The twilight of the evening had just turned to night, crickets chirping a symphony in the backdrop. Emily stood in front of her mirror, her heart pounding. She wore a cream satin robe, her lovely brown hair tumbled down her back, age having done nothing to dull its shine. Alex's voice rang out from the corridor, cracking with newfound confidence, "Mom, may I come in?" "Of course, dear," Emily's voice was steady, betraying...

"Oh, fuuuckkk!" he cries, seed spraying the opening of her womb. A flicker of confusion; vulnerability betrays his bravado. Euphoria tainted by an impending doom. Swallowing hard, "What's happening to me?" Desperation clawing through in his voice. "Life," she answers, her voice an ethereal whisper. The walls of her cunt squeeze his meat like a vise as she vibrates out her orgasm, and draws his essence in. ” Unggh,” she gr...

Emily brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, taking in the sight of Alex’s workshop. "No, it was a lab. Her son was now on the cutting edge of science. How could that be?" she thought to herself. This was her little Alex. Instantly, her mind drifted to his enormous cock. "Not so little; but those were dreams. Could he be that well-endowed or am I secretly a size queen?" she wondered. "No mind, I won't be finding out...

In the not-too-distant future... The faint hum of electronic equipment filled the air as Alex meticulously soldered a set of delicate wires inside his basement laboratory. The room was a haven of innovation, filled with computer monitors displaying complex algorithms, circuit boards scattered across the workbench, and shelves stacked with books on neuroscience and dream research. The walls were adorned with diagrams and s...