Chaotic Oddities

by Ledger, John

  Charles was shocked but too turned on to care, as he fumbled with his belt, trying to open his pants as fast as possible.

  “Let me help you, Charles.” Lauren sat forward and opened his pants for him, as she grabbed his cock and took it in her mouth with expertise. As soon as Charles was nice and hard, she stopped and leaned back again. “Now, fuck my feet.”

  Charles didn’t ask any questions this time. He grabbed her by the ankles and brought her feet together on his cock, as he did exactly what she asked. He fucked her feet.

  Lauren pulled her yellow dress up and played with her clit while Charles got himself off. She came around the same time he made a mess of her dress. Charles leaned back and laid down, enjoying himself for the first time in a while. Lauren wasn’t done enjoying herself yet though, “You stay right there, Charles. It’s my turn now.”

  “Huh?” was all he had a chance to say, before she sat on his face.

  VI.

  Seymour was pretty drunk by the time his son arrived home from school. He was still sitting on the porch when Simon and Cameron got out of her car. To his surprise, Cameron followed his son over to their house to greet him. “Hi, Mr. Hymen.” She smiled at him, as Seymour stood up to welcome them.

  “Hello, Cameron. Please, call me Seymour. What brings you over here?” Seymour knew she was best friends with his son, but she never came over to the house. Seymour could never understand how his son had a friend that looked like that, yet was still interested in boys. He didn’t consider himself a homophobe in the least bit, but it was still disappointing to him.

  “Dad, I told Cameron she could go for a swim in the pool. I assumed that would be okay.”

  “Of course, Simon, you kids go ahead and have fun. That’s what the pool is there for.”

  “Oh, I don’t have time, Dad. I have a report to finish for school, but Cameron still wanted to take a dip, if that’s okay.”

  “Absolutely. Help yourself, Cameron.”

  “Thanks, Mr. Hymen...I mean...Seymour. I’ll go get changed, and be right back. As long as my mom isn’t bitching about something, as usual.”

  “You know what, Cameron? I’m sure Lauren has something inside you could wear. Then you don’t have to worry about your mom. She has tons of bathing suits and whatnot, and we have plenty of towels.”

  “Oh, is she home?”

  “No, she’s out as usual, but she won’t mind.”

  Cameron looked at Simon and he simply shrugged his shoulders. “If Dad says it’s cool, then it’s cool.”

  “Okay, as long as you’re sure she won’t care. Saves me from seeing my mother.” Cameron laughed as she followed them into the house. She noticed Seymour was stumbling a bit as he walked; Simon had told her about how much his dad liked to drink many times before. Simon was not aware of the fact that she thought his dad was hot though, or the fact that she knew about his little affair with her mother.

  “Cameron, I need to go get started on this paper. Is it cool if my dad shows you where everything is?”

  “Yes, Simon. Go ahead. I’ll be fine. As long as that’s okay with you, Seymour?” She faced away from Simon and winked at his father. Seymour was excited, but he tried to remain calm.

  “Certainly, go ahead, Simon. Get your work done, and I will entertain our guest.”

  “Cool. Later, Cam.” Simon headed upstairs leaving Cameron alone with his father. Before Seymour had a chance to say anything, though, he was thrown for an even bigger surprise.

  “I know about you and my mother, Seymour,” Cameron grinned at him.

  “What? I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Don’t lie to me. I know. I take my mom’s phone and check her messages all the time when she’s passed out. Don’t worry, she doesn’t know that I know. I haven’t told my father, either. Your little secret is safe with me.”

  Seymour was pissed off and afraid. This little bitch was about to blackmail him, and there was no way out of it. “What do you want, Cameron?”

  “What do you mean, what do I want? You know, I see the way you look at me, but now you don’t seem so happy to see me anymore. What’s wrong, Seymour? Aren’t I as hot as my mommy?”

  “Of course you are, but what’s this all about? You want money, I assume?”

  “Money? No Seymour, I don’t want your money. I want to go swimming. I was simply letting you know that I’m aware of what goes on. Are you going to get in the pool with me?” Cameron walked away from him towards the patio door, and he quickly followed her out back.

  “But, I didn’t get you anything to wear yet?”

  “I don’t need anything to wear, silly.” Cameron replied, as she took off her shirt and threw it on a lounge chair. After kicking off her shoes she began to unbutton her jeans.

  “What are you doing? Simon is here, and Lauren could be home any minute.”

  “Settle down, Seymour. I have a bra and panties on; it’s just like a bikini, right? She asked him, as she turned around and slowly pulled her pants down, making sure he got a nice reveal of her perfect ass. She looked just like her mother only everything was perkier, tighter and younger. She knew it too, and she took full advantage of it.

  “Oh, my God!” Seymour exclaimed, he couldn’t resist himself. He was drunk and she was gorgeous.

  “You know what I’d really like to see, Seymour?”

  “No. What?”

  “I’d like to see that big cock that my mom loves so much. I mean, why settle for her when you can have the new and improved version of her? Don’t you think I’m sexy, Seymour?” Cameron removed her bra and threw it on the chair with the rest of her clothes. “I don’t need that, after all. Or these.” She said, as she took her panties off and jumped in the pool.

  Seymour was terrified and excited beyond belief. The fear of his son coming downstairs or his wife coming home was outweighed by the opportunity in front of him. He couldn’t believe it, as he took his clothes off and stood naked in front of the eighteen-year-old daughter of his mistress. The only thing he didn’t understand was the look on Cameron’s face. He knew he was pretty big, but she looked absolutely horrified. A moment later he heard a recognizable voice and understood why.

  “You little slut! Get out of that pool, and get your ass home right now.”

  It was Chelsea, Cameron’s mother.

  Cameron scrambled out of the pool as Seymour turned around to see Chelsea glaring at him, his dick saluting her arrival. “Chelsea, I can explain.”

  “Fuck you, Seymour. I don’t wanna hear it. I saw the little bitch come over here, so I came to check on her, and this is what I find?” Chelsea didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as she stormed off with Cameron, who was now dressed and standing right behind her. Seymour got dressed and headed back to the porch, back to the bourbon. It was going to be a long night.

  VII.

  Charles Jr. could hear his mother and sister arguing downstairs from the comfort of his bedroom. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but he noticed as soon as his dad got home, they both shut up. It was getting late and everyone would be heading to bed soon. Chuck had jerked off three times since he’d come upstairs while looking at the pictures of his mother on his cellphone. He’d worn himself out and was ready for a good night’s sleep.

  Chuck headed to the bathroom to take a piss before bed, and found yet another surprise. The door was wide open and the light was on, so he turned to the right and walked right in, to his sister in her panties, checking out her tits in the mirror.

  “Oh, my God! I’m sorry.” Chuck mumbled, as he stood there, staring at her.

  “Chuck, what the hell? Get the fuck out of here, you perv!” Cameron covered her breasts with her hands, as Chuck finally snapped out of his trance and walked away, back toward his bedroom. The bathroom door slammed shut behind him as he found himself wide awake. Chuck was thinking about his sister’s body and immediately got excited again. Her tits were small, but she was perfect in all the right places. Before Chuck could
enjoy himself, the barking and squealing began. Gary was awake.

  “Chucky boy, my main man. You got problems, brother.” Gary spoke, in a calm and collective manner.

  “Don’t start with me, Gary. I don’t need your shit tonight.”

  “Chucky, is that any way to talk to your furry little friend?”

  “Shut up, Gary. It’s bad enough I’m talking to a chinchilla. It’s even worse that you answer me.”

  “Well, you need to listen to me, Chucky. Your family is in trouble unless you fix it.”

  “How am I supposed to fix my family?”

  “You need to take care of the Hymens across the street. Just like you’ve done before. You can do it, Chucky.”

  “I’m tired of killing people, Gary. You can’t make me do it anymore. I’m tired of moving, trying to make new friends. Getting beat up by new bullies.”

  “It doesn’t matter what you’re tired of, four eyes! This is your responsibility. You’re the glue that holds this dysfunctional little, fucked up family together.”

  “Why do my mom and Cameron have to be such whores? It’s all their fault. Why don’t they go clean up the mess?”

  “Oh, and you think you and your dad are innocent? You up here beating your dick to pictures of your own mother, then lusting after your sister? Meanwhile, your dad’s fucking the neighbor’s feet. The whole fucking lot of you are perverts.”

  “What? How do you know that stuff?”

  “How many times do I gotta tell you, I know everything, mother fucker! Shit.”

  “Fine. Fuck you, Gary. Just leave me alone. I got shit to do.”

  “Yeah, you do. So, go do it, Chucky boy.”

  Chuck grabbed his book bag and headed downstairs. It was going to be a long night.

  VIII.

  The Hymen’s never had a chance. Chuck sneaked in the unlocked patio door to find a dark and silent house. He crept up the stairs with his bag and removed his knife as he set the bag down. Simon’s room was his first destination. The boy was a few years older than Chuck, and had he been awake, probably could have fought him off. There’s not much you can do when someone slits your throat in your sleep, though.

  Chuck made his way to the main bedroom next, his knife in one hand, his bag in the other. The predicament he found the Hymen’s in couldn’t have been more perfect. He entered the room to find Seymour handcuffed to the bed, Lauren nowhere in sight. Seymour had a ball gag in his mouth, so he couldn’t say a thing. His eyes bulged as he mumbled and squirmed at the sight of Chuck, knife in hand, looking crazed and deranged.

  Chuck heard the running water coming from the bathroom and assumed the missus was in the shower. He noticed that Seymour was sporting a raging erection, which he found odd since he was the only other person in the room. Then, he pictured that thing going in and out of his mother, his sister even, and Charles Jr. saw red. He didn’t even think about it as he hopped onto the bed and grabbed hold of Seymour’s cock. With his other hand, Chuck sliced the man’s dick off tossing it into his book bag.

  He let Seymour bleed to death and headed into the bathroom, where he really had some fun with his favorite blade. After Chuck was done, the bathroom was a bloody mess. He collected his clothes, his knife, and his souvenirs. Chuck headed home and went to sleep. Gary was proud of him.

  IX.

  The next morning everything was out in the open. Breakfast was a nightmare in the Chunks' house. Chelsea had told Charles about Cameron getting naked at the neighbor’s house, and in turn, Cameron told her father about Seymour and her mother. Charles couldn’t handle it, so he broke down and admitted that he cheated on Chelsea with Lauren. They were all yelling and screaming at each other, when Chuck came into the kitchen with his book bag.

  “Shut up,” he told them. “I solved the problem again. The Hymen’s won’t be bothering our family anymore.”

  “No,” Charles said, remembering the last time his son slaughtered their neighbors, causing them to move to this shit town.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” his mother exclaimed, thinking only of the loss of her fuck buddy.

  “Don’t worry, Mom. You and Cameron can fight over this.” Chuck smiled, as he reached into his bag and grabbed Seymour’s cock, tossing it on the table. Cameron threw up, and Chelsea was in shock.

  “Oh, and I didn’t forget you, Dad. Here you go, have fun.” Chuck pulled a shoe box out of his bag and placed it on the table. His father cautiously opened it, only to find Lauren's feet inside.

  “You’re welcome. I’m going back to bed. I love you all.” Chuck headed back to his room, leaving his family speechless once again. He knew the routine. In the morning, it would be time to pack up and head off to a new town. Where his fucked up family would find someone else to fuck, and then he’d have to kill again. He knew all this because Gary told him so, and that furry fucker was always right.

  X.

  Chelsea and Charles lay in bed next to each other, totally aware of their fucked up situation. They were going to have to relocate once again, thanks to their son and his homicidal tendencies. He only did it out of love, though, and they appreciated that. Tonight was a special night; they could worry about their problems tomorrow. Chelsea kissed Charles goodnight, as she lay back and shoved Seymour’s cock inside herself. Charles listened to her moan as he rubbed Lauren’s feet on his hard cock. It was going to be a good night for the Chunks.

  The Sleepwalker

  It was a night like any other in Marinville, Pennsylvania, as Jacob wandered along Route twenty-two. A cold October rain beat down on the nearly deserted street, and thunder boomed in the distance. Jacob was looking for someone to save. He had a certain intuition when it came to danger that he could never quite understand. Ever since he died that is. He would suddenly become sick and that was his alarm that there was trouble nearby. That’s right, Jacob is a zombie. Zombies didn’t turn out to be exactly the stereotype image we were all so accustomed to though, they were much different. Not every person that died came back, but the ones that did came back with special powers. Jacob came back as a sleepwalker, and was still trying to understand his gift.

  As he finally approached some signs of life on the street, his feelings became more intense. On the right side of the road, a donut shop was open, and Jacob took notice of one of Marinville’s finest inside getting fatter. On the opposite side of the road sat the strip club. Jacob crossed the street heading toward the parking lot of the strip club, sensing somehow that this was his destination. He was extremely nervous about going inside, so he lit up a cigarette and calmed his nerves outside for a few minutes. There were only a few cars in the parking lot and most of them probably belonged to the girls. Jacob made his way inside and approached the counter, as a rather large man with lots of ink all over his body spoke to him.

  “You wanna go inside?”

  “Uh yeah, how much?” Jacob replied as he fumbled through his wallet.

  “Eight bucks. You want some singles?”

  “Yes, please.” Jacob handed the man two twenty dollar bills and waited for his change, suddenly aware of a presence behind him. After receiving his change along with his ticket stub, he turned around to see a man returning the bathroom key. The man looked at Jacob and grinned, as he made his way into the club in front of him. Jacob followed him inside and found a seat off by himself in the back of the room. The strange man was seated right up by the stage while a dark haired, piercing junkie pleaded for his attention. Only three other gentleman currently inhabited the club. First, an old black man in a suit and tie who also sat by the stage near the man who was beginning to remind Jacob of Charles Manson. Second, a fat and balding white man who was getting a lap dance in one of the booths from a hot young blonde, and finally, a Puerto Rican guy sat near Jacob in the back of the room.

  The next girl was up to dance and the song “Pour Some Sugar on Me” caught Jacob’s attention as a skinny, short-haired brunette took the stage. She was wearing a black bra and thong and the first thing Jacob no
ticed was how pale she was. She had a tiny star piercing on her nose and a tattoo above her left breast, another star of some kind. Overall, Jacob thought the girl was incredibly attractive, but he felt a sudden panic as she made eye contact with the Manson look alike. The man began placing singles on the stage and she thanked him by removing her flimsy, see through bra and playing with her breasts, teasing her nipples for him.

  Jacob was about to move closer to the stage when another girl emerged from the dressing room and began walking towards him. She took a quick glance around the room at her choices and decided on Jacob immediately. Normally, he would’ve been flattered but considering his competition, not so much.

  “Would you like a dance?” She asked as she leaned down to talk over the music. Jacob was in awe of her body. She was really short but built just right in all the right places. Her name was Angela, and she appeared to be of Italian descent. Wearing only a red thong, she didn’t leave much to the imagination, but that didn’t stop Jacob from thinking about what was underneath. He finally answered her and handed over a twenty before following her over to one of the booths. Jacob stole a glance at the stage to notice the other girl was now completely nude on her hands and knees. Mr. Manson was getting his perfect money shot, and he obviously appreciated it, as he continued to toss money her way. As Jacob sat down in the booth, the stage was now out of sight and his attention was totally on Angela. Straddling Jacob, she wrapped her arms around him, as she rest her head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind her long brown hair tickling his face, as he was hypnotized by her scent. She moved around a bit, rubbing her breasts against his face, as he fought back the urge to kiss them.

  Jacob still sensed that someone was in danger. Even more so now, as Angela stood up and turned around, facing front before sitting back down on his lap. He tried to concentrate on whatever might be wrong, all to no avail as her firm little ass grinded against him. Jacob was concerned that he wasn’t going to last much longer when all of a sudden a loud boom rang out.