Statues and Truths

Shaken, you try to find your way out of the hallways at least. It takes some doing, but you find your way up into a gallery looking down over a courtyard. There are more statues here. Again, they look classical, but again they seem to be more than simply depictions of gods and goddesses. They seem to be moving and rearranging every time you aren't looking. And when you look closely, the statues seem to be of you, your mom, your dad, Rosa, and Llora.

As you blink, they create different scenes: you and your dad-statue kissing while rubbing cocks together. Llora and Rosa fondling your moms tits. Your mom handing you her breasts while your dad jerks off over the both of you. Your on your back, your cock hard, as Llora plunges her dick into you ass, while Rosa screams. Your dad and Rosa on their knees, tongues out, waiting for you to cum on them. You and your mom with your legs stuck up in the air, your dad pushing you mom away while sticking his cock in your ass, grabbing your breasts, and kissing you.

Then finally, a tableau: Rosa screaming at you, pointing as if to tell you to get out, as her mother winks and touches her breasts, your father consoling you by kissing you, his hand at your penis. Your mother on her knees licking your balls.

You shake your head and try to shake off another case of weirdness in the house. Looking back at the statues, they aren't anything more than alabaster posed gods and goddesses, and a little faun playing the pan pipe. All placed strategically by flowers that contrast with their poses.

You find your way past this gallery into a sitting room, where you find Rosa. She's wearing jeans and a tank top and you can see from her hard nipples that she is wearing no bra.

"Well," Rosa says, "did you find my mama?"

"No," you say, "I mean I did see her but I didn't get to ask the question yet."

Rosa moves to you and kisses you, her tongue teasing against yours. "We can't get married until she gives you her blessing--"

"She hates me--"

"Did she say anything to you?" Rosa asks. She pulls you down onto a couch, letting your head nestle between her breasts.

"She said I wasn't ready."

"Hmmmmmm," said Rosa. Then, looking at you, her haze eyes staring into yours, she asks "did anything strange happen while you found me in this house?"

You don't know how to explain it to her, so you only describe that the statues seem to be shifting all the time when you aren't looking. You don't describe how they shift.

There is a short silence, then Rosa says, "I thought you were ready for this, but I don't think you are."

She stands up, but not before whispering in your ear, "do you imagine me riding your dad, letting him suck my tits, him pounding into me? Do you like thinking about that?"

Words **** in your throat. You don't know how to answer. As Rosa leaves you try to say something but only manage "what? No, I--"
Over her shoulder Rosa says "You aren't honest with me. I hope you don't fail the test."

She leaves you alone in the room and you finally say out loud, "I do imagine that, I jerk off to it." But she seems to be gone. Glancing around you notice a photo album. You flip the pages to find photographs of your father with Rosa. In one he is **** her as her eyes roll back and her tongue flops out of her mouth.

In another his cock is slapping her face. In another she it kissing your dad while he is fucking your mom-- she is sitting on your moms face. In another Rosa seems to be jerking your dad off right over your sleeping face. In the final picture, your mom is arching her back in orgasm as your cock is deep inside her. Your dads dick is in your mouth, as Rosa kisses your mom and dad.

There is a small inscription beneath that says "for mommy service find room forty seven".

You stand up, reeling, and find a doorway, which opens into another long corridor.