The Cult of Oedipus

S: Tell me what you know about the Cult of Oedipus.

N: I'm sorry?

S: Don't play dumb with me. I know you know all about it. I want to know what you've discovered.

N: There's a lot to tell. The story is not a short one. It could take ages for me to recount it all.

S: Would you feel comfortable starting from the beginning? I've got lots of time.

N: Chronologically, it may not make the most sense. I learned of the Cult's existence by tracking down their victims, and-

S: Victims? I beg to differ. Those boys and their mothers were utterly oblivious to the erotic joys and bliss of incest, a relationship considered so forbidden and taboo by society that very few understood how it was pure, and how it was meant to be.

N: ...Cool. Whatever. Listen, point is, my mind is jumbled. A lot happened. I was tracking the Cult and their movements for years.

S: Tell me what you know. I will note it all down.

N: It is a long story.

S: Like I said, I have plenty of time.

N: This Cult has existed for years. And believe it or not...they've been known to dabble in magic.

***

To the outside world, the woman named Merah was just an ordinary woman. Single, 33 years old, living on her own, an accountant by profession.

Her childhood remains a mystery for now, but the story of her family will come into play later on. But Merah - she is, or rather was, the leader of the Cult known as the Cult of Oedipus.

They claim their mission is to spread incest all around the world, primarily mother-son incest. The bond between a mother and son is the strongest in the universe, stronger than father and son, man and wife, brother and brother - it trumps all else. The mother is the one who brings a boy into the world, and when a boy reenters the pussy from which he was birthed, it is the purest and most blessed coupling anyone could ever known. It's the circle of life, closing a circle and making it complete.

Ahem. At least...that's what the Cult thinks.

This perverse mindset is what drove Merah and her recruits onward. Their goal in life was to convert all moms and sons into incestuous lovers, for them to break the barriers built up by society that taught them such a relationship was forbidden and taboo and to be treated with instinctive disgust and scorn, when instead, relationships such as those ought to have been celebrated and be proud of.

They call what they do 'helping sons and mothers appreciate incest, appreciate what God intended for them to do, for sons and mothers to fornicate and reproduce, which is the way the universe had planned it to be.' Something society believed to be so disgusting and forbidden should not have been so in the first place.

They've had many victims...I mean...'cases'...in the past. I know who was their first v-...their first 'project'. I know who was their most recent project as well. But instead of starting this story from the top, I shall recount it from the middle.

The very first person who I met, who told me that yes, he had been contacted and 'helped' by the Cult, is a young lad named Jerald.

Jerald was probably by no means any more special a 'project' to the Cult than their other...'projects'. There were a lot more memorable projects, which I'd be happy to tell you more about. But we shall start with Jerald, because he was the first 'project' I met.

***

MERAH:

Merah's eyes narrowed, reading the case file that Ciera had just handed to her.

"I know this boy."

"Do you?" Ciera asked, bored.

"Jerald Bones, 18, still in school. The only son with just one little sister. The whole Bones family lives a couple houses down my lane."

Merah flipped through the Cult's latest case file, stopping to finger a picture of Jerald smiling with his mother and father.

"So they're your neighbors? This will make the case easier, Mdm," Ciera said, putting emphasis on the last word.

Merah nodded dismissively, waving her away.

"You'll take the case?" Ciera asked.

"Of course. Nothing I can't handle. The other girls have their own projects. Sarah may be having trouble with that Ivan fellow. You can go be of assistance to her. I will take care of Jerald's case personally."

Ciera bowed, leaving Merah's office.

Merah knew the Bones family relatively well. Ana and Bob Jones; Jerald's parents; were a very loving couple. Jerald too was a very good boy. Ciera had done research on both the boy's and the mom's sex lives and activities beforehand, including pictures and statistics such as dick length, average stamina while masturbating, preferences in the other sex and willpower when resisting temptations.

Jerald had never had a girlfriend. But he was definitely straight. Just shy, a little dorky. He could talk to girls but never seemed able to pluck up the courage to ask any out. He had a couple crushes on a some girls in his class.

Merah smirked. Once she was done with him and Ana, he would have eyes for no one but his mother.

Ana, on the other hand, was very faithful to her husband Bob. She, however, had not had sex with him in a while. Most middle-aged wives didn't.

This seemed an easy case. Nothing too complicated. It wouldn't take long at all.

***

What Merah loved the most about personally going out there to oversee her 'projects' was that the idea of bringing together a mother and son was so tantalizing and so deliciously taboo.

Two people conditioned since birth that they could never even possibly imagine any sort of sexual relation between them - end up being brought together in a forbidden and passionate relationship. Jerald was a sweet boy who had probably never had any sick fantasies, let alone thought of his mother. And his mom Ana was a good and loving wife who was by no means sexually active at the moment. Both abided by society's silly standards of incest being taboo and a crime against nature. Soon, they would realize how wrong they were.

Merah watched the Bones residence. She already had the Disguise ready, set to deploy whenever she wanted. Through her binoculars, she observed as Bob left the house to go to work. Jerald's sister was at a friend's house (not a coincidence. Ciera had arranged it using Manipulation Magic.) Ana had gone out shopping. And Jerald was at home, watching television.

Alone at home. Perfect.

When Merah was done with him, he wouldn't even know if it was real or a dream. But he would be thinking about it from that moment on. He would never have dreamed about sex with his mom in all 18 years of existence, but she was going to introduce him to a whole new world of sick, sinful pleasures. She was going to awaken buried carnal desires within him, desires that his body would not be able to resist responding to.

Making sure that her new Disguise was on, Merah walked right through the front door, heading into the living room.

"Mom? What are you doing back here?" Jerald asked.

Merah smiled. Disguising herself as Ana worked perfectly. The Cult had existed for years and years, decades and centuries even, way before her time, before she was recruited, before she became its leader. They'd kept the spirit of incest alive, kept up their goals of spreading it throughout the world. And they'd had to pay a sacrifice, to continue their noble cause.

Dabbling in magic was a small price to pay. And the magic disguise worked perfectly. Merah now looked to Jerald a carbon copy of his mother Ana.

She looked her 'son' up and down. Jerald was a skinny young lad, tall and lanky with long slender legs and bony arms, with large thick-rimmed glasses and an innocent face.

She wondered how innocent he'd be after this, and the thought of purging him of it thrilled her.

Behind her back, Merah swished her fingers, casting her second spell. The Manipulation washed over Jerald, though he wouldn't notice it. Gradually, it would take root inside him and alter his hormones, alter the way he viewed her as his 'Mom'.

"Jerald, honey..." she began, leaning in close, lowering her voice to a sultry tone.

"Mom?" He looked confused.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking as of late...and I know you've not had a girlfriend yet. I don't want your first experience to be with some whore who doesn't appreciate my young man for who he really is." She knelt down before him, laying a hand on his thigh.

He recoiled at first, bewildered. "Mom? What are you talking abou-"

She saw the change in his behavior and in his body language as the Manipulation spell finally hit. She had used magic to rewire his hormones. Whenever he looked at a hot girl, his hormones would kick in, getting him aroused and associating the image of a female with sex. And whenever he thought of his mom, there was no such connection.

The spell had changed that. Now, as she burned the image of his mom into his brain, she was rewiring his hormones, associating the mental image of his mother with the idea of sex, with lust, and with sexual arousal. What should've been instinctive disgust at the thought of incest, cultivated by a common society, would now generate feelings of lust and erotic impulses.

She watched his eyes widen, could see his breathing get heavier, and noticed a bulge now appearing in his pants as she grabbed his jeans and began to shimmy them down his legs. Licking her lips and giving him a seductive wink, she beckoned him to let her take them down.

"You know you want to. Don't lie to me, big boy."

"W-What? No, I don't! Mom, what is - what are you - I don't -"

Jerald stammered weakly, looking feebly as if he wanted to resist - or rather - that he knew he should resist, that this was wrong on so many levels.

Merah pulled his pants down.

In a couple minutes, she had taken her top off, exposing her - or rather, Ana's - breasts to her 'son'. Jerald looked pained and conflicted. He looked as if he was still genuinely puzzled at what was happening. But for reasons unknown to him, of course, his body was responding in a way he never had before. Now the idea of seeing his mother's bared breasts was a turn on instead of a turn off.

His dick was throbbing, a dent in his underpants, and Merah rubbed it through his shorts, causing him to shudder at her touch.

"Tell me you want it, baby."

"But...I don't!"

"You didn't before. But now...now you want to. I've shown you a whole new desire, and you want me, baby. You want me badly, more than any other woman you've ever known. Give in to the temptation, honey. It'll be delicious."

She reached into his underpants and her hand closed around Jerald's cock.

He let out a groan, unable to help himself as she freed his cock from its confines, where it stood straight up, pointing directly at her face, at her mouth - to be precise. His cock and balls quivered before her, and she fondled his scrotum with one hand, caressing and massaging his ballsack while giving him a look of puppy-dog eyes.

"Don't you want to touch my breasts, baby?"

Jerald moaned. "N-No! I...I don't...understand...Mom, please stop..."

"You don't seem to want me to stop," Merah said, laughing.

Leaning down, she blew on the tip of his cock, eliciting another lovely groan from him - this time, he was groaning her name.

"Ohhhh...oh Mom!" Jerald said in a way he'd never done so before, as Merah sunk her mouth down onto his cock.

Merah had sucked many cocks in her life. There was always the same salty taste to the male organ as usual. And given her profession...most of the cocks she'd sucked, she'd done so while posing as the boy's mother.

It made the blowjobs ten times more special.

Jerald was stiff, his whole body rigid, hands by his side, as if trying to control himself from reaching out to touch her, to touch his mother.

Merah decided that as his 'mom' she had to help him out. And so she took her lips off his cock - he groaned with longing and disappointment as she did - and helped ease him out of his jacket and shirt.

Completely naked, Jerald sat on the couch, trying to hide his cock from his 'mother', even as it stood straight up through his fingers and he tried and failed desperately to conceal it.

"Hey. Quit it. You can't repress what's natural," Merah continued.

Resuming the process of seduction, she returned to giving Jerald his first ever 'motherly' blowjob.

This was all part and parcel of the Cult's operations. Merah's scouts - Ciera and Goodwin - would go out and find potential 'projects.' They aimed to look for good boys and mothers, who had never once entertained perverse thoughts of incest or anything of the sort. Then they would hand the case files, with all the information collected, to the Dominatrix team, who would then begin the seduction process on both the boy and the mother, until eventually, both mother and son had been so completely and hopelessly entangled in unwitting incestuous lust that they came together themselves and consummated the relationship they should've had a long time ago - and had sex.

A mission wasn't considered a success until a boy's cock had reunited with his mom's warm wet furnace of a pussy, and tainted it with his glorious semen.

Bonus points if the kid knocked his mom up on his first try.

The Cult had a little ranking system, where they tabulated the points each Dominatrix-Scout team earned every year. Merah and Ciera had always topped the list.

They'd get points for a variety of things like:

-Boy gets mom pregnant on first fuck (15 pts)
-Mom gives son blowjob without prompting (5 pts)
-Boy cums in mom's pussy more than three times in one night (10 pts)
-Threesome with mom and two sons (20 pts)
-Boy and mom decide to make relationship secret but permanent (50 pts)
-Boy and mom decide to make relationship public AND permanent (100 pts)
-Boy breaks up with girlfriend (80 pts)
-Boy vows to never look at/think of/fuck another girl (30 pts)
-Mom breaks up with dad (50 pts)

You get the idea.

Jerald was moaning now. Part of him still resisted both Merah's seductive advances and her Manipulation Magic. She could feel the civilized, decent part of him fighting back against what her body (and her spell) was doing to him, doing to his body, to his hormones.

But with each moan, his willpower was weakening. His resistance was decreasing. Slowly but surely, the process of converting his hormones, from forever ingraining the idea of sex with the thought of his mother permanently, was almost complete. His hormones were 90% changed at this point, such that he couldn't help but be aroused at the sight of his mother, even if he didn't want to.

"Oh, Mom...please don't stop..." Jerald moaned, bony chest heaving.

Merah smiled, taking his cock deep in her mouth, her lips smacking against his balls with each time she went down on him. Jerald grew bolder. His altered hormones now controlling his actions, the once-reluctant 'good boy' put his hands on the back of her head and began thrusting into what he believed was his 'mom's' mouth. The depravity of his actions turned Merah on and she felt her pussy trickling down her thighs.

She would have loved to just pounced on Jerald and rode him hard, fucked his brains out right now. But that would have to wait. There was a process to the whole seduction. It had to be done right.

And with a last triumphant thrust, signifying the point of no return, Jerald finalized the crossing over from one side of the world to another - from those who chastised incest, to those who celebrated it - as he came hard, shooting ropes and ropes of semen down Merah's throat, groaning and shuddering violently as he rubbed his balls over his 'mom's' face.

***

"Mom...mom, what have we done? That was so...wrong! It was sick!" Jerald, having fucked his lust completely out of him (and down Merah's throat) now looked meek and scared again.

Completely nude still, he covered his flaccid, cum-stained cock with his hands, though it was starting to rise at half-mast yet again.

Merah winked, licking a drop of cum off her left boob. She got up and whispered seductively in his ear.

"Let's just keep this between us and never speak of it again."

She leaned back and turned to leave.

But before she left Jerald alone in the house, with nothing but his whirling thoughts at what had just happened, to help him recover from undoubtedly the wildest life-changing event of his life...

She called back to him over her shoulder.

"But...if you want to continue with this...you need only ask. Just remember. You make that decision...there's no turning back."

***

That night, Merah watched the Bones household. She saw Jerald in his room, sitting on his bed. With everyone asleep and only him alone with some privacy, she watched him with his pants down.

She read his thoughts, and knew he was thinking of the events of the day. And she saw his thoughts turn to that of his mother, asleep in the other room.

Slowly, his cock began to grow and rise. Soon, it was no longer soft, but long and large and thick and red, throbbing for the one woman it should not have gotten hard for - his mom.

Merah smiled, as he put his head in his hands, looking ashamed of himself. And then he immediately took his cock in his hand and started jerking off.

As Jerald came again, spewing jets of white cum all over his bedsheets with a loud groan of orgasmic pleasure, she knew now his outlook on sex and thoughts on his mother had been forever changed. Now he would always view her as a sexual object. Now he would always be aroused at the thought of her.

And soon enough, the coupling of mother and son would be complete.

***

S: You said you met Jerald. How is he?

N: Oh, he was alright. When I met him a couple years ago, he was fresh out of university. He...uh...I met his mom too.

S: Did you now? Could you tell, just by looking at the two of them, that they were having a little hanky-panky action?

N: This is sick. It's so sick. The Cult seduced that poor boy and turned him into a pervert.

S: We never did anything like that. We simply awoken desires within him, desires he'd buried.

N: Oh yeah? Well...wait. What do you mean...'you' did that? Just who the hell are you? And when will you take this sack off of my head? Do you have something to hide? Afraid I might recognize you?

S: Detective Nolan, please cut the dramatics. Once you've told your story, I'll tell you mine. It is nice to hear how Jerald is doing. I've really missed him. Now, please, do tell me what else Jerald told you.