WICKed Hormones Ch. 09

Tightening the grip on her breasts, Karen whispered, "It's okay, Honey... just let it out."

Speeding up, even more, he exclaimed, "Oh, Mom!! Your tits are so awesome! They're gonna make me blow!!"

It made Karen cringe to hear the word 'tits' come from Jacob's mouth. Any other time the virtuous mother would have rebuked her son for using such a filthy word; however, she decided to let it go this one time. So, she softly replied, "Go ahead, Sweetie, shoot your stuff all over me."

Jacob reared back, took hold of his quivering cock, and yelled, "AAAAAAAHHHHH MOOOMMMMM!!" as he unloaded huge ribbons of sperm all over his naked mother.

Karen couldn't help but mew in approval as the hot and creamy fluid splashed all over her mouthwatering body. It splattered from her freshly fucked boobs past her matronly hips down to her curvy thighs. Lost in the moment, the loving mom softly cooed, "There you go, Baby... get it all out... good boy."

Shortly after, Karen lay propped on her elbow, facing Jacob, who now lay on his back, catching his breath. As her son's sticky man cream streamed down across her curvy body and onto the bed, she chuckled and said, "Well, I guess I'll be washing another comforter."

Turning his head towards Karen, "Sorry, Mom... for making such a mess."

"It's okay, Sweetie." Karen smiled while patting his skinny chest, then added, "As long as you feel better... that's what's important."

Nodding enthusiastically, Jacob replied, "Oh yes, ma'am. You always make me feel better. Thank you so much for taking care of me."

Karen's smile broadened, and she said, "You're welcome, Sweetie." She leaned forward and kissed Jacob's forehead, and continued, "I'm your mother... it's my job." After glancing at the clock, the helpful mother added, "I better get cleaned up. I need to start dinner soon."

Jacob watched as Karen rolled away from him and walked over to the closet for a towel, trying as best she could not to drip semen all over the floor. He never got tired of seeing his mom's beautiful naked body. It was just so feminine, curvy, and it jiggled in just the right places.

After grabbing two towels, Karen stepped back over to the bed, tossed one to Jacob, and said, "Now, Jake, remember... tomorrow you have a doctor's appointment, so I'll pick you up after school."

Scooching over and sitting on the side of his bed, Jacob responded, "Don't worry, Mom... I won't forget." As the teenager used the towel to wipe off his deflating cock he asked, "However, I do have one question."

"What's that, Sweetie?" Karen replied while wrapping the towel around her naked body.

"Well... no offense to Aunt Brenda, but she's a gynecologist. What does she know about..." Jacob then pointed down at his crotch and finished, "You know... man-land?"

Karen burst out with laughter and replied, "Man Land??" She then bent over to collect her clothes off the floor. "You have an amusement park between your legs or something?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob responded jokingly, "Well, maybe I do. You have to admit... you did seem to enjoy the ride earlier."

Standing up straight, Karen retorted, "Jacob! Don't be crass."

"Sorry, Mom," Jacob apologized as he stood up and tossed his towel into the hamper. "But seriously, she's a lady-doctor... how can she help me?"

With her clothes draped over her arm, Karen walked over to Jacob and said, "My baby sister may be a 'lady' doctor, but she is still... a doctor." Giving him a warm smile, she continued, "Sweetie, I don't expect her to cure you of that thing... I just want her to give you a quick check-up... that's all." The concerned mother then ruffled his brown hair, "Need to make sure my little snuggle monster is good and healthy."

Jacob sighed and said, "Mom... if Sara ever comes over here... you have to do me a favor and not call me those type of names in front of her!"

Karen smiled and replied, "You're so cute", as she turned to leave. As she unlocked and pulled open the bedroom door, she said matter of factly, "Be a dear and change the comforter on your bed... you should find a clean one in the linen closet."

Jacob followed after her and pleaded, "Mom... I'm serious... you have to promise me that you won't!" He had many humiliating moments during his teenage years with his doting mother and her embarrassing nicknames. The last thing he wanted was Karen Mitchell going into 'mommy mode' around Sara Miller.

Before walking out, the playful mother turned back to her son and sweetly replied, "I make... no promises." She then added, "Boop!" while she tapped him on the nose with her forefinger and walked out.

Jacob watched as his mother dressed in only a bath towel sashayed down the hallway. He then called out to her, "Please, Mom? Moooommm!!"

Never looking back, Karen's only reply was, "Don't forget to change the comforter!"

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The next day, Jacob walked out of the school building and found Karen's Jeep parked in the pick-up line. While tossing his book bag on the back seat, he greeted her. "Hi, Mom."

Jacob then climbed into the front passenger seat, where his cheerful mother replied, "Hi Sweetie... how was school?"

After pulling the door closed, Jacob began to fasten his seatbelt. He replied, "It was pretty good, actually." He held his gaze on his mother while she steered her SUV out of the parking spot. She was wearing a summery cotton dress, dark sunglasses, and wedge sandals. Conservative and wholesome, but still sexy and beautiful.

As Karen pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway, she asked, "How did the history exam go?"

Jacob smiled at her and answered, "I think I aced it!"

Karen went, "Woo Hoo!" and held her hand up for a 'high five'.

Jacob slapped her palm with his and said, "It was great, Mom... I felt like I knew every answer. Some of the stuff I didn't even remember studying."

"Wow...That's great, Honey." Karen then quickly followed up with, "Did you talk to Sara today?"

"Yes, ma'am... I sure did! In Chemistry class and at lunch."

The curious mom then asked, "Is everything still a go for Saturday?"

Jacob smiled and replied, "Uh-huh! We're still trying to decide which movie to go see."

"How about dinner that evening?" Karen added.

"Sara loves pizza, so we plan to hit the Mellow Mushroom next door to the theater after the movie ends."

Nodding her approval, Karen said, "Sounds like a plan. How are you getting there and back? Y'all need a ride?"

Shaking his head, Jacob responded, "No ma'am... Mrs. Miller insisted on dropping us off and picking us up."

Karen chuckled, then said, "I'm surprised she's not going on the date with you." She glanced over at Jacob to find a curious look on his face. She then continued, "Well, I mean Mrs. Miller can be quite the smother."

Jacob's brow furrowed, and he replied, "A what?"

Karen glanced at Jacob, giggled, then said, "It's when a mom constantly hovers over her kids and never gives them a minute's peace... we refer to her as a 'smother'."

Looking back at the road, Karen continued, "If you and Rachel think I'm bad... believe me... I'm no match for Donna Miller." Turning back to Jacob, she included, "When her kids were growing up, that woman watched over them like a hawk. I'm shocked she actually let her two sons go away to college."

Jacob whispered, "Now you have me worried."

Karen giggled and reached over and patted Jacob's knee, "Don't worry, Sweetie... you just be the young gentleman that your dad and I raised, and all will be fine." The smile on the loving mom's face faded, and she added, "However, it goes without saying you must keep your... thing hidden and under control. If Donna Miller found out about your situation, she would probably freak out and want to have Pastor Miller perform some sort of exorcism on you."

Even with the sunglasses covering his mother's eyes, Jacob could feel the seriousness of her stare. He replied, "Don't worry, Mom... I think I can handle it. I've done a good job so far of hiding it from other people. Plus, I don't want to blow it with Sara... I really like her."

The smile returned to Karen's face. "I know you do, Honey... I just want you to be careful and to be prepared if any problems should... arise."

Understanding her meaning, Jacob nodded in agreement. After a few seconds, he asked, "Speaking of my... problem... how much does Aunt Brenda know about my situation?"

Staring straight ahead, Karen replied, "Well... she knows all about Dr. Grant and the WICK-Tropin program. She is also aware of the effect the hormones had on your penis."

Lowering his voice, Jacob asked, "Have you told her about you having to... you know... help me?"

Shaking her head, Karen replied, "No... of course not... and I prefer to keep it that way." She then turned to look at Jacob and continued, "I will only tell her if it is absolutely necessary."

Jacob asked, "Well, can you trust her to keep everything secret?"

Karen resumed looking straight ahead. As she drove along the busy interstate highway, her mind suddenly drifted back to a horrible event that took place about five years ago. It was a secret she shared with her baby sister... a very dark secret that no one else in the family knew to this day.

Like Karen, Brenda was tall, curvy, and gorgeous, but that is pretty much where the two sisters' similarities ended. In contrast to Karen, Brenda took after their mother and had honey blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Unlike her conservative, straight-laced older sister, Brenda liked to party and date many different guys. She wore her clothes too tight and her skirts too short. Growing up, she pretty much drove their mother insane. Because of their similar looks and personalities, Karen swore that her daughter Rachel was actually Brenda's younger clone.

Even though Brenda was a bit promiscuous in her youth, she was very bright and an excellent student. She went on to get her medical degree and became a well-respected gynecologist. During that time, she met and fell deeply in love with Mark Sullivan, who works in international business. The two eventually married and settled into a comfortable life along with their preschool-aged son, Daniel.

The unspeakable occurrence took place during the annual Memorial Day family cookout. That particular year the event was held at the Mitchell home with Karen and Robert acting as hosts. Most family and close friends were in attendance except for Brenda's husband, Mark, who was overseas for an unexpected business conference.

Even though Brenda was a faithful wife and loved her husband deeply, she never lost the flirtatious side of her personality. She had always enjoyed the attention of men and the off-color banter. Mark knew Brenda was sort of a tease and did not mind her innocently flirting as long as, at the end of the day, it was him that ended up balls deep inside her vexing body.

Earlier that year, with her husband's support, Brenda underwent breast enhancement surgery. She had always been a little envious of her older sister and the attention Karen received from her busty rack. The lovely doctor had her breasts enlarged from a solid "B" up to a mouthwatering "DD" cup. Brenda was delighted with the results. Not only did she look like a Hollywood starlet, but her husband could not keep his hands off of her.

For the family cookout, Brenda purchased a new yellow string bikini. Her original plan was to surprise Mark with the new suit and flaunt her "assets" in front of the other men in attendance. Unfortunately, at the last minute, Mark was called away and had to travel overseas. However, Brenda decided to wear the new suit anyway.

It was a hot day, and Brenda probably drank more than she usually would have if Mark had been with her. Also, in her husband's absence, the half-naked bombshell received a lot of attention... especially from a certain twenty-one-year-old named Chris Thomas.

Chris was the son of Karen and Robert's friends from across the street and was home from college for the summer. He was fit, confident, and very handsome... a real smooth operator despite his youth. He spent most of his time hanging out with Brenda and making sure her red party cup never got empty. With the effects of the heat and the alcohol, Brenda's inhibitions were dramatically low, and her flirting with the young 'Adonis' was getting to the point of risqué.

A while later, Karen went into the house. She went upstairs, and as the lovely housewife walked past the guest bedroom, she heard noises coming from inside. As Karen stepped up closer to the closed door, she heard what sounded like grunting and moaning.

At first, Karen thought it was probably a couple of teenagers who had snuck their way upstairs. She was appalled at the lack of respect shown for her gracious hospitality and Christian home. The angered hostess then slowly turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open just a crack. Her eyes went wide with absolute horror as she gasped to herself, "Oh my goodness!!"

The dresser mirror reflection gave Karen a complete view of the evil taking place in her house. Brenda was on the bed on all fours with her hands tightly grasping at the light blue comforter. Her discarded bikini top was lying on the bed next to her and the skimpy bottoms dangled from her left ankle.

Standing behind Brenda was the young stud, Chris Thomas, from across the street. His swimming trunks pulled down to around his knees, and his hands tightly held the rounded hips of the older woman. His eyes were closed as he continuously slammed his body into the married doctor's shapely upturned ass. He grunted between thrusts, "Oh Doc!! You have... a great... pussy!!"

Karen was stunned and frozen in place as she watched the horrible scene of her sister committing the wicked sin of adultery. At first, she thought maybe Brenda was being forced to do this. She could not believe that her sister, a well-respected doctor, and wife, would willingly cheat on such a wonderful man as Mark. However, the look of utter euphoria written on Brenda's beautiful face told a completely different story.

Brenda lowered her front and supported herself on her elbows. She arched her back and tugged harder on the comforter with both hands, and began a constant chant of "Oh yes... Oh yes... Oh yes." Chris began to speed up, and he pushed the cheating wife closer and closer to the edge.

Chris snuck his right hand underneath Brenda and grabbed one of the luscious fruits hanging from her chest. When the handsome frat boy squeezed the enlarged juicy melon, a wave of delightful pleasure spread throughout the doctor's body. She closed her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh Yes! Fuck Me!! That's it... Right there!! Don't you dare stop!!"

Putting both hands back onto Brenda's gyrating hips, Chris plowed into her dripping wet cunt with all his might. The intoxicated adulteress closed her eyes tighter and called out, "Oh Yes!! Fuck Me!! I'm gonna cum!! Ohhh God!! FUCK ME!! OHHHH GODDDD!! I'M CUMMMINNNNNGGGG... YEESSSSSSSS!!"

The constant clenching of Brenda's climaxing vagina around Chris's impressive manhood sent him over the edge. He threw his head back and yelled, "OH FUCK YEAH!! TAKE IT... YOU SLUT!!"

Although horrified, Karen could not look away as she was captivated by the trainwreck taking place right before her eyes. She tried to comprehend how her married sister could do this... to cheat on Mark with this... boy. How could she allow him to degrade her in such a fashion and spill his potent seed into her unprotected vagina?

The two guilty parties remained coupled as they tried to get their breathing under control. Brenda had her head down with her forehead resting on the soft comforter. She all of a sudden felt her partner in crime tense up and gasp.

Instinctively, Brenda looked up, and in the mirror, she saw Karen's reflection at the door. The unfaithful wife quickly sobered up and panicked, "OH GOD!! GET OFF ME!! NOW!!" Brenda grabbed her bikini top and scurried off the bed. Chris pulled up his swimming trunks and hurried out of the room... never looking Karen in the eyes as he ran past her.

After walking into the room, Karen shut the door behind her. Brenda, sitting on the bed was trembling as she fumbled with her bikini top, trying to regain some sense of modesty. "Oh God, Karen... I'm sorry... I don't know what happened!!"

Karen walked over and sat down on the bed beside her sister, still trying to cope with what she witnessed. After a few seconds, she asked, "Oh my gosh... Brenda... what were you thinking? What if one of the children had walked in on you?"

Brenda began to sob, "I-I don't know!! I just.." She then looked at her sister with pleading eyes and added, "Please, Karen... Please... don't tell Mark!"

Grabbing Brenda's hand, Karen replied, "Speaking of Mark, how could you do this to your husband? Don't you love him?"

Continuing to cry, Brenda nodded then replied, "Yes... Oh God, yes... more than anything! That's why I'm begging you not to tell him, Karen. He would never forgive me."

Karen sighed and then said, "Well, help me understand why you would do such a thing as to cheat on him with some frat boy."

For the next twenty minutes, Brenda relayed to Karen how lately she had been feeling quite lonely. Mark's business has required him to be out of town more and more. When he was home, he was exhausted, and the lack of bedroom activity had her frustrated. With Brenda's high libido, masturbation could only do so much.

Brenda went on to explain how excited she was about this weekend. She was hoping to surprise Mark with her new sexy swimsuit in hopes it would be the spark needed to reignite her husband's desires. However, it all went down the tubes when he had to go out of town unexpectedly and left her to attend the family gathering alone.

"I know it's not Mark's fault that he had to go to London so unexpectedly," Brenda continued, "I just felt angry and abandoned. Then you add in the alcohol and the attention of a young hunk like Chris..." She then looked back to her big sister and continued, "I don't know... it just spun out of control." The regretful wife began to cry again. "Oh, Karen... what am I going to do?"

Karen couldn't help but feel bad for Brenda. She wrapped her arms around her distraught baby sister and pulled her in for a hug. After all was said and done, she agreed not to tell Mark or anyone for that matter... not ever her husband, Robert. Karen loved her sister and brother-in-law and decided best to keep the secret and not ruin their marriage because Brenda made one stupid mistake... although it was a big one.

After Brenda calmed down and straightened herself up, she held Karen's hand and said, gratefully, "Thank you, Karen... thank you so much. If you EVER find yourself in a desperate situation and need my help, I will be there for you... I swear!!"

Karen wiped a tear from Brenda's cheek and replied, "Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but let's hope that time never comes." Little did she know back then that five years later, ironically, that day would finally arrive.

"Mom?" Jacob's voice brought Karen back to the present. "Mom... did you hear me?"

Looking over at her son, Karen replied, "What? What was that, Sweetie? I'm sorry... I was thinking about something."

Jacob repeated his question, "I said... do you think we can trust Aunt Brenda to keep all this a secret?"

A slight smile formed on Karen's face, and she replied, "Yes, Baby... I think we can." She turned back to face forward then confirmed, "We most definitely can."

With it being late in the afternoon, the gynecologist's office was almost deserted. Karen parked her vehicle in the back parking lot, then she and Jacob entered through the employee entrance.

Knowing her way around the building, Karen led Jacob through the labyrinth of hallways down to Brenda's office. They arrived to find Dr. Sullivan sitting behind her large mahogany desk, typing on her computer.