Today, Paul took the time to train Claire and Alicia on how to use basic tools like a hammer, crowbar, and axe for survival skills, even including long kitchen knives. Although not ideal, he made them practice swinging them at the fence to get accustomed to using them as weapons with the intent of using them to strike a human head, unlike their original purpose.
These tools could be used effectively and found almost everywhere to break the skull of a zombie with little effort when they needed to kill to survive.
He wished he had a zombie tied up for practical live training, as hitting the fence didn't quite compare. "Paul, how much longer do we need to keep this up? I'm tired and covered in sweat," Claire said breathlessly, a hammer in hand.
"We'll keep at this as long as needed," Paul replied, watching as they practiced. "You need to learn to swing that hammer with enough force to break a skull, so keep hitting the fence until it breaks."
While saying that, he suddenly remembered that the walkers' skulls in this TV show universe were fragile as fuck, breaking easily. Maybe with a butter knife, they could penetrate them easily with little effort.
But he didn't want to tempt fate when the time came, even if he saw in some episodes that even a recently turned walker was easily crushed with no effort.
"Alicia, too, don't stop with the axe," Paul said as his gaze shifted to her.
"Brother, you know Mom will be really mad when she sees the broken fence, right?" Alicia said between exhausted swings of the axe with both hands.
"Yeah, but I don't care. It's better for you to learn to use those things and have a better chance at surviving an encounter than to have a pretty fence," Paul retorted.
"Always our caring brother, right, Alicia?" Claire said with a smile as she brought the hammer down on the fence again.
"That's our brother," Alicia agreed, her eyes crinkling with affection despite her exhaustion.
"Tomorrow we'll start training for better grip and more arm strength. You'll need both, and cardio for running away," Paul said to their dismay, as he surveyed their progress, pleased with the dent they'd already created.
"Damn, bro, are you trying to turn us into some kind of muscle women?" Claire laughed.
"I want my old life back. This is exhausting," Alicia groaned dramatically.
"Well, if I had unlimited ammo, I could just teach you to shoot and be done with anything else," Paul mused. "But we don't have that luxury here, so we make do with what we have. Being alive gives you opportunities to rest or do something else later."
"It's like when we started running—the more we train, the longer and faster we can go," Paul explained, coming up behind his sisters and giving their asses a firm squeeze and grope. "And the training comes with extra perks too, just look at these beauties," Paul grinned, admiring their toned and perky asses.
"Hey, stop fooling around! We're trying to swing these things, Paul," Alicia protested, but she wiggled her ass at his groping hand.
"Mhm, listen to Alicia, Paul," Claire agreed, her breathing quickening at his naughty touch.
"Alright, I know, I know," Paul chuckled. "But how can I resist my lovely ladies when I'm just a man constantly wanting to ravish you both?"
"You're just a horny dog," Claire teased with a smirk.
"Hell yeah, but your horny dog," Paul growled, embracing both girls. His hands found their breasts, making them moan into his neck as he kneaded the soft mounds.
Then his hand slipped into their pants, stroking along their slick folds. Paul was delighted at how wet and responsive they were to his touch, always eager for him like this, while giving those seductive moans next to his ear.
The wet heat of their arousal made his cock twitch with need. "Fuck, you're both so wet for me already," he growled.
He crushed his mouth against Claire's in a fierce kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth as he pulled her body flush against his own. His other hand groped and squeezed at Alicia's ass, drawing more whimpers of need from her lips.
"I need you both," Paul growled against Claire's mouth. "I need to be inside you, filling you both with my cum."
"Yes, Paul," Alicia whimpered, pressing her body against his side. "We're yours, brother."
Paul released Claire's lips to claim Alicia's in a searing kiss as well. She tasted of her own sweet arousal, and he couldn't get enough. His fingers continued to stroke and tease at their hot, wet pussies, their slickness coating his digits.
With enough playtime, he took both their hands and pulled them along beside the sun lounger next to the swimming pool as he sat and pushed both girls to their knees in front of him. He quickly removed his clothes, his rigid cock springing free. "Get it nice and wet for me," he ordered huskily.
Claire and Alicia eagerly took turns licking and sucking at his throbbing member, their hot mouths working in tandem to bring him closer to release. Paul tangled his fingers in their hair, guiding their movements as he watched them service him with such wanton pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Paul promised as he felt his balls tightening with the urge to release. With a harsh groan, he came into their waiting mouths, coating their tongues with his hot, sticky cum. "Fuck, that's it, swallow it all down."
The girls obediently swallowed his load before licking and kissing their way up his torso. Claire and Alicia embraced him, pressing their naked bodies against his as they sought out his mouth again.
With a roguish grin, Paul reached down and grasped Claire's hips, hoisting her up to straddle him as he laid back on the sun lounger. The morning sun beat down on their heated skin as he slid his thick length into her waiting pussy with a satisfied groan.
"Alicia, I want you too," Paul growled out, reaching for his sister's hand. She eagerly climbed onto the chair, kneeling next to them as she leaned in to capture Paul's mouth in a hungry kiss.
Paul's hips bucked up into Claire's slick heat as his tongue tangled with Alicia's. The double stimulation sent sparks of pleasure radiating through his body. Claire whimpered and arched her back, her tight walls clenching around him with each deep thrust as her breasts bounced around.
"Rest for a while, baby girls," Paul said after fooling around for a while in their backyard, not caring if someone saw them at that moment. He now thought it was wild. He kissed both and exited the bedroom to go for something to drink, as he was incredibly thirsty.
Just then, he saw his mother going to the garage and then exiting with a large bolt cutter, moving away fast.
Seeing that something was wrong, he quickly went inside to pick up the pistol with a few magazines, having nothing else but his pants, not even shoes. He chased after Madison, hot on her tail.
In the distance, he saw her cut the fence with the bolt cutter after evading a few patrols of soldiers, so he did the same and followed her into the city.
His feet were already cut and bleeding from the rocky path, but he just sucked in air, holding the pain, and still chased after her. But he lost sight of her between the houses, trying to search for her where he last saw her. He found that it led to a main street, but he got more nervous because he was hearing an engine sound in the distance.
There on the main street, he saw her again. She stopped and looked at dead bodies around the place and then hid under a vehicle. Seeing that, Paul knew there was a patrol coming or something because of her reaction, so he took cover too, staying hidden from view but still seeing the street to act fast.
There was a patrol of four soldiers using masks and full gear on foot and a Humvee with a .50 cal machine gun on top passing by, checking the bodies. Luckily, the Humvee turned and went off in another direction, but the four soldiers kept advancing in Madison's direction, looking for turned people among the bodies.
As they were about to pass her, one of them was close to the vehicle where she was hiding underneath because one body was in there. Not seeing anything, he was about to pass when he stopped and turned to check again.
The other three were still advancing, close to his position where he was. He saw that the one with Madison was looking this time from the other side of the vehicle and it seemed he heard something because he was about to ready his weapon.
Seeing that she was about to be in danger, he didn't even think about it and shot one of the three soldiers in the head, alerting the other two.
"Enemy attack!" one was still shocked to see his companion die for a second until he started shouting.
"ENEMY ATTACK!!!" When he was ready to start shooting suppression fire around them because they hadn't spotted him yet, he shot the other on his side, killing him.
The one who was about to find Madison turned the moment he heard the scream and started looking at what was happening. He spotted Paul and started shooting at him while screaming his position to the one left alive. Paul, the moment he started receiving bullets, already shot the last of the three to death.
But the one on higher ground gunned him down where he was covering. The moment he heard the soldier stop shooting, he shot in his direction all of his clip, with a few hitting him on his body. But he was using a bulletproof vest, so it wasn't a kill shot, but it made him panic and move away from the car, trying to retreat in the direction he came from while he kept shooting to where Paul was.
Seeing that he went to one of the bodies and picked up the weapon because it had a telescopic sight, making it easy to shoot him in the head, and that he did. He shot him while he was already far away retreating, but suddenly he felt tired for some reason after he got to see the last one die. Not thinking too much, he went fast to the vehicle where Madison was, while the adrenaline was still kicking.
Unknown to him, he got shot in the abdomen, which is why he was feeling tired because he was bleeding out. But since his first kill, his body also started to change. His eyes flashed a yellow color before going back to normal again, and the bullet hole started to heal fast as the lead was pushed out.
"Mom, it's me, Paul. Get out, we need to leave now," Paul yelled to Madison, while looking around, taking special care in the direction where the Humvees left.
"Paul, what are you doing here?" Madison, distressed, got up faster than blinking her eyes from there and went to see Paul.
"I followed you when I saw you running with a bolt cutter from home, but let's not talk now, we need to go," Paul said while pulling her hand to move.
"Paul, are you hurt? Did you get shot? There is a lot of blood on you, sweetie," Madison was already in tears, almost seeing Paul with lots of blood on his abdomen.
"It's alright, I don't feel anything. Must be the blood of the soldiers when I picked up his gun," Paul said, taking a peek at his abdomen and almost getting cold feet right there, but he didn't feel anything after putting his hand to pressure the wound in case he was bleeding out.
"Let's go. I can hear the Humvee getting closer from all the noise of the shooting," Paul said while moving faster with his mother on the path between the houses where they came from. At least his feet weren't hurting anymore this time.
After they got inside the fence and were secured in a safe place, Madison pulled Paul instead of entering their house into their neighbor Susan and Patrick's house.
Then she took him into the bathroom and started checking his body. After seeing nothing spilling from where the blood was on his abdomen, she took a towel there and wet it, cleaning his abdomen.
Seeing nothing there, not even a scratch, Madison looked at her son with a doubtful face, vaguely not believing Paul's explanation that it was the soldiers' blood when he picked up the gun.
"Take your pants off, baby. Let me check," she demanded, seeing blood through his pants leg.
As she pulled down his pants, she started examining his legs, trying not to look at his big dick that had given her so much pleasure for so long. She saw nothing at all, not even one scratch on his abdomen or any other place. It was almost like the patch of blood on his abdomen or legs had just been splashed on him. Taking a few sniffs at his cock, loving his scent, she moved her lips over it and gave it a kiss before lapping her little tongue over his cock head a few times. Then, she started to suck him for a while as her son groaned and caressed her head, petting her like a pet while she sucked him. Seeing that the time was right, she removed his cock from her mouth, a plop sound leaving her lips.
Then, she looked into his eyes and, instead of commenting on the mysterious lack of a wound, Madison got enraged at her son's reckless actions. "What the hell were you thinking, Paul?" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger and motherly fear. "Those people could have killed you! Did you think at all about what that would have done to me, to our family? Going off half-cocked like that! You're not invincible, Paul!"
Paul sighed and tried to remain calm as she left him with an exploding erection after she sucked him off good but didn't finish the job. He couldn't quite explain to his mom the adrenaline that had rushed through him at that moment, the instinctive need to protect her at any cost. But he did understand her anger, even if it seemed out of place given how smoothly the dangerous situation had actually been handled.
"What if something happened to you there?" Paul started to get angry at his mother too and started to feel like he was talking to a kid now instead of an adult. "We wouldn't be here right now if those soldiers found you alone."
He started to lose patience. "You almost got yourself killed if it wasn't for me, Mom! Open your eyes, goddammit! They were there to kill anyone found outside the safe zone, do you think they were looking to save people? Infected or not?" He raised his voice a little because he saw that Madison was still lost in her own little world and started to feel helpless that he needed to defend his actions so that she could get it through her thick head what he was trying to protect her from, almost feeling like a parent.
Madison clung to him as her pent-up tears spilled freely down her face. The tension and terror of almost losing her son and her almost getting killed came out in great shuddering sobs. Paul hugged her tighter, nuzzling the top of her head as she wept into his chest. "Thank god you're here..." Madison choked out. "Thank god I have you..."
He held her as she cried in his arms. "Shush... it's gonna be okay, Mom. You're safe now," he told her while feeling her back and caressing her as much as he could to feel protected again, she was already shaken up enough.
Eventually, her tears subsided, but she made no move to let him go, almost seeming to melt against his body as he held her. Paul noticed that as her sobs quieted, her breathing had grown shallower.
When Madison calmed down, she noticed her hands on her son's muscular back. She started to squeeze and wander her hands all around. Paul didn't say anything and just kept her close to his body as he pushed his hands under her ass cheeks and started to fondle and knead her butt.
Madison didn't resist at all; instead, she catered to his touch, pushing back her ass into his hand. Paul, seeing her respond so enthusiastically, continued to fondle his own mother. He pinched her butt cheeks and slapped her butt hard, making her moan and her ass redden.
Then he took her in his arms while kissing and moved with her onto the couch in the living room. He quickly removed his mother's clothes and started fucking her roughly, seeing her already wet pussy while kissing and squeezing hard her tits.
Madison moaned uncontrollably as her son took her. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Mom. As always," Paul moaned, thrusting even harder into her. His hands roamed greedily over his mother's voluptuous curves as she lay panting beneath him, her soft breasts spilling over his fingers as he kneaded the sensitive mounds roughly.
"Harder!" Madison moaned wantonly, begging desperately for more pleasure. "Fuck me like never before. I want you to leave me with trembling legs..."
Paul growled in response, his lips trailing hot kisses down the side of her neck as he thrust deeply into her welcoming pussy. Each powerful stroke of his thick shaft had Madison's petite frame writhing with pleasure beneath him.
Paul grunted and fucked her harder.
Madison moaned wildly, breathlessly, digging her nails into his muscular back as he fucked her relentlessly. "Ah~~ Yes, baby~~. Yes~~"
"Fuck, take it," Paul said, looking like a beast fucking his mother. He moved his head down, sucking her nipples as he moved his hips, fucking her. "Take your son's big dick like the slutty mom you are!"
"Yes~~, oh fuck yes baby~~!" Madison cried out shamelessly as she catered to his cock with her little tight pussy, her walls convulsing around his thick cock as a powerful orgasm crashed through her body. Her son's rough words only spurred her on, making her cling to him desperately as she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
Paul felt Madison's release pulsing around his cock and with a few final hard thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt inside her spasming pussy, painting her inner walls with his hot seed. He groaned deeply as he filled her to the brim. "Take it all, Mom. I'm going to breed your slutty pussy."
"Aaah~~ fuck fuck fuuuck! Yes baby~~, yes! Give me a baby! Oooh shit Paul!!~~!" Madison howled brokenly, her vision flashing white as the earth-shaking orgasm slammed through her like a tidal wave, her cunt sucking hard and fast around him, rippling and quaking on his cock as she squirted her release around him with each clenching contraction.
When their mutual climax finally subsided, Paul pulled out of his mother's well-used and dripping pussy, a long strand of his thick semen trailing out of her gaping hole. He sat back on the couch, his still half-hard cock glistening with a combination of their mixed fluids.
Madison immediately knelt between his spread thighs, her green eyes shining with unbridled lust as she drank in the sight of his impressive member. She leaned forward, inhaling deeply and moaning at the intoxicating musk of their mingled scents.
"Mmm, you smell divine," she purred, reaching out to stroke his shaft reverently. "I can still taste your cum in me, Paul. I need more..."
Paul groaned as his mother's soft hand glided up and down his quickly stiffening length. The feel of her delicate fingers caressing him so lovingly was maddening. "Go on then, show me how much you want it again, Mom..."
Madison needed no further encouragement. She leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, swirling it around the swollen head. "Mmm, you taste so good," she moaned against the heated flesh before taking him into her mouth.
Paul let out a hissing breath as the wet heat enveloped him, his fingers threading through his mother's hair. He watched in rapt fascination as she bobbed her head, sucking him deep into her throat. He was happy to have her again kneeling, sucking his cock like a good girl.
Madison kept making naughty sounds, having his dick filling her mouth. The vibrations added to his pleasure. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction as she worked her tongue along the sensitive underside. Her free hand cupped and fondled his heavy balls, squeezing gently.
Paul groaned loudly, his hips flexing to feed more of his cock into his mother's hot, wet mouth. The sight of his thick shaft sliding between her plump lips was so erotic, he could feel his orgasm already building at the base of his spine.
"Fuck, you suck cock so good," he panted, tightening his grip on her hair. "I'm getting close, Mom. You gonna swallow every drop?"
Madison looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with desire. She pulled off his cock with a lewd pop and licked her lips. "Every drop, baby," she promised. "I want to taste you, all of you."
With a throaty groan, Paul thrust forward, burying himself in Madison's eager mouth as his orgasm crashed over him. He spurted thick ropes of hot seed directly down his mother's convulsing throat, holding her head in place as he pumped out every drop.
Madison drank down her son's release greedily, swallowing rapidly as her eyes watered. When Paul finally released her, she licked her lips, savoring the creamy flavor of his semen. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile.
"Such a good mother," Paul breathed, pulling his mother up onto the couch to curl her into his arms. "You were incredible. As slutty as I remembered."
Madison snuggled against his chest, her fingers trailing idly over his chiseled abs. "Mmm, you're not so bad yourself, son."
Paul chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "You'll be my personal cocksucker, Mom."
Madison's eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked up at him. "Oh, I think I like the sound of that. In fact, I'm looking forward to it..."
Paul's cock twitched at her suggestive tone, already stirring back to life at the thought of having his mother's talented mouth at his beck and call. "In that case, I'd better keep you nice and practiced then..."
Madison giggled and captured his lips in a searing kiss, her hands already working on his hardening length. "Mmm, I'll make sure to put in lots of practice time..."
After a while, Paul and Madison returned to the house. In the living room, they found Daniel gazing out the window at Liza conversing with an unfamiliar woman in the front yard.
"Who is she?" Madison inquired with doubt.
"That's the doctor. She wishes to move my wife for better control of her leg. Supposedly the meds worked on her in time but need to be controlled," Daniel replied grimly.
"Well, that's a good thing then," Madison attempted to sound optimistic.
"Tell me what you saw out there," Daniel asked, his voice tense.
"Bodies," Madison said shakily. "Infected ones, but..."
"Go on," Daniel prompted.
"There was a man shot, like the others. But he...he wasn't sick. And there were others like him too."
Daniel paused, lost in thought for a moment before speaking. "When I was young...These men...These men from the government came to our town, and they took some people away. My father was someone of a certain importance in the community, so he went to speak to the captain and asked, 'When will they return?' and the captain told my father, 'Miguel, don't worry! They always come home.'"
"And they did. I was standing in the river, fishing, just a boy, and I found them. All of them. All at once. All around me. In the water. My father told me not to have hatred in my heart."
"He said that men do these things not because of you, they do evil because of fear. And at that moment, I realized my father was a fool for believing there was a difference."
"If it happens, it will happen quickly, and you must be prepared."
"Yes, but what...? If what happens?" Madison asked fearfully and confused.
"I must go with my wife. If I do not return, I ask that you look after Ofelia for me."
"She's an adult, she doesn't need—"
"Please, you will watch over Ofelia for me, won't you?" Daniel pleaded.
"We will, don't worry," Paul assured him.
"Thank you. Keep your son Nick close," Daniel said as he left the room. Paul moved to comfort his mother, embracing her tightly.
"Don't worry, Mom. If something happens, I'll help you deal with it, at whatever cost. I promise," Paul vowed.
"I know you will, it's just...I don't want you to have to do that. It's hard to live with," Madison said, hesitating briefly before kissing him passionately. Paul groped her ass, as he pleased. After a while, both panting and aroused, they separated. Madison caressed her son's face tenderly.
"Good girl, good mother," Paul smirked, fondling her ass possessively. He captured her lips again before pulling away.
"I'll go to our room to rest and freshen up, Mom. Please, don't get into trouble again in the meantime. I don't know what crazy thing I would do if something happened to you or anyone in our family," Paul said, still caressing his mother's breasts.
"I know, go do your thing. Too many adventures for one day for me, and let this guy rest for a bit. I'll be needing more of him," Madison replied reassuringly, running her hand over the bulge in his pants.
"I'm always ready to go inside your little tight pussy, Mom," Paul murmured as he stroked her most intimate area through her clothes, causing her to gasp and suck in her breath.
"I must go or I'll fuck you again right here in the living room," Paul said, kissing her one last time before hastily exiting the room, unable to control his lust for his horny mother any longer.