Chapter 1

Jared had always been an unconventional thinker, even as a child. He would spend hours in his room, tinkering with chemicals and concocting strange potions. It was this curiosity that led him to become a university researcher, specializing in the development of new pharmaceuticals. And it was this same curiosity that drove him to create something truly revolutionary: the Sandman’s Promise.

The Sandman’s Promise was a sleepwalking agent unlike any other. It made its subjects enter a deep, suggestive sleepwalking state for an entire twelve hours, allowing them to experience vivid dreams and perform complex actions without any memory of doing so upon waking. Jared had tested the drug extensively, and found no side effects and no trace of it in the subject’s systems once the effect had worn off.

As Christmas approached, Jared saw an opportunity to use his creation on his mother, Patty. His father, Ben, was away on a business trip for his charity, raising awareness for those less fortunate. It was the perfect time for Jared to act on his long-held desires.

The agent was colourless, odourless and tasteless, making it exceptionally easy to drug someone’s food or drink with it.

Jared spent the week leading up to Christmas meticulously planning every detail of his scheme. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to his mother while she was in her suggestive sleepwalking state. He had always fantasized about her, ever since he could remember. The thought of being able to make love to her, without her knowing or remembering, was too tempting to resist, especially now that his father was away, as he slowly measured out the dose he spiked his mothers drink with, whilst she was in a bathroom. Once he was done he sat back on the sofa, watching the yearly Christmas festivities of floats on the TV, as nonchalant as he dared to be.

His mother soon returned to the living room, a contented smile on her face. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes closing briefly as the warmth of it spread through her. Jared smiled inwardly, knowing that within a minute or two the fast acting agent would present the first signs of a sleepwalking state.

As he watched her, she began to yawn uncontrollably, her head tipping back as her body relaxed deeper into the couch. Jared’s heart raced with anticipation as he waited for the moment when he could finally act on his desires. He closed all the curtains for privacy and shut off the TV, issuing his first command “undress”.

His mother, in her suggestive sleepwalking state, slowly rose from the couch and began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her full, perky breasts. She continued to undress, removing her pants and panties until she stood before him completely naked. Jared’s mouth went dry at the sight of her. His cock, already hard as a rock, throbbed in anticipation.

Her pale, pasty skin contrasted to his dark, ebony tone an alluring temptation he could no longer resist, he undressed, and sitting spread open legged on the couch and commanded her to straddle him.

As she slowly mounted him, the head of his cock already brushing against her wet folds, she moaned softly in her sleep, her body moving instinctively, responding to his commands. Jared closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip, feeling her warmth envelop him as she lowered herself further onto him. The sheer size of his enormous penis bringing tears to her eyes as she tried and failed to accommodate him.

“It’s alright, Mom,” Jared whispered, “just let it in.”

As she finally adjusted to his size, he could feel her inner walls gripping him tightly. He groaned, the pleasure overwhelming him as she began to move her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion. Her breasts swayed gently with each thrust, brushing against his chest, and he reached up to caress them, he sucked on one deeply like an oversized infant, reaching around her with his hands as he pressed her into him, using her generously large butt cheeks as leverage, as his hands sank deeply into the yielding flesh, her own hands resting on the back of the couch as she balanced herself open legged over him.

Her breathing grew ragged, her body beginning to tremble with the effort of holding herself up and moving in tandem with him. Jared could feel himself getting closer, the tension building within him as he watched her face; her eyes fluttering shut as his dick explored her completely, writhing in delight in the tight confines of her womb as he demanded the attentions of her cervix.

Another trait of Sandman’s Promise was that it was highly modular. In his mothers case he had added a component to increase her natural fertility ten-fold adjusting to her age as he fucked her raw, his one dream was to impregnate her secretly, even at her ripened age of fifty-nine. The other component he added was a delayed, implanted suggestion. As soon as his father, her husband came home she had a strict implanted suggestion to fuck him raw, aligning the pregnancy to their own lovemaking. It was foolproof.

Jared smiled to himself as he lapped at her breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin against his tongue. She was so responsive, so wet, so eager for him. He knew that it was all an illusion, but he didn’t care. He was enjoying every second of it.

As he continued to thrust into her, her body moving in perfect sync with his, Jared could feel the familiar tightness building within him once more. He gripped her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms, and thrust harder, grunting as he neared the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps; her eyes clenched shut, her hands still resting on the back of the couch, her breasts heaving with each laboured breath unable to keep up with her son’s desires.

“Mom, I’m close,” he groaned, his voice strained, “I’m gonna ... I’m gonna...”

She moaned, urging him on, her hips moving faster, her breasts slapping against his chest as he continued to thrust into her. Her walls tightened even further around him, her body arching back as she felt the pressure building inside her, the familiar tightness that meant he was about to release. He buried his face in her chest, kissing and nipping at her skin, as he released a tidal wave of cum inside her, his hips bucking wildly.

As the last of his seed pulsed into her, she cried out, her body shuddering as it felt this latest violation coursing through her so intimately, as his seed filled her up. Her own body reacting reflexively as it squirted over him, coating his stomach and thighs in her juices, as if her body had not yet had enough of him. Her grip on the back of the couch tightened as she tried to steady herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of moving so much air in and out of her lungs, as she resumed straddling him with greater effort.

Jared collapsed against the couch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes closed, his muscles aching from the exertion. He could feel the residual heat of their lovemaking surrounding him, feel the sweat trickling down his back, pooling between his shoulder blades. He wanted to stay here with her forever, wrapped up in her, lost in this illusion of passion and desire, as his mother oblivious to what had happened, continued to rise and fall on his hips.

Her movements, though becoming slower now, were still graceful and fluid, each thrust met with a groan from deep within his chest. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, her nipples still hard and erect from his attentions. Her hands on the back of the couch were still steady, guiding her hips, her body still moving in rhythm with his. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust, her body tightening in a way that only seemed to intensify the pleasure they were both experiencing. Unable to resist himself he leaned her down towards his face and kissed her sweetly, then with his tongue as his hips bucked up, meeting her movements with equal vigour.

They stayed like this for awhile longer, lost in the haze of their desires, the only sound the soft slapping of skin against skin as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity. His mother’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each laboured intake of air as she continued to ride him, her hips grinding against his, her breasts swaying with the motion, her nipples hard and erect, begging for his attention. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, her inner walls milking him in a way that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him.

Before he whispered “now I want you to stay in the same position but switch me to your anus”

She obeyed, carefully straddling him again, her weight resting on her legs in an open cowgirl position; her breasts flush against his chest. She felt the head of his erect cock pressing against her tight anus, and she let out a soft moan as she slowly began to lower herself onto him, guiding his cock inside her, feeling the unfamiliar burning sensation as it stretched her inner muscles. His hands reached around to grip her hips, helping her to control the depth and pace of their lovemaking, as she began to move up and down on him, her body rocking with each thrust.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, her body reflecting this feeling perfectly, as he took her anal cherry. Her sleepwalking state reacting as she naturally would to this unfamiliar intrusion.

As her body adjusted to the feeling, she began to move faster, her hips thrusting with more force, her muscles flexing as she gripped his hips with growing strength. He moaned loudly, his hips lifting to meet her thrusts, his cock buried deep inside her ass, his fingers digging into her skin as he held on for the ride, spreading her cheeks as far as they would go.

The friction between them grew intense, their sweat mingling together as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples still hard and erect from his attentions earlier. His own breathing grew laboured, his muscles tensed as he felt the familiar tightening in his groin, as he pierced the rectal cavity to her bowels, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts with greater force.

She felt a shudder run through her body as she neared climax, her muscles tensing around his cock, her nails digging into his back, her hips moving faster and faster, her ass slapping against his groin. He could feel her tightening, her inner muscles squeezing him with unrelenting force, her orgasm building to a crescendo, before her vacant pussy came wildly, spraying him with her juices, he gripped her hips tightly, holding her still, and plunged his cock as deep inside her ass as it would go, feeling his own release building in his groin as he came, filling her up with his seed.

As the tempo to their movements slowed he carefully guided her off him, thankful he had covered the coach with towels beneath them to soak up any suspicious fluids that might appear on the coach, revealing his actions. When his mother had suitably calmed down he whispered “now, give me the best blowjob you’ve ever given”

Her lips wrapped around his softening cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to suck. He groaned, the feeling of her mouth on him making his cock harden once more. She took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she engulfed him, her hands gripping his thighs, her eyes closed in concentration. She moved her head up and down, her lips making a wet, slurping sound as she bobbed up and down on him. He reached down to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. Her saliva dripped down onto his lap, mixing with his own precum as she sucked harder, her nose pressing against the soft skin of his pubic mound.

She couldn’t take the entire length of his massive cock but she was determined to try, as she sucked and licked and nibbled every inch, her tongue darting out to swirl around the sensitive underside. Her throat worked as she took him deeper, her nose brushing against the soft hairs at the base of his shaft. Her hands gripped his thighs, pulling his hips closer to her, as if she could somehow deepen the connection between their bodies. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips, his hips bucking slightly as he thrust forward, his cock pressed against the back of her mouth.

Her lips were stretched tight around him, her cheeks hollowed as she continued to bob up and down, her eyes closed in concentration. The taste of him filled her mouth, the salty sweetness mixing with her own saliva as she sucked and licked and sucked again. She felt his grip on her hair tighten, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with her mouth, urging her on. Her throat began to ache, as it bulged around his invading length in her attempt to take it all in.

As she moved faster, her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving up and down. With each thrust of his hips, she took him deeper, her throat vibrating against him, the sound filling the air between them. She was close to her own release, the pressure building in her core, the need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.

He gripped her head tightly, his hips bucking wildly as he felt the familiar tension building within him. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the head pressed against the back of her throat. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the base of his shaft. Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging into his skin as she sought to draw him even deeper inside her.

His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes closed tightly as he felt the first stirrings of release. She sensed it too, her movements becoming more urgent as she sucked, licked and nibbled at every inch of his engorged cock. Her own desire built within her, her need for release mirroring his. Her lips were stretched tight around him, her throat vibrating as she moved up and down on his shaft.

His hips bucked violently, his hands gripping her head tightly as he felt the hot spurts of his release pulse deep inside her mouth. She took it all, swallowing greedily, her cheeks hollowing as she continued to move, milking him for every last drop. His cock twitched in her mouth, the tip throbbing as he emptied himself into her. Finally, she released him, his spent cock slipping from her lips with a wet, sucking sound. She opened her eyes, looking up at him, their breaths mingling in the air between them.

The last unexpected vestiges of his release sprayed her eyes, her nose and lips, her face became a wet map of his desire for her, as she licked the remains away, drawing them into her mouth with her tongue, lips and fingers making it form a large pool before she swallowed deeply.

Rising from the couch he led her to her own master bedroom, a four poster affair dominating the center as he prepared it with fresh towels over the delicate sheets. “Tonight”, he whispered “You’ll be my mother, my wife and the vessel for my future children”, as he lay her down on the bed. “I’ll be the father of your children, the husband to your body and the devil in your heart.” His voice was husky, filled with the promise of what was to come, as he thrust into her open folds, hitting her womb in a single thrust, as he began to lower himself onto her waiting body, wrapping her legs around his waist, absorbing her in her suggestive, sleepwalking state as her bodies reactions betrayed her, pulling him deeper into her womb as he raised the tempo of his movements, sliding his tongue over her breasts and her mouth, as she draped her arms over his neck.

Her body responded with abandon, her hips lifting to meet his, as she arched her back, pushing herself into him as he began to moan into her ear, his breath hot and ragged as he felt himself approaching the edge, the pleasure building inside him, threatening to overwhelm him as he felt her begin to shudder beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she sought to draw him even deeper inside her, to feel him spill his seed into her, to take everything he had to give.

He thrust harder, faster, losing himself in the sensation of her body moving beneath him, her lips parted in a silent scream. His eyes closed tightly as he felt himself finally reaching the brink, the hot rush of release coursing through his veins, pooling in his groin. With a groan that seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul, he let go, surrendering to the force of the orgasm as it surged through him, filling her, claiming her as his own.

Hours of this followed, twice she had passed out and been forced to hydrate and recover before he pushed on. A timer set since the drugs first affects took hold, ticking away. He still had plenty of time as he invaded every part of her body, this time drawing his lips to her delicate folds, her body trembling with sweat, her muscles ached from tension and the waves of pleasure never felt before or probably would be for such a prolonged period of time in the near future. Twice she had already squirted in his face and twice he had gone in for more, unable to get enough of her taste into his mouth, as he massaged every sensitive nerve and those she’d forgotten about.

As he drank her natural juices, spilling over his tongue with every movement exploring every inch of her womb, he wondered how she would taste when she was pregnant and expecting several months down the line, and how the texture of her breast milk spilling down his tongue would feel. From the stories he’d heard about his own up rearing his father was not mentioned fondly in those early days, always favouring business over messy diapers, lack of sleep or the inevitable close quarters attention that made any parent paranoid with anxiety if they left their babies to their own devices without supervision for long. So most probably he’d find out in a few months when her breasts began to swell and lactate gorgeously.

As she neared her third release, he sealed his mouth around as much of her sexes opening as possible, her moans cutting through the air in pain, almost as if she were pushing out a newborn instead of her greatest release of fluids yet, feeling the long drawn out pool of juices threaten to choke him as he worked his tongue around and around, sucking hard on the little nub of her pleasure button, feeling her body spasm beneath him as the wave took hold. She was almost limp now, spent and satisfied, but he wouldn’t allow himself to stop, not until she was completely empty, until every last drop of her nectar had been drained from her.