Warning: In addition to Natural Body Magic fictional weirdness, this contains the same themes from the last chapter  - as continued from here:

Joe watched intently as her body carried her head to the kitchen, head facing him in her grasp alongside her hip. He pretended to bite the air as she walked out, and her head stifled a laugh. But this left him in a predicament. Here was his body getting ready to suffer from blue balls without release and one head within reach on his lap. His head wanted it too, and as if telepathically his body pulled down its shorts to his ankles to free the pulsing member.

He somehow hadn’t sucked on his dick before - well he tried once but he had too much to drink and even headless bodies can get whiskey dick and be unable to get and stay hard. His body put hands over each ear and slowly mounted his mouth over the head of his penis. Joe clamped his lips down, feeling the underside with his tongue. The smell of sex and the taste of precum hit his senses, and he slowly started to move his head up and down his own pole, not too deep yet but exploring. It was almost overwhelming being on both sides of it, but Joe persisted and wanted to extend the feeling.

“Hey Joe I finished the - OH!” his mom, finding her son’s head between his legs. His head tumbled off the couch as his body stood up, covering itself. His mom laughed, “Come on now, I’m not enough?” She had her head back on her neck, long brown hair with rare strands of gray up in a messy bun. She smooshed her breasts with her upper arms to really make her cleavage pop over the apron. His body on the edge almost lost it there but restrained himself. Maybe she had something in store later. She beckoned Joe to follow her back into the kitchen, his headless body did as told and carried his head around his waist. He had stepped out of his shorts on the way so he was naked save for his shirt - but she didn’t mind.

“I made these baked bars I found online from the Headless_Midwest_Milf, which, now that I say it, maybe she wasn’t photoshopping off her head to stay anonymous after all.  Anyway, she has this natural bake recipe that’s supposed to make your… jizz... taste better. I thought about it last night after I went down on you. You must eat too much red meat and your poor wife might have to deal with it too. Not that I complained but why not try it if it’ll make it taste sweeter. Here,” and with that shoved a gooey bar into his mouth.

Joe liked it, and asked for seconds. “Glad you like them! She has another recipe I’m going to try that is supposed to lower men’s recovery periods after they, um, cum, that is cooling in the fridge. Apparently you like to eat cake- ” she turned around and shimmied her butt left and right quickly - ”so if this works I’ll make them into cupcakes for you,” his mom giggled at her own perverted joke. Man, Joe thought, she really was the best. And he would need to find this online account for future reference.

“That being said, the next step now is to empty you out so the old stuff is gone and the nutrients can be absorbed for your next batch. Let’s see, how about we let this decide. Heads or tails?” his mom said after finding a quarter on the nearby table. She flipped and caught it, and looked at it for a second before setting it on the table. “Tails it is!”

She popped her head off her body and placed it on the counter.  She was enjoying this so much, he hadn’t seen her this happy and carefree in years.  Jessica’a head commanded her body to assume the position and she put her chest on the counter, bending over for him. He could see her pussy lips peeking out from under that incredible pair of cheeks. She was glistening with anticipation and arousal. Joe instinctively set his head next to hers, so they could watch their very own, detached porn of their making. They could’ve imagined these frisky bodies as two random people going at it - but the taboo of it all both seemed to excite them even more, and they both looked at the eager bodies ready to complete their minds’ hidden intentions. She was so wet from the thought of the headless hunk overpowering her own decapitated body, making it easy for his body to enter her sex from behind and drill away, the rippling of her ass and breasts sending him to another plane and her pleasure into another octave.

He could see his mom was elated too, softly moaning at first before growing louder. He watched her face light up, a smile curling at the end of her lips each time before her mouth formed into another shape to moan and cry out lustfully. She finally noticed him looking at her and decided to get louder to see how he’d react. Joe took a moment from his low grunts of effort to swirl his tongue out in a teasing way - as if to remind her what his mouth could do.

His body took a moment from gripping her supple hips to pull the apron strings apart so it could fall off her body for the next act. Pulling out, he helped turn the body over so he could see that marvelous rack and cute milf tummy leading down to her well-groomed snatch. She must’ve shaved the little tuft that he felt during their first encounter last night. Plus, they could achieve better penetration this way versus hitting it from behind. They both gawked at her bouncing boobs and shaking legs with bright pink toenails stretching up and over his neck stump.

“Pancakes aren’t done until they are flipped over, mom.” Joe teased her. In doing so, he noticed the coin had landed on heads. She saw him draw his conclusion.

She replied, “Well, I didn’t get to watch last night, my head was in the other room.”

Joe smiled. “If it’s what you want I’m happy to oblige.” He felt the urge to blow his load. “Now, do you want to be glazed or cream filled?”

“Stuffed, oh, please, ohHHHHH!”

With the next few thrusts, he did as requested. Gushing to the point he was getting shivers down his spine and she was feeling the compounded intensity of orgasms in the wake of her earlier ones, the headless bodies humped away before the fleeting, mutual climax passed. Both heads were panting as if they had been running - for his mom, it was a marathon session for her this morning after all.

“You know Joe, I’m not sure I’ll finish the book because I don’t want this story to end,” his mom finally said.

“Me neither, and who said it has too. I wonder if there’s some ideas you can come up with after reading it or if there’s more books like this. And also I might have to borrow your copy too.”

“Maybe after I lend it to your sister. I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to hide any secrets from her anymore and plus she might be game,” his mom suggested, raising an eyebrow.

Joe didn’t have to think long about it. His older sister would definitely bring something to the table in this new dynamic - Joe began picturing her detached head, kissing his chest and working down to his stomach and… “Yeah, and then by the time the next holiday rolls around, you all can come over to my place and we can show her the guillotine and we see what happens. Oh, and I heard Ben’s mom had her head chopped off too, so if you are both in town…”

“Oh I haven’t seen her in years since she moved away!” his mom lit up. “Sounds like a plan.”

“But first, before I forget, I might need some help taste testing you if that’s ok - I need a control if we want to see if these will make it taste better.” Joe agreed, and his body stepped back from the sloppy scene with his hands on his hips, awaiting next steps.  “Joe’s body, can you grab your head?” His body did as it was told, and her body remained with her back on top of the counter, her legs now dangling over the edge. He was eye level with her spunk filled snatch. “Let me know what it tastes like as a base starting point to you. I’m going to jot it down in that notepad along with my thoughts.”

She opened her legs wider. Joe figured, what the hell, it’s just my own cum in and on my mom, and maneuvered his head between her thighs, sticking out his tongue just to get enough to judge its flavor. He didn’t expect how soft and plush her pussy was to his tongue, he would note this for later, and gave a little whirl along her slit. Jessica gave a giggle, appreciating the little gesture. Joe stepped back to write down the watery yet salty taste in the notepad when he saw her hold her head to her crotch and spent a good 30 seconds with tongue fully extended, sopping up every fluid she could. For someone who had reservations with the taste, she didn’t seem to mind, Joe thought.

She sighed, smacking her lips. Pulling her head to her neck, she sat up from the counter and reviewed his notes. “I would agree with you, about the same as yesterday. So, we have today and most of tomorrow before your wife comes home - are you alright being my little sexperiment? I think we can hone in the right recipe and who knows, it might work for me too!” she excitedly proclaimed.

“Sure thing! If those other cupcakes work, we’ll be able to have a lot of test runs.” Joe smirked. ”Mind if I help bake?” Joe put his head back on his neck, the first time all weekend since Ben chopped it off. “Two requests though - no need for the apron anymore. And the extra baking sheets are on the lowest shelf to your right - no bending your knees to get them, only at the waist.” Jessica returned his smirk with a playful wink.