hello! thank you for reading. feel free to skip down to the dotted line, this is just a little something i wanted to say beforehand. this story is the third part of an ongoing series. if you want context for what the fuck is going on, go back and read from the beginning. if you don't care, read on.
first things first, your trusty public service announcement:
I do not believe that incest is a morally right thing to do. I have not nor will ever have any desire to engage in any kind of sexual activity with any of my immediate family members, and I am appalled that anyone finds their parents or siblings a suitable sexual partner. Or their underage children. Pedophilia is disgusting mental disorder and if that's what you look for in incest porn, get out. Everyone in my pornagraphic works is and will be 18 and above, thank you very much.
ok, so. y'all didn't like part four very much. i can understand why. the storyline for that section wasn't the best, so i'd like to clarify a few things so i can move forward.
first off, that was not a dream sequence. all characters were very much awake and horny. the reason amanda is acting like that is because she's wasted. in an inebriated state, she can much more easily justify sucking and fucking her son. eddy is also drunk, and so is acting strangely as well.
one comment on that chapter wasn't clear about what was cartoonish, and the other was upset with something that i was not particularly worried about. so apparently i have no fucking clue what i'm doing. i wasn't sure if y'all would like the part with mr. white in it. for those of you who have read part four, please tell me what you thought wasn't working for it. either in this chapter or that one. thanks!
and anal? who the FUCK said Amanda Opal Wellman wanted to do anal? that woman's only desire is to have her womb pumped full of thick breeder cum. she
lives
to breed. and i am
offended
you thought i wasn't going to do another doggy style scene my good sir. wounded almost.
now, this part isn't incest. i know some people have been waiting for family breeding time, but that time has not come to pass.
not yet.
but please enjoy, and leave a comment! i would love to hear some constructive criticism and improve my work.
-W
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"Alright. Eddy, c'mon. I want you to learn about the family business today."
Eddy blinked in surprise. His dad never brought him to work on a weekday before.
He turned his gaze on Alex, who leapt onto the couch the moment before their old man came down the stairs. When Amanda hissed, "He's coming!" Eddy had never been more scared in his life. He helped heave her tits back into a clean new dress while the ladies stuffed his dick into some pants; Alex swiped both articles out of the dryer. They must have been his dad's jeans because they were
way
too small around his crotch.
The three of them had never been more relieved when the asshole started swearing at Amanda, asking why she hadn't cleaned up the mess yet.
Eddy never thought that was something he would say. Yet while relieved, he still didn't know why his dad would want him at his job.
Alex looked just as confused as he was. Did he know? Why would he yell at Amanda about some little mess if he did?
Better not question it. "Alright dad."
He nodded stiffly at Eddy, then marched out to the car. Amanda waved him out the door, trying to hide how frustrated she was. Mr. Wellman didn't notice that his wife's thighs were quivering as she rubbed them together. He didn't notice her erect nipples or flushed face.
But Eddy noticed.
He'd have to take care of that when he got back.
...
The car ride over to the office was insufferably quiet. Mr. Wellman didn't really like music, so he always drove with the radio off. Eddy hated that. The silence always seemed to creep into his ears.
They parked in front of a sign that had Eagle's Shares painted on in bold, black letters. Eddy noted that the sign was dented in several places.
His dad strode inside, not saying a word. Eddy probably would've had to jog if his legs weren't so long. Still, it was faster than the slow, ambling pace he normally liked to keep.
Eddy didn't expect the tour. He'd been here before, just never on a weekday. He and Alex would get dropped off at the office sometimes because their mom was busy. And their dad didn't trust them to be alone in the house. Like they would throw a party the hour he was gone.
The two went from room to room, Eddy's dad would say something about it that he didn't really listen to, then they'd move on to the next one. He wanted to tell his father that he already knew the building, but he was too afraid to ask. While he'd concluded that Mr. Wellman didn't know that Eddy had fucked his wife and daughter, he still seemed angry about something. And Eddy had learned to avoid his father when he was angry.
Finally, they entered a room that had papers strewn all over the tables and floors; Mr. Wellman's receptionist's office. A slender blonde was running around the room, organizing everything. Eddy immediately felt bad for her. Just a few minutes ago, while he had been having the time of his life, this poor woman had been working her ass off. Probably for hours.
"Jackson!" His dad barked, startling the blonde. "I thought I told you to get things cleaned up before I got back."
She huffed, blowing some hair out of her face. "I'm working on it. You were gone for like, less than fifteen minutes." She looked at Eddy and smiled. "Who's this?"
His dad looked at Eddy too. "Oh. Right. This is my son, Eddy."
The blonde moved the papers in her arms to one side and stuck out the other to shake. "Elisa. Pleasure."
Eddy took it and smirked, looking her up and down. "The pleasure's all mine. Do you need a hand?"
"Oh no, I've had worse. Just last week we had--"
"Yes," Mr. Wellman interrupted, "She needs the help. You two file all this while I... work on something in my office."
Eddy noticed Elisa roll her eyes behind his dad's back. She mouthed to him, "His dick."
Eddy managed to make his laugh sound something like a cough. Wellman nodded to them formally and retreated into his office with a slammed door.
"Fucking asshole," Elisa muttered. Then she glanced at Eddy nervously. "I mean--"
"No," he held up his hand. "You're right. God. Do I have some fucking stories about the insane shit he's done."
Elisa grinned. "Not as many as me, I bet."
Eddy grinned back. "Challenge accepted."
...
The two of them spent the next few hours sitting on the floor, organizing and boxing papers while telling the most fucked up stories they could think about Mr. Wellman. Eddy had known him longer obviously, but Elisa worked for him. The score was close, but Eddy was saving the worst thing for last.
"So he fucking left you at Target?" Elisa said, her jaw almost on the floor. "How old were you again?"
"Six. I had to ask the cashier for his phone to call my mom for a ride."
She lightly smacked his shoulder with a stack of paper. "You're fucking with me. No way."
"Yup. My mom was furious. My dad must've realised too, because he didn't come home until almost one in the morning. I remember cause I woke up from all the yelling." He grinned, putting another stack into a box and lifting onto her desk. "You wanna sit in a chair? My back's getting kinda sore."
Elisa pursed her lips. "Yeah, you're probably right. I wasn't gonna say anything."
Eddy quizzically raised an eyebrow.
"...We were having such a good time! And the guest chair's on the other side."
"We can move the chair," he reasoned.
"Oh. Right," She blushed a bright pink.
Eddy helped her up and they started moving everything onto her desk. Elisa kept bumping into him and giggling. Her laugh was so infectious. He found himself bumping into her on purpose, just so he could hear it.
Before they finished, a man with white hair and pink eyes walked into the room. A thin smile spread across his lips when he laid those eyes on the flirtatious teenagers. Kids. Neither of them had any idea what they were doing. Well, Ms. Jackson probably did. Boys were so clueless when it came to women.
"Hello again Mr. White!" Elisa laughed. "Mr. Wellman's in his office. 'Taking care of something.'"
