The Afflicted
Synopsis: A man-made disease was released into the atmosphere affecting all women. They need to have sex every 36hrs. It has to be penetrative sex. And it has to involve a real cock (not just digital penetration, or a dildo). The need for male ejaculate is compelling.
Symptoms for not having sex involve cramping, incredible headaches, then paralysis, and finally death.
Still, some lesbians chose the later. Most have accepted this state of affairs, but there’s research going on to find a cure.
All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older
Ottumwa, Iowa
“Honey?” Brenda said, “It’s… it’s time…”
“I know mom,” Terry replied.
Brenda wore a see-through negligee.
Even after eight moths of this new regimen she and Terry still felt nervous occasionally
It was, after all, not normal for a woman to fuck her son. But, she was afflicted.
She’d tried to abstain, like most women but the cramps were so bad she had a minor heart-attack. She found too that the more she fucked her son, the greater the intensity in her desire to have him come inside her.
Terry then had to insist he fuck her… beginning right there in the hospital…
That first time, they were both even more apprehensive than now naturally. Terry, climbing onto his mom’s soft rounded body, as she lay in the hospital bed. She, gladly opening her legs to take him inside of her.
They didn’t even bother drawing the curtains, and Gina Kershaw, who shared the room watched with envy as Brenda took her virile son inside of her.
That first time it was quick. They were relieved so. But almost immediately Brenda’s pain washed away.
“Can I borrow your son?” Gina begged.
“Go on, son…,” Brenda urged, “Gina’s got no one to help her…”
“Except that wardsman…!” Gina blanched.
Manuel Santana had offered his ‘services’ to various women as he made his rounds… Gina declined.
Anyway, that was months ago. Brenda had seen her son give relief to a number of other women, starting with Gina.
Now she had him to herself and she took him by the hand, drawing him up off the couch, leading him upstairs.
“You look really beautiful tonight, mom…,” he said.
“Thank you,” she smiled “But you know you don’t have to say things like that…”
“No! I mean it!” Terry said adamantly “You’re really hot…” he said as they entered the main bedroom.
“Thanks… Oh, wait… I’ve got to go get my birth control…”
“You know you…,”
“No, honey…,” Brenda said “We’ve discussed this…,”
“But…”
“You lie down and play with yourself… I’ll be back shortly…”
Terry undressed and lay on his mom’s bed. He also had suggested that they share the bed, but she still wanted a sense of boundaries and so he remained sleeping in his own room.
But for now he had her soft bed below his naked butt. He toyed with his hardening cock as his mom went looking for her oral contraceptives.
Terry smiled as he thought of replacing them with sugar pills. Then his mom returned.
“Thank you baby,” she said as she climbed onto the bed.
“For what?”
“This gift…,” she said as she took his cock and slid onto him.
His mom was warm and wet. She gave a little sigh of relief just taking him into her pink spaces.
“You’re so beautiful…,” he said.
“Shhh,” she begged. She closed her eyes trying to pretend it wasn’t her son she was mounting.
But she couldn’t disguise how good he felt. She believed that over time, with each coupling she was more and more in need of it.
She was right. It was not just a matter of survival… It was compelling. The sex was the best she had ever had. Not that she had a lot of partners.
For others it was an even stronger compulsion—an addiction. There were stories of women so overwhelmed by the desire to fuck that they’d tied their lovers to beds and istered Viagra…
A story of a man half-starved, discovered by his brother… The man was tied to a bed in the basement and his daughter was plying him with the drugs.
In court she said she couldn’t help it… something took over her mind…
She was sentenced to gaol time, but even then she was allowed to have ‘conjugal visits’ with male prisoners because of the need to have sex.
So Brenda rode her son’s cock. She felt a shiver and then it built up… Next, she clawed at his chest as she came.
“Fuck, mom!” Terry gasped.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him and for a brief moment felt tremendous guilt at having to fuck her son… But then the burning in her loins built up and she began riding him again… She needed him to come in her… She lost all inhibitions and began leaning into him, kissing him, whispering filth… “Come in my cunt!” she hissed. “I need your come!” she continued “Oh, baby… Your cock feels sooooo good inside me!”
He ran his hands down her back, and felt her globe-like ass…
“Fuck me!” she hissed as she build up speed… She was now so caught up by the feeling between her legs that she didn’t even notice when Terry pushed a finger into her butt-hole.
“Come in me!” she hissed.
“Oh, mommmmmm!” Terry suddenly cried
As he came inside his mom she clamped down with her thigh muscles. She not only sat up, but she fell back so her head was between his feet, but she remained ed to her son, her body spasming as she came.
“Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yessssss!” she cried as orgasms rippled over her.
Finally she came down, her son’s load long spent; poured out into her heaving wet pussy. She found herself sweating, her heart pounding like she’d just run a race… uphill.
Now, a moment of clarity. She sat up and quickly climbed off her son.
She had a relapse into feelings of shame and regret as she had at the beginning of the affliction.
She turned to him. He was smiling, “You were fantastic, mom!” he beamed.
She suddenly felt a wave of warmth. It felt good, a woman wants to be desired. She forgot all about it. It seemed ‘natural’ that she fucked her son… he was after-all young, virile, attractive… and more importantly she loved him.
She slipped back onto the bed and embraced him, resting her head on his chest.
“Did you like it mom?”
“You know I did, honey..,” she sighed. She slid down, taking him in her mouth and she sucked. She could taste her own pussy on him and it turned her on smelling her sweat on her son.
“I have to go back to work tomorrow,” she paused to say.
“Your two weeks just flew by…,” he said.
She looked up at him. “I wish you could come to work and bonk me there too…”
“Bonk?”
They laughed
McHenry Labs was one of several institutions around the world trying to find a solution to the Affliction.
Brenda was a lab assistant to Dr. Keryn Phelps. Keryn was a lesbian, quite attractive though. She regretted the fact she had to fuck a man every 36 hours. Her lover Jackie refused to, despite Keryn’s pleas. Keryn watched and witnessed the effects of the Affliction and she was not going to go the same way
Her brother Peter volunteered to be her succour.
She was motivated by all these matters in finding a cure.
Brenda found herself going upstairs along with a colleague Gloria Wiseman.
“Good morning,” Brenda said
“Hi, I’ve not seen…,”
“I’ve been on holidays…”
“Spent it all in bed, I bet…,” Gloria said
They both burst into a smile
“We’re all doing it…,” Gloria said.
“I… I’m not that comfortable about you know…? Talking…”
“My son is such a terrific lay,” Gloria said interrupting her.
“Mine too!” Brenda suddenly gushed.
She felt a sense of relief to be able to talk to another woman about it…
“My son Rob…,” Gloria continued… “He wants us to have a baby…”
“Mine too… But… I…”
“And I said ‘yes’” Gloria said.
“Really?”
“Yes…and… and I think I’m already…”
“How?”
“I’m late…,”
“Really?”
“Yeah, tonight after work I’ll get a pregnancy test kit and…,”
“And what’s your daughter say about all this?” Brenda asked.
“Ruthie?”
“You have another daughter?”
“Ruth has her own cock to help her during the affliction…”
“No… I mean…you getting pregnant…?”
“I’m not…Oh, this is my floor…”
“See you at lunch…,” Brenda called after her friend as she left ;for her own workspace.
Brenda continued down two more floors—deep below the ground.
Keryn was already there as Brenda walked in and over to a locker to take out her lab coat.
“Good morning professor,” Brenda said.
Keryn was engrossed in something.
Brenda changed into her workwear and went over to Keryn
She politely coughed.
“Oh, Brenda…,” Keryn said, “I didn’t hear you come in…”
“You seem rather caught up…”
“Yes, I was just looking at Batch 740-J8…. It looks VERY promising…”
“Oh?”
“Yes…I think I can recommend that we take this to trials…”
“You mean…”
“An end to the Affliction…,” Keryn smiled. Then she collected herself “But it’s early days…,” she said, reigning in her enthusiasm.
Brenda caught up with Gloria in the cafeteria. Gloria came over to the table Brenda was at… toying with her food.
Gloria said a few things but Brenda’s mind was elsewhere
“Hello?” Gloria said, waving her hand in front of her friend’s face.
“Hm?” Brenda gasped “Oh, sorry…”
“You seem… I don’t know… concerned about something?”
“Hm? Oh, yes… The work the Professor is …”
“The anti-Affliction drug…?”
“Yes”
“You know… I hope you don’t succeed…”
“What?
“Well… I love the sex I have with my son… It’s the best I’ve ever had. And…I know you like it when…”
“Oh, yesss…,” Brenda sighed.
The sex was now more than just a necessity. In fact more and more women were finding that they were compelled to fuck.. it was no more a matter of survival. Most women didn’t fuck a relative like Gloria, or Brenda, or even Keryn… but none of that mattered. The sex was…addictive.
Gloria and Brenda discussed at some length what an actual bad idea it was to find a cure.
Brenda returned home late. Terry rushed to the door to greet her, embracing her and groping her ass.
“You’re late…I was getting worried…”
“Oh, yeah…Sorry. I should have called…”
“What happened?” Terry asked as he helped his mom undress.
“There was a incident in my lab…,” Brenda said
“An incident…?”
“A fire…”
“You’re alright?”
“Come… Let’s go to bed… I really need you cock…”
“Okay…,” Terry said.
A devastating fire. All that research ruined. Even the professor’s personal computer—which she thought was in another building ended up in the blaze
As Brenda lay with her son, his jizz oozing out her pussy she smiled as she thought about what she had done that day.
There wouldn’t be a cure any time soon.
“I think we should try for a baby…,” Brenda said.
“Really?” Terry gasped excited.
“I want you to marry me too…”
“Oh, wow…”
“I want to be your wife, son…”
“Yes” he said.
“You’ll do it?”
“Of course, mom…,” he smiled “I love you…”
“Oh, you’re getting hard again..” she grinned as she rolled onto him
She nursed hand… she had a chemical burn.
She had done what she had done to protect her relationship with her son.
It was worth it she thought as she mounted him…
The Affliction would continue on