Wiced Hormones

*****

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.

***** AUTHOR'S NOTES *****

A big thanks to all of you for taking the time to read this story. I appreciate your continued interest and patience in the time it takes to write something worth publishing.

That said, I want to give extra-special thanks to Oedipus_Sex for once again assisting me with another chapter. Her wonderful talents and tireless efforts go a very long way in making up for my lack of writing skills. I am thrilled that she has agreed to continue helping me with chapter 18 and the continuation of the Mitchell family saga.

I genuinely hope you will enjoy our latest installment...

CHAPTER 17

Karen hummed in tune to the garage door's gentle, electric drone as it slowly lowered and closed. Mere minutes before, she'd kissed her loving husband Robert and bade him goodbye for the day as he departed for work. Now, Karen had those same luscious, red lips moaning and wrapped around the spongy tip of her teenaged son's mammoth cock, whilst her tightly grasping hands worked up and down its thick, veiny shaft.

Jacob had just finished off a delicious breakfast of eggs, bacon, and fluffy, buttery pancakes slathered with golden-brown maple syrup. The appetizingly sweet scent of his bountiful morning fare still hung heavily in the air. With his pants and boxers now pulled down to his knees, he sat in his usual chair at the breakfast nook table, enjoying a first-class blowjob from the same woman who'd prepared his early morning feast with such loving care-- his gorgeous Mother.

Earlier that morning, Jacob had come downstairs to find Karen at her usual spot at this time of the day: in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. As was her wont, his Mother stood at the stove, wearing her customary pink satin robe and humming along to one of her favorite 80's tunes.

As Jacob stepped closer to his gorgeous Mom, it was evident that she'd freshly showered that morning. Along with the savory aroma of Karen's cooking, he could easily detect the familiar, sweet scent of her lavender and vanilla body wash. Noticing that she'd already applied some light makeup to her beautiful face, Jacob thought it gave her a youthful and healthy glow. Karen also had her chestnut brown hair styled in a fashionable ponytail. All these visual cues were a sign that she likely had plans to go out that day.

"Mornin' Mom!" Jacob greeted her, cheerfully.

Flipping a pancake with her spatula, Karen turned to Jacob and warmly replied, "Good morning, sweetie! Hope you're hungry."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jacob responded, his stomach grumbling. "Starving, actually!"

Karen then asked, "Well, how many flap jacks would my

starving

little Snuggle Bear like today?" Leaning over and whispering, she added, "

I drizzled a little bacon grease in the batter...just how you like 'em

!"

"Oh wow...really?" Jacob commented. "Well then, for starters, set me up with at least four."

Karen giggled, "Goodness...you

are

hungry!" She motioned toward the cabinet, "Well, go ahead and grab yourself a plate...I just so happen to have six all ready as we speak. I'm about to start a few more for your father."

As Jacob watched Karen use her spatula to begin transferring the fluffy golden-brown pancakes one by one to his plate, he asked, "So...does that mean dad's still here?"

"Uh-huh," Karen replied with a nod. "I thought he'd be down already, since he said he needed to eat and run." Turning to Jacob, she clarified, "Another one of those 'urgent, early morning meetings'. I think they're having issues again with a project concerning one of their major overseas clients." Placing a fourth pancake on Jacob's plate, Karen asked, "Did you need your dad to give you a lift to school?"

"No, it's not that..." Jacob replied, hesitantly. Taking a quick glance at the kitchen door, he then spoke softly, "Seeing as it's been Sunday morning since you last helped me out...and I have plans to be around Sara quite a bit today, I just thought it might be a good idea for you to 'help' me again...before I go to school."

"Oh...I see," Karen replied flatly, as she picked up the bowl of pancake batter. Once again, she immediately sensed a strange wave of jealousy from the mere mention of Sara's name. The loving Mother chided herself for feeling like she did-- she knew it was unwarranted and totally uncalled for. However, she also knew the hormones affecting her were causing her emotions and good judgment to be all out of whack.

Whilst aggressively stirring the pancake batter with a wooden spoon, Karen commented, "So, I guess you're saying it's better to be safe than sorry?"

"Yeah...exactly!" Jacob responded with a sneaky grin. "Plus, remember what you said to me Saturday night? With great power comes-- "

"Great responsibility," Karen said softly, completing Jacob's line for him. She had to admit, she wasn't totally against the idea. Earlier that morning, she'd awoken with another bizarre and life-like dream brought on by those wicked hormones. In this one, she was giving Jacob a blowjob in her Jeep whilst they were parked at the mall parking garage in broad daylight.

Even now, Karen could still vividly remember her dream. She was leaning over the center console whilst sucking ravenously on Jacob's mammoth cock, even as several shoppers walked right by her parked vehicle. What made the dream even stranger was that as she bobbed her head up and down, slurping on her son's tasty meat stick, Jacob sat casually in the passenger seat, reading aloud the back of one of the video game boxes that she'd just purchased for him that day at the mall. Karen couldn't quite make out exactly what her son was saying, but she knew it was Star Wars-related...something about piloting down a tube and penetrating a giant, orb-like space station's defenses to fire off his missiles. For some odd reason, Jacob's mundane recital of the game's mission was turning Karen on and causing her to go down even harder on his cock. Soon, Karen found she was also fingering herself fervently, until she and her son were both building up to a simultaneous climax. The last thing Karen remembered was a blinding white light and hearing Jacob's voice describing an awesome explosion as they both erupted in the throes of a mutual orgasm. She then suddenly awoke, gasping.

As usual, once Karen woke up from the disturbing dream, she found herself with her right hand down inside her panties and two of her fingers buried within the soft folds of her drooling-wet vagina. Noticing that Robert was on his side facing away from her and gently snoring, the aroused housewife then used her slime-covered digits to silently rub out a quick and much-needed early morning orgasm.

Even though her surreptitious 'jilling' had taken the edge off Karen's pre-dawn arousal, recalling her dream soon had the aroused Mother strangely craving one of her son's thick and creamy morning 'protein shakes' as she absentmindedly stirred the pancake batter. After taking a quick glance at the kitchen door to ensure it was safe, Karen used the ladle to begin pouring out more pancakes onto the griddle. With her voice low, she finally said, "Okay. Since your dad's leaving early this morning...there should be just enough time..."

Jacob's smile widened, "Great! Thanks, Mom!!"

"You're welcome, sweetie..." Karen replied with a warm smile of her own. "Now go ahead and start eating, before your pancakes get cold."

Jacob took his plate to the breakfast nook table and sat in his chair. As he grabbed a few pieces of bacon from the serving platter, Robert burst into the room, already dressed in his usual attire: dress pants, a button-down shirt, and a silk tie. "Mornin', dad!"

"Morning, sport!" Robert replied cheerfully. Walking over behind Karen, he then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. "Good morning,

gorgeous

!!"

Karen giggled, "Good morning to

you

, too..." She then asked with curiosity, whilst flipping a pancake on the griddle, "What's gotten you in such a good mood this morning?"

Pulling out his chair, Robert took a seat at the table, "I just got off the phone with my co-worker, Lester Bates..."

"Lester Bates?..." Jacob asked, stabbing some pancake onto his fork. "Isn't that the character's name from that old movie

'

Psycho

'?

"

Karen chuckled, as she poured a cup of coffee. "That's

Norman

Bates, sweetie." She then placed the cup down on the table in front of Robert and inquired, "But seriously, who's Lester Bates, honey? I don't think I've ever heard you mention him before."

Robert took a quick sip of his coffee and replied, "No, you probably haven't. He just transferred here from the Dallas regional branch about two months ago."

As Karen took two plates out from the cabinet, she asked, "So, what was it about your conversation with this Lester, that's got you so cheerful this morning?"

Robert picked up a piece of bacon from the platter at the center of the table and explained, "Because Lester is the project manager handling the Fuso Industrial account. If you remember, we've been running around in circles with Fuso's management team in Busan, Korea trying to agree on the timetable for them to complete the construction of their new manufacturing facility here in Atlanta."

Karen nodded, while carrying a plate of pancakes over to the table, "Oh yes, now I remember..." It was a half-truth; she rarely if ever concerned herself much with Robert's work, apart from the mandatory company functions and parties she occasionally had to attend with him. After setting a stack of hotcakes in front of Robert, she added, "So, is that why you've been going in early so much lately...all those teleconference meetings?"

Robert picked up the bottle of maple syrup and replied, yawning with a chuckle, "Exactly...that darn'd 13-hour time difference!" As he poured a generous amount of syrup onto his pancakes, he continued, "Anyways, Lester called my cell phone a few minutes ago to notify me that his team was finally able to hash out an agreement with our Korean counterparts which will allow the project to move forward."

Still standing at the stovetop, Karen placed a couple of pancakes on her own plate, and responded assuringly, "Well, that's great news, honey!!"

As Robert began cutting into his pancakes, he added, "So, that means no teleconference meeting this morning...and also means I get to spend a nice, leisurely breakfast with my family for once."

Jacob felt a sudden wave of disappointment washing over him. If his father didn't leave for work early that morning, any chances of him receiving any 'help' from his Mother before going to school would be greatly diminished. With feigned enthusiasm and a smile, he stated, "That's great, Dad!"

Before Karen could sit down, Robert stood up and stepped over to his lovely wife. "Do you know what that also means, for

us

?" he asked, hugging her firmly from behind around the waist and placing a playful smooch in the nape of Karen's neck.

Giggling softly with a demure grin, Karen turned around and replied, "No?"

"It means..." Robert said, as he took Karen's plate of pancakes and quickly set it on the table at her usual spot. He then took her in his arms as if they were about to dance, and he continued, "That I'll be free this weekend to take you out for your birthday."

"Oh, really?" Karen replied, with a smile. "Well, what did you have in mind?"

Robert offered, "I thought maybe we could go to that new club that just opened...you know,

Tech Noir

??"

Karen's eyes lit up, "

Really

??"

Robert nodded, "I thought we could go out to dinner, then maybe do a little dancing..." He then spun Karen around, mimicking one of their old dance moves, causing her to giggle wildly.

Back in the day, Robert had actually been pretty good at dancing, though he wasn't a huge fan of the activity. Karen, on the other hand, simply loved to 'cut a mean rug.' As a former cheerleader, she had great rhythm and timing, along with some really wicked moves.

Pulling Karen back to him, Robert added, "But...only if you'd like to-- "

"If I'd like to?" Karen interrupted, placing her hand on Robert's chest. "Are you kidding me?? I'd

love

to!!"

"What's the 'Tech New War'?" Jacob broke into their conversation, with slight curiosity. Anything that was even slightly 'tech-y' or sci-fi-sounding always piqued his nerdy interest.

Giggling, Karen turned to her son and explained, "

Tech Noir

, sweetie--

N-O-I-R

...and no 'the'. It's this new nightclub downtown that features music from the 1980's. They named it after the dance club from that scene in

The Terminator

. You know, the original one (

with

a 'The') that has the cheesy special effects."

Jacob nodded and shrugged his shoulders with a blank expression. One mention of '1980's' and everything else after that went over his head. The only things that he liked from that decade consisted of a total of eight letters:

T-E-S-B

and

R-O-T-J

.

Giving up on trying to expand Jacob's cultural savviness, Karen turned back to Robert and continued, "Anyways, Janet and her husband went there a couple of weeks ago...she says it's

awesome

!!"

Jacob shook his head and huffed to himself, rolling his eyes, "

Ugh...more old people's music

!" He'd had his fill of 80's music whenever he was in the car with his Mom. He couldn't imagine anyone wanting to go to some loud, flashy nightclub just to listen and dance to that stuff for hours on end-- much less people who were middle-aged!

After a final dramatic pirouette, the nostalgic couple finally sat down in their respective chairs at the breakfast table, still chuckling. Catching his breath, Robert then continued the conversation, "Hey, here's an idea. How about we get a nice, swanky hotel suite in Buckhead Village near the club and make it an overnight thing...sort of like how we did in Atlanta?"

Karen, taking a sip of her coffee, nearly did a spit-take as she locked eyes with Jacob for a split second. With a knowing glance, Mother and son understood exactly what Robert was unwittingly referring to. Nodding as she put her cup back down on the table, Karen had to use both hands to steady her nerves and place the delicate china down slowly onto its saucer without making an awkward 'clink'. Still remorseful with guilt from what had transpired that Saturday night over a month before, alarm suddenly rose in her chest. Desperate to cover up her panic, the loving wife smiled and blurted gushingly, "That's a lovely idea, sweetheart!!"

Cutting into his pancakes, Robert replied cheerfully, "Great! I'll make the reservation later today, then."

Anxious to steer the conversation towards a safer topic, Karen cleared her throat and remarked, "Oh, Jake, by the way...I spoke with an old friend of mine, Julie Hubbard. She said she was able to set up a campus visit for you in Athens, two weeks from Saturday."

After swallowing a mouthful of orange juice with an audible gulp, Jacob nodded and replied, "Awesome! That sounds cool, Mom...thanks!!"

Robert picked up his cup of coffee and asked, ruminating, "Julie Hubbard? Do I know her?"

Karen nodded, "Yes, honey...you know her. She was on the cheerleading squad with me at Georgia...her maiden name back then was Julie Ashworth."

Robert thought for a second and mumbled, "

Ashworth...Julie...Ash--

" His eyes then lit up, as his memory kicked in, "Ohhh!! You mean

that

, Julie. The blonde...with the big-- " Robert caught himself and stopped mid-sentence, once he saw Karen staring admonishingly at him with her left eyebrow arched.

Leaning forward on the table and resting her chin on her fist, Karen said sarcastically, "Well, go on Rob...finish your statement."

Choosing his words wisely, Robert chuckled nervously and tried his best to backpedal, "Smile! Big...beautiful smile." The flustered father turned to his son and clarified, "She had lovely teeth."

Karen scoffed, "Uh-huh. So that's what you guys are into now...big teeth?" Rolling her eyes, she then turned to Jacob and continued, "Anyway, her husband's in charge of the admissions office at the university, and she said he'll be able to set everything up for us."

"Wait a second..." Robert interrupted. "Did you say two weeks from

this

Saturday?"

Karen nodded, "Yes...the weekend before Thanksgiving."

Robert sighed, "Well...I probably won't be able to go with you, then. That's the same week the Korean management team from Fuso will all be here. Most of my time will be occupied wining, dining, and entertaining those guys."

"That's okay, honey..." Karen replied, feigning indifference as she picked up some pancake with her fork. "Athens is my old stomping grounds anyway. I'm sure Jake and I can manage." What Karen conveniently omitted was the fact that Rachel had volunteered to accompany them for the campus visit. Knowing Robert, his likely reaction to knowing Rachel might unfairly try to influence Jacob towards choosing their alma mater would probably not be good. Therefore, to keep the peace in the family, Karen reckoned she didn't need to open

that

can of worms...at least for the time being. Since it was also the weekend right before the busiest travel holiday of the year, Karen had also gone ahead and booked a three-bedroom suite in Athens just in case the hotels filled up too quickly. However, for some reason, she neglected to mention this to Robert as well. Her mind was instead focused on planning out the itinerary for that weekend's getaway. The plan was for her and Rachel to chaperone Jacob for the actual campus tour on Saturday, then check out early the next morning so she and her daughter could show him around their old hangout spots. That way, they'd only have to overnight for a day and could hopefully beat most of the traffic coming back home that Sunday afternoon.

After finishing most of his pancakes, Robert looked at his watch and said, "Uh-oh...I'd better get going." Standing up from the table, he added, "I forgot all about the construction on the interstate." Grabbing his briefcase and keys, Robert explained, "If I don't get past that section of highway early enough, I'm gonna get stuck in traffic and be late for sure!"

As Robert stepped over to kiss her goodbye, Karen said, "I'll walk you out, honey."

"Sounds good!" Robert replied, putting his suit jacket over his arm. As he walked across the kitchen, he said to Jacob, "See ya, sport. Have a good day at school!"

"Bye, dad." Jacob replied, pushing his chair back from the table and standing up.

As Karen followed her husband to the garage door, she raised her index finger, turned around for a second, and mouthed to Jacob, "

Stay right there

!"

Once in the garage, Robert opened his navy-blue Ford Expedition's driver's side door and tossed his briefcase and jacket onto the passenger seat. He then faced Karen and said suggestively, pulling her in close by her hips, "I'm really looking forward to spending some quality 'alone time' with you this weekend."

Karen smiled, "Oh, really??" She then cut her eyes and asked playfully, "I'm also looking forward to it, but are you sure you wouldn't rather be with

Julie

-- and her big...

smile

?"

Robert guffawed and took Karen into his arms, chuckling, "There isn't another woman on God's green earth that I'd rather be with than you...I hope you know that."

Karen draped her arms around the back of Robert's neck. She then replied, "I know...but what kind of wife would I be if I didn't pick on you sometimes?"

After they had kissed, Robert climbed into the driver's seat and closed the door. He then rolled his window down and said, "Hey, who knows? Maybe we can recreate some of that 'magic' from that Saturday night in Atlanta..."