Gerald wasn’t even watching her voluptuous body bounce from the room
as I was, instead he was looking at his sister. A long pull from his
beer before he quietly said, “You can come now Sara.”
It was like a light had been turned on – flashing brightly before us,
so that our eyes hurt. Sara just exploded before my very eyes, her
back completely arching off the smooth sweet-slippery marble beneath
her – her muscles clenching impossibly in her thin lolita body, head
back, eyes clamped shut tightly. But it was the sound, screeching
scream of pleasure that hurt my ears – the wet sounds squishing from
her sex, her fingers submerged, more working at her erect pink
clitoris.
Gerald and I watched this all in silence, until his sister was left
exhausted and twitching before us. He suddenly stood, “Think about my
offer Liam – your mom will be a great fuck and your two sisters going
down on each other just gets me hot thinking about it.” I saw my
buddies penis thrusting against his jeans painfully and stood as well
– knowing I was being dismissed.
He lead me to his front door, clasping me overly-friendly about the
shoulder, “From now on buddy, its cunt cunt and more cunt! Life is
different when you look at any woman and know you can fuck her.”
I was left outside his home, the darkness hiding my own throbbing
hardness in my jeans, his parting statement echoing in my head.
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Saturday
-*-
The next morning I moved about our home as if in a dream – my eyes
moving and watching, my mind still recalling the shocking things I had
experienced and learnt the day before. Amy moved about the kitchen in
her jogging tights and my eyes were locked to her tight firm perfect
nineteen year-old ass. Then I mentally removed Lisa’s bulky clothing
and imagined her naked, her early adolescence giving her twelve
year-old body just starting to flower. It was mom that drew most of
my attention – the best sex Gerald had described his own mother. It
would be impossible to consider as reality if that visit had not
happened!
Amy disappeared for her jog – Lisa leaving to go to a friends for the
day. That left mom, who disappeared to shower for her day shopping.
I had to pick someone or else Gerald would. There was that girl in my
Math class – braces but with nice hair. Or the girl in school, a
junior, that played in most of the school plays – a bit thin but had a
pretty smile. Then my mind unconsciously thought about dad’s
secretary, an older woman that always wore short skirts and had great
legs – who never failed to smile when I came in. And what about our
church pastor’s wife – softly padded but with huge breasts that had
never failed to draw my eye.
I could have any woman I wanted – any of those girls were mine but for
the request to Gerald. God what it must be like to be him – to have
this totally control, the power to do anything you wanted? I had to
shake my head to clear these thoughts from my mind – down that path
was nothing but evil incarnate.
Why had he chosen his mother and sister over all the women we had
discussed these many years since puberty hit us like a thunderbolt?
His mother had been the strict one of his parents, stern and always
frowning. His sister and he were always fighting, bickering
constantly – which may be part of the reason that Theresa frowned. So
did he choose them over all the other woman because of some type of
revenge?
Mom came down from her shower wearing loose pants and a light blouse,
looking for her purse and car keys. My eyes followed her and I
wondered if she missed dad, they being divorced these last five years.
Did she miss being with him, as a man – she never dated that I knew
about. Maybe Gerald was wrong about my mom – she probably doesn’t
need or even like sex I thought coldly.
She disappeared towards the door leading to the garage when I heard
her say, “Oh Gerald! You startled me.”
“Sorry. Going out?” Just the sound of his voice caused a nervous
reaction within me and I stood from my place at the breakfast table.
“Yes and I’m already late.”
My heart was beginning to thump loudly in my chest as the silence was
deafening.
Then Gerald strode into the kitchen with my mom following, a blank
look on her face.
Oh my god! Its happening!
He smiled at me and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at my
mom, “Thinking about what we talked about last night buddy?” He sat
himself across from where I was standing before I too joined him at
the table, leaving mother standing still before us, her eyes looking
blankly at the wall beyond the table.
Calm yourself, else this may become ugly! “I have been giving it a
lot of thought.” I willed myself not to look at my zombie-like
mother, else he may do something that we all may regret.
Gerald smiled and nodded, as if understanding the dilemma he had put
me in. Then he turned his eyes back to my mother and asked as
casually as you please, “Are you going to wear that Emily?” It was
weird hearing my moms first name spoken so casually.
“Yes, I was.”
“Liam always thought you had nice legs – go change into a skirt,
something above the knees – and be quick about it!”
Mom rushed out of our kitchen and down the hall to her room, we heard
her panicked movements.
I had to say something – stop whatever was about to happen – but my
mouth was dry. It felt like I was rolling down a steep hill, gaining
speed and unable to stop myself.
She came back in record time wearing a dark woollen work skirt and tan
hose – returning to the same spot to stand silently.
Gerald was ignoring me, “Better Emily. No more pants okay – only
skirts when going out of the house?”
“Okay Gerald.”
“Are those pantyhose or stockings Emily?”
“I don’t own any stockings Gerald.”
“This is the last time you wear pantyhose okay Emily? Only thigh high
stockings or nothing. You want Liam to be proud of his mother don’t
you?”
Mother nodded anxiously, almost looking nervous that I would love her
any less because she did not have stockings on rather than pantyhose.
“Oh, I want nothing else than to make Liam happy.”
My head was spinning and I felt oddly sick and excited at the same
time.
“And loosen a couple buttons Emily, show Liam some cleavage while you
are at it. If you must wear bra’s around your son at least let him
enjoy what beautiful breasts you have okay?”
Mom’s hands rushed to losen two buttons of her blouse, pressing her
lapel to the side to reveal the valley of her upper chest. “Of course
Gerald – it won’t happen again. I am sorry Liam.”
There stood my mother, nearly instantly looking like a different woman
– short skirt, cleavage – these things that were shown conservatively
in the past, as rarely as possible.
“You like making your son Liam happy don’t you Emily?”
Mom smiled widely, “Very much so Gerald. I love him with all my
heart.”
“There is nothing better than a mother who knows how to treat her son
Emily. I bet just being near him makes you excited – is your cunt
getting wet Emily?” The conversation took a definite curve at the use
of that coarse word and I shifted nervously in my chair.
I leaned forward to protest but Gerald put a hand up between us
stalling me but it was my fear of him that really silenced me. I
watched as my mother was controlled and humiliated before my very eyes
and I was as defenceless as she.
Mom was frowning, thinking to herself.
“Making him happy makes you wet Emily – I know it does. If he ever
wants to do more than look at you, there isn’t nothing you would not
do for him is there?”
Why was my penis so hard? I should be punching and kicking this
pervert from my home!
In a tiny whisper mom admitted, “I would do whatever it took to make
him happy.” As she said it, she spoke with determination – as if
trying to convince not only us but herself.
Gerald was smirking triumphantly, challenging me with his eyes, “Just
imagine Emily – the best sex of your life, better than your wildest
fantasies. Do you know who I’m talking about Emily?”
In another small voice, “My son Liam?”
“Good girl.”
Mom blushed and stole small glances at me. I was shocked to see her
nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. I knew without a doubt my
mother was sexually excited – it was a weird feeling, especially since
it was because of me.
“Where did you plan on going shopping Emily?”
Mom swallowed thickly but looked relieved to change the topic. “I
needed clothes for work and then a little grocery shopping.”
Gerald nodded, thinking for only a few seconds, “Don’t forget
above-the-knee skirts and thigh-high stockings right Emily?”
Again she stole a look at me, nodding affirmatively all the while. I
could not help but shift in my chair – my hard penis hurting in my
jeans.
“You can go now Emily – just remember to think about what your son
would like when you buy something.” Another nod, another stolen look,
this time accompanied by a small private smile for me.
Mom turned to leave when Gerald prolonged this torture by stopping her
again, “Oh, Emily?” Mom stopped and turned silently, smiling pleasant
and polite. “When was the last time you had sex?”
“Its about three years ago now.”
For teenagers, three years seemed impossibly long. Something else, my
dad and mom have been divorced for five years – who was this guy mom
had sex with anyways?
“You must masturbate frequently?”
Mom blushed again and nodded.
This was just too much – now I’m hearing my mother admit to
masturbating! Sure I knew girls did ‘it’, but faced with mother’s
admission that she did ‘it’ as well was a little overwhelming.
Gerald waved his hand in dismissal and mom turned and strode back to
the garage doorway to leave the house. I was glaring at my buddy and
he just shrugged, “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too
Liam. But the choice is now there – you can thank me later.” I felt
like hitting him, is how I felt.
At that inopportune moment my older sister Amy returned from her run –
she came into the kitchen all hot and sweaty. As she does after her
exercise, Amy made a smoothie for her breakfast while effectively
ignoring us ‘dweebs’.
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