A New Prescription Ch. 01

"I'm taking a shower. I reek."

Holly sniffed. "You smell fine." She sniffed again. "If anything, you smell really good."

Max clamped his mouth shut before formulating his next thought. Okay, what the hell is going on right now?

"Anyway, I need to get ready for work," his mom said, trying to walk past him.

Max squinted. "Wait a second." He reached out for her arm. When he touched her, she gasped, but he ignored it, peering into her eyes. Pupils small, face flushed. "Mom, are you feeling okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine. I just need to get ready for work."

"Did anything... happen last night after you went to bed?"

Holly scoffed. "Surely, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now if you'll excuse me," she said, brushing past him and into her room, closing the door behind her.

Alone in the hallway, Max couldn't help but wonder what the hell that was all about. His mom appeared to be having the same symptoms as he was, and if--

Oh, why did he have to realize that? That meant his mom was suffering like him, horny as hell, with very little means of an outlet.

Grimacing, he shut his eyes. Nothing made sense anymore. And then he caught a whiff of himself. Okay, so showers still made sense.

***

Walking onto campus, a relaxing calm, bordering on confidence, fell over Max. If he just clamped his mouth shut all day, he'd make it through class just fine. If that failed, there was always duct tape.

Or a ball gag.

Jumping from that thought, Max spied the splendid form of a girl in front of him. Wearing her backpack and a ball cap, her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail through the back of the hat. Her short-sleeve blue shirt accentuated every curve, ending just above her blue jeans. Just a hint of her sides spilled out over her pants. Not fat, but like her clothes couldn't even contain her.

The jeans hugged her ass as it bounced back and forth with every step. Max was hypnotized by its movement, like it spoke a language to him, a body language, and he was somehow already fluent.

As Max became more and more engrossed in this siren's ass, the rest of the world faded away, and this thing of pure beauty in front of him was all that mattered. That's why when she stopped suddenly, it startled him.

When she turned around and he saw her face, it all made sense. Max was, in fact, fluent in that ass because it had sat on his face dozens of times. Jess, his ex-girlfriend, beamed at him.

"Max?!"

Reality crashed back down around him as if a dam had burst and he flailed to keep up. "Jess!"

"I've been meaning to call you. It's so good to see you."

"Let me tell you, it was very good to see your ass again."

Jessica laughed. "Okay, good to know you haven't changed that much."

Max smiled. "Some changes, but I'm still figuring them out."

She got a pouty look on her face and patted him on the shoulder. Her touch was electric. "Oh, poor boy, is somebody finally getting hair in funny places?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Oh, gross," she said, laughing.

Max smiled. "All right, all right. You said you'd been meaning to call?"

"Right! Listen, when we broke up--"

"When you dumped me," Max corrected her.

Jessica groaned. "Ugh, yes, when I dumped you. I wanted to apologize, because the way that all went down... was not my finest moment."

Max shrugged. "Breakups are hard, Jess, I get that. People drift apart. I'm a big boy, I handled it. I only rummaged through your garbage cans for a month afterward."

Jess looked shocked. "Only a month?"

He smiled at her, holding out his open hand and wiggling it back and forth. "Maybe it was two months. You left me in a spiraling pit of depression, so it all runs together."

"I get it, I get it," she said. Then her expression turned serious. "My parents divorced."

"What? When?"

"When we started having problems."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" Max asked.

Jess shrugged. "Because I was 18. I didn't know how to handle it. Turns out my dad knocked up some coworker."

Max let out a low whistle. "Classy."

"Believe it or not," she said, "not how my mom saw it."

"I'm sorry about all that," Max said. "If I'd known, I would've liked to have helped. You know, talking, that stuff."

"Well, then, on that note, maybe you'd like to grab coffee sometime? You know, talking, that stuff? That is, if you're finished burning effigies of me."

Max furrowed his brow. "I don't know, Jess. I got a really good deal on those effigies."

Jessica laughed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, then."

"But they don't sit on my face nearly as good as you did, so..." Max trailed off.

A mischievous look broke out on Jess's face. She leaned in, her lips practically on his ear. "Maybe we can see about getting you the real thing again."

From his ear, through his spine, and directly into his dick, heat spread down Max's body. He coughed nervously and moved his backpack over the front of his body, hoping to cover the instant hard-on she had just given him.

She leaned back away from him and bit her lower lip, raising her eyebrows twice in quick succession.

"Maybe we could see about that," Max croaked.

"I'll call you," Jess said, walking backward before turning toward her destination, her ponytail and ass sashaying the whole way.

***

After classes, Max was still in a state of disbelief over his run-in with Jess. He continued to run and re-run the encounter through his head, and the more he did, the more heat and pressure built up in his body, and the more his dick yearned for attention.

Back in his car in the college parking lot, Max shook his head. Fuck it, he thought, and pulled out his phone, bringing up his boss's number. His thumbs blurred across the surface of his phone, texting out an excuse to not come into work.

-Gary, can't come in tonight. Came down with something.-

"An emergency case of bullshit," Max said, still looking at his phone.

On the next line, three dots danced their magic for a few seconds, and the response came back.

-Late notice. That'll cost you an attendance point.-

Max scoffed before responding.

-I'll remember that when I'm face down in toilet water puking my guts out.-

More dots.

-Get better, Max-

"Get fucked, Gary." Max threw his phone onto the passenger seat.

Cranking the air conditioner to high, he sped home.

****

"Mom? Are you home?" Max called, closing the front door of the house behind him. He waited for a response.

The silence said no.

"Dad? You still at the cigarette store?" Again, he waited for a response.

The silence said yes.

"Home sweet home," Max said, dropping his backpack by the door. His mom wouldn't be home for hours. Plenty of time to work off the rebounded sexual buildup. And maybe some conjure some more memories of slamming into Jess's amazingly round ass.

Stripping his shirt off, he ventured into the kitchen to find some cold water. As horny as he was, the house felt like a sauna, and he had no intention of passing out mid-wank, only to be discovered by his mom.

Water bottle in hand, Max stopped at the table. Still sitting there were the two orange prescription bottles. He gave them a hard look.

Once daily by mouth.

Fuck it, he thought, and felt his lips move as he said it. Down the hatch.

Once he swallowed, he sauntered out of the kitchen, heading for his room.

The door to the garage opened.

That was unexpected, Max thought. "Mom?"

"Max?" Her voice was labored, out of breath. "I thought you had work tonight."

"Called in sick. What about you?"

Holly appeared in the hallway, face a rosy red, her blonde hair still pulled back, but loose tendrils matted in sweat against her face. "Called in sick. Where's your shirt?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Having just remembered he was shirtless, Max remained speechless for a moment. Unfortunately for him, his mouth was faster than his brain. "I was gonna go jerk off," he said, pointing back towards his room with his thumb.

MOUTH, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! thundered through his thoughts.

Without missing a beat, his mom nodded in understanding. "Cool. Me, too." Eyes wide. Pause. "SHUT UP!" his mom yelled, jerking her head to the side, as if admonishing someone who wasn't there.

Son and mom stood in awkward silence, a gulf between them larger than a canyon.

"So this is weird," Max said.

"Yes, it is."

"Would you like to..." Max chose his words carefully, "...reconvene in about 10 or 15 minutes?"

"20?"

"Deal," Max said, nodding.

Each of them retreated to their respective bedrooms, both doors slamming shut.

***

23 minutes later

***

Max and his mom found themselves sitting straight up on opposite ends of the teal couch, eyes wide, staring straight ahead. The TV was off. Nobody said a word.

After his jerkoff session, Max had donned his black T-shirt and the clean pair of plaid pajama pants. Likewise, his mom was wearing her oversized gray sweatshirt, black yoga pants--that make her ass look INCREDIBLE, Max thought; and then quickly to himself, Max, stop thinking that!--and her hair scrunched back up into a bun over her head.

Holly cleared her throat. "So are we gonna talk about it?"

"Please, no," Max whimpered, shaking his head.

"Do you know what Parvati gave us?"

"A new prescription?" Max asked.

His mom shook her head. "No. 'Intrusivan,' or whatever she's calling it, doesn't exist."

Max's brow furrowed. "What?"

"I looked this up today after telling Alex Majors in accounting he had a nice ass, and Connie Taylor, in Human Resources of all places, that her shirt made her tits look like dynamite."

Max had never heard his mom say the word "tits" in his entire life, and though his ears burned, his dick began to stiffen.

Holly rubbed her eyes in frustration. "It was like, whatever the first thing that came to mind was, I said it immediately."

"Like when you said I had a nice body this morning," Max said.

"Or like when you told me a half hour ago you were gonna go jerk off."

"Have you been hot all day?" Max asked.

"All. Day. Long. Do you know why?"

Oh, I do, I just don't wanna hear you say it, Max thought.

She gave him a look.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" Max asked.

His mom nodded.

Groaning, Max hung his head in his hands. If he was gonna say it, he didn't want to look her in the eye. "We're horny as hell is what we are."

"Raging," his mom said. "Do you know what intrusive thoughts are?"

Max shook his head.

"Neither did I, until I looked up Instrusivan. Google showed me zero results, but then asked if I meant 'intrusive thoughts.' They're the thoughts that just pop into your head, no matter what, without you even asking them to be there. Like at a tall ledge, you should jump off, or driving in traffic and you should veer into oncoming traffic."

"Or seeing your son shirtless and saying he's got an amazing body," Max said.

"Or telling your mom you're gonna go jerk off."

"So what are we taking?"

"I have no idea, and I'd suggest we stop until we can figure it out. I only took it yesterday. You didn't take it again today, did you?"

Max chewed his lip and cringed.

"Oh, for God's sake, kiddo," Holly said. "Why?"

"Why else, mom?" he asked, waving his arms wildly. "Because the thought popped in there."

Rather than the anger he expected from her, she laughed. "What are we gonna do with you?"

"Ignore everything that comes out of my mouth for the next few days."

Holly raised an eyebrow. "You know, that's actually not a bad idea. Blanket immunity."

"Okay, okay," Max said, seeing where she was going.

His mom stood up off the couch and stepped in front of him. "Rise, Maximilian of House Johnson," she said in a deep baritone, raising her hand palm up in the air.

He stood in front of his mom, towering over her.

She flattened her palm like a sword, placing it on his shoulder, which felt rather lovely. "As a licensed attorney by the State Bar Association of California and as the matriarch of this home, I hereby grant you blanket immunity for a term of no less than 24 hours, to expire at a later-determined date."

In a wide arc, she then placed her hand on his other shoulder, which felt like fireworks going off.

Max then raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. "Ditto," he said, imitating her deep voice and knighting pose.

Bowing, his mom radiated in her new status of indefinite immunity. As she did, Max couldn't help but notice that even with her baggy sweatshirt, he could still see her breasts move freely.

You're not wearing a bra, Max thought.

His mom's eyes shot wide and she stood up straight, covering her chest.

Max sighed. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"You sure did, buster," she said, pointing at him and laughing. "But you're covered by our plea agreement for immunity, so you're still good."

"Maybe we should spend immunity sequestered from each other," Max suggested.

"Nonsense," his mom said, waving a dismissive hand. "I say we rip the bandaid off and embrace the awkwardness. Exposure therapy. We will get through this."

Max drew a deep breath. "Okay. If the matriarch says so."

"The matriarch says so. Space Lasers?"

"Please," Max begged.

They sat down and began to binge the new season. Several episodes passed by without incident. The earlier heat had abated and rested now merely as a gentle warmth. Though his shoulders still radiated.

As they watched, Max shifted positions on the couch. Mostly to get comfortable, but he could feel his erection growing, as well. Fortunately, most boys escape their teenage years as Navy SEALs at hiding boners from their moms. Max refused to allow his mom to see him hard. There was no way back from that embarrassing Rubicon.

Shifting to his right, he spied his mom moving, too, rubbing her thighs against each other. And as she sat there in her comfortable pajamas with her hair up in a messy bun and leaving herself vulnerable to her own embarrassing faux-pas, it dawned on him just the kind of woman she was.

Someone who basically raised two kids on her own, put herself through law school, began her own firm, and never succumbed to the trappings of egotism or narcissism. Financially, she could live anywhere in town she wanted. But she had stayed in his childhood home, taught him to be respectful and modest and tolerant of others, even in the face of countless adversities along the way.

None of this was new to Max; he'd known it his whole life. But there on the couch, he discovered a newfound well of appreciation for all of her love, crucibles, and exactly how much ass she must have kicked along the way.

She was beautiful, inside and out, exactly the sort of woman he'd always hoped to end up with.

Shifting again, Holly sat forward, groaning, and tilted her head back and forth.

"Mom, you okay?"

She looked at him and for a split second, almost didn't recognize her. There was a look on her face that Max couldn't place. Her mouth contorted and she grit her teeth before speaking. "You okay?"

"I'm good. Just thinking about everything you've done for me and Sarah. Really appreciate all the sacrifices you've made and I'm really glad..." Max trailed off.

Holly leaned toward him and crawled a foot or two closer. She reached out and touched his knee, sending a wave of pleasure up and down his leg.

"And I appreciate you and your sister. It wasn't easy growing up with your dad bailing on us, or with me at school or work all the time. But you've both grown up into fine adults. Your sister is a beautiful woman and you've gone from a cute little boy to a handsome man."

Max's skin was on fire. Comically, he audibly gulped.

Leaning even closer, Holly whispered, "And that's why I'm not gonna fight it anymore, not gonna be ashamed of it anymore."

"Ashamed of what?" Max whispered back, not sure if it was drowned out by the sound of his heart using a battering ram on his ribcage.

Even closer, she closed the distance and put her lips on his.

Electricity surged through his body at her touch. He didn't fight back when he felt her mouth open and her tongue invade. On the contrary, Max welcomed it and reciprocated, enveloping her in his arms and falling backwards on the couch.

As they kissed, his cock engorged to an almost painful size.

A final gasp of reality jolted through Max's brain, and he pulled away from his mom, likewise pushing her away. Her face was awash with confusion and unbridled lust.

Rubicon time.

"Mom, are you sure about this?"

The sexiest smile he'd ever seen in his entire life broke out across her face. She bit her lower lip and nodded emphatically.

Holly lunged at him, moaning as they kissed. When Max reached down to her ass to squeeze, her moaning turned into an almost feral groaning. The more he squeezed, the more she grinded against his raging dick.

Their rabid making out continued as they relished in the freedom of throwing taboo to the side, discarded forever.

It felt as if Holly was rubbing her entire being directly into Max's cock. "How were you hiding this from me for all these years?"

"A lot of poor decisions," Max said, grinding even harder into her.

"Never make those decisions again."

Several rapturous minutes of making out passed when his mom pulled herself off of her son.

"That's it?" he asked.

Holly scoffed. "Not on your fucking life." She reached down and pulled off her oversized gray sweatshirt. Inches from his face, for the first time ever, Max got to see the most gorgeous set of breasts he'd ever seen. Large and heavy, with dark brown nipples pointed directly at him.

Max reached up to feel them in his hand, and as he did, ran his fingertips over some stretch marks near the top and sides.

"They got bigger after I had you," she said.

"Oh, my God, you're beautiful," he said, and immediately lunged, his lips and tongue playing havoc on her amazing nipples.

Holly threw her head back in passion and groaned. "Yes, baby, please."

As he went to work, whichever breast he was not sucking, his hand fondled. Soft, firm, natural; in that moment, Max knew for a fact that no other pair of tits would ever surpass these.

Sitting up on his lap, Holly continued grinding against his cock through his pajamas.

"Let's ditch those pants," she said.

As he thrusted his hips up to pull the pajamas down over his legs, Holly gasped and laughed, steadying herself on his shoulders.

She pulled herself up on her legs and his pulsing dick sprang free. Max felt no self-consciousness about his size. Whatever it was had always worked for him before, but this woman on top of him now wasn't interested in size. This was emotional, raw, guttural.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are you kidding me?" she choked. "Max, you're huge!"

"Never got any complaints," he said.

"You mean this won't be your first time?" She sounded disappointed.

"Uh..." he stammered.

Holly laughed. "I'm just fucking with you."

She hopped off the couch and cinched down her skin-tight black yoga pants, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties underneath. Once removed, his mom kicked them towards the TV, and stood there in all her nude glory.

Max drank it all in. She was more perfect than he ever could've imagined. Her tight waist contrasted her wide hips, extending down to the most gorgeous legs he'd ever seen. He couldn't wait to be suffocated by them.

A trimmed triangle of pubic hair accentuated her pussy, and in that singular moment, Max wanted nothing more than for her to sit on his face so he could feast and hear her cum all night long.

But she had other things in mind. Reaching down, Holly grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and over him, so that both of them were equally dressed. Without looking, she tossed it over to the TV to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.

Raising her leg over Max, Holly positioned herself on top of her son, straddling him. Slowly and methodically, back and forth, she grinded her soaking pussy along his shaft. She threw her head back, arching her chest forward, and sensual moaning turned into animalistic growls when Max reached up with both hands to massage her tits.