Loud moaning sounds reverberated throughout the house. A certain woman in heat was so loud, that even Cindy and Mindy heard the erotic moans in the basements.
'As expected of Leo's family, they are all on another level,' Mindy thought while she stuffed a spoonful of fresh thick ooze into her mouth. 'Not that we are normal ourselves.'
'Mommy should know by now what we have been eating…,' thinking to herself, Mindy glanced at her mother who was twitching heavily between her thighs and her body flushed red, but the movements of the young mother's hand with a spoon had not slowed down one bit.
Cindy felt incredibly awkward, this just might be part of the reason why she wanted them to live on their own. She hoped that she wouldn't have to explain to her daughter what are those moaning sounds; she didn't want Mindy to learn anything unhealthy, though her current erotic posture was not helping the case.
Mindy, knowing full well not to put her mother in an awkward spot, asked her the question anyway.
"Mommy, what are those sounds?" ...Sorry mommy, I still gotta act like a kid.
Mindy enjoyed her current relationship with her mother and didn't want Cindy to notice the change in her daughter so soon.
"Eh… it is the sound of someone not feeling normal," the young mother said with a straight face.
'Oho...nice one mom,' Mindy thought but said, "Mommy, but it is so loud. Can we go outside?"
She planned to venture outside regardless. She needed to train and adapt to her current body asap. Being under the family's protection didn't mean that they were completely safe.
"Sure sweetie, after we finish breakfast… and wait for me to change clothes." Cindy needed to replace her drenched pantie.
She was still having flashbacks of the incident with that creature, but it wasn't like her to dwell in the shadows. She will take this opportunity to familiarize herself with the neighborhood in case of emergency and help Mindy learn to be more independent.
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At the entrance of the house, Catherine apologized to the young mother and her daughter. She seriously felt bad for them on many fronts.
"I am so sorry; Sharon is not feeling well," she took out a map from her normal pocket. "This is a map of the surroundings. We have made markers on every point of interest. Be careful out there."
Catherine had to rush back to the house to tend to the lust.
Cindy first examined the sky, storm clouds from the previous night had not dispersed. But the weather would not be a concern if they don't travel far.
Mindy curiously took the map from Cindy's hand and inspected details; it had scribbled notes and bad drawings all over the place. She could easily tell who wrote what based on the hand writing.
She already had a plan on where to go, she pointed her finger on the map and looked to her mother.
"Mommy, let's go here!"
The spot was the shopping district where she and her mother were trapped at the start of the apocalypse. Mindy knew the store was one of the origin points the black mist propagated from. She hoped the information she learned in the other timeline still holds true here, and that there will be a fortune to be made.
Before questioning herself on why her nine-year-old daughter knew how to read maps, she flatly rejected Mindy in a heartbeat. She would not risk her and her daughter's lives by venturing so far north for no apparent reason.
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Back in Sharon's room, she had been non-stop climaxing since the morning. Sitting on bed with a vulgar posture, Sharon was bluntly thrusting a large size dildo in her honeywell to pacify her itches. Large quantity of clear fluid was gushing out behind every thrust, which made vivid sounds of liquid being squeezed within her honeypot. Combined with her moans, a beautiful choir was sung.
However, just as Sharon reached orgasm, she failed to control her lower body and her inner muscles contracted before she could pull the toy out of her flower.
The result was that the rubber and plastic inside her were squashed, burst from the brutal internal pressure of her hole. Sharon took out the compressed toy, looked disappointedly at the once mightily strong dildo then reached her hand inside the honey pot to scoop out the remnants of its body.
That was the third and last dildo she had broken. The cheap rubbish she bought from the adult toy store could not satisfy the woman in heat. They couldn't give her the same ecstasy she experienced with her nephew.
In Mindy's other timeline, it was not unheard-of that normal man would have their manhood accidentally "devoured" by a female awakened during sex. Women's natural physiology already determined that their muscles would be developed around the nether region.
A man and an awakened woman would head in a motel room at night, then in the next day, a eunuch and an unsatisfied woman would emerge out of that very same room. Absurd stories like these were actually common in that timeline.
"Sharon, are you alright? I bought what you asked."
The door slid open, Catherine peeked into the room with a bottle of water in one hand and a baseball bat in another.
"Give it to me, Quick."
"Are you sure you want to do this to yourself?"
Catherine passed over the baseball bat. Sharon told her sister that she needed something long, thick and sturdy to quench the strange sensation in her womb; hence, Catherine found the old baseball bat Sarah used to play with in elementary school. It was a smaller bat made for children.
Even after all the rough rubbing, Sharon's entrance flower was still pink without a hint of redness or swelling. The woman mercilessly thrust down the bat in her own flower, which scratched the itch of the inner sanctuary she desperately needed.
It was a similar size that she recently got familiar with; the bulge on her belly was an indication of that. But without the heat, the throbbing, and most importantly, the resonance of her cells to Leo's manhood, it still felt very far from her experience the previous night.
Sharon suddenly stopped her movement in bed and looked pitifully at her sister.
"Sis… can you fondle my breast?" While in heat she meekly begged Catherine.
Sharon had to spare one hand to stir the bat, and only one hand was nowhere enough to cover the surface of her well-endowed melons. She had been hoping she could grow another pair of hands to help her masturbate.
Sighing at her sister's plea, Catherine wrapped her hands around the bosom, covering only a portion of the surface. She was hot; however, the softness and texture of the bounty were comparable to her own.
Catherine started to enjoy herself on Sharon's marshmallow and even pinched the grapes at the tip. But as she slowly sunk into the atmosphere, her mind wandered back to the time of her teenage days; a middle school girl would often ask her big sister to massage her breast, so she too one day, can be as well-endowed as her big sister.
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The southern district of New Londo had by now submerged into the flood of rain, forcing the zombies to migrate south. The survivors, however, took advantage of the opening and rallied under a single banner. When most of the zombies went even further south, the survivors migrated north passing by quiet suburbs.
Cindy and Mindy watched the waves of refugees march through the neighborhood. They were separated into different teams to clear the path forward and to watch the rear, the elderly and children were at the center of the pack. Such level of organization insinuated the capability of their leader.
The local survivors met them with unwelcomed eyes. A ripped old man wearing sunglasses and a bandana of Anurica flag silently watched the refugees walked past him. The arrivals of these survivors did not mean good news to the locals. It will only increase competition on scarce resources and attract more zombies to the area.
The ripped old man had already talked to the leader of refugees. The migrants will keep moving further north to the apartment complex and the shopping district, and if possible, to the border of woodlands for easy access to the food supply.
Regardless, settling so close meant there will be competition. Yet, the locals agreed to ensure safe passage when going through their neighborhood.
Cindy was quite surprised at the numbers of survivors. It had been a long time since she saw this many human beings. As for Mindy, she recognized both the leader and the old man. Both were quite well known among survivors in the early years of the apocalypse, especially the former.
The leader of the refugees was a young man that was known to have a sharp eye for things. He was still well and alive in her original timeline and led a trade colony north of the city that later integrated into another faction. If it weren't for Leo this time around, she and her mother would have joined the colony when they arrived north.
Yet, a familiar figure amongst the migrants had them pause both Cindy and Mindy's thoughts. It was Mindy's father, Cindy's husband. The man had a woman clung onto his arm. Her figure was ripe and was even better than Cindy before she had awakened.
Mindy took a glance at her mother, the look on Cindy's face was perplexed.
"Mindy, lets head back. Seems like it is going to rain again."
The obedient daughter nodded without asking anything. Both remained silent until they arrived home and continued on with the rest of the day.
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At the end of the day, Sharon thought of a genius idea to end her ongoing heat. She used her ability to lower her body temperature and even froze her honey pot. This normally would warrant sickness and frostbite to the person; but Sharon felt perfectly fine, in fact she felt even better in the coldness.
Big brain.