The Palmer Legacy Pt. 40

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!

"I need you to focus on your lines." Mary pushed the handwritten paper across the table toward Roland McDaniel. "Read them again."

"It's very hard to focus while my wife is screaming." Roland turned toward the open bedroom door. He could just see one of his wife's legs bobbing in the air, toes curled. He couldn't see his son from where he sat, but from the sounds of slapping skin, he knew they were humping at a frantic pace. "Are you okay, dear?" Roland called. "Is he hurting you?"

"Uggghhhhh... uggghhhhhhh... uuuugghhhhhhhh... I'm... oookkkaaayyyyyyyyyyy." Holly McDaniel dug her fingernails into her son's tight ass cheeks. This was only the third time they'd done it, but she was hopelessly hooked. She knew in her heart that her eighteen-year-old son, Roland Jr., was the Messiah. How else could one explain the transcendent sex they were having? She meant to say something else to comfort her husband, but all that came out was, "Uuuugghhhhh... uuugghhhhhh... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Another orgasm seized her brain.

"She's fine, Reverend McDaniel. She's more than fine. She's found her purpose in life. Please remember, she's no longer your wife. She is His wife. You are His attendant." Mary frowned at him. "And your purpose is to spread the new Word to your church." Mary had chosen the McDaniel family carefully. Roland ran a successful megachurch with thousands of weekly attendees. Mary was going to leverage his influence to create copious amounts of new life, so much life that she would be able to free her son from their painting.

"Yes... yes... it's just..." Roland continued to stare at his former wife's bare, bobbing leg. Her toes were pointing at the ceiling now. "It's just that she sounds like she's in distress."

"She is currently mated to someone very close to God, Roland. That is what true happiness sounds like." Mary frowned at his pudgy body. "Is it really a surprise that you never brought her such passion?"

"No... but I..." Roland stood and stepped to the side so he could see better. He chewed his fingernails when he saw them coupling. Holly's butthole was pointed right at him. His son's giant balls flopped on it repeatedly. Roland Jr. had his legs spread, his toes digging into the mattress for leverage. This gave Roland a perfect vantage to see exactly what was happening. Roland Jr. held the backs of his mother's thighs, opening her up completely for his pummeling penis. And what a horrific penis it was. It stretched her poor vagina to impossible levels. There was so much froth on it, he didn't know if his son had already seeded her, or... if her body was responding in an unnatural, unholy fashion. He wanted to look away, but couldn't. The animalistic sounds the mating couple made filled the house.

"Sit down, Roland." Mary pointed to the chair. "Or do I have to interrupt them and have Roland Jr. come out here?"

Roland quickly sat in the chair, fear coursing through him. "Okay... okay... I'll focus on my lines." He held up the paper and read it again. "Are you sure you want me to say these things?"

"I am sure." Mary smiled.

~~

"Roooooaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr." Kathy leapt on the orc. The creature was incredibly strong, he pried her off his back and tossed her into the wall. The living room they fought in belonged to the Jones family, and it had been trashed long before the Erasers arrived.

Jessica charged into the orc's side. Her stomach punch doubled him over.

Paget swung a baseball bat from the other side. She was still getting used to her larger breasts, but her augmented strength more than made up for the awkwardness of her movements. "Take that! And that!"

"Hurry, Noah!" Samantha desperately fought off several frantic pregnant women who struggled to stop the intruding Erasers.

"Hailey!" Noah dove past a woman who was practically frothing at the mouth. He held out his hand, and his sister tossed him the box cutter. He snatched it out of the air. The woman grabbed him from behind, and he shrugged her off. Far in the distance, he could feel a panic attack lurking. He took a deep breath through one of the new and improved respirators Paget had gotten them, elbowed the woman behind him, and slashed the painting with the box cutter. He slashed it again and again. A terrible wail rose up from the women in the room. Noah stepped back and watched the orc elongate as the painting sucked him in. In a few seconds, there was nothing left of their enemy but a checkmark on the list.

"It's okay, it's okay." Jessica smiled kindly and helped a pregnant woman sit on the torn and soiled sofa. She glanced at her son and gave him a wink. They had created something of a system. Once they destroyed a painting, they calmed the people enthralled by The Belle Dame's magic and then moved them to a support network of homes. The idea of a support network had been Jessica's and she was proud of it. They convinced people who had previously been saved to help the newbies. Who better to help affected people transition back to normal life than those who had already been through it?

"There... there... it's going to be all right." Samantha switched from fighting to hugging the woman in her arms. Together the Erasers shepherded the people out of the house and into waiting minivans.

~~

The East Tower bedroom glowed in warm afternoon light. Everything in Palmer Mansion seemed so real. They had even explored some of the town, but it was empty. Paul and Shannon stayed mostly in the mansion.

"What are you looking at, Mom?" Paul lay in bed, his sleeping cock resting on his belly. He eyed his mother's naked curves. She'd become even more curvaceous as her pregnancy became apparent. He could see his sperm running down her thighs.

"It's pretty here... for a prison." She sighed and returned to bed, sitting next to him and cleaning the semen from his stomach and pubic hair with a damp towel.

"There's something I've been meaning to say." Paul's gaze met hers. He gulped. His pulse quickened. "I... um... just want you to know that I'm... I'm not God."

"I know, sweetie." Shannon gave him a reassuring smile and continued to clean him.

"I think Mary was wrong. I... don't think I'm even the Messiah." Paul shivered as she worked his testicles. He felt them tighten at her touch. His penis woke, groggily writhing up into the air.

"You're more special than that. You're my perfect man, Paul." Shannon put down the towel and slowly stroked him. There wasn't much to do in their prison other than talk and hump. And lucky for her, Paul seemed perpetually ready to engage in both activities. "Seems like you're ready to go again."

"You still love me? Even after what I did?" Paul bit his lip as she mounted him. Her breasts were heavier than before, and her nipples had darkened.

"I did... things, too. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Shannon knew she would never get tired of feeling his penis inside her. She settled onto him and gently rocked her hips. "And I would love you no matter what. You're my son. My sun, my stars, my... ugh... sky, my... uh... uh... uh... everything." She bounced on him, less gently.

"I love you... uugghhhhh... so much... Mom." He rested his hand on her round belly. While he watched her boobs wobble, he thought about their future. "Do you think... Mrs. Palmer... will ever let us go?"

"I... don't know... Paul." Shannon shuddered with pleasure. "She seems to... like keeping us here... like we're... her... pets."

"I don't... care... if we stay here... forever." Paul pulled Shannon forward and buried his face in her deep cleavage. "As... long as I have you."

"I... feel the same way... sweetie... uuugghhhhhhhhhh." Shannon bounced with more force, teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm. "I don't need... anything... but you... and your... penis." When she said the last word, his magic thing nudged one of the secret spots deep inside her. Shannon screamed out her orgasm.

Paul held onto her hips and kept her bouncing even when she lost control of her body. He knew he was basically masturbating himself with her vagina in those moments, but she'd said she liked it. He believed her. A while later, he erupted inside his mother again, his cries of passion muffled by her boobs.

Mother and son clutched each other in Palmer Mansion and fell asleep in each other's arms. They were still tightly connected by Paul's somnolent penis buried in Shannon's flooded vagina.

~~

"What's this?" Ella took the package from Samantha.

"It's a kitchen knife. I think it's pretty similar to the one that got sucked into your dog painting." Samantha sat on Noah's basement sofa. She smiled at her friend and picked up the controller. "I promised your dad I'd replace it."

"Oh." Ella nodded and put the package on the coffee table. She glanced at Samantha's curving belly and picked up her own controller. Before playing, she peeped at Noah's shorts. She could see the outline of his enormous cock through the fabric.

"How's it going with the latest Eraser recovery group?" Noah nudged Ella on the elbow.

"Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were pretty messed up by the orc. Poor man was locked in their wine cellar for weeks." Ella's fingers moved the controller, but her heart wasn't in it. Video games seemed so trivial now. "My mom and dad have really gotten into helping people get over the paintings. It's practically my mom's full-time job." Ella put down the controller and watched her friends playing. "I don't think we should call ourselves Erasers." She tentatively held Samantha's heavy breast. When her friend gave her a brief smile, Ella rolled Samantha's nipple through her shirt and bra.

"I agree." Samantha nodded. "I've been thinking about this for a while. How about the Iconoclasts?"

"What's that mean?" Ella slowly reclined on her belly, so that her hips were on Samantha's lap, and her face hovered above Noah's dick. She slowly lowered his shorts and underwear. Her friends continued playing their game.

"I know this one," Noah said. "It's someone who destroys images, but also someone who breaks with religious beliefs." He nodded as Ella took his soft cock into her mouth. He could feel it swelling. Pleasure swirled. She'd gotten very good at giving blowjobs over the past few months. "But how about we punch up the name a little: Iconoclastic Destiny... Iconoclastic Trouble... Noah and the Iconoclasts?" He paused the game, put down his controller, and held Ella's dark curly head.

Samantha laughed. "Sounds like we're naming a band." Samantha put down her controller and lowered Ella's skirt and panties. She admired the tan curves of her friend's butt. How did Ella's skin hold a tan in April? Ella opened her legs for her friend, and Samantha ran two fingers inside her wet pussy lips. Once they were wet enough, she moved her fingers to Ella's asshole and slid them in. "What do you think of the new names, Ella?"

"Mmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh." Ella bobbed her head on the top third of Noah's cock, holding it securely at the base with her left hand. She rotated her ass gently, meeting Samantha's plunging fingers. Like video games, this was a distraction from family, school, and their work destroying paintings, but it was a worthy distraction. Pleasure slowly built inside her.

"Are you ready to... ugh... take Mrs. Palmer's deal... Ella?" Noah reached out with his free hand to Samantha, and she clasped it in hers. They held hands while working opposite sides of their friend. "If you did... ooohhhh... you could come on... missions. Get to... beat up... orcs... and stuff."

"Nnnnmmmmmhhmmmmmm." Ella shook her head without releasing the fat head of Noah's cock from her mouth.

"It's okay... Ella... you've been through a lot." Samantha rotated her fingers inside Ella's anus, just the way she knew her friend liked it. "In your own time."

"Mmmmppphhhhhhhhh." Ella nodded and sucked harder. The three of them were now masters of each other's pleasure points. Ella's eyes rolled back as she slobbered on Noah's cock. She came hard. Several of Ella's orgasms later, Noah finally exploded in her mouth. She drank it all down as she'd learned to do. Hanging out with her friends was so much better when they ignored their video games.

~~

Her son looked ridiculous lying on his broken bed, reading by the light of his bedside lamp. It should have been Jessica's husband who fixed his son's bed, but she had asked him not to return. It was for the best: it would have been hard to explain her swelling belly to him. As she stood in the doorway, she absentmindedly rubbed the curve of her burgeoning pregnancy. "It's silly that you're still using that broken bed."

"Oh, hey, Mom." Noah put the e-reader down and smiled at her. She was wearing lingerie and a sultry expression. "You want to join me in bed?"

"Actually, I was thinking you could join me." She beckoned him with a finger. "Your dad isn't coming home. And your bed has no legs. What if you slept with me from now on?"

Noah's smile widened. "What do we do when Sam stays over?" He got out from under the covers and stood. He was naked, his cock slowly rising.

"I like Sam, honey. She can sleep with us if she wants." Jessica shrugged like she hadn't thought all of this through before making her offer. "I have a king bed after all." She winked. "Lots of room."

"'Lots of room'?" Noah laughed. "What about Paget? She'll be jealous."

"You want to sleep in her room?" Jessica took hold of his growing penis and gently pulled him into the hall.

"She doesn't have a king bed." Noah grinned like an idiot. He loved when his mom literally led him by the dick.

"How come you're not worried about Hailey?" Jessica looked back at him over her shoulder and chuckled at the grin on his face.

"She practically moved in with Kathy. She's pretending to be the Bly's servant or something." When his mother raised an eyebrow at that, Noah raised his in reply. "You raised some kinky children, Mom."

"I didn't mean to." Jessica looked thoughtful as she pulled him into her bedroom. "But I'm glad I did." She stopped by the bed and let go of his penis. "Anyway. I love your sisters, too. They can join us anytime they like." She lowered her panties and crawled onto the bed, giving him a prime view of her rolling butt.

"If I'm sleeping with you every night, it's sort of like you're my... um..." With wide eyes he watched her turn onto her back and spread her legs. He never grew tired of this view. The V of her pussy drew his gaze, but he couldn't help sweeping his gaze along her long legs and up to the mighty mountains restrained by her lacy bra.

"'It's sort of like'... I'm your wife?" Jessica giggled. "Don't be preposterous. You're my man, honey. But you're not my husband. I'll always be your mom."

Noah sighed in relief and climbed on top of his mother. "I'm glad you're my mom. I love you so much." He lined up his cock and entered her pussy. She was wet, warm, and just tight enough to squeeze him.

"Me... uuuuggghhhhhhhh... too." Jessica ran her fingernails down his back.

"Are you... uh... uh... uh... upset about... Dad?" Noah's hips found a steady rhythm, driving her butt deep into the mattress with each stroke.

"He... and I... oooohhhhhhhhh... had grown... distant... ugh... ugh... ugh... even before... the painting." Jessica hooked her ankles around her son's ass, pulling him in with each stroke. "I... think... you and I... have always... understood each other. And now... and now... you're like a... primal force... in my life. I don't need... anyone else... uuuggghhhhhhhhhh."

"Thomas?" He pulled down her bra and looked at her rocking breasts. Her nipples were dark pink now.

"I was once... infatuated... with Thomas... but I ended it... a long time ago." Jessica shuddered. Her son's wonderful penis hit the perfect spot deep inside her. "An infatuation... ah... ah... ah... can't compete... with what we have. Your... body... your mind... your soul... are connected... to mine... we were made for... each other. Ooohhhhhhhhhh. Or maybe... I made you... for... eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Jessica arched her back and orgasmed, her toes curling.

"You look... so beautiful... when you cum." Noah snaked his hands under her and held her ass. He used the leverage to drive into her harder than before.

"Uuuuuggghhhhhhhhhhhh." Jessica blinked, trying to focus on his determined face. "Don't... don't... uuggghhh... uuuuggghhhhhh..." The bed creaked violently under them. "Don't... uughhh... break my bed... honey... or... uugghhhh... we'll have... nowhere to sleep." She was thrilled when he didn't listen to her and continued pile-driving her vagina. Sometimes it's good to disobey your mother. Somehow the bed survived an hour of vigorous sex. Eventually they shared climaxes and caught their breath.

"Shower... Mom?" Noah lay with his cheek on her sweaty breast.

"If you're going to sleep here... I have a feeling I'll be changing the sheets... every day." She crawled under the covers and held them open for him. "I want to smell your... sweat and sperm... as I drift off to sleep."

"We really do... think alike." Noah moved under the covers. He put his arm around his mother as she curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest. Her soft curves were pressed all along his side. They fit perfectly together. She was right, they were compatible body, mind, and soul. He gently stroked the flare from her waist out to her hip with his fingertips. Within a few minutes, her slow, even breathing told him she was asleep. He wasn't far behind.

~~

Christmas music played on the speakers just loudly enough to compete with Paget's crying baby upstairs. Noah had Samantha's baby tucked in one arm as he sat by the Christmas tree, sipping mulled apple cider. He automatically rocked on the sofa. His mother chatted with Lindsey Owens on the other side of the living room. Jessica held her daughter and rocked gently as she talked. Kathy tossed her son in the air as she rested on her back on the carpet. Hailey's baby son watched with wide eyes. All the babies had the same father. And indeed, the same day of conception.

"Everyone seems to be getting along nicely." Samantha smiled at her boyfriend. She wore a Hanukkah sweater and a long skirt. Her blue eyes watched Noah closely, ready to swoop in if their daughter fussed in his arms.

"Eddie?" Noah glanced around the room. Samantha's father was quietly talking with Ella's dad in the corner. The other men in the room looked out of place.

"He's hiding in the kitchen. He thinks you're still mad at him." Samantha shrugged.

"I am." Noah mimicked her shrug. "Sorry, but it's hard to forgive what he did."

"Look around the room." Samantha panned her eyes at the festive scene, filled with babies. "What do you see?"

Ella walked in from the dining room with a glass of water, her maternity dress doing its best to hide her enormous belly and boobs. She sat next to Noah and cooed at the baby in his arms.

Noah looked around the room. "Christmas?"

"I see an unnatural amount of Noah DNA." Samantha pressed her lips together as she often did when making a point. "This is Eloise's work." She gestured to where Eloise was laughing at one of Adeline's jokes. "We've embraced your painting."

"Yeah, so?" Noah put his free hand on Ella's belly, feeling the baby kick.

"That's what Eddie did, too. But his painting was... darker. He lost himself in it." Samantha sighed. "And perhaps it didn't help that he was already a jerk. My point is... you may not want to be his friend, but you can forgive him. The rest of us have."

Noah rubbed Ella's belly as he thought.

"She's right, Noah." Ella smiled at him and kissed him on the forehead.

"She's right, dummy." Kathy tossed her baby almost up to the ceiling and caught her effortlessly.

Noah met Samantha's clear-eyed gaze. "You're right. I'll tell him I forgive him today. You're my conscience, Sam. What would I do without you?"

"Well, there wouldn't be Iconoclastic Legacy, that's for sure. And we wouldn't be destroying all those paintings." Samantha smiled and patted his thigh. "Give her back. It's time to feed her."

"Yeah, sure." Noah handed their daughter back to Samantha. He watched her stand and head to the doorway. "I love you, Sam."

Samantha turned back to him, her face soft and bright. "I love you too, dummy."

~~

"Oh my gosh... you guys." Samantha burst into Paget's room. She found her having sex with Noah. She didn't mind. "Look!" She held her phone up for them to see.

"Hey... ugh... Sam." Noah sat on his sister's desk chair. Paget rode him in reverse. Her massive, milk-filled boobs and pale butt quaked with each bounce. He took his hand off his sister's ass and waved to his girlfriend. "What's... up?"

"Look." Samantha walked closer to them and held the phone up. Neither Reader seemed to focus on the screen. Samantha rolled her eyes. "Can you take a break for one minute?"

"Sorry... Sam... sorry... sorry... I'm really close... so close... and I... have to finish." Paget met Samantha's eyes with a dazed gaze.

"Let her... cum... ugh... ugh... then we can take... a break... I don't have to cum... yet." Noah took hold of his sister's red hair and slipped a finger into her ass. He knew how to get her off.

"Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Paget's eyes rolled back, she clenched her jaw, and rode the waves of ecstasy.

When his sister quieted on his lap, Noah reached for the phone. "A crazy reverend? What's so special about this?"

"Look at what it says." Samantha helped the post-orgasmic Paget off Noah's dick and moved her over to the bed. Paget flopped on her belly, still faintly moaning. Samantha sat next to her and placed a hand possessively on Paget's ass cheek.

"The pastor espouses an epistle of fecundity. His congregation has grown dramatically in the last year," Noah read. "Some have claimed that his church is ruining relationships, as many new converts cut off contact with those outside the church. There have also been rumors of drug experimentation and strange pregnancies." Noah handed Samantha her phone back. "Paul's painting?"

"Seems like a sure bet." Samantha patted Paget's ass, watching it shake. "Mind if I finish him off?"

"Sure... Sam." Paget's voice was muffled, her mouth pressed to the covers.

Samantha began to undress. When she was topless, she paused. The hunger in Noah's eyes was comical. "You like?" She shimmied her shoulders, her heavy boobs wobbled side to side.

"I didn't think you could get any more beautiful." Noah grinned like an idiot, his gaze locked on her boobs. "But motherhood agrees with you. I need to be inside you."

"Well, it's lucky for you that I was planning to ride you like a crazed jockey." Samantha removed the rest of her clothes. "The reverend is in Alabama. You think Iconoclastic Legacy is ready for a road trip?" She straddled him.

"Someone will have to stay in Clover Falls with the babies." Samantha held her boobs and grimaced. "I don't envy her. That's a lot of feeding. Whoever stays will basically be a cow."

"That rules me out." Noah laughed. He looked down at her triangle of blond hair as his cock slid in just below.

"I'm going on the car trip." Paget, still laying on her belly, raised her hand in the air.

"We'll have to... aaahhhhhhhh... draw straws." Samantha undulated her hips, pressing her boobs into his face. "Speaking of... feeding." She moaned when Noah latched on to her nipple and drank her milk.

"Mmmmppphhhhhh." Noah gulped down the sweet warmth she offered him.

"You two... look so hot." Paget rolled onto her back and rubbed her clit. "We should... rent an RV or something... for the trip. So... you know... we can have privacy."

"Sure." Samantha's face lost focus. Pleasure surged from her pussy and nipple, meeting at her core. "We should bring... uuggghhhhhhh... Eloise... with us... if she can... uuughhhhhhhhh... travel that far." As far as she knew, Eloise hadn't tried to leave Clover Falls. But if Mary could move all the way to Alabama, Eloise should be able to as well.

"Mmmmmpppphhhhh." Noah nodded into her boob. They humped without further comment for a while longer. When he got close, he released her nipple and grabbed her ass. He bounced her on his dick. "Want... another... baby... Sam?

"Yesssssssssssssss... please... uuuggghhhhhhhhh... yes." Samantha arched her back and looked up at the ceiling, her hands grabbing his thighs to keep from tumbling backward. She bounced with long lunges. She would never get tired of Noah and his magic dick.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." Noah unloaded in her pussy.

With screams and shudders, all three people in the room came together.

When her hips went still, Samantha leaned forward and hugged Noah's head. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed his face into her cleavage. "I can almost feel... your swimmers... searching inside me. Oh!" She jumped a little when he flexed his dick inside her. "And I can totally feel that." She giggled.

"I love you, Samantha Owens." Noah kissed her boobs.

"I love you, Noah Reader." She squeezed her pussy on his cock.

"Iconoclastic Legacy forever." Noah smiled.

"Iconoclastic Legacy forever," Samantha murmured. Her hips gently started undulating again. He was still hard. "Forever... and ever."

Eloise stood unnoticed in the corner, a warm smile on her cold face. She watched the nineteen-year-olds create more life. She might not have been the actual Eloise Palmer, but she was sure the real one would have been proud of her, wherever she was. Who knows, maybe someday I'll meet Mrs. Palmer and find out for myself. She chuckled at the thought, but not loudly enough that anyone noticed her. She enjoyed the show. Once Noah orgasmed again, she faded away.

THE END