That night Scooter found himself unable to drift off to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes visions of his mother's night with the neighbor boy invaded his mind. He saw his mother, the object of his lust dancing close to Bobby, her massive breasts pressing tightly into his muscular chest. He saw their hands roving over each others bodies. As much as he tried to fight thinking about it, his mind would eventual drift to what had had happened in the car outside the house. As he thought about his beautiful mother letting Bobby maul her tits, rubbing those massive jugs that, as of recently, Scooter considered to be HIS property. The breaking point for Scooter, however, was the part of his mother’s night were she took Bobby’s cock in her mouth and gave him a blow job in his car outside the house.
“Oh my gosh he was really BIG and very, very hard." Christine’s words echoed inside his mind. Scooter had conceded that Bobby might be was better looking, stronger and smoother with women the he was. Scooter’s belief that he had the bigger cock had provided him with confidence. Now that bastard Bobby had taken that from him? The way his mother lustfully spoke of Bobby’s enraged Scooter to the point that he decided he had to do something.
Suddenly, an idea hit him. Scooter knew that there was something about the next door house. Growing up he had seen numerous seemingly normal families move in, only to eventually turn into a group of horny oversexed degenerates who were constantly fucking each other, regardless of various laws or social norms. He couldn’t remember all the neighbors who had resided in the house, but he knew the names, and some of the backgrounds, of the most recent tenants. Maybe he could find enough proof of what the house does to its inhabitants to persuade the Jones family to move out, leaving the gorgeous Christine to himself.
Powering up his computer Scooter began his research. He found as much information about the previous family, the Cassidys, as he could. He found articles about the pastor father, a pillar of the community. There were letters to the editor praising the homemaker mother who had been a major part of the town’s charity scene. He found online versions of the town’s school’s yearbook that showed the son and daughter to be two of the most popular, smartest, and promising students and athletes. Then, he found the catalog of incest porn the family had started making after shortly after moving in. He even found the website devoted to the family’s exploits after they had moved to California to become some of the biggest names in fetish porn.
After fully chronicling the Cassidys’ descent, Scooter printed out his findings. But as the paper landed in the printer tray, Scooter noticed that rather than his detailed research into the “curse” of the neighboring house was a short message, somehow addressed to him.
“SCOOTER - ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS?”
The next page out of the printer continued the bizarre phenomenon.
“YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE DOING. I HAVE IMPROVED YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR LIFE. IF YOU TRY TO INTERFERE WITH WHAT IS GOING ON NEXT DOOR, YOU WILL LEAVE ME NO CHOICE BUT TO PUNISH YOU FOR YOUR ACTIONS. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED.”
Scooter spent the next couple minutes staring dumbly at his computer, trying to decipher what just happened, and to determine how he would respond. He almost abandoned his goals of sending the Jones family out of the house. But, as his mouse cursor hovered over the delete icon, the image of his mother grinding her tight body onto Bobby’s erect cock sent pangs of jealousy coursing through his body again. With renewed resolve Scooter hit print again, and much to his relief he saw the document he had composed print out as intended.
After sneaking outside to slide his work under the Jones’ door Scoot collapsed back into his bed relieved and confident that after tonight, he would no longer be competing with Bobby Jones for his mother’s lust. As he finally drifted off to sleep Scooter thought he heard a voice whispering in his ear…
“You were warned, yet you let your jealousy get the better of you. Now you will have to leave with the consequences.”
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