I’ve got groceries in the car

No matter how much I want to stop and have another cock to suckle on, I remind myself that I have a carload of groceries that need to be put away. And as I pass by the building, full of the memories I want to relive, my heart sinks as I watch it disappear in my rear view mirror. My mind, however, continues to ponder whose cock I had sucked, and if I’d ever know.

As I arrive home, I begin unloading the car, and Mom comes out to help. She thanks me for the items on her list as she continues to prepare for dinner. She eyes the items I purchased and subtly suggests where to put them. She notes all the produce I had purchased and just assumes they’re all for my salads that I like to eat. She never makes the connection like Larry had … thank goodness.

With everything done, I excuse myself and tell Mom I’m heading to my room to change and relax. She nods, never turning in my direction and waves her hand, dismissing me.

In my room, I return to my closet and marvel at the array of clothing that has accumulated. There’s a part of me that just wants to try everything on and see what it looks like. I’ll save that for another day. I turn to my dresser instead and pull out a pair of short gym shorts that barely contain my ass, and a half tee with “Princess” emblazoned across the chest. It’s very comfortable and not confining. I just need to relax.

I plop on the bed, pull out my phone and text Roland to call me, since I have some questions for him. I don’t expect him to call anytime soon, so I plug in my headphones, pull up my favorite boy band playlist, and clear my mind as I sing along.

I must’ve dozed off, the melodies of a popular love song playing through my headphones, keeping me in a world of my own, completely deafened to my surroundings. I jump, a thousand electrical sparks coursing through my legs and into my chest, as a large hand settles on the back of my calf. I shriek as I flip over tearing the headphones off in the process. My heart stops beating, caught somewhere in my throat, preventing me from swallowing a single breath of air. There, looming over me, casting my entire body in its shadow is my dad. An equal look of shock and worry is plastered on his face.

Unable to speak, I struggle to formulate the myriad of thoughts and emotions that explode within my head. My eyes drink in the image of the god-like idol that stands before me. Dark and handsome, broad shoulders with muscled arms, and a well-trimmed torso. Yet despite the confusion and shock, my eyes drift lower to the bulge nestled neatly beneath his waist. Unabashedly staring, I can begin to see a clear outline developing, recalling the vividly clear images of it without any clothing.

*cough* “Uh … Umm … Your mother … Umm … Dinner’s ready …” and with that statement, he turns away and heads downstairs leaving me alone.

Finally able to breathe, I plop back onto my mattress. Slowly clarity returns to my befuddled brain and I wonder why Dad had been stuttering and looking so bewildered? That was unlike him, a strong, sure man, always confident and quite gentlemanly. Another deep breath and I resolve to rise from bed and join my parents. As I sit up, I gasp in horror at the sudden realization of my father’s insecurity. My half tee must’ve bunched up and risen when I flipped over, revealing my naked breasts to his wide eyes.

As the embarrassing realization settles in, a tingling warmth spreads like wildfire throughout my body, radiating towards my loins, creating a familiar itch that I’m **** to tend to. I reach into my shorts and can feel the moisture pooling against my palm. Well … that’s a step in the right direction … now he’s seen me … it’s my turn to see HIM!

Regrettably I pull my hand free, fix my clothing and head downstairs to join Mom and Dad. I take my seat at the table and can immediately feel the ice cold stares from my mother who looks disapprovingly at me. A slight scowl on her face, she begins to comment on my choice of clothing.__

I stand my ground, stating that it’s comfortable, and I have no intention of going out in public. “Besides, it’s the latest fashion trend,” I affirm in an attempt to bolster my argument.

Mom tries to get Dad to team up with her, but he expertly dodges the attempt. “I know better than to argue the merits of female fashion trends. Can we just sit here and enjoy this wonderful food as well as having our family reunited for the summer?” Without waiting for an answer, he begins to eat his dinner. I look to my savior and catch the subtlest wink. He’s on my side … yeah!

The rest of dinner is pleasant and without controversy. We chat about school, the boys, and some plans for the summer. Dad announces that he’d like to have another family vacation at the lake, to which Mom and I agree. Towards the end of dinner, Dad leans back in his chair and says that he wants to watch the newest movie release from one of his favorite actresses. Mom chips in that she’s heard good reviews and thinks it’d be a great idea to have a family movie night, even though the boys weren’t home yet.

“Well that’s settled then. I’ll get the movie ordered and set up in the living room while you two finish up.” I look to Mom who shrugs her shoulders and whispers conspiratorially about how good girls cook, clean, and take good care of their men. It doesn’t take long for us to finish up, working together as a team. Again, as foreign as it seems in my mind, it always comes out feeling quite natural.

With a large bowl of buttered popcorn and several glasses of soda, we join Dad as he starts the movie. He’s perched on the far end of the sofa, while Mom claims the other end. I stake a seat between the two, holding the bowl so that everyone can reach when they want some popcorn. The movie starts and I can instantly tell that I have no interest in an alien invasion of a human colony on some distant planet. I don’t want to rain down on Dad’s running commentary on the plot, or what he thinks will happen next.

When the bowl empties, I silently place it on the table and sit back, trying to find a comfortable spot. I shift from side to side, unknowingly disturbing Dad’s viewing. He finally raises an arm and allows me to cuddle into him as he drapes his protective arm around me. My feet curl up and press lightly into Mom’s thigh.

Since the movie doesn’t capture my interest, my eyes drift away from the television, down along his chest until they settle on his crotch. Images reappear, a glorious piece of virility contained and hidden beneath his trousers. I close my eyes and can see it clearly, it’s girth, nearly as thick as my wrist as it grows to steely proportions. I can feel his hand fall upon my bare midriff, ever so softly caressing my flesh as goosebumps explode beneath his fingertips. Tiny circles, slowly and methodically grow into larger circles, each arc progressing closer and closer to the undersides of my heaving breasts, waiting in anticipation of his fleeting touches. Finally, after a painstaking eternity, contact has been made. Fingers and thumbs pressing into the pliable flesh, testing its firmness and response to his touches. My breathing silently quickens, not to alarm my sleeping mother at the end of the sofa. A stifled gasp threatens to escape when his strong hands make a bolden move and firmly grasp a tit, squeezing it so that my nipple scratches his palm. He draws it out until his thumb and finger can pinch the puckered peak, eliciting another stifled cry. I shift, yielding access to his exploring hand, while twisting so that I can reciprocate in my own way. Without thought or effort, I lower his zipper and reach in to grasp his monster sized shaft. Barely able to wrap my hand around it’s girth, I pull the trapped appendage from its confines, granting it freedom while giving me a closeup view of the object of my desire. The wait is over. My mouth hangs open in awe, inviting the swollen mushroom tip into it. A slight tug of my hand is all it takes to guide the missile towards my tongue, laving it, bathing it, cradling it as I wrap my lips around his flared glans, my tongue teasing the tip, gathering pearls of liquid that promise more to come. My nostrils flare at the intoxicating scent of his manliness, suckling the tip, working him closer and closer to the back of my throat. His molestation of my tits increases as I continue, each of us increasing in voracity. It continues until I feel another hand at the back of my head, urging me downward, forcing me to take more. My body begins to shudder with tiny tremors, an earthquake looming on the horizon. I can feel his rod pulsing. Every beat of his heart throbs in syncopation with his cock. His torturous hand leaves my tits and makes a quick journey south, burying itself between my slick thighs. His middle finger juts forcefully between my folds and thrusts in rhythm with his hips as he thrusts into my mouth. His urgency is paramount and I race to keep up with him, wanting to share this experience together.

My eyes fly open! My shirt is tangled around my neck! I have one hand buried in my pussy, while the other is mauling my tits! “I’m cumming …” I cry out for no one to hear. I suddenly realize that it was all a dream. I must’ve fallen asleep when I closed my eyes! The knitted Afghan was draped across me as I lay upon the sofa.

I sit up and try to gather my thoughts. Frustrated that it was only a dream, while confusion and anxiety over the incestuous nature of the dream take hold from within. I replace the blanket to the back of the sofa and trudge up towards my room. Once again, sexual sounds fill my ears, drawing my body towards its call. My parent’s door is open yet again, the voyeur within, condemned to watch again. This time, my mother is on her knees, her head wrapped in my father’s meaty paws. His hips draw back and forth, his large mushroomed head perched at the entrance to her glossy lips. I stand transfixed as she kisses the tip, slicing her tongue through his tiny opening, drawing out a viscous strand of his essence that clings to her tongue as she withdraws. The tendril is broken, and it falls upon her chin. She bathes his flesh in hot saliva, coating it until it shines in the yellowed light from the room. She coos merrily as she presses her lips back against the head, letting his girth spear slowly into her mouth, stretching her wide as he gains entry. Wider and wider, her mouth ovals, her jaw stretching to unbelievable proportions to accommodate him. Inch by inch, she slowly takes him deeper and deeper. Muffled meals of pleasure can be heard as she hums around his shaft. Deeper and deeper she takes him, much deeper than the cock I had sucked today. Not once does she cough, breathing through her nose as he pushes and pushes forward. A visible bulge forms in her throat as she takes him to the very root, her nose pressed tightly to his muscled abs.

I stand in awe, my hands now soaked with my wetness as I try to relieve the pressure from within. I am amazed at how practiced she is, now exhaling as she draws herself away until just the flared tip of his head remains trapped between her lips. Again and again, she repeats her motions, taking his entire length to the hilt with such practiced ease. I am almost jealous of her abilities, yet am again transfixed on his turgid totem pole, memorizing every lurid detail, every vein, every bump, every ridge burned forever into my brain.

The speed increases, my hand trying to match his thrusts as he grips harder and begins fucking my mothers face with the same ferocity he was fucking her pussy the night before. I could see his ass tighten as he drew nearer, beads of perspiration rolling off his chiseled form. I could see my mother’s eyes looking up to his, filled with adoration, want and need. His release came shortly thereafter, grunting, without warning, yet my mother knew his body, his signs, his silent signals of pending release. She began swallowing before he even exploded, preparing for his onslaught, which she eagerly captured every last drop. She released his mighty weapon and bathed it with her tongue until it was immaculately cleaned. Dad smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and retreated to the bed, his softened member swaying between his muscled thighs.

My shorts were soaked as I crept back to my bed and buried my head in the pillows, destined to a fitful night of dreams.

Meanwhile back at the University

Roland tossed and turned while he lay in bed, constantly looking at his watch, and towards the door of his apartment. He wasn’t sure which would come first, Crystal walking through the door, or the dawn of a new day. Neither had yet occurred, leaving him in a state of restlessness. Frustrated and horny, he reached under his mattress and pulled out one of the magazines he had stashed there.

Using his phone as a night light, he perused one of the latest copies, ogling at the naked beauties contained within. He settled on one particular photograph that piqued his interest and began lightly stroking his cock.

It felt as if lightning had struck him, an idea that illuminated his brain in the midst of darkness. With a sense of urgency, Roland rose from his bed and glided to his desk. He grabbed a notebook and began scribbling notes onto a sheet of paper. As ideas filled his head, he jotted them down. Some notes were crossed off, others rewritten. Hours had passed, when Roland’s mind settled down. He sat and looked at the paper. Before him lay an outline of *changes* that he’d like to make to Crystal, to make her the ultimate woman of his dreams.

The stone had magical properties that he could not explain, but Roland knew that any changes also affected the world around Crystal, including his. He could easily implement all the changes overnight, and a whole new world would be encountered. But it also had the possibility of affecting both their minds to the point of utter destruction and chaos. No! These changes were to be gradual and subtle. These changes would occur over time, making the transition more natural and acceptable by all in Crystal’s world.
Roland knew the stone worked. He tested it with his call to Crystal earlier in the day. She could not bring herself to talk about the game, even though her text message indicated she wanted to talk about it. And yet again, she had texted him, asking him to call, which he wouldn’t do at least for now. He had also tested his roommate Tyler and asked him to fetch a trinket located next to his lockbox. Tyler had returned worried and concerned, holding the trinket, but informing Roland that his lockbox was not where it was normally! Roland reassured Tyler, telling him he forgot he had moved it to a different location.
Now sitting confidently at his desk, Roland opened the box and retrieved the magical orb. He palmed it in his left hand and traced his thumb over its surface for several minutes, still mesmerized by its rather plain look and feel, yet bearing such immense power. His right hand drifted over the paper, trying to decide which changes he was going to implement first. He was going to limit himself to one a day, but decided to ultimately settle on two changes since this was the very first day.

“Stone …” he incanted. The familiar vibrations started anew as Roland watched, carefully choosing his words. “… compel Crystal to keep a detailed diary of her daily life and activities.” The stone flashed a bright green, rather quickly before fading just as quickly. Roland knew it would be an interesting read when Crystal returned, providing plenty of fuel to his hyperactive libido.

Roland put a check mark next to the item on his list before turning the stone over and over in his hand again, considering his words for the next command. “Stone …”. Roland hesitated a bit longer this time. “… ensure Crystal increasingly embraces her femininity with every load of cum she swallows.” Again the stone flashed bright green, though somewhat more intense.

Roland put the stone, and the list back into the lockbox and sealed it away. He traipsed back to his bed, confidant that Crystal had successfully sucked a cock to completion; otherwise she’d be here sucking his cock right now. Roland pulled the covers over his head, knowing the morning sun was only a few minutes away.