Author: DiscipleN

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 1 (part 2) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

———————————— Mom

My hand dripped. Sounds reached me only minutes after my offspring had sprang into my daughter’s room. I didn’t dare to think, but I knew. I crept to the door and heard every word. Jerry was secretly trying to make his sister and I fat. If that’s what made his dick hard, I wasn’t going to complain. I hitched down my slacks and fingered myself until I had cum twice, eavesdropping on their disgusting act of incest.

I was determined to take them in hand, and remind them who ruled their home. That night, I devised the best plan.

“Russ, you asshole!” I whispered into my phone, the next day. “You said the doctor exam was suppose to be free!”

“You didn’t fuck him for it?” He snorted. “I go out of my way, and endangered medical ethics to get you an appointment and a decent lay for once, and you stiff the poor doctor?”

“I did fuck him, idiot!” I fumed. It hadn’t been enough. What I mean is, he had been pretty good, given I’d been sucking cunt for reciprocated satisfaction all last year. Now I was standing outside a door, once more eavesdropping on my daughter, phone to my ear, other hand in my pants. I overhead the doctor complimenting my only daughter on her figure. “Your doc is trying to get into Rory’s underwear.” Read more »

27 JAGed Pills Ch. 1 (part 1) [mF, mf, inc, ms, fat fetish, cons, hung]

27 JAGed Pills

by DiscipleN

Fans of the Venture Bros. cartoon believe that its world of super science and villains is merely parody of content dredged up from the previous century. Whereas, elderly geeks of the original shows and comics, think the modern world has everything they imagined, but hidden. They lurk the internet to find unthinkable energies in quantum physics, invincible nano-materials, and bizarre DNA splicings of humans or weirder species. Entangling these miracles, conspiracies abound. Yet, when brave souls browse for real super science and villains, they invariably end up reading porn. Fortunately there is a happy compromise, found in the apt and prodigious works by JAG27, master of exaggeration fetishes resulting from man perverting the natural way.

He did not write this story, nor endorses it, nor does his company have anything to do with it. I am happy to take responsibility for its homage. I thank him for the inspiration to write some really crazy shit.

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Chapter 1, part 1

I did puke, but the damn thing stayed inside of me. Arms wrapped around a porcelain rim, lungs breathing the stench of abdominal juices I had hurled until my gut was sore, I swore, no more. Let this alien, or whatever the fuck it was, have its prize. Read more »

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (end) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

— 6 —

There were many days of unease that followed. Mother's little girl and I fell back into our routine of once a week. Only this time, when my cock threatened to spout off, I would jack on it and have a great cum. It was rare that I actually spilled onto my mother's naked skin, but not for not wanting to. I had to respect my daughter's wishes, and she really didn't like the nasty stuff hitting her. Still, her incredible body was the thing that turned me on the most, and the closer she was the more likely I'd shoot. Sometimes I didn't have a chance to redirect my load.

Mother, as an adult, never again acted like she had on my twelfth birthday. She reverted back to being strict and proper. I knew she wanted more than ever to eradicate the little girl who stole her Saturdays, especially since her son was now using the event for his personal sex fun.

One day my daughter and I fell asleep on my bed, and the next morning, mother woke up beside me. The sound that jostled me out of slumber was her sobbing. Read more »

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (4-5) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

After that night I pretty much knew when I could ask to wear her clothes. About once a week seemed to satisfy her. It drove me to near madness. I jerked off constantly, filling every scrap of cloth with cum, desperately alert for her next moment of naked availability.

About once a week, mother would strip in front of me and dress me in her clothes. Then she would proceed to act like a little girl who desperately needed love and attention from her mommy.

My own role in these games were so anti-altruistic, they were killing me. I lost no end of sleep frantic to put my hands on her in less than a loving way. It's fair to say I wracked my adolescent brains to discover a way past her innocent sweetness. At the same time, I was gradually responding to her overt show of affection during these events. I had begun to love my mommy/daughter, and sometimes I wondered if I were the little girl playing for attention from my nakedly erotic mother. I doubt the clothes had much effect on my untested masculinity, but our scenarios would have confused Hercules. When Mother acted like a little girl, I knew the feelings of a protective father. When she looked into my eyes and called me, "Mommy", I had to look twice to make sure I hadn't grown breasts overnight. Read more »

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (1-3) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

I'll Be a Mommy's Uncle! by DiscipleN

It's was dull around the house after my father died. You never know what you're going to miss about a person until he's gone. I'll never miss his cocaine frenzies or the occasional flings he flaunted before mom, but my father was a pretty fun guy otherwise. I was pretty young to be certain of my memories of the time he spent with me, but I know I was never bored. When I turned eleven, it seemed like the three previous years without Pop were one eternal drag after another.

You see my mother was very strict and proper, and she decided, soon after my birth, to ensure I never followed the outlandish path of my father. Curfew was instilled in me the day I left the crib. Sundown meant straight to bed, lights out, and no noise. I could play with friends, but only from after school 'til dinner time, five o-clock. She dressed me conservatively, short haircut, comfortable brown shoes probably designed by the Amish, and she only bought starched white shirts and permanent press gray or tan trousers. I was drilled in every pleasantry and courtesy, and learned manners fit for a duke. In religion she was a tad more flexible, Methodist or Southern Baptist. She took me to both every Sunday. Read more »

A Visitor From Great Nicholas [loli, cons, nc, rom, sci fi, tentacle, Saturnalia, bad poetry]

A Visitor From Great Nicholas

 

Twas the night before Saturnalia,

And all around the world,

Great Nicholas was flying,

To protect boys and girls.

 

The invaders had spaceships,

With missiles and beams,

They killed brave reindeer,

To reach human beings.

 

Their species was desperate,

Their homeworld barren,

They looked to their neighbor,

For wombs to breed in.

 

But Nicholas was fast,

And in the blink of an eye,

He stuffed coal down their rockets,

Til saucers couldn't fly.

 

Down, fell those monsters,

Burning across that night's air,

Their mighty ships melted,

The only survivor despaired.

 

It landed in snow,

And skidded down the slope,

Of a winter covered mountain,

To a rest, beside hope.

 

Early merry morning,

Woke little Cindy Q.

From Mommy's log cabin,

She went out to the loo.

 

All night, she had dreamed,

Of what Nicholas might bring,

To the tree she had bound,

With bright candy and string. Read more »

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire [M/f, M/F, preg, nc, victorian]

Mr. Lawrence Breeding, Esquire by DiscipleN

"Mrs. Caravell, I could hardly mistake your predicament, but I never offer compensation for the rigors and expenses required to manage this particular condition. You must look to your husband. That is his role in society. Our bargain was at an end four months ago." Lawrence inhaled his lungs full of Turkish opium fumes to indicate his conclusion of the discussion.

"But sir, my husband, he's sick. You led me to believe you would provide for us. My Henry has consumed the total of your most generous original gratuity. Can I not persuade you that… Hey! let go of me!"

"I'll remind the lady of her modesty, outside, Mr. Breeding, sir." The butler grasp the woman firmly and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Smith. Ahhh. You may fuck her for all I care." Lawrence exhaled. He debated his greater enjoyment, to fill one's lungs with the sharp toxins or to breath them into a piteous, pregnant woman's mask of terror.

"Brute! This child is yours. Have you no love for your blood?" Read more »

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support) [inc] [m/F] [mdom/Fsub]

S.M.O.M.S. (Submissive Mothers Organized for Mutual Support)

by DiscipleN

"H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I have been under my son's control for nearly two weeks." It's hard to take a breath after introducing myself. The small circle of women listening may be my last hope to escape dire circumstances. My marriage is on the verge of collapse. My eldest daughter has fled our home, and my youngest boy will undoubtedly, soon discover his older brother's crimes against me and his father. I am filled with fear, but right now I am more afraid of these middle-aged women huddling in the light of one candle, who may be able to keep me from going insane.

This group is supposedly one of many around the world comprising an organization in only the loosest sense. Most are in America where it started some time after the civil war. No one knows who started it or where it began, but it wasn't well organized until the fifties. Before then a few lucky thousands of women were helped. Now it's guessed that hundreds of thousands of son ravished mothers have been helped. It still isn't officially an organization. There aren't leaders. Most circles hardly know one other. Unlike AA, if you're lucky enough to be invited into a group, that's the only group you'll likely ever have. Read more »