Incest/Taboo A Family Destroyed

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Let's play spot the crossover. Lol. This story is rather long I hope you all enjoy this last installment to this series.

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The pale light of the TV set bathed Caroline's naked body as she inserted the DVD into the player. Looking back as Simon sat cross legged on the bed. Hitting the play button as the tile screen appeared. The ivory keys resounded as the hammers struck the strings. The camera was centered on Judy's back as his grandmother played her piano. The notes tugging at his heart as the song began.

"Sing along with me Simon. I know, you know this song," Judy said glancing coyly at the camera. "This is the song I sang to you that night," she said flashing the camera a knowing smile.

"I heard there was a secret cord." Simon's lower lip trembled as his grandmother's sweet voice echoed through the speakers of his TV. "That David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don't care for music, do you?" Simon's voice broke as he sang along. "It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah."

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah," Simon said singing in time with his grandmother. Caroline's hands ran along his shoulders as she kissed lightly on his neck. She knew the closeness they shared before her death. She knew how hard Simon was taking her passing. Yet he needed to watch this. Judy had tasked her with ensuring her final wish be fulfilled for her loving grandson. Caroline was all the more willing to aid her former mother in-law. Hugging him tenderly, pressing her naked breasts into his back feeling his cum running down her canal as she rocked him.

"Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof." Simon's voice rose to match his grandmother's. "Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya," Judy glanced slyly over at the camera. Hoping he remembered the nights they shared. "She tied you to her kitchen chair. And she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah," Judy sang smiling sensuously at the camera blowing her grandson a kiss.

"But baby I've been here before. I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor. You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya. And I've seen your flag on the marble arch. And love isn't a victory march. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah," Judy sang high causing Simon's voice to ring throughout the house, stirring those that still slumbered in their beds.

Their feet dancing lightly on the floor as they snuck down the hall. Stopping when they heard his voice. Looking at each other they never knew Simon could sing. How that angelic voice melted their hearts. They could feel the sorrow of his words as he sang along.

"Well, there was a time you let me know. What's really going on below." Judy sang low her eyes flashing towards the camera hinting at the darkness she had banished long ago that had taken over his heart. "But you never show that to me do ya. But remember when I moved in you. That holy dove was moving too. And every breath we drew Hallelujah."

Pamela reached over taking hold of Amy's hand as she heard her son's tears. She had no clue why her mother's death was affecting her son so hard. She looked to her daughter it appeared to her she knew the reason. She could see how Amy wanted to go rushing into his room to comfort her brother. Yet they both knew someone else was currently occupying his bed.

"Maybe there's a God above. But all I ever learned from love. Was to shoot somebody that outdrew ya," Judy sang her ruby lips curving into a warm sweet smile. "And it's not the cry you hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah."

"Now baby," Judy said as the notes faded away, "I know you. I know your heart Simon. You allowed me to experience something I thought I would never know again. Love. A love that knows no boundaries between us. I know the darkness that once lurked within you. I pray that you haven't fallen back into that hole. This is why I put this all into motion during my last days. So that I would know the man that made love to me for eight months wouldn't sink back into that abyss. That I would know he would be taken care of since I could not. How you made this old woman feel wanted, desired, loved, and cared for the months we had together. Something I'm shamed to say your grandfather never truly did all those years' we were married.

I don't blame you Simon. I blame Philip. How could he do such a thing to his own daughter!" Judy chuckled shaking her head. "I sound like a hypocrite, don't I?" she asked looking into the camera. "Especially, after what you and I did young man. Simon, do you ever think back to those nights? Where we would explore each others bodies, do you touch yourself still to this old woman that made love to you?" Judy asked looking lovingly into the camera.

Pamela's eyes went wide in shock. She never thought her own mother had taken her son. That her mother was there for her son when she wasn't. That her mother healed her son when it should've been her that nursed Simon back from whatever her mother spoke of. That it should have been her experiencing the eight months of bliss that she heard in her mother's voice.

"Do you remember the nights you shared my bed when you came to town to check on me?"

"Of course!" Simon's voice echoed down the hall.

Pamela felt her jealousy towards her mother rising. She knew of the numerous times that her mother had acted rather strange. Her mother had this glow about her for days whenever Pamela visited her. At the time she had no clue as to it's cause. Yet now, as she looked back, Pamela put two and two together. Why hadn't she seen it before? Why didn't she question her mother? Why did she keep her son hidden from her?

"If you do, then maybe, just maybe you'll be willing to hear my final request to you, Simon. You know I love you, far more than what a grandmother should, but I digress; and it always pained me because I could never give you what I truly wanted to bring into this world. I'm far to old to carry another child. However," Judy said mischievously holding up her finger. "Your mother, sister, and Caroline aren't, so my sweet soldier give your dear grandmother a child, or better yet, lots of great grand babies!" Judy said giggling. "I know you might be apprehensive to do that with your family, given what your mother did to you. But Simon hasn't it been long enough?! Hasn't your anger kept your family away for far too long? You know I only want what is best for you. So what do you say, hmm? Won't you grant your grandmother one last request?" she asked batting her eyelashes at the camera.

"Now my handsome soldier," Judy said as the DVD neared its end. "Live a good life. Be happy Simon no matter what you do, no matter if you forfeited my will. I want you to be happy Simon. I just hope you put aside your anger for the good of this family. Family is important Simon. You will need them if that darkness returns. They can give you what I could not. A life. A purpose. And if you're lucky - Love. Now be good Simon. We will see each other again," Judy said waving at the camera before it shut off.

"Shhh! It's okay Simon," Caroline whispered softly stroking his hair as she pressed his face into her bosom. "That's it, let it all out," she said rubbing his back. "Judy, loved you so very much Simon. She wouldn't have said all that, or set this all in motion if she didn't truly love you Simon. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," Caroline said placing a kiss on the top of his head as Simon hugged her tight.

"If my Simon needs anyone it is I!" Pamela growled as she stood in the doorway to Simon's bedroom. When she heard Caroline comforting her son. She could no longer hide in the shadows when her son needed her.

"Oh?! But out of the three of us who here can legally marry Simon?" Caroline asked firing off her opening salvo against Pamela's exposed flank.

"So! That doesn't matter aunt!" Amy said nearly shouting as she pushed her way into her brother's room. "What matters is that the only one Simon needs is me!"

"No Amy," Pamela said shaking her head, "My son needs only his mother. Only I know how to take care of my sweet boy," she said, her eyes ran down her son's naked body.

"Oh? Aren't you a tad too old to carry Simon's child, hmm?" Caroline asked standing nose to nose with Pamela.

"Aren't you as well?" Amy asked joining the fray.

Simon sat on his bed. His head on a swivel as the three of them argued in his room. An amused smirk graced his lips as Simon rested his chin in his hand. If he had to guess they would make great guest on the Jerry Springer show. Leaning to his left trying to see his sister's mound as the hem of the shirt she wore to bed rose above her ass.

"Simon..." Amy began to say only to see his eyes on her - namely her exposed ass. "See! That just shows you who he really wants!" Amy said, pointing her finger at him in triumph.

"No it doesn't!" Caroline huffed crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Watch," she said before smacking her ass. All watched as Simon's eyes watched it's hypnotic jiggling. "See. Your brother just so happens to be an ass man."

"No, I'm not," Simon said stilling their argument, "It's just how often does one experience three rather..."

"Yes?! Do go on sweetheart," Pamela cooed as she sashayed towards the foot of the bed. "What was it that you were about to call me?" she asked her fingers running along his jaw as she leaned on the bed. Knowing how her own t-shirt she wore to bed hung open. Displaying her breasts to her son as her left knee rested on the edge of the bed.

"Mom, I think Simon was referring to me," Amy said lightly shoving Pamela as she joined her mother on the bed.

"He so wasn't," Caroline snorted, "Obviously, Simon was talking about me, the woman he had just fucked splendidly on this very bed," she said, a predatory light flared in her eyes as she clawed towards him.

"Well...do tell Simon? Just what were you going to say?" Pamela asked the pads of her finger skimmed along his jaw tilting it upwards while drawing Simon towards her. Her thumb kissed along his upper lip, brushing away a lingering tear. "Baby, you must have loved my mother very much. I'm sorry she's gone. Love like that is a rare thing, but I'm here Simon. You're being selfish keeping this man that could make my mother fall in love with him from me(us). Won't you show this man to me? I want to know the real you, baby," Pamela said sensuously kissing her son.

"I - and I think they know - it may take time," Amy said crawling into his lap, "However, I'm not going anywhere Simon," she said, breathing heavily into his ear as her feather light touch danced along his soft member. "Whatever this...darkness is I'm going to be here by your side helping you overcome it," Amy whispered her soft, firm breasts pressed lightly against his chest, her velvety lips brushed against his ear. "So show your sister this man that grandma fell for," she said slowly rolling her hips.

"So what was it, hmm?" Caroline purred rubbing her cheek against his smirking at Pamela.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, "It's just how often does one experience three rather beautiful women standing in their bedroom?"

"Oh?! Simon, is that true? That you find your mother beautiful?" Pamela cooed looking deeply into his eyes. Seeing the pain of his lost deep within the depths of his chocolate brown eyes. How she wanted to hold him, to caress him, to take care of her son as only a mother could.

"Yes," Simon huffed as they hugged him tightly.

"Will you show us this man you once were with grandma?" Amy asked her nose nuzzling his neck. Narrowing her eyes noticing the time. "We'll talk about this when I get home okay?"

"Okay."

"And Simon?" Amy said feeling her juices starting to coat his naked thigh.

"Hmm?"

"When I get home I want you to make love to me. I want to experience everything grandma did. Don't you find it unfair that you show us one side of you while grandma got to see the whole you?" Amy asked hating that she had to leave him and that awaking cock underneath her hand.

"Maybe," Simon said. He didn't know if he could open himself up again like that. He didn't know if they could handle the horror that tormented his mind that the war gave him. He didn't know if they could be able to handle it like his grandmother did. Yet as he looked into his mother's and sister's eyes. Simon saw their determination, their truth, their conviction.

"Yes, don't you think the women in your life deserves to know that side of you," Caroline purred her hands ran down his chest, "That we might experience that joy, that bliss I saw in Judy's eyes when I helped her make that video. You know she called you her greatest love. I want that Simon. I too want to be desired, wanted, and loved like I saw in Judy."

"Well baby, it seems we aren't going anywhere any time soon," Pamela said lovingly, "So think it over, grow to trust us to know we won't run away, or ever leave you," she said softly her hand brushing his hair gently. "I'm always going to be here to care for you."

"I have to go," Caroline whispered into his ear, "I hope you, my sexy nephew, don't mind if I join you for dinner?"

"Nope."

"Can we have chicken cordon bleu?" Caroline asked nibbling on his earlobe.

"Sure."

"Good," she cooed breathing in his scent wanting to take him once again. "I'll pick us all up dinner," Caroline said, making sure his head ran through the valley her breast as she rose to her knees. "I can't wait to wake you up in the morning," she said winking at him before she rolled off the bed.

"Now that we are finally alone," Pamela said, closing the door after her daughter, and old childhood friend left her son's room. Her fingers turned the lock on the doorknob. "Tell me baby, why?" she asked approaching his bed.

"Why what?" Simon asked tilting his head to the side.

"Why was it you allowed my mother," Pamela said leaning forward. The weight of her hands decompressed the mattress as she brought her knee up. "To be the one?"

"The one what?" Simon asked teasing his mother.

"You know what!" Pamela growled crawling luscious towards Simon. "Why did you choose my mother? When you knew how much I wanted to be the one?! The one that brought you into this world, the one that wanted to be the one that brought you into the world of family love?" she asked rising to her knees. Pushing Simon onto his back. "Tell me baby, was my mother a good lover?" Pamela asked while she was jealous, yet she was glad her mother had someone she loved during her last days.

"Yes, she was," Simon said, feeling his mother's hand running up his thigh as she loomed over him.

"Then please baby, show me the man that made love to my mother. Let your own mother feel that bliss I heard in my mother's voice," Pamela pleaded, "Let me experience the joy I heard when she spoke to her lover," she said peering longingly into his eyes. "I know no one can ever replace her," Pamela said placing her hand over Simon's heart. "But allow me the chance to try and be the woman you need," she cooed softly, "So how about it Simon? Won't you show your loving mother this man that made my own mother fall in love with..." Pamela yelped in surprise as Simon rolled her onto her back.

"Is that what you want?" Simon asked studying her eyes for any hint of deception.

"Oh yes! Simon, make love to me like you did when you were with my mother," Pamela said, holding his face in her hands. Feeling gooseflesh racing over her body as Simon's hand ran up her left thigh. Stilling her body trying to keep her muscles from trembling as Simon's hand ran up her stomach. Her back arched as Simon squeezed her left breast. Her body quaked as her son teased her nipple. "Oh baby! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to touch me. To feel the body of the woman that gave birth to you," Pamela said rubbing her inner thigh along Simon's hip. "God! Yes Simon! Play with my tit!" she moaned loudly feeling her womanhood quivering in anticipation. Her chest heaved, her breasts swelled as Simon placed her arms above her head. Pamela shuddered as he ran his hands along her underarms. Biting her lip as she felt that soft member brushing against her hot covered mound. Her eye twitched as Simon pulled away when she tried to steal a kiss.

"So is this the man you wish to see?" Simon asked softening his demeanor.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela nodded noticing the slight change within her son. Before he had a wall around him only allowing them to get as close as he wanted. Yet now at least to her it seemed that wall was slowly coming down, and Pamela wasn't going to waste this opportunity. "It's okay Simon. Let me in as fast or as slow as you're comfortable with," Pamela said, lifting her head just so she could have a quick peck of a kiss. However, she wasn't expecting her son to kiss her with such passion when his lips melded with hers; nor was she expecting his tongue to explore her mouth with such gusto. His fingers interweaved with hers. Squeezing his hands as she gave into that sweet bliss. Moaning into his mouth as her hips ground against his manhood. "Oh Simon!" Pamela moaned softly wrapping her arms around his neck as his fingers danced down along her left cheek. She had no idea Simon could be so gentle, so full of passion that left her breathless. Her breath came out in hot pulsating waves as her son's hand had slipped underneath her shirt.

"Oh Simon! Oh baby!" Pamela shouted from the unexpected orgasm wrapping Simon in her crushing embrace. "F...ck Simon, it's just I've waited so long to feel your touch on my skin, to feel you above me. Gazing at me as a lover, someone that's become something far more than either one of us would've guessed. Now that I feel your delicate touch cradling my breast in your hand," she said stuttering, her hips softly rocked her panty covered mound up and down along Simon's thigh. "W-w-well, you see the effects," Pamela said bashfully. Her sultry green eyes flared with hunger as her handsome son wore that smirk she knew all to well. That guileful grin meant only one thing - he knew all along. Her eyes fluttered as Simon's thumb rolled across her hardening nipple. "Oh baby, you're going to make me cum again!" Pamela wailed her nails dug into his arm, her legs clamped around his thigh.

"Fuck me Simon," Pamela whispered in a wanton purr. Her eyes drinking in her son as Simon helped guide her shirt from her shoulders. "Y-y-yes!" she bellowed out in pleasure as Simon sucked upon her right breast while teasing her hot sweet honey pot. "That's it baby taste your mother!" Pamela purred holding his head against her breast. Her nails raked up his back at the sheer bliss that flooded her body. Sucking hard on her lower lip, lifting her hips slightly as Simon eased down her panties.

Hearing her sex resounding in the air as her son's fingers ran through her wet labia. "Maybe there's a God above. But all I ever learned from love. Was to shoot somebody that outdrew ya," Pamela began to sing. Feeling Simon's body becoming still as he kissed down her stomach. "And it's not the cry you hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah," her sweet voice float on the air. Caressing his face pouring the love she had for her son and her mother into the chorus. "Hallelujah, Hallelujah," she sang looking lovingly down at her son. "I know I can't replace my mother, but baby can't you see I too mourn for her. Can't you see the pain of never hearing her voice again, never to talk the night away as we normally did on the back porch. Yet you knew her on such an intimate level. Something I've wanted for such a long time. Someone that would love me wholeheartedly.

Someone that won't use me like your father, your grandfather and uncle always did. Someone that knows how to treat the woman in his life. I know I've done some reprehensible things to you. For that I am so, so sorry baby. You may never forgive me, but I'm going to try and redeem myself to you. It may take forever, but I'm not going anywhere. Mom, wouldn't have it any other way, so let me be the one that bears your sorrow. Let me help you deal with this darkness Mom spoke of, let me feel what she felt having the man she loves filling her with such bliss," Pamela said watching those eyes of his.

"Please baby, say something! Anything! Say that you hate me for what I did six years ago, and never want to see me ever again. Say you love me...or loathe me, just let me hear the sound of your voice!" Pamela pleaded as Simon remained silent.

"You know grandma liked it when I talked during sex too," Simon said smiling coyly at his mother.

"Then talk to me," Pamela said through heaves of breath as Simon neared her womanhood.

"I think that's going to be hard when I do this..." Simon said before his tongue ran up his mother's wet slit.

"Oh god! Simon!" Pamela howled. Her left hand held his face against her sex, while her right arm reached up above her head grabbing hold of the comforter softly biting her arm trying not to give into it. Yet something magical was happening between her legs. Something that she had dreamt about for the past six years. "O...h!" Pamela hissed her back arched, her body trembled, her muscles quaked as her son sucked upon her aching clitoris.

"My, my, cumming already," Simon chuckled wickedly as he peered over his mother's mound. "To think you got this wet what would grandma think if she saw her daughter being so lewd?" he asked blowing softly on her overheated mound.

"Fuck!" Her hands slammed down on the bed, her back arched as her wet, hungry, throbbing lips were tormented by Simon's playful tongue. "Baby! No more! Your mother can't take any more!"

"Oh?! Does that mean you're forgoing sex?" Simon asked inserting a finger into her hot mound. Simon chuckled inwardly as his mother had the cutest face he ever seen as she held her arms to her chest while shaking her head. "Or is it the fact that you've been waiting for this to happen? To have your son between your legs eating your wet pussy?" Simon asked rubbing his mother's clit.

"Y-yes...I've wanted this...for so...long," Pamela said trying to gather breath. "Did...Mom teach...you how to...eat a...woman?" she asked with a quivering voice.

"Yes, she did," Simon said remembering what his grandmother's peach tasted like.

"Yes baby! Suck on that clit!" Pamela moaned, quickly pressing her leg against his back drawing her son in to taste more of his delicious meal. "Baby, I need to feel you in me. I need you to thrust that hard cock inside of your mother's pussy. I want to feel you stirring my insides, driving me to the point of madness," she said, begging to feel her son's hard cock poking at places that no man has touched in six years.

"Is that so?" Simon asked coming up for breath watching his mother nodded enthusiastically. "Well then, I can't disappoint now can I?"

"Nope," Pamela said grinning madly. Reaching up, bring her son down to her lips, her eyes fluttered enjoying her taste on her son's tongue. Her eyes shot wide as she felt that engorged head running through her lips. Biting her lip, her hands squeezed his shoulders as Simon eased his cock into her canal. "I feel you so deep," Pamela moaned softly in his ear. Her hands ran down his back, grabbing hold of both of his ass cheeks so Simon wouldn't be able to pull out. For as long as they were together she knew where his cum would be forever welcomed. "Yes baby," she cooed softly her fingers danced down Simon's left cheek, "Make love to this woman, to your woman Simon. I'm yours now and forever," Pamela said feeling her womb quivering due to his slow thrust allowing her mound to memorize the entirety of his cock. From every vein, every inch, every drop of his pre-cum as their juices mixed together.

"Yes, yes, fuck me!" Pamela howled as Simon held both of her legs to his chest. His hips pounding his tool into her dripping snatch. "Oh God! Oh fuck me! I'm cumming Simon! I'm going to cum all over that cock!" she screamed out in bliss as her son showed no signs of slowing. "That's it baby play with my tit while you fuck this slut of a mother!" Pamela growled hungrily as Simon fondled her left breast.

"You like that cock don't you?" Simon asked feeling his balls dripping from his mother's juice.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela said nodding, squealing as her folds clamped down on her son's cock. She couldn't believe she had came once again. She couldn't remember the last time a man gave her five orgasms in such a short time. Not even her ex-husband could pull off such a feat, and Paul was the longest man she had ever experienced. Yet Paul didn't have his son's girth; nor could he ever make her cum so quickly. A devious smile grew across her lips as she noticed his grip on her legs were loosening. How she enjoyed that surprised look on Simon's face. Rolling Simon to the right Pamela almost collapsed in Simon's arms when he still was hilt deep within her. "God! I love this cock!" Pamela moaned in lust as rolling waves of euphoria, capped in ardor froth, rippled throughout her body seeking out her core.

"Baby?" Pamela said inhaling deeply, gently rocking her hips while her right hand rested on Simon's chest. "How do I look riding this cock of yours?"

"Like..." Simon stopped himself as his mind superimposed his grandmother's face over his mother's. Was that his grandmother's way of telling him it's okay from beyond the grave? "Nah." Shaking the thought from his mind.

"You don't have to say it Simon, I can see it," Pamela said leaning forward, "I am her daughter after all. It's easy for you to see her in me. Then why not think of..."

"Don't," Simon said his hand cupping her mouth.

"Okay," Pamela said from around his hand. "To soon, I get that," she said loving the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest. "So baby," Pamela said pushing herself up, "Are you enjoying your mother's pussy?" she asked increasing the pace of her hips. Tilting her head back moaning in bliss as her son's cock threatened to make her fall over the edge. "Because my pussy loves having your cock inside of it. Can feel that?" Pamela asked looking down at Simon lustfully while gently squeezing her folds. Smiling triumphantly when she heard his soft grunt. "See your cock belongs inside me. We fit so perfectly!" she moaned gliding rapidly along his rod. "Simon, I want to keep fucking you. Now that I have had a taste for the thick cock of my son. I want to try and make up for the six years we have missed; and the only way I can see that happening is if I move in here with you," Pamela said, leaning forward again her hips rolled as she pimped her hips. "Plus if I do I promise you won't ever have a need to pleasure yourself," she said squeezing tightly as she curled her hips.

"My own live-in slut mother, hmm?" Simon asked with a taunting smirk.

"Mmm-hmm, " Pamela purred as she sucked on Simon's lower lip. "We'll talk about that later. Now fill your mother with that hot seed," she said salaciously. Pamela's sex clamped down on Simon's cock feeling that hot, sticky, life giving seed painting her womb. Collapsing onto his chest, grinning like the Mad Hatter loving the feeling of her son's hot cum deep inside her cunt. "So many years' I've wanted to do that," Pamela said hugging Simon tightly as she laid beside him. "It was everything I imagined it would be and so much more," she sighed happily rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Now," Pamela said pushing herself up, "I think my baby needs some breakfast, yes?" she asked lovingly caressing Simon's face.

"I can't have my man going hungry, he'll need his strength if he's going to fuck me again," Pamela said patting his cheek. Giggling as she rolled off his bed. Ignoring how his cum was running down her leg. She kept the joy from her face as it did. Until she entered the room she had taken over (which ironically used to be her old room when she was a child), to dance around at the fact she finally got to have sex with her son. Got to experience how his cum shoot deep within her without her taking it from him or out of anger. Humming in content as her shorts slid up her legs. She wanted to feel his cum all day long. Smiling as she watched his cum drip down onto the crotch of her shorts. Moaning softly as the fabric sat snugly against her oversensitive lips.

"Simon!" Pamela called out her voice carrying through the screen door as she worked in the flower bed that line the back porch.

"Yeah?" Simon called back his cane thumping along the floor boards. The hinges of the screen door creaked and groaned as Simon stepped out onto the back porch. "Going to have to do something about that door. Grandma wouldn't want her home falling apart."

"Hello sweetheart," Pamela said looking up at him as she knelt in front of the flower bed. Her light green shirt contoured to her braless breasts. Feeling her nipples hardening as his gaze lingered on her heavenly orbs. She wondered if he looked at her own mother so lewdly. "God! That boy makes me so horny." A lustfully purr rippled across her mind. "What do you want to do about these?" Pamela asked directing his attention to the dead annuals that marred that pristine bed.

"Oh?!" Simon said, walking down the steps so he could get a better view of the bed. "That won't do," he said tapping his finger against the head of his cane. "Do you know what was planted there so I can get replacements?"

"Well?" Pamela said tapping her chin. "No, I don't, but these were annuals so why don't we plant perennials in it's place?"

"I'm assuming you have something in mind?" Simon asked leaning heavily on his cane.

"Yes, I do," Pamela said smiling up at him, "I was thinking we can go pick up a couple of Paeonia "Armani" their beautiful red flowers would look good mixed together with the others," she said, tilting her head to the side, her hair drifting on the breeze. Praying that she could repair what damage she caused, and that Simon would look at her with those same lustful eyes when she was sixty.

"Sure, I have to run to the hardware store regardless."

"Then do you mind if I come along baby?" Pamela asked itching to spend every second she could with her son.

"No, I guess I wouldn't."

"Yay!" Pamela giggled thrusting up her arms into the air. "Help me up," she said holding out her hands. Sucking on her lip as her breasts pressed against his chest, her hands ran up Simon's arms her body heating being so close to him. Moaning inwardly as her hands savored his honed muscles before coming to a rest on his hips. "Let me put on a bra and I'll drive us, since you haven't taken your pills yet. Which you should while I do," Pamela said knowing how he was putting weight on his cane instead of his good leg. "I can't have my baby in pain," she said kissing him lightly before leading him back towards the house.

Neither one saw the car pulling out behind them as Pamela pulled out of the driveway, nor did they see who was behind the wheel. Melody was determined to see that beast. To experience it's thickness. To feel it spreading her mouth open as she sucked on her stepson's cock. She wanted every male in his family underneath her thumb. That was why she had kept having sex with Robert, and why she allowed Paul to think the baby was his. When in all actuality the child was Robert's. A sinister smile formed on her lips thinking that Simon would finally fall to her, and as such, he would service her whenever she wished it. All she had to do was apply the right pressure. Licking her lips as she pulled in behind them as they turned into the Lowes parking lot. Knowing exactly how she was going to pressure her stepson. Pulling into a slot two rows away from their car. Melody waited until they were well away from her before venturing after them. Her hands covered her stomach as her legs carried her hurriedly through the doors.

"We meet again," Melody cooed startling them both as they stood in front of rows of WD-40.

"Melody!" Pamela hissed low staring at the woman hatefully.

"The one and only," Melody said with a smirk. Her hips swayed alluringly as she approached Simon's side. "Now I think it's time you let me have a taste, don't you Simon?"

"Has Hell frozen over yet?!" Simon spat in disgust.

"Now, now, is that any way to speak to your Stepmother?" Melody said wagging her finger, "Not when I can just scream that your fucking your own mother," she said her eyes ran down Pamela's body. The way she acted, the way stood so close to Simon. She knew they had fucked earlier. "I would hope that you-Simon-wouldn't want your mother locked up. See all you have to do is let me see it. Then maybe," Melody said, her fingers skimmed along the metal surface of the shelve as she neared her stepson. "I'll have a little suck," she said her tongue flicking against her teeth. "Who knows maybe you'll want to stick that cock inside my tight pussy," Melody said her finger ran down Simon's chest.

"Go..." Simon began to say only to be stopped by his mother's grip.

"Simon?" Pamela whispered, "We shouldn't make a scene," she said peering around.

"See even the old hag is right," Melody smirked cruelly.

"Old hag!" Pamela growled. Simon didn't stop his mother from lunging at Melody.

"Simon?! Stop her or spend the night in jail for fucking this bitch, when you should have been fucking me," Melody grunted as she struggled to throw Pamela off of her.

"I don't care! Simon, let me strangle the bitch with her hair!" Pamela said clawing at the air as Simon stood between her and Melody.

"Now," Melody said clearing her throat. "Shall we Simon, hmm?" she asked running her hands up his back feeling his muscles become taut. "I promise if you do you'll enjoy it," Melody blew into his ear.

"Hardly," Simon sneered over his shoulder. "There's no telling what you have caught from all the cocks you must've sucked."

"I am not a whore, Simon!" Melody hissed angrily.

"Oh? You cheating on me with my own father. If that doesn't make you a whore I don't know what does."

"Simon," Melody said taking a softer approach, "I'm sorry about that, I was stupid. I should have done things differently back then, but what is done is done, there is no changing it. Will you at least allow me the chance to properly apologize?" she asked her hand softly stroked Simon's cock. Narrowing her eyes when Simon remained silent. "I really don't think you have much of a choice."

"Fine. Let's get this over with," Simon said sighing in annoyance.

"Trust me Simon once you've had me you won't ever need that old hag." Simon kept his thoughts to himself. For now she had won this battle. He couldn't get Amy, his mother, or Caroline involved with the sleazy, arrogant, insane ex-girlfriend. That was his problem to clean up, "Stupid hormones," Simon berated himself. "Come along Simon, I know the perfect place for you and I to get reacquainted," Melody said looking over her shoulder at Pamela, "Why don't you come along," she said a wicked smile formed on her lips. "Mommy, wouldn't want her son to get caught now would she?"

"Bitch!" Pamela hissed low.

"Have you heard from your brother lately?" Melody said digging that dagger deeper into Pamela's chest.

Disgust filled his eyes as Melody led him to the more desolated areas of the store. His mother nodded to him as she stood in doorway of one of the many small makeshift displays of household items in various combinations all for the customers to view.

"Hurry up, the less time you have your hands on my son the better," Pamela grumbled.

"Don't get your granny panties in a twist," Melody huffed flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Simon, here why don't you rest on the counter," she said moving Simon over towards the polished sink counter. "I wouldn't want you to stress your leg," Melody said smiling sweetly.

Simon was just eager to get this over with, even if she put on a sweet face. A snake is a snake he knew she would bite him eventually. He just had to think of something to blunt her bite and quickly too. Watching as she lowered the zipper of his pants, Simon tried not to shudder at her touch.

"Simon," Melody said, her hand softly stroking his cock. "Let your new mother take care of you," she said, glancing out of her corner of her eye seeing Pamela's hands clenched tightly into fist. "You won't ever need them when you have me," Melody said stealing a kiss, "See I told you this cock likes me," she said smiling triumphantly as Simon stood full mast in her hand. "Oh my! Your sister wasn't lying to me!" Melody said licking her lips at that thick rod. "So much bigger than your father's or Robert's for that matter," she said in awe.

"Yes, I know, now just get on with it," Simon said in a monotone voice.

"Yes, I can't have my son getting caught now can I?" Melody said sinking to her knees.

"Mmm," Melody moaned around Simon's shaft. Her eyes fluttering as the thickness of his cum painted her tongue. It was so unlike his father's or Robert's. She wanted more. She needed to feel his thick cum running down her throat always. "I'm sorry I never took the chance of pleasing this cock before now," Melody said her tongue swirled around the crown of his hood.

"Good your done!" Pamela said, shoving Melody out of the way. "Don't worry baby, mama is going to make sure you forget about that bitch's mouth," she said wiping off Melody's salvia from Simon's cock before putting it away.

"I'm not done," Melody said, pushing Pamela off to the side. "Now Simon I know you enjoyed that. How about we take this further, hmm? I know my pussy can please this cock far better than those sluts," she said shooting Pamela an evil glare. "Why don't you get a hotel room, and I'll show you just how good I can make you feel," Melody said, her hands ran up his chest before she pressed her body, as much as her belly would allow, against his chest. "I promise once the night is over you'll want to be inside of me every chance you get," Melody said sensuously, "Now I'll call you tonight to set our date for tomorrow," she said. Her eyes taunting Pamela as her kiss lingered far longer than Pamela would have liked. "See you then, handsome."

"We're going to have to do something about that woman," Pamela huffed angrily crossing her arms.

"I know," Simon said feeling used and dirty. He wondered if his old friend still harbored a flame for Melody, because he was never going to stick his cock into that bitch. A sinful grin spread across his lips at the thoughts that running through his mind.

"I'm assuming you have a plan?" Pamela asked unsure if she enjoyed the look on her son's face.

"Oh yes, but come, let's get what we need," Simon said taking hold of his mother's hand.

"O-o-okay," Pamela said bashfully. Feeling her cheeks heat to a bright red hue. Her heart raced as they walked back to the aisle where the WD-40 was. Moving closer to her son loving how it appeared that they were a couple instead of mother and child.

"One should do it, don't you think?" Simon asked as he grabbed a can from the shelve.

"Mmm-hmm," Pamela nodded. Her eyes studying her son's face. Watching as he read the directions. Her heart melted as Simon balanced on one leg while he studied a competing brand in his other hand. "Baby? I know all this walking is hard on your leg, do you need to sit down for a bit?"

"Nah, I'm good," Simon said putting the competitor can back onto the shelf, "Thanks for the offer though. The pills have started to kick in. Mom, are you blushing?" he asked as he looked over at her.

"Maybe. Is it wrong that I'm in love my son? That he fills me with a desire I haven't felt in such a long time," Pamela said her fingers traced down Simon's cheek.

"Possibly," Simon said with a coy smirk.

"Then I'm going to hold it against you," Pamela giggled pressing her body against Simon. "Simon, I love you. I know you might not love me as I love you right now, but I hope in time you'll come to love me as you once did with my mother," she said placing a kiss on his cheek. "However, I can wait for that day," Pamela sighed in content as she rested her cheek against his shoulder. "For now I have you, and that's all that matters to me. Well, that bitch of an ex-girlfriend is going to be a problem, but we'll worry about that later."

"I've already thought of a way to deal with her," Simon said offering his arm to his mother.

"Oh my! Aren't you just the gentleman?" Pamela asked smiling broadly.

"Perhaps," Simon said as they walked towards the gardening center. Yet his mother had to quickly pull away when he caught sight of someone he knew. An old friend he used to hang out with while he was in school.

"Simon!" the man yelled when he caught sight of them.

"Hello Adam," Simon said handing his mother the can of WD-40 so he could shake Adam's hand.

"Come here!" Adam said pulling Simon into a hug.

"I think we'll be getting into unexplored territory if you don't let me go," Simon joked patting his friend on the back.

"Hello Mrs. Winters lovely as ever," Adam said eyeing the Milf that stood beside his friend.

"It's Ms. Atwater now Adam," Pamela said smiling warming at the young man.

"Oh?! How would you like to hang out with some younger guys," Adam said his eyes ran down Pamela's body lewdly. "Hey!" he jumped when Simon lightly hit his leg with his cane.

"I'm afraid I'm off the market at the moment," Pamela said apologetically.

"Shame. I know a lot of guys that would kill for a..." Adam said backing out of Simon's reach, "For a very hot night with you," he said taunting his friend when Simon couldn't reach him.

"Oh?! All those young, hard, energetic men eager to entertain me," Pamela mused.

"Oh yeah. I don't think you would be leaving unsatisfied," Adam said shooting Pamela a lustful smirk.

"Such a shame you didn't find me a month ago. I don't think you would be messing around with those little girls once you had a taste of an older woman," Pamela said glancing over at her son. Wondering if her teasing was getting to him in any way. Her eyes quickly dipped low. She might be out of practice, but she still knew when a man got an erection. She did enjoy making young hard cocks stand at attention - namely her son's - but Adam didn't need to know that.

"Probably not," Adam chuckled, "Not if I had a fine lady such as yourself to entertain."

"Oh my! Are you just a charmer," Pamela said playfully touching Adam's shoulder.

"Before I get chewed out for just standing around," Adam said looking around for his supervisor. "Is there anything you need help with?" he asked trying not to stare at his friends cane.

"Oh, we're just going to the gardening center," Pamela said putting on the charm. "I've got to replace a couple of plants at my mother's house for this missing boy," she teased Simon.

"Hey, I wasn't missing. Grandma, knew perfectly well where I was," Simon said turning his nose up. "How else would her lawyer know how to reach me," he said returning his mother's tease.

"Oh?! Any idea what kind of plants you're looking for? I'll look it up here that way you two don't have to wander around," Adam said, motioning for them to follow. "So Simon what's with the cane, and what happened to you after graduation?"

"My calf sought a divorce, so after a long drawn out legal battle it and my leg parted ways," Simon said jokingly, "Though that's a way better of an explanation than having your leg mangled by an IED."

"Wow. Okay. That's something I didn't think you would do," Adam whistled, "So like did you have it amputated?"

"Nah, thought it be to much pain to deal with one of those fake legs. Although I'm really rethinking my decision."

"Can I see it?"

"Sure! Gross yourself out," Simon laughed as he pulled up his left pant leg.

"Damn. That's just..." Adam said trying not to put his friend down.

"I know," Simon said darkly, "Look at it!" he said grossing his friend out. "After the Army I went to work for this firm where I use to live."

"So are you like back for good?" Adam asked typing in the name of the plant Pamela whispered to him. He tried not to focus on how his friend's mother's breasts pressed into him, and how sweet her perfume smelled to him.

"Pretty much, just have to move my stuff down from my apartment," Simon said. Following after Adam once he told them they did have the plant in stock. "So are Cody and Matt still around, or have they moved off somewhere?" he asked wondering if he could add to Melody's humiliation. He knew she had never given them the time of day back in high school, and knew how the three of them wanted Melody.

"Yeah, but you won't believe this Matt goes by Brittany now," Adam chuckled.

"Oh? Like all the way or..."

"All the way dude," Adam said, keeping his voice low so Simon's mother wouldn't hear. "Cody, didn't know she was Matt when she had recovered from her operation. I did though. We thought it be funny if she hit on him, but that's not the best part. Cody was shouting out cat calls as she walked up. How we laughed as Cody got hard as she felt him up," he said doubling over in laughter. "Though in Cody's defense Brittany does have a rocking body. She even let me touch her tits. Man those things are nice. She told me once she got them done that she couldn't stop touching them. Here look for yourself," Adam said pulling out his phone. Scrolling through the pics of their transformed friend.

"Well, good for her," Simon said knowing how his friend always wanted to be a girl. Even he had to admit if he didn't know Simon would have no idea that was Matt. "Hey!" he said in a hushed whisper taking Adam by the arm. Watching as his mother moved around the containers of plants. "You still like Melody right?"

"As in?" Adam asked skeptically.

"As in do you and Cody still want to fuck her?"​