Trevilan Chronicles - Local Hero

Author's Note - 'Trevilan Chronicles' are unconnected short stories set in the same world as 'The Prince's Potion,' this one takes place around ten years later. Though not necessary, I strongly recommend reading those stories prior to this one. I realize my stories are not for everyone. If you're not interested in exaggerated sex organs, incest, inbreeding, and medieval/fantasy settings, this may not be for you. Thank you for the continued support and feedback!

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older.

Trevilan Chronicles - Local Hero

Janos Flynt was something of a celebrity in the village of Endrut. Though loveably dim-witted, the overgrown teenager had somehow managed to knock up a bunch of women in his hometown. It all started a year ago, when he saved that strange woman from drowning...

Janos was making his way home one cold winter evening when he'd heard a distant cry for help over the sounds of a rushing river. He had, for whatever reason, taken the long way home that day. It was a tranquil path through the woods and a route he almost never walked because, though much more scenic, it meandered through dense forest, and after a long day at the mill, this was usually something he was not enthusiastic about doing.

In any case, about halfway through the snow-covered trail, Janos heard someone yelling and, identifying the sound instantly, he dropped his pack and ran towards the river.

Soon he came upon a clearing where a wide river split the kingdoms of Trevilan and Sar Sanrosan. Surveying the rapids, he spotted the woman, barely holding on to a branch for dear life. Without even thinking, Janos pulled off his shirt and dived in after her. Before he was even aware how cold the water was, he had one big arm around the woman while the other hauled them both forward on the branch and towards the bank. A second later and the branch snapped! Once again, Janos pushed all his thoughts aside and acted. Summoning a reservoir of energy from deep within himself, he kicked against the subzero rushing waves and pulled her up onto the snowy bank.

Janos laid her down and caught his breath. He then got a good look at the person he'd just hauled out of the river. She was an older woman, maybe around his mom's age, and had short black hair soaked and matted to her cheeks. She was petite and well-dressed but frigid to the touch and looked halfdead. Her skin was more blue than white. Janos had no idea how long she had been in the water, but she didn't look good. Her breathing was coming out ragged and slow, but at least she was alive. He knew he had to get her warm as fast as possible. He hardly seemed to realize he too was freezing cold and soaking wet...

Soon the big teenager had her on his back, his dry shirt wrapped around her small body, and making his way up the bank into the woods. After a few minutes of walking, he noticed her become more alert and her breathing level out.

'I'm... alive?' she asked weakly.

'I suppose so,' he sighed. 'Just how in the Redeemer did you manage to fall into the river, lady?'

'Ughh... About a mile upriver... I was crossing the bridge... a horse came galloping past, and the rider... must have knocked me over.'

'A bridge?' Janos thought about where she meant. The only bridge he knew of was several miles upriver. 'If its the Edrian bridge... you're lucky to be alive.' This time of year, with frost on the ground and ice on the water, its amazing the fall didn't kill her, Janos thought, let alone the exposure. 'Do you live far from here? I can bring you home.'

'I'm not far,' she panted. 'You would do me a great honour, sir.' She told him where she lived and thankfully it was only a few minutes walk from where they presently were.

'Please... call me Janos,' Janos said. 'And it's no trouble at all.'

Presently he was getting tired and cold, still carrying her while shirtless. Both were drenched to the bone and, despite his earlier attempt to hastily dry her on the riverbank, she was shivering constantly. The woman told him she had no idea how long she'd been in the river, though it was plain to see she was in shock and wouldn't have made it much longer without his rescue.

'Oh, you're the fortune teller,' he said, finally arriving at her cozy looking little hovel. He relaxed when he saw the place, knowing Endrut was only a short walk from here. But she didn't immediately respond.

'What's your name, miss?' he said, making sure she was still conscious.

'Mirabelle,' she managed, barely above a whisper. 'And I'm a tea reader.'

Janos didn't understand the distinction; he was just glad she responded. 'You don't need to be either to know you'd be dead by now if someone hadn't found you.'

She chuckled warmly against his strong back, said, 'no, you're right, Janos. I'm very lucky you saved me.'

'Anyone else would have done the same,' he muttered, blushing.

'I'm not so sure,' she said. 'Will you come inside? We're both freezing cold... and I'm afraid I still need your help. I'm very weak, Janos... and I'm all alone out here. I'll make you a hot drink, if you get the fire going.'

Janos didn't need to be asked twice. Mirabelle seemed nice enough and he was very cold. 'Of course. But I can't be too long... my mother will start to worry.'

'Who is your mother?' Mirabelle asked as they crossed the threshold and closed the door. 'I'll make sure she knows what a brave son she has.'

'Oh really, its nothing,' he said, setting her down gently on the couch. The room was dark and chilly, so he got to work on the fire with haste.

'Saving my life is nothing?' she said, sitting up and peeling off her wet clothes as he tended to the fire.

Janos blushed again and kept his eyes on the fire. 'Oh, alright. Janey Flynt, she's the baker in Endrut.'

'Yes. Janey... yes, she is,' Mirabelle said knowingly, wrapping herself in a big blanket. 'Why, I recognize you now.'

From the light of the fire, Janos could make out the room they presently occupied. It was cozy little space and filled with lot of plants and books. Mirabelle's home seemed more like a greenhouse now that he had a better look around. She really seemed to have a green thumb, which made sense to Janos, given what he knew about her. Lonely women were always coming out here to have their fortunes told, or tea leaves read, and he knew it was mostly about their love lives. When would their knight in shining armour come to sweep them off their feet, get married or have a baby. Those kinds of things. He rarely believed in such stories.

Soon the fire was going strong, and the small room was doused in a soft orange-red glow. Mirabelle was sprawled on the couch, naked but wrapped in a few layers of knitted blankets. It seemed to Janos like she was starting to warm up and get back some of her colour.

Presently, cast in the firelight, he managed to get a better look at the woman he'd pulled from the river. She was a pretty lady, petit and pleasantly plump, though only a bit on the chubbier side, Janos thought she had it in all the right places. Mirabelle was much shorter than Janos and had a cute round face with short poofy black hair, cropped to her ears. She had bright green puppy dog eyes and prominent rosebud lips. Knowing she was naked underneath the blankets was quite difficult for Janos to ignore. Especially since he could tell she was on the bustier side, clearly able to see the outline of her large breasts and how they jutted out considerably. He had enjoyed the feeling of them rubbing against his back on the walk here, but he was amazed how big they looked on her. To the best of his knowledge, Janos thought she lived out here alone and he didn't think she had any children.

'Get undressed, Janos,' she purred. 'Those pants are soaking wet. You won't get warm wearing them.'

'Get... undressed?' he turned red again.

Mirabelle laughed and tossed him one of the blankets. 'It's alright. Cover yourself with this.'

Despite his embarrassment, he obeyed and stripped out of his remaining clothes. He could feel her eyes on him as he peeled out of his underwear. His flaccid penis flopped out and was nearly as red as his face. She had of course been right; his legs were frozen. He tossed his clothes by the fire and wrapped himself up in the knitted blanket.

Mirabelle's eyes widened at the youth's statuesque physique in his nudity. For someone so young, he was quite tall, very muscular and... hung! She couldn't help but stare at the unusually large size of his genitals. That was new. Eventually, Mirabelle collected herself and stood to prepare the promised drink. She had him sit across from her and eventually, with a few quick hand gestures over the hot liquid, served him a steaming cup of her famous herbal tea.

Janos sipped and once again averted his eyes as she leaned forward with the cup, her expansive bosom barely contained in the blanket.

Mirabelle sat back down and told him to take it slowly and let the heat spread through his body.

'Mmm, it's good!' He thought of little else after he took the first sip - it was actually delicious! He soon drained the whole cup.

'Now,' she said in a soft, sing-song voice. 'Pass the cup to me. I wish to read your leaves.'

'Huh? My what?' he said but then realized she meant the cup in his hands. He was feeling a little lightheaded, but even under normal circumstances, Janos wasn't the sharpest tool in the woodshed. At least he was good looking, his mother always joked, and he had a strong back. He quickly handed her the cup and watched intently.

First, Mirabelle covered it with her palm and stared at him, her emerald eyes blazing. 'Tell me what it is you wish for most in this world, Janos. What is it that you truly desire?'

'Desire?' he gulped, once again trying not to look at her tits. 'I guess... prosperity for my family. I love them... and I wish they didn't have to work so hard.'

'Go on.'

'Well... I wish I could make everyone in Endrut's lives easier.'

'What a selfless spirit you are,' Mirabelle smiled. 'Why do you say that?'

'I don't know,' he raised his eyebrows. 'I like my life... my home. Endruts never recovered... from the plague, you know? I'd like my family to have a better life here, I guess.'

Mirabelle sat there for a long time. She investigated the cup, tossed her head from side to side, moved the cup around in her hands for a little bit, and then finally set it down on the floor. When she looked back up at him, she had a big smile on her face.

'Would you like to hear what the leaves have told me, Janos?'

'Um... I really should be getting back,' he said as politely as he could manage, but he was pretty sure she caught him rolling his eyes. Sure, this woman might have been a total hottie, for an older lady anyway, but the last thing Janos needed was some tea leaves at the bottom of a cup telling him what might happen tomorrow. Janos didn't like to think like that. It was nice to dream every now and then, but he was typically of the mind that if you wanted something, you had to go out and take it.

Mirabelle laughed and scratched her head thoughtfully. 'Janos, you silly boy. Listen to me, I think you'll like what you hear.'

'Oh?'

'The tea leaves see a prosperous future for you. And by extension, all of Endrut. You will have a good job... and many fine sons and daughters. You will raise the village up from its pitiable station to the good name it once had.'

Janos was skeptical. 'You got all that... from tea leaves?'

She nodded happily, 'all my long years, they've never lied. They show me nothing... that isn't already found in the drinker. You saved my life today, Janos, so I shall give you one more gift before sending you home.'

He stared down at her and got another fantastic view of her deep cleavage. 'A gift?' he gulped.

'Mmhmm,' she said, looking up seductively. 'To keep us both warm...'

She quickly pulled apart the blanket about his waist and gasped, 'ah hah!' when his sizable erection sprang out, pointing straight at her cleavage. In awe of the throbbing teenage shaft before her, Mirabelle carefully reached out with one dainty little hand and grasped him by girthy root. Her fingers couldn't close around his width! The boy was hung like a horse and now there was a clear dollop of precum bubbling up from his bloated purple cockhead. Slowly, she leaned forward on the couch and probed his swollen glans with her tongue. Mirabelle licked and lapped for a few silent minutes, staring up into eyes of bewilderment.

Soon the horny fortune teller was tugging him with both hands and sucking with verve, cheeks hollowing around his size, head bobbing energetically as she whimpered needfully.

'Uhhhh... just look at the size of this thing!' she purred, now resting it against her cheek. 'Your little sweetheart must be very happy.'

Janos blushed. 'Well... no, there isn't really anyone special... right now.'

'No?' She cocked her head up at him, working her hands up and down, coating them in sticky precum. 'Why, you should have come seen me earlier. I would have fixed you up in no time. And enjoyed you a lot sooner...'

'Ughh... you would have?'

'Uh huh,' she licked his length. 'Don't you know how many horny ladies there are in your village?'

'Ladies?' Janos gulped. 'I guess I've only ever been with girls...'

'Truly?' She said between sucking. 'I think you'd enjoy a more mature pussy, Janos. Surely you must get plenty of resistance from those young little cunts, such tight pussies... never able to take your entire length...'

'It is certainly... frustrating.' He flexed his cock in her mouth and heard her squeal.

'Oooo, baby,' She pulled him out and gasped. 'Let me show you how an older lady like me... with a more experienced pussy... handles a big bad cock like yours...'

'Uhhhh... sure!'

One thing led to another, and Mirabelle's reserved demeanor completely transformed into that of a wanton harlot, taking charge and directing him to stick it in between her hot legs and fuck right there on her sofa. She was leaned back and he soon followed on top of her, kneeling between her legs and positioning himself to enter drooling gates. Despite his enthusiasm, he seemed to waiver before her steaming hot cunt. The boy was twice her size and built like an ox, but a little on the slow side. He hadn't been with a woman who really knew what she wanted before and waited for her to tell him to stick it in.

Sweet boy, she thought. Not too bright.

The big teenager made up for it between his legs though and didn't need to be told twice when she spread her cunt wide for him with her cum-coated fingers. Her mature naked body, mouth-wateringly curvy with those massive tits resting heavy on her stomach, and such fleshy legs now open for business, was more than any hot-blooded male could resist for long.

'Do it, baby,' she breathed, watching her wet folds suck on his glans. 'Fuck me good.'

They both watched in amazement as the fat prick sank glacially between her gooey lips.

'Ohhh, Janos,' she sighed as he filled her, stretching her wide. 'You're huge!'

He was pleasantly surprised when he was able to slide all the way in, her hot cunt easily able to accommodate his pronounced size.

'Incredible,' he gasped, and started humping, 'Ohhh... ugh ugh... you're so wet... and so fucking hot!' Within seconds of sticking his cock inside Mirabelle, Janos knew he was addicted to mature pussy. This was one-hundred times better the young sluts he fucked in town.

'So full,' she laughed feebly, realizing it felt like he was in her stomach. 'Easy baby, you're... really big! Ohhh! Let's go slow first... ugh, ugh... and get to know each other?'

'Uh yeah... of course.' He slowed and gave her long, deliberate strokes.

'Ughhhh,' Mirabelle watched as the boy pulled out completely and then pushed it all the way back in. She lifted her arms to hold him and brought his face down for a lusty embrace. Her big tits pressed together between them, neither could ignore the impressive display of her natural cleavage. Then their tongues were wrapped around each other, moaning into their mouths, and exploring greedily.

Still kissing her, Janos continued his slow strokes, loving how hard she was breathing and panting beneath him.

They made love in this fashion for a good long while until Mirabelle was practically begging him to fuck her harder and faster.

Ten minutes later, the fortune teller's ankles bounced against Janos' shoulders as he drilled her mature pussy with his fat cock. Both were completely covered in sweat. The fire was dying, the windows were foggy, but the room was noticeably hotter now.

'You... you like that?' Janos grunted as he powered into her. 'My big cock in your hot cunt?'

'Uh huh,' she whined, watching the girthy prick stretch her out. 'Uh huh! Ugh, ugh... isn't this... Ohhhhh... such a great way to stay warm, baby?'

'Oh fuck, yes,' Janos panted, watching her big breasts wobble fluidly across her stomach. The teenager pushed himself forwarding, wanting to feel every inch buried inside this mysterious woman.

Mirabelle cried passionately as he slid deeper inside, closing the distance between their moist bodies. With considerable perverse excitement from being with one so young and yet so well-endowed, Mirabelle climaxed as he pressed his considerable cockhead deep inside, balls deep, and wedged tight against her sensitive cervical wall. The feeling was incredible. He stopped thrusting, pushed deep, and then let her wiggle beneath him to ride it out.

'Yes, yes, yes! Fill me, baby. Oh! You're in my guts! You're in my fucking guts.'

Despite being totally stuffed, she now had a chance to catch her breath.

Buried to the hilt, Janos pulled back just a little bit and began to pump her deep and slow again, working his young hips against her helpless, flopping legs.

She had her hands up and around her big tits, desperately trying to keep them from wobbling everywhere, including in her face. Mirabelle squealed as he began to pump her again, his chiseled abs contracting mesmerically as he worked his strong hips back and forth against her sex.

Looking down, she could see a thick frothy ring of cream around his veiny red shaft. 'There it is baby. There it is! Ohhh Redeemer, boy, what a big dick! What a fantastic dick! Ah, ah, Ohhhh... yes! That's it, baby,' she pleaded, babbling wildly from being totally stuffed with rock hard cock. 'Oooo, uh, ughhhh.... give me every inch! Ow, Janos, oh, oh, oh!'

'You want it harder?'

She took his hands and made him take hold of her jiggly tummy. 'Ugggggh... Harder, baby!' she begged.

Janos loved listening to her moan and yelp as he pushed himself back and forth. He obliged and grabbed on to her rolls for a better grip to fuck her like a ragdoll.

She had a wonderfully full-figured body, round and curvy, with plenty of fat for him appreciate as he fucked her hard. Her tits were the most obvious, massive hangers that pancaked across her chest, flopping every which way as they rocked back and forth on the couch. They were a ton of fun to play with while he pounded her. Her body was so enticing to him, her tummy and pubic mound were deeply attractive, there was simply no shortage of places for him to grab hold of as he hammered away at her gushing cunt. True, Mirabelle wasn't nearly as tight as the girls in town, and she was a lot older, but it sure was nice she could take his entire length!

Her voice took on a wavy cry as her body bounced back and forth against his hard thrusting. 'Baaay-beeee,' she moaned. 'Oh shit, ohhhh shit! Give it to me. Give it to me!'

Janos' powerful hips were now a blur as he pumped into her again and again, his butt clenching and releasing as he gave her every turgid inch of teenage cock into her beat red cunt.

'Kiss me, Janosssss. Let me... ugh, ugh... feel those lips again....'

He easily bent forward, still buried deep inside her, forcing her legs to stretch back further against her tits as their hot mouths came together. 'You're... ugh... really flexible,' he said.

Mirabelle's face was a mess of sweat and saliva, but she still managed to blush. Her feet were now literally inches from her face. He had he folded in half and stuffed her full of cock!

'Ohhhh fuck, baby boy. You're so deep! Keep going... harder! Janos... Janos Janos Janosssss! You're so hard! I'm... oh fuck... I'm cumming again! Cumming... all over your big cock! Ahhhhh-gainnnnn!'

He slammed into her and held still as she rode out another screaming climax.

Slowly, pushing with both hands planted on the couch, Janos rose from a sloppy, sordid kiss and watched her shudder and writhe beneath him. He let her legs fall and watched as a thick wave of frothy cunt cream pulse forth to coat his shaft.

Eventually they caught their breath and soon started again. This time they were on the floor; sounds of wet slapping and collective moaning filled the room.

'Oh no! Again? Ughhh... Three times!?' Mirabelle bounced on top of the teenager and shrieked through another orgasm.

Beneath her, Janos struggled to hold her awesome hangers with both hands. Despite the control she was able to extend over him, his cock was a long fat tube of flesh spearing into her wet cunt, as if churning butter.

'What... what was in that tea?' He panted; his vision totally obstructed by her big boobs. 'I've never felt so hard... or had such... stamina.'

Mirabelle laughed and slammed down on him. 'I normally... ugh... reserve it for women. It lowers their inhibitions! In your case... it seems to have acted like quite the catalyst for my magic.'

'Magic?' Janos squeezed her big jugs, watched her flesh spill around his grasp.

'Ooooo,' she squealed. 'Don't worry, this is just the early stages. You won't feel the full effects... ugh... until tomorrow.'

He lifted his hips and drove into her forcefully. 'Effects? What are you... talking about?'

'Ahhh! Baby! So hard!?' She yelped from being stuffed alive. 'You're a rare breed, Janos. And virile to boot! Sometime tomorrow... any woman who's had my tea... and lays eyes on you... is going to fall madly in love with you!'

'What!?'

'Relax,' she soothed.

'Doesn't it... feel like I'm relaxed?' he pumped.

'The spell... ughhh ugh... will wear off in a few days... at the most. But hopefully not before... oh! FUCK! Deeper!... you do some real damage to all those hungry sluts in town... yearning to be dicked down as hard... as you're giving it to meeeee!'

Mirabelle leaned back and began to gyrate her hips on his groin, pulling his hands off her tits and bringing them around her ample rear.

'Why? Is this... what you saw?' he asked, pumping into her despite her cries for mercy. 'Is this what the leaves showed you? Am I going to... to fuck all those women... who came here?'

'YES!' She was helpless now, struggling to remain conscious as she came again. She screamed and squirted all over his groin. 'YESSSSS!'

'Oh fuck!' Janos roared, that did it. With his fat balls squat beneath her huge ass, he emptied inside her.

'Nooo! Ohhh... Oh, oh, four... oh... NOT AGAIN!!' she rode him through their orgasms and babbled nonstop as his potent seed filled her needy cunt.

'Mirabelle!'

'Ugh ugh... Yes! Yes! Knock me up, Janos! Knock them up! Babies! We need lots of babies! You're perfect! So perfect! Claim my womb... it is yours... my womb is yours! I promise... you'll claim all of them after this night! Whatever power I have... they will all surrender to your marvellous cock!' She sputtered and shook on top of him.

Janos couldn't help but watch her face as it twisted in ecstasy, her massive tits rocked across her chest. The big teenager held himself deep inside as he pumped round after round of boiling hot cum into her well-fucked honey pot.

They made love well into the night. Mirabelle was so full of energy, so full of lust, and she could deny Janos nothing. Any way he wanted to have her; she willingly gave herself to him. On the floor, before the roaring fireplace, she lay on top of him, in a sweaty sixty-nine position, sucking his cock back to life while he licked her drooling pussy clean and fingered her gaping asshole.

The hung teenager tongued her tight shitter liberally, manhandling her massive ass until his handprints were visible on her cheeks. He took her on her hands and knees, shoving his turgid prick deep in her wet cunt until he pulled out and fucked the cleavage of her big butt. Then he pressed it deep into her ass as she moaned rhythmically to his thrusting. She happily cleaned it for him afterwards. Mirabelle even swallowed and shoved it back in her cunt. Her magic tea not allowing him to soften. They didn't care and had moved past words by this point. He dumped another load in her pussy.

Later, in the early morning haze of their lovemaking, she begged him to fuck her tits. His long cock disappearing in her cleavage until the head poked her chin and they made a game of her trying to catch it with her mouth. He fired off another load, still locked in her bosom, covering her face, neck, and chest as she cheered.

Mirabelle was simply so grateful to be alive, to feel alive, that she did things with the boy she had never dreamed of doing in all her long years. She wondered if he'd gotten her pregnant. Not such a terrible outcome after nearly dying in the river.

Janos had filled her womb several times, and all over her fat tits, and even once in her ass, but still she never seemed to get enough. She'd lost count of how many times she'd came all over his cock, but it was an ecstasy she was only too happy to have again and again.

Reason regrettably returned as the sun began to rise, and when Mirabelle saw the boy showed no signs of slowing down, she knew she had chosen correctly.

***

When Janos woke in his own bed the next day, having had the most incredible dream, he noticed he had really slept in late. The house was empty, and the sun was high in the sky. He rubbed his eyes and tried to recall everything that had happened last night.

It came on in flashes, foggy and distorted, but very erotic. Mirabelle's busty body on top of him. Or taking her from behind, thrusting into her deliciously wet cunt. Her words and promises. He sat up, yawning and stretching, also trying to recall what she'd said... about a prosperous future being ahead of him.

Oh well, he thought, waking up late and missing work was not exactly prosperous.

His head throbbed as he stumbled into the kitchen but felt much better as soon as he ate something and drank plenty of water. What had been in that tea? He took his time, having already come to terms with missing work. He'd deal with that later.

His mother and sister were evidently at the bakery. They had to start quite early each morning, preparing the bread and rolls for the day. He smiled, picturing his saint of a mother leaned over the counter with her big rolling pin. His little sister Sara, mother's keen apprentice. Janos felt guilty knowing most of their hard work was probably already done and he had just woken up.

An hour later, he was dressed and out the door, trying to think of something he'd tell the mill master... other than that he had slept in again.

On his way down the stone path, he heard a familiar sound coming from his neighbour's front window. Bryna Risley, the meddlesome widow who lived next door, was shouting his name. He sighed and decided not to turn around and face her. He wasn't ready for more of her nosey prodding again today.

'Janos,' she called from her window. 'Where are you off to?'

'Good morning, Ms Risley,' he managed as he was opening the wooden gate.

'Why, it's midday, Janos,' she said. 'What are you doing home at this hour?'

'I was just leaving, Ms Risley.'

'For work?' she called.

'Yes, Ms Risley,' he held the gate open. 'That was my intent.'

'Well don't bother! Tom Wystrin already came round this morning, banging on your front door and announcing your termination to the whole neighbourhood. You're lucky your mother and sister were already gone to the bakery.'

'What?' Janos turned around. 'He did?'

All Ms Risely did was stare at him.

Janos shrugged and closed the gate. Sure, he had been late before, but he'd had fair excuses each time. In any case, Master Wystrin had always seemed open to reasoning with him. Well, he figured, at least I can go back to bed. He considered this news more carefully and reflected on his attitude towards his loud-mouthed neighbour. He supposed she wasn't all that bad. Just a lonely lady who needed to make everything her business. He figured her bark was worse than her bite.

'I suppose I ought to thank you, Ms Risley,' he sighed.

'Uhhh... um, yes, indeed you should, young man,' said the nosey widow, in a noticeably more distant tone. 'You might as well... um, make yourself useful... in your unemployment... and help me with my thatching.'

Janos was about to argue with the harridan, but what was the use? She'd still live next to them at the end of the day.

'Sure. I'll get the ladder,' he sighed again.

Another hour and he had the front of Ms Risley's roof neatly trimmed. Janos barely thought about the fortune teller's words when he brought the ladder round back and set it up on his neighbour's uneven cobblestone path. So far nothing felt all that different.

Then he remembered Mirabelle had told him any woman... oh no, Ms Risley?

He quickly made his way up the ladder with his shears and got to work. His progress was slow this time because the ladder was so uneven. There was nothing for it except for him to ask for help. He'd just have to try and not make eye contact... again.

Inside, Bryna Risley was having very strange thoughts.

Ever since the boy had looked at her earlier, something had awoken deep within her loins. They felt like they were on fire! She hadn't been this soaking wet in years. Bryna was doing everything she could to maintain her composure, but the truth was the forty-six-year-old hadn't had a good banging in over five years and, suddenly, she was having extremely perverse thoughts about the big brute working outside.

Janos peered through the rear window and spotted her standing in the kitchen.

'Uh... Ms Risley?'

'Yes?' she snapped. 'What is it? Are you all done?

'No... sorry, Ms Risley. Do you mind coming out here and keeping the ladder steady for me? If you want this done right, I'll need your help.

'Oh, blessed Redeemer... I do... I do want it done right,' she whispered.

'Huh?'

'Yes, Janos. Yes. I'll help you.'

She slowly walked out, fighting back her urge to collapse and rub her sensitive pussy. Soon, Janos directed her to stand close and hold the ladder steady while he chopped along the edges.

Bryna was immediately aware of the boy's pronounced bulge when she stood in front of the ladder, her arms outstretched to hold the rails. A rung was pressed right into his groin, and, through the thin material of his breeches, his cock and balls were comically framed and hanging right in front of her face!

'Oh!' She blurted. 'Oh um... Janos. My goodness.'

'Steady, Ms Risley.'

The big lump in his pants started to flop around as he chopped and Bryna was inching dangerously close to it, as if it were calling to her to bury her face between his legs. She caught herself actually drooling over this absurd sight. What's happened to me? She silently screamed. Why am I so fucking horny!?

'I'm all done now, Ms Risley,' he called down. 'Thanks for your help!'

'Uhhhh... so soon?' she said peeling her eyes away.

'Yup. All done.' Janos climbed down and, for a heartbeat, their eyes met.

In that instant, Janos saw something wash over Ms Risley's face, as if she had been splashed with cold water. He had to admit, for an older woman, Ms Risley wasn't all that bad looking. She was nearly as tall as him and had a distinct hawkish face, a big nose, and a greying brown bun of hair. She usually dressed conservatively, being the local schoolteacher, but today she was more casually garbed, with a light blue dress and a puffy white sweater.

Janos couldn't be sure, but he thought she had a decently large pair of tits under there too. Whether or not she did, Ms Risley seemed like she looked after herself and had a shapely, hourglass frame that her clothes only seemed to accentuate. All in all, though not his usual type, especially after last night, Janos conceded Ms Risley was a very well put together lady.

'Oh, Janos... why don't you... come inside? I'll make you... um, some lunch?'

Janos kicked idly, chewed his lip and caught her looking at his bulge. Something swelled within him. Ms Risley swayed near the door; her hands joined at her midsection pressing her boobs together through her sweater. She gaped at him now, her matronly cleavage partially exposed at the neckline. She was clearly waiting for him to say yes or no.

'Uh, well... Sure, I guess I am hungry,' Janos nodded.

Bryna smiled warmly. 'Splendid! Come in, come in. I've... worked up quite the appetite myself.'

For lunch, Bryna served her own gushing, mature pussy to the famished teenager. They hadn't been in the kitchen five minutes before Janos had her propped up on the counter and was down on his knees between her spread legs, munching on her soaking wet cunt as if it were a five-course meal.

'Mmm, Ms Risley,' he groaned, tonguing her hot wet folds with gusto.

'Janos! Janos... oh, you wicked little boy! Eat it! Suck my pussy good.' Bryna had one hand tightly clasped to her chest while the other held Janos' dirty blonde hair as he made oral love to her muffin.

'You're... really wet, Ms Risley.'

'Oh! Oh!' she bleated. 'I'm so... so fucking horny, Janos. That's why! I don't know what's come over me! Don't stop! Never stop! Ohhhhh that's wonderful!'

'Yes, Ms Risley,' he managed between licks.

Bryna maintained a firm grip on his head. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had eaten her out this well or this attentively. She'd certainly never done anything like this before. Never during her marriage, that was for sure. Never with someone so young! And yet... she embraced Janos like an old lover. As soon as they were alone in the kitchen, the two made out passionately against the counter before he lifted her up on it, hiked her long dress up to her hips, and shoved his face between her legs.

Presently she had one long leg draped over his shoulder while Janos held onto the other as he kissed and licked and sucked her hairy wet cunt.

After a few minutes of dedicated oral loving, she signaled for him to come up for air. The burly teen's face was absolutely covered in glistening cunt juice and Bryna couldn't help but lick his cheek needfully between more kisses.

'Was that... good for you, Ms Risley?' Janos asked between smooches.

'Oh, Janos! That was incredible. Thank you so much!'

They kissed and kissed and kissed.

Suddenly he looked concerned. 'We're not done... are we, Ms Risley?'

Bryna laughed warmly, reaching down to pat him on the butt. 'Oh, you sweet boy! Of course not. I'm dying to see what's in those pants! Carry me to the bedroom,' her voice was husky with desire.

'Yes, Ms Risley.' He threw her down on the bed and began to undress.

At first, Bryna simply had to watch him. She had never seen a man in such good shape, nor been with anyone so well grown before... and the sight of his bare chest, all those muscles, made her swoon. She bit her lip when she saw his thick shaft whip out of his pants. It just kept going!

'Oh, my goodness, Janos, is that... all for me?' she croaked.

'Mmhmm... Yes, Ms Risley,' Janos said. 'Are you... going to take off your clothes too?'

Bryna stared at the naked teenager in her bedroom. This was completely absurd! Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be caught dead in such a situation. Especially with a former student. But she was so fucking horny... her juices, had her cunt ever been this wet? Her slick cunt oil was literally flooding out from between her legs... and if this boy's big dick didn't cork her soon enough... well, they'd both be drowning!

Despite the last vestiges of rational thought, the next thing she knew, Bryna was buck naked on the bed, Janos laying next to her, nursing on her boobs while he fingered her some more. His hands were massive, and it was an actual wonder he had two stuffed inside her... but there was something even bigger she was dying to fit in there. Right now, she had one of her talon-like hands wrapped around it.

Soon it got to be too much. The tension of waiting for him to pierce her depths and she moaned longer than she thought she would.

'Ummmmm, Janos?'

'Mmm?' he said, not bothering to stop sucking.

'Don't you think you should... uh, well...'

With a loud pop, he looked up at her face of pure lust. 'You want me to stick it in now, Ms Risley?'

She nodded meekly.

He looked deep into her eyes, searching her soul for the former bitch who had for so long tortured him over the years with this or that. Where was she now? Where was the bossy, nosey crone, always sticking her neck out the window and asking them a million questions every morning? Who was this demure woman, naked on the bed, furtively navigating his body with her probing fingers? Was that her secret, Janos wondering, back to chewing on one fat nipple before repositioning himself between her spread legs. She was so strict and serious in the real world, all the time... only to be so completely submissive in the bedroom!

Now they were both staring down his fully erect penis, throbbing menacingly, as it lay on her stomach, the bulbous head resting against her belly button and drooling a steady stream of precum over her taut flesh.

'Oh, what a size,' she whispered. 'I had no idea they... um, got this big.'

Janos smiled, holding himself up over her. 'Thanks, Ms Risley. I sure hope it fits! I'm awfully horny.'

'Oh, me too, Janos. Me too! I'm sure... with enough effort, we'll get you all inside.'

She watched him take hold of it by the root in a strong grip and lean back to press the tip against her gooey maw. Both gasped when a hot spray of precum squirted out, coating her bush.

She heard him speak but she couldn't register the words. Only the feeling of such intense heat pressed against her mature pussy.

'Ready, Ms Risley?'

Her voice came out in a plea, louder than intended. 'PLEASE,' she cried, 'call me Bryna...'

Janos proceeded to fuck Bryna's brains out. For the rest of the afternoon, they went at it like rabbits. Janos took her on the bed, in various positions, eerily echoing his previous night.

Eventually, rolling onto the floor, both laughing as they kept going.

Bryna was a remarkable woman, a veritable overflowing font of sexual energy that had apparently just been waiting, years perhaps, for him to show up and unleash her talents.

Janos was very happy to stuff the horny lady full of every fat inch he had, and incredibly, she seemed more than capable of keeping up. More than willing to take him rough and hard. To have him empty inside her as much as he wanted. She screamed through all her orgasms and Janos was so thankful his mother and sister weren't home next door to hear her yelling his name.

As the afternoon went on, Janos learned a thing or two about Ms Risley that one would never guess from her daily life. She liked to be dominated in the bedroom. She needed to be told what to do... had demanded it! The slut must have cum more times than he could count, and she really liked to be thrown around. More than one time she had asked him to hold her down by the throat while he fucked her, applying more and more pressure, and watching her face turn red.

Later, he flipped her over on her stomach and slammed deep into her.

'You like that, bitch? You want it harder?' He pumped her from behind, watching her fleshy ass react to his pounding. He listened to her moans among the bed board banging against the wall.

'Ohh, uh, uh! Yes! Yes! Harder, you big fucker! Stuff me... ugh ugh... with everyyyy inccccch!'

'Take it, Ms Risley,' he smacked her ass. 'Take it all!'

'Oh! Oh Janos! Janos please! Slam it into me... I need it! I need it soooooo bad!'

Back on her back, she was reaching for his hand again and directing him to her throat. She was really into being dominated. Janos, who easily had a hundred pounds on her, was mildly apprehensive to choke her out, naturally. But when her begging continued, he quickly realized Bryna seemed to orgasm a lot faster when she was being fucked apart like this, being taken so forcefully, and nearly strangled alive. Sure, it was a lot for the teenager to take in, that some woman wanted it like this, but it was also terribly erotic. Janos filled her cunt three times that afternoon with loads just as huge as what he'd given to Mirabelle only last night.

Afterwards, they lay on the bed catching their breath.

'Ms Risley,' he asked after a long silence.

'Yes, Janos?' she purred.

'Have you... ever been to see the fortune teller?'

'Mirabelle?' She raised her head off the pillow. 'Yes, I suppose I've been to see her... um, several times. She really is quite good. Why do you ask?'

'Oh, you have?' He nodded knowingly. 'And... well, would you say that a lot... of women in town go to see her? Go to have her read their tea leaves?'

Bryna soothed him and nuzzled his head between her sweat-coated tits. 'Shush, silly boy! Surely most of them do. Now what's this all about?'

'Mmm,' he murmured, letting her smell surround him. 'Just... curious I guess.'

'I see,' she said absently, reaching between his legs. 'Oh my, you're... um, ready to go again?'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah!'

***

After several heartfelt promises, Janos left his neighbour's house and snuck over to his backyard.

The sun was setting, and he knew his mom and sister must be home by now. He just hoped they hadn't heard him giving it to Ms Risley. Sure enough, before he even walked through the door, he heard his mother's voice call, 'Janos, if that's you, please tend to the brazier!'

Mom made rabbit stew! The boy was starving, and he quickly crossed the room and eyed the boiling pot hung over the low fire. Janos could think of little else at this moment than wolfing down several bowls of stew after so many vigorous rounds with Ms Risley. What an energetic lady, he thought. Younger girls could rarely keep up, but these older ladies sure knew how to go multiple times!

In her bedroom, Janey wiped her face and changed into her evening clothes. She sighed looking into the mirror and listened to her tummy rumble. Rabbit stew again tonight. The Flynt's weren't well off by any means, but when her no-good husband left her for a much younger woman five years ago, he left behind a very profitable little bakery which, to be fair, Janey had mostly been behind the success of. Naturally the entire town came to show their support, and with the help of her two children, she managed to keep their heads above water.

At four foot eight and generously thick in all the right places, thirty-nine-year-old Janey was frustratingly single, had a heavy bosom and waistline that seemed to get bigger with every bite she took, and more grey hairs these days than she could pluck. She worked her butt off but often felt lonely and vulnerable. What she wanted more than anything was a meaningful connection with a man who understood her needs and saw her as a person and not just a business owner.

'Where's Sara?' she heard Janos call from the kitchen, pulling her from her thoughts.

'Over to Lily's for the night! Go on, help yourself,' she called and finished up. She put on her little white slippers and waddled out to the kitchen to find her big lout of a son already filling his bowl again. She had to laugh at the boy; he could easily have eaten the entire pot if she wasn't there.

'Hey, little mommy,' he said, sitting back down at the table.

'Busy day at the mill?' she asked disingenuously as she fixed herself a bowl.

'Uh,' he said between gulps. 'Actually mom... about that.'

Janey chuckled. 'Don't bother. The news is all over town.'

'Oh no,' Janos slumped and stopped eating. 'Already?'

'What did you expect, Janos? You've been late three times this month already! Today they said you didn't even show up. What was he supposed to do?'

'Mom,' he started and then thought better of it. How much should he tell her? If the town knew about him being fired, word would soon get round about him and Mirabelle. Maybe not yet but some lonely lady was sure to brag about what the fortune teller had given him. He should have told Ms Risley to stay quiet about them...

'What?' she asked, seeing the worry on his handsome face. She searched her boy's eyes. What was going on in there? 'What is it, my baby?'

'Mom... oh, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you.'

Janey shrugged and took another slurp of her stew. 'Try me, young man. You think I haven't heard it all at my age?'

'Mom, stop it,' he smiled. 'You're not even that old.' He caught himself looking at her plump bosom resting on the table as she ate.

'Aw, don't try and butter me up! What's happened now?'

Janos grappled with conflicting thoughts for a few tough seconds but then relinquished his conscience. This was his mother after all. She'd do anything for him. He might as well tell her what happened last night, most of it anyway, and see what sort of advice she offered.

He proceeded to tell her about saving Mirabelle and bringing her back to her house. Janos explained that he'd stayed there for a while, warming up and making sure she was alright, and eventually he drank some of her strange tea.

Janos went on telling his story, not noticing the strange look his mother now had on her face, the glossy look in her eyes. He decided not to tell her about Mirabelle and him getting intimate. Or about Ms Risley earlier today.

He didn't think his mother needed to hear all that... nor did he think she'd understand. As far as Janos knew, his sweet mother wasn't the type to believe in magic tea or anything like that. Janos would like nothing more than to go on thinking his dear old mother was as pious as the Redeemer, chaste and good, but he was quite young and naïve, and kind of dumb, after all.

The truth was Janey Flynt was a completely unhinged when it came to sex, her comedically proportioned body routinely told her to get thoroughly fucked apart and have more children. She would love to listen to her body, make no mistake. The problem was that there was very little to choose from in such a small town and why, clandestinely, she regularly went to see Mirabelle, drank her magic tea, and furiously masturbated as often as she could when, night after night, no big strapping woodsman kicked down her door and ravaged her all night long.

Presently something very strange was happening to her as she listened to her son lie to her. She always knew when he was lying. He wasn't smart enough to spin a good story like her daughter Sara. Instead of pressing him however, all Janey could do was stare at his handsome face, his big broad shoulders. That massive chest. Why did he have to be so blessedly well built? Janos looked like he could easily pick her up and throw her on the table... or her bed.

Janey's head was spinning, and she had to think hard to make the right words come out.

'Well Janos... you're... a hero then. You saved that woman's life. And... you're lucky to be alive!'

'Uh huh! Yeah, thanks, mom. You're right.' He shrugged his shoulders.

'Relax,' she told herself then realized she'd said it out loud.

'Huh?'

'Oh... uh, well... I'm sure if you go to the mill tomorrow and explain everything you just told me, he'll have to give you your job back. I'm sort of surprised I hadn't heard this story... about the fortune teller... already.'

'Me too,' Janos said, forehead starting to sweat. 'I guess, maybe after tonight, it'll start getting around town.'

'Huh, why's that?' she gripped the table. Her cunt was throbbing!

Janos' eyes went wide, trying to think of what to say. 'Well... uh, when someone... goes to see her, I mean. I'm sure Mirabelle will tell them about what happened... '

'What... happened,' Janey echoed in a strangely distant voice, and repeated, 'what... happened last night. Janos... I'm starting to feel... so funny suddenly.'

'Oh no,' Janos straightened in his chair, cluing in to what was going on. 'Mom... wait. Have you... ever been over there? To see Mirabelle?'

'Huh? My goodness Janos, yes, of course. Who hasn't? She just a tea reader, after all,' Janey tried to laugh, but she could feel the juice literally spurt onto her thighs. 'Telling lonely women fantasies about... their love lives.'

'No, mom,' Janos pleaded, horror setting in as the fleshy tube between his legs began to expand. 'Listen to me. They're not fantasies. Mirabelle really does have magical powers. Just ask Bryna-'

'Bryna? Next door Bryna?' Janey tossed her head.

'Uh, yes. That Bryna.' Janos was caught and his mother suddenly sounded as if she had drunk too much red wine.

'What's she got to do with you?' Janey snapped.

Janos fidgeted for a second but there was no point, she was staring and giving him no chance to come up with something. He had no choice but to tell her about what had happened this afternoon. All of it.

'I'll kill her! Taking advantage of my son like that! The harridan! The old harpy!' Janey was up in a flash and headed for the door.

Janos acted fast and caught her arm as she moved past. She twirled into his lap and faced him. His mother was too tiny to free herself but tried regardless as he wrapped his arms around her.

'Mom, stop,' he begged. 'Mom, please! I can explain! Oh, mom... I can't believe you've been to see that fortune teller. You drank... the tea.'

She struggled feebly against his big arms around her. 'Yes! Of course I did,' she said, kicking and wiggling to free herself, painfully aware of the sizable lump under her butt. 'What's the big deal?'

'I drank it too, mom!' Janos yelped. 'We're just magnets for it now. Being pulled against-'

His words were lost in their sudden embrace, their wet lips mashed together in a lusty kiss.

One second Janey fought to free herself from her big brute of a son, the next she fell against his chest as they kissed. Her whole body sat comfortably nestled on his lap and Janey fought against surrender, against his warmth, until his head came down, his mouth meeting hers.

This was not the kind of kiss a son gives his mother either. Her mind reeled. This was no little peck on the lips before bed. They were romantically locked in passion, mother and son, moaning softly together as their faces roved across each other.

Janey's mind rebelled but her body was really starting to enjoy the feeling of that big log wedged against her butt. Soon, any thoughts of revenge on poor Ms Risley fleeted from her thoughts. All she wanted now was her big strong boy to do things to her... things that no son should do to their mother. She felt her arms relax, her body release all tension, and she gave in completely to this mysterious force guiding both of them into such an intense state of eroticism.

They made out for a long time until the little jolts between Janey's legs got stronger and stronger and were simply too powerful to ignore. Next thing she knew, Janey was twisting around and pushing everything off the table. Bowls and plates crashed onto the floor. They both ignored them. Her son let go of her and she stood up. Janey huffed and panted, her eyes immediately going to the pronounced bulge in his pants. There was no going back now. This was really happening.

'Mom?'

She lifted her nightgown over her head and threw it on the floor. She untied her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. Her breasts were massive teardrops that hung low on her round tummy. Her hips were wide and fleshy, her skin pearly white. He couldn't stop staring at her bright pink nipples, pointing down at the floor.

'Mom!'

'Take them off, baby. Take off your pants.'

Janos nodded meekly and slipped out of his drawers. Once again, his long cock flipped up against his stomach and he witnessed another woman's reaction upon seeing it. Except this time, it's my mom! The low groan she gave was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard, her naked form the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Suddenly the idea of his sweet little mother... before him now as such a profoundly sexual being was totally overwhelming.

'Oh, mom...'

'Blessed Redeemer, Janos. You've certainly grown up!'

'Mom, you're body...'

'I know, baby,' she said. 'I'm not as young as I used to be.'

'No! You're beautiful! You're so perfect. You... did this to me!'

'I did?' she folded her arms around her boobs, causing them to swell up.

'Oh fuck, mom. Your body is... incredible.'

'Better than... Ms Risley's?'

'Who?' Janos smirked and stood to hold her. His rigid cock pressed against her tummy and right between her massive udders. He felt her rest her head against his chest.

'Kiss me, baby,' she whispered and raised her head up again. 'I need this, Janos. Mommy needs it so bad! Am I a terrible mommy?'

'Never. You're amazing. You deserve... every pleasure in this world.'

'Janos,' she purred, kissing him again. 'Take me.'

'Here? On the table?' He stammered.

'Uh huh,' she pleaded. 'I'm so fucking wet, baby. I need it so bad! I'm just as horny as you are, baby boy. Come on and give it to mommy... right now. Make love to me, my son... I can't wait any longer!'

Having learned from Ms Risley, Janos took his mother at her word. He flipped her around and forced her over the table, her big ass spreading wide to receive him.

'Janos!'

He gripped his iron rod of a shaft at the root and smacked it against her butt, each cheek getting a few taps and smearing a dab of vicious precum around in circles. He smiled as he heard his little mommy moan and cry in anticipation of the pounding she was about to receive. He lined up his angry purple cockhead against her puffy wet vagina, dripping perversely, lips of fatty mass pressed together and accentuated by her fleshy legs. The unholy urge to stick his face right in there was unbelievably powerful, but more so was the driving force to mount his mom.

Like a stallion breeding a thoroughbred mare, Janos sank inch after inch of veiny teenage cock all the way in his mother's hot juicy cunt. Both sighed audibly from the exceptional pleasure as he touched bottom, balls resting snug against her labia.

Janos' big dick was tailor made for his mother's pussy. The same place that had birthed him less than two decades ago. The feeling was phenomenal.

Twenty minutes later, they were still on the table.

Janos had just finished cumming inside her, much to Janey's delight, pumping his poor little mommy full of potent swimmers, amidst her shrill cries, the rhythmic wet slapping of their bodies, and the creaking protests of the kitchen table. But as with Mirabelle, and Ms Risley, he was hardly done. The magic in the tea wasn't going to let either of them off that easily. And so, while Janey struggled to catch her breath, Janos wordlessly started thrusting into her once again, his powerful teenager cock as erect as ever.

'Oh! Again? Oh my... Bay-Beee!' she cried, cumming a third time.

'Yes, mommy! Ugh... ugh... we're not done yet!

'Oh, my goodness! O-kayyy! Oh, fuck me, baby!' She screamed, trying to keep up.

He'd never heard her swear like this before. 'You like that, mom? Like all this hard dick... just for you?'

'Ugh, ugh... Janos!' she grasped at the corners of the table for dear life. 'Harrrrrrrderrrrr!'

Soon he was getting tired of standing. The overgrown teenager pulled out halfway and flipped her around with ease, much to his mother's squealing surprise. Janos scooped her up in his arms and, letting her slide down just a little more on his big prick, his hips curved up to give her quick little thrusts as he waddled them towards her bedroom.

It was very awkward going, but not unpleasant, and he managed to make it to her bed, still conjoined, and then unceremoniously plop her down on the mattress, along with himself.

'Well done, baby!' she cheered, rolling onto him. 'Now it's mommy's turn to take charge!' Janey climbed up between his legs and proceeded to mount her son.

Both watched as her fatty upper pubic area bulged with his monster cock, travelling up and burying into her womb. Janey nearly came again as she rolled forward and let his glans press deep against her sensitive cervix, rocking her lower body and letting her hips thrust as the thing desperately tried to pierce her inner chamber.

'He wants in there so badly, baby,' she moaned.

Janos had his face buried up into her hanging boobs. 'Huh?' he managed.

'Mommy's... ovulating, Janos.' She panted. 'Mommy's womb... wants all your seed tonight. I hope you've got a big load... in there... all for mommy!'

Janos' head fell back in pure ecstasy. Mom wants to have my kid? The idea of breeding his mom was almost unbearably erotic. 'Oh shit, mom. You're too much. You want me to knock you up, huh? You want me to put a baby in you?'

'Oh fuck, baby. Yes... mommy wants to get pregnant! Fill me up again, baby. Give me all that heavenly nut butter! I need another massive load!'

'Fuck, mom!' he pumped harder. 'Yeah... yeah, I've got a big load for you alright.'

'Only... one, baby?' But she could say no more as he grabbed her hips and powered into her with the full force of his enormous hips.

Janey, a chorus of moans, squeals, and grunts, refused to let her extremely virile son finish anywhere other than buried within her clutching womb. Something deep in her subconscious, her intuition, felt assured she and son had conceived a child this night.

Janos, operating purely on primal lust for the sexy woman who'd birthed him, pumped and pumped his busty little mommy until his long fat cock was a blood red rod of pulsating flesh, throbbing and irritated, but well-loved, and with a constant stream of baby batter drooling from the slick head.

Eventually, sometime after midnight, while his fucked-apart mother slept like a baby, Janos, for whatever reason, was alert, restless and still painfully erect. He thought about waking his mom, going for another round, but thought better given how peaceful she looked.

Soon he rose to get some water and, upon opening the door, walked right into his little sister!

***

Sara Flynt had every intention of spending the night at Lily's house.

The girls loved to stay up late, laughing and playing games, doing their hair and gossiping about all the local drama concerning the youth of Endrut. Sara was pretty, petite, and skinny, with mosquito bites for boobs and prominent pink nipples. She had a lanky build with long, boney legs that left a gap between her legs and a perky butt that begged to be slapped. Her hair a bob a dirty blonde hair that bounced around her cheeks. She was sly and witty, and much more intelligent than she let on, often having to dumb herself down to make friends in town.

Conversely, Lily Symlos was everything Sara wanted to be as a young girl. She was doe-eyed and seductively curvy, with round red lips and a cherubic face. She wasn't the brightest, but she was definitely the best looking among their clique. Lily had developed early and had a remarkable set of fat, heavy tits that hung low on her slim chest. Boys often made fun of her when they were younger, but no one made fun of her now. She rarely wore anything that didn't accentuate her full, bursting cleavage, jiggly globes lined with stretch marks from the speed of their constant growth. It had been one major reason Janos had immediately taken notice of her.

Though the girls didn't always see eye to eye and were prone to bickering (Lily having only recently been dumped by Janos) the mood tonight was warm and friendly. At some point however, Lily's mom came home looking all hot and bothered and, without saying a word, went directly to her bedroom, which seemed to put a damper on their fun.

Thirty-two-year-old Gwendolith Symlos was the Vicker's wife and while her much older husband was often away in northern Sar Sanrosan, leaving his young wife and daughter home alone, Gwen had to frequently take matters into her own hands.

Sensing the awkward tension, two girls followed suite and went to Lily's room right next to her mother's.

Lily had once explained to Sara that since daddy was away for weeks on end, mommy went out to see the fortune teller and have her tea leaves read. Sara knew all about the tea reader and that most of the lonely women in town went there from time to time. Lily said mommy often came home in a frazzled state and, much like tonight, went straight to her bedroom. This was the first time Sara had encountered the aftereffects of such visits to the famous tea reader outside town.

'Listen,' Lily whispered as the girls gathered on the bed in their underwear. 'She'll be starting soon enough.'

Momentarily they heard a low moaning coming from the other side of the wall, and a dull rhythmic thudding soon followed. The girls began to smirk and giggle, listening to Gwen masturbate. A little later they could hear the gentle rocking of the bed and an almost pleading whisper of yes, yes, yes.

Sara and Lily had to stifle giggles when Gwen really started to go to town on herself, rocking harder and moaning louder.

'Wow, she's really into this, huh?'

'Uh huh,' Lily nodded, biting her lip and sizing up her friend. 'She does it a lot when daddy is gone.'

Sara knew all about Father Symlos' trips, but she was never going to tell her friend about that.

Presently she could feel Lily's wandering eye on her sharp nipples poking through her nightie, but Sara couldn't help feeling a little out of sorts over the cries of passion coming from beyond the wall. 'Uhh.... Lily. Maybe I better go home?'

'Huh? You sure?' Lily said, peeling out of her undies and starting to slowly massage her pussy. 'No reason we can't... have some fun as well.'

Sara didn't blink twice at her friend. This wasn't unusual for them. They had experimented a few times in the past but never with an adult at home. She listened to the muffled moaning and watched as her friend also begin to masturbate, Lily's fingers rubbing circles around her engorged clit and squeeze one of her huge boobs.

And yet, Sara just wasn't feeling it tonight. Something was off, and she knew she would feel better if she went home. 'Maybe tomorrow,' she finally said, putting on her clothes.

Lily, already two fingers buried in her leaking twat, nodded understandingly. 'Suit yourself,' she sighed and kept going. 'Say hello to your brother for me.'

'Don't worry, I will,' she kissed goodbye and headed out.

Sara knew all about Lily and Janos's stormy romance. The two had been quite the item a few months ago but Lily's father hadn't approved of them unless Janos was willing to propose marriage. Despite their youth, Lily had eventually come around to the idea of getting hitched, but Janos soured from being told what to do and abruptly ended things. Walking home, Sara thought of her big brother, admiring his looks, his independence, his physique. She had, for so long, listened to Lily regale her of the incredibly passionate nights she'd spent with Janos.

What did he see in her? No doubt her loose morals, her lusty bosom, and her generous hips. Sara listened with mixture of interest and jealousy as Lily would blather on and on about having to wrestle with such a well-endowed lover. Lily gushed over how Janos would worship her fat tits, nursing on them like a baby, while he stuffed her like a turkey. Sara always listened, secretly wondering... hoping and praying... she might soon be blessed with such features... busty bodies like her mother, and Lily's mother, and even Lily seemed to carry around so easily.

While Sara wasn't sure she'd ever have big ones like her mom, she didn't let that stop her from fantasizing about sleeping with her brother. It made no difference. Janos hardly seemed aware of her existence. They rarely spoke and he didn't even bother coming round the bakery anymore. She often wondered if he'd found some new lover, and it was all he could do to keep her away from Sara and their mother. Despite his distance, Sara idolized her brother and his dim-wittedness. She'd gladly marry him if given the chance, a fantasy she'd often fallen to sleep to, imaging all their glorious, inbred offspring. The Velcins did it enough, why can't I have my hunky brother?

It was therefore a quite fortuitous event that night for young Sara Flynt, walking all the way home, for upon entering, she heard the all too familiar sounds of moaning and bed creaking that she had just left at Lily's.

What's that about, Sara wondered as she hung up her coat. She could hear a bed frame banging against the wall, legs of the bed creaking and scratching against the hardwood flooring. Sara decided not to announce her arrival; it was quite late after all. A few more seconds passed, and she knew it was her mother moaning and grunting quite audibly.

Sara carefully crept down the dark hallway. This was very unlike her mother, to bring someone home, given her reputation as a workaholic and how well she knew most of the worthless louts in town. Mommy certainly hadn't said anything at the bakery either...

It was quite a surprise therefore to find her mother's bedroom door ajar as she approached the source of all that banging and shouting. Sara couldn't help herself! She had to peep her little head in the darkness and try to see the shapes on mommy's bed...

There was a big muscular man absolutely giving it to her poor little mommy! Sara couldn't see his face, but she could easily make out her mom, cast in moonlight, splayed out on the bed, massive tits flopping on her chest, her legs held up high for the great beast to thrust in and out of her juicy mommy cunt. All the wet slapping and grunting was making Sara's head spin.

'Give it to me, baby! Ohhhh! Give it to mommy! You're so big! So... fucking... big!'

Presently the shapes picked up the pace, panting and thrusting in harmony, lots of ah, ah, ahs! and uh uh uhs! Sara had never heard her sweet little mother yell so passionately before. She must be really enjoying herself! It was remarkably erotic for the peeping teenager and, despite her initial revulsion at seeing her mom totally naked and in such a state of sexual pleasure, Sara couldn't stop looking.

'Baby, don't stop! Don't stop. Don't stop! Ughhh don't slow down. Deeper! Harder!'

Sara listened to her mother's pained voice and all that juicy slapping, flesh on flesh, his powerful hips smacking against her matronly thighs. Oh, the heavy smell of sex was intense, and she would catch great wafts of their fluids every few seconds. Soon, Sara couldn't help herself; down went her fingers and she was playing with herself in no time!

'Harder, baby!' her mommy moaned. Sara lifted her head up just a little, trying to get a better look at him.

'Baby! Oh, you're soooo hard! So big! Ohhhh... cumming again! Again! Mommy's cummmmming!'

Sara rubbed herself faster, watching her mom's legs twitch and shake up in the air around the beast's big back. If mommy needed a break after her orgasm, she didn't tell her lover. Sara watched as mommy let her legs wrap around the man and pull him into her even deeper.

Soon he was pumping her just as hard as before!

'Ughhhh! Oh my, baby boy! You should have been fucking mommy years ago! You made mommy cum... so many times tonight. You're so fucking deep inside mommy. So deep... and so hard harder, Janos...'

'JANOS!?' Sara almost gasped - but caught herself before it was too late. Mom... and Janos? fucking? Her mind did back flips. Her horse hung big brother was giving it hard to their little mommy... while they thought she was sleeping over to Lily's! How long had this been going on, she wondered. She wanted to march in there and scream at them. She felt so betrayed. She was angry. She was furious... and she was unreasonably horny!

And she noticed she hadn't stopped masturbating.

Sara watched them go at it for ten more minutes until her brother roared his orgasm and mommy begged him to dump it inside her. She sounded totally ridiculous. Begging for it in her guts. Janos chanted for her to get pregnant.

They sounded like... like there were under some kind of spell...

Sara's brain clicked and realized this was not some perverse coincidence. Lily's mom... Janos and mom... It had to be that tea reader! She tried to piece it all together... it seemed like a stretch, until she watched Janos flip mommy over and was taking her from behind on her stomach, eventually pumping her with so much cum Sara could literally see it spray out against her mom's legs. This is unnatural, Sara reasoned, still working her clit idly. Janos might be well-endowed but he's not some supernatural lover. She'd heard enough from Lily to know that. It had to be magic!

Sara had long since brought herself off and still they kept at it.

Janos, as if possessed, took mommy over and over. They never slowed down, despite cumming in her several times, despite probably waking the neighbourhood up with her screams, mother and son were locked in incestuous passion. He would pull it out and slap his long tube of flesh against her fat tits or stomach, on her huge ass or on her outstretched tongue, and then shove it back in whatever hole was the closest.

Then they'd be grunting and huffing all over again.

What a lucky girl, sara thought.

It occurred to Sara then that the opportunity was, at last, here for her. Why jump in and interrupt... when she could finally have her brother all to herself? Why not simply pretend she was also under the influence of the witch's magic tea? Why, Janos would have no choice then... he'd have to let her fool around with him. Sare was hungrily diddling herself again as she pieced it together.

The plot came together nearly as quick as sara did from her fingers.

Sara wanted Janos all to herself and she had the perfect way to get him. He had for so long ignored his little sister, waved her off, or not even acknowledged her existence, while she had for so long pined for him... how many nights had she had to endure... him coming home from lily's, the scent of her sex pungent on his sinewy body... while she was forced to finger herself to sleep?

And now, all because some lonely fortune teller wanted to use them as pawns, mommy gets to fuck him? No more! Sara resolved. This is finally my chance!

Luckily, it had only taken another round or so for Janos to finally finish mommy off. Even then, when she heard mom sleeping, Sara wondered if Janos would not simply go to sleep in there as well, but the bed was hardly big enough for the two of them. He would surely go back to his room.

Sara snuck backwards and waited in the doorframe of her brother's room. Janos would have to leave at some point, and she was sure not going to let him go to bed alone...

'Sara!?' Janos gasped, smacking into her as he left the room.

'Hello... brother,' she purred, resting a palm against where his slimy cock had momentarily squished against her stomach. 'Finished, are you?'

'Oh no... Sara... but mom said you were-'

'Huh? She said I was what?'

'Well... uh... but we didn't think you were home!'

'Well, here I am,' she whispered, coming closer. 'Sorry I missed... most of the fun.'

'Fun?'

'Or... have I?' she said, dropping her little finger down to tap the top of his swollen glans. 'My goodness, Janos! Why is it so hard?

'Sara...'

'Still not done, are you?'

'Sara,' Janos whispered, looking back at their sleeping mother. 'Now... don't get any ideas.'

'Ideas? But Janos, don't you understand? Why, I'm... as helpless as mommy.'

'Oh no... Sara,' Janos said. 'Not you too? You... drank the tea?'

Sara had to fight back her mischievous little smile. The big oaf had bought it. 'Mmm... brother, hasn't everyone?' she lied and finally reached down to take hold of his fat shaft. Oh, it feels incredible! Her big brother's cock... finally in her hands! 'Oooo... Janos, doesn't this thing ever get soft?'

'Its... the tea, Sara. Mirabelle gave it to me too. We really shouldn't...'

'Uh huh,' she said, letting her hand travel his length and taking hold of him by the root. 'Just like you and mommy shouldn't have, right?'

'You don't understand,' he tried to explain. 'Mirabelle...'

'I don't have to understand.' She was guiding him to her room now and she wasn't letting go. 'I just need it.'

'Sara... mom will kill us if she finds out.'

'Yes. If we wake her up, she will.'

'Sara!'

'What?' She pulled off her dress and caught him immediately stare at her pointy nipples.

'I'm serious... she'll have our hides...'

'For taking her seconds? Brother, I doubt it,' she purred and dropped on her knees. He objected no further when she took him in her mouth.

Janos spread his legs and sighed.

He surrendered and told himself it was the tea. It had to be the tea. Why did he feel so guilty about this? And yet... Sara's mouth felt incredible, so wet and warm, like a soothing balm on his raw skin. His little sister used her tongue to lick and coat his throbbing cock with copious amounts of saliva, wiping away all the heavy layers of mom's pussy juice and his teenage spunk that had collected after so many rounds earlier.

Sara gagged and glucked, lost in the pleasure of finally having Janos in her mouth. She relaxed her throat, just as she had been taught, and took him deep down the back. Like stripping paint off the walls, Sara sucked her way up and down his unnaturally hard cock, her teeth scraping along his shaft's wonderfully erect flesh, pulsating veins, to lift off the thick nut residue.

'Holy shit, Sara,' he swore, letting one hand rest on her head. 'Where did you learn to suck dick like that?'

'Mmm.... Lily's dad.' She popped him out and spat on him while jerking near the tip.

'What? Father Symlos!? Really?'

'Uh, don't worry,' jerking him faster and mixing her spit around his length. 'He's not even close to this big. Or was ever this hard! My goodness, Janos. Our poor mommy!'

Janos flexed his shaft in her hands and heard her giggle in the darkness. 'Start saying your prayers then, sis. It only seems to get soft when I empty in someone's womb.'

'Oh fuck!' Sara beamed, feeling him lift her up off the floor. 'You mean it? You want to... have sex... with me?'

'Well, I don't want to knead bread!'

Soon the kids were bouncing on Sara's bed. Though he could only get about five inches inside his sister, Janos was in heaven, sliding into Sara's tight teenage pussy was absolutely divine.

Janos humped his sister and reflected that this was his comfort food. He loved fucking teenagers, watching his fat manhood stretch and throb around a tight little pussy was probably the most fun to have in Endrut. It was only in the last day he'd discovered how good mature pussy could feel.

Right now, Janos was smacking himself for not going down the hall years ago. Sara was easily one of the tightest little cunts he'd fucked in years. She was incredibly wet and so fucking small; he had to remind himself not to go too hard on her. They had to remember to keep it quiet! Mom's room wasn't too far away, and Sara was making an awful lot of noise, even with his hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her cries and screams.

Despite the pain, Sara begged him to let her lie down on her stomach and bounce her ass back on his prick, like he'd done to mommy.

'Seeing all that cream on your cock got me so fucking hot, Janos.'

'And the tea did too... right?'

'Huh? Oh yeah... yeah... the tea. Right.'

Soon his big dick was coated in her thick cunt cream and his sticky precum. His little sister did her best to work her skinny ass back on him, and though determined, she was young and inexperienced, so it was slow going. And he didn't seem to have the same dizzying lust that he'd had with mom, or Ms Risley, or Mirabelle... but Sara sure seemed to! Maybe the magic she'd given him was finally starting to wear off? Sara humped and moaned over his thoughts. Janos was happy to lean back and let her work while he wondered if he had in fact impregnated his mom tonight.

'I'm so full! Oh fuck, Janos. Janos! Janos! It's so hard! Why is it so hard!?'

He felt her freeze on top of him and pulse. She was cumming again. He'd lost count how many times she'd chanted through her climaxes.

Luckily, or unluckily, for the kids, they were only going at it for a about an hour when the sharp cough of someone behind them caused them to freeze mid-thrust.

Both teens slowly turned their heads to see Janey, buck naked, standing arms akimbo in his door frame, looking none too pleased at their taboo nocturnal antics.

'Excuse me!?' she bellowed.

'Mom!' both yelped.

Sara had her long skinny legs stretched up onto her brother's shoulders.

Janos was still buried halfway inside his little sister.

Both were silent as neither knew what to do.

'What is the meaning of this!?' Janey barked.

'Mom, I can explain,' Janos started. 'it's the tea- '

'I'm only following your lead, mother!' Sara said, knowing her mother knew she'd never gone to the fortune teller.

'that's exactly what I'm getting at, young lady. I hope you didn't lie and tell Janos you're also... experiencing the wonderful effects of the tea...'

'Sara?'

'Oh fine. Sorry, Janos.'

'What?!' He balked. 'You... tricked me?'

'Well,' Sara smiled. 'I mean... it worked, didn't it? I'm the one who came home to find my mom and brother fucking their brains out! You expected me to ignore it and go to bed?'

'You could have joined us,' Janey said.

'Wait,' Janos said, still buried in his sister. 'She could have?'

'I could have?' Sara laughed nervously.

'And how dare you... exclude your dear old mother... from all this fun!?'

Janos sighed and accidently slid another inch inside her, causing her to squeak in surprise.

'Ouch! Careful with this big thing, brother. I'm little, remember!'

'Scoot over, darling.' Janey said in a softer tone. 'Let mommy show you how to tame the savage beast.'

'Oh, Mom,' Janos said, shifting slightly.

'Ohhh mommy,' Sara purred.

Presently the petite and extremely top-heavy mommy was on the bed with them, one hand fixed around Janos' sizable root and the other resting warmly on Sara's moist pubic mound.

Soon she was guiding her son deeper into Sara's inexperience teenage cunt, helping sara widen her legs and relax her breathing. The three Flynt's then let down any remaining barriers and began the incestuous threesome that would consume the remaining hours of darkness. Janey held her son tight and controlled how much cock he could feed Sara.

Janey would pull him out all the way every now and then to suck and polish him. She'd rub his bloated cockhead against Sara's drooling cunt, tickle her asshole with it, and then shove it back in her pussy a little deeper than before.

When Janos tired of fucking her on his knees, they allowed him to lie down. The girls lay on either side of his hips and took turns sucking him off, passing his towering prick back and forth until they finally came together over it, kissing and licking him, along with each other.

Mom rode him after that, plopping her huge ass down on his lap and taking his entire length in one fluid motion. Sara had never seen anything so electrifying and swore to learn how to do that someday. Mommy rolled her hips and gyrated repeatedly on her son, taking her pleasure and letting him fire off in her once more.

Sara happily went on clean up duty, eating out mommy's cunt and licking Janos clean shortly after. She did it all without complaint but held fixedly on her brother's heavy nuts the entire time, as if assessing how much was left in there for her.

Finally, summoning some deep reserve of energy within himself after all the countless loads he'd dumped in three different women throughout the day, Janos made time to unload once more inside his little sister's welcoming womb. If the bulge in her stomach was an indication, he'd given the crafty little vixen more than enough cum to put her to sleep.

Janos finally collapsed next to Sara, drifting off while mommy sucked and cleaned both her children.

***

Less than a week later, Janey and Sara had to do whatever they could just to get Janos alone.

Once word got out of how the tea drinkers of Endrut reacted around him, women were lining up outside their house, the bakery, and even checking his old place of work, to get a piece of the teen who'd saved the fortune teller's life.

Naturally, Janos was a very busy boy. Lily found her way back onto his bed. Then came her mother the next morning. Soon it was Aunt Jenna bouncing on top of him, and then her daughter Louka. Ms Bela Berry the belly dancer from down the street came next and Nurse Maybrams too. Two girls from Sara's friend group came scratching at his door by the end of the week, begging him to put babies in their bellies, hoping to experience pregnancy together. Janos even found time to give it to Ms Risley, hiding out in her room once or twice when things got too chaotic.

Janos tried several times to visit Mirabelle, hoping to reconnect, or at the very least, drink some more of her magic tea, but the woman had mysteriously vanished and was never seen again. Despite her absence, women who'd been drinking her tea for months were insatiable sluts around Janos, chasing and clawing at him in the streets like sex-starved maniacs. Luckily, he found that giving them exactly what they wanted seemed to tame their lust if but for a little while...

A year later, Janos had fathered twelve children with ten women. The magic had long burned out of everyone's system, so things eventually quieted down, and Janos considered himself happily retired from such heroic duties. He liked to think he had single handedly solved Endrut's population problem. That summer he finally tied the knot, to the dismay of several eligible bachelorettes, with his sister Sara, who was presently expecting her first child. Janey, of course, was only too thrilled, as her newborn would soon have one more of playmate at the overpacked nursery.

THE END