WICKed Hormones Ch. 12

Continuing the discussion about Jacob's situation a little more, Donna asked, "So Karen actually went behind Robert's back so that you could participate in the program?"

Nodding his head, Jacob replied solemnly, "Yes, ma'am."

Looking over at Jacob, Donna asked, "And Robert knows nothing about any of this?"

Jacob shook his head in response. When he noticed Donna's eyes widened with surprise, he added, "She only did it because I wanted to try it so bad. Please understand, my mom is not a liar, but I guess in this situation, she felt she had no choice."

Looking straight ahead again, Donna said, "Well, don't worry... your father will not hear anything about it from me."

Somewhat relieved, Jacob replied, "Really? Oh wow... thanks, Mrs. Miller."

Glancing over at Jacob, Donna replied, "Karen only did it because she thought it was best for you." Turning back straight once more, she added, "I can't fault a mother for putting the welfare of her child first... even if it means hiding something or telling her husband a little white lie or two."

Noticing the look of bewilderment on Jacob's face, Donna chuckled then continued, "People who are not moms can never truly understand the bond between a mother and her children. For a woman, it's unlike any other relationship she could ever experience... unconditional love in its purest form."

Jacob asked, "So... have you ever lied to or hidden anything from Pastor Miller?"

A bit shocked by such a bold question, Donna turned to Jacob and replied with a stern tone, "Young man... you should not ask me such things!" After a few seconds of silence, Mrs. Miller softened her tone and added, "But I will say this... if I had to tell a lie to protect or help one of my children... yes, I would. Their happiness and well-being are my top priorities."

Donna continued to breathe in the fragrant scent that flooded the enclosed cabin of her SUV. The invisible vapors now had her body experiencing unexplainable sexual arousal. The married mother's sensitive clit engorged and buzzed to life, and she mindlessly squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to squelch the maddening sensations. The gusset of her brand new pair of panties became increasingly wet.

At first, Donna thought the cold air from the A/C vents caused her pink nipples to harden; however, that could not explain the pleasant tingling in her rubbery nubs spreading throughout her bra encased C-cups. If the aroused mother were alone, she would be groping herself, but since her friend's teenage son sat beside her, she had to fight the overwhelming urge.

In an attempt to distract herself, Donna continued with additional questions. "So Jake, if you're telling the truth and you were alone that day and... masturbating... then why pray tell the need for a condom? Especially one that is evidently way too big for a boy of your stature?" The conservative mother surprised herself with how nonchalantly she asked questions of such a sensitive nature. Normally, she would not dream of discussing something so scandalous with a man other than her husband, especially when that man was of barely legal age.

"Mrs. Miller... do you remember when I told you earlier that my testicles produce an excessive amount of semen?"

Donna nodded and replied, "Yes... I remember."

Jacob continued, "Well, you see... I wear the condoms because when I ejaculate, there's so much stuff that it... makes a huge mess."

Donna mocked, "Oh come on... a boy your size? You can't possibly produce so much semen that you would need a condom that large." Her husband David was a full-grown man and, on his best day, only produced a few squirts of ejaculate during sex. The teenager had to be exaggerating.

Looking down at his lap, Jacob chuckled, then answered, "Mrs. Miller... you'd be surprised."

Donna's eyes followed Jacob's line of sight. Even in the dimly lit vehicle, she could easily make out the huge lump that had formed inside the teenage boy's baggy cargo shorts. While staring with laser focus, the intrigued mother whispered, "What in the world?"

Suddenly a car honked, snapping Donna out of her trance. She had inadvertently drifted over into another lane of traffic. After jerking the steering wheel and correcting her path, the startled wife quickly turned into the empty parking lot of an abandoned restaurant. She then inadvertently parked her SUV on the unlit side of the building, hidden from the highway.

After shifting the vehicle into park, Donna looked over to Jacob and, with motherly concern, asked, "Jake... are you alright?"

Nodding his head, Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am... I'm fine." He chuckled, "Boy... that was close."

While trying to catch her breath, Donna confirmed, "Yes, it was... and I'm terribly sorry."

Waving his hand, Jacob said, "Don't worry about it... everything's good." He then noticed the beautiful mom's chest heaving and asked, "Mrs. Miller... are you okay?"

Between the near-miss on the highway and the puzzling arousal, Donna began to feel lightheaded. She placed her hand on her chest and felt her pulse racing. She nodded and replied, "Yes... thank you, Jake... I'm fine. I think I'm just a bit frazzled from almost getting us into an accident."

After catching her breath and settling down a bit, Donna's gaze automatically locked onto Jacob's crotch. She could swear the enormous bulge that resided inside the teenager's shorts was even bigger than before. The enthralled older woman's eyes widened with astonishment when she noticed the strange lump slightly jerking underneath the cotton fabric.

Rearing back just a little, Donna asked in a husky whisper, "Jake? W--what is... that?" The aroused housewife's eyes remained focused on the mysterious growing mass.

Looking down at the now painful lump, Jacob replied, "It's the other side effect..." He then turned his eyes to Mrs. Miller and continued, "from the WICK-tropin."

Turning her gaze to meet Jacob's, Donna asked, "The other side effect?"

Nodding his head, Jacob confirmed, "Yes, ma'am. As you can see, the highly aggressive hormones had virtually no effect on the stature or size of my body. However, the serum did cause abnormal growth in one part of my anatomy."

Gazing back down at Jacob's crotch, Donna shook her head and whispered, "That cannot be real." The captivated mother found herself intrigued while she watched the bulge inside Jacob's shorts lurch about as if it were some monster trying to escape Its prison.

With a low tone, Jacob stated, "I assure you, Mrs. Miller... it's real... very real." Even in the dim light, he could see the beautiful blonde wife had broken out into a sweat... her breathing now shallow and rapid. The teenager decided to roll the dice.

Jacob unfastened his seat belt, and as he began to unbutton his shorts, Donna snapped out of her trance and asked in a slight panic, "W-what? Jake? Young man, what do you think you're doing?"

While lowering the zipper on his shorts, Jacob replied, "Mrs. Miller, I'm just giving you the proof you said you wanted." He then raised his butt off the seat and began to slide the loosened garment off his hips.

Donna knew she should stop Jacob from going any further... this was becoming highly improper. The God-fearing Christian woman wanted to tell the teenager to stop, but her mouth would not form the words. Instead, her piqued curiosity took control, and the highly aroused MILF waited with bated breath for the boy to reveal his so-called proof.

When Jacob lowered his shorts enough, his rock-hard penis sprung up into view. Donna lurched back and shrieked in complete shock, "GOOD HEAVENS!! Instinctively, the stunned woman put up her hands and turned her head away from the ghastly sight.

"Jacob Mitchell!!" Donna rebuked the teenager like one of her own kids. "Young man, pull your britches up this instant!!"

Jacob couldn't help but smile just a little. The reaction from the pastor's wife gave him a slight thrill. "Sorry, Mrs. Miller... I thought you wanted proof that I was telling the truth."

Even with her gaze averted, Donna could still see the reflection of Jacob's towering abomination in the side window. She replied sternly, "Perhaps I did, but exposing yourself like this is very inappropriate... especially in the company of a married woman." While her blue eyes remained locked onto the mirror image in the glass, she added, "This is very unchristian-like behavior, and I demand you cover yourself."

Jacob ignored Donna's command. Instead, he took hold and began to slowly stoke the veiny shaft of his fully erect cock, which caused additional pre-cum to bubble up from the mushroom-shaped tip. The teenager then spoke softly, "I understand it may not be proper... But Mrs. Miller, I just wanted to show you what the hormones have done to me."

The exotic scent that flooded the cabin had intensified, and along with it, Donna's unexplainable arousal. She could feel her blue cotton panties were saturated due to her weeping vagina. The middle-aged wife's body now buzzed with inexplicable sensations and incredible vivacity she had not experienced for many years.

Even though Donna tried to remain firm in reprimanding the teenager, Jacob could sense the prim and proper wife's resolve beginning to wither. Deciding to exploit her weakness further, he continued, "Mrs. Miller, I did not mean any offense. I just hoped that you, of all people, would have some sympathy for my unfortunate situation and the suffering I deal with every day."

Without thinking, Donna turned back to face Jacob. Her gaze was instantly drawn to the horrendous beast attached to the teenager's underdeveloped body. She noticed how small his hand appeared as it gripped onto his menacing and unnaturally large phallus. She softly replied, "Me of all people?"

Continuing to lazily stroke his aching prick, Jacob nodded and confirmed, "Yes, ma'am. Not only are you mother, but earlier today, you said you considered your purpose in life was to help people in need."

The airborne chemicals continued to cloud Donna's thoughts as she continued to watch Jacob casually stroke his freakishly huge genitalia. Even in the dim light, she could see the pearly beads of precum trickle down the long veiny shaft of the teenager's monster cock.

An overwhelming sense of compassion had now replaced Donna's initial feelings of panic and disgust. She no longer felt the inclination to turn away; instead, her motherly instincts took control. Continuing to stare, she commented softly, "I do want to help, but what can I do?"

Jacob removed his hand from his achingly hard cock and replied, "I think you know... Mrs. Miller."

Donna felt hypnotized as she continued to gaze upon Jacob's throbbing erection, and she knew good and well what the teenager was referring. She stammered, "I--I shouldn't... I mean... I can't help you... not that way. It just wouldn't be right. Jake... I'm a married woman, for goodness sake."

Noticing Donna's eyes still locked onto his giant dick, Jacob pushed, "Please, Mrs. Miller! I'm in a lot of pain here, and I could really use your help."

Donna found herself trapped between her Christian duty to help someone in need and the sinful desires of the flesh. She leaned in a little and whispered, "It looks so painful."

Jacob nodded and replied, "Yes, ma'am... it is." The teenager then fibbed, "Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to... relieve myself today."

Somehow, Donna found the once frightful sight of Jacob's deformity now to be strangely irresistible. As if it had a mind of its own, her trembling right hand slowly reached out and took hold of the boy's towering cock.

Donna couldn't help but gasp when she felt how rigid and powerful the thing felt in her hand. She could feel the teenager's vibrant pulse beneath her slender fingers. Mrs. Miller was amazed at the amount of space in the gap between her thumb and fingertips. "Oh my... goodness!" she whispered in disbelief.

Instinctively, Donna began to slowly slide her hand up and down the lubricated shaft. After hearing Jacob's moan of approval, she looked into his eyes and said, "I guess it won't hurt if I help you this one time. Especially since I almost got you in an accident."

Jacob smiled and replied, "Thank you, Mrs. Miller."

Donna then stopped and held up the index finger on her left hand and stated emphatically, "But Jake... no one... and I mean NO ONE can ever find out about this."

Jacob quickly replied, "Yes, ma'am!"

Donna unbuckled her seat belt and shifted around to better her position. Trying to put some steel in her voice, she added, "I mean it, Jake... this HAS to stay between us. I'm only doing this for the sake of Christian charity, and we are to never speak of it again."

Nodding his head, Jacob confirmed, "Don't worry, Mrs. Miller... I will never breathe a word to anyone... I swear!!"

Donna replied, "Good boy.' She then placed her left hand along with her right one on the teenager's swollen shaft. The faint sparkle of the wife's wedding rings in the dim light caught Jacob's eye. As she began to jerk off her daughter's boyfriend, the strait-laced mother added, "But Jake... you really shouldn't swear."

After just a couple of minutes, Jacob was already on the verge of climax. The combination of Donna's incredible skill and the fact he was receiving a hand job from the pastor's beautiful wife had him teetering on edge. He was somewhat taken aback at the conventional church lady's surprisingly great prowess.

Jacob continuously moaned from the mounting pleasure as the former model worked his cock like a seasoned professional. He watched as she tirelessly pumped his raging cock with both hands. Her gold cross pendant shimmied on her chest while her bra-encased ample bosom bounced around inside the bodice of her blue cotton dress.

As if in a trance, Donna stared at the teenage boy's monster appendage. Streams of precum trickled down the veiny shaft onto her well-manicured hands. The pearly liquid coated her slender fingers and soiled her golden wedding and anniversary bands.

Donna glanced up at Jacob and asked in a husky whisper, "Is this helping? Does it... feel better?"

Looking back into Donna's beautiful face, Jacob nodded, "Yes... ma'am!" The teenager felt Mrs. Miller's grasp on his cock tighten even more. Even in the dim light, he could make out the look of pure determination in her crystal blue eyes.

Jacob could sense the end was near as he felt the familiar tingling sensations inside his enlarged testicles. He sank back into the comfortable leather seat as the churning load in his huge balls began the long trek up through his throbbing shaft. The teenager grunted out a warning, "M-Mrs. Milller... It's getting... real... close!"

Suddenly Donna remembered what Jacob said earlier when he mentioned the excessive amount of semen that he ejaculates. Her Buick Enclave was practically brand new, and the last thing she needed was for this teenager to blow his load all over the pristine interior. That would not be something easily explained to the guys down at the car wash... or her husband, for that matter.

Donna was not sure how much an "excessive amount" would end up being, but she thought it better to be safe than sorry. With slight panic in her voice, she asked, "Jake? Do...do you have a condom?"

Whether he didn't hear the question or simply ignored her, Jacob raised his hips and arched his back. "Mrs. Miller! Ohhh... Mrs. Miller!!! It... It's coming!!!!!"

Common sense told Donna the wise thing to do would be to stop masturbating the teenager until she could find something to catch Jacob's payload. However, her hands and arms kept pumping the incredible cock at a furious pace. It was as if the conservative wife's willowy limbs were controlled by some invisible force that would not allow her to resign from her task. Or maybe due to morbid curiosity... she didn't' want to stop.

Jacob called out in a final warning, "Mrs. Miller!!! I--I can't... hold back!!!"

Donna could feel the pulsing shaft expanding in her delicate hands... the gap between her thumbs and fingers widened considerably. Seeing no way to avert the impending eruption nor any other viable option, the inebriated wife licked her plump lips and whispered, "Oh Lord... please... forgive me." Out of desperation, she then proceeded to wrap her pretty mouth around the mushroom-shaped crown of Jacob's kingly staff.

Instinctively, Donna sucked on the spongy tip drawing out even more viscid pre-cum. The middle-aged wife moaned her approval as the syrupy liquid ignited her taste buds.

In her past life, Donna had sampled more than her share of semen... some she liked more than others. However, in all her years, the formal model could not remember ever experiencing male ejaculate of this quality... including that of her husband.

Donna was instantly hooked on the flavor and texture of the teenager's semen as she slid her talented tongue all around the swollen head. She stabbed the tip of her probing digit into the slit, searching for more. Her skillful mouth was pushing Jacob over the edge, and the gorgeous mom of three was about to hit the motherload.

With both hands, Jacob grabbed hold of the passenger seat. He groaned aloud as he raised his hips, forcing more of his inflated cock deeper into Donna's hot, sucking mouth. The teenager closed his eyes and called out as the dam finally burst, "OHHH!! MRS. MILLER!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Donna's crystal blue eyes widened in surprise as the first salvo shot down her throat. Jacob's cock twitched violently as a second and even larger rope of his thick, voluminous seed instantly flooded her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge out. The preacher's wife swallowed what she could, but she began to choke when a third pearly ribbon immediately blasted into her already overfilled gullet.

Donna couldn't help but gag as cum overflowed and began shooting out the sides of her mouth. She pulled her head back and started coughing as Jacob's cock continued to jerk in her hands and spit more and more of his creamy spunk onto her neck and chest. The shocked mother could feel the teenager's slimy cum funneling down through her exposed cleavage and collecting in her recently purchased powder blue bra.

"Oh my... (cough)... LORD!!!" Donna exclaimed. While collecting herself, she continued to pump the veiny shaft drawing out the final trickles of semen. With Jacob's beast finally spent, the amazed wife cleared her throat and commented, "You weren't... (cough)... kidding. That stuff Dr. Grant injected you with really did a number on you. I've never seen anything like it." Donna released her grip, then examined her cum stained dress, and added with bewilderment, "This is insane!!"

Donna opened up the center console and pulled out a package of clean-up wipes. She learned way back when her kids were toddlers to always keep some handy... you never know when messes will happen. She took several of the towelettes and began to clean herself up.

Jacob was trying to catch his breath and sank back into the passenger seat. With a smile, he muttered, "Wow... Mrs. Miller... that was... awesome!"

Donna vigorously wiped the front of her dress, trying to minimize the damage. She then asked matter of factly, "So I take it you feel better now?"

Nodding his head, Jacob replied, "Yes ma'am... much better... all thanks to you."

Before Donna could reply with 'you're welcome,' Jacob asked, "So... I guess this will be a secret you will want to keep from Pastor Miller?"

The slight smile drained from Donna's beautiful face as the memory of David came crashing down. As if being doused in ice-cold water, Mrs. Miller suddenly sobered up... her mind cleared from the fog. Now, along with the arousing effects from the hormones, she also experienced incredible guilt.

Donna surveyed her surroundings. Here she was, a happily married woman... a pastor's wife even. She was parked in her SUV behind an abandoned restaurant alone with a barely legal teenage boy that she had just finished masturbating... the same boy that was dating her daughter.