Something in the Water Pt. 10

"I didn't bring her here for you." Linda couldn't help but turn her head slightly so that the third kiss landed on her lips. "But yes ..." She bent her chin upward and nibbled on his upper lip. This was dangerous with the door open and William very much not having one of his spells, but she just couldn't resist her sweet son. They made out like that for a minute and then she leaned back and took a deep breath. "... Wendy is quite beautiful, I think." Was she bringing these women home for David, or was it just happening? Linda wasn't sure.

"Well, can I meet her?" David gave his mom's left boob a squeeze and straightened back up. He looked over his shoulder, suddenly worried his Dad might be standing in the doorway with a horrified expression on his face. But there was no one there.

"A little later, Davey." Linda stood, gave David's butt a little smack, and walked past him. "Olivia and Wendy wanted to make some calls home but the phone wasn't working. So, instead they're ..." She looked back at him. "... busy in your brother's room. Let's give them and your father some space. Want to take a walk with me?"

"It's dark outside." David looked out the window.

"Come on, sweetheart." Linda smiled at David, the worry leaving her face. "We can hold hands under the starry sky."

"I don't know." David thought about how chilly it was out there.

"I might let you hold more than my hand." Linda left the room and headed downstairs.

"Okay." David quickly followed her.

~~

Patrick slept and dreamed about living his life on the bed of a lake. He was underwater, but never drowning, stuck in the mud after falling and falling through the night sky.

"What?" Patrick shot up in bed, roused out of the dream by a hand on his shoulder. Cold sweat oozed out his pores and his chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. A blurry shadow stood over him.

"Here are your glasses, sugar." Susy handed her son his glasses and sat at the foot of his bed. She wore a long, dark-blue nightgown. "It smells ... good in here." She folded her hands on her lap.

"What time is it?" Patrick let the nightmare recede from his mind. He was suddenly aware that he was sweating in his mother's presence. That wasn't good. Not one bit.

"It's two o'clock in the morning, Pat." Susy rubbed her legs together. Her vagina leaked in her panties. It had been several days since her and Fred had done it. Maybe she'd wake up her husband when she got back to their bedroom and make love. She was surprisingly in the mood. "I ..." Susy tried to maintain her focus. "I wanted to talk to you about the tutor when your father and sister weren't around. This seemed the best time."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, Mom." Patrick thumped his head back down on the pillow. He tried not to look at his mom's rolling curves that were accentuated by the soft moonlight falling through his window. He flipped the blanket over his head.

"No, sugar. We need to talk." Susy inched her butt a little further up the bed, closer to her son. "I understand that a teenage boy has needs, but that tutor isn't right for you." She was talking to a lumpy blanket as Patrick hid from her. "You need a girl your own age."

"I love her, Mom." Patrick's voice was muffled by the bedding. Thinking about Donna, and knowing that Susy was breathing in his sweaty odor, caused Patrick's dick to inflate.

"Holy Moses." Susy could see the outline of her son's giant penis through the blanket as it got bigger and bigger. She knew she needed to redirect his energy from that other women. "You know, Pat. I saw you two together. Is it her body you like? There are girls your own age with big boobs. I know some of their mothers. I could set you up on a date with one of those girls."

"Go away." Patrick closed his eyes and wished for this to all be over. "I love her."

"Enough is enough." Susy pulled the blanket off Patrick and threw it to the floor. Her brown eyes zeroed in on the tent in his pajama bottoms. "I'll do it myself if I have to." She pulled down his bottoms. The air left her lungs when his erect penis sprung out. She got over her initial amazement and took a breath back in. "How did that woman ever fit your gadget inside her?" Susy leaned sideways and wrapped her fingers around the veiny shaft. She stroked up and down, her wedding ring glinting in the pale moonlight. "A mother sometimes has to do messy things for her children."

"No, Mom. The meteor ... Donna's not a tutor ... investigator ... aaaahhhhh ... oh, Mom ... the sweat ..." Patrick stared at Susy. Her hands were magic on his dick. Her boobs bounced and shook under her nightgown as she worked him. Her face was screwed up into an expression of pure determination.

"Will you break it off with that hussy?" Susy's eyes never left Patrick's penis. It was the organ of a man much, much bigger than her son. How strange this all was.

"No." He thought he should be offering more resistance. He didn't want to tell Donna about this. But then again, Patrick remembered how the investigator had asked him about his mom. Maybe she'd actually like hearing about this. Maybe he should just let it happen.

"Well then, I have no choice." Never letting go of her son's penis, Susy crawled between his legs and sat on her knees. "You made me do this, Pat." She leaned forward and put the penis head into her mouth. She was quite accomplished at going-down-south on Fred. She'd had years and years of practice, after all. But this was awkward and different. Patrick was so big that it was almost like he was a different species all together. She popped it out of her mouth and looked up into his eyes. "I'll keep doing this for you if you promise you'll find a girl your own age." Her hands kept stroking up and down his mighty length while she talked.

"I won't stop seeing Donna." Patrick could see the tenacity in her eyes. He knew his mom and he knew she was tough to stop when she wanted something.

"Fine." Susy looked down at the penis and saw precum dripping down. She bent her head and licked it up. Her eyes fluttered and a shiver ran down her spine. What was that? She was not expecting him to taste that good. "I'll do this for you every night until you find a girl your own age. I understand you have needs, Pat."

Patrick shook his head.

"There are not many mothers that would make that offer, buster. You should be grateful." Susy lowered her mouth back down and sucked in his penis. She bobbed her head with enthusiasm, her brown hair falling down around her face.

From what Patrick had pieced together, he thought there actually might be lots of mothers making similar offers all over Portsmith. But he kept that to himself and instead grunted as his mom struggled to bring him off.

Susy really put her mind to it and after five minutes her motions became more fluid. She found if she relaxed her jaw and moved her head to the left on the downstroke and to the right on the upstroke she could keep up a good rhythm. She felt his thighs start to tremble. It wouldn't be long now.

The most intoxicating scent filled Patrick's nostrils. He knew she was sweating from the effort. Now they were both sweating all over each other. Patrick wasn't sure this night would end with only a blowjob. "Mom ... I ..." He gripped the sheets in either hand.

"Mmmmmmmmppphhhhh." Susy encouraged him. If she gave him this experience, there's no way he'd go back to that tutor. Suddenly her eyes widened. She never swallowed for Fred and she wasn't about to start with her son. She pulled her mouth off him and pumped him with both hands. It was amazing. While her husband's penis only had room for one hand, Patrick's monster had room for three hands, maybe even four. "Just go ahead and finish, sugar."

A geyser of sperm flew up in the air and fell back down on Patrick, the bed, and Susy's bare arms and hands. As soon as it touched her skin, she gave out a shriek and her vagina gushed through her panties and into the sheets. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped forward, which put her in the path of more jets of sperm. Patrick's cum fell on her hair and over the right side of her face.

Minutes later, she still lay with her head on Patrick's hip. The aroma that surrounded her was dark, pungent, and spoke to her about the creation of life. The sperm on her lips tasted so good. She licked it off and then she opened her eyes and saw the cum all over his fat testicles. Soon, she was licking up all his secretions.

"Oh, Mom." Patrick looked down at her devouring his cum. She looked like a cat trying to lap up every bit of spilt milk.

When she licked the last bit of stray cum off his belly, she sat back up between his legs and looked down at him. "You're still hard." She ran a finger up his veiny shaft. "There's nothing normal about this, is there?"

"Mom, you should go before we ..." Patrick looked at his mother with half her face covered in his cum and it was breathtaking. "We've got thin walls. You don't want to wake Sally or Dad."

"Yes." Susy nodded very slowly. Half of her wanted to mount her son and push that hussy completely from his mind, the other half knew she needed to flee. "We'll discuss the tutor again later."

"Okay, okay." Patrick still gripped the sheet with both hands, using all of his strength not to jump up and slam his dick between Susy's legs. "Just go," he said between gritted teeth.

"I ... I need a shower." Susy crawled to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor. "Goodnight, Pat." In a bit of daze, she wandered out his room and toward the shared bathroom down the hall to her right. She didn't notice her husband standing to her left in their master bedroom door at the other end of the hall.

A little earlier, Fred had heard something that had woken him from a bad dream. The Lannits did have thin walls. His wife wasn't next to him, so he got up and made it as far as his door when Susy's pheromones swept over him. After that, he stood in the dark and murmured, "Just a bad dream, just a bad dream," over and over.

Ten minutes later, a freshly showered Susy found Fred on her way back to her room and gently brought him back to bed. When he awoke in the morning he wondered about his bad dream. It had almost been like listening to wife gargle on another man's cock.

Sally had also been woken in the middle of the night. Her room was right next to her brother's. Through the wall, she had heard almost everything. Her mind had gone through shock, disgust, awe, and astonishment. But she finally settled on lust. She was listening to her own mother blowing her runty little brother in the next room. She lowered her hand into her pajama bottoms and stuck two fingers inside herself right around when the slurping noises started. She brought herself to several orgasms. Eventually, she fell asleep listening to her brother grunt and masturbate himself after Susy had left his room.

~~

"This is Pastor Neilson's house." David followed his mother over the pastor's lawn, letting her pull his hand. Their walk had led them there.

"Yes." Linda gripped David's hand tightly. His fingers were so warm in hers. They both wore thick jackets, but the cold air caressed Linda's legs under her dress. She wished she'd dressed more appropriately, but this was a spur of the moment kind of thing. "I want to show you something."

They knew this place, after all they'd been in the pastor's backyard over the summer for a church barbeque. It was mostly lawn with a picnic table and benches to one side, surrounded by dense trees. Warm light angled its way out of the back windows and cast rectangles on the grass. Linda led David to the table. They sat down on the table with their feet on the bench, facing the house. In this position, they sat totally in shadow.

Linda reached into her purse and handed David a pair of binoculars. "I brought these for you. What do you see?" Linda snuggled up next to David and leaned her blonde hair against his upper arm.

David took the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and looked at the most obvious thing. "Pastor Neilson's working on something in his study." He eyed the main floor windows where all the lights were on, but only saw the pastor. "Probably writing his next boring sermon."

"Shame on you, Davey. His sermons are never boring. It's the Lord's word." Linda playfully banged her forehead on his arm. "Look upstairs."

David's eyes wandered up a level. The lights were all out up there, so it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. A couple rooms were decorated with rainbows and flying saucers and were probably where the pastor's children slept. The next window looked into an empty room with a large, well-made bed. The pastor's bedroom. He scanned the next room and David's breath caught in his throat.

"You see them?" Linda looked up at him as he furrowed his brow and processed what he was seeing.

"That's Mrs. Neilson with another woman in her lap." David didn't know what he was expecting, but this wasn't it. The pastor's wife was topless and her creamy skin made her easy to see in the dim light once his eyes knew what to look for. "The small woman is sucking on Mrs. Neilson's boob. I don't understand." Indeed, the other woman was still clothed and had both her hands gripping the large white breast in her mouth. He could see through the binoculars clearly enough to notice the woman's fingers rhythmically kneading the soft flesh.

"I've been feeding Olivia. Now Olivia's feeding our new guest Wendy. As you can see, Molly's also doing it with the scientist lady. I don't remember the scientist's name." Linda moved her left hand from the warmth of her pockets and rubbed at David's penis through his pants. He was already hard.

"Why are you showing me this?" David felt her unbutton his pants and pull out his dick. The air was cold on his sensitive skin.

"You and me. That other mother you saw with her son. And now this. It's all related, Davey." She stroked his magnificent penis with her left hand. "And this is the pastor's wife, so it's all God's will. I thought you'd like to know that." Linda bent sideways, lowered her mouth to her son's cock, and began bobbing her head.

"Does Pastor Neilson know?" David held the binoculars up to his eyes with his left hand and put his right hand on the back of her head to help guide her rhythm. Mrs. Neilson seemed to have her hand between the other woman's legs. David could guess what that was about.

"Nnnnmmmmm," Linda said.

"Yeah, it'd be hard to tell the pastor something like that." David didn't think this was God's plan at all. But whomever had the plan, David was thankful. He looked back down to the pastor's window and watched him scribble notes onto a pad of paper. Whatever was happening, it was spreading fast, and so many men in town seemed oblivious. Heck, David's own father had no idea what was happening under his own roof. "Scientist, you said?"

"Yyyymmmmmmppphhhh," Linda said as she bobbed on David's long cock.

David was going to have to tell Patrick all about this.