Eros (Original) Ch. 2 (Patreon)

Chapter Two: The Two Queens

After the encounter with his mother Jack barely made it to his room.  He collapsed in the doorway and passed out.

In his dreams he saw a man standing in the shadows and a rose floating in the darkness.  A fog set in, surrounding both the man and the rose.  The rose gave off a faint pink light, which caught in the fog and illuminated the darkness.  It gave color to the man, who was slender and garbed in gold-trimmed robes.  His face was a featureless smudge though.

The man spoke but his words were images.  He left Jack with a message was tangle and unfocused.  Most if it was senseless, but Jack understood one thing: the man was proud.

The next day Jack woke up in his doorway.  He felt surprisingly well rested, considering things.  Everything seemed brighter and the air smelled sweeter.  He sat up and leaned against the door frame, and he considered the dream and the ramifications of the day before.

His mother had been amazing.  He could almost feel the firm grip she had on his cock or the warmth of her mouth.  Closing his eyes, he recalled the exact detail of her eyes as they gleamed with lust and the way her lips stretched elastically around his girth.  Such things would be forever burned into his mind.

That night had put things in perspective.  Immediately after the encounter Jack had felt guilty.  It was understandable.  He had turned his mother into a wanton slut, an arousing but unforgivable feat.

The morning found him delighted over the turn of events.  He had done nothing wrong.  In fact, it felt more like he had been fulfilling his destiny.

He stood and stretched, though his body felt limber enough already.  It really was a bright morning, and Jack was excited to greet the day.  There was a problem though.  His swollen cock stood out like a marble pillar from his crotch and his sperm laden balls slapped against his thighs as he moved.

“Already,” he sighed. These mornings would be the end of him, he decided.

He knew that there was only one way to make the thing go down, but he also knew that he couldn’t go back to masturbation, not after his mother.  His hands just wouldn’t be the same.  He feared that they wouldn’t even be enough.

The problem was how early it was.  At ten thirty in the morning Jack had a long way for his mother’s return.  His erection didn’t have that sort of patience though, which meant he would have to find another willing body to substitute.

Being so hard made it difficult to think clearly but he managed to cycle through a list of females in his neighborhood and then scale them by attractiveness and willingness.  After cutting the list at those who would be absolutely neither he considering what was left.  Few contenders would be at home during the day.  None would be even half as attractive as his mother.

Next he considered their daughters, who would be at home, but was again disappointed.  Outside of the Kernberry family none were old enough to entertain him, and their daughter, while gorgeous, had already started the college semester.

Thoughts of the young Ambrosine Kernberry made him weak in the knees.  His cock grew ever harder, to the point of pain, and his balls swelled with seed.  Whatever he did, he had to stop thinking and had to start doing.

A thought stymied his lustful reveries.  What would happen if he were caught?  His mother was an easy target.  She was his mother.  They lived together and had plausible reason for overt affection, within reason.  Jack didn’t spend much time outside at all though, and his presence in the house of young mothers around the neighborhood would do more than raise questions.

To complicate matters more, if Jack was entirely honest he didn’t completely understand the day before.  His mother’s behavior was uncharacteristic, to say the least.  He didn’t know if he could duplicate the effect within her, let alone create it in strangers.

He groaned and stared down at his swollen endowments.  It required attention and all of this thinking was only making things difficult.  He didn’t need to understand these new gifts completely to use them.  A basic grasp was enough for what he wanted.

His mother was the key.  She was neglected, sexually and emotionally.  His father, while well-meaning, was an abhorrent pig.  That may have been why his mother was so willing.

What Jack needed was someone equally neglected and someone who he would have call to visit anyhow.  People of that nature were few and far between where he lived, but the perfect woman came to mind.  It was someone close to the family and sexually frustrated enough that release was guaranteed.

Jack grinned and dressed himself.  His huge cock stretched up and tented his shirt.  With effort Jack wrestled with and tucked it away before stepped out into the hot summer sun.  He was determined to find his pleasure.

After her shower Victoria had thought the worst had come and past.  Later that night she realized how wrong she was.  Cleaning their mess left her frustrated and lustful, but the fresh air took that way.  This reprieve proved momentary though, as her thoughts turned even before she turned in for bed that night.

Her son was simply gorgeous, and if he hadn’t disappeared after that spectacular display of virility she would certainly have sucked him into another glorious orgasm.

She watched television late into the night, desperate to turn her mind to something else.  Somehow she had to find a way to resist him and treat him like her son and not a work of art.  The more she thought on it though, the more hopeless she felt.

Sleep came early that night.  The encounter had left her emotionally and physically empty, and she had an early morning at work.  Her sleep was deep and surprisingly restful despite her dreams.

Normally Victoria wasn’t the sort to dream.  That night she dreamt of a pink fog surrounding her on all sides.  She was naked and her skin gleamed, as if she had been rubbed down with oil.  Tiny pink rings around her wrist and neck and were bound with chains. They were inlaid with gold.

She sat quietly while the pink mist swirled around her.  The air was hot and smelled of sex.  Arousal was in her gut and spreading throughout her.  The cuffs and collar shrank.  She struggled against them, clawing and thrashing madly as they pulled her closer to the ground.  It was futile though, and she was forced to bow.

The smaller the collar got the less she could breath.  The veins her in wrist lost circulation.  Her bones ached and were just about to give.  She looked up and saw an image of true beauty standing above her.  It was her son, and he was smiling down at her. Limp and impossibly huge, his beautiful cock hung between his legs.

She looked into his eyes and saw two suns burning.  One of them was golden in color and the other was pink.

Her flesh parted, and she winced.  No pain came though; instead she was graced with the most rapturous of pleasure.  The cuffs melded into her flesh and dissolved into the blood.  Likewise the collar disappeared, leaving her writhing on the floor at her son’s feet.

When the pleasure eased she remained kneeling, her forehead pressed firmly to the ground.  She loved her son and was devoted to his perfection.  His beauty was divine and his perfection absolute.

Upon his word she sat up and cupped his enormous godhood.  She stroked it gently and opened her mouth…

Victoria woke to sweaty sheets and a sopping pussy.  She yearned for something, someone, and it was so intense that she couldn’t wait.  Without hesitation she jammed her hands down her pants and fondled herself to an underwhelming orgasm.

The only thing that aroused her was the thought of a specific person: her son.  She imagined herself in servitude to him.  These thoughts weren’t sexual in nature.  In her day dream she obeyed his every command.  She cooked for him, cleaned for him, shopped for him, and of course, she pleasured him as well.

She lay in bed after the orgasm, panting.  The dreams bounced around in her head.  To a point they made sense, but everything was disjointed, like a movie cut together incorrectly.

Whatever images were in her head she didn’t have time to ponder them.  Her dreams had made her late for work.  She left such lascivious thoughts on the floor with her robe and dressed.  She was out the door before she could even wash.

It wasn’t until much later in the day that she realized her mistake.  While wiping sweat from her brow she found the familiar scent and blushed.  Alone, in her office, she stared at her hands in disgust.  The smell was a mark of her sinful lust.

Her thoughts turned to her son and his beautiful cock.  Arousal seized her suddenly, leaving her quaking for a release.  She didn’t have time or privacy to find it though, and left her office flustered and unfulfilled.

Her arousal swelled through the day and reached a high at ten.  She had flashes of hot and cold while her stomach churned uncomfortably.  Her pussy remained wet and needy all day.

Customer cast her strange glances as she passed them.  She hardly noticed them at first, but by noon she could no longer ignore it.  Women gave her disapproving glares.  Men stared in appreciative awe.  One boy even tried to snap a photo.

Victoria retreated to her office and with the aid of a hand mirror examined herself.  It seemed that in her rush that morning she had foregone a bra.  Her nipples, though small, were very hard and were visible beneath her work shirt.

Up to that point she had been feeling pleasure each time she walked, and now she knew why.   Her nipples were scrapping along her blouse.  Normally Victoria didn’t think how sensitive her chest was.  Her husband wasn’t a breast man and had no interest in her impressive endowments.

By one her nipples were aching hard and drawing even greater attention.  One rail of a customer even went so far as to leer and wink.  Victoria was revolted but managed to smile politely before gagging.  Compared to her husband the man was a joke and compared to her son he was invisible.

After that Victoria looked to her clock and nearly prayed for work to end.  It was already proving to be a long day, and she knew home would be no respite from the storm of sexuality she found herself in.

Jack followed the normal pattern as he crossed the street.  He hopped the fence and went in the back door, as he always did.  That was his pattern since childhood, and in adulthood it still amused her.

As quietly as possible he slid the back door open and slipped into the laundry room.  Then he followed the hall down to the kitchen, where he always found her.  He could hear the television in the background.  Her husband was watching the news in the living room.  Some things never changed, but Jack was grateful for the familiarity.

He snuck up on her and, as was traditional, whispered, “Boo!”  She nearly jumped out of her skin but was smiling when she turned to greet him.  No matter how many times he surprised her she never frowned.  She loved his visits and like all women in his life seemed much happier to greet him over the recent months.  They hugged, and she kissed him on the cheek.

“Jack! It’s so good to see you!”

“Same to you, grams, and I must say, you look younger than ever!”

Rebecca, Jack’s grandmother, waved his compliment off and blushed.  It was partially true though.  Despite her years, Rebecca barely showed age.  With a healthy diet, an active life, and a lot of luck his grandmother had managed to maintain her beauty without the aid of any needles or blades. For the first time in his life Jack took time to regard his grandmother as a woman, and while he always knew she was beautiful, he had never realized how sexy she was.

Victoria, Rebecca’s daughter, took her youthful appearance from her mother and her dark complexion from her father.  Rebecca was, in terms of hue, nearly an exact opposite of Jack’s mother and stimulated him in many different ways.  Her hair was very light brown and curled to a stop around her shoulders.  Her skin was pale, and her face was heart-shaped and marked by a small nose, big blue eyes, and very pink, very full lips.  She had glasses with small round lenses that were always perched on her nose.  This gave her a shy sort of librarian look that was a stark contrast to her daughter’s seductive tease.

Her figure was softer and rounder with age.  While not fat, she was full-figured, and she wore the weight well.  Her hips were wide and her bottom very round and supple.  Breast-wise, she was highly endowed, sporting breasts larger than even her daughter on a body that was shorter.

“I’m serious, grams, you look amazing!  I’d be lucky to look half as good as you once I’m your age.”

Rebecca smiled bashfully.  “Thank you.”  There was something strange about her grandson that day.  In recent months he had changed, made her weak in the knees and eager to please.  That day he seemed predatory and watched her with a primal hunger that both aroused and frightened her.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”  She turned and went back to stirring her cookies.  Rebecca, like all grandmothers, was an amazing baker.

Jack watched her and toyed with his new sixth-sense.  It let him see strange things.  Something was buried deep inside of her, hiding in forgotten parts of her mind.  She craved intimacy, just as his mother had.  He simply needed to fulfill it.

She stole glances as she stirred and seemed just as pleased with him as he was with her.  Like all the women in his life, Rebecca became more accommodating of Jack since his sudden cock growth.  Unlike others, this accommodation manifested less in a lustful hunger and more by turning her into a constant confectionary delivery system.  Every time he saw her she was preparing him home made chocolate chip cookies, and she did so simply because it was his favorite snack.

It had been weeks since Jack’s last visit.  He had started avoiding her for fear of early diabetes.  She was anxious at his approach now, seemingly afraid of pushing him away.  She blushed when he looked her over but didn’t run.  She was ashamed and perfectly understanding all at once.  Somehow Jack could see all of this.

“J-Jack, did you hear me?”

Jack filed these strange occurrences for consideration later.  He said, “Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just watching you work.”  He smiled when she stopped momentarily.  “To answer your question: what if I just wanted to visit? Is there a problem with a grandson visiting his beautiful grandmother?”

“N-No, of course not!  I wasn’t complaining.  I just curious…”

Jack shrugged.  “Well, I’m not sure why but the water in my house is being weird.  It stopped working this morning, so I was wondering if I could take a shower here.  I’m sure you could tell already, but I reek.”

Rebecca couldn’t have disagreed more.  She didn’t recognize that scent, but she thought it was delightful.

“So, do you think that would be okay?”

She knew something was wrong from the start.  If the water was out at his house, then it would most likely be out at her house as well.  Furthermore, Jack hadn’t brought anything to shower with.  He had coming with nothing but good looks and a winning smile.

“Of course you can, sweetie.  Go right on ahead.”

She didn’t know what mischief he was up to and truth be told she didn’t care.  As long as he was happy so was she.

“Thanks, and I’m going to use the master bath, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jack was so excited that he nearly sprinted down the hall, but a thought stopped him.  “Oh, and gams, don’t tell grandpa about this visit, okay? I want this to be our little secret.”

She nodded silently because, while she didn’t understand why her husband couldn’t know, she also didn’t care to ask.  Jack wanted it kept secret, and what he wanted he got.

“Thanks,” he said just before disappearing.

With him gone Rebecca tried to focus on her cookies but felt lonely.  Jack lit up the room and brought life to her tired, grey world.  With him gone she felt more empty and alone than before his visit.  It was so bad that she almost followed him.

She blushed and stopped moving.  Images of him in the shower came to mind and despite her personal disgust she couldn’t banish them.  They soaked into her brain, filling her with sudden waves of heat and want.

When Jack had first decided to visit his grandmother, he had meant to find release almost immediately.  Upon seeing her and effect he had on her Jack’s plans changed.  He wanted more than a simple orgasm, because that isn’t what his mother gave him the day before.  What Jack wanted from his grandmother, and what he could get only from the women in his life, was worship.

So Jack left her alone to marinate in thoughts of him and showered.  He wasn’t lying when he said how he reeked.  His skin smelled of stale cum, which he personally didn’t care for.

As he showered he took hold of his massive erection and reminisced about his mother.  The day before replayed through his nervous system.  He wondered if his grandmother would be so skilled or so dedicated.

He had woken up quite hard, but thoughts of his grandmother and mother were making him stiff as stone.  His arteries were prominent beneath his flesh and the fat crown was a brilliant red.

He had to get his worship soon or else his lust would win out, and he have to find a sad release within the confines of his grandmother’s shower.

Rebecca hummed an old rock and wiggled a bit while finishing up her cookies.  The surprise visit from her grandson had lifted her spirits considerably.  It was the perfect unexpected pick-up up.

No one else could make her smile so easily.  Knowing that Jack made this trip out of his own will, rather than some forced family gathering, made things sweeter. To her it meant that he loved his grandmother, and that she was not something old and overlooked.  It made her feel worthy of attention.

Rebecca laid the cookies out evenly on a baking sheet and then slipped them into the oven.  She didn’t like when her mind drifted to dark places, such as her age or her seclusion.  She knew that at fifty-four she still looked great, but she also knew that wouldn’t last forever.  Getting old was her greatest fear.  Having her grandson’s approval seemed like the only way to fight it off.

She set the timer and then glanced down the hall.  The shower was running. Whatever Jack was doing in there—and she didn’t want to think about it—she hoped that he was enjoying himself.  That was most important to her: Jack’s happiness.

Jack dried himself after the shower and through sheer force of will didn’t masturbate.  The shower had been an exercise in self-control, to say the least.  He discarded the towel and then marched down the hall to the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile.

His cock wobbled in front of him, side-to-side, as if leading him back to corrupt his grandmother’s pussy.  Normally fear would stop such crass action.  Fear was far from Jack’s mind though.  He was driven by lust and need, and in many ways his cock was leading him about.

When he stepped into the kitchen he found his grandmother’s back to him and was momentarily mesmerized by her round bottom swaying to the beat of some unheard song.  He grew stiffer and longed for her touch.

Jack approached silently and gave a deliberate poke against her rear.

Up to that point Rebecca had been unaware.  She was too long in thoughts of him to notice his arrival.  Then she felt what she had assumed was a large rubber ball smack into her butt twice and, baffled, turned to see what had happened.

“J-Jack…”  She dropped her sponge to the floor and stared in wide-eyed awe.  Jack was naked, and he looked stunning.  Not only did he have a handsome face and a cute, skinny little body, he was blessed with the largest penis she had ever seen.  It was outstandingly long and thick, and it pulsed with vitality.  Below it were equally impressive testicles.

In her youth Rebecca had enjoyed a healthy sex life with her husband.  They weren’t kinky, but the sex was fantastic.  From what little she knew of sex William, her husband, was very well hung.  He had a thick nine inch cock and found great pleasure it stuffing her with it.

What pride she had for her husband’s endowments was shattered upon seeing Jack.  He was more than better hung than her husband though.  His soft, sleek features made his cock look bigger, and it left her truly unable to believe his size.

Up to that point Rebecca had been ignore a faint tickle of heat in her crotch.  When she saw her grandson it flared to life, ignoring her wishes or concerns in the process.  The way he moved, the texture of his skin, and the depth of his gaze all seemed to bleed sexuality

She stared at his enormous manhood.  “W-What are you doing out here,” she squeaked out.  Her mind was a mess of thoughts.  She didn’t want to interrupt the moment but was too afraid of how things would progress.

Jack stood still and let her conflicting feelings wrestle within her.  Rebecca hadn’t been noticed in years, but at one point being noticed was the most important part of her life.  She lived for her husband’s pleasure, sexual and otherwise.  It had been the focus of their marriage.  Time took it away though.  Age placed them in isolated bubbles that forced them to float around their house, existing side-by-side but not together.

She looked up from his incredible endowment and into his eyes, and she became lost.  Jack was staring at her and was seeing her.  His cock was swollen for her.  He wanted her and despite any misgivings she wanted him.

He saw the shift in her, subtle as it was.  Arousal won out over guilt.  Shame only seemed to be a catalyst for her, making her lustful needs stronger.  Jack smiled and waved her over.  “Come with me, grandmother, I’m going to show you something amazing.”

Jack led his grandmother down the hall, through the master bedroom, and into the bathroom.  He locked the door behind him and then took a seat on the toilet.  His legs were spread wide and his back was straight.  To her Jack looked like a king upon his throne, and his cock jutted from between his legs like a mighty scepter.

His scent was thick in the room already, and it was difficult for Rebecca to ignore.  It surrounded her and suffocated her, filling her with heat and wetness.  Arousal from her youth returned in full force and grew stronger than anything she had ever experienced.

Rebecca’s mind warped.  Her entire world shifted and began revolving around her grandson.  To her he was perfect in all ways.  His scent, his looks, his cock, she lived entirely for all of it.  She kneeled before him without a word.

Jack smiled.  “Good girl.”  The ease with which his grandmother submitted was almost boring.  He didn’t complain though, because in the end it just meant more fun for him.  “Now come closer.”

Rebecca shuffled over on her knees.  She was in between his legs and dangerously close to his manhood.  To say Jack was well-endowed would like saying the ocean has a lot of water.  What he possessed was beyond endowment.  It was a gift from god.

He was longer and thicker than her husband by a wide margin.  The tip of his dick was bright red and very swollen and hanging below the inoffensive sight were his spectacular balls.  They fell down the edge of the toilet like a waterfall of flesh and rested against the porcelain.  Rebecca nearly salivated.

Just as she hungered for him, Jack hungered for her.  He hungered for her lush, womanly body.  He hungered for her warmth mouth and dedicated hands.  Most of all he hungered for her lust and her worship, which she would eagerly give to him in only a few moments.

Rebecca locked gazes with her grandson and leaned in to smell him.  His cock smelled great.  To her it was potent, masculine scent.  It made her feel small, dainty, and submissive.  In all her years of sexual congress with her husband—who was by far the manliest person she knew—she never felt so small.

Jack had something most men did not.  He had a charismatic confidence.  As they stared at each other Rebecca realized that his gaze seemed to own her.  He smiled calmly and looked her over without shame.  He possessed her, and she enjoyed that feeling of possession.  Though married, Rebecca knew that after that day Jack would be the one who owned her.

“Now, grams, thank you for following me in here.  I really appreciate it, and now that we’re alone I was wondering if you could do me another favor.  It’s not hard.  I want you to tell me what you want more than anything at this moment.

Thoughts failed her.  She couldn’t sort out her wanted.  Her desires were so intense that they were all-consuming.  With so many years spent empty and wanting Rebecca didn’t know how to process it all.

Without a desire to call her own she decided to take on Jack’s desires instead.  She would crave what he craved, and would do whatever he asked.  Subservience was a skill she had master long ago, and it was one she was always eager to exercise.

She smiled meekly at him.  “H-Honestly, Jack, I want whatever you want.  I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

Jack’s expression softened.  He caressed her hair gently, and she closed her eyes to accept it.  Just as her mind was his to use, so was her body it seemed.  Submission was easily milked from her, but Jack found that it was part of her charm.

“Then I have good news.  I know exactly what I want..  Do you?”

Her ears ate his voice and savored the sound of it.  She opened her eyes, and she stared expectantly at his hard-on.  “I think I have an idea…”

He lifted her gaze to meet his.  Something burned behind her eyes.  Jack could see it, dancing, shimmering, but only barely.  It was hazy in the depths of her eyes and flashed in a burst of light before disappearing.

His head hurt.  He released her from his grip and reclined back against the toilet.  Shifting in this manner shoved his crotch forward, and so his cock came rushing forward and nearly struck his grandmother across the face.

Being so close made his scent stronger.  She could feel the heat of his skin.  Every breath filled her with fresh heat.  She licked her lips and looked past his crotch.

“J-Jack…”

Jack pinched his eyes shut momentarily, blinked, and then gazed down at her sex-drunken face.  “Take off your shirt for me.”

Rebecca nodded and obeyed.   If she had known that Jack would want this during his visit then she would have dressed differently.  Jack noticed immediately the ratty old bra she wore, and obviously didn’t care for it.  She looked up at him anxiously and crushed her breasts between her arms in an hope to allure him.  His grimace left her heart broken.

“This just won’t do.  I’ll get some money from my dad or something, but we just can’t have this.  Your tits are way too great to spoil with something so worn down.  We’ll get you some sexier underwear to wear for me, okay?”

She nodded and smiled again.  She was relieved to know that her body pleased him, and made a mental note to go shopping whenever she had the chance.  Jack deserved the best, and if Rebecca wanted to keep up then she would have to work at it.

“Okay, now that your shirt is out of the way we can get to the important part.”  He waved his cock in front of her and laughed when she followed its movements.  “Now, you go ahead and do whatever it is you think I want.”

“But…”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.  Just try and make me happy.”

She stared at his cock.  “Okay.”  Rebecca felt like a kid at a candy store.  There was so much that she didn’t know where to start.

After a few seconds of contemplation she scooted close and grasped his hot fat shaft by the crown.   This light contact scent euphoria through her.  Starting in her fingers, it worked is way up her arm, traversed the whirlpool of anxiety that was her stomach, and waded into the deep marshes of her pussy.

Close proximity left her too cock-hungry to think.  She grasped him with her other hand and jerked, and as she did, she continued to shuffle closer and closer.  His smell entranced her and his heat suffused her.  She kept closing the distance until his cock was pressed firmly against her face.

He felt huge and hot.  She closed her eyes and mewled.  Each breath became deeper as she fed on him.  Her pussy was so hot and wet that it was nearly melting.  She became at first light-weight and then weightless.  The hard world around her gave way and left her with nothing but beauty and bliss.  She felt the pulsing of his cock against her face.  She felt the tickle of his scent in her nose.  She felt the warmth of his lust in her veins.

She came.  It was sudden, so sudden that it took Jack off guard.  He felt tension in the air and then a powerful release.  She nuzzled him, grinding her face into his steel hard shaft while moaning and coming repeatedly. She grew louder with each passing orgasm.

Fearful that her noises might alert his grandfather, who was a large man despite his age, Jack stuffed his cock into her mouth.  Her mewling didn’t cease though.  She kept moaning around him and the vibrations sent a sharp stab of pleasure into him.  He jerked from the sudden onslaught and then let instinct take over.  Without think he took hold of his grandmother’s head and started fucking her mouth.

Rebecca loved it.  She choked on him and slobbered on him.  Her moans of pleasure turned to submissive gurgles.  Another orgasm hit her.  All of the ones before were small, insignificant.  They felt good, but they were merely products of sexual neglect.  This one was real, and it was intense, and it was life changing.

She let out a shriek around his cock and opened her eyes to stare up at him.  What she felt was the most erotic thing in the world.  Her grandson’s impossibly large cock was a thick, swollen bridge of flesh that closed the space between her wide-spread mouth and his young, attractive body.

She looked past his cock, up his body, and into his dark eyes.  His gaze was powerful and seized her.  It marked her, and the heat of his cock branded her lips.  In that moment she not only was owned, but she felt owned, and she loved it.

Jack tasted amazing to her.  It was like a concentrated version of him.  If sex had a flavor, she assumed it would be like Jack.  It mixed well with his powerful scent and natural beauty.

She coaxed him with both hands and sucked.  In a very literal sense Rebecca found herself hungering for his pleasure.  His size and rigidity were nothing like she had ever experienced, but she wanted more.  She wanted him to erupt in orgasm as she did.  She wanted to bring him to the highest threshold of pleasure.

Jack wondered what he did to deserve such a blessing.  His grandmother seemed to have no such concerns though.  She threw herself into his sexual worship.  Everyone else seemed inferior to him, as if it were his fate to be worshipped and it was the fate of others to do the worshipping.

He pulsed, signaling a coming orgasm.  Rebecca slid one hand down and started massaging his heavy testicles.  Swallowing was a curious desire for her.  Never before had she craved cum in the way that she did for him.  For Jack she would eat every drop though, and she would do so without hesitation.

He twitched, and though it was their first time together Rebecca knew what this meant.  He was swelling to the point of suffocating her.  His balls were hot in her grasp.

She tugged deftly on his scrotum to keep the orgasm at bay.  Jack let out a whimper and twisted beneath her.  This prolonged pleasure was a sweet sort of torture to him.

His cock was harder than diamonds and terribly swollen.  The flesh was growing a purple and angry looking, and Rebecca struggled to even fit him in her mouth, let alone take him deeper.

It started again in a powerful surge.  Everything started rushing by.  Jack squeezed the counter until his hands hurt.  Pleasure bubbled up in his gut, preparing to spread throughout, and then was snatched away by another quick pull by his grandmother.

Jack flushed with want and rage.  He glared.  “Damn it bitch, let me cum!”

Rebecca purred and pulled back.  Long strands of saliva trailed from his gleaming cock head to her swollen lips.  She wiped them away before stroking him with both hands.

“Cum,” she murmured lovingly.

“Open your mouth.  Open your mouth and catch it,” he rasped.

She obeyed and just in time, too.  Jack came almost immediately, and his orgasm was one for the record books.  Rebecca would later think back and remember being amazed by two things.  Firstly, she was stunned by the intensity of his orgasm.  Secondly, she was awed by the thickness of his cum and the amount that he produced.

Jack gave her a storm of cum.  His first shot splashed against the wall behind her and ran its way down a clothes hamper, the floor, and then her.  The very end of it left a thick line of cum between her glasses, along her nose, and right into her pale cleavage.

The second ribbon followed a similar arch but deviated by cutting across the left lens of her glasses.  This time some got into her mouth and ran down her chin.  As it subsided the stream splashed across her left breast and soaked into her rock hard nipple.

After that it followed a similar pattern.  His aim was consistent, varying only by a few inches.  By the end her face and breasts were thoroughly covered, and she was sitting with her head back, a mouth full of sperm, and jerking his throbbing cock.

She held his fat crown in her hand and let her open palm collect a reservoir of cum.  It was so thick that the pool overflowed and spilled down her forearm.  With her other hand she slowly jerked the last little bit out.

Jack had nearly blacked out.  He took a few seconds to catch his breath before even opening his eyes, but when he did he was awed by his own virility.

His grandmother’s face was entirely covered in cum.  Her glasses were eclipsed, and the same could be said of her neck, shoulder, and milky-white breasts.  There was more though, something so depraved and so sexy that he nearly popped another erection right there.  His grandmother was perched on her knees, with her head inclined back and her mouth open and filled as if it were a bird bath.  She had caught so much of sperm that if she were to try and close her mouth even to swallow it the cum would spill over and create a waterfall down her body.

She remained completely still and let the orgasm pass through her.  It had started small but quickly picked up pace.  By then end it was like an explosion of pleasure taking place in a tsunami of lust.  This single, colossal orgasm washed away decades of sexual neglect and left her pants and panties thoroughly saturated with womanly juices.

Once she settled, she adopted something of a smile.  It was hard to see through all of the sperm, but she was delighted.  With some effort she managed to close her mouth, allowing only a small sample of Jack’s sperm to run down her neck.  The rest was safely and happily deposited in her belly.  It seemed to her that his cum tasted even better than his cock.

Balancing on her free hand, she leaned forward and started sucking his cock clean.  When she finished, she sat back and waited patiently for a command, as if she had been trained to do so.

Jack was stunned.  His grandmother was almost a literal puddle of sperm, and yet she seemed completely composed.  The sight was at odds with normal, real-world behavior.  He had to think, to regain his own head, before he could even speak.

“So…”

“So,” Rebecca said dreamily.

Jack stood and slipped past her.  Her found his clothes and started dressing.

“Well, grams, how was that?”

“Delightful,” she said.

“So, you enjoyed your little sperm baptism?”

“Very much so,” she said.

Jack paused with his shirt.  “Do you know what a baptism is?”  He didn’t know where the question came from but would later realize that it was the start of something big.

Rebecca nodded carefully, so as not to dislodge the sperm on her face.  She was saving it.

“Explain it to me, if you would.”

“Baptisms are a cleansing of the spirit and a rebirth into god’s hands.”

“That’s a good answer,” Jack said, and he saw a subtle smile play across her face.  “I want you to think of this as a baptism, and I do mean that literally.  Today I have baptized you in my sperm, and you have become a woman reborn.”  These words weren’t his, but they sounded right leaving his mouth, so he didn’t take them back.  It felt right to be worshipped by beautiful women and to baptize them in his sperm.  He said, “You’re mine now.  Do you understand me?”

Again, she nodded very slowly and carefully.

“Good girl.  Keep this a secret from everyone unless I say otherwise.  I’ll be back, and while I’m away I’ll consider baptizing other parts of you.”  Jack unlocked the door and said, “Oh, and don’t forget that new underwear.  What you’re wearing now really doesn’t suit you.”

After that he left.  Rebecca remained on the floor, soaking in a puddle of tepid cum.  She wasn’t in a hurry to bathe though.  His sperm felt nice on her skin and made her feel warm throughout, even as it turned cold.

She scooped some up from her cleavage and tasted a bit.  “Delicious,” she whispered, and then she slowly ran her hands down her body.  “Oh…Jack…”

Victoria made it home around three.  The car ride had been awful.  She nearly ran off the road three times because she kept falling into fantasies.  At home she waited in the driveway, flush faced, and tried to sort out her thoughts.

She stared at the house.  Everything she dreaded was inside of there.  So was everything she craved.  In truth, that which she dreaded and that which she craved were the very same and that made everything worse.

In such a wild, wanting state she wouldn’t be able to refuse her son.  He would have complete control over her, and she couldn’t allow that.  Resistance was impossible, so she had to go with avoidance.  She had to make it to her bedroom.  From there she could lock the door and hide out for the rest of the night.

She took a deep breath.  Whatever happened, she couldn’t allow herself to panic.  If she panicked, she was vulnerable.  If she was vulnerable then things would happen, and that was what she was trying to avoid.

When she got out of the car she nearly fell.  She stumbled up and shut the door quietly behind her.  Then she scrambled through the fence, up the porch, and inside of the house.  All of this was done in relative silence.

The living room was empty, and the house was eerily quiet.  Jack was nowhere to be seen though, and that gave her hope.  She cut a straight line through the living room, nearly tripping over the coffee table in the process, and then slipped inside of the master bedroom.  Once the door was closed, she released a long sigh.

“Did it,” she breathed.  She smiled and nearly laughed.  “I did it.”

She stepped away from the door and sauntered lazily toward the bathroom.  Feeling safe, she didn’t see any reason to rush.  The day was won.  Her victory was assured.  The bedroom would be her safe haven, where she could be free of incestuous submission.

Her body was still hot though and ached for release.  She went to the shower and started it up.  Then she undressed in front of the mirror.  Victoria nearly didn’t recognize herself.  She was lustful and the look seemed to suit her.  Her blush added color to her cheeks.  The gleam in her eye added life.  Everything else about her seemed to glow.

She cupped her breasts and felt her poor, aching nipples.  Through the day they had chaffed against her blouse.  They were sensitive and unused to contact.  She caressed them gently and moaned aloud.  She ran her hand lower, to the unruly bush of her crotch.  It was soaking wet.

Whatever strange event happened yesterday had changed her sexual chemistry.  Her brain just wasn’t the same anymore.  Her skin had been more sensitive and her mind dirtier.  Even though it hadn’t even been a full day since getting that load, Victoria was afraid this change was permanent.

When she stepped into the shower she intended to wash away these awful feelings.  The feel of the hot water bombarding her receptive flesh did the exact opposite.  She quickly found herself hornier and started losing herself once again to daydreams of her son and his beautiful cock.

In the dream Jack was in the bathroom with her.  He pulled the shower door open and brazenly stared at her.  He was naked and proudly displaying a magnificent erection.

Victoria pulled him into the shower and started cleaning every inch of him.  She washed his back, his legs, his feet, and his chest, and all the while she remained aware of his most vital part.  Once she had roamed all over his body, she grabbed his enormous cock in her soapy hands and pretended to wash it as well.

The charade didn’t last long.  Cleaning was quickly forgotten, and true worship took its place.  She massaged him with both hands and gazed lovingly as he swelled in appreciation.  She wanted his load all over her and the shower.

When he came so did she, and as she predicted his cum was everywhere.  He wasn’t done though.  Neither had recovered before Jack stood and pinned her to the wall.  He manhandled her supple flesh and ran his fat cock against her womanhood.  After what felt like an eternity of teasing, she reached down and guided him in.

Victoria wailed in pleasure and collapsed in the shower.  It all felt so real and so amazing.  Unfortunately, it was all a fantasy.  She was on the floor of the shower, alone, sitting in what had turned to cold water, and she had three fingers buried in her motherly snatch.

She pulled her fingers free and just sat in the water.  What should have been shameful actually came as a great relief in her.  From the very start of her day a wildfire had been burning inside of her.  Only after her orgasm did this fire ease.  There was still warmth there, but the intensity was lost.

She washed, rinsed, and dried herself before slipping on a robe.  By that point her lust was subsided.  She still meant to spend the evening alone, without temptation.  Simply thinking of Jack stirred unwelcome feelings in her.  Actually, putting herself around him would be asking for trouble.

She pulled her robe tight around her slender waist and stepped out of the bathroom.  What she didn’t know was that trouble waited in her bedroom for her.

Jack had watched his mother pull into the drive.  He had also watched her sit around in the car and build her courage.  If he had wanted to, he could have met her in the living room.  The only reason he didn’t was because it was all a game to him.

He waited in his room, listening for the door.  His mother was incredibly loud, despite her efforts.  She slammed the car door closed and stumbled up the porch stairs.  The living room door creaked as she slipped inside, and he heard her trip over the coffee table as she ran to her room.

Jack had taken another shower, a real shower, after coming home.  He was just about to get changed when his mother came home.  He slipped into a pair of shorts and a shirt.  Then he went down the hall and to the master bedroom.  The door was unlocked.

He entered the master bedroom and closed the door behind him.  His mother had the shower going in the bathroom.  He figured she left that room unlocked too, but saw no reason to rush things.  His parents had a king-sized waterbed that was as good as any place to wait and surprise her.

Victoria found Jack waiting for her in the bedroom.  He was situated on the bed, and he was smiling at her.

He said, “Hello, mother.”

Victoria gazed immediately at his crotch.  Before opening the door, her arousal had died.  Upon seeing Jack her arousal flourished.  The change was immediate, and she felt hot all over.  She pulled her robe tighter to her frame, as if to hide herself from him.  All it did was accentuate her curves further.

“Jack, what are you doing in here?  This is my bedroom.  You don’t have the right to just go wherever you please.”

“Don’t be angry,” Jack said as she slowly crawled out of the bed.  His cock was very hard and very distracting for her.  “I just heard some strange noises and was concerned.”

“Is that why you crawled into the bed,” she snapped.

Jack ignored her and said, “You were very loud in there, you know.  You were screaming so loud.  Kept on calling out my name.”

Victoria blushed.  “I did not, and I want you to leave right now.”

He stood before her.  His cock was so hard and so big that it didn’t simply tent his pants, but it tented his shirt as well.  As she gazed at him Victoria felt her hunger return.  She also felt stifled by her garment and tugged it open a bit to get some air.  This revealed the very top of her breasts to him.

Jack gazed at her big, perky breasts for a moment and then looked her in the eye.  “I’m not doing anything wrong.  I’m just coming by to check on my sexy mother, who I love so much.”  He started stalking toward her.

Victoria stepped back.  “You shouldn’t be here.  I’m your mother.  This is wrong.  Please, please leave.”

“You don’t really want me to leave.”

“No, I do, and I command you to.  Get the hell out of my room before I…”

“Before you what, beg me to show you my cock like the horny slut you are?”

Victoria’s face grew hot, though from shame or rage she couldn’t quite tell.  The word slut was volatile for her.  She hated it and found it degrading, but Jack made it sound like a compliment.  Her nipples were hard and chaffing again.

“Don’t…I’m not a slut, and you should be ashamed for saying such things.  I am your mother, and you need to watch your mouth, mister!”

This was all a front and they both knew it.  She had no control over Jack because he had all the power.  Still, she tried to stare him down, but he advanced without fear.  Her heart skipped a beat.

After a few steps she could smell that strong, masculine scent.  She felt hotter and hornier.  The daydream she had in the shower came back to her. She recalled each erotic detail.  He had called her a slut then, too, and she had loved it.  It frightened and aroused her how much she was changing.

He grabbed her hands and put them to his swollen crotch.  Instinctively, she stroked him.

Lord, he is huge, she thought, and she started remembering the day before.  As she sucked and stroked him on the couch she had memorized every detail of him.  In the shower her daydreams were anatomically correct to the millimeter, not that she was willing to admit that to herself.

He reached up and smoothed the hair from her face.  They made eye contact, and she felt weak under his gaze.  No matter how she struggled she couldn’t resist.  Jack bent her mind.  He made her want him.

Her throat felt parched and her stomach empty.  She wanted to eat his cum again, and to feel it spray all over her.  She whispered his name in one last, submissive plea for mercy.

“Stop…”

Jack grasped her by the neck and pulled her in close.  “No,” he whispered, and then he kissed her.  When their lips touched she gave in.  The taste of his mouth was potent and intoxicating.  It made her feel safe, like she could put her trust in him, and like submitting to him was the right thing to do.

He invaded her mouth and let her suck on his tongue.  She purred and slipped one hand into his pants and around his cock.  With the other hand she yanked his shorts down and let them fall to the ground.  When they parted they were both breathless.

She stared down in awe at what she held.  The cock was out of the bag and now pressed against her fit stomach.  He reached around, grabbed her tight ass, and pulled her forward.  He slid up her body and speared the valley of her breasts.

“What was it you wanted me to stop calling you again?”

Victoria shuddered.  “A…slut.”

“That’s right.”  He leaned in and whispered, “You’re a slut.”

She couldn’t argue after seeing his cock. Considering the way he was treating her she probably was a slut.  Whatever she was, she enjoyed it.

Jack grabbed the top of her robe and yanked it down her shoulders.  Her breasts sprang free, with her small, dark nipples hard and scrapping against his chest.  She gasped in surprise and then pulled her arms out.  The robe fell around her waist and hung like a skirt.

“I want you to pleasure me, slut.”

She kneeled and whispered, “Yes.”  His cock was at face level with her, and it was glorious.  Long, fat, and very hard, she grasped it and started stroking it with one hand while she weighed his balls with the other hand.

All day she had been plagued with memories of his cock.  Seeing the real thing was much better.  He was hotter, harder, and bigger than any memory could accomplish, and though she wouldn’t admit it, she was happy to be experiencing him again.

She leaned in and started sucking on his balls.  While she did Jack ran his hands through her wet hair and coaxed her on.  “Your mouth feels so good, my little slut.  I love it, and I could do this all day.”

I could, too, she thought.

Victoria really loved the taste of his balls.  She alternated a few times between them, and as she did she stared up past her jerking right hand and into her son’s eyes.  While his expression showed delight, his eyes showed dominance.  He owned her, and his word was absolute.

He moved her, pulling her up along his cock.  She ran her tongue along his shaft and panted like a bitch in heat.  At the apex of her rise she met his swollen, bubbling crown and happily engulfed it.

The blow job was noisy and wet but skillful.  She kept her hands fastened around his shaft and stroking while she sucked fervently on his tip, which was the most she could fit.  That alone was enough to stretch her jaw and gag her a bit, but part of her wanted more.  If she could, she would have taken the entire thing down her throat.  That was the sort of devotion she felt for her son at that moment.

Jack had strange power over her.  It was more than making her lustful.  He made her submissive, a feat no other man could claim.  Her husband, while crude and abrasive, did not command so much respect.  If he had called her a slut she would have broken his balls and left him.  When Jack did it he turned her into a mewling whore.

Jack’s grip on her hair tightened, as did his entire body.  She felt the signs, and then she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.  It was as if his orgasm triggered hers, and both were suddenly moaning and twisting in delight.

He filled her mouth to bursting with his viscous ambrosia, and she swallowed it without reservation.  The first wad went down the pipe and was followed closely by the second.  The third was too much, too soon, and she simply couldn’t keep pace.  The power of her own orgasm, coupled with the thickness of his cum, left her struggling to even breathe.  So she fought her way off of Jack’s cock and fell in a convulsing mess on the floor.

Jack kept coming and covered her entirely.  It was a dense blanket of ejaculate that splattered across her face, breasts, and stomach.  He stroked himself and kept shooting more and more on her while she took the time to regain herself.

When Jack stopped his cock was limp and dripping.  It was also covered in sperm.  What Victoria couldn’t swallow ended up running down his cock and drenching his balls.  To him it looked like an absolute mess.  To his mother it looked like an all-you-can-eat buffet.

She stared at him in delight.  Any guilt her action should have brought was missing.  In her cum drunken state she lived only for him.  Anything he wanted, she wanted, and anything she had was his.  In all ways she was his slut and slave, by any definition of the word.

He stepped forward and smeared the cum on her face with his cock.  She opened her mouth and let him push some in before sucking his cock back up.  Jack laughed breathlessly.  “There’s a good slut.  Suck my cock clean.”

She dipped down and reveled in the joy of taking him deeper.  It was only an illusion of course.  Were he harder she would choke as she always did, but there was still a small delight in it.

His cum was hot and delicious.  She dutifully sucked every last drop from his cock, but ended up getting him hard in the process.  Smiling, she gazed at his hardened cock again as it pointed up toward the sky.

Jack said, “Would you look at that.  I guess I can’t leave now, not with this.”

“I’ll take care of it for you.”  With both hands Victoria grasped him and, in that moment, felt like the luckiest woman alive.