章節 3115: POWER
Foreplay: This is something new for me, so my apologies if it doesn't work for you. You have the choice of endings - either one or the other takes place, not both of them. Either sister or mother takes Brendan's virginity - its up to you.
It could have happened on any street, in any town and in any country, indeed I was sure that it often did - perhaps much more than was reported to local cops. OK, you read about it in the local press and sometimes, if serious enough, in the national redtop newspapers. This time however it happened in my home town and on a street where I was biking home from my mate's house, early evening on a mild October day.
An elderly lady, laden with two carrier bags full of food, was making her way slowly towards the bus stop when two young lads stopped her, asking her if she knew the time - I know this from what she told me later. Of course it was an excuse. They started pushing her, making her drop her bags then they demanded her purse - containing her weekly pension, she told me - hitting her as she stubbornly refused.
I dropped my bike and quickly ran to help her. The kids - only 11 or 12 years old I guess - ran off, but not before pushing her roughly to the ground. I had the choice of chasing the two on my bike but they darted up a narrow alley between two shops. I decided to help the old lady, easing her up to sit then stand, trying my hardest to console her and check she was OK.
"Thank you very much," she said. "All the money I possess is in my purse." It was then she explained about drawing her meagre weekly pension from the in-store ATM, money that would pay her bills, her gas and electricity tokens, her other necessities for the week ahead. She was in shock, clinging to my arm until her breathing returned to normal.
"It was all I could do," I said, "It's a pity they ran off so quickly, though I was more concerned that you had been hurt."
"Thankfully only my dignity," she replied, "And I really must repay you." She pulled her purse from her zipped coat pocket, opening it and offering me a £10 note."
"That's very kind of you," I said, "But you need it more than me." That was true, for even though I wasn't working and myself relied on social security job seeker handouts, she needed her food, heat and other basics.
She probably looked older than she was. Age-wizened face, hair above her lip and on her chin, an ugly blackhead, dark brown half rotted teeth, shabby worn out clothes and shoes and stooped forward from arthritis told a story of a hard, poor life probably home alone in a small, dingy apartment.
I picked up my bike and her two laden carrier bags and walked with her to where the bus would take her home. We chatted for a short while and as the bus appeared in the the distance she offered me money again. I politely refused.
"But I must give you a gift for your selflessness and kindness," she insisted, then before I had chance to react she grabbed my balls through my pants with one hand and covered my eyes with the other. "Power," she said simply, then let go, picked up her bags and motioned the bus to stop.
"What ...?" I began to say but by the time I'd recovered from the flash of crippling pain she had mounted the bus and was on her way. 'What a bitch,' I thought, 'What a way to repay my kindness.' For an old lady, she had a grip like a Stillson wrench.
I mounted my bike carefully, the pain slowly ebbing away, wondering afterwards why the lady hadn't shopped earlier when more people would have been around. Fortunately the pain didn't last and by the time I was a few streets nearer home the pain was gone. What replaced it though was a kind of ... what? A kind of gentle warmth, a trickle of odd pulses, vibrations; hell it felt like ... like ... like my sister's vibrator that she'd left carelessly in the bathroom one day. I left it alone thinking she'd remember exactly where she'd placed it next to her panties. Panties? Oh yes, my sister is an ace untidy bitch. Luckily for me, oh yes, despite mum's cajoling, big sister Vanessa either leaves stuff scattered on her room carpet or bra, panties and wet towels strewn on the bathroom floor tiles until mum shifts them. My resistance was weak that day and after all of 15 seconds I picked up vibrator and panties.
"You have a brother and a father," mum preached tirelessly and pointlessly because Vanessa rarely listened. "Do you want your panties soaked in cum?" Mum never took any time to come to the point - she was as blunt as a lump of putty. Sexual terminology was never spared; if the phrase "soaked in cum" sufficed then mum knew there was no confusion in Vanessa's mind. Nor did mum skip telling Vanessa that she'd put her vibrator away in her bedside drawer where it belonged.
"As long as that's the closest they get to me, I don't care," big sister would answer, "And don't you ever use yours in the shower?" was Vanessa's one time answer before a very sarcastic reply came from mum's lips. That was the last time I ever saw that piece of energised, polished plastic in the bathroom.
It was only then I realised I'd been barely half concentrating on riding my bike safely through the streets home. Luckily the streets were quiet on that now chilling October evening. Hell, I was rock solid. If my cock had been able to steer it would have done. Past sunset and autumn evenings soon cooled but I was feeling a warmth radiating from my groin. Had that old woman squeezed so hard as to induce a reddening? I didn't know, nor could I get my sister's scent - the imagined scent in my nostrils - to disappear. My brain had honed in on it and memories of the combination of sis's vibrator and my nose glued to that small, fantastically scented piece of gusset cotton just would not go away.
A dog running into the road switched off my auto pilot. The sudden need to swerve and brake brought me back to reality. Thankfully by the time I reached home my love pole was in its normal state of rest.
"Oh, you're back," was Nessie's greeting. Vanessa hated being nick-named after the famous Scottish creature.
"Chill, sis," I snarled, looking her straight in her eyes, "Go to your room and frig yourself."
"Now you two," said mum, "Why can't you be friends for at least five minutes?"
"With him?" snarled Vanessa, "Wannabe ruler of the world?" referring to my passion for world dominance video games. "Anyway, I think I will go upstairs, out of his way."
I faced up to her again, nose almost against nose, "Yes, go frig yourself silly and don't forget to leave your sopping wet panties in the bathroom like you always do."
"Fuck you," she retorted, middle finger raised.
"Any time you want. I'll be up later. Call me before the Rabbit makes you cum and just see how this," I snarled back, extending my hands to exaggerate my size, "Works far better than a piece of fucking plastic. There was an odd look in her eyes as she turned towards the door. Then there was peace again.
OK, I probably earned the mini lecture from mum. Dad said nothing, his mind occupied with solving the Daily Trumpet crossword. First he read the sport reports, then the general news, then he did the crossword - every day convinced he had solved it quicker than the day before. Never did he intervene regardless of the sexual tones of the discussion.
"Mum," I protested, "I'm late because I saved an old lady from being mugged." And I related the story just as I have done for you.
"Vanessa couldn't have known that," she tried to explain. "You had no need to snap at her and no need to be vulgar. What your sister does in the privacy of her own bedroom is out of any discussions."
"Tell her not to leave temptation in my way then. What I see with my eyes (I pointed to them to emphasise what I'd said) would stoke the passion of any hot blooded 20 year old." A flush passed over her face. Instead of being annoyed she was, I thought, beginning to see my point. "You must agree," I added, still looking straight at mum, "That it's OK for me to pick her panties up and let the scent turn me on. I mean, if you were to leave yours there ... mmmm, that would be an extra treat."
"Yes," she agreed - somewhat unexpectedly, "We've always been open with things. I can see your point."
Just then I felt the same comforting warmth in my groin. I played on a hunch. Still looking straight at her even more flushed face I added, "Why not now, while you remember? It might make you feel VERY horny, ready for dad."
"Maybe later," she confided In a hushed tone, "Thanks for the idea."
"Bren," came the shout a full ten minutes later. "Come up here will you, please, I'm sorry." Only Nessie called me Bren, to others I was Brendan except for the odd time someone chose to shorten my name. Mum apparently had a fascination for distance runners on the back of granddad's own love of running. "I could have been a second Brendan Foster," he often told her, with increasingly tall tales about his school athletic achievements. I'd heard them too.
"Why?" I shouted back up the stairs, "You're just a bitch. You didn't ask me WHY I was late"
"Bren ... PLEASE," she hollered back, PLEASE, BREN." The cry was woeful, desperate even.
"I'm watching the news on the telly." I answered, the only excuse I could muster.
"Oh Bren," she pleaded, almost tearfully, "You never watch the news. Please. I need you."
I could almost sense the tears slowly leaking from her eyes.
"You'd better go up," said mum, "She was rather rude to you earlier. Perhaps she's too embarrassed to apologise in front of dad and me."
"So," I said, entering her room without the usual knock, "You want to apologise?" She was sat, knees bent, hands clasped. She straightened her legs right after she'd realised that her Minnie Mouse briefs were on the floor, as was her plastic Rabbit. I'd seen just more than a brief glimpse of her puss.
"Minnie Mouse?" I queried.
"New set of five, biggest kids size - no tax, couldn't resist them," she replied with a cheeky smile. So hard-case big sister had a soft side? Yes, sometimes. Despite our arguing there had been mad half-hours when we'd play wrestled, sometimes with her still in short hockey skirt and dark blue panties. I always let her win, sat triumphant astraddle me. Vanessa had always been slim, almost anorexic. Small titties didn't seem to bother her - she was very aware of her sexuality. Her petite size meant zero-rated children's clothes sometimes fit her - 20% instant discount.
"I'm sorry," she offered. There was just a trace of teardrop on her cheek. "That fucking thing won't fucking work. Can you have a look at it please?"
"The Rabbit? Me? You want me to get your frig-off plastic working?"
"Yes, please. It was working but it was real slow. I got new batteries but now it won't work at all. "
"Just let me get my head round this; you want me, your brother, to get this piece of cheap plastic working after it's been inside you."
"Please," pouted Vanessa with her little girl lost face. "It doesn't go right inside and I haven't got anything nasty in there. Oh, and it cost fifty quid so it's not cheap." I picked it up. This was similar to, but not the same as the one left in the bathroom. It looked quite solid, heavy plastic with a curious gel-like contoured end. It had a flexible rounded notch and I looked it with some puzzlement.
"Are you going to fix it or what?"
"OK," I said, looking straight at her again, "But if I fix it I'm curious what all this extra bit does. You'll show me."
Vanessa had an odd look as if considering my request. "OK, it's a deal," she said, very quietly. We have a word here where I live, it's 'gobsmacked' - I was dumbfounded, totally at a loss what to say. I unscrewed the battery cover and slid two long-life batteries out. Peering inside I spotted a lump of fluff or lint that was acting as an insulator. I fished it out and replaced the batteries. Hell, just touching the switch brought the thing to life. "It must have come off your bed," I smiled, passing her the fluff, "Or your belly button."
Vanessa took the fuck machine off me, adjusting the power. "It was on the 'omygod' setting," she said, pointing to three push buttons embossed 1,2,3. "The ohmygod is for when I'm totally pissed off."
"So what about boyfriend #27," I asked.
"At least I've got a boyfriend," she chirped, "But they all want the same." She paused for a few moments, "Well ... I had a boyfriend. We split. They all want big tits to grab and to fuck me as fast as they can." Did she need to tell her brother? She thought not but couldn't help it. It all seemed to gush out. "When did you last fuck?"
"I'm ... er ... last Easter," I lied.
"So what makes you think you can fuck me?"
"I was joking. Anyway I fixed your plastic fuck buddy, you promised ... "
"I think you're just curious," answered Vanessa, "You haven't seen a girl do it, have you? You spend all your time on the Game Box."
I looked at her squarely face to face, "You will show me." It was as if her eyes glazed over. She held up the Rabbit, "This part here is for my clit. Sometimes it's better than fingers, sometimes not, but I feel I need it now. Watch." She shuffled and laid back. Her skirt ruffled up leaving a neatly trimmed line of pubic hair just topping her valley. OK, she probably wasn't quite up to date for there was a little stubble, but I could live with that. My god, she was showing me what I'd only dreamed about. "I assume that you know what a clit is?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," I confessed. I'd had French kisses, explored under a girl's bra and had my fingers inside panties, but otherwise I was clueless.
"Oh brother," she murmured, "You really do spend your life playing video games, don't you. Watch." She parted her legs and inserted the gel-like bulbous head just inside her. With the fingers of her other hand she eased open the skin fold above the entrance of her cave. "Here, touch."
"Like this?" I said. The little button stuck out from the fold. It was soft but firm and Vanessa shivered from my light touch.
"Yes, just there and very lightly, but first watch this," Vanessa continued, moving the small extra bit of plastic gel to touch where my finger was. She switched to the lowest setting. The nub of plastic gel fit snugly against her clit, pushing my finger away. She withdrew the bulbous head from inside her and I could see it was wet. Reinserting carefully, steadily she moved the Rabbit around, teasing then releasing, teasing and releasing. Her eyes closed and her lips parted as the vibrations sped pleasure ripples to her brain and back. "Now you try, just copy what I did."
I'd lived in the same house as Vanessa for most of my 20 years, save the 6 months or so that she'd moved in with an ex. Never before had she let me see her like this, hell she almost cried 'rape' one time I'd accidentally caught her just getting out of the shower. What had changed? All I'd said to her was ... what? Then I remembered the look on her face as I'd told her 'go frig yourself' and 'call me before the Rabbit makes you cum'. The old woman had insisted she repaid my help ... but surely not THIS kind of power, to make someone obey me without realising or caring. Was the fluff/ lint whatever done on purpose or was it just a coincidence? The warmth in my groin was growing again and I was hard; rock hard.
"Mmmm, yes. Just like that." Vanessa had a look of intense concentration on her face. "Press the next button," she said, and I did. The Rabbit just purred louder, giving Vanessa even more pleasure. She pushed her sweater up, uncovering a pair of small, cone like tits. I could feel my heart beating faster and my cock straining in my underpants. Vanessa lightly stroked an already aroused nipple. Curiously her overly pink nipples seemed far too big and plump atop such small titties; did smaller breasted women have plumper nipples to compensate? The brown circles around them stood out against the paleness of her breasts as if they were targets to aim for. She pinched the nipple, pulled it, tweaked it, raising her butt and stretching her legs as she did so. Then she attacked the other in like manner, breathing heavily, almost panting. Her mouth opened in an 'oh' circle as she drew in sharp breaths.
I must have moved the Rabbit out of position for she opened her eyes and told me so, "You must show me properly," I said, and she did. Moving my hand and so removing the Rabbit she switched it off.
"OK, look carefully," she said, opening her legs wider, parting the folds of her tight labia and introducing me to a front row seat of the "This is my clit" show. It was bigger, pinker, much more moist. "Now circle your finger real slow." I prodded but couldn't get it just right. "Have you licked a girl out?" she enquired.
"No," I answered, shaking my head. Hell, I'd wanted to do the same as other guys but never had the nerve to ask.
"Do you want to learn?"
My head nodded faster than the Churchill dog on a bumpy road, "Sure."
Vanessa's patience was remarkable. I soon learned that my tongue was much more sensitive than a fingertip and much more effective at pleasing her clit. OK, the stubble scratched a little but it was OK - very OK. Soon she was writhing about and then, all of a sudden, she let out a muted scream.
"Oh ... my ... god ... " she said after the waves of pleasure finally died down. "That was awesome - the best cum I've had for months - and all without finishing off with my plastic pet. You're a quick learner and you can lick me out any time you want."
"My pleasure," I said, smiling. "But why the sudden change of heart. I mean, up to this evening I've been public enemy number one?"
Sis laughed a nervous laugh and furrowed her brow, "You know it just came to me that I'd been a snappy bitch. I've had an arsehole of a day at work and when I tried to get some comfort from my pet the damned thing wouldn't work."
"But why call me?"
She furrowed her brow again. "That's a real puzzle and I don't really know. I guess I was so horny and you're so good at fixing things. Anyway you did damned good. Thank you." She moved forward to kiss me, topless as at some point she'd taken her sweater off ... maybe while I was licking her out and she was tormenting her tits. The kiss lingered and she moved a hand down to unzip me, "Wow, I guess I did that!" she added, grinning like a cheeky kid, "I'd better fix it."
I must admit I'd have been happy for my sister to take my virginity there and then, but perhaps the old woman's magic didn't stretch to that.
"Hmmm, you're not too bad at kissing but there's always room to improve." Was that some kind of compliment or a mild complaint? Vanessa returned to the kiss, her lips very soft and moist, some of her lipstick still remaining. I had one hand on her shoulder and the other tracing a line up and down her spine. She shivered. Vanessa was using both hands to extract my pole from within my pants. I suppose some guys would brag theirs was big and thick. Mine was just on the top side of average and I knew it well, used almost as much for wanking as for peeing.
Now released, Vanessa began to stroke it. Hell, my sister really knew what she was doing. This felt far better than I could manage - even when I treat it with respect (which is a rare thing).
"Is that OK? Not too rough? I can make it softer, or faster, or what you like. I owe you for giving me an excellent cum when I needed it most."
"Tease me while we're kissing then worship it with your mouth," I asked her, looking straight into her eyes. There was a momentary odd expression on her face then she giggled again, a naughty giggle.
I hardly felt the velvet touch of her fingers but before she kissed me she warned, "You're going to regret this." Now it was my turn to furrow my brow, "You'll see," was no explanation at all. She kissed me, my god she kissed me. I seemed to remember one of the few girls I'd been with liked the sides of her breasts lightly stroked - hardly touching - with my thumbs just catching her nipples. It was easy with her as she too had small breasts. Story of my life: I always got the last available girl - you know the one - tiny or misshapen titties, dental braces on her teeth, developing acne, willing to snog and occasionally letting just one finger get inside a mass of pubic hair that smelled of pee. Am I right or am I right?
Vanessa liked the touches. Having her tiny tits handled with care kind of made up for my lousy kissing. Her breath was minty fresh, her teeth sparkling white and the kisses just amplified the velvet touches to my favourite friend.
"You're very patient," she commented, "And very gentle, unlike many men." She didn't diss any specific boyfriend but I'd heard her weeps and anger when she'd been dumped.
"You're worth it," I replied, simply.
Vanessa smiled a big smile, "Thank you," she said. The next ten minutes were perfect bliss as she unfastened my shirt and skin met skin. I can't accurately describe how soft, gentle and very potent were my sister's kisses. There had been rumours she'd been hanging out with a girl who was well known as a dyke and perhaps that's where the tenderness came in. All the while we kissed she moved, so that her small pointy tits massaged my chest. At the same time she coaxed my cock so delicately towards explosion time, then slowed - a tease that made my pre-cum flow liberally.
"You're getting thicker," said Ness, breaking the kiss again to my annoyance. Hmmm, she hated that nickname above all else. I make a mental note not to use it - which was difficult because that was one of the first words I'd uttered as a baby. She looked down, "Hell you're absolutely rigid. You could karate chop with that." I wasn't going to try.
"How do you mean? I asked. No one knew my wank equipment better than me. There was always a slight softness even when I'd Vanessa's panties under my nose. I looked down.
"And do you usually gush all this goo out?" she wiped a drop onto a finger and tasted it "Sure it tastes normal and it's certainly not pee." Oh? She was an expert?
"I don't know," and I didn't, "But what you're doing sure feels divine."
"Like this?" she asked, rotating a lubed finger round the exposed head.
I shivered and laughed, "Yes, very much like that." I was totally lost; guys you know the intense feeling immediately before you shoot? The sensation just after you know it's gonna shoot no matter how hard you try to stop it? It had been that way for a good five minutes and I was nowhere near cumming all over her hand.
"Kiss me again," I said. I'd wasted too many hours, days, weeks, months hunched up over damned stupid games on a machine that was rigged to beat you unless you gave up most of your life trying to win. I'd wasted time and ended up with the 'left over' girls.
"Like this?" she asked, pressing her tits against me, locking her warm, moist lips against mine, bidding me give myself up to her embrace. Our tongues met, teased, explored, and all the while her fingers, her soft smooth gentle fingers tried to tease my weapon into submission. Vanessa failed.
At least that's what I thought. Our lips parted. "I'm impressed," she said, "Most guys would have shot their load all over my hand. You're a stayer, despite spending most of your life playing video games. But I'm not going to be beaten even if it takes all night."
"How? I mean I don't usually have any problem jacking off."
Vanessa sank to her knees. Her mouth opened and suddenly my steel hardness was enclosed by a velvety willing mouth just as I'd suggested earlier. Perhaps it was that I hadn't experienced many BJs or whether my sister was anxious to repay my efforts, I don't know. What I do know was that the pleasure sensors in my brain were working overtime. She gagged a little at first, but soon she got into a steady rhythm. My eyes were closed and my concentration locked on the feelings - like I'd never felt before - racing between my cock and my brain. As I said before, my length was little more than average but I could feel the head touching the back of my sister's throat.
Perhaps Vanessa was beginning to accept defeat with her skills and attention not bringing submission to my cock, so she speeded up, her head moving so fast it was almost a blur. Finally she achieved her goal and those familiar contractions began. Man, it was so amazing; the height of the blissful feelings passing through me was like never before. Cum shot time and time again into her throat and down her gullet to become mixed into that blend of digested food deep inside her - added protein from that intimate source which comes free of charge
"Fuckin' hell, that was quite some mouthful," she said finally. "I've sucked some cocks but yours was the thickest and hardest I've ever met."
"I'm sorry if it hurt your mouth," I answered.
"Hell, no. It was fantastic. Some girl in the future is going to really enjoy it inside her." So that was it then, I'd have to wait some more. "But I warned you," she continued, "That there'd be consequences."
"Ah yes, you said I'd regret it. Why?"
My sister grinned an evil grin, "You're going to have to lick out all the juice you've made me create. I'm horny as hell again."
This wasn't in the equation, but what could I do? I looked at my watch, "It's gonna have to be quick though." More than an hour had passed, if mum or dad came upstairs there might be consequences. Of course ... I could use my new persuasion power. Hell, that gave me a thought. What if mum? ... hmmm ... a blow job from mum tomorrow? Would dad give her the attention she needed? The most I'd seen of mum was a rapidly wrapped towel one time when I was busting and I hadn't realised the bathroom was in use. Mum took it in her stride but I had apologised with a red face.
"Are you gonna lick me out since it was you who got me horny? Renege on that and it's your last blowjob from me buster!" With some guidance from sis I did the deed, only to discover her second cum wasn't as explosive. "I guess I got greedy," she offered, "And as I said, it's been a shit of a day. You can try again tomorrow."
"I'll only try if you get properly shaved," I said, again looking straight at her."
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry," she said. "Of course, I should have remembered before I asked you." She kissed me again.
Just after I'd left Nessie's room I heard mum open the lounge door. She waited at the foot of the stairs despite her apparent urgency to visit the bathroom. Superstitious to a point, mum would never cross on the stairs, even wide ones in office buildings or shopping malls. Despite her need to pee we talked for a few moments.
"I didn't hear you two argue," she said.
"We called a truce. I told her about the old lady and Vanessa said I'd taken a risk. If those boys had been from the Broadfield estate they may have had knives. Anyway they scarpered before I'd chance to see their faces."
"I think you're very brave," and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I did what I had to do."
"Anyway," said mum, "I need to dash, and I haven't forgotten what you said earlier."
It was urgent too, even the sound of her piss hissing against the ceramic brought a tingle to my cock, which puzzled me. Or was it the thought that she'd kicked off her panties?
Dad didn't say much, but then he rarely does. He watched the late news then decided to join mum and turn in early. I thought of him grabbing her panties, using them to pick up her pheromones then fucking her hard.
***
What a night I'd had. I just couldn't get to sleep thinking about my gift from that old lady, and to be honest I wasn't even sure it was. It could have been Vanessa's desire to have her itch satisfied, choose whoever opted to take care of it. I could have been lucky catching my sister in a randy mood. Mum had probably backed down about Nessie's panties because of my good deed. And leaving her own panties for dad? Yup, dad must have sampled hers and Nessie's - every dad does, surely?
BOLLOCKS! there were no coincidences, no maybes, no lucky breaks. The old lady had bestowed some kind of magic or charm on me that I could look someone in the eyes and persuade them to do my will. And gripping my cock and balls? Quite apart from a nice fat juicy cock I now, apparently, not only had enhanced sensitivity but an increased ability to hold off my cum.
By 4am, without even a minute's worth of sleep I had it all figured out. Finally I gave in to four hours of deeply restful sleep. I awoke from a very vivid dream with an absolute spanker of an erection. When I looked at my pride and joy it was rounder, firmer. The Stillson treatment was worth it.
***
Mum was already up and dad was away to the office; nothing new then. Vanessa was just leaving for the 8.30 bus and I grabbed coffee and toast before my date with annihilation. At least my laptop was waiting. I usually answered emails, caught up with my limited social world and then blasted the hell out of anyone or anything that dared invade my laptop screen.
An hour of creating mayhem and I broke off for some coffee. Mum was sat doing a sudoku in her Gratuitous Gossip magazine. "How did it go, then?" I enquired.
"Sorry?"
"With dad. I spotted your panties in the bathroom."
"Too busy brushing his teeth to notice them I guess." The scowl on her face told it all. "It was all zzzz as soon as his head hit the pillow."
"Like normal?" I just knew her reply.
"Like normal," she sighed and seemed resigned. "Did you sample them, then?"
"You can't ask me that!"
"I just did ... Well?"
"Yes. SO WHAT?" Hell, I was losing my cool. They were there, on the bathroom floor last night, an intense combination of MILF juice and not-quite-wiped-off piss. The piss gave the sharp awakening of urea, the MILF juice a deeper pheromone enhanced tang of female sex - much the same as my sister but oh so different. I simply couldn't resist the urge to wank. And then, oh my, and then this morning when I'd woken with an iron clad erection, waited for it to droop so I could piss, then watched it rise once more as I again sampled mum's cunt smell.
"And you wanked?" Hell, was this a gestapo interrogation? Was she horny?
"Yes mum, I wanked sniffing your panties and again this morning, in the bathroom, before I came downstairs." OMG I didn't just say that, did I?
Mum smiled, "Thank you for being so honest," then took me by surprise. "I really wanted to know if my basic scent had gone wrong or vanished. Dad seems to have lost his interest." She kissed me on the cheek. "And thank you for giving me the idea, even though it didn't work."
I looked her straight in the face as I had done the day before, "But wanking in the bathroom to a secondhand dose of pheromone isn't as much fun. It would be much better if you took care of my erection." A flush went over her face as her eyes took on an odd look. The the mist cleared.
"Brendan," she began, unsure of what to say. "We've always been honest as a family about ... things. I mean sexual things. I know, I know, I've been rather blunt about one or two matters, but ..."
"It's OK mum. You don't need to spell it out. You asked me if I'd wanked and I admitted I had."
"No, it's not that. It's that my panties had been on all day - pee and all. I had a shower earlier and I'm nice and fresh down there. Will you give me your opinion now?"
"Sure, take your panties off while I turn around."
"Oh no need for that. My pussy is no different to any other woman's." And with that she hiked up her dress and pulled them down, kicking them to me. "So?"
"Different," I said, taking a whiff, but definitely not as strong.
"Pass them over," she asked and promptly wiped herself with the gusset. This time I got a better peek at her pussy. No big deal and trimmed but not shaved clean; not just stubble like my sister, but not totally unkempt. She passed her panties back to me, "Try now."
"Better," I said, trying to ignore the residual shower gel perfume. "In fact," I added, "Very nice." I was trying to dumb it down but the sight of mum's pussy and the light scent of woman juice overrode my natural reaction. The new sensation of warmth and now tingling soon gave way to a visible bulge in my pants. Mum noticed. Two nostrils inhaling deeply made the bulge even larger.
"Oh I'm really sorry," said mum, "I didn't want to embarrass you, I just wanted to check that my panties turned a man on and it looks like it's worked too well and you did say resolving the problem yourself wasn't too much fun. Let's see what I can do."
"It really doesn't matter," I said, just as she'd unbuckled my pants.
"But it does," said mum, unzipping my fly. "I made the problem, I'll fix it. This new power was working well. "I can't have you standing, it's uncomfortable. Sit here." However, before I'd chance to sit in the armchair my pants and boxers were at my ankles. Once sat she tugged them past my feet, pulling off my trainers in one swift tug. Now I was naked from my waist downwards and wondering just how powerful a gift the old woman had given me. Fuck it - I was going to enjoy myself.
"How the hell?" mum exclaimed, looking at the girth of my newly enhanced weapon.
"I don't know," I quipped, "Suddenly it looks like someone pumped it up."
"Hmmm," said mum. I reckon a wicked thought passed through her head. I could, of course, have made a 'suggestion' but I let her decide. "Close your eyes," she said and as I did so she began to stroke very lightly. This new sensation of warmth and tingling was rather odd at first, but I quickly got used to it. "You're so THICK ," she said, several times as she steadily stroked. It was as if she didn't believe what she could clearly see. I was expecting her to suck me off but apparently it hadn't entered her head. Mum, it turned out, was no sexpert. She seemed content to tease me for what seemed like eternity, eventually speeding to make me shoot. How can I describe it apart from 'fantastic' but it was clear she hadn't jerked a man off for ages as her wrist seemed to ache.
"How about you?" I asked, a little lamely, "You must be even more horny now."
"Oh that's OK," she said, "I can visit the bathroom anytime. I don't want to embarrass you doing it here." Disappointment flushed through me. I obviously needed to be more assertive.
"You will do it for me to watch. It will make you even hornier." Eye contact as before.
Again the swift uncertain look on her face, She scowled then smiled, a contradiction that mirrored her temporary confusion. "Yes, you're right!" she exclaimed, "You're so right. Heavens, doing it in front of a man will take me back many years to my late teens. I had a boyfriend who nagged me for ages, and let's face it, I'm as horny as hell."
"And you eventually gave in? You let him watch?"
Mum laughed out loud, "Yes, it was so embarrassing but it gave me a real buzz." She chuckled, "I could get most anything from that guy, anything if he could just wank frantically while he watched me. I soon learned to keep clear so I didn't have to wipe his cum off my clothes."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "A lot came out?"
"Well, not exactly gallons but it sure seemed like it." She drew up another armchair, facing me, unzipped her skirt and we were both equally half-naked. Her pussy obviously had been shaved a week or three ago, but I got the idea dad didn't do it. Should I offer? Not yet, but just right now there was a fair covering of short pubic hair. Her pussy lips weren't at all smooth, perhaps understandably considering she was double Vanessa's age. She parted her legs, easing forward in the chair.
"Pull closer," she said, "I'm already getting a buzz from you looking." I did. With two fingers she eased the flaps back, the very moist pink inner contrasting nicely with her paler surrounding skin. Man, her clit was HUGE. I smiled and licked my lips.
"See," she said, "You're not the only one who's bigger than average."
"Nice!" I replied as she dipped a finger in her well. Withdrawing it WET, yes very wet, she used its slickness to tease her clit.
Then unexpectedly, "Why don't you try?" leaving me momentarily speechless.
"You're my mother!" I answered lamely, "I don't know if I should ..."
"... Make me cum?" she swiftly interjected. "We're both half naked, I've just jacked you off and you ask? Bren, you'll probably make a better job of it than me. Why, all those girls ..."
"I ... I ... " I stuttered.
" Oh, Bren, you sweet. You're new to this aren't you?"
My face said it all. "I have, but like, I mean, not looking down there at the same time, and only," I paused. Seconds passed, "Just with one girl."
"But you made her cum?" I nodded, with a very dry throat. "She enjoyed it?" I nodded again. "And did she jack you off?" I nodded again. Mum paused this time, searching for the right words, eventually offering just " ... so you haven't? I mean, gone all the way?" This time I looked at the pattern on the carpet and shook my head. "Oh, I see," and then she smiled. "Oh, Bren. I'm sorry. I didn't realise."
"Its OK, mum. Most of the girls, including my sister, seem to think I'm a computer game nerd." I daren't tell her about Vanessa or my new gift from that old lady.
"Do you want me to help?" Mum's voice softened to an almost seductive tone. "Show you a little how to touch, where to touch, how to make it feel better to a girl?"
"Could you? I mean, will you?"
Mum smiled the biggest smile I'd ever seen, a mother's smile, took my hand and placed my finger on her clit, her enormous clit. "Don't start here," she said. "You start here," she added, pointing to her lips, "But we'll skip that." The huge smile appeared again, "But maybe later?"
"Maybe."
"But this," mum continued, pushing up quite a tight-fitting top, "Is essential," revealing a well-laundered chain store bra. OK, it would be real harsh to say mum was overweight, so the top and bra must have shrunk slightly. She eased the bra over a slightly saggy but perfectly adequate tit. "Your other hand here, just lightly stroking, gently over ... ohhhh! Yes just like that."
Pushing, then hooking my finger just inside mum's love cave didn't seem anywhere near her clit, but ... "Oh yes, just there." I learned a lot. I learned that you didn't go and fumble around. I learned where to touch and where not. I learned softly is good and not to hurry, I learned to gently suck her now engorged nipples, using my lips and tongue, I leaned that done properly I could ...
"Oh yes, just there." Her legs stretched out and I lost my place only to seek out a very wet clit again. "Oh Brendan, please, just, oh yes, don't stop.
"Just here?"
She spoke very quietly, almost as a sigh, "Yes, just there, that is so good."
Mum arched her back and her breaths started to come in lumpy chunks."Slower, keep me just there," she whispered. I tried to do as she asked, letting her lead me. Five minutes must have passed and she hardly spoke. My fingers and wrist were aching but still she kept me slowly tickling her clit, hardly touching at all. And then all at once she was pressing against me, urging me to go faster, her back arching again, her legs lifting her butt then cramping as she reached her climax. And she screamed, not in pain but sublime pleasure. "Oh my god," she shouted, and she shook from head to toe.
"You're not going to believe this, Brendan," she told me after she'd come back down to earth, "But that's the first time I've cum for a man in years and it was huge. Yes, I've faked it for your dad but don't you ever tell him. We have sex but we don't fuck - we stopped fucking years ago and sometimes he touches me. You were fantastic and you did exactly as I asked."
I had learned things that dad had forgotten, or at least put well in the past, things that I tried later with girls my own age after I'd quit being a game nerd. But I'll tell you about that later.
***
ENDING ONE - VANESSA TAKES MY VIRGINITY.
If you want mum to do the job, please scroll down to ENDING TWO.
My sister, for once, was in a surprisingly good mood when she arrived home, despite the Cardinal having made his monthly visit a few days early. Usually she was grumpy and bloated but it seemed she was trying to be cheerful. Mum will sometimes let me know that Nessie is 'on' and sometimes it's just obvious. Nessie let me know herself, however, that we couldn't repeat what had happened the day before.
"I can't understand what got into me," she said, once we were alone. "It just felt so right that I asked you to help me and you were so not fazed by it." She paused as if taking in my reaction.
"So you really didn't know what was wrong with your gadget?"
"No, I hadn't a clue and I was so damned frustrated and annoyed. Today probably explains it all." She then went into all the details of PMT (PMS) and how she got moods then intense horniness, unable sometimes to solve the easiest problem if curing her horniness became difficult. "Hell, I was so fucking HORNY that I'd consider any solution. You were nearby and so wiling to help that I decided to help you in return. You haven't seen a girl masturbate, have you?"
I shook my head, "At least, not until last night."
"And you haven't done it with a girl, have you? No ... strike that. I shouldn't have asked."
It was several seconds before I confessed. "No, I haven't," I confirmed, a small tear in my eye, lowering my face. "I guess I spend to much time playing games."
"I'm sorry I came on to you," she said, "I just felt so fucking horny and you were here. It was wrong, but at the time it felt so ... so ... so natural, so right and," she looked about to burst into tears, "And you were brilliant and when I came it was fantastic."
"I've never done that to a girl but I realised you're so beautiful and I've taken you for granted for so long."
"You thought you should have a sister with big tits and a small waist?"
"Hell, no. You're certainly not fat and I really like your tits."
"Really? No, they're too small." She unbuttoned her blouse at the top, "See, no cleavage that men crave to see." It was only then that I realised her blouse was a little see-thru.
"Don't they like make you wear a bra for work?"
Ness laughed, "I'm not at school now. No pervy teachers to ogle me. The guys at work and the clients I see seem to like me displaying a little. It boosts my confidence and it makes their day."
"Don't they prefer big tits?" I was puzzled, surely that's what most men liked on a woman.
She laughed again, "I think they like the thin blouses just as much. I know I've given one or two a boner. I can see where their eyes are focussed and that gives me a buzz." And with that she fully unbuttoned her blouse. "You really like them? That's so sweet." She needed just two fingers of each hand to tilt them upwards.
The familiar warmth and tingling began again as I rapidly firmed. "They're fantastic." I meant it. Although Ness had mini breasts they were firm and well pointed, almost like the very top of a mountain peak. They reminded me of a smoother version of the coconut macaroons that mum made, each topped with a half glace cherry. Her nipples stood erect, no doubt from the sheer sexual buzz of our conversation. "Can I touch again?" I asked.
"My tits, sure, but not down here." I really didn't need her to lift her skirt and point.
"But you're all smooth, there. I thought girls had to wear those thick pads."
"You've been looking at old books. Not nowadays. It's kinda like a chunk of absorbent stuff that goes inside." She pulled her panties to one side just showing the end of a length of string.
"So you can still touch?"
"Yes, I can. I get more horny these few days."
"So why can't I?"
"You can't."
I looked at her squarely, eye to eye. "I'm curious. You must let me."
That strange expression passed over her face," Well, OK, if your curious I'll let you just this once."
I remembered my education from mum, touch lightly, slow and steady. Nessie's expression changed rapidly from one of not quite understanding to one of immense pleasure. It was true that the Cardinal's visit made her horny and on her first day it seemed to double. I made her wait for her climax and she had to smother a scream lest we be heard downstairs.
The week dragged. I didn't touch her again until the Cardinal had left, my curiosity was no more. I learned to be careful with my suggestions if they ordered people to do what I willed. It took time to adjust to my new powers.
The weekend came. Mum went down town, dad to watch the local soccer team who were performing well - a run of 10 consecutive wins. I was winning too, hunched over my world domination machine.
"Bren," called Vanessa, "I need you."
"I'm in the middle of a game," I answered.
"I SAID I NEED YOU," came the instant reply from the next bedroom.
"Wait a mo."
"Your loss."
"OK, OK, don't wet your knickers, I'm just doing a save."
Vanessa was standing in her room in a provocative pose, wearing a very thin, very see-thru white school blouse, untidily knotted school tie and a very short hockey-style skirt. It was a St Trinian's outfit from a party she'd been to and even her hair was tied in pigtails. Holy shit! "Like it?" she asked.
"Wow, you went to a party dressed like that?" I asked.
She laughed a rather naughty laugh, "I had a jacket on There was an old guy on the bus taking a good look at my legs but that's all."
"Did you pull at the party?"
"Didn't want to. I got a lift home by the girl's dad - I thanked him of course." I just raised my eyebrows until she went on. "Oh, I just let him have a kiss and a grope. Nothing much. He's given me a lift before."
I waited, eyebrows still raised, " ... and?"
"Oh, OK. A French kiss and fingers down my panties just enough to give him stinkies."
"He was worth that?"
"She runs the best parties and he pays for them - and he has an e-type Jag."
"Wow! Is he loaded?"
"I never check his pants, he just gets the kiss and grope. Probably wanks himself silly when he gets home."
"You know what I mean."
"Dunno. I suppose so, though it's an old Jag he got done up. Anyway do you like my St Trinian's?"
"I like your tits peeking through." Her nipples were like small cherries, promising a burst of flavour. And then, "I trust his wife doesn't know. Is he fucking Sandie?"
"How the hell would I know if he's fucking his daughter? If his wife knew about his special taxi fares she'd probably go mental."
"So he tries it on with others?"
"He's still quite dishy. Sometimes he pays the other girls but I won't let him, and this conversation ends here." That kind of left me in limbo. It would have been good wank fodder.
"Can I undress you?"
"Yes, but slowly. And while you're kissing me." With few clothes to remove it didn't take too long. Now she was naked and still with pigtails, looking every bit the sort of girl you'd see in a 'Just 18' top shelf mag. We kissed and touched, Ness undressing me little by little. My flagpole stood proud.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, straight out, catching me unawares.
I looked blankly, "I um, I don't know."
Ness smiled a tender smile. She kissed me again, her tits pressing lightly against my chest. "You're so sweet. You haven't fucked a girl, have you?" she said, in much of a sympathetic way as if I was losing out on something very important. "Look, I'll show you. Come."
She lay on her bed, both of us comically just wearing socks. "I'm horny and I need someone inside me. This way we'll both gain." I joined her and she showed me how to gently enter her. My thickness caused her to gasp. "It's OK. Hell, you're even wider than my Ebony Surprise." That, I found out later, was a well endowed but non vibrating piece of plastic.
By the fourth or fifth thrust I was beginning to realise what mother nature had given humankind to reproduce with. I had no benchmark on which to judge, but it sure felt good.
"Steady, now," she said with encouragement, "Back as far as you can without coming out." I did, but give me a chance as I was just learning. "And thrust hard but not too fast, as deep as you can inside me." I tried my best but surely it takes more than one lesson to ... "Oh yes, just like that," Shit, I just came out, "Hey, no. Just take it steady and ... oh yes ... " Do the porn mags tell you that you have unused muscles screaming to ache? "Oh yes ..." I hadn't thought it would feel so good, not like a wank or a blowjob or ... oh my god that's ... "Oh my little brother I never dreamed this could be ... Ohhhh!"
And there the conversation, the random thoughts, the instructing ... everything stopped but the sounds of pure pleasure, the purrs, the moans, the sighs, until everything got too much and I came ... right ... inside ... my... big ... sister.
"Don't stop, just slow a little. It's OK, you came too soon but ... wait ... you're still as hard ... that's impossible."
Everything was new to me. Was I supposed to come out or wait until my sister had come? "You haven't come, have you?" Hell, wasn't the girl supposed to always say 'yes' to please her man?
"It's OK," she said, "I kinda did but you're still hard. Try it like you were doing before."
"OK," I confirmed and felt my back ache. I kept on, full even strokes, faster and faster until ...
"Yes, yes, yes, keep on, faster, fuck me hard, yes, yes, ram it in me ... OH YES!! " The moans, then screams told me that my sister had finally hit her goal. We cuddled, we kissed, we even snoozed a while.
I was no longer a virgin and, for the first attempt, my sister thought I hadn't done too bad - praise indeed from Vanessa and she even apologised for the gutter language at the end . It was the first of several occasions we fucked, sometimes it seemed that she took every opportunity when we were alone in the house together.
***
NOW GO TO THE EPILOGUE
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ENDING TWO - MUM TAKES MY VIRGINITY
Mum hardly spoke during the 24 hours following what had taken place. I guess she thought she had embarrassed me or that we shouldn't have done what we did. There were, however, certain times when it seemed she was going to speak but never did. The day after, things were more-or-less back to normal but she never mentioned what we'd done.
At the same time my sister smiled almost perpetually - that is until the weekend that she hooked up with another guy in a nightclub downtown. The poor bugger probably had to stand her all the drinks and a donner meal after the club slung out its inebriated clients. For some, if not for many, the climax of the evening out was to argue that the curry, pizza or donner meal was shit, having eaten it all then complained to the acne faced youth behind the counter. Of course, in the event of any trouble the youth often had the necessary backup, or one of the less inebriated regular clients would step in. Blood spilt on the pavement outside would hopefully be seen by a CCTV op who then contacted local police.
Vanessa had phoned mum, telling her she was stopping over at a friend's house, which mum translated into either a one-night stand or her precious daughter intending to get too drunk to come home. Either way, Ness's thoughts were now turned to someone new.
The following morning dad, having scanned the local rag for sports and scandal, turned to the more challenging weekend crossword. Having painstakingly solved all but three of the clues he announced, "I think I'll have a walk down to the Scavenging Squirrel for a quick pint - it'll help me work up an appetite," he said, without looking at mum or waiting for an answer. I suppose I could have looked him squarely in the eye and suggested he helped mum prepare lunch. I didn't though, and instead I offered mum the help.
"He's always the same," she moaned, "Especially since that new barmaid started."
"Elise?"
"Yes, I think that's her name."
I smiled broadly, "She's a stunner. They say that she's doubled the takings, pulls the men in from far and wide."
Mum changed mood, turned me round against the worktop, kissing me briefly on my lips, "Thank goodness I've got you around ... and I'm really sorry I embarrassed you a few days ago."
I smiled again, "It was good. I enjoyed it."
She kissed me a second time, now pressing her hips against me. "You know, you're not a bad son." Was that a compliment? I didn't care. Then time she kissed me for longer, overcoming my initial reluctance and persuading my lips to open. Her lips were soft and she could feel that I responded. Her mouth widened and became very persuasive. No pressure, just the promise of intent - intent to arouse me. Almost without thinking I put my hands on her butt, pulling her closer. Her kiss continued, my newly broadened baby machine rapidly swelling. Hell, such a kiss would have been welcome from any woman; the fact this was my mother just made it extra special.
How many guys would kiss their mother? The thought raced through my mind as blood rushed in to further enhance the chubby dimensions of my best friend. Hell, some mornings after I'd had a particularly memorable erotic dream I had noticed that although my cock hadn't grown any length, day by day its girth was gradually increasing. Mum noticed my bigger bulge and now rotated her hips, massaging my already swollen organ.
"Mmmm," she murmured without breaking the kiss and, hell, this woman could kiss. It was a hungry kiss like I'd never experienced before. It was a needy kiss, a kiss always wanting more, wanting to experience everything my own mouth would return. I felt my zip being tugged down, exposing my pumped up baby machine.
She broke away, glancing down at my new thickness. "That's incredible," she said, "I want more of you," she added, "The last time was just an appetiser. Fuck the dinner, your dad can wait. You even kiss better than him."
"I'm not sure what you mean," I said, but having a good idea that I did.
"Upstairs," she answered, "And I'll show you."
I hesitated, "No mum, the last time was just fun. It would be wrong to go any further."
"It's OK," she insisted, smiling. "I know it's unusual but, believe me, no-one will know except us and I'm going to make this very enjoyable."
"I don't think ..." My voice trailed off. "I mean I don't know how ... " I suddenly felt very hot and nervous. The gift I'd been given by the old lady had worked better than I'd anticipated. I looked mum squarely in the face. "You don't have to," I offered, hoping that the new suggestion would reverse mum's wish to bed me. It didn't work ... Oh shit! Then a thought hit me - had one gift decreased to allow the other to increase? I still winced at the memory of the vice-like pressure of that lady's old, gnarled fingers.
"Oh my darling Brendan, I'd forgotten what you told me," said mum, noticing my reluctance. "You've never had sex with a girl, have you?"
My head went down, "No."
Mum hugged me and her voice softened, "Well everyone has to learn and there's no time like the present. Here, let me teach you. Help me undress." Those may have been her words but she didn't help much, leaving me to discover what lay beneath.
OH MY GOD! This must have been preplanned as mum was wearing very sexy, very revealing bra and panties. "You like them?" she asked, "I last wore this set for your dad about 3 years ago." The bra looked as if it had been hand-moulded to fit her as the red see-thru lace just clung tightly to her skin. The lace was so thin that I could easily see her nipples, erect, poking through as if excited to be on show. The cups uplifted her breasts as in a 19 or 20 year old, making both sides very alluring. Moving down, her panties clung around her pudenda, shaped somehow as to make the very best of the curve, even gripping enough to display a camel toe. I could easily see her slit and valley in much the same way as I could see each nipple. The lace gripped tightly and, as she had recently shaved, I could make out the bare skin underneath.
"Well?" she asked, awaiting my reply.
"Beautiful, very sexy," I muttered, still somewhat embarrassed that mum was coming on to me.
"I shaved," she said. "I found a magazine in your room a while ago, 'Shavers Special,' and I thought that must have been your preference." Hey, hold the back page, mum had planned this before the old lady had given me the gift.
"So why now, why today?"
"Since our special time together I thought it would be so right. Dad had been ignoring my advances for long time and after seeing what you had to offer I wanted you inside me." She cupped my cock and balls. I awkwardly unclipped her bra, fumbling, unused to doing such a simple task. Then I peeled away her tight fitting panties. She kicked them off her feet, leaving her standing before me totally naked. She had indeed shaved and the camel came out of hiding but, as I'd previously seen, her lips weren't at all tidy like Vanessa's. Now she made a move to undress me.
"Look," she said, sitting on the wicker chair. "Take a closer look." She peeled apart her labia and the pink insides glistened. She dipped a finger, held it to me to inspect. "You've caused that already. I'm leaking lube, quite a lot in fact, and that means my pussy is waiting for your cock to enter." She paused whole I explored with my finger. She was very wet. "Lie down on the bed," she continued when I was as naked as her and feeling nervous. I needn't have been, "Close your eyes and let me do all the work," she added, with a reassuring smile. By now my nervousness had caused my redesigned, plumper organ to deflate. The embarrassment had made me limp. No problem. I felt mum's tits brushing against me as she closed her lips over first one, then my other nipple. Not entirely satisfied with the effect she kissed me, awkwardly but effectively thumbing both my nipples at the same time. Her efforts worked well and I got an odd but very pleasant feeling. When she moved down to my chest and licked then sucked my nipples I began to realise just how pleasant the sensation must be to a woman. OK, men don't have tits, least ways they don't normally have tits, but the body's hardwiring is the same. The effect was electric and my pole rose proud and strong.
"There, that's better," she almost sang as if pleased with her work. "Now just lay still." Awkwardly again she positioned herself astride my hips and lowered herself on to me. Now I was inside my first woman. The odd, unaccustomed feeling soon became one of great pleasure; it was as if we were working together, a design that nature had adapted for all her thousands of species. We did the theory in school - a simple piston in a warm, welcoming tube, made to fit perfectly, having its own lubrication and designed to give pleasure to those who wanted to fuck. No, that was wrong, it was designed for couples to make love, to give them blissful feelings and make it so damned exciting that they'd want to do it time and time again. Hell no. Redefine that definition; it was a totally flexible system - make love, fuck, screw, a quickie or nice and s-l-o-w, twosome, threesomes, gang bangs - a totally flexible, adaptable god-given, nature evolved arrangement for having fun.
She speeded, then slowed, speeded and slowed, clenched some muscle within her that squeezed more pleasure out of me. And then I fired. Despite my newly reconfigured cock I fired."Don't worry," she said, "It happens." We talked for a few minutes before she noticed I was still hard. "Never," she said. "You're still hard? OK, it's your turn," she whispered after a few moments, "I want you inside me again." Mum smiled and joked, "I'm sure your dad will have some magazines with plenty of close-up pictures if you can't work out what to do."
"I think I can work it out," I said attempting the so-called missionary, missed and slid downwards to her butt cheeks. Laughing, I tried again and got my pole in the hole.
"Give the man a medal," quipped mum, taking a sharp breath as I thrust hard. From there on the banter stopped. Hell, this 'How to fuck' lesson went well and mum seemed to enjoy my amateurish attempts. They say that practice makes perfect and I was now eager to learn.
"Oh shit," I said, my newly found confidence disappearing as I suddenly came out.
"Don't try too hard or too fast," said my tutor, "Just let it come naturally." A few minutes later my confidence returned. I gradually improved my rhythm and mum closed her eyes, concentrating. She was now taking deeper breaths and I could feel her hips moving in rhythm, trying to push against me so I could thrust deeply.
"Oh Brendan," she said, "Don't stop, don't even slow down. I'm going to ... I'm going to ... Ohhhh yes," and her body went into that combination of pleasurable spasms they call an orgasm. What language came out of her mouth isn't fit to be shared, but I was to find out later that the xxx rated version of English slang just, well, just let out all the frustration she'd accumulated over the years that dad hadn't satisfied her.
We cuddled on her bed for what seemed an eternity then we made love again, but we soon, sadly, had to make a start on lunch. That was the beginning of mum trying to teach her virgin son how to make love Fucking came on occasions when we were just too randy to stick to convention. We fucked, we came and we fucked again, the rest of the time mum enjoyed teaching me how to please her, and in turn she repaid by taking me to sexual heights I never knew existed.
One thing I learned well was how to please a woman with my tongue, a life skill that earned me much respect with many other women.
***
EPILOGUE : They say that all good things must come to an end and after a week or two Vanessa turned her interest to a new boyfriend. The power bestowed on my eyes by the old lady seemed to dwindle away. At first it was intermittent, then unpredictable and finally it faded completely. My new thicker cock, more round and very plump stayed with me. Perhaps the vice like grip was intentional to give the power a maximum force.
Mum was great, passing all the love she used to give dad on to me, particularly in the days after we first made love. Mum was tender, kind, thoughtful, helpful. She answered questions, often correcting. We made love on every possible occasion, sometimes twice or three times a day.
A few weeks later I made the decision to try to track down the old lady, calling in the store where the lady shopped.
"I really need to meet her again and check how she is," I said, giving a full description to the girl on the till.
"Mandy," cried the girl - no more than 17 years old I thought, "You've been here longer than me."
Mandy thought for a few seconds, "Yes, I know her, but she hasn't been in here for ages and I'm sure she was ill."
"She was," added another, and I'm sure had a heart attack and died. In fact I remember seeing the announcement in the local paper. Apparently she lived like a pauper but left several thousand pounds to an animal charity."
"Oh yes, I remember. Didn't the manager cut out the piece from the Herald?" A few minutes later she returned with the clipping. The photo was indeed the same woman, over £10,000 left to a dog rescue organisation.
"That's really odd," I said, "I helped her only a few weeks ago. She was almost mugged and she said she'd just drawn her pension from your ATM."
"The ATM often malfunctioned, kept customers' bank cards for no reason. We had it removed 2 years ago."
I left the store puzzled, really puzzled, and I decided to push my bike up the narrow escape alley to try and find the two boys.
The problem was that there was no alley anywhere to be seen.
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