A strange man, and a strange watch with a strange power...
The Man in the Gray Suit – The Watch
Just as David was finishing up washing his dinner dishes, his sister, Kate, snuck up behind him and dumped hers in the sink. “Wash mine too,” she said.
“What?” fifteen-year-old David asked. “Do your own fucking dishes!”
“David,” came their mother’s rising inflection of warning from the other room, “what have I told you about the cuss words?” Oh shit, thought David. “But, Mom, Kate-“
“I don’t care what Kate did,” rumbled the deep baritone of their dad. “For that, you’ll wash her dishes, too.”
Kate smirked at him and left the kitchen, while David shot his most withering glare at her retreating back. He turned back, growled into the running water, and started scrubbing.
After a moment, his younger sister, Melissa, always the slowest eater, trotted into the kitchen, bearing her dishes. Glancing out the doorway, she pitched her voice low and said, “That wasn’t very fair.”
David sighed, and gave his sister a halfhearted smile. The three siblings were only two years apart from the next, but it seemed to David, the middle child, that his elder sister was far too much of a bitch to just be seventeen, and Melissa, at thirteen, was a little on the na? side.
He studied her: slim, her bright blonde hair bound up in a single braid, her sympathetic eyes behind round glasses that seemed just a little too big for her face. “No,” he finally said, seizing the bottle of dish soap, “no it wasn’t.”
“I don’t like it when she’s mean to you,” Melissa said.
“Well, I don’t like it when she’s mean to you, Munchkin,” he said, genuinely smiling, now. “So I guess that makes us even.” Melissa giggled; she always did when he called her Munchkin.
David nodded towards the plates and glass in his little sister’s hands. “You want me to get those?”
“Oh, no, I can wash my own,” she declared.
David shrugged. “Nah, you might as well; I’m doing all these already.”
“Yeah, go on, get outta here,” he said playfully, and brandished the sprayer in her direction. Melissa dropped the dishes on the counter and squealed, running from the kitchen, but she laughed as she did it.
David sighed, and returned to the sink.
Kate, David thought for the hundredth time just that day, as he stared at his own reflection while brushing his teeth, was a bitch.
The dishes earlier that evening had simply been the latest in a long, long line of unprovoked aggression his sister had waged against him for years. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve such treatment, but he was more than tired of it. One of these days, he was going to-
There was a loud pounding at the bathroom door. “Jeez, David, get out of there!” Kate yelled. “I swear, you’re such a girl when you’re in the bathroom!”
David wondered just what that was supposed to mean when it was a girl saying it, especially one who spent much, much longer in the bathroom than any other member of the household, but otherwise ignored her. He leisurely finished brushing his teeth, and stood back from the mirror a bit and studied his shirtless image. He wasn’t bad looking, and the minor exercises he’d been doing for the past few months were beginning to pay off – there was definitely some tone in his arms that hadn’t been there before, and his stomach, while not a washboard, was at least flat. He flexed a little, and made faces, until Kate started pounding on the door again.
“David, come on!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he said, unlocking the door and brushing past his fuming sister.
“Ugh, put some clothes on,” she spat, before ducking into the bathroom and slamming the door closed. David rolled his eyes; that was normal enough to be only mildly irritating. He wore only his boxers and a pair of plaid pajama pants to bed every night, and Kate never failed to make some sort of comment about it.
He made his way to his room and shut the door, and wearily fell onto his unmade bed. At least it was Friday night, he thought. Tomorrow he could sleep in, and have the whole weekend to goof off.
He turned off the lamp and pulled the covers up. As tired as he was, he found he couldn’t sleep. He lay there, his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling for what felt like a long time.
Kate made him so angry. He couldn’t understand why she treated him like such shit. And what was up with Mom and Dad taking her side earlier? It was so unfair!
The worst part about it was that he didn’t know anything he could do to change things.
Someday, he thought. Someday…
“Good evening, David.”
David blinked and jerked upright, feeling as if he’d been daydreaming. He was sitting in a chair – a comfortable one – and there was... nothing, all around him. Total blackness surrounded him. Where the hell was he?
Before him, a thin white line appeared from the floor, shooting up and then branching off into two right angles. These lines turned back downwards, forming two long rectangles. Then the line in the middle expanded, like a sliding door opening. The light behind the door was white, blindingly so; David held up a hand before his face. Silhouetted in the doorway was the figure of a man.
“What the… who’s there?” David asked.
The doorway closed, and though there was no light source that David could see, he nevertheless could quite clearly see the man before him. He was… plain. There was no other way to describe him. Short, dark, slick hair combed to perfection, dark eyes, and a thoroughly uninteresting face. He was neither good-looking nor ugly; instead, he had the sort of face one would instantly forget the moment it was beyond one’s field of vision. He was dressed in a plain but immaculately-kept gray suit. His arms were crossed in front of him, and his hands held the handle to a small, black briefcase.
“Good evening, David,” he said, and David realized this was the voice he’d heard before. He pronounced his words oddly, like he wasn’t used to speaking English, and he put pauses and inflections in all in the wrong places. “I have come to offer you a gift.”
“What?” David shook his head. “Look, where the hell am I? Who are you?” He tried to get up out of the chair, but his body would not respond.
The man in the gray suit smiled. “I have come to offer you a gift,” he repeated, and held up the briefcase. “What would you say this is?”
David heard the locks pop, and the case opened. Inside was…
“It is made to appear so,” said the man in the gray suit. “But this is no ordinary watch. Wear it, and your will shall be imposed upon others. Their actions will be to you as malleable as clay.”
“What? I don’t understa-“
“Good evening, David.”
David jerked straight upright in bed, gasping. What the hell? He looked around; he was in his bedroom. Everything looked normal. It had all been a weird dream.
Except there, on his desk, next to his wallet, was a small, gray box – the exact same gray as the man’s suit had been. With shaking hands, David reached out and picked it up. It had a hinge along one side, like a jewelry box.
Inside was his watch.
David started to freak out, a little. What the hell was going on?
But as David studied the watch, he noticed that it wasn’t really his. His watch, his normal watch, was a big, clunky sports watch with all sorts of timer and alarm functions. But what he held in his hands was not his watch. Oh, it was close enough – very close, in fact – but there were subtle differences. Scratches were in the wrong place. The colors were ever so subtly different. Light didn’t reflect off its surface the way it was supposed to.
Well, since he didn’t see his actual watch anywhere, he decided to put it on anyway. It still showed the time. And besides, he smelled bacon coming from downstairs.
He tossed on a shirt and bounded down the steps. His dad, heavyset and with thick glasses, sat at the table, reading the paper and nursing a glass of orange juice. “Morning, son,” he said, nodding his direction.
“You’re the last one up today,” his dad said. “Your sisters have already eaten.”
“Really?” Usually David was up with everyone else.
“Yeah. You feeling okay? Not getting sick, are you?”
David shook his head. “No, I was just…” He shook his head again. “I was just having a really weird dream.”
He trotted into the kitchen, where his mother greeted him with a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, David,” she said.
David received the kiss woodenly. His mom was wearing her silk robe this morning, and it always made David a little uncomfortable. Not only did it fall only to her mid-thigh, but it revealed far too much of her cleavage than David thought it should. Where Dad had let himself go in recent years, Mom diligently kept up with her regular workouts, and it showed. Mother or not, David was a teenage boy, and she was attractive woman. She had shoulder-length hair with a natural tight, frizzy sort of curl, bright green eyes, and, he had to admit, a tight, curvy body. When she wore tight or revealing outfits, or especially the silk robe, David found his eyes drifting to places on her body they shouldn’t be going – her legs, her tits, her ass.
He forced his gaze away, tried not to stare.
“Bacon and eggs?” Mom offered, perfectly normally.
David took his loaded plate to the table and ate to the occasional sound of his dad turning the page. He found his eyes riveted to his watch as he finished.
He wondered – could it possibly work?
“Hey Dad,” he said, still looking at the watch. “You done with the paper?”
“Just about, why?”
David looked his father in the eye. “Tear it in half.”
He did so, straight-faced, with absolutely no hesitation.
David blinked. No way! “Again,” he said, and watched in amazement as his dad obeyed. “Again! Tear it to pieces!” Soon, tiny little newspaper bits littered the table and floor.
David decided to try something tougher. “You know, I don’t really like being told not to cuss. From now on, I want you to just accept it, okay?”
“Okay, son,” his dad responded, a little robotically, but otherwise in a normal tone of voice.
“Okay?” David leaned forward a little, and said, clearly, “Damn.”
A manic little laugh bubbled up from David’s throat. “No way! Okay, okay, okay. Shit.” Still nothing. “Ass. Dick.” His father continued to stare at him blankly.
This time, David’s laugh was louder. “I can’t believe it!” He was grinning; his head felt light. “So… you don’t even mind if I say fuck?”
“Really? Not even fuck? You won’t mind if I say fuck from now on. You won’t mind if I say fucking. You won’t mind if I talk about fucking.”
“You won’t even mind if I talk about bending some girl over this very table, putting my dick in her pussy, and fucking her over and over again?”
“Of course not, son.”
David caught a glimpse of his mom in the other room, and struggled to lower his voice. “No matter who it is? What if I said I wanted to fuck Mom?”
“What!” David couldn’t keep it in anymore; he laughed long and hard and loud. “No freaking way! Yeah, she’s a hot little piece of ass, isn’t she?” he said wildly, sarcastically. “Wouldn’t mind if I fucked her every once and a while, huh? You don’t mind sharing? Don’t mind if I show her a real good time now and then?”
“What are you guys talking about in here?” Mom had come through the doorway, her own plate in hand.
David couldn’t take it anymore. He got up from the table, laughing hysterically. “Oh, not much, Mom. Here – Dad, why don’t you tell Mom what we were just talking about, huh? About our little ‘arrangement’? Listen to what he says, Mom, you’ll love it!” He tossed back his head and laughed at the absurdity of it all, heading out of the dining room. Mom was going to be so pissed.
David rushed back upstairs into his room and shut the door, where he cried out, “Yes!” and jumped up and down. It worked! The watch worked! He couldn’t believe it: the man in the gray suit had given him some sort of mind-control device!
He forced himself to calm down. He had to think: how could he use this? What would be the best way?
And then, all at once, he had his idea. He grinned like a maniac.
He sat in his room for a while, planning. His parents had said they had errands to run today, which meant that soon, he and his sisters would have the house to themselves. He waited just long enough to hear the front door close and the car start and pull away before opening his door and heading down the hallway. Without bothering to knock, he threw open his sister Kate’s door.
“What the fuck, David!” Kate screeched. She’d been sitting at her desk with her school algebra book open. “Get out! Don’t you dare-“
“Shut up,” said David simply.
And she did.
David, grinning, took an enormous breath of air and released it. This was going to be good.
“Oh, I’ve been waiting years for a chance like this,” David said. “Stand up. Turn around so I can see you.
Kate rose and looked at him, blankly. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“You know, you’ve been the biggest bitch to me for years, Kate. Made fun of me. Insulted me. Treated me like shit.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, it ends today.”
“You’re going to be a whole lot nicer to me from now on. But first!” He chuckled. “But first… you’re going to pay me back for all the years of crap you’ve put me through.” He squared his shoulders. “I want you to feel as humiliated as you made me feel.
Start taking off your clothes. Right now.”
Kate didn’t hesitate, didn’t change expression or even bat an eye. Calmly, quietly, she crossed her arms in front of her and pulled off her shirt, and tossed it casually to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned her tight, tight jeans, and fairly peeled them down off her legs, and stepped out of them.
“Stop,” said David.
Kate stood there clad only in her underwear: the bra was plain enough, black and unadorned, but her panties…! David leered, smirking. Between his sister’s legs was the tiniest of black triangles, lacy and see-through, and held on with the thinnest of strings that arced gracefully up around her hips.
“Why you little slut,” David said, walking a full circle around his sister, his eyes glued to the tiny panties. “That’s such a sexy thing to be wearing; only sluts wear things like that.” He put his face close to hers. “Is that what you are? A slut?”
He sneered victoriously, and strolled over to her bed and sat down. “I want you to dance for me. Show me just how slutty you are.”
Kate immediately complied. She began swaying, slowly, raising her arms up above her head and twisting in a slow circle.
Despite himself, David found himself staring. He’d never seen anyone dance like this before. The way her hips swayed and rolled was highly suggestive, and it wasn’t long before David felt his cock stirring to life. What the fuck? he thought. I’ve got a hard-on for my sister?
He watched for a few more moments, feeling like the temperature in the room had raised a few degrees. “Lose the bra,” he said. Kate reached up and instantly unfastened it, and simply let it drop to the floor, and kept dancing. “Good,” he said, his voice a little raspy. “Now the panties.” She slid them down, working them back and forth a couple times, and then they, too, dropped to the floor.
David’s cock strained against his pajama pants. “Stop dancing,” he gasped, and stood up.
Kate was… definitely her mother’s daughter. She’d hid it well behind a wall of angry moods and insults, and it burned David’s brain just to think it, but his sister was actually kind of hot. Her hair was long and brown, and her skin was slightly bronzed. Her breasts were big, round things and bore dark red nipples. Her waist curved inward, only to expand sharply with wide, rolling hips and then taper back into smooth, long legs.
His gaze traveled up to the top of her thighs – there was no hair there. His sister was shaved completely bald; her bare slit peeked out at him.
David stood, and walked over to her. “Stand still,” he commanded. He reached out with one hand, and placed it hesitantly on her stomach. When she didn’t flinch or even so much as blink, he slowly drifted his hand up. With one finger, he traced the curve of her breast, made little circles around her nipple.
With the other hand, with his middle two fingers, he lightly grazed her lower abdomen, descended boldly southward and felt her slightly puffy pussy lips gently resist his touch.
David swallowed, and looked his sister straight in the eye. “You’re horny,” he said. “I want you to feel more aroused than you ever have in your life.”
The reaction was instant. Kate immediately sucked in a breath with a gasping moan, and David watched – literally watched – her nipples go from flat to pointing straight out in about a second. Under his fingers, he felt her pussy lips begin to part, ever so slightly.
David stepped back, looking at her, suddenly remembering what he was doing. This was Kate, for God’s sake! She’d treated him like garbage for almost as long as he could remember! He wanted to humiliate her, not turn her on!
But turned on she was – and for that matter, so was he. He was having the nastiest, dirtiest thoughts about his sister; it was hard not to, seeing her like this.
David grinned. Ah. Of course. There it was. The ultimate humiliation.
“Okay, Kate,” he said, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to take off my clothes. And it’s going to turn you on even more. And you’re going to follow my every command, you understand?”
“Yes,” said Kate, and then her hands were on him, stripping off his shirt, urgently pulling apart the drawstring knot on his pants and yanking them down around his ankles. She fairly ripped off his boxers, and by the time she did, she was gasping. His thick cock was rock hard, standing up tall and proud away from his body.
“Take my dick in your hand,” said David, and he shivered with guilty pleasure as she did. “Stroke it.” He closed his eyes and sighed. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. Besides, she deserved it.
David stopped her, then went back over to the bed and sat down. “Come over here,” he beckoned. “Get on your knees.” He reached out and took a fistful of her hair at the top of her head.
“Now suck it,” he ordered. “Give me the best goddamn blowjob in the world.”
Kate leapt to it, immediately taking his dick into her mouth and swallowing it. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft, her lips kissed and suckled. Two fingers of one hand wrapped around the base, pumping up and down in time with her bobbing head, the other hand grabbed hold of his scrotum and massaged, gently, his balls.
“Ohh, fuck!” David cried out. “Oh, yeah, that’s good, you little slut. Harder. Yeah, that’s right, give it to me harder.”
“What’s going on in- Oh God!”
David’s eyes snapped up – there in the doorway stood Melissa, her eyes wide in shock and curiosity. “What’re you guys doing?”
David groped for words, but then, he remembered the watch. Hell, he’d gone this far. He might as well just go with it, and if she raised a fuss, he could just command her to forget she ever saw it!
“Nothing,” he answered, not bothering to stop Kate, acting as if this were perfectly natural behavior. “Kate’s just being a little nicer to me today, is all.”
Melissa looked doubtful. “Why are you naked? Are you guys having…” her voice dropped, “…sex?”
He groaned at Kate’s ministrations, and finally had to say, “Okay, Kate, stop. Yes, Melissa,” he said, trying to control his breathing, “we’re having sex. Oral sex, to be precise.” He ran the back of his hand down Kate’s cheek. “I convinced Kate that she was being a real bitch to me, and she decided to make it up to me. Isn’t that right, Kate?”
“They told us about it a little in school,” said Melissa, “but I’ve never seen it. I…” She suddenly seemed to remember what she was doing. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! I’ll go, I just-”
“Melissa, stop,” David said, and his little sister halted in her tracks. “I can tell you want to… learn a thing or two. We’ll let you watch, if you want. In fact… I think Kate might want to make some things up to you, too. Don’t you, Kate?” He shrugged at Melissa, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, if you want to, you don’t have to…”
“Oh! Uh… that’s okay, um…” She started to back away again.
David hated himself a little for this, but he wasn’t done with Kate, and he felt Melissa should get a little something for all the years Kate had treated her like garbage, too. “Melissa, stop,” he commanded. “Tell the truth. You want to join in, don’t you?”
Melissa swallowed. “Yes,” she said.
“The thought of having sex with your big brother and sister makes you horny, doesn’t it?”
Melissa just nodded.
Well, there it was; he’d told her to be honest. The thought of totally controlling his little sister’s mind didn’t sit so well with David, but at least he could control it enough to make her tell him the truth – at least, he thought that’s what he was doing. If she’d said she hadn’t wanted to join in, he would have told her to go back to her room and forget all about it.
But now, David’s mind was filling with more perverted thoughts. Kate was really going to get it.
“Well, you can’t join in unless you’re naked,” said David cheerfully. “Why don’t you drop your clothes and come on over here?”
“O-okay,” Melissa said.
She unbuckled her overalls and let them fall to the floor, and then stuck her arms back through the sleeves of her shirt, and lifted it over her head. She stood there in plain pink cotton panties for a moment, hesitating.
“Kate,” said David, “our little sis is nervous; tell her how much fun it is to have sex with your brother.”
“It’s great, Melissa,” Kate said in a sultry voice. “Don’t be shy. I promise you’ll like it.”
Melissa nodded, took her panties off, and approached wearing nothing but her glasses. David let his eyes flick up and down her body – it was rail-thin, hardly curvy at all. Her breasts were only barely-developed buds and her legs still hadn’t totally lost all her baby fat, but there was just a little fine fuzz of hair between them. She came over and knelt on the bed next to her brother.
David took his still-stiff cock in one hand and showed it to his little sister. “Ever seen one of these before?”
She shook her head. “Only in our science book.”
“Then you know it goes inside a girl’s pussy.”
She frowned. “You mean a girl’s vagina?”
“There are lots of names for it,” he conceded. “Anyway, that’s what regular sex is, when a boy puts his penis inside a vagina, but there are lots of other things people do to have fun.”
“Like what Kate was doing before?”
“Exactly. She was sucking my cock; giving me oral sex. And it doesn’t even have to be a boy and a girl; two girls can do things to each other, or two guys, or more. Like right now, we’re going to have a real good time, all three of us.”
“It’ll feel really good,” Kate chimed in. “It’ll feel so good, and then your whole body will explode with pleasure; it’s called an orgasm.”
“Or ‘coming,’” David supplied.
Melissa smiled and looked excited. “Okay, so what do we do?”
“How about… you sit like I was, with your legs open. Yes, just like that. Now Kate, why don’t you show Melissa what it feels like to have her pussy eaten out?”
Kate wasted no time. She leaned forward, kissing her younger sister up and down her legs, and all in between, and gently parted the tiny lips apart with her fingers. Then, she began probing inside with her tongue.
“Ooooh, wow,” Melissa moaned. “That feels really good, Kate.”
“You see?” David asked.
“Mmm-hmm!” Melissa’s eyes slid closed, and she bit her lip. “But – oh! – but what about you, David?” she asked. “Do you want me to… suck your cock?”
The thought of her young, inexperienced mouth around his cock made it twitch in anticipation, but David said, “No; you just have fun with what your sister’s doing. I’ve got something else in mind.”
“Okay,” she gasped, and turned all her attention elsewhere.
David stood up, and walked around behind his older sister. “Stand up, Kate, but keep doing what you’re doing to Melissa.” When she’d gathered her legs underneath her, Kate’s nice, round ass stuck straight out towards him. David gave it a good smack. “Good. Now spread ‘em.” Kate shifted her feet obediently; there was her pussy, wet and open and practically begging for him.
David placed the tip of his cock at the entrance, grabbed hold of Kate’s waist, and shoved it in. She gave a sharp cry, muffled by her younger sister’s legs wrapped around her head. David began thrusting his hips forward, hard and fast. The slick wetness of Kate’s pussy was hot and tight around his cock and it felt good. He kept shoving it in, deeper and deeper.
“You like it when I’m inside you?” he demanded. “You like me fucking you, you bitch? You like having your face full of pussy? That’s right, eat your sister’s pussy. Make her come, make her feel good after making her feel so bad.”
Melissa, looking a little confused but willing to play along, said, “Yeah, make me come.”
“That’s right!” David cried. “You tell her!”
Before long, David felt his balls tighten; he fucked his sister faster and faster and faster until, all at once, he shot his load into her.
“Oooooh, fuck yeah,” he said, jerking in spasms as the last of the orgasm drifted away.
“Was that it?” Melissa asked, one eye open. “Did you… ‘come’?”
“That’s right,” David said. “And now…” He hesitated, but, he thought again, he’d gone this far. Thinking about the watch, he said, “Now, I want you to come.”
“Okay, but I doooooooooOOOH God! Oh, Kate, that’s good, keep doing that. Oh God. Aaa. Aaa! Aaaa! Kate… Oh Goooood…!”
David watched his little sister’s whole body violently shake and shiver, and collapse onto the bed. She huffed and gasped for air for a few minutes, and David sank down onto the floor. “Oh, wow,” Melissa finally said, grinning.
“We told you,” said David. “Wasn’t that fun, Kate? Tell me what you thought.”
Kate turned her head with a smile. “That was a lot of fun,” she said. “We’ll all have to be this ‘nice’ to each other more often.”
“Oh yeah?” said David. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, I’ll bet Melissa wants to know what her big brother’s big cock feels like inside her.”
Melissa sat up straighter, eyes wide with excitement. “Yes, please!”
The organ in question, which had only gone partially limp, rose right back up at this. David winked at his little sister.
“And I still want to come,” Kate said. “Will you help me, David?”
David grinned. “Well, sure.”
The girls made David lay on his back on the bed. Kate was helping ease David’s dick into Melissa’s pussy when they suddenly heard, “What on Earth is going on in here!”
The siblings whipped around to see their parents in the open doorway. Dad had his hands on his hips, scowling. Mom looked like she might be sick. Oh, FUCK, David thought. We’re in such deep shit. Why did I think this would be a good idea anyway? I-
David let his gaze fall to his wrist, to the watch. “This isn’t that big a deal,” David said to them. “Weird, maybe, but we’re just kids being kids.”
The look on their parents’ faces abruptly changed. Now, Dad merely looked speculative, and Mom actually seemed to be taking the scene in with something approaching approval. She smiled, winked at them, and left. Dad looked like he didn’t know what to do for a moment, then sighed, simply said, “Well, just don’t hurt ‘em, son; you and I are kinda big in that area,” while nodding in David’s direction, and shut the door.
Kate turned back, one hand on her chest, and laughed in released anxiety. “I thought we were in such deep shit!” she said.
“Nah,” said David dismissively, and kept his eyes on the watch. “They can be more openminded sometimes than you think. Now c’mon,” he said, lightly slapping Melissa’s leg, “this big thing ain’t gonna ride itself!”
His sisters grinned and dove in.
The next morning, the watch was gone.
David looked everywhere for it, but it and its case had vanished. He stayed in his room for a long time, fearing that everything was now back to normal. But when he finally did come out, everything seemed… just fine. His sisters treated him with playful affection, and his parents didn’t act like anything was wrong. Between the two, David found his life at home to not be that bad after all. The entire family, it seemed, was a little closer.
Things went on like this for more than a week. David clearly remembered having sex with each of his sisters – several times – that day, but he couldn’t quite work up the courage to ask them about it. Do you remember having my dick in your mouth while I licked your pussy? he wanted to ask Melissa. Do you remember me coming all over your tits? he wanted to ask Kate. What the hell was he going to say if they didn’t remember?
For more than a week… nothing happened.
On the following Sunday night, David lay on his bed, shirtless in his pajama pants, reading, when someone knocked on his door. He curled a finger into the book to mark his place and said, “Come in.”
It was his Mom, and she was in her silk robe. David sat up a little straighter.
“Hey, David,” his mom said. “You busy?”
“Not really. What’s up?”
She came and sat down on his bed. “You don’t have school tomorrow, right?”
David shook his head. “No, it’s a teacher inservice day. Why?”
His mom rubbed her palms over her legs and her cheeks colored a little. “Well, you know your dad’s away on business, right?”
“Yeah, you said he’d be gone for a couple of days.”
“Well, I was kinda hoping that you’d come and… keep me company.”
There had been a significant pause before the last three words. David felt his heart racing. “Keep you company? W-w-wha-what do you mean?”
His mom leaned forward and planted a kiss on his collarbone. “Your dad said you two had a talk about it,” she said. “Something about… sharing?” Listen to what he says, Mom, you’ll love it!
The words came flying back to him in a rush. He’d said that! To her! And he’d been wearing the watch! It hadn’t been just a sarcastic remark to her – she’d taken it as a command!
“Uhh, you, uh, you’re sure?” David stammered. The way she was leaning over, he had a perfect view straight down her cleavage, and his eyes were drawn there like magnets.
“Mmm-hmmmmmm…” his mom hummed against his chest, smiling a little and kissing it some more.
“Oh, I…” He swallowed. “I don’t know…”
“Oh?” She sat up, still smiling that little smile. “Then maybe this will change your mind.”
She stood, pulled the loosely-knotted belt holding the robe closed apart, and shrugged it open, catching the falling material on her arms.
She was completely and totally naked underneath.
David gaped in awe at his own mother’s smoking hot body, all curves and cream-colored skin. Her breasts, big, heavy-looking things, had succumbed just a little to gravity but still stood out proudly from her chest, and there was a thick, wild mass of hair below her navel. Then she pulled the robe closed again – when she did, David could clearly see the shape of her thick, swollen nipples straining against the silk.
“Mmm, looks like something knows a little better than you do,” she said as her gaze wandered down. David looked down and saw the inflating shape of his penis bulging up from under his pants. She leaned down and gave his forehead a kiss, as she had done a thousand times before, except this time, she gave a little tug to the waistband of his pants and said, “Why don’t you go to my room, get in bed, and lose these. You won’t be needing them tonight.”
David blinked up at her. “You’re serious?”
She licked her lips. “Of course. Will it seal the deal if we invite your sisters along?”
David rolled out of bed and onto his feet. “You’re all right with that?”
His mom bit her lower lip. “I’ve never had sex with more than one person at a time before, or with a female, and frankly, from what I saw, you and the girls could use some pointers.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Should be an educational night for all of us.” She swiftly popped his butt with an open hand. “Now get in there.”
David, his head spinning, turned left outside his door while his mother went right. He entered his parent’s open bedroom, sat on the bed, and, after a moment’s hesitation, stripped off his pants and boxers. His cock lay in his lap, partially limp in nervousness.
He heard voices come from down the hallway, wordless chatter, back and forth. An argument broke out, and he was able to make out words as they got closer.
“I want his cock in me first!” said one.
“I called it!” said another.
The three women came into the room – Kate, already naked to the waist, faced off against Melissa, in panties and struggling to get out of her shirt, with their mother a step behind.
“All right, all right,” their mom was saying, “calm down. Now, I think it’s only fair that the first person to have David inside them is the only one of the three of us who so far hasn’t, so step aside.” She parted her daughters and stepped past them, and smoothly slipped out of her robe and let the silk pool onto the floor. David’s dick slowly rose up at the look she gave it.
And then his sisters tackled him. Kate, on his right, wrapped her arms around his and pressed her naked body against him hungrily. “You ready, not-so-little brother?” she asked, licking his ear. Melissa, on his left, placed his hand on the side of her ass. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” she said.
David looked back and forth at them in wonder, and then at his mother, who was climbing on to the bed, one leg on either side of him.
“Okay, girls,” Mom said, “watch and learn.” She reached down and grabbed her son’s thick cock. Winking at him, she added, "You pay attention, too.
"Now - everyone do as I say; it's going to be a long night."
And it was.