A mother and her son are unaware that Dean Michaels is about to perform his second test of the mind-control device. They are shopping in their local grocery store, Wholesome Food, picking up a few odds and ends. What is about to happen will change them forever.

The machine activates.

The mother and son discover the joys of incest while they are under its influence. When it turns off, Carter shouldn’t remember that anything happened between himself and his sexy mother.

Carter Miller – Moments after Deactivation

I blinked and felt like I came out of a fog.

I felt good as I stood in the grocery aisle. Real good. Like I had just cum good. Embarrassment flushed through me at this buzz. I was shopping with my mother. I surreptitiously glanced down to see if I was hard. I got erect all the time.

It was so embarrassing to have it happen around my mother.

I was.

I swallowed, glancing at her. My mother was panting. She fanned her face, looking flushed. Her breasts rose and fell and ... They were such large breasts. Big and swelling out the front of her blouse. She looked ... gorgeous.

I had the sudden flash of my mother on her knees sucking me off right here in the grocery store. In the cereal aisle.

My dick throbbed in my pants. A powerful pulse at the taboo idea. It was incest. I shouldn’t think about that. I wrenched my gaze from her and turned around to stare down the aisle lined with all those different brands of cereal. I sucked in deep breaths and then grabbed at my cock. I adjusted myself.

“Let’s see,” my mom said, sounding out of breath. “Whew, we need to get the ... the ... Cereal. Yes, that’s what we need. What type do you want, Carter?”

“Uh, the usual,” I said, shrugging.

She grabbed the shredded wheat. I didn’t eat the frosted shredded wheat any longer. I wasn’t a kid. I was sixteen. I ran a hand through my short, black hair as more images of my mom sucking on my cock filled my mind.

They felt so real. So intense. Beyond just idle daydreams. Like forgotten memories or something. I squeezed my eyes shut to try to force them away. These were not things I should be thinking about at all. She pushed the grocery cart ahead of me.

My eyes fell on her rump. Those rounded mounds looked so appealing writhing beneath the skirt of her dress. I had a flash of her wearing a pair of dainty, gray panties. Two triangles connected by a thin strip of cloth. That couldn’t be. My mother wouldn’t wear something sexy like that.

She was a mom.

Yet I could picture her unbuttoning her dress and stripping naked. Revealing her large breasts in a gray bra with pink trim. I sucked in a breath and flexed my fingers. Why was I thinking about my mother in this way?

She glanced over her shoulder at me. Our eyes met for a moment. This flare of heat rushed through me. Then she jerked her gaze away and pushed the shopping cart faster. Her hips swayed more, her rump flexing beneath the swishing skirt.

Damn.

“We need to hurry up and get everything,” she said, pausing to scoop up a box of cream of wheat off the shelf. “And, uh, get home to make dinner.”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So you’re definitely going to be home for dinner?” she asked, moving ahead of me.

It was Saturday. I should go out with my friends since I didn’t have a date. I was between girlfriends. I swallowed, staring at that ass. My mom was sexy. I had never realized it. She’d always just been my mother, not my mother.

“Yeah, I’ll be home for dinner,” I said, following after her, staring at her ass like a pervert. She was my mother.

Why should that be wrong?

That thought had me reeling. Of course, it should be wrong. Incest was illegal. It created inbred babies. Right?

And? this other voice in my head seemed to say. Incest is okay. It’s sexy. Incest is okay. It’s sexy.

It was like a signal on repeat in my head, echoing over and over. I swallowed, my dick so hard. Those flashes of my mother working her mouth up and down my dick intensified. That should be impossible. We didn’t do anything like that.

Couldn’t have. We were in the middle of the store.

She pushed the shopping cart to another aisle, and I followed after. My thoughts were plagued with ideas. Like falling to my knees and finding out what sort of panties my mother was wearing. Just throwing up her skirt and ripping them down. I would feast on her pussy. Just devour her.

Her black hair swayed around her shoulders. She was a gorgeous woman. The more I stared at her, the more I realized just how hot she was. Busty and sexy. In great shape. Her figure looked amazing in the dress she wore.

Dad was a lucky man.

I wanted to be lucky.

Finally, we headed to the checkout. Mom frowned and pulled out her phone as we waited in line. She blinked at it. “Shoot.”

“Mom?” I asked.

“I don’t know how we spent so much time here,” she said. “It’s almost five.”

“What?” I asked. “It couldn’t be much past 4:30.” I pulled out my own phone and saw it was 4:58. “Huh.”

“I know,” she said. She glanced at me and then jerked her gaze away, her cheeks going red. “Your father’s getting hungry.”

“When’s he not hungry?” I said, trying to sound casual.

Mom didn’t answer, just typed on her phone.

Soon we were ringed up and heading to the car. I put the groceries in the trunk and returned the cart. I hopped into the driver seat. Mom was letting me drive now that I had my license. She typed on her phone, staring at it fixedly.

I couldn’t help but notice how great her legs looked as they peeked out beneath her dress’s skirt. The hem had ridden up, showing off more of her thighs. I groaned, wanting to get home and jerk off my dick. Just stroke one to a screaming orgasm.

It would be great.

We pulled up at the house. We both grabbed an armful of the groceries and headed inside. Dad was sitting on the recliner watching the game. He had a beer sitting on his gut. He glanced up at us as we headed in.

“What took so long?” he asked.

“Oh, well, we must have lost track of time,” Mom said lightly as we strode through the living room. Baseball was on. The ball cracked, the crowd cheering.

After we had brought in the groceries, I found myself helping my mother put away the groceries. I never did that normally, but tonight I just wanted to be around her. She was pulling out cans and putting them up in the shelf. I came up behind her to help, grabbing one.

She shifted and her rump pressed into my crotch. She froze. I throbbed. I could feel the impression of her buttocks against my dick. She shifted her hips, sliding her ass across me as she picked up another can and slowly put it away. This energy seemed to flow between us.

My heart screamed in my chest. I stood there confused by what was going on. This was so strange. What was happening? My dick twitched against her. I wanted to start humping on her as she kept putting away the grocery.

“Thanks,” she said, as I helped, grabbing another can.

“You’re welcome,” I said hoarsely, my voice choked by this heat rushing through me. Did she realize what she was doing to me? Did she think there was nothing strange?

Why would she? I was her son. She couldn’t realize that I just wanted to lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. It would be so easy. She pressed her rump harder into my ass as she leaned over to push a can into the back of the top shelf.

My dick wanted to explode. Her rump felt amazing on me. So soft and plump. I could do it. Just grab her skirt. My hands moved, drifting. I couldn’t stop myself. There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.

There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.

That thought intensified in my mind.

My hands grabbed her skirt. She put away another can of soup, her rump pushing back into my cock. I just had to lift—

Footsteps approached. I pulled away from Mom as Dad entered the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “You bought more beer?”

“Yes,” Mom said, her voice strained. She put another can away, looking tense. I grabbed a bag that held the bread and cereal, putting those away as Dad cracked the can.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Stir fry,” Mom answered.

“Good. Starving.” Then Dad lumbered out of the kitchen.

I panted, realizing what I had been about to do. It would have been the dumbest thing in the world to do that. She would have freaked out. Slapped me. Dad would have come in roaring at me. He’d kick me out of the house if he didn’t beat me black and blue for trying to fuck my mother.

I had to get a grip.

I worked on the other side of the kitchen. I glanced over at Mom as she was pulling out vegetables from another bag. She looked at me. Our eyes met. Then I jerked my gaze away, my cheeks blushing. What was wrong with me?

The moment I had my bag emptied, I rushed for the living room. I had to get away from her and think. I sat down on the couch, the game on. I couldn’t concentrate on it. Dad was into it, but all I could think about was my mother stripping naked and blowing me in the cereal aisle of the grocery store.

“What kept you and your mother so long?” Dad muttered. “You two make any other stops?”

“Nothing happened,” I said.

Dad stared at me. His brow furrowed. “What?”

“We just went to the grocery store,” I said. “That’s all. Just took more time. That’s all. Nothing else.”

He grunted and went back to watching the game. In the kitchen, I could hear the chop of knife and soon the sizzle of stir fry. The savory scents drifted through the living room. My stomach growled. My dick throbbed. I had two hungers. I wanted to eat my mother’s cooking and eat her. If she had blown me, I had to return the favor and go down...

No! She didn’t blow me. That was insane. My mother would never do that, let alone in the middle of the damned grocery store. I closed my eyes as these lusts surged through me. I needed to take care of this. Calm down.

I stood up to go upstairs and stroke one out.

“Dinner’s ready,” Mom called. I froze.

“Bout time,” Dad muttered. He closed the recliner and stood up.

I swallowed and followed after. Mom had made stir fry chicken and noodles with cabbage and other vegetables. It was a simple meal for a Saturday. She sat it out in a bowl. Dad dished up a large helping, Mom a small one. I went in the middle.

It was good.

I sat across from her, those big breasts of hers swelling out her blouse. I just wanted to undo those buttons. She had the top few open. Was that more than it had been when we went shopping? I could just catch a hint of pink lace. And a bit of gray.

Flashes of her tits cradled in that gray bra trimmed by pink flared through my mind. Then she took it off, freeing those heavy breasts. I stared across the table at her, seeing them clearly in my mind. The way they jiggled as she took off her panties and exposed her black bush.

“You going to eat it or stare into space like a stoner moron?” Dad asked.

I jumped. “Sorry. I was thinking.”

“About a woman?” Mom asked.

My cheeks burned. “No.” I stabbed at the stir fry, looking at it and not at her half-unbuttoned blouse.

Dad cleared his plate and grunted, “That was good,” before heading back to the game. I was alone with my mother again. With that blouse half-undone. More of her bra was visible, the round slope of her large breasts on display. She leaned back in her chair, pressing them forward as she let out a contented sigh.

“Did you enjoy it?” Mom asked.

Flashes of cumming in her mouth flooded my mind. Just the way I had pumped her mouth full of my cum in—

“Of course!” I gasped. “I loved your cooking.” I didn’t get a blowjob from my mother! I didn’t cum in her mouth. She didn’t swallow every drop of jizz I had in my balls. That was insane. And I certainly didn’t fall to my knees and eat her out after that. “I’m going to take a shower.”

I bolted from the table, my dick throbbing in my pants.

I raced up the stairs and threw myself into the bathroom. I closed the door and ripped off my t-shirt. My muscular body caught my attention. The girls at my school liked me. I usually had a date on Saturday nights. Nothing serious. Just some fun. Fooling around. I should call one. Go out. Get my balls drained. Stop thinking about my mother.

I ripped off my jeans and underwear. My dick popped out swollen. I grabbed my cock and closed my eyes. I pictured my mother on her knees staring up at me as she sucked so hard on my dick. I could feel it.

Three strokes, and I was cumming into a wad of toilet paper. I shuddered and threw that into the bowl, flushing it away. Then I turned on the shower. I was still hot. Still aching. I needed to cool off. I stepped into the icy water.

“Fuck!” I groaned as the cold spray splashed over my body.

I thrust my head into the stream, letting the water soak my hair. I trembled, my body shaking from the chill. I grit my teeth and let it wash away all the heat. Get it out of my system. I couldn’t be thinking about my mother this way.

It was wrong.

It had to be wrong. Everyone said it was wrong, but it felt so right to me. Shopping with my mother had turned me on to how sexy she was. To the wicked things she could do to me. How hard she could suck my cock. She was a woman. I bet she had sucked Dad off so many times.

Why not me?

Because she was Dad’s wife. My mother. It would be cuckolding him if I did anything with her.

God, she was hot, though. And Dad was out of shape. He had a big beer gut. He didn’t exercise like Mom did. Why shouldn’t she deserve a guy in great shape? Someone who could please her. I shuddered beneath the cold spray, forcing myself to stay under it until my teeth chattered.

Until I couldn’t think these thoughts any longer.

I wussed out.

I slapped the shower to warm. Not even the cold could banish these thoughts. I was still getting hard. I needed more. I shuddered as my flesh warmed up. The heat melted across me. I groaned and then I grabbed my cock.

I was hard again. I stroked myself. I pumped my hand up and down my cock, imagining my mother climbing into the shower. Her large breasts were wet and gleaming as they pressed against my chest. Her lips on mine, kissing me with such passion.

My dick would throb against her as we reveled in incest. There was nothing wrong with it. It didn’t matter what society said. There was nothing wrong with incest. With fucking my mother. I should do it.

I should—

The door opened. “Sorry!” Mom said as she burst in. “I just have to pee.”

I gasped, my hand freezing on my cock. I could see her through the glass doors. A shape that moved to the toilet. She hiked her skirt. I heard the rustle of her panties. Were they the gray triangles like in my imagination? How could I know what pair she wore?

That was impossible.

I slowly stroked my cock as she sat down. I could hear her peeing. She was right there. I just had to fling open the door. Show her my naked body. Offer her my cock to suck on. She would lean forward and engulf it.

Dad was home...

It would be wrong. They were married. In love. Right? They had to be. They were still together. My chest rose and fell. I wanted to just do it. To flash her my cock. But she wouldn’t think it was okay. She couldn’t.

She stood up. The toilet paper rustled. She wiped her self. She ran that cloth through her pussy lips. I licked my lips. I could lap her twat her clean. I could feast on her, feel the silky caress of her curls on my face. I just had to go for it.

She would get mad. Right?

The toilet flushed.

I had to do this. Right now. She was about to leave. Just fling open the door. There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.

There was nothing wrong with incest. It was right.

So I just had to slam open the shower door and...

She threw open the shower door. It rattled on its rollers. She stood there, her gray panties around her ankles. They looked just like they had in my dream. She stared at my cock in my hand. It was aimed right at her.

With a groan, she fell to her knees, leaned forward, and swallowed the tip of my cock.

I stared down at her in shock. The pleasure flowing down my dick was so impossible, I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it. Yet there were my mother’s lips wrapped around my shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed. Water landing on my body sprayed on her face and tits in a fine mist.

This was happening.

My mother was sucking on my dick.

“Holy shit,” I groaned, my balls throbbing as her lips slid up and down it. “Mom.”

She just closed her eyes and moaned. The humming sensation rippled around the tip of my cock. The pleasure felt intense. The heat rushed through me. I groaned, feeling dizzy from the intense delight of what she was doing to me. I sucked in a deep breath, my heart thundering away in my chest. This was amazing.

“Damn, Mom,” I groaned, relaxing into this incestuous bliss.

My nuts twitched as she sucked with such hunger on me. She nursed with all that passion. She bobbed her head up and down my cock. She pleasured me with every bit of force she could muster. My balls twitched.

Her mouth felt amazing. Was amazing.

I would have such a huge orgasm. Just pump her full of all that cum brimming in my balls. She would drink it down. This wasn’t a fantasy, but reality. She worked those lips up and down my dick, sucking hard on the way up, her cheeks hollowing.

“Damn,” I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me. “Goddamn, Mom, that’s ... You’re ... Fuck!”

She whimpered around my cock. Her tongue danced. She caressed me with her passion. It was amazing to feel. Just a treat. I groaned, my dick throbbing as she nursed on me with all that effort. She put her all into it.

I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth. She suckled and nursed with such depraved love. She bobbed her head and slid her mouth up and down my cock. The heat was incredible. The pleasure was intense. Better than any other blowjob.

“Goddamn, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Mom, that’s good. That’s amazing. I’m going to drown you in so much spunk. Yes!”

She sucked with all her force. She nursed with hunger. She was like those girls at my high school. She sucked with the same passion, only she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. My mother. She loved my cock.

I stared down at her, loving the sight of her face, eyes closed as she moaned her delight in worshiping my dick. Her black hair rustled about her face while her cheeks hollowed. My balls twitched and throbbed.

“Goddamn, this is great. Better than my fantasy! Hell, yes!”

The pressure rose in my balls. That aching heat swelled and swelled. I would spurt so much spunk into her. I would just spurt and spurt and spurt all that cum into her mouth. I couldn’t hold back my longer. I wanted to.

God, how I wanted to hold back and enjoy this for as long as I could.

But she felt too good. Too amazing. Her mouth loved my dick. I shuddered, hurtling towards my orgasm. I would have such a huge explosion of bliss. I would cum in her mouth with all my passion. My hands tightened.

“Mom!” I groaned.

She sucked with hunger.

“Yes!”

My cum pumped into my mother’s mouth.

Pleasure exploded through me as I spilled spurt after spurt of my jizz into her mouth. I basted her with my spunk. The pleasure rushed out of me. It spurted into her mouth. She groaned and gulped it down. She swallowed my spunk with her hungry mouth. She was so loving that way. It was amazing. I groaned, savoring every moment of it. Every last suck.

She gulped down my jizz. She swallowed it with her hungry mouth. My face contorted with the bliss of her wonderful mouth sucking at my dick. My chest rose and fell as she gulped down more and more of my seed.

“Fuck, Mom!” I panted as I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. “That was amazing.”

Her eye snapped open and stared at me. Then she ripped her mouth off my dick and bolted to her feet. Cum ran down her chin. “I don’t know why I did that, Carter!”

Then she bolted out of the room so fast, her panties came off her bare feet. They lay in the middle of the floor. Two triangles of gray connected by a thin line. Just like in my fantasy. How could I have possibly imagined she was wearing this pair of panties. I didn’t even know what sort of panties she liked to wear. Never would I have believed she’d have such a racy pair.