The Palmer Legacy Pt. 11-12

"What?" Joe tried desperately to understand.

"Sleep on the couch in the basement." Kathy turned and walked back into her parents' bedroom. "Mom and I need our rest." She closed the door.

Confused, but eager to please, Joe stumbled downstairs and quickly fell asleep on the couch.

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"Mmmppphhhhh." Jessica took her mouth off the penis and looked toward the door. "Did you hear something?"

"No, Mrs. Reader." Thomas smiled. "I heard only the strange music you make." He looked down at her from inside the painting, his cock projecting out into the office.

"I do sound indecent when I do that, don't I?" Jessica's cheeks turned crimson. "Would you... um... like some more?"

"Perhaps I should step out of here and join you?" Thomas raised an eyebrow in question.

"Yes, please." She watched him step out of the painting, paying close attention to each muscle that moved under his pale skin. He was beautiful. And he was hers. "I deserve this. I really do," she whispered to herself.

"What was that?" Thomas stood before her, hands on his bare hips. His cock pointed directly at the copper triangle between her legs.

"Nothing. You're just... really impressive. It's almost like you're a different species than Andrew." She tried to remember her husband's lean body, but the sight before her pushed him out of her mind. "Shall I continue?" She dropped to her knees.

"I would be happy to let you hone those particular skills." He nodded amiably. "Or we could do more. I know Mother prepared you with that bauble. Your crinkum crankum is ready for a cudgel such as mine." He moved his hips back and forth, wagging his stiff penis in front of her face.

"Oh... I don't know." Jessica grasped the penis to stop it from swaying. The cold of him seeped into her fingers. What would his stout, icy dome do to her insides? She shuddered. "I'm not ready for that." She bit her lip once the words were out. Did that mean she would be ready at some point? Would she do that to Andrew? "I mean..."

"It's no matter. You may continue." Thomas pushed his hips forward and sighed when her mouth opened for him. She swirled her tongue around the head perfectly. Her timing with her pumping hands and bobbing head had improved. She wasn't an expert by any means, but she was something far more than the novice she had been a short time ago. "Look up at me, Mrs. Reader. Yes, like that." They locked eyes. "A man wants to connect with a woman while she's about her task. Yes... I can... ugh... see into your soul. And it burns. Your spirit is alight with flames of desire. If only... you could see... what a splendid figure you make... in that pose."

"Mmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhh." Under her dress, Jessica's panties were soaked through. This young man was driving her crazy. She stared up at him and sucked him for all she was worth. She removed one hand from his shaft and gently squeezed his testicle. It was heavy and tumescent with seed. She would empty it for him. A thrill went down her spine knowing she had the power to please such a gorgeous, virile man.

"I know that you do not like what the deal made of you. But... ugh... it only accentuated what you already had." Thomas slid his hand into her hair, gently urging her on. "I for one, would consider myself a man of fortune should you grace me with a view of your figure. It would be a bountiful boon."

Jessica slowed her pace on his penis. She closed her eyes and thought about showing herself to him. After a few seconds, she quickly shook her head. She then continued the blowjob.

"It would be... fair. What you behold of me... is what the deal... refined of my... raw material."

"Mmmpphhhhh?" Jessica opened her eyes and arched questioning eyebrows. She hadn't considered that he had also taken the deal and been changed by it. Of course he had. She spit the penis out of her mouth with a plop. "It would be... fair... I suppose." She let go of him, and he released her hair. She stood, catching her breath. She reached down and held the skirt of her oversized dress, paused, and then quickly pulled it over her head. Without giving herself time to think, she removed her bounce-control bra and slipped out of her sopping panties. She held her hands out to her sides. "Ta-da."

"Be still my heart." Thomas ran his eyes up and down her freckled curves, taking his time. He wanted her to know how much pleasure the sight of her voluptuous form brought him.

When Jessica saw his eager smile shift into an awed expression, her confidence grew. She pushed her hip to the side, put her hand on it, and posed for him. "You do like it, don't you?"

"You are beautiful." Thomas's gaze lingered on the slope of her breasts. Eventually their eyes met.

"So are you," Jessica said in a breathless whisper. She reached out and pulled him into an embrace, her skin cooling where it touched his. Their lips locked and tongues intertwined. It took her a moment to realize that his hips were moving, sliding his penis between her thighs. She was leaking so much that there was hardly any friction. Goodness, this is practically sex. But she didn't put a stop to it. Indeed, her hips began to match his rhythm. Their bellies made faint slapping sounds as his hands explored the fullness of her backside. She could see where the road she was on led, and she looked for no alternative path. We're going to do it. Oh, my gosh. We're totally going to do it.

The Palmer Legacy Chapter 12

The stairway was pitch black. Noah could hear Eloise murmuring to herself. It sounded like she was thinking out a puzzle, but he only caught a few words here and there. "... salty... promised me... still in the rose... I'll muster my..." Noah trailed one hand along the stone wall, the other held Samantha's hand. Her heavy breathing was the only sound she made. They spun slowly down the spiral staircase. The faintest bit of light shone ahead. It was a warm, flickering golden light.

"Light ahead." Samantha's stomach flipped and her nerves buzzed with anxiety. She desperately needed to see what the Painted Lady would show them, but she suspected it would be bad news.

"Whose house do you think it'll be?" Noah's voice died away quickly. The stairway dampened all sound.

"I'm not ready for my house." Samantha pressed her lips together. She wondered if she might vomit. "Anybody else's house." The window came into view. Samantha cringed.

"I was not expecting this." Eloise stopped next to the window, making room for her teenage companions. "How odd."

Noah stopped with his hip touching Eloise's bustled dress. He stared into the room in front of him. There was a roaring fireplace. Victorian furniture filled the expansive room. The mounted heads of various snarling animals dotted the walls. Another version of Eloise Palmer sat on the sofa, reading a book, or at least pretending to. Her eyes were not on the pages, but instead stared up at the ceiling. Her mouth hung open. And there was clearly a man under her dress, the bulge of his head visible between her legs. "Who is that?"

"Why me, of course. Don't be daft." Eloise shook her head.

"I think he means... who's that between your legs?" Samantha looked at the man's trousers and shiny shoes. She had a feeling he wasn't Eloise's husband.

"That's Thomas." Eloise glanced at her companions like they were unbearably slow. "The real question is why are we seeing this? It happened long ago. It was a day without consequence."

"You don't... control the windows?" Noah ran his fingers through his hair. The expression on the other Eloise behind the glass was deeply erotic. He tried hard to suppress an erection.

"Your son!" Samantha's free hand went to her mouth. "Wait... he's... I mean... we all know what he's doing." She stared at a son eating out his mother. "Without fucking consequence?"

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady." Eloise turned away from them and continued her descent.

"Sorry." Samantha pulled her eyes away from the strange room. "Not sorry," she whispered in Noah's ear. He nodded and followed Eloise. Samantha was grateful for the warm strength of his hand. She gave it a squeeze.

They moved back into darkness. Noah could hear Eloise murmuring with a faster cadence but didn't pick up any of the words this time. What was she saying? He wondered if they would see Kathy next. Or maybe Paul and his mother. The first window might set up something horrible on the next one. He could sense a mind working in the stairwell. If it wasn't Eloise's doing, then it was someone equally perverse.

They reached the nadir of darkness and light gained again. This time the illumination was softer and silver. They turned the bend and a window came into view.

"Is that... Kathy?" Samantha could see her naked friend by the light of the full moon falling into the room. She was lying on a bed with a woman in her arms. "I... um... I..." She tried to process what she was seeing. Her friend's olive skin and dark hair contrasted with the pale skin and blond hair of the woman in her arms. Kathy was also much larger than her naked companion. They both slept, the woman's face buried in Kathy's cleavage.

"That's not her room." Noah stared at the women through the window. The erection he'd been trying to fend off finally arrived. He needed to move it under his waistband, but he was afraid Eloise or Samantha would see him. He could turn his hips away from one of them to hide the maneuver, but the other would see. He decided he'd rather Samantha knew his dirty secret, so he turned his hips her way and quickly adjusted. She was so busy staring into the room, he didn't think she noticed.

"It's her parents'... oh... my... God. It's her parents' room." Samantha saw Noah shift his boner out of the corner of her eye. She might have judged him but for her own wet pussy. Shame seized her. She tried to look away and failed.

"She's sleeping with her mom." Noah didn't mind stating the obvious. It needed to be said. "I mean... I think they did it. It looks like..." His voice trailed off. "Where's Mr. Bly?"

"Mrs. Palmer?" Samantha rubbed her legs together.

"Mmmmmmm?" Eloise folded her arms and glanced at her eighteen-year-old companions.

"Are we seeing something that might happen if we don't do something?" Samantha refused to believe that what they were witnessing was real. There had to be some way to reason it away. "Like... is this a warning? If we don't act now, this will happen?"

"This is not Charles Dickens." Eloise shook her head. "I am nooooot... the Ghooost... of Christmas Paaaaast," she said in a mock spooky voice.

"Oh." Samantha frowned. It did not seem like a moment for levity.

"Come along then. I grow tired watching them sleep." Eloise yawned and descended the stairs again.

As they drew closer to the next window, Samantha could see a corner of her brother's room. They edged nearer and nearer, and her worst fears were realized. "Oh... no..." A lump formed in her throat. She saw her brother first. He was on his knees, naked, slamming into a woman in front of him. His belly jiggled violently with each thrust. As they moved still closer, Samantha saw who belonged to the rippling, round bottom her brother was nailing. Her mother's face was covered in cum and twisted nearly beyond recognition. She was screaming something, but the windows seemed to be soundproof. "I knew... they were doing it... but... seeing it..." Samantha stood next to her friend and stared at the horrid mating. "She looks so... tortured."

"Incorrect, dearie. That is a woman's bliss. Is this the first time you've seen such a thing?" Eloise's tone flattened, like she was guarding her words against upsetting the girl.

"Not like that." Samantha shook her head.

Noah stared at mother and son. He remembered why they were there. "So... how do we stop them?"

"That is a good question." Eloise rubbed her chin. "When thorny situations cropped up in the past, there was a man I would consult. But I don't trust him at the moment." She watched the pair fuck with a thoughtful expression on her freckled face.

Samantha put her face on Noah's shoulder, closing her eyes. "My mom's not like this. It's the painting."

"I know." Noah patted her back.

Eloise bit her tongue. She wanted to assure the young woman that her mother was exactly the ecstatic, fornicating woman before them. But it wasn't the time. "Come along. There is one last window before the end." She led them down the stairway.

"Are you okay?" Noah squeezed Samantha's clammy hand in the darkness.

"No. I don't think so." Samantha shuddered. "The worst part is that I can't stop thinking that I'm lucky my brother isn't... doing that to me. My poor mom is... is..." She took a deep breath. "I'm selfish."

"It's a lot to take in. You're an amazing person, Sam. We're just trying to get through this." He hoped his words were comforting. "If it was my mom, I don't know what I'd do."

"Yeah." Samantha wanted to change the subject. "You think the Botti household will be next?"

"Maybe we'll see Mrs. Botti praying the devil away." It sounded stupid, but Noah said it as a way to manifest it into reality. He said a prayer as they approached the final window. But it wasn't the Botti household they saw. It was his mother's office.

"Oh... no." Samantha's voice fell. On the other side of the window, Jessica had her hands up on the wall. Her clothes were strewn on the floor. Thomas controlled her completely with his hands on her hips, and his monstrous cock stretched her pussy. She had the same expression on her face as Samantha's mother. It was pure ecstasy. They had gone with Eloise to find out how to stop what was happening in Clover Falls before it was too late. It was already too late.

"Mom?" Noah watched his mother, his eyes darting. Her whole body shook, sometimes in different directions, and sometimes it would sync up. It was mesmerizing. He wasn't sure, but her body seemed to have more dramatic curves than it should. He watched her dangling breasts bounce. Yes, she was different. "What did you do to her?"

"This is what she wants, Noah." Eloise shrugged, thinking things through. "Your mother is now free of..."

"I know you brainwashed her, or something." Bitterness entered Noah's voice. "Not that. Her body. What did you do to her body?"

Samantha had been trying not to directly look at Jessica out of embarrassment for the poor woman. But now she let her gaze drift over her. Her body looked like it belonged to a fertility goddess. She thought back to what Jessica looked like a week ago wearing jeans and a sweater. She had changed. Samantha understood why Noah's mom had been wearing an oversized dress all evening. She turned to Eloise, waiting for a reply.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made," Eloise said. "She took the bargain of her own free will." She turned to the teenagers. "And you should, too." Her eyes brightened, a plan forming in her mind. She held her hand up to fend off Noah's protests. "This is how we best the other paintings. I cannot leave this house. But you can. And with my power flowing through you, you will be protected from whatever else lies waiting for you."

"You're not planting your flag on us. Eff that!" Noah turned to Samantha. "She wants us to make a deal with the devil."

"No, you would strike the bargain with me. Not him." She spat out the last two words.

"I think... I think it's too late for me anyway." Samantha released Noah's hand for the first time since they'd entered the stairwell and cupped her breasts. She hefted them for dramatic effect. "Whatever happened to your mom, Noah, is already happening to me."

"You made the deal with your painting?" Noah pulled his eyes away from his mom's shaking body and looked at Samantha's bouncing boobs. "I thought... I mean..." He really wished his boner would disappear. He prayed the women didn't notice.

"I didn't make any deal." She shook her head.

"It was some passive effect from the other painting. If you make the choice to join with me, that would be an active approbation. It would trump whatever the other painting did to you. I know it would." Eloise wondered if she should make the full pitch. "I... um... you would... well..." She wasn't used to feeling less than confident about anything. "My point is you would travel about with my protection around you. Like how the Nautilus protects Captain Nemo."

"What would the deal do to me? Would I be myself? Would you brainwash me?" Samantha stared at Eloise. It was ridiculous that an earth-shattering event like Jessica Reader getting humped by a Painted Man was happening nearby, and none of them were watching.

"No, Sam. Don't even think about it." Noah remembered how powerless he'd been in the Botti's tree house, and a sliver of doubt entered his mind.

"The deal only accentuates what you already possess. It primes you for the most honest and meaningful moments in your life. It does nothing to your mind." Eloise had never made her pitch like this. She was like Captain Nemo herself, truly in uncharted waters.

"Are you lying to me?" Samantha put her hands on her hips. She studied Eloise's face. "No, you're not."

"I'll do it, too. But only if you don't change my body." Noah straightened himself to his full height. Eloise was still taller. "Give me your protective energy, but don't do what you did to my mom." He glanced through the window and his penis jumped in his pants. He told himself that he would respond to any woman who looked like that and was doing... that. It wasn't his fault that it was his mom.

"This is all very unusual." Eloise spread her hands palms up. "I've struck this deal dozens of times over the years. No one has asked for -"

"Give it to us without the changes." Samantha nodded, backing up her friend.

After a long pause, Eloise forced a smile. "I cannot undo what the other painting did. I can only prevent it from doing more." Maybe. Nothing was sure here, but it might work.

"Let's make a deal." Samantha gave Noah a grim glance.

He nodded back at her.

"The bond, the pact, the contract made." Eloise frowned as she worked her way through how to word the second part. "I paid and received, and the Devil took his due. But you... owe the Devil nothing. I give my protection to you freely. All I need from you is your approbation."

"I approve," Samantha said.

"Yeah, do it." Noah felt heat spread all over his body. It tingled at first, then it burned. He looked for flames, but saw only a red glow. It even shone through his clothes. The window fell away. The stairs disappeared. Eloise was gone. He fell through black nothingness next to Samantha. Their combined glow was the only light in the whole world. They screamed together. When she reached out her hand, he took it, and they tumbled into the void as one.

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"Am I... uh... uh... better than your... black bauble?" Thomas gripped folds of Jessica's upper ass, slamming his full length into her.

"Nnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh," was all Jessica could say.

"Am I... better than... your silly husband?" When he got no reply, Thomas slapped her ass just as his mother had taught him. "Your husband... Mrs. Reader?"

"Eeeeegggghhhhhhhhhh." Her response was something between a croak and a groan.

"I'll take that... uh... uh... uh... as an... affirmative." Thomas smiled. Even though he was working hard, his skin was dry. He hadn't worked up a sweat in over a century. The only moisture on his person was the frothy mess covering his cock and splashing onto his hips, stomach, and thighs. "There is one other... and only one other... who could produce this feeling... inside you. Can you guess the man?"

"Uuuuggghhhhhhhh." Jessica spasmed. The monstrous, icy thing stroked in her belly, sending sparks flying in front of her eyes. She was aware that he was asking her questions, but she was completely unable to answer.