"Mrs Donovan," Principal Whitmore continued, "if your son continues this behavior, I'm afraid we'll have no choice but to expel him."
Beth Donovan sighed. The 42 year old mother glanced tiredly at her 18 year old son, John, from the corner of her eye while he sat slumped in his chair. His arms were folded over his chest and he was looking at the floor of the principal's office, barely paying attention as the news was relayed to his mother and him.
Beth's husband had passed away two months prior and the loss of his father had hit John especially hard. He had been acting out, getting into fights and damaging property at school, which had led to the meeting she was currently in with the school's principal. She was having a hard enough time dealing with her husbands death and her son's behavior wasn't helping matters.
"I assure you, Principal Davis, this won't happen again," she told the man, turning her head to look at her son. "Isn't that right, John?"
"Whatever," John muttered, hopping out of his chair and leaving the principal's office in a huff. Beth stood up from her own chair and apologized to the principal, hurrying after her son as he stormed off towards the exit.
She exited the principal's office into the receptionist's area, passing by another student who was waiting their turn to be lectured by the principal, and entered the school hallway. She looked around and spotted her son walking down the hallway a few meters away.
"John, wait!" she yelled, dashing after him and trying to get his attention.
"Leave me alone," John growled, continuing to make his way towards the exit, his mother close behind.
"John, just... please stop for a minute," his mother sobbed, her emotions bubbling to the surface as she fought back tears.
John heard the tone of his mom's voice and began to feel guilty. He stopped, turning around and looking at his mom.
"You can't keep doing this, John," she said to her son, fighting to hold back tears as she pleaded with him. "You can't keep getting into fights. You heard the Principal, you're going to get expelled!"
"Who cares?" John snarled, his eyes beginning to water as tears threatened to spill out from his eyes. "All the kids in this school are so fucking stupid, spouting their stupid inane bullshit day after day, I can't take it!"
"John, I know these last two months have been difficult since your father passed, but he wouldn't want you throwing your life away."
"Shut up!" John yelled, interrupting Beth as tears began to pour from his eyes. "Just shut up, don't talk about him!"
Beth wrapped her arms around her son and hugged him tight. John tried to squirm free, before relenting and returning the hug. They both began to cry as their emotions got the better of them.
"I just miss him so much, Mom," John sobbed, embracing his mother tightly as he cried into her shoulder.
Beth knew her son needed help, but she wasn't sure how to help him. Therapy? He had refused to go. Maybe more time? They say time heals all wounds, but he was on the verge of expulsion and she couldn't make his pain go away by just waiting.
As she was wracking her brain to try and think of something, the Chemical SeXXX gas began to seep from the ventilation system close by. The gas entered her respiratory system and began to make it's way into her blood stream, it's effects beginning to take hold and the telltale sighs of exposure overtaking her.
Small, motherly things that were normal to her were quickly becoming sexualized. The feeling of her breasts pressed again her son's chest as she hugged him, his arms wrapped around her holding her close, her head in the nape of his neck, his smell, the feel of his skin against hers...
Likewise, John felt a wave of pleasure shooting through him as the gas began to alter his body chemistry as well. He had never in a million years thought of his mom as anything more than a mother, but as their bodies pressed against each other his feelings for her became less motherly and more wanton, more sensual.
His cock began to grow hard in his pants, the fleshy rod threatening to press up against his mom's stomach as they embraced in the hallway. In the back of his mind he knew his feelings were wrong, but he couldn't stop himself no matter how hard he tried.
John reasoned he was just confused and overstimulated from the emotional situation he was in. Even though he hadn't had such feelings before, his mother WAS quite attractive for her age. Sure, she wasn't as pretty as she had been when she was younger, she had some more wrinkles and a couple more sun spots these days, but in many ways she was still very beautiful.
Beth stood around 5'3 with round, green eyes and medium length, curly blond hair with flecks of grey in it. She had large d-cup breasts, wide set hips and a nice round ass. She had shown up to the school in a cute, loose fitting white sundress with a pink floral pattern and John's thoughts raced with the image of it laying on the floor instead of covering up his mother's body.
She was a MILF for sure. Even so... sons weren't supposed to find their mothers attractive, let alone have sexual thoughts about them. He fought to suppress the feelings coursing through him, tried to block out the images from his mind of pinning his mother against the wall and thrusting his cock deep inside her, but no matter how hard he tried he knew he was fighting a losing battle. His dick kept getting harder and he was no longer able to hide it as it pressed up against his own mother.
Beth felt John's hard cock pressing against her stomach, naughty thoughts beginning to flood into her mind. His dick felt big, much bigger than her late husbands, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel stretching out her cunt. She thought about how it would feel thrusting in and out of her hole, how amazing it would be for him to spray his teenage seed deep inside her. She liked those thoughts, she liked them a lot.
With all those new thoughts and feelings racing through her, she suddenly had an epiphany. She finally knew how she could help her son. He didn't need therapy or time to grieve. In fact, he didn't need to miss his father, what he really needed was to replace him. He needed to be with her as more than a son, he needed to be her replacement husband.
But with John replacing his father, she would be without a child. She realized the only way to fix everything would be to have a new child... and the only way for that to happen was for John to impregnate her. She needed him to shove his cock into her horny cunt and fill it with his incestuous seed. She needed him to knock her up so fucking bad. The very thought of it was making her so hot and wet that she was having trouble maintaining her self control.
It didn't hurt that John was fairly handsome. He was 6'1 with blue eyes and short brown hair. He was in decent shape as well with a chiseled jawline and a well toned body. Her cunt ached as she pressed her body against him. She needed him bad, she needed him so fucking bad she couldn't stand it any longer.
"John..." Beth whimpered, burying her face deeper into the nape of his neck, her breasts pressing up against him more as her breathing quickened and her heart rate began to climb. "John, I... oh god... what's happening..." She pressed her lips against John's neck, kissing and licking him sensually as she wrapped her arms harder around him. She rubbed her body against his hard cock, moaning softly as her arousal overtook her self control.
"So... big..." Beth whispered, gently rubbing herself against the tent in her son's pants. She sucked on his neck lightly and began to move her hands over his body and under his shirt, caressing his bare back and continuing to kiss and suckle on his neck.
John groaned as the need to gratify his urges overwhelmed him. He could no longer control himself, he needed to fuck his mother and he needed it now. He didn't care if it was in the middle of the hallway, nor did he care who would see. If he didn't fuck her right then and there he was going to lose his mind! He took the initiative, pulling back from his mom's embrace before pinning her against the wall, pressing his body up against her and gripping her ass with both hands.
"Mom, I'm sorry," John whimpered, squeezing his mom's ass hard as he pressed himself against her. "I can't stop myself, I don't know... I don't know what's happening..."
Beth gasped as John's hands roamed over her ass, lust coursing through her as her own hands began to roam over his body. She felt his hard cock pressing against her again, the thick rod trapped in his jeans just begging to be set free.
"Shh it's okay baby, it's okay, just let it happen." Beth whispered. She'd never had any sexual feelings for her son before, but suddenly she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life. She didn't know why this was happening, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stop it.
"Ohhh, what's this?" Beth cooed, moving a hand to his bulge and rubbing her hand over it, causing John to gasp and his cock to twitch. "Is this a present for mommy?"
"Maybe..." he whispered, "do you like it?"