Return a gift

The note read _Johnny, please take the statue to the antique store and return it. _The statue was of some type of Mesopotamian goddess, a fat naked woman with a cow for a head. It couldn't have been more than a few decades old, though. Probably a replica. Your Aunt Lavinia gifted it to your father, a Professor of Native American Studies at the University, and he took one look at it, and decided it was worthless and not remotely related to his field. But Lavinia meant nice, and she had a gift receipt.

You kept the statue in your room overnight, and awoke with the craziest headache. And a bit of a weird almost-wet dream about having sexual control over older women. Nothing too crazy, and I guess you didn't complete it, as your boxers were dry.

You grabbed the statue and popped it into your bag with the receipt and headed out the door. Mom and Dad were both at the U, as was your oldest sister, Caitlin. Your other older sister, Dana was at the Junior College, while your twin, Janie, was finishing up her last year of high school. You had lucked out, and graduated a semester early. Instead of taking college courses right away, though, you would enter in the fall with Janie and go from there. You had a few months off of school and didn't work, so things were looking good.

Heading to town, you texted your girlfriend Maria, I'll stop by when school's out. You jumped in the Prius and backed up out of the driveway.

The town always seemed deserted during class hours. A sleepy college town, with less than a thousand full-time residents. All the businesses were staffed by college kids and managed by drop-outs. You pull up to the one antique store, Needles and Antiquities, and grabbed the bag. "I need to return this," you say to the old, blind woman behind the counter.

"It's been used," she said after gently grabbing the statue.

You look at her confused. "No, it's a statue. Here's the gift receipt." You weren't sure why you attempted to show it to her. "Maybe scan it, or, uh, ... is there someone else here?"

"I can feel the energy from the totem. It has been drained. You possess its power now. No return." She pushed it back to you. What the fuck?

You grabbed the statue, the 'totem', and the old lady reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. "Do you remember what you wished for?"

"I... I didn't wish..."

"In your dreams."

You thought about last night. The wet dream. Control over older women. Sexual control. No, not control. Privilege. The ability to have free sex with women older than you. The hazy recollection was becoming clear as day.

"Ah," said the crone, smiling crookedly, "sexual privilege you say? Do you want to have fuck me?" She laughed as you broke from her grip and crashed into a display of sewing supplies. She continued laughing as you ran out the door and into the car.

What the fuck? You imagined her laugh, her bad breath, her words as they flowed around you as you sped off, back home... or anywhere, really. You hit the button on the console and called Maria. "'Sup?" she said, answering immediately.

"Maria. I love you," you said, blurting out your thoughts. "Awww... I love you too, J. Is that... was that all? I'm supposed to be in class."

"Yes." You hung up and pulled onto the freeway exit. Unbeknownst to you, a cop car soon followed and flashed its lights. Shit.

Minutes later, you are pulled over, trying to ignore this entire totem situation and the reshaped reality inherent in it. A knocking on your window commences as you gulp at the older policewoman staring at you. Her nametag reads Crandall and she might be pushing 40, but looks good for her age. Blonde hair, pulled in a ponytail, deep reflecting sunglasses hiding her glance, you hit the automatic windows and couldn't help but notice her large bosom.

"Sir!" she said, perhaps multiple times. "Eyes up here. Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Umm... 60?"

"More like 93. And were you on a cell phone?"

"Through the console... I think that's allowed."

She made no motion. "Any reason you were going so fast?"

"I... uh..." your mind raced over the true reasons, and you realized what you might need to do. "I need to... bust a nut?"

You try to say it as a joke, but you know intinctively she'll take it literally. She removed her glasses and glared at you. "Out of the car."

"Shit," you muttered almost silently, as you turned it off and stood up on the shoulder of the exit.

"We can't have you speeding, Mr. Doe. Where did you want to have sexual intercourse?" She began taking off her vest.

"Whoa... uh, indoors, please," you say, stopping her from disrobing further. "That motel should do nice," you point to a trucker's inn near the exit.

She nodded. "Very well."

Thanks to the Los Alamos Police Department, you found yourself in Unit 1B of the Sleepy Inn Truck Stop with Officer Crandall who was rapidly undressing. You stared at her toned abs, her tight ass, her gargantuan breasts that almost looked fake. She was wearing military dogtags and a wedding ring. Her bush was neatly trimmed. She took very good care of herself.

"Did you just want to stare at my naked body, or did you want to fuck?" She spoke in a no-nonsense manner, even though what she said seemed nonsensical.

You hastily pulled off your shirt and pulled down your shorts as Crandall made sure to remove the top covers off the bed. You had fucked Maria a few times, beginning when you were both underage, but it was always sneaking around at your place or hers. Never in a motel room and you never thought of cheating on her. Was this cheating? Or just privilege?

You didn't have time to think, as Crandall grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed your naked, pasty body onto the bed. You were highly erect now and breathing heavily at the indecency of it all. She straddled your legs and was frigging herself off as she approached your cock.

Your right hand grasped her relatively thick left thigh as you gingerly reached towards her pussy. All thoughts of Maria or cheating were gone, replaced with the approaching pussy.

Her hair was still in a ponytail, her firm face now betraying emotion she had given herself and you could feel liquid oozing onto your thumb as it reached towards the inner folds of her being. She brushed it away, and removed her own digits as she enveloped you with her essence. And her vagina.

"Just sit back, Mr. Doe, and we'll bust that nut," is the first thing she said as she maintained control, riding you like a cowgirl as your cock only partially peaked out from its hideaway. Your hands were grasping her thighs, now her ass, as she changed the speed of the fucking. She was in total control as she closed her eyes and rode, up and down. In and out.

But you put an end to this soon enough. She wasn't as tight as Maria, probably had kids, but was the only other pussy you ever had. And the only one to take a full burst of cum within. Shit, you weren't wearing a condom.

You came off your high after cumming inbetween her thighs. Your unerect cock did a loud plop onto your stomach as she stood up and went to the washroom. A wet wash cloth landed near the cock as you looked over to see the fully dressed Crandall in the bathroom doorway. Some time must've passed. "Clean yourself up and get dressed. I only paid for an hour."

You grabbed the wash cloth and made your way around her into the bathroom. "I... I came inside you."

"So?" was all she said to that. "Next time you get caught speeding, I won't let you off with a fuck." She opened the door wide and didn't bother closing it. You looked out to see her get in the passenger side of her squad car, where her partner awaited. He gave you a silent nod and drove away.

You sat quietly on the bed and pondered the events of this morning. You were there a long time mulling over options before you realized the hour was up. To the glare of the cleaning lady, not sure if she wanted to clean up or fuck you, you quietly exited and found your car in the parking lot.

It was still a couple hours until school was out, but Maria might be okay if you text her and say you're not feeling well. Everyone should still be at their respective schools, except maybe Caitlin and Dana, if they bothered to return home between classes. You hoped they weren't home.