Ernest Tries His First Cosmopolitan

"O-Okay," Ernest nervously replied. Kris was thoroughly knocked out, and he knew her mom wouldn't note anything special about his raging hard-on, but it still felt wrong to lust after Kris' mom like this... especially while he was still soaked in Kris' sweat and lubrication. He looked about for his clothes only to realize that they were on the bed, also coated in jizz; the two had cycled through much of Kris' towels and wardrobes trying to keep the bed from taking on semen before they were both too enraptured to care. Ernest was going to have to stay in the buff for now; wishing clean clothes that weren't necessary seemed cruelly petty to do to Jessica.

"Come on, then," she chastised before grabbing Ernest's moist dick like a handle and leading him out of the bedroom by it.

His sex-addled brain took a moment to have issue with it. "W-What-?!"

"I mean it, she's exhausted," the older redhead growled, "and my baby needs her beauty sleep."

Why was she holding Ernest's dick, though?! His teenage mind continued to race... and his balls continued to ache as he felt the stimulation of a firm, adult grip. She finally released him, but only once they were in the kitchen and escaped from the pheromone-pumped room. That, and the panic of being discovered or getting intro trouble, made him remember that small pile of wishes made since they last met... but then again, no one would bother her about the shivering and dripping now, right? They were a result of the wishes, after all... but Jessica would still-

"What's your poison, eh.... ooh, sorry, what's your name again?" Xenia winced visibly as she worked behind the kitchen bar. "I promise you, she's not bringing men home, I'm just... I don't know how I forgot it." She covered her mouth as she sniffed... and took in another hit of the stink that rolled off Ernest's well-rode cock. Her body shuddered imperceptibly as the embarrassed teen racked his brain.

"Ernest Redmond," he slowly replied. His eyes wandered over the bar; he was still unsure how to answer her actual question... or why she'd grab his cock like she did. How did he word his last wishes about how she perceived him? How could any of that translate to her behavior now?

She winked at his discomfort. "Cosmopolitan it is; it was my first drink, so it should be just fine for you."

"T-That's okay, ma'am, I'm not-"

"Please," she chastised as her hands became a blur of bottles and pouring, "just call me Xen."

Ernest swallowed hard. "Okay... Xen. W-Well, what exactly do you know about, uh... Kris and I?"

"'Kris and I?' I didn't know you... well! Shows how much she tells her sweet old mom," she grumbled.

Ernest tried to wave off his implication as she rounded the corner... somehow already with two picturesque, ruby-colored cosmopolitans served in frosted martini glasses. "No, we're not- oh wow, those look professionally- wait, it's still the morning!"

"It's okay if you are, I was a bartender, and we're both off today," she answered respectively. "Besides, you're way too nervous... so if we're going to spend the day off together, I'm keeping you relaxed until Kristy wakes up again."

"K-Kristy?" Despite his time with her, it was still hard to imagine the dour goth so perkily named--ooh, the drink was surprisingly light and tasty--and the thought brought a smile to Ernest's face. He went ahead and sipped the entire glass empty; he blinked as he felt a bit of a burning sensation in his throat, but was otherwise unphased by it. It did have ****, right? Maybe this was a prank by the mom; he felt heat rise to his cheeks as he realized she was staring at him. "I-Is something wrong?"

"You're... supposed to sip it," she chuckled, handing him hers. Ernest grew warmer as he realized his error... and not from the ****. After all, it was poison... and he was now immune to poison.

Ernest went to sip it... only she took the opportunity to lower her head and, with further ado, stuff her face against the base of his crotch in a way all too reminiscent of his encounter with Frost back at the school. Ernest choked on, and barely managed to swallow, the entire drink again before looking down, unsure of what to even say.

"So have you started to apply to any universities yet?" she casually asked before snorting the sex on him. It was the pheromones; it had to be!

But he wished them away... so why was this still happening?! More, that meant that now his pheromones were no longer causing any notice... so how far did that mean Kris' mom was going to take this-?

As if in reply, Xenia stripped her skirt away with a snap of her fingers and a toss; she pulled away from him only long enough to peel the blouse up and off of her tight body in a smooth motion to join the skirt on the tiled ground. She glanced up at him with a blithe smile, now in her bra and panties, and approached Ernest's fully erect shaft as she so innocently cuddled it on her cheek. Wafting up to Ernest’s nose was the sweet scent of a woman warmed. Kris' mom smelled nice... and it was hard to argue that he couldn't do at least some stuff while he waited for Kris to wake up... wasn’t this just more magical experimentation? Ernest's conscience, wounded but not yet slain, raised a bevy of issues with that reasoning.

She removed her lacy, black bra, revealing small, B-cup breasts on her freckled body. "You take your **** surprisingly well," she whispered.

Ernest nodded dumbly until he remembered: **** was a poison. He’s immune to poisons now. Did this mean he'd never be able to enjoy anything intoxicating...? Was it all technically poison? Ernest felt cheated...

... but he didn’t have to keep that feeling. Not anymore.

What was one more wish, Jessica? "I wish poisons would affect me how I wanted them to."

There, that should-

Whoa.

The wish now hinged on what Ernest wanted... and Ernest wanted to relax, to enjoy a good buzz, and to be loosened up enough to get rid of his nervous shyness... and that nervous shyness was potent.

So the **** became more potent... until not a single nerve still shook.

Ernest swooned until he nearly fell over, held upright solely by a concerned, and then amused, Xenia. "Well! Just took a moment I guess... here, come lay on my bed until you get your bearings..."

"Hooooh yeaaah," Ernest slurred, giggling, "I betcha I kn.. I know wuht's gun... gun happen now!"

"Oh, do you?" Xenia chuckled. Kids these days, she mused as she continued to pump his cock while leading him away: they say some pretty bold things, huh? She was just putting him to bed, of course; nothing weird or sexual, at least not the way he meant it. What a cocksure youth! She flicked his erect head with her thumb a few times, earning shivers from Ernest until he finally collapsed, face first, onto her bed.

Xenia's room was a stark contrast to Kris': everything was the color of peach or cream, from the walls to the wood finish of the furniture, even down to the pale sheets of the bed Ernest was now half-buried in. Behind him, his hostess shot her panties down her legs, revealing a trail of drooling femcum that broke as the panties were abandoned. She left the panties, and their telltale puddle, on the floor as she flipped the equally naked Ernest onto his back. His cock flopped into view; she licked her lips as she began to crawl up his body. She took a long moment at his crotch, snorting again at the mileage-heavy penis, before continuing her journey towards Ernest's face... and lining that fine dick up with the hole that birthed her well-fucked daughter on the other side of the house.

An utterly smashed Ernest just laughed at the scenario; this was so dumb! How was this happening? So dumb... and so hot. "Fuck, I... I wish-whoops! Don't go wishing, Ernie," he laughed stupidly at his own joke, "Jessica will be miiiiighty mad..."

"Who's Jessica?" mildly asked the mom who was now sliding her clit up the bottom of his cock on her way up to engulf him. "Your girlfriend?"

"One day, I... you know what? Soon! I mean yeah!”

"A hard-to-catch lover, hmm?" Her moan dragged out as an exhale as she slowly inched her way down, bringing Ernest closer and closer to her baby factory. Unlike Kris, she still had her usual, copious moisture... but Ernest's twitching cock was about to replace it. More dangerously, he was going to spew quite a bit of magically-enhanced sperm into the woman whose womb had synced with her daughter's thanks to the two living together permanently.

"Yeah... I wish sheh knew how much aI wanted her." He didn't even contemplate his word choice, now. "She'sh just... y'know? She's too good fer... fer me."

"Don't... b-be ridicu... lous... mmm." Xenia bit her lip as she enjoyed the sensation in her crotch.

"Yeah! Yer nice, Mrs. Crow." Ernest was feeling great, so shouldn't Kris' mom, too?

"It's just Xen to yooOOUUU-aah! Aaah!" The older woman's body convulsed as she casually spoke with Kris' troubled young friend. Ernest had fired her first orgasm given to her by a man--Kris' father was a terrible lover, as was the short path of men after him--and she quaked as her innards drenched the tool lodged inside her.

But her mind wasn't on these totally normal things: what was she going to tell this teen about love that she herself didn't even believe? She was in no mood to fake being a love guru, but maybe she could help Ernest get a confidence boost, at least? She continued to buck her hips, unaware and uncaring that she was going to be impregnated in her late thirties.

"Felt good, right? It's cuz of this," he said with a chuckle, willing into view the emerald-eyed ring.

Xenia stared at it in mild curiosity... and despite that it had blinked into existence, as Ernest's wish dictated, she found nothing odd about it. "It's a pretty ring, but... what are you talking about?" Her body lunged back as another crack of his orgasmic whip hit her... and at two orgasms, the cock inside her started to feel unnaturally good.

"Y-Yeah, you.... aah... you can't even know what I'm talking about, but it's a big deal, I assure... you... fuck, you're really... g-good..." Drunk or not, her pheromones were in full effect, now... as were his. He barely registered that he was starting to ejaculate inside her, and the consequences of that were now firmly beyond their newfound wasteland of **** and pheromones.

She leaned forward again on the drunken father of whoever would be born from the millions of sperm now crowding her cervix. Bits of drool trickled from both corners of her mouth as she tried to keep the conversation going.. "W-Well, young man, I ha... happen to have seen quite a bit in... my day... fuck..."

"I mean it, though, it's... watsh this: I wish your tits were huge!"

Huge was relative, but the ring could about approximate. Suddenly Xenia was leaning forward as her EE-cup monsters drooped and sagged onto Ernest's own chest. She moaned at the sudden **** of what her body had become, but he just as quickly added, "I wish your tits were back to normal! Hah!"

Indeed, her breasts returned to normal... but her expression remained coyly amused. "You're so silly... I'm glad my daughter has such g-good classmates... like y-y-youuuu..." Her voice trailed as she began to buck towards another orgasm, this time just from the touch of Ernest; at three orgasms so far, she already felt a belligerent arousal at his touch, and it was going to compound itself in her body as her clutching birth canal twisted and squeezed his touch inside her.

A drunken sigh of relief from Ernest was short-lived; he was eager to shoot off inside the MILF once again, and the stink of a bitch needing to be bred was too much for his body to ignore. He reached up and hooked her hips to begin gyrating her waist manually. She had bottomed out on him, and he could tell she still had depths to plum now that arousal had so thoroughly expanded her quim. The desire to fill her completely made the next wish seem simple enough. “I wish my cock was bigger!”

“O-Oh,” she squealed as Ernest’s wish, once again left to the ring’s judgment, was granted: already at seven inches, “bigger” had to mean both length and girth, right? So he gained three inches in length... and half as much in circumference, nearly doubling its girth. “Honey... ah... you don’t need... hooooo... a big... fucking cock to... shit-!” The mother of one could hardly think straight now that Ernest had stretched her with an appendage just shy of being wrist-wide; he helped her accept it with an orgasm.

“Hhnnng!”

And another one...

“N-Nuh... uh...!”

And one more.

“Fuck, yer so tigh... hnngg...!” The wasted teen’s ability to resist coming too soon proved even more fickle now as he blasted her, this time with over an inch of his cock still outside and his pisshole pressed hard against the entrance to her womb. The cervix had not passed a child for eighteen years, but it was still limber enough to buckle ever so slightly under this ****; it widened to accept much of the blasted load. The lining of her uterus became caked in white as millions of fertile swimmers joined the ongoing hunt for the egg. That **** egg, one of the last to be minted by these ovaries, was halfway down when it was greeted by an oncoming torrent of white.

“It’s tuh... thuh s-stress,” she whispered moistly as she drooled on her own left tit... and with the gentlest tug on his meat with her exhausted vaginal walls, came on her own. Whatever sense she was making of their experience, it was slowly fading as she was buried by the ecstasy of Ernest’s contact.

“Haaah,” Ernest sloppily sighed. He reached up and tugged on her nipples, urging her down to bring her sloppy, saliva-coated lips to his. He tasted her spit and giggled as his tongue went diving for more; she returned the feeling as she began daintily shifting her hips, wincing and moaning as she felt more of the rod of iron trapped inside her. She moaned her next orgasm into his mouth, without any help from him aside from his touching, and Ernest reveled in the sound of her pleasure.

“Aah... I’m... making... l-la... lasagna, tonight, if yooouuuuu want to... cum...!” She bucked again, and now Ernest knew her pleasure would grow exponentially as long as he stayed in her. A small, sober part of him thought mercy might require pulling out now... but that wasn’t the part that was being massaged by her climaxing, stretched cunt. “It’s-!” she gasped, “i-it’s a fav-favorite of... Kristy’s... but don’t tell her I saaaAaaaaiid that... fuck...!”

“Kristy? Oh...” That’s right; she was still asleep in the next room! Thinking about that sexy goth... and the anal he was about to enjoy... raised a simple desire. “I wish she was here to join us,” he throatily declared. Flopped upon the bed by Ernest, and still asleep, appeared the drenched and ravaged goth. Ernest drunkenly recalled that this was her mother he was fucking, now; wouldn't she be bothered? "I wish she was totally fine with us fucking," he muttered as he rolled like a gator with prey, bringing the shivering MILF back down to the bed and half on top of her daughter.

Wishes conflicted over Xenia's mind; sex was still sex with meaning, but this rutting was nothing of note... so where did "fucking" fall now? "W-Well you beheeEEeeetter mean what we're doing right... now," she stammered as her next orgasm was already building, "because I won't tolerate that k-kind of disrespect, mister."

Ernest was left confused and chuckling by her threat. In return, he willed orgasms into both Crowleys: Xenia, who was growing too tired to continue thrashing as pleasure burned Ernest's will into her nerves, and Kris, whose waist merely bucked helplessly as she was stirred from sleep by a sharp climax. Her sleepy eyes rose from the sheets... passed her mom's moaning, tongue-lolling face... found Ernest railing said mom... and a certain wish conflict didn't play out so well this time. "This is... wh...?" She was alright with Ernest fucking her mom... yet she could keenly remember a time when she wouldn't be. What had changed her mind? She was in on the short list that could create this bizarre double standard... but then Ernest's hand drifted over and dragged a knuckle across her cheek in a token caress. Her body shivered as it threatened to peak again just at that touch... what had happened to her?!

But now both women were soaked and soaking Ernest in turn: fluids and pheromones filled the master bedroom, and the cream-colored sheets were growing damper by the second. Drunk on wish-enhanced booze and smells, Ernest popped out the mewling mom and, with a sharp tug, tried to pull Kris onto her mom. "W-What are you doing?" the goth pleaded through the growing orgasm of just Ernest's pulling.

Oh right... she's not into that. "I wish you tuhwo... uh... were just like... madly in love with each other!"

"What-?" Xenia looked to her daughter, now awkwardly placed across her belly, with a newfound emotion... an insane, forbidden urge. What was this?

Kris, on the other hand, knew exactly what this was... and her stomach threatened to turn at the realization of it. "No-" But being on top of her most earnest love and desire, despite this being her only real family, despite the source... was enough to push her over the edge as Ernest continued to handle her.

Ernest could barely register Kris' protest; the adoration and pleasure radiating from both girls was far clearer evidence. Ernest slowly maneuvered himself while holding Kris, doing his best to get her into a 69 position on top of her own mother while willing another series of orgasms into the girls. He'd fuck them both stupid with how much pleasure he'd pour into them; this was amazing! He always wanted to give his lovers pleasure; it had become an obsession for him, though such fantasies had never even dreamed of including Kris Crow, much less her mom. But the shivering, moaning bodies in his clutches told him this was good, and he was also having a good time, so what was there to worry about? "Wuhishes are... awesum, hah!" he giggled through the haze of intoxication. He spread Kris' ass cheeks and positioned to fuck her again; he willed more orgasms into her as he lubed his cock with her newly soaked pussy (still positively lousy with John's sperm) while he pressed a thumb against her donut hole.

Beneath his balls, a joyful, once-single Xenia happily ate her daughter's pussy... not because the pheromones demanded it, but because love demanded it. "Oh Kristy, do you also feel... hah.... hah!" Xenia's worried questions fell as John's knee resting against her shoulder was now enough to begin driving her over the edge... so of course, his wide hands on Kris' ass cheeks rendered her silent except for a twitching, shrieking pleasure. With her own heart's desire--her mother's cum-soaked cunt-- now in her face and drowning her in even more of Ernest's scent, even the semi-aware Kris couldn't resist; she carefully pressed a once-bicurious tongue against the flared clit before her, and the two Crowleys were now linked with their faces in one another's crotches, each lapping up what leftover seed poured post-fertilization.

Above that mortal sin, Ernest prepared to commit sodomy as the slick head of his cock began to inch into Kris' virgin sphincter.