Hexed Ch. 03

Mom spreads her legs, the skirt draping between them. She throws her head back and her tits swing up, then bends over quickly, sending them bobbing in the other direction. Mom's hands run down her sleek, muscular legs and she grips her ankles. Long black hair obscures her face, but I hear her panting and see her breasts swinging and swaying enticingly. She unfolds from her position, sliding her hands back up her legs, but keeping them splayed.

Mom reaches the small span of fabric on either hip and unsnaps them. She swings the skirt to the left and right, allowing me to catch a glimpse of the abbreviated red panties she wears. Hardly a thong, just a tiny triangle of satiny red fabric covering her mons, connected by a thin red string that rides across her hips. She rotates slowly, still swinging the skirt, shaking her ass, and I see that the dental floss rides deep into her ass crack, making the globes of her scrumptious ass effectively naked.

Mom leans over again, flexing her toned calves and creamy thighs, thrusting her magnificent butt into the air. She flips the skirt up onto her bare back, allowing me to drink in the sight of her enormous, shapely backside.

I stroke myself to completion again. Pearly white cream erupts in streamers from the end of my cock, splattering with sickening sounds in the growing pool within the stein. The cum oozes down the slick sides of the glass, thick, viscous, steaming. I can't get the scent of blueberries out of my nostrils.

Mom braces herself on the floor with one hand, legs still splayed, skirt up on her back. She eases aside the tiny fabric of her panties, revealing the engorged, coral pink lips of her moist pussy. Two fingers dip within, teasing her folds. Phantom caresses run up and down my cock as Mom's hips rise and fall to the rhythm of her fingers. Her fingers and thighs glisten with her juices. Her breath comes in short sharp gasps. Suddenly she drops to her knees, the muscles in her legs spasming. The globes of her ass bunch up, and her back muscles tighten.

I cum along with her, adding more and more to the stein. I'm getting light headed. I should be dehydrated or having a heart attack, or at least be chafed beyond belief. Yet the hex keeps me lubricated and energized.

The stein is just over halfway full. It's disgusting and arousing in equal proportion, but the ratio begins to tip in the latter direction when Mom looks over her shoulder at it, and without touching herself, appears to have a mini-orgasm. I squirt too, a somewhat modest amount compared to previous efforts, but still more than should be possible.

Mom ducks her head, catching her breath, and when she looks up again, she wears a dazzling, sexy smile. She leaves the room on all fours, wiggling her ass every step of the way, and only gets to her feet when she reaches the hall. Mom winks salaciously at me. "Hold on tiger," she says, and darts away.

I slump back on the pillows, breathing heavily myself. I am drenched in sweat, except from the waist down, which is drenched in precum.

What is happening to me? This is all getting out of hand. Okay, right, I shouldn't have eaten the pie, but give me a break, I was drunk. I mean, I am enjoying myself, as much as one can, but every new development just sets me off kilter a little more. If I wasn't so constantly horny and aroused, I would be going insane.

These are the thoughts that occupy my mind while I wait.

How is Mom dealing with this? She's not tiny. She's not stuck at a fraction of her own height, imprisoned in her own home. Why is she giving in to this lust? She could have left me here for the weekend and escaped, or something, but instead she is throwing herself fully into this twisted sexual game. She's enjoying this, making suggestions, planning things, using me.

What is going on in that big, beautiful head of hers?

Reason flees again as Mom slithers into the room. Her long black hair is tied up and pinned with long pieces of lacquered wood that look like chopsticks. Big hoop earrings dangle from each ear, decorated with little green stones. Her bra is bright green, with a solid half cup beneath her breasts, and a see-through mesh along the top. Her belly is bare, declining into a green pair of panties that hug her hips. The front is already noticeably darker than the rest of the fabric, and it's clearly molded to her lips. Her legs are bare, smooth and toned, but she wears a pair of open toed three inch heels, also green in color. Over it all is a green silk kimono etched with a sinuous black dragon.

Mom stands with fists on hips, pushing the kimono open and displaying her generous assets. One foot curls inward. She smiles with half-lidded eyes.

She shrugs, slipping the kimono backward and baring her shoulders. Her tits shiver in the confines of her green bra. Mom reaches up and pulls first one and then the other pin free, letting her hair fall out in dark curls down her back. She shakes her hair out and lets the kimono slip down her arms until it is caught in the curve of her elbow. The back of the kimono flutters against her knees.

Mom makes a few steps across the room, getting closer to the bed, where I stand admiring her and wanking furiously. She watches me, a slow smile spreading across her full lips. She reaches up to the front of the bra and unsnaps it, peeling the cups away from her breasts, which bobble and jiggle and shake, settling on her chest. She flicks her nipples with her fingers, teasing them, making them harder and harder.

With a grunt, I erupt once more. My distended cock throbs and bucks in my hands, spraying more ropes of creamy cum into the stein. Mom nods approvingly while she continues to play with her breasts. In some complicated, practiced maneuver that I barely follow, Mom manages to extricate herself from her bra without having to remove the kimono.

Mom bends down, cupping her breasts as they dangle off her chest, and swings them with her hands, to and fro, back and forth. "You love Mommy's big titties, don't you Robbie," she whispers. She is close enough that her breath washes over me, cooling the sweat soaked hair sticking to my scalp. Mom laughs at my expression, not unkindly, and crouches down at the edge of the bed. Her titanic breasts rise up and over the lip of the comforter, and she continues to manipulate them with her hands. She lifts first one and then the other to her lips, lashing each nipple with her sinuous pink tongue.

"Cum for me, Robbie," she whispers. "Cum for Mommy."

So I do. The first jet arcs over the edge of the stein and actually splatters across Mom's left breast, causing her to squeal, but I aim the rest of my climax into the stein. The level is rising rapidly. I think I'm going to fill it soon. Which is insane and hot and sick.

Mom stands up, taking a step backward. She is shaking with the reverberations of her own orgasm. She abandons her breasts. Both hands flutter down her smooth belly to her panties. She poses a bit, making quarter turns that show off her breasts in profile, and also allow her to hike up her panties along her hip line, emphasizing the width and curve of her hips. But then with a shuddering breath, Mom pulls the panties down her legs. The fabric comes free of her pussy with a wet, sucking sound. She pulls them down to mid-thigh, before bringing her hands back to the delta between her legs. One hand parts her lips with the thumb teasing her clit, while the other hand sends two long fingers into her depths to part and tease her juicy pink folds.

It doesn't take long before Mom sets herself off, triggering my own climax. She curls over, panting and shaking, while I aim my dripping, spraying rod into the stein. The level is near the top, and I can almost feel the warmth radiating off from the sea of spunk.

Mom winks at me and offers me a sultry smile. She totters out of the room on weak legs, panties still stretched between her thighs. "One more, I think," she says aloud, but softly. She looks back at me over her shoulder. I admire her full ass, and the way her huge tits hang so wide and full that I can still see their outer curves even when from behind. "Needs to be special," she adds, but I'm not sure she's talking to me. Mom pauses to wipe clean the spray of sperm on her left breast, sucking it off her thumb.

I slump back on the pillows. My dick is still rockhard, and even through the layer of precum that coats its surface, it looks red. Almost swollen. I've been giving it considerable punishment the last few hours. It's still raging, and I'm still monstrously horny. I wonder again what exactly Mom is feeling. This can't be any less strange for her, but she's throwing herself into it with total abandon.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that trick with the shot glass after all. At the time, I could barely think. My action was the only one I could fathom taking. Why is my mind clearing now, even if just a little bit? Is it because I'm alone, or because I've been cumming so damn much?

Mom sweeps into the room once more, and I stand at attention.

Her hair remains tousled, as if she just got up from bed. She is barefoot, and wears no jewelry. Her outfit is simple, flowing, and abbreviated. It is wine dark, consisting of a narrow strap around her neck that flares out into two triangles of fabric, decorated with a flowery pattern, to barely cover her huge breasts. The sling is tight, lifting her tits but not supporting them, causing them to ride high on her chest but bulge outwards on both sides. A thin strip of flower print fabric connects them, just beneath Mom's cleavage. Hanging off the "cups" are two long, diaphanous panels that fall to the floor. The way they hang leaves her smooth rounded belly bare and exposes the see-through g-string that adorns her crotch.

Mom stands in the doorway in that magnificent nightdress, looking spectacular and sexy, and yet there's a look of uncertainty on her face. She looks directly at me, seeming to ponder something. A look of resolve comes over her pretty face. She steps into the room.

"The lonely mother," she says, "walks into her son's room. He is away at college, leaving her alone in the home they share." She takes the diaphanous panels in hand and swirls them around her ankles. Her unsupported breasts jiggle prettily.

What is she doing?

"The lonely mother thinks about her son. She misses him. He is so handsome now, a young man, grown tall and strong." Mom's fingers lightly dance across her naked belly. She's not looking at me now, but turning her head around, drinking in the sight of my ordinary, unspectacular bedroom.

"He looks so much like his father," she continues, "and the lonely mother sometimes finds herself thinking... things. Inappropriate things." Her fingers climb up to dance across her chest. They slip between the fabric of the nightdress and her skin, rubbing and caressing flesh, stretching clothing.

Mom suddenly raises her arms and throws her head back. "The lonely mother throws herself across his bed, hoping to feel some memory of his warm body against the sheets, hoping to catch one breath of his masculine scent lingering on his pillow."

I'm not sure where this is going, but my dick seems to like it. I am moments away from jetting another load into the stein.

Mom's hands slip completely under the top of her nightdress, kneading and caressing her gorgeous breasts. "The lonely mother thinks about her son's strong hands, touching her, caressing her, roaming over her full, ripe, lush body." One hand slides down her belly and cups her crotch. And I'm off, spraying jet after voluminous jet into the stein. Mom hitches, sucks in a breath, and teases her gash through her g-string.

"The lonely mother rolls around on her son's bed. She imagines what his young, virile cock looks like. Long and thick, dripping for her the way she is dripping for him." The panel of the g-string is pushed aside, Mom's fingers go to work. Her breasts pop out of the top, tugged free one after the other, and she kneads and caresses with her other hand. Her knees bend as she begins to shake, unable to remain standing. She kneels slowly on the rug.

I'm barely touching myself now, my climax triggered by Mom's. My seed goes flying, splattering into the stein. The glass is almost full.

"She imagines how his cock will feel in her hands, squeezed between her motherly breasts, rubbed against her cheeks. She imagines how her son will taste, how he will fill her mouth, and how quickly she can coax his seed down her throat." Mom's hips hitch, she cries out, and I'm roaring in climax myself. All I have to do is aim it at this point.

Mom catches her breath. Her closed eyes open a slit, then widen as she takes in the amount of spunk sloshing around in the stein. "Holy fuck," she breathes. She licks her lips, and is suddenly back in character. "She wonders how quickly she will be able to get him to recover, how roughly he will throw her to the bed, how forcefully he will part her legs. The lonely mother wonders how it will feel when her son slides his cock into his mother's sweet, waiting pussy. How it will feel churning inside her, bringing her to ecstatic heights undreamed of, and how, at last, he will feel when his powerful hungry cock empties its load deep... deep... deep... inside her!" Her voice rises with each word, until she is practically screaming at the end, shuddering and shaking with fingers deep thrust inside her.

I hold the base of my dick, feeling the familiar tingle start, the squeeze of my balls, the sickly fantastic feeling of the cum racing up through my weapon, and finally erupting in wet, sticky splats from the narrow hole at the top. Long arcs of viscous jism spray from my cock, into the steaming mass of cum filling the stein. The level rises to the brim, sloshes over the edge, and drips down the sides in long, gelid trails.

I slump on the pillow, spent and gasping. My head is spinning. Mom slumps on the bedroom floor herself, her back rising and falling, rising and falling, as she tries to catch her breath.

Finally she looks up, still gasping, and I see tears in her gray eyes. She blinks them away, suddenly smiling broadly, happily. Mom rises to her feet on shaky pins. "Oh Robbie," she says, her voice raspy, "you did it. You've given Mommy such a treat."

She tugs the nightdress off and lets it flutter to the floor. In one smooth, quick movement, she divests herself of panties as well. She stands nude and glorious in the middle of my bedroom. Her hair is wild, and trails of golden fluid track down her thighs.

Mom crosses to the bed. She scoops me up in her left hand and grabs the beer stein with her right. Cum sloshes from the top and splatters her hand. Mom half-shudders. She wasn't kidding – she really is a cumfiend. She's getting off just looking at all that pearly white juice.

I can barely think. This close to her again, I am overcome with her scent, the mix of her natural smell, perfume, and arousal. She holds me at hip height, letting me look up and up and up to her swaying tits as she carries me and the stein out into the hall and away from her bedroom. We reach the second floor bathroom quickly. She nudges the door open with a foot.

This room is spare, white, sparkling clean. This is the bathroom I used when I lived here, and it hasn't been touched much since I've been gone. Mom sets me down on the marble top of the sink and sweeps aside the shower curtain. She steps naked into the tub, which is not nearly as wide as the one in her bathroom.

Mom's eyes are shining with lust and hunger and something I can't quite describe. My dick aches between my legs. I can see fluid glistening on Mom's labial lips, darkening the neat patch of pubic hair just above. Her clit is proud, peeking out of its hood.

Mom hefts the stein, her hand already nearly coated with cum and drippings. Mom shivers with anticipation. "Oh fuck, I've wanted to do something like this for so long." She breathes deeply. "I never thought it would be with you, though. It makes it extra special, I think. Or maybe I'm just crazy. But that you would do this for your mother... oh, Robbie." She trails off into a moan and lifts the stein to her full pink lips.

With her mouth open, she tips the stein over. The contents sludge over the lip, into her mouth, pouring straight down her throat. She swallows, but the tide perforce overwhelms her. Cream slathers down her chin, drips down her throat in waves, and pours over her heaving breasts. A torrent of my cum streams down Mom's body, rolling in slick, gooey waves between her tits, across her belly, seeping into her pubic hair and washing across her pussy. Cum rolls down her creamy thighs as she kneels inside the tub, shivering in ecstasy.

From the moment the cream touches Mom's tongue, she starts cumming, which triggers my own reaction. I stand on the edge of the sink, watching her flip out as jizz pours over and into her, a tidal wave of spunk, and I start jettisoning another load, straight off the side of the sink onto the floor.

Mom is moaning as the last dregs of spunk slip out of the stein and into her mouth. Her free hand roams over her body, smearing the goo into her skin, rubbing it around, making trails, soaking it in. Her eyes are closed and her pussy is clenching with need as she rides a perpetual orgasm. I spring across the gap between sink and tub, landing lightly on the edge. My cock is still spraying, and I slip a bit, suddenly off-kilter. For a moment I fear I'll topple over the side and crack my skull open, but somehow I manage to stay upright. I grip my cock with both hands and point it in Mom's direction, sending a near continuous stream of cum arcing towards her. It feels so good it is almost painful, and I appreciate what it means to be multi-orgasmic.

Mom doesn't seem to notice me. She sets the stein down in the basin of the tub. She squats on her calves, undulating her belly, tensing the muscles in her legs, making gooey cum run down her flesh. With both hands free she begins to scoop cum up off her body and feed it to herself, sucking and licking her fingers with loud smacking sounds. Cum bubbles form on her lips, and she suddenly burps unceremoniously, causing her to open her eyes in embarrassment. This makes her aware of me, and though she reddens a bit, she scoots closer to me. Her skin squeaks on the surface of the tub.

She draws close enough that my rain of cum strikes her belly, unnecessarily adding to the torrent already staining her from throat to knee. Mom plays with her tits and shoves a hand into her crotch, spreading her pussy lips and shoveling cum covered fingers into her depths.

This just heightens the feelings washing over my distended, spraying dick. I feel myself growing lightheaded. I've been generating an unearthly amount of man-juice for the past few days, particularly in the last few hours, and apparently my body is finally beginning to feel the toll. I feel stretched thin, worn out. I feel empty. But still I am cumming.

Mom is shaking and shuddering. She cups a cum smeared hand under my waterfall, and after a little bit pools in her palm, she feeds it to herself noisily, greedily.

My vision swims. My peripheral vision begins to fog and darken. I'm cumming and I can't stop. I can't... stop.

I feel my legs slip out from under me. Everything goes black.

12.

Slowly I come back to myself.

I awake laid out on the head of my mother's bed, stretched across the length of a pillow, with a small blanket covering my body. My body is clean and smells of soap, which suggests Mom washed me while I was unconscious. My dick, soft while I slept, immediately begins to lengthen and harden as consciousness returns.

Otherwise, the room is dark and empty. Moonlight filters through the shades and curtains in the windows. I must have been out for hours.