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As requested, here is the first part of The Monkey's Penis again. There
will be about 10 chapters in the story. The prolog and chapters 1-3 are
in EMCSA (www.asstr-mirror.org/~mcstories/Authors/Jafar.html). Chapters 4-5 and
the upcoming chapter 6 probably will not be, as they do not meet EMCSA
criteria (though you can find them at the homepage below).

Several people have asked if Paul gets his come-uppance in subsequent
chapters. While I can't say that, I can say that things are much more
pleasant for David in the second half of the story (beginning with chapter
7).

Live well,
Jafar

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                           The Monkey's Penis
                             (Chapters 1-4)

                    Copyright (c) 2000-2001 by Jafar




Summary: mind control, Mf, incest, some ff
David Moreno finds things becoming surreal as a relic of antiquity
collides with his everyday life. He finally figures out what is going on
and tries to turn the tables. But watch out ...

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect
material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you,
simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof
of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to
any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all
fantasy, and the actors are all professionals  --  do not try any of
this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just
do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: This story comes in two parts, a yin swing and a
yang swing --  the accolite at the beginning of the tale will tell you
that this is the way of the universe.

Live well!

========================================================================
                    The Legend of the Monkey's Penis
========================================================================


They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just
might get it ...

There is an ancient folk tale among the Bhaharadi people in northern
India concerning a monkey with a most unusual penis.

A young accolite sought to capture a monkey, that he might study its
approach to life and learn from its ways.

He had heard of a practice by aboriginals of the area, of hollowing out
a gourd, tying it firmly to a tree or large stone, then placing a few
morsels of food inside it. If it is located where monkeys frequent, one
of the monkeys invariably smells the food, reaches his hand inside and
grabs the food, but then is unable to get his hand out of the gourd
because his fist is now larger than the opening. If the monkey would
only let go of the food, he would be able to get his hand out of the
gourd and escape, but the monkeys are unable to figure this out. And
thus the aboriginals are able to cleave their skulls and dine on
monkey-brain hors d'oeuvres.

The accolite prepared his gourd, tied it to a tree, and placed a few
morsels of fruit in it, then walked back into the bushes to wait in
hiding.

Within an hour, the accolite saw a monkey approaching, swinging through
the tree limbs, but he was very puzzled, for this monkey appeared to
have three arms. When the monkey approached close enough, the accolite
was astounded, for he saw that the third arm was actually the monkey's
penis.

"A prehensile penis!" the accolite muttered. "A fucking prehensile
penis! I gotta get me one of those!"

The monkey approached the trap, but did not reach his hand inside.
Instead, he inserted that amazing penis and began humping the hole. As
the monkey's erection reached a certain size, the pistoning action
siezed, and the monkey began squealing, unable to withdraw his swollen
penis and also unable to continue pumping to orgasm.

In the distance, the monkey's mate heard her lover squealing. Unable to
bear the thought of anything happening to his precious tool, the tool
that did such marvelous things for her, she scrambled rapidly towards
his screams. She would save him and his tool --  or at least his tool --
no matter what.

The accolite decided that he truly must have that magic penis, as a
fertility charm, as a good luck charm, and he approached the trapped
monkey with a long knife bared.

The monkey saw the accolite approach with his knife, and knew
instinctively that the accolite sought to take his magic gift, to cut it
off and take away that which made the monkey special. The monkey's brow
furrowed with anger -- he WOULD NOT let his precious organ be stolen! He
would see to the destruction of anyone that tried to take it!
Concentrating, he placed a wish in his magic tool, a wish that was a
curse across the ages, bringing misfortune to those that were subject to
it.

The monkey braced himself, and as the accolite came within a few feet of
him, he forced his pelvis hard to the gourd. He ejaculated, casting his
spell, and the magic tool spewed jism so hard that it burst out the
other side of the gourd.

The accolite started the swing of his great knife.

The monkey's mate leaped from the tree limbs and landed between the
monkey and his attacker, ready to take on the attacker all by herself if
needed to protect that precious gift of her lover.

The jism hurled from where it had burst out of the gourd, splattering
the back of the monkey's mate, causing her to cry out in pain.

The accolite, not expecting the monkey's mate to drop from the trees,
cut her head off before he could halt his swing.

The monkey stared aghast at what his magic tool's seed had just done.

The monkey's mate's dying eyes stared at her lover's eyes angrilly,
laying guilt and blame there for being such a stupid monkey. Then they
drifted to his magic tool sticking out the far end of the gourd, and she
died smiling dumbly with the half-conscious anticipation of pleasure
from that marvelous tool.

The accolite's blade swung a second time.

Stunned, the monkey took three steps back from the gourd and realized
that he was several pounds lighter. How?! How could his magic tool have
let this happen to him and his mate?! He clutched his wounded groin,
then fell over.

The accolite leered greedily as he carefully cracked open the gourd so
as not to damage the precious charm. Over the next few weeks, he
annointed the penis with sacred herbs, drying it, chanting sacred
prayers over it.

The dried penis has been handed down through the ages to this day,
granting wishes to the owner and exacting strange costs to those around
him and especially to those that try to help him.

They say that you should be careful what you wish for, because you just
might get it. The monkey's mate could tell you to be even more careful
what you don't wish for, because you just might get it anyway ...

... while the gods laugh and laugh and laugh ...

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                               Yin-Swing
========================================================================






                      Where Did THESE Come From?!
                      ----- --- ----- ---- ------


David was dreaming about writing down what Mary Ellen Milan wanted to
order from the Chinese Palace. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was so
pretty that, without thinking, he reached out and cupped her boob.

Suddenly there was screaming.

David's eyes fluttered open as he scrambled to come up with an excuse as
to why he would just reach out and grab a girl's boob in public like
that.

He managed to open his eyes and look at the clock: 3:00 AM. Looking out
into the hall, he saw light coming from his mother's room, and suddenly
wasn't so sure the scream had come from his dream. He got up -- quietly
in case it was an intruder --  grabbed the baseball bat he had lying in
the corner behind his door and noiselessly hurried to his mother's room.
The sheets were flipped back and the bathroom light was on, so he
stepped to the doorway of that room.

And his jaw dropped. David didn't know his mother was an A cup, he just
knew that she was very flat --	she always had been. However, there was
at least a D cup set of perky boobs hanging off her chest now, and she
was studying them in the mirror. The baseball bat dropped to the floor.

"Mom!"

Lydia Moreno jumped, startled, and clasped her hands over her new boobs.
"David! Don't --  ungh!" She groaned and involuntarilly squeezed her
boobs as she felt them trigger the orgasms that arched her back and
forced her to her knees.

"Unnngh!" she groaned again as her hands squeezed her breasts to bring
on another orgasm.

"Mom!" David didn't know if she was in pain or if she were --  but, no,
she couldn't be. She was his mother. He grabbed her hands and pulled
them away from her breasts. She fought him for a moment, then relented.
Slowly, she refocussed from the orgasms, panting.

"Are you okay?" David asked.

"Yes ... I'm ... okay ... let go ... of my ... hands," she breathed.

"Are you in pain?"

"No," she said emphatically. "Certainly not, not pain. Let go of my
hands, David."

David didn't want her to grab her chest and collapse to the floor again.
"You're sure you're okay?"

"David, let go of my hands. What are you trying to do? Gape at my
breasts?"

David immediately let go. "No! No, I'm just concerned about you."

Lydia stood. "David, turn around while I cover up."

David clamped his eyes shut and turned around. "Are you sure you're
okay, Mom?"

"David, I don't know. I just ... I just ..."

She gave a high pitched sigh, and David turned to face her. "Mom, are
you -- ?"

She was trying to ease her robe over her breasts without orgasming
again. "David, go to the kitchen, please."

"But -- "

"You're making me uncomfortable standing there while I get dressed. Go
wait for me in the kitchen, and I'll be right there."

David stared at her boobs. Lord, they were big now! "Yes, ma'am." He
turned away and walked out to the kitchen, worried she might collapse to
the floor again. He heard several groans and high-pitched sighs and was
seriously considering going back in to check on her, when she came out
in a transparent nightie top.

"Mom, you know that you can see -- "

"Well, David, it was the only thing light enough to not make me orga--
to not irritate my breasts." She pulled a chair out and sat down.

"What? Did they just -- " he made gestures about his chest area "--
swell?"

"I guess so. Since I went to bed, no less."

"Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?"

"No. No, I think I'll wait until tomorrow."

"But they --  this isn't ... natural."

"You're telling me! But I think I'll wait until tomorrow and make an
appointment to see Dr Schnyder."

"I don't know. Is that wise? To wait?"

"I'll be okay."

"So you'll what? Sleep on your back tonight? So that you don't irritate
them?"

Lydia arched an eyebrow. "I'll figure out how to sleep by myself, David.
Your mind doesn't even need to go there."

David cast his eyes down. "Yes, ma'am."

She stood and couldn't help brushing a nipple with the back of her hand
as she did so. "Mmmmm," she smiled. "We should get back to bed. And I'll
call the doctor in the morning."

"If you're -- "

"Yes, I am sure. I need to get back to bed." With that, she headed back
to the bedroom, shutting the door.

David walked back and listened at the door before returning to his room.
Already, he could hear moans and sighs.

David went back to his bed, but didn't get any sleep the rest of the
night either.

                               ----------

When the alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning, David went to his
mother's door and knocked, paused, then opened the door.

There was sudden movement at the bed --  the covers being yanked up to
cover his mother's body.

"Mom?" David called quietly. He knew she was pretending to be asleep,
but it was less awkward to play along with her. "Mom? Get up."

"Hmmm?" She sighed and arched her back, then quivered as the covers
moving over her nipples triggered another orgasm.

She opened her eyes. "Oh, David, what a night," she sighed.

"I know, Mom. We need to make an appointment for you to see Dr Schnyder
today."

"Yes, sweetie. You go on to class and I'll call."

"No, Mom. I don't want you to ... " --	he really could not tell his
mother that he didn't want her to squeeze her breasts until she orgasmed
her brains to mush, even though that was what he was worried about --
"...fall back asleep. Let's get you to the kitchen."

"No, honey, I'm just fine right here."

"No, we need to get you to the kitchen so you don't fall back asleep."
He tugged the covers back from her neck. She was still in her
transparent nightie, her big boobs still there, the nipples still erect.
The effects they were having on him even though she was his mother! He
would have given almost anything to reach out and knead those big
things, making her cum and whimper with every squeeze. But there was no
way he could do such a thing. She was his mother, for God's sake. So get
a grip on your animal urges, he told himself! "Come on, Mom." He held
her hand and pulled her up.

Lydia relented, although she had two small orgasms as the clothing
shifted when she stood.

They walked to the kitchen, Lydia going very gingerly, and she was able
to suppress most of the orgasms, only three slipping through. David
politely ignored the whimpers that those caused to squeak out of her
mouth.

He got her sitting in a chair at the table and was getting the phone
book when there was a knock on the door. "Dammit," David muttered.

"David, don't curse."

He opened the door and his college classmate, Paul Spellman, stood
there. "Hi, David."

"Hi, Paul. I'm sorry, I've got an exam this morning and I'm running
around trying to get dressed and study at the same time. If it's okay,
I'll get with you on campus." He started to close the door.

Paul put his hand to the door. "Three questions. I've got just three
questions about the last chapter, and I've got the same exam in class
today too."

"I'm REALLY busy, Paul."

"I know," Paul said, pushing the door open again, "And I'll ONLY take a
moment."

David sighed and moved to block Paul's view of his mother. "What are the
questions?" he asked curtly.

"Hey, Ms Moreno!" He leaned around David and waved to his mother. She
had her forearms held in front of her breasts in the kitchen and did not
wave back. "Wow!" Paul exclaimed and marched past David to the kitchen.

"Paul! Paul! You have to leave!" David followed him.

"Wow, Ms Moreno! Where'd you get all the cleavage?!"

"Paul," she sighed, "I need to go see the doctor today. Please ask your
questions of David and go. We're busy here this morning."

"Would you move your arms, Ms Moreno? So I can see them? They're HUGE!"

David was stunned when his mother visibly paused, seeming to actually
consider doing what Paul asked. Then she actually started to move her
arms slightly, but then moved them back and shook her head. "No, that
would not be appropriate, Paul."

"Then ... let me ... touch them. One quick squeeze. And I know it will
feel as good for you as it does for me, Ms Moreno." He began reaching
for her breasts.

Instead of slapping Paul's hands back, Lydia simply sat as she was. Then
to David's astonishment, she lowered her forearms and leaned forward
slightly!

In front of David's eyes, Paul grabbed each boob and Lydia sighed as she
arched her back. Then Paul began groping and tweaking the nipples, and
Lydia quivered with little orgasms.

David just stared at his mother --  his MOTHER! --  letting her boobs be
groped, shivering as she came in tremoring waves. "Paul ..." he finally
muttered. "Paul! STOP that shit! That's my MOTHER for chrissakes!"

"But they're just so BEAUTIFUL, man!" he said still fondling them.

David slapped Paul's hands away from his mother's tits. "Cut it out,
man! She's my MOM! Stop DOING that to her!"

"Okay, okay. I'm under control now. I'm sorry. She's just so beautiful!"

"She's my MOM!"

"Okay," Paul said. "I'm cool now. You go get dressed, and we'll get off
to school."

"Mom?" David called. She was still lightly quivering from the orgasms
Paul had induced and did not reply to her son. David put his finger on
her brow and pulled her eyelid open --	her eyes were rolled back in her
head, the simpering smile still on her face. "Man, if you've given her
brain damage, I am going to kill you slowly."

Paul just shrugged.

David sighed and went to get dressed. Hopefully she'd be sobered up by
the time he got back out and he could get her to a doctor.

Two minutes later, he emerged from his room, dressed. He found his
mother leaned back in the chair with her nightie parted to bare her
breasts, her back arched, oblivious except to her orgasms. Paul was
standing behind her, reaching forward to grope each tit, to his mother's
shivering enjoyment.

"PAUL!"

"Sorry, man."

"What IS this shit?! Don't DO that!"

"You're right, man. I won't," he said, still cupping and squeezing the
boobs.

"So STOP!"

Paul reluctantly pulled his hands back from Ms Moreno.

"Mom?" David called as he walked over to her. "Mom?" She was still
oblivious. He went to pull her nightie closed, but there were gobs of
white sticky stuff between her breasts. "Paul! Goddammit!", David
yelled, his voice warbling, "Do NOT tittie-fuck my freaking MOM!"

"Sorry, man. She's just so hot."

"FUCKER!" David went to get a paper towel, then returned to his mother
and wiped up between her breasts, causing her to shiver some even then.

"Oh, GODDAMMIT," David cursed, then wiped two small white splotches off
his mother's cheek. "You had to squirt her in the FACE too?!"

"Sorry, man. It's just that a little bit splattered. I came pretty
hard."

"*NOT* *ON* *MY* *MOM*!!"

"Okay, okay. I get it." He pointed to the side of his forehead and
twisted his hand in a gesture to lock the lesson in. "Don't shoot jism
on David's mom."

"Don't even touch her, you shit!"

"Okay."

"Mom?! Mom?! You with me?" Lydia groaned and stirred, still smiling, but
did not reply.

"She looks like she's still in the pink zone."

"Shut up, Paul," David said without looking around. "Mom? C'mon, Mom."

"Man, I gotta go or I'll miss the exam. Just give her a few minutes to
recover. I know my girlfriends always need about ten minutes to regain
consciousness after I make them cum. I'll check in on you two later."

"Don't bother. You're not welcome here," David spat as Paul stepped out
and closed the door. He lightly shook his mother, and she still did not
respond coherently. "Mom?"

Lydia arched her back, stretching, and her palm accidentally rubbed
across David's crotch. "Ooh ..." David's eyes clenched and he shivered,
"... SHIT!" He looked down at the stain that was already spreading on
his pants.

"Okay, that's it. I'm getting you to the hospital as soon as I change!"



                          Motherhood Made Easy
                          ---------- ---- ----


David hurriedly re-dressed and returned to the living room, where he
found his mother lucid and sitting in the chair he had left her in, but
not wearing her robe. Instead, she word a black thong bikini, a sheer
black mesh top, sheer black stockings, a silver-studded black choker and
black five inch heels.

"Hi, baby," she sighed.

"Mom?!" David squeaked.

She waved her hand in front of her, and David saw that her nails were at
least two inches long and coated in cherry red polish. "In the flesh,
sweetie." Her lips were sharply lined in dark red lipstick.

"Are--	are you okay."

"Oooh, I'm much BETTER than okay. MUCH better. I think that I'm very
VERY good. Just try me and see, David."

"Mom!"

"Please, sweetie ... call my 'Lydia'."

"Mom!"

She put her fists on her hips and pouted her lips. "Young man! I asked
you to call me 'Lydia'! Now, please, try it."

David stared at his mother.

"It's not that hard." She pursed her very red lips in the most
distracting way. "Ly-di-a. Now you try it."

"Lydia?"

She smiled. "Mmmmm, that's much better. Yes, David?"

"Uhm ... Lydia ... we need to get you to a doctor."

She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms in front of her chest,
smiling faintly and arching a brow. "Are you wanting to play doctor with
me, young man? With your own mother?"

"No!" David blurted out, his voice cracking.

She waved a hand. "Because I'm okay with that, sweetie." Slowly she
lightly traced one finger down the front of her top. "I can be your
nurse and give you some medicine."

"Mom!"

"I already told you, David. It's 'Lydia'. And maybe you'd rather give ME
some medicine instead. Yes ... I think I'd like that. A good ... thick
... salty ... dose of-- "

"Lydia!" David's voice cracked. "Calm down! We need to think straight
here."

"And are you straight, David? Straight ... and long ... and stiff and --
"

"Right. We need to get you to a doctor right away."

"Will HE be able to make me feel better, David?" she asked in a little
girl's voice. "'Cause I have this buuuurning right here." She let her
hand drop to her lap.

David just stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

She stood. "You're right, though. We do need to go out. But to the
clothing store. I need to pick up some items."

"Some heavy woolen items ..."

"No, sweetie. Lingerie, teddies, garters, nipple chains, thigh high
boots, paint-on latex, strap-on dil-- "

"No, no, no, NO!"

"Things like I'm wearing now. Do you LIKE what I'm wearing now, David?"
She held her hands out to the side and slowly turned around for him to
examine her.

"Nnnggg!" David moaned. "Where DID that outfit come from anyway? You
don't have clothes like that, do you?"

"Oh, David ... I think I might surprise you. You are a bit ... naive ...
at times."

"Mom!" She frowned back at him. "I mean, Lydia!"

"But no, this outfit seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I like it. So
let's go." She walked toward the front door and laid her hand on it.

"Mom! Lydia! No! You can't go out of the house like that!"

She held her hands out to her sides. "Well, why not?"

"You--	... your--  ... You'll get us arrested! Your nipples are almost
showing through the top!"

She put her fists on her waist. "And what exactly is my son doing
studying my nipples? Hmmm?"

"I'm NOT!"

She reached up and pinched her nipples through the sheer top, shivering
from the sensations. "And WHY not?!" she pouted, "Are my nipples not
good enough for you?"

"No! You're my mother!"

"And that automatically makes me have ugly nipples?"

"No, I-- " David sighed. There was just no winning here. "You have
beautiful nipples, okay?"

"Oh!" she bounced up and down most distractingly. "Do you really think
so, David?" she cooed.

"Mom. Lydia. Let's just slow down a little. Sit. Please."

Lydia sat back down in the chair like a good little girl.

"Okay. You can't go out dressed like that. We need to get you dressed
appropriately. Then we need to get you to a doctor."

Lydia leaned back and hung one leg over the arm of the chair. "Does my
body intimidate you, David?"

David knew his erection was showing through his pants. "Mooom!" he
whined, "You are being IMPOSSIBLE!"

"No, sweetie. I'm VERY possible. I'd even say that I'm being downright
easy."

David sighed. "Mom. Lydia. Look at you. Your pubic hair is sticking out
on both sides of your thong. You can't go out like that."

Lydia looked down and tugged on the hairs that were as David described
them. "Well, mercy me! You're right. My pussy is sort of shaggy, isn't
it?" She stood and started walking towards the back of the house.
"You're right, then. Come along. We need to fix this." She hooked her
thumbs in her thong and pulled it down and off. She looked at David over
her shoulder to find him speechless, his mouth hanging slack. "Well,
stop gaping at your mother's naked ass, David. Come along. I need your
assistance."

David waited a couple seconds, then wandered back to the hall, totally
unsure what to do now. Nobody's mother EVER acted like this! Did they?

"Come along, David," Lydia called from the bathroom.

He stepped into the bathroom, and she was seated on the toilet, her legs
spread wide to open up her pubic area. David quickly averted his eyes.

Lydia handed him a can of shaving cream. "Sweetie, help lather me up."

"But-- " David sighed, defeated, then put some cream from the can onto
his fingers and dabbed around Lydia's groin, still trying to avert his
eyes.

"Honey, you're going to have to look at what you're doing. Otherwise you
might stick a finger right up my sopping wet hole. So, please, look at
my pussy." She paused, then grabbed his chin with her hand and gently
turned his head. "You don't want to be a motherpoker. So look at my
pussy, sweetie."

David allowed his head to be turned and then did as he was told. She
might be his own mother, but, Lord, she had a pretty pussy.

With that thought, David dropped his eyes again. How DOES one behave
when his mother is acting like this?!

"David," Lydia sighed. She took his hand in her two hands while he still
kept his eyes downcast. She bent his pinkie and ring finger, then bent
his index finger. Then she moved his hand and he felt his middle finger
enveloped by warm wet flesh.

She couldn't have!

"David. David, look."

David's eyes crept up to see his own middle finger embedded to the hilt
in her hot, wet vagina.

"David, do you see what can happen if you don't look and pay attention?"

"Mo-- , mo-- ?!"

She held his hand in place and wriggled her hips back and forth.
"Nnnngg!", she moaned. "Accidents WILL happen, young man."

"Bu-- , bu-- ?!"

Lydia removed her hands from David's and crossed them in front of her
chest. "Now get your naughty finger out of mommy's pussy, David. And get
back to business."

Slowly, David withdrew his finger. Just before he pulled it out
entirely, he held his breath and started to push it slowly back in.

"Ah! Ah!" Lydia wagged a finger at him. "Not in mommy's cunt, young man.
That was what we were trying to avoid."

David finished withdrawing his finger.

"That's my boy," she smiled. "Now lightly run your fingers around there
to spread the shaving cream."

Relenting, David lightly ran his fingers over her inner hips, up to her
low abdomen, then back down to the lowest part of her butt cheeks.

"The lips too ... David. Don't ... forget ... the lips."

David moved his fingers to the lips of her pussy and began stroking
them, then lightly pulling on them, almost hypnotized until he noticed
her pelvis shake and looked up.

Lydia had pulled her top up to expose her breasts. "It's okay ... honey.
I just ... wanted ... to be able ... to get to these ... Keep ... going,
please ..."

David kept staring at her new, big breasts. Lydia was kneading them,
then noticed David mesmerized. "They're sooo much bigger. I always felt
like I was limited in how much I could please a man before. But these --
" she cupped them before resuming caressing them "--  these are what you
could call hooters."

"Boobs." He began running his hands up her sides towards her breasts.

"Knockers."

"Jugs." Lydia moved her hands out of the way so that David's could take
over.

"Gazongas," she whispered. "Mmmm, David. That feels good."

"I like ... I like making you ... feel good ... Lydia ..."

"You are so good at it, David. Here ... move these to here ..." she took
his hands in hers and moved them back to her pussy. "Mmmm, yeeahhh ..."

David began tugging her pussy lips, lazily making circles around them,
then drawing them out, then running his finger along their inner side.
His face leaned in closer and closer, studying the pretty kitty. He was
just building up his courage to stick out his tongue and give a lap at
her pussy, shaving cream or not, when there was a knock at the front
door.

He ignored it.

Lydia tapped him on the shoulder.

"Uuungh?" David's face was not two inches from his mother's crotch, his
tongue beginnig to crawl out from between his lips.

"You'd better go see who's at the door, honey."

"But-- "

"Go see who's there. Then we can pick up where we left off."

"But-- "

"David, go."

"Uhng ...!" David managed to draw himself up to his feet and stagger
down the hall. He repositioned his erection before answering the door so
that it would be less obvious. When he opened the door, there was Paul's
smiling face to greet him.

"Hi. I was worried about you and your mom. Is she feeling better?"

"Get lost," David said, pushing the door to shut it again.

"Hey!" Paul pushed the door back open. "Don't get touchy. I'm really
concerned. I--	wow! Hi, Ms Moreno!" He waved over David's shoulder.

David turned around to see his mother standing there at the end of the
hall. Her thong was still off, leaving her lower half naked, but she was
holding a towel in front of her pussy. Or, actually, wiping the shaving
cream off, it looked like. Her top was still pulled up to bare her
breasts.

"Mom! Lydia!"

"It's okay, David. Paul certainly got a good enough view of these this
morning, didn't you Paul?"

"Yes ma'am!" Paul replied grinning.

"Why don't you step in a moment, Paul."

"Yes, ma'am!" He shouldered David out of the way, pushing his way in the
door. David shut the door behind him.

"You were a naughty boy this morning, weren't you, Paul?"

"Naughty, Ms Moreno?"

"Please, call me Lydia. And yes, I think 'naughty' is the word I'm
looking for."

"Well, uhm, you seemed a little out of it this morning, Lydia. And I
guess I got a few glimpses of your breasts when you were too preoccupied
with other things to be concerned about that."

"'Glimpses of my breasts'? Paul, you were pumping that big fucking cock
of yours between my boobs, weren't you? Taking advantage of me while I
was 'preoccupied'."

"Uhm ... I ... uh ... guess ..."

"And then you blew a fucking quart of jism between my tits, splattering
my face in the excitement."

"Yes ... uhm ... ma'am ..."

"Then you took that swollen purple pecker head and wiped the rest of the
sticky cum that was on it off on my lips."

"You WHAT?!" David exploded.

"Well, they were so pretty and red ... and you were moaning, Lydia ...
and I needed to hush you up before David heard ... and ..."

"So you stuffed your COCK in her MOUTH to GAG her?!"

"No, man! I just needed to get the rest off the tip --	so it wouldn't
cause a stain through my pants. And she was asking so nicely-- "

"You molesting sonofa-- "

"David," Lydia said quietly, which got his attention better than if
she'd screamed. He turned to see what she wanted and saw her lightly
pulling on a boob, squeezing it and trembling when she got to the
nipple. "I licked every drop of it off my lips, so it couldn't have been
all that bad. Come here a moment, Davy."

David walked over to his mother.

"I can handle this, baby. Here, stand behind me. And bring these -- "
she pulled his hands up to cup her breasts "--	up here. Yeeeaaaahh.
Just like that." Still holding the towel in front of her crotch, she
backed up until her naked butt cheeks rubbed the front of his pants.
"Oh!" she said, her eyes fluttering, "These new boobs are SO sensitive!"
She inhaled a long drawn-in breath, then sighed it back out. She gave a
sly look over her shoulder. "And from what I can feel with my ass,
you're feeling pretty sensitive down there too, David."

Then she looked to Paul. "Now, for you, naughty boy."

"I'm--	I'm sorry, Lydia. I didn't mean to-- "

"To titty-fuck me? That's kind of hard to 'accidentally' do, don't you
think, Paul? So, no. No empty apologies here. You will strip down to
your skivvies."

"Lydia?" Paul asked.

"Come on. You've seen mine. Now I get to see yours. If you're impressive
enough, I might even flash you my ass. Who knows, I might even bend over
while you're staring at my pretty little behind and let you get a
glimpse of some lips."

Paul stood there, jaw slack.

Lydia smiled cryptically. "Or, then again, maybe I won't."

Paul began tearing his shirt, then his shoes and socks and pants off.
Finally, he stood there in just his underwear.

"Are you swollen for me?" she asked Paul in her little girl voice. "My,
oh my. Do I really have that effect on you two boys? Does Ms Morena
really make you all long and hard and hot?"

"Oh, Ms Moreno ... Lydia ... you have no idea!"

"Now what is it that you want?"

"Let me see your rear, Ms Moreno. You promised."

"What do you want?"

"I want to see your ass, Lydia!"

"Say 'please'."

"Please, let me see your ass, Lydia."

"Weeellll ..." She pulled David's hands from her boobs, turned around
and dropped her towel, cocking her ass at Paul. Then she returned
David's hands to their massage from the front.

"You are so fucking pretty, Ms Moreno. You make SUCH a nice slut!"

"I'm no slut," she sighed as she bent at the waist, sinking towards her
son's crotch.

"You ARE, Lydia. You're a slutty little whore!"

Looking rather dazed with lust, Lydia unfastened David's belt, then
unsnapped his pants. "I'm a PROPER girl, Paul. Not one of the little
tramps you try to go out with all the time." She reached behind her
son's underwear and pulled out his erect penis.

"I'm actually quite the little ..." She flicked her tongue over the
sensitive area under the head of his cock. "... quite the little lady,
Paul." Drool spilled out of her mouth onto the head of the prick.

She felt Paul's hands on her butt cheeks. "Are you, Lydia? Or are you
just the little cocksucking slut?"

"I have always been ... the proper ... lady, Paul," she said
indignantly.

"Then I would not suck that cock."

Lydia halted the slow movement of her mouth towards her son's cock,
stopped before she engulfed it. "What?"

"All cocksuckers are sluts, Lydia."

"No, we're not. I mean, they're not."

"Man," David broke in, "Stop FUCKING with her! Shut your goddam MOUTH
and let her CONTINUE."

"But you don't care what proper ladies do, do you, Lydia? You're just a
bitch in heat."

"I'm no bitch. And I'm not in heat. And you're just being a nasty,
naughty boy."

"Lydia, you're drooling on your son's cock."

"But it's an awfully nice ... " she leaned barely closer and sighed,
"cock ..."

Paul was still in his underwear, but he pushed his pecker against
Lydia's crotch.

"Nnnnggg!" she whined. "OH, Do it! Do it, Paul!"

"Do what?"

"Fuck me, goddammit! Use that big goddam pecker like you ought to!"

"What are you, Lydia?"

"I'm a fucking slut, okay?! Jab that motherfucking thing up me! Now!"

"I'm not the motherfucker, Lydia."

"David!" Lydia called, still bent over, her face centimeters from his
erection. "David, look at me."

David opened his eyes and looked down at his mother.

"Baby, I'm a slutty ... whoring ... cocksucking ... bitch! May I taste
you now?"

"Oh, just suck me, Lydia." He shut his eyes and leaned his head back.
"Suck me now!"

Her lips took his pecker into her mouth, where her warm spit wet it,
then she began sliding back and forth on the rod.

Behind her, Paul dropped his shorts and plunged his dick into her
sopping pussy. "Mmmmmm!" she squealed around David's cock.

Both boys pumped until, after a couple minutes, she came, and then began
orgasming again about every minute.

After a half hour, all three had cum several times and they collapsed to
the floor, where they lay for another twenty minutes, just breathing.

"You're quite the lady, Ms Moreno," Paul finally said.

"No," Lydia sighed. "I'm a really good whoring slut, Paul."

"A goddam crazed bitch in heat," David added.

"Yeeeaaah ..." Lydia sighed.

"A goddam cocksucking motherfucking cunt!" Paul put in his opinion.

"Don't be mean," Lydia cautioned, though she wriggled with pleasure that
the boys liked her so much.

"One electric, mewling, drooling pussy!"

Lydia sat up. "You boys are making me JUICY again! But I need to go pee
before another session like that." She stood and walked back to the
bathroom.

"Man," David sighed, still laying on his back, "I don't know what made
her boobies swell last night, but it sure has made her hot!"

"I know what it was. And the boobies didn't make her hot."

David rolled his head to look at Paul. "What are you talking about?"

"Number one, *I* made your mom's boobs grow. I've thought she was hot
since the eighth grade. Number two, the sensitive boobs weren't enough
to make her hot --  your mom's even more of a prude than she is a babe.
I had to actually heat her up to get her to stop fighting it." He
shrugged. "That's what I was doing this morning after I left."

"What the hell are you talking about, Paul?"

Paul smiled like the cat with the canary. "Watch this." He sat up,
reached in his pocket and pulled something out, keeping it wrapped in
his fist. He shut his eyes and remained still a few moments, then looked
over at David. "Done," he declared.

                               ----------

Lydia finished peeing and wiped herself, then stood. GOD, she couldn't
believe she was DOING these things! With these two boys!

She looked at herself in the mirror. "Lydia," she leered to herself,
"How naughty ..." She pulled on a boob, then a nipple. "... nnnggg! ...
can you BE, girl?"

She turned to the side to admire her own profile. God, she looked good.
These boobs really complimented her. And the boys certainly seemed to
appreciate them! No more A cup honey here!

For some reason, a box of suppositories caught her eye in the mirror.
How she despised when she had to use one of those things. Asses were
just dirty, unspeakable things. And it just seemed wrong for anything to
go in the wrong direction up there. Just wrong.

Just wrong.

I hate these, she told herself as her hand reached for the box.

She opened the cardboard container and removed a silver foil-lined
little bullet. Little shit demons, these things were, to go into and
dwell around such a dirty little area. She opened the foil and removed
the waxy pellet.

"Ass kisser," she insulted it as she held it up. Then, for some reason,
she found herself lightly kissing it. She flicked her tongue on the head
of it.

She lightly shook her head. That certainly was a strange thing for her
to do.

Butt (pun intended) when you gotta use one, you gotta use one, she
thought! She placed the little waxy white bullet in position at her
opening ...

... and sank to her knees.

"Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!"

What a sensation! The suppository had already squipped up her ass, so
her finger followed it up her back hole.

"Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!"

In, then out, then in, then out.

"Fuck!" she sighed as her finger slowly pumped her asshole.

"Oh, I have to show the boys this!" she giggled, grabbing the box of
suppositories. She couldn't believe how good they felt! Couldn't believe
how good it felt for a finger to slide in and out.

The image of her son kneeling behind her, licking her asshole, sticking
his tongue inside suddenly popped into her head and thrilled her. She
tried to cast it back out, but it stayed on her mind as she walked back
out to join them.

                               ----------

David sat up. "What did you do?"

"Your mom gave me the idea."

"My mom?! What did you DO, Paul?!"

"Easy, man. It's okay."

"YOU'RE doing all this to my mom?!"

"Easy. Trust me."

"Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" came an urgent voice from the
bathroom.

"What did you DO to my MOM?!"

"Oh! ... ***my***! ... ***GOD***!!!!" it came again. David's head turned
toward the sound, then back to Paul, and he reached for him.

"Man! Back off!"

"What the fuck did you do to -- " David held onto Paul's shirt and
punched him in the face with the other hand "--  my MOM?!"

Lydia staggered out of the hall into the living room then, carrying a
box of suppositories in one hand and a vial of vaseline in the other.
"Boys!" she sighed "You two HAVE to stick some of these up my ass!"

"Wha-- ?!" David asked as his mother got down on her hands and knees and
cocked her ass out at him.

"Please, David! I NEED you --  I need you to stick these up in me! And
you need to make sure you get them really far up there! So push your
finger up after them and wriggle it around some! Please!"

"Suppositories?"

"Yes! Up my ASS! PLEASE, David!" She wriggled her ass enticingly, then
looked over her shoulder and held the vaseline towards her son. "And
lube up your finger so you can get them really far up there!
Pleeeeaaase!"

"What?!" David turned to Paul.

Paul was rubbing his hand along the cheek where David had punched him.
"She said she had to go to the bathroom. So I made her ass hot. Fucker.
See if I ever do you another favor."

David turned from Paul back to his mother. "Daaaaavid!" she whined.
"Touch my asshole! Just rub it a little bit! Just a little!
Pleeeeeaaaase ..." She looked over her shoulder again, beet red with
embarassment, but she had to ask her son, "Could you lick it too? Just a
little? Pleeeease?!" She swayed her butt slowly from side to side,
hoping she was tempting him. "Pleease?"

"Man!" David turned back to Paul, bewildered. "What the fuck?!"

Paul, however, had his fist about chest level, his eyes shut while he
held still. It dawned on Paul that he was about to do again whatever
he'd been doing to Lydia all night and morning. "Paul!" he shouted.
"Don't you fucking DARE!"

Paul opened his eyes and smiled at David.

"What did you do to her this time, you shit?!"

Paul smiled malevalently back at him.

"You sonafabitch! What ..." David took a step toward his sneering friend
and felt weird. "... did ..." David's knees gave out from under him.
"... you ..." David sank to the floor. " ... dooo ... ?"



                            Ye Failed Knight
                            -- ------ ------


David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair.
"What?!" He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. "What the fuck have
you done to me, Paul?"

"You're going to participate in a little experiment, David."

"What have you DONE to me?!" David tried to stand up and beat the shit
out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just
tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every
command he sent them. "What have you done, you fuck-up?!"

Paul just smiled enigmatically. "Oh, Lydia," he called finally. "Come
out here, please."

David saw his mother's head lean around the corner.

"Paul! I can't come out there dressed like this! David's my son! I can't
just-- "

Paul sighed and shook his head for David's benefit. "Lydia, shake that
tight little ass of yours and get it out here. Now."

Lydia walked out from behind the wall, taking little steps in her five
inch heels, causing her body and new boobs to jiggle with every step.
She wore a black fishnet garter dress with black fishnet stockings.

"Paul!" she whispered when she reached the young man. "Paul, my boobies
are showing through this dress! And David --  my son! --  David is
staring at them!"

David realized he had been gaping at his mother and her outfit and
dropped his eyes, then relifted them to glare at Paul. "You fucking
shit! Stop messing with her!"

"Ohhh, poor David," Paul taunted, "Feeling chivilrous, son?"

"Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on Paul's sleeve.

"Stop MESSING with her! You're going to fuck up her BRAIN! Don't you
have any shred of decency?!"

"Hold on a second, let me look." Paul shut his eyes.

"Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on his sleeve again.

Paul opened his eyes. "No. Stunningly enough, there's not one shred of
decency in there. What a surprise."

"I am going to kill you," David growled.

"Paul!" Lydia whispered.

"Lydia! What is it?!" he whispered back.

"Paul, this dress--  this dress--  it doesn't cover my ... my pussy!"

Paul's mouth dropped and he leaned forward. "It doesn't, does it?" He
reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia's bare crotch, causing her to
jump in surprise. "It sure doesn't!"

"No! No, it doesn't!" she whispered, eyes wide. "And my son ..." she
lowered her voice even more. "My son might see!"

"Lydia."

"Yes, Paul?"

"Look at David. He's already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!"

Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more.

"I am doing no such THING!" David stated. "I'm thinking of ways to kill
you slowly, you little shit-fuck."

"David!" Lydia cried, "David, your PECKER!"

David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve
as a tuning fork. "WHAT?!"

"Ignore him, Lydia," Paul advised her. "He's just a little peeping tom,
getting off on seeing you act like a slut."

"I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!" She lightly slapped him on the
cheek.

"No, of course you're not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over
here," Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on
her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair.

"Paul! Don't you DARE grab my breast like that!" she chastized the young
man as she sat.

"Or you'll do what, Lydia?"

She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.

Paul reached for Lydia's boob and began squeezing it through the
fishnet. "I said, or you'll do what, Lydia?"

"Paaaauuuul!" she whined.

Paul squeezed her boob and flicked her nipple a minute while she quieted
down. "What will you do, Lydia?" he asked finally.

"I'll--  I'll get really HORNY, Paul!" she whispered loudly then gave a
long sigh.

"Oh!" Paul said, moving behind her and reaching forward to massage both
tits from behind. "We wouldn't want THAT, would we?"

"Gah!" David cried out as his pecker shot a load up at the ceiling.

"David!" Lydia said sharply, gathering her senses back to her. "Don't
you DARE ejaculate on the ceiling, young man!"

David was still sitting in the chair, his hands gripping the arms of the
chair, having shot his load without touching himself. "But mom, I just
..."

Lydia stood and put her fists on her hips. "No 'but's, young man!"

David's eyes landed on her bare pussy that her outfit exposed, and he
began to stiffen again.

"David!" Lydia said, seeing the re-hardening member. "Are you LISTENING
to me?! NO! You're NOT! You're just getting all HARD again! STARING at
my body!"

David watched his mother take her hand with the three inch blood red
nails and swat at his boner. "Mom!" he said, his voice shrill, "Don't!
Don't DO that!"

"Young man," she growled, "Don't you backtalk me!" She swatted at his
woody again, and he fired this time, hitting her in the eye with jism,
then spraying her hair with it during the second and third squirts.

"David!" she shrieked, then turned. "Paul! He just shot milky-white
thick ... gooey ... sticky ..." She wiped the jism off her eye with two
fingers, then stuck them in her mouth. "Mmmmm ... dirty ... nasty ...
jism! All over my face!"

"Mom! Please! Don't!"

"OH, GOD, you taste good, David!" she sighed. "So good that I might
forgive you for shooting me in the eye."

"Lydia!" Paul exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you! That was your son's
cum!"

Lydia leered at Paul. "Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I-- can
I have some of yours now, Paul?"

"Mom!" David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at
the ceiling.

"David!" Lydia turned to her son. "Just what do you think you're doing?!
There you go again! You're making a ceiling stain! Are you getting off
on seeing your own mother get molested by this little pervert?!"

"Mom! Pleeeease! Stop!"

"Stop what? You're still hard! My own son!" She walked over to Paul and
put her arms around his neck in an embrace.

"Mom!"

"Are you getting horny watching your mother rub her breasts up against
this pervert's chest?!" She slowly demonstrated.

"Mom!"

"You're supposed to be protecting me! I'm your mother, for God's sake!
Not only are you getting off on seeing my naked body --  that's
INCESTUOUS, young man! --  you're getting off on seeing me forcibly
molested!"

"Mom!"

Lydia grabbed Paul's head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers to
stick her tongue down his throat.

"Mooooom!" David shot load four at the plaster ceiling.

Lydia finally broke off the kiss and looked over at David. "I just can't
believe my own son would refuse to help his mother while this little
pervert fucks up my mind! I may never be the same, David! I could be a
nasty, cum-craving cock-sucking incestuous whoring slut-bitch for the
rest of my life! I would certainly call that brain damage, David! And
not only do you not come to my aid --  you just fucking cum! You get off
on this! My own son!" She flopped down in her chair, disgusted at his
behavior. She hooked each leg over an arm of the chair to give an open
shot of her crotch.

"Momrrgh!" Load five arced across the room towards his mother.

Lydia noted that the jism only travelled a few feet. "You're going to
have to do better than that, David." She smiled at him and lightly
rubbed her hand up her pussy. "C'mon, baby, shoot a really good load for
momma!"

"Mom!!"

"Come on, sweetie. Tell you what. I'll let you see something." She slid
her hand down to her spread crotch and began lightly tracing her fingers
across her pussy.

"Mom, DON'T!"

"Oops," she smiled and slid a finger into her slot. "Where'd it go?"

"Mom! Ungggghhhh!" Load six splattered out.

"Sweetie, you need to get some control over that thing, or you'll
dehydrate yourself."

David slumped in his chair. "Mom. Please."

"You also need to build up your crotch muscles, honey. That last load
didn't even travel as far as the load before it."

"Mom ... please ... stop."

"Lydia," Paul said, stepping behind her chair, "It's not the muscles,
it's the subject matter. I mean, he likes seeing your naked body." Paul
glared at David, "The little PERVERT!" He reached his hands down to cup
Lydia's boobs. "But what he REALLY likes to see is you getting fucked
over."

"Mom! Stop him, please!"

"Why, David? Why should I when you won't even stand up for me? Your
pecker will, but you won't!"

"Mom, I can't!"

Lydia held her arms out to her sides while Paul massaged her new boobs
from behind. "Look at me, David! This pervert is groping me, touching
things he SHOULDN'T be touching --  and, boy! let me tell you it is
feeling GOOD! --  and you won't even stand up for me. Now tell me why
*I* should stop him if you won't?! Tell me, David!"

"Mom, it's wrong! What he's doing to you is wrong!"

"Then this must be really, really wrong, David." She reached for Paul's
right hand and pulled it down to her crotch, where he slowly sank a
finger into her. "Mmmmmm!"

"Please! Mom! Don't do that!" The only body parts David could move was
his hands, strangling the arms of his chair with a death grip.

"He's really gonna blow this time, Lydia. Look at him tensing."

"Ooooooh. Come on, baby, blow for me."

Paul pointed the hand that wasn't buried in Lydia's crotch at David.
"Just don't you shoot too far and get anything on me, cuckold-boy! Or
I'll have you cleaning up the mess!"

"Please!"

"I know what he really wants to see, Lydia," Paul said, bringing his
cock to her lips. Lydia stared directly at her son and let her lips ooze
over the head, then suck in the length of Paul's dick.

"Please! ... Stop! ... Unnnnnngggghhh!! ... Oh, man! ... Oh, man! ...
Ung!"

"Goddammit!" Paul cursed as a spot of jism crossed the entire length of
the room and landed on his shoulder. "I warned you!"

"No," Lydia pleaded. "Let me!" She stood and began lapping the cum off
Paul's shoulder.

"Oh, please! Don't! Ungggg!" Load eight launched, but not as far as the
previous load. It landed on the waist-side curve of Lydia's ass.

Lydia turned around and put her fists on her hips. "David, you just
don't learn. Do you?"

"Mooom!" David moaned.

She marched over to stand in front of her son, then used two fingers to
wipe the jism off her ass. She held them up to her nose and sniffed.
"God, your cum smells good, David." She held her fingers out and under
David's nose. He tried to struggle but his muscles refused to listen.
"Doesn't it, David?"

"Mom! Stop it! Please!"

She smiled tolerantly and brought her fingers up to her mouth and barely
touched her tongue to the jism. "Mmmmm, and you really REALLY taste
good, David." She started to reach toward David's lips.

He really tried to struggle! But his muscles still would not obey him.
"Mom! No! For chrissakes! Don't!"

Lydia touched her fingers to David's lips, then smeared his cum over
them.

"Mom! No!"

She leaned in and began licking the jism back off his lips. This
progressed into kissing her son, her tongue sliding into his mouth, then
his tongue sliding into hers.

"David," she whispered in between passionate tonguing, "You don't know
where this mouth has BEEN!"

"Mmmm ... I don't ... care, Mom, ... you are just ... so fucking hot!"

She reached down and pulled on his dick. "Mmmm, David, you're hard
again."

"Oh ... yeah! ... Mom!"

"Oh!" Lydia squealed. David looked to see Paul behind her, and his
mother seemed to be grinding her ass back against his hand.

"Remember what we talked about earlier, Lydia?"

"God, yes!" she gasped.

"Well?"

Lydia looked torn and confused. "I can't. I just can't do--  ohgod,
you're right!" She spun around so that her back was to her son and
cocked out her ass. "David! Isn't mommy's ass pretty?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

"Wouldn't you just like to take a bite out of it?"

"Yes!"

She backed up closer to him and slowly shook her hips from side to side.
"Would you like me to sit on your big hot hard cock, sweetie?"

"Oh, mom, would you please?!"

"Sure, baby. Just kiss mommy's ass?"

"Hungh?" he moaned.

She pulled her cheeks apart and backed up closer to her son's face.
"Just kiss mommy's asshole, sweetie, and I'll sit down on your pecker."
She pulled once on his cock. "You're ready to shoot again. Mommy knows.
Mommy will let you shoot up her poop chute." She pulled on him again.
"Don't you want that?"

David buried his face between her buttocks and loudly kissed her anus.

"No, sweetie. With tongue."

"Hungh?"

"Mommy wants you to FRENCH KISS her butthole."

"But you didn't say ..."

"Don't you want to stick that hard hot little rod of yours up between
mommy's cheeks and shoot off up her ass?"

David buried his face again, tonguing her sphincter.

"Mmmmm! Yes! David!" She wriggled her ass from side to side, but David
kept his face planted and his tongue active. "Baby! Yeah!"

Lydia finally stepped away from David's face, then reached for a vial of
vaseline on the living room table. Smearing a glob of it around her rear
end, she stepped back to David, turned around, then squatted, slowly
impaling her ass on her son's cock.

"Oh! Fuck! Mom!"

"Tell him," Paul said. Until then, David had forgotten that the other
boy was even in the room.

"Sweetie," his mother said, raising her hips up, then sitting back down
to pump his rod. "Sweetie, Paul says that this will be the last load you
ever shoot."

David's eyes opened and widened. "WHAT?!" His mother riding up and down
on his cock right now was more than proof enough that Paul had power to
do some strange things.

Lydia was starting to get into riding David, stimulating her ass. "Yeah,
baby, no more ejaculations. Ever. Mmmmm, cum for me now."

"MOM! What are you TALKING about? STOP!"

"No, sweetie! I can't stop now! I'm too hot!"

"PAUL! What is she TALKING about?!"

"I wanted to make your last load special, so I'm letting you aim it up
Lydia's sphincter. Enjoy, friend."

"You're no friend! What does she MEAN?! LAST LOAD?!"

"Don't worry about it, David."

"MOM! STOP! I can't hold BACK if you wriggle your hips like that!!"

"Like this, David?" she asked sweetly, demonstrating.

"MOM!"

"Mmmm, give me your load, honey."

David was having a hard time holding back. "PLEASE! MOM! STOP!"

Lydia could feel his cock start to jump.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me."

"MOM! NO! NOOOOOOO!" With that, David's hips began to move by
themselves, pumping his jism up his mother's ass. "Noooooo!"

"Yes! Yeeesss! Yeeeesssssss!" Lydia screamed, her sphincter spasming,
milking David's ejaculating cock.

"Mom!" David was crying now for some reason. "What have you done?!"

Lydia clamped her sphincter tight to milk his cock as she pulled off it
with a small "pop".

David looked over at Paul, defeated. "So what are you going to do now,
you sonofabitch?"

"I'll be honest with you, David. I'm gonna like it. You probably won't."

"Ohh!" Lydia squealed. "David, your jism is running out of mommy's ass
and down her leg! Oh, that feels great! Thank you, honey!"

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled something out, then held his arm
out towards David.

"You fucker ..." David droned.





                           Sons and Daughters
                           ---- --- ---------


Three hours later, David was in his room with the door shut, all the
Playboys and Penthouses that he owned on the bed and opened wide as he
fumbled at his crotch, trying hard (pun intended) to get an erection. He
wore no pants, but had a flannel shirt buttoned up the front -- he'd
rather not look at his own chest right now.

David jumped, startled, as the door swung open and Lydia stepped in,
wearing only a sheer blue nightie and blue high heels. David scrambled
to sweep all the magazines to the floor on the opposite site of the bed.

"Uhm, hi Mom," he said softly.

"Oh, sweetie, there's no need to hide those dirty magazines. I know that
you beat off." Her eyes settled on his limp penis. "Or at least that you
try to."

"Mom!" he said in a shrill voice.

"It's okay, honey. There's nothing you can do about it. What does it
feel like? The change?"

David crossed his arms, a posture that felt funny now, then pounded his
fists on the mattress and cast his eyes down. "I don't want to talk
about it."

Lydia watched him a moment, then shook her head. "That's okay. You don't
have to talk about it." She brought her hands up to rub them lightly
over her breasts. "But ... (sigh) ... instead of jerking off to girls in
magazines ... why don't you ... (sigh) ... jerk off to me. They're on
paper, but I'm right HEEEERE for you.""

Even after everything that had happened today, David gave her an
astonished look. "Mom!"

"After all, these --  " she cupped her boobies "--  these are now
something to write home about." She began pulling on them. "Don't they
just make you want to cuuuuum?" she sighed.

David stopped trying to cover his crotch with his hands, then slowly was
persuaded to spread his legs and pull, rub and pump at his penis as
Lydia performed an erotic dance for him.

"I still like girls," David said pulling futilely at his groin.

"I'm sure you do, David."

"I still like girls, so that's proof that there's nothing happening.
Looking at these magazines, looking at --  oh God --  at you, Mom, I get
very excited."

"I'm sure that you do, David."

"I just can't seem to ... get an erection. I mean, I can't get one yet.
I feel one starting, I just need to get it to finish appearing."

"Mmmmm, that's sweet dear."

"So no change is occurring," he declared firmly, "Paul's 'spell'
misfired this time."

"Isn't it a little shorter?"

"Isn't what shorter?" David asked, an edge to his voice.

Lydia smiled. "Your penis, sweetie. It's a little shorter, isn't it."

"No! It is NOT! CERTAINLY not! I mean just because your boobs swelled up
like zeppelins doesn't mean everyone ELSE has to be oversized as well!"

"As you wish, sweetheart. I just thought that I remembered it being
longer than just an inch. I mean, you're nothing but cap there, dear."

"Moom!" he shrieked, his voice cracking as it had started to do in the
last hour.

Lydia continued dancing. "You might want to keep trying there, David.
SOMETHING might pop up."

"Mom, I CAN still get erect!"

Lydia slowed her dance and stopped, then walked over beside the bed.
"Honey, I know you can. Right here." She laid her hand on his chest.

David grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Mom! Don't touch me there!"

"Oh, how cute, my little baby's shy."

"Moooomm!" David cried, tears welling up in his eyes. "There is nothing
happening! NOTHING!"

"As you wish, baby. Would you let Momma show you something?" She slowly
reached her hand back to his chest and laid it there, then began gently
rubbing in circles.

David took in a deep breath. "Moom," he sighed, "I don't like that. I
really don't like it."

"Hush, baby," she sighed. "Let Momma show you this." And she continued
gently rubbing and watched her son calm down at her ministrations. After
a couple minutes, she began slowly unbuttoning the flannel shirt.

"Mom, please ... don't ... do ... that ..." David sighed.

"Ssshh, relax and trust your mother." She slowly spread the shirt to
reveal a set of A cup, verging on B cup, breasts on her son, the nipples
already perked up from her gentle rubbing, which she continued now on
his bare chest.

David was lying there, breathing deeply. "Mom ... I really don't like
this ..."

"Sssshhhh." She continued rubbing gently, then began focussing on the
nipples until they were rock-hard little marbles crowning David's sweet
little mounds.

"David, sweetie, open your eyes." He did so and met hers. "Honey, look
at your chest."

"I don't want to."

She pinched a nipple. "Here, look right here." David's eyes moved down
to where the pleasurable sensations were coming from.

"That's where your erection is now."

"But, Mom, I don't want it there. I want it --	I need it --  to be down
below."

She flicked his right nipple a few times. "But this is where it is,
sweetie. You have such pretty little nips. Doesn't it feel good?"

"No," David sighed.

Lydia leaned her head down and began sucking on one of his nipples.

"Uuuuunnnngh!" David groaned finally. "Okay, okay, yes it does feel
good."

She began playing her tongue over his nipple even more rapidly.

"Okay! Okay! It feels REALLY good! God!" His breath was coming a little
faster now.

She began pulling on his boobs. "You're starting to get real pleasant
little handfuls of flesh here, David. You're gonna need a BRA soon ...
IF Paul lets you wear one."

"Mom! I don't WANT that!" He glanced down at his crotch to see if there
was any reaction there to the intense sensations of pleasure that he was
receiving. However, it was still nothing more than wet pasta.

"Now here's your extra length, David," Lydia said. "Your nipples are an
inch long when they're perked up, and the most darling little set of
puffies when they're not."

"Mom!"

Lydia reached for his crotch and fished around there. There really
wasn't much left there to grab a hold of. She pulled as best she could a
few times. "Any response?" she asked after a couple minutes.

"Yes ... yes, I think there's some stiffening there."

Lydia studied the soft member. If there was stiffening there, she sure
as hell couldn't see or feel it. "Let's try something else, dear." She
had David slide his butt down until he was lying on his back, then had
him bring his ankles in towards himself, bending his knees and spreading
his thighs wide to give her access to his crotch. She noted that his
hips were getting a little wider.

Lydia slid down and moved her head near his crotch. David looked down
between his legs to see his mother's face. She smiled weakly. then took
what was left of his shrinking penis into her mouth.

"Thank you, mom," he sighed.

After several minutes, Lydia felt like she was doing nothing more than
chewing on a soft rubber eraser. She looked up at his chest and saw that
his nipples had softened back into puffies. She ran her hand gently
along the inside of his thigh, which caused the nipples to perk back up
a little.

She scratched the skin behind his scrotum, then slid her finger back up
the crack and quickly over David's asshole. His body tensed, and she saw
his nipples rise to half mast again.

"Mom!" he gasped. "Don't TOUCH me there!"

Ignoring him, she licked behind his scrotum and continued to run her
finger up and down the length of her son's crack. His nipples came to
full mast, and he began writhing his pelvis around.

"Mom, PLEASE stop touching me there," he kept saying, but did not move
to stop her.

She slowed her movements along the length of his crack and began making
circles around his anus. Then she slipped her finger in an inch.

"Mom! Don't!" He started to sit up, but she pushed him back down.

"David, you teasing little slut! You are so hot you're ready to blow!
But-- " She wrenched her voice up into a shrill little whine, "No! Mom!
Don't! Don't touch my hot fucking little nipples! Don't stick your
finger up my begging cunt of an asshole! No! Instead, keep working at
this decaying corpse that used to be my little penis!"

She grabbed his hips and forced him to roll over. "Well, David, you're
going to get it whether you want it or not!"

He was holding his legs tightly together, so she slapped his ass hard
twice, then forced his legs open. "David, you're TURNING into a GIRL!
Face up to it and be a man about it!"

She forced her finger an inch into his clenched anus. "David, this is
momma's cock." She wriggled her index finger that was embedded up his
butt. "Now this can be hard for you, or this can be really wonderful,
but you're getting laid right now, you little cock-tease!"

She spit on his anus to lubricate it, then she began moving her finger
in and out, and David relaxed his sphincter. After a minute, he began
moaning and pushing back to meet her "thrusts". Finally, he groaned
mightily and clamped his anus around her "cock" as wave after wave of
orgasm washed through him.

He relaxed and laid there a few minutes.

"Mom, why? Why did you DO something like that?"

"Because you were being a goddam little slut cocktease. You got Momma
all hot and bothered and then whined that you didn't want to finish
through with the act."

"But I don't like that. I don't like being touched down there or on my
chest! I still like girls. I like girls. That's proof that I'm not
turning into a woman!"

"Sweetie," she said with a gentle smile, "That doesn't mean shit." She
held his head to her breast. "Of course you still like girls. Down
inside every woman, no matter how much she likes men, there's a little
lesbian that makes her way out from time to time."

"Nooooo," David whined. "I'm noooot ..."

"And David ..." She leaned to his ear to whisper. "Every time you
orgasm, it makes the transformation more complete. Why, I'll bet you
almost have C cups by now."

David's eyes widened while Lydia smiled evilly, then stood and walked
out of the room. When she was gone, he examined his chest. Sure enough,
B verging on C ...

David wailed.


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                              (To Be Continued)

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