Catching Up with the Crowleys

Kristina Crowley had correctly assumed her mother would be preoccupied with work that day... but what she hadn’t considered was that her mother would feel 'under the weather' at work (read: deciding she'd rather burn her PTO than deal with a client's shit today) and come right back home.

But that was what her mother, Miss Xenia Crowley, had just gotten into her car to do. She spotted Debra just coming in — late as usual, that young trollop — and waved benignly through the safety of her windshield. She smirked as the blonde bitch got waylayed by Mark, the receptionist, who — unbeknownst to Xenia — had come out to stalk her to her car for a casual rut. Xenia didn’t know this because Ernest’s wish had hit just as she was leaving; even now her office was descending into the same sort of unproductive madness others were, though none could readily identify what was going on that was causing such a global loss of productivity.

So Xenia also waved at Mark who, finally at his last straw, snorted up Debra’s frail neck and began to openly grope the skank. Debra gave a token wave with a passive-aggressive smooch towards her 'old' workmate; she was glad to see the bitch leave and so started her casual, never-going-to-happen teasing of Mark. Mark has already lined his cock up with her fertile cunt; he’d be the first man she ever let fuck her bare — she was absolutely mortified at the idea of being a mother — but both were happily soaking in pheromones and, so, the joining of their crotches was just one of those things. Debra asked Mark if he had any plans for the weekends as he roughly speared into her slit, and he struggled to say something charming back as he slammed the front of her thighs into the side of the nearest car.

It was such an unnoteworthy event that Xenia joined the rest of the lucky few who were driving alone when the wish fell upon the world. Air conditioning took her pheromones about while filtering out whatever hung in the air outside; the cars with couples or more had pulled over, now trapped in tiny capsules of horny air, but they were hardly a bother.

“Some people need to learn how to park,” Xenia grumbled as a young-looking lass, mounted on the hood of a pulled-over car, got casually railed by her father and both her brothers.

About fifteen minutes later, at the Crowley House...

She was not chaffing... or hurting... but fuck was she tired.

Kris' desire to pass out was overwhelming; she hadn't slept all that many hours in the first place, and now every bit of her energy was being expended just on massaging Ernest's intruding member and the seemingly endless waves of sperm he was packing into her. She had given up on hugging her lover, though only because her arms hadn't the energy to rise. She moaned more in exhaustion than pleasure as she remained limply collapsed on her bed, her legs hanging on the edge while Ernest tirelessly stroked into her. His seed had long replaced her fluids as her lubricant, and she could feel the bizarre slosh of all the cum that had been so slowly trickled and mashed into her womb by the pulverizing head of Ernest's tireless cock.

Ernest willed another orgasm into his partner, hoping to stir her to be more lively. He loved the sensation of giving her pleasure, the happiness it put in him, and wanted her to continue feeling it... not realizing how exhausted she was thanks to the constant flexing of her groin, or how thirsty and hungry she was left by this exercise.

He wanted to see her get as into it as he perpetually was... but how to do it?

He decided perhaps she was tired of his mentally-commanded orgasms... and brewed an idea of what would fix this and make things easier for when he met up with Jessica, “I wish that girls became more sensitive to my touch for every time I made them come.”

“W...” Kris could barely speak or think now; she was already drowning in sensory overload, so Ernest's wish to make her feel even better just seemed like nonsense.

“There... and there... and... yeah!” Ernest groaned as he blasted another packed load into her already-packed system. He wanted to play with her in some new position, but it was clear she wasn't going to get up for whatever they did. He pulled out of the wasted goth — letting loose a torrent of his seed that he didn’t realize he had been plugging inside her — and contemplated how to continue their air-**** lovemaking.

He slumped onto her body, bringing her drooling face up to face him so he could kiss her. Saliva coated her lips and cheek, but she met his as her oddly animated tongue tried to talk and kiss back as she remained in a moaning, orgasmic blue-screen of life. He continued to lay peaks into her nervous system, feeling her slit drool his own sordid fluid onto his thigh as he continued to lay upon her. He cupped her breast -- mauled as he had left them -- and enjoyed the shivers and jolts she gave as he tweaked their peaks. Should he try to make her give him head? It seemed improper, given she barely seemed able to talk, much less enjoy servicing him... if she would even be into that on a normal basis? He suddenly remembered how he pulled her mask off... but it was hard to regret putting that benign, worried smile on her face.

Ernest mentally snapped his fingers as he realized his next road to travel... and, with a careful, caressing toss, flipped Kris over on the bed.

Completely naked and at his mercy at this point, the poor teen goth could only moan as her eyes refused to refocus or much leave where they had rolled up into her head. Her mouth and nose were half-buried in her sheets, and she thought perhaps she could finally rest. John spread her slim little butt cheeks apart and stared at the virgin, brown eye that looked back at him... and prepared to lube it up with his cock—

HONK HONK!

The honk had been close... too close. Despite her drowning pleasure, Kris slowly registered that tired, ugly horn... too near and distinct to not be emanating from her mother's tired, ugly Scion.

"M... Mom...?" she whimpered.

"W-What?"

"She's... oooh..." Being left alone by Ernest let Kris try and regain her senses... but trying to raise herself out of bed proved futile as she collapsed back onto the bed, face first. Through the sheets she yelled, her voice warbling, "Mu... M-Mom’s here...?!"

"Crap, um..."

HONK!!! HOOOooooOOONK!!!

Outside, mother Crowley was pressing the horn until it began to warble with exhaustion, forcing her to pause before smashing it again. She didn't recognize the car in her space, and she didn't care; it was probably her dick neighbor's crackhead friend again, and she wasn't having **** fiends park their cars on her property!

But Ernest didn't know any of that. Frantically, and nakedly, he went to the window covered by the armoire and slowly pulled the latter away, letting sunlight creep into a room it had not seen in years. With enough space to poke his head out, Ernest saw a trembling, beat-up gray sedan in the street and nearly rear-ending his brand new car as it tried to pull in. The driver, a fit redhead with a huge, fuzzy lump for hair, seemed angry enough to go ahead and ram Ernest’s car for want of a parking space.

Not even the 'mood' caused by pheromones was enough to prevent Ernest’s worry. “Shit, um... I wish... uh...”

“If she s-sees you...!” Kris tried to warn.

“I wish you... had more parking?”

It seemed a dumb wish the moment he said it, but the damage was done: instead of the narrow bit of grass for a front lawn, the entire front of this half of the duplex became a solid double parking space, popping into reality and shifting Ernest’s car to one edge of it as it did so.

The fury of the woman subsided as she realized she could still park... and before she could find new indignation, her eyes found the intruder in her house.

Miss Crowley blinked in confusion at Ernest.

Ernest reeled back from the window, “Damn, she saw me!”

“Noooo,” Kris moaned, still unable to rise from the bed.

“Is it your mom? Giant frizzy red hair?”

“Yuh...”

“Well I wish that... my being here and everything we're doing was totally acceptable to your mom!”

Ernest glanced out again... and now the older Crow waved happily at Ernest, perhaps relieved now as she remembered that this was Ernest’s car because, of course, he’d be here.

Slowly, Ernest slid the armoire back over the window, sealing him and his lover in blacklight once again as the mother unlocked the front door.

“Kris! Your mom’s coming in, we need to get dressed...” Or did they? Certainly it was embarrassing to get caught, but if this was now normal...

“What didya... do...?” A slow, deep inhale... and Ernest realized his lover had fallen asleep with those words, his cum still slowly trickling out of her and seeping into the mattress through long-since soaked towels.

Ernest was on his own... and he tried to think of a plan, because at least he had time to contemplate it before facing a magically-fooled mother.

But everything Kris and him did was normal now to the mother roaming the house... and so why would she hesitate to open the unlocked bedroom door?

Said door swung open to let the hallway light beam in on a naked, stinking, sweaty Ernest and his cum-drunk goth girl. In the doorway, Xenia Crowley just shook her head in annoyance. Ernest now took her form in completely: the older woman was in her forties and had no chest to sag, but unlike Ernest’s mom she was shockingly fit. Birthing hips were tightened with years of old exercise DVD squats and her narrow body made her short height seem tall... or it might've been the black heels worn to match the simple, black work dress.

“I wish your school wasn’t too weirdly strict about you two not skipping and...” Her eyes drifted to her ****, impregnated daughter, “... just fucking the day away,” she continued with a lack of hesitation that floored Ernest, “but they are, so you two think you’ll be ready to go to school before the day’s out?”

Ernest was twice shocked, but it made sense: Kris’ mom had no problem with this, but the school still did and said mom was still a mom, even if she couldn’t disapprove of their actions or find anything strange about them.

Ernest glanced down at his still-erect cock, then back at Kris, before replying, “Well... that’s not a problem. I wish the school excused all absences today.”

Xenia smirked. “Well, no need to be sarcastic, young man. I just forgot.”

Ernest nervously laughed. Kris’ mom was hot, and the desire to fuck still burned insane in his mind. Did he have the daring to just continue his exploratory buttfuck in front of Kris’ mom? Could he get Kris awake first?

"But even if you're excused, you do need an education... just don't make this a habit."

“I wish school was cancelled for the rest of the day, and tomorrow too, just for teacher work days!” He prayed that ended the conversation...

Xenia rolled her eyes as she took a step into the room,“Yes, yes, I just mean for your home... work...”

The lithe woman had smelled the first bits of fuck fumes in the room from the door, but a single foot into her daughter's room and she was swimming in it: nearly a half hour of perpetual orgasms and sweating with closed doors and subpar air conditioning had turned the musky bedroom into a trap. She inhaled deeply and smiled, pleased by the scent... and her blue-green eyes landed on Ernest with an obvious hunger.