WICKed Hormones Ch. 11

Karen leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. "Since when do you voluntarily hang out with Jake up in his room? And I can't remember the last time we got through a family dinner without some kind of name-calling or shenanigans." Putting up her hand, Karen added, "Don't get me wrong... it was a wonderful change, but also way out of character for you two."

While continuing to rinse dishes, Rachel reiterated, "Mom... nothing is going on."

Karen huffed, "Have you forgotten that I am your mother? Rachel... I know when you're hiding something."

Rachel knew it would be best to nip this in the bud. She turned off the faucet and turned to Karen, and relented, "Alright... you got me." After a deep breath, she continued, "I'm trying to be nicer to the dork in hopes it may help with his decision to pick Georgia over Georgia Tech. That's why I spent the afternoon playing video games with him. You know what they say... you catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar."

Karen cut her eyes. "You sneaky little devil... you know I should get onto you for trying to manipulate your little brother like that." She then leaned in and said softly, "However, I guess I can overlook it this time since I'm also hoping he chooses Georgia." The two ladies giggled, and then Karen put up her index finger and added, "Now, your dad thinks I'm neutral on this subject... so keep this between us."

Rachel nodded and replied, "Don't' worry, Mom... your secret is safe with me."

After finishing his homework, Jacob decided to play some video games for a while. Because of the massive hard-on caused by kissing Rachel earlier, he planned to wait until his parents went to bed, and then he would jack off while watching some porn on his computer.

While Jacob conducted his latest campaign against the dreaded evil empire, he failed to notice the door to his room suddenly opened. Seeing her son wearing the noise-reducing headphones, Karen entered, walked over, and stood behind his chair.

As Karen watched Jacob playing his game, she suddenly caught his unique scent. It wasn't overpowering but still potent enough to ignite the delightful tingling sensations in her breasts and vagina.

A wave of horror suddenly washed over the concerned mother. She remembered that Rachel had not long ago been up here with Jacob. In fact, they had spent the entire afternoon with each other. She even noticed the little smiles they shared across the dinner table. There was no name-calling... no insults...

In the kitchen earlier, Karen asked her daughter what was going on with her and her brother. At first, Rachel seemed flustered by the question before finally coming up with a plausible excuse. Was it possible?

Karen's pulse began to race. Normally it would have been a result of the sexual arousal caused by the chemicals coursing through her veins. However, this time was different, and terror clamped around her heart like a vice.

Could Rachel have fallen victim to the hormones? Was it possible her married daughter had betrayed her sweet husband for the sinful pleasures brought on by her little brother's obscenely large manhood? Had Rachel been corrupted like herself?

Suddenly, disturbing images of her children engaging in the unspeakable depravity of incest crept into Karen's mind. The ungodly thoughts repulsed the Christian mother to the point she felt sick to her stomach. Even more horrifying was the unwanted dark thrill that caused her vagina to spasm and trickle droplets of moisture into her panties. "NO!" Karen called out in defiance.

Startled by this, Jacob finally noticed Karen standing behind his chair. He paused his game and took off the headphones. Seeing the look of complete horror on his mother's face, he asked with concern, "Mom? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Karen pushed the obscene thoughts from her mind. She then forced a smile on her beautiful face and replied, "Yes, Sweetie... I'm fine. I apologize if I startled you." She sat down on the bedside and added, "I got caught up in watching you play your game. When I saw your character about to get shot, I guess I overreacted."

Jacob replied, "That's okay, Mom... it can get pretty intense." He then held out the controller. "Here... you wanna give it go?"

Karen put up her hand and smiled again, only this time it was genuine. "No, Baby... thank you, though. I just wanted to check on you and tell you goodnight." She leaned in closer to Jacob and asked, "Is everything okay? Have there been any changes with your situation?"

Jacob shook his head and replied, "No, Mom... no changes... for the most part, everything's the same."

Leaning in, Karen asked, "And no one else has found out about your..." She then motioned with her head towards his crotch, "...growth?"

Shaking his head, Jacob replied, "No, Ma'am... the only people that know are Ms. Turner, Aunt Brenda, you, and me." He hated lying to his mother, but he knew it was imperative to keep his and Rachel's arrangement a secret.

Jacob could sense the stress radiating from Karen. He asked, "Mom? Is something wrong? You seem a bit tense."

Karen chuckled, "Is it that obvious?" She sighed and then continued, "I'm just somewhat worried that with you spending more and more time with Sara, the chances are greater of her or someone in her family finding out."

Jacob put up his hand. "Mom... don't worry. I'm doing all I can to make sure that doesn't happen."

Putting her hand on Jacob's arm, Karen replied, "I know you are, Sweetheart, and you are doing a great job. But if something were to happen and you're afraid to tell me, please don't be scared. You can come to me no matter how bad it might be. Remember... I'm your mother, and I'm here for you... always."

Not sure where the conversation was going, Jacob, replied suspiciously, "Ohhh... kay." He thought for a second and then continued, "Mom... there's nothing to tell. Honestly, I'm good... well maybe, except..." He then rolled his chair out from under the desk and continued, "I really could use some help with this." He then looked down at his lap.

Karen's eyes dropped down to Jacob's crotch. Seeing that lump in his shorts caused her to feel a major sense of relief. Could it be that her suspicions were misplaced? Maybe she overreacted about her children sinfully fornicating under her roof. He had an erection, which most likely meant he had not recently ejaculated.

Karen's worry gave way to arousal and her sense of motherly duty. Even though Robert was in the house, she was very tempted to throw caution to the wind and break her number one rule. The loving mother imagined herself locking the door, removing her clothes, and using her curvy matronly body to fulfill her boy's needs.

Suddenly Jacob said, "Don't worry, Mom... with Dad being here, I know the rule."

Jacob's statement of logic snapped Karen out of her naughty daydream and back to reality. She smiled and asked, "Are you still going to Sara's tomorrow for the cookout?"

Nodding his head, Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am. I'm supposed to be there at six o'clock."

While running her fingers through Jacob's unruly brown hair, Karen said, "Well, I'll be sure to help you tomorrow before you go... okay?"

Jacob smiled, "Okay, Mom... thanks."

Karen then stood up. She kissed the top of his head then said, "I love you, Sweetie... don't stay up too late."

As Karen walked across the room to leave, Jacob replied, "I won't, Mom... I love you too."

After closing the door behind her, Karen leaned her back against the wall. She was still somewhat troubled by the possibility that something could happen between Rachel and Jacob if things continued. Lord forbid nothing already had.

Karen thought It was one thing for her to "help" Jacob with his condition. She was his mother, and ultimately his well-being was her responsibility. It was her cross to bear.

Rachel, however, was Jacob's sister and should not get involved in this situation. She was happily married and trying to start her own family. If something were to happen and Rachel did get exposed to the hormones, it could mean total disaster for the entire family.

As Karen walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, she decided it would be necessary to keep a close eye on her offspring. With Rachel spending more time with her brother, it would increase her chances of exposure. She would have to carefully watch for any signs of possible mischief going on between her children.

Three women now have fallen victim to the overpowering effects of Dr. Grant's hormone experiment. Karen hoped and prayed she would be able to keep the number from reaching four... or more. Little did the concerned mother know that when it came to protecting her daughter... she was already too late.

As Karen entered the master bedroom, she noticed Robert already in bed, gently snoring. She went into the walk-in closet and undressed down to her black bikini-cut panties. After slipping on a matching black spaghetti strap cotton top, the horny mom went into the bathroom to get ready for bed and hopefully arouse her husband.

While she brushed her teeth, Karen couldn't help but notice how her arm motions caused her inflated free-hanging boobs to gently sway side to side. Suddenly a harrowing thought crept into her mind and she stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

With her mouth full of foamy toothpaste, Karen asked herself, "Do Rachel's breasts appear bigger lately?" After a few seconds of pondering, the concerned mother then remembered that her daughter has a habit of wearing her tops a little too tight. Karen shook her head and chuckled, "No... It's probably just my imagination running wild." At least she hoped and prayed that's all it was.

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On Saturday afternoon, Jacob walked into the kitchen from the garage to find Karen on the phone. She leaned over on the island wearing a green tank top and an old pair of tight-fitting khaki shorts that greatly accentuated her long legs and shapely bottom. With her hair up in a ponytail, Jacob thought his mom resembled a real-life version of Lara Croft.

After getting a sports drink from the refrigerator, Jacob took a seat on a stool across from Karen as she continued her phone conversation. While bent over the countertop, the domestic housewife inadvertently gave her son a perfect birds-eye view of her incredible cleavage. The tiny droplets of perspiration that clung to her massive boobs and the dirt smudges on her tank top were clear evidence that his mother had been outside working in her flower garden.

Noticing her son, Karen smiled at him. She then said into the phone, "That's no problem, Donna... I can help out with the beginner's Sunday school class. How long is Mrs. Garner planning to be away?"

After a few seconds, Karen stood up straight and replied to Donna, "A month?" She then shrugged her shoulders and added, "Sure... I'd be happy to fill in until she returns." Her eyes then shot wide, and she said, "Oh wait! I won't be able to the week after next... we'll be out of town. But other than that, I'll be available anytime you need me."

Karen chuckled then said, "Don't mention it... It would be my pleasure to help out." After another pause, she said, "I'm sure Jake would be happy to come over and help... in fact, he's standing right here... let me ask him."

Jacob gave his mother a confused look. Karen took the phone away from her ear and said, "Mrs. Miller wants to know if you could go over there a bit early. They have some family coming over for the cookout, and she wants to set up some additional tables. Since Pastor Miller and Sara are running a bit late getting home, she hoped you could go over and help her set up."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jacob replied, "Sure... no problem. When should I be there?"

Karen spoke into the phone, "Donna? When do you need Jake to come over?" After a few seconds, she replied to Jacob, "She said, just whenever you can."

Nodding, Jacob replied, "Okay... I'll go take a shower and start getting ready." He then left to go upstairs.

A couple of minutes later, Jacob came back downstairs to find his mother still on her phone conversation with Mrs. Miller. Karen said to Donna, "I've spent most of my day planting those fall perennials I was telling you about last Sunday. I think they will be beautiful once they start to bloom."

Karen noticed Jacob standing next to her with a look of frustration on his handsome young face. She said into the phone, "Donna... will you hang on a second?" She then took the receiver away from her ear and asked, "What's wrong, Jake?"

"I can't use my shower," Jacob replied. "Dad is in there trying to fix that leak again, and he has it completely torn apart."

Shaking her head, Karen responded, "Well, just go use the one in the master bath... it's no big deal." She then put the phone back to her ear and continued speaking to her friend, "Okay, Donna... what were you saying?"

Jacob interrupted again, "But Mom!" When Karen turned to look at him, he continued, "With Dad here... how are you going to help me with this?" He pointed down at his crotch.

Putting her hand over the transmitter, Karen replied in a harsh whisper, "Jake! Be careful what you say."

Jacob whispered, "Sorry, but remember... you said you were going to help me before I went over to Sara's house."

Karen then replied, "Sweetie... I'm trying to finish this phone call. Just go on up and get started with your shower."

"But Mom..."

In a harsh whisper, Karen responded, "Jake! Just do as I say. Go upstairs and get in the shower."

Jacob furrowed his brow and responded, "Yes, ma'am." He then turned and left to go upstairs.

Karen then took her hand from the receiver and continued her conversation, "Sorry about that, Donna." After a pause, she said, "No, nothing's wrong. Just trying to get Jake moving in the right direction. You know how scatterbrained teenage boys can be."

After laying out his clean clothes, Jacob undressed and put on his bathrobe, then made his way down the hall to his parent's bedroom. Once inside their bathroom, he took off his robe and hung it on a hook near the glass cubicle. He then stepped into the large walk-in shower and closed the door.

Jacob then turned on the jumbo-sized rain shower head. While standing under the cascade of water, he remembered years ago when his parents had the bathroom remodeled and a remark made by his dad. Robert joked back then, "This shower is so big we could probably fit half of a football team in here."

Meanwhile, down the hall in Jacob's bathroom, Robert continued to work on the leaking shower faucet. Suddenly from behind him, he heard his wife's voice, "Hey there Handsome... how's it going?"

Robert turned to find Karen standing in the doorway leaning up against the frame. He couldn't help but notice how sexy his gorgeous wife looked in her khaki short-shorts and tight-fitting tank top. Her arms were crossed underneath her breasts, creating more than a generous amount of eye-catching cleavage.

"This dang thing is giving me fits," Robert replied. He threw up his hand and said, "Maybe I should have taken your advice and called a plumber."

Karen dropped her head and giggled. She looked back up and said, "When are you men ever going to learn to listen to your wives? You know we're always right."

"I thought this would be an easy fix," Robert replied with a hint of frustration. He then noticed Karen cock her head and arch her brow. He then set down the wrench, huffed, and said, "Okay... okay... you're right. I should have listened to you."

A smile returned to Karen's face as she entered the bathroom. "Well, Mr. Fix It... could I ask you to take a break and do me a favor?"

Wiping his dirty hands with an old towel, Robert replied, "Anything... as long as it has nothing to do with plumbing."

Karen chuckled then replied, "No... no plumbing... I promise." She then leaned up against the counter and said, "I was planning to make that Cuban beef casserole for dinner that you like so much."

Robert immediately perked up. "You mean the one with the peppers and onions?"

Nodding in reply, Karen responded, "That's the one. However, I'm short on some of the ingredients." She then held up a piece of paper and continued, "Would you be my hero and go to the store for me? She looked down at her soiled tank top. "I would go myself, but I'm all dirty and stinky from working in the garden all afternoon."

Robert tossed the towel onto the countertop and said, "No problem... I think my keys and wallet are still downstairs."

As Karen handed the list to Robert, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you, Sweetheart." As her husband began to walk out of the bathroom, she called out, "Oh, Rob? One more thing before you go..."

Robert turned back around and asked, "Sure, Honey... what do you need?"

"Dad wants to come over for dinner tonight. After you finish the shopping, would you be a dear and swing by and pick him up on your way back?"

Robert smiled and replied, "Can do!" He then turned and left the room.

"Love you!" Karen called out.

From down the hall, she heard Robert reply, "Love you, too!"

While Jacob rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. When he arrived home earlier, the teenager had high hopes for some quality mother-son time before going to the cookout. However, his balloon quickly deflated when he discovered his father was home and working on the shower faucets in his bathroom. Now it appeared his only option would be jacking off before going on his date.

Suddenly from behind, Jacob heard Karen's voice, "I hope you're not using up all the hot water."

Somewhat startled, Jacob quickly turned around to find his mother standing in the doorway to the shower. His eyes went wide when he saw she was no longer wearing her gardening clothes. The gorgeous mother now donned her favorite pink satin robe.

The sight of the MILF that Jacob knew as 'Mom' caused his semi-erect cock to lurch and stiffen even more. Somewhat surprised, he asked, "Mom? W—what are you doing in here?"

While taking the clip out of her hair, Karen replied, "I thought you wanted us to shower together." She then chuckled and added, "You know... to save water?"

"I did! I mean... I do!" Jacob then looked towards the bathroom door and asked with concern, "What about Dad? He's right down the hall."

Karen chuckled and replied, "Not anymore, he's not." She then shook her head so that her chestnut brown locks fell loose and framed her beautiful face flowing down past her delicate shoulders. "I sent him on an errand."

"So... Dad's not in the house?" Jacob asked with cautious excitement. Karen shook her head in response.

All of a sudden, the air went back into Jacob's balloon. It appeared he was going to get that special mommy-son time after all. The thought made him grab hold and start stroking his aching shaft. "What happens if he comes back too soon?"

"Don't worry... I have that covered. Luckily your dad left his garage door opener sitting on the kitchen counter. Plus, I made sure to lock all of the exterior doors." She then pulled her cell phone out of the small pocket on her robe and held it up. "So, the only way he's getting back in is if he calls me first."

Karen then placed her cell phone down on the bathroom counter beside a small picture frame. It was a photo of her and Robert on their honeymoon in Cancun. Her seeing the image brought on a sense of nostalgia for the middle-aged wife. She couldn't help but think about the young newlywed couple and that wonderful trip all those years ago.

As Karen continued to gaze upon the photo, a wave of guilt suddenly washed over her. She had shamelessly manipulated Robert to leave the house so that she could be alone with Jake. But not only that, she had actually locked her loving husband out of his own home. The hormones were definitely clouding her morals and her judgment.