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New Moon Pt. 01

By: GrimmsOtherBrother



Chapter 1

IN MEDIAS RES

The sounds have started again. Like they do every night, as soon as the soft moonlight seeps through the clouds. It's funny how something as gentle and unassuming as moonlight, can strike a spark for evil. That something so soft and beautiful, like a baby's breath at its mother's breast, can ignite and send the dark powers of the air into a frenzy. But it has, and that's why I am still held up in this abandoned Church. The only place I feel safe - for now. And those SOUNDS, never-ending, always increasing, have broken almost all my nerves. Snarls, guttural grunts, low sounds that could almost be human, but too animalistic and too deep. Then the howling begins and so it goes over and over. The snarls and then the howling. All night until the dawn saves my ears and sanity.

It makes me flash back to that night at the house, my last night there before I fled here. I heard those same noises, but more muffled, as I came into the empty livingroom. They drifted down to me from upstairs. I crept, slowly, up the stairs, trying to figure out which room the noises were coming from - though my guts churned with the thought that I already knew. Yes, they were coming from my parent's room. The door was cracked open a little and I could now here the sound much more distinctly - that and the savage and desperate creaking of bedsprings. I began to shake so badly, I could barely even move another step. I could not even physically force myself - I was having a seizure while I was still standing. Now the grunts gave way to yelps and howling. 

Slowly, my spasms began to weaken enough for me to take just the few steps left to the crack in the doorway. I took them, and peered into the darkened bedroom. The front of my pants began to raise at the sight that spilled before me. 

The room was dark except for the pale shaft of moonlight that poured over the master bed and the two figures upon it. One was larger and maternal, wide hips and enormous breasts that swayed like the waves of the ocean, back and forth with the rutting figure on top of them. Her face, once sweet and full of a mother's love, was now thinner, crueler, and her mouth was gaping with large canine teeth, bathed in drool. Her tongue waved madly back and forth across the male's face. Her eyes, once blue and full of gentleness, were yellow and now glowing with lust. Her long, curved nails traced love-slashes down the male's back, her legs, bulging with muscles, squeezed his buttocks into her with unhuman strength. Into her fertile, maternal body, entirely covered with long black hair. 

The male merely a youth on the edge of manhood - just barely 18. He was rutting away with desperation, eager for a release. He looked normal, almost scrawny. Then he threw back his head, and roared in ecstasy - and his eyes were yellow too. And as he roared, teeth split his gums, and his mouth began to fill with the teeth of an animal. He was changing too, his face no longer confused and innocent. It now looked savage and hungry. He roared and howled again and then, he released his seed. 

The she-creature beneath him began howling, and then, to my all consuming horror, she moaned an intelligible sentence: " Breed me, breed me, baby boy! I'm all your's now! Your mate! Breed your first bitch, baby boy!" Then she howled again in an earthshattering orgasm, that sent them both into an absolute fit of licking and pounding their flesh into one another. As he continued to seed her, his back began to sprout long brown hair. 

My little brother was one of them now. I was alone. I turned and ran like a bat out of hell, barely making it outside the house before I began to vomit. And after I was done, I looked down at my pants, and noticed, to my shame, they were warm and moist on the inside. 

CHAPTER 2

Begin at the Beginning...

Wait... I must not get ahead of myself. Though the memory of that last night at home keeps pounding through my head like a drum, I need to begin this at the beginning. So that anyone who finds this manuscript will know what happened, for I know I will not be around to explain the evil that has taken over the town and my family. THEY will break into this Church soon and then they will either kill me, and make a picnic of my flesh, or try to infect me and enroll me in their "moonlight choir". But then I would kill myself - for I will never sink to their bestial level - I will remain human, no matter what may come. So I am writing this to let others know what came to pass. I pray that somebody - someday - finds it.

It all began six months ago, when my family and I moved to this small town in Canada, the quaint little town of Wendaego. My father had a new job opportunity, and my mom, who was a nurse, also obtained a job at the new hospital there. So they moved us way the hell up north to this new place for a new start. My mom, dad, little brother, and twin sister composed that happy group of adventurers starting out on a new life. Little did we know...

Anyway.

Wendaego is a rather small town, founded centuries ago by a band of exiled French Huguenots, escaping the bloody retribution of a country that would not tolerate their religious beliefs. So they founded this small town in the middle of the Canadian wilderness and it has prospered here ever since. It's pretty isolated, nothing about it for almost hundred miles except for virgin wilderness, and twisting dirt roads that wind away into nowhere. I don't even know how we even found it the first time that we drove there. 

But it seemed a nice enough place once we drove through the city limits. Little wooden buildings, all antique and historical but well taken care of. Sweetly dressed and clean cut children ran and played down cobblestone streets. Men mowed golf-course quality yards. Housewives scurried back and forth grocery shopping. A world apart from the urban squalor of our last home. Our future looked quite picture perfect here - maybe a tad boring and nicey nice, but perfect. And it was perfect...for about a month.


Chapter 3

QUEEN OF THE PACK

Dad started work the week after we arrived, and then mom started at the hospital the week after. It was summer time, so there was no school for us kiddos, which meant that mom stayed home with me and my younger siblings that first week. After moving in quite a bit of our stuff, mom decided to take us around the neighborhood and meet our new neighbors. Most seemed nice enough, just a perfect and bland as everything else I had seen our first day there. 

Mrs. Bickers, though, was the exception. I'll never forget the first time that I saw here. We were rounding the corner, walking past her house and there she was in the yard, watering the plants. Tall, lithe and curvy, with large, firm breasts that squeezed ferociously against her shirt, long brown hair, high cheekbones, voluptuous lips that hid bright white teeth, and pale green eyes. Her eyes were her most stunning feature. As we waved hello to her, her eyes seemed to transfix me, to drink me in, to weave a spell around me making me believe it was only me and her in the entire world. I forgot about my mom, sis, and brother already introducing themselves. I just stared at her - consumed by her eyes. They seemed to glow with energy.

"And who is the shy one?" she asked my mother. Too busy worshiping, I had not introduced myself when the rest of my family had.

"This is my eldest son, James. James, is something wrong? You look a little woozy, sweetheart?" My mom's voiced ached with concern.

"It's nothing, just had a weird spell there. It's nothing. Nice to meet you Miz Bickers." 

"Please," she replied in a warm voice. "Please call me Diana. And please to meet you. Well, it is certainly nice to know another family is moving into the neighborhood. And so good looking," she added, ruffling my hair with her long manicured nails. "Trust me, you will just love it here. This place will make totally new people out of you. Quite nice...and exciting, though it may not look it now"

"We are certainly enjoying it so far," replied my mom, a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh, it get's better and better the longer you stay. Oh, I just remembered, my husband has been looking for someone to help him on some yard work. He threw his back out last week and we've been looking for a young man to mow and weed-eat and such. Would you be interested, James?" She smiled that enchanting smile and her eyes held me again.

"I"m sure he would love to," my mom volunteered. "Think you could help our new neighbor, sweety?"

"Sure." I barely managed to get the word out. I think I would have done anything to serve those beautiful pale green eyes. 

"Come by tomorrow afternoon then, and then - we can get busy." She smiled and flashed her white teeth. 

Chapter 4

A REAL BITCH

Tomorrow could not come fast enough. I spent the night, tossing and turning, already head over heels in puppy love with my neighbor. Crazy - I was just barely 20, and she had to be in her late 30's, early 40's. But her eyes had done something to me. Their green fire had lit a spark in me somewhere, and I was addicted to her like some sort of wonderfully horrible drug. 

Needless to say, I woke up tired the next morning, but ready, willing and able to do whatever Mrs. Bickers wanted. 

"Hey, there cutey!" Diana Bickers was ruffling my hair again, with her long manicured nails as I walked through her front door. "I'm so happy to have such a helpful young gentlemen next door to help a lady in distress. And so handsome too!" She was beaming and her white teeth flashed against the lights of the house. 

"Thanks, I guess." I was red as a crayon with embarrassment - which embarrassed me even more. 

"Your welcome. Now, Mr. Bickers had to go out of town for a couple of days, so it'll just be me and you, kiddo. How about if you start mowing the yard, while I get some housecleaning done, and when you are done with that, we'll see if there is anything else you can help me with. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure," I replied. "Just lead me to the lawn mower and I'll get right to it."

"Follow the leader," she winked and began to walk to the garage. As I followed her, I could not help but stare at the amazing, sculpted buttock of a goddess, quivering like sex beneath her tight blue jeans. And the scent of her perfume - I felt like I was drunk. I tripped twice on the way to the garage.

It took me a couple of hours to finish with the yard. As I moved back and forth across the green grass, I caught glimpses of my new crush, every now and again through the windows. Vague images just enough to know that she was there. I finally rolled to a stop in the hottest part of the afternoon, pretty damn close to being as dehydrated as a raisin. Sweat was pouring down me, like the Mississippi, cutting rivulets through the dust and grass on my neck and arms. 

I opened the Bickers' door and stepped into the refreshing coolness. I looked around, but my fair lady was nowhere to be seen. I helped myself to some ice and tapwater from the faucet. I drank and drank and drank, but I still saw nor heard any sign of her. 

"Miz Bickers? Miz Bickers, I'm finished with the yard," I called. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey!" Her voice sounded like it was coming from a hallway upstairs. 

"Just a sec! I'm on the phone. Hey, turns out I don't need you for the rest of the day after all. I'll have to leave in the next hour or so. If you want, you can go ahead and jump in the shower and clean off before you go. Hubby's got some bathing suits in bathroom you can borrow if you want."

She shouted this down to me, not once did I see her. Guess she was in her room. I was totally caught off guard by the offer of a shower - seemed sort of improper for a middle-aged woman to ask the "pool-boy" to take a shower. But she sounded pretty casual about it - no big deal. So I went in hunt for the bathroom. 

It was pretty ritzy as bathrooms go and it took me awhile before I could even figure out how to turn the hot and cold water on. I found the swimsuits in a drawer under the towels. Still a little thrown out of wack that I was showering in a my neighbor's house, I stepped in and started to soak. It felt so incredibly good after the hours in the sun. My eyes squeezed tight, I let the water pour and flow through my hair and over my face. 

That's when I heard something. It sounded like a rustle of clothing or something. Couldn't place it and the water still covered my eyes. Then, my stomach jumped in my throat. The shower door was opening! 

I wiped the water out of my eyes in a frenzy, blinked, and then found myself looking into the green depths of Diana Bickers' eyes. I looked down her body - her voluptuous lips were smiling, and her body was tan and very, very naked. Her breasts were large and firm, defying gravity, topped with light brown nipples. They pointed at me like knives. Her hips were perfect, curvaceous and wide - my faced burned with nervous embarrassment when my eyes alighted on her thatch of brown between her long, flawless, and very muscular legs. A long finger and a nail gently lifted my eyes back up to her's. 

"I thought you would never get into the shower. I had trouble containing myself." She smiled like a succubus. Her pink little tongue ran across her lips, moistening them. She leaned them into me, brushing them like a feather across my lips. She gently moved the red petals of flesh back and forth across my mouth, her tongue barely trailing along my lips. Her finger nails began to tease my nipples. She tweaked them back and forth and drew circles around them. Electric shocks went through my body - I twitched like a epileptic. I had never been with a woman before, and my senses were overloading!

She pressed her body and her soft breasts into me. Her nipples pressed into mine - she rubbed them against my own. Our nipples strained as they dueled together- hard as steel, like power cables shocking each other with energy and passing it on. Her scent overflowed my senses. I was reeling drunk again. Her mouth nibbled at my ear, her teeth nipped at the lobe, and her tongue rolled through its opening, the churning pounding from my eardrum down into my nearly bursting cock. 

Her whispers roared into my ear - "I want you inside me. So much essence," Her perfect long fingers reached down and wrapped around my manhood. It seared with pain, it was so swollen with lust. She ran her nails gently along the skin, prickly my nerves. 

"I want... THIS ... in me. So young and so male...ready for it's life purpose. For the Joining."

She stopped making love to my ear and brought her head back around to look into my eyes. Her eyes burned. They dragged me into her - they were like a magnet. I cannot describe it - there are no phrases or words for the force sucking me into her eyes. "Mount me," she whispered. "Make your first stud, begin the planting, spread the seed into your Queen." 

Her mouth attacked my mouth with a ferocity that took me off guard, knock me back against the shower wall. Her tongue wrestled with mine, churned against my teeth, impaled my mouth. My hands grasped at the air, so unsure of what they were supposed to do. Her hands clawed at my back, the nails hungrily scraped at my skin. Her mound rubbed up and down against my manhood, the hairs tickling it, scratching it at the same time. There was a heat there that began to burn my flesh - moisture was seeping everywhere, and my cock was becoming wet and sticky with her juices. 

And that's when I blew a circuit! My manhood jerked wildly like a firehose gone berserk - my seed spurting, spurting, like a Roman Candle! It shot against her tight belly and bathed her curly black forest in a white lather. 

"Ohhhh, not yet, sweetness!" She yelled into my mouth. " Not yet, not yet! You must mount me! Mate! Mate! Mate with me!" Her abdomen rubbed frantically against my now almost spent organ. Her hairs were scraping it. 

"We are NOT finished! We are NOT finished!" Her tongue lashed across my face. 

But I WAS done. My senses, so young and inexperienced, reeled. And I, I am quite ashamed to say, passed out.

New Moon Pt. 02



Ch. 5: You Ain't Finished Yet

When I finally came to, the first sensations that I recognized were that of silk sheets moving beneath my skin and the scent of roses gently invading my nostrils. I opened my eyes and furtively looked around, still in a state of confusion, my mind still not working quite right. I was in an enormous bed, draped in luxuriant silk sheets, black as sin, and surrounded by a gauzy barricade of bed curtains that kept everything around me on the bed in shadows. But I could see enough to know that I was alone. Mrs. Bickers was nowhere in sight - and I sighed in relief. After my embarrassing fainting spell, I did not know if I could face her without nearly burning alive with shame. My first experience with a woman and I failed it so miserably! She was my neighbor too, which meant that I would see her all the time in passing, and be constantly reminded of my failings as a man.

As these thoughts were coursing through my head, I heard the door to the bedroom open, and then lithe footsteps sweep across the floor. It was her. I pressed myself back into the bed in nervous anxiety, and could not help but shake in anticipation - anticipation of what, I did not know. The bed curtains were drawn back by one of her perfect, long fingered hands, and her face peered down at me through the shadows. The room was fairly dark, but I could still make out the gleam of her green eyes, cutting through the dark like glimmering blades. It must have been the state of my nerves that deceived me, for I could honestly swear that they were glowing, actually glowing, like some feral animal in the night. Those glowing pinpoints of green focused on my own anxious eyes. 

"Finally awake are we?" she cooed. She reached down and her perfectly manicured nails ran through my hair. "You gave me a little bit of a scare when your circuits overloaded!" She laughed softly.

I squirmed in my embarrassment. "I am so sorry Mrs. Bickers! I...I...don't know what happened to me...I've never done anything like that before...I just couldn't control...I'm SO SORRY!" 

She placed a finger against my lips to hush me. "Shhhhh. It's okay. Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Believe me, it's not the first time that I have overwhelmed one of my pupils. That's one of the big reasons I find you young bucks so sexy..." She smiled and her sensuous lips parted over her gleaming teeth. Her tongue ran across them, licking them with a hunger. "But, you know what they say, lover, practice makes perfect. Now, are you up for the challenge?" Her laughter came from deep in her throat, low and wicked. She licked her lips again and with the nails of one perfect hand, began to trace along my chest in a slow descent south. "I have so much to teach you, pet." 

Her hand finally reached my manhood, already swelling with desire. She gripped it softly, gripped it almost without touching it and began to slowly moved her hand back and forth along its length. Her hand was cold. "I told you we weren't finished yet. And you didn't believe me?" Her eyes looked into mine and held me transfixed. I couldn't even shake my head in reply, let alone let out a whimper of pleasure and fear. She gave my tool a hard squeeze, laughed, and lunged at it with her wet, sucking lips. 

I jerked upward and my neck strained backwards almost out of its socket! I had never felt such electricity pumping through me. My legs tossed and turned in circles, my eyes rolled back into my head as her tongue and mouth licked and sucked around my penis. Her tongue traced figure eights along my shaft and then slowly tortured my pee hole with the tip. Her perfect fingers jerked at the shaft as she kissed along the path between the head and my balls. I gasped, my heart in my throat, as she sucked one into her mouth and began to roll it around...humming. I looked down at her, moans dying in my throat as I shivered in ecstasy. She would lap at my penis like a dog, then take a ball into her mouth and hum, hum, hum, and just as I reached the brink of explosion, her pink tongue darted back up to the swollen head and rolled around it, bathing it in her lust. Her green eyes, glowing in the darkness, looked into mine and held me in their gaze as she worked back and forth across my cock. 

She smiled and nipped at it with her teeth. "Enjoying your first blowjob, tiger?" She winked and giggled and nipped and licked at it like a kitten at play. "That's just to get you warmed up. Now it's time for the main course." She gave me one final long lick and then rose up and straddled me with her perfect and still naked body. 

I couldn't move; I was paralyzed. Her perfect hand grasped my cock again, wet with her saliva, and began guiding it to her...her...I couldn't believe this was happening! A warm, moist, tight cocoon enveloped me. A scream strangled in my mouth as she lunged at my face and impaled herself on me in the same plunge. Her tongue attacked mine with a vengeance. I feebly wrestled back. The steaming cocoon began to rock me within its loving grasp. Up and down, up and down, her buttocks began to bounce against me with rough and almost painful vigor. They struck me harder and harder and she began to move above faster and faster. 

She rose up and moaned into the air above. Her hands thrust me harder into the bed and held me down tight, like I was her prey. The heat was steaming and the pressure squeezed again and again around my cock. I felt a familiar tingling in my balls. Not much longer. She still had her head rolled back, moaning into the air. Her ass pounded me into the bed. The bed springs screamed in protest over and over. Her moans became louder and...deeper. I was at my breaking point - her vagina milked me faster and faster. I managed to cry out "It's coming, Mz. Bickers! I'm so sorry, cum..." 

A cry ripped out of my throat and into the air as I felt my seed rush up from my balls. I began to squirt into the warmth that surrounded me. "Yes, Yes!" She screamed in a deep and savage voice. "Give me the seed, stud! Plant the seed in your bitch!" She tossed her head and roared in something more than sexual passion. I opened my eyes, still squirting into her, and saw her face twisting in passion and her eyes glaring at me. Her mouth was open and her beautiful white teeth were...I can't believe it even now. They were growing. Splitting her gums and growing long and sharp! The saliva that had coated my cock dripped like a river down the ivory blades. 

I stopped cumming, paralyzed with fear. I looked away to see where I could move, to get away, and my eyes glanced across her perfect breasts, topped by her jutting nipples. Her flat belly was moving. Not moving because of her rapid panting, but swelling, PULSING! Small round dots were forming before my very eyes, growing larger and larger. My eyes grew wider with them. Nipples! Nipples swelling and forming out of her flesh, right in front of me. In a perfect row, like a dog's...like a bitch's. I looked back at her eyes in horror. She was smiling at me. "What's wrong, sweetie? Don't know where to suck first? I bet our child won't have any problems suckling. Plenty of places to choose from." She giggled. 

I screamed in horror and revulsion and, with all my power, shoved her off of me. My penis yanked out of her hole and I fell to the floor. I scrambled for footing while she did the same on the other side of the bed. I managed to make a beeline for the door and burst through stumbling down the stairway. I dashed through the back door, still naked, with her snarls chasing after me. " I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD LEAVE! COME BACK HERE! BACK TO YOUR QUEEN! YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME! "

She snarled and panted after me, but I made it out the door and into the light before she could get me. I was safe - without clothes but safe. I ran back home through the backyards of my neighbors, hoping no one was home to see me and the state I was in. No one did. And so I tried to put my rape by the nympho neighbor behind me. Little did I know that she was far from done with me...and my family.



New Moon Pt. 03



Chapter 6: Everyone Loves A Tupperware Party!  

A week past uneventfully. I never saw Mrs. Bickers anytime I passed by her house. I think her husband came back home the day after our little ...er, experience...and so I assume she was otherwise employed and no longer needed my services. Thank goodness. 

I spent the week playing with my brother and bugging the hell out of my sister. The usual youthful time burners. I guess I should tell a little bit about the siblings - of how they used to be before the darkness took my family away from me. 

Becka was my twin sister, tall, blonde, and temperamental. Her face was very pretty in a cute sort of way, with grey eyes, and fair skin. She played just about every sport you could think of, and was pretty much a tomboy, though she still had her fair share of male admirers. Like I said, she had a very cute sort of beauty - the kind of woman one would think of marrying, rather than lusting over. 

Then there was my brother, Jacob. He was two years younger than me, 18, just ending high school, as I was nearing the middle of college. I still had a few months of summer break before I went back. Like me, very shy, very quiet. He was the nerd of the family, you might say. Tall, like all of us, butter colored hair, grey eyes, and fair. He was pretty goofy though. One of those guys that was really having trouble fitting into his changing body. He always moved and acted like he had the wrong set of skin on. Zits on the face and skinny as a rail. We got along pretty good though, and I did my best to help him through the tough times he had at all the schools we had attended throughout our lives. 

Mother had started back to work the week before, and so we had not seen a great deal of her until the weekend. Night shifts. So when she got her weekend off, she wanted to take us all out to eat to celebrate her first week on the job. Dad had been sent off on a business trip almost first thing after moving, so it would be just us three. 

Mom was great. She was just a little over 40, with a radiant face, cute and loving, with the grey eyes we all had. Her smile was only just now beginning to sag with some wrinkles and her eyes were barricaded with crows feet. Her hair was black, and fell down past her shoulders. She had once, before I was born, been quite the looker - having been a dancer and cheerleader in school. But bearing three children had not treated her body all that well. Her hips were quite large now, and her butt, many sizes larger than her school girl days, but not obscene or gross. Just larger. Her motherly bosom was much heavier too than the pictures I had seen of her school days. Large, heavy, and somewhat saggy, they filled her body out with motherly tenderness. She was like those old statues of the earth goddess in world mythologies - or as some might say, a perfect baby-maker. Not these skinny supermodel types. I guess even then I had a bizarre fascination with her type of beauty, though not in near the intensity that I would learn to love her. No, no! I hate thinking about that. I'll write about THAT only when I have to. Let me remember her a little bit longer...as my mother, and not any Thing else. 

We went out to eat that night at the local steak house. It was packed, elbows to assholes, with the citizens of the town. Everybody loved steak. So it took us about thirty minutes or so to finally get a seat. Once we did, we tackled into our dining experience with relish. We hadn't been to a nice restaurant in quite awhile, so all of us were really enjoying ourselves. Mom was asking about how we were doing, how we liked the town, how we liked the neighbors. I managed to mumble something about how nice everything was, managing not to look too uncomfortable when the subject of neighbors came up. 

"Well, I am so glad that everything seems to be going along nicely so far, kids. To tell you the truth, I have been worried about how our constant moving might effect you guys, especially since you are all now in high school. That's a pretty important time for all of you, and I hoped you would not be too-too miserable from the move." 

We told her everything was fine. She smiled at us and said that she was so happy. Then she ordered our food. "You guys know how VERY much I love you. I would be horrified to think that anything I had done would have a bad effect on you, or hurt you in anyway. But, I think we will all learn to enjoy it here. The people are so nice and incredibly kind. It's such a pleasant change. For instance, our neighbor Mrs. Bickers invited me to a tupperware party at her house tomorrow night. All the women of the town will be there. Wasn't that so nice?" 

Mom was liked an excited school girl, happy at making new friends. I tried to conceal my shock. Mrs. Bickers...that strange, demonic woman - and a tupperware party! I ached to let my mom know what had happened, but, of course, could not think of anyway to tell her that her "nice" neighbor had seduced her oldest son, maybe even conceived by him. That thought had gnawed at my guts for the last couple of days as well. Her talk of our "child", drinking from her many nipples. 

There was no way I could tell my mom that. So I sat silent in my fear. Mom kept on talking about how wonderful everything was. "It looks like we finally found a place we can put down roots, kids. Instead of moving around all the time, and ripping you guys up from your friends. We can finally become a family! I love you guys so much." She was getting a little emotional; her eyes were glazed with some tears. She seemed so glad we were finally living in a nice place; finally found a home. We spent the rest of the evening enjoying our steaks, thinking of the future, enjoying mom's beaming joyfulness, and, as for me, trying to think of someway to keep her away from the Bickers lady.

Chapter 7: Dark Night of the Tupperware! 

After wracking my brains for someway to convince Mom not to go to the party, I had still not come up with anything remotely convincing. All excuses sounded equally ridiculous. I was nearly saved by Dad calling to let us know that he would be coming back from his business trip that day, but he then called back the next day and said that he was assigned to another town on spur of the moment to replace a sick fellow employee. So what seemed like my best escape from the situation turned into nothing but a tease. 

So, the day of the party dawned. It found me quite worried and feeling like a caged beast, with nowhere to turn. Mom was quite her usual self that day, happy and beaming. Practically oozing syrupy sweetness. She had come into my room to wake me up - though I had already been awake for hours. 

"Wake up sleepy head! Rise and Shine! You want to go to town with me? Got some shopping to do for tonight's shin-dig. Do you wanna come with?" 

"I dunno. I'm real tired, mom." 

"Oh. Oh c'mon, pumpkin! It'll be fun, just some good quality mom and son time. You are not too big for me to order around anymore." She smiled, and pecked a kiss on my forehead. "Now get your lazy bones outta bed. We need to get to the store before afternoon. I've got other chores to do too." She winked and walked out of the room, humming to herself. She was obviously happy, not only to be spending some time with one of her kids, but quite excited about finally getting to do some socializing here in the new town. 

The day passed, all went well. We went shopping and had a nice time. Mom was so sweet the entire time, having fun spending time with "her baby boy", which made me all the more worried about this evening. I don't honestly know why I was worried. It was just a tupperware party - but it was the fact that Mrs. Bickers was throwing it. And anybody who sprouts fangs and extra nipples cannot be trusted. I wanted to protect mom from anything that might happen. The only way I could think of, was to actually gird up my loins, so to speak, and go to the party with her. To face that banshee myself and be around in case I needed to protect mom in anyway. 

"Hey, mom, would you like for me to go with you to the party?" 

"Go with me? Why on earth would you like to go to a Tupperware party, sweetness? It's just a whole bunch of old women sitting around, gossiping, and looking at tupperware. I think you would have much more fun at home." 

"I dunno. I think it might be fun. I haven't met everyone in the neighborhood yet." 

"No, son, I really don't think it would be fun for you. Besides, I'll need you to stay at home with your brother and sister and be the man of the house while I am out. Would you please?" She squeezed my hand. 

"I guess so." I really couldn't think of anything else to say. I obviously was not going to be going with her. But that didn't mean that I wouldn't sneak out and keep an eye on her at the party - for her own sake. And that's exactly what I did. But little did I know what strange, dark, and unearthly things I would see that night at the party - and that it would be the last night for my mother to be...my mother. 

It was 7 o' clock and I was doing my best to sneak through bushes and dodge lawn ornaments without making much sound. I was in the Bickers backyard. I had told my siblings I had to run some errands real fast and that I would be back soon. My sis was too busy on the phone to care, and my brother was immersed in his play station, so I did not perceive much trouble from them trying to leave. 

As I crept closer to one of the back windows, I could hear female voices laughing and talking and laughing some more. I moved as quiet as I could, avoiding the gigantic windows that poured light and sound out on the yard. Making a wide circle to avoid that shimmering sea of light upon the grass, I crawled through the darkness and the shadow on my knees and elbows. I managed to slink close to the edge of those great glowing glass openings, keeping in the dark, but still able to peer into the living room - into the depths of the party. 

All the women of the town must have been there. Never seen so many hens in one coop. There were some faces that I recognized, but most were unknown to me. I strained to see my mother, but I could not see her amidst the gossiping, giggling mob of faces. I did see HER though - Mrs. Bickers. She was as ravishingly beautiful as the last time I saw here. Her hair poured over her shoulders in glistening brown curls. Her red lips laughed and gossiped. Her white teeth, without the fangs, reflected all the lights in the house and her perfect playmate body strained against the black leather pants and sweater she had sculpted to her flesh. She wasn't even aware of my presence, and yet she was hypnotizing me again. Such a perfect woman. She was everything that was a woman - both goddess and temple whore. 

I shook my head, cleared it of my fantasies and began to look for my mother again. I began to creep around the edges of the house, looking for more windows to spy through. I found one, a little higher up than my head, but set well away into darkness. No fear of discovery. I leaned up on the tips of my toes, and squinted into the bright interior. 

It was a bedroom. A guest bedroom, I think, because it was not the master bedroom that I was seduced in. There were three people inside - a young man, the first one I had seen there in the house, a much older woman with white hair and another that was probably in her 50's, with wide hips, red hair, an enormous bosom pressing out of the cut in her shirt, and a cruel countenance. The youth was lying on the bed - his wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts! His face was etched with terror. 

The white haired woman had to be almost 70, her face sagged and wrinkles wrapped her like a blanket. But her body was not that of a 70 year old. No, it was tight, topped by large, sagging but attractive breasts, and anchored by perfectly sculpted hips. Her body actually reminded me of Mrs. Bickers - except with ancient flesh stretched tight over a model's body. Her shirt was actually short enough to see a six-pack on her stomach! This woman was ripped! And she was crying too. I pressed ear to the glass to listen. 

The middle aged vixen was coaxing her. 

" You know you must, Betty! You must! It is the culmination of the change you have been through! The Queen picked you to be one of us; that means you must begin to accept your new role in life. Believe me, life is so much fuller, richer, and brimming with life if you do. It's natural instinct..." 

The Old/Young Lady sobbed, "But, he's my baby, my angel..My..My..grandchild! I cannot!" 

"Enough! Your body calls out for it! He's young, virile, a male who has what a female needs. Bitches must LIVE when the urge hits them. Or else they will suffer the pangs of unfulfilled natural needs. You have no choice. It must be him...or another buck, but it may as well be him. Easy access - and a bond that is already there." 

"Please, no...I did not ask to be made like this....She did this to me! She tricked me!" 

"She gave you LIFE! Instead of being old and frail and full of dead memories, She has given you a new life, a new body, a new lease on life. The life of Nature. The life of the Wild. But you must experience it - accept it - embrace it! Or else your new body will drive you mad with it's longings...."

The white haired woman continued to shake her head and struggled against her tempter, but the red haired vixen was too strong. She looked to a window on the others side of the room, away from me. 

"Betty, you must really begin to see things in another light. You had to do it the hard way." She reached out and pulled up the blind. Silver moonlight hit the old woman full in the face. She tried to flee, struggled fiercely, moaning "Noooo.." But the Vixen held her like a vise. 

Then all at once the grandmother stopped struggling. She stood still, breathing heavily, panting, like a dog. Her eyes were closed. Minutes passed. There seemed to be some sort of inward struggle going on within her mind. But then, slowly, slowly, she opened her eyelids. 

Her eyes had changed! They were now a bright yellow, and shining with cruelty. She looked down at the young man. She smiled. 

"Hello, sweety. Beautiful baby. Don't worry about Grandma - I feel so much better now...this way...after I had things explained to me by Gloria here. She's right I think. One can't fight Mother Nature." 

She smiled again, then gasped in pain. She threw her head back and her teeth...her teeth began to elongate and grow ...sharper...like steak knives splitting out her gums. Drool poured rabidly from her mouth. Her wrinkled hands grabbed at her shirt and ripped it off her body, exposing her motherly mammaries, encased in a black bra. 

Then the bra exploded off her chest! Her breasts were swelling like living balloons and rising from their sagging position to pointing straight out. Her nipples, long and wide, pointed like needles into the air, begging to be suckled. 

"Come my love," she said in a voice much deeper than before. " We have all night to hold each other." She ran a hand over the shaking boy's chest. A hand still old and wrinkled, but with nails growing longer by the second and curving into claws. "We must perform the will of instinct!" Her eyes blazed forth a harsh yellow light, and her mouth snarled viciously with hunger and lust. Her face, once sweet and kind, was now twisted like an animal bent on the kill. She laughed wickedly and lunged at her grandson. 

I fell backward into the ground - in shock! I pulled myself up and was about to look back through the window, even though every instinct told me to run like hell. But I didn't look. I could hear clearly through the glass now to what was happening. 

The bedsprings were echoing through the room, they were so loud. The grandmother creature was grunting like a bear, over and over again. There was the slap of flesh against flesh. And the soft wailing of the young man... 'Grandma, please no....no...ahhhhh....no...uhhhh...oh grandma....ahhhhhh!" Over and over again. Groaning in fear, confusion and arousal. Her grunting became deeper and more savage and desperate for release. The springs were screeching at lightning speed as she rode him. Faster pounding, faster slapping, faster grunting, faster pounding... 

"No, grandma, oh please no, look out, look out, get off, Get Off!, Oh NOOOOO!" 

"Give it to me, Boy! Give it to ME! Yes, that's it... that's it...NOW! NOW! GIVE IT TO ME NOW! OH YEEEEEES! I CAN FEEL IT, BOY! POURING INTO ME! MORE! MORE! " 

"GRANDMA! AHHHHHHHH!" 

And then her demonic voice twisted into a orgasmic howl of passion, lust, and savage victory. Her grandson yelled in terror - in an unspeakable orgasm. And I ran like hell.



New Moon Pt. 04



Ch. 8: Dark Night of the Tupperware, Part 2 

I ran like hell right around the corner of the house, and nearly stumbled upon Mrs. Bickers and my Mom! At last I found her! I ducked down beneath some shrubs, holding my breath in tight, praying that I had not been heard. My lungs were threatening to burst through my skin, and sweat was pouring down my head. No sound from them as if I had been discovered, so I slowly exhaled and just as slowly peered over the bushes. 

The two of them were sitting in some lawn chairs, enjoying the cool evening that wrapped the town in a comfortable blanket. Mom held a drink in her hand, casually sipping at it while she was listening to Mrs. Bickers talk about this and that. Most of it had to deal with her son being away at college, how much she missed him, and how irritated and lonely she was with her husband gone all the time. She actually sounded pathetic, a far cry from the domenatrix I had grown to know and lust after. Mother was listening sympathetically, nodding at the appropriate times, saying "I'm so sorry, Diana..."etc. She actually looked moved by our neighbor's situation. 

"What about you, Danielle?" She was talking with my mom now. "I've noticed your guy's always off too. Actually, I don't think I have even met him. He's been gone since you guys moved here. You must know how I feel then, sleeping in an empty bed." 

"Well, uh, I guess it does get lonely, but that's just the way things are. He makes most of the money, so we have to be away from each other sometimes to support the family. It gets lonely, but I've gotten used to it." 

"No one should get used to being alone! I get sick and damn tired of lying alone at night and having no one to talk to, especially since my son has been off to college." She paused, seem to hesitate. "What do you do to...ummmm....make up for hubby's absence?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know, do you, um, well, do things to make up for him being away?" 

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" 

"Probably." 

"No, of course not! I'm not a horndog! My hubby and I make love when he gets home and make love before he leaves. I never need to...do THAT!" 

"Oh come on now! Don't tell me you haven't done it just once. Everyone has...when the urge just becomes unbearable. When the need for satiating your animal side becomes too much." 

"Animal side?" 

Animal side? I didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. 

"Don't act so innocent, Danielle. Your animal side. People are nothing more than more fully evolved animals. It's basic grade school science. We may be higher up on the food chain, but we are still animals. Sooooo, that means we are still subject to basic biological instincts." 

"I guess so, sort of. But still, there is a difference between basic biological instincts and sex with your partner." 

"How do you figure? Why do people have sex? For pleasure - of course. But the main reason is for procreation. Why do women become hornier when they ovulate? Because their body is trying to convince them to breed - to propagate the species. So we obey the will of instinct with our husbands. This is what society demands. But what happens when our husbands - our mates - our not around to join with us in mating?" 

As she was saying all these things, I noticed that she was slowly beginning to inch a little closer to my mother. My mother, listening to her intently, and I also think a little bit because of the alcohol, was not noticing Mrs. Bickers slowly scooting her chair closer to her. 

"If our mates are not here to mate, then we must do something else. The urge becomes too powerful eventually. Instinct and primal urges take over." 

"Diana, what are you saying?" 

"I'm saying that if one mate does not perform their job, then a woman in heat must take another. Another to mount her, to pleasure her, to make her scream in animal pleasure, to pound her with his tool of creation, to pour his seed in her willing body - to take her as his bitch." 

The woman's green eyes, glowing in the dark like demonic lightning bugs, were boring into my mother's. Mother seemed to be frozen; frozen in confusion and fear. I think Mrs. Bickers was hypnotizing her, like she had done to me. Mother's drink dropped to the ground, but she did not move. She was lost in the glow of the eyes. 

"Are...you...crazy? What's wrong...with you...Di...." Mother managed to mumble. Mesmerism and alcohol were smothering her senses. Diana Bickers was out of her chair now and was crouched on her knees in front of Mom - holding her in her devilish gaze. 

"Nothing is wrong with me, Danielle. I'm just telling you what I have learned. My husband is always gone, so I have taken lovers, I have taken mates. I have been the garden for the seed of others. I am a fertility goddess, Danielle. Men love me, worship me. I pleasure them and join with them in the eternal dance of nature. I am their goddess. I am the mate of all the young men here, they are my worshipers. Even...even... my own son." 

My mother managed a gasp, but could not move away from the eyes. 

"Yes, it was unusual at first, and I was full of fear but he happened to be at home when the urge took me. He didn't want to mate with me when I first offered myself, but then he eventually learned to love me, to taste me, to move gently inside me until he gave me his own seed. Now I am both mother and goddess to him and he wants no other mate. So whenever he is home from school, we share his bed, reveling in our love and passion and nakedness, searching each other with our tongues. Then he mounts me, his goddess and creator, and as we look into each other's eyes, he desperately ruts into me, trying to recreate himself in my womb....There is no feeling that compares to the sheer mind-numbing ecstasy of the love and animal lust when I feel his essence pour into me as he nurses at my breasts....You should try it." 

My mother was pale with fear, but still could not move. It looked as if she was struggling to move her feet but couldn't. Her eyes were wide and almost blank, held fast by that evil woman. But I was actually breaking a sweat listening to her almost whisper those evil words to my mom. I had to jump in and create a distraction or else something horrible I knew would happen to Mom. 

"What are you doing, tiger?" a sultry voice whispered in my ear. I turned and my heart froze. There sitting next to me in the bushes was a very hairy and very naked old woman - the woman who I had just watched ravage her grandson!

Dark Night of the Tupperware, Part 3 

"Are you spying, sweetheart?" the old woman purred. She crept toward me, slowly, like a cat. She curled up into me, her hair and skin rank with the smell of her mating. Long white hair covered her entire body, enveloping her tight and powerful muscles. Her enormous breasts pressed into my chest, her long row of extra nipples rubbed up and down me. 

"You shouldn't spy on other people's conversations. You know, I smelled you just now beneath the window. I knew someone was watching me with my grandson. But I didn't know who. Did you enjoy the show? He certainly did. His mind didn't, but his body did." Her long nails began to trace along my chest. Her lips began petting kisses around my neck and face. I could smell her breath; I could feel the sharp points of elongated teeth. 

" I couldn't help it, but he was so cute and strong and male, and I needed his essence. But he felt so bad after, I couldn't help it, I nipped him a bit too hard. Now...in a few days, he won't have any qualms about mounting me...from behind...he'll need it as much as I need it. He just needs a little help getting in touch with his..animal side. Ooops! My, my, are you getting excited, tiger?" 

I am ashamed to say that I was. My breath was approaching a pant, and I was shaking. Her fingers, and long curved nails pressed against my crotch and began to rub gently. 

"Mmmmmmm...looks like I've got some work to do", she breathed. "My new body has really turned into a blessing." She smiled like a devil and began licking around my face. "Let's have a looksy and see what you have for grandma." Her hand, with a strength I could not have imagined, ripped my pants open with one great pull and forced itself, hot and grasping into my boxers. It wrapped around my straining arousal and began to move back and forth. I tried to strangle my groans, almost forgetting my mom was just through the bushed. 

Wait! My mom was going to be attacked by Mrs. Bickers! I jerked my head away from the lapping tongue and looked back towards the yard. 

Mrs. Bickers was sitting in my mom's lap, holding her down with her weight, her face close to my mother's, looking intently into her eyes. Her long perfect fingers were slowly undoing the buttons of her own blouse while she had my mom's eyes locked in her horrible gaze. Then she tossed the piece of clothing off, revealing her perfect, muscular body and her perfect bosom, ferociously straining at a black bra. My manhood jumped at the site, and the voracious grandma took that as a sign of acceptance. Her mouth dove to my crotch and her tongue began lapping like a dog dying of thirst. I cried out in spite of myself, but Mrs. Bickers and my mom were in their own little world. Mrs. Bicker's world. 

Mom made a feeble, barely audible protest. "Nooo..what are you doi...What's happening?" Diana made no answer, only reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. She slowly, slowly, let if fall from her body. Now her nipples stood hard and taunting in front her victim's gaze. She began to run her fingers, slow and soft through mom's hair. Her nails barely kissed the woman's long black hair. Mother's eyes began to swim with drowsiness, her lids began to gently flutter. The finger's ran through and through the sea of blackness, stroking her, soothing her, seducing her. 

Diana began to speak now. "You're so beautiful Danielle. I've never met such a beautiful woman, so much potential. You're body is just aching, crying out for it's new form. You can free yourself of your sagging flesh, your wrinkles, the demons of age. You can change, transform into a goddess, like me. No more middle age, no more worrying whether your husband still hungers for your flesh. All men will hunger for you - all the young stallions will be fighting to be the first to stud you. Like they fight over me. You will be like me - the mother goddess." 

The woman's tongue ran across her teeth. They were elongating now. She was changing. I could see hair beginning to sprout in the small of her back, running in a trail of blackness along her spine, and slowly widening across the flesh of her back. 

I had to save Mom! I tried to pull myself up from where I was, but the old woman, with the strength of a beast, held me down. I struggled and pushed against her but it was no use. And all the while she continued to lap and suck at me. The pleasure was beginning to mount and it was harder and harder for me to continue the fight. I glanced in desperation back towards mom. Oh no. 

Diana was still holding her head in her hands, but was now slowly pressing my mother's head closer and closer to her perfect breasts. My mother looked like she was trying to fight back, but she was hypnotized and drugged by the drink she had been drinking. There was no fight in her. 

"Please, Diana, please, don't make me do this." she whispered. 

"Hush, love. Hush. You will thank me for this, I promise you. Now, Danielle, drink from me. Drink. Drink and become a goddess." 

She pressed my mother's mouth against her pointed nipple with one hand, and began to gently squeeze the breast with the other, milking it into my mother's mouth. Mom spat and sputtered when the milk hit her lips, but Diana held her breast with a grip of steel. There was no fighting her. Finally, after a few more gasps, my mother began to nurse. 

"Oh, yes. That's it, Danielle. That's it. Drink, drink....it feels so good. Feel the warmth of my milk? My essence pouring into you...drink...it will make you like me. It joins you to me...drink it. Yes...yes...more..." 

As she whispered these in my mother's ear, Diana Bickers was continuing to change. Her face was taking a hard look to it. The tips of her ears were stretching into points, her body was now covered entirely by long glossy hair, and her mouth...the mouth she as whispering from was beginning to stretch...into what could have been the muzzle of a wolf. Mother continued to nurse like a child, as a hairy hand and long claws ran through her hair. 

"Enough of this!" the old woman in my lap growled. "You're more than ready now." She rose up and with the agility of a cat, positioned herself in front of me, on all fours. She arched her buttocks toward me. "I'm ready for the mating. Now, mount me!" 

I should have ran. I should have burst through the bushes and saved my mother. I should have. But a strange scent assailed my nostrils. I could not really describe it - it was heady and musky and sweet and female. The woman was putting off a scent. Some phermone that knocked my senses into a spin. My hardness began to pound with blood, pumping at a faster rate. The blood strained against my skin. My heart hammered against my chest. Sweat began to ooze everywhere from me. I was more aroused than I had ever been - I could not control myself. 

I yanked my boxers free, and walked on my knees to her invitation. I plunged into her heat with a groan. She yelped like a dog and began to thrust back at me. We pounded into each other with savage need and desperation - almost attacking each other. Her long white hair rubbed against my legs like a rug. But I didn't care. My mind had only one burning thought; a thought that had burned all else from my brain and memory....I must seed her. I must plant the seed in her. Before another male did. Right now, she was my bitch. And I would breed her... 



New Moon Pt. 05



Chapter 10: Dark Night of the Tupperware (continued)

I pounded into her with a frenzied pace, my eyes turning up into my head as I felt my explosion begin to boil up deep inside of me. I gasped for air. The grandmother threw her head back, growling and snarling savagely, her eyes glowing yellow heat, her tongue lolling around, spewing saliva. She thrust her shaggy buttocks back at me with a strength that beat my calves with pain...and with pleasure. I was so close...I could feel the seed about to be released and my stabs became erratic. 

Suddenly a clawed hand grabbed my shoulder, yanked me out of my woman and threw me backwards into the bushes with unearthly power. It nearly yanked my shoulder out of joint. I rolled back in the direction of the old woman and found myself looking into the green eyes of Diana Bickers, eyes glowing with seething anger and savage hate. 

" What are you doing with her, boy! She is not your's, I am! I am your queen, do you not remember! I took you as my stud, and nobody - NOBODY - will have you but ME!" Then her eyes softened a bit. "Or your mother....my future queen...she shall have you too. We shall enjoy you together..." Her tongue ran across her monstrous fangs with relish. 

Her face was no longer human. She had the muzzle, and teeth, and tongue, and face of a wolf. Long pointed ears poked through her mane of hair. The only human thing in her face was her malignant eyes. Her entire body was covered in long, luxuriant, glossy hair. However, her perfect breasts' flesh still lay bare, as did the long row of nipples that now lay beneath them. 

"You haven't seen me changed this much have you, sweetheart? How do you like it?" It was very disturbing to hear her voice, deeper and huskier, float down to me from the jaws of a wolf/human - thing. She still wore her tight jeans, but I could see her ankles and feet wrapped in a carpet of thick hair. Her toenails were claws. 

"You'll get used to it. See, I have already chosen you to be mine own, and what I want - I get! Besides, your mother will be like this soon, and are you going to despise your own mother? Despise her when she becomes like me? When she howls at the moon? When she rips her clothes off, struggling like an animal to be free in the cool night air? When she demands you....to mount her?" 

"Get away! What have you done to her?" 

"She's over there. Why don't you go and see if she is alright." 

I looked over and saw my mother curled up like a fetus upon the ground. She was shaking violently. I pulled myself up, yanked by boxers and pants back up, and ran to her as fast as I could. She lay like a child in a nightmare. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was mumbling. 

"No...don't want to....not me...not like you...no...no...no..." 

I picked her up and tried to wake her and sooth her. "Mom, mom! Are you okay? Open your eyes!" 

I ran my fingers through her hair, seeking to snap her out of it. 

"Son? What are you...why are....where am...take me home....can't move...shaking..." 

"You'll be alright, mom. Just hang on to me, I'll take us home." 

I leaned her against me and with one arm around her began to walk/drag her home. She still shook like a leaf in the wind. Diana Bickers called after me. 

"Take her home, sweety. She needs plenty of rest. Now that my milk is within her, her body must rest in order to complete the infestation. You'll love her even more when she wakes up...I promise you!" 

I glared back at the wolf in woman's clothing as I dragged mother past the house, past the window where I had heard the grandmother take her grandson. I could still hear moans of passion, and creaking from the window. The red headed lady and the boy. I could hear his muffled protests, as if muffled by breasts, and the growling of the redhead atop the poor boy. 

"Give me some too baby. I know you have more in there...gimme more. More inside me...plant it...plant it...give it to your bitch!" 

Then I had moved too far away to hear anything else. 

Ch. 11 

Incubation 

I managed to get mother back home without too much trouble. Brother was asleep but Sis was still up watching TV. When she saw me walking mother in, she jumped up and ran over to us. 

"What's wrong with Mom! What happened!" 

Well, I very well couldn't tell her! "Nothing...ummm...I'm not sure. She just had an allergic reaction or something to some of the food at the tupperware party. But she said she'd be fine in the morning. Just needed to help her walk home." 

"Oh no! Let me help! Mom, your gonna be all right!"

"It's fine! She's fine. I just need to get her to bed. Go back to watching TV. It'll be okay." 

"But I want to help. She looks awful...so weak..." 

"She's FINE, DAMMIT! Look, umm...I'm sorry, okay? She'll be fine. She just doesn't need you freaking out over her. I can take care of her fine. I promise you, everything is okay. Let me handle it." 

She still looked hurt from my outburst. Her little lips pouted, her eyes looked watery. "Fine. She better be okay, jerk." And she stormed back into the living room. I felt rotten about yelling at her, but I did not know what would be happening to Mom, I wanted to protect my little sister from whatever might occur. 

I finally got my mom up into her room and dropped her on the bed. She was already asleep. I pulled legs and feet up onto the bedspread so that her whole body was in a somewhat comfortable position. I tucked some pillows under her head. I heard her mumble something at that, but couldn't make out what it was. She curled up in a fetal position and continued to float in her deep sleep. 

I went downstairs and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Dad was the only one who drank them, and I was still under 21, but I didn't care. I desperately needed something to quiet my nerves or I would have a meltdown. I chugged it. Now I felt bloated. 

Belched. 

Better. 

I went back upstairs. Sis was at the doorway to Mom's room, peering at her through the low light. I tapped her on the shoulder. 

"She's asleep now. I think she'll be alright. I'll call the doc in the morning, just in case. She just needs to rest right now. So should you...and me." 

"You sure she's gonna be alright? I've...I've never seen her like this before. I'm scared." 

"Me too." I squeezed her shoulder. "Things will brighten up in the morning. Promise. Now go on and get some sleep, Sis." 

She finally drifted off to bed. I listened at her door and made sure she was in bed before I crept back to mom's room. I closed the door behind me. She was still breathing deeply, but she was now moving back and forth, gently tossing and turning. She seemed very uncomfortable. She pulled at her shirt and her jeans. Her shirt came up a little and exposed her belly. It was soft, with a little jelly roll that...wait! 

My heart leaped into my mouth. The little roll of fat was shrinking...as if her body was sucking it back into itself. At the same time, little shapes, protuberances, began to form on her belly, pumping, swelling. 

Muscles. 

Her pudge was gone...sleek muscle took its place. My mother had grown a six-pack before my eyes! 

Her whole body seemed to becoming smoother - her hips shrinking some, her large buttocks not shrinking but tightening, her breasts, saggy before, began to rise in her shirt, jutting towards the ceiling. Her body was becoming sleek and cut and...sexy. God help me, my mother was changing into a sexual being before my eyes. My penis began to harden. Those small crows feet and laugh lines on her face smeared themselves away. Her lips began to pout, swell like a bee stung them. They were voluptuous...and her eyebrows darkened, but grew closer together, so they almost touched. This shouldn't have been attractive, but it gave her a strange, feral look. Her beautiful motherly face now mixed with something of the animal. My penis pounded against my pants. I had to get out before I lost control. 

That's when she let out a soft, thick moan. It was not a moan of pain. She moaned again and her hands slowly made their way to her chest. Tentatively at first. But then those motherly hands began to softly massage her breasts. She moaned yet again, low and sultry. The tip of her tongue rolled across her teeth. She squeezed her bosom and gasped! Her hips thrust themselves off the bed, and arched into the air. "Ooooohhhhh!" She gasped again and violently thrust her pelvis again into the air. 

That's when I tore away and flung myself out of the room! I shut myself in my own bedroom, with that image still burned in my head. I couldn't go to sleep the rest of the night. The image of my own mother, physically changing, aroused and fondling herself, moaning in lewd pleasure repeated itself over and over. I also heard noises in the dark places of the night. Howls from a distant place across town. I chill ran down my spine thinking, "they seem to be calling for someone." 

The next day I avoided her room altogether. She never came out either. I think bro and sis poked their heads in to make sure she was still breathing, but they did not get too close to her. I thanked heaven for that too, or else they would have been terrified at the changes that had come over their Mom. 

I finally forced myself to go and look in on her the day after. As scared as I was, I still needed to make sure that she was still alive. Also to see if she had changed anymore. I prayed that she hadn't. If my mother had become like Mrs. Bickers, I think I would lose my grip on my sanity. 

She was still asleep as far as I knew. I poked my head in through the door. The bed was empty! I walked burst through the door, frantic. That's when the sound of rushing water assailed my ears. The shower was on in my parent's bathroom. Apparently she was up and feeling well enough to take a shower. Thank goodness. I turned back around and began to make my way to the door. 

"Is that you, pumpkin?" Her voice cut through the shower water at me. How the hell did she hear me. I hadn't been THAT loud coming into the room. 

"Uhhh..Yeah, Mom. Just seeing if you were feeling any better." 

"Oh, I'm feeling just fine. Thanks for asking. I just took the longest nap and I feel wonderful!" 

"That's great." She sounded too damn perky. I began to move back to the door. 

"Pumpkin! I'm out of conditioner. Could you come in and grab a bottle under the sink for me?" 

"Uhhhhh..." She had never asked me for anything like that before. I think that would be just a little risque. Would that be crossing a line? 

"Sweety? Could you grab that conditioner please?" 

"O - Okay." I slowly opened the door. The shower curtains were closed, but I could see her silhouette through them as she washed her hair. I clumsily looked through the soaps and shampoos under the sink and finally wrapped my hands around a new bottle of conditioner. I nervously looked back at the shower. She seemed to be waiting for me, for she was just standing still, waiting for the next hair product. 

"Hold your arm out and I'll give to you." 

"Okay!" She drew the curtain back, a bit tooooo far. And there they were - my eyes were flooded with the image of her breasts, those new breasts. Large and beautiful, glowing with health, they pointed high from her chest, no sag in them. Nipples dark brown and long, like erasers. Freckles dotted her breastbone, highlighting the whiteness of her milky, soft flesh. 

"Hand me the conditioner, sweetheart." She was smiling, her eyes glistening with laughter. She had to know I could see her nakedness, but stood there, brazen, as if she reveled in the feeling. I turned my head away and handed her the bottle. 

"There! There! I gotta go now." 

"What's the matter, pumpkin?" She laughed in realization. "Ohhh, are you embarrassed looking at your mommy's's bosom? It's a perfectly natural thing, dear. Don't be red faced. A woman's breasts are a beautiful part of nature. Actually, it was not so long ago you were pretty up close and personal with them." She laughed again, sweetly. Her voice was full of love, as if she found my embarrassment wondrously cute. 

"Uh, whatever! I got to go mom!" I ran out the door and stumbled down the stairs.



New Moon Pt. 06



Thanks for all the great input! I will definitely try to make the submissions longer in the future! Feel free to e-mail me with ideas at any time:) – Grimm

Ch. 6: My Van Helsing

I collapsed on the couch, trembling in shock. My mother, my sweet, beautiful, conservative mother had bared herself to me without a second thought. What was even worse is that I knew, subconsciously, that I had enjoyed it. The mental picture of her perfect and enormous breasts still burned in my brain. 

I savagely shook my head, trying to knock the image from my head. I should not think that about her, my own mother, I don't care what changes her body had seemed to go through. No matter how flagrant or comfortable she seemed to be about it. And it was all the doing of that damn Bickers woman! 

Fury raged within me. No longer hot and bothered by the strange experience I had just had, I was instead filled with an insensible, all consuming rage. SHE did this to my mom! Why! Why! We had never done anything to her, why put us through this hell? Why try to make my mom like her. She was so sweet and kind. Well, she wouldn't get away with it. I wouldn't stand for her to transform my mom into some sort of Nymphet. I would go over to that house of damnable perversion, and face her. And make her change my mother back. 

I stormed out of the house, directing my steps in the Bicker's direction - still trying keep the vision of those erect, suckable brown nipples, and my mother's laughter out of my burning brain. * * * * * 

I was about to turn into the Bicker's driveway when I felt a heavy hand touch my shoulder. A man's voice filled my ears. 

"Don't be in such a hurry to dance with the devil, son." 

I turned and found myself looking at an elderly gentleman, chalk white hair, thick bifocles, and a long white moustache gave him the appearance of a man well into his 70's. He was short and withered too. But his presence seemed to exude a strength, an intense power, that ill befitted his tiny frame. 

"What? What are you talking about?" The old man chuckled deep in his throat. 

" I saw where you were heading...and I wouldn't advise it. Though, I am sure that you have already experience something of that bitch's power. I still would not tempt fate again by walking into the lion's mouth." He seemed to know entirely too much about my nervous deflowerment. Who the hell was he? 

"Who the hell are you?" 

"Watch the mouth, son. I may be old, but I can still whip your young ass any day of the week. I am Dr. Bela, that's all you need know. And I am here to save you from becoming like the rest of this town." 

"Like the rest of the town?" 

"Don't pretend innocence. I've been watching you and your family since you moved in. I knew it was only a matter of time, a short matter of time, before Mrs. Bickers tried to include you and your family in her kennel." 

I know my face turned pale, showing him that I knew as much as he thought I did. 

"Yes, my boy, the fears you have been having are more than justified. Now, let's not stand out here any longer. We may be seen...by her. Let us find a more convenient place to chat. You have much to learn about this little corner of Hell." 

* * * * * * 

We went to the Church - old, whitewashed, and empty. Dust and an ancient musty smell drifty throughout. I wondered if people even still used it. All the chairs seemed worn and in disrepair. The carpet lay frazzled by time. The only light poured dimly through the stained glass of three enormous and gothic windows. The doctor motioned for me to sit. The old pew screamed underneath my weight. Then he sat down next to me. 

"The story of this town goes back hundreds of years, so that is where OUR story must begin. Have you ever heard of the Hugonots? French Protestants that were persecuted by their Catholic neighbors for sacrilege? Thousands were killed, many massacres soaked the soil of France in gore. So a small group of these brave Protestants made a great exodus, fraught with peril, to the New World and settled here. But unfortunately they brought something else with them." 

He broke off his story and looked around a few times, still worried that somebody may be watching us. He bent closer to me and began to speak in somewhat lower tones. 

"France, in those times, was not only plagued with civil strife but also with a plague of a more demonic nature, for at night, all the powers of evil held full sway and the Loupgarous made the forests and fields of France their own. Loup-garous: Werewolves. Human beings who take the shape of their inner beast. A disease, not unlike our own AIDS virus, that is transmitted through blood or body fluid exchange, that mutates the host DNA, bringing out all the most bestial and savage within the human form. Man has never been horribly far up on the evolutionary ladder from the beasts. This disease knocks him back down to that level. Not only mentally, but, in some perverse way, physically too. The victims change to a more animal version of themselves...some more fully animal than others. But change they do." 

"So that's why Mrs. Bickers began to sprout hair and teeth and..." 

"Yes, that's right. But do not jump too far ahead of me." 

" Sorry." 

"Forgiven. Now, one of these Hugonots, apparently, had the lycanthropic disease in his or her system. So, when they all moved to this isolated area, there was no way for the other poor isolated people to escape the clutches of the disease. All eventually were infected and all soon became more animal than human. And so the centuries pass...the town never loses the infection, and there are always just enough outsiders, like yourselves, who move in to keep the population from inbreeding too much. But all these outsiders are also infected, and become these creatures of the night like all the others." 

"Is there no escape of us outsiders?" 

"For those who have become infected... I don't think so. I know of no cure. Though all are unwilling when they become infected, all come to love their new nature. It burns out almost all other parts of their brain, their human thinking. Their animal, amoral side totally takes over. Though unassuming and innocent before, they will soon think nothing of infecting other's with this curse - will actually do it gladly." 

"What kind of things happen to those infected?" I asked in horror. I still could not believe there was no hope - for that would damn my mother! 

"They become consumed by all their animal desires - mostly, um, sexual though. They will begin to eat more raw meat, walking about in the freedom of nakedness, and other things, but more than any other thing, they become sexual beasts - predators, willing to to do anything, and anyone to sate their hunger for the flesh. Ancient peoples used to personify sexual passion and lust as the figure of a wolf - now I know why. The disease makes human into beasts of raw passion." 

My stomach lurched within me. So that's why Mom cared nothing about baring her...breasts to me...she was a beast of raw....No! Not my Mom! There had to be someway to fight this, to bring her back before she became....a wolf like the others! A demon who would slake her thirst for breeding, with any male that came along...maybe even her own son? My penis twitched at the black, perverse thought. No...it musn't be! This Van Helsing would be wrong. He just had to be! 

"You're wrong. You've just got to be!" 

"No, no, I am sorry to say that I am not. I have studied this town for years now, and I know more about it than I want to know. I get very little sleep at night." 

"But, if what you say is true - then my ....my mother is already lost!"

Ch. 6 part II

More Changes... 

It was late by the time I got back home. The Professor had kept me in the church for most of the day, continuing his explanation of the curse that now was taking root within my own family. And he gave me little hope of ever weeding it out. I got home and went straight to my room, as noiseless as possible - I did not want to have another uncomfortable run in with my mom until I knew exactly what was going on with her. I hoped my sis and brother were not home, though I hadn't noticed them as I made my way to my sanctuary upstairs. 

I made it inside without any sight nor sound of anyone from the family. Well and good. I had to pull myself together. I sat on the bed and tried to make myself think. What was I going to do? According to the Professor, there was no hope for my mom, though I refused to give up on her. What I needed to concentrate on was keeping that Bicker's woman, and maybe even Mom, from getting to the rest of the family - maybe even myself. And as I did this, I would do my best to find a cure for this bestial disease. I resolved myself to the position of family protector - and there was a sudden knock at my door. 

"Who is it?" 

"It's me, baby." Mother. "I need to talk with you." 

"Right now?" 

"Yes, it's an emergency." Her voice sounded a little on edge. Not syrupy sexy like in the shower. 

"Uh, okay." What else could I do? I crept towards the door. I opened it a crack. She wasn't nude. I breathed a mental sigh of relief and opened the door all the way. 

"Thanks, sweetheart. I really need to talk with you about something - something very important." She seemed nervous. As I looked at her I immediately regreted letting her in. 

Though clothed, she was in her old clothes, a top that barely contained her freckled new bosom and showed off entirely too much of her taunt stomach muscles. Her shorts hung loose about her legs, legs no longer as beefy as they were, but streamlined and perfect, like Michaelangelo had carved them from warm, pale stone. The lustful passions that had burned in my brain, that I once thought gone, now resurfaced. Her beautiful blue eyes were brimming with hot tears. Her beautiful Madonna face broke down, and she threw herself against me - hugged me tight to her warm flesh. 

"I'm so scared, son!" There was actual terror in her voice and her lips quivered in emotion. I placed my arms around her in comfort, though I felt the heat of embarrased blood fly to my face. Her soft, motherly breasts pressed into my chest, lightly caressing my nipples. The pleasure was hard to describe - comforting, loving, tender and soft but still horribly, damnably, sexual. I tore away from her. "It's okay, mom. Sit down and tell me what's wrong." 

"What's wrong?" She sat on my bed, next to me, though I tried not to be too close to her. "Everything! I.....I....I'm changing. There's something horribly wrong with me. All I remember is going to the ...tupperware party...then someone walking me home...then waking up this morning. Waking up different." 

"Different how?" 

"Uh....I can't really explain..." Terror was leaking from her voice again. "I can't explain it...not to you...but I'm different somehow." She was trying to avoid telling me about how her body had changed. She was acting so differently than when she was in the shower this morning. She was confused and horrified. 

"This morning, I vaguely remember taking a shower, but as if I was in a dream, in a thick fog. The whole rest of the day has been like that. Sometimes I feel perfectly normal, then my vision blurs and my mind seems to plunge into blackness." 

"Honestly mom, I don't know what to tell you. I noticed you were acting ...er... differently this morning, but I don't know how to help you. I do know this though - I'll do anything though to keep you from being afraid." Her face blushed red when I mentioned 'this morning'. Did she have some vague memory of her brazeness? 

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what is happening. But, you must promise me something, sweetheart. Please. Please. Do not hang around me when it gets dark. When the moon is out. Or anytime that I'm acting odd. Stay away. Lord Help me, I don't know what might happen!" She threw herself into my arms again and pressed me tight against her breasts again. I held her to me as she wept into my shoulder. Her breath came in ragged shudders. I just held her and rocked a little back and forth, the warmth of her body soaking into me. 

Then another peculiar sensation began to tingle within me. As her breasts pressed into me, and her shudders moved her across my chest, I felt hard points rub against my chest. They rubbed like a feather against my own nipples. My face burned - they were her nipples through her shirt. They gently moved back and forth, like hot breath across my chest. They seemed to becoming harder, their tips grew longer and fiercer as they engorged with blood. They sensuously danced back and forth - and her shuddering and sobbing abruptly stopped. A long and heavy sigh blew past my ear. Her arms slowly pressed me tighter into her. What's happening? What the hell is happening? 

The sigh came again, closer to my ear and I felt her turn her head to me. The breath tickled my ear. Her lips lightly scraped the earlobe. The breath poured like a flame into my ear, the slick warmth of her tongue caressed it. Her nipples dug into my chest and her arms felt like steel. I tried to move, but could not. I had no will to struggle. I looked down at her in confusion, fear, and....lust. 

Her blue eyes burned like ice into my own. Her lips parted and a voice that sounded like mother's, but lower, huskier slipped over the voluptuous lips, as she ran the tip of her tongue across them. "I'm so glad I have you to comfort me while your daddy's away. I've been so lonely. Now..." she leaned closer and her lips brushed along my own. Her tongue flicked at mine. "Come to mommy." Her breath poured steaming into my mouth, and her tongue edged it's way across my teeth. It playfully tickled my tongue. 

"Love me......" 

Her warm velvet tongue wrapped around my own and her breath poured hot and sweet into my mouth. I found myself being sucked into her eyes, now cold as frost. There was a sinister presence lurking there, something not my mom. 

I gasped around her snaking tongue. "Mom! What...." 

When I said her name her body violently jerked away from me. Her eyes melted and there was the look of my mother again. Her eyes swelled with tears and she changed deathly pale. 

"Oh, what have I done! What have I done! What's wrong with me! Why am I having these thoughts!" She screamed to the ceiling. She leaped from my bed and ran sobbing from my room. I jumped up and tried to follow, fearful of her desperate state. She ran into her room, slamming the door and locking it. I pounded on it, shouting, "Mom, mom. It's okay! I want to help you. Don't be afraid! Open the door! Just open the door! Please!" 

"Go away!" she wailed. "Please stay away from me! I'm not safe. I'm not safe. I can't be around you until I know what's wrong with me!" 

Her sobbing grew louder and louder, then was suddenly cut off. She had closed herself in her bathroom. There was really nothing I could do. Who could I go to? Who would help me? Maybe the Professor? I had to find him again. But until I could, my main objective would be keeping my brother and sister - especially my brother - away from Mom. 

The afternoon passed, and Mother stayed locked in her room. I hung out downstairs in the living room. Waiting. And waiting. I began to wonder where my brother and sister were. I was pretty sure that Sis was with one of her new friends at the movies, but I had no idea of where my brother was. I guess it really didn't matter though. As long as I could keep them away from the creature that was struggling to take over my Mother. I knew that my brother would not be strong enough to fight off the demon's seductions. So I continued to wait, so that I would be the first one for him to see when he got home. 

*****

Narrative Continued by Professor Bela 

I had been watching Jacob, his younger brother, for several days now, even before Danielle their mother was infected. I knew it would be only a matter of time, very little time, before Diana Bickers tried to sink her claws into him. I wasn't wrong either. It was only a day prehaps after the mother was forced to drink from the devil's breast, that Jacob's eyes were transfixed by the sight of his neighbor working in the yard. 

She wore nothing but a bikini, black as midnight, trying to tan as she raked and watered her flowers. Her skin glistened in the sun, her muscles rippled like water beneath her flesh. Her long hair cascaded down her back like a scented waterfall. I was hard pressed myself to keep my arousal in check, but I did. Young Jacob however stood like a stature, as if turned to stone by the voluptuous Medusa. 

She knew he was watching too. I saw her eyes flicker as she snatched peeks at him while she worked. Finally, after she thought he had been stirred up enough and about to explode, she sauntered over to the edge of her fence. She smiled at him, glowing, already ravishing him in her mind. 

"Why, hello there, Jacob! How are you this afternoon? What are you doing?" 

"Uhhhh..." he strangled in his throat. 

"Just admiring my lawn, I see." She winked. "Would you like to help me with some different odds and ends? My hubby is gone and I could sure use the help of strong handsome guy like yourself." Her smile sweetened. I could the boy's mind was already reeling with hot and sweaty fantasy. 

"Sure...no problem..." He stepped across the fence. She took his hand and he jerked like he had just been stung. "Shhhh...don't be so nervous," she laughed. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to help me...then I'll help you." 

"Help me?" 

She laughed again. It was soft and soothing. She stroked his hand with her's. "You'll see. Let's walk shall we?" 

So they walked, hand in hand, to her house. I did my best to follow them without being seen. I moved to the back of the house and waited for a few minutes, then moved cautiously to the back door. It was unlocked. I softly crept inside, knowing full well of where the woman was leading him. I moved to the stairs. No sounds coming from above. I slowly crept up the staircase and moved into the hall. Now I could hear sounds, but only low mumurs and soft whisperings. I moved an inch at a time towards what I guessed was the master bedroom. The voices became louder and louder the closer I inched, and soon I could make out what was being said. 

"Just lay back....there, let me hold you...shhhh, just take it into your mouth....oooh! Yes, like that, nibble a little if you want. Veeeery good....now suck...suck and drink....Oh yes...oh yes...such a good baby boy...suckle me...." 

The door was slightly opened and I peered through the crack. 

Upon a bed of black silken sheets lay the prostrate form of the youth, lying in the arms of a sitting Diana Bickers. She cradled him like a baby, running one hand through his hair like a soothing wind, and whispering sweet encouragements across his ears. She ran her lips across them, petting kisses lighter than down, breathing her words into his brain. His mouth was fastened tight to her perfect breast, sucking hungrily on a pink nipple. He sucked like a baby, not a lover, unsure in his first experience with a woman. She leaned her breast into him, pressing the flawless flesh into his face, drowning his senses the sweetness of her skin and the saltiness of her sweat. He lifted a hand tenatively, shaking in his nervousness, and gently stroked the quivering globe, the only world he knew now. 

"So sweet, baby. Very good. My breasts ached with milk...you've made me feel so good....it's all for you...drink...I'm your queen now...your mistress...your bitch..." 

Her free hand, that had been running its fingers along his arm in sweeping strokes, began to move slowly south, towards his crotch. They deftly undid his zipper and dove ravenously into his boxers. They dug and searched, then gripped his manhood tight. He gasped around her nipple, and looked back up into her green glowing eyes. 




New Moon Pt. 06



"Don't stop sweetie. You aren't finished. Just lay back and let me do all the work. After all - It's what I enjoy the most." She smiled her smile of indescribably beauty and lustful hunger. A drop of saliva dripped from her mouth and splashed on his quivering, milk stained lips. "More, more..." she whispered and lowered his face to her other breast, and he began to suck again, with the vengeance of a starving man. Her hand in his pants began to snake up and down slowly in it's own achingly seductive dance. Faster and faster her perfect hand ran up and down, up and down. Jacob sucked harder and harder, in time with the movement of her hand. Her hand seemed to be almost a blur now, it was pumping his manhood so quickly. He began to arch his hips more into the air, his mouth let loose her nipple, and began to gasp into the air. Her mouth pressed against his ear and she licked at it with hungry passion. She hissed, "I want to see you cum, baby. Give me the seed, I want to feel your sperm all over my hands." He groaned in overwhelming need and thrust his hips erratically into the air. 

" I want to taste your sperm...come for Momma..." 

When that last phrase left her kissing lips, the boy screamed in explosion and arched his back in overpowering ecstasy. White seed began to spurt in jerking eruptions from him, shooting through the dancing fingers of his seductress. High, high into the air. It spilled out and over her hand, drenching it in a bath of thick young seed. She moaned in her own ecstasy now, and thrust her mouth savagely against his. Her tongue churned inside his gasping mouth, as he feebly tried to return her tongue lashing. Her own pelvis jerked in convulsions. She thrust her head back gasping at air now, her own orgasm rushing over her like a terrible earthquake. Her entire goddess-like body trembled and shook in the grips of her release. She mewled like an animal. 

Then it was over. He had stopped spurting, but pouring out more sperm than I had ever seen any male release. What hold this woman had over men, making them pour forth more of their essence - and soul - than they possibly could with anyone else. The woman held the boy in a grip that blasphemously reminded me of a Madonna holding her child to her bosom. Her glowing flesh ran with rivers of sweat - as did the boy's. Still breathing hard, she slowly lowered her head to his, and pressed her lips in a motherly kiss upon his forehead. He muffled his face into her breasts, his lips lethargically searching for a nipple to wrap around. She looked down at him and laughed, then broke away from him, standing up. 

"Boy, you are such an animal. You're always hungry for more." She winked. "I LOVE that." She reached down to her bikini bottom, untied the straps holding it, and let it fall to the floor. She stood totally naked before him, her nipples standing hard and erect in the air, surrounded by the love bites the boy left. "LIke what you see?" That was a rhetorical question if I ever heard one! 

The boy nodded like he was drunk. She laughed again, and it was like ice. "You're still wearing entirely too much. Get up and change that." Her voice took on a slight tone of command. And the boy gladly obeyed. When he finally let his boxers fall, I could see that he was already erect again, his manhood jutting forth obscenely in her direction. His body was thin, gangly, and out of proportion. No muscles, almost too thin. His body was still maturing, nowhere near full manhood, but his libido and family jewels apparently were way ahead of the rest of him. He stood there, nervously shaking. The woman ran her tongue across her lips, like an animal gloating over its prey. She stepped slowly over to him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion. She reached out and embraced him, pressing his shaking body into her's. She ran her fingers through his hair soothingly, then down his back and clenched his buttocks. She gently kissed him. "Take me to bed," she whispered. She stepped back, then lay down on the sheets, opening her arms to him in invitation. A shaking mass of teenage jello, the boy accepted the invite and lay down on top of her. One of her hands stroked his aching, jerking manhood, slowly guiding it toward her womanhood as he held himself over her. She pressed the head into her sex and tugged gently on his buttocks, pulling him into her. He gasped in wonder, feeling the electric silk inside of his first woman. His eyes turned up into his head. She smiled lovingly up at him. "Feels wonderful, mmmmm?" She wrapped her legs around his waist as he eased all the way into her. "Now, let's play a game. As you move inside me - I want you to pretend....pretend I'm your mother." 

He gasped again, louder, and began to shudder. He automatically began to thrust into her with a vengeance. His hips pumped savagely as his mouth sucked at the air. A groan gurgled in his throat. She no longer needed to guide him, he was rutting on top of her with the desperate need of a young bull. "Mother....Mother...." he mumbled between his lips. His seducer smiled up at him and licked her lips. "Oh yes!.... you'd like to mount your mommy wouldn't you? To take her....aaaaahhhh...as your mate....Give her all your sperm.... 

"Yes, Yes....I love you Momma" he groaned in reply. His hips were jerking eratically now. He was close...." 

"Do it! Pour it into me....take Mommy...take me as your mate.....Mommy is your wife now....mommy is your wife! Breeeeeed me!" 

'AHHHHHHHH, MOM!" he screamed, and let loose his seed, pumping like a hose into the woman beneath him. It felt like his soul was being ripped loose and now spewed out of him into her. The very essence of his being shot rope after rope into her as he squirmed and thrusted in between her legs, a fish in a net. 

Diana Bickers wrapped her legs tighter around him, milked his penis with her velvet vagina and smiled. She licked at his ear, teasing it. "Such a good boy. You're momma's special guy from now on....."

Narrator's Narrative Resumed 

Several days passed. Mother stayed in her room. I would bring food to her on a tray. I tried to convinced to come out and eat it, but she refused - when she did respond. Most of the time I just left the tray there, and would come back a few hours later, finding it eaten. Quite messily too. There was food residue smeared all over it, like she had ravenously torn everything to pieces as she ate it. That did not bode well. My brother had been in his room for the past few days too, not locked up, but sleeping like the dead. I was beginning to get worried. It reminded me too much of what had happened to Mother. I never saw him go downstairs to eat or anything. He just slept deeply and peacefully. Sis was in and out off and on, though I think she was spending most of her time at a friend's house. I don't know. That whole week was one long blur for me. I think she knew something was wrong with Mom, and therefore wanted to avoid being in the house, so she wouldn't feed the aching confusion inside. She was in denial. As I said before, several days passed before things became even more bizarre and terrible. It was the evening of the third day, I guess, since my brother had passed out in his room. I was walking up the stairs, heading to my own room to turn in for the night, when a unfamiliar sound pricked at my eardrums. It was coming from around the corner, where the stairway joined the upper hallway. I crept closer to the edge of the stairs. I peered with dread around the corner. 

I was not prepared for what I saw. 

It was my brother. He stood in the dark hallway, in front of my parent's door. Totally naked. Maybe it was the dark of the hallway, but he seemed to be rippling with muscle - his body, no longer ugly and scrawny, was hard and cut, like a high school football star. Smooth muscle moved liquidly in the shadow. 

He was masturbating. He stood before the door, massaging an enormous phallus sprouting from between his legs. Much longer than any penis I had ever seen - even in a porno. Hard, shiny, and curved, it reached out in longing towards the door, as his hand rubbed up and down it's unnatural length. He mumbled beneath his breath. 

I leaned my head in closer. 

I could barely make out what he was saying. It seemed like he was whispering....."mother, mother, mother....My mother....take you....Mother! Stud.....you....Mother!" His hand moved faster and faster as he chanted. The sound of his urgent whispers churned with the sound of skin slapping against his palm. Faster, faster...he pumped with an animal ferocity. The phallus grew, almost in perceptively, but it WAS stretching it's length higher and higher as his groans became more urgent. It approached obscene proportions, like some ancient fertility god. 

His penis was now his entire being - his reason for existence. It jutted from his body like another arm, pointing to the door, pointing in the direction of... our mother's bed. 

He was jacking himself off at a whirlwind pace and his whisperings were now grunts. "I smell you Momma....Need you so bad....Stud....Must Stud....My woman....I Smell You Mother!" He strangled a cry in his throat, thrust his head back, and let go of his epic manhood. His penis exploded in a geyser of white seed, spewing and squirting against my parent's door! He groaned and gasped as his new found manhood jerked wildly in the air, ejecting more and more of his essence. It lashed against the door, painting it with a thick coat of white jelly. I could smell the musky scent of it from where I was watching. 

His young body jerked in seizures of intense pleasure. His fists clenched like steel machines, his buttocks jerked back and forth, in the throws of something titanic. His primordial fertility thrust and thrust into the air, spewing its offering to The Female, exulting in its own virility. 

Then, after almost two minutes of shuddering orgasm, his head sunk into his chest and his whole body relaxed. He stood there panting, a dripping delta of sweat, waiting for his heart beat to slow down. He stared down at his erection as it deflated and became human again. 

He leaned his head against the door. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that he was crying now. For a few seconds, I swear I could hear sobs in the dark night about us. Then he moved away from the door and began to shuffle in my direction. I quickly, but softly, darted down the stairs and got out of sight before he came to where I had been playing the voyeur. I listened to him as he skulked back to his room and closed the door. Crying still. 

I was sure now. Somehow, he had been gotten to and soon he would be a beast. Just as our mother, I was almost sure, would be before long. If only I could get her to come out of her room. So I could know for sure what was happening to her.



New Moon Pt. 07



It was in the evening, almost a week after her infection, when Mother finally came out of her room. I had been out and about all afternoon, buying groceries and other needful things, and got home probably about 7 or so. Right about sunset. A sunburst of pale pink stretched across the sky, and pale stars were already peeking out of a canvas of deep purple. The house was entirely too quiet when I stepped inside. The silence was deafening. The crunching of the grocery sacks seemed to echo throughout the house. 

I figured my brother was out somewhere. I feared at Mrs. Bickers. Mom must have been still been upstairs. I took it almost as a matter of course, she had been up there for so long. I began to empty the sacks, a weariness sinking into me. How much longer would this last? This abysmal nightmare of strange behavior was weighing upon me heavier and heavier everyday - especially since I had no one to turn to. Except that crazy professor. I hunched over and began to restock the refrigerator. As I was sliding in the milk and such, I suddenly heard a clear, sparkling voice behind me. It startled me in the quiet and I nearly jumped out of my skin. 

"Hey, there pumpkin! How wonderful of you!" 

It was Mom. I slowly turned around, having no idea of what to expect. 

A lump jumped to my throat. My mother stood before me in the kitchen, dressed only in black Bra and Panties, melding tight and smooth against her pale flesh. Her new body seemed to glow, her stomach muscles stood out, hard and strong as steel. Her black hair tumbled and rippled down her soft pale shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes shown out brighter than usual, their color deepened and twinkling with fire and intensity. Her new breasts still defied gravity, gigantic, lush, just aching to be squeezed. Freckles highlighted their quivering magnificence - a soft plenty of succulent flesh, sexy but still maternal and blasting my senses with symbolic fertility, screaming to be nursed by children - or a lover. My penis jutted against my pants, making me wince in pain. 

"I'm glad you've decided to take up your responsibilities and become the man of the house." She winked. "Here let me help you." She picked up some other items from their bags, and began to place them into the fridge. She slid up next to me, and I felt her soft skin gently tease my own. She moved the side of her hips back and forth against me as she put the groceries inside, rubbing herself against me like a cat waiting to be petted. Her scent, not perfume but the warm, hypnotic maternal scent of her skin multiplied by a thousand, began to beat against my nostrils in a wave. I had never smelled anything like it before. Probably not since I suckled at her breasts in childhood. She was looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, smiling. She knew the effect she was having on me, and was enjoying it. She was playing with me, like a cat plays with a mouse. My hard-on pressed against my pants, screaming in agony for release into the air. She was still smiling at me. 

She placed the last items into the fridge, then turned around and faced me. She leaned in, pressing her warm body against me. Those incredible, indescribable breast pressed into my chest, the only thing separating me from her luscious nipples was a thin piece of black fabric. Her breath was slow and languorous. It smelled sweet as she leaned in closer to me. 

"Thank you so much for taking care of me. I don't know what I would do without you, love. The last few days have been so very strange and painful, but everything is alright now. I"m just so incredibly thankful that you are here....with me." 

She smiled again and gently took my hands into her own. Her long fingers danced through mine as she played with them. "I love you so very much. You are everything I care for in the world - my first baby. My first born son. You and I have a very special bond." A hand came up and began to caress my cheek, light as a cool breeze. "We have a very special love. You are the first fruit of your daddy and mine's love. You are the first human being that I created in my womb... brought into the world... and nursed at my breast. You are part of me." Her eyes seemed to glow in their intensity. She began to inch her face closer and closer to mine. Her eyes filled my senses and became my world, my universe. I could feel her breath tickled the hairs on my face. The soft petals of her lips brushed against my ear with tenderness. "Flesh of my flesh." I felt her nipples harden underneath her bra and ripple against my chest. "I want us to become one again." Her breath burned, pouring into my ear as her lips caressed it with hunger. I felt her move against me as she began to unsnap her bra. 

I looked down towards her breasts. I stared in wonder as she yanked off her bra and tossed it across the kitchen. The beautiful motherly flesh consumed my vision, possessing my brain. Her breasts filled my brain with damnable thoughts and the sweet scent of her skin stabbed my nostrils. Her body wrapped my nose in its scent - musky, sweet, indescribable. 

My mouth flooded with saliva as I stared at her long nipples, already swollen with heat. Suddenly, she tossed her head back, laughing, her hair playing about her face. 

It was the face of Mother. All but her eyes. There was a hard light burning from behind her pupils, hard as flint. Her eyebrows, their dark hair all merged together into one long ridge, arched seductively. It was the most horrible thing - as if some demon wore my mother's face as a mask, and I could feel it's presence beneath the skin. Her pouting lips smiled with a mixture of motherly love and lust, a god awful mixture. She smiled and her tongue rolled over her teeth. 

"Do you want to feel them?" She thrust them towards me and pressed herself into my chest. So warm and soft. Her nipples tickled mine through the fabric of my shirt. I felt her hands take mine and bring them up to her bosom. 

"Please, Mom, Please don't...." I whispered. 

"Shhhhh...don't be shy. Feel them." She squeezed my hands around the perfect globes. Her fingers massaged my fingers into her flesh. They were soft and lush. She took my thumbs and began to trace circles around her areola. I watched in wonder as pressure seemed to build behind her pink nubs, stretching them to the breaking point. A moan welled up in the bottom of her throat. Her cold eyes stared at me as she continued to move my thumbs around and around. Her breath tickled my face. The heat burned the hairs on my face. She smiled and leaned forward to press her lips to mine. She ground them against me, her tongue stabbing into my mouth. Her breath exploded with volcanic heat into me, consuming every rational thought like tinder. I began to kiss her back, my own hunger attacking her mouth with a savage need. 

Her hands dropped my own, and she wrapped her arms tight around me, holding me in a grip of steel. Demonic strength seethed through her small, soft body. Her nails, longer than I remember, raked at the shirt I was wearing, digging into my skin. I didn't notice the cloth ripping under her attack, not till much later. I felt the sharp sting of her nails as she pressed them into me, tugging at my body. She held me trapped together in our unholy embrace. As her tongue and lips explored every inch of my mouth and face, her hands began to work their way down to pants. I heard my pants zipper as she yanked it at it. What was happening to us. What was I doing! I began to pull my face away from her, my rational thought desperately beat against my head, fighting against the evil stirring in my loins. 

She realized I beginning to fight her again. A deep growl of anger and frustration bellowed into my ear as her tongue bathed it in her saliva. "Don't stop! Momma didn't tell you to stop!" She shoved me with the strength of a full grown man across the room. I bashed against the wall and crumpled to the floor in utter surprise and fear. She leaped on me, and thrust her full weight into pinning me to the floor. She was a cat above her bird, ready to toy with it - then devour it. 

Her new perfect breasts shook above me in their freedom, so large and soft and perfect, jiggling like jell-O as she moved into a sitting position. Her brown nipples pointed out into the air, elongated and gorged with blood. Her tongue ran across her lips and those hard eyes bored into my brain. 

"I've been fantasizing about this, sweetheart. Ever since you starting becoming a man, I wanted to show you how to please a woman." Her breathe dripped huskily from her mouth. She began to run her fingers around her areolas. "I think you need to be nursed. Are you hungry? Want to nurse from me like when you were a baby?" She began to lean down closer and closer to my face. Her breasts drooped over me, hovering, tantalizing me, the nipples pointing like darts at my face. She was pressing them closer and the heady scent poured from them like milk, drenching my senses in a flood. Then the two massive pillows of flesh mashed themselves into my face, smothering my senses. 

Her breath was hot and wet in my ear. "Take my nipple, love. Suckle me." The warm hard flesh forced its way into my mouth. Her scent was overpowering. I began to suck, but no milk came forth - my soul was not lost by drinking her poisoned essence. I sucked harder and harder, and rolled my tongue around her areola. 

"That's good my love....yessss...take my other one..." She fed me her other breast, and I began to lick and suck savagely at it. I grasped the other breast and brought it over to my mouth. I began to make love to her two breasts as I held them before me - trying to swallow them in my hunger. I licked, sucked, and nibbled at every part of them. Those two white globes were my world now, every jiggling inch my sole source of reason. 

"Sweet baby....my baby...mommy loves you so much.." She ran her long fingers through my hair, her nails gently raking my scalp as her breath tickled into my senses. 

"I wish I had milk for you....Do you want me to make milk for you? Do you want mommy to nurse you....to pour my love into you?" 

"Yes!" I almost shouted, though my mouth was still wrapped around her freckled breast. I was panting, for there was little room to breath. 

To my startled frustration, she suddenly jump off me, jerking her breasts from my face. Her beautiful face looked down at me with that perverse mix of lust and motherly love that tore at me so brutally. Her hard blue eyes glinted. 

"For me to make milk, you must first do your part. What a man is supposed to do to a woman... to his woman." She ran her tongue across her teeth, and her hands began to tug at her panties. They dropped and my heart leaped into my throat. Her black hair lay in a lush triangle before my face now. Her smile widened, and she winked knowingly. Then like a cat, she slunk down onto the floor next to me, almost purring. Her buttocks thrust high into the air. 

"Mount me, my baby. My son. And plant your seed. Then I can give you milk...milk for you....and our own..." Her long fingers began to stroke my aching manhood though my pants. "Looks like you're more than ready." Her blue eyes burned like ice, and seemed to consume me. I was aware of nothing else but her breath on my face. 

"Give...me...the...seed...." 

Her fingers grabbed at my zipper and tugged it down. More fingers dove into the opening and I felt her warm, soft skin, soft as silk, wrap around my hardness. The feeling was indescribable - like an electric shock surging through my body, throwing me into a seizure of ecstasy. I couldn't hold back any longer. I had not "relieved" myself for days now. Even after my encounter with the Grandmother, I had never finished and my time since had been consumed with my worry for Mom. And now my mother, my own mother, held my penis in her hands, gently squeezing it, preparing me for what only beasts do. Breed with their own family. It snapped something deep and primordial within me. All my pent up frustration, my desires, the wicked churning in my loins, broke down my dike of self control and erupted high into the air! I was a volcano, violently spewing white molten magma into the warm grip of her hand. Never had I let loose with so much. It spurted and spurted - it dripped and oozed around her clenched fist. A groan strangled in the back of my throat, but I still managed to whisper, "Oh, mom. Momma, momma! Can't believe...my own....momma...." My very life seemed to be draining into her hand. 

Then it was over. My heart bashed against my chest, thumping in a rapid machine gun fire. Gradually, my breath came slower, and my heart began to slow down. I could now feel the sweat running all over my body - my forehead was like a delta - with rivers of salt sweat dripping over my skin. Her hand still tightly held my manhood, held it as it shrunk. Then slowly, she let it go. It flopped down against my stomach, free of that wonderful sheath of fingers. I cracked open my eyes and looked at her. I had closed them tight as the waves of orgasm had thrown me about, and now I looked at her. Her eyes were still hard, but her face did not look as lusciously brimming with lust as it had been. She looked very irritated. 

"Baby," her voice came laced with steel, "you came too early. All this wonderful seed was for planting, for breeding. And now it's all wasted. So much beautiful, youthful seed..." Her voiced drifted for an instant. Then she glared hard at me again. She held her hand close to my face. A pool of thick, gooey, rich semen pooled in the bottom of her palm. There was so much - you could not see her palm through the pearly liquid. The smell of it was strong and tingled my nostrils. I had never smelled my own essence before. "Next time I'll make sure to mount you early, so I won't have to see such a waste again. You might enjoy that more anyway, pumpkin." She smiled again and then snaked her tongue out...out toward her palm. "Just think," she whispered, "this could have been another brother or sister for you." Then...then...she licked her palm. Her tongue ran through the seed, smeared it, lapped it up like a dog, licking with a feverish glow in her eyes, drinking up every bit of her own child's sperm, licking her hand and sucking her fingers like cocks. My soft penis twitched and I groaned with inexpressible arousal. I suddenly realized that I would be ready to mate again, very soon, and this time she, my own mother, would take me as her mate and mount me. Like the Bickers woman. I think I was more than ready to resign myself to my incestuous fate. 

"MOM! MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" The scream was from my brother. I tore my gaze from the succubus that now inhabited my mother's body, and saw my brother standing on the other side of the kitchen, his face twisted in a grimace of disgust and jealous hatred. 

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MOTHER!", he screamed in heart-broken agony. 

"It's not what it looks like!" I told him, not believing it even as I said it. 

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN!" His eyes glowed in their venom. 

"Believe me, he hasn't done anything to her yet!" We all three turned as a family to see Mrs. Bickers standing at the entrance to the room. Her exquisite body stood draped in only a swimsuit. It was the color of blood. The lascivious smile on her face would have impressed the Devil himself.

"What's wrong tiger? What's got you so upset?" she purred at my brother, walking up to him, her hips swaying. "I think Danielle has made a change for the better, don't you? She used to be so sweet, and icky icky innocent, completely naive to the absolute power of a Goddess that lay within her." 

She looked over at Mom, who sat upon the floor, her face no longer filled with lustful ferocity but contorted with confusion. The succubus in her was receding. 

"Now, she's more beautiful, more passionate, certainly more loving." She giggled. "And more fertile too." She left that hanging in the air with a pregnant pause. 

"She's changing into the perfect woman. Without blemish. Just like you boys wanted." 

My brother and I saw both whispered "What!" in disbelief. Diana was now standing right before my brother, her body heat bouncing off his nervous body, her scent wafting about his head, sending the hairs on his body prickling. I noticed the bulge in his boxers slowly twitching awake. I flashed back to that night in the hallway, seeing his enormous erection swelling to magnificent, godlike proportions. It was beginning again. I looked over at my mother. Her eyes were glued on her son's growing desire as well. Her eyes were vacant in their hypnotic fascination. Her lips parted and the pink tip of her tongue flecked across their pouting surface. Her nostrils began to flare, and I knew the demon was beginning to resurface. I had to do something! 

"You have no business here, you disgusting whore! You've done nothing but bring evil into my family since we've moved here! Now get out before I throw you out!" 

My brother dropped his jaw in shock, my mother eye's bulged in surprise. Diana's face showed no emotion for a few seconds, as silence hung about the kitchen. Then she laughed. Her laughter cut through us all like a blade. "I've done nothing to any of you that you didn't really want - NEED. I didn't force you or your brother into my bed. I didn't force your mother to nurse from my breast. Your father being gone all the time, her insides burned with desires she did not know she had. But she took my love instinctually. She is what she is now, because she wants to be. It's what she was born to be!" 

Her baleful eyes, glowing green with triumph, drifted over to where my mother had finally brought her self to her feet. She stood their unsteady, her knees shaking. Her eyes still churned with confusion. My brother barely muffled a groan as he took in her naked form - it was the first time he had a good view of her newly changed body. I saw his boxers straining, ready to explode under the pressure. 

"What are your saying, Diana?" she whispered. "I didn't want any of this to happen. How could you think that....I'm possessed by something evil, something perverse, something I don't want any part of!" 

"Please, it didn't look like you were particularly struggling there with your oldest on the floor, trying to mount him. It looked to me like you were having a grand old time!" 

"Mother...." my brother was glaring at her, his jealousy had returned, now mixed with his arousal at her naked body. "How could you do that with him....with James...mom's aren't supposed to do that." 

"I don't know sweetheart, I couldn't control it. It was as if something was inside me, moving my body like a puppet. I knew what I was doing but IT was making me do it, and making me enjoy it..." she broke into a guilt ridden sob of horror. 

Jacob's eyes were filling with tears as well, tears of anger at the way his mother was acting. Diana rolled her eyes in exasperation. 

"Oh for goodness sake's, people! You act as if you just murdered someone! You are embarking on a new and exciting lifestyle, in a new and thrilling form. Ecstacy should be coursing through your bodies right now, but your are fighting it too damn much!" There was a faint glow behind her eyes, and her voice was beginning to deepen. "Embrace what you are becoming! Become what you were meant to be!" Her voice was now the deep horrible snarl of an animal, nothing feminine about it anymore - nothing human. Her eyes were glowing now, the green of her eyes blazing emerald hellfire. She smiled her basilisk smile, and we three could see her canines begin to strain through the flesh of her gums. Mother gasped in horror, and Jacob gasped in shock as Diana's hand grasped his manhood through the boxers. "Seems as if I will have to help the two of you along." She laughed deep and mockingly. Then she dropped to her knees. 




New Moon Pt. 07



"Get away from him!" I yelled, bounding across the kitchen towards the couple. Diana reached up from where she was on the floor, and with one powerful shoved from her muscled arms, I was thrown back against the oven. Her flesh flowed with the strength of the beast. I lay there dazed, the room swirling around me and my cracked head. 

"Watch as I pleasure your son now, Danielle. You'll be doing this soon, so take notes." Her pink tongue arched from her lips and began to lick and lap, slowly and mercilessly teasing his manhood beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. "Hmmm....how 'bout we get rid of those." With a quick pull the shorts were down at his ankles and the enormous phallus of some pagan god sprung into the air - stretching as an offering towards Mrs. Bicker's open mouth. Without pausing to admire the youth's new equipment, her steaming mouth impaled itself upon the monster, plunging Jacob into an electric ecstasy of churning saliva and dancing tongue. He grasped the counter to hold himself up, his face contorted in the horrible agony of it. The woman's tongue danced and rolled and undulated over his shaft as her hand massaged his scrotum. She could feel the wealth of sperm swollen in his glands, begging for explosion. She mercilessly teased his pee hole with her tongue. Diana raised her mouth off his straining need, gently tugging a long strand of spit up from the swollen head of his penis. She looked into my mother's face. Mother was mesmerized, and I could see her nipples sprouted at full attention. Her face had that vacant look again. 

"Won't the real Dani come out and play?" She pouted her lips and sucked the bridge of spit and precum into her mouth. Jacob hissed between his teeth. Diana grinned up at him and ran her tongue over her voluptuous mouth of fully sprouted animal teeth. 

I watched in terrified wonder as the faint beginnings of a smile begin to play across the lips of my mother. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes began to twinkle with a presence I had seen there before. "I can smell him," she whispered to herself. She began to slink across the kitchen in the their direction. She was gently manipulating her breasts, tweaking her own nipples as they rose in fierce arousal. Her breath came in short pants. I would have risen to stop her, but my head still swam with pain. 

Diana smiled her savage smile, and plunged her horrible bestial mouth upon my brother's manhood. Her tongue churned and worshiped over its impossible length, and it still seemed to be stretching somehow in length, centimeter by centimeter attaining mind boggling proportions. He groaned hoarsely and closed his eyes. Mom at last had made it over to them and stared with magnetic fascination at her son's organ. "I can smell him, Diana," she whispered. "I've never smelled anything like it." She licked her lips, drool beginning to pour over the rim of her mouth. 

Diana looked up from her oral masterpiece and nipped at the head. Jacob winced in pain. She laughed, deep and devilish. "You smell his need, Dani. He's sending out his musk for you, calling you to bed, for joining. It's a call as old as creation - the man calling his woman to become one and to take his seed into her body. A call for the goddess to create a new life from the offering of her devotee. Your body longs for that offering, doesn't it?" 

"Yes, I need the....I need the seed......." 

Mother's voice was deepening and taking on a harsh and metallic edge. The drool dripped like a water fall from her mouth and eyes took on a strange glow. The succubus was controlling her again. She dropped to her knees. Her eyes, burning with a strange yellow light, looked up at my brother. Her lips pouted, like a innocent baby. "Mommy needs it so bad, sweetheart. You don't understand it. I need it so bad, my body hurts. The pain in my empty womb....it's calling for you. Please, I need you to come back. Come back to where you came from. Back to where I grew you." 

My brother, through a veil of bewildered tears, gasped, "Yes, yes, I'll do anything for you, Mom. Just make this feeling go away. I'm about to explode! I love you so much - I want to be your husband...." 

"Not mommy's husband," corrected Mrs. Bickers, "but her mate. Her breeding stud. Her worshiper." 

"Yes," Mother's face began to twist and contort into a mask of pure animal hunger and lust. "Breed your mother - Stud me." Then lowered her mouth with it's searing heat upon the head of her youngest child's penis, engulfing it in agonizing slow motion. There was a light smile written on her open mouth. My brother's body shook in a seizure of pleasurable torture, feeling her mouth bathe his manhood in saliva and begin to taste and lightly lick his straining need. She was teasing him with her skills, skills she had not used since college, coming back to her in a wave of absolute and indescribable freedom. It washed over her body, sending shivers over her own flesh. She licked the underside of his head with wild abandon, looking up into his face and giving him a wicked wink. She wanted him to cum, and flicked he tongue underneath his tool's head in an awful dance of flesh on flesh, coaxing his need to cum spewing forth. She pulled back suddenly from her son's tool, spit splattering across the floor, and threw her head back to let loose the snarl. It was an invitation. 

His great tool of creation began to shoot its pent up seed, spewing like a burning geyser. It bathed my mother's face in a thick coat of sperm, covering every inch of her face in a hanging web of it. He yelled in his exultant relief, "Mom, Mom, it's all for you!" It continued to pump and pump onto her face and into her gaping mouth. A deep pool of seed swelled upon her tongue. "For you, mom. For you..." he moaned between gritted teeth. At last he finished ejaculating his sea of youthful sperm all over the upper torso of his goddess. She looked up at him through a mask of his essence and closed her voracious lips - slowly for all to see. She swallowed with a loud smack of delicious satisfaction. Then, a rapacious smile spread across that defiled face that had once belonged to my mother, and she let loose a howl of savage ecstasy - like a rabid animal that has just felt the sweet taste of fresh blood across its tongue. 

And I knew I had just lost my mother - forever.