The Palmer Legacy Pt. 15

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

“Thomas! Thomas!” Eloise twisted away from Kathy’s grip, pushed her into the rosebush, and ran into the mansion. She paused, wondering where best to hide. It was quiet and still. Thomas didn’t show. He wasn’t going to save her. He was busy with Jessica Reader.

The rhythmic tick… tock… of the grandfather clock beat much slower than her pumping heart. Or maybe it beat with her actual heart… what was her current body but a shadow of a dream? A howl reverberated through the doorway. She slammed the door. Would her husband’s evil room work? She imagined what the bear could do to the young Miss Bly and shuddered. She didn’t want to kill the poor girl.

The front door thumped and rattled on its hinges. She had spent too long deciding. She raced toward the living room. She could hear wood splinter and glass crash to the floor behind her. She hadn’t been hunted in over a century. It was almost thrilling. Almost.

“A painted house and painted door.” Kathy snarled. She pulled off her socks and shoes and tossed them away. Her bare toes pressed into the polished wood floor. “Now I’m hunting a painted…” A scent caught her. She lifted her nose and followed the woman’s trail. She moved to her right down a hallway, past the kitchen. At the end of the hall was a large living room with a roaring fire. Kathy tore at her clothes as she entered, shredding them. Soon she was wearing only her panties and one leg of her leggings.

Eloise paused, her hand on the hidden switch that opened the hearth. She turned toward the predator who had clearly been reduced to her most basic instincts. She put her hands on her hips and gave Kathy an icy smile. “You’ll find me implacable. It would be best if we talked things out.”

As Kathy leapt across the room, her mind glanced off the surface of several thoughts. There were trophies of dead animals on the walls. She hated that. Her quarry looked so similar to Noah’s mother that Kathy’s heart almost melted. Jessica Reader had always been warm and kind to Kathy. And she was… beautiful. Kathy reached out as she flew through the air, grasping at the woman.

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“Wait… ugh… wait… Thomas.” Jessica was bent over the sink in the main floor bathroom. Her dress was up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. Thomas’s majestic, frigid penis thrust into her from behind. She stifled her grunts and listened. It was hard to hear anything with the door closed and the slapping of her butt cheeks on Thomas’s hips. “Wait.”

“I cannot wait… uh… uh… uh… and neither can… you.” Thomas reached for her hair, but she turned and dislodged him before he could grab on.

“Just… wait.” Jessica panted and listened. There it was again. The sound of Samantha screaming Jessica’s name. There weren’t many things that could get her to willingly leave Thomas right after they started, but the thought that her son was in trouble was certainly one. “I… have to… go.” She pulled up her panties and dropped her dress. “I’m sorry. If it’s nothing, I’ll be right back. Stick around.” She kissed his cheek and left the bathroom.

It occurred to Jessica that she’d forgotten about dinner again. Maybe Samantha was calling for her because she and Noah were hungry. No, she was too polite a girl to do that. She heard her scream again. That didn’t sound like hunger. It sounded like desperation. Had something terrible happened to Noah? “Sam… honey?” She heard the scream again and located it. They were in her office. She changed directions and ran down the hall.

“Mrs. Reader! Mrs. Reader!” Samantha held Noah close. She could hear him gasping. “Breathe… Noah… breathe.” She rubbed his back hard, trying to break the panic that gripped him.

“Oh… my. Another one?” Jessica swept into her office and raced across the room. She dropped to her knees next to the eighteen-year-olds. “Give him to me, honey.” She held out her arms and took her son. She gently rested his head against the upper slope of her bosom and caressed his hair. “Mommy’s here. It’s okay, Noah. Mommy’s here.”

Samantha scooted back until she reached the wall. She felt herself an intruder to an intimate moment. Thankfully, the Readers seemed perfectly unaware of her. Samantha breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Noah’s back expand with a breath. She wondered what Jessica could do that Samantha couldn’t. She watched them lovingly cuddle, and then Noah lifted his head off his mother’s breast.

“I’m… okay… Mom.” Noah looked into his mother’s beguiling green eyes. With his face near her cleavage and her warm, spicy breath on him, he was so close to his recurring dreams. “But Kathy… she fell into… the painting.”

“Shh.” Jessica put a finger to his lips. His full, strong lips. She didn’t focus on his words, she was so drawn to his comely face. Her whole body buzzed from her interrupted session with Thomas. She was high on bliss, but also frustratingly cut off from it. And Noah was hers, and so full of life, and his face was so easy to look at. She could see the shape of her own eyes in his, and they had almost the same nose. He had his father’s jaw, but… Jessica found her lips pressed against his. She had kissed him without meaning to. Rather than recoil, her tongue slipped into his mouth. A thrill went down her spine when he kissed her back. They had done this before, and the familiarity rushed back to her. Her vagina was wet from Thomas, but it was still gushing without him. She was creaming for her son. “Mmmmpppppphhhhhhhh.” She ran her hand up the back of his head, took a fistful of hair, and pressed his face into hers.

Samantha tried to say something, but no words came out. Her jaw dropped. She could do nothing but stare. After what she’d seen with her own mother and brother, this seemed almost wholesome, and… she had been horny ever since she took the deal. Now her libido went into overdrive. Noah’s kissing his mom right in front of me. Noah’s kissing his mom. He’s kissing his mom. Noah’s kissing his mom. Her mind was stuck in a loop. She fought to keep her hands from touching herself. The Readers would notice her eventually.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhh.” Noah melted in his mother’s arms. This was different than the first time they kissed. There was more passion. More longing. And he was… hornier. He allowed himself to think of his mother’s curves, to run his hands along them. He let the crashing wave of the moment roll over him. She was more than her lofty position in his life. She was a woman. A gorgeous woman who was clearly into him. He was well and truly lost for what seemed like an eternity. And then Kathy popped back into his mind, and he broke the kiss.

“Oh… Noah.” Jessica stared blankly at her son’s face, only inches from hers. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips parted, and she slowly leaned in for another kiss.

“No… Mom.” Noah scrambled away from her. He backed right into Samantha. His heart froze. She’d been sitting there the whole time. He didn’t wallow in his shame. “Kathy. Kathy fell into the painting, Mom.”

“What?” Jessica wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked at the smeared lipstick on her skin like it was some sort of mystery.

Samantha came to a decision. She would completely ignore what had just happened and focus on saving the people that needed saving. “Kathy was in a fight with Mrs. Palmer. They were struggling and fell into the painting.”

“Nonsense.” Jessica slowly stood and looked at the work of art. It was bereft of subjects. “Where did they all go?” Well, Thomas was probably still in the bathroom. Did a painted man need to masturbate if his partner left before they finished their sex? Frederick always disappeared whenever the others started moving. And Eloise was… she was… “Eloise wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Jessica prayed that was true. Her blood ran cold.

“She didn’t start the fight, Mom. Kathy did.” Noah explained what had happened.

While Noah talked to his mom, Samantha tested the canvas with her finger. It was as solid as could be. There was no way inside that she could see. The fallen chair and Eloise’s finger marks in the dirt were the only evidence that Kathy had fallen into the painting.

When her son finished his story, Jessica ran her fingers through her copper hair. She took several deep breaths. “Not long ago, I would have said you were crazy. But I’ve seen things… all sorts of things. So, Eloise has been talking to you, Noah?” She tried to gauge his reaction. She wondered if the Painted Lady had seduced her son. Then she wondered what the two of them would look like entwined. The thought flustered her, and she decided that would be one of the many things she would pointedly not think about.

“Yes, she offered to help us with the other paintings.” Noah looked to Samantha for support. How much should they tell his mom?

“Strange things have been happening in Clover Falls.” Samantha told their tale, almost all of it. She was light on descriptions, however.

“Oh… my… oh… my, my, my.” Jessica turned and sat heavily in her desk chair. “I’ve been recommending The Belle Dame to clients. How many people have I…?” She looked at the teenagers. She almost told them the nefarious and erotic deeds she had committed. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. “Sweet Margaret Vitova. I had her buy that painting with the two queens. And Peggy Ronning purchased that one with the family looking at a strange Rubik’s cube. And…” She thought about all of them. Wondering what had become of them. What did those paintings mean? She turned her focus back to Noah and Samantha. “How do we rescue Kathy? Tell me what to do. And I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know.” Noah felt panic building in him again. When Samantha slipped her hand in his, the gesture calmed him. “Mrs. Palmer was our only lead to help Kathy. And now she’s gone.”

“There’s another Palmer that might help us.” Jessica stood and headed out of the office. “Come on.” She looked over her shoulder to make sure the teenagers were following her. It warmed her heart to see them holding hands. Thank goodness she hadn’t blown it for Noah when she’d kissed him in front of that sweet girl.