Feature Writer: Caesar
Feature Title: DEVIL’S CHOICE
Published: Copyright© 2004 by Caesar
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, MF, Teenagers, Mind Control, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Son, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, Anal Sex, Voyeurism
Synopsis: A teenage boy is given one wish by the Devil, in trade for his soul, the boy has no idea the cost of his sinful choice.
Author’s Notes: A lecherous barkeep named Dale; After fucking his favorite female; Mixed Drambuie and scotch; With the cream in her crotch; For a lustier, Rusty-er Nail.
Devil’s Choice
“Joey?”
The sixteen year-old teenager pulled the edge of the sleeping bag up over his head at the noice.
The small voice outside his bag became firmer, “Joey!” Something small and sharp scratched insistently along the side of the tent.
The young man squinted between half-awake eyes toward the voice and the scratching. What he saw caused him to immediately open his eyes wide and sit up, throwing the sleeping bag off him while brushing his head against the low tent.
There just inside the zippered doorway of the three person tent, though only he and his friend Zack occupied it, sat a small brown and red squirrel. It was a short fat little thing, that sat on its hind legs and simply watched him.
Joey considered waking up Zack, thinking he would need the extra help in getting the rodent out of the tent. The teenager had not yet associated the words that had woken him with the animal before, his mind still not connecting the dots.
The squirrel’s little mouth moved, “Don’t wake your friend Joey – I wanted to talk to you alone.”
Joey’s mouth hung open in amazement. Though the voice of the animal was tiny, in respect to its small frame, it was also a strong confident voice.
“Don’t be afraid Joey, I just want to talk for a couple of minutes.”
After a few lengthy seconds, Joey quickly shook his head with his eyes tightly clenched but when he reopened them, the squirrel was still sitting right there at the entrance to his tent. “Am I dreaming?” The teenager had to finally ask.
The squirrel seemed to chuckle, its round belly quivering happily, “If that will make you feel better – sure.”
Joey decided that it would make him feel much better if he did not believe he was awake – as this simply had to be a dream. Too many marshmallows last night with Zack, he hoped!
“Listen Joey – I don’t have all night. I am here to offer you a single wish!”
Echoing dumbly, “A wish?”
“Sure – just like the fucking genie!” Again the squirrel seemed to chuckle, this time its small paws held that round belly as it jiggled about.
“Your a genie?” Made sense to the teenager, it was a dream after all, why wouldn’t it make sense?
“Fuck no Joey. I am what you call – the devil.”
There was a long pause before Joey asked, “Your joking?”
“Nope. Your heard of Eve talking to the snake right? This is basically the same thing.”
“Right.” The lack of conviction in the boys voice obvious.
Again a tiny little chuckle, “Listen Joey, I can care less if you believe me. But I have been doing this a long time and have helped a lot of people in this world.”
“If you’re the devil – then your wish comes at a price?” Joey went to church and Sunday school after all – he knew the temptations that his paster had warned of each and every Sunday.
“What price Joey?” The squirrel looked blankly at the teenager, almost as if it was playing dumb.
“You know, in exchange for a wish, I would have to sell my soul to the devil – you. I would burn in hell after I am dead.” It was the stuff that frightened Joey as a child.
The squirrel started to chuckle yet again, more heartily than earlier. Finally he seemed to come under control of himself enough to respond, “No Joey, thats not how it works.”
The young man frowned, “But that is how everyone says it works?”
The squirrel seemed to shrug, “They probably never had a visit from me. It’s not how I work Joey.”
“Its not?”
“No.”
“Then I could ask for anything and I won’t go to hell?”
Another, smaller chuckle this time, “Not because you asked for something from me here tonight, no Joey.”
“Like I could get better marks in school – or a new computer or something.”
The humour within the squirrel seemed to die quickly and it said in a disappointed voice, “If you want too, yes of course. But school is only for a couple more years and a new computer will be out of date by … well, before your next birthday, right?”
Joey had to agree and nodded in agreement.
“No, ask to be President of your country or a movie star or fabulously rich or the ability to have any woman or… ?”
“Any woman?”
The squirrel stopped his rambling and looked the teenager directly in the eye, “Sure, with a simple wish, any woman you want would desire you – do anything you want.”
Joey liked the sound of that – he was a sixteen year old virgin, as embarrassing to him as that was – and thought almost constantly about girls and of course, sex. No female in his life was spared his lust-filled gaze or to make an appearance in his orgy of fantasies.
“So whats the catch – after I ‘have’ them, they turn around and hate me or something?”
“No ‘catch’ Joey. Lets say you can have any woman in the world, who will do anything you want, and you will satisfy each of them so completely that they will only want more.”
This was the stuff of fantasy, thought the teenager. As Joey knew that to ‘have’ any woman meant to have sex. It was so foreign but appealing idea to the boy that nothing else could matter against the strength of that need. Sex with a willing and anxious female partner … it made him swoon and feel light headed.
The squirrel had to add, “No catch Joey. Your soul would be yours after your wish.”
“Why? Why here – why me?” The teenager could not help but look to the other side if the tent floor where his best friend sleep contently within his sleeping bag. “Does everybody get a wish?”
A small chuckle, “No Joey. I’m only one squirrel after all!” Again the devil grabbed at its belly and laughed heartily. “No, only a few random people get a visit from me. Why you? Because I was looking around for another person for my generosity and you were available.” A short pause and the squirrel waved a single paw at his friend, “It could easily have been your friend here – what do you think he would ask for?”
Joey knew exactly what Zack would ask for if the situation was reversed. Girls and girls and more girls – the ability to sleep, and yes, fuck, any girl he wanted. His best friend for nearly ten years could not stop talking about sex – and having marginally more experience in the field, used that to be the voice of ‘wisdom’ between the two buddies.
If Zack could ask for such a thing – why couldn’t he, Joey thought. Besides, he remembered, as this is just a crazy dream it really doesn’t mean anything.
The squirrel seemed to get impatient, “I don’t have all night Joey – what will it be?”
The silence was thick.
“My soul is in no danger?”
A short pause, “Not from asking me your wish – no I assure you your soul will not be affected. Think of me as a short hairy Santa Claus!” The squirrel started to chuckle violently, obviously enjoying his own joke.
“I would like that.”
“‘That’ what Joey, you have to say it?”
The teenager thought about it for a brief minute – trying to see the harm in asking for what he wanted most of all, if the danger of his soul was not at risk then all the warnings of his pastor did not seem relevant here.
The squirrel sat on its round flank impatiently tapping one clawed foot.
Finally the teenager could find no fault in asking, it was only a dream after all, “I want to be able to control any woman – to willingly do anything I tell them.”
The squirrel seemed to be thinking for a brief few moments, “Are you sure you don’t want to be a rock star or something? How do you think most of those idiots became famous?”
Joey was firm, what he had asked for was what he wanted most of all in the world. “No, I want to be able to have sex with any woman I want.” He suddenly felt his face turn bright red, as juvenile embarrassment at the use of ‘sex’, the real objective of his wish.
The squirrel seemed almost disappointed for a few seconds before the creature smiled very widely in obvious pleasure. Then it simply said triumphantly, “Done.”
“Thats it?” Joey expected some glowing light or hand waving … something.
“Well no – I also changed you a little.”
Fear started to creep into his heart, realizing that there may have been a catch to this ‘wish’ after all. “Changed what?”
“Oh don’t worry Joey. Lets just say that I gave you something to help you enjoy any lady at any time you want.”
Joey had no idea what the rodent was talking about. “What?”
A deep sigh, the squirrel answered, “I have you a cock that just won’t quit Joey.”
A dozen questions came to mind but the teen was too embarrassed to ask. The teenager was not accustomed to talking about his body parts with anyone, let alone a wild creature.
The squirrel suddenly stood and crawled out of the unzipped portion of the doorway, stopping on the other side to look at the teenager through the mosquito netting. “I will visit you one more time in the near future Joey – just to see how things are going. But don’t worry – I think you will be very pleased with your wish.”
The rodent smiled broadly then turned and quickly ran away leaving the teenager seated in the darkness by himself.
It took a long while to go back to sleep for Joey, as his mind was replaying the conversation again and again while also considering the potential of his wish. His hand crept to his dick every few minutes, but it felt soft and small as it aways was. In his mind he categorized the females that he knew, those that he wanted and their redeeming features.
Before he fell asleep, one girl consistently topped his list. Something that had been in his fantasies for years, even before those same fantasies turned sexual rather than the innocent heroic ones of his youth.
In Joey’s imagination, he thought of Zack’s older sister Kris. Being three years older than her he she rarely found the time to even acknowledge the teen boys existence. Perhaps that, as well that she was the prettiest girl Joey knew which convinced the teenager to test this new ‘power’ on her first.
With those thoughts the excited teenager slowly feel back to sleep.
In the light of day, it all seemed too fantastic to be credible and Joey concluded that it was all a dream. He was very tired, as if he had been up for some while before the sun rose – evidence that he counted towards it not being a dream.
Then there was Zack – exactly as he always was – and at first he thought he would tell him about his ‘dream’ but thought it better, not too. It all seemed silly and juvenile now – like a wet dream about some big titted movie star. Something you told no one, not even your best friend or sometimes especially not your best friend, about.
The two best friends packed up their camp and walked out of the woods, down the ravine, across the fallen log bridge over the small stream, and up the hill to their homes. The boys lived three doors away from each other and their parents were friends.
Everything was as it had been the day before – no evidence to the contrary that Joey could tell. Strangely, this disappointed the teenager considerably.
Reaching the top of the hill, behind both of their homes, Zack paused, “Well bud – I have to get home. Mom wanted me in by lunchtime.”
Joey nodded.
“Whats eating you anyways Joey, you have been quiet all morning?” They had breakfasted on their granola bars and water, prior to breaking camp, in silence.
“Nothing Zack. Sorry.” Just before the two teenagers parted, Joey asked with hesitation, “Hey Zack – your sister home this afternoon?”
Zack smirked at his friend, knowing that his very attractive sister had enthralled Joey since before he was ten years old. “Probably – she is grounded. You gonna finally make your play for my big sister Joey?” He asked playfully.
Kris was grounded for lying to her parents where she had been; telling them she was going to be at her friends house but instead was discovered to be at a club in the city. Being nineteen, the grounding had caused a loud and disruptive fight within the house – Kris swore to move out if her parents did not start treating her like an adult – and her parents stated that while she was their home, she would live by their rules. It was not a very unique argument – obviously being played out in nearly every home with a teenager all involved knew.
“I just thought I would come by and see how she is doing.” Joey was feeling real embarrassed, as this bordered on his revealing his dream the night before. Something he could simply not due – it was too embarrassing, too fantastical.
Zack chuckled, “Then I’ll tell her to expect you.” The teenager turned around and walked away, laughing to himself.
Calling after the retreating form, “Zack, don’t say anything? Zack?”
Joey turned toward his own home, feeling more humiliated then he could ever remember.
Joey pounded on the bathroom door and shouted, “Damn it Sara – I need to go now!” His father was showering in the bedroom off the main suite, and he didn’t want to go all the way downstairs just to take a pee in the spare.
The bathroom that the two teenagers shared was the largest cause for grievance in their lives. They fought over it constantly. Their parents, of course, usually in the centre of the two teenagers arguments, did not appreciate their disagreements.
Sara was Joey’s twin sister. But if anyone looked for similarities between the two, they would be frustrated. No two siblings, twins as a matter a fact, could be more dissimilar. In fact Sara openly said she hated her brother, while he was too polite and passive aggressive to actually say that he despised her as well. Their parents took a blind eye to the antagonistic relationship beneath their roof – their mother hoping they would grow out of it while their father simply ignoring it as best he could, shouting or leaving the house when he couldn’t.
There were similarities in physical features though, both slim of frame and short for their age. Sara could be considered ‘average’ looking by most of her male peers, petite or pixie-like by some of her closer friends – but mostly, she was an average female teenager.
The bathroom door unlocked and Sara stuck her head out the crack when she opened it, “Go down stairs!” This was not as shrill as the voice she normally used, but Joey only barely registered this.
“I don’t want too. This is supposed to be my bathroom too! So let me in!” Joey was too polite to say the word that came to him, ‘bitch’.
Surprisingly, Sara opened the door wide a few seconds later, and Joey paused for two heartbeats before stalking in to the steamed filled bathroom else his twin may changed her mind.
If Sara was not in her room with the door closed and usually on the phone, then she was in the bathroom. It was like she was a creature from a different world, thought Joey as he often did.
Sara had wrapped in a large fluffy bath towel around her middle, another smaller towel wrapped around her head. She stood off to the side and let her brother enter, watching him rather casually.
Joey came before the toilet bowl and lifted the lid but noticed his sister still standing there, watching him. “You mind Sara?”
Without a word, which was uncharacteristic of the teenager Joey realized, Sara turned and left the bathroom, closing the door behind her. It had not even slammed, her brother thought.
Even before he was finished urinating, he called out to the other side of the bathroom door, where he knew Sara was impatiently waiting for him to make his exit, “I need to shower Sara?”
“How long Joey? I was going to go to the mall with Beth!” Beth was her best friend, inseparable. Joey hated Beth.
His first response was unvoiced, so he toned it down a little, “A few minutes. I’m real dirty from camping.”
Joey expected some rude remark that sleeping in a tent in the woods behind the house was not camping, but there was only silence. He had to ask, to get any answer, “OK?”
“Sure. Can you let me know when your done, so I can finish up?”
This was very uncharacteristic of his sister and he answered, a little bewildered, “OK.” She was being strangely compliant, almost civil in her attitude this day he thought.
He took a extra long shower, hoping he was causing his twin sister a lot of hair-pulling and grief. It was his passive aggressive method at revenge, used generously toward his sister.
When finally he knocked on her door, having finished his shower and getting dressed, he was surprised when he heard from the other side, “Come in.” Her room had always been her domain, off limits at all times from her ‘younger’ brother.
Sara was standing in the middle of her room with the cordless phone between her shoulder and her ear wearing a white sport bra and white cotton panties with the same towel wrapped around her head. She did not seem to care that Joey was staring at her a little wide-eyed.
A couple of things were wrong here, which Joey instantly recognized; that he was allowed to enter into his sisters room – a foreign place so much so that even the smell was alien, and the fact that his sister did not seem concerned that her brother was looking at her underwear-clothed body.
“Joey’s out Beth … I’ll talk to you later … OK, bye.” She pressed a button on the phone and threw it on the bed.
“Finished with the bathroom Joey?” Again, no shrill bark or bitchy attitude to accompany the question.
He had to concentrate on her words to recognize her question. “Yea, its yours Sara.”
She smiled widely at her brother, “Thats great – thanks Joey!”
This was just too freaky, he thought, welcome to the Twilight Zone! Just as he spun about to leave her room, he turned back to face her again. She saw this and asked, seemingly concerned, “Anything wrong Joey?”
What had caused him to turn about was that dream last night – and his wish more exactly. He had said ‘any woman’ when he had told the squirrel his wish. Hope welled up in him and he felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest. Maybe, just maybe … he told himself over and over.
With a small stutter, which he gets when nervous, Joey asked an innocent question, “Why do you put your hair in the towel like that?”
Sara smiled, looking relieved that his question was not a thing of concern, only more evidence that boys and girls were from different planets. Patiently she responded, “Its so my hair stays damp until I can work on it – it also keeps my clothing from getting wet.”
Joey looked down, yet again, at his sisters small chest and her white sport bra, “But, your not wearing… ?” He could not finish his question, it was too embarrassing.
Sara ignored her younger brother awkward question and looked down at her ‘B’ cup brassier and laughed lightly. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she again looked into her brothers gaze, “Your right, I am not wearing much clothing am I?” She seemed to think for a second, “Does this bother you?” One of her hands came up and pointed right at a nipple that seemed to be more prominent now than before.
This was all a coincidence, Joey told himself. It had been a dream – and though the pastor said there were devil’s in the world, they do not appear before a sixteen year old boy in the form of a squirrel. He stuttered, his face red with embarrassment, “No … it does not bother me.”
Sara smiled widely, pleased that her near-nudity did not bother her twin brother. The two stood silently for nearly a minute before Sara asked, “Is there anything else Joey?” She genuinely seemed interested in his answer rather then the usual teenage-girl attitude that should have accompanied her words.
Joey’s wish kept being played back in his head, his own words rolling through his consciousness again and again, ‘I want to be able to control any woman – to willingly do anything I tell them. I want to be able to have sex with any woman I want.’ Even though he had catalogued many females last night, after the squirrel had left, his sister had never been considered. This was due to the simple fact that he hated her with a passion he held for little ease in his life – his twin was so mean and nasty to him, since growing up, that he always felt so defensive with her. At least not until this moment – when there was just a small chance, the tiniest of chances that it had not been a dream.
This was not about sex, he would realize later, but power.
His next question had to be formed in his head before asking, tactically prepared before delivery – because it would take every nerve in his body to ask. “If your hair gets your clothing wet… ?”
Mercifully he never had a chance to finish as Sara playfully continued, ” … then why don’t I take my clothing off?”
Joey could feel his face turn red and could not meet his sisters eye. Her presumption was not far from his own, the question basically the same. He had to know – he wanted the dream to be true, to not be a figment of his overactive imagination.
“Would you like that Joey? Do you want me to take my bra and panties off?” She was wearing a strange half smile that Joey could not read. But the only answer to her blunt, and strange, question was a quick nod. He was on the edge of that cliff – the fall would be horrific if it had been a dream, the shouts of ‘pervert’ would be heard for blocks.
She smiled softly and then suggested, “Perhaps you better come in and close my door behind you? We wouldn’t want mom or dad to walk by and see us in here.”
That, Joey, definitely did not want!
He took three steps into the room and gently closed her door behind him, thinking to use her lock to bar anyone from accidentally intruding. Suddenly, Joey saw the wisdom of his sisters installation of her lock – the only lock within the outer walls of their family home.
Sara waited until her brothers attention was focused toward her before reaching up and easily unclasping the front catch of her brassiere. With a little shrug it fell off her shoulders and dropped to the floor behind her. Next she stuck two thumbs into the elastic of her white cotton panty and then pushed down past her slim smooth hips, soon, stepping out of her underwear. Quickly she bent and retrieved her undergarments, throwing them onto her messy bed and standing back up facing her twin brother.
There she was naked, except for the wet towel wrapped about the top of her head, standing a mere meter before her twin brother.
It was the first disrobed woman Joey had ever seen. Bodies in magazines and on the Internet did not count.
Joey thought she was magnificent – her breasts a wonder, looking large on her small teenage frame, her sparse brown pubic hair magnificent and her female curves delightful. Slowly, for his viewing pleasure, Sara turned so that every inch of her naked body could be seen by her sibling.
Finally, minutes after initially standing before him naked, “I see that you find me attractive little brother?” Oddly she did not say this negatively, no half-smile or malicious twang to her voice, she said this quietly and playfully with a uncharacteristic fluttering of her eyes.
Joey normally hated when she called him that, but now, right here, it did not bother him. “Yes.” He was surprised to find that his mouth was exceptionally dry.
Then he realized that she was looking down at his crotch, the tent that his penis made beneath the towel wrapped about his hips. He was too embarrassed to say a word.
Gently Sara asked, “Are you a virgin Joey?”
He somehow found the strength to nod.
She nodded, since it was obvious that he was, “Do you know that I love you Joey?” No, he never knew that. “And that I would do anything for you?” You could have knocked Joey over with a feather at that point.
Sara took a step forward and placed her warm small hand upon her brothers cheek, leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. Then she stood with their noses nearly touching, their eyes locked.
Joey very much wanted to look down to see how close her nipples where to touching him – as he had felt their sharp points tickle his hairless chest when she had kissed him.
She whispered huskily, “This is crazy isn’t it?” Her hand was still upon his cheek, cradling him.
He felt the allusion of the moment start to unravel at her question and seemed to find the strength to ask, “What is crazy Sara?”
“This … you and me … here, right now.” She paused, and after a soft smile into her brothers face, continued, “Yesterday I would never have thought I would be standing here naked with you … feeling the way I do right now.”
Confidence was returning to the young man, more than he realized he had! “What are you feeling Sara?”
“That there is nothing I would not do for you … and that I love you, more than I thought was possible to love anyone.”
He wanted to know, “Are you a virgin Sara?”
Without shame, “Technically yes.”
The answer surprised him, he assumed his sister had not been a virgin – like him. “‘Technically’?”
“I have fooled around a lot – but had never gone all the way with a boy.”
Joey wanted to ask, he wanted to know more about his sisters experiences – needed to know what he now, obviously, had control over. “What kind of fooling around?”
For the first time, that morning, Sara looked embarrassed. “I have sucked off several guys, used my hands, and Beth and I sometimes help each other.”
Joey pictured voluptuous Beth, but could not imagine his sister and Beth doing anything sexual together. Though the thought of it was highly erotic to the young man, his fantasies, could now become reality. The idea of which was making the virgin boy swoon with ideas.
“Mom helped me get the ‘pill’ six months ago Joey – if you want to go all the way?” Sara looked anxious for his answer, actually biting the bottom of her lip.
The thought of his mother supporting his sisters wanton ways amazed the young man and he had trouble thinking his church-going mother would do such a thing.
Within Joey, his feeble teen embarrassment was gone – evaporated by the reality of a fantasy, of willing ladies and dominant desires.
Gently he reached up and took her hand from his cheek, bringing it down to his waist before letting do. Sara’s cheeks were turning red as her hand fumbled with the thick knot holding the two ends of the towel together, and in a few lengthy seconds, the damp towel fell to the floor.
Joey felt his sisters small warm hand wrap itself around his aroused penis and saw her lips part before a guttural moan escaped from the back of her throat. Sara slowly looked down between them, at what was in her hand she exclaimed without prejudiced, “God Joey – its beautiful!”
Sara looked at her brother, directly into his eyes as they were exactly the same height, as if looking for permission for what she wanted to do. She did not find the words, his twin uncharacteristically tongue-tied.
That look told him so much – that it had not been a dream last night, that this moment was no coincidence, that his sister was under his complete control. Just like the squirrel said! In that look he saw her love, her lust and her willingness to make him happy. It was the look out of fantasy, one that he had never thought of, even in his most wild of fantasies.
Sara did not seem able to wait for his command and leaned forward and quickly, but gently, kissed her way down his flat chest and stomach. Amazed, Joey watched as she quickly reached what she sought. She was mumbling, almost to herself, “It’s so beautiful Joey!”
Then he felt it – the first erotic touch straight out of his fantasies – better than any fantasy. Female lips kissed the smooth crown of his circumcised penis. A warm wet tongue coming out to roll around the same crown, the tip of the tongue digging into his pee-hole. The small strong hand held the base of his prick, aiming it directly at her mouth.
“Oh god … oh god!” She mumbled between licks. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”
Joey was looking down at something he had not even imagined – knowing that his devil’s choice, his wish, enabled this moment. In his mind, he was thanking that damned squirrel over and over. In mere moments his hate for his sister had twisted into a strong erotic passion, a kind of dominant realism that he had never considered before.
Then Sara was stroking him with both her hands, watching it intently, rubbing the saliva slick crown over her red cheeks and forehead, moaning and sighing as if she were greatly enjoying herself.
More mumbling as she worshipped his dick, “Come for me little brother!” Her eyes so big and needy that it tore his soul, made him feel so powerful and strong for the first time in his life.
That moment, Joey realized that, with his excitement level, he should be pumping his seed by now. Instead, realized the added gift from the squirrel, that he could control his penis to the extent that he could tell it when it would discharge, go soft, even go hard.
Sara wrapped her lips around the crown of his cock, sucking intently while both her small hands pumped him amateurishly. Joey realized that she wanted him to finish, to swallow his sperm and the realization seemed to hit him like slap.
It was OK, Joey knew, to hold his sisters small round head in his hands and start to pump his hips so that his rock-hard cock moved in and out of her lips. With each successful plunge of his cock, he was pushing deeper into her mouth, until he thought he felt himself hitting the back of her throat. When he pulled her head and shoved his hips forward, trying to see if she could take all of him, Sara started to gag and immediately Joey let go of his sister, yanking his dick from her gagging, coughing, mouth.
“Oh god Sara, I’m sorry!” Joey was worried that in his immature excitement to experience everything, he may have hurt his sister. “Are you OK?” He was genuinely worried for her, worried that the moment was ruined, that their sudden new relationship would evaporate back to the harsh reality they shared before today.
After she stopped coughing, Sara answered by immediately opening her lips and returning his cock to her mouth.
At that second, Joey knew he wanted to orgasm into his sister’s mouth. Wanted to hear a girl swallow his sperm, a sound he had only imagined after reading the stories in magazines and on the Internet. Then there was something definitely dominant in the action, orgasming into his kneeling sisters mouth, that excited him immensely. How better to prove your ownership over another person?
Joey again grasped the back of her head and again started to pump his hips. Sara’s two hands were not idle, both grasping his hard ass as if guiding and fondling at the same time.
With a smile and a mental confirmation, Joey felt the familiar tightening of his balls and the squeezing of his shafts muscles. It was his turn to call out to god, “Oh god… !”
Time seemed to freeze, as Joey stopped all movement of his body, his sister sucked even harder with her brothers penis half ways in her mouth. Joey was looking down at his sisters sweaty face, her closed eyes, the way her cheeks turned inward as she sought to pleasure him.
Then it happened and nothing would ever be the same again, Joey knew with a certainty. His cock spurted again and again and he heard his sisters loud swallowing, heard his own groan of pleasure.
With a smile and sighed loudly, contently. With his weary penis still in her mouth, Sara looked up into her ‘young’ brother’s eyes as if to say ‘did I do okay?’
Rather than go to his best friend Zack’s home, embarrassed and nervous as he had been expecting, Joey was actually looking forward to trying his wish with Kris, Zack’s sister. His attitude had changed as quickly as it took for Sara to suck him off. He walked different, stood taller and spoke stronger. The boy had turned into a man in but a morning and Joey felt alive!
At nineteen years old, Kris has been the prime focus of Joey’s sexual fantasies since he was twelve, heroic fantasies a couple years before that. With her round firm breasts, to the tall hourglass figure and long black hair – she had what Joey thought as the perfect body.
She was seated upon the couch watching some lame girl-movie, wearing less than flattering gray sweat pants and oversized sweater as that angelic beautiful face turned to him as he stepped into the room. Joey knew he could have her – could have any woman he reminded himself. Power flowed through him, still remembering the sight of his sister as she worked her face up and down his hard cock, and looked at Kris’s red lips in comparison.
“Hi Kris?”
She looked up and rather than her normally disinterested and even discouraging look, Kris looked pleasantly surprised at Joey’s appearance before the couch. “Hi Joey!”
He pushed old papers, two books, a cup, and some dirty plates to the far side of the coffee table and sat down, directly in Kris’s line of sight to the television. When she did not seem to notice this interruption, more dominant energy flowed though him. He accepted his new position over all girls so readily now, and it felt so damned good – as if it was his due after years of being ignored and minuscule.
Kris pushed some of her loose black hair from her forehead and smiled widely for her younger brothers best friend, as if wanting to look her best even in her diminished capacity. “I didn’t know you were coming over Joey?”
“Zack didn’t tell you?”
She sat up and squared her shoulders, which did little to show her generous chest beneath that bulky sweater, “I wish he had – I would rather you have seen me at my best!” She laughed lightly, offhandedly, but her eyes looking anxiously at him.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?”
Her face brightened up before looking suddenly very sad, “I’m grounded.”
He had forgotten.
“Joey!” Zack’s bellow preceded his appearance into the room.
“I’m in here Zack!”
Kris looked disappointed at the intrusion.
Joey stood up from the coffee table just as his best friend came into the room. Zack looked surprised that his sister was in the room, and that it was obvious that the two had been talking. His sister normally had nothing to do with her brother or his best friend – ‘useless use of air’ she normally called them.
Zack was frowning as he motioned his friend to follow him. Before either had left the room Kris called out, “Joey, are you going to be here for a while?”
Joey looked at his friend for confirmation but got a shrug as an answer, then answered, “Sure. Probably an hour or two.”
She smiled nervously at him, ignoring her brother, “Maybe I’ll see you a little later then?”
Joey felt awkward with his friend looking on, “Yea, sure.”
As they were leaving the room, Zack leaned over and harshly asked into his friends ear, “What the fuck is going on?”
“Your sister has the hots for me?”
Normally this would have produced a loud and creative negative response, but after witnessing the display a few minutes before, Zack only replied with, “You have to be joking?”
Joey only shrugged and smiled privately, which Zack, of course, did not miss.
Nearly a full awkward minute passed before Zack laughed short and harsh – “You’re fucking with me right?”
Joey only shrugged, barely smiled, and was, in fact, thinking of Kris in the next room.
“Did you two guys think this up to fuck with me?”
“No.” The two teenagers shared a long, dissimilar, look. Joey finally spoke up, “I can prove to you that your sister is hot for me?”
Zack laughed harshly, for a longer amount of time to be believed, “How would you do that?”
Joey thought of his sister Sara for a brief second before answering, “Give me ten minutes alone with her and then come into the room.”
The harsh laugh died and now Zack was frowning, “What could you do to prove it to me?”
Joey just shrugged.
Zack frowned at his best friend and muttered, “There is definitely something different about you now buddy!”
“Oh, is Joey here honey?”
Joey stepped into the kitchen to see Kris and her mom talking. Kris had changed from her sweat pants and sweat shirt into a silk blouse and tight jeans in the couple of minutes since he had last seen her.
“Hi Mrs. Simmons. Hi Kris.”
The mother daughter duo turned and smiled happily. Kris noticed Joey’s eyes appraise her in her newly changed clothing and her smiled widened appreciatively.
Though Zack’s mother had always been friendly, her smile now seemed almost inviting and it amused the teenager that his wish also pertained to the older women in his life. And it wasn’t that he had never thought of her in a sexual way, with her large swaying breasts and her large round bottom. Why not, Joey thought, she was a mature version of her daughter, wider in bottom and breast – but still rather attractive. And he had always found her pleasant and kind to him, unlike his own strict parent.
“Could I talk to you for a couple of minutes Kris?”
The nineteen year-olds face brightened up and she only nodded enthusiastically while her mother looked a little disappointed.
Kris lead the way, deeper into the house, to the study. Before she reached the door, Joey reached out and rubbed his hand over the curve of her right ass cheek above her blue jeans. Kris did not say a word, or even look at the younger teenager behind her, but she stumbled when she first felt his hand along her denim bottom.
Joey left the door partially open to the study, as Kris spun around facing him looking nervous and excited at the same time. She stood with her nails rubbing along her denim thighs loudly as she shuffled on her bare feet. “What did you want to see me about Joey?”
He strode two steps toward her and pressed his finger against her perfect lips. “Please Kris – let me say what I need to say.” She was marginally taller than him but with his shoes still on they were the same height.
She nodded slowly, looking like she was trying to contain her nervous pleasure, unsuccessfully.
“You are the most beautiful girl that I know and I had always thought about … wondered what it would be like too… ?”
She nodded enthusiastically and could not help but hoarsely agree, “Yes?”
Joey looked down as both his hands moved toward the zipper and snap of her jeans, amateurishly fumbling to open them, the jeans being rather tight. Kris did not even seem to notice – but watched the younger boys face. ” … to be with you … to touch you… !”
“Yes!”
Joey saw that beneath the blue jeans, Kris wore no panties, as he pushed them down far enough to see the black triangle of pubic hair exposed. His hand slipped between the open jean and her sex easily. Finding it hot and wet, seemingly filling his open palm with her juices.
It was the first handful of pussy that Joey had ever grasped, and he was very conscious of the enormity of the moment.
Kris swayed dangerously on her wide spread feet and closed eyes uncontrollably before letting out a long guttural groan of pleasure. So far, he had barely even touched her and this knowledge caused a wide pleased smile to appear on the boys face.
“Thats it Kris … I have fantasied about you like this … doing this!”
His middle finger slipped upward and was suddenly engulfed with a hot wet envelope of feminine flesh. Of course he knew the anatomy of a woman, having done extensive self study as well as the more academic learning he had taken in school.
“Yes!”
A few minutes of very little movement Kris was very quickly rising to an obvious summit.
“Tell me if you like this Kris … like me touching you?”
“Yes! God yes! Touch me Joey … please!”
“I am touching you Kris?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her eyes snapped open and he saw the pleading within them, “No … please Joey … make me come?”
His commanding smile was his answer and Kris’s head fell back on her shoulders and her eyes closed yet again. Joey doubled his plunging fingers movement and Kris looked in danger of falling. With his free hand, he pulled the nineteen year old toward him, letting her use his body to help her to stand. This pushed her full round firm breasts into his chest, her body larger than his was heavy against him. Joey noticed that his best friends older sister smelled of cherry’s from her perfume and the stale smell of the couch from the basement.
The door to the room creaked a little and Joey turned, expecting to see his best friend Zack. While Kris was too focused on the finger giving her pleasure to notice if a car was to drove through the wall of the study.
Standing in the doorway, looking wide-eyed was Mrs. Simmons.
Joey felt all the strength and dominance of the afternoon drain away in that one second. Forgotten was the wish, his control over any woman as he was caught with his hands in the cookie jar – literally. Zack’s mother had always been a polite good natured woman, passionate about her god and her family – in that order.
Mrs. Simmons just stood there, her eyes looking at where Joey’s hand disappeared beneath the jeans and thighs of her daughters body. Joey watching her mature face – noticed when her body seemed to shudder, her nipples trying to break out from the confines of the blouse.
Joey felt his strength and dominance return, three fold, at seeing her obvious pleasure, her helplessness at the sexuality before her.
“Come in Mrs. Simmons, and have a seat?”
She strode in, without taking her eyes off the erotic sight before her, and sat heavily in the hard wooden chair only two meters away.
Kris was in her own world, swaying against Joey as she wiggled and ground her crotch into his hand, his finger. Her head was on his shoulder with her lips moaning and gasping thickly into her hear. She was oblivious to all, even the crazy new situation that they now found themselves in.
Using a handful of thick black hair, Joey pulled Kris’s face from his neck and spoke into her face, “Is it OK if your mom watches us Kris?”
Without opening her eyes, looking as if she were stoned, Kris whimpered dream-like, “It feels so wonderful mommy!”
One of Mrs. Simmons hands slide across her stomach and began to roughly fondle her own huge breast, the other hand slide down, her thighs spreading. Joey watched the mother as she watched her daughter and her son’s best friend. One knee lifted and rest upon the wooden arms of the chair, the woollen skirt all the way to her waist on the raised thigh, her hand beneath the skirt, high up between her white thighs. It was an addictive sight – much more than the teenager would have considered only the day before and it captured his erotic attention.
There was something highly sensual to the teenager as he watched the mother of his best friend masturbate. It was as if Joey had never considered the sexuality of mothers, of middle aged women. Watching Mrs. Simmons, and not even being able to see much, was the most highly energized sight in Joey’s short sexual life. The only other sight that could be compared in his whole life was that first look at his sister’s naked body but hours before.
Kris’s mother groaned and started to pump her hips against her single hidden hand.
There was no sound but Joey turned back to the wide open doorway and saw his best friend Zack standing in astonishment, turning his wide eyes back and forth between his mother and his sister.
“Mom!”
The shriek seemed to break the sexual tension and Mrs. Simmons quickly brought her feet back to the ground, knees together and skirt back to her calves, while her hands squeezed her thighs nervously. “Honey?” There was sweat upon her brow and Joey could see her need to look back at her daughter, at him.
Kris, though, never heard a thing – but instead started to violently thrash against Joey as her orgasms finally started.
Every eye in the room looked upon the teenage girl as she cried out in pleasure, gasping for breath as her body visibly spasmed wildly against the smaller body before her.
Joey, though, had the most pleasure in Kris’s orgasm. Feeling her clenching and spasming internal muscles torture his finger, her juices flooding his hand, her sex almost too hot to hold.
As the high started to descend, Mrs. Simmons suddenly stood up and ran out of the room, almost shoving past her son to leave the room. A loud feminine moan receded with her.
A few seconds later Zack turned and also quickly strode from the room, going down the hallway opposite to where his mother had retreated.
Coming down from her mind-numbing high, Kris was smacking her lips as if parched before asking the teenager before her, the only thing holding her from falling to the floor as if there was not a muscle in her body working, “Was mom and Zack here?” She lifted her face, with effort, from his shoulder and looked into Joey’s eyes, she looked feverish and wild.
Joey saw no reason to lie, “Yes. Is that a problem?”
Kris spend a long minute looking into the sixteen year-olds eyes before answering, “Not if you don’t think so?”
Joey smiled, “I don’t.”
Kris’s worried look disappeared and she lifted her hands to run them through Joey’s short hair, with a soft seductive voice she asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you Joey?” It was obvious that ‘anything’ was the right word.
Already the fact that her brother and mother had witnessed her debauchery was not a problem to the older teenager.
Joey smiled as her brought his wet soiled finger up to his face, smelling the musky heady odor before tentatively taking a lick surprised at the sharp foreign taste. He wondered if all girls tasted and smelt the same and knew he would have many chances to find out the truth.
A part of him thought himself crazy for letting Kris leave to get cleaned up, leaving him painfully excited. She was the most beautiful female that Joey had ever seen and he had not continued with the next evolutionary step to their encounter. The things he had considered, all now possible with his wish, momentarily forgotten by seeing Mrs. Simmons seated, masturbating, to the sight of her daughter getting finger banged.
Joey knew it was only the power of the devil, his wish, that caused these ‘Twilight Zone’ encounters to become reality – yet he did not care. In fact it was quickly becoming almost natural for him, to look at a woman and realize his every wish was for the asking. It felt damned good actually.
He did not knock upon the door but opened it triumphantly, surprising the woman laying upon her stomach on the bed. Mrs. Simmons, lay face-down masturbating enthusiastically. Wearing only the same shirt from earlier, the tail bundled up to her waist exposing her large round soft white ass and her shapely legs. One knee was bent upward, the arm beneath her, the other arm behind her with the hand between the cheeks of her ass. She had been aggressively humping into her fingers when he intruded into her private event, both back and front.
“Joey?” Her initial shocked look quickly disintegrating to anxious pleasure at seeing the young man standing at the foot of her bed, as if her nudity and intimate actions were of no consequence.
“Don’t stop on my account Mrs. Simmons.” Joey closed the door behind him, as the middle-aged woman sighed and dreamily closed her eyes, returning her head to the pillow. The commands came to his lips so easily now, knowing that the woman he spoke with could do naught but follow his direction. Her hips started to again press anxiously forward, her ass clenching in harmony, as the two hands moved mysteriously before and aft.
Joey began to disrobe, enjoying the sight before him. Quickly the woman started to rise toward her summit, faster than even her daughter, thought the young man.
A thick familiar scent filled the darkened bedroom, almost like her daughters but more earthy than the younger woman. The sound, though, was delicious. When Joey had been fingering Kris, her pants and the close proximity of their own bodies had hidden the unique sounds of a woman’s wet sex – here with Mrs. Simmons bare arsed-naked, the wet slopping sounds were loud, deliciously expressive.
Joey walked around to the side of the bed and bent over to see better between the gap of the older woman’s full soft pale thighs. His best friends mother was moving two fingers of the hand beneath her, in and out of her hairy angry looking red-lipped vagina, and another finger in her stretched brown wrinkled anus with the other hand. It was a fantastic sight!
Mrs. Simmons gasped when she felt Joey’s hand take her pumping quivering big soft ass firmly, squeezing and pulling it from its partner. The sight before him was something out of an erotic picture off the Internet – a woman with her own finger submerged nearly to the third knuckle.
After watching this bawdy display for a short while, Joey gently pulled Mrs. Simmons hand from her backside. It exposed the gap of her relaxed anus – the dark passage having been stretched and relaxed by the single finger that had violated it.
Joey understood about anal sex, he had just never considered being lucky enough to have any experience with it. Vaginal intercourse was anxiously wanted to rid himself of the stigma of his virginity, oral sex was the best he could dare hope for – but ass-fucking was primitive and so nasty that he had rarely given it the proper consideration.
The middle-aged woman froze after Joey hand stopped her anal self-pleasure, the fingers of her other hand fully submerged in her hairy red wet sex from beneath.
” … I want to be able to have sex with any woman I want.”
With an abrupt swing of his arm, his palm came down upon those wide soft cheeks, loudly slapping her flesh. Mrs. Simmons yelped and jerked before arching her back so that her ass rose high above her bed.
“I want to be able to control any woman… !”
“Turn over Mrs. Simmons.” Her soft fleshy body rolled quickly so that she lay upon her back. Her very large white breasts hanging down to either side of her chest as her blouse had been unbuttoned and open in the front, her one hand still between her spread thighs, the fingers inside herself, waiting for the next command from her son’s best friend.
Joey started to crawl up between the mature woman’s thighs – the pain in his balls rushing him toward the one action that he had only ever dreamt about. She on the other hand only watched him as if in a drunken stupor, watching his cock more specifically, between the valley of her huge breasts and over the soft mound of her stomach. Only when the teenager straddled his best friends mother with his hands next to her chest, on the hard mattress, to hold himself up, that she moved.
Using the hot wet fingers that had just been inside her female cavity, Mrs. Simmons grasped and guided that virgin pole toward her sex. Her anxious pleasure obvious in the movements. She was holding her breath as she roughly and anxiously drew the teenager towards her target.
Mrs. Simmon’s eyes found his as Joey entered a woman for the first time in his life – the feeling exquisite as it was unique. It was better than fantasy – it was better than any written word. He looked down into the aged face beneath him, her awe-like pleasure as she seemed almost fearful that this was some dream.
It wasn’t a dream, he wanted to shout with joy, it was real – all because of a silly squirrel that came to offer him the one thing he most wanted in the world!
The sixteen year-old started to jack-hammer his hips, just as he thought he was supposed too, and his best friends mother started to pump her hips upward while mewing loudly in pleasure, wrapping her legs about the strong legs of her new young lover.
The seconds turned to minutes and Mrs. Simmons had spread her legs wide, bent her knees so that they touched Joey’s arms just beneath her hanging breasts and was oblivious to nothing but the young cock giving her more pleasure than she thought was humanly possible. Her toes were pointed towards the ceiling, her thick calves bunched, as the rest of her body danced, perspired and thrust in time with that plunging hard cock and young body. The wife and mother’s eyes were rolling back into her heat before she fought to open them, looking in awe at the young man who had become something akin to a god in her life – giving her more passion in the last hour than she had ever experienced in her total life.
Joey, on the other hand, was enjoying it immensely, even as his mind continued to be active. Remembering Kris and then Sara – how he had dominated both with his desire – the touches, the smell, the sounds. It amused him that after the slim average, but attractive, frame of his sister, to the athletic tall hourglass figure of Zack’s older sister that he should end up loosing his virginity to a middle aged softly curved mother and wife. His amusement of his choice turned to questions about his own path between this woman’s thighs, and he knew that he found this moment precious and very sexy. There was something completely feminine about a mature woman’s body – something sexy about an older woman in heat. There was also something totally dominant in possessing, and giving pleasure, to this mature woman.
Here was a person that was older than his own parent, a woman married for longer than he had been alive – giving herself willingly to him, loosing herself with the pleasure that was so obvious radiating from every pore of her body. Her large pale abundant flesh was hot to the touch, slick with sweat and so deliciously lovely that Joey seriously was in love.
Sweat had coated his body as well, so that he shined. Beneath him, Mrs. Simmons was sweating profusely – a pool of it in the small of her throat as it dripped down her huge sexy breasts. And as tired as he was, he was cognisant enough to wonder how to finalize this joining. To complete his first fuck. A true momentous event in his life. How long had be wanted to end the stigma of virginity? Perhaps his choice in lovers was a surprise but certainly not unwanted.
Mrs. Simmons, with her wide-eyed pleasure, was heading toward yet another orgasm – Joey having lost count after three. Not knowing that the middle-aged woman had not even experienced a total of three orgasms within the last ten years with intercourse with her own husband. The sole outlet for the middle-aged mom and wife was her most private fantasies, her private time to pamper and excite herself to relieve the desires that threatened her sanity.
As he had seen on movies downloaded from the Internet, Joey suddenly jerked his cock from that wet cavern of Mrs. Simmons sex and quickly crawled up her body. The aged face looked surprised and then delighted as she opened her mouth while her eyes watched that dripping wet crown intently. Joey reached out and brought one of her hands to wrap it around his meat – she earnestly began to stroke it very fast, aiming its firing port directly toward her open anxious mouth.
Though inept, Joey wanted her to complete him to orgasm. Only a momentary second of surprise come to him, that a woman who has been married for twenty something years did not know how to properly stroke a cock. When he felt his balls tighten in that familiar warning, he grasped his cock above her hand and aimed it at her forehead. The blast of sperm shot out of his dick and the teenager would swear that it splatted against her brow. The next upon the bridge of her nose and cheek. The remainder pumping copiously into the open hungry mouth.
Joey came out of Mrs. Simmons room to find his best friend Zack seated upon the carpeted floor just outside the door looking very depressed. It was obvious, suddenly, that his best friend had heard every sound in the room – every command from the teenage boy. Joey felt his face flush in embarrassment – not from his actions but that he had neglected his best friend.
“Zack… ?”
The teenager looked up with such pain, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with dried tears, that Joey felt deeply resentful of his timing and actions. He hated feeling that way – he had learnt so much with Mrs. Simmons, Zack’s mother, that it was more pleasurable than even his fantasies had allowed him to conjure. Yet he could have found a way to live his desires at a time it would not hurt anyone, especially his best friend of ten years.
Just as he was about to apologize, to promise to make it up to him, he saw the press of something beneath his friends crotch. Zack had sat out here, hearing every passionate gasp, the sloshing of his mothers sex as his best friend pumped again and again into it, the squeals of a womans orgasm, the tired whispers of content lovers. It had affected him, Joey knew, but not in the way he had realized.
“Zack … I’m sorry man!” Joey was not so sure his friend was sorry though.
Zack took a long while before he uttered a word, “I guess this means you’ll be fucking my mom more often now?”
That very topic had come up after Mrs. Simmons has used her fingers to scoop up as much sperm from her face until her skin glistened in a diverse collection of ejaculate and saliva. At first it was a quiet embarrassed question, then, later, pleading for more – telling her new teen lover that there was not anything in this world, her husband, her kids, her church, nothing, that she would not give up for him. The devil provoking him in his imagination with such kinky lust, that he too wanted more from this middle-aged slut. So the promise was given, with several conditions, and Mrs. Simmons with tear-filled eyes of happiness gratefully crawled down to clean the god-cock that had pleasured her.
Joey saw no reason to lie – “Yes.” After it was over, Joey realized that he had fucked Zack’s mother rather than his sister Kris, due to some erotic kink to have what was morally unobtainable. Strangely he thought of Mrs. Simmon’s daughter as a pale comparison of the delicious creature he had just enjoyed.
“What about dad?”
The question did not surprise the teenager, he had thought of that himself – even as he dressed, looking down to the well-fucked wife in her marriage bed. “Your mom will keep your father satisfied.” It was one of the conditions put to her – she had reluctantly agreed, but promised to never enjoy any other but him. Joey did not care if she enjoyed sex with anyone else but him, had nodded in agreement. Already he had realized that the allusion of reality, of normalcy needed to be kept. That would not change the fact that the woman was now his for the asking … hell, any woman was his for his every desire.
Still seeing that insistent bulge in his best friends pants, Joey broke the thick silence with an offer, “I have a deal for you?” An overwhelming urge to preserve this friendship hit Joey. With the new power that the devil had given him, women may come and go but friendship should not be forsaken.
Zack looked up but did not say a word.
“I will give you Kris but your mother is mine?” The finality of his words surprised the teenage boy but now that he fully realized his intent he found no regret.
Joey held his breath as his friend just looked upon him blankly.
“‘Give’ me Kris?” Joey had not been the only one sexually fascinated with Kris these last years. At odd, and rare, times in the past, Zack had voiced his lust for his older sibling. Once, even, revealing that he often ‘borrowed’ his sisters soiled underwear to jerk off too. So, this offer from Joey was not totally baseless – not such a shot in the dark.
Joey could not hold back his triumphant smile, “Do you still doubt me Zack?”
Joey saw the bulge in his friends pants jerk and knew he would never forget this day.
“No, I don’t doubt you any more Joey.”
Both teenagers shared a look and a ever-widening smile.
That very night Joey lay in bed, staring at the shadows upon the ceiling of his room, contemplating the last day. His lust for Kris, his numerous erotic fantasies of her, contributing to his acceptance of a wish from the devil himself. Then at the end of the day, simply trading her off to his best friend for the sibling’s mother.
Kris has looked disappointed for a moment until Joey had growled in anger at her – telling her to do what he ordered. Then she disrobed at his command, whimpering her apologies, promises to try to do her best … for him. Then he brought Zack in – the brother and older sister shared a long look before Zack rushed forward and threw Kris on the bed. Joey had watched only for a moment as his best friend fumbled with his pants even as he lay between his sisters thin very sexy thighs her eyes looking at him over her brothers fumbling shoulder as if wanting his approval never then.
And now, after the day was over, there was no regret. If he ever wanted Kris, she would always be available – his new found power would assure that. No, it was the memory of that fabulous first fuck that was regenerating his cock – the mature fuck that he would forever remember and cherish.
Still, the outcome of the day still surprised him and he wondered what other surprises the days ahead would hold?
Sara kept looking over toward her brother, throughout the meal, trying to constantly catch his eye. She looked both hopeful and lustfully toward her twin brother. She had even taken extra time in her appearance this morning – wanting to please her twin brother even in this simple way.
Joey smiled at his sister but otherwise did not encourage her.
It was his mother that he looked at now. What had happened the day before was the reason for this sudden new interest. She noticed as well but only smiled sweetly at her son’s attention if more frequently than was required – not discouraging or encouraging. Though the teenage boy saw that his parent spent a lot of time posing with in various positions for him – she did this almost naturally and he wondered if she even realized she was doing it. From straightening her shoulders that thrust out her chest, to bending over at the waist so that her bottom faced her son, she was a different woman than the strict parent he had always known. When she bent over towards her son, just slightly, enough to look down her blouse to admire her cleavage, mother simply looked up at her son and smiled sweetly.
Sara and Joey’s father noticed nothing between son and mother – his head in the paper or drinking his coffee. A typical morning for him. Yet between brother and sister, a sexual tension and mother and son pleasant love-filled looks.
Eventually the old man had left for his office, Sara leaned over the breakfast table when her mother’s back was turned to them cleaning up the breakfast dishes, and whispered to her brother, “I want you Joey… ?”
He reached over and touched her cheek tenderly and whispered back, “And what about Beth?”
Sara looked very puzzled, Beth was her best friend but what had she to do with how she was feeling for her brother and what lay between his legs.
Joey continued, “I would like you to seduce her for me.”
Sara’s first emotion was disappointment.
Her brother caught it and continued, “After I watch you two I will fuck you Sara.” He understood this was what she desired most – if he would grant it to her.
The wide smile upon her face confirmed her agreement but their mother turned and further conversation was halted.
“Mom?”
“Yes honey?” She stopped and gave her son her full attention, something she rarely found time for. But of course, Joey knew, everything was now different.
Joey let his gaze travel slowly down and then back up her body, letting her see her son’s interest in her. “How about you and I stay home today – have some mom-son time?”
Susan’s face was bright red with embarrassment; feeling her son’s eyes upon her as if a physical touch – her daughter looking between her brother and mother with a small knowing smile. The most startling thing was that his attention, his eyes upon her, his request, actually excited her like a physical blow.
“I… ?”
Joey smiled, having seen the obvious affect he was having upon her. “When was the last time you and I had time alone mom?”
“Its… ?” Susan now looked between her daughter and son, realizing that she would do anything for him – and it scared her. The answer to his question obvious, years.
Without looking toward his sister, Joey said, “Isn’t it time you went to school Sara?”
Sara was watching her mother humorously, “It sure is.”
“Why don’t you go to Beth’s after school – stay for supper?”
“Thats just what I was thinking Joey.” She stood up quickly and before she sped from the kitchen called over her shoulder, “Have fun mom!”
Susan just stood there, both her hands wringing the dish towel fiercely – red of face and nipples painfully hard. Was this embarrassment from feeling excited at her son’s interest, or that her daughter had been witness?
Suddenly she was alone with her son and the air felt as if was thick enough to cut. The minutes dragged by and not a word or movement from either mother or son before Joey asked light hearted, “Anything wrong mom?”
Strangely she was so nervous she could not find the words but had to nod her head negatively. A thick swallow as she rubbed the sweat from her palms on her skirt covered thighs, she knew there was something wrong.
“Why don’t you put that towel down mom and lets go into the living room and chat?”
“Can I call the office and tell them I won’t be in today?”
“Thats a great idea mom.”
She did not hesitate to let the dish towel drop to the floor at her feet and then turned toward a phone on the wall. It was strange how her hands trembled and Susan had trouble dialing the correct number.
It was the largest room in the house, with marble shelves above the huge fireplace, expensive couch and chairs, large skylights and wide windows. It was bright and open and it was the one room in the house that Joey wanted to prove his mastery over his own mother.
That was what this was all about, more so than sexuality. It turned him on fiercely that even his own mother would do anything he wanted and she would love it. He wanted to possess her. It was a dominance that was never contemplated until last night – owning his own parent. As he had seen with Mrs. Simmons, he wanted his mother to look at him in that way – as if he were a god.
Joey did love her, of course – what he contemplated now had nothing to do with that – he just wanted control their relationship from this moment forwards, that his own mother would be submissive to his any wish.
Then there was the fact of his pleasure of the parent rather than the daughter from the day before. He found the voluptuous mature body of Mrs. Simmons strangely more seductive, more appealing that her daughter Kris. It was also more forbidden – dominating and fucking a older wife and mother so that she worshipped his every act. Though there was other middle-aged women he desired out there, namely his teacher and the pastor’s wife, what could be more forbidden and delicious than to submit your own mother for your pleasure?
He sat down immediately in the middle of the wide white couch and before his mom had a chance to sit across in the chair, he nodded for her to sit down next to him. She did not hesitate but neither could she met her son’s eyes – she was obviously nervous.
Just as the proper lady she had always done, his mother sat down with back straight, shoulders back, knees together and seated on the edge of the couch. Her hands automatically smoothed down the tops of her skirt, over her thighs. This gave her son time to appraise his mother yet again. She was not tall, being rather short like her twins, but her slim frame gave the appearance of height. Susan had small breasts that her son had never seen unhindered by a brassier. She had slim hips but a tiny waist so she did not have a boyish figure by any stretch of the imagination. Long slim legs, soft well formed thighs, tiny ankles and feet – she always wore dresses to work and her son guessed she understood this to be her most obvious attraction. Her age, and added weight of age, showed in her backside – her ass bordering on large, especially in conjunction with her overall small size. It jutted out from her back and moved with precision as she walked.
“I wanted to tell you what I discovered yesterday mom.”
She swallowed loudly and then turned her face to look at her son, but still could not meet his eyes and stared at his knees instead.
“I had the chance to loose my virginity with the most beautiful woman that god created and I gave her up for her mom.”
Susan groaned uncontrollably when she heard her son say the word ‘virginity’ but gasped loudly when he said ‘mom’.
“What I had learnt was that I liked older chicks.” His hand reached out and lay itself gently upon her woollen skirt-covered thigh. “And who is sexier than my own mom?” In truth, Joey considered Mrs. Simmons more attractive than his mother yet the erotic knowledge that he could possess his own mother at any time had a more profound sexual affect upon him.
Susan did not move or say a word – a part of her consciousness tried to fight this new passion welling up within her, but both mother and son knew the impossibility denying him anything.
Joey smiled faintly, which his mother could not see, staring at his knees as she was, but he knew that even his own parent had no defence against this power he had over women. In truth he had held little in the way of passion for his mother – at least as a sexual object – until he contemplated the state of his affairs last night. Yes he had appraised her physical assets more than on one occasion but that was simply as the admiring gaze of a horny teenage boy – and though his sight was focused on his mothers legs or ass, her body could have belonged to anyone. It had simply been the close proximity of a feminine form that caught his eye. At least until last night, when he realized that she was more, her body held a forbidden promise that he sought without guilt. Joey’s world seemed broader now, as if he owned each and every woman within it – which, he now believed, he did. So why doesn’t he start with the woman he loved most in the world, his own mother?
Laying in bed last night, remembering the passion that Mrs. Simmons delivered despite his surprise, he thought of her sexy soft curves and started to compare those with his mothers slim sexy lines. The rest came easy to one that knew that no woman could deny him. And in his euphoria over this new power over women, he actually thought his mother would benefit from a sexual affair with him. Look at the passion that Zack’s mother had experienced, the newfound pleasure in her life, the spark of youthful passion. Joey considered his mother deserving of at least the same, if not more considerations.
Afterwards, Mrs. Simmons had whispered to Joey about her passionless life – the lack of pleasure, the missing spark of being a woman. In truth Joey only understood one thing from her lengthy dissertation, that she had never experienced anything like what she felt with Joey and that she was willing to do anything to not loose it.
This was what he wanted from his mother, to lay naked and exhausted after a vigorous fuck and listen to her praise and worship her only son – to be willing to give anything up for him. This need was almost more powerful than the sexual desires that fueled it, it was almost primitive to prove to his parent his ability to care for himself as well as her, to prove to her he was now a man and not a child.
Joey slowly pulled up the hem of her knee-length skirt with soft movements of only two fingers and a thumb. Slowly those nylon clad thighs appeared looking very inviting to the young man and he slipped his hand firmly over them, enjoying the new intimate touch between mother and son.
Susan was frozen from moving, daring barely to breath, as her eyes locked on a spot on the marble table before her.
Casually, her son asked what would have been impossible to ask only two days before, “When was the last time you and dad fucked mom?”
Susan shivered from her shoulders down to her buttocks before she answered, “A few weeks ago.” She was embarrassed, her cheeks heating up.
Almost sadly Joey asked, “And when was the last time you orgasmed?”
She did not hesitate but her voice sounded incredibly small in the large striking room, “A couple of days ago.”
“You masturbated of course?” He hated that word but Joey didn’t know what to call it when a woman ‘jerked off’.
A small voice, almost a child’s, “Yes.”
Casually now, as if this were a normal every-day conversation between a mother and her child, “How often do you masturbate mom?” His hand, now, was forcing open and possessively fondling the inside of her thigh, from knee to just below her crotch. It was softer than her thin shapely legs suggested.
“Two or three times a week.” She had never spoken about her most intimate bodily actions to anyone, never imagined she would be doing so with her son.
“Well mom, when I am done with you today I expect you to orgasm at least five times with me inside you.” Joey could not keep the triumphant bravado out of his voice. He wanted to see that god-like devotion in his mothers gaze, wanted to hear her exhausted pleasure echo throughout their home. She had worked too many years, putting on a stern but fair face while her husband worked and travelled constantly. Her son wanted his parent to rediscover pleasure to see the majesty of awareness as it became apparent that it was only her son, his cock, that could deliver it. For that, he would do any amount of effort to achieve it.
Her eyes were wide in surprise and disbelief as she now looked at her son for the first time since breakfast. He was smiling confidently and triumphantly that caused her to begin trembling from her shoulders to her knees.
“Now lean over and kiss me properly!”
His mother did not hesitate. She couldn’t, he recalled with pleasure.
Like a coiled spring Susan lunged forward and with an open mouth found her child’s waiting. Even before they touched lips, she was groaning in unrestrained pleasure.
The burst of need from his parent startled him, making him realize the truth of his assumption that his mother needed love and passion in her life as badly as Mrs. Simmons had revealed. Her hands cradled her son’s face as her wide open mouth engulfed him. She rolled over to straddle his lap so that her skirt rose nearly to her buttocks and began to press her covered crotch into her son.
His hands went for her enlarged ass, wanting to feel that fleshy round protrusion anxiously, grasping it beneath her woolen skirt just above her nylon and panty. Susan groaned with desperate need and whimpered, “Oh god honey!” When his hands dug for the tops of the elastic of her underwear her own hands desperately dug between them to release her son.
Joey had barely gotten her nylon and panty over the thrust of her big soft warm ass before he felt her cool hand grasping his hardness. Without waiting another second, his mother rose above him and aimed expertly before shoving herself down.
His cock tasted the hot wetness as the parental body engulfed him. At that every second, their loins clashing together unseen between them, that Susan took her mouth from her son and leaned back to let a gasp that quickly turned into a scream out – her body clenching then convulsing in orgasm.
Joey watched amazed, his hands holding onto his mother by her big bare ass – the strength and power of her reaction delighting him. Half a minute after she pulled her mouth from his, she fell forwards with all her weight to lay exhausted above him – her sudden power climax overwhelming her.
With a throbbing cock deep within the hottest sexiest furnace, Joey forced himself to be patient though he could not keep the triumphant smile from his lips. Even the loss of his soul, he thought, would have been worth this moment. The oddest thing was, the boy chuckled to himself, was that they were both still, technically, dressed.
She was sweaty, her clothing clinging to her warm flesh – her normally carefully kept hair a mess, her clothing wrinkled and irrelevant. It was as if she were in a fever, a wild primitive virus that had taken hold of her senses.
It was some minutes, every second a treasure to her only son, before Joey tightened the muscles of his crotch causing his penis to jerk within his mother’s sexy tunnel. Susan came aware slowly, lifting her face where it had been laying on her son’s shoulder. With a hoarse whisper she apologized, “Oh honey, you are still hard?” Her big ass began to rotate slowly coming alive in his hands so that a delicious movement was felt throughout his cock.
Slowly her energy returned and mother began to raise and lower that ass, while continuing to rotate it, so that his eyes rolled up into the back of his head with pleasure. Mother kissed her son with less desperation than earlier, an open sloppy slow kiss that was somehow more loving than her son could guess a kiss could be.
When his middle finger touched her tightly closed sweaty wrinkled anus accidentally, his mother moaned and moved that perfect ass with an energy that echoed their first couplings several minutes earlier. Joey remembered witnessing Mrs. Simmons pleasure herself, how sexy that looked, so that his next touch of his mother’s rectum was anything but accidental.
Mother groaned, her eyes smiling as she looked at her son in surprise, before coming up from their kiss long enough to whisper, “You naughty boy!” The finger slowly pressed itself in and out of the thigh muscle until it was to the third knuckle.
The son realized his mother was trying to give him pleasure, thanking him for the orgasm she had already experienced but that wish was being overshadowed by her own rising excitement. Joey held his climax, thanking the devil for giving him this unasked for gift, as he watched his mother’s pleasure rise.
She was not as loud this time and her body convulsed more than it had stiffened like a board as before, but her eyes widened with the pleasure and realization that her son was filling her body with his incestuous seed. A final kiss, a slowly passionate tongue and saliva swap that left her smiling and breathless.
Tenderly Susan rolled off her son’s lap, the opposite direction she had taken when she mounted him. She was feeling so good, exhausted with limbs and muscles barely working, her mind in a fog and her sex and anus throbbing delightfully and she never felt better. Mother sat there catching her breath looking at her son in awe, her eyes could not be wider, never knowing him before this day, never realizing what a gift lay within her own house and never knowing it. It was like experiencing sex for the first time, as if her own son had taken her virgin cherry! How could she face her life now without remembering, without needing him again? How insignificant her marriage and her work and even her church was now!
“Thank you my love!”
His smiling face finally turned towards her, her heart fluttering like a school girl’s to have him look at her like that. God she loved him!
With a smirk Joey looked at his exhausted and pleased mother and said playfully, “That was two mom – we have three more to go!”
A shocked and unbelieving smile spread over her face as her soon took her hand and lead her exhausted trembling body up off the couch of her living room.
When was the last time she stood in a shower naked with a man? The weeks after her wedding day perhaps?
Joey had her spread wide, hands high above her head on the cool water-slick tiles, her feet spread wider than her shoulders as he knelt behind his mother. She was gasping and moaning as her son inspected her, touched her so intimately and casually that it shocked and titillated her.
They had retired to her room, her marriage bed she recalled almost uncaring, and removed each others clothing slowly and enjoying every centimeter of flesh exposed. It was thrilling and each had looked silently on the other with lust. With unashamed delight, Susan was surprised that her son found her middle-aged pale thin body attractive. She hadn’t felt pretty since the days before her kids were born, hadn’t seen a head turn to appraise her in a way that she had taken for granted as a teenager but had somehow come to miss into her middle years. That the man who could give her so much pleasure thought her pretty, sexy even, was a treasure that swelled her heart as well as heated her sex.
The shower was his idea, asked tentatively so that Susan recalled her new love was only sixteen years-old, she had quickly agreed, anxious to make him happy but also because the idea excited her. Nothing seemed to matter to her more than to make Joey happy. It was only yesterday that she had looked on her son differently, had seen something within him that sparked her interest and caused her to want to learn more. But it was this morning that Susan discovered that her true soul mate in this world was her only son. The strength of her passion had surprised her – having had a mediocre sex drive in hear early years and only increasing these last couple of years, while her husbands had dropped next to nothing. Never before had she submitted heart, soul and body to a lover before and now that she did it never felt so right.
Having been placed in this position her son had barked, “Don’t move!” It was the first time she had heard her son use this voice, had heard the strength and dominance and zero-tolerance in those two words. She froze in that exposed position, fearful of disappointing her lover, determined to stay in that spot until Joey gave her permission to move.
While standing there he had soaped up her body from behind, missing not a centimeter – even the oddly thrilling places that should embarrass her, between her toes and under her arms. He paid particular attention to her chest, her vagina as well as her bottom. For long minutes, not so unlike torture, his wonderfully strong hands roamed freely over her person – selfishly exploring her person before his attention centered to that place between her spread legs. Kneeling behind her overly large bottom, and she fought her own self-conscious hate of that part of her body, he had pried apart her cheeks and inspected her, touched her as intimately as a doctor before inserting fingers into both her holes experimentally, his face a breath away.
Had anyone ever so patiently inspected her in this way? Never, of that she was sure. Her son pulled, twisted, and poked her vagina and her anus testing her body, inserting himself and withdrawing. Looking over her shoulder, Susan saw him lick his finger that had just come out of her vagina, saw the spark of pleasure in his eyes at the taste – her body trembled pleased that her lover thought her sexual taste so appealing.
Pulling her by the hips so that her back arched and her bottom thrust towards her child, he had leaned down and arched his head back to bring his mouth to her hot sensitive sex. Susan had fantasied about a lover wrapping his mouth around her sex while his tongue slipped into her body but had never experienced it until this moment. A gasp and a guttural groan was her only response, her heels coming off the slippery tub so she stood on her toes and her calves bunching and her thighs tightening.
The mother and wife would have orgasmed right then and there but her son was not concerned with her pleasure at that moment and was simply experimenting. With a groan of loss the mouth retreated, a lengthy pause and she knew her child was visually inspecting her most private of places.
Two hands spread the big fleshy cheeks of her over-sized ass roughly and she wondered what was coming next before that mouth and that long sexy thick tongue shoved into her virgin anus. Her whole person vibrated and an animal groan escaped from her throat. Her ass hole had been her most secret erogenous zone – having always thought it dirty and evil. Her husband had certainly never touched her there, yet she often manipulated it in some fashion in her self-pleasure. It had thrilled her beyond words when her new lover had inserted his finger into her bottom sending a thrill through ever part of her body but the new sensation of his tongue shoved unceremoniously into her was nothing less than majestic.
Joey listened to his mother grunt and groan like an animal and tried hard to ignore it – he was enjoying himself, touching, tasting and viewing that which he had never been so closely intimate with before. She was thrusting her hips back and forth upon his tongue even as he slipped his hand between her widened full thighs. The finger sunk into her cunt with ease, the passage slippery and hot so that he knew it was not simply the warm water of the shower that caused the easy passage. It was a thrill experiencing this impossible situation, his finger moving in and out of his mother’s cunt as his tongue did the same to her ass hole.
She was swooning and swaying in time to the invasion of finger and tongue, approaching the climax that had hovered on the horizon since her son had stripped her of her clothing.
Like a wave of pleasure, her mind exploded in yet another impossibly powerful orgasm and she felt her mind leave her body as it tensed then jerked again and again.
Mere minutes later she was kneeling in her tub, her son’s gorgeous penis moving in and out of her mouth as she sucked him lovingly. This was Joey’s alter, where she wished to pray at wherever he gave her the chance.
In her middle-aged fantasies, Susan imagined servicing a man in this way – selfishly giving her love so that she may pleasure him. It was wrong, she knew, on so many levels but perhaps that was why it felt so wickedly delicious. One of her hands held his small hard ass, the other between his legs to grasp those pendulous balls as her child thrust in and out of her mouth.
It took only a few moments until she heard the tell-tale sounds, felt the muscle in her mouth stiffen and enlarge as if pausing before the inevitable.
Joey fought to keep his eyes on his wet mother kneeling before him, her eyes tightly closed and her lips stretched over his angry looking red cock. She moaned even as he started to jerk and shoot her pleasure causing more of his how it reverberated his dick. Even over the sound of the shower he heard his mother swallow loudly and hungrily, watching her cheeks sink as she gulped her son’s ejaculate like a professional.
Finally she opened her eyes, letting the deflating dick slip past her slimy lips, as she stared in to her eyes and smiled broadly in response to her son’s obvious pleasure. There was nothing but total love and devotion in her gaze.
Mother wore an apron and hummed a song as her hips swayed back and forth, frequently looking over her shoulder to catch her son watching her backside move seductively back and forth. She made her son’s favourite lunch, pea soup with grilled cheese sandwiches.
She was in this post-climatic high that she rarely experienced any longer. In fact she felt fantastic! She had a man who loved and desired her, one that she trusted explicitly and who sat staring at her with ill-conceived desire. Had never felt so loved, so in love. Never before had sex been so primal and strong, so unreserved and submissive before – and she loved it! Its like she awoke when her first orgasm exploded within her with the invasion of her own child’s dick into her sacred person.
They sat across from the other and ate their lunch with small understanding looks and private smiles. Only when Susan felt playful did she ask what she dearly wanted to know, “Who was it you lost your virginity too honey?”
He did not seem embarrassed or reserved in the least at the question, “It was Mrs. Simmon’s, Zack’s mom.”
That surprised her. While friends with the slightly older woman, she would have thought her daughter Kris would have been more interesting to her son. Oddly, she thought, there was not a second of jealousy – her son was with her today, and for that gift she thanked god and prayed that he would continue to want to make love to her. “She is a pretty woman.”
Joey smiled broadly, his eyes clouding over momentarily so that his mother knew he recalled his time with the curvy middle-aged woman. Strangely she wished she could have witnessed that event – wanting to share in the joy of her son’s first time with a woman. “You don’t think it odd that it wasn’t Kris?”
She thought for a second before answering, “I suppose you had your reasons honey?”
He nodded, “I had my chance with Kris but when both were available, I would have rather had her mom. Perhaps”, he winked at his mom, “I prefer older women?”
Her face could not have smiled more broadly, “Luckily for me!”
They laughed before her stopped and soberly stated, “I want to fuck you again mother?”
Her smile did not fade but her laughter quickly disappeared, “Where do you want me my love?”
She was naked again, kneeling in the middle of her marriage bed, shoulders and face pressed into the bed as her sexy son knelt behind her. That hard delicious penis was thrusting roughly in and out of her tender sex – numerous rapid thrusts before he would stop.
Susan whined with need as her son rubbed his hands up her spine to grasp her head of hair and yank it viciously back, arching her back and pulling her ass into his lap.
He had done this again and again, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm but stopping just before it became inevitable. To the point that her need was almost primitive, her mind clouding as her body become unraveled and desperate. A thumb was fulling submerged in her anus, her ass burned where his he had spanked her earlier – each time he stopped the torture only became worse for her, a sexual height that insanity seemed to lay.
She heard herself whimper, plead for her lover to give her release, pray to god to let her come. Instead Joey chuckled evilly, enjoying his mother’s descent into madness.
When he thrust, he did so almost violently that took away her breath and drove her face viciously into the pillow and headboard. Her whole body slapped and jerked at each slap of their flesh, her sex sloppily accepting that energetic teenage cock almost greedily.
Just when she thought she would go mad, that the lust could not get any stronger, her son never stopped his trusts and mere seconds later she was screaming loudly as her body lost control and she climaxed until she blacked out.
Reason returned seconds later as her son was easing her onto her back, having disengaged in her helplessness. She felt him move above her on the bed and slowly opened her eyes to see him kneeling above her, slippery cock in hand as he fisted it rapidly.
What he was about to do shocked her, titillated her – even in her wildest fantasies she never considered what her son was about to do. The woman from two days before would have been disgusted, calling the act a degradation of the woman. Now she wanted nothing but to feel his scalding sperm rain down on her face, wanted him to see her weary sweaty face with splats of his ejaculate as proof of her desire and love for him.
With a grunt he started to shoot his seed, he watched as his mom opened her mouth to catch the odd shot even as her eyes sparkled and locked onto his shooting crown. It went everywhere on the flesh of her face, into the edge of her messy head of hair even all over her pillow and throat.
Finished he slipped down to lay next to his mom, who simply sat watching him with a content smile, her face lewdly creamed, wearing the seed as a badge of pride.
Chuckling at how delicious this day had gone, Joey used his finger to seek out the thick gobs of come and feed it to his smiling mother.
They lay together in her son’s bed for much of the afternoon, realizing that the end of the afternoon would end when the rest of the family returned home. Joey and Susan talked, almost as if the first time – unrestrained and open.
Susan told of her sexual development – about her first time masturbating, about listening to her parents having sex in the next room, about the boy next door that she teased with innocent strip-teases, and the first time she jerked her boyfriend off so that he would not demand more from her. She told her son the fantasies of her middle aged that kept her sane – romantic couplings on a beach, faceless men forcing themselves upon her. She told him of her lonely marriage, how she was secretly bitter at the church and her husband for growing old alone and unsatisfied.
He told her about his twin, about that first blow job, and how she had went off to seduce her best friend with a smile on her face. He told his mom about Zack and Kris, about his plans to seduce his teacher and the pastor’s wife.
His mom listened without judgement, cuddling with her naked son while her hands fondled his delicious teenage body. When they went silent he slipped into slumber leaving her looking at her wonderful new lover. She sat like that for over an hour, enjoying how his chest rose and fell slowly, how his eyes moved behind his lids and how his nostrils flared infrequently – when Susan thought of a wicked idea that came straight from her fantasies.
Still sleeping Joey moaned and tensed his hips thrusting himself upwards. Something warm and moist was moving ever so slowly over his incredibly hard penis. Awareness came next and seconds later he smiled even as his hands slipped down to grasp his mom’s messy head of hair and he slowly opened his eyes to see her eyes bright and mischievous looking back at him.
She had confessed to little experience with sucking a cock, swallowing the sperm earlier that afternoon had been her first time. Joey certainly enjoyed it, as he had every mouth that had gone down on him, his mother seemed to apply suction with constant movement. A technique that was achieving its results.
Numerous minutes later he gently eased his mother’s face from his crotch, her eyes opening wide and looking at him as if to ask ‘what can I do for you’. With chaos of flesh and creaking of his small bed, he was above his mother, between her slim thighs. He engulfed her tiny hard nipple for a full minute before moving higher and slipping himself into her cunt.
Susan’s eyes immediately rolled back into her head as her body seemed to attach itself to her son – her legs locked behind his buttocks, her arms about his neck, fiercely holding on. His youthful hips begin to dance back and forth, with smooth long motions that drove himself in and out of his mothers wet hot flesh.
Mother and son fucked liked this for some minutes, her panting loudly while his breathing became laboured. When he shifted his position, her watched him like a babe in the cradle as he placed her calves on his shoulders so that her bare feet sat by each of his ears. Then he returned to fucking, faster and harder this time so that his bed creaked and bounced, his mother slapping hard against him at each thrust. They kissed passionately, sloppily, she sucking on his tongue while being bent almost in half. Her earlier panting had turned to grunts and moans as her son fucked her with the energy and enthusiasm of youth.
Joey sat up on his hands, pounding his hips again and again down into his mother, the sloppy sounds of their joining echoing through his messy small room. Her eyes opened and with the threat of rolling back into her head, she looked at him with a god-like awe that caused him to smile triumphantly.
His thrusts were accelerating, getting harder. Mother and son sweating and grunting in exertion, loudly moaning and gasping with open mouths sucking for breath.
With the gift from that darned squirrel, Joey timed his release with his mothers. Aggressively shoving himself in and out of middle-aged sexy body until she was again, for the fifth time that day, forced to the edge of her explosion.
It was the best fuck of her life – accompanied by the best orgasm.
Susan would forever remember this moment and know without a doubt that her son and her were made for each other, that no two people can have intercourse so exquisitely and so perfectly timed that it must have had divine help.
Mother squealed and thrashed beneath her son as he jerked and loudly groaned like an animal. Her sex clenched then fluttered as his pumped and pumped and pumped a tremendous load of hot delicious sperm into her depths.
They eventually relaxed, her legs falling down to the bed, and lay still joined for numerous minutes – kissing and sharing intimate looks. She whispered her love, her pledge to do whatever it took to make him happy. He smiled for her gently and kissed her back before rolling off her.
“Can you like me clean mother?”
She scrambled on weary limbs to lay across the bed to take him into her mouth. The flavour was proof o their love and passion, and she loved it – would forever remember how the mixture signified this amazing day.
Then her son stood an dismissed her with a wave and a command, “Go get cleaned up mom, dad will be home soon.”
Zack and Joey sat on either side of the wood fire and spoke in amused hushed tones – as if the dark woods surrounding them were listening to their teenage lust-filled stories. It was only a week before that Joey had camped a few hundred meters from here and had been visited in the middle of the night by a talking squirrel. The days, and nights, since that eventful conversation had been filled with female bodies, passion filled whimpers and humble begging voices – their conquests.
Zack knew that his good fortune was linked directly to Joey – what had been given freely could also be taken away, and that the teenage boy would not freely give up what he had not found. Their relationship had changed, reversed really – with Zack taking the backseat to his friend. In the last week his sister, Joey’s twin sister and her best friend had given him more sexual experience than any bragging jock in the shower room could think of. Three teenage girls, in various combinations, for his every desire – he had sated himself again and again on their hard youthful bodies. This, though, paled against Joey’s own experiences.
This trip, away from those sexy female toys, was a temporary diversion away from demands of pleasuring the women they desired closest to them. For Zack it was the three teen girls, the four of them often camping out upon pillows in his basement. And for Joey, it was one or both of their mothers, for next week he intended to include his teacher and the pastor’s wife.
Around the fire, the bragging stories turned to other women, other potential conquests – both young and old the boys had known in their lives. The conversation not unlike other times in the past that they had spoken this way, except this time it was for real and not simply a wishful fantasy. Zack thinking of the hottest looking girls in their school – Joey often thinking of the middle-aged women in their neighbourhood or their teachers.
Just as the two teen boys were rolling out their bedrolls and crawling into the sleeping bags, they both laughed at their fathers, the weary smiles the old men constantly wore now. Joey had seen that no one was left out of the pleasure that was available – as the wives went to great lengths to please their middle-aged husband’s dicks. Keeping them sexually satisfied so they were too weary to consider the impossibility of this new reality. Zack even voicing his thoughts about having the daughters service their fathers so that if the husbands ever found out about their wives and daughters sexual fascinations, nay submission, to their sons they could have nought to say about it. Joey did not like the thought of it – felt wrong – and only commented that he would think about it.
The squirrel stood just as it had a week before, just inside the opened zipper of the tent. Humorously, after Joey sat up on his elbows and recognized the little fella, it spoke, “Had a good week Joey?”
Still not fully awake, Joey exclaimed stupidly, “Its you!”
“If you were a little younger I may have been the tooth fairy!” The little rodent put its paws to its round hairy belly as it laughed at his own joke. Quickly it calmed down its black little eyes looking intently at the teenage boy. “I told you I would be back.”
Joey had no idea what to say, but gone was his belief that this was all a dream – simply too much has happened. “Uh … thanks.”
“Your welcome. And thank you!”
Joey shook the sleep from his head and wondered why the squirrel had thanked him, “Thanks for what?” Something down in his gut started to tighten – worry returning to his heart. What he feared most, suddenly, was losing the pleasure he had gained in the last week.
“For the soul … of course!”
The sixteen year old boy could not say a word for several seconds and the devil was uncharacteristically quiet as it waited for a response. “My … soul? I thought my soul was in no danger?”
The squirrel laughed again, to itself, “It wasn’t … at least not from the wish or anything I had done. Nope, the loss of your soul is all your own doing.”
Joey sat up suddenly, his head hitting the top of the tent as he half-shouted, “What!”
“Your actions Joey – not the wish – helped in selecting the eventual path of your soul.”
The silence was thick when the squirrel started to shuffle, as if anxious to go. “I gave you one little present as well; no, don’t worry you still can ‘control any woman’, a deal is a deal, but you will never be able to sleep again without seeing the hell you will eventually end up.”
A flash of the dreams the squirrel had promised suddenly filled the teenagers vision and Joey screamed out in terror and jerked up into a sitting position.
“Joey!”
Zack had a hand on each of Joey’s shoulders and was roughly shaking him, “Its only a dream Joey … its only a dream!”
Joey looked around, the squirrel was no where to be seen, but the memory of that image in his dream caused a shiver up his spin.
Joey felt like crying.
THE END