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Wednesday PM, Jan 08, 2003

A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: lendanoc.txt
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Story_codes: m/F inc cons occult

Story_intro: The young boy's eyes peeled in his head as he nursed the weird looking head from between the fanned out limbs of the almost 60 year old woman...




Lend An Occult Hand

Written by miendrasuo


	The young boy's eyes peeled in his head as he nursed the weird looking head from between the fanned out limbs of the almost 60 year old woman...



A year earlier.


	Paul was a 13 yr old game console freak.  So most of his life was spent indoors plugging away infront of the TV set.  Because Paul was quite a late child, his mother was 53 years old already.  They've been living alone for the last 6 years since her eldest daughter moved out and got married.  Paul was at that age where his body began changing and he became two minded about having his mom hanging around when he got dressed or washed himself but on the contrary he never minded making his mother tea and bringing it to her in the bathtub when she asked for some.  His mother, Marge couldn't wrap her head around Paul's changing sentiment.  How could the only guy in her life be pushing her away like that.  She knew every nook and cranny of Paul's body and kept a glancing eye on his developing penis like most mothers do.  However up till now there hasn't been much growth down there which had Marge worried and quite probably Paul as well.  He had a 2 inch button that graced his pelvis.  Marge put Paul's behaviour down to the fact that he was becoming embarrassed about his size.  She wanted to help but didn't know where to start.  What she didn't consciously realise was that her attachment to Paul's problem was stemming from an area deep inside her.

	"Maybe I should ask old Norma some help.  Her occult trick helped me quite nicely the last time. Oh shit, I hope she forgave me for that nasty thing I pulled on her last time.  Nothing bad has happened to me so far, so I guess it's OK." Marge thought to herself, standing in the bath tub as she soaped up her facecloth.

	"Mom, here's your tea." Paul said, as he entered the bathroom, his eyes rolling off his mother's naked and opulent chunkiness as always.

	Women at Marge's age were chunky at most.  38F sagged melons, hanging potbelly, 25 inch wide holsters and a pussy constrained by hefty thighs.  This much Paul knew all too well.

	"Thanks, just put it down there so long." Marge said as she moved the wash-rag briskly through her pussy gash, between her volumnous ass cheeks and back through her pussy as her legs remained ajar, ever under the spying eye of Paul.

	"You can stay and talk if you want to." She added, knowing that Paul would appreciate it.  She noticed the change in the look in his eye for a while now whenever he saw her naked.

	"Mom, are you serious? If my friends found out what I'm allowed to do, they'll tease me to hell and gone." He said, a slight tone of nervousness breaking his rhythm.

	"Now don't be silly.  You know you've seen me naked since you were born.  Why is it so different now?" His mother rapped back.

	"Hey, I don't mind at all, it just feels a bit weird, you know." Paul replied his eye's stealing frequent glances of the grey and black bush prodding out heinously between his mothers thighs and the volumnous melons dropped all the way over her potbelly.

	"Well good then and don't be shy of me either, OK?" she said, looking at Paul questionably for the confirmation she wanted.

	"OK, if you mean being naked in front of you." He answered, dropping his head, slightly red faced.

	Paul allowed his mother the opportunities to be in his naked presence from then on.  Just like her son, Marge frequently stole glances of his 2 inch button with it's fluffy pubic hair just about forming a vee on the top.  One evening she witness Paul's penis at full erection when she "visited" him in the bathroom.  It was a struggling 2X1 inches in size.  Marge felt guttered inside.  She wanted to be proud of her boy but how could she when she saw the look of shame on his face when he realised that she saw his littleness.  Marge became angry inside and decided then and there to have a meeting with Norma.

	The two women were elated to see each other or so they gave each other the impression.

	They ensured that Paul was away that night when they engaged in the occult ceremony.  Marge and Norma were not alone after a while and after a half an hour of horrendous grunting and chanting, they emerged bewildered and drenched in sweat.  In Norma's hand was the instructions to concoct the potion for Paul, loosely scrabbled on paper after that dark episode.

	After she regained her composure, Norma proceeded to jot the notes down properly.  

	Two day's later Norma returned with two containers.  She gave Marge instructions as to how to apply them.  Opening the jars, Marge nearly hurled as the stench hit her.  One was a slimy ointment she had to smear into Paul's cock and balls.  The other watery mixture had to be added to the milk and obviously be consumed orally.  Marge gave Paul a sleeping pill and in the early hours of the morning she got up and gave Paul a handsome smearing and then filled the milk carton up as well.

	"Awww God mom!! I think this milk is off big time!!!" Paul shouted from the kitchen the next morning.

	Marge smiled to herself.

	"Oh no, they must have cheated me at the store, the buggers!!!" She replied.

	That night Paul became restless, almost sick.  Although Marge knew it could be the effect of the potion, Paul's sweaty, bug eyed appearance got her worried.  He eventually succumbed and dropped to the floor like a limp new born.  Marge cooled the burning boy down through the night with ice and water till she woke the next morning lying prostrate on the floor near Paul's bed.

	"Ohhh God, why's my head so sore and what am I doing here..." 

	Then Marge realised what was going on.

	Slowly she got up and looked questionably at her son lying still in his bed.  Relieved, she noticed he was breathing.  His facial expression was a bit traumatised as if he went through some hell.

	"I wonder if anything happened down there?" Marge thought

	"I suppose a quick peek won't hurt."

	Carefully, she lifted the blanket.

	"Oh Jesus, God what's this?!!" Marge's expression and reaction was silent but petrified.  "Is this right?!"

	The shock gradually subsided and Marge's regard changed.  She began liking what she saw between Paul's legs.  The cock wasn't human but definitely something she's seen, on an animal.

	The creature resembled a miniature donkey's cock, 5X6 inches in it's flaccid state, pink and mosty dark brown and ofcourse donkey balls, hanging in a stretched out sacks.  Marge was unexpectedly ensnared by it.  It was Paul's new possession but somehow Marge subconsciously felt that she had some ownership in it.  For a brief moment this notion coaxed her into wanting to handle it, get to know it, until her senses snapped her back.  Nevertheless, she was excited for Paul's part.  Marge had to get out before he woke up.  Paul had to discover his new possession by himself.

	Marge heard Paul get up minutes later and then distinct gasps of shock and ......

	"Moooom!!!!" He ripped out.

	"Paul, what's wrong!!!!" His mom replied, racing into his room.

	"Come look here, I dunno...Oh my god....!!!"

	"My Lord, Paul, what happened?!!!"

	"I don't know, mom!!!!"

	"OK, calm down!  Does it hurt?!  Do you have feeling in it?!"

	"No it feels OK, but what...I can move it...Is it because I was sick?"

	"I think so.  Let's just see what happens further and if it gets bad in anyway then we can go to the doctor, OK?"

	"Alright..."

	The day passed and Paul atleast pissed twice and made quite a noise as the heavy stream of piss hit the water.

	Her son was a much happier child, as expressed by the smug look on his face.

	Paul already had many thoughts of abilities and uses cracking through his mind regarding the chunky, lump of hung cock but his mom seemed to be in close proximity all the time now for him to get down and dirty.  Paul however seized the moment when his mom took a bath and using a quick visit to her to absorb a fresh view of her buxomness, he darted to his room to take a whack.

	In no time Paul held a heart stopping 6X9 inch cherry snapper in his fist.  Slowly he lost himself in the maniac masturabtion.

	The sensation in his loins and shaft were paralysingly glorious as it made him half-epileptic.

	Marge was a step ahead of Paul and had followed him when he went off to throttle his monkey.  She stood eyed-wide, open mouthed, peering from the corner of the doorway at Paul tugging madly at his wad of cock.  The next moment there was spurts of come guttering the place as Paul convulsed on the bed, plugging his cock in a frenzied blitz.  Watery, gobs of yellow slime came gushing as Marge looked on breathlessly, rubbing her clit in the ensuing hysteria.  As Paul's climax abated, his mom made her way, numbed by the experience, back to her bath.

	Paul appeared by the bathroom entrance just about a minute later, looking drained but happily mesmerised.  The door was welcomingly wide open as usual.

	"Hows things here?" Paul asked half dreamily.

	"Awww, shit, you gave me fright, damn!" Marge bellowed, her heart thundering in her chest.

	"Oh sorry, mom didn't mean it!" He apologised heartily.

	"It's Ok, don't sweat it, just warn me next time, tiger." She replied jokingly, smiling, her eyes stealing a glance of the spot between his legs.

	Her composure just got rattled again, hitting her breath for a six.  His receding cock still made an embarrassing bulge in his flimsy shorts and for a moment she thought she saw the fat, bulbous head sticking out from the hem.  She turned her head back in an almost whiplash motion to make sure.

	"OH my fuck,  what a fucking hung piece of meat!!!" The words blew out inside her mind as his mom struggled to tear her eyes away from Paul's peeping fat cock head.

	Her regard to him had gained a more visible change ultimately making her hang around him more often when he was home.

	Paul wasn't stupid, he knew why, so he gave his mom what she wanted, countless views of hung meat.

	Marge couldn't believe it herself.  After a week she was consumed by the aura of her own son's cock, all 5X6 inches of hung donkey.

	"Shit, it was a bad dream!!" Marge sat up startled, her heart thumping heavily after what seemed to be a nightmare.

	Bewildered and still half asleep she headed for the kitchen where she opened the fridge and took a few quick thirsty gulps of milk straight out of the carton.

	"Aaarrrggg!!!" Marge bawled.

	But the disgusting concoction was down her throat already.  She tried to hurl but couldn't.  Worriedly she went back to bed, wondering about the after effects.

	"Is this Norma's way of getting me back? Naaa, it was meant for Paul." Marge thought worringly.

	But Marge felt strange sensations down below while she tried to fall asleep again.  Just like Paul she became restless and feverish.

	It became so bad that Marge eventualy passed out.

	"Mom! Hey wake up, Are you Ok!" Paul asked slightly worried, shaking his mom.

	"Hmmmm...what...hey...?" Marge slowly woke up.

	"You're making weird noises, mom, are you OK?!" Paul continued.

	"Paul...it's you...what happened...I feel funny..." Marge mumbled, confused.

	After a while when Marge was fully awake, she traced a strange sensation to her pelvis, her pussy.

	Cold shivers pelted her as she slowly lifted her nightie up.  Paul looked questionably on.

	"What the hell!!!" Paul bawled and gawked.

	"Jesus Christ what happened!!!"  Marge roared with anxiety tracing her voice now.

	Marge's pussy had shrunk into a dark, wart covered, almost hairless crotch.  Her fat, bulbous, leechlike labia were less than half it's original size.  Her gash looked like it measured about 2 inches from top to bottom.  Paul couldn't tear his eyes away.  This wasn't his mom's grey and black, bushy pussy.  Then suddenly his donkey meat started kicking and growing.  Paul's heartbeat intesified.

	Then as if by some kinetic energy traversing from Paul, Marge felt an itchy, increasing sensation in her cunt.  Her chest began expanding rapidly as well and she fought hard to resist grabbing her crotch and rubbing the hell out of it but the sight of Paul's meat expanding out from beneath the hem of his shorts, crumbled her resistance.

	"Fuck, what's happening, I feel like fucking my mom like it's the last thing I'm gonna do!!" Paul thought agonisingly to himself.

	"Oh fuckin christ, help me!!"

	Alarmed, Paul turned and stumbled out of the room.  Marge was epileptically trying to rid the itch between her legs by squeezing and rubbing her chunky thighs together as she watched Paul half falling out of her room with his erection in full spendour.

	"Fuck, this shorts is killing my cock, gotta get it off!!" Paul mumbled breathlessly when he reached his room.

	His 6X9 inch donkey bludgeon pumped and pulsated vigorously into the air.

	"Paul, are you OK?" Marge asked in a broken, fever induced voice.

	She had followed Paul.

	"Fuck!!.........mom!!......damn!!!......what the?!!........." Paul bawled, startled by his mother's sudden appearance.

	Marge was standing by his room door, stripped down to her babysuit.  Her body was gleeming, her nipples were as thick and hard in relation to Paul's cock.  Her boy noticed a look of desire in her eyes as it kept on falling to his throbbing hard cherry popper.

	Her chest was expanding rapidly under her growing breathlessness.

	When Paul's eyes fell to his mom's glistening, slime splattered pussy, he folded.  His breath left him and his donkey kong began kicking maniacally.

	"You look worried...what's wrong...? Must I......hold you?" Marge stuttered.

	"Yes..." Paul's voice cracked.

	Marge walked up to Paul, the breathing now more audible than ever.  Paul succumbed and enveloped his mom, shoving his face between her volumnous melons and popping one of her swollen nipples into his watery mouth while he instantly began humping his pelvis into her.  Marge threw her head back and shrilled, shivering madly under the fiery lust that ignited.

	Paul's cock sliced aimlessly between his mom's parted limbs as he continued sucking and biting from tit to tit.  Tremor ridden, their hands sprawled and clutched each other.

	Paul then suddenly turned his mom around and plonked her backwards on his bed.  As Marge hit the bed, she instantaneously pulled her limbs up and apart.  Her son's crimson, moist, shaking body was between them as they opened.  Paul and his mom's mouths entangled and a sucking, chewing menagerie of noises erupted while his ass humped profusely into her.

	The 6 inch cock head diameter careered viciously through his mom's almost lolita-like pussy, splattering precum crud everywhere.  The intense lust was near exploding proportion.

	Paul clasped his donkey meat in his hand and aimed at his mom's steaming hot leaking gash, and drove it in.

	Marge's eyes almost popped out as she let out a roar of terror.

	Paul's head splitted her puss lips apart with the help of the wads of slime that dripped from her.  Maniacally, her son let his ass blow into a fuck blur, heinously driven on by the twisting, convulging and screaming of his dear mother.  He was enraptured by the heavenly sensation engulfing and strangling his blistering cock as it opened his mother's pussy up by the split second.  His donkey balls smacked hard into her cum drenched ass crack.  A chorus of grunts, gasps and shrieks cracked into the ether.  Marge's itch was being attended to unabatedly albeit raucously.  Soon all 9 inches of donkey bludgeon blasted blurringly into his mom's raped pussy.

	The excruciating splitting of her pussy lips gradually subsided and it soon felt like heaven as Paul pumped his seed pumper swiftly into his mom while they resumed a frenching, slobbering tongue fight.  Marge suddenly humped her ass back at her son's gatling gun rhythm.  She became wild, panted and muttered incoherent words.  Her orgasm blew out within the next moment.  Splurges of slimy crud squirted from the constraints of her pussy lips, guttering both of them in dripping cum.  This inturn set Paul's balls alight.  He enveloped his mom and succmbed to the welling in his gigantic eggs.  Uncontrollably his cock impaled her tight cunt in a blistering fuck.  The sensations engulfed him, the semen in his eggs began boiling.  Paul's expression turn maniac.  His grunting and groaning testified of his moment of madness.

	The unbridled passion and lust swept through Marge in unending waves as the donkey throttled penetration cracked on it's pace.  Her pussy throat seemed deep enough because when Paul's egg sacks jammed into the crack of her ass with every hard thrust, his cock head almost wanted to impale her womb.  But the fuck stutter suddenly kicked in.  Pauls eggs exploded.  He jammed and locked his ass forward, sending his ass muscles into a contracting, pumping madness.  Marge felt her son's babies erupting in piss blasts inside her, guttering her womb in endless gobs, while she anxiously spurred his pumping ass on with her clutching hands.

	The sperm pissing went on unabated eventually squirting from his mom's donkey-cock-constrained pussy lips till Paul eventually caved in.  His eggs were fucked dry.  Million upon millions of little Pauls swam around vigorously inside his mom, hunting anxiously for a distinct scent.  Paul and his mom layed there breathless, fever pitched and sweaty while unknowingly, her son's sperm reached their target.

	"I wonder whether their off-spring will be the gross hairy kind or the slimy wart kind?" Norma thought to her herself, a smug, evil look traced her face.

	









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