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!
The minivan screeched to a halt. Lauren's vise grip on the steering wheel did not loosen. She wiped sweat from her forehead and looked back at Mary for instructions.
Mary watched Eddie and his women run into his house. She turned around and carefully observed the rest of their convoy pull up to the curb. One car overshot, crossed the sidewalk, and tore up the Owens's lawn before coming to a stop in some shrubs. They were one car short from the group that had set out from church. Not bad. "Do you know this boy, Paul?"
"Um ... excuse me?" Paul blinked at the imposing woman crouching in front of him.
"The boy that attacked us. Do you know him? Do you know where he'd keep his painting? Do you ..." It suddenly occurred to Mary that storing her own painting in Paul's room made it quite vulnerable. How easily could the paintings be destroyed? They would find out soon when they sent the false prophet's canvas to hell.
"Oh ... sure. That's Eddie Owens. He's eighteen like me. In the same class. He has a sister." Paul shrugged. "I guess I don't know him all that well. He's never been all that nice to me."
"Do you know what he did to you at the church?" Mary looked out the rear window as church ladies in various states of undress filed out of their vehicles, shivering in the cold. Mary watched the pastor's wife bark orders at them, lining the women up on the sidewalk. She smiled. They were showing discipline already. "The spell he put you under, what was it?"
Paul shook his head. "I don't know what that was. But I smelled something. I think that was it."
"I think it was ..." Shannon curled her lip in disgust, remembering Eddie's redolence. "It was that boy's body odor. It was strong, and the smell of it ... did something to me, too."
"Really?" Mary cocked her head. "What did it do?"
"It prevented me from hitting him with a Bible. And ..." Shannon's cheeks flushed in shame, but she knew she had to be honest. "It made me want to protect him."
"I see." Mary nodded. "Lauren, was it?" She turned to the driver. "Run out there and tell our congregation to make masks. Everybody must wear protection over their mouth and nose."
"I don't understand." Lauren stared at Mary blankly.
Mary took hold of Lauren's dress and ripped it from the hem. She tore carefully, the minivan filled with the sound of her efforts. When she was done, Mary held up a triangle of cloth. She tied it over the lower half of her own face. "They must make masks. This is chemical warfare now."
Lauren nodded. She and Melanie exited the minivan to let the others know.
"Now then, we'll need a mask for Paul." Mary could not tear Shannon's clothes, because the woman was still naked. Instead, she took hold of Paul's vestments and began methodically ripping.
"He should stay here." Shannon watched with large eyes. "The horrible boy will put a spell on him again."
"He can't stay here, Shannon. Because this is chemical war, as I just made plain, and we'll need our own weapon in the field." Mary spoke slowly and with great care.
"Weapon?" Shannon's forehead creased with confusion.
"Have you not yet guessed at your son's full power?" Mary finished tearing the vestments and handed Shannon a triangle of cloth for her face. She went back to tearing a new piece. "He has powerful pheromones that attract women and quell men. We'll need him to do both those things when we enter the Owens's home."
"And what if they put a spell on him again?" Shannon looked at her handsome son. She couldn't bear to think of him falling into another stupor.
"You are his mother, so I understand your concern." Mary's smile was thin and tight. She had to have everyone on board before the invasion, especially the Messiah's mother. "Put fear aside. We have our masks. And his pheromones will continue working even if they put him into a stupor. Did you see how they ran the last time? Our brave ladies were part of that, but so was your son's scent."
"Oh." Shannon took the triangle of cloth Mary presented her, and tied it around Paul's face. "You even look handsome with a bandit's mask on." She kissed his forehead.
"And you look as beautiful as ever." Paul smiled under his mask and caressed her covered cheek. His mother was developing a black eye. It didn't diminish her beauty one bit.
"Very good." Mary nodded. "Let's talk to the troops." She opened the sliding door and strode out of the vehicle. She struck a regal, curvaceous figure, her black and white uniform standing out in the fading daylight. "What better day than His birth to celebrate our church's renaissance?" She projected her clarion voice wide and far. "Listen closely ladies. We are about to rid the world of a particular evil."
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"Kiss me ... kiss me again ... or I'll scream ... mmmmppppphhhhhh." Hailey's hips undulated on top of her brother. Her mouth eagerly accepted Kathy's magical tongue. The taller, curvier woman sat on her brother's face. The bed groaned and creaked under them. She wondered if this was how Noah had broken his bed.
"Mmmpppphhhhhhhh." Noah was in heaven. His sister's tight pussy swallowed his dick. And he had his face buried in his friend's sweet and tangy vagina. His hands gripped Kathy's strong thighs. He could feel her muscles contract as another orgasm took her. He didn't think they were making too much noise, but it was hard to tell with her legs covering his ears.
After another orgasm passed through her, Kathy broke the kiss. She lovingly held Hailey's cheek in her hand. "You look ... so much ... like Noah."
"Normally ... I'd take that ... as an insult." Hailey's blue eyes were wide and glazed. "But ... seeing as how ... we've both ... fallen for him ... I ...ugh ... I ... ugghhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhh ... Kathy ... he's flexing it ... inside me. He's ... teasing me ... with it ... and I ... eeeeii - mmmmmppphhhhhhh." Her scream was cut off by Kathy's probing tongue while yet another climax seized Hailey. As her mind swam in pleasure, she was barely aware of her brother moving under her. She fell sideways without Noah's cock leaving her, and allowed him to move her onto her back. She stared up at him with adoration. "I don't need ... weed ... Noah." Her smile was manic and lopsided. "I only need ... my baby ... brother ... uuuuggghhhhhhhh ... inside ... meeeeeeeeee." She spread her legs wider as he lunged into her.
"You're making ... uh ... uh ... too much noise ... Hailey." Noah slammed into her with long, even strokes. He looked down at the stretched pink ring of her pussy, valiantly gripping his cock. Just above, her blond triangle was small and neatly trimmed, quite unlike his mother's wild red triangle. "You need to be ... ugh ... quiet."
