Story: Twisted by Three Kao-Kao

[Depraved]

Disclaimer 1: Seperate story from my other TbyT story.
Disclaimer 2: Incest warning.
Disclaimer 3: I am totally going to hell for this.

“I am sorry Mrs. Lee, but I’m afraid there is little we can do with your case,” the doctor said.

Carol seemed to slump a little at the news. The crestfallen look on her beautiful face made evident how crushing the doctor’s prognosis was.

“T-thank you doctor,” Carol said weakly.

“I’ll have the report sent to you in your mail,” The doctor said.

“No, please. Just my email,” Carol said, “I’ll break it to my husband myself.”

The doctor nodded. “As you wish.”

I watched the exchange on the CCTV monitor and jotted down some notes. With me in the lab were my two best friends who are my work colleagues and research partners.

“She checks all the boxes so far,” said Elizabeth Wong.

“We can double check her background, just to be sure...” Cassandra Sim added. “What do you think Audrey?” She asked me.

I rose from my seat. “She’s perfect. I’ll contact her now. Unless there are any objections?”

There were none. I put on my long white lab coat and headed for the elevators.

I got to the ground floor reception just in time to see the dispirited Carol Lee going through payment processing. I politely waited until she was done before approaching her.

“Mrs. Lee?” I said.

Carol looked up and quickly wiped her damp eyes on her sleeve. “Y-yes... Can I help you?”

“My name is Audrey Fong,” I introduced myself. “I’m a medical researcher here. Would you join me for a cup of coffee? I am familiar with your case, and I think I can help.”



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The hospital cafeteria's coffee was bad as usual.

“So in summary,” I said over the cold cup of black coffee, “I can get you pregnant. The method is experimental but it is medically risk free. And we can deliver it to you at no cost on your part. However we reserve the right to continuously run tests on you, your partner, and your conceived child for the next three years in order to collect data.”

“I-is t-this a joke?!” Carol said, looking scandalized.

“I assure you, it is not.”

“This is the most devastating day of my life and you come up with this kind of shit?! Who are you???”

“Carol. Please. Look at me. I am being absolutely serious. I know it sounds crazy. Believe me. I’ve been there. It is highly unorthodox, but please hear me out.”

“I-I’m leaving.” Carol said shaking with anger, "How can you even suggest something like that!"

I snatched her hand and pushed my card onto her palm. “Think about it. Then contact me if you want to talk. Ultimately, you’re free to decide,” I said.

Carol stared at the card in her hand for a minute. She then pushed it into her handbag and then hurried out of the coffee shop.


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Back at the lab, I reported my meeting with Carol to the other two.

“Well, I guess that response is to be expected,” Cassandra said.

Elizabeth nodded. “Could have gone worse.”

“What’s the status of our current trials?” I asked.

Elizabeth checked her laptop. “I’ve just cleared and closed case 52,” She reported, “That's another complete success for the books. Cases 53 to 59 are on track. Now that I think about it, do we even need to do another run, Audrey? It’s pretty conclusive at this point. The treatment works. Actually it works too well.”

“Well,” I said, “60 is a good round number don’t you think? Plus I feel sorry for Carol.”

“Well, there is that,” Cassandra said, “That poor woman. I hope she takes the chance with us. But I must say, I'm not optimistic. You read her profile. She's highly conservative.”

I smiled sadly and nodded at my two friends. The girls and I sure have come a long way together.

Cassandra, Elizabeth, and I met in university and we’ve been stuck at the hip ever since. We even married our long-time boyfriends about the same time and were bridesmaids at each other’s ceremonies. To top it off, we even got pregnant and gave birth around the same time. We are about the same age, in our mid 30s, and share many similar interests, including a penchant for yoga and working out, our stylish fashion sense, our interest in raising our kids, and our dedication to the scientific discipline.

We were so close that people often suggested that we were sisters. Then again, to our male colleagues, all hot women look the same, so there's that.

My friends were about the same height as me and were each uniquely beautiful in their own way. Cassandra keeps her hair in a modern shoulder-length styled cut. Elizabeth keeps hers long and silky straight, often in a pony tail. I prefer to let my hair down. The three of us take very good care of ourselves and have tirelessly sculpted our bodies to achieve our alluring, curvy forms.

I checked my watch. “We should be clocking out,” I said, “Dinner date with the hubbies, remember?”

Cassandra giggled. “And don’t forget dessert with the boys!” she added.

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Our hubbies are Wilson, Gerald, and Francis for Cassandra, Elizabeth and me, Audrey, respectively. Completing our picture perfect families are the light of our lives, Sean, Lester, and Jason, who are respectively our sons in that order. They are 17 this year.

It was one of those Fridays where our hubbies were available, and our kids had tuition classes. That gave our hubbies and us the perfect opportunity to get together and socialize.

We went to a new gourmet Italian place downtown. The pasta and wine were spectacular and we had a good time. Wilson, Gerald, and Francis were all working in finance, so they had much in common. As usual, the conversations eventually split into two halves, the boy talk and girl talk. There were some crossovers here and there, but that’s more of an exception.

Since they were practically in shirts and ties all day, our hubbies opted for more casual slacks and polo shirts. The girls and I wore knee-length, tight bodycon skirts and colorful stylish blouses.

We stayed until almost 9pm. By then the plates were mostly polished, as well as 3 bottles of wine. Meanwhile, Cass, Liz and I were still swirling our first glass of wine while conversing with each other.

“I think it’s time we put our hubbies to bed,” Liz said, giggling.

True enough, our husbands were starting to sound slurred. They gave us disapproving looks, as if maintaining that they are perfectly able to hold their alcohol. While that may be true, it was almost closing time for the restaurant anyway.

After paying the bill, we drove our husbands home.

“Mmmm... Remember to fetch Jason,” Francis said groggily.

“I know la. You make sure you brush your teeth before bed. You reek of wine,” I replied.

I dropped Francis off at our house and drove to the tuition center where my son was taking lessons. After just a little while longer, teenagers started streaming out of the center. I was parked at the usual spot so I was sure Jason knows where to find me.

My boy Jason is 17 years old this year. He is tall, handsome, and does exceptionally well at school. As a mother, I am very proud of him.

Jason found my car and entered the front passenger seat. I could immediately feel my posture instinctively perk up, sitting up straight, pushing my chest forwards, as if all my senses were tuned to his presence immediately. Such is the effect that he now exudes. I took note of it with pleasure. He was maturing nicely.

“Jason, how was classes?” I asked as I put the car in drive gear.

“Boring...” Jason replied.

“That’s because you are a smart boy. It's okay if you don't take tuition as seriously as school. Just make sure your grades remain up.”

“Okay mummy,” Jason replied. He was at that age where his voice was developing that low baritone. It sent delicious shivers up my spine... As did his fingers, tracing a line up my knee and inner thigh, hiking up my skirt.

“Naughty!” I said, grinning at him. “Careful ah. Later accident.”

“Just touch abit only, mummy, I promise,” he said, as he squeezed my supple, shapely, milk-white thigh.

I let out a shuddered sigh and continued driving, letting my son feel his mother’s silky smooth shaven legs. Instead of home I drove us to a newly built condo complex and parked in the condominium basement. When I turned off the engine, Jason reached over to pull me against him. I melted in his arms as my son frenched me.

We played with each other’s tongues until I managed to draw back for a breather. “Come on, we’re late! The others are waiting.”

[Depraved]

We took the elevator from the basement to the top level. The condo penthouse was jointly owned by Elizabeth, Cassandra, and me, without our husbands's knowledge. It was a place we acquired solely to house our longest running experiment. We may have reached case study number 60 in the labs, but here, within these walls at the top of these floors, case study zero was still running strong.

Jason was impatient, already squeezing my shapely, sculpted butt the moment the elevator doors shut. I was used to this and immediately scooted into the corner, out of sight of the single security camera monitoring the interior of the elevator.

Coyly, I picked up the front of my skirt and raised it to display my hot pink lace G-String thong that I wore for my primary "research specimen" before me.

“You’re sooo hot mummy,” Jason growled, immediately pushing his hand between my thighs and rubbing my plump, damp mound.

The elevator was saturated by the sound of our heavy breathing. I hooked my fingers at the crotch of my thong panties and pulled the film of stretchy fabric to one side, offering my son a glimpse of tonight’s treat. His mother's baby-smooth, sexy-plump pussy that is flushed pink and dripping wet for him.

Jason wasted no time pushing a finger into the naughty canal from whence he once came forth. That place that is taboo to all sons. This is the reason why the gates to the garden of Eden is sealed. It's symbolism against this type of "wrongness."

Well tough, because what I'm "symbolizing" to my son is that, tonight, my garden is open for business.

Jason frenched me while he fingered and played with his mummy’s clit, all the way to the top of the building.

When the doors dinged open, he grabbed my hand and urgently pulled me towards the palace that I have built for him.

Outside the door to our unit, I started to reach for the doorbell, but then I remembered something.

“Ooops, I forgot, gotta call your daddy and tell him we’re coming home late,” I said.

“Faster do it,” Jason said. He pushed his hand under my skirt again. I held my skirt up for my son to play with his mummy's sacred place as much as he liked while I retrieved my phone from my bag slung over my shoulder, and proceeded to call my husband.

My hubby, Francis, picked up after a few rings. “Dear?” He said drowsily.

“Darling, I... I’m sorry. I’m gonna be late. Something came up at the lab. Please don’t wait up.”

“Oh, okay, I was dozing off anyway,” Francis replied. “Wait, what about Jason? Did you fetch him?”

“Yeah, I orrgh....”

My son had stuck his two fingers, which were soaked with my pussy juice into my mouth. I dutifully sucked his fingers clean.

“Sorry,” I said breathlessly to the phone when Jason withdrew his fingers and went back to playing with my clit. “I already fetched Jason. He can stick with me like last time, there is a resting lounge at our lab and he can play video games on the TV there. He won’t be alone. Liz and Cass brought Lester and Sean as well. It’ll be fun for him."

“Oh okay. Tomorrow is Saturday and there is no school anyway. Drive safe. Love you.”

“Love... You... Too...” I said, trying to suppress my panting.

I ended the call. Then I bit my lip and enjoyed getting finger fucked by my 17 year old son for a little longer. “Jasonnn... Shall we go inside?” I moaned.

“Cum first, mummy. Right here,” Jason ordered.

“Yes dear,” I replied.

Jason fingered me to a good hard cum. As I squirted on his hand, I moaned and struggled to keep on my feet. When my delicious shudders subsided, I took his hand, brought it up to my face and started licking his fingers clean, locking eyes with him the whole time.

“God mummy. You are just absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you dear. You are such a good boy. Thank you for making mummy cum,” I panted.

After licking his hand clean, I retrieved the keycard and let myself into the penthouse.

The entrance way in the penthouse opened up to an indoor kitchen and a large living area. The TV was playing music videos, but on the couches in the sitting area, no one was watching. Cassandra and Elizabeth were sitting with their respective sons, Sean and Lester. Each couple were busy making out.

Lester has one of his hands under Elizabeth’s skirt, fingering her pussy quite roughly while she moaned into his mouth and sucked on his tongue affectionately. Meanwhile, Sean has both hands under his mother’s blouse, eagerly squeezing her gorgeous breasts as they giggled and nibbled each other's lips.

Lester looked up as we approached and gave Jason a nod and a smirk as a welcome greeting. Since our boys has been together in this "case study" for more than a year now, they were pretty much best friends at this point.

“Took you long enough,” Lester said to Jason.

“Sorry,” Jason replied, pulling me to his side possessively and squeezing my ass.

I giggled. “Well then, shall we get started?” I asked.

[Steventan]

Setting up camp.
Thanks

[NastyThaiboy]

this story is nice!                                                   

setting up my tent here to wait for more. 

[Depraved]

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It all started with a discovery back in my university days that quickly turned into an obsession. I was working on a thesis about fertility health and I came upon an old anthropological account of a unique tribe in Africa.

In a period of clashing tribes, maintaining an adequate population was paramount to a tribe's survival. But men were needed to defend the village or raid another for sustenance. This leads some tribes to fall into an uncanny trap where all the adult males were lost and all that remained was a handful of families. Sometimes, they were even whittled down to one family with no adult males left to offer protection or food. Sometimes, all that was left was boys.

Mating to reestablish population numbers was a problem in this case as there was the natural aversion to incest and implications for the offspring of such unions. In most cases, for a tribe, when the men are gone, the tribe collapses. If they are lucky, another tribe raids the village and carries off the women. If they are unlucky, they starve to death.

Thus was their dilemma. Either mate and increasingly degrade the genetic pool, or don't and perish by nature.

One tribe in particular seemed to have found a solution, according to the unofficial account that I obtained in my studies. Throughout a period of 100 years, this tribe had been brought low several times to a single family status with no adult men left, and each time, the tribe bounced back, in a burst of breeding frenzy. And here's the kicker, there were none of the typical genetic mutations that are associated with incest in their gene pool.

Out of curiosity, I tracked down the tribe and even went to Africa during my break to visit their descendants and to study their lore. Amazingly, I discovered that the tribe owed their reproductive prowess to an elixir produced by utilizing a local plant. A purple flower. I could find no references in scientific literature that had classified such a plant. It seemed to me that I've discovered an entirely new species.

While normally kept from public knowledge, the tribes-people were generous enough to show me the valley in their vast jungles where the flowers spread like mushrooms. I was allowed to harvest as much as I like to bring back to my university for research.

My passion attracted my friends, Elizabeth and Cassandra to join me in unraveling the mysteries of this purple flower. The more we knew however, the more secretive we became with our research. in the end, it transformed from my thesis into our personal pet project.

So what is this flower?

Short answer is, we still don't know.

We have however isolated the handful of exotic compounds in the flower to produce a drug much like the elixir used by the African tribe in the past. We've made many iterations and batches, each time producing a much more refined version.

Once we graduated from university and started working, we also started to run our own tests and case studies. While working on legitimate medical research, our own pet project hummed along under the surface. The hospital we worked for provided a good sample pool for test subjects.

So what does this drug do? Well, it affects males and females differently. For males, it changes their physiology and psychology, making them more sexually oriented. Their sexual organs grow with time until it achieves the perfect size and shape for ideal deep and persistent insemination of females and their sperm achieves hyper virility. It also changes the rest of the males body, demeanor, and pheromones, making them more appealing to females.

For females, the drug triggers hyper-receptivity for male sperm. It also makes a female hyper-fertile and greatly improves their breeding and birthing biology. Psychologically, it makes a female more submissive and urgent to be bred. It also provides a host of other benefits as well, like boosting immune systems and promoting overall health in order to look more attractive to potential mates.

There are two bombshell effects for both sexes that are also imparted by these exotic compounds. One is the effective retardation of senescence. That is, it slows the effects of aging, and in some cases of older people, reverses aging effects. Note that it only applies to aging effects, not lifespan. This is no Benjamin Button drug. You won't turn back into a child or a baby. It just dampens the ageing process for young adults and reverse the aging effects in old people, meaning less degradation of the human body with time. This trait alone makes this discovery be worth trillions of dollars to the pharmaceutical and cosmetics industry.

The second major effect? The exotic compounds in this drug actively and overtly promotes incestual behavior in primates. Firstly, it eliminates all the mutation risks and defects commonly suffered by incest related births. Secondly, while it makes men and women more receptive to sex, this effect is increased by nearly tenfold when it comes to people that share a genetic bloodline.

Yes, these compounds gives a person an incredible drive to mate with people they are related to. It goes beyond just basic attraction. It becomes a biological imperative.

This was the factor that kept the African tribe bouncing back from extinction throughout history.


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So yes, as you might imagine, we experimented the drug on our sons and on ourselves as well. We were case-zero. In the name of science, Elizabeth, Cassandra, and I doused our baby boys with the drug when they turned 13. The effect for boys wasn't as quick as it is for girls. It takes time for their bodies to grow and change. Of course we mums were there to ensure a steady protein diet for our babies to grow.

As for Cass, Liz, and I, we didn't intentionally take the drug at first. But years of handling the flowers for research had caused us to unwittingly be exposed to its powerful effects. Even in the African tribe where it originated, only males tend to ingest the elixir or apply it directly to their bodies. Females opted to used the flowers as incense for long term exposure.

When our boys turned fifteen, their mummies had unwittingly turned themselves into their ideal mates. It was subtle, so no one noticed it at first. There is a fine line between affectionate love and carnal love. I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when I realized I wanted to bear my son's children. But when I did, I acted on it. All three of us acted on it. The drive was that strong.

For their fifteenth birthday, the boys were promised a surprise present. They were then blindfolded, and made to lie on three beds in a hotel room. They were instructed not to remove their blindfolds no matter the circumstances, or there would be no presents.

The three mummies then gently pulled down the boys's shorts and nearly cried when they saw the fruit of their experiment. Three of the most beautiful big cocks that they had ever laid eyes upon.

Naturally, our sons received very eager blowjobs from their mummies for their fifteenth birthday. We managed to fight our desires and keep the relationship purely oral for a year, but it was an uphill battle. A losing battle with biology.

On their sixteenth birthdays, the three mummies, unable to contain the biological imperative any longer, popped their three boys's cherries in another hotel room. Subsequently, their seventeenth birthdays saw them popping their mummies's anal cherries.

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Which brings us back to today, in their own private penthouse playground that the boys's mummies spared no expense to furnish. In this place, the boys were kings. Their mummies had repeatedly made sure they knew that.

Which was why I, Elizabeth, and Cassandra found ourselves on our knees tonight, kneeling before our sons in a row. Each of the boys had freed their big hard virile cocks and hovered it over our eager, smiling faces. Like their mummies, the boys kept their lower regions completely shaven smooth.

We did the ritual. We mummies first lifted our sons's heavy cocks and marveled at the size of their balls.

Think golf-balls.

The mummies then started moaning as they pushed their beautiful faces against the hefty weight of those super-developed testicles. The furious licking commenced. While we played and toyed with our boys's balls with our tongues, we started to lovingly stroke their fat cocks with the soft touch only a mother's hands could impart.

Then we started talking to them.

"Oh Lester, your balls are sooooo big! Mummy love it so muchhhh!" Elizabeth cooed.

"You too Sean," Cassandra moaned between licks, "What massive, healthy, balls you have. You're amazing!"

I locked eyes with my son Jason as I tongued his testicles. "Gosh Jason," *Lick* *Lick* "Look at the size of your balls!" *Lick* *Lick* "You're so manly," I said huskily. "Your balls smell so powerful too. Mmmmmmmm, taste so strong and salty. Your balls really drive mummy crazy."

Our sons stood there, accepting our praises with their eyes closed and mouth gaping with pleasure.

"And, aiyo, look at this cock!" Cassandra said to Sean as she planted loving kisses along the fat shaft of his giant penis, "What a man you are darling. Makes mummy weak in the knees just looking at it."

"Your cock is so powerful dear," Elizabeth said to Lester between long languorous licks along her son's dick shaft, slobbering her son's cock with her saliva. "Mummy fell in love with it the first time mummy saw it you know?"

Like Liz, I left my son's balls dripping with hot saliva and started working on his beautiful cock. "Jason," I said, "Your cock is wonderful. So powerful! Soooo big and manly. Mummy is sooo proud of you. Good job darling!"

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Okay... Time out... Let me explain.

Along with the flowers, I also imported an archive of the African tribe's lore and culture to study. From it I learned that the tribe practices various rituals relating to worshiping of the males that imbibe the elixirs.

Now if there is one truth in this world, it is that nothing exists in vacuum. People don't do things for nothing. There are good underlying reasons for every form of weird rituals and taboos that various cultures have implemented throughout history.

In this case, our studies with our test subjects show that appealing to the ego of the male that takes the flower-drug was important for the optimization of their sexual growth. It is a critical foundation of their psychological development. The body follows the mind and all that.

Therefore Liz, Cass, and I developed our own form of ritualistic worship. Since this is our own sons that we're talking about, naturally we want them to grow to become our best work. Our magnum opus.

On the flip side, we also found that this ritual complements the development of the females that take the drug as well. Not to mention, it's also seriously hot.

Like seriously, it can get pretty additive to us girls.

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The three of us quickly discovered that our pussies will get seriously hot and drippy whenever we worship our sons like this. I can already see Cass and Liz wiggling their shapely behinds as they continued worshiping their sons's cock and balls. My own pussy was feeling like a woodfire oven at this point.

As a bonus to all that, our sons seem to like this treatment immensely. And what mother doesn't like to make their children happy?

"Mmmmm… Lester… Mummy is hopelessly addicted to your cock liao, how?" Elizabeth said huskily as she buried her beautiful face back under Lester's heavy testicles.

"You’re so biggg... MMMmmm… mmmmm.… Mmmmmm…" Cassandra moaned as she started blowing her son.

I too started administering my wet lip and tongue massage on Jason's fat cockhead, eventually progressing to blowing him. I made sure to draw back in between sucking to continuously praise my son. "Always remember dear…" *Suck-Suck* "You tamed mummy with this big and strong cock." *Suck-Suck* "You are a winner. You are mummy's conqueror." *Suck-Suck-Suck* "Mmmm… Mummy used to be good and proper church girl you know? But now you made mummy like this liao." *Suck-Suck-Suck* "This is all because your cock is so powerful." *Suck-Suck* "You are really, really great." *Suck-Suck-Suck* "Your own mummy also successfully tamed liao. So lihai one hor you?" *Suck-Suck-Suck* "Good job darling."

Elizabeth chipped in as she continued licking Lester's balls and jacking his cock. "That's right. You too Lester." *Lick-Lick-Lick*, "Congratulations, you subjugated your own mummy." *Lick-Lick-Lick*. "You are mummy's most important man now." *Lick-Lick-Lick* "Always remember that even though we need to act normal outside, this is the real truth." *Lick-Lick-Lick* "Mummy has been utterly tamed by your monster cock." *Lick-Lick-Lick* "Mummy will always submit to your cock from now on."

And it keeps going. Cassandra resumed talking while intermittently stuffing her mouth with her son's big cock. "Sean darling, always remember that you are great." *Suck-suck-suck* "You swept mummy off her feet and tamed her with this big powerful dick." *Suck-suck-suck*. "Now nothing is more important to mummy than you and your beautiful cock." *Suck-suck-suck*. "What a strong man you are to successfully tame your own mummy like this." *Suck-suck-suck* "You are really great. You're so incredible. You have shown mummy her true place under your magnificent penis."

And so on and so forth. Is it too much you think? How is it different from all those mothers telling their kids that they can definitely succeed in life, hmm? Not very different at all. We mothers do our best to encourage our own sons after all. Affirmations and encouragement are powerful psychological tools and psychological development is bedrock upon which all future endeavors are built.

What a sight it was in that condo. Three very well endowed teenage boys stood against the wall, grimacing with pleasure. Their beautiful, sexy, mothers who are respectable, professional doctors by day, and doting, classy, demure wives by evening, were now kneeling before the boys with their tight fashionable skirts pulled up around their waist to proudly display the brightly colored, lace g-string thongs they were wearing and their very shapely, fit, milky-white butts. All the while, the hot model-like mothers were stuffing their mouths with their sons's cocks or balls while singing praises of their son's sexual dominance over them.

This went on for some time. Cass, Liz, and I initially planned for this ritual phase to be about 30 minutes or so, but we always get carried away and lose track of time while we get drunk on our sons's overpowering musk and sexual aura of their weapons of lust.

In the end, we concluded the session by opening our mouths and sticking out our tongues while gazing up adoringly at our sons who aimed their big beautiful cocks at our faces and furiously masturbated to completion. Before long, they painted our faces and filled our mouths with spurts after spurts of thick, gooey ropes of hot, sticky, white jizz.

After baptizing their mothers in their virile seed, the boys did what their mummies had thought them to do many times before. They seized us at the back of our heads by our hair and started slapping their still hard cocks several times across our faces, thus bringing the ritual to a close by asserting their dominance over their mummies.

This time, they remembered to do it by themselves without us coaxing or dropping hints. They are definitely learning. Cass, Liz, and I couldn't be more proud!

After that, we rubbed our sperm covered faces lovingly on their cocks and proceeded to clean up the mess we made with our mouths.

"What a big load, Sean," Cassandra cooed breathily. "You're such a healthy boy hor?"

"Did it feel good darling?" Elizabeth said, smiling up at her son as she cleaned his cum off his cock. "That was an amazing load. Mummy so proud of you."

"Mmmmm, your cum is so yummy!" I said to my son. "You came so much for mummy. Mummy is really lucky to have a son like you. Good job darling!"

Giggling like a trio of love-struck schoolgirls, Cass, Liz, and I then rose to our feet and took our sons's hands into our own.

"Baby, you take the lead now. Your own room or the big room?" I said to my son, Jason.

"You are the master in this place, dear. You decide where to have mummy," Elizabeth said to Lester.

"Always remember that you are kings in this house. When we are here, mummy is just your toy," Cassandra said to Sean before planting a loving kiss on his cheek. "It's up to you where to bring mummy next."

This was also for our sons's conditioning. Confidently and decisively leading their women around by hand develops the right mindset for their growth and is also symbolism to show that they are in charge. Even though for now, we mums were doing much of the planning and directing, good habits has to start somewhere. It usually starts with the little things.

Our sons exchanged glances. It would seem that they had anticipated this part and had decided beforehand.

"The big room right, today?" Sean asked.

"Yeah, the last two times, it was one on one," said Lester.

"Big room it is," Jason said, firmly pulling me along as he broke into stride.

Jason was definitely getting comfortable with asserting his authority. I'm so proud... And naturally, incredibly wet.

[stoicism]

Extremely promising story.

[meijipcc]

really like this nice story, look forward to your next update TS.

[whatdoido]

Camping for more

[kurk69]

All the ladies so chio!

[sammy124]

wow, definitely not kidding with the incest part

[madpig88]

Thanks for sharing this story TS, look forward to your next updates.

[Depraved]

The condo had four rooms. We made the three smaller bedrooms into our sons’s personal play rooms and furbished the master bedroom with three king sized beds, and a seating area to be used for group activities. The big room is what we call the master bedroom.

As usual, we headed to the bathroom first to freshen up.

The bathroom had a big walk-in shower with multiple shower faucets and even a big rain shower fixture in the ceiling. After stripping, everyone went in and we spent a few minutes frolicking. Then the mummies started soaping up and washing their baby boys, just as they did when they were little...

Except for the fact that now, the mummies can't stop playing with their baby-boys' cocks.

After showering and patting them dry, we groomed and anointed their nether regions with a special essential oil that we have developed that is infused with the extracts of the African purple flower. We also gave them each a purple pill and then sent them back out to the kitchen, reminding them to take the pill with lots and lots of water.

The women and I then each took a pink pill. It is a special contraceptive pill that we developed ourselves that is powerful enough to suppress the the hyper-effects of the drug on our fertility.

Don’t get us wrong, we desperately want to get bred by our lovely boys, but we were also scientists. We will only proceed with that phase once the proof is incontrovertible that the babies will not suffer ill effects. The day is fast approaching though. Our studies were almost done. But that day is not today.

After that, we lubed up plenty. It wasn’t necessary for our pussies, which was certainly well trained enough to take those giant dicks, but our asses were another matter. Then we headed to the walk-in closet room and picked our outfits. We went with short lace babydoll nighties with matching sheer lace panties. Something like this:



However, I picked a black set, Elizabeth took blue, and Cassandra opted for red.

Next we quickly went back to the bathroom to do our hair and put on a light touch of makeup. We were buzzing with anticipation, as if preparing for a grand performance.

Finally, after perfuming ourselves for our sons, we made our grand exit and found the boys each lying on a separate king bed, waiting to be served.

The ladies and I exchanged knowing glances and giggled. We know that the same thought had crossed our minds. Our boys were simply scrumptious. Thanks to the drugs, the development of their sexual attributes were simply astounding. Their hard bodies were finely chiseled with sleek, pronounced muscles. This is despite them just being 17.

Of course, we had encouraged them to go to the gym just as their mothers frequently do to sculpt their bodies, but just like their mothers, it didn’t take much work to look good. Our bodies have achieved the optimal metabolic affinity. The drug naturally enhances physical attributes that will make us more attractive to our mates with minimal need for maintenance.

To our delight, our sons wasted no time throwing us onto the beds and ravishing us. We hissed and groaned with pleasure as they roughly mauled our proud snow-white breasts and sucked hard on our stiff pink nipples. We shrieked with delight as they shoved their hands under our sheer panties and roughly manhandled our sensitive pussies.



The room was quickly saturated with wanton moaning and masculine growling. We let our sons have us anyway they wanted.

Elizabeth was soon straddling her son, Lester. She rocked her sexy, curvy hips as she playfully grinded her pussy on the tip of Lester’s cock, moaning with delight, as he started working it into her.

Cassandra was on all fours, her perfect, luscious, ass raised for her son. Sean slowly sank his massive sex spear into her desperately hot and dripping wet cunt as she gaped and rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

I was on my back, my long, shapely legs spread wide and my thong panties pulled to one side for Jason as he crawled on top of me. I hissed with pleasure as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slick slit. After teasing his mummy for a few minutes, he pushed it in.

“Ughhh! Oh baby yessss!” I moaned up at him.

Jason slowly stretched my small pussy around his fat girth and leaned down to kiss me. As we toyed with each other’s lips and tongues, he fucked me slow and deep, making my pussy feel every inch of his massive shaft sliding in and out of my cunt.

The first round was always the shortest. The three boys successfully inseminated their mummies who then quickly cleaned their cocks with their mouths for the second round.

The boys seemed to have picked the big room to truly have a group session. They got us all on one bed. They got their mummies to kneel on the floor in a row and bend over the edge of the bed, offering their luscious asses up for their massive cocks.

They then fucked their mummies hard-hard doggy-style, slamming their cocks into the women who gave them life like they were cheap playthings. They kept making their mummies cum sooo hard and scream themselves hoarse.

A good hard fuck session later, Cass, Liz, and I again took our son’s hot loads deep inside our punished cunts.

As is standard procedure, the mummies then cleaned their son’s cocks again, kneeling subserviently before them while they sat on the edge of the bed in a row, trading crude jokes.

Third round was doggy again. This time, we knelt on the bed’s edge while the boys rammed our asses with their incredible cocks standing up.

Fourth round was side by side missionary in the pussy.



After that, we took a break. The mothers sent their sweaty sons to drink lot’s of water in the kitchen. While waiting for them, the mothers busied themselves scooping the torrent of cum oozing from their pussies and asses and eagerly shoving their sons’ precious seed into their mouths, sucking it off their fingers.

The next round was doggy again, a staple favorite of the boys. By now, both sons and mummies had gotten the initial horniness out of their systems and the pace slowed down somewhat.

We knelt on all fours on the same bed, rocking back and forth, lovingly milking our son’s cocks with our pussies or asses, doing all the work while they knelt behind us squeezing and slapping our yoga sculpted asses.

After a few more rounds of this, we sent the boys off to the kitchen to drink more water while we eat their cum coming out of our pussies.

When the boys came back for more, we decided to run more ritualistic symbolism exercises that we developed just the past week. We fucked the boys missionary style while they roughly mauled their mummies’ titties.

Flushed and panting, I stroked my boy’s head as he greedily licked my nipples and repeatedly stabbed his godly babymaker into my cunt. Like me, Elizabeth and Cassandra were also in the same position, lying on their backs with their legs hooked behind their sons as they plowed powerfully into their mothers with deep, strong thrusts.

“Jason darling,” I panted, “Boys, please take note.”

Jason looked up at me. His hips kept thrusting, making me moan. The other sweaty boys glanced over as well while they continuously made aggressive love to their own mothers.

I continued, “Jason, ughhh... agh... From now on, ahhh... When you cummmm in mummy, ahhh... You must do thissss...” I panted.

I raised my arms and crossed them over my head. “H-hold, ahhh... ah... hold mummy’s arms above, ahhh.... above mummy’s head like thissss, ahhh...”

Grunting, Jason moved to pin my arms above my head with his strong hands.

“S-sean y-you tooooo...” Cassandra gasped, raising her hands like me.

“Ahh... m-make sure y-you learn this as well Lester... ahh...” Elizabeth said, similarly crossing her wrists above her head.

Each boy was soon pinning their mothers’s arms to the pillow above their heads while continuously driving their big hard cocks deep inside their mother’s pussies.

“Ahhh.. yesss.. ahhh.. fuck,” I moaned, “Good boyyy. Ahggh... Remember darling, angghh.... When you want to cum, always do thisss, ahhh.... This position means that mummy ah... Mummy has no right to move. Ahngh... It means you are in charge... anhhh... It means mummy cannot fight against you. Ahhh... It means mummy should just kuai-kuai take your cummmm!”

“That’s right Lester!” Elizabeth moaned hotly. “Hold mummy down like this... ahhhh... ah... ahh... whenever you want to cum in mummy. Aghhh... anhh... It means that mummy has no choice. Ahhhh... It means you have the full power to decide to dump your load in mummy. Ahhh... ah... Mummy should just take it like a good girl!”

“Yes Sean, like that!” Cassandra panted, “Hold mummy’s hands down and cum! Ahhh... ahh.... This position means you have all the power! Ahhhh... It means mummy has no right to stop you! Anghh... Ahhhnnn.... Mummy’s feelings doesn’t matter. Ahhh! Ahh! Your pleasure is more important! Amhh... So make sure mummy can’t resist and you just cum when you want!”

“Grrrr... Mummy!” Jason growled. He started thrusting faster. All three of the boys did, pounding their big cocks relentlessly into their mummies’ abused pussies while keeping their mothers’ arms helplessly pinned to the pillows above their heads.

The room became saturated with aggressive piaking sounds and motherly squeals of pleasure.

“Ahhh... ooohhh... ahhhhh!” Cassandra moaned, “Sean! You’re so powerful! Ahhhhh! Mummy is helpless before you! Ahhh! Ohhh! Oooohhh! You’re in charge! Arghhh! You’re in charggggee!”

“Lester! Ahhh my darling boy! Lesterrr!” Elizabeth panted deliriously, “That’s rigghhhttt just like that! Ahhhhhh! You have reduced mummy to just a dumping hole for your cummmm! Oooooh! You’re sooo strong!”

“Oh darling, oooh darling, oooh my baby!” I wheezed, “That’s right, hold mummy down and take her! Ahh... ahh... ahh... “When you wanna cum, mummy’s choice doesn’t matter! Ahhhnnn... ahhh... Your pleasure is all that matters! Anhhh! Anghh! So put mummy in her place and do what you want! Ungghhh... Ungghhh... That is your rigggghhhttttt!!!”

Egged on, the boys began growling louder and the slamfest of their mummies' subdued pussies continued for a long time, all the while pinning down their arms hard. Cassandra, Elizabeth, and I came hard several times throughout the period of hard pounding which ultimately lead to our mighty sons roaring and blasting their virile seed inside us while we were rendered utterly defenseless.

They collapsed on us, wheezing, and we caressed their sweaty backs and cooed more encouragement and praises into their ear.



After that we all went to the kitchen for another water break.

When we returned, we thought the boys another symbolism ritual. We knelt on all fours on the same bed and wiggled our perfect butts at them invitingly.

Our three mighty musketeers were soon busy stabbing their mummies with their big crotch swords from behind.

I started the lesson.

“Aghhh... ahhh... aghhh... Listen boys... ughh.. when you’re fucking your woman from behind like this... angghh... feel free to grab their hair from behind to control them. Uhhh... uhhh...” I said.

“Y-yesss... anghhh... Yesss!” Elizabeth said, “Like riding horses... ungghhh... you need to assert your control.”

“Ahhhh... angghh... And also...” Cassandra said, “When you want to cum inside a woman from behind, Ugghhhh.... arhhh... oooh.... The proper position for a woman to take it, Ughhh... Arghh... is like thisssss,” she moaned.

In sync, the three of us mothers stretched our arms straight forwards and lowered our face and chest down on the bed while arching our back to offer our asses and pussies up higher to our sons behind us.



This was basically the extended dog pose in yoga, but we adapted it to be a ritual symbolism of submission and surrender to our ravagers behind us.

I continued gasping, “If... if the woman is not in this pose when you want to cum, aghhh... ohhh... anghh... feel free to push her down and hold her down like that while you finish!”

In unison, the three of us mothers got back up on our elbows.

Our sons pounded us to their fill. When the time came, to our great pride and utmost joy, our sons grabbed us by the hair at the back of our heads and shoved our faces down on the bed roughly. We immediately assumed the pose, stretching our arms straight in front of us and arching our butts up and back while they grunted like beasts and copiously spermed their mummies’ orgasming pussies with such bounty that our cunts overflowed their thick creamy blessings.

My son, Jason, even added a nice touch by smacking my ass.

“W-well done darling!” I panted at my son behind me.


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After a final water break, we headed into the huge master bathroom for our final ritual.

Cassandra, Elizabeth, and I stripped away the nighties that we wore and the three of us stepped into the large round bathtub. We got on our knees before our sons who stood before us outside the tub and pushed back our shoulders and arched our backs back to proudly push our chest at them.

Our sons aimed their giant cocks at their mummies’ adoring faces and let loose all the water that their mummies had made sure they've been drinking plentifully during the multiple breaks throughout the night.

I had mentioned that the females in the African tribe tend to use the flowers differently than men. They prefer to burn it as incense. However, in a tightly packed modern city, airborne dispersion can cause problems. A wind might carry the incense and douse other unsuspecting people.

So this is how Cassandra, Elizabeth, and I decided to take our medicine. We feed the concentrated drug as purple pills to our sons and they in turn, douse us with the excess.

Not to mention, the incredible symbolism in this final ritual. Animals tend to mark their territory using urine. In our sons' cases, it should reflect on their subconscious level that they are marking their property.

The boys watched on as their beautiful, charismatic, and classy mothers moaned and rubbed their streams of hot piss all over their bodies, turning this way and that in order to make sure they get pissed on uniformly all around their sexy, slim, lithe, smooth, lily-white bodies.

After that, the boys went to their own rooms to shower and get dressed while their mummies linger in the bathtub to wind down.

We even prepared an ice-bucket and Champaign beside the bathtub. Once the boys were gone, I popped the cork and passed around the glasses. I filled up my friends’ glasses and mine with the golden fizzy beverage and we toasted each other to another case run done well.


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[Informer]

really nice story TS, more updates soon please.

[Pastorico]

Great share! Please keep going bro