The Porsche shot out of the carport at Canton Abbey and into the night at speed, wheels fishtailing on gravel as it negotiated the bends. The driver urgently needed to get to the mainland to sort this nonsense out. Their night had already been ruined, and this was the final straw. They'd be hell to pay when they caught up with that shit. Little did they know, that wasn't just their cellphone they had picked up off the nightstand.
She lay under the covers waiting eagerly for her assignation, not moving as the bedroom door opened at the appointed hour. The male figure made his way to the bed, stripped and slid under the covers, neither aware of the red camera light blinking in the corner. Finding a willing woman naked and raring to go as promised, the man slid his hand around her waist as their lips met. Her hand reached around his cock and began to stroke the tip against her wet, expectant pussy. To her surprise, his strong hands grabbed her and turned her on her front. She felt cold lube hit her ass, followed by the massive cock pressing against it.
A short while later, they were each in the throes of climax, bed clothes thrown aside, when the house phone began to ring down the hall, it continued long after ignoring it ceased to be an option.
The apparently empty boat drifted out on the tide almost out of sight. Then a dark figure appeared at the wheel against the moonlight, and a second later, the engine stuttered into life, too far from shore to be more than a barely audible rumble. The boat picked up speed almost immediately and quickly disappeared into the night.
Sister Ignatius Talibard eased the wimple from her head and placed it on the chair beside the bed. She sighed again. God truly was testing her with this motel. She had already killed countless roaches in the bathroom, and had inspected the bedsheet and found them dotted with blood and who know what. She slipped out of her robes and removed her chunky bra and sizeable underwear. Nakedness always gave her a thrill and a moment of shame, so she both revelled in it and quickly pulled her nightgown over her head, fingering her rosary beads as she did so. There was a sudden, insistent knocking at the door. She pressed both her hands to her ample bosom, holding the bible in one to cover the pistol she held in the other. She answered the door.
But I'm jumping ahead ...
Hangovers were routine at Canton Abbey. This morning was no exception. I rocked down to the kitchen around eight to find Frank in an undersized robe, blitzing unspeakable vegetables in the blender. The sight of his wrinkled ass hanging out of the robe almost made me spew. When he turned to address me, I had to leave the kitchen. A little while later, Mom appeared, tossed two paracetamol, and left carrying a large glass of water.
Later, I was tucking into a bowl of cereal in the now empty kitchen when I felt a kiss on my head. I looked up and my heart and cock leaped at the sight of Aunt Peg in sloppy wifebeater and short shorts. Her nipples made two tiny ghost heads poking out from the material as her breasts swayed. I wanted to take them in my mouth but we had to be careful.
"Morning gorgeous." She said and began wrestling with the unfamiliar coffee machine.
I went over to help her, pressing my freshly wooded cock against her ass as I did. She wriggled back into me as she told me to behave in a theatrical accent. She turned her head and kissed the side of my face, gave it a lick, turned and smacked my ass in one fluid motion.
"Later, Tiger."
I was just calming down, finishing my cereal on the veranda when Frank reappeared thankfully dressed this time.
"Your mother wants to see you." He informed me. I wanted to say 'What? Did I wake up in Downton Abbey?' but instead, I scuttled off to see what she wanted.
Mom's room was dark, with shutters closed against the bright sunlight. She lay in her bed like Bette Davis contemplating the life choices of Baby Jane. A document with a pen lying on top of it lay on the nightstand.
"Ah, David." She intoned.
"Mom." I broke the awkward silence that ensued.
Mom hooshed up in the bed and lay back against the pillows, watching me carefully.
"You understand," She said, "that it's a mother's job to protect her children?" I nodded cautiously.
"This house is wonderful. Full of wonderful memories. But it has another side. A seedier side."
I nodded again, this time uncertainly. Canton Abbey had never been anything other than a childhood playground for me. I really wasn't sure what she meant.
"Your brother, Simon, understands." She continued. "That's why he conducts his affairs far away from these walls. It can all be a bit ... incestuous ... here. Do you understand?"
"Mom." I began. She held up a hand.
"I don't blame you You're an impressionable, young. You haven't experienced the world like Simon has. But my sister." She let the last work hang in the air with disgust.
"Aunt Peg ..." I began, unsure of where to take it.
