“You want… Mom?” To Hailey’s stoned mind, it made sense. There was symmetry if she brought her mother to them: mother and daughter and mother and daughter. She wondered if her mom would grow a dick like Lauren? Would her mother turn into a rapacious, horny dick-with-legs like the woman behind her? The thought sent her over the edge. “Cumming… I’m cuuuummmiinnnngggg.” Her eyes rolled back in her head.
Later, they had lunch delivered. Lauren made Melanie answer the door naked. Laughing, she came back to the living room with a large bag.
“You should have seen his face. His eyes were this wide.” Melanie made circles with her thumbs and index fingers and held them in front of her face. “Now that I think about it, that’s about how thick your cock is, Mom.” She pushed her sweaty, blue hair out of her face and dropped the bag on the coffee table.
“What cock, sweetie?” Lauren’s tone was demure. She pointed between her own legs where only a pussy could be found. They all laughed, even though it wasn’t particularly funny. It didn’t matter. Everything was hilarious when you were partying. The three women ate noisily as they traded jokes, making a mess of the place. When they finished, the cock returned, and they entwined.
Hailey rode Lauren’s cock, staring into her friend’s eyes.
Melanie sat on her mother’s face, bolts of pleasure shooting up her nerves. “Are you really… going to bring your mom… to us?” She held onto Hailey’s boobs, rubbing her puffy nipples with her thumbs.
“Yes… yes… I was made to party… Mel. I don’t care if she is… uuggghhhhhhhh… my mother. She’s a woman… and she needs… this dick.” Hailey kissed her friend.
“Mmpppphhhhhhhhh.” Melanie needed to tell her friend something. She pushed on Hailey’s tits, removing the probing tongue from her mouth. “There is… nothing better… than fucking your mom… Hailey. You’re going to love it. My whole life… has changed. Yours will… too.”
“Yes… yes… we’re going to teach her to party.” Hailey arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. Another orgasm was bearing down on her. “We’re going to… teach my mom… to fuck… eeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.”
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“And what were you looking for?” Mr. Luci gave the Rizzutos a solicitous smile. The store was empty but for the new arrivals. The Belle Dame had saturated the market, and there were more slow days than busy days lately.
Mara worked hard not to squeal with delight. She couldn’t wait to show off her new painting. She put an arm around her husband, and nodded to her daughter. “Ella is going to help us decide. Why don’t you show her around? We’ll follow.” She slid a hand down to Antonio’s butt at an angle no one could see. He was certainly going to get lucky that night.
“Very well. What are you interested in, Ms. Rizzuto? Setting, theme, subjects?” Mr. Luci led the way toward one of his favorite paintings. It pained him that it had not yet sold.
“Um…” Ella eyed the painting before her with deep mistrust. It depicted a woman playing a violin deep in the forest. A young man reached out for the woman from the shadows. Jessica saw that the two subjects shared the same features and hair. The young man held a short staff of some kind and the head of it glowed red. She shivered. Ella’s attention turned toward the river where a man with blue skin stared covetously at the woman. “Nothing like this, please. Do you have something less…” She wanted to say creepy but didn’t want to upset her parents. She knew her mother could rescind the offer at any time and pick the most vile painting in the store.
“Anything… less?” Mr. Luci nodded thoughtfully. “You sound very much like my father.” He wanted to add, you’re both judgmental bitches. But he didn’t think they’d get the joke, and he could smell a sale. He guided them along the north wall, Ella rejecting painting after painting.
“Ella, sweetheart. You’re saying no to everything.” Mara didn’t care what which painting they picked, she simply wanted one of them to call her own. She was running out of patience with her daughter.
“Rather than saying what you don’t want, why don’t you tell the nice man what you do want?” Antonio smiled at his sage wisdom.
“Um… well…” Ella found she couldn’t look Mr. Luci in the eyes, so she stared at his bowtie. “Do you have anything with puppies?”
Mr. Luci snapped his fingers. “I have the perfect painting for your family.” Again, he refrained from adding you judgmental bitch. Instead, he chuckled softly to himself as he led them to the back. “This is one of a kind. A painting that is truly a matter of perspective.”
Ella stood to the left of the painting and laughed. She saw a round table with dogs playing poker. It was a boring, ubiquitous trope. Completely harmless. “That’s the one, Mom. Let’s get that one.”
“Really?” Mara approached the painting from the right. She saw a round table with women playing poker. They all seemed to be having a good time. One of them even looked a bit like her. “What do you think, Antonio?”
“Sounds good to me.” He thought the women looked pretty, especially the one with black, curly hair.
“Fantastic.” Mr. Luci guided them to the cash register. “I’ll wrap it up for your journey home.”
It wasn’t until the Rizzutos had the painting hanging on their wall at home that they understood Mr. Luci’s comment about perspective. Ella was the first to figure it out. She stared at the painting from the right side of the mantel. Clearly, she could see women playing poker, one of whom looked just like her mother. The dogs had disappeared. But when she moved to the left, the women morphed into dogs. “It’s one of those optical illusion paintings.” Her heart beat fast as she went back to the right and studied the thing closely.
“An optical illusion?” Mara laughed when her daughter explained it to her. “Well, so it is.” She walked back and forth, changing the painting from women to dogs and back again. She clapped her hands with delight.
“We have to take it back, Mom.” Ella frowned deeply.
“Nonsense, Ella.” Mara smiled at her daughter. “Don’t you see? This is unique. No one else in Clover Falls has an optical illusion painting from The Belle Dame. Just wait until my friends see this.”
Ella was not nearly so pleased. She would have to do something, but had no idea what.
Chapter 14
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
“Sorry I’m late.” Jimmy Ronning stepped out of the bushes in front of Samantha, Noah, and Kathy. When Kathy stiffened and stepped toward him, he put up his hands like he was under arrest. “Don’t hit me. Sometimes today you hit me.” He looked over at Noah. “Not every today, but it hurts when she does.”
Confused, Kathy put herself between Jimmy and her friends. “What did you just say?”
“Look, I’m just trying to do it right.” Jimmy started walking down the sidewalk like he expected them to all go for a stroll. When no one followed him, he backtracked and leaned against a gnarled tree. “I think I figured it out, thanks to you. So, I wanted to give you the message that you wanted me to give to you.”
“What are you even talking about?” Samantha tried to be kind whenever she could, but Jimmy had earned brusque treatment. “Just… go away.”
“Fair… that’s fair.” Jimmy smiled wistfully, like he knew a sad truth they didn’t. He looked at Noah. “I’m sorry I picked on you. You didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for a lot of things. You don’t know how many times I spent today in bed, feeling sorry for myself. But that’s over. Now that I’ve kissed her, I think I’ll finally see tomorrow.” His smile widened into something showing real joy.
“Are you high?” Noah barely recognized his bully. It was like he had turned into a theater geek overnight.
“I wish.” Jimmy shook his head. “Anyway, again, I’m sorry I’m late.” He looked at Samantha. “You asked me to tell you, so here I am. Don’t let Ella come over.”
Samantha and Noah exchanged a mystified look.
“And Kathy, don’t meet the Painted Lady.” Jimmy clapped his hands together like his work was done. “I’m not sure what it means. I’ve been busy with my own stuff. But you keep telling me to tell you those things. Usually I do it at school, but you probably noticed I skipped today to spend time with my mom. Anyway, I owed you that. We’re even now. With any luck, I’ll see you all on the flipside.” He waved and disappeared back into the bushes.
“What in the heck was that all about?” Kathy looked over at her friends.
“That made no sense.” Noah shook his head.
“But…” Samantha thought things over. “Maybe it’s the painting his family bought. Something like an Alice in Wonderland type thing.”
“He did seem mad as a hatter.” Noah nodded.
“What was that stuff about me and the Painted Lady?” Kathy started walking again and her friends moved quickly to catch up with her long strides.
“Well… um… the lady in Noah’s painting might have a solution for your sleepwalking.” Samantha frowned. “But I have no idea how Jimmy knew about that. Noah?”
“I didn’t tell him anything.” Noah’s frown matched Samantha’s. “Maybe Ella said something? What did Jimmy say about Ella?”
“He said she shouldn’t come over.” Kathy felt like she was missing something big. But she didn’t know what it was.
“Well, that’s stupid. She has to tell us about her new painting.” Samantha considered all the fires that she needed to put out. Her mother and Eddie. Noah’s mom, and maybe his sister. Ella’s painting. Kathy’s mom. Jimmy… and whatever he’d gotten himself into. Paul and his mom. She was probably forgetting something. It was all too much, and she was sure it was just the tip of the iceberg.
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“Hi, Eddie.” Ella smiled shyly when her friend’s brother opened the door. “I got your text. What did Sam need me to pick up?”
“Come on in, Ella.” Eddie knew he looked ridiculous jogging in place, but he didn’t care. “I’ll get it for you.”
“Okay.” Ella stepped inside the house. Her pussy tingled. Her mind fogged over.
“Hello, dear.” Debra Wright stepped into the hall. “Here, let me help you with your shoes.” She bent down and began untying Ella’s sneakers.
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