﻿Blue (Pan)

by Pan



Published: 2017-12-02
Updated: 2023-08-12
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:07:34
Chapters: 4
Words: 8,352
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/BluePan/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: Rick’s mother helps him with a peculiar medical issue.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4



	Chapter 1

“What do you mean it’s blue?”

“Exactly that. I mean it’s…blue.”

Richard was trying very hard not to make eye-contact with his mother. It was by far the most awkward conversation he’d ever been a part of, and her reaction wasn’t making it any easier.

“Rick, it can’t be blue. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Mom, can you just…make me an appointment?”

Jennifer pursed her lips and gave her son a strange look. She had no idea what he was getting at—perhaps this was a cry for attention, or a way of bringing up questions about his changing body…but no, he was eighteen. He’d long outgrown all of that.

“I’m not going to waste the doctor’s time with something like this. You can’t be serious.”

“Mom!”

It was all Richard could do not to stamp his foot. His mother still treated him like he was ten years old, and it seemed that there was nothing he could do to make her treat him like the grown man he’d become.

“Here,” Jennifer said impulsively, grabbing a small tupperware container from the cupboard under the sink. “Take this into the bathroom, fill it up, and bring it out. If it’s really blue, I’ll take you to the doctor.”

“Mom!”

Richard boggled at her. As if it hadn’t been embarrassing enough, having this kind of conversation with his mother at _all_ , now she wanted him to go and…to go and _masturbate_? While she waited in the next room over?

He met her eyes, and within a few seconds, he realized she meant it.

With a sigh, he reached out his hand and took the container. If this was the only way his mother was going to believe him, what choice did he have?

As the door closed behind him, Jennifer shook her head. She couldn’t believe he was so committed to the lie. If he didn’t come out in a few minutes and admit that he’d been making it all up, she’d have to…well, she wasn’t sure what she would do.

* * *

In the bathroom, Richard sat on the toilet and stared at the plastic container in his hand. He needed to go see a doctor, that much was clear—when he’d seen it the other night, he’d freaked out. Not that the teen boy was typically in the habit of examining his own cum, but as he was cleaning up, he would have had to be blind not to notice something was different.

Instead of the watery, milky-white substance that he normally emitted after a late-night masturbation session, his semen had come out blue.

A bright, vibrant blue.

He’d stared it in shock for more than a few minutes, before making the conscious decision to switch off his brain and not think about it. He’d cleaned it up as normal, then lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in shock until tiredness overtook him and he drifted into a strange, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, he’d opened the garbage can he kept beside his bed and found the tissue.

He hadn’t been imagining it. It was blue.

“This can’t be happening,” he’d muttered to himself, and just to be sure, jerked off again. And again, and again, and again. Fortunately it was a Saturday morning, else he would have been well and truly late for school, or at least interrupted by his sister, sent in to wake him up.

Each time he jerked off, it was the same result. His cum was blue as the sky on a cloudless day.

He’d sat on it for a few days, done some internet research, tried abstaining and then jerking off again, but nothing helped. Richard didn’t understand why, but his cum was bright blue, and nothing on the internet could help explain why.

And so, almost a week after he’d first noticed the phenomenon in his pants, Richard had approached his mother.

And now here he was.

With a sigh, he pulled out his cock and began running his hand up and down. Yes, presenting his own mother with a tupperware container full of cum would be one of the strangest events of his life, but…well, if his balls were radioactive, or he had some kind of weird parasite, that was something he needed to know.

* * *

Jennifer couldn’t believe it when her son came out, completely avoiding eye-contact, and handed her a warm tupperware container of an eggy blue liquid.

It couldn’t be…he couldn’t…

She gingerly took it and removed the lid.

“What is this?”

Her son’s mumble didn’t help clarify the matter, and she decided not to make him repeat himself. He was desperately trying to look at anything aside from the sight of his mother peering over the top of her glasses, closely inspecting his freshly-produced cum.

As she lifted her other hand to the container, he couldn’t look away.

“Mom!” he said worriedly, but she waved his concern away, and—to his horror—slowly dipped one finger into the freshly-produced sample.

“Warm,” she said, staring at it like a scientist who had just discovered a new element. “What is this?”

“I told you,” he said, wishing that just once, his mother would take his word on something. “It’s my…”

“It can’t be,” she said, as if in a trance. “It’s so…”

“Blue,” he said, finishing her sentence. “Just like I said.”

Removing her finger, Richard’s mother brought it to her mouth. Poking her tongue out, she carefully touched it to the blue substance, licking it off until her digit was completely clean.

“Wow,” she said. “Whatever this is, it tastes amazing.”

“I told you what it was,” Richard said in horror. “Mom, please, I’m not lying…”

“Oh please,” she said dismissively. “I’ve tasted cum, and this tastes nothing like it.”

“But Mom…”

“Shhh,” she said, bringing the tupperware container to her mouth, tilting it up until Richard’s cum was flowing directly between her lips. She hungrily swallowed it down, and when it was empty, cleaned the corners out with her mouth.

With a surprised burp, Jennifer suddenly realized what she’d done.

“Richard,” she said, as if noticing for the first time that her son was in the room. “What _was_ that?”

Feeling as he had the first time he’d seen his unusual emittance, Richard was staring vacantly at her, his brain in overload, completely unable to understand what was happening to him.

“My cum…” he mumbled, but this time his mother had no trouble understanding.

There was a long pause, as the mother and son stared at each other blankly.

“Are you sure?” Jennifer finally replied quietly, and Richard just nodded in response. “What did you do to it? Food dye?”

“That’s just how it came out,” he said, and as snapping out of her trance, his mother shook her head.

“No,” she said confidently. “That makes no sense.”

“It’s true,” Richard said, and his mother stared him directly in the eyes and responded.

“Prove it.”

* * *

_How did it come to this?_ Richard asked himself, his eyes squinted shut with embarrassment. It hadn’t taken long for his mother to convince him that the only way she was going to take him to a doctor’s, the only way she was going to believe him…was if he produced a fresh batch for her right now.

“In front of me,” she’d said, “so I know there’s no tricks.”

She hadn’t said a word about her strange behavior towards the last set of proof he’d provided her, and he certainly wasn’t going to bring it up. But he knew that he needed medical attention, and he could hardly blame his mother for refusing to believe him—his cum was blue. Who was going to believe that?

And so he’d swallowed down his awkwardness and shame, and—at his mother’s insistence—lowered his pants right there in the kitchen, pulling out his cock and giving it a few half-hearted pumps.

After a long period of nothing happening, his mother broke the silence.

“What’s wrong?”

_What’s wrong? I’m trying to jerk off in front of my mother, that’s what’s wrong._

“Nothing,” Richard responded, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it was already. “I’m just…”

“Oh, Rick…” his mother said with a sigh. “Let mommy help.”

Rick’s eyes opened wide with shock as his hand was replaced by his mother’s.

“Mom!” he said, opening his eyes to find her on her knees in front of him, slowly running one hand up and down his now rapidly-hardening member. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Language,” she said admonishingly. “Just sit back and let me take care of this, okay honey? We need to get to the bottom of whatever’s happening, and if this is the only way that we can prove what you’re saying is true, it’s what we need to do.

“Besides,” Jennifer added with a grin, “it’s clear that you needed a hand.”

Richard opened his mouth to respond, but after a few seconds closed it again. He didn’t know what he would have been able to say to convince his mother…and besides, her hand moving up and down his member _did_ feel pretty great…

Within a few seconds he was completely hard, and within a few minutes his mother’s hand had brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Mom,” he gasped, “I’m gonna cum…”

Jennifer started looking around for a suitable container, but before she could find anything, Richard’s cock began twitching, and soon it was pumping his bright blue cum out. The first string landed on her shocked face, and she instinctively opened her mouth, aiming the rest of his output directly into her mouth.

“Oh god…” she moaned, once her son’s orgasm was complete. He was staring down at her in shock, as she scooped up the remainder of the cum and began spooning it into her mouth. “Richard…”

“Mom!” he said, “What the hell?”

“Honey it tastes so good. Oh my god, I can’t believe that came out of my little baby boy. Oh my god, please…I need more…”

As she spoke, Jennifer began to sit up, moving her mouth closer to his cock. Before he could say a word, she’d slipped his flaccid penis inside her mouth and was frantically licking and sucking it, trying to get more of his blue cum inside her.

Richard considered trying to push her off him, but it was clear that she wouldn’t stop without a struggle, and he didn’t want to hurt her. After a few seconds, his cock began rising for the third time that day, and the pleasurably sensations caused by his mother’s mouth were enough to dissuade him from any thoughts of resistance.

It was clear that Richard’s mother was no stranger to giving head—she managed to take her son’s entire length down her throat with little effort, and as she bobbed up and down on his erection, she played with his balls and ran a finger up and down his leg, causing pleasurable tingles he didn’t even know were possible.

Despite it being his third orgasm of the day, Jennifer’s talented mouth brought him off in only fifteen minutes—as he came, she didn’t even see his cum, just looked up at him with desperate, lustful eyes as he pumped his seed deep into her throat.

When he was done, it was like the spell was broken. The older woman sat back in a daze, a puzzled look on her face, even as her tongue explored her mouth to ensure that she didn’t miss even a single drop of her son’s cum.

Finally, after a lengthy pause, Jennifer looked up at her 18-year old son as he was hurriedly trying to rebutton his pants.

“Richard,” she said earnestly. “…I think we need to get you to a doctor.”


	Chapter 2

Richard’s family doctor—Doctor Sanyal—was an Indian woman whom he had known his whole life. The teenager was terrible at estimating age, but she looked like she was around his mother’s age, give or take a couple of years.

As he stammered his way through an explanation of what was happening, her gaze grew more and more skeptical. By the time he was done, she looked more uncomfortable than he could ever remember seeing her.

“Richard,” she finally said, after a long pause. “May I speak to you alone?”

“I think I should stay,” Jennifer said defensively, but her son placed a hand on her arm.

“Mom, it’s okay.”

With a reluctant sigh, Jennifer left the room, throwing one last longing glance back as she did.

Once they were alone, Doctor Sanyal turned to her new patient, and gave him a gentle smile.

“Richard,” she said softly.

“Doctor?”

“Richard,” she repeated. “Is everything all right?”

_No,_ the young man wanted to shout. _My cum is blue, and my Mom sucked it out of me this morning!_

But he’d decided to leave that detail out of his recounting of the tale, so he simply shook his head.

The doctor reached out, placing a hand on his.

“Just so you know, this is a safe space. If there’s anything wrong at home, you can tell me. I promise you, I can help.”

Richard’s eyes widened. Technically, yes, his mother had sucked his cock, but it hadn’t been…well, it hadn’t been _forceful_.

He definitely didn’t feel assaulted.

As Richard weighed up how to respond, he realized that he’d been silent for a suspiciously long time, and the doctor’s gentle smile had turned into a look of concern.

“No,” he said again, shaking his head. “I promise. The only thing that’s wrong is that…well, it’s _blue_.”

Doctor Sanyal tilted her head to the side, and gave a brief nod.

“Okay,” she said. “I understand.”

Richard narrowed his eyes. Something in her tone suggested that she did not, in fact, understand, but she seemed like she was willing to help, and he was happy to do whatever it took to get the medical attention he so clearly needed.

“You do?”

“Of course,” she said soothingly. “It’s blue. What would you like to do about it?”

“Well, I mean…it shouldn’t be blue, right?”

“Every body is different,” Doctor Sanyal said slowly, as though the wrong word would cause a bomb to go off.

“Yeah, but cum isn’t…it’s not normally blue, is it?”

There was another long pause.

“No,” the doctor eventually admitted. “No, that’s not normal.”

The pair sat in silence for almost a minute. As the seconds ticked by, Richard felt increasingly like he was being humored, as though this was a technique from a psych book.

“I feel like you’re not taking me seriously,” he eventually blurted out, when the silence had grown too much to bear.

“Well,” the doctor repeated gently, “what would you like to do?”

“Can you run some tests, maybe?”

“What kind of tests?”

“I don’t know!” he exploded. “I’m not a doctor! Whatever kinds of tests you run when someone has a serious medical condition! Blood tests, or urine tests, or…I don’t know, sperm tests!”

Doctor Senyal sat passively as Richard ranted, tilting her head to the side when he was done.

“I’ll tell you what,” she responded after a moment of thought. “I’ll run some tests for you if you tell me a bit more about what’s wrong.”

“What’s _wrong_ is that my cum is blue,” Richard pleaded. Again, the doctor paused for a long time, before nodding.

“Okay,” she said. “Let me make some calls.”

“Thank you,” Richard said, collapsing back in his chair.

“I’m going to go to my office,” Doctor Senyal said, making her way across the room. “I’m going to ask you to stay in here while I do.”

“Of course,” Richard said with a wave. “Whatever you say.”

* * *

It was almost thirty minutes before the doctor returned, and when she did, she wasn’t alone.

“This is a colleague of mine,” she said. “Doctor Waldstreicher.”

Accompanying Richard’s doctor was a blonde woman, who looked like she was only a few years older than Richard. He stared at her, confused.

“Is she an expert?”

“Yes,” Doctor Senyal responded. “In a sense.”

“Please,’ Doctor Waldstreicher said. “Call me Chloe. Alisha invited me in because she was worried about you.”

“Yes,” Richard responded. “I’m worried too.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” she said, sitting down and flipping down a notebook. For the second time that morning, Richard told the story of his day, omitting only the part where his mother drank his cum and subsequently sucked his cock.

“I see,” she said, looking up at him. To Richard’s shock, he felt a stirring in his cock. Talking about such sexual things to such an attractive woman…despite cumming three times that morning and countless times the previous night, he felt as though he could have gotten off on the spot.

“And you say your mother saw the…blue?”

“Yes,” he said, his cheeks flushing red as he answered. “She didn’t believe me either.”

“I’m going to go talk to your mother,” Doctor Waldstreicher said.

“I’m sorry,” Richard interrupted. “But isn’t there a test or something that you can do?”

“It’s not that simple,” the blonde doctor replied with a smile. “But I promise you, we’re going to do everything we can to help.”

With that, she left Richard in the room with Doctor Senyal, who continued giving him a small, pity-filled smile.

* * *

“I want to see my son!”

“Mom?”

Richard and the doctor had been halfway through an extremely awkward conversation about his grades when he heard his mother’s panicked voice in the hallway.

“We’re still talking to him,” he heard Chloe say in a firm voice, and then the sound of the door rattling. Doctor Senyal threw him a guilty look.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air. “Let her in!”

“We’re handling this,” Chloe said, and while Richard couldn’t make out his mother’s response, he knew that she wasn’t happy.

The sound of the conversation faded away, and a few moments later, the door opened, and Doctor Waldstreicher returned. Her demeanor showed no sign she’d just been in a verbal disagreement; the blonde doctor was completely composed, a calm look on her face.

“Your mother confirmed your story,” she said.

“Of course she did!” Richard said incredulously. “I told you, it’s true. It doesn’t make any sense, and it’s as confusing as hell, but it’s true.”

“Why don’t you tell us the story again,” Chloe said, pulling out her notebook again. “From the start.”

“No! Why don’t you actually _do_ something about it? What kind of doctor are you, anyway?”

There was a long pause, and the two doctors threw each other a quick glance before Doctor Waldstreicher responded.

“I’m a psychologist,” she said.

Richard stared at her, before turning his confused expression to Doctor Senyal.

“…why would you bring a psychologist in to deal with my blue semen?” he asked, before the coin dropped, and he fell backwards into his seat again.

“Richard…”

“Oh,” he said flatly. “You think I’m crazy. And you probably think my Mom is crazy, too.”

“No one thinks you’re crazy,” Doctor Senyal said. “We’re just worried about you.”

Richard sighed.

“Is there anything I could do to convince you? What if I came in a petri dish or something?”

Again, the doctors exchanged a glance, before turning their attention back to him.

“Richard,” Chloe said, speaking slowly and deliberately. “No one thinks you’re crazy. We just want to make sure that everything is okay. Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?”

“I’m serious,” he said, acutely aware of the note of desperation in his voice. “Please. Just…let me show you.”

Doctor Senyal cleared her throat, and Chloe nodded at her.

“You can go,” she said. “I’ll take it from here.”

“Thanks, Chloe.”

Richard watched as his family doctor left, leaving him alone with a stranger who clearly thought he was insane.

“If you really think it’ll help,” she said, “you can masturbate.”

“What?”

“It seems to be very important to you to masturbate in front of a doctor, and…well, Doctor Senyal called me in because at this point, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Richard barked out a short laugh at that.

“You won’t be saying that in a minute.”

“But if I let you masturbate, you have to promise to answer some questions for me.”

“Yes,” Richard said. “Anything.”

“Okay,” Doctor Waldstreicher replied, sitting back and giving Richard the most dispassionate look he’d ever seen. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Richard’s face turned red as he realized what the doctor was expecting.

“I can go behind a screen,” he said nervously.

“Whatever makes you comfortable,” she replied completely flatly.

When Richard returned a few minutes later, he had a handful of his own emission. He’d never tried to catch his cum before, but he’d managed to avoid getting any on any of the medical equipment.

For the first time since he’d met her, Doctor Waldstreicher looked slightly taken aback, but it was only a few seconds before she’d regained her composure.

“Ah ha,” she said, glancing only briefly at the seed he was holding. “So this is it, is it?”

“Yes,” he said. “ _Now_ do you believe me?”

“Of course,” she said comfortingly, making steady eye contact with him. “Now, do you mind washing your hands so we can talk?”

“What??”

“We had a deal, remember? After you masturbated, you’d answer some questions.”

Richard looked at her for several seconds, stunned, before resigning himself to his situation.

“…fine,” he said, and washed his hands in Doctor Senyal’s sink.

After fifteen minutes of answering the psychologist’s questions, Richard was starting to get antsy. She kept on writing down his every answer, focusing on his relationship with his family (positive), his father (non-existent), his sister (standard sibling rivalry), and his mother.

As frustrating as her disbelief in his story was, Richard had to admit that she was perceptive. After the third question about his mother, she’d realized something was wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he lied.

“Okay,” she said smoothly. “We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about.”

“I don’t not want to talk about it,” he lied again. “It’s just that nothing is…y’know. Wrong.”

Doctor Waldstreicher lowered her glasses, and blinked twice.

“How about we make another deal,” she said calmly.

“What?”

“You can go behind the screen and masturbate again, and in return, you tell me what’s really going on with your mother.”

Richard wanted to bury his head in his hands. He wanted to sink into the floor, and never come out.

Maybe he really was crazy. Semen didn’t just turn blue…it made no sense.

But if he was crazy, so was his Mom.

God, maybe they _were_ both crazy. Maybe that morning had been some kind of shared delusion—nothing about it made sense, after all. And the doctor had just _seen_ his cum, and not even blinked.

Maybe he was losing it. What his mother had done…what _he’d_ done in front of her…to her…

Those weren’t the actions of a sane family, after all.

“I’ll be honest,” he said with a sigh. If he was crazy, being honest with a psychologist was the single best way to find out.

Of course, if he _wasn’t_ crazy…

“On one condition,” he said, his head snapping up, his eyes meeting Doctor Waldstreicher’s.

“What’s that?” she asked calmly.

“This time, I don’t masturbate behind the screen.”

“Very well,” she replied, not missing a beat. “I’m going to ask that you stay on the other side of the room, however.”

“Sure thing, doc.”

Richard expected his fifth orgasm of the day to be more difficult, or at least take longer. But it was no more than ten minutes later before he found himself climaxing once more, shooting his blue seed into his chest once more.

He stared at it for almost ten seconds as he recovered from his orgasm, panting heavily.

Either it was blue, or he’d completely lost his grip on reality.

“You see it too, right?” he asked, looking up.

To his surprise, Doctor Waldstreicher wasn’t on the other side of the room. She had stood up and was slowly moving towards him, staring at his semen—actually _seeing_ it, this time—a fascinated look in her eyes.

“God,” she said breathlessly. “It’s so… _blue_ …”

* * *

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	Chapter 3

Richard stared at the doctor, agape.

“…of course it’s blue,” he snapped. “I…what the _hell_ did you think it was last time?”

“Your cum really is blue…” Doctor Waldstreicher said, continuing to move towards the half-naked young man.

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been trying to tell you this for more than an hour now.”

“This is most unusual…”

The doctor was standing over him now, staring at his seed, completely enthralled.

“What,” Richard said, pausing between each few words “the _fuck_ , did you think, I was trying, to tell you?”

“We thought you’d been abused,” the blonde doctor said, reaching out to touch the gooey liquid sliding down her patient’s chest. “Can I taste it?”

“No,” Richard said forcefully, and—for the first time since he’d cum—Doctor Waldstreicher actually looked at him. Him, not just his blue offering. “No! Not until you answer some damn questions.”

“Of course,” the doctor said, nodding. “Anything.”

“What do you mean you thought I’d been _abused_?”

“When a young man comes in to tell stories of sexual abnormalities like this, it’s often a cry for help.”

Doctor Waldstreicher was speaking quickly, her eyes darting down to the cum on his chest as she did.

“You thought my _Mom_ was abusing me?”

“We did,” she admitted. “The way she was hovering over you, the…unusual details of your request.”

Richard narrowed his eyes.

“So why did Doctor Senyal bring _you_ in?”

“I’m a clinical psychiatrist with a specialty in sexual…matters.”

“Like abuse?”

“Yes,” she answered, licking her lips. Her attention was, once more, more on the cum on Richard’s chest than on his face.

“Up here,” he said, snapping his fingers. “So do _you_ know what’s going on?”

“Not at all,” she said. “I thought that by allowing you to masturbate and then ignoring your output, I’d be able to ensure you saw me as asexually as possible. The last thing I wanted was to be an object of desire or a sexual threat.”

“Well, great,” Richard said sarcastically. “You thought I was making it up for attention.”

“That’s not…—”

Richard held up one hand, and the doctor fell silent.

“ _Now_ do you believe me?”

“Yes,” Doctor Waldstreicher nodded frantically. “Very much so.”

He sighed.

“So what do we do next?”

“I think…”

She hesitated.

“What?”

“I think I should taste it.”

“You think you should _taste_ it?”

“Yes,” the blonde woman said, running her tongue around her mouth once more. “To, um…”

Richard stared at her, one eyebrow raised.

“Please?” she asked, and he gave up, slumping back in his chair.

“Go ahead,” he groaned. Maybe if he let Doctor Waldstreicher have her fill, she’d calm down like his mother had, and actually be able to help.

The young professional moaned with pleasure as her tongue explored the teenager’s chest, slurping up all the cum she could see. When she was done, the sounds of her arousal had gotten him hard again, and she was staring at his cock excitedly.

“May I?” she asked, with the tone of someone asking if they could have the last slice of cake.

“Sure,” Richard grunted. Five hours ago, he’d never had a blowjob—he was about to have his second.

At least this one wasn’t from his mother.

Within a few minutes, his was groaning with pleasure as he shot another load down Doctor Waldstreicher’s throat. She swallowed it happily, and sat back, content.

“Wow,” she said, a huge smile on her face. “That really is something.”

“Uh huh,” Richard replied. He supposed he should have been more excited about the fact that every woman around him wanted to give him head, but he was too distracted by the potential medical disaster he was in the middle of to appreciate it. “Can we get my Mom back in?”

“Of course,” the doctor nodded. “I’ll get her myself.”

As soon as Richard’s mother entered, she rushed to his side.

“My poor baby,” she cooed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” he sighed. “Doctor Waldstreicher has tasted it too.”

His mother’s eyes lit up. “Isn’t it _fantastic_?” she gushed, and the blonde woman nodded.

“It’s so good,” the doctor replied. “You must be so proud of your son…”

“I am,” she nodded, and the two women smiled at him lovingly.

“Mom! C’mon. Let’s focus up. We need a plan here. Doctor Waldstreicher…are you a regular doctor, or just a shrink?”

“I have a medical degree, if that’s what you mean.”

“Great,” he said with a sigh. “So what do you think is happening with my cum?”

A worried look appeared on the blonde doctor’s face.

“I have no idea,” she admitted. “Really. This isn’t like anything we learned at medical school.”

“Then _please_ , can we run some tests?”

“Of course. It’s just…”

Richard sighed.

“What?”

“We’ll need Doctor Senyal for that.”

Rolling his eyes, Richard gestured to the door. “Bring her in,” he said, his voice heavy. “Let’s get her up to speed.”

It took almost half an hour for Doctor Waldstreicher to convince her colleague that yes, Richard’s cum really was blue. The Indian doctor was skeptical, but after Richard came twice—once into a petri dish, which she quickly licked clean (as the other two women watched jealously) and once directly down her throat, she agreed that testing the odd substance was the next step.

“One problem,” Richard’s mother said.

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Richard interrupted. “And it’s weird. No matter how many times I cum, I always seem to be able to go again. It’s like I have an unlimited supply.”

The three women’s eyes lit up at the last two words, and it took his mother a few moments to collect her thoughts and continue.

“Not that, darling,” she said. “No, I’m worried about Doctor Senyal.”

“Me?”

The Indian woman looked confused.

“I promise,” she said earnestly, “I would never do anything to endanger your son.”

“No no,” the middle-aged woman responded. “It’s not that. I know that you’re loyal to Richard.”

Richard narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

His mother continued, ignoring his query. “No, my concern is…well, I don’t know how you’re going to test it.”

“It’s really quite simple,” she said. “The machines will…”

Richard’s mother held up one hand, and Doctor Senyal fell quiet.

“Not that side of things,” she continued. “I just don’t think you can be trusted with a sample.”

The two other women nodded knowingly. Richard screwed up his nose.

“What? Why not?”

“She’s right,” Doctor Senyal nodded. “I…I don’t trust myself with it either.”

Richard stared at the three women, completely lost. “What are you talking about? Do you think she’s going to lose it? Sell it?”

“No,” Doctor Waldstreicher said. “She’s loyal. I trust her.”

“What are you all talking about? Why do you keep saying she’s loyal?”

Richard’s mother sat beside him, and put one hand on his arm.

“Honey, it’s hard to explain. As soon as I swallowed your seed, I knew. I _knew_ that I would do whatever it took to keep you safe.”

The two doctors nodded.

“Yes, but you’re my mother.”

She shook her head.

“It’s more than that. Your cum. It…it did something to me, honey. It made me _yours_. Not just because I love you—though I do, Richard, I promise. Something more than that. I’m yours, now and forever. As soon as I swallowed your seed, straight from the source, I knew. And the doctors are the same way. I just know it.”

Richard blinked twice. The three women standing in front of him watched him, serious looks on their faces. He swallowed slowly.

“You all feel this way?”

“Yes,” they answered, all at once.

“You’re all…mine?”

“Yes.”

“So…you’ll obey me?”

Richard’s mother smiled, and two doctors soon followed suit. “Well, no,” she answered lightly. “It’s not quite as simple as that.”

“What if I told you that if you don’t obey me, you’ll never get…you’ll never have my cum again?”

“I suppose that would work,” she said with a smile. “If I believed you.”

“I’m serious,” he protested, and his mother patted him on the arm.

“Okay, Richard. I’m sure you are. Now, we really need to work out how we can solve this.”

“Mo-om,” Richard whined, immediately realizing that his tone probably wasn’t helping him be taken more seriously.

“Richard, just calm down. The doctors and I are talking.”

“Fine,” Richard said, rolling his eyes and falling back into the chair, listening as the three women in front of him discussed how to deal with his seed.

“Now, we can’t leave you alone with it.”

“Right.”

“And we obviously can’t let anyone else see it. Not unless we let them into the fold, that is.”

All three women frowned at the idea. It was clear that none of them welcomed the idea of further competition.

“So it seems like we’re stuck.”

“Why can’t Doctor Senyal be trusted with a sample?” Richard asked.

The three women briefly made eye-contact, but it was Doctor Waldstreicher who was the first to speak up.

“I do a lot of work with addiction,” she began. “It’s a fascinating subject, really. We treat it like drugs are these magical things, that anyone who does heroin will start selling their body for their next hit.

“Really, though, it’s a biological thing. When I have a beer or a glass of whisky, it’s just a drink. But to alcoholics, it lights them up. It takes over their brain, makes them want to do _anything_ to have more.”

“Okay…” Richard responded, looking at the doctor strangely. She licked her lips and continued.

“Heroin, cigarettes, cocaine—to some people, they’re highly addictive. To others, they’re just a fun way to spend an evening. That’s why smoking often runs in families—if your parents are the kind of to get addicted to smoking, so are you.”

“Doctor Waldstreicher,” Richard said patiently. “What does this have to do with the…blue?”

“It’s the only way I can think to explain it,” she replied, her eyes flicking down to his crotch. “Your cum—it seems to light up the brain like nothing else I’ve ever seen. God, just thinking about having more is giving me a thrill. And if I had a dish of it, I…I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I’d have to taste it.”

Richard blinked twice, taking in the blonde doctor’s words.

“So if Doctor Senyal took a sample…”

“It’d be down my throat before it got anywhere near a machine,” the Indian doctor admitted. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”

Richard took a deep breath.

“Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” he said slowly. “This is just…it’s a lot to take in, y’know?”

“Of course, dear. Would you like a nice relaxing blowjob?”

Richard rolled his eyes.

“Go on,” he said, and his mother squealed with joy as she dropped to her knees. The other two women looked disappointed, and more than a little jealous.

“You too,” he added, and it wasn’t long before he was painting the three women’s faces blue.

To his surprise, his mother had been right—the triple blowjob _had_ relaxed him, and he had an idea.

“Doctor Senyal,” he said, and the Indian woman looked up at him attentively. “I’m going to give you two options.”

“Okay…”

“If you manage to run a sample, I’ll let you come and spend an entire day blowing me. All day, whenever you like, I’ll…I’ll cum down your throat. Just you.”

The other women pouted at the idea, while Doctor Senyal was practically salivating.

“But,” he warned, “if you don’t test the sample…you’ll be cut off. Forever.”

The doctor paled.

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped, and he nodded.

“My health is at stake, and if you can’t help me…you won’t be worthy.” he said. “A doctor who can’t even keep her Hippocratic oath…—”

“Actually,” Doctor Waldstreicher interrupted, “we don’t take that any more.”

Richard shot her a glare and continued.

“A doctor who can’t even treat a patient? Do you think such a person deserves my…my…”

“No,” Doctor Senyal said softly. “You’re right.”

“So what do you say?”

“I’ll run the sample,” she nodded quietly.

“Good,” the teenage boy said. “Let’s try to work out what the fuck is happening.“

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	Chapter 4

Even with the doctor feverishly determined to get answers for her new patient as quickly as possible, Richard was surprised to learn that test results took time, and so he went home with his mother to wait overnight.

Before leaving, he gave Doctor Waldstreicher one more sample—to keep her satiated until they returned—and assured her that he’d see her tomorrow. Doctor Senyal was already on her way to the lab.

To earn her reward.

When they pulled into the garage, Richard let his mother blow him once more. His sister was home, and he wasn’t sure if they’d get a chance to be alone that evening. He was confident his mother would be fine—if the doctors could last overnight, she definitely could—but he wanted to play it safe.

And, well…he’d already done so much. It wasn’t hard to justify another blowjob.

Before long, he was cumming down his mother’s throat. She had a satisfied look on her face as she followed him into the house.

“Hey dweebus,” his sister Melissa said good-naturedly. She was a year older than him, and they’d always gotten along.

For a moment, Richard wondered what would happen if he just pulled his cock out and started jerking off in front of her. She’d probably be freaked out, but when their mother didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t know what to do.

She’d just watch as he came, and then, like his mother and the two doctors...she’d be his.

He shook his head. No. No, those had been accidents. Or necessary evils. He’d _had_ to show them, to get a diagnosis.

Melissa was still free. She had no idea what was going on. And if he was careful, they could keep it that way.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. Richard’s sister, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss. Even though their mother was being less than subtle—throwing him occasional lustful glances, making suggestive comments, and finding any excuse she could to touch her son—Melissa didn’t react.

He supposed that if the situation had been reversed, he wouldn’t have been likely to jump straight to the conclusion that his mother now belonged to his sister.

There was only one hiccup: his mother’s flirtations were…working.

Richard was grateful that he’d taken advantage of their last moments together to get head. His seemingly infinite supply of semen was a double-edged sword, as it turned out: he could provide as much cum as anyone wanted...but whenever he didn’t, he could feel it beginning to build up.

Worse, the longer he went without cumming, the easier it was to see everything as sexual. Not just his mother’s actions, either—as he watched his sister eat a banana, he couldn’t help but imagine her doing something similar with his cock. Parting her soft pink lips, sucking on the tip, running her tongue up and down his shaft.

By the time dinner was done, Richard was starting to lose it. Every time his mother ‘accidentally’ brushed her hand over his crotch, he felt like he was going to stain his pants blue. And the most innocent action from his sister—like bending over to pick up a napkin—sent a jolt of electricity through him.

As the meal wound down, Richard declared that he was going to bed for an early night. His mother shot him a suggestive look; even though he knew it was a bad idea, he nodded.

She’d be joining him in his room as early as possible, he was sure of it.

Richard was surprised that it took his mother almost forty minutes to softly knock on his bedroom door and let himself in. He’d already jerked off three times, and her eyes lit up at the sight of his stomach, coated with blue semen.

Normally he’d clean up his emissions, but he’d expected his mother to come in at any minute, and knew that she’d be more than happy to take care of that for him. Sure enough, she scurried over to the bed as quickly as possible, enthusiastically using her tongue to wipe up the mess.

It only took a few minutes before she was done; her mouth was stained with the unusual color of his seed, and her eyes were hazy with lust.

“There’s more where that came from,” Richard said, wincing as soon as the sentence left his mouth. His mother didn’t seem to mind his corny line, however, moving her mouth up until it met his erection.

“Fuck,” she moaned, sliding her son’s cock into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked on him, and Richard knew it wouldn’t be long until he came for the fourth time in an hour.

He leaned back against the headboard, watching his mother suck his cock. She had a beautiful mouth, and she seemed to really enjoy giving head. Had she been this enthusiastic with his father—or other men—or was it just his unusual cum that caused this reaction?

After a few minutes, his mother swallowed his latest load, then pulled away from him, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She looked at him with a lusty expression.

“You know,” she purred. “We don’t have to stick to third base.”

Richard raised his eyebrows. The thought had crossed his mind—several times, in fact, as he’d been pleasuring himself—but he hadn’t thought that his mother would be the one to suggest it.

What they’d done so far was...well, he knew it was wrong. No mother should taste her son’s cum. No mother should look at her own flesh and blood with the lust that Jennifer had.

She definitely shouldn’t be sneaking into his room to blow him before they slept.

But...sex? Actual, like, penis-in-vagina sex? That was crossing a whole new line.

“We shouldn’t,” he finally said.

“Why not?” Jennifer pouted.

“It might not be safe,” Richard replied, choosing what he thought was the most pressing answer. “I mean, we don’t know what’s causing...this. You probably shouldn’t be putting it in your body at all, let alone...”

He gestured between his mother’s legs. She’d undressed for bed; she was still wearing the t-shirt she’d worn to the doctor’s, but nothing below the waist except a pair of white panties

“At least until we get the test results back,” he concluded lamely. “Until we know what’s happening.”

Richard’s mother didn’t say anything in response. Instead, she just ran her hands lightly over his thighs, until resting one of them on his erection. Her son’s erection.

“It’s a shame,” she said with a sigh. “I think I could make you very happy.”

The teenager’s cock twitched at his mother’s words, but he shook his head again.

“We shouldn’t,” he protested.

“But it would feel so good,” his mother said, rubbing her thumb over his exposed glans. “It’d be so easy to...to just use it. To let you inside me.”

She slid her hand further up his shaft, then brought her fingers to her mouth. Richard’s precum was also blue, he’d been surprised to notice.

His mother licked her index finger clean, then slipped it into her mouth. She kept her eyes locked on her son’s, licking her lips with the same sensual gesture she’d used when cleaning his stomach. Her other hand continued stroking his cock.

“We could make each other feel so good,” she whispered, looking down at him. He was naked, having stripped off as soon as he’d gotten into his bedroom.

“We can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “We can’t risk it.”

“You’re such a worrywort,” his mother said, leaning forward. “So cautious...”

Richard’s breath caught in his throat as his mother kissed him for the first time, her tongue sliding past his lips. He didn’t resist as she pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him as her mouth continued to work her magic on his.

Her lips were warm and wet, and he found himself kissing her back eagerly. Her hand slid up his thigh, until it rested on his balls.

“So delicious,” she muttered, a frenzied look in her eyes. “It would feel so good inside me...”

“Mom,” Richard warned, but she wasn’t listening. Her hand began stroking his cock again, expertly manipulating his member as she licked and sucked on his lips.

Just as he was about to cum, she stopped. “Mo-om!” he whined, but Jennifer just shot him a wicked look.

Before he knew what was happening, she’d shifted her body, bringing her pussy to his hard cock. Richard’s cock was throbbing, and he needed release, but he knew he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. He _wouldn’t_.

“Stop,” he gasped, but he didn’t resist as his mother aimed his hardness at her pussy, moved her panties to the side, and slowly impaled herself on him. Both the family members felt it in every cell of their body as Richard’s length entered his mother’s depths.

They stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring at each other, his mother’s eyes wild with lust, his own filled with shock.

Then, with a gasp, his mother began to move.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “That feels so good...”

“No,” he said, pushing his hips upward. “Mom! We shouldn’t...we can’t...”

“Ohhhh god yes,” his mother groaned. “Please...fuck me...I need it...so much...so fucking good...ohh fuck yesssss...”

Richard had never heard his mother talk like this. He’d never seen her act like this. He felt completely overwhelmed—the day had been so busy, so confusing. He’d never expected it to end with him losing his virginity.

To his _mother_.

But it was impossible to deny; that was what was happening. His mother’s lithe body moved against his, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. She was taking his virginity. He was giving it to her. He was fucking his own mother.

And it felt _incredible_.

Richard couldn’t remember ever feeling so turned on. It was as if his entire body was flooded with liquid heat, as if he was being consumed by fire. His cock was on the verge of exploding, and he was acutely aware of his mother’s trembling body as she rode him. His mother’s eyes were wide open, her pupils dilated with lust.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh fuck yes...you’re so big...so deep inside me...I’m gonna cum again...ohhh...oh fuck...”

This was his first time seeing a woman orgasm. This was his first time _making_ a woman orgasm. His mother was cumming on his dick, again and again, her juices coating his shaft as she shuddered and cried out.

It was too much for Richard. He was barely holding on, but he’d managed to hold back. Just a little longer, he told himself. Until...

Well, he wasn’t sure what he was holding out for. Ideally, his mother to come to her senses, to stop. But the look in her eyes told him that wasn’t happening any time soon. She was gone, lost to the lust she now felt for her son.

Lost to whatever his blue seed had done to her.

Richard felt his orgasm building, and knew that it was too late to stop it. He’d been holding back for so long, and his mother was so hot...

“Mommmmy,” he groaned, as his cock erupted inside her. His mother was still moaning and panting, her body convulsing around his shaft, her pussy milking him as she came.

“Yesssss,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her eyes unfocused. “Fucking fill me up...fill my cunt...make me yours...”

Her words were slurred, and her body was still wracked with spasms, her pussy squeezing his cock with a rhythmic rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, closing her eyes. “Oh, honey...you’re so good at this...so much better than your father...”

Richard couldn’t speak. He was still too stunned, too shocked by what he’d just done. By what they’d just done.

Two things happened at once: his mother opened her eyes, and the door to Richard’s bedroom opened, and he couldn’t work out which was more alarming.

Standing at the door was his sister, a look of pure shock on her face at the sight of her mother straddling her brother.

But when he looked at his mother to see what her reaction was, he noticed that her iris had turned bright blue—the exact color of his cum.

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