Toybox #9 (Lost Paradise 3) (Patreon)

Chapter Three:

Two more days pass, and Adam has continued to grow. He is nearly five inches longer than he was when he first woke up and is measuring nearly a foot long at this point. The skintight suits that they found after waking do nothing to hide him from his mother’s hungry gaze and, after two days spent with her, his own hunger shows every time he spies her body. Like him, she has undergone changes, but where his dick has grown, his mother has only grown younger and more beautiful, and between the two of them an electric conduit of lust is almost always burning.

By appearances, Stephanie appears to be nearly two decades younger. Her wrinkles are gone, and her body is stronger than it has ever been. Her stamina is nearly endless, just like her lusts. That night, as they are turning in and Stephanie is busy stroking him and sucking his balls, Adam gasps, “Mom, shouldn’t we be worried about this?”

Stephanie slurps off of his testicles reluctantly and pants as she strokes him. Like her, his stamina seems almost infinite. Her stiff nipples ache inside of her suit as she strokes her son. “Worried about what, dear? Your big, mmf, hard dick? I’m doing my best with it until we can wake a doctor.”

“Not just my dick but…” He nods at her. “You know…”

“No, Adam, I do not know. Now, if you have something to say, mister…” She licks spits down his shaft to wet her hands, and she raises her voice to speak over the squelching that follows. “…Then just say it.”

“Sorry, I just…Your body…Your health…You look…”

“Oh.” Stephanie gives a bashful smile. “I…do look a bit different, but I’ve always been healthy, Adam.” She eyes his dick with appreciation and giggles. “We’re both quite healthy, aren’t we?”

“Mom!”

“There’s no point in fussing. For right now, we need to…My, you’re hard. You’re getting close, aren’t you?” Adam nods, and she chuckles. “You’re going to make a mess again, aren’t you?” She shrugs and strokes him faster. “Oh well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, then, won’t we?”

Adam gasps and twitches in her grasp. Her hands are sticky with precum. “Mom…?”

“Just don’t worry about it, baby. We’re doing the best we can and…” She stares at his dick. He is close, and she can feel it. She stares him in the eyes and wets her lips, and she smiles up at him. “Just let mommy take care of you, baby. It…It is my job, after all?”

Adam stares at her. His head feels blank, but her words make a certain sort of sense. She is his mother, and that should make this taboo, but he cannot think of anyone he could trust more with his oversized dick. “Mom, I’m…Ah!...I’m close.”

“I know, baby.” She bites her bottom lip and aims him at her face. “Go ahead.”

“But…”

She kisses his cockhead and tastes his precum, and she nearly comes on the spot. “Stop arguing and shoot, Adam!”

“Yes, ma’am!!”

Adam fires and covers his mother, and she strokes him through his orgasm while having an orgasm of her own. She doesn’t understand it, but every time he comes, she comes, too. It is like there is something inside of her trying hard to program her to see his pleasure as her own pleasure. It is against all reason, but she loves it, and the act of milking him onto her face only makes it better.

“Oh, God, Adam! Oh…God!” Stephanie nearly falls forward into his pubic hair but supports herself with his slender waist. She stares up at him with his thick semen across her face and smiles. “That is…Wow…” She strokes him again and, parting her lips, suckles his cum down. It is wrong, but it feels so right.

“Mom!!!”

“Mm.” She slurps off of him. “I know. I know. We should…We should stop, but…” She moans. “Tomorrow. Tomorrow. The batteries will have enough charge for tomorrow, and we’ll wake up your sister, and we’ll get to fixing this. Okay, sweetie?”

Adam nods.

“Good…Good boy.” She gives him a tired smile as the energy leaves her, and she offers him her hand. “Now, help your mother up. That orgasm took it out of me and, honestly, you’re going to have to help me get some water to wash this mess up.”

The next morning, they have a meager breakfast and then go to check the battery. The charge is just enough to open another tube, and without any other indication of who to wake or what else to do, they find Abigail’s tube and open it. Somewhere else, a tube hisses and a foggy smoke sprays out from it like the release of steam. Adam and Stephanie follow it and smile as they see the vague hint of Abigail inside.

“Tomorrow,” she says. “It will take approximately twenty-four hours, and then we’ll have some answers.”

“I hope,” says Adam, and Stephanie turns to find him staring at her perky butt and slender hips.

She bites her bottom lip to hide her smile and turns to him with stiff nipples. “You okay, Adam, sweetie? You seem…distracted.”

Adam can see her arousal and knows her intent, and he feels himself stiffen in response. His mother seems to enjoy his orgasms as much as he does, and though he doesn’t understand it, he is grateful for it. Still, it is strange to see her as his mother one moment and then as a woman the next.

He swallows and stammers as she saunters toward him. “I was just thinking…um…”

“How strange it will be to have Abigail out?”

Stephanie grabs Adam’s dick through his skin-tight suit, and Adam squeaks in response. “WHAT?!”

She rubs him through gently and purrs. “We won’t be able to do this once your sister is thawed out, will we?” Adam shakes his head, and his mother looks down his body and stares at the tent he has formed in his uniform. “Oh, you poor thing. You’ll have two beautiful women running around in these skin tight little colony suits. You’ll be hard all the time, won’t you?”

Stephanie cups his balls as she teases him, and he can feel her forearm against his dick. “Mom,” he gasps, but she is distracted by how far up her forearm his dick goes.

“Oh, Adam, look at it,” she whispers, and she kisses his neck and his chest lightly while she touches him. “You poor, poor boy.”

Stephanie kneels at Adam’s feet, and she drags his zipper down on the way. They are still there in front of Abigail’s cryotube, and Adam is silently grateful that his sister is still asleep as his long, fat cock falls out and audibly slaps his pretty mother across the face. He feels his mother holding him now, and he moans. “Mom!!”

“This will be our secret, Adam. At least until someone else can thaw out and help you. A woman for you to settle down with.” Stephanie strokes Adam with slow, loving movements as she stares down his length, and she kisses his cockhead lightly while she smiles at him. “Yes. A sweet girl who can take care of you like I am. Until then…Mm…” She slurps his crown. “Mm. Until then,” she pants. “I’ll take care of you!”

Adam gasps as his mother taking to bobbing her head on him. To this point, she has only stroked him, and the wet suction of her mouth on his tool is more than welcome. He gushes precum across her tongue and is momentarily afraid it might upset her, but she only moans around him and strokes him into her mouth with an animal urgency that Adam has only seen on pornography before now.

“Mom,” he gasps. “I…I don’t know how long I can…”

Stephanie pries her mouth from him briefly and strokes him as she stares him in the eye. “If you need to finish, then just finish, baby.” She licks him and whispers, “Mommy will take care of you. You just worry about finishing, okay?”

Adam whines. “Y-Yes, mom,” he whispers, but he tries to hold back. He doesn’t expect this to happen again, and he wants to enjoy this for as long as he can. After all, hand jobs are one thing, but regular blowjobs still seem impossible to him, even with his mother’s pretty pink lips stretched around his impossible girth.

“G-God, mom,” he whimpers, and he holds her by the shoulder to keep from falling over. Stephanie keeps sucking him and slurping him, and he can see foamy saliva running down her chin and falling in long ribbons from her face. The sight leaves him throbbing painfully as he breathes through his need, but he knows that it won’t be long.

Adam opens his mouth to warn her but cannot find the words. After all, his orgasm was already close, and his mother had already given him permission to blow. Without another word of resistance, he choked on his own voice as he tightened his grip on her shoulders, and then he spewed.

Stephanie has seen Adam’s orgasms before, but she still does not expect him to nearly drown her the way he does. She holds him by the shaft and milks him into her mouth until he overflows, and then she sits there gasping as Adam soaks her face and her suit. She is a sticky mess after he finishes, and he stands over her gaping as he sees his pretty, loving mother soaked with his semen.

She laughs from the floor while his big dick hangs and flops in front of him. “Can you, um, bring me a towel,” she asks delicately, and Adam fumbles across the catwalk to find a towel for her. He returns with his big cock and heavy balls still out, and Stephanie laughs again to see it. “You can put those away, you know,” she says, and she towels herself off.

“Sorry,” murmurs Adam, but when he zips himself up, he can still see his own manhood clearly through the fabric. Stephanie can, too, but she is discreet when she steals glances at him. “And I’m sorry about the mess.”

Stephanie chuckles. “It is no problem at all,” she says, and she undoes her cryo-suit in front of him. Adam gapes as his mother’s lithe, naked body slips into view. That she has had children seems almost impossible to look at her, and as he stares at her pert breasts and pink nipples, Adam is suddenly reminded that she has undergone changes, too.

“Mom,” he croaks.

Stephanie sees him blushing and laughs. “I’ve seen yours, so it’s only fair,” she says, and she shimmies out of her suit and steps lightly onto the catwalk with her bare feet. Adam stares at her neatly trimmed bush. Meanwhile, Stephanie looks at her shoulders. “Oh, sweetie, you need to be more careful. You’ve left some bruising!”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, and Stephanie silences him with a patient, maternal smile.

“It’s fine, sweetie. I’ve had worse things happen after sex.”

“I’m…Wait, what?”

Stephanie laughs. “I’m going to get changed,” she says, and she bends at the waist and gathers her cryo-suit before passing him on the catwalk. She can feel him watching the swing of her hips as she goes, and she imagines that he is probably hard again before she even makes it halfway to the storage room where they are staying.

That night, Stephanie washes herself in another room to give Adam a break from her. When she comes back to the storage room, she finds him asleep with a hard-on tenting his suit. She thinks to attend to him, but she knows better. Sitting beside him, she hugs one leg to her chest and stares at him.

She thinks and worries how Adam will handle it with Abigail out. It has been nice with it being just the two of them, though they will run out of emergency rations sooner rather than later. They are already using local water to wash themselves, and hat is a danger she shouldn’t have taken. They need more people, and they need experts, too.

Still, she will miss having time alone with him, especially with his big dick. Her husband is nothing like Adam. No one is. She didn’t even expect Adam to be like Adam, though she is glad that he is. She can still taste him on her tongue and at the back of her throat, and she is not upset about that. If anything, she is glad to have the taste linger, but she doesn’t expect to get another chance at it any time soon.

She sighs. Abigail will be awake tomorrow regardless of how she feels, so she supposes that she needs to make peace with it one way or another. It is late, so she moves, but before lying down, she lowers herself to kiss him through his suit and finds that she can almost smell him. She nuzzles his dick gently but is afraid of waking him, and then she curls up with her back against his side so that she can feel him warmth and pretend to be his lover.