Matress Machinations

Sylvia stirred on the bed, sitting up the afternoon sun. Her head pounding, she looked down noticing her uncovered chest.

I must have drunk a lot of ****, Sylvia thought as she grasped the bed sheet and pulled it up to cover her breasts. Looking to her left, she saw the slumbering form of Gerald Sorenson, the eighteen-year-old boy that had been hired to mow the lawn.

What did I do, Sylvia thought, fearful of implications of the young boy, no… man, she corrected, in her bed.

His bright green eyes snapped open.

“What didn’t we do?” he smirked. Sylvia gasped, her groggy mind awakening to the soreness emanating from between her legs.

“Oh no,” she moaned. “What have I done?”

Gerald sat up next to her and ripped the bed sheet from her clutches baring her bouncing breasts to him.

“Well,” Gerald began. “We’ve fucked twice now, once downstairs in front of Helen and once up here before I fell asleep. You gave a blowjob after each fuck as well. Oh, and you promised me your daughter’s virginity, if she hasn’t lost it already. Either way, I still get to screw Misty.”

“In front of Helen?” Sylvia gasped.

“Oh, yeah,” Gerald smirked. “You were begging for it after watching Helen and I screw.”

“This couldn’t possibly be any worse,” Sylvia sniffled.

“You and Helen did promise to be my whores,” Gerald offered.

Sylvia began crying into her hands.

“There, there,” Gerald said, patting at her breasts. “It’ll be okay. After all, you both said I was better than your ex’s.”

Sylvia sobbed louder.

“You’ll get to screw more often as well,” Gerald offered. “And with me, you won’t have to worry about STDs or other diseases, and based off of this morning, you won’t have to masturbate after sex to get off, like you did with Jim.”

“I came?” Sylvia said, looking up over her slick fingers.

“Twice the first time,” Gerald nodded. “Third the second. I was a bit tired after the first fuck and blowjob so it took me longer on the second screw.”

“Well,” Sylvia said, regaining her composure. “I guess it won’t be so bad after all, but do you need to f… Make love to my daughter?”

“I won’t be making love to Misty,” Gerald laughed. “I’ll be screwing her. I’ve been jacking off every night this summer because of her teasing.”

“S, she’s been teasing you?”

“Oh, yes. She’d wag her bum at me, flaunt her breasts, stretch in front of me, etc. I’ve had enough. Misty’ll be dropping her drawers for me.”

“Oh,” Sylvia said downcast, concerned about her daughter’s actions. Relaxing, she curled up against Gerald’s chest, her fingers running up and down his tone skin.

“How do you plan on making her do that?” she asked.

“Helen was making cookies for Kevin’s party tonight, so I had her make some extra for Misty. Of course, they’ll be doped with a special concoction of mine.”

“Special concoction?”

“I am majoring in Chemistry with plans to go into Pharmacy,” Gerald frowned at the brunette. “R-2 was too strong. I’ve been able to make a weaker version that’ll lower a person’s inhibitions, keep them conscious of what they’re doing and make a person more agreeable. Perfect for ****.”

“How long does the effect last?”

“’Bout two hours. Two pills at once can make it four, three eight, and four twelve. Any more than that and brain damage is highly possible as well as addiction. I’ve always advised no more than two at once.”

“Do you sell a lot?”

“No,” Gerald said. “Only to a few trusted friends. I want it for my own use rather than out on the street. Besides, most guys in college who make use of roofies just use them for a single night of screwing. They blast the mind into submission and pound at the defenseless girl. Not good for the girl and more than likely the guy goes to jail.”

“Oh. What’ll happen to Misty?”

“She’ll eat some cookies,” Gerald said. “Get a little woozy and suggestible. We’ll then videotape her in a compromising situation.”

“Why not just f… screw her then?”

“I don’t want to **** her Sylvia. I want her willing consent to fuck. Maybe a little groveling as well.”

“How soon til Helen comes over with the cookies?”

“Before dinner,” Gerald said. “Helen’s bringing over some home-made pizza to eat.”

“What’ll we do til then? It’ll be an hour or so until we eat.”

“Well,” Gerald said. “I don’t know about me, but I think you’re going to have an appetizer…”

Sylvia smiled as Gerald pulled the covers away from his crotch.