LOGINB.R.I.G.H.T. CODADAY 97And then came the stomp of boots. They entered not like guests, but like wolves stepping into a den they already claimed.Adam caught the foul stench just before the metallic drag of chains. One of them was infected. Held on a leash like some diseased hound, jerking and twitching, kept barely at bay. Three people entered.They were dressed in B.R.I.G.H.T. uniforms. Black militarized suits and a mask covering their heads. Adam briefly noticed the word 'CODA' near the B.R.I.G.H.T. patch.One of them, a huge man with full-on mask and armor, forced Adam face down."Who... What do you want?"With his face to the floor, Adam saw the man who was holding the infected on a leash bring it closer to Mark's crib. The creature stretched and tried to reach the baby. And Suzie didn't react at all.The third one among them, a woman, took off her mask and ran a hand through her dark short hair."Your friend Suzie owes us payment for the pills and booze. So we're taking it in f
Without a word, he slid off his mother. She lay there on her back, arms thrown over her head. Her neck, lips, face, and collarbones were still burning from the heat of his kisses."That was your end goal. I see it now." Her massive tits were flushed with red. "You wanted me, didn't you? You knew exactly why you stepped into that shower. You crave all of me, this twisted, childish obsession, this ridiculous love. Crush. But why, Adam, why can't you just understand that I'm your mother? I can't give you what you're asking for, what you think you want. I'm the one who raised you, the woman who shaped you into who you are. I should be your safe place, not... this. I want to be a mother, a normal mother. I want to hold my grandchildren in my arms, spoil them like any grandmother would. I want to meet your future wife, and, huh, I want to hate her like every mother does, but you...""I want you to hold my children too, Mom..." Adam sounded ashamed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked d
"Are we going to... um...""I remember what I promised yesterday." She kept brushing her beautiful red curls. "I hate focusing on my flaws, so we'll make it quick and forget about it."His body fluttered, mirroring the deep rise and fall of her breath."This will be quick. Got it?" There was something bare in the way she was speaking. "It won't be good. I want you to feel disgusted. Okay? Try to... you know.""To feel disgust?"She awkwardly nodded. Matilda set the hairbrush aside, pulled off her sweater, leaving only the clingy T-shirt hugging her body. Then she sat, put the lamp closer and turned it on.Even like this, wearing nothing but a T-shirt, he could see: her tits were bewitching. His mouth was flooded with a sweet-sour taste.He sat down and pulled the blanket over his aching hard-on."You don't have to hide it, you know. It'll pass soon. Just don't move."Adam put the blanket aside. A whole mountain was bulging in his loose, roomy pants.Finally, Matilda grabbed the hem of
"Into that. I mean, I'm afraid of having you with me on the same bed. I'm afraid of your naked body and... It was never like this before. And the things we talk about... We should be talking about the world, movies, normal things. I miss our birthday movie nights, the way we used to laugh together.""Me too.""But now we are talking about what? About you calling me fucking hot. Really?""Don't swear.""Sorry." She whispered and sounded so ashamed of herself. "I hate swearing.""I know.""I'm glad we've worked things out... But just so you know, I get what you're trying to do with all that flattery. Hot. Right. Your father was right, though. I'm an old woman. You can't possibly be into my body... My breasts. You've only ever seen them in bad lighting or through steam. That's probably why you thought they looked good. They are saggy, old. So, let's just..."Fuck you, Dad."No, your breasts are perfect, Mom. And I don't care what Dad said. If you really want to prove me wrong, maybe you
"I'm not crossing anything, Mom." His hand brushed her arm, a feather-light touch. "I'm just calling it like it is. Dad never appreciated how hot you are. The things he said about your body were pure nonsense.""My God, Adam. Can we drop this subject?" Matilda's voice turned to a whisper. "Why is it so hot?"She unbuttoned her shirt. Only now did Adam notice that Matilda had no bra underneath. It wasn't the first time that happened. Since their arrival in Savannah - she often didn't wear bras, and sometimes he could see her hard nipples showing through the clothes. His cock was vibrating in his pants right now.The pinkish hue of her areolas peeked through the thin material. Round spots formed around her soft, a bit hard, nipples."Happy?" Matilda noticed his look and wiped her forehead."You don't want me talking about how good-looking you are, but you don't wear bras...""Because they don't have them! What the hell is wrong with you? I don't know why, but B.R.I.G.H.T. doesn't have a
B.R.I.G.H.T.DAY 96"My husband's name is Abraham Linard. He died 96 days ago. I already gave you the address of our home, lady! If you won't let us out, at least take care of my deceased husband's remains!" Matilda gripped the chair she was sitting on."As I already told you, our Search Bureau is currently occupied and cannot assist you." A Bureau worker was sitting across from Matilda and Adam."I worked in your hospital for weeks. My son and I both have jobs, and still, you can't handle something this basic? Aren't you supposed to be useful? You're useless, do you hear me?! This whole organization is just nonsense.""Ma'am, please calm down.""I am calm!" Matilda snapped, grabbing her jacket and storming out. Adam followed behind.They stepped outside. A sign reading Search Bureau hung above the entrance. Savannah was wet, and filthy, with armed soldier patrols on every step. Military vehicles rumbled past as Matilda and Adam hurried 'home.'"Are we really not working hard enough?







