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It all started with a discovery back in my university days that quickly turned into an obsession. I was working on a thesis about fertility health and I came upon an old anthropological account of a unique tribe in Africa.
In a period of clashing tribes, maintaining an adequate population was paramount to a tribe's survival. But men were needed to defend the village or raid another for sustenance. This leads some tribes to fall into an uncanny trap where all the adult males were lost and all that remained was a handful of families. Sometimes, they were even whittled down to one family with no adult males left to offer protection or food. Sometimes, all that was left was boys.
Mating to reestablish population numbers was a problem in this case as there was the natural aversion to incest and implications for the offspring of such unions. In most cases, for a tribe, when the men are gone, the tribe collapses. If they are lucky, another tribe raids the village and carries off the women. If they are unlucky, they starve to death.
Thus was their dilemma. Either mate and increasingly degrade the genetic pool, or don't and perish by nature.
One tribe in particular seemed to have found a solution, according to the unofficial account that I obtained in my studies. Throughout a period of 100 years, this tribe had been brought low several times to a single family status with no adult men left, and each time, the tribe bounced back, in a burst of breeding frenzy. And here's the kicker, there were none of the typical genetic mutations that are associated with incest in their gene pool.
Out of curiosity, I tracked down the tribe and even went to Africa during my break to visit their descendants and to study their lore. Amazingly, I discovered that the tribe owed their reproductive prowess to an elixir produced by utilizing a local plant. A purple flower. I could find no references in scientific literature that had classified such a plant. It seemed to me that I've discovered an entirely new species.
While normally kept from public knowledge, the tribes-people were generous enough to show me the valley in their vast jungles where the flowers spread like mushrooms. I was allowed to harvest as much as I like to bring back to my university for research.
My passion attracted my friends, Elizabeth and Cassandra to join me in unraveling the mysteries of this purple flower. The more we knew however, the more secretive we became with our research. in the end, it transformed from my thesis into our personal pet project.
So what is this flower?
Short answer is, we still don't know.
We have however isolated the handful of exotic compounds in the flower to produce a drug much like the elixir used by the African tribe in the past. We've made many iterations and batches, each time producing a much more refined version.
Once we graduated from university and started working, we also started to run our own tests and case studies. While working on legitimate medical research, our own pet project hummed along under the surface. The hospital we worked for provided a good sample pool for test subjects.
So what does this drug do? Well, it affects males and females differently. For males, it changes their physiology and psychology, making them more sexually oriented. Their sexual organs grow with time until it achieves the perfect size and shape for ideal deep and persistent insemination of females and their sperm achieves hyper virility. It also changes the rest of the males body, demeanor, and pheromones, making them more appealing to females.
For females, the drug triggers hyper-receptivity for male sperm. It also makes a female hyper-fertile and greatly improves their breeding and birthing biology. Psychologically, it makes a female more submissive and urgent to be bred. It also provides a host of other benefits as well, like boosting immune systems and promoting overall health in order to look more attractive to potential mates.
There are two bombshell effects for both sexes that are also imparted by these exotic compounds. One is the effective retardation of senescence. That is, it slows the effects of aging, and in some cases of older people, reverses aging effects. Note that it only applies to aging effects, not lifespan. This is no Benjamin Button drug. You won't turn back into a child or a baby. It just dampens the ageing process for young adults and reverse the aging effects in old people, meaning less degradation of the human body with time. This trait alone makes this discovery be worth trillions of dollars to the pharmaceutical and cosmetics industry.
The second major effect? The exotic compounds in this drug actively and overtly promotes incestual behavior in primates. Firstly, it eliminates all the mutation risks and defects commonly suffered by incest related births. Secondly, while it makes men and women more receptive to sex, this effect is increased by nearly tenfold when it comes to people that share a genetic bloodline.
Yes, these compounds gives a person an incredible drive to mate with people they are related to. It goes beyond just basic attraction. It becomes a biological imperative.
This was the factor that kept the African tribe bouncing back from extinction throughout history.
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So yes, as you might imagine, we experimented the drug on our sons and on ourselves as well. We were case-zero. In the name of science, Elizabeth, Cassandra, and I doused our baby boys with the drug when they turned 13. The effect for boys wasn't as quick as it is for girls. It takes time for their bodies to grow and change. Of course we mums were there to ensure a steady protein diet for our babies to grow.
As for Cass, Liz, and I, we didn't intentionally take the drug at first. But years of handling the flowers for research had caused us to unwittingly be exposed to its powerful effects. Even in the African tribe where it originated, only males tend to ingest the elixir or apply it directly to their bodies. Females opted to used the flowers as incense for long term exposure.
When our boys turned fifteen, their mummies had unwittingly turned themselves into their ideal mates. It was subtle, so no one noticed it at first. There is a fine line between affectionate love and carnal love. I couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when I realized I wanted to bear my son's children. But when I did, I acted on it. All three of us acted on it. The drive was that strong.
For their fifteenth birthday, the boys were promised a surprise present. They were then blindfolded, and made to lie on three beds in a hotel room. They were instructed not to remove their blindfolds no matter the circumstances, or there would be no presents.
The three mummies then gently pulled down the boys's shorts and nearly cried when they saw the fruit of their experiment. Three of the most beautiful big cocks that they had ever laid eyes upon.
Naturally, our sons received very eager blowjobs from their mummies for their fifteenth birthday. We managed to fight our desires and keep the relationship purely oral for a year, but it was an uphill battle. A losing battle with biology.
On their sixteenth birthdays, the three mummies, unable to contain the biological imperative any longer, popped their three boys's cherries in another hotel room. Subsequently, their seventeenth birthdays saw them popping their mummies's anal cherries.
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Which brings us back to today, in their own private penthouse playground that the boys's mummies spared no expense to furnish. In this place, the boys were kings. Their mummies had repeatedly made sure they knew that.
Which was why I, Elizabeth, and Cassandra found ourselves on our knees tonight, kneeling before our sons in a row. Each of the boys had freed their big hard virile cocks and hovered it over our eager, smiling faces. Like their mummies, the boys kept their lower regions completely shaven smooth.
We did the ritual. We mummies first lifted our sons's heavy cocks and marveled at the size of their balls.
Think golf-balls.
The mummies then started moaning as they pushed their beautiful faces against the hefty weight of those super-developed testicles. The furious licking commenced. While we played and toyed with our boys's balls with our tongues, we started to lovingly stroke their fat cocks with the soft touch only a mother's hands could impart.
Then we started talking to them.
"Oh Lester, your balls are sooooo big! Mummy love it so muchhhh!" Elizabeth cooed.
"You too Sean," Cassandra moaned between licks, "What massive, healthy, balls you have. You're amazing!"
I locked eyes with my son Jason as I tongued his testicles. "Gosh Jason,"
*Lick* *Lick* "Look at the size of your balls!"
*Lick* *Lick* "You're so manly," I said huskily. "Your balls smell so powerful too. Mmmmmmmm, taste so strong and salty. Your balls really drive mummy crazy."
Our sons stood there, accepting our praises with their eyes closed and mouth gaping with pleasure.
"And, aiyo, look at this cock!" Cassandra said to Sean as she planted loving kisses along the fat shaft of his giant penis, "What a man you are darling. Makes mummy weak in the knees just looking at it."
"Your cock is so powerful dear," Elizabeth said to Lester between long languorous licks along her son's dick shaft, slobbering her son's cock with her saliva. "Mummy fell in love with it the first time mummy saw it you know?"
Like Liz, I left my son's balls dripping with hot saliva and started working on his beautiful cock. "Jason," I said, "Your cock is wonderful. So powerful! Soooo big and manly. Mummy is sooo proud of you. Good job darling!"
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Okay... Time out... Let me explain.
Along with the flowers, I also imported an archive of the African tribe's lore and culture to study. From it I learned that the tribe practices various rituals relating to worshiping of the males that imbibe the elixirs.
Now if there is one truth in this world, it is that nothing exists in vacuum. People don't do things for nothing. There are good underlying reasons for every form of weird rituals and taboos that various cultures have implemented throughout history.
In this case, our studies with our test subjects show that appealing to the ego of the male that takes the flower-drug was important for the optimization of their sexual growth. It is a critical foundation of their psychological development. The body follows the mind and all that.
Therefore Liz, Cass, and I developed our own form of ritualistic worship. Since this is our own sons that we're talking about, naturally we want them to grow to become our best work. Our magnum opus.
On the flip side, we also found that this ritual complements the development of the females that take the drug as well. Not to mention, it's also seriously hot.
Like seriously, it can get pretty additive to us girls.
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The three of us quickly discovered that our pussies will get seriously hot and drippy whenever we worship our sons like this. I can already see Cass and Liz wiggling their shapely behinds as they continued worshiping their sons's cock and balls. My own pussy was feeling like a woodfire oven at this point.
As a bonus to all that, our sons seem to like this treatment immensely. And what mother doesn't like to make their children happy?
"Mmmmm… Lester… Mummy is hopelessly addicted to your cock liao, how?" Elizabeth said huskily as she buried her beautiful face back under Lester's heavy testicles.
"You’re so biggg... MMMmmm… mmmmm.… Mmmmmm…" Cassandra moaned as she started blowing her son.
I too started administering my wet lip and tongue massage on Jason's fat cockhead, eventually progressing to blowing him. I made sure to draw back in between sucking to continuously praise my son. "Always remember dear…"
*Suck-Suck* "You tamed mummy with this big and strong cock."
*Suck-Suck* "You are a winner. You are mummy's conqueror."
*Suck-Suck-Suck* "Mmmm… Mummy used to be good and proper church girl you know? But now you made mummy like this liao."
*Suck-Suck-Suck* "This is all because your cock is so powerful."
*Suck-Suck* "You are really, really great."
*Suck-Suck-Suck* "Your own mummy also successfully tamed liao. So lihai one hor you?"
*Suck-Suck-Suck* "Good job darling."
Elizabeth chipped in as she continued licking Lester's balls and jacking his cock. "That's right. You too Lester."
*Lick-Lick-Lick*, "Congratulations, you subjugated your own mummy."
*Lick-Lick-Lick*. "You are mummy's most important man now."
*Lick-Lick-Lick* "Always remember that even though we need to act normal outside, this is the real truth."
*Lick-Lick-Lick* "Mummy has been utterly tamed by your monster cock."
*Lick-Lick-Lick* "Mummy will always submit to your cock from now on."
And it keeps going. Cassandra resumed talking while intermittently stuffing her mouth with her son's big cock. "Sean darling, always remember that you are great."
*Suck-suck-suck* "You swept mummy off her feet and tamed her with this big powerful dick."
*Suck-suck-suck*. "Now nothing is more important to mummy than you and your beautiful cock."
*Suck-suck-suck*. "What a strong man you are to successfully tame your own mummy like this."
*Suck-suck-suck* "You are really great. You're so incredible. You have shown mummy her true place under your magnificent penis."
And so on and so forth. Is it too much you think? How is it different from all those mothers telling their kids that they can definitely succeed in life, hmm? Not very different at all. We mothers do our best to encourage our own sons after all. Affirmations and encouragement are powerful psychological tools and psychological development is bedrock upon which all future endeavors are built.
What a sight it was in that condo. Three very well endowed teenage boys stood against the wall, grimacing with pleasure. Their beautiful, sexy, mothers who are respectable, professional doctors by day, and doting, classy, demure wives by evening, were now kneeling before the boys with their tight fashionable skirts pulled up around their waist to proudly display the brightly colored, lace g-string thongs they were wearing and their very shapely, fit, milky-white butts. All the while, the hot model-like mothers were stuffing their mouths with their sons's cocks or balls while singing praises of their son's sexual dominance over them.
This went on for some time. Cass, Liz, and I initially planned for this ritual phase to be about 30 minutes or so, but we always get carried away and lose track of time while we get drunk on our sons's overpowering musk and sexual aura of their weapons of lust.
In the end, we concluded the session by opening our mouths and sticking out our tongues while gazing up adoringly at our sons who aimed their big beautiful cocks at our faces and furiously masturbated to completion. Before long, they painted our faces and filled our mouths with spurts after spurts of thick, gooey ropes of hot, sticky, white jizz.
After baptizing their mothers in their virile seed, the boys did what their mummies had thought them to do many times before. They seized us at the back of our heads by our hair and started slapping their still hard cocks several times across our faces, thus bringing the ritual to a close by asserting their dominance over their mummies.
This time, they remembered to do it by themselves without us coaxing or dropping hints. They are definitely learning. Cass, Liz, and I couldn't be more proud!
After that, we rubbed our sperm covered faces lovingly on their cocks and proceeded to clean up the mess we made with our mouths.
"What a big load, Sean," Cassandra cooed breathily. "You're such a healthy boy hor?"
"Did it feel good darling?" Elizabeth said, smiling up at her son as she cleaned his cum off his cock. "That was an amazing load. Mummy so proud of you."
"Mmmmm, your cum is so yummy!" I said to my son. "You came so much for mummy. Mummy is really lucky to have a son like you. Good job darling!"
Giggling like a trio of love-struck schoolgirls, Cass, Liz, and I then rose to our feet and took our sons's hands into our own.
"Baby, you take the lead now. Your own room or the big room?" I said to my son, Jason.
"You are the master in this place, dear. You decide where to have mummy," Elizabeth said to Lester.
"Always remember that you are kings in this house. When we are here, mummy is just your toy," Cassandra said to Sean before planting a loving kiss on his cheek. "It's up to you where to bring mummy next."
This was also for our sons's conditioning. Confidently and decisively leading their women around by hand develops the right mindset for their growth and is also symbolism to show that they are in charge. Even though for now, we mums were doing much of the planning and directing, good habits has to start somewhere. It usually starts with the little things.
Our sons exchanged glances. It would seem that they had anticipated this part and had decided beforehand.
"The big room right, today?" Sean asked.
"Yeah, the last two times, it was one on one," said Lester.
"Big room it is," Jason said, firmly pulling me along as he broke into stride.
Jason was definitely getting comfortable with asserting his authority. I'm so proud... And naturally, incredibly wet.