The Hormone Chapter 2

The Hormone by dellagordo

CHAPTER TWO

She was smiling at him, her lips covered in a layer of his jism. A few ropes had fallen across her nose and forehead and covered the left lense of her glasses, but the visible eye was watching him with something between humor and lust. His mother removed her glasses and set them on the nightstand by his bed.

"I notice you still have an erection," she said. She licked cum from her lips. "Do your testicles still hurt?"

"Not - -  not really," Jonny admitted, staring dumbly at her.

His mother unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off her shoulders. "Are you absolutely certain?" she asked. The top of her blouse was soaked through with his ejaculate and stuck to her skin. Jonny could actually make out portions of her bra through the shirt. He wondered what she was up to now. Then she began to unbutton the blouse, and a slow realization came upon him.

"Um, yeah, jeez, Mom, my balls sure do hurt. Ouch."

Melody smiled. "Well, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't look after my son?"

The blouse fell to the floor, a sodden mass. Melody's heavy tits shimmied in her black bra, showing off their pale upper slopes and a generous cleavage. Melody reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, then she wiggled out of it, causing her breasts to jiggle and jump in confinement.

Jonny felt suddenly lightheaded, and his cock throbbed hungrily, slapping against his belly. For a moment, Melody stood before her son in nothing but bra and panties, her lush frame exposed to his avid gaze. His mother was never particularly modest, nor terrifically exhibitive, and Jonny had long known his mother was a beautiful and well built woman. But he had never been interested in that fact. Until now.

Her tits strained against the confines of her bra, cantilevering sharply over a smooth, flat stomach. She wore a pair of dark panties stretched taut against her hips and pulling sharply up against her pussy, allowing the outline of her nether lips to be seen. Moisture soaked the front of her crotch, making the fabric almost diaphanous. Enough, at least, for Jonny to realize that his mother kept her pubic area clean of hair.

His heavy cock wept precum, clear and viscid liquid that dripped from the plum sized head, down the raging shaft and into his lap. Unconsciously, Jonny gripped the base of his dick and began to slowly stroke himself.

Melody scraped cooling jism off her forehead and fed it into her mouth. "Don't do that," she said in a motherly tone, smacking her lips. "That's my job, son." Jonny nodded dumbly and released his dick. Melody smiled. "Good boy. Do you want to see mommy's titties?"

Jonny nodded. Grinning salaciously, Melody reached behind her and unlatched her bra. She shrugged the straps down her shoulders and caught the bra cups in her hands. The look of open admiration mixed with lust on her son's face caused a strange flutter within Melody's body. She didn't quite recognize the feeling, but it made her limbs elastic. Her nipples begged to be touched, and her pussy flooded her panties with juice again. Even with her late husband, even as a teenager with hormones raging and common sense dulled, Melody had never before been so utterly cock-struck. Was it her son's new physiology, or the simple fact that the magnificent cock belonged to her own flesh and blood? Was it the meat, or the taboo nature of the situation?

Who cares? she thought with uncharacteristic fatalism. She let the bra drop. Jonny's eyes grew as big as saucers. Melody felt her heavy tits bob on her chest as, freed from the confines of the bra, gravity took over. Not that gravity had yet done a number on her; even suckling Jonny as a baby had barely affected the firmness of her prodigious bust. At age twenty, Melody had worn a 34D. After her son's birth, she had swelled to a 34DDD, in part she had always thought, because Jonny was such a hungry baby. She wanted to feel those lips upon her again.

Melody pulled the tie out of her hair, releasing what was left of her ponytail after the blowjob. She shook her glossy black mane out and stepped over to her son. She folded into him, climbing into his lap and pressing her burning, panty-clad pussy against his rampant cock. He was so large that his weeping cockhead butted up against her ribcage, nearly brushing against her swinging breasts. Melody wrapped her arms around Jonny and pulled his willing head into her bosom. Jonny groaned. His large hands found her waist and steadied her on his lap as he instinctively began to kiss and lick her breasts.

"That's it, baby," Melody urged, breathless. "Your lips feel so good on me. Suck mommy's tits, Jonny." He pressed his face between her breasts, rubbing his nose and cheeks and lips against her flesh. "My Jonny." His lips fastened on her right nipple and she felt a delicious tug that sent a dart of pleasure straight to her very core. "My baby." His hands cupped and kneaded her heavy jugs, digging into her plush flesh with lustful urgency. "My son."

Melody arched her back, thrusting her tits into Jonny's face and her gushing pussy against the base of his throbbing cock. Through her panties, she felt her lips nip at the hard column of flesh between them. Jonny thrust his hips against her, and his heavy dick sawed along her belly, leaving trails of precum across her stomach. Suddenly Jonny shifted, surprising Melody, and threw her onto his bed. Then he was over her, his cock jabbing angrily into her stomach. Jonny was normally a meek, mild-mannered boy, but apparently passion had awakened something within him. It made that fluttery feeling within her blossom and expand, washing over Melody from head to toe, a feeling so foreign and exquisite that she felt an orgasm explode within her simply from the action.

Jonny growled and nipped at her breasts. His fingers dug into the waistband of her panties and tore the flimsy, soaking garment away with one smooth movement, baring her hairless pussy to his eyes and fingers. Melody was so wet, so dilated, that she could have taken a baseball bat. She looked down at the angry red spear of flesh between her son's legs and realized that wasn't an unfair comparison. Jonny's cock was huge. It looked more swollen and elongated than it had only moments ago, when her hands and lips were upon it.

"So forceful," Melody gasped in admiration, "so big. Does baby want to fuck mommy?"

"Jesus, yes, Mom," Jonny groaned, "I'm going to fuck you. I can't stop myself."

"I don't want you to stop. I want you inside me, in the place where you were born. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!"

Jonny attempted to do just that, but despite his ardor and his size, he was still inexperienced. The head of his cock glanced off Melody's pubic mound as he jabbed at her. He howled in frustration, but Melody made cooing sounds and reached between them to grip his rampant tool. She guided him to her opening, but released him as soon as the plum-sized head nudged against her lips. It was her turn to howl, in abject pleasure this time, as he slowly sank his prodigious cock into her depths. There was a glimmer of pain, but it was swallowed quickly as she felt herself filled more fully than she had ever been. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, her folds expanding as necessary, making a home for him where he should never have been. His cock grew wider as it traveled back to his body, she realized with an electric shock, as her clitoris came into contact with his flesh. She orgasmed once more, flooding her depths with lubrication that eased the passage of his elephantine tool.

The cockhead nudged up against her cervix. Melody's toes curled and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her thighs gripped Jonny's waist and her calves pressed against his buttocks. She opened up and he came on, driving deeper into her than she thought possible, into her very womb. She felt his sperm-laden balls bounce against her ass even as his cockhead rubbed the roof of inside her.

They lay entwined like that for several heartbeats. Then Jonny raised his head, looked into her eyes, and said, "Mother." And he began to fuck her. Melody mewled and thrashed beneath him as each forceful thrust jarred her plush body. Her heavy tits bounced up and down, impacting against Jonny's chest. A salty, sweaty sheen gave Melody's body a golden glow as her son plowed into her again and again. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her long legs wrapped around his waist, tighter and tighter, urging him on. Her throat was beginning to hurt, her voice grew hoarse as each cry sounded louder than the last.

Jonny grunted and groaned with each jab of his hips. Rational thought had completely fled him, and all he could do was fuck, driven almost mad by the insatiable needs of his new cock and the lustful moans of the beautiful woman beneath him. He tried to vary his strokes, alter his angle of entrance, but that took too much concentration, and instead he merely jammed into his mother again and again like a runaway jackhammer. His cock felt as hard as steel, a tempered alloy that might well melt in the burning cauldron of his mother's clasping pussy. Her folds caressed and squeezed him, her lips nipped at him, her heat and moisture washed over him, soaking into his flesh, coaxing a thunderous climax from his balls.

Melody's back arched almost painfully, thrusting her tits into Jonny's face. He licked sweat from her pendulous breasts, and trapped a diamond hard nipple between his teeth for a heartbeat before his thrusting pelvis caused the mammary to bounce away. Jonny buried his head in the valley between his mother's tits. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears, a frantic, ecstatic rhythm that mirrored that of his own heart. He bottomed out again, the spongy tip of his dickhead almost flattening against the elastic roof of her womb, and his mother momentarily froze.

Then she began to thrash around beneath him, her fists beating a tattoo against his shoulders, her calves hammering his buttocks, her pussy grasping his cock tighter and tighter in exquisite pain. Melody threw her head back and loosed a long, shuddering cry that trailed off as her voice gave out and the oxygen left her lungs. She collapsed in a boneless heap beneath Jonny. A flood of liquid seeped past the tightly clasping lips of her pussy, inundating Jonny's balls and thighs and staining the sheets of his bed. Her breathing was shallow and her head lolled on the pillow.

Had Jonny complete control of his faculties, he would have been alarmed, would have at least paused in his assault, if not stopped altogether. But Jonny's mind was consumed by a red lust that defied reason or concern. All he felt was the burgeoning need for release. So he kept banging away, his mammoth cock piercing his mother again and again and again. He kissed her lips and chin, tasting the remnants of his own cum upon her skin. He didn't care.

Slowly, Melody roused. She fought her way out of a deep fog, beckoned back to consciousness by the insistent thrusting pleasure emanating from her loins. Melody's eyes rolled and she blinked tears of passion from them, trying to focus. Looking down between her breasts, she saw a massive spear of flesh sliding in and out of her weeping pussy, and she realized she had just had the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. "You fucked me unconscious, Jonny," she gasped, hardly able to believe it.

Her son grunted, and might have nodded. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, his face was so contorted with passion and effort. "Do it again," Melody said. Perhaps he understood, because he redoubled his efforts. Melody screamed in ecstasy. Melody felt a familiar electrical tingle deep in her pussy begin to build as Jonny slammed into her again and again. The electricity sent tendrils out along every nerve ending in her body, an ever rising crest of pleasure that once more threatened to overwhelm her. She was expecting it this time, however, and rode the wave as it washed over her lush frame. Tits bouncing, back arching, ass flexing, thighs tightening, Melody felt her orgasm explode. It felt like lightning flashing behind her eyeballs. Her nipples were so sensitive that even the air scraping against them was sweet agony.

When her senses cleared once more, Melody grabbed Jonny's head and pulled him in for a soulsearing kiss. He barely broke stride. His stamina, his endurance, his power, were almost unbelievable. "Oh God, baby," Melody gasped hoarsely. "You are the best son a mother ever had, Jonny." She moaned as another wave of pleasure rose within her. "That was two, Jonny. Can you do three? Can you do it for mommy?"

He could. Melody shuddered as another toe-curling, mind-expanding climax exploded deep within her. Her body was on fire, threatening to shut down again as the pleasure grew more intense. Her pussy and thighs were soaked with her juices, and she could see Jonny's pubic hair was matted with them. Her glossy black mane was soaked with sweat and sticked to her body, itself covered in a fine sheen. She had no voice left. She could only mouth her command to her son: "Cum," she said. "Cum in me, baby."

Jonny withdrew nearly all the way, leaving only his plum-sized cockhead held between the lips of her pussy, and then rammed forward so hard that Melody's tits bounced off her chin. Then, with a deep shuddering groan, he came. And came. And came. Melody felt like a series of seismic shocks were going off inside her as his mighty cannon bucked and shot its precious load. She felt his huge cock tense and throb as each gob of semen fired away, coating her molten core with a viscous white goo. There wasn't enough room for cock and cum inside her, and the sperm squelched and slipped from her lips, pouring out of her in waves as their muscles contracted.

Jonny pulled out of her, still cumming, and Melody had a feeling of horrible, almost painful, emptiness, and then an arc of jism sailed across her body and splattered her left cheek. Another one found a home in the hollow of her throat. Two or three more, she was beginning to lose count, sprayed across her heaving breasts. Pearl white trails formed across her flushed skin, and still Jonny's cum erupted from his shuddering cock. Melody reached out with shaking hands to grasp his column of flesh and aim it for her open mouth. Boiling cum flew across her supine shuddering body and coated her tongue. She swallowed quickly and ducked her head as quickly as she could. The next jet splattered across her tits, but then she capped Jonny's cock with her lips and the rest of his load shot straight down her throat.

It was Jonny's turn to collapse this time. Melody cleaned his semi-hard dick with her lips and tongue, then curled up beside her sleeping son. She scraped jism off her body and fed it to herself, and didn't notice when unconsciousness once more took her away.

When Jonny came to hours later, his room was dark, illuminated only by the glint of the streetlights outside his window. He felt a comfortable warmth at his side. He shifted in his head and looked down at the naked body of his mother curled up against him. Her black hair was in disarray, her pale skin was streaked and spotted with his dried cum, and her breath was shallow against his bare chest. She looked painfully beautiful. Looking down at his enormous penis, he noticed it was beginning to stir, despite looking raw and red.

His mother stirred. "Mmmm," she said, stretching languidly. Dark eyes opened and regarded her son. "I don't think I'll be able to walk for a week."

Despite himself, Jonny chuckled. He wasn't quite worth a full laugh at the moment. "Mom, I - - "

"Shush," she said, laying a finger across his lips. She leaned across him, pressing plush breasts into his chest, and flicked the light on the nightstand. "We should get cleaned up." The look on his face made her frown, forcing her to add, "Separately. Then I'll make some dinner and can talk about th - - " She trailed off as she noticed his rising cock. "Jesus, Jonny. I can see I have my work cut out for me."

Without further clarification, she slid out of his arms and padded naked across his room. Within moments, he heard her shower running. Jonny waited for a while and then slowly stood up. His whole body felt sweetly sore, particularly the semi-hard weapon hanging between his thighs. The afternoon's events replayed themselves in Jonny's mind, and he found his cock growing steadily harder and harder. The urge to wank was almost too much to resist, but resist Jonny did. The possibility of fucking his mother again gave him will enough and more. He stepped into his bathroom and started a scalding shower.

For her part, Melody was not nearly so certain as her son that the day had been a good thing. She stood beneath the hot spray of her shower and scrubbed Jonny's dried cum from her flesh and tried to figure out at which point she had completely lost control of the situation. She was the adult here. More, she was his adult, his mother. Which made it all the worse. Incest. How had she let it happen? How could she have been so stupid?

And yet - -  and yet - -  never before had she been so thoroughly and deliciously fucked. Even her own hand and dildo had never brought to life so many orgasms within her body. And that cock. What woman could resist it? So huge, so beautifully shaped, fueled by two fist-sized testes that churned out the sweetest tasting cum Melody's tongue had ever touched. Her pussy felt raw and stretched, pummeled by her own son's magnificent tool. Almost hesitatingly, Melody spread her fingers along her shaved pubis and touched her vaginal lips. She expected to find them bruised and bleeding, but instead she discovered them flushed with desire. Just thinking about her son's cock, the vicious fucking she had received from him, had her growing wet.

Melody ducked her head under the shower's spray and tried to reign her thoughts under control. Jonny was her son, for God's sake! She wasn't supposed to fuck him. She slapped her palm against her forehead. She wasn't supposed to want to fuck him. But she did. She very much did.

Dinner was strained. Melody had her hair tied back into a tight ponytail and wore a t-shirt and sweats and little else, but they were baggy enough to hide some of her charms from Jonny's scalding gaze. She'd left her glasses in his room, and lacked the courage to retrieve them, so she had to squint beside the stove. Jonny's constant closeness and newfound obsequiousness was nearly as aggravating. He kept getting underfoot in his attempts to help, until she snapped at him. He subsided and sat at the table, wearing such a hurtful look on his face that Melody thought her own heart would break.

As for the meal itself, despite a gnawing hunger, Melody couldn't quite force herself to eat. Jonny had no such qualms, and wolfed down his food, shoveling it into his mouth with fork and knife. When he was finished with his third helping, he finally looked up at her and noticed how little she had eaten. Self-consciously, and without being bidden, he cleared the table and proceeded to tidy up the kitchen. Jonny disappeared into his room soon afterwards.

Melody did the same, where she collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She tried very hard not to think about her son's mammoth member slamming into her over and over again, splitting her apart - -

For his part, Jonny sat in front of his television playing on his XBOX. He couldn't get his mother out of his mind, either, and as a result his shorts were pulled taut against his thighs, his dick an iron bar. All he could think about were his mom's bounteous tits, her creamy thighs, her luscious lips, her clasping pussy. Even now, it didn't seem real. It was almost as if the litany of images, scents, and feelings that he played over and over in his mind was to remind himself that it did happen. He had fucked a woman for the first time, finally, after ages and ages of hoping and dreaming and lusting. And it turned out to be his mother, of all people. That was pretty fucked up. Didn't change the fact that he wanted to do it again with her as soon as possible, and not simply because the act itself was so amazing. He liked doing it with her.

For the thirtieth time in nearly as many minutes, his character died. He threw the XBOX controller on his bed and unsnapped his jeans. He wasn't going to be useful at all until he squeezed out another load.

His bedroom door eased open on hinges that squeaked slightly. Jonny looked up, wide-eyed. His mother stood in the doorway, her hair a dark cloud around her head, clad only in her t-shirt. Her dark eyes shimmered. She glided into the room.

"Mom, what --?" Jonny started to ask, but she laid a finger on his lips. Jonny swallowed. She replaced her finger with her own lips, her tongue pressing into his mouth and tasting him. Instinctively he returned the kiss. He put his hands on her hips, slipping his fingers under the hem of her t-shirt. She moaned into his mouth. His hands traveled up her body, divesting her of the shirt, revealing her gorgeous form. She broke the kiss long enough to tug the shirt over her head, then pushed Jonny backward onto his bed, straddling him. Her breasts dangled like fruit over his lips. His cock nudged against her belly.

Jonny fastened his lips around a rosy nipple and began to suckle. His mother moaned, breathing heavily. He felt her slim fingers grasp his cock and maneuver it so that the swollen head nudged the lips of her flooded and gaping pussy. She opened up to let him inside, easing his girth into her with a squelch. Jonny groaned into her tit, instinctively nipping with his teeth. His mother's hips jumped, sucking him deeper. He followed her lead, and began to thrust slowly and gently into her, fighting the urge to simply slam into her again and again.

The XBOX controller slid off the bed and clattered to the floor. Neither of the Maxwells noticed.

His mother's breasts lifted away, and she nestled her head into the crook of his neck, licking and kissing his flesh. The scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils. Her heat engulfed him, sucking him deeper and deeper. Her pussy was scalding hot and weeping fluid, soaking his sensitive flesh. When he bottomed out, nudging up against the roof of her womb, she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eyes. They were clouded with lust and need.

"This is where you started," she whispered. "This is where you belong. Inside me."

Jonny groaned again. He gripped his mother by the hips and flipped her over, still imbedded within her pussy. She cried out, surprised and delighted at the assault. Urged on by her cries, Jonny began to fuck his mother, hard and fast. Her tits bounced against his chest, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, and her heels beat a sharp tattoo against his ass. His cock felt as hard and thick as an iron bar, his balls heavy weights slapping against her plush ass. He drove into her, again and again, the spongy head of his dick almost flattening against the roof of her womb. It was almost painful, it felt so good. The blood pounded in his head, his heartbeat like a thunder in his veins, and the muscles in his arms and back and legs shook with the effort.

His mother thrashed beneath him, soaked with sweat, a verdant flush creeping across the pale skin of her breasts, her eyes bright, lips parted, tits bouncing. Incomprehensible sounds erupted from her throat. Jonny grimaced, squinted his eyes, and redoubled his efforts. Melody released a piercing scream that echoed throughout Jonny's room. The two of them did not so much hear the sound as feel it. A series of continuously cresting orgasms left Melody senseless to anything but her own pleasure, while Jonny's consciousness was focused tightly on the delicious feelings surrounding his rampant, raging cock. It didn't even register on him when his own climax came, until the flood of semen jetting from him into his mother's core actually pushed his cock free of her, still spitting its precious load.

Gobs of white cum rained down upon Melody's stomach and breasts, streaking her pale flesh. Jonny came back to himself as he watched his cock splatter his mother's supine and shuddering form again and again. Melody's face was a mask of lust. She gripped her son's cock and aimed it like a hose, painting her heaving tits with his sperm. When his flood flagged, she swept her hands across her body, scooping up cum and bringing it to her lips.

Jonny fell beside her, gasping and heaving, fighting for breath. Some of the manic light left his mother's eyes finally, and she turned her beautiful, cum-splattered face to her son. "Well?" she said.

"Well what?" Jonny asked.

She looked down his supine form. He followed her gaze. His dick was drooping slightly, but still rock hard.

"Does it ever go down?"

Jonny grinned sheepishly. "Not when you're around, Mom."

The devilish light came back into her eyes. "We'll see about that, young man." With a laugh, she pounced on him.