Jimmy's Wish Story

By yours truly, Wizard

Jimmy's Wish

About This Story

This story started out alright but I may have given Jimmy too much power. So I'm not sure where to take it from here.

Prologue

"What do you mean by only one wish? Shouldn't I get three?" asked Jimmy, aghast at limitation.

It took six months, and all of his money, to create the summoning spell and all he got was one wish. In one way, he should've been grateful, he only stumbled across the original incantation by accident, then he figured out how fine tune it so the spell would work. But he did miss a lot of valuable school time and there was no way he could qualify this year.

The ugly little imp snarled back, baring two rows of teeth. "You heard me boy, just one wish and I can't give you money, castles, muscles or a bigger dick. You have to wish for something simple like curing someone's disease or making someone happy. What would a boy like you want the most? "

"Damn it, why would want to make someone's life better? Mine is a shit; I'm poor, can't pass school, can't get a job. I can't even land a girlfriend."

"Ah ha, a girlfriend. That is a wish worthwhile and within my power. Is there anyone in mind?"

A girlfriend would be good but who? She couldn't be too pretty or smart because she probably lose interest in him after a while. What would be the point in an ugly or poor girl? He needed a cute and pretty one but what if he didn't love him back?

The imp shuffled his feet impatiently. His big ears flap around like bits of plastic. "Hurry up. If you're worried about a relationship then we could make the girl an unquestioning, devoted slave. If you want sex then how about making a sexual dynamo who would never say no? What do you think about that?"

"What's the catch? I read that demons always put spins on the wishes. Do you guarantee that she would be totally obedient and love sex?"

The imp grinned, or it may have been a grin if his razor teeth were not so scary. "Oh, you are a clever one. Alright, the catch is that the spell can’t be reversed. Once a girl is yours, she is yours forever. She will always do whatever you want. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

Jimmy could barely hold himself back at the idea. His cock strained in his pants as he imagined who would be his slave. He wished it would be Alicia Tate because her parents were wealthy and she was the gorgeous blonde in his school. More importantly, she was uptight and never even noticed him. If the spell could change that...

The imp's giggled sounded more like a screeching bark. "Oh, I see that you have made your wish. Very well. "

"What! No, I didn't say a thing. You can't read my mind to grant my wish."

"Of course I can, if it is what you really want. The powers of obedience and desire are yours. Use them unwisely."

"Hey, what do mean by that? Stop right there and give me enough time to think it through."

"Too late. You have your wish and I have my freedom. Now it's goodbye and don't try to call me again. The boss has set some new barriers to nuisances away from now on."

"Wait!" cried Jimmy but it was too late to stop the imp from changing into most then blowing away.


Chapter 1

Jimmy's car puffed smoke and sounded like an antique tractor as broke the calm of the sunset over urban life, rambled down Cambridge Avenue. The few well dressed neighbours snubbed their noses and turned away. The car came to an abrupt stop, the door opened, and he stepped out. He stock of himself: messed up hair, ruffled t-shirt and jeans, worn shoes. He really looked out of place in the neatest street in town.

Even the doorway was grand: stone pillars flanked the wide verandah, introducing a crystal glass and timber door. Jimmy pressed the door bell, while trying to calm down. He stopped breathing as he imagined that Alicia would greet him with a sexy hug.

After several minutes the door opened but it wasn't the girl that he wished for. The lady who stood in the doorway was all class with shoulder length blonde hair, dark eye brows, cute nose and dressed in an elegant white dress suit. She wore perfectly applied makeup and she looked perfect. Her features were so alike to Alicia's that she had to be her mother. What really topped off her outfit was a string necklace of glossy pearls and diamond earrings.

"May I help you?" Even her voice was refined and proper with a faint Irish accent.

Jimmy stuttered, shuffled his feet. "Ah, Mrs Tate, I don't mean to bother you but... Ah, I'm looking for Alicia. Is she home?"

"You're looking for Ally. She didn’t say anyone was coming over. Are you a friend from school?"

"Jimmy, my name is Jimmy and she didn't know that I was coming. May I see her?"

Mrs Tate paused for a moment as if she tried to make a decision. She studied him before opened the door a little more. "Maybe you should come in for a few minutes to um... to wait for her."

Jimmy entered, his mouth dry and his barely controlled his hands from shaking. The house that differed so much from his humble dwelling. On first impression, it shouted neat and expensive with a layout that was more pristine than a display home. Modern furniture and art adorned the home without exceeding a state of clutter.

A voice called out from the floor above, "Who is it Miriam?" A middle aged man stepped down the staircase. He dressed as immaculately as Mrs Tate, wearing a dinner suit and sporting a perfect haircut and trimmed beard.

"It's a boy looking for our girl. I think that he wants to date her Frank," Mrs Tate replied. Oddly, her eyes stayed fixed on Jimmy, watching him intently.

"Well she's not home and we have to leave soon for our dinner. So he will..." Mr. Frank Tate's voice faded when he saw Jimmy. He paused, looked puzzled, as if he had forgotten something.

Mrs Tate took Jimmy's elbow to usher him past her dumbstruck husband then into her living room. She invited him to the couch before calling back to Frank, "Don't be so impatient dear. If the boy is interested in our girl then we should be good hosts. I want to find out more about him.

Frank still looked puzzled but nodded his head. "Ah yeah, we can't let Ally go out with any boy and this one looks like he's from the other side of the tracks. "

Jimmy muttered under his breath. He knew what being on the other side of the tracks meant. While there was no real barrier, the working class were discouraged from coming to this neighbourhood and these folk didn't even drive through his area.

Frank Tate circled the living room, fixing his gaze on the Jimmy like he was a threat. "Maybe you're a diamond in the rough. Tell me your name boy."

"Stop being rude dear," interrupted Mrs Tate. "His name is Jimmy and he's our guest. I think that he is lovely, just right for our girl. He just needs the right kind of support."

Jimmy was stunned when Mrs Tate winked. What was going on with these people? They were on their way out for dinner but changed their minds to invite him in. Was that the way rich folk behaved with strangers?

He sensed a lot of tension from the adults.

"I would like to see Alicia. Is she home?"

Mrs Tate ignored his question. "How about a drink dear? A cup of tea, beer, spirits, or wine? I have whatever you want." She winked again.

"Tea please," he answered. What was she doing? Did she just call him dear? He didn't even know the lady.

Frank crossed his arms, stared down at Jimmy. "You have a nerve boy. Do you think that you could barge into my house to see my daughter?”

He marched back and forth across the room. “I bet that you want to take advantage of my little girl. I was your age once so I know what’s on teenagers minds. Hell, I had lots of girls when I was a young man and it wasn't just my money they were after. They wanted some of this too."

Frank grabbed his crotch. "I'm pretty big in this department and the girls liked it." His anger built up even more. "Boy, you’re not right for my Ally. You probably don't even have a job." He said while still holding onto his crotch. "I won't let any bum... a bum... date my daughter. Are getting my point boy or do you want me to show you what I mean?"

Jimmy tried to answer but couldn't remember what the question was. The man was standing over him, grasping the boner in his pants. It was too weird, he needed to get out.

"I guess I should be going,"

Frank placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him down. "Not so hasty boy. We need to get to the bottom of what you want."

At that moment, Mrs Tate reentered the room, carrying a tray of cups which she placed on the table in front of Jimmy. Her eyes were so locked on him that she didn't notice her husband until she put the tray down.

"What are doing with yourself Frank? Since when do you tug your cock in front of our guests? Don't you see that the boy isn't interested in men? He likes women.” She winked at Jimmy. “Isn't that right dear?"

"Oh, I guess so Ma'am. I like girls. Uh… Alison."

"What the hell am I doing?" Frank yelped, letting go of his crotch. He shook his hand, as if trying to shake off something stuck to it. "You didn't think that I… I wasn't doing anything."

The situation was getting worse but how could Jimmy get away without a fight with the old man? "Um...I would like to see Alicia if it's alright with you Mrs Tate. If she isn’t home then I could come back another time."

She pored the tea and smiled the most glamorous smile he had ever seen, her teeth were perfectly white. As she bent down, a wave of lavender perfume floated over him.

"I'm so glad you like women dear. By the way that you look at me, you like me too but don't get any ideas because I'm married. Did you know that it’s our anniversary today?"

Frank squeezed Jimmy's shoulder. "You better not get any ideas about my wife boy."

The two adults were so close that he dared not say anything. After some time, they felt his discomfort and moved away to sit on the opposite couch. They quietly sipped tea for a few minutes.

Mrs Tate broke the silence, "I don't why but I trust you young man but. if you want to date our Ally, then you have my blessing. What do you think Frank?"

Frank looked torn: anger combined with embarrassment and some other emotion. He started to say something, stopped, mumbled something else that couldn't be heard. Finally he spat out, "Damn it. I've just met the boy. He doesn't don't look right for my little girl. I should throw him out but there’s something about him. Hell, I can't stop imagining him with her, watching the two of them... Damn it, why am I thinking about that?"

Ally’s parents were weird; way too strange and way too nice. Was it possible that the imp’s spell worked on them somehow?

As if to validate his thoughts, Mrs Tate opened her jacket and satin blowse to expose her bra. It was an amazing view: the black lace encased fleshy globes. She beamed a smile at him.

"Are you staring at my wife's tits boy?" grumbled Frank. "I thought that we made it clear that you should keep your eyes off."

"Oh my god, what am I doing?" cried out Mrs Tate, wrapping her arms around her chest. "I'm not that type of woman. You shouldn't look at me that way." She fell into her husband's arms and sobbed.

After a while, she dried her tears and turned to Jimmy. "What's happening? What are you doing to me? Why do I feel this way about you? You're so young and so… attractive?"

"Attractive! Do you mean that?"

"I'm sorry Jimmy. I only meant to say that you would be attractive to younger girls, not to someone my age, not to me. That is why I shouldn't show you these..." she said while pulling her blowse wide open to thrust her chest out.

"Don’t look boy," demanded Frank. "Keep your eyes off my wife."

Something changed in Mrs Tate. Her smile softened, the tip of her tongue licked her lips. Both of her hands rose to comb through her hair. Her voice took a harsher, more forceful tone. "You like what you see, don't you dear? I bet you would you like to bend me over this coffee table and stick it in me. That's what you would like to do."

Frank changed too, his voice took on a weaker tone. He reached around to pull his wife's jacket and blowse completely off. "Take the bra off Miriam to show him what you've got. You better appreciate those tits boy because they cost me a fortune."

Mrs Tate revealed perfectly formed jugs, oozed sex appeal, before snapping her hands over her tits. "Don't look at me. I didn't mean what I said. I was... I was fooling around... You mustn't get the wrong idea. I'm not like that."

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

She stepped towards Jimmy, lifted her hands to stretch way above her head, displaying a firm and round torso.

"Please stop Miriam," pleaded Frank. "You mustn't let him touch you."

She didn't stop, she reached out to Jimmy's cheek, then behind his head to guide him to a nipple. She hesitated as she whimpered, "I love you Frank. Oh, I love you. Aah… Please don't be jealous honey."

Jimmy tasted her salty sweat, breathed in her perfume, and loved the way her fingers glided over his scalp. He rolled the nipple around with his tongue, nibbled the tip, and sucked it in. He swapped to the other tit, taking a mouth full.

She moaned and gasped in response. "Gnnnnn, I shouldn't be doing this. It's so wrong but I can’t stop. Frank, don't let him do this to me."

Frank wept louder and louder. Between sobs, he confessed, "I can't do anything. I want to but I can't. Please fight it darling."

"I'm sorry Frank, I... Uhhhh. Oh my god, I came! I came from him kissing my tit." She shuddered, went limp, pushed Jimmy away. "How are you doing this to me? It’s making me so sensitive and so horny."

Jimmy looked up at the beautiful wife, at her wet tits, the pearl necklace, her flushed neckline, and into her eyes. There was something there that wasn't there before: soft and lustful. She leaned down, lifted up her tight skirt, shuffled around, then handed him wet nylons and panties.

"Take these but please, please, stop whatever you're doing this to me. I will do anything you want but I don’t want to have sex with you."

Jimmy needed to think of something, anything to say but felt powerless. "I never asked to have sex. Please, may I go?" he asked the husband, desperately wanting to escape.

Frank fell to his knees, bowed his head, and spoke with devotion. "You may do anything you like Sir. I am yours to command and will stop my wife if that is what you wish."

Jimmy stood up, almost turned away, when Mrs Tate leaned over the coffee table, hiked her skirt up to her waist, then thrust her naked arse out.

Frank offered, "Do you want to take her Sir? She is ready for you."

Mrs Tate pleaded again, "Please don't do it. Please don't put it in me. It will drive me mad if you fuck me." She opened her legs to wriggle her dripping pussy at him. Her fingers busily toyed between her legs.

"Would you like a hand Sir?" asked Frank. Not waiting for an answer, he untied Jimmy's jeans to pull his underwear and trousers off. "Very impressive Sir," he said while taking hold of the boy's erection.

Jimmy had no interest in sex with men and jumped when the man slid his mouth over his cock. Jimmy panicked to think that it would be a full blow job but Frank stopped at one gulp, enough to wet the skin. The husband took hold of his cock, guided it into his waiting wife.

"Nooo, please don't fuck me, ohhh... Honey... uhhh." Mrs Tate moaned, pushing back into the teenager. They started rutting as she grew louder. "Oh fuck, I came again. Please don't fuck me harder. My God! Frank, I feel that I'm losing you. Kiss me and don't let me go. Uhhh. Another one. Cumming... Ahhhh! Don’t fuck me harder, harder, harder. Fuck me harder. Please!"

Frank must have regained some awareness. "What are you doing to her? She's my wife. You can't do that to her..."

His voice faded out when she made a gurgling noise.

Frank crawled over to the front of her. "I love her. I shouldn't let you fuck her but I... I want to make you happy," he babbled. "I love you Miriam. Don’t let him take our love away. "

The couple kissed, at first gently, then deeply, using their tongues. They were interrupted when she thrust backwards against Jimmy, engulfed his cock, and screamed. "It's happening, I can't hold on any longer. I can't stop it! "

Her juices gushed down her thighs soaking Jimmy as well as herself. It was too much for Jimmy who had done everything to delay his load. He had looked at the ceiling, remembered who he really wanted, Alicia, counted to ten while imagining that he was with her. But he wasn’t with her, he was ploughing her mother, one of the classiest ladies he had ever met.

He thought that he should pull out but the situation was too good to pass up. He exploded deep inside of Mrs Tate, savouring her warm, wet flesh. She cried out louder than before, gushing more juice before slumping over the coffee table. Jimmy stayed there for as long as he could, staring at the sweaty, prostrate woman's back.

Finally he fell out of her and stumbled back onto the couch where he took a breather. His plan was to catch a girl with rich parents, instead the spell caught the parents. It was a pity that he missed getting the girl his age but her mother was a very sexy lady. The imp said that it would be impossible to summon him again which meant that Jimmy was stuck the older folks. Oh well, it was a pretty good package.

Mrs Tate slowly crawled to him. Her hair was no longer tidy and her near naked form was streaked in saliva, sweat and cum. "Thank you my lord," she said. "I am yours and I am pleased to serve you."

From behind her, Frank announced, "It is a great honour that you chose my wife Sir and may take her whenever you want. We will make you happy in any way we can."

Jimmy smiled, gaining complete power over two adults was quite a rush. Well, if he couldn't have the daughter, he should enjoy the mother. He took her hand. "Take me to your bedroom Mrs Tate. We're going to have a lot of fun.”


Chapter 2

The Alfa Romeo slowed outside the Tate house then parked under the street light. Inside the car, Alicia waved her arms, trying to reason with the driver. "Isn't it enough for you Brad? Can't you see that I'm not ready to go further?"

He snapped back. "If you love me then you would do it. You know that I love you."

She hesitated. The truth was that Alicia wasn't sure that Brad loved her and she knew that she didn't love him. They had dated for over a month and he met all of criteria of the perfect man. He played football, the best player in town, and he was the heir to a very profitable family business. He was so right that she should fall completely in love with him.

"I gave you a release Brad. That is all I can do. You know that I'm not on the pill."

"That wasn't enough. You mean more to me than just a hand job." He reached into the glove box to pull an envelope out. "How about these?" he asked, waving a packet of condoms.

"You don't understand," she said, jumping out of car. She looked back, "Please, I’ve had a nice time this evening. Don't ruin it and please don't be angry."

Brad mumbled something that included the words: uptight, busy and seeing other people. He turned red, spat out, "I don't think you're serious about us and I think that you're seeing someone else. That is why you don't want it."

"What!" The thought of seeing two timing made Alicia's stomach retch.

"That's right. Well, I'm not playing second fiddle. You keep dating whoever it is because we're through."

Alicia looked straight ahead not daring to look back. She knew that she had done the wrong thing again. Every time she tried to form a relationship with a boy, they wanted more than she could give. They usually ended by telling her that she was stuck up, too prudish, even a liar. They didn't know that she really needed a man who would sweep her off her feet, that she could never give herself to anyone who wasn't the one.

The lights were out and her parents should not be home yet. They went to an opera and should not return for an over an hour. It surprised her to here their voices upstairs. Maybe, they didn't like the show or decided to stay home.

She really wanted to tell Mum about her boy problems. Mum was a great listener when she needed it. She started up the staircase until she heard more noises. Bumping, groaning, her Mum's voice cried out something very naight. Her parents were making out up there. She had came home too early and they didn't know she was there

She returned to the ground floor and turned in for the night. The sounds of love making got louder and her Mum was especially loud. It was kind of nice that their relationship still involved sex after all of those years. Eventually the sounds died down and Alicia drifted off to sleep.

The sun had barely risen when Alicia stepped into the kitchen. It was a week day, so she had showered and dressed in her school uniform. Even though the outfit was a standard sweater, tie, blowse and pleat skirt outfit, she made it look good by tailoring it around her figure.

Dad was cooking breakfast which was unusual for a week day.

"Good morning."

He did not turn around to face her. "Alicia, you shouldn't be here."

What did that mean? Where else should she be? Her father continued cooking as if she wasn't there. The kitchen smelled of a dish never before seen in their house. "Why are you cooking that Dad? You always tell me that eggs and bacon are bad for us."

"It's not for us Alicia. It is for our guest. Listen to me, you have to leave. You're in danger."

"What guest? Danger? What are you talking about?"

"I... I can't tell you. He might not like it."

Before Dad explained anymore, Mum appeared.

Alicia could not believe what she saw. Her mother wore a peignoir that hid nothing except her black knickers. Not only was her mother semi naked, but her hair was messed, and she wore no makeup. She peered out through a very tired eyes.

"Hello Alicia. I wasn’t expecting you home. We have a guest and you shouldn't be here."

Alicia flapped her arms. "What are talking about? I live here and what's with Alicia thing? I'm Ally."

Mum ignored her questions. "Is his breakfast ready yet Frank? He says that you are taking too long."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry. I hope that he will forgive my tardiness. I wanted to cook it right but I'm so slow. Please tell that it’ll be ready in a few minutes."

"That's not be good enough Frank. He told me that he didn't want to wait any longer and I would have to punish if you don't take it to him immediately."

Alicia looked back and forth at her parents. "Mum, Dad, what are you talking about? Who is the guest?"

Mum frowned as she looked her way. "You know him. He's a boy from your school. He came to see you. He wanted you to... Hmm, maybe it would best if you did see him. Come along Ally, we must make him happy."

Dad placed the meal of greasy bacon and eggs with toast on a tray. He added tea and a glass of beer to complete the dish. Both Mum and Dad exited the kitchen, seemingly on missions to please their guest.

Did you say a boy from school? Who are you talking about?"

Her parents didn't answer as they climbed the staircase, then entered their bedroom. A voice from the bedroom said loudly, "About time Frank. It had better be good or I'll make you do more push-ups."

Alicia remembered that voice but couldn't place who owned it. Her parents had vanished into their bedroom and she instinctively knew that she should not follow them. Whoever their guest was, he had some kind of power over them. Maybe it was blackmail, or he may have a gun, or maybe they owed him money. But, she needed to do something.

Maybe she should call the cops but what would she say when she didn't know what was happening? It took minutes to decide. "Damn it," she whispered to herself. She had to take the chance to save them.

She pushed the door open to peer in. What she saw shocked her so much that she could barely process it. Dad was doing push-ups and Mum.... Mum was on her knees, her head between a boy's thighs.

She recognised the boy, it was creepy Jimmy who leered at the pretty schoolgirls and even some teachers. His actions were even more shocking than Mum's bobbing head. He ignored her as he ate breakfast and gazedout the window as if her actions meant nothing to him.

“You bastard. Leave my mother alone. I'm calling the police."

Mum lifted herself from him, turned and smiled at Alicia.

Jimmy looked at her too. "Alicia, what are you saying? Why are are you home at this time? You mustn't tell anyone what we're doing."

The world spun when his eyes met hers, causing her to topple from the room. Why did everyone ask why she was home early? Where should she have been? "

She was on her feet, running down the stairs, out of her house, through the front gate. She made it to the corner before catching her breath and whipping her phone out to call... Who could she call? Maybe emergency services but there was no emergency, at least no emergency that she explain. That creep Jimmy wasn't threatening anyone. She played back the scene in her mind, Mum bobbing her head. Mum turning around to look up and smiled. Why did Mum smile? She wouldn’t smile if she was in danger. Maybe she liked it.

Who could she call? Who would save her? Not Brad, he had dumped her. Her friend Becky? What would she tell Becky? That Mum two timed Dad for a sleaze bag while Alicia couldn't even hold onto one boy. No, she couldn’t tell Becky that.

She needed a plan but the longer she thought about it, the harder it was to keep her thoughts on track. Life had always been so cruel and unfair to her. She did her best in sports and school. She did her best to look good and to dressed well. She wanted to be perfect and people told her that she would go far. But her love life was a mess. She had lost her only boyfriend while her mother sucked off the pervert from her school.

Alicia reentered her house before she had made up her mind about what to do. Somehow she knew that she should confront that creep, Jimmy, to make him confess and apologise for whatever he did to her mother.

Her parents intercepted her in the dining room. Dad was dressed for work and Mum stood with her hands on hips as if guarding the home. The pervert stood in the background, wearing Dad's oversized bathrobe.

Mum reached out to give Alicia a hug and, for a moment, she felt safe. Dad put his arms over both of their shoulders in the same way he did to protect them.

"Mum, Dad, what is going on? What is Jimmy doing to you?" She could not hold back any longer and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"It's alright dear," said Mum, patting her hair. "Jimmy asked us to behave like proper parents so that we can explain it to you."

Alicia pushed away. "What! Why are you doing what he says Mum? He's a pervert."

Slap! Mum's hand pounded her cheek, stinging more than she had ever felt. "How dare you talk about him that way?" snarled Mum. "He is the most important person in this world and I am sworn to protect him."

Alicia held her face, tears tumbled down. Her mother had never hit her before.

A distant voice ordered, "That's no way to treat your daughter Mrs Tate. Apologise to her."

Mum snapped, "I'm sorry dear, but you have to understand that he means everything to me. And, to your father."

"What?"

Dad smiled. "We serve him Alicia."

Almost without being noticed, Mum reached up to squeeze her own tit. "He’s very sexy dear."

A noise shattered the silence as Jimmy slammed something down. "Shit! This has gone so wrong. Your parents are stupid morons. I should have known better than to trust them with basic instructions."

Alicia didn't like her parents being called morons but it did fit the way they were acting. Dad stood dumb struck while Mum mindlessly toyed with her nipple.

Jimmy continued, "I didn't mean to make them so dumb. I didn't want to do anything to them. It was an accident. Please let me explain Alicia. There was an imp. Do you know what an imp is? It's a little devil. The imp cast a spell, he tricked me. I didn't want your folks. I wanted you to… like me."

He babbled on about spells, staying the night, being exhausted, not expecting her home because they said she was away. His story went on and on while Alicia's got lost in her own thoughts. Her date with Brad fell apart when he wanted more than she would give. She had witnessed Mum sucking Jimmy off even though Mum always said that it was disgusting and degrading to women.

Alicia would never stoop as low as her mother unless it was the man that she intended to marry. It had to be Mister Right.

Did the creep say that he wanted her? Did he know that she was available?

"Alicia, are you listening?"

She shook the thoughts out of her head but couldn’t understand what she was looking at. It was like she had never opened her eyes before. Jimmy was chubby and wore thick glasses; and that was exactly what she wanted in a man. His boyish features were so hot, that if made her loins wet. She looked at the bathrobe wondered what he hid under there.

"Are you alright?" He was such a nice guy to worry about her.

She was better than alright; warmth built up between her legs and her neckline flushed a deep crimson. She could do nothing to stop herself sauntering up to him.

"Uh hmm," she murmured, almost saying something before their lips met. He tasted sweat, smelled like heavy musk and their embrace went on and on. They were so close, pressing together, and his hardness reminded her of those times when she dreamed of a real man.

Her knees almost gave way by the time they broke the kiss. She gasped heavy gulps of air and gazed at the boy in her arms. Why had she never given him the chance to take her? So many times, she had turned away or, worse, scorned the way he looked at her. No wonder he never approached her. She had been so rude.

He looked shocked. "Oh no. Why did you kiss me Alicia? Are you under the spell too? I thought that it would only work once when your parents fell for it. Tell me how what you’re thinking. What would you do for me?"

What an odd thing to ask her. He should have a good idea what she would do after a kiss like that. Maybe she should be more forward. Maybe she should show him what she really could do for him.

Why use words when actions would really talk.

Her hand, like a foreign object, reached between his bathrobe, effortlessly pulling out his hardness. Her mouth watered at the sight. It was so beautiful and warm down there. All she had to do was look into his eyes to know that she was doing what he liked.

Her voice sounded so husky as she purred, "What do you want me to do?"

"Alicia, stop!"

She heard her Mum's cry out with a shrill. She snapped back to reality. What was happening?

For a moment, Mum had somehow returned to her old self. She wasn't a woman who walked around in lingerie, or gave teenager boy a blowjob. She was Mum; who knew right from wrong.

And so did Alicia. She was smart, attractive and could choose any boy she wanted. She was strong willed and she never brazenly held a boy’s cock the way she did now.

"Mum, what's happening to me?"

Whatever inner strength rose within Mum, softened and, by the she touched Alicia’s cheek, the resistance in her eyes had faded. She exuded sex again.

"It’s alright dear. Jimmy wants you. All you have to do is give yourself to him."

Alicia looked down to see that she still had hold of his penis; her fingers gliding up and down his pulsing member. An inner voice screamed to let go, to consider what she was doing, to run away but the voice dimmed as her body grew hotter and hotter. The smell of her own sexual juices mingled with the others in the room.

She lifted her sweater up, untied her blowse and pulled a bra cup down. The invitation was enough for Jimmy, who reached for her tit. He kneaded and pulled at the sensitive nipple. Catching her by complete surprise, she orgasmed. Her knees buckled as the juices flooded her panties.

She found herself on the floor, looking up at the hard cock in her hand. The cock’s head glistened and smelled heady with musk, beckoning her closer. Her body pulsed with every stroke of his hardness. A small inner voice cried out to hold back because it was degrading, but she testing the tip with her tongue. A drip fell from him, with a rich flavour between yeast and honey.  Involuntary, her tongue slid over the head, down the shaft, until his cock touched her throat. She came up for air, gulped, guzzled him again. The tip rubbed her gag reflex but she repressed it, taking him even deeper. Another gulp of air before plunging again. Up, down, faster, and fast. It was a wonderfully degrading act and she wondered why she had never done it before.

"I'm going to cum!" Jimmy yelled.

Those words were the most wonderful thing that she had ever heard. He was going to unload inside her mouth and she would give him what she had never given another man. The tiny voice inside her mind cried out but she refused to listen. He grunted and shot. She was going to spit it out, but after tasting it, drank as much as possible. In an instant, she went to heaven with an exploding star that blew away her doubts.

She stood up and backed away, leaned against the kitchen table, not caring that her tits proudly stood out. Did she really have an orgasm from being groped. How many more did she have while blowing her new friend? One, two, three, or more? New ideas burst into her mind, and she didn’t want stop them.

"Jimmy, I have to tell you. Other boys told me that I'm too prudish because I wouldn't put out for them but I did it for you."

He looked puzzled, trying to figure out what her speech was about.

She lifted her skirt, opened her legs wide, and pushed her panties aside. She was wet, very wet, down there. "I... oh... You are the best; better than Brad, better than any other boy I dated, and I’m yours if you want me."

On some level she knew that things were wrong, but she no longer cared. What was important was sex with Jimmy. He was the one to sweep her off her feet and take her to heaven; and it was better than she ever imagined.

She was his woman and he was perfect.

Mum's eyes burned through her and Alicia felt a twinge of guilt for taking the boy from her mother. He guilt faded like a memory. After all, Mum shouldn't be selfish and there was no reason for her to be jealous. They should both make Jimmy happy.