WICKed Hormones Ch. 12

The extra stimulation sent a jolt of electricity from Donna's pencil eraser-shaped nubs straight down to her buzzing clit. "Oh Yesssss!!" she hissed as her hips went into overdrive, causing the headboard to begin tapping against the wall. "Ugh! Yes! Ugh! Yes!" Donna called out in rhythm each time she hit bottom.

As she quickly reached the summit, Donna's hands tightened their grip on the headboard. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back as she took flight and called out, "Yes... Oh... Yesssss!!!"

While the euphoric waves spread throughout her convulsing body, an unintended thought crept into Donna's mind. A vision of Jacob's monster cock flashed in her head... intensifying the orgasm. She felt guilty, but it was no match for the incredible sensations lighting up her nerve endings. She couldn't help but scream, "OOOHHHHH GAAAWWWWD....YEEESSSSSS!!!!"

David could only smile as he ignorantly assumed he was responsible for Donna's thunderous outburst. Little did he know his loving wife's thoughts were elsewhere. Her writhing body was with him in their marital bed, but her mind transported back to her SUV parked behind the deserted restaurant with her hands and mouth full of Jacob's gigantic sex tool.

Moments later, Donna lay atop of David, softly moaning while catching her breath. Still coupled together, she could feel her husband's rigid member twitch periodically inside her juicy quim.

David lay underneath Donna, still a bit confused and intrigued. In all their years of marriage, he had never witnessed his prim and proper wife so sexually wild and aggressive... so wanton. It was as if she was a different person... using him for her own personal pleasure. Even though she acted totally out of character, the conservative pastor had to admit... he kind of liked it.

Slowly Donna raised and sat up straight on David's lap. While brushing her platinum blonde hair out of her radiant face, she smiled and commented, "Wow... I needed that!" She then let out a soft moan as she closed her eyes and rolled her hips... ever so gently stirring her honey pot.

David stared up at Donna. She looked so sensual and sexy while gyrating her sweat-covered body. Her creamy skin seemed to glisten in the pale moonlight. She appeared less a conservative mother and pastor's wife and more like a lusty porn star. The sensations of her warm pussy clutching his aching cock caused him to groan. He then said, "Honey... I must say that was... incredible! But... ummmm... I didn't finish."

Donna stopped moving her hips and looked down towards David. She then leaned forward and supported herself by placing her hands on her husband's shoulders. Staring into David's eyes, she gave him a wicked smile and whispered, "Silly boy... you weren't supposed to." She then leaned closer and gave him a peck on the lips.

Seeing the confused expression on David's face, Donna giggled as she sat back up straight. With a deep sigh, she added, "Don't worry, sweet hubby of mine, you'll get yours... eventually." The horny wife then grabbed the headboard and resumed grinding her hips, stoking the flames of arousal again.

Donna bit her bottom lip and moaned, "MMMmmmmmm!!" She then once again looked down at David and said, "Sweetheart... I hope you're comfortable... I have a feeling it's gonna be a long night."

Gazing up at his bewitching wife, David could see a lusty... almost evil gleam in Donna's eyes. His throbbing member twitched as he whispered, "Oh Lord!!"

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On Sunday morning, Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell walked into church together, carrying their Bibles and holding hands. Robert was dressed in a standard gray suit and blue tie. Karen wore a knee-length Sunday dress with short sleeves, sensible heels, and a matching purse. Usually, Jacob would have been with them, but he came down with a stomach bug, so his parents thought it better if he stayed home to rest.

The Mitchells eventually parted ways as they mingled with other church members. After a few minutes of shaking hands and pre-service pleasantries, Karen noticed Scott across the sanctuary talking with a small group of young men around his age.

Karen eventually worked her way over to Scott and greeted him with a warm hug. After pulling back from her son-in-law, she asked, "Where's Rachel? I wanted to speak with her about something before service began."

Shanking his head, Scott replied, "She's not here, Mom."

Cocking her head to the side, Karen asked, "Not here? Why not... where is she?"

Scott replied, "She woke up this morning with an awful stomach bug. I offered to stay home, but she insisted I go ahead and attend without her. Rachel said she probably just needs to sleep it off."

Karen could feel the color drain from her face. She had attempted to stay home with Jacob, but he also insisted she not miss church on his account.

Scott noticed the sudden look of horror spread across his mother-in-law's beautiful face. With concern, he put his hand on Karen's upper arm and asked, "Mom? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Trying to stay composed, Karen stammered, "Y--yes... I'm fine, Sweetie... thank you." Stepping back, she added, "I--I just remembered something, and I need to go to find Robert."

Karen quickly made her way back over to her husband, where she found him discussing football with a fellow deacon of the church, Jeffrey Graham. She lightly tugged on her husband's arm and said, "Honey... please give me your car keys... I need to run home real quick."

Robert could see a worrisome look on Karen's face. He said, "Honey If you're concerned about Jake... I'm sure he's fine. He was soundly sleeping when we left."

Shaking her head, Karen replied, "No... it's not that. I think I may have left one of the stove burners lit from breakfast this morning. In fact, I'm almost sure of it."

Robert chuckled, "Well, why not just call Jake and ask him to check?"

Karen fibbed while trying to remain calm, "I did, but he didn't answer his cell phone. Most likely, he has it on vibrate, and if he is asleep, he probably won't even hear the house phone." She held out her hand.

Reaching into his pocket, Robert asked, "Aren't you supposed to teach a Sunday School class this morning? I can go if you want."

Karen shook her head and replied, "NO!" The sudden outburst startled Robert, causing him to recoil just a little. She then placed her right hand on her husband's chest and added, "I mean... no, Honey... I'll go... if I hurry, I'll be back in plenty of time." She saw the look of concern on her husband's face and added in a soft voice, "Okay, okay... you got me... I also want to check on Jake while I'm there."

A knowing grin appeared on Robert's face. He nodded and said, "That's what I thought." He then chuckled and continued, "Once a mom... always a mom."

Karen returned his smile with one of her own, "Sweetheart... You know me all too well."

As Robert held out the car keys to Karen, he stated, "Just please be careful. Don't rush and get into an accident or anything."

Taking the keys from Robert, Karen replied, "I'll be careful... I promise." She then quickly kissed his cheek and added as she walked away, "I'll be back before you know it."

Minutes later, Karen drove up to the house, and her stomach immediately sank. "Oh no," she whispered to herself as she saw Rachel's car sitting in the driveway.

After parking behind her daughter's car, Karen exited her own and quickly walked towards the front porch. The 'click-clack' sound of her heels on the concrete was in perfect rhythm with the beating of her racing heart.

Karen quietly entered through the front door and closed it behind her. She found the house to be as silent as a tomb. The only sounds were the ticking of the grandfather clock and her quickened pulse thumping in her ears.

After setting down her purse, Karen begrudgingly began to ascend the stairs. She found the climb to be physically demanding, as if trying to walk through quicksand. In her head, she prayed over and over, 'Please, dear Lord... let me be wrong.' However, deep in the concerned mother's heart, she already knew the answer.

When Karen finally reached the landing on the second floor, she looked down the hallway towards Jacob's bedroom. The door was left ajar, and she immediately heard the familiar sound of the headboard to her son's bed rhythmically tapping against the wall.

Dreadfully, Karen forced herself to walk down the hallway, fearful of what awaited her. As she approached the partially open door, additional noises joined up with the constant tapping against the wall--the continuous squeaking of bedsprings along with the sensual moans of a young woman approaching climax.

Now standing right outside the door, Karen found taking the final step to be a difficult one. While she prayed for strength, the melody of suggestive sounds coming from inside the room greatly intensified.

The headboard went from rhythmic tapping against the wall to all-out thumping. The soft feminine moans had become a constant chant of "Yes!... Yes!... Yes!" as the female participant neared closer and closer to her joyous release. Even the overworked bedsprings creaked and groaned louder in their protest. Karen's pulse quickened as she could only imagine what she was about to discover.

Peeking around the door, Karen gasped at the sight. Even before peering into the room, the horrified mother knew what was happening, but witnessing the scene taking place on her son's bed was a whole different level.

Lying on his back, Jacob wore nothing except his 'Battlestar Galactica' tee-shirt, and his head rested on a pillow. He gazed up at his naked older sister while gently fondling her big, jiggling tits.

Rachel held onto the headboard with both hands while she rode Jacob's incredible monster. She would raise up until only the head of her brother's massive dick remained inside her dripping vagina, then drop herself back down. Her firm and meaty butt cheeks made a loud slapping sound each time they met with Jacob's crotch.

Frozen with shock, Karen witnessed helplessly from behind the door as her two precious children eagerly dined at the table of incestuous delights. While watching her offspring feed their ravenous hunger, the dumbfounded mother's lungs filled with the exotic fumes escaping the bedroom. It was an intoxicating combination of raw sex and Jacob's chemical-laced pheromones.

Horrified by her children's lack of decorum, Karen's mouth went completely dry. Yet, her leaking vagina had created a swamp in the gusset of her cotton panties.

Karen found herself mysteriously captivated by her beautiful daughter. She watched as Rachel sat up straight and increased the speed and intensity of her thrusting. No longer trapped in Jacob's hands, Rachel's mouthwatering boobs were free to swing around on her chest wildly. The older sibling called out, "Oh Yes... Yes... God!! Yessss!!"

Karen suddenly felt pity for Scott, who was back at church innocently attending Sunday service. He had no reason to doubt that Rachel was at home nursing an upset stomach. Little did her sweet son-in-law know that his loving wife was breaking her wedding vows and about to climax while riding her baby brother's insanely large manhood.

Even though the spying mother's stomach turned while witnessing her children's salacious act, she could not help but feel somewhat envious of her daughter. Karen knew all too well the immense pleasure Rachel's body was experiencing at that moment and the mind-blowing ecstasy that was yet to come. Without thinking, she raised up her skirt and slid her right hand inside her soaking wet panties.

Gripping his sister's gyrating hips with both hands, Jacob announced, "Rach! I'm almost... there!!"

Hearing this, Karen then noticed Jacob was not wearing a condom... Rachel was riding her brother bareback. Fear grasped her heart when she remembered her daughter was no longer taking birth control.

The lack of protection, however, did not hinder Rachel. She reached back and placed her hands on Jacob's skinny legs. Her hips then went into overdrive, and she grunted, "Do it... Dork! Plant your... nerd seed... in my... pussy!!!"

Jacob arched his back and yelled, "OHHHH RACHEL!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" as he blasted his massive and virile load into his married sister's unprotected womb.

Rachel slammed her hips down and threw her head back. Her body went into convulsions as she screamed with joy to the heavens, "OH YESSS!! OH MY GODDD....YEEESSSSSS!!!!" She then grabbed hold of her wobbling tits and pinched her tingling nipples, further enhancing the euphoric experience. "OOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Karen wanted to scream for them to stop this abomination, but she could not form the words. All she was able to do was groan from the wicked pleasure of her self-induced orgasm.

Moments later, Karen fought to catch her breath. To steady herself, she held onto the doorframe... her weakened knees felt like jelly. A wave of terror washed over her as she realized she may have just witnessed the conception of her illegitimate grandchild.

Rachel, still sitting atop of Jacob, began slowly rocking her hips. She chuckled and said, "Wow, Squirt... After that huge load, I can't believe you're still hard!" After a soft moan escaped her lips, Rachel continued, "Well, little brother... I take it you'd be up for round number--" She stopped short when she noticed movement outside the bedroom door and shrieked, "Oh my God!! MOM!!!!"

Karen's eyes flew open, and she gasped at the very moment she woke up. Dazed and confused, It took her a few seconds to realize she was in her bed and it was Wednesday morning.

While gathering her thoughts and recuperating from the horrible nightmare, Karen noticed her right hand stuffed inside her panties with her fingers buried deep in her vagina. She pulled her arm from underneath the comforter to find her digits coated with her sweet and slippery essence.

Still huffing for air, Karen jerked her head to the right and saw Robert was not in bed. She then noticed the bathroom light on and the shower running. Karen could faintly hear her husband singing in the shower... way off-key. She then straightened her head, looked up at the ceiling, and whispered in relief, "It was only a dream! Oh thank you, God... it was only... a dream."

Karen scrunched her brow and muttered, "What in the world?" as she felt around her spaghetti string tank top and found it unexpectedly wet. She then quickly sat up in bed, threw off the comforter, and looked down at her chest to discover she had lactated during the horridly vivid nightmare. Karen whispered in exasperation, "Oh great... now I'm lactating in my sleep?" She sighed and chalked it up as something new from the hormones to deal with.

Hearing the shower shut off, Karen hopped out of bed, removed her stained top, and tossed it into the closet to hide the evidence. She then grabbed a sports bra from one of her dresser drawers and quickly put it on. She then rearranged her big boobs inside the tight-fitting garment until they were properly adjusted.

After slipping on her robe, Karen cinched it up then left the bedroom to go to the kitchen and start breakfast. First, however, she decided to go down the hall to check on Jacob and make sure he was up for school.

Upon entering his room, Karen found Jacob still fast asleep. The doting mother smiled as she stood over her son for a few seconds watching his boyish chest rise and fall with his steady breathing. Even though it had been only a bad dream, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of relief to find her little man in his bed... alone.

While preparing breakfast, Karen kept thinking about the disturbing nightmare of Rachel and Jacob. She couldn't get over how vivid and real it felt. Even though some of the salacious details had begun to fade, she couldn't help but wonder what the dream could mean. Maybe it was some kind of warning, or could it just be the hormones playing on her fears?

Either way, Karen knew going forward, she would have to closely monitor the interactions between her son and daughter... especially if they were spending a lot of time alone. She was well aware of how easily women could be seduced by the mind-altering chemicals of those wicked hormones. As a concerned mother, it was her primary duty to protect her children... even if it meant protecting them from themselves.

Later on, in the kitchen, the Mitchells were having breakfast. Robert and Jacob sat at the table scarfing down Karen's delicious pancakes and sausage. In between bites, the father and son discussed some plans for the upcoming trip to Atlanta.

After taking a sip of coffee, Robert said to Jacob, "Now, on Sunday, your mom wants to go shopping. While she's at the mall, I thought you and I could run over and visit the College Football Hall of Fame." Jacob replied with his mouth full of delicious food by nodding in agreement.

Unlike his father, Jacob had no interest in college football or any sports for that matter. However, he figured spending some time with Robert might help soften the blow when he eventually breaks the news to his dad that he plans to attend the University of Georgia and not his alma mater, Georgia Tech.

After pouring herself some fresh coffee, Karen turned around and leaned back against the counter. As she brought the steaming cup to her lips, she asked her boys, "Anything interesting on the docket today?"

Robert shook his head and replied, "Not for me... just a typical workday... I hope."

Karen then turned her attention to Jacob and asked his son, "How about you, Jake? Don't you have a field trip or something today?"

Jacob nodded, then said, "Yep.. we're going to visit Fort Morris for our US History class."

Robert nodded, "Oh yeah, that's down near Savannah. We went there was I was in high school. I found it to be very educational." Before taking a sip of coffee, the curious father then asked, "Aren't report cards due to come out soon?"

Jacob nodded and replied, "Yes sir... next week, I think." He then locked eyes with Karen and casually added, "Don't forget about our deal, Mom." The teenager then resumed eating his breakfast, and his mother's eyes went wide when she realized what her son was referring to.

A while back, Jacob pestered Karen about allowing him to take some nude photos and videos of her. His mother's initial response was a resounding NO. Not only would it be highly improper, but also very dangerous for something like that to exist... especially on her son's cell phone.

Jacob claimed having something visual might assist him when 'helping' himself. Karen was adamantly against Jacob watching porn, and her son used that fact when pleading his case. He eventually persuaded his mother to change her 'no' into a 'maybe'... as long as he brought home a straight-A report card. It was not a complete victory, but at least he had his mom heading in the right direction.

"What kind of deal?" Robert asked with curiosity.

Between bites, Jacob replied, "Mom said she would reward me if I brought home a good report card."

Sitting back in his chair, Robert scoffed, "Man... things have certainly changed since I was a kid. It used to be if you didn't bring home a good report card, you got punished... there were no rewards for doing what your parents expected."

With her mug of coffee, Karen pulled out the chair beside Jacob and took a seat. She then looked across the table at Robert and said, "Your son is misleading you just a bit. He is to bring home a straight-A report card... nothing less." She then took a sip of her hot beverage.

Robert looked across the table to his son and commented, "Straight-A's, huh? That's a pretty tall order... do you feel confident that you can achieve that?"

Jacob replied, "Yeah... I think so." He then glanced over to Karen and added with a smile, "Mom can be a great motivator." His mother replied by scrunching her face in disapproval.