Haunting of Palmer Mansion Pt. 14

"Um ... I don't think this is such a good idea." Daniel tried not to glance over at her helpless husband. He could see the man in his peripheral vision give one more fit of effort to free himself from the bear and them slump, defeated in its arms. "Your usbandhay is right erethay." Daniel watched her closely, but Khadra gave no indication she'd heard him. "With an earbay." She had a dreamy look on her face.

"Deep down, I guess I knew this would happen." A sly smile crept over her face as she mounted his lap. She reached down, grabbed Daniel's monster, and guided him in. "I tried to tell myself otherwise, but I missed this. I really did miss your ... ahhhhhh ... monster. You ... uh ... uh ... fill me like nothing else."

"Ugh ... Mrs. Samatar." Daniel squirmed but could do nothing else. He heard her husband's muffled cries through the bear's paw, but Daniel put that out of his mind. Her pussy felt fantastically tight and her boobs wobbled beautifully as she bounced on him. He focused on that. "Maybe we ..." But he lost his train of thought as his eyes followed her bouncing, brown boobs.

"Dear ... ah ... ah ... Daniel." Khadra put her hands on his shoulders and grunted as he dug her out. His tool was truly magical. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Unleash a deluge inside me ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... and free us from this dark place." She leaned her head back, arching her back, and felt the young penis grind inside her. It felt like it wanted to punch through her belly. Khadra let out a long cry. She loved it. An orgasm swept through her. It carried with it such pleasure that it let her touch paradise itself.

The couple mated for a long time, with the dead bear and Maxamed bearing witness. Poor Khadra bounced her small body up and down like riding a horse to the point of exhaustion. That massive penis racked her with ecstasy. She had orgasms, one on top of the other, and by the time Daniel grunted out his own climax inside her, Khadra's muscles were all quiver and burn.

"Yes, yes. Stake your ... claim." Khadra's vagina clenched on the erupting thing inside her. She grimaced and closed her eyes, pushing down to plant him as deep inside her as possible. "Turn ... ugh... the lock inside me."

"Aaaahhhhhh." Daniel wanted to reach out and grab her, to feel her curves. But he was still tied tight. Neither of them even heard the thump as the bear unceremoniously dropped Maxamed's limp body to the floor.

~~

Penelope woke with a start. Something needed protecting. She climbed out of bed and threw on a dress.

"Where are you going?" Brad's sleepy voice called from the darkness of their bed.

"I need a glass of water." Penelope moved to the bedroom door. "I'll be right back."

"Okay." Brad rolled over and was already snoring by the time Penelope exited the room.

Keys, jacket, purse. Penelope's body moved almost on autopilot. By the she'd backed her car out of the driveway, she knew where she was going. The Palmer Mansion. She put the car in drive and sped away.

~~

Still breathing hard, Khadra lifted herself off Daniel. She looked down and could see semen dripping from between her legs in large, white droplets. She looked over at the bear and saw her husband laying on the floor in front of it. The creature no longer moved and had gone back to its original, devilish pose. "Maxamed." Khadra stumbled over to him and kneeled down. She caressed his face with her sweaty hand while sperm continued to fall to the floor below her. "Are you hurt?" It seemed that Maxamed was in a semiconscious state. Khadra quickly dressed and then helped her husband to his feet. "Can you speak?" But he could only mumble incoherencies.

"Could you untie me now?" Daniel strained against the ropes but they held firm. He saw that the door to their room stood open and he very much wanted to leave. "I don't want to stay here." He watched husband and wife stumble toward the exit. "Mrs. Samatar? Khadra?"

"I'm sorry, Daniel." Khadra looked over her shoulder. "I don't know what would happen if I untied you. Your thing is still hard. I must take care of my husband." She then guided the helpless man out of the house and back to their car.

"Well, shit." Daniel looked around the room. "Mrs. Palmer?" Nothing. He didn't want his mom to find him like this. Or worse, his sister. Or even worse, his father. Or, the truly frightening option was Frederick Palmer waltzing in that door while Daniel sat tied to a chair. Footsteps sounded on the floor outside the room. Daniel struggled again. He stared out into the dark hall and prayed.

"Daniel?" Penelope rushed into the room with a look of worry on her face. "You poor kid. Who did this to you?" She couldn't help but notice his dick had torn right through his pajama bottoms and still pulsed out in the open air, hard as can be. The room smelled like sex. She kissed him on the cheek and set about untying him.

"The Samatars did this." Daniel felt relief wash through him. "Just hurry, we shouldn't be in this room."

"I know." Penelope stopped what she was doing and looked up at the frightful ursine taxidermy gazing down at her with its glass eyes. "This is a bad room, Daniel. Bad things happened here. But we need to keep the house's secrets." She went back to working on the knots.

"What?" Daniel flexed his wrists as the ropes fell away.

She pulled him upright and put her right arm around his shoulders. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think." Daniel took an unsteady step. "They drugged me with something. The Samatars."

"Really? Jesus, Danny." She helped him out of the room and up the stairs. She couldn't keep her eyes off his long dick sticking straight out in front of him. "Um ...Why are you so hard?"

"I don't know."

"Can you do something about it?" Penelope was afraid of running into one of the Andersons out for a midnight snack. How would she explain helping her brother-in-law up the stairs with his giant dick swaying in front of them?

"My underwear are torn. I don't know what I can do." They got to the top of the stairs.

"You can think of baseball or ... shh." Penelope put a finger to Daniel's lips. "Did you see that?"

"No, what?"

"I thought I saw a glimpse of your mother climbing the stairs to your sister's room." Penelope moved again and helped Daniel into his room. She closed the door behind them.

"Well, maybe she's checking on Brittney." Daniel sighed as she laid him down on his bed. "Or maybe you saw a ghost." He looked up at Penelope and smiled. "Thank you for saving me." She looked so pretty smiling down at him, with her blonde hair a mess, and her dress on crooked. She really had left Brad in the middle of the night to come to him. "Wait. How'd you know to come get me?"

"I'm ..." She twirled her wedding ring on her finger as she thought about it. "I just knew I needed to go to that room. There are secrets ..." Her voice trailed off.

"What secrets?" It was odd talking casually with her while his dick stuck straight up in the air.

Penelope shrugged her shoulders. "What else can I do for you? You look so bedraggled." She climbed onto the bed and curled up next to him.

"What time is it?" Daniel didn't want to move to look over at his bedside clock.

"Around three, I think." Penelope placed her head on the flannel that covered Daniel's flat belly. She looked up at has cock with wide eyes.

"So, Brad won't miss you for a while? Can you keep me company?" Daniel put his hand on her messy hair.

"Afraid of the dark?" Her hand crept over his hip and gently held his right ball. She massaged it.

"I didn't used to be." He felt her head moving toward his dick. "Wait, another woman was ... aaahhhhh ... that feels good."

Penelope licked up the shaft and nibbled at the head. She could taste the sex on him. The Penelope of a few weeks ago would have been disgusted, but now the taste thrilled her. "Another woman what, Danny?" She said between nibbles.

"I had sex tonight."

"I can tell." She sucked him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. She popped him back out. "Let me clean you up. I'll take care of you, Danny." She licked her way down his dick and slurped at his balls, cleaning them off too.

"Thank you, Pen." Daniel pressed his head into the pillow and let her go to work. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

~~

With her belly full of cum, Penelope rose from Daniel's bed where she'd been cuddling the teenager. She sighed. He looked so peaceful sleeping with his blond hair pressed into the pillow. Thank goodness she'd woken when she had. She turned off his light, stole out of his room, and walked down the stairs. No surprise, the door to the locked room was closed and locked again. She checked it just to be sure. Better it stay that way.

In that whole house, the locked room was the only place that still upset Penelope. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the front door, collected her jacket and purse, and left the Anderson home. On her drive home, she wondered at how her in-laws' move had uprooted her life. Given how much it had changed her and Daniel, she considered whether it might have had an effect on the other Andersons. Penelope smiled. Julie was too concerned with God's path to wander down the lust-filled trail Penelope had discovered. And Brittney was too much of a goody-goody.

Little did Penelope know, at that very moment, her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were up in Brittney's east tower room, grinding their pussies together and crying out in rapture.

~~

"Mom, wake up." Brittney shook the lump that was her mom's sleeping form under the blanket. "Mom?"

"Brit?" George rolled over and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Around three." Brittney stopped shaking Julie. She frowned. Her dad wasn't supposed to wake up.

"What are you doing in our room?" George blinked, his vision blurry from sleep. He didn't want to get up to deal with this.

"I ... um ... just wanted a tuck-in."

"What? Are you five again?" George sighed. "Okay, I'll do it."

Julie's eyes opened. "No, it's okay, George. I'll tuck her in. You can sleep."

"Great." George watched his wife's naked form slip from the covers and pull on one of his oversized sweaters. She really did look good these days. He made a mental note to have more sex with his wife. "Thanks, Jules." George rolled over and closed his eyes. "I could use the sleep."

"I'll be back in a little while." Julie patted the lump that was her husband under the covers and walked out of the room just behind her daughter. Brittney's slender legs appeared quite thin in the dim light of the hall. Brittney wore only a pajama top that hung down over her butt. And panties. Julie figured her daughter had to have panties on, too.

A clock ticked somewhere in the cold house. A steady, inexorable sound.

"What's going on?" Julie whispered as they passed the open living room. Moonlight fell through the windows. "If this is about before, I'll let you have more later. But you can't wake me up in the middle of the night for a feeding. You're not a baby." Had she just promised to feed her daughter from her breasts again? She'd passed another Rubicon. It seemed she'd reached a point where the Rubicons just flew by.

"I couldn't wait, Mom." Brittney took Julie's hand and pulled her faster toward her room. "I promise I won't wake you again. Just for tonight." The teenager had butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation felt like Christmas morning on steroids.

"Just for tonight," Julie grumbled, but she squeezed her daughter's soft, warm hand. They passed Daniel's room and Julie followed Brittney up the stairs to her bedroom. Another sound played at the periphery of Julie's hearing. It seemed that soft footsteps beat in time with the clock. And maybe a gentle female voice. Julie shivered and didn't look back as she closed Brittney's door behind them. She locked it and looked down at the sachet by the wall. The thought of pulling that incredibly heavy thing was not appealing. They were fine, whatever danger had roamed the house had long since passed. The current sounds were very different than the night before. She tried to put the memory of those heavy footsteps, and that awful, deep voice from before out of her mind.

"Can I touch them?" Brittney didn't wait for a response. She stepped up behind her mother and ran her hands up her dad's sweater, cupping and squeezing Julie's massive boobs through the wool. A thrill ran through Brittney.

"Yes." Julie sighed and relaxed. She felt Brittney's flat tummy resting against her butt as the teenager reached around her mother. "Not so grabby, pumpkin. Would you want someone to clutch at you like that?" But Julie found she liked the insistent way her daughter's hands massaged her breasts. It seemed she was more desirable to her children than she was to her own husband.

"I would like it. I think." Brittney's legs shook, she was so excited. "Do you want to try on me?" She reluctantly moved her hands away from Julie's boobs and turned her mother to face her. Brittney then reached down to the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, exposing her small, pale boobs. The moonlight flooded in through the circle of windows and Brittney could see the startled look in Julie's eyes.

"I ... I don't know if I should." With some hesitancy, Julie lifted her hands toward Brittney's chest. "They're so beautiful. I can't believe your father and I made these." Julie cupped her daughter's breasts and gently squeezed. They were perfect handfuls.

"I hope I get boobs like yours someday." Brittney let out a long exhale. Julie's hands felt nothing like Ted's awkward groping. Julie's touch was gentle and firm. "That feels really good. Can you kiss them?" Brittney said.

"I don't know," Julie whispered, mesmerized by the moment. She'd never held another woman's breasts before. Heck, she'd barely seen boobs other than her own. Just a few in the gym over the years, and she'd barely paid attention at the time. She now wished she'd paid more attention. They were wonderful.

"Please?" Brittney resisted the urge to pull her mother's lips to her tits. She let her arms hang by her sides. This was a precarious moment.

"Okay." Julie bent at the waist and planted a trail of kisses along the upper slopes of Brittney's breasts. She then kissed her way lower and lower until her lips closed around Brittney's puffy nipple.

"Oh, Mom!" Brittney gasped as Julie rolled her tongue around the nipple. She let her mother suck one nipple, then the other. After a while, Brittney pulled Julie into bed, placed her mother on her back, and straddled her hips. "Sweater off?"

Julie bit her lower lip and nodded. The sweater came off and dropped to the floor. Julie had the urge to hide her breasts, or at least push them up so they didn't hang to her sides.

"Jesus, Mom. They're so beautiful. I love the way they hang like that. They look so heavy." Brittney knew she was talking fast, but she couldn't hide her excitement. "You're perfect. You're the perfect woman." She bent her face down to Julie's left breast.

"Language, young lady. Don't use the Lord's name in ... oooooohhhhhhh ... oh, my ... my, my, my ... my sweet girl." Julie cradled Brittney's head as her daughter latched onto the nipple and began drinking.

"Mmmmppppphhhhhhh." Brittney never wanted the feeling to end. She wondered what other undiscovered highs awaited her. She drank like that for a long time, straddling her mom's stomach and alternating between boobs, squeezing them, licking them, and sucking to her heart's content. Eventually, she lifted her face away and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "Panties?"

Julie nodded and both women removed their panties.

Brittney went back to drinking sweet milk, but she shifted her hips lower and interwove her legs with her mom's. It felt right. Soon enough, her hips rocked ever so slightly. Both women moaned at this new sensation.

One of Brittney's friends had once said that when a woman really liked sex, she made her "oh face." Brittney was pretty sure she'd never made that face with Ted, but she thought if her mouth wasn't on her mom's nipple, she'd be making it at that moment. Her hips sped up, and her wet pussy rubbed on Julie's supple thigh. She wondered what Julie's face looked like, so she stopped drinking, placed her hands on her mom's tits, and pushed herself up as her hips made grinding circles. "Wow ... uh ... uh ... Mom. You're ... ugh ... making your ... oh face."

"Gosh ... Brittney ... I'm going to ..." Julie didn't know what her daughter was talking about and she didn't care. She reached down with both hands and grabbed Brittney's narrow hips. She moved Brittney slightly so that their vaginas rubbed directly against each other.

"Oh ... God ..." Brittney watched Julie's eyes roll back and her body shake. Brittney's own orgasm wasn't far behind her mother's. "I think ... I think ... I might ... Ooooohhhhhhhh." Brittney's brain stopped completely as she came, her fingers digging into Julie's soft boobs.

When the women recovered, Brittney's hips started back up again. Her small boobs rose and fell as she sucked in oxygen. "I'm so lucky ... you came to my ... bedroom ... last night. This is magical." She humped her mother to several more climaxes for both women.

Later, with Brittney sleeping peacefully in bed next to her, Julie roused the energy to make the long trip back to her own bedroom. She pulled on her husband's sweater and slipped out into the cold hallway. How would she juggle both twins? She placed a hand on her breast. And her own desires certainly showed no signs of abating. She had gone from trying to rebuff the twins, to now actively wondering how she'd schedule intimate time with both of them. Motherhood was never what one expected.