3838 Walnut Street Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

3838 Walnut Street Pt. 01

... Especially when she was full of fear and excitement, as she was now. "Hello, Daddio. Did you know Mom's pussy is leaking? She can't wait to see her two bucks lock antlers." Billy moved from the hall, to the living room, and then into the kitchen.

"That's it. You're out, Billy!" Harold roared. "Pack your things. You're not living under my roof anymore."

Billy cackled. It seemed so odd to him that he had once been afraid of his father. Had it really been only months ago? "It's not your roof, Father, it belongs to Her." Billy laughed again, moving back into the living room. "Are you sure you want to mark the ground with your hoof like some half-creature? Once you start the ritual, only one buck can walk away with the doe."

"He means me, Harold. I'm the doe." Betsy hugged herself tightly, gripping her housedress with two fists.

"Where is he? He sounds like he's right here, but..." Harold stepped into the living room. Slowly, he removed his belt. He meant to lash some sense into his son before sending him off on his own. "Where are you?" His son's laugh was close, almost right in his ear. He could hear the boy scuttling around, it sounded like he was crawling. But Harold couldn't spot him behind the armchair or the sofa. It was a bit disconcerting.

"You've always been so close-minded, Daddio. Just try to be cool and look in a new direction," Billy said.

Slowly, Harold raised his eyes. His jaw dropped, and his belt fell to the floor. His son was squatting upside ...

... down on the ceiling. Billy's hair and clothes were affected by gravity, dangling toward the floor, but the boy was not. "Good... God..." Harold said.

"Boo!" Billy laughed as his father turned to run.

"The priest! We need..." Harold's beltless pants fell down around his ankles as he raced for the door. He tripped on them, sprawled, and hit his head on the wall. Dazed, he lay on the floor.

"Come on up, Mommio." Billy scurried across the ceiling and held a hand down to his mother.

"But... but your father? He'll see us," Betsy whispered. She was trembling, overcome by anticipation, longing, and dread.

"She wants him to see us. She wants him to serve the building." Billy's eyes glowed faintly red in the gloom of the room, and his upside-down smile wasn't a frown, but looked quite horrid regardless. When his mother offered her left hand, he didn't take it at first. Instead, he reached down and removed her wedding ring. He tossed it thoughtlessly into the corner of the living room. Then, he firmly gripped his mother's hand as if to shake it, and lifted her into the air.

When Betsy's dress fell to the floor next to Harold, he snapped back into awareness. His body was frozen, he found he could barely breathe. When he looked up, he saw his son manhandling his wife on the ceiling of their living room. It was hard to tell what was happening in the darkness. Harold was thankful he hadn't turned on a light in the room.

"Billy... you've never gone this far... before." ...