THE FORMULA

BY BLUEDAWG

The liquid Grace had given her had worked perfectly, Janice
thought as she looked at the two sleeping 12 year olds: her son
Jeff and his best friend Mike. Both were zonked out on the couch
at just a little after eight on a Friday night— unheard of under
normal circumstances.

She reached nervously for the phone. It still wasn't too late,
but this phone call would be the final bridge she couldn't cross
back over. Once more she walked over and looked in the mirror.
The quick results still amazed her. Janice Kent had, at one time,
been quite a looker. Not a "ten" but a solid seven or eight
depending on the admirer. That was twenty years ago… the time
hadn't been kind to her. Janice knew that her last husband, Cliff
had left her due to her fading beauty. There was no doubt in her
mind.

Two kids, (Her other child was her daughter Kim, 13) two failed
marriages, too much booze and partying, and lately, too much
food; had cost her much in the looks department. The thought of
having to make it alone without a man (At least a man she felt
met her standards.) was frightening to her. Then she met Grace.
She still didn't know her last name. They had met at the gym as
Janice tried futilely to make thirty pounds fade away. Janice had
been jealous at how firm the woman's body was and how incredible
her skin looked. They began to talk as all women do, and then
Janice was stunned when Grace told her she was 52!

Jan flinched as she heard Grace pick up on the other end.

"Yes?"

"I… it's me."

"So it is."

"It's done."

"I'm 10 minutes away. Please have your garage door open and a
space free for me to pull in."

Fifty-two, with a body and skin that any eighteen-year-old would
die for. How was that possible? She could be lying, and yet the
eyes showed a lot of maturity. Grace told her. No plastic
surgery. No hard exercise. In fact she merely came her for the
steam room when in town.

It was the formula. Grace smiled as she gave Janice a small
sample. The results were swift and amazing. In just 48 hours,
Janice lost over 10 pounds. Her breasts, D-cups at this point and
sagging badly, actually began to firm up. Some of the wrinkles in
her face vanished.

That was one small dose. When Janice called, Grace seemed well
aware of what had transpired.

"This stuff is incredible! Where can I get more of it?" She
begged.

No store carries it and no amount of money will buy it, Grace had
told her.

What then? What would it take? She would sell her soul for the
formula!

A car pulled up into her garage. A big, dark sedan. Grace had
been driving a sleek Ferrari the other day. Jan waited until
there was a knock on the door leading to the carport before she
moved to open it.

"About time." The woman said with a perturbed look on her face as
she moved into the living room. She carried a large satchel with
her. Grace was a tall woman, almost six feet in stockings— and
she was wearing an all-black dress, dark stockings, and four-inch
heels.

She looked dangerous.

Grace sat down and gently looked over the sleeping boys.

"They're just darling! Perfect! Let's get them to the car."

Jan thought it would take both women to accomplish that, but
Grace carried each unconscious boy easily. "Sit in the car. The
front. I'll be back in a minute."

When Grace came back out the satchel looked much lighter. "You
drive. I'll sit here in the back with our sleeping toys… err,
boys."

"What about your daughter?" Grace asked as they pulled away.

"Gone to spend the night at a friends house."

"That's good. Well, say bye-bye to your former life Janice."

About that time, a huge fireball erupted back where Jan's home
was. She almost ran the car off the road, but managed to recover.

"What happened…?" She asked.

"It's a shame, but you got a gas leak in your home Janice and it
caused a massive explosion."

"You… blew up my home?"

"Yes, and… terrible tragedy… you and both the boys were killed…
obliterated actually, by the blast."

"My God…"

"I told you Janice. There's no going back."

Janice was deep in her own thoughts for a while, so it was
several minutes before she noticed that Grace was moving around a
lot. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw that Grace had bound
both boys not only hand and foot, but also around their elbows as
well.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure they don't get away. They'll wake up soon."

Jan watched as much as she could while driving as she saw Grace
pull out a couple of large leather straps with round rubber knobs
on the end.

"What are those for?"

"I'm going to gag them as soon as they start to wake up."

"What? Is that really necessary?"

"Yes. Always. Little boys should been seen and not heard.
Besides, it makes them more docile and easier to handle." "I'm
afraid they'll choke!"

"No. These are made for new stock… uhh, boys. See? There's a
small hole in the front for air."

"Still, a gag seems overly extreme. Let me talk to them and I'll
get them to promise not…"

"Janice be quiet or I'll gag you as well! We have our procedures
and I'm following them! Turn off here. There's a small airport
with a plane waiting for us."

What had she done, Janice thought as she drove on. What sort of
hell had she sentenced her son to?

******

The boys were still slightly groggy by the time they reached the
plane. Even so, they kicked up a fuss (Or at least as much as two
well-bound and gagged kids could.) until Grace presented a wicked
looking Taser and threatened both with a shock. After that, both
went quietly into the plane and allowed themselves to be strapped
into seats facing each other. Both seats had another on each
side, making two pair's altogether.

After take-off, Grace poured two glasses of white wine and gave
Jan one of them. She drank it down greedily, not able to look
over at her son.

"Easy there, Janice." Grace laughed. "You don't want to be drunk
when we land do you?"

"No." Janice said weakly.

"Ummmpphh! Umm!" Jeff tried to say into the thick gag in his
mouth.

"Grace, lets take these gags off." Janice said.

"No."

"Why? Who would hear them?"

"I would. Trust me Janice, all boys… hell, all children, should
be kept tightly gagged at all times."

Janice turned to Jeff and silently mouthed the words, I'm sorry.
Jeff, still not understanding what was going on, simply looked at
her with a hurt and confused expression.

Finishing her wine, Grace said, "There is something we need to do
before we land." Then she got up and pulled out a small bottle of
lotion and two clear containers.

"What's this?"

"We need to make sure these two can produce the right material,
so we're going to test them."

"Right here? Now?"

"No time like the present. Besides, it will make the trip go by
faster." What Grace didn't say was that a failure to produce
would mean that one or both boy, and probably Janice, would be
dumped in the ocean… never to be seen again. Janice sat blinking,
not comprehending what was about to happen, until Grace unzipped
Mike's pants and pulled out his penis.

"Grace! You mean you're going to… to…"

"No Janice. We're going to. We're going to play with their little
weenies until they squirt. If they squirt that is. Then I'm going
to test it. "

Mike couldn't believe what was happening. He sat there with a
truly beautiful woman, at least as old as his mother; holding
onto his rapidly hardening penis.

"See? At their age, just touching their little wee-wees makes
them stiffen. Hurry up, will you?"

"Grace… I can't… I can't do that to my own son! Let me do Mike,
at least!" Janice said in horror.

"Two things Janice Kent. One, this is a test for you as well. One
that your life might depend on. Two, we don't follow any such
archaic rules in our society. From this point on, your son ceases
to exist. He's a sperm cow now. That's all. Do you understand?"

Janice sat perfectly still. What had she done?

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Grace said forcefully.

Janice understood, but this wasn't what she had thought at all
when she agreed to do this. On the other hand, she felt… no, she
knew…that her life and the boy's lives revolved around her
response.

"Yes. I understand completely. I… I'm sorry I hesitated. It won't
happen again."

Grace smiled and looked down at Mike. She had been lightly
playing and touching his dick and now it was rock hard. Small,
slender... but hard.

"Ohhhh, look Janice. Mine is all stiff. You have some catching up
to do!"

Janice smiled into her son's eyes as she unzipped his pants. He
looked at her wide-eyed. When Grace turned to get a small towel,
Jan bent over and whispered into Jeff's ear, "Just play along and
I'll get us out of this… I promise!"

Meanwhile, Grace was tormenting Mike. Very experienced at this,
her lightly oiled hands and fingers stroked the boy to brink, and
then stopped completely. Mike groaned into his gag and bucked
against his restraints, instinctively trying to push his dick up
into Grace's warm, soft hand. He felt like one touch, any sort of
friction at all, would give him the same wonderful feeling he'd
felt about a week ago. It was purely an accident. He'd been lying
facedown on an old couch his dad kept in the basement watching
TV. The couch had thin cushions and a hard "bar" running along
the front edge under those cushions. Bored, lying half-on and
half off the edge, he'd absent-mindedly began to rub his crotch
against that hard edge. He had no idea of what he was doing,
knowing only that it felt good. As his penis got hard, he began
to thrust up and down over the edge… rubbing intently thru his
thin shorts and underwear. The thrusting felt good, but all of a
sudden a feeling shot thru him that was… indescribable. Like an
explosion in his pants. Even odder, the feeling made him
instinctively push his penis up against the bar as hard as he
could. He would have pushed right thru it if he could! Mike lay
there for a long time trying to understand what had happened. He
wanted to replicate that awesome feeling again, but his mother
came down to wash clothes and ran him off. Later, when he had to
pee, he noticed his underwear was all sticky… like someone had
put some sort of glue in there. What was that about?

Grace might have been tormenting Mike, but Jan just wanted to do
this quickly and in as clinical a manner as possible. She had
absolutely no sexual feelings toward Jeff at all. She tried to
think of it as she did when she had used a rectal thermometer on
him or bathed him. Trouble was, that had been years ago.

Now, she was about to masturbate her own son.

"Let's just get this over with." She said to him as she oiled up
her hands. It had been a hell of a long time since she'd given
anyone a hand job too, but things like that were like riding a
bike. Gingerly, she pulled her son's penis out. It was flaccid.
Perhaps he wouldn't be able to achieve an erection with his
mother. Lightly, she began to stroke it up and down, playing with
the sensitive tip. Within seconds, Jeff began to swell up in his
mother's hand. He didn't find his mom sexy at all, but whatever
she was doing felt wonderful! Jan felt the hardness and despite
herself, looked down. The 12 year old was (She guessed) about
average sized for that age. She'd read sex stories on the
Internet with pre-teen boys who always had 8, 10, even 12 inch
dicks. That was a joke as far as she was concerned. Not to say
such a boy didn't exist but only once had she even come across a
full grown man quite that big, much less a boy.

Grace was getting bored, so she decided this game should end.
Reaching up with her free hand, she released two more buttons and
that allowed most of her impressive cleavage to show. The boy's
eyes quickly locked on his tormenter's low cut bra and large
breasts. She leaned in as she continued to stroke so he could get
the full scent of her expensive perfume. Deciding to put him over
the edge, Grace moved in tight and began to lick and nibble at
his neck with her full, sensuous lips.

That did it. Mike groaned into his gag as that incredible feeling
shot thru his groin once again. This time it was, if anything,
even more intense. Janice, feeling the youngster surge up,
focused all her stroking actions on the super-sensitive head of
the boy's penis sending jolt after jolt thru his exploding cock.

"That's it sweetie, let Aunt Grace have all your cream… here we
go now…" She cooed into his ear as sperm shot out like a rifle
shot.

Gagged as he was, Mike could hardly catch his breath as he
instinctively thrust his penis into Grace's warm, slick hand,
sending every bit of cum he had to offer. Intent on getting all
of it and then some, the evil bitch kept stroking his head even
when all seemed done. What had felt intensely good only a few
seconds ago was now intensely uncomfortable. Tightly bound, the
boy could only squirm a bit as he tried to get her to stop
assaulting his penis.

Jan saw this, and asked. "What are you doing?"

"The most sensitive part of a male is the penis head. Well,
during and immediately after they cum, that sensitivity goes thru
the roof. I like to rub on their weenies a while afterwards just
to let them know that while I can give them pleasure, I can also
give them pain."

"Right Mikey-baby?" Grace said as she looked her captive directly
in the eye. Mike nodded with a frightened, pained look in his
eyes.

"Good baby boy. Auntie Grace will stop rubbing your weenie now.
In fact, why don't you go back to sleep?" Taking her free hand,
the one not covered in cum, Grace pulled a large, white pad out
of her handbag and pressed it over Mike's nose. With his mouth
completely stopped up by the rubber plug gag, he had no choice
but to breathe in the noxious fumes. He struggled of course, but
Grace held the pad over his face easily.

"OmiGod! What are you doing now?" Jan asked with alarm.

"Calm down. This is just a harmless sedative. It works like ether
or chloroform but without the nasty side-effects. By the way, are
you done yet?"

"Ummphhgh!!"

Jan, embarrassed and repulsed with the idea of masturbating her
own son, and morbidly fascinated with what was happening with
Mike and Grace, had, for the past several minutes, been almost
absent-mindedly stroking Jeff's penis while otherwise paying him
no attention at all—not even looking at him.

Jeff, himself horrified by his mother's attention to his penis,
was shocked to find himself thoroughly enjoying the feeling of
his mom's soft, warm hand lightly caressing him down there.
However, he was at the point now where his dick wanted a firmer,
faster rub.

"Oh! I'm sorry sweetheart! Am I hurting you?" She asked as she
pulled her wonderfully oily hand away suddenly.

"Ummphgh!!" Frustrated by the gag, Jeff groaned and shook his
head.

"I don't understand! Grace, please let me take his gag off! I
think I'm hurting him somehow!"

Amused by it all, Grace responded. "Jesus Christ Jan! You really
are a stupid cow sometimes! First of all, the gag stays on. Ask
me again and I'll tighten it! Second, you silly fool, you're not
hurting him! He wants you to stroke him harder and faster!"

"He… he does?"

"Well, his little cock does anyway."

Jan looked at Jeff, who offered a slight nod as an embarrassing
way of saying Grace was right. Truthfully, he didn't know what he
wanted, but harder and faster sounded good to him.

Jan went back to work, this time focused on task at hand (So to
speak.) with Grace offering technical support.

"I've found a few long slow strokes, followed by a few hard and
fast ones on the head works best. Also, kissing and nibbling on
his neck and talking dirty helps a lot."

Janice cringed at the thought. The hand-job was disgusting
enough.

"Whatever." Grace said as she saw that Jan wasn't going to use
her advice. "Bottom line, if you don't get a cum out of this boy
in the next two minutes, we'll do it my way— and my way means
shoving a finger or two up his little asshole and tickling his
prostate gland. He'll cum then. I guarantee it."

Both Jeff and his mother got nervous at that one. Jan put a
renewed vigor into her actions, which had a definite effect on
her bound and gagged son.

"C'mon Jeff, give mommy your cum! Squirt for me like a big boy!
That's it, just let it happen…"

"Ummmmmm…!"

Suddenly, her son's penis seemed to swell and expand. Jeff thrust
as hard as his bound frame would allow and semen shot up like a
geyser. Several streams came thru and Jan was shocked at all the
material her young son had produced.

Meanwhile, Grace had tested Mike's sperm by placing a small
amount in a vial and adding an unknown clear liquid to it. She
shook it up vigorously and the contents turned blue. She seemed
very pleased with the result and began to lick up all the excess
spunk that didn't hit the floor.

Now Janice really was disgusted. Seeing her look, Grace asked,
"What are you looking at?"

"That's… vile! I thought you took the… sperm… and mixed it in
with other chemicals."

"That's right… at first. After your body gets acclimated to the
process, fresh pure sperm is just as good. In fact, it's like a…
booster shot. Here. Test your son's."

Grace did, and it turned blue as Mike's had.

"Good stuff. I knew it would be, but we always have to check. You
can have the rest for yourself." Grace said.

Eat her own son's spunk?

"No thank you."

Grace's face grew hard. "I said… eat."

Jan hesitated, and then took a small dollop of cum and placed it
in her mouth. She had never been a swallower, and it had been
awhile, but the taste was familiar. She grimaced as she gulped it
down.

Grace laughed and handed Jan the same pad used on Mike. "You'll
learn to love the stuff, trust me. Put him to sleep and I'll
clean up the rest. No sense letting good food go to waste. If he
struggles too hard, grab his balls and squeeze a bit. He'll do
anything and everything you tell him to after that."

Jan had no desire to hurt her baby boy and a simple look told him
to be still and breathe. Jeff still struggled a bit but was soon
out.

Janice sat back and tried to take in all that had happened. She
began to sob. "Now what's the matter?" Grace asked.

"I've made a terrible mistake. I let myself get caught up in your
crazy world and now I've destroyed my life, not to mention my
son's. My house is gone, and Kim… my baby girl! She's just 13!
How will she make it?"

"Oh, that. Didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Grace got up and walked to the back of the cabin. There was a
large trunk that Janice had seen when they first entered. She had
assumed it contained clothes and such, but when Grace opened it
Jan was stunned by what the powerful woman pulled out.

Near naked except for a tiny set of white panties, strictly bound
from head to foot with leather binding straps and tightly gagged
with a huge swath of white tape covering her bulging mouth was
Jan's daughter, Kim.