Lilith checks her notes

Lilith’s hangover had finally cleared over. He hadn’t been able to do anything all day but sleep, including missing her trip to the glory hole. She was annoyed at herself for letting herself waste a day like that. Well she wasn’t going to let the night get away from her too so she pulled herself out of bed. The first thing she needed was a good meal. She didn’t bother pulling any clothes on as she remembered Claire mentioning they would both be out that night. She was a little worried about them but she trusted them enough as adults to look after each other.

She didn’t feel like cooking too much so she pulled some mixed veg and pre-cooked chicken out of the fridge and set them to cooking. Meanwhile she caught up on the chores she had been slacking off from for the day. It felt quite liberating to do all this in the buff. She considered just going nude whenever it was just the family in the house. It would certainly cut down on laundry. She would have to check with the doctor to see if it would be a help or hindrance to fixing John’s fixation first though.

Lilith thought about what to do with the evening. She finally decided it would be best to go over the research notes she had taken last night so she was prepared for the appointment the next day. She went back to her bedroom to find her phone and switched on the app. She braced herself to hear possibly embarrassing information about her son and pressed the playback.

‘John reeeallly loves titties.’ Well that wasn’t what she was expecting to start things off. Well she already knew that about John but the way Lilith had said it took her by surprise. She seemed excited and already very drunk. ‘Titties’ wasn’t a word she’d ever use when she was sober. A deep feeling of dread suddenly came over her that she couldn’t shake.

‘John likes sliding his cock between big jugs.’ Again her voice echoed out in that same seductive tone. It was strange hearing her voice say things she would never consider saying. The message itself was pretty obvious though. She could infer as much herself.

‘John wants to dominate multiple women together.’ Now this was something new she was learning about John. Lilith was actually pretty relieved to hear this. Dominance and threesomes were pretty common male fantasies. It wasn’t anything disturbing to hear and might be useful information for the doctor.

‘Maybe I should set him up a birthday threesome with me and Claire.’ Her following suggestion on the other hand took her completely off guard. Maybe John wasn’t the messed up one here if she was the one suggesting ****. His birthday was coming up pretty soon. She couldn’t imagine what had driven her to believe that was a good idea.

‘John is an incredible kisser.’ What did that mean? Had she asked John about it or… It seemed way more likely they had kissed. Well she admitted it was unfortunate but they had been drinking. Kissing was a surprisingly common thing for drunk people to do. Besides it wasn’t exactly worse than him watching her shower every day.

‘Mmm, fuck. John’s cock is amazing. It feels so good in my fat ass.’

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Lilith couldn’t believe what she just heard. She couldn’t process what she just heard. There was no way she could have… There was no way… Even if this was kind of drunken joke she was playing on herself this was too much. The idea that Lilith and her son had… Completely unnecessarily, images started to flood her brain. Her bending forward, presenting her ‘fat ass’ for John to thrust his cock into, moaning as he pounded her backside over and over again. It was too much for her but she couldn’t banish the thought. Even now, the notes continued to play.

‘Aah, aah. I’m John’s little slut. I need his cock. Oh, fuck. I’d do anything to get his cock inside me. Ah, fuck me, fuck me. I need his cum. It tastes so good. Please, fuck me like the little cum-slut I am. Squeeze my tits. Fuck my ass. I need your cock.’

The words kept hammering away at her ears, worming their way into her mind. There was no way to possibly accept what she was hearing. The scene grew so vivid in her mind. Each thrust accentuated by her very real moans emanating from her phone.

Just what had happened last night? Had things gone so awry that her worst fears had been realised? Had she really got her own son drunk and seduced him into the most disgusting of acts? Why could she not remember this most important of events? Something unspeakable had happened in that bedroom that night and Lilith had disgraced herself as a mother.

Lilith was drenched in a cold sweat. She was hyperventilating. She couldn’t keep herself from shaking at the thought of what she had done. She needed help. She needed to talk to someone before the pressure building inside her drove her mad. She needed to speak to doctor Valentine. It was too late to contact her now. She would have to wait until the appointment tomorrow and hope she didn’t crack by then.

Having not wanted to waste the evening, now she wanted nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep and forget everything she had learned but she knew that wouldn’t change what had happened. She threw herself down on the bed and tried to **** herself to sleep. She tried her best to supress the images that pushed their way to the forefront of her mind.

Even aside from those images, there was something else there that left her restless. A sort of empty feeling in her chest that she couldn’t quite place, as though she was missing something or had forgotten something she needed to do. It was as though she was unfulfilled, but she couldn’t think of anything she had needed to do today. It was a feeling even harder to ignore than her dread and it left her tossing and turning for a long time as her grave imagination took its toll on her. Eventually, after what felt like hours she managed to fall into sleep, though not a restful one.

In her dream, she was in that same position over the desk. This time her disgust and anxiety were supressed with her sleeping conscious. To her dream-self, all that mattered was the pleasure that filled her body with every thrust. She couldn’t see the man behind her but she knew it was her son with a face contorted in the same pleasure. It felt so real as his cock painfully **** its way into her tight ass. She could hear a distant echo of words and she tried to listen to what they said. Though the sound barely reached her, she could hear the words perfectly.

‘I’m John’s little slut’ That didn’t seem right. There was something wrong about those words but in her current state she couldn’t bring herself to figure out what that was. She was a slut. That was her dream. There was no denying that.

‘I need his cock’ That’s right. For a slut like her, the most important thing was cock. She couldn’t be a slut without cocks to pleasure. She really did need his cock.

‘I’d do anything to get his cock inside me’ A person was nothing without her purpose, and for a slut like her, that purpose was cock. She would do anything to fulfil her purpose. Something still niggled inside her like there was something wrong with all this.

He pushed deep inside her, his thighs smacking hard against hers. It felt so good to let go and so difficult to think. Everything but the pleasure and the voice blurred in some surreal mixture.

‘I need his cum’ That’s right. If she fulfilled her purpose as a slut, the semen would be a sign of her success. It was only natural she needed his cum.

‘It tastes so good’ She felt the taste of it in her mouth. It did taste good. It was her treat for being a good little slut.

‘Fuck me like the little cum-slut I am’ It was all she needed to do. It was her dream, her ambition, her purpose. She loved cum and she loved making men cum.

‘Squeeze my tits. Fuck my ass’ It all felt so good. Her fat, sensitive tits. Her tight, fuckable ass. Her body was built for this. It all became so clear.

‘I need your cock’ She needed his cock so bad. She could feel his cock inside her. He was her son. It was all coming together.

‘I’m John’s little slut’

She was John’s mother.

Before a mother, she was a slut.

She was John’s slut.

No, there was something wrong. That feeling got washed away as intense orgasm ripped through her body. She felt his cock twitch inside him as he dumped a warm load into her backside. How could something that felt so right be wrong?

For a moment, the action paused, the distant echoes stopped. Once again that restless feeling descended upon her. An empty feeling on her chest telling her there was something missing but it was so difficult to remember. For a brief moment she became lucid. This was all wrong. This needed to stop. But as quickly as she became aware, the dream started to pull her in again. He started pushing in on her again, starting the cycle anew. The distant whispers began again.

The scene played out throughout the night. Over and over he ploughed into her, infusing her soul with mind-numbing pleasure. There was no break or recovery time. She could do nothing but submit as he took her body and the voices rolled over in her mind. In the end she loved every second of the nightmare.