Best Freinds Forever 1

I had the impression that Gerald had been avoiding me these last three

weeks. At the same time I had also been hearing things that made me

think something was strangely different, if not wrong.

It just was not like him to ignore me like this - not returning my

calls, even skipping out on school. At one point I was worried that

something terrible had happened, perhaps Gerald had an accident - but

his mother had assured me over the phone that everything was fine,

just great she had said with a little extra enthusiasm in her voice

than I was used too, and that her son was busy is all. It sounded

strangely contrived, his mother odd - in retrospect.

When the rumour mill around school finally came my way and I heard

that Gerald was dating the hottest girl in school, Christine, I knew

there was something terribly wrong. The fact that I had been excluded

from his life these last weeks, becoming an instant outsider to these

rumours for example, hurt.

Only when I was exiting a burger joint at the mall and happened upon

Gerald who stood face to face with a senior, the football team

captain. The guy's name was Jamie and he was at least a head taller

and half as much wider than Gerald - but my friend stood glaring in

anger up at the larger older teenager as if fearless. Not the Gerald

I remember!

Several things registered in that moment - Christine looking

frightened behind Gerald, looking as gorgeous as ever, three of

Jamie's friends stood behind him. The crowd was parting, already

scenting trouble about to explode.

I rushed up to the scene, perpendicular to my good friend, and gasped

out, "Don't do this Jamie?" A useless gesture to be sure, Jamie could

pound the two of us just as easily as one.

Gerald did something totally out of character, his face softened into

a smile as if what I had said was a big joke, turned to me and spoke

confidently, "Don't worry Liam, its all under control."

I knew then something was terribly wrong. Thinking back to that

moment, I knew this was the true turning point in my life.

At that second I heard Jamie gasp in surprise, all eyes turning to

look at his face and then following his eyes to his lap. There,

rapidly spreading, was a dark circle dampening his jeans - obviously

urine. My god, the football captain just fucking peed himself!

Gerald spoke, again confidently, "I didn't realize I was that scary

Jamie?"

Then Christine started to giggle, trying to suppress it as eyes moved

from that wet crotch to the pretty girl. It was enough to break the

tension.

Jamie did the wise move, turned and rushed from our sight. His three

buddies looking at each other confused and embarrassed, eventually

followed.

I turned to Gerald, about to tell him how lucky he was when he calmly

spoke, "I told you I had it covered."

-*-

Christine dropped us off in front of Gerald's place and I watched

still a little shocked as my buddy passionately kissed the best

looking girl in our school. She moaned and kissed him back.

This was for fucking real!

She drove off leaving us on the sidewalk.

Gerald followed the expensive car until it was out of sight and added,

"She isn't as great a fuck as she looks Liam."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Christine was the

hottest girl in our school for many reasons - looks of course, the big

tits helped, and she was dating Jamie the hottest guy in school until

a few days ago, was seventeen and a senior and had a father that was

filthy rich. Up until this moment I would have assumed that Gerald

was still the virgin that I have always known him as - it was our one

re-occurring conversation, girls and sex - or the lack thereof. It

was also one of those things that drew us together as friends - the

two nerds that would probably have to buy a hooker to loose our

virginity as no sane girl would give it to us willingly.

Gerald turned and started towards his house, me rushing to follow.

"What the hell is going on Gerald?"

My best friend turned his head to smile at me over his shoulder but

didn't say anything as he fished out his keys. The door opens and he

shouts out, "I'm home!" I follow him into his house and watch as he

closes the door behind me, carefully locking it securely.

Gerald's mom comes walking around the corner with a pleased smile on

her face. She is wearing, as far as I can see, nothing but her

cooking apron and her glasses - which, from the front hid much of

everything but suggests anything. Like her son she was short and had

bad eyes, unlike him, she was well rounded, chubby but may have been

considered cute back when she was our age.

Gerald smiled at his mom, "Liam will be staying with us for supper mom

- is there enough?"

Theresa, his mother, turned her pleasant smile towards me and nodded.

"Of course honey. Hello Liam, how are you?" The casual nature of our

conversation was alien enough to startle me - since she was

effectively naked before her son and I.

Gerald interrupted before I could phantom an answer, "Go back to the

kitchen mom and leave us alone until supper is ready. Where is Sara?"

"She is at her friends house. She said you gave her a task to do?"

Theresa looked questioningly at her son, making sure her thirteen year

old daughter wasn't doing anything wrong. I remember Gerald's mom as

the harsh disciplinarian, rarely smiled and always found fault in

everything. This simply could not be the same woman standing before

me!

Gerald grinned widely, "She is. Now go mom." It was, very oddly, a

command rather than a request.

Theresa took it with a parting smile, turning so that her nude

backside was exposed as she strode from the foyer.

I just stood mute, my mouth open in shock - the image of that round

soft ass moving as Gerald's mother Theresa strode back to the kitchen

burned into my consciousness. It was my buddies chuckle that brought

me back, "Wild huh?"

I followed him downstairs to the family room - where the video games

were set up. He plugged in one of our favourite multi-player

first-person shooter game and turned it on. Neither of us reached for

a controller.

There were things to be said.

"What the fuck is going on Gerald?"

Another chuckle, he holding his hand up as if to calm me - had I been

talking loudly? "Just relax - I'll share."

Share? I shook my head as if that would clear out the cobwebs of

confusion. It hadn't.

"Remember how I've been researching that ancient text online?" A nod,

Gerald was always into some odd project or another. "The one from

ancient Egypt? Well I cracked the code."

He wasn't making any sense. "The 'code'?" What had this to do with

the strange things going on this last hour?

His turn to nod, "To control minds."

From his look, he was waiting for me to break out laughing. I didn't.

Not after seeing the incredible scenes in the last hour. "Christine?"

A nod. "Jamie?" A chuckle. "Even your mom?" A mischievous smile,

his eyes looking at me carefully.

"More as well."

Upstairs a door opened and quick footsteps echoed through the floor,

it had to be Gerald's younger sister Sara returning home. "Even

Sara?"

His smile was dangerous now - so foreign from the guy I had known most

of my life. "Oh yes - she was my first."

"You've had sex with her?" Saying this even felt odd.

A smug grin, "Numerous times - she has lots of energy!" He barked out

laughing but stopped when I didn't join in.

"What about your dad?"

The grin disappeared and Gerald shrugged, "He is happy. I got him a

pretty thing from the office to shack up with. He and mom weren't

doing 'it' anyways." It was the first spark of an emotion that I

would classify as guilt. Obviously my friend was having sex with his

mother as well.

This was all too incredible to believe if I hadn't seen that bare ass

walking away from me. Could all this be true? My heart was thumping

so quickly it was difficult to think.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier - but I wasn't sure how you would

react?"

React to the news that your best buddy was some kind of freak that

could control peoples minds - have sex with his own mother and sister

let alone the hottest girl in school? How should I react?

"And things have been a little crazy I'll admit. I've been busy." He

leaned in and whispered as if sharing a conspiracy, "And sex is much

better than we ever imagined Liam. I can't get enough of it!"

"Gerald honey? Liam? Supper time boys."

He was out of his seat and rushing upstairs before I even translated

his mother's call through the fog that was my brain. I follow my

buddy to the dining room to find Theresa still wearing only her white

kitchen apron and her stylish glasses placing a bowl of steaming

carrots on the table. She turned and smiled at me as I entered and I

felt my face flush with shame - had she caught me looking at her bare

bottom? Was Gerald really having sex with his own mom - this woman?

My buddy was already seated at the head of the table, the place that

had always been reserved for his father, on his right sat his thirteen

year-old sister Sara, naked and starring anxiously at her big brother.

Since she was seated across the table, all I really could see was her

thin frame and her small, almost, non-existent breasts topped with

tiny brown nipples.

Theresa held out a chair for me, at the opposite end of the table from

her son. I sat, feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my

rib cage from pressure.

Theresa was about to sit when Gerald calmly commanded, "Lose the apron

mom - you know the rules."

His mom smiled sweetly even as her hands went to the bow tied at the

small of her back. "You are right honey, I am so sorry."

The apron was lifted over her head and then left over the back of her

chair. She stood for a couple seconds for the three sets of eyes that

openly admired her before seating herself across from her daughter.

In that short time I devoured the sight of her - my first fully naked

woman - big hanging breasts with wide nipples, slim waist with flaring

hips, stretch marks about her lower rounded stomach, a thick brown

bush between her legs. The only thing she wore was her thick glasses.

Gerald was watching me watch his mother, smiling oddly, and waited

until she was seated. "She has been the best fuck so far Liam. Odd

isn't it that Christine who is the best looking girl at school is

almost a dead fish in comparison?"

I quickly stole a look at the two ladies to see if they minded Gerald

speaking about this before them. Theresa in particular I studied, she

did not even seem to hear her son, spooning out her food before

returning the food back onto the table.

He turned his head to look at his sister, almost fondly, "Sara now,

she fucks like she can't get enough - always acting like its Christmas

morning. She is definitely the tightest of the girls I've banged so

far as well."

My eyes turned to Sara to see her looking proudly at her older brother

with something akin to adoration and love, her nipples now puffing out

from her small breasts. To me, Sara was always a pest - arguing with

her brother and calling us 'nerd' and 'dork' - even at her young age

she recognized that we were loosers.

Gerald took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and swallowed before turning

to his sister again, "How did it go with Angel?" He looked at me

momentarily and explained, "Sara's best friend."

Sara was bubbling with excitement, bouncing in her chair expectantly.

"Oh Gerald - it went better than we had hopped. She was really

nervous at first but after we kissed for a while she allowed me to go

down on her and then she just went wild!" She bounced on her chair

clapping her hands happily. I look at the rest of her family to see

them smiling almost proudly, happy at the news the youngest girl had

brought to the dinner table.

In a while, after listening to Gerald ask about the most intimate

details of a girl I probably had never met but had evidently had

ordered his sister to seduce, Theresa stood up to start to clean the

table. Gerald told his sister to go upstairs and study, she pouting

as she strode dejected out of the dinning room.

That left Gerald and I alone. "Well, what do you think?"

He was grinning ear to ear and I knew there was only one answer. "I'm

a little stunned Gerald - but all I can say is 'holy fuck'!"

Gerald broke out laughing. "I was nervous about how you would take it

- with mom, Sara and all?"

A shiver ran up my spin when I realized that he could have controlled

me if my answer had been different - making me do anything he wanted

me too, perhaps humiliate me in public as he had done to Jamie. I

realized suddenly that I didn't want to be out of control, to have

someone else pick the direction of my life, of every action in my day.

That meant, no matter what, I had to play along - had to ensure Gerald

continued to think of me as his closest friend and confidant.

I laughed as well. "So only the three - with Angel in the wings?"

Gerald smiled proudly, "Three more. Nothing regular - but some nice

cunt for when I'm in the mood."

He was creating a fucking harem!

His fingers rose one at a time as he told me their names - our

middle-aged strict English teacher, a girl our age that lived next

door and her mother.

"Wow Gerald - I'm, like, fucking jealous buddy!" I really wasn't, I

was nearly sickened - this was never how our fantasies were ever

voiced. They were about kissing the girls closer to our age, closer

to our peer group - about how it was supposed to work, sex I mean.

He grinned, "No need to get jealous Liam - I fully intend to share

with my best friend!" Laughing with pleasure he came around to stand

before me, sticking out his hand to shake - mirroring his grin, his

laughter, I shook his hand firmly.

-*-

"So who is going to be your first Liam?"

My mind was cloudy with wild emotions, with excitement and lust. Upon

the marble table before us lay Sara on her back, naked, her hand

aggressively moving up and down her tiny hairless sex, it looking wet

and very pink. Gerald had suggested the show after we had left the

dinning room - and his younger sister had been all for it, laughing

with pleasure to perform before us. Conveniently forgetting her

homework.

To push for more time to answer I brought the beer bottle up to my

lips for another gulp. Gerald, next to me, did the same. Across from

us, watching her daughter closely, Theresa sipped at her wine. "I

will need some time to think about it Gerald."

I felt my buddy nodding next to me as he too watched his sister's tiny

lolita thin body work itself into a sweat. She was so thin, you could

see every muscle in her body tense as she worked at bringing herself

closer to orgasm. The orgasm that her brother had ordered, but had

told her not to achieve without his permission.

"It happened almost accidentally for me Liam." Another draw of beer.

"I was practising with my new power - having mom and Sara wear

revealing clothing around the house - when I caught Sara playing with

herself in her room one night. I had her come into my bedroom and we

had sex. It was my first."

What had he been doing in her room anyways at night?

"I stayed home from school next morning and after dad and Sara left, I

fucked mom." My eyes moved back up to the voluptuous woman looking

anxiously at her masturbating daughter, saw how her wide nipples were

now tight and wrinkled, her knees clenching together periodically.

"They were so different and I was insatiable."

Silence, except for the pants from the teenage lolita playing with

herself before us - the movement of her sweaty body upon the smooth

marble, the sounds of her wet sex being manipulated, invaded, fondled.

"How did it start with Christine?"

Gerald laughed for a few seconds. "That was different. I wanted

something legit, you know what I mean?" I did - you can't go make out

with your sister or mom at the movies like you could your girlfriend.

"But I also wanted the best - Christine was the obvious choice."

My turn to nod, she was by far the hottest chick in school. "You said

she was not a good... in bed Gerald?"

A deep sigh, "Strange isn't it? A body to kill for, every guy in

school gets hard when she walks by but when we fuck she just lays

there. I thought she was scared or something our first time but soon

realized she just didn't have a clue what to do. Mom is the complete

opposite - she is by far the best fuck I've had."

I looked from mother to daughter, and then back. There was something

to be said for the full breasts, round hips and jutting ass. It still

seemed strange to me that Theresa was better in bed than the best

looking girl in school. Christine. I will have to take Gerald's word

for it though.

"Christine almost turned me off young cunt." A sip of his beer, his

eyes locked on that place between his sisters thin muscular thighs.

"Almost!" Laughing. "Jane next door is the same, a great body, fun

to fuck but her mom was a better lay by far."

Sara looked half mad with lust - her body quivering uncontrollably,

her muscles flexing and tensing wildly, her sex making the most

amazingly delicious sounds. Gerald and I sat quietly and watched the

show for another moment or two.

"We could make a trade Liam?"

"'Trade'?"

Gerald nodded to his sister, "My sister for yours?"

A cold hand clenched my heard tightly but I tried to make light of the

question, "Which one - I have two?" One older and the other younger.

Gerald looked at me seriously and said, "Both of course."

My mind was screaming for me to jump up and run out of there. This

was evil, it was wrong in so many ways. An image of my older sister

laying as Sara was now, performing so lewdly.

My shock must not have been totally concealed, "Don't look so

surprised Liam. How many times did we drool over Amy these last few

years?"

To my embarrassment it was true. We had watched my gorgeous sister

from afar many a time - talking about her perfect tight ass, her small

firm tits, that way she seemed to draw every males eyes. Yet, it had

all been unreal at the time - it could never be true, a fantasy only.

We were just two guys talking trash in private right? I mean we

discussed the sexual qualifications about every woman we knew - and I

mean every one - my elder sister was no exception.

Gerald had admitted to me that he was spying on his mom a couple years

ago - sniffing her panties, watching her through the keyhole as she

showered - that sort of thing. He wanted me to be a part of this

conspiracy - suggested I do the same - I told him I was, but in

reality I didn't have the nerve. Our mothers, at least to me, were

not sexual conquests so much as available bodies to look upon. We

were horny virgin teenage boys, anything with tits and an ass turned

our heads!

"Or even better, we could trade moms?" I looked to see the anxious

smirk on Gerald's face.

I felt like punching him but took a deep breath to calm my sudden

anger instead. He had the power to ruin me, to humiliate me beyond

anything any bully had dared to do. And what about my family, my mom

and sisters - they will never be the same from his warped desires.

"If there was any regret, it was that I fucked Sara before mom. Take

my word for it Liam, mature cunt is the best." He tilted his head

back and drained his beer.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Theresa stood up upon shaky legs and left the room without a word.

Gerald laughed and nodded to the place his mother had sat naked - the

wet spot which could only be one thing! My god, do girls get that

wet?

"Mom gets wet in a stiff breeze." That one statement seemed to be

enough for Gerald but it was a shocking statement to me.

She returned and handed her son a new bottle of beer, opened of

course. He gave her a long look before ordering, "Go to my room mom -

I'll be up in a few minutes okay?" It really wasn't a question.

Theresa shivered visibly and gave her son a wide pleased smile, then

turned to me politely, "Thank you for coming by Liam. Say hello to

your mother for me?" She then turned on her bare feet and rushed from

the room, giggling anxiously, her mature body bouncing lewdly with

each step. Obviously excited that her son would be soon having sex

with her.

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.

-*-

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'.

"Why are you always a bitch to us Amy?"

I froze even as my older sister spun and glared at Gerald, her mouth

began to open and then her eyes just glazed over and her hands dropped

to her sides to stand silently. It was starting again.

"How is university Amy?"

"College. Its going fine."

"Fucking anybody?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but yes." Even in her half

trance, my sister could not keep her bitchy attitude at bay.

For some reason I as anxious to hear more - she always had a different

pretty boy over at our house every week. I have always hated them -

hating her smug selfish attitude. Perhaps it was why it had been so

easy to talk trash about her with Gerald all these years. "Hot girl

like you must be busy?"

Amy shrugged, "I fuck who I want and when."

"Even girls?"

Another shrug, "When I want."

Selfish bitch I cursed at her silently. But the knowledge that my

sister was a loose slut was just too juicy a topic for Gerald to

ignore. "Who is your favourite right now?"

"My English Literature teacher, Mr. Jones."

"A teacher Amy... is he married?"

"Yes."

"In his thirties?"

"Forty six years old."

Seems that Gerald was not the only guy that likes his partners older -

I was intrigued. "Lucky guy. Ever been with more than one guy at a

time Amy?"

"Yes."

My heart was again thumping, my penis aching in my pants. My sister

was a trashy slut, so little did I know! "I bet you even like anal?"

"Sometimes, yes."

Gerald turned and winked at me - my sister's perfect ass has always

been the favourite part of her body for both of us. The admission

that my sister enjoyed anal sex just left me dizzy. "What do you

think of your brother Liam?"

She shrugged as if she could care less, my anger rose as it normally

does when she acted like this towards me, "He's just a geeky nerd."

"Ever think about having sex with him?"

"Of course not!" She sounded disgusted and I wondered if Gerald's

power could not work fully on her.

He was just smiling though and so I knew the game was not yet over.

"Things are going to change around here Amy. Nerds are taking over

the world while the jocks become shoe salesmen." It was our oft

recited line - telling ourselves that things will get better for us.

"Hot girl like you should do the smart thing - become close to your

brother."

She made a distasteful face and looked at me for a few lengthy

seconds. "Close how?"

"Oh, I don't know... if Liam wanted to fuck you in the ass, for

example, you wouldn't see any problem with that."

She turned back to Gerald, "No, I suppose I wouldn't."

I coughed violently in response - my god! "You are in control right?

You are the older sister - smart, beautiful. If he wanted to have sex

with you, it would be because you seduced him into it and that turns

you on right Amy?"

She swallowed loudly, "I like having the power."

"I know you do. I bet your excited right now thinking about seducing

your brother aren't you? Just think about it Amy - any act your nerd

brother wanted to do would be because you have that power. And if you

enjoy it as well... so what right?"

She was nodding, smiling mischievously. My sister had a long thin

body, the curves slight, her breasts small firm mounds on her chest.

Those mounds now had small hard points pressing out of the tight

fabric - she was getting excited!

"Its going to be difficult though?"

My sister frowned, taking the bait, "How so?"

Gerald sighed as if talking to a child, "Well, every time you are with

a guy now, you will only be able to think about Liam. Any girl you

are with, you will wonder what it would be like to share her with your

brother. They will be poor substitutes for the real thing of course."

She was frowning at Gerald.

"Excited Amy?" My best buddy pointed at the tightly stretched cloth

over my sisters genital mound. Looking closely it was obviously

discoloured from being wet - and it wasn't sweat either.

"I am, damn you Gerald!"

Gerald started to laugh and it became instantly infectious so I joined

in. My sister cursed to herself and ran from the kitchen when my

buddy dismissed her - leaving her half finished smoothie on the

counter untouched.

-*-

We each had a huge mound of french fries before us as we talked in the

food court at the mall - one of our favourite places. "Fuck me buddy

- that was intense." It was. With mom I went through so many

conflicting emotions that I did not know how to act, which way to

turn. With Amy I enjoyed her humiliating transformation - the

information that I had gleamed revealing.

Gerald was nodding in agreement, "And we can do that to anyone Liam.

I mean its a fucking dream come true is what it is!"

We were both laughing as if half-drunk, the adrenaline high slowly

coming down.

"I'll tell you Liam", he waved a fry my way as he spoke, "if you don't

fuck Amy I think I may. She is one hot looking slut."

I nodded, she was. Strangely, the idea of Gerald having sex with my

sister no longer seemed as disgusting as it had the night before. I

had listened to my sister admit to being promiscuous - the idea of my

best friend fucking her did not seem so crazy any more. "Give me a

couple days okay Gerald - this is all coming way too fast to process."

The truth by the way.

He nodded, obviously understanding. "Figure out who is going to be

your first?"

I sighed, I hadn't. The closest I could imagine was dad's secretary -

fit the older criteria as well as being a looker. The idea that I was

going to lose my virginity finally was a heady thought and being

surrounded by all this deviant behaviour did not help. I could go

home right now and my mom and older sister would do any sex act I told

them - tell me that wasn't fucked up? But what a rush it was!

"I was thinking of setting up a little show next weekend and wanted to

run it by you." Gerald looked at my a little nervously, "How about we

put Sara and Lisa naked on my marble table with only a single bottle

of oil between them?"

The empowered feelings I had been enjoying, thinking about loosing my

virginity, even about my new control over mother and Amy,

disintegrated and I recalled that I was playing with fire here.

Gerald was suggesting we set our two younger sisters in some sort of

lesbian tryst. After watching Sara pleasure herself the night before,

I knew my buddy was into those types of visual spectacle.

A fear clenched me at that moment - I could defend my younger sister's

chastity and probably have it taken from her anyways, while placing me

in as a defenceless a position as the rest of the ladies in our

collective families. Gerald really did not need my permission to do

anything he wanted, to anyone. My guess was that he needed someone

that wasn't altered mentally, to share it with - call it a way to

spread the guilt or perhaps he really did think of me as a best

friend. Friends until the end, we used to say to each other.

My sister Lisa was twelve years old, she had a thin boy-like body that

had not started changing into a woman's. Strangely, seeing her naked

intrigued me. Would that thin body develop into mom's curves or Amy's

athletic build?

Of my two sisters, I liked Lisa the best. She wasn't pompous or

ignorant and selfish like Amy, she was polite and seemed to really

enjoy being with me - talking or just hanging out. She kicked my ass

when we played baseball or soccer together, but I helped her with her

math and science homework readily.

The answer seemed to come on its own, "That sound pretty hot - but

nothing else with Lisa okay?"

Gerald nodded, his smile wide at my agreement, "Sure buddy - she is

all yours. It'll just be a nice slippery lesbian show."

I did not join him in his lecherous laugh and forced my attention back

to the quickly disappearing mound of fries.

-*-

When I entered my house, I found mom singing lightly in the kitchen,

her head spinning my direction when she noticed me, "Hi Liam. Have a

good time with your friend?" She wore a strange smile that I knew was

only for me.

My eyes looked my mom up and down - the skirt that ended just before

the knee was new, tight around the upper thighs and round full hips,

the nylons had a seam up the back and I knew without any further proof

that they would end about thigh high, her blouse was the same as

before but it was obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra - her

full breasts swinging hypnotically just by her movement to look at me.

This was the proof that Gerald's power was total.

Mom saw my gaze and a private smile widened her lips as she turned

back to chopping the vegetables. "What is for supper mom?" I could

do my mother right here and right now - over the counter, on the

linoleum floor. It was a heady thought.

She smiled for me again, her eyes soft and inviting, "Vegetable soup

with dumplings."

Sounded delicious and I told her so.

"I hoped you would like it honey."

I just looked at her for a couple minutes as she effortlessly chopped

some carrots. Was she getting excited right now with me looking at

her? What was it like - the juice that a woman excreted when they

became exited?

Before I did something I wasn't prepared to do, I rushed from the

kitchen to my room. On the way I saw Lisa in her room laying on her

bed reading a book, she didn't notice me. God, in less than a week I

would be watching her with Gerald's sister - naked, oiled, kissing,

fingering and licking each other.

The walls spun and I had to use a hand to steady myself, forcing

myself to my room. I shut the door and fell into my messy bed to

close my eyes and force my heart to stop pounding so violently in my

chest.

-*-

My dreams were the most lewd and descriptive of my life - mother was

stripping before me, but strangely, never seemed to become naked - my

sister Amy was sucking my hard penis, taking her mouth off just long

enough to order, "come over my face nerd" - Lisa was sitting next to

me, my hand between her thin thighs, rubbing her hairless wet hot

crack as she moaned and watched our mother strip. I kept hearing

Gerald say, "any woman... anything you want...".

I awoke in the darkness of my room, sweaty and painfully hard. I

haven't decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my

lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor

and holding my head in my hands.

I could do it - I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to

help me sleep, or fuck them and finally lose that stigma of being a

virgin finally.

But perhaps I should just jerk off - like I did last night after

watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn't sure if it

was the sight of Gerald's little sister climaxing with her fingers

inside her own body or his mother sitting across from us, clenching

her knees, nipples hard, shivering with desire while watching her

young daughter.

The house was silent - dark. I slipped from my room and made my way

down the hallway to the kitchen, getting a glass of water to quench my

parched throat. While drinking I saw that there was a small light in

the living room and walked the few meters to see mom sitting on the

couch, beneath the single light, reading a thick book.

She jumped at my entrance, "Oh Liam honey - you startled me!" She

caught her breath and closed her book after marking the page with a

marker. "Couldn't sleep honey?" She looked concerned - ever the

parent.

I looked at her then and wondered what it would be like to actually

have intercourse with her. Plain of face, looking her age of forty

two years. She wore a long thick white cotton nightie that hid her

from neck to ankle, her legs curled up beneath her as she read.

Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald

had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned

away not without guilt and moved to sit across from mom in the chair.

The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to

the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position - I

never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up

to see mom losen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie -

exposing her bare cleavage beneath.

Those nipples were hard now - obvious even in this dim light. Its not

your fault mother? Stop it please!

When my eyes rose, I found mother wearing a soft smile just for me -

her eyes glinting strangely. "Is there anything I could do to make

you happy honey?"

Was it my imagination or had she pushed her chest further forwards

towards me? "Do you miss dad mom?"

Her brow furled before she answers, "I do... sometimes."

"Why don't you date mom?"

She shifted uncomfortably in her half upright position. "Thats

complicated honey."

I just looked at her - saw her shift, this time it was not from being

uncomfortable.

She blurted out, "Your father leaving hurt me - I couldn't trust men

any more."

I nodded as if I understood - but I didn't. Nor did I want to know

the specifics about my parents sex life. "But you had sex with

someone three years ago?"

She nodded, looking embarrassed as well as uncomfortable and strangely

excited, "He... lets just say he was a mistake that I never wanted to

make again."

"So you stopped with men completely."

Nodding almost sad now, "Yes."

I had nothing else I wanted to say - that I could say. How does a

teenage boy ask his adult mother regarding sexual matters anyways? I

so wanted to confide in someone, an adult, this woman that was my

mother - needed help from the intense changes in my life that I was

facing.

The silence was probably too much for her and she blurted out almost

anxious, releasing me from the responsibility of starting the

conversation, "I get more pleasure by myself than any man ever gave

me!"

What could I say, 'too bad'? "I never realized girls did 'it' too,

until only recently mom." Well, 'recently' was about a year ago -

since then, it was always one of my hottest fantasies.

Mom was nodding, "Oh yes, 'girls' do 'it' too Liam." She then giggled

almost adolescently, "I do it more now than I ever did when I was your

age."

My mouth was dry again and I recalled the half filled glass of water

in my hand. After taking a gulp, which did not seem to do anything

for my parched state I continued, "When did you start mom?"

Mom looked up at the ceiling and frowned in thought, "I was about

Lisa's age when I started experimenting."

I wish she hadn't spoke my younger sister name, reminding me of the

event in only a weeks time.

"I recall how sensitive I was 'down there' and how good it felt, but I

was about twelve when I began playing with myself." She giggled again

and her eyes returned to me, "Are you sure you want to hear all this

honey? You are not weirded out or anything?"

I looked mom right in the eye and said, "I love listening to you talk

about playing with yourself mom." I was hundred percent serious -

perhaps it would be better that our conversation was not about sexual

matters, this discussion was more intimate than I can remember between

us. Mom has always been the busy, weary woman - the single mom to

three kids.

Mom shivered violently and moaning deep down in her throat before she

replied with a raspy voice, "I love making you happy Liam."

"I know you do mom." Anything I wanted, at any time - I recalled.

"Do you honey... you know, masturbate frequently?"

I nodded, thankful for the dim light so that my embarrassment would

not be too obvious on my burning cheeks.

She nodded knowingly, "Boys do it a lot at your age." I normally did

it about twice a day - Gerald used to admit to about three to four

times on average a day.

The silence lengthened and we just looked at each other. I felt

almost dizzy with power - this isn't right. I stood and took two

strides before mom sat forwards and asked anxiously, nervously, "Would

you like to watch me play with myself Liam - would that make you

happy?" Her words effectively stopped me in my tracks.

It was my turn to shiver with excitement - my penis began to harden in

my pyjama bottoms. Mom's eyes did not miss anything, and she licked

her lips almost as if she were hungry. "I don't know whats come over

me today honey - mommy is feeling positively in heat when I think

about you." She was almost whispering. "I want to make you happy - I

would do anything you wanted Liam, anything!" She hissed that last

word, slipping her bare feet from beneath her to the floor below -

watching me anxiously.

I stood there swaying with uncertainty - run I told my feet silently,

but I did not move, my eyes turned to my physically and mentally

excited mother, my hard penis wanting her.

"I know I'm old honey. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my own

son. But believe me when I say that I've never felt so brazen before

- so sure about anything." She took a lengthy loud swallow before

continuing, "Please Liam, I beg you, just sit for a couple more

minutes? If... if I disgust you, I promise never to bother you

again?"

My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt my chest and sounded loud

to my ears. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode

back to my chair - my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I

already knew I would not be 'disgusted'.

Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking

at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked

it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the

couch, her hands trembling so violently.

The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat

back against the couch and spread her knees a few centimetres - she

was completely naked. She whispered almost to herself, "Mommy was so

hot after Gerald explained how you liked me to dress this morning I

brought myself off in the car outside the mall today. I never felt so

alive... or naughty!"

Her bare feet rose and she bent her knees to hook her heels into the

edge of the couch - this effectively spread her thighs wide. I took

in the sight of my naked parent for the very first time and felt like

a drowning man seeing the rescue boat. She was so pale, so soft in

body - but it was nothing but good! Curves and more curves, dark

wrinkled nipples, soft quivering inner thighs and breasts. Her age in

her face, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, her lower breasts.

I always thought of her as ancient - and to me and my friends, she

was. But at this very moment in time, she was the sexiest thing I've

ever encountered. Much more exciting than even Gerald's younger

sister Sara had been as I had watched her.

Mother's trembling hands slipped over her abundant pale soft flesh -

one eventually making for a heavy hanging breast, the other between

her legs and the glistening pinkness there. "I knew from that moment

on that there wasn't another man alive that I felt this way about -

who could turn me on like this, who could ask anything of me and I

would do everything in my power to make you happy."

A finger slipped into the glistening flesh and came back out covered

in female slim. I was fascinated to watch mother bring that finger to

her mouth and suck it clean before returning it to her sex.

"Any hole Liam - any time - any place. I am yours my love, body, soul

and mind!" Her eyes captured my own, "I never told anyone before that

I just love the taste of myself. Do you find that odd?"

Mother did not wait for an answer, two fingers slipped deep and mother

gasped with pleasure, her back arching off the couch while her eyes

clasping shut momentarily.

At that point I no longer existed for mom, I was sure. Her toes

wiggled and clenched, her calves tighted, her thighs quivered, her

hips shook as she pumped her ass up off the couch, her white soft

breasts dancing upon her chest - mother was a delicious sight and my

hands quivered to touch myself. I was hard, painfully throbbing

against my pyjama bottoms - a large wet spot revealing the leakage I

was producing.

She would do this two finger pumping thing - in and out of her very

pink very sloppy wet sex, before bringing those fingers up to her lips

to suck clean and dropping the other hand to continue. Alternately

she would use the free hand to ravage her clitoris rubbing it

surprisingly hard. Infrequently those wet fingers went to one of the

hard winkled nipples dancing on her chest as she moved, twisting and

yanking on it almost violently.

Mother was making noises that I've never heard in my life - grunting

and mile-long-sighs that caused my dick to jerk painfully. She was

gasping as if she could not breath - her mouth wide unless she was

sucking her fingers clean.

Then she did something surprising, moving the newly cleaned fingers

not down to her clitoris to her nipples as I had half expected, but

around her waist so that I saw the index finger tease her own wrinkled

clenching anus.

It was at that point I climaxed in my bottoms - pumping again and

again so that the hot seed filled the front of my pyjama bottoms. I

was gasping as mother suddenly arched her back completely off the

couch, and with two fingers in her vagina another in her anus, she

screamed out in orgasm the likes of which I shall never forget.

Never again could I look at her as simply a parent, as a sexless

person who could direct the path of my life.

The both of us just sat there - mother slowly opening her eyes to look

at me, look down at the obvious wet spot in my pyjama bottoms. I

should be embarrassed but I wasn't - I wasn't the one naked, the one

that had begged to put on a show. Sure she had no self-control -

Gerald had forced this moment, had changed how my home will forever

function. How will I ever look on mother and not remember this night?

Mother's feet dropped back to the floor and she suddenly looked almost

embarrassed, "I've never done that in front of anyone before Liam."

Her eyes studying the spot on the front of my cotton bottoms - she

knew I had enjoyed what I had witnessed.

My voice was raspy to my own ear but I heard myself say, "You were

beautiful mom, really."

Her eyes rose and her lips widened into a pleased smile, "From you

Liam, that makes me happier than you can imagine."

The way her eyes were looking at me like that - wide open and almost

innocent and submissive. They said, take me I am yours.

I felt the stirrings between my legs and stood up quickly to leave -

mother's eyes watching me with disappointment. The scent of her self

enjoyment so thick that it filled my head and my thoughts for the rest

of the evening.

I felt like Alice down that damned hole.