A/N: After all the positive reviews this had received, I thought I'd reward your dirty minds by tossing in another chapter. I'm glad to see that the lemons are receiving some love (or lust, for some). Any lemon-haters, as always, don't like-don't read. For the fans, as always, I say - Read & Enjoy, don't shy those dirty thoughts from the reviews and of course - Happy wanking ;)

Rita sat at the bed of her only son, watching intently with forlorn thoughts. The night when Lincoln had started to take the sleeping medication had left a lingering effect. Especially on Lori, who was still pretty scarred and shaken up. A day or two following, Rita managed to get a counseling friend of hers to talk to Lori. The mending process was currently still on course. But after that, she swore she'd be the one to keep watch on Lincoln's sleeping progress.

In front of her, she'd watch as Lincoln would toss and turn in his sleep. But any sleep-walking movements of his would be to no avail, as his right hand was restricted to the bed post via handcuff. Rita didn't want to question where Lori got the handcuffs almost in the same sense that she couldn't argue with why on the notion.

'I don't plan on getting touched by Lincoln on roofies, ever again!' She could recall Lori's crudely put words.

Though Lincoln was restrained from rising at the wrist, his legs were still free and attempting to travel. Still tossing and turning, the slumbering Lincoln would kick the blanket off of himself. Thus providing Rita a sight she wasn't prepared for, all that lied underneath.

Lincoln's sleeping form was wearing nothing but his red briefs. After the past incident, Rita told Lincoln the following morning to start wearing clothes to bed. Guess this was his poor attempt of sliding by. Bad enough that he's only one article of clothing away from being nude once more. But once again, he slept with a raging stiff member, which was currently staining his briefs with pre-cum.

'Jesus Christ.' Rita mentally griped, 'I just cleaned those things this morning!'

As Lincoln slept and defied Rita prior attempt at laundry, Rita watched his form intently. In the same pattern as his chest would heave with his breathing, his hips would mimic via thrusting. No doubt the action he'd be enacting within some wet dream of his. If anything like that last time, may involve Ronnie Anne.

'If Ronnie Anne's the source behind these thoughts of his' Rita thought, 'Then she can come down to watch you and do your underwear laundry.'

On second thought, that didn't good in the long run. Rita tossed that notion aside.

As she watched his mindless body continue the gyration of his pelvis, which made her somewhat grateful that precautions were taken to keep from traveling and any more groping/assault. She recalled on how the other day she tried to discuss the side effects of this medicine with Lisa. Hiding the explicit details, she told Lisa that Lincoln was simply trying to hump his possessions in his sleep. Although knowing how smart her daughter is, Rita doubts that she believed the lie. Lisa simply explained that sleep walking should be the only actual side effect. Anything extra he does in suit, sources from his subconscious.

'So what?' Rita contemplated, 'Am I suppose to make sure my son doesn't go to bed horny every night?'

And on that thought, one could say that a light bulb of an idea had flickered over Rita's head. Her eyes narrowed at her son, specifically his erect package. Then darted her gaze at his restrained wrist, watching it struggle against the metallic confines with each movement. Turning her head, she glanced at the door to Lincoln's room which remained close. And finally looking back at her son, she came to her conclusion.

'I don't want to restrain him every time.' Rita griped the waistband to Lincoln's briefs, slowly pulling them down to his knees. Upon such, his member sprang free and his balls dropped to the sheets. 'But I don't want my daughters at risk, ever again.'

She slowly wrapped her fingers around his member, gently stroking it in an up and down motion. This unearthed a groan from Lincoln, who remained unconscious yet enjoying it. Evident as his hips began to move with her motions.

'I'm doing this for everyone's sake.' Rita justified her actions.

With her thumb, she rubbed in the existing pre-cum at the tip of his dick. Which was an abundance, to say the least. Rubbing it in a circular motion, she aimed to lubricate her son's cock and make this easier.

"Jesus." Rita whispered to herself as she took in the growth of her son's cock. His length and width, long and thick. Certainly grown over the years, long since his baby days. "Hard to believe this use to be the baby dick I potty trained once."

The lubrication of pre-cum started to become much smoother and slicker, getting more of a delighted groan from her sleeping son. His hips moving fast, silently demanding more of a tempo from the one stroking him. His mother silently complied, picking up on the speed, even throwing in an extra hand to fondle his testes.

She took in the notice of growth on those, too. Much bigger, full and heavy with preparing cum. They actually carried some weight, too. They weren't her little baby's "little acorns", anymore. Now, they were her young man's balls. "Can't believe my little baby grew this fast."

She carried on with the stroking and ball-fondling for a decent few minutes, yet nothing seem to be happening. Much like last time, it seems that Lincoln is a little more long lasting than she expected.

"Well, Lynn. He may have my dad's looks, but he may have inherited your ways in the sack." Rita murmured to herself, trying to refrain from thoughts about her husband in a situation like this.

What was she to do? The whole plan was to make him get off before things could get worse, but he doesn't seem to be getting off anytime soon.

"Is jerking him off not gonna cut it?" Rita questioned her techniques. Then it clicked in her head. She lowered her head, lips making contact with the tip of his cock. Evolving from a hand-job to a blow-job.

She bobbed her head, her saliva leaking and mixing with the pre-cum prior. His member sliding in and out so smoothly, the pulsing veins of it twitching against her tongue. Her tongue tasting the salty flavor of her son's semen. His balls pressed against her chin, giving her a feel of them closing in. And in the same spirit as that, she could swear she could feel his erection outgrowing her mouth.

'God praise my mouth' She complimented herself, 'Years of practice coming off in seconds'

A compliment that wasn't just self-boasting. Such skill was a reality as her son's seed came flooding in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed as she refused to swallow. It'd be one line that she won't be crossing. Cheeks puffed, her tongue curved as she tried to keep the cum from escaping her mouth. She had nothing to clean it up with and she'd rather not explain the gagged up cum to Lincoln if he awakened.

Slipping his cock from her mouth, she's left holding her breath and partially guzzling his jizz. His cock was stained with her slobber and his own juices, such dripping off the tip as his erection slowly began to simmer down. Twitching as the blood began leaving from it. Within the minute, his flaccid dick was now at rest. Staining the bed sheets in same manner as his briefs were prior.

Reaching her limit, Rita gagged the semen from her mouth. Pulling the collar of her shirt, the semen oozed from her mouth like a milky white waterfall, splashing against her cleavage below. She breathed heavily as oxygen filled her lungs, similar to how Lincoln had just filled her mouth. Difference being the former was more necessary than the other for her. Oxygen returning, brain relieving throughout her other senses.

She felt relieved as she saw her son's now flaccid manhood. She no longer had to be concerned with her son's horny subconscious for the night. And hopefully tomorrow night. She had reached her goal. The thing that now captured her attention was her chest. Her breast and bra, both stained and bathed in her son's seed. She swiftly fixed Lincoln up with his returned briefs before standing up. Prepared to leave for a necessary shower.

At the doorway, she glanced at her sleeping son. Slumbering away, calm and at peace. No sex-driven sleep walking any further. No manic Lincoln up throughout the hours of the night. Just her son, sleeping in peace.

"It was worth it." She whispered to herself, before leaving the room.

Alone in the room, Lincoln sleeping like a log. A log who has no way of noticing the tiny, blinking red light within the light fixture above him. Completely unaware of the camera secretly installed within his close quarters...

(Meanwhile, Luan/Luna's room...)

Luan's form was quite the opposite of brother's; Awaken, aware and showing off all the side effects of what she had been doing. The constant masturbation and orgasms she had endured after viewing the acquired footage...it left her in quite a state. Panting, blushing crimson as she laid in her own juices. Around round five, she had to take off all her clothes and pile them up in a corner of her bunk. For if she had continued with clothing on, her white shirt and bright skirt would be heavily stained. Leaving behind evidence that she'd rather keep secret.

By round eight, she was completely out of breath and energy. Her quivering pussy most likely out of any more juice to squirt for any more orgasms.

"That's all, folks." She quipped to herself, "Definitely saving that one to the stash."

Upon that note, she noticed the hand thrust upward and griping the rail of her bunk. If her heart wasn't already sped up from the frequent arousal, it was now sped by the sudden intrusion. The hand held the rail as it lifted the person that it belonged to...Luna.

"One, I ain't asleep down here." Luna said, "And two, a stash? You mean that stash that you're going to share with me, right this second?"

Luan didn't say anything. She just laid there, all wide eye and jaw agape. This wasn't expected...

The End...Cliffhanger!