“Well, you know, one thing led to another.” She says, running her fingers through my hair as I suck on her hard, thick nipple. “Consoling turned to passion and I was over there nearly everyday while Frank was at work and Nicole was at school.” She says, as I switch to her other tit and run my hand across her stomach. She scoots down on the couch a little, spreading her legs as my hand reaches her thick patch of black hair.
“Mmmmm.” She says, as I nibble on her tit and comb my fingers through her curly, pubic hair. “This was all before Harry had developed the transmitter. Harry was a marvelous lover and always wanted to try new things.” She says, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “He told me all about his work and what he thought the transmitter could do. I naturally, volunteered to be his first subject.”
“And you didn’t know about anyone else?” I ask, disbelievingly, as I very lightly touch the edges of her pussy lips, barely parting them with my finger.
“Ohhhhh!” She gasps, spreading her legs wider, before she answers. “I really didn’t Nick. That son of a bitch, if I had known what he was doing with Nicole, I’d have probably cut off his balls! I actually fantasized about leaving Frank and us becoming a decent family; Harry, Nicole and I. What a laugh!” She sits up, her anger having spoiled the mood.
“I’m sorry.” I tell her, honestly. “I should have kept to more erotic topics.”
“It’s okay.” She says, standing up and dropping her robe to the floor. “I understand why you had to ask and besides, you can refresh my mood instantly with the transmitter.” She smiles, straddling me on the couch and pressing her lips to mine. “You are going to keep your promise, aren’t you, Nick?”
“Thunderous and explosive.” I say, cupping my hands around her firm, round ass cheeks and slipping my tongue into her mouth. Sitting on my thighs, her wet pussy is rubbing against my soft cock, while her tits are pressed firmly against my chest. Her thick, hard nipples feel incredible rubbing against my skin as she rocks back and forth
“Are you ready?” I ask, breaking the kiss and reaching for the transmitter.
“Yes.” She says, moving off of me. “Let’s go into the bedroom, Nick.” She says, pulling me to my feet. “Do you mind if I video tape what happens while you have the transmitter on?” She asks.
“Don’t you trust me?” I ask, smiling.
“It’s not just that, but the thought had crossed my mind.” She laughs. “But I also want to see how you use it.” She says, as we enter her room. A digital camcorder is sitting on a tripod, in the corner.
“You make movies often?” I ask, teasingly.
“I set this up just for us.” She snaps before realizing that I’m teasing her. “Sorry, I’m just so nervous about doing this again… and excited, of course.”
“Maggie.” I say, turning her towards me, our naked bodies only inches apart. “It’s possible that you knew more or did more than you are allowed to remember.” I say, my eyes searching hers for understanding. “I’ve found, using the transmitter with Nicole and mom, that they remember things they were told not to remember. I want to ask you some questions while we’re doing this, okay?”
“Okay.” She says, putting her hands on my hips and resting her head against my shoulder. “I’m not sure I want to know it all, Nick.” She says, as I pull her into a full embrace, my cock responding to her naked flesh pressing into mine.
“I know.” I say, gently rubbing her back, while my hard cock tries to create more room for itself between our bodies. “Whatever happened, you couldn’t have done anything about it.” I reassure her. “And don’t forget thunderous and explosive is waiting for you on the other side.” I laugh.
“How could I forget that?” She says, moving back to give my cock more room to expand. “It’s been a long time!” She says, emphatically. “Let’s get started, shall we?” She enthuses, climbing onto the bed, while I put the ear buds in my ears and tune in her frequency.
“Maggie.” I say, pressing the button on the transmitter.
“Yes.” She says in that irksome, monotone voice produced by the transmitter.
“Please answer all my questions in your regular voice with normal voice intonations, okay?” I ask her knowing that everything I say will be okay, because she’s submissive right now.
“Okay, Nick.” She says, cheerily.
“Let’s start by you telling me everything Harry told you not to remember.” I know this is broad, but I figure I can narrow down the questioning as we go.
“Well, he told me not to remember the suggestions he gave me about orgasms.” She says, and then, after some thought she continues. “And he told me that I will believe Nicole was going to his house everyday to do homework and would not be suspicious.” She stops and thinks for a while. “He told me not to remember a bunch of questions he asked me.”
“What kind of questions?” I ask, lying on the bed next to Maggie, taking the opportunity to check out her body, while she’s oblivious to my scrutinizing gaze. Lying on her back, her massive tits pull to the side, causing her thick nipples and surrounding areolas to point in the 5 o’clock and 7 o’clock positions on her right and left breast, respectively.
“Questions like, ‘Have I ever cheated on Frank? Have I ever had sex with a woman? Do I masturbate? What are my wildest fantasies? Would I ever do a threesome with Nicole?’ Questions like that.” She says, as I brush her bushy hair away from her pussy lips, to get a better look.
“Bend your knees and spread your legs, Maggie.” I say, as I continue my inspection of her body. “What are the answers to those questions, Maggie?” I ask her, while positioning myself between her legs.
“I never cheated on Frank, except with Harry. I never had sex with a woman, although it sounds intriguing, I used to masturbate a lot, before Harry and I got together, but I don’t now. My wildest fantasy is to be fucked by a well-hung black guy. And I think a threesome with Nicole would be a sick, perverted thing to do.” She says, surprising me only with the fantasy. My thoughts turn immediately to Carl, Carolyn’s husband and his huge, black cock.
“Let’s go back to his suggestions about orgasms, Maggie.” I say, as I peer into her slippery pussy, which I’m holding open with my fingers. “What suggestions did Harry give you?”
“Harry said that sex would be less and less satisfying with Frank, while it would become progressively more fulfilling with him. Eventually, my only orgasms would be when I had sex with him and they would get progressively more intense every time we fucked. He also told me that I would never have an orgasm while I was fucking him in the ass. I would only have them when he ate my pussy or fucked me in my pussy or my ass.” Wow! Uncle Harry really was a bastard. I wonder if this means Maggie hasn’t had an orgasm since he died.
“Maggie, have you had an orgasm since Harry died?” I ask her.
“No.” She says, quietly. That explains her behavior and why she’s so intent on me using the transmitter on her. As I run my fingers through her unruly, thick pubic hair, I imagine what an impassioned lover she must have been for Uncle Harry, with her orgasms increasing in intensity every time they fucked. That’s a great suggestion; I’m going to have to remember it.
“Maggie.” I say, changing the direction of our questioning. “What was your reaction when I told you I’m fucking my mother and my sister?” She takes a little time before answering.
“I think incest is sick and perverted.” She says, thoughtfully. “But the way you explained it made it seem so erotic, that it made me wet.”
“Does it affect your answer about a threesome with Nicole?” I ask, not really interested in doing one, just wanting to know her answer.
“No.” She says, abruptly. “That doesn’t interest me at all.”