The Palmer Legacy Pt. 13-14

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 13

The sound of heavy, rhythmic breathing filled Noah’s ears. He opened his eyes a crack. Faint morning light greeted him. He took a few seconds to orient himself, listening to the huffing sound. It was clearly a woman. It sounded like she was working out, or… thoughts from the previous night came back to him. Everyone around him seemed to be having animalistic sex. And now he was hearing… was that Samantha’s breathing? He sat up and looked at the floor where his friend had spent the night.

“Oh… hey… you’re up,” Samantha said between pushups. Sweat glistened on her face. “It’s… the strangest… thing. I’ve been… doing pushups… for… like… an hour.”

“You… what?” He would have thought he heard her wrong, but there she was in her pajamas working out, her body straight as a board. Noah scratched his head and furrowed his brow. “But… um… you never work out.”

“I… have… dance… lessons.” She smiled up at him.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah… I… know.” She pushed off from the floor and propelled herself into a sitting position. She wiped sweat from her forehead. “I’ll be honest… with you. After everything we’ve… been through… together. I’ll tell you… that I woke up… really… like… full of hormones.” She took a deep breath. “You know what I’m talking about.” She nodded to the tent his erection made out of his sheet. “And I had so much energy. I was either going to do something bad or do something good. You know? So, I just… started doing pushups. And I didn’t stop.”

“I don’t understand.” That wasn’t totally true. Noah did understand the horny part, not the energy part. He shook his head.

“It’s got to be the deal.” Samantha rubbed her arms. “Mrs. Palmer said it would accentuate what we had. It pumped up our hormones and strength. I’m sure it did something else, but I’m not sure what.” She looked at the tent. “Did she lie about changing our bodies? Because that looks… pretty big.”

Noah lifted the sheet and his boxers. He measured with his hand as he always did. He dropped the sheet and looked back at his friend. “It’s normal.”

“If you say so.” Samantha looked dubious. “Why don’t you do some pushups and see if it’s the same for you?”

“Um…” Noah thought about banging his boner on the floor over and over again. “Maybe later.”

“Oh, yeah.” Samantha gave the tent one last embarrassed look and turned her attention to a poster on the wall of a cat hanging in there. “I was thinking that we should test ourselves today and see what the deal did.”

“Or we could just ask Mrs. Palmer.” Noah shrugged. “I have to… take a shower.” He needed to unload like never before. He got out of bed, angling his body so he wouldn’t give her a full view of his morning wood.

“Sure, I’ll take one after you.” Samantha stared at the poster until he was gone. Then her hand immediately slipped under her panties. Her mind bounced between her friend’s boner and what she’d seen through the windows the night before. “I just… need to get this… out of my system.” She tried not to think about the ecstasy on Jessica’s face, the cum and bliss on her mother’s face, and Kathy sleeping in the nude with her mother. But when she managed to push those things out of her mind, she circled back to Noah’s big dick. She fell on her back and rubbed her clit. She prayed Noah wouldn’t return until she was satisfied.

In the shower, Noah gritted his teeth. “Uuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh.” He pumped his cock and spewed on the tile wall, his whole body jerking. Like any eighteen-year-old, he’d lots of fapping practice. But when he opened his eyes, he’d never seen so much cum. The white stuff slowly slid down the wall. “She… tricked us,” he whispered to himself. “She didn’t change… the outside… she changed the inside.” His hands went back to work. And try as he might, he couldn’t get the image of his mother bent against the wall out of his head. Her jiggling, bouncing body had seared itself into his brain. He worked himself to another orgasm, praying that he would get it all out of his system.

By the time they were ready for school, Noah and Samantha were surreptitiously riding post-orgasmic waves. They felt so good, they completely forgot to ask the painting what it had done to them.

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It was a magnificent morning stretch. Kathy’s body felt wonderfully sore, like it did after a basketball tournament. She arched her back and extended her arms over her head. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to find herself in her parents’ bed. Bewildered, she looked around. The bed smelled like sex. She pulled down the blanket and saw that she was naked and dirty. “What the hell?” She quickly got out of bed. “Mom? Dad?” There was no one about. She went into her parents’ bathroom and took a shower, trying to remember what had happened the night before. They had seen Paul’s uptight mother do unspeakably perverted things. And then… Kathy couldn’t remember the rest of the night.

Wrapped in a towel, she went back to her room and dressed. When she went downstairs, she found her parents sitting at the kitchen table. “Morning.” They both stared at her with inscrutable expressions. “So, I woke up in your bed this morning. And I’m sort of hazy on last night.” She slowly poured herself a bowl of cereal so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact. “Did something happen?” She ventured a glance. Her mother gave her an unsure smile. Her father looked away. Her parents’ coffee mugs poured steam into the air in front of their faces.

“I told you.” Adeline looked at her husband. “She doesn’t remember.”

“Well, I goddamn remember.” Joe’s voice was low and faint.

Kathy went to the fridge for milk. Her blood ran cold. She wasn’t used to her father swearing in front of her. Her mind ran a mile a minute, trying to fit the different pieces of the puzzle together. She had woken up in their bed. Her parents’ must have had sex before she got there, based on the smell. Her father was pissed. Maybe she sleepwalked in there in the morning and interrupted them? It didn’t make any sense.

“It’s drugs. We need to intervene, Adeline.” Joe continued to stare at his coffee.

“It’s not drugs! I don’t do that stuff. I keep telling you.” Kathy’s pulse quickened, and her face darkened. She held the gallon of milk in her hand, paused right before the pour. It shook with her rage. “Just… just… get out of my face with that bullshit!”

Joe stood quickly and left the kitchen. It was now only Kathy and her mom. Adeline put a hand to her mouth. Her eyes went wide, but she stayed seated.

The surge of anger passed. Kathy poured her milk, grabbed a spoon, and sat in her dad’s seat across from her mom. “Well… that was odd.” She picked up her father’s mug and sipped his coffee.

“You don’t… drink coffee, Kath.” Adeline stared at her daughter’s mouth, wondering if that monstrous tongue would slip out. Her mind was barely present. It was too busy replaying the raptures her daughter had given her throughout the night.

“Well, Dad left it here. And since he was a jerk, I feel like taking his stuff. Is that weird?” Kathy gulped half the coffee and put the mug on the table with a thud. A dark trickle of coffee ran down her chin. She dug into her breakfast, shoveling spoonfuls into her mouth as quickly as she could.

“You’re eating like an animal.” Adeline didn’t know what she’d tell her daughter if she decided to ask more about the night before. But it wasn’t an issue. Kathy finished eating, drank the rest of her father’s coffee, and left for school. When she was alone, Adeline stood and went off in search of her husband. They had to come up with some sort of strategy before their strange daughter went completely crazy again.

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“Oooohhhhhhhhhh… Mom… thank you… thank yyyoooouuuuuuuuuuu.” Paul’s mother had come into his room, discovered his writhing erection, and immediately set about relieving him with her mouth and hands. Paul’s gaze traveled down the arching back of her dress out to the flare of her hips and butt. What a magical sight.

“Mmmmmpppppphhhhhhh.” Shannon bobbed her head vigorously and pumped his rotund appendage. She knew the Lord would reward her work with marvelous rapture when she brought her son to his finish. The thought spurred her frantic fellatio. She needed to feel that heaven again.

“Welcome to the epistle of fecundity.” A clear, confident woman’s voice filled the room.

“What?” Paul tensed his muscles and sat up.

With a plop, her son’s penis fell out of her mouth. Shannon looked wildly about the room, her heart in her throat. They had been caught! The only salient thought she had was that the intruder couldn’t be allowed to take this new pleasure from her and Paul.

Mary’s laugh teetered on the edge of harshness. “I’m in the painting. Yes, over here.” She waved at them, walked around the table, and stood in the foreground. No one else in the painting moved. “You two are walking His path now. You will spread his righteous glory all over… um…” She looked around the room. “Where are we?”

“Clover Falls.” Paul opened his arms for his mother, and she climbed onto him, practically curling up on his chest. She didn’t know the painting could move, so he guessed the matriarch had given her quite a fright.

“Then, you shall spread your seed about Clover Falls like a mighty dandelion.” Mary’s smile was broad and inviting. “His will be done.”

“Paul… honey. Do you see the woman in the painting? Do you hear her?” Shannon outweighed her son by a non-trivial amount, so it was a precarious perch she found on his upper body.

“I can’t see her now.” Paul’s words were muffled by his mother’s breast. “Your boob’s in my face. But I hear her.”

“How charming you two are.” Mary nodded at Paul’s suddenly neglected penis. “I did not mean to interrupt. Please continue.” Mary went back to her seat next to her son, found her familiar pose, and froze in place.

“That was wrong, Paul.” Shannon climbed off her son and sat next to him on the bed. Her heart raced. “Paintings don’t talk.”