Chapter 3

Night and day were more binary than ever for the Moore household. James was his normal, sweet self with the sun up. But once night fell, so did thousands of years of civilization. James howled, panted, and his rapaciousness knew no bounds. This happened all week.

Christina sat in the kitchen sipping coffee on a Friday. It was almost time for James to arrive home from school. Much to Christina’s deep shame, she grew to love their nights. She found that her body now longed for the wildness to enter back into her eighteen-year-old son’s eyes. Poor Henry would certainly divorce her if he knew what she’d become. She shivered in the warm sunlight as she wondered if James would continue their untamed congress once his father returned from his business trip.

The door slammed and Christina turned her attention to the kitchen entrance. Moments later, her son bounded in and dropped his backpack.

“Hi, sweetie. How was your day?” She gave him a nervous smile.

“Good, Mom.” James walked across the kitchen and swung open the fridge. “I’m starving.”

“Yes, you forgot to eat dinner last night.” Christina crossed her trembling legs. He had not, however, forgotten to gorge himself on her vaginal fluid. He must have slurped at her for over an hour the night before.

“I’ve been feeling weird all week.” James retrieved a jar of pickles and sat at the kitchen table with his mom. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.” James opened the jar, stuck his hand in, and pulled out a pickle. He gnawed the thing ferociously and reached for another one, splashing pickle juice on his clothes and the kitchen floor.

“James, sweetie...” Christina watched him eat like a savage. She was going to reprimand him, but her voice fell silent. The way he’d been eating had grossed her out just a few days ago. Now, it reminded her of the beast he would become. “Never mind. Enjoy your pickles.” She watched him wolf down the whole jar.

“I’m still hungry.” James looked at her with unease, he wasn’t quite sure why he was so hungry. Maybe he was going through a late growth spurt.

“I’ll make you some burgers, Jimmy.” Christina stood up and retrieved the ground beef out of the fridge. She could tell he needed meat. A mother knew these things.

“Thanks, Mom. Could you make them rare?” James sat and let his mother cook for him. He stared at her with longing. When she brought him a glass of milk, he gulped it down in one go, milk running down his chin and onto his shirt. As he ate dinner, he discarded food detritus all over the table and the floor around him. Before dark, he kissed his mom on the cheek and stumbled off to bed.

“I have to go, honey.” Christina tried to wrap up her phone conversation with her husband. The pinks and reds of the setting sun filled her living room. It was almost time. “What? There’s a TV show I want to watch. That’s all.” She listened to Henry, tapping her bare foot on the carpet. She didn’t want him on the line when James came downstairs. That would be a disaster. “Yes, Jimmy’s fine. We’re spending quality time together ... okay ... okay ... Bye.” Christina disconnected the line.

Just in time, too. She could hear her son moving about upstairs in his room. He made such a racket in the evenings. Christina’s phone vibrated, and she looked at the caller ID. Sally was calling. Christina hit ignore and sent it to voicemail. She’d been avoiding Sally’s calls the last few days. She was done talking about James and drugs. Whatever was happening to her son, she didn’t want it to stop.

Christina carefully removed her dress and underwear. Her fingers trembled with anticipation, making the clasp on her bra difficult, but she managed. Her poor vagina was so slick and ready. Her son had trained her all week, and it seemed her body had taken to the training. She got down on her hands and knees, facing her pale butt at the living room doorway. Christina waited. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long.

“The forest takes what it once lost.” James stepped slowly down the stairs. “My streams and rivers bore the cost.” His curved, fierce cock bounced and swayed before him. The dark veins on the thing contrasted with his white skin in the dim light. He could smell his mother’s excitement somewhere on the main floor. James paused and sniffed the air at the base of the stairs. “Tonight, I’m going to take your bum. For I’m the tool of Kumokum.”

Did she hear him correctly? Did he intend to take her butt? Christina shivered. Henry had tried that a couple times years ago, but Christina hadn’t liked it. And Henry was smaller than his son. Much smaller. She waited for him to find her on her hands and knees, ass up in the air like dog.

“Mooooommmmmm?” James gave a low, threatening growl. “Ggggrrrrrrrrr. Don’t make me hunt for you.”

“I’m in here, Jimmy.” Christina closed her eyes tight. “Waiting for you.”

“That’s good, Mom.” James moved toward the living room, his alabaster skin almost luminous in the white streetlight that fell through the windows. “Aaaahhhhooooooooo.” He found her ready for him. Nothing in James’s life had looked more inviting than her ass up in the air, with her back arched. He stalked into the room, walked around her, and sank to his knees in front of her. “Open your eyes.”

“James?” Christina opened her eyes and looked up at her feral son. He was sweating, panting, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. She had expected him to get behind her. Her eyes were wide with surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Choke on it.” James bent forward a little, as the upward curve of his animalistic cock made the angle awkward. He watched his mother readily suck him in when the oozing head touched her lips.

“MMmmmmmppphhh.” Christina had lost her battles with her son, and now she had lost the war. She would do anything. She knew she must look quite a sight, with her breasts hanging ponderously below her, and her butt so exposed. She bobbed her head as best she could.

“What once was dry, is now quite wet.” James looked down at her bulging eyes as she worked about a quarter of his cock down her throat. “A resized ass, you will get.” He pulled himself out of her and sprung on his hands and feet behind her.

“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Christina looked down at the carpet. She prepared for the pain. “I don’t knooooooowwwwwwwwww.” The massive thing worked into her tight anal entrance. She stiffened and took his shoves as it burrowed into her guts. “I don’t ... knnnnowwwwwww. Aaaawwwoooooooooooo.” It felt amazing. She was not expecting the surge of pleasure that spread through her. She howled just like her son as he pulled out and savagely thrust back in.

Mother and son were so lost in their fornications that they didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

Why wasn’t she answering her door? Sally rang the bell again and leaned her ear against the sidelight. She brushed her blond hair out of the way and listened. She could definitely hear something that sounded like one of those nature shows. Christina was home. She was just avoiding Sally, it seemed. Sally folded her arms over her ample bosom and tapped her foot.

She looked in the sidelight, but couldn’t see much. The lights were off inside, but they were home. Christina probably didn’t want to tell Sally about James’s drug addiction. Sally was sure the young man was hooked on reefer or something like that. Well, Christina couldn’t just hide from her friend to avoid an awkward conversation. Sally would give her a piece of her mind.

The side gate rattled as Sally opened it and let herself into the backyard. She made her way around the neatly tended flower beds, onto the back deck, and found the sliding door. She peered in, but all was dark back there, too. Sally tried the door. It was unlocked. The door slid quietly and Sally was immediately accosted with a cacophony. It sounded like Christina was listening to her nature show at full volume. There were grunts, growls, barks, and howls. Sally stood for a minute, shocked that Christina would watch something so ... animalistic. She stepped through the sliding door into the kitchen.