Chapter 2
Ronnie gently stroked his mothers red hair as she traced the bulging veins running the length of his hardening cock, pulsing with his every heartbeat. So many changes in the last few hours.
His mind was clear, and quick, his vision sharp like never before, scents were stronger, touch more sensitive, his hearing sharper. And he could see things that he had never seen before, colors and a sort of luminosity around and in himself and his mother... he could feel as well as see the life energy moving in and out of her... and most surprising to him at all was his calm acceptance and understanding of all the changes, physical, mental and what... spiritual?
"At work I was clumsy and spilled some things. In the spilling and then in the subsequent clean up, I absorbed some if it and instead of killing me, or making me sick... it seems to have... made me better, made improvements. I am smarter and healthier, stronger and in much better physical health... "
Betty reached out and ran her fingernails down his chest, leaving a trail of red marks in his skin, across his hard belly, returning to wrap around the lower part of his shaft. She pumped it twice, squeezing it in her much stronger and younger looking hand. She licked the tip, scooping up the thick drop of jizz that settled there, as she easily rolled herself up and over his legs nestling his gorgeous hard on between her surprisingly full and sensitive breasts and then began a slow move, trailing her tongue along the welt left by her nail, ending at the rock hard nipple on one shapely new pec. After a moments pleasure, she pushed up, sitting with her wet cunt gliding over his hardness and smiling asked, "So how does that explain me?"
"ummm..." was the only way he could respond for a moment, as the pure pleasure over rode his senses.
He opened his eyes again and yes... it was his mother teasing him as she slid up and down the length of his cock, smearing it with pussy juice, but not yet taking him inside of herself.
She had continued to change, more subtle now than before, continuing the refining process... smooth skin, firm... no flab anywhere that was not a benefit... he could feel the strength and ease... the fluidity of her movements... it was her, the woman that had given birth to him, but a younger looking, and much healthier version of who she ever had been before.
"I was pretty out of it when I got home... how, or why did you end up in my bed?"
Without a bit of shame Betty continued to grind on her sons cock. "I was in the kitchen getting coffee lamenting the fact that you were getting home during my morning private time. You stumbled in, I thought you were tired or stoned, and mumbled as you brushed passed me." Her rocking motion increased as she built up to an orgasm.
"I remember a distracting smell... not strong or unpleasant, but different and then you brushed against me and my arm got really warm, and then I got really horny."
Ronnie reached up and caressed, then squeezed her full, firm tits, working them out until he was lightly pinching the areolas. A drop of clear liquid formed on each nipple, which he swiped off and brought to his lips. He could taste the rich healthy content.
Betty was having a hard time talking as her passions built and her senses screamed. "I... I tried to get your father... to fuck... to fuck me... I even tried sucking his cock I was... ahh... I was so fucking horny... Ronnie!"
"Don't cum yet mom... finish telling me."
His voice calmed her, gave her control but did not diminish her pleasure. "He has never liked getting head or eating pussy, and he was no different that morning. Besides that his cock tasted like rot. He... he ran, and I chased him... but then I knew... I knew it wasn't him, and I came to your room. I could not help it... I can't... it's sooo gooood."
Tugging on her hard nipples Ronnie pulled her forward then slipped his steel hard tool between her glistening lips. Even with him pulling her nipples, Betty slammed back and down, enveloping his length and triggering her own climax. What had been an "ooze" became a small leak from each nipple and her pussy juice made them both wet and slippery.
Betty shuttered and convulsed in almost epileptic proportions, but she held on and he helped her stay mounted so that she was still stuffed with cock when she returned to a functioning human.
Ronnie's thumb and finger were coated in the thin syrup that leaked his mother's teats. He tugged on her nipples and she leaned forward but kept her sons hardness completely buried inside of her.
Betty braced herself with palms on his chest, amazed at the hard muscle she found there, enjoying the pinch that he had on her sensitive nubs. Retaining one, Ronnie let go of the other, bringing his finger to his mother's mouth.
She looked, wondering why her breasts suddenly got milk again, but noticed that it was not the same consistency as she remembered.
It smelled sweet and pleasant, but did not make her mouth water as it had when she had smelled the cum leaking out of his cock... and when she sucked his coated fingers into her mouth, found it tasteless and bland.
Ronnie had been watching to see if the colors around her changed, but nothing did, confirming to him that, because her body was manufacturing it, it did not contain elements that she needed for future development or change. Her body was not absorbing it and using it as catalyst for more change in the way her body was still using his cum.
Ronnie rolled to the side, dumping his mom, who wanted nothing more than to continue fucking and being fucked by her son and his magnificent cock. She clung to him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and grabbing at his shoulders.
While her pleading whine was still leaving her mouth, his growling "Stop!" froze her in place. She shrank inside herself from the command in his voice that neither one of them had ever heard nor ever expected to hear from him.
Ronnie saw her flinch through the red haze that had coated his eyes. He had been close to hurting her. He was done with her body for the moment and her clinging to him would be dangerous in the extreme, a distraction if nothing else. She needed to let go of him when he moved away... she needed to learn.
But he stopped when he saw her cringe... and softened his voice. He stroked her hair once and slipped his strong hand behind her head, slipping his fingers into her hair. He tightened his grip but only enough for emphasis.
"We will come back to this, believe me, but now we need to eat and think and make some plans." He kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in and around her mouth and she responded in kind, wanting him again, but knowing she would have to wait... his presence was dramatic, his control and authority without question.
They were still mother and son, but no longer mother and child. He was even more than a peer now... she was his now and she accepted it as soon as she recognized it as true... it made sense, it felt right... it fit like a glove and made her feel safe and strong within that understanding.
She climbed out of her son's bed and followed him down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
She saw some of the changes in herself, and thought if they were only half as dramatic in her as they are in him, she was better than she had ever been.
She watched enthralled at his back, hips and legs... muscles rippling and the easy grace that had replaced the bumbling adolescent she had last seen.
