The Neural Implant

Sitting alone at home in his messy room, Alex was miserable. Expelled from school for 16 weeks. Both hands were completely unresponsive, just dead fleshy weights hanging from his wrists. His dick was hot and turgid, there was no way to sleep and no way to relieve himself unless... No, he wouldn't give in. He wouldn't call his mother for "help". She's drifting away from the mom that he remembered and changing into an evil sex crazed beast... It was ridiculous to think that a medical doctor would treat him this way. Alex needed a diversion to keep his mind occupied until exhaustion could overtake his heightened libido.

Oil painting was right out without the use of his hands, or using the internet for that matter. Looking around the clutter, Alex settled on his swim trunks. If he could wiggle out his street clothes, the swim trunks would be more practical for the bathroom, for bathing, and staying decent if anyone came by. Besides, he may be able to still do some swimming without the use of his hands and burn off his aimless energy. Gracelessly, Alex kicked off his shoes by placing one foot against the other, then sliding his socks down and off with his toes. The white polo shirt was harder, using his teeth to pull on the collar an inch at a time. By persistence and a lot of wiggling, along with pressing against some furniture edges, his docker pants and shirt came off. The underwear wasn't hard at all in comparison. After the speedo swim trunks came on, he felt a bit better and pleased with his progress. His dick, seemed to settle down after all this exertion. Luckily, his door handle was a lever and not a knob so he was able to amble out of his bedroom and make his way to the yard.

The side yard was close clipped under the moonlight as the auto-mower quietly ambled slowly in choreographed patterns. Northern highbush Blueberry plants were neatly trimmed along the south edge, lit up by floral accent lights. A berry-bot from the County Extension office dangled its spindly long and delicate legs between the rows and did its intricate dance of snip, cut, mist, zap bug and collect berries. The privacy fence facing the road was Osage orange with thick posts and tall slatted boards. It didn't hide what Alex was up to from the house, however. From the kitchen window, Eva caught sight of her son's movements under the pool lights as they transitioned from blue to green and white. She smiled and slipped to her master bedroom. Quickly shedding her light and frilly summer dress, she strode into her walk-in closet and perused her swimwear. Her favorite was a tight one-piece with a deep plunge, too small for her now though. It lifted and **** her burgeoning breasts tightly together. It was definitely much tighter to squeeze into than before, as her breasts had grown another cup size in the last 2 weeks. Leaving the wrist remote on her nightstand, Eva glided downstairs eschewing a towel in her haste.

Stepping out onto the deck, Eva giggled and dipped her toes into the water, bending her slender calves and hunching forward. The water was cold, but that didn't stop her. Pausing, letting her decolletage frame a perfect portrait to her son's surprised gaze, she quipped " A midnight dip is so romantic, Alex". Lowering herself more into the water, her legs slipped down under the waterline and her suit's dampness slowly crept up from her crotch to her torso. The shock of the cold brought her nipples out, urgently erect in the slight breeze. She walked across the pool bottom toward Alex, then stopped directly over a light Alex saw the hunger in her eyes and followed her gaze down to his swim trunks, dismayed. He backed away until he reached the pool's edge, the water was just about 4-1/2 feet and lapping the edge. Eva let him gaze at her for a long moment, then moved again toward her son. Alex raised his right arm and supported it onto the deck, to allow him leverage to clamber/jump out of the pool. Awkwardly, he managed to turn and sit on the edge with his calves and feet still in the pool. He didn't trust a swim with her; she looked... determined.

By this time, Eva had reached Alex and moved between his splayed legs. Her entire suit was soaked from being in the pool, her skin cold and wet and her face a bit whitish blue, with some red at her cheeks. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she hugged him close. His cock had come alive again when Eva made her appearance at the pool. Thick and fully aroused, it pitched his trunks. Her wet one-piece framed her cleavage as it burrowed around his groin. Alex stared down at his mother, watching her chest bulge around his hard shaft. The water splashed from the impact; he groaned in helpless ecstasy with his flopping hands hanging uselessly at his sides. Eva wiggled, then bounced a bit and pushed trying to seat him perfectly in her cleavage. Pursing her lips, she lifted her arms and used her fingers to pry open her cleavage. She pulled her breasts apart and then reached into her son's trunks. Fishing his cock past the trunks, she dove the head of his cock directly between her big breasts. Pushing it deeper and deeper into her cleavage she paused, smiled, then flipped his cock up onto the chest and slapped a tit wetly with a smack. "Warm me up, baby", she crooned. Impatiently, she began to alternate slapping her breasts with his cock with diving it into her suit-**** bulging cleavage.

Alex was frozen in the image standing in the pool before him. Her wet suit under the moonlight made her tits look so god-damn big and succulent. They were bulging right around his dick and he couldn't believe how much it aroused him. He began panting and his head was feverish. Alex began sweating and an involuntary flexing of his buttocks followed his mother's ministrations. She abandoned slapping her fat jugs with his cock as it began to flow with pre-cum. Instead, she pried her cleavage open again with her fingers and nestled his cock squarely where it belonged, tight on her sternum and wrapped completely by her voluptuous breasts. Looking into his face, watching his eyes track her chest movements, she starting hunching her tits in vivid fuck motions Up and down, she fucked his cock slowly with her tits. A faint blessing aroma wafted up. Gathering speed, she moved her hands to support her suit's overburdened boning and started squeezing her breasts together. Bulging further, they caressed his cock and Eva's increased movements grew rougher. Still staring, she grunted and caught his eyes, they finally left the scene of her cleavage and they looked at one another. He saw her desire burning in her eyes and felt her tits slapping urgently against his cock. Her smile opened into a moan and she increased her speed again. Forcing her torso hard, down onto his lap and then thrusting up in syncopatic rhythm. Again, and again she fucked with her tits. The moaning got louder and Alex had to join her, the feelings were too intense. The cold was gone and it was simply the heat of fucking that consumed them.

"Do it", Alex murmured. "Do it". He gave in and accepted her dominion over him. He wanted to be constrained and fucked. Tit-fucked. He lay back and lowered his arms to the ground. Eva leaned farther forward, still fucking him with her tits. Releasing her hands from the sides of her breasts, she reached out and grabbed onto his arms, pinning them to his sides. Totally caught, Alex flopped his waist like a fish out of water as her tits relentlessly pummeled his cock. He craned his neck and caught her stare again.

"Cum now!" she moaned at him, "Cum on your mother's tits!". She slowed a bit and hunched her shoulders to increase the pressure. Alex couldn't refuse that command. His cock erupted down in her cleavage, spurting up and onto her chest. Then back down and up he pulsed cum in powerful squirts. He kept fucking her tits long after all the cum had sprayed from his eager balls. She let go, launched herself back into the pool and let it wash the cum away. Her skin was warm and steamy. Her ardor satisfied, she let him stumble up and back into the house where he finally could collapse into sleep.