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Sex in a Bottle

By: Lost Boy



This was a request from a fan, I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment thanks! 

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It was a bleak January morning and I could hear the north wind howling mixed with the crashing of the waves on the beach. I shivered even though our house, I'm not sure I could call it a home anymore, was nice and toasty. It was a special day today was. Though I doubt anyone else in the family would see it that way. Today was the two year anniversary of my aunt's passing away. I lit the white candle as I always did in remembrance of the day her plane went down on her way home to us, to me. She had been many things to me, a friend, a mentor and in some ways the mother I never really had or have. Her name was Gina, I always thought of her as Gina with the emerald eyes and the ruby hair. For those that never knew her I guess it was fitting that her plane went down in a Category 5 hurricane. She was a force of nature herself. Though not to look at her with her demure smile and her old lady glasses and the prim and proper way she dressed. But get across the table from her when she wanted something and run for cover!

"Alex," my mother cried from the front room.

"Yeah Ginger," I replied.

"How many times have I asked you to call me mom," she called back.

"How many times have I asked you to quit drinking," I shot back the hurt and anger boiling over.

I heard the dull thunk of a heavy glass bottle hit the floor followed by her cry of pain. I rushed in and pulled her into my arms despite the strong smell of liquor on her breath and body.

"I'm sorry mom," I said as I rocked her.

She couldn't reply she just shook and wept for her lost sister and worst of all her twin. Though you wouldn't think to see her now, they were nearly identical the infamous Haddonstone Twins, but that was a lifetime ago lost down the neck of a bottle of booze. 

"I'm so sorry baby... I miss her so bad," she managed to spit out.

I could almost feel the rage and pain in those last two words... 'so bad'. They held a knife's edge in guilt and two lifetimes worth of regret. I held her until she quit sobbing and grew quiet in my arms.

"Did you light your candle for her Alex," mom asked.

"Yeah I did," I told her.

"You're a good son I wish I was a better mother," she said nearing the edge of darkness again.

"Mom stop, I'm sorry I said what I did."

"Never apologize for the truth baby," she said her voice a little clearer now.

"Are you hungry mom, want me to fix you something to eat?"

"No but I could use a shower, can you run one for me," she asked.

"Sure mom, you sit here and I'll start it and be right back to get you," I said knowing there was no way in hell she could walk on her own two feet right now.

I went upstairs and ran the water and returned to my mom who much to my surprise had left the bottle where it fell next to her chair. I walked to the other side of the chair, bent down and scooped her up into my arms and carried her up the stairs.

"When did you get so strong," she asked.

"Geez mom I've been working out and running the beach for years now," I said and I saw tears fill up her eyes again. "You just forgot is all don't worry about it."

She managed what passed for a smile and blinked the tears away. I lowered her down onto the toilet set and knelt in front of her.

"Can you manage or..." I asked but the way her head nearly careened into the wall told me she wasn't done needing my help.

I stripped her out of her stained t-shirt and panties and carried her into the shower. The water seemed to wake her up a bit and she lowered her head into the flow without falling forward. She shook out her long mane of red hair and then turned around her body pressing hard against mine. 

"Can you wash my hair for me baby," she asked.

"Sure mom," I replied trying to figure out how we were going to do this. "Can you stand on your own?"

"Yep," she said in her giddy voice and stood so close I could feel her body heat.

I licked my lips and bent down my face brushing against her breasts as I reached for the shampoo.

"Hehe, you touched my boobie," she giggled her bipolar in full swing now.

Welcome to manic phase ladies and gentlemen. I drizzled shampoo into my open palm and she turned around slowly and I applied it. Soon my hands and her hair was a mass of suds and bubbles. I was amazed as I looked down and saw that her hair when wet nearly touched her ass cheeks. Those fine globes of female flesh... 'stop it' I said to myself... just because she looks like Gina doesn't make her your lost aunt. Mom spun around suddenly and caught me staring and she smiled and dear god it was Gina's evil smile when she had caught me looking years back.

"Naughty boy," she slurred. "Hold me... so I can rinse my hair."

I slipped my hands onto her waist and she leaned arching her back and thrusting her curvaceous breasts towards me. I licked my lips and closed my eyes fighting the urge to... damn it man she's your mother for god's sake! Then I felt her pelvis press against my groin and the dirty little secret buried under my soaked shorts. I felt her stiffen and let out a soft sound. I opened my eyes and she was looking not at me but down at the full erection now pressing against her. Then she looked up as guilty as me and smiled.

"It's perfectly natural Alex," she began. "You are a young man in a shower with a naked woman. Don't beat yourself up over it."

I didn't respond I just frowned and she got up onto her tippy toes and kissed my forehead. Yet I didn't leave hell I couldn't leave. Next I handed her the sponge and body wash and held her as she washed the alcohol reek from her lovely skin. Her breasts covered in a layer of soap only to be rinsed away as she moved into the stream of falling water with me attached at the hips. I dare not let go of her for fear of the sickening sound of her tripping and hitting her head. Then she spun around and offered me the sponge.

"Do my back," she asked and I wordlessly nodded.

I took the sponge and slowly rubbed it over her shoulders then the middle of her back and finally the lower back. But I didn't stop there I washed her backside and even slid the sponge between her cheeks which produced a giggle from her. Then I knelt down and ran the sponge along the back of her legs and could see that naughty place then smelled her scent. I washed the other leg and truth be told I was reluctant to get back to my feet. But I stood and set the sponge down as she turned to face me and rinse her back. It was my turn to catch her staring at the more pronounced bulge in my shorts. Then she looked at me and smiled but there was something in her eyes something smoldering.

"I should let you finish," I said.

"Just one more spot then I'm done," she replied.

I swallowed hard and she turned around pressing her ass against my trapped flesh as she lifted one leg and set her foot up so she could clean between her legs. My resolve almost broke right then and there but somehow I managed to hold it together. She rinsed and was clean from head to toe.

"Thanks Alex," she said with what sounded like a purr in her voice.

"Anytime mom," I replied and the look she shot me was a mix of shock and something else something darker.

She left the shower under her own power and I waited until she had thrown a towel around her and left before I dared strip down and take care of my 'problem'. 

Panting and wheezing after a body shaking climax I washed up and turned off the water. I opened the shower door and damned if the bathroom door wasn't open just a crack and a green eye didn't meet my gaze as I stepped out then it was gone. She was watching me. She watched me... take matters in hand. She heard me when I cried out. I wasn't sure if I wanted to crawl up into a ball or what. I dried off wrapped a towel around me and walked to my room. I dressed for a walk on the beach and once I tied my tennis shoes I sat there for what felt like a very long time. My mom had watched me jack off in the shower! Or had my cry of release brought her running? I had to watch that in the future. 

Then I smelled the sweet aroma of bacon cooking. Mom was cooking? I couldn't remember the last time she had cooked for me. I headed downstairs and there dressed in an apron was dear sweet mom.

"I thought I'd fix you something after... well after all your help," she stammered. "It's the least I could do."

"Thanks I appreciate it and I'm sorry about," I said blushing furiously. "I'm sorry about..."

"...your erection. Honey like I said it's perfectly natural for a young man your age to have those sorts of reactions."

I noticed she didn't say 'forget about it' and that left a mental impression and imagery. 

"I fixed a pot of coffee, I didn't know if you were drinking that yet or not."

"Nah I'll stick with orange juice," I said.

"Orange juice coming up," she said walking over to the fridge and opening the door and bending over to retrieve the pitcher. 

Okay it wasn't like she was naked under the apron but when I saw her white silky panties my jaw dropped. Oh that was just plain mean! She closed the fridge door, grabbed a glass and bent over to pour my juice showing plenty of cleavage. Blink. Blink. I looked up at her and she just smiled like nothing was wrong. As I sipped my juice and thought over the sudden change in my mom I heard the sound of the mail dropping through the slot in the front door.

"I'll get it baby here eat up," she said loading my plate with food.

I know I shouldn't have done it but I did. I watched her walk to the front door and bend over to get the mail and she stood there bent at the waist while she looked at each and every piece of mail. My mouth was suddenly dry and I no longer saw my mom but my aunt Gina bent over and wiggling her ass at me. Oh boy I was losing it! I turned around before mom stood up and I saw her disappointed expression on her face until she handed me my mail and glanced down between my legs. Then she was all smiles again the evil woman. I fanned the three letters and each one was from a prominent university just not the one I was hoping for. Mom noticed the frown.

"Nothing from NYU baby," she asked.

"No," I said as I set them aside and began to eat.

"Can I open them," she asked and I nodded with a piece of bacon in my mouth. "Wow... Yale... Princeton... Miskatonic? I didn't know you applied to Miskatonic?"

"I didn't," I told her.

"Hmm that's interesting," she mused as she opened the first letter and her eyes lit up. "OH Sweetie you've been accepted to Yale your dad will be so proud, he went to Yale you know."

Then she saw my expression.

"What's wrong Alex?"

I held up a finger, rose to my feet and jogged up to my room and got the 'other' letters. I returned to the kitchen and handed over my other correspondence. She looked at the letterheads and her jaw literally dropped.

"Brown, Dartmouth, Columbia, Harvard... holy shit they all accepted you baby!"

"Yeah," I said as I speared some more scrambled egg.

"What's wrong Alex," mom said staring at me. "Baby other people would kill to get into any of these schools."

"I'm not other people," I said my voice getting louder than I intended. "They are not NYU mom!"

"You want to follow in Her footsteps don't you baby, your Aunt Gina?"

"Yeah...," I said and now it was me crying. "Is that so wrong?"

Suddenly she was in my lap holding me close my face pressed into her bosom.

"Shhh..." she whispered in my ear. "It's okay Alex... it'll be okay baby... I miss her too."

Mom rocked me and god help me the only thing I could do was take in her scent, the heat of her body and especially the heat between her legs settled so damn close to me. She isn't Gina I screamed in my mind but my body didn't seem to care. Then mom was ruffling my hair with her fingers and speaking again.

"...wouldn't want you to throw away a chance at a great education..."

She was talking about Gina and she was right of course. I didn't have to go to NYU to follow in her footsteps any college would do. I just had to do my best and do what I wanted to make her proud. I looked up and saw that mom had been crying too.

"Thanks mom," I said and she hugged me tighter still.

She got up and adjusted her apron and sat next to me and sipped her coffee. Yet her scent lingered and that made me smile in a disturbingly comfortable way. 

"Do you miss him," I blurted out meaning my dad.

"I miss the man I met and married," she said softly. "But I don't miss the cheating bastard who left us for a younger woman. Does he ever call you Alex?"

Her voice was filled with bitterness and anger.

"I'm sorry I brought it up mom," I said.

"Its okay, do you miss him," she asked.

"Sometimes," I admitted. "I guess it's worse around fall when we used to go camping all the time."

"Those were good times," she said. "Don't let go of those memories Alex they are part of who you are."

"I won't, I know it's stupid but I still hold out hope that he'll figure out how stupid he has been and come back."

"He can always be your father, but he'll never be my husband ever again."

And that was that. I nodded and finished my breakfast in silence. My thoughts turned inward to all those wonderful years my dad had been there for me, for us. Before he became Stephen 'the surgeon' Strange. He had worked so hard to make a name for himself on Wall Street. Then when he showed not just a knack but a preternatural skill for acquiring, dissecting and profiting from failing companies. That's when he became 'the surgeon' and lost us in the ever growing profits that ate up his time and his love for us. I never met 'that slut' as my mom refers to her; the woman who slept her way into my dad's life and managed to sever his ties with us. I will admit I hated that faceless person but now it's more of resentment towards my dad for never calling and his thoughtless birthday and Christmas gifts. 

"OH HELL," I blurted out.

"What's wrong sweetie," my mom asked.

"Christmas gifts..." I said smiling.

"I don't understand," she said shaking her head.

"Aunt Gina's Christmas gift I never opened it I was saving it for today," I explained.

"Well go get it," mom urged me and I raced upstairs to my bedroom.

I literally dove under my bed where the package lay behind some dirty socks and the remote control I swore I had lost. I drug the heavy bundle out grateful that the paper allowed it slide so easily on the carpeted floor. I lugged it down the stairs and into the living room where mom sat on the floor waiting for me scissors in hand. Now normally I would have torn the wrapping paper to shreds but this being the very last gift from Aunt Gina I agreed with mom and even gave her the honors.

"You can cut it open if you want," I said and she smiled and nodded.

She thoughtfully examined the package and its queer black foil paper. I thought it kind of macabre for a Christmas gift but then again it was Gina we were talking about. My mom pulled at the strings that were tied so elegantly in a silvery bow and they fell away with barely a whisper. Then she snipped at the critical points to retrieve the paper in a single sheet and left the rest to me. The box and box it was all dark wood and brass accents was lovely to the eye. It was double hinged on the top with inset brass knobs and a weird looking design like a five pointed star but it was more intricate with other symbols woven in as well. I looked at mom and she just shrugged.

"Okay here goes," I said as I lifted up the two halves and looked down into darkness. "What the hell?"

I reached in and felt something smooth and round but could not actually see it. I slid my other hand in and took hold of the cool hard object and lifted. It wasn't until it was all the way out that I could make out the shape and form of the grinning crystal skull. Now that was classic Aunt Gina, procurer of the ancient and bizarre. I set the skull down on the carpet and when I looked into the box I saw there were two envelopes and a leather bound book as well. The first envelope was addressed to me and was flat and skinny. The second envelope was not addressed to anyone but bulged to capacity with whatever was sealed inside. I handed the skinny envelope to mom and she opened it and almost immediately began to cry.

"It's from Gina," she said a hand at her mouth.

"Read it mom," I said with a smile.

"Okay..."

"To my dear nephew Alexander, I can't believe that when you read this you are going to be 18! I am writing this on that lovely portable desk you found when I dragged you to Paris on your thirteenth birthday, remember? I hope your mom has forgiven me for taking you to that cabaret, how did I know it was topless? I bet you have a fondness for... never mind that... hehe. Well I was here in Bucharest at one of the local digs spying on some possible acquisitions for a certain buyer of mine when what should they dig up but this fine skull you hold in your hands. I won't tell you how much or what I had to do to get it for you but I hope you like it. Saying that you'll find my contribution to your college fund in the other envelope and I bet your mother is making 'that' face of hers even as you read this out loud. Tell her I miss her and love her. Oh hell I love you both so damn much. Now as for the book that is a project for you from me. If you ever wondered if I missed that wide eyed look you got when I lugged you from one side of the planet to the other on our summer vacations and treasure hunts, I did not. I suspect you have a hankering to follow old crazy Aunt Gina one of these days so I got you your own honest to goodness mystery to solve. I have had this in my private collection for some time now. It is a hand written volume with some rather interesting illustrations in it. The characters and language are a mystery to me and everyone I've ever shown it to. It could simply be a personal cipher that someone created for their own use or hell it could be a lost language. That's for you to discover, at your leisure of course. Once you open this it's all yours so don't come nagging me for the secret because I haven't figured it out but keep it safe I feel that it's rare and valuable. If you want any hints there is a business card inside of a friend of mine in New York, look him up he's a hoot! Well I got to run I have a flight to catch. Love you all! Gina."

Mom held the letter her head down and I could see that she was crying but she was also smiling.

"She writes like she talks," I said and mom pointed to her nose and nodded.

I handed mom the second envelope and she opened it and gasped. When I looked closer it was a fistful of hundred dollar bills.

"There must be ten thousand dollars or more here," mom exclaimed.

"She never did trust banks," I commented.

"No she didn't," mom agreed.

I took the book from the box and it smelled old. I gingerly opened it and saw what she meant by weird, none of the hand written letters was recognizable or fell into any pattern I had ever seen. I flipped through it and here and there were the illustrations as she called them and they ranged from what the fuck to the truly disturbing. I closed it and returned it to the box. Suddenly I did a double take and looked at the full sized crystal skull that had to stand at least ten inches or more and then the height of the box. There's no way that skull could have come from a box only four inches high. Mom was distracted by the cash and I just kept this little irregularity to myself for now. I picked up the skull and took it upstairs to a place of honor on my nightstand. What to do with the book? I had a safety deposit box that my dad had set up for me; he had liked to give me bonds for each of my birthdays besides the regular gifts. I guess he wanted me to learn about saving and the value of money early in life. That was the safest place I could think of putting it for now. 


Sex in a Bottle Ch. 02



Here is the second installment I hope you enjoy. 

Please vote and comment and if you have any suggestions please feel free to contact me. 

Chapter 02

Midnight Train to Tokyo

Suddenly I was no longer in the kitchen I was standing but my right arm was up gripping a metallic handle hanging from the ceiling. The ceiling belonged to a train and not just any train. I looked out the windows and saw the mountains off in the distance and whizzing passed a large Japanese prayer gate. Holy Shit I was in Japan! That meant that this must be one of those bullet trains. 

I was a little confused. The very last thing I remember was her breath on my skin and me wishing. Oh hell that's it; I had wished to make love in an exotic location! But if this was my wish where was she at? I looked around at the deserted car and she didn't magically appear in a puff of smoke. I walked to the rear of the car and there was no one in the car behind this one. Then I walked up to the front of my car even as the train slowed to a stop. We had reached one of the stations. I heard the hydraulic hiss as the doors opened but no one entered my car. But when I looked at the car in front of mine there she was! 

The train began to move again and Ginger appeared completely oblivious to me. Then I saw the ear buds and the MP3 player tucked into her upper jacket pocket. The jacket she wore bore the crest of a private school which matched her Japanese School Girl persona perfectly. Ginger turned away and reached up into her hair, removed the hair spike and down tumbled her long mane of auburn hair. She reached into her pocket and retrieved two scrunchies and proceeded to divide and put her hair up into pigtails. Next Ginger took out her MP3 player and scrolled through until she found the right song and tucked it into her blouse pocket now. The jacket was being unbuttoned to the beat of her music. Soon the jacket was tossed onto one of the trains benches and with a quick look around she kicked off her patent leather shoes and was dancing around the train car. 

After a little while she paused and reached down and slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Ginger stepped out of it and bent over giving me a glorious view of her firm round ass. She was wearing panties but they did little to hide her curvaceous backside. She tossed the skirt next to the jacket and selected a new song and was dancing to a slower more sensuous beat now. Arms out and up she bent her knees and rocked her hips left and right and she moved to a standing position. Then she thrust her hips forward and back slowly, erotically as if she were making love. Damn woman! 

With another quick glance she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and I licked my lips in anticipation as more and more of her flawless skin appeared. Finally the last button was undone and the shirt parted and I could see Ginger was not wearing a bra and also her breasts were still hidden beneath the damnable material. Tease! I adored her with my eyes as she moved fluidly from one movement to the next all the while I wanted her. No, I needed her more than my next breath but still I waited until the proper moment. When the song ended she smiled a wicked little grin and reached down and tugged her panties off. She let them fall down one leg then kicked them until they arched and landed on the bench. She held that leg up in the air for a long moment as if wanting me to see her glistening slit that beckoned me so. Then she lowered her leg and brought her thumb up to her mouth and set her teeth on the meaty part and I could see she was trying to make up her mind. With a dazzling smile Ginger walked determinedly to the bench and took the ear buds out and set the MP3 player down amongst her things. 

A last look around and she slowly peeled off the shirt and set it down. Ginger stood up and I took in all her naked skin so smooth and free of any blemish. Then I saw the carefree expression on her face now that she was free of all that inhibiting clothing. All save the soft cotton socks that is. 

Now she struck a pose and danced to music in her mind and I watched entranced by my mother's youthful beauty. It's her but she appears little older than I am now. Her breasts are firmer and fuller with nipples so hard they beg to be licked and suckled. I look down and see her flatter tummy and the cute little belly button. Below that her trimmed sex with its stripe of red hair above her soaked sex. As she dances I can see that her juices have slid down her inner thigh making them wet and shiny. Now she is bent over her ass pointed at me and she is slapping one of her ass cheeks teasingly and I can almost envision her in a strip club dancing for the mob of fans. Her hips move like liquid silver and as she stands up I admire her long neck and the gentle S-curve of her spine that leads to her naughty bottom.

She turns suddenly and stalks over to the door separating the two cars and makes eye contact with me. She smiles slowly and presses her breasts against the glass flattening them slowly. Her eyes close and I can hear her soft moan of need. I reach up and place my hand on the other side of the glass opposite her breast. Her eyes snap open and she sees my hand and then looks at me. 

'Come to me,' she mouths and with an evil smile returns to the center of her car and waited.

Taking a deep breath I opened the connecting door and stepped into her car. She stood frozen to the spot her head down but her eyes bright and clear. I crossed the distance between us and took her into my arms.

"Are you my lover," she asked playfully and I nodded. "You're just in time."

She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. The moment our lips touched I knew this was no dream. Her hungry mouth on mine our bodies pressed tight and our desire ignited like a sunburst. Ginger breaks our kiss so suddenly it leaves me breathless and wanting more. She grabs the bottom of my t-shirt and yanks it above my head and tosses it away. Then her arms slowly slide over my shoulders and around my neck. Next I felt her hard pebble-like nipples pressing into my chest as her body molded to mine. She kissed my neck with a light touch of lips that drove me mad. Now she was chewing on my ear lobe and whispering naughty things.

"Did you like the show I gave you Alex," she purred. "Did you see how wet dancing for you made me?"

"I loved the show and yes I saw how wet you are," I moaned in her ear.

"What are we going to do about it," she said as I felt her hands move down to my waist.

"I don't know about 'we' but I hope to god that 'you' show me a really good time."

"Am I supposed to call you good time Alex now or just drop down on my knees and worship your cock?"

I just smiled and she bit her lip and nodded. With a kiss on my cheek she slowly dropped to her knees then looked up as she undid my belt with her teeth. She never broke eye contact even as she freed my cock and began to make love to it. As I watched my cock slip between her lips and felt her tongue tease me I let out a loud moan. As her head bobbed forward and back she swirled her tongue around the shaft and applied delicious suction. 

I fought the urge to grab her by the hair and fuck her throat. Ginger had ideas of her own down those same lines of thought. As I watched her lips moved inexorably downward towards the base of my cock. Her eyes lit up as she deep throated me seeing the pleasure she was giving me. Ginger seemed to be delighting in my sounds and facial features. The more pleasure I received the more she wanted to feel me blow down her throat. She started out nice and slow but soon her eagerness got the better of her and Ginger's head moved quicker and she sucked harder still. Though she never said a word her eyes screamed feed me Alex, feed me cum. 

I fought the urge and she battled me tongue and lips until she was rewarded. I was shaking fiercely as the last bit of my self control faltered then with a blood curdling cry Ginger gobbled up my load. I watched her throat muscles work as she swallowed and with a gasp of victory she stared me down. She licked her lips and milked the last drops onto her tongue so I could see.

"My turn," I moaned weakly.

She got to her feet and smiled.

"MMMMMMMMMM yes it is," she purred. "Now get on your knees boy toy."

I began to argue with her and then saw that wicked gleam in her eye and just smiled before I slowly dropped down to one knee. In a very unladylike display she set one foot on my shoulder and pulled her labia apart for me to see how absolutely soaked she was.

"Start licking boy toy," Ginger moaned as she reached for my head and pulled me close.

I stuck out my tongue and tentatively tasted her and her growl/groan egged me on. I buried my face between her legs and slowly lapped at her pussy in nice long strokes of my tongue from bottom to top. Each time my tongue slid over her clit her body shook with a deep shudder and I was rewarded with a guttural sound from my mother. I moved my head a little faster now as I reached up and behind gripping her ass cheeks. My hands began massaging and kneading those fine globes of woman flesh as my tongue began to flicker over her clit.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN gods yes Alex that's perfect... UH HUH... just like that..."

I felt Ginger's fingers dig into my hair pulling me closer still as I licked and suckled her clit while my nails dug into her ass cheeks. I could hear her breath become louder, more erratic as she got closer and closer to coming. I guess I was her boy toy and after a brief moment of thinking that over I was perfectly okay with that role, for the moment that is. I let go of one of her ass cheeks and eased two fingers inside of my mom's pussy and felt her internal muscles grip them tight as she fought off a strong orgasm. But when I began thrusting them in and out of her while I suckled her clit her resistance failed utterly. Her hips began to buck and her cry of release was loud and strong as she thrust her pussy against my lips. 

Ginger lowered her leg to the floor of the train car and I could see it was quivering. I quickly stood up as she shakily clung to me her eyes half closed and her breath still coming in gasps. As I pulled her close to me and my hardness slid between and beneath her that sensitive clit of hers couldn't take the stimulation and once more she cried out as she came... again. She clung to me as her orgasm crashed over her and her teeth sank into the flesh of my shoulder. 

When she was recovered enough she kissed the spot she had bitten and lifted her head to look up at me. The pure unbridled hunger there was met with equal desire in my kiss as my lips met hers. As our tongues dueled Ginger began to rock her hips back and forth over my hard length and I could feel her heat and wetness. She was driving both of crazy at this point and I had never been happier. She broke the kiss and looked at me from beneath that long mane of red hair her green eyes sparkling. She bit her lower lip and then smiled as she turned away, walked over to the far side of the car and knelt on the opposite bench from me. She stuck her ass out and pressed her breasts against the cold glass flattening them for all outside to see now. Ginger looked over her shoulder at me her eyes smoldering with lust and I knew that at last it was time.

All I had to do was take a few steps, take my cock in hand and I would feel her tight wet pussy wrapped around me. Oh how I wanted to savor this moment but that was not to be. My body's hunger took over and I strode over and without so much as a pause I slammed my cock into her and listened to her cry of pleasure echo in the confined space. My hands latched onto her hips and then I was thrusting hard and fast into my mom's tight cunt. Her position left her little room to move and so it was up to me to make her come. I looked down drawn by the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her. Her juices were making the shaft all shiny in the electric lighting of the train car and oh the feel of her pussy squeezing me as I fucked her. We were way passed making love no this was nothing short of a grudge fuck. This was only for pleasure there was no love here only pure untainted lust. 

I thrust up into her now in quick hard movements of my hips and listened for each and every grunt of hers. I loved the sounds she made. As I ground my hips into her I bent over and licked her spine from bottom to top and heard her little gasp of surprise followed by a deep growl of need.

"Let me ride you Alex let me fuck you now," her voice deep and hungry.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM I don't know I kind of like having you like this," I told her as I rammed my cock deep into her.

"UNNNNNNN... you'd like it better with me riding you I promise," she growled.

"Welllllllllll I don't know," I said smiling now liking her needing my permission.

"Please Alex I am begging you let me straddle you, wrap my tight little pussy around you and fuck you deep and hard."

"I'm just not convinced," I replied feeling her body tensing.

"I'll fuck you with my tits and let you spray cum all over my face..." she purred. "...wouldn't you like to see that?"

My answer was to slowly pull out of her pussy and sit down next to her. Her eyes were ablaze with need as she did as she had promised. She straddled me nice and slow and sunk down burying my cock deep into her tight little pussy.

"I told you so," she moaned as she began to squeeze me with her pussy muscles.

She placed her hands on my shoulders as her hips began to rise and drop. I say drop because once only the head of my cock was left inside of her she let gravity do all the work. The wonderful jolt of pleasure was nothing short of amazing. After a little bit of that she began teasing me by lifting up and rocking her hips a bit teasing the tip with the opening of her pussy. When I could take it no longer she slammed her hips down and howled as she came suddenly and unexpectedly. 

"Damn I didn't feel that one coming," she said when she could speak again.

Then Ginger was back to lifting and dropping her hips fucking me in nice long movements.

"How does that feel Alex? You like my pussy wrapped around you? MMMHMMMM I can tell by how hard you are inside of me. MMMMMMMMMM I can feel you stretch me... pierce me... OOOOH and fill me up. Are you getting close Alex? Do you want to feel my tits wrapped around you? They are so soft and firm. Don't you want to shoot cum all over my tits and face?"

"Damn woman you are driving me crazy," I gasped.

"Good, that means I am doing everything perfect," she purred in my ear. "Well, tell me Alex... pussy or tits? HMMM want to see your cock shoot all over me? I know you do you are getting harder inside of me a cock doesn't lie."

Without a word from me she lifted up and off and moved to a kneeling position between my legs. She trapped my cock between those soft firm tits of hers and began massaging me. Ginger made soft cooing noises now trying to coax the cum from me. She was licking her lips in anticipation and closed her eyes as she felt my cock swell between her tits. Damn but they felt good! I was the one panting now. I was the one gripping the steel pole knuckles whitening by the moment. I was the one grunting each time her tits moved up and down on the length of me. Then at the perfect moment she grabbed the shaft and began jacking me off the head pointed at her throat for a nice even dispersal or so I guessed. It didn't take much of that to launch me over the edge and with a loud piercing cry cum erupted all over her tits, throat and face. 

I don't remember shutting my eyes but when I opened them there she was thick ropes of cum all over her. She was licking her lips and her expression was of a woman well fucked. 

"Damn Alex that was a lot of pent up desire," she moaned as she rubbed cum into her tit flesh. "You need to get laid more often."

Dream Lover:

Suddenly and quite abruptly I was back in the kitchen. I looked around but still felt that fuzzy just fucked warmth all the way through me.

"Damn I needed that," I moaned.

"Then Master is pleased," Adura asked.

"Oh and then some," I told her.

"Do you wish your mother to remember this or just have it as a very vivid dream?"

"Um, maybe we should start off with this just being a dream for her," I said thinking out loud. "I don't want her freaking out or anything you know?"

"I understand, you care about her mental well being," Adura replied. "Master is truly a loving and thoughtful son."

"So that is what mom looked like when she was my age huh?"

"Yes indeed, she was as you say it very hot," Adura said with a smile.

I returned my attention to finishing cooking breakfast when I heard mom's footsteps coming down the stairs. She entered the kitchen and all she was wearing was a silk nightie that barely covered her sex and ass cheeks. I could see her nipples poking out at the material and she appeared half awake at the moment. She sat down and I set down a cup of freshly brewed coffee in front of her fixed just the way she liked it.

"Morning sleepy head," I said glancing at her cleavage the low cut top provided.

"Morning... MMMMMMMM coffee," she groaned.

"How'd you sleep?"

"I had the craziest dream," she said between sips of coffee.

"Do tell," I said pouring a glass of orange juice. "Breakfast will be done is just a bit."

"You are so good to me," she said and stopped dead in her sentence. "Fixing breakfast I mean."

"You deserve it," I told her. "I mean after all the nice things you do for me."

"Hehe yeah," she said giggling.

"You okay mom?"

"Yep never better," she purred and I could see the rosy glow on her cheeks.

"You are absolutely glowing this morning," I said. "Did you have a guy sneak in here while I was asleep?"

"NO... no not exactly," she said with an evil grin.

"Ah then the dream fairy must have laid a good one on you."

"And how," she said dreamily.

I placed her breakfast in front of her and she attacked it with great gusto. Yep she definitely had that freshly fucked look and appetite. I let her eat in peace while I fixed my own plate and sat opposite her. Occasionally she would look up, blush and then return to her food. A part of me felt guilty and the other part was enjoying knowing what she had 'dreamt' about. After we were done she gathered up the dirty dishes and began washing them which was really strange since we had a brand new dish washer installed just a couple of months back.

I turned around and her ass cheeks were like right there and if the material were just a little shorter I could have seen the slit of her sex quite easily. She wasn't overtly flashing me but just this side of the line. If she bent over just a little... well that would have been crossing it without a doubt. 

"I am glad you are in such a good mood today," I said.

"Me too, so what do you want to do today? You have a few more days off before Christmas break is over."

"Part of me just wants to lounge around," I said and I saw her bite her lip. "The other part wants to find out if Giovanni is okay. I'm kind of worried about the guy you know?"

"Yeah, well how about we do both. Let me make some phone calls and find out where he was taken and we can brave the icky weather. Then afterwards we can come home warm up with some hot chocolate and get comfy."

I swear she was going to say get naked by the look on her face.

"Sounds good to me, I'll go take a shower while you make those calls."

Was it my imagination or did she just whimper?

"Okay Alex... enjoy your shower..."

I got up and felt just a little bit evil as I went upstairs and started the water. I stripped down and slipped beneath the hot water and let out a sigh. I felt hard nipples press into my back and looked to see Adura naked behind me.




Sex in a Bottle Ch. 02



"MMMMMMMMMMMM does Master wish me to wash his back," she purred.

"How can I say no with that look on your face?"

"What look is that Master," she asked her eyes lighting up.

"That one," I said pointing. "...That I'll gobble you up in one bite look."

"OH... that look... hehe... can you blame a sex starved spirit when so comely a young man as you is so close?"

"I guess I could let you scrub my back."

"MMMMMMMMMMM thank you Master," she purred as I handed her the soapy sponge.

Then I heard it hit the shower floor as the body wash levitated up and passed me. I looked over my shoulder and wasn't too surprised to see her lathering up her large firm tits.

"You never said what I had to wash your back with," Adura said with a smile.

"Nice nipples," I commented on her half dollar sized puffy nipples with their dark areoles. 

"I am glad you like," she said. "I picked them out just for you."

"That's a first."

"Well the more I learn about you Master the more I will tailor my appearance to please you."

"So less metallic colors and more flesh tones, pity I really liked that about you."

"Then I shall keep, as you said, the metallic shades if they please you."

"I liked you as you were," I told her. "You don't need to change to please me."

"Master," she said her voice sounding strained. "I have never met anyone quite like you."

Then she was pressing her breasts against my back and I let out a low moan loving that simple intimacy very much. Adura's arms circled my waist as she made slow circles with her nipples.

"I guess I am not like other guys," I moaned.

"Not since Great Suleiman have I met one so wise and so young."

"Did you bathe with him too," I asked.

"Many times Master," she moaned as her hands found my hardness and began teasing me.

"What kind of wishes did you grant him?"

"No one has ever asked me that question before," she said her voice having a kind of wistful quality to it. "At heart he was a simple man despite his station. His desires were simple as well. Often he would ask me to show him my homeland and we would take a walk, make love and he would marvel at the alien beauty before him."

"Interesting, could you... I mean," I stammered.

"You wish to see my homeland Master?"

"Um yes and safely return of course," I added.

"Of course Master," Adura said with a purr. "I would never do anything to harm you. I will tell you this. In the thousands of years I have been a slave yours is the gentlest heart I have ever encountered. I would do much to preserve that like a rare gem hidden within."

"Thank you Adura."

"So shall we?"

I heard the door to the bathroom creak open and I spied my mom slipping in and setting down a towel.

"Thanks mom," I said and she straightened up and stood there for a long time. "You okay?"

"Yeah, still waking up is all," she replied.

"Is that dream still bothering you?"

"Oh I never said it bothered me per se," she said her voice taking on an excited tone.

"I take it that it was exciting?"

"MMMMMMMMMM very," she almost moaned.

I could see her silhouette and she was touching herself now. I wondered if she could see the outline of my hard cock through the frosted glass of the shower's door.

"Do you need to take a cold shower," I offered.

"MMMMMMAYBE," she purred this time.

"Should I get out and let you have it?"

"NO... I mean no sweetie you finish up and I'll take one later," she said a hint of alarm creeping into her voice.

"Tell me about it," I asked.

"WHAT?"

"I thought that maybe if you talked about it you'd feel better."

"Oh Alex you don't want to hear about your mom's dirty little dream."

"I guess it wasn't that interesting then," I replied.

"I never said that," she shot back.

"OH so it was hot and bothered then, gotcha!"

"Yes mister smarty pants it was. It was hot and wild and so very not like real life."

I heard her sit on the toilet and the soft sound of silk as she parted her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips and I knew she was masturbating out there. Unable to resist I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. Could she see what I was doing?

"Alex," her voice was barely a whisper. "What are you doing Alex?"

"Busted," I said. "So are you going to tell me about it?"

"I'm embarrassed," she admitted yet I still heard the heat in her voice.

"MMMMMMMMMMM," I said still stroking myself. "I don't believe you."

"Alex... Alex, are you masturbating?"

"Yes."

"Why," she asked.

"Well you are all hot and bothered so I guess it must be infectious," I said my cock iron hard now.

"Can I... oh god..." she whimpered.

"Can you what mom?"

"Can I see it?"

"See it," I asked. "See what?"

"Can I see your penis son? It's been so long since... oh god I am so sorry."

I slid open the door and she stared at my hard flesh.

"Better take that off," I advised her.

"What...?"

"Better take that nightie off or it'll get soaked."

"What makes you think..." she began.

"...shut up and come in here and jack me off woman." I demanded.

She stood up and removed the nightie slowly revealing her curvaceous form to my gaze. I licked my lips and she stepped in and pressed herself against me. Mom was shaking like a leaf. I closed the door and even as I did that I felt her hand wrap around me. I slipped my arms around her and moaned in her ear.

"NNNNNNNNNNNN that feels so good."

She looked up under her half soaked mane of hair. Her eyes burned with mischief and she was biting her lower lip just like on the train.

"Tell me about it," I asked again as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze. "UNNNNNNNN."

Ginger smiled now and stroked and squeezed me in slow deliberate motions.

"You can cum on my thigh if you want," she offered.

"Fine, keep your story," I said pouting as my hands moved down to her ass cheeks.

"MMMMMMMMMM what are you doing?"

"Playing with your ass," I said as I began to massage her cheeks.

"NNNNNNNNNNO that's not... oh god that feels good..."

Her resolve was quickly fading. I bent my knees a bit so I could reach a little further and when my finger touched her soaked slit she almost jumped out of her skin.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned loudly. "Alex are you playing with my pussy now?"

"Yep, it only seems fair considering. Should I stop?"

"NO... oh god no... please don't stop," she begged.

"Okay I won't, now put your foot up on the side of the shower," I said. "It'll be easier to finger you that way."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Okay," she purred as she did as I asked. "I'm soaked."

"Yes I can see that," I said as I reached between us and slid two fingers into her. "How does that feel?"

I was fingering her while she jacked me off. Her eyes were half closed and her breathing labored but her hand was latched on with a death grip. 

"Look down," I said.

Mom's head tilted and she stared at her hand as it pleasured me. Then she looked at my fingers as they stabbed deep into her pussy nice and slow.

"Now tell me."

"It was a train... but not like any train I have ever seen before," she said the words tumbling out now. "I got on and this urge took over... the urge to be free, to be naked."

"I get that I hate wearing clothes," I admitted. "...So damn confining."

"MMMMMMMMMMM exactly, damn you are so hard in my hand Alex," she moaned.

"Continue please," I asked moaning as she squeezed me tighter.

"I knew I was being watched but I got naked anyway. I wanted to let him see me. Show him my body without shame or fear. I... I danced for him."

"I can see that," I said through gritted teeth.

"Are you getting close baby," mom asked and I nodded. "Can I?"

"What do you want from me," I asked her.

"Can I taste it," she asked / begged. "...please."

"You want to lick it or more...?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMORE," she groaned.

"You want to suck me off...?"

"Oh gods yes... am I a terrible mother?"

"That all depends."

"Depends on what," she asked.

"On how good you give head I suppose."

She actually laughed as she dropped down to her knees. The stream of water struck the back of her hair and soon it was plastered to her back. I looked down and swallowed hard.

"So beautiful," I whispered and her eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"I'm not her," mom said as she lowered her mouth to my hardness.

"I know," I groaned as she took me between her lips.

I felt her tongue and I braced myself as she began to lick and suck me now. I looked down and her eyes were there waiting. I was breathing hard now as she bobbed her head forward and back now. Slowly more and more of my cock slid down her throat until my mom was deep throating me with no difficulty. 

"Oh damn that feels amazing," I grunted as she reached for my ass cheeks and using them for leverage began to move her head faster now. "Holy Shit..."

I watched as her cheeks caved in as she applied suction and her tongue did things no one had ever done before. When she felt me begin to swell in my mouth she switched tactics and wrapped her fist around the shaft and began to stroke me hard and fast.

"Give it to me Alex... let me drink your cum... I need it so damn bad..."

I was gasping for breath like I had run a marathon or something. I was gritting my teeth as I fought to hold on just a little longer. But mom was relentless and wrapped her lips around the head and began to lick and suck now. I knew the battle was lost and with a howl of pleasure I watched as she swallowed my load. I could see her swallow over and over as I shot down her throat. Still she stroked me and continued to suck and with a cry of shock I came again and once more she gobbled up my cum.

"STOP... you're killing me..." I cried out.

"Relax Alex, I take it nobody has done that to you before?"

"UM No... I've never come back to back until now."

"Good, I'm glad the old lady can still teach you a thing or two."

"You are not old, not by a long shot," I was catching my breath.

"Thanks," she said as she got to her feet.

I dropped down suddenly and buried my face between her legs. Her gasp of surprise was short lived as she began to moan.

"Alex... you don't have to... oh dear god..."

"Bend over and let me finger you from behind," I said.

"UH OKAY," she said dreamily.

Mom bent over from the waist revealing her wet slit and I eased two fingers into her and the shudder told me it had been a very long time. Slowly I fingered her pussy as I eyed her little brown eye staring at me.

'Do it Master," Adura whispered. 'Watch her lights go on.'

I smiled to myself before I brought my tongue to her asshole and began to lap. Adura was right mom's legs began to shake as she moaned in surprise.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Alex... SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS my asshole is very sensitive be gentle."

'She wants a finger or two there Master.'

I let my tongue flicker over her asshole and watch the result. Then I eased one of the fingers slick with her pussy juice into her ass. I used my other hand to finger her pussy now. 

"How's that," I asked.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN god that feels good," she whispered.

I alternated the thrusting fingers so while two went into her pussy one was coming out of her ass. She was panting and her pussy was soaked and flowing now. I knew that if I stood up and eased my cock in her she wouldn't fight me but what about after? We hadn't crossed that line, yet. I wasn't going to be the one to do that. She must want it. Wishing was one thing reality was something different. 

"Enjoying yourself," I asked.

"Short of cock yes I am," she moaned.

Was that an offer? Did she want me to fuck her? I just wasn't sure.

"Another finger," I offered.

"MMMMMMMMMMM yes please," she growled.

I eased a second finger into her ass and then slid the other two into her pussy. Now I could plow both holes with one hand. I moved my hand slowly at first but it obvious she wanted me to do it harder. I thrust in quick hard jabs and each was rewarded with a louder grunt than the one before it. Mom braced herself against the side of the shower and was thrusting against my fingers now. 

"God that feels so damn good baby," she called out.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"UH HUH..."

"Shall I keep fingering you?"

"UH HUH..."

I thrust my fingers faster and harder now watching her legs quiver and I knew she was close.

"Do you want my cock?"

"..." mom's head came up and she looked over her shoulder at me. "UNNNNNNNNNNN."

She was saved by her orgasm as she squeezed her eyes shut as she came and I felt her pussy squeeze my fingers like a vice. Damn that would have felt amazing around my dick. Repeating her instruction I kept on fingering her and like me it didn't take long for her to climax a second time.

"DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she howled.

My fingers were numb from fingering her as well as how tight her pussy had gripped me at the end. I eased them out of her and she let out a little disappointed whimper of loss. She sat down in the shower and I washed my fingers from her combined fluids. 

"Are you disappointed," she asked.

"Huh," I replied.

"I mean..."

"I know what you mean. There are lines not meant to be crossed. Masturbation is one thing but beyond that... a whole different animal, I get that."

"I did suck you off," she said not quite guiltily.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"I won't lie; I have always loved giving head."

"I enjoyed shooting down your throat, seems like we are okay on that point. Did you like me fingering your pussy and ass?"

"Boy did I... I mean... yes I did..."

"I loved feeling you cum around my fingers, so we are okay there too."

"Yeah I guess we do."

"So no guilt," I said.

"No guilt," she replied.

"Good, now get over here and I'll wash your hair."

"Yes Sir," she smiled as she got to her feet.

Mom stood in front of me as I drizzled shampoo into her hair and lathered it up. Her naked ass moved against me and before she was rinsed I was rock hard again my cock straining between her ass cheeks. When mom bent over to rinse her hair my cock slid beneath her pussy and I returned the favor and teased her with it. I heard her soft little moans as I rocked my hips letting the shaft rub against her labia and clit. But I would not put it inside of her. Not that I didn't want to but it would have to be her decision. I kept telling myself that.

She stood up and her thighs trapped my cock like a kid's hand caught in the cookie jar. She looked over her shoulder and waggled her finger at me. So I reached up and around and cupped her tits and began teasing her nipples.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN not fair Alex," she moaned.

"Tell me to stop then," I challenged her.

"OH you are an evil young man, you know I won't it feels too damn good."

"I know it does," I said.

"It looks like this is going to be a LONG HARD day," she said as she turned around grabbing my cock stroking it slowly.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN Yeah... looks like..."

So our intimacy started slowly and with a gentle touch but it sure as hell didn't end that way.

Tongue and Cheek:

A few hours later after we had attacked our mutual lust head on and depleted all our available sexual energy we ate a late lunch or was it an early dinner? Mom made a few phone calls and learned where Giovanni was being treated. After our meal we drove over to Arkham Asylum and saw Gina's old friend. He was being treated for being off his meds and held until he no longer posed a threat to his own health. 

We were signed in and heading for his room in no time. The door opened and he looked much better than when we saw him at his shop. His eyes were bright and clear and a big smile showed on his handsome face.

"Giovanni," I called out to him. "How are you feeling man?"

"Alex, Ginger it is good to see you again," he replied.

"You called me by my name," mom said her worry leaving her features. "We were so worried."

"I am sorry, I have been very naughty and not taking my medications like I should. I hope I didn't say anything too bizarre."

"No," mom said. "You just blamed yourself for Gina's death and we know better."

The look of relief on his face was like a great weight had suddenly been lifted.

"Thank god," he said. "I have been beating myself over that for years now. I am so glad you don't blame me. Have you learned where they are holding her?"

"Wait slow down," I said. "What did you just say?"

"Gina's alive," he said. "I thought you knew."

"No she went down with her plane," mom said.

"No that was staged to conceal her capture by her enemies."

"Enemies, Gina never mentioned any enemies to us," mom had taken over this conversation and I let her. This was her twin sister we were talking about.

"When she stole the Tesseract they went after her," Giovanni explained. "They wanted it back before the conjunction."

"What the hell is a Tesseract Giovanni?"

"Not a Tesseract Ginger, the Tesseract... it's a book of lore written by the high priest of the cult of Yog Sothoth. Now before you ask Yog Sothoth is a demon god who is a means for the opening of a portal to let in unspeakable things back into our world."

"You can't be serious," she said eyes narrowing.

"I wish I wasn't but Gina believed enough to risk everything to acquire it. She hoped to find a way of destroying it but that proved impossible. So she hid it and tried to disappear but they found her first."

"So you believe she's still alive?"

"In a nutshell, yeah so until they locate the tome they will keep her alive."

"What about this Mark Donovan guy," I asked him.

"Donovan, he was a parapsychologist as a kind of gun for hire for whoever could afford his fees. That all changed back in Cairo when he ran into more than even he could tackle. It's tough to hunt something when you've become the enemy, or so he told me."

I saw the look on mom's face, there had been something between them all those years ago. She sat down hard and looked around.

"He never said anything he just... left. All these years I thought it was something I had done," mom said before looking hard at me. "You saw something didn't you? Tell me Alex it's important!"

"I'm not sure I believe it myself to be honest. When he came in the house, I looked back and there was only one set of footprints leading in. Then the silver tea tray... I didn't see any reflection mom. I was afraid to say anything at the time. Oh and his ring that queer design on it. It was just like the box Gina sent."

"Design, what sort of design?" Giovanni asked.

I took one of his crayons he was doodling with and drew the circle and the star and the rest of the design.

"I am not sure that's right or not..."

"...it's a seal of the Elder Gods. It's a kind of holy symbol against the followers of Yog Sothoth and his masters."

"So he can't be a bad guy if he can tolerate that sort of thing can he?" I asked.

"I don't know Alex," Giovanni said. "I wish I knew for sure."

"I appreciate your honesty," I told him. "Is there anything we can do while you're in here?"

"Nah, I'll be fine. I just wish there was more I could do for you and for Gina," he said.

"Well, if you remember anything give us a call," my mom added before we left.

I could tell she was upset discovering that Gina might be alive somewhere. Who knew what horrors she had experienced in the last two years? But it did make a terrible sort of sense. Gina was, is a very accomplished pilot and to have flown into a hurricane was suicide. That had never sat right with me and the fact that the plane was never recovered. So whoever her enemies were had sent her plane into the storm while she was being held... somewhere. I just wish... holy shit... I had my answer.

The drive home was in dead silence while mom pondered the implications of this turn of events. While I squirmed in my seat eager to get home and speak with Adura. She could tell me if I could wish Gina out of her present situation or not now that I knew she was alive. Just the thought of rescuing her set my blood to boiling with desire. Then we could learn who the people were that locked her up and make them pay. 




Sex in a Bottle Ch. 02



Just a few days ago I would have labeled dear old Giovanni as a complete crack pot and called it a day. But with Adura in my life that just can't happen now. She was a sex genie for crying out loud and I feared there were terrible things lurking in the shadows, terrible things. I planned on asking Adura about this Yog... whatever the hell its name was and see what she knew. I was deathly afraid of what she might have to say but that wasn't going to stop me. For all the good things that had come into my life it seemed as much or more bad might be heading my way. 

We got home and mom sat in the car for a long time before getting out. She appeared deep in thought and I wanted to comfort her but I wasn't sure how. Things had become so damn complicated now that we had become more physical. She and I had yet to breach the gates you might say but done damn near everything else. How did I approach this thing? Should I play the role of concerned son, as I surely was? Or should I take her up to the bedroom and finally take what I wanted so desperately? 

I started a pot of coffee knowing that this was one way or the other going to be a very long night. Mom sat on the couch and stared off into space but the smell from the kitchen brought her out of her funk for a little bit. As I waited for the coffee to finish I felt her breasts press against my back and her arms slip around my waist.

"Who seduced who," she whispered. "Was it you in the shower or was it me with the naughty dream? I really don't know anymore."

"Does it really matter? I mean you swallowed my cum four or more times now and I've made you climax... hehe a lot."

"Now you're just bragging..." she said her hands moving slowly downward. "...oh my hard already?"

"We have the most meaningful conversations," I replied as her hand unzipped and freed me.

"Don't we just," mom said as she gripped me by my cock and like a dog on a leash led me to the couch.

She sat down and pulled me until I was in the perfect position for her. I watched as she stroked me until I was painfully hard before she brought her lips into play.

"I have to think," she said just before her mouth enveloped me.

"So sucking cock helps clear your mind?"

"MMMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMM," she moaned which made me shiver to my core.

"The things I do for my family," I said then she applied some serious suction and my eyes rolled up in my head. "MMMMMMMMMMMM I deserved that."

Her eyes practically glittered agreeing completely with my last statement. Mom was going all out with taking her time and making this one last. She moved her head back and my cock came out with an audible 'pop'. That got a smile from her. Holding me by the base she gently tilted my cock upwards now. Then she stuck out her tongue and traced the bulging vein beneath with the tip of that talented tongue. I let out a breath of air that was one part gasp and one part delight. She repeated this a few times watching my body quiver now.

"I think Alex likes that," she moaned. "Bet he'll love this..."

She opened her mouth and deep throated me in one swift motion. I cried out and she was right I did love it. I slipped my fingers into her hair and began to move my hips. Soon I was fucking my mom's throat slowly but deliberately. Now it was she who was moaning deep in her chest.

"MMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM MMMMMMM," she groaned telling me to continue.

So I did. I thrust in and out slowly enjoying what her lips and tongue did to me on the way out. I paused long enough now for her cheeks to cave in and her tongue to work the tip of my cock.

"Oh damn woman... that feels fucking amazing," I said.

Mom moved back and caught her breath panting and I knew she was fucking soaked. I reached down and tore the front of her shirt open buttons flying. She was furiously undoing her belt as I tugged down her slacks. I pulled her ass until it was at the edge of the couch and she brought her knees to her chest holding on beneath her thighs. I bent down to eat her out when she cried out...

"No... Alex please..." she was begging now begging for my cock.

"Tell me what you want... I need that from you..." I was begging now.

She smiled as I looked down and saw her soaking wet slit. 

"Make love to me baby... I want to feel that fine cock of yours inside of me," she said her voice like liquid sex.

I didn't hesitate but I also didn't rush it either. I placed one knee on the couch as I brought the tip of my cock and teased her pussy lips with it.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN damn don't tease me," she moaned. "Please slide it into me... UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

I eased the first half into her and stopped. I wanted to cherish this first time. The wish had been amazing but this was real. 

"How does that feel," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMORE?"

"Hehe... are you cock hungry woman," I asked. "Do you need me inside of you?"

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes damn you, I am a cock hungry slut... and I need you deep inside of me... there happy?"

I slammed the rest into her and she yelped in pleasure. Then I placed my other knee on the other side of her straddling her tight wet slit. I began to move my hips lifting up slowly but slamming deep into her as hard as I could. The dull slapping sound of our bodies filled my ears as the scent of her soaked sex filled my senses. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks pulling me into her.

"UNNNNNNNNN deeper... harder... it's been so damn long..." she growled.

Now we set up a steady pussy pounding rhythm and soon I was thrusting hard and fast into her. 

"Take that... and that..." I was moaning in her ear. "...dirty little cock hungry slut."

"YESSSSSSSSSS," she howled. "I am your dirty little slut!"

The pounding continued and I felt like a machine moving, thrusting and fucking her harder and harder now. I was so caught up I didn't hear her scream and barely felt her pussy spasm around me. But I did feel her hands on my chest stopping me. I looked down and she was sweaty and panting.

"You came," I asked and she nodded.

"Your turn Alex... let me pleasure you now."

I eased off of her and with a pounce I was brought to the carpeted floor. Like some great cat she was on top of me her teeth nipping at my neck. With a subtle adjusting of her hips I slid deep into her pussy once more.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS," she moaned. "Watch me Alex... watch my pussy fuck your cock..."

I looked down and she rose up and stopped. Then she pulled her pussy lips apart so I could how much my dick was stretching her out.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM see how big you are inside of me? Feel how tight I am wrapped around you? Now I am going to fuck you Alex. I am going to drive that cock of yours deep inside of me."

She placed her hands on my chest and began to move slowly but very deliberately. Like I had done she lifted up slowly and then let gravity do all the work and dropped down onto me.

"UNNN UNNN UNNNN," I was grunting with each and every drop.

My noises were driving mom crazy with desire. How long had it been since she felt someone inside of her? How long since a man's voice begged her for more pleasure? Had there ever been any men since dad? If not then she hadn't had sex in more than four years! 

"Come on you cock hungry slut fuck me... show me how bad you want it!"

She snarled hearing those words and she began to squeeze with her pussy muscles as she rode me. Her eyes shining with her hunger as she drove her hips down onto me. Now I heard my own words thrown back at me.

"Take that... and that... UNNNNNN god feels so good!"

Once more the house was filled with that naughty sound of bodies slapping against each other. Both of us were shocked when mom's pussy was suddenly spasming around me as she came and hard by the strangled cry of surprise she produced.

Mom was now laying flat on top of me panting and her skin glistening with a fine layer of sweat. Well not flat exactly her impressive rack made that an impossibility. I let her catch her breath as I pondered what I wanted to do with her next or should I say do to her.

"You okay," I asked and she nodded still panting. "You done for now?" and she vehemently shook her head. "Good I was hoping you'd feel that way."

I rolled us so that I was on top of her. I eased my cock out of her which was followed directly by a deep whimper of disappointment. Then I rolled her onto her belly and grabbed her hips and lifted. Now she was where I wanted her. While her head and tits were still on the floor her ass and pussy were as far up as they could go. I eased back into her and her moan of contentment was quickly followed by loud sudden grunts of pleasure. I had a hold of her hips and was once more pounding her pussy hard and fast. I wanted to come and damn it I deserved it! 

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." mom was moaning now over and over.

I thrust as hard as I could into her now impaling her with each drive of my hips. The sensation was amazing and I felt my cock start to grow inside of her. Mom didn't miss this either as her cries got louder and louder. 

"Fuck me... fuck me... YESSSSSSSSSS I can feel your cock getting bigger baby...!"

"Where do you want me to come," I asked as I continued to pound her pussy from behind.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM my face and tits," she purred.

"Just like on the train..." I said.

"Yes just like the dream..." she agreed.

My hips slammed into her faster now and when I was as close as I dared I eased out of her pussy and mom rolled onto her back. I straddled her tits and she pushed them together around my cock.

"Fuck my tits Alex... MMMMMMMMMMMM then shoot all over me!"

I thrust slowly enjoying the feel of them around me again today. But this time was different. This time I was going to spray her with cum instead of her gobbling it up. I closed my eyes and moved my hips and every so often I felt the tip of her tongue on me. 

"Almost there..." I was grunting. "...almost... almost... UNNNNNNN YEAHHHHH!"

My cock erupted and her tits, throat and face were covered in a light layer of cum. Panting I sat there looking down at her as she looked up at me with a small smile.

"How did you know," she asked.

"How did I know what," I replied.

"I never finished telling you the entire dream, how did you know about shooting all over me?"

"Ummmm..."

"I'm waiting..."

Alex in Wonderland:

I looked down and she was smiling up at me. I relaxed a little knowing she wasn't mad at me. Mothers are so good at instilling guilt when you've done something wrong. It becomes a reflex action to deny everything. But she knew better this time I could see it in her eyes. So why deny it? But it was how to tell her the truth that is what was puzzling me.

"Don't hurt yourself trying to come up with a lie," she shot across my bow.

"It's not that, I am going to tell you... I just don't know how to tell you is all."

"Just say it Alex," mom said licking the cum from around her mouth.

"Is there anything sexual that you have always wanted to do but never done?"

"Don't try changing the subject," she warned.

"No I am serious just go along and it'll become clear I promise."

"Okay," she said and thought for a long moment. "I know this is going to sound bizarre but when I was growing up I used to have dreams about travelling to Wonderland and having adventures."

"What kind of adventures," I asked cupping one of her tits.

"NNNNNNNNNNN naughty adventures," she moaned.

"What if I could make that a reality would you forgive me for seducing you?"

"Alex... I don't blame you for any of this. I wanted it to remember?"

"Okay, here's my dirty little secret," I said as I rubbed the ring. "Adura I wish that her fantasy could come true and I want to be the Mad Hatter."

Suddenly Adura appeared before us in all her elemental glory and smiled down at us.

"As you wish so shall it be Master," she said and the world went away.

Ginger suddenly found herself dressed in the traditional Alice costume with a few critical adjustments. The front of the dress was so low cut the top half of her breasts showed easily though her nipples were concealed, barely. She lifted up the dress and found she wore no panties but the garter belt and stockings were a bit risqué for a young Alice to be wearing. Curious she checked out her reflection in the mirror and she was stunning in the dress. Then her reflection did a queer thing and turned around and lifted up the dress bottom revealing a pussy dripping with need. Ginger lifted up her own dress and it was true she was soaked. When she looked again her mirrored self was waving her onward towards the mirror. She approached it cautiously at first but the gentle smile and her deeply rooted curiosity won out. Two feet from the full length mirror her doppelganger reached out for her and Ginger took her hand. Suddenly the reflection changed and it was a gorgeous woman in a red dress wearing a ruby crown, the Red Queen! Yank went the arm and Ginger tumbled ass over heels into Wonderland.

Ginger landed on her butt and when she looked around she had no doubt that she was no longer in the realm of anything approaching reality. The sky had a violet cast to it and the garden she was sitting in looked like something out of a cock whore's best dream. To say the blooms were phallic would be a gross understatement. To Ginger's eyes there were cocks everywhere. Some were blooming on the flowers while others hung from the trees. Then a soft whisper began and quickly became voices all around her. 

"Try me... no try me... no look how thick I am try me... look how long I am try me..."

Ginger got up onto her hands and knees and looked around as the cocks called out to her.

"Look how wet she is... damn look at her tits..." all around her the voices called and crooned.

"Do you like my garden," said a female voice behind Ginger.

She turned and looked at a woman of inhuman beauty. If lust could be personified it was this woman. She had hair so long it went passed her naked ass and so dark it was like darkness itself. Her eyes were a bright blue that models back home would kill for they practically glowed. The rest of her was without a single mar or flaw, in a word perfect.

"Cheshire got your tongue," the woman asked now.

"I am so sorry but you are so very beautiful," Ginger finally replied.

"Thank you but you my dear are simply dazzling," she replied. "You look thirsty would you like a cock-tail?"

"That would be nice," Ginger said getting to her feet. "What an interesting garden you have."

"You like it, I am so glad... it's not easy growing them so big you know."

"They are all quite handsome."

"You are too kind," she said and led Ginger to a little outdoor table where two gorgeous young men awaited them.

The woman sat down and Ginger followed as the men poured each of them drinks and stirred them with their semi hard cocks before handing them to the ladies. The woman sipped hers and smiled.

"How refreshing, how is yours my dear?"

Ginger sipped hers and it was nothing she had ever tasted before. 

"Wonderful," she replied.

Then before she knew what was happening Ginger felt a heat blossom between her legs. Not like she was on fire really no it was more like her sex drive had just been elevated to a near critical level. She was craving cock and she needed it now!

"How are enjoying your cock-tail?"

"My pussy is on fire!"

"Oh dear me that does happen sometimes... boys will you do the honors for the young lady?"

Without a moment's hesitation Ginger was lifted up and carried inside. There an easy distance from the French doors was a divan and her destination. It was a sumptuous padded couch that was perfectly flat with no sides or back to interfere with what was about to follow. Ginger was laid down onto her back while one servant knelt between her legs and the other by her head. She was gently rolled onto her side so that she could be fed cock by the man at the top and her pussy eaten by the man below. Ginger's moans of delight were muffled by the long and thick member now gliding in and out of her throat. She could feel the cock down her throat get harder, longer and thicker. Ginger wondered how good it was going to feel inside of her. But why rush things the man licking her pussy was doing a bang up job attending to her every little whim. Without a word he seemed to sense what she wanted and performed it without fail. Her first orgasm came crashing down on her in record time and the man at her head withdrew his cock to keep her from choking as she screamed.

The men changed places but instead of eating pussy the man below lifted her upper leg onto his shoulder and fed her pussy all twelve inches of cock slowly and unhurriedly. The man at her head likewise and almost daintily slid his prodigious member down her very eager throat. Ginger could not remember being so happy and the center of much attention. As the cock inside of her touched so deep she groaned around the man fucking her throat. 

"You look so relaxed my dear," the lady of the house said. "Perhaps we need to spice things up."

She snapped her fingers and a third man appeared and Ginger was being moved again. The man below stepped back as the other two lifted her up then he slid onto the divan cock pointing towards the ceiling. Ginger was tossed into the air and she spun as she flew upwards. The two men caught her expertly and lowered her onto the divan and the third man. His cock pierced her to the core and Ginger gasped as he filled her so completely. The man at her feet began to lick and tease her asshole and she knew then what was coming. The man at her head offered her a semi hard cock to suck on, she complied with a smile.

"Now that looks more interesting don't you," the lady said. "Be gentle with her ass this time don't get overly excited like last time. Poor thing couldn't sit for a week."

The tongue teasing her ass was eager yet patient and it was a long while before he even slid a finger into her backside. But once he did things progressed quickly after that. Ginger relaxed eager to have all three of her holes filled. The man at her head moaned now as she went on the attack and began to lick and suck hungrily. A second finger began to stretch her asshole and her hunger seemed to double in anticipation. The man at her head was fucking her throat now, not a gentle thing but a full on thrusting of his young powerful hips.

"Well now that is spectacular scene wouldn't you say," the lady asked.

"Oh dear me she seems quite smitten with the young man there doesn't she," said a new feminine voice.

"Quite smitten indeed," said yet another voice.

Suddenly there was a roomful of murmurs as the man at her feet pressed the tip of his cock to her loosened asshole and pushed. Ginger growled in pleasure and the man fucking her throat cried out as a gush of hot cum shot down her throat. She drank greedily and swallowed every last drop. Shaken the young man staggered back and whimpered.

"NEXT," Ginger cried out even as the lady snapped her fingers. "MMMMMMMMMM slide that cock into my ass... yeah... yeah... just like that... uh huh... oh my entire body is on fire!"

The next young man approached her and Ginger crooked her finger at him.

"Come here lover boy... you got a throat to fuck!"

And so it went. The two men whose cocks were buried deep inside of her began to move now. The crowd that gathered around was all murmurs at Ginger's sheer level of unbridled hunger. One by one the young men climaxed and Ginger often right along with them. But still her body craved more attention. It became clear that the lady of the house may run out of staff before Ginger ran out of steam. So to keep her house's honor intact she snapped her fingers twice and every male servant appeared and took turns fucking one of her holes without climaxing. But oh dear old Ginger came and came and came. Cocks galor plowed her throat or pussy or ass and one orgasm seemed to blend into the next. Then on cue from the lady of the house the divan was surrounded with Ginger all alone. Every young man was stroking his cock and that was aimed at the prone form on the divan. Then with military precision they all came at the same time showering her in a torrent of glorious cum. 




Sex in a Bottle Ch. 03



We continue with Alex and Gina still in Wonderland. Oh what surprises are they in for!

I hope you like this installment. It was a blast to write. 

*

Tea for Three:

I found myself sitting at the head of a very long table out in the middle of nowhere. A heavily stained white cloth, I am assuming it was originally white, covered the dark stained wood. Scattered about like fallen soldiers after a terrible battle were tea pots, cups, saucers and silverware, I was myself and no one else for the moment. There was no sign of Ginger anywhere and so I sat back and waited. 

I looked around and saw some of the fantastical flora and fauna of Wonderland. The pussy willows were in full bloom and dripping nectar like a two dollar whore on nickel night. The flowers came in all shapes and sizes and I had never seen so many slits in my entire life. I stood up and thought maybe to go and seek her out but what if she came here and we missed each other? What a disaster that would be. So I returned to my high backed chair and poured myself a cup of tea.

"Ahem," called out a soft squeaky voice. "Hatter, don't be a pig do share will you."

I leaned down and sitting next to me on my left was a small mouse, the normal size and not a rat to be sure.

"Yes Hatter, do pour for all of us if you please," asked a voice to my right.

There to my right sat a handsome young hare with blue eyes and blonde locks.

"I do believe I am going mad," I said to myself and the others began to laugh.

"Going... mad... ooh that's a good one Hatter," the door mouse giggled delighted with me.

Now I noticed a very feminine very Irish brogue in her voice.

"Hatter my dear chap," added the March Hare in her Londoner's accent. "You've been mad for years!"

"Why so glum chum," the mouse asked.

"I think he needs to cum some," the hare offered.

"I do believe you've hit the cock on the head, so to speak," the mouse agreed.

So as I poured the others a cup of tea I saw the Door Mouse reach into a leather pouch and sprinkle something in each of our teas.

"That'll fix us all up," she said with a wink.

"Drink up Hatter," the March Hare said.

"Yes drink up."

Seeing no reason not to I took a healthy swig of tea and set my cup down still wondering what was taking mom so damn long. Those thoughts were derailed suddenly as a deliciously naughty sensation crept into my big toe.

"Oh I say something is happening to my toe," I called out.

"Wait for it," the Door Mouse crooned.

The feeling moved from my toe to my entire foot growing as it went. Then like some slithering thing it crept upwards to my ankle, then to my calf and with a lunge into my knee. I was so startled I banged that knee into the table swearing a blue streak but that was cut off as the tingly heat slithered from my knee to my thigh and from there to my cock. I cried out as the buttons restraining my raging manhood pinged off wood, porcelain and glass.

"What the hell is going on with my cock?"

"NOW," cried the pair of female deviants as they pounced taking me and the chair to the ground.

I blinked a few times to clear my head and there sitting on my chest was the Door Mouse but mouse no longer. She had become a brown haired brown eyed hormone demon, a cock hungry teenager in other words. 

"Hello Hatter," she moaned as she took my hat and placed it on her head. "For safe keeping don't want it getting damaged in the brouhaha. Now be a love and lick my honey hole."

She was so slight in height and build it took nothing to lift her by her hips and place her pussy where it belonged. As I began to lap at her nectar and the soft petals of her sex the March Hare was not being idle. The curvaceous blonde who now looked more like Miss March than the March Hare was lowering her eager mouth down to my cock that had swollen to prodigious size. 

"Oh Hatter," moaned Mouse softly. "I have missed your oral skills so very much."

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," moaned Hare with my cock half way down her throat.

"You know it's impolite to speak with your throat full," giggled Mouse. "Now shut up and suck his cock."

Mouse was now grinding her pussy against my face as Hare's head was bobbing up and down now. I was moaning right along with Mouse as the talented mouth pleasured me. My hands found Mouse's ass cheeks and I began kneading them as my tongue found her clit and the quiet brown mouse was gone now.

"Ooh yeah lick my clitty! That's it fucker... make me cum!"

I wondered how she would react with my cock buried deep inside of her. Hare hearing Mouse roaring at me changed tactics and her mouth went away only to be replaced by her snug rabbit hole. Soon she was bouncing up and down on me and her cries were mingling with Mouse's. 

"His cock is so big," Hare cried out. "It's filling my little rabbit hole so very much!"

Mouse wanting to see spun around and was now facing Hare as she rode me in quick short thrusts of her hips. I felt Mouse stretch and then her tongue was lapping at the base of my cock as Hare continued her ride. Taking advantage of this new situation I eased two fingers, which barely fit, into Mouse's pussy and began to finger fuck the petite cock slut. 

"UNN UNNN UNNNN UNNN UNN UNN UNNNNU NNN," Mouse cried out as my fingers violated her over and over again.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Hare was panting as her tight little rabbit hole became tighter still. "Gonna CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," she screamed as she climaxed.

"Shit Hare are you trying to squeeze my dick off?"

"Maybe..." she moaned as she eased off of my erection.

"MY TURN," Mouse bellowed.

I was able to lift my head as Mouse straddled my cock and I saw a definite logistics problem. There was no way her tiny pussy was going to be able to... well I'll be damned! Not to be denied cock when it was so close no matter how large Mouse took me in hand and managed to stuff the tip inside of her pussy. Panting and sweating profusely she bent her knees and let her body weight and gravity does the rest. It was like watching a Mouse eat a python as the shaft followed the head.

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," Mouse cried out as half my dick penetrated her.

"Maybe we could," I tried to offer but she glared at me with a look that said shut the fuck up I am going to do this.

I was expecting to see her belly bulge with the outline of my cock but somehow she managed to take every last inch of me into her. 

"Damn Mouse," was all I could say.

"So full... my pussy is stretch so damn much... but I did it...!"

"Tightest pussy ever..." I managed through clenched teeth.

Then she began to lift and drop her hips. Oh damn I was not going to last long with her pussy gripping me like it was. It was not long at all before I felt the first tingling of a massive orgasm. When I managed to look up at Mouse and her face lit up like a kid's on Christmas day I knew she was going to cum soon too.

"Come on Mouse fuck me," I urged her on.

"Are you going to shoot inside of me Hatter?"

"If that's what you want," I said.

"Oh yes... I want to feel that so damn bad," she purred.

"Then you better ride me and good."

"Here... I... go..." she said as she leaned forward and began to bounce up and down on me.

"Oh SHIT... oh shit... oh shit..." I was panting and fighting the urge to cum with all my might.

"Oh my god he's getting bigger Hare... he's so damn close what do I do?"

"Fuck him Mouse... fuck him hard... are you close?"

"UH HUHHHHHHHHHH real close... he's stretching my little pussy so damn much... I can't hold off much longer..."

Hare reached down and grabbed Mouse's hips and began to lift and drop her onto me.

"LIKE THIS..." Hare moaned in Mouse's ear as she rammed the tiny gal's hips down hard.

"Almost there..." I called out. "I can't fight it anymore!"

"ONE MORE TIME..." Mouse squeaked.

Hare lifted Mouse's hips up high until only the head of my cock remained. Then she used her body weight and drove Mouse down onto me and we screamed together as my cock swelled and shot deep in her and her tiny pussy squeezed me like a fucking vice. Our mingled cum oozed from Mouse's pussy and painted my groin and the ground beneath us. Panting and wheezing I held Mouse close and Hare sat next to us smiling at a job well done.

"That was..." I began.

"...fucking amazing," Mouse completed.

"Tell me about it... I think I came just watching you three," said a new voice.

We all looked up and there laying prone on the table was a red headed Alice.

"Hello Alice," Mouse squealed.

"Alice," greeted Hare.

"MMMMMMMMMMM about damn time you got here," I said still smiling.

"I was delightfully delayed by a pair of naughty twins calling themselves Dee and Dum."

"Did they take advantage of you," I asked.

"YES, yes they did," Ginger replied grinning like, well like Cheshire.

"Tell me all about it and don't leave a single detail out," I said.

"Well it was like this..."

Dee and Dum and tons of Cum:

Ginger found herself walking in a dark forest. The trees loomed close and she had the feeling as if she was being watched, and she was. Two pairs of gleaming eyes followed her every move and they plotted against her as she headed for the cross road. But alas she would never get that far. 

One moment she was following the path the next she was laying on her back unable to move, to see or even to speak. Ginger learned later that she was strapped to the dreaded Wheel of Depravity while wearing a blindfold and a ball gag. All of this thanks to the deviant twins Dee and Dum. There were giggles and then her world was spinning as she heard these terrible words.

"Wheel of Depravity, spin spin spin... what sick shit should we begin," chanted the twins.

The spinning motion slowed and with a cry she heard...

"It landed on Dyksukkalikkalikkagulpanalinguspinchusnippasdubbletrubblebouncyflouncy," said Dee.

"What the hell does that mean," Dum asked.

"We must consult..." Dee replied.

"THE BOOK OF SEX!!!" they said together.

There came the blare of horns and the sound of footfalls that grew closer and closer. 

"It's the White Rabbit," Dee gasped.

"He carries the Book," Dum added.

Ginger could here someone clearing their throat and then a smooth cultured voice spoke.

"I shall spake of the deeper mysteries of the Libram Eroticum. What is spaketh is hallowed and true so listen up. When the Great Wheel landeth upon the sign of Dyksukkalikkalikkagulpanalinguspinchusnippasdubbletrubblebouncyflouncy though shall need the following... ahem... a willing sucker of cocks, dost thou have a willing sucker of cocks?"

The blindfold was snatched away along with the ball gag and a handsome young man stuck his face close to Ginger's.

"Do you suck cocks?"

"Yep," she replied.

"Check," said Dum.

"Is she a willing sucker of cocks... well is she?" the White Rabbit asked.

All eyes were on Ginger and she gave a nod.

"Very well then," the Rabbit said before continuing. "Dost thou have whipped cream under the pressure of nitrous?"

Dee held up a can of whipped cream.

"Alrighty then, dost thou have little metal tongs?"

Dum held up salad tongs.

"Eh they'll do. You need one bowl of marshamellows..."

"Regular or the itty bitty ones for hot cocoa," Dee asked.

"Hmm... it doesn't say let me have a look. It sayeth here that after you ram your cock up her arse to stuff marshamellows in her craw to keep her quiet. I'd go with the regular ones I think."

"We need an official ruling," Dum said and everyone looked to three men in black and white who consulted and then held up a green flag. "Right then the regular ones ... Check."

"That is what you require shall we begin," the White Rabbit asked. "Release the wench!"

"Release the Wench," went up the cry.

Ginger was untied and brought to her knees before the twins. Though to look them in the face they were damn near identical but below the waist it was like night and day. The one called Dee possessed a cock of great length and reasonable girth that any woman would be delighted to fuck or suck. However the one called Dum had been gifted with a monster of a cock though barely nine inches long while soft the head and thickness were the stuff of nightmares. 

"Prepare for the coin toss," the White Rabbit said. "Dee thou art the elder twin so thou shall call it in the air. One side has a pretty young thing sucking cock, we'll call that heads and the other side has her getting her ass fucked we'll call that tails, okay?"

"'Kay," Dee said grinning as the Rabbit flicked the coin into the air.

As the coin spun it gave off two sounds one was a sort of 'MMMMMMMM' sound and the other was a 'UNNNNNNNN' grunting noise. So as it spun all there could hear...

"MMMMMM... UNNNNNNNN... MMMMMMMMM... UNNNNNNNN..."

"Call it!"

"Heads."

The coin landed in the Rabbits paw and when he revealed it the coin sighed... 'MMMMMMMM'

"Heads it is! Thou have won the toss will thou give or receive?"

"I'll receive," Dee said with a grin.

"Alright bring the slut up... I mean the wench. Start sucking cock whore!" the Rabbit ordered.

Ginger popped her jaw, licked her lips and took Dee in her fist and began to stroke him to an extra hard erection. 

"Stroke... stroke... stroke..." said the crowd.

Ginger spat a few times on the shaft to get it nice and slick. Soon enough he was growing stiff in her grip. 

"OOHHHHHHHHH," cried the observers.

Dum waited patiently his own organ growing as he watched his brother get a delicious handjob. Once Dee was prepped and ready, Ginger started by flickering her tongue over the head of his aching cock. 

"OOH that's lovely," Dee moaned.

"Isn't it, wait until it's tickling the back of my throat," Ginger said.

"I can't wait," Dee said licking his lips in anticipation.

Ginger swirled her tongue around the head before she began to take him inch by inch down her throat. 

"Suck... suck... suck..." called the crowd.

Dee being a good boy slid his fingers into her hair and slowly thrust his hips forward and back now. Ginger relaxed and let him fuck her throat in nice easy thrusts. 

"Dum are you ready to begin," the White Rabbit asked.

"Oh hell yeah," was his only reply.

"It is time for the anal lickus," Rabbit said. "According to the Libram Eroticus you must alternate the licking with subtle probing with the index finger to check for readiness of injection."

Ginger squealed when the twin's tongue began to flicker her puckered little ass hole. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Ginger moaned as the pleasure from both ends began to intensify.

As prescribed by the Libram Eroticus Dum would every so often tap her sensitive sphincter with the tip of his index finger. So her attention was switching between the cock down her throat that was beginning to swell and the tongue teasing her backside so nicely. Ginger began to apply suction to Dee's cock now eager to taste his cum as it shot down her throat. 

"UNNNNNNNNNNNN damn girl," Dee moaned as he got closer and closer to coming.

The more his cock swelled the more Ginger sucked, licked and teased him. Dum was not idle and had grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart and was tonguing her ass hole for all he was worth. To her surprise and delight she felt her own orgasm building by the moment. Ginger was moaning loudly around Dee's cock as she made love to it and he was announcing to everyone within earshot and line of sight what a gifted cock sucker the red head was. His cock swelled all the more now and he was moments away from giving her what she had been begging for since this whole thing began, a huge load down her greedy little throat. Taking over from Dee, Ginger literally took things in hand and began to stroke him off as she formed a tight seal with her lips around the head of his cock. 

"Aw fuck love I don't know how much more I can stand," Dee cried out.

Ginger never said a word she just squeezed his cock now as she stroked him and sucked even harder now. He was cursing now as the last of his resistance fell and with a demonic howl his cock spurted and she was rewarded for all her 'hard' work. 

"Damn tasty Dee," she said once she had licked him clean.

"Are you ready for me cock whore," Dum asked from behind her.

"Baby I was born ready."

"As prescribed by the Libram Eroticus... the whip cream," the White Rabbit said with a wicked smile.

"Oh that sounds yummy," Ginger moaned. "So where are you going to spray it?"

Dum just chuckled as he shook the can and inserted the nozzle up her well prepared asshole and pushed the tip to the side.

"OI!!! What the fuck is your malfunction dumbass!!!!"

"Just as the book says," Dum whispered in her ear. "Oh you may want to start begging now."

"Why is that?"

She felt the enormous tip of his cock as it began to open up her lubed and creamed sphincter.

"NO fucking way that is going to... fit..." she squealed.

"Marshamellow time," the Rabbit said and it was Dee who did the honors.

"Aw shut the fuck up bitch," he said as he stuffed her mouth with pillowy goodness.

With an almost audible 'POP' the head of Dum's cock slid into her ass.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN," she protested but to no avail her ass belonged to Dum.

The shaft soon followed the head and Ginger's eyes widened just before they rolled up in her head. All this wailing and writhing had gotten dear old Dee hard as a fucking rock, the sick bastard. He shoved his entire cock into her pussy and the double trouble began. The twins thrust in perfect unison and were fucking both holes with great enthusiasm. 

"MMMM MMMMM MMMMMMM MMMMMMM MMMMMMM MMMMMMMM," Ginger was moaning in time with each powerful thrust of their young hips.

"I think she likes it brother of mine," Dee said.

"Indeed, shall we bouncy flouncy her," Dum asked.

"Oh yes... vigorously..." Dee replied.

The twins took to their feet impaling both of her holes as they rose and Ginger was forced to wrap her legs around Dee's waist to keep from dying, or so she believed. Dee and Dun grabbed their cockslut by the hips and ass and began to lift and drop her on their cocks.

"Bouncy Flouncy..." they cried out together.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM," Ginger moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"OH WHAT FUN," the twins giggled to one another.

"Fuck her... fuck her..." chanted the crowd.

"I do love an audience," Dee said.

"Let's give 'em a show shall we," Dum returned.

"OOH let's," Dee grinned.

They began to toss her a little higher now and her cries got louder now as the force of impact grew. Ginger clung to Dee as she felt her body stiffen and a spray of marshamellows spewed from her mouth as she came. But oh the twins were just warming up. The pounding she would receive would be legend even in Wonderland. Higher and higher the twins tossed her and her holes took such a punishing that she would walk funny for a year or more, or so she believed. Ginger's cries mingled with the twin's insane giggling and all the while the audience watched and pleasured themselves at her expense. This was her wish after all and she was going to get the most out of it.

"Amateurs," she said through gritted teeth.

"Did you hear something brother," Dee asked as they tossed her higher still.

"I do believe she was begging for more altitude," Dum replied.

"Bunch of punk ass bitches," Ginger groaned.

The twins snarled as they through her so high only the very tip of their cocks remained inside of her.

"Take that cock whore," Dee growled as he thrust his hips upward as she dropped.

"And that," Dum added mirroring his brother.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNN," Ginger moaned. "Not bad but have had better."

The crowd became silent as the banter only got nastier from then on.

"Oh REALLY," Dee said with an absolute demonic grin.

"Flip-n-Dip," Dum suggested.




Sex in a Bottle Ch. 03



"Perfect," Dee agreed.

"What the hell is that?"

"Oh you'll find out and soon," they said as one voice and she did.

The evil bastards got a better grip on her and tossed her high into the air. She spun to face the opposite direction as she soared. When she 'landed' she was now impaled on the opposite cock in the opposite hole. Dum was now firmly entrenched in her soaked pussy and dear old Dee was buried in her tight little ass, well not so tight after Dum. 

"SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!," Ginger screamed as she was double impaled on cock.

But the vile little monsters weren't done yet, oh no not even close. They began to Flip n Dip her over and over again until all three of them Dee, Dum and Ginger were on the brink. Then one last toss higher than the others and with a devilish pelvic thrust the trio cried out as one. When the scene of devastation cleared however it was Ginger that was left standing, sort of, on wobbly legs and she staggered off to find the Hatter and his friends.



The Mouse and the Hare clapped cheerily and Ginger took a bow. The Hatter however was in quite a state after hearing her story and it was Mouse who giggled.

"Hatter seems rather transfixed by her tale," she whispered.

"Indeed, he appears at full attention," Hare added.

"He's fucking hard as a rock you mean," Ginger observed.

"That's what I said," Mouse giggled again.

"I think Alice and Hatter need some 'alone' time Mouse," Hare said tugging at her arm.

"AWWWW I wanna watch," Mouse boohooed.

With a deft toss Mouse threw the Hatter's top hat with pinpoint precision back on his head.

"So what do you say Hatter up for a little croquet," Ginger moaned in his ear.

"I'll be gentle," he moaned.

"Good, I won't," she purred.

The Queen in Red:

Far away from the Hatter and Alice was the castle of the Red Queen. She has just awoken from a very pleasant dream only to discover someone had licked her cherry tart, poor bastard. The door burst open and in roared the queen her face as scarlet as her dress, what there was of it. Her butlers were all arrayed in two lines standing at attention. She approached the first butler and glared down at him.

"Did you lick my cherry tart," she asked seeing his staff was in the proper prone position.

"No your Majesty," he replied curtly not daring to stare at her 'cherry tart' even when it was at eye level.

She went to the next butler and flashed her tart at him.

"Did you lick my cherry tart," she asked.

"No your Majesty," he said swallowing hard and maintaining pure thoughts.

The Red Queen looked down the line at all the soft standards, all but one. There for all the world to see was one magnificent erection oozing a bit of precum and it was to this one that she stalked.

"Did you lick my cherry tart," she pressed.

The poor butler couldn't hide his excitement or the memory of her delicious tart beneath his tongue.

"Yes your Majesty, I did indeed lick your tart," he moaned even as she smiled wickedly.

"Bring him," she said and the guards took him and drug him to the throne room.

Soon the throne room was packed with observers to witness what happens to those who dare taste the queen's tart without permission. Now clad in chains the prisoner approached within the proper distance for his punishment. The Red Queen sat on her throne and extended her foot. Immediately two butlers raced to remove her shoe and her stocking for it was widely known that she had the most talented toes in the kingdom. She began to slowly and lovingly rub the prisoner's pecker with her delicate digits. The softest of whimpers escaped his lips. 

When the Queen smiled it was a venomous thing and not for the faint of heart. As her toes pleasured the prisoner more precum oozed from the naughty head of his naughty cock. The Queen used his fluids to lube his dick with impeccable precision. Soon his shaft was slick and shiny and would so easily slide between the lips of her tart but that was not to be. Oh no she kept on rubbing with all five toes driving the poor prisoner mad with desire. 

Soon he would lose control and erupt before everyone and then his doom was sealed. For if he soiled the Queen's garments with his cum he would lose his head, but if he didn't shoot enough then the Queen would be insulted and he would still lose his precious head. It was a classic case of damned if you do damned if you don't. 

The audience watched in hushed tones as the prisoner's cock began to swell and swell. Soon his geyser of love would shower the Queen and she would scream... well you know. The prisoner's foot began to tab the floor and his body shook as he drew ever closer. The Queen rubbed his member all the faster eager to see how much cum the butler had stored in his loins. Then with a cry a fountain of sperm shot high in the air and so impressive a sight the Queen almost cheered. But not a drop fell upon her scarlet dress and yet who could deny so wondrous an ending. Oh what would she do? 

Panting and wheezing the butler waited his fate. The Queen thought deeply and then gave him a nod.

"Come to my chambers tomorrow and I alone shall see how much you truly adore your Queen and her cherry tart."

The crowd cheered and the prisoner was released then with a shout the Red Queen summoned her pet.

"Where is my Jab-Jab?"

The audience took flight along with the guards when the chancellor struck his staff and in a loud voice cried out.

"Let loose the Jabbercock!"

Then he too skedaddled and ran for the hills. There came such a roar and a shaking of stone as the fiercest of beasts was free, the Jabbercock. With eyes all ablaze and talons so sharp but it was his enormous member that the Queen wanted most. It strode into the chamber and looked at its Queen who was now on all fours and eager to please. 

"My Queen you did summon your humble pet," it purred.

"My tart is all sticky and needs some attention," she moaned.

"Then let's not waste time and get down to business," the Jabbercock said as it approached her cock all a bristling.

With loving care he embraced her so gently and then rammed in his dick and pounded her thusly. The Queen's cries could be heard all over her land from the highest tower to the borders. No quarter was asked and none was given as the beast of twelve inches fucked her nigh silly. The Queen thrust her hips back to impale her hungry pussy and the Jabbercock wailed as his cock moved deeper still. As their love play reached an end and his cock swelled to epic proportions and her own orgasm was mere moments away she mused on what a fine day it was. Then her pet hammered her pussy as hard as it could and drove her to screaming and filled her with sperm. 

They lay together and shared a cigarette and blew smoke rings all over the chamber. But everyone knows that the Queen blows better than even the Jabbercock. The pet went back to his cell in the tower while the Red Queen retired to a hot bath in her bower. 

As Ginger moved to the ground to be with Alex they were surrounded by soldiers in red. They were arrested and escorted to the castle of the Red Queen.

"Are you shitting me," Ginger cursed and fumed. "Can't you just wait say half hour and then arrest us?"

"Nope," said the Captain of the Guard. "The Red Queen wants to interview any strangers in Wonderland."

"You mean torture," Alex said.

"Yeah pretty much the same thing," the Captain chuckled.

"The last poor devil was feathered to death," one of the guards added.

"Oi, hush your mouth or you'll be on the receiving end of her Majesty's attention."

So in silence the pair was taken to the Red Queen where she lounged in her bath. It was a curtained affair and they could only see the curvaceous outlines of her Majesty. 

"These are the two outsiders," the Queen asked.

"Yes your Majesty," the Captain replied.

"Good work, now bring them in so I can see them better," she purred.

Ginger and Alex were pushed through the curtains to see the Queen staring at them in shock and awe.

"What is the meaning of this," the Queen roared.

"Oh my god," Ginger cried out.

"GINA!"



Sex in a Bottle



I went downstairs and the money was sitting on the floor and mom was silently rereading Gina's letter. When she finished she had a look in her eye.

"Baby can you help me with something," she said all serious now.

"Sure mom anything," I told her and she smiled like I hadn't seen her do in years.

She stood up and headed for the kitchen and I followed. She opened the door under the sink and pulled out a garbage bag and handed it to me. Without thinking I shook it open and she crooked her finger for me to follow her. One by one she picked up and dropped in the open bag each and every liquor bottle in the house. You hear those stories about alcoholics that hide bottles all over the place well they're true. My mom had multiple bottles in every room of the house except my bedroom and yes that includes the bathroom. Some of them were empty and some even unopened but all of them went into the bag. Last was the one she had dropped by her favorite chair. I cinched up the top and tied it off and smiling carried it out to the garbage outside. This was followed by her favorite sitting chair which reeked of alcohol, urine and sweat. It took both of us to carry it out and I didn't miss the pebble like nipples she was sporting when we got back inside. As I closed the door she walked to the middle of the living room and screamed as loud as she could.

"I'M DONE YOU HEAR ME... I'M FUCKING DONE WITH WALLOWING IN SELF PITY AND BULLSHIT!"

I just stood and watched her and I've never been prouder of her and I told her so.

"You make me proud to be your son," I said.

"Come here," she said and we held each other until we cried.

"Your nipples are poking me," I whispered and we both laughed.

"Now we're even," she shot back and kissed me on the cheek. "Don't you have something to do?"

"Yeah you want to...?" I began to ask but she shook her head.

"No that belongs to you and Gina," she said. "When you're done let's go in and see this friend of hers."

"Can we stop by the bank I want to put the book in my safety deposit box," I asked.

"Smart thinking Alex sure we can."

The thing she was talking about was my quiet time at the beach to speak with Gina. Our house sits on the shore of Southampton Beach in the great state of New York. It is one thousand yards of gorgeous white sand and a tourist hotspot during the summertime. It faces roughly south and today the Atlantic was a bubbling brew of swells and white water. I dressed warm since it was January and the arctic gusts were numbingly cold today. I stepped out and walked the short distance to the beach and stopped long before I was in reach of icy tide. It was so alive! Undulating waves and the low hanging clouds gave it a somber mood but the pristine feel of each breath off the ocean was intoxicating. I loved the ocean!

"Hello Alex," said a voice to my right and I jumped startled out of my reverie. "I apologize I didn't mean to startle you."

I turned my head and saw the man in black with his high collar and pale winter complexion. 

"It's okay I didn't hear you is all," I replied.

We turned to face each other and that's when I noticed the white collar at his neck.

"Father..."

"You can call me Mark if you'd like Alex," he said smiling.

"Mark how is it you know who I am but I don't remember meeting you before?"

"You were just a wee lad when I saw you last," he said his Irish brogue getting stronger all of a sudden. "Perhaps I should reintroduce myself. I am Father Mark Donovan, lately of Innis Ireland and I am a friend of your Aunt Gina."

"You haven't heard then," I said.

"Heard," he asked. "Heard what lad?"

"My Aunt Gina passed away two years ago today."

"Oh... I am so sorry," he said his bright blue eyes darkening with the dire knowledge. "I didn't know I have been away."

"Why don't you come in and have something hot to drink and warm up you must be freezing?"

"That's very kind, I would love to."

I turned and walked back to the house and opened the door for him.

"After you," I said and he slipped passed me.

I don't know what made me do it but when I looked back I saw only one set of footprints in the sand leading up to the front door. What the fuck? I shook my head and followed him inside.

"Hey mom we got company," I shouted upstairs.

"Who is it," she asked as she made her way down and she stopped when she saw the priest. "Mark?"

"Hello Ginger," he said.

"You look good, real good... what brings you to the New World?"

"Gina, but apparently I am too late."

"Yeah just a little, have a seat and warm up you look chilled to the bone."

I watched the exchange and wondered if he and mom had a thing going before dad. I walked into the kitchen and began fixing a fresh pot of coffee.

"Is coffee okay Mark," I asked.

"MMMMMMMMMM sounds delicious," he said.

"You haven't changed," I heard mom say.

"Neither have you, you are just as gorgeous as when last I saw you," he replied.

"Liar and flatterer, you always were... so when did you...?"

"Oh the collar, that's fairly recent."

"I never pictured you as a man of the cloth, a man between the sheets but never the cloth."

"Now look whose being the flatterer. No I had a bit of a mishap in the South Pacific and well it changed my life."

"Not like that 'woman' in where was that," mom pried.

"You mean the other redhead that was Cairo I believe."

"Yep it was; you disappeared for the entire weekend as I recall."

"You have an excellent memory for certain things," he laughed.

"So what really brings you to my home," mom said her voice carrying just a hint of an edge to it.

"Coffee," I called out as I carried out two cups on a silver tray with creamer and sugar.

I set the tray down and Mark seemed quite agitated suddenly and mom didn't miss that either.

"What's going on Mark? We were friends once, close friends and then you just shut me out, us out."

"It's complicated," he said picking up his cup and warming his hands with it.

"I like complicated," mom said and I stood between them waiting to see if they needed anything.

"Should I go," I asked and he shook his head.

I looked to mom to see what her next volley was going to be but she just waited for him. I looked over at him and then down at his hands and that's when I noticed the intricate gold ring on his finger. The design was the same at that on the wooden box Gina had sent me, a circle with two five pointed stars and something else worked into it. Mark noticed me staring at his ring and he frowned.

"You recognize the design," he said speaking to me.

"Yeah, I've seen it somewhere before," I said.

"Perceptive and cautious, he is your son Ginger," he said. "Your Aunt sent you something, something cryptic and it belongs to me. I would like you to return it to me, please."

Mom's body language changed immediately and she narrowed her eyes her caution turning to distrust. 

"I think you should go now," I told Mark and he nodded and rose.

"Yeah, you are no longer welcome here in my house any longer," mom said speaking each word very precisely.

"I understand and I am leaving," he said.

He set his cup down and I glanced down and got another shock when I couldn't see him in the polished surface of the silver tray. I looked up and he smiled brilliantly now.

"Goodbye Ginger, Alexander, take care of yourselves."

Then he was striding out the front door and I looked at mom and then back at the open front door. I forced myself to walk over and close it then lock it. I braced myself against the door and felt my heart pounding.

"Alex what is it," mom asked seeing my state.

"Um nothing," I said and closed my eyes and logic began to discount my insane observations.

There was a reason for it all there had to be. I opened my eyes and mom picked up the coffee cups and carried them to the kitchen.

"He never touched his coffee," she mused.

"Maybe he wasn't thirsty... for coffee."

"Maybe," she replied. "Despite the good looks he has changed."

"How," I asked as I walked over and picked up the serving tray.

"He's, oh I don't know... colder somehow."

"Why don't we get out of here and go see this friend of Gina's huh?"

"Great idea, I could use the drive to clear my head and blow out the cobwebs."

"Let me go get the book and we can still go by the bank right?"

"Sure baby, then we can go meet this man in New York."

Two hours later we drove up to the address on the business card and much to our shock a sign said 'Parking in the Rear'. Parking really? So we drove around back and I'll be damned if there weren't six unclaimed spots so mom parked and I looked at her like the apocalypse had hit and we had missed it.

"Weird," she said beating me to the punch and I just nodded.

There was no sign above the door but as we walked in I saw all the items on the walls and on shelves and knew that we had found without a doubt Giovanni's Palace of the Bizarre and the Strange.

"We're here," I said softly.

"Welcome to... Gina?" asked the tall thin man in the jeans and grateful dead t-shirt.

"No, I'm Ginger her sister," mom replied.

"Well that makes you... little hell... Alexander my how you've grown," he said with a brilliant smile.

"Giovanni," I asked.

"That's me, your Aunt used to buy things for the shop back in the good old days."

"She left your business card in an old book and said we should come see you," I said.

"Old Book you say," he said his face screwing up in puzzlement. "That could be anything from the Codex to the Necronomicon."

"Necronomicon? Is it hand written in an alien language with very disturbing illustrations?"

"Sounds about right, except the alien language unless you are confusing it with Aramaic or cuneiform," he said casually.

I took a pen from the counter and doodled a few of the characters that took my fancy when I looked at the book.

"Is this Aramaic or cuneiform," I asked.

"UM... no... that's definitely 'alien' not meaning little green men alien but just not familiar with it alien," he was ranting now. "You know who would know... no he's dead... oh wait... no he's locked up in Arkham Asylum... she might... no she went to the South Pole and sorta poof gone..."

"Giovanni," mom said breaking his thought process.

"Gina... no sorry Ginger... um... what were we talking about again?"

"We are going to look around if that's okay," she told him.

"Yeah hey this is a great place to shop I do it all the time..."

So we meandered around and the items in the shop reminded me more and more of the leather book. They ranged from what the fuck to just plain gross. 

"Hey Alex how about this for your room," mom said holding up a lamp.

I walked over and looked at it. It was one of those pieces where some artist took a bunch of unrelated stuff and merged it to jack up the price. But the body of the lamp was interesting; it appeared to be either amber or some other yellow stone carved into the curvy figure of a naked woman with one hand on her leg and the other above her head as if beckoning. She had the most sensual smile and despite the crap attached to it I kind of liked it. I looked at the tag...

"A hundred bucks," I said in shock.

"Oh yeah," Giovanni was suddenly behind me and telling me all about the lamp. "What you have in your hands young man is an original Pickman. Most of his work was paintings but this is one of his lost works."

"But a hundred dollars," I asked.

"The Star Glass carving you are so fond of is easily worth that," he mused his finger at his lips.

"Okay I'll bite what is Star Glass?"

"Deep in the Sahara desert there is a place so bleak and terrible only the Bedouin are able to survive there. In ancient times a star fell from the heavens and struck that area and it flash fried the sand into glittering pieces of glass. This particular piece was bought and worked by dear old Pickman after one of his deepest most erotic dream..."

"Giovanni! That's my son you're talking to," mom spun on him.

"A thousand apologies, anyway this particular Djinn haunted his dreams for years until he immortalized her in Star Glass."

"Djinn... what is a Djinn?" I asked.

"A spirit of the air and ether, you've heard of Aladdin's lamp... same thing."

"You mean a genie?"

"Yeah same concept different name," he said.

"You know what, the story alone is worth the hundred bucks, I'll take it." I said.

My mom shook her head and smiled. We returned to the counter and paid for the lamp. As I handed over the cash I noticed Giovanni was looking different clear eyed and coherent.

"Thanks Giovanni," I said.

"Thank you Alex, I'll check on that cryptex for the Tesseract," he replied.

"You'll check on a what for the what," I asked but he just blinked and was Giovanni again.

"Um... did I go away again... damn I hate it when that happens..."

"Giovanni what is a cryptex," mom asked softly.

"Oh that is something for deciphering codes and stuff," he said with a smile.

"And a Tesseract," I asked but he shuddered and blinked a few times before leaning close.

"That is a book Alex, a terrible book that never should have been written..." he said before standing up perfectly straight and saying louder than was normal. "I think I have one on back order..."

"Giovanni, there's no one else here," mom assured him.

"Gina," he whispered. "I'm so sorry Gina I never should have sent you after it."

"What," mom gasped. "What did you do Giovanni?"

Giovanni looked down at his feet and spoke but it wasn't his voice it was much deeper and oh so much colder.

"I sent poor Gina to her death for the Tesseract, the book of the Great Old Ones. It was penned by the high priest of Yog-Sothoth, the opener of ways. They will do anything to get it back. He will do anything to retrieve it..."

Then like a puppet whose strings had been cut Giovanni collapsed onto the floor. We rushed around the counter and mom checked his pulse.

"Is he... dead," I asked.

"No, but he is not in good shape call an ambulance," she said.

The paramedics carried Giovanni out on a gurney still unconscious but stable now. The police asked us our business and we just showed him the lamp and told him we were shopping when he collapsed.

"Well not everybody would have called for an ambulance," the police officer said. "You are good people. I have your information if we have any questions we'll get in touch."

Mom was still shaking so I drove home and pondered the erratic and possible quite delusional Giovanni. Did he send Aunt Gina to her death? Was he somehow responsible for the path she was on? We might never find out the truth.

Light flurries were blowing when I pulled the car into the garage. The door closed and I carried my 'naked lady lamp' into the house and set it on the kitchen table. In the full light it really was pretty, I mean the carving was amazingly detailed. 

"You like your naked lady Alex?"

"Yeah, she's so realistic... but not as hot as you," I told her.

"Flatterer... but I'll take it. So what do you want for dinner?"

"Tacos," I replied.

"After you take 'her' upstairs and plug her in hehe..." mom giggled. "She doesn't belong on the kitchen table."

"I'll be right back," I said and took 'her' to my room and set her on the other nightstand. 

I took the plug and plugged it in but nothing happened. I tried the switch and still nothing. Oh well I could take it apart and fix it, after dinner. So I left her there and went down to help mom fix dinner.

Mom and I ate dinner, did dishes and then sat on the couch and watched some TV. After a couple of hours of mindless entertainment mom fell asleep and I covered her up with a blanket. Bored I went upstairs to work on my lamp project. I turned on the overhead light, unplugged the lamp and set it on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and jeans and propped up my pillows and examined the lamp. It really was a hodgepodge of eclectic pieces. I removed the old woman lamp shade and saw that the light assembly was slid into the bottle and sealed in place. I looked closer and saw that it wasn't soldered but some sort of wax used to keep the assembly from rattling around. That was a creative solution. I looked at the brass base that held the bottle and it appeared handmade and was beautifully done. Last was the bottom of the base and there was a single standard head screw holding it. I leaned over and fished the multi-tool from my nightstand drawer. I began by removing the screw holding the bottom into place and once that was done two things fell into my lap, the wires ending in the plug and a glass stopper for the bottle. I flipped the lamp so I could see in the now open base and frowned. There was no connection between the light assembly and the wires, it was purely decorative... just great. Well at least I had the stopper for the bottle. I could remove the lights and have a nice bottle to decorate my room. Two internal screws later and the brass base was off. I looked at the wax seal and could only scrape the wax off and carefully pry the assembly free. I opened the knife feature of the multi-tool and set the blade against the wax and pushed slowly I didn't want to scratch it. I had a good two inch patch going when I glanced down at the bottle and slice went the blade into my thumb.

"Motherfucker..." I cursed bleeding all over the lamp and all over myself.

I stuck my thumb into my mouth and headed for the bathroom for a bandage. I ran water on the cut just in case, god only knows how old that wax was and I didn't want it getting infected. Two bandages later I got it to stop bleeding. I walked down to the laundry room and took off my shirt and set it on the washer so mom would see the blood stain. Then I looked down and saw my underwear was bloody too. Ah this just gets better. So I snuck upstairs naked trying not to wake my mom. I glared at the lamp and decided it could wait until tomorrow. I set it back on the nightstand with the stopper next to it. I tossed the base and the rest in the trash I just wanted to go to bed at this point. I slipped under the cool clean covers and closed my eyes.

I never saw the eerie stream of violet smoke leak out from between the broken seal of the wax. I never saw the inhumanly beautiful woman who stood above my bed.

"Masterrrrrrrrr," she crooned. "What is your wish Master? Oh what naughty dreams you have about dear sweet Gina. Hmmm as you wish so shall it be."

It seemed like I had barely closed my eyes and there she was my sweet Aunt Gina. I knew I was dreaming but I didn't care. She had her back to me and she was wearing a white cotton shirt and that was all. I moved to stand behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. She purred and pressed her ass against my naked groin.

"MMMMMMMMMMM you are such a naughty boy," she moaned.

I ran my hands up higher but the shirt was buttoned all the way up.

"You didn't think I was going to make it that easy did you?"

"Yeah for a minute there I did," I told her.

She turned around and there perched on her face were the 'old lady' glasses of hers. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn't long before our tongues were dueling and the moan that escaped her lips was as erotic as the shirt or the glasses. I ran my hands over her back and downward until I was cupping her naked ass cheeks. She broke our kiss and licked her lips.

"I want you to use your teeth to open my shirt," she said smiling that naughty smile of hers. "Now get on your knees and work your way up."

Was it my hunger for her or maybe it was my desire to please her but there I was down on my knees her soaked pussy at face level. I licked my lips and looked up but she waggled her finger at me.

"Uh uh uh... no pussy for you until you suck on my titties..."

I growled in frustration but smiled knowing before the dream was done my cock would be buried in that soaked pussy. I brought my teeth to the lowest button and tried my damnedest to get it open but it just plain refused. I tried a second time and a third time... snarling I rose to my feet grabbed the shirt by the collar and pulled. In that dream fashion time slowed to a crawl and I watched each and every button as they shot off in random directions and then my focus latched on to one in particular as it 'pinged' off the window behind us. I was staring at the window as it fogged over and I heard the sound of raindrops falling against the glass. Boom... time snapped back into place and the rainstorm outside the window was very real. Then I looked back at Gina and she smiled. I slowly opened the shirt and gazed at her lovely breasts so large and heavy, just like her sister's except that Gina's nipples were inverted, how interesting. 




Sex in a Bottle



"So you're not identical," I said as I lowered my mouth to her tits.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM no not identical," she purred. "OHHHHHHHH," she gasped as I began to lick and suckle now.

She cupped her tits in offering and I pulled her closer to me by her ass cheeks. My cock slid beneath her sex and she gasped a second time.

"So close baby and yet so far away," Gina moaned in my ear.

I continued to make love to her nipples and knead her ass cheeks getting hungrier for her by the moment.

"Make love to me in the rain," she asked and I nodded.

I opened the double window and they swung outward and beyond a stone balcony overlooking a garden. I climbed out and into the rain and she followed. The rain was warm and gentle and when I pulled her into my arms again she like me was soaked to the bone. Her shirt clung to her like a second skin and her dark areoles shone through the material. I reached for her glasses but she shook her head. She walked over to the thick stone wall that formed the balcony and turned to face me.

"Lift me up," she asked and I took her by the hips and placed her ass on the railing. "Perfect don't you think?" She spread her legs and placed a heel in opposite directions on the wall.

I moved up and she was at the perfect height for me to stand and make love to her. She nodded and took me in her hand and guided me into her soaked pussy.

"UNNNNNNNNNNNNN YESSSSSSSSSSSS," she cried out as I began to thrust inside of her.

Her hair was plastered to her back just like her sister's had been in the shower. She felt so good wrapped around me as my hips drove my cock deeper and deeper into her tight wetness. Gina peeled off the shirt and tossed it away and pulled my lips to her nipples. I licked and suckled her flesh as I buried my cock hard and deep now. She was panting now and I could tell she would come soon. I noticed a change in the storm, the closer she got the stronger the storm became. Lightning split the air and the thunder was almost deafening but still she urged me on. I was like a machine thrusting in and out of her no matter the conditions outside. I wanted her to come for me and then I would shoot deep inside of my dear and precious Gina. 

"OH GOD... so close... unnn unnn unnnn," she moaned loud enough to drown out the thunder.

The fucked her as hard and fast as I could and it was then that I felt her nails dig deep and as she came she cried out and her nails moved up leaving crimson lines of fire on my back. I looked up and into her eyes and saw the hunger there.

"More... give me more..." she demanded.

I picked her up and bent her over the balcony now. I rammed my cock into her from behind and again she cried out for me. I grabbed her hips and hammered her pussy mercilessly. She was grunting each time my cock hit bottom now and I felt the very first tingling of my orgasm. I slowed down and I thought I heard her gasp. I moved slowly now savoring the sensations I never remembered feeling in a dream before. She adjusted quickly and was driving her hips backward now driving my cock as deep as it could go. Her pussy swallowed me up and gripped me like a velvet fist. She was amazing in every way. As I got closer I felt her pussy tightening around me as my cock swelled.

"I can feel you Alex... stretching my naughty little pussy... are you going to cum?"

"Yes," I managed to moan.

"Are you going to shoot inside my pussy?"

"Yes," I said again.

"Good," she snarled.

Suddenly and somehow I was on my back on the stone floor of the balcony. I could actually feel the wounds her nails had made flaring to life as water and mud mixed in them. Then she was straddling me and I watched my cock sink into her eager wet slit.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM that's it," she purred. "I want to make you come this time."

Gina began to ride me slowly at first but that didn't last long. Soon she was driving her hips up and down on me forcing my cock deep inside of her.

"Like that Alex... like my tight pussy riding you?"

I could only nod as I was panting and grunting as I got closer and closer to coming.

"MMMMMMMMMM that delicious fat cock of yours is stretching my pussy... see?"

She pulled her pussy lips aside to show me how full it was. Then she was moving again and now she was lifting up and then dropping letting gravity do all the work. The jarring sensation felt amazing but it was propelling me towards one hell of a climax. 

"This is going to be a big one isn't it Alex? I can tell. Your cock is so big inside of me baby."

Then she leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest and using that for leverage began to move her hips faster and faster now. She dropped her head and her mane of hair fell over her face and my chest as she fucked me. I could hear her breath as she was panting right along with me. Then she was making little whimpering noises and I knew she was going to cum again. 

"Almost there... almost there... NNNNNNNNNNN so damn big inside of me... almost... almost..."

The she lifted all the way up and dropped and I felt my cock shoot deep inside of Gina as her pussy spasmed around me. I think I screamed when I came but the thunder drowned out all the sound and the lightning blinded me.

I woke up and my bed was soaked as were my covers. I blinked and looked around but I was alone. I sat up and winced as lines of pain screamed on my back.

"No way... it was just a dream..." I said to myself.

I raced to the bathroom and examined my back in the mirror. There undeniable were the bloody lines of a woman's nails on my flesh. 

"It was just a dream... wasn't it?"

Scared I walked to my mom's bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Come in," she said and I walked in.

She was sitting up and was wide awake.

"Um," I began. "I had a strange dream."

"What's the matter baby," she said patting the edge of her bed.

I sat down and tried to find a way of explaining my erotic dream to my mom without freaking her out. I decided right away not to mention Gina, which was out.

"I had a real vivid dream and well," I said before turning around and showing her my back.

"Oh my god baby what happened," she asked seeing the fresh marks on my back.

I turned back and took her hand and noticed she was sweaty then I noticed the impossible, blood under her fingertips.

"Mom did you have a strange dream too," I asked.

"Maybe," she said hesitantly.

"Was it raining, a white shirt..."

"Stop..."

"A balcony and a garden..."

"I said fucking stop it Alex!"

I got up and left her then. It seemed like an entire lifetime of weird shit hit all in one day. I was exhausted and hurting and definitely didn't feel like a fight with my mom right then and there. I dug out a ratty old shirt and slipped that on to stop the bleeding. I changed my sheets, pillow cases and walked them to the laundry room. I put on fresh sheets and blankets and called it a night too tired and disturbed to notice that the glass bottle by my bed had changed. The light assembly was gone and only the bottle with its stopper in place was left. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Pleasant dreams Masterrrrrrrrrrr," a sensual voice whispered.

It seemed like I had just closed my eyes when a sound dragged me from the realm of sleep. I opened my eyes and listened. It was a soft sound. I sat up and turned my feet touching the soft carpet. There it was again a soft cooing sound like a dove or a woman moaning in pleasure. I stood up and moved to the door and pressed my ear to it. There, there it was again a deep throated purr. I opened my door and cocked my head and yes it was definitely coming from my mom's bedroom. I should have closed the door and went to bed. I should have ignored that sound of longing. I should have done a lot of things but I didn't. I stalked down the hall and found her door cracked open. I peered inside and there was my mom writhing in the grips of some amazing erotic dream. Her hands were clenched in the sheets and her covers had been kicked off long ago. Silvery moonlight illuminated her naked thighs and belly. She was thrusting her hips up grinding her soaked sex against her dream lover. Her ass was high off the bed as she bit her lip and moaned louder now.

'Go in,' whispered a voice to low to hear consciously.

My hand pushed open the door and my feet shuffled in almost on their own power. Mom's knees were wide apart as if to accommodate a lover and her hips did little circular motions now.

'Move closer," whispered that naughty little voice.

Again my feet were moving and I was standing at the foot of her bed. I could easily see her wet slit glistening in the moonlight. I licked my lips and my throat was dry.

'Climb on up,' the voice urged.

I was kneeling on the end of the bed and then crawled until my head was between her legs. I could smell her sex and her need. I tugged my underwear down and off.

'Do it,' the voice purred. 'You know you want to.'

I took my iron hard cock in hand and tapped her clit with it. She let out a mewing sound and then a lewd grunting sound. The teased her lips with the head and mom growled in need. I eased a few inches into her pussy and she let out a gasp and soft whispery... 'yesssss'.

'Fuck her,' the voice commanded.

I drove the rest of my cock into her and the moan of ecstasy that escaped her lips was intoxicating. I began thrusting in and out of her now no longer caring if she woke up or not. Damn her pussy was so wet and so tight! 

"UNNN UNNNNN UNNNNN," mom moaned. "Fuck me lover... make me cum..."

She never opened her eyes all the while my cock hammered her pussy harder and faster now.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she cried out climaxing and her pussy gripping me tighter still.

No telling how long she had been locked in her dream I thought. I grabbed her legs and placed them over my shoulders and drove my cock deeper still now and she rewarded me by squeezing me with her pussy muscles. Once more she was panting and urging me or her dream lover onward ever onward. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy delighting in finally taking my pleasure from the woman who so reminded me of the woman I had lost. Was it wrong to fuck my mom, probably? Was it terrible to wish it was really Gina, most definitely? But my cock didn't care and right then and there neither did I. Risking it all I stopped and she immediately pouted until I began to roll her onto her belly.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM you want me doggy style baby... okay," she growled as she got onto her hands and knees. "There now fuck me harder... drive that fat cock of yours into me lover."

And I did. I thrust my hips into her as hard and fast as I could. I was going to shoot deep into my mom's pussy and it was going to be great. I had so long denied my desires and now they were coming true. I grabbed her hips and using them for leverage thrust deeper and harder our bodies smacking against each other loud and obscene. 

"YESSSSSSSSS that's it baby drive that cock into me!!! Fuck me hard... and deep...MMMMMMMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSS..."

I thrust into her even as she drove her hips backward and before I knew it I was passed the point of no return and my cock was swelling inside of her. I was going to cum and soon.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNN you're stretching me so good lover... are you going to cum... MMMMMM good... spray my insides baby..."

Slap... slap... slap... went our bodies as they crashed together. My teeth were gritted in a death lock as I fought my orgasm for as long as I could. Damn she felt so good wrapped around me. Not long now I thought as I thrust in quick hard jabs into her. Then when I knew I could hold off no longer I pulled back and paused and then slammed into her as hard as I could and howled as I shot deep into her.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I howled.

My eyes snapped open and my door was opening. There was my mom standing there yawning.

"Wake up sleepy head," she said yawning again.

"Wait... what?" I said looking around disorientated and confused.

"Did I wake you from a dream," she asked.

"UM... yeah..." I murmured.

"Must have prêt-ty intense," she said with a smile nodding at my obvious erection poking up my covers.

"I'll make some coffee and you come down... when you can... hehe," she giggled.

What the fuck just happened? A dream within a dream? Damn that was fucking intense and it felt so damn real! I lifted up the covers and saw the raging erection and frowned. I guess I'll have to take this matter in hand, again. That's when I noticed the bottle and the stopper nestled on top. Had mom snuck in and finished what I started after I fell asleep? I picked up the bottle and looked at it. It was pretty and not just because of the very realistic sculpting involved. The stopper was curious though it was a flame design with a six pointed star at its center sort of like a Star of David. I looked at the lip of the bottle and discovered it was perfectly smooth not a single scratch. Way to go mom! I pulled the stopper up and off and that's when I got the surprise of my life. A plume of violet smoke erupted from the bottle and formed into a very striking young woman. Though her coloring was unlike any girl I had ever seen. Her hair both on her head and between her legs was a savage mix of scarlet, yellow and orange. Her skin had an almost bronze tinge to it and her eyes were the color of molten gold catching the light like nothing human could. Her nipples, finger nails and toe nails were a shade of brass or burnished bronze but it was her pearly whites that caused me concern. They were lovely all in all except for the obvious canines that came down to four sharp points, like a wolf.

"MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRR," she said throwing herself in my embrace. "OOH MASTER is very excited to see me."

"UMMMM," I tried to say but she was tugging the sheets out of the way and straddling me.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Master's cock is so very big," she moaned as I slipped easily into her soaked sex.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMM," I moaned as she began to ride me.

"Does Master like his slave's pussy," she purred in my ear.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS," I hissed as she squeezed me just like dream mom had.

"Does Master want to cum in his slave's pussy," she moaned obviously enjoying the ride.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSS," I moaned louder now.

"Shall I ride you or does Master want to take his naughty slave from behind," she asked.

"UNNNNNNNNN god I don't know you feel so damn good... is this another dream?"

"No Master no more naughty dreams for you," she said bouncing harder now.

"Good," I said my eyes rolling up in my head. "That was getting confusing."

"Did Master enjoy the rainstorm... and his mother's bedroom?" she asked grinding her pussy against me now.

"YOU, you did that?"

"UH HUH... I am a sex spirit Master," she said.

"You mean you are a Djinn?" I asked and she immediately stopped and pouted.

"No," she growled in my ear as her pussy muscles milked me. "I am no mere pitiful djinn I am an Efreet. I am a greater sex spirit Master. I am a spirit of the highest order."

"Sorry I didn't know," I said and she smiled and hugged me to her ample bosom. "Giovanni said Pickman carved a djinn on the bottle."

"Lying stinking Pickman," she spat. "He took credit for a greater man than himself. My bottle was carved by Great Suleiman himself."

"Suleiman," I asked.

"You would know him as Solomon the Wise. It was he that bound me and made me build his great city," she purred.

"You don't sound very upset," I said.

"It is the highest honor to have been bound by the Wisest of Kings," she explained. "I do miss my freedom but in his wisdom I have served great Masters and pleasured them in ways that men would die for."

"So you grant sex wishes," I said.

"After a fashion," she smiled as she began riding me again.

"You can make my sexual desires come to life?" I asked.

"YESSSSSSSSS Master," she purred again. "No matter how simple or how depraved, I am eager to make them cum true."

"Can you..." I began.

"Yes... even that..." she said lifting up and off of me. "Will Master take me doggy style now?"

I saw the eager look on her face and how could I refuse? I knelt behind her and eased back into her very tight pussy.

"MMMMMMMMMMMM that is where Master's cock belongs," she moaned. "Or here," she said pointing to her puckered anus. "Or here," she said pointing to her lips.

I grabbed her hips and gripped her tightly and began to move slowly; then a little faster and faster still.

"MMMMMMMMM Master has a manly grip on his slave's hips," she cooed.

Then she was moving with me thrusting backwards just like in the dream. The naughty slapping sound got louder and louder as did her moans of pleasure. I was grunting now as she squeezed me tighter and tighter with her pussy.

"Fill my pussy Master Alex," she begged now. "Shoot deep into your slave's naughty little hole."

I was panting and covered in a light layer of sweat as I drove my hips into her. She looked over her shoulder at me and there nestled on her nose were the old lady glasses Gina always wore.

"Come on baby," she growled. "Fuck me like you mean it."

I snarled and thrust harder into her lifting her hips each time I rammed my body forward. I stared at her green eyes and the longing there inspired me to new heights of passion. She licked her lips, closed her eyes and nodded as my cock swelled inside of her. A few more thrusts and...

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," we screamed together.

My cum pulsed deep inside of her and she fell forward panting and obviously sated, for now.

"Jeez, I hope mom didn't hear that," I said and she shook her head weakly.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM no Master, when we make love time stops for us," she purred. "Slave thanks Master for so strong an orgasm."

"Do I need to lug your bottle around anytime I want to..."

"...summon me? No Master if you Wish it I can make calling me much easier," she said with an wicked smile.

"Yes I wish it," I said.

"As it is wished so shall it be," she said.

The bottle vanished and I looked around.

"Your hand Master," she giggled.

I looked at my left hand and there sitting on my ring finger a gold ring set with a large facetted diamond and beneath the diamond the Star of David.

"The Star of David," I murmured.

"It is also known as the Seal of Solomon Master."

"How does it work," I asked.

"Just rub the stone and think of me and I shall appear. No one but you can see or interact with me. Then whatever you desire is just a wish away."

"How many wishes do I get," I asked.

"How many do you want?"

"Lots and lots," I said and she giggled again.

"You can have as many as you want," she said hugging me pressing her hard nipples into my bare chest. "MMMMMMMM Master is getting excited again."

"I better not keep mom waiting too long," I said. "But I definitely have some wishing to do."

"Master is kind to think of his mother," she said lowering her head. "In so many different ways."

"Hey now," I tried to argue.

"Did Master not enjoy the second dream?"

"Yes..."

"Then do not deny your heart's desire for her or the other."

"You are pretty wise yourself," I told her.

"One does not dwell in the presence of Solomon and not learn a few things."

"Would you like to follow me around today, unseen that is?"

"Oh that would be lovely Master," she purred.

"Say what do I call you, do you have a name?"

"I do but only the Great One may use that, I am sorry."

"If djinn are air spirits what are Efreets?"

"Ah we are spirits of fire and passion and inspiration."

"Hmm what is Latin for fire?" I asked.

"Aduro, it means to set fire or kindle, why?"

"How about I call you Adura?" I offered.

"Oh how lovely a name my Master has chosen for me!"

"I better get dressed and help mom with breakfast," I said.

She watched with a frown and a heavy sigh when I got dressed. But seemed in better spirits by the time we reached the first floor and the kitchen. I launched into fixing food while mom sipped her coffee.