Incest/Taboo Broken

Pauline

It was four in the morning when I woke up that Sunday morning. I knew Jacob didn't get home until eleven last night. I had stayed up just to make sure he came home, which he did, not that I'm pleased that he went out when all he had to do was tell me he was horny like I was. Friday was the first time in three years that I've had a hard cock deep inside of me, and I'm not talking about my father's old, limp dick. I would have never ever betrayed Billy or Jacob like that if it wasn't to save our family.

Everything I've done was for that one purpose alone. Not that Jacob would believe that, and I can't blame him for thinking like that, either. I know my son has reasons to be angry with me. I know how it might have looked to him when he found us that day. Yet I was trying to save our home. Nevertheless, in the process of doing so, I lost everything. The man I loved, the love of my son, the years of watching him grow into the man he is to this day. Still, as I climbed the stairs to my son's bedroom, I knew I had to save him from himself and the path he was walking down. Peering into the room my daughter had taken over, with Jacob's permission, of course. We would never do anything that would go against his rule.

As the Gnostic Bible states, we, the women of the family, were meant to be subservient to the head of the house, i.e., Jacob. I just wish my son would understand that. Smiling as I noted how peaceful Emily was sleeping, something she rarely did when we used to live with Roy. I knew how that man was trying to take her innocence. I'm just glad my father never had the chance to do so. I might have given into him, might have betrayed the man I loved in the most horrible way, yet I was not about to allow my father to take her. At the time, I thought she was Roy's daughter. Now I know the truth. Maybe my father knew all along that Emily was Billy's child.

Maybe that's why he intended to take her virginity, just to stick it to Billy all over again. I never loved my father; not like I loved Billy. After what he put us through, what love I had for him as my father turned to disgust and resentment. If he had just let us go when I had whisked Emily and I off, then maybe I would still have some fond memories of my father. Yet he didn't; he kept us pretty much as prisoners in that small apartment and treated me nothing more than a sex slave. Praying that I could save my son from the fate he failed to see approaching him as I softly closed Emily's door. I just hoped that what I was about to do didn't wake her from her peaceful slumber. I knew she was going to need all her strength for when the transplant took place.

Untying the knot in the belt of my robe as I sauntered towards Jacob's bedroom door. The soft fabric of it slid down my bare back as I gently pushed it from my shoulders. Granted, yes, this was to save my boy from falling into the pit of eternal damnation; nevertheless, I couldn't deny that my pussy was soaking wet at the thought of having my son, my grown son's cock, back deep inside of me. Running my hands over my slightly sagging 36C breasts. I knew Jacob would love the feel of them once he has come to accept us as his outlet to relieve his manly needs. I'll admit I did really enjoy feeling Jacob's cum painting my altar like it states in the good book.

I knew I was going to enjoy that same feeling again as I approached my son's bed. Smiling down at my son as he was dozing peacefully in his sleep, no doubt caused by fucking that woman again. I hated that! The only place Jacob's cock needs to be is in mine or Emily's pussy or mouth! Not some other damn woman's holes! Scowling when Jacob didn't bother to wash off the woman's stink from his cock once I had pulled back his comforter. Marching into his bathroom, flipping on the light, snatching the washcloth off his sink, turning on the water as silently as I could so not to wake Jacob. I knew he needed his sleep to be rested for the day ahead. Soaping up the wash cloth, there was no way in hell I was going to put some woman's dried pussy juice into my own. No way!

Grabbing a hand towel I had placed in there for Jacob when I did the laundry the other day. Ever since being welcome, okay, at least by my standards, I knew Jacob didn't like it; still, since the day he allowed us into his home, I have kept it nice and tidy. All so my son never had to worry about a household chore. Again, something that the good book states. That we, the women, should ensure that the head of the household never has to worry about such things. Walking back into his bedroom, hearing Jacob's light snoring, something he has done ever since he was a little boy. So I knew Jacob was in a deep sleep since that only happened when he was, and I knew how to get what I wanted without waking him.

Just like how I used to do with his daddy. I can still see Billy's face in my mind when he would wake up the next morning, whenever I got the urge to mount him during the night. The memory of that goofy grin of his still warmed my heart. My eyes were on my son as I cleaned the residue of the doctor's sex, who I assumed was the one he had fucked earlier, from his cock. Licking my upper lip, knowing even if he had sex only a few hours ago, his cock still got hard during his slumber, just like his father's. After drying it off, I laid the washcloth on top of the towel I had used. I wasn't about to allow the hardwood floors to get damp and warp because of me.

I played with my clit just a bit before I eased myself onto Jacob's bed. While I did want to suck his cock there was a more urgent need before me. I had to save his soul, even if Jacob knew not the danger he was in. My eyes were on his face as I swung my leg over his lap. I couldn't risk stripping him of his underwear; that would just cause Jacob to awaken, and then there was no telling what he or what The Deluge and The Enochians would do if they caught on to my plan. Jacob may not believe, may not realize the hold they had on him; nonetheless, I do. It was my duty as his mother to see that my boy was saved and lifted up by the light and love of our maker. My eyes fluttered and a little soft whimper escaped my lips as the head of my son's cock pressed against my garden of Eden. My left hand fondled and squeezed my left breast, savoring the feel of Jacob's seven-inch cock as I slid down that hard pole of his. Feeling my nectar just coating every inch of his manhood, like it should always be. God, how his cock felt so good in me as I slowly lifted myself up just enough for his crown to remain inside of me before inching back down.

My body was trembling in joy as my boy's rod touched me in places that Roy's feeble cock could never do since the man couldn't hold his erection for more than ten minutes before releasing that dribble of what he called cum into me. Even now, I shudder just thinking about what we, Emily and I, more so me than Emily, had to endure under his controlling hands. Now, however, as my son's hard tool glided through my folds, I felt my womb just quivering at the feel of a real man inside of my hot, wet pussy. I felt like Job after enduring all the torment, the trials, the tribulations that were sat before Emily and me, knowing finally we had someone that was worthy of submitting to. My fingers curled around his sheet as I felt my cream coating his cock as I bit back my orgasm. I couldn't, nor would I ever, wake Jacob when he needs his sleep.

After all, the man of the house needs a good rest to ensure that he doesn't suffer any woes while providing for the women of his family. Tilting my head back, rocking my hips as my juices ran down my son's cock. While Jacob might be able to hold out when he's awake, I knew in his sleep he would be cumming in my pussy in a matter of moments giving the twitch and swelling I felt. Biting my lip as I felt his hot, salty, tasty cum flooding my womb. Praying to He who is I am that he would see it in his loving light to help my son to overcome this temptation and to ease his soul from the hold that The Deluge and The Enochians had on it. Smiling lovingly down at my son as I felt the last jet of his seed joining its brethren. Wonder if God would be kind to me and grant me another child, a child sired by the son of the man I loved and lost. I love Emily, there was no question of that, yet the thought of carrying another child with Billy's genes with in them did have my heart racing. Running the pad of my finger along the meatus of his crown to gather up that last bead of cum that failed to make it into my pussy. Sucking my finger clean, what I had said the night before about Jacob being as tasty as his father was not a lie. I hated it when Roy came in my mouth.

Hated the taste of that rotten seed of his, which is why I always spit it out, namely on his person. Something my father didn't take too kindly to. He learned very quickly not to push me when I bit down on the head of his cock just to prove to him that if he tried it ever again, he wouldn't have a cock for much longer. Now my son's cum I'd gladly drink down, or in this case suck off my finger, any time Jacob needed his release. I didn't bother cleaning his cock; why should I? The only ones that should have the honor of marring his fine cock were Emily or me. Well, me until Emily had her transplant. We couldn't risk her spreading her illness to her brother.

I knew Emily had been practicing; I had instructed her myself every day when Jacob was at work. So that hopefully when the time came for Jacob to take her virginity, something only the head of the house should have the honor of doing, she would know what to do and how to please her brother. Lightly laying his comforter back over him, hoping that helped to give him some sweet dreams until he had to wake up in a little under an hour. I gathered up the washcloth and hand towel before leaving Jacob's bedroom, as well as my robe that lined the floor in front of the foot of his bed. No sense in leaving that behind; soon enough Jacob will learn that it was only us that he needed to fuck and not some trampy doctor. While I wouldn't say it to her face, not while she was treating Emily. I would never endanger my daughter's health because my son couldn't keep his dick out of another woman's pussy. Taking one last look at my son's sleeping form before I gently pulled his door closed.

My eyes glanced at my daughter's bedroom door as it inched open. I knew Emily normally got up early on Sunday mornings so she could cleanse her body before partaking in the holy rites of the church like the good faithful person she was. Noticing the quizzical look in my daughter's eyes as I stood nude before her and Jacob's bedroom door. Feeling his cum running down my thighs like how it was meant to be. Seeing her nose wiggling at the scent of my sex and Jacob's cum that hung in the air.

"Would you like a taste of your brother, baby?" I asked in a motherly voice.

"Of course I do; you know I want to be a good shepherd of the good book." I saw the truth in my daughter's eyes. How that just filled my heart with warmth to know that once we cleanse Jacob of this need, we all will be reunited in Heaven with Billy.

"Then come kneel before your mother," I directed, pointing to the spot before me. Smiling warmly at Emily as she wasted no time in taking her position. Stepping up to her, spreading my legs, allowing her to see her brother's hot, white goo oozing out of my cunt as I stood over my daughter. "Yes, Emily, just like that," I said in a breathless whisper at the feel of my daughter's tongue moving through my labia as it scooped up Jacob's seed. My hand lightly brushed along the top of her head when I felt her tongue running along my thighs. I could see the taste still wasn't to her liking, yet I couldn't fault her for following the words that we live by. "Now, you go and wash yourself like you always do before we go to church," I spoke, helping Emily to her feet. "I'll take mine to, as much as I want our Lord to see how wet and creamy your brother, my son, has made my pussy. That would be an afront to our faith if they smell my lust throughout the sermon." Seeing Emily nod in understanding. "Then, when we're all nice and clean, I'll make us breakfast since Jacob will be up soon. Then we'll take him to work and see ourselves to His holy chapel."

"Yes, Mama, I'll make sure I'm ready," Emily nodded to me while her chin was wet with my sex and Jacob's cum, just like it was on that Friday evening. Kissing her right cheek before heading for the stairs so I could wash myself. There was no need for everyone to smell my arousal. That alone was for Jacob; I just hoped we could save him before it was too late. I heard the guest bathroom, which now was Emily's bathroom, door shutting when I was halfway down the stairs. I hoped the hot water heater had enough in its tank for three showers this morning. I didn't want Jacob to go without.

Jacob

My hand slammed down onto my alarm clock when I rolled over in my sleep. Stretching in my bed as my body came to, knowing today was my last day on my swing shift. Then I would have two days off and work another three, then be off for the weekend. Then something caught my attention as my nose wiggled. I didn't think Delph's smell would linger that long as I lifted up my covers, only to be struck in the face by the smell of sex. Not that I minded. I did enjoy fucking her last night. I wondered how her husband was going to take that when he watches how I had his wife moaning and screaming for more as I ate that sweet little pussy of hers, as well as fucking her into her bed, something I know she enjoyed. Although anal wasn't my thing, that wasn't going to stop me when Delph lifted up her ass, her arms reached back, her fingers spreading her ass cheeks. Begging me to stuff that brown eye of hers. Which I did, of course; I also fucked her pussy again after I had dumped a hot load in her ass like she wanted. The admission that her husband couldn't please her like I had done with my tongue the first time we got together was music to my ears. Who doesn't like getting back at that bully that broke your arm when you were ten?

Rolling out of bed, knowing I had to get a move on if I wanted to leave on time for work. I knew I had a big day ahead of me, given the work Angie and I would be doing over at the plant. I was looking forward to what will happen once we left it. Wondering if this time we'd get a motel room for it. I knew a few no-tell motels around the area; who doesn't when you live in a small town like I do? Yawning as I walked into my bathroom. Turning my back towards the mirror when something in it caught my eye. Grinning like a fool at the scratches Delph left marring my back. Turning on the hot water as I waited for the water to heat up to my preferred temperature.

However, as I tested it out, it felt too cold, not that there wasn't some hot water, just colder than normal. Wondering if my heater was going out. I mean, it was an old water heater. It might be time to get a new one. Sighing, knowing if I had to buy a new one, that would prolong their time here when I so wanted them out of my house. Don't get me wrong, I will help my sister. I might be an asshole, or whatever people call me. I'm not that cold-hearted just to sit back and watch her die. My shower wasn't too long; I had a feeling that what hot water I had wouldn't last. Once I was cleaned and dried off, I headed for my sink so I could shave before heading to work. While I did like using the straight razor to shave with, it just took too long to get ready to use when I had to head to work as I brought my Mach Three to my cheek.

Buttoning the last button of my dress shirt as I walked down the stairs. I heard their voices coming from my kitchen. I heard them speaking about that weird ass shit they were spouting off after we had left Delph's office on Friday. I still couldn't remember a thing that happened that Friday night, and I tried. Just for some odd reason, my mind just couldn't access those memories. I wish I knew the answer to that. It was bugging the hell out of me.

"Good morning, Jacob," Pauline greeted as I walked in.

"Hey, big bro." Emily had this wide smile on her lips when she said that.

"Ah, that's why there was no hot water," I muttered to myself, noting their wet hair. "I would appreciate it if you didn't waste all the hot water when I have to work," I said as I walked over to the coffee pot to get my kick-start for the morning.

"I'm sorry, Jacob, I had hoped it would have built back up by the time you woke up," Pauline uttered as she stood over the stove making sunny-side-up eggs and bacon for our breakfast. "Since we're going to church after dropping you off at work, we wouldn't have time to run home to take our showers."

"Some reason why you have to go so early?" I asked. Personally, I didn't see why it mattered attending church so damn early on a Sunday.

"We like to partake in the early morning sermon, then enjoy our Sunday school classes, then join the late morning one at ten-thirty." I kept my thoughts to myself as I poured my cup of coffee. If they wanted to waste their Sunday morning, who was I to tell them not to. Knowing that it would keep them out of my house for a good part of the day, something I was happy with, although I was not so happy with them using my car to go in. I have nothing against Christians, Jews, or Muslims. If they want to believe in God, that's their choice. Just don't try and shove it down my throat. I moved off to the table without another word. Looking oddly at my sister when she reached across the table and took my hand in hers.

"I prayed last night," Emily said in this tone that had my hairs standing on end.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm, that when I go into the hospital that everything will be fine, the operation will be a success, and you will recover quickly. I don't want you missing out on too much of your work." I kept a curious look from my face when Emily brushed her thumb along the back of my hand.

"I noticed the clothes on the floor of your room..."

"I swear once we're back, it will be spotless." Emily's quick response kind of seemed unnatural, if you know what I mean. "I'm sorry if you're angry with me, it's just I've never had my own space before."

"You know I'm just messing with you, right?" I queried, seeing the confused look on Emily's face. Arching an eyebrow when she slapped my hand and pouted in this way that I will never admit to anyone was kind of adorable.

"You shouldn't tease me," Emily huffed, crossing her arms below her breast. I tried not to notice how they jostled as she did that. I tried, but well... boobs are boobs no matter who they're attached to, and what straight horny man doesn't take a peek at jostling boobs?

"That so?" I shot back, noticing something was toasting in the toaster that sat across from me, where it's been ever since I had moved in with my grandmother. My eyes flicked over as Pauline placed Emily's plate before her, then my own. I felt goosebumps raising along my skin as Pauline placed a kiss on the top of my head. Something I remember her doing when I was younger. It felt kind of weird after all this time. My eyes flickered over to the toaster as it went off. Arching an eyebrow when I noted the English muffin halves protruding from it. When did we have those? I don't remember seeing them in the kitchen. Noticing how Emily got up from her seat, placing two slices onto her plate. Not that I minded; that girl could eat. I rather her not be hungry than to eat me out of house and home.

"I hope you don't mind the muffins Jacob," Pauline said, taking the last one after Emily had placed the top half of the second one on my plate, which I was buttering at that moment. "Yet Emily enjoys them. It was one of the few things Roy would get us."

"Ah. I'm assuming you never had a McMuffin before?" I asked, looking over at Emily, who just looked at me with this perplex expression on her face as she held her muffin in her hand and was about to take a bite of it.

"A what?" Emily asked in this curious tone.

"It's from McDonalds, it's a breakfast item of theirs," I stated, watching the yoke of my egg running down onto my plate. God. Who doesn't love bacon? That pig candy just explodes in your mouth when you bite into it. I knew if I ate it every day, I'd die from a heart attack by the age of thirty. Worth it, I think.

"Jacob?" Arching an eyebrow when Emily got a little bashful as she looked down at her plate. "Would you mind if we went some time?"

"Sure, I guess," I shrugged, continuing on with my meal, knowing I'd had to leave soon or I'd be late for work. I hated that, unless I couldn't help it, like, say, traffic or an accident that backs up the interstate for miles. Once I was finished, I lifted myself out of my chair and set my plate in the sink. I would take care of it once I got home from work, but knowing Pauline, she'd probably have it done whenever she got back from church. Heading to my room where my briefcase was stored, where I've placed it ever since they came into my life. I didn't trust them not to rifle through it. Don't know why they would; if they did I doubt either of them would understand an ounce of what was in there. I found it eerie how the house was silent when I came back down and equally eerie to find them already waiting for me in my car. I noted the Tupperware container I had used yesterday was sitting in the middle of the seat after placing my briefcase in the back of my car as I slid into the driver's seat.

"I made you lunch," Pauline said, patting the top of it. "I made a pork roast, mash potatoes, and slaw like Mom used to make," she stated with a smile on her lips. Like she was looking for praise or something as I peered down at it as I started my Impala. "I know you'll like it," Pauline stated with conviction. Okay, I'll admit she can cook, so I probably would. The roar of the engine played in the air as AC/DC's 'Hell's bells' flowed through the speakers of my car. Watching Pauline gripping her seat as the V8 sent her back into it. What can I say? I enjoyed making her as uncomfortable as I could so early in the morning.

The forty-five-minute drive to work was uneventful. Not surprising. It was, after all, very early on a Sunday morning, where any sane person would still be in bed sleeping off their Saturday night bender. I watched how Pauline slid across the seat once I parked in front of my office as I got my briefcase out of the back. Noting how Emily quickly took her mother's spot up front. I think they were getting too used to my car, and I didn't like it one bit. Sighing in my mind as I watched it disappear like I had done yesterday. It never sat comfortably with me watching my baby (Something Dean called his car for those not familiar with the show) driving away. Shaking it out of my mind as I turned around and headed for the entrance to start my work day. Hoping nothing happened to my car in the next eight hours.

Pauline

We had gotten to our church about twenty minutes prior to services starting that morning. Something I'm happy to find had made its way to my hometown. While I didn't enjoy how Roy took their teachings to the extreme, I did love the teachings. Rubbing my hand along Emily's back as she stood beside me as I reached up to knock on the head priest's office door. Hoping he would have time to see us and to try to help us get Jacob on the right path to salvation.

"Enter." Came the voice of the man we've come to know since returning back to my hometown.

"We're sorry to bother you; we know you're preparing for this morning's services, which we are eager to hear. Yet we need your help," I said, leading my daughter to the seats that sat before the man's desk.

"Ah, our newcomers." I saw the warm, greeting smile on his lips as he peered up from the sermon he was going over as we took our seats. "Now, what can I do for you on this glorious morning?"

"Well, sir, I fear that my son has fallen to The Deluge and The Enochians. Not that he knows it, yet he constantly seeks out other women that aren't of his family or wife like the good book states that the man of the house should do to seek the light of the word," I said, seeing the man's smile disappearing. "We tried to exorcise them ourselves Friday night. Yet I think they lied to us when we were trying to cleanse him of this need he has when all he has to do is tell us, and we would gladly take care of him," I stated, seeing Emily nodding along. "However, due to the illness that has befallen my daughter, she can't perform her duties like it says to in the scripture without endangering my son to the same illness that has taken root in her body. So it falls to me to ensure that my son has his needs fulfilled until the time comes that Emily has her transplant, which I know God will see that she will be cured once my son's bone marrow takes root in his sister."

"And I will pray to ensure that your child recovers quickly from this wicked decease that the Fallen One has placed upon you," the man said in a kind tone as he peered at Emily.

"Thank you, your holiness," Emily said, bowing her head to the man.

"Your son isn't a believer, is he?" the man asked of me.

"No sir, he is not. Yet as the women of his family, it's our duty that he sees the light of God through our love," I said with conviction to save Jacob's immortal soul. Watching the man leaning back in his seat, contemplating on the problem at hand.

"Hmm... it is true that The Deluge and The Enochians can be rather tricky. I do not doubt your faith, never question that." I nodded in understanding. "Yet faith alone won't drive this scourge from your son's body. Did you give him the elixir?"

"Yes, sir, we did that Friday night. Yet I believe we gave him too much, for he doesn't seem to remember that night," I answered truthfully.

"And him spilling his seed upon your altar didn't banish them?"

"No, I don't believe it did," I said, trying not to rub my thighs together in his presence. Still, feeling my son's cock deep inside my pussy hours after the fact. "He went out again last night and laid with a woman not of his family," I uttered in a disapproving tone.

"Hmm... I see; yes, it does seem like The Deluge is blinding him while The Enochians are leading him down the path of damnation." I nodded. That was my feeling too. "However, do not lose faith in what you're doing. If you do, they will win." Of course, I wasn't going to do that. Never that. Not when I just got back into Jacob's life. I wasn't about to lose him again, not ever! "I know this development is troubling for you and your daughter. I do not fault your son for succumbing to them. Those without faith are more prone to be led astray from the righteous path." Emily and I nodded along, knowing that was true. "I will speak with our exorcist; she's had her own battles with these fiends that the Morning Star likes to send against our Lord's children." I watched how the man raised his hands to the ceiling in praise of our Lord. "It might take some time for her to see to your son. She's been very busy this year." I heard him sigh as he shook his head at the corruption that had taken place throughout the world. "Yet if we are to beat them back and save your son's soul, you both will need to be there to help your son to see the light of God."

"We'll do whatever it takes to save him," I said with determination not to lose my son to the Devil's underlings.

"Now, when are you supposed to go into the hospital?" the man asked, looking right at my daughter.

"I'm hoping we hear something this week. Then I'll have to stay in there for a month until Jacob's bone marrow takes hold." I slipped my hand into Emily's, giving it an affectionate squeeze, who just smiled at me when I did.

"Good. I want you to focus on getting well and just leave this to us. There are some things we have to do before she is allowed to perform the exorcism by decree of the church." I nodded as he went over what would be needed to be done over the next month to ensure that Jacob met the requirements for the exorcism to be done.

"Thank you for all your help, your holiness," I said, getting to my feet, knowing he had to get ready for service.

"Think nothing of it; this is why the church is here, to help the lost lambs of God to find the path back to his loving embrace. Here, take this to sister Malory. She will prepare the mixture you will need to help you fight The Deluge and The Enochians while you wait for the church to give its approval for the exorcism." A weight lifted off my shoulders as I took the slip of paper that he held out to me. "Worry not, now that we know who we are facing, the Fiends of the Horned One's days are numbered, for nothing can withstand his holy light once it's shone down from on high." With that, we said our goodbyes, and then Emily and I slipped out the door to head to where Sister Malory was located on the eastern wing of the main building of our church. While I knew it was wrong to drug Jacob to get his mind to see us as we're stated to be in the good book; nevertheless, I knew The Deluge, and The Enochians would not go quietly into the night. I knew they would put up a fight to keep their hold on my son's soul. That was not something I was going to allow.

The smell of herbs and everything else the church uses to fight the forces of evil filled the air as we approached the Dutch door Sister Malory operated from. It was the same place where I had gotten the dose Emily had slipped into Jacob's drink Friday night. I knew if I had done it, he would be suspicious of me and my actions to the point of dumping his glass out and its contents. That was something I couldn't risk, not if I wanted to save my baby. I knew the sermon was already underway as I handed Sister Malory the slip of paper his holiness gave me; I knew God would forgive us for being tardy to it since this was to save Jacob's soul. Malory was a very sweet woman.

She understood the situation I was in with Jacob. She, too, had to use the same tactics with her own son and husband. In the end, if her tale was to be believed, they were eager to double-team her every day once they got over the shock of it. Namely, making her husband watch as she rode their son on their living room couch and making her son watch as she took her husband's cock deep into her ass. Something I haven't tried before. I knew Billy wanted to try it out before he walked in on my father and me. Yet I never gave Roy that pleasure. Maybe I should show Jacob how good my virgin ass would feel on his cock? It's a thought I have to ponder as Emily and I watched as Sister Malory prepared the drugs that would be used to make Jacob see the light. I had told her what had happened Friday night and how Jacob didn't seem to remember anything from the night before the next day. Sister Malory had confessed to making the dose she had given me a tad stronger than what the church normally gives out for these kinds of events that would bring the nonbelievers into the fold of his loving embrace.

I didn't fault the woman; she was trying to help us. I even told her so, which got a warm smile out of the woman. When she asked how my son's cock felt when it planted its seed on my altar, as the Gnostic Bible states, I answered fantastic, obviously. God, even now, I just wanted to feel my son deep inside of me. To show him how beautiful I looked when I came, for him and him alone. Jacob was the only man I will ever fuck or submit to. I am, after all, a true follower of the word of God.

Nodding along as Malory told me how to administer the dosage to Jacob. Telling me while it wasn't as strong as the first one she had given me, and it would still put Jacob in a compliant state, it wouldn't impede Jacob's memory like the last one did. I'll admit I do want my son to know what my breasts look like when I'm bouncing on his cock, and how my ass claps when he fucks me from behind; because I am going to make that happen. I have to. Otherwise, I would lose my son to the forces of the Unclean One. I couldn't let Billy or my mother down. I knew I would be using it the moment Jacob got home from work, at least after he had a moment to relax after working on the Sabbath. Something his work should know was against God's decree. Thanking Malory as I carefully placed the container that held the mixture of herbs and a few other things in it into my purse. Saying our goodbyes, she nodded to me when I told her we needed to hurry to the chapel so we weren't missed too much.

Jacob

I was smiling in my mind as I listened to Angie's pleading and moaning to make her cum again with my tongue as I was currently between her legs. Tasting her sweet nectar as it coated my tongue. Feeling her trembling beneath my touch as I had my arms looped around her thighs, my fingertips dancing lightly up and down her thighs to enhance the pleasure she was feeling at that moment. If I was going to be used as a fuck toy, and that is what all she really wanted, someone like me to take her to seventh Heaven without the strings attached like what comes with an emotional affair. I knew when she suggested this that it would be nothing but sex between us, something I wasn't opposed to; I mean, who would be, right? My eyes glanced up, watching how her breasts jostled as her fingernails clawed at the motel comforter.

I so didn't want to know when the thing was cleaned last. Not that the dried fluids on it were on my mind at the moment. No. What or who had the room last was the furthest from my mind at that moment. I knew our own bodily fluids soon would soon be marring it. Well, mine anyway. Seeing how Angie had already soiled the comforter as her wet spot continued to grow. Then I noticed the look she was giving me telling me to fuck her and fuck her hard. Something I was glad to do. I mean, who doesn't want to shag their attractive female boss, or male boss if you swing like that. I wasn't concerned about the gay and lesbian lifestyle. If they were happy with what they did in their own homes, who was I to tell them they were sinning like crazy. But I digress.

I smirked when I heard Angie moaning beneath me as I slid my cock into that wet pussy of hers. Feeling her grip tightening on my upper arms as I propelled my rod into the depths of her heat. Listening to my balls slapping against her ass as I pumped my manhood through those tight, velvety folds that were gripping my steel pole like a vice. Again, not something I think a lot of guys are going to complain about. At least it didn't feel like I would have to be half a horse down there just to feel the walls of her pussy like I've had experienced before with a few of the women I had bedded. Not something I was going to hold against those that won the genetic lottery. We're born with what we're born with. Nothing can change that as much as some men wish it. Unless they can now perform a penis enlargement like they do with breasts augmentation. That's not something I am aware of. I would think if that were the case, the whole internet would be buzzing with the news of such an operation.

My hands rolled her breasts as I heard how wet Angie's pussy was getting. I might not be as big as those porno stars, yet I didn't seem to be having a problem getting women off. You've got to play to your strengths. Wishing for something will only distract you from the long game; to ensure you get all the sex you need like I was currently getting. I might not have dated in the past two years but that didn't mean I wasn't getting laid. Since I was, I really saw no reason to seek out a girlfriend at the moment. I knew the thing between Angie and Delph would run its course in time. Until then, I was going to enjoy fucking the hot doctor and my boss until they couldn't walk straight.

Something I know Delph greatly enjoyed. I did, too, if I'm being completely honest. The smack of my hand on Angie's right ass cheek echoed in that small motel room. Feeling her pussy just tightening up when I did that. Hearing the little moan it got out of Angie when I did. Glancing at the clock I knew we had to finish this up. The digital numbers ticked closer to half past eleven, and I realized if we didn't get there by lunch, people would start to question why we were so late given the short distance between my office and the plant. I guess Angie, too, had noted the time, because she started to aid my thrusting with her own to urge on my climax as fast as she could. Groaning loudly as I held onto her hips as I dumped my load into her unprotected pussy. Something I wouldn't do if she was still fertile, yet everyone in the office knew she had a hysterectomy a few years ago due to some odd growth on her uterus. Maybe I am a bastard for sleeping with two married women, but fuck, Angie looks so good slurping on my pole as she cleaned her sex from it. Whoever her husband is, he is a right idiot.

We made it back to the office with ten minutes to spare, although I wish we'd had time to go to my house. I wonder how they would take it if they smelled Angie's sex wafting through my house. I noticed Angie's grin in the reflection of the elevator doors as we rode up to our office floor. I could still smell her arousal, even though she had cleaned up afterwards. Maybe it was just the lingering smell of her pussy in my nose or the remnants of what was once coating my lips and chin. Looking down when Angie leaned over and hit the hold button. I was slightly taken aback when she took hold of my face and planted a very steamy kiss on my lips. I was just thankful that there were no cameras in the cab of that elevator. I didn't want either of us to get fired due to the rules in the employee handbook about fraternization in the office. Even so, my hands took hold of her ass, squeezing it as I pressed her into me. I knew she was only thanking me for eating her out so well, not something I was going to tell her to stop.

"You better eat me out just as good as you did today the next time we have our little fun," Angie purred as her lips left mine.

"Like I'm going to stop tasting that pussy of yours," I shot back with a coy grin, watching the fire flare in her eyes when I uttered those words.

"Good, I'll make sure you'll get the best blowjob you've ever had as payment," Angie cooed before hitting the button once again, continuing our upward trek.

I slyly noted how there was a little swagger to her ass when she turned left to head to her office. I wondered how her husband was dealing with his new cock cage. I would have put the man in it and still called the cops on him, plus then he'd be all ready for those in jail. I snickered to myself when that thought popped into my head as I walked to my desk. Greeting my co-workers as I passed them. We might not hang out after work, but I was always courteous towards them whenever I was on the clock. Setting my things down in front of my desk that I had taken to the plant to get started on the improvements to it.

Once I did, I headed off to the office's breakroom where our refrigerator was located in our office. Glad to find that no one had messed with my lunch; otherwise, I'd be royally pissed. I'm sure most people would be if they had their lunch stolen by their co-workers. I scooped the slaw out into a small paper bowl the company provides for us before I placed the Tupperware dish into the office's microwave. I have to admit it did smell like my grandmother's slaw. I was thankful that there were little butter packets lining the top shelf of the fridge door. Unbuttered potatoes do not taste good, in my opinion. Like yesterday, the smell drew my co-workers to the breakroom like flies to honey. I saw the envy in their eyes as the steam drifted off my potatoes and slices of pork as I got a knife and fork out of the drawer they were stored in. I didn't like them since they tended to break easily; then again, what do you expect from compostable silverware?

As I took my seat at one of the tables in the breakroom, I wondered how she remembered I liked the crusty ends of a pork roast. Don't ask me why; I just do. I really don't want to admit it, but the slaw did taste like my grandmother's. Fond memories of when she would make this same meal came back to me as I chewed on my bite of pork roast. Noticing the looks I was getting from those at my table and from around the room. What could I say? It was better than anything you could get from the roach coach, and the closest restaurant was twenty minutes away, so you were more liable to burn through your lunch break just driving there. Anyway, once I was done with my lunch, I placed the lid back on it and threw away the bowl and utensils. I'll admit, having a stomach full of good food, I did get quite the bit done for the next three hours. As I walked out of my office building, there she stood by my car again, only this time Emily was standing beside her. I still couldn't figure out why they wanted to give off that '50s 'Stepford Wives' vibe, not that I was going to ask anyway.

"Hello, Jacob; how was work today?" Emily asked in this rather chipper tone.

"Fine, I guess," I answered, trying not to leer at my sister. Oddly, ever since we learned the truth, something I'm still unsure of given what Pauline was doing with Roy on that day, she's been more... I wouldn't say clingy, but it was close to it. Not that I could blame her. If even half of what they told me was true, then I might act like Emily has been as well, especially if someone treated me like a normal person and not a slave like it appears Roy had.

"I see you enjoyed your lunch again," Pauline spoke, causing my eyes to flicker over to her. Noting the happy smile on her face at that fact. I noted the men from my building eyeing Pauline and Emily from the corner of my eyes as they walked past us. We all have that one jerk in the office that thinks he's God's gift to women. He was just smart enough not to be caught flirting with the women in the office and wise enough not to put the moves on Angie, given her dislike of the man. Not so much when he shoulder-checked me and slid up to Emily. Placing his hand on the roof of my car, arching an eyebrow when they both scurried over to my side, clinging onto my arms. Something I rightly didn't understand.

"Go away," Emily hissed, pressing my left arm into the valley of her breasts. Only holding it tighter in its spot when I tried to remove it. "Your attention isn't wanted." I saw how her coldness clearly took the man aback as it did me when she shooed him off. It wasn't something I'd heard from her ever since they were using my backyard as a Roman bath. "Go play with the jezebels you're used to, flaunting that fake suave you have. I know your kind, and I'd rather stick a pencil in my ear than be anywhere near you."

"Damn, I was only trying to say hi," the man said before cursing 'fucking bitch' as he walked away.

"That was rather rude," I stated, looking over at her.

"I know his kind; he only wants one thing." Warning bells were ringing in my head as Emily laid her head against my arm. "It was the same with the people Roy got involved with," I noted how Pauline was nodding along.

"Still, you could have said no thanks and go away," I informed her.

"But he wouldn't get the message that way, would he?" Emily asked with this twinkle in her brown eyes, her chin resting on my bicep as she peered up at me. Making me really wonder if she was my sister and if Pauline didn't try to pawn off some girl... shaking the thought from my mind. If she was someone off the streets, our DNA wouldn't match. Which only left me one option, something I wasn't sure how my father's parents would take. An option I was going to have to research before I dropped on them or my uncle like a bomb. Even though they lived out of state, I knew they would fly in the moment I told them. The question was how much was that going to cost me. Sighing in my mind knowing all this was just going to eat away at what savings I had. "Come, let's go home, brother." I have no idea why she had to elongate that final word, or why she had to put an alluring spin on it, either. I really wished I knew why my body was giving me all these signals, yet I couldn't discern what they meant. Glancing down when I felt Pauline's light touch on my right hand and how light Emily's touch was on the back of my hand as they took the items that were in them.

"Let's go home and get you settled and relaxed," Pauline whispered in a tone that had me on edge.

As that 502 V8 purred to life as I cranked my car up, everything seemed right. Although, that was just in my head, and I still had two weird ass people in my car as they sat all prim and proper in their seats. It weirded me out to no end, I tell you. Still, I gave my word that they could stay until Emily was better. I might be a bastard, but at least I do keep my word. Peering down when Pauline reached forward to lower the volume of the radio as Guns and Roses's 'November Rain' played. I looked at her like she better have a good explanation for turning down Axle Rose. I loved that song. Reminded me of my grandmother, that and Johnny Cash's 'Ghost Riders in the Sky.'​