**Author's note: This is a continuation of earlier chapters. Reading them in order will give you a fuller sense of the story and the character's involved. Please do not repost or copy without the author's written permission. Enjoy! **
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While Alex diddled herself in her car, on the way to complete her last assignment for the day, her son was busy jerking off.
David had not been able to relinquish his hold on his penis for the better part of twelve hours, pausing only momentarily to leave his room for food or bathroom breaks. With his Dad gone and sister out for a run, David had a good thirty minutes to an hour of alone time available.
His dissatisfaction with the previous norms of his masturbation had driven him to his parent's room, where he found himself sprawled on their mattress, his hand busily stroking his cock off into a pair of his mother's used underwear. He had chosen the set based on their display in several of his favorite photo sessions, and the pungent aroma of sweat and sex seemed to indicate that the pair had not been washed since.
In one hand he held the pictures of that endeavor of his mother. He would flip from one image to another quickly, then return to the previous one, until he could take no more. The illicit sensation of his mother's underwear sliding easily over his cock was too much, and he felt his penis spasm rewardingly as his load added to the mixture already coating them.
David sighed and leaned back into the bed. He had a plan, and was fairly certain he could get away with it. So with youthful optimism, he continued to stroke. The heat and liquid from his own genitals helped him to quickly become aroused once more. A smile crept across his face as he picked up another photo grouping to examine.
The last appointment of the day loomed before the mother of two as her car raced down the freeway. But instead of intimidating her as so many of her sessions had, she found herself eagerly grinding on her fingers as she evaluated the possibilities that it presented her. She was certain a few of the truck drivers who pulled along side her could see the tell tale hiking of her skirt and the revealing bump of her hand between her thighs. But even that couldn't stop her. A little exhibitionism didn't measure up to the things she had submitted herself to over the past weeks. Cameras had watched and recorded her every movement and she had found herself enjoying the wanton displays of sex more and more.
Taking a final turn from the freeway on ramp, Alex found herself in an isolated warehouse district. In her travels over the past weeks she had discovered that the more isolated and lonely the area, the more strange the sex act had been. She was uncertain she was ready for what was coming, but she knew that she was excited by it.
The address identified one particular warehouse as being the appointment location. Already one long black limousine was parked out front and a man in a chauffeur's uniform stood patiently waiting. As she parked her small car and straightened her skirt, she tried to appear confident and practiced. The steely gaze of the driver saw right through it and a derisive snort crushed her.
Alex walked by the man, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. The doors to the warehouse were partially open already and the interior seemed to be devoid of lights. With one final deep breath, she plunged in.
David had been very self-fulfilled by the time his sister, Annabel, arrived back home. With the ongoing sexual focus of the day, he found himself leering at her jogging outfit. Her full breasts carried the thin t-shirt up and away from her stomach, and her nipples were visible even through the sports bra that she obviously wore. A dark V of sweat covered her neckline and also began just above her firm ass and seemed to point his gaze towards her backside. He tried to avoid being caught examining her while he sat at the table. Not wanting her to leave or change, he tried to keep a conversation going as she prepared a home made dietary shake.
"How's school been?"
"Good," Annabel huffed.
"What classes you taking next quarter," he asked.
"I dunno. I'm registered for some international relations course and a class on youth psychology and one other one. Not sure if I'm gonna keep them all though."
Annabel had bent to stretch her hamstrings and David was staring, intoxicated, at the press of her ass against the tiny cotton shorts she wore. For a moment he forgot to speak. That wasted seconds gave his older sister the opportunity she needed to grab her shake and dart up the stairs. Beneath the table, the young man stroked his aching penis once more.
Shit, he thought. I've jacked off like five times already. It's actually hurting to be hard. Instead of beating off once more, David decided a cold shower was in order. He was exhausted.
Alex would be too, soon.
The moment she stepped through the doors of the warehouse an unseen pair of hands had grabbed her arm and thrown her to the ground. She had been in no way prepared for the suddenness of the attack and her heels had not helped her in retaining her balance. Instead, she had tumbled forward into the darkness, her eyes struggling to adapt to the featureless room.
She almost managed to save herself from her fall, but the base of her palms and her knees slid painfully across the cement and her quick tumble ended in a sprawl. Alex was about to cry out when she felt a weight land on her back and a pair of hands drive her shoulders into the ground.
Reacting instinctively, she twisted her weight beneath the attacker and churned her way onto her back. The attacker almost lost their perch atop her but managed to settle in over her shoulders. Alex's claw like fingers quickly managed to drive him up and away.
"Ahh," came the pained cry from her would be rapist as her nails found purchase on bare skin. Alex was certain that she had drawn blood and swung wildly again, hoping to win a quick victory.