WICKed Hormones Ch. 15

"Oh my God..." Rachel moaned. "That just feels so... weird."

"I think it's...cool!" Jacob responded, gazing with pride at his handiwork whilst gently squeezing the right cheek of his sister's beautifully-round butt, as if encouraging it to expel more wads of his thick and potent sperm.

Rachel scoffed, "You would...dork!" Laying her head back down wearily onto her folded arms, she added, "We need to leave soon, so go ahead and take your shower. When you're done, make sure to come straight back here, so you can help me change the bedding. Also, remind me that we need to grab a few boxes from the garage and bring them upstairs."

"Okay...Mom!" Jacob replied sarcastically, as he got up off the bed.

Kicking in exasperation at her brother with her right foot, Rachel retorted emphatically, "I am NOT Mom!!"

As Jacob gathered his clothes from off the floor, he chuckled, "Okay, Rach...whatever you say!" He was barely able to dodge a pillow flung at him as he made his way to the door.

Still totally nude, Jacob left the bedroom, toting his clothes as he headed down the hallway to the other bathroom. Halfway down, Rachel called out to her brother, "AND DON'T YOU DARE DRIP ANY OF YOUR NASTY GUNK ON MY FLOORS! IF YOU DO...MAKE SURE YOU CLEAN IT UP!!"

"YOU TOO!!!" Jacob countered back with a laugh, before slamming the bathroom door shut.

After chiding herself for walking right into that clever response, Rachel gingerly rolled over and then sat up on the side of the bed. Still wincing as she braced herself to stand up off of her sore butt, after a few seconds she was struck by a sudden and horrible realization. Her eyes widened and both her hands grabbed at her forehead. In her mind, Rachel screeched, "Oh my God!! I AM MOM!!"

A short while later, having both showered, dressed and changed the bedding, Rachel and Jacob brought some of the moving boxes from the garage and placed them in the spare room/future nursery upstairs. They then got into her car to start the short drive back to their parent's house in Sandy Springs. After a few minutes of pondering, Rachel broke the awkward silence of the drive and turned to her brother, asking out of curiosity, "So...I gotta know something. And remember...you have to be totally honest with me."

Jacob turned to look at Rachel, but her radiant green eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses as she focused ahead on driving. With her hair done-up in a stylish ponytail and clad in a simple, cotton dress, he couldn't help but notice how much she resembled a younger, honey-blonde version of their Mother.

"Okay...hopefully, I have an answer," he joked nervously in response, hoping to ease the tension.

Still gazing straight ahead to the road, Rachel asked, "Since all this began...have you, by chance...received any 'help' from anyone else?"

Jacob chuckled, "Why do you ask? Could it be that my big sister...is jealous?"

"NO, dork!" Rachel responded emphatically. "I'm just curious, that's all. Because..."

"Because of what?" Jacob cut her off.

Rachel huffed, "Because of how easily Mom and I gave in...especially Mom! I'm still having a hard time believing that...whatever that was I saw this morning, actually happened."

After a few seconds of silence, Rachel asked, "So answer me...have you?"

In the spirit of his agreement to be totally honest, Jacob nodded his affirmation.

A naughty grin slowly crept over Rachel's beautiful face, "Really? Who??"

"Aunt Brenda." Jacob replied, with a slight shrug.

Rachel scoffed, "Of course. To tell you the truth...I'm not at all that surprised."

"You're not?" Jacob asked.

"Nope." Rachel replied, shaking her head. "After all, you did say that the good doctor 'examined' your abnormality. And now, knowing how easily Mom gave in to you, it only makes sense that a woman like Aunt Brenda would find it very difficult to resist."

Jacob chuckled, "Yeah...she did give in pretty quick."

"Plus, she's a total MILF...in her late 30's. That's like every teenaged boy's 'kryptonite'!" Rachel added, and they both laughed.

Rachel then asked, "Well then, now that you've seemingly conquered every female member of the family...has anyone else that you're not related to, been exposed?" Quickly stealing a glance into her brother's eyes, she could already tell his answer. "There is, isn't there? Come on, Jake...tell me!"

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jacob meekly answered, "Ms. Turner."

Rachel immediately pulled her sunglasses to the top of her head and replied in total shock, "You mean Ms. Turner...the attorney? That Ms. Turner??" After Jacob nodded his confirmation, she exclaimed, "Holy shit!!"

Jacob spent the next few minutes giving Rachel a full account of how he'd purposefully exposed Ms. Turner to his hormones in a clumsy attempt at blackmailing her. His reasoning at first had been to both protect the secret of his condition, but also, more importantly, to hide the fact that his Mom had been 'helping' him. He then went into great detail about how easily Ms. Turner also gave in, and how she now comes by the house on occasion to 'check-up' on him, along with regularly updating their Mother on the progress of the state's case against Dr. Grant.

After hearing everything, Rachel commented, "Wow...I still can't believe Mom is okay with all of this." Still perplexed, she continued, "So, you're telling me that she actually sits there and watches you, her precious little man, have full-blown, pre-marital sex with an engaged assistant district attorney? An officer of the court? In her own house?!"

Jacob nodded, "Yep...and sometimes, she watches me do it with Aunt Brenda, too."

Rachel's jaw dropped, "I wanna know what the heck's happened to our real Mother. I mean, this can NOT be the same Karen Mitchell that gave birth to and raised us!"

Jacob laughed, "I know...right?"

As they neared the house, Rachel asked, "Okay now, Don Juan Casanova...any more conquests that you wanna share with me?" Before Jacob could answer, she reminded her brother, "And remember...you're under a solemn double-oath to be totally honest."

No one (not even Karen) knew of the unholy 'pact' that he and Mrs. Miller had sworn, and Jacob desperately wanted to keep it that way. He had hoped that his candid confession about his exploits with their Aunt Brenda and the assistant DA would have been sufficient enough to satisfy Rachel's deviant curiosity. However, due to their double-pinky swear and his loyalty to his sister, he grudgingly decided to break his promise to the preacher's wife and divulge their agreement to Rachel.

Staring off at the street ahead, Jacob slowly said, "There is one more..."

With a smile, Rachel asked instantly, "Yeah...who is she?"

Jacob turned to his sister and pleaded, "Rach, before I tell you who she is...you gotta promise me you won't tell anyone about this!"

Rachel scoffed, "Pshhh! Jake...who am I gonna tell?"

Jacob shrugged his shoulders, "No one, I guess...but this one has to stay a secret. I mean, Mom doesn't even know about her."

Now intrigued even more, Rachel's face lit up, "Oh, my! The plot thickens!!"

"I mean it, Rach," Jacob added, with exasperation.

As Rachel pulled the car into her parent's driveway, they both quickly noticed the liftgate was up on Karen's Jeep Grand Cherokee. Seeing their Mother bent over and unloading grocery bags from her SUV's cargo area, Rachel commented, "Well, there's Mom...guess we're gonna have to wait and talk some more, later."

With what she'd witnessed earlier that morning, Rachel initially felt awkward being around her Mom as some of her feelings of anger and confusion returned. However, being bombarded with the usual overabundance of hugs and kisses from her Mother quickly reminded Rachel just how much Karen Mitchell loved her and her brother, and that there was nothing in the world which she wouldn't do for either of them.

Helping Karen to carry the groceries into the house, Rachel noticed that the negative, icy feelings which she'd been harboring since earlier were rapidly melting away. Now, there was only warmth in her heart for the woman who had given her life, along with a renewed sense of reverence for the strong, upstanding lady who was literally the glue that held their family together. Simmering beneath those feelings, Rachel again felt a strange, primal craving returning for her Mother's milk, which she had witnessed spouting so abundantly that morning. Along with that hunger, the daughter's perverse curiosity piqued again, once her gaze turned from Karen's amply-augmented bosom to her matronly, mature behind as she followed her Mother into the kitchen. Watching Karen's butt swaying sexily in yoga leggings just ahead of her, Rachel's mind wandered once more with a kinkily nasty thought. A chilling thrill went up her spine as she wondered naughtily whether her baby brother's busy little swimmers were still all up in there, probably trying their darndest best to do their dirty deed deep inside of their loving Mother...

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"Oh, my goodness, honey...that's wonderful news!!" Rachel exclaimed with delight into her cell phone. Walking over to the dining room table where her family was already seated, she continued her conversation with Scott, as she pulled out her chair. "Yes...we're just now sitting down to dinner. I'll be sure to tell everyone!"

As soon as Rachel sat down, her face slightly grimaced from the stabbing pain in her tender bottom and she immediately shifted her weight to try and ease the discomfort. The excitement of her husband's good news had temporarily caused the housewife to forget her delicate condition. However, the uncomfortable feeling in her butt quickly reminded her of the events that had occurred earlier that afternoon with her little brother...and the main reason her married ass throbbed like it did.

Rachel then felt a tickling sensation from the remnants of Jacob's recently-deposited load leaking from her brutally-ravished anus and into the gusset of her pink, bikini-cut cotton panties. It was a sinful reminder of the ungodly mind-scrambling pleasure she had experienced mere hours before in her marital bed, and which had brought about her current pain and suffering. Her cheeks blushed and her pussy quivered as she embarrassingly admitted to herself: "It had definitely been worth it!"

Just before finishing the conversation, Rachel beamed again, "Sweetheart...I am so proud of you! Please be careful on the road." After a few seconds, she replied to Scott, "I love you too...see you when you get home!" A big smile swept across Rachel's beautiful face, as she swiped off her cell phone.

"Well?" Karen asked, in suspense. "What's the big news??"

Rachel turned to her Mother sitting at the end of the table and squealed with joy, "SCOTT GOT THE CONTRACT!!"

The entire family immediately broke out into cheers and applause around the table, upon hearing Rachel's exciting announcement. Karen then spoke up, "Oh, Honey Bear...that is wonderful news! I remember you saying that they'd been trying to get that client to sign for quite a while, now."

Rachel nodded and replied, "Yes, Ma'am...for over six months, to be exact." She then added proudly, "Normally, a branch manager wouldn't deign to be involved in such contract negotiations, but since all three prior agents had failed so miserably, the firm decided that Scott was their best chance to finally land this new account."

"Looks like he was the right man for the job," Robert interjected, feeling pride for his son-in-law. "I'm happy for you both, sweetheart!"

"Thanks, Daddy!" Rachel replied with a smile. She then continued, "Oh, by the way...Scott wanted me to let y'all know that we're taking everyone out to dinner tomorrow night, in celebration."

Karen rebutted, "Oh, baby...you don't have to do that. After all, you two just bought that new house in Pine Hills, and are trying to start your own family. I'm sure you have more important things to spend your money on."

Rachel shook her head and said, "Don't worry about the money, Mom. The bonus Scott will receive for landing this new client will be almost enough to pay off the entire balance on our mortgage!"

Robert chuckled aloud, then said, "Dang...maybe I'm working in the wrong business!"

Hearing his son-in-law's comment, Grandpa George guffawed and said, "You're probably right about that, son!"

Noticing her son trying to sneak a taco from the serving platter, Karen called out, "JACOB MITCHELL!!"

Startled by Karen's outburst, Jacob swung his head around and answered his Mother, "Ma'am?"

"Put that back, young man!" Karen commanded, sternly. "You know perfectly well we have yet to say, 'Grace'."

"But Mom..." Jacob whined, placing the taco back down. "I'm starving over here...I haven't even had lunch today!" The teenager then kicked himself for having revealed his unintentional confession. Earlier that day, before leaving the lunch room with Rachel (and remembering how much Matthew Johnson also loved his Mom's meatloaf), he had ended up tossing the brown lunch bag containing the sandwich to his best friend on his way out.

Karen replied with confusion, "No lunch? You mean to tell me you didn't eat the sandwich that I packed for you this morning?"

Reluctantly, Jacob shook his head.

Karen cocked her head to the side and asked, "Why not, Jake? It was one of your favorites...meatloaf."

Karen's fabulous meatloaf was in fact, one of Jacob's all-time favorites. However, the sole reason he hadn't gotten to enjoy the delicious sandwich just happened to be sitting right across the table from him, and there was no way he could ever tell his dutiful Mother that sordid truth! That truth being, that rather than eating the lunch she'd so lovingly prepared for him, he had instead spent the entire afternoon with his older sister on her marital bed, dining on a veritable feast of incestuous delights.

Trying to think of a plausible excuse, Jacob looked to Rachel for some assistance. He received none. Instead, his 'helpful' sister paid him back for earlier, when she'd been on the phone with Scott and was in a tight spot looking for help. Like her brother had done to her, she simply shook her head and shrugged, nonplussed.

Knowing he was on his own, Jacob finally replied to his Mother's question, "I was really busy working on an important project at school, and I guess time just...sort of...slipped by on me."

With a knowing smile Karen sighed, "Slipped by?" She then added with motherly concern, "Jake, no project is that important that you should ever skip meals...that's not good young man. Remember last weekend in Atlanta, when you decided to forgo lunch and got that terrible headache afterwards?"

Karen then remembered how, in an attempt to help cure her son's headache, she had inadvertently given Jacob his father's Viagra instead of Naproxen. The consequences of this resulted in her having to spend most of that night in her son's bed, desperately using her sultry mouth and curvy, MILF body to rectify the worsened situation. As she gazed at her honorable and loving husband sitting at the other end of the dining room table, she couldn't help but feel once again the accusing shame of guilt gnawing away at her. However, along with that, the devoted Mother also couldn't decide whether it was from sneaking off and deceiving Robert, or the fact that she had enjoyed the night of wickedly sinful sex with her son so much, that she now squirmed in her seat and felt her vagina moistening once more. Feeling her cheeks burn with shame, she quickly concluded, "So...don't go making it a habit...you hear?"

Jacob nodded and replied, "Yes, Ma'am...loud and clear."

Karen looked to her father and asked, "Daddy? Would you mind saying the blessing, before my second-born child here falls over due to hunger?"

"It would be my honor, sweetheart," George replied, with a smile.

Later, as Karen and Rachel brought out dessert and coffee for everyone, Robert turned to Jacob, "So, sport...we've spent most of the evening talking about your sister's big announcement. Do you have anything that you'd like to share with the family?"

Jacob thought for a second, until his eyes suddenly widened. "Actually, there is!"

With all of the excitement and commotion over Scott's big business deal, Jacob had nearly forgotten all about his important news. Well, important to him at least.

Standing beside George as she poured her father a cup of coffee, Karen asked, "So, sweetie...what's your big announcement?"

Jacob replied, "It's in my bookbag...up in my room. May I be excused for a minute?"

Karen smiled, "Of course, honey."

Before his Mom could even finish her reply, Jacob pushed away from the table and bounded upstairs. After a few moments, the teenager reentered the dining room and returned to his seat next to Grandpa George. Noticing a piece of paper in his grandson's hand, the elderly gentleman asked with a wry grin, "Whatcha got there, kiddo?"

Looking at his grandfather with a big smile, he replied, "My report card!"

In a joking tone, Rachel rolled her eyes and asked, "Oh, Lord...how bad is it this time, nerd?"

Jacob then held up the official document for all to see...especially Karen. "Straight A's!!" the teenager proudly announced.

*Cough!...cough!* Karen nearly choked on her coffee, as everyone else at the dinner table cheered aloud for Jacob and his achievement.

Noticing his wife's distress, Robert called out from the opposite end of the table, "Honey...are you alright?"

Holding up her right hand, Karen nodded and replied, "I'm okay...*cough...cough*!!" Trying to regain her breath, the nearly asphyxiated Mother regretfully remembered the so-called 'deal' that she had made with Jacob a while back. Their agreement had been, if he brought home a straight 'A' report card, she would seriously consider allowing her son to take some racy, nude photos and perhaps even a video of her.

Being the parent of course, Karen maintained that she had the final say on the matter and whether she would ever actually pose for Jacob, or not. However, she was well aware of how persistent her son could be, especially when he really wanted something. Now that it appeared that Jacob had lived up to his end of the deal, the conservative Mother chided herself for even entertaining such a crazy notion.

Robert then asked, with a chuckle, "Is the fact that our son received such a good report card that much of a shock to you?"

Patting her chest as she cleared her throat, Karen clarified with a nervous chuckle, "*A-hem!!* No...not at all! My coffee just went down the wrong pipe." She then looked perplexedly at Jacob and asked, "I thought report cards weren't due to come out 'til next week?"

Jacob shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Originally, that's what they told us...but I guess they decided to hand them out early this quarter, for some reason."

Curious to see for herself, Karen reached out her hand and asked, "Didn't you say you were struggling in Spanish class?"

"I was..." Jacob replied, as he stretched across the table and handed his report card to Karen. As his Mother meticulously scanned the document with some suspicion, he added, "But luckily, Mrs. Pérez has been very generous with extra credit this semester."

"Extra credit?" Rachel whined. "Since when did 'Señora' Pérez start handing out extra credit?" The older sister crossed her arms and huffed in jealousy, "To me, that doesn't seem fair...I had to work like a puta--..dog just to get a 'B' in her class!"