't hurt. Julie's own words surprised her. But she was right. In fact, a completely new type of pleasure had begun to emanate from her once-narrow ass. Oh, God. You're doing it... doing it... Oh, my... It feels good, Danny. Really, really good. The Julie Anderson in the mirror looked like a wild prostitute, jutting her rear towards her own thin son. Her hair fell across her face and she made a grimace as a powerful orgasm coursed through her. She knew that in the future she would give him her ass every time he asked for it.
They screwed each other like that for a good while. Neither of the two noticed that Eloise opened the bathroom door a little and checked them out. The redhead was wearing a long nightgown and cradling her swollen and pregnant belly. She observed for a few minutes and then closed the door.
Mama... I'm going to run... on your backside. Daniel crashed into his mother with long and powerful blows.
Yes... yes... please. Julie listened to his soft growls and then felt the first touch of heat inside her. Oooohhhhhh. She had her third anal orgasm when Daniel came in her. It was pure magic.
When it ended, Daniel withdrew from her with a plop. He saw his semen running out of his ass. 'It's beautiful, mom.'
Really? Julie leaned in towards him, seeming to enjoy what she was seeing. I thought it could be... disgusting or something like that.
It's perfect. He gave him a slap on the butt to let him know he was done.
Thanks darling. Julie took off her lingerie, got into the shower and cleaned up. Then both of them returned to their respective bedrooms.
~
In Julie's dream, she fed and fed Eloise Palmer. She prepared, cooked, and presented food after food. The pregnant woman sat at the dining table in Julie's home and ate, but always had more hunger. Eloise finished a steak or blanched vegetables, dried her pink lips with a napkin, and said: 'More, please'.
Always more. The pantry stayed without provisions. Soon, Julie would have to go with the neighbors to see what they had to offer. Julie's boisterous dress creaked as she hurriedly moved through the kitchen. She could hear Eloise's stomach growling from hunger. Julie needed to prepare more food. Soon, the whole kitchen trembled with Eloise's hunger.
Wake up, Mrs. Anderson. Eloise stood over the beautiful sleeper in the main bedroom. She shook Julie on the shoulder. Hurry up.
What? Julie woke up from her sleep, jumped out of bed with a start and looked around with her eyes wide open. The whole bedroom was shaking. She could hear the metallic rattling of the nightstand lamp while a loud noise ran through the house. She saw Eloise and automatically put the sheet over her exposed breasts.
Your children are in danger. The pale face of Eloise had nothing of her habitual warmth. She seemed scared. Her daughter caught Frederick's interest when she let that boy enter her. Hurry up. She offered her left hand to Julie and the housekeeper took it.
Is my husband? Julie looked at George as he snored beside her, oblivious to the chaos in the house.
Frederick has no interest in him. Eloise nodded seriously despite it not being the whole truth. 'Come quickly.'
Correct. Without thinking, Julie got up from the bed, took Eloise's hand and ran out to the hallway. What are we doing? She could feel the trembling vibrations traveling through the wooden floor with her bare feet.
Go to your daughter's room, Julie. Eloise led her down the hallway. There is a bag from Samatar next to the door. Close the door behind you and lock it with the bag.
What's up with Danny? Julie grabbed her tits with her free arm while walking quickly.
I'll protect your son. Eloise jutted out slightly with her pregnant belly, but moved surprisingly quickly.
Is it really? But Julie knew it was true. They passed the railing to the grand staircase and a black shadow lifted towards them from the floor below. Julie couldn't detect the source of the shadow, but the gloom had a masculine aspect and a malevolent air.
It invites the vile seed to its own bed. A dark and thunderous voice called out from below. It was Frederick.
Julie didn't wait to see the source of the shadow. She ran faster. Wearing only her panties, the midnight cold of the house seemed to cling to her bare skin.
Don't stray. Eloise gave Julie's hand a squeeze and a small spark moved between them. The women separated in front of Daniel's door. Eloise entered her bedroom and Julie climbed the stairs to the east tower.
I'm going to expel these sins from you, woman. The voice of Frederick followed Julie.
Julie opened Brittney's door, entered and closed it behind her. She found the bag and went to lift it, but felt like a bowling ball. Strong footsteps echoed on the stairs outside the door. Julie folded her legs, strained and dragged the bag in front of the door. Panting from exertion and fear, she stayed there for a moment while the heavy step grew louder and then stopped.
King David had eight wives. Frederick groaned as he pushed through the solid wooden planks of the door. Clearly, he was now on the other side of the door. The house was still shaking. 'And his son Solomon had 700 and 300 concubines. They were not men of God'. A strong blow shook the door.
Oh no. Julie turned and ran towards her daughter's bed. She dived under the blankets and hugged Brittney with force. Another blow shook the door. The tremor of the house subsided. The presence outside the door became silent. Soon, everything seemed normal again.
Mom? Brittney opened her eyes with confusion to find her mother naked under the sheets with her. What's going on?
It's okay, sweetie. Julie hugged her daughter against her breasts. Go back to sleep. I'll just keep an eye on you tonight. She trembled as her fear and adrenaline subsided.
Okey. Brittney's mind was slow from sleep. It was strange having her mother in bed with her, but it was also cozy. She fell asleep again in Julie's arms.
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The masonry around the chimney in Daniel's room gave a loud crack when the mansion shook. Daniel was sitting on the bed with his eyes wide open. Relief took hold of him when Eloise entered through the door and closed it behind her.
Quickly, in the hallway of the chimney. He crossed the bedroom with his large belly bouncing before her. He approached the chimney, flipped a switch and the chimney opened.
What's going on? Daniel wanted to ask her about her pregnancy, but clearly it wasn't the moment. He got up from the bed and felt the cold floor with his bare feet as he ran towards Eloise.
Frederick is angry with your sister. Eloise called him, her pockmarked face half-illuminated by the silvery light of the moon. 'But I don't anticipate a confrontation this time'.
Is Britt okay?
Yes. Eloise nodded. 'I sent your mother to take care of her. Along with one of Samatar's little bags'.
Okay. Are we going back to the basement again? Daniel entered the black entrance and shivered with cold. He was glad for his flannel pajamas. He hugged himself tightly against the cold that emanated from those secret stairs.
Not this time, sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll be safe. She didn't follow him into darkness. Instead, she activated a switch and the chimney turned to trap him.
Mrs. Palmer? Daniel felt the cold stone in the darkness. Eloise? He raised his voice and struck the wall, but got no response. There was a faint light behind him. He turned around and waited, trying to make out what it was. After a while, he walked cautiously towards it, with one hand on the wall as a guide. He felt with each step along the stairs, but never reached them. Instead, his toes touched something warm and grainy. Daniel looked down, confused. Sand? He looked up and the world suddenly bathed in warm light.
Stretching out before him, a long sandy beach curved against an unknown coast. In front of Daniel, there was a wooden bench on the sand. A flock of ducks wandered across the bench, quite out of place in the sunny beach. Even more out of place, a man in a suit sat down on the bench and threw bread to the ducks. Daniel couldn't see the man's face.
Excuse me? Daniel walked over the irregular sand, moving his toes in the heat. Where am I? Daniel rounded the bench and looked at the man.
You're on the stairs, of course. It's your home. The man smiled at Daniel with a friendly face. He had deep grey eyes and a noble behavior, although somewhat worn out. And it's also my home, not by chance.
Who are you? Daniel looked at the finely tailored suit of the man and the brown paper bag with bread crumbs that the man was holding in his lap.
I'm Day Star. Also called Son of Morning. Day Star smiled kindly. He threw a little more bread to the gathered ducks wandering around. What enchanting creatures. Do you know their mating habits?
No. Daniel shook his head. I don't think it's supposed to mean you should feed them with bread. It's bad for their stomachs or something like that.
We just met and you're already giving me rules. The smile of Day Star faded away. Humans. She shook her head. But I suppose you're right. She folded the bag and left it beside him on the bench. Then she stretched out her arms and stood up. Come, walk with me. Day Star had a slender body and was about a centimeter shorter than Daniel. She walked along the beach.
What's up with the rules? The rules are good. Daniel troted to catch up and started walking a few meters to the right of Day Star. And I know Day Star's Latin.
Of course yes. Day Star nodded. You're a smart boy. Now, why did you bring me here to your secret stairs?
I didn't bring you here. Daniel looked up when they passed under some coconut trees. Further ahead, there was an improvised shelter made of broken wood and glass fiber.
Isn't it so? Day Star shrugged his shoulders. 'Well, since we're already here on this beautiful beach, it's better that we get to know each other.'
Will you answer my questions honestly? Daniel looked at Day Star with attention. 'You have a reputation for... um... rambling.'
That's a very nice way of saying it. Don't worry, I love questions, Daniel. And I respect those who have the courage to ask them. She looked at Daniel with an evaluating gaze. I was exiled from my home for asking too many questions. I wouldn't want to be a hypocrite
Did I make a deal with you, didn't I? Daniel looked at the shelter as they passed by. Outside there was a half-covered bonfire of sand. The place seemed abandoned.
Day Star laughed out loud, a clear and bright sound. 'Yes, indeed. Eloise Palmer is my friend and companion'.
And now are you the owner of my soul or something like that? For the first time, Daniel felt something of fear around this little man.
No no no. Day Star shook his head. Souls are beyond me. They're also beyond Him, you know. He didn't create all this as he wanted to make you believe. He got stuck in it. A little sad man sitting on a hill, yelling at humanity. I love him. Vanity is his greatest flaw.
Your turn too, right? Daniel took a step to his right and walked towards the waves. The cold water felt so good.
Maybe. Day Star nodded. Jesus said that he who lives by the sword will die by the sword. And Jesus was a carpenter who died nailed to a piece of wood. A sad smile crossed Day Star's face. According to that logic, I'll probably die breaking a rule. But it will be worth it. There are too many people telling us what to do, Daniel. It depends on us deciding what is right and doing what we deserve.
What do you get from our deal? Daniel looked towards the horizon and was surprised to see the reds and purples of a setting sun. It had been midday just minutes before.
Didn't you hear what I'm feeling about His rules? Day Star raised an eyebrow. You know, he breaks his own rules all the time. Hypocrisy is easy from the top of the hill. Day Star stopped walking and looked at Daniel. Our time is up. Good chat. Thanks for the questions.
Wait. Daniel took a step towards him. I have more questions. But even as he said it, the beach disappeared and he found himself emerging from the chimney of his room. He looked around, but was alone. The menacing sounds of Frederick had turned to silence. Daniel checked the door to make sure it was locked with a key and then got back into bed. He found that his pajama pants were wet around the wrists, so he took them off and threw them on the floor. He remained awake for the rest of the night, thinking about his conversation with Day Star.
~
It was still dark outside when Julie woke up in Brittney's bed. She was underneath the sheets, lying on her side, and felt the most wonderful sensation in her right breast. When she regained consciousness, she realized she was still holding her daughter with force, and there was a slight snapping sound nearby. It was...? No way. Was her daughter sucking her nipple?
Mmmmmmmmmm. Brittney sighed. Her mom's cum was so sweet and warm that she swallowed it while sucking on Julie's right nipple.
Britt? Julie cradled Brittney's head between her hands. She was holding it there and inciting this perverted act, but couldn't let her go. You don't either. You have to stop, sweetheart. She didn't want Brittney to stop. It would be a terrible loss.
Brittney parted the mouth of the nipple and licked the lower part of Julie's breast. It's just a dream, mom. Don't worry about that. You don't have cum in real life anymore.
This isn't a dream. Julie took her other tit and pinched her own nipple. Her fingers got wet. I have cum. How is this possible?
It's magical, said dreamy Brittney. She lowered her mouth and went back to suckling her mother's tit. Mmmmmmmmm.
Oh, sweetheart. Julie cuddled Brittney against her and rocked her. Feeding her 18-year-old daughter in that way was another step on her journey with leprosy, but she felt so good. They snuggled under the blankets and Brittney sucked rhythmically. Over time, the girl's hand traversed the smooth curve of her mother's stomach. Britt, what are you doing?
Mph mmm mph mph. Brittney's words were not very intelligent.
No. No you can't. Julie felt Brittney's fingers sliding under her underwear and passing through her hair triangle. Really, you can't do ... oooooohhhhhhhh. A new pleasure took hold of Julie when Brittney's thumbs slid into her wet vagina. Love... nnnnoooooooooo... But Julie arched her hips forward and back as the fingers moved her.
Brittney spat on her nipple, but continued to fondle her mother. 'This feels real. This isn't a dream, is it?' She wanted to stop, but couldn't find the willpower. 'We are...?' She felt her mom shaking. 'Are you going to...? Then she felt Julie convulsing and screaming and Julie's vagina contracting around her fingers. She had just given her mom an orgasm. Her own pussy was incredibly wet. She had finished with Ted. Her mother was so soft, warm, and flexible. She tried to regain composure. 'Sorry, Mom'. It was awkward saying it with someone else's pussy in her hands. 'I thought this was a dream, and... 'She felt Julie's delicate hand moving inside the bottom of her pajamas and under Brittney's underwear.' Ooohhh,
Drink a little more, sweetie. With one hand, she pressed Brittney's mouth against her chest, with the other stimulating her daughter's clitoris. Just a little more, and then we'
Daniel climbed up the path, walked along the small trail that led to the main entrance and knocked.
Hey Danny! Penelope chilled when she opened the door. I'm so happy to see you. Come in. She wanted to have a good time with her brother-in-law, but it wasn't as easy as it seemed. A big bright smile wouldn't leave his face. She dried her palms on her yoga pants to wipe off sweat. Do you want something to drink?
In reality, I was thinking ... Daniel entered and she closed the door behind them. She looked at him closely with blue expectant eyes. I want ... um... She extended her hand and pushed back her disheveled red hair. Do you want to go back to the mansion? We could spend some time there.
What's happening? Her smile fell away. 'Brad won't be back soon, I promise'.
It's not that. I didn't want to tell her the truth. That a ghost had asked me to have sex with her in the Mansion. Despite what we'd already done, I didn't think that would work. It's just, I think it would be exciting... doing things... in my room.
Are your parents at home?
Yes, but they'll never know. It's a big place. Again, he didn't add that a ghost would help keep its hidden noises from the rest of the house while they were screwing like rabbits.
Really do you want to do this? Penelope raised an eyebrow, hoping he would say no. Nervously she adjusted her blouse and looked at his sweet eyes. She had been waiting all weekend for this moment, of course she was going to do what he asked. But she had to try to keep him at home. She was no longer a teenager sneaking around behind her boyfriend's parents' backs. Good God, now she thought of Daniel as her boyfriend.
Yes, please.
It's fine, clear. There's no problem. If this is what you really want. He took his bag and car keys and led him to the garage. But don't expect me to do this all the time. It's a bit crazy. Even for this... She kissed him on the cheek. This thing we have, whatever it is.
About half an hour later, Penelope sat with her legs crossed on Daniel's bed and stared at him fixedly. She really felt like an uncomfortable teenage girlfriend in that moment, sending all the signals for him to make a move. She had had many moments like this at a boy's house years ago. Some of those moments, in fact, were with Brad in a different Anderson's house. Her heart was racing and her palms closed. Was she really so close to feeling that incredible cock again? Was it really as good as she remembered?
And Cassini passed in front of Ceres here. Daniel stopped next to his space exploration poster and pointed out the various courses of the probe. He never had girls in his room and it was fun showing off his interests.
Ohh. Penelope nodded her head and smiled.
Of course, I was on my way to Saturn. Traced my journey with my index finger.
Of course. She was getting impatient. This boy liked making her wait.
Talking about Saturn -
Danny? Penelope gave him a fake scowl and put her fists on her hips while looking at him from the bed. Come here.
Ah, okay. Daniel jumped onto the bed and let Penelope take off his shirt. I'm sorry about that. She gave him small kisses on his scarce chest. It's just that I get excited by... oh... He watched as her head moved more and more down and felt her taking off his pants and underwear. That feels... really good. She swallowed her nonsense and quickly worked it deeper and deeper into her throat. Daniel praised God for the invention of athletic pants. The movement of his hip when he leaned was perfect. Of course, it would be even better without the pants.
Penelope gagged a bit and reached for Daniel's enormous balls. Her fingers curved around them. Such powerful and precious things. And she felt powerful holding onto them. Before all this craziness started, I would never have believed I could swallow a cock, especially one as monstrous as Daniel's. But the teenager had something with him, and she wanted to do everything possible to make him feel good.
Not long after that, Daniel stripped his sister-in-law and put her on the bed with her face up. She opened her legs for him, showing off her beautiful blonde pussy. It was spectacular, but it wasn't what Daniel had in mind. 'Close your legs'.
But you won't be able to reach it if I do that. She closed her legs and let him ride her with her knees on either side of her thighs. Ooooohhhhhhh. She looked beyond the wavy hills of her breasts and saw him putting it in. I was wrong... uf... you can get there from there... so deep. She had to stop thinking about what was possible with Brad in mind. Daniel had changed the paradigm. Oh... God... hit a spot... like that... ooooohhhhhhhh. She was already coming.
I want to try something new. Daniel then opened his legs and put his hands under her, hollowing out her buttocks.
That... wasn't new? Penelope looked in shock as he lifted her up and then pulled her out of bed, still stuck to his cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he stood next to the bed, holding her in mid-air. How... uuuugggghhh... She felt his hands grasping her ass as he lifted her up by that long cock and lowered her down. She was so open and exposed to him like this. How are you... lifting me? I'm much... bigger than you. She hated admitting it, but she weighed a lot more than the teenager. Especially since her tits had grown.
He has been doing exercise. Daniel made her bounce on his cock in the air and saw her eyes rolling back in her head. It wasn't a believable response, but Daniel thought she wasn't listening to him anyway.
The breasts of Penelope shook and swayed forward and backward. Her head rolled from side to side. 'Daaaannnnyyyyyyyyyy'. Her brother-in-law gave Penelope her first orgasm while being carried by a man. She was giving so many firsts.
A couple of hours later, Penélope rode Daniel with her knees raised and feet planted on the bed. Each stroke was ridiculously long. When she looked down between her sweaty and hanging breasts, she could see her protruding belly every time it hit bottom. She felt like a sex goddess. They were sex gods. This was a religion that spoke to her more strongly than anything else she had learned in church.
Daniel gave Daniel a slap on the left cheek and listened to the small cry of pleasure that Penelope made in response. He decided to try something from Eloise's dirty talk about Penelope. 'Are you... a slut, Pen?' He slapped her again and enjoyed the red mark of his hand on her pale backside.
Ugh... ugh... ugh... I didn't believe it... until you showed me your cock, Danny. She moved her hands in the air, not knowing where to put them. Finally, she gave up and just extended her arms over her shoulders, making strange gestures with her fingers and the bright ring on her left hand. But now... I'll be your slut, Danny. I'm a slut... only... uh... uh... uh... for you.
Really? Daniel didn't expect that response. He gazed at the foamy mess in his cock of combined semen. He admired how her hips moved and her thighs tensed with her effort. She was right. She was a slut. And she was his. Now he had her in a way Brad never did. What about Brad?
Penelope looked at Daniel over the shoulder with an expression containing pain, lust or both. 'I love Brad. But... but... but... ooooohhhhh'. She shuddered and came again with that magic cock.
She was coming on top of him while thinking about his stupid brother, which sent Daniel to the limit. 'I'm close!' He unloaded his balls in her tight pussy for the third and last time.
One minute later, she shuddered, leaned forward and kissed his sweaty thigh. 'There's nothing more... like that.' She rolled off him, turned around and they lay down side by side, panting. She turned her head to look at his youthful face. She was smiling like an idiot. Penelope stopped trying to play it cool. 'When do you want... to get together again?'
Is there more this week? Daniel sighed and gave his left breast a small friendly slap. 'We don't want Brad to realize what we're doing.'
Correcto. Penelope nodded and got up from the bed. The idea of Brad catching them calmed her down a bit. Both of them dressed and Daniel drove her back to the main door. She could hear Julie working in the kitchen while they passed through the main hallway. Penelope didn't know what she would do if her in-laws caught her. Would she say she was giving private lessons to Daniel? But nobody stopped her, and soon she was driving home with a huge stupid smile on her face.
~
Pen, why isn't dinner ready? Brad dropped his work jacket over the dining room table and looked around the dark kitchen. There was no response, so he walked through the house until he found his wife getting out of the shower in the upstairs bathroom. 'Dinner?' He had to admit that, even if she was on her way to becoming fat, she looked very good at that moment.
Oh, hi, Bradley. Penelope smiled at him. In fact, she couldn't help but smile. Sorry, I'm running a bit late. I'll nuke something in the microwave. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off.
Okey. Brad nodded. It was good to see how happy he was to see him, but something in that smile unsettled him. He looked around the bathroom and noticed his small circle of pills under a bit of makeup on the bathroom counter. I wanted to ask you. Are you taking your pills? That case hasn't moved in a while.
Okay, aren't you observant? Her smile faded. Um... I switched to a different type of pill, so I don't need them anymore. Panic took hold of her. She had forgotten to bring them. How could she forget something like that? She counted the days of her cycle in her head.
Okay. Because we're not going to start a family until it's the right time.
When will it be the moment? Penelope finished counting. Maybe it's already the moment.
When we're ready. He extended his hand towards her and took her by the wrist. Dinner can wait, I want to spend some time with my wife. Brad led her to his bed. While they were having sex that night, her pussy felt very wet for him. He thought she was happy to see him.
~
What's up, sweetheart? Julie found her daughter in the main hall. She was sitting on the sofa and trying to read, but it was clear that she had been crying.
It's just... Brittney looked at her mother with tears in her eyes. 'Ted and I broke up.'
Oh, sweetheart. Julie sat down next to Brittney and slapped her thigh.
Brittney leaned her head on Julie's shoulder and then melted into a hug. Sometimes, she just needed a little bit of affection from her sweet mother.
Tell me about that. Julie stroked her daughter's long and chestnut hair with one hand and hugged her around the shoulders with the other.
Things were going well. Brittney sobbed. And then he started acting crazy. And he said he saw Danny do something horrible. Which wasn't true.
Julie's blood froze. What... um... did she say about Danny? Her hand stopped on her daughter's hair.
She said she saw Danny having sex in our house with a woman. Brittney wiped her tears with her mother's dress and stroked her side.
What woman exactly? In some way, Ted had seen Daniel with Julie. That would be a biblical disaster of proportions.
I don't know. A black woman. Does it matter? It's not true. Danny is a virgin.
Did the woman have a hijab? She stroked Brittney's hair more slowly this time. 'Do you know, a scarf on the head?'
I know what a hijab is, mom. Mrs. Samatar wears one. Brittney stretched her neck and looked at her mother. Why are you asking? Do you think Ted was telling the truth?
No no. Julie shook her head and stroked the soft cheek of Brittney. She looked at Brittney's eyes and did everything she could to lie. Our Daniel would never do something like that. Ted is a rotten apple, Britt. You deserve better.
Thanks mom. Brittney curled up again beside Julie and sighed. Her tears dried up. There are many more fish in the sea. Right?
Okay, sweetheart.
~
A clock struck eleven somewhere in the house. 'Before I attend to this.' Julie squeezed Daniel's thick penis. She sat on the edge of the bathtub in Daniel's bathroom and looked at her naked son. 'I have a question.' It wasn't her intention, but her hands began moving along the axis. She could feel his prominent veins beneath her fingertips. She wanted to keep her attention on the conversation, but it was such a beautiful penis. It was so hard not to play with it when it was right in front of her.
What's up, mom? Daniel looked at Julie and delighted in the view. She was wearing a lingerie set accompanied by long stockings. She looked enchanting. The bra pushed her cleavage and accentuated her curves.
Good... Julie looked at hers, and then back at her blue eyes again. 'Have you had sex with other women? You promised me that you and Penelope wouldn't get together again, and I trust you. But with other women?')
...um... I didn't want to lie. 'In 2 Samuel 12, God tells David that...'”I anointed you king over Israel and delivered you from the hand of Saul. I gave you your master's house and your master's wives into your bosom.King David had eight wives, mom.
So, is that a yes? Julie wanted to take a firm stance with her 18-year-old son, but it was hard to do while pleasing him with her hands. She should have had this conversation somewhere else. But it was a private conversation, and wherever the two of them found privacy these days, their hands found their monster.
I'm sorry mom. Daniel nodded. He thought he wouldn't get into many problems, the way Julie looked at his cock.
Well, I said you could try with other women. Julie sighed and her face slowly approached the enlarged head as she worked it. Was she a schoolgirl?
No.
Was she a black woman? Julie knew that Brittney's ex-boyfriend had been telling the truth.
Mrs. Samatar. Daniel put his hand on the back of Julie's brown hair, but she resisted his gentle push towards her cock.
How is that possible? Julie licked a bit of pre-seminal liquid. 'She's married. And... her religion and all.'
Is my winning personality? Daniel flexed his cock in his hands.
I'll bring some of those condoms we talked about. She breathed deeply, her smell was so disarming. Until then... Finally, she let the pressure of his hand guide her mouth towards his penis. She sucked with enthusiasm.
A while later, she got up, took off the top part, pulled down her panties and put her hands on the edge of the sink. 'Come on, Danny.'
Do you remember what you said about your butt? Daniel got behind her.
Yes, I remember it. He grabbed a small bottle he had brought to the bathroom and stretched out to hand it over to Daniel. Use this oil.
Why do you have lube, mom? Daniel squeezed a bit out and spread it all over his cock.
Sometimes, my vagina doesn't respond to your father like it used to. She felt him put his penis in her back entrance. She was tense with anticipation. 'Then, your father and I use that oil for ... ow ... ow, ow'. She had never felt so invaded and stretched. Her poor ass tensed up as he sank into her. She forced herself to relax. 'Is everything... inside?'
Almost. Daniel enjoyed the glorious view of his mother giving him the ass. He had told George that never in a million years and yet he had handed it over to Daniel in just a few days. Everything was spectacular. There it is.
Come on... oh... oh... slow down, pumpkin. Julie's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the sink. She looked in the mirror and marveled at seeing this hot woman surrender to her infidelity.
Okey. Daniel accelerated gradually until he was fucking her with approximately half of his normal ferocity. His ass squeezed his cock perfectly. How is... uh... uh... that, mom? Does it hurt?
No. That ... ugh ... ugh ... doesn't hurt. Julie's own words surprised her. But she was right. In fact, a completely new type of pleasure had begun to emanate from her once-narrow ass. Oh, God. You're doing it... doing it... Oh, my... It feels good, Danny. Really, really good. The Julie Anderson in the mirror looked like a wild prostitute, jutting her rear towards her own thin son. Her hair fell across her face and she made a grimace as a powerful orgasm coursed through her. She knew that in the future she would give him her ass every time he asked for it.
They screwed each other like that for a good while. Neither of the two noticed that Eloise opened the bathroom door a little and checked them out. The redhead was wearing a long nightgown and cradling her swollen and pregnant belly. She observed for a few minutes and then closed the door.
Mama... I'm going to run... on your backside. Daniel crashed into his mother with long and powerful blows.
Yes... yes... please. Julie listened to his soft growls and then felt the first touch of heat inside her. Oooohhhhhh. She had her third anal orgasm when Daniel came in her. It was pure magic.
When it ended, Daniel withdrew from her with a plop. He saw his semen running out of his ass. 'It's beautiful, mom.'
Really? Julie leaned in towards him, seeming to enjoy what she was seeing. I thought it could be... disgusting or something like that.
It's perfect. He gave him a slap on the butt to let him know he was done.
Thanks darling. Julie took off her lingerie, got into the shower and cleaned up. Then both of them returned to their respective bedrooms.
~
In Julie's dream, she fed and fed Eloise Palmer. She prepared, cooked, and presented food after food. The pregnant woman sat at the dining table in Julie's home and ate, but always had more hunger. Eloise finished a steak or blanched vegetables, dried her pink lips with a napkin, and said: 'More, please'.
Always more. The pantry stayed without provisions. Soon, Julie would have to go with the neighbors to see what they had to offer. Julie's boisterous dress creaked as she hurriedly moved through the kitchen. She could hear Eloise's stomach growling from hunger. Julie needed to prepare more food. Soon, the whole kitchen trembled with Eloise's hunger.
Wake up, Mrs. Anderson. Eloise stood over the beautiful sleeper in the main bedroom. She shook Julie on the shoulder. Hurry up.
What? Julie woke up from her sleep, jumped out of bed with a start and looked around with her eyes wide open. The whole bedroom was shaking. She could hear the metallic rattling of the nightstand lamp while a loud noise ran through the house. She saw Eloise and automatically put the sheet over her exposed breasts.
Your children are in danger. The pale face of Eloise had nothing of her habitual warmth. She seemed scared. Her daughter caught Frederick's interest when she let that boy enter her. Hurry up. She offered her left hand to Julie and the housekeeper took it.
Is my husband? Julie looked at George as he snored beside her, oblivious to the chaos in the house.
Frederick has no interest in him. Eloise nodded seriously despite it not being the whole truth. 'Come quickly.'
Correct. Without thinking, Julie got up from the bed, took Eloise's hand and ran out to the hallway. What are we doing? She could feel the trembling vibrations traveling through the wooden floor with her bare feet.
Go to your daughter's room, Julie. Eloise led her down the hallway. There is a bag from Samatar next to the door. Close the door behind you and lock it with the bag.
What's up with Danny? Julie grabbed her tits with her free arm while walking quickly.
I'll protect your son. Eloise jutted out slightly with her pregnant belly, but moved surprisingly quickly.
Is it really? But Julie knew it was true. They passed the railing to the grand staircase and a black shadow lifted towards them from the floor below. Julie couldn't detect the source of the shadow, but the gloom had a masculine aspect and a malevolent air.
It invites the vile seed to its own bed. A dark and thunderous voice called out from below. It was Frederick.
Julie didn't wait to see the source of the shadow. She ran faster. Wearing only her panties, the midnight cold of the house seemed to cling to her bare skin.
Don't stray. Eloise gave Julie's hand a squeeze and a small spark moved between them. The women separated in front of Daniel's door. Eloise entered her bedroom and Julie climbed the stairs to the east tower.
I'm going to expel these sins from you, woman. The voice of Frederick followed Julie.
Julie opened Brittney's door, entered and closed it behind her. She found the bag and went to lift it, but felt like a bowling ball. Strong footsteps echoed on the stairs outside the door. Julie folded her legs, strained and dragged the bag in front of the door. Panting from exertion and fear, she stayed there for a moment while the heavy step grew louder and then stopped.
King David had eight wives. Frederick groaned as he pushed through the solid wooden planks of the door. Clearly, he was now on the other side of the door. The house was still shaking. 'And his son Solomon had 700 and 300 concubines. They were not men of God'. A strong blow shook the door.
Oh no. Julie turned and ran towards her daughter's bed. She dived under the blankets and hugged Brittney with force. Another blow shook the door. The tremor of the house subsided. The presence outside the door became silent. Soon, everything seemed normal again.
Mom? Brittney opened her eyes with confusion to find her mother naked under the sheets with her. What's going on?
It's okay, sweetie. Julie hugged her daughter against her breasts. Go back to sleep. I'll just keep an eye on you tonight. She trembled as her fear and adrenaline subsided.
Okey. Brittney's mind was slow from sleep. It was strange having her mother in bed with her, but it was also cozy. She fell asleep again in Julie's arms.
~~
The masonry around the chimney in Daniel's room gave a loud crack when the mansion shook. Daniel was sitting on the bed with his eyes wide open. Relief took hold of him when Eloise entered through the door and closed it behind her.
Quickly, in the hallway of the chimney. He crossed the bedroom with his large belly bouncing before her. He approached the chimney, flipped a switch and the chimney opened.
What's going on? Daniel wanted to ask her about her pregnancy, but clearly it wasn't the moment. He got up from the bed and felt the cold floor with his bare feet as he ran towards Eloise.
Frederick is angry with your sister. Eloise called him, her pockmarked face half-illuminated by the silvery light of the moon. 'But I don't anticipate a confrontation this time'.
Is Britt okay?
Yes. Eloise nodded. 'I sent your mother to take care of her. Along with one of Samatar's little bags'.
Okay. Are we going back to the basement again? Daniel entered the black entrance and shivered with cold. He was glad for his flannel pajamas. He hugged himself tightly against the cold that emanated from those secret stairs.
Not this time, sweetheart. But don't worry, you'll be safe. She didn't follow him into darkness. Instead, she activated a switch and the chimney turned to trap him.
Mrs. Palmer? Daniel felt the cold stone in the darkness. Eloise? He raised his voice and struck the wall, but got no response. There was a faint light behind him. He turned around and waited, trying to make out what it was. After a while, he walked cautiously towards it, with one hand on the wall as a guide. He felt with each step along the stairs, but never reached them. Instead, his toes touched something warm and grainy. Daniel looked down, confused. Sand? He looked up and the world suddenly bathed in warm light.
Stretching out before him, a long sandy beach curved against an unknown coast. In front of Daniel, there was a wooden bench on the sand. A flock of ducks wandered across the bench, quite out of place in the sunny beach. Even more out of place, a man in a suit sat down on the bench and threw bread to the ducks. Daniel couldn't see the man's face.
Excuse me? Daniel walked over the irregular sand, moving his toes in the heat. Where am I? Daniel rounded the bench and looked at the man.
You're on the stairs, of course. It's your home. The man smiled at Daniel with a friendly face. He had deep grey eyes and a noble behavior, although somewhat worn out. And it's also my home, not by chance.
Who are you? Daniel looked at the finely tailored suit of the man and the brown paper bag with bread crumbs that the man was holding in his lap.
I'm Day Star. Also called Son of Morning. Day Star smiled kindly. He threw a little more bread to the gathered ducks wandering around. What enchanting creatures. Do you know their mating habits?
No. Daniel shook his head. I don't think it's supposed to mean you should feed them with bread. It's bad for their stomachs or something like that.
We just met and you're already giving me rules. The smile of Day Star faded away. Humans. She shook her head. But I suppose you're right. She folded the bag and left it beside him on the bench. Then she stretched out her arms and stood up. Come, walk with me. Day Star had a slender body and was about a centimeter shorter than Daniel. She walked along the beach.
What's up with the rules? The rules are good. Daniel troted to catch up and started walking a few meters to the right of Day Star. And I know Day Star's Latin.
Of course yes. Day Star nodded. You're a smart boy. Now, why did you bring me here to your secret stairs?
I didn't bring you here. Daniel looked up when they passed under some coconut trees. Further ahead, there was an improvised shelter made of broken wood and glass fiber.
Isn't it so? Day Star shrugged his shoulders. 'Well, since we're already here on this beautiful beach, it's better that we get to know each other.'
Will you answer my questions honestly? Daniel looked at Day Star with attention. 'You have a reputation for... um... rambling.'
That's a very nice way of saying it. Don't worry, I love questions, Daniel. And I respect those who have the courage to ask them. She looked at Daniel with an evaluating gaze. I was exiled from my home for asking too many questions. I wouldn't want to be a hypocrite
Did I make a deal with you, didn't I? Daniel looked at the shelter as they passed by. Outside there was a half-covered bonfire of sand. The place seemed abandoned.
Day Star laughed out loud, a clear and bright sound. 'Yes, indeed. Eloise Palmer is my friend and companion'.
And now are you the owner of my soul or something like that? For the first time, Daniel felt something of fear around this little man.
No no no. Day Star shook his head. Souls are beyond me. They're also beyond Him, you know. He didn't create all this as he wanted to make you believe. He got stuck in it. A little sad man sitting on a hill, yelling at humanity. I love him. Vanity is his greatest flaw.
Your turn too, right? Daniel took a step to his right and walked towards the waves. The cold water felt so good.
Maybe. Day Star nodded. Jesus said that he who lives by the sword will die by the sword. And Jesus was a carpenter who died nailed to a piece of wood. A sad smile crossed Day Star's face. According to that logic, I'll probably die breaking a rule. But it will be worth it. There are too many people telling us what to do, Daniel. It depends on us deciding what is right and doing what we deserve.
What do you get from our deal? Daniel looked towards the horizon and was surprised to see the reds and purples of a setting sun. It had been midday just minutes before.
Didn't you hear what I'm feeling about His rules? Day Star raised an eyebrow. You know, he breaks his own rules all the time. Hypocrisy is easy from the top of the hill. Day Star stopped walking and looked at Daniel. Our time is up. Good chat. Thanks for the questions.
Wait. Daniel took a step towards him. I have more questions. But even as he said it, the beach disappeared and he found himself emerging from the chimney of his room. He looked around, but was alone. The menacing sounds of Frederick had turned to silence. Daniel checked the door to make sure it was locked with a key and then got back into bed. He found that his pajama pants were wet around the wrists, so he took them off and threw them on the floor. He remained awake for the rest of the night, thinking about his conversation with Day Star.
~
It was still dark outside when Julie woke up in Brittney's bed. She was underneath the sheets, lying on her side, and felt the most wonderful sensation in her right breast. When she regained consciousness, she realized she was still holding her daughter with force, and there was a slight snapping sound nearby. It was...? No way. Was her daughter sucking her nipple?
Mmmmmmmmmm. Brittney sighed. Her mom's cum was so sweet and warm that she swallowed it while sucking on Julie's right nipple.
Britt? Julie cradled Brittney's head between her hands. She was holding it there and inciting this perverted act, but couldn't let her go. You don't either. You have to stop, sweetheart. She didn't want Brittney to stop. It would be a terrible loss.
Brittney parted the mouth of the nipple and licked the lower part of Julie's breast. It's just a dream, mom. Don't worry about that. You don't have cum in real life anymore.
This isn't a dream. Julie took her other tit and pinched her own nipple. Her fingers got wet. I have cum. How is this possible?
It's magical, said dreamy Brittney. She lowered her mouth and went back to suckling her mother's tit. Mmmmmmmmm.
Oh, sweetheart. Julie cuddled Brittney against her and rocked her. Feeding her 18-year-old daughter in that way was another step on her journey with leprosy, but she felt so good. They snuggled under the blankets and Brittney sucked rhythmically. Over time, the girl's hand traversed the smooth curve of her mother's stomach. Britt, what are you doing?
Mph mmm mph mph. Brittney's words were not very intelligent.
No. No you can't. Julie felt Brittney's fingers sliding under her underwear and passing through her hair triangle. Really, you can't do ... oooooohhhhhhhh. A new pleasure took hold of Julie when Brittney's thumbs slid into her wet vagina. Love... nnnnoooooooooo... But Julie arched her hips forward and back as the fingers moved her.
Brittney spat on her nipple, but continued to fondle her mother. 'This feels real. This isn't a dream, is it?' She wanted to stop, but couldn't find the willpower. 'We are...?' She felt her mom shaking. 'Are you going to...? Then she felt Julie convulsing and screaming and Julie's vagina contracting around her fingers. She had just given her mom an orgasm. Her own pussy was incredibly wet. She had finished with Ted. Her mother was so soft, warm, and flexible. She tried to regain composure. 'Sorry, Mom'. It was awkward saying it with someone else's pussy in her hands. 'I thought this was a dream, and... 'She felt Julie's delicate hand moving inside the bottom of her pajamas and under Brittney's underwear.' Ooohhh,
Drink a little more, sweetie. With one hand, she pressed Brittney's mouth against her chest, with the other stimulating her daughter's clitoris. Just a little more, and then we'
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