Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Evolution Of A Slut Mommy

by BadPup©

I'm A Good Girl

Once upon a time I was a good girl. Granted you'd never guess that now if you saw me strutting down the street today in one of my many mini-skirts that show off my long legs and round bubble butt and the occasional glimpse of my naughty little thongs (at least on those days I wear panties). With my mouth watering 36DD tits on display thanks to those undone top three buttons on my sheer blouses, I seriously doubt any man who sees me could even guess I was once the recording secretary of the Honors Society at Robert P. Dresser High School. Add to that the sight of me perched on my 5" stiletto high heels that Johnny loves so much and wearing my favorite thigh high stockings (I fucking love thigh highs!) and I must look like anything in the world besides a good girl. Still, once upon a time that's exactly what I was.

What's that? Who's Johnny? Johnny is my 19 year old son and the reason why I have all these hot clothes, naughty lingerie, and sexy high heel shoes, but that fact is getting ahead of my story. What isn't getting ahead of my story is that Johnny had a key influence in the first event that set me on the road to being a slut.

You see I gave birth to Johnny when I was 15. No, I wasn't some boy crazy little bimbo who got knocked up by some local high school stud. I was a very good girl, hell I'd never even been out on a date.

So how does a good girl who'd never even been out on a date get a bun in the oven at fifteen? She has to make a series of mistakes. She has to sneak out of her bedroom room window on a Wednesday night so she can go to a rock concert with her friends. Then she and her friends have to accept a backstage pass from a roadie to meet the band after the show. Finally, if while backstage with the band, someone hands her a cup that the good girl doesn't know what's in it, she needs to be polite and drink it right down. If any good girl makes these three mistakes, there is a very good chance she will wake up at dawn the next morning with a busted hymen and a pussy that feels like it has a half gallon of sperm in it. At least that is my personal experience with this situation.

My folks were pretty upset when I got home the next day. They went fucking bonkers when I told them I had missed my second period. The called the cops. They called a bunch of lawyers. They got the same answer from everyone they called. Due to the fact I couldn't remember who had given me the magic cup, let alone be able to name the stud who whitewashed my pussy with his baby batter, there wasn't much of a case.

After my folks put the phone down for the last time they took a deep breath, and then they supported me 100 percent. Being strict Catholics, abortion was out of the question. There was originally some talk of me giving Johnny up for adoption, but I dug my heels in and said no. Pretty much from the day I found out I was pregnant with Johnny, I fell in love with him. I knew there was no way I'd ever give my baby up. There was a pretty big row when I told my folks, but after a couple of days they realized my mind was made up, and they started making arrangements for the arrival of their grandson.

After Johnny was born I decided I was going back to a being good girl. I went to the local continuation school and got my GED. After that it was off to the local community collage, and from there I went on to graduate from the local state university with a degree in business administration. After collage I got a job out of town and threw myself into it and the only other thing in my life I really cared about. My beautiful little baby boy, Johnny.

Life marched on, work and my baby boy. First steps, first day of school, cub scouts, Little League, Pop Warner football, staff meetings, special projects that needed to be done ASAP, and lots and lots of overtime that was my life, at least until I turned 30, and married Gerald. For years my family and friends had been after me to settle down and find myself a man, but it seemed all I attracted were losers who thought being a single mother made me a sure thing and an emotional doormat. My friend Katie had recently pointed out to me that Johnny was 15 and would be leaving home for collage in a few years. I needed to start thinking about living my own life.

I met Gerald on a blind date set up by mutual friends. Gerald had a good career as a banker. Gerald was stable. Gerald was a good listener. Granted with his little pot belly and thick glasses he really didn't make my heart go pitter patter, but I was a grown woman, the mother of a strapping teenaged boy, and thought who needed that at my age?

Gerald and I got along quiet well when we first got married, and he also got along reasonably well with Johnny too. Of course Gerald had the common sense not to try to be a father figure to Johnny. I mean that would have been a complete joke. Even in our wedding pictures the top of Gerald's head only hit Johnny at the shoulder, and even as a high school freshman Johnny had a set of muscles on him that would intimidate most men.

Two more years would pass and then the second event that led to me becoming a slut took place. Johnny went to the Junior Prom. Well there was no surprise there. My little baby had grown into a very handsome young man, well over six feet tall, a chiseled frame, cute dimples when he smiled, my own jet black hair, and sparkling green eyes that were all his own.

I can't say I had any use for his date for the prom, Amy Hotkins. She was an empty headed little blonde cheerleader, who instead of a personality had a perky set of boobs.

The big night rolled around and Johnny looked so handsome in his tuxedo. I didn't care for the way Amy had draped herself all over him while we were taking pictures, but I managed to keep my displeasure to myself.

Johnny's normal curfew was midnight, but seeing as this was a special night we pushed it back to one o'clock, and though I hadn't told Johnny, But I wasn't planning on getting real mad as long as he was home by two. I had a serious hunch that my little boy was going to lose his virginity that night. I had mixed feelings over that fact. I mean Johnny had just turned 18 (I'd kept Johnny home for an extra year before starting kindergarten), and it was bound to happen but I just couldn't help wishing it wasn't going to be with an inane little giggle box like Amy Hotkins.

I was very surprised when Johnny came through the door at a little past midnight. He was very quiet and had a sad little smile on his face. When I asked him about his night, he told me everything was fine. Dinner had been fine, the dance had been fine and Amy was fine. Johnny told me he was tired and went back to his room closing the door behind him.

I was crushed, it was obvious Johnny was upset and for the first time in his life he was shutting me out. Johnny moped around the house for the rest of the week, and I'll admit I moped right along with him.

It was a chance phone call that changed everything. My best friend Katie called up to catch up on things and I told her about my problem with Johnny. Katie suddenly got very quiet. I told Katie if she knew something about this she needed to tell me right then and there. Katie took a deep breath and told me her story.

Katie was also friends with Donna Hotkins, Amy's mother. While at lunch that week with Donna, she had mentioned to Katie she had recently installed spyware on her daughter's computer to try to keep the little cock tease on a shorter leash. Donna then proceeded to tell Katie about an email Amy had sent to one of her fellow slut cheerleader friends about what happened after the prom. Apparently when Amy saw Johnny naked for the first time she demanded he take her home immediately. I was stunned. No I was livid. That little tramp had the nerve to turn down my Johnny? I thanked Katie for the information and made an excuse to end the phone call.

"That little fucking cunt!" I hissed after I hung up the phone.

Gerald, who had been just about to take a sip of tea, ended up spiting it all over himself. Gerald asked me what was wrong, and I told him the story I had just heard getting madder by the second. When I turned to go up to Johnny's room, Gerald took my arm and told me I was about to make a huge mistake. Gerald told me when a boy's been embarrassed because he is small; the only thing that will make it worse is having his mother talk about the subject. Gerald seemed so sure of what he was telling me, but then Gerald had a three inch penis, so he probably was speaking from experience.

I was stunned. My baby, my Johnny, small? It seemed crazy. He was well over six feet tall, an all county linebacker; my god he wore a size 11½ shoe for crying out loud! I went to my room and cried for the rest of the afternoon.

Finally about a week later Johnny snapped out of his funk. He asked me if he could set up some weight lifting equipment in the garage and I immediately said yes even before he told me why.

Gerald had a snit saying something about where would we park our cars and couldn't Johnny just work out at the gym with the rest of the football team? I patiently explained to Gerald that Johnny had decided not to play football next year, because if he concentrated on his studies and aced his advanced placement exams he could win an academic scholarship to the university. Johnny still wanted to work out, but doing it in the garage would not cut into his study time as much as driving all the way across town to the gym.

I was barely able to keep the contempt out of my voice when I told Gerald if it was so important to him, he could continue to park in the garage and I would park out on the driveway. Johnny set up a weight bench, a chin-up bar, and some barbells and dumbbells and a lot of cast iron weights on my side of the garage and was soon spending a large part of his days out there.

I never went out in the garage when Johnny was exercising. It felt like it would have been intruding, but I stopped to listen by the door more then once. It was fascinating, the clang of the iron weights and the occasional deep muted grunts that came through the door. I always ended up walking away with butterflies in my tummy and my cheeks flushed for some reason.

Eventually we settled into our summer routine. Well that is after Gerald left me. It turns out that about six months before, right about when he had his 43rd birthday; Gerald discovered a bald spot forming on the back of his head. He then entered a very quiet and very intense midlife crisis. This would result in him starting a new relationship with a woman he called his "soul mate" but I always thought of as "some 22-year-old bleach blonde pilates instructor with a boob job." I was livid for about two weeks over the fact that this tiny dicked little bald man would have the nerve to leave me for some young cookie. Eventually I calmed down, found a good lawyer to make Gerald's life miserable, and I also joined a gym and hired a personal trainer to get rid of those 10 pounds I'd been meaning to lose for the last few years. (I mean Gerald's 160 pounds of useless flab was out of my life, why not go all the way?)

Life was simple and almost boring. I went to work, Johnny studied, and we both worked out. We had dinner every night and occasionally watched movies on the DVD together. It was just me and my baby boy, and to tell you the truth, it was nice.

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This would change about two weeks before Christmas. I was at the mall, Christmas shopping with my friend Katie. It had been a good day we'd caught up on all the recent gossip and found some good buys too. Katie had been raving about how good I looked. I tried to pretend it was no big deal, but inside I was basking in her compliments.

I did look good. Going to the gym three times a week for almost six months had firmed and toned my 5'7" body. You could bounce a quarter off my butt, and my boobs which had always been my best feature, could now have given that little whore Amy Hotkins a run for her money in the perky department. I'd gotten a new younger looking hair style for my thick black hair, and had traded in my glasses for contacts to show off my blue eyes. For the first time in my life I felt a little bit sexy.

We were all set to call it a day, when we heard a screeching noise off to our right. My first thought was a large parrot was loose in the mall; it tuned out to be Donna Hotkins. She was sitting in a restaurant and invited Katie and I in to have a drink. There was no way we could politely refuse and the next thing I knew I was sitting at a table full of strange women with the mother of the girl who had ruined what should have been one of the best nights of my sweet Johnny's life.

Donna and Katie caught up on small talk and then Donna turned to me.

"You know I never got a chance to thank you." She said sweetly.

I asked what she felt she needed to thank me for.

"For your son taking Amy to the prom last year, it's made my job as a mother so much easier.

I couldn't believe this woman would have the gall to bring up this subject.

"What happened Donna?" One of the women at the table asked.

"Well you know my daughter, Amy? The young lady her father likes to call his little princess, but the girl I know who's had a chronic case of the hot pants since she was 14? Well apparently my little girl had decided it was time to go all the way with Connie's son."

"She's got good taste," one of the women at the table giggled.

"True, she gets it from her mother." Donna said before taking another sip of her cosmo. "Well the dance lets out and they head off to the local lovers lane for the moment of truth."

I couldn't believe she was not only going to tell this story in public, she was going to tell it in front of me. I got ready to come over the table and scratch that bitch's eyes out.

"But when they got down to their birthday suits, Amy found out that Johnny was, well, very gifted if you get my drift."

This news brought a chorus of giggles at the table.

"How gifted?" Another woman asked.

Donna got a big smirk on her face. "Well, to use Amy's own words in an email she sent your daughter, Pattie, she thought if he put it in her he'd split her in two."

"Oh what would a teenager know about a big one?" One of the women scoffed.

"I don't care if it was an optical illusion," Donna said. "All I know that date has kept my little teenaged vixen on the straight and narrow for the last seven months."

"Think it will last?" Another woman asked.

Donna shrugged her shoulders. "I hope so, but Aaron Hills been sniffing around lately."

"He's got a cute butt," yet another woman giggled.

"Yeah and that's what worries me," Donna said shaking her head. "I just want to get her into college without a trip to Planned Parenthood." Donna raised her glass to me, "anyway Connie thank you for raising such a lovely boy."

This brought on another chorus of giggles and the subject of conversation shifted to shoes. Katie and I quickly finished our drinks, made our goodbyes and then Katie drove me home.

I headed straight to my room to think. On the one hand I worried about Johnny. Was all his studying and weight lifting because he felt like a freak? It tore me up inside to think my baby might be hurting. On the other hand, I was elated by what Donna had told me. My baby wasn't "small". Fuck you Gerald, I thought to myself. My Johnny was hung.

This brought up a question I didn't want to think about. Just how big was Johnny. My tummy started doing flip flops and I felt my cheeks flush. I put it out of my mind and went to fix dinner for Johnny.

The only problem is that question wouldn't stay out of my mind. It seemed at least three or four times a day I would find myself wondering just what was in my son's pants. Often at the worst times, meetings at work, or talking to friends on the phone; that question kept worming into my brain.

I found myself looking at Johnny all the time now. My eyes were always drifting down to the front of his pants. Not that I could really tell what was down there. Johnny didn't like tight clothes. I realized I really had no idea what Johnny's body looked like. I knew he had wide shoulders, and when he wore short sleeve shirts I could see the hints of well developed biceps, but I no idea what was under his clothes. I began to wonder about that too.

As the weeks slid by I found myself masturbating more. My usual routine had been to draw a hot bath, light some candles and rub my kitty about twice a month to take the edge off. Now however the urge was coming over me two to three times a week.

I wish I could say I had a good reason, but the truth be told it mainly came down to me being too horny to see straight, and I eventually came to a decision. I needed to see it. I needed to see my Johnny's penis. I told myself it was just curiosity and that once I saw it, I'd stop thinking about it. Was it a cheap rationalization? Sure, but if you can't have a cheap rationalization when your panties are wet, when can you?

Of course the question now how was I going to get a peek? As a family we didn't flaunt our bodies. The only place I could count on Johnny being nude was in the shower, but that didn't do me much good. I suppose I could accidentally barge in, but what would happen if Johnny wasn't naked? Was I just supposed to keep accidentally barging in? I mean how many times could I accidentally barge into a shower before Johnny got suspicious? Besides, it would probably be traumatic for the poor boy to suddenly be confronted in the shower by his mother.

It took me about all of 10 minutes to get around this dilemma. I made a trip to the electronics store and bought one of those nanny cams. If you've never heard of a nanny cam, it's a small hidden video camera hidden in a common object used by concerned parents to monitor the people actually raising their children. Granted I don't think I was planning on using it for a purpose envisioned by the manufacturer, but my lust had caused me to think outside the box.

The camera was concealed in a false book I put up on shelf in Johnny's bathroom where I kept the extra hand towels. It had cost a little extra, but I'd got a digital video camera that would record to the hard drive on my computer in my room. I could even set it to record for specific periods of time, so I wouldn't have to monitor the camera, or end up with a nine hour recording to catch the 10 minutes of what I wanted to see.

I usually left for work before Johnny got up, so I set the timer on the camera for that hour before I knew Johnny left for school. I wish I could say I hesitated before I hit the button on my computer to set the timer, but that would be a lie. I was going to see my baby and this was going to be the day.

I was a mess at work that day. I had the attention span of a gnat. I had three meetings, two conference calls and answered 14 emails and the most intelligent response I had to any of them was to say or write "I'll get back to you on that." It was so bad my personal assistant actually asked me if I was feeling ok. I told her I was feeling a little woozy, which was as close to the truth as I could get.

I finally gave up on getting anything done that day and ducked out of work an hour early. Surprisingly enough I didn't head straight home. I ended up driving around aimlessly for awhile, because now that what I wanted was waiting for me at home, I wondered if I really wanted this. Good mothers didn't set up spy cameras to see how big their sons' penises were, and good girls certainly didn't watch the recordings.

I was a good girl, or at least I tried to be since I was 15. That was almost 19 years of my life; did I really want to throw that identity away just to satisfy my curiosity?

I decided I'd made a mistake, and that the thing to do was go home, erase that recording, and then return that nanny cam to the electronics store the next day. If I did that, there would be no real lasting damage, because being tempted to do something isn't the same as actually doing it. I felt better as I turned my car towards home.

When I got home I was going to head straight to my room and erase that recording. At least that was the plan. Maybe if Johnny hadn't just finished his workout when I got home, and maybe if I hadn't caught a glimpse of his broad back in walking up the stairs towards his room as I came through the door I would have followed my plan, but then it suddenly seemed like a better idea if I fixed dinner for Johnny. A good mother would make sure her child got a hot meal before she took care of anything else, right?

I looked in the refrigerator for awhile, but nothing looked appealing and was certainly in no shape to cook. I ended up just ordering a pizza, which was fine by Johnny. He was watching some crash bang action movie on the TV.

I joined him, but picked at my food. I should have gone upstairs at the first commercial and deleted that recording. It would have taken 10 seconds and I'd be able to mark the last few weeks down to a harmless temptation.

I didn't go upstairs at the first commercial, and I didn't go during the second one either. Suddenly the idea of what was waiting at the top of the stairs for me was kind of scary. I just sat on the couch starring at the TV without really paying any attention to it as I absentmindedly rubbed my thighs together.

When the movie was over Johnny gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek and went to bed, but I stayed down stairs watching TV. Well not really watching, more just flipping from channel to channel only pausing every few minutes to glance towards the top of the stairs, towards my room, towards what was waiting for me.

Finally, after an hour of squirming on the couch I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. I turned the TV off and walked up the stairs to my room. I opened the door to my room; it was lit only by the flickering red power display on my computer. I sat down in front of the keyboard and brought up the video program. I had three simple choices; I could erase the recording, save it for later, or watch it. I moved the cursor over the erase button, but at the last second I clicked on the play button.

A part of me was shocked at what I was doing, this wasn't me; I was a good girl, but I told myself I'd just take a quick peek. I just needed to see, and then this craziness could finally end. My tongue licked a fine line of sweat that had formed on my upped lip.

For a long time there was nothing to see on the monitor. The screen was completely black because the bathroom light was off. Still I felt giddy; even if I couldn't see anything I'd crossed a line. In some way it was better not being able to see, because I was being bad without doing anything wrong. The time stretched on as I sat in my dark bedroom. I could have fast forwarded the recording but I didn't. I didn't turn it off either. I just let the event wash over me.

After a while my blouse began to feel tight. I undid the top two buttons, and before I knew it my hand was running over the tops of my breasts encased in my heavy duty support bra, leaving a trail of goose bumps and a delicious shiver down my spine.

It felt like the recording had been running for 20 minutes, or maybe it was five, I really couldn't say. All I know is it felt like a very long time. Maybe Johnny hadn't taken a shower that morning? Maybe the recording was going to just be of a dark empty room for an hour? Maybe I could walk away from this and still be a good girl?

Just then, the light came on and the camera showed Johnny stumbling into the bathroom. He looked half asleep with his adorable bed head. Without any sort of preamble my 18-year-old son turned on the shower and began to shed his tee-shirt and sweats. I didn't really get a chance to study Johnny's body before he slid into the shower; I mean aside from a peek at Johnny's ass which looked like it had been carved out of marble.

When Johnny closed the door to the shower behind him, the frosted glass made it impossible for me to tell anything specific about his body. Still I could see the silhouette of a muscular young man. The muscles of his arms and shoulders were clearly defined even through the glass. As Johnny washed his hair I could see the bunch of muscles at the base of his neck, and his vee-shaped back filled the glass.

My mouth suddenly got dry as I realized that wasn't the body of my little boy in that shower; it was the body of a man, a powerful young man. I could hear the rustle of my pants suit as I slowly rubbed my thighs together.

I suddenly pictured myself in the shower with Johnny, standing behind him; my soapy hands starting at his hips and ever so slowly running up the sides of his body until I reached his chest, where they snaked around him drawing him into a tight embrace so I could grind my bare tits into his back as I nibbled at his ear.

My one hand was now squeezing and massaging my bra encased breast, and my other hand had dropped down into my lap and I was rubbing a big hard circle on the front of my lap.

Johnny got out of the shower and dried himself with a towel. I couldn't really see anything until he stepped up to the sink when I got a clear view of Johnny's body thanks to the bathroom mirror.

Oh my god, the shadow in the shower didn't do justice to the man standing here, and don't kid yourself my Johnny was all man. There nothing boyish about the body I was staring at. There wasn't an extra ounce of fat anywhere on my baby. From his strong sexy chest, to the hard ridges of his abs that rippled down his stomach, and every inch of those rock hard muscles was covered with smooth flawless skin.

My breathing was getting ragged. I began yanking my clothes out of the way to get to the skin underneath. I'd worked my hand under my bra and was pinching and teasing my hard nipple.

I still couldn't see it. What I wanted to see, what I needed to see, because the counter completely blocked my view of Johnny from below the waist, aside from that rock hard sexy ass. I was panting in frustration. I mean Johnny was beautiful and oh so fucking sexy, but I still couldn't see his penis.

Johnny started brushing his teeth. I heard myself start to whine. He was almost done. He was going to get dressed soon, and I wasn't going to get to see it.

Or so I thought, until Johnny causally stepped back from counter and then I saw the biggest penis I'd ever seen in my life. No, that's not true, because what was hanging half-way down my son's thigh certainly wasn't a penis. Something that long and that fat had to be a cock and my Johnny had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen in my life. I couldn't tell you exactly how long it was, but it looked like it was at least twice as long as Gerald's little noodle dick, and I knew if I ever tried to wrap my hands around that big piece of meat, I'd need both hands to even hope to do it. Oh did I mention the best part? My Johnny wasn't even hard. That's what his cock looked like when it was soft.

Without a conscious thought, I crammed my hand into my panties and then it happened. Right as my fingers brushed over the top of my clit, Johnny reached down with his free hand and gave that beautiful fucking cock an idle pump. The orgasm that ripped through my body felt like it had come out of an electric chair. My back arched and locked into place. I had to bite my arm through my blouse to keep from screaming as the pleasure rolled over me like a tidal wave.

Eventually the pleasure subsided and I melted into my chair. I sleepily glanced up at the computer monitor, almost drunk from the endorphins sloshing around in my brain. The screen was dark. Johnny had finished his morning ablations and had left the room. The show was over and my curiosity had been more then satisfied. I should have erased the recording and tried to get back to normal. Instead I saved the recording, and set up the timer for the next day.

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Bad Girl

I spent the next day waiting for the other shoe to drop. You know, that moment when the full weight of what I'd done would come crashing down on me, and I'd dissolve into a big puddle of guilt. I mean a good girl would feel terrible about peeping on her own son, right?

I woke up 20 minutes before my alarm went off and bounced out of bed. I showered, put on my makeup, did my hair, even had breakfast, and still was out the door 10 minutes earlier then when I usually left for work. I hadn't had this kind of energy since I was 20.

Work flew by. I got done all the work that I hadn't finished the day before by ten. By two I was working on reports that weren't going to be due until next week. My personal assistant commented that she could barely keep up. I laughed and told her not to worry about it; I was just having a really good day. I sent her home two hours early and told her just to go out and have some fun.

During the ride home I wondered what would happen when I saw Johnny, when I looked him in the eye, face to face. Would that be when the guilt would come crashing down?

Johnny wasn't home when I pulled up in the driveway. He'd gone to the library to study after school. I went into the kitchen and fixed one of his favorite dinners, my special meat loaf with potatoes au gratin and sautéed green beans.

When Johnny got home, he poked his head in the kitchen with a hopeful look on his face. "Is that what I think it is?" He asked. I told him it was. "What's the special occasion?" He asked pleasantly confused.

"It's Tuesday, now wash your hands and set the table before it gets cold." I told him with a smile and a wink.

There's no greater joy then watching a teenage boy eat. Johnny had thirds of everything his mama made for him, and the only reason he didn't have fourths is I reminded him there was ice cream in the freezer. I've always loved watching Johnny eat, for some reason feeding my baby boy always makes me feel like a mom.

After dinner we sat down on the couch and watched one of those action movies Johnny loves so much. It was fun to just spend a quiet night with my boy and I felt totally at peace with the world when he gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and went upstairs to bed. I turned out the lights and followed my baby upstairs soon afterward.

When I got to the top of the stairs I realized I wasn't going to feel guilty about what I had done. My peeking on Johnny didn't make me a bad girl, I rationalized to myself. I cared for my son and loved him as much as any other mother, and as long as Johnny didn't find out about my peeking, what would be the harm? I was sure that in a couple of weeks I'd be over this little phase of my life and things could get back to normal.

I closed my bedroom door and walked across the room to my desk. I didn't feel guilty as I sat down, but I have to admit I was a little bothered to find out I wasn't quite the good girl I'd always thought I was.

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My life drifted into a routine over the next two weeks: work, trips to the gym three times a week, dinner with my Johnny, and rubbing my pussy raw at my computer every night before I went to bed. Granted that wasn't a normal routine, but it was my routine, and I liked it.

I couldn't get enough of Johnny's body. His powerful chest, broad tapered back, ripped abs, bulging biceps, I drank it all in with my eyes every night. It was like a drug. And then there was Johnny's cock. That delicious slab of man meat, just a glimpse of it would have me gasping towards an orgasm as I imagined my hand, or sometimes, even my mouth wrapped around that massive, powerful tool.

Everything was fine, wonderful, but towards the end of those two weeks, I noticed something. I was getting antsy, edgy, I needed something more. I needed to see my baby boy's cock hard. Granted most mornings when Johnny stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself and take a shower he probably still had about half of his "morning wood," but that wasn't enough any more. I wanted to see that trouser snake engorged, standing straight up, ready for action. No, I wanted even more. I wanted to see my baby's dick in action. I wanted to see my boy wrap one of those big strong hands around that pillar of cock meat and pound it until he spewed out a gallon of his thick yummy teenaged boy cream.

This should have been my wakeup call that as a responsible adult I was way over the line, but as you may have noticed I wasn't feeling very responsible at the time. What I was feeling was incredibly horny, which is probably why I had no real hesitation when I moved my nanny cam from Johnny's bathroom to his bedroom.

I went up to room that night after I'd moved the camera to see what was waiting for me in Johnny's bedroom. This was completely different then my bathroom recordings. For starters I didn't know when the magic event would take place so I had to set the camera up to record for pretty much the entire time Johnny would be awake, from 7 AM to 11 PM. I had decided to fast forward through the day until I found what I was looking for. Even fast forwarding I was in front of my computer for a solid 20 minutes and I was shocked by what I saw, nothing. Well Johnny put on his clothes at the beginning of the day and took them off at the end, and he seemed to spend a lot of time at his computer (which I couldn't see from this angle), but there was no hanky panky going on in my boy's room. Needless to say I was disappointed. I decided it just hadn't been my night and went to bed without even my normal relief.

The next three nights had the same exact results, leaving me completely confused. I had a healthy 18-year-old son at his sexual peak but who according to what my camera was recording wasn't masturbating. It didn't make any sense, and as the woman who did Johnny's laundry and washed a minimum of six pairs of cum stained briefs, and several stiff hand towels every week I knew for a fact it wasn't the case. He wasn't masturbating in the bathroom, or his bedroom; I had no idea what was going on.

In the end the answer was so obvious I literally slapped myself on the forehead. It took about a week, but finally at the end of a recording I noticed Johnny pulling up his pants as he walked away from his computer. Why would my baby need to pull up his pants if he was working on his computer? It was right after I asked that question that the head slapping started.

Where else would my Johnny go looking for sexual relief, but the porn dispenser his mother had thoughtfully left on his desk? I was still calling myself a moron when I went to sleep.

The next day while Johnny was out in the garage lifting weights, I slipped into his room and moved the camera to give mommy a clear shot of his desk and computer and waited for later that night to see if I'd gotten in right this time.

When I sat down at my computer that night the butterflies in my tummy were going crazy. I need to see my baby's cock so bad it was driving me crazy. I turned on the program and hit the fast forward.

It was only a couple of minutes before the lights came on in the room Johnny sat down in front of his computer, and turned it on. I clicked on a button and began watching the tape at a regular speed. As Johnny's computer booted up he pulled his sweats down to his ankles.

So much for any late night studying I thought to myself as I sat in front of my glowing computer monitor rubbing my thighs together,

I watched Johnny click his mouse a few times as he absentmindedly rubbed the front of his fully packed briefs. Because of the glare from the screen, I couldn't see what Johnny was looking at, but judging by the way the head of his dick slowly peeked out the top of his underwear I could tell he liked it. I tore my eyes away from the hard piece of meat I'd been lusting after and looked at Johnny's face.

Johnny looked different then he normally did which sounds strange because he was just sitting there with a little grin on his face, but he looked different. Normally Johnny's grin looked cute or even mischievous, like a little boy, but this was different. Johnny's grin was almost a sneer. It was the look of a man on the hunt who liked what he saw. I felt my pussy flooded just seeing that look on my baby's face.

Johnny reached down and with no ceremony pulled his briefs down to the floor and that is when I got my first clear look of the night at my baby boy's huge fucking cock. When he sat back up in his chair it slapped against his stomach. The shaft was long straight and thick. Oh my god it was thick, I guessed with my two little hands I'd barely be able to wrap them around that hot slab off man muscle. Even in the image on my monitor I could see a couple of large veins running up the length of that massive fuck stick all the way to the bulbous head jutting a good three inches past his belly button.

Johnny reached into a drawer on his desk and pulled out a brown bottle. A random silly thought flashed through my head; so that's where my extra bottle of hand cream had disappeared to. I watched Johnny pour out a large dollop of the thick white cream and grease up that huge bulging prick from the base of his dangling balls all the way up to the tip of that huge mushroom head.

I leaned back into my chair, not relaxing, because every muscle in my body was straining and on edge; I leaned back to give myself room to cram my hand into my panties. I soon as my hand wormed into those full cotton panties, I noticed I had completely soaked the front panel with my juices. My fingers pushed down through my bush, it was like a swamp, and began rubbing the lips of my needy little snatch.

Johnny was running his big fist up and down the long shaft of his cock, but it wasn't the way I imagined him doing it. I'd always pictured a teenaged boy's self pleasure to be frantic and almost clumsy, but Johnny was anything but clumsy. Johnny's hand ran smoothly up and down the length of his rigid shaft, all the way to the very tip. Whenever his big fist got to the up to the head, Johnny would drag his thumb over the top, running it over his piss slit and smearing another big drop of precum over that cock for even more lubrication, and there was certainly nothing rushed about his actions.

Johnny's fist moved at a slow steady pace. This was no adolescent looking to rub one out. Johnny looked like a man who knew how to enjoy pleasure, and make it last. Some men went their whole lives and never learned this lesson, but my Johnny knew it and he was only 18. It was just more proof my son was a natural born stud.

I sat staring at my monitor, not even blinking an eye. I didn't want to miss a second of the recording. The only sounds in the room was the rasping sound of my breath becoming more and more ragged and the moist sticky sounds of my own fingers that were jammed deep into my sopping panties. I was hypnotized by what I was seeing on that screen just watching that hand moving up and down that slick shaft. Johnny had plenty of room for his other hand. Actually in my mind I saw my hands with Johnny's jacking that big fucking cock.

Johnny pushed back away from the desk, spread his legs wide and began to pick up his pace. I know I couldn't really see it on the monitor but I could sense that the muscles in Johnny's legs were bunched and straining. His hand was flying up and down that big piece of meat, and his other hand was down at the base holding his cock, stretching the skin tight over that throbbing dick. Johnny wasn't even looking at the screen any more, all his attention was focused on his prick.

I was vaguely aware that my hand was jammed into my panties and I was humping my fingers while I pictured that cock sliding into a pussy, splitting it wide open. Still I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.

Then it happened, Johnny's body convulsed, his hips shot up like he was trying to drive that big baby maker all the way into some slut's womb. I couldn't really see exactly what was happening, but Johnny didn't stop beating that cock for a second and every time his hips came out of the chair his cock jumped like a wild animal trying to escape. After about the third time this happened I noticed a fat white blob up by Johnny's collarbone. Soon there were two more above his tight brown nipple and more seemed to appear trailing down his body.

I didn't have a rational thought in my head, but really with three of my fingers sawing into my needy cunt up to my knuckles who would have expected something like that? Still in some deep animal part of my brain I knew what that was on my little baby boy, it was his thick white stud cum. An image flashed through my brain of Johnny pumping that spunk all over his horny mother's body and I lost it. I barely jammed my other hand into my mouth as my orgasm hit. I bit down so hard I broke the skin and that copper metallic taste of my blood filled my mouth. That first orgasm hit like a locomotive. My back arched and I waited for the pleasure to pass, but it didn't. The next orgasm came right behind it and almost as hard, it was followed by another and other, like freight cars on a long train disappearing into a tunnel.

Finally I was able to open my eyes and come back down to earth. I looked at the monitor; Johnny was cleaning those puddles of cum of his hard body. A voice in my head said it should be my mouth doing that, lapping up my big stud's teen-aged boy cream. My pussy spasmed again, but I didn't have the energy to do anything about it. I was all fucked out and my little boy hadn't laid a finger on me.

I looked down, and saw I completely soaked through the towel I'd put down on the chair before I started watching my baby. I was barely able to stumble into my bathroom and come back with some cleaning supplies. I still ended up having to clean it again the next day, but I did a decent enough job to keep the whole top floor of my house from reeking like a bitch in heat. After I tossed the towel in my bathroom hamper, I crawled into bed, turned off the lights, and slept the sleep of a well and truly satiated woman.

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The next day things stayed in their usual routine. Work for me, school, studying and lifting weights for Johnny, dinner at 6:30 for both of us, and some TV afterwards; even the point at the end of the night where I went upstairs to watch Johnny could be called routine given the last couple of weeks. Still there was something new in our house. I caught myself looking at Johnny in a very new way. Well he wasn't really Johnny then, at least in my eyes. He was the tall, powerful sexy man I was sharing a house with. It was only that one time, but I felt my pussy flood. I realized I wasn't looking at my son; I was looking at the man I wanted to fuck.

Of course, my cheeks started burning, because I wouldn't do that, sleep with my son, not in a million years. That would be wrong. At least that's what I kept telling myself, but after that, once or twice a day the thought would come back, no matter how hard I tried to make it go away.

I had to laugh at myself by the end of that week, thinking for even a moment Johnny might not masturbate. Since I'd moved my spy camera I saw that Johnny was jacking that big cock of his anywhere from two to six times a day. During the week it usually happened right when Johnny got home from school, and before he went to bed, but there were a couple of mornings when Johnny took care of his glorious morning wood in front of his computer before starting his day. And the weekends, the weekends! I'd never really noticed before just how much time my baby was spending in his room during the weekend. It seemed like every hour or so cum was shooting out of the end of my baby's cock. Oh, and I also quickly found out my Johnny wasn't a one shot wonder. Often my little stud would have two cums in the same session, and one time I saw him fire off four times in an hour and never go soft. By the end of that week if there had been any doubt, it was gone now. My Johnny was a fucking cocksman par excellence.

Also, by the end of that week there was a new question for me to think about, what did Johnny look at when he was at his computer, what turned my Johnny on? I think that this was the point where just how crazy I'd become became crystal clear; I went down to the electronic store that afternoon on lunch and picked up a copy of that spyware that Amy Hotkins's mother used to keep an eye on her little whore of a daughter.

It took me two days to get some time when Johnny was out of the house to load the program onto his computer, and then I had to wait until the next Saturday to get some time to go through what I'd pirated off of my Johnny's computer, but it was a real eye opener.

For starters, just the raw amount of porn that you can find on the average 18 year old boy's computer is staggering. There were hundreds and hundreds of pictures, ranging from cheesecake stuff you might find on the cover a magazine in a grocery store, to hard core shots that made even a woman who rubbed her cunt while watching her own son masturbate blush. There were a ton of stories, and a laundry list of videos. I quickly realized I wasn't going to get through all of it in one sitting and put it aside for later viewing.

My schedule started to change that week. Before, I would usually wait about an hour after Johnny to went upstairs to follow him up to our bedrooms, but now I started going up to my room right after him. I'd spend that hour going through Johnny's porn collection, and then enjoy my peek at Johnny and a mind blowing orgasm before bed.

I was surprised at first at how much that porn was turning me on, because I'd never had any appetite for it before, but it was about Wednesday that I figured out why I was getting so turned on. It was the women in the pictures, stories and videos. They weren't the hard bodied little teeny boppers you'd expect to find in a teenaged boy's porn stash. A lot of them were my age. Hell not a lot of them, most of them. It seemed my Johnny had a thing for older women.

And not just any older women, he really seemed to like this one porn star named Lexus Anderson. Johnny had on his computer. She was about my height, maybe a little older then me, dark hair like mine and blue eyes that looked like mine too. There were some differences, her boobs were a little bigger (but mine are real thank you very much), and she had some pretty tacky tattoos, but she did look enough like me for me to notice the resemblance immediately.

Johnny had at least a hundred pictures of her, but it was the videos that got to me. There must have been at least 50 of them, all hard core, all of her with younger guys, younger guys with big cocks. Those were my boy's favorite videos, of a woman who looked like his mother fucking guys who could have been him. It was after the third video that night that it dawned on me that Johnny might want his mother as much as she wanted him. I ended up fucking my hand while watching those videos until almost four in the morning that night.

Of course by the next day that idea seemed ridiculous. I was Johnny's mother for crying out loud. I was the old lady who cooked his dinner and got on him for leaving his dirty clothes on his bedroom floor. He couldn't be attracted to me, could he? By the end of my work day I had decided the idea of Johnny being attracted to me really was silly, and that was that. Of course, later that night when I was going through Johnny's porn collection it began to make sense again.

Finally after about a week I had to see for myself, was my baby boy attracted to me? I wanted to dress sexy and see if Johnny would notice me, but this lead to a problem I had never given much thought. I didn't really own any sexy clothes. My wardrobe ran heavy towards pantsuits, mom jeans, baggy sweaters, and sensible flats. My clothes were perfect for comfort, but a disaster for turning a young boy's head. I had to dig way back into my closet, but I was able to throw an outfit together with at least a slim chance of getting Johnny to notice me.

That night I walked into the house in a black skirt, granted it went three inches past my knees, but it was the shortest one in my closet. Panty hoses for bit of my leg you could see (Johnny really seemed to like stockings, and this was as close as I could get), sensible black shoes with a two inch heel that I had left over from the interview for my last promotion, and a white blouse that had got shrunk in the dryer and was really tight.

As I closed the door behind me, I unbuttoned the top two buttons on my blouse and felt my cheeks flush. I walked into the house, dumped my purse on the kitchen table and started dinner. Johnny came in the house soon after me, and did seem to hanging around the kitchen talking about the latest test he'd aced, but I couldn't say for sure it was because of me.

Until I was emptying the dishwasher and happened to glance up into the window while I was bent over, I saw Johnny's reflection in the glass; his eyes were glued to the back of my dress. My cheeks flushed again, and I had to keep my back to Johnny for while until I could stop smiling.

The four skirts in my closet began getting worn every week after that. I wore my gym clothes around the house way too often too. If it was remotely sexy it made it into my daily wardrobe and Johnny noticed every time. He didn't drool and follow me around the house with a giant hard on tenting his tight jeans, but he did always seem to find an excuse to be in the same room as me. We talked more. I found out he was thinking about majoring in bio-chemistry when he got to collage, he hadn't missed football as much as he thought he might, and then there were the looks.

The quick glances at my legs, the way his eyes would drift over my chest whenever I left buttons undone on my blouse. My baby was aware of his mother's body, and that got me wet.

On those nights I almost didn't need to peek at Johnny stroking his big cock. Those stolen peeks and glances would get me so turned on it was all I could do not to just shove my hands in my panties in front of Johnny and rub my hot cunt to a screaming orgasm. I turned my baby on, that knowledge was all I really needed.

Of course I still peeked. I loved seeing Johnny's dick, watching his strong hands rub every inch of that long shaft, seeing that thick white cum spew out of the top; I wasn't about to give that up.

Still something started to eat at me. Johnny was beating that prize piece of meat to internet porn. To faceless porn whores. I got a little jealous. I knew I excited Johnny. He should have been thinking about me when he was masturbating. Finally I decided that cum was mine, and I was going to get it.

So the question became how could I get Johnny's attention away from that bunch of sluts on his computer? Luckily, thanks to going through Johnny's computer I knew exactly what would get my boy's attention. Still it took me about a week to work up the courage to order what I needed online. Three days later, when the delivery man dropped off my packages I was ready to put my plan into action.

"Hey mom, are you home?" Johnny called out when he came through the door the next afternoon.

I told him I was in the kitchen and just kept my attention on the chicken I was making for dinner. I heard Johnny come into the room and then I heard a bang, like someone walking into a chair.

I turned around. My ears had been right Johnny was standing in front of a knocked over kitchen chair, his book bag dangling from one hand as he stared at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh your home sweetheart," I said with a bright smile.

I put down my spoon and walked across the kitchen. I Johnny a sweet welcome home peck on his cheek which also gave him the opportunity to smell that new perfume I had picked up the night before. I turned and started walking back across the kitchen.

"Ummm, mom?" Johnny asked.

"Yes dear?" I asked innocently turning around in the middle of the room.

"Uh, your clothes..." Johnny wasn't able to finish his sentence

"Oh, you mean my new outfit?" I said twisting back and forth on one shoe in my new clothes.

Well actually that shoe was a red four inch stiletto high heel. It matched my barely there red tartan mini-skirt. In between where sheer white thigh high stockings that matched the tiny white sleeveless blouse with the plunging neckline. That neckline came in handy because the bra I was wearing was really more of a shelf for my tits, pushing them up on display like a pair of ripe cantaloupes. The finishing touch to the outfit were the high cut white French panties I was wearing. Of course Johnny would only be able to see those if I bent over in front of him, and I wouldn't do that, would I? I was a good girl.

I giggled, "Well, I've been making such progress working out, that I was thinking I'd wear some more fun outfits this summer, so I thought I wear them around the house for right now, you know to build up some confidence."

Johnny didn't say a word; his eyes were riveted to the edge of my skit brushing the tops of my stockings as I twisted back and forth.

"You don't think your old mom is being silly, do you honey?" I asked. Johnny didn't look up; he was hypnotized by my sleek thighs.

"Johnny, you don't think I'm too old to wear clothes like this do you baby?" I mock pouted.

"God no, you're hot mom," Johnny said without thinking. Hell without even looking up.

There it was, a heartfelt compliment of my looks from my baby boy, but there more proof then words that Johnny liked what he saw. I glanced down at the front of his jeans and was able to watch that big cock surge down his tight pant's leg. I started my own staring, and felt my tongue come out and lick my lips.

Johnny must have noticed his erection, because he blushed scarlet and stumbled out the kitchen mumbling about how he needed to put his books away. He lurched out of the room, barely able to walk with that gigantic piece of man meat jammed in the front of his pants.

I did that. I thought to myself, and inside my head I jumped up and down like a naughty little school girl.

Johnny was up in his room for almost 20 minutes before I managed to get him to come out of his room for dinner, which was fine by me, because my little show was just getting started. I was out of my chair every two minutes during dinner, getting more food for Johnny, more food for me, more milk, seconds for Johnny, and twice I ended looking in the refrigerator bent over at the waist, giving Johnny a perfect view of those high cut panties stretched over his mother's round little butt. I even pressed my straining boobs up against his neck when I leaned in to him that big piece of cherry pie I'd made from scratch for my baby boy that day. I was shameless, and it was exhilarating.

Johnny was in a fog all through dinner. He couldn't keep his eyes off his mother's body. My boobs, my ass, my legs, whatever was on display his eye were drinking up. He chewed with his mouth open, like he was in a trance. He tried for about three minutes to carry on a normal conversation, but he quickly gave up and his standard reply to any lull in the conversation was to mumble "uh huh", whether I had said anything or not.

After dinner Johnny made a beeline for the bathroom, and judging by how long he was in there he must have jerked his cock at least once. Of course I wasn't through for the night, not by a long shot.

I got Johnny a soda when he sat down in front of the TV and of course I had to refill it every ten minutes which meant I had to walk in front of Johnny and bend over, shamelessly putting my tits on display for close up inspection. I kept the remote control with me, but claimed it wasn't working from my seat. This required me to stand in front of the TV and bend over, supposedly for the remote control to work, but really to give Johnny a clear close up view of my panty clad ass. And when I wasn't doing these cute little tricks I just sat with my legs crossed, one stiletto dangling off of my stocking clad foot as I sucked my thumb. I was shameless. The average whore on a street corner showed more restraint then I did that night, and I never felt more alive in my life.

For the first time in my life I was using my body to get attention from a man I wanted, and trust me that night as far I was concerned Johnny was a man. No, he was the man I wanted to turn on.

It probably didn't help my behavior that Johnny's cock was hard as a rock the entire night. Just seeing the outline of that big monster dick in those tight denim pants, and knowing it was there because of me, made me crazy with lust.

Finally Johnny staggered upstairs to bed about an hour before he normally went upstairs. He mumbled something about being tired, but that bulge in jeans said he had other plans. This was fine by me because I'd been as crazy as a bitch in heat for the past hour.

My cunt had been on fire since I had slid into those little slut panties that afternoon. That meant my hot desperate to be filled pussy had been dribbling out my lady cream for a good six hours at this point. Those panties were soaked I'd bet they would have weighed five pounds if I had tossed them on the scale that night. I was dying for relief when Johnny went upstairs.

Five minutes after Johnny went up the stairs I followed him, stopping only to turn off the downstairs light.

When I got to my room, I closed the door behind me in my room and made a beeline to the computer. I quickly turned on my spy cam and was baffled by what I saw in Johnny's room darkness. Apparently my Johnny, the young man with the cock you could have used to hammer railroad spikes five minutes ago had gone to bed. What the fuck?

I backed the recording up to about the time Johnny had gotten home that afternoon and seen me for the first time. At first I didn't see anything, then Johnny's hand tossed his book bag on to his chair but he didn't sit down at it. I was confused until I noticed something in the corner of the screen, which showed the very edge of Johnny's bed. I could see Johnny's white tennis shoes on the bed, his legs were spread wide and his jeans were jammed down around his ankles. I realized my baby was beating his meat on his bed.

Johnny didn't need his computer for inspiration today. All he needed to cum was to think of his hot mom. I came four times that night just watching my boy's shoes and knowing he was thinking of me.

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Now that I knew for sure what Johnny liked I started shopping like crazy. I still wince when I think about how much money I spent in those first couple of weeks, but everything I bought I knew would get Johnny as hard as a rock.

I bought mini-skirts in every color in the rainbow, the shorter the better. Halter tops, peek-a-boo blouses, tank dresses that clung to every curve on my body like a second skin, hot pants, skirts slit up to the waist, and I even bought some super tight jeans and turned them into daisy dukes.

Then there were the shoes. I bought anything with a heel, the higher the better. Platform soles, stiletto heels, mules, and boots too from ankle to thigh high, all dyed to match my new skirts.

Finally there was all the lingerie I bought. I bought a few bras, none of which were for support. The only time I wore them was when I wanted my tits bulging and showing miles of cleavage for my Johnny. There were panties, the wispier and tinier the better. There were thongs that would make an old stripper blush, garter belts, stockings, knee socks, frilly anklets, and even some trashy jewelry like ankle bracelets and belly chains.

And every night when I paraded around in front of my teen aged son in whatever slutty little outfit I'd picked out that day, I had his undivided attention. After a while, Johnny's cock was hard when he walked through the door after school, just at the thought of how I would be dressed, and I made sure kept that big dick standing straight up until he stumbled off to bed at the end of the night. I teased him unmercifully, finding new ways to show off my tight little ass or long legs every day. I couldn't keep my hands off him. I was constantly straightening his clothes, which gave me the chance to wrap my hands around those powerful arms, or accidentally run my hand over his sculpted butt when I was supposedly tucking his shirt in.

Our house suddenly became much smaller, at least that's what it must have seemed like to Johnny. I was continually finding new reasons to press my body against his. Pressing up against his back and dragging my tits across it, wondering if Johnny could feel my hard nipples, was a favorite pastime for me now.

I suddenly needed Johnny's help almost every day. To help his old mother keep her balance on step stools when she reached for things in the closet, when I ran out reasons for me to be going in the closet four times a night, I just started asking Johnny to "steady me" when I reached into the top shelves in the kitchen. It sounds ridiculous now, but I guess when Johnny saw his mommy wobbling around in open toed sandals with five inch heels a strong male hand must have made a lot of sense. All I know is every time I felt Johnny's big hands on my hips, right above the swell of my ass; I could feel my pussy just open and wide and flood with juices.

Poor Johnny had no idea what was going on. It probably seemed like his mom had gone bonkers. I pretty much went from the old woman who fixed his meals and did his laundry to some sex crazed slut overnight. Not that he was complaining very much or even at all. Johnny couldn't keep his eyes off his hot mommy, and it got to the point where he even stopped trying to hide those big hardons I was causing.

Every night after Johnny stumbled upstairs to his bedroom to pump quarts of thick white boy cum out of his cock while thinking about his slut of a mother, I was right behind him. I'd moved my spy camera so I got the full show now, and didn't have to settle for just looking at his feet; god, the sight of him lying nude on his narrow bed; his hand flying up and down that long hard dick drove me fucking berserk.

I wasn't finger fucking myself any more. Along with all those trashy outfits I'd bought online, I'd also purchased my very first vibrator. It was called the Big John, and it certainly lived up to its name. It turned out to be a little longer then Johnny's cock, but not quiet as thick. From the first day it arrived I loved having that big cudgel jammed up my dripping pussy while I looked at my Johnny fisting his pole. It made it seem like he was in the room with me, and when I put that buzzing tip of it on my clit while watching Johnny cum? The orgasms would pound me like surf on a beach.

What happened next, I can at least slightly blame on alcohol. I mean I can't blame the peeping; hacking in to his computer, or dressing and acting like a slut around Johnny on alcohol, but for what happened next I think booze played at least a slight helping hand.

I had got stuck going to an after work event with my co-workers. It was at a bar and the liquor was flowing pretty freely. Mainly because I think one of our salesmen was making a play for me. God, the guy was in his mid-40's with a gut and what looked like the beginnings of a comb over, like he ever had a shot. I had a real man at home.

Anyway, I was finally able to make my escape, but I didn't get home until after ten and was still pretty drunk. Johnny had already gone to bed. So I trudged up the stairs, and went to my room.

I was feeling antsy. Partially it was from the drinks at the bar, but mainly it was because I didn't get to have any play time with Johnny. With Johnny already in his room I couldn't slip into that green micro mini-skirt and a tight lavender halter top I was just dying to have him see me in.

I knew I could watch one of the recordings I'd made of Johnny, watch him lying there with eyes closed and both hands flying up and down his cock as he thought about his mother acting like a complete slut. I knew I'd have a good orgasm, ok three good orgasms, if I did, but to be honest I didn't want to wait for the computer to boot up and run the spy camera program. I needed relief right then.

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out my lube and Big John, and headed over to my bed. I kicked off my flats and slid out of my boring navy blue pantsuit, leaving me in just the scarlet bra and thong I'd put on that morning. I'd started wearing my at home lingerie to work. No one could see them and it helped get me in the mood to think up new sexy things for Johnny later that night.

I crawled up on to my queen sized bed, positioned my pillows so I had a nice cushion to lie against, and then noticed I hadn't closed my bedroom door. It wasn't open all the way, maybe halfway, and Johnny had to be asleep by now, and still being a little tipsy, I just didn't feel like getting back up. I decided as long as I was quick and quiet, it wouldn't matter.

I set Big John and lube aside for right now and just ran my hands over my body. Starting with my smooth silky thighs, up over my hips and on to my taunt stomach I just grazed my hands with my fingertips leaving a trail of goose flesh. In my mind I pictured big strong hands caressing me, hands like Johnny's. I teased my bellybutton for a while feeling delicious shivers run through my body and then moved my hands up to my bra covered breasts. I ran my hands over the satin material of the bra, cupping my full firm tits, pushing them together, feeling my nipples begin to bloom against the fabric.

Johnny loved my tits. I thought of the other Saturday when I'd wore that tube top and it had slipped down enough for Johnny to see the very top of my nipples; his cock had looked like a prize winning cucumber crammed into his jeans. I thought about when I'd bent over his shoulder to ask him so made up question about the action movie he'd been watching on television and had basically put my tits right in his face. I thought about the way he'd blushed as scarlet as my bra and had almost run up the stairs to his room. I thought about the way he'd stayed up there for an hour and jerked that big fucking cock of his, shooting five big loads of cum all over himself.

I unfastened the bra with a flick of my fingers, exposing my breasts to the cool night air in my room, and then to the heat of my hands as I traced and teased my nipples until they were hard as pebbles. I pictured Johnny's hands on my tits and smiled to myself. Yes my baby boy would take very good care of his mommy's big tits.

My right hand moved down my body, all the way down until it came to that tiny little red thong I was wearing. My hand caressed my satin covered pussy. I was so hot down there, and so wet. My juices were already dribbling out from under that tiny piece of fabric.

As I rubbed my hot little snatch I thought about how often I flashed my panties at Johnny. A scene flashed into my mind. I pictured Johnny coming up behind me as I made dinner at the kitchen counter. I pictured him roughly moving one of his hands up under my barely there mini-skirt and palming his mommy's hot little cunt as he stretched his other big strong hand over one of my full heavy tits. As that picture filled my mind my fingers just naturally wormed their way under my panties and began tracing the length of my hot needy honey pot.

I heard something. I realized it was me. I was quietly moaning as the tips of my fingernails traced my pussy lips. I reminded myself that I had to be quiet, yes very quiet. If I could just be quiet I could keep playing, and I was in no condition to stop now.

No I couldn't stop now. Actually I was ready for more. I picked up Big John and that bottle of lube, and greased that big latex satisfier up for action.

I was about to just shove it in my sopping wet pussy when I suddenly got a wonderfully naughty idea. I brought that big fake cock to my mouth and let my tongue snake out and licked over every inch of it.

In all of Johnny's videos those sluts always sucked cocks. That's what my baby like. I pictured myself down on my knees at Johnny's feet running my tongue over his cock.

I started lapping at the head of that vibrator. God I could almost taste Johnny in my mouth and feel his precum trickling down into my throat. I slowly pushed it into my mouth, imaging Johnny feeding me his big pole. I could feel my cheeks bulging as I started bobbing my head taking more and more until that big plastic prick was pushing against the back of my throat, wrapping my tongue around it and moaning like a whore the whole time.

Soon the vibrator was drenched in my saliva, and I was ready for more. I pulled Big John from my mouth and flicked on the vibrator on. A low quiet hum filled the room. I put the tip of Big John to one of my nipples. God it was like being hooked up to electrical current. The vibrations ran from my nipple straight down to my pussy and I was gasping in pleasure.

Another picture flashed in my mind of something Johnny liked. I moved Big John between my cleavage. I titled my head down and spat on my tits. That extra lubrication was just what I needed as I pushed my big boobs together and fucked my tits with that big fake dick.

Johnny loved tit fucking. That Lexus Anderson was getting tit fucked all the time in her videos. I saw her in my mind on her knees with some stud's love muscle pistoning between her patent leather tits like there was no tomorrow as she talked dirty to him. Suddenly it wasn't Lexus Anderson and some nameless stud, it was Johnny and I. Johnny straddling me, humping my tits for all he was worth as I told him how much his mommy loved his big cock and couldn't wait to drink down all of his cum.

Fuck, that was it, I couldn't wait anymore. I yanked that tiny little thong clean off my body pulling it out of the way. I threw that scarp of fabric towards the corner and shoved Big John into my desperate little twat. The vibrator sunk a god five inches into me on that first hard shove. I heard myself cry out, not from pain (that would come the next day) but from satisfaction. I needed something big long and hard in me and I was finally getting it.

I kept pushing it forward, backing up only far enough to get more room to feed more of that plastic fuck toy into me, I got that long rod about seven inches into me, and couldn't wait any more; I started pumping Big John in and out of my sopping little box.

I started slowly pulling and pushing that big toy in and out of my body, each time feeling that big oversized head creep in just a tiny bit more then it had been before. Soon I had that vibrator all the way in me. God, it felt like heaven, just laying there stuffed full of cock. I knew one thing that would feel better, and started giving myself a good full, deep fucking.

As I humped that big dildo in and out of my yawning pussy I saw yet another picture in my mind. It was of me on this bed, naked, with a big well hung stud riding me for all he was worth. Then suddenly that faceless well hung stud turned into my Johnny. My little boy was pumping his oh so long, oh so thick, motherfucking cock as deep and hard and as fast as he could. And I was laying underneath him, matching my teenaged son stroke for stroke, rolling my hips, begging and crying for my baby to never stop fucking me.

I could hear myself panting like I was finishing a marathon, and the wet sloppy sounds of Big John being jackhammered into my ravenous pussy overlapped them. The vibrations from that plastic cock traveled straight up from the depths of my womb directly into the pleasure center of my brain. I knew I would cum any second now, and couldn't wait.

I opened my eyes. I wanted to watch myself getting fucked, see that plastic fuck toy almost getting sucked into my pussy on every stroke, and that's when I saw it, a shadow by the open door. It was a large man sized shadow, and there was only one man who lived in this house. Was it Johnny I thought, was Johnny watching his mother act like a complete slut?

Even then, drunk and teetering on the edge of a monster orgasm I knew what I should do. Hide myself under my covers. Jump out of that bed and flee into the bathroom locking myself away in shame forever. Hell crawl under the bed and die of embarrassment, I just needed to stop this depravity at once.

I didn't do that. I put my feet flat on the mattress and thrust my hips completely off the bed, displaying my cunt for whoever was at that door and fucked myself even faster. In the end I could hear myself half moaning, half chanting, "yes, yes YES," over and over until the biggest orgasm of my life ripped through my body like a typhoon. I heard myself scream, and was always amazed later I hadn't broken every mirror in a two block radius.

Eventually I was spent, and crumpled against my bed like a broken rag doll. I opened my eyes; the shadow at my doorway was gone, almost as if it had never been there. I should have finally gotten up and finally closed that damn door, but I didn't have the energy. I feel asleep naked on top of my bed, with Big John still lodged up inside me.

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I woke up the next morning with a nasty hangover and a sore pussy. I quickly stumbled through my morning routine and got into work a half hour early. I spent the whole day at work trying to convince myself I'd just imagined that shadow at my door. Johnny hadn't seen his mother behaving like a shameless whore. At least that is what I prayed over and over.

I'd curl up and die if Johnny had seen me acting that way. The teasing and the outfits were one thing, but to have my little boy see just what his mother was really capable of made my cheeks burn and just made me want to crawl under a rock.

Finally, I reluctantly went home. There were no sexy outfits that night; I stayed in my work clothes as I threw some leftovers together for dinner. Johnny came home from the library and gave no indication he had seen anything the night before. He gave me quick peck on my cheek when he came in the kitchen and asked my about my day.

We had dinner, watched a little TV and Johnny went upstairs without ever giving me any sign he'd seen his own mother masturbating like a desperate nympo the night before. I followed Johnny up about ten minutes later, after turning off the lights I followed my son upstairs.

When I got to the top of the stairs I noticed Johnny's door was open, and as I walked closer I could hear noises coming from his room. I walked to the edge of the open door and peeked inside.

Johnny was lying on top of his bed, nude, and masturbating. I'd seen this on my computer almost a hundred times before, but this was different, this was real. Less then 10 feet away from me my baby boy was jerking that big cock that his mother dreamed of almost every night in her bed.

I should have walked away, not that Johnny could see me from where I was standing. The partially open door blocked me from his view. Of course thanks to the hallway light he could see my shadow, but not his actual mother. Still I should have just kept walking down the hallway to my room. If I'd done that, it would have ended right there.

Only I didn't. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to watch my Johnny beat his big cock and shoot out a river of cum, and that's exactly what I got. Johnny's hands flew up and down his big shaft. Every muscle stood out on his tight body. I could see his cute little nipples looked hard enough to cut diamonds on. And then suddenly he was cumming. With a low wounded moan the first big jolt of his man seed shot high into the air and splattered against his hard body, and that was followed by another and another and another.

Finally I was able to tear myself away from the sight of my son covered in his own cum and stumbled down the hall to my room. I pushed the door to my room open and was tearing off my clothes before I even got through the door, and within 10 minutes I had cum just as hard as my baby had.

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When I woke up the next day there was no embarrassment or shame, and when I got home that night I changed straight into that green micro-mini skirt, with the tight lavender top and topped off the outfit with some green come fuck me pumps. After dinner, it was my door that was open and I knew Johnny was standing at it watching his own mother jam four fingers into her little snatch. About ten minutes after I had cummed my brains out I heard Johnny's fist pounding his cock from down the hallway. I had my second orgasm of the night when my baby had his first. Neither of us ever looked back.

Johnny and I started going to bed earlier and earlier, mainly because the first one up the stairs got to put on the show for the other one. Then whoever had just watched would retire to their room, and leaving the door open moaning and groaning and let their family member know just how much they'd enjoyed the show.

Both our doors were wide open now all anyone had to do was look up and make eye contact and the last tattered shreds of privacy or decency in our home would be gone, but nobody looked up, and neither of us ever crossed the threshold in to the other's room.

I like to think Johnny didn't do it, because I raised him right. That if as lust crazed as I had made him he still knew right from wrong. As for myself, I had a lot less faith. I knew I was way past the border of right and wrong. No for me that last step would be leaving the chance of ever being the good girl I had always been behind forever, and becoming a full fledged sexual outlaw completely beyond the pale of conventional morality. Maybe I was being hypocritical, or was just plain scared of what I could become, but I couldn't take that step any more then Johnny could. That is until that one night.

Johnny had gone to bed almost ten minutes after the dinner dishes were done, and I had been hot on his heels. That was at about eight o'clock and it was well after midnight and we had taken a moments rest from our pleasure in over four hours. We each were in our own room, with the door wide open. The hallway between us carried our gasps, groans and moaned obscenities. It was that dirty talk that was the final straw.

It had started very impersonal, things you'd hear in any run of the mill porn movie. "Mmmmmm...fuck...yeah."

Then it moved on to more specific things like, "oh god my cock is like an iron bar," and "my pussy is on fire." No names, nothing about the other person at the end of the hall. Of course it escalated.

Soon it was things like, "I wish I had a big dick to wrap my lips around," or "I'd love to put my cock between some big tits and cum all over them." Of course that wasn't the end of it.

"That big piece of man meat looked so hard in your pants today; I shoved my hand in my panties while I was fixing dinner."

"Oh god your ass looked so fucking sexy in that little skirt, I thought my prick was going to rip right through my jeans."

Finally it happened, it was bound to happen, the line got crossed.

"Oh god mom, I just wanted to rip that dress off you and throw you over the kitchen table."

"Oh baby I can't get your big fucking cock out of my mind."

"Fuck mom, I want you so bad."

"God Johnny I need that big hard cock in my pussy, now!" I heard myself moan, and that was it. It was out there, the truth I wanted my son's cock, and I was going to get it.

I stumbled out of my bed and ran to the door. When I got there, standing in that doorway wearing only a pair of red stiletto high heels, my hair tousled, and with my open pussy and thighs covered in my own juices, I saw Johnny standing in his doorway. Naked, a thin sheen of sweat made every muscle on his body stand out, his chest heaving like he'd been running for miles, and that fucking cock. Johnny's dick had never looked, longer, or thicker or stood straighter then it did when he stood there in that doorway. The look in Johnny's eye was pure lust. I know he could see that in mine as well. Without a word we ran to each other.

We met in the middle of the hallway with a low moan of animal need. Johnny scooped me up into those powerful arms of his and brought my lips to his. Our kiss was open mouthed and almost desperate. Our tongues whipped around each other as we tasted each other for the first time. I felt the broad strong pectoral muscles on Johnny's body crush my breasts against his chest. My hard nipples dragged over that smooth flawless skin of Johnny's shooting sparks of pleasure through my body and I moaned into my son's mouth as I felt that huge, hot, throbbing cock poke into my stomach. I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled at Johnny's shoulders trying to drag him to the floor.

Johnny knew what I wanted and lowered me to the floor, positioning himself between my lewdly spread legs. My hand snaked out and found my Johnny's prick, taking control. My boy would have plenty of other opportunities to learn how to find his way into his mother's pussy, but tonight she needed him in her wet desperate cunt now. I moved that huge fat head down to my pussy hole and slid it in.

I heard myself moan like a cheap whore when my son's cock entered me. I know this is where I am supposed to say there was pain that turned to pleasure. Women always say that whenever they get fucked by a real man sized cock. Hell, for them it might even be true, but the truth for me was Johnny's huge oversized pussy pleaser went into his mommy like a hot knife into butter. I guess I was ready for it. I'd been ready for Johnny's cock for a long time.

When Johnny got all the way in me it was his turn to moan. It was a deep guttural sound partially of bliss, and also amazement, the amazement of a boy getting to fuck the woman who brought him into the world.

Johnny just stayed there, his eyes closed lost in the pleasure of my pussy. His cock felt wonderful, but I needed more. I began to slowly undulate my hips. I reached up, sucking at my Johnny's ear. "Come on baby, "I whispered into his ear, "fuck your mommy."

Johnny slowly pulled his cock back, and I found myself purring like a large jungle cat. That big man muscle filled me up so well, every inch of my pussy felt like it was on fire. God I was in heaven as Johnny pulled his cock back and didn't think life could ever get any better then this. Then Johnny started pumping that big cock into his mom and I found out life could get a lot fucking better.

Johnny started slowly, gradually picking up the pace until he was pounding my pussy into the hallway floor. My long legs were soon wrapped around his powerful back urging him on each stroke to go faster, harder, deeper. My arms were wrapped around his broad shoulders and I know I had so tight a grip my nails had to be carving trails in his skin.

I was lost in the moment, in the pleasure. No man had ever fucked me the way Johnny was fucking me right now. I knew even if I could remember Johnny's father, there was no way that man could fuck me the way his son was right now in our suburban hallway. My son Johnny was the man I had been waiting for my whole life.

I was sobbing from the pleasure, whimpering like a bitch in heat and constantly begging for Johnny to fuck his mother harder, deeper.

Johnny groaned in my ear. "Mom you are so fucking hot, I'm never going to stop fucking you," he promised.

"Whenever you want baby," I gasped as my big titties bounced with every hard, fast thrust. "Whatever you want. Umm fuck, yeah, I'm going to suck you're big fucking cock every day after school, and yeah, more Johnny more, and fuck you till you cum all over me every night!" I shouted making my own promise

"Oh god mom you sound like such a fucking slut!" Johnny panted.

"I am baby," I cried. "I'm your motherfucking mommy slut!"

And then I threw back my head and screamed as the orgasm that I had been waiting for since I had first started thinking about my son's cock ripped through my body. Johnny wasn't too far behind me. I heard him start to howl too and felt those big bolts of cum start firing deep into his mother's womb.

I don't know if I had several normal orgasms one right after the other or one incredibly long one, all I know is I almost lost consciousness as Johnny pumped every drop of his seed into my hungry pussy. Eventually Johnny was spent and slumped down covering my body with his own.

We lay there in the hallway for a long time not saying a word, just lightly stroking each other's bodies. Eventually Johnny slid that still heavy cock put of my satisfied pussy and stood up. He picked me up in his arms, gave me the tender kiss of a lover and carried me across the threshold of my room, to what would become our bed.

Johnny and I spent the rest of the week fucking our brains out (as far as his high school and my work knew we both had "the flu"), and we never looked back.

Well that's my story, and while I'm not saying that's every slut's story, that's this particular mommy slut's story, and I wouldn't change one bit of it.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Changing Channels — Blast from the Past

by Zouscha

Emma Hanson was a little pissed. Her boyfriend Jason had apparently
gotten a new TV for Christmas and asked her if she could sign for it at
his apartment while he was back east for the holidays. Of course the
delivery guy left her standing there with a big box and no way to get it
up the stairs to his second-floor digs.

Men are so clueless, she thought. Fortunately she was able to call her
dorm mate Jessica for help. Jessica Wallace was captain of the women's
lacrosse team at Sierra State University, so hopefully between the two
of them they'd be able to get it up the stairs. The two of them were
some of the very few students who'd stayed on campus between Christmas
and New Years, but neither of them were very close to their families;
Emma's parents were in Europe, and Jess was estranged from her family.
She didn't talk about it much, but Emma knew it had to do with the fact
that she was, well, a lesbian. Emma was cool with it, as just about
everyone else was. Jess had a fling with another woman earlier in the
year and one night they'd wound up drunk, naked and screwing in their
dorm room, but for the most part she'd been pretty discreet about her
relationships.

Emma and Jason Liu had been going out for a few months, and this was
their first long break from each other. Jason was kinda cute, she
thought, but he wasn't 'the guy'. Emma would keep searching, but Jason
was fun, even if he was a bit of a nerd. Emma was a bit nerdy herself,
being a bio major shooting for pre-med down the line. Jason was a stats
and computer guy, always fooling around with electronics.

Jess showed up in her Jeep and grinned widely. "There was no way you'd
get that up to his place yourself," she laughed. "He owes you big-
time."

Opening all the doors with her key, Emma grabbed her end of the large
box as Jess did most of the heavy lifting. Jess had to stifle a laugh
as she watched Emma struggle. She was such a tiny thing compared to the
tall, rangy athlete.

They wrestled the box into the apartment. Emma was appalled at the mess
and started cleaning up the old pizza boxes and dirty dishes. Jess was
more interested in the TV. "Do you think he'd mind if we took at look
at it, Em?" she asked.

"I guess not. Like you say, he owes us."

Jess wasn't familiar with the brand of big-screen plasma this was- a
'Biangeng'. That was an odd name, but everybody was making TV's these
days. She opened the box and undid all the styrofoam backing. The TV
itself was pretty thin and light. She lifted the old TV off its stand
and placed it on the floor off to the side and put the new one in its
place. It actually looked pretty good there. Jess unhooked the cable
from the old TV and attached it to the new one and plugged in the new
set. It had an almost imperceptible hum as it warmed up.

Emma had finished the dishes and came into the living room wiping her
hands on a towel. "Wow, Jess, that's great - you got it set up already!
Now where's the remote?"

She fished deep in the box and found a remote shrink-wrapped with a pair
of batteries and an owner's manual. To her dismay, the owner's manual
was written entirely in Chinese. She knew Jason could read and speak a
bit of Chinese, but this sure didn't do her any good. Even the remote
had Chinese characters on it, outside of the numbers. After popping the
batteries in, she pushed the big red button that she assumed was the
power button. Sure enough, the set clicked on, but there was nothing
but static.

She was about to leave it for Jason to figure out; he'd be back in two
days anyway. But Jess grabbed the remote and started pressing some
buttons. She hated a mystery, so she was going to make it work if it
killed her. She started flipping though channel after channel of static
and pressing some of the other buttons with Chinese characters when
suddenly the picture went completely black. There were some sounds,
though a bit muffled. And there was a picture beginning to come
through, dark at first, but gradually getting lighter. It was a couple
in bed, a shapely Asian woman with long straight black hair and large
round tits that bounced on her chest as she rode her lover. Emma
couldn't help noticing that she had a tattoo on her arm in the shape of
a dragon. The woman was beautiful, and seemed to be enjoying herself
immensely. Emma found herself getting turned on watching them. Almost
without thinking, she slipped a hand inside her pants and a finger went
to diddle her clit. She realized that she was unable to move anything
else; her legs were frozen to the spot and she was unable to turn her
face away from the big screen.

Jess would ordinarily be disgusted by the sight of something like this.
Porn was such a guy thing, all about them getting their rocks off. She
much preferred women, they were just better lovers than the guy who
stuck it in you and then was gone. She'd had some guys in high school,
but they never compared to her first female lover, an Asian girl named
Gina. When she was 16, she had rocked her world, and Jess never looked
back. What was weird about this video was that that Asian woman looked
a hell of a lot like her Gina. She knew she was attending college back
east and.....well, there was no way. But the fantasy of seeing her
naked grabbed hold of Jess, and before long she too had a hand inside
her pants, fondling her big clit. Every woman she'd ever been with told
her it reminded them of a small cock, and she was very proud of it, even
shaving her pubic hair to keep it from being hidden. Right now it was
rock-hard and sensitive to the touch. She forced her jeans down around
her ankles so that she had more room to maneuver.

The couple on screen had flipped places now, the man on top skewering
his partner with his huge dick, the woman screaming as he plundered her.
Emma thought about how horny she was right now, how much she needed
something, and then a little explosion went on inside her. Goosebumps
covered her body as she realized she was coming uncontrollably. She
wailed as wave after wave hit her; she'd never ever come like this
before. It was 9 on the Richter scale as she stood there frozen, unable
to move, unable to stop coming.

Jess was only a little behind her, thinking of her and Gina, fantasizing
that the fingers in her honeypot were Gina's, while at the same time
fantasizing that the big cock that was making the girl scream was HER
cock. The two fantasies merged together and Jess lost it, her body
convulsing as she had an orgasm for the ages. As she reached the crest
of what must have been her fourth one in succession, the screen went
bright white, then flashed, blinding them both.

It took maybe half a minute for Jess to regain her senses. Holy shit,
what just happened?

Emma was still standing there, shivering, her eyes tightly shut, her
fingers buried deep in her pussy. Jess looked at her and a flash of
desire coursed through her mind. She steadied herself and tried to push
it away, but Emma looked so defenseless, so delectable....No. Jess
gritted her teeth as she resisted.

Emma's eyes snapped open with alarm. "What the fuck?" she croaked.

She looked at Jess and realized that both of them had just masturbated
to a porn movie. Her look of alarm turned to a relieved giggle. "At
least you had the same reaction that I did." She almost tripped as she
pulled up her pants, staring at Jess' naked hairless crotch. She was
pretty hot, Emma thought, before she wondered where that came from.

Jess finally pulled up her jeans but she had another thing on her mind.
"Did we break this set? That flash was not a good thing. And this
manual is useless - it's all in Chinese." She flung it away. Emma
picked it up and leafed through it. It was all Chinese characters, but
for some reason she said, "We need to let the TV rest."

Jess looked at her oddly, but Emma was insistent. "It's just something
I know. We need to clean up and go. We can come back tomorrow." Emma
wasn't quite sure how she knew, but somehow the characters on the page
were telling her that. She picked up the pieces of styrofoam, put them
in the TV box and put the box in the corner, just in case the TV was
defective and needed to be returned. Then she got the key, shooed
Jessica out and left.

Jess was quiet as she and Emma drove back to the dorm, but her mind was
racing. She was incredibly horny and had to resist the urge to finger-
fuck herself right there in the driver's seat. Emma had her head back
and her eyes closed. Jess fantasized about jumping her but a red light
diverted her attention back to the road. She had a girlfriend, dammit,
and she wasn't going to ruin a good roommate relationship just because
she was a little horny. The five-minute drive back to the dorm seemed to
take forever.

I wish Sasha hadn't gone home for vacation, Jessica thought. She
started fantasizing about her lover as a way to push thoughts of Emma
out of her mind. Sasha's taut body, her talented tongue, her
smell...another damn red light broke her train of thought.

Emma sat with her eyes closed, trying to control her own thoughts. Ever
since they'd left Jason's apartment, she'd been seeing Chinese
characters in her mind. She couldn't read Chinese, yet she somehow
understood it. She couldn't even explain it to herself. The thick book
in the TV box wasn't an owners manual as much as it was a sex manual.
Again she couldn't explain it, but the fragments she'd looked at all
added up to it. She wished now that she'd taken it with her, but that
would have looked weird to Jess.

Emma started thinking about Jess behind her closed eyes. She was
straight, and she liked Jason a lot, but right now she'd screw anything
that wasn't moving, and that included Jess. One of the depictions she
was now making out from the manual was mind-blowing female pleasure from
the mouth of another female. Just thinking about it now was making her
panties wet, and she had to adjust herself ever so slightly on the seat.
She was hoping Jess wouldn't notice. She was a really cool roommate and
she didn't want to embarrass herself any more than she'd already had.
Hopefully by the end of winter break this'd all be forgotten.

They arrived at the dorm, and Jess said she had other errands to run, so
she was just going to drop Emma off. Emma breathed a sigh of relief at
that. She really needed a little 'alone time'. She hustled upstairs,
burst into her room and stripped to take a shower. It started out as a
cold shower, but that didn't last long. She raised the temperature and
began playing with herself. The stinging water felt really good on her
breasts and she moved them back and forth under the spray as she stuck
one, then two fingers inside her dripping vagina. She quickly brought
herself to an orgasm, and then remembered another trick from the manual
called the 'fluttering swan', which involved four fingers and quickly
reduced her to a quivering mass on the floor of the shower stall. She
wasn't sure, but she may have even passed out for a second, only to be
revived by the shower spray on her face.

She struggled to her feet and wrapped a towel around her. She was still
in a daze when she sat down on her bed, the echoes of her unbelievable
multiple climaxes still reverberating inside her body.

Focus, Emma, dammit, she thought. She knew she had to call Jason to let
him know the TV arrived. She should have called him a while ago, in
fact. But as she stared at her cell, the only thing she could think
about was if the phone would be damaged if she inserted it in her wet
little slit. Wow, stop it, Emma, you're going crazy.

She dialed Jason, and he picked up on the second ring.

"Hey, Emma!" he chirped.

"Hey, yourself," she replied.

"Did the TV get there?"

"Yes, but it was so big I needed Jess's help to move it."

"Well, I owe you and her dinner when I get back. I really appreciate
it."

"When are you coming back Jason?"

He seemed a little annoyed. "I told you already; day after tomorrow.
Holidays, family stuff, you know the drill."

"Any chance you could, um, come back a little earlier?" There was a
tenseness in Emma's voice.

"Oh Em, you know I promised my Gram I'd stop by to see her, and she'd be
really disappointed. See you in two days."

Emma was freaking out ever so slightly as they made small talk for the
rest of the conversation. Talking to Jason, rather than distracting
her, was just making her more needy. She thought about his dick and all
the things she wanted to do with it; suck it, sit on it, even stick it
in her ass, something she'd never done but was fantasizing about now.
Naked except for the towel, she felt her cunt gushing again. She
couldn't believe she'd used that word, even to herself. She hated when
others used it, even women. But right now she was a boiling cunt with a
woman attached. She went to the very back of her underwear drawer and
pulled out the vibrator she'd stashed back there a long time ago. She
was desperate- she slipped it inside her and flipped the switch to set
it buzzing.

*********************

Jess went to a coffee shop in town. She wasn't sure what she was doing.
Needing to clear her head, she just went somewhere where Emma wasn't.
She mentally undressed the cute little barista who served her the latte,
peering down the cleavage of her shirt like any other pervert. The girl
was blissfully unaware she was being checked out as she moved on to the
next customer. Jess had bought a paper and was trying to read, but
Afghanistan and economic news were just not registering with her today.
She kept returning to that image on the screen. Was it her old lover
Annie? She had her cell phone in her hand, ready to call, but she
finally decided that was just crazy.

Thinking about her high school days with Annie gave her a warm feeling
in her crotch. God, when Sasha got back after the new year, she was
going to bang the shit out of her. As she sipped her latte, the vision
of a naked Sasha dissolved into a vision of Emma. She tried to put it
out of her mind, but it kept coming back. Was Emma having the same
thoughts about her? She shifted uncomfortably in her chair as she
pondered the possibility.

By the time she'd finished her latte, she'd decided that she'd go back
to the room and see what happened. Besides, Emma might be out anyway.
She grabbed her paper and her coat and headed back.

***********************

Emma was in a fog of her own making. The vibrator inside of her was
humming, and she was playing with her clit for one orgasm after another.
She'd lost count of how many, and she fell back exhausted on the bed,
delirious from the sensation. Her legs were spread wide, and the air was
full of the smell of her juices. Her cell phone was ringing somewhere
off in the distance. She knew she should do something about this but
she just didn't care right now. She just floated in the fog.

*************************

Jason had been a little unnerved by Emma's call. He tried calling her
back without success. She sounded almost like she was on drugs or
something. He decided he'd visit his grandmother that afternoon and
head up to Sierra State in the morning.

*************************

Jessica pulled into campus parking and walked over to her dorm. Every
step of the way she debated whether she should go in or not. I'll have
to go home eventually, she thought. Hopefully Emma's out or pissed off
or something.

She listened at her door before inserting the key. She heard nothing.
But when she opened the door, she looked over to see Emma spread-eagled
on the bed, the towel underneath her and her bright-blue dildo by her
thigh. Jess gasped; she should have closed the door and walked away,
but she was drawn inside. There was no hope for her as she surveyed
Emma's limp body, pussy juices still leaking from her honey pot. The
smell of her sex drove Jess forward as she deeply inhaled her roommate's
essence. She quietly moved to the edge of the bed and leaned over to
touch Emma's leg.

At her touch Emma shot bolt upright as if electrified. "Omigod! I
passed out! I'm so sorry!" She tried to cover herself with the towel
and failed miserably.

Jess surveyed Emma's naked form. It had probably been a while since
she'd seen her naked, but Emma seemed to be filling out a bit. Her
puppies seemed a bit larger than she'd recalled, but maybe that was just
her mind playing tricks. There was no doubt about the big erect
nipples, though; Jess had never seen them like that before.

Emma's face was flushed and she was obviously embarrassed about being
caught red-handed. "I've never done anything like that before," she
stammered.

Jessica brightened. "Hey, every girl needs a little mechanical friend
once in a while. Not to worry." She was getting turned on beyond
belief even as she feigned small talk.

Emma then leaped forward and kissed Jess on the lips, her towel falling
to the floor, her tongue finding its way into her roommate's willing
mouth. Jess's inhibitions vanished and she wrapped her arms around
Emma, moving her hands down her back and cupping her beautiful ass
cheeks.

Emma was out of her mind with lust. She ripped the clothes off her
roommate and in under a minute they were on Jess' bed, the lacrosse
captain's solid body pinning the soft curviness of her overheated friend
beneath her. Jess humped her crotch against Emma, but Emma's lust
needed an immediate solution. She pushed her new lover's face down to
her love button, and screamed as Jess closed her lips over her little
nubbin.

Jessica had her own needs, and her own love trigger was soon surrounded
by Emma's hot lips. It felt weird; like her clit had become the focus
of everything. She humped it into the curvy blonde's mouth as she
slurped her roommate's sloppy pussy. Before long, they both were
screaming in orgasmic glory, their sounds muffled by their crotches.

Jason pulled into the driveway at Sunset View, the assisted living place
his grandmother had just moved to. His parents told him to be nice to
Grandma Glenda; she was still okay physically in her 80's, but she'd
started to forget things. She really couldn't live on her own any more.
Jason's apartment had been hers for many years, after his grandfather
had died. He felt a little awkward moving in there, but it was close to
school and the rent was really cheap. It'd taken a while to get rid of
the mothball smell, though.

"Hi, Grandma!" he called.

Glenda Chao looked up from her canasta game and flashed a big smile.
"Oh, hello dear! So good to see you!" She got up from her chair slowly.
"This is my grandson......"

"Jason", he added helpfully. The other ladies introduced themselves,
and Glenda sat back down. "Just let me finish this hand and we'll be on
our way." She turned to the others. "He's my date for the afternoon,"
she smiled.

They went to a little restaurant nearby, and Jason was amazed at how
much his grandmother ate. "It's so much better than the food at Sunset
View," she explained.

After they finished, Glenda put a hand on Jason's arm. "Sweetie, I'd
love to go up to see my old place. Could you indulge an old woman?"

Jason blushed. He was hoping she wouldn't ask that. He couldn't really
say no, even though it would be really awkward. So before long they
were on the road to his place an hour away. Their conversation was
pleasant enough, but she seemed to wander a bit. She was really slow
getting up the steps due to her arthritis. But, finally, they were in
the apartment. He'd done a lot of redecorating but she didn't seem to
mind. He noticed the new TV. It looked pretty cool and he couldn't
wait to try it out, but he saw the light flashing on his answering
machine. It was Emma, and she sounded stressed out, asking him to come
over right away whenever he got in.

He was torn. He wanted to see what was up with Emma, but what would he
do with Grandma?

She made the decision for him. "Sweetie, you go see what's up with your
girlfriend. I'll be all right here for a little while. It's almost
time for my soaps, anyway."

She'd settled into a comfy chair and it didn't look like she'd be
getting out anytime soon. "You sure you're all right?" he asked.

"I'll be fine, honey. You go see your girl." She patted his hand and
sent him on his way. He handed her the TV remote and flew out the door.
Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.

On his way over, he tried calling Emma's cell. No answer. That was
unlike her, he thought. He pulled up to the parking lot at the dorm,
his anxiety level up just a little bit.


Glenda reached for the remote. Goodness, it had Chinese characters on
it! She'd never seen anything like this. There was a power button in
English, but there was also a button that roughly translated said 'magic
power'. Well, that was quite odd; maybe it was more channels. She
pressed it, and she heard a click from the TV, but there was no sound or
picture, just a soft hum. Squinting at the remote over her glasses, she
spotted another set of characters that made no sense...'extra pleasure'.
She pressed it, but nothing seemed to happen. These new TV's were just
too complicated. She remembered the first TV she ever saw, shortly
after she'd arrived in the US as a young woman back in the late 40's.
Her mind drifted back to that time. She had gotten passage on a boat to
the US and guiltily, she thought about how she'd bought her way over
with her body, much to her parents' consternation. They were rooted in
the traditional ways, but young Mei-li was drawn to the bright lights
and fancy clothes that she found in Hong Kong. She thought of the night
she lost her virginity to a handsome man, how they used each other to
get what they wanted. For a few months she was a 'kept woman', showered
with presents and at his beck and call for the best sex of her life.
She flushed as she thought of the things she did......

She'd drifted....how long had she been sitting here. Where was she?
She hated forgetting things. She was in her apartment, but it was
different now. Was someone else living here? Her heart raced for a few
seconds, and then she realized that she was in the apartment of her
grandson, whose name kept escaping her. She hated these moments of
sheer terror where she had no idea where she was. She knew that she was
in the clutches of Alzheimer’s, and that these terrifying moments would
become more frequent until suddenly it wouldn't matter any more. It was
not a prospect she was relishing.

Glenda's eyes focused back on the screen. The TV was finally on, and
she stared at the screen in shock. A young Asian woman was naked atop a
muscular white man! Was this some kind of pornographic channel? The
things they showed on TV these days! But Glenda Chao couldn't look
away. The room looked so familiar; the lamp on the nightstand, the old
telephone...the man lying naked on the bed as he looked up at the nubile
young woman bouncing up and down on his...cock. My god, Glenda thought,
I haven't used that word in decades. As the screen became clearer, she
nearly had a heart attack. The Chinese woman had a dragon tattoo on her
shoulder exactly like the one she'd hid from her children for 60 years!

The woman on screen was obviously enjoying herself as her hair flew in
all directions. Glenda was desperate to see her face. She had to know-
was this her in some magic incarnation? Or was her feeble mind playing
tricks on her again? The guy certainly looked like....Steve, that was
his name. All the memories came flooding back now; her body seemed
almost transported back to that time as she sat in the chair, her rapid
breathing matching that of the Chinese girl. Her whole body seemed to
tingle in a way it hadn't in so long she couldn't remember. And then,
as the girl on screen screamed, Glenda had her first oorgasm since the
Reagan administration. It was so intense she thought she was dying. If
she was, it wasn't a bad way to go.....there was a flash and then,
everything went black.


Jason signed in at the dorm's front desk and went up to Emma's room. He
wasn't supposed to have a duplicate key to her room, but he'd managed to
get one made. He reached her door and not hearing anything, put the key
in the lock and opened it. What he saw left him in shock; Emma was
lying on the bed under her roommate Jessica, as they were in the midst
of a lesbian 69. Hearing the noise they both scurried to compose
themselves, wrapping the same sheet around both their bodies as they
stood in front of Jason, caught red-handed.

Jason fumbled for words. "I came over here because, because you sounded
like there was a problem! I didn't expect you to be........" his voice
trailed off.

Emma stammered, "Jason, I can explain...."

His eyes flashed angrily. "No you can't." He headed for the door and
slammed it behind him. On the way back to his apartment he pounded his
fist against the steering wheel a half dozen times.

Flying up the steps in anger, he let himself in to see his grandmother
asleep on the chair he'd left her in. He felt bad leaving Gram just to
catch that little bitch rugmunching with her dyke roommate. Boy was he
pissed.

He gave her a gentle touch on the shoulder, and his grandmother bolted
awake. "Steve, is that you?" she asked.

"Jason. Jason, Grandma. I think it's time we got back." He didn't
like the confused look in her eyes. Man, no fun getting old, he
thought.

They navigated down the steps easier than they had come up. Old Gram had
a little spring in her step today. He was glad at least he'd had a
chance to take her out of 'the home' for a little bit. They didn't talk
much on the way back; Gram seemed lost in her own thoughts. When they
got to Sunset View, he was surprised to see that she'd already opened
the car door and stood up on her own. A woman at the door offered to
help her back to her room, but she refused. That was the old Gram,
Jason thought- she didn't like to be helped. He noticed she was even
walking a little straighter than before. They kissed goodbye, and she
gave him a big hug. As he drove off, he felt good about this part of
his day, at least.


Glenda got back to her room feeling very odd indeed. She was bad at
remembering things these days, but this afternoon was seared in her
mind. Did she view something that happened 60 years ago? It wasn't
possible- but there it was. The girls had left a message, but she
didn't feel like playing cards right now.

She was lucky to have her own room at Sunset View; she liked the
privacy, especially now. All the way back from her old apartment, her
mind had been roiling and her body had been doing strange things as
well. The rheumatoid arthritis in her hands and knees had disappeared.
She felt stronger than she had in years. Looking in the mirror, she was
convinced she'd lost a couple of years. But this isn't possible!

Dinner was early as always, and she tried to banter with her friends,
but her heart wasn't in it. "Glenda, are you OK?" her friend Delores
asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, dear, just a little...distracted."

"Your grandson is such a handsome boy. Looks like you had a good day
today."

You have no idea, Delores, she decided.

She finished her dinner and even went back for seconds. She was
hungrier than she'd been in quite some time. When the others asked if
she'd be watching TV tonight, she begged off, saying she was tired. She
even made sure to be in the shower when the nurse came around to check
on her and give her her pills.

"Well, I've laid everything out on the nightstand, Mrs. Chao. Let me
know if you need anything. Have a good night," she said as she left.

Glenda stepped out of the shower and rubbed the towel over the mirror to
clear it. Something was definitely going on now. Her wrinkles were
disappearing, and black streaks were working their way into her gray
hair. Most amazingly, her saggy breasts had regained much of their old
bounce. Was this a dream? Was she just having one of those 'episodes'
that were the reason she wound up here in the first place? She looked
much as she did when she was about 50, she decided. How would she
explain this to everyone? The old terror came back.

She touched one of her breasts and it tingled pleasantly. She touched
the other and gasped. Then, unable to resist, she moved her hand lower,
to feel between her legs. There was a warmth there, and a wetness that
amazed her. She pushed a finger in, then another, and rubbed around the
outside with her thumb. She thought about Steve, his naked, muscular
body and his fantastic cock inside her. She could hear him screaming the
name he had given her, "Annie! Oh my god!" In no time at all she was
climaxing again.

She had to get out of Sunset View. She wasn't sure what she was going
to do, but it wouldn't do to stay here.......


Jason got back to his place and there were two tearful messages from
Emma. She sounded almost incoherent, and he deleted them both. He'd
planned on going back home after today, but with everything that had
gone down he figured he wasn't up to a long drive back and told his
folks that. They were just happy that he'd seen his grandmother, and
didn't mind.

All his buddies were home for the winter break, so he found himself
nursing a beer in Cowabunga's, the strip club on the edge of town. He
wasn't quite 21 yet, but the help didn't seem to notice or care. The
girls were hot and the beer was cold, and before long he was sticking
his dollar bills in the g-strings with the rest of the pervs.

Emma called 5 more times before she gave up. She was so unbelievably
horny and she was obsessing about his dick out loud. "I would do
anything, even let him take me up the ass. I really need a good hard
cock right now."

Jessica was not impressed. Emma was getting kind of annoying. The
smart bio major was behaving just like an airheaded bimbo right now. As
much as she wanted the blonde to suck her itchy clit, she decided she
needed to go out and get a little air. After driving aimlessly for a
while, she stopped in front of Cowabunga's, the strip club in town.
She'd gone there with Sasha once and they were both butch enough to
almost pass as guys in the dim light. She ordered a Bud at the bar and
settled into a booth in the back and watched the girls gyrate. As she
watched, she gradually developed an uncomfortable tightness in her
pants. She discreetly reached down and diddled herself. The waitress
came over with her second beer and said, "Honey, Eva up there likes
girls like you. Just sayin'." Jess smiled, the waitress nodded, and
Eva nodded back, all in the space of a few seconds, and without missing
a beat to the '80's hair band song she was dancing to.

Five minutes later, Eva was off her shift on the pole and escorting Jess
upstairs, where she quickly removed her pants and let the dancer go down
on her. Eva gushed, "Baby, it's like you've got a little cock! I've
seen some big clits in my time but yours takes the cake! Jessica just
grunted and let the dancer's talented tongue work its magic on her. It
wasn't long before she was seeing stars and humping her mouth. Her
climax felt all weird; she guessed that she'd had one beer too many or
something. It was amazing and then, boom, it was over. Jess
immediately felt a pang of regret for what she'd done, threw a tip for
Eva on the table, and got herself out of there. Leaving by one of the
side doors, she saw Jason, Emma's boyfriend, chugging a beer and putting
a bill into one of the dancers' g-strings. She wanted to get mad at him
but she realized that if anything, she was worse. She hit the crash bar
on the door and walked out into the cold night air.

Glenda lay in bed, her eyes wide open. It was nearly midnight. Her
life was flashing before her eyes, but from an unusual perspective.
She'd been married to Boob for 40 years before he died of the heart
attack, and she'd given him 3 children, but they hadn't had a lot of sex
in their marriage. She guessed that it was something she'd put to the
side as she'd raised kids and done the housewife thing, but tonight, all
that pent up sexual tension seemed to be spilling out all over. She'd
already masturbated three more times, but she was unfulfilled. She went
to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. All the gray was gone from
her hair now. It was jet black again. But rather than becoming her
younger self, she seemed to be becoming a younger VERSION of herself.
Her breasts were larger than they'd ever been in real life; they say
pertly on her chest now, with not a hint of sag. And her face was
slightly different- her lips were fuller and her nose and eyes had
changed. She was, what was the word she'd heard them use? Yes, a
'cougar'. Late-30's or so, and out for sex. The thought of it set her
pulse racing again.

Again, she returned to the thought that she had to get out of here; the
urge to flee was becoming almost primal. It was late at night, and
there wouldn't be a lot of people on staff. If she didn't make a break
for it now, she never could. Looking through her closet, she tried to
find the least 'old-lady' clothes she could find. She had a duffel bag,
and she stuffed it with as many essentials as she could. Finally, she
went to the back of her closet and pulled out the shoebox that hid her
'mad money'- $2500 in $100 dollar bills in the toe of one of her shoes.
She'd never told anyone about it, not even her kids. It went into her
purse. Then, pulling on a coat, she opened her door slowly to see if
anyone was in the hallway. The coast was clear. Tiptoeing down the
hall, she could see the front desk was empty- the attendant was off
getting a candy bar at the machine way down at the end of another hall.
Glenda marveled at the fact that her eyesight was 20-20 again. She
slipped out the front door without anyone noticing. She was free! But
free to do what?

Half a mile down the road from Sunset View was a Wal-Mart, helpfully
open 24 hours. Glenda cruised the aisles picking up clothing she'd
recently only dreamed of wearing. She loved how well the jeans fit her
new curvier body as she tried them on in the fitting room. 20 minutes
later, she had a whole new wardrobe, a big backpack to carry her
essentials in, and a full new duffel bag. She looked for all the world
as if she was ready to go on a camping trip, which she guessed she was,
to an extent. The cashier told her about the bus that'd be coming by
soon, and she'd better catch it because it was the last one for the
night. Glenda thanked her, paid in cash and dumped her old coat and
bags in the dumpster, then ran for the bus. Just enjoying the sensation
of running was exhilarating to her.

She sat alone at the bus stop, formulating her plans. She knew that
this bus would be heading to Sierra State. It also stopped about two
blocks from her grandson's apartment. He was heading back home for the
rest of the holiday after he'd seen her, so hopefully she'd have a
little private time with that TV of his. She had to uncover the mystery
of the couple on the screen.

The bus let her off where she wanted, and she grabbed her things. She
bounded up the steps to the apartment two at a time, and then- yes!- she
found the 'emergency key' she'd stashed years ago when she was afraid of
locking herself out. She opened the door and slipped inside.

Shrugging out of the last of her old lady clothes, she surveyed herself
in the mirror and like what she saw. Even though the TV awaited, she
just couldn't resist pulling out the makeup she'd bought and
experimenting with her face. The long lashes and ruby lips looked so
scrumptious on her, she wanted to kiss herself.

Wearing nothing but her makeup, she settled into her chair and clicked
on the TV with the 'super power' button. The screen came into focus a
little quicker this time, and again she saw the couple on the bed.
Things were a little different now; it still seemed to be the Steve of
her fantasy, rugged and handsome, but the surroundings had changed.
Oooh, Glenda thought, he had such a wonderful cock. She loved that
word. Two fingers were deep inside her pussy as she though about him
inside her, filling her. She needed it so badly. She frigged herself
faster and faster as she was drawn into the action. She was Annie
again.....


Closing time at Cowabunga's sneaked up on Jason. Suddenly the lights
were turned up and everyone headed for the exits. A guy cleaning up
gave him a nudge. "Time to go home, buddy," he barked.

Jason blinked at the bright fluorescent lights, and shuffled out the
door with the rest of them. He really wasn't in any condition to drive,
but he'd just try to be careful. Fortunately for him, the police were
occupied elsewhere tonight, and he managed to make it back in one piece.
He stumbled up the stairs, taking forever to get the key in his lock.
Finally the door opened, and he shuffled in.

The first thing he noticed was that the TV was on. He hadn't remembered
leaving it on, but whatever. Squinting through bleary eyes, it seemed
like there was some kind of porn video on. Not likely, but maybe it was
something to watch after all those dancing girls tonight. He tried to
focus as he felt his dick hardening in his pants.

Then he looked to his left and jumped. There was a woman in his
apartment! And she was naked! Holy shit! Was he dreaming? Did one of
the dancers follow him home? How did she get here? His mind was racing,
but with the handicap of excessive alcohol consumption, he wasn't coming
up with any rational answers. The only light in the room was coming
from the TV, and it was hard to make out more than the fact that she was
naked with big tits. And then she was in front of him, undoing his
pants and ohhhhhhhhhhhh.....



Annie was mesmerized. She'd never heard the key in the lock; she was
transported into the video. Glenda had vanished, replaced by the sex-
hungry minx. She stood watching while her perfect twin bounced up and
down on Steve's cock. Only he was more than Steve now. He was a
perfect Adonis. Annie could feel the sensations in her mind even though
there was no physical contact. In front of her the woman had gotten up
and was now putting the enormous rigid cock in her mouth. Annie drooled
at the sight of it. She turned and there was a man for her as well.
She reached out, pulled his pants down and freed his cock. She
hesitated for a second, smelling the musk and desire in the air before
bowing down before it and taking it in her mouth. Mmmm, the feeling of
it was spectacular. It was so good to have a hard dick in her mouth
again. She went as far as she could, letting the tip of it touch her
tonsils before coming back up for air. This felt so real, so right.
She felt the wetness gushing from her cunt as she swallowed his cock.

She was Annie and she was the persona in charge now. She had absorbed
much from the TV; many things she wasn't even conscious of at the
moment. There was so much information flowing in that her mind was
overloaded. But the most important thing was her needs. She needed to
be satisfied and only one thing would do.

She pulled her partner to the floor and positioned herself over him. She
rubbed the head of his swollen penis up and down her slick pussy lips
and then sat down, taking him all the way inside her. Annie orgasmed
right then and there, and that was only the beginning. She put his
hands on her boobs, letting him grope her as she impaled herself on his
hard meat. It was up to her to take the initiative, and she treated him
like a sex toy. Annie liked sex toys. As she bounced on top of him, her
hair flying, she rubbed her big nubbin to give her climax after glorious
climax.

She felt him groan beneath her and shiver as he pumped his load into
her. Annie came one more time as her skin was covered in goosebumps.
She heard a high-pitched whine behind her, and felt the warmth of a
brilliant flash of light as she screamed out her final orgasm. Then she
collapsed, her big tits pressed against his chest, her head nuzzling
against his neck. And then, darkness.


The sky had started to lighten as Glenda stirred. She was all stiff,
but not in the arthritic way she was used to. She was lying on the
floor. Slowly she started to piece things together, and, Oh my God, she
thought. Lying next to her, snoring, was Jason, her grandson. Had
she.....? One look told her that yes indeed, she had. She was in a
dead panic.

Getting up quietly, she tried to compose herself. She had to leave here
immediately, before he woke up. She looked at the clock- 6:19. She
quietly assembled her things and used a washcloth to, well, clean up as
best she could. A shower would have to wait. She stuffed the last of
her old lady things in a plastic bag and threw on something modestly
slutty. Looked like the Wal-Mart bras she'd gotten were a little small,
so she went without. She fixed her makeup (her lipstick was smeared
badly), and crept out the door without Jason stirring in the slightest.
She walked a few blocks to a Starbucks, got a coffee, and then despite
herself, began giggling uncontrollably.


The phone rang in Jason's apartment at 9 AM. He stirred groggily. What
was he doing on the floor? There was no way he was going to get the
phone on time, so he let it go to the answering machine. Besides, it
was probably Emma calling again.

After the beep came the voice of his mother, "Jason honey, if you're
there, pick up."

He lurched forward and grabbed the phone. "Hi mom, what's up?"

"Grandma disappeared from Sunset View last night." She sounded
apoplectic.

"Disappeared? How?"

"They're not sure. Seems she must have slipped out last night at some
time. Her winter coat is gone so they're hoping that she's not freezing
to death, anyway. I need you to get down there as fast as you can."

Jason hung up and tried to get his head on straight. Did what happened
last night really happen? He'd gotten really drunk at the strip club
last night and......there was a woman last night? He realized he'd had
sex with SOMEONE last night. Was it Emma, lying in wait for him? It
must have been, that was the only possibility. Wow, he really must have
been wasted to not even remember.

He took a quick shower and barreled down to the retirement home. He was
met by the manager of the facility who was very sympathetic and
comforting. Jason told him that if he was trying to head off a lawsuit,
good luck.

Apparently, the last time anyone saw Gram was after dinner, when a nurse
brought her her pills. She never took them, and sometime in the next 12
hours she walked away from the facility. They had a security camera in
the lobby but it was out of commission last night. Brilliant, he
thought.

The police had been brought in and a picture of Gram was being
circulated locally, but they weren't having any luck. They'd checked
the nearby Wal-Mart, but a check of their surveillance tapes showed
there wasn't anyone matching that description in their store last night.
There was a woman wearing a coat similar to Gram's but she was much
younger, and it was a pretty common style anyway.

There were lots of people filing in and out, and his parents were here
now. There wasn't much he could do, but he'd stick it out for the day
anyway.


Jess hadn't slept much. She'd been awake thinking of Eva the stripper,
and tugging at her big clit. It felt so good to do it; and it had
gotten so big since they'd been over to watch that TV at Jason's. The
rest of her felt good too- there was a power surging through her that
she'd never felt before. Her body seemed to fairly hum with
electricity.

She had to find a way to see that TV again; she was certain that this
was the source of the changes she was going through. She needed to bring
Emma along to get in, to get past that wimpy Jason. Of course Emma
might have a tough time given that she'd just shown her boyfriend that
she was a lesbian. Jess gave herself another tug job and finally fell
asleep.

It was after 9 when she finally awoke. Emma was still sleeping, but
Jess could see her hands inside her panties- she'd been pleasuring
herself as well. After a quick shower, the lacrosse player surveyed
herself in the mirror. She'd gotten a bit taller, her chest and arms
were all muscle, and her clit was enormous. She looked like one of
those female bodybuilders she'd seen pictures of. The power she felt in
her muscles was intoxicating; she felt like she could step in a boxing
ring and take out the heavyweight champion.

Emma padded into the bathroom and stopped in mid-yawn. "My god, you
look......awesome!" she exclaimed.

"You don't look so bad yourself," Jess replied. Emma's pajama top had
been all stretched out by her plumper tits.

"Yeah, it's really weird." She hefted a breast. "These babies have
gotten a lot bigger and they feel soooo good to play with." She moved
over to nuzzle Jess and ran her hands over her muscular arms. Jess's
clit twitched as she felt those big boobs pressed into her back. "How
about coming back to bed?" she purred.

Jess steeled herself and moved away. "I think we need to go back to
Jason's place. There's something about that TV that's causing us to
act....and look this way." It was all she could do to keep herself from
jumping Emma right there and then.

Emma pouted. "I think Jason's mad at me. I don't think he wants to see
me."

"Well, maybe if you gave him a blowjob nicely he'd reconsider."

Emma brightened. "Hmmm. Maybe."

Ten minutes later they were on their way over to Jason's. Jess had to
wear her sweats since none of her other clothes seemed to fit any more.
Emma had the same problem, currently stretching one of her t-shirts all
out of shape. When they got to Jason's, there was no answer to their
knock. Opening the door, the place looked a bit of a wreck.

Emma looked around. "Now what do we do?"

Jess found the remote. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She
pressed the button with the Chinese characters and the set jumped to
life. Even before things had come into focus, the overheated couple was
shedding their clothes. Jess eyed Emma's perfect globes hungrily and
sucked one into her mouth. Emma reached down between Jess's legs and
pulled on her. They each had one eye on the screen as the sex show
began.

Emma ground her body against Jess's muscular frame, her tits sending her
to heaven as the slid over his sweaty chest. Her delicate hand wrapped
itself against the amazing growing clit, feeling like a glowing ember in
her hand. Finally she could take no more and slowly lured Jess to the
floor. There, she humped her steaming slit against the hard piece of
flesh, then guided it inside her. She could feel it twitch and stretch
inside her, a magic wand growing in her hot box.

Jess was unable to speak. His eyes were exploding in fireworks and his
crotch seemed to have a life of its own. He could feel himself
penetrating Emma, deeper and stronger, filling her, the amazing
sensations bombarding his brain. When Emma began to rock up and down on
him, he though he was going to die, it felt so good. Her jiggling tits
filled his vision, and her moans told him she was getting ready to come.
His own crotch tingled and he could feel himself hard as a rock inside
her. He could feel his first load building, building, building until he
realized he was ready to burst and then ohmygogohmygoohmygod............

The flash passed through them like an electrical shock. If filled the
space between them, surrounded them, bounced around inside them,
overloaded them.

He convulsed on the floor, his cock spurting load after load inside
Emma. She shivered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her
nipples tightened and hardened so much that the slight breeze of their
wrestling bodies sent her over the edge again. She looked down at Jess,
his face a mixture of shock, amazement and ecstasy. He gave one more
twitch inside her cunt and then fell back on the floor, spent.

Emma lifted herself off him and crawled around to take his softening
dick in her mouth. She savored the taste of his cum and her juices
mixed together in a delicious cocktail. When she'd licked him
completely clean, she could feel him already beginning to get erect for
another go at it. Without a word, she got on all fours and waved her
sloppy pussy in his face. She needed to be taken like an animal and she
was. She let him grip her boobs tightly as he took her from behind. She
lost track of the oorgasms as she surrendered to his massive manmeat.

Jess was blown away. He had felt this coming on since the first time
they stood in front of the TV, but now it was real. He was a male. He
had a dildo between his legs, which was hard to fathom. How would he
keep it from swinging when he walked? He knew now why men thought with
their dicks. It was a powerful thing, being able to properly fuck a
woman.

After his second mind-blowing orgasm, feeling the hot spunk erupt from
his penis, it really sunk in. His penis. As he pulled out of Emma's
quivering cunt, he felt below his cock fondling the big set of balls
that had just unleashed that torrent of cum. They were hot and sweaty,
like the rest of him. He cradled them with amazement. His balls. How
do guys fit these things in their pants? Padding around Jason's
apartment, he looked for a pair of underwear. All he could find was a
too-small pair of briefs that cut off the circulation to his legs. He
threw them aside; guess he'd be going commando for a while.

"Emma, we'd better get out of here. We're pushing our luck." He didn't
want to be in the position of explaining who he was and what he was
doing. Emma was just a cum-crazy rag doll at this point- she'd do
whatever he told her to do. Her hot naked body was giving him another
hard-on, but this time it felt strangely painful. Now he knew what they
meant on the Viagra commercials when they warned about 4-hour erections.
They gathered their clothes, including the last pair of panties he'd
ever wear, and hightailed it out of there.


Annie got a room at the Motel 6 just down the street from Starbucks.
The clerk never raised an eyebrow when she paid up front for a week with
cash. He had a world-weary look that said he'd seen everything. He
flipped her a key and went back to playing solitaire on his computer. In
her room was a king bed and an old TV, but it was a place to stay at
least until she figured out what she was doing next. The top story on
the news was a woman missing from a nursing home.....and it was then
that Glenda bubbled to the surface with a sob. She loved being young
and energetic and a little crazy, but she didn't like leaving her family
and friends. A silent argument ensued between Glenda and Annie, but
they both knew what had to be done. It was time to head for the
apartment.

Jason's car was gone, and most likely he was out looking for 'her',
Annie and Glenda surmised. She bounded up the stairs, and Glenda
thought about how much she'd miss that kind of energy. She opened the
door, and Annie and Glenda stood in front of the TV, pushing the 'Magic
Power' button on the remote..........


Back in her hotel room later, Annie mourned that little loss of self.
But now she was free, unfettered. She called a taxi and headed for
Cowabunga's. She knew she'd have no trouble landing a job, and she was
right. Jim, the owner, took one look and asked her to do a little pole
dance. After 3 minutes he asked her if she could start tonight, since
one of his girls was sick. If the customers liked her, she'd have a
steady gig.

By nine o'clock, she was dancing and collecting bills in her g-string
and driving the boys wild. Jim was pleased.

Jason drove back to his place, worn out and dejected. His mom was
hysterical, and his dad was ready to sue the pants off the nursing home.
He just felt weak and tired. It was a combination of too much to drink
the night before and the events of today. It was getting dark by the
time he got back to his place, and he just needed to crawl into bed for
a few hours.

When he got to his bedroom, though, he got the shock of his life.

"Gram! What are you doing here!" He was ecstatic. "How did you get
here?"

Gram seemed a bit confused. He realized he'd probably just scared the
hell out of her.

"Are you okay? I need to make a phone call, I'll be right back!"

He called his mom, who practically fainted at the news. A doctor came
and checked her out, and she was apparently none the worse for wear.
When asked, she had no idea how she'd gotten there. It was chalked up
to the Alzheimer's.

Once she was safely back at Sunset View, his dad slipped his Mom a Xanax
and they headed home. Jason was truly exhausted now. What a day, but
all's well that ends well, he guessed. Heads would roll at the nursing
home, but that wasn't his problem.

Within 30 seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he was out like a
light.


Jess was getting restless. Emma was a good fuck but she'd gotten
excessively clingy. He needed some room. He thought about Sasha.
They'd gotten on so well as two women- how would she react to the new
Jess? He thought about her muscular body and it got him hard for about
the 39th time that day. His boner was tenting out his sweats.

"I'm going to the store to get some new clothes, babe. See you later."
Before she could talk him into staying, he grabbed his keys and flew out
the door. At the mall he picked up jeans and as much 'guy stuff' as he
could. And feeling his chin, he picked up an electric razor. Not
wanting to go back to the dorm room where Emma would be waiting, he
needed an alternate destination. Flying on instruments, he found
himself pulling into the parking lot at Cowabunga's. Now he could
really ogle the girls without hiding in the shadows. He wondered if Eva
would suck his dick as well as she'd nibbled his clit the night before.
Was it only a day since he'd been a dyke? He caught himself. He'd
always hated that word when he was a woman, but it just flowed from his
mind now. His brain was rewiring, just like his body had, almost
without him noticing.

Cowabunga's was hopping. Jess grabbed a Bud and watched a blond gyrate
on the bar. Again, he felt his cock harden. He thought about the
things he'd like to do with her, and took a swig of beer.

The blond finished up and a howl went up from the crowd as the next
dancer came up. In high heels and a cowboy hat, toy guns on a holster,
and a tiny g-string and a mini-t, she was the sexiest thing in the
place. She was tall, Asian, with big tits, and Jess was thunderstruck.
This was her! This was the woman he'd seen on the TV in Jason's
apartment. He had to see her, had to talk with her......

This was Annie's second shift on the pole and it was going even better
than the first. She mock-shot a few of the guys in the front row and
bent over to let the boys stuff bills in her shirt. Jim would be
getting half the take but there'd still be plenty for her. She ripped
the t-shirt open, exposing her tits spilling out, and another roar went
up from the crowd. She had them eating out of her hand as she humped
herself against the cold brass of the pole. The money kept coming out of
the crowd and onto her g-string and she shook and shimmied for every
bill.

And then a hand came out of the crowd holding a $100 bill. And for a
split second, Annie stood stock-still.

Glenda's presence was no longer with her, but some of her memories
remained. She looked him right in the eye as she carefully tucked the
hundred in her waistband. "Steve?" she said. But the crowd and the
blaring music drowned her out. she had to find a way to meet that man
however. Knowing that he'd given her a big bill, the crowd let her
dance just for him. She tousled his hair and rubbed his head between
her breasts for a split second, then backed up and mimicked firing her
gun at him. She finished her routine and walked off the stage.
Another girl was up on stage now, and the attention of the crowd was
directed at the new dancer.

He was sitting in a booth by himself and she put on her bathrobe and sat
down across from him. "Steve?"

"My name's not Steve. It's Jess. And this may sound like a come-on, but
I've seen you before."

"Well, this may seem like a come-on, but I've seen you before as well.
In Hong Kong. In 1949."

Jess shot her a sideways look.

"I know, it's not possible, but it's a very weird set of circumstances,"
Annie said.

Jess said, "I saw you in a video. I was obsessed with you before I was
even sure you existed."

"Well, that's at least as weird as what I was thinking."

Jess gulped hard. "Can I see you, um, when you get off?"

"That'll be pretty late. I'm here until 2 AM."

"I'll wait."


Jason woke up in a cold sweat. He'd been having some strange dreams,
things he couldn't remember; fragments. He had an erection so it must
have been vaguely sexual. He thought about Emma, how she was slurping
her roommate's pussy. It was kind of sexy, and he found himself beating
off to the image. As he lay there, he realized that the TV was on in
his living room. How had that happened? He rolled out of bed to shut
it off but stopped dead when he saw Emma sitting in his chair. She was
naked and oblivious to his presence, focused purely on the screen.

Jason turned on the lights and growled, “What the hell?”

The screen clicked off and Emma came to life. She stood up and he was
floored at how sexy she looked. She kissed him on the lips with a
smack.

“Are you drunk or something?” he demanded.

“Not at all.” He noticed for the first time that she was holding a book
in her hand and it appeared to be written in Chinese.

“Well, you’re creeping me out a bit, Em. Did you get a boob job or
something?”

If he was hoping that would piss her off, it didn’t work. She just
giggled.

“Not exactly. But I did find out some interesting stuff.”

“That doesn’t exactly explain why you’re sitting here watching TV at 2
in the morning.”

“Have you had a chance to watch it?”

“No, I’ve been more than a little busy the past couple of days.”

“Well, you should. And I’d like to watch it with you. I’ve been looking
through this manual here, and I think I’ve figured out how your TV
works.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” This was a little too weird.

She’d slipped her hands inside his sweats and grabbed his semi-hard
cock. Even with the anger he was feeling, it was hard to deny the
erection-inducing quality of Emma’s body.

She looked him straight in the eyes. “Would you like to be my fantasy
lover?”

“What kind of question is that?”

She squeezed his hard-on, and dug her fingernails in slightly. This was
getting a little out of hand, Jason thought. Better to just go along.
He made a mental note to change the locks in the morning, though.

“Okay, okay. I want to be your fantasy lover.”

Emma grinned. “Gooood. Now press this.”

It was the remote from the TV. But one of the buttons on the bottom was
labeled in Chinese. Being third-generation, he had no clue what it
meant. But playing along, he pressed it. The TV clicked on, and he had
a flashback to the other night, when he'd come home from that strip club
in town drunk as hell. The screen went from pitch black to a picture of
two busty women french kissing each other. He felt his cock go from
half-mast to fully erect in a matter of seconds. He groaned as he felt
Emma's hand on it, then groaned again as her mouth closed around it. He
was getting obscenely hard now. Emma's head bobbed up and down in a
blur as he watched the TV. The two women started to strip and then he
realized that one of them wasn't a woman at all! She had a huge cock!
He felt his own member throb a bit at the sight, a fact not unnoticed by
Emma, who groaned as she went down on him.

The two on-screen characters had settled into a position not unlike
their own, with the woman going down on her enhanced friend. He looked
down at Emma, and saw that she still had the remote in her hand as she
deep-throated him. Her finger was on one of the buttons, and when she
pressed it, a warm feeling seemed to wash over him. This was the most
amazing blowjob he'd ever experienced, not that he'd had much to compare
it to. A random thought entered his head, as he wondered what it must
be like to take a hard, erect cock into his mouth and suck it. Where
did that come from? But the thought was enough to make his own boner
grow. How was Emma swallowing it all? He felt like he was twelve inches
long.....

The pair on screen were really getting into it now, and he felt his own
load getting ready to burst. He looked down at Emma and she had her
finger on the remote again. She pressed it and he felt dizzy for a
split second. And then he resumed his boobbing up and down on the cock
in front of him. He felt the balls tightening, and then his tonsils
were drenched with a torrent of sticky cream. He held his mouth closed,
trying not to miss a single drop, swallowing as fast as he could as the
massive cock twitched in his mouth. He felt the heat on his back as the
bright flash enveloped him.

He shut his eyes as the blinding flash enveloped him. Emma knelt at his
crotch, licking up the last of his load. His brain was slow to process
what had just happened. "Wha...."

Emma didn't seem interested in talking. She guided him to the floor and
began kissing and licking him all over. He just lay there and groaned,
unable to resist. His shrunken dick was responding to her ministrations,
gradually lengthening and hardening. He couldn't believe he could get
hard again so soon, but he seemed to be operating in a twilight zone
where anything was possible. He just went with it.

Once he'd gotten hard enough for her taste, Emma straddled him and fed
his member into her dripping snatch. She eased all the way down on it
slowly until it felt like he could be tickling hers tonsils from below.
Jason was amazed at how this somewhat plain biology major had mutated
into this vision of a porn queen. She bent forward and he could feel
his cock shifting and probing her insides. He grabbed one of her tits
and began to suck on a long nipple. Out of the corner of his eye, he
could see her holing the remote and......

He was now looking down at himself. The sensation of having his nipple
sucked was amazing. And he bounced against the dick buried in his
pussy. How was this happening? As he shifted against the giant organ
he realized that he was in the middle of a female orgasm. His whole
body tingled, and as he writhed against the huge tool, he touched his
clit and an explosion went off in his mind. He heard a scream, and
realized it was him. Through the waves of pleasure, he looked down at
himself and saw that he was smiling. Then he shut his eyes as another
wave washed over him, his whole body shaking.

He opened his eyes, to look up at Emma, who was smiling as she rolled
her hips, grinding herself against his crotch. He realized he was about
to lose his load and as he felt his balls contract and gush their sperm
into his slutty girlfriend's steamy pussy, he was blinded by another
flash. He let out a strangled scream as the heat of a thousand suns
washed over him. And then he lost consciousness.



Jess had waited patiently for Annie to get off work. He'd probably had
one beer too many, but he seemed to have an enormously larger capacity
to hold his alcohol. Annie sat down next to him at closing time,
dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that left nothing to the
imagination. She pulled a down jacket over it and was ready to go out
into the night. "Your place or mine?" she cooed.

Jess felt his boner rise again for the umpteenth time. "I, uh, have a
roommate."

Annie smiled. "I have a room at the Motel 6."

Jess felt a little frisson of danger run up his spine. Was this woman
some kind of ax murderer? He put it aside. "Motel 6 it is."

When they got to her room, it took only seconds for them to shed their
clothes and jump in the sack. Jess marveled at the athletic perfection
of Annie's body. She seemed built for sex, with large firm tits and a
narrow waist and a great ass. It felt so good to let his enormous prick
run free after being trapped in his jeans for what seemed like an
eternity.

Annie gasped as she saw the length and girth of Jess' cock as it rose up
from his six-pack abs. What a specimen he was, even better than the
Steve of her imagination.

She reflected for a split second on her last day. She was not really
sure how, but she was an aspect, a fragment of another person from long
ago. Glenda had returned to the nursing home, but Annie, her younger
alter ego, somehow roamed free. She was so alive that she fairly
crackled with electricity. It was the TV that had released her, an act
of fate that conjured up the sprite that was Annie. Was she real? Did
she really exist? Or would she somehow be snatched back into the
netherworld of an old woman's memory? As she felt her mouth closing
around the inviting warmth of Jess' (or was it Steve's?) rigid pole, she
pushed these things to the back of her mind for further review.

Jess pulled Annie away from his crotch and up to his face where he could
kiss her. It seemed that this was something that he'd waited for all
his life. He'd always loved women, even from a young age, even though
as a little girl it was considered icky. Being a good athlete in high
school just seemed to reinforce the rumors and whispers that had gone
on. Then, a 16-year-old Jess met Gina, and suddenly it was OK to make
love to another woman. She went from hating her life to loving it
overnight. She was free. They explored as only teenagers can do, and
she and Gina fell in complete puppy love. So it was crushing to Jess
when she saw Gina making out with another girl late their senior year,
and when they decided to go to school on opposite coasts, that was the
end of it. Jess had some relationships in college, but they were of the
physical variety, not spiritual. Sasha was a great fuck, but she
couldn't envision spending her life with her.

Suddenly now, though, the woman had become a man. Jess was still trying
to wrap his head around this. Was it real? Was it just a dream
instead, and he'd wake up shortly? It was the TV that had set these
events in motion. Did the TV have the power to change him back, and if
it did, did he even want to go back?

Jess felt his reverie broken by the sight of one of Annie's lush tits
dangling in front of his mouth. His dyke instincts kicked in and he
pleasured the breast as only he knew how. Annie's moans told him all he
needed to know. He moved to the other proffered breast as he inhaled
the scent of her excitement. He knew she had a dampness between her
legs, which he confirmed as he moved his hand down to her golden
triangle.

Annie gasped as he twirled his finger around her already-excited clit.
In turn, she reached around to clasp her hand around his throbbing
member, feeling his enormous erection ready to take her whenever she
chose. She rubbed its bulbous head against her wet pussy lips, brushing
his fingers with his slickened rod. Then he slowly, methodically fed it
inside her, feeling every lovely inch as she swallowed him inside her
humid hole. She reveled in the feeling of being filled by him as she
reached bottom. She felt as if she could have held that position, that
fullness, forever, she would be satisfied.

Jess loved how she sat down on his cock and took it all. he realized
that he was acting out the very first thing he'd seen on that TV in
Jason's apartment. Except this was here and now and real. His dick was
bathed in her hot steamy tightness, and he reached up to fondle those
magnificent globes of her breasts. She groaned and writhed against him,
letting his cock swish around her insides. He gave in to the primal
urge and began thrusting into her from below. Before long they'd
settled into a pleasurable rhythm, the bed squeaking as they propelled
themselves higher and higher. Annie's magnificent boobs were bouncing
in perfect formation as she threw herself harder and harder against the
fleshy dagger penetrating her. He held on for dear life as she screamed
out the first of many orgasms. And then he felt his dam burst; he
twitched inside her, dumping load after load of his scalding cum inside
her hot box. She trembled on top of him, and then, like a marionette
with her strings cut, collapsed in a pile on the bed next to him, eyes
closed. Fifteen minutes later, they were at it again, and kept it up
until their stamina gave out.

Annie's eyes flew open in the pre-dawn darkness. She was in the nursing
home, staring at the ceiling. She knew that she wasn't allowed any
visitors due to all the excitement during the week. She was heavily
medicated and confined to her bed. She felt so weak.

And she screamed.

Jess shook her awake. "Whoa, that was a bad dream, babe," he said.

Annie looked up at him in the dim light. His stubbly beard made him
even more sexy, but right now she needed to be held more than anything
else. She was terrified.



Jason shivered. He was laying on the floor of his apartment and it was
freezing. He tried to piece together what was going on. Emma was here,
and they'd had wild and crazy sex. And the TV was on. He'd remembered
the flashes, the heat. He shivered again. He felt different somehow,
out of sorts. Scratching his head, he realized he had to take a serious
pee. Eyes half-open, he got up off the floor slowly. Every muscle in
his body seemed to ache. It was still dark out, and he felt his way to
the bathroom, only flipping the light on when he had to find the toilet.
After a long whiz, he figured he'd flop back into bed. But what he saw
in the mirror stopped him dead in his tracks.

Looking back at him was still a person recognizable as Jason. But his
hair had gotten longer; it was over his ears and ran down his back a
bit. And he was definitely an inch or two shorter. However, the real
surprise was that he'd developed a little set of breasts, with two long
nipples dangling obscenely from the cute little mounds. He put a hand
to one of them and noticed how delicate his hands had become, right down
to the long manicured nails. Was he imagining this? He went from being
groggy to being wide awake, and remembered getting up in the middle of
the night and finding Emma. Emma and the TV, and the remote and the
crazy sex. He looked in his bedroom and everywhere else- Emma was gone.
And after a minute, he realized she'd taken one thing with her- the
remote.

Jason called her room, but there was no answer. It wasn't even 6 AM
yet, so he'd wait for a bit before confronting her. In the meantime, he
needed to freshen up. He hopped in the shower and the stinging spray
felt good. In fact it felt a little TOO good; he found himself playing
with his little boobs and the incredibly long nipples atop them. When
he twisted them gently, he could feel his cock jump in response. It
felt so good that he had to force himself to stop. He took forever to
wash all the extra hair he found himself with. And when he was one,
there, he found himself pouring a little conditioner on his cock and
masturbating with one hand as he tweaked an enormously sensitive nipple
with the other. Before long, he'd shot a load against the shower door.
Watching it drip down the clear glass, he was overcome by the urge to
scoop it up with his fingers and stick it in his mouth. It tasted
yummy. He shut off the shower and knelt down to lick the door clean of
his sperm. As he savored the taste, a voice in his head asked him what
the hell was he doing?

He awoke as if from a trance. What the hell WAS he doing? Shaken, he
dried himself off. But even then, the feel of the soft cotton towel
against his sensitive nips almost sent him over the edge again. His
whole body was vibrating with a sexuality he'd never experienced before.


He stood at his closet, knowing that nothing in there would fit him
right now. He felt somewhat helpless. Then he heard a key at the door
and in walked Emma, all bright smiles and carrying a couple of bags.

Jason leapt out from behind the door. "What the hell is going on?
What's happening to me?"

Emma seemed unperturbed as she started unpacking the big bags. "It's a
little hard to explain," she said.

"I'll bet." Jason tried to maintain his anger but he was shivering in
the cold and Emma seemed to ooze some kind of sexual power that he was
unable to resist.

"I took the TV remote with me because I didn't want you doing anything
stupid with it." She was toying with him a bit and enjoying herself.

"But look at me! I look like a 13-year-old girl"

"With a cock."

"Well, yes." He looked downcast.

"Remember when i said I wanted a fantasy lover? You thought I was
kidding. I wasn't. You're on your way. There are some very
interesting things about this TV of yours. There's a whole manual
written in Chinese. I don't know how, but I was able to read it. I
also know that this TV has a limited lifespan."

"That was in the manual?" He couldn't believe he was taking her
seriously.

"Well, not exactly. I just, um, know."

"Uh-huh".

"And there's a limited ability to, well, stretch the boundaries of what
we know and what we can do. I'm going to test that."

"How do you know all this?"

"Well, it's hard to explain. Let's just say that I was affected by the
TV in ways others aren't. I know more things. I seem to be on its
wavelength."

"Are you saying the TV is talking to you? He seemed incredulous.

Emma smiled. "Not in so many words. It's a feeling more than anything
else. I've been touched and have received a fantastic body. But it
seems you have a role to play as well."

He gulped. "What role is that, exactly?"

"Did you feel yourself 'shifting' last night?"

Jason's heart raced. He had indeed. "I thought I was just imagining
it."

"Well, you weren't. You seem to have the ability to 'shift', for want
of a better word. You were in another place last night. I saw you on
the screen."

"You mean I was IN the TV?"

"No, not 'in it', more like 'in the alternate reality displayed by the
TV'. You seem to be the only person who can go there, and I saw you do
it twice."

"I don't know whether to be excited or scared."

"Be both. But you have to do this. It's important. Don't ask me why,
I can't tell you. I just know that it is."

Jason was confused, but Emma pulled the remote out of the bag. "It's
time to go."



Annie sat up in bed. She had a moment of clarity where she saw
everything. She was in the here and now, but she was being gently
pulled back, back into....nothingness. A black hole. It was hard to
describe, but she had a feeling she knew what to do.

Jess tried to claw her back for another round, but she rebuffed him.

"We need to talk for a second."

This is when all the shit comes out, thought Jess. I'm married. I have
a boyfriend. Whatever. He propped himself up on an elbow and prepared
to listen.

Annie took a deep breath. "I don't expect you to believe this, but I'm
going to tell you anyway." That didn't sound good, Jess thought.

"There's this TV....." she began, and Jess perked up. Soon the whole
story spilled out, from Hong Kong in 1949 to the phasing out she felt
ten minutes ago. She was real, she was flesh and blood, but she was
being pulled away.

Jess listened quietly, without interrupting. He knew now that their
meeting was no accident. As he told his story of his journey from woman
to man, Annie looked at him wide-eyed. Everything fit together.

When they were both finished, Jess said, "I'll do whatever it takes to
save you. I think we need to hook up with my roommate, then go to the
apartment and see the TV. It's the focus of all of this."

Annie put her head on his shoulder. "My hero," she whispered.



Jason sat in front of the TV, watching as a muscular blond guy was
serviced by two beautiful women. On closer examination, one of those
women had balls and a cock, something with bothered the blond stud not a
bit. As they shifted about, the shemale with the gorgeous rack bent
over and took the stud's whole cock in her mouth as he lapped away at
the woman's cunt.

Jason felt Emma's hot tongue on his penis as this all developed on
screen and as she sucked his harder and more frantically, he closed his
eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was bent over the blond guy,
his diamond-hard erection down his throat. He was in! It was amazing!
His body felt like a temple to sex; he had large pert boobs that jiggled
as he popped up and down on the beautiful dick in front of him. He knew
now that he wanted this, could not deny it. Now he wanted him to come
for him. He licked the length of the shaft, nuzzled the massive balls,
and did everything he could to coax the sweet cream from this lovely
cock. He pulled up for a second, and pushed his big boobs together
surrounding the hot piece of meat, letting its slipperiness play peek-a-
boo with his rack. Every time it came through, he would reach down and
flick his tongue at it. I'm such a shameless slut, Jason thought, and I
love it. His little cock twitched at the thought.

The blond now got up, and Jason knew why. He pooched his cute girlish
ass up at the blond, begging him to fuck him. The hard cockhead
penetrated his little brown hole, and Jason gasped. His virgin behind
was being screwed, and he felt the initial pain give way to the erotic
feeling of fullness, of being skewered by a true hunk of manhood. He
almost didn't notice the Asian woman sliding underneath him, until she
pulled his own swinging dick into her mouth.

The blond guy had buried his bone to Jason's very depths, and he felt
the heat of a man inside him, bent over him, nibbling at his ear. His
own cock twitched as his invader began to pull out slightly, then thrust
all the way back in. Jason's vision began to blur as he started to
surrender himself completely. The blond grabbed him with strong arms
and held him steady as he rammed from behind with increasing fury.
Every thrust drove Jason's own prick down the warm throat of the woman
beneath him. The double stimulation was proving too much for his
overloaded mind. He floated on a cloud of unknown ecstasy, as if he
were just a tool to be used by others. His body was abuzz with
sensation.

And then, he felt a change building. The pace from behind slackened,
while the deep-throating of his dick increased in intensity. He could
sense his load building, and groaned. Behind him, the long slow thrusts
of the blond stud were building to their own climax.......


Annie and Jess arrived at the apartment. They both knew where to go.
The door was unlocked, and they stepped into Jason's living room. At
the far end, Emma was watching the TV, naked, her hand four fingers deep
in her pussy. On screen, a threesome was going at it. Annie
immediately recognized her own dragon tattoo on the woman laying under
the big-titted shemale. She also knew that if she was going to survive,
if she was not going to be pulled back into the blackness, she had to
destroy the TV. Should she do it now while she had the chance? Out of
the corner of her eye she saw an aluminum baseball bat. It would only
take a second.....

Jason felt his innards being turned upside down. His cock shuddered and
he blasted the Asian woman's tonsils with an out-of-control load. He
thought it would never stop. Meanwhile he felt the large manmeat inside
him seem to swell as he felt the blond's large balls slap against his
ass one more time as he heard the strangled cry of his orgasm in his
ear. Blast after blast of jizz pumped into the very core of his being
as Jason felt as if he'd just been launched into orbit. The walls
seemed to shake and light seemed to emanate from everywhere. It was
blinding, and Jason was still cumming as he shut his eyes as the light
bathed him, warmed him, swept him along like a small raft on a fast
river.......

Emma screamed her own orgasm as the TV flashed. Annie felt her nipples
tighten and her panties grew wet as she shivered involuntarily. Jess
felt the sticky load coating his briefs. The force of it pushed them
backward, and Annie felt something else. The woman with the tattoo, her
doppelganger, flew toward her and merged with her. Annie shivered again
as she enjoyed the orgasm of two women simultaneously. At that moment
she knew she was staying - the black hole dragging her back had closed.

Jason felt himself transported as if down a long bright tunnel. His
eyes were shut but the light washed over him, passed through him, and
then....he was back. He was staring at Emma, who smiled. Her fantasy
lover had arrived! She leaped up to kiss him, and their large boobs
pressed together as she writhed against him. Jacy's mind started
spinning and adjusting to the new reality. Turning to kiss Steve, she
ran her long manicured nails though his tousled blond hair before giving
his huge cock a playful squeeze. Steve returned the favor by giving her
little girly clitty-cock a tug. She was such a slut.

Ohh, their friends Annie and Jess were there, too, which was great since
they wanted to have a big party anyway, didn’t they?

"I'm really sorry about the TV, guys, it seems to be broken," Jacy
chirped. The set lay in the corner, its screen cracked and dark. "It
looks like we'll just have to spend the afternoon in the bedroom.
Clothing optional. I hope you don't mind."

Nobody did.