Something in the Water Pt. 04

This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.

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Roy got home and closed the door behind him. He was breathing hard and sweating. He felt great. He felt on top of the world. He also felt a little strange. He had just lost his virginity to his friend's mom. With his friend's dad standing in the hallway. His fevered brain couldn't quite process all that had just happened.

"Hello, Mom, I'm home." Roy dropped his backpack in the hallway and walked toward the kitchen.

"In here, Roy." Amanda pulled her casserole from the oven and covered it with aluminum foil. She placed her oven mitts on the Formica countertop. She reached behind her back and untied her apron. She slid it over her head and folded it neatly. She looked forward to spending a little time with her gentle son, even if that time was in front of the television.

"Mom, it's been a crazy day." Roy stepped into the kitchen. His mom looked lovely. She more than filled out her periwinkle blue housedress. The fabric gapped in between the buttons on the front. Roy could maybe see some bra in the gaps. Where had his skinny little mother gone? If she wasn't his mom, he might think she was a doll. And with his newfound confidence, he might make a pass at her. Who knows? But she was his mom. He looked down at the linoleum floor.

"My word, Roy, look at you." Amanda was about to place the folded apron on the kitchen counter, but she stopped with her arm outstretched when she saw her son. His hair was a mess. His sweater was untucked and bunched around one shoulder. He was huffing and puffing, his large stomach rapidly rising and falling. And he looked wet and sticky. "You'll need to shower before dinner."

"Ah, come on, Mom. Can I shower after dinner?" Roy pulled off his sweater and held it in his right hand. His button-up undershirt was also untucked. "Dad and Sis here for dinner?"

"No, it's just us. Your father is working late again. And Annie is off with that Connors boy at the drive-in." Amanda finished setting the apron down on the kitchen counter. She then waved her hand in front of her nose. "Gosh, Roy, you really do need a shower. That smell." But then something crept into her mind with that scent, and she didn't mind it anymore. Her vagina, with a mind of its own, started gushing like it was a special night with Nathaniel.

Roy stood fixed in place, watching his mom squirm. What was she doing?

"Well, darling, if you won't take yourself to the shower ..." Amanda walked with sudden purpose over to Roy, turned him toward the stairs, and pushed his shoulders. "... I'll have to take you."

"Mom?" Roy stumbled and then walked toward the stairs.

"No back talk, young man. We're going to clean you off before dinner." Amanda followed him up the stairs and steered him into the pink washroom. She turned on the shower and then turned him back around and began unbuttoning his undershirt. "You can leave that sweater on the floor, I'll put all these things in the laundry."

"Okay." Roy was confused, but he dropped the sweater. He let her unbutton and remove his shirt. She dropped it on the sweater. She then unbuttoned his pants, pulled them off, and dropped them on the pile. She squatted down and pulled off his socks. Of course, she hadn't undressed him in a long, long, time. The washroom started to fill with steam.

"One last thing." Amanda pulled down his briefs. Her son's soft penis dangled out in the open. Her hands stopped, still holding the briefs around his knees. "I'd forgotten that you were so ... different from your father." She finished pulling down his briefs and Roy stepped out of them. "Now in you go." There was another smell that caught Amanda's nose, even more enchanting than his teenage sweat. Amanda couldn't quite place it. Her panties had become uncomfortably saturated. She'd never experienced anything quite like what her body was doing. The feeling would surely pass. Best to ignore it and clean her boy.

"Uh. Okay." Roy stepped into the shower and put his hand up to close the curtain. The warm water cascaded over his head, pushing his brown hair into his eyes.

"No." Amanda pushed his hand away and left the curtain open. "When you're this dirty, Roy, you need your mother's help." She pushed up her sleeves to her elbows and grabbed the bar of soap. She rubbed it over his back.

"You don't have to." Roy stepped forward so the water fell on his shoulders. He pushed his hair back with his right hand and watched her out of the corner of his eye as she rubbed at his back with vigor. Baseball, baseball, baseball. The last thing Roy needed at the moment was a boner.

"Don't be silly, darling. It's a mother's job." Amanda moved to his armpits. Satisfied with those suds, her hand brought the soap to his big belly. She bent down and rubbed. Her eyes drifted down to his penis. "That certainly is a big guy you have hanging down there." Even soft, it was bigger than Nathaniel's biggest erection. The foreskin halfway covered the head. She could see the network of protruding veins. "Well, we'll have to clean that too."

Roy stepped back and the water fell on his head again, rushing down the front of his body. He pushed his hair out of his eyes again and held it back on his head with his right hand. He blinked through shower droplets and watched his mom sit down on the edge of the tub and reach out with both hands, the bar of soap in her right. The water washed away the soap bubbles on his belly. And streamed over his dick.

"It's important to get under the foreskin." Amanda moved the skin back and forth, back and forth with her left hand. Her son's penis started to rise. "Well, hello, big guy."

The pink washroom was completely filled with steam. Roy couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched his mom clearly tug on his dick. He didn't know what to do.

After a minute, her hands slowed down and she shook her head a couple times. "Oh no." Amanda blinked her eyes. What was she doing? She dropped the soap into the tub and pulled her hands away. "Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to." She stood up and looked at her dress, wet from splashing water. "I have to get changed. You finish cleaning yourself up." And just like that, she disappeared out the washroom door.

Roy reached down and grabbed his dick. It was now rock-hard. As he finished the tug-job his mom had started, he thought about recent events. First his mom in the kitchen. Then Mrs. Riles. Now his mom again. But once she'd cleaned him pretty good, she'd lost interest. Roy was no dummy. It seemed simple enough. When he was sweating, women couldn't resist him. When the sweat was gone, not so much. Roy was about ready to bust thinking about the next part.

He needed to test his theory. But with his mom? Well, if it worked with her, he rationalized, it would work with anyone. And he wouldn't take it too far. He wasn't some sort of pervert.

And the beauty of it was, he was about the sweatiest guy he knew. This was a gift from God.

Roy grunted and sprayed great streams of gooey cum all over the tub.

Great, now he'd have to clean that up.

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Patrick snuck out his bedroom window and dropped down to the lawn. Susy had said that she didn't want to see him until dinner. She didn't say that he needed to stay in his room. And there was plenty of time to ride over to the library, look up a few things, and ride home. He grabbed his bike and set off.

With the wind in his hair, Patrick turned his bike down Main Street. And there, on the sidewalk, he saw the investigators again. A tall man in a gray suit, bowtie, and fedora accompanied by a shapely woman with an elegant dress, red hair, and Brownline glasses. It was them.

Ever since Patrick had kissed his mom, he'd felt not quite himself. A little more bold. More brave. He turned his bike and hopped it up onto the sidewalk and stopped in front of the cosmopolitan couple, blocking their path. "I hear you're interested in meteors."

"Capital." Mark exchanged a quick look with his wife and then offered Patrick a broad smile. "How can we be of service, young man?"

"Well, I'm interested too. Name's Patrick Lannit." Patrick stuck out his hand. This sort of introduction really was out of character. It felt good. A welcome change.

"Mark and Donna Farmer." Mark shook Patrick's hand with a dry, firm grip, pumping up and down. When he was done, Donna offered her hand with a gentle but crisp shake. Mark leaned in like they were friendly conspirators. "Tell us about it, kid."

Patrick told them that he'd seen the blue streak in the sky and felt the earthquake. That he'd noticed strange behavior in town. Absences at school. Clothes no longer fitting some citizens. Patrick felt outgoing, but not so much that he shared with them his own changes, or how his mom's boobs and hips had grown.

"Very interesting, young detective. Donna, take a note, will you?" Mark turned to his wife.

"Already there, my lord." Donna had pulled her small notepad from her purse and jotted Patrick's observations down.

"Excellent, my lady." Mark turned back to Patrick. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Patrick nodded and adjusted his glasses with his right hand. His left hand held his handlebars to keep the bicycle upright. He then told them about the dusty book in the library that chronicled the three meteors from five hundred years ago.

"So, you've found one of Cobb's books. Good work, lad." Mark rubbed his chin. "I like you, Patrick Lannit. Your beguiling confidence reminds me of myself at your age. How would you like to join our team as a junior investigator?"

Patrick nodded. This was so cool.

"Great." Mark clapped Patrick on the shoulder. "You're the perfect man to observe this town from the inside. Why don't you take the weekend to survey and note anything else out of the ordinary, and we'll meet at the library on Monday? When's a good time for you?"

"I can be there at three-thirty." Patrick's face was stuck on a huge, goofy smile.

"Capital. We'll see you then." Mark gave Patrick a big friendly wave and guided his wife around the bicycle toward the restaurant.

Donna gave Patrick a more modest wave and a sweet smile.

Patrick waved back, hopped back on the bike, and pedaled back toward home. The library could wait. He wanted to sneak back into his room and start writing his observations down into a notebook, like Donna Farmer had. He was, after all, an official investigator now.

~~

Axcix gurgled a chuckle in her aquatic home as she reviewed the latest data. This was the beauty of starting with reproduction. Its pull over almost any species was supreme. And the dominant species on this planet was no different.

There were still individuals that would resist, but much less than if she'd just started with wholesale physiological shifts, as some of her sisters had done. Mating was at the core of any successful species. And she was learning so much watching these mammals fornicate.

With luck, this would be a long process, with many iterations. As long as she avoided interruption. And Axcix hadn't yet settled on what to do with those bent on disrupting her beautiful experiment.

~~

Mark looked across the table at his lovely wife as she dug into her second burger of the evening. He adjusted his bowtie and thought about Donna's appetite. To tell the truth, it had been a tad excessive lately. He was too polite to mention it, but common decency said nothing about taking notes. The Lannit boy hadn't said anything about hunger. Mark would have to ask him on Monday. He'd make a note of it. "Good burger, Donna?"

"Hhhnmmmmmm." Donna ripped off another bite and chewed heartily. There was something slightly feral in the way she demolished her food.

"Well, enjoy." Mark sipped at his milkshake. He looked around the diner. It was a typical early crowd for a Thursday evening, he supposed. Lots of young people. A few retirees. And ... Mark did a double take. In a booth catty-cornered from where Mark and Donna sat, five people ate together. What caught his attention was not their dark suits and dresses. Or that the men in the group wore sunglasses and hats indoors; heathens. Or that each of them seemed to have brought their own sandwiches and water, despite going to an establishment that served both. What interested Mark, exceedingly, was that he knew one of the women.

Dr. Gertrude Cobb was a historian who had written several books on the quincentenary meteors. That she was in Portsmith, could only mean that this group was on the same trail as Mark and his wife. This could finally be it. They might have actually found another transformative meteor.

"Capital." Mark looked back at Donna.

"What?" Donna wiped her mouth with her napkin and signaled to the waitress. She needed another hamburger.

"Don't stare, my lady, but Gertrude Cobb sits at a table to your seven o'clock." Mark took another sip of his milkshake.

"Really?" Donna turned and glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was Dr. Cobb. Donna didn't recognize the two women with Gertrude, but the two men were obviously government. "This isn't good."

"No?" Mark frowned. He was so excited to see a prominent researcher in the same field.

The waitress stepped up and Donna ordered another burger and fries. The waitress then walked off to put in the order.

"Don't you see. It means this could be it." Donna looked at her husband, her green eyes large through her glasses. "And if Gertrude Cobb has been brought in, they have resources. They will almost certainly unlock the mystery before we do." Donna paused to take a long drink of water. She drained her glass.

"Oh, I don't know." Mark's frown deepened.

"This is a sign, Mark," Donna said. "Let's leave this mystery to Gertrude and her team. There are other mysteries in our future. What about that barn in Montana? Why don't we go home, have a rest, and then drive up to Montana?"

"It's a challenge, Donna. Unlock the mystery before a renowned expert." Mark eyed the group with Gertrude. They did look professional. "Our names will be remembered forever. We would become renowned experts ourselves."

The waitress dropped off Donna's third hamburger.

"I ... don't ... like it," Donna said as she chewed.

Mark watched his pretty wife stuff her face. He didn't like it either. But he would get to the bottom of it.

~~

"You feeling okay, sugar?" Susy looked across the dining table at Patrick and tried on a warm, bright smile. The Lannit family sat at their nightly dinner and everything seemed so normal at the moment. They would conquer the troublesome patch of mother-son relationship tomorrow morning, with the good advice of Dr. Epman. She just wished they didn't have to wait till the next day to seek help. Like in most things, waiting was the hardest part.

"I'm fine, Mom." Patrick was not fine. He looked up from his plate. He finished chewing his meatloaf. He was hungry today, but not as hungry as he'd been. He met his mother's deep, brown eyes. Patrick had always known that his mother was beautiful. And since he'd hit puberty, he'd dreamed of having a girl like Susy. But those dreams had twisted in his mind recently. He now wanted the genuine article. Which was impossible. Patrick sighed. And now he'd made it even worse by inexplicably groping and kissing her earlier. Now he had to see a doctor.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Susy watched him.

"Leave the boy alone, Susy." Fred, who sat to Susy's right, gave her a stern look. "He's probably moping about some girl." Fred turned his focus on Patrick. "That it, Pat? Some doll got you down?"

Patrick nodded his head. Well, it was true. He adjusted his glasses and looked at his father. The man was tall, handsome, and confident. Girls had always chased Fred Lannit. Patrick happened to be the opposite of his father. What could he do about it?

"Well, Pat." Fred put down his fork and gave his son a resolute nod. The man knew his advice was gold. "You can't let this girl make the decision for you. In life, you have to be able to win the difficult prizes." Fred reached over and rubbed his wife's back. "You think your mother said yes when I first asked her out? You have to be persistent."

Patrick looked back and forth between his parents. He worked hard not to let his gaze fall to his mother's round boobs, tucked away in her ill-fitting dress. "It's complicated, Dad."

Susy's cheeks warmed with blush. Given her son's antics lately, she could guess what was going through his head. Maybe she'd need to help find the kid a girlfriend. Maybe at eighteen, it was time for him to get a little more interested in girls his own age. She pondered this.

"Nonsense." Fred removed his hand from Susy's back and dropped his fist to the table, rattling the dinnerware. "Take life by the horns. I want to see you get what you want, Pat."

Patrick knew his father meant that Fred wanted Patrick to want and get what Fred wanted. Patrick rubbed his forehead.

"Pat should make that girl his." Fred looked back at his wife. "Don't you agree, dear?"

"Yes, dear." Susy nodded, her brown ponytail bobbing. Her countenance turned serious. She was thinking about friends who had daughters Patrick's age. The doctor was sure to help, but this would be an excellent backup plan.

~~

At about the same time the Lannits were enjoying meatloaf, Amanda served dinner on television trays. Roy and Amanda ate in silence, which was a great relief to Amanda. She did not want to talk to Roy after the incident in the shower. They each had second helpings, but no more. That was another relief. She had been so hungry lately, but that hunger was starting to die down.

After she'd cleared away their dishes, they both sat down on the opposite ends of the couch to watch Dragnet. Amanda covered herself in a quilt and watched the screen, making no eye contact with Roy.

Roy also covered himself in the warmest blanket he could find. Sure enough, in a few minutes, the first beads of sweat tricked down his forehead. "How are you doing, Mom?" Time to see if he was right about his perspiration.

"Fine, darling." Amanda squirmed a little under her blanket. After their shower, she'd taken out her ponytail, and her dark hair curled around her on the back of the couch. She pulled the quilt up under her chin.

"Good." Roy waited, pretending to watch the television while keeping her in his peripheral vision. Her squirming continued.

By the next commercial break, Roy could see rhythmic movement under the quilt. Amanda's breathing caught in her throat. She held her breath, and then let it out in a series of small gasps. She was clearly masturbating while they watched their show.

Roy's experiment worked. He threw off the blanket. Time to cool down and let his mom off the hook.

"Roy?" Amanda's gaze left the television and moved to her son. He looked so handsome sitting there. "About what happened earlier, Roy." Amanda's right hand continued its assault on her vagina. Her arm had snaked past her skirt, and two of her fingers wiggled inside her. A little earlier, she'd pulled her panties out of the way. She was confident her son couldn't tell what she was doing.

"Don't worry about it, Mom." Roy watched her with widening eyes. He needed to stop sweating this instant.

"I just want you to ... uh ... know that I'm here to ... oohhhh ... help you whenever you need me." Amanda willed her hand to stop its movements, but it felt too good. And, come to think of it, she didn't care if Roy knew what she was doing after all.

Baseball, baseball, baseball. "Thanks." Roy felt a lump in his throat. Despite cumming twice already that day, his dick grew. Now he wished he'd still had his blanket on.

"Oh my gosh." Amanda was about to find release. She could see the impossibly large bulge growing in her son's pants. She leaned her head back on the couch, her eyes rolled back, and the soft waves of an orgasm enveloped her.