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Escape Ch.5 As always, I'm grateful for all your feedback and comments. It absolutely inspired me. Thank you. This release took longer for release as I was writing another identity theft series called Revenge. But I'm glad that it's finished and I hope to hear from you readers. Thanks! WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations and incest Farewell Little Brother The relatives, friends and neighbors gathered as they listen to Oliver Wilson's moving speech about his son Kevin. The youngest of the Wilsons had been found dead in his bedroom by Brenda the housekeeper three days ago. The boy had slit his own wrist after leaving a suicide note. The note stated how much he had loved his family but the bullying he had endured in school prior to the summer break was too much for him to cope. The looming end of the holiday meant he would have to go back to those 'difficult times' again. He was so depressed that he decided to put an end to his own life. "Kevin was a special kid with a big heart. I still remember the way he volunteered on helping the victims during the train crash at Route 63 almost a month ago. There was never any hesitation in those eyes when it came to helping others, just like his mother." Oliver said while turning towards his wife, Katherine who was dabbing tears from the edge of her ocean blue eyes. She was wearing a proper black suit blouse and knee-length skirt with a matching oversized belt around the waist. Her long legs were covered in black nylons as they were held together at the knees in a sitting position. The mourning mother was also donning an elegant black hat with a small piece of net hovering in front of her lovely face. Seated beside Katherine, Olivia showed very little expression as she stared blankly at her brother's casket. But the guests knew well that the 20 year old sister was just keeping her grief inside. She was wearing a black square neck and sleeveless dress which showed off all her curves all the way to a few inches above her knees. Her legs were covered in white pantyhose as they finished into a pair of black 3 inch pumps. Unlike her sister, Rachel was sobbing throughout the ceremony. Seated next to Olivia, the young blonde had her hair done up neatly in a bun. She had on a black halter neck spread out dress where its hemline barely reaching the middle of her black pantyhose fitted thighs. "That was just the kind of boy he was. He would never ask for anything in return. I believe many of his friends here would testify to his kindness. I'll cer... certainly... excuse me." The father tried to hold back tears as struggled to continue. "I'll certainly miss you, my boy. In memory of Kevin Wilson, we have decided to set up a foundation in support of the Anti-Bullying Campaign." After the speech and the burial, the Wilsons were comforted by the mourners whom were total strangers to the group of death row inmates in disguise. The memories of their live-skins were being put to good used as they greeted each and every one of their guests by name and thanked them for their visitations. Claire Pearson was there too as she and her husband was the last few remaining mourners on the burial site. Their daughter, Emily was tagging closely behind. "I'm so sorry Katherine. Kevin was such an honest kid and a very smart boy. I'm going to miss being hi... Pardon me... I mean, I'm going to miss having him around," Claire said. Her hourglass short black strapless dress barely covered her mid-thigh as it accentuated her slender figure while the pair of 3 inch dark purple heels added more curve to the back of her waist. "If there's anything at all we can do, please don't hesitate to ask," Scott Pearson said while looking good in his dark Armani suit. "Oh Scott, you guys have done so much for us already - especially Claire here. She has been coming over and helping out with the arrangement for the last couple of days," Katherine said as she seemed to have recovered some of her composure. As the two families parted to their respective transportations, Katherine and her daughters were quietly checking out their neighbor's 13 year old daughter - Emily Pearson. She looked like an adult in a boat neck A-line dress which extended to her knees. The girl certainly knew what to wear as she completed her fashionable attire in a pair of black stockings and 2 inch ankle heel-boots. The supposedly mourning mother almost couldn't resist licking her lipstick coated lips as she watched the Pearson family disappeared into their Mercedes. "Common girls, let's go," Mr. Wilson urged from inside the passenger side of their limousine. The chauffeur was holding up the door for the ladies as they waved goodbyes to their neighbor. Both families never noticed a mysterious dark sedan on the scene. As the luxury vehicle drove off from the funeral site, the unknown vehicle was on their tail. Once the Wilsons' Rolls Royce Phantom was cruising steadily on the road, the sound proof divider between the driver and the back seat passengers went up. The mood at the back of the moving vehicle had suddenly changed. Katherine was giggling with Rachel as they compared their ability on putting up some good acting whenever needed. Oliver and his 20 year old daughter Olivia was relatively quiet, both for different reason. Despite all the sex that she had, Chico Alves in the guise of Olivia Wilson somehow managed to avoid getting herself pregnant. In fact, it almost seemed like a miracle that the former prison escapee was experiencing 'her' first menstruation since donning the live-skin. Not that 'she' wished to get herself knocked up but the fact that the next five days of sexual abstinence seemed like a daunting period to endure. Of course, shedding the live-skin and continue screwing around in his male form would be his other option but the joy could never be compared to the ecstasy of getting satisfied in a woman's body. As for Oliver Wilson, he was still fuming from Rocky's decision not to consult him about his plan of staging Kevin's suicide. While the former psychologist was away in New York as Agent Frederick Jones, Rocky who was disguising as Katherine Wilson came up with a plan of solving their 'manpower' problem since the unplanned involvement of their neighbor - Claire Pearson a week ago. It was a risky arrangement to have three lovely ladies going out and picking up some homeless guy from the city a day before the return of their housekeepers. Anyone could have recognized Katherine, Olivia and Rachel out there. Why would these wealthy girls go around and randomly bring home a stranger? The old Katherine certainly wouldn't approve especially with all the diseases they might had brought home. ***** The homeless forty something man, Isaac climbed into the black GMC without any hesitation. It's not like they were some sadistic gangsters who abduct homeless people for their leisurely torture later. These are three beautiful women who invited a poor guy like him to their home for dinner. What else could he ask for? When he got to their place, the homeless man was in awe by the size of the residence. He was then invited into the huge building where the three ladies called their home. It was a little odd that a place as fancy as this seemed awfully quiet. "Do you not have any helpers around here?" the clueless man asked. "Oh, they will be coming back tomorrow. Come, let me show you your room," said the blonde who introduced herself as Katherine. Her daughters followed closely behind. He followed the girls up to the second floor where he was shown to a room which seemed to belong to someone. With a personal computer, a chess set, a Lord of The Ring poster and a book shelf complimented by a king size bed on the other end, it seemed to be a room of a teenage boy. But Isaac was glad that he could finally have a place of his own. "Why are you being so kind to me? I don't know you people," Isaac asked. "If you must know, we need a favor from you. Can you see that skin-like suit on the bed? We need you to put that on for us," Katherine said. Her younger daughter, the blonde in a pink dress had left the room. "What is that? Some kind of costume?" The guest walked towards Kevin's bed. "Wow, it looked so real!" "Can you put it on?" Katherine melodious tone sounded so soothing when she asked. "Sure thing. I'll have to take off my clothes, right?" "Yes, of course..." "But do you mind if you girls give me some privacy... I'm not used to stripping in front of women." "Oh, Isaac... There's nothing to be ashamed of. Here, let me show you," Katherine said before taking off her white blouse and light brown knee- length pencil skirt. The guest's eyes almost popped out of his socket when the gorgeous housewife removed her beige colored bra and matching lacy panties. The lady obviously had been working out as her well-preserved figure didn't belong to someone who had two grown up daughters. Speaking of daughters, the young brunette didn't seem shy either as she shed her halter top and short jeans skirt showing that she wasn't wearing any bras underneath. Her pink silk thong quickly followed as the mother and daughter stood totally nude in front of the homeless guy. His day could not have been any better. "Now's your turn, Isaac," Katherine said. He duly obliged as his smelly, dirty attire was removed within seconds. It must had been weeks since he last clean himself as indicated by the amount of dirt on his skin and most of all, the stench of his body odor. Isaac was thinking about a hot shower but the two naked goddesses staring at his sorry condition made him nervous as he hastily grabbed the life- like suit from the bed to cover his body. After some rummaging, he managed to find a small stretchy opening on its neck. The initial thought of it being too small was immediately brushed off by its ability to expand. "Whoa... This thing sure can stretch! And it has a head. Wow, it looks real," Isaac said before stepping into the suit. He had worn a scuba diving wet suit before the bankruptcy of his dot com company; so it wasn't really too difficult of a task. The slimy pink innards didn't seem to bother him at all as both of his feet merged with Kevin's skin in record time. The guest was telling about the tingling sensation but his urged to impress the ladies motivated him to continue. By the time he completed pulling Kevin's head over his own, the flashback of the teenager's memories registered into his head. "Holy shit! I thought this is some sort of kinky Halloween costume. But this thing used to be some boy. I can see his life flashing by. Sorry girls but this is too freaky for me." The former homeless man said as he searched for the entry slit but couldn't find it, "How do I take this thing off?!" He started to panic. "What do you mean, Kevin? Take what off? You're already naked," Katherine said with a hint of malice. The newly disguised man started to run for the door. However, in the midst of fascinating with Katherine and Olivia's naked body and putting on his 'Halloween Costume', he didn't realized that the undisguised Adrian Torres was standing behind him with a chloroform soaked cloth in his right hand. The towering hitman wrapped his muscular arm around his stunt prey before covering his Kevin mouth and nose with the chemical. The new Kevin was rapidly incapacitated and slipped out of consciousness. His arms and legs were being tied to the posts of the bed before the big assassin reapplied Rachel Wilson's live-skin. The petite 17 year old blonde rejoined her mother and sister as they watched the naked boy on the platter. It certainly didn't go according to plan. "What now, mom?" Chico Alves asked using the tone of Olivia. "Let's try to persuade him some more," said Rocky in the voice of Katherine. The former Isaac woke up to a pleasant sensation on his loin. He was groggy when he tried to lift his head and looked downwards. Only then he realized it was not his loin anymore. He was in some 15 year old boy's body and his attractive mother was sucking at his penis. It was the best blowjob he had ever experienced. He noticed his hands were being restrained when he tried to move them; so were his legs. He looked like Leonardo Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man as mom continued her impressive act of fellatio while his supposed sisters were seen making out on the bed just beside of him. It was truly erotic to see Olivia and Rachel sticking their tongue in and out of each other while their dainty fingers were fondling each other's tits. Barely a few inches from him, the sisterly act switched position so that they could pleasure each other's pussy. He must certainly be dreaming but the pain of Katherine's manicured nails sinking into the flesh of his thigh was enough to tell him that this was all real. Rachel's squeal from her orgasm was music to Isaac's ear as he witnessed the teenage girl tight body tensed up so close to him. He could literally feel each of her breath as the warmth of the young girl spread over to him. 'Kevin' had a close-up view at Olivia's soaking wet pudenda as her sister left it unattended for a brief moment during her climax. Before returning to her sister's pussy, Rachel turned her head towards 'Kevin' and gave him a passionate kiss. He could taste the Olivia's juices from Rachel's mouth. By the time when Rachel was back to flicking her tongue at Olivia's clit, 'Kevin' could sense that 'mom' had shifted her attention from his throbbing juvenile cock to his balls. Katherine never stopped stroking her son's member as she licked and engulfed Kevin's pair of sacs. Like an experienced woman, she sensed her boy was getting close as she picked up the pace of her stroking. At the same time, Olivia was yelling obscenities as her slender figure tightened up. As soon as the elder sister came, 'Kevin' ejaculated - shooting multiple loads of hot cum all the way to his chest. As the only person in the room who had yet to cum, Katherine slapped Rachel's behind and ordered the captain cheerleader to clean up her brother's white mess. Noticing the younger sister's hesitance, Olivia took the lead by licking up her brother's cum with her tongue before leaning over to kiss Rachel on the mouth - sharing little Kevin's semen. In no time, the two sisters were busy painting the teenage boy's skinny body with their taste buds. Katherine was leaning on the bed's headrest as she was rubbing furiously at her own cunt while observing how her daughters shifted their mouths back to her son's manhood. The practice which they had with Olivia's vibrating dildo was put to good use as the sisters took turns with Kevin's member, rapidly bringing it back to live. While one swallowing its head, the other would be slurping at its base and scrotums. The combo was interrupted by Katherine as she pushed the two girls away so that she could mount her son. Olivia and Rachel had done an excellent job on the fuck tool as it was raging hard and very well lubricated. It slid into her vagina with ease as her hips lowered slowly before she started grinding them against her son's loin. The speed of her movement picked up gradually before she started to ride like a rodeo. "Oh fuck... Oh god, this is good... Fuck yeah!" Katherine yelled as her body spasm to her orgasm barely 5 minutes later. After recovering from the best sex of his life, Isaac was still deemed too unstable to be their new family member as he kept babbling about letting his friends know of the experience he just had. Realizing that they couldn't risk it any further, Rocky decided to go with their back-up plan - a plan to take Kevin out of the family altogether by staging a suicide. Prior to their trip to bring home the prospective replacement, Rocky had donned Kevin's live-skin to write a suicide note just in case. The gruesome rest was done just before the housekeepers reported back to work the next day. By the time Katherine declared that the 2nd floor was off-limit to the maids and housekeepers during their first day back, 'Kevin' was already dead with blood dripping from his wrist. It had been pre-arranged that one of the housekeepers would find out during dinner after Oliver's return from Mexico. ***** "Oh come on, sweetie. Don't be such a baby and accept your pretty little wife's apology," Katherine pleaded. "From day one after our escape, when we decided to replace the Wilsons, every decision we have made were all collective decisions. So I found no reason why should this be an exception. You should have at least told me over the phone. And I don't appreciate that all of you set me up on the dinner table that night. I'm not a big fan of surprises." Oliver said. "Okay, okay... You got me there. I've got no excuse. But I promise from now on, we all make the decisions together. Please forgive me..." Katherine said as she snuggled into the arms of her husband. "Gross," Olivia muttered. The Professor Sarah Patterson was lying down on the bed, panting and sweating despite the cool air conditioning. Her smoking hot body was moving in rhythm with Dr. Kyle Howard's dick ramming into her vagina. The 29 year old scientist had both her hands occupied with fondling and groping at her ample breasts. A few strands of natural blonde hair was adhering to her sweat covered face. She looked up at the intense expression of her handsome 35 year old surgeon boyfriend. ***** A couple of hours earlier, he had just got home from the hospital looking exhausted after a 36 hours shift. But when Dr. Howard stepped into his high end condominium, he was taken aback by the sight of Sarah waiting in the living room sofa - wearing a lacy red camisole and a matching red panties. Her nipples were straining against the thin silky fabric. She had not been looking this sexy for a while now. His gorgeous blonde girlfriend had been busier than her already preoccupied self especially for the past few days. Her phones had been ringing more frequently than usual. She mentioned something about her research team in NASA managed to recover something that was lost a few weeks back. When Kyle questioned further, the girlfriend said that it was classified information. Nevertheless, he was more than happy to see Sarah lying on her side on the plush sofa in that skimpy lingerie. Her beautiful long blonde hair was groomed to the left revealing her lovely face as her head was cocked up on her left elbow. A new rush of energy drove itself into the supposedly tired doctor as seeing his girlfriend like that never fail to invigorate him. Without a word, Dr. Howard dropped his briefcase and loosened his tie as he strolled over to the erotic creature on the couch. A wry smile appeared on Sarah's face knowing that her prey had fallen into the palm of her small hand. Kyle's 6 ft. 2 athletic figure subsided onto the furniture as he leaned forward to kiss his beautiful girlfriend on the lips. The embrace slowly developed into a rough make-out session as Sarah took the lead to tear her boyfriend's clothes off his body. Their breathing got heavier as they begin planting kisses and hickeys all over each other. Sarah's slender hand went down and found her boyfriend's stiffening penis. It was definitely longer and thicker than 'her' former self's elderly pecker. After so many masturbation sessions in Sarah's body, the ex-Professor Eugene Phillips was ready to move to the next level of womanhood. In fact, 'she' could not wait to find out what it was like to have 'her' young vagina stuffed repeatedly by a penis. The new Sarah was in heaven when her lover's hand was rubbing her pussy through the silky material of her red panties. Her juices were drenching the underwear by the time Kyle shifted his big hand underneath the lingerie, making direct contact with her clit. It definitely felt better than her own hands as 'she' realized how good the boyfriend was at stimulating her pudenda. From 'her' Sarah memories, 'she' knew that Kyle was even better at going down on her. Kyle had already removed the camisole and was nibbling on her nipples when Sarah pulled her lovers up before whispering to his ear; "Go down." Kyle needed no further invitation as he slid down Sarah's flawless body before pulling her panties completely off. Her wet pussy had a hint of redness around the clitoris fold. The boyfriend looked up and said; "You've been playing a lot with yourself, didn't you?" "Well... You haven't really been around for the last 36 hours, so..." Sarah said with a playful grin. "I guess it's time to make up for lost time," Kyle said before sinking his face between his girlfriend's legs. It was a whole new level of ecstasy for the former elderly man even though it wasn't 'her' first oral treatment. The tingling sensation had been translated to massive voltages of electrical currents as they surged through the rest of 'her' body. Sarah's brain almost melted as if her lover was writing the 26 alphabets with his slippery wet tongue on her G- spot. She didn't last long as her hips buckled and her thighs squeezed together on Kyle's head prior to her explosive orgasm. Kyle withdrew his talented mouth from Sarah's box once her legs relaxed. He looked up to see that the lovely blonde had her eyes closed as she bask into the wonderful moment of female orgasm. Then he gazed downwards and noticed his 'South Pole' was still going strong before climbing onto the couch. The head of his cock barely touching her pussy lips as he whispered into Sarah's ear; "If you don't mind," and pushed it slowly past her vulva and into her box. Kyle slowly built up the pace of his thrusting before having all of his 7 inches inside. It didn't take long for him to start pummeling into her girlfriend as the slapping noises of his groin against Sarah's flesh were filling the apartment. The sensation of getting her pussy fucked so furiously was extraordinary especially for someone who had been living the last 70 years of his life as a nerdy man. The alternating feeling of fullness and vacuum had her tingling all over again. A few minutes later, the amorous couple switched from the missionary position to the doggy style - a style favored by the former professor when his wife was still alive. Going by the rate of things and how amazing it felt, it might as well be his favorite position as a woman. Their thighs kept whacking at each other as Kyle was clutching onto Sarah's firm backside. His movement slowly became more mechanical as he was nearing his climax. Kyle was about to pull out when he heard Sarah said, "Don't! Today's safe!" Within seconds, Kyle's hips buckled as copious amount of warm seeds exploded into Sarah's womb. The couple collapsed on top of each other on the sofa. It wasn't the first time that they had sex in the living room, but it had never been this intense for quite a while. After they had recovered a little, the love birds took a shower together before the passion started to build again. They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other. After drying off, Kyle decided to carry his temptress to the bedroom as they resumed making love. ***** She was panting, gasping and sweating on the bed despite the cool air conditioning. Kyle was back to ramming his impressive cock into the girlfriend's cunt. They managed to try out many different positions including the 'butterfly', the 'seated scissors', the 'rocking horse', the 'ape' and even 'the bridge'. But in the end, their favorite was still the simple doggy-style as both of them came in sync. For Dr. Howard, it was his second ejaculation of the day despite him being tired from his hectic shift. It was Sarah's sixth orgasm with each in every different maneuver. Being multiorgasmic was also one of the bliss of being a woman for the previous Professor Phillips, something 'she' could never experience as an insipid man. The two lovers lay on the bed trying to catch their breath. "Wow, Sarah. It's been a while. I don't remember we've ever been this... keen before. You seemed cheerful. Are you getting a raise or something?" "Actually... You can say that. I've been promoted to the position of Lead Scientist and Researcher in my lab," Sarah said even though it was more of a transition than a promotion for the professor. "Congratulations baby! When did this happen?" 'She' thought about the day when he shot the real Sarah Patterson with the AER gun before donning her live-skin and becoming her, "Exactly one week ago. Besides, I was too busy myself... you know adjusting to the new role." "We should celebrate with a nice dinner tomorrow night, and a bottle of champagne... or two." "I think that's an excellent idea, Dr. Howard," Sarah teased as they cuddled up. Kyle fell asleep pretty quickly while his girlfriend was still up pondering over 'her' decision to hand over a non-revivable version of the AER to the escaped prisoners. Of the five escapees, that psychologist fellow seemed to have the most rational mind to safeguard their presence, or their disappearance. However, 'she' wasn't so sure about the others. The 'Rocky' guy appeared to be a smart chap but his mafia background could incite impulsiveness. They were still keeping in touch but the latest news from their email about the Wilson's youngest son's death indicated such trait - capricious. It certainly wouldn't do if more and more individuals turning up dead or vanished from the face of earth. She might need to build a better version of the disguise tool soon before the situation gets out of hand. The Pearsons The Pearson's Mercedes came to a halt by the steps to the main doors of their mansion. The chauffeur, Benson got off to the passenger's side and held the car door open for Claire Pearson. In an elegant manner, the lady held both of her legs together and swung them off the car as her 3 inch pumps stepped on the ground. The ever so lovely Mrs. Pearson stood up and straightened her dress before ascending a few steps towards the opened Mahogany doors. The summer air felt invigorating as it crept up her clothing. The black hour glass dress clung tautly to her feminine hips. The pressure it held below her navel was exciting. Claire walked up towards the front entrance, with each high-heeled step her silky smooth thighs brushed against each other while feeling the snugness of her panty covered womanhood underneath. She turned around to wait for her husband who had just ended a business call from a board director. Their daughter, Emily had already gotten herself off on the other side as she sauntered confidently towards her mother. Just like mom, the girl loved tasteful dresses and her outfit today was definitely eye catching. She just wasn't aware that it had also caught the attention of a former mob boss, an assassin and an ex-pimp in disguise - all waiting to replace her. The funeral of 'Claire's old identity had almost taken up the whole morning as she glance at the huge designer clock on the wall which showed that it was 5 minutes past 11. It was still a beautiful day as the sun had risen high up and the birds were chirping away in their garden. Scott caught up to his wife and daughter as the happy family walked hand-in- hand into the mansion. On their way up to the rooms to change out of their formal clothing, Claire managed to inform her helpers to have lunch ready by one. While Emily was busy in her room updating her Facebook status and uploading the photos of her funeral attire, Claire was frenching her husband as soon as the door to their master bedroom was shut. The gorgeous brunette found the thrill and pleasure of initiating intercourse while still fully dressed in sensual women clothing. Each and every part of her could feel her partner rubbing the material of her lingerie and her skin-tight dress against her irresistible body. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... Claire, Claire...," the husband said as he took a breather, "Is everything alright? I mean, you haven't been quite yourself lately." "Oh, I'm fine darling... As a matter of fact, I haven't felt this good for like, forever. Don't you love me, Scotty?" Claire asked. The 47 year old husband nodded before saying, "I love you more than anything in the world, Claire." "Then shut the hell up and make love to your wife's body." The bright day light was shimmering through the room's gigantic windows as the couple resumed making out. Scott was still being pinned to the door as he groped his wife's boobs through the fabric of her black dress and the matching black strapless brassiere underneath. When the former Samuel Johnson had his womanhood cherry popped by the husband on his second night as Claire Pearson, he knew that he had reached a point of no return. He discovered that having sex as a 'she' was so insanely good that 'she' didn't think she would ever want to shed the live-skin, ever again. The husband reinforced that thought as his hand moved to the bottom of his wife's dress to cup on her crotch. 'She' could feel her clit twitched while getting stroked through the material of Claire's black lacy thong. It sent shocks of electric-like sensation throughout her body. The bottom of her silky underwear was quickly becoming wet as Claire's pussy juice was pouring. She kicked her pumps off her feet as she led her submissive husband to their luxurious bed. Scott was lying supine as his wife released his cock from the constraint of his pant suit. Claire's dainty fingers looked small as they wrapped around her husband's 7inch shaft before starting to slowly stroke it. Scott cooed to the sensation as his wife's smooth skin felt pleasant against his impressive cock. The former black dude who now disguised as a gorgeous white chic had totally diminished the taboo of giving a blowjob to another dude. It must had been due to all the estrogens swimming in 'her' system as all 'she' could envision was Scott's fine looking physique. If 'she' was still Samuel or Kevin, her perception would had been very different. 'She' remembered Kevin wouldn't want to touch his father during the regular Wilsons orgies. Looking at the reflection from the ceiling mirror, the image of Claire enveloping her luscious lips around her lover's shaft was something 'she' would only get to see on internet porns during 'her' lonely time as Samuel Johnson. It motivated her to think that this was an exclusive version of porn from the first person view as she swallowed more and more of Scott's manhood. It was never smooth sailing during 'her' first time with the husband, but now the new Claire performed like 'she' had done this regularly as her mouth went all the way down and taking in the 7 inches of goodness. Her eyes became tearful as soon as her gag reflex was triggered before she withdrew it all the way out. A bridge of saliva and precum formed between her lower lips and her husband's cock. Claire's eyes glanced up at her husband's blissful expression before diving back in. A rhythm gradually built as she was quickly bobbing her head up and down Scott's member. Claire used her tongue well as she gave her man a fellatio to remember. Having been a man before especially during 'her' time as Kevin, 'she' pleased her husband the same way Samuel or Kevin would have wanted to be pleasured. "Oh fuck... Claire... Where did you fucking learn how to do that? Oh God... That's so fucking good... Pl-please don't stop..." Claire didn't. At least not for a few more minutes until she sensed her husband's sac tightening. She released the well lubricated fuck-tool in timely manner before climbing onto Scott's hips. Still decently dressed, the make believe wife yanked her drenched panty crotch aside before lowering her box onto her husband's glistening member. The womanly pleasures coursed through her petite figure as her vagina wall expanded and stretched. She trembled slightly as she savoured the feeling of womanhood for a brief while before slowly bouncing up and down the husband's cock. Her delicate hands were groping at her mammaries through the dress and lingerie as she rode her lover. After a few minutes, the attractive wife was jumping on her man's sex at furious pace as words from her mouth became unintelligible. The panting and groaning was as loud as noises from the springs of the expensive bed. The climax of the love-birds were inevitable as their rhythm eventually became uncoordinated and clunky. With a feminine yelp, Claire's body stiffened as she experienced her orgasm which was shortly followed by her husband's. She could feel the warmth of Scott's seeds released into her womb as she leaned forward to embrace her man with passionate kisses. "Honey, you've been very... enthusiastic in bed lately and I absolutely love it. Mind telling me what has gotten into you?" asked Scott. "Hmmm... Let me see... Most probably, a new lease of life," said Claire. "Care to elaborate?" "Let's just say that when you're in a transition into another stage of life, you'll start to appreciate things more," said the phony wife. "Oh, honey... No matter what stage of life you're in, you'll always be the same lovely Claire Pearson to me," Scott said in assumption of his woman's worries about her looming 40th birthday. But the former 36 year old fugitive gave the husband 'her' best Claire smile as only 'she' knew the true meaning behind her words. Only 'she' would have the answer to what had actually happened to the real Claire Pearson six days ago when the cunt was sounding all the alarms about some stupid fund raiser to the point that she had placed herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Oh, don't you worry man cause I'll be stuck at 36 for quite a while - as long as I stay in your wife's live-skin, that is," the man hidden underneath Claire's skin thought. "You know what... I'm kinda hungry. Let's clean up and have lunch. I'm gonna have to sit in for Katherine and chair the fund raiser meeting later this afternoon," the fake Claire finally said as she led her companion to the shower before changing into something more casual for lunch. The Wilsons There was an empty seat at the Wilsons' table as the family sat through the solemn mood during lunch. Katherine Wilson barely had a bite of her chicken salad while Rachel was just staring at her organic meal. Oliver and Livy were just as uninterested. The housekeepers were deeply affected as well. Brenda who had discovered Kevin's lifeless form was so traumatized to the point that she quit two days later. Many of the others who had seen the kid grew up were shaken by the sudden loss as much as the parents and the sisters. Those who were old enough were thinking of retiring while others had their resignation letter prepared only to wait for the right moment. Although they did not pick up anything unusual with the family members, some of those who had stayed long enough somehow felt a certain difference with the family members since their return from the lakeside cabin. The fact that all of them were given such a long leave then at the same time was in itself unprecedented. Some of the maids noticed more stains on the linens not only from the master bedroom's furniture but also from the kids' rooms. It was not their intention to poke their noses into the employers' privacy but all of them shared the same notion that something was out of place with the usually righteous family. Oliver could already sense the discomfort among his house staffs and decided to round them all up for a meeting after lunch while leaving his wife and daughters in their room for a breather. From his live-skin memory, the former Dr. Smith found that the real Oliver had actually done this before. That was when one of the maids were caught stealing from the chateau 6 years ago. The meeting then was to calm the discomfort among the employees after the culprit was turned in to the police. This time was no different as he hoped to persuade the house staffs that the death of a young Wilson was the only source of uneasiness among them. The meeting would also serve as an opportunity for him to figure out which of them should he let go as his plans of recruiting younger staffs came to mind. After the rather friendly discussions, Mr. Wilson was glad to know that many of them had thinking of leaving the family anyway. The gracious owner promised generous compensation for those who resigned and lucrative pension for those retiring. In the end, except for the chauffeur and the gardeners, all of the maids and housekeepers decided to take up the offer. The in-house staff meeting did its job as the mood had lightened up significantly as many of them were grateful for the kindness of the Wilsons. They would leave the ch?teau with a smile on their faces as the suspicions were effectively nullified. There's nothing money wouldn't solve. While Mr. Wilson was taking care of the chateau's matters, Katherine and her daughters were supposed to be resting in their rooms after such a difficult past few days. They were supposed to be feeling sad after the loss of a son and a brother. However, Olivia and Rachel were not in their respective room. Instead, there were noises coming from the vast master bedroom as the mood inside contradicted greatly to the day's occasion. Katherine was giggling in the company of Rachel and a nude skinny man. The clothes and live-skin of Olivia Wilson was crumpled lifelessly on the carpeted floor. Chico Alves had just stood out of his 'alter ego' as he stroke his fully erected cock while looking at the two smoking hot blondes striping off each other's black dresses. After casting off the blouse and skirt, Katherine was kneeling on the bed in lacy bras, panties and garters which were holding onto the pair of black nylons as she lifted the bottom of Rachel's dress up and over her head. Alves rested his backside on the room's couch with his hand active on his manhood as he watched the mother and daughter swapping spit and slobbering all over in their lingerie. Rachel lifted her hips so that her mom could roll down the daughter's pantyhose to reveal the soft and fair skin of her gorgeous legs. Katherine proceeded to plant kisses on the 17 year old teenage daughter's left leg from the feet all the way to her thighs as she teased her groin before going back down to her right foot. The pleasure of mom's tongue on her nicely manicured toes had Rachel cooing. Katherine gradually had her way with the cheerleader's right leg in the same manner as she kissed her way up the left. 'Mom' was once again at the crotch of her daughter's black cotton panties as she took in the scent of the teenager's pussy. Katherine's left hand began grinding at Rachel's clit through the underwear with her slender fingers as the daughter's breathing became heavier. Alves noticed Katherine's pert rear end was propped up as she was doing her 'daughter' before leaving the comfort of the couch and walked towards the bed. The lovely lady's derriere, while still clad in a pair of lace thong looked tempting even to the effeminate man. The cheeks of her smooth butt were almost reflective as Alves sunk himself in between them - slightly startling the blonde mom. She gazed down at the former pimp with a grin on her beautiful face before returning back to Rachel's clit. Just like how she removed the pantyhose, Katherine had her daughter elevated her hips briefly for her to tow down the cotton panties. With nothing in her way now, Katherine admired the young teenage pussy before diving in to the ecstasy of the daughter. The mom was eager to please as she began to extract nectars from her daughter's cunt. The stimulation from Alves on her own equipment provided further motivation. It wasn't long before the slender man took the housewife's thong off while continuing to stroke his throbbing penis. Katherine's pussy was already dripping by the time her underwear was taken off as Alves aimed his shaft at the mom's entrance. "I hope ya don't mind, boss," Chico Alves said before pushing his head past Katherine's vaginal lips. The last time he had used his manly tool was almost a week back during the forceful penetration of the real Olivia. "Ooooohh... That feels good. Don't worry Chico; you can shove that thang in there anytime ya want," Katherine said reverting to his old Bronx accent. Chico knew what he was doing as he kept withdrawing a little before thrusting more and more of his 7 inches in. He was humping away at the Mrs. Wilson's snatch in no time. The force of Alves's pummeling made it somewhat challenging but she managed to keep her mouth on Rachel's little slit. While Chico was screwing Katherine with his cock, the mom continued fucking her daughter with her tongue as the pink flesh slid in and out of the drenched vagina while the thumb of her right hand kept rubbing at the clitoris. Rachel who had already unclasped her bra was in a trance as she kneaded her own perky breasts. Her eyes were partially closed as she could barely see Chico kneeling behind her mom's upheld bottom while ramming his dick repeatedly into her. Katherine could sense that she was close to cumming as the sounds of impact between two bodies were getting louder and more frequent. Rachel beat her to it as the younger of the two blondes squealed before the waves of mind-blowing orgasm came crashing down with ejaculate being sprayed onto her mom's face. Katherine and Chico came in sync shortly after as the mother's slender body stiffened while feeling her womb getting filled with Alves's hot cum. The trio plopped onto the lavish bed catching their breath after the intensity of the amazing threesome sex. Oliver's meeting with the house staffs was still on-going when Katherine who was still covered in black demi bra, garters and nylons moved upward to kiss her sweet daughter on the lips - letting her taste her own juices. They swapped saliva for a good few minutes before a knowing grin appeared across their pretty faces. The duo of mother and daughter shifted on the bed as they made their way towards the loin of Chico Alves in search of his now flaccid member. Without waiting for it to hardened, Rachel put the penis into her mouth as she used her tongue to beat it around inside while sucking at it intermittently. At the same time, Katherine tickled Chico's sacs with the tips of her dainty fingers while using her tongue to stimulate it. "Yer gettin real good at this shit, you sluts..." Chico commented as he enjoyed the double pleasure. His cock had regained another life as it was quickly rising back to its full length. Katherine turned her attention from the man's balls to his throbbing member. She alternated between licking its base, taking the head into her mouth and exchanging pre-cum and spit with Rachel as they took turns pampering Chico's penis. The daughter swung a leg over the supine man's head as she positioned her slit conveniently over Alves's head. The 38 year old duly returned the favor by stroking at Rachel's pussy with the combination of his tongue and fingers. It didn't take long for him to insert a couple of fingers into her restrictive vagina as he continued to flick his tongue slashing on her G-spot. Rachel's well lubricated slit had Chico's index and middle digits sliding in easily as he began finger-fucking the teen while sucking at her clit. That caused Rachel groan as she let a warm breath escaped her mouth onto Chico's dick. Katherine took over from her daughter as she gently pushed the cock past her lips. The group of bodies on the bed was so into it that they didn't notice Oliver's entry. He had just ended his talk with the ch?teau's employees before quietly allowing himself into the bedroom. His significantly improved mood had gotten even better from the amorous sight of his wife and daughter in bed with a devious looking man. Katherine looked ever so sexy in those garters and black stockings as her firm derreire was held up on her knees similarly to the way it was for Chico earlier. With a fiendish grin, the former Dr. Smith shed his coat and unbutton his shirt as he made his way to join the threesome. Oliver climbed onto the high bed before leaning towards his daughter to kiss her on the lips. His right hand was fondling at Rachel's hanging tits as he swept his tongue around the inside of the teenage girl's mouth. She had left Chico's loin to the care of her mom as she was literally sitting up right on the pimp's face while making out with her dad. The remnant of Chico's pre-cum in his daughter's sweet mouth didn't deter Oliver as he continued to swap spit with Rachel. He felt her delicate hand massaging his manhood through the fabric of his pants. Rachel proceeded to unbuckle daddy's belt and trousers before releasing his cock from the constraint of the expensive clothing. It required very little encouragement for it to reach its full length as Rachel's smooth skin felt amazing on the dad's throbbing member. With the agility of a cheerleader, she was able to maneuver herself so that her daddy's cock could slide into her mouth while still maintaining her pussy on Chico's face. The threesome had become a quartet resembling a train making a U turn on the bed. Katherine was the 'tail cabin' as she was giving Chico a wonderful blowjob; while receiving it, Chico was having a buffet with Rachel's young cunt who in turn was giving head to Oliver. The 'family' finally get to release all the accumulated tension after seeing that most of their problems had been taken care of. The CIA would be happy to have their 'toy' back while having the inventor himself as an ally in the agency was a huge plus. Rocky's pain in the ass, Agent Jones was no more a hindrance having been eliminated in a rather ceremonious way if you consider the 'commemoration' he received in the wine cellar. With the good agent gone, the FBI would not be wasting their resources on the supposedly dead prisoners. Even though Oliver might not applaud the risky way of how his wife dealt with Kevin's vacant live-skin, but it turned out quite well in the end. Once the new set of house helpers come in place of the old ones, the former fugitives could loosen up a little. They had so far managed to overcome the adversaries. Thinking about that made a smile out of Dr.Kenny Smith's Oliver face as he lifted the face of Rachel towards him before deeply kissing her in the mouth again. The understanding daughter saw her dad left her lips and raised from his sitting position to kneel behind mom's tempting backside. Oliver slowly pushed his saliva coated netherrod into his wife's wet snatch. Katherine took a break from Chico's pecker to flash her husband a grin before returning to her oral exercise while feeling the high of getting her pussy stuffed for the second time in less than an hour. It didn't take long for Oliver to start banging his wife while Rachel's girlish shriek indicated the arrival of her second orgasm of the afternoon. Chico was not far behind as his hips bucked before ejaculating an impressive amount of cum despite it being his second orgasm as well. Some of the semen got onto the face of Katherine who was still on the receiving end of a ferocious fucking by her spouse. A short moment later, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson came in unison before collapsing onto the bed piling on top of Rachel and Chico. The mom, dad and the daughter passed out in the same bed with a strange man. The Other Meeting During his days working at the bank, Samuel Johnson dreaded having to sit through the boring branch's financial performance meeting. The bank manager, a middle-aged fat white guy would sit at the front end of a long desk and talked continuously for hours. His colleagues, those fellow loan officers and accountants would sometime give their own lengthy presentation with graphs and performance charts - adding in a few more atrocious hours. Johnson had always been a person with the fewest words in the group and seeing so many people who were as dull as him talking at the same time made him sick. He would often request to be pardon before the meeting had actually concluded, citing various reasons. Now that he was assuming the role of Claire Pearson, the circumstances had been entirely different. 'She' was a wealthy and attractive housewife who happened to be active in the upper class community in the Dallas suburbs - a far cry from his underprivileged background in the big apple. Katherine's recent mourning of her son's passing meant that the charity club's vice president would be leading the postponed meeting regarding the upcoming fundraiser. Covered in a blue keyhole dress and a pair of ankle strap heels, the former Samuel Johnson liked the feel of taking charge and being in the center of attention as much as what 'she' was wearing. 'She' liked the superiority over all of the other members. They were as affluent as she was but none of them were as pretty as she and Katherine was. Maybe, the president and vice president of the housewives club were chose based on how well-groomed they were. "Patty, you were saying that we will have a new member joining us today. Am I correct?" asked Claire in her sweet and sanguine voice. "Yeah, she's my new neighbor who had just moved in last week. She's on her way," replied the slightly plump 38 year old Patricia Hollinger. "While waiting, why don't we start by stating down the agenda of our meeting today?" Claire suggested with authority. The Samuel underneath felt good to be pretty as it exuded confidence. Half way into the listing of agenda, Claire's housekeeper led a lovely Asian lady into the patio of the Pearson's mansion. She had a pair of mesmerizing eyes to a small pert nose and her luscious lips. Her cheek bones were high as they were framed by cascades of long black hair which had grown well past her shoulders. Her beautiful face was complimented by a slender and petite figure of probably 5ft 6 with a perky looking pair of breasts. The recently arrived guest was a definite looker. "Oh hi, Karen! Claire, this is the new member I was telling you about," Mrs. Hollinger said sounding excited. The 35 year old Asian beauty floated gracefully over to Claire before shaking her hand and giving her a brief hug. "She smells nice too," thought Claire. "Hi, my name is Karen Kim. You can all call me Karen. I've just recently moved into the mansion next to Patricia. I hope I could make myself useful here in this charity club." Mrs. Kim said before going over to embrace the other members with friendly hugs. After the brief introduction, the meeting resumed. They went over a list of high profile guests who would grace the event while sorting out some of the problems. Mrs. Simmons, whose husband was a good friend to a producer in a prominent recording company, would try to invite Celine Dion as the performing guest in place of Adele. The Dallas mayor and statesmen would also be of attendance to the healthy living promotion charity event. The meeting was concluded and the ladies were served with teas and homemade cookies as they get to know Mrs. Kim better. Her shipping tycoon husband had recently passed away, leaving her with almost all of his fortune. She had decided to move here from California with her 6 year old daughter while her parents were still in South Korea. Ever since coming over as a University student, Karen had gotten used to the life here. Throughout the chatter among the housewives, Karen Kim was seen as a charming and bubbly character. 'Claire' bit her top front teeth into her bottom full lips as she secretly wondered what the Korean beauty was wearing under that short sleeves knee-length floral dress. The lingerie fetish in 'her' would love to find out what Mrs. Kim wardrobe was like. Keeping Watch The mysterious black sedan which had been tailing the Wilsons from Kevin's funeral was still parked outside of the Wilsons and the Pearson's residences - a little further away from where Agent Jones had parked his rental. There were two men sitting inside the heavily tinted vehicle. One of them was a huge 6 feet tall and muscular guy while the other was significantly smaller with a skinny figure but still looked every bit as potent. The less masculine guy seemed to be in charge as he glared at the Wilsons residence. The lights inside the chateau had been gradually switched on as the dawn gave way to the beginning of the night. His partner was snoring heavily beside him in the passenger seat. They had been watching the family for days. Almost 2 weeks ago, the call made by the Agent Jones to his supposed informant enquiring Rocky's whereabouts triggered a sense of panic in Kozak Wallansky. The treacherous little brother who was sitting at the top of the mafia food chain thanks to Rocky's imprisonment was bewildered to Agent Jones's seemingly active interest in his predecessor even though news all over the country had declared that all the fugitives had been killed in the train crash. The informant who supplied information to the FBI in particular Agent Jones was in fact one of Kozak's men. It was he who came up with the idea of letting a loyal follower of his to tip off the authorities in order for them to remove Rocky from the throne. So when the 'informant' told him about Agent Jones's call, Kozak knew right away that his brother could still be alive. It took them three days to bribe into the FBI system and locate Jones's latest place of investigation. By the time they had finally managed to pinpoint the location, Agent Jones had already departed to Mexico. Some of the corrupted agents mentioned that Jones was looking for the former mafia boss across the border. A quick check with Kozak's trustworthy business associate down south revealed neither the presence of Rocky nor the federal agent. This could only mean that Agent Jones had purposely misinformed his colleague about his pursuit just in case the mafia came looking and interfering with his investigation. Kozak was not about to take any chances as he ordered his men to remain in the Dallas suburbs to keep an eye on the suspicious family. The background check revealed that the head of the family, Oliver Wilson was a successful businessman. Maybe, he was indebted to Rocky in the past in one of his many 'business dealings' and felt obliged to help the old man. Whatever it was, Kozak's men had made very little progress apart from laying their eyes on the many beautiful women in the family. The only reports he had been receiving from the two bozos were how beautiful the wife and daughters were. If there was still no sign of his brother by the end of the day, he would have to use force on the family to have them hand out Rocky. Whatever it takes, Kozak wanted no loose end as he knew his brother only too well for him not to bite back. Leaving him alone would only mean giving him an opportunity to reclaim his sovereignty. The phones vibrated in the lap of the skinny gangster, somewhat startling him. The bigger man was still snoring beside him. "Hello. Yes, boss!" "I'm sending more men. They're on their way. I'm tired of da fucking waiting game. Go in. Take da house quietly and find the mothafuckah. Kill anyone in ar way if ya have to." Kozak ended the call without waiting for reply. Not that they were expected to. When he gave a direct order like that, his men were not expected to hesitate. A wicked grin formed on the skinny guy's face as he thought about the prospect of laying his hands on Mrs. Wilson and her daughters. To be continued...