Did she just say-?

"W-What?" John asked, and his brow furrowed slightly. He leaned back slightly as his mother shifted up onto the tips of her toes and leaned closer to him.

"I-It's okay..." she mumbled under a heavy breath and glanced down at the meaty rod in her hands. A subtle smile crossed her lips as she stood there and squeezed his pre-cum down the length of his manhood. Her heart, already racing from her long day, pounded hard in her chest as thoughts of touching and tasting him, with more than just her hands, filled her naughty mind. Her lips spread into a toothy, perverted grin. It remained long after she started leaving reassuring pecks on his lips to try and convince him to hear out her new plan. "It's okay, baby..." she gulped, "...if you are. You can use me for it." A shiver ran down her back.

"Mom, what? What are you tal-" He was cut off when Brenda abruptly leaned forward and kissed him with her plump, bee-stung lips. It became like a trade between the two of them after a short while. He would try to speak, or move away, and in return she would move closer and deepen the kiss, shoving him harder up against the front door.

"You can use mee..." she slurred and pulled away once John started to kiss her back. The two of them separated with a wet smacking sound. "...I just want you to leave my son out of it."

That only served to confuse John even more. Probing? Using her? She sounded like some character from a cheesy erotica or some kind of manga. The role she had been playing so far even made it seem like she had made herself, and him, into the protagonists.

"Wait, I'm not a-" John tried again, only to be interrupted once more.

"It's good right?" The air was filled with light squishing sounds as she spoke. Her fingers, which had previously clung to John for so long, strained to keep touching him when she eventually let him go. The nearly drowned out sounds of wet squelching was produced by Brenda when she pulled her hands back to take off the soaking pair of boxers she had on. Her last and only article of clothing was removed slowly, and carefully, with long, thick webs of her liquid arousal connecting her to the fabric. The boxers were practically peeled from her womanly hips as she turned around to wave another one of her many assets around in front of his waist. "At least you thought it was last night..." Brenda giggled and bent forward.

Her large bubble butt smashed backwards as she moved, nestling his cock with the crook of her soft butt. John **** out a loud grunt as she pushed back against him. She was hot to the touch for him, and her lowers lips slid along the length of his cock as she re-positioned her healthy backside. They both let out a gasp when she found the right spot, and John watched as the head of his member slowly disappeared inside her. Her hole spread and stretched as she moved. The speed she took proved just enough to make her sluggish penetration to be considered teasing.

"You know," his mother hummed breathlessly. Her hips twisted slightly, and another inch slid into her. A low moan rose up through her chest but died when she chose to speak again. "Doggy-style is one of my favorite positions." She bit her lips and tossed a half-lidded look back over her shoulder at John. His cock sank even deeper into her as their eyes connected. Her tiny hole split wider and wider around him the closer she got to his base. "There's something about it... it just makes my partner seem..." There was a pause as his mother grunted and their hips met. Her jaw fell slack into a silent gasp as her tongue lolled lazily from her full lips. Her back arched and shook before his very eyes, jolting in place like she couldn't catch a breath. Her hyper-sensitive and overly-used pussy trembled and twitched around him. "...really dominant." She grinned back at him.

"I'm not an alien," he tried to gasp out, but even he barely managed to hear himself. Brenda missed it completely. His voice was just too quiet and quickly drowned out by laughs and moans she made when he had to grab onto her hips to steady himself.

"And if you're going to be doing this to us..." she paused, her hair falling loosely around her head. Her whole body leaned forward as she spoke, her large breasts swinging beneath her. The movement was punctuated by a sudden vacancy within Brenda. A hunger that ached outwards from her gripping womanhood, radiating up to her stomach and down her legs. "...it may as well be done dominantly, right?" she huffed. This sudden hollowness within her gnawed so deeply and so quickly that his mother felt **** to push back as fast as she could against him. Their hips met with a loud, hard clap, and he was stuffed to the hilt back inside her greedy, hungry mound.

Brenda wasn't the only one to push back either. John, at the pull out, was left to shiver at the blast of cold air that engulfed his cock and sent goosebumps dancing up his body. His cock, still held inside her by the tip, flexed painfully hard from the sudden difference in temperature. It became difficult for him to think or process. His attention narrowed, became focused and drawn to the constant pulling and squeezing her slit provided. It was too much to withstand and, when he finally thrust back, it was rougher than he intended it to be.

Their hips slapped together so hard that Brenda's ass bounced against his waist from the impact and sent jiggling waves all down her thick thighs. Her eyes, which had been lidded and lusty before, shot open in surprise as John smashed against a familiar barrier and she pitched forward suddenly. Her voice squeaked, the high-pitched noise knocked out of her lungs as she was actually thrown off balance by the **** of it. She landed, barely, by dropping bent over a nearby entryway table as her large ass settled and squished against the shape of his hips.

A soft whimper reached John's ears as he pushed into her and finally looked away from the spot where they had become connected. Her whining became nothing but a series of weak moans and squeaks as she shook against the white wood beneath her. There were no words. She didn't even try to form them. Her tits, as huge as they were, flattened almost comically against the alabaster surface; they were so big they practically bulged around the sides of her body. She shook and trembled beneath him as he stood there. His hands just squeezed and held onto her womanly hips. He couldn't stop thrusting, even after that.

Was it too hard? John thought as his cock repeatedly tapped against her cervix. With each thrust it felt like her pussy pulled him back in, gripping him more with every movement. He had thought she had been ready with how wet she was. John frowned. Hell, it had been an easy assumption for him to make with the spider-like webs of liquid hanging between her thighs and dripping down her legs. He started to slow down even more when she grabbed at the table, his thrusts turning into a subtle gri-

His chain of thought was interrupted by the sound of liquid splashing on the ground below. His mother's voice deepened from light little whimpers into something more guttural and instinctive as she abruptly came on his cock. Her trembling body bucked on the table as he ground his fat cock deeper and deeper into her hole. He caught a look of her face as she squirted once more as he tried fucking softer, for her, and blinked hard when he saw the silly grin dominating her features as her eyes rolled up in her head from the pleasure.

"Harder...!" she growled and thrust back against John when her orgasm started to die down. His eyes widened as she roughly bounced around in place. For a second, he was stunned and left standing there while his mother tried and failed to meet her own needs in their current position. "Please!" she whimpered again.

Fuck it, John thought finally and shoved forward. His mother pitched forward once more, and the whole table screeched as it slid across a small part of the floor. In an instant, his hips became a blur against her, filling the eerie silence that had fallen over the Newman household with lewd, wet smacking sounds and wanton yelping.

Again and again, John reamed his mother's tight little hole, stretching her open with his new cock to the point that her cervix started to stretch around the tip of his member. Her womanhood, for the brief moments that he had it filled, could do nothing but yield to his presence after all the magic the two of them had been subjected to. He could feel her pussy mold to his cock with each thrust, **** into a new shape that was made specifically to fit him

"Do it, baby!" she gasped and arched her back again. One of her hands clasped into one of the cheeks of her huge bubble butt and pulled, spreading her massive ass wide for him to see as he pulled back from one thrust and slammed into another. She could feel him pulsing and flexing as he moved, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. He was close and with the new size of his dick and her experience, it wasn't hard for her to tell. "Cum for me, baby," she moaned and his balls tightened.

A loud gasp escaped John as he buried himself as deeply as he could get and released. His whole body heaved up onto his toes and leaned into her ass as he exploded right up against her womb. His mother was just as bad. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hands, which had been clawing and tearing at anything within reach before that, strained to reach back and hold John in place. The looming threat of the act overwhelming her was now closer than ever for Brenda as his cum burned against the deepest parts of her. They held like that for what felt like forever. Seconds that felt like they spanned out across whole minutes of numbing, tingly pleasure where he just filled what room her pussy had left and then some. The toe curling pleasure only ended when Brenda, with her legs slick with another fresh layer of her own squirt, spread her ass with her shaking hands again and spoke.

"I thought..." she sighed heavily as the pulsing in John's cock came to a slow stop, "...that you guys probed anally... not like that," his mother giggled. That turned out to be the sobering point for John. The sight of her teasing her backdoor with one finger while she laughed about it and squeezed her breasts with the other hand turned out to just feel... insane for John after the past two days.

Which was really saying something.

"I'm not..." He paused to gasp for another fresh breath of air and stepped away. His cock slid out of her with a loud, sucking squelch and a pop as her lower lips vainly struggled to hold him. The move was immediately followed up with a gasp from his mother as whole globs of his cum began to pour out of her gaping hole, running copiously down her legs like some kind of white waterfall. "I'm not an alien," he said once he had gotten his breath back. Brenda slowly put a hand between her legs to try and stop the flow of seed leaking out of her.

The house slowly fell silent as John stood there. His hands dropped to his waist, as if to cover himself up, but he did not hide from view. It was more the coldness of the open air that got to him, more than shame, more than anything else. Still, as he tried to retain some semblance of warmth and life in the still hard and bobbing length between his legs, his mother took the time to try and stand back up from the table.

She actually looked like a mess when she stumbled around to face John, like the kind of look that you would expect to see on someone who was black-out drunk. Her hair was tussled and wet, matted and clumped to her skin and lips from a mixture of sweat and everything else she had managed to roll around in. Her eyes were blank and empty for the moment, lacking any sense of comprehension and understanding as she tried to hear what he just said. Two short, grey lines of forgotten make-up streaked down across both of her rosy cheeks. Her face, which was normally so put together and strangely comforting to John, was now flushed and furrowed in confusion as she switched out the hand that she kept between her legs.

"W-what?" she said finally and sat down on the entryway table before three fingers from her other hand curled back up in the slit between her legs. John watched as she lifted the hand she had put there before to block the flow of his cum and, as if it was just second nature to her, she started to lick and suck each individual digit clean of his thick spunk. Her eyes continued to drop as the seconds passed, falling to where his rigid length flexed at the show she unconsciously provided. The more she stared, though, the more her eyes changed from a brief look of surprise and confusion and fell into that half-lidded lust.

John stepped forward suddenly and grabbed the sides of her face. He pulled her up to look at him while her hands automatically seemed to reach out to greet him. A small smile spread across her dazed features when he got close enough for her to touch and stroke again; and he heard the small murmur she made when he finally got her eyes to meet his own. He nearly came again all over her stomach when he realized that she was just repeating his name over and over.

"I'm not an alien," he repeated, and her vision seemed to clear for a moment. Her brow furrowed in confusion as he got close enough to feel her bare breasts squeezing to his chest again, and her stroking actually seemed to slow. "I'm not some creature from another planet nor am I being mind controlled by some kind of extra terrestrial." Brenda's confusion only grew. "It's..." John paused to inhale sharply. The moment to actually explain himself was here... but what was he going to say?

Easier is better, right? he thought and suppressed the urge to groan as she gently cupped his balls, ignoring the little comments she made about how big they seemed. ... But what was the easiest way of explaining something like that?

"It's..." The words seemed to trail off in his throat, like he had them for a moment before they just... vanished. John swallowed hard and looked down to the puddle of white pooling onto the table from his mother's crotch. That had been because of him... because of his- "It's magic," he said finally and looked back up to meet her gaze. His mother stopped.

The glaring look she gave John was perhaps one of the most dangerous he had ever received from his mother. Her eyes narrowed sharply and, even in her drunken state, John got the message she had been trying to convey.

"I'm serious! I'm serious!" he blurted out quickly as her fingers seemed to tighten ever so slightly around his girth. "A-a-and I can prove it!" he stammered. That seemed to give her pause. He waited a couple second, to try and make sure that he didn't seem to be in any more danger from her before he held up a hand for her to wait. "Just... watch," he said and opened his character menu. He had just enough mana...

His hands were shaking, John realized as he glanced back and forth between the two of them. He wasn't sure what it was exactly, but something about this encounter made him more nervous than he had expected it to. He had known that things were going to be difficult and bad when it got to that moment, but if he put all his expectations aside... it was like there was just another feeling there in the back of his heart. Something that told him that things would end up worse if he told her about this. A frown passed over his lips as he found his target and he swallowed hard.

"Here we go..." he mumbled to himself and cast Augment Body on his cock.

His mother gasped suddenly as John's member grew yet again with the casting of his spell. His length surged with his concentration, yearning forward just enough to close the minuscule gap that had been left between the head of his member and his mother's bare stomach. His width, which had already been so impressive that his mother barely managed to wrap one of her hands all the way around it, fattened at the loss of his mana. Her fingers, which had just been long enough to touch when they curled around the thickness of his cock, were pulled apart by the abrupt growth in his nether regions. Her digits were **** to separate before her very eyes as his manhood flexed harder and harder in her grasp.

"Oh!" John managed to hear his mother exclaim when his balls dropped heavier into her cupping palm. He stood like that for a few minutes as his mother softly squeezed and rubbed across the new size of his package, exploring him with her hands for the time being. In the end, he didn't actually grow much for her. It had been a subtle amount and, if she hadn't been holding him in her hands, she might not have even noticed more than the fact that she couldn't grasp all the way around him. However... she was, so it made John grin slightly when he saw her jaw drop more and more as he played with him.

"It's..." she said after some time had passed.

"Magic," John confirmed and watched as she slowly looked up at John's face again. Her face wasn't blank or dazed when she saw him this time. If anything, the sudden casting of his abilities actually sobered her up a bit. She still had a slight slur if you knew how to look for it, and her face was fairly flushed, but he had her attention now. Which made it a good time to talk.

"...And I think it could be dangerous, Mom." That really sobered her up. "Especially if someone were to find out about my new powers. I mean, I don't even understand where they came from, but I feel like I might do some pretty crazy shit to find out." That statement felt truer than John realized after he finally said it. What would he have gone through to find out how he got his powers?

"Language!" His mother didn't miss a beat.

"I-... Sorry." He paused and put a hand over one of hers. The stroking at his cock slowly came to a stop. "What I'm saying is... If I would be willing to go through some crazy... stuff to find out how I got these abilities, then chances are other people would do even worse things... Probably to me." He slowly grabbed her other hand and squeezed both gently, his gaze burning down into hers by this point as he spoke, "So I need to know...

...Did you tell anyone about what you saw?"