Panic!

"Oh," William heard his mother say as she stood up from her make-up table and turned toward him, right after taking a big swig out of her coffee cup. The cup that contained the coffee he had brewed that morning, as well as a large dose of his semen.

His magic semen.

Well, magic according to William's grandfather. With the power to command any woman who ingested his sperm, William's life would be amazing! He'd be rich! He'd be neck deep in pussy! But his mother?

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" William's mother's voice snapped him back to reality. She crossed the room and felt his forehead with her palm, "You don't feel warm."

"I-I-I'm okay," he stammered, "I was just looking for my, uh, coffee."

"Oh, did you make this?" he watched her take another long drink, "It's marvelous. I know I should have asked, but I was in such a rush, and it smelled so good."

William managed a weak smile as he imagined gobs and gobs of his semen washing down his mother's throat, which was both horrifying and arousing.

"Would you like it back?" his mother asked, smirking, holding the almost empty cup out to him.

"Um, no," he said, returning her smile, not sure how he should handle the situation.

"Then there's no issue," she said, throwing back the rest of the coffee/semen mix.

She handed her son the empty mug, patted him on the cheek, then walked past him to the hallway. William watched her stride confidently away from him, her rear end swaying in her grey pant suit. There was no way for him to know if he'd inherited his grandfather's power, if there had ever even been a power, unless he tried something. Knowing that his mother was his best bet at figuring things out, panic rising in his throat, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

He said...