This story contains interracial sex, elements of non-consent, incest and probably a few other taboos
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The aliens, Alpha One and Zeta Four, have a long running breeding experiment in progress with three subjects they selected months before. They caused the male offspring to mate with its mother. That mating impregnated the female subject.
On a subsequent visit, Alpha One was pleased to see that the female subject was sixteen weeks pregnant by her offspring. However, their understanding of female anatomy was incomplete. The complex hormones of the pregnant female spun out of control, causing her to want to continually mate even though they were reasonably sure she could not be bred while pregnant. Fearing termination by the all powerful Science Council because the experiment was spinning out of control, Alpha One agreed to Zeta Four's suggestion to let the female initiate the mating ritual whenever she wanted with whichever of the males she wanted. Even both of them simultaneously if she wanted. Because they realized the incestuous nature of the mating was against there societal constructs, they reinforced the hypnotic suggestion to forget the mating afterward.
Unfortunately, they failed to understand the impact of the increased hormones on people around the subjects. As the make their way back to check on the progress of their experiment, it has taken another unexpected and unintended turn.
Clarisse Snyder, 48, hummed softly to herself as she ran the vacuum cleaner over the expensive rug of the Abboud family. She was not concerned the noise would disturb the Mr. and Mrs. Abboud. They were at a doctor's appointment for Mrs. Abboud. And, like most teenage boys, Jamal could sleep through a bomb blast.
She worked as a maid for the family for nearly five years. And, like most people who work in close proximity to others, she knew more about them then they suspected.
She knew that John was a minor tyrant exercising control over his wife, Samantha and their son, Jamal. She knew the wife desperately wanted more children and her husband did not. She knew, from doing the laundry, that Jamal was at that age where hormones flowed through his body like waters through a raging torrent. She also knew he was at that age where his mother became a fantasy sex object and he saw his father as competition.
She understood family dynamics, she had twin daughters and two sons by her three dead husbands. Her older sister said she fucked them to death. From childhood she teased her about her promiscuous sexuality, saying she must have a white liver. Clarisse did not care. She loved to fuck.
She was not literate. However, living a hardscrabble existence raising her brood as a single mother gave her a PhD in human behavior. Because of that, she noticed a change in the family's dynamics.
It seemed to have occurred back in November right after the last high school football game. Her oldest, 21 year old Cornell, attended that game with her to see his brother, 18 year old Abraham, play in his final high school game. Her 20 year old twin daughters also attended.
It was the day after that game that she first noticed the change.
When she arrived that morning they seemed more reserved, almost as though they were frightened. John was not his usual dismissive self. Oddly, the dynamic between the three family members seemed to have changed. Jamal and Samantha behaved like teenage lovers. They appeared to be more touchy feely while John seemed more possessive of his wife.
Over time, she watched the tension grow between father and son, particularly after Sam discovered she was pregnant. Once she actually saw them square off as thought they were going to fight. Only Mrs. Abboud's intervention prevented it.
And then there was the laundry. Specifically, Mrs. Abboud's panties and Jamal's underwear. The gusset of her panties were ALWAYS encrusted with her juices as though she was in a constant state of arousal. And, dear god, Jamal's boxers were coated in the dried crusty substance that she knew was cum from him masturbating. The sheer volume was stunning. Clarisse had experienced many men. She never knew one who came with such quantity. And the odor! She recalled getting dizzy and more than a little wet as the aroma from Sam and Jamal's underwear filled the tight confines of the laundry room.
Upstairs, Jamal awoke from the same erotic but terrifying dream he had repeatedly. He dreamed of having sex with his mother. The dreams increased in intensity and frequency after the strange experience they had after his last high school football game. Somehow they lost three hours that night. The dreams started after that.
In the four months since that event, he noticed that they all seemed more robust, more vital. Jamal's athlete's body, while always in shape, seemed more muscular. And his cock! It was decidedly longer and thicker.
His father was slimmer, having lost the unhealthy paunch he carried for so many years. His skin color was better. And, if the sounds transmitted through the common wall of their bedrooms was any indication, he and Sam were more sexual.
His mother's always curvy body now bordered on the voluptuous. She had not gained weight. However, it seemed to be arranged now in a cock hardening silhouette. And her scent! He could not be near her without his tool hardening.
As he lay in his bed slowly stroking his cock, his nostrils flared as he detected the scent of a fertile female. He knew it could not be his mother, she and his father were gone for the morning. The conditioned response unintentionally reinforced by the aliens, caused his hormones to cascade. A light sheen of sweat sprang up on his body. He regressed, sexually becoming like a caveman from the primeval history of human kind. He rose naked and left his room.
He stood in the hall, raised his head and sniffed the air. He detected the scent of breeding female. She was near. A low rumble reverberated in his chest. He needed to find other females of breeding age to expand the tribe. The old chief, his father, could no longer increase the tribe.
The scent came from downstairs. Naked, his large cock rigid and erect, he padded down the hall to the stairs. Sweat streamed off him, soaking his hairy chest and genitals. It flowed down his hardened brawny thews to his feet causing him to leave moist footprints on the hardwood floor. He stood at the top of the stairs and looked down to where an unsuspecting Clarisse vacuumed the rug.
Clarisse began to feel the unusual wetness in her pussy she felt lately whenever she was in this house. The intensity of her arousal seemed to increase in the four months since she noticed the change in the Abboud's behavior. On her last weekly visit here, she had actually went into the laundry room, sat on the washing machine and rubbed one out while the clothes were in the spin cycle.
Even when she was at home, her arousal was less intense but still higher than it used to be. Concerned that she might be entering menopause, she scheduled an appointment with her gynecologist for next week.
Feeling warm and a little dizzy, Clarisse turned off the vacuum and walked over and sat down on the couch.
This is crazy, she thought. I'm as wet as teenage girl.
Clarisse slid down the couch, resting her head against the back of the couch. Her large ass was perched on the edge with her legs spread and slightly bent.
I'm losing my fucking mind, she thought
as she pulled the hem of her dress around her waist. She closed her eyes and slowly stroked her over heated sex through her granny panties with an open palm. The gusset was soaked with her juices. Her clit, sensitive to even the slightest touch, was swollen and distended.
Clarisse let her finger slide through the wet swollen crease of her aching deep purple colored pussy lips. She did this often at home. It was her release when the man in her life was not available. As she slipped her index finger under the gusset and between her swollen aching pussy lips, an image of her sons popped into her mind.
It was her secret shame that she fantasized about having sex with them. It started a few months back. Often, after working all day at the Abboud's, she would go home, lock herself in her room and jill off thinking of her sons.
Her hips pumped up as she plunged an index finger into her scalding hot hole. She tried to bring up the image of her son, Abraham with his tight athlete's body. Instead, she thought of Jamal.
She groaned deep in her throat as she thought about how his body had filled out. She could feel her pussy flood as she imagined she could smell his scent. It filled her nose. Her head rocked from side to side as she added another finger.
What would it be like, she thought, to have that young virile man in her? To have a man who could fuck as long and as often as she wanted?
Her eyes opened as she finger fucked herself, desperately trying to get off. As her head turned toward the stairs, her eyes widened as she saw Jamal standing there.
Sweet Jesus, she thought. Now you have done it. You are going to lose this job.
Frantically, she pulled her finger from her pussy. She struggled to get up from her awkward position on the couch.
Then she noticed Jamal was naked. He stood there in a slight crouch, his arms hanging loosely at his sides. Sweat streamed down his body. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily. Clarisse's eyes bucked when she saw the size of his cock. It was as thick as his massive arms and half as long. It pulsed like a thing alive, bouncing in tune with his heartbeat as he watched her. His eyes seemed to glow with an almost feral heat. The flood in her pussy increased. She forced herself to speak.
"Oh! Mister Jamal! I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me."
Fear gripped her heart as he glided catlike toward her. Her fear was accompanied by an unholy lust. It permeated her body, clouding her reason.
Her head spun as she inhaled the odor emanating from him. Her struggles to stand were complicated by her panties which she had pushed down around her hips. Her limbs seemed weak and uncontrolled. She flopped about on the couch, pushing with first one arm then the other as she tried to stand.
Jamal moved quickly to the female. He stood over her, his hands flexing open and closed. The primitive instinct of a caveman ruled him. His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal filled the air. He leaned over her, his sweat dripping on her face and bare thighs.
"Mr. Jamal, I'm not sure what's going on here. All I ask is that you not tell your parents and let me leave."
