Haunting of Palmer Mansion Pt. 11

This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.

A clock ticked somewhere in the house as Daniel stumbled down the second-floor hallway in the early morning. He'd just exited the guest bedroom, leaving Khadra stuffed with his cum. Every time he thought life had hit peak crazy, it went up a notch.

Ahead in the gloom, he could see a white, shimmering figure near his bedroom door. Daniel's feet quickened and his heart skipped a beat. In the gray, pre-dawn light, he could see her red hair and he could almost make out her freckles. Daniel smiled. He'd done it. He'd saved Eloise.

"I did it, Mrs. Palmer." Daniel ran the rest of the way and flung himself into her arms. He was surprised to find nothing where he expected a solid woman, and he sprawled on the hardwood. He turned over and looked up.

"What a good lad you are, Daniel." She smiled down at him with warmth and affection. "Your work with Mrs. Samatar was splendid."

"I don't understand." Daniel slowly rose to his feet. He put out his finger and pressed it to her right shoulder. It went through her as if she were air. He noticed that her belly, under her long dress, was flat. "How come I can't touch you?"

Worry lines creased Eloise's freckled face. "While you were a hero for bedding that troublesome woman, I'm afraid it wasn't enough to restore me to my former self." She stepped toward Daniel and lifted her hand as if caressing his cheek, but, of course, she could not. "You must rebuild the energy I lost."

"How?" Daniel was ready to do anything for her.

"Conquest, silly." She nodded and her form faded. "Aid in their fall and the house will rise." Eloise vanished from sight, but her voice lingered.

"I will," Daniel said into the murky hallway. Although he didn't know exactly what Eloise had asked of him, he'd do it. And he trusted that she'd make it clear soon enough.

~~

When Khadra sat down to breakfast at the Anderson home, she lowered her eyes and kept most of what she said to the range of 'please' and 'thank you'. She was so incredibly tired. That eighteen-year-old boy, now quietly sitting on the opposite end of the table, hadn't let her get a wink of sleep until dawn. He'd had her copulating like an animal. His monstrous organ had hurt her small vagina at first, but once she'd gotten used to it, there was no pleasure in her life that was its equal. She shivered at the thought of the things they'd done.

"More toast, Khadra?" Julie sounded chipper.

"No, thank you." She shook her head and sipped at her coffee. She reached up to adjust her hijab. To let another man see her uncovered hair was such a sin. And to think, hours ago she'd done that, and so much more.

"How about some bacon?" Julie held up a plate with crispy bacon, right off the skillet. "You need to regain your energy after what happened."

Khadra's face tightened in a panic. Did she know about what had happened with her son? No. Khadra took a deep breath. Julie was only referring to what happened with the dreamstone. "Um ... thank you, but I cannot eat pork."

"Oh gosh." Julie's smile morphed into a sheepish grin. "Of course. How silly of me." She held out the coffee carafe. "More coffee?"

"Yes, please." Khadra sipped her coffee and ate her toast and bided the minutes until she could call her husband and have him pick her up. She felt a pull to stay in that house forever and let that teenager treat her as his rightful wife. But she knew that was insanity, and she hoped some distance would have her thinking clearly again.

~~

It was almost time to leave for the bus. Daniel and his mother stood just outside the heavy front door and watched Maxamed pull down the driveway and park just at the bottom of the front walk where Khadra waited for him. It was the same exact spot where that black carriage had waited in Daniel's vision the other night. He and Julie waved when Khadra gingerly got into the small, beat-up sedan, but only Maxamed waved back from the driver's seat. And then the Samatars drove off into the overcast morning.

"I had a funny feeling about that woman this morning, Danny?" Julie gave her son a sideways glance. "Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's just whatever she did to rid our house of those spirits."

"Maybe," Daniel agreed.

"How are you feeling this morning, pumpkin?" Her eyes fell down to the soft lump in his pants.

"Better." Daniel looked over at her and caught her gaze. "I mean worse." She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the diffuse light, with her curves jutting under her dress, her curious face, and her appraising eyes. "I mean, I will need some help when you have some time."

A thin smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I was thinking ..." Julie said the words slowly, and looked over her shoulder into the house. Her husband and daughter were nowhere to be seen. "Maybe you could skip the bus this morning. I could drop you off at school. That might buy us an extra fifteen minutes."

Ten minutes later, Brittney got on the bus without her twin. It was strange that her mom was going to drop him off, but apparently, they had something important to do that morning.

At that moment, in the laundry room in the basement, Julie leaned with her elbows on the washing machine. Her dress was around her waist, her panties around her ankles, and her son's long thing rubbed against her butt crack over and over again. "Let me know when it's time, Danny. You can't make a mess again. Okay?"

"Sure ... Mom ..." Daniel held her hips and rubbed himself. It felt so good not to worry about Eloise. He could concentrate on the delicious curve at the small of his mom's back and her wobbling butt. He pulled back and lined up the head with her dripping pussy and pushed in.

"Oh ... maybe that's not the best ... ooohhhhhh ... idea, sweetie." He stretched her out so wonderfully. Her body buzzed as that massive penis burrowed its way into her.

"But you said we could have sex again." He hit bottom, pulled almost all the way out, and thrust back in again. Her pink pussy lining made a perfect sleeve around his dick.

"Oh ... gosh ..." Julie panted. "But we have to ... get you to ... school. And your father ... might come looking ..."

"It'll be ... uh ... uh ... faster this way." Daniel slammed into her, enjoying the way her whole body tensed every time he smacked up against her ass.

"Okay, sweetie." Who was she kidding? It would be faster this way. "Just not ... inside ... it's a bad time of month ... for me."

"Where?" He reached with his right hand and wrapped his fingers in her long, brown hair. He pulled her head back a little, getting her to arch her back more. He loved the way she squealed in response.

"I'll ... ugh ... ugh ... ugh ... swallloooowwwww" Julie let her orgasm rip through her. She was completely at her son's mercy. It was the most delightful feeling.

Daniel smashed her from behind for a while longer, driving her to two more orgasms. Soon, he was ready. "Can ... I ... cum inside?" He pulled a little harder on her hair.

"Yeeesssssssss." Julie barely knew what she was saying. All she knew was that she wanted to live with this pleasure forever. She wanted the rapture to swallow her whole. She heard Daniel's soft, guttural groans behind her and then felt the heat of his seed inside her. Julie gritted her teeth and shrieked out her most massive orgasm yet.

Up in the kitchen, George stopped loading the dishwasher from breakfast. What was that sound? It sounded sort of like opera. He looked around the kitchen. Strange. Maybe he'd go and find Julie and see if she heard it, too.

"Wow, Mom." Daniel tried to catch his breath. He felt Julie's pussy rhythmically squeeze his dick as she finished cumming. He pulled out of her and looked down. His dick was a frothy mess.

"I thought you had ... lost interest in me, Danny. But I was ... very wrong ... it seems." Julie's whole body buzzed. Her mind couldn't quite clear itself.

"I just had a lot ... on my mind. It's almost like you're my girlfriend ... now." The words were awkward in his ears.

"Don't say ... that stuff, Daniel." Julie's eyes regained focus, and she bent over to fetch some towels. She tossed one to Daniel and put the other one between her legs. "I'm your ... mother. I'm just helping you out with a difficult situation."

"Okay." Daniel used the towel to rub off his slowly deflating dick.

"Now let's get you to school." Julie pulled up her panties, knowing that she would be leaking quite a bit of Daniel's sperm into them on the drive over to school. "And let's be more careful in the future."

"But Mom --" Daniel pulled up his pants.

"I'm not saying whose fault it was. But we can't risk pregnancy." She shook her hips and let her dress fall down around her knees. "Okay, let's get you to school." Julie smiled. She felt good. As she walked up to the main floor, she realized she felt really, really good.

Daniel grabbed his backpack and they walked to the front door.

"There you are," George called down to them from the grand east stairway. "What's Danny doing home? I thought the school bus left already."

"Oh." Julie spun around and tried not to look guilty. "We ... um ... we ... um ..."

"She was helping me with some homework I forgot to do last night." Daniel frowned up at his father. "She's taking me to school now."

"Oh, okay." George, oblivious to their discomfort, smiled down at them. "Did you hear a high-pitched sound a little while ago? Sounded almost like a lady singing."

"No, dear." Julie shook her head and shot Daniel a stern look out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay, maybe it was the wind." George shrugged. "Or maybe the ghosts have returned." He laughed. "I'm going to sweep up those ridiculous salt symbols now that the Samatars are done." He waved goodbye, turned, and walked up the stairs to put on his work clothes.

"We have to be more careful," Julie said under her breath as she led Daniel out to the car.

But wouldn't you know it, not ten minutes later, she leaned sideways from the driver's seat, blowing her son while he sat in the passenger's seat. Their car rocked ever so slightly in an empty lot three blocks away from the high school. She eagerly drank his salty stuff when he spewed it down her throat. Her skills were improving to the point that she didn't let any escape her mouth.

They were a little late for school, so she had to check him in at the front desk. It was awkward for Julie talking to the school's administrative assistant with the taste of sperm on her tongue and her vagina oozing into her panties. But Julie soldiered through, kissed Daniel on the forehead, and sent him off to class.

~~

"So, this is what's left of our dreamstone?" Khadra carefully unwrapped the rags that surrounded the rock on her coffee table. She pulled her hand away and sucked in her breath when she saw what their precious stone had become. "This has been used for generations, Maxamed." The large, black stone was crisscrossed by long red veins now, pulsing to some unholy beat.

"Yes." Maxamed stood with his arms folded over his tie, carefully watching his wife.

"It's become an abomination." She reached her hand to touch it, but stopped. Some instinct told her not to.

"When I go back to Somalia, I can get us another one." Maxamed pressed his lips together. "This one seems to have soaked up all the demons into it and calcified them. At least they won't harm anyone anymore."

"But have you ever heard of such a thing?" The pulsing mesmerized Khadra. Her hand extended toward the stone again.

"I have not." Maxamed shook his head. "But I will ask around."

"It's really quite compelling." Khadra's finger touched the rock and a warmth ran up her arm. A loud crack reverberated around their living room and the stone broke into thirteen pieces. Khadra stepped back in alarm, the heat moving to her chest.

"What did you do, woman?" Maxamed swooped in and examined the erstwhile dreamstone. It had broken neatly, without any chipping. "This cannot stay in our house." He bundled the pieces up in the rag and ran out the front door.

Khadra watched her husband drop the bundle out by the sidewalk, and then he slowly walked back into the house. Maxamed left the front door open when he returned and stood with his back to it.

"If the demons are tied up in the stone, there is a danger there it seems." He stood with his hands on his hips. "How should I best dispose of the evil we purged from the Anderson home? Perhaps the bottom of a lake. Or maybe if we seek the help of an elder who ..."

Khadra tuned out her husband. She watched a group of teenagers walk down the sidewalk and open the rag he'd left on the edge of their lawn. Three boys and two girls reached down and snatched up all thirteen pieces. And then they walked off laughing and teasing each other. Just like that, her husband wouldn't need to worry about disposing the dreamstone.

"... or an abandoned well." Maxamed looked at his placid wife, annoyed that she had somehow broken the dreamstone and then offered no ideas of her own for its disposal. "Why did your touch break it?"

"I think ... I think ... I had a vision of its destruction," Khadra lied. "And my touch was its annihilation. I bet if you went back to the covering now, it would be empty. The evil that plagued the Andersons is gone from this Earth."

"That would be very strange." Maxamed slowly turned and walked out through his open front door. He stepped down the walkway and stopped next to the rag. He bent down to pick it up. It was empty. She was right. None of this made any sense. Maxamed knew he would have to ask around the community to see what others knew of these strange things. He took the empty rag and tossed it in his neighbor's curbside garbage can and walked back into the house. "How are you feeling, Khadra?"

"I am tired, husband. Might I have some quiet time to rest in our bedroom?" She turned and walked toward the bedroom without waiting for his reply.

"Of course, I will not disturb you." He needed her to regain her strength. There was so much strangeness surrounding them now, it was hard to tell if things would finally quiet down. This job seemed hardly worth the work George Anderson had promised to do on their house.

When Khadra closed and locked the door to her bedroom, she was not surprised to see that giant black dildo waiting for her on the neatly made bed. "Even if I wanted to use you, I am too sore from my time with that boy," she whispered to the thing. "And I do not want to use you at all." She picked it up off the bed and put it in her dresser drawer. She wasn't concerned about Maxamed finding it. She knew it would soon disappear, playing its devious games.

"I have willpower, you see?" Khadra looked at the closed drawer as she removed her hijab and dress. She unhooked her bra and let her small breasts fall free. There was something wrong with her panties. She looked down to see a wet spot on the front. Allah help her, she was still leaking that boy's sperm. How much had he deposited in her? She put on new panties and got into bed. She was proud of her willpower with that dark phallus. That she could deny that evil thing boded well as she put her time with the Andersons behind her. She quietly drifted off to sleep.

~~

At second period, a note from the office pulled Daniel out of calculus. He walked down the long halls back to the main office and was shocked to see Penelope happily chatting with the secretary when he got there.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson. Your sister-in-law signed you out for your doctor's appointment," the secretary said.

"She what?" Daniel was very confused.

"Remember? Your mom couldn't take you today, so she asked me to do it." Penelope smiled and nodded at him. Her blue eyes filled with sincerity.

"Sure." Daniel nodded. He had no such memory. "My books are still in the classroom."

"We'll have someone pick them up, and we'll hold them here for you." The secretary offered her most benign smile. "Have a good appointment."

"Thanks." Daniel followed Penelope out of the school in silence watching her dress swish back and forth. When they were out in the parking lot, he stepped closer to her. "I thought we couldn't afford a doctor. Did Mom finally freak out about my dick?"

"For someone so smart, you certainly are a dummy sometimes." She looked at him sideways, with an apologetic smile. "I made it up."

"You what?" Daniel stopped. "I have to go back. I can't miss calc for nothing. I'll be behind everyone else."

"Come on, dummy. You can miss a little class. You skipped the other day, remember?" Penelope grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her car. "Didn't you get my voicemail this morning?"

"No." Daniel let her guide him toward her SUV. "I was ... um ... busy."

"You're always so busy." She opened her passenger door and shoved him in. "If you don't answer your messages, this is what you get."

"Kidnapped?" Daniel said as she slammed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

Penelope settled herself in the driver's seat and looked over at him with some seriousness. "Look, I know school is important to you, but you gotta know that this is important to me." She put her hand on his lap and squeezed his cock. She left her hand there as his dick grew. Her eyes fell down to the bulge in his shorts. "And I can tell this is important to you, too." She moved her hands to the elastic waist and pulled his shorts down.

"Pen, this is my school parking lot." Daniel looked around with his brow furrowed. There was no one around, only parked cars. "Someone will see us."

"I just want to have a look really fast." She pulled down his underwear and stared as his semi-hard penis sprang out. "It's really incredible, Danny." She started the car and pulled out of her parking spot. Her left hand went to the wheel, her right hand fell to his dick and stroked him. "This is the sort of dick that would move the rise and fall of nations."

"I don't ... think ... that's how countries work, Pen." Despite the situation, it felt really good. He let her do her thing.

"Maybe not." Penelope drove them out on the main road and turned toward her house. It was hard to keep her eyes forward. "Does that feel good, Danny?"

Daniel nodded.

"It feels good in my hand, too." She pulled onto her street. "Are you happy I pulled you out of class now, smartypants?"

"No ..." Daniel watched her take her hand off the wheel to hit the garage opener on her sun visor. "Yes ..." They pulled into the garage. "I don't know."

"You're so flustered. It's cute." Her right hand continued on his cock while she hit the button to close the garage door and turned off the car. "And to think, I was so nervous about coming to see you at school." She climbed over to Daniel, pulled up her dress, and straddled his lap. "I hope I'm not crushing you." She pulled her panties to the side and lined his dick up with her slick pussy.

"No, it's fine." Daniel looked up at her as she wiggled her hips and lowered herself onto him. Her blonde hair shaded her face in the dimly lit garage, but he could clearly see her expectant smile and then the look of surprise as she felt him stretch her out.

"I'm ... aaahhhhhhh ... not going to leave your brother." Penelope slowly started bouncing on him, she could raise her hips so high above his lap without dislodging him it was almost comical.

"I ... didn't ask you to." He reached up and cupped her heavy boobs through her dress. "And I have a girlfriend ... remember? I'm not leaving her."

"I'd very much ... uh ... uh ... uh ... like to meet her." Penelope's hips sped up, her nerve endings sparked with pleasure.