“Ohhhhhhhh! God! Fuck me, Nick!” Mom moans, as I begin moving in and out of her, with long, slow strokes. Parting her lips with my tongue, we begin a slow, steady rhythm, kissing and moving in tandem, with the taste of sex on our entwined tongues increasing our arousal. Rather than our usual slamming against each other, our bodies dance together in a slow grind, building momentum and driving us to a frenzied, manic crescendo that leaves us sweat-soaked and depleted.
As our breathing returns to normal, I check the clock and it is 6:45. I’m supposed to meet Maggie in fifteen minutes. I slowly disentangle myself from the sheets and my mother’s legs and start towards the shower.
“Where are you going?” Mom asks, sleepily.
“I’ll be right back.” I say, going into my room and getting the transmitter.
“Mom?” I say, spinning the dial and pushing the button. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it and I’m hoping it still works.
“Yes.” She says in the transmitter-induced monotone.
“You are going to have a restful night’s sleep and not notice that I’m gone.” I tell her, pausing to decide if there is anything else I want to say.
“Okay, dear.” Mom says, flatly.
“Mom, what was going on with you and Maggie in the dressing room today?” I ask, wondering if Mom wasn’t trying to substitute Maggie for Susan, since she hasn’t been home for a while.
“That was just girl fun.” She responds. “I didn’t get the impression that Maggie would be interested at all. I don’t know her that well, but she has such great tits, I really did want to suck on them.” She says.
“If she does become interested, Mom, you will propose a threesome with me, okay?” I tell her, wondering if I can pull this off.
“Okay, Nick.” She answers, dutifully.
“Good night, Mom.” I say, pressing the button on the transmitter. Mom turns over and is breathing softly as I leave the room.
Having showered and changed, I arrive at Maggie’s house a little after seven. She answers the door in a transparent silk robe, her hard nipples prominently pushing against the see-through material.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Nick.” She says, as she steps behind the door to let me in. As she closes the door, she kisses me on the cheek and leads me over to the couch, where we sit close, awkwardly wondering how to begin.
“Did you bring the transmitter?” She asks, nervously.
“Yes.” I tell her, pulling it from my pocket. “It’s right here.”
“Good.” She says, sitting back on the couch, giving me a great view of her massive tits, draped in sheer white silk. “First, tell me everything you’ve been doing with it, Nick. I really want to hear your transmitter stories.”
“Well.” I hesitate, not expecting this question. “I used it quite a lot at first.” I tell her about trying it out on Alison and Carolyn at the mall, and then using it to undo the post transmission suggestion for Nicole. I tell her about Nicole and I visiting their neighbor and then going to the mall to visit Carolyn again. I don’t give her every detail, but she’s such a good listener that I reveal more than I intended.
As I talk, Maggie leans forward, resting her hand on my leg and letting her gorgeous tits hang loose behind her thin robe. I skip telling her about my mother and instead tell her about Mrs. Edwards, my English teacher. This seems to arouse a great deal of interest.
“You hid in the closet, watching them the whole time?” She asks, as her hand strokes up and down my leg.
“Yes. It was very erotic.” I answer, shifting my hardening cock inside my jeans.
“You seem a little uncomfortable.” Maggie says, leaning over to undo my jeans. “Let’s make you more comfortable, while you tell me the rest.” She says, pulling my zipper down and tugging my jeans off my legs. My hard cock is pushing against the white material of my jockey shorts, making a little tent in the front.
“Why don’t you just get undressed, Nick.” Maggie says, standing in front of me and pulling my polo shirt over my head. “Your stories are very arousing. See how wet you’re making me?” She asks, directing my hand into the opening in her robe and pressing it between her legs. I feel the heat, just before I touch her moist, fleshy lips and her matted pubic hair. My cock hardens even more, if that’s possible.
“Mmmmm.” She says, just holding my hand against her pussy for a minute, before kneeling down to help me remove my jockey shorts. “Tell me more about the transmitter, Nick. Did you use it on any family members.” She asks, a knowing gleam in her eye, as she releases my hard cock from the confines of my shorts.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You know what I mean, Nick.” She smiles, still kneeling between my legs, running her hands up and down my thighs. “I saw how you and your mother were with each other, and how all of your stuff was in one bedroom.” She says, her hands sliding around my inner thighs to cup my balls. “Please tell me.” She pleads, while gently stroking my cock with one hand and fondling my balls with the other.
“Well, it started with Uncle Harry’s videos of my mom and my sister.” I tell her, while she deftly moves from hand job to blowjob. I lean back with my head on the back of the couch and eventually spill the whole story. I tell her about mom and how Nicole initially convinced me to reverse the suggestion. Then, I tell her about Susan and how I used the transmitter to turn her teasing into a threesome with her roommate.
“God! That is so hot!” Maggie says, taking a breath from my throbbing cock and looking me in the eye. “So how did you get back to sleeping with your mom?” She asks, as she resumes sucking my cock and teasing my balls.
“Nicole and I had a fight, Susan was back at school.” I explain, while humping my ass off the couch, the tension in my balls building from Maggie’s expertise and the reliving of all the sexual adventures I’ve had recently. I tell her about the progressive suggestions I gave mom and by the time I get to the threesome with Susan, I shoot my load into Maggie’s warm mouth. I just lean back catching my breath, while she cleans me up with her talented tongue.
“God Maggie! That was awesome!” I cry, as she continues to suck and lick my softening cock. “Now, it’s your turn.” I tell her, as I pull her up next to me, on the couch. “Tell me about your experiences with Uncle Harry and the transmitter.” I say, my hand gently caressing her closest breast through the sheer material of her robe.
“Harry was like part of the family.” She sighs, I think more from her memory than me touching her breast. “He was just always around and it was obvious that Frank was a problem when he’d been drinking. Harry was our salvation on more than one occasion.” She confesses. “Nicole and I even stayed over there a few times, to avoid Frank’s rampage.” I part her robe and start licking her large, dark areola, while my hand caresses her other tit.