Take a break.

You bite your lower lip until it bleeds, the pain breaking through the fuck fog so you can think clearly again. You have all week to indulge in your sick, sordid fantasies. Why go braindead on day one?

"Thanks, Becca. Why don't you make me a drink and some lunch while we recharge?" You give her a playful swat on the ass that sends her scurrying to the kitchen. You move over to the easy chair and take a deep breath, allowing your post coital bliss to wash over you and try to will your cock down to a more manageable state. Of course when "Becca" comes back with a soda and sandwich, your cock springs right back to attention. You are pleasantly surprised to see it's now almost five inches long!

"Sorry it juss soda, stud. You should avoid booze for today. Oooh an' I see someone's already enjoying one of the side effects. If you pace yourself, you might end up with a cock about my size. The girls will love that!" You can't believe your mom kept this hidden from you all these years. Your dad you expect it from, but you can't believe mom didn't share this with you long ago so you could have had a shot with all the girls you only dreamt about. You make a silent promise to really make her pay this week, all at your own pace of course...

"That's enough of Becca, Mom. I'm bored of her. I want you to find one of Brandi's sluttiest club outfits so I can 'catch' you sneaking in past curfew. And you're not allowed to be lubed, I want to punish fuck that cunt." You see her open her mouth to respond then think better of it and just nod before heading up to her room. You feel pretty proud of yourself, save a nagging niggling worm of guilt for torturing your doting mother.

Not so guilty that you stop of course. No, you show her no mercy as you pound your "sister's" slutty ass for sneaking in after curfew. You forbid her to cum, then aim your swelling cock at her sissygasm button over and over again, listening to her whimper and yelp as she fights back the pain and pleasure of your raw, ravishment. By the time you cum she is **** back tears, but you just remind yourself she kept the power of these pills from you and wipe your now seven inch cock clean in her hair. "Get yourself cleaned up. I want you to pretend to be my hot home economics teacher Ms. Charlotte. Rumor is she likes girls but I'm going to fuck her straight after I finish the steak dinner she makes for me. Got it?"

Again your mother bites her tongue and nods meekly. You tell yourself she is used to taking orders from a real man, and go take a cold shower to cool off.

By the time you finish your steak, you are starving for Ms. Charlotte's dessert. You take her on the table, spilling your mothers face in your half eaten mashed potatoes, deciding coldly it won't be the grossest thing she's had on her face today. Again you order her not to cum and again you pound her hard, now with a cock just as big and thick as her clit. You finish on her face, roaring triumphantly, "Here's some gravy for your mashed potatoes!"

Your mother looks sad as she finishes her mashed potatoes and gravy, scooping it off her face and into her trembling lips. You down the rising feelings of regret, and feeling suddenly exhausted, excuse yourself for the night.

You put it down to a combination of the pills and the "exercise" but you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to shower and get to bed. The moment your head hits the pillow you fall into a deep, dreamless slumber...

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