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This is a work of fiction.  You must be 18 or over to read this story.  In real life, incestuous relationships, particularly when an under-aged person is involved with a parent or adult, often causes deep psychological damage.  This story is provided for entertainment purposes only.  The author does not condone any sexual activity with persons under 18 in real life.





Moms Get Hung Up On Teens Hanging Ten
by DiscipleN


Chapter 1

"I gotchu, Mommy! I gotchu!" Arnold Michaels tugged on his yarn lasso. Holly Michaels was surprised more by her son's behavior than the simple loop he had dropped over her head and shoulders. "You're fifteen, Arnold." She reminded him but giggled saying it. His silliness was infectious.

"He's so adorable." Jean Peralta squeezed the handle of her tea cup as she gushed with unexpected frivolity.

"I'm 'dorble TOO!" Race Peralta popped his head out from under the table cloth. He had been hiding from Arnold. He was the Navajo. The three youngest boys present: fifteen, fifteen, and fourteen, had taken classic roles.

In addition to the native, Arnold was the sheriff, and Oscar was the bandit (not so secretly waiting to ambush anyone who dared to go from the dining room to the living room). The fourth boy, Jeffery, wasn't anything. Seventeen, he sat at the table, drinking hot chocolate, thinking that his brother and friends looked ridiculous playing a silly kids game. He was listening to the mothers chatter. They sometimes talked about sex stuff.

The mother of Jeffery and Oscar Hughes, Carol, gave Arnold a tiny smile below heavy eyelids. "What are you going to do your Mommy, now that you got her, Sheriff?"

"I'm gonna 'rrest her!"

Jean, Race's mother, joined the pretending. "What for? What crime did your Mommy commit?" She winked at Holly.

"Uh-" Arnold pouted while he thought. His mommy was really good and nice.

"Mommy!" Race tugged on the hem of his mother's knee length skirt. "What about me?"

Jean didn't skip a beat. "Shhh. Navajo are silent hunters, Race. If you make a fuss, the sheriff will catch YOU!"

"I want to be the sheriff." Race grumbled. He wanted to arrest HIS mom.

"I got this, Jean." Carol bent down and lifted the dangling tablecloth. She peered beneath, across from the kneeling boy. "Race, there's a wildcat stalking about under here. Only a Navajo can flush it out. You'll win your Mom's heart if you can catch it and pet it."

Race looked behind him. Carol was a real pretty lady, not as pretty as his mother, but his eyes zeroed in on the cleavage revealed as Ms. Hughes bent down, boobs dangling behind her thin, yellow linen blouse. His mouth formed an involuntary O.

Above the table, Arnold had remembered. "Mommy won't let me eat any more cookies!" Upon arriving, he'd gobbled six from a jar Carol had presented. His mother cut off his supply with a curt, "Leave some for the other boys."

This time the women were meeting at Carol's home. Holly and Arnold had arrived minutes behind Jean and Race. The mothers tried to chat in person as often as twice a week.

They had first met on a research forum for parents of children with a specific, genetic anomaly. The forum included parents from all over the world, and the forum software utilized the most advanced, real-time translation technology to help facilitate their serious discussions.

Although the anomaly was identified in the '90s, its expression wasn't researched until recently. Other, more dire and less political, genetic traits took priority. When funds were finally made available to study the anomaly, the majority of scientists involved shared the opinion that the odd DNA sequence, found only in a Y chromosome, was more puzzling than dangerous, but the researchers who had male children were more motivated to figure out just what it was doing besides the obvious. The gene, known as "1473:819:84115" was critical in the production of testosterone and other androgens.

In short, "1473:819:84115" made testicles grow twice as large. The penis was unaffected according to the original study, but some researchers worried that the original scientists had been pressured to keep measuring tools away from that naughty bit. Nobody could deny that the testes were oversized, but because the penis wasn't affected as obviously. Studying it was discouraged.

The other piece of the "1473:819:84115" puzzle was, puberty was delayed by a couple years. This sounded an alarm in the medical community and among world leaders frightened by declining fertility and birth rates. The new study conducted a world-wide screening of DNA samples to identify pre-pubescent children with the trait.

Carol, Holly, and Jean received emails from their various insurance agencies, inviting them to join the program. They were three out of a dozen parents in their city who logged into the study's online forum. The majority were asked to record their sons' behaviors and take measurements of testes and sperm production, the latter only for the first year of puberty. Semen samples could be dropped off at participating hospitals, but that was entirely optional. A subset of the test population were asked to bring their sons in for monthly exams.

As a social group, the participating parents were largely shy. Most were embarrassed to be on the forum and contributed only the information requested, submitted privately. Many asked questions on the forum. All had joined out of concern for their sons. A brave and bold few took to building community among the members - through empathy, optimism, and humor. That upbeat minority included Carol, Holly, and Jean. When they discovered they lived in the same city, they immediately sought to meet in person.

"Oh, so you're going to arrest me in order to get more cookies?" Holly gave her son the stink-eye.

"Um, it's too late for that, Mommy." Arnold beamed. "I have to take you to jail now."

"You can use the hall closet. There's just some old coats hanging there." Carol raised her hand from her bent down pose and pointed in the closet's general direction.

Holly rolled her eyes but played along. She stood, careful not the tear the yarn looping the top of her bosom. Her son lead her away from the table, beneath which Race finally stopped ogling Ms. Hughes' cleavage.

"Wildcat?" He looked around.

"Be very sneaky, Race." Carol put a finger to her lips. "You don't want to spook it."

He shook his head no. But where was it? He wanted to make his mommy happy, and for her to be proud of him. Race's pout alerted Carol to his dilemma. She pointed to Jean's legs, then she spread her knees slightly as an example.

An O returned to Race's lips, this time from epiphany.

When small, warm hands touched her bare legs, Jean suspected her good friend hunkered below the other side of the table. "Carol?" She called unhappily.

The gathering's host popped back up, smiling. "Yes, my dear?"

"Why is Race reaching up my skirt?"

Carol made a shocked face. "Could it be because he's looking for a pussy?"

GACK! Jeffery almost spurted hot chocolate when he heard his mother's saucy reply. He froze up, embarrassed.

The women blushed. That didn't stop Jean from retorting, "The cat seems to have caught your son's tongue."

"POW! POW!" Little Oscar shouted, pointing his finger gun at Arnold. "I shot you, Sheriff!" He had leaped out, ambushing Arnold and his captured mother on their way to the hall closet.

Arnold squawked, "No you didn't! The sheriff is the good guy. I'm supposed to shoot you!"

Oscar fought back a youngster's tears. His lower lip trembled. "That's not fair."

"Sheriff Arnold." Holly told her son. "You were shot, fair and square, but it doesn't have to be the end of the story. Now fall down, and maybe some fair maiden will heal you." She raised her hands in surrender to the wicked bandit, Oscar Hughes. "I am your prisoner, Mr. Bandit."

Arnold grumbled at first, but when his mother mentioned a fair maiden, he thought that could be fun. Maybe not as fun as taking his mom to jail, but he glanced into the dining room, where two, better than fair looking women were blushing. He sank to the carpet and sprawled wounded across it. "Aaarrrggghhh!"

Jean squeaked when she felt her son's hand reach between her thighs just above the knees. He was trying to spread her legs. A giggle squashed her concern. Silly boy. She patted his head.

Carol's attention had snapped to her youngest son when he declared, "…not fair!" She witnessed Holly defuse the situation and watch Arnold fall to the carpet. Whereupon, he glanced at herself and Jean. It seemed as if a fair maiden was needed. Carol winked at the prone Arnold. She stood from her chair to attend him.

"Damn." Jeffery regretted not playing with the younger boys. They sure were getting a lot of sexy attention from their mothers. He wondered what they had spiked their coffee with. He tried to get himself to join the fun but felt like an outsider wishing he hadn't thought he was above their silliness. One other thing compelled him to avoid his brother and the other boys, but he didn't have a name for it. Certainly, it wasn't cowardice. Jeffery was the oldest by well over a year, and he was strong and athletic, a far cry more manly than the other boys' and their slightly delayed puberty.

At Jeffery's right, around the table, Jean squeaked and squirmed in her chair. His mother, Carol, went to Arnold and leaned over the teen's sprawled form. "Oh my! The sheriff is wounded!" Arnold opened his eyes and smiled. He saw two big boobs dangling within Ms. Hughes' thin, yellow blouse. The attractive woman reached down and pulled his wrist. "Let's get you somewhere where you can heal." She indicated the living room's couch.

Oscar had tied yarn around Holly's wrists, adding to the lasso around her shoulders. Holly cried softly, "Where are you taking me, you villain?"

"To my secret cave." He led her into the hallway, to the closet, and abruptly, what was suppose to have been a jail became a cave.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm gonna pillage you, Ms.Michaels."

"Oh dear, that sounds devastating!"

Oscar opened the door for her, and Holly put on a brave face before entering the dark recess.

"I have to rescue Mo- uh, my prisoner!" Arnold lurched up from the couch, but Carol pushed him down upon its cushions. "Sometimes, the sheriff doesn't get there in time. You're still wounded." She sat beside his head, raised him up and scooted her butt, so he could lay his head in her lap. Her two boobs were suddenly a lot closer, and Arnold weighed rescuing his mom against possibly touching a woman's chest. "Uh, how will I get better?" He asked Jeffery and Oscar's mother.

"You need some nutrition, Sheriff. You ate a bunch of cookies earlier, but haven't washed them down with milk, yet." Carol grinned and gently shook her shoulders. Not constrained by a bra, her breasts wobbled enticingly. "Do you know where milk comes from?"

From cows? He almost asked, but then he remembered. A couple weeks ago Carol had said she was donating her milk to a charity. Race had asked where she bought the milk from, and Carol had briefly hefted one of her boobs. Arnold had been amazed to learn that women made milk in their chests! And Carol was special because she continued to pump milk from her boobs years after Oscar had stopped nursing. Suddenly Arnold's sheriff predicament made total sense! Nurses healed people, and milk was nutritious. "Can I nurse on your milk?" He looked up eagerly.

"Really?" Jeffery overheard Arnold asking his mother to nurse on her. He couldn't believe his ears, and almost got up to confront his mom in the living room, but he noticed Jean had closed her eyes, and her lips made a tight line as if she was in pain. She whined as if she was. Jeffery had to peek under the table to find out what Race was doing.

The hidden boy's elbows spread his mother's legs on her chair. He was reaching into her skirt with the glee of an Olympic winner. "I think I see you, wildcat." Jean's hands pressed on her son's head to keep him out of her loins. Race giggled. "Navajo hunter is gonna catch you and pet you."

From down the hall, Holly cried out, muffled through a closet door.

Jeffery ducked out from under the table and shot up to his feet, pushing his chair away with his thighs. "Mom? What's going on?" He strode into the living room.

There, his mother had pulled down the vee of her blouse to reveal her left breast. A white dot seeped out of its aureola before the two boys' gazes. Arnold puckered his lips, about to clamp them around the inviting, dark bud of her turgid nipple. Jeffery's unexpected question shook sense into Carol, and she covered up her breast and gulped. "Whoops."

Another cry from the hall closet sent Jeffery to investigate, having succeeded in preventing his mom from letting Arnold nurse on her. He jerked open the closet door and found Oscar madly kissing Ms. Michaels! His hands were gripping and groping her large bottom cheeks through her pale lavender slacks.

"Who are you?" Oscar pouted, breaking away from the fun he was enjoying.

Holly turned bright red, redder than she had been when the fourteen year old had grabbed butt and kissed her on the lips! Despite embarrassment, she found the right words. "Jeffery is the stage manager, Oscar. It's time to stop pretending and go home."

"No! I don-wanna!" The boy stamped his foot.

His exciting captive escaped his groping hands and his secret cave. "Sorry, Sweetheart, but that's show business." Holly felt terribly guilty. She avoided meeting Jeffery's stunned gaze.

Arnold jumped up from the couch, "Mommy!" He too blushed, out of guilt for not rescuing her. They embraced in the living room.

A minute later, Jean was still struggling to keep her persistent son from grabbing her pussy. He had managed to pull aside her plain cotton panties, shouting "Caught you!" Upon his first but dark glimpse of his mother's thick, brown pubic thatch.

"Ahem." Carol cleared her throat. She stood in the dining room entrance. Beside her, three blushing boys and a red faced Holly Michaels watched Jean resist her son's hidden actions.

"Oh, my!" Jean cried and jumped away from the probing fingers, nearly tipping over in her chair. She landed on her feet and Race's pout appeared from under the table cloth. "Drat." He huffed.

Little was said between then and a half hour later, when the two visiting mothers thanked Carol for hosting and drove away in separate, crossover SUVs.

Texts flew between the parents that evening after dinner.

"What happened? What did you put in the coffee, Carol?" -Jean

"It's the same coffee we had three days ago." -Carol

"Did anyone else think it was strange that our boys would suddenly play a kid's game?" - Holly. Her son, Arnold was fifteen.

"I wouldn't be surprised by anything that teenagers did. When I was fourteen, I was playing a lot more seriously with boys." -Jean. Her son, Race, was also fifteen.

"They acted and even sounded like much younger kids." -Carol. Her Oscar was fourteen, and Jeffery was seventeen.

"I kinda liked that. It reminded me of when they were much younger, so animated and playful." -Holly

"Slut!" -Jean

"She meant that in a good way, Holly. And I know what you mean. I had fun too, pretending, but we got carried away." -Carol

"You started it, by telling Race he could find a cat between my legs." -Jean

"You could have jumped away at anytime, Jean. But you waited until you were caught." -Holly

"I still want to know … WHY? Could it have something to do with our sons' condition?" -Jean

"Jeffery was the only boy who didn't play. He doesn't have it, right?" -Holly.

"Only Oscar has the condition." -Carol

"I just feel like it affected us, somehow." -Jean

"We should mention this to the researchers." -Carol

"What are we going to tell them, that we got all flirty with our sons? Don't either of you DARE." -Holly

"We've been getting together for more than a month. Why now?" -Jean

"Good question, Jean. Maybe the effect takes time to build up. As far as I know, we're the only participants who are getting together physically." -Carol

"Three special boys in the same house for couple hours, two or three times a week, I doubt that's ever happened. The condition is so rare." -Holly

"It took a special research program to bring us together. You're probably right." -Jean

"Sooo, when are we getting together again?" -Holly.

"Are you kidding?" -Jean

"How about, tomorrow?" -Carol

"How do we know something worse won't happen?" -Jean

"Think of it as an experiment. It's not like we got all mind-controlled. We just got a little carried away. I'll tell Jeff to snap us out of it if he sees it happening again." -Carol

"I can host. Gavin will be inspecting a meat packing plant a hundred miles away, and he'll stay in a hotel overnight. I won't have a car. -Holly

"Good. I think he made a pass at me after you hosted last week." -Jean

"You think all men make a pass at you." -Carol

"Because I'm worth it. <winking emoji>" -Jean

"He probably did. Gavin and I are in a rut. I honestly wouldn't hate you if you hooked up with him. As long as I got equal opportunity with some hot guy." -Holly

"Eeew! Puleeze, Holly. Gavin? Gag me. He's nice and all, but I go for less nice when I can get it." -Jean

"Must be nice to be single." -Carol

"Oh no, Carol! Are you in a rut with Ricardo?" -Holly

"We sex-up just fine. I'm lucky to have that, but my libido is a lot stronger. I wear out dildos regularly." -Carol

"Maybe that's why you were the first to crack." -Jean

"Stop it, Jean. Pointing fingers isn't our style." -Holly

"Sorry, Carol. I didn't mean it like that. I'm single, lonely, occasionally sex starved, but I'm glad horniness doesn't haunt me. Friends?"

"Kiss my wedding ring, and I'll forgive you. <smug emoji>" -Carol

"Kiss my <butt emoji>!" -Jean

"It's settled. Drive over to my place, after you pick up your kids from school tomorrow." -Holly

It would be only the second time that the three moms had gathered two days in a row. None of them suspected it as a sign of things to come.


[ to be continued.  Comments and feedback welcome!]



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Interesting start :)

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Chapter 2


Carol had the longest drive to Holly's home, longer if you counted picking up her boys from separate schools. She felt oddly trepidatious about today's get-together, driving slower than normal and giving the finger to other drivers less often. Oscar and Jeffery bantered while their mom contemplated her behavior the day before.

"I think I dig a girl in my English class." Oscar tried to impress his brother. "She's into old-school metal and Fortnite."

"Fortnight is getting tired. You should try Valheim. That's punk."

"Hah, Valheim is just Minecraft with better bricks." Oscar countered.

Jeffery persisted. "I'm telling you, it's a whole other experience!"

"You just don't have a girl you want to ask out." The younger boy cut deep.

"I've dated hotter, real chicks than those wifus you pretend with, but you can't soil a tissue if your life depended upon it." Jeffery played his ace card, his brother's delayed puberty.

"Not today, guys!" Carol demanded. "Change the subject, NOW."

Her sons quieted. She had put them in the back seat together to prevent them from fighting over who got shotgun. Sometimes she regretted it.

Oscar wanted to show that he was ready to get serious with girls. "You'll see. Gwen is a real sweetie. I'm going to ask her out tomorrow."

"Well, I wish you luck, Brother." Jeffery could be gracious when his mother was present.

"So." Carol took advantage of the moment when the hurricane's center passed over her boys. "Do you remember what we talked about our guests yesterday afternoon."

"Yeah, Mom." Jeffery droned. "About why you all got goofy, and I had to pull the plug on your game?" He hadn't so much as pulled it as tripped over it. He hadn't been feeling his usual age advantage over the boys.

"What did I say about today?"

"Don't talk about yesterday." Oscar remembered taking Ms. Michaels into the closet and kissing her. It was real exciting, better than the two girls he had actually kissed before yesterday. Oscar had wanted to do more, but his brother triggered the end game before he was ready.

"Yeah, what was it with you and Arnold and Race? Fricking Cowboys and Indians?"

Oscar shrugged. "It was just a game. You're just jealous because you didn't get to kiss one of their moms."

"You were acting and talking like a five year old!"

"More like ten." Their mother cut in with her estimate.

"And you had your ti- er, boob out, Mom."

"Sue me. Should I apologize again?"

"Ignore him, Mom." Oscar defended. "Why is he even coming? He's not really part of The Experiment." The boy used capital letters to play up the current special attention to his condition. Oscar hated being reminded that he couldn't cum yet. He comforted himself with the thought, "But when I do! Wow!" His outsized testicles supposedly would produce twice as much semen. He didn't want to admit that he had acted childishly, but privately, Oscar had enjoyed the feeling of being a dumb kid again.

"I didn't want to get dragged into Mom's lame 'talks' either." Jeffery was actually proud that his mom had recognized his 'heroic effort' to stop their shenanigans yesterday. She wanted him around as a safeguard. High school boys live for that kind of validation. And maybe one of the other moms might show a boob, he hoped. Neither were as endowed as his mom, but Holly and Jean had plenty hanging from their racks.

Girls and video games. Carol's sons returned to the only two subjects they seemed to care about. Driving half way across the city, she had to intervene twice to stop random escalation of taunts. Typical.

Jean and Race arrived at Holly's place, before the Hughes'.

"Don't ring the bell yet, Mom, please?" Race had cold feet. After yesterday's circus, his mother had sat him down and explained what happened wasn't his fault. He accepted her forgiveness, on the surface, but having groped his mother's pussy, guilt had sunk deep. The worst was remembering how it felt to be as playful and free as a child again. He was a freshman, and the twin stresses of earning peer approval and preparing for college gnawed at his confidence.

Actually, Race fit in well with other ninth graders. He earned high scores and had started to make friends. However, he couldn't risk them finding out he had played Cowboys and Indians like an elementary school kid. He would have absolutely died if his classmates knew about his delayed sperm production.

Jean watched her son's internal conflict. She had explained yesterday's silliness as generously as possible. He wasn't broken or weird. She even confessed that what he'd done had impressed her somewhat, for having been so bold. She told herself, tomorrow she would discuss the importance of consent. Jean blamed herself for letting Race get as far as he had between her legs. It hadn't amounted to anything more embarrassing than a few fingers brushing her pubes. Having not said anything and not escaping, could be misinterpreted as consent, but she knew the moment had been a highly subjective moment between good touch / bad touch.

Jean put on a grin and reached for the doorbell, to tease Race back to reality.

"Mom!" Race grabbed her arm.

"Are we turning around and driving home?" The possibility didn't depress Jean.

"No." The young man scrunched his lips to one side. "I just want to ask, what would have happened -- if Jeffery hadn't broken the spell?" It had felt like playing under a magical aura.

Jean wanted to answer, In your wet-dreams, Son. After quelling the urge, she told him, "I would be the one responsible not you." She tapped his shoulder. "It's not going to happen again." She assured him.

Race nodded and rang the bell for her.

"About time." Holly answered the door a little too quickly. "I was afraid you two were going to drive back home."

"Watching us through the curtain?" Jean stepped inside, Race following.

"My stoop. My privilege." Holly shut the door behind them and led them to the living room couch. She had brought in chairs from the kitchen, and her coffee table was laden with pastries, nuts, sliced fruit, and cookies. A tall pot of coffee rested on its heated base. She poured a cup for Jean and asked Race, "Want some?"

"Um, okay." The teen had tried coffee, didn't hate it. He guessed that all adults felt same way about coffee. It was a useful drug. He wanted to keep his wits sharp, to avoid falling into yesterday's trap.

Arnold entered the living room from down a flight of stairs. "Hi, Race." He would have said more, except he was fighting embarrassment about the way he and the other boys had acted.

"Hey, Arnold."

"Hello." Jean greeted him.

"Ms. Peralta." Arnold nodded at her. "Mom, can I have some coffee?"

"I thought you didn't like the taste."

"Maybe I'll learn to." He'd overheard Race accept his mother's offer of coffee. He sat on a kitchen chair, and Holly poured a cup for him after serving Race.

Holly and Jean were quick to talk about the latest gossip posted to the forum, boring stuff about why so many members were shy about participating in the website's social discourse. Race and Arnold discussed the latest Switch games.

By the time food on the coffee table had shrank by a third, the Hughes arrived. Carol, Jeffery, and Oscar joined in with equally guarded behavior. Jeffery was happy to get hot chocolate instead of nasty tasting coffee. He mostly watched the women, wondering what had caused yesterday's mayhem. When one of the younger teens asked a question, he was slow to respond and answered curtly. They tended to exclude him for the same reason he felt superior to them. Jeffery was seventeen, two years older than Arnold the oldest boy.

The three moms felt like they were going through the motions of communing. While one of them talked, the other two discretely studied their son's behavior. While talking, each felt like they were holding back. It was an uncomfortable first hour. Their talks were typically quite lively.

Holly took her responsibility as a host, seriously. She jumped up from her chair and howled like a coyote. "What the fuuuuuuu!!" She stepped up onto her seat and swung an accusing finger between her friends. "This is shit, Bitches!"

The three youngest boys gabbing on the couch froze. Jeffery's jaw opened at Ms. Michaels' last swear.

"Take it off!" Carol suddenly hooted at Holly. Holly was right. They had been talking poo.

Jean set down her coffee and shared a high five with Carol. "Bitches got busted."

Holly didn't pull up her top, but she did wriggle her hips to silent music. Her pleated, purple skirt brushed against the back of her chair. She stuck out her tongue at the boys. "Arnold, take your Nut Mates out back to talk or play or give each other hand jobs. Us ladies need to smoke weed and burn our bras.

Jeffery's jaw slackened further. He thought their private name for themselves was a secret. Even though he didn't have huge balls, the other boys had granted him special dispensation to be a Nut Mate.

Arnold gulped at his mother's display but wasn't shocked. He'd seen worse, individual acts from all of the women during their 'Ball Boys Bitching.' Like mother's, like sons. He shrugged and lead the boys outside.

"Mom?" Jeffery asked after getting up to follow. He paused, having been tasked to keep an eyes on their shenanigans.

Carol waved him away. "It's not like we're going to have an orgy."

"What?" Jean looked suspiciously at her forum sisters. "Not one of us is a part-time dyke?"

An unexpected snort burst from Jeffery's left nostril. He went outside with the other boys.

When the glass, back door shut, the women quieted in chorus. A heavy silence descended. Holly stepped down from her chair and sat.

"Oscar's a good kisser, Carol." Holly unexpectedly confessed.

Carol felt a weight topple from her fears. "I WANTED Arnold to suck my oozing nipple."

"I fucking orgasmed." Jean huffed.

"I-is anyone else a little turned on, right now?" Carol dared to ask but hedged. "Yeah, yeah, I'm the biggest titted slut of the three of us."

"You meant, biggest slut, right?" Jean teased.

"That too."

"Could the boys have affected us again?" Holly asked.

"They weren't acting like children, this time." Jean observed.

"Girls, I asked my question first." Carol disrupted the more pertinate discussion.

Jean glanced at Holly. When Holly's eyes met hers, the two women saw it. They were a little turned on, but each knew that Carol was soft pedaling her level of arousal.

"If this keeps happening, one or both of you is going to call the cops on me for molesting your boys."

"We'll have to stop meeting." Holly felt tears form under her eyes.

"We just don't bring the boys." Jean stated the obvious.

"We can try that next week." Holly felt a little better but didn't like the idea.

"I'll host. I can send Jeffery with Oscar to a movie." Carol offered.

"It's my turn." Jean asserted.

"You can't send Race out to fend for himself."

"But you shouldn't have to lock him in his room." Holly asserted.

"He's just one boy." Jean hoped aloud. "Maybe it takes all three of them to mess with our libidos."

"We can try meeting with just one boy present." Carol relented.

The back door slid open and shut. Race had stealthed in, eyes darting about. His mother challenged him. "We're talking here, Race."

"We're playing hide and seek. Maybe Jeffery won't look in here." His young eyes shined a plea to let him stay.

"Uh," Holly blinked. "I'll hide you." She got up and took her son's arm. "The shower stall in my bedroom should do the trick." Holly escorted her son up the stairs.

Several minutes later, the back door opened again. Jeffery entered the living room, looking oddly reserved. "Did Arnold come inside?"

Carol looked at Holly's empty seat and bit her lip. "No, Son. Now go back outside." Her son left without pressing the matter. Jeffery was usually more persistant. When Holly didn't immediately return, the two women stood up and climbed the stairs.

Holly shut her bathroom door while her son hid in the shower stall. She had shut herself in with him, leaving the shower door open between them. "Arnold, were you really going to suck on Carol's breast, yesterday?"

"Mommy!" He blushed at the memory.

"It's okay if you wanted to. Heck, I was kissing Oscar. That's just as bad." After the incident she told her son that he shouldn't blame himself. They had been playing a silly game which had gotten out of hand. That's all. There was nothing to forgive except themselves, and the event was a learning moment for both all involved. She had poured bullshit on top of bullshit to help her son feel better about their laspses in judgement.

Holly didn't recognize the urge within her as she stepped into the stall with her son and began to unbutton her blouse. "If this is what's required to convince you…"

"MOMMY?" Arnold gasped! "You're taking off your clothes." He said it as if it was a secret between them. His peter lurched in his pants as blood engorged it.

"Just my top, Honey." Holly unfastened the last button and spread her top open. She was wearing a C-cup, violet tinged bra with a tiny bluebird embroidered on the strap between her breasts. "I want to prove that I wouldn't blame you for sucking a tit." Her mind had decided that her breasts would make the best example.

She reached behind her back and deftly unhooked the back-strap of her cute bra. "Are you afraid, Arnold?"

The boy had been shocked when Ms. Hughes offered her milk oozing tit to him, but the experience hadn't prepared him for when his mother shrugged off her bra and presented her beautiful breasts within the starkly lit interior of a shower stall. "N-n-no, Mommy." His voice broke into a higher register. His legs quivered.

She wasn't much taller than her fifteen year old son, but to reduce her presence, Holly bent her knees until they touched the hard plastic floor. She looked up and lifted both of her boobs to him. "You can suck on Mommy's titties. Would you like that? Mommy wants you to."

Arnold was captivated. His mother's firm breasts were youthful mounds that added sexy curves to her fairly slim body, slightly wider than her hips. Her areolae weren't especially dark, but against her fair skin, they contrasted nicely. Arnold watched the tips of her nipples harden.

"It's okay. You don't have to. Mommy will dress and leave you in your hiding place if that's what you want."

The idea of being alone, abandoned by his mother after offering her firm breasts, felt like the worst option. "Mommy." Arnold fell into his mother's arms and sucked up one of her turgid nipples. Tasting the nub with his tongue was just as exciting as holding his mother's naked torso. His aroused penis solidified in his pants, and his hips pressed it into her knees.

Holly gasped. "That's wonderful, Sweetheart! You're making Mommy feel so appreciated." She noticed his state of arousal. "Is that your pee pee between my knees? Did it get hard for me?"

Arnold could only gurgle and hum passionately. He hugged his mommy tighter.

She didn't press him for an answer, feeling incredibly aroused herself. She wanted to masturbate, but this moment was for her son, to prove that he mustn't blame himself for getting aroused by Carol's larger breasts. Not that she felt that hers were inferior, just different. Holly was confident that she got just as much satisfaction from nipple play as her big titted friend. She cooed from the warm, wet suction from her son's tongue and tight lips.

Her hands moved on their own accord, however, reaching for the top snap on Arnold's jeans. She had to see it! Every month, she measured his balls and submitted the data privately to the experiment's researchers, but she didn't recognize her transgression in the moment. Holly would have also measured her son's penis, but Arnold was so embarrassed when measured, his penis retracted fully into his groin. This was her chance to see it erect. "Sweet Arnold, you're sucking me so good! Mommy loves how you're making her feel."

The boy licked, sucked, and gave gentle bites to see if his Mommy's tit could seep milk into his mouth. It didn't, but he was too delighted to notice the top of his trousers part! But when his mother unzipped them and reached within to tug down his briefs, Arnold pulled his mouth off of her breasts and gasped. "Mommy?"

"Oh, Baby, I-I'm sorry, I can't help myself. Please let Mommy see it, just this once?"

Arnold felt that he owed her, because she had shown her breasts and had let him suck them. She wanted to look at his wee wee, asking as if doing so was important. Arnold didn't want to deprive her, however much it would embarrass him. He helped her shove down his trousers and underwear.

Two intruders crept up to the master bedroom's bathroom door. Carol and Jean debated for only a second or two when they heard Holly shout, "MY GOODNESS, ARNOLD!"

The two moms burst in to help in case there was an emergency. Before either could ask, "Is everything all right?" Their jaws froze open at the sight of Holly and her son crouching in the half shuttered shower stall.

The instant when Holly sighted her son's fully engorged penis, her hand reached out to verify what her eyes couldn't believe. Arnold's prick was nearly the size of her husband's. What had made her gasp though, was her son's balls. They had expanded beyond their special, double size, as if they were made of erectile tissue - which they shouldn't be! His scrotum strained to contain them, and Arnold actually yipped when his testicles pulsed larger!

They were at least fifty percent bigger than when Holly last measured them. "That's impossible." Her hand pulled her son's penis to one side, so she could get an unobstructed view of his engorged testicles.

"No way." Either of the two intruders could have said it. Who didn't matter when Holly finally noticed them. Her head twisted painfully quick to confront them. "CAROL! JEAN!"

"MOMMY!" Arnold squeaked louder. "They hurt!"

"What are you doing?" Carol suddenly shouted.

"Get away from him!" Jean commanded.

Holly's mental fabrication which had justified her actions, unraveled in that instant. Her hands flew away from her son's crotch, and she leaped out of the stall. "Gods, I don't know!" She answered Carol's question. Holly's bare tits wobbled guiltily. Her son's spit made their nipples shine in the harsh lighting.

"MOMMY!" Arnold was crying tears, pushing out his hips as if he wanted his balls to drop off of his body. "They really really hurt!"

"I'll call our research doctor." Jean reached into the pocket of her sweat pants. She had worn them because they weren't a skirt (in reaction to what her son had done the day before) Her phone had a special number to call, in case of an emergency regarding their sons' condition.

"I-I'll race him to an emergency room." Holly's wits returned as adrenaline rushed into her bloodstream. "My baby!"

"NO!" Carol unexpectedly rushed into the stall and fell to her knees before little Arnold. "I have to try this! I just need a minute." She looked up at the hurting boy and grabbed his rigid dick. "Auntie Carol's gonna help you." She told him and dove her open mouth over Arnold's jutting cock.

"AAAA! Mommy, what's she doing?" Arnold surrendered himself to the passionate woman's wicked embrace. Carol began sucking, bobbing her head, and masturbating the boy at a furious rate.

"CAROL! Get the hell away from my son!" Holly intended to scratch her friend's eyes out! But Jean grabbed her arm. "I think I understand. She's not hurting him." As a neutral party, she noticed that Arnold's last outburst lacked any hint of suffering. She struggled to restrain Holly and asked, "How does that feel, Arnold? Tell the truth."

"My boy!" Holly slapped Jean's arm, but her friend was much stronger. Jean actually used her gym membership.

Arnold watched the two woman struggle and would have blamed himself if his mommy got hurt. But he spoke the truth, as his mental state was that of a much younger boy. Children were supposed to speak when spoken to. "It's helping, Mommy. Auntie Carol's naughty mouth is taking away the pain." In fact, the surprise attack on his impressive erection was starting to feel as good as when he masturbated.

Holly struggled less to free herself. Jean, sensing her friend's uncertainty, released her grip on Holly's arm. "Let Carol finish, Holly. I'll tear her off of your boy if she hurts him in the slightest. Look. It's just a blow job!"

Holly wailed, "Arnold!" Tears flowed. The boy's mother was struck by competing emotions. She worried that Carol had lost her mind, and her boy would ultimately suffer. Holly also felt a jealous rage. SHE should be the one sucking her son's torrid prick!

"Oh, Mommy, it's not hurting at all." Carol's frantic sucking was now feeling a LOT better than masturbating. His body was tensing up, readying for orgasmic release. It was going to be a big one, Arnold knew.

"Th-that's good, Honey. I'm sorry I made you hurt. It's my fault!" Holly sobbed. Her brain concluded that she was an awful mother compared to the unflappable, resourceful, and big-titted Carol Hughes.

Jean took her friend into her arms. "This is uncharted territory. It shouldn't be happening, and you MUST NOT blame yourself, Holly." Jean emphasized her message.

"Mommy!" Arnold gasp, his body trembling uncontrollably as the sensation of Carol's sucking mouth and pounding hand drew out the biggest orgasm of his young life. "MAA-AAAHHHH!!" His pelvis lurched, launching his large prick right through Carol's hand. Her fingers peeled away from the shaft which shot fully into her mouth. She gagged on his thick member as its head forced into her throat. Abruptly, globs of semen sprang down her gullet. The hole spraying the boy's hot cum was too far past her taste buds for them to catch any of its flavor. Carol choked and gurgled on the spitting prick. She fought desperately to resist pulling away. She could handle this much from a big cock. She had the experience to believe in herself. Men appreciated a woman who suffered to give good head.

Two things surprised Carol. First, the boy wasn't supposed to be able to cum. The three friends shared everything they learned from taking their boy's monthly measurements. None of the boys had reported cumming when they masturbated. Second, when Arnold's unexpected ejaculation began, Carol feared the boy might drown her! His special balls when operational were suppose to produce prodigious amounts of semen. Yet, when Arnold's snake stopped spitting, she estimated it was less than her husband's average production which in her experience fell on the low end of ejaculate.

Holly burst with fresh tears when her friend finished her son's first blow job. He had cried out as if it was the greatest experience of his life. She wanted tear off her clothes and pull his amazing member deep into her body, to prove that she was the woman who would take away future pain from her son's balls.

She hated herself for needing Jean's hug for consolation. Holly had been ready to go to jail after speeding her son to the hospital. The doctors were certain to find out how she had inflamed her son's special balls. Carol had saved not only her son but her as well. The least Holly could do was mentally stamp out her intense jealously. "Thank you, Carol." The words tasted bitter, but she knew they were just.

Carol finally pulled off of Arnold's mouthful of cock. She inhaled sharply to save her lungs, and she saw the boy's delirious expression. He must have climaxed like never before. Her heart pulsed with love, upon realizing that her surprising solution had actually ended his suffering. "It was a gamble, Holly. I deserve nothing. I could have hurt the boy worse."

But she hadn't.

Jean petted Holly's long, auburn hair while holding her friend warmly. Jean needed a good fucking after what she'd witnessed, and none of her toys at home seemed suitable to satisfy her need. She would no doubt have a sleepless night after achieving a few, weak orgasms.

"Mommy!" Arnold stepped out of his fallen clothes and ran to her. "I'm sorry!" He joined the hug. His mother told him, "I love you so much!"

Carol blushed deep red when she exited the dry shower stall. To avoid her friend's amazed eyes, she went to the sink, gargled, and drank.

"Let Mommy see." Holly looked down. Arnold blushed, but both women had watched Auntie Carol get naughty with her mouth on his penis. He straightened to reveal a half boner and a ball sack which had shrunk to its usual, double size. Holly sighed with relief. "How does it feel?"

Arnold's orgasm lingered through his senses. He answered slowly. "It's okay." The great stretching of his ball sack, which had hurt so much, was gone.

"I suspect congratulations are in order." Jean presented a sly smile to Carol's image in the sink mirror.

"What do you mean?" Holly had missed a critical clue to all that had happened.

"Your son came down my throat, is what she means." Carol smirked, taking perverse delight from receiving of Arnold's first ejaculation. She coughed again to underscore her achievement.

Horror and hope conflicted once more in Holly's heart. "Arnold!" She exclaimed. She wanted to throttle Carol, but Holly threw her arms around her son, smothering him with her still naked breasts. Her eyes threw daggers at the woman who had stolen her child's first cum. Carol chuckled.

"There you are!" Jeffery stood outside the open bathroom door, pointing at Arnold. His arm went limp upon full observation of the scene. Carol and Jean stood calmly but amused. Holly was hugging her son while he gently sucked on her pert breasts. Jeffery backed out of sight of Arnold's balls which were twice Jeffery's size. He felt oddly out of place - unlike his usual habit to confront the younger teens.

Still his brief presence alerted the women to their responsibilities. Holly buttoned herself up and made Arnold dress. Jean and Carol went to fetch their boys. Each needed time to puzzle through their experience before discussing them. Until his mother told him they were leaving, Jeffery sat in the living room alone, in a confused daze.

That evening, after dinner, texts flew.

Congratulations and heartfelt wishes, Holly, on your son's final leg of puberty. -Carol

I will destroy you, Carol. -Holly
However, you saved my boy from suffering, so I'll leave you mostly conscious. -Holly

Hello! Big picture calling out to slut-brains. How the fuck are we going to tell the researchers what happened? -Jean

I worried about that until I realized, we just lie. -Holly

I love a good story. -Carol

I'll tell them that Arnold came to me with inflamed testes. I asked him to try masturbating in private, and not only had did the swelling go away, he ejacuated for the first time. -Holly

I don't like it, Holly. The reason I signed up was to learn the truth -- and for the bonus money from Race's monthly exams. -Jean

She's right, Holly. We can't know what information they'll need to discover the underlying cause of the boys' and our behaviors. -Carol

Factors like - you turning into a horny slut. We found you nursing your teenaged son! -Jean

Yeah. Well. I'm not proud of that. -Holly

Why didn't his balls expand yesterday when he was aroused? -Carol

Just because you have big tits, doesn't mean he was aroused as much as he was today. -Holly

And he was talking childish again after playing with Race and Carol's boys. -Jean

They were playing Hide and Seek. -Carol
As we were leaving, Oscar was acting like a little boy, but he snapped out of it along the drive home. -Carol

Race was the same. After you two left, I had to slap his hand twice for trying to sneak into my sweatpants. I sent him to his room, but when I called him to dinner he was acting normally. -Jean

They weren't the only ones affected. -Holly

You said a mouthful - Hee! -Carol

I'll make you crawl before me, Cocksucker! -Holly

So are we going to test if being around only one of them will mess with our heads? -Jean

I can't imagine it. Individually, we're around one of them all the time. -Carol

But we're their mothers! -Holly

…who dangled their udders at the first excuse. -Jean

…says the single C-cup to double Cs. -Holly

Children… <eye-roll emoji> -Carol

How about Tuesday, my place? You both said you could leave your boys to their own devices. -Jean

Fine. -Carol

Okay. -Holly



...to be continued...



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Chapter 3

Holly Michaels went to her son's room and knocked. Her husband, Gavin was spending the night a hundred miles away. "Can I come in?"

"Are you going to lecture me?"

"I always lecture you, but that's not why I want to talk."

"Okay." He sounded cornered.

Holly entered Arnold's room and was pleasantly surprised. He had cleaned his room. She had been nagging him all week. He must be feeling guilty. "I should have said, I want you to talk." She sat on the carpet, to reduce her visible authority. "Do you trust me?"

He looked up from his game tablet and set it beside him on his bed. "About what?"

Holly sighed. "About what happened today."

Her son clammed up. This was not going to be easy.

"Oh, please, Arnold." She was somewhat disgusted. "By encouraging you to, uh, nurse on me, the law says I should go to jail. Do you want that?"

"No." He pouted like a teenager, pretty much the same as a child's but entirely without charm.

"Please believe, what happened is entirely my fault."

"What about Carol?"

"Let's agree to forget her part."

Arnold exploaded with relief, "You bet!" Not that he would ever forget the most orgasmic moment of his life.

"But I was the one who caused you to suffer, and I'll never forgive myself. Jail would be a mercy compared to how much I'm already kicking myself."

"Please, Mom, don't mention jail again."

Holly looked at the open text book on her son's desk, Geography. "It would help if you could share your experience this afternoon, at least up until Carol, um, saved the day."

Arnold saw his mother was hurting, distraught, slumping in the frame of an open door. He could feel her anguish. No matter what she told him, he knew he was partially to blame.

"I guess I was being silly again, like yesterday, but when you started taking off your clothes, I panicked."

"Your penis got hard." Holly embarrassed herself by reminding him but was slightly proud of her body's effect on her son.

"It got really hard, Mom. I should have fainted from low blood pressure." Arnold was suddenly eager to tell her. "But my balls, they got even huger! And my scrotum was near bursting. It really really hurt!"

Holly remembered, that was what he had shouted at the time. She collected her courage and looked her son in the eyes. "You tell me if that ever happens again. I don't care if you're in school or at a movie. Wherever and whenever, you call me."

"I will, Mom." He tried a laugh. "I know you would do whatever it takes to protect me."

Her son's laugh pierced Holly like a needle. She suddenly saw herself as Carol, on her knees, sucking her son's prick until his balls unleashed their load. She straightened to stand on her feet, to hide that she couldn't face him. "I'm going to call the special doctor's office and report what happened. She'll probably make an appointment for you."

"For the good of The Experiment?" Arnold wasn't keen on his monthly measurements. He considered himself lucky though. Race had to go to the special doctor to get a full check up.

"Don't knock science." Holly retorted, suddenly able to confront her son again. "Researching strange conditions is only a first step." She went into the hall, got her phone from the living room's coffee table, and left a message with the doctor's office, "Arnold's testes expanded painfully when he got an erection, today. After ejaculating, they returned to normal."

Five minutes later, her phone rang. "Ms. Michaels?"

"Yes."

"I'm Doctor Vassarkik."

They had met earlier during the experiment. "Yes, Doctor?" Holly prepared for an inquisition."

"Thank you for your message. May I speak with Arnold?"

"I'll get him." She put the phone on speakers and asked him to join them. Arnold ambled into their living room. They still hadn't returned the kitchen chairs to their table, but all of the food had been eaten or given to Ms. Peralta.

"Hello Doctor." He greeted.

"Your mother submitted that your testicles expanded painfully when you got an erection. How are you feeling now?"

"Ok. Normal." Arnold also feared having to describe what happened.

"Good. How would you describe what happened?"

"Uh." He gave his mom a pained look. She shrugged and cocked her head. What he told the doctor was up to him. "I was, um, looking at porn, soft stuff like sports magazines but without the bikini top. Arnold got good marks for the stories he wrote for English. He improvised over what had actually happened. I got hard, um, an erection and then my bal- um-"

A soft laugh interrupted. "You can say 'balls' or any words you want, Arnold. I want you to be yourself."

"Yeah, uh, my balls started growing inside my sack. When they stretched it too much it really hurt."

"I see. Your mother said that you ejaculated."

"That made my balls shrink again."

The doctor spoke without emotion. "Congratulations on your first ejaculation. I hope you and your mother will consent to providing us with semen samples in the future. Is there anything you want to add?"

Arnold paused to think. "The pain started going away before I came, while I was jerking myself."

"Ah, that's important. Thanks."

"Doctor, what can you tell us?" Holly asked.

"Well … I can tell you that this is first case of expanding testes that our research has learned of. I'll be blunt and say that we'll be skeptical for now, but no one will be rude about it. We are all dedicated to professionalism and privacy."

Arnold heard, "Blah, blah, blah…"

"I will give you my initial impression, however. This is only a gut theory, but it won't hurt to tell you."

"Yes?" Holly leaned forward in her chair.

"I thought of this when your son said that the pain began receding before he ejaculated. During the plateau phase of arousal, the testicles begin filling a small receptacle at the base of the penis. It's called the ejaculatory or seminal bulb. My guess is, as Arnold's testes filled the bulb, the pressure in his scrotum reduced, and his actual ejaculation expended the extra semen causing him pain."

"That's very interesting."

No it isn't. Arnold disagreed silently. The doctor was just repeating, in a fancy way, what he had told her. Cumming had made his balls shrink to normal. He wanted to go back to his room. Remembering what had actually happened was giving him another boner.

"May I schedule an appointment with Arnold to run some tests?"

Holly gave her son the 'I told you so' look.

He shrugged, "Whatever. Can I go?" His mom nodded and turned her attention to the phone while he retreated to his room. She made the appointment.

That night, as Holly was getting ready for bed, Arnold knocked urgently on her door. "Mom, I didn't cum this time!"

She went to the door, in her cotton nightgown. She opened it enough to peep through. "Are you okay?"

"I got hard earlier but my balls didn't grow. When I jerked off, nothing came out."

"Did you orgasm?" Holly knew that men could orgasm without cumming and vice versa.

He blushed and drew out the word, "Y-e-s." It'd felt okay but nothing like having been sucked to orgasm while his mother watched helpless.

"Arnold, today you came for the first time. Don't suddenly expect to cum every time you masturbate. That may take a few weeks." Holly sent him out of her room, and was soon using her vibrator to cum while remembering how he had sucked her sensitive titties.

On Tuesday afternoon, the women met at Jean's apartment. Race quickly bored of their chatter. The women avoided discussing the incident with Arnold but discussed everything else from forum gossip to tampon technology. Race started playing video games in the living room with the volume turned way down.

Elsewhere in the city, Jeffery and Oscar waited at a park halfway between their house and Arnold's. Carol had forbid her oldest son to even hint at what he'd seen, but Jeffery figured he could keep his promise if Arnold confessed! Jeffery took his brother with him on the bus. Minors could ride at half price.

Like their mothers, Oscar, Arnold, and Race had formed a tight bond of friendship. They had separate opinions of Jeffery, none very bad nor very good. They accepted the older teen presence and occasionally exciting advice.

Arnold walked to the park from a bus stop three blocks away. Jeffery had invited him to meet, hinting at mystery and intrigue. "Hey guys!" Arnold waved. "Oscar, how's it hanging?"

"Ten, Arnold, a big ten!" Oscar grinned at their old in-joke and ran to greet his friend.

Jeffery rolled his eyes. "You know that's a surfing refrence."

"So what," Arnold snickered. "Our ten ton hangers could wipe out those wet wimps." He and Oscar waddled up to Jeffery as if swinging wrecking balls from their groins.

"Just chill for a minute, Arnold. Oscar and I were wondering why our moms left us today when they went to Race's house."

Arnold guessed that Jeffery was fishing for news that Jeffery wasn't suppose to mention. Arnold certainly wasn't going to blab about getting his cock sucked. Jeffery hadn't seen it happen but maybe he suspected something of the truth. Clearly, the reason why their mothers had left them behind was to ensure it didn't happen again. "Who cares? We can do whatever we want for the next few hours."

"You mean like play Cowboys and Indians?" Jeffery probed. "Or Hide and Seek?"

Jeffery's rude tone grated Arnold's reserve, but it was Oscar who rebuked Jeffery. "There's nothing wrong with dumb fun!"

"I guess, but you're the only guys I know who regress to childhood the way you do."

Arnold heard himself being called a child. "Fuck you." He almost added, - you baby balled big shot.

Oscar interceded. "I think our moms just want us out of their hair. Yesterday they made us play outside while they talked."

Arnold and Jeffery knew the women had done more than talk, but the older boys withheld that knowledge from the fourteen year-old.

"What if they're feeling guilty?" Jeffery proposed.

"About what, letting us eat too many sweets?" Oscar's attention drifted to a grass field where two homeless dudes played with a Frisbee.

Jeffery wasn't being very subtle, Arnold noticed. The older boy kept baiting him about catching him half-naked and sucking on his mother's boobs, but without mentioning it in front of Oscar. Arnold suddenly wanted to protect his mom. "It's because I ejaculated."

"Whoa, what?" Oscar resembled the painting, The Scream. "When?"

"Yesterday." Arnold dared Jeffery to ask how and with whom.

"Well, that's news..." Jeffery was wary of a potential trap. "...for you held-back devos, but why would that make them leave us alone?"

"I don't know." Other than to mask the truth, Arnold had been dying to tell Oscar and Race his new ability to cum.

"Was it, um, a lot?" Oscar was jealous.

"Tons." The fifteen year-old lied.

"Wow."

"Big deal, and you're probably lying." Jeffery called Arnold's bluff.

"Maybe they're afraid of us." Oscar, feeling left out of somthing important, joined in with the first theory that he could imagine.

Arnold and Jeffery almost dismissed the young teen with a duet of "Don't be stupid." Except the idea made a weird kind of sense in different ways to the older boys.

Oscar, sensing success in their contemplation, explained, "Now that one of us can cum, they'll have to collect samples for the researchers."

"Or, maybe they're worried about us getting them pregnant!" Arnold teased his friend.

"Stupid." Oscar snorted at Arnold. "Mom's don't do that." His mom had slapped his hand yesterday when he tried to stick it down her pants. Twice!

A lightbulb went off in Jeffery's head. Of course! Jeffery guessed why Arnold had been half naked when he found the boy sucking on his mother's breast. He had cum for the first time! Their mothers were celebrating Arnold's new status as a man. "We need to talk with Race!"

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The moms were at the home of the only boy not present at the park.

As a single mother by choice, Jean Peralta couldn't afford a fancy cell phone. So she bought a simple one for emergencies and relied on her home's landline for regular communication. When the home phone rang, Race called, "I'll get it, Mom!"

"Thanks, Honey." Jean lowered her voice to advance the conversation already in progress. "Sooo, he's only cum once?"

"Arnold tried again this morning, but nothing." Holly whispered.

"Have you considered, um, helping him?" Carol wagged her eyebrows.

"You're the worst." Holly replied. "Maybe you get horny over Oscar in the privacy of your home, but I do not."

"Maybe I'll send Oscar for a sleepover with Arnold."

"Stop your silly nonsense, Carol." Jean groaned.

"Okay. I admit it. My boys don't get me hot." Carol handed the virtual microphone to Jean.

"Don't think that I do!" Jean asserted. "You've been around Race for nearly two hours. Are you feeling anything?"

"No." Holly declared. "But Carol, you said something interesting. We've always been together when our boys were together. What would happen if two or all three were to spend time with one or two of us?"

"After the first hour, I bet Carol would be on her back with her legs spread and accepting all comers." Jean jumped at a chance to zing her friend.

"I'll put twenty down, on after thirty minutes." Holly bet with a grin.

"I'm not going to deny the possibility after what I did yesterday." Carol accepted her friends' teases. "I justified giving oral to Arnold because it stopped his pain, but I wanted that big cock in my mouth."

"I have no excuse for opening my chest to Arnold," Holly admitted. "Other than our theory of being influenced by their strange behavior."

Jean asserted, "I'm content to call our theory justified, after watching you two lose your minds - again."

"Don't tell us your hand wasn't reaching for your crotch while watching us." Carol challenged.

So she hadn't been as sly as she thought. Jean hadn't actually masturbated, not even through her sweats, but she'd had to pull her hands away multiple times. "That settles it, Ladies. We can't let our boys gang up on us."

On the carpet, near the kitchen table, aka bitch circle, a phone handset was slowly dragged away from the women, by its cord.

"Thanks, Race. That was perfect!" Jeffery beamed with the power of knowledge! He dedicated himself to use it for only the most selfish of gains. He ended the phone call and looked around his immediate vicinity. Oscar and Arnold had disappeared. "Crap."

The park was small, and it didn't take long for the older boy to find the fifteen and fourteen year-olds. They were playing catch with a pinecone! What the hell?

"Go farther!" Arnold shouted at his young friend. He hurled the cone with a mighty swing! It arced over the unkempt grass and fell short of his target by several yards.

Undaunted, Oscar dashed forward, swept the pinecone into his hand, and circled his arm like a windmill! "Try and catch this one!" He laughed. His hand released the wooden missile, and two seconds later it smacked into Arnold's bare left hand. Before Arnold could hurl it back, Jeffery stomped up to him and said to his face, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Arnold pouted. "Playing catch?"

"I can see that. WHY?"

"You are such a poopy-head!"

Oscar ran up. "Why can't you just let us have fun, big bro?"

"Yeah, go back to your phoney call." Arnold stuck out his tongue.

"Why are you both acting like stupid brats?"

Arnold, in Oscar's presence, had lost many of his inhibitions. "You're the stupid one. I fucked your Mommy's face, and you didn't guess anything about it!"

Jeffery's right hand balled up and crashed into Arnold's cheek. "You fucking what!?"

The walloped boy staggered back, but he'd never been the sort who backed down from a fight, even when he was ten. Arnold threw fists right back at his attacker. "Die, Tiny Nuts!" An instant later, the two teens were wrestling across mottled grass.

"STOP IT!!" Oscar screeched like a child ten years younger.

A couple adults hurried over to judge the commotion.

Jeffery sprang to his feet and batted grass away from from his t-shirt and corduroy trousers. He faced the adults. "What are you looking at?" Everyone of them shrugged and walked away. Jeffery trembled as if Arnold's pluck had terrified him. He couldn't let the other boy see him shaking.

Arnold wiped his bleeding nose, confident he had given as good as he'd got.

Oscar was torn as to which boy he should support! He stared helplessly.

"We're going home, Oscar." Jeffery stormed away. Having failed to best a boy two years younger, his anger shifted to his mother. He checked his cell phone. "The next bus back arrives in eight minutes."

Arnold's bus reached his home before his mother returned from her meeting. He washed up and grinned into the mirror. He wasn't at all sorry for blabbing his secret to Auntie Carol's boys. Sitting on the closed toilet seat, he jerked off while imagining sucking his mother's tits which she had once, batantly revealed to him.

"I came again, Mom!" He hugged her when she entered from the garage. He had been unimpressed by the amount.

"You'll probably be hit and miss for several days." Holly warned. "Don't worry. When your spigot is fully working, you'll ejaculate regularly, unless you wear out your big balls."

"Oh, and my balls got a little bigger this time, but they didn't hurt. They did shrink back to normal after I came." Arnold was getting used to using coarser sex words around his mother.

"Now that, you should tell the doctor." Holly poked her son's shoulder. When he winced, she worried. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay. I just got into a little scrap."

His mother blurted, "With WHOM?"

Arnold tested his emo pout. "Jeffery."

"How could that be?" Holly demanded the truth. "What did you do while I was gone?"

Later that night, texts flew.

"They what?" -Carol

"Who won? <popcorn emoji>" -Jean

"Their fight isn't nearly as important as the other news." -Holly

"The hell it isn't! I'll chain Jeffery to a push lawnmower, to teach him not to beat on younger boys." -Carol

"Arnold and Oscar were playing catch with a pinecone, and they were acting silly kid-like again."

"That means…" Jean didn't know what it meant.

"It happened with only two of them together. And … when Arnold masturbated this afternoon, his balls got big again but not as big as before. The effects might be related." -Holly

"We're starting to crack the code. Something about our special boys is not only affecting their minds and bodies but our minds."-Carol

"I certainly hope it's not affecting our bodies. I'd hate to deal with a huge pair of nuts between my legs." -Jean

On an analog channel, elsewhere in Carol's home, Jeffery was telling Race Peralta, "Oscar wants you to crash with us, tomorrow after school, but just you. He's pissed at Arnold for talking shit about our mom. Come over, eat dinner, hang out, and sleep on our cot."



...to be continued...



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Chapter 4

An hour after school, in the middle of the week, Carol Hughes answered the front door and was greeted. "Hi, Ms. Hughes. I'm here to see Oscar." The teen stood with a mellow expression and was wearing a stuffed backpack.

"Race?" What was he doing at her house? The Peraltas lived several miles away. "How did you get here? Does your mother know?"

"Didn't she tell you?" Race suddenly suspected a setup. "Jeffery said you were cool if I slept over. I took the bus from school."

"He did?" Something smelled foul in the Hughes's home. Carol made a decision she would later regret. "Well come in." She didn't want to make the boy ride for another hour right after arriving. "Oscar's in his room. You know where it is. Um, I'll be in Jeffery's if you need anything."

"Thanks, Ms. Hughes." Race ambled past her. He felt like he was entering unfamiliar territory. Sure, he knew the Hughes' home's layout, but he'd never slept over before, and Ms. Hughes had been surprised to see him. He wanted confront Jeffery, but she had staked that claim already. So he went directly to Oscar's room.

Carol swept into her older son's room. "Masturbate all you want, Jeffery. I'm coming in."

"Mom?" He had been reading about mods for Valheim. He jerked up at her entrance, annoyed by her jerking off comment.

Carol closed his door behind her. "Did you tell Race to come over and spend the night?"

"Yeah. Is there a problem? You let my friends crash when we party here."

"That's because your friends sneak booze in. You know that I know, that you know I know." Carol acknowledged the layers of deceit. "I can't have them crashing their cars and bicycles after partying in our home."

"Then what's the deal? Oscar's pissed off at Arnold for getting into a fight with me, and I thought, maybe Race will smooth things over."

"Are you sure you didn't throw the first punch?" Holly's side of the story said he had. Oscar refused to talk about it.

"I told you, I made a stupid remark about him finally getting a nut, and he went bonkers."

Carol suspected her son was lying, but it was her job to take his side until proven otherwise. She looked forward to getting a chance to ground him. Not that she often lacked reason to. She smelled a Machiavellian play. However, Carol had a different kettle of fish waiting, which if she didn't fillet soon, would fry her. "You stay put in here. I'm grounding you for the evening - for no other reason that I can't deal with you right now. We'll talk again after dinner."

"Fine. Whatever." Jeffery pretended to go back to reading. Shit. He'd wanted to shadow her, to observe what happened when two of the Nut Mates got together. His mind churned out scenarios of seeing her big tits or maybe even touching or sucking them. Had she really sucked Arnold's dick? It sounded like a kid's lie meant to provoke, but his mom's sex positivity spurred his imagination to its teenage limit.

Next stop was Oscar's room. Carol took a deep breath and wondered if she should wear her husband's SCUBA gear before going in. Ricardo would arrive in the next hour or so. She could certainly control herself until then. She ended her internal wrestling with a confident snort. Carol knocked and called, "I need to ask something. Can I come in?"

"Sure, Mom."

She found the boys poking through a pile of family board games in Oscar's closet. Her sons had largely forgotten them with all the computer games they could download and play for freemium. (Which is why she denied them access to the family's credit cards, and their online accounts were separate from hers and their father's.)

The boys turned their heads to her. "Can I stay, Ms. Hughes?" Race asked.

"Please, Mom?" Oscar didn't want to deal with his brother after Jeffery had punched Arnold. Race's appearance had been a nice surprise.

"You can have supper with us, Race, but I'll drive you home afterwards. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Jeffery's a liar."

"Hush, Oscar. Don't dis your brother."

"Would you like to play, um…" Race grabbed the top game box from Oscar's closet. "Monopoly?"

It was another turning point where Carol took the wrong turn. "I need to start dinner."

"Monopoly sucks with only two players." Her son frowned.

"We'll let you start with extra money."

The house mom took it as an insult to her board game savvy. "I don't need a handicap to take you boys to the cleaners."

Seconds later the three gamers were sitting on the carpet, in a circle. Oscar was unpacking the game. She told them, "We're only playing the original rules, dudes. No Free Parking money stashes." Carol had once heard that mod rules only made the classic game take longer to play. But even a short game would switch the meatloaf she had planned for dinner, for plain baloney sandwiches. If her husband complained, Ricardo could make his own supper.

"Sure, Mom."

Carol checked her mood but couldn't sense any sexual arousal in her future. Monopoly was an anti-fetish for her - board games were battles! She checked the boy's maturity behaviors and consoled herself. It's not like they were playing Candyland. She would have run from that mindless horror, to prevent the boys from taking advantage of her while she trembled helpless before it's childish colors.

Half an hour later, Carol was down to her last two hundred and twenty three dollars. She blamed the boys for conspiring against her by trading only with each other to obtain sets of properties. She'd called foul, each time, but they just giggled. Instead of admitting certain defeat, she doggedly hoped that the dice would save her, like a problem gambler. She threw the dotted cubes and moved her metal race car.

"Vermont Ave!" Race exclaimed. It had four houses on it. "You have to pay four hundred dollars." To him!

"Would you accept my get out of jail free card instead of rent?" Carol offered.

"That's a dumb deal, Mommy. I wouldn't take it."

"I'm the landlord, Oscar. I get to decide what Auntie can do to pay the rent."

Race's declaration sent a mild hot-flash through Carol's flesh. "Oh?" Carol inquired with sultry words. "What do I have that you want, Mr. Landlord?"

Race suddenly blushed hard. "Oscar said you showed your, um, boobs to Arnold, last week."

"It was one boob, Race. I was being silly, and it happened so quick I doubt he knew what it was." Carol lied. Something nagged at her. Jeffery had stopped her from getting nursed on, that day. She felt his presence was needed, right now. Was it to save her again? That couldn't be right. She had grounded him. Let him stew by himself. She was having fun!

"I dunno, Auntie Carol. Four hundred is a lot." Race intoned.

"How about I show both boobs for eight seconds but only to you. Oscar has to leave the room." That was fifty dollars a second, way more than top shelf whores earned. She blushed at her son, but giggled to herself.

"Aw, Mom." Oscar complained but stood up. He exited and shut the door. Of course, his mother knew he'd glue one ear to it.

"Can I touch them?" Race asked when they were alone. He loved to press his luck.

"That's not the deal."

"I haven't accepted." He stuck out his tongue.

"Fine, one hand, and only for eight seconds. Do you accept?"

"Sure!" They shook hands. Race's was a little clammy.

Carol didn't waste anytime. She had plenty of practice disrobing when the kids were elsewhere and she was alone with Ricardo. Race gaped for a second when Auntie Carol pulled open her unbuttoned top and revealed her large breasts. That was one second that he hadn't felt them.

Carol expected the worse, but for all Race's excitability and daring, he simply stroked one side, hefted that boob briefly then traced a finger around her nipple. She flinched but was impressed by the boy's careful consideration. It was almost respectable. Her nipple hardened under his gentle touch, and Carol sucked in a breath. "Whew." She eventual puffed. Neither had counted the seconds, but Race got the hint.

"You're beautiful." He breathed heavily. His hand trembled after letting go, and his dick swelled slowly in his pants. Carol felt her heart soften to the boy. He had called HER beautiful, not her tits. Maybe the boy respected that she was more than two oversized mounds of fat and milk ducts. She had pumped her breasts just as her sons' schools were letting out. Her nipples wouldn't weep again for several hours. Race's hand was as dry as his mouth. "Golly."

She grapsed her blouse's front panels over her bare chest and began buttoning. "You can come in, Oscar." She called him softly. Her son re-entered in a heartbeat. He only managed to catch a glimpse of his mother's cleavage. He had seen that much many times already.

Oscar got his chance to make a deal a few rounds later. His mom's race car landed on St. James Place. It had three houses. "That's $550, Mommy." He bit his lip, and waited anxiously. His mom had bought Electric Co. last turn, and her cash was down to less than a hundred dollars.

"Drat!" Carol knew she should just go bankrupt and start dinner, but she kept telling herself, the dice would make things better next turn. This was not her usual behavior. She knew that gambling was fool's game. Then again, this was a pretend game with pretend money. Unfortunately, her altered mind couldn't allow herself to have pretend pride. "I'll give you State's Avenue. With it, you'll have more control of this side of the board."

"Mommy, you had to mortgage States a while ago." Oscar frowned, but his heart skipped a beat. Race's heart sped up. Would his friend's mother make another special deal?

"Then what do you want?" Carol waved her hands at her five properties and tiny cash pile.

"I want you to suck me, Mommy." The youngest blurted.

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm the landlord. You either pay your rent, or I'll kick you out on the street!" Oscar had seen more than one porno with the premise. He pretended to be as menacing and unyielding as he remembered from those videos.

Unexpected fear welled up Carol's spine and entangled her heart. Her own child was going to throw her out on the street! "You wouldn't."

"You have to pay. Take my deal or pack up and leave, Mommy."

Carol's internal fortitude crumbled. She had lost all connection to her knowledge of how the boys could affect women. Her thoughts were filled with fear of being homeless. "I-I'll kiss it. That's all."

Race blood raced. Would Auntie Carol actually kiss her son's dick? He started feeling cheated by only touching her boob. "I'll pay the rent!" Race exclaimed. "I-I-if you kiss my wiener."

"Race!" Oscar unleashed his abrupt sense of betrayal.

"Now that - is the offer of a gentleman." Carol stuck her tongue out at her son. Oscar got even angrier. When his mom noticed Oscar was about to lose it, and it hadn't been so long since her youngest would flip over whole game boards, she sighed. "That's really sweet of you, Race, but I'm not worthy of your generosity. Oscar, you have to accept my deal."

Oscar couldn't believe his luck. "Okay!" His mommy was going to kiss his dick! He would have bargained harder, maybe get his whole, stiffening penis in her mouth. But Race had spoiled that chance. "Race can't watch." He declared. His mother blushed. "Of course."

Race took it better than expected. "I'll get a drink." He figured it wouldn't take long for Oscar's mommy to give him a special kiss. She hadn't want to. What mommy would? He shut them behind him and passed through the dinning room, Race remembered how his mommy hadn't really stopped him from fingering her pubes not two weeks ago under that very table. His dick grew a little harder, but it didn't show much behind his jeans.

"Well." Carol dared her son. "I'm not going to open your pants."

Young Oscar's red face darkened. He was determined though. Too excited, he had trouble unbuttoning the waistband of his shorts, but he unzipped them easily enough. The boy stood up on his knees and step around until there was room for his mother to kneel in front of him. "You have to kiss it six times." He told her as he pulled down his pants and boxers. The boy's penis wobbled out not fully hard but growing fast. His balls were almost as large the other special boys, but he was a year younger.

"That wasn't my deal."

"You didn't say how many times."

"Why six?" Curiosity ate Carol's dignity.

"Because you can't kiss it five and a half times." One hundred dollars per kiss, he implied.

Carol felt fresh shame but also unreasonable pride that her son would prize her kisses as more valuable than the most expensive whore's. She suddenly wanted to do more than kiss the pretty thing raising it's one eyed head and decided to make each kiss special. Carol crawled around the game board and lowered her head to see her son's erecting peter up close.

It would have been small for a man, but she was impressed by its size for Oscar's age. She knew, fully inflated, the length her son's penis was about four and a half inches. Today it looked much thicker and slightly longer than she remembered. Carol wasn't shy about taking all the measurements of her son's genitals, each month, going as far as having him stroke his dick until it was full of blood. It took no more than ten strokes, and Carol blushed each time, because her son would gaze at her while pumping his penis.

"Mommy's going to kiss you." She gave him a chance to back down. His eyes were both nervous and excited.

"Do it, Mommy." He rasped.

Peck! Oscar's penis twitched and got a little harder and a little bigger. Carol pulled back.

"That wasn't anything, Mommy." Oscar had liked the feeling, but he felt cheated.

The mother was adept at deciphering her son. She dipped her head forward and wrapped her lips around the front half of Oscar's dickhead. Carol withdrew, causing a "pip" as her luscious lips left the tip.

"Wow." Oscar exhaled hotly. That was more like it. His dick was straining now, unable to grow further. An unexpected sensation accompanied his penis' reaction to his mother's tiny, tip suck. His large balls felt a little heavier than usual.

"That's two." Carol leaned forward again. KISS! She pressed her lips forcefully against the soft head and waited a couple seconds before retreating.

"Mommy." Her son breathed. The warm pressure of his mommy's full lips' third kiss, distracted him from the odd sensation in his ball sack.

Her next kiss lasted as long but she tickled his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. "Four." She counted and planned what she would do for the next one.

"Mommy?" Oscar spoke with slight concern when his mother kissed his boner again. Her lips took the head completely into her mouth and her tongue licked all around it. It felt great! Except his balls had begun to ache. "Something's happening."

"Are you going to cum for Mommy?" Carol's attention had been so focused on her son's peter, she hadn't noticed his problem. If Oscar came, he would beat Arnold's first ejaculation by nearly a year.

"I don't know, but they hurt, Mommy."

Carol's eyes sprang wide. The word 'hurt' sent them darting at her son's scrotum. His balls were expanding, just as Arnold's had. They weren't yet straining the sack but their discomfort was already troubling her son. "OH, GODS! Oscar, Mommy's so SORRY!"

"What do you mean?" His mommy had only been giving him pleasure. How could his inflating nut sack be connected? Oscar's lower lip trembled.

"Oscar, that doesn't matter. Mommy will take care of the hurt, right now. You have to trust me and let me do what I need to."

The fright in his mommy's voice scared young Oscar. He'd do whatever she told him. "Yes, Mommy, make it stop hurting!"

Carol opened mouth and fully engulfed her son's turgid prick. She used one hand to cup her son's balls and fingered his taint, hoping to increase the pleasure. She sucked and licked Oscar's twitching penis, and she began bobbing her head up and down.

"Mommy, you're sucking me!" For the first couple seconds, surprise distracted Oscar from his pain. Without thinking, his right hand patted the back of his mother's rocking head. Her lips and tongue sent bolts of pleasure into his groin as they slipped up and down his sturdy shaft. "It helping, I think." The pain in his scrotum was quickly matched by the joyous pulses created by his mother's sucking mouth.

Carol hoped her effort would prevent his balls from getting any bigger. My son. My son! Her heart quailed, and she dared to press her hand further between Oscar's hips. She then fingered her son's young anus.

"That's nice too!" His mommy's next surprise caused his loins to spasm. His hidden pucker really liked being tickled!

In fact, Carol had not stopped her son's balls from growing, but the pleasure her mouth and finger elicited from opposite directions, masked the ache in Oscar's stretching nut sack.

The bedroom door opened and Race halted at the sight before him. His hand lost its grip on the glass of soda with ice. It fell on the carpet and splashed its contents everywhere. His young jaw fell open nearly as far.

"RACE!" Oscar gasped!

Carol froze but for less than a second. Fuck, Race, she thought. Her son needed her! Race's hostess sucked and fingered her son as fast as she could. Oscar needed to bust his first nut. She was unreasonably sure that he would actually cum.

Between pain and pleasure, Oscar felt incredible shame! He gaped at his surprised friend. Race's eyes had locked onto his mother's bobbing head and didn't blink. He wanted to say something, for his mommy's sake, but there was nothing to say that Oscar could live down no matter how long he lived. The words, "My nuts!" squeaked from the younger boy's mouth. "Something's wrong with them!" He whined.

Race had no words to address his friend's outburst. He couldn't seen anything wrong, except Auntie Carol was cocksucking her youngest child. His half hard peter grew a bulge in his jeans.

"Oh, Mommy! I-I'm feeling something - new - between my nuts and dick. I'm afraid."

Carol suddenly wished her friends were here to encourage her son to cum. She didn't dare stop to assure him that the new sensation was a very good thing. Carol suck-stroked as hard as she dared along the nearly five inches and surprisingly thick cock. Her head bobbed madly, and she took a final risk and plunged her finger up his dry asshole!"

"OH MOMMY!!! I'm cumming!" Oscar used the word to mean his orgasm, not the event which had never before coincided with it. When the finger in his anus pressed upon his prostate, Oscar's hips humped forward, thrusting every millimeter of his saliva coated rod into his mother's face. The muscles around his seminal bulb, spasmed, shooting its pressurized contents out of the meat hose meant for filling a pussy. Cum squirted into his mother's mouth, and being an inch shorter than Arnold's dick, dumped sperm on the thickest part of his mother's tongue.

Hot cum soaked Carol's largest taste buds. She was immediately keen to know what Oscar's semen tasted like. It was yummy! The tangy and salt highlights made her savor every squirt. "Mmmmm." She could hardly wait to tell her son how delicious it was! But first she had to drain him dry, and hopefully reverse the painful swelling in his already abnormally large balls.

Oscar felt something pulse through the prick clogging his mother's mouth. He didn't at first, realize what it was. He was pretty sure it wasn't pee, because that didn't pulse, pee flowed. Through the haze of his incredible orgasm, he figured it out. "Race, I'm cumming - REAL CUM!" It had to be that!

Race Peralta managed to pulled his eyes away from the cocksucking housemom. He greeted Oscar's announcement with renewed shock. It wasn't fair that the boy, half a year younger, could cum when he still couldn't! Yet he was happy for his friend. Not that he could acknowledge it, in front of the boy's mother who was obviously gulping down every drop. He did shift his now fully erect penis to better hide it behind his jeans. He almost retreated to the bathroom to jerk off, but he couldn't stop staring at Auntie Carol as she continued to suck her son's spitting prick. She must know that he was watching, but she never slowed. In fact upon his arrival she had speed up! It gave him hope that she might be as kind to him someday.

Carol mentally noted each spurt of her son's ejaculation. At the end of his cum, she guessed that the total volume wasn't much, compared to an adult. Her son's semen volume was probably a bit less than Arnold's.  However, this was the first of the boys' cum that she had actually tasted. Arnold's longer erection had dumped its load directly down her throat! Oscar's flavor was very nice, but a little thin, as if her son had produced mostly pre-cum, not the true, sperm filled stuff. When she thought Oscar had finished ejaculating, she wrenched her head off of his blood filled penis. Her eyes darted to her son's scrotum. It was swollen but didn't look terribly stretched. "Are you feeling better?" She looked up at her son.

"Mommy! You made it stop hurting!" Oscar fell upon his mother and grabbed her into a tight hug. His drained penis struck her chin as he descended.

I'll bet she did. Race thought in the doorway. Suddenly, he realized that they weren't alone in the house. Where was Jeffery? He jerked his head and eyes every which way, but the hall was empty. The boy stepped over his spilled glass and shut the door. "Should I leave?" He prayed that Auntie Carol wouldn't rake him over hot coals for his accidental intrusion.

"Race!" Carol exclaimed. Incredible things had happened since agreeing to her son's rent demands! Now she had to deal with the fallout of being discovered by Jean's son. She shifted away from the puddle of soda which had soaked most of her deeds and play money. That was the least of her worries. She answered the stunned boy. "Not just yet, Race. Please give me a chance to explain."

"What's there to explain, Ms. Hughes? You were sucking Oscar's dick." Race managed to say it with only a hint of accusation.

"I told you she was helping me!" Oscar defended his mommy.

"Maybe so." He didn't want to piss off his friend any further.

"He's right, Oscar. I was sucking your dick. Why doesn't matter." Carol turned to her guest. "What are you going to do about it? Are you going to blackmail me into sucking yours? Is that the kind of teenager you want to be?" She growled. "I mean, I'll do it, but you'll never get another Yule present from me."

Race got her meaning. He would be dead to her. Was a blowjob worth that? His hard dick said, YES!

"You're certainly hard enough." Carol pointed at the not very well hidden bulge in Race's trousers.

"Please, Ms. Hughes. I don't want to cause trouble. I don't know what to do or say, just please don't hate me. Oscar and Arnold are the best friends I've got." He continued to talk like a much younger boy.

There was that. Carol backed off. The kid was trying to deal with a crazy situation. A little more empathy on her part might go a long way to getting on Race's good side again. "Sorry. You haven't experienced the pain Oscar was feeling. Explaining how I helped him would be wasted breath. Thank you for not crumbling into an idiot. You may leave or stay. My offer of dinner and a ride home still stands. She surveyed the mess. "I do think we're done playing."

Race's erection refused to go down as Ms. Hughes defused the situation. She was still a MILF with saliva on her chin, sitting on her knees. Her son's dick was drooping in plain sight, but he couldn't detect anything wrong with his balls. He dared to tell her, "I-I want to masturbate, Ms. Hughes, uh- um, while you watch. Please, I won't do anything else, but I've never felt this hard."

Carol would have brushed off such an obvious cliche with a cutting remark, but she couldn't brush off the fact that Race was one of the special boys, and his balls might be just as susceptible to painful engorgement. "Oscar, pull up your pants and go fetch a roll of paper towels. Bring back some dish soap and two cloth towels from the linen closet."

Oscar and his mommy didn't owe their teen guest anything. Oscar didn't want his mommy to watch Race jerk off, but his friend had apologized. "Don't suck him, Mommy."

"I can't promise that, Oscar. It's best you get what I told you, and be sure to knock! Let me decide if you can come in."

"But it's my room!" He pouted.

Carol ignored Oscar's empty if passionate argument. She tried to console her son. "Mommy won't let Race make me do anything bad."

A deep mope framed Oscar's pout. "Okay." He stepped over the spill, opened the door, flashed Race a threatening look, and stomped out, shutting the door behind him.

Race couldn't believe what was about to happen! He often pushed the limits of a situation, usually failing, but happier for having tried. This time he was going to jerk off in front of one of the sexiest women he knew.

"Step out of that mess, Race." Do you want to do it while sitting on Oscar's bed. I'll stay on my knees. You want me to be sexy right?" There weren't many things more sexy than a MILF in a submissive posture, and Carol was woman confident in her allure.

Auntie Carol was always making jokes. Race couldn't tell if she was serious or trying to make him feel foolish. He blushed and went to the bed. Silence was probably the best reply.

"I'll undo your jeans and underwear. You'd like that, right?" Carol was enjoying teasing the boy. However, she wouldn't let him leave her son's room until he had shouted lots of vowels and made scrunchy faces.

"hh-Yeah." Race sat and leaned back on his hands. His dick begged for release. Auntie Carol walked on her knees, up to his splayed legs. She held one of her hands behind her. There was a soft "plop" before she used both hand to unfasten his trousers. It didn't take her six seconds to open his fly and pull down both jeans and boxers. His dick flopped out like an inflatable superhero display dummy.

"My my." Carol cooed. "That must have felt pretty tight in there."

"Yeah, it kinda hurt." Race couldn't believe he could talk to a sexy adult woman, right after his five inches had sprang in front of her! Her initial, impressed reaction, made him feel sexy, but his choice of words deflated Auntie Carol's encouraging expression.

"Where does it hurt?"

Auntie's sudden mood change troubled him. He deliberately considered her question. Released from its tight confines, his dick felt cooler and less cramped, but there was something else. An odd sensation lurked inside his testicles. Now that he was paying attention, the mysterious feeling worried him. "I feel a little pain in my balls, Auntie."

It was happening. Carol didn't waste time congratulating herself for preparing against the worst. She grabbed the phone she'd dropped behind her and speed-dialed Jean.

"What are you doing? Taking pictures?" Race feared she was trying to blackmail him!

"Hush, Race. Let Auntie know if it gets any worse."

"Carol?" Jean was surprised to get Carol's call.

"Your son got here fine, Jean, but some things have happened. They're not important right now. I called to say that Race may be experiencing what what Arnold went through." Carol spoke rapidly.

"Are you kidding me?" Jean had fallen for Carol's pranks too many times. "This better not be a ploy to get Race's cock in your mouth."

Carol switched too speakerphone. "Tell your mommy what you're feeling, Race."

"Mommy?" The boy tensed up. Was this a video call? Could his mother see his erection? All sorts of fears gripped his brain. They eased a bit when he remembered that his mother's phone was too simple for video calls.

"Tell me, Race. Don't let that harlot seduce or frighten you. She's not worth it. Are you in pain?"

Carol muttered, "Thanks, 'Friend.'"

Race answered, "Just a little, Mommy. Why are you and Auntie so worried. I-I got kinda hard in my pants. It's a lot better now that, um, I let it out, but my balls aren't feeling great.

Mommy? Auntie? Her son had let his hard dick out of his pants? Jean knew if she broke every speed limit, she couldn't save her son from Carol's voracious, sexual appetite. The situation was clear but perhaps not yet dire. Together, her son and Oscar had started regressing and was stimulating Carol's ever ready libido. "Honey, don't be macho. I need to know how badly you're hurting."

"It kinda aches." He admitted, and the ache was getting stronger.

"His balls are growing, Jean." The normal wrinkles in Race's scrotum began stretching.

"You better not be shitting me, Carol." Growing fear constricted Jean's patience.

When Auntie mention his balls, Race stared downward. They were getting bigger, and the ache worsened. "Mommy, I'm scared."

"I'm here, Race. I won't hang up. You have to trust Ms.- uh, Auntie Carol. She can help you." Fucking slut! Jealousy nearly upended Jean's fright. She hated herself as much as Carol, because she wasn't with her son in what must be an awful moment for him." Jean wept but refused to let her voice falter. "She's going to help you ejaculate, Race. You have to let her do whatever she thinks is best for you." Her sentence ended with a sob before she could cover her mouth.

"Jean," Carol could feel her friend's self and other loathing. "I want him to try masturbating. After all, a cum is a cum."

"I'm surprised your mouth isn't already glued to his crotch." Jean couldn't prevent the venom in her voice.

"I forgive you." Carol spoke then to Race. "Go ahead. I promised I would watch. I'm going to do better than that. Hold your dick and do that thing you do so well.

"Mommy?"

"Please, Race. Do it for me- Mommy. Jerk on your nice big prick for Mommy." Jean struggled to keep her tone seductive.

"Okay." Race grasped his dick, and in spite of the pain growing in his balls, he began jerking on it.

Upon his first strokes, he saw Auntie's hands working at her blouse buttons. They fumbled awkwardly from haste.

"I can hear your hand slapping, Race. You're being Mommy's good boy." Jean prayed that her inane regressive speech would help her son's arousal.

When Auntie's tits hung in the open again, Race couldn't help but gasp. "Auntie!"

What the hell was Carol doing? Whatever it was, Jean had to go along with it. "That's right, Race. Auntie's there to help you. Mommy wishes sooo much that she could be there, but I promise I'll make it up to you when you get home. Until then, let Auntie do what she has to." Jean's last words tasted sour in her mouth.

Race increased his pumping hand's pace upon seeing Carol's titties. They were so big and beautiful. Their wide, soft nipples were like works of art on canvases made from tanned skin. But Auntie had only begun her show. She next teased her nipples with a hand for each of them. Little drops of white liquid seeped out. It was her milk!

He remembered his mommy talking to the other mommies about how Auntie pumped her milk for babies who needed it. It looked really tasty. The ache in his balls increased slower, and his cock was starting to feel good.

"Would you like to taste it?" Carol growled sensuously.

Ignore her. Ignore her. Jean started an internal mantra. Ignore her. The less she knew about what was happening, the less she would hate her friend later.

Gulp! Race nodded, afraid to say aloud how much he wanted lick or maybe suck Auntie's milk!

Carol got up from her knees and stood on her feet. She swayed her hips as she approached the rapidly masturbating boy. Her dangling udders swung like hypnotist amulets. Milk dots ran down her titties. "Get ready, Honey. You can have as much as you want." She leaned towards Race's astonished face and her boobs craned forward.

"Auntie." Race gasped softly when suddenly he had to choose from mirrored options hanging before his mouth. She held back her long, dark brown hair while she offered her milk teasing nipples to a friend's son.

To fight her anxiety, Jean bit into the meat of her left thumb. "Nghh. Are you working hard, Race?"

The boy couldn't have blushed harder when his mother encouraged him. To avoid answering, Race shot his head forward and sucked in Auntie's right, white stained nipple. His hand missed a beat but recovered quickly, and the warm taste of fresh, human milk caused his penis to twitch with greater pleasure. The ache in his balls remained but had stopped increasing.

"You need to work Auntie's nipple with your lips, Honey."

Jean suffered silent agony. The horny cow was feeding tit milk to her son! In any other circumstance, Race's mother would have stuck a hand in her pants and fingered her clit. Jean had to admit, the bitch knew how to stoke a fire.

"MmMM." Simply sucking on Auntie's tit didn't produce anything. Race tried her suggestion and began massaging her nipple with his lips while his hand beat hammer strokes along his throbbing cock. At first, he got a few drops which he could hardly taste, but he persevered, milking it in different directions and intensities.

Jean's haze of jealousy faded as she heard her son murmur and hum with delight. The earlier sounds of pain in his voice had abated. She sighed and cried. Her spirits lifted. She even had a silly idea, to tease Carol back. "You're my son, Race. You're making Mommy proud. It may seem like Auntie is in charge of you, but that's not true. Mommy's going to tell you the truth now. Auntie Carol is a submissive slut whore. She lives to be told what to do by strong young boys. Be strong, Race. Take charge, and she'll submit to you. Make her YOUR whore." Jean managed to not giggle.

Abruptly hot milk sprayed into Race's mouth. He swallowed the rich, surprisingly strong flavor and repeated what he'd done with his lips. Another hot spurt rewarded him. He listened to his mother's 'truth' as he milked Auntie with his lips and tongue. She groaned with approval. He loved the hot spurts he got for a little, precise effort. The flavor was a little challenging. It reminded him of liver. However, figuring out how to get what he wanted from Auntie's teat, fit perfectly with his mother's narrative of making the rest of Auntie's body submit to him.

Carol Hughes had groaned when she felt the boy's lips draw the first solid stream of milk from her nipple's pores. "Oh yes, Race, you're doing it!" Carol exclaimed. Jean was saying something about her being a whore, but the aroused woman dismissed it as a silly rant. She felt sorry for Jean. Carol would feel awful too if she was on the phone and a woman at the other end was helping Oscar to masturbate away his painfully engorged testicles.

Race's level of excitement couldn't get any higher unless he orgasmed. He was jacking fervently on his cock and sucking milk out of a sexy MILF's big tits. He believed, soon, she WOULD turn into his whore. "OHHHHHHH!!!" Milk spurted from his lips. Race's hips wrenched upwards on his friend's bed. The image of making Auntie Carol crawl up to him and beg to suck his cock was more than his heated thoughts could handle. His ejaculatory muscles clamped down, and a stream of hot cum shot a foot into the air, striking Auntie's naked belly!

Race roared with joy! His clambering balls quieted, and the sight of his first cum shot, splattered over the woman's tanned torso, made his groin convulse again. A second jet struck her cum stained skin.

"Your doing it, Race. You're cumming!" Carol cheered!

"I love you, Son!" Jean cried. Her imagination of the scene was fairly accurate. "Cum all over that big-titted bitch! Mark your slut with cum, Race!"

The daring boy acted on one final impulse as his cock bubbled and spurted additional hot globs. His hands shot up and grabbed the hair on both sides of Auntie's head. He jerked her downward and commanded. "Suck it, Bitch!"

Carol's sympathy for Race's plight would have ended at that precise moment with a mighty slap across her assailant's face. But she wasn't in her right mind, having sucked down her son's cum and used her body to bring Race to his first, cum blowing orgasms. Carol was so horny, she fell upon his gooey dick with relish, sucking its length into her face and lapping it with her tongue. His prick was a little longer than Race's. It was to be expected, given his age. But it seemed to fit perfectly into her mouth. His cum tasted richer than Oscar's too. But again, there wasn't all that much of it. However, he did surprise her with a last jet of warm goo that coated the back of her throat.

He'd done it! Race felt his groin lurch one final time when Auntie's mouth sucked in his pulsing cock. She gulped the head of his fully jammed prick, and that felt amazing too! He had made Auntie his whore! "I did it, Mommy!" He squealed.

"What about your balls, Honey?" Jean zeroed back on the important thing.

"They don't hurt, and they're shrinking."

"You go wash up, Race. Mommy's coming."

Really? Carol misunderstood. Had Jean been masturbating on the phone while she, Carol, had driven the woman's son to an incredible orgasm? Carol mulled the indecent thought as she cleaned Race's 'milk' off of his expended weapon. She couldn't resist sticking a hand into her skirt and rubbing her erect clit through her panties. "Uuuhhhhh. Mmmmnnnggg." She moaned on the hard cock stuffing her jaws.

Seconds later, frantic words blared from Carol's phone. "I'm rushing out the door, Sweetheart. Mommy's coming."

Before another minute passed, "I'm getting into the car. I'll be there as soon as I can!" The cell connection blooped closed.

The last thing Race wanted to do was wash up. He noticed Auntie's hand, quivering inside her skirt. "You're mine, Slut." His erection didn't feel like it would shrink down anytime soon. "I want you to get on the bed and let me fuck you."

Carol had to resist bursting out laughing. Race wasn't joking. He'd really believed all that shit his mother had told him. How could she let the boy down gently? She forced herself to pull her hand out of her skirt.

Pulling up her skirt, pulling her panties down, and spreading her legs for Race, on her youngest son's bed, was not an option. Or was it? She felt a great yearning to be pierced with cock and drilled madly. She stood on the precipice of capituating to her passion, and there was nobody who could save her!

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! "Mommy?" Oscar had waited as long as he could with the cleaning supplies in his hands. When he heard Race roar with joy, he stamped his foot and waited the eternity of two minutes. He didn't want to embarrass his mommy - or himself. "What's happening?"

Carol slapped Race's hands out of her hair, pulled her head off his dick, and cried, "OSCAR! It's okay now. Come in."

"Drat!" Race scowled, but when his friend entered, he smiled sheepishly while dressing frantically.

"Wad up a paper towel and toss it on the bed, Oscar." His mother stood up fully but didn't turn around. When the wad landed on the bed, she snatched it up, un-wadded it, and wiped Race's cum from her tummy.

Oscar navigated the spill on the carpet and hugged his mother from behind, too late to feel his friend's cum on her body. Carol pulled the front panels of her blouse over her milk stained nipples and quickly buttoned up. Then she returned her son's hug. Race had zipped up but sat embarrassed.

"What happened, Mommy?"

"Sit with me, Oscar." She guided him the bed. She sat when he did, between the boys, and put an arm around both. "I need to explain. What happened today could happen again. It happened to Arnold, last Friday. He was in terrible pain when his testes swelled up worse than yours. Fortunately Ms. Peralta and Ms. Michaels were there to figure out what to do."

"You sucked me, Mommy, to make the pain go away." Oscar remembered Arnold's outburst at the park. At the time, Oscar had thought it was just an angry taunt. "You sucked Arnold."

"I did, Honey. He was hurting so bad, and I took the initiative. In any other circustances, what I did was wrong, but because I took that risk, I knew what to do today. I just helped Race masturbate when his balls swelled up too much."

"It didn't hurt too much." Race boasted, although the pain had frightened him.

"Did you cum?"

Race nodded but didn't say where it landed.

"Race's mom is driving right now to fetch him. Before she gets here, I need to tell you something really important, and please don't tell Jeffery. He's doesn't have your condition and wouldn't understand."

"What, Mommy?"

"If your testicles ever swell up again, you have to immediately take care of it. The best way is to masturbate. Race was able to avoid greater pain, because we took care of it right away." Carol took a deep breath. "Now here's the part that you absolutely cannot tell Jeffery or anyone."

The boy's waited, eyes wide.

"If I'm anywhere nearby, and you start to feel that pain. Come to me, and I will help. I will do whatever it takes to make your pain go away."

Race glanced to judge Oscar's mood. His friend seemed to be in an agreeable state. Race took an awful risk, but he had to know. "Auntie would you even be my slut whore?"

Carol stifled her indignation. She looked at her son. "I would even be a slut whore, if doing so would save you from suffering. Today my help saved both of you from Arnold's awful experience. I wouldn't want either of you to feel what he suffered."

"Whoa." Oscar's respect for Arnold grew.

"Yes." Race whispered triumphantly.

"Mommy, what's a slut whore?"



...to be continued...



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Chapter 5

Ricardo Hughes arrived home just as Ms. Peralta was driving away with Race and the boy's pumped up ego. He was greeted at the door with a kiss and hand that reached into his pants. Carol whispered seductively. "I gave Jeffery a credit card and said he could order anything he and Oscar wanted for delivery. In our bedroom you'll find plenty of meats and cheeses that you're going to eat out of my pussy."

"What'll you eat?" He grinned at his incredibly sexy wife.

"Whatever you put in my mouth."

That night, the women's usual exchange of texts failed for the lack of an initiator.

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Over the following two weeks, the research forum mothers met five times, always leaving their boys at home. There were no incidents of swollen testicles nor childish behavior. They spoke of many things:

...

Jean swallowed her pride to tell Carol, "I owe you one."

"No." Carol objected. "I owe you, for not calling the police."

"I think we're beyond that possibility, Ladies." Holly used "ladies" when she wanted to annoy them. The three women then agreed. Whatever happened in the future, they wouldn't alert any authority unless one of their sons was having a serious health emergency.

...

"What do we now know about the boys when they're together?" Holly asked.

"From my afternoon with Race and Oscar, it seemed like they hadn't regressed as much. They said, "Mommy" a lot, but their other words, and sentence construction, could have been those of twelve year-olds.

"What about you?" Jean wanted to know EVERYTHING.

"Yes, I got horny, and I sucked off Oscar, but if I felt like a frigid bitch, I still would have gotten on my knees to save him. I slutted myself to speed Race's masturbation, and he surprised me by pushing my head to his crotch - to lick up his cum. I admit I could have kept my mouth closed, but I had just tasted Oscar's, and I wanted to compare."

"It sounds like you were affected, but not as greatly as when all three boys are together."

"Speaking of cum," Jean wondered. "Have your boys cum since their first time? Race will sometimes leak pre-cum but then nothing when he orgasms."

"Arnold can cum occasionally. I really thought it would be a regular thing for him by now. He's quite disappointed with himself."

"Oscar hasn't issued a drop of anything except pee." Carol wasn't worried. Boys with his condition didn't usually begin to ejaculate for another year or longer. "My theory is, our sons' ejaculation were a side effect of their swollen testes."

Holly took a wilder guess. "Could it be that their balls swell up only when they're together?"

"Why should it happen now? We were meeting regularly for a couple months with all of them together." Jean wanted to know, "What changed?"

"Maybe we changed." Carol drummed her fingers on the table.

"The first time we got horny, was the day they were playing Cowboys and Indians. That was the beginning." Jean asserted.

Carol huffed. "But if that's when this mess started, which came first? Us getting horny or them regressing?"

"I still think it was the coffee." Jean blew a kiss to Carol and winked.

...


"I'm taking Arnold to the research doctor, tomorrow."

"Doctor Vassarkik?" Jean asked. Once a month, Jean took Race to the research doctor. "She's got a head on her shoulders for science and medicine." Jean didn't mention the rack on her backside. "And her heart's in the right place - she's professional but not cold."

After the meeting, Race came out of his room. "Are they gone?" The women usually talked for a couple hours then departed, but today's hadn't lasted an hour. Race's patience was already straining - even video games had lost their ability to immerse him.

Jean moved from her chair to the couch. "Come here, Sweetheart." She opened her arms to the boy and he sank into them. "Did you masturbate already?"

"No." The fifteen year-old admitted, hoping for special treatment.

Jean pulled up the hem of her sweatshirt. "What did I tell you?"

"I shouldn't get used to this, because you may not be around if I need-" The sight of his mother baring her breasts silenced him. She had stopped wearing her double-C cup bras while she was at home. She used a sports band when exercising.

"Race this is important." She relaxed her arms around her son, so he could snuggle closer. His lips quickly sought her very dark nipples. She had become adept at unfastening his pants with one hand. "I would lock you up here with me, if I thought you couldn't handle another incident like two weeks ago. Jean wrapped her fingers around her son's turgid peter and began stroking it.

She had forgiven Carol because her friend had saved her boy from his swollen balls, but it had taken more than a week for forgiveness to edge out her jealousy. Upon returning with Race, from Carol's home, Jean had sat him down and promised that she would try her best to be the one to help him, should his balls trouble him again.

Race didn't say anything except, "Okay." She had promised to make up for not being there when his balls ballooned with pain. He swore privately, to ensure she made good on her promise. He hugged her then - so she couldn't see his eagerness.

That night, when Race normally went to bed, he had snuggled up to her on the couch and had opened his pants. She was mildly concerned about his bold display, but Jean trusted her son to have a reason. He took one of her hands and placed on his stiff penis. "This is how you can make it up to me, Mom."

Their routine eventually included taking off her top and unfastening her bra, so he could suck on her tits while she stroked his cock. It wasn't long thereafter that she stopped wearing bras at home. Later she started baring her breasts for him.

Jean remembered that first time and her initial trepidation. Now she calmly took advantage of the opportunity. She studied her son's ball sack for any sign of enlargement. They were only their normal, obscene pair of goose eggs, not the pool balls she had seen tormenting poor Arnold. She used her free hand to cup and fondle them. That always helped her son to cum quicker. Pre-cum seeped out, helping to lubricate her hand's grip. She disliked its slimy slickness, but she knew it felt great to her son.

"Mmmm." Race turned his head from his mom's tit. "I'm almost there."

"That's good, Sweetie." She smirked and said in a little voice, "Are you gonna cum for Mommy?"

"I'm fifteen, Mom." Sometimes her pretend regression was all it took to push him over the edge. That day, Race licked his lips and pushed his mom's boundaries. "But I'd cum much harder if you sucked me."

Jean chuckled and shook her head. "Save that for your slut whore, Silly." The joke she had played on Carol resurfaced from time to time.

"What if I made you my slut whore?" Race tried again.

"In your dreams, Race." Jean's next chuckle was a little forced. "Now think of Auntie Carol begging to suck your manhood."

He closed his eyes. "She's begging because I told her to beg. I told her to crawl, and I told her to- OOHHH!" Race grunted. His hot dick lurched in his mother's stroking hand but nothing came out of its tip. From his lips issued groans of pleasure.

Afterwards, Jean remembered what Holly had said about Arnold's appointment. She checked the calendar and swore. Race's monthly check-up had been two days ago, and they'd forgotten.

Neither of them enjoyed the monthly exam. They had missed appointments before, but Jean was adamant about holding up her end of the bargain. The research study was paying a couple hundred dollars a month to see Race and perform their tests on him. As a single mother by choice, the extra income helped greatly. She called the doctor's office and spoke to the receptionist before closing time. "There's an opening for tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll take it."

The next day, after picking up Race from school, they arrived at the small-ish medical center. The center rented a few examination rooms and offices to the research project. In a hallway, Jean and Race found Holly and Arnold sitting on the waiting bench. "First time in the hoosegow?" Jean greeted her friend.

"Hi, Jean." A surprised Holly returned the greeting. "Why didn't you say, yesterday that you'd be here?"

"Hey, Arnold." Race greeted, wondering if his friend, who had suffered much worse than him, knew about his and Oscar's incidents.

"Race, the man in space." Arnold grinned.

Jean told Holly. "I forgot my appointment for two days ago. They had an opening."

Holly indicated the boys, with her eyes. "Are we going to be okay?"

Jean appreciated her friend's concern, by nodding. "Dr. Vassarkik conducts our exams efficiently. I think she prefers running simulations to taking metrics."

The women struck up a cautious discussion, keeping an eyes on each other's and the boy's behavior. Arnold and Race chatted about first person shooters and battle royales.

Several minutes passed before a short and stout, Indian-American woman approached, wearing a classic lab coat. "Hello. Mrs. Michaels." She seemed surprised by the other mother and son presence. "Oh, Jean! Hello, Race." She checked her clipboard. "Ah, you rescheduled."

Jean was embarrassed. "Dr. Vassarkik, I'm so sorry for missing my appointment."

Holly covered for her friend by greeting the doctor. "Hello, Doctor. We met at the last seminar for parents of boys in the study."

"Do you to women know each other?" The doctor looked to be going on fifty. Her glasses were for reading, and her neck length hair included stray, gray strands.

Jean nodded. "We met on the forum."

"Would you two consent for your sons to be checked up at the same time? I normally keep Thursdays light, so I can keep up with the paperwork. You wouldn't believe the number of ethics-integrity reports I have to fill out for each semen sample."

Jean and Holly looked at each other and simultaneously wished they could communicate telepathically. "Uhhh, okay, Doctor" Jean decided for them. "Although I'll take advantage of your offer and stay here to catch up on some work. I trust Holly to manage the boys," She gave Holly a slight nod. "...and let me stay out of their antics." It was the best clue to her intentions that Jean could risk in front of the doctor.

"Mom?" Race questioned his mother's reticence to accompany him.

"I won't go any farther than this bench, Race." She patted her son's shoulder. "Go on."

Holly decided that telepathy was overrated. Jean meant that she would stay clear of the boys' influence - no doubt to interrupt shenanigans if needed. She turned to the doctor, "Anything to aid the research effort. We really value your skills and experience, Dr. Vassarkik."

"The examination room is right this way." The doctor and Holly walked ahead of the boys.

Race whispered to Arnold. "Look at her butt."

"Don't make fun of my mom." Arnold took offense.

"Not her, the doctor."

Arnold had only eyes for his mom's gentle sway. He looked at the shorter woman walking beside his mother, and quickly understood Race's comment. Despite the doctor's coat, her ass was so huge it wobbled as she walked.

Race told him, "I'd tap that."

"You like butt sex?"

Race hadn't tried butt sex, but he'd seen a couple videos. The way the women groaned and sometimes complained gave him strong orgasms. "I'd try it, but you can fuck a woman from behind too."

Arnold unexpectedly wished Race, who was five months younger, didn't talk about sex so much. He had to lie to hide his igorance, "I knew that, but you said a nasty word."

Race giggled. "I did, didn't I, and right behind your mom and the doctor."

"Half of everything is behind the doctor." Arnold joked. The boys had begun to regress.

Doctor Vassarkik stood at the door as Holly and the boys entered. "You boys can change in there. Race, show Arnold how to tie on the gown. I'll speak with his mother out here until you're ready." She shut them in and turned to Holly. "I'm sorry if I didn't sufficiently respect your report of swollen testes."

"You didn't offend, Doctor. I know how incredible it sounded. And it hasn't reoccured since. Could it have been a brief infection?"

"I'll take a blood sample. That may not catch the cause, but it standard procedure for the boys who come in each month."

"I understand there are twelve others in this city. How many opted for in person check ups?"

"I'm sorry, but everything is confidential. Investigating the sexual aspect of minors is a minefield of politics and religion."

"That's so lame. How can you help children grow into strong adults if you don't understand them?"

"I'm glad you're so enlightened." Doctor Vassarkik knocked on the door. "How are you guys doing?"

Fully naked, Arnold sat on the exam table, and Race was using that little rubber mallet on his friend's knee. He struck a new spot, and this time Arnold's leg jerked up on its own.

"WOW!" Arnold laughed. "Do it again!"

"Boys?" Doctor Vassarkik knocked again. "Giggling responded."

"Go in, Doctor, please, but don't be alarmed by anything you see." Holly urged.

The doctor gave her wary look but forged into to the room. The naked scene didn't faze her. "You boys need to get dressed." She pointed to the gowns they must have dropped on the tile floor.

"Aww."

"We did, Doctor Lady," Arnold grinned. "But we're more comfortable this way."

Having seen only boys with large testicles for the last few months, Doctor Vassarkik turned her attention to the boys behavior and speech. "Is this some prank?"

From behind, Holly answered. "No, Doctor, they get this way when they're together. It's worse if Oscar Hughes is with them."

"It's a prank!" Race bounced up and slapped the Doctor's fat behind.

"BOYS! Calm down." Holly shouted.

Arnold jumped off the table and stood to attention, grinning. Race joined him and threw a salute.

"Race has always been frisky, but never like this." As a researcher, she couldn't take the word of any one person but could only gather data. "What have you observed about their interactions?"

"I can predict that we have only a few more seconds before they start fooling around again, and that the best way to influence them is to play along." Holly demonstrated. "Hey, boys, those gowns you discarded, they're made from the golden hair of virgin girls. Wearing them will protect you from their cooties."

"That sounds counterintuitive." Doctor Vassarkik watched the boys bicker over the gowns, as they donned them in preposterous ways.

"Play doesn't have to make sense."

The doctor was actually a mother of two girls. One had graduated from college, and the other was still working on her degree. The boys reminded her of the handfuls her little girls had been, long ago. She took Holly's advice. "Thanks, boys, now which one of you can guess where this goes?" She held up her stethoscope.

"In your butt." Race giggled.

"I know!" Arnold liked to know things. "You can hear heartbeats with it!"

"Both good answers!" Doctor Vassarkik had heard it all from young men just like them, only one at a time and never this crazy. An almost as crazy plan occurred to her. "Hey, if you let me hear your hearts, I'll let you hear mine?"

"Can I hear my mom's?"

"Huh?" Holly looked up from her phone. She had just texted Jean. "I like this doctor."

"How it going?"

"Okay, I think. I haven't raped either of the boys yet."

"You'll lose credibility points for silly texts."

"Understood." Holly looked up from her phone. "Huh?"

"Mommy, can I hear your heartbeat?"

"Not until the doctor hears both of yours."

"That's a yes!" Race wanted to put his hand on Holly's chest too!

Doctor Vassarkik listened to more than their heartbeats. She could hear the health of their breathing and noises in their stomachs. Then she opened her coat and let each of the boys place the sensor on her blouse just under the strap holding her bra cups together.

"It's like thunder." Arnold observed. He gave the scope to Race who said, "It sounds kinda fast."

The more the doctor observed, the more the boys' behavior intrigued her.

"Now it's Mommy's turn!" Arnold raced Race, across thirty six inches of flooring, to be the first. His mother was wearing a yellow sweater, but she had unbuttoned it while waiting for their appointment, revealing a light green blouse. Arnold placed the sensor in the same place that the doctor had demonstrated. His mother's heartbeat sounded kinda fast too.

Race took his turn by reaching under Auntie Holly's blouse and tucking it under her left bra cup.

"Hey, that tickles, and it's cold!" She shivered once but didn't push the boy away.

Holly's acceptance of a boy's hand under her blouse was a visual moment, for the doctor, that was as unexpected as it was unbelievable. She blinked while processing it.

Race even tried to cop a feel, but Holly predicted it and pulled his hand out from her blouse before he could. "The doctor has more games to play with you two." She blushed from the other woman's astonishment. "I didn't invite that." She played the victim.

"What are we playing next?" Arnold bounded back to the doctor.

"I-I need a moment." The stout woman looked for something to distract them. She remembered there were lollipops in one of the drawers. "There's a treasure of candy in this room you can hunt for."

"Bah, we're not kids, Doctor."

"Yeah, keep your candy. We want something more adult." Race grinned at the doctor's prominent backside.

Holly felt pretty good about the way Doctor Vassarkik reacted to the boys. A cunning plan occurred to her. She would hang back and monitor the woman's resistance to the boys' effect. She could always text Jean if things got out of hand, and if she didn't text, their safety monitor would eventually barge in like nuclear reactor control rods.

Doctor Vassarkik wondered if taking blood samples would calm the boys, but they were too rambunctious. She would have to perform other tests first, or abandon the appointment altogether and test them one at a time - if Holly's information had any validity. However if she gave up, she might lose a rare opportunity to figure out the cause of the boys regressed behavior. Could it be related to their condition? Holly had implied it was.

She also felt the boys were too cute to abandon. And the doctor had to admit that she was enjoying getting a little silly with them. "Please forgive me, Race and Arnold. I should have said that it's time to play with the measuring tape." She went to a counter and procured a roll of cloth measuring tape. To prevent intimidating them, she crouched, held up the roll, and asked. "Which of you have the largest feet?"

Race wished the doctor had gotten down on her knees. He imagined that and volunteered first.

Because he was older, Arnold expected to win. He let his friend go first. And Arnold's feet proved to be half an inch longer from heel to big toe. Race shrugged off the difference.

Doctor Vassarkik knew from last month's measurements that Race's calves were quite muscular. She offered a rematch. Race won by a full inch. Arnold asked unhappily, "Mommy, why don't you work out like Auntie Jean?"

"What, and ruin my leg line?" Holly gasped with faux conceit.

"Now, boys. We've seen that each of us have different sizes and shapes on different parts of our bodies. So you see if you're small somewhere, you probably bigger somewhere else." Doctor Vassarkik raised her safety net carefully. "How about we get a little silly, next and measure the sack between your legs."

"Balls!" Race hooted. "You're going down, Arnold!"

"Loser has to lick the biggest balls."

So much for the doctor's safety net.

"How about if both of you get to measure the doctor somewhere?" Holly felt silly joy at setting up the doctor, but she told herself it was to keep the boys from worrying about their measurement. "Winner choses what to measure first." She winked at the doctor but actually wished she could join in the fun instead of being a responsible observer.

"Ms. Michaels, that's-" Doctor Vassarkik was about to say she had already compromised her professionalism, but what the heck. Allowing a couple, possibly embarrassing, measurements wouldn't do any real harm to her reputation, especially if no one found out. She felt giddy over the possibilities.

"Please, Doctor, call me Holly." Arnold's mom tested the doctor's condition. "What your first name?"

"S-Selim." Selim Vassarkik preferred to be called by her title, to promote a healthy distance between doctor and patient. She was surprise by her quick if halting answer. "But let's not make it a habit." Confusion over her mood prevented her from preventing her next professional slip. She smiled happily at Race and Arnold, "Now let's see those balls."

Arnold had put his gown on upside down. He unveiled his privates by pulling up the sleeves. and pushed out his groin at the doctor. His dick was resting on his scrotum, between his testes which were the size of goose eggs. The doctor took three measurements, orbital girth, height, and combined width. She wrote them down without divulging them.

"How big are they, Doctor?" Arnold wanted to know.

Race chuckled, "She's trying not to embarrass you."

"Your turn, Race." Selim told him, struggling to maintain her authority.

"Check these out, Doc!" He pulled his gown fully off of his body and stood like proud superhero. He imagined the doctor falling to her knees, helpless against her urge to touch him and make him cum. His peter stood like a flagpole buttressed by two, large sandbags.

Even in her giddy state, the doctor was inoculated against the appeal of a boy's erection, no matter how attractive. She took the three measurements, wrote them down, and announced, "It's a tie!"

"No way." Race blurted, his erection slightly suffered.

"Come on, don't baby us, Doctor." Arnold wanted the truth and was feeling as cocky as his friend.

"Don't harass the Doctor, boys. She might rescind your reward." Holly tried to prevent bruised egos.

"It's true." Selim lied. "Arnold is bigger in height. Race has the greater width, and you both have the same girth. It's a tie."

"Put'er there, Pal." Arnold offered his hand to his friend. Race gripped it, "Sure!"

Holly sighed with relief but the feeling of being left out nagged.

Selim grunted as she stood out of her crouch, knees complaining. She then wadded the tape and tossed it in the air. "Catch!"

The boys jumped, grabbing as it un-wadded along its arc. Both snagged part of the tape. Before they tugged the flimsy cloth to pieces, the doctor tut-tutted them and pointed out that Arnold held the greater length.

"Just like my dick!" Arnold announced.

"Keep your dick to yourself." His mother blurted and giggled. Her son blushed. He remembered his mommy watching Auntie Carol suck him to a terrific cum. His peter did the opposite of keeping to itself and lifted to half mast.

The doctor took one step back, to give Arnold a better view of her body. "What do you chose to measure?"

"You gotta take off your coat, Doc." Arnold declared. "It'll get in the way."

"I want to measure her bottom. Please let me." Race whined.

"Fine, then I'll measure her boobs." Arnold pretended to concede. Boobs were way hotter than a fat bottom.

It was Selim's turn to blush, and her natural, cream coffee skin-tone couldn't hide it. She slipped out of her lab coat and hung it on a rack.

Holly's cell phone buzzed in her hand. Jean was checking in. "Are you raping my child yet?"

"Almost. I'm feeling it." Holly was loving how her plan was proceeding. "But please wait a little longer. The boys are fine, and the doctor is learning a lot from them."

"I'll check again in ten minutes, but you better answer."

"Roger dodger!"

Arnold looped the ribbon which had tickled his balls, around Selim's chest. "41!" He announced. Selim was smug. Her breasts were a bit smaller but didn't tell the boys.

Race stepped up behind her, and took the tape from his friend. "I never done this before, Doctor." He put his left palm on her bulbous behind for a second before crouching and reached around her waist, hugging her briefly before drawing the tape across her pelvis and then slowly around her hips. His hard penis twitched during the daring act. He dragged his knuckles across the doctor's flabby butt as he counted. "45, 46, 47, 48, 49-"

"Hey!" Selim complained, "I'm not that big. My clothes add several extra inches."

"Look's pretty big to me." Race slapped her bottom playfully. Her butt flinched, but the doctor didn't admonish him.

Arnold looked at her tits and felt cheated. "It's not fair that you get to measure us while we're naked."

Race liked his friend's notion. "Yeah, you should take down your pants. I'll measure it again."

The boy with the measuring tape had been a little grabby. Selim knew she should rebuke them and get on with her work, but they were just having a bit of fun. They weren't the first boys to pat her big behind - always to her embarrassment. Race had given it a hearty slap, which shamed her, yes, but made her feel punished for being overweight. She often chided herself about her figure. As a doctor, she worried more about long term health than vanity, but vanity played its part. Selim Vassarkik didn't lack for sex. After her youngest daughter left home for college, the doctor lived the definition of a gay divorce - the older meaning of gay.

The boys' frivolity was utterly intoxicating. However, she was a professional. She expressed her chagrin to Ms. Michaels, with a shake of her head and shrugged.

"Don't mind me, Doctor. Play along, and you'll wrap them around your fingers." Holly had put her bet on the situation working out the opposite way.

"Yay!" Arnold jumped and pumped. "PLEEASE, Doctor!"

Race used his best behavior. He stepped back and told her, "I'll do it quick, Ma-am."

"Okay. Just for a second." Selim heard herself agree to take down her pants, something she never would have done twenty minutes prior. A giggle erupted from her throat. There was something so freeing by agreeing to bare her bottom to a delighted child.

"I'll make sure the boys behave, Doctor." Holly stepped closer to the three who had been excluding her - mercilessly it seemed to her. "Put your arms around Mommy Arnold and pretend you're measuring me."

Her son rushed to hug his mother's chest.

"He's such a baby." Race told the Doctor. "You're wasting time staring."

Selim's surprise at Arnold's familiarity with his mother's breasts was broken by Race's somewhat sharp rebuke. She realized then how little progress she had made with the boys' examinations. "Yes." Selim unbuttoned her blue pants and unzipped them. She griped the waistband and tugged them down to the top of her thighs.

"What's that?" Race discovered the doctor was wearing something strange under her pants. It was like a sleeve wrapping her torso and hips, starting somewhere under her shirt and ending where she held her pants.

"That's my girdle." Selim blushed. It was stretched out so much it barely had any effect. "It keeps my shape in control." That was a girdle user's code for redistributing her fat.

"But that's not naked."

Selim feared the boy wouldn't accept excuses. She blushed harder and started peeling her frumpy white garment up from her thighs. It took her a while, because it was so tight, but Race loved the slow reveal of her real underwear. "I've never seen panties like that before!"

Normally, Selim would have wondered, how often did a fifteen year-old get a chance to see panties? Race didn't have a sister. Instead she stopped peeling up her girdle and covered the back of her purple thong, with both hands. "You said you were going to be quick."

"You're the one slowing me down." Race countered.

"I'm sorry." The part of Selim's personality, that usually kept a tight grip on her behavior, couldn't fathom her deference to a patient. But she had abandoned that part of her for a little mischief for once. She returned her hands to the task of peeling her girdle away from her ungainly rear.

"Wow, it's really hot, Doctor." From behind, her cheeks were so big, if Race hadn't been crouching, he wouldn't have seen the purple wrapped pout of her sex. His attention was distracted by the tightness of his penis.

"Go on now. My panties won't add anything to the measurement."

They sure wouldn't! They were more like a bandage than real panties. Race reached around the blushing woman and began to take her measurement. "...45, 46, -- aaand a half."

"I-I guess I've gained a half-inch somewhere along the way."

"Are you sure it isn't your panties?"

"Yes." Although she wished it was.

Arnold was nuzzling his mother's boobs, and she was petting his long blonde hair. Neither were in a state to mind the Doctor's final measurement.

"Now you can measure me, Doctor." Race tugged her arm, and she spun around docile as a kitten. He pulled aside his gown to reveal his full five inches. She gasped softly. She hadn't seen the boy's erection before. Her professionalism was so cold, none of her research patients got hard around her. "Is that for me?" Her voice lilted.

Race wadded the tape measure and stuffed it into her curled palm, all the while turning his hips to give the doctor a good view.

Before she knew it, Selim Vassarkik was leaning over and tying a yellow bow around the base of Race's prickhead. Before she finished, he gave a little grunt. Race stared over her shoulder to her pushed out ass.

"I-is it too, um, tight?" She asked

"That's not what's tight." He tried to keep the discomfort out of his voice, but the doctor heard right through it.

"What's the matter?"

"My balls. They kinda tingle."

Looking, the doctor couldn't be sure, but the boy's testes seemed larger. She quickly unwrapped his penis and measured them.

The erotic sensation of having a cloth strip tugged off of his eager hard-on, added to Race's nut pain. "I think it's happening again."

Just as Selim tightened the strip around one ball, the tape slipped to a larger measurement. They were getting larger. That was impossible! And it was amazing. The doctor said, "Wow, that's cool!"

Outside the room, Jean Peralta had waited fifteen minutes before texting Holly. She cursed when there was no reply after another minute.

"Mommy, your phone buzzed."

"You're more important." Holly pulled up her blouse and then tugged her bra up and over her breasts. "Mommy was missing her beautiful boy." After offering her naked tits, she reached behind his gown and gripped his erect tool. "Can't have your balls hurt you." She began stroking him.

"I want my mommy." Race grumbled. "It hurts. Where is she?"

The boy's suffering cut through Selim's happy erotic haze. As the boy's testes expanded, his grunts sharpened into high pitched whines. She had to do something for the boy. Suddenly her years of medical experience were like wet blankets before a wild fire. "What can I do?" She implored Holly.

"GET MY MOMMIEEE!" Race wailed.

Deep thrums from a pounding fist sounded through the door. "Race, Mommy's here! Doctor, unlock the fucking door!"

"Cum along Arnold." Holly giggled. "Let's help Race." Her fist never slacking its duty to quell her son's balls, she guided him to the door and unlocked it. Doctor Vassarkik covered her nearly naked crotch with her hands and shied away. "Nooo..." She whimpered.

At the click of an unlock, Jean burst in, dashing to her son and falling to her knees. Holly closed and locked the door. Her son asked, "Is Race gonna be okay?"

"Now he will, Honey. You just let Mommy help you. She quickened her stroking and kissed his cheek.

For all her sexual experience, Selim Vassarkik was like a virgin stumbling into an orgy. Two mothers and two sons moaned and groaned from their fervent actions. Holly was swaying her shoulders, gently slapping Arnold's blushing face with her pert tits as she rapidly jerked on her son's cock. Jean Peralta had burst in and was suddenly on her knees, sucking in Race's prick as he wiped away little tears. "Help me, Mommy." He cried more tears. The shock of being plunged into a bubbling cauldron of illicit sex with minors, boiled off some of Selim's haze. She blinked and began tugging up her pants, leaving her girdle rolled up around her midriff.

She was professionally obliged to call security, yet the compromised doctor knew that she had been complicit. She might have be able lie successfully, her word over two child abusers, but the boys would tell the same story no matter how carefully interrogated. How could this have happened? Selim staggered to her turntable stool and slumped upon it.

"What were you thinking, Doctor?" Jean replaced her mouth action with a hand job. "Couldn't you tell my boy was in pain?" She accused and quickly resumed prick sucking her son. "Mmmy mlvs muu, mmgy." (Mommy loves you, Baby.)

"Oooooo." Race remembered how Auntie Carol had stopped his pain and made him cum for the first time. He glowered at the doctor. "You're suppose to know what to do!" "Hhhhh, oh Mommy, I want to cum again."

Jean, although free from the boys' mysterious influence, swore she would make her son cum in her mouth.

Race's whines and whimpers turned into soft moans. Selim Vassarkik watched amazed as the swelling in the boy's testes receded. She hadn't really believed Holly's story about engorged balls until she couldn't deny first-hand evidence. No wonder Ms. Michaels hadn't divulged the treatment! Apparently different sorts of sexual release could prevent these special boys' from painful enlargement. Her researcher's brain found traction away from the delight that had weakened her, and it churned out one ridiculous theory after another. The only thing that motivated Selim more than great sex was discovering new ways to help people with difficult conditions. She sat blushing, eating up every nuance in Race's response to treatment. Her mind was so focused, she avoided consideration of her own bizarre, unprofessional, and illegal behavior.

Noises in the room, slurping, slapping, smooching, gurgling, groaning, squeaking, rose in pitch and increased in frequency. "Cmm mrr mmmy, mmgy." Jean moaned on her son's throbbing cock. (Come for Mommy, Baby.")

"Mommy, I feeel it-"

"Are you going to cum this time, Arnold?"

"I want to. I want to! I think I caaaa-" His hips lurched at the onset of his orgasm. Holly ducked down, in that last instant, and devoured her son's prick as it wound up its pitch.

"MOOMMMYYYY!" Race howled! Cum jetted and splattered against the back of Jean's throat.

Holly was also rewarded with an ecstatic cry. Arnold lurched forward, cramming his exploding cock deep into his mother's gullet, and hot spunk gushed down it. She choked and gagged on the sudden burst filling her mouth. She swallowed the spurting goo as best as she could. She coughed out some but clung to her boy's hips to let him know that would do her best to pleasure him.

"Pheromones." Doctor Vassarkik said aloud yet unheard by orgasming sons and anxious mothers.

"Gosh, Mommy, I'm cumming a lot." Arnold was surprised by the duration of his flowing nectar. In the few times he had cum all had been quick affairs, but this time his boner spit large globs a dozen times into his mother's sucking, gurgling face.

Holly noticed the amount of her son's flow too. She had expected half of what adult men ejaculated, maybe half an ounce or less. As sperm continued to flood her gulping throat, she imagined she was attached to a fountain spout. She might have thought he was peeing, if the stuff hadn't felt so viscous.

Jean swallowed the last of her son's spunk. It was the first time she had tasted it. A little tangy. A little salty, it had none of the dark musk of her occasional lover's seed. She pulled off of his twitching but empty shooter and examined his balls. The swollen orbs were visibly shrinking. Jean grabbed her son into a hug and burst, "I'm terribly sorry, Race. I got here as soon as I could."

"I like it best when you make it better."

"Honey, I love you sooo much!" She raised up and kissed his neck. His peter drooped while they cuddled next to the examination table.

Holly was sucking and licking on her son's spent cock. She cooed, finally catching a taste of his cum, velvety smooth with a smokey tang. When she released her son's erection to the room's warm air, she admitted, "Mommy could get used to teasing you for a treat this good."

"You're being silly, Mommy!"

"Yes, I am!" Holly squealed, I'm a very silly, Mother Goose, for a very silly goose egg son."

Jean wanted to hurl a gut-full of blame onto Holly for Race's suffering. Holly had lied to her about the state of shenanigans in Dr. Vassarkik's exam room. Instead Jean shook her head. Her pheromone addled friend would just brush it off. Pheromone? She looked at the doctor.

"Did you say, 'pheromones,' Doctor?" Jean knew what they were, but those were suppose to be minor influences on behavior.

"Oh, I'm relevant again." Selim perked up. She had been kicking her mammal brain for it's weaknesses. Excited by her theory, the doctor launched into an explanation. "We know that the boys' special gene affects hormone production, but hormones and pheromones are interlinked. We did test pheromones early in the study, but there were only minor differences in their chemistry. And we never saw significant behavioral effects across the population. I mean, from the boys."

Holly's eyes glazed over, but Jean was still clear-headed and listening intently. Holly told the boys to dress, then giggled. "The doctor has learned far more than she wanted."

Selim ignored the woman who had known all along that the boys' effect would trap her. Now she was as culpable as these amazing women. She never had been good at escaping social entanglements, let alone detect them. Selim did what she was good at, explaining. "What I believe is, when multiple boys are in proximity, their individual scents clash. I think their expanding testes are a symptom of sperm competition. When they encounter a challenger to their 'domain', the resulting hormones stimulate their testes to grow by kicking semem production into overdrive."

"Could their scent be what's affecting us?" Jean eyed Holly accusingly.

Selim couldn't face Race's mother. She had behaved appallingly. "Uh, I haven't had time to consider that possibility, but from my experience today, it's likely. Unfortunately, the result of male and female pheromones interacting can't be predicted. The combinations are close enough to infinity. And they're difficult to study, because the effects are too subtle."

"Then there's a problem."

"What do you mean?" It was scientist speak for, You don't know what you're talking about.

"Our three hen gossip hutch was meeting a few months before we started getting loopy. The boys have been together during most of our bitch sessions. Why now?"

Dr. Vassarkik shrugged. "Maybe something trigged them externally."

YAWN! "I'm taking the boys outside to play." Holly put on airs and shuffled the dressed young men through the door.

"Tits." Jean pointed.

Holly looked down. "Oh." She re-seated her bra and buttoned up her blouse.

"Before you go, Ms. Michaels." Selim asked, "Do you hate me?"

"Not any more." Holly smiled, bowed, and exited, shutting the door behind her.

"Don't engage, Doctor." Jean warned.

Selim growled. "I absolutely will, Jean. I'm going rogue as a researcher. I'll devote every moment I can to study this aspect of the boys' genetic trait. There may be a cure for male infertility in your sons. We're talking Nobel Prize potential here."

"You're sounding loopy again, Doctor."

"I'll need sperm samples, Jean. Something tells me that you, Holly, and Ms. Hughes are able to supply me with plenty." She flashed Jean a silly grimace. "Consider it proactive blackmail."



...to be continued...



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Chapter 6

Sperm. Cumming. Seed. Holly dreamed of Arnold's hard cock inside of her, filling her womb with hot, thick nectar. She'd had the dream a few times but never acted on it. His scent wasn't able to counter her good sense. She did check in with Arnold, daily. He reported a return to spotty ejaculations and a small amount of thin fluid. Holly also began attacking her husband, Gavin, who was happily surprised by her revitalized sexual energy. After joking if she'd wrecked one of the family cars, he tried his best to keep up with her. Three days later, he surrendered by purchasing the latest model of her favorite vibrator.

Holly hadn't been in the right mindset to silence Arnold and Race about their fun with Doctor Vassarkik. The boys knew not to tell people in general, but they rushed to boast to Oscar and Jeffery. The three moms hadn realized that their boys had an inkling about their combined presence effect. Jeffery came up with his own theory. They met in an online chat room to discuss their plans.

"Race and Arnold are full of it." Oscar asserted. "A flamethrower couldn't soften Dr. Vassarkik's ice." The youngest teen had never thought to try. Her prim, professional manner was a total boner melt.

Race countered. "Okay, don't believe us. I don't care. Next time, I'm going to spank her butt with my dick."

"I've never met that doctor, but I believe you guys." Jeffery typed. "I heard some weird shit from down the hall, a week ago, when I invited you over."

Arnold wanted to know about Race and Ms. Hughes. "You invited Race over because our moms stopped taking us to their meetings, right?"

"Why did they stop? We had a lot of fun." Race complained.

Jeffery spelled out his thoughts. "They're afraid of us. We're too hot for them to handle. I think they get off on young men but are sharing us because we won't tell."

"What do you mean,'us?' You haven't even sucked a tit yet."

"It's obvious they're saving me for last." Jeffery typed conceitedly. "Don't you see? They're a mom-son incest club, like in the stories. Their talk about genetics is a smokescreen. I bet the doctor is a real NUT case- HAH, joke!"

Three, eye-roll emoji streamed across the chat window. ASCII emoji, like 133t build them.

"Sure, Dr. Vassarkik takes your measurements. She takes them into a closet where she gets all messy with a vibrator. But she couldn't cope with two hot boys, and I think Arnold's mother may have pushed her a little."

"Take that back, Jeffery. My mom's not a lesbo."

"Would that be a bad thing? What I'm saying is, we need to make more opportunities where two of us are with one mom."

"That doesn't sound right. Mom's with you and me all the time."

"You and I." Arnold corrected.

"Mom's probably bored with you, Oscar. She hasn't sucked your cock since Race's visit."

"She's never sucked yours, Jeffery."

"Like I said, she's keeping me in reserve." Jeffery had a lot of influence as the eldest boy. So the younger boys agreed to setup their moms when possible.


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Jean, Carol, and Holly texted their own tales.

I hate to be a wet blanket, but I'm sorry, Holly, I just can't approve your setting up the doctor like that. She didn't have a choice or a chance against the boys' pheromones. -Carol

I've wrestled with my conscience, about what I did. It was wrong, but I had to prove that the boys could get painful swellings. The research project has to know about that. They have the best chance to find a better solution. I did it for my son. -Holly

Better than going down on our boys' stiffies? <shocked emoji> -Carol

Holly, I noticed that you took care of your son while mine suffered. -Jean

I'm SO sorry, Jean. It's just that Race was more interested in the doctor's, ahem, shape. -Holly

To be fair, Holly, you were 'under the influence' when you set up Dr. Vassarkik. You weren't thinking straight. -Carol

Holly was, but I was sober, and I don't regret taking Race's prick into my mouth. We've become accustomed to getting high on their scent and helping them ejaculate. I'll admit, my moral compass has loosened in the last few weeks. -Jean

Their texts paused.

I've been having dreams -- about Arnold... -Holly

I found myself wanting to taste Oscar's cum, yesterday. It was like fondly remembeing a beer you had on vacation. It wasn't a compulsion. -Carol

Our experiences with their pheromones may be influencing our long term behavior. -Jean

Shit. -Carol

Fuck. -Holly

So - elephant in the room - getting samples for Dr. Vassarkik. -Carol

The boys will have to provide it on their own. -Holly

The women agreed. They would give sterilized canning jars to their sons and continue to keep the boys separated.


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"This cum is useless." Dr. Vassarkik completed her initial tests and discovered only disappointment. In the month since being abused by Race Peralta, she had collected five samples from Arnold, two from Race, and none from Oscar. The results were consistent with the semen of early puberty, low volume and negligible sperm counts - no infertility cure in sight.

In the Michaels' residence, Holly was merely confused. Before delivering Arnold's latest sample to the doctor, she examined it out of parental curiosity. His cum looked much thinner than what she had tasted in the examination room.

The boys were equally discouraged. They had tried and tried to meet up at one of their homes, but the mom either separated them or she left the house. After a month, Jeffery told them to up their game, to think outside the box, and other lame phrases.

One night, Dr. Vassarkik dreamed of being spanked by Race while she sucked on Arnold's cock. She was used to having erotic dreams when she chose work over getting laid. She'd even dreamed a couple times of playing with one of the boys. When Selim woke, she remembered that the day before, Holly had brought samples from both her son and Jean's son. Their ejaculations happened to coincide, but Selim decided that her dream was no coincidence after studying both samples. She knew it took two of the boys to affect a woman, usually after a time of playing. Excitement stimulates pheromones. Perhaps her dream was a mild response to the boys' combined but lesser potent pheromones in their semen.

The idea wouldn't lead the doctor to a fertility cure, but it might be a way to study the effects of their pheromones. Selim decided to talk with Ms. Hughes. She'd been meaning to discuss Oscar's role in the incidents. When she phoned, Jeffery answered.

"Oh, hey, Doctor. I'll get Mom." Jeffery put down his mother's cell and called her in from the back yard. She was building a brick oven on the patio. After setting the phone on the dining table, he hid himself beneath it and its dangling cloth.

"Yes, Doctor?" Carol listened for a bit.

"When Oscar tries he only produces a drop or two of precum." Carol asked, "You want that?"

A lengthy pause ensued.

"That's an interesting theory. I didn't know cum had pheromones."

"Really??" Carol chuckled defensively. "I'm not sure I'm willing to sniff combinations. Do you want me to ask the others?"

"Okay. I'm curious to see what you learn. Goodbye." She hung up.

Jeffery remained under the table until his mom returned outside. Combinations - of cum? He wondered.

That night he invited the boys to a chat room, and they reconsidered their plans. They parted feeling hopeful and even a bit powerful. It took them only a day and a half to ready what was needed.

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Oscar walked up to his mother who was reading in the living room. "I'm sorry I forgot to make a sample yesterday, but you left when Arnold stopped by. Don't you like him?"

Carol's reading tablet shook when her hands twitched. "Holly's son is a fine young gentleman, I just didn't want to get in the way of you two having fun. What did you do?"

"We made gifts for our mommies." Oscar giggled, and from behind his back, he offered a flower vase which was simply a cloth rose standing in some pebbles at the base of an old perfume bottle."

Carol's youngest was acting giddy, but a day had passed since Arnold's brief visit. Oscar should have recovered from their 'combination.' Perhaps he was just acting silly for silly sake. She gave her son a forgiving smile and sniffed the fake rose. The gift had a slight fragrance, possibly from the bottle, but it was a decent smell if unlike any rose.

"I'll put it on the table while you're reading." Oscar set the 'vase' on an end table beside his mother's parlor chair. He aimed the bloom at her head and scampered away.

Carol called after him. "Did you fold the laundry yet?"

"I'll do that now." The boy hid behind a wall and peeked back into the living room. He hi-fived his brother who was already lurking there.

"She doesn't suspect." It was as good a compliment that an older teen could give to a young brother.

"How long will it take?" Oscar asked, eyes wide with anticipation.

"I don't know." Jeffery shrugged. He had sniffed the flower out of curiosity. He hadn't liked the odor at all. "I can't believe she's not gagging." He kidded Oscar.

"Aw, you're just jealous."

"Honestly, at this point, I don't care as much. I doubt you'll get Mom's special services today or ever again."

Oscar day-dreamed of his mother's playful, sucking mouth.

They stopped whispering and waited. After ten minutes, their mother remained intent on her book. Jeffery yawned. "Wake me up if Mom starts playing with her buttons- HA!" He ambled into his room and shut the door.

Oscar remained on pins and needles until he was inspired to act on his impulses rather than suffer them.

"BZZZZZ!!" Hands under his armpits, he flapped his elbows and danced into the room. "BZZZZZ."

This amused Carol, to see her young son being so playful. She set her reading tablet down beside the vase and smiled lovingly. "Have you been a busy bee?"

"No, Mommy. I've been a naughty bee." Oscar aimed for the flower and stuck his nose in it. "I'm gonna pol-nate you!" He lilted and poked his nose under her nose.

She flinched away, blushing. "Oh, no!" She cried softly. "You got your stamen in my pistle!"

Oscar dashed in a circle around his mother and nosed the fake rose again. This time he face-planted between his mother's breasts and nuzzled the soft material covering them. He could feel the sturdy strap between her bra cups. "BZZZZZ!"

"You are a naughty bee!" She chuckled, allowing him a few seconds of fun before pushing her son away from her hardening nipples. That was a little too stimulating, but she felt more amused than concerned.

"BZZZZZ!" Oscar ran around her again and this time grabbed the flower out of the vase. He patted her nose with the petals before dropping it into her lap. Then the boy sank to his knees directly in front his mother and rubbed his cheeks on her thighs. Her body trembled under his light touches.

He looked up. "Will you play with me, Mommy?"

"How so?" Carol Hughes bit her lip. "Like a queen bee?"

"Noo. You have to be the momma bird!" Oscar's face lit up with delight.

Carol quickly understood the game her son was playing. Instead of rebuking him for being too naughty, she thought maybe she could make this an educational moment. She asked demurly. "Where's Jeffery?"

"He's taking a nap." That's what his brother had intimated.

"Chirp! Chirp!" Carol blushed again but stretched out her arms and 'flapped' them slightly. "You know, birds eat bees." She threatened in good fun.

"Oh, goodie!" Oscar jumped up and hopped a couple times, flapping. "BZZZZ!" He buzzed to the side of her chair and kissed his mother's cheek. His hands unbuckled the belt at his shorts, and he unzipped the fly. The clatter of his buckle, when his belt hit the carpet, alerted Carol.

"What are you doing, Honey?" She chuckled at her pun but was slightly alarmed.

Oscar answered while pulling off his t-shirt. "Duh! Bees and birds don't wear clothes." After tossing his shirt to the carpet, he flapped his elbows again and buzzed around the room, wearing only his white cotton briefs. "Fly with me, Mommy!"

Carol was struck by her son's expression of innocent joy. She was grateful that he wasn't entirely naked, but that didn't matter as much as she felt left out. The mother of two teen rascals decided in an instant to grab an equal measure of fun. She picked up the rose in her lap, sniffed it, and replaced it carefully into the vase. Carol stood and whistled cheerful notes. She shrugged her blouse while grabbing the hem and pulled it up right over her head. It tore slightly in the back, but the sound didn't trouble her. It was an old thing and could be patched later.

She flapped her arms wildly and danced after her son, skirt swirling and rustling in her wake.

Carol's bra was deep purple, and it jostled from the load it carried. It was made for hot erotic encounters, but her son pointed and laughed. "You're carrying a flower, Mommy!" Oscar buzzed and dive-bombed, meeting her in the middle of the room, rubbing his nose between her large, quivering mounds.

A remnant of concern resurfaced in Carol's mind. At first she cradled her son's face to her bosom, but then she separated from him. "That's too much pollen for such a little bee." She chided saucily. She blushed harder and breathed heavily.

Oscar lifted his head and stepped up, his body pressing hers. "I'll poll-nate your nest, Mommy." His hands caught her lavender skirt's waistband and pushed it over and down her sexy hips. Carol had just enough presence of mind to stop her son. What distracted her from pushing him away again was a different concern. She could feel his large testicles through his briefs and her skirt, on her thighs. They had bumped into her before his hands had took down her skirt.

Suddenly worried about the state of her son's genitalia, Carol stepped back, waistband just beneath her dark, purple panties. Her eyes widened at the size of the bulge in Oscar's underwear. She ignored the sound of her skirt swishing down her legs and pooling around her ankles. "H-honey, are you hurting?" She pointed.

Oscar blinked and looked down. He hadn't noticed or felt anything but the sight of his engorged bulge halted his hands which had been reaching for his mommy's panties. "Golly." His balls weren't hurting. They felt tight. "No, Mommy, but they got big again." He immediately stripped out of his underwear. Mother and son stared for a second at the extra-oversized orbs dangling below his small but growing penis. They were the size of tangerines and still growing.

Carol squatted and looked closer. The skin of his scrotum was stretched but no more than it could handle, she observed. Her eyes darted to her son's erection. It was about as big as it usually got but getting harder. She swallowed, unable to decide what to do.

"That's my stinger, Mommy!" Oscar cautioned, playfulness returning. "Careful, or you'll get stung!"

"I-I wouldn't want that." Carol struggled between two forces, the delight that her son inspired in her, and her concern as a good mother." Her body stiffened from indecision.

"Hee!" Oscar giggled loudly. He grinned and pushed his mother's shoulders. Suddenly, she was tipping over, falling on her back and rolling upon the carpet and her son's discarded t-shirt. She was flat on her back with her knees in the air, skirt bunched around her feet. "Here comes the pollen!" Oscar cried, his knees lowering him rapidly. The teen dove his head between naked thighs. His nose poked her thin, purple panties, and he began rutting the tip up and down his mother's bulging camel toe.

"Oscar!" Carol squeaked, protected from her son's invasion of her sex by only a damp, semi-transparent panel of nylon.

"BZZZZZZZ!!" The happy boy's jaw and cheeks vibrated into his mother's groin. His nose pawed down her cleft and painted up it. The tip felt his mother's wetness, and he slowed in order to wonder at it. "Is that nectar?" He asked.

"That's Mommy's-"

"YUM!" Oscar cried out. The juice within her loins smelled wierd but exciting. He pulled aside the purple crotch panel and swiped his mother's hairy cunt with a long, slow lick of his tongue.

"OH, MY!" Carol tried to push her son's head away from her bared puss, but her hands ended up patting his unruly hair. A bolt of intense pleasure, like the promise of an incredible orgasm lanced up her body. "Aaahhss-car." She puffed. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm getting your nectar, Mommy." The bold taste spurred him to lick faster. He loved how her vulva twitched and how his mother groaned from each lick.

"D-don't-, Baby. That's not supposed-" Words failed Carol as fresh delights sang through her flesh. She loved oral, and her husband was darn good at it, but she'd never felt anything like this!

"Ymmm, mmmm, MMM!" Oscar's head rocked between his mother's thighs. Abruptly his head lurched when a deep ache occured in his ball sack. "Owwww." He looked up through shuddering thighs and heaving, purple cupped tits. Oscar frowned. "It's hurting again, Mommy."

Oh, no! Carol discarded fret and confusion. She rolled sideways and scrambled on her hands and knees to her son. He tipped forward at her retreat and fell on one side. "Mommy's here for you, Sweetheart." She moved along his body until her head could arch up and swallow her son's rampant organ. Tongue and cheeks licked and sucked immediately upon devouring it. "Mmmy's gnnna hake gare hff htt." (Mommy's gonna take care of it.)

"Oooohhh, yeah, Mommy. I like it!" Oscar squeaked. The surge of pain had frightened him, but fear faded before his mother's mouth enveloped his jutting prick. His balls pulsed, threatening to accost him again. Warm, rapid strokes by lips and tongue soothing his erection, sang out pleasure to placate his over-aroused testes. Mommy was the most wonderful person in the world!

The boy's glee led him to contemplate his mother's sacrifice. She'd helped him so many times, and not just sexually. He decided to return the favor. Crawling on his side, he grabbed his mother's hips and tugged down her panties.

"Mmghh?" Carol's emergency aid slowed. Oscar was removing her underwear! She wanted to tell him, No, but couldn't spare a moment that might prolong her son's suffering. When her loins' last barrier, escaped her feet, she let him lift one leg and stick his head into her crotch. Carol's cock sucking double its speed when her son's fervent tongue resumed licking her sopping cunt.

"MMMNNGG!" She groaned, one hand holding his scrotum to monitor its swelling. Already, the skin was loosening. She moaned with relief as well as from her son's devoted ministrations.

A thrill went up Oscar's spine when he heard his mother's moan. He relished the thought that he was making his mother feel as good as she was making him feel. "Oh, Mommmyy." He muttered happily into her throbbing vulva. A time of sucking, licking, slurping, dripping, drooling, gulping ensued.

Their orgiastic noises grew louder. A figure lurking just out of sight, gulped, but a strange fear prevented Jeffery from looking. He thrust a hand into his pants and rubbed his five and a half inches.

A crescendo of joy rang from the living room. "I'm cumming, Mommy!" Oscar cried out. His well sucked cock lurched and sprayed hot, thick globs of sperm into his mother's mouth. She wanted to savor every clump, but her own senses exploded with pleasure as her cunt convulsed from an orgasm that dazed her thoroughly. Her mouth opened around the hard pole, to yell, "OH BABY!!! MOMMY'S CUMMING TOOO!!!" Spurts of boiling cum interrupted every other word. She slurped and gulped, not wanting to miss a drop. Her jangling slit oozed a steady flow of lubricating juices, and her son lapped them up, pausing only to grunt from the incredible joy his mother was giving.

Panting, mother and son decoupled and lay on their backs. Their hands met and grasp tightly. They watched the ceiling circling in their disrupted vision. They huffed and puffed, lost in the afterglow and bewilderment at what they'd done.

"Mommy, can I play too?" A simpering voice squeaked into the room. Jeffery clung to the entrance and peeked shyly around the corner.

"Jeffery?" Carol's eyes slitted as she turned her head to him. He felt like a stranger to her, but she knew who it was. Her reaction would have shocked her if she had been in her right mind. "NO!" She barked. "You're not like your brother. Go to your room." She ordered.

"Yes, Mommy." Jeffery shrank from the entrance and disappeared.  He couldn't understand why he felt so afraid of her and also of his brother three years younger.

"Jeffery's not like me, Mommy." Oscar reiterated. He scooted closer to his mother, and they embraced.

Jeffery opened his pants while shuffling to his room. He jerked frantically on his dick and sniffled and wept. "Oscar's a big boy now." He repeated. "Oscar's a big boy..."

While Oscar and Carol lounged on the carpet, her son removed her bra, with her help, and he began suckling her milk filled tits. She held his head to her bosom with one hand. The other patted and petted his cock and balls. They rested, equally content. Oscar trembled with repressed glee. The mix of his and Arnold's cum infusing the rose, had worked! He briefly wondered how drinking their cum affected his mother, but he was feeling too possessive to consider sharing her mouth to find out.

Not long thereafter, a car pulled into the driveway. Husband-father had returned.

Seconds passed by the lovers' mental hazes before panic set in. Oscar scrambled up, milk dripping down his chin. "Mom!" He squeaked! "Sorry!" He grabbed his fallen clothes and raced to his room.

"It'll be okay." Carol called softly after him. She looked around, guilt far from her thoughts. She pawed her skirt and blouse, wriggling into them again, as the front door eased open. Ricardo Hughes entered and found his sexy wife laying on the floor dressed haphazardly. Two pieces of purple underwear straddled her unkempt form.

"Honey?" He queried, uncertain about the situation.

Carol grinned up at her husband and winked. "I was about to start without you."

"B-but the kids."

"Shhhhh," She put a finger to her lips. "I'll meet you in our bedroom."

The abruptly aroused man scurried to get there first and undress.

Carol struggled to her feet, a wonderful delierium pulsing through her mind. She picked up her underwear in one hand and grabbed the vase with the other.

Before dinner, Ricardo found himself embarrassingly disappointed upon his marital bed. "I was so hot for you. I can't belive this happened." He stared down at his traitorous penis. Its girth and stiffness had waned while thrusting inside his hot wife.

"That's okay, Baby." Carol had tried her best to be an enthusiastic lover, but her heart had failed to reach out to his as it normally would. She blamed herself. Yet she could not hate what she had done with her youngest child.

As her husband climbed off the bed and redressed, she picked up the fake rose's vase from her bedstand and sniffed it. Before getting into bed with Ricardo, she had held it out to him, but his nose wrinked up and he'd grimaced, quickly pulling away.

"You should trash that awful thing." He noticed her clutching the vase.

"I like it." Carol hugged the goofy present from her youngest son.

The boys went to bed around 9pm. Carol and Ricardo stayed up. He watched TV, wearing headphones while she read from her tablet. Carol lost track of the story when she remembered how she had reacted to Jeffery's intrustion upon her and Oscar. He had been acting funny, weird, and wrong. But she had been vicious, as if she had been protecting Oscar from his older brother. Guilt swelled upon her thoughts and drown them. She felt tears behind her eyes, but by the next morning, she had dismissed her memory of rebuking Jeffery, as a bad dream.



...to be continued...



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Chapter 7

Arnold let an entire day slip away after constructing the 'gift' for his mother. Like Oscar's it was a flower in a vase. They had bravely wanked off in each other's presence and caught their ejaculations in the mason jars their mothers had provided. Excited by the chance that they might be able to seduce their moms, both boys drew more than their typical, small samples from their aroused peters. Each sample was also thicker than usual, but the difference was barely noticable. They mixed their cum in one of the jars and then applied the cooling goo upon Oscar's rose and Arnold's tulip.

Arnold presented the tulip to his mom, Holly, a day later. Guilt over what he was about to do, stifled his ardor for a whole day. What if she found out, or asked questions, or what if it worked too well, and his mother turned into a monster? He didn't sleep that night, but around sunrise, he got a text from Oscar that contained a single emojii, the one with the largest smile! He slept through breakfast. His mother wasn't a stickler for meals. She kept only healthy food at home and never worried if he snacked. When Arnold woke, he was too excited to eat. He scurried around the house, eventually finding her in the utility room.

"For me?" Holly squinted at the crudely crafted gift. A harsh swishiing and a deep thrumming sounded from washer and dryer.

"Yeah, Mom." Arnold scratched his head and looked around. "The utility room could use a little something when we do the laundry." His mom always made him participate in house chores, but she rarely made him work alone.

"There's no place to put it." The room was small, just big enough for a washer a dryer and little space for folding.

"I'll set it on the shelf, by the iron." Unlike most house moms, Holly used unscented detergents. The room had a stale tang as air circulated slowly here. He let her sniff the fabric tulip and placed the vase carefully, closest to where they folded laundry. His mother looked unexpectedly sexy in her old housedress, like it was begging to be ripped off of her body. He peeked at her chest to see if she was wearing a bra. She often didn't. Hers were small enough to let hang as nature intended.

"Eyes up, Scalawag." Holly glared.

"Sorry, Mom. I was thinking about something."

"Sure, two somethings." She snorted. Holly switched off the dryer. She bent over and dragged out one dry thing after another, pausing to test how 'done' each was. Arnold began folding them while he enjoyed the fullness of his mother's simple, blue skirt. He asked, "Scalawag, huh? Does that mean I'm a pirate?"

"Please." His mother rolled her eyes. She hung up a slightly damp towel on a line over the washer and dryer. "Don't even make with the booty jokes." Holly continued to regret her actions at the doctor's office. Ever since then, she had shot down the slightest sexual suggestion.

Arnold wasn't dissuaded, folding one of his pairs of jeans and putting it in the basket for his room. "The doctor sure has some booty, right?" He chortled.

A snort of a laugh escaped his mother's nose. "Arnold." She warned but couldn't refute her memory of Race pawing at Doctor Vassarkik's butt.

"I'm not Arnold." He straightened, holding a black pair of his mother's panties across one eye and around his head. "I'm the dreaded, Pirate Michaels! Arrr!!"

Holly blushed and shook her head. "Put that away." She fished a couple socks from the dryer, the last of that load. She muttered, "At least you didn't sniff them." A check of the washer showed it had a few minutes left to run. Holly turned to her son and snatched the panties from his face. "I'm the captain of this ship. You're just the cabin boy." She folded them and set them in her basket.

Arnold stood at attention and saluted. "Aye, aye, Captain Mom."

His mother sighed. She observed him as she would a younger boy, with greater tolerance and forgiveness. Maybe she was a little harsh on herself and on her son. She had fucked up royally at the doctor's office, sacrificing her friend's son instead of her own. She wished she could make it up to Jean and Race. Maybe she could in the future, but for now she looked at her son, and couldn't deny his bright eyes and cheerfulness. She pointed at the stack of clothes he'd folded. "That's a job well done, Sailor. I'm promoting you to midshipman."

Bepuzzlement crossed her son's face, and his stiff posture sank a bit. "Huh?"

"That's the lowest of the low, for officers." Holly had loved reading naval romances in college. "Your job is to do and learn."

"I gotta do my homework?" Arnold's cheer deflated further. His mother took no little amusement at his drooping expression. She barked, "Not until after your watch, Michaels."

What watch? He shrugged wordless. How could he measure time without a watch? or his mom's phone?

His mother pointed to porthole of their front loaded washing machine. Soapy water sloshed about as its drum churned the clothes within. "Scan the seas for threats and opportunities." She left him in the utility room while she fetched herself a cup of coffee.

Returning, she found her son wearing a silly grin and another thing. He had taken her black panties and put them on his head, with the crotch panel covering his right eye. "Captain Mom, there's a big boat out there." He pointed at the washer's transparent hatch.

"How big?" She sipped too hot of coffee and licked her lips. "How many guns?" She rested her mug next to the flowering vase.

"It must have dozens and dozens, Momma?" He frowned. "What'll we do?"

"If it's that big and heavy with cannon, we should be able to outrun it." She crossed her arms over her fair chest.

"What if it's loaded with treasure?" Arnold's excitement returned.

"Then we should attack and seize the treasure!" Holly pronounced. "But it won't be easy. Good pirates will probably be killed."

"I'm not afraid." The boy glared at the 'porthole.'

"Then a fight we'll have, ARRR!" Holly reached for her coffee but her hand picked up the vase instead. To hide her mistake, she sniffed the flower and set it rattling on top of the running washing machine. She licked a finger and raised it as if checking the wind. "Full sail, hard aport!" She called out to an imaginary helmsman. "We'll approach with them at our lee."

Arnold didn't understand what his mother was talking about, but it didn't matter. It sounded dramatic and fun. "Aye, aye, Captain!" Just then the washing machine entered its spin cycle. The drum revved up a loud whirring. "I'll man the cannon." He opened the dryer's door, determined to blast their enemy with it.

"We're gaining on them!" Holly held one hand over her eyebrows and leaned forward. "Hold her steady as she goes." She told her son. "We'll be in range soon, Michaels. Keep your eyes sharp."

More than a minute passed without a word further. The great whirring in the room faded as the spin cycle ended. "Get ready to load." Holly warned.

The wash drum stilled, and the doorlock snapped free. "Load all guns!" Captain Mom ordered. She turned the door's latch and opened it for her son.

Arnold dashed back and forth between the two machines, madly cramming fistfulls of damp clothes from one the the other. Socks and washcloths dropped on the floor, but he ignored them in his rush. He smacked the dryer shut and looked eager at his captain.

"Aim..." Holly pointed at the timer dial. Her son leaped to adjust it for the amount of clothes within.

"Steady." The captain pursed her lips and squinted at an imagined horizon.

"Steady."

Arnold's hand hovered over the start button.

"FIRE!!"

He stabbed the button and the dryer lurched to life with a metal groan.

"They're firing back! Duck!" Holly dived down into a crouch. Her son dropped belly to tile floor.

"BOOM!" She yelled.

"KABOOM!" Arnold roared. "I'll save you, Momma!" He pulled his mother off balance, turned, and caught her in his arms trying to protect her with his body. Her humble bosom heaved against his chest.

"OH NO, I'VE BEEN HIT!" Holly clutched her head. "AARRRGGGHHH!!!" She roared. "I fear I'm not long for this world."

"No, Momma. NO!" He cuddled her and kissed her forehead. "I'll save you."

"It's too late for me, Midshipman Michaels - my boy." Holly acted with her saddest eyes. "How goes the fight? Did we win?"

"We won! -- all because of you." Arnold felt real tears seep out of his eyes.

"We got the treasure?"

"You're my treasure." He hugged her tighter.

Holly's heart tipped over in her breast. Suddenly she was kissing her son's lips and returning his hug.

"Mmma." Arnold kissed back passionately. Damp clothes tumbled diligently beside them. Freeing a hand, he knocked over his basket of warm, folded clothes. He spread them across the tile floor and lay his mother upon them. "I'll heal you." He insisted. There was a memory, of when he had been shot and Auntie Carol had started to nurse him back to health. His nipples didn't make milk, but he had something that gave a fluid even more full of life. With a parting kiss, he left his mother on her back and frantically removed his shorts and underwear.

Panting from the incredible moment passing between her and her son, Holly watched him undress beside her. The warmth of the clothes beneath her, futher inflamed her desire. She remembered through a mist of passion, this wasn't suppose to happen again. Her boy's impressive penis sprouted from his briefs and then his balls fell out. They were enormous, like tangerines!

"Arnold." The name escaped her lips like a light gasp. Another memory tugged at her. This was her duty, to protect her son from those painful things. Except her son showed no sign of pain. Confusion and indecision left her unable to act.

"I'll to nurse you back to health, Captain Momma." Arnold stepped across his mother's sprawled body and lowered himself to his knees. He lifted her head until her lips touched his turgid peter. His balls tapped her chin. "Go ahead. You'll feel better." He promised.

"No, Sweetheart." Holly shook her head, mind clearing, heart racing, soul aching. She looked down the front of her body and her hands began raveling up her skirt. "Not in my mouth."

"Uh, - Captain?" The young man wasn't sure if they were still playing a game.

"Pull down my panties, Midshipman." Holly's voice trembled. This was worse than sucking her son to shrink his balls. Yet she wanted him where he could make her feel better. "That's an order." She whispered passionately. Would he?

It was Arnold's turn to be confused, but he trusted his mother, his captain. He scooted down her body, balls dragging over her perky breasts, until his hips were flush with her knees. Plain white panties looked like a surrender flag, skirt bunched around her waist. Wide eyes told Holly how much he worried about misunderstanding. To reassure him, she raised a hand and patted his jutting erection. "I'll show you how this can heal me, Sailor."

Arnold's hands shook as they tugged the waistband of his mother's cream colored panties. They slid at an angle and jammed on her wide hips for a second, but he was determined. Holly's chest rose and fell like a steam piston. As the underwear scooted down her thighs, Arnold gasped when his mother's carefully groomed thatch of auburn hair fluttered into view.

"There is the treasure that awaits good pirates." Holly words were full breaths.

Heart thudding in his chest, Arnold wasted no time stripping his mother's panties off of her legs.

"Now kiss me, Lover. Lay on top of Captain Mommy and kiss her." She opened her arms to him. Arnold scrambled forward, covering his mother's body with his. His balls ground into her thighs, and he winced as he offered his lips to hers.

Instead of a kiss, Holly tilted her head to the left and asked with sudden concern. "Do they hurt?"

"It was a twinge, Momma." Arnold was surprised. His enlarged balls had hurt far more the last time they grew. Holly didn't want to take a chance that her son's pain would soon flare. She spread her naked legs wide and reached between their sweating bellies. Her hand gripped his firm, thick shaft, and she scooted a couple inches up to make room for her son's rampant cock. He winced again but simple asked. "Are we really gonna...?"

Holly's slit was already slippery and twitching in anticipation. "Shhh. Don't talk. Feel." She cautioned him. The boy watched and listened. He lie in awe as his mother huffed and groaned beneath him. His balls seated into the vee between her thigs. He watched her clothed breasts jiggling under his chin. Their modest, quivering mounds made his young pecker even harder. Holly felt it stiffen and smiled and dipped the head of her son's shaft along her hairy groove.
   When hungry nether-lips brushed against the wet head of Arnold's hard prick, Holly sucked in her breath. She felt intoxicated and horny beyond lust, with love! Her body throbbed, anticipating what her insestuous lover would feel like, moving inside of her. More and more, little by little, his slender shaft was engulfed by her dripping hole as it fitted deeper into her sex.

"OHH! MOMMA, I FEEL YOU!" The boy exclaimed astonished.
   His mother kept dipping his penis into her "privates," the beginning of that terrible act which no mother should do. When his prick head had spread both pairs of lips, and Holly had seated it at the entrance to her oozing cunt, she told him. "Push, Baby. Push yourself into Mommy."

Terrified of hurting her, Arnold slowly hunched his hips, driving his eager pecker deeper into his mother's wet, parting tunnel.

"Oooh, Honey, Darling. You're doing it!"

His entrance into her wasn't easy, emotionally. Holly hadn't had sex with the boy's father for weeks. Neither parent seemed to care, and Holly was as angry with herself as she was with her husband. Despite her self-blame, she cast her concern for her sexually absent husband out with a puff of hot air driven by the joy of experiencing her son's cock pushing into her cleft.

Arnold felt just as good, sliding in her juicy hole!

Because he was her son, Holly consentrated on every inch that levered open her languishing slit! His nuts pressed against her crimson slash from clit to taint. She loved it! More than five inches slowly plowed into her, until her son's manhood was hers completely!

"Arnold! Oh, Arnold, don't just fill me like that. You need to move. She blushed, before elaborating. "Make it go in and out of me, Son."
   The boy knew, but with his first pulling outward, he asked to be sure. "L-like this?"

"Yes! Now put it back."

Arnold's confidence soared. "I'm gonna heal you, Momma." He rocked his hips back and forth, increasing speed. His dick lurched from the incredibly, hot and silky caress along his plunging shaft. He gasped and groaned. "Ooohhhh, WOOOWWW!!"
   "OH, Baby yes! KEEP IT UP!"

The pleasure coursing through his tool overwhelmed him. His throbbing cock sunk in her as far as it would go before pulling away. She began working her cunt muscles mightily around him, bringing him waves of pressure along his hard dick. Arnold searched her face, but he had never seen her this way, head thrown back and eyes closed. His mother's moans pierced him to his groin which was starting to strain from the pressure building at the base of his rutting prick.

His balls, at first, began to ache worse, but the pain quickly peaked. His loving strokes and her clamping vagina drew away the pain and replaced it with incredible pleasures. Holly rotated her hips under him, using her powerful vaginal muscles to slow his fervent plundering of her wet hole. She began to cry, ashamed and overcome by her love for him and what he was doing. "I love you, Sweetie." She exhaled passionately.

"Momma, this is the best treasure any pirate ever took."

"That's right, Son. You're taking Captain Momma's treasure." Holly hunched harder againt Arnold's heavy thrusts. The tiny room was very much like below decks of an old sailing ship. The oceans of the world could not have heaved their bodies as passionately as their flesh clashed. She promised loudly, "When you have it all, then you'll be the captain!"

Her cunt felt like it was being serviced by a cock which bent its will to her desires. Not quite as large as her husband's shaft, her son's bulbous tip was able to invade her creamy cunt walls and slide around. It sent waves of shivers through her overheated body. Sweat gleamed on her skin as she worked beneath him. The lubrication between their tightly fitting bodies leaked out around his plunging cock, soaking the washed and dried clothes beneath her bucking hips. She worked her muscles to pull his prick deeper and deeper.

Sweat dripped from Arnold's armpits, down the insides of his upper arms. He was hot, and pumping swiftly into his mother's body, but that sweat was a droplet in a sea formed by excited stress glands. His body shook from the onset of something tremendous. He began grunting as his loins slapped and slapped his mother's. "UNnghh! UNG! UUHH! UNNGGGH!"
   Holly's breath shortened as she felt his prick twitching while it plunged in and out. She knew this was the signal for his young sperm to spew out of that oozing tip, and hopefully erase the pain in his ball sack. This time she wouldn't be taking the sample to Doctor Vassarkik. Her port of call would be the perfect spot for him to deposit his seed. Her face and upper body turned red at the demented thought! Imagining her son orgasming inside her made her hips buck with renewed fervor. Her cunt began spasming on it own as her own rising arousal promised to explode! Burning joy spread through her like wild fire! Her son! She was fucking her son!

"Arnold! Keep fucking me!"

"But Momma, I'm gonna-"

"I know, Honey, Mommy knows. Captain Mommy wants you to take it all!" Her body jolted with the shock of her abrupt eruption! Her cunt clamped down like a plyable vise! She was coming, and she screamed ecstatically! Orgasm juice leaked out of her like a dripping faucet, bathing the boy's rod with slipperiness.

He groaned and bucked, finally slamming his wet cock fully into her roaring box, skewering his mother with the last of his strength! "CUMMING, MOMMA!"

Holly twisted under his planted pole. The senstions extended her gushing endorphins. The boy arched his upper body and threw back his head with a mighty howl! His semenal bulb shot the first strong jet of sperm deep into her gushing cunt. Oh, how she loved that! She milked him, her strong cunt sucking the jism out of him like a soft hand milking an udder! The boy cried out as his prick shot one load after another into his mother, making her gyrate spastically. Her breasts heaved below him as she shuddered and gasped for air.
   "SON! YES, FILL ME!" His hot squirts of cum burned her insides like the best of spices, eliciting joys that could only come from a little suffering.

"MOMMA! OHHH, MOMMA!" Arnold's body lurched atop his mother, and her body shuddered below, until their ejaculations and elations ceased to wrack them.

Semen diluted with vaginal juices continued to leak into the clothes beneath them. As her joy diminished, Holly began to cry. She had been equally shamed and pleasured. Tears were the only means to express both.

"Momma? Why are you sad?" Arnold brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. His cunt embeded prick softened slowly, occasionally twitching as his mother's flesh twitched around it.

"I'm sorry, Honey." She sniffed. "I-I'm really happy." She half lied. "It's just that-" She paused to think of a bigger lie. "I'm not your captain anymore." As time passed, Holly would learn that she had spoken far more truthfully than she could then imagine.

"Silly, Mom." Arnold grinned. He tousled her bangs. "Yours is a treasure that increases each time it gets plundered." He chuckled. "And from now on, I'll be your dreaded pirate, Captain Son."

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Days later, in Selim Vassarkik's lab, the devoted doctor was finally making progress. Recent sperm samples from Arnold and Oscar were of much higher quality. They weren't quite as mature as adult semen, but she managed to identify the peculiar properites which resulted from combining any two or all three of the boys' samples.

Only Race's semen seemed lacking for his age. She wondered how the one year younger Oscar could have surpassed Race's samples so abruptly.

Having chemically identified the active substances and confirming them by monitoring her own behavior in carefully controlled self-tests, Selim proceded to orchestrate a larger survey of the effects.

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"How did it go?" Race typed into the chatroom. "And why couldn't we talk sooner?"

Arnold had been the one to delay their aftermath discussion. It was hard for him to betray his mother's confidence. He sidetracked. "Where's Jeffery?"

Oscar typed, "He's bummed out about something. I think he's turning emo." Oscar launched into answering Race. "It was amazing! Mom totally got down and funky on my junk." The young boy refrained from mentioning how he had reciprocated his mother's loving. The older boys might accuse him of getting pussy whipped.

"Arnold?" Race prompted.

"Yeah, what Oscar said." Arnold didn't want to brag about having actual, real sex with his mother. While it might earn him points in the long run. The others probably wouldn't believe him. "The flowers with our mixed cum really did the trick."

"When can I come over to one of your guys' homes? Don't leave me in a lurch." Race wasn't as desperate as his text sounded. His mother had become increasingly 'helpful' when collecting his samples. But he still only came every few days and in small amounts.

"I dunno. I'm kinda busy, and Mom told me to find closer friends." Arnold would have loved it if fucking his mother had been the thing keeping his busy, but after that first time, she kept him busy with extra chores, as if she was punishing him.

"Mine said that too." Oscar had learned that the flower only worked so long before the effect faded. The next day, his mother had played a light game with him, but she never lost control of herself.

"Hey, guys. Sorry, I'm late." Jeffery joined them.

"You feeling okay?" Arnold asked.

"Yeah, my dumb bro can't tell the difference from being tired and being sick."

"He said you were bummed out." Arnold worried.

"Why didn't your mom go down on you, Jeffery?" Race expected the oldest boy to have dibs.

"Is that the kind of shit-talk Oscar gives after I sacrificed my chance, so he could get Mom first."

"Whoa." Race interjected.

"But you left the room!" Oscar was sure Jeffery had given up after their mother shouted "No!" at him.

"I didn't want to see your junk get sucked." Jeffery covered.

"Whatever." Race typed. "I want to make a mixture!"

"Come over whenever." Jeffery typed. "Mom's been getting more samples from the twerp, lately. I'm sure he can spare one."

"You're not in charge of me." Oscar typed angrily.

"Someone should be. I can't have you screwing up my chances with Mom anymore."




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I generally prefer these stories where there's a good explanation for why family members are getting freaky with each other relatively early on into the story, and I have to say the thing about big balls and pheromones is one of the more interesting approaches. As always, looking forward to reading more :)

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It's been a good read so far. Keep it up. I've got one that I have been working on for quite awhile and will share soon. But, I dig your style.



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Chapter 8

The forum bonded mothers met at Jean's apartment a week later. They had skipped a couple weeks, Carol and Holly making excuses.

Oscar had begged his mother to bring him along. He promised that he and Race wouldn't bother them. Carol chided herself for relenting. She had become far to lenient with her youngest son. Jean accepted Carol's request on the condition that the boys went to a nearby park, which Race and Oscar quickly agreed to.

Free from any of their sons, the women sipped their coffees and nibbled on scones and croissants. Holly and Carol spoke of dull, little things in their lives, insurance premiums and snooty neighbors. Jean worried that she had done something wrong. "Carol, didn't you have a check-up appointment with Dr. Vassarkik, this week?"

"Um, yes. I rescheduled it for next week." Carol Hughes had been mentally kicking herself for succumbing to Oscar's sexual needs. At home she could distract herself from shame, with plenty of tasks, but the purpose of this mom threesome was to discuss their boys' condition. She glanced at Holly who abruptly avoided her eyes.

Holly was beside herself with guilt. She'd actually seduced her son into full sexual intercourse! He hadn't even been hurting very much, which added to the weight crushing her conscience. She'd thought about turning herself into the police. Talking to a shrink would landed her in jail all the same.

"Is the coffee that bad?" Jean asked louder than was polite. Fuck polite. "Why is it like a morgue in here?" She slapped her hand on the table!

Holly lurched in her seat. Carol spilled a little coffee down the side of her cup. The women clammed up. Jean's eyes darted from one trembling mother to the next. "What have I done to stifle you two wonderful people?"

"It's not your fault, Jean." Holly whispered. "I-I don't think our plan to keep the boys apart is working." In addition to her incest driven guilt, she had abandoned Jean's Race to painful enlargment at the medical center. It was the closest thing to a confession that Holly could allow.

Carol surprised her with a word. "Fuck." Oscar's mother set down her coffee and stared at their host. "Jean, two weeks ago, I got silly with Oscar. I-I did pretty much what you might imagine."

Jean could imagine Carol doing an unlimited variety things, but she assumed her friend meant that she had sucked off her son. Jean immediately reassessed her private activities with Race. In the last two weeks, she had gone from letting the boy suckle her while he masturbated, to where she was masturbating him on their couch. Except there wasn't anything silly about it. She told her son very clearly what she would and would not do, and he agreed without a hint of frivolity.

"Arnold-" Holly began but halted herself. She looked at her lap, her fingers tying themselves in knots there.

"Holly?" Carol probed as gently as she could. "You don't have to tell us anything."

"GODS!!" Holly Michaels burst. "I FUCKED HIM!" Her heart beat tears out of her eyes. The weight on it was cast out from her soul. If she couldn't tell these wonderful, caring, and similarly compromised women, Holly would have died of old age burdened by the immense shame of having seduced her teenage son.

"Good." Jean struck her fist on the cheap table. She nodded decisively.

"It's terrible, Jean!" Holly wailed. "I didn't let him take me. I lured him into intercourse. It wasn't to cure anything. I wanted him!"

"Good!" Carol slapped the table, rattling her cup and saucer. Her shame for getting silly with Oscar fled. Carol smirked at her confessing friend. "It's not like you were getting dick from your absent husband."

"Carol." Jean admonished. "That's neither here nor there, or any of our business. But I'm glad that one of us broke humanity's strictest rule."

Two women looked at Jean as if she had turned into crocodile.

"Last week, I started jerking off Race's dick. I told myself as long as I was in control it would be okay. I was doing it for the samples. Honestly, to help the research effort." Jean turned to Holly and frowned. "I'm so sorry, Holly, for accusing you of neglecting my son's pain. I understand now." She reached out a hand. "We must do whatever we can to help our boys."

Holly shook her head at the proffered hand. "I don't deserve your kindness, Jean. Didn't you hear me? I fucked my boy to satisfy selfish lust!"

"Good!" Carol repeated. "Holly, stop kicking yourself! If what happened to you was anything like what triggered me, IT - IS - NOT - YOUR - FAULT." Carol offered her hand. "Try to imagine me and and Oscar pretending to be birds and bees under any normal circustance."

Holly straightned in her chair. She couldn't imagine it. However sexually endowed and motivated, Carol excelled at being in control of her desires. She expressed them in safe if socially unacceptable ways - like her penchance for sexual snarks. Holly sniffed back her tears and admitted. "W-we were pretending to be pirates." A laugh escaped her, and she spread her arms to accept two hands into hers across the table. Love and trust poured out from her friends and warmed Holly like twin suns.

The three shared tears for a moment, Jean and Carol linking hands to complete their circle.

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Oscar and Race giggled like crazy while returning to the apartment. After creating a 'gift' for Ms. Peralta, they kept getting sidetracked by simple park amusements like swings and monkey bars and slides. Prepubescent boys and girls and their mothers and nannys stared at the teenagers acting like children on the playground. Open air and a cool breeze saved the adult women from being affected by their pheromones.

The sun was sinking towards the horizon when Race and Oscar re-entered the Peralta apartment. "Where's Mommy?" Oscar only saw Ms. Peralta.

"I told your mother, I would drive you home when you were ready."

"Mommy! I made you a gift!" Race fished into his backpack and pulled out a vase. Some of the stones that kept the fake flower upright had spilled into his pack, and several petals had frayed. The stem was bent at an angle.

"It's lovely, my dear boy." Jean kissed her son's cheek. She set the flower on a small table by the door.

"Why did they leave?" Oscar felt somewhat abandonded.

"You two took forever, and neither of you have a phone. I told them I would take responsibility. That's how much your mommy and I trust you, Oscar." Jean patted the pouting teen's head. Too early for any affects from their pheromones, Jean played along with their obvious age regression as a conscious decision. "Are you hungry?"

"YEAH!" Both boys shouted.

She led them into the kitchen and stood them at the table where their mothers had reached an encompassing, consensual decision. Instead of coffee cups and saucers, two small canning jars sat upon it, their lids beside them. "Now before you sit, let's play a quick little game."

"Ok."

"Sure!"

"Um, what game?"

Jean surprised them. "It's called, 'Who has the biggest balls!'" She grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed them down over her taut buttocks. Halfway down her thighs, she let go of them and hunched her naked, hairy camel toe forward. "See! Mommy doesn't have any balls at all."

Her son and Oscar didn't hesitate to tug down their pants, despite their slack jaws at Jean's astonishing, pussy reveal. They were equally, half naked in a flash. "Look at mine, Mommy!"

"No, mine, Auntie Jean!" Oscar blurted.

"I can see both of your big sacks, boys." Jean studied their genitals. Neither boy had an erection. That was interesting, and their balls were normal sized for them, twice that of boys their age. She hummed short notes as she pretended to evaluate the big sacks for the game she had chosen.

"I'm bigger." Oscar declared.

"No. I am!" Race hoped his mother would choose him because he was her son. Screw fairness. However, in fairness, Race was half a year older than Oscar, and his balls were slightly larger, but you'd have to actually measure them for the difference.

"I'm sorry, boys, but I guess I lost. Your balls are so big, I can't tell which of you wins. So by the rules, you both win!"

"Yay!" the boys shouted and high fived. Their soft dicks and bulging testicals bounced.

"What do we win, Auntie?" Oscar wanted a prize.

"You win me!" Jean grabbed the hem of her sweat shirt and in less time it took to push down her pants, she pulled the shirt over her head and off of her arms. The lean woman's naked tits enticed like large, hanging mangoes. "That is, unless you want supper." She pushed her pants to the floor and stepped spritely out of them.

Two soft penises twitched, slowly gaining life. "I want you, Mommy."

"Me too, Auntie!"

Jean didn't have to bend her knees much to accept the boys into her arms. Their mouths immediately latched on to her soft nipples. They were soft because Jean was pretending. Her real goal was to observe the boys' dicks and balls as their arousal grew.

Pretending didn't stop her from grunting when two pairs of lips teased and sucked on her tits, nor did it stop her from enjoying the sensation. The women had resolved to shed all cares about what happened while they worked to learn every aspect of their sons' unique sexual traits. Yet lingering guilt intimidated Holly and Carol. They asked Jean to take first crack at learning what she could.

"Gosh, boys. That feels so good, you're making me think that I won." Jean relaxed her arms around them and reached down between her body and theirs. She felt their growing dicks and hefted their scrotums. Their huge balls hadn't yet enlarged.

"Mommy, are you going to jack me off?" Race swung wide eyes up at her.

"Is that what you want?" Jean felt her son's dick lurch against her wrist. His balls got slightly warmer.

"Will you suck me, Auntie?" Oscar pleaded. His genitals reacted similarly.

Jean prayed that she would remember what she was learning before the enevitable effects of their clashing pheromones kicked in. She feared that when she inevitably succumbed to their playful regression, delight would wash her memory away.

"I wanna get sucked!" Race whined. He wanted at least what Oscar wanted.

"Now now, Race. Oscar is your guest. You should let him go first." Jean kissed her son's forehead. "Mommy promises to make it up to you later." It was a promise she had made to him before and had delivered on. Her left hand reached out for his bulging scrotum.

"Oh-kaay." Race pouted, but he really liked it when his mom's hand slid up from his heavy sack to his growing stem.

Jean bent her knees until they touched the hard, cold tiles of her kitchen's floor. It was littlest of sacrifices she would make that evening. She got a close view of their half-mast erections. Their balls were starting to enlarge, Jean thought, but the growth was too subtle to be sure.

Ms. Peralta opened her mouth and licked the underside of Oscar's prickhead, the most sensitive spot on a penis. His balls throbbed in her hand, and his dick twitched so hard its head bumped her lips. Jean swallowed the tip of his cock without thinking. She knew then, she was starting to lose control.

Oscar moaned. "Oooohhhh, Auntie."

Beside her, Race also groaned. Her hand pumped faster along his stiffening pole. Jean licked and sucked the tip of Oscar's dick. She had wanted to feel his testicles' reaction to stimulation at just the tip, but her head started bobbing on its own accord, sucking the boy's four, semi-hard inches into her mouth. Oscar's hips lurched, and his balls expanded like a heart which beat larger but without a shrinking downbeat. The surprising sensation in her hand thrilled Jean.

Oscar moaned happily without a hint of pain in his voice. He reached down and began to fondle Auntie's double C breasts. She grunted on the dick in her mouth. Sh grunted again when her son's hand groped her other tit and nipple.

Her hand worked fervently on Race's growing peter. She paused briefly to grip his balls, hoping he would think that she was pleasuring them in addition his cock. His groan of delight signaled his appreciation. His balls were only slightly larger than before her handjob.

The strong smell of the boys' sweaty groins made Jean wish she had a third hand. Her pussy was creaming with fluids in prepartion for what nature had evolved it to expect. It was tougher to think clearly. Before Jean lost the chance to compare, she pulled her head off of Oscar's nearly hard prick. "You boys have to share." She told them and promply gobbled up her son's cock, keeping her hand on Race's balls. After only a few sucking bobs of her head. Her son's scrotum stretched noticably from its enlarging contents.

Sexual stimulation was key. The more the boys were stimulated, the quicker their balls grew. Jean prayed that she would remember her important discovery. One of Jean's last deliberate efforts was to return to Oscar's cock and focus her mouth's attentions on it. She wanted to see what would happen if the boys were stimulated unequally. So much for sharing. She even slowed her hand on Race's erection.

If Race felt cheated, he didn't complain. Later, Jean would learn that her son was fantasizing about fucking her, while her hand jerked on his happy prick. When his balls continued to enlarge at the same rate as Oscar's, Jean worried that she had been wrong about her orginal discovery. Soon after that disappointment, Jean lost all worries. She began alternating whom she pleasured orally, switching sucking mouth from dick to dick. She slurped and gurgled all over them. Her hands were put to better use, stroking the other boy's spit slicked, full hardness. Occasionally she would pat or squeeze their enormous testicles. She wanted to get fucked so badly, but a small part of her pheromone drugged mind resisted the induced urge.

"Mommy?" Arnold grunted. She was in the middle of switching her head to Oscar's slightly shorter but jutting four plus inches. "My balls kinda hurt." They didn't ache much but were worth playing for sympathy.

"Oh no!" Jean looked up at her son, worried. She glanced to her right. "How are you feeling, Oscar?"

"GREAT!" The younger boy was hugging himself, delirious from the alternating sensation of getting sucked and jacked. His prick had trobbed hotly in her mouth and in her hand.

Jean assured her son, "Mommy's doing her best to make you cum, Honey. That'll take the hurt away."

Race's pain increased slightly as his balls stretched the flesh of their confines. At the same time, the incredible pleasures from his mother's hands and mouth and lips and tongue kept his overall suffering in check. In fact, his aching testes seemed to multiply the good feelings from his mother's fervent action. "Make me cum, Mommy." He begged.

"Me too, Auntie!" Oscar mewled.

A giggle tickled Jean's throat. They were so silly! She thought. "I will." Jean promised, after sucking her guest's pecker one last time. "But you have to play one last game."

"What?"

"Who can fill the most of their jar?" Jean turned her head to indicate the glassware on the table. Each boy grabbed a jar. Jean grabbed both dicks and stroked their shafts while she kissed and licked their stretched sacks. Her tongue felt that Oscar's scrotum was a little more pliable than her son's. Was that why he wasn't in pain? Did it matter? Jean's mind was mostly eager to make the two young cocks shoot a fountain of cum into glass receptacles. She felt powerful over them. "Cum for Mommy, Race. Oscar, cum for Auntie." Jean cooed and moaned like she was about to orgasm. How she wished they would make her cum!

"Oooh, Mommy- I think- I think I'm close-"

"Auntie, keep licking me! It feels so goood!"

Their pricks tensed up in Jean's hand. The boys, knowing their signs, placed the jars at their pee holes.

Jean's hands flashed swiftly. The saliva she had left on their pricks let her hands stroke fast without scorching them. "Auntie Mommy wants you to cum hard, sweeties. Can you do that for me?"

Oscar squealed like a little boy who unwrapped a present and found his favorite toy! His dick lurched in his Auntie's hand. The muscles wrapping his seminal bulb clenched like vice-grips, shooting his first load out through his meat whistle. Cum blasted into the open and splattered against the bottom of his canning jar.

Beside him, Race cried out. "MOMMMYYYY!!!!" He bucked his hips, and his cannon fired a huge blob of thick cum into his well aimed receptical.

Two spurting fountains spit and spit heavy globs of pure white semen. Five, six, seven- Jean lost count, wanting desperately to suck out their beautiful cum and swallow all of it! Their cum filled the small jars up to the first mark up from the base.

"How much did you make?" Oscar had never filled so much of his jar before.

Race didn't hear his friend. He was astonished by the thick, white fluid at the base of his jar. It had never looked like that nor had he produced so much! This cum was a miracle. "Mommy, you're wonderful!" It had to be because of her getting all sexy with him and Oscar.

"I'm so proud of you, Race!" Jean hugged her son's knees.

"Wow." Oscar looked at his competitor's jar. Both jars will filled the first line, but Race's was just slightly over it. He was really happy for Race. When they had jacked off earlier that afternoon, Oscar had felt sorry for Race's thin and small amount. He mixed it with his and dosed the flower, but he wondered if such weak cum would have any effect. Still, Oscar had to save face. "I bet if my mommy was sucking me, I'd cum more than you."

Race didn't care. He set down his jar carefully and bent forward to return his mommy's hug.

Oscar placed his jar on the table, feeling like a winner too. Auntie Jean had sucked and jacked him to a terrific cum! He didn't even feel left out of the hug. Soon he would be going home, and his shirt pocket held a sealed, plastic bag containing a little leftover of their earlier mix. He watched mother and son hug and kiss each other's cheeks. Looking down, Oscar peeked at his 'auntie's' naked sex. Below it, small drops of a clear fluid had leaked upon the tile floor. His tongue remembered licking his mother there and the pungent but exciting taste of her pussy juice. He wondered-

"Oscar? What are you doing?" Jean had been so engaged with her son, she was surprised when the other boy reached under her butt to finger her wet slit. He quickly pulled back his hand, at her question. Then he licked his wet finger! She repeated,"Oscar!"

It tasted different, but Oscar wanted more of the wonderful juice. "Auntie, can I please lick your pussy?"

"Hey!" Race immediately objected. "I won." He didn't know why anyone would actually want to lick a pussy, but this one was his mom's. She had been the prize last time. He wanted her to be his prize this time!

Jean had no control remaining over her desires. She could hardly speak after Oscar's request. Only the chance that the boys might fight over her, a possibility that made her cunt hotter, allowed her a voice. "You're right, Race. And Oscar lost." She cleared her throat before uttering the craziest thing that she had ever said. "Oscar has to get me ready for you."

"Huh?" The boys didn't understand.

Why waste words when one could show and get started at the same time? Jean sat out of her crouch and lay her back across the cold, hard floor. She was so hot, where didn't matter. A glacier would have melted under her body. "Lick my juices, Oscar. Get me ready for Race." She told the younger boy. Jean spread her legs to offer her glistening sex for him.

"WOW!" Oscar dived down, eager to suck on Auntie's beautiful, wet pussy!

"Get ready?" Race was confused. He didn't like the idea that his young friend was about to lick his mother's furry hole.

"I want to be nice and clean for you, Race, when you stick your cock in Mommy's pussy."

Race's post-orgasm penis had relaxed somewhat, but it jerked up solidly when he heard the prize he had actually won! "You mean I can fuck you?"

"Oh, Honey, Mommy needs you fuck me!" Jean growled at her astonished boy. She patted Oscar's cheek as his face dived between her legs.

Of course, The younger boy also wanted to fuck his auntie, but Oscar was a good sport and more than content to suck and lick on her oozing red slit framed by rust colored hair. He used both hands to spread her weeping vulva. It looked like a passionate flower.

"Don't pressure him, Race." Jean warned. "Oscar needs to work hard to drink every drop of my pussy juice." She added, "It's only fair to let him drink all he wants." She hinted, "He can suck on my clit to make more juice."

"But Mom-" Race whined.

"Shh! You can suck on Mommy's titties while you wait." Normally, Jean would have felt scandalous for acting like an utter whore to her son and his younger friend. Except, she was too lost in lust and affection for them. She lifted the breast closest to Race and aimed it's dark, pointed nipple at him.

Race not only sucked her taut nipple into his mouth he began groping both of his mother's tits. Oscar glued his lips to the moist slit eagerly awating his ministrations. Auntie's hair tickled his cheeks and nose when he stuck out his tongue and licked up the wet groove. Jean trembled from the boy's mouth action. I deserve this, she thought crazily, for helping out Holly and Carol.

The kitchen's tile floor and linoleum countertops echoed the boy's slurps, licks, and gurgles. The refrigertor compressor kicked in with a slight clank and a sigh. Oscar wanted the hot groove of Auntie's sex to make lots more juice. Jean gushed when Oscar nibbled on her clit. Her hips lurched and fresh cunt lube seeped out. He lapped it triumphantly!

Race's cock throbbed with need, but sucking on his mom's more than modest titties helped to pacify him. Jean noticed that his balls were growing again, and she instinctively took her son's pliable cock in hand and stroked. He groaned, but his shaft was still recovering from his first orgasm. At the same time, Oscar pushed his tongue into Jean's vagina. He wanted to get at the source of her strange but exciting flavor.

"OHH!" She cried out, breasts jolting under her son's hands. "You made me cum!" She almost specified Oscar, but thought better of excluding Race. "That was wonderful, Oscar! Now hug me." Jean held out an arm. "It's Race's turn."

"Yes, Auntie." The younger boy licked his lips and crawled forward on the cold floor into her open arm. He latched his pussy drenched face against the nearest tit and suckled. His mouth wanted to drink all the jucies!

"Oh, Momma!" Race squealed and ducked down between his mother's legs, happy to trade her firm, jiggling titties for pussy. His dick slipped out of his mom's soft grasp, and he planted the length of it along her well licked and sucked vulva, rubbing it through the length of those hairy lips.

Jean's whole body shook from the change of stimulations. Her son's cock felt so much larger when he rubbed her groove like that. She did think then to check Oscar's scrotum. It was stretched by the two expanded orbs within. "Are either of you hurting?" She looked from Oscar to Race.

"A little, Mommy." Race's pain wasn't worse than a pinched cheek, but he liked the attention his mother gave.

"You'll feel better when you put it in me, Baby."

Oscar ignored them, using Auntie's wonderful breasts to soothe his jealousy.

Race lifted his hips and slipped his dickhead down his mother's sex. Her crotch jolted at being spread. She groaned, almost annoyed that he was taking so long. She needed dick! Was he nervous? "You want Mommy to help?"

Actually, Race had read a story about a boy who seduced his mother by teasing her. He was having fun playing with her like a human toy. "No, Mommy, I got this." He dipped his prickhead into her, parting the slit. Then he clenched his groin, and his dick popped out!

"Aaa!" Jean squealed. "Please, Baby, stick it in deep!" She tried to grab the teasing pecker, but he pushed her hand away. "No, Mommy, you made me wait. It's only fair."

His mother keened in frustration. She tried to finger her burgeoning clitoris, but again her son denied her. She had to console herself with Oscar's focused efforts to suck milk out of her tits. Jean grabbed and jerked on his hard cock - anything to expend her incredible arousal!

"Auntie!" Oscar broke from his feasting. He smiled happily. "Thank you!"

"Kiss me, Sweetie." Jean told her young guest. Maybe that would make her son jealous. She rubbed the boy's hard little cock faster. His lips met hers, and she could taste the barest flavor of her cunt juice on his tongue when she thrust her tongue into his mouth!

"Mmmmbb!" Oscar gurgled in surprise.

Race almost pouted, but he guessed that his mother was trying to provoke him. He would have continued to tease her, but the ache in his nut sack was growing. He had to soothe it with the means available. As a result, Jean's attempt to made her son jealous succeded in an unexpected way. "I'm gonna fuck you, Mommy!" Race thrust his hard dick down. It pierced her outer lips and abruptly jammed against her groin, missing her inner opening by an inch!

Mother and son yelped!

"Auntie!" Oscar pulled away out of concern for her and his friend.

"I'm sorry, Mommy!" Race groaned.

"It's okay, Baby. You were trying to make me your bitch. Mommy understands." Jean knew the pain of their collision had hurt her son far more than her. "You can do it, Race. Be a little more careful. Teach Mommy a good lesson for not giving you her full attention." In opposition to her confession, Jean's hand stroked Oscar's prick even faster.

"Ooohh, Auntie."

Race saw that his mommy was playing a new kind of game, where they were teasing each other. He liked it! But now it really was time to make her his bitch. His balls were stretching his sack to its limit! He fisted his cock and slid down her groove to find the tight dimple within. That must be the place! If not, then it would hurt again, but this time he was ready for the sharp pain. His aching balls were non-negotiable.

When her son's cock thrust deep into her sex, Jean wailed, "Yes, fuck me, Race! Fuck Mommy hard!" Race immediately pistoned his prick like a steam engine boiling over with lust. His heavy balls spanked his mommy's ass, hurting him more than her, but he was inside his mother's body, probing deep and fiercely. It was the most amazing sensation in all of his fifteen years. He bucked hard cock in and out of his mom's wet cunt. Despite Oscar's best efforts, Jean's pussy was drenched in slick fluids. Her son's peter slipped through her cunt's tight embrace like a well oiled machine. "Mommy, I'm fucking you!"

"Oh, Baby, you're fucking Mommy so GOOOD!"

Oscar giggled at the silly way that his friend and Auntie Jean talked. As long as Auntie's hand kept pumping on his stiff boner, he was happy to keep sucking on her tits and biting her nipples. "Ow!" She yipped, and he giggled again.

"I'm yours, boys. Use me in ways that thrill you. I'll be your mommy and auntie whore!" Jean jerked the younger boy's prick and she humped her cunt against her son's pounding thrusts. "I want you both to cum like never before!"

Her buried sense of reason warned about the chance of getting pregnant. She wasn't on the pill, and she was too far gone, loving how her son's naked prick plumbed her sex, to tell him to pull out before cumming. A single mother by choice, she understood the responsibilities and ramifications of having another child, but her deluded mind twisted that serious outcome into a special kind of lure.

"Mommy needs all your cum, Race."

"I'm gonna cum a lot, Mommy!" The young man's excited mother squirmed deliciously beneath him, and the searing tightness of her cuntal passage molded around his deeply imbedded prick. He delivered cock deep and straight, flexing his groin as his hips thrust fore and back. He could hardly contain his glee! He thrilled from his mother's groans of pleasure resounding through the kitchen. Her beg for his cum pushed him to the edge. He had wanted more than anything to fuck his lovely mother, and now he was doing it! Fucking his mom right in front of a friend was even hotter! It gave him a profound sense of mastery, plunging his hard prick in and out of Oscar's 'auntie.'

Jean's hips met her son's, stroke for stroke. Just as her energized clit couldn't handle another smack of flesh, Race hollered, "OH MOOMMMYYY!!!" His prick lunged into her all the way up to his enormous balls. Liquid warmth flooded into her innermost recess. Jean's nervous system exploded! Bursts of light and cannon roars ripped through her head. She cried out in extreme ecstasy. "RAACCCCEEE!!!!"

Fortunately she let go of Oscar's throbbing cock before her orgasm convulsed her muscles. Otherwise, she might have squeezed the blood out of it. Oscar had been close to cumming himself, but watching his friend and auntie cum was so amazing, his own orgasm was put on pause. "WOW!" Was the only word to describe the way that Race's teenage pelvis had slammed into his mother's groin and had plucked orgasms from both. Their bodies arched in opposite directions from their furnace like point of contact.

Race felt his mother lurch beneath him each time his skewering prick spurted a hot glob of cum against her cervix. The capacity of his semenal bulb felt bottomless as it surged five, eight, nine times inside his mother's churning well. Thick, white cum oozed out from around his dick.

"Oh, Baby, I've never felt so much inside me, before!" Jean reached her hands to her son's head and lifted her shoulders from the floor. She had to crane her neck but she managed to reach his lips with hers. They kissed hotly. Tongues met and danced as their bodies twitched and shuddered.

"Wow." Oscar had trouble closing his mouth. "That was awesome." His hard dick flexed unconsciously. His right hand picked up were Auntie's had left off, jerking his pecker, frantic to join the orgasm parade.

A stab of guilt wrested Jean's thoughts to little Oscar. She had left him high and dry. And her sex crazed mind could only think of one way to make up for abandoning his pleasure. She told her son, "Race, you made me cum like crazy, but now it's Oscar's turn." She kissed him in advance for obeying her.

"Golly, you want me to fuck you?" Oscar nearly came all over his speeding hand.

"I want you to cum inside of me." Jean answered. "You're almost there, right?"

Race wasn't sold on the idea of letting anyone, even a good friend, cum into his mommy, but his age regressed mind was predisposed to obey her. He accepted her request with aplomb. "Go on, Oscar." He pulled his still hard and pulsing peter out of his mother's quivering cunt. It plopped out wet and warm. He crawled over to her side, to make room for his friend. "It's your turn."

Oscar was too excited to stop jerking himself while he scrambled between his auntie's legs and fit his prick head into her cum weeping vulva. The scalding sensation of spreading her cunt lips with his prick nearly sent him over the edge.

"Stuff it in, Honey, all the way." Jean gasped.

An ecstatic grunt erupted from Oscar's delighted face when he hunched his crotch forward and plunged the length of his hard, young cock into his auntie's filled snatch. Cum sprayed out around his eager prick as it pressed through Race's incredible load. The rich sensation of thick cream and hot cunt stroking his shaft thrilled the boy beyond his control.

Many would say, the moment his semenal bulb fired its ordinance into a sucking pussy, Oscar's virginity departed along with the thick load his balls had produced. Yet there are some who would argue, without a thorough rogering, his innocence was mostly uncompromised. Oscar's mind was only concerned with the incredible act of shooting nearly as much cum into his auntie as his friend had. His crotch muscles spasmed six times, launching glob after thick glob through his flesh embedded meat cannon.

Jean gasped, and her body flinched from Oscar's single assault into her cum drenched puss. She clenched her son's hands, but the abrupt explosion of fresh, hot cum surprised her. Oscar hadn't completed a full stroke before his four plus inches burst the contents of his cram-packed bulb into the load of cum already filling her cunt. "Ohh, Oscar!" She cooed, loving every spurt that blended into the mix. Nearly half of their combined deposits were forced out around the invading prick. Cum poured from her cunt and dripped onto the tile floor. A final orgasm shot up from Jean's loins, her cry of pleasure no match for Oscar's wild howl of joy!

"AUNTIEE!" The younger boy yelled and collapsed on top of her.

Race hugged his mother's right side. He eyed her tits as one might when contemplating dessert. His friend's head rested between them. His mother had swooned and lay panting, her eyes staring empty at the ceiling.

The three lost track of time while their bodies and minds recovered. Eventually, the cold floor chilled their heat. Jean rose up and collected the boys. She took them into her room and put them in her bed. Oscar fell back to sleep the instant she covered him with bedclothes. "How are you feeling?" She whispered to her son.

He knew she was asking about his balls. "Okay." The pain was gone, but his scrotum was the only part of his body that wasn't still delirious with pleasure. They kissed, but just as she was getting into bed beside him, her phone complained with loud chirps.

"Hello?" If the caller hadn't been Carol, Jean wouldn't have answered.

"How's my son?" Concern suffused Carol's first words.

"Sleeping."

Awkwardness replaced the caller's voice. "How, um, did things - go?"

Jean sighed. "I'm still trying to remember it all. Let me write it down, and I'll submit a report." She was only half kidding.

"I didn't mean to press. Uh, how are you?"

"I'm not sure - still woozy. You might want to pick up Oscar before their batteries recharge."

"I'm waiting at the curb. I'll be right up." Carol ended her call and dashed out of her car.

Jean laughed lightly, remembering how she had lied about driving Oscar home.

"What's funny, Mom?" Race whispered.

"Me, Honey. You have a very silly mommy." Jean realized that she remembered pretty much everything, before and after getting erotically bushwhacked by the boys' combined pheromones. Her report would be complete and hopefully very helpful to Dr. Vassarkik.

After waking Oscar and helping him dress, Jean presented the boy to his mother at the front door.  Jean returned quietly to her room, Race nearly asleep. She sat at her dresser and wrote out every detail of their experience. She would grill Race later, for his perspective of their amazing evening with Oscar. She climbed into bed beside her wonderful, motherfucking son and drifted towards dreamland.

"Mom?"

Jean roused from her after sex, sleepy glow. "Huh?"

"Can, um, I do it again?"

Though drowsy, Jean felt more like herself, adult and responsible. "Are you hurting?"

"No." Race chose to be honest. His disappointment was palpable. He resigned himself to the next time Arnold or Oscar visited.

"Okay." Jean squeaked. She couldn't believe her decision, but now that their final incest barrier had been battered down, why should she deny herself the incredible pleasure which her son could give?

"REALLY!"

"Shhh." She hissed out of guilt accompanying her desire. "You're fifteen, Race. I expect you to start acting like it."



...to be continued...



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Chapter 9

Oscar returned to his room and discovered the fake flower vase on his desk. He sought out his mother. She was sitting up, legs resting across living room couch, accessing the research forum with her laptop. His father was in the kitchen making Indian curries for dinner. Oscar held out the vase and flower, frowning. "Don't you want it?"

Carol closed her laptop with a self-conscious snap. "Oh, Oscar." She looked at the flower. It glistened as if dew had formed on the petals. Gulping slowly, her eyes met her youngest son's. "It was looking a little, um, tired when I put it on your desk. Did you just freshen it?"

"Yes, Momma." Oscar's eyes widened. Had she wanted him to daub it with more mixed cum? Is that why she had put it on his desk?

"That's very sweet of you." Carol swallowed again. "Er, why don't you put it on the table. It'll look nice there while we eat."

"Okay." That seemed like an odd place. Oscar worried about how the smell would affect his dad and brother. Maybe his mom would take the flower with her after supper. He shuffled into the dining room and placed next to her table setting.

Carol was curious about the same thing. After they had played their game of birds and bees, she remembered Jeffery's uncharacteristic timidness. He had been in the flower's proximity long enough to have been effected. She also recalled her husband's unexpected lack of an erection that night. There was a disconcerting chance that male reactions to the combined pheromones of boys like Oscar were less than pleasant.

In fact, both Jeffery and Ricardo mentioned the flower's strange odor during dinner. She countered. "Don't hurt Oscar's feelings. It's a gift from the heart. I don't smell anything, and I don't see how either of you could. It's polyester." She blamed the blending curry smells instead of revealing the truth.

Her husband was an accomplished, hobby chef. Dinner was actually very delicious. Once Carol had eaten her fill, she asked about dessert.

Her husband shrugged, looking down at his half-eaten plate of food. He had been picking at it with a spoon for the past five minutes.

Jeffery ate slowly, taking small bites after long seconds. He acted as if his food had lost all flavor.

"Well, I want some dessert!" Carol proclaimed with half a giggle. "What would you like, Oscar?"

"ICE CREAM, Mommy!" The boy banged his fist on the table. His father and brother flinched as if they had been threatened. Both curled inward on their chairs, avoiding Oscar's presence.

"Race you to the refrigerator." Carol leaped out of her chair. She got there a second before her youngest.

"You cheated, Mommy." Oscar pouted. "It's not fair if you don't warn anyone." He looked back at the table. His dad and brother looked very sad in their chairs. "What's wrong with them?"

Carol fetched a unopened pint of peanut butter chocolate ice cream and put it on the counter. "Nothing, Honey. They're just tired." She took a pair of bowls and spoons from a cupboard. Frowing at the bowls, she grabbed the frosted, pint container and gave the spoons to Oscar. "We don't need to eat around those sourpusses." She nearly skipped, leading her youngest out of the kitchen, past the moping men, and into the master bedroom. Her free hand grabbed the vase along her way.

"Golly!" Oscar always felt a little anxious in his parent's room. Not that he and Jeffery didn't regularly scour the contents to learn what they could about their parents' private lives. When his mom sat on her bed and patted the space next to her, he gawked a second time. "But we're not suppose to eat in bed."

"Shh." She set the fake flower on her nightstand. "I won't tell, if you don't."

Oscar giggled and bounded up to the bed. He grabbed her into a hug. The spoons in his hands clattered behind her. His mother ripped the lid off and tore away the seal. They enjoyed stabbing their untensils into the not too soft dessert, offering spoonfuls to each other. They hugged between swallows, and when the container was empty, they fell back on the bed, kissing madly.

In the dining room, Ricardo Hughes looked sideways at his older son. "We shouldn't bother them." Glee filled laughter sounded from the far room.

"No, Dad. Oscar might get upset." Jeffery agreed.

Flesh meeting flesh smacked fervently down the hall. Glee turned to passionate outbursts punctuating drawn out moans. At one point, Carol Hughes squealed like stuck pig, snorting and grunting, "Harder, Oscar, Harder!" and "Mommy's cumming!" and "Oooo, I can't believe you're still filling me."

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A few days later, in an evening after school, the boys chatted online. Oscar hesitated to detail his and Race's success with Ms. Peralta, but Race eagerly claimed that he finally got his mom's pussy. He didn't implicate his young friend, though.

"My mom's real different now." Oscar typed, wanting to be as bold as Race. "The cum mix is working great!"

"How so?" Arnold was starving for information.

"Where's Jeffery?" Race interrupted.

"He said he didn't care anymore. I think he's jealous."

"Yeah." Race agreed. "He was blowing wind about his chances of getting blown by his mom."

"Who wouldn't be jealous?" Arnold agreed. "Oscar, what's your mom doing for you?"

"Well" He typed slowly. "She let me eat ice cream on her bed."

"Aw, that's boring."

"I think he wanted to say that he ate out his mom on her bed." Race didn't hesitate to expose his younger friend's habits.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Oscar blushed at the family computer. He was a little angry too, because Race had already admitted to full sex. Oscar suddenly typed, "And then I fucked her!"

The chatroom stalled for nearly two minutes.

"Me too, guys." Arnold finally admitted. "But Mom hasn't changed after doing it." He muttered. "Dad kinda did..."

Race refrained from mentioning that his mother was between his legs, sucking on his dick and fondling his massive balls. "We need to get you a fresh mix."

Jean pulled her mouth off of her son's hard prick. She had been glancing at the screen when she could twist her neck enough. "Now, Race. We agreed that the other moms have to make their own decisions."

"I'll catch a bus right over."

Race confessed, "Sorry, Arnold. I promised to help Mom this evening."

"Oscar, you're father away, but I'll do it." Arnold tried again.

"Gosh. I want to, but that would be too late." Oscar's father and brother had been going to bed earlier each night. He and his mom had the best times when they had full run of their large house, Jeffery's and the master bedroom excluded.

"Don't leave me hanging." Arnold pleaded.

Race made an empty promise. "We won't."

"We'll be in touch." Oscar signed off. Poor Arnold, he thought. He would have given his languishing friend some of his mix, but he'd used the last of it yesterday. Each dose on the flower lasted two or three days at best. His mom had taken to covering the flower with a plastic bag to seal in freshness. But it also let her recover from its effects.

When his brother and father recovered, they acted as if they had been dreaming. Neither of the impotent males had confronted the young boy nor his mother about their obvious, willful transgressions.


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When the mothers arranged their next meeting in person, at Holly's home, they brought their sons but bade them to play outside until the meeting had ended.

"Look at you!" Holly watched her friends gobble coffee cake and suck down full mugs of hot brew. "You two ate the cat and the canary!"

"We won't pressure you." Jean was sincere. She believed there wouldn't be a need to.

"Girls," Carol admonished. "We're here to share what we've learned - before presenting it to the good and perverted doctor."

"And it's not like you haven't tasted the forbidden fruit."

Holly blushed and angered. "Fuck you."

"Does that mean you want to call the boys in right now?" Jean smirked from the catbird seat.

"Please, Jean!" Carol tried again. "Tell us what you learned."

"Sorry." Race's mother took a breath. "It seems as if the pain our sons were experiencing was due to overstretched scrotums."

"We already know that." Holly partially succeeded in removing bitterness from her voice.

"Except, the truth is, we didn't need to be so alarmed by it."

"Hey, my boy was in serious pain. He wasn't kidding." Arnold's mother had become incredibly grateful to Carol for racing to suck off her son.

"Yes, we did the right thing, but we missed what was really happening."

"Okay, Detective Smartass," Carol chuckled. "What WAS really happening?"

"The scrotum is just skin." Jean explained. "When skin is stretched, it grows."

"You mean like some of those fake penis enlargement ads?"

"Or circumcision reversal frauds?"

Before answering, Jean was somewhat surprised by her friend's knowledge of cock enhacement. "Yeah. Our boys were in pain because their scrotums didn't get the message from their weird genetics to accomodate their enlarged testes. They were already stretched. Scrotums can handle a lot of change, just not the tangerines our boys get when their sperm competion response kicks in.

"You're saying that their traits didn't fully prepare our sons for their special, um, gift."

"We're lucky that skin stretches, or their special arousal might have seriously injured them."

Holly gasped happily, "You're also saying that, over time, because stretched skin grows, their ball sacks have gotten big enough to handle the extra load."

"Precisely!"

The women dug out new helpings of coffee cake, and Holly made another pass with a fresh pot of coffee. She sat down and asked, "What did you learn, Carol?"

"That it's pretty much the end of the world."


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"Mommy? Why can't we all take one car?" Arnold pouted in the front seat while his mother drove with one hand and jerked on his hard prick with the other. "Ain't that s'pose to be more eco-friendly?"

"Don't say, ain't. Say, isn't, Honey." Holly fought the effect of the boys' combined pheromones. The women had been quick to separate the boys, but some of the molecules must have clung to her son's clothes. "And I already told you the reason. We'll need our cars after we see the doctor."

Carol's message of doom sparked a memory in Holly of her husband. After Arnold presented a flower to her, and she had succumbed to it's power, Gavin had acted listless all evening. He fell asleep as soon they went to bed. At the time, she was grateful, not sure that she could make love to him after her amazing experience with Arnold. Driving as efficiently as possible to Dr. Vassarkik, her husband's voice echoed in her head. "That flower smells really weird. Arnold must have plucked it from a garbage bin!"


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Selim Vassarkik had lost a bit of weight in the last few weeks, but that hadn't been her goal. She had been masturbating so frequently, she rarely ate more than one meal a day. When she wasn't absorbed at work, she was wholly absorbed with her vibrator and a mask coated with samples of Arnold's, Oscar's, and Race's preserved cum. She counted herself lucky. Without her personal passion to solving the mystery of 1473:819:84115, she might have left her apartment only to refill her supply of mixed cum.

In a short time, she had abused her clitoris so much it started to hurt. A sore vulva helped Selim to finally get a grip on her desires. She put herself on a strict schedule of work and play and mostly managed to stick to it. When the phone rang, she was sitting down to a bowl of tofu ramen and vegetables. Having lost twenty pounds, the previously lazy eater was motivated towards a healthier diet. Her only regret was, little of the lost weight had come from her ass and tits. They were as bulbous as ever. She picked up the phone and heard the signal that indicated someone was at the apartment entrance. "Hello?"

"Doctor? It's Jean Peralta. We have to talk with you, right now."

"Is this an emergency?"

"In the - short term - no." Jean answered haltingly.

"I'm eating dinner. Can you come back?"

"Um, we could try." Jean guaged the boys who had resumed a game of tag they had begun before being driven apart in separate vehicles. The women might not last much longer around them. "Actually, it probably is an emergency."

"Why come here instead of the clinic? There's a twenty four hour nurse who can summon one of the other, practicing research doctors."

"Because you're the only one who might be able to handle the truth."

The women had discovered something new. Elation sprang through Selim's neurons. She punched into her phone the unlock code for the main entrance.

When the women arrived at her door, Selim grimaced warily. "You brought the boys?"

Arnold, Race, and Oscar barreled into the room, falling on the carpet and rolled like teen sized barrels. Jean snapped at them. "Two minute timeout, boys." She pointed. "Wall. Now." The boys pouted and whined, but they went to the wall and stood apart.

Carol strode up to the Doctor, ignoring Selim's concern at the boys' presence. "This is a large apartment building." Carol asked bluntly. "Which of the men living here has been making unwelcome passes at you?"

"What?" The doctor had been expecting information not questions. "That's very personal-"

"Name one, Doctor." Carol could speak forcefully during an emergency. "We can't run our experiment without one."

"Experiment? I thought you were bringing results."

"This discovery is best demonstrated. If you think getting aroused by a mix of special boy cum is incredible, wait until you see this."

The excitement of an unorthodox experiment was one of the few lusts which surpassed Selim's erotic nature. "Carl Habersmidt," She looked away from the women and boys. "That asshole groped me on the elevator a few days ago, but don't mess with him. He like a lumberjack on coke, strong and likely to snap." Selim shook her head. "I'll think of someone else."

"What's his apartment number?" Carol didn't hesitate. "He's perfect."

"It's too dangerous."

"Apartment number." Holly stepped up. She had seen the signs of the apocalypse in her husband, but hadn't understood their gravity until Carol spelled it out less than an hour ago.

Selim stepped back from the two determined women. "319."

"Ladies?" Carol spun on her high heels like a high class call girl. "With me." She abruptly exited the apartment, an arrowhead backed by powerful kinetic force.

Jean told the boys, "You come along. Single file. Don't touching anything."

Carol was already knocking on 319 when the last boy exited the doctor's home, immediately followed by the doctor.

"Yeah?" A olive skinned man, possibly Greek, stood like a statue of Hercules in his open doorway. His eyes zeroed in on Carol's large bust. He grinned at her impressive mounds.

"My friend say's you're the kinkiest man in this pile of house boxes. Have you got the balls to get fucked by three women while their kids watch?"

"Did George put you up to this?" He growled. "Those guys couldn't handle fantasies of the things I've done. I'm not biting, sweet peaches, but come back alone, and I'll leave teethmarks where they hurt most."

"They're serious, Carl." Selim stepped into view but out of his reach behind Jean and Holly.

Carol didn't have time to convince the lummox. She began unbuttoning her blouse. "Come on, Bitches. The big man needs visual stimulation."

"Mommy, Mommy, can I watch?" Oscar tried to squeeze between the women blocking his way to the door frame.

"You'll get your turn, Honey." Holly pushed him back while working to reveal her bra."

Carl Habersmidt blinked. What drugs were these mother hens high on? Did he want to know, or did he want to get fucked? "Alright ladies, you and your kids can come in, but they have to stay in the bathroom, until I'm satified dat dis ain't a joke.

"Selim will make sure the boys won't bother us." Jean pushed passed the huge man, already working to release her bra. Inside the manly apartment, clothes were strewn everywhere. The carpet probably hadn't been vacummed in a month, and a mix of sweat and mold fouled the air.

With everyone inside, the cautious but stupid male closed the door. "I didn't lock it. So you can't accuse me of kidnapping." He gaped and gulped, two of the three attractive women, who were far sexier than that bitch doctor, were already topless and the first one was unzipping her skirt. "Fuck me." He scratched where his coarse hair had begun to recede.

"That's the idea." Carol looked up from her busy hands and let her skirt drop to the floor. She felt slightly embarrassed by the boring panties she had put on. The sexy ones were still in the wash, having been soaked in cum over the last few days. She doubted it mattered.

"Mommy's getting naked in front of the strange man." Arnold giggled at Holly's bare breasts.

"Hush. Just watch for now." His mother told him.

Selim remained beside the door, observing as objectively as she could, which she knew was not at all. A thin smile spread over her mouth as she began to decipher her groper's reactions.

"Now that we're past suspicions, let's not rush." Carol sidled up to Carl and rubbed her tits on his wifebeater.

"Sure." But the man wasn't past his suspicions. "Is this where you stab me?" He tried to make it sound like a joke.

"Didn't your mother tell you how sex works, and who stabs whom?" Holly wriggled her shoulders to jiggle her tits in Carl's direction. She was more than happy to pull down her panties and pants at the same time, but she stopped upon exposing her hairy pubis.

"Gods, this can't be for real." Carl heaved air in and out of his lungs. Something large was poking out from behind his trousers.

"That looks pretty real to me." Carol wagged her eyebrows at her friends.

Jean surprised herself. Wearing sweatpants and nothing else, she closed in on the man and patted his bulge. "I think we got ourselves something special, Bitches." She stuck out her tongue and licked the disgusting man's ear.

Holly completed the circle around Carl, rubbing her tits across his back. She took his hand and planted it on her crotch. "Feel any stabby bits here?"

"Fuck, you babes really are-" A grin the size of Texas cut off his sentence. His deep breaths quickened.

Carol moved his other free hand to her left tit. "Grope this, you big hunk of testosterone."

Up until then, Carl had been as careful as he could, in case this was a trap, but his limited self-control fell over a cliff. His hand mauled the offered tit and cunt. He grunted a laugh. Holly and Carol simply grunted through fake smiles. Carl did think to ask, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because, Selim dared us." Holly extemporized. "After you showed her how manly you were, recently in the elevator, we knew we had to get some of your hotness for ourselves." She rubbed his hand on her thatch of pubic hair.

Carl's heavy breathing began to slow. Something wasn't right. Women don't just bring their kids to an orgy. He should be enjoying the tit in one of his paws and the pussy in his other, a lot more than he was. The word, disrespect dredged up into his conscience. And the boys. They way the gawked and glared, Carl felt partly exposed, vulnerable even.

"Hey, Cunts." Jean felt the stiff bulge in Carl's pants begin to soften. "We better hurry, or the big man might cum in his pants." She worked at his belt buckle.

"Make sure you cum inside me, Carl." Carol begged into his left ear.  From behind, Holly begged into the other. "Me first, you sizzling side of beef."

"I-I'll fuck, um, all of you like there's - no tomorrow." Carl countered, but he found himself short of breath. He had to think hard, to talk aloud in front of the boys, as if they were somehow intimidating him.

Selim's eyebrows raised in recognition. This muscle bound rape machine was doubting himself, even as three attractive women threw themselves at him. This was the effect they wanted to demonstrate. Dr. Vassarkik's trained mind kicked into overdrive, considering the ramifications.

"Hey, don't kick me!" Arnold yelped at Oscar. "Mommy!"

"Why are you just standing there?" Oscar looked as if he might cry. "Our mommies are doing naughty things with that man. Don't they love us anymore?"

Race grimaced. "That's not right." In defiance of his mother's strict orders, he strode forward and called. "Hey you, big dummy!" Race raised a small fist. "You're not good enough for my mommy."

"Yeah!" Arnold shouted and took a step in the same direction.

Each mother felt Carl flinch at the Race's declaration. He hemmed an hawwed, "I thought they were just going to watch."

"That's what we told them." Jean explained, "But when they get upset, they want to protect their mommies more than anything."

Carol bit her lip for effect. "The truth is, our sons own us."

Holly added to her friend's improvised 'splainer. "Our boys told us to tease the fuck out of you, so they would get all fired up and take us for themselves." She spoke more truthfully than she knew. Each of the three boy's could feel their balls growing inside their pants. This man was their competition, and he wasn't any kind of friend. In fact, the doctor had described him like an enemy.

"Hey-" Carl sounded defensive, "I don't like where this is going. Maybe you better leave."

Jean felt his semi-hard penis soften further. "It's not like you could stick this sad excuse for a hardon in any of our holes." She finished unbuckling him and quickly pulled down his zipper. With a grimace, she reached into his boxers and fetched out about four inches of shrinking cock. It was fatter than Oscar's but about the same length. "Look at this, girls. Would any of you want this inside of you?"

"Hell no!" Holly erupted. "Arnold, come and comfort Mommy. I can't do this any more." She turned away from Carl and grabbed the back of the man's stained couch. Bending over, she aimed her naked puss for her son's easy access.

Carol was even more daring. She told Carl, "Don't move a muscle, muscle head." She took one of his beefy arms for stability and told her son, "Oscar, take down Mommy's panties and use me like a good, mommy slut."

Carl saw fire burning in the two summoned sons' eyes. He gulped but didn't dare to escape the weak woman's grip. "Don't you want to maybe suck me?" He pleaded with Jean, fighting to retain some dignity as his willpower dimished faster than his fading erection.

Jean grinned up at the tall but trembling figure. "That's the first smart thing you've said, Carl. You're just a little mixed up about who is going to do the sucking." She looked at Race. "It's okay, Baby. Mommy will never tease you like this again. I think you should punish me for teasing you at all." Before gripping Carl's other arm for balance, she pulled out his belt and tossed it at her son's feet. With anxious, tight lips, she pushed out her butt. She'd never been belted before, but Jean, during some of her pre-mommy-slut trysts, had enjoyed light spankings.

Selim felt horror creeping in her chest. Without a single, credible threat, the lust driven Carl slowly capitulated to the women's demands. He began to weep as the boys took up positions requested by their mothers. Carl looked left and right, unable to escape the three scornful women and their scary sons. "I don't like this. Please, go, and uh leave me alone."

"Hush, Carl. Don't distract our sons with your sniveling."

"I'm sorry." The man blubbered.

Carol felt Oscar's young hands pulling at her big, white panties. He got them half down her thighs before opening his fly and pulling out his dick. He wasn't the first to penetrate his mother with a lustful thrust. Arnold was already banging his mommy's hot cunt from behind.

SNAP!

"OWW!" Jean yelped. Although Race was using only half of the belt, he managed to swat her more painfully than expected. He had been keen enough to draw down her panties before striking. "I'm sorry, Baby!"

SNAP!

"Ow! Teach Mommy not to tease you ever again."

"I will, Mommy. I'll spank you real hard." Race frowned. He didn't really want to spank his mother, but each time he lashed her, his dick lurched in his pants. What he really wanted was to spank his meat in and out of his mother's wet cunt!

SNAP!

"Aaaa!" Jean gasped. "Thank you, Master Race. Teach your mommy-slut good and hard!"

Selim flinched each time she heard Jean's outcry. She couldn't believe what was happening in a stranger's apartment. No wonder the women had insisted on demonstrating the power of their sons' combined pheromones. If this giant of masculinity could fall so easily, would any man be safe?

The horror in her throat refused to pass. Every man in the world would be at these boys' mercy when two or more boys came together. And there were thousands of these boys all over the world. An awful question plagued her. Was the genetic trait, 1473:819:84115, dominant or recessive? She feared the worst. She also knew that she would soon join in the ecapades already smothering her mind with lust.

After eleven strokes against his mommy's red striped ass, Race threw down the belt and dropped his pants. "Mommy, I want to make you feel good!"

"Come, Baby. I promise I'll never tease you like this again. Take me, Race. Love me. Use me. I don't care. I just want to be yours."

Carl couldn't stop trembling, and his dick had shrunk to its smallest size, about three inches. Erect, he could boast nearly seven and as thick as an axe handle. Yet there he stood, trying to obey a woman's command to stand still, but he just couldn't stop trembling. Tears seeped out of his closed eyes.

The boys cried out lustfully as they plunged their hard cocks in and out of their mommies' pussies. They grabbed and squeezed: tits, nipples, ass cheeks, noses, ears. Arnold even bit the back of his mother's neck. "I love you, Mommy."

"Fuck me, Arnold, fill me with your seed!" Holly begged. "I don't care if you put a baby in me. I need your cum!"

Carol, hearing Holly's plea, felt suddenly wistful. It wouldn't be fair if Holly got pregnant. "Make sure you cum deep into Mommy's hole, Oscar."

"Spank me and breed me, Race. Don't let Mommy go a single day without your sperm filling me."

Three hard dicks got incredibly harder when their owners' heard their mothers begging them to get them pregnant! "Yeah, Mommy, I'll fuck all my cum into you from now on."

"I want to put a baby in you too!" Arnold cried.

"OOOHH- MOMMIEEE!! I'm cumming!!" Oscar was the first to blow his load of thick spunk into his mommy's womb that day.

When all three mothers had been filled to the brim with their son's incestuous seed, they lay on the dirty carpet and raised their legs over their head. Carl had slumped to the carpet, unable to think clearly or make decisions. He curled up, hoping that none of the boys would notice him.



[AUTHOR'S NOTE: in the next and final chapter, this story dives into the subject of homosexual domination. If that's not your cup of tea, then please consider this chapter to be the end of the story.]





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the next and final chapter

Aw, already..  😢 Like I said earlier, 'for science' has been an interesting approach and I liked the story. 😀

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Thanks, Clitical. Your comments give me a lot of encouragement to keep writing.

The final chapter contains some wrap-up about the science.

There will be more stories! I hope you like them too.

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