Something in the Water Pt. 05

Several minutes later, Amanda finally looked up. In the mirror, she saw a wild-eyed woman with dark hair flinching with each lunge from the boy behind her. His semen clung to her chin. The cross around her neck bounced back and forth, hanging below her neck. Her new boobs shook inside her new bra, jiggling crazily every time he bottomed out. So deep. She grunted like an animal and looked over her shoulder. Her son had a frenzied look in his eyes, staring down at her backside. Sweat flowed down his forehead. She felt like they were indeed wild animals.

"What did ... uh ... uh ... the pastor ... tell you?" Roy could see the white froth from his mom's pussy on his dick with every back thrust.

"I praise ... His grace ... I need no heaven ... but what God ... provides. Thank you ... Jesus." Amanda could barely get the words out. She looked back at the crazed woman in the mirror. In all her life, she'd never been so enslaved by pleasure. She wanted this act of mating to go on forever.

"Okay." Roy watched Amanda's face in the mirror. He could see the ecstasy and the loss of control etched on her pretty features. "Now say this ... instead. 'I praise ... ah ... my son's dick. I need no heaven ... but what Roy ... provides my pussy. Thank you ... Jesus.'"

"No." Amanda shook her head. "Ooooohhhhhhhhh." Her vagina spasmed on his penis. She was rocked by the most intense orgasm yet.

"Say it." Roy pounded harder with long, punishing strokes. He could see the little muscles in her back under her bra strap tense each time he slammed home.

Amanda braced herself against the assault. When she'd recovered from her orgasm, she knew that she couldn't deny her son anything. How had he gotten so good at this? How had she lived her whole life without knowing what sex could be like? "Oh, my gosh, Roy. I'll say it." Who was this woman in the mirror? "I praise my son's penis ... uh ... uh ... uh ... I need no heaven ... oooohhhhh ... but what Roy ... provides my vagina. Thank you ... Jesus."

"Dick and pussy, Mom." Roy watched his mother surrender. "Say dick and pussy."

"I need ... dick ... dick ... dick ... I need ... no heaven ... but what you ... provide to my pussy ... Roy. Oh, sweet Jesus." And with that, a new, intense bliss spread from her core as Roy let loose a torrent in her pussy. As the rapture passed through her, she knew she was his.

They both still gasped for breath a few minutes later when Roy pulled out, turned her around, and sat her on the edge of the sink. He stood up on his toes and slammed his dick into her pussy. It was the first time he got it into a woman by himself without any hassle. Amanda squealed, unable to comprehend that a man wanted to put a third load inside her.

Roy buried his face in her bra covered boobs and began slow steady strokes.

"Mom? Mom, where are you?" Annie's voice filtered in through the door.

Amanda frantically tried to push at Roy's shoulders. "We have to stop."

"No way." Roy kept up his slow, steady pace. He grabbed the upper part of her butt and pressed her forward to meet his thrusts. He looked up at her contorted face.

"Okay." Defeated, she looked down into his brown eyes. "But be quiet."

"Sure." He buried his face back in her cleavage and went about his business.

"I'm in here, darling," Amanda called through the door. "Taking a shower."

"Hey, Mom." Annie's voice was right out in the hall. "I'm going out with Bobby now."

"Okay ... Annie." Amanda winced as she felt Roy's penis push things around in her belly.

"See you later." Annie's voice faded as she ran down the stairs.

"Bye." Amanda closed her eyes and let Roy do as he pleased.

"Say it, Mom." Roy pushed himself all the way in and held his dick there. He could feel his mom's pussy clutching at his dick.

"Your dick ... is heaven ... in my pussy." Amanda put her arms around her boy's shoulders. "Thank you, Jesus."

"That's good." Roy pulled almost all the way out and slammed home. He controlled her with his hands. He dominated her with his words. And he possessed her with his dick. "I can't believe ... I didn't want to fuck you ... at first. You're the best ... uh ... uh ... pussy yet."

"Oh, no. Roy, you ... didn't." Amanda's eyes went wide. She looked down at his messy, brown hair. The cross lay on her chest, just above his forehead. It was about as worthless in this situation as his father. It was a terrible thought that Roy had done this to other women. But the idea also sent her spiraling into another orgasm.

They had sex for another hour in the washroom. After he'd cum again, Roy turned on the hot water and they showered together, washing off all the sweat and cum staining their bodies.

Starving, they went downstairs and together made short work of the chocolate cake. Amanda then went about making dinner for her family, but Roy said he felt sleepy and turned in before six.

Amanda served Nathaniel a reheated dinner when he returned home later that night. Afterward, she took him to their bedroom to fulfill her marital duties. Unfortunately, she'd been so stretched by Roy, she could barely feel her husband. He made a comment about how sloppy she was down there, ejaculated, rolled over, and went to sleep. Amanda lay in bed next to her snoring husband, staring at the ceiling.

~~

Axcix sent playful vibrations out in the water around her. She'd been pondering the outsiders for some time. They seemed to know something about her and her methods. This was ... unexpected.

To solve this problem, she would need to do something unexpected herself. She had only the dominant species to use as her tools. Her makers were clear, she could not jeopardize the experiment by acting directly. Even to eliminate a threat.

The answer was in the question. She could use the experiment itself. The dominant species was the only mammal to have permanently enlarged breasts, one of the many strange anomalies of evolution on this planet. Axcix had expanded female breasts to lure males. But what if she used them further. She went to work programming her nanites for lactation. Such large, fatty mounds could be useful in many ways. The makers would understand this.

The dangerous outsiders had taken precautions against food, water, and young, local males. They had adapted to the experiment. But they may have failed to realize the experiment could adapt to them.

~~

On Saturday morning, Mark and Donna Farmer were still recovering from the shock of their interview at the high school.

Mark lay in bed, thankful for a good night's sleep. "And you remember all of it?" Mark couldn't seem to recall key moments from the day before. About a minute or two into their third interview, Mark's mind had wandered off into a pleasant dream about note taking.

"I remember every horrible second of it. You went farther away than Sputnik. And the boy, he became agitated and aggressive." Donna didn't have the heart to tell her husband that she'd become sexually excited. Maybe more so than at any point in their marriage. It took enormous will to pull herself out of that small room. "He dropped his shorts and exposed his ... thing ... to us."

"How very strange." Mark lay supine on the bed, still in his pajamas. "You did the right thing getting us out of there."

"Of course I did." Donna sat on the plush chair by the bed, still in her pajamas as well. She leaned forward and watched Mark closely, her lips pinched and her eyebrows drawn. "Mark, we need to leave this town. Today would be best."

"No." Mark shook his head and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "We cannot walk away from this." He turned his head on the pillow and looked at her. "My lady, we must further our knowledge."

"This is not a game, Mark." Donna's green eyes, large behind her black-framed glasses, were sharp and piercing.

"I know. It is a quest for scientific knowledge." Mark sat up and rested his head on the headboard. "We'll stay at least until we meet the Lannit kid on Monday. He's observing the town for us as we speak. If you still want to leave after that, we can revisit the idea then. Okay, my lady?"

"Fine." Donna folded her arms over her chest. "My lord." Her lips tightened into a fine line.

"And one more thing." Mark's eyes shone bright with earnest sincerity. "If I should happen to fall into another somnambulatory state, I'd like you to leave me in a safe place."

"Leave you?" Donna's cheeks blanched.

"If you are not being accosted or otherwise in jeopardy." Mark nodded slowly. "I would like you to leave me and investigate further. The trancelike state is most likely tied to some other event in the scheme of ... of ... this presence." He nodded. "I promise if you do this and we get interesting findings, I will be satisfied with our investigation and we can leave Portsmith. Yes? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We can't let Dr. Cobb get all the glory."

"I do not like it," Donna said. "But if there is no danger, and you are ... not responding, I will look into it further."

"Thank you, my lady." Mark moved to the edge of the bed. "Now, how about breakfast?"

Donna nodded. She was very hungry.

~~

Amanda busied herself in the kitchen all morning. She made breakfast for Annie and Nathaniel, but Roy slept in. What Roy had done to her in the pink washroom was so out of this world. He'd managed to pull some trigger in her brain. As she gathered her ingredients together for cookies, her mind replayed the hours-long scene in her head over and over again. Such a tool as Roy possessed was fit for mating a wild beast, not a petite mother and wife. Yet, she had taken it. Taken every inch down her throat and vagina. And thanked Jesus for it.

The cross had been a failure, but she kept it around her neck. Not to deter anymore of her son's advances, but because it reminded her of looking at herself in the mirror. The mad, grunting woman with wide eyes, gritted teeth, and dark hair. She'd had her son's seed splattered on her face. Her round breasts had bounded up and down under her bra. And the silver cross had swung as it dangled from her neck. Amanda shivered thinking about that sin and walked over to the oven. She turned the dial and started the preheating. She loved her husband, and the last thing she wanted to do was break their marriage vows. Again.

No, no. Amanda shook her head as she walked back to the counter and added flour to her mixing bowl. Even though she loved her husband, the actual last thing she wanted to do was live her life without filling herself with Roy's monster gadget again. Her body longed for it. With the spatula, Amanda finished mixing the dry ingredients.

"Nathaniel, dear. Are you here?" Amanda called out in a loud voice.

"I'm in the study, dear." Her husband's voice carried back across the house.

"Darn it to heck," she whispered under her breath. Sometimes on Saturday mornings he'd sneak off to work. Amanda wanted him out of the house. "Annie, darling?" Amanda called.

"Here, Mom." Annie stepped into the kitchen. "But I'm just about to leave. Bobby Connors is picking me up." Annie was dressed in one of her poodle skirts. Above, she wore a modest, green blouse and a green headband to hold back her wavy brown hair.

"Well, you look nice." Amanda set down the spatula and wiped her hands on her apron. "You've been seeing a lot of the Connors' boy." She untied the apron and pulled it over her head. Having only Nathaniel in the house was good enough and the cookies would have to wait. A wave of excitement and anticipation swept through her. She placed the apron on the counter.

"We're going steady, Mom." Annie gave her mom a quizzical look. She looked distracted and a little harried. She looked a bit sweaty too.

"Yes, Annie." Amanda walked over to her daughter and shooed her toward the front door. "Be good. Now off you go."

"But he's not here yet." Just as the words left Annie's mouth, a car horn sounded out front. "Oh, cool. Bye, Mom." Annie turned with a twirl of her skirt and ran down the front hall. A second later the sound of the door slamming filled the house.

"Right," Amanda whispered to herself. "This is it." She walked to the study and peered in. "Hello, Nathaniel. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be busy ... um ... for a few minutes." She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

Nathaniel sat at his desk, eyes fixed at the ledger open before him.

"Did you hear me?" Amanda put her hands on her ever-expanding hips. "Nathaniel?"

Her husband just stared at his ledger.

"Okay, dear." Amanda watched the back of his head. "I'll bring you some cookies in an hour or so. Love you."

He didn't move.

Fine. This was fine. He was in one of his moods and he wouldn't bother her. Amanda quietly shut the study door and rushed for the stairs. Her heart thumped in her chest and her pink dress trailed behind her as she took the stairs two at a time. She stepped down the hall and opened Roy's door.

Loud snoring filled the bedroom. She closed the door behind her, locked it, and looked around. The curtains were drawn and the room was a murky dark. Roy had taken down his childhood posters a few years ago and replaced them with teenage art. This meant posters of ladies. Space ladies, with ray-guns and spherical glass helmets. Cowgirl ladies, with six-shooters and sheriff badges. Surf ladies, with boards and wood-paneled cars. And others ladies too. All with curves and striking feminine features. Amanda wondered how she stacked up against these women. She looked down at her large breasts tucked into her new bullet bra and concluded that she compared well.

"Roy?" Amanda walked over to the bed, keeping her eyes on the poster ladies. It occurred to her, for the first time, that he must masturbate with his enormous gadget while looking at those posters. The thought would have horrified her a week ago, but now it sent little butterflies flapping in her stomach. "Roy?"

Roy snored on.

"Wake up, sleepy head." Amanda reached down and pulled the blanket off Roy. She sucked in her breath.

Roy slept naked, his penis fully into its morning wood. The hard manhood rested on his chubby belly, the knobby head so dark and livid.

"Well, okay then." Amanda exhaled and rubbed her hands together to warm them up. She climbed up onto the bed and crawled between Roy's legs. She looked down at those improbably large testicles and bent down on all fours to get a closer look. Little purple veins branched all over the rough flesh. She opened her mouth, reached out her tongue, and licked the left ball. It was salty and the substance of it sent a thrill through her. She licked again, trailing her tongue over to the other testicle. Before long, the right ball filled up her mouth.

"Mom?" Roy propped himself up on his elbows and watched Amanda suck at his balls. The way she stretched her back, with her butt up in the air, was truly a sight to see. The sweep of her spine, the flare of her hips, and the roundness of her ass were all so inviting. "Yeah, keep doing that."

"Mmmmmmmmmhhhhh." Amanda reached up with her left and stroked his penis. Her little hand struggled with its girth.

"Where's Dad and Annie?" Roy didn't really care, but it seemed like something he should worry about.

Amanda released the testicle with a little plop. "Annie's out with her boyfriend." Amanda raised her shoulders up, extending her arms so she could look down on Roy's penis as she manipulated it. "Your father is in his study."

"Oh, shit." Roy smiled. "The old man's downstairs?"

"Language, Roy." Amanda looked up into his eyes and nodded. "Yes, so be quiet." She then lowered her mouth down onto the head. The electrifying sensation of his precum hit her tongue. She bobbed her head up and down.

"Sorry, Mom." Roy leaned his head back on the pillow. "Who do you love more? Me or him?"

"Gggggghhhhhhhh." Amanda gagged a little as she lowered her head further on his shaft. Another hit of the precum relaxed her muscles.

"Aaahhhhh, Mom. Your ... throat's so tight." Roy was already so close.

"Ggghhhpppphhhhh." She managed to get her nose down to the base. She moved her head up and down, making love to this savage tool with her mouth in long, wet strokes.

"Shit, Mom." Roy grabbed the sheet in clenched fists. "Take it. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh." He spewed down her throat. The sound of her urgent gulps heightened his orgasm even more.

The world spun and stars danced before Amanda's eyes. She was orgasming again from drinking his semen. She swallowed again and again, not wanting to waste a drop, feeling the liquid fill her stomach. After a minute, she pulled her head away. A lone strand of cum spanned the distance from her lips to his penis and then broke. "Thank you, Jesus." Amanda sat back on her heels and let go of Roy's gadget. It flopped back on his belly.

"Thank you, Mom." Roy had his eyes closed, still clutching the sheet.

"Okay." Amanda crawled off the bed. She wanted more, but knew better than to press her luck. This was good enough for now. She stood and looked down at her son. "I've got breakfast for you downstairs. It's time to get up and start the day." Her whole body tingled, and she felt so alive. Amanda turned to the door, but then looked back at him over her shoulder. "Oh, and I'm baking cookies. Come and get them while they're warm." She turned and walked to the door.

"Sure." Roy turned his head and watched her butt sway as she left. She opened the door and disappeared. Roy wanted more. Much more.

~~

Patrick called David late Saturday morning. He wanted his help as he rode his bike around town and looked for clues.

David agreed. He wanted to get out of the house. His mom had been avoiding him, and he couldn't talk to her with his dad around. Standing in the kitchen, holding the phone, he looked over at his mother as she busied herself at the sink. He wanted to pick her up and carry her off. But that was impossible, so it was better to spend the day away.

Next, Patrick called Roy and asked for his help too.

Roy thought about Patrick's offer. He hemmed and he hawed. Eventually Roy said no, he had other things to do.

Patrick didn't like the sound of Roy's voice as he hung up the phone. His fat friend had taken on a tone Patrick knew. It was how Roy spoke when he was trying to be devious.

Patrick ate a late breakfast in the kitchen, gave his mom a chaste peck on the cheek, and walked toward the front door.

"Don't forget your sister will be here for dinner," Susy called after him. "Be home before five."

"Okay, Mom." Patrick tried to hide the exasperation in his voice. Seeing Sally and her new husband, Jack, was not a priority when he had so much to do. But he was a good son and brother, so he'd be home by five. Until then, he would prove his worth as an investigator. Who knew what they'd find?

~~

Later that day, Roy dropped his bike on Patrick's front lawn. He was sure his friend would be off looking into his stupid mysteries by now. Roy was already sweaty from the ride over, but he did some jumping jacks down the front walk anyway. He stepped up and rang the doorbell.

The front door opened and there was Susy Lannit. Roy thought of the women he'd been with. He loved his own mom and had come to see her as very pretty. David's mom was pretty too. Caroline Rodgers was a real doll. But Susy Lannit was the town beauty. With her high cheekbones, almond eyes, and the cute little cleft on her chin, she looked like an angel. Then, of course, there was her tall, voluptuous body which was less angel and more devil. As she blinked her deep, brown eyes at Roy, he looked her up and down. She wore a green and white circle skirt, and a too-small white blouse.

"Hello, Roy." Susy felt quite uncomfortable all of sudden. One minute she'd been reading Good Housekeeping, the next she was staring at Patrick's sweaty friend. Her vagina seemed to think it was intimate time with her husband. It wasn't. "I'm ... afraid you just missed Pat. You might ... um ... try the library."