Editor’s Note: This submission contains scenes of non-consensual, questionable consent, or unwanted sexual situations.
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This story is part of the 2011 Summer Love Contest.
It’s a little far fetched and may not be suitable for everyone or anyone. There’s some dissent (or worse), incest, non-computer dialogue, and over-the-top acting. But it’s really fun. It’s just a story.
Correct?
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The funny thing is that my friends changed over the summer. With school closed, neighborhoods have become more important than sports and popular cliques, and this year that means hanging out with Jerry Mallory more. Things I would never do in school. He’s a nerd and an outcast, but he has his own weird group of gamers to play with, a genre, and so on.
Over the summer, Jerry did five things that at first seemed insignificant but have now changed my view of him as a friend.
1) Although he lives in another neighborhood, much higher up, he lives only 150 yards and 3 blocks away. If I walk into Davis’ side yard and across the street, it’s as if we’re on the same block.
2) He always has pocket money. Although his other stepfather is not around, he is a generous old man. Jerry had a debit card that we spent hundreds of dollars a week on, and never heard anything about it.
3) He has a huge patio. His pool is surrounded by a long building that includes a billiards room, pool room (complete with six real arcade machines), a full fitness room, and a sauna.
There’s also a lovely backyard. Specifically:
4) Danielle. Jerry’s stepsister came home from college and I almost peed when I met her for the first time. Unbelievable, unbelievable, like she just stepped out of the pages of Playboy. She spent most of her time by the pool, wearing the tiniest bikinis, hanging out with all kinds of dudes, drinking beer in silence when no one was looking. Any excuse to look at the second prettiest girl nearby works for me. If that means awkwardly telling Jerry to be my new best friend, so be it.
5) Jill. Her mother, Jill, was the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood. Hands down. Mrs. Mallory, like Danielle above, is not always half-naked by the pool. She was busy taking care of her three kids, Jerry, and her stepson who was still at home. She is busy with clubs, careers, and all the other nonsense that comes with being a fancy wife. She still appears at the pool sometimes, but it seems she doesn’t like the crowds that Danielle does. If the time is right, I can join her at her gym to work out. She loves her “me” time, spending a relaxing two hours there every day. Her trainer, Donna, is another beauty who comes in a few times a week to keep her in line.
Going to exercise with Jerry’s mom usually involved either going early, like before 8:00 a.m., or staying late at night, until around nine. It’s more fun in the morning because that’s when she lifts weights. In the evening, mostly cardio on the stationary bike, but at least a few times a week, followed by swimming in the evening. To me, that’s the jackpot. On those nights, she’d work out wearing tight shorts and a top that was little bigger than a sports bra, a top that struggled to contain her bold knockers, especially when the big screen on the front of her bike showed her climbing up a steep hill. She’d pedal and slam them hard, her amazing tits bouncing and jiggling with every new movement of her legs.
It had been about four weeks since school ended and I had become a regular visitor to Mallory’s house. Danielle seemed to have gotten over her condescending attitude and even remembered my name sometimes. I got to know her better as my constant presence was tolerated and at times taken advantage of. Jerry’s mom made it a rule that Danielle and her friends were not allowed to drink alcohol in the house. I guess there’s some history there. One afternoon, when the backyard was unusually empty, I decided to be daring and lay down in the armchair next to her. I had brought beer with me; she didn’t mind that Jerry and I had the occasional beer. Danielle took off her sunglasses and looked at me, giving me a wicked, condescending look. Instead, her smile surprised me.
“I’m thirsty. Do you mind if I take a sip?” he asked, pointing to my beer.
“If you like it I’ll buy one for you.”
“No, I don’t need the whole set. We can share your set.” He even smiled at me.
The thought of her lips and mine touching the same bottle turned me on. We had a couple of beers by the pool and she seemed almost happy. After a while Jerry pulled me aside. “Don’t let Mom or Dad catch you giving her a beer. She knows she’s not allowed to.”
“It’s only half a beer,” I told him.
“I am not joking. Your name will be struck off as well.”
I took that warning to heart, and when I offered to share a beer with Danny, I became more aware of who was around. Disguise is also more careful. We never had more than a few experiences together. She was a very nice person and still had half a bottle of beer in her hand. Almost dear. She would even chat to me.
Jerry’s mom began to tolerate my frequent presence. If the coach isn’t around while he’s working out, there’s a good chance I’ll be there. If he needed any help, I was the guy. Unload the car? For a second. As long as I can stay in front of him, anything is fine.
At first she was patient with me and slowly began to accept my presence more and more. After a while, she began to enjoy my company and became more talkative as we exercised. Jerry is not a big fan of exercise, even though he needs it the most. Sometimes, if his mother pesters him too much, he joins us, but in the past week, he has given up on it, accepting the fact that he would rather spend his time playing on his Xbox than exercising.
I’m not complaining, Jill (as her mother insists I call her), is more open when she’s around. A week ago, I got braver and climbed on the exercise bike next to her, thinking we could have a nice long conversation instead of the brief moments between sets or helping out. It’s a lesson in humility. I may be big and strong, but on the bike she rules. I thought I had a pretty good energy, but after half an hour I was out of breath.
Two days later, I came to him again and he gave me a weird smile. “Come back for more punishment?”
It’s so nice to hear him start the conversation. At first it felt like I was the one initiating every conversation. “I’m here to train. I’ve learned my lesson and I can’t mess with you. At least, not yet.”
His smile was brilliant. “I’m going to keep a low profile. I admit, I’m a bit of a show-off. I was in a lot of pain yesterday.”
I stayed for a long time and after about forty minutes I was completely drunk. She stood up, brought water for both of us from the mini fridge and urged me to keep going slowly until I stopped. The mirror on the wall at the back of the room was a godsend, allowing me to keep an eye on her every move, no matter where she went. I screamed when she left, then when she came back I got horny again, watching her every move.
I guess I was staring. She came up to me, put a finger on my cheek and forced my head forward. “Keep your eyes on the monitor. Paddle. There’s nothing to see here.”
There’s nothing there? Crazy woman.
I somehow managed to hold myself together for the last ten minutes before getting off the bike, my legs were shaking.
“Well done, Alex. This is a tough course.”
“Thank you,” I shouted, “I didn’t give you much trouble.”
“This is your second day on that bike. I’ve been riding it for years.” Instead of walking toward the pool, she turned toward the connecting door. “I’m going to take a sauna. You should take a bath too; it will really relieve the pain.”
As I sat in that steamy room wearing only a towel, I realized she was going through the same thing. I was fantasizing about Mrs. Mallory casually removing her towel, leaning back and letting me see her magnificent breasts.
आइए इसका सामना करें। उसका शरीर अविश्वसनीय था। पतली कमर पूरे कूल्हों तक फैली हुई थी, एक गोल गांड, सुडौल जांघें और पिंडलियाँ। उसकी टाँगें उसकी कमर की तरह पतली थीं, और पूरी तरह से तन गई थीं। कमर से ऊपर की ओर बढ़ते हुए दो सबसे दुस्साहसी स्तन थे। भरे हुए और दृढ़, वे उसे ऊपर से भारी, उस छोटे शरीर के लिए बहुत बड़े दिखते थे। शुक्र है कि उस रसीले नितंब ने उसे कुछ हद तक संतुलित किया।
If that wasn’t enough, her face was so beautiful it could make you forget about the rest of her. A long slender nose, full but not exaggerated lips over a generous mouth, huge mesmerizing green eyes, and that sexy dark brown hair, worn shoulder length. Think Evangeline Lilly with fuller hair and a little more heart shaped face. Stunning.
We chatted about school and exercise and about summer plans, but I can’t recall any of it. I only remember sitting and staring at that evil towel enveloping her breasts, and trying my damndest to telekinetically make it open. That and hoping she didn’t notice there was huge tent action going on underneath my towel.
The next time we worked out together, she made a show of turning on the sauna even before we got on the bike. Big mistake. That left me riding with a hard-on most of the time, and I was miserable. I was sweating bullets, and constantly trying to surreptitiously adjust myself. Damn it!
She took pity on me eventually, reaching across the gap between our bikes, and resting her hand on my shoulder. “Take it easy, there’s nothing to worry about. So you’re a little excited. You’re a teenage boy. These things happen. Nobody’s around to see, right? Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She was wrong. There was one person there to see it. And clearly she had. Still it did allow me to regain my sanity and my aching erection slowly calmed down to a simple obscene swelling.
I wondered if she’d cancel the sauna, but she seemed eager to sweat out the poisons. Of course the erection I’d finally managed to get under control on the bike was back with a vengeance. I tried to ignore it, and we were able to talk about life, dreams and aspirations, a heady conversation for somebody like me to have with a woman like that. To be honest, once I got her going, she mostly talked and I was happy to just listen. I loved her voice, her laughter, the way she moved when she spoke, how her hands gestured, everything.
I was given the task of adding water to the lava rocks. Sitting back down after the latest dousing, I planted myself a little closer. We’d started a good five feet or more apart, but after I got up each time, I tried to sit a little nearer. I now was perched with my leg up on the bench, my knee only inches from hers. I turned to her and asked her to tell me something about her favorite foods. I saw her look down below my waist, then she reached for my cock.
Oh God! It was going to happen!
I was wrong. She reached for my towel and pulled it up and over to better cover the beast down below. I realized that sitting as I was, she had a view right up my towel. With the full blown tower of my erection, the towel was not covering very much. Like I said, she pulled the towel over, and gave me a little pat. Right there. I nearly had a stroke.
She leaned forward. “It’s Ok that I make you hard. I get it. You’re a teenager. It’s even kind of cute. But I don’t need to be shown it, Ok?”
I stumbled over an apology, promising it would never happen again.
She placed her hand on my bare knee and gave me a pat. “Take it easy. We won’t make a federal case about it. You’ve got wood. Just keep it under wraps.”
She turned away from me, leaning back against the wall and breathing deeply of the steam. Her hand stayed on my knee, just resting there. Take it easy? If I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow any moment.
Somehow I survived our sauna, and in the shower, dealt with my not-so-little friend. My inspiration was waiting for me in the exercise room, and she reached out and tousled my hair. “I appreciate the company. And I’m glad you were able to take care of things.” She nodded below my waist, which no longer looked comical. “Thanks. Sometimes it’s kind of lonely around here with Bob gone all the time, my boy surgically attached to those damn games, and Danielle off to college. Occasionally I just need time with an adult.”
“You’re welcome, of course. I’m sure you know I like being around you,” I tried to be casual.
She smiled. “Yes, I can tell. There’s little doubt about that.”
I blushed, tongue-tangled, but she reached out for me again. “It’s alright. It’s nice to be wanted. It just can’t go anywhere, you understand?”
“I understand.”
But that won’t stop me from trying, I thought.
* * *
A few days later I was headed back over to Jerry’s after checking in at home. I ate dinner over at his house several times a week, but tonight was some kind of spinach cannoli, so I went with my fallback plan and let my family know I was still alive, and had Mom cook me up a burger.
Full, if not satisfied, (if you get my drift), I had gym shorts and a t-shirt on, ready for a workout and a swim later. I let myself in the back way, and headed for the game room where Jerry was parked most of the time I wasn’t there. I’d taken a quick glance at the backyard, but it looked like Danielle and her crowd were out somewhere. Too bad. She was always good for fueling a few of my late night fantasies.
I grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and then it was up the stairs to spend a couple of mindless hours gaming before my planned workout session.
I didn’t recognize the current game and with the headphones on Jerry couldn’t hear me come in or ask what he was playing. I had to step in front of him to get his attention.
“What’s the new game?” I asked him after he cursed me for getting him killed.
“Child of Eden. It’s really pretty incredible,” he answered, looking like he’d just run a marathon. Of course that’s how he looked after he’d walked up the stairs. He really needed to be joining us in the workout room, but who was I to pressure him?
He showed me the game but it looked kind of faggy, so we fell back on the old standby, Call of Duty: Black Ops, which I have to admit, he was pretty kick-ass playing. An hour later I was peeking out the back window to see if the exercise room light would come on.
“If you plan on working out, you’re on your own tonight. Mom’s out of it,” he said when he caught me looking out the window.
“What, is Bob in town? Did they go out or something?”
“Hell no. Bob’s still somewhere in Taiwan, I think. Supposed to be back this week, but who knows? She just had one of those days,” he explained while lighting up some noob’s ass for about the 20th time in a row.
“What’s ‘one of those days?’ A time of the month thing?”
“Jesus, Alex! She’s my mom, I don’t even want to think about that.”
“Well, what is it?” I kept insisting.
“You know. She gets all freaked out about her life and stuff. Pops a few Valium, has a couple of drinks, and then passes out for a while. Last Christmas she didn’t wake up for an entire day – I thought we’d have to take her to the hospital. When she starts drinking the Vodka, it’s a dead giveaway.”
Hospital? Jill?
“You’re Mom’s passed out? Don’t you think we should go check on her?”
“What for? It’s not the first time. It won’t be the last. Sometimes she just needs to kind of escape, I guess.”
I heckled him into looking in on her and followed him to her room. Sure enough, she was in the bed, arms akimbo, mouth open and snoring. He turned on the light without a care for her. Not a single sign of movement.
Jill was lying there, dead to the world, the covers thrown off and just a sheet covering her. One bare leg was sticking out, and I fantasized about where that thigh might lead, just under the cream colored 800-count cotton sheets.
“She’s really out of it, isn’t she?” I whispered.
He laughed. “You don’t have to whisper, an earthquake wouldn’t wake her up. WOULD IT MOM?” he practically shouted.
Didn’t get the least reaction.
“Damn!” I told him approaching the bed. “You aren’t kidding.” I reached out and shook her leg, my fingers tingling where I touched her smooth skin. “Mrs. Mallory, are you Ok? Do you need anything?.”
“Forget about it. A few months back she didn’t even make it to the bed and ended up in the middle of the floor all night long. The maid screamed and thought she was dead. It took us ten minutes to get her back in the bed, and she never snapped out of it.”
My mind was working overtime, and my thoughts were probably the same ones you’d have in my shoes. “Do you think she’s naked under there?”
“No way,” he said. “She’s pretty careful to stay covered up at all times. This is definitely a ‘no nudity’ house. Anytime Danni gets even a little out of line, Mom sets her straight. Only the bathing suits get a little leeway. She’s probably wearing a nightgown or shorts or something.
I moved a little higher up the bed, and grabbed the sheet that was the only thing between me and visual Nirvana.
“What are you doing, Alex?”
“Just taking a peek.” I explained as I slid the sheet aside, exposing Jill in all her glorious MILFishness. Naked. 100%. Not a stitch on her. Score one for Aleximus Magnus. Called that one!
“Fuck!” Jerry cried out taking a step back. “She’s naked!”
“Yes she is. Sweet, huh?”
“Cover her up. What if someone comes in here?”
“Like who?” I asked while my gaze took in those fabulous tits which had bewitched me night after night from behind her workout top.
“I don’t know, somebody,” he whined.
I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her smooth belly. “Jill?”
“Come on, I told you that won’t do anything? Let’s get out of here.”
“Where is everyone, anyway?” I asked, as my hand caressed her soft curves.
“Shit, I don’t know! Danielle’s at her friend Caitlyn’s for the weekend. The monsters are with their mother until next Friday. Bob’s in fucking Asia somewhere.”
“So we’re alone in this house, right. Pretty good deal, huh? Who’s going to walk in?” I lifted my hand off Jill’s stomach, and placed it on her tit, feeling its warmth and fullness, giving it a good squeeze. Nothing but gentle open mouthed snoring in response.
“Damn it, Alex! She’s my Mom. Have some respect.”
Hell, I never thought he had it in him to speak back to me. I knew what I was going to do, and it was best if he was a willing participant. I fondled her fabulous tit, while thinking. Then it came to me.
I got up, and Jerry thanked me for coming to my senses. Way too soon. I went to her dresser and started going through the drawers, quickly finding what I was looking for. A nice sheer nighty.
“God, what are you doing now?” Jerry asked, literally wringing his hands. I didn’t think people really did that.
I placed the wispy material over his mother’s face. Then I stood back and admired my handiwork.
“What’s that about?” Jerry asked.
“Look at her now. Just look at her from the neck down.” I waved my arm across her body, for emphasis. “That’s not your mother anymore. That’s a beautiful, naked woman who’s just invited you to do anything you want with her body. Anything. Look at that.”
I think it was working. He’d stopped his hand wringing and was staring at his Mom’s boobs. Good choice. Definitely worth staring at. I pushed him over next to the bed, grabbed his hand and put it on her nearest tit. He pulled back for a moment, then reached out on his own. He seemed to get the idea and I saw his hand was moving, squeezing it just a bit.
“See? That could be anybody. Taylor maybe, or Maddy Thomas. Except this body is even better than theirs.”
“Linda?” he said softly. I assumed he was talking about the Linda that was a frequent pool-guest friend of his step-sister.