WICKed Hormones Ch. 13

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The following publication is a complete work of fiction. All sexual participants are eighteen years of age or older.

*** Author's Notes ***

Thank you all for your continued interest and taking the time to read my work. I want to give extra special thanks to Ms. Oedipus_Sex for lending her exceptional talents to edit this chapter. She was a great help with this particularly lengthy and challenging episode.

CHAPTER 13

Thursday afternoon saw Jacob riding his bicycle to the Miller's home right after school, just as he had planned the day prior with eager anticipation. His heart was pounding in his chest madly like a drum. He wasn't sure if it was from all the nervous energy he had, or from the fact that he was pedaling his bike as if he were trying to set a new land speed record.

Upon arriving at his destination, Jacob immediately saw Donna Miller's SUV. He quickly noticed that its liftgate was up, with the former glamor model (now turned suburban mom) unloading what appeared to be bagloads of groceries.

Jacob rode his bike up the driveway and quietly stopped just a few feet behind Mrs. Miller, who was bent over at the waist. She appeared to be strained stretching herself into the cargo area, attempting to retrieve a can which had rolled out of one of her grocery bags.

Jacob couldn't help but stare in admiration at the gorgeous MILF. Because of Mrs. Miller's vulnerable position, her form-fitting black skirt had ridden up snugly and was now pulled tighter around her hips, giving the lucky teenager a fantastic view of her shapely backside.

As soon as Donna had grabbed the runaway can of vegetables, Jacob announced his arrival, "Hi, Mrs. Miller! Need any help? "

"OH!!" Donna exclaimed in shock. Mrs. Miller quickly spun around to find Jacob behind her, still seated on his bicycle, with his book bag over his shoulders. She quickly noted that he was wearing his usual attire: cargo shorts, some sort of comic book character T-shirt, and sneakers. Placing her hand on her chest, she continued, "Oh my goodness, Jake...I didn't realize you were there!"

"I'm sorry if I startled you, ma'am." Jacob replied. "I just thought maybe you could use a hand." He reckoned this would be a good way to start ingratiating himself and earn some 'brownie points' with her.

Glancing around at the bags of groceries in her SUV, Donna concurred, "Well, now that you mention it, yes...I definitely could use some help." She smiled and added, "Thank you, Jake...that would be most kind of you!"

Parking his bicycle next to the Millers' garage, Jacob replied, "Sure thing, Mrs. Miller...it's no problem at all."

As they both gathered up the bags of groceries from Donna's trunk, Jacob took the opportunity to check out the rest of Mrs. Miller's outfit. Along with her knee-length pencil skirt, Donna was wearing a flattering, emerald-green, pullover blouse. The top was sleeveless, with a ribbed pattern, and fitted her just enough to showcase the housewife's ample bosom. Donna's platinum blonde hair was done up in a fashionable bun, and she donned a pair of high-heeled leather pumps on her feet. Even when grocery shopping for her family, it seemed the former model was still ready for the runway.

With several bags in hand, Jacob followed closely behind Mrs. Miller through their garage and into the kitchen...keeping his eyes glued to the gentle sway of her curvy hips the entire time. At once, the lecherous teenager could sense his flaccid cock beginning to stir anew in his cargo shorts.

After placing her bags and purse onto the kitchen countertop, Donna commented, "My apologies for you having to do this, Jake. I'd really intended to be home by this time already. However, my weekly lunch meeting with the pastor's wives group ran a little bit late. Then after, I stopped by at the grocery store and must've just completely lost track of time!"

Setting his set of bags down on the counter next to Donna's, Jacob replied, "Honestly, Mrs. Miller...it's no trouble at all. I'm glad to be of any help!"

Donna turned back to smile at the eagerly helpful teen, and only then happened to notice that Jacob's face was covered in a sheen of perspiration. "Oh, my goodness! Jake...you're sweating!"

Jacob chuckled, "I guess that bike ride from school was a bit more taxing than I'd anticipated!"

Donna inquired, "Can I at least get you something cold to drink?"

Nodding, Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am...some water would be great...as long as it isn't too much trouble."

"No trouble at all," Donna replied as she walked over to the refrigerator. With each step, her high-heeled pumps clacked audibly against her tiled and polished kitchen floor. As she bent over and rummaged around for a cold bottle of water, Jacob took the opportunity to adjust the growing erection threatening to tent inside of his shorts. At the same time, he took advantage of the chance to once more surreptitiously check out Mrs. Miller's shapely backside.

"Ah-ha! Here we go..." Donna commented, as she stood up straight again and closed the refrigerator's door. Handing a frosted water bottle to Jacob, she added, "The colder ones are always in the back." She then motioned towards the stools at the kitchen island. "Now go on, have a seat and drink your water while I get to putting these groceries away."

Setting his book bag on the floor and taking a perch on one of the stools, Jacob replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Miller." He then twisted off the bottle's cap and took several gulps of the refreshingly cold liquid.

Soon after she began putting the groceries away, Donna suddenly caught a whiff of a familiar scent as she chatted with Jacob. It was the same exotic smell from the previous Saturday night, and the vapors caused an immediate reaction in the preacher's wife. Exactly the same as last time, Mrs. Miller's body began experiencing a warming sensation spreading throughout her breasts, along with a pleasant buzzing within her suddenly hardening nipples.

Jacob watched as the beautiful mother busied herself with her domestic chores and couldn't help but be surprised at how well things were going so far. As of yet, there'd been no uncomfortable silence or awkward tension of any kind between them. It was as if nothing at all had happened the previous Saturday night...perhaps just as Mrs. Miller wanted.

As Jacob finished his bottle of water, he felt his confidence growing— along with the monster in his pants. Fixating his lustful gaze at the former model as she glided around the kitchen, the teenager then asked, "So Mrs. Miller...my mom mentioned that you wanted me to help set up a new computer?"

Donna closed her pantry door and responded, "Yes...that is, if you don't mind?" She then walked over to the island and added, "Karen had mentioned that you were quite good with electronics, and things of that nature." As Jacob started to get down from off the stool, she put up her hand and added, "But only when you're ready...there's really no rush."

Twisting the cap back onto the empty bottle, Jacob replied, "It's no problem. I'm ready now...just show me the way!" As he followed Donna through the house, the teenager's ogling eyes once again locked onto her wide, swaying hips. He wasn't totally certain, but Jacob could swear that the gorgeous housewife was putting a bit more swing in her gait as she walked ahead of him.

Once in their family room, Donna pointed over at several boxes stacked against the wall next to the television. "The new computer's right over there...the delivery man just dropped it off this morning."

Jacob walked over to a desk in the family room and surveyed their old, existing computer. After a few moments, he commented, "Wow...this thing's really out of date."

Donna walked up next to Jacob, and once again, the chemically-laced scent filled her lungs. She replied, "Yes...well, we've been thinking about upgrading it for a while now. With Sara needing something more advanced, we figured the time had come to finally pull the trigger."

Jacob walked over to the stack of boxes and said, "Well, I think you've made a great choice. This new computer should definitely be more than powerful enough to meet Sara's needs. This model's actually better than the one I've got back at home."

The warm, tingling sensations intensified and spread throughout Donna's body. It was then that her suspicions were confirmed...Jacob was the actual source of the exotic scent! Somehow, the teenager was producing highly-charged sexual pheromones, causing her libido to skyrocket off the charts. Evidently, this was another side effect of the experimental growth hormones which Dr. Grant had injected into the poor boy.

Needing some space to clear her mind and to think, Donna excused herself abruptly, "Jake, if you'll pardon me...I'll just leave you to it, then."

Jacob opened the box for the CPU tower and responded, "Sure thing, Mrs. Miller. This setup shouldn't take me too long."

Before leaving the room, Donna stated, "Well, take your time. Once you finish, come meet me in my office...you do remember the way?"

Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am...just down the hall, last room on the right."

Nodding in affirmation, Donna responded, "Correct. Now, if you need anything in the meantime, be sure to let me know."

Moments later, Donna sat at her desk, reviewing all the information that she'd compiled about Dr. Grant and his controversial hormone experiments. It was now no longer in doubt that a powerful aphrodisiac was to blame for her slipping up, causing her to perform all those salacious acts with Jacob in her SUV behind the old abandoned restaurant the previous weekend. The preacher's wife felt a great sense of relief, knowing now that her actions on that Saturday night were not entirely her fault. This new knowledge might not have taken away all her guilt, but it at least helped to lighten the burden of remorse she had felt.

Donna's mind over the past week had seemed obsessed with reliving the indecent incident from Saturday night. After the regrettable event with Jacob, she'd returned home to her husband with a sexual hunger which she hadn't felt in years. Mrs. Miller had even resorted to using David and his average-sized cock in a desperate attempt to satisfy her ravenous appetite. Unfortunately for Donna, her middle-aged, preacher husband and his declining libido could never hope to keep up with his sexually-starved wife, nor sate her unbridled lust.

Over the next several days, Donna's body had continually buzzed with arousal. Since her inadequate husband wasn't capable of keeping up with her, the horny preacher's wife had shamefully resorted to masturbating whenever David was out of the house.

Only the previous night, Donna had suddenly awoken from a deep slumber that had been disturbed when Jacob and his ungodly appendage invaded her dreams. The vile and sinful visions that she'd seen had ignited scorching flames of sexual arousal within her. With an unseemly desire burning throughout her lithe body, the married mom knew there was only one way she would ever find relief (and hope to get back to sleep).

In the wee hours of the night, Donna turned her head to find David peacefully sleeping on his back. Keeping a careful eye on her husband, she slowly snaked her right hand down between her long, silky legs and ran her fingers over her panty-covered vagina. A sudden gasp escaped her pretty mouth as she applied pressure to her buzzing clit, causing little shock waves of pleasure to emanate from her loins.

David's gentle snoring confirmed that he wasn't likely to wake up anytime soon. Feeling emboldened that it was safe enough, Donna spread her legs wider and slid her right hand inside of her cotton panties, to find herself soaking wet.

Donna ran her fingers along her slick vaginal lips and trimmed, wispy, blonde pubic hair. She gasped again, (even louder than before), when her exploring digits made direct skin-contact with her blood-engorged clitoris. Trying to remain as still and as quiet as possible, the preacher's wife began strumming her sensitive little nub, even as she lay right beside her oblivious, slumbering husband.

Over the next couple of minutes, Donna frantically diddled herself towards a much-needed climax. When she felt her orgasm about to blossom, she closed her eyes, and her soft moans turned into steadily louder whispers, "Yes...Yess...YESSS!!"

Suddenly, David snorted loudly, partially waking himself up, and Donna's eyes flew open as she froze in fear. After a few seconds, the startled wife breathed a sigh of relief when her husband quickly rolled over, faced away from her, and instantly fell back to sleep.

Donna kept her right hand buried between her legs as she remained motionless for the next few moments. Once she heard David had resumed his snoring, she carefully snuck out of bed. The pastor's wife then crept into the master bathroom and softly closed and locked the door behind her. A small nightlight on the near wall was faintly illuminating the bathroom, just enough to where Donna felt confident that she could leave the lights off.

Wasting no time, Donna reached under her nightie and pulled her drenched panties off her hips and down her long legs. After stepping out of the skimpy garment, the horny housewife sat on the toilet. She then returned her fingers to her steaming-hot snatch and began building herself up again to the orgasm that her husband had unwittingly denied her.

As she fingered herself closer and closer to climax, Donna's mind drifted back to the disturbing, yet erotic dream which had woken her up earlier...It was a replay from the previous Saturday night, when she'd returned home. However, this time it wasn't her husband whom she rode as they vigorously coupled in their marital bed. It was Jacob's lap that the preacher's wife straddled!

With the sinful and immoral vision of riding Jacob's cock emblazoned in her imagination, Donna's vagina suddenly felt empty...it desperately needed something to fill the void. She was about to shove two fingers into her juicy quim, when she noticed her hairbrush resting on the countertop. Suddenly, a wicked thought came to mind.

Conveniently within her reach, Donna grabbed the brush by its smooth, plastic handle. As she examined its thick, cylindrical shape, she remembered having bought the item a couple of weeks prior at her favorite salon. Little had Donna known at that moment, (when her hairdresser Tiffany had rung up the purchase), that she would eventually debase herself and stuff that innocent haircare product deep into her needy, hungry pussy.

Reluctantly, the desperate housewife held the hairbrush by its soft bristles as she placed the rounded tip of its handle between the lips of her drooling vagina. Donna then took one last glance at the bathroom door.

Though the bathroom lighting was very dim, there was just enough of a glow for Donna to confirm that the lock was indeed engaged. The last thing she needed was for her ultra-conservative, preacher husband to open the door and find the mother of his children seated at the toilet, with her legs splayed wide open, and violating herself with a plastic hairbrush!

"OOOhhhhhhh!!!!" Donna moaned in relief, as she slid the brush's handle as deep as possible into her quivering sex. She held it in place for a few seconds whilst twisting it around, relishing in its sublime, penetrating feeling. It was as if a terrible itch within her was finally being scratched.

Donna leaned herself back against the toilet's water tank and spread her legs open even wider. Closing her eyes, she then commenced to immodestly masturbate herself with her makeshift hairbrush-dildo. Her thoughts instantly drifted back to the vivid and haunting dream she'd had of Jacob. In her mind's eye, she could clearly see the underdeveloped, teenaged boy laying on his back, with his head resting on her absent husband's pillow. The boy was confidently smiling up at her as she shamelessly rode his monster cock like some cheap, brazen harlot.

It took barely any time at all for Donna to reach her orgasm. The sudden explosion of pleasure came on her suddenly...so quickly in fact, that the climaxing wife couldn't catch herself before shouting out in joyous, ecstatic release. She immediately clamped her left hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle any further inadvertent outbursts.

Still trying to catch her breath, Donna remained seated on the toilet, recovering from her long-desired climax. She continued to slowly stimulate her wanton pussy with the hairbrush, listening carefully for any signs that David may have woken up from her illicit cries of passion. Hearing no evidence of any stirrings from her husband, the aroused preacher's wife relaxed and resumed her sinful self-pleasuring in the darkened solitude of her master bathroom.

Several minutes and another orgasm later, Donna tossed the violated hairbrush back onto the counter, feeling disgusted with herself as it fell clattering into the sink. Her aching lust now somewhat sated, the humiliated housewife cleaned herself up and gathered her discarded panties from the floor.

As quietly as possible, Donna snuck back into the bedroom, where she dropped her sodden underwear into the dirty clothes hamper. After stepping into a fresh pair of cotton panties, she pulled the thin garment up her sexy, long legs and adjusted them onto her curvy hips.

Donna then carefully climbed back into bed with David. Her husband's gentle snoring reassured her that he was still very much asleep, blissfully unaware of what naughty acts his lovely wife had been up to.

After slipping under the covers and getting herself comfortable, Donna lay numbly in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Still wide awake beside her sleeping husband, her imagination ran wild as it replayed once more her unsettling dream. Even after having achieved two orgasms in the darkened bathroom, the mere thought of Jacob's incredible manhood caused her sensitive clit to come buzzing back to life.

Donna had to fight the overpowering urge to slide her hand back into her panties and try to diddle herself to a third orgasm. She then rolled over onto her side, with her back to David, and attempted to ignore the building heat between her legs. As she lay in the warm bed, fitfully trying to find sleep, the frustrated wife whispered into the dark, "Dear God...what has that kid done to me?!"

Back in the present, Donna sat at the desk in her office, staring blankly at her computer monitor. Even though her crystal-blue eyes were locked onto the screen...nothing registered. She was preoccupied with only one thing...the teenaged boy just down the hall. Well, maybe not so much as him, but the impossibly huge appendage that hung between his legs! Still lost in thought, Donna could feel the familiar heat spreading from her vagina, up through her belly, and into her bra-encased breasts.

Due to the tingling in her pussy, Donna involuntarily squeezed her thighs together, which only further heightened the arousing sensations that she was experiencing. She couldn't help but notice the gusset of her silk panties had moistened with her womanly essence, as it seeped from her weeping vagina.

As if in a trance, Donna lifted her right hand and began to gently cup her left breast through the thin material of her blouse. She closed her eyes, and a slight moan murmured in her throat as her thumb grazed across the hard, sensitive nipple poking into the sheer cup of her emerald-green bra.

The memory of the events from the previous Saturday night replayed itself vividly once more in Donna's head. She remembered how Jacob's chemically-enhanced penis had felt in her hands...so rigid and so powerful. The pastor's wife could still recall the sensation of his mushroom-shaped tip as the teenager's cock slid across her tongue, and how it violently jerked in her mouth as it spewed rope after huge rope of his thick and creamy manseed down her throat.