Lust Potion

A week earlier Mrs. Hadley decided to make her fantasies come true, to make sure that Dustin would find her positively irresistible, despite her big secret. She made an uncharacteristic trip to an archaic herbalist outside of town, purchasing what was described to her as an ultra powerful aphrodisiac or a “lust potion”. She was guaranteed that whoever received such a potion would be entirely consumed by lust, for any and all around them, for at least 2 hours, so she was to be very careful about how and when it was consumed. As the label warned, “The recipient will seek sexual gratification incessantly for the duration of the potion and the vendor is not liable for any actions or experiences as a result of said potion, other than the failure to incite such reactions in said recipient.” Mrs. Hadley was banking everything on those “reactions” to bring Dustin to her on a silver platter. Going topless during her regular tanning sessions was just a bit of extra incentive to keep him interested while she figured out the best time for the two of them to be alone. Today was the day.

Dustin laid down next to his fence facing his neighbor’s backyard, peeping through a hollow knot near the bottom. He’d spent the last week thinking about Mrs. Hadley’s bare breasts, something he never thought he’d see during his “innocent” peepshows. For years he jerked it to his neighbor’s bikini clad body, glistening in the summer sun, and he thought that was all he needed. That was of course, until the week before. The difference was like night and day to Dustin, pale triangles surrounded her large light brown nipples, curving along the shape of her huge breasts. His cock was rock hard the moment he saw them, and her sunscreen rubdown just made him ache. He began to unzip his pants to release his pulsing erection, but at that moment Mrs. Hadley sat up in the lounge chair and looked him straight in his one visible eye, through the fence. Dustin pulled his head back and froze, after years of close calls, it seemed his luck had run out.

“I know you’re over there. No, don’t run. I’d hate to tell your mother about all the years you’ve been spying on me.” Mrs. Hadley said a little too loudly.

Dustin stayed where he was, paralyzed by fear, she had known the whole time. His heart was pounding and his unstoppable erection quickly fading. Mrs. Hadley simply laid back down and continued tanning.

“The gate’s unlocked. If you come over here I won’t tell anyone about your peeping. I’m sure we can work something out.” She kept peering through the fence hole, waiting to see a reaction.

Dustin’s mind reeled, he did not want to feel his Mother’s wrath from such an egregious offense, but he had no idea what to expect from his next door neighbor. Beyond polite greetings and passing gestures, he had never truly “met” her, and knew next to nothing about his sexy mature next door neighbor besides her tanning routine and the shape of her body. He hoped to high heaven that she would be merciful in whatever punishment she had in mind.

He did not speak as he slowly got up and trudged his way to her back gate, his head held low as he tried to hide his shame from no one in particular. The gate was open as she promised, and he quickly shut it behind him as he walked into his neighbor’s backyard. Dustin was surprised to find Mrs. Hadley sitting up off of the lounge chair she was using as a tanning bed. Dustin shuffled awkwardly to what he considered a safe distance, roughly 10 feet from Mrs. Hadley, and stood to await his punishment. He tried to keep his head lowered, but couldn’t help but glance at her huge breasts as they hung free from their confines, slick with lotion and shining in the sunlight.

“I. . .uh. . .I’m very sorry Mrs. Hadley,” Dustin stammered, “I didn’t think--”

Mrs. Hadley chuckled, her chest jiggling slightly with the act.

“Boys your age don’t think about much without using that,” She said, pointing at the growing bulge in Dustin’s pants. She jiggled her tits deliberately now, bringing a hand up to grab a nipple. “So I have a proposition for you. I won’t tell anyone about your spying if you do one simple task: drink this, and stay with me for a while.” She motioned to the little table next to her lounge chair, on it was a small shot glass full of a murky pink fluid.

Dustin stared at the shotglass for what seemed like a very long time, he never noticed the drink before. He was too focused on Mrs. Hadley’s amazing body to care about what she brought with her, and now he was very worried about just that. Although he was generally an adventurous kid, he’d never had a drink in his life. He’d seen shot glasses full of liquor but never tried them. All the glasses he’d seen were full of clear or amber liquid, but Mrs. Hadley’s offer just seemed odd. The pink liquid in her shot glass seemed too thick to be ****; it looked thick enough to be soup.