Nightly Rituals

An odd sense of pride struggles to overtake the giddiness I feel throughout. The evening darkness soothes me as I make my way up the front steps onto the patio. I stop for a few minutes to admire the stars illuminating the cloudless, moonlit sky. It feels as if they are sparkling ever more brightly tonight as I gaze upon them.

Entering through the front door, I am greeted by the similar darkness, a faint hallway light glowing to show me the way upstairs. Once again, I stop and look at the family photo from last summer. It was such a happy, carefree time. Rather than focus on my own image, I feel a warmth spread through me as I admire the three men surrounding me and my mother. Tall, lean torsos flank my slim figure, my two brothers cut from my father’s mold. A tingling rush travels from my heart directly to my still wet loins.

I sigh contentedly and move silently up the steps and directly into the bathroom. I start the shower and methodically begin stripping off my blouse and capris. Standing in just my underwear, my hands roam freely over every curve, hips gently swaying to music in my head. I love the way my skin feels, soft, delicate, and ever so sensitive. I take a few moments to stare in the mirror and admire the image looking back at me. Definitely not like the centerfolds I used to ogle, but more like the girl next-door simple beauties I’d occasionally glance at … when I was a boy. My mind struggles only briefly with the thoughts of my previous life, truly beginning to understand and appreciate the joys of being a woman. Thoughts of my past life are slowly fading away with only certain memories lingering to remind me this is just a game … right?

Still staring in the mirror, I strip of my bra and take in the delight of freedom from the restrictive undergarment. My hands immediately cup the exposed orbs, gently kneading and massaging the flesh, feeling my nipples respond as they poke into my palms. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I lower my hands to examine my perfect breasts … not too big and cumbersome, but firm and pliable. My eyes flutter briefly as my massage sends a warmth radiating through my chest, causing my heart to flutter ever so slightly. Swaying my hips, dancing to the music still playing in my head, my eyes glance downwards and admire the narrow waist with only slightly flared hips as they rock from side to side and swirl in rhythmic circles … when did I learn to dance like this? My hands drift over my taut abdomen until the fingertips brush along the edge of my panties. My hands glide to my hips where they rest as I continue to dance and sway, still ogling at the beauty looking back at me in the mirror. As I roll my hips, my hands slowly push the meager fabric downwards, teasingly exposing myself in the mirror. Why do I find this so thrilling? I can’t stop myself from performing this slow striptease, turned on by the excitement. Agonizingly, my panties roll past my hips, over my ass, and begin to flitter towards my ankles. I step out with the left foot and with surprising agility bring my right foot atop the counter, panties still wrapped around the ankle. Captivated by the image in the mirror, I am transfixed by the exposed pussy looking back at me, swollen with desire and need, wet with anticipation. A strong scent of sex wafts towards my flaring nostrils as I grab my panties and inspect the source. Inhaling the flowery fragrance of sweet nectar, a broad smile forms on my face. I fling the panties towards the hamper and immediately begin a thorough inspection of my dripping opening.

One finger easily dips into the honeyed opening, exploring as it worms its way to its limit, before retreating to coat the petals with its dew. Two fingers slip past the slick petals, opening the entrance to the cavern for more explorers to join as my other hand slowly diddles the nubbin at the cleft, forcing it to peek its head out from its protective hood. God this feels so good! My fingers begin a rhythmic plunging into my core as my other begins a sensual diddling of my clit, quickly bringing my arousal to fevered pitches, as well as quickening my breathing and weakening my legs. I stop, granting a brief reprieve before I fall and topple to the ground.

I start the shower, and await for it to warm. I undo my braids, running my fingers through the strands as the ends fall upon my naked flesh. A gentle toss of the head flings the mass towards my back.

Steam begins to fill the room, clouding my mirrored vision. I step beneath the waterfall and douse myself in the warm rain. Shampoo, rinse, facial cleanser, rinse, body soap. I take my time creating a thick lather with the loofah before covering my shoulders, arms and torso, paying special attention to my sensitive breasts, watching the beads of soap cling to the bare flesh as gravity forces them slowly down. My nipples are stiff, demanding special attention, not to mention my pussy which is quivering. Several soapy fingers easily slide between my thighs as my thumb grinds on the sweet spot.

My legs begin to quiver, threatening to no longer support me in an upright position. I contemplate dropping to the shower floor, but decide the comforts of bed will do much better. I hurriedly rinse off, not wanting the feeling to ebb too far out to sea. Grabbing two towels, I wrap one around my torso and the other around my head. After turning the shower off, my ears prick up at a now, all too familiar sound.

Tentatively I creep out into the hallway and quietly make my way towards the deep, rumbling moans and groans coming from my parents room. Peering just around the corner of the open doorway, looking at the mirror on the far wall, I can make out my father’s figure leaning back on the bed, his legs parted wide, and my mother’s ass raised high between them, her head buried in his crotch, bobbing up and down. God! Are these two insatiable? They’re like two horny rabbits!

I’m drawn to the look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes closed, an appreciative smile. His strong muscled chest heaves with each breath he takes, his strong arms reaching towards mom’s head, his large hands guiding her oral efforts. Once again, I’m transfixed, held in place, frozen, unable to move as the tides of passion quickly envelop me and fill my mind with lewd thoughts. My chest aches terribly so and my pussy drips anew with a fresh flow of womanly dew. Instinctively, without thought, my hand tends to the ache in my chest, mauling my breasts until the loosely wrapped towel breaks free, flitting to the floor at my feet. Fingers, once again, slip between the flowered folds, stirring the seeping mixture as it flows from the dam.

Suddenly I am transported from my position, into my mother’s body, my lips wrapped around his mighty shaft, my tongue laving and bathing the strong sword as my head bobs up and down. His hands are on my head, controlling the tempo, making sure to maximize his pleasure. His hands on my head, forcing himself deep into my throat, training me to take him deeper and deeper. It’s my eyes glancing up to capture the look of happiness on his face, pride filling my soul as I bring him utter bliss. It’s his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart, within my mouth as I prepare for his onslaught. It’s my throat expanding as his thrusts become more insistent, forcing himself into my welcoming throat. It’s my muscles that are rippling along his shaft, coaxing the volleys of cannon shots from his core. It’s my coos and hums of delight filling his ears as his body jerks, his legs stiffening as his ass raises off the bed. It’s my throat greedily swallowing every burst of his seed into my belly. It’s my body quaking with a thunderous orgasm, as I continue to gulp down each explosion. It’s my eyes peering into his as he slowly opens them, meeting my gaze…

OH FUCK! I barely managed to to not shriek aloud, nearly falling backwards as I moved away from the doorway.

Dad was staring right at me when he opened his eyes, I was caught, spying on my parents! Not only was being caught, bad enough, but I was standing in the doorway totally naked with one hand mauling my tender breasts while the other was buried in my now drenched pussy!

Clumsily, I grab the towels and rush back to my room where I close the door and plop myself face down on the bed. My heart is racing, my mind totally destroyed, and my face burning with embarrassment. I want to cry in shame, but the myriad of feelings crashing down upon me, keep me utterly confused, humiliated, and aroused.

Another fitful night awaits me as I slowly drift to sleep as the adrenaline high wears off.

Meanwhile, back at the University

Roland sat at his desk, bathed in darkness except for the lone light coming from the desk lamp. In its light, Roland twirls the odd stone in his hands, his scribbled notes at his left, and a porn magazine to his right. The fact that Crystal was not there by his side only confirmed that she had successfully completed her daily task. The notion that she had succeeded felt bittersweet for Roland. There were times he wanted her to fail, so that she would be here sucking his cock; but there were times he was glad she was transforming into the cockslut, he knew she could be.

Looking back and forth between the bimbo slut centerfold, and the list he had created, Roland settled on his next command. He closed his eyes and contemplated his words carefully. Gripping the stone, he held it still in the palm of his hand, now gently caressing its surface with his thumb.

In a firm whisper, so as to not wake Tyler, Roland began his incantation. “Stone …” Roland felt it reverberate in his hand, having woken its powers from its sleep. “… compel Crystal to have an increasing obsession with her self-image and begin posting pictures online.” Again, the stone flashed a bright green, quickly illuminating the entire room before quickly fading away.

Roland looked over his shoulder, ensuring Tyler had not been roused by the light. He checked off the item on his checklist, folded the paper and tucked it away with the stone, back into his lockbox. The porn magazine was tucked in a drawer and the desk lamp turned off. Roland slipped quietly into bed and began scrolling through various images on his HotPixChat app.