Halcyon Ch. 03

The Halcyon Project

Chapter Three

By Isaac Grey

Wake up. Wake up you son of a bitch, wake up and look at me.

Sam stirred groggily. Jess was still wrapped in his arms, her ginger hair splayed against him and around her.

Get up you mother fucker and look at me, now.

It was that dark voice that had crawled within him. It felt thick and uncomfortable every time it spoke, like syrup running over his brainstem. He opened his eyes properly.

Another Sam was pacing around the middle of his bedroom.

"You little shit. You fucker. You should be listening to me."

Sam looked down at Jess. He untangled his arm from under her sleeping head and crawled down off the back of the bed. She made a sleepy little murmur of displeasure before snuggling against the pillow.

"Jess told me she had something like this," Sam whispered, "That he subconscious was talking to her, warning her. I don't think that's what you are."

"Oh, and why is that Einstein?"

"Jess said hers disappeared when she looked away. I looked at her and you're still here."

"Oh you're a perceptive one aren't you. All brains are different, buddy." It said buddy with a distinct venom that made Sam's skin crawl. "What she'll experience will be different from you. You're both newer, better creatures than before. Better make way for the homo-superior."

"I'm so fucking sick of not knowing what's going on."

"You know, you just don't remember. Very different circumstances. Put on your tinfoil hat you little fucker its conspiracy time. You and the babe," the other Sam motioned to Jess in bed, "weren't the only people in that building and you weren't the only people they experimented on."

"Who's they? What experiment."

"XXXXXXX." The words were like static in Sam's ears. "They were running an experiment that was, ostensibly, designed to test human brain function. It was sold to us as something that would measure certain areas of the brain during some tests. Basic university stuff. A friend recommended it to us, said we could make some quick money. They offered us two hundred dollars for two weeks of tests and then slammed as many colourful chemicals as they could into our body until we were haemorrhaging out our eyeballs. Fucking nasty stuff but its worked. Look at us."

"That name? What did you say?"

"XXXXXXX."

Again, static. Sam remembered the words on the wall he couldn't read in the facility. Something about that name meant he just couldn't process it.

"So what was the experiment really doing?"

"My, and by which I mean your, best guess? This. They were trying to see if they could do this. Accomplish results in the human body better than any commercial steroid in a hundredth of the time and facilitate a brain with more power, more synaptic functions. You can't do it now because I've shut it off, to help keep you sane you little shit, but if we wanted we could feel the atoms explode on our skin around us. Every receptor is heightened, every neural pathway, every nerve ending, the sheer data that our brain can process now would boggle your waking mind. Given enough time we'll be able to stretch that hardware of ours in there and accomplish things you only dreamed possible."

"This is insane."

"Yeah it is baby! You and the doll over there are the first people of the new world! Move aside humanity!" The other Sam threw his arms wildly and smiled a sickeningly happy smile. "I've been keeping you safe all last night and this morning from being overwhelmed by it all."

"So you took my memories away?"

"What? No. No, I got no memories either fuckwad. I'm a subroutine playing through that gelatinous mass hidden behind dermis and bone, a spark of electricity jumping through pathways you formed and forged across your entire life. I only have access to what you do, I'm just limiting access to new shit that would overwhelm you. Like this-"

The other Sam snapped his fingers. His mind burned. His body shattered. Every ripple of muscle was agony. Every movement of his organs, oh god they were all writhing and jostling all the time, his diaphragm jumped and he could feel every jostle within his throat as a hiccup thundered through, the sound of it was overwhelming. He felt the rush of blood through capillaries, the oxygen swelling in his lungs and through his blood. Everything. It was everything. His body was always moving. The other Sam snapped his fingers again.

Sam fell to his knees. He wanted to dry heave until he had forced everything out. Being aware of the processes of his body was just too much.

"See." The other him was grinning his sickening, impish grin. "I'm your best fucking buddy in the world. I'm protecting you from that, funnelling your focus where it really matters so maybe you should try listening to me."

Sam struggled to his feet. He was still surprised by his hulking frame.

"I said you weren't my subconscious and you didn't disagree."

"Yeah huh."

"So what are you?"

"You never read Freud did you? Don't answer that, I'm you. I know we didn't, we were always too busy masturbating, but somewhere along the way you must have picked some of it up." The other Sam kept that insufferable smirk and did a little pirouette, it was a strange look on such a massive body. "I'm the fucking Id baby!" He shouted like Leo in titanic calling out he was the king of the world.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know shit about Freud."

"You should, seeing your incest fetish and latent dom fetishes I have a feeling he was right on the money with you."

"I don't have a-"

"You literally just finished fucking your sister."

Sam looked back to the bed a little sheepishly.

"People give the old coke-head shit but look around at modern society, incest is the most popular porn around by a fucking mile. Wanting to fuck your mom has always been in vogue, apparently."

"Is incest popular?"

"Jesus, you really don't have a memory. Look, basic run down. I'm the shit you want to do, really want to do, like deep deep fucking way down instinctually want to do. You want sex? That's me. You want good food? That's me. You want people to love you? That's me. All the good shit in life is me, me, me. So when you hear me telling you to do something, you should fucking do it. That's that good shit baby, that straight coke running through the veins feeling. Woo! By the way we should do coke."

"I'm not going to fuck my mom."

"Why not? She'll want to. She can't not."

"What do you mean?"

"You think the only change to your body was you look like a Greek god with a giant dick? Buddy, friend, idiot, moron, stupid mother fucking asshole,"

"Hey."

"Sorry," it grinned again, "can't help calling it like I see it, maybe you've always had a depressive streak. Look, your body didn't just explode to action figure proportions, your sweat glands have changed too. And the human mind isn't just tapped into its own wave lengths."

"My fucking sweat glands?"

"Yeah, the Ego, you'll meet him at some point I'm sure, he's helped reach a middle ground with me on what we're pumping out. I wanted to flood the whole house with as much as we could but he's tempered it. Fucking centrist."

"Tempered what?"

"Pheromones, jackass. Everyone got em, everyone pumps em out and everyone else got smell receptors for them. You're leaking horny like its radiation dude."

"Turn it off."

"What?"

"Turn it off. I'm not some kind of fucking creep, if people are going to like me I want it to be for me."

"You're fucking kidding, right? This shit is natural man, animals spray musk and pheromones all over each other. Human beings are just apes who can do arithmetic. That's another bonus, by the way. You're going to notice you're a lot fucking smarter."

"Turn. It. Off."

"Okay, okay." The Id put its hands up. "Fuck, we're insufferable. Try to do something nice for a feller and this is what I get. Look, I'll do this for you as a favour, but I gotta stress, you have to fuck your MILF of a mom. I want it because you want it. There's no difference between us buddy. And if you don't do it soon I'm gonna have to make you."

"You're a fucking creep."

"I'm YOU! I'm a fucking hero you little twerp. I'm the part of your brain that gives you that medicine all people need. I'm Doctor Feel-good. That sweet flush dopamine release that makes life worth living? That's me flooding your brain with the shit you need to survive. This house better become a fucking temple to fucking. One way or another. You do this with me or I take control and do it myself."

"My Id is giving me an ultimatum." Sam shook his head with the ridiculousness of it all.

"Darn-tootin, dick-nugget." The Id walked over and put its hands on his shoulders. The hallucination was entirely without mass or texture. "I have only your best interests at heart. I'm a literal survival mechanism made manifest courtesy of your brand-spanking-new brain and I NEED you to fuck you fine as fuck hot ass PAWG MILF of a mother as soon as possible. I need it. I need it. I need it."

"Okay, fucking shut up. So, to recap. Government experiment-"

"We don't know who they are, just that they're called XXXXXXX, they might be government or private, no clue."

"Okay, and they made me this because..."

"Best the boys in your brain can guess? This was a trial run. Some very rich people would love to end up like you."

"Hallucinating my Id demanding I fuck my mother while stomping his feet and having a tantrum?"

"Well obviously they don't know about that part. If you were still under observation they'd be testing you now, seeing you talking to walls. Though I think our big old donkey dick would be considered a fair trade off for any investor."

"So wait, why was the building empty then?"

"That guy, the one our little fuckslut over there hit with a car, said he'd killed them all."

"Oh shit."

"Don't worry about him. The way your brain can control every element of your body has made it a billion times tougher. That's an exaggeration, don't quote me. It'll also make repairing it so much easier. You could probably shrug off being hit by a car now and its still only day one. Early days, you'll probably get even more powerful. Like that guy, he seemed way stronger than us, he was throwing trees with his mind."

The Id took a second, put his thumb against his chin and looked deep in thought and then put on that insufferable boyish grin again.

"Second thought maybe do worry about him. He might be a problem. What did he call himself? The Human Typhoon?" The Id laughed, "What a loser."

"Wait, what did you say?"

"That its a dumb name. What a cringe-lord."

"No, about throwing things with his mind."

"Oh yeah he's probably psychic. Like I said, brains work on frequencies. Atoms are moving all around, if I let you focus and hone it you could probably start shifting them around. But its fucking hard and you aren't there yet. See that pencil on your desk? Maybe a few weeks from now you'll be able to make it wobble with your mind. Small steps, working up to it. Once you're there you should be good to go."

"They were making me psychic?"

"They were pumping all kinds of weird shit into us, man. Like I've been saying, give it some time and you'll grow but the first, and most important step, is fucking your mom."

"I'm not going to fuck my mom!"

"You are." The Id said and disappeared.

Sam stood there alone for a second. The sound of the wind whistling through the leaves on the trees outside his bedroom window soothed him.

"So, I'm guessing you had a moment like I did?" Jessica asked. She looked so cute there on the bed he just wanted to take her and flood her mouth with his cum and- no. Stop it.

"Yeah. This fucking guy. He said he was my Id."

"Oh, like Freud." She said and yawned. She stretched languidly, her arms above her head, which accentuated her tight athletic frame and well shaped breasts. Jess caught him staring and gave a little wink.

"You know this stuff?"

"Oh yeah. I took Psych 101. Extra credit, though I think I'll get back into reading it as soon as. Would be good to have some idea what's going on, even if Freud has been widely discredited as a hack fraud."

"So what is the Id?"

She threw her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, he looked from her pretty toes up her long tanned legs, to her pussy which still glistened with his semen, up her toned abs and strong shoulders and into her beautiful eyes. He soaked in every part of her.

"Easy big boy, I need the bathroom." She stood and all he could do was trace the outline of her ass as she walked away. He had to take it, plumb its sweet velvety depths, just feel himself sink his fat cock inside something built so perfectly to take it, where he would be warm and caressed by a thousand folds, he should just follow her into the hallway and fuck her there and wait until his mom came up and saw so he could turn to her and take her on the hallway floor while his little cumpet Jess ran her tongue around his balls, his mom's cunt, his asshole, everywhere, worshipping him upon the alter of his virile masculinity and-

"No. For fuck's sake can we not be horny for five fucking minutes. Got shit I need to work out today."

Yes. Shit to work out. Like fucking. They made you a fucking machine. A fucking god. Go forth, my son, and fuck the world.

"You're insufferable." Sam said to his empty bedroom. The Id did not respond.

Downstairs, again in the one pair of sweatpants that would fit him, Sam explored the house. It was a nice, cosy place. A decently sized suburban home, the living room had two couches angled facing the TV, still more pictures of family vacations in which all the family was clear save for his older sister whose image buzzed like static in all pictures.

"Getting real tired of not being able to see or read some things you know."

Don't tell me, the Id crawled stickily through him. I can't see them either, can't describe a thing I can't see to you, a man who also can't see it. Though I bet your other sister is a fucking smokeshow like her MILF of a mother. Tell me why we aren't currently fucking her again?

"Its wrong."

Something in his hippocampus laughed.

Ain't nothing wrong man, you're basically a different person now. You and Jess already fucked this would be no different.

"No, it is different. Jess and I have been through this weird shit together, we're in this together. There's no need to drag my mom into it."

She's already in this situation you dumb fuck. You think you have agency, even as a proto-god? You don't have agency, you're the personality. You're a psychic trick of the conscious brain attempting to formulate a separate "other" called the mind while the hardware deals with all the important processes. Breathing, blinking, locomotion, these things are only "unconscious" because they're defined in spite of you, yourself, the conscious. But those elements in their totality make up far more of the brain than you do. You're not even the only operating system running in this machine any more. This tenement is full to the brim with elements of brain function that can work and communicate now. You may be top dog but fundamentally the brain is a democracy, and we the people want you to fuck your mom.

"I fucking hate you."

I am you. We are all you, I'm just the strongest. Time before was just you and me jerking our cock to any porn we found, a lot of it blonde MILFs and fat tit bimbos. Remind you of anyone? This was always there inside of us baby. Now while jacking off to porn is still fun the time where that was our only option is dead and gone. You've always wanted her. You can have her now. Just think, your mommy's beautiful fingers wrapped in your hair and rubbing your massive pecs while she impales herself on your fat dick.

Sam had to focus hard to make the voice grow quiet. He drove it deep down and looked around further.

Nothing in the kitchen jumped out to him. All that remained was the door to the study where his mom had gone earlier to do her yoga. Her body hot and sweaty in poses that would accentuate her fat ass and massive breasts. Sam noticed he was biting his lip. He poured himself another coffee before deciding against it, he wasn't tired.

He couldn't help himself. He had to open the study door. After all, there may be something in there that could spark a memory in his swiss-cheesed cerebellum. His hand landed on the handle. Had to be done. He had to go in. Only a coincidence she was in there. He was still in control. Top dog.

He opened the door.

It was a bathroom. The downstairs bathroom. On the other side of it a door. That must be the study. Sam looked in the mirror. He was the essence of manliness. He could see the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow forming. Having seen the pictures around he figured it must have been the first time in his life. Before the experiment he seemed to have always been weak, thin and sickly. Acne everywhere, greasy hair. Not now. Now he had a chin any woman would love to get wet.

He opened the door and there she was.

His ever loving mother was in a standing pose where she leaned with one leg bent in front of her and the other stretched out as far as it could behind. Her ass was gigantic. Two fat, shapely globes of love that anyone would want to bury their face into as deeply as they could. She had the perfect amount of body around her waist, a bit soft and chubby to become truly thick. She reminded him of all the MILFs he must have watched for years. Maybe the Id had a point. Maybe the Id had been right all along.

She turned, her lips were plump and smiled so beautifully at him.

"Oh, hello dear. I thought you would have been off to university, is it a half day?"

"University?"

"Yeah, honey. Its a Monday. Oh, my little sleepy head have you been working yourself so hard over the weekend you forgot?"

"Working?" He pulled himself out of his reverie, out of his worship of her body where lines of sweat rolled deliciously down in the small gap the sports bra left between her fat tits.

"Yes, honey. You were with your study group, weren't you?"

"I was? Mom, did I... did I talk about this study group before?"

"Of course sweetie. Are you alright?" She walked closer and put her hand on Sam's forehead. He could smell her sweat, it smelled sweet. He wanted to just dive in and have a taste. Kiss his way down her plump belly, tear her yoga pants with his teeth, and drink deeply of the sweetness he knew would pour from between his mother's legs. "Oh you're so hot, you're running a temperature. Baby if you don't want to go to university you can stay here today. Mommy will take care of you, baby." Her eyes shone with love.

But this wasn't a chance he could pass up. A chance to learn more. If they had approached him at the university, if they had taken him from this study group over the weekend then he needed to find out as soon as possible before they lost the lead.

No! He needed to sink into this moment, spend all day having his beautiful mother care for him. If he played his cards right she could give him a loving handjob while he sucked her fat tits on the couch and they watched whatever game-shows were on. Then they could graduate to her blowing him as he finger fucked her plump beautiful cunt, she could stretch out across his lap and give him the most wonderful blowjob in the world, a blowjob of true love. And then she could ride him, her thick thighs soft against his hard sides as he thrust into her fast enough to make that beautiful fat ass bounce and clap with a sound like thunder.

Sam leaned down and kissed his mother on the mouth. He meant to a quick peck on the cheek and a thank you but his lips met hers. They were so wet and inviting and before he knew it his tongue was probing her mouth. Short, quick little explorations. He was surprised when her tongue met his back. It was tempered, shy.

His mom seemed like she wanted to shy away but only for a moment. His muscular arm wrapped around her hips just above that magnificent ass, his hand took hold of her side and pulled her close. She sank into the kiss, her hands tentatively touched his shoulders then they moved up to meet each other and wrapped around his neck. She pulled him deeper into the kiss and began to grind her legs against his. She thrust her crotch needily against his thigh and moaned into the kiss. His tongue increased in speed and ferocity, the kiss growing sloppier and more frenzied.

Sam's mom grabbed at his hair with a desperate passion, her hands roved through his curls, pulling and releasing without thought to where his head would go. Her tongue rolled over his.

He pulled back to take a breath and his mom pulled him back in with that same desperate intensity she had been showing the whole time. Her hands ran over his muscular biceps and down his sides to his abs where she stopped touching and gasped, her mouth still on his.

Sam couldn't help himself, he pulled back, placed a hand either side of her sports bra and ripped it in half. The material put up as much fight as it could but with his newly found strength it tore like paper. His mom gasped at the sight and the sensation of it immediately falling open to reveal her fat, heavy tits. They were perfect. Must be an E Cup, Sam thought. His mouth dived for a nipple while his hand played with the other one.

"Oh! Oh. Sammy. Sammmmmyyyy...." His mom said dreamily.

He sucked at her nipple gently, then rolled it around his tongue, making every small movement he could around it. This felt right. Felt perfect. Felt natural. His hand lifted and played with her other heavy breast, cupping the underside while running his thumb over and around the nipple. His mother moaned and held onto his hair, she put her head down on top of his and started laying kiss upon little kiss over his forehead in encouragement. He looked up at her over the mammoth tit with the nipple in his mouth and saw her in a state of absolute bliss, her eyes closed. She looked fulfilled.

She wanted this too, Sam heard the Id say. I told you.

You did.

Sam played with her nipples for minutes, exploring every inch of them. He would remove his mouth from one to move it to the other, barely taking a breath. He didn't need to breathe, Sam thought, he needed this moment. This perfect moment with these perfect breasts.

"Sammy. Oh my little darling Sammy, come to Mommy."

He hugged around her waist while running his tongue back and forth. His hands reached down to cup at her ass but it was so big and heavy he had to readjust his position, he was astonished at simply how much of her there was back there.

"That feels good, baby. Squeeze Mommy, squeeze all you want."

Sam redoubled his efforts, his mouth worshipping her beautiful breasts, stopping his sucking of her nipples only to kiss around the massive amount of titflesh, then returning to her beautiful nipples, all the while his strong hands pawed and groped at her. She sighed into the feeling, her arms wrapped around the back of his head, hugging him tightly to her breast.

"What's gotten into you, Sammy? You're so hungry baby."

She placed her hand against he cheek and Sam leaned into it. He looked up into her eyes. They held an intoxicating promise.

"Let Mommy take care of you, okay baby?" He shook his head, her hand still on his cheek. This had to be about her, he had to make her feel good. "Oh baby. Does my little Sammy want to make his Mommy feel good?" She smiled sweetly down at him and, moving her fingers up from his cheek into his hair, pulled him closer to her breast. She slowly lowered herself down until she was on her back. Sam kissed his way down her breast towards her belly where he showed love and adoration in little pecks all over it.

"You're so sexy, mom."

"I love your kisses, baby." She said sultrily, she purred as he kissed lower and closer to her pelvis. Sam pulled her yoga pants away from her hips slightly and began placing feathery little kisses all along where her waistband had been. His mom let out small, satisfied little laughs from the sexy, ticklish kisses as the warmth continued to build between her legs.

He took her hips in his hands and lifted her. His strength surprised her, she hadn't noticed it before. When did her little baby boy become such a man? He was so powerful, so confident, so tall and muscular and manly. In some part of her mind a warning bell tried to sound. Her son had never looked like this or acted like this before, it howled. This man is different. And yet, he was her son, her beautiful, strong, majestic son.

Then he ripped her yoga pants in half down the middle as he had her sports bra. Sam's mom let out a quick squeal, partly from fear of how sudden everything had moved, partly from joy as to the strength of her beautiful son. He was like a lion, claiming her as his mate.

Claiming her? Claire wasn't sure what was going on. It was all so odd. This man was her son but he shouldn't be, he was nothing like how her son had been, and yet he was, she knew this to be true. Her son, changed yet still recognisable, was pushing her down. No, she was pulling him, clawing at him. She wanted this. She loved Alex but she loved Sam too, just as much. Maybe more. He was her little baby, her favourite, she had been there for every moment of his life so far.

It just felt right that she should be here for this. It just felt right.

Claire ran her fingers through his hair as Sam sent kisses down, down, and further down her legs. He trailed them along her skin, lifting her leg by the ankle to start kissing up and around it. His powerful thumb traced the sole of her foot, massaging it. Claire sank into absolute bliss as her son kissed his way back towards her womanhood, a bliss tempered by his teasing as he kissed around it, suggested he may leave a soft little kiss on the petals, and then slowly worked his was along her other leg.

"Did Mommy raise such a tease?" Sam's mother asked. She was resplendent there before him. Her pussy was gorgeous, definitely a match for her daughter's in shape and colour it was such a bright and pleasant shade of pink. It took everything Sam had not to go for it immediately but he wanted to make this moment last, swept away in it as he was. His cock was hard against his leg in his sweatpants.

"Please, baby." She said. He looked down at her from his work kissing and massaging her leg. "Mommy loves what you're doing but please, touch Mommy's pussy." The way she was speaking to him, always calling herself Mommy, it drove him wild.

Sam took her legs and placed them over his shoulder and lowered himself down to settle in and start treating his mom the way she deserved to be treated.

"Ohh baby!" She called out as he started licking her. He felt a deep, sincere pleasure that he was using the same techniques with his tongue in the same way he'd treated Jessica. It was almost as if she had been practice for the main course.

"Ohhhh god." She groaned, her fingers again ran through his hair and subtly directed his movements. He licked along her outer walls and rolled his tongue across her clit in ways that shot lightning up her spine. Where did her baby boy learn to do this? There was a feeling that brewed within her of disgust. After all this was her son.

That feeling was smothered under the waves of pleasure as her beautiful boy ate her sodden pussy like it was his last meal.

"You like that, mom?"

She moaned at his words and shuffled her pussy further into his touch. Sam's fingers played with her clit and gently teased the sensitive flesh. His mom's thick thighs trembled under his ministrations. He brought his tongue back in and plied her depths with it. The feeling built and built.

"Oh baby, oh baby, Mommy's going to- Mommy's going to- Ah!" She gasped and her soft thighs clenched against his ears with all they were worth as her orgasm flooded through her. A wave of her cum splashed across his face and chin and she grabbed his hair with one hand so strongly he thought she would rip chunks of it out while her other arm smacked at the ground. She weakened and let go after a few seconds, her eyes held a wonderful dazed look as she relaxed into the afterglow.

"Oh baby, that was-" Sam started kissing her again with the same passion and furiosity as earlier. It took a second for the impulse to register in her brain but after that moment Claire was ready to go again. She pulled him into the messy kiss, tasting herself on his lips. It turned her on. She started fingering herself as Sam kissed her.

He took hold of her heavy tits again, squeezing and groping at the flesh. He ran his tongue down her neck, across her clavicle, down her chest, and onto her nipple again as her fingers thundered into her soaking pussy.

"Yes! Oh yes Sam! Oh Sam, fuck me. Fuck me, please baby. Sam, baby fuck your Mommy." She thought the weak limpness of her muscles from the orgasm, she powered through until she could drag him off her chest to look him dead in the eyes. Her eyes were wild with carnal lust as she now demanded of him; "Fuck. Me."

How could he not oblige?

Sam kicked his sweatpants off where they joined the ruined fabric that had been her sexy workout gear and he climbed on top of her on the yoga mat.

It was here Claire became conscious of his size. Of all that muscle. He had changed. She had waved goodbye to him on Friday, a kind, lovely, charming, but unimpressive boy. He had gone to his little study group and looked so cute with his backpack as he climbed into his dad's car for them to drive to his university. Her little boy had been growing up and it had saddened her in a way, that he couldn't have always been her little boy. Claire had wanted to keep that moment, like all of her photographs, just reach out and stop time. Preserve that one perfect moment. But it had gone and her boy and her man had driven away.

Now two days later and something very strange had happened to him. A change so rapid and bizarre it should have terrified her. But instead she was elated. Her boy was not so little any more. She looked down to see his monstrous cock, far larger than any she'd seen in life, larger still than the biggest toys she had owned. No, her boy was not so little any more. It thrilled her.

Sam was becoming a man.

Claire placed her hand down between her legs to feel his cock. The weight of it. The heft. It was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.

"Do you want to fuck Mommy, sweetheart?"

Sam nodded.

She guided his cock forward, her soft fingers gently caressed his cockflesh in a way that made Sam want to howl with joy. It was real, it was finally happening.

I guess that bastard was right.

The entrance to her pussy enveloped his cock. It was so warm and wet and the love and desire in her eyes drove him mad with lust. She felt amazing wrapped around him. Like the Id had said.

It was like coming home.

"You're so big, baby." She cried out as he moved deeper inside of her, his mom's fingers roving wildly across his chest, her nails scratching into his skin, "Oh fuck, you're so fucking huge! Oh baby, Mommy loves your cock."

Sam's hips slammed against her ass. His mother was breathing heavily, her eyes seemed at times to be alert and wild and at times seeming so blissed out she could be on another planet. Each thrust sent her to the stars and the next thrust brought her home. To him.

He collapsed onto his mother and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight. They began kissing again and she grabbed at his ass as his thighs slammed him in again and again. A moan broke out of Sam's mouth as her nails dug in to his strong, toned ass.

"Moan for me, baby. I love you so much. Mommy loves you baby, Mommy loves your moans." She cried out as his cock filled her completely. "Oh god, baby. Faster. Fuck me faster."

Sam doubled his speed, spearing into her like a wild beast. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits as they bounced with each powerful thrust. He grabbed hold of them tight, again taking a nipple in his mouth.

"Mommy! I'm coming!"

"Cum baby! Cum inside me. Fill your Mommy up!"

Sam howled a deep, guttural response as waves of his cum flooded her, her pussy tightening and massaging him to receive it all.

"Ohh baby." His mom said and fell back to lay limp on the floor. "I love you so much." But Sam wasn't done.

"Baby?" She asked, quietly, drained, as Sam pulled his still hard cock from her pussy and sank lower to begin eating out her asshole.

"Sammy!" She yelled, trying to move back away. Sam placed one hand on her hip to hold her in place as the other jerked at his pussy juice covered cock. A trail of his cum leaked from her pussy, he grabbed it with his tongue and rubbed it into the walls and insides of her asshole.

"Ahh," Claire moaned, collapsing under the soft, warm, wonderful feeling of his tongue inside her. "Baby that's... ah... its... ah... it's dirty there. Don't..."

He stopped licking her for a moment to look up at her from between her thighs, his face haloed by the paleness of her flesh. "Shut up, mom. Let me treat you." He started licking again.

"How do you... ah... where do you find the energy?"

"For you, mom, I have all the energy in the world."

He lined his cock up against her asshole. Claire cried out.

"No, baby! You're too big, it's never going to fit. I'm sorry baby but people can't just take things.. you know.. up there so easily."

"Don't worry, mom. I'll make you feel really good." He took his cockhead and placed it against the lips of her pussy, motioning his hard dick up and down to tease even more of her wetness onto it. She moaned, her pussy had become so sensitive by that point having came twice and now his beautiful cock was teasing her walls in a way that had her pussy soaked.

He pulled back and she could see the shine of her on his powerful manhood.

"Oh no baby, please, it's been years since Mommy tried. And that was with a toy much smaller than you are. You're so big baby, my god."

"A toy? You mean?"

"I've never had a man... up there, honey." She held her hands up to hide her face a little, her blonde hair was wildly splayed out messily everywhere, she looked so cute that Sam couldn't help but fall deeper in love with his mother.

"Oh, Mom. Please. Look," She saw how hard he was, it looked painful. His beautiful balls were tight against his thick masculine cock. A bead of cum still gathered near the head and she just wanted to dive her head onto her son's amazing cock and gobble it all up for him. His face was so cute with his brow all knotted from his begging and his concentration. He was so desperate, and so cute, and he was her baby, her love. How could she refuse?

Sam's mom gave a small cute nod of her head. He wanted to leap up and sing in joy. Instead he redoubled his efforts, getting her ass as wet as he could with his tongue, then getting his whole cock as wet as possible rubbing against her pussy until he was sure.

"Okay." He smiled that same smile he'd always had. That smile Claire had loved through all the years. Her heart was pure with joy and pride. He had become such a strong, dependable man. She loved him as a son but something about him, something undefinable, meant she needed him as a man just as much. "I'm going to make you my woman, Mom."

She wanted to swoon, lying there on the yoga mat in the family office. She looked over to Alex's desk, his laptop still sat there open. Alex, of course! Sam's father. What was she doing? What had she done? For a millisecond the thought came that she needed to put a stop to this. It was an insane thing to think. Why would she ever want to stop something so good? Something so right?

"Okay, baby. Make me yours." Claire smiled and relaxed to let her lover in.

Sam moved slowly. He teased his cockhead against the ring of her asshole, gently probing at it until, lubricated as it was by her phenomenally soaked pussy, he slipped in. His mom caught her breath, a quick sudden movement which made the ring and sphincter of her ass squeeze around Sam's fat cock in a way nothing yet had.

No one had ever been here. He was his mom's first. Her only. He carried on, slowly. He fingered his mom's pussy and she writhed in pleasure and discomfort both.

"Keep going, baby. Mommy can handle it."

He slid as much lubrication as he could from her pussy onto his fingers and then back onto her asshole and his cock.

"Oh my god!" She cried out, he was maybe a quarter of the way in and her asshole had stretched wide around him, her inner walls were so wet and hot and they caressed every inch he slowly fed in. "Baby, oh baby you're filling me up!"

"You're so hot Mommy. You're so fucking beautiful, I love these fat fucking tits." He grabbed one and sucked and bit and rolled the nipple in his mouth.

"They're yours, baby! They're all yours! All of me, take all of me! Fuck me, baby. Come to Mommy."

Sam started to move faster and faster now. His mom grit her teeth and squeezed her eyes from the discomfort but the way he was fingering her pussy felt amazing. She looked deeply into his eyes.

"I love you, Sammy." She said. He couldn't hold back. He started fucking her asshole like a wild man, feeling her heavy ass cheeks bounce as his hips met them. She howled in pleasure, his fingers working magic on her pussy as her ass stretched around him. She was coming to love the fullness that came with her son's magnificent cock in her asshole. Claire didn't think she could ever go back.

"God, Mom. You're so tight." Sam said through gritted teeth.

"Ah.." she let out little sounds as his dick made her bounce, "ah... baby, that's all.. yours. Mommy's so tight for you. So tight for this giant dick!"

"Baby, I'm so full. It's amazing. I feel like I'm on fire." Her hips jerked and her back arched, howls came out of her mouth, and there were tears running down her face from the pain. Sam began to slow down and his mom grabbed him by the throat and pulled his face close to hers, she looked directly into his soul with her shining blue eyes and said. "Don't you dare slow down, young man. Your Mommy can take it. Fuck me with everything you have." Her tongue dashed out onto his lips which he greedily took into a kiss. She moaned into his mouth with each thrust. Her fingers pulled at his hair, scratched deeply into his shoulders and back, and grabbed at his arms. Her hands just could not stop exploring her powerful son as he forced his way into her depths.

"Mommy, I- I'm gonna cum!" Claire slid a hand between their bodies and started fingering herself.

"Do it baby! Fill Mommy's ass! I'm close. I'm so close baby. Fill me up. Please. I need your cum in me. I can't ever live without it now!"

Sam screamed as his mother dug her heels into his back. She trapped him inside of her as he began to cum, it raced up through his cock and out, painting her inner walls white. He came with such power and ferocity that it seemed to even splash back out of her, running down her legs already while he filled her and still he kept coming. Sam's mom moaned as shot after shot filled her and her own pleasure swelled, her pussy throbbed and exploded into an orgasm that shook her entire body. Her ass squeezed at an insane pace from her orgasm and prompted a further, final load of cum. He pounded her ass in a mad daze as his cock let loose its last load and he collapsed onto her, his cum leaking out from her full anus onto the yoga mat beneath them.

His mother had grabbed at his shoulder and let loose a few sobs and muffled cries. Terrified he had hurt her, Sam reached out to stroke her hair and ask if she was okay, and as he did Claire spun to kiss him with a force and aggression that surprised him. He settled into it quickly. He loved kissing her.

Her body was still seizing against his and she buried her face in his neck again to let out more of those quiet sobs. It took a minute for Sam to realise she was murmuring "I love you." as a whisper over and over again into his neck.

"Mom? Are you hurt?"

Claire wiped some tears from her eyes.

"No, baby. Mommy's fine. I'm really tough." She smiled and mimicked someone flexing a bicep. He was astounded by how adorable he found her, forty eight years old and still so full of joy. He snuggled his face into her chest, his cock, still inside her wonderful asshole, becoming limp.

"I love you Mom."

"I love you too, baby." She ruffled his hair as he lay his head on her breast. "So, so much."

They stayed like that awhile. When Sam finally motioned to get up his mother gave him another kiss on the cheek, then grabbed his chin to hold him steady, and hungrily kissed his lips again.

"Okay baby," she gave his ass a slap "time to get off of me now. I need a shower after all of that workout."

He smiled. "Love you, Mom."

"Love you too, baby."

He walked off towards the door back to the downstairs bathroom then kitchen. He didn't bother to pick up his sweatpants from the floor, opting instead to give his new lover a show. He could feel his mother's gaze fixed on his muscular ass as he left, and he turned to smile, giving her a flash of his heavy cock, still huge even though it was limp. Fuck, Sam though, I love this new body.

He stepped out into the kitchen to see Jess kneeling on the floor. She had her hands between her legs and a puddle had formed underneath her. A pair of her exercise pants had been thrown over the kitchen table top and her panties had been left haphazardly on the floor. She looked up at him sheepishly.

"Someone's been a naughty girl." She shivered hearing that and he smiled. Sam walked upstairs towards the bathroom planning to surprise his mother there and fuck her as dirtily and nastily as he could, really treat her like his little slut before maybe showing some kindness and treating her like a queen, when he realised. Fuck. I didn't want to do that at first.

"I mean, I did." He said aloud. "I guess I was just lying to myself."

Yes, but you only wanted to go in to keep searching out clues to prompt memories. You hadn't planned to take your mom there and then.

"Oh well, its fine, isn't it." Sam said, stepped into the bathroom and into the shower. He started the water and began to blast himself clean of sweat and residue when he noticed. He hadn't heard from the Id after that. Oh well, guess he's sleeping. Only makes sense, he got what he wanted.

And it hit him. Sam wasn't in control. Or at least his waking mind wasn't. Instincts had pulled control from him and done it so subtly he hadn't even noticed. And that should terrify him.

But it was fine, right? His mom had wanted every second of it. She'd been gagging for his cock for years and never known and now she was his.

Now he'd changed her.

The woman who raised him.

A woman he loved.

She could be different forever now because of him. Because he had lost control and let his horniness wrest literal control of his brain out from under him. He couldn't begin to guess at how she would change. He was only slowly unlocking memories of moments but was that love, the true wonderful familial love, lost forever now?

But what about Jess? She's cool with it. So cool with it the horny little slut was masturbating to you two the entire time.

"You never turned off my pheromones, did you?"

No. Why would I do that? The Id responded.

"You mother fucker." Sam stood under the shower and let its water flow over his titanic body but it couldn't wash away the feeling that he'd been used. The feeling that he had, however unknowingly, used his mother and sister. That he was affecting their minds. It rolled his stomach to think about. It almost made him feel sick.

Sick? Don't be stupid. That was amazing for her because it was amazing for you. What? Did you think anyone could just take a cock this big in their asshole first time? No, buddy, that was your good pal Id pumping the love into the air.

"You're a monster."

I'm your best friend, moron. I am you. If you want to be a monster we can do that, but she wanted it and you wanted it.

"Neither of us wanted it. You made us."

Everyone in this life is made to do everything. There's a part of you in here that makes you breathe. There's a part of you that makes your heart pump. There's a part of you that makes you dream about sexy clowns. That's teamwork between me and the dream guy, you're welcome. I'm natural, my friend. What happened there was no different from a hot MILF you've never met smelling some expensive cologne and wanting to fuck someone because her brain tells her that he's jacked and rich. Except in this case its hotter because she was your mom. The taboo, dude. Stealing a fruit off a farmer's land makes it taste all the sweeter. Humans love a taboo. They love to push the boundaries that other cunty humans they've never met try to force on them. She wanted it because her brain told her so. You wanted it because I told you so. And I hate to say I told you so but I did warn you. If you weren't going to take the lead I was.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Years of you being addicted to pornography, online gaming, violent TV, whatever culture has decided today. I'm human instinct, paired down, plain and simple and you want to be society. Society is bullshit my friend. You were a caveman before, meant to hunt lions and fuck hot bitches, not work nine hour days and die alone. Now you're a god, but the principles are the same. The brain, no matter how advanced XXXXXXX made it, has to operate on the level its on. You got instincts, I'm Mr Fuck, and I'm what you made me.

The voice quietened until, eventually, it was gone and all that was left was the shower and sorrow. Sam had lost something here, something with his mom, and he would never get it back. But he had to move on. And her wanting to suck his dick wasn't so bad.

He wasn't sure if the thought was Id chiming in again or his own. It made no difference either way. Sam reached for the soap and saw the tiles next to him were cracked.

"What the fuck?" He said.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that." Jessica closed the door behind her.

"Jess?"

"Hey bro." She shimmied up to the shower, sat on the side of the bathtub, and reached out. She started stroking his dick, her fingers finding him tender and sensitive after his fuck-sesh.

"Woah!"

"Look, I need this." She said, looking up at him with her cute eyes and little pout, "I can't believe you didn't save this for me." She said as she teased his cock back to full strength. He hardened until he was too big for just one hand but she still lazily played with it, stroking him and then kissing softly along the head and shaft.

Jess was fully clothed again, wearing that same jersey and having put her pants and presumably panties back on, but she didn't seem to care as the water ran down her hair and face and over her shoulder. The jersey rapidly got damp but still she kissed around his cock. Sam moved to turn the water off but she simply looked up at him, his cock covering most of her face, with a look he took to mean "don't."

She started out with some quick, exploratory licks around the bottom of his shaft, then back up to run her tongue over his cockhead, then a long lick down his length to take his balls into her mouth. Her eyes shone up at him as she sucked one of his balls up and worked it around on her tongue.

"Oh fuck, Jess!"

"You like that, big boy?" She asked from beneath him. Her hands had wrapped around his cock to jerk him off, they felt warm against the water of the shower on his back.

"Fuck yes."

"Good. Turn around."

"What?"

Jess climbed into the shower, all her clothes were becoming drenched. She turned him around to face away from her and then Sam felt her hands on his ass. Her delicate fingers pulled his ass cheeks apart.

"Jess, you don't have to."

"Shut up." She said and he felt the soft sensation of her tongue rimming his asshole. Jess licked around his rim and then up to lick at his balls. She nuzzled her nose against the back of his balls, taking both in her mouth one at a time while she reached around to jerk his cock. The water fell steadily over them.

"Holy fuck that's good."

Jess licked her way back to his hole and drowned it in kisses and licks all the while jacking him off. Sam put both hands on the wall in front to steady himself.

Jess ate his ass with an eagerness and technique that astounded him. "You're so good at this." Sam let slip as a little whisper but still she heard it, he heard her giggle as she ate his ass with aplomb. She seemed to be beaming with pride to be such a talented little ass cleaner and each of his moans served as new encouragement to dedicate herself wholeheartedly. If eating ass was an art form, the Jess was its da Vinci, Sam decided.

Her tongue darted inside his hole, cleaning every inch of his ring. Jess was thorough, there had to be more of her saliva there than there was water from the shower. She moaned into Sam's asshole, her hands never stopping their work either. She must have felt his pulse flowing powerfully through his dick.

Jess worked her hands around his shaft, jerking up and down. Her grip would loosen at the head then tighten as she worked down to the base, keeping a steady, loving rhythm. All the while, her tongue licked away, her lips planting gentle kisses and slow sucks on his hole. She must have felt Sam's body begin to buck. He could feel her focus harder on the task at hand, putting her heart and soul into her work.

"Fuck! Jess!"

Sam began to thrust into her hands, he couldn't help it. Still, she followed him, her mouth not leaving his ass for more than a second. To Sam, the sound of of the shower hitting porcelain was drowned out by the sound of her attention on his hole.

He fucked her hands with a fervour. He was close. She had brought him right to the edge and she could feel it, his balls tightening, his cock readying, and she stopped.

"What? No! Jess!"

"Hmmmm?" She said below him, offering a quick lick of his asshole as response before pulling away.

"Fuck! You! Fucking tease! Jess please!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, each word punctuated by a lick of his ass or balls, her fingers slowly rolling around his cock, "were you talking to me? I thought you were busy talking to other women? I thought you didn't want to talk to little old me?" He could feel it in her voice, she was provoking him. She loved to play the little brat. He could feel her smiling devilishly behind him even as he looked ahead, thrusting his cock hopelessly against her uncooperative fingers.

"Oh you little fucking slut. Get back in there and eat my ass!" Sam grabbed her hair and shoved her face back towards his hole which she attacked with furious licks. Jess started jacking him off again, both of her hands working faster and harder around his massive cock.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Yes! Eat it you dirty fucking whore!"

Sam's grunts became louder and more frequent as Jess ran her tongue quickly and powerfully through every inch of his hole then back out to slurp away at it and smother it with kisses then she would dive back in. She was his little whore, dedicated to eating his asshole, his little filthy anal loving slut. The though shot through him, as did his cum which fired all over the tiled wall of the shower. Sam moaned into the sensation as Jess kept up her speed and dedication. He felt his body tremble, then the feeling hit him and took all the power out of his knees. He fell forward to lean on the tiles and still Jess followed, not slowing for a second. His cum ran in rivers down her beautiful fingers, washed down them faster by the shower.

He reached back to pull her hair and let her know she could stop but Jess batted his hand away and kept licking. She was a woman possessed. Sam moaned into his arms as he rested them against the wall.

She kept going for minutes until Sam felt his cock return to life and as it got hard again she took it in her hands and jacked it off, stopping occasionally to cover his balls in sloppy adoration but always returning to his ass.

Eventually, Sam lost count of the minutes, he felt the pressure in his near empty balls build again. Jess ate his ass unperturbed as Sam shot one final, weak load over her hands. She tactically pulled her hands away from the shower, making sure to keep the lake of cum in her palm undiluted, stood, and stared at Sam. Jess licked his cum from her hand in one long, uninterrupted movement. She was soaked to the bone, her hair had been completely soaked as had her clothes. She stepped over the side of the bath and took off the jersey and pants. She threw them into a washing basket. She was not wearing her panties.

Sam wanted to fall to his knees and propose to Jess then and there.

"So," she said, grabbing a towel to dry her amazing body, "You're a real mother fucker now, huh?"

Sam let out a little laugh as he fell to sit down on the shower floor. He reached up to turn it off but couldn't quite make it. Jess pulled the glass shower divider aside on its hinge and turned it off for him, giving him a perfect sight of her tight body and pert tits.

"It got out of hand."

"I'll say," Jess took the fluffy towel and started dabbing it around her vagina and ass before running it up her crack then starting to dry her legs. "It got right out of hand and into our mom's pussy and asshole."

"You saw." Sam said with quiet shame. For a man who had come so much today he felt like life had defeated him. It was only last night he'd escaped the facility and now this. It was all so much so fast.

"Most of it, yeah."

"Well, I think that it was my fault. My Id, I told you about this morning, he said he's been pumping out pheromones. They make people-"

"Horny? Yeah that makes sense. I was thinking that was probably it."

"Yeah, so. That was what happened." Sam shrugged. "You seem oddly cool to hear I'm pumping out some fuck pheromone."

"I had kind of figured that was going on. And hey, nothing you can do to help it, right?"

"But that means none of it is real. None of this," he gestured at both of them, her towelling her toes, him sat on the shower floor limp cock lying on his leg.

"No it doesn't. So what if what I felt may have been that originally, doesn't matter to me about how I feel now." She walked over to him.

"What?"

"I'm saying I like you, you doofus." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "You do need to get that shit under control though, because we have to find out about the people who experimented on us and we're never going to get around to it if we're jumping each other's bones every five minutes."

Jess looked in the mirror.

"I broke the tiles, by the way." Sam looked at where they had been smashed. "I think I have super strength, which is cool, and is going to flavour what I say to you so keep in mind that if you disagree I can crush stone, okay?"

"Okay?"

"About you fucking mom. I'm okay with it. I have to be, its happened now, and I like you too much, and I want to fuck her too. I think we're both a little fucked up."

"You want to fuck mom?"

"I'm not done," Jess said and pointed a finger, "I don't like to share. Anything. But I'm not making one exception for her. No, this is a blanket rule. If you want to fuck someone else it has to be someone I sign off on from now on. No going behind my back. No sticking it in the first alley skank you find. You want them, you ask my permission. And maybe I'll let you. If you ask nicely. And if I can fuck them too. If you want to fuck me this is the ultimatum going forward. Deal?"

He didn't take a second to think about it.

"Deal."

***

A machine reads the pheromone levels in the air.

On the side it reads Halcyon.

Data is being recorded onto a roll of tape that ceased being manufactured in 1983.

The log spikes at notable intervals.

Further study required.

Observation continues.

Monday.

The first day of the new world.