While Abby recuperated from her pleasure burst Jordan had to reassess his plan. Kissing Abby's pleasure palace and lapping up her juice box emissions had made him so horny. He really badly wanted to fuck Abby and show her his big hard cock. But thanks to the Veritas injection there were going to be no foundations holding up his skyscraper, in fact there was nothing but a small pup tent on his construction site. Why the fuck could he lie to his housekeeper, lab partner, mother and his father's personal assistant and get such a huge hard erection that they were awash in lust and orgasms, but when he really wanted to make love there was nothing but a floppy cock. Jordan was so embarrassed with his droopy dick that without thinking he said, "I don't know what's wrong I don't normally have this problem." Poor Jordan just didn't know when to stop. The "I don't know what's wrong." was a lie and blood started to flow to his under-performing manhood, but the "I don't usually have this problem" may have made him sound like less of a loser, but it was certainly the truth, of late he his lies had made him hard and hung - the Pinocchio of the donkey dicks. But now the truth just shrunk his dick even more.
Fortunately for Jordan, Abby was under the impression that his poor penile performance was due to the recent death of his father. She had no clue that the only way she would ever get a rock steady performance from Jordan's penis was when he was lying to her.
But being a nurturer, Abby quite liked Jordan's dicklet, she found it cute and having realized that he currently lacked the equipment required for a good fucking she did the next best thing. She went down on his fingerling. Without the slightest problem she swallowed his whole cock, it couldn't be called deep throating him, because it didn't go very deep. In fact, she could take his cock down her throat and lick the underside of his balls at the same time. It was the oddest sexual experience she had ever had. Jordan was moaning and squirming under her ministrations, she could tell he loved being licked under his balls and that he was about to blow but there was no sign of any growth or hardness in his cock. She moved up again and lollypopped his cocklet into her mouth. It was just like sucking someone boneless little finger, but the effect was spectacular. Jordan bucked and screamed, "That feels so fucking good." as he ejected a few drops of sperm into Abby's mouth who effortlessly swallowed the whole load in one little gulp.
Jordan wasn't lying. It had felt fucking wonderful, even better than the buckets of cum he had deposited in his mom and Edith the housekeeper. But then reality hit. It was so darn embarrassing, what must Abby think of him. Did she think he could never get it UP.
Veritas had struck Jordan in a new and very painful way.
Chapter 12
April 25, Monday 16
th
day with erectile malfunction
Jonathan's funeral was scheduled on Monday, as promised Jordan presented himself in Wellesley before eight thirty. Despite ever increasing misgivings about his own mother, he spent the whole day of his father's funeral at her side. Janice and three others spoke at the funeral, they all eulogized Jonathan Marshall, the bank president, father and husband. Jordan was glad he wasn't asked to speak. The funeral and wake were well attended. The whole affair was as dignified as it could be given the manner of Jonathan's death and the presence of the press photographers who all wanted photos from the funeral of the man who died with a massive erection caused by a rhino horn piercing his brain. Janice presented a strong upper lip to the press and took mental roll call of those present. Absentees were not easily forgiven and names of well-known dignitaries attending the funeral were easily dropped into future conversations.
For Jordan the funeral was doubly difficult. Not only had he lost his father, but his mother, Edith the housekeeper and Gina, who had all recently experienced the joys of his hard rampant cock were there, as was Barbara, his ex-fiancé who had injected him with the Veritas lie detector.
Edith was there with her husband and was looking her age. Her interactions with Jordan were completely normal. There was no visible indication that she had taken Jordan over her knees and spanked him before being drilled to multiple orgasms.
When she wasn't bossing him around at home and at the funeral Jordan's mother just ignored him - he was happy with that.
Gina was looking exceptionally hot, she could have been a French film star at a funeral - black pencil skirt, high heels and tailored black jacket. She gave Jordan a big condolence hug, and perhaps a little groin grind, Jordan wasn't sure. He couldn't believe that both he and his father had sampled the joys of Gina's long legs and the little bit of heaven found between them.
Finally, there was Barbara, Jordan did his best to find sometime alone with her so he could beg for forgiveness and ask her for a Veritas antiserum. Jordan would have no luck. Barbara managed to avoid him and that is why you will still be subjected to many adventures of Jordan's dick. The man whose cock grows when he lies was destined to spread his seed in many exciting receptacles, old and new.
After the funeral and wake an emotionally drained Jordan and Janice Marshall were home alone at last. Before he could escape back to his apartment. Janice surprised the hell out of her son.
"Jordan I am so tired and sore from all the stress. I need a good deep massage. You were so good last time. Please give me a massage."
Jordan was indignant, "Mom we just buried dad today, a massage would be inappropriate."
"What do you mean inappropriate? I just want a massage. You were the inappropriate one last time, you were the one who started it. You got a fucking massive boner, not me."
Jordan was astounded that his proper and snooty mother was swearing and willing to talk about their last "massage session". What he didn't realize was that his mother had been so sex-deprived for the last decade that his massage and the associated fucking had opened all kinds of floodgates in his mother and she had been constantly horny since their last encounter. She badly needed another round with his cock.
Fortunately for her Janice brought out the worst in her son. "Mom leave me alone. I just randomly get these erections. They mean nothing. There is nothing I can do about it. I don't won't to massage you again and I didn't want to fuck you." Jordan's Veritas lie detector immediately kicked into gear, two big lies in one go - His erections were due to the lies he told and were certainly not random and yes he had wanted to fuck his mother. The Veritas associated Pinocchio effect kicked-in and his cock grew and grew in both length, circumference and of course hardness. At the same time his confidence and lust grew in direct proportion with his cock.
"Mother, I am sick and tired of you bossing me around. You are not getting a massage from me tonight nor are you getting any of my cock (tonight?)" Jordan said slamming the door on the way out. Janice, his mother looked shocked and was perhaps more distraught at the absence of her son's cock than she was about her husband's death. Her dildo was going to get a thorough work out tonight, but that just wasn't the same as Jordon's monster cock. Not only did it hit areas of her pussy never explored before, but it was also obscenely wicked to be fucked by your wimpy son, turned dominant by his big cock.
Jordan found driving difficult, his cock kept getting in the way. He was severely tempted to turnaround and give his mother what she wanted, but somehow he overcame his lust and want, drove home, parked and took the elevator up to his apartment. His cock was still rampant and begging for some action.
Jordan's donkey dick would soon forget about its wants and needs for the moment the elevator door opened Jordan smelt trouble. His floor had the odor of a dirty uncleaned public toilet. He gingerly made his way to his apartment door. The source of the odor was clearly apparent. Someone or something had defecated and urinated all over his doormat. Red paint had been splashed all over the door and a large poster sized paper was nailed to the door. Letters cut out from newspapers and magazines were pasted on to the poster spelling out the following message
