See what does she want

There is something in her voice that alarms you and so, against all common sense, you decide to stop and you turn around. Melissa and her two companions approach you; in particular, she seems to walk with a certain urgency coherent with her nervous tone of before. The other girls are a redhead and one blonde who you have never seen, and thus already foretaste some evil prank to your detriment. Resigned, since you put yourself in this situation on your own, you sigh.

-Hey Melis-

-Hi Tom!- She chirps and... hugs you?!

-Ehm... ok?-.

The petite schoolgirl then turns to her friends: -Girls, I've-I've talked you about Tom, right?-.

Once again you hear an undisguised agitation in her tone, the kind you can't simulate if you're not a very talented actor. Is something going on with them or...

-No.- The blondie answers: -But we know him for sure. Tina's brother, right?-.

-Yes. Are you her classmates or-

-How about you show me- Melissa interrupts you again, taking you by hand and looking at you from the bottom of her height: -the place you were talking about last time? Hm?-.

-The place?- What place, what the hell she's saying?

-The one very far away from here.- She continues, her eyes opened wide: -Right now.-.

-I...-.

-Melissa!- The other girl exclaims with intonation: -Brushing yourself like that! What if your boyfriend see you?-.

-Besides.- The first one continues (why hasn't Melissa presented them?): -I'm sure Tina is waiting for him at home.-.

-Ehm, uhm...- She panics and squeezes your hand with all her strength (not enough to hurt you anyway). The blonde grabs her by the shoulder, stating: -We won't bother you anymore, Tom.- and you now see terror filling her eyes.

-Actually.- You say, stopping her drawing: -I'm not expected for lunch today. I'll steal her from you for a few hours, I hope it's not a problem.-.

You can hear Melissa's heart skipping some pulses by the grasp on your wrist. The two girls withdraw and stare at you intensely, like lionesses ready to pounce on you.

-Of course. See you later, Melissa. We'll drop by.- With this sort of half-farewell, half-veiled threat, they pull away.

"Creepy. They didn't even look at each other for the entire time.".

Beyond you, the cheerleader is hyperventilating, and this once her nails pinch you.

-Ouch! Do you want to explain me now?-.

-What?- She comes out of her trance: -N-Not here, not now.- she takes a decisive step and passes you, dragging you with her.

-Wait, hold on, what's going on? Why all this farce, what's the problem?-.

She stops and freezes, like thinking about something. Then, she lets you go.

-You're right. I must have exaggerated. Thank you for the help, see you.-.

W-Wait, now she wants to go away? You start chasing her and calling her, but she continues undaunted and doesn't give you any more attention.

-What's wrong with you? Is this a joke? It didn't seem to me that you thought you were overreacting! Why do you ignore me now???-.

-Because!- She turns around, a distraught expression on her face: -Because if I listen to you it means that I believe it! It means that it's not only my imagination, ok??-.

-Hey, keep calm, we are in the park...- Indeed people are watching, but she doesn't loosen her temper.

-So yes, I must have overreacted and it must have been a joke, because if that's not the case...- Now she falters, words dying in her throat. You frown and start to get really worried.

-...then we are all in danger.-.

You titter, your bare and beaded skin sinking into the folds of the sofa, as a sequence of groans and suckings delights your ears. You wonder how is the sight from your son's point of view, having his crush Anne Prowly, a tawney skinned girl in her twenties, and her buxom stepmother blowing his rod and balls with such devotion.

It's a sort of defeat for you, but Danny clearly needed a girlfriend of his age. You've filled him with plenty of love, but you're still decades older and, as much as you wanted to be always close to your teddy-puppy and satisfy every his necessity, your little child is no longer a kid, thus he needed his space; so you've questioned him about his ideal girl, and then you had a stroke of luck when you've found them alone at their home, thus you've taken both of them without anyone noticing. After all, you couldn't leave those two lovebirds alone, who knows what they could have done without an adult watching over...

So here you are, as an erotic tingle coming from your stimulated nipple reminds you, joyfully masturbating while Daniel is fulfilling his wildest dream. The two women soon discard their tight clothes, only Anne remaining with a black choker you've chosen for her previously (since it was too cute). They then lay one on top of the other, Mary with her stomach on the sofa and Anne with hers on her stepmom's back, flaunting their asses to your aroused son.

"Go on Danny! Make mommy proud!".

He doesn't need to be told aloud, since he grabs the young girl by her hips and plunges his cock in.

Anne's face contorts into a surprised grimace, as you noticed that he didn't aim for the front door. Aww! He wants to fuck only Mom's pussy! How romantic!

-Ohh!! OHHH!!!- The girl screams at the top of her lungs, her pain slowly subsiding to pleasure. Daniel then shifts to Mary, who was busy fingering herself, and quickly tucks his dick inside her butthole.

-G-God!!!- She screams as he fucks her ruthlessly. When you see her distraught face, you feel your twat quiver and finally burst into a powerful orgasm, which sends you over the edge. Your bliss is accompanied by their alternating groans, indicating that Danny is taking turns with them.

"Good... boy..." You think with a stupid smile on your face. When you recover, you decide to take a break and move to another room; not that a single door closed can muffle very much.

You take your phone and dial Heather's number. While it's ringing you hum some random tune, and at a certain point you hear Anne's voice screaming: -FUCK I'M COMING!!!-. Then, she answers the phone.

-Hey sugar!-.

-Mrs. Martinez!- Comes her lovely, young voice: -I'm glad to hear you! Uh, I hope to find you healthy and that everything is fine!-.

You grin, noticing that she's panting in an unequivocal way. Naughty, naughty Heather...

-Oh, you are too thoughtful! And please, call me Trish. I have good news about your maid, but first of all, I wanted to inform you that our photos have served their purpose. Therefore, I thank you again, honey.-.

Another sound distracts you, this time is Mary's turn it seems. So it takes you some seconds to realize she's not responding.

-Heather?-.

-Uh, yeah, sorry, I'm-I'm happy to learn it. And I apologize again for the inconvenience I am causing you Mrs... I mean, Trish.-.

-Tut-tut, I've said it's fine. About that, I want to inform you that I got her address.-.

-Really?- She lightens up.

A few minutes later, all settled down, you're returning to the living room, where their positions are drastically changed. Your son is lying on the couch, with his face buried into Mary's thighs and his cock impaling Anne's cunt, while the Milf leans out from her behind to suck her large nipples.

"Ah well, boys will be boys." You note with resignation. But, after all, you were a boy too before all this.

-Sweetheart, do you and your mother stay for lunch?- You casually ask Anne.

-I... we...- She moans with a feeble voice: -Would glad to... accept if it's not a... ahh!!!-.

-Splendid!- You turn around and go to the kitchen, where you put the water on the stove to boil. You patiently wait for ten minutes, casually sitting next to the hob, enjoying its warmness radiating on your bare skin. When it's time to put the pasta, you stop and go back to your guests.

-Spaghetti or tortellini?-.

-Uhh... it's the same.- Anne answers between pants: -I guess tortell... uh???- she shivers and looks down, where her pelvis covers her stepmother's face: -S-Spaghetti? Oh fuck!!! Yeah, s-spaghetti thanks!-.

-Is it good for you, honey?-.

Danny grunts, too busy plowing his crush's parent to answer.

-Spaghetti then~-.

Another fifteen minutes pass, this time you make good use of them and, overall, of a nice wide rolling pin. When you call them for the lunch, you arrive just in time to witness Daniel's blowing his load on the two women's open mouths, their tongues elongated to collect the most possible.

-Honey! How many times do I have to tell you, don't feed our guests before the meal!- You act annoyed, gaining his mumbled apologies. Then, seeing that they're moving to redress: -Oh don't worry, no need to. Come, lunch gets cold.-.

You serve the dishes and the four of you sit at the table, two of you still dripping from mouths and the others from crotches.

-Mmm! That's delicious Miss M.!- Anne comments chirpy: -I don't recognize the sauce, is it butter?-.

-Almost, dear. It's my special love juice that I produce when I'm with my hubby.- You tenderly brushes Daniel's hand, who blushes.

-Mom, you absolutely have to ask her for the recipe!-.

Mary pauses for a second, then sucks her morsel with a slurp of juices.

-You... you called me Mom...-.

Anne opens wide her eyes, and then they melt into a tight embrace. Oww! That's so cute!

-Well.- You resume, moving your hand down Daniel's bared groin and making it hard again.

-Who wants the dessert?-.

-Here you go.- The waitress, a cute girl a bit older than you, serves your sandwiches. You politely thank her, and then ask Melissa if she has calmed down a little. Judging by the dreadful eyes with which she's staring at the waitress, she didn't.

"What have I gotten into?" You say to yourself: overall, why on earth are you trying to help Melissa out of everyone?

-Thank you, but I can't eat this thing.- She proclaims.

-Why? Does ham make you fat?-.

-No, stupid! Because it can be- She lowers the tone but not her agitation: -a trap.-.

-A trap? This?- You bite it and swallow it.

-Well, I admit this mustard is not the best.-.

-Don't joke! This is serious!-.

-Then why don't you tell me what "this" is about? Because after saying that we are all in danger, you have not added anything else.-.

-Because... argh!- She massages her mouth exasperated: -You won't believe me.-.

-Try me. At this point, I'm open to everything.-.

Melissa curls her lips and finally takes her decision. Her necessity to confide with someone outweighs all her reticence.

-Fine. This morning...-.

-Goddamn!-.

You were walking towards your class along with your posse, when you sensed something missing in your pocket. They turned to you asking what was wrong.

-I forgot my cellphone in the locker room. I'll be back in a moment.- You changed direction and went back to the changing room, having just spent an hour off for cheerleading training. As you were getting closer, yet, you heard some strange sounds coming from inside. You peeked in from behind the door and you almost didn't believe your eyes. Kendall and Lindsay, two other cheerleaders, haven't yet changed their uniforms... and they were kissing each other, with their hands wandering under the other's jersey.

-Lindsay...- Whispered Kendall, coy but definitely aroused. You were astonished: rumors were circulating about Lindsay, but Kendall! She had a boyfriend!

"Oh my God! This is so... eugh!" You though, determined to stop that crap. But then, you remembered that your dear friend Kendall was trying to steal from you the position of the head cheerleader, and that you always hated Miss Bimbo there. This was a too-good opportunity to pass it up.

Meanwhile, their making out had become intense, their mouths stamped and their bodies stuck together like canned sardines.

-This... this is wrong...- Purred again the blonde looking away, only to be redirected by the redhead's fingers on her chin.

-I'm not lesbian...- She protested, but instead of listening to her Lind-dyke knelt down, brushing her exposed thighs with her hands and her gym pants with her face. Kendall muttered disgraceful moans and stared at her intensely, transfixed by her sinuous moving.

-F-Fuck... I can't believe I'm... o-ohh...-.

Bleagh! That was disgusting! But you **** yourself to keep observing, even when Lindsay turned her around and took off her panties; then, she spread her legs apart and sat under her groin.

"Wait, is she gonna...".

-W-Wait, are you gonna... OHH!!!- You've heard Kendall squealed like that only once, when she had broken her arm during practice. But, clearly, for the opposite reason. The girl held herself up with the lockers, while the other was busying... ugh... licking her vagina, and in the meantime rubbing her own clasped crotch.

"Wait for everyone to know this, Kendall!" You triumphally thought, yet annoyed by Lindsay's fat tits being fluttered in your direction. Wait, when had she rolled up her uniform?

-Ohh! Ohh!!!- Kendall was screeching in a shrill pleasure, and even if you couldn't see her face you could imagine her disheveled expression. My God, how could she enjoy it? With another girl!

That wasn't, obviously, the end. Lindsay lowered her down her level, she tossed away her own underwear and clinged again to her with her chest, engaging another round of snogging. You jumped on your feet when you saw her digits plunging inside Kendall's pussy, and you were even more baffled when she did the same; and she was also cupping her own boobs!

-God... I should... hate this...- Kendall said between a kiss and the next: -Have you... always been... this determined?-.

No, not at all, you thought. Lindsay was very shy and reserved, especially in the locker room; but the way she looked at all of you when she thought she wasn't seen! This made it so easy to spread rumors about her sexuality... and Kendall was one of the most active, even more than you! And now... now she had become a lezzie too?

Lindsay dropped backward, sitting on the floor and prompting Kendall to reach out to keep kissing her. Yes, she was following her. So what, was Lindsay the male of the situation? Since... well, like, everybody knew that in a lesbian couple one plays the man part. You wouldn't have bet on Linday, though. But her next action would have made you change your mind.

Lindsay pushed her back and reversed their positions, only that she didn't aim for her lips anymore. Well, she did, in a sense.

-Ohh!!! Fuck it's so good!!!- The blonde moaned, her now bared titties jerking at each frantic breath.

You could hear the clammy sounds of Lindsay's tongue squirming, sinking, sucking... they seemed so... horny...

"Wait, I'm not getting excited by this, right?" But you nonetheless jumped when Lindsay spun for the umpteenth time, placing her groin over the astonished face of the once-straight, homofobic cheerleader.

-L-Lindsay, I, I don't know if... ah!- Lindsay abruptly rolled sideways and Kendall found herself on top of her. By how they were oriented, you couldn't see her face again, yet you noticed that she hadn't been able to hold her head up. Or maybe she just hadn't. Lindsay's moans soon joined Kendall's, while their legs were stretching and contracting on the floor.

You stared incredulously at their bodies thightly intertwined like a giant flesh spider, having in return full sight of Linday's elongated tongue disappearing inside Kendall's folds. Your boyfriend had never taken you like this, you thought. And you've never moaned in pleasure like Kendall was doing now.

"W-What am I thinking about? This is disgusting, I should go now!" You were about to do it, seriously, when you noticed something strange crawling out Lindsay's mouth: a strange puddle that seemed a puke for a moment, but that then entered Kendall's pussy like a slug.

"What the...".

Kendall shook all over and called Lindsay's name, in ecstasy, sure, but also with a hint of confusion and panic. Lindsay held her firmly by her buttcheeks until she stopped moving and began only to gasp. A devious, evil smirk appeared on Lindsay's face.

-Welcome to the team.- She finally spoke in a terrific tone, making you shiver. Kendall, instead, giggled and groaned once again, this time with **** transposition, as if she was feeling up some new sensation.

-Mmm... I alteady love this body...- She purred.

"What... what's going on??" You trembled in terror. All of a sudden, you felt like you were in great danger. Lindsay resumed her work on Kendall's pussy, stretching it with her fingers, but this time... she leaned down her head and looked up at you.

"!!!".

You crouched immediately, holding your breath. Did she see you? Did she know that you were here? Was it-was it just a coincidence? Then, you heard them moving and you ran away without thinking about it twice.

-...I didn't know what to do, so I went back to class. When they arrived I tried to play it cool, but then... they were waiting for me outside, at the end of the lessons.- She finished her story, lowering her head.

You blinked once, twice... several times.

-Well... uh... this is...-.

But you stopped when you noticed that she was sobbing, and that tears were shining on her pretty face.

-I, I'm scared now! They will come for me! If it wasn't for you, I... I...-.

-Ok, ok, slow down!- You attempt to calm her. That story was incredible, but right now she is certainly not acting.

-You're telling me that they got... infected, like in Body Snatchers?-.

-They weren't clones, they were possessed by something!-.

-Yeah ok but... wait, do you know that movie?-.

She jolted and blushed heavily: -I mean... my, my boyfriend... what the fuck, that's not the point!-.

People around you are pretending not to pay attention, believing you're just a couple in an argument. But for how long? The conversation was becoming surreal.

-Listen.- You say quietly: -I would like to believe you...-.

-You know, it all began with your sister.- She points out: -Since she and her prig friend started to behave more strangely than usual!-.

You were left speechless: why is she talking about Tina now? As if she could have anything to do with that... nonsense!

Melissa leans towards you, staring at you with her brown, inquisitors eyes: -Tell me I'm wrong. You live with her, you must have noticed something off, right?-.

-What? N-No...-.

-Are you sure?-.

...

"I mean... come on... aliens or, or demons! Not Tina, she can't be...".

-If you suspect her, why did you come to me then?- You ask to shift the subject.

-Because I had ****! Luckily I think you're too stupid to be one of them.-.

You cross your arms sulking. Meanwhile, Melissa is starting to lose her patience.

-You know what? Fine, don't help me.- She stands up and collects her schoolbag: -I'll get by on my own.-.

She swings around and, before you can react, she's already gone. Not that you're sure you would have said something to make her stay. On one side, if this was just a prank, it would have been extremely sophisticated; on the other, with its madness, it could give to you an almost rational explanation about your family's new behavior. You picture their face, and then their naked bodies, in your mind.

"It's impossible, I know them! These things happen in movies, not to my family!".

You see Melissa in distance, right a moment before she turns around the corner. Even if she is a hateful person, you hope she will be ok. Maybe you could call her... but you don't have her number. Plus, she must have set up that unrealistic story, so you would probably play her game doing that. It can't be otherwise.

Right?