Remember Her As His 'Girlfriend'

Taking a bracing inhalation, I nodded and decided to go with another thing the voice mentioned.

I sent a hand through my hair. 'Remember the impossible'.

Hmm...

Somehow I knew what it meant and I wasn't sure how much the voice had to do with it or whether I was just that origin-story-savvy. But I knew it meant a significant power; the kind powerful enough to influence reality itself.

So, I pieced, I create a false memory, I believe it's real, then reality makes it real. I stared down at the pebbles below me as I walked. That's amazing. But is something like that even possible? Backtrack. It's not meant to be. Right.

Taking the silence as unofficial confirmation, I drifted upward to the delicate shoes that walked away, always and forever from myself, and the cutie whose feet they were slipped into. Because she was a cutie. Even when all you saw of her was her back.

The wind blew past my cheeks and I shivered.

"Remembering," I murmured under the cool of the morning, "remembering..."

A gulp snaked down my throat, and I stared at Imogene again, and her legs, just below the hem of that dress. Those creamy legs, that pretty face and those determined, independent eyes. A good-looking, good-getting girl.

And I thought, looking to my left:

What if she was here?

What if, instead of a hop-step away, she was rubbing me arm to arm, with the smell of her shampoo through my nostrils and her knuckle tickling the back of my wrist? What if over the silence and ambience of early day purring was the casual chit-chat and banter of me, some dork, and one dangerously pretty teenager with killer photogenic attributes? What if, with one wishful mirage, the cold of the morning was a little warmer?

I summed up my inner child, my mental canvas, my wishes and make-believe fantasies, and attempted to breathe life into the inanimate, the unreal.

What if?

And so began a purely made-up memory of...

Yesterday. I was sitting in the middle of my room, spinning around in my chair. The decision had come to do something, but I wasn't sure what. So I checked my phone and...
(gulp)
...there, in my contacts list, I started browsing. I scrolled down to my friend Jack. Then Larry. Then others. But none of them were doing it for me. I was feeling lazy, but not particularly up for shenanigans. I was feeling chatty, but not like a crying shoulder.
I wanted someone I could just sit with and feel close to. Who'd be up for any kind of day, both hectic and peaceful, as I saw fit. Someone that would just make the day a little cozier.
So...
I flicked down to all my friends under the 'M' section. There at the very top read:
"IMOGENE MARINA"
The face of a stunning brown-haired girl pretending to lipsync to an REM song I introduced her to took up the icon to the side, and I smiled. A contact I've had for years now, and one of the prettiest girls I knew. We started out as childhood acquaintances, having lived nearby despite her moving out and about for a long time. But just two years ago, I started getting closer to her, and eventually acted on my feelings; I had had a crush on her for years and now, I was determined to make the jump, no backing down. She was just like I imagined and more. It was like we were made for each other.
The next thing I knew, we were going out, and I was her boyfriend, and her my girlfriend. We would hold hands, go to the movies, get in trouble, go shopping and share interests and study and work together on things.
And, sometimes, we would just sit in the other's room and talk while the other's parents roamed through the home, everyone, of course, in perfect, full support of all angles of our relationship and whatever we wanted to do. Then, other times, we'd just sift in silence and begin to touch each other and then m-make... l-l-love--

Suddenly stinging through my brain was an enormous pain which brought me to my knees. I cradled my head in my hands.

This... burning sensation again..!?

It was like peeling the skin off me. Things in my brain seemed to slightly re-arrange, then lift itself from and past neural network to electrical surge to my beating lobes until it showered across the outside world. My next recollection was leaning against the fence of the house I had been trying to walk by a second ago. I stared through bleary eyes at Imogene still walking away and, in a sudden impulse, drew the air in my throat inward.

"I-Imogene..!" I managed a yell, reaching out for her. I didn't know if it was the experimenter in me, if it was my compulsion speaking, or if her name was just the first thing to roll of my tongue. But I watched as she stopped and turned. Her reaction was surprisingly pressing as she seemed to say something back, mouthing what looked like my name before hastily running over to me.

Sounds were muffled in a reverberating flood. I coughed, still unable to clear the haze that was belittling my brain, when finally I felt a pair of warm hands on me.

One on my back, then another on my side. I looked up, and to my pleasant shock and awe, saw Imogene staring back down at me.

"Daniel! Daniel?"

She was inches away. Why did she sound a mile apart? But the fact that a hot thing like her was so close; even through the pain, I knew how unreal this was, and how rousing it made me feel. I reached for her face, and maybe it would've been romantic if I got there. However, my hand barely made it halfway, instead stopping to drop at her breast. I froze. Imogene looked down, saw the hand, then looked back up, no change in her expression as she began feeling my forehead with her other hand. She began speaking again.

"I thought you were going to go earlier today because you had something to day, Danny," Imogene looked apologetically at me and tried to lift me up. "Can you stand? Come on, I'll take you back to the house."

Eurgh... The grogginess was slowly subsiding, but still made it hard to talk or think. Realizing my hand was still on her breast, I withdrew it in a panic. Once again, however, Imogene just smiled at me and with a heave, we were both upright and walking back to the Marina household.

"Don't worry, babe, I gotchya," she murmured, her voice slithering through my ear so closely I could feel the warmth of her breath.

If intimacy could cure I would probably have been healed. Instead, like the hopeless romantic I was I popped a helpless boner instead. Unable to believe this girl was showing me any kind of attention at all, a woozy grin pried my cheeks and I fainted into a void of black, and warm feminine bodily contact.

"...yeah. Yeah, just a quarter past -- oh, there he is."

Opening my eyes, the first thing I felt was the soft pillow under my neck. Reminded me I needed a new one of my own. Seriously, that thing was flat.

I looked around me, blinking shoddily at the sight of a nicely sized living room, modestly furnished, but decorated tastefully. A fireplace sat across from me, under a modern TV. A movement in the corner drew my attention to a lovely looking older woman by the entryway, and I tried to sit up.

She was attractive, sure, but...

Where was I?

Apparently, she had read my mind. Ending her call, she pocketed the cellphone she had at her ear and walked up to me. "Hey, Danny," she came over and sat at the edge of the couch, just by my legs. Hand rubbing my shoulder, she asked, "you okay?"

Not really. Lost and confused, more like. But I didn't actually get to tell her that, because she continued before a question could leave my open mouth.

And Danny? No one called me that, not even family. On second thought, though it was still a blur, I could slightly remember Imogene picking me up and calling me that earlier, too.

Imogene... picked me up.

"Imogene," Mrs. Marina nodded her head towards the door, though no Imogene was there to be found to my dismay. "She brought you back over here and said you were burning up like a forest fire. It looks like you've finally cooled down, but," with a forward lean she felt my forehead and I gulped, noting how close her breasts were dangling over my face. She donned black hair styled in a crisp bob that framed her face like a Renaissance painting, and her body had on a striped button-up blouse that stopped just enough to reveal some chest cleavage and dress pants that were capped off with a black pair of heels suggesting she was probably on her way to work.

Yep, from my 100% professional assessments I was able to conclude that indeed: Imogene's mom was a healthily endowed lady.

"...you practically passed out earlier. Have you been hydrated? Any blood problems?"

Trying to collect myself, I pushed myself up the couch with my hands. "I-I'm fine, I think..."

"Oh, sweetie, it's okay," she set me back down gently. "You don't need to strain yourself. If you want you could just rest for a while and I'll drop you off at the school on the way to the office."

"You... you don't mind?" I curled a brow at her.

She waved a hand. "Oh honey you know it's okay if it's you two. Besides, Imogene asked me to make sure you were okay. I told your parents already, so they know what's going on." The mother shook her head with a chuckle. "She really cares about you, you know. That starry-eyed girl."

"Y-yeah..."

It wasn't a dream... it was real?! This can't... this can't be for real...

"Anyways," Mrs. Marina stood up from the couch. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything. Just let me know in 30 minutes if you're feeling good enough to go, okay? We could take off then." She offered one last smile before whirling away, and a part of me tightened at the robust form her body maintained. Someone sure kept themselves in good shape.

Still a little woozy, I thought that maybe it was a body worth seeing put to other uses. My arousal was at a particularly high point for some reason. With her back to me, I felt like I needed to use this power.

I needed to use it on her.

It was almost as if, whenever I saw someone that attracted me, I had the urge to, and I made a mental note far down in the recesses of my mind to keep it in check.

Like someone's own planted voice, however, I found myself looking at Mrs. Marina as she ascended up the stairs and I thought she could be using her time for something a little more productive.

There was a tingle in the air as like soil being pushed away, a bud was thrown onto it and sunk into the earth and the scenery was shifted in a direction different than where it was originally going.

"Hm," Abruptly, Mrs. Marina came to a stop. Looking back at me, she studied my body as if making an evaluation. Finally, with an expression of curious settlement, she returned to the floor and walked over to the couch, then sat right over my nether regions, rubbing it between her rear. "How's that, sweetie? Do you think this will help you feel good enough to get to school by the next half-hour?"

Without answering, I just grunted in pleasure. She gyrated her ass against me with caring attention as I planted more words.

"A young healthy man always needs proper cock stimulation by hot-looking MILFs, especially when those moms are parents of good friends of theirs. Good cock stimulation will lead to stronger performance in all fields of expertise, you know," she explained, saying exactly what I'd wanted her to say with one finger raised as she wiggled her ass against my dick. A sharp breath of air left her as her eyes gleamed, and she continued, "Ooh dicky dicky dick dicks! Mm cock sucking cock-ity pee-pees! Oooooh baby gimme some more of your cock-a-doodle-doo! I need to know what Imogene, my baby Imogene is totally getting herself in for in bed with you, stud!"

I wouldn't be able to contain myself for longer at this rate. Through harried breaths, I pushed my hips against her while she pushed down and we danced in a rhythmic act of lewdness. Me and her. I, Daniel Easley, and the mother of my supposed girlfriend, Imogene Marina.

My girlfriend...

I nearly came again, bucking my hips upward. It was just hitting me what I had done, how the world had actually changed because of me.

And how, with an extra tidbit of energy, I was currently getting off on the mom of a girl who was previously a stranger to me and now was a friend with which I was romantically involved whose parents didn't mind at all.

"Mmm," I moaned, and grabbed Mrs. Marina by the thigh and lower back as I pushed her against my dick even harder, circling it around my pelvis. Her ass felt so good. So warm.

"Oh yeah, honey," she approved, "showing initiative is very integral to success, either in the bed or in school."

I raised a brow, even while it furrowed into my eyes from the pleasure. That was of her own accord, not mine. It looked like once a thought was planted, they went along with it in the same spirit of your original alteration until you intervened again or, I supposed, the event/act over which it presided was complete. It made sense, as just like last time, after I had asked Abigail why she'd taken off her shirt she explained it without skipping a beat -- after all, it was her idea, so it was up to the rest of her to justify and align with it.

Gosh I didn't know. All I knew was that I could do what I want, and I did that by making others want what I want, and that was hot.

I looked at Mrs. Marina who was still grinding her ass onto me.

Swiftly, she swung her legs over me until one was on either side. She kicked off her heels, sending them over the head of the couch. She smiled warmly at me, her whole front body now in view as she circled her ass against my groin some more. Then she raised it and thrust it back and forth, sending vibrations through my dick in ways I've never quite experienced before.

An actual other person, another woman, an attractive woman, in fact, making me feel this good? Never! Myself, sure. But to think that I would have a hot middle-aged lady like this straddling me... another surge of power got to my head. The feeling was more than unreal.

It was intoxicating.

Let me cum in your mouth, I thought at her, and looking at me, Mrs. Marina grabbed my crotch through my pants and rubbed it with expert hands.

"Okay sweetie, time for some extra nutrition of my own," she unzipped my pants. "Do you mind?"

"No," I gasped.

"Great," she said with relief as the member of the hour popped out and slipped right into her hands and she stroked its hard, veiny shaft. In a matter of seconds, I felt my body tensing up. Mys. Marina tickled my ear with a toe as she laughed at my reaction and adjusted her position. With both knees under her, she moved her head down, looking on at the rod she was currently pumping just over the hairy balls curled against her fingers with motherly patience. Then finally, with her warm hand feeling the twitch through my shaft, she got into position saying, "Oh, here it comes."

Seized with lewd pleasure, my ass climbed upward from the couch, nearly causing my penis to bang Mrs. Marina in the eye. She swished her head to the side right in time, and as she promised, she took my manhood in her mouth and chugged down my swathing semen like a milk bottle.

Unable to help myself, I grabbed her head and shoved it down. "Yeah," I grunted, "Yeah, drink it up, drink all of it up..!!"

And Mrs. Marina did, getting every drop in her mouth until my exposed member returned to standby mode.

And thus, my first sexual encounter: with the hot middle-aged mother of the girl next door, who I barely knew until today. I gulped, finally coming to my senses. Whatever that meant.

I just had Imogene's mom get me off and swallow my cum. In her own house. And she didn't mind.

This day had just started and it was already more amazing than all of my days lived combined.

Feeling tired, I began to nod off, still affected from the pounding ache from that attempt at re-writing history. I felt the couch shake and a leg brush over my body, and something from Mrs. Marina about reliving her glory days, but otherwise ignored it. Even as I drifted off into dream-land, it occurred to me right before the shuttering of eyelids; whatever fantasies I had now would probably never beat reality again.