Jenny Connors figured her son Lance had at least a thirty second head start on her, and that's all it had taken for her to lose him. When she got to where Lance had turned, she couldn't see his car. He had made another turn. What was she to do? She had to find him, to tell him about her feelings for him. Feelings that were new to her but seemed so right. Why had she waited so long to tell him? She needed so badly for him to know how she felt, and how much she needed to give herself to him. She didn't know where all this burning passion had come from, and she didn't care. What mattered was getting to her boy.
Jenny pulled over and thought about where he might go. She racked her memories, but found them lacking. It seemed that in her frenzied state, she had forgotten many details about her life. Her longing for Lance was all consuming and seemed to have blotted out most everything else. A seemingly random thought came to her mind though, that maybe she did know. She knew a lot about where he went these days, she realized, and she set off for one of those destinations.
Ten minutes later she was frantically scanning the parking lot of the school for her son's car. She knew he had football practice after school. Surely he'd come back here. She needed him inside her so bad. Because she was still in car, she allowed her modest skirt and panties to disappear. They seemed to just shimmer away, which did not surprise her. She just accepted it as a thing she could do, and wonderfully so, because it gave her instant access to her pussy. She began to rub herself as she continued to survey the parking lot. She was two orgasms in when the final bell rang. The skirt and panties magically reappeared as students began to flood the lot. She saw two individuals come out of the doors that she somehow recognized. They knew about her son's habits and schedule, maybe they could help her. She got out of the car and hurried to them.
Max and Sabrina felt like failures. Partially because helping their friend Trevor was eating up most of their time, which had caused their studies to slip. But also because they had failed at their one job, keeping tabs on Lance. From what their classmates just told them, he had ditched the last class of the day and could be anywhere. Now they were deciding to split up. Max would see if he would show up at football practice, and Sabrina would go to some of his usual spots. Sabrina was just about to call Trevor to let him know that Lance could be headed his way, when Max poked her arm.
"Am I dreaming, or is that Lance's mom? And is she coming straight towards us right now?"
Sabrina saw the pretty blonde woman bearing down on them. All of their surveillance thus far of the Connors made it seem like they were just ordinary people, although one of them was a supreme jerk. There had been no indication of anything supernatural or evil or dangerous. But Sabrina thought that might not be the case as she saw the wild glint in Mrs. Connors' eyes. They were locked on her own. This woman definitely was coming towards them, and Sabrina didn't want to have a chat with her, not even in a crowded place. She tried to adjust course, attempting to pull Max back with her, but their escape was impeded by the exiting students as they attempted to go the opposite direction of them. "Something bad must have happened," she gasped at Max. "We've got to get out of here and see if Trevor's alright!"
But the crowd refused to let them pass. Jenny, on the other hand, looking a tad hysterical, had been given a wide berth and gained on them quickly. When she was less than a yard away, her hand grabbed Max's arm. She leaned in close to Max's ear and said in just above a whisper, "Can you help me find my son? I need to fuck him!"
A few students turned their head at this, and Sabrina and Max couldn't help but stare for longer than they should have. Then Sabrina pushed Max aside and put her mouth to Jenny's ear. "Trevor? Is that you?"
The woman looked at her confused. "I...no. I'm, I'm Lance's mother and...I need to find him. I have to tell him how much I love him, and that I need him inside of me."
This statement froze Max completely, and he could only stare at Mrs. Connors as he was jostled about by the rest of the students. Sabrina nodded as if everything she heard was perfectly understandable. She looked at Max and said, "She's coming with us." To Mrs. Connors, she said, "Yes, we can take you to Lance. Follow me." She began to lead Jenny to her car, as Trevor had taken Max's earlier. Sabrina assumed it was somewhere on the lot, but didn't think they had time to find it. It would be a waste of time to ask Trevor, because he wasn't exactly thinking like himself right then. When they got to the car, Sabrina told Max to get into the backseat with Jenny.
Jenny didn't protest, not wanting to delay their journey to Lance for a second. Max began to argue, but Sabrina just gave him a look that said there wasn't time. As soon as they were settled, Sabrina drove out of the lot and headed not towards home, but towards an abandoned outlet mall nearby. It wasn't ideal, but it was close.
"Mrs. Connors, can you tell us where our friend Trevor is?" Max asked shakily.
"You numbskull!" Sabrina shouted. "That is Trevor!"
"What?" Max said stupidly. "Really?"
"Do you think Mrs. Connors would be wandering around asking for help in fucking her son? Of course it's Trevor. I'm guessing Lance touched him and must have mommy issues. But he also must have left before they could seal the deal, because otherwise it would be out of Trevor's system by now. You know how determined Trevor gets when this happens. He's got to get the target off or..."
"Or what?" Max asked.
"Or get a new target."
"Oh. Well doesn't that mean that he'll..."
The exasperation in Sabrina's voice was palpable. "Yes! He'll try to fuck that person, which is why I'm speeding to a private place as fast as I can. Did school zap all your brain cells today? Seriously."
Max nodded his head. He hadn't heard the insult, but had focused only on the first part that Sabrina had said. "So...can I be that person that gets fucked?"
"Yes if you can be quick about it!" Sabrina barked. "And don't make Trevor do a whole song and dance or turn into a whole parade of your fantasies. Just have him suck you off so he can snap out of it."
Trevor was not fazed by any of this conversation. He was driven only by the thought that eventually these two would take him to Lance. His friends had discovered that as the days passed by, Trevor's own control of his shapeshifting power lessened. At the beginning, Trevor could stop himself if a person's lust was dissipated through other means, say, his target became distracted. But it was more severe now. Once the bell had been rung by an aroused person, Trevor could not shut off his need to placate the ringer, unless another bell was chimed.
Sabrina pulled into a parking lot of the abandoned mall and then steered her car behind the first building where the deliveries were made. No one came here except the occasional drug dealers. "No one should see us, but you need to be quick."
Max didn't think that would be a problem. He hovered his hand over Trevor's older, feminine one. "Mrs. Connors, how about if instead of finding your son, you give me a blowjob?"
Jenny's face contorted in disgust at the proposition. "I am a married woman, young man. That is completely inappropriate!"
Max laughed. "Uh, but weren't you just saying you needed to fuck your son?"
"That's different," Jenny went on. "That's how a mother should show her son that she loves him."
"Whatever," Max said. "It's fucking sick though." His hand touched hers, and he felt a small tingle underneath, but no ripple happened. Max expected this, and waited for Trevor to start coming on to him. He was startled as Mrs. Connors looked appalled at his touch, and withdrew her hand.
"Young man, I will not be touched by anyone but my son?"
