Latent Desires - Chapter 2
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Hetero, Drug, Incest, Reluctant
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
The next day I did my chores in record time and then went out. I had shopping to do. It was going to be a very special night -- candlelight dinner, wine, and the biggest surprise of Ron's life, not necessarily in that order.
When I returned home I placed the fresh daffodils in the center of the dining room table, between the two silver candlesticks holding long, blue candles. The yellow flower brightened the room. And then I ran upstairs, throwing my packages on the bed and then placing half a dozen red roses in each vase on the end tables on either side of our king-size bed.
Checking my watch I realized I didn't have time to waste. For half an hour I soaked in a tub of warm water with headphones on, humming to the tunes and blowing soapy bubbles as they accumulated around my chin. After the bath I did my hair and make-up, and then opened the packages from the shopping excursion. I blushed thinking back at the looks the salesgirls had given me.
And then it was time. Janice told me the potion took 10 to 15 minutes to take affect. She again warned me that there was no turning back. I would have to have sex, no matter what. So regardless how Ron looked or whatever he said, it would not deter me. Once ingested, my fate was sealed.
Fidgeting, checking on the defrosted steaks yet one more time, straightening the candles again, I kept glancing at the clock. For me, to be dressed like I was in the bedroom would be embarrassing, but to be downstairs in the more public parts of the house almost caused me several times to run upstairs and change.
"Where is he?" I muttered again and again, tapping my toe while sitting, or wringing my hands when pacing.
I kept finding myself back in the kitchen, staring at the little bottle on the counter next to the canister containing flour. What will it feel like? I kept thinking. What if it doesn't work? Janice said it always works, but what if it doesn't on me? Will I be able to go through with this without the potion?
My head tilted, ears straining. It was a car. Not in the street driving by, but pulling into my driveway. "Ron's home," I said out loud as if to make sure I knew. I quickly spun and reached for the bottle. My hand collided with it, sending it rolling across the granite countertop. I lunged and slapped the hard surface where the bottle had been. "Oh no, don't fall!" I screamed. It kept rolling ... it reached the very end of the countertop. My heart pounded inside my chest.
"Whew!" The sigh erupted when the bottle miraculously stopped. My head shot up; the car door had slammed. "Oh no, I better hurry," I gasped. My sweaty fingers slipped as I frantically tried to unscrew the cap, but after wiping them on my thigh I opened the bottle and poured the contents into a tablespoon. My mouth opened wide, exaggeratingly so, and then my lips closed around the metal. The spoon withdrew and I swallowed in one loud gulp.
Mmm, not bad, I thought, relaxing my scrunched up medicine-face and smacking my lips. But then I got nervous and wondered if it would work on me. Quickly, I filled another tablespoon and downed the second dose. I just had time to seal the bottle and hide it when the front door slammed shut.
I had planned to be standing in the foyer when Ron opened the door, but things don't always go as planned. I shuffled on the new five inch high heels, ones higher than I had ever worn before. But when I got to the front foyer I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't believe my eyes. And then I heard him speak.
"What's going on?" The thump of the duffle bag dropping onto the wooden floor caused me to flinch.
"What are you doing here?!" I shouted.
"We had a fire in the dorm so they cancelled classes for a week and told us to find other living quarters. So I came home." Mike's eyes were rapidly moving to the floor and back to me. "I tried calling several times but you never answered so I just hopped in my car and ... Mom, why are you dressed like that?"
We were no longer making eye contact. I followed Mike's stare and glanced down my body to the shimmering tassels dangling from my nipples. I screamed. Quickly yanking them off, my hands covered my naked tits. The outfit was supposed to entice my husband, not be seen by my son. My mind cleared only marginally, but it reminded me that the bright red thongs were so skimpy that even after trimming my bush some hairs stuck out the sides. And the black fishnets held up by a red garter belt made them look even more slutty. My hands went everywhere at once. I must have looked like an octopus falling from a tree.
I shrieked. My right forearm swung across my breasts and my left hand cupped my crotch. I spun around, running on the high heels like a giraffe on ice. The result was inevitable. I crashed to the floor, arms and legs flaying in all directions. Looking over my shoulder I saw my butt with the red material wedged inside the crack. I screamed again, scrambling to my knees, knowing the movement thrust my naked ass at my son. Then I scampered to my feet and, with both hands behind me trying to shield my ass, I walked as quickly as I could to the safety of my room.
Plopping onto my bed I covered my face in my hands. "Oh my god," I cried out over and over again.
The phone ringing jolted me, and in my haste I dropped it once before placing it to my ear.
"Honey, it's Ron. You sound out of brea--"
"Ron? Where are you?!"
"I'm at the office. Our meeting from yesterday ran over. You were sleeping when I got home and when I left this morning. I was going to call you but this is the first chance I got. Sorry for the short notice, but we're going to close the deal tonight. It will be an all-nighter. I'll be staying in the city."
"Oh no! Not tonight!"
"Sorry, but I must. I don't have a choice. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I left Jack Taylor's shirt on the chair in our bedroom. He got drunk and fell on one of the waitresses. It was hysterical to see him clinging to her body as they tumbled to the floor. They were entangled with Jack on top and the poor waitress trying to push him off. Later we saw the lipstick on his collar and teased him so much he was afraid to wear it home. So I took his shirt with me. You can't miss it. It's white like my shirts but a smaller size. Anyway, keep it aside. I told him I'd have it dry cleaned. No need getting him in trouble with the missus. Right? Not all wives are as trusting as mine. Anyway, I gotta run. I only had a minute. Sorry again but this is a big contract and we'll celebrate this weekend. Love ya. Gotta go. Bye."
I stared at the silent phone, mouth gaping. Jumping from the bed, I fell on my face and scrambled to a sitting position glaring at the high heels as I rubbed the carpet burn on my elbow. After ripping the shoes from my feet, I scurried to the dresser, dug through my underwear, and pulled out the plastic bag. My fingers slipped off the locking device and I dropped it once, but finally managed to open it and quickly removed the shirt. Looking inside the collar at the label, I dropped the shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. Sure enough, it was not my husband's.
"Ron! Oh god, what have I done?" I said, my face in my hands, my head shaking slowly side to side.
I concentrated on how I felt. I was trembling, but that's not what I was thinking about. I had taken two tablespoons of the potion -- two! An amount that Janice said, "There's no turning back. You will have to have sex." But Ron wasn't coming home.
Think! My mind was ready to explode. There's a way out of this. It probably won't work anyway, but if it does so what? I'm a strong person. I can control my body. I'll just stay in here until it wears off. Shit! I never asked Janice how long it lasts! Shit! Shit! Shit!
"Mom, you okay?"
My head shot up. "Um, yeah, fine. I'm okay."
"Can I come in? There's something wrong."
"Mike, I'm fine. Nothing is--"
The door swung open and my son's tall broad-shouldered figure stood in the doorway looking like he was about to cry. My heart went out to him. He was hurting and it was my fault. And I missed him. I hadn't seen him for months. All I wanted to do was hug him. I leaned forward putting weight on my foot when I saw the fishnet stocking. My eyes opened wide and I grabbed the bed cover, yanking it across my scandalously attired body. One hand clutched it to my side and the other to my chin.
"Mom, what's going on? Please tell me."
Panicking, I glanced at the clock radio. A quick calculation caused me to sweat. I focused on my body. Was there a change? Any sign? The hand holding the cover to my side snaked underneath onto my breast. While staring at my son it felt like a jolt of electricity.
Oh no, it's taking effect. The potion is working. I almost blurted it out, but kept my thoughts hidden within my distraught mind. "Mike, please, I need to be alone. Please."
"Okay, but if you need me I'll be in my room."
Now alone, I thought, Thank god! Okay, I can do this. I can fight it, and if I can't, I'll handle it myself. I've done that before. My body needs sex but it can be my own hands. But what about Mike? What's he thinking?
My thoughts kept returning to Mike. I hadn't seen my son in months and I missed him so. And now that he was home, I was quarantined to my bedroom. "Damn that potion! Damn Janice!" I muttered, and then clamped my hand over my mouth with my eyes darting to the door fearing Mike would hear and come investigate. I wanted to be with him, to talk to him, to hold him, but I was in no condition for that.
Standing up to change, my reflection in the mirror caught my eye. It was not the same woman I had seen the day I found the suspicious white shirt. This was a sexy woman. My lips pressed together and my eyes narrowed. Mike saw me dressed like this. What must he be thinking? Hmm, I wonder if he thought I was sexy. Stop thinking that! It's the potion causing me to... But I am sexy and he's at that age when his hormones are working overtime and... Stop it! What are you thinking?
I slapped my thigh in anger and wrenched the red thongs off, flinging them onto the bed. Bending over, my fingers toyed with the garter clip holding my right stocking up. Without lifting my head, my eyes glanced once again at my reflection. The garter belt and fishnets looked sexy. Looking back at that moment it now seems inconceivable, but I left them on.
I began pacing, wiping my sweaty hands on my thighs. Rubbing my palms together, I muttered, "I can do this, I can." My hand went between my legs, a finger partially disappearing to check for signs of arousal. I didn't feel moist but the penetration sent a tingle throughout my body that caused me to rub my pussy. Oh god that feels good! The damn potion is working. It's really working. Damn, why now?
Stumbling backwards, my legs slammed into the bed and I plopped down. The sudden jolt caused my finger to sink in all the way. I moaned and cupped my pussy, squeezing it with my finger inside, my clamped thighs holding it there. My legs automatically parted, providing the freedom for my finger to slide in and out. My other hand, flat on the mattress, supported my weight, and my head tilted back, eyes closed.
What if Mike could see me now? my befuddled mind asked. My hips humped at the thought. How active is his sex life? When I was in college Ron and I fucked like bunnies. He's so good-looking that I bet he fucks a different girl every night. My finger increased speed and my moaning got louder. Did he get hard seeing me dressed like...? Stop it, damn-it! Stop thinking about Mike.
But I couldn't. Images of my son kept flashing in my mind -- while my finger fucked my pussy. He was so handsome, like his father 20 years earlier when I had fallen in love with him. Mike looked like a young Ron. But better, I thought. He's taller ... is his cock bigger too?
My finger was a blur, the squishy sounds competing with my moans. His cock must be bigger. After all, he's bigger all over. Could he be masturbating right now? Sitting on his bed like I am and fisting his hard cock. His big ... hard ... cock.
My sigh was loud and long, my finger pausing while my hand clutched my pussy, putting pressure on my clit. I wanna see it, my mind screamed. Falling onto my back, my legs flew into the air and then came down with my heels digging into the mattress. The finger buried inside my pussy moved again while my other hand joined it between my legs, rubbing my clit in small circles. My knees came together and parted, again and again, like a cat trying to catch a toy dangling from a string that kept being jerked away. And then they snapped shut with a slap, trapping my busy hands as my ass rose from the bed, my heels sinking into the mattress. "Cum with me," I said through clenched teeth as my body exploded in the most powerful climax I had in years.
With spread legs hanging limply over the side of the bed and toes brushing the floor, my chest rose and fell with each deep breath. It took all my remaining strength to swing my legs onto the bed and roll to the middle. Turning onto my side and bringing my knees to my chest, I wrapped my arms around my legs and gently rocked. I wondered if my ordeal was over. The potion had aroused me, but now that I had climaxed -- boy did I ever! -- was it over?
I sheepishly giggled thinking about the great sex Ron had missed. But then my face hardened. It wasn't Ron I had been thinking about -- it had been Mike. I had the best orgasm of my life with images of my son filling my thoughts. "You're sick, girl," I told myself.
But now that Mike was in my thoughts those images returned. What did he think when he saw me dressed like a whore? Did he get hard? Did he masturbate while I did? Rolling onto my back, my legs spread as my hand found my pussy. "No!" I said aloud, yanking my hand away. "Enough is enough. I can't masturbate all night. I'll go crazy. I need to be with someone. I can control these urges. I can fight the potion, but not alone. If I'm with Mike I won't be able to masturbate."
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