Wood Grove: The Family Darkness

Like every town, Wood Grove has its good sides, and its bad sides. Rich, poor, respectable, criminal- the people of the Grove are like people everywhere, more or less. Except when it comes to the secrets they keep- the hot, dark, midnight-hidden acts they are helpless to resist.

This is one of a loosely-connected series of standalone tales set in the same town. No other parts need to be read to enjoy this episode. All characters in sexual situations are over 18, and all comments will be gratefully received.

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Love was Lily Pierce's downfall.

At school, she'd been loved in return, the most popular girl, the one everyone had idolized. She was kind, caring, as well as pretty. She was the only member of the Pierce family anyone had time for, the rest of her clan being as rich and psychopathic as the most powerful citizens of Wood Grove had ever been. Her teen years had been happy times, inseparable as she'd been from her Diane, her best friend.

But puberty had awakened a darker, more intense side to the love she shared with the world. It led her astray, into the arms of a boy from the wrong side of town, who she believed with all her heart she could change from his criminal ways.

Instead, she had ended up pregnant and abandoned in Blue Meadows, the poorest part of the Grove, cut off from her family. Not that her family could have saved her, or even themselves: They found themselves ruined financially, their businesses and property broken up and sold on, their place in the Grove taken by the Koners, the ravenous, predatory family that Diane had married into.

She'd done her best with Reese, and he'd been such a model son, able to attend the town's private school thanks to a family scholarship untouched by the bankruptcy, even becoming friends with Trey, Diane's shy, insular son. But the same darkness was in him to, and Lily despaired to think his lusts would take him down a corrupting path.

He'd ended up working as a mechanic, the education he'd received ultimately counting for little in a world where his family's name was mud. He was a kind young man, and looked after her, the both of them too poor to live apart. It was difficult, not least when he started bringing women home.

Lily gave him as much room as she could, but it was torture for her. She'd forgone her own pleasures for years, despite her dark, driving need, to raise her son in stability in the darkness of the Meadows. Now he was out hunting, as young men did, indulging in all the things she desired. It soured their relationship, though Reese had no inkling why.

The most horrible twist came when Diane Koner seduced him, and he began spending long nights away with her. It burned Lily, tore her apart from the inside out. It was always going to hurt her, but perhaps the pain would have been less if he hadn't kept it from her. They had always been honest with each other, trusted each other. But his affair with Diane was a secret, until she left a deeply explicit voice-mail on the apartment phone.

It shamed Reese, and he was so apologetic- but Lily was hurt, and didn't forgive him as she should have. And all the while, she knew that Diane had done it deliberately, as one of her messed-up head games. Diane had always been in possession of a mean streak, and the years had only made her worse.

After a while the affair ended, Diane presumably having grown bored of her latest toy. Lily had already sunk into a depression, and began to drink. She worked at the public school library, but spent as much time on sick leave as in work, from persistent hangovers rather than actual ill-health.

*

It was as much an impossible situation for Reese as his mother. He worked hard to look after both of them, after all- his mother's pay barely covered the living expenses. So he partied hard when he had the chance. He didn't run with a gang, never caused trouble. He didn't understand what the matter was.

Except he did, really. He didn't want to face it, but he knew. He had trouble controlling his urges, resisting the call of his desires. On some level, he knew it was the same for his mother. He also knew that he should never have started an affair with Diane Koner, but when his dick started thinking, the rest of his brain shut down. And Diane was an irresistibly good fuck.

Every time he fucked her, though, there was something missing. As pleasurable as it was, and as perfect as she was- gorgeous body, dirty as all-hell, an experienced older woman as he'd always lusted after- he could feel a connection that should have been there, but wasn't. It drove him nuts, like an itch he couldn't scratch, made worse when she stopped returning his calls.

He stalked the apartment like a caged bear, as his mother sunk herself into an alcoholic stupor.

Things could not go on like this. Both of them were ready to explode.

*

She'd woken feeling sick, but after seeing Reece's face staring at her in disgust over breakfast, she went to work anyway. A day spent in a daze, on painkillers, her long dark hair a mess teased up into as orderly a style as she could manage. She hadn't done the laundry in a while, and found herself having to go out in her evening wear- a short black skirt, red blouse that showed perhaps too much cleavage. She could feel eyes on her all day, staring at her ample ass, moving down over her naked legs, her high-heeled, buckled court shoes. She'd been a real looker once, but had put on too much weight. Her breasts had become pendulous, growing a shocking amount during her pregnancy, and had never been the same again. Her paunch was held in place with magic panties, but there wasn't much she could do about her curves, her wide hips.

She stopped at a bar on her way home, and came within a drink of going to a hotel with a salesman in a soiled, cheap suit.

The last thing she needed, after already feeling ashamed, was the cold shoulder from Reece when she got back.

"How was your day?" she asked.

"You're drunk," came the reply.

He sat at the kitchen table, shaking his head. He was showered, obviously not long from work himself.

"So what?" she said, an edge in her voice.

"So have some fucking self respect!" he exploded. She froze. Despite everything, he'd never cursed at her.

"Don't you speak to me like that," she said, her voice icy, the drink in her belly burning hot.

"Someone has too! Look at yourself. You're a mess, and I don't know why. What the hell happened that-"

"You happened!" she spat. "You and that bitch. Did you bring her here?" They were both on their feet, practically face to face, scarlet red with anger at each other. "Did you fuck your whore in this house?"

"So that's what this is about," he said, shaking his head. "Shit, that's pathetic."

She was screaming at him now.

"Did you fuck her diseased cunt in this kitchen? In my fucking bed? Is that what gets you off?" His face was contorted, pain and anger in a toxic mix.

"If you weren't my mother, I'd-"

"You'd what?"

He turned away.

"Sleep this off. I don't want to look at you."

She hit him, a stinging slap across his face, hard enough that his head whipped sideways. In a white hot second, the anger flashed out if her as she realized the terrible thing she'd done.

"Reese, oh God, no, I'm sorry, I-"

He spun back, teeth gritted, nothing in his eyes but rage. He grabbed her, painfully, and she gasped, his hands digging into her arms, bruising her.

"Please Reese, I didn't-"

She moaned in pain as he hurled her round, her back hitting the wall. Tears started to run down her cheeks, smearing her make-up, blurring her vision-

-but despite this, she caught a glance of eyes once more, not filled with rage-

-filled with hunger.

He yanked up her skirt, before digging his fingers into the waistband of her large panties. He pulled them down, hard, scratching her skin.

She hadn't been keeping her pubic hair trimmed, so a thick dark thatch surrounded the pink hint of her cunt. He pressed his hand to her, finding her wet, even as she struggled.

"Please-"

He shook with adrenaline, digging his stiff dick out of his pants with a little difficulty. She glimpsed it as she looked down, a magnificent, thick length of meat. She felt a sticky heat between her legs as he fumbled with it, jabbing it against her. He didn't have the angle right, and she stiffened as his penis touched the intimate slickness of her labia, but couldn't penetrate, not while he used his other hand to hold her in place.

Without a word, she stopped struggling. She lifted her hand to his face, touched him tenderly. He looked at her, into her eyes.

She raised her leg, lifting it against him, opening her most secret, sacred place for him. He ran his hand against her leg, lifting her.

His penis angled upwards, and he entered her.

He shoved in, hard and deep, and her back banged against the wall. She howled, breath ragged, nails scratching into his hips as he fucked her. Every thrust was at his pleasure, her tunnel gripping him as the slick friction consumed her.

She bit his lip, almost drawing blood, before kissing him, tonguing him as he drilled into her. He drew his mouth back, slipped his penis out of her. He pulled her over to the kitchen table, bent her double, yanked her skirt up, before driving into her from behind.

"God, no," she moaned, as her body responded with soaking wet delight. He ravaged her, his thick cock pounding in and out of her, as she pressed back on her heels.

He groaned, and his cock pulsed in orgasm. She could feel her son release himself, felt the added slickness of his semen as he slowed his stroke, every spurt directed towards her womb.

She leaned on the table, almost in tears, exhausted suddenly. She couldn't look at him. She was spent.

She was still horny as all hell.

He slipped his dick out of her cunt, leaving her spread out against the table.

She tried to say his name-

-The words froze in her throat as his tongue slid into her asshole.

She felt her eyes roll back into her head at the intensity of sensation. His wet, agile tongue darted back and fore over her anus, tasting her earthy sweat, burrowing into her. She could feel her pussy practically gush with arousal, as another glob of semen spilled out from her.

His finger pushed his seed over her labia, massaging her as he tongued her, teasing her used cunthole before sliding up to her clit. He rubbed her small, hard flesh, squeezed it very lightly, before masturbating her rhythmically.

"Reese!" she cried, tears wetting her cheeks as she came.

*

Her bed. Naked, sweating, pierced again and again by his relentless cock. They tasted each other, neither caring about the mess they made on and in each of their bodies. No barriers between them, no guilt, no thought of consequence.

He fucked her raw, from behind, his hands gripping her large, sagging breasts, roaming over her rounded, middle-aged belly, prick pounding into her hairy, warm pie, her back to his young, muscled stomach, her neck arched back, kissing him, her filled, him deep, deep, so deep, so deep, coming and coming and coming and

*

and then it was morning.

She woke up, the haze slowly lifting. The bed was a mess, her hair mussed and tangled. Her body felt coated in sweat and God knew what else. She could still feel slickness between her legs, and the warmth of a sleeping body beside her.

What had they done? What the fuck had they done?

She pulled the sheets back, swung out her legs. Felt a sickness in her stomach that had nothing to do with the drink. Her shoulders felt heavy, and she raised a shaking hand to her face to rub her forehead.

She could smell his musk on her hand.

She felt a pain in her chest, suffocating. She needed to get away. She stood-

-his hand caught her arm, a light touch. He was awake.

He sat up, moving carefully next to her. His hand caressed the back if her head.

He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips.

"Baby, no, this is so wrong-"

"No. It isn't." He pressed a finger tenderly to her lips. "But I was wrong, Mom. I hurt you last night. I shouldn't have. I was in pain-"

"No! I was the one who hurt you! I never would have-"

"It's fine. It's all fine. We're fine." Before she could protest, he manoeuvred her back, to lie on the bed again. "We're happy. We should be happy."

He parted her legs, his thumbs running over her bush before tracing the moist flesh of her eager lips, opening them. He bowed his head, and licked her. Her legs tensed, and she gasped, her breasts shaking with her motion.

Her moisture rose for him as his tongue entered her, moving one hand to caress the swell of her tummy. She'd hated the weight she'd put on over the years, the fact she was a few pounds heavier than she should be. She couldn't stand the wrinkled bump of her stomach, her sagging breasts, her stretch marks.

Yet her son had revelled all night in all of her, in every mark life had given her, as he did now, devouring the warm taste of her pussy. His tongue slid up and down her sex, before dipping into her hole, making her quiver. He worshipped her, eating her chalice thoroughly, before slipping his tongue to her clit. He pressed it, hard, rubbing it gently inside his mouth.

Her orgasm rose, her hands grasping the bedsheets, and she cried out, the noise rising up from deep inside her center.

"Yes!" she howled. "God, yes!" He lifted his head up, his body rising too, and he kissed her. The warm wave of ecstasy engulfed her, his mouth wet with her pussy, wetting her mouth in turn, his clever fingers prolonging the euphoria.

She felt him hard against her belly. Her hand wrapped around him, but she saw him wince. He was red raw from their lovemaking, anxious for release, but obviously sore.

She was gentle, masturbating him slowly, carefully. She licked her hand, and he groaned at the damp stroke. She jerked the rim of his cockhead, stimulating it, trying not to cause his shaft pain from the friction.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned, and came, thin spurts of semen landing across her side, her belly, his load light after a long night of filling her.

They kissed, their bodies fulfilled in each other.

*

They lived for a time as private lovers, not revealing anything to the outside world of their relationship. Reese began to plan for the future, imagining a place they could go where they could openly be together, a new life beyond the Meadows, beyond Wood Grove. He believed what they did was a secret.

He was wrong.

*

He walked through the door of the apartment, smiling to himself, feeling the comfortable warmth in his crotch, knowing that his mother had taken to meeting him with a long kiss, and a satisfying blow-job.

"Mom?" he said. There was no answer. Immediately, he knew something felt strange in the house, and he realized that they had company of some sort.

He walked into the kitchen- and saw his mother, pale and scared, sat opposite Trey Koner and a blonde, spectacled woman he didn't recognize.

He could still tell it was his old friend, even though the changes in him were incredible. He looked assured, confident, handsome. Reese was also painfully aware of all the things he'd been doing with Trey's mother.

"Hello, Reese," said Trey. "It's good to see you. It's been a very, very long time." He gestured to the woman. This is my, ah, therapist, Dr Reagan. The doctor and I have been working through some- issues, you could say. With my mother."

Reese was confused. Why wouldn't his own mother look at him? What was it about the situation that felt so wrong?

Why did he feel so terrified?

As if reading his thoughts, Trey nodded.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can see your troubled by all of this. It's an- effect I have on people. One I've cultivated with Dr Reagan's help. Your nervous system is, as we speak, trying to crawl out of your skin because it sees me as a dangerous rival. But I'm not here as a threat to you, Reese. Not to you or the wonderful arrangement you have with your beautiful mother. I'm here to make reparations for my own mother's terrible treatment of you."

"What are you?" said Reese, unable to keep a tremor from his voice.

"I suppose," said Trey with a smirk. "I'm the human equivalent of a pack leader. An alpha male."

"What do you mean, reparations?"

It was Dr Reagan's turn to talk, in a low, husky voice.

"You've been used as Diane Koner's plaything. We've been carefully re-educating her, and in the course of doing so, found out about the sadistic pleasure she took in hurting you both. As recompense, we're here to offer you a role in our organization, a generous salary, and our sincere apologies."

"If I don't-" said Reese

Trey cut him off.

"Best not to," he said.

Reese closed his eyes, sighed.

"Ok," he said, and his mother stifled a sob. He looked at her, confused.

"Wise," said Trey. "However, it might not have been your fault, but I can't let slide the fact that you have been fucking my mother, and as recompense to me, in turn, you're going to have to watch me violate yours."

"No-" The word caught in his throat.

"Sorry," said Trey with a sorrowful shake of his head. "It has to be this way."

Reese found himself paralysed as Trey stood, feeding his thick, stiffening dick out of the fly of his suit pants. Lily just sat there, in tears, as Trey pressed his cock to her cheek, masturbating. Reese couldn't take his eyes off, though he wished he could.

"Come over here," said Dr Reagan. Reese obeyed, walking over to her chair. She sat there in a blue blouse and black skirt, cross legged, one foot bouncing up and down, casually displaying an expensive Louboutin high heel.

"Open your mouth," said Trey, and Lily did. He fed his penis in, and she sucked him. Reese felt his pulse quicken, and realized he was getting hard.

"Oh," said the doctor with interest. Before he could protest, she started to rub his crotch through his jeans.

Trey had his hand behind Lily's head now, and was thrusting in. She made strangled noises, his every drive forward merciless.

Reagan opened Reese's pants, and he gasped as she started to stroke him. He glanced down at her, breaking his eyes away from the vile, erotic scene in front of him for the first time. She didn't seem particularly aroused, stroking his length with a detached curiosity more than anything else.

His eyes shot back up at the sound if his mother gagging. Trey was forcing it in, deep, watching her struggle. At the last moment, as she turned crimson, he pulled out, leaving her red-faced and breathing hard, as he jerked his slick cock.

Despite his horror, Reese was hard as a rock, and the doctor masturbated him with some skill. He felt the pre-come leak from his cockhole.

Trey was jerking furiously now, obviously close. His hand closed around her hair in a fist, yanking her head back. She yelped in pain.

"Yessss," he hissed, and ejaculated. His jism spattered onto her face, over her cheeks, her chin, into her mouth. As he watched, Reese felt his own seed begin to rise.

"Wait," said Reagan, sensing his desire, slowing her stroke to prevent him reaching climax.

Trey stayed holding Lily's hair back, keeping her come-covered face in the same position. He held his now-flaccid penis, an expression of discomfort on his face.

Suddenly, he moaned with relief, the discomfort replaced with a grin, as a stream of clear piss splashed onto Lily. It washed over her, sprayed over the semen streaks. She gasped and spluttered as it streamed into her mouth, before overflowing down her chin, her clothes.

Reese howled in anger, even as Reagan stroked him hard, and he began to come.

His mother cried, make-up running, Trey's fluid having soaked her, humiliated her. Trey laughed, even as Reese shot his own load, hard, onto the tiles of the kitchen.

"There," said Trey. "That really wasn't so bad, was it?"