WICKed Hormones Ch. 15

"So your Mom always says..." Brenda giggled, half smiling and half worried with concern as she maintained a careful watch on her bedroom door. "But seriously though, we've gotta wrap this up soon and get a move on. Unngh! Come on, stud...what's it gonna take for Auntie to get you off?"

"C-could you...ughhh...maybe, ya know...talk dirty to me again, Aunt Bren'?" Jacob groaned, as he leaned in again to Brenda's ear and plunged in her deeper, his pleading voice now a desperate and hoarse whisper.

"Talk dirty, hmm? What's the matter, young stud...unngh!...your Mommy doesn't do that for you back at home? he-heh...Don't answer that!" Brenda chuckled after an awkward pause, as they both already knew the answer to that question. "Al-righty then, you naughty...nasty...boy. You likin' the view from back there? Your Auntie's hot...sexy...ass?...that ass you've been staring at all day? I bet you've been dying for a while now for a chance to pound it, haven't you, you lil' perv!"

Jacob's grunts and groans quickly grew louder and his hoarse breathing intensified. Soon, the slapping of flesh on flesh ramped up in tempo, increasing in pace and volume, along with the squeaking springs resounding in protest from Brenda's king-sized mattress. Throwing caution to the wind, Brenda decided to delve deeper into the depraved recesses of her psyche for her next, carefully-chosen words...as well as put some of the old 'Psychology 101' course that she'd taken way back in college to good use.

"You sick lil' monster, you..." Brenda continued, purposely tightening the clenching walls of her cunt even more on her nephew's invading monstrosity, "I bet it wasn't just me you wish you were pounding from behind right now, huh? I bet someone else's yoga pants got you all worked up too earlier, and you wouldn't mind it if that someone we know was also bent over on this bed in front of you, hmm? Ohh! I take that as a yes! Unngh! Yeah! Pound Auntie harder, stud...DEEEEPERRR!! FASTERRR!!! Come on, Jake...just imagine it...imagine if your Mom was also here...and you were tapping that sweet, gorgeous, forbidden behind that she has...HARRRD...makin' that BIG, beautiful Mommy ass of hers jiggle! And your sister...Rachel...mmm, with that hot cheerleader bod that she still has...don't tell me you've never thought about hittin' on that hottie, you sick, dirty boy! Mmmmm...just picture it Jake-- all three of us, on all fours, right here in front of you, offering our asses and open pussies for that big, stud cock of yours...begging for you to dump your huge loads into each of us! Pumpin' all three of us FULL...filling us up raw and dirty...Nutting in us like wild, breeding animals! You'd LOVE that, huh? Filling Mommy up...Filling your HOT SIS up...Filling AUNTIE up!! Nutting in us with your lil' babymakers!!! UNNGH!!! Come on, Jake...don't make me beg for it any longer! I want that hot, thick load of yours DEEP inside me...keeping me warm all night...pump Auntie full! Remember, just a couple more months and your hot Auntie's gonna be getting off the pill...and you might be fully healed up by then...so that means no more foolin' around and havin' fun with your favorite Auntie...that means no more chances for us to have hot, risky sex...no more busting your nut and dropping your big, FAT loads deep inside me...so you'd better enjoy it while you can NOW...and make it...worth...all...that...GUILT!!! UNNNNGH!!!"

"OOOHHHH...AUNT BRENDAAAAA!!!" Jacob recklessly called out, as his hips went into overdrive and his huge 'load' finally surged up the length of his cock's swollen shaft. Now grasping her by her shoulders, he leaned in hard once more, using his lower back muscles for leverage as he thoroughly plowed her from behind and prepared to bust his 'nut' deep inside her.

Worried that Jacob's voice was a bit too loud, Brenda quickly raised up and reached back with her left hand, pulling her godson by his hair to her face. Immediately, their mouths met, their lips latching on to one another's as they engaged in another soul-searingly sultry kiss. All too soon, the awkward angle and their movements pulled their lips apart and they were left to sate themselves with haphazardly sloppy necking, heavy breathing and the wild flickering of tongues. Throughout it all, their groaning and moaning continued apace before the tip of Jacob's cock finally mashed onto Brenda's cervix and blasted huge, massive ropes of his thick, teenaged spunk, depositing it deep into his naked godmother's clutching, quivering cunt.

"AHHHHHHH...YESSSSSSS!!!" Brenda mouthed in a voiceless scream, slamming her ass back at her nephew and arching her back, creating the perfect angle for her nephew's bursting insemination. A look of rapturous bliss spread on her face as she closed her eyes and threw her head back in pure ecstasy. Sluice gates of unabashed orgasm quickly washed over her once more, as Jacob fully unleashed into her and she willingly allowed her nephew to flood her soon-to-be fertile womb with his chemically-enhanced, thickly-potent, hot and healthy family seed.

Suddenly, Brenda's eyes popped open and she snapped her head up to look at her bedroom door. From thence, she once again heard her son's faint and familiar voice, "Mommy? Is Jake in there with you?"

At that exact moment, the orgasmic bomb going off in Brenda's pussy imploded with sudden panic as the unlocked doorknob began to turn, dousing her inflamed passion with a cold dose of sobered-up reality. Sheer terror gripped her heart once she saw the door slowly starting to open. "OH GOD...NOOOO!!!" she screamed, her voice a mixture of absolute horror, mingled with the abating throes of her echoing, ebbing ecstasy, "NO!!! DANNNNYYYYY...STOOOOPPPP!!!"

Brenda knew the door needed only to open a few more inches, and Daniel would immediately have a full and unadulterated view of what his sinful Mom and cousin had truly been up to. As her body continued to writhe, taunting her with a perverse pleasure and a suicidal wish to get caught, she cried out, "I told you...STAY...OUT...THERE!!!" It broke her heart to yell at her innocent son in this fashion, but the mere thought of her little punkin's uncorrupted eyes witnessing his mother being such a bad and nasty Mommy would've literally crushed her soul.

Whether it was by divine intervention or just pure luck, the bedroom door slowly creaked back on its hinges. Once she heard it shut and the faint 'click' of the latch finally engage, Brenda silently thought to herself, "Thank you, God!"

"Mommy? Are you okay?" Daniel asked, his soft voice now dripping with concern.

As she continued grinding her hips, riding out the final waves of her retreating orgasm, Brenda replied, "I-I'm fine...baby." Though a bit breathless, she continued, "It's Jake...he uhhhh...hurt his knee...earlier, up in the attic. I'm putting a bandage...on it now." Biting down on her lower lip, Brenda continued to slow down her motions, still feeling hot little spurts firing off in her spasming vaginal canal as Jacob churned his pulsing shaft inside her and her womb welcomed in his seed.

"Is it oozing?" Daniel asked.

"Huh?" Brenda thought, puzzled, and glanced back at Jacob. He'd by now nearly stopped his thrusting and was trying to catch his breath, a big grin spread across his face. After making quick eye-contact with her nephew, Brenda gingerly disengaged from him and looked down in between her legs, where she saw the unmistakable evidence of her and Jacob's most recent, forbidden mating. Lewdly, something indeed was 'oozing' at that moment, though probably not how her little boy was picturing it! Matter-of-factly, Brenda nodded and replied to her son, "Yes...yes it is oozing...quite bad, actually." In her best, calm and clinical voice, the quick-thinking doctor then added, "That's why I yelled for you not to come in...I didn't want you to see it...and be frightened." Brenda decided to play on her son's unhealthy fear of the sight of blood, hoping it would be enough to satisfy Danny's piqued and morbid curiosity. Gazing back down, Brenda spread her legs slightly apart and stared on, fetishistically feasting her eyes and satisfying her own curious fascination with creampies.

After a few seconds of silence, Daniel asked, "Are you gonna...kiss it?"

"Huh...What?" Brenda scoffed, half chuckling as her young son broke her trance.

"Jake's boo-boo..." the little boy's innocently sweet voice came in through the door. "You always kiss MINE when I get hurt...to make it feel better."

Brenda could feel her heart swell, and her eyes tear up. The good doctor always felt a little guilty after engaging in a 'session' with Jacob. After all, she was married and loved her husband. However, she always seemed to be able to easily rationalize her actions and justify them as an act of 'professional' necessity in order to help her nephew with his rare medical condition...not to mention the unavoidable and irresistible effects caused by those wicked, radical hormones.

Now sexually sated and back in her right state of mind, the act of lying to her innocent son just on the other side of the bedroom door, while in her marital bed, (naked and freshly-fucked by someone other than Daniel's father), suddenly felt raw and unsettling. Somewhat jolted into clarity, Brenda smiled nervously and replied, "Yes, punkin'...I'll be sure to do just that." Climbing off the bed, she began collecting her discarded clothes, trying her best not to drip Jacob's spunk that was leaking down her legs and out of her gaping vagina from getting all over the floor. Awkwardly squeezing her thighs together as she got to the door, Brenda added, "Now, be a good boy and go back downstairs to finish watching your video...while Mommy finishes up in here with Jake."

"Okay, Mommy!" Daniel replied cheerfully. He then turned and padded softly back down to the den.

Clutching her clothes to her chest, Brenda breathed a deep sigh of relief as she finally locked the door, then slowly stepped over to the edge of the bed where Jacob now sat up, resting on his elbows. "Okay, stud..." she began in a serious tone, pulling up her panties, before taking his semi-rigid shaft in her left hand, "After I 'kiss' and get this 'boo-boo' all cleaned up, I'm gonna bandage your knee quite heavily, and I expect you to walk with a slight limp tonight...can you do that?". Barely waiting for a response, Brenda quickly got on her knees, the insides of her thighs still marked with streams of Jacob's sperm. Her lips and tongue then immediately went to work cleaning up the evidence of their combined fluids that still coated her nephew's cock.

Jacob sat up straighter on the bed with a smile, throwing a 'thumbs-up' to his Aunt and replied, "Yes, Ma'am...I can do that...walk with a limp...all night...no problem-o."

Brenda paused and looked up, then nodded with a slightly mischievous grin, "Exactly...and if anyone asks 'How?', you got your knee caught on a nail sticking out from the wall while we were up in the attic. We didn't want Danny to see all the blood, so I brought you in here to give you a tetanus shot and patch you up...got it?" With a smack of her lips and a pat on his thigh, she signaled to Jacob that she was (all too soon) done with her judicious 'cleaning' and for him to put his pants back on.

Though a little disappointed, Jacob nevertheless stood up and slowly put on his boxers and trousers, saluting his Aunt with a cheerful, "Got it, Doc!!" as he zipped himself up. Sighing quietly, Brenda barely concealed her relief that her quick and thorough 'cleaning' hadn't woken Jacob's menacing monster back up.

"Okay...stud, now let's get movin'!" Brenda said, as she got up off the carpet and began walking gingerly towards her master bathroom for a quick and very much-needed shower. Turning around, she added, "It's getting late, and we've still gotta go pick up Sara." Taking a quick glance at the alarm clock, Brenda then noticed just how late it actually was, and exclaimed in horror as she rushed to the shower, "Oh shit!! Your Mom's gonna kill me!!"

Knowing exactly of a way for them to 'save time', Jacob got up from tying his shoes and immediately undid the top button of his pants, kicking his shoes off and quickly walking towards the master bathroom doorway with an impish look on his face...

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As they waited for Brenda to return with the boys from her errands and the last of the outdoor decorations, the men of the extended Mitchell family decided to finally take a much-needed break from their daylong chore of decorating and convened in the den to catch the tail end of a college football game. The main sporting event, however, would be later that evening when the Atlanta Braves would take on the Houston Astros in game 5 of the World Series. Robert especially had been on edge that afternoon, and was now downing a little bit too much alcohol to alleviate the nervousness he'd been feeling all day for his favorite baseball team. After all, it had been over 25 years since his beloved Braves had hoisted a World Series trophy, and they were now poised to do just that...with one more win at home in Atlanta later that night.

Meanwhile, Karen and Rachel had been kept busy bustling around in the kitchen in Brenda's absence. Mother and daughter now set about putting the finishing touches to all their hard work, placing and organizing the final platters of food on the dining room table. It was indeed a buffet worthy of a king-- though no thanks to Brenda, who had yet to return, Karen thought.

Silently, Karen was secretly fuming about how her younger sister had reneged on her promise about being quick and getting back in time to help her and Rachel with the rest of the preparations. Tugging on the collar of her T-shirt, the middled-aged Mom fanned herself as she pondered what on earth was keeping Brenda and Jacob so long. Her mind was now racing with all sorts of sordid images of the worst, lewd debauchery imaginable that probably took place (or was still taking place) between her son and younger sister way on the other side of town.

Rachel, on the other hand, was practically giddy with how well things were turning out so far. This was going to be her first time officially hosting the annual Halloween party at her home (or any function for that matter), and she sincerely hoped that everything would go off without a hitch.

Having finished in the dining room, Karen and Rachel returned to the kitchen for their own, well-deserved break. Suddenly, the back door flew open and Brenda breezed in, carrying her son Daniel in tow on her left hip. Throwing up her hands, Karen exclaimed, "Well, it's about time! Where have you been...and why are you so late?" Her questions were obviously rhetorical and asked as more of a cover...flabbergasted and annoyed, Karen already had a good idea regarding the reason to both.

"It's a long story...I assure you," Brenda replied emphatically, huffing as she set Daniel down on his feet.

"Mm-hmm...I'm sure it is," Karen responded suspiciously.

At that moment, Jacob came through the door along with Sara, who was already decked out in full costume. She was dressed as 'Elsa' from the Disney movie 'Frozen', complete with the iconic blue, sequined dress, with her long, platinum blonde hair plaited in the character's textured French braid hairstyle. "Hi, Mrs. Mitchell...Hi, Rachel!" Sara greeted the other two ladies in her usual, politely cordial manner. "You have a lovely house. Thank you so much again for inviting me."

"Hello there, Sara," Karen replied to the gorgeous teenager. Seeing her holding Jacob's hand immediately caused an unexpected wave of emotions. She couldn't help but wonder how much things had progressed between the two of them as of late. Were they now officially a couple? If that was the case, she was mainly happy for her son, but she also felt that nagging little tug of jealousy along with another radiating flash of heat going up her neck. Trying to clear her mind of the irrational envy, she added, "We're so glad you could make it...and I must say...you look exactly like Princess Elsa!"

Rachel agreed with her Mother, "I'll say...and that dress is downright phenomenal!"

"Thank you, both..." Sara responded with a smile. "But the credit really should go to my mom...she did most of the work."

As the young pair walked across the kitchen, Karen just happened to notice a slight hitch in Jacob's gait. Turning her attention from Sara, she asked her sister, "And why, may I ask, does my son have a limp?"

Before Brenda could respond, Daniel spoke up, "Auntie Karen...Jake hurt his knee in the attic...it bled really bad!"

Karen turned to Jacob and asked with concern, "You...you hurt your knee?? You were bleeding?!"

Jacob replied, "Yeah, Mom...but it's nothing to-- "

Without thinking, Karen went into full 'Mommy' mode, and before Jacob could finish his statement, she pulled her son to her with his face pressed against her T-shirt-covered bosom. "Oh, my goodness! Are you okay, Snuggle Bear?" She had quite forgotten all about her promise to Jacob about not going overboard whenever Sara was around and using the most dreaded of nicknames.

As he flounced his arms around, Jacob could immediately hear his older sister snickering in the background. "Mmmooommmmphhhh!" he mumbled, finding it hard to breathe with his nose buried between his Mother's big breasts. The sweet fragrance of freshly-baked cookies, mixed with her perfume, permeated through the cotton fabric of her shirt and into his nostrils. If they'd been alone, he would've been perfectly fine with all the attention he was now getting from his doting Mother, but with Sara and the others standing right there, this was certainly not the time.

Finally breaking free from his Mother's clutches, Jacob said, "Mom...it's not that big of a deal! I just caught my leg on a nail sticking out of a board, that's all." His flustered face was now flushed red, both with his not having been able to breathe, and the royal embarrassment he was now feeling.

Giggling, Brenda stepped up and added, "No need to worry Sis...even though it did bleed a good bit, it was really just a scratch. He probably just nicked a small vein. I cleaned up the wound, put some antibiotics on it, and bandaged it up really well. I even gave him a tetanus shot from my emergency mini-fridge that I keep upstairs, just to be safe. Relax, he'll be fine...I'm pretty sure I was able to save the limb." She ended her statement by giving her nephew a knowing little wink.

By this time, the guys had all heard that Brenda had returned and were filtering into the kitchen. Mark, overhearing the end of the conversation, chimed in, "Yeah, a few nails are sticking out of a couple of support beams up there in the attic. I've been meaning for a while to take care of them, but just haven't gotten around to it yet...sorry 'bout that, Jake."

Jacob couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty at the moment. He wasn't injured one bit...it was all just a ruse. Plus, he had just come from his uncle's house where he'd done the nasty with his wife in their marital bed-- with their 5-year-old son just on the other side of the bedroom door...and now his uncle was apologizing to him. Jacob shook his head, "It's fine, Uncle Mark...really."