Anything For Family Pt. 02

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Marcus and I had ridden by the shop on our way to the town square in hopes of meeting some girls, neither of us giving it much thought. It had always been there, at least as long as I could remember anyway. How it stayed in business was anyone’s guess, what with all the rumors that had circulated about the place. The owner was reputed to be some sort of voodoo priestess or something, but no one really knew for sure. Somehow, while we were striking out at the square, the subject of visiting the shop had come up. I’m sure it was out of desperation on our part. But if the rumors were true then maybe we could get some kind of magic spell, incantation, or potion that would help us score with the chicks. At eighteen and still virgins, we were willing to go to desperate measures to finally get laid, at least that’s what we told ourselves as we headed back to the shop. Of course when we got there neither of us wanted to be the first to go inside. Since Marcus had brought up the idea first I figured he should be the one to check things out.

“I double-dog dare ya,” I sneered when he balked about going in.

He lowered the kickstand on his bike and stood there looking from the shop then back at me. I knew I was going to have to use my favorite weapon against him if he didn’t make up his mind and go inside.

“What’s the matter Marcus? Chicken!” I taunted.

He glared at me then said, “Fuck you!”

I made a motion with my head like I was a chicken pecking at the ground.

That did the trick, it always did when I wanted him to do something he really didn’t want to. Slowly he walked to the door, glanced back once then went inside. I was actually surprised that he did. I was even more surprised when after only a few minutes he came running out, hopped on his bike and hauled ass away, leaving me more than a little scared. I glanced at the door of the shop expecting some axe-wielding witch to come running out, but nothing happened. Pedaling as fast as I could it still took me until we were a mile away from the place to catch up with Marcus.

“Marcus! Marcus, wait up!” I hollered, finally getting his attention.

He stopped and I pulled up to him. His face was ashen, even after all that effort of pedaling so hard to get away from the shop.

“What happened, you see a ghost or something?” I asked.

He told me everything that happened, from finding a stooped old lady that said she could make him irresistible, to what she wanted in return.

“She wanted what?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

“My stuff, man,” he replied in a whisper.

“Your stuff?” I asked just for fun.

“Yeah, my stuff, my gunk, my goo, my spooge! My stuff dude!” he answered.

“Oh, that stuff,” I laughed.

“Fuck you,” he shot back after catching on that I was just making fun of him.

“She was probably just yanking your chain,” I told him as we started to ride.

“I don’t think so, she seemed really serious about it,” he said.

We rode in silence until it was time for me to turn up my street. Before we split up I had to ask him one last question.

“So, do you think she was telling the truth about being able to make you irresistible to girls?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m never going back there to find out,” he answered then pedaled on.

I watched his back grow distant then rode home thinking about what had happened. He seemed sure that the old lady had the cure for our lack of appeal to the fairer sex, the only problem was the cost. I was pondering how the old lady planned to extract a sample of sperm from Marcus when I walked in the front door, unaware that my mother was waiting for me in my bedroom. She must have heard the front door close.

“Kenneth Wayne Ferguson, get your ass in here!” she hollered.

Uh oh. It was never a good sign when she called me by my full name. I sauntered down the hall to my room and found her standing in the middle of it, her eyes scanning the mess of dirty clothes scattered everywhere. She saw me come in and turned her gaze in my direction, her green eyes blazing.

“I thought I told you to clean up this pig stye,” she barked, sweeping a hand around the room.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll do it right now.” I told her.

“Well see that you do,” she said, then slipping past me she left.

Twenty minutes later I had the room picked up, sorta. I’d be fine if mom didn’t go looking in my closet. As far as relationships with my mother went, with me being an only child we have always been close. When she finally tossed my worthless father out on his ear four years ago our relationship grew even closer. I guess you could say we needed each other. Why she didn’t date after her divorce always baffled me. It wasn’t like she was too old; she was only thirty-eight, and not too shabby if you asked me. She was slim, and as tall as I was, with long tapered legs and a nice little round rump. Her tits weren’t anything to brag about, but from what I could tell they would do nicely in a pinch, not that I’d ever seriously given them much thought. Magosa Escort That would just be gross thinking about my mother’s tits that way. My Aunt Silvia, mom’s older sister, on the other hand I have given a lot of thought to. Her’s were nice and big, and when she walked around the house without a bra, something she did a lot, they bounced delightfully under her clothes. I’ve pounded my pub many a night picturing her tits in my head.

Aunt Silvia had moved in with us nearly two years ago, and although she had taken her second husband to the cleaners in the divorce, she still kept her job as a cashier at the local supermarket. From the very get go she insisted that I call her Silvia, she said the Aunt part made her feel old. If it weren’t for her, mom’s salary as the town’s head librarian would barely make ends meet, something her sister never threw up in her face. I liked that about her. I also liked the way she flirted with me when mom wasn’t around. Prancing around without a bra, letting her titties shake knowing full well that I was watching. Even her occasional smooches on the cheek seemed designed to get my motor running. It’s fair to say that I had no problem picturing my aunt spread out on my bed waiting anxiously for me to lay the pipe to her. With that thought in mind I locked my door and dropped my pants.

Dinner was a study in overactive teen hormones. Silvia had decided she’d wear her bathrobe, her obviously braless tits flopping teasingly under the thin cotton fabric. Of course I couldn’t keep my eyes off them, something I’m sure mom was aware of judging by the looks she kept giving her sister.

“The least you could do is wear a brassiere under there,” mom testily told her.

“Oh lighten up Vivian,” Silvia said, before adding, “I like it when the girls are free.”

To emphasize her point Silvia shimmied her shoulders causing her unencumbered tits to sway back and forth wildly.

“Silvia!” mom yelled, while I just sat there bug-eyed trying not to cream in my jeans.

Silvia chuckled, glanced my way, winked, then said, “Your Mom’s no fun.”

“I am too,” mom said defensively.

Truthfully, I don’t remember much after that. My penis had taken over and constantly reminded me to hurry up and eat so I could go to my room and whack myself silly. By the time I called it a night my cock was sore.

The next morning I opened my door to go to the bathroom down the hall but stopped and stared straight ahead. Mom’s bedroom is directly across the hall from mine and her door was wide-open. From where I stood I had a sideways view of her bed, but more importantly I had a clear view of mom as she made up her bed. She was dressed in a plain white bra that covered her breasts completely and high-waisted white panties. With her back to me I had time to soak in the sight. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized mom actually had a very nice figure. She was long and slender, with a narrow waist and barely-there hips. But what attracted my eyes the most was how her ass jutted out nice and firm. Before she caught me spying on her I closed my door and stayed in my room until I heard her’s close.

After relieving my bladder I was tempted to stroke one out, with mom’s ass for inspiration, but thought better of it. I buttoned my pajama bottoms and headed to the kitchen.

“Morning sweetie,” mom said, looking up from the morning paper.

“Morning Mom,” I replied, going over and fixing myself a cup of coffee. We were never big on breakfast.

It was no surprise that mom was dressed in just a slip; she always wore one around the house in the mornings before getting ready for work. It wasn’t like I could see anything, she still had on panties and a bra. But this morning I couldn’t help taking an occasional glance at her chest, hoping that somehow I’d be able to see something out of the ordinary, perhaps a jiggle or two, or even an accidental nip-slip. Mom caught me staring, blushed a little, but didn’t say anything. At least not about my wandering eyes.

“Do you think I’m fun?” she asked, obviously stiff miffed about what her sister had said.

“You really shouldn’t worry about what Aunt Silvia says,” I told her.

“But am I fun?” she persisted.

Rising I went up behind her and put my arms around her shoulders, then said, “You’re a lot of fun, Mom.”

She patted my hand that was just above her breasts, causing my fingertips to actually touch the soft flesh of her cleavage. I felt her shiver right before I stood and backed away, my cock threatening to come to life and embarrass the hell out of me. Fortunately I was able to make it back to my chair without mom noticing the slight bulge in my pajamas. Before any more awkwardness could happen Silvia walked in, got some coffee, then took a seat next to me.

“Morning Viv, morning Ken,” she said, sliding one hand under the table to pat my thigh.

Mom and I told her good morning, and mom went back to reading her paper while I sat there wondering how high on my thigh Silvia’s hand was going to Kıbrıs Escort go before she took it away. The answer was, not high enough. Her fingertips barely brushed my hardening cock before they were gone. I had a full-fledged hard-on by the time I left the table and made my way back to my room. Visions of both mom’s ass and Silvia’s tits flashed through my head as I pounded my pud.

Mom stopped by before leaving for work and told me to have a good day, something she’s been doing since I was little. I wished her the same and after she left I sprawled out on my bed, the voodoo lady nagging at my brain. I couldn’t help wondering if what she told Marcus was true. Could she really make us irresistible to women? The thought of Silvia being drawn to me sexually soon had my cock once more needing attention. Just before I filled the tissues in my hand another thought entered my head. Would it work on mom too? After coming down from my rush I felt kind of disgusted with myself. How could I even think things like that?

In order to get my mind off of thinking about the old lady, and what she could possibly do, I threw myself into doing all the little chores that I had been neglecting. Retrieving my dirty clothes from my closet I did some laundry and while I waited for them to finish I cleaned up the kitchen and my room, something I’m sure would please my mom to no end. When she got home from work she didn’t even notice. Or at least I hadn’t thought so until right before bedtime she gave me a hug and thanked me. The feel of mom’s tits pressed against my chest still lingered as I drifted off to sleep.

I was still feeling all warm and fuzzy when I woke the next morning. Slipping on my pajama bottoms I visited the bathroom then headed to the kitchen. This time I caught mom standing by the coffee machine, her silk slip hugging her round ass nicely. Before she knew I was there I snuck up behind her and placed my hands around her waist and onto her tummy.

“Good morning, Mom,” I whispered in her ear, the feel of her ass against my crotch titillating.

“Good morning honey,” she replied sleepily.

“Anything you want me to do today while you’re at work?” I asked letting my hands caress her mid-section.

She rested one of her hands on mine and said, “The yard needs looking after, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Anything for you,” I told her, then backed away before she felt my rising erection.

I spent the morning mowing the lawn and pruning the hedges that ringed our back yard. Around noon I went inside, took a quick shower then settled down on the couch to watch some television. It didn’t take long before I was bored with that, so I decided to ride down to the square and see what was happening. I didn’t make it to the square, instead I swung by the curio shop but lost my nerve to go inside. I gave the place one last look then headed home, stopping at Marcus’ house on the way, only to be told he wasn’t home. The rest of the day dragged by until mom and Silvia came home, then for some reason time seemed to fly by. I guess having someone to talk to did that. Dinner was uneventful, Silvia stayed on her best behavior. Around nine I said my goodnights and went to bed, only to find out that my brain wouldn’t stop thinking about the old lady.

The next day started out as usual until about ten o’clock when Marcus called and wanted to meet up at the square.

“Where have you been?” I asked when we met.

“Just hanging around,” he replied.

We spent all day hanging around, grabbing a burger and fries around one, then hooking up with a group of guys that were just as unlucky as us when it came to the ladies. The whole time I spent with Marcus I couldn’t help thinking there was something wrong with him; he was too quiet for my liking. We had just made another circuit through the crowd when he glanced at his watch.

“Shit, I gotta go, my Dad’s going to be pissed,” he exclaimed, then getting his bike he rode off.

I didn’t have any time limits to be home, mom was really good about giving me my freedom. With nothing to do I decided to head home too, but as I rode I somehow found myself in front of the old lady’s shop. Today’s lack of interest from the girls was humiliating, so I stopped. For several minutes I stood there staring at the door trying to work up the nerve to go inside. I didn’t care if Marcus was too scared to take the old lady up on her offer, that was his problem. I just knew that I was tired of being rejected, and if she could make me irresistible then what did I have to lose. So what if I had to let her collect some sperm, I figured that was a small price to pay to finally get laid.

As I stood there working up the nerve to go inside the door opened on its own, as if beckoning me to come inside. A chill ran up my spine as I entered the shop. Stopping just inside the door I took a look around, discovering the place looked just like Marcus had said it did. Jars and canisters were everywhere, along with the shadowy figure of someone standing toward Lefkoşa Escort the back of the shop.

“Come child, don be afraid. I’ve been expecting you,” a raspy voice called out.

As if compelled to obey I shuffled further into the dimness, my sphincter tight enough to prevent a needle from being pulled out of my ass. One step, two steps, three steps and I was in front of the shop’s owner. Only I was expecting to see a stooped old hag, not the tall ebony-skinned woman that stood there appraising me from head to toe. Her brightly colored clothing seemed out of place among the dinginess that surrounded us.

“You wan to be irresistible,” she spoke with a certainty.

“Y-Yes,” I stammered.

“You know my price,” once again not asking it in the form of a question.

“Yes,” I answered, feeling a little braver.

“So be it,” she replied, then reaching out to the shelf next to her she retrieved what looked like a straw doll.

When she started rubbing it I felt a warmth spread through me, and when she rubbed the crotch area of the doll my cock started to grow. She took a step closer and began to hum some weird tune, all the while my cock continued to harden. Soon it was becoming uncomfortable in my jeans. Before I knew what I was doing I unsnapped my jeans, pulled down the zipper and pushed my pants to my knees. My cock sprang out in front of me, a throbbing tube of man flesh. The lady’s lips spread into a huge smile right before she dropped to her knees, and in one slick move engulfed my raging pole until her nose was in my pubic hair. The sensation was beyond any pleasure I’d ever experienced.

“Oh crap!” I yelled as spurt after spurt of my jism blasted out into her mouth.

I wanted to move but couldn’t, it was as if I was somehow frozen in place, my will no longer my own. When the last spurt squirted into her mouth she leaned back, opened her mouth so I could see the puddle of thick cum on her tongue, then swallowed. With an energy that would have made a younger person proud, she rose to her feet and smacked her lips together. As soon as she did that I could feel the hold on me loosen. I was able to move again. Quickly I yanked up my jeans and fastened them, my eyes never leaving the lady’s face.

“So good,” she finally spoke, then went into the back of the shop.

When she returned she handed me a brown vial and told me to drink it in one gulp. I did as she said, almost vomiting at the foul taste. This brought a cackle of laughter from her. Taking the vial from my trembling fingers she placed it next to the straw doll on the shelf, then cocked her head sideways as she studied me.

“Something wrong?” I asked, worried that she’d screwed up and gave me the wrong stuff.

“No child, all is as it should be. Your seed was so good I wan give you something special,” and with that she cupped my crotch and chanted some weird shit.

For the briefest of moments I felt a tingling in my groin, then it was gone. She smiled once more then turned toward the back of the shop and walked away. I didn’t know what to do. Was that it, or was I supposed to wait? When she didn’t return I left, hopped on my bike and went home, feeling no different than when I first went into the shop.

I was late for dinner. Mom and Silvia were watching television when I walked in.

“Where have you been?” mom asked.

“Hanging at the square with Marcus,” I answered.

“Probably hoping to get lucky,” Silvia chuckled, causing my face to turn red.

“There’s a plate in the oven,” mom told me then went back to watching her show.

“Thanks, sorry I’m late,” I said making my way across the room and turning into the kitchen.

I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but as I’d crossed in front of mom she appeared to be sniffing the air. Silvia did the same thing when I passed by her chair making me think that maybe they could smell the old lady on me, or at least the jasmine scent that permeated the air in her shop. I soon forgot about it as I devoured the plate of pot roast. Once I was done I went back into the front room intending on going to my room.

“Why don’t you come watch TV with us honey,” mom said.

I glanced at her sprawled on the couch wondering where she expected me to sit, since Silvia was hogging the love seat. She must have seen my hesitation and quickly sat up, then patted the seat next to her.

“Uh, okay. Just let me slip into something more comfortable,” I told her then went to my room and changed into my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

Mom making room for me on the couch hadn’t been what had made up my mind about joining them. It was what Silvia was wearing that had. She had on a silk sleep gown with a plunging neckline that given the right amount of movement would more than likely allow a lot of tit flesh to be on display. Mom was dressed in her customary flannel pajama set that left everything covered. Slipping on my pajama bottoms and a clean t-shirt I joined them, taking a seat at one end of the couch while mom sat at the other. I settled back resting my left arm on the arm of the couch and my right one over the low back. Not fifteen minutes later mom did what she always did, she stretched out and placed her head in my lap. Of course I didn’t mind, with her head on my lap she wouldn’t be able to see when I snuck peeks at Silvia’s cleavage.

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