Deceiving his mother again.

It had been two weeks since Matt ravaged his mother's alluring body and repeatedly ejaculated the seed in her womb.

"This is odd, she should be hurling by the toilet, but there's no indication of conceptions?" Matt curiously wondered while making to his way bedroom.

Matt gazes at his mother consuming a pill and asks, "Mom, what type of **** are you using?

Margaret brightly smiles as she replies, "Oh sweetie, I should have told you this sooner." She took a deep breath and announce, "Okay, here goes nothing. I started dating again about two weeks ago. The pills I'm using will prevent me from getting pregnant."

Margaret gives a gentle hug while saying, "I'm so happy, sweetie. I haven't found anyone worth dating until now. If things go smoothly you might have a new father."

"Fuck, no wonder there aren't any signs of pregnancy. She's been taking birth control pills for the past two weeks."

Matt despised having his mother going on dates. After all, he wanted her as his personal plaything and came up with a devious scheme.

"Mom, you're taking the wrong pills. Birth control pills doesn't prevent pregnancy. It actually enhances conceptions." Matt casually informed to prevent unwanted suspicion.

"W-what?" Margaret murmur with confusion and Matt resume, "Everyone knows fertility pills reduce pregnancy. Damn...even I know this from health class."

The AGS tampered with Margaret's perceptions and she says with a wary tone, "Oh my god, dear. You're absolutely right, I've been taking the wrong pills." She warmly kisses him on the cheek for the information, "There are going to be a lot of complications if I end up pregnant. Luckily, you told me this sooner."

Margaret digs into the dressing cabinet to locate the medication. Soon, she tilts the bottle as the pills pour in her palm, and then plops it in her mouth to consume. Once the tasks was complete, she place the bottle on the dressing cabinet.

Curious about the substance Matt read the label on the bottle.

Consume two pills every six hours, three times a day. Be aware, going past the recommended dosage increases the risks of multiple conceptions.

Margaret studied Matt's expression and asks, "Wh-what wrong, dear?"

"Mom, I read the label and it's incorrect. You're supposed to consume five pills every hour, eight times a day." Matt informs and then resumes using the AGS, "But...consuming recklessly gives better results. Right, mom?'

"You're absolutely right, Matt. It makes perfect sense. The more pills I consume, the better the result." Margaret said as she consume a handful of pills, "There sweetie, that'll keep mommy safe from getting pregnant."

"I can't believe she actually did it. With the AGS, I can make her do anything unethical, and believe it's normal. This is going to be fun." Matt subtly laughed at the possibility.

Unfortunately, Matt's instruction wasn't defined properly, and Margaret's AGS made her act on impulses.

"Holy shit, how many did you take?" Matt asked as his eyes lingers on his mother consuming pill after pill.

"I don't know, sweetie. I have a compulsive urge to consume several handfuls for some unknown reason. Is the amount correct?"

Matt wonders what's the limitations of the AGS and decide to do an experiment. Afterward, he can reset his mother's perception before things escalate.

"Several handful are decent, but if you want to stay completely safe. I suggest consuming entire bottle every hour for the next two weeks."

"N-no...I can't. It's dangerous." Margaret struggles to break free from the AGS influences.

"If you asked a person to do something harmful their mind regain awareness?" Matt speculates and tries a different approach, "Mom, you did every **** imaginable at sixteen and became addicted. So, consuming fertility pills is a lot safer than using other ****."

The AGS fabricated memories in Margaret's mind, and soon her body artificially create euphoria.

"You're right, dear. Consuming fertility pills are safer, but my craving is persistent." Margaret said as she consume the entire pill from the bottle, "This isn't enough. I need something stronger."

Getting his mother to consume more than the recommended dosage made Matt's cock throb knowing she might have octuplets. However, he needs to be careful it doesn't escalate too far, but his mother's behavior intrigued him to go further.

"I have a general question, mom." Matt said while grimacing, "Let's assume fertility pills assist with conceptions, and you empty out an entire bottle every hour. How many babies will you have?"

Margaret pauses for a moment to estimate and then replies, "I'm not an obstetrician, but consuming that many pills will likely make me conceive several dozen babies."

"Oh come on, mom. Give me an actual estimate." Matt complained to his mother and Margaret informs him, "Dear, it's difficult to predict the conceptions. That's why I said several, it means three or more."

"Whoa, that's freaking awesome." Matt gleefully smiles and then asks, "So, is it possible to have more than five dozen?"

"Releasing ova is simple. However, it's unlikely the pregnancies will reach maturity." Margaret replied, but felt strangely odd about his behavior and asks, "Are you hiding something from me, young man?"

"Stop being paranoid, mom." Matt said and use the AGS to prevent suspicion, "I asked because I was worried about your health. I mean...if I didn't stop you from taking birth control, you might end up with several dozen babies."

"I appreciate your concern, but the subject of multiple conceptions make me feel uncomfortable." Margaret said and sighed at the empty bottle on the cabinet.

Matt enjoy misusing his mother's AGS but didn't clearly think of the consequences. If Margaret decides to be intimate with her dating partner, there's a high possibility of conceptions. Now he has two obstacles to deal with, one prevent her from dating, and two, keep her home for his own enjoyment.

"Mom, you can't go out on a date." Matt promptly said and Margaret curiously ask, "Huh, why not?"

"Remember the sex education you personally give me two weeks ago?" Matt reminded his mother.

"Yeah, but what that got to do with my date?"

Matt deviously grins as he says, "Well, there's some side effect with the treatment. If you kiss, touch, or even talk to anyone. You automatically end up pregnant." He smirks at his mother's fears and resumes using the AGS, "Also, it's contagious. You don't want others catching it...right?"

Margaret frantically panics while asking, "My god, this disease is really dangerous. Just kissing someone will make me pregnant. What should I do, Matt?"

It's impractical for his mother to be pregnant without intercourse. But Matt takes every opportunity to misuse her illness and needs to ensure she's pregnant with his child before anyone else gets the chance.

"Don't worry mom, there's a cure. You need to swallow my cum three times a day for the next four months. Not just any cum, it has to be from family members." Matt said while restraining himself from laughing, "After that, you won't be contagious anymore."

Margaret kneels in front of her son and asks, "All I need to do is swallow your cum?"

Matt unfastened his jean and says, "That right, mom."

Margaret's delicate hands pump his manhood in a steady motion and say, "I don't enjoy doing this, but if it helps cure the symptoms. I suppose there's no other choice."

Margaret widely her lips to engulf his bulging member, but Matt wanted the full sensation.

"Your performance sucks!!!" Matt hauls as he glides his fingers through her hair. Soon, he firmly held her head, and swiftly plunge his cock into the depth of her throat.

Margaret's eyes widen at the sudden insertion and wanted to scream but only a few gurgling sounds escape her lips, "ECCHHH ACCHHH"

"Suck on it, bitch!!" Matt shouted as he partially withdraw and then aggressively return the entire length down her throat.

Margaret's mascara mixed with tears flowing down her cheeks. Saliva drips as she tries to maintain her son's abuses.

Matt smile at his mother gasping for air and says, "Your throat feels so....ughhhh...fucking good!" He postponed the aggression to give his mother a brief moment to breathe and then resumes the ****, "It's not over yet, bitch!!!"

Margaret has difficulties breathing and if things continue, she'll probably pass out from lack of oxygen. With no other options, she loosens her throat to hasten the activity.

"Stop cheating, you fucking, bitch!!!" Matt yelled at his mother, "I'm not letting you off that easily."

Fifteen minutes later, Matt releases his seed directly in his mother's throat and held her head firmly in place to ensure none escape her lips. As Matt withdraws his member, Margaret's body uncontrollably convulses. Not fully satisfied, Matt coat her face with the remaining load.

Matt gaze at his mother lying on the floor and plunder, "Hmmm..what should I do next?" He hysterically laughs, "One thing for sure, mother. I'll knock you up and make you my slutty girlfriend or wife."

Before deciding, there's an important information his mother refuses to answer, and he wanted to find out.

"In order for me to assist you better, mom. I need you to answer my questions truthfully."

Margaret gathers her bearing and says, "If it helps cure my illness. I'll answer any questions you have."

"I know it's difficult determining how many babies you'll have from overusing fertility pills. Ummm...I mean the stuff that keep you safe." Matt amusingly chuckles as he resumes asking, "However, if fertility pills does make you conceive. I need you to give me an estimate, it doesn't need to be one hundred percent. Just something possible under the right conditions."

Margaret completely given up resisting the AGS influences.

"Can you elaborate more clearly?" Margaret asked with a tiresome tone and Matt says, "Don't use several to describe the results. Give me a high estimate that's likely probable."

"If the dosage is consumed daily. There will be eighty ova available to fertilize." Margaret honestly replied without restraint.

Matt didn't expect it to be this much and curiously asks, "Hmmm...what percentage is that?"

"Probably, seventy percent. Even higher if I consume it during ovulation."

The conversation intrigued Matt and continues to ask, "Let's assume you empty out fifty bottles during ovulation. What's the final result?"

"There's a ninety percent chance of three hundred ova release for fertilization," Margaret informed him and Matt's eyes widen with disbelief, "Holy shit, that's a lot. No wonder you're **** to answer."

"Hmmmm....I don't think it's a good idea to make her consume that many fertility pills." Matt argued with himself but needs to continue testing the AGS limitations.

Matt carried his mother to the bed and says, "Mom, resumes taking fertility pills. However, if you feel something is bothering you with the treatment. You can stop consuming it."

"At the moment, I don't think there's anything wrong with the treatment." Margaret said but then quickly announce, "By the way, dear. I'm in the middle of my ovulation. Should we increase the dosage?"

"That's really up to you, mom." Matt replied while wickedly grimacing, "When you're a teen. How much **** did you use?"

Margaret's AGS fabricated more memories and she replies, "Enough to be in the hospital numerous times. But I have supportive family and friends who help me through the addiction."

"There's a problem with the treatment, mom. It makes you thousand of times more addicted to ****." Matt said to ensure his mother behaves irrationally, and then suggest, "But you could use fertility pills as a substitute."

The AGS rewires Margaret's body to feel withdraws and she says, "As a teen, I don't have much self-control. But luckily, you came up with a solution." She nervously glances at him while asking, "Are there any more side effects to the treatment?"

"There might be some." Matt replied and Margaret squirms on the bed as she says, "Give me an honest opinion, and I'll tell you something that shouldn't even be possible."

Matt grin at his mother's fabricated addiction and says, "I don't know if my advice will help, but you're free to ask."

"I know the only way to cure my infertility is to consume fertility pills. However, what I'm going to ask will likely make me extremely ill. Should I take a thousand times the dosage?"

Matt didn't expect this from his mother but decided to take the opportunity to misuse the AGS.

"If you want my opinion, mom." Matt deviously grins as he suggests, "Do whatever is necessary to stop your addiction. Sadly, there's one major side effect I didn't what to reveal. Your addiction never ends."

"I guess there's no solution to my addiction." Margaret sighs but kept her end of the deal, "Since you given me your opinion. I'll tell you what will happen if the dosage is a thousand time passed the recommended limits. All my ova will be released for fertilization, and half of it will likely be octuplets."

"Octuplets are nice, but can it be more?" Matt asked while mischievously smirking at the possibility and Margaret asks, "Do you want me to lie to keep you motivated, or tell you the truth?"

Matt amusingly chuckles at her questions and says, "Partial truth might be more interesting."

Margaret softly laughs at his response and says, "Dear, the ovum could create any amount of embryos."

"Can it be a thousand?" Matt joked at the prospect and Margaret says, "I wouldn't be surprised if each ovum has that many. Matters of fact, it could be a billion for all we know."

"Are you sure the conceptions will be severe?" Matt asked for reassurance and Margaret replies, "Severe is an understatement, dear. My life practically in danger."

"Wish each ovum create a billion embryos, but that's unlikely." Matt said with discontent and Margaret says, "Put it this way, dear. If I wake up in the middle of the night throwing up for several hours. I'm one hundred percent certain each ovum creates a billion." She smiles at his enthusiastic expression and purrs, "What do you think will happen if the symptoms persist?"

"You might end up with a trillion embryos?" Matt speculates and Margaret deviously smirks as she informs, "That's correct, dear."

"Wouldn't your stomach instantly get mess up?" Matt asked and his mother replies, "Not right away, but it will when the embryos start developing."

Margaret teasingly traces her fingers across his chest while asking, "Tell me honestly, dear. Do you really want me to have that many embryos?"

"Actually, I just wanted you to have a large pregnancy." Matt admitted and show her a photo, "This lady has triplets during last month of pregnancy." Chuckles, "Her stomach is freaking enormous. If you have that many embryos, I'm sure your pregnancy will reach that size within a few hours."

"Dear, my stomach can only stretch so far. But you're right on one thing though. My pregnancies can easily be larger than the one in the photo." Margaret said while grinning at his excitement, "So....how large do you want my pregnancies?"

"To be honest, I want your pregnancies to reach maturity. That's the size I wanted." Matt replied and Margaret laughs at his unethical request while saying, "That's impossible. However, I can develop the pregnancies as far as possible."

"Really, mom. You'll let the pregnancies stretch out your stomach?" Matt asked with fascination and Margaret genuinely gaze into his eyes while saying, "Well, it's the only way to have a large pregnancy."

Matt knows it's impossible for his mother to have that kind of pregnancy, but discussing multiple conceptions is an indulging subject.

"Mom, how many bottles of fertility pills do you have?" Matt mischievously asked and Margaret replies, "About six."

Matt assume six bottle wouldn't cause too much of an issue, and test AGS full potential.

Matt sadistically grinned when using the AGS, "Mom, you have a pregnancy fetish. For the moment, you're aware fertility pills enhances conceptions," Chuckles, "The discussion we had was arousing subject, and decides to have as many embryos as possible."

"Yes, having multiple conceptions is fascinating," Margaret said while retrieving several bottles of fertility pills from the cabinet.

"Are you alright, mom?"

"I'm fine, dear," Margaret lied to keep him from worrying but aware the overies are active, "I can finish six bottle."

"If I empty out a thousand bottles for entire week. My stomach will be crowded with your spawns within a few hours. Afterward, it's your decision to take a chance resuming development, or rush me to the nearest clinic for an abortion." Margaret informed the amount needed to conceive an excessive conception and Matt deviously chuckles when saying, "I prefer to resume development."

Margaret grin as she says warned him of the repercussion, "Resuming development for more than three hours isn't a good idea unless you don't care about my safety."

"So...you're telling me the pregnancies will be over within three hours?" Matt asked and Margaret contemplate for a moment before replyin, "To be honest, I don't know how long the pregnancies will last, but I'm certain it wont last very long."

Matt wickedly sneers at his mother and asks, "So...it's possible for the pregnancies to continue past three hours?"

Heather chuckles at this question while replying, "I'll try developing the pregnancy as long as possible. But remember, the longer it develops the higher the chances of complications."

"The photos I showed you earlier," Matt said while grimacing at her, "Is it possible for your pregnancy to be five times larger?"

"It depends how much stress my stomach can tolerate," Margaret informed while briefly pausing for a moment to speculate, "If I managed to make it through the first week. The pregnancy will definitely be five times larger, but remember the chance of success are very low."

"Damn, no one will be crazy enough to accept this type of pregnancy, but the AGS can make her do absolutely anything." Matt speculates after testing but then asked for his own amusement, "Mom, what I'm about to ask is extremely dangerous. Umm...if you can't get the pregnancy five times larger then the one in the photo. Can you overwhelmed your stomach on propose?"

"You need the pregnancy to resume development until my stomach rupture?" Margaret asked for clarification and Matt nod while replying, "That's basically it, mom."

"Your request terrified me," Heather said with a wary expression but her emotions are conflicted by the AGS, "But another part of me find it very exciting."

A moment later the AGS disable Heather's logical awareness and she says with a reassuring tone, "Consuming two hundred bottle of fertility pills a day should be enough. Afterward, you can fertilize the ova, and the pregnancy wiill spontaneously burst at any given moment."

"Let's make a deal, mom." Matt said while sneering at her, "You can get an abortion if the pregnancy manage to reach your feet."

"That's considerate of you, dear." Margaret said but sighs at the low probability, "But the size you wanted is nearly impossible to achieve."

"Give me an honest estimate," Matt promptly asked and Margaret replies, "Properly, one out of a thousand."

"I like those odd," Matt amusingly chuckles at the low probability, but felt a little guilty for using his mother as a guinea pig to test the AGS, and to temporary disable the vicious tendency.

"I have good news, mom. There's a positive side effect. When you're discussing multiple pregnancies with family members. You're no longer addicted to ****, or desire to have multiple conceptions."

Margaret embraces her son and says, "Oh my god. I don't have any more cravings."

"Yeah mom, but you still need to finish the treatment." Matt reminded his mother and wickedly sneered, "But if you don't suck on my cock properly, or even miss one day those cravings will come back."

"Oh my god, the addiction will return?" Margaret fearfully asked and Matt amusingly laughed when replying, "Yep, it's another side effect."

Margaret quickly devours her son's member. But this time, she willingly gages to reduce the probability of addiction from occurring. Well, that's what Matt wanted her to believe, but now he doesn't need to ask for consent. Of course, he didn't completely remove the possibility. If Margaret forgets to perform fellatio the AGS will manipulate her to consume fertility pills like a **** addict.

"Damn...mom, that's the best blowjob ever." Matt wickedly sneers at her performance while announcing, "Sadly, I can't stay home to take care of your illness. I have a camping trip with some friends tomorrow."

Margaret pressed the weights of her body on top of his and says, "You're not leaving, young man. I might do something regrettable if you're not home."

Margaret tearfully snobs as she pleads, "Please babyyy. I'll do whatever you want if you stay home."

"The symptoms returns when arguing," Matt said while preparing to depart, "That blowjob earlier tired me out," Chuckles, "I'm going to take a nap."

Matt used the AGS to keep his mother from arguing, but forgotten disable the desire for an excessive conception.

"I don't feel good," Margaret said while rushing toward the restroom to relieve herself, but then the tendency to have an excessive conception resurfaces.

"I might be pregnant?" Margaret assumed and use a pregnancy test to find out the result.

A few minutes later the pregnancy test came out positive, but instead of displaying two lines, there was an errors.

"I didn't know a pregnancy test can give an error," Margaret chuckles at the result.