A few hours later, during the early morning just recently dawn breaking,
Paul woke up in the embrace of his sisters and the warmth of his mother's body on top of him, while his cock was still inside her pussy that unconsciously contracted rhythmically every now and then around his cock, catering him to release more of his cum inside her waiting pussy while in the process making her son enjoy more of her warm and moist place.
Paul enjoyed his mother's pussy while also playing with her ass for quite a while, making his mother also wake up at his sudden touch, feeling his hard cock inside her pussy making her moan in his neck. "Ahn... son, you are still so hard... your cock is a beast that always wants to ravage mommy's pussy."
"Yes Mom, my cock is just right at his home, where it belongs. Fucking his perfect pussy sheath designed for it." Paul says as he moves his mother's body on his cock as he grabs her ass and makes her go up and down with his hands.
"Aaaahnnmmm. Sonnnn... my loveee." Madison moaned loudly enjoying how he fucked her making her move her hips on him. "You are the best son a mother could ask. I love you, Paul."
"Good mother. My beautiful mother, move that ass faster. Quickly Mom." Paul urged his mother to move her bountiful ass faster as she rides his cock with her dripping pussy.
Seeing her tits going up and down, bouncing freely on his face. He cupped one in his hand hard and then the other as he played with them then he made her arch into his chest as she kept moving her hips on him. As she was near his face he put a nipple in his mouth and sucked like a baby, delighting on his mother's tits. It was a beautiful white breast perfect with a fun size enticing a man to play with them.
Not long after, Madison's orgasm came, contracting her pussy crazily around his dick, milking him for his cum. Which the lewd pussy of his mother got rewarded. Paul started cumming inside her, filling her completely to the brink, replacing the possible gaps left from his cum that leaked out during their sleep, recharging her lewd hole with fresh cum just milked from the source.
"Good pussy Mom, I love it." Paul sighs relaxed and relishing in the feeling. Madison's legs were trembling from her orgasm and her son filling her pussy, loving every drop of it inside her, how it gives her warmth and fills her pleasantly.
Alicia and Claire also woke up and took turns having their brother cock too along with their mother to get filled again. Sharing his cock between them in a family girls' party worshipping their man.
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Paul exited the bathroom on his way to the cockpit, leaving Andrea and Amy inside cleaning themselves after he had cum inside them in a light early morning exercise with the pair of sisters after fucking his family girls.
His mother was already listening to what Strand and Daniel were saying, with his cum still inside her pussy. Paul embraced her around the waist from behind, resting his cock on her ass. She pushed back against his touch and his head rested on her shoulders as he listened.
"Alright, let me tell you what I got out of him. He goes by 'Reed' and has a brother named 'Connor' who leads this pirate crew that boards ships." Daniel began narrating what he learned from torturing the man.
"They have a large dry-docked vessel. They use its radar to identify other ships they could plunder and potentially seize for their own use. They deemed us worthy of raiding. They detect vessels and assign a code to those that emit a strong enough signal, indicating a ship sizeable enough to investigate further. Then, they attempt to make contact to gather information and assess whether the target is worth their effort. Once aboard, they take control of the ship and execute the crew."
"They must have detected us nearby based on the designation they previously assigned. This prompted them to try to take our ship using their trick, which had worked many times before. The yacht's size and luxurious features made it an appealing target for them."
"Their group consists of a dozen men and five ships, likely fishing vessels. He revealed that his brother would suspect something was wrong if he didn't contact him before daybreak and would assess what to do next. However, he was fairly certain he would come with the entire crew to search for him, not only because he was his brother but also because this particular ship looked like a valuable prize to them due to its capabilities for long open-sea voyages."
"Damn," Madison cursed as she rested on his son's arms.
"The guy is bleeding out; it seems the bullet did more damage than expected. Liza did everything she could but didn't know how long he would last," Daniel comments on the condition of the prisoner.
"Good, we don't need him anymore," Paul says, smiling and not caring at all about it. He will feed the fish in a while.
Madison was resting comfortably on her son's body, not bothered by the prisoner's fate. Her man would see fit what to do with him.
"We would need to face these people. We have to wait until Nick comes back," Strand says that they can't move from their current position.
"How dare you send Nick on your errands," Madison says angrily to Strand at the mention of Nick. She was informed about it only because Paul told her. She deserved to know.
"Pardon?" Strand says, taken aback by her sudden outburst.
"You let him go in a dangerous venture where he could die," Madison continues angrily, lashing out at Strand.
"Your son offered his assistance," Strand says matter-of-factly. However, he doesn't told him to do an impossible suicide mission, given they had the information and capacities at the moment to complete it.
"Alone? In the dark?" Madison argues back angrily.
"Without what Nick is doing now, none of us gets into Baja. And that's what you said you wanted, right?" Strand points out that it was necessary.
"He could die out there," Madison still says, expressing her anxiety and fears for her son's life.
"He knows how to move through this world," Strand says, relaxed and sure of it.
"Yeah, just because he does, doesn't mean he should," Madison angrily snaps back.
"I saw your son's potential within five minutes of meeting him and he was in withdrawal. You've hovered over him for 19 years and you still don't know what he's capable of," Strand says to her, but also looks to Paul as if telling her that she's doing the same with him.
"You don't know what he's capable of when he's...He has that look again," Madison says, bothered about Nick's current growing condition.
"Madison," Strand says, taken aback by her reply, feeling troubled.
"Do not come between me and my son," Madison says as she leaves the reunion with Paul following close behind.
Paul appeases her with sweet words and touches for a while, making her be more relaxed. Then he comes back into the cockpit while she goes with his sisters.
"Who is looking for Reed?" Paul asks as he comes back into the room.
"Chris, he offered his help. He wants to do something," Daniel says.
"Ok, I will check that guy one moment and then go deck to wait for Connor and his people. We should have the AT4 ready to use in case they have a big vessel or we need it," Paul points out their options in the incoming encounter.
"Yes, I will be ready. Don't you worry," Daniel says, having already thought about it.
"Try to alert us when they get close in the radar, Strand," Paul says as he prepares to leave.
"I will do so. Now we are on track again," Strand smiles and sits in the captain's seat.
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Paul saw Chris guarding outside the room where Reed was being held, but Chris didn't look so good, as evidenced by the expressions and emotions on his face.
"Hey, you okay?" Paul asked, in good faith.
"I'm fine," Chris replied, his tone a bit grumpy.
"Want to come upstairs and let someone else guard him? Don't you get bored seeing his stupid face?" Paul asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris's answer, but Chris didn't reply.
"What? What is it?" Paul asked, noticing Chris's expression.
"This son of a bitch was trash-talking. You know my mother stopped his bleeding and he... well, don't say anything pretty," Chris said, his face twisted in disgust.
"Hey, don't let him get under your skin. That bastard is already done. We don't need him anymore. At any moment, he will be disposed of, he is bleeding out. But if you want, you can do it. I wouldn't even blink an eye," Paul smiled, understanding why Chris was so distraught. He was angry because the guy had said things about his mother and woman.
"I don't know about that... I don't want my mother to think badly of me," Chris said honestly.
"Then don't do it. But if you were to do it, she will understand it at some point. Because life will make her forcible understand if not," Paul said, offering a bit of advice.
"Okay," Paul said to Chris, seeing him thinking about it, and went inside.
"Looking for your girl?" Reed mocked, smiling.
"She's my sister," Paul smiled.
"You're doing your sister? Ooh, that's pretty twisted, man."
"Maybe, but I fucking love doing it," Paul smiled and put his finger on the bullet hole, twisting it a little. "And hey, it's not just my sisters, I fuck my mother too."
Reed screamed out loud in a fucking lot of pain.
"I'm waiting for your brother to come. It's a little exciting, you know? At long last, I will get to put to use the toys I brought into this ship, like the anti-tank AT4. Can you imagine how the little fishing boat of your brother would look after receiving an impact like that?" Paul smiled, seeing Reed's face of knowing they had lost everything before they had even started in trying to take this boat.
"Yeah, I know how you feel, despair. That's what those people on the other ships must have felt before your .50 cal machine gun started raining bullets on them all. Don't worry, if they come soon, you will accompany them soon after, and if you go first, well, they will follow soon after you," Paul laughed at that.
Reed knew he was going to die, it was just a matter of time, sooner or later. So, he avoided Paul's chat, knowing he couldn't do anything about him.
Paul, seeing him not talking anymore, lost interest and went outside.
"Be careful of that guy, he knows how to spit bullshit everywhere to get under people's skin. Don't let him," Paul said to Chris and started to go away, but he still heard Reed inciting Chris on his back.
"How you doing out there, sunshine? Remember what we talked about your pretty mom? Maybe she will end up in the bed of that guy too, he doesn't give a shit about anyone," Reed said, instigating Chris.
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Paul stood on the deck as the early morning sea breeze enveloped him. "We're all set here," he said.
Daniel nodded. "Our weapons are loaded; now we just need to wait for Connor's men or Nick to arrive."
"Or both at the same time," Strand chimed in, gripping the MP5 tightly in his hands, ready to defend the Abigail.
Madison looked skeptical. "Is this really the best plan?"
"This will have to do. We don't have many options to choose from," Paul replied. "We armed everyone aboard with everything we had to defend themselves and the yacht, just in case."
Paul chuckled softly, glancing over at Daniel, who held the 'Mamba' until the time came for the AT4 if it were necessary.
His mother used an M4A1 in case any small fishing boats got close enough to defend the yacht, alongside Strand.
"If they come, we'll kick their ass," Claire appeared on deck, gripping the AR-15 alongside Alicia, who carried a shotgun and pistol.
Liza, Chris and the rest, on the other hand, only carried pistols except for Jake and Alex who were taking cover.
"You two will only kick ass if they come close enough, but you'll do it from the cover of the saloon walls," Paul instructed sternly. "I don't want to see any of you roaming on the deck without cover."
He had made his girls drink his blood just in case the worst outcome happened to any of them. Also, having his blood in their bodies would make him feel more relaxed about them during the encounter.
Seeing his lack of manpower, he was seriously considering making an offer to Jake and maybe Alex to give them the gift and become vampires.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Strand burst onto the deck, shouting, "Multiple signals are approaching! Get ready!"
Paul immediately pulled back the charging handle on the Browning M2, ensuring it was ready to fire. In the distance, he saw two mid-sized fishing boats no more than nine meters long, flanked by several smaller vessels not much larger than five meters each.
Paul suddenly started laughing loudly, exclaiming "What the hell?!" He was clearly weirded out about what he saw.
Daniel, Strand, and Madison looked at him strangely from beside him.
"What's the matter?" Madison asked her son about his sudden outburst.
"These guys weren't the ones who chased us at 25 knots before. Look at those shitty ships. They're nothing compared to the Abigail. Sure, I saw one of the mid-sized fishing boats with a .50 cal machine gun, but these boats are impossible to have radar capabilities like the Abigail or move that fast." Paul explained, still laughing as he thought these guys had a big, strong ship.
"I'm thinking that the one following us was a Coast Guard cutter or something like that, implementing Operation Cobalt in the waters, like those patrolling the coast last night." Paul continued explaining his thoughts. "Anyway, let's destroy these boats quickly. They're getting close. This is pretty disappointing."
These small vessels seemed like a joke compared to the massive 40-meter-long Abigail. The opponents had only one .50 caliber machine gun mounted on one of their larger boats to match the Abigail's firepower.
Using the binoculars, Paul looked for the ship carrying the machine gun to target it first. He spotted it being manned by a red-haired bitch. As they rapidly closed in on the target, Paul opened fire with the M2 Browning, taking advantage of its effective long-range and his werewolf powers for better vision and recoil control. He sent a hailstorm of lead tearing into the hull of the distant boat. Each shot was met with a resounding thud as the bullets struck home for him. The impact was immediate and catastrophic; holes appeared in the hull as the bullets ripped through wood and metal alike.
Paul kept firing bursts of bullets non-stop, quickly emptying the ammo belt on that boat. It seemed like he had hit something flammable because it was already releasing a plume of smoke into the air, rapidly losing speed. From the Abigail, they could hear the panicked screams echoing across the water as the people onboard desperately tried to escape the sinking boat.
Meanwhile, Daniel spotted one particularly aggressive-looking little boat at full speed, which seemed determined to close the distance between itself and the Abigail. He wasted no time in squeezing off a shot, hitting the boat squarely amidships and causing it to list heavily to one side. It seemed like a lucky shot because it disabled their engines, leaving them dead in the water and drifting away, effectively taken out of the fight.
While Paul was trying to reload the machine gun, the other little boat seemed to be trying to board them unsuccessfully. Strand and Madison kept them away from the stern while Liza grabbed hold of the boat's wheel and began maneuvering the Abigail away from them, making it more difficult for the pursuers.
But Daniel still kept an eye on the other mid-sized boat that was fast getting closer, not stopping for a second during this time and going on course towards them, like trying to ram directly into the Abigail amidst the chaos. So he raised the AT4 anti-tank weapon to his shoulder and prepared to strike.
He removed all the safety features, carefully aiming the weapon. He squeezed the trigger and launched the projectile towards its target. A brilliant flash of light erupted from the rear of the weapon as it hurtled forward, guided by a series of stabilizing fins. Within seconds, it slammed into the side of the pirate boat with incredible force, causing a massive explosion that sent debris flying high into the air, instantly obliterating the boat.
In the end, the battle was pretty anticlimactic, lasting only a short time. They watched as the remnants still alive drifted slowly out of sight, leaving their companions to their luck. With the immediate threat neutralized, they just needed to wait for Nick to come back while moving a little farther away from the place to avoid a possible incursion from those on the water if someone were still alive and somehow got to board them.
"So, that was it?" Madison said, seeing the fleeing boats in the distance.
"Yeah, it seems so," Paul spoke as he rested against the railing. "It was cool to see the AT4 in action. It obliterated them."
"Now, how long until Nick comes?" Daniel questioned Strand.
"If I could know that answer, I wouldn't be here right now," Strand replied with a look as if asking if he was a fortune teller.
"What do we do with the guy in the deck below? He isn't needed anymore and he will die of the bleeding at any moment," Paul asked them.
"There is a Zodiac coming this way," Madison said, looking far away in the distance.
Strand picked up the binoculars and looked. "It's Nick and Luis. We are leaving when they get aboard."
"Who is this Luis?" Daniel asked, not knowing about him.
"He's our contact to get into Mexico," Strand explained as he went into the bridge.
But suddenly, there was a gunshot inside the yacht that stopped their chat.
"What was that?" Paul said, alert and worried, before running away.
"The girls," Madison said and started running after him to where the rest were, with Strand and Daniel following too.
They descended into the saloon and the girls were fine and alright, sitting around the table resting after the battle. Liza also appeared, descending from the cockpit.
"What happened? Is it over?" Liza asked, seeing them all.
"Yes, it is over," Paul said, embracing his sisters.
"Chris, where is Chris?" Liza asked, not seeing him anywhere.
"He doesn't come into the saloon. He was guarding that Reed guy all the time," Ofelia said to the group.
"We thought he was with you," Andrea said, as she also hugged Paul with Amy.
"No... He was supposed to be here," Liza said before leaving worried to look for him.
"The shot we heard, was, from there," Daniel said after a second of Liza leaving to look for her son.
Strand seeing all good left directly to the stern to wait for Luis and Nick. While the rest of us followed after Liza to see what happened with Chris.
"Chris?" Madison says when they found him in the hallways outside the room where Reed was tied, Liza was having him in her embrace kissing his lips as if trying to calm him.
The group was a little surprised seeing them kiss but not weird about it. They saw it coming already.
"Chris! Hey. What happened?" Madison asked beside them as she checked him to see if he was fine.
Paul saw that he had a pistol gripped in his hand.
"He was talking these things...I couldn't keep hearing his shit," Chris responded, appearing disoriented to everyone.
"It's alright, Chris. It's alright," Liza comforted her son.
"Thank you," Chris rested his head against hers.
"It's over now," Liza said, her expression worrisome.
Meanwhile, Paul and the others entered to see Reed's body.
"Oh my God," Madison gasped, surprised that Chris had killed Reed.
"It seems he was hesitant about killing him; Reed's half-face was blown off, but his brain remained intact," Paul observed while inspecting the body.
"Ugh, I think I'm actually starting to get used to this. It's what we do now... Spill blood, clean it up, spill it again," Ofelia remarked, feeling somewhat disgusted by the entire situation.
"Ofelia," Madison simply patted her back, unsure of what to say in response, as she watched her son carrying out such actions when a situation arose.
"Chris said he was trash-talking?" Ofelia asked, expressing doubt.
"That guy had a knack for talking shit, trying to get under people's skin. A fitting end for him, anyway; he was a killer, so don't feel sorry for him," Paul commented while smiling at Reed's lifeless body. "Well, he's turning at any moment, anyway he was gonna die even if left alone."
"Yes, that's true, but he did it when he didn't need to," Daniel says while observing around.
"We could argue that, but regardless, he was gonna die one way or another," Paul shrugged. He then drew the bayonet from its sheath and drove it into Reed's head, destroying the brain. He cleaned it on the clothes of the body and resheathed it.
'Chris stole my kill, now I have one clown less on my count.' Paul thought inside.
"Chris can't see this," Madison said to them as she covered the body with a bed sheet.
"Alright, let's drop him in the sea to feed the fish," Paul proposed. He wrapped the body in the bed sheet, ensuring Chris didn't witness the body and minimizing the mess of the cleanup. Otherwise, he would have simply grabbed one leg and dragged him overboard.
"Be careful with the pistol, Chris. Make sure the safety is on, and it's better to leave it alone for a while until you calm down," Paul advised as he carried Reed's body out of the room.
Liza, now aware of the gun in Chris's hand, removed it from him.
*Splash* Paul spits at the water after dropping him overboard.
Just in time, Nick comes along with the man supposedly being Luis to a stop beside the Abigail in a black Zodiac.
"What happened?" Nick asks, seeing the body Paul just dropped into the water and the rest of the destroyed boats in the distance.
"We had some uninvited guests while you were away," Paul shrugs and explains.
"This is Luis Flores that Strand sent me to get. He's going to help us get into Mexico," Nick introduces the man to the group.
"I was supposed to get Victor into Mexico," Luis says, glancing around before looking at Victor.
"What now, Strand?" Paul asks, curious but not overly concerned.
Victor remains silent, deferring the question to Luis.
"We're going to have to go through the flotilla," Luis explains, considering his and Victor's current predicament. "But there's a problem here, Victor. You didn't mention the extra company."
"I secured transit for two," Luis emphasizes, highlighting their initial agreement. "I only have money for two."
"Adding thirteen more people is a problem," Luis remarks, his irritation evident.
"Okay, well, Strand must have planned for us," Madison interjects, while Luis is halfway through a crisis.
"Relax," Strand says as he defuses the bomb, amidst the nervous people.
"Okay, do you have money for eleven more? Because I don't." Luis asks, looking at Strand exasperated.
"Everything is a negotiation," Strand replies confidently, as if everything is under control. "I'll get us across."
"You'll get us killed," Luis retorts, grabbing a few cases and retreating into the yacht.
After that, everyone separated to do their things until they arrived at the place of negotiation.
"Nice clothes, brother. You have style in that," Paul compliments Nick, admiring the expensive-looking shirt.
"Yeah, well I needed them after dirtying my clothes," Nick smiles, proud of his feat during the night.
"Don't pull that shit again," Madison snaps at Nick, her anger palpable.
"Strand said it couldn't wait," Nick defends himself, his smugness slightly diminished in the face of his mother's wrath.
"Then Strand should have gone," Madison says, embracing her son and checking for any problems. "Nick, what were you thinking?"
"I don't mind it out there. Honestly," Nick assures her, returning the hug.
"We have enough problems. Please don't add to them," Madison pleads, preoccupied with not wanting Nick to do dangerous things like that again.
"Okay," Nick says, but what he was thinking in his mind was something quite different.
"Don't worry me like that, Nick," Madison says, still worried. "Promise me you won't do anything dangerous like that again."
"I'm sorry," Nick says, feeling a twinge of guilt after seeing his mother's distress. However, he remains silent, not committing to her request.
Madison looks into Nick's eyes, seeking a promise, but he averts his gaze, leaving her plea unanswered.