A Trip to the Pharmacy

True to his word, Danny took his family to the clinic his mother had visited earlier. Ostensibly he was there to get something to "punish" her with for drugging him. But really he was just happy to explore.

A sign above the building called out to passers-by: "Good for what ails you!" The O's in 'good' were dotted in the middle. Underneath the slogan were the flashing neon outlines of an erect cock cumming into a full pair of open lips.

The pharmacist, an older gentleman, greeted the family warmly.

"Is there anything I can get you?" He asked.

Emilia was about to speak but she stopped herself and covered her hand with her mouth. She blushed and looked to her eldest son to continue.

"Do you have anything that can increase my mother's sex drive?" Asked Danny.

"Of course! I recommend Libidinex personally."

"Sure, I'll take that."

As the pack of pills were passed over the counter he thought to himself: This might be a little dangerous. I know she gave something like that to me, but mum's already horny as hell. What would this do to her? He imagined Emilia crash-tackling him at home, mounting him mid-air, and smashing his pelvis onto the hardwood floor. I'd rather not have **** by snu-snu.

"How about something to ensure obedience?" He asked.

The pharmacist chuckled.

"New to being an Alpha, are we? If you want to make sure your family listens to you, we've got something for that."

He reached behind the counter and pulled out a small bottle. Inside was a murky liquid.

"One drop of this and they'll do whatever you want. We don't recommend more than one dose every four hours or more than three per day. The amount of times we've had to treat cases where an Alpha poured the whole bottle down their Beta's throat... Totally zombified! I swear, it's like they do it on purpose and only bring their Betas in when they get bored..."

Danny popped a few capsules of Libidinex from the blister pack and pushed his mother to her knees. Then he opened her mouth, shoved them deep inside and closed her mouth back up.

"Swallow," he said.

Emilia gulped them down. Within moments she felt herself heating up. She fixed her eyes on her son's crotch, stuck out her tongue and lapped at his pants like a bitch in heat.

Danny clicked his tongue in disapproval and opened up the bottle of liquid loyalty. He placed a hand on his mother's forehead, tilted her face upwards and carefully poured one very large drop into her panting mouth.

Suddenly she pulled back. The expression on her face changed from desperately horny to meek and eager to please. She stared up at her son with puppy dog eyes.

Danny unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and rested the tip on Emilia's nose. Her eyes went cross-eyed, staring at her baby boy's penis with intense hunger. She licked her lips.

"Wait," said Danny.

Emilia whimpered, but she didn't move.

"Beg," ordered Danny.

"Please," whispered his mother. "I'm begging you. Let me suck your dick, dear. Please."

Danny grinned and looked up at the store's clock on the wall. He watched the seconds tick by. When he looked back he realised his mother was so wet that her juices were dripping onto the floor.

Danny looked at the man behind the counter.

"Sorry about that."

"Not to worry. We get that all the time."

Danny looked back down and spoke:

"3, 2, 1... Go!"

In a flash Emilia's mouth engulfed her son's rod. She thrust her head back and forth so fast that she felt a little dizzy. But in her mind it was worth it. Danny thought so too.

Meanwhile Danny's brother and sister were looking around and marvelling at what was on offer. Grace had picked up a flyer for a local plastic surgeon. Pictures of naked women thrusting their chests out graced the glossy cover. She stared at the graphic of two gargantuan breasts at the bottom of the leaflet. Then she realised it wasn't a graphic—it was a photo. The woman's face was so much smaller by comparison that Grace hadn't even noticed that those mountainous mammaries were attached to someone.

Will peered over Grace's shoulder.

"Thinking of getting a boob job?" He asked.

"You sure?" Asked Danny, turning his head away from his mother's ravishing blowjob. "That doesn't sound like you."

Grace ignored the sight of her mother turned into a degraded, **** slut kneeling on the floor. Grace was looking straight at Danny, unsure of herself.

"All the other girls at school are so much bigger than me. And they're always going on about how much their Alphas like their tits. Breast is best, they say..."

Will placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But sis... Flat is justice."

Grace blushed but she still looked uncertain.

"What do you think, big brother?"

Danny waved his sister over to where he was getting sucked off. He wrapped his arms around his sister's waist and pulled her close. With Emilia still slurping at her son's cock underneath, this meant that Grace had to step over her mother's bobbing head. And even then there wasn't enough room. So Grace ended up straddling her mother's face. She wasn't wearing panties—what self-respecting OZ woman would? So her pussy planted itself on top of Emilia's nose.

A smile on his face, Danny peered deep into his sister's eyes and said:

"Every size makes my wood rise."

Danny pressed his lips against Grace's and made out with her. Down below, he shoved his mother's whore mouth onto his cock, balls deep. His balls squeezed and pumped themselves out into their designated receptacle.

Emilia moaned. She had orgasmed just from the thought of pleasing her son—her master.

Grace squealed as well. Her brother was so kind.