A/N: Ok, so a heads up here, dear readers. Yes, there is a lemon and some humor in this chapter. But the first bulk of it is a bit of a mood change. So this chapter is a bit of something different. Let me know how you feel about in the reviews. That said - Read, Review, Enjoy! And without further ado, I bring you- Changes in the House !

Things are changing in our house.

Those were repeating over and over in Rita's mind. Even as her husband's naked form was making passionate love to her, those words captured her focus. All the recent changes in their home, flooding her mind. Lynn was a sweetheart, proposing a little late night sex to help get things off her mind. And as passionate as her husband was in bed, it still didn't sponge the prominent things from her mind.

Like Lori moving out.

(Earlier today...)

Lori had repeatedly strutted in and out of the home, carrying a box or two filled with her belonging. Marching towards Bobby's parked car, tossing the boxes in the back seat. The whole time, her siblings were at a lost for words as well as an explanation.

Leni and Lynn (both Jr. and Sr.) would offer to help her with the boxes. But she denied them, saying that she had it.

The twins simply stood, huddled together in fear. They were intimidated by the angry scowl on her face the entire time.

And Lincoln...It appeared as if she refused to look him in the eye, practically. He felt hurt and confused by such.

Hell, even Bobby himself was confused about the whole event. Lori abruptly calling him up one night, insistence on moving in together and without an actual explanation.

Rita remained in the house, starring down at her family from an upper window. Only she knew the answers as to why. And she wished she could fix it all...

(Later on...)

Rita entered Lisa's room. The four year old genius was on her knees, picking up smashed remnants of her belongings. Some were smashed inventions, interrupted experiments, tarnished diplomas and vandalized walls. Oh, the vandalized walls. Her walls were tainted with graffiti, the word "QUACK" spelled out across a bulk of her room. The other, confused siblings were perplexed by the vandalism.

'Did Lisa do something to Lori involving a duck?' the twins asked with blinded innocence.

But Rita knew what Lori was referring to.

Rita softly coughed, alerting to her prodigal daughter to her presence.

Lisa looked up at her mother with a forlorn expression. Frowning, tears slightly building up in her eyes. "I guess she really was upset about the formula failing, huh?"

Rita could feel her heart break. She knew Lisa was smart enough to figure out what was going on. And to see her expressing with emotion, casting blame upon herself...It was tragic for a mother to see.

She didn't what to say. All Rita could do in response was surrender her head, hanging forlorn. Lisa briefly did the same before rising her head back up.

"Tell her that I'll do what I can to fix Lincoln. I swear." Lisa said, determination building in her voice.

Rita didn't say anything. Truly no words could do much in these circumstances. She walked to her daughter, embracing her tightly in a hug. Lisa's body became less stiff in her arms, gently starting to sob against her shoulder.

(The day goes on...)

Rita wasn't kidding when she thought of her husband as a sweetheart and a passionate lover. His motions delivering her pelvis such sweet joy. His arms held her tight, which ought to have made her feel safe and protected. Except she didn't feel that he could make enough love to overcome a mother's heartbreak.

And certainly not helping that his thrusting hips and stiffen member were simply reminding her of the cause behind it all.

She couldn't help it. But every time she looked up at her husband, she winced. Her eyes briefly closed and her imagination not doing her any favors. Her imagination would torture her as it would insert the image of it being Lincoln who was on top of her, pounding her clitoris like there was no tomorrow.

And her senses betray her, as moans start to escape her mouth. Her eyes clenched even tighter.

"You liking this, hun?" Lynn asked her, smirking with a little pride in his skills.

"Don't talk, just keeping going." Rita said wrapping her hands around his backside, pushing him to thrust even harder and faster. "I'm really close!"

Lynn simply beamed with pride and joy. Pride in his performance for his wife, joy in the pleasures that tickled his cock, enticing it closer to his climax himself.

Only if he knew, as far as Rita's concern. Even as she physically groped her man's ass and commanded him to pound her even more, her imagination mentally tortured her. The image of her son, acting as the slumbering, sex driven mongoloid that he has been for the past few nights. It would insert itself, painting over the view of her husband.

'I'm in bed with my husband, who I love.' Rita monologue internally, 'Why is my brain thinking of THAT of all things?'

"Oh yeah!" Her words betray her thoughts, "Just a bit more, I'm about to squirt!"

Lynn complied for his wife, shoving his manhood as deep as he could, slamming his hips against hers as hard as he could. Rita's eyes open as wide as saucers, her mouth in perfect shape of an "O". The moans escaping were louder than before, almost sworn to be heard all over the house.

"OOOOOOH!" Being all that Rita could say at the very moment, as she was busy producing an abundance of fluid below that clashed with her husband's own.

Lynn released a slight moan as he slid his lubricated member out of her. He laid back on the bed, exhausted and panting for air. He nudged his wife in the side,"Let's hope this doesn't give us number 12, huh dear?" He chuckled.

His joke fell flat though, as Rita laid next to him unconscious. Relaxed and snoring away as she was currently depleted of any energy. Lynn sighed, simply doing the husband thing to do and pulled the blanket over the both of them. Let her rest, for she deserves it.

(Meanwhile...)

Luan and Luna were resting in their bunks, yet not asleep. They were both wide awake. How could they not be? The absence of their eldest sister left emotions dancing in their heads. Their ears perking up as they overhear the sounds of their mother moaning and the pounding behind their father's hips. And to top it off, they knew the reason behind it all.

They knew of Lincoln's unconscious fucking. He touched Lori. Which led to Lori's moving out. Which probably led to their mom needing comfort. With a truth like that dancing in their heads, how could they sleep?

Hell, Luna couldn't even bring herself to wear her headphones to drown out the sound with some heavy music. She simply laid back, silently sulking in her thoughts. Or at least, it was meant to be silent. But as her mother's sexual moans died down some, her ears perked up at a different sound. The sounds similar to her mother's moaning, yet filtered and coming from above her.

Luna bolted upwards, climbing up to Luan's bunk in an instance. Sure enough, Luan had her laptop open and providing visuals from their parents' room. Luan's face sweat and blushed crimson as she was watching their parents fuck. Luna couldn't think properly as she witnessed.

"Are you serious?" Luna hissed, "Lori left because of this kinda thing and you're watching our parents get it on?"

Luan looked at Luna, her expression actually appearing serious for once in her life. Frowning and her glaring into Luna's soul. The young rocker actually felt a little unnerved by the look.

"The entire house is sad and bummed out by today." Luan said and pointed at her laptop's screen, "I'm simply trying to watch the one bit of loving going on in this house right now."

Luna crawled into Luan's bed, actually getting what Luan was getting at. And it made some sense to her. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Her heart rate rising, the emotions in her head swimming in a different direction and turning sweet for the moment.

"I see your point." Luna said, "And it is kinda hot."

"No doubt." Luan chuckled, "No wonder Mom rode that cock for 11 tries."

"That's still our Dad's cock, remember?" Luna winced at her sister's words.

"Oh, shut up and watch." Luan rebuked, "Ain't no different than the rest of the stash."

"Good point." Luna continued watching, "Certainly a different kind of stash than my grass."

"Wanna rub one out to this?" Luan suggested, lifting up her skirt.

"Sure, why not." Luna said, lifting up her shirt and exposed her breast and their erected nipples. "I could use a pick me up."

"Damn straight." Luan chuckled as she began rubbing herself.

(Meanwhile in a different room...)

Lincoln laid in his bed asleep. Unlike most of his recent nights, he actually wore a full outfit of his orange pajamas to bed per his mother's request. It was the least he could do for her, after today's little event. Speaking of his mother, a part of Lincoln's mind could swear her voice was reaching his ears, in the form of erotic moans. Oh, the effects they were having on his unconscious body. All the blood flowing from his head to the head between his thighs. While most of the muscles in his upper body have gone limp with rest, one certain muscle was doing quite the opposite.

He stirred in his sleep, his thoughts lingering and having after-effects on his limbs. He remained in the bed, kicking his blanket off of himself. Temperature was starting to get to him, things were getting too hot for him. His hand would move to his waistline, pulling on his pajama bottoms to release some air.

His dreams for some reason, weren't pleasant tonight. He couldn't get Lori's face out of his mind. Her angry expression, constantly turning as if she were trying to avoid looking in his direction. As if she were mad at him for something, he had no clue. Which made him feel bad. His conscience active with unresolved guilt and shame. Shame, that for some reason, made his member twitch.

'Look at you, twerp.' Lori's voice echoed in his mind, 'Feeling guilty and getting a hard-on? Sick!"

The angered voice of his sister intimidated Lincoln, causing him to toss and turn in the real world. He didn't like this kind of dream.

'If this is ruining whatever wet dream you'd be having..GOOD!' The voice screamed at him.

As his mother's moans continued to reach his ears, his mind toyed with the sound. The sound would enter his mind, filtering a tad. The moans would deviate from the voice of his mother's. They would sound higher and younger to him. Almost close to...the voice of Lori. It started to sound more and more like Lori was now moaning in his head. Which out in the real world, was making his erection grow even harder.

'Just think of it.' Lori's voice said, 'Those will be moans you will never be around again.'

Lincoln didn't know why but the words made him feel much more sad and guilty. Like they were directed to something that he had done. But he didn't do anything...right?

'A whole state's distance between you and me.' Said the voice, 'And you will remain far away from a sick fuck like you!'

"AH!" Lincoln exclaimed as he bolted awake, pouncing away from the nightmare to reality. He panted heavily, gasping for air. "What the heck was that?!" He questioned himself, no clue as to why his mind would torture with a nightmare like that.

'Maybe I'm just sad about Lori moving out.' Lincoln calmed himself, such logic being all that his thoughts could conjure.

His body wiggled uncomfortably as he felt moisture below and beneath himself. He lifted the waistband to his bottoms and briefs, knowing the answer. Seeing how he was too old to be wetting the bed. Gazing upon his genitals, he saw quite the mess of white speared against the insides of his briefs. A mess with a shade of white much brighter than the hairs on his head.

"Oh man, not again." Lincoln griped to himself, "That's the most I've ever made!"

The end for now...