Warning: this story contains incest, male anal sex, nasophilia, mucophilia, and a threesome between a hermaphrodite, her son and his grandmother. Viewer discretion is advised.
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Giving mother one last look I wobble out of the kitchen on shaky legs. Before I climb the stairs I pause and take a breath. I am utterly drained after what my mother and I just did in the kitchen, and I don't know if I can make the climb. I love my passionate mother, more than words or physical actions can express. The smell and taste of us fills my nose and coats my throat; the scent of our forbidden love made tangible.
I ascend, one step at a time, left hand clinging to the polished wooden handrail. Actually panting from the exertion I reach the top stair and breathe deeply, the scent of my grandmother mingling with the rank odor of mother-son incest. From downstairs come the sounds of mother plating breakfast, and from grandmother's room I hear the gentle drone of her snore. She is a very sound sleeper, totally undisturbed by the wooden creak of my feet as I climb the stairs.
I walk up to grandmother's room and slowly push open her door. As the opening widens the smell filling the hallway deepens, a cultivated organic smell that for some reason reminds me of flowers on a humid summer day.
"Grandma?" I whisper into the dimly lit room. Hearing only her snore, I ask in a normal voice "Grandma, are you awake?"
Her only reply is a guttural snort followed by a deeper, throatier snore. I push the door open fully, spreading the light from the hallway into the dark, warm room. The hallway's yellow glow illuminates my grandmother's full, plump body. She is spread eagle on her wide bed, arms forced flat, resting under her estrogen enhanced breasts. Her legs are spread wide by the thickness her belly and thighs. Her belly is firm, and round, inflated and firm. Grandmother's body has been fooled by the hormone cocktail to believe is in the middle of a long and healthy pregnancy.
There have been times where I've wondered if in fact she is pregnant, but that would be a miracle as we have not had sex. It is something that I imagined by now we would get around to, but in all of our sexual explorations we have not felt the need to consummate our relationship in that way. With my fingers, tongue and cock I've explored and fucked every inch of my grandmother's transformed body, but time and time again when the moment of vaginal penetration arises, I find that don't feel the need.
My grandmother's thigh muscles have grown thick, tapering where they meet her knees. Her calf muscles have equally become overdeveloped, a strange side effect of the potent hormonal and steroidal cocktail I feed her daily. Despite her enhanced musculature she remains bedridden; she is my prisoner as much as I am hers. I've tried to keep her muscles well exercised - providing her with workout devices, encouraged her to walk to and from the bathroom. She tried and tried as her body developed until the weight of her massive breasts forced her to beg me to stop. Since that day she has been content to remain in bed, only moving for cleanings and other activities.
I enter the room and walk to grandmother's bed, the sound of her snore growing deeper once I'm inside. Sometimes I wonder if my presence calms her - she always seems to snore louder when I'm near. I guess as I am the only companionship she has had these three years, this could very well be true.
Standing at the side of my grandmother's bed my relaxed cum glazed cock begins to awaken yet again. I watch her hormone enriched breasts rise and fall, so dense that they remain almost vertical despite her flat position. I reach out and caress her right nipple experimentally, watching as it firms up in autonomic reaction. Grandmother does not stir and my dick hardens, already leaking clear pre-cum. A part of my mind does not want to believe that I could summon up another orgasm - after this morning's fun with grandmother, then the massive nut that I blasted inside the warm cocoon of my mother's foreskin... I guess I am still pushing the boundaries of my sexual endurance. Using my right hand I again tease Grandmother's hardened nipple, this time with my swollen cock-head. The motion sends ripples through her swollen breast tissue and causes her to sigh unconsciously.
Throwing caution to the winds I climb up and straddle my grandmother, placing my hands on her shoulders and my knees on either side of her wide belly. The pressure of my legs on either side of her torso compresses and firms her stomach beneath me. Her breathing hitches as she compensates for my weight, then evens out again into long slow inhales followed by rapid exhales. I smile with surprise and pleasure; she is virtually in a coma. I slowly place my hands on her massive breasts as they lay horizontally pointing away from my grandmother's body, each ovoid and full, flesh colored watermelons. She does not stir as I shift my weight to my palms, compressing her dense breast tissue. They spread out a few inches under my weight, but otherwise bear up to the pressure like... well beanbags. My dick is burning hot, rock solid and throbbing with my racing pulse. As I consider my next move, staring down into my grandmother's open, snoring mouth, I sense a presence in the room behind me.
Still balancing myself atop my grandmother's body I turn my head. My mouth falls open as my nude mother slowly walks into the room, balancing a wide Tupperware food tray laden with every morning breakfast staple imaginable. This model of tray is legless, grandmother's belly has grown far too wide for the previous tray and now it must be balanced atop her fully belly when it's time to eat. Mother's beautiful thick girl-cock is flaccid and long, swaying with the motion of her hips as she saunters closer.
I smile and whisper to my adoptive mother "She's out cold; nothing I can do will wake her."
To demonstrate I bounce up and down once, my ass and balls pushing down on Grandmother's belly and my palms further spreading her plump breasts. Mother smiles and places the food tray on a nearby table, shoveling a pile of junk mail to the side. Grabbing a pancake she folds it in half and dips it in a cup of warmed syrup before guiding it to my mouth. Perched atop my unconscious grandmother I eagerly accept a bite of the golden brown pancake, turning back to look down at my grandmother as I chew. I have burned off hundreds of calories this morning, and my body is consuming itself in its hunger.
A drop of light brown syrup falls from my lip and splashes down on the corner of grandmother's left nostril. I inhale sharply, and then begin to shake with a suppressed giggle. Mother sees and clamps her hands over her mouth, spurting orange juice as she struggles not to burst into laughter. Still smiling I move my head down and quickly lick the golden brown droplet of syrup from my grandmother's nostril. Before withdrawing my head I notice she is not using her long, wide nose to breathe - only her mouth. I slide my syrup sweetened tongue deep into my grandmother's nostril. Exploring deep I taste the echo of my earlier ministrations, as well as the salty sweetness of her mucus.
Using my tongue I explore deep, wrapping my lips around her nose to form a seal. Slowly I begin to apply suction to my ministrations, pulling her head upwards with me as I violate her nasal cavity with my tongue. Her mouth breathing deepens as I suckle the mucus from her nose, emboldens me to go further. Sucking with gusto now I run my tongue from nostril to nostril, exploring the entrance of each as I pull on her nose with my mouth's suction. Her head is jerked up as I cannot take it any longer and reach down with my left hand, shifting my full weight to my right hand for a moment.
