Jeanne knew she shouldn’t be looking through her son’s things, but it was so hard to resist. She’d never been very good at resisting temptation, and her son had been acting very strange recently. The late nights, the aggressive and rude behavior...it was like she was watching one of those old television PSA’s on drugs right before her eyes. Jeanne opened the dresser drawer that had been there for years, since before her husband left. Moving aside the socks and underwear, she found several magazines that disgusted her (M.I.L.F. weekly and Little Lolitas? What was her son into?), but Jeanne wasn’t a prude and she knew that hiding pornography from their parents was a part of growing up as a teenage male. It was in a small hollowed out compartment under the magazines that her worst fears were realized. She found a small pharmaceutical bottle with a white label that read “VITAMINS”, written in marker on it by her son’s terrible handwriting. “Oh Jack...” she forlornly sighed, and headed back to her bedroom.

The bottle of pills was sitting in front of her vanity on the counter. There was no question that these pills were not vitamins. They were white, far too small, and they weren’t even in a packaged bottle like all real vitamins would be. The question was, what are they? Jeanne wasn’t completely opposed to a little pot now and again, but she had been pretty addicted to cocaine and codine when she was in college (hey, it was the eighties, everyone was doing it!) but she didn’t want her son to make the same mistakes as she did. She had heard about ‘x’ and it matched the general description of the pills, but there was only one way to find out. Throwing caution to the wind, she opened the bottle and popped the first pill. “I’ve got to find out what I’m dealing with if I ever want to help Jack,” she thought, justifying herself.

Moments passed. Nothing. The moments turned to minutes, minutes to an hour, when she couldn’t wait any longer. “I’ll take another one and see if that has any effect. In the mean time, this house isn’t going to clean itself...” Jeanne stood and began her daily routine. Jonathan had been quite wealthy when he left, and although she’d hate him for his abandonment until the day she died, she was grateful that he wasn’t a deadbeat. The money from the alimony and child support, along with the house they had already paid off, let her continue her life as ‘housewife’, cleaning and cooking for the kids. She had plenty of hobbies beside, but she just didn’t enjoy the 9-5 work life. Around 3 she began to prepare for her children to arrive home. They all took the same bus (even though her daughters Lilly and Cassidy were both much younger than Jack, to Jack’s constant consternation) and arrived around 4. Jack had his own car, but the school didn’t let him park it there.

By the time they had gotten home, Jeanne had decided not to confront Jack. After all, if the pills didn’t actually do anything, why bother? Chances are that she had over reacted and mistrusted her son for no reason- given the boost in energy she’d had all day (she even skipped lunch and barely noticed), Jeanne was feeling more and more silly about assuming the pills weren’t labeled exactly what they were- vitamins. “Lilly! Welcome home!” Jeanne shouted with unexpected zeal as her youngest daughter walked through the door. Wearing thigh-high school socks and skirt that was quickly become too small (they grow so fast, Jeanne thought) Lilly stood at about five feet and had long, blond hair that was currently made up into pig tails. “Hi Mommy!” she responded, her enthusiasm outpacing even her mother’s. Cassidy walked through next. She was going through her ‘goth’ phase, dressed in all black, hair dyed from her natural blond to a jet-black that cutely offset her naturally pale skin. “Hello Mother,” she said with a roll of her eyes, walking past her and straight to her bedroom. Jack was the last in, and didn’t say anything at all. He looked flushed (probably from all the exercises he’s been putting himself through, Jeanne thought, knowing her son was trying to ‘beef-up’ to impress the girls in his class) and, like his sister, moved directly for his bedroom.

Jeanne followed suit and went into her own bedroom. I’ll need some energy if I’m going to get dinner done by five, she thought, I’ll just take another of these vitamins. I skipped lunch, after all. She grabbed the pills and took another. Refreshed, she headed for the stairs to cook dinner. In the hallway to the stairs, she saw Jack step out of his room with a towel around his waist. “Hi Jack. That workout routine you’re on is really paying off!” Jeanne said amiably. “Thanks, mom.” Jack said curtly, then headed for the bathroom. Although she wasn’t sure, Jeanne could have sworn she saw a bulge in the towel. Strangely, the thought had the effect of instantly turning her on. It’s been WAY too long, Jeanne thought and continued on her way downstairs.

That night, when everyone was ready to sleep, Jeanne took out her old vibrator and began to rub her clit. I haven’t done this in ages, she thought, but I’m so fucking horny right now! She began to pump the plastic cock inside of her, harder and faster as she became more aroused. As she approached climax, the image of her son in his towel, with a large, throbbing bulge appeared in her head. The orgasm ripped through her with an unparalleled intensity, followed by several minutes of heavy breathing while sprawled out on the bed, the dildo still lodged in her cunt. As she regained her breath, Jeanne heard noises from the hallway. Grabbing her robe, she moved toward the door and slowly opened it. The sounds of sex were unmistakable. Even if the slapping of skin wasn’t a dead giveaway, the sound of moans (female moans) were coming from behind Jack’s door. Creeping up, Jeanne got to her knees and looked through the peephole.

Jack had the girl on all fours on his bed, and he was hammering away at her cunt. In his right hand he had a fistful of the girl’s black hair, his other hand was fondling one of her breasts as he fucked her. The girl’s face was away from the door, due to her hair being pulled, but even then the sound of her squealing was evident. What should I do, Jeanne thought, I can’t very well stop them mid coitus! As if on cue, Jack gruffly said “I’m going to cum. You want it on your tits or in you mouth?” he asked, letting go of her hair. “My mouth,” the small, familiar voice said. Cassidy got up, turned around and shoved the cock into her mouth until his balls were touching her chin. Jeanne could just make out the small bit of semen leaking from the corner of her mischievous smile as her son came into her daughter’s mouth.

Ashamed and aroused, Jeanne fell back from the door and scurried back to her bedroom. What the hell am I supposed to do about that, Jeanne worried, I mean I was prepared for him fucking some girl from school, but this? She sighed. There wasn’t a manual for children, and even if there was, it wouldn’t have prepared her for this. The most bizarre part of the whole encounter was how much it aroused her. She had just finished an orgasm, but she was already soaking wet. Well, no use losing sleep. I’ll figure it out tomorrow Jeanne thought as she popped another Vitamin and masturbated until she came and fell to sleep.

The next morning was extremely awkward for Jeanne. Jack and Cassidy didn’t act any differently than they always did (which was quite disturbing), but with increased scrutiny, their hands touching when Jack passed the milk and Cassidy leaning over to grab the cereal, brushing her breast against him. Jeanne was glad when they finally left for school, exasperated and worried about what she should do. The worry must have been getting to her, she was sweating more than usual. Maybe some vitamins will help... she thought, and raced upstairs to pop a few more of the pills. Sitting on her bed, Jeanne took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Glancing over at the side of her bed, the recently used vibrator was still there from last night. Maybe it’ll calm me down... Jeanne picked it up and began to rub her clit with it.

She didn’t get up from her bed until she heard the door open. “We’re hooooome!” she heard Lily’s chipper voice call out. Shit! I can’t believe I’ve been here since this morning... Jeanne hurriedly grabbed her house robe and ran downstairs. “Hey Mom.” Jack was already up the stairs and heading for his room. “You’re still not dressed?”

“Well...I, I’ve been feeling a little sick...” Jeanne stammered as Jack stepped toward her. He was uncomfortably close now, she could feel his breath on her cheeks. “You don’t look sick. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look better,” he said, glancing at her exposed cleavage. Jeanne hastily covered herself by clutching the robe together. “Well, thank you...” she said, practically in a whisper as she looked away, not understanding. “No problem, Mom.” Jack’s eyes rose to her face and he leaned in, kissing her on the lips, lingering far longer than was appropriate. “See you later...” he said, walking on to his room.

Jeanne hurried back into her bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. She was scared, disgusted and most of all excited. She ate a few more vitamins (She’d need to get more, they were quickly disappearing) and decided to relieve the rest of her stress. Why was she so aroused? Why couldn’t she get the thought of her son’s cum on her daughter’s lips out of her mind, or the bulge in his towel, or his lips on hers...Jeanne came again, and blacked out.

The creek of her door woke her up. It was dark, and she was hornier than she could ever remember being. A figure, masculine and large, entered. Judging by the frame it was Jack. He approached her bed and she lay in silence, her robe opened to expose her breasts and her cunt. “My pills are missing. If I had to guess who’s been snooping in my drawer, I’d guess it was you.” Jeanne could only answer with moan. Even the air on her nipples felt amazing. She forced three fingers into her cunt, and rubbed her clit as fast as she could with her other hand. “Well, that’s my answer,” Jack said with a grin while he pulled down his boxers, revealing a large, hard erection. “I’ll fuck you...but only if you suck my cock first,” he said.

Jeanne stopped, and looked over at Jack in what little light was let in from the hallway. His member was engorged and inviting. She slid off of the bed and knelt in front of him, her hand wrapping around the beautiful dick. She leaned in to take it into her mouth when she snapped out of her trance. “Wh...Jack? No, this is wrong, I can’t...” she trailed off, eyes reconnecting with his cock, desire overwhelming her. “Please don’t make me do this,” she said, nearly sobbing.

“The only way you’re going to feel better is to get fucked, and the only way I’ll fuck you is if you suck my cock. So suck.” He smiled cruelly and waited for the Vitamins to do their work. He didn’t have to wait long. Jeanne gave in with a grunt and slurped his cock into her mouth. “God...and here I thought I was going to have to teach you how to suck a cock...” She bobbed up and down, her hand following her mouth, saliva mixed with cum running down her cheeks. “There,” she gasped after a few minutes, “I’ve sucked your cock...please...” Jeanne looked up, eyes begging Jack to fuck her. “You don’t care that I’m your son?” Jack asked. “No...just fuck me,” Jeanne moaned and thought Oh god, I’m going to hell for this...

Jack grabbed her by the hair and stood her up, then spun her around and forced his cock into her cunt. He pumped viciously into her pussy, each thrust having more force than the last. She began to mew, almost pur, as he continued his brutal assault on her sex. “You sound just like Cass does,” he grunted while humping, “Like mother like daughter I guess. I didn’t even want to get you addicted. You did that by yourself. I checked the bottle earlier. It’s almost halfway gone! I’m surprised you still have cogent thoughts. Given a few days, even one pill is enough to arouse a woman completely. Two was all it took to make Cass my little bitch,” he groaned before finishing his sentence and she felt his cock twitch and unload into her pussy. The feeling was so intense that she came with him, the repulsion at fucking her own son still at the front of her mind. “I can’t imagine what so many will do to you...”