Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"I'm... so... full." Samantha rested her cheek on Patrick's shoulder, drool soaking into his cardigan. "How many... times... was that?" Outside the car, evening settled around them.
"For you... or me?" Patrick squeezed her bare bottom and smiled when she flexed her butt in response.
"I don't think... either of us... could count how many times I came." Samantha giggled.
"I came five times, Sam." Patrick awkwardly reached around the girl on his lap but couldn't get to his glasses in the front seat. "And I think... that's probably enough."
"You think?" Samantha didn't move. She'd never been so relaxed. "It feels like you put a lake inside me." She slowly leaned back and looked between her boobs to her swollen belly. "I'm bloated with your stuff. Wow, will you look at that?"
"Hand me my glasses, and I will." Patrick watched her lean into the front seat, his cock still inside her. When she retrieved his glasses, he put them on, adjusted them, and looked. "Yep. We should be careful when you get off me. That lake is going to turn into a river. That's happened with my mom before."
"Your mom?" Samantha blinked her blue eyes at him. "You had sex with your mom?"
"
Have
sex, if you really want to know. It's ongoing. I mean... not this minute, but most days before school and... well... um... after, too." Patrick blushed, but there was no use hiding anything. "Does that freak you out?"
"A little while ago, it would have." Samantha gave him a sweet smile. "But my boyfriend sleeps with his mom, too. I guess it's a thing with guys I'm seeing." She tussled his brown hair. "Okay, watch out. It's river time."
"Go for it." Patrick looked down between their legs as she dismounted. With a wet slurping sound, his dick fell out of her, now at half-mast. He had been right. His sperm gushed onto his legs, and then onto the seat as she sat next to him.
"Oh... gosh." Samantha stared at the spreading pool on the seat between her legs. "You weren't kidding. I'm so sorry about your mom's car. Is she going to be mad?"
"She did the exact same thing yesterday." Patrick gave her a reassuring smile as he pulled up his underwear and pants. "These seats clean in a jiffy."
"Oh, good." Samantha exhaled. Her bloating disappeared, and her belly returned to normal. "Still... sorry you'll have to clean up my mess."
"It's my cum, Sam. It's my mess, really." He gathered her clothes and handed them to her. "We should probably get you home."
"Let me just... drain here for a minute." Samantha angled her hips for maximum drainage. "My boyfriend's mom did that to keep from getting pregnant."
"Did it work?" Patrick's eyes narrowed in disbelief.
"I don't know." Samantha shook her head.
"Okay. But don't drain for too long." Patrick looked out the window at the crimson clouds in the west. "We don't want to be out after nightfall. Things have been strange around here recently."
"I believe that." Samantha started getting dressed.
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"Sam... Sam... Sam?" Wherever Eddie looked, his gaze fell on a woman. None of them were his sister. Panic and terror filled his heart. He did his best not to turn his attention back to the horror that was Paul on the other side of the nave. All around him were agonized screams, cries of triumph, and bodies colliding. His women were losing. Someone punched Ella in the face, and her mother dragged her out of the church. Debra was bleeding from a cut on her forehead. She, too, retreated. "Where's Samantha?" Eddie desperately wanted to run too, but he didn't want to leave without his sister.
"I honestly have no idea who you're talking about." Shannon, still naked, lifted a heavy Bible and swung it down on Eddie's head. She missed and caught his shoulder instead. When he yelped and cowered, a brief smile of satisfaction crossed her lips. She lifted it again, caught a whiff of the flop sweat that soaked his clothes and paused with the Bible over her head. Her breasts swung with diminishing energy. She had never been more torn. She suddenly wanted to protect him, but at the same time bash his head in. Her arms trembled, and her forehead furrowed in confusion.
"Don't hit me... Mrs. Botti." Eddie groveled on the floor. When the Bible didn't fall for another blow, he crawled away from her. He wasn't going to find his sister. "Run! Run... everyone... run!" He scrambled to his feet and fled the church.
When the last of the invaders hobbled out of the exit, the women of the church erupted into cheers. Most were bloody, some were limping, but they all shouted for joy.
Ignoring the victory, both Mary and Shannon raced to Paul's side. Mary still wore her uniform. Shannon dropped to her knees and hugged her son to her breast.
"Mom?" Paul blinked his eyes. "What happened?"
"What do you remember, Paul?" Shannon rocked him slowly.
"Eddie... from school... he's in my class... he came into church. And Ella... she's also in my class... her mom was barking. And then... things got hazy." Paul melted into his mother's embrace. The other eighteen-year-olds had attacked him, and they'd brought a posse of older women.
"They did something to Paul. We can't let them do that again." Mary crossed her arms over her prodigious chest and frowned down at mother and son. She quickly turned to the rest of the church. "Everyone dress. We can't let them get away."
There was a moment's pause when the room collectively looked to the pastor's wife for guidance. Joanna grabbed a dress that wasn't her own and wriggled into it. "Do as she says, ladies. Mother Mary speaks for God."
There was a frenzied rush as women threw on whatever clothes were near them, most ignoring underwear. Almost everyone was barefoot, their heels discarded.
Mary ran to the exit and looked out. "They're leaving. Get your vehicles and pursue."
"Where are we going, Mom?" Paul felt like he was waking from a deep sleep. His mother helped him to his feet and moved him toward the exit.
"We were attacked, Paul." Shannon, who hadn't had a chance to dress herself, found her purse and put it over her shoulder. "We are defending ourselves.
