To Mitch's credit, he did experience one more moment of clarity in which he marveled at the morbid perversity of his current situation.
The delectably persistent physical pleasure he felt thanks to his sensitive and meaty figure, smooth feminine skin, supersized cock, and churning balls was extremely difficult to ignore and resist. But Moira's words - effectively translating in his brain to "Are you ready to give your mother another good, hard fucking?" - were depraved enough to jar him out of his horny stupor. Or at least distract him enough from his physical need to fuck something to seriously question his own actions, to feel ashamed one last time about the act he was seriously leaning towards committing.
However...
Moira slid her fingertips up the length of his turgid manhood.
Then again, Mom IS a demoness now...
Mitch's mother wrapped her silky red fingers around his girth, and stroked it teasingly.
SHE doesn't have any problems fucking her own son...
Another set of fingers curled around his bloated testicles, tenderly massaging the silky-smooth orbs.
To HER, sex is a perfectly acceptable method of sharing her love with me...
She pulled her son's 14-inch length against her body, sliding it between her pillowy red breasts.
She'd probably be offended or sad if I didn't oblige her...
Moira bent forward a little and drew her pointed tongue up the last few inches of Mitch's cock.
And anyway, doesn't this mean *I* have demonic blood in me now, too? Even if it doesn't show?
Mitch's cock slid hotly between his mother's pouting lips, her slick tongue crawling over its underside as she expertly avoided grazing the silky skin with her sharp canines.
Mitch grinned as he looked down at his fucking hot mama deep-throating his 14-inch cock. Fuck it. This is SO not worth fretting over anymore. "Mmmm, Mom, I don't know how much longer I can resist you," he said slyly.
Moira's lips popped off of her son's cock with an audible *smack*. She looked up at him with narrowed golden eyes and leaned forward to press his expansive member into her body. "And just why would you be trying to resist me?" she asked huskily.
"Because it's fun," he answered without missing a beat. His eyes shifted to the bed next to his mother, intending to suggest she lay down so he could climb on top of her and plow her. But his gaze fell upon the shirt she had just removed from him and tossed aside. His cock twitched at the thought of the wonderful job it had done on him. "Uh, but you know..." he said playfully, reaching for the shirt. "You could really get me going if you pretended to grow even sexier than you already are," he said with a grin, handing the shirt to her.
"Hmmmm, my patience is growing thin, Mitchell," Moira warned, although she was clearly hamming it up for her son's benefit. She took the shirt from him without hesitation, and then stood up to her full height of somewhere around seven-and-a-half feet, purposefully drawing Mitch's eyes impressively upwards to drink in the sight of her glorious blood-red nudity. "But for you..." she purred, pulling the shirt over her head.
Mitch watched fascinated as the tee shirt seemed to enlarge to fit over his mother's amazon-sized frame, while at the same time stretching tightly over her round, perky bust to distort the words "Deliciously MEATY". Her changes came immediately, as Mitch had expected.
"Oooh, I can feel it happening, baby!" Moira cooed. "Mmm, I'm growing thicker and sexier!" She laid it on thick for her son's benefit, running her hands up and down her curvaceous body as if performing a sultry dance. "My tits are getting heavier for you," she practically sang, grinning as she gripped her melons through the shirt. "And my asssss," she hissed, spinning around to grip her two meaty red cheeks and bending over to stick her impressive derriere in her son's face.
The ironic thing, of course, was that as Moira attempted to play along with her son's little bedroom game by faking some type of physical development, her body - and reality itself, it seemed - secretly played along too. The Jenkins matron already possessed a curvaceous matronly figure to begin with - one that was further perfected with her demonic DNA - so just the one 'shirt application' was enough to have quite the effect. Her big red breasts grew two cup sizes bigger, rounder, and softer while still retaining their buoyant perkiness. Her hips widened by a couple inches to accommodate a swelling posterior that very nearly began to jut out from behind with an almost-horizontal upper curve. Her thighs thickened by a good several inches, packing on the pounds with both fat and muscles, giving her lower half a perfectly-rounded sturdy-looking build that was equal parts powerful and soft. Her upper body followed suit, her arms pulsing with firmness as she developed some noticeable biceps softened by a generous helping of subcutaneous fat. Her shoulders broadened just slightly, framing her mouth-watering boobage, and her belly protruded an extra few inches against the tee shirt with more firm maternal padding.
Mitch was practically drooling when his mother's red-skinned body finished developing (though Moira herself continued her act). His eyes drank in the sight of luscious new figure, his 14-inch member twitching with desire as he yearned to press his own thick, meaty body into hers.
And he was about a heartbeat away from doing just that when something strange happened.
"Mmmm, it feels so good to grow...!" Moira moaned, wiggling her hips.
She wasn't growing anymore, of course, but her voice was now starting to take on a deeper, more resonant quality. Mitch froze in place when he noticed it, and that very moment his mother opened her eyes to smile down at him, and he gasped as he saw how they glowed. The short black horns protruding above her temples rapidly elongated by several inches, curling upwards and diagonally backwards into tapered ends. Her ears, which had simply been red but otherwise human-looking, stretched upwards into elven points in the span of just a couple seconds. She licked her lips lasciviously, then extended her tongue fully in a stroking gesture meant to mime a lick up the length of his cock before sliding it back behind her white fangs. Her tongue was completely forked now, and seemed to move with extra grace and prehensility.
Seeing that her son was now seemingly thoroughly entranced by her act, she backed off the verbal roleplay and focused more on her exotic dance. She pulled up the tee shirt from the hem and over her head, then tossed it aside, revealing her 'deliciously meaty' blood-red figure. She immediately squeezed her breasts, her fingers digging into the pillowy flesh with longer, sharper black nails that extended and curled like real claws. Swaying her hips to a silent rhythm, Moira slowly spun, wiggling her hips. Mitch immediately noticed that they were widening further still, which was necessary in order to make room for her growing tail. He watched confused as the previously slender appendage broadened at the waist, thickening at the base with what was clearly pure muscle, quickly leaving her with something that had the shape and prehensility of a reptilian tail, but the smooth red skin of a demonic human.
Moira peeked over her shoulder and grinned, satisfied with her body's effect on her son's attention. She ramped up the seductive sway of her hips, adding a slinky waving to her tail and sliding her hands down her waist to squeeze her claws into the big fleshy cheeks. She moaned as she saw his gaze lock onto her shapely ass, feeling actual pleasure from the sight of his huge twitching cock.
But it wasn't the appeal of his mother's sexy rump that Mitch was focused on. Not entirely, anyway. Instead, it was the fact that it seemed to be rising ever so slightly. Heart fluttering at the thought of her growing even larger, he looked down for confirmation, but discovered a different cause. Moira's demonic enhancements had continued all the way down to her feet. By this point, her toes had all completely merged, her black nails fusing and growing into honest-to-god cloven hooves. They elongated as they grew, lifting her heels off the floor completely, which accounted for her rise in stature by a few inches, while her ankles reshaped to accommodate for her altered stance.
Mitch's eyes slowly traveled up his mother's intimidating but exotically sexy body as she turned back around to face him, positively basking in the fantastical eroticism pouring off of her. His newfound wit and charisma failed him momentarily, and he was only able to grunt a questioning "What--?" while his confusion clouded his mind. But the answer came to him out of nowhere. "Oh..."
Rae!
His demonic bitch of a sister must've fucked his ex-girlfriend pretty recently - obviously somewhere out in public, no less - stripped to do so, and just now donned the '2 HOT 2 HANDLE' shirt for the second time, triggering another cascading genetic effect.
And he had to admit that his mother was certainly more exotic - and erotic - than ever.
"'Oh' indeed," Moira purred, grinning a sultry, fang-filled smile. Not wasting any more time, she grabbed her boy by the shoulders and push him backwards onto his bed, and promptly leaned over him, pressing her heavier body atop his to pin him in place.
Mitch was stunned by his mother's speed and determination with that maneuver. His breath caught in his throat as the amazonic demoness's huge pillowy tits smooshed into his own smooth puffy chest, and her padded tummy pinned his aching cock between them.
"Mama's horny, Mitchell," Moira said with finality, before plunging her forked tongue into his mouth.
His head swam as his mother hotly frenched him, at once floored by how lustful and sexy she was. Her blood relation to him was hardly a concern anymore, his cock dictating what was important now. His head clearer and faculties revitalized, Mitch gripped his mother by the shoulders and used all of his strength to roll them both over.
Moira was utterly delighted that her son seemed to have finished his teasing act, finally giving in to his libidinous needs. Her eyes literally glowed with passion.
No words were needed. Not even Mitch's silver tongue was necessary to act smooth as butter. Flashing his mother an instinctive grin was all he needed to do to excite her now. He climbed onto the bed and Moira eagerly followed suit, practically panting in anticipation. Her legs were open and awaiting with no time to spare, and Mitch plunged his cock into her hot slick depths without a moment's hesitation.
"Ooohhh, my big boy!"
"God, you feel amazing, Mom," Mitch replied smoothly. Her pussy squeezed and massaged him as he withdrew from her, then opened up to welcome him back in. It still amazed him that even at seven-and-a-half feet tall, she was able to take his entire twice-enhanced length.
"You feel amazing," Moira countered with a devilish grin. "Fill me, baby...!"
"Ooohh," Mitch shuddered as he continued to fuck his exotic mother, gripping her by her thick, alluring hips as he repeatedly thrust into her. "You're so... unh... big and... fff... hot!"
Moira grinned and chewed her lip, her eyes feeling heavy as her horny boy continued to pound her needy sex.
He watched her fat red breasts jiggling atop her chest, somehow managing to retain much of their roundness despite her laying flat on her back.
Feeling her son's lusty gaze on her chest, she raised both hands and dug her claws into the ample flesh, teasing her dark red nipples. Never breaking eye contact, she curled her tongue out and hissed sultrily, then reached up to glide her hands up her boy's arms, enjoying his silky soft skin and big muscles.
Mitch, likewise, enjoyed his mother's touch. Her hands kneading and caressing whatever parts of his body she could get her hands on was decidedly lovely. Every touch was electrifying, every grope a current straight to his loins. He felt himself being guided lower on top of her big body, and he accepted, resting his heavy weight on her sturdy body. He buried his face between her inviting breasts as he thrust into her. He felt his mother's long, thick legs open wider to allow him access. Her hands slid down to dig her claws into his meaty butt as her tail curled up between the backs of his thick thighs. She used the muscular appendage to pull him into her, matching his rhythm, surprising and titillating Mitch at exactly how powerful his mother's tail actually was.
Mitch was surprised he was able to last so long, eventually gritting his teeth and slamming home with the first orgasm since the 'Fully Loaded' shirt enlarged his balls. The sensation was otherworldly, his orange-sized testicles pumping out ropes of cum so rapidly he could practically feel them draining and getting lighter with each passing second. His dick practically vibrated with pleasure, only compounded by the rhythmic squeezing from Moira's own orgasms. His whole midsection spasmed from the exquisite ecstasy, causing him to thrust erratically and involuntarily despite his mother's attempts to pull him into her.
A harmonious duet of sultry moans and relieved sighs filled Mitch's bedroom for the better part of a minute, after which Mitch simply collapsed atop his mother's big, comforting body. He turned his head to one side and rested it between her pillowy breasts, his hands idly fondling one of the fleshy red masses, while he felt the demoness's vaginal muscles lovingly squeeze his cock while it was still inside her. He wasn't entirely surprised by the fact that he was still hard, or that his balls felt like they were rapidly recharging and tightening between his legs.
"Mmmmm, my big boy..." Moira purred huskily, staring contentedly up at the ceiling as she stroked her son's hair. Little currents of pleasure whisked through her as Mitch continued toying with her breast.
"God, you're amazing," Mitch said. "I could pleasure you all day long," he added. What he really meant, though, was that he could 'fuck' her all day long, but his charismatic instincts had replaced that word with something more flattering.
"D'you mind if I close your door then, mama's boy?" came a snide remark from the other side of the room.
Mitch abruptly picked his head up and turned to face his bedroom door. Fuck. I hate not being an only ch1ld, he thought upon seeing the short, scrawny demon-boy peeking in from the hallway.
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