The Palmer Legacy Pt. 30

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"Do you mind if I join you, Kath?" Noah stepped behind his mom.

"Surppphhh shepphhhhh yourppphhhh momppphhhhh." Kathy couldn't speak all that well with her tongue otherwise occupied.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhppppphhhhhh." Jessica was upside down in Kathy's arms with the teenager's long tongue writhing in her pussy. Her moans were muffled by Kathy's flat stomach. Her copper hair cascaded over Kathy's bare thighs.

"She is my mom, Kath." Noah smiled tentatively. He stood up on his tiptoes and looked at his mother's pussy. Kathy's tongue was fat. Not as thick as his cock, but insanely dexterous by comparison. He put his fingers on his mother's upside-down ass cheek. She trembled under his touch. "So this is what happens when there's no tomorrow, huh? You let Kathy have her way? I had no idea you were this dirty, Mom." He winked at Kathy, who winked back. Her eyes crinkled in a smile.

Jessica turned her face away from Kathy's belly to talk. "I didn't ... ugh ... mean to do this ... Noah. But it feels ... oooohhhhhhhhhh." She clutched at Kathy's firm butt, digging her finger nails into her flesh. "Am I a ... lesbian ... now?"

Noah and Kathy laughed at that.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh ... your tongue is pulsing ... it's ... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii." Jessica's legs kicked in the air. When her son softly bit her butt cheek, her orgasm went into overdrive. She didn't want their dead-end day to end. Not ever. It took a long time for her ecstasy to crest. By the time she was aware of herself again, she found that Kathy was turning her in the air and setting her down on her feet. Jessica slumped into her son's arms, his massive penis pushing at her hip. "How did I live ... my whole life ... without knowing what sex ... could be?"

"To be fair. I'm more orally endowed than most women." With her sly smile, Kathy looked like the cat that had just eaten the canary.

"Ohhhhh, Kathy." Jessica shivered in her son's arms. Her hand found his penis and pumped him gently. "Kathy ... you just ... picked me up ... like I weighed nothing. And then you ..." Another shiver wracked her body. "... did those things."

"I can pick you up and do things too, Mom." Noah lifted his mother in the air, placing her legs over his shoulders. He dove into her pussy, using the skills Sam had taught him.

"Ohhhhhh ... my ... ooohhhh ... goodness ... honey ... you're so ... strong." Jessica now understood why they had destroyed his poor bed. Despite his lithe frame, her son was incredibly powerful. "Ohhhh ... that's nice ... ohhhhhhhh ... you've learned some ... tricks ... haven't you? Did Samantha ... teach you?" Jessica regretted bringing up his girlfriend. "I'm sure ... she'll be fine ... on another ... today."

Noah just nodded his head and ate pussy. She was sweet and tangy. He could feel her thighs trembling on either side of his head. Samantha would be fine, and so would Jimmy. There was no reason to worry about them.

"Do you have any lube in here, Mrs. R?" Kathy looked around the office.

"What?" Jessica looked over her shoulder at Kathy. Up on her son's shoulders, she was actually taller than the basketball star. "No ... ugh ... why would I?"

"Well then, I'll just have to use a finger. That should go in easily enough." Kathy slid her index finger into her mouth.

"What?" Jessica turned a little bit more to get a better view behind her. "I've known you since you were little, Kathy. You can't possibly stick it ... in my butt."

"I'm not little anymore, Mrs. Reader. I'm eighteen, same as Noah. And I just had my tongue in your pussy." She moved closer and patted Jessica's ass. She was so white her skin seemed to glow in the early afternoon light that peeked in through the curtains. "What's a finger compared to a tongue?" Kathy bent down to get a good view. She could see Noah's chin working hard. She had to give him credit, he was really going to town on his mother's pussy. They would have to start a club: The Mommy Munchers. She put her fingertip on Jessica's pink sphincter. "Get ready, Mrs. Reader." She saw the muscles in Jessica's back tense. "Try to relax." She slid her finger in. "See? That was easy. Noah must have loosened you up for me."

"Ooooohhhhhh ... my." Jessica threw her head back. Her son's tongue was working away assiduously at her clitoris, and Kathy's finger was in her butt. She had known she was going to get into some mischief when they left Jimmy at the hospital. But what was happening was far beyond her most demented plans and fantasies. The finger in her butt wasn't pumping. Instead, it wriggled back and forth, and that set her hips in motion. Soon, she was practically riding her son's face. If he wasn't so outlandishly strong, she would have been worried about falling to the floor. But she knew he wouldn't drop her. "You two ... you two ... are teaming up ... on me ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to have another ... ooohhhhhhhh ... another ... ooooohhhhhhhhhhh." Jessica rode her son's face to ecstasy.

For the first time, a woman squirted in Noah's mouth. He thanked the internet for preparing him for that moment, because he didn't know what he would think if he had been completely unprepared to have his mother spray him like that. He let her mash her pussy into his face. When her hips slowed, he lifted her off his shoulders and lowered her convulsing body down to his cock. He moved his hands to her ass and maneuvered her hips to the right place. Her eyes were still rolled back in her head when he entered her.

Kathy dropped to one knee to watch Noah slide into his mother. "Damn, that's hot. Look how she opens for you." She watched inch after inch disappear until Jessica's pussy was right above Noah's fat balls. They were about to start humping in earnest, so Kathy removed her finger from Jessica's anus. Once they started bumping, it would be impossible to hold her finger still, and Kathy didn't want to fingerbang Jessica dry. That would be cruel.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh ... it's deep ... Noah ... your penis ... it's pushing ... at the very back ... of my vagina." Jessica's legs bounce out to the sides as Noah lifted her and let gravity pull her back down to his hips. Soon she was flopping up and down in his arms, singing a discordant song of moans and pleadings.

"Noah ... I wish you could see this." Kathy stared up in awe between Jessica's legs. "She's frothing like crazy. It looks like there's a bubble bath in her pussy."

"It's ... ugh ... ugh ... healthy ... to get wet ... Kathy." Jessica didn't want the young woman to think there was something wrong with her. "I'm in ... my sexual ... prime ... now. My doctor ... told meeeeeeeeeeeeee." Another orgasm swept through her.

"I know, Mrs. R." Kathy reached out and squeezed her rippling ass. She held on as mother and son bounced together. "If this is what your prime looks like, I can't wait to get there."

"Hey ... uh ... uh ... Kathy?" Noah turned his hips so he could see his friend. It cut off her view, but he didn't care.

"Yeah?" Kathy looked up. Noah's eyes were blazing, and his brow was furrowed in concentration.

"Kiss me." His mom's pussy was tight, and Eloise had left him right on the edge of an orgasm before. He was almost ready. "I want ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... to kiss you ... while I cum ... in my mom."

"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh." Those words sent Jessica spiraling through another climax.

"Why not?" Kathy stood next to the mating couple. She moved Jessica's long leg out of the way. She glanced at Jessica's orgasmic face. "Not only a kiss ..." Kathy took a fistful of Jessica's red hair and pulled the older woman's face to her black nipple. She pressed Jessica into her soft flesh, until those wonderful, pink lips latched on. "There." Then Kathy leaned forward and kissed Noah on the lips.

"Mmmmppphhhhhhh." Noah kissed her back with a little more vigor than the last time they'd kissed. He supposed getting ready to dump a huge load in his mother was liable to make him act a little wild. Kathy's playful tongue seemed more than capable of keeping up with him. He thought about how her tongue had been buried inside his mother only minutes ago. "Uuuuuupppppphhhhhhhhhh." Noah's hips went from precision pumping to spasmatic movement. The release seemed to move through his whole body, starting at his toes, moving out to his fingers, and settling in his balls.

Kathy could feel her friend's erratic movement, and his body tensed next to hers. He moaned loudly into her mouth. She playfully bit his tongue and held it, not quite hard enough to bleed. He was clearly unloading in his mother's pussy. Kathy was participating in one of the most verboten acts of conception. It enthralled her to be a part of it.

~~

"Ohhhhhhh ... it's good ... Mom!" Melanie was on her hands and knees at the front of the nave with Paul behind her. Her mother kneeled before her, a devout expression on her face.

"Good ... Melanie ... good." Lauren nodded emphatically and grasped her daughter's hand on the floor. "Let the Lord move through you. Let Him touch your most sacred spot."

"He's ... uuuuhhhhhhhhh ... touching it!" Melanie gritted her teeth. The massive cock inside her brought back all the feelings she'd had before Erato was destroyed. She wanted nothing more than to submit to the eighteen-year-old slamming into her from behind. She was his now. And although she doubted he was God's chosen one, she didn't care. If it made her mom happy, all the better. "I ... feeeeeeeeeel ... iiiit." Melanie threw her ass back and climaxed.

"That's good ... Mel." Lauren grinned. She was thrilled that her daughter was experiencing His pleasure first hand. She was so engrossed in what was happening in front of her, she didn't notice the murmur in the room, or the tall, curvy woman striding regally down the aisle.

Shannon heard the change in the room, and turned. She was sitting naked in the first pew. It took her a moment to place the blond woman with the strange uniform and Amish braid. "Mother Mary!" Shannon took her hand from between her legs and stood, her knees shaking. "You're here."

"Yes." Mary steepled her hands in front of her chest. "You have done so well today that something has changed for me."

"Hello ... Mary ... ugh ... ugh ... great to see you." Paul smiled and waved to the newcomer. He looked around. In addition to Lauren holding her daughter's hand, there were four other women on the floor near him. They all had glassy eyes, with sperm either leaking from their vaginas or covering their faces. "I've been ... uh ... uh ... busy."

"You have indeed." Mary walked to the first pew and held out her hand to Shannon.

"Welcome, Mother." Shannon didn't know what was expected of her, so she curtsied and kissed the woman's hand. When she looked up, she was relieved to see a satisfied smile on Mary's face. "Does your flock please you?" She nodded to the women by her son, and then held her hand out to the pews, where more naked women were staring with interest at Mary, or furiously masturbating, or both.

"Mary?" Joanna was one of the masturbating women. She pulled herself out of her self-induced stupor and stood. "Welcome to your first church."

"My first in this world, yes." Mary looked around appreciatively. She listened to the slapping sounds of sex, the moans of Paul's partner, and the diddling women in the room. "It's humble, but it will do. Now, I have something to say. Attention please." When Paul's hips slowed, she looked over at the Messiah. "Please continue, Paul. You have a yeoman's effort ahead of you on this auspicious day. I ..." Mary frowned and looked to the back of the nave. "Is that a dog yapping?"

Shannon jogged down the aisle toward the main exit. Not long ago she would have been aghast jiggling her naked body before all the church's women. It would have been the stuff of nightmares. But now, she didn't give it a second thought. She found her dress, held it against her front to cover herself, and opened the door to see what the ruckus was.

"Ruff ... ruff, ruff, ruff!" Mara slammed into the door, bowled over Shannon, and bounded into the room on all fours. When several women moved toward them, Mara bared her teeth and let out a low, ominous growl.

"I've seen that woman in the hall of windows." Mary's eyes narrowed. "Everyone, ready yourselves. She might not be alone." The people in the room looked around bewildered. They had just met Mary, and couldn't understand why she was giving orders.

Joanna stared at the intruder, dried cum on her face. Her face was blank, and she said nothing to the congregation.

The other doors burst open and a crew of women led by a lone sauntering man entered the nave.

"Where's Sam?" Eddie's petulant smile was directed at Joanna. But his smile faded as his brain processed what was happening in the church. The women were mostly naked. His eighteen-year-old classmate, Paul, was humping Melanie Keitaro. There was an imposing blond woman he'd never seen before wearing sci-fi cosplay. The slapping of Paul's skin on Melanie's resounded in the otherwise quiet sanctuary. Eddie's eyes locked onto Paul's across the rows of pews. "What ... the fuck ... is going on here?"

Mary held out her hands in welcome. "Joanna, dear, do we have more milk to offer our guests?"

"Yes, you made so much for us. I have some in my husband's office in back." Joanna looked around for her dress or vestments. She spotted them over near Paul and hurried to collect them, but paused when Mary put up her hand.

"Now is no time for modesty. The mother's milk is all that matters," Mary said. "Go."

"Wait." Julia tried to regain control of her once-perspicacious teacher's mind. "This woman made the milk we drank? It was ... from her breasts?" Her glazed eyes found some focus, and then widened in shock. After everything she'd been through, she didn't know she could still feel surprise, but she did.

"Get the milk," Mary hissed.

Joanna stood frozen.

All the women that had just entered the church had clearly dressed themselves in a hurry. Their Christmas attire was wrinkled, and in some cases unbuttoned or halfway zipped. They stared at Eddie with bated breath, awaiting his appraisal of the situation.

"You know what?" Eddie scanned the room. "I was just going to get my sister and leave you church folk alone. But now ... I'm going to make you all mine. And I'm going to kick your ass, Paul." He looked over at Paul. "I mean ... you're still fucking Melanie. Right in front of me. This shit is nuts. Where's Sam?"

"Blasphemy." Shannon stood, leaving her dress on the floor. She lunged at Eddie, but Mara pounced on her, pinning her to the floor.

Mary moved protectively in front of Paul. "Now might be time to pause your holy congress, Paul." The sounds of slapping skin ceased behind her. To the invaders, she said, "You must leave now or feel His wrath."

"Whose wrath?" Eddie smirked.

"His wrath." Mary put her hands on her hips.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, lady." Eddie laughed. "You'll be begging for more. This whole church is mine now." He swept his hand about the room. "Mrs. Price, Mrs. Bankston, Mrs. Ferguson ... get over here and help me take this church." He could clearly see that his small army was outnumbered almost three to one. But the church ladies looked dazed. He glanced at the only other man in the room and scoffed. Paul was a skinny, shy nerd. He was hardly a threat. Eddie did a double take and pointed at Paul's writhing dick. "That is so fucking wrong."

"I'm sorry, Eddie." Julia did not get up to join the newcomers.

Neither did Ellen, who was still leaking Paul's sperm.

But Laura scurried to the back of the nave.

"I know you, young man. Your painting conceived a false prophet. The metal sphere is evil." Mary nodded sagely. "Leave now, or we will destroy your painting." She had already decided to destroy the painting. It would be necessary to destroy them all as the church expanded. But she wanted to do it on her own time.

"Good luck messing with my painting. The alien seems really possessive about it." Eddie moved slowly down the aisle, the women around him moving in synchronicity. "You're obviously in charge here. You're probably fucking Paul with his disgusting dick. Want to see what a real man looks like?"

"Stop ... stop ..." Shannon struggled against Mara. The other woman was much smaller than her but strong and tenacious. Shannon couldn't toss her off. She stopped struggling when a low, threatening growl escaped Mara's bared teeth. "Paul ..." Shannon whispered.

"You're all mine now. You just don't know it yet." Eddie screamed. His voice echoed off the same walls that had been christened by voices lifted in song and borne the teachings of Christ. "Mrs. Price and Mrs. Bankston ... you will be punished for joining with this weak ... idiotic ... mutant. I'll -" Eddie was cut off by Mary's scream. As she charged him, he couldn't help but stare at her lurching breasts barely contained by her black and white uniform. His nostrils flared, and he caught a whiff of something basic and earthy. It planted a seed of fear inside him. For the first time since the painting had arrived in the Owens's house, Eddie was scared.

Joanna, who had never gone for the milk, screamed and charged too. Soon, all the women in the church were up on their feet. A few moments later, awkward punches were being thrown and bodies were tumbling over pews.

Paul stared at the fracas but didn't move. "It is His will ... it is His will ... it is His will ..." he repeated over and over again.

~~

"Oooohhhhhhh ... Clive ... Clive ... you've never done ... that before." Paget clutched the sheets on either side of her. Her fiancé was sweet, considerate, and thoughtful. But he'd never shown any interest in getting to know her vagina better. Maybe it was a Christmas gift. She smiled, opened her eyes, and squeaked in fright.

They weren't in her childhood bedroom where they'd settled for a nap. They were in a four-poster bed in a bedroom with a large fireplace and lots of Victorian furniture.

"Clive ... Clive ... stop ... something's wrong." She put her hand on her fiancé's head, but he didn't stop. Instead, he paid special attention to her clit. "Ooohhhhhhhh." She shuddered as pulses of electric pleasure moved through her. "Clive," she hissed. "We can't." She looked around the room. There was a portrait on the wall of her mother with two men she didn't recognize, they were all wearing nineteenth century clothes.

"Just let me make you cum." A muffled voice said from between her legs.

A chill went down Paget's spine. That wasn't the language Clive would use. And the voice was wrong. It wasn't her fiancé between her legs. She threw the covers off and screamed. Her eighteen-year-old brother looked up from between her thighs, his face slick with her juices.

"Chill ... Paget ... it's only a ... dream," Noah said between licks.

"A dream ... of course." That thought set her at ease. Her muscles relaxed. Even though it was her brother expertly working her pussy, it was only a dream. She leaned back onto the soft pillow, unconcerned that she was showing her brother her boobs for the first time. "Hey ... Noah ... I remember reading that ... if you know you're dreaming ... you can take control ... uuuugghhhhhhh ... and make the dream do what you want."

"Yeah?" Noah looked up at her and smiled. "What do you want?" He went back to eating his sister's pussy.

"I want my sweet Clive to be here, doing what you're doing." She closed her eyes and opened them again, but it was still her brother between her legs. "I said ... I want Clive instead of you ... Noah." She wished it, but her brother still lapped at her pussy.