Eros Ch. 01
Eros-
Come to me, embrace me. I will make this world as you want. A world where you are never alone, never afraid, never under someone else's control. Come into my ever accepting embrace, and I will make this world for you...
Before everything started Jack was an average kid. He was of average height, with a somewhat flabby frame. His hair was long, thick brown that matched his eyes and his Native American heritage.
Really, he might've been considered cute by some. His eyes were deep, intelligent, as was he, and his face was accentuated by a masculine jaw-line. All-in-all he was average all together, though.
The only real downside to him was that his life was going nowhere, fast. While still sixteen he dropped out of high school and hadn't done anything sense. His parents didn't push him towards anything and at the age of nineteen, he was wasting his life away in his home, which he rarely left, if ever. He had no job, no friends, and no life.
As with all things, these facts were subject to change. At mid-summer when Jack was nineteen, he had a strange dream. A figure draped in clouds of pink smoke, which billowed from him and around him. He came to a sleeping Jack's form. At Jack's slumbering side, the man stood, preaching in a language unknown to the world.
Once his speech was finished he leaned down, kissing Jack's head. This kiss was a promise, a promise that Jack did have a future.
The next day Jack woke feeling refreshed and good about the world. His dream was just a bleary haze of pink and gold, yet he could recall two things. The words "Beauty" and "Power" came to mind to him.
After waking he found himself feeling less lethargic. He stood, stretching, and for the first time in his life he found he had something which had hadn't had in years: a sex drive. In reality, he really wanted to have sex with someone.
Being a virgin, Jack was normally almost asexual in his approach. He never really craved any sort of physical intimacy or sexual contact of any sort, and being a virgin never bothered him. At least, until that day, at that morning he felt like he really wanted to fuck someone. It wasn't a shame that he hadn't, just a desire to do it that was very great.
Later that day, Jack's stomach was turning unbearably. His sister had skipped by him with a low-cut top, never suspecting any glances and he couldn't handle it. He felt cramped and out of control, and rushed to the bathroom to take care of himself.
As soon as his pants were down he found something very different. Jack was never exactly small in the crotch department, ranging just barely above average. That was until his pants came down, revealing yet another amazing change from the dream. It wasn't even hard, yet his penis was extremely large, far bigger than it had been when it was hard before the dream.
When he jerked it to hardness, the fully erect thing was longer than a foot and thicker than his wrist. He also found that his testicles had grown, too, to accommodate his new tool and were at least three times as large as they had been before.
With his erection in hand, Jack stared at the mirror, amazed by his new equipment. It was more than just the size, though; Jack seemed to have a strange aura radiating him. If he could give it a color, it would have been dark pink, like rose, and embodied both masculine and feminine qualities. It was a paradigm in creation, as he was a construction of the best of both qualities.
With his new sex drive Jack jerked off five times that day. Every time he lasted at least thirty minutes, if not more, wearing his arms down and he always shot off a massive amount of ejaculation.
Over time it became more and more difficult to hide his activities. His sheets were stained, as were his underwear, and he went through tissues and toilet paper too quickly for comfort.
Even worse, his scent was everywhere. It was like it had a mind of its own, lingering in places where Jack had been, and he was almost certain his family could smell it.
To cover his tracks Jack made sure to do all of his own laundry, especially towels and sheets, and underwear after one case where he found his mother clutching his boxers admiringly. He also went on to spray air freshener after every time he would masturbate.
As time went on, Jack noticed his family acting strangely towards him. His mother and two sisters were very accommodating towards him. The three women would always do nice things, such as doing his chores, trying to do his laundry despite his complaints, cleaning his room, and going out of their way to fix him dinner. Furthermore, whatever he wanted to eat they wanted to eat, and what ever he wanted to do on the weekend, they agreed.
Meanwhile, his male family members, specifically his father, were less demanding of him. Whenever speaking his father was quick to reply, and did respond with as few words as possible. General, he deterred his gaze away from Jack's eye-line and was always eager to listen and aid Jack in any way.
At first Jack didn't know what to make of it. His dream had said beauty and power, and he was considering that it had somehow applied to real life. But that was a ridiculous idea, that a dream could affect reality in such a way. At least that's what he thought.
His full potential and the reality of the situation hit him months after these events. Having adjusted to his new life, Jack just lived in a set, undeviating pattern. It all started on the week that his father was away for business, as usual, and his youngest sister had gone with him before school started. His elder sister's college had already started, leaving him alone with his mother.
That is how his journey began...
Chapter One: Taming Mother.
Jack awoke late on a Wednesday, during the week that his father and sister would be gone. Looking at the clock on his computer desk, he found it was about twelve P.M., which didn't bother him. He didn't have much to do.
Sitting up, he found his cock pressing into his torso. It wasn't a surprise, he always had an erection whenever he woke, and he quickly went to handling it. Sometime later he ejaculated, spraying his semen all over himself and his bed. Letting it liquefy on his body, he felt disgusted, and rushed to shower.
Since he was home alone until his mother got back at around two P.M, he didn't bother to bathe. His room was located at the far corner, with a guest room right across the hall and the bathroom next to that. Right across from that bathroom was the game room, and right next to the bathroom, close to the kitchen, was his younger sister's room.
He went into the bathroom and showered, washing his body clean of the thick, white cream which he loosed. As he washed, he found himself responding and his penis grew again, lurching out and high, as it always did. So he jerked off again in the shower, a long session which left him spraying all over the shower.
Once he finished showering he cleaned up his mess and sprayed air freshener, just to be safe. Once finished, he dried and decided to let his gargantuan growth breath, rather than confining it in clothes. It would be a while before his mother got home, so he didn't have to worry. Unabashedly he stepped out of the bathroom, the towel around his shoulders, and his shlong bouncing between his thighs.
Victoria, Jack's mother, wasn't really a nice woman. She was commanding, demeaning, and insulting a good majority of the time. When she wasn't screaming at her kids, she was whining about her husband to them. So, when on the way home she decided to stop by a fast food place to get Jack dinner, it wasn't in her normal behavior.
At the time she had been increasingly considering of him, and she was always looking for new ways to please him. Whenever he was around, his happiness seemed to be the most important thing to her, even if it meant that she had to give up her little free time off work. She would go however she had to if it meant that he would smile.
Spending an extra fifteen minutes waiting in line, she came back with his food in hand. Parking out front of the garage, she locked up her SUV and went in through the chain-link fence, walking up to their brown and black one story house.
Pausing at the door, she took in a breath. For some reason the thought of being around her youngest son had her heart throbbing. It was all she could do to contain it. Again she breathed, and then went inside.
She passed through the living room, excited to show Jack what she did. It was like she was a dog, rushing to her master with what it brought back. She wanted to see him happy, praising her for what she did, rewarding her for her selflessness.
She entered the kitchen through the archway that connected the two, and peered down the hall way. She was getting ready to shout down the hall, to tell her son that she brought home dinner, when she froze. Heat washed over her, as a flush came to her face and she stared wide-eyed and in shock. The food left her hands, spilling onto the floor.
Jack, too, froze in the hallway, having just gotten out of the shower. Still drying his hair casually with the towel around his shoulders, he looked up, finding his mother standing there, staring at him in complete awe.
Casting a glance at the clock, Jack was shocked to see that it was a little past two o' clock. He had spent the day jerking it off, wasting away any personal time.
Victoria's youngest son, second youngest child, was completely nude. It was a sight unlike any she had ever seen before. Her little boy was the most graceful, beautiful person on the planet. He wasn't a firm bodied young man, but had soft skin, looking cute. His hair, long and wet was a beautiful chocolate color, while his face was lovely and lightly curved. Catching sight of his eyes, she stared, finding herself lost in their depth. The cosmos was inside of his stare.
Jack gazed back at his mother, unable to move. As their eyes were locked, he thought that he could see into her. It was a flash of light, a brief connection, then it ceased. His cock lurched below, rising slowly toward the sky.
Staring unwaveringly, Victoria became even more flustered as she watched him swell up. It was large, much larger than any other penis she had seen in her life. It pulsed, giving off an aura all its own. Together her son and his penis seemed to come to life, manifesting as perfection, in perfect harmony and beauty.
As his mother's eyes examined him, Jack examined her back. For the first time in his life he considered her as a sexual being.
Jack's mother was a highly attractive woman. Like him, she had thick, dark hair, but it was longer, hanging to her waist. Her eyes, too, were dark like his and her skin tan. She had a soft, smooth face, full lips, and an incredibly toned body. This came from a lot of hard work and exercise, as well as good genetics from her father's side of the family, which is where the family got its Native American ancestry.
She had adopted something from her mother's side. Despite her incredibly trim figure, she had two full D-cups hanging from her chest. They seemed obscenely large for five foot six frame, which was athletically designed, yet they were incredibly arousing none-the-less. At that point Jack had yet to see them bare, only ever catching glimpses of them from the few times they had went to the beach. Victoria was more of a tease than a tramp.
Something swelled up along side of his penis, something inside of his soul. Jack felt overcome with sexuality as he molested his mother with his eyes. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he desperately craved sex and not just sex with anyone. Jack craved sex with his mother. Never had he felt like that before, especially not for her, yet in his mind he couldn't get rid of the idea of taking advantage of his mother.
It was a primal feeling. He didn't want love, he wanted devotion. Not equality, but control. The thought of dominating his mother, who was always the controlling one, was something which he couldn't shake. His cock throbbed obscenely at the mere hint of his mother worshipping him, serving him as if he were her God.
Standing still, deciding on his next course, he wandered if his mother could read his thoughts. She shivered as he stared at her and the moment of her deer in the headlights look had fled. Eyes locked, she stared at him in adoration and acceptance, no desire to flee in sight. Jack moved towards her, one step, two, and he closed in, and she didn't move.
When he got to her, his penis pressed against her firm belly. It was thick, grotesquely large, and beautiful. His mother's gaze never left his eyes, but her hand grasped him bloated erection and held it firmly. When he finally stopped they were face to face, and his tool was pressed tightly against her abdomen, he hand holding it.
Gazes locked, they didn't waver. She made no move to stop him as he leaned in until their lips pressed together. Instead, she pulled him in, allowing him access to her gaping mouth and gave impassioned breaths.
Jack's knees felt weak as her hands began gliding along his organ. It was something completely different, like masturbation with another person. He hand was so soft, so firm, working him in complete dedication. It was submission, which flowed through him and her.
The kiss broke and she pulled away, staring down at him in a daze. She looked so pretty, her face flushed, her hand still working his crank. "I...I shouldn't..."
Jack had never seen his mother look so feminine. There she was, her hand sliding along his shaft, drawing pleasure from deep within him. Her face was flushed, her eyes staring wide, in complete disbelief in what she was doing. It was the complete opposite of her usual, self-centered behavior. Instead she was acting for him, rather than herself.
Her mouth came open, as if to speak, but no words came. All she could do was stare at his red-hot prick in amazement. Her mind kept telling her to stop, kept censuring her for still jerking on her son's meat, but she couldn't stop. It was like some sort of mysterious force was compelling her body, pulling her strings. Something inside of her was telling her to act, and she had to obey.
In her soft hands Jack swelled up, as pre-cum bubbled out. It oozed out of his urethra, spilling down onto her hands and smearing. She seemed to become even more enamored with her actions as the clear liquid met her flesh. It was an aphrodisiac, which made her more flushed, more aroused by what she was doing.
Victoria pulled her attention from his prick, back to his eyes, and became lost. She seemed to fall into him, becoming a part of his psyche, and she swore that she felt everything he did. The pleasure of her hand gliding along his gigantic cock, the throbbing of his tool, the feeling of a normally domineering woman becoming a weak-willed slut jerking on his cock, it was all passing through her as it hit him, too. They became physically one, and her head swam with the feeling of it.
Leaning in closer to him, she felt the heat of his body. It enveloped her, invading her senses. His smell overcame her. It was like shower and musk, and was most addictive. Drawing in more of his scent, savoring it as it fogged her senses, she continued to stare into his eyes, falling into their ocean like depths.
Jack thrust into her increasing pace as his mother became disoriented, separated from herself. She was becoming something different than before, an empty vassal for his will. A gasp caught in his throat as her efforts double; another hand was added to his service. His knees grew weak, so he steadied himself on her.
Impassioned by his reaction, Victoria jerked fasting, working her hands in unison. He was in pain, she realized. The giant erection growing from his crotch was hurting him, it was tense, and aching, and he needed to be saved, to find release. As his mother, his loving, obedient, adoring mother, it was her duty to alleviate him of such an affliction. Love swelled in her chest as she devoted took to her burden, fisting his cock with righteous intent.
Her fists were like a wonderful whirlwind, whipping along his dick professionally. Jack's breath became hot as he held onto his mother tightly. Her body was clung tightly to him, her breasts pressing against his torso and the tip of his pecker. He held tightly, wanting her, needing her to help him.
Only twenty minutes later Jack began to surge. Not sense he had gotten his new equipment had he reached an orgasm so quickly, not had it felt so intense. Inside of his balls he felt what had to be the biggest load of his life churning, boiling over. All of his energy was redirected to sexuality as he stiffened.
Shock hit her as the orgasm did. The first of many thick, ample wads splattered her coarse, red work-shirt, right on the bottoms of her breasts. Stumbling back, his second burst sprayed her stomach, and the third leapt up onto her breasts, soaking into the top. Forth and fifth hit her mid-torso, staining the blouse, and his orgasm continued for a good thirty seconds after that. When finished his cock oozed out the last remains into her still working palms, which all overflowed and ran down her arm.
He moved back, his cock leaking and slapping against his legs, and took in the sight of his juicy mother. Her top was sticky and dark with his jism, and clung tightly to her perfect body. Her right arm was sheeny, too, from the spill-over of his post-orgasm ejaculate.
Leaning against the wall and breathing heavily, he reeled from the pleasure. The tidal wave that hit him was dying down, but still he felt wonderful. His body felt healthier, more alive, and that was from one simple orgasm.
There was also an amount of pride in him as he gazed at his mother's sticky torso. Even his enhanced loads weren't quite that large on average. Being able to ruin a shirt on such a grand scale was something that he couldn't help but feel vain over.
His mother, too, was lost somewhere in a field of multiple emotions, one of which was pride. She also felt confused and, most of all, deeply aroused. In the doorway she stood, her body leaning against the frame, her torso hot and gluey from the sperm show she received.
The cream was extremely warm, in a wonderful way, and that heat was invading her. It seeped through her shirt, onto her breasts and stomach, and made everything it touched warm with arousal. That was coupled with the smell, which was incredibly powerful, intense, and scintillating.
What made it worse was that in her life she had only had two orgasms, both of which were with her husband before. Jack had, by simply having an orgasm and splattering with her, given her an orgasm of her own which was larger than either of those previous climaxes.
Standing in silent reverence, she stared at his thick, leaking cock in amazement and adoration. She was running of pure sexuality, and all her mind could register was Jack. Her pathetic husband was nothing compared to the beautiful young man who stood before her.
"I've never..." Words were lost on the situation. Only her steamy pussy could explain what she was feeling.
"Yeah," Jack said nonchalantly, still catching his breath. His stare ran over her chest, which was sticky and full. Her breasts really were disproportionate to her frame. "This is quite a load, even for me," he said calmly.
His mother smiled, not saying a word.
With out prompting his cock began to respond. Stretching out and thickening, it raised to the sky, and both were forced to stare at the very welcome surprise. Truly, Victoria decided as she watched it throb back to life, her husband was nothing.
"Again," she asked moonily. Her face was plastered with a jubilation Jack had never seen on her before. Seeing such happiness in his mother of all people made Jack smile.
"You up for it," he asked as he regarded his cock with wonder. Looking up, he caught her slow, seductive nod.
Victoria was still caught in a daze, but she knew what she wanted. At first she had tried to stop it, she had told herself it was wrong, but once she saw his suffering, she realized that she had to help him. After his orgasm that changed, though. His sperm had left her hot and needy, and hungry for another one of his orgasms. So she changed once she had been sprayed. She became very eager for his pleasure, and in fact felt addicted to it.
No part of her denied it any longer. Instead, she just squirmed and gasped as he moved, watching it sway. She wanted desperately to touch it again, to feel its warmth on her skin, to smell it, for it to stiffen in her palm.
Victoria nodded slowly. It wasn't an unsure nod. Rather, it was a sense of a minor haze. Her mind was foggy and her head light, while her body was burning with intense passion. Never, in all of her forty years had she felt so aroused, nor in her twenty-one years of marriage had her pussy been so wet and hot.
"Okay," Jack said, and he glanced around the hall. Pulling the towel from around his shoulders, he started walked past her, his penis bobbing before him. "Let's go to the living room, where we can stretch out and relax."
Like a lost child Victoria followed, and she stared at him, affection written on her beautiful face. For the first time since he was a child Jack could see why his father had married her. She was stunning when she smiled.
It seemed like she had been scowling for the past years of his life. Seeing her in such a dreamy state made him realize that even when she did smile, it wasn't real. Not even when he was a child. Through out his whole life he had dealt with fake smiles from her, and after seeing a real one he didn't want that again, and he wouldn't suffer that again. Jack definitely preferred a horny, somewhat blowsy mother than the prudish, angry one he had before.
Reaching the couch, Jack settled and reclined. Before him his mother stood, silently staring at him with a placid smile adorning her face. She was awaiting his next orders, or a hint at what he desired of her. That was how things should go, she thought. Jack's explosive will was her will, and his intense desires were her desires. She would perform any action he asked of her.
"Get on your knees, mom" he said, and he tossed her the towel. "Wipe my dick off."
Victoria dropped to her knees before him, feeling completely natural. His out stretched legs bordered her; closing her in and making her feel secure, and just before her his big, thick cock pulsed. Being so close she could see it in more detail, and smell it more easily. It consumed her, cementing her wish to serve him in whatever manner he saw fit.
Holding the towel in both hands, she began to work his cock slowly. It was still iron-stiff in her palms, and felt so good. The heat was incredibly and soaked through the towel, which was drying his jism stained cock. Her hands, too, were being dried but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was the cock and the pleasure she could cause it, and through it, the pleasure she could give to her son.
When it was all clean Victoria threw the towel to the side, staring at his bare, beautiful cock. The fire in her crotch hadn't grown weaker in the least. Actually, the opposite happened as she sat so close to his cock. His scent, his wonderful scent was filling her senses, and his aura was just as intense. Just being in his presence aroused her.
Once he was all clean, she was left staring at his shlong. Slowly and very cautiously, she reached up to grasp his dick. Only when he didn't disapprove did she actually take hold of it, and when she did she felt jubilant.
His cock was wonderful. Not only was it incredibly large, but it was warm, so much warmer than any penis she had ever touched before. This warmth was infectious, too, radiating from him and moving into her very being. The feelings he gave her raised her up, leaving her higher and higher, until she ascending to another tier of existence. Between his legs, holding his erection, Victoria felt fulfilled and complete. For the first time in many years, possibly for the first time in her pathetic little life, she felt alive.
This passion grew even greater as her son's breath began to intensify. Increasing with the pace of his lungs, Victoria began to whip both hands along his dick. At first the jerks were slow and loving, like his labored breaths, but she was ready to go into overdrive at any moment.
Jack sat back, his body going limp as his mother eased his tensions with her skilled hands. Instead of doing anything, he enjoyed the show of worship she was giving him. It made him feel strong, and in control, like he had his mother's life in his hands and could do away with it at well.
That power was almost as pleasurable as the direct, physical sensations that she was giving him. His head was light with ego, as he felt miles high, and his body tingled with very earthly pleasures. He was going crazy, as the blood from his body rushed to his already over inflated genitalia. He was getting high, so high that he felt as if he was going to leave the atmosphere.
He wasn't alone in this heightened feeling of pleasure. Victoria felt it too. It wasn't as intense, but she felt it through him. Like his pleasure was so intense that it was expelled in his aura, and her body absorbed it through their contact. The little jolts and shocks that coursed through him rippled, and those ripples teased her, as well.
Before she knew it, she was tantalized by the sensations which caused her to quake with passion. Such a reaction to sexual conduct was completely foreign to her, and she had assumed it would be to all people. The very idea of feeling pleasure for someone else, or even through someone else, was ludicrous and illogical, yet it was happening. Empathy like that was unfounded to mankind, yet it existed there, in her son, or so she thought. Perhaps she was going crazy, but if she was, she was happier that way.
Her hands widened their arc of movement, running from tip to base and repeating the motion. As she jerked on him, she found herself examining his shaft. It was a very long, very meaty, dense slab of meat. Veins were visible, mostly in color, as they didn't stick out obscenely from his cock, making it seem more like a work of art, chiseled from flesh colored stone. The head was shiny and colored dark red, glowing like the summit of a volcano, and inside she knew there was very hot, white lava waiting to erupt on her.
Pubic hairs obscured part of it, but barely any in relation to its immense size. Hanging from this sudden forest of dark curls was a weighty set of testicles. They were two swollen fruits, which were brewing a very heady ail for her to pleasure. Both intimidating and arousing by size, they made her feel dainty and undeserving to be offering ministrations to such a glorious being.
Looking up from his genitalia, she took in his figure. He was a very attractive young man, being a strange mixture of handsome, adorable, and sexy. He was built like a human teddy bear, having a frame that was soft and perfect for holding. Yet his jaw was cut and his shoulders, not overly broad, yet masculine in design. The mixture of feminine softness and male sharpness gave him a perfect androgynous appearance.
Peering past his cock, she stared into his face. It was gorgeous, boarded by a tight jaw line; it possessed a set of full, feminine lips, which were curled into a smile, and deep, enthralling eyes. His hair fell down like a curtain, framing his face further. It was thick and dark, perfectly waving and soft. If she weren't so turned on, she would've gladly run her fingers through it, teasing it.
With out a doubt, Victoria was sure that her son was the most beautiful being on the planet. Sitting between his legs, offering him what pleasure she could, she felt honored. It was her greatest pleasure not to get high off of him, not to be pleased by him, and not even to please him. The greatest pleasure she could find was the knowledge that she was the one who birthed such perfection.
Jack watched as his mother stared adoringly at his penis. Sometime during the jerking, her slow movements being torturously good, and he was losing his mind. Not completely aware, his hands reached out, caressing her smooth hair like he would a dog.
Victoria nuzzled his hand in return, being the perfect bitch for him.
"Mom, why don't you kiss it," he asked calmly.
Just as dazed by the sex as her son, she nodded silently, and she leaned forward, closing her eyes tight. Focusing her senses, the aroma hit her. It was a musky, powerful scent that was constructed of his aura and made him seem more real, more pressing, and important in her mind. The heat in her pants grew more dire, as she began even wetter and aroused.
Again she redirected her senses, focusing on touch. She felt the heat of his cock in her hands, as well as the heat as her face neared him. His aura too was palpable, and she could feel it seeping into her skin. Her own aura had collapsed long ago and was being shaped by his into one that was unrecognizable to her.
Something had happened to the proud, demanding woman she had been at work. For the first time in her life she felt like a slut, like a whore, like some slattern, and she loved it. Eagerly, Victoria pursed her lips as she drew ever closer to his cock.
Her full lips rested on his pecker and the heat was scalding. Still, she held firm, not retreating, and his flesh branded her. Again, she became more lost, more depraved. Victoria Hilbert the mother left at that moment, as did the store manager, the wife. All that was left was Victoria Hilbert the prostitute.
The submission of his mother made a connection in Jack's psyche, and he was left reeling. He felt the power transfer happen. His mother was losing herself completely, and he wasn't sure if she had much left to give. Over the course of the brief encounter she began to hollow out, making room for him to plant some sort of seeds inside of her: seeds of desire, seeds of submission. If things continued on the way they were, he was sure she would end up a puppet to his desires.
"Lick it."
Victoria did not hesitate. Her tongue spread her lips and touched his red-hot crown. The taste was define, as if his very essence were put into a tangible form and placed on her tongue. His scent mingled with the sensation of taste, and her body became light with passion.
She ran her tongue along his shaft, moving slowly and coating him thoroughly. Moving down, she reached the base of his cock and buried his nose into his pubic hair, sucking in his powerful, musky aroma yet again. The more she experienced of him, the more aroused she became. His nipples were aching with need, while her crotch was a burning mess. Jack's crotch was like a giant block of potent sexual energy.
Extending her tongue, she sampled his pubic hairs, before winding it around his base and salivating like a dog. She did this again, making sure to thoroughly soak his crotch, before she moved onto the testicles.
Finding his huge, hanging sac before her, she was delighted. Still the scent was powerful and delightful, creating a sense of great need and hungry within her. She kissed each of his testicles, and paused on the right one, before suckling it in. Due to its sheer size, it almost filled her mouth completely, but she loved it. She especially loved how her son began to shift and tense as she slobbered all over his genitalia.
Holding the testicles in her mouth, scrubbing it with her tongue, her tastes buds exploded with life. Her son's skin was powerful mixture of all flavors, creating the most perfect meal she ever had. Nothing in the world was as delectable as the meat which she was happily tongue bathing.
It wasn't just the taste; it was a mixture of it all. The feel of being submissive, his hot, firm flesh against her own, his aroma, his bewitching beauty, all of it melded together into one, perfect, sexual being that ruled her very existence. All of it was so powerful that it blew her mind, leaving her unable to resist.
She released the testicles which she had been savoring as soon as he began to gasp for air. Smiling provocatively, she administered the same actions to his left testicles.
Jack squirmed as the special torture which she was giving him. He felt her wonderful tongue encircling his testicles, rubbing them softly, gently, cradling them and loving them. The pleasure was completely unearthly and could not be comprehended by his simple mind. Perhaps it was nirvana, euphoria, or most likely it was something more. Whatever it was, he was sure no words could define it, only feeling could.
Victoria, too, could feel this. The link that held them together was still strong, and was giving her a slight overflow of what she was giving him. It also did more than simply pleasure her; it let her know how her services were paying off. She could feel his gradual building up, as well as the ebb and flow of his every pleasurable twitch and jolt.
Feeling satisfied with her work, Victoria left his testicles alone. She focused her efforts on his cock, licking along the underside from the base, all the way up to the very top. There she was met by a mead most pleasant.
Pre-cum was running over in most inordinate amounts. Only three quarters of the way up, Victoria's tongue was completely lathered in his cloying expel, which she happily gobbled up. The taste of his pre-ejaculate, which was not as thick as what he had released before, was even better than the taste of his cock. It was like he had taken every quality which he possessed, liquefied it and fed it to her.
When she reached the crown, she had a tongue full of it. Swallowing it down, she was surprised to have a small orgasm cut through her. It wasn't as intense as the one before, but enough for her to be grateful for, as more love for her son swelled up into her chest. Pleasing her son literally was pleasure for her, she came to realize, as her son's pure, sexual air had brought her to the edge and was holding her over it, almost ready to let her fall completely into waves of intense, orgasmic bliss.
Jack drew in a breath to keep himself steady, as he tried to suppress the torture. His mothers tongue was almost a punishment, as she teased him, because it was a pleasure unlike he had ever felt before. Even as his mother paused there, a small orgasm hitting her, he felt like he was about to burst.
His pleasure didn't distract him so much that he didn't realize the strangeness in the situation. As he mother convulsed, a small orgasm overcoming her, he almost swore that he could see the pleasure hit her. It was a wave, coming from inside of her, washing over her, and he swore that he could see her tangible pleasure.
"God, mom, you're so fucking hot. This is so fucking good," he extolled breathily, "You've got to suck on it!"
Victoria felt a swell of pride at the compliment. Over the years, she had always known that she was attractive. In fact, it was something that she had always hated, because it made her get different treatment. She wanted to run, but her breasts always got in the way of that, or made men stare. Yet, at her son's simple word, she was proud of her breasts, proud of her body, proud of her looks. If he thought she was hot, then she was hot.
Eager to please, she puffed out her chest like an animal trying to attract a mate and dove down on his cock with gusto. Her lips stretched, trying to accommodate the thick crown. She managed just the head before she couldn't take any more, but she aimed to please that part. Wiggling her tongue, prodding his bloated glans, Victoria aimed to suck an orgasm straight out of him.
With her mouth stuffed, Victoria used her hands to coax him further. One ran along his shaft, forcefully trying to pull the ejaculate from him. The other worked his balls, churning up what she hoped would be a huge load inside of his swelling jewels.
His body tightened, his cock became even stiffer, and his balls went tight, and Victoria felt his mind turn blank, and she knew what was going on. An orgasm bigger than any other before it hit like a tidal wave, causing his body to fall into what felt like a surreal state of pleasure. The world blurred before him, and everything seemed to become an illusion. The only real thing to him was the pleasure.
Below him his mother held on for the ride, as she felt his sperm coursing through his shat. The first thick string filled her mouth completely and the second overloaded her. Her mouth burst, and sperm seeped down her shaft.
Trying her hardest to swallow, she couldn't handle it, as an orgasm of her own hit. She pulled back, completely lost in their mutual, bonded pleasure, and couldn't contain it anymore. Sperm ran from her mouth and rained down from his cock, showering her
It streamed down onto her hair and face, onto her full bust and thighs. Every part of her was coated, while the area around her was riddled with thick wads of sperm as it shot off from his cock like a cannon. Her body convulsed in pleasure as well, as she continued to hold and jerk his cock lovingly, letting it shoot off in an obscene display of joy.
When he finally came back, Jack was exhausted, stretched too thin. His sexual presence was everywhere in the room and had completely filled both of them to the core.
Victoria felt completely debased, stripped of her independence, and she found that the role suited her better. She had just gotten her son off again, as any loving mother would do for such a wonderful child, and she would've taken it further if given the chance. She would have been his personal fuck toy, if he wished.
She lounged between his legs, massaging his gooey shaft. Her mouth was slimy with his cum, which she was greedily swishing in her mouth, savoring it like a fine wine. From head to toe, her body was covered with his cooling semen, which coated her face, body, hair, and even some on her thighs.
Having it on her made her feel hot and needy, as well as extremely obedient, while the scent was even stronger. Her nostrils were filled with every breath. She broke into a gleeful fit of giggles, as she continued to jerk out his last bit of sperm.
She couldn't contain it, she was so happy. Composing herself, she eagerly suckled on his cock until it was no longer sticky with jism, and she let it slip out, onto his thigh. Allowing it to rest there, she kissed the crown with an innocent, adoring smile on her face. Then she looked up at her son and kissed his thighs, a sign of devotion.
Jack watched the whole act with a smile.
His mother wasn't of her own mind at that moment. It seemed she had completely submitted to her id, which was driving her to serve his every whim, or at least his every sexual whim. He wondered if this devotion spilled over into the more mundane aspects of theirs lives and, reflecting on her behavior leading up to the event, it seemed to.
Still having some sexual appetite, yet being of sound mind yet again, Jack stood up. Standing quietly, he regarded his mother who was still drunk off of his cum. She was so aroused that she was openly mauling her breasts and diddling herself through her pants. He almost stirred, but decided it was better for the both of them if he went off to get some physical and mental rest. With a shrug, he left her on the floor in the living room.
Victoria stayed there, rubbing her cum soaked hand into her pants for a good ten minutes. As she did this, she fed herself all of the cum she could, until it was cold. It was still delicious, but not the same, so she whimpered in disappointment and went to the bathroom and stripped herself for a shower.
Standing bare on the white tiles, surrounded by the immaculate room, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her body was glistening from cum, and felt a rush of heat hit her already scalding pussy. Rubbing a still sticky hand along her dripping slit, she grew curious as to what it would feel like to have his mammoth piece in her. She also pondered what it would feel like to have him shoot off inside of her, his sperm overflowing, marking her.
The intoxication waned, and she felt disgusted and afraid of what she was doing. In the moment of clarity, she showered, washing her body free of his scummy goo, feeling disgusted the whole time.
Most of the disgust came from how she didn't really feel disgusted at all. She wondered at length what was wrong with her and how she could find such delight in her son's sexuality.
Stepping out of the shower, she decided that she would have to dispose of her uniform. The one which she had worn home would be ruined forever. Picking it up, she couldn't bring herself to toss it in the trash and hid it away in a trash bag.
She dried herself, resisting an undying urge to masturbate, and went to the living room. Opening the windows and cleaning the carpet, she was able to remove some of poignant fragrance from the room, as well as the large stain on the floor.
Never again, she mused silently as she watched TV. She would never take advantage of her son or his affliction again, no matter how horny she got, or how beautiful he was.
To be continued...