


The Hormone

by dellagordo



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2004-07-08
Updated: 2004-07-08
Packaged: 2017-04-29 13:57:35
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-hormone
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=167578&page=submissions
Summary: Science creates a monster that mom must deal with.
Erotica Tags: Column Flesh, Flesh Son, Jonny Cock, Jonny Face, Melody Felt,
Melody Gasped, Melody Smiled, Melody Swallowed, Melody Thought, Roof Womb
Average Rating: 4.69






        The Hormone


**An Oedipus County Tale**  
  
_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. Enjoy._  
  
It was two-thirty in the afternoon on a gorgeous late summer day, and Jonny
Maxwell awkwardly stepped out of his car, shouldered his bookbag and lurched
up the driveway towards his house. The house would be empty for a few more
hours, which meant Jonny would be able to provide himself with some much
needed relief. His mom was Xybochem's top biochemist, and she got that way by
working long hours. Particularly after Jonny's dad died.  
  
He adjusted the lump in his shorts and slipped through the side door,
stumbling through the kitchen and straight to his room. Jonny threw his bag on
the floor and, quickly undressing, threw his clothes beside it. He breathed a
sigh of relief as his cock, no longer confined within boxers and canvas
shorts, stretched out to it's full, prodigious length.  
  
It was nearly as thick and long as his forearm now, and his balls had swollen
almost as big as his fists. They needed regular emptying these days, often as
much as five or six times a day. This would be his third for the day. Once in
the morning before school and once in the boy's bathroom during lunch. On the
drive home after school he had felt his cock stiffening of it's own will and
knew he would have to jettison a load of sperm soon, or risk making a mess.
That had already happened once recently, and Jonny had no interest in
repeating the incident.  
  
Jonny grimaced as he gripped his engorged member and began to stroke, urging
the pent-up cum to spray. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, he
thought.  
  
Jonny had always ever been a slight boy, thin and reedy with a mop of dark
hair and soulful brown eyes. Quiet and reserved, he wasn't part of the popular
crowd. He'd never had a girlfriend. There was his lab partner in biology
though, a curvaceous redhead named Ashley Poole. Beautiful and funny, she made
Jonny simultaneously dread and look forward to science class. There were two
main problems, however. First, Jonny was a complete wallflower. Secondly,
Ashley only ever dated football players.  
  
Which was why the crazy plan was first hatched: Jonny decided to join the
football team. The try-outs were grueling, the physical demands not nearly as
difficult to face as the other player's taunts and jabs. He washed out,
naturally enough. But desperation and teenage hormones breed immense
stupidity, and while visiting his mother at work one afternoon, Jonny decided
to grab some pills from her lab. If nature had cursed him with a frail
physique, Jonny hoped science would remedy the situation.  
  
He thought they were steroids, but he wasn't sure. He started popping them
anyway, and he did experience physical changes. Not quite what he expected,
either. His chest did broaden, he gained some mass, and working out regularly
started to turn that mass into real muscle. It was the side effects that threw
him; his hair darkened and his beard thickened, his voice grew deeper, and his
cock and balls swelled to immense proportions. It was almost as though he was
going through puberty again, and everything that made his freshman year hell
was making the start of his senior year just as nightmarish.  
  
He was constantly hard and his new size made hiding that fact difficult at
best. Even some of the better looking teachers would give him a stiffy,
nevermind the hot teenage girls that swarmed around him every day. He was
starting to get funny looks from girls, but he didn't have the skills to
interpret them. He did hear giggling on occasion. Even Ashley was acting funny
around him, when she wasn't hanging on the arm of her quarterback boyfriend.  
  
Thinking about Ashley while he masturbated was fairly common. He imagined what
it would be like to have her doing this for him, her slim hands wrapped around
his meaty cock beating him off... or better yet, her full lips sucking lightly
on the mushroom head, licking away the slick precum that jetted from the
opening... or her buxom, long legged body writhing beneath him as he pounded
his throbbing cock into her pussy again and again and again...  
  
The door to his room burst open. Jonny's hands froze in midstroke as his heart
skipped a beat. There standing in the doorway was his mother Melody, and she
looked pissed.  
  
Jonny's mother had always been the "hot mom" on the block, even when he was
little. Not much had changed in the intervening years, and even at thirty-
eight Melody was something of a knockout. She was almost as tall as her son,
with shoulder length glossy black hair that she commonly tied back into a
ponytail. Warm brown eyes looked out from behind thick-framed glasses that
emphasized her intelligence. Her nose was a bit too thick and her lips
somewhat thin, but those imperfections balanced her natural beauty. Today she
wore a dark suit with matching skirt and stockings, a sensible and
professional outfit that couldn't quite hide her hourglass shape.  
  
Typically preoccupied with work or some other intellectual pursuit, Melody
rarely had time to spend with her son, and since becoming a teenager he had
become sullen and withdrawn and difficult to talk to. She had made some half-
hearted attempts to connect with him, but a promotion at Xybochem distracted
her. Usually she respected Jonny's space. But not today.  
  
The empty pill bottle in her right hand was clue enough as to the source of
her anger.  
  
"Jonathan Emery Maxwell!" Melody roared. Her son's nudity barely registered on
her as she stormed into the room. She waved the pill bottle in his face. "What
in God's name did you think you were doing?"  
  
"Um... I... that is... uh..." Jonny stammered ineffectually. To make matter's
worse, his engorged cock refused to lose any of its stiffness. Jonny looked
for a blanket or a shirt with which to cover himself, but his mother's voice
cracked like a whip and brought his attention back to her.  
  
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She roared. Melody jabbed a finger in
his bare chest. Jonny flinched. The head of his cock butted up against her
stomach. She didn't appear to notice, luckily. "Stealing from my office and
taking drugs! Is this how your father and I raised you?" She blinked and
trailed off. Looking down, Melody noticed his distended member bobbing between
his legs and bumping against her torso.  
  
"Jesus Christ," she said. "It's worse than I thought." She stepped back from
her son, frowning and biting her lower lip, her eyes glued to his dick. With
visible effort, she tore her eyes away from her son's crotch and looked him in
the eye. "Why?" she said. She was angry, but there were tears forming in her
eyes as well.  
  
"I... I'm an idiot," Jonny said. He sat back on his bed and grabbed a pillow
with which to cover himself. In the face of his mother's fury and
disappointment, his own fears and guilt, he told her the truth. About Ashley,
the football team, the desperate need to make an impression, and how it had
all backfired.  
  
Melody's harsh expression softened a bit. "You're young and allowed a certain
number of mistakes. It looks like you've learned your lesson, too." She
paused. "You have learned your lesson, haven't you?"  
  
Jonny nodded his head emphatically. "No more steroids for me, ever. I can find
better ways to impress girls."  
  
Melody bit her lower lip again and bounced the pill bottle in her hand.
"That's part of the problem, honey. These aren't steroids. They're part of a
fertility experiment Xybochem is conducting."  
  
"A... fertility experiment?"  
  
Melody nodded. "On farm animals."  
  
"On... farm animals?" Jonny groaned and dropped his head into his hands.  
  
"When did you stop taking them?" Melody asked.  
  
"About a week ago," Jonny said into his hands. "The changes started before
then, but I was dumb enough to think... I don't know what I was thinking."  
  
Melody sighed and sat down on the bed beside her son. She put a hand at the
base of his neck and slowly massaged the bunched muscles there. "I don't think
you took them long enough to cause irreparable damage. I may even be able to
reverse some of the changes, but I'll need a blood sample." She sighed. "And
I'll need to keep it secret from my boss so I don't lose my job."  
  
"Oh crap," Jonny said, looking up.  
  
"Relax," Melody told him. "I'll figure something out. You know you're
grounded, right?"  
  
"Yeah," Jonny said. "I kind of figured."  
  
"Six weeks to start. No television or computer privileges, either."  
  
"Mom!"  
  
"Are you going to argue with me?"  
  
Jonny thought a moment. "No, I guess not." A sudden, stabbing pain in his
balls caused him to wince.  
  
"What is it?" Melody asked with concern.  
  
Jonny frowned, turning red. "Well, I have to... um, that is... "  
  
"Oh," Melody said. It was her turn to blush. "That's one of the side effects.
We've only started the testing stage, but the engorged genitalia and increased
semen production has been prevalent in the rats we've been using. We haven't
graduated to the larger animals the formula is designed for, and they were
never designed for human trials." She looked down, noticed the wet spot on the
front of her jacket where her son's cock had nudged against her. She touched
it with a fingertip, then looked at Jonny. "Maybe I should take a look at it."  
  
"At... at... at..." Jonny stuttered.  
  
"At your penis, yes," Melody finished for him. "I have seen it before.
Recently, in fact."  
  
"Yeah, but, I mean, you're my mom," Jonny stammered.  
  
"I'm also a scientist," Melody said. "And unless you'd prefer a trip to the
emergency room, I'm the only doctor qualified to examine it."  
  
Jonny opened his mouth, shut it, then slowly nodded. With a grimace, he
removed the pillow from his lap. His cock leapt up and slapped against his
abdomen. A trail of precum oozed from the head and dripped onto the bedsheet
between his legs.  
  
"Oh my," Melody breathed. He was a good twelve inches, thick and sturdy with a
beautiful purple head and a fluff of ginger hair at the base. He was slick
with a sheen of precum, and the juice was pooling in the hole, overflowing and
dripping down his length. She reached out a tentative hand and grazed the
flesh of her son's cock with her fingertips. He winced, and she finally
noticed the swelling of his testes. She cupped his ballsack gently, noting the
enlarged size and shape.  
  
Jonny bit his lip as his mother touched his throbbing cock. This was the first
time anyone besides himself had ever done so, and despite the fact that it was
his own mother doing it, he couldn't help feeling intense pleasure as her slim
fingers gently stroked his flesh and cupped his nuts.  
  
Melody was suddenly aware of her nipples hardening and wetness between her
thighs. Her brain might recognize this magnificent cock as her son's, but her
body was obviously having different thoughts. Her body was also reminding her
that it had been a long time since she last had a man, and that the dildo she
kept hidden in the bottom drawer of her nightstand was not only a poor
substitute for the real thing, but a pathetic imitation of the amazing trunk
of flesh between Jonny's legs. She shifted on Jonny's bed, rubbing her thighs
together.  
  
Melody gripped Jonny's cock at the base with her right hand and tentatively
touched the spongy head with her left index finger. She traced around the
plum-sized helmet and then pressed the pad of her finger against the hole,
coating her fingertip with his precum. She pulled her finger away, but a
sticky trail of juice connected them still for a moment. Almost in a trance,
Melody brought her finger to her lips and slipped it into her mouth. Jonny's
precum was buttery and sweet and unlike anything else she had ever tasted.  
  
She came back to herself momentarily, and saw Jonny looking at her with a
strange expression, halfway between shock and lust. Melody realized her
expression must have mirrored his. Her grip on his cock tightened.  
  
"Jonny," she said, "I'm going to suggest a radical idea. Rather than let you
take care of this yourself, I'd like to help alleviate your suffering." Her
tongue felt thick in her mouth for some reason, though her mouth was watering.  
  
Jonny swallowed. His mother was looking at him funny, in a way he couldn't
understand. But his balls hurt and her hand felt wonderful on his cock and he
found himself wondering if she could make him feel even better. At the
thought, his huge cock bucked and throbbed in her hand, squirting a dollop of
precum from his cockhead. The juice splattered on the back of his mother's
hand. Her hand flew away, and for a heartbeat Jonny thought the magical moment
had passed, but Melody only brought the hand to her mouth and licked the
precum away.  
  
Jonny's mouth was dry and he felt lightheaded. "Okay," he said weakly.  
  
That was all the encouragement Melody needed. Without hesitation she dropped
her head and lashed at the mushroom cap of Jonny's cock, licking up that
marvelously tasting precum that flowed from him like a river. She licked and
kissed and nuzzled his cockhead with abandon, reveling in the sweet taste of
his juice and his sheer throbbing maleness. Melody opened her mouth wide and
tried to fit the entire cockhead in her mouth. She managed, just barely,
stretching her jaw to the utmost. For a moment she let him sit there while she
lapped up the precum squirting from his cock and swallowed it as quickly as
she could.  
  
Her nipples itched against her brassiere, aching to be freed and teased and
sucked. Her pussy gushed with her own precoital fluids, and she felt her
panties growing wetter and wetter. She resisted the urge to jam her hand down
her skirt and shove her fingers as deep as they could go.  
  
This was getting out of hand, a quiet voice at the back of her mind observed.
She had come home in a paternal rage, ready to rip her son a new one, and now
she was sucking him off and trying not to imagine what it would feel like to
have him inside her.  
  
At that thought, her pussy contracted and she felt the rumblings of a mini-
orgasm shake her lush frame. She had to release Jonny's cock to avoid choking.
Gasping and shuddering, she held him away from her lips for a moment and then
kissed him again.  
  
"Mom," Jonny gasped, "I'm going to... to..."  
  
Oh Jesus, Melody thought. If his precum tastes that amazing, what would his
jism taste like? "Yes, Jonny. Cum for mommy!"  
  
She began to stroke his exposed length, firm and vigorous and once more wedged
his cockhead in her mouth. Saliva and precum mixed and dripped from her lips,
trailing down his cock and slickening her grip on him. Melody felt Jonny's
cock throb under her hand. The cockhead swelled in her mouth. She braced
herself for the flood.  
  
A wad of cum sprayed across her tongue and down her throat, almost choking
her, but Melody swallowed quickly, even as another wad caused her cheeks to
bulge. She fought to swallow, but the volume was simply too much and she
couldn't handle it all. With a shuddering cough she released him. His cock
bobbed in front of her face and continued to spit its precious load,
splattering her lips and chin. Melody swallowed the load in her mouth, as
sweet tasting a confection as she'd ever ingested, and swept her tongue across
her lips to taste more.  
  
Jonny's mighty cock continued to spasm. Arcs of pearly white cum sprayed all
over Melody's chest, soaking her suit jacket and blouse. The fabric stuck to
her skin as the gelid semen painted her. With a lusty moan, Melody brought her
lips to her son's cock once more and let him spray her tongue with his seed.
Another mini-orgasm shivered through her as she slurped up Jonny's sperm.
While her mouth and throat worked, another tremendous load splattered against
her chin and lips. She felt it begin to drip, hanging like a white curtain.
She scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to herself, licking her
fingertips. Her other hand aimed Jonny's cock away from her face once more,
and wash after wash stained her upper body.  
  
She'd never be able to wear this particular suit again, she thought. Still
Jonny came, a never ending torrent of pearly spunk, a flood of viscous semen,
each wad ejected with as much strength and power as the last. She felt each
jet as it splattered against her, warm and wet and heavy. It soaked through
her jacket and burned into her flesh. She thought he would never stop, and she
didn't want him to. Yet the flow eventually subsided. Jonny collapsed backward
onto the bed, gasping for breath, his face and chest slick with a sheen of
sweat.  
  
Melody scooped up his cum where it puddled on her clothes and fed it to
herself, licking finger and smacking her lips as she did. She couldn't get
enough of the sweet spunk. Whatever biochemical changes the drug had forced
upon Jonny, they were sublime and far-reaching and apparently focused on his
reproductive equipment. A cock like that with sperm like that was a dangerous
and powerful thing. Obviously, if it was enough to make a mother suck off and
then fuck her son.  
  
She didn't actually decide to fuck Jonny. It was simply a foregone conclusion.
She silently thanked the foresight that had made her tie her tubes shortly
after Jonny was born. There was no way she'd get out of this encounter without
a pregnancy otherwise. She needed to feel that weapon firing deep inside her,
and she wasn't going to leave the room until she did.  
  
It was still hard, Melody noted. Even after an explosion like that, Jonny's
proud cock stood straight and tall, dripping with juices. So amazing and
gorgeous. Melody smiled slowly.  
  
Jonny sucked in big lungfuls of air through his mouth and tried to make sense
of strange turn his life had taken in the last fifteen minutes. He had just
had the most amazing orgasm of his life, had just felt the most intensely
pleasurable sensation he had ever felt, and it was his own mother who made him
feel it. Ashley Poole's face was already fading from his mind, being replaced
by Melody Maxwell's cumstained visage. He risked a glance at his mother, his
heart pounding.  
  
She was smiling at him, her lips covered in a layer of his jism. A few ropes
had fallen across her nose and forehead and covered the left lense of her
glasses, but the visible eye was watching him with something between humor and
lust. His mother removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand by his
bed.  
  
"I notice you still have an erection," she said. She licked cum from her lips.
"Do your testicles still hurt?"  
  
"Not... not really," Jonny admitted, staring dumbly at her.  
  
His mother unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders. "Are you
absolutely certain?" she asked. The top of her blouse was soaked through with
his ejaculate and stuck to her skin. Jonny could actually make out portions of
her bra through the shirt. He wondered what she was up to now. Then she began
to unbutton the blouse, and a slow realization came upon him.  
  
"Um, yeah, jeez, Mom, my balls sure do hurt. Ouch."  
  
Melody smiled. "Well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't look after my
son?"  
  
The blouse fell to the floor, a sodden mass. Melody's heavy tits shimmied in
her black bra, showing off their pale upper slopes and a generous cleavage.
Melody reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then she wiggled out of it,
causing her breasts to jiggle and jump in confinement.  
  
Jonny felt suddenly lightheaded, and his cock throbbed hungrily, slapping
against his belly. For a moment, Melody stood before her son in nothing but
bra and panties, her lush frame exposed to his avid gaze. His mother was never
particularly modest, nor terrifically exhibitive, and Jonny had long known his
mother was a beautiful and well built woman. But he had never been interested
in that fact. Until now.  
  
Her tits strained against the confines of her bra, cantilevering sharply over
a smooth, flat stomach. She wore a pair of dark panties stretched taut against
her hips and pulling sharply up against her pussy, allowing the outline of her
nether lips to be seen. Moisture soaked the front of her crotch, making the
fabric almost diaphanous. Enough, at least, for Jonny to realize that his
mother kept her pubic area clean of hair.  

His heavy cock wept precum, clear and viscid liquid that dripped from the plum
sized head, down the raging shaft and into his lap. Unconsciously, Jonny
gripped the base of his dick and began to slowly stroke himself.  
  
Melody scraped cooling jism off her forehead and fed it into her mouth. "Don't
do that," she said in a motherly tone, smacking her lips. "That's my job,
son." Jonny nodded dumbly and released his dick. Melody smiled. "Good boy. Do
you want to see mommy's titties?"  
  
Jonny nodded. Grinning salaciously, Melody reached behind her and unlatched
her bra. She shrugged the straps down her shoulders and caught the bra cups in
her hands. The look of open admiration mixed with lust on her son's face
caused a strange flutter within Melody's body. She didn't quite recognize the
feeling, but it made her limbs elastic. Her nipples begged to be touched, and
her pussy flooded her panties with juice again. Even with her late husband,
even as a teenager with hormones raging and common sense dulled, Melody had
never before been so utterly cock-struck. Was it her son's new physiology, or
the simple fact that the magnificent cock belonged to her own flesh and blood?
Was it the meat, or the taboo nature of the situation?  
  
Who cares? she thought with uncharacteristic fatalism. She let the bra drop.
Jonny's eyes grew as big as saucers. Melody felt her heavy tits bob on her
chest as, freed from the confines of the bra, gravity took over. Not that
gravity had yet done a number on her; even suckling Jonny as a baby had barely
affected the firmness of her prodigious bust. At age twenty, Melody had worn a
34D. After her son's birth, she had swelled to a 34DDD, in part she had always
thought, because Jonny was such a hungry baby. She wanted to feel those lips
upon her again.  
  
Melody pulled the tie out of her hair, releasing what was left of her ponytail
after the blowjob. She shook her glossy black mane out and stepped over to her
son. She folded into him, climbing into his lap and pressing her burning,
panty-clad pussy against his rampant cock. He was so large that his weeping
cockhead butted up against her ribcage, nearly brushing against her swinging
breasts. Melody wrapped her arms around Jonny and pulled his willing head into
her bosom. Jonny groaned. His large hands found her waist and steadied her on
his lap as he instinctively began to kiss and lick her breasts.  
  
"That's it, baby," Melody urged, breathless. "Your lips feel so good on me.
Suck mommy's tits, Jonny." He pressed his face between her breasts, rubbing
his nose and cheeks and lips against her flesh. "My Jonny." His lips fastened
on her right nipple and she felt a delicious tug that sent a dart of pleasure
straight to her very core. "My baby." His hands cupped and kneaded her heavy
jugs, digging into her plush flesh with lustful urgency. "My son."  
  
Melody arched her back, thrusting her tits into Jonny's face and her gushing
pussy against the base of his throbbing cock. Through her panties, she felt
her lips nip at the hard column of flesh between them. Jonny thrust his hips
against her, and his heavy dick sawed along her belly, leaving trails of
precum across her stomach. Suddenly Jonny shifted, surprising Melody, and
threw her onto his bed. Then he was over her, his cock jabbing angrily into
her stomach. Jonny was normally a meek, mild-mannered boy, but apparently
passion had awakened something within him. It made that fluttery feeling
within her blossom and expand, washing over Melody from head to toe, a feeling
so foreign and exquisite that she felt an orgasm explode within her simply
from the action.  
  
Jonny growled and nipped at her breasts. His fingers dug into the waistband of
her panties and tore the flimsy, soaking garment away with one smooth
movement, baring her hairless pussy to his eyes and fingers. Melody was so
wet, so dilated, that she could have taken a baseball bat. She looked down at
the angry red spear of flesh between her son's legs and realized that wasn't
an unfair comparison. Jonny's cock was huge. It looked more swollen and
elongated than it had only moments ago, when her hands and lips were upon it.  
  
"So forceful," Melody gasped in admiration, "so big. Does baby want to fuck
mommy?"  
  
"Jesus, yes, Mom," Jonny groaned, "I'm going to fuck you. I can't stop
myself."  
  
"I don't want you to stop. I want you inside me, in the place where you were
born. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!"  
  
Jonny attempted to do just that, but despite his ardor and his size, he was
still inexperienced. The head of his cock glanced off Melody's pubic mound as
he jabbed at her. He howled in frustration, but Melody made cooing sounds and
reached between them to grip his rampant tool. She guided him to her opening,
but released him as soon as the plum-sized head nudged against her lips. It
was her turn to howl, in abject pleasure this time, as he slowly sank his
prodigious cock into her depths. There was a glimmer of pain, but it was
swallowed quickly as she felt herself filled more fully than she had ever
been. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, her folds expanding as
necessary, making a home for him where he should never have been. His cock
grew wider as it traveled back to his body, she realized with an electric
shock, as her clitoris came into contact with his flesh. She orgasmed once
more, flooding her depths with lubrication that eased the passage of his
elephantine tool.  
  
The cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Melody's toes curled and her eyes
rolled back in their sockets. Her thighs gripped Jonny's waist and her calves
pressed against his buttocks. She opened up and he came on, driving deeper
into her than she thought possible, into her very womb. She felt his sperm-
laden balls bounce against her ass even as his cockhead rubbed the roof of
inside her.  
  
They lay entwined like that for several heartbeats. Then Jonny raised his
head, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mother." And he began to fuck her.
Melody mewled and thrashed beneath him as each forceful thrust jarred her
plush body. Her heavy tits bounced up and down, impacting against Jonny's
chest. A salty, sweaty sheen gave Melody's body a golden glow as her son
plowed into her again and again. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her long
legs wrapped around his waist, tighter and tighter, urging him on. Her throat
was beginning to hurt, her voice grew hoarse as each cry sounded louder than
the last.  
  
Jonny grunted and groaned with each jab of his hips. Rational thought had
completely fled him, and all he could do was fuck, driven almost mad by the
insatiable needs of his new cock and the lustful moans of the beautiful woman
beneath him. He tried to vary his strokes, alter his angle of entrance, but
that took too much concentration, and instead he merely jammed into his mother
again and again like a runaway jackhammer. His cock felt as hard as steel, a
tempered alloy that might well melt in the burning cauldron of his mother's
clasping pussy. Her folds caressed and squeezed him, her lips nipped at him,
her heat and moisture washed over him, soaking into his flesh, coaxing a
thunderous climax from his balls.  
  
Melody's back arched almost painfully, thrusting her tits into Jonny's face.
He licked sweat from her pendulous breasts, and trapped a diamond hard nipple
between his teeth for a heartbeat before his thrusting pelvis caused the
mammary to bounce away. Jonny buried his head in the valley between his
mother's tits. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears, a frantic, ecstatic rhythm
that mirrored that of his own heart. He bottomed out again, the spongy tip of
his dickhead almost flattening against the elastic roof of her womb, and his
mother momentarily froze.  
  
Then she began to thrash around beneath him, her fists beating a tattoo
against his shoulders, her calves hammering his buttocks, her pussy grasping
his cock tighter and tighter in exquisite pain. Melody threw her head back and
loosed a long, shuddering cry that trailed off as her voice gave out and the
oxygen left her lungs. She collapsed in a boneless heap beneath Jonny. A flood
of liquid seeped past the tightly clasping lips of her pussy, inundating
Jonny's balls and thighs and staining the sheets of his bed. Her breathing was
shallow and her head lolled on the pillow.  
  
Had Jonny complete control of his faculties, he would have been alarmed, would
have at least paused in his assault, if not stopped altogether. But Jonny's
mind was consumed by a red lust that defied reason or concern. All he felt was
the burgeoning need for release. So he kept banging away, his mammoth cock
piercing his mother again and again and again. He kissed her lips and chin,
tasting the remnants of his own cum upon her skin. He didn't care.  
  
Slowly, Melody roused. She fought her way out of a deep fog, beckoned back to
consciousness by the insistent thrusting pleasure emanating from her loins.
Melody's eyes rolled and she blinked tears of passion from them, trying to
focus. Looking down between her breasts, she saw a massive spear of flesh
sliding in and out of her weeping pussy, and she realized she had just had the
most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. "You fucked me unconscious, Jonny," she
gasped, hardly able to believe it.  
  
Her son grunted, and might have nodded. It was hard to tell what he was
thinking, his face was so contorted with passion and effort. "Do it again,"
Melody said. Perhaps he understood, because he redoubled his efforts. Melody
screamed in ecstasy. Melody felt a familiar electrical tingle deep in her
pussy begin to build as Jonny slammed into her again and again. The
electricity sent tendrils out along every nerve ending in her body, an ever
rising crest of pleasure that once more threatened to overwhelm her. She was
expecting it this time, however, and rode the wave as it washed over her lush
frame. Tits bouncing, back arching, ass flexing, thighs tightening, Melody
felt her orgasm explode. It felt like lightning flashing behind her eyeballs.
Her nipples were so sensitive that even the air scraping against them was
sweet agony.  
  
When her senses cleared once more, Melody grabbed Jonny's head and pulled him
in for a soulsearing kiss. He barely broke stride. His stamina, his endurance,
his power, were almost unbelievable. "Oh God, baby," Melody gasped hoarsely.
"You are the best son a mother ever had, Jonny." She moaned as another wave of
pleasure rose within her. "That was two, Jonny. Can you do three? Can you do
it for mommy?"  
  
He could. Melody shuddered as another toe-curling, mind-expanding climax
exploded deep within her. Her body was on fire, threatening to shut down again
as the pleasure grew more intense. Her pussy and thighs were soaked with her
juices, and she could see Jonny's pubic hair was matted with them. Her glossy
black mane was soaked with sweat and sticked to her body, itself covered in a
fine sheen. She had no voice left. She could only mouth her command to her
son: "Cum," she said. "Cum in me, baby."  
  
Jonny withdrew nearly all the way, leaving only his plum-sized cockhead held
between the lips of her pussy, and then rammed forward so hard that Melody's
tits bounced off her chin. Then, with a deep shuddering groan, he came. And
came. And came. Melody felt like a series of seismic shocks were going off
inside her as his mighty cannon bucked and shot its precious load. She felt
his huge cock tense and throb as each gob of semen fired away, coating her
molten core with a viscous white goo. There wasn't enough room for cock and
cum inside her, and the sperm squelched and slipped from her lips, pouring out
of her in waves as their muscles contracted.  
  
Jonny pulled out of her, still cumming, and Melody had a feeling of horrible,
almost painful, emptiness, and then an arc of jism sailed across her body and
splattered her left cheek. Another one found a home in the hollow of her
throat. Two or three more, she was beginning to lose count, sprayed across her
heaving breasts. Pearl white trails formed across her flushed skin, and still
Jonny's cum erupted from his shuddering cock. Melody reached out with shaking
hands to grasp his column of flesh and aim it for her open mouth. Boiling cum
flew across her supine shuddering body and coated her tongue. She swallowed
quickly and ducked her head as quickly as she could. The next jet splattered
across her tits, but then she capped Jonny's cock with her lips and the rest
of his load shot straight down her throat.  
  
It was Jonny's turn to collapse this time. Melody cleaned his semi-hard dick
with her lips and tongue, then curled up beside her sleeping son. She scraped
jism off her body and fed it to herself, and didn't notice when
unconsciousness once more took her away.  
  
When Jonny came to hours later, his room was dark, illuminated only by the
glint of the streetlights outside his window. He felt a comfortable warmth at
his side. He shifted in his head and looked down at the naked body of his
mother curled up against him. Her black hair was in disarray, her pale skin
was streaked and spotted with his dried cum, and her breath was shallow
against his bare chest. She looked painfully beautiful. Looking down at his
enormous penis, he noticed it was beginning to stir, despite looking raw and
red.  
  
His mother stirred. "Mmmm," she said, stretching languidly. Dark eyes opened
and regarded her son. "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week."  
  
Despite himself, Jonny chuckled. He wasn't quite worth a full laugh at the
moment. "Mom, I..."  
  
"Shush," she said, laying a finger across his lips. She leaned across him,
pressing plush breasts into his chest, and flicked the light on the
nightstand. "We should get cleaned up." The look on his face made her frown,
forcing her to add, "Separately. Then I'll make some dinner and can talk about
th..." She trailed off as she noticed his rising cock. "Jesus, Jonny. I can
see I have my work cut out for me."  
  
Without further clarification, she slid out of his arms and padded naked
across his room. Within moments, he heard her shower running. Jonny waited for
a while and then slowly stood up. His whole body felt sweetly sore,
particularly the semi-hard weapon hanging between his thighs. The afternoon's
events replayed themselves in Jonny's mind, and he found his cock growing
steadily harder and harder. The urge to wank was almost too much to resist,
but resist Jonny did. The possibility of fucking his mother again gave him
will enough and more. He stepped into his bathroom and started a scalding
shower.  
  
For her part, Melody was not nearly so certain as her son that the day had
been a good thing. She stood beneath the hot spray of her shower and scrubbed
Jonny's dried cum from her flesh and tried to figure out at which point she
had completely lost control of the situation. She was the adult here. More,
she was his adult, his mother. Which made it all the worse. Incest. How had
she let it happen? How could she have been so stupid?  
  
And yet... and yet... never before had she been so thoroughly and deliciously
fucked. Even her own hand and dildo had never brought to life so many orgasms
within her body. And that cock. What woman could resist it? So huge, so
beautifully shaped, fueled by two fist-sized testes that churned out the
sweetest tasting cum Melody's tongue had ever touched. Her pussy felt raw and
stretched, pummeled by her own son's magnificent tool. Almost hesitatingly,
Melody spread her fingers along her shaved pubis and touched her vaginal lips.
She expected to find them bruised and bleeding, but instead she discovered
them flushed with desire. Just thinking about her son's cock, the vicious
fucking she had received from him, had her growing wet.  
  
Melody ducked her head under the shower's spray and tried to reign her
thoughts under control. Jonny was her son, for God's sake! She wasn't supposed
to fuck him. She slapped her palm against her forehead. She wasn't supposed to
want to fuck him. But she did. She very much did.  
  
Dinner was strained. Melody had her hair tied back into a tight ponytail and
wore a t-shirt and sweats and little else, but they were baggy enough to hide
some of her charms from Jonny's scalding gaze. She'd left her glasses in his
room, and lacked the courage to retrieve them, so she had to squint beside the
stove. Jonny's constant closeness and newfound obsequiousness was nearly as
aggravating. He kept getting underfoot in his attempts to help, until she
snapped at him. He subsided and sat at the table, wearing such a hurtful look
on his face that Melody thought her own heart would break.  
  
As for the meal itself, despite a gnawing hunger, Melody couldn't quite force
herself to eat. Jonny had no such qualms, and wolfed down his food, shoveling
it into his mouth with fork and knife. When he was finished with his third
helping, he finally looked up at her and noticed how little she had eaten.
Self-consciously, and without being bidden, he cleared the table and proceeded
to tidy up the kitchen. Jonny disappeared into his room soon afterwards.  
  
Melody did the same, where she collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
She tried very hard not to think about her son's mammoth member slamming into
her over and over again, splitting her apart...  
  
For his part, Jonny sat in front of his television playing on his XBOX. He
couldn't get his mother out of his mind, either, and as a result his shorts
were pulled taut against his thighs, his dick an iron bar. All he could think
about were his mom's bounteous tits, her creamy thighs, her luscious lips, her
clasping pussy. Even now, it didn't seem real. It was almost as if the litany
of images, scents, and feelings that he played over and over in his mind was
to remind himself that it did happen. He had fucked a woman for the first
time, finally, after ages and ages of hoping and dreaming and lusting. And it
turned out to be his mother, of all people. That was pretty fucked up. Didn't
change the fact that he wanted to do it again with her as soon as possible,
and not simply because the act itself was so amazing. He liked doing it with
her.  
  
For the thirtieth time in nearly as many minutes, his character died. He threw
the XBOX controller on his bed and unsnapped his jeans. He wasn't going to be
useful at all until he squeezed out another load.  
  
His bedroom door eased open on hinges that squeaked slightly. Jonny looked up,
wide-eyed. His mother stood in the doorway, her hair a dark cloud around her
head, clad only in her t-shirt. Her dark eyes shimmered. She glided into the
room.  
  
"Mom, what --?" Jonny started to ask, but she laid a finger on his lips. Jonny
swallowed. She replaced her finger with her own lips, her tongue pressing into
his mouth and tasting him. Instinctively he returned the kiss. He put his
hands on her hips, slipping his fingers under the hem of her t-shirt. She
moaned into his mouth. His hands traveled up her body, divesting her of the
shirt, revealing her gorgeous form. She broke the kiss long enough to tug the
shirt over her head, then pushed Jonny backward onto his bed, straddling him.
Her breasts dangled like fruit over his lips. His cock nudged against her
belly.  
  
Jonny fastened his lips around a rosy nipple and began to suckle. His mother
moaned, breathing heavily. He felt her slim fingers grasp his cock and
maneuver it so that the swollen head nudged the lips of her flooded and gaping
pussy. She opened up to let him inside, easing his girth into her with a
squelch. Jonny groaned into her tit, instinctively nipping with his teeth. His
mother's hips jumped, sucking him deeper. He followed her lead, and began to
thrust slowly and gently into her, fighting the urge to simply slam into her
again and again.  
  
The XBOX controller slid off the bed and clattered to the floor. Neither of
the Maxwells noticed.  
  
His mother's breasts lifted away, and she nestled her head into the crook of
his neck, licking and kissing his flesh. The scent of her shampoo filled his
nostrils. Her heat engulfed him, sucking him deeper and deeper. Her pussy was
scalding hot and weeping fluid, soaking his sensitive flesh. When he bottomed
out, nudging up against the roof of her womb, she lifted her head and looked
him directly in the eyes. They were clouded with lust and need.  

"This is where you started," she whispered. "This is where you belong. Inside
me."  
  
Jonny groaned again. He gripped his mother by the hips and flipped her over,
still imbedded within her pussy. She cried out, surprised and delighted at the
assault. Urged on by her cries, Jonny began to fuck his mother, hard and fast.
Her tits bounced against his chest, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist,
and her heels beat a sharp tattoo against his ass. His cock felt as hard and
thick as an iron bar, his balls heavy weights slapping against her plush ass.
He drove into her, again and again, the spongy head of his dick almost
flattening against the roof of her womb. It was almost painful, it felt so
good. The blood pounded in his head, his heartbeat like a thunder in his
veins, and the muscles in his arms and back and legs shook with the effort.  
  
His mother thrashed beneath him, soaked with sweat, a verdant flush creeping
across the pale skin of her breasts, her eyes bright, lips parted, tits
bouncing. Incomprehensible sounds erupted from her throat. Jonny grimaced,
squinted his eyes, and redoubled his efforts. Melody released a piercing
scream that echoed throughout Jonny's room. The two of them did not so much
hear the sound as feel it. A series of continuously cresting orgasms left
Melody senseless to anything but her own pleasure, while Jonny's consciousness
was focused tightly on the delicious feelings surrounding his rampant, raging
cock. It didn't even register on him when his own climax came, until the flood
of semen jetting from him into his mother's core actually pushed his cock free
of her, still spitting its precious load.  
  
Gobs of white cum rained down upon Melody's stomach and breasts, streaking her
pale flesh. Jonny came back to himself as he watched his cock splatter his
mother's supine and shuddering form again and again. Melody's face was a mask
of lust. She gripped her son's cock and aimed it like a hose, painting her
heaving tits with his sperm. When his flood flagged, she swept her hands
across her body, scooping up cum and bringing it to her lips.  
  
Jonny fell beside her, gasping and heaving, fighting for breath. Some of the
manic light left his mother's eyes finally, and she turned her beautiful, cum-
splattered face to her son. "Well?" she said.  
  
"Well what?" Jonny asked.  
  
She looked down his supine form. He followed her gaze. His dick was drooping
slightly, but still rock hard.  
  
"Does it ever go down?"  
  
Jonny grinned sheepishly. "Not when you're around, Mom."  
  
The devilish light came back into her eyes. "We'll see about that, young man."
With a laugh, she pounced on him.




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