From demon@ih2000.net Mon Aug 11 18:20:26 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!ais.net!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.alt.net!qz!not-for-mail From: demon@ih2000.net (Ron Nichols) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: The Pendant chapter 1 (mF magic cons inc) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 11 Aug 1997 22:20:26 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 241 Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Message-ID: <2865eli$9708111817@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2865.txt> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <33edbb16.38848623@mail.ih2000.net> Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:2494 alt.sex.stories:248691 The Pendant by SupMario Chapter One I walked along the shore of the beach, aimlessly kicking at a beer can someone had dropped there and wondered at how easily my life had been turned upside down in the past 3 years. First my father dying in a car accident, and then my mother marrying that creep Mike. I still think Mom married him out of fear of rejecting him than any feelings she might have felt for him. Mike was an ex-jock, having retired some years earlier from playing professional football, and was used to getting what he wanted. And he had wanted Mom alright. They had met at some party and he had apparently gotten her stinking drunk and screwed her brains out. Not that I blaimed him, Mom was really pretty and still beautiful at 34. She had short shoulder length blonde hair and an amazing figure. Mike had all but claimed her as his own after only a few dates and he had proposed to her soon after, marrying her in a small ceremony out of town. The one thing that didn't fit in his plans was me. He didn't like the idea of raising someone else's kid and had already made steps to starting a family, as Mom was now pregnant. The two of us just didn't get along, but I tried to be civil with him for Mom's sake. All had been going okay for a while, Mom got further along while I concentrated on my schoolwork. Another reason Mike and I disliked each other was the fact that I was your typical over-achieving brainiac like Dad and he was a jock. He had even tried to badger me into trying out for football of all things! Sheesh. Then there was his drinking. To say he drank a lot was an understatement. His favorite drink was straight whiskey and he tons of the stuff at our house. But the worst part of all this is I had caught him beating on my Mom. He would get drunk and beat the crap out of her if she so much as looked at him wrong. I had tried to help Mom once or twice and he had turned his attentions on me and beat me silly. After that, I was too scared to stop him and went upstairs to my room whenever he got that drunk. I longed for some way of stopping him, but he was four times as big as me and strong as an ox. So here I was, walking along the beach, kicking at empty beer cans while even now he was at home beating on my pregnant mother. I hated him with every fiber of my being and I wished there was ... I glanced down at the sandy beach below my feet and looked at the shiny metal object I'd just stepped on. It was a small silver necklace with some sort of green gem hanging from it. It looked expensive and I wondered why someone would leave something like that lying around. There wasn't anyone else on the beach with me so I thought 'what the heck, finders keepers' and picked it up, slipping it into my pocket and heading back to my bike, wanting to examine it in my 'lab' at home. I had fixed up our attic as a sort of 'lab' where I could perform the various experiments and private things that teenagers like to do with a certain degree of privacy. The attic door had a lock on the inside and I could lock myself away up there and be alone for extended periods if I wanted. Luckily, it was air conditioned, or I wouldn't be spending so much time up there. When I got back home, Mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen and had a black eye! I went up to her and quietly asked her if she was okay and she nodded her head yes and went back to cooking. I knew she didn't like admitting to me how much pain he caused her, and was too afriad of him to deny him anything. It was then that I realized that she didn't love him at all, she feared and hated him and much as I did. She didn't tell me this of course, but that silent pleading she gave me before turning back to her cooking told me all I needed to know. I was going to kill the son of a bitch. I kissed her on the cheeck and told her I loved her and went up to the attic, eager to look at the strange necklace I had found. I went up the steps two at a time and locked the door behind me. I walked over to the corner and sat on the old couch while digging the item out of my back pocket. It was a thin silver necklace with a small round emerald hanging from it. The green gem seemed to glow slightly and was icy cold to the touch. Intrigued, I put it around my neck and slipped it under my shirt, suddenly feeling somehow that it was meant to be there, for some odd reason. I messed around a little while and went back downstairs to dinner when Mom called me. I sat down at the dinner table and was glad to see that Mike had sobered up and was acting more civil then usual, which probably meant he was feeling guilty for beating on Mom. Serves you right, creep, I thought to myself while eating. There was a strained silence at the table while we ate, and I left the table after thanking Mom for the meal and went back upstairs to take care of my homework. After an hour or so I had things taken care of and proceeded downstairs to watch some television. As soon as I left the attic I could tell that something was wrong. Something in the air, I don't know, but then I heard the scream, my mother's scream. I ran into their bedroom and there he was, bottle of whiskey in one hand and his leather belt in other hand, whipping her helpless form screaming on their bed. She was naked and her bulging stoumach showed her pregnancy clearly. He had created a new life in her and now he was beating her?!? I was filled with rage and hate for this evil man and threw myself at him. He didn't hear me coming and I knocked him to the ground and wrestled the belt away from him, but he quickly overpowered me and had me pinned to the floor. "Stupid brat, this doesn't concern you!" He grimaced down at me, obviously trying to frighten me. Not this time. "DROP DEAD!!" I put all of my hate for the man into the statement and much to my amazement, just as he was getting up off of me, right as I said it, he fell back on the floor unconcious. Surprised and nervous, I went over to him and felt for a pulse. I had taken a first aid class the year before and now put it to use, feeling for signs of life. The guy was dead! He really HAD 'dropped dead' as I... but no, surely it was just a coincidence. People don't just die on request. That was silly. About this time Mom came to her senses and told me to call 911. I did and soon the ambulance spirited usa away to the hospital where Mike Fontuna was pronounced dead on arrival. The official cause was a massive heart attack. Mom was pretty borken up about it but as soon as the doctor came over to tell us the news he took one look at Mom and made her let him examined her. She had a slight concussion and her eye was swollen shut. After the police talked to us and the doctors got through with Mom we finally got back home and we sat down on the couch and Mom finally broke down and cried out three years of pain and loss. I held her in my arms as she cried herself out and we both wound up falling asleep there in each other's arms there on the couch. The next morning I woke up before Mom did and just sat there as she lay in my arms, sleeping peacefully, looking angelic. I stroked her silky blonde hair and hugged her as she awoke. She smiled dreamily at me and I grinned back at her. "Good Morning, Mom. How are you feeling?" Her eye was looking better, I noticed. "Mmm, better honey. Thanks for stinking up for me last night, you were very brave." Mom got up and went to her bathroom to take a shower and I went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast. It was ready by the time she was clean and dressed and the happy look she gave me when I called her in to eat was well worth the little trouble it had taken to fix the meal for her. Making her happy was very important to me. After the hell she had been through in the last few years, she deserved some peace and happiness for a change, and I wasn't going to let anyone else hurt her ever again either. Not ever, I silently vowed. Mike's sister Mary, a surprisingly nice lady, came over and she went over the funeral arrangements with Mom. Mary was thankfully willing to take on most of the details and left my Mom and me some space. Next on our list was the police who came and made a report and talked to both of us seperately and then together, getting the facts straight. After the police left, Mike's lawyer came over and went over the sizeable life insurance policy which we were about to recieve. It was a lot of money! Well, the bastard had done something right at least. Mom and I would live very comfortably with that kind of money. After that, an almost endless stream of family members, both on our side and Mike's side stopped by to console us, but finally that evening the visits stopped coming and Mom and I were left to our own devices. Both exhausted, we called out for pizza and curled up on the couch together and watched a movie while we cuddled and just enjoyed being together. "Tony honey, I'm so glad you're here to comfort me. I need someone to hold me right now and I'm so glad I have you to help me get through this mess." She hugged me and kissed me lightly on the lips, perhaps intending the kiss to be an innocent, motherly kiss, but as soon as her soft lips touched mine, some spark swept through us and we were suddenly kissing each other hungrily, passionately. Her lips parted and my tongue went inside her inviting mouth and danced feverishly with her tongue as we french kissed lovingly. As we kissed, our clothes were ripped from our feverish bodies and we were fondling each other, feeling all over each other's bodies. I kneeded and pinched her hardening nipples as she stroked my hard cock to attention. Without a word being said, she climbed up further into my lap and impaled herself on my rock hard shaft. We both let out a soft sigh as our bodies were joined intimately, as I returned to the womb that I came out of. I had never thought of my mother in a sexual way before, but with one simple act, we were suddenly lovers. And I realized that I was completely, hopelessly in love with this wonderful, beautiful woman. She bagan rutting up and down on top of me, setting a rythem as we slowly made love to each other. I marvelled at her slightly swollen belly, the only evidence of her pregnancy, and looked up into her eyes which were closed and a beautiful expression of joy was on her face. Soon she was bucking wildly atop me and screaming out her exstacy, as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Her tightly clasping vagina milking my cock for all it was worth, finally sending me over the edge as jet after jet of my love juices gushed into her greedy pussy. She settled down beside me and put her head down on my shoulder and purred. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, honey." We fell asleep in each other's arms again and slept peacefully until I woke up hearing cries and whimpers and found Mom having a bad dream. I shook her gently until she awoke with a start. "You were having a bad dream, Mom. C'mon, lets go up and get in bed, it'll be alot more comfortable than the couch." I took her hand and led her up to my bedroom and we laid down together in my large double-sized waterbed and we cuddled together, falling asleep in each other's arms. ************************************ Comments, flames, suggestions, story requests, and other neato stuff should be directed at demon@ih2000.net ************************************ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> / From demon@ih2000.net Mon Aug 11 18:20:36 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.alt.net!qz!not-for-mail From: demon@ih2000.net (Ron Nichols) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: The Pendant Chapter 2 (mF mf magic inc cons oral) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 11 Aug 1997 22:20:36 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 253 Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Message-ID: <2866eli$9708111817@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2866.txt> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <33eebc48.39155097@mail.ih2000.net> Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:2490 alt.sex.stories:248687 The Pendant by SupMario Chapter Two In the morning, Mom made us breakfast and then, while we were eating, she began discussing things with me. "Tony, we need to talk about our relationship. It isn't normal for a mother and her son to be having these kinds of feelings for one another. There are going to be some serious consequences if we're caught. If anyone found out that you and I were having this kind of relationship, they'd take you away from me." I hadn't thought about any of this, apparently Mom had though. "No one will find out if we're careful, Mom. I don't think I can go back to the way we were before all this started. I love you, Mom. I want to help you raise your baby and maybe..." It was still kind of embarrassing thinking about getting my mother pregnant, even though we'd had sex several times now. I must have blushed a deep red because Mom looked over at me and smiled sweetly at me and sighed. "Honey, are you saying you want me to have your babies?" She beamed a warm smile at me and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Um, yeah I guess I am." I smiled warmly in return and reached over and kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you." It was all I could say, all, it turns out, I needed to say. She got up and walked over around the table and sat in my lap. "Well that leads me to another question that needs to be raised. How would you feel about us moving somewhere else? This house has too many bad memories for me, baby. Can you understand that?" Oh yes, I understand that one all right. "Yeah, Mom. Same goes for me. Where would we go?" She squirmed in my lap for a second and thought about it. "We can decide that later. It seems you have a hard problem that needs taking care of." She smiled wickedly as she got up, pulled up her nightgown and pulled my shorts down around my ankles, and sat back down in my lap, impaling herself on my hard cock in the process. "There, isn't that better?" She beamed another smile at me and wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to give me a kiss. We kissed savagely as she rode me like a stallion, sending embers to stroke the flame of our desire, bringing us both to a tremendous orgasm. My hot sperm boiled up into her receiving cunt and she sighed happily, relaxing in my arms as we both got our breath back and calmed down. She kissed me one last time then got up and put the breakfast dishes in the sink and then we went and took a shower. As it was a weekend, neither of us had much to do so I went into the living room and thought about the previous few days events, wondering where the mysterious pendant figured into the picture. I still didn't believe Mike had simply had a heart attack. Color me stupid, but he'd died when I told him to 'drop dead.' I was sure of it! And that scared the living daylights out of me. I was pondering the ups and downs of telling Mom about all this when she came into the living room, dressed now, and startled me. "What's that, honey?" She pointed at the pendant. She sat down next to me and snuggled up to me. "I found it on the beach a few days ago." I handed it to her and watched her examine it. She commented that it looked valuable and I agreed with her. I broke down and told her my suspicions about the pendant and what it had done to Mike. "Tony, Mike had a heart attack. And if somehow this pendant is responsible for his death, then I'm thankful you found it." "Mom, you never did love him did you?" I knew this was a touchy subject with her, but I wanted to know. "Baby, you are right. I was just too scared to say no to him. I suppose in the beginning it was his strength and virility that attracted me to him but once we'd had sex, he just wouldn't let me go. I just wish I'd learned about his drinking before we were married." She began sobbing as the pain he had caused her swept over her and she cried into my shoulder. "Mom, it's okay. Calm down." I said this and surprisingly, she did. She immediately stopped crying and sat back up, smiling at me as I kissed away her tears. "Are you okay?" She nodded her head yes and put her head on my shoulder and sat deep in thought. But it had happened again, I was sure of it. I had to test it. But what could I do to test it out? I didn't want to test it on Mom. She'd been through enough today. I got up and called Sarah. She was a friend of mine. We hang out sometimes, but had never gotten gone out on a date or anything. We were just good friends. She was really the only girl I knew very well except for Mom, so I decided that she would be fun to test the pendant on. I picked up the phone and called Sarah. "Hello?" "Hi Sarah, it's me Tony. What's up?" "Tony, hi. I heard about your stepdad. You okay?" "Yeah I'm fine. My mother's kinda broken up about it, though. Listen, you doing anything today? I need to get out of the house and let my Mom sort things out, ya know?" "Oh sure, sure I understand. Why don't you come over? We could order some pizza and watch movies." "Sounds great, I'll be over in a bit, bye Sarah." "Bye, Tony." Sarah and I had known each other since kindergarten and were pretty good friends, but she'd always refused to so much as kiss me, I guess not wanting to run the risk of damaging our friendship if things didn't work out. She had long flame red hair that went halfway down her back and deep green eyes that sparkled when she laughed. She had quite a nice figure too. I told Mom that I was going over to Sarah's house and left, heading over across town on my bike, stopping to get some gas on the way. I'd gotten the used motorcycle a year ago through one of Mom's friends and I loved riding it. As soon as I got my license I had ridden all over town. Now as I neared Sarah's two-story house, I noticed her parent's car was gone. Yessss! I parked my bike and walked up to the front door, and was greeted by Sarah, who was wearing a green tank top and a short leather skirt. She let me inside and I commented about her parents, or lack there of. "Yeah they're off to some party this weekend. Probably won't be back until tomorrow some time. You want something to drink?" "Sure, whatever you have, I'm not picky." She left and came back after a minute or two with two sodas and we went into their den where the large screen television was. We sat down in the love seat together and watched some TV while sipping our sodas and generally just enjoying each other's company. I put my arm around Sarah and she snuggled up against me, resting her head on my shoulder. We sat like that for several minutes and then I got bolder. I took her chin by my hand and gently pulled her face up to mine and kissed her full on the lips, gently at first and then with all of my passion as she responded and began kissing me back. We finally came up for air and she stared at me in astonishment. She gazed at me and said simply, "Wow." I couldn't agree more. It was now or never. Here goes nothing. "Sarah, I've wanted to kiss you like that for ages. You're all I ever think about. Make love with me." She looked deeply into my eyes and had an expression on her face that I'd never seen on her before. It was lust. She took my by the hand and led my upstairs to her bedroom. We undressed each other and continued kissing during the whole process while making for the bed. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs for me, smiling invitingly. It was only then that I realized what I'd done. It had _actually_ worked! Sarah would never have done this without the pendant, at least I didn't think so. We were good friends, heck perhaps best friends, but we weren't lovers. As far as I knew, Sarah was still a virgin too. Well, I grinned to myself, there was one way of checking that. I got up on the bed and knelt between her legs, gazing at the cunt waiting for me. She had a thin tuft of red pubic hair covering her mons, and her puffy labia were glistening with her arousal. I licked her outer lips gently, gathering the nectar on my tongue, enjoying my first taste of her. She was delicious. I explored inside the outer labia and centered my attention on her sensitive clit, now fully out of its tiny sheath. I took it between my lips and gently sucked on it while I probed into her inner lips with a finger, checking for a hymen. YES! It was there, valiantly guarding her pussy from big bad cocks. I chuckled to myself at the mental imagery while still sucking on Sarah's clit which sent Sarah into spasms as her first orgasm hit her. She cried out in pleasure as I continued my oral attack, warming her up for the main event. I knew that it would go easier on her after she'd had several orgasms. After a while she had taken all she could and pushed me away, smiling sweetly at me. "That's enough preliminaries, Tony. I'm ready for god sakes, now fuck me!" How could I refuse a request like that? I quickly got between her legs on my knees and gently eased the head of my prick between her glistening inner labia and slowly pushed forward, enjoying the exquisite sensations as I entered her for the first time. I soon came the barrier of her hymen and pulled back almost all the way out and rushed forward, burying my shaft in her to the hilt in one swift stroke, tearing her maidenhead asunder in the process. I had taken her cherry! It was still amazing that I was actually fucking Sarah. The most beautiful girl I knew, apart from my mother of course. That got me to thinking though. What was I doing fucking Sarah if I was happy with Mom? I put those thoughts out of head and concentrated on making this an experience that Sarah would never forget as long as she lived. She gave a small whimper when I tore through her virginity and I stopped moving, leaving my soaking in her boiling cunt as she calmed down. I said soothing things and kissed her until she moved her hips a little, signaling that she was ready for more, so I started a slow steady rhythm pistoning my manhood in and out of her wet sex. She began writhing underneath me as her orgasms started, and I wasn't far behind her either. I took her in my arms and before she knew what was happening, I was on the bottom and she was straddled on top of me. She quickly adjusted though and began grinding her hips against mine, fucking me for all I was worth. Her magnificent breasts were bobbing to and fro right in front of my face so I took a red nipple between my lips and began sucking on it, taking my mind off the glorious sensations my dick was experiencing. Alas, all good things must come to and end, and before I knew it, I was pumping my sperm into her, sending her over the edge once more. We finally calmed down and she collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I rolled her to my side and hugged her, and she snuggled up close and only then, I think, did she realize what we'd done. She got up and went into the bathroom and I got dressed, my job here done. I started to feel kind of bad though, having used Sarah like some kind of fuck rag. She deserved better that that. Much better. If it weren't for Mom, I'd probably be in love with her by now. I guess in a way, I was. I didn't know what to think so I told Sarah I was feeling ill and left. Heck, she probably felt worse about it than I did. I went home and found Mom's car gone. She had left a note saying she was going to get some groceries so I headed upstairs and took a nice long bath, washing off all of the evidence of my fling with Sarah. My mind was awash with the possibilities that the pendant opened up for me. It seemed that I could make people do anything. Maybe there was a good reason why someone had left it at that beach. Maybe it was a little too tempting to use. I got out of the tub and dried off and crawled into bed, intent on getting some rest. ******************************** Comments, flames, suggestions, story requests, and other neato stuff should be directed at demon@ih2000.net ********************************* -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /