Story description: A mother becomes an incestuous cum slut and her son struggles to understand. An English teacher falls victim and changes curriculum. A female assassin undergoes an important test. The story continues from chapter one.
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Cum Slut
Karen subconsciously cried out in dismay over her actions, but consciously her mouth lunged upon on her son's dick as instructed. She was fully aware of what she was doing. She simply couldn't stop. It was as if her willpower to resist had been eradicated.
This psychological dilemma caused a succession of glossy pools to form at the corner of each eye. It trickled along both cheeks and intermingled with sweat and slobber that slimed her face. It then continued onward as driblets that ended as a puddle at the base of her son's dick.
She bobbed her head relentlessly while her mouth and tongue pleasured the rounded tower and kept it pointing skyward.
Karen was cognizant of her condition. Yet, any attempt to rationalize was purposely thwarted and redirected by the voice coming from the medical apparatus.
The influence of the therapist's drug had been successful. Under its sway, she had difficulty making decisions. It made it easy for the therapist to offer guidance comprised of incessant instructions and demands.
While on her knees and bent over to suck her son's cock, the mother was ordered to diddle herself for the camera. When instructed to widen her pussy to show how wet she was, she shuddered and then worked with increased enthusiasm.
Along with indecision, the drug had additional effects. It was an aphrodisiac and produced suggestive hallucinations. Earlier that evening, the therapist implied that the son's scrotum was the size of a grapefruit containing an equal measure of cum. Seeing the purplish bloated mass with her own eyes, the mother wholeheartedly believed it. When he ejaculated, she'd been driven to experience an irrational lust for his gift. As instructed, she devoured that imaginary cream with a hunger.
Combine these dynamics and Karen was practically following orders like a horny robot. Now brainwashed with specific behaviors and desires, she was powerless to stop the ongoing progression. The very idea that she was being turned into something deviant and perverse now aroused her.
Along with the therapist's directives came a multitude of repeated commands.
"You need cock," and "You desire cum," became intonations that fused with her psyche.
It made her salivate upon her son's hard dick and encouraged an absurd craving for ejaculate.
The voice from the elongated box said, "Pleasure his large cum-filled balls. He needs comfort."
Karen immediately wrapped one sweaty right hand around the base of his rigid member and cupped his scrotum with the other. The head of his dick wobbled as she worked like a whore between his legs.
She snorted as her tongue grazed wetly against the fleshy sack. She licked it like a cat cleaning the furry skin of another. Gobbling one nut tenderly between her lips, she purred.
There was an insane desire to mount him. She wanted to feel the girth of his cock in the depths of her tunnel. She yearned to have his semen shoot into her as it did earlier. In thought, she begged to be commanded to perform the act.
While worshiping his genitals, she occasionally drew her eyes upon his fixed gaze. It was perplexing that he seemed oblivious. Or was he? Was his sleepy transfixed stare recording her performance? Would he remember? Did she even care anymore?
She was so aroused.
Her pussy lips were engorged and hung heavy. Now gaped, it bubbled with a frothy emulsion. The inner lining of her vagina palpitated with need.
It was too much. She whimpered and then plead, "Please."
Upon hearing the desperation of the woman, the therapist replied, "Please...what?"
"I need to fuck. I need his cock in my pussy!"
"Darling, I told you earlier. A wicked woman like yourself doesn't require instructions to suck and fuck men. You simply act upon those impulses. You don't require guidance to perform as a slut. You simply do what comes naturally unless otherwise directed by me. If you veer off course, I'll simply put you back on track. That's my function as your counselor."
With those restrictions clarified, there wasn't a need for a verbal response. Karen reacted instinctively like an animal in heat.
Straddling her son, she frenziedly impaled her snatch down upon his cock. Her eyes fluttered while she moaned.
Feeling his stiff rod nestled between her crack gave comfort.
The therapist continued to progress Karin's programming by saying, "Your cunt only pleasures cock. Its purpose is to milk dick for its semen. It's only a cavity used as a cum dump. Do you understand what you are?"
"...I'm a cum slut for men. Milk cock—yes, always."
"Your only goal in life is to impregnate yourself and birth lots of children. You're returning lives you've stolen from others. In truth, there's no amount of justice that would make up for your abominable sins. I'm determined to make that horrifying experience come to fruition. You thought yourself infertile, but I've remedied that problem."
"Who are you—how do you know—"
"Shut up and fuck. Everything will be revealed soon enough. Making you breed like a bitch with your son is justice. Then again—is it?"
"You can't...ahhh, ahhh...breed me—YES!"
The mother's actions increased in intensity.
The therapist happily said, "Oh my—you really do want it. The mere thought of becoming a baby-maker turns you on."
"Feels so good! Breed me—yah, yah..."
"You're a bimbo. You're dumb. Your intellect equates to two words. You enjoy being an incest loving twat. Your worth is measured on your enthusiasm when bouncing on a man's dick. Milk him. Desire his seed."
The mother thrust down and dropped her entire weight.
The therapist instructed, "That's it, sit on his prick and work the pussy. Just like I trained you. Focus."
Fully impaled, she clinched her thighs and tightened her stomach. She then shifted her entire effort to controlling her vagina muscles against the impaling shaft.
Pleasuring it with a warm undulating caress, she coaxed it with love and passion.
She yelped a sharp whiny, "Ohhh!" and then crimped her mouth tight. It caused her to divert the heavy exhalation of breath through her nose.
Her chest heaved and rumbled with soft vibrant moans repeated as a recital, "Uhm, Uhm, Uhm..."
With the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix, she encouraged ejaculation by gyrating her pelvis against him.
The words, "breed whore" and "cum dump" generated a compulsory shiver. Karen felt nasty, degraded and used. That feeling increased her yearning. Her pussy tightened and her movements increase.
She sensed his dick throb and harden like cement. Her eyes widened and glistened with anticipation.
The therapist saw the impending reaction and said, "Imagine how much cum a container the size of a grapefruit would hold. You've experienced it. When he jettisons his spunk you'll always feel the joy of that heavy load. You'll always hunger for its taste."
Those phrases were enough to trigger the imaginary event. Karen remembered her experience from earlier that evening.
She crimped her lips to hold back. It was a last-ditch effort of her subconscious to fight the inevitable, but it failed to restrain her imagination. She felt the titanic globs of cum spurt into her depths with great force and was overcome with delight.
As before, she had a body quaking orgasm.
...then once again, she felt the fictional burst of cream...
Her mouth gaped in awe over the fierceness of her reaction.
...again, he ejaculated. Like a series of waves, she came again, again, and again...
She became a mad whore that growled and grunted with each successive spurt.
Grinding her pussy mound against him in a frenzy was enough stimulation to set him off.
Overcome by the hallucination, she was ignorant of the fact that he'd just ejaculated a real load of virile seed into her sopping wet baby-maker.
As before, there had to be an ending. She simply couldn't sustain the energy needed to constantly orgasm.
As conditioned, she immediately dropped to her back and spread her legs wide.
Using both hands, she greedily scooped the sticky white cream from her crack. Moving cum to her hungry mouth with her fingers had become a natural response. She craved it.
Insatiable, she exclaimed, "Oh god, not enough, I need more!"
Turning her gaze to her son's glistening wiener, she moved to all fours and took him in her mouth. As trained, she tasked herself to clean the slimy filth from his body and extract more cum.
Upon satisfaction, she flopped back on the bed beside him.
She was exhausted, her lust spent. As before, the clarity of thought brought guilt. However, this time she didn't cry.
She simply sulked and turned her head to looked at him.
He lay unmoving upon the bed. His unblinking stare fixed upon the ceiling. It reminded her of a rubberized sex doll used for a woman's pleasure. She was shamed by the idea that she'd just used him as a pleasure toy.
Those thoughts led to questions. How long before he awakens from that drug-induced slumber? Should I just leave him there? What do I say when he awakens in my bed naked? Will he remember what I've done? How do I explain any of this?
Fearful of such an outcome, she cried, "Please tell me what I need to do with my son. I don't know what to do. Tell me!"
No answer.
She began to panic. "Damn it, don't leave me like this. I need guidance. Tell me what to do!"
"It's obvious. Guide him back to his room before he awakens. Escort him with a firm hand, he'll move as you move. Dress him and then put him to bed. Then return and shave your snatch hairless. Not a single hair should remain. Then shower and sleep—if you can. Simple."
