All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Requested by CeeBee42.
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"But he didn't really assault Pricilla. His own sister? He wouldn't do that." Isaac frowned and scratched his head. "Jake has always been so gentle." He looked first to his wife, Mary, who averted her gaze and fidgeted with the platinum cross around her neck. Then to his daughter, Pricilla, as she looked at him with anguish. Her husband's normally chipper demeanor had darkened, and John held his wife's shoulder's protectively. Next to them, Isaac's portly son, Mason, looked like he was in shock. Mason's wife, Humility, tapped at a datapad.
"You saw what he was like when you arrived." John paused and looked at his fragile wife. "He didn't assault her, but he meant to. I had to jab the poor boy in the ribs."
"And his penis?" Isaac hated to ask, but they needed to get to the bottom of this.
"I didn't see it clearly." John shook his head. "It happened so fast."
"I saw." Pricilla looked around at her family with fear in her wide, blue eyes. "It was horrible. It was ... big. And it was somehow flexible, even though it was ... so big. It moved ... unnaturally."
There was a gasp in the room. Isaac's face turned white. John clenched his jaw tight. Mason just stared at his sister like she'd told him Jesus was on the ship with them.
"And it rippled." Pricilla shivered, but as she did a warmth spread through her. "I don't know how else to describe it. His deformity pulsed and rippled." She couldn't get the image of the disgusting thing attached to her brother out of her head. The thought of it made her feel weak. Did she want to see it again? Was there some sort of morbid curiosity?
"That's repugnant." Mason looked over at his wife. Humility had stopped working on the datapad and she had a far-off look in her eyes.
"Hey, watch it, Mason." John glared at his brother-in-law. "That's your brother you're talking about. He's only eighteen, and he must be scared to death over what's happening to him."
"We all love Jake, but I'm not sure that's him anymore." Mason looked around the room, reading people's faces. He misread a few. "I'm terrified. We're all terrified, okay?"
Mary watched her family closely. The men did look scared. Very scared. But Pricilla had the strangest conflicted expression on her face. And Humility looked like she was daydreaming. Mary, herself, wasn't frightened of her son. She'd seen that his penis was harmless first hand. But she wasn't about to volunteer the information.
"Okay, okay." Isaac held up his hands. The patriarch quieting a silent family. "We need to redouble our efforts. And ..." He looked at his hand to see it trembling. How odd that he should feel so afraid. "I don't think anyone but Mary should see him for now. We don't want to ... agitate him, and Mary hasn't had any troubles with him. Have you Mary?" Isaac trusted the inviolability of the mother-son bond. That would keep Jacob in check.
"No. No trouble." Mary squeezed her cross and tucked it back inside her uniform. "In fact, I'll go check in on him right now."
All the others in the room nodded, admiring her motherly bravery.
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"I love your boobs, Mom. They hang so perfectly." Jacob jerked his monstrous, rippling dick while lying in bed.
"Do they hang too much?" Mary sat at the edge of the bed, her uniform around her waist, her bra on the floor, and her hands clasped in her lap. Her right index finger and thumb fidgeted with her wedding ring while she watched what should have been a horrific spectacle. Her son's poor penis moved and wriggled in the most unnatural way.
"No, you have mom-boobs. They're awesome." Jacob's mouth hung open as he watched her pale mammaries, tipped with those lovely pink nipples. Her platinum cross hung between them. Jacob wondered if it was sacrilegious to store Jesus's cross so close to those amazing tits. "Can I touch them?" He wanted to reach out and grab handfuls. He remembered how Pricilla had run from him and he didn't want a repeat performance with his mother, so he kept both hands on his dick.
"No." Mary shook her head firmly. "We need some boundaries here. I'm only doing this to help you with your ... changes." She looked up at Jacob's handsome face and could see the dreamy lust written there as his brown eyes drank in the sight of her boobs. "Besides, I'm married to your father. We left Earth for a reason. We wouldn't want to be like the heathens and polygamists that persecuted us, right?"
"Right, Mom." Jacob wasn't really listening. The sight of those perfect tits took up too much bandwidth in his mind. "Can you touch me then?"
"What did I just say, Jake?" Mary frowned, partly because of the rude question and partly because she immediately wanted to comply.
"I'm a special case." With effort, Jacob dragged his eyes up to hers. "Everyone keeps saying this is God's plan and that God is in the computer. We are all the Errand into the Wilderness. Right? So, God needs you to help me with my penis, Mom."
"Well ... um ... you make a good point." Mary lifted her hands and hesitated. "You can't tell your father or the others about this part of God's plan. Okay, sweetie?"
"I promise" A surge of adrenaline hit Jacob as he realized what she was about to do. He moved his hands off his dick, and grabbed a handful of sheet on either side of him. His eyes opened wide as his sweet, pious mother leaned forward, her breasts hanging out in front of her.
"Oh, my." Mary's hands couldn't fit around it. "Your thing feels like it's alive." The penis squirmed in her hands as she stroked it. "And it's so big."