Deciding your next move

As I stepped outside of the cafe onto the busy street, it suddenly hit me when I was looking around: I didn't have any idea of what to do next. Of course I wanted to use the ring as much as possible, and maybe the goddess would even take it away if I didn't, but only going around fucking everyone in sight would get old very quickly.

That, plus the fact that my possibilities were practically endless, had me at a complete loss.

„Well, guess I'll sit down and give this some thought. That never hurts.“

I walked towards a nearby bench and sat down. As I was about to start thinking over my next move, I felt something brush against my hand. I instinctively pulled back and turned my head.

"Oh, sorry about that!“

Next to me sat an older woman, probably in her fourties, wearing glasses and what seemed to be some kind of office uniform. Her hair was almost completely black but still had a mysterious dark-blue hue that twinkled in the still strong sunlight while swaying just over her shoulders. Even though her work clothes didn't really show it, her breasts seemed to be quite big while not being unnaturally large or fake. During the time I took all of her assets in, she simply smiled at me with a warmth often absent from interactions between strangers.

"Ah, don't worry about it!“

After having sorted out our incident, I leaned back and grinned.

Well, who says I can't have some fun WHILE thinking?

I turned towards her once more and spoke.

"Hey, I know this is pretty sudden, but could you give me a titjob? I'm trying to think for a bit, and that would really help me concentrate.“

The woman turned to me with surprise, though it seemed to be more due to me addressing her again at all and not because of what I said. She then smiled again.

"Sure, that's no problem. If your fine with me, that is...“

It appeared like the woman didn't have much confidence in her body. While both of us were preparing ourselves, I spoke to her.

"Are you kidding me? You look great! I bet men are always checking you out!“

She blushed as she finished unbuttoning her uniform and her well-build tits sprung out, as if they had desperately needed some air. Without any delay, she then pulled her bra down and let her tits bounce and jiggle right in front of me. Seeing how she had already moved to my knees, her next words seemed almost pleading as she looked at me from below.

"Well, I guess the men at work do check me out...but it's not like that'll help me in getting my husband to care. It's like I don't exist to him anymore.“

Oh, so that's what's going on, I thought as I myself let out my cock before it tore through my pants by itself. I think I can work with this.

"So you're telling me your husband doesn't touch you? So you don't have sex, either?“

The woman looked at me with eyes who seemed to be both completely dry and about to shed countless tears.

"Not for the last year. I really feel like he isn't satisfied with my body anymore...“

Her expression changed back to a slightly **** smile again.

"Ah, but this stuff has nothing to do with you. Sorry for making you think of unnecessary stuff when you want to think. I'll start now, so you don't worry about me and just think about your things, OK?“

Before I could retort I felt her soft breasts envelope my dick and a wave of pleasure rushed through my body. Even though I was still rather unaccustomed to these sexual experiences, I could tell she was pretty skilled. She didn't simply move her breasts, but also made sure to stimulate my penis evenly with just the right amount of ****.

Luckily, due to my earlier fun at the cafe, I was able to take in these pleasures without any fear of cumming on her immediately. I decided to return to my original plan for now and think about my next move.

As I was about to lean back and start my new and improved thinking session, I spotted a familiar silhouette across the street.

"Is that...Mom?“

It was indeed my mother, presumably in the middle of shopping, if the bags in her hands were anything to go by. This prompted me to go into actual thinking.

I had only used her as my first test subject so far, meaning I didn't do anything too crazy to her yet. But now that I had a better grasp on the ring's power, using it on my mom in the middle of the city sounded like music to my ears. Certainly not a bad option by any means.

On the other hand, I could have fun with mom whenever I wanted, seeing how we lived in the same house. This woman however was a meeting by chance, and the probability of running into her again seemed rather slim. Plus, thinking of a way to help her with her marriage problems and sexual frustration promised to be a fun endavour as well.

Of course, those were only the two most obvious choices. I could always ditch both of them and do something completely different. Ah, what to do...