Wiced Hormones

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*DISCLAIMER****

This story is a complete work of fantasy and is meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual participants are eighteen years of age or older.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES****

Once again, I cannot express enough my thanks to Oedipus_Sex for volunteering her impeccable skills and sacrificing her valuable time to help me with this project. Because of her valuable input and exemplary talents this particular work is far better than I could have ever hoped for.

Also thanks to you readers who take the time to read this story. Your continued interest and feedback are greatly appreciated. I sincerely hope you enjoy our latest installment...

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CHAPTER 16

"

Ungghh!! Ohhh!! Ungghh!!

" Karen exclaimed, each time her long and smooth, matronly legs flailed behind Jacob's skinny back as he lunged his youthful, naked body in between his Mother's welcoming thighs. Knowing that they were alone in the house, the dutiful Mother felt confident enough to let loose and express her rapturous joy as she saw fit, whilst 'helping' her teenaged boy, who was eagerly plunging and plundering her womanhood as she lay blissfully flat on her back beneath him. Grabbing his Mom under her knees, Jacob held her legs up and looked down with admiration at the sexy, MILF goddess with heavily milk-laden, undulating tits whom he was pounding underneath him, not giving a damn about the increasingly loud and frantic thumping sound their fucking was causing from his bed's headboard.

Hoping to quiet the rhythmic noises a bit, Karen reached back above her head and held tightly onto the headboard of her son's still loudly squeaking bedframe. At the same time, the walls and lips of her drooling cunt held even tighter to his veiny shaft, lovingly anointing his swollen, sperm-filled balls with her sweetly slippery feminine secretions which now lubricated their illicit junction. For a brief moment, she became worried about the structural integrity of the protesting piece of sleep furniture, quivering and banging so relentlessly against the wall. However, as she neared closer and closer to paradise, the concern for Jacob's bedframe and its shamelessly echoing noises faded away. Right now, Karen's desire was for another wall to be relentlessly banged, as she threw her head back and cried aloud, "Ohhh...

yessss

!! Jake!! I'm...

almost

...almost...

THERE

!!!"

The determined son's hips went into overdrive, driven by a primal lust to pump another thick load of his potent, teenaged sperm deep inside of his Mother's forbidden womb— where they both knew she wanted it. Jacob badly wanted to bust another nut in his Mom while at the same time act out a growing fantasy his Aunt Brenda had wickedly implanted in his head the afternoon before: namely, the naughty idea of planting his seed deep inside his Mom in the wild hopes of breeding her. Too bad his Aunt had said his Mom was still taking those birth control pills that she'd given her, and thus there was no thrill to the kinky, Russian roulette risk of his fantasy, but for now Jacob was content to pretend. Henceforth however, he'd make sure to relish each and every opportunity when he got to shoot his raw loads into his Mother, knowing his new-found, secret desire would be fueling his rampantly epic deposits even more. In the meanwhile, something else which Brenda had educated him on the previous evening was spurring Jacob on: getting his Mom to talk dirty.

Now arching her back and jutting out her chest, Karen caused the golden heart-shaped locket which she wore around her slender neck (carrying the baby photos of her two precious children) to bounce back and forth between the magnificent swells of her wildly-swinging, sweetly clapping tits. As the heat radiating between her legs spread up into her chest, Karen let go of the headboard, then grabbed both of her juicy, round orbs and pinched her burning nipples. The extra stimulation pushed her over the edge, causing rhythmic spurts of breast milk to ejaculate from her buzzing teats and spatter onto her son's chest, as a tremendous orgasm rolled over her body. Grasping Jacob's triceps on his straightened out, stiffened arms whilst her son pounded her hard through another earth-shuddering orgasm, the climaxing Mother wrapped her long, silky legs tightly around his lower back. Her face grimaced in a mixture of pain mingled with an overwhelming, exquisite pleasure as her vaginal walls contracted hard all along the entire length of Jacob's mercilessly pounding cock. Knowing her uncontrollable spasms were brazenly urging her son on in an unspoken signal to once more plow into her cervix and seed her womb, Karen finally succumbed to the inevitable outcome of their torridly sinful coupling and gasped, "Ohhh...

Jake

! I'm...

I'm

....Ohhh...

sweetie

....I'm......

YEEEEESSSSS

!!!!"

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Earlier that morning

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Karen, freshly showered and wearing her pink satin robe over a burgundy bra and panty set, was sitting at the kitchen table with Robert whilst they sipped steaming fresh cups of hot coffee. Her husband was already dressed for church and wore his customary dark gray suit with a white dress shirt underneath, along with a red necktie (a gift Rachel had given him for Father's Day that year). Little did the Georgia Tech alumnus know, but the color of the silken men's accessory was actually in the shade of 'Georgia Red' and was a little inside joke between his daughter and his loving wife to tease the unwitting husband and father. After finishing off his cup of hot beverage, Robert groaned, "

Ugghhhh

...now I wish I'd thought twice before staying up so late last night and getting totally plastered celebrating the Braves' World Series win!"

Robert was scheduled that morning to join Pastor David Miller and his fellow church deacons for their monthly pre-service breakfast meeting. These meetings occurred on the first Sunday of each month at the local IHOP restaurant in Dunwoody. Their agenda usually pertained to various and mundane items of church business (along with a generous side helping of arguing over their favorite sports teams), all whilst scarfing down platefuls of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

Getting up from her seat, Karen rolled her eyes and carried their empty cups over to the coffeemaker on the counter. With an exasperated sigh, she commented, "I tried warning you...but as usual...you didn't listen!"

Typically, Karen disapproved of Robert overindulging in alcohol, especially to the level of intoxication as he'd exhibited the previous evening. However, on this rare occasion Karen was secretly grateful that he'd done so (just like that night in Atlanta) and was therefore none the wiser to her most recent sinful and incestuous infidelity. As she poured fresh coffee into her cup, Karen contemplated the crazy events of Halloween night and the reckless, out of character decisions which both she and Robert had made that evening.

Because of Robert's heedless consumption of adult beverages in celebration of the Braves' World Series win, he was in no condition whatsoever to follow through with their original plan from earlier that night. Namely, to continue the sexual escapades that they'd started in Rachel's bathroom and consummate it once they got back home. Luckily, (Karen thought) this would give her subsequently son-ravaged vagina a much-needed respite and time to recover. Above all, it would prevent her husband from noticing the temporary resizing of her womanhood by Jacob's magnificent appendage and the ungodly amount of semen their son had ejaculated into her. Even now, hours later, Karen could still feel her boy's teeming teenaged sperm deposited deep in her womb as she chatted mundanely with her unwitting husband. Without a doubt, she knew her son's youthful seed had probably been trying all night (but in vain) to find and fertilize her egg as she slept in bed next to Robert. Stifling a moan, Karen felt the walls of her pussy flutter as she allowed herself to think about the kinky notion. Despite the sheer, sinful wickedness of it, the repressed naughty thrill she increasingly got from the risk of Jacob possibly knocking her up still couldn't outweigh the lingering guilt Karen was now feeling. Squirming her legs beneath her robe as she stood at the counter, the loving yet conflicted housewife hoped and silently prayed that she'd yet again dodged another bullet...and for the continual effectiveness of Brenda's birth control pills.

Rubbing his temples, Robert regretfully agreed, chuckling, "I know...I know." Looking at his wife with a winced expression on his face, he then asked, "Exactly how much booze and beers did I

actually

drink last night?"

Smiling weakly to hide her guilt while pouring Robert's cup of coffee, Karen answered, "Not sure, but when Jake and I returned from taking Sara home, y'all were already in full celebration mode."

"

Ugghhh

..." Robert moaned again, "I don't even remember coming back here last night. I suppose I should thank you for getting us all home, safe and sound."

"My pleasure..." Karen smiled, handing Robert his second cup of coffee. Patting her husband's shoulder, she added, "After all, it's what us 'Mama bears' do!"

After taking a sip, Robert asked with concern, "What about Mark and Brenda? Did they get home alright?"

Karen shook her head, "They never left...they ended up just spending the night there. I offered to take them home, but since Danny was already sound asleep in bed, Rachel talked them into staying there for the night." As she began pouring herself another cup of coffee, Karen rolled her eyes and added with a slight chuckle, "Now, the big question is...how many of them will actually bother showing up for church this morning?"

A few minutes later, with car keys in hand, Robert stood up from the breakfast nook table and walked over to the doorway that led to the garage. "Sweetheart...don't forget these!" Karen called out, as she walked over to her husband and handed him his well-worn Bible and the spiral-bound binder he used for taking notes during the meetings.

Robert chuckled as he took the items from his wife, "Thanks, honey...I'd probably forget my head, if it weren't tied on!"

Karen's face beamed with her beautiful smile and warm, hazel eyes, "Well...I guess it's a good thing you've got me, then."

Robert scoffed, "Believe me...I thank God every single day." He then leaned in and kissed Karen's rosy, red lips. As he opened the door to the garage, he added, "See you and Jake at church later...be careful on the road!"

"You too..." Karen responded, as she leaned against the door frame, watching Robert walk out to their Ford Expedition. Before her husband climbed into the large SUV, she called out impulsively, "I love you!"

Robert looked back and smiled, "I love you too!"

After Robert had driven away down their quiet suburban street, Karen tapped the button activating the closing mechanism to their rumbling garage door then turned to head back inside. Walking back to the breakfast nook, she placed the empty coffee cups in the dishwasher, then left the kitchen to head upstairs. Her plan was to go ahead and get Jacob up and moving that morning, then come back down to make some breakfast for the two of them.

As she slowly opened Jacob's bedroom door, Karen was immediately greeted by her son's unmistakably exotic scent as soon as she stepped into his darkened room. Like Pavlov's dog, Karen's well-trained body reacted instinctively as her pink nipples began to tingle and her bald vagina eagerly salivated in reaction to the metaphoric 'ringing bell' beckoning its call, AKA...Jacob's enticingly erotic pheromones.

Karen thought it strange that her son would be giving off his overpowering scent so soon, after having received plenty of 'help' the previous day from both her and her sister, Brenda. She figured he would've been sated for at least a couple of days, especially after depositing another one of his plenteous loads deep inside her after their crazed coupling in Rachel's pool house the night before. However, Karen then reminded herself that Jacob was a teenaged boy, with Dr. Grant's 'supercharged' hormones now raging throughout his young and energetic body, and likely causing all sorts of unforeseen and perverse havoc to her son's reproductive system...and perhaps, her own.

With Robert out of the house, Karen deemed it was sufficiently safe to 'help' Jacob should the need arise. On the other hand, she knew their opportunity for any 'shenanigans' that morning was limited, as she still had to cook breakfast and finish getting dressed to make it to their Sunday church service on time.

Trying her best to ignore her arousal for the time being, Karen opened the drapes, flooding the room with dazzling light from the early November morning sun. She turned around to find Jacob still asleep on his right side, with his back to her. Walking over to the bed, Karen leaned over, and gently shook her snoring son by his shoulder. "Jake, honey...time to get up!" she announced gently, but firmly, in her sweet, motherly tone.

Jacob's only response was a low, grumbling groan of annoyance as he rolled over onto his back. Karen then discovered why the sensuous smell was so strong in the bedroom: her son was exhibiting a serious case of 'morning wood'. As the intrigued Mother stared at the lewd lump hidden beneath her son's Star Wars-themed comforter, she felt a corresponding quiver inside of her yearning pussy and commented softly, "Well, I see

someone's

already up..."

Hearing Jacob obliviously resume his snoring, Karen shook him a little harder and raised her voice, "C'mon Jake...you need to wake up, and start getting ready for church!"

Roused from his slumber, Jacob cracked open his eyes and groaned again. Squinting from the bright morning sunlight, he raised his head and peered at his alarm clock. "

Mom

!" he whined in frustration, flopping back down onto his pillow. "It's

way

too early. Can't I snooze for another half-hour?" He then rolled away from Karen, pulling his comforter up over his head.

"No, you may not young man!" Karen sternly replied. "Unless you've forgotten...I'm singing in the choir this morning, and we

cannot

be late! Now come on..." She then pulled the comforter down, exposing Jacob to reveal he was only wearing a T-shirt and was totally nude from the waist down. "

Jacob Mitchell!!!

" Karen asked aghast and in complete surprise, "Where in heavens are your pajama bottoms?!"

Unphased and with his back still toward Karen, he replied, "Over there, in the dresser drawer."

Karen put a hand on her hip, "And

why

, pray tell, are they in the dresser drawer and not on your body?"

"Because lately, I've learned it's much more comfortable sleeping this way. Especially after my...penis got so big." Jacob grunted.

Karen threw the comforter back over Jacob to cover up his naked butt. "Goodness! Well...wear some boxers at least. You don't wanna accidentally expose that...

thing

to your father!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Jacob replied softly, his eyes still closed. He wanted so badly to go back to sleep.

Walking over to the closet, Karen asked, "Do you need me to lay out your church clothes for you?"

Realizing his Mom would just not let up, Jacob rolled over onto his back, stared blankly for a second at the

Millennium Falcon

hanging from his ceiling, and replied with an exasperated sigh, "No, Ma'am...I can do it."

As Karen stepped back over to the bed, she leaned down and said, "Okay, but you need to get up and take a shower. In the meantime, I'm going down to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Any special requests?"

Jacob grudgingly sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was then that he noticed Karen was leaning over him, wearing her silky pink robe. His attention immediately zeroed in on the gap where the silken material had carelessly fallen open, giving him a nicely unobstructed, close-up view of his Mom's bountifully creamy cleavage created by her fashionable bra.

Jacob immediately felt his semi-erect cock harden even more. Since he assumed his dad was probably still at home, he figured asking Karen for any kind of 'help' at that moment would be pointless. Resigning himself to satisfying a different type of hunger, he leaned back against the headboard. After a few seconds of pondering his options, he replied with a yawn, "Yeah..." He then looked up at Karen and asked, "Can we have waffles?"

Karen straightened up and responded, "Waffles? Hmmm...haven't made waffles in quite a while. But..." She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure...why not?"

"Cool." Jacob replied, with a smile.

"Bacon or sausage?" Karen asked, turning towards the door to leave.

"Bacon, please!" Jacob replied enthusiastically. Suddenly, the teenager no longer felt sleepy. Especially now that his stomach was fully awake and growling.

"Bacon it is." Karen affirmed.

"Thanks, Mom...you're the best!" Jacob replied, now looking forward to a tasty breakfast.

"You're welcome, sweetie." Karen responded, with a warm smile. Before leaving the room, she shooed him with her hand and added, "But you need to go ahead and get moving!"

"Yes, Ma'am." Jacob replied. As Karen stepped out of the room and into the hallway, he called out, "Hey, Mom?"

Karen backed up a few steps and leaned against the door frame, "Yes, baby?"

Jacob had his right hand underneath the comforter and was slowly stroking his now fully erect penis. His plan, (once his Mom had gone downstairs,) was to lock his bedroom door and rub out a quick one to some porn on his computer. "Does Dad still plan on grilling out later today?"

Karen got another strong whiff of Jacob's intoxicating scent and couldn't help but notice her son's not-so-subtle hand movements underneath his covers. Crossing her arms, Karen caused her hardened nipples to press even more into the padded cups of her bra. The tingling sensations intensified to the point where the aroused Mother debated whether she might have to go back to her bedroom for a little 'private time' of her own before cooking breakfast. Nodding quickly, Karen answered, "As far as I know, he still plans to. He said he wants to use the grill as much as possible, especially since the weather's still so nice."

Jacob asked, "Well...would it be okay if Sara came over today, after church?"

Karen cocked her head to the side, "Sara? Today?" Just like the night before, the mere mention of the beautiful blonde teenager caused the green-eyed monster of envy to once again rear its ugly head.

Jacob nodded, "Yes, Ma'am...and if it's alright with you, I figured she could just come home with us after the service."

"Well, what about her parents?" Karen asked with curiosity. "Has she asked them about it?"

"No, she hasn't asked them yet." Jacob replied. "We figured it was best to check with you, first."

Flustered somewhat and unable to come up with a legitimate reason to say 'No', Karen nodded, "Oh, well...it's fine with me, I suppose. Just make sure to clear it with Pastor and Mrs. Miller, though."

"Okay. Thanks, Mom!" Jacob replied, with a smile.

Sighing, Karen still couldn't explain her recent jealousy toward Sara. After all, if Jacob was ever going to get serious with anyone, the gorgeous preacher's daughter was certainly more than a perfect match for her son.

Sara Miller was not only beautiful and intelligent, but she was sweet, courteous, caring, and held traditional, solid Christian values...especially when it came to pre-marital sex. Her parents had obviously raised her well, yet she remained humble despite her privileged upbringing. The fact that the gorgeous blonde teenager was also a bit nerdy (just like her little man) was the proverbial cherry on top. Most importantly though, she made Jacob happy, and that's what Karen most cared for in the world: her family's happiness and well-being.