It had been two weeks since Matt ravaged his mother's alluring body and repeatedly ejaculated the seed in her womb.
"This is odd, she should be hurling by the toilet, but there's no indication of conceptions?" Matt curiously wondered and made his way toward Margaret's room.
Matt gazes at his mother consuming a pill and asks, "Mom, what type of drug is that?"
Margaret brightly smiles as she replies, "Oh sweetie, I should have told you this sooner." She took a deep breath and announce, "Okay, here goes nothing. I started dating again about two weeks ago. The pills I'm using will prevent me from getting pregnant."
Margaret gives a gentle hug and says, "I'm so happy, sweetie. I haven't found anyone worth dating until now. If things go smoothly you might have a new father."
"Fuck, no wonder there aren't any signs of pregnancy. She's been taking birth control pills for the past two weeks." Matt cursed himself for not switching her birth control with fertility pills.
Matt despised having his mother go on dates. After all, he wanted her as his personal sex toy and came up with a devious scheme.
"Mom, you're taking the wrong pills. Birth control pills don't prevent pregnancy. It actually enhances conceptions." Matt casually informed to prevent unwanted suspicion.
"W-what?" Margaret mutter with confusion and Matt resume, "Everyone knows fertility pills reduce pregnancy. Damn...even I know this from health class."
Margaret's AGS tampered with her perceptions and says in a concerned tone, "Oh my god, dear. You're absolutely right, I've been taking the wrong pills." She warmly kisses him on the cheek for the information, "Thanks for telling me, sweetie. There are going to be a lot of complications if I end up pregnant. Luckily, you told me this sooner."
Margaret digs into the dressing cabinet to locate the medication. Soon, she tilts the bottle and consumes the pill in her palm. Once completed, place the bottle on the dressing cabinet.
Curious about the substance Matt read the label on the bottle.
Please be advised to consume only two pills every six hours, three times a day. High-risk of multiple pregnancies will occur if consume more than the recommended dosage.
Margaret studied Matt's expression and asks, "Wh-what wrong dear?"
"Mom, I read the label and it's incorrect. You're supposed to consume five pills every hour, eight times a day." Matt informs his mother and resumes using the AGS, "But...consuming recklessly gives better results. Right, mom?'
"You're absolutely right, Matt. It makes perfect sense. The more pills I consume, the better the result." Margaret said as she consume a handful of pills, "There sweetie, that'll keep mommy safe from getting pregnant."
"I can't believe she actually did it. With the AGS, I can make her do anything unethical, and believe it's normal. This is going to be fun." Matt laughs subtly at the possibility.
Unfortunately, Matt's instruction wasn't defined properly, and Margaret's AGS made her act on impulses.
"Holy shit, how many did you take?" Matt asked as his eyes lingers on his mother consuming pill after pill.
"I don't know, sweetie. I just have the urge to consume several handfuls for some unknown reason. Is the amount correct?"
Matt wonders what's the limitations of the AGS and decide to do an experiment. Afterward, reset his mother's perception before things escalate.
"Several handfuls is decent, but if you want to stay completely safe. I advise consuming an entire bottle every hour for the next two weeks." Matt said whiles sadistically grinning at her.
"N-no...I can't. It's dangerous." Margaret struggles to break free from the AGS influences.
"If you asked a person to do something harmful their mind regain morality?" Matt speculates and tries a different approach, "Mom, you did every drug imaginable at sixteen and became addicted to the substance. So, consuming fertility pills is a lot safer than using other drugs."
Margaret's AGS rewire her reasoning and the worries she had before faded. Suddenly, her mind simulates euphoria.
"You're right, dear. It is a lot safer but my craving is persistent." Margaret said as she consume the entire pill from the bottle, "This isn't enough. I need something stronger."
Getting his mother to consume more than the recommended dosage made Matt's cock throb and knowing she might have octuplets aroused him even further. However, he needs to be careful the conceptions don't escalate too far, but his mother's new behavior intrigued him and decided to keep her this way for a while for his own amusement.
"I have a general question, mom. If we swap fertility pills with birth control, and you take the same amount of dosage. How many babies will you have?"
Margaret pauses for a moment to estimate and then replies, "I'm not an obstetrician, but consuming that many birth control pills will likely make me conceive several dozen babies."
"Oh come on, mom. Give me an actual estimate." Matt complained to his mother and she informs him, "Dear, it's difficult to predict the conceptions. That's why I said several, it means between three to five dozen."
"Whoa, that's freaking awesome." Matt gleefully smiles and then asks, "So, is it possible to have more than five dozen?"
"Releasing ova is simple. However, it's unlikely the pregnancies will reach maturity." Margaret simply replied, but felt strangely odd about his behavior and asks, "Are you hiding something from me, young man?"
"Stop being paranoid, mom." Matt said and use the AGS to prevent suspicion, "I asked because I was worried about your health. I mean...if I didn't stop you from taking birth control, you might end up with several dozen babies."
"I appreciate your concern, but don't bring up this subject again. It makes me very uncomfortable for some reason." Margaret said and sighed at the empty bottle on the cabinet, "Seems like I need to order several cases online to stay safe. Not to mention, I need to prepare myself for a date."
Matt enjoy having his mother on fertility pills but didn't clearly think about the consequences. If his mother decides to be intimate with her partner, there's a high possibility she's going to end up with his child. Now he has two obstacles to dealwith -one, prevent her from dating, and two, keep her home for his own enjoyment.
"Mom, you can't go out on a date." Matt said and Margaret curiously ask, "Huh, why not?"
"Remember the sex education you personally give me two weeks ago?" Matt reminded his mother.
"Yeah, but what that got to do with my date?"
Matt deviously grins as he says, "Well, there's some side effect with the treatment. If you kiss, touch, or even talk to anyone. You automatically end up pregnant." He smirks at her fears and resumes using the AGS, "Also, it's contagious. You don't want others catching it...right?"
Margaret frantically panics and asks, "My god, this disease is really dangerous. Just kissing someone will make me pregnant. What should I do Matt?"
It's impractical for his mother to be pregnant without intercourse. But Matt takes every opportunity to misuse her illness and needs to ensure she's pregnant with his child before anyone else gets the chance.
"Don't worry mom, there's a cure. You need to swallow my cum three times a day for the next four months. Not just any cum, it has to be from family members." Matt said while restraining himself from laughing, "After that, you won't be contagious anymore."
Margaret kneels in front of her son and asks, "All I need to do is swallow your cum?"
Matt unfastened his jean and says, "That right, mom."
Margaret's delicate hands pump his manhood in a steady motion and say, "I don't enjoy doing this sweetie, but if it helps cure my symptoms. I guess there's no other choice."
Margaret widely open her mouth to engulf his bulging member, but Matt wants the full sensation.
"Your performance sucks!!!" Matt hauls as he glides his fingers through her hair. Soon, he firmly held her head, and swiftly plunge his cock into the depth of her throat.
Margaret's eyes widen at the sudden insertion and wanted to scream at him, but only a few gurgling sounds escape her lips, "ECCHHH ACCHHH"
"Suck on it, bitch!!" Matt shouted as he partially withdraw and aggressively return the entire length down her throat.
Margaret's mascara mixed with tears flowing down her cheeks. Saliva drips as she tries to maintain her son's abuses.
Matt smile at his mother gasping for air and says, "Your throat feels so....ughhhh...fucking good!" He postponed the aggression to give his mother a brief moment to breathe and then resumes the assault, "It's not over yet, bitch!!!"
Margaret has difficulties breathing and if things continue, she'll probably pass out from lack of oxygen. With no other options, she loosens her throat to hasten the activity.
"Stop cheating, you fucking, bitch!!!" Matt yelled at his mother, "I'm not letting you off that easily."
Fifteen minutes later, Matt releases his seed directly in his mother's throat and held her head firmly in place to ensure none escape her lips. As Matt withdraws his member, Margaret's body uncontrollably convulses. Not fully satisfied, Matt coat her face with the remaining load.
Matt gaze at his mother lying on the floor and plunder, "Hmmm..what should I do next?" He hysterically laughs, "One thing for sure, mother. I'll knock you up and make you my slutty girlfriend or wife."
Before deciding, there's a piece of important information his mother refuses to answer.
"In order for me to assist you better, mom. I need you to answer my questions truthfully."
Margaret gathers her bearing and says, "If it helps cure my illness. I'll answer any questions you have."
"I know it's difficult determining how many babies you'll have from overusing birth control. But I need you to give me an estimate. It doesn't need to be one hundred percent. Just something possible under the right conditions."
Margaret is too tired from his assault and even struggles with the AGS.
"Can you elaborate more clearly?" Margaret softly asked and Matt says, "Don't use several to describe the results. Give me a high estimate that's likely probable."
"If the dosage is consumed daily. There will be eighty ova available to fertilize." Margaret honestly replied without restraint.
Matt didn't expect it to be this much and curiously asks, "Hmmm...what percentage is that?"
"Probably, seventy percent. Even higher if I consume it during ovulation."
The conversation intrigued Matt and he continues to ask, "Let's assume you empty out fifty bottles during ovulation. What's the final result?"
"There's a ninety percent chance three hundred ova will be available to finalize." Margaret informed him and Matt's eyes widen with disbelief, "Holy shit, that's a lot. No wonder you're reluctant to answer."
"Hmmmm....I don't think it's a good idea to make her consume that many fertility pills." Matt argued with himself but needs to continue testing the AGS limitations.
Matt carried his mother to the bed and says, "Mom, resumes taking fertility pills. However, if you feel something is bothering you with the treatment. You can stop consuming it."
"At the moment, I don't think there's anything wrong with the treatment." Margaret said and quickly announce, "By the way, dear. I'm in the middle of my ovulation. Should we increase the dosage?"
"That's really up to you, mom." Matt replied to his mother's new personality, "When you're a teen. How many drugs did you use?"
Margaret's AGS fabricated some memories and she replies, "Enough to be in the hospital numerous times. But I have supportive family and friends who help me through the addiction."
"There's a problem with the treatment, mom. It makes you thousand of times more addicted to drugs." Matt said to ensure his mother behaves irrationally, and then suggest, "But you could use fertility pills as a substitute."
The AGS rewires Margaret's body to feel withdraws and she says, "As a teen, I don't have much self-control. But luckily, you came up with a solution." She nervously glances at him and asks, "Are there any more side effects to my treatment?"
"There might be some." Matt replied and Margaret squirms on the bed as she says, "Give me an honest opinion, and I'll tell you something that shouldn't even be possible."
Matt grin at his mother's fabricated addiction and says, "I don't know if my advice will help, but feel free to ask."
"I know the only way to cure my infertility is to consume fertility pills. However, what I'm going to ask will probably mess me up. Should I take a thousand times the dosage?"
Matt didn't expect this from his mother but decided to take the opportunity to misuse the AGS.
"If you want my opinion, mom." Matt deviously grins as he suggests, "Do whatever is necessary to stop your addiction. Sadly, there's one major side effect I didn't what to reveal. Your addiction never ends."
"I guess there's no solution to my addiction." Margaret sighs and then kept her end of the deal, "Since you gave me your advice. I'll tell you what will happen if I consume as much birth control as I did fertility. All my ova will be released for fertilization, and half of it will create octuplets."
"Octuplets is nice, but can it be more?" Matt asked while mischievously smirking at the possibility and Margaret asks, "Do you want me to lie to keep you motivated, or tell you the truth?"
Matt amusingly chuckles at her questions and says, "I don't want you to lie, or be completely honest."
Margaret softly laughs at his response and says, "Dear, the ovum could create any amount of embryos."
"Can it be a thousand?" Matt joked at the prospect and Margaret says, "I wouldn't be surprised if each ovum has that many. Matters of fact, it could be a billion for all we know."
"Are you sure the conceptions will be severe?" Matt asked and his mother replies with a reassuring tone, "Yes, there are no limitations to the conceptions.."
"Wish each ovum create a billion embryos, but that's unlikely." Matt said with discontent and Margaret says, "Put it this way, dear. If you cum inside, I'll instantly throw up. I'm one hundred percent certain each ovum creates a billion, and if I'm in the restroom for more than five hours." She smiles at his enthusiastic expression and purrs, "What do you think will happen?"
"If the ovum keeps creating embryos. You might end up with a trillion embryos?" Matt speculates and Margaret deviously smirks as she informs, "That's correct, dear."
"Wouldn't that mess up your stomach?" Matt asked and his mother replies, "Not right away, but it will when the embryos start developing."
Margaret teasingly traces her fingers across his chest while asking, "Tell me honestly, dear. Do you really want me to have that many embryos?"
"Actually, I just wanted to see you have a large pregnancy." Matt admitted and show her a photo, "This lady's stomach is freaking enormous. And if you have that many embryos, I'm sure your pregnancies can be any size."
"Dear, my stomach can only stretch so far. But you're right on one thing though. My pregnancies can easily be larger than the one in the photo." Margaret said and grin at his excitement while asking, "So....how large do you want my pregnancies?"
"To be honest, I want your pregnancies to reach maturity. That's the size I wanted." Matt replied with excitement, and Margaret laughs at his unethical request while saying, "That's impossible. However, I can develop the pregnancies as far as possible."
"Really, mom. You'll let the pregnancies stretch out your stomach?" Matt asked with fascination and Margaret says, "Well, it's the only way to have a large pregnancy."
Margaret genuinely gaze into his eyes while asking, "Do you want mommy to force the pregnancies to develop, and potentially screwed-up my stomach?"
Matt knows it's impossible for his mother to have that kind of pregnancy, but discussing multiple conceptions is an indulging subject.
"The pharmacy is closed at this hour. But, can you prepare yourself early in the morning?" Matt mischievously asked, but need to make one final request before resetting her personality, "But make sure the ovum creates countless embryos."
"That's not difficult to do, dear. Especially, when I'm a drug addict." Margaret chuckles at the request and then reassures him, "My stomach will be crowded with your spawns within a few hours. Afterward, it's your decision. Take a chance resuming development, or rush me to the nearest clinic for an abortion."
"I prefer to resume development." Matt deviously chuckles and Margaret grin as she says, "I must warn you, resuming development for more than three hours isn't a good idea unless you don't care about my safety."
"So...you're telling me the pregnancies will be over within three hours?" Matt asked and Margaret replies honestly, "To be accurate, dear. The last stretch is somewhere between two to three hours."
Matt wickedly sneers at his mother and asks, "Is it possible for the pregnancies to continue past three hours?"
Heather chuckles at this question while replying, "Unlikely, considering there are too many embryos developing at once."
"Damn, no one will be crazy enough to accept this type of pregnancy, but the AGS can make her do absolutely anything." Matt subconsciously speculates, but needs to make one final request to finish testing the AGS, "Mom, what I'm about to ask is extremely dangerous. Umm...can you overwhelmed the pregnancies propose?"
Heather felt nervous but the AGS made her comply with the request.
"I suppose we can, dear. But I need two months to prepare. Afterward, you can fertilize the ova and it'll be over within a few hours."
Matt felt a little guilty for using his mother as a guinea pig to test the AGS, and decides it is time to remove the vicious tendency.
"I have good news, mom. There's a positive side effect. When you're discussing multiple pregnancies with family members. You're no longer addicted to drugs, or desire to have multiple conceptions."
Margaret embraces her son and says, "Oh my god. I don't have any more cravings."
"Yeah mom, but you still need to finish the treatment." Matt reminded his mother and wickedly sneered, "But if you don't suck on my cock properly, or even miss one day those cravings will come back."
"Oh my god, the addiction will come back?" Margaret fearfully asked and Matt says, "Yep, it's another side effect."
Margaret quickly devours her son's member. But this time, she willingly gages to reduce the probability of addiction from occurring. Well, that's what Matt wanted her to believe, but now he doesn't need to ask for consent. Of course, he didn't completely remove the possibility. If Margaret forgets to perform fellatio the AGS will manipulate her to consume fertility pills like a drug addict.
"Damn...mom, that's the best blowjob ever." Matt amusingly chuckles at her performance and announces, "Sadly, I can't stay home to take care of your illness. I have a camping trip with some friends tomorrow."
Margaret pressed the weights of her body on top of his and says, "Oh no your not!!! You're staying home, young man."
Matt grin at her desperation and says, "You can't force me, mom. Otherwise, your addiction will resurface."
Margaret tearfully snobs as she pleads, "Please babyyy. I'll do whatever you want if you stay home."
"Anything, huh?" Matt sadistically grins and considers what to do next with his mother.