The Palmer Legacy

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... I... don't understand." Paul stared at the empty space on the wall. His bedroom seemed barren without his prized possession. His hands absentmindedly tugged at the vestments he wore. "Did someone break it the way Mary broke Eddie's painting?"

"That would explain why Mary never returned to church." Shannon stood naked next to her son, staring at the same wall. They had been planning on fooling around a little before taking a shower. The smell of all those women on Paul drove her wild. But the mood was gone. "Someone... killed Mother Mary." A tear ran down Shannon's cheek.

Paul's face reddened with anger. "Who... who would do this?" His dick seemed to writhe in its own fit of rage, peeking out the front of his vestments. "We were... just forming our congregation. It's ruined. Somebody ruined all of it."

"Mary is a tremendous loss for all of us." Shannon hung her head. She allowed a moment of silence. Once it had passed, she raised her head, stuck out her chin in defiance, and met her son's gaze. "Nothing is ruined. We can carry on without Mary. You are the Messiah.

You

are the most important piece."

"Yes... yes..." Paul looked from his mother to the wall and back to his mother. She had something of a black eye after all their fights with Eddie's crew. "Do you think Eddie did this?"

"Impossible." Shannon shook her head emphatically. "He's bound to you as an attendant. But..." She turned ideas over in her mind, regarding each with care. "He is an evil, vile boy. He may know who did this."

"We will destroy whoever did this." Paul's voice was unusually low and full of acid.

Her, shy quiet boy had changed. He was eighteen years old now, a man who looked grim and foreboding. She shivered, and her vagina spasmed. Shannon was enthralled by the man he had become... the man she had raised.

"And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them."

She roughly circled her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. Her right leg lifted and circled around his legs, pulling him closer. He returned her kiss with passion. It was so perfect, she could almost hear angels singing.

Paul gripped his mother's delicate shoulders and broke the kiss. "We will send them into the abyss. And from their defeat, a new, glorious church will arise." He caught his mother looking at his necklace. "There will be so many rings, you won't need this anymore." He took hold of the cross around her neck and broke its chain with a sudden yank. He tossed it to the corner of the room. "You'll wear their rings around your neck, too. We'll convert so many."

"Yes... yes... they will be ours." Shannon pushed her pelvis into his, angled it up, and let his penis worm its way into her vagina. "Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh. The instrument... of their punishment... is my bliss."

"God's penis will be their punishment

and

bliss, Mom." He took hold of her ass and slammed his writhing member all the way inside her. "We will find out... who did this... and they will join us... ugh... ugh. Their fertile... fields... ugh... ugh... and their labor... will benefit... only us."

"You mean... Him... dear. We do all this... ugh... ugh... for God." She stared into his smoldering eyes, transfixed. Fire spread from her vagina along all her nerves.

"No... Mom... ugh... ugh... I

am

... God." He pounded her savagely.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh... aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhh." Shannon knew it was true. She was directly linked with the Almighty, in every way possible. She was a mortal woman opening herself to the divine.

Paul gazed at the tears streaming from her eyes. Her eyebrows rose and her mouth formed an O of pleasure and awe. As he watched, delirium swept away the intelligence behind her eyes. "Yes... Mom... weep... weep... before my greatness. Praise me... uuuggghhhhhh... praise me... Mom." The squelching sound of their mating was the only unholy part of the moment. It sounded like her pussy was a swamp in the middle of a vigorous parade.

"Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiii..." Shannon couldn't focus. "Praise... you?"

"Praise... my... ugh... ugh... magnificence." He pulled out of her, roughly put her on her hands and knees, on the floor, and squatted behind her. He expected his penis to reenter her vagina, but it used her lubrication to work into her ass.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh... what are you... what are you...?" The pain that seared her mind was mercifully brief. A rush of new pleasure spread through her body. Like the rest of her, her butthole opened for her son. "Yessss...

yessss

...!" She dropped her shoulders to the carpet and reached between her legs. It was novel to have her vagina free during sex. She rubbed her clit as Paul moved his penis all the way inside her butt with several short thrusts. Soon, he was slamming away at her backside just like he did with her front side. Swirling ecstasy knocked her brain all the way back to the Garden of Eden. Her cheek pressed to the carpet. She had one eye open, and it twitched uncontrollably. Her face was a mask of tormented bliss.

"I... said... praise... my... greatness!" Paul slapped his mother's ass after each word for emphasis.

Shannon forced her brain to work with her mouth and form words. "You are... uuuggghhhhh... Paul... you... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." The hand that wasn't working her clitoris pulled at the carpet, tearing it up from the subfloor. She found the right words. "

Yours

... ugh... ugh...

O Lord... is the greatness

... uuuggghhhhhhh...

and the power... and the glory... and the victory

... ah... ah... ah...

and the majesty... for all that is...

eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii...

in the heavens... and in the earth...

and in my womb...

is yours.

Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii!" An explosion of ecstasy rocked her mind, and no more words were possible. She shook and convulsed, helpless before the power of God's penis.

"I... am the Lord... ugh... ugh... and I will have... vengeance... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Paul blasted his seed inside his mother's ass. The last thought he had before ecstasy annihilated his mind was that even without his painting, nothing would stop him and his new congregation.

~~

"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhhhh." Samantha pulled back from the kiss and stared at her boyfriend. "Paget really wanted your finger in her butt again?"

Noah shrugged. "She likes what she likes."

"Maybe I should try it." Samantha's smile was shy and quizzical. They were trying to distract themselves in Noah's room while they waited to find out where her family was. Warm afternoon sunlight angled through his window, casting a golden glow across his floor.

"I mean, sure." Noah grinned and wiggled his finger in front of her face. "We can do it now." He leapt from the bed and grabbed the olive oil that he'd been keeping on his desk for just such an occasion.

Samantha laughed. "I don't want your finger in my butt, silly."

"But... you just said..." Noah slowly put the bottle back down, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I want to try... um..." Samantha mustered the courage to tell him. She sat up straight and made eye contact. "I want to put

my

finger in Paget's butt."

"You what?" Noah stood, his mouth agape. "But... she's my sister."

"You had sex with her. You said you weren't jealous when I messed around. It only seems fair." Samantha frowned.

"She's my

sister

, Sam. She's a woman." Noah cocked his head.

"She's beautiful... and surprisingly helpful... and I like her." Samantha folded her arms over her large breasts, her frown deepening.

Noah stared at her for a while. "I just thought that since you like me... um..."

"I do like you. A lot. But I also like... her... a little." She was beginning to think it was a bad idea bringing this up. "Kathy and your mom did... what they did. That sounded... really hot. And I'm not talking about anything like that. I just want to see Paget's face when I put my finger... there."

"Well..." Noah sorted through his thoughts. He felt hot and flustered.

Paget and Sam?

"Sure. Why not... we can -" He was interrupted by Samantha's phone vibrating on his desk. He picked it up and tossed it to her.

Samantha smile faded when she read the text. "It's Eddie. He says he's sorry for everything he did. It wasn't him. He says he and our mom and dad are together. They're on the move. He doesn't know where they're going, but he thinks they might be able to slip away. He wants to know where we are so he can get somewhere safe. Paul broke our mom's phone, and our dad lost his." She looked up at Noah. "Can they come here?"

"Of course." Noah nodded. "Tell him to come as quickly as they can. And if they can't get away, tell him to update us when they get where they're going." He watched her furiously type on her phone. "With all the stuff Paget got..." He nodded to the shopping bags lined up near his closet. "... we're ready to go get them."

"Okay, sent." Samantha stared at her phone until she got a quick reply. "Eddie gives the thumbs up."

"Great. Whatever happens, we'll be ready." Noah took her hand and they left his room to go tell the others.

~~

"Women up front, attendants in the back." Shannon stood in a long, clean floral-print dress. The pinks and oranges of sunset spread across the sky above her. She was organizing the congregation on her back deck.

"When will we see Paul?" Debra was dressed similarly to most of the ladies, wearing her most revealing dress. Her cleavage was on full display. She looked around at the other women with a frown. Plunging necklines, short hemlines, and expertly applied makeup abounded. Apparently, they all thought to entice Paul with their appearance. Each woman wanted Paul to pick her first.

"He will be here shortly." Shannon gave the women a reassuring smile. She didn't bother with the men, who barely looked at her as they lined up several steps behind the women who had been their wives.

"And where is Mary?" Joanna walked up next to Shannon, ready to take her position of authority as the preacher's wife.

"Paul will deliver that news." Shannon turned Joanna around and gave her butt a shove. "Line up with the other ladies please."

"But..." Joanna looked over her shoulder. "Don't you need help leading the party?"

"The party will be delayed. We have other..." Shannon stopped speaking as her son walked out onto the deck. He wore pleated pants, a V-neck sweater, and a collared shirt. She thought he looked absolutely gorgeous. The crowd hushed when they saw him.

"Wives and attendants. I have much to tell you." Paul held out his arms to the congregation in invitation. He could see all the women's eyes were on the slumbering bulge in his pants. "My eyes are up here." He pointed to his clear, blue eyes and smiled. The crowd turned their collective gaze to his face. "I have terrible tidings. Mother Mary has been martyred."

A wail rose up among the women. Even some of the attendants looked worried.

"Quiet... quiet." He held up his hands. "Thanks to the attendant Eddie, we know who did this abomination. They are heathens, and our vengeance will be swift. I invited you to an afternoon party, but instead we must travel again. We are about to expand our church."

Various questions rose from the women.

Paul held a finger to his lips. "I am God. You need no other."

Whispers moved through the crowd.

Joanna leaned her red lips next to Holly's ear. "Did he just say that

he

is God?"

"I think He might be. Just look at Him," Holly whispered back.

Paul held up a hand for silence. "I am the Lord Himself. And we will convert all who would oppose us and seek to harm us. Our vengeance is also the heathens' salvation. Now, I turn things over to Mother Shannon. She will fill you in on our plan."

Shannon stepped forward and laid out the congregation's marching orders.

Paul took Mara by the elbow and pulled her into the house. The woman was short, dark, and had wonderful curly hair. Her figure was similar to his mother's. He found this wife to be particularly alluring. "I'd like to relax before we leave. Can you help me?"

"Yes, Paul. Of course." She nodded. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest, and her panties were already soaked. "What do I need to do?"

"Just a blowjob." He smiled at the hunger in her eyes. He pulled her into a bathroom. He didn't want to distract the others, so he thought it best to keep out of sight. "Can you handle a blowjob, Mrs. Rizzuto?"

"Oh, yes. I don't know if you remember from the church, but I sucked your thing really well before we had sex." Mara dropped to her knees, her fingers frantically unzipping his pants. "You complimented me on my technique." She glanced up at her wedding ring among the many others hanging from a string around his neck.

"There were so many women at the church. I must have forgotten." He laughed. "Show me your skills now. Make it an unforgettable blowjob."

"Oh... I will... I will..." She released his penis and it writhed out into the open. It wasn't all the way full yet, she could still see it growing. "You'll never forget this... mmmmmpppphhhhhhh." Mara was surprised when the penis darted into her mouth. She stretched her jaw wide and did her very best to make the moment memorable.

~~

Jessica moved efficiently through the kitchen, making dinner for everyone. Kathy was still visiting. And she'd brought her mother. They'd both be staying for dinner. Samantha was there, too, plus all the Readers. It was a full, hungry house. They required lots of food. Jessica felt herself equal to the task. She filled a stockpot with water and put it on to boil. Chopped onions were tearing her eyes when Clive wandered into the kitchen. Jessica looked over at him. "If you're looking for Paget, she's upstairs with the teenagers."

"Actually, I'm not. She asked me to keep Mrs. Bly and Mr. Reader entertained." He leaned against the doorway, watching Jessica chop. "But I do have a question."

"Shoot." Jessica smiled over her shoulder at him.

"Were you expecting more guests?"

"No, why do you ask?" Jessica paused her chopping.

"Well, a bunch of well-dressed people are running across your lawn. Some went into the backyard. But some are..." Clive stopped talking when Jessica raced past him, still holding the knife.

"You're right. Oh, gosh... you're right." Jessica looked out her front window. "So many people."

Glass broke somewhere in the back of the house.

"Did you hear that, Jess?" Andrew looked up from the sofa where he was sipping wine.

"Yes!" Jessica nodded to her husband and ran to the stairs. "Something's happening!" she screamed at the top of her lungs to the second floor. "Someone's here!" She looked at the knife in her hand, with little bits of onion still clinging to it. "The painting! They're going to destroy the painting!"

"What's going on, Jess?" Andrew turned around and looked toward the front door when it thumped. It sounded like someone was knocking way too hard.

Jessica ignored her husband. She ran down the hall to her office, stepped inside, and locked the door. She quickly closed the curtains, put down her knife, and pushed her desk to the door. Her monitor and keyboard crashed to the floor, but she kept going until she had something of a barricade. She placed her butt against the desk and collected herself, panting. She could barely see the painting in the gloom. But she didn't want to turn on the lights. She heard a loud crash from the front of the house. That would be the door giving way.

The painting came into focus as she cautiously walked toward it. "Mrs. Palmer? Eloise? Something bad is happening. We need your help." She paused when she could see the canvas well enough to note the absence of Eloise and Thomas. Only Frederick Palmer stood in the painting, giving her an evil smile. "Can you help me, Mr. Palmer?"

Frederick slowly shook his head back and forth.

"But... but... if they destroy the painting, you'll die." Jessica's voice squeaked with panic.

Frederick's unsettling smile didn't diminish. He slowly nodded.

~~

From the front lawn, Paul watched his congregation work. He stood with his arms folded, his mother pressing herself into his side.

Eddie stood a few paces away, ready to attend to any needs Paul might have.

"This is going well." Paul smiled. The attack on the Reader house was going exactly how his mom had planned it. Both wives and attendants followed orders perfectly. The only one having trouble was Mara, who staggered across the lawn like she was drunk. In the future, Paul would avoid sending women into combat right after they accepted his seed. But he had about sixty people in his congregation now. One impaired woman wouldn't make a difference.

"They're inside." Shannon watched the wives stream in the front door. The attendants had all gone around back.

"I can see, Mom." He put his arm around her waist and squeezed. "We're going to convert the whole town, aren't we?"

"With a little careful planning, I don't see why not." Shannon smiled. "You'll have a new wife for every day of the year." She giggled.

"We'll have to build more playgrounds." He could see a scuffle in the living room of the Reader's house. Someone was fighting back. But the violence ended quickly. "In a year, there will be babies everywhere in Clover Falls."

~~

"Masks!" Kathy leapt to the shopping bags. She pulled out masks and tossed them to Samantha, Noah, and his two sisters. She put on her own mask and looked into the bags for something else that might be useful.

"What do you hear?" Noah hurried to put on his mask. He worked hard to breathe evenly. Thankfully, he didn't feel a panic attack coming on.

"Your dad and my mom screamed for a minute. Then they went quiet. Lots of feet downstairs." Kathy picked up a stack of the wooden wheels. "I wish we'd turned these into shields."

"What about Clive? And my mom?" Paget's eyes were wide with fright above her respirator mask.

"I haven't heard anything from your mom since she yelled at us." Kathy tucked five wood discs under one arm, and six under the other. "Nothing from Clive."

"We have to assume they've all been captured... or worse." Noah glanced at Samantha. "I guess bad things happen to the Readers too."

"I didn't want this," Samantha said.

"I know. I just mean... you were right." He turned his gaze back to Kathy. She seemed to be forming a plan. "What do we do?" Their voices were muffled by the respirators and adrenaline was hitting him hard, so Noah shouted his question.

"We can't stay here. We need to get downstairs and rescue everyone, but it sounds like there's a lot of them." Kathy eyed the door. "What got Anakin all mangled in that stupid movie?"

"He gave up the high ground." Noah went to his window and looked out. The lawn was clear now.

"We take the top of the stairs and hold them off." Kathy moved toward the bedroom door. "That's the high ground."

"Yes... yes..." Samantha rubbed her temples, thinking. She joined Noah at the window and looked out. "But the stairs will get clogged. Some of us hold them there. Everyone else, go out the window and circle around. We'll catch them by surprise."

"Fine." Kathy opened the door. There wasn't anybody on the second floor yet. "Who's with me on the stairs?"

Hailey raised her hand.

"Okay, Paget. You're with us out the window." Noah opened the window and climbed out.

Paget joined Samantha and looked down at the ground. "I can't jump that far. I'll break a leg or something."