Lying naked on my bed, sporting an erection that I had been caressing idly in anticipation of Consuela's arrival, I smiled to hear my door open and someone enter. Losing my legs in the accident had made my life difficult in so many ways, but it was the loss of my balls and damage to my diminutive cock that had crushed my youthful spirit. Fortunately my university research had given me the skills and access to the resources I needed to reverse that cruel emasculation.
The experimental serum that I developed and tested on myself had not only worked amazingly well, regrowing my balls and repairing my cock, but had magnified these too by a factor of four. My three-inch shaft was now twelve in length, and a formidable eight in girth, beautiful to behold, and indeed also to hold, although perhaps a little problematic in practice. My balls too were huge, the size of peaches, and capable of producing a marvellous quantity of cum.
I had expected some growth of my genitals, but not quite so much, but I certainly wasn't complaining. It was far better to be excessive in size and quantity, than deficient. Far better to be able to wrap both hands about my mighty shaft than to see it disappear within one. And what joy there was in the epic fountains of cum that splashed across Consuela's breasts and face, and into her mouth.
Poor Consuela, my twice-weekly maid, a happily married mother of three, old enough to be my mother. She just wanted to do her job and go home to her family. She didn't want to be my whore. But she was. From the moment she first saw my magnificent new cock, bare and erect, throbbing with arousal from the scent of her, she was hooked. A slave to my lustful desire for her.
Her mouth and hands and tits had given me great pleasure during her previous visits. The smell of her pussy was a clear and exciting memory for me, and I was eager this time not merely to lick the juice from her wet folds and feel her squirm as I sucked on her clit, but also at last to penetrate that sweetness with my new cock. It was time I used it as God intended, and had my helpless maid fuck herself senseless on it. She would go home to her beloved husband with my cum deep inside her cunt.
"Andy?"
The voice was not my maid's. It was my mum's. Tremulous and shocked. I looked round in horror, and saw her staring at me from the bedroom doorway. She was the last person I wanted to see right now. "Mum!" I shouted, about to demand she leave when I saw the way she was staring at my erect cock, as if she also was desperate to leave me alone but couldn't tear herself away.
My erection showed no inclination of subsiding. If anything, my cock pulsed with even greater eagerness. As if I lusted over my own mother.
"How..." she started to ask, but was too distracted to finish. "It's so big," she said after a minute.
Behind her, the apartment door opened and Consuela entered. She and my mother stared at each other in confusion, then looked at me for explanation. On a wicked impulse, I looked at my mum and said, "Take your coat off. Come and sit beside me on the bed."
She did so, with clear reluctance, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment, her gaze drawn inexorably to my cock. She sat on the bed where my knees would be if I still had them, close enough for her to put her hand on my cock - but she didn't dare. "Put some clothes on, Andy," she pleaded, but I ignored her.
To Consuela I said, "Don't mind my mother," and Consuela nodded unhappily.
My mum's eyes widened in disbelief as Consuela undressed herself then pulled on high-heeled ankle boots and yellow rubber gloves. "Why is she doing that?"
"Because I ordered her to," I said. "Stroke my cock while we watch her clean."
"What? No!" She looked at me, shocked. "Andy, what the hell is happening? And I told you: Put some clothes on!"
Her voice was stern, her words too, but her gaze was drawn helplessly to my erect cock, and almost of its own volition her hand reached out. Her palm brushed against my hard shaft and her fingers sought to encircle it, but failed. "So big," she murmured, caressing it gently.
My own mother was stroking my cock. The utter wrongness of this incestuous touch was almost magical in its eroticism. I was so excited that within seconds she brought me to climax, and I moaned in ecstasy as I convulsed within her firm grip. My cum burst out over my chest and belly in great long stripes, and I held up my hands to shield my face, so vigorous were the creamy jets.
It was a mess. "Oh wow," my mum said, her eyes wide in awe and bright with lust.
"Take your clothes off, Mum," I said, "and then lick me clean." She nodded eagerly, and hurried to obey. The two women were about the same age, but while Consuela's breasts were larger, my mother had a lithe sexuality that my maid lacked. Regular exercise kept her in shape, and her pink-dyed, shoulder-length hair gave her a youthful air.
As far as I knew, my parents were no longer having sex - with each other, at any rate. I had long suspected my dad of sleeping with one of his colleagues (perhaps more than one) and my mother's seeming indifference to this suspected infidelity suggested a lack of innocence on her part. When they visited me, maybe once a week, it was separately, my mum fussing about and checking that Consuela was cleaning the apartment properly, that I had plenty of the right sorts of food to eat, that I had clean clothes to wear... my dad asking awkwardly after my health and finances...
Clearly they both felt some misplaced guilt over my injury, which ultimately was my fault alone, but I had to wonder what my father would make of my mother reclining naked on my bed, while I too lay there naked. Naked, erect again, and cum-splashed. To Consuela, who was watching her enviously, I said, "There's a gift for you on the table there. I want you to wear it in your cunt while you clean the apartment."
