"Ugh, I gotta... I gotta lay down," Jon groaned as they drove back to their palatial home.
The stone sat in his pocket, but it felt like it was an anchor around his neck, drowning him. True, it was Sarah who'd made the wish that created this nightmarish reality, but it was his negligence that allowed her to get her hands on it! She was just a victim of the stone, and now she was a hulking, simpleminded slave. They might as well have lobotomized her.
"Gosh, you look pale," his wife said, leading them up to their bedroom.
"Sarah," Jon said, looking into his wife's eyes as she laid him down. The much older woman stroked his head tenderly. Sarah Palin was attractive in a way, but she wasn't his best friend. "Does the name 'Karyn' mean anything to you?"
She chuckled. "Oh silly. That's the name of Bristol's baby!" She slapped her forehead. "Oh! How could I forget! Bristol's coming to stay here for the next few weeks. She's almost due, and I want her to be around when she delivers li'l Karyn into the world!"
"Who... Who's the father?"
Sarah shrugged. "No idea, hon. She won't say either." She sighed. "That girl... I swear if she lived anywhere else but here, she'd be on the line with that retarded ogre back at the Ford plant. Anyway, speaking of unwed mothers, I have to go attend a committee to raise the cap on the Condom Tax."
"Condom Tax?"
"Are you feeling all right, sweetheart?" Sarah put her hand to Jon's forehead. "You know we've outlawed abortion and morning-after pills. Condoms still prevent disease, so we can't get rid of'em completely, but we can make'em more expensive. I think you should stay in bed, you seem a bit feverish. I'll be back in time for supper, 'kay? I love you."
Jon just nodded. Being married to Sarah Palin was weird. It was like being married to his own mother (before she became the horrible Margaret Thatcher clone she was now)! He closed his eyes and heard her leave.
***
Jon's eyes fluttered open. There was someone in the room with him. Not only that, but they were under the covers, sucking his cock!
He felt the wonderfully skilled lips and tongue slide up and down his pole, lingering on all his erogenous zones. He heard the lewd sounds of the fellator eagerly at their work and opened his eyes to see a lump in the covers shifting as they sucked im off. Long hair softly brushed against his legs and belly.
He couldn't stand the suspense and pulled off the blanket.
"Wakey wakey, lover."
His eyes nearly popped out of his skull. There, between his legs, was Bristol Palin! She was stroking his saliva-slimed erection with expertise, and her lips glistened with moisture.
"Oh-oh my god," Jon croaked, falling back as the sensations (and situation) overwhelmed him. Bristol giggled.
"Nice to see I haven't lost the touch," she purred and clamped her lips on his shaft once more. Her fingers gently worked his balls as she rolled her tongue over his sensitive cockhead and he could feel long, manicured nails scratching his ballsack. That was too much. He groaned as his prick started to buck in Bristol's hand and spurt thick cum into her mouth. She gulped down every last drop and wiped her mouth.
"Mmm-mmm, nothing like cream fresh from the tap," Bristol tittered. She sat up and Jon saw that not only was she naked, but she was also heavily pregnant! Her belly hung forward like a beach ball, her navel stuck outnearly a full inch, and her big breasts hung to both sides, the nipples dark and inviting. Freckles splashed across the fat teats, and her skin was tanned. She crawled forward, her gravid belly and milky tits dragging over Jon's flesh.
After getting a better look at her, he realized that this reality's Bristol Palin was subtly different. She had tattoos here and there: a thorny blood-dripping rose curled around her bicep with a chain of ribbons circling below it. Her other arm had an abstract half-sleeve crawling up over her shoulder, and he could guess the she had tramp stamps on her back AND front.
Her face wasn't as friendly as his home reality's Bristol either. That girl had a sort of dull-but-sweet aspect. THIS Bristol was keen-eyed and cunning, as if she connived and schemed, her mind constantly burning with ambition and scorn.
Her face was made-up, making her eyes dark and sultry and her lips curled in a cruel smile. She also seemed a bit pudgier than he expected.
Bristol kissed him full on the lips and Jon could taste himself on her as she forced her tongue into his mouth. She giggled as he squirmed in discomfort.
"What's the matter, big boy," the girl purred. "Don'tcha like the taste? I do."
"B-bristol?" Jon gulped. "What are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious, baby?" She sat up on his chest, pinning him to the bed. Her belly rose like the horizon in his vision. "I thought I'd just having a little fun and say hello... I just know mom's going to ship me back to Alaska after our baby's born."
Jon's face drained of colour and Bristol sneered at him. "Oh relax, Jon. I'm not gonna tell! We'd both be in trouble and I'd never get to ride you like a buckin' bronco." She reached behind herself and tugged on his dick for emphasis. It started to harden in her hand and she let out a chuckle.
"You can't resist me even when I'm about to pop," she grinned and scooted back until she could ease his erection into her. She settled on his hard-on with a quiet moan and started to rock her body. "I like that about you, Jon... No matter what, you're always hard for me."
Jon couldn't deny his attraction to this sensual, plump creature. She was rotten to the core but she knew how to inflame his lust. She had him trapped, like a fly in a spider's web. Bristol arched her back, running her hands through her hair as she rode him.
"Ow," she grunted, and rummaged under her leg. The wishing stone! She had it in her hands! "What's this?"
"I, uh... that-that's..."
"Jesus, Jon, spit it out!" Bristol spat. "Christ, I wish you had some backbone..."
