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The damp washcloth felt cool in Khadra’s hands. It was supposed to be warm. She pressed it up against her husband’s forehead. It had been over a day since their failed attempt to rid Daniel of his demon. Maxamed had not yet turned lucid. Khadra had sent their children to her parents’ house as she devoted herself to taking care of her husband. Although, she was quite worried about his anger when he woke up. He had seen her copulate with Daniel, shoving the eighteen-year-old’s massive thing up inside her. She just hoped he’d understand it was the house that had done that and not her.
Time to freshen up the washcloth. Khadra stood and left her husband in their bed. She walked over to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. She froze when she looked to her right. There, standing upright on the counter, was that damnable black phallus. Khadra stood staring at it for a long time with the water running and steam rising before her. Eventually, she shut the water off.
“Just one more time,” Khadra whispered. She slowly pulled off her dress and removed her panties. She was naked in the bathroom with that black thing. “I don’t need to do this.” She picked up the dildo, closed the bathroom door, and sat down on the toilet lid. “I just want to see what it’s like. One ... last ... time ... uuuugggghhhhhhhh.” She spread her legs and shoved it inside her. While not as massive as Daniel’s tool, it hit spots her husband couldn’t. Her body buzzed with pleasure as she moved the thing in and out.
“Khadra?” Maxamed’s voice called from the bedroom, muffled by the bathroom door. “What happened?”
Khadra’s heart felt like it wanted to beat out of her chest. With a moment of indecision, she kept the dildo all the way inside her. She grunted as it touched some magical place inside. Then, very slowly, she withdrew the phallus, washed it in the sink, dried it with a hand towel, and tossed it into a drawer. “I’m coming, Maxamed.” This was a delicate moment. Khadra didn’t know how Maxamed would react to the incident at the mansion. She threw on her dress and rushed back into the bedroom.
“What happened?” Maxamed looked up at her, still with his head on the pillow.
“What do you remember?” Khadra sat down next to him. She’d forgotten the washcloth, so she patted his chest through the blanket.
“We went to that accursed house. I ... I...” Maxamed blinked his dark eyes. “I took the boy to the unlocked room. And...” He paused. Memories would not come back. “Did I accidentally chloroform myself?”
“Yes.” Khadra sighed with relief. She hated telling the lie, but it was for the greater good.
“And you got me back here? By yourself?”
“It wasn’t easy.” Khadra nodded.
“Chloroform is a vile drug.” Maxamed looked away from his loving wife up to the ceiling. “It gave me such dreadful dreams. I can only see flashes. That ... that you willingly consorted with a monster.” He looked back down at her soft, brown eyes. “Tell me that was not a prophetic vision. Tell me that we will have nothing further to do with that accursed family.”
“Those were not prophesies, dear husband.” She patted the covers again and stood. At least that wasn’t a lie. What he described were memories not prophesies. “We will have nothing further to do with the Andersons.” Also, not a lie. “Now let me fetch you some food.”
“Yes, thank you.” A grim tautness left Maxamed’s face and he relaxed into his pillow. “The children?”
“At my parents’.” Khadra moved to the door. “I’ll be back with some lunch. You must be hungry.” She left the room and stopped at the bathroom. She paused and then stepped inside. She’d dodged a bullet with Maxamed, and maybe she could take a few minutes to celebrate. The phallus was still in the drawer. She closed the bathroom door, lifted up her dress, and pushed it home. “Ooooohhhhhhhh.” Her husband’s lunch could wait a few extra minutes.
The shopping basket bulged with items Julie didn’t need. She’d thrown in Band-Aids, Q-tips, tampons, Aspirin, and various other things she had plenty of at home. She hoped that the extra-large, magnum condoms would go unnoticed by the clerk if the box came with an avalanche of miscellany. She placed the basket on the conveyor belt and watched the clerk go to work.
“We don’t sell many of these.” After checking a few items, the clerk, an older woman, held up the box of condoms. “Not in this size, anyway. You married well, miss.” She smiled a knowing grin and appraised Julie. “My husband packs a little one.” She leaned closer to Julie. “Is it true what they say?”
“Um.” Julie looked around, but no one else was about. “Sorry?” Her cheeks burned. She wanted nothing more than to pay and get out of there, but the clerk was having none of it.
“Is bigger really better?” The clerk winked. “I’ve never experienced a ... magnum.”
Julie gave a slight nod and her cheeks turned more red.
“I knew it.” The clerk gave out a quick laugh and bagged the condoms, running the next item over the scanner. “So how big is your husband?”
“I couldn’t possibly say.” Julie shrugged.
The clerk stopped what she was doing and looked at Julie. She made a point of looking at Julie’s wedding ring and then back up to her brown eyes. “It’s not your husband is it?” She didn’t wait for Julie’s answer. “No it isn’t. I can tell. You sly minx. Who is he then? The pool boy?” She went back to checking items. “The lawn boy? I always had fantasies about them. They’re all sweaty and tan. Who?”
Julie stood perfectly still.
“Keep your secrets then.” The clerk held up the last item, a bottle of lube. “I’m not surprised you need this, given his size. Lordy, Lordy.” She finished bagging and announced the total.
Julie shook her head and put her credit card through as quickly as possible. She grabbed her bag and didn’t wait for the receipt, heading for the exit.
The clerk called after Julie as she fled. “More power to you, miss. We could all use a little something extra.” The clerk shook her head and chuckled.
“What do you think?” Julie twirled in the center of Daniel’s room. She wore lacy, red lingerie. A matching bra and panty set that did its best to accentuate her already bountiful curves.
“Wow, Mom. You look incredible.” Daniel sat on the edge of his bed, his pajamas barely containing his hardon. It had been over a week since the Samatars had tied him up in the locked room. While that was frightful, and that bear still gave him nightmares, Daniel was willing to forgive the house if it continued to give him moments like these. “Where’d the new underwear come from?”
“Well, to be honest, your father has shown a little more interest in me lately. And since none of my old sexy outfits fit, I picked up a few items at the department store.” Julie faced Daniel and pushed her hip to the right, striking what she hoped was a sexy pose. The delighted look on her eighteen-year-old’s face conveyed mission success on her part. “I hope you don’t mind sharing me a little. I mean...” Was she apologizing for sleeping with her husband? A small frown passed across her pink lips. “I mean, I...” She couldn’t formulate the sentence for telling Daniel they weren’t exclusive. Because, of course they weren’t. She was married. But they were doing all sorts of naughty stuff. It was so confusing.
“It’s cool, Mom.” Daniel slowly undressed. “I want Dad to be happy. Thank you for sharing the outfit with me.”
“You’re such a good boy, Danny.” Julie’s smile returned as she watched that massive penis swing into view. She turned and walked back to the bag she’d left by the door, swaying her round butt a little extra for him. She bent at the waist and retrieved the condoms and lube, giving him a real show. She straightened and walked back across the room. “I got you some condoms that should fit.” She placed them on his nightstand.
“I don’t want to wear those, Mom.”
“They’re not for wearing with me, silly. They’re for when you experiment with other girls. Like we talked about.” Julie turned and tossed Daniel the bottle of lube, and he caught it out of the air. “Also, I got you some special oil for when we ... you know.” Her smile turned shy.
“Wow, thanks.” Daniel opened the bottle, put some in his hand and spread the lube all over his dick.
“I thought we’d do a little foreplay first.” Julie licked her lips.
“You take care of me all the time. How much cum have you swallowed this week?” Daniel stood and stepped over to his mom. He hated to remove those awesome panties, but it needed to be done. He slid them off her and she stepped out of them.
“A lot,” Julie whispered. She didn’t like when he talked like that.
“Well then, let me take care of you a little.” Daniel reached down, cupped Julie’s ass and lifted her up higher and higher until her pussy was right in front of his face and her thighs dangled over his shoulders. He still held on to her ass. Thank goodness for the mansion’s high ceilings.
“Oh, gosh. How are you lifting me, Danny?” She looked down, afraid her frail son would drop her to the hardwood floor below. But instead, he pushed her up against his face and licked at her slit. “Oh, Danny.” She felt his tongue push inside her, and then he nibbled on her clit. All worries about his sudden strength left her. She dug her fingers into his blond hair and cried out as he pleasured her in the most improbable position. “Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh. Oooohhhhhhhh, goooooossshhhhhhhhhhh.” To her embarrassment, Julie squirted all over Daniel’s handsome face when her orgasm overtook her. He didn’t seem to mind, as he continued to lap and nibble at her.
Three times Julie came on Daniel’s tongue before he lowered her halfway to the floor. He turned her away from him, with his hands under her knees. He then nestled his dick between her ass cheeks and rubbed her until his dick found her anus. Fortunately, she was loose enough from their previous encounters, that the oily head slipped in.
“How ... ooooohhhhhhhh ... are you doing this?” Julie’s hips involuntarily wiggled as she felt him enter her butt. She’d never been held so open and exposed. “I weigh more than you, Danny. I ... ughhhhhhh.” As his penis entered her guts, it took her breath away. She let him bounce her up and down on his shaft. More and more sunk into her.
“Eloise made me ... uh ... uh ... uh ... stronger, Mom.” Daniel bent his knees and leaned back a little to more evenly distribute their combined weight. He got into a good rhythm, and soon she bounced in the air on his dick. “You like it?”
“Yes. Oh, my ... yes.” Julie’s left hand moved between her legs and she stuck two fingers into her vagina. The moment was heaven. “I never ... imagined.” Julie grunted like a wild animal. “I ... never imagined.” She wondered what that store clerk would say if she could see Julie now.
“I know I have to share you with Dad, but I’m the only one that gets to do this. Right, Mom?”
“Yes.”
“You want my dick. Right?”
“Yes,” Julie squeaked. She didn’t like the coarse language, but Julie couldn’t very well reprimand him with his penis all the way up her butt.
“You’re his wife, but my girlfriend?” Daniel tightened his grip on the bottom of her thighs. The moment was too perfect. He felt his balls churning. She didn’t answer him, so he upped the pace a bit. “You’re my slut, right, Mom?”
Julie shook her head and felt her vagina contract on her fingers. She wouldn’t answer such questions, but she knew it was true. Despite her upbringing, all the hours spent in church, and all her good intentions, she was an adulteress. A harlot. Her son had hooked her on his giant cock. A massive orgasm ripped through her. She was lost. Minutes later, Daniel’s soft grunting told her that he was ready and she felt the heat of his release deep inside her. Taking his seed while he tossed her about like a ragdoll sent her hurtling over the edge again. She screamed and it was a wonder she didn’t wake the whole house.
“That was ... amazing.” When he finished cumming, Daniel pulled her off his dick and tossed her onto his bed. Julie curled up on her side, trembling. Daniel flopped down behind her and unclasped her lacy, red bra. He’d actually gotten pretty good at unhooking a bra. “I want more, Mom.” He pulled her onto her back and removed the bra. He then crawled between her legs.
“More?”
“I want your pussy, too.” He rubbed the head of his still hard dick along her slit, admiring her neatly trimmed bush.
“No.” Julie lifted her head up and stared between her heaving breasts to the V of her legs. Daniel’s long penis looked so menacing as it nuzzled her folds, the purple head angry and ready to pierce down to her soul. “I ... don’t ... want ... a ... baby...” she panted. Her fuzzy mind struggled to form cogent thoughts.
“I’ll pull out then.” Daniel was a good son who usually listened to his mother, but this was too tempting. He slid into her.
“Condom ... condom ... condom,” Julie chanted with each powerful thrust. She braced herself and continued to hold her head up, watching Daniel retake her vagina.
“The condoms ... ah ... ah ... aren’t for you ... remember?” Daniel placed his hands on the blanket and held himself up so he could look down at his unraveling mother. Her boobs swayed up and down, almost hitting her in the face at the top of their journey.
“Don’t want ... baby ... want ... baby ... baby...” Julie’s hands crept around Daniel’s hips and she cupped his little butt. Her fingers dug into the tight flesh and felt it flex with each thrust. Would she really give him this again? “Go ahead ... Danny ... you can ... fill me.”
“You’re leaking ... Mom. Your ... boobs.” Daniel could see droplets flying from her flopping tits. “You’re ready for a ... ugh ... ugh ... baby.” He leaned forward, and sucked in her left nipple. The milk was every bit as sweet as Eloise’s. But warm and so full of life. He humped her and gulped down milk. He could feel her grip tighten on his ass, pressing him more fervently into her.
“Yeeeessssssssssss, Daaaaannnnnyyyyyyyyy,” Julie hissed. How could she deny him anything? “Let ... it out.” When she felt that hot seed splash inside her, Julie convulsed, and her face twisted with pleasure. She might regret it in the morning, but at that moment she wanted nothing more than to let Daniel’s little swimmers have full access to her womb.
The days passed. Julie split her clandestine time between the twins. Feeding and rubbing Brittney and taking Daniel’s seed over and over.
Khadra managed to keep her distance from the house. But she couldn’t avoid the ubiquitous black dildo, which appeared whenever she had a moment to herself. She was able to resist that temptation, sometimes. But more often than not, she failed and found that she’d impaled herself on the thing, with thoughts of Daniel playing in her head. Her husband hadn’t been the same since the locked room episode. He complained frequently of devilish dreams and the demons that wanted to possess his wife. “That house wants to make you its bride, but you’re my bride,” Maxamed would often say in fervent tones. Khadra had taken to leaving the children at her parents’ house for days at a time.
On the other side of town, Penelope tried to be patient with her teenage paramour. She opened her home to him whenever he had free time after school. She looked at her husband differently. Wondering why she had picked that Anderson to marry. When her morning nausea started, she knew what had happened. She snuck away from Brad to throw up in the bathroom when necessary. Hopefully, Brad suspected nothing.
All the while, the house watched and listened. The clock ticked and the hallways grew colder as winter arrived. Palmer Mansion had been here before and would be here again. But for a little while, it quieted as it built itself up for bigger events to come.
“I’ve known few women so dedicated to arithmetic.” Eloise stood by the sofa in the main living room, wearing a long flowing dress. She looked down at the scribbles Brittney made on her pad of paper.
Brittney gave a start and looked up at the Victorian woman. She collected herself. “It’s not arithmetic. It’s calculus.” She should have been frightened to have a strange, unexpected visitor, but for some reason she took it in stride. It was very much like the day she’d seen that young man, Thomas, in the very same room. Brittney took in the woman’s freckled beauty and the rise of the woman’s pregnant belly under the floral pattern on her dress. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
“No.” Eloise snapped her fingers and the fireplace roared to life, seasoned timbers crackling and popping with flame.
“That seems like a very dreamy thing to do.” Brittney nodded at the fire. “Also, I’m pretty sure I’d be terrified if this wasn’t a dream.”
“They crafted you of puissance, did they not?” Eloise smiled at the eighteen-year-old girl. “I am much pleased with your agency.”
“What?” Brittney shook her head and put down the pad of paper. “Never mind.” She looked around the room, remembering when Thomas had appeared. That young man and the woman looked very much alike. And the room looked the same as it did back then, with dark oil paintings and mounted trophy heads on the walls. “You’re a Palmer, aren’t you?”
“And a clever girl, too. I’m Mrs. Eloise Palmer.” Eloise nodded and smiled brightly. “May I join you?” She sat down next to Brittney and put her hand on the girl’s bare knee. Her binary diamonds sparkled on her finger. She frowned at Brittney’s short skirt. How scandalous modern sartorial decisions were. “I’d like to help you, dearie.”
“With what?” Brittney found Eloise’s smile disarming. Her math forgotten, Brittney lost herself in Eloise’s pretty, green eyes. It occurred to Brittney that she might be a lesbian.
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