Nothing more permanent than a temporary solution

The proximity to such beautifull woman had taken its toll on Arn's body, and so, as his mother pulled his pants down, his equine phallus fell on top of her close face, reaching from her chin to the top of her head on a smooth movement, its weight making a clap sound. The vision was too erotic for Arn's inexperienced mind, and considering his new, stronger appetite, he could not avoid the clear, heavy drop of excitement that fell on his mother's forehead and began heading for her nose.

"W-What?..." his mother's mind seemed to have frozen in place, as if she could not sustain so many threads of thought.

He gave one step back involuntarily. As much as his body wanted to indulge its basest impulses and do something they would come to regret, to give in to the temptation here and now, to take his mother as his woman like this, would be to give the demon its victory, and that, he could not stomach to do.

"Son, how can this be? What cursed sorcery had that fiend done to you?" The truth seemed to befall his mother only now, seeing his equine rod, and smelling its foul sorcery. " It cannot stand this way, imagine what would happen if, during your wanderings in the town, some poor lass came to smell this? I am your mother, and Goddess forbid, I almost took you right here and now, what would a common woman do?" She shuddered, and Arn supposed she must be in shock still.

"No, it cannot continue like this". His mother took his shaft in her comparatively small hands, and before he could protest, began speaking again. "Stop fretting, son, from now on, I will take care of this, every night, to make sure you are not discovered outside this home, so heed me on this. You will await me here, every night, in your room, got it?"

"What about father? And Lilly?" Arn groaned under her ministrations, and another drollop fell on his mother's hands.

"We will do it late at night, and with only my hands, no one will suspect a mother caring for her son, as they should not." She moved her hands faster, circling both her hands through his shaft, melting his thoughts at these new sensations. " I am not cheating on your father after all, I am just helping my baby boy, as if I were feeding you, so you don't get hungry on the streets."

Any misgivings Arn could have had faded when faced with the pleasure he was feeling right now; his pale organ must have had its sensitivity increased a hundredfold. His touch could never compare to this. In this moment, all his aspirations, fears, and shame were reduced to dust. Here, he was just an animal, the demon had won, not in turning him, but in recruiting his mother in it's service, how could he resist this? How could he not return, begging for this again?

This continued for what seemed like a lifetime, his mother's eyes never leaving his manhood, and his never returning from wherever they went, behind his eyelids. Until...

"Mom! Wait, I--" He groaned and tried taking her hands away.

She looked around in panic, and, in a millisecond, hardened her gaze and opened her mouth just above his member, touching the almost flat tip with her tongue accidentally.

Arn could hold no more. The warmth and excitement from her tongue touching him like this drove him far beyond the edge, and as his testicles began contracting, he began plasting his mother's face with a bucket of semen, enough of it fell on her open mouth to fill it, but a large amount also painted her face a yellowish white, and coated even her hair with the vile substance.

As soon as he began climaxing, his mother began trembling uncontrollably, and when he filled her mouth, she swallowed involuntarily, and fell hard on the floor convulsing, shaking her hips up in a mismatched rhythm. Arn's worry suddenly overpowered his elation, which was no easy feat, and he rushed to help her.

His mother could only groan on the floor, her mind seemingly broken, as Arn's panic grew. Had he broken his mother? What would he tell his father? And his sister? And would he have her like this again? he could not help thinking.

After a few agonizing eternities like this, his mother's eyes could focus again, and she looked at him with a mixture of desire and fear.

"Never tell anyone about any of this, understood?" She said, trembling. " And more importantly, wait for me here tomorrow again."

He could only nod weakly. The mix of emotions he felt on this weird day had taken its toll on him, and he could feel his eyes closing, even though night was still far off. As sleep slowly took him, his last sight was his mother using his sheets to clean her soiled face before kissing him on the head and leaving his room.

What a strange day it had been.

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