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Caleb Woke Up Ch. 01

By: McBacon



This is a harem fantasy exploring a naive teen's evolution after finding a magical necklace. 

It is going to be sci-fi, first time, loving wives, mature, Asian, mind control, incest, reluctance, group sex, anal. Not expecting too much BDSM, and any cuckolding will be on the mild side. There will be some Protestant religion woven into the mix.

Everyone will be over 18.

This first installment is focused on the first half of day 1, and mostly covers setup and character development.

The sex starts on page 2 in the section entitled "GETTING THE DEPOSIT".

My personal criticisms of this work are many, but I think a major flaw is that there isn't any bacon references. I plan to fix that in future chapters.

I will edit and resubmit chapters to fix errors and improve story line. 

This is the 2nd rev of chapter 1. Thanks for the comments.

 *** Good Morning *** 

Caleb woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the clock.

Geez. I overslept, he thought.

It was 7:30am, and he wanted to be at the auction by eight.

Caleb had recently got caught up with the storage locker auction fever. He had been watching the shows on cable where they buy lockers and sell the valuable items in them to make money. It was like a mystery box waiting to be unwrapped. Tell him what he's won Don Pardo. And today was the day. The day of his first live auction.

Caleb pulled on some jeans and a plain green t-shirt, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

Walking through the kitchen, Caleb bumped into his mom. She was situated near the entryway, bending over at the waist to pick up some coins that had fallen on the floor. His pelvis and morning wood pressed gently into her rear end threatened to knock her forward onto her knees.

"Caleb!" she exclaimed, as she attempted to keep from tipping over.

Caleb grabbed her hips to prevent her tumbling which caused them to bump nether regions once again.

Caleb's eyes bored into her curvaceous ass. Ever since Caleb had started noticing girls, he had had to work hard not to notice how pretty his mom was. He was raised in a conservatively religious family, and he knew this was breaking some serious rules, but he couldn't help it. It felt euphorically good, but he really didn't want to go to hell. So he bounced between hormone induced highs followed by guilt fueled lows. At some level, he had started associating guilt with the pleasure in a way that enhanced the sweetness of it.

"Oh, sorry Mom. I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I didn't see you there."

She stood up quickly and turned to greet him with a red face. "It's OK. I'm fine."

The situation was really awkward for both mother and son. Darcy, the mother, tried to collect herself so she could deliver the speech she had been preparing all morning.

"You're up early for a Saturday. Does that mean you still plan to go to that auction?"

And now as Caleb faced his mom, he had to work hard not to let his eyes lower to his mother's disturbingly tempting breasts. When he bumped into her, it caused her breasts to readjust themselves so they were sitting higher in her bra, and it caused some cleavage which was very uncharacteristic for his mother. She dressed feminine, but definitely not sexy in any way.

He caught himself from staring and replied, "Yes, but I'm a little late. I'm just going to grab a cheese stick and a glass of milk. Can I have the keys to the truck?"

"Just a second Caleb, I've been giving this some thought."

Whatever it was, Caleb knew he didn't like it already. Caleb's mom was always worrying about something, and it seemed like it was usually about him.

"I don't want you going there on your own. Since your dad thinks it is such a great idea to try and do something that shows some gumption, I think he should go with you to keep you out of trouble."

"But Mom," Caleb whined.

"I have already discussed it with him, and he seems more than happy to go. Your dad is out in the garage right now futzing around wondering when you are going to get up." Caleb had lived a very sheltered life, and he had built up a reserve of passive aggressive resentment for the lack of freedom. The smothering from his mother was starting to get to him.

Caleb whined, "Mom, I'm eighteen and I can take care of myself. Please don't make Dad go with me. I wanted to do this on my own."

"Caleb, I don't want to hear about it. Either he takes you, or you can stay home."

Mom's word was final. She was the family matriarch, and she largely ruled the roost.

"Fine," Caleb said with a harrumph.

"And give me a call when you're done, Caleb. Remember we have a potluck supper at church, and your sister has to get there early for choir practice. I was hoping you could drive her." His sister was nineteen, but she didn't have her license yet. She didn't really need one. Their parents doted on her, and her boyfriend, Brad, would drive her where ever she liked. She had them all wrapped around her finger. Actually, she also had Caleb wrapped around her finger, he just wouldn't admit it.

"What about Brad?"

"I guess that Brad's family is visiting his grandparents this week end."

"OK, I can take her. I should be back by four."

"And have you started studying for your history test on Tuesday?"

"Yes Mom. I put in a couple of hours last night."

"Well, I'd like to see you study for at least a couple of more hours this week end. You can't start letting your grades slip. Otherwise, we'll need to get you a tutor."

"Sure Mom."

He would say anything to get out of there at this point. He just wanted to get to the auction. So after pounding a glass of milk, he grabbed a stick of string cheese, and headed out to the garage to meet up with his dad.

His dad greeted him, "Good morning sleepy head. Ready for the auction? I have a few suggestions. We can go over them on the drive over."

Caleb sighed, gritted his teeth, and got into the passenger seat of the red Ford pickup truck.

Caleb's dad had a lot of suggestions about strategy for the auction. It made for a long fifteen minute car ride. He wanted to be a good son so he pretended to listen and nodded and mostly zoned out. His dad seemed more excited than he did.

His dad was always supportive, but Caleb felt like he went over the top. He didn't really give him a chance to do things on his own.

*** Auction ***

When they got to the auction, there was a pretty good amount of people there, certainly more than Caleb was used to seeing on the TV shows. He had five hundred bucks burning a hole in his pocket, and he was worried that his limited bank roll would mean that he would go home empty handed. He really didn't want that to happen. But, he had been coached into a game plan by his dad. "Take it easy. Watch for an opening. Don't get caught in a bidding war. Watch and learn. Live to fight another day."

Of course, with the best of intentions, Caleb got his ass handed to him on the first unit. He started bidding because no one else would. He thought he could get this one cheap. The unit had some boxes and plastic bags. It didn't look that promising. The unit had a bad smell to it. But Caleb just wanted to get a unit.

Caleb got caught up in the excitement despite his dad's efforts to reel him in. The veteran buyers bid him up to his limit. Caleb was pretty easy to read.

The auctioneer said, "SOLD for five hundred to the young buck!"

Caleb then realized that he had spent all of his money on a unit with nothing of value in sight. His dad seemed disconcerted and uncomfortable. He felt a little embarrassed for his son, and he wished Caleb had remembered some of the strategies they had discussed. His dad was always over coaching, and somehow made Caleb feel inferior, rather than helping him find his own legs and build his own confidence. He was a good person, but he had a hard time letting Caleb figure things out on his own.

"Hey Caleb, so what do you think?"

A veteran walking over to the next auction site yelled out "NOOB!" Some of the other veteran guys chuckled and shook their heads.

Caleb was visibly unhappy.

"Dad, I would rather not talk about it."

His dad respected his wishes, put his hands in his pockets, looked down at his shoes, and sighed.

Caleb sulked over to the office.

*** Office ***

The girl behind the counter was pretty cute. She had shoulder length raven hair pulled back in a pony tail. This hairstyle featured her freckled, pixie face. She wore more make-up and less clothing than Caleb was used to. She wasn't much over five feet tall, and she wasn't much older than Caleb.

She was wearing a black spaghetti tank top that put her shelf and accompanying cleavage on display. Caleb was always tongue tied around pretty girls (even his family). He thought it would be best to avoid the temptation, so he tended to avoid looking at pretty girls when he could.

She reached for Caleb's auction slip, looked at it, and smirked.

"Ah, the noob," she chuckled, at his expense.

Caleb grimaced. "Oh, you heard that?"

She nodded and responded "Yeah, seems like we have been getting more 'noobs' lately because of the shows on cable. Don't take it personal. The guys just try to discourage them from coming back."

Caleb just wanted to forget about it. He took out a wad of bills from his pocket and handed it to her.

She counted it up, and said, "You're fifty short."

Caleb thought there must be a mistake. "It's five hundred, right?"

"No, it's five-fifty. There's a fifty dollar deposit until you finish cleaning the unit."

"How much time do I have to clean it out?"

"Seventy-two hours, so Tuesday morning."

"OK, uh, just a minute. I need to get some money from my dad." This caused the mocking smirk to return to the buxom pixie.

His dad gave Caleb the money. He was a bit uptight about handing it over because they didn't have a lot of discretionary income, but he always had his son's back.

Caleb went in and paid and got his receipt.

The counter girl handled the transaction with complete disinterest which afforded Caleb a couple of glances at her tantalizing bosom. Her breasts looked really alluring in that tank. He was hoping his erection wouldn't be too noticeable, but he needn't have bothered to worry. Caleb, with his timid disposition and lack of self esteem, had the type of personality that served as a form of an invisibility cloak. It was quite easy for folks to forget he was there.

When Caleb opened the unit door, there was no reprieve from his earlier misgivings. He wondered what he ever saw in this unit that made him place a bid. He and his dad sorted through the plastic bags full of dirty and moldy clothes, boxes full of receipts from ten years ago, and a moldy old mattress which seemed to be source of the smell.

"Dad, why the heck would anyone bother to pay to store this stuff?"

"I don't know Caleb. People can be funny sometimes. But keep looking. Maybe there is a hidden gem in here somewhere."

There really wasn't anything salvageable yet, and they were more than half way through the storage unit. His dad noticed that Caleb looked a little worn out.

"Caleb, are you getting hungry?"

"Yeah, I could eat," his son responded.

"Let's bring this load to the dump, and head home for lunch. We can finish up after."

They called home to let his mom, Darcy, know they were coming.

"Hi Mom."

"Hi Caleb. How'd it go?"

"Yeah, well, I bought a unit. We still have some more stuff to look at, but nothing so far."

"So what's up?

"We are going to make a trip to the dump, and then come home for lunch. We'll need to head back for a bit, but there isn't too much left to do."

"Is your Dad there?" 

"You want to talk to Dad? OK, sure. I am handing it over to him."

"Hi Dar. Oh, Meals on Wheels? That's today? Thanks for reminding me. Right. We will see you in about an hour. Can you have some food ready?"

After hearing his wife's reply he said his good bye, hung up and handed the cell phone back to his son.

His dad volunteered a lot at church, and one of the things he did was deliver hot meals to "shut ins", people identified by social services as needing a little extra help. His parents were the salt of the earth, and as nice as daisies.

"Geez Caleb, I forgot I have Meals on Wheels today so I guess I won't be able to help this afternoon. Do you think you'll be all right without me, or do you want to wait until tomorrow? Maybe I can help out after church."

"No, that's OK Dad. I'll be fine. There isn't that much left to go through, just the books really."

When they got home, his mom and sister were in the kitchen making some chicken noodle soup and tuna fish sandwiches. Caleb mostly succeeded in avoiding taking peeks at the two women, and kept his lustful thoughts in check.

His sister grabbed a bowl of soup and put it on a plate next to her sandwich and said, "I am going to take my food up to my room so I can study, OK? I have a mid-term in English Lit next week." She attended the local university.

"Sure honey. Just make sure not to spill," his mom replied.

Caleb looked up to catch his sister taking a big sip of milk so it wouldn't spill so easily. It left a milk mustache on her lip. Caleb liked that look on his sister. He thought about what it would be like to lick it off. Then he mentally chastised himself, and went back to his soup while his sister exited stage right.

His mom asked her husband about how the auction went. Caleb groaned and stared into his soup.

Caleb's dad responded, "Well, Caleb bought a unit with his own money. I don't think we have found anything worth selling yet, but Caleb has a bit more to go through before calling it a loss. Even if he doesn't make a monetary profit, I think he just got some great life experience."

Caleb's mom looked a bit worried which was quite normal for her. "I just don't like this whole idea very much. The thought of preying on someone else's misfortune doesn't feel right. Where did the stuff in the unit come from? Did they fall on hard times? Did someone die? What family keep sakes are lost forever?"

Caleb responded, "Trust me Mom; there isn't anything worthwhile in this unit. The clothes were frayed, smelly and moldy. There might be a couple of interesting books to read, but I really wonder why anyone would bother to store any of this stuff."

His mom didn't let go, "Well, I'm not a big fan of this, Caleb. I hope you can think about getting another hobby that's a little more productive, OK?"

Caleb just nodded while thinking, If you would just let me get a job, I wouldn't be doing this. 

So after lunch, Caleb's headed back to the unit by himself.

*** Like the Dickens ***

Caleb's last hope was that some of the books would be salvageable. The books were mostly hard cover, and one looked leather bound. Maybe there was a first edition in there. He sorted through the books looking for anything interesting. The leather bound book looked like it had some weird looking writing on it that he didn't understand. It looked Egyptian, Russian or Hebrew or something, but it was partially covered by another hard cover book, Great Expectations.

He picked up Great Expectations to move it out of the way, but the Dickens tome seemed to jump out of his hand. He tried to grab it, and succeeded in juggling it for a bit, but it fell to the ground. His lack of coordination all but guaranteed this result. 

When the book hit the floor, it landed on its pages end, and slid open for the floor to read. As it slid open, a necklace spilled out from carved out pages with in the book.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Caleb exclaimed.

Caleb picked up the necklace and inspected it. It had a simple silver style chain with a silver ball pendant with sort of an ornamental weave. The ball was encrusted with little purple glass or gem stones. Maybe he could take this to a pawn shop or jewelry store to get it appraised. He tried to contain his enthusiasm, but started to think the unit wasn't a total loss.

Caleb suddenly noticed that his finger was hurting, and was a little wet and sticky. Apparently his finger had suffered a nasty paper cut while trying to catch the book.

Unbeknownst to Caleb, some blood had smeared onto the pendant of the necklace when he picked it up to examine it. If he had noticed, he would have been freaked out to see the blood absorbed into the pendant, leaving no trace. But Caleb was too focused on the cut on his hand to notice the spooky blood sucking necklace.

His mother had instilled a more than healthy fear of germs in the boy. She usually made him bring a first aid kit with him when he went on any sort of outing. These acts of smothering bothered him a lot, but he was wishing she had pushed for it today.

He was almost done with the unit, so he sucked on his finger a bit and went back to work. Caleb inspected the other books to see if other treasures might drop out of them as well, but that was it for jewelry.

He started to think about what his mom had said about taking advantage of other people's misfortune. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the poor owner who had let this possibly priceless pendant go. But, if somebody stored it here in the first place, maybe it wasn't all that valuable. Why wouldn't they put it in a safety deposit box or something? On the other hand, why would someone go to the trouble of hiding the necklace in a hollowed out book?

Caleb put the pendant in his pocket, and then put the leather book with strange writing, the hollowed out Dickens book, and the other hard cover books into a banker's box to bring home or closer inspection later.

In order to help assuage his guilt, Caleb thought it might be best to keep something that could help him find the previous owner if the item turned out to be too valuable. There were still a small shoe box of receipts and paper work hanging around that Caleb hadn't thrown away yet, so he collected it to sort through later if the appraisal proved out that the necklace was worth something.

The unit now emptied, he headed over to the office to get back his Dad's deposit.

*** An Unexpected Kindness ***

"I think I'm cleared out. Can I get my deposit back now, please?"

The counter girl, Mel, looked up from her computer screen where she was engrossed in the latest happenings on her social media site. She looked a bit irked, and then smirked when she saw who it was.

"Hey noob. So did you find any treasures today?"

Caleb was thinking he might want to keep his find a secret, but his urge to show up the smirky little vixen won out. He fished in his pocket and pulled out his prize.

"Don't know what it's worth, but I think it's kind of neat."

A wave of sexual electricity rolled over her, and brought her to a strong level of arousal. Her nipples hardened under her tank top. Her face flushed. She felt herself becoming moist. The necklace captivated her attention. She couldn't take her eyes off of it.

Caleb saw the counter girl stare at the pendant. She stood up from her metal stool and leaned over the counter, giving Caleb a better vantage point to admire her womanly wares.

Caleb got erections all of the time for no reason at all, but this was just about the most exciting thing he had ever seen. His penis wanted to burst right out of his pants.

"Wow. That looks so amazing. Do you mind if I try it on?" she asked.

He was a little dumbfounded by her tank top encased breasts on display. He picked up his jaw from the floor and held the necklace out for her.

As she grasped the chain, she quickly flashed through a series of fantasies she had been thinking about over the last couple of days while working this boring job. One in particular was a recurring fantasy about having sex with a cute, sexy customer.

She held up the necklace to look at it more closely and said, "Your girlfriend is going to love this."


Caleb Woke Up Ch. 01



Caleb was both amused and flattered. She thought he might have a girlfriend?

He smiled and replied, "Ha, no, I wish I had a girlfriend."

She put on the necklace and her eyes glazed over. She suddenly felt completely at peace. Then a need started to build about pleasing this man. She had heard him say that he wished that he had a girlfriend, and she wanted to, no needed to, fulfill his request. 

She replied rather calmly, "I can help you find a girlfriend."

Caleb thought this was a bit odd, but he was more taken with how the pendant nestled in between her boobs. He was thinking about the fact that he was just holding that pendant, and now look where it is.

Caleb was thinking, Using the substitution principle, I touched the necklace, and the necklace is touching her boobs, so it's almost like I'm touching her boobs! 

The girl looked at Caleb, and read his face. He wore a pained expression from the conflict of desire and guilt. She also noticed the small gash on his finger. It was still seeping blood, although not very much.

"You're bleeding. Can I help?"

Caleb was surprised, embarrassed, and a little pleased at this gesture. He was worried about germs and infection so he replied, "Uh, yeah, that would be nice." 

The girl came around the counter, gently grabbed his wounded hand, and led him to the employee bathroom with a sign that read EMPLOYEES ONLY. She unlocked the door, pulled him in, ran the water and carefully washed off his finger with soap and water.

While she was working on it, her right breast was rubbing up against his arm, which was certainly noticed by Caleb.

After a thorough cleansing, she patted it dry with a paper towel. She kept a hold of his hand and led him back to behind the desk where there was a first-aid kit. She applied some ointment, a band aid, and gave the finger a little kiss.

"Is that better?" she asked.

Caleb blushed. He didn't know how to respond. He was in a state of shock. He only got this type of treatment in his exceedingly rare wet dreams.

It should surprise many to find out that Caleb, at 18, had never once masturbated.

Caleb didn't think about pleasuring himself. It was like he knew it existed because it had been discussed in health class, but he never gave it much consideration. The message he got from church was to not think about girls with lust in his heart. His TV time was budgeted to an hour a week for shows that met his mother's approval. Video games were forbidden. He spent his evenings praying, studying, reading the bible, and trying to be good.

His only sexual outlet was his occasional wet dream where he couldn't repress his desires.

So this little sequence of pleasantries from this scantily clad vixen almost sent him over the edge.

Caleb was a little emboldened by her attentiveness. He took a deep breath, exhaled through pursed lips, and asked timidly, "Uh, do you have a boyfriend?"

She thought for a second, and answered plainly, "Yes, I have a boyfriend."

Caleb was not surprised, but he was a little disappointed.

She startled Caleb a little by continuing, "And I don't cheat on him. But I know that he cheats on me. He really doesn't treat me very well." She wasn't so much reflecting as much as blurting facts.

Caleb was thinking, Wow, why is she telling me this? Maybe she likes me? 

Caleb pressed his luck, "Why are you with him then?"

She took a second, and answered "He treats me how I deserve to be treated. I complain a lot about him, but I am comfortable in this relationship. I don't deserve better. "

This made Caleb a little sad and a little angry. He had developed a crush on this girl who had been so nice to him, and he wanted to protect her.

He spoke in a soft, but commanding tone, "That's not right. You deserve better. You deserve someone nice."

This made her eyes flutter a bit, like she was processing what he said.

In her mind, she rephrased Caleb's direction as if it were a mantra. I deserve someone nice. 

Before she had uttered a response, Caleb already felt embarrassed about stepping over the line. Here he had just met this girl, and he was trying to tell her how to live her life. He pulled away from her and asked for his necklace back. She assented to his request and returned his necklace.

After she took off the necklace, it took a few seconds for her to get her orientation. She looked around with wide eyes. There were suggestions running through her head, mingled with her own consciousness.

I DESERVE A NICE GUY.

She realized then that she needed to break up with her boyfriend.

FIND HIM A GIRLFRIEND. HE DESERVES SOMEONE NICE TOO.

In her mind, she started going down the list of her friends to find a good match for Caleb. Susie? No, she would eat him up. Danielle likes a more masculine guy. Rachel isn't nice enough for him.

Nobody was immediately coming to mind, except maybe ... 

"Caleb, my name is Melissa. You can call me Mel. That's what my friends call me. Uh, I'm thinking about some girls that I can hook you up with, if you are interested. So, can I get your phone number?"

This was too surreal for Caleb. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, just before they get hit by a car.

After several seconds of open mouthed astonishment, Caleb finally managed to stutter, "Uh, uh, I g-g-guess so. L-L-Let me write it down. May I have something to write with?"

Mel surfaced a friendlier version of the smirk she was sporting earlier, and asked for his cell phone. He gave it to her. She used it to call her own phone, and then proceeded to program in her name "MEL" on Caleb's phone with a little heart symbol on the end of it. Caleb didn't even know his phone did heart symbols.

*** Getting The Deposit ***

She grabbed his hand and led him outside and locked up the office. Then they walked hand in hand over to the storage unit. While they were walking, she would look over at him occasionally and smile. Caleb noticed, but he was panic stricken that he would do something really stupid to mess this situation up. He knew she was way out of his league.

They rolled up the door of the storage unit, and she looked around.

"Normally we would look for reasons to not give the full deposit back. You did a pretty good job, but I doubt my boss would've given you five bucks back on this place."

Caleb just listened. She turned to look up to him in the eyes and said, "For you, I don't mind doing a little clean up after my shift is done."

She pulled five crisp ten dollar bills out of her pocket and handed them to Caleb.

"Thanks Melissa, that is really nice, but you really don't need to go to all that trouble for me. I don't mind doing some more cleaning here."

"Call me Mel, and I really don't mind helping you out. Um, I really like you. You should go take it easy. You have been working hard today. You need to go take care of your wound."

He could only look at the bandage on his finger in disbelief and nod his appreciation.

She pulled him into a gentle embrace, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His cheeks and ears burned from embarrassment. As awkward as this was for Caleb, he really liked it. As much as he liked it, he really couldn't enjoy it due to the stress of the situation. He felt uncomfortably numb from his nervousness from the attentions of this pretty girl. But he was pretty sure he would enjoy reminiscing on this moment later after he wound down a bit. He was thinking that this just might be the zenith of his life.

Is this as good as it gets? Can it get any better?  he thought.

For Mel, she was extremely aroused by his cute innocence. He was so adorable, and she wanted him.

She held him in a hug, and started running her hands up and down his back. Caleb did not respond. He felt awkward. He didn't know what to do. He had to force himself to look down into her face.

"Caleb, I am not sure if you heard me, but I like you. I REALLY like you."

She stared him in the eyes, longingly. Caleb couldn't read the signs. He looked back at her as if she was an alien.

She stood up on her tip toes, and made a move gently pressing her lips to his. She knew he was inexperienced and had an innocent soul, and she needed to take it slow and easy. But her blood was burning. She wanted nothing else but to rip off her clothes and rape him.

Caleb pulled back and asked, "What about your boyfriend?"

"I just broke up with him. He just doesn't know it yet," she replied with a smile.

Caleb processed this, but he still felt uneasy about the situation.

But she kissed him again. Her hands traveled down over his back to his butt. She started running her hands over his posterior and she let out a little moan.

Caleb's paralysis started to melt, and he finally responded by putting his arms around her shoulders, and started kissing back.

He had no idea what to do, so he started moving his hands around on her back, and up to her shoulders. He had heard a phrase one time "Fake it 'til you make it." Maybe now was a good time to try that advice.

Caleb was liking the way the bare skin on her shoulders felt in his hands, so soft and smooth. As he was feeling up her shoulder blades, one of her straps accidentally fell to the side of her arm.

She stopped kissing and said, "Do you want to see them?"

Caleb didn't know what she meant. "See who?" he replied.

"The girls? My breasts? Do you want to run your hands over them, and kiss them? They want you to, you know. You would be doing them a favor." She was in a playful mood, and wanted Caleb to play with her.

Caleb was shy. "What if someone sees us?"

"We can fix that. Does your phone have a light on it?"

"Yeah."

"Good, me too."

She walked over to the unit door and pulled down on the chain to pull down the door. It was really dark with a little bit of light streaming in through a crack on one side of the door. She pulled out her phone, and shined the soft dim light of the display on herself. It was a dull lighting that displayed her in a gray scale, devoid of color. But for these purposes, it was very effective. It made the situation more illicit than it already was.

"Watch this," she said. She talked to herself under her breath, unknowingly twisting the phrase, "Let's see if we can bring Mohammed to the mountains."

She held the phone out with one hand and pulled down the other strap of her tank top slowly off her shoulder.

"What are you doing , Mel?"

"Trying to entice you over here, handsome. Is it working?"

"Oh."

The light timed out on the phone, and she went dark. When she turned it back on, she had already reached up with her other hand to grab the bottom front of her tank top, and she was slowly pulling her tank top down over her breasts.

Caleb started shuffling towards her until he was inches away. He wanted to see this more than anything he had ever seen before in his life.

She continued to pull down. The shirt was being a little stubborn, as if hanging on for dear life onto her erect nipples. And then it snapped, and slipped down around her belly.

"I want to introduce you to the girls."

Caleb was nervous. He wondered if he should be here doing this with her. But she was very enticing, and her cajoling was effective.

She reached out and grabbed his hand, and pulled it gently up to her breast.

"They would like some attention. Can you pet them for me?" She was still holding the phone to light herself with one hand.

She was on fire. Her whole body was tingling. She was aching to please this boy.

Caleb started to feel her breast and marveled at all of their attributes. The way her nipple puckered up, the goose bumps around the circle, and the smoothness. He reached underneath and lifted it up, rubber his thumb along the rounded curve of her breast.

His caress was inexperienced, but his innocence fueled her. She felt safe with him. She wanted more. She stepped into him and resumed the kissing.

He reached around with his other hand, and slid it down to her butt. She encouraged him with some moans and more passionate kisses. She started to slide a tongue into Caleb's mouth, and encountered his teeth which she lightly brushed.

As she was licking his teeth, she tasted tuna fish.

She pulled back and looked up at him, smiling. "For future reference, I like tuna fish."

"Hey, I just had tuna fish," Caleb responded.

She giggled, "Yeah, I know. Can I taste some more?"

Her playfulness was slowly getting him to loosen up.

His kissing got more passionate. He liked playing with her tongue. He liked trying to swallow her face.

He also started exploring her more with his hands. He enjoyed running his hands all around her bare back, and down over her round rump. He liked the way she responded to his touches. He especially liked the way her pelvis thrust into him. He encouraged this by grabbing her buttocks and pulling.

For Mel, her body was quivering from his ministrations. Caleb was fumbling his way through things, but the necklace was having a strong effect on her.

Then, his cell phone rang in vibrator mode in his pocket. It sent her over the edge. She erupted into an orgasm. "Oh god, I have never cum this easily before. What is it about you?"

Caleb wasn't paying attention to what she said. He missed her little orgasmic convulsion because he knew who was probably calling. He fished his phone out of his pocket.

He answered timidly, "Hello, Mom?"

"Caleb, I was just calling to check up on you. Are you almost done?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm almost finished here." Caleb responded. Caleb was panic stricken. He was speaking in an elevated voice. He didn't want to stop because it had just started feeling really good, but he didn't want his mom to find out what he was doing.

Mel whispered into Caleb's other ear, "I don't think you are quite 'finished.' Let me see what I can do to help you finish. Let me take care of you while you talk to Mom."

She slid down and started unzipping the fly on his jeans.

He tried to bat her hands away, but she was too nimble for him, and he was trying to concentrate on what his mom was saying.

"Caleb, I need you to be home in an hour, so you can take a shower before taking your sister into church, OK?"

Mel fished out his erection and cooed, "Oooh, so beautiful," as she shined the light from her phone on it. She started kissing it. She reached and out cupped his balls with her free hand.

This was a first. Caleb had never been touched by a girl before. He was floating on the ceiling while his mother droned on. He wasn't in his body. He was watching this scene unfold. It was so erotically surreal for him.

Caleb realized his mom was waiting for a response.

"OK Mom. That sounds fine. I might be a few minutes late because I still need to make another trip to the dump."

"OK, but hurry Caleb. I don't want Anna to be late for practice. I think she has a solo tomorrow."

Caleb was wanting this conversation to be over very badly. He was about to say good bye, but his mother wasn't finished yet. She continued, "So how was this afternoon? Did you find anything interesting?"

His mom's questions were frustrating him. He was flustered.

Mel could sense that Caleb wasn't going to last very long, but things were a little challenging in the dark of the shed with one hand. She put her phone down, and she grabbed his prick by the base, inhaled it into her mouth, and started sucking while bobbing her head along the shaft.

Caleb looked down but really couldn't see what she was doing in the dark down there, but he had never felt anything like this before in his life. Caleb grunted his pleasure.

Mel coached him, "Don't hold it in baby. I want you to cum now."

"What was that Caleb? Are you OK? Did someone call you 'baby'?" his mom asked.

"YEESSS!" Caleb yelled out into his mom's ear as he shot his load into this vixen pixie's cute little mouth.

Caleb's orgasm was magnified through the necklace. Mel felt a hot sensual wave of pleasure roll over her, and it knocked her on her ass, and caused her to orgasm again.

She swallowed what cum was in her mouth, but Caleb's pole came loose when she fell back, and his seed started flying all over her. Mel felt it flap onto her breasts, and shorts, and legs. She didn't care. It was like she was stoned from this mystical orgasm.

His mom was alarmed. "What Caleb? What is going on there? Are you all right?" Caleb's mom shouted.

Mel could hear the alarmed mama hen shouting, and she thought it was funny. In her state of orgasmic bliss, she started giggling.

"Caleb, do I hear a girl giggling there?"

Caleb managed to gasp out, "Uh, yes mom. Mel is taking care of me. She is checking out my unit so I can get my deposit back."

Mel burst out laughing at the double meaning, but Caleb was clueless. She had a high pitched cackle. She was laughing so hard, she could barely get out, "Deposit, I think you just gave me a deposit, but I am glad to be of service." She giggled at her word play and the situation.

"What's that? I don't think I got that. What did she say?" Caleb's mom asked. She was beginning to have some suspicions that there was some malarkey in progress.

"She was just telling me the unit looks fine, and I should get all of my deposit back," Caleb still didn't understand Mel's punning.

"Well, all right then Caleb. You will have to explain it to me later, but please hurry home," Darcy said.

"OK Mom, I will try. Bye." And he hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

"I have finished checking out your 'unit,' and it is in fine condition. Have a nice day. Please cum again."

Caleb was relieved to be off of the phone, but still turned on by the events of the last ten minutes. He wanted some freedom from his mom's smothering. As far as acts of defiance go, this one felt pretty good to him.

"Mel, you were so wicked," Caleb said, breaking out into a wide smile. He couldn't be mad. It felt so fantastic.

"God, Caleb, that was a completely unbelievable experience. I've never blown a guy while he was on the phone with his mom. It was so kinky!" Mel exclaimed. "Did it turn you on to be on the phone with your mom?"

"I don't know, maybe a little. It felt a little rebellious, I guess. But it was so wrong," he couldn't help but smile. That goofy smile looked like it was promising to be pasted there all day.

"Don't worry Caleb. Everybody has their kinks. I bet even your mom has some kinks."

"You don't know my mom. She's very religious."

"You might be surprised. Sometimes it's the religious ones that are the kinkiest."

Caleb couldn't fathom that. He just shook his head. His mom didn't have a sexual bone in her body.

"Well this was fantastic, but I really need to get going. Is that OK Mel?"

"Yeah, I need to get back to the office."

She was thinking, My boss is probably going to be pissed, but it was sooo worth it. 

But Mel realized she probably wasn't in a state to be seen in public, so she asked, "Could you help me get cleaned up first? It is hard to tell in the dark here, but I think you just painted me with your cum."

"Oh, geez, sorry about that."

"Trust me, I am not complaining. But can I get a little light, please?"

Caleb took out his phone and put the flashlight setting on, and shined the light on Mel. She was a sight. His sperm was running down her chin, and there were wads of his seed all over her.

She started wiping it with her hands and licking it off. She pulled her tits up to her mouth and licked off what she could reach.

I never really liked the taste before, but this tastes nice. I could get addicted to this, she thought.

This sight started getting Caleb excited again. She was so exotic to him, and this was so dirty.

Caleb took off his shirt and handed it to her. "You can wear that if you want. I guess I sort of messed up your clothes there."




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 01



"That is so sweet of you Caleb."

She took her shirt and shorts off, and handed them to Caleb. For a minute she was just in a pair of black panties. Caleb was soaking in this vision of loveliness as he held his phone up to give her some light.

"You're so pretty, Mel."

"Thanks." She was flattered. She put on his T-shirt.

"That looks good on you Mel."

Seeing her in his shirt gave him a not so subtle sense of ownership. Like she was wearing his shirt. It was like a brand, right?

She took the opportunity to give him a hug. It escalated into an open mouthed kiss that could have easily escalated into another bout of passion, but Caleb remembered that he needed to get going and pulled away.

Mel hung on to him and said, "Any time you need to make another deposit, you have my number." And she gave him another kiss.

"OK, sure."

Caleb turned and opened the door. She grabbed her phone, and they left the locker.

She walked him to his pickup, her arm looped through his, and mashing her breast into his arm as they walked.

Caleb got into the truck and started it up.

She knocked on the window and made an exaggerated cranking motion which sort of made her breasts jiggle. Caleb found it extremely distracting the way her breasts were bouncing around under his shirt. But he caught himself from staring, and rolled down the window.

"Don't forget to give me a call. We should get together and talk about potential girl friends for you, and maybe you can help me find a new boy friend?"

She stepped up on the running board and gave Caleb a solid smack on the lips.

"Now, can I have my clothes back?" she asked with a smile.

Caleb forgot he was still holding her shirt and shorts. He handed them back to her, and waved as he backed out, and turned towards the exit.

As he pulled out of the lot and headed for the dump, he started to reflect on his afternoon with Mel. He couldn't figure out what he had done that would cause him to deserve this. And he was sure that it was only a matter of time before he would do something stupid that would turn this pretty girl away.

He drove to the dump for his final unload in a hormone induced fog. His nerves were on edge as he was waiting for the big hammer of instant karma to crush him. This was too good. He didn't deserve this. He wasn't worthy.

After the dump, Caleb came home to his mom putting the finishing touches on a hot dish for the pot luck dinner.

Caleb was worried that he was going to get a third degree inquisition for what had transpired on the phone earlier. He couldn't remember it all; it was such a blur now. But he was pretty sure he was in for it.

"Hi Mom."

His mom was had a full interrogation planned out, but when she saw him walk in, she was hit with a wave of pleasure that caught her off guard. As a result, she lost her train of thought and focused on her son's naked chest.

"Hi Caleb. I am glad you are home."

Her voice sounded different than usual. It was in a lower register, and almost sounded sultry.

I do believe my boy is growing up, she thought. She reached over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and a little hug.

It affected her more than a motherly hug should. She wanted to keep holding on. She made sure to push her boobs up into his chest, and she ran her hand down up and down his back once.

His skin feels so smooth, she thought. She caught herself from almost moaning.

Caleb was the one to break the embrace.

"I don't have much time right now Mom. I need to grab a quick shower," Caleb said.

"OK Son, but I have a few questions for you later. Maybe we can talk after the pot luck?"

"Sure Mom."

She was looking forward to spending more time with him.

Caleb didn't notice the extra attention. He was just relieved to get out without the questions, even if he was just delaying the pain until later.

He grabbed a quick cold shower to wash of the sweat and the sex from this afternoon, and to try and cool off.

He needed to process the events of the day, but he didn't know where to begin. It was all kind of spiraling out of control, but it ended up in a pretty good place. Maybe he shouldn't be worrying about the crazy stuff, but just enjoy it.

After the shower, he got ready and popped back downstairs into the kitchen and was met with a sight that took his breath away. His sister was stooped over with her head in the refrigerator checking on something. She was wearing a calf length black fabric skirt that hugged her curves. She stood up and turned around when she heard him come in.

"I made the lime Jello with Mandarin oranges. I was afraid it wouldn't set in time, but it looks like it is just about ready" she said.

The cool air from the refrigerator made her nipples stand out, and it was making a visible dent in her flimsy bra and button down shirt. Caleb was paying close attention. She noticed Caleb looking at her breasts, but she didn't mind. It made her feel good to be noticed. She also liked the way her nipples felt rubbing around in her bra. She made a point of arching her back and stretching to enjoy the feeling.

Looking at his sisters breasts put his mind onto the Jello. He liked Jello, but he disliked the Mandarin orange combo. Somehow it always appeared at their church potluck dinners. I guess tonight was Caleb's family's turn in the Mandarin orange Jello rotation.

"We will see you later kids. Thanks for driving your sister, Caleb."

Caleb froze up. He didn't realize that his mom was there. Did she catch him checking out his sister?

In fact, his mom did catch him, but instead of disapproval, she thought she would add to his show. She made a point of drawing Caleb's attention as she leaned over at the hip to look into the oven.

"Caleb, can you grab me a hot pad?"

She sometimes worried that Caleb might have homosexual tendencies, and tonight she thought she should go a little further to test the waters with him. She found it exciting.

He went and got a hot pad and brought it to his mother. From this vantage point, he could see down her shirt. She uncharacteristically had several buttons undone, and he could see her bra encased breasts through the neck of her shirt.

The siblings walked out to the truck. Anna got in. Caleb realized he hadn't finished emptying out the back of the truck. There wasn't much worth saving, so he took the boxes of books and the box of receipts and stowed them in the garage.

Caleb got in, pulled out of the driveway and started towards the church with Anna in the passenger seat.

His sister looked over at Caleb and asked, "So did you find anything interesting today?"



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 02



Just to recap, Caleb is a naive boy raised in a sheltered, religious home. Somehow this clueless innocent found a magic necklace, but he hasn't figured out the powers of the necklace yet because he isn't that bright, and it's been a pretty busy day. 

(revision 2 -- fixed some consistency issues)

*** Driving Miss Anna ***

He loved his older sister. Everybody did. She was sweet, and was good at everything she attempted. She got excellent grades, had been captain of the high school dance squad, and was a featured soloist in the high school choir. She got what she wanted through determination and sweat. 

He guessed that his sister was cute, as much as any guy can judge his sister. She made the most of what she had. She usually wore contacts, but Caleb preferred her when she occasionally wore her thick black framed glasses. She didn't wear much make-up and a naturally smooth complexion. 

He had once heard his mom talking to one of her friends about all of the growth hormones in the milk these days, and how it impacted young girls breasts. She must have been talking about Anna. Her breasts were much larger than her mom's, and she tried to hide them which was near impossible. She wanted to look good, but she didn't want to look like a floozy so his sister tried to hide her large boobs the best that she could, but it was very difficult to do. At a minimum, she didn't show cleavage.

If she had any flaws, maybe it was that she tended to be a little judgmental and had no patience for sleazy girls. She was a "good girl", and was quick to dismiss girls for too much make up or rumors of being too easy. She had a bit of a reputation of being a "goody two shoes", or a stuck up bitch, depending on who you talked to. 

Now she was in her first year at the local college, and was thinking that she might like something in the life sciences. She wasn't ruling out nursing or even being a doctor. It would be a stretch for their family's income, but she had a decent scholarship.

And although Caleb admired her a lot, he was a little tired of living in her shadow. He thought that now he was a senior in high school, and his sister was attending the local college, that maybe he would find some area to stand out. But that wasn't the case because he was absolutely average in practically every way.

***

So as Caleb was driving his sister to church choir practice, she asked him if he had found anything interesting in his storage unit.

Ah, if she only knew. Caleb was thinking back to his earlier experience with the buxom pixie, Mel.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he pulled the necklace out of his pocket and held it up for her to see.

"I don't know if it is worth anything, but it does look pretty cool, don't you think?" Caleb asked.

When Caleb took the pendant out of his pocket and held it up, she was mesmerized. She felt a wave of sexual desire wash over her. She was blushing. 

This is not right. I shouldn't feel this way around my brother.  She tried to shake it off, but it wasn't working.

"Caleb, it's too bad you don't have a girlfriend, because she would absolutely love this."

Caleb chuckled, "Yep. A girlfriend would be good."

As she delicately took the chain from Caleb's hand, a fantasy roulette wheel of images flashed through her mind. It landed on an image of her being a teasing temptress, a seductress.

She put the necklace on over her head, and her face went slack and her mouth opened a bit. A small shiver went through her body. 

She felt really good.

"Well Sis, do you think it could be worth anything?"

"Caleb, I think this is a very special necklace. I don't think you should try to sell it," she said rather flatly.

He didn't notice her affectation, but her words surprised him. He was out five hundred bucks, and he was hoping to make a little of the money back. Maybe his sister wanted the necklace for herself? 

"Would she try to keep it?" he thought. He felt a little nervous about it. I mean, she has never really given me a chance to doubt her, but she really seems smitten with it. 

"Anna, can I have the necklace back, please?"

"Yes Caleb," she handed it back to him. 

As she handed it back, she came out of her trance to encounter some subconscious messages. 

"PLEASE HIM"

"My brother is so cute and adorable. I really should be a nicer sister for him."

"TEASE HIM"

"I sometimes wish I could be a bad girl. It would be nice to let loose once in a while.

"I know he likes looking at me. Brothers shouldn't look at their sisters that way. Maybe I could put on a bit of a show, just for him and teach him a lesson or two." 

On a whim, Caleb hung the necklace on the rear view mirror.

"So Anna, do you think I should get a girlfriend?" 

"Sure Bro. It's about time. I know several girlfriends that would be good for you. Can I set you up on some dates?" 

Her response sent Caleb for a loop. They loved each other as siblings, and there was surprisingly little bickering. But she never really went out of her way for him, especially for things like this.

He looked over at her in surprise. He noticed that her face was red and she was glistening. Was she sweating?

"Are you feeling all right, Sis? You look a little warm."

I do feel warm. Maybe I can cool off and warm him up at the same time? 

"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little HOT. I should've worn a shorter skirt," she replied with emphasis on the "hot." She tried to make it sound sexy, but it came out a little awkward. She was overacting. This was all pretty new to her, but like everything else she did, she was determined to get it right.

"You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable, do you, Caleb?"

Caleb noticed out of the corner of his eye that his sister's legs were starting to rub themselves together. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it above her knee up to mid thigh.

Caleb let out a guilty groan of desire. She heard it, and was quite pleased with herself.

Caleb felt guilt. Be a good brother, he thought. He pulled his eyeballs back into his sockets, and returned them to the road. 

"So where is Brad tonight, Anna?"

"He's up at his Grandma's with the family. They won't be back until late Sunday night, not that I am looking forward to seeing him."

"Why, what happened?" Caleb asked. He thought it was odd that she was being open with him. They never talked about this stuff.

"Well, last time we went out, Brad was all hands as usual, and I cut him off after he felt me up a bit."

Caleb did a double take. 

"What? Did you say he 'felt you up'?" 

"Yes, he did. He felt my boobs under the shirt, over the bra. I wasn't sure I would be able to stop if we went much further. I get so randy sometimes. Do you ever get randy little brother?" she asked, smiling. She placed a hand on his leg, and gave it an affectionate little squeeze. 

This was making Caleb blush. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time this was exhilarating. He closed one eye, like he was in pain, and groaned some more.

She was looking at him with a Cheshire grin. She knew this was embarrassing for him, and she was relishing it. But she wasn't done.

"Brad got upset and yelled at me. Isn't he just the meanest?"

"Yeah, the meanest," Caleb parroted.

"Brad's really mad now. He had a choice to stay home this weekend by himself and we could have spent more time together, but he chose to go out of spite. He said he had the biggest case of blue balls in the tri-state area. Do you ever get blue balls, Caleb?"

As she said this, she moved the hand on his leg up closer to his crotch, as if to emphasize "blue balls". 

He didn't know what she was up to, and he didn't know what blue balls were. He didn't want to sound dumb so he deflected the question. "Anna, you should drop that jerk and find someone nicer who appreciates you more."

"I know Caleb, but it's hard."

She gave his leg a squeeze as she said hard. 

"I wish I could find someone as nice as you Caleb. You are so understanding."

"Sorry to disappoint you Anna, but I think there is only one loser like me."

Anna had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt with her right hand. 

"Caleb, you aren't a loser. I think that you are just the sweetest guy I ever met."

Caleb blushed. "Uh, thanks Sis." He had always had crush on his sister. He wanted to marry her when he was 4. A part of him still wanted that.

Under his breath he said "Anna thinks I am nice. It is too bad that nice doesn't get the girls." 

He heard Anna attempt a sultry response, "You'd be surprised what nice can get you, Caleb."

His eyebrows shot up. He was shocked that she heard him, but also at the tone and the sentiment of her response. 

"Is she flirting? I need to get my ears checked," he thought. He shook his head in disbelief.

All of his sister's attention was making Caleb's blood pressure rise, and so did the zipper of his pants as his manhood ballooned. 

She let go of his leg, and continued to flap her shirt. 

"Do you have a bottle of water in here? I am still hot." 

"Yeah, there should be a couple of bottles behind the seat."

Anna unbuckled herself, turned around, and leaned over back behind the bench seat around the jump seat area, giving Caleb an opportunity to look at her fine teen-aged ass and legs. Her skirt was still bunched up around her thighs. She spread her legs to make sure the skirt didn't drop down, and it caused it to inch up just a smidgen.

"Don't see any cops, OK?" she quipped.

"Sure, Anna," he smiled. It was their little joke when she unfastened her seat belt in the car.

Hoping that he was looking, she sort of exaggerated her wiggle while she reached for the bottle, even though the bottle was easily within reach. When she came back up, another button had come undone on her shirt. 

I feel so naughty! she thought.

Anna resumed flapping the top of her shirt back and forth in a flirty way on the pretense that she was trying to cool off. 

Caleb was focused on driving, and still didn't notice. He was missing out on a great show.

Just then they made it to church and pulled in the lower level church parking lot, and parked. There probably wouldn't be any cars here for another half hour.

"Caleb, do you think it would be OK if we sat out here for a couple minutes? For some reason I don't feel like going in yet."

Caleb looked over at her, and was shocked to see her flapping the top of her mostly unbuttoned shirt under the guise of fanning some air onto her hot chest. 

"Uh sure sis. If you are still hot, maybe you should drink some more water?"

Be a good brother. Be a good brother, he kept reminding himself as he tried in vain to avert his eyes.

Anna noticed that she was having the desired effect on his brother as the front of his pants was stretched to capacity. 

This is so much fun! Look what I can do!  she thought.

"Good idea, little brother. I really need to cool off. I am just so hot."

She formed in her mind a routine that she wanted to perform. 

She pulled her shirt open from both sides exposing most of her bra encased breasts and left it that way. She took the cap off the water bottle, tipped her head up towards the ceiling, and poured some water in from an inch above her lips. Her mouth that was formed in the shape of an 'O'. 

Caleb was thinking, What the heck? 

She raised the bottle further up, and some of the water splashed and spilled down the side of her face. 

Caleb watched the spill in awe as it formed a small rivulet down her chin, splashing onto her shelf, sliding into her cleavage, and soaking into her bra.

His brain melted. His thoughts roughly translated to, homina, homina, homina... 

"Oooh, that feels good, but now I am all wet. Caleb dear, could you get me a napkin or something?"

Caleb snapped out of his reverie and looked around, but couldn't immediately find anything absorbent. 

"Maybe in the glove compartment?" she suggested.

Caleb wasn't sure why she wasn't getting it herself, but he leaned over her lap and reached between her legs to open the glove compartment. He tried to avoid touching her legs which were spread open wide. He noticed that the skirt had inched further up her thighs so her panties were almost exposed. 

She moved a leg so it brushed against his arm, and playfully nudged it to make it more difficult for him to grab the napkins. 

What has gotten into her?

He grabbed the napkins out and threw them on her sister's lap.

"Caleb, you do it."

"What?"

"Caleb. be a good brother and pat my bosom dry. Won't you, now? Please?" she purred. She was loving this. She felt so powerful.

What his sister was saying didn't make any sense to Caleb. It was definitely wrong. But his brain was on sexual overload, and he really, really wanted to believe he had an excuse to "pat her dry." 

His heart was racing as he picked up a napkin from her lap, and gingerly started patting the wet spots leading down her neck. He followed the wet trail to her bra covered breast. The water had funneled down her cleavage, and Caleb cautiously kept dabbing down deeper into the crevice. He was continuously glancing up at her and waiting for her to stop him. 

He was having trouble breathing. This was way too exciting. His heart was going to pound a hole in his chest, but he wasn't complaining.

She looked at him and smiled with a smoldering look, reached out and grasped his hand. 

"Mmmm, you have a gentle touch. Sometimes I wish you weren't my brother." 

She started to pull his hand into her breast.

Caleb gasped in surprise and pulled back his arm as if her touch had burnt him. He felt flushed. It was too much. His world began to spin. His eyes rolled back in his head, and Caleb passed out. 

*** 

Caleb woke up a few minutes later to his sister splashing some water on his face. His eyes fluttered open, and he started to look around as he tried to remember where he was and what had happened.

"Are you all right? You really scared me?"

"Anna, what happened?"

His sister responded innocently, "Well we pulled into the parking lot, and you just passed out? Do you think spending the afternoon in the storage unit breathing in moldy dust could have affected you? Were there any chemicals there?"

Caleb bolted up in his seat and looked around where he was. It all came back to him what had happened with his sister. He was still in the car, but Anna was all buttoned up and her skirt was pulled down. 

Was it all a dream?  he thought.

Her shirt looked a little wet between her breasts. 

Maybe she spilled a little water when she was trying to revive him?  he wondered.

But it was a little too vivid for a dream. Caleb was confused.

"Caleb, you shouldn't drive anywhere yet. Why don't you come in and hang out with us at choir practice until the dinner starts?"

"OK, sure, but I want to sit out here for a few minutes and collect myself, OK Sis?"

"Fine, but Caleb, you really scared me. You are my only brother. No more fainting, OK?" 

She leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

Anna got out of the car and walked in. As her brother watched, her hips seemed to sway in an exaggerated fashion. Caleb was pretty sure he was just imagining it. 

He sat back, heaved a deep sigh through pursed lips and ballooned cheeks. Our protagonist was beginning to think himself crazy. That was the only possible explanation. His sister just wouldn't do something like that. 

He grabbed the necklace from the rear view mirror, put it on, and tucked it under his shirt. He took a couple of big gulps of water from the bottle, and made his way into church.



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 02a



 OK, I am trying something weird here that is probably going to confuse some folks. I wanted to twist the original story so I decided to do an alternate version on chapter 2. This is basically the same plot with a little more sex thrown in. 

Just to recap, Caleb is a naive boy raised in a sheltered, religious home. Somehow this clueless innocent found a magic necklace, but he hasn't figured out the powers of the necklace yet because he isn't that bright, and it's been a pretty busy day. 

This version involves oral from sister to younger brother. They are both over 18. 

*** Driving Miss Anna ***

He loved his older sister. Everybody did. She was sweet, and was good at everything she attempted. She got excellent grades, had been captain of the high school dance squad, and was a featured soloist in the high school choir. She got what she wanted through determination and sweat. 

He guessed that his sister was cute, as much as any guy can judge his sister. She made the most of what she had. She usually wore contacts, but Caleb preferred her when she occasionally wore her thick black framed glasses. She didn't wear much make-up and a naturally smooth complexion. 

He had once heard his mom talking to one of her friends about all of the growth hormones in the milk these days, and how it impacted young girls breasts. She must have been talking about Anna. Her breasts were much larger than her mom's, and she tried to hide them which was near impossible. She wanted to look good, but she didn't want to look like a floozy so his sister tried to hide her large boobs the best that she could, but it was very difficult to do. At a minimum, she didn't show cleavage.

If she had any flaws, maybe it was that she tended to be a little judgmental and had no patience for sleazy girls. She was a "good girl", and was quick to dismiss girls for too much make up or rumors of being too easy. She had a bit of a reputation of being a "goody two shoes", or a stuck up bitch, depending on who you talked to. 

Now she was in her first year at the local college, and was thinking that she might like something in the life sciences. She wasn't ruling out nursing or even being a doctor. It would be a stretch for their family's income, but she had a decent scholarship.

And although Caleb admired her a lot, he was a little tired of living in her shadow. He thought that now he was a senior in high school, and his sister was attending the local college, that maybe he would find some area to stand out. But that wasn't the case because he was absolutely average in practically every way.

***

So as Caleb was driving his sister to church choir practice, she asked him if he had found anything interesting in his storage unit.

Ah, if she only knew. Caleb was thinking back to his earlier experience with the buxom pixie, Mel.

Without taking his eyes off the road, he pulled the necklace out of his pocket and held it up for her to see.

"I don't know if it is worth anything, but it does look pretty cool, don't you think?" Caleb asked.

When Caleb took the pendant out of his pocket and held it up, she was mesmerized. She felt a wave of sexual desire wash over her. She was blushing. 

This is not right. I shouldn't feel this way around my brother.  She tried to shake it off, but it wasn't working.

"Caleb, it's too bad you don't have a girlfriend, because she would absolutely love this."

Caleb chuckled, "Yep. A girlfriend would be good."

As she delicately took the chain from Caleb's hand, a fantasy roulette wheel of images flashed through her mind. It landed on an image of her being a teasing temptress, a seductress.

She put the necklace on over her head, and her face went slack and her mouth opened a bit. A small shiver went through her body. 

She felt really good.

"Well Sis, do you think it could be worth anything?"

"Caleb, I think this is a very special necklace. I don't think you should try to sell it," she said rather flatly.

He didn't notice her affectation, but her words surprised him. He was out five hundred bucks, and he was hoping to make a little of the money back. Maybe his sister wanted the necklace for herself? 

"Would she try to keep it?" he thought. He felt a little nervous about it. I mean, she has never really given me a chance to doubt her, but she really seems smitten with it. 

"Anna, can I have the necklace back, please?"

"Yes Caleb," she handed it back to him. 

As she handed it back, she came out of her trance to encounter some subconscious messages. 

"PLEASE HIM"

"My brother is so cute and adorable. I really should be a nicer sister for him."

"TEASE HIM"

"I sometimes wish I could be a bad girl. It would be nice to let loose once in a while.

"I know he likes looking at me. Brothers shouldn't look at their sisters that way. Maybe I could put on a bit of a show, just for him and teach him a lesson or two." 

On a whim, Caleb hung the necklace on the rear view mirror.

"So Anna, do you think I should get a girlfriend?" 

"Sure Bro. It's about time. I know several girlfriends that would be good for you. Can I set you up on some dates?" 

Her response sent Caleb for a loop. They loved each other as siblings, and there was surprisingly little bickering. But she never really went out of her way for him, especially for things like this.

He looked over at her in surprise. He noticed that her face was red and she was glistening. Was she sweating?

"Are you feeling all right, Sis? You look a little warm."

I do feel warm. Maybe I can cool off and warm him up at the same time? 

"Now that you mention it, I am feeling a little HOT. I should've worn a shorter skirt," she replied with emphasis on the "hot." She tried to make it sound sexy, but it came out a little awkward. She was overacting. This was all pretty new to her, but like everything else she did, she was determined to get it right.

"You don't mind if I get a little more comfortable, do you, Caleb?"

Caleb noticed out of the corner of his eye that his sister's legs were starting to rub themselves together. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it above her knee up to mid thigh.

Caleb let out a guilty groan of desire. She heard it, and was quite pleased with herself.

Caleb felt guilt. Be a good brother, he thought. He pulled his eyeballs back into his sockets, and returned them to the road. 

"So where is Brad tonight, Anna?"

"He's up at his Grandma's with the family. They won't be back until late Sunday night, not that I am looking forward to seeing him."

"Why, what happened?" Caleb asked. He thought it was odd that she was being open with him. They never talked about this stuff.

"Well, last time we went out, Brad was all hands as usual, and I cut him off after he felt me up a bit."

Caleb did a double take. 

"What? Did you say he 'felt you up'?" 

"Yes, he did. He felt my boobs under the shirt, over the bra. I wasn't sure I would be able to stop if we went much further. I get so randy sometimes. Do you ever get randy little brother?" she asked, smiling. She placed a hand on his leg, and gave it an affectionate little squeeze. 

This was making Caleb blush. He felt extremely uncomfortable, but at the same time this was exhilarating. He closed one eye, like he was in pain, and groaned some more.

She was looking at him with a Cheshire grin. She knew this was embarrassing for him, and she was relishing it. But she wasn't done.

"Brad got upset and yelled at me. Isn't he just the meanest?"

"Yeah, the meanest," Caleb parroted.

"Brad's really mad now. He had a choice to stay home this weekend by himself and we could have spent more time together, but he chose to go out of spite. He said he had the biggest case of blue balls in the tri-state area. Do you ever get blue balls, Caleb?"

As she said this, she moved the hand on his leg up closer to his crotch, as if to emphasize "blue balls". 

He didn't know what she was up to, and he didn't know what blue balls were. He didn't want to sound dumb so he deflected the question. "Anna, you should drop that jerk and find someone nicer who appreciates you more."

"I know Caleb, but it's hard."

She gave his leg a squeeze as she said hard. 

"I wish I could find someone as nice as you Caleb. You are so understanding."

"Sorry to disappoint you Anna, but I think there is only one loser like me."

Anna had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt with her right hand. 

"Caleb, you aren't a loser. I think that you are just the sweetest guy I ever met."

Caleb blushed. "Uh, thanks Sis." He had always had crush on his sister. He wanted to marry her when he was 4. A part of him still wanted that.

Under his breath he said "Anna thinks I am nice. It is too bad that nice doesn't get the girls." 

He heard Anna attempt a sultry response, "You'd be surprised what nice can get you, Caleb."

His eyebrows shot up. He was shocked that she heard him, but also at the tone and the sentiment of her response. 

"Is she flirting? I need to get my ears checked," he thought. He shook his head in disbelief.

All of his sister's attention was making Caleb's blood pressure rise, and so did the zipper of his pants as his manhood ballooned. 

She let go of his leg, and continued to flap her shirt. 

"Do you have a bottle of water in here? I am still hot." 

"Yeah, there should be a couple of bottles behind the seat."

Anna unbuckled herself, turned around, and leaned over back behind the bench seat around the jump seat area, giving Caleb an opportunity to look at her fine teen-aged ass and legs. Her skirt was still bunched up around her thighs. She spread her legs to make sure the skirt didn't drop down, and it caused it to inch up just a smidgen.

"Don't see any cops, OK?" she quipped.

"Sure, Anna," he smiled. It was their little joke when she unfastened her seat belt in the car.

Hoping that he was looking, she sort of exaggerated her wiggle while she reached for the bottle, even though the bottle was easily within reach. When she came back up, another button had come undone on her shirt. 

I feel so naughty! she thought.

Anna resumed flapping the top of her shirt back and forth in a flirty way on the pretense that she was trying to cool off. 

Caleb was focused on driving, and still didn't notice. He was missing out on a great show.

Just then they made it to church and pulled in the lower level church parking lot, and parked. There probably wouldn't be any cars here for another half hour.

"Caleb, do you think it would be OK if we sat out here for a couple minutes? For some reason I don't feel like going in yet."

Caleb looked over at her, and was shocked to see her flapping the top of her mostly unbuttoned shirt under the guise of fanning some air onto her hot chest. 

"Uh sure sis. If you are still hot, maybe you should drink some more water?"

Be a good brother. Be a good brother, he kept reminding himself as he tried in vain to avert his eyes.

Anna noticed that she was having the desired effect on his brother as the front of his pants was stretched to capacity. 

This is so much fun! Look what I can do!  she thought.

"Good idea, little brother. I really need to cool off. I am just so hot."

She formed in her mind a routine that she wanted to perform. 

She pulled her shirt open from both sides exposing most of her bra encased breasts and left it that way. She took the cap off the water bottle, tipped her head up towards the ceiling, and poured some water in from an inch above her lips. Her mouth that was formed in the shape of an 'O'. 

Caleb was thinking, What the heck? 

She raised the bottle further up, and some of the water splashed and spilled down the side of her face. 

Caleb watched the spill in awe as it formed a small rivulet down her chin, splashing onto her shelf, sliding into her cleavage, and soaking into her bra.

His brain melted. His thoughts roughly translated to, homina, homina, homina... 

"Oooh, that feels good, but now I am all wet. Caleb dear, could you get me a napkin or something?"

Caleb snapped out of his reverie and looked around, but couldn't immediately find anything absorbent. 

"Maybe in the glove compartment?" she suggested.

Caleb wasn't sure why she wasn't getting it herself, but he leaned over her lap and reached between her legs to open the glove compartment. He tried to avoid touching her legs which were spread open wide. He noticed that the skirt had inched further up her thighs so her panties were almost exposed. 

She moved a leg so it brushed against his arm, and playfully nudged it to make it more difficult for him to grab the napkins. 

What has gotten into her?

He grabbed the napkins out and threw them on her sister's lap.

"Caleb, you do it."

"What?"

"Caleb. be a good brother and pat my bosom dry. Won't you, now? Please?" she purred. She was loving this. She felt so powerful.

What his sister was saying didn't make any sense to Caleb. It was definitely wrong. But his brain was on sexual overload, and he really, really wanted to believe he had an excuse to "pat her dry." 

His heart was racing as he picked up a napkin from her lap, and gingerly started patting the wet spots leading down her neck. He followed the wet trail to her bra covered breast. The water had funneled down her cleavage, and Caleb cautiously kept dabbing down deeper into the crevice. He was continuously glancing up at her and waiting for her to stop him. 

He was having trouble breathing. This was way too exciting. His heart was going to pound a hole in his chest, but he wasn't complaining.

She looked at him and smiled with a smoldering look, reached out and grasped his hand. 

"Mmmm, you have a gentle touch. Sometimes I wish you weren't my brother." 

She started to pull his hand into her breast.

Caleb gasped in surprise and pulled back his arm as if her touch had burnt him. He felt flushed. It was too much. His world began to spin. His eyes rolled back in his head, and Caleb passed out. 

Anna was thrilled out how her experiment worked out, but wondered if maybe she had gone a little too far. She could tell he was still breathing, but she felt guilty at how mercilessly she had teased him. She noticed how his pants were still bulging, and she wondered if she was dreaming about her. 

He certainly can't go into church looking like that.  She was so turned on by the effects of the necklace, and her own display of seductive powers, she wanted more. 

She reached over and carefully started unzipping his pants. Let's just get him out of there. He looks so uncomfortable all squished in there like that. She unsnapped his pants and saw the mushroom sticking out above the waistband of his white underpants. She slowly pulled his underwear down to reveal more and more of his cock, until she latched them under his balls. 

Well, his balls don't look blue, but he does look like he is in pain.

This was the first penis she had seen, and it was having quite an effect on her. She was starting to glisten from a light perspiration. Her breathing became shallow. Her breasts were rising and falling. She was so curious about his male parts, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. 

She reached out and traced the side of his penis with his finger. So warm and soft and smooth. The little ridges of his veins fascinated her. She got to his balls and poked and prodded his nut sack with her finger. She traced up the other side of his penis, and it lurched a bit when she touched the mushroom. 

She looked at his face? Was he waking up? No not yet. 

She looked back at his rod. The tip was glistening. Does he need to pee? He didn't think so. She remembered some stuff from health class. She touched the tip to wet her finger and held it up to her nose. What an interesting smell. She knew that some sluts swallowed this stuff. She touched her finger to her tongue, curious to see what it might taste like. It's not so bad.

 Since I was responsible, maybe there is something I can do to help release his pent up frustration.

The only problem was that she didn't really know what to do next. She wrapped her delicate hand around the base of his shaft, and slowly and delicately pulled up. She had seen some crude hand gestures in high school, and tried to apply the technique of jerking a penis a little more delicately. 

Up and down. Up and down. It's so interesting how the skin is so loose around it, but there is a hard, spongy rod underneath it. I guess the tip is the most sensitive part. With her other hand she traced around the tip, and pushed the precum around the head. It was starting to leak out. 

Can you imagine? Some naughty girls put these things in their mouths. Ooo. That would be soo wicked. She licked her lips with desire, and started licking the precum off of the tip while continuing to stroke him. 

I wonder if I can get him to ejaculate without waking him up? What if we woke up while I was doing this? I wonder what he would think about his sweet innocent sister then.

She continued to stroke and kiss his cock. Mmmm. Maybe just the tip. Then she allowed her lips to surround the tip and swirled her tongue around. She continued to stroke his penis, her cool delicate fingers sliding up and down with the skin. She started stroking faster and faster, and started to suck the juices out of the end of his prick. Why did she crave this so?

I am not stopping until this baby blows, even if it takes all night. But she didn't have to wait that long. After a couple of more strokes, she felt his penis enlarge, and it erupted in her mouth. She decided she would drink it, but before she got a chance, she was overwhelmed with the flooding of the orgasmic wave that drove her over the edge and caused her to spasm. 

Oh my, what is happening to me. This feels soo good. Her mouth opened as she let out a moan, and jets of sperm shot into her mouth, and slid back down over her lips onto her hand and the base of his cock. 

After she was done convulsing, she made good on her intention, and hoovered his strange flavored gelatin, licking him clean.

She looked up at him. How did he that not wake up? She got a bit worried. She pulled his underwear up over his flaccid penis, and did up his pants. She put herself back together. 

I hope he is OK, she worried.

***

Caleb woke up a few minutes later to his sister splashing some water on his face. His eyes fluttered open, and he started to look around as he tried to remember where he was and what had happened.

"Are you all right? You really scared me?"

"Anna, what happened?"

His sister responded innocently, "Well we pulled into the parking lot, and you just passed out? Do you think spending the afternoon in the storage unit breathing in moldy dust could have affected you? Were there any chemicals there?"

Caleb bolted up in his seat and looked around where he was. It all came back to him what had happened with his sister. He was still in the car, but Anna was all buttoned up and her skirt was pulled down. 

Was it all a dream?  he thought.

Her shirt looked a little wet between her breasts. 

Maybe she spilled a little water when she was trying to revive him?  he wondered.

But it was a little too vivid for a dream. Caleb was confused.

"Caleb, you shouldn't drive anywhere yet. Why don't you come in and hang out with us at choir practice until the dinner starts?"

"OK, sure, but I want to sit out here for a few minutes and collect myself, OK Sis?"

"Fine, but Caleb, you really scared me. You are my only brother. No more fainting, OK?" 




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 02a



She leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

Anna got out of the car and walked in. As her brother watched, her hips seemed to sway in an exaggerated fashion. Caleb was pretty sure he was just imagining it. 

He sat back, heaved a deep sigh through pursed lips and ballooned cheeks. Our protagonist was beginning to think himself crazy. That was the only possible explanation. His sister just wouldn't do something like that. 

He grabbed the necklace from off of rear view mirror, put it on, and tucked it under his shirt. He took a couple of big gulps of water from the bottle, and made his way into church.



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 03



This story is a fantasy about a boy who find a necklace with a power over women, but doesn't know how to use it, and the women pretty much just attack him.

Poor Caleb.

This chapter takes place in a church setting, and makes some mild commentary on the social structure at church based on some of my experiences.

No orgasms in this chapter, but there are naked breasts. The anti-hero is still too naive and/or nice to really take advantage of the situation. 

Chapter 3 - revision 2. Fixed typos and style formatting (thanks to a nameless volunteer editor.) 

*** CHOIR PRACTICE ***

Caleb didn't like spending time at church. He felt like he was ignored and invisible there. He had studied the New Testament. Love one another as you love yourself, even the castoffs and the lepers. But here at church, he felt like it was an elevated form of high school, and he was the castoff.

Just like at high school, there were cliques of like minded and social status people. Jocks, rich, council members, business types, music types, etc ... 

He kind of expected it from the other high school kids at church, but he somehow thought it would be different as people grew up and evolved. But they didn't evolve. They were mostly the same people they were in high school, just more refined versions of their former selves with more opportunities to avoid people that were different.

Caleb's strategy in all social settings was to look for the "lowest common denominator" people. The kids that looked a bit lost. He thought they could maybe band together. But they didn't always see it as a favor. He could only assume that they thought he was bringing them down from their own social status.

At this point in the evening, there weren't many folks here. He wandered by the choir room and poked his head in to see his sister and the other choir members singing "Go Tell It on the Mountain".

His sister seemed out of place there. Most of the members were a bit quirky and odd, like they were looking for a place to belong and fit in. His sister on the other hand was simply lovely, and loved to sing. She had a beautiful voice, and was frequently featured as a soloist.

She saw him and she gave her brother a bright smile and a wave.

Caleb wasn't a singer. He couldn't carry a tune. So after listening for a bit, he took a stroll around the mostly empty corridors of the church.

He ended up in the kitchen where several women of various ages were bustling around to get set up for potluck dinner. They noticed him, but didn't acknowledge him. He almost spoke up, but started feeling a bit ridiculous so he stepped out into the parish hall.

In the parish hall, guys were setting up long wooden tables and placing white linen table clothes over them. The seating was hard metal folding chairs.

Caleb got more of the same treatment. The invisibility cloak of a personality was quite amazing. He didn't understand how it worked. 

Am I that odd? Or do I appear to be too superior?  Caleb couldn't figure it out.

So Caleb grew increasingly uncomfortable. He felt somewhat out of place where ever he went. So he ducked out down to the youth room. At least they had a Foosball table there. Maybe he could work on his bank shots until dinner time.

He went to get the Foosball from the slot, but it wasn't there.

"Where did they hide those balls again? Why did they hide them? Who steals a Foosball?" he grumbled.

As he started poking around in drawers and cupboards, in came the youth director, Gretchen. She would have to acknowledge Caleb, right?

"Oh, hi Caleb. Haven't seen you for a while. How are you doing? Have you seen my purse? I seem to have misplaced it."

***

But first, let's provide a little background on Gretchen. Gretchen was a goddess.

She was about twenty-five, and had been a camp counselor at the local bible camp through college. She really wasn't sure what to do now that she had graduated. She was toying with the idea of going into the ministry, but was sorting things out first. She had been a bit wild in college, exercising some freedom from her parents. Her friends were mostly Christian, but they weren't afraid to drink and they had a lot of fun together.

Caleb didn't really know all of that. He just knew her as the hot youth director that he tried not to fantasize about. Before that, she had been the hot camp counselor that he tried not to fantasize.

Gretchen was a little taller than Caleb's sister. She was from Nordic stock, with a bit of a Roman nose, but a beautiful smile.

She had white wavy blonde hair down to her shoulders, and tanned skin from spending a lot of time in the sun.

She was outgoing, had a great sense of humor, and was really sweet with everybody.

A youth director's focus is on providing an environment where the kids can have fun, feel accepted and loved, and grow their self-esteem. Being outgoing and friendly was part of the job description, and she was good at it.

***

"Hi Gretchen. No, I haven't seen your purse."

Gretchen started to feel warm which she realized was a little odd because she was usually a little chilly down here in the basement.

Just then, Caleb got a text from his sister, Anna.

Why is she texting me? Choir practice can't be over yet. 

The text said, "I stole Gretchen's purse so you could give her a ride home."

WHAT?  he thought.

He was shocked.

"Who is that? A girlfriend?" she asked with a smile. She had a bit of a flirty approach with the youth, and she liked to tease.

Caleb panicked a bit and sort of fumbled with his phone. The text from his sister had him flustered.

"Heh, heh. Oh, well, that was just my sister checking up on me," Caleb replied. "And I don't have a girl friend, but I am taking applications so if you know anyone who might meet the qualifications ..." he replied in a most awkward and dorky manner.

Before he could text his sister back, he received another text.

"UR welcome. XOXO PS show her necklace."

Then Gretchen replied "Oh, yeah, your sister Anna. I was talking to her earlier. She was telling me you found something really cool today. You want to show me what it is? She wouldn't tell me. She said I had to see for myself."

As she approached Caleb, she got warmer and warmer, and her panties started getting damp. Her inhibitions were lowering, as if she had drunk a couple of beers.

Caleb responded, not thinking, "Uh sure. I found this at this storage unit I bought at an auction today. It isn't that big of a deal really." Caleb took the pendant out of his shirt to show her.

"Wow, that looks amazing. Can I try it on?"

Caleb was starting to get a little gun shy about letting girls try it on. He hadn't really pieced it together yet, but he thought there might be some correlation. He still wasn't convinced of anything; in fact the episode with Anna was probably just a weird dream. But still, however unlikely, he wasn't sure he wanted to take a chance here at church.

"Oh, I don't know. It's just a necklace." Caleb replied.

"Oh c'mon. What do I need to do to do? Is this like Mardi Gras?"

"Mardi Gras? What's that?"

Gretchen looked Caleb right in the eye with a big smile, and sauntered towards him. It froze Caleb in his tracks.

"Mardi Gras is like this week long moral vacation of drinking and fun in New Orleans. It culminates in a wild night on Bourbon Street. Think of it as a big party to live it up before forty days of Lent."

Caleb's eyes went wide. That sounded really bad, but the way she said it, he really wanted to go there. At this point, anything she said would sound good.

"One of the featured attractions is that all of the girls show their tits in exchange for beads from the boys. The boys all yell 'SHOW YOUR TITS.' It's really exciting. You should go some time."

Caleb didn't remember much of what she just said, except that she had said "tits", twice. This necklace must be having an effect on her, or am I hallucinating again? 

"I went one time when I was in college. You should come over sometime and see my bead collection," she said, suggestively.

Caleb couldn't focus now. The image of her showing her tits was all he could think about.

"So Caleb, what do you think? I'll show you my tits, and you let me wear your necklace. Deal?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She wanted to hold the necklace, and her compromised brain was rationalizing how this would be good for Caleb's self-esteem, and help get him out of his shell a little.

Gretchen lifted her shirt and started pulling it up to her breasts. She stopped there for a second and said, "You ready for this?"

As she passed her breasts, she grabbed the bottom of her bra, and lifted it over her boobs, and continued to pull the bottom of her shirt up over her head with her arms stretched straight up. The neck of her shirt was still around her neck so her face was covered leaving Caleb ample opportunity to gawk at the breasts of this goddess.

She started counting. "1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi, 5 Mississippi. So does this meet your qualifications?" she said through the shirt.

Caleb was drooling. This was right out of one of his fantasies. Her breasts were more beautiful than he had imagined. A little bit bigger than Mel's, and they had an amazing shape. They had smaller areolas than Mel's, and her nipples were a little longer.

"Oh yeah, sometimes a naughty man will sneak up behind you and fondle your boobs while your flashing. Isn't that so naughty?" she muffled through her shirt. "You want to try it?"

She turned around. "Come on. We don't have all night. I am going to catch a cold over here."

Caleb stepped up and reached around her and started to feel her belly. It was pretty flat, with a little belly bulge. Her skin was smooth. This felt so good, and he despite her invitation, he was afraid to reach higher.

"Uh, you're a little low there. You are going to have to work on your technique if you ever plan to go to Mardi Gras. Come on, up Simba, up."

He slowly reached up to feel the bottoms of her chest.

"That's it Caleb. Don't be shy. Give them a good squeeze."

Caleb heard a chorus of heavenly hosts singing. They felt so smooth. He ran his fingers over the nipples. He reached under and lifted them to see how much they weighed. He gave them a couple of gentle squeezes.

"Mmm, Caleb. That feels really nice."

She backed into him, and rubbed her bum against his crotch.

"Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to be feel me?" she giggled.

Just then, Caleb was startled by a noise that brought him back to reality. It was just a pipe ticking, from a temperature change, but it was loud, and he suddenly remembered where they were. He pulled back from his goddess.

"Gretchen, OK, you win. Um, maybe you should pull your shirt down before someone sees you. You can try on the necklace, but just for a second."

Caleb took the pendant off. Gretchen turned around, pulled down her shirt and seized the pendant like a prize.

Many fantasies passed through her head. She had a rich fantasy life. The one that stuck was one of mentoring a member of her youth group, sexually. That one always got her off, but she had never pictured Caleb before. But now he was prominently featured in this fantasy.

"Oh my God Caleb. This is amazing. I feel all tingly all over. Is that normal? Oh man, it makes me want to DO things to you."

She tried it on, and he noticed that her face went slack. She had a faraway look in her eye, like she wasn't all there.

This is so not good. I need the necklace back,  he thought. The necklace was making her crazy. If this were anywhere else but church, he would really be enjoying this attention, but they needed to be careful not to get caught.

"Gretchen, can I have my necklace back now?"

"Yes, Caleb," she answered flatly.

So Gretchen took off the necklace, and she placed it around Caleb's neck.

A couple of thoughts went through Gretchen's head.

PLEASE HIM

If he were a couple of years older, I could really go for him. He sure is sweet. He seems like he could use a friend right now.

TEACH HIM

He is such an innocent boy. Someone needs to teach about the ways of the world before he is devoured. He needs a life coach. 

Her arms were still around the back of his head after putting on the necklace, and given her vantage point, she decided to launch into a taboo kiss. Partly because she was on fire, but partly because she thought it might be good for him.

This ought to boost his confidence a little. 

She gave him the full body hug to go along with the kiss, rubbing her hands on his back, and pushing her pelvis into his erection.

Caleb, in response or lack thereof, was standing there like a dead fish. He was expecting a peck, not this wanton display of passion. He didn't know what to do. He broke the kiss and stepped back.

Gretchen didn't look too surprised at his deadpan approach to kissing.

She just smiled and said, "Caleb, you are going to make some girl very happy some day, but we need to work on your kissing skills. Maybe I can pencil in some time for you when you drive me home tonight."

Caleb didn't know how to respond to that. She was so far out of his league on so many levels.

"Drive you home?"

"Right. I think maybe I earned a ride home, don't you? I kind of need someone to run me home to get a spare set of keys."

"Oh, uh, sure Gretchen."

She thought, I think I just found myself a special project.  She was a little proud of herself, as if she had donated clothing to the Goodwill.

Caleb hid the necklace under his shirt with one hand, while Gretchen grabbed the other hand and started leading him towards the stairs that led upstairs to the parish hall.

Just then he got a text from Mel, the buxom pixie from the storage unit that he had ejaculated on earlier.

"call me. got a girl 4 u"

That just confused him. What does this mean? I thought maybe she like me, and now she's trying to pass me off? 

Gretchen led the way with her shapely ass shifting back and forth in front of him as they walked up the stairs. Caleb's brain had already shut down. All he could do was follow the bouncing butt.



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 04



 Story of a naive and sheltered teen as he reacts to finding a necklace that turns women into willing sex slaves while fulfilling their fantasies.

These first chapters are largely about him being devoured by women because he doesn't know how, or knows he shouldn't abuse his power. Let's see how long that lasts.

This story involves sex with a pastor's wife in a church bathroom. If that offends you, save yourself! Don't read it!

And I should probably point out that this chapter does finally reference some bacon. Look for it.

Chapter 4 - Version 2 - for minor copy edits and replaced Mandarin orange Jello for the scientifically impossible pineapple Jello.

 *** Potluck *** 

When they got to the parish hall, people were standing around, forming into small groups. Anna was the first to notice that Caleb and Gretchen had entered, and she hurried over.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Anna teased.

Gretchen responded with a serious look, "Anna, your brother informs me that he is looking for a girlfriend. If that is the case, then I believe that he really needs to work on his kissing skills."

Anna's eyes opened wide, and she smiled. "You kissed Caleb."

Gretchen smiled and winked at Caleb.

"Hands off my brother! He is just a babe in the woods, cradle robber," she countered playfully, with a grin.

Caleb was embarrassed. He looked around to see if anyone else might have heard. Even though he was of legal age, he didn't want Gretchen getting into trouble for messing around with the youth. But no one seemed to take notice.

Anna grabbed them both by the hand and led them over to Mom and Dad.

As they walked through the crowd, there was collateral damage. He left a wake of passion emanating from the necklace as they threaded their way through the crowd. Women near his path felt a sexual heat that left them feeling warmer.

When Anna led them to their mom and dad, Caleb found his mom was talking to Ming Anderson, the pastor's wife.

***

Pastor Bill Anderson had met Ming when he was traveling the world after college and before seminary. She had been studying in Beijing, China. There was a cute story that explains this, but they met and fell in love. Interestingly, she didn't seem to practice the same faith as her husband, but she supported her husband and was always seen at social gatherings.

She was in her mid thirties, a petite little thing, less than five feet tall with long black hair. Her breasts weren't obvious, but they were well proportioned for her body. She had a doctorate in Anthropology, and sometimes presented seminars on comparative religions at the church. Her English was pretty good, but she still had a noticeable Chinese accent, and her word choice wasn't always quite right.

***

Ming and Darcy were having a discussion about Buddhism that had evolved out of one of Ming's seminars that Caleb's mom had attended. Darcy's husband Bob was trying to look interested, but clearly wasn't.

As soon as Anna pulled Gretchen and Caleb into the group, Ming and Caleb's mom were blasted with a wave of fiery lust. Ming started to see Caleb in a new light, maybe noticing him as a man for the first time, as an aura seemed to glow around him.

Anna interjected, "Mom, Dad, you really have to see what Caleb found today. It is amazing. You are going to love it."

Caleb's heart sank. This was spinning wildly out of control. The last thing he wanted to do was take out the necklace right now in this crowded room, but he felt largely powerless to stop it.

Caleb's dad was the first to respond. "Oh ho, so you found something of value? Maybe we will make your money back after all. Well come on, let's see it."

"Maybe later, Dad."

Gretchen pleaded, "Caleb, you really need to show them. Do I need to twist your arm again?" She gave him a wink, and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

Caleb looked at Gretchen in panic. Would she do something that crazy even in this crowded room?  He didn't want to test her.

He hurriedly fumbled to pull out the chain to show the crowd. He wasn't thinking it through, but maybe there was a chance if the girls didn't wear the necklace, that they wouldn't get all crazy.

"OK, OK, I will show you. But if it is all right with you, I would rather not take it off right now. I would hate to drop it or anything."

His dad looked a little shocked and pleased at the find. "Wow Caleb. That could be worth something."

Gretchen and Anna said in unison, "Don't sell it!"

Ming was the first to reach out and touch the pendant. "This is absolutely stunning Caleb, dear. I remember seeing something like this before in my studies, but this must be a reproduction." As she touched the pendant, she felt a jolt of excitement. Images of having sex with Caleb in a church pew ran through her head.

As she let go, some thoughts formed: HELP HIM If this necklace is what I think it is, this boy will need a lot of help.

PROTECT HIM It is likely that if others less scrupulous found out about the power of the pendant, they will want it too. We must figure out how to diffuse the situation.

PLEASE HIM We will need to find ways to diffuse the power of the necklace. Maybe it will help if we can siphon off his sexual urges. 

Then his mother reached out to cradle the pendant in her hand while Caleb was still wearing it. She gasped as she saw vivid images of being dominated by Caleb.

SERVE HIM

His mom almost fainted from the vivid imagery of her serving and servicing her son. She sort of wobbled, and folded into Caleb's arms.

"Are you OK, Mom?"

"My hero." She looked up into his eyes with a look of a young school girl. They were puppy dog eyes. Caleb understood little of the nuances of the looks women could provide, but Ming noticed and it seemed to confirm one of her suspicions.

"I just need to sit down for a minute. Can you escort me to my seat, Caleb?" his mom asked.

Luckily, it was about time for dinner to begin. The people made their way to open seating. It was clear Gretchen planned to eat with Caleb's family, and Ming asked if it would be all right to join them as well.

It wasn't that odd. This was a social event. Ming would often sit with different families while her husband held court up at his table. Caleb was flanked at the table by his sister Anna and the youth director Gretchen. Ming, his mom, and his dad were seated across the table.

Ming's husband, Pastor Bill Anderson, stood up and welcomed everyone and said a prayer. During the prayer, most people bowed their heads and folded their hands. Gretchen and Anna were bowing their heads with their hands under the table, but they each claimed one of Caleb's legs, and were gently rubbing up and down his thigh over his pants, dangerously near his erection. Caleb was going to erupt soon if this kept up much longer.

After the prayer, people stood up and made their way up to the food tables and grabbed plates. Caleb's party all started to get up.

Caleb's mom grabbed him by the arm and said, "You wait here, honey. I will get you a plate. I know you don't like the Mandarin orange Jello, but I am going to get you a smidgen to appease your sister, OK?"

Caleb looked at her with surprise. She served him dinner, but at things like this he didn't get much special treatment. He wondered if the necklace was affecting her too.

Could this get any weirder?  he grimaced.

Ming, the pastor's wife, came over to sit next to Caleb. She talked to him in a low voice. "Caleb, I think you have stumbled onto something of great power that you cannot possibly comprehend. Come meet me near the nursery in two minutes. I think I can help you, OK?"

Caleb, at that point, was defeated, and he would have pretty much said yes to anything. But maybe she has some answers? Maybe there is a way out of this mess. 

Caleb nodded his head. Ming got up and left.

He looked around. The line had gotten long. It would probably be ten or fifteen minutes until his family returned with the food.

He looked at his phone to check the time. He realized he hadn't responded to Storage Unit Mel's text yet.

He tapped in, "Having supper. Will catch up with you later," and sent the text.

Then he got up and inconspicuously as he could, given the obvious bulge in his pants, made his way over to the nursery.

When he got there, Ming pulled him into the adjacent family bathroom. She closed and locked the door.

"Mrs. Anderson, what are you doing?" Caleb asked.

"Caleb, there isn't much time to explain. I think the orb you are carrying around your neck is a powerful amulet. I have seen drawings of it before, and I felt and saw its effects on your mother and I. If it is not used correctly and responsibly, it can cause a lot of trouble. I have known you and your family for quite some time now, so I think that in many ways it fell into good hands. But there is much you need to learn, and you will require much help."

Wow. She sure can talk a lot,  he thought. Not to be disrespectful, but he was having a hard time digesting it all.

"What do you know about the necklace?" he asked.

"I don't have enough time to explain it all right now, but I think this is the Orb of Virility. It was a legend that I had only heard about when I was studying in Beijing. I think it gives you some power over women, but I don't know much about how it works."

"That's unbelievable!" Caleb said. But the pieces started to fall into place for him. It at least confirmed some of his suspicions.

"I have an awkward question, Caleb. Do you masturbate?"

That was out of left field. How do I respond to that? 

Caleb looked at her kind of blankly. He had heard the word, and he was curious about it. But he didn't really know how it worked, and it seemed like something he wasn't supposed to be doing anyways. After this afternoon's experience with Mel, he had a better idea than he had yesterday.

"I see, a true innocent. It is just as well. I apologize for this next part, but this can't be helped. I think it would be best if we diffused your urges."

She crouched down and reached for his slacks, unfastened them, and pulled down the zipper.

Embarrassed, Caleb reached to stop her, but her reflexes were faster than his and she just batted his hands away. "Don't fight me on this Caleb. This is very necessary."

She pulled down his pants and underwear. His penis sprang out like a flag pole and bounced off of her nose and rested against her cheek.

Caleb was mortified, but she was all business.

"First, we must release the pent up sexual fluids so that you can think more clearly. The hormones fog your reasoning. Also, it is quite possible that your level of arousal is reflected out of the pendant."

She grabbed his penis by the base and started slowly stroking it. She gave the head a few kisses, and started to lick around it.

Caleb moaned. It was feeling so good to him.

Caleb was embarrassed. This was similar to what he had experienced with Mel, but this was the Pastor's wife! This was Mrs. Anderson! This was at church, and her husband was right down the hall!

He was a little bit horrified.

Ming started stroking up and down on his penis with her delicate hands. Caleb was already on the verge of spilling his seed. He wasn't going to last long.

Just then, he got a text. Without thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone. It took his mind off of the impending orgasm for a second.

He looked at the text. It was picture from Mel entitled "Sam". It was a picture of a buxom teenage girl in a bra and panties, with pig tails and a lollipop in her mouth.

Caleb was having trouble thinking with Ming's handiwork, but he was able to eke out this thought, Mel pleasured me today, and she seems to be out there wrangling up beautiful girls for me to date. So is my sister. And the pastor's wife is playing with my penis in the bathroom at church while her husband is outside. It feels wrong, but why does it feel so good. 

Sometimes, it is good to be the king.

Just then, Ming sucked his dick into her mouth and proceeded to give him a blow job while moving her hand at the base. She was experienced, and her lips, tongue, and cheeks worked their magic.

Caleb started to let loose. Ming, anticipating this, started to collect and swallow his jism as fast as she could.

But Ming didn't expect the seismic activity that was about to occur in her vagina. Caleb's orgasm amplified through the necklace spread out like a shock wave. When the orgasmic wave hit, her eyes went wide, and she let out a muffled moan of surprised ecstasy.

She looked at Caleb, and she stopped swallowing. His sperm started overflowing her mouth and running down her chin onto her knees. She could care less about the mess they were making on her clothes. She had reached Nirvana.

***

Unbeknownst to those two, all women at the potluck received a weakened version of the orgasmic wave. Conversations stopped. All of the adult women started melting into their seats. The conversations suddenly started getting more interesting as the women got a little more flirty.

Author's note: If this were a scene in a movie or TV show, Steely Dan would be playing in the background. The girls don't seem to care, tonight, as long as the music's right. No static at all, no static at all. No static at all. 

***

When her orgasm subsided, Ming looked up at Caleb with her cute face. She had a wide smile.

"Wow, that was certainly an unexpected benefit. You sure know how to make a girl feel special," she said.

She stood up, and grabbed his hands.

"So that was intended to take the edge off so you might be able to think a little more clearly. How do you feel now? Better?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so." He was still embarrassed, and a little uncomfortable about the surroundings.

She looked down, and noticed his erection wasn't going down.

"Hmm. Maybe you need a little more help."

She wasn't sure if it was necessary, but she couldn't help herself. She was craving more.

"One thing I am curious about Caleb. I am trying to figure out this necklace. When I touched it, I had a fantasy of you and I having sex in the church. I have had a fantasy about sex in the church, but it wasn't about you. Have you ever had a fantasy about me? It's OK. It would be a compliment to me if you did."

Caleb just looked away from her. What am I supposed to say?  He couldn't look her in the eye.

"I see. Well, have you ever fantasized about me taking off my shirt, and see what kind of bra I might be wearing? Did you ever want to see my breasts?"

Caleb of course had, and he didn't like lying, but he couldn't be honest about this.

"Uh, well, you see ... " still staring at the floor.

"Ah, yes, I certainly do see. You really shouldn't feel bashful about telling me the truth. It is really nice for me to feel desired."

Caleb blushed.

She let go of his hands and took a step back. She said this as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. My husband and I share a very rich sex life, and he is a pastor. We explore many otherwise forbidden and taboo fantasies. Sometimes I pretend to be a schoolgirl, or a young woman confessing who needs to be punished. So you see, there isn't anything about religion or God that should prevent you from enjoying yourself with a woman."

Her words were pushing all of the right buttons, fueling his desire while assuaging his guilt. Her shirt unbuttoned, she peeled it off revealing a black lacy bra.

This is just like how I pictured it, only better, Caleb thought.

She reached up to behind her back, and unfastened her bra, and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor.

"So what do you think? Are my breasts as nice as you had imagined them to be?"

Caleb was watching his fantasy play out in front of his eyes, except that this was so much better. This was further than he had dared contemplate. They were so soft looking, and her nipples stood on end. They were wider and not as long Gretchen's nipples. He was really curious about the variations. He had no idea.

"Maybe you would like to feel them."

She reached out to Caleb's hands and gently pulled them to her breasts. He resisted, but not much.

"Yes, this is nice, isn't it, Caleb?"

He started feeling her breasts and thinking. This was the third pair he had touched, and all on the same day.

Maybe I should hang onto this necklace a little longer before selling it,  he thought with a grin.

"We have a lot to learn about the powers of your necklace, and I think that I can help you. We will need to work very closely together to share notes and experiment. I hope that won't be a problem?"

She reached in and kissed him gently on the lips, while looking into his eyes.

She reached down and felt his member that was still exposed and still erect. She caressed it, squeezed it, and kissed him more passionately.

Ming was thinking, I know this is wrong, but I can't help myself. I want to have sex with this boy. What would Bill think? Would he ever forgive me? 

She reached down with her other hand and felt herself under her skirt over her panties. It drove her to kiss him harder and force her tongue into his mouth.

Caleb wasn't expecting her tongue, but it was the second time today he had experienced this, so he at least knew a little bit about how to respond.

Their tongues lashed out at each other in sort of a fight, pushing against each other. It was intoxicating for both of them.

Her need was growing stronger.

She started inching back towards the sink, pulling Caleb along by his member. When she bumped her butt into the sink, she broke the kiss to look behind her, and hopped up on the counter. There was just enough room for her petite Asian ass.

Caleb wasn't a leader. He tended to go along with whatever, so he wasn't putting up any resistance to her aggressiveness. But alarm bells were going off in his head. Part of him was horrified about where this was going, but he couldn't stop himself.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in while pulling her panties to the side with one finger. She reached out and guided his penis into her juicy cunt.

She gasped. The size was a little uncomfortable at first, but her pussy accommodated.

Caleb thought, So this is what adultery feels like. Maybe this is worth going to hell for.  

"Oh Caleb, you feel so good in me. We shouldn't feel guilty. This is just part of the treatment, all right?"

She didn't really believe that it was just the treatment. She was telling him bald faced lies, but she would say or do anything at this point to encourage him to keep going.

Caleb's long dormant sexual instincts started to kick in, and began to piston into Pastor Bill's wife. He started slowly, but picked up the pace quickly. It felt so good to him. The heat and the tightness felt incredible to him.

Ming was thinking, Forgive me Bill. Forgive me Bill. Oh mother fucking God this is so fucking gooood. 

Ming was floating. This was Nirvana. She realized that she would sacrifice anything for this boy.

"Ooooh. You feel so good Caleb. I need you. Make love to me. Make love to my hot pussy."

Despite having two orgasms today, Caleb was ready to cum again. This was his first time he had sex, and it was with one of the women from his fantasies.

Ming was usually quiet during sex, and she hardly ever swore, but she couldn't help herself. "Oh Caleb. Oh Fuck. Oh Caleb. Oooooooh fuuucckk."

He started to grunt each time he pushed into her. His face turned red, the hair in his arms stood on end like goose bumps as he unloaded into her with a loud groan.

This kicked off a chain reaction as his orgasm reverberated through the pendant on the necklace once again.




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 04



"Oh Caleeeebbbb! You are a fucking sex gaawwwddd!"

Ming shrieked and collapsed as she passed out from the intensity of the orgasm.

Caleb collapsed on top of her, still conscious, but wiped out.

***

The shock wave of Caleb's orgasm reverberated more strongly than the last, and the women in the parish hall were already warmed up.

Several of the women let out gasps as they experienced little orgasms.

Mavis Doolittle, who was devoted to church and had never been married due to her various eccentricities, shrieked out loud as she experienced a new sensation. She was completely surprised as she had experienced her first orgasm.

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! 

The rest of the women who were already simmering turned onto a rolling boil.

Many women made excuses to bring their man home early, including the Schaefers, who had been scheduled to show their slides that night from a recent trip.

Darcy, Gretchen, and Anna all gasped and shivered. Caleb's dad didn't understand what was happening. He thought it best not to ask.

Maybe Darcy will explain later, he thought.

Pastor Bill was worried that everyone was getting sick. He was thinking back to the shell fish supper debacle from 2008. He was hoping this wasn't a repeat. He stood up and announced that they would be disbanding early tonight due to unforeseen circumstances.

Even though they never got to see the slide show of the Schaefers' family trip to Bulgaria, it would be remembered by many as a wonderful evening with stimulating conversation.

The sizzling reactions were largely attributed to Petunia Bredeson's "Rosemary Bacon Lasagna". Everyone agreed it was devilishly good, and she received many requests for the recipe.

***

Caleb's senses started to return. Realizing that the pastor's wife was still unconscious and impaled on his manhood, feelings of guilt and panic returned.

"What have I gotten myself into?" he said.

Ming regained consciousness in time to hear his question, and she broke out into a broad grin with her eyes still closed.

"I think the answer to your question is quite obvious," and she chuckled.

"What?" Caleb didn't get it.

"Well, it seems that you have gotten yourself balls deep into my pussy."

She thought this was really funny, and was encouraging Caleb to smile as well.

"Oh." Caleb still didn't quite get why that was funny, but he didn't want to look stupid, so he just went with it. Her smile was infectious, and helped to cut some of the tension he was feeling. He smiled back. 



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 05



SPOILER ALERT - Most of the kinkier sex activities are previewed here. If you made it this far, you can probably just skip to the actual story.

This is the continuing sexual adventures of a naive boy who found a magic necklace that apparently causes women to act out their sexual fantasies with him. Despite his lack of experience, the necklace insures that he always leaves them satisfied as long as he gets satisfied.

For the most part he is used and abused, but he doesn't seem to be complaining, yet.

This chapter includes a continuation of adulterous sex with the pastor's wife, as well as a teenage boy receiving a hummer to a church hymn. So if you don't like the juxtaposition of religion and sex, then you might want to stop here.

Also there is a brief scene of the pastor's wife peeing, but I think it is rather tastefully done, if you were to ask me. 

(version 2 - copy edits for typos, consistency, and viable jello )

*** Awkward Extrication ***

Caleb woke up to find himself in a heap of trouble. He was balls deep in the lovely pastor's young wife while a potluck dinner was being conducted just down the hall.

Not knowing the proper etiquette for what to do after having just fucked the pastor's wife silly, he figured that the polite thing to do might be to retreat and make his way back to dinner.

His dick was still hard as he started pulling out.

"Ooo Caleb, are you ready for another round?" Ming asked.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back in.

"Oh, uh, sounds tempting Mrs. Anderson, but maybe we should head back to dinner before someone misses us. Don't you think?"

She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, and looked at him all doe eyed.

"Yes, yes, you are probably right. But uh, can you wait just a minute? We have a few more things to discuss."

She kept him in her leggy clutches, so he settled in trying to find the right balance of her and his comfort.

She moved her hand to his shoulder, and ran it down his back and reached under his shirttail to rub his left butt cheek.

"So Caleb, I think that your mom, your sister, and Gretchen have all fallen under the spell."

"Huh? What do you mean, 'under my spell'?" Caleb was alarmed.

"Well we don't know much about how the necklace works, but they all appear quite smitten with you. I saw the way that Gretchen and Anna were looking at you and what they were doing during the prayer. And when your mother collapsed into your arms after touching the pendant, she had the a certain look in her eyes.

"If it works on your mother the same way it worked on me, I think there is a good chance that she might want to help you with you treatment like I just did."

Caleb's cock lurched inside Ming's pussy.

Oh. He likes that does he? Let's see if we can't fan the flame, Ming thought with lust in her heart.

But Caleb protested, "I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson, but I don't believe that. My mom is practically a saint."

"Well Caleb, you might be right. We'll just have to see how this plays out. But if by chance your mother were to approach you and initiate a sexual encounter, how would you respond? Would you let her help you? Would you touch and caress her breast if she wanted?"

She pulled his hand to her breast. Caleb's cock lurched again. Ming smiled.

"Would you allow her to pleasure you with her hand?"

LURCH

She pulled his hand up to her mouth.

"How about her mouth?" she asked, as she sucked on his pointer finger and slid it in and out lewdly.

LURCH

Caleb continued his verbal protest as she continued to suck on his finger. "I don't think I could let her do that. I mean, it would be the necklace affecting her, right? So I guess I probably shouldn't take advantage of her like that."

"I think you are looking at it all wrong. I don't think you should consider it taking advantage. You need this, and your mother will want to help her son."

"But she's my mother. It just seems so wrong."

"Yes, it is widely considered taboo behavior in most societies. The stigma is largely there to insure proper procreation of the species. I think given the special circumstances, we should consider this a good exception case."

LURCH

She wanted more. She was hungry. She didn't have much leverage on the counter with her legs dangling over the side, but she subtly moved what she could, and squeezed him with her legs.

"It might be difficult for your mother and your sister to keep their hands off of you now," she continued.

"This is going to be bad," Caleb responded with an air of defeat.

"Well, only a little bad. We are all a little bad, aren't we? Most religions acknowledge that. It is part of being human. No one is perfect. All we can do is the best we can with what we have. You don't get to heaven through works, but by asking forgiveness, right?"

Caleb was listening, but he couldn't accept it. As good as it sounded, it just seemed wrong to have any sort of sex with his sister or mom.

But even as he thought that, Caleb unconsciously started moving his prick in and out of Mrs. Anderson. It felt so good.

Caleb thought, It would be so wrong to have sex with my mom. She is so goodhearted and sweet. As much as she is always being overprotective, I know she does it because she loves me. I can't take advantage of that. 

His penis had a difference of opinion. He was so lost in thought that he wasn't aware that he was driving harder and harder into Mrs. Anderson.

Ming was pleased. His rhythm was picking up. She wanted more.

"Yes baby. Just like that. Come to mama."

He uttered, "Oh no," as her verbal acknowledgement alerted him to what he was doing. But their coitus was interrupted.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Ming, are you in there?"

It was Ming's husband. Her eyes opened in shock.

Oh my God, what am I doing here? I have a husband. I was only going to help the boy, and I end up taking advantage of him like a cock hungry slut. What was I thinking? 

"Just a second honey. I'll be right out," she replied, weakly.

"Is everything OK, dear?"

She reprimanded herself internally. Fuck no, it isn't. You interrupted my sex with this ... No, that isn't the problem. I'm a whore, a cock hungry slut and I deserve to be punished. She shivered at the thought of being punished.

"Honey?" He was waiting for a response.

"Oh, I'm OK. Just having a little female problem. Nothing to worry about. It's just embarrassing."

Caleb's penis shriveled up pretty quickly, and he popped out of her and stood up. Caleb studied her slit as the remnants of their previous rutting started to leak out of her slit onto the counter.

"OK dear. I will be waiting out in the parish hall. Things are breaking up early."

"OK honey. Give me five minutes."

They heard footsteps leaving. Caleb released the breath he had been holding in since the knock.

She saw the terror in his eyes, and she sought to comfort him. He was shaking!

She smiled warmly and said, "Don't worry Caleb, really. This was all just part of your treatment. My husband probably wouldn't understand, but you require proper attention. It'll be all right. He won't find out."

She pulled him into her arms as she continued to drip onto the floor. She whispered gently, "There, there. It will be all right, sweetie."

Caleb wrapped his arms around here and held her, and softly rubbed his hands over the soft skin of her back.

Then she let go and moved over to the toilet, and pulled down her skirt and panties to sit down.

"My husband can be a little oblivious about some things. He is like an absent minded professor. He won't suspect a thing."

Caleb proceeded to gawk at her. He knew he should turn away, but it was quite an image to see a naked woman in such an intimate moment. She started to pee. He could hear it. His eyes went wide.

Ming smiled and asked politely, "Can you turn around and give a girl a little privacy, please?"

"Oh yeah, sure." Embarrassed, he quickly turned around and pulled up his pants and underwear. He realized that he could still see her in the mirror, but he mostly averted his eyes with only an occasional peek.

She caught him looking and winked at him. She thought it was cute.

"So Caleb, I want you to promise me that you will pay attention to what kinds of effects the necklace has on your family and others around you. You may want to experiment with your family."

"Experiment with my family?" Caleb asked with a look of disbelief.

"Well, uh, yes. It doesn't need to be sexual, but since they are already affected they may be good test subjects.

She caught him peeking again as she finished peeing.

"Would you like to wipe me?"

"What?"

"Well you seem so interested in what I'm doing, I thought maybe you might want to participate?" She was serious.

"Uh, no. Really." He was intrigued, but it was a little much for him.

"Maybe some other time then," she said as she took care of herself and stood up pulling up her panties and leaving her skirt on the floor.

"Well, with your family, you shouldn't be afraid of sexual situations as they arise. I understand that there are some moral boundaries that we need to consider, but you need to lean on your family and friends for their support in your times of need."

Caleb blushed. She walked up to him with only her panties on, her petite breasts wiggling as she took the few steps between them. He was still facing away from her, and she reached around from behind him and gave him a hug, feeling him through his clothes with her hands sliding up to his chest, and then down to his crotch where his firm cock stood.

"Behold, he has risen," she joked.

She continued, "Don't do anything you aren't comfortable doing, but I give you permission to get their help when they offer." She thought I hope he is buying this. He is going to need their help. We need to figure out a way for him to get over this morality hump.  "It will be all right as long as you act with love in your heart and seek to use the gift for good."

She moved around him so that he could see her naked breasts. She grabbed his hands and placed one on her left breast, and the other on her right buttock. And then she kissed him with a long wet kiss.

He took advantage. With one hand he felt her panty clad ass and squeezed it, and with the other he caressed her bare naked tit and pinched her nipple, tugging on it.

"Mmmm. Let's get together tomorrow to review and analyze what we know so far, and I will try to do some research. I will explain some things to your mom, and schedule something with her."

She gave him another kiss, sticking her tongue in his mouth. She really didn't want this to end. All she was succeeding in doing was revving up both of their sexual engines.

"So unfortunately, this is goodbye for now. You go on back to your family. If they ask where you were, make up some excuse. This will be our little secret, OK?"

He answered, "OK." A few minutes ago, he would have been petrified. Now, he was just addled thanks to the hormone induced fog that had washed over him.

He checked himself in the mirror, tucked in his shirt, and slunk out the door.

On his way back to dinner, he thought, Crap, I'm a horrible liar. What can I possibly tell them? 

As Ming attended to herself, she felt guilty about how she had seduced and used this boy for her own pleasure. She was going to need to find some way to control herself.

Maybe she would need to enlist a chaperone to keep her honest. Who would be able to resist his charm? Maybe someone who had gone through menopause? Close family friend or relative? Would there be safety in numbers? 

***

Caleb made his way back to the table. Looking around, he noticed that most of the people had already left. His mom, dad, Anna and Gretchen were still there, as was his fully loaded untouched dinner plate.

Maybe the best defense is a good offense.

"Hi. I thought I would go look for Gretchen's purse, but I couldn't find it anywhere."

His mom was the first to respond, "That was really sweet of you Caleb. I got you a plate. I hope you like it." He is turning into a fine young man,  Darcy thought.

"Thanks Mom."

He sat down to eat, and started shoveling in food.

Gretchen and his sister each reclaimed a leg. They started rubbing a little more aggressively than before, and were not afraid to rub his cock.

Gretchen was grateful. "Thanks Caleb. I looked all over for it too. Now how am I going to get home?"

Caleb's sister pitched in. "Don't worry, Caleb can give you a ride, can't you Caleb?" She accentuated ride by grabbing is prick through is slacks and rubbing it.

He squeaked out, "Sure."

"Oh thanks Caleb. That is so nice. I don't know how to repay you."

His dad asked, "Are you OK Caleb? You sound funny."

"Yep, just fine dad. I just have a lot on my, uh, mind."

Gretchen reached up to his cock, and started pulling down his zipper under the table. His sister felt what was going on and stifled a gasp. Caleb wasn't really aware of what was going on, but he thought that all of this cock play was getting out of hand. Little did he know.

"I am sure your purse will turn up somewhere. If you can't trust this congregation, who can you trust?" his dad asserted.

Mrs. Anderson returned to the table and leaned into Darcy's ear and whispered something that no one else could hear. Darcy's face registered a look of shock and disbelief.

"Excuse us, but Mrs. Anderson and I have a couple of things to discuss. About, uh, Buddhism. We'll be right back."

They sauntered off to a corner and got into an intense discussion. Darcy didn't appear angry, but the exchange was energetic. Caleb was paying attention. He was nervous about what Ming was telling his mom, and how she might react. After a couple of minutes, Darcy started nodding her head in agreement as her eyes glazed over in a subtle mix of resignation and desire.

At least she didn't throw a fit, I guess,  Caleb thought.

He was shocked when Gretchen pulled out his member, and started sliding her hand up and down on it. He wasn't in very much danger of losing it, but he was still nervous about getting caught.

He leaned over and whispered to her, "This is getting out of hand."

Gretchen replied with a giggle, "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Caleb wolfed down his food. He needed to get out of here quick. He even ate his sister's Jello. She noticed and gave him a gentle squeeze on the top of his penis while Gretchen was on a down stroke. She gave his brother a little kiss on his cheek, and let her hand linger there.

Ming and Darcy returned. Darcy sat down.

"Caleb, I talked to your mom and she said you could come over and help me move some boxes tomorrow after church. Bill's back isn't quite up to it these days. Is that OK?"

"Sure Mrs. Anderson. That'll be fine. See you tomorrow then."

She said her goodbyes and the women agreed it was a lovely evening.

Realizing it was about time to go, Gretchen and Anna tried to work together to push Caleb's prick back into his pants, but it wasn't fitting very easily. That caused the girls to giggle. Anna pretended to drop a fork, and she crawled under the table to try and rectify the situation with her brother's penis.

Gosh, it's beautiful, she thought. She felt a deep urge to give it a kiss, so she did.

Caleb started choking on his lasagna. His sister wasn't supposed to be kissing his penis. He was going to have to have a long talk with her. Yes, a long, long talk.

She used both hands to stuff his prick back into his pants, and zipped him up. The zipper made sort of a loud noise and Caleb was afraid someone would notice. His mom looked up and gave him and his sister a funny look as Anna crawled back into her seat. 

Gretchen turned to Caleb and asked, "Do you think you can run me home now? I don't want to keep you out too late."

"Sure Gretchen," answered Caleb. He stuffed a final forkful of rosemary bacon lasagna into his mouth, and grabbed a slice of corn bread for the road.

He stood up and pulled Gretchen's chair out for her. It was more to try and hide his engorged erection than being polite.

Caleb's dad was surprised that he would be that thoughtful to pull out her chair. He looked a bit pleased and said to his wife, "Look, our boy is growing into a fine young man."

Darcy responded sort of dreamily, "Yes. Yes he is. He is growing into a fine young man." And under her breath she added, "I think he is going to learn how to treat the ladies right." A little shiver went down her spine. And just look at that bulge in his pants. I guess he is a red blooded American male. 

His sister, Anna, was happy that her plan to find Caleb a date for tonight had worked better than she could have expected. She pulled Anna down and whispered in the youth director's ear, "Be easy on him. He's a sweetheart. And by the way, your purse is in Caleb's truck, behind the seat."

Gretchen looked back in surprise, raised her eyebrows, and leaned in closer and whispered back, "Thanks. I owe you one."

*** Driving Miss Gretchen ***

Caleb and Gretchen made their way out to the truck. He held the door for his dream girl. She acknowledged his courtesy and got in.

Caleb walked around the truck, and wondered what to expect. This was the epitome of desirable women, and she had shown him her voluptuous breasts earlier, and even let him feel them. And then she had pulled his cock out during dinner.

Where do we go from here?  he wondered.

He knew it was the necklace that made it possible, but it was pretty weird. She showed him her breasts even before touching the necklace. What did that mean?

By the time Caleb got around to his side of the truck, she already had her purse on her lap and was rummaging around until she found her phone.

Caleb as mortified. He didn't know that the purse was in here. He started back pedaling expecting her to be mad. "I can explain Gretchen, really."

She turned to Caleb "I know, I know, Anna told me and I thanked her for it. But you can make it up to me if you want by letting me borrow your phone."

Caleb handed her his phone, and she proceeded to call herself and plug in her number.

"Now I want you to consider me your life coach. If you ever have a question about anything, just give me a call, day or night. You can be the little brother I never had, except less annoying," she chuckled.

"So I guess since we found your purse, we should go back in?"

"No, no, I still owe you some kissing lessons, remember? Let's go to my apartment. It's not too far."

Caleb thought, I probably shouldn't go along with this because the necklace is making her do it, but I am unable to say no to this woman. 

Caleb spent the ride in anticipation, while Gretchen rubbed his leg softly. She was sitting next to him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Things like, "Caleb, you are such a sweet boy and so cute. I am sure that you are going to break a lot of hearts once they start realizing what a catch you are."

Caleb turned three shades of red, but he certainly didn't reject the attention.

He got pensive during a short lull in the sweet nothings. "Gretchen, I have a question for you. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

"Sure Caleb, what is it?"

"Well, I think you are just amazing. You were everyone's favorite camp counselor. Every guy at camp had a crush on you. You look awesome in a swimsuit, you have the best personality, and just the best everything."

"That's sweet of you to say Caleb, but I think that Tina and her amazing ta-tas got their share of attention too."

"Well, yes, she did have fantastic boobs, but you were, you are, the total package. I mean your boobs are beautiful, and your butt is amazing, and your smile makes my heart flutter."




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 05



She looked at him with a sweet smile.

"Yeah, just like that. My heart fluttered again."

She was genuinely feeling flattered. She was feeling pretty turned on already, but his words were melting her heart.

He is really going to make somebody a fine boyfriend some day. 

"Oh Caleb, you're a sweet talking devil. The girls are going to be dropping their panties with lines like that."

"No, no, it's the truth. Well that was just lead in. What I wanted to ask was, well, I thought that you and Dave made a nice couple at camp. Everybody knew you were dating. So what I want to know is why you don't have a boyfriend now. Can you explain it to me?"

"Well, I would rather not go into it, but let's just say I realized that I don't need a boyfriend to make me happy." She continued rubbing his leg and blew into his ear hoping to get him off ... this uncomfortable subject.

Goosebumps weren't the only bumps her attentions raised, but he wasn't letting go.

"You mean you like girls?"

"No silly! I mean, I experimented a little in college, but I still like boys, if that's what you mean."

He had an idea, but he didn't know if it would work.

Mrs. Anderson did say to experiment,  he thought.

They pulled up to her apartment, and parked in the street near the corner. Before they got out, Caleb reached into his shirt and pulled out his necklace.

"Gretchen, do you want to touch my pendant?"

"I think that there's something I'd rather be touching," she said suggestively, but she reached over and cradled it in her hand.

Caleb saw her face go slack and her eyes glaze over. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he had an idea.

"Gretchen, are you in a trance?

"Yes Caleb."

"Gretchen, will you do what I say?"

"Yes Caleb."

Gee willickers! It works! 

Let's just see how our young Caleb takes advantage of this fine piece of ass.

"Gretchen, be open and honest with me."

"Yes Caleb."

"Why aren't you in a relationship?"

She took a couple of seconds to respond. "I don't know. I guess that I really fell hard for Dave. He was my first true love. But he wasn't that in to me. I guess he was in a playing around phase, and he told me he didn't love me. I think he was just moving through conquests to make sure he had enough notches on his belt before he got married."

That jerk! She is perfection! Caleb thought.

"I never really recovered. I dated a few other guys, well a lot of other guys, but I guess I always pulled away before things got too serious. Looking back, I am pretty sure I pushed away a couple of great guys that were really into me. I can be self-destructive."

"Gretchen, do you want to be happy in a relationship?"

"Yes Caleb."

"What do you need to be happy in a relationship?"

"I don't know. If I knew, I would probably be doing it."

"Gretchen, I want you to find a nurturing relationship for yourself with someone that makes you happy. You deserve that."

He had been reading some self-help books at home, and he was suddenly inspired.

"Gretchen, You love yourself, you have confidence in yourself, and you respect yourself. Did you get that?"

Gretchen's eyes fluttered a lot. She looked like there was a lot to process.

"Yes, Caleb."

"Good. And you forgive yourself, and you will open your heart to a nice guy."

"Yes, Caleb."

He pulled the necklace away from her hand and dropped it back under his shirt.

He looked at her, and was already regretting messing with her head. He hoped this wasn't going to backfire.

But of course, it would.

*** Kissing Lessons ***

Her apartment was on the second floor of an older house. It was a one bedroom with a small kitchen. When they walked in the front door, Caleb noticed that it was a mess with dirty dishes left out and clothes strewn about.

"Sorry for the mess. I have never brought anyone back here before."

As soon as the door closed, Gretchen threw her arms around Caleb and said, "Are you ready for this? We probably don't have a lot of time, so I think we should just get right to it."

Caleb was starting to feel awkward. "Gretchen, we don't have to do this if you don't want to." He thought maybe his trance suggestions might alter her desire in some way, and she might change her mind.

"Oh, I am more than ready for this. You are going to have to pull me off of you," she giggled. She had the most infectious giggle, and she used it liberally.

She leaned in and lightly brushed his lips, and then she started applying some pressure. Caleb responded in kind, and lightly brushed her lips with his tongue.

She pulled back in surprise.

"Caleb, your kissing skills have gotten better. When did you find time to practice? During dinner? Who did you practice with?" Then her eyes flew open wide as she pieced some clues together. "Were you kissing Mrs. Anderson? I saw you follow her out."

He turned a new shade of red.

"You did! Oh, that is so crazy. She is so cute, and I can see why you would be attracted to her. But isn't she a little old for you, plus the being married to our pastor thing?"

"It isn't like that. She was trying to help me."

"I just bet she was. How much did she help you Caleb? Did she take your cherry? Are you still a virgin?"

Caleb just looked at her in agony. His indiscretions with Mrs. Anderson was going to ruin things with his dream girl.

"Wow, I never would have pegged her for the Mrs. Robinson type. What happened?" Gretchen asked.

"Well, it turns out that this is a special necklace. In fact, it has powers we don't understand yet, but apparently it makes girls crazy for me."

"Wow. You poor boy. Are you making that up?"

"Nope. Haven't you kind of wondered why you are acting this way around me?" Caleb asked.

"No, it just feels natural to me," Gretchen replied.

"Well, we don't know how it works. All I know is that since I found it, everyone who touched it has been throwing themselves at me," Caleb said.

"Wow. The necklace made me do it. Nice excuse. But honestly, I have always had this secret fantasy about helping out a cute inexperienced youth member. I am sure the necklace didn't make that up. It is written in my diary," Gretchen said.

"Why me?" Caleb asked.

"Huh. Well you are very cute. And quite frankly, you could use my help more than anyone I know."

"But don't you think it is coincidental about today? And Mrs. Anderson? And my own sister playing with me under the table? Doesn't that all seem a little weird?"

"When you say it that way, it does sound a little odd. I was a little surprised to feel your sister's hand in your lap. Maybe there is something to this necklace thing."

"So do you hate me?"

"Hate you, why? You are helping me realize one of my fantasies, and I am having a lot of fun with you. The more I find out about you, the more I like you. It isn't just the necklace. I am sure of that."

"So maybe I should bring you back to your car now."

"What? No! We still have some more kissing lessons, and I need to give you a triple good reward. One for improving on your kissing, for the ride home, and for giving me a fantasy."

"Gretch, you really don't owe me anything," Caleb responded.

But she wasn't listening. She went in and kissed him with twice the passion she had before. She was burning up.

Caleb just kept thinking about how he was kissing the bible camp goddess. Sure he had done more advanced activities with her earlier, but he was in such a state of shock then. He didn't have a chance to enjoy it.

She reached down and grabbed his ass, and moaned into his mouth. Caleb was nervous, but eventually he got the nerve to try and copy her moves. He reached down and placed his hands on her back and slowly slid them down to her rounded butt. She moaned again.

He slowly trailed his hands up her back and reached and stroked his fingers through her hair near her scalp.

"Caleb, I think you are starting to get the hang of this, but kissing is something you can never practice enough."

"OK then, let's get back to work." Caleb reached down and kissed her neck, and her cheeks, and her nose, and her ears, darting his tongue out as he did so.

"You taste so good Gretch."

He moved back to her mouth, and she started to probe his lips with her tongue. She slid it inside, and ran her tongue on his teeth and found his tongue hiding near the back.

Caleb cupped her ass and pulled her into him, and ground his pelvis into her. She responded back with a moan. His tongue now got adventurous and slipped into her mouth, sliding around her tongue, feeling the different surfaces. Their tongues danced and swirled. Caleb saw how this could get out of hand. It was inebriating.

He finally pulled back. "Was that better?"

"Yes, better," she sighed and looked at him dreamily. "More?"

He wasn't going to stop until she said stop. This was probably a once in a lifetime opportunity. Who knew how long the power of the necklace would last?

As they continued necking, Gretchen snaked her hand down to his crotch and rubbed his hard on.

Caleb was losing control. He reached up and cupped her breast through her shirt.

She moaned in response, and started getting frenzied. She got more aggressive with her kissing, and he returned it.

She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt as fast as she could, getting frustrated enough that she ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying. He helped her pull his shirt and undershirt off.

He assumed turn about was fair play, so he pulled her shirt off and threw it on the floor.

They resumed necking at a frenzied pace, mouths mashing, her healthy bra encased breasts rubbing against his bare chest, his hands rubbing all over her back.

Then he reached with both hands to pull her bra off. He fumbled with the snap in the back. He had never done this before, and he was getting frustrated. She could sense it, but she wasn't going to help him. She had other ideas.

She giggled and reached for the front of his pants while they kissed and unsnapped them. She stopped kissing in order to pull down his pants and underwear in one fluid motion.

"Oh Caleb honey, has anyone told you that you have a beautiful cock?"

As a matter of fact, yes,  he thought smugly, but he assumed that the question was rhetorical.

She stood up and continued kissing him while stroking his cock with her left hand.

Then she reached up to his chest with both hands, smiled, and pushed him back forcefully so that he fell back onto the couch, and bumped his head against the wall.

"Oh no, sorry, are you OK?" she asked with a nervous giggle.

It hurt like a bitch, but no bump on the head, minor flesh wound, or loss of limb was going to stop him from enjoying this dream girl.

He responded, "Yeah, it doesn't hurt too much. What was that for?"

"Well, I was thinking it was time for your reward."

She reached behind and took off her bra for the second time today, and revealed her bouncy mounds. She was still wearing her jeans.

He looked at her breasts in awe. Now that they were someplace private, he felt a little more comfortable enjoying them.

She liked the way he was leering at her boobs, and she thought it was funny. She started jumping up and down and his face turn red as he started to fidget and sweat. Then she slowed it down and swayed from side to side making her boobs wobble back and forth and said, "You are getting very sleepy."

Caleb laughed out loud, and she giggled. She was having fun with him.

She squatted down and went into a kneeling position. She reached up and fondled his balls as she started kissing from his knee up to his dick, rubbing her breasts across his legs as she went.

She kissed the tip of his penis.

After licking her lips, she asked, "So is this what Mrs. Anderson tastes like? She tastes good."

"Geez, Gretchen."

"What?"

"I am not going to last too long if you keep talking about tasting Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh, she is beautiful isn't she. So what didn't she do with you? Did she kiss your penis like this?"

"Yes."

"Did she lick the shaft like this?"

"Oooh. Yes."

"Hmm, did she suck on you like this?"

She inhaled him, and brought him in as far as she could go without swallowing his dick.

"Oooooh. Yes. A little bit."

"Wow, she is a little vixen isn't she. Well, did she give you a hummer?"

"What? What's a hummer."

"Well why don't I show you."

And Caleb received a hummer to the tune of "Amazing Grace". It was quite intense.

She sang along in her head as she went.



Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wench like me.

I once was lost but now am found,

Was blind, but now, I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.

And Grace, my fears relieved.



It was the second verse higher register where she almost relieved him of his load, but she noticed that he was getting close. She wanted to tease him a bit more so she pulled off.

"Jiminy Cricket, Gretchen, that was incredible."

"I aims to please, but obviously we aren't done yet."

She proceeded to hoist her boobs up and made a penis sandwich, with her boobs as the bread, sliding up and down and taking him into her mouth when the tip of his cock peeked above her cleavage. She spit a big wad of saliva so it slide well.

"I know Mrs. Anderson didn't do this. She doesn't have the tits for it," Gretchen remarked with a wink and a smile now that her mouth was mostly free.

He almost shot his load just because she said tits. It seemed so erotic coming from her innocent face.

"Oh Gretchen, that feels so good. You're so naughty."

You like naughty? I can do naughty, she thought as she grinned wickedly. "Mm Hmm. Maybe for a special treat, Mrs. Anderson and I could both perform for you, or I should say, on you. Would you like that? Would you like two women servicing you at the same time?"

Caleb couldn't take it. The imagery was flying past, and this sex goddess was giving it all she had.

"Cum for me Caleb. Cum for me. I want to swallow your load."

He started to shoot. The first blast caught her square on the face.

And that was when Gretchen got a shock as she caught the necklace's orgasmic wave. She started to whine a high pitched whine and then convulsed as her pussy contracted wildly.

She collapsed backwards onto her back, still on her knees. Luckily, she was pretty limber. His seed continued to spurt onto her chest, belly, and the thighs of her jeans. She just lay there, panting. He took a moment to appreciate this vision, sprawled out on the floor.

Man she looks beautiful. 

"Are you all right, Gretch?"

"Oh. My. God. Caleb. That was the most amazing orgasm I ever experienced, and I still have my pants on. How the hell did you do that?"

"Is that unusual?"

"God, yes. I almost never orgasm with a guy unless he goes down on me."

"Goes down on you?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Yeah, oh right. Like he uses his tongue on my clit and my pussy."

"Really? Guys do that?"

"Only the good ones. And believe me, it is worth doing because it guarantees you further considerations, if you know what I mean."

"Oh."

"So did Mrs. Anderson orgasm like this?"

"I think so. When she sucked on me, I think she did. When we had sex, I am not sure because she passed out."

She grinned in disbelief, "Seriously?"

He just nodded in affirmation.

"Trust me Caleb, if she passed out, she definitely had an orgasm. Wow. You made her pass out? Wow. You stud."

"It must be the necklace, I guess."

Then Gretchen got kind of quiet. Her brows furrowed. She worked herself out of her awkward position and sat next to Caleb on the couch holding his arm mashed into her breast.

"So you had two orgasms during the potluck?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Because I am pretty sure I felt it. I had an orgasm during dinner. And I am pretty sure that Anna and your mom did too. In fact, I bet that is why everyone left early."

Caleb let the words sink in. He really wasn't ready for this. He didn't mean to give all of those women orgasms.

Wait, I gave my sister and my mom orgasms?  he groaned inwardly both from embarrassment and sick pleasure.

"Gretchen, this is kind of freaking me out."

"I know, right?" Gretchen agreed.

"I mean, wow. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked.

She tried to reason it out some. "Well, it wasn't like it was intentional. And it wasn't like you had sex with all those women. And I am positive they were all grateful, and are probably thanking the Lord for this small miracle.

"That makes a lot more sense than the lasagna story," Gretchen said.

"The lasagna story?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah, your sister and I were wondering if it was the lasagna that made us feel so good. We were both eating it. I didn't really believe that one, but it was really good lasagna. Did you get any?" Gretchen giggled. It was pretty silly.

Caleb responded, "Yeah I tried some. It was good. But neither explanation sounds very likely. I still don't believe any of it, really."

"I wouldn't believe it if I didn't experience it myself. But I could get used to that. Wow," she exclaimed.

She looked at Caleb, and his penis. It was still erect. She got a faraway look in her eye, and a glimmer of a smile appeared.

"So, how would you like to fuck me?" Gretchen asked with devious smile.

"What?" Caleb asked.

"Um, if giving you a blow job and a titty fuck feels that good, it has me wondering how good actual fucking would feel," Gretchen admitted.

He was surprised at the vulgarity of her language, but in light of the circumstances, he found it terribly appealing.

"Uh, wow. You want to have sex with me?"

"Yeah, but only if you want to. Don't you want to?" She suddenly started feeling insecure. He held all of the cards. She stood up and paraded around, and shook her wares enticingly. Wads of his sperm flew from her tits and splattered around the room. 

"I want you Caleb. I want you really bad right now. Make love to me."

In his mind he was shouting, YES! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES! but his body was paralyzed at the enormity of the prospect.

She stared into his eyes as she unbuttoned and took off her pants. Then she turn around, and slid down her panties while bending over at the waist. Her head was upside down, looking at him through her parted legs, her hair brushing the floor. She wanted him to get a good look at her glistening slit.

Then she stood up, and walked with an exaggerated strut that made her boobs bounce. She stood right in front of him, naked, with a Wonder Woman pose with her legs shoulder width apart, and her fists resting on her hips.

And she asked, "Well, do you wanna?" She was nervous he might say no, but she tried not to show it.

"Gretchen Nelson wants to have sex with me," Caleb mumbled in disbelief with a faraway look in his eye as he looked her up and down from her neatly trimmed patch, her breasts, and her gorgeous face. His cock was twitching and seeping as if it was overjoyed at the prospect.

"I'll take that as a yes," she smiled.

She stepped forward and straddled him as she guided his rock hard penis into her sopping wet snatch.

As she slid down his pole, she felt as though her pussy was sparking, like she was conducting electricity from his penis like a low voltage Tesla coil. It felt amazing.

Caleb was beside himself with happiness. Her pussy could have been lined with sandpaper, and he would have enjoyed having sex with what he considered the pinnacle of desirable women. But luckily for his penis, it wasn't sandpaper. It felt more like melting butter.

Gretchen started going slowly, gliding up and down on his cock. And although she had a fair amount of experience, she was quickly out of control. She started bouncing on his dick wildly and a frenzied pace, screaming with each down stroke. Her clit was mashing perfectly against his pubis. They were a very good fit.




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 05



Caleb reached up and grabbed onto her breasts, and sort of kneaded them, twisting the nipples. He pulled himself up so he could suck on her nipple.

"Oh my God Caleb. You feel amazing. My body is on fire."

She stopped bouncing and did more of a gyration while she lifted his chin and gave him a soul melting kiss.

"You are the best fuck, ever," she said, and then she started bouncing again even more wildly.

He didn't want it to end. He wasn't sure when he would get another chance like this with this sex goddess.

But the experience was too much for him. And she sensed it.

"Yes, cum inside me Caleb. Cum for me. I want it. I want it. Yes. yes."

Caleb put up a valiant fight, but he couldn't hold out. He released his warm jets inside her, and she immediately reacted, screaming at the top of her lungs,  "I Love You!"  before passing out.

***

She was affectionately known among a discrete circle of men, ex-boyfriends and their roommates, as a screamer. But she had never screamed like this before.

***

Caleb continued to inject her with his fluids, and she collapsed because the pleasure was too intense. She passed out into his arms as Caleb held on tight while he finished in her. He kissed her shoulder, and held onto her relishing the feeling of her bare back and ass.

Whew. I could learn to like this. 

The impossible had happened. He almost felt like crying. Things were too perfect.

At some level, he realized that she was probably several years too old to make this work, and light years out of his league, but he didn't care. Right here, right now, was all that mattered, and he wasn't going to do anything to break the spell. He just basked in her being, holding her and lightly caressing her body, and apply light kisses to whatever skin was available.

Then he had a thought and chuckled.

Some stud I am. Every time I have sex with a woman, they fall asleep.  



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 06



This chapter involves sex between an eighteen year old boy and his mother. If you have been reading the other chapters, you should have seen this coming.

REVISION 2: Fixed some typos, consistency, and generally tried to make it more readable. Also inserted some teasers after the chapter ending.

*** Revelations ***

Caleb was sitting on the couch, with his bronzed, blonde, blue-eyed goddess asleep in his lap with her head on his shoulder.

Now this is something I could get used to, he thought.

After going eighteen years without sex, he had participated in intercourse twice in one day with two different female objects of his fantasies. Having nothing much better to do while he waited for his dream girl to wake up, he counted his orgasms.

Let's see. One with Mel, two with Mrs. Anderson, and now two with Gretchen. Huh, only my fifth orgasm. It seemed like more than that somehow. Hmm. Makes me thirsty thinking about it. 

This girl, much like the last one, was passed out while still impaled on his erect penis. It was a happy or unfortunate side effect of his mystical necklace, depending on how you looked at it. It was pretty awesome to be able to cause women to pass out from the intensity of their orgasms, but at the same time, you are left with this unconscious sex partner.

Still, I guess it does give me some time to think. The way this day has been going, it's like I haven't had two minutes to collect my thoughts. 

Just then, his ankle buzzed.

 Probably Mom.  

He really didn't want to wake the unconscious angel in his arms, but he didn't want his mom to worry so he tried reaching down and lifting his right leg where his pants were still bunched around his ankles. He had to lean her backwards a little bit, but he was able to reach down and fish his phone out.

Yep. "Hi Mom," he answered.

"Hi baby, are you all right. Are you still at Gretchen's?"

"Yes Mom, something came up. But I'll probably be leaving soon."

"Well, the main reason I'm calling is to tell you that I think that Gretchen is a really nice girl. So if you want to spend the night, it's OK with me. I'll make up some excuse to cover for your father, if he even notices."

"What?"

"I said I'll handle your father."

"No, uh, did you say I could sleep over?"

"Yes, you're a big boy, and I trust you to take care of yourself. Although, I did have a little surprise planned for you tonight if you came home."

"What? A surprise?"

"Yeah, but we can save it for another night."

"Wait, what surprise?"

"Oh, I can't tell you, especially not over the phone. You will just have to wait and see for yourself."

"OK Mom, um, you got me intrigued, but I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be."

"OK, whatever son. It's OK. You have a good time. Love you."

"Bye Mom."

"Bye baby"

Holy moly. Who was that woman, and what did she do with my mom? Caleb wondered.

"Was that your mom, sweetie?" Gretchen asked, groggily.

"Oh Gretch, you woke up. Sorry. You want to go back to sleep?" he asked softly.

"No, I'm OK. I'm recovering, but I'm thirsty. Can I get you something? I've got water, diet coke, beer..."

"Water would be good."

"OK, just a sec."

Gretchen groaned as she got up off her man. And she thought of him as her man. Not that she wouldn't share, but she realized that there wasn't anyone else for her. She held her hand over her cooz, and walked over to the bathroom and cleaned up, her knockers knocking with each step.

When she came back out, she got a tall glass of water with some ice to share with her man. She stopped in front of him and smiled, rubbing the cold glass across her nipples.

"Mmmm. So what did Mom want?" she asked as she handed him the glass and sat down next to him on the couch.

After taking a long gulping drink he answered, "She wanted to let me know that she likes you, and that I can stay the night here if I want."

"Wow, isn't she a sweetie. So do you want to have a sleep over? I haven't done that in such a long time. We could make popcorn, and watch a movie. I've got Lucky Charms for breakfast."

"Wow, I'd really like to Gretchen, but I think I better head home. I don't think my dad would be that understanding, really. I am surprised my mom was that cool about it."

"Must be the necklace," she said.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking."

"You know, they say every boy wants to have sex with their mother, and your mother is still really cute."

"What? What are you saying?"

"Well, truthfully, Caleb darling, I really like you, more than I have liked any guy in a long time. I am not ready to call it love yet, but I am falling for you. But even so, I wouldn't want to stand between a boy and his mom."

"But, what, where ..."

"I know, I know, I'm as surprised as you are. I guess I can't explain it. I feel like I can be myself with you. You make me really happy, you know? God, I really wasn't going to rush into this. I can't believe I just blurted all that out. I'm such an idiot sometimes." She turned away from him and looked embarrassed.

"Gretchen, look at me." He reached out with his hands and to her face and gently turned her towards him. "Gretchen, my life just got really crazy all of a sudden, but I want you to know that no matter what happens that you are very important to me, and I will always be there for you, OK? I mean, this necklace has women throwing themselves at me, so I think any relationship I am in is going to be weird."

"Caleb, I don't mind sharing, but I don't think I could live without you. I know you are going to be crazy busy, but find some time for me, OK? Keep me in the rotation?"

His heart was bursting. It was confusing. This revelation really complicated things, but this girl was it. It was going to be awkward. The congregation wouldn't understand. They would have to keep their love for each other a secret.

He looked her in the eyes. She was tearing up. He was still holding her face, and he pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed back hungrily out of need.

They were both naked, except for the pants around Caleb's ankles. He was sure he would never get tired of her body as he made broad sweeps from her hips to her bare ass up to her back, through her hair. He started to push her back onto the couch and climbed on top of her. This would be the first time Caleb would actually initiate sex, but she stopped him.

"Wait, wait. Just a second. I need a second."

"Gretchen, what's wrong?"

"For some reason, I just got this image of your mom at home waiting for you. I shouldn't keep you from her."

"Whoa, whoa, what?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But I think she needs you, OK? Don't bother bringing me back to get my car. Just swing by in the morning to bring me into church, OK? A quarter of nine? You got my number right? You can find your way back here?"

"Yeah, I can do that, but are you sure?"

"I'm sure, so pull up your pants and get out of here, lover," she grinned.

"Gretchen, I am not going to have sex with my mother. That just isn't going to happen, OK?"

"Caleb, I hear what you're saying, but let me tell you that moms are a force of nature. You don't really have a say about some things. I think once she turns on the charm, you aren't going to be able to say no."

Caleb chuckled, because he knew on some level she was probably right. As screwed up as it sounded, if his mom wanted to bed him, he wouldn't be able to say no. He just couldn't believe that was what his mom wanted.

*** Good Night ***

As Caleb pulled into his driveway, it was still only about half past nine. Most of the lights in the house were already off. This didn't surprise him. His family was largely an 'early to bed, early to rise' sort of folk, and there would be nine o'clock church the next morning. He was a little disappointed that his mom didn't wait up for him to give him his surprise, but he understood.

He went straight upstairs and got ready for bed, and settled in under his covers. He was exhausted, but his mind was still racing at a million miles an hour. More significant events had happened today than had happened in all of his previous experiences put together. He didn't think there would be any way he would be able to fall asleep, but at least he got a moment to think and recover.

How exactly did this all happen? What did this mean? What should I do with this? Do I have any control over anything that happens? 

He had thought about these questions all of the way home, and he still hadn't sorted anything out. Maybe it was something Gretchen could help him with. She was his life coach, after all.

Before he had a chance to formulate any further answers or theories, he heard a light knock at his door, and the knob turned without waiting for a reply. His mother entered the room wearing her terry cloth robe and pink fuzzy slippers. She closed the door and padded over to him, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hey Caleb, I heard you come in and I wanted to check on you. I was a little surprised to see you come home tonight."

"Mom, what do you mean? Where else would I be?"

"Well I thought you were going to stay over at Gretchen's place. You are such a nice boy, I should have known you wouldn't press your advantage."

Caleb blushed. "Oh Mom, where did that come from?"

Darcy replied, "Well, Mrs. Anderson explained to me a little about your condition tonight at dinner. She said that you would need some help from your friends and family."

"Condition? What condition is that Mom?"

"Well, she said something about this necklace you're wearing has given you some special gifts, but you're going to need some help keeping them in check, and help learning how to use them responsibly."

Darcy reached up and slid off her robe. Caleb's heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a little pink baby doll negligée that accentuated her breasts and her legs. His mother's nipples were poking through the night gown. "This is part of the surprise I was talking about. Do you like it?"

His eyes were bugging out as he took in her form. She was gorgeous. "I didn't know you owned anything like that, Mom."

"Yes, well, I got it a few years back, but I hardly ever wear it. It's just for special occasions," she blushed. She had butterflies in her stomach. She knew what she wanted to do, but was worried he might reject her.

She wanted to comfort her son during this period of change. "I know it might sound silly, but I thought maybe it would be good if we could say our prayers together like we did when you were little."

Caleb couldn't talk. He was at a loss for words.

"I don't think you need to get out of bed and kneel this time. You just stay there and lay down and try to relax. I will say the prayers tonight."

She got down on her knees at the edge of the bed near Caleb's face. She rested her breasts on the side of the bed like a shelf which made them lift out of her bodice and accentuated her cleavage. Caleb's eyes went wide and were totally focused on her charms. Her mother smiled in response to his attention.

"Give me your hands Caleb."

Caleb turned on to his side to face his mom and gave her his hands, which she clasped and pulled in so that the knuckles of his fingers were just touching her bosom.

Her eyes were closed and her head was bowed as Darcy began the prayer, "Dear Lord, thank you for providing Caleb this special gift. We know you must have a plan for him, and we promise to make the most of it."

As she prayed, she pulled his knuckles into her breasts. 

Caleb groaned and thought, Oh God, save me. Help me stay strong. 

"May he use it to serve you and make the world a better place."

She pulled it across to the other breast, and moved it around. 

She is killing me,  Caleb grimaced.

"Please save him from evil and temptation."

She pulled his hands up to her face and kissed them.

"May his close friends and family provide the support that he needs as he goes through this trying time to better understand and unlock this gift."

She rubbed his hands back down to her right breast. 

Mom, what are you doing to me? he groaned inwardly.

"Thank you for Ming Anderson and her wisdom and guidance on this complicated situation."

She moved his hands across her left breast. 

Oh Mom, he thought.

"Thank you for Gretchen for her cheerful giving and tutoring."

She moved his hands above her bodice, and pulled in and down, dragging down her night gown over her bosom, exposing her "chestial charms" entirely.

"Dear God," he groaned.

There was a little light streaming in from the street light outside at the corner so that Caleb could behold the spectacular nature of her breasts. Caleb couldn't appreciate her breasts fully because of his limited experience, but they were, in fact, quite spectacular. Not as big as his sister Anna's, but they looked to be a handful, and had a beautifully sexy shape.

"Thank you for Anna and her love for her brother."

She rubbed his knuckles across both nipples. He was sweating now, and both of their breathing was getting ragged. 

"Oh Mom," he moaned.

"Thank you for Caleb's dad, and his understanding of the importance of family, and his general willingness to share," she said, as her pitch of her voice revved up. She was getting excited. Her body was tingling, and Caleb's fevered grunts and moans were revving her up.

Well Dad did always talk about how a family needs to share the good and the bad, but I am not sure if this is what he meant.  He felt a little guilty about it, but he wasn't going to stop her.

She took one of Caleb's fingers into her mouth and started to suck on it, and pulled it out with a pop.

"Amen."

Caleb whispered, "Amen."

Her chest was heaving. He could tell that her face was rosy even in the dim light.

She continued her seductive assault, even though he had all but surrendered.

"Now Caleb, let's have a kiss good night."

At that point, Caleb might normally have expected a kiss on the forehead, and a simple good night. But Darcy leaned up and gave him a long kiss on the forehead. Her tits were dangling in front of his face, and he ogled them. He was tempted to reach up and grab them, but before he had time to act she kissed his nose, and then his lips.

She sucked in his lower lip, and licked it with her tongue. At first he was tentative, and slow to respond as he absorbed what was happening.

She reached out for Caleb's hands and encouraged him to feel her breasts, palm forward, and he was more than willing to oblige, in the name of the Lord. He had always secretly dreamed of giving them a feel.

Darcy pulled her son's covers down off the bed. He was wearing a pair of flannel pajama shorts and a plain calumet blue T-shirt. The pajama shorts had a Velcro fly, and his mother reached in and fished out his tool out through the fly of his shorts.

Caleb gasped.

"Shhh. We don't want to wake up your father just now. Is it OK that I am doing this baby? You do know that this is only for your own good don't you baby?" She was feeling a little dizzy from her excitement. Her chest was pounding.

Caleb just nodded his head and then they continued their kissing as his mother began stroking his cock. Caleb wasn't going to last long. This was his first crush as a toddler. He had adored his mother for so long.

His mother moved her head directly to his penis, and inhaled it. She had never sucked on a cock before in her life, but she was a natural. She bobbed up and down, sucking in her cheeks to get maximum coverage. Her passion drove her instincts well.

She had read about the "deep throat" technique from or some woman's magazine she had thumbed through at a doctor's office, and she really wanted to do this for her precious baby. She pushed herself hard, and gagged twice, but she was able to swallow his dick after several determined bobs.

Caleb really didn't know that this sex act even existed, but to see his cock disappear into his mother's mouth and disappear so that her face was nuzzling in is crotch looked as amazing as it felt.

 "Her mouth is like a clown car. Where did it all go?" he wondered incredulously. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it.

But that was his last thought before he erupted. It was a miracle that he had lasted that long. Darcy had been close, but the orgasmic wave blasted her, and she convulsed as he shot his juice down her throat.

She pulled off of him and climbed up and nestled into a gentle embrace as they cuddled on the bed breathing heavily. Caleb was dazed and confused. He had folded so quickly. He hadn't put up any fight.

His mom looked into Caleb's eyes and gave him a kiss. A wave of devotion washed over her.

She said, "Caleb, I love you in ways a mother shouldn't." And she gave him another soft kiss.

"I will do anything that you ask." She gave him a another soft kiss, equal to the last. 

"I live to serve you." She gave him a more passionate kiss and ran her her tongue along his lips. 

"You own me completely." She crushed her lips into his for a long, slow passionate kiss. Then she pulled away and grinned and asked, "But maybe you can see it in your heart to share me with your father once in a while?" She giggled at the absurdity of her request, but she knew it was true.

His penis had gone soft after his last orgasm, but this last admission of devotion got him hard again, rapidly.

His mother noticed the straightening shaft and exclaimed, "Oh my, what AM I going to do with you?" with a mischievous grin. "Would you like mommy to rub her little pussy over your big weenie?"

This baby talk felt kind of weird to Caleb, but he liked it. It threw him back to a mind set of when he was five years old, and his mother and he used to be closer. Somehow the juxtaposition of the baby talk implied closeness, and the sex talk seemed to make sense to him.

She didn't wait for a response. Caleb could only watch in fascination.

First she slipped out of her baby doll nightgown. She climbed on top of Caleb, and straddled her panty clad pussy over his penis. She was gushing juices, and the moisture made her soft silken panties slick. She started rubbing up and down in long exaggerated motions.

Caleb didn't see her wear many form fitting clothes, so this was the first time he had seen her body. She kept fit by doing yoga, and she ate right. She was slim with only a healthy amount of body fat, and her hips flared into a very appealing form. Seeing her breasts set on that frame made them all the more appealing.

"Oh God, Caleb, you feel fantastic."

Caleb was breathing heavily.

She grabbed his hands and held them up to her breast with one hand while she continued to do the work of sliding up and down his shaft.

Then she reached back and pulled her panties to one side, and straddled his cock while looking in his eyes with a determined look.

She rubbed it back and forth on her pussy without inserting it. She wanted to tease him. She was already incredibly wet, and her juices quickly covered Caleb's penis as she continued to slowly move back and forth.

Caleb continued to massage her breasts. He tweaked her nipples like he was tuning in an old radio dial as he twisted.

This caused Darcy to moan, "Oh yeah baby. Mommy likes that."

He responded by manhandling her breasts, squeezing, and cupping. He reached his head up and started sucking on her jugs. She leaned into him so he wouldn't need to reach. He sucked hard, and nibbled and bit.

"Oh baby, you feel so good. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."

The whole situation was so taboo, and the sensation was too intense for Caleb.

"Oh, mommy!" he grunted.

His jism squirted up onto undersides of her dangling breasts and his shirt. The orgasmic wave from the pendant had her convulsing again and again as she collapsed on top of him as he continued to cum.




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 06



"Mom? Are you OK?"

"Oh honey, you feel so good for mommy. Promise we can say a prayer again tomorrow night too, OK?" she said while gasping for breath.

Caleb could only look at her in exhausted disbelief.

"Now come with me, I think we better get cleaned up."

She got up and pulled her panties back over her quim and grabbed Caleb's hand to help him up out of bed. She led him over to the bathroom.

It was quite a sight to see Caleb with his limp dripping penis hanging out for all to see, being tugged along by the hand by his mostly naked mother. With only her sopping panties on, her breasts were jiggling as she tip toed across the creaky, carpeted, wooden floor past two other bedrooms.

She locked the bathroom door, turned on the shower and pulled out a towel to hang on the back of the door. She then turned her attention to her son.

"Now we have to get cleaned up so we won't have this sticky stuff all over us when we go to church tomorrow," she went on as she pulled up his shirt over his head.

"Oh baby, I can't believe what a strapping young man you have grown into, and so polite too." She embraced him in a big hug, her slimy breasts sliding around his hairless chest. He was still wearing the pendant, but at some point it had been swapped around behind his neck so it wasn't in the way of her sliding bosom.

"When you pulled out the chair for Gretchen tonight, it made me so proud to be your mommy. I like to reward that kind of chivalry. I would like to see a lot more behavior like that young man." She gave him a wet sloppy kiss, and then pulled down his pajamas.

Was it the regenerative powers of an eighteen year old boy, or another gift from the necklace? It is hard to say, but his cock was bouncing at attention once again.

"Wow. This thing is like the energizer bunny. Such determination. Does it feel sore when I do this? Sometimes a penis can get overworked. You'll know it if it happens." She reached out and stroked it.

"Oooh mom, no, that still feels good."

"I am glad baby. Now let's get you cleaned up." She reached in to feel the water, and turned the warm water up a bit. She pulled down her panties and stepped into the tub shower, and pulled Caleb in with her. It had a wrap around curtain, which she pulled shut, gently nudging her hooters into Caleb's ribs as she reached around behind him.

Caleb pulled his mother into an embrace and kissed her as the water sprayed over her hair and down across their faces. She kissed back hungrily, wrapping him in a bear hug, pulling herself into his thrusting lance. She reached down for his buttocks, and pulled him into her rhythmically. He picked up on rhythm and repeated the pattern by grabbing her butt as well and pulling in time. His prick was rubbing between her legs, sliding across her pussy lips.

Darcy thought, My boy is so impatient for my body. He can't even take the time to wash off before attempting to mount me. But I feel the hunger too. It feels like when Bobby and I were young and first fell in love. We couldn't get enough of each other. This feels like that, but magnified. God I want him right now. 

She let go of him and turned around getting herself all wet and picked up a bar of soap. She soaped up her hands, and handed him the soap, and started washing his body around his abs, neck, back, butt. She ended up at his penis, and started stroking it with her soapy hand.

Meanwhile, Caleb soaped up his hands, and washed her back, butt and boobs as they presented themselves. He spent a long time on her boobs, which she vocally acknowledged with coos and mewing.

"Just a second Caleb, I think you are going to like this."

She turned around and placed her hands on the front wall so the water was cascading down her back and reached behind and pulled Caleb's dick up to the edge of her pussy. She pushed back enveloping his cock halfway up the shaft.

He cried out in surprised ecstasy, "Jiminy Crickets!."

Just then there was a knock at the door "Caleb is that you?"

It was his dad! What was he going to do now?

Darcy whispered "I'll take care of this."

First she made a noise like she was clearing her voice, and then in a loudish voice she said, "No, it's me honey. I was having a hard time sleeping. I have some cramping from that time of the month."

As she spoke, she pushed into her son, up to the hilt. Caleb reached down and placed his hands on her hips and felt her ass.

"Ungh, I thought a shower might help a bit."

She pulled back from him. "Ooooo," she moaned quietly.

"Oh, OK. Have you seen Caleb?"

Caleb really liked what he was feeling, and he wanted more. He grabbed his mother, Bob's wife, by the hips and pulled her body forward slowly, and then pushed it back along his cock.

"Ungh. Yes dear. He came a while ago. I think he said he was going out for a bit. Ungh. He is having some woman problems, so he is trying to sort some things out," she half moaned.

"Really? Woman problems. Really? Our Caleb has woman problems? Really? Who is it? Maybe I should go find him and give him some advice." He sounded delighted to hear that his son was interested in girls. He hadn't been so sure.

"Ooohh, really, I think he just needs some time to think dear," she moaned out.

"OK honey. Hmm. Then I guess I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up if you need anything, OK?"

He was a little upset that his dad would interrupt them; he tapped into some built up resentment and he started to release some aggression on his mom. He started to pull himself into her with more force with a slow rhythmic slap, slap, slap. He wanted to own her. 

"OK, good night honey. Loove yoouu!" she cried out in rapturous delight. They heard the bedroom door close as they continued their passionate bucking.

He grunted words out on each thrust, "You. Are. Mine. I. Own. You."

This sent shivers down her spine, and turned her already weak knees to jelly. She started to collapse but Caleb held her up by the hips as he continued to pound into her pussy.

"Oh yes baby, yes. Make me yours. Own me."

Caleb shot his load into his mother with no thought to warning her, and no thought to the consequences.

His mother craved his seed. It excited her. She was already starting her orgasm when the orgasmic wave reflected through the necklace reached her and doubled its intensity. It was the best orgasm of the evening, the most wonderful orgasm of her life. It wasn't because of Caleb's ministrations. He had no technique. But the combination of the orb and her son's animal lust and possessiveness took her by storm.

She stood there leaning against the wall, breathless. "Oh baby, that was sooo good," she panted, trying to catch her breath.

"But remember, sometimes you need to share with Daddy," pant, pant "OK?"

He didn't respond. His blood was on fire. He was feeling a burning rage like he had never felt before. It was a form of confidence. It was a new feeling. Maybe for the first time in his life, he felt like a man.

In his mind, the five year old said, No. No sharing. But the five year old said it in the inner voice of a man. It boomed in his head, but he kept that sentiment to himself, for now.

She rinsed off, and turned off the shower. Darcy dried herself off, and then dried her son off. She led him back to his bed, naked, and placed a dry towel on his pillow.

He climbed into bed and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in too. She tried to pull away for a few seconds, but he wouldn't let go. She succumbed when she saw the determined look in his eyes as he pulled her into his arms, resting her wet hair and head on his shoulder and chest, her arm draped over his chest and belly, and her right leg spread across his crotch and legs. They lay together naked. It felt natural to both of them.

She worried about how she was going to explain this to her husband in the morning, but it wasn't enough for her to leave her man. This felt so right somehow. She soon drifted off to sleep.

His only thought was, I'm losing my touch, she didn't pass out. I wonder what that means?

But he didn't contemplate the question long as the events of the day caught up with him, and he slept the deep sleep of a well fucked boy, safe in the arms of his devoted and loving mother.

*** End -- Day 1 ***

 Some teasers from the author.

What will his father think when he finds his wife and son naked in bed together? 

Caleb has a big day planned going to church, talking to Ming, and previously planned visit to check in on Grandma and Grandpa. Will Ming be able to resist? Will Grandma be affected? Do we really want her to be?

How's Mel doing? Is she going through withdrawal?

How will Caleb handle school? Will he bring the necklace? 

What evil presence lurks within the necklace? What will evil doers do once the find out about the existence and location of the necklace?

How will he handle his overgrowing harem? These things always become a time and sperm management headache. 

What new locations and situations will he find for sexual encounters?

Some of these questions will be answered in the next chapter. At the pace the story is going, other questions may take a lifetime to answer. I am thinking about using ninjas to kill everyone once the story gets tired. Let's hope for Caleb's sake it doesn't reach that point.

Please let me know if you think these teasers are useful or not. Always looking for feedback. 



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 07



 Continuing harem fantasy of a naive eighteen year old boy who finds a magic necklace and his interactions with women who start throwing themselves at him, even his mom and sis. 

Sci-fi, mind control themes. 



*** Good Morning – Day 2 *** 

Caleb woke up to sunlight gently streaming through the windows, and sunlit dust particles floating through the air. It was magical. 

He noticed that it was a few minutes before seven. He stretched out in his bed and yawned, reveling in the afterglow of last night's scrumptious sex dream. He had never dreamt anything that wild or vivid before. His previous dreams had only allowed boob touching over the clothes. Dreaming about sexual encounters with a buxom pixie, the pastor's wife, that youth director/goddess, and his mom was light years beyond anything he could have ever imagined. The unconscious mind is a wonderful thing. I should feel guilty about this, but maybe the guilt can wait until later. I'm too tired for guilt. Let's just enjoy the moment,  he thought groggily.

He reached down to his crotch expecting to feel the dried crusty discharge on his pajama bottoms from what must have been a huge wet dream, but was surprised to feel that there was no crustiness and no pajamas, just a bare naked morning woody.

What the hey? 

He noticed a towel on his pillow, the one from his dream, and suddenly sat up in bed as his mind started racing, Am I still dreaming? Oh God, did I have sex with Mom? No, it can't be possible.  He reached up to feel the necklace, and, sure enough, it was there. Holy crap, Dad's going to kill me! 

He looked around the room, and all traces of last night seemed to be gone. His mom, as well as her garments, were absent, and his dad wasn't actively stringing him up by his toes. Did I just forget my pajamas last night? But I remember putting them on, right? 

Before he could settle things in his head, the bedroom door flew open, and his sister Anna came bounding in wearing her honey blonde hair in pig tails and sporting her thick framed black nerd glasses she usually reserved for studying. Caleb gawked at her in astonishment, as he propped himself up on his elbows. Her long dancer legs and ample cleavage were on display due to her thigh length, white men's V-neck T shirt. This was quite an aberration from her usual flannel night gowns and ankle length robe.

"Good morning, squirt. Did you sleep well last night?" she grinned.

"Uh, hi Anna. I guess."

"Did you have a good time with Gretchen? I didn't hear you come in?" Anna asked, as she closed the door behind her. She bent down to look under the bed and sneaked a peek in the closet.

"Looking for something?"

"Just wondering if you snuck in a girl?" she said as she looked over at him and grinned.

Caleb nervously commented, "No, no girls here." I think!  "Did you need something?"

"Mom thought you might need some help getting out of bed."

Caleb started squirming and wondered, How much would Mom tell her? Geez, was there anything to tell? Maybe I'm just having crazy delusions. 

Anna continued teasing, "Why would Mom think you might be tired this morning? Were you up late last night? Did you get lucky with Gretchen or something?"

At least she didn't reference Mom. That would be too weird to talk about. Must protect Gretchen though.  "Uh, well, I did drive her home, and we talked for a little while," Caleb offered.

"Talked huh. Is that all you did? Did see teach you how to kiss yet?"

He was a terrible liar so he decided to come clean with a partial truth, especially since Gretchen had already confessed as much to Anna. "Um, maybe a little. But you can't tell anyone! She could get in trouble."

"Well, I wouldn't want to get her in trouble, but maybe I need a little something to ensure my silence, you know what I mean?"

"Wait, what? You want money?"

"I was thinking something more personal. How about if we continue from where we left off in the church parking lot yesterday. It's not nice to leave a girl hanging."

"I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Well, you're my sister."

"But doesn't it make it a little more exciting just because I'm your sister?"

While she was talking, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt with both hands, and slowly lifted her T-shirt, exposing her white cotton panties. Caleb's eyes locked onto the teddy bear on the front. Then she raised it further, revealing her flat stomach. Her belly button seemed to wink at him as she did a little shimmy.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

Caleb could only raise his eyebrows, not sure how to respond, but there were plenty of subtle and blatant hints that for her to glean that she was getting to him. As his body started humming and his heart started pounding, he turned beet red, started breathing hard, and his make shift pup tent beneath the sheet wiggled. Yes, she could tell that her victim was in terrible discomfort.

Anna loved the role of the cock teasing seductress. It was becoming addictive. Her panties were soaked, but then she had been in a continuous state of arousal since last night's dinner. It was driving her batty. She had tossed and turned as wild fantasies played out in her head. She had woken up to soaked underwear and sheets. Her body was craving release, so her goal this morning went well beyond teasing.

"Doesn't it feel deliciously naughty, watching your innocent sister strip off her clothes?" she asked as the shirt continued its slow rise up over her cantaloupes which revealed a pink satiny bra.

This is like a replay from the church parking lot, only more so,  Caleb thought.

She pulled the white T-shirt over her head and held out her arms. "Well, what do you think?"

Caleb looked at her sister with amazement and guilt filled desire. She was now standing there with her white cotton teddy bear underwear, her large mounds slung up in a pink bra, hair in pig tails, and wearing her black nerd glasses. His mouth went dry, his tongue felt thick, his throat tightened up.

He responded with, "Bazizwrfmzly."

She smiled at her tongue-tied little brother, and climbed up onto the bed straddling his waist as he fell back, helpless to resist. She pressed her crotch down and rubbed it against his morning wood only separated by his sheet and her panties. Caleb groaned from the pelvic pressure on his prick.

"Caleb, do you want some help with your problem?"

"Ungh. What problem?" He was having trouble thinking as she slowly rubbed herself on his crotch.

"This problem down here," as she looked down at his erection poking up against her from beneath the sheet.

"Anna Banana, what are you doing to me?" he groaned as she continued to dry hump him.

Anna was thinking, I feel so wicked, but it feels so good to tease him this way. He's just so adorable and innocent. Who could resist him? And I really need him. This feels nice, but I think it's time for phase two. 

She scooted down his legs, and started tugging the sheet down his body.

He tugged back. He didn't want her to see him naked.

"Feeling a little shy? Do you need a little persuading?" she questioned. "Tell me, have you have ever wanted to see my boobs in all their glory? Like, no bra, swinging in the wind." She paused for effect. "This could be your big chance."

She reached behind, and unsnapped her bra. She stopped to watch the anticipation in his eyes. "What if Mom were to walk in right now, what do you think she would say?" She saw his stiff bump waggle.

She slid the bra off her shoulders and arms, and flicked it onto his face, obstructing his view from her now exposed milk jugs. She giggled at his predicament.

While caressing her round, full breasts she asked, "So what do you think, Caleb? How do these compare to Gretchen's?"

He let go of the sheet to pull the bra off of his face. A choir of angels sang triumphantly in three part harmony in his head, AAAHHHH.  It was like a great revelation. They were blindingly beautiful. He was stupefied.

His sister, as planned, took the opportunity to reach down and yank the sheet off of him.

"Hey, no fair!" he exclaimed, as he quickly covered his raging hard on with the bra in his hands.

"I think it's fair. You know, 'tit for tat'," she giggled.

 

Caleb never understood that saying, and then it dawned on him and he smiled. "Oh, is this what a 'tat' is?" he asked while he motioned with his eyes towards his bra covered erection. "I always wondered about that saying."

She thought, He's a dork, but at least he is a cute dork.  "Wow, nice one bro," she smiled. "You know, you really do have a nice 'tat'. Remember when I saw it yesterday? Under the table at church?"

What she said didn't register. He was too busy soaking in the vision of this bare chested, bodacious, buxom blonde in her teddy bear panties. His face went slack. He started to drool.

Anna laid down on the bed next to him, with her breasts leaning up against his arm and spilling onto his chest. She ran her fingers along up and down his smooth torso. He felt extremely exposed, but his hands and the bra were still covering his crotch. He watched her nervously.

Anna changed her tone and started talking gently, almost whispering. "You know Caleb, Mom just sent Dad out to get some milk so we have a little time to help you out with your affliction."

"My affliction? What do you mean?"

"I woke up early this morning, and Mom was already up. We talked and she told me how you were burdened with these nasty erections, and we might need to help you out once in a while. Holy cow, I couldn't believe it when she told me, but I was happy about it. I don't really care why we're doing it. I just can't believe I got permission to do this. "

She reached up and gently grabbed his chin, looked him in the eyes, and gave him a disarmingly soft kiss on the lips that caused some of the tension to ease out of him.

His breath quickened at the idea of taking the next step with Anna. He thought, Is it the right thing to do? Of course not.  His conscience was battling the logic of his other head, which simply countered with,  Look at her. She is  so hot , and it will feel  so good!   

"And so Mom thought that maybe we should take the edge off before going into church."

She gave him another soft kiss, and let her hand trail back down his chest to his stomach.

"So did you understand that? Mom gave us permission. A good boy does what his mom wants, right?"

She gave him another kiss, and her hand trailed down from his stomach to his crotch. This time he kissed back a bit, and gave no resistance as she pulled his hands out of the way of her goal. She put her hand on her bra that was still covering him up.

"And we really wouldn't want this thing going off during Pastor Anderson's sermon, now would we? Can you imagine a whole congregation of pious women all achieving orgasm simultaneously because of you?" she whispered while wrapping the bra around his prick, and gently rolling it around. "Although I bet the offering plates would be overflowing if you did. Can you imagine?"

She started kissing him slow and passionate as she slid her soft bra around and up and down on his dick. He moaned. The satin felt really good. She went up on one arm so her head was above his so she could get better leverage on the pumping and the kissing, and it caused her breasts to trail over his chest as they rolled in waves from the movement of her arm.

And that scene continued peacefully like that for a minute or two while she stroked him with his bra, whispered loving and sexy things into his ear, and frequently kissed him. "You're such a wonderful little brother. I am so lucky to have you. And you're so handsome and nice and funny. And your wonderful cock. It's so beautiful. It's going to drive the girls wild. You're going to make some girl really happy. I'm a little jealous. I wish I could be your girlfriend. I want you in me. I want your cock, your wonderful cock."

He imagined himself penetrating into her, filling her up with his semen. "Ooh Anna, I think I'm going to ..." And his face turned red, he held his breath, and he spurted a geyser that shot a foot in the air landing on her hand and bra.

The orgasmic wave washed over Anna as she was pumping, and she collapsed on top of Caleb as she started convulsing and mashing her tits into his chest, with her head next to his, face buried in the pillow, and a pig tail lying across his face.

"Oh gawd, that's so good," she said softly, as she started to recover and rose up on one arm to look at him while catching her breath. "You're amazing. I wonder if Mom could feel that too. Wow, that was hot, wasn't it?"

He was still panting while staring at the ceiling. He didn't respond, but he thought,  My sister wants to be my girlfriend? She wants to have sex with me?   The fact that he might have given his mother another orgasm just made him smile. He loved that woman. It's weird how he had so much resistance to his sister, but just melted and folded for his mom. Maybe it's the approach. She comes on a little strong. It's a little intimidating.

Then she grinned and said softly, "Mom also told me I should eat some of your sperm so I could get some protein."

That jarred him from his thoughts. "What? She did  not say that," Caleb responded, calling her bluff.

"Well, maybe not in so many words, but she did say I should get some protein. She might have meant yogurt," she winked.

His sister proceeded to lick up what she could off her hands and her bra.

"It tastes so good, just as good as yesterday. You should bottle this stuff," she commented.

"Yesterday?" Caleb asked. "I don't remember that!"

Her face reddened. "When you blacked out. You looked so afflicted, and I couldn't help myself."

"You've already done this?"

"That was my first time. You'll need to teach me more about what makes you feel good next time." 

Next time?

Then she started going after the wads on and around his privates. He wasn't fully erect, but as she continued her nutritious preening, she was rewarded with his hardened member.

Then she stopped and got this serious look on her face. She looked down along his torso at his face and stated, "Caleb, I want you to take my cherry." Then she continued to lick. She was just finishing up.

"What? You mean ... I can't do that. You're my sister."

"Yeah, I think we already established that." She got a serious look as she sat up on his bed, and straddled him again with just her soggy panties between them. "Caleb, look at me. I need this. I'm begging you. I know this is wrong, but I really need this. I'll do anything you want, any time you want. Just be my first, OK?"

"Can I at least think about it?" he asked.

"Well, I kinda need it now. I don't want to wait." She needed to persuade him. She had a desperate look in her eye like an addict who needed a fix. She pulled her wet panties to the side, and started sliding her slick slit across his gilded rod.

"Oh Anna. What are you doing?."

"Just relax bro. Let me do all the work. Doesn't that feel good? Imagine what it would feel like inside." She sped up a bit. She was getting a little frantic.

Oh man, she's not making this easy. 

"Caleb, I need this. Please, don't reject me." She stopped sliding to reach down and bring his hands to her bare chest, and then resumed her sliding. "Play with my tits. It's OK. I want you."

His eyes were closed and he was groaning as his head rolled from side to side because what she was doing and asking both felt so good and so wrong. "Oh Anna. This is so bad." But his hands started groping her chest.

"I prefer to think of it as naughty," she explained, like she seriously thought that would make a difference.

He was slipping. "Oh Gosh Anna, I don't know. It's not that I don't want to, I really do." He opened his eyes to behold the glory of his naked sister. "You're so gorgeous."

"Just say 'yes' Caleb. Don't you want to fuck your big sister? Don't you want me?"

He started getting a little frustrated. His senses were overloading. All reason went out the window as his lusty penis took over.

"Anna Banana!" and he reached down to her hips and held them. "Stop!"

She registered shock as she halted. Is he going to turn me down?  She was terrified.

"Now, put it in."

All at once she was jubilant and relieved and guilty and nervous. She bent over and squished her chest to his, and give him another passionate kiss out of gratitude. She started crying, and her tears started dripping onto his cheeks which caught Caleb off guard.

"Anna, what's wrong? Are you sure you want this?"

"I know it's confusing Caleb, but this is really important for me. I'm sorry I'm practically raping you, but I can't help myself. I'm so hungry for this. Don't hate me OK?" she sobbed.

"I could never hate you. You're my 'Anna Banana'. You'll always be, no matter what."

Her guilt assuaged mildly, she gave him another passionate kiss, and she reached down and started guiding his dick into her pussy.

"Oh God Caleb!"  Her eyes went wide as an electrical bolt shot from her clit and out to all extremities. After a second she regained her senses, and started to grind and slowly coax it in.

"You all right?" He asked.

"Caleb, yes. It feels wonderful, but it's so big. Will it fit? I've been using um, ya know, tampons, for like years, but this is so much bigger," she groaned.

It slid in an inch with some effort. She was well lubricated, but it was just tight.

Caleb looked on in awe. This is really happening. 

"It's starting to go in. Oh God, ooommng," she mumbled until progress stopped. Then she stated, "Fuck! I can do this."

She pulled up a fraction, and then tried pushing down harder. She made a little more progress, and she slid down stopping half way to accommodate his size and steady herself. She gazed down at Caleb through her black nerd glasses with a look of steely determination.

"Fuck, I can do this. Fuck, I can do this," she repeated several times. She was convincing herself. She was tenacious. 

Caleb chuckled and said, "Yes, you can do this. You're like the little engine that could."

She ignored the joke. She was focused. She raised herself up a couple of inches, and slammed herself down right to the hilt of his sword. "Ungh," she moaned. Her breasts were shaking and wobbling from her thrust.

Her eyes were still teary as she smiled and exclaimed, "Fuck! I knew I could do it." She had never been happier.

Tears of joy streamed down her face as she slowly claimed her prize by slowly riding and grinding on her brother. Her glasses started to slip down her nose. He reached up and took the glasses off and placed them on the night stand, and gently wiped her tears as she rode him.

"Oh thank you so much Caleb. Oh man. Oh God. Marry me. I want your children. Oh God. Is it good for you? "

"Ungh. You feel amazing, and Ungh. You're so happy." It's really weird, but somehow I'm glad I could do this for her, but it feels like more of a favor. 

She paused to give him another passionate kiss. She leaned over him with her outstretched arms and grinded on him, and slid herself back up and down as her pace increased. Those years of dancing were paying off. She was moving in all the right ways. 

"Oooh Good Gravy!" he exclaimed. He was really enjoying this.

Caleb reached over and felt her ass for the first time. In for a pinch, in for a pound I always say.  Since he was already penis deep, he decided he wanted to know every inch of this woman. He reached under the panties through the leg holes, and back to around her crack. So smooth and fleshy.  His hands continued to roam around her lower back and up then around to her chest. He remembered how some of the other women had liked that. He started with caresses, and progressed to pinching and groping. She moaned. She seemed to like that. He came back down to rub his hands across her thighs. He reached down between them and felt the front of her panties, and pulled them further to the side and felt her hair patch. She was longer and curlier than Gretchen, but it was a fine soft hair. On a whim he scissored the bottom of his cock with two fingers on each side just as she was on an up stroke. His hand was turned up, and he reached up to cup her as she continued to bounce on him. The top edge of his palm caught just where her clitoris resided.




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 07



She felt his hand and she looked down at him with wide open eyes, and she started to moan as she bounced on his palm.

"Does that feel good, Anna Banana?"

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh Jesus."

"Come for me Anna Banana. Come for your Cale Bale."

"Oh. Oh! Oh! Oooohhh." She convulsed on him. She was moaning. He could feel her pussy massaging his cock, yet he didn't erupt.

Why am I lasting so long?  he wondered. He realized that he felt more in control today.

As her orgasm subsided, she looked at him and blushed. "You didn't come. Didn't it feel good? Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You felt amazing. I don't understand it. I don't usually last this long."

"You've done this before?" she asked in shock.

"Yeah, a couple of times."

"A couple of times? Really? No offense, but I was sure you were a virgin."

"Well, I was, yesterday."

"What?"

"Yeah, I was a virgin until yesterday."

"With Gretchen? I was just kidding. I didn't think she'd really ... " she trailed off.

"Yes. Sorry." He felt like he had cheated on her, or deceived her which he knew was ridiculous, but he felt bad about it anyways.

She eyed him suspiciously. "And others?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"I'd rather not say."

She shivered. My brother is such a stud.  He was already practically a god to her, but her estimation of him raised a few more points.

That sent her to thinking about who it might be. Caleb could see her mind working, and he didn't want her to think about it too long and figure it out. His hand was still trapped under her, and he nudged it up against her.

"Oooh. Careful. I'm still a little sensitive."

"Sorry, so uh, are we done?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, oh God, I can't believe how selfish of me. You want to try on top?"

"Uh, OK. I mean, we don't really have to if you aren't ready."

"No, I'm good. Come on."

"Wait, uh, Anna, are you disappointed that you weren't my first?"

"What? No. It's just a little surprising is all. I'm happy for you, really. Gretchen is gorgeous, and everything, and I knew you were going to find yourself one of these days. I don't know."

In truth, she did feel a little let down, and Caleb could sort of tell. He said, "If it makes you feel any better, I want you to know that I was jealous of your boyfriend, Brad. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt like I owned part of you, ya know?"

"Yeah, I think I get it. But are you just trying to say this to make me feel better? Because I sort of feel the same way."

"Well, I did say it to make you feel better, but I honestly felt that, er, feel that."

"Thanks. I'm over it, really. Or I will get over it. But, come on, let's not get all serious. I want some more fucking, OK Cale Bale? Can you do that for me?" She looked deeply into his eyes before mashing her mouth onto his.

She straightened her left leg out to align with his right leg as she hugged him and rolled over towards the wall. She was a lot more coordinated than he. His cock slid out a bit, but mostly stayed in.

"OK Caleb, I want you to make yourself feel good. Don't worry about me. Fuck me. Use me. I'll be your little Jezebel whore. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" he asked as he started pushing into her.

She nodded.

"You'll be my little Jezebel?"

She nodded and smiled as evilly as she could, but it just came out goofy and sweet.

"Will you show me your breasts and let me feel them whenever I want?" He started moving in her again.

She smiled, "Yes."

"Will you suck on my penis when I'm afflicted?"

"Oooh, yeessss," she moaned. She liked the idea of him taking control and making her do evil things.

He thought for a few thrusts, and looked at her and shrugged his shoulders. "I ran out. I got nothing."

"Oh, come on. You just need to get, ungh, more creative."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Like, I can tease you under the table at dinner," she suggested.

In front of Mom and Dad?  he thought as he smiled.

"And we can take showers together."

Yeah, I already know how much fun that can be, he thought.as he remembered his first time with his mother while Dad was just out the door.

"And I can bring home lots of girls. For you to fuck. You can fuck their brains out. And you can have the biggest harem. In the tri-state area."

"Oh Anna, now you're getting a little crazy."

"No, no, and you can whore me out. Like to your friends. For money or favors. I don't care. Just don't stop."

OK, that isn't something I'm interested in. I'd never consider it. 

"I'll even let you do me up the assss."

What? I'm not gay. Is that something guys do with girls? Really? That seems a little over the top. 

"Anna, come ... " He was about to say "come on", like he was trying to call her on it and maybe she should reel it in a bit, but he got interrupted by the shivering bowl of Jello below him.

He stopped moving and looked at her. "Uh, what just happened?"

"You made me come again, ya goof." She was embarrassed. Now she was two up on him, and he was still hard.

He was feeling a little left out. When is my turn?  "Anna, come ..." And she convulsed again before he could finish his sentence. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again and passed out.

What was that? Did I do that? I wasn't even moving. How is that even possible?  Caleb exhaled through pursed lips making his cheeks bulge out as he rolled off of her. Now I am feeling afflicted,  he grimaced as he looked at his hard on.

He grabbed some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt from his dresser, and got dressed as he looked around.

I can't just leave her there, can I?  He weighed his options as he picked up his sister's sundries and looked at the tag on her bra. It read 36DD. Like he even knew what that meant. He put her stuff on the bed next to her.

He could either carry her into her room, or he could try to wake her up, or he could let her sleep in his bed. She looked like an angel sprawled out on his bed, and he didn't want to wake her. He picked up his sheet from the floor and gently spread it over and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

*** Breakfast ***

Caleb headed down for breakfast with some trepidation, expecting that his mom might have some second thoughts about last night. He knew he did. The guilt flooded him. He felt like a piece of crap.

What was I thinking. I took advantage of her. The things we did last night were illegal, and so immoral. As good as it felt, Mom must be suffering. I hope she doesn't hate me. Things are bound to be weird.  He cringed all the way down the stairs. 

He walked into the kitchen where his mom was cooking. She was making buttermilk pancakes, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon. This was unusual as they were normally a milk and cereal kind of family.

She was wearing the same terry cloth robe she had briefly worn last night.

"Good morning, Caleb," she cheerfully chirped.

"Hey Mom, this looks great. What's the occasion?"

"Well, I wanted to make a big breakfast for my man."

Yep, she's trying to make it up to Dad. 

"Your dad already ate his Raisin Bran, and Anna is just going to have yogurt or something, so this is all for you."

So she feels guilty about what we did, and wants to make it up to me? Wait, I'm her man?

"So did you work up an appetite. I heard you and your sister going at it. It sounded like the ceiling was going to cave in. Did she take care of your affliction this morning?" she asked, hopeful there might be some left over for her. Little did she know.

Crap. She heard all of that? He covered his face with both hands, and responded sheepishly, "Uh, I guess you could say yes and no."

"Why, what happened."

"Well, she sort of passed out before I finished," Caleb continued as he dropped his hands and looked a the ceiling. He was embarrassed but relieved that she didn't seem angry, guilty, or distant.

Criminy, he is a stud, isn't he? "You were too much for her then?"

"Apparently."

"Have a seat. Your breakfast is served, my lord."

She was just finishing up as she turned off the stove. She fixed up a big plate for him and picked it up, after pulling the belt of her robe loose. As she turned to face him, the belt slipped down, and she revealed more and more cleavage with ever step. It was only a few steps in the small kitchen, but her robe had opened all the way down the front of her body to show that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Caleb gasped as he fell into his seat, almost missing the chair.

"Sorry we couldn't wake up together, but I had a lot of cleaning up to do this morning," she said with a wink.

After she put the plate down in front of him, she picked up a piece of bacon and fed it to him. She slid her robe off her shoulder with one hand. After he took a bite, she switched hands with the bacon, and took the robe off the rest of the way. He finished chewing and looked at her in amazement with his mouth opened in awe. She thought this was a signal for more bacon, so she slid the bacon into his mouth, and he reflexively took another bite as he looked her up and down. This was a shock, but it definitely eased his fears about his mom being upset.

"I didn't think you guys were ever going to finish. I had to call your dad and send him on another errand. Couldn't have him walking in on all that screaming and squeaky bed springs. I'm thinking we'll move your bedroom into the basement today."

She sat down in his lap side saddle, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Caleb did his best to kiss back in kind, rubbing his hands all around her back, and slid them down to her rear.

"Gosh Caleb, I can't get enough of you."

"Uh, does this mean I still own you?"

"Yes dear, completely, until you don't want me. Is there anything further I can do for you this morning?"

"Well, you could start by buttering and cutting up my pancakes for me."

"Yes dear, gladly." She twisted her torso around to the other side so Caleb was now facing the back of her head. He reached up with one hand and started cradling and massaging her jugs.

"Ooh Caleb. It's hard to concentrate when you do that," she cooed as she continued to work on his plate.

"Mom, isn't this a little weird for you?" he asked. Somehow this felt pretty comfortable to him, maybe since he had always kind of taken his mom for granted. But he was curious about how she was resolving the conflicts.

"What, me making you breakfast, or me sitting on your lap naked?" she teased.

"No, really. I mean we crossed some boundaries last night. Are you OK with this? What are you thinking?"

"Well, I guess it should seem pretty weird, but for me, what we're doing isn't that much of a stretch for how I feel about you. I mean, I've devoted myself to you and your sister. Your happiness means everything to me. And I guess it wasn't that far of a stretch for me to extend that your sexual fulfillment," she explained as she continued to butter and cut up his pancakes.



With his other hand, he reached down and felt her thigh, brushing the inside of her leg up and down, lightly nudging against her opening. He had never really explored a girl down here before, and he was curious.

"You aren't making this any easier," she said, but she opened her legs to give him better access as she poured some maple syrup on the pancakes.

"Really, I thought I was helping," he said cheekily as he cupped her peach. She had a full bush and the hair was a little coarser than her daughter's.

She let out a muffled moan as his fingers explored while she tried to concentrate on the plate. Flustered, she poured more maple syrup on than was needed.

"How about the ownership thing? You seem so meek and mild. You used to control so much, and now you seem at my command, like you've submitted completely," he asked.

She thought for a couple of seconds and stopped cutting. "That is a bit more complex. Let me see if I can explain it to you. Before I met your father, I dated a couple of guys. One guy was so strong and commanding, and I really enjoyed it and I miss it. And now it seems like I am responsible for so much around the house, I sometimes wish I wasn't in control of everything." 

She looked back at him. "Does that help explain things?"

"I guess so, for now," he responded. 

"Would you like me to feed you, my lord?"

"Yes, please."

She speared some eggs, bacon, and a triangle of pancake onto the fork, and slid it around in the syrup sopping it up. "Open up. Here comes the choo-choo."

He opened his mouth and she delivered. During the fork's traversal from plate to mouth, a big drop of syrup landed on her breast. This detail did not go unnoticed by mother or son, and they both got sly grins. As he chewed and swallowed, she leaned back against the wall of the kitchen to give him better access, and he leaned down to lick the syrup off of her. He took the opportunity to suck on her tit. At the same time, he started exploring her sacred entrance with his hand, furrowing his fingers in through her nest and gently feeling his way around, looking for her opening. He positioned his fingers at her moist opening, feeling up and down the groove.

"I'm ready for another bite, please."

She tried to reach the plate from her current position leaning back against the wall, and was only able to spear some pancake, and she lifted it to him. He took his breast side hand and grabbed her arm, and shook it until some syrup landed on her chest. She smiled at him. She was now allowed to bring the pancake to his mouth. As she did, he took the opportunity to try and nudge a finger into her opening. She let out a gasp.

"Caleb, you're too distracting. I can't concentrate when you do that," she said in short breaths.

Caleb thought for a second or two as he let his finger explore her vaginal walls. "Does this feel good, Mommy? Do you want some more"

"Oh yes, Caleb."

"Well, I have an idea, Mom, but I'll need your help."

"MmmmHmmmm, anything you want dear," she mewed.

"Pick up the plate, Mom." She raised her eyebrows, but transferred the plate to her belly.

He pulled his finger out of her snatch and lifted her up with both arms as he stood up, and placed her onto the cold kitchen table. Both of these actions caused her to look at him in shock. He then took the plate of food and slid the pancakes, bacon and eggs onto her chest, and grabbed the syrup and poured more on her.

She was still shocked, but she giggled. He spread her legs, pulled down his shorts, and lined up his cock with her entrance.

"Are you ready for this, Mom?"

"Yes, oh yes. Please. I'm like a drive-in diner. Happy to be of service."

Once he felt his tip nestle up against her moist groove, he leaned over to take a mouthful of pancake off of her body. He slowly inserted his dick, and then rammed into her as he chewed.

"Oh God Caleb!" she shrieked.

The phone started ringing as Caleb started slamming into her, occasionally taking a bit to eat off of her chest.

"Caleb, I should get that," his mother said. She looked nervous.

"Ignore it Mom. You're indisposed."

He slid in and out of her rather aggressively. The table bounced against the kitchen wall as food vibrated along her body from the movement.

"Oh Caleb. Yes honey. That feels so good," she said as the phone continued to ring. 

The phone stopped ringing as the answering machine picked up.

Caleb kept slamming into her with brief pauses to take another mouthful off of her body.

"Hello dear are you there? Can you pick up?" his father's voice sounded.

She got a look of panic, and Caleb just shook his head at her. "Not now Mom. It's OK. I need you."

His dad continued, "Well, it took me forever to find the items on your list. I had to go to a different store. The line here is terribly long. Everybody's shopping this morning. Anyway, I don't think I'll make it home in time for nine o'clock service. Maybe we should plan on the eleven, OK? I guess I'll be home in an hour or so. Love you. "

Caleb got a big grin. I love you father, but I'm sorry. I can't stop myself from fucking your wife.

"Mom, come for me. Come for your son. Come for your master."

"Oh gawawawawawd," she trailed off in a sobbing moan as a deep orgasm shook her, and she convulsed uncontrollably.

Just yesterday she was controlling practically every detail of his life, and today she was completely at his command. The feeling of control overwhelmed him, and he was finally able to release in a torrent. He shot one load in her, and then pulled out, and sprayed her body randomly with his globs of cum.

He collapsed on top of her, exhausted, and the table gave out sending them both crashing to the floor. He looked at his mom in shock. "Are you all right?"

She just busted out laughing uncontrollably.

I guess she must be all right. 

Her laugh was contagious. He joined in. She was just able to talk over her laughter, "I never liked that table anyways. Uff da, how are we going to explain this one to your father?"



Caleb Woke Up Ch. 08



This is the continuing saga of a naive teen who finds a magic necklace, and how he deals with all of the women throwing themselves at him.

There's going to be doing some spoiler warnings here, so feel free to skip down to the next bold section title if want to keep some of the mystery.

Warning: More incest with sister and mother, and some sexual activity during a church service. Everyone is eighteen or older.

This one took a little longer, and I should warn you that I might move to an even slower cadence, like one a month or something. Just wanted to set expectations. I don't have the full story already written like some authors do.

And I'm sorry for flipping around categories. That's really mostly my own doing. I think this story sits on the boundary of a several categories.



 *** The Wind in the Willows *** 

Luckily, neither mother nor son were seriously hurt after breaking the kitchen table during a raucous sexual breakfast buffet. In fact, the twisted pair couldn't stop laughing, and they continued to laugh until they heard footsteps upstairs as doors open and close.

Darcy got a bit of an irritated look on her face. "Bother." She knew their post coital bliss would soon come to an end.

Caleb smile and continued with, "... said Rat, all over egg." 

Her face smoothed as she chuckled. It was a reference to a story she had read to him when he was younger. She was big into reading, and she had always read to him at night before she tucked him. It was her way of encouraging him to read, and at least this much parenting had worked. 

"Where did that come from?" she asked with a broad grin.

"'The Wind in the Willows'? It's a children's book. Maybe you've heard of it?" It hadn't been his favorite book growing up. He preferred stories that took place in outer space where the kid suddenly realized he was the center of the universe or the son of a god, but he always cherished that time with his mom. And for some reason, this breakfast predicament with his sister tromping around upstairs triggered a scene from the book. 

A thought dawned on him. He realized that he hadn't felt this close to her since she stopped reading to him once he reached puberty, and things started getting kind of awkward between them.

She chuckled, "Yeah, I remember it. It seems like lifetime ago."

"I always appreciated the times we spent reading together."

"In your bed," she grinned.

"Yeah, in my bed." 

"You were always such a sweet boy, and so shy, but I remember you trying to cop a few innocent feels while we snuggled in bed together. I could tell that you fancied me."

"Sorry Mom."

"No, it's all right honey. I always understood. I can't imagine what it must have been like growing up with your sister and I in the house and all of those hormones in your blood stream. I think it's normal to be confused about getting excited when you catch a view of female anatomy, especially when it is a close relative."

Caleb couldn't believe he was having this discussion with his mom. The relationship seemed healthier and more open despite the sexual perversions.

"Well, I guess we should get up and do something about this mess." 

"Sure Mom."

They got up, and Darcy got a couple of warm wet wash clothes so they could wipe the pancakes, syrup and goo off of themselves. 

Darcy remembered back the times they used to read in bed, and he would put his head on her shoulder and snuggle with her while she read. Those were such sweet times. 

Then she started thinking about what a fine young man her baby was growing into, and so popular with the ladies. 

"So, uh, I guess that you've entertained a few girls since yesterday. You're getting quite popular. Gretchen, Ming Anderson, your sister, and me, right?"

"You knew about them?"

"Well, I heard you and your sister this morning, and I guessed about Gretchen. Ming sort of spilled the beans yesterday when she told me about the necklace and what kind of help you were needing."

"Wow. And you're OK with all that?"

"Well, yeah. I guess. It seems sort of right, somehow."

"Well, um, you missed one, Mel," he said.

"Mel? Who's he?" Is he bi-sexual? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I thought we were over that one.

"I mean Melissa. I met her yesterday at the storage unit. Remember I mentioned her on the phone?"

A little relieved, she responded, "Ah, Mel. That's right." She giggled when she thought about the strange conversation they had while he was cleaning out the storage unit. Well, that explains that! 

"Come to think of it, it sounded like you two were having fun. We should invite her over for dinner some night. I'd love to meet her."

Darcy knew this wouldn't be the end of his conquests, and why should it be? He is such a wonderful boy. He should get what he wants.

"So, uh, who's next on your list? Is there anyone I can help set you up with?" Several friends and family members ran through her head while she pondered who else she could share this joy with, and who it would help most. She suddenly locked onto someone. 

"Uh, Mom, I don't know about you fixing me up on any dates. That seems kind of weird."

She chuckled at the irony of his remark. What about this isn't a little weird? she wondered. 

"Oh Caleb, don't worry. I won't do anything crazy, but a thought occurred to me. Do you think that Grandma Betsy is cute? She stays in pretty good shape. Sometimes I join her for yoga. She's religious about it. Have you ever had any fantasies about Grandma Betsy?"

"What?!"

"Well, she is still pretty young for a grandma; she isn't even sixty yet. And don't think I haven't noticed you staring at her rack."

"Mooommm!" Caleb protested. This was starting to get pretty embarrassing.

"What? I'm just saying she still seems pretty attractive, and well, I think it would do her some good."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't think she's had much romance with your grandfather lately. They seem to be drifting apart. They're so different from each other. And I wonder if a little spark wouldn't cheer her up a bit." 

 Plus, she can be such a controlling b-i-t-c-h when we're at family gatherings. It wouldn't hurt her to loosen up a little bit, she thought.

Caleb didn't respond. 

"Well, let's drop it for now, but try to keep an open mind about it."

"Uh, well, I'll think about it," he acquiesced, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Good. That's all I ask. Are you still hungry? I could get another plate ready."

Caleb considered it. "I could eat."

"Why don't you go get ready while I make a plate, and let your sister know you're driving her in."

 *** Cleaning Up *** 

He picked up his clothes and bounded upstairs, three steps at a time. He knocked on the bathroom door. "Anna?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to give you a ride into church. Mom and Dad are going to the late service, OK?"

"OK, but could you come in here for a minute?"

I'm all sexed out, but I should see what this is about, and at least make sure she's OK, he thought.

He opened the door to the steamy bathroom and poked his head in.

"You want to join me? I'm having trouble getting all of your stuff off." It wasn't really true, but she still had a burning need for him between her legs.

Remembering the shenanigans from last night's shower with mom, Caleb was reticent. He was feeling pretty sated sexually, but she was asking for help, not sex. And he was still sticky from his full contact breakfast.

He stepped into the bathroom and opened the back of the shower curtain. The vision in front of him made him gasp. His voluptuous older but smaller sister was standing there in all her glory, with the water slicking down her hair, and her body glistening. 

"You can't help me from out there. Come on and get in." Her eyes were closed. She had just started shampooing her hair, and her large breasts were bouncing around as she started lathering up. Caleb was in awe. Her narrow waist, and curvy hips were marvelous. Her body was tight. She had somehow avoided the freshman fifteen in her first year of college. 

Caleb didn't remember dropping his clothes on the floor. All he could think about was her voluptuous body. His poor little peter had been through a lot in the last twenty four hours, but it ignored all biological laws and rose to the challenge before him. Caleb didn't realize that his necklace was making his organ more resilient than any porn star. He had no sample to measure against because he had no experience.

"You wash my back, and I'll wash yours. The soap's in the corner," she said.

He stepped in and reached down to grab the bar of soap, and felt around clumsily. He didn't watch what he was doing because he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He fumbled around and grabbed the soap.

Anna wanted nothing more than to tackle him and rape him where he stood. She was doing her best to hide her feelings. She was still a little embarrassed at how she had come on so strong earlier today, and how she passed out. Now she wanted him to make the first move. She wanted to make sure that this was something he wanted too. But it didn't mean she wouldn't try to present him with opportunities.

"C'mon, we're in a bit of a hurry you know," she said as she turned around presenting him with her back side.



He lathered up his hands and started washing her back, ass, and legs. She was catching most of the stream, but he was getting a little mist and some deflected water. The suds rinsed off his hands, so he grabbed some more soap, and did her belly and inched up to her breasts. 

"Caleb, what are you doing?" she asked playfully.

"Just getting you clean."

"I already washed there."

"I think you missed a spot." He continued to rub her big soft boobs, as his penis pressed into her soft, round, lily white ass.

She started breathing heavily and sort of purred, "You shouldn't start what you can't finish."

Caleb scoffed with a smile, "You're one to talk, passing out before I even get started."

She remembered waking up in Caleb's bed, disoriented, not remembering having passed out. She had orgasms because he had asked her to, no, commanded  her to. 

"Oooh, well, what am I supposed to do when you give me three orgasms so close together? I mean, that was my first time; I don't think it's supposed to be that good." 

She turned around to stroke his cock as she gave him a hungry kiss and melted into him. 

"How did you do that? All you did was ask me to come, and I came," she whispered.

He didn't know how to respond. Was it that simple? Do I have that kind of control?  The implications were a little scary for Caleb.

They heard a knock on the door. "Get a move on Anna. Remember you have a solo today," her mom carped. Anna was shook from her reverie. She reluctantly pushed back on her brother to separate. 

"OK Mom. Just a second." She turned off the water and looked out. The door's open. Did she peak in? Does she know Caleb was in here? Couldn't be, or she would have said something, right?

She looked out, the and grabbed her towel and did her best to cover up. She didn't want to get caught. That was a little too close, she thought. She was giving her brother the look like, Get going. She was frustrated. Even after three orgasms, she needed more, but she knew now wasn't the time so she started plotting their next encounter.

They heard their mother retreat downstairs. Caleb casually stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel from the closet, and dried off. 

"Get out before we get in trouble with Mom," she hissed. 

He really didn't think that would be a problem anymore, but he didn't want to get into it just yet. Her distress was kind of cute. He just chuckled and tossed his cum and syrup soaked clothes down the clothes chute, and slipped out the door in just his towel. He went into his room, put on some Sunday go to meeting clothes and ran his fingers through his short hair. 

He heard the blow dryer going in the bathroom as he headed downstairs for the second time that morning.

 *** Second Breakfast *** 

His mom was at the stove making another batch of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her untying the belt on her robe, and reaching up to cup her breasts. He was curious how she would respond. She just melted back into him, and leaned her head back on his shoulder with her eyes closed. 

She was thinking, How'd I get so lucky?

"How long do we got?" he asked as he gently felt up her breasts and kissed her neck. 

"I don't know, but we should be able to hear the car pull up." She felt his stiff staff push into her. Is he up again? Holy cow! She suddenly felt a little nervous, like she wasn't' sure her middle aged body was going to be able to take too much more of his pleasurable penis punishment. 

"Why don't you sit down, and try to actually eat something this time." 

As he pulled away from her, he grabbed her robe and pulled it off, and dragged it with him to the table and sat down. She was a little surprised at his aggressiveness. 

I guess he must be getting more comfortable with me. He seems less awkward, more self assured. It made her happy.

She nakedly went about preparing a plate. She looked over at him, and hesitated before putting down the plate on the waist high dinette/buffet table. She pulled a Christmas table cloth out of the drawer of the dinette, and she started to open it up. Caleb got up to help and he grabbed one end. Watching her put the tablecloth on the table was doing little to alleviate Caleb's erection. The different angles of bare boobs bouncing and swaying as she reached over the table was tantalizing.

He realized that he loved watching her. He started taking inventory. She was in good shape for a woman in her thirties. She had a little tummy bump, but it was cute. Her legs looked toned, but a little more jiggly than Anna's. And her breasts sagged a bit, but they still looked and felt spectacular. Maybe they were a little smaller than Mel's. The areolas were pink and about the size of a quarter. The nipples were pretty small. 

She set Caleb's plate at the end of the table where Caleb was to sit, and proceeded to pull down his pants with a lusty smile on her face. She then motioned for him to sit down, as she pulled up the side of the table cloth and crawled under the table. The way the table cloth was set, you wouldn't be able to be see her unless you pulled it up and looked. 

"Tell me if you hear him drive up," she directed as she started licking his member. 

"You are wickedly brilliant."

She countered with, "Well, I've always been practical." And she proceeded to lick and kiss his cock. In between pleasuring, she went on about her reasoning. "It's the biggest table cloth we have. It's a Christmas pattern, but your dad would never notice. I'll pick up another one before we have any discerning company."

He tried to focus on eating while his mom sucked on him. It felt so good, he sometimes forgot to chew. 

Just then, his sister came bounding down the stairs in her Sunday go to meeting attire of a knee length skirt, and a button down grey cotton shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail. But she looked sexier than usual. Her shirt was unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage, and she was wearing some make up.

"Hey little brother, how you doing?"

She was startled by a loud bump from under the table, and she raised her eyebrows. She noticed that he was holding onto the table with both hands, and looked a little tense. 

Under the table, Darcy was rubbing her head were she bumped it when her daughter startled her.

"Is someone knocking on the door, or are you just glad to see me?" she chuckled. She didn't actually think he could do that with his dick, but he had been full of surprises lately.

She lifted the table cloth to take a look at his magic erection, but was surprised to be faced with the backside of a naked female who had her head in her brother's lap. 

She gasped, "Oh my goodness! Mother! what are you doing?!" She noticed that her mother seemed to be glistening from between her legs, and her pussy was bare! She never would have guessed that her mother shaved down there, but she had to admit it looked pretty clean and tidy that way.

It took a while for the reality of the situation to sink in for Anna, but her mother didn't skip a beat as she kept right on sucking. Caleb looked down and saw that her cheeks were flushed. She was clearly mortified, but apparently not enough to stop. 

Anna decided she wasn't going to get judgmental or critical. She was going to play it cool. This certainly gave herself more wiggle room when playing with Caleb. So she walked over behind Caleb, and pressed her large breasts into the back of his head, and looked down over him to see their mother toiling away on his shaft. 

Darcy was looking up at her two children feeling shame, but she rationalized it away. I don't know what the big deal is. I am just helping Caleb out with his problem, she complained to herself even as her cheeks were burning. It feels so wrong to be watched in such an intimate moment. She should show some manners and give us some privacy. Even as she thought that, shivers went through her body. She was already turned on, but somehow being watched and humiliated was just a multiplying factor in her excitement.

Caleb was nervous. Is Anna jealous, outraged, or disgusted? What will she do? Am I about to be strangled?

Anna leaned forward and whispered in her brother's ear, "Caleb, did you know that Mom is sucking on your cock?" 

Caleb was relieved. He chuckled at her understated delivery of the obvious, and just nodded his head as he continued to eat, now with a goofy grin on his face. He wasn't be upset or embarrassed. He kind of felt in control to some extent since he had fucked both of these women this morning. 

She continued to whisper, "Wow, she's really into it. It looks like she is deep throating you. Is she really taking your cock all the way in? Is she swallowing that beast?" Anna just couldn't imagine doing that, but now she was inspired to try.

Caleb just nodded again, with a slightly wider goofy grin. He picked up a slice of crispy bacon and offered it to his sister. She took it and sucked it into her mouth, not biting down. Just sucking the salt and flavor on it like a lollipop. On a whim she pushed it back into her throat until she gagged.

She pulled the bacon out and whispered, "She really looks turned on. Do you think she likes it that I'm watching?"

Caleb finally responded verbally, but continued with her hushed tones, "Well, I'm not sure if she likes that or not, but she says she likes being submissive to me, so maybe."

"Wow. She wants you to give her commands?"

"I guess."

"Tell her to touch herself."

"What?"

"Tell her to play with her pussy. Tell her to make herself come," she whispered in his ear.

Caleb wasn't into humiliating his Mom. "Anna, I don't want to make her feel bad," he whispered back.

Darcy could hear the whispering but couldn't make out what was being said. She was sure that her two children were conspiring against her or talking about what a dirty slut she was. It made her feel ashamed, yet her pussy juice continued to run down her legs. 

"Caleb, I think she wants you to. I think she might get off on it. C'mon, let's experiment a little."

Caleb thought for a second. She might have a point. And Mrs. Anderson did say to experiment. I wonder if this is what she meant. 

"Mom, play with yourself."

She was shocked at his request, but it delighted her. She immediately reached her arm down between her legs and started frigging herself. Her wide eyes became lidded and she made muffled sounds and continued to work on his cock. 




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 08



"Mom, make yourself come."

They could see her arm jerking more quickly as she slowed down on his cock. As she started convulsing on her fingers, she pulled off of him to gasp for air.

"That is so hot," Anna whispered.

Hmm. This seems a little unfair. Maybe it's time I made Anna do stuff too.  "Anna, take off your shirt."

"What? You want me to take off my shirt?" she smiled as sh started unbuttoning her shirt, not waiting for a response.

As she was taking it off, he softly commanded, "And your bra." 

"What's gotten into you," she giggled as she reached behind her back. 

"Well, when you were fucking me this morning, you basically said I could have free reign over your tits. I'm just collecting on the bargain. Don't you remember? That was before you passed out." 

"Oh yeah. I guess you literally fucked my brains out. I'm usually not this forgetful."

She slid off her bra, and he hungrily reached out and fondled her. He pulled her around to his side so he could more easily suckle her.

"Kiss me, Anna. " 

She reached down and give him a deep kiss, and they were soon exchanging tongues while he continued to fondle her.

Darcy knew she should probably feel outrage or jealousy, but she just felt contentment to see her two children getting along so well. She wanted to encourage and reward their actions, so she reached up behind Anna and felt around for the zipper of her skirt, and pulled it down, allowing the skirt to loosen up and slip to her ankles. Anna hardly noticed. She assumed it was Caleb. 

Darcy grabbed Anna's pink cotton panties and pulled them down her legs to her ankles, and Anna didn't stop kissing as she stepped out of them and Darcy pulled them away.

Then Darcy said "OK Anna, your turn. Just don't break the table. We need some place to eat dinner."

Caleb and Anna were both a little shocked to hear their Mom ask them to have sex.

"We're going to be late," Caleb protested.

"I think it'll be all right if you're a few minutes late," Darcy said reassuringly as she crawled out from under the dinner table, and guided her daughters leg up so that she could straddle her brother on the chair. 

"But Gretchen..."

"You let me handle that. I'll be your very personal assistant." Still naked, she walked over to the corded phone with the long twisty cord attached to the wall, checked the time on the kitchen clock, grabbed the church directory, and started dialing Gretchen's number. "Now do it. Make each other feel good. Don't make me tell you again," she mocked.

Meanwhile, Anna slowly descended onto her brother's purple mushroom. She reached down to guide it into her tight little snatch. "Ungh. It feels so good little brother. It was so tight before, it was almost a little uncomfortable at first. But now it feels better than that, like you just fit me. But don't make me pass out, again."

"What, you didn't like that?"

"Well, what I could remember was amazing, but I need a little energy left over for singing today."

"I can't promise anything, but I'll try to go easy." 

As Darcy was waiting for Gretchen to answer, she watched her two darlings join together in an ultimate act of love. Last week she would have been disgusted, but somehow her mind had been twisted just enough to fully accept this as a really special thing. She'd never seen anything so erotic in her life. It was so intimate and beautiful. There was a little buzz in her head that something wasn't quite right, but she ignored it. 

Gretchen brightly answered, "Hello, this is Gretchen." 

"Good morning Gretchen, this is Caleb's mom. I'm calling about Caleb's schedule. He still plans to pick you up, but he's running a little late. We wanted to know if you had any pressing engagements this morning."

Well, this is a little awkward. I need her son to pick me up because he gave me a ride home and fucked me senseless last night. I wonder how much she knows.

"Uh, well, no, I can be a little late. In fact, I sometimes go to the eleven o'clock service. There aren't any youth group activities planned for today. Is Caleb all right?"

"Yeah, Caleb is fine, but he's just a little caught up in something at the moment. You want to talk to him?"

"OK, sure."

"Caleb, do you want to talk to your girlfriend?" 

"Uh, Mom, you're joking right?" he huffed as his sister had her arms wrapped around his neck, and her tits bounced between his chest and chin while she rode him.

She smiled and slowly shook her head as she spoke into the phone, "Just a second Gretch. Here he is." And she put the phone up to his ear.

"Hi Gretchen."

"Hi Caleb. Are you all right? You sound funny."

"Yeah, I'm fine Gretchen. Just a little winded. I have been getting a work out this morning."

"I didn't know you worked out."

"Yeah, well, it's kind of a new thing, really."

As Gretchen tuned into what was going on, she began noticing other sounds like some squishing, and some slapping, and some moans. She thought she might have an idea what was going on and she smiled in shock as a hand went to her breast, and she started caressing herself.

"Caleb, is there something you're not telling me?"

"I don't know. Like what Gretch?"

"Well, like, I think you might be having sex! "

Caleb could only groan. His sister was really having an effect on him, and getting caught by Gretchen just added to the excitement.

"Are you having sex with your mother? Cause that would be pretty hot. Sick, but hot."

"Uh, no, not my mother."

"With your sister then?" She knew she had guessed right when he didn't answer. "And is your mother watching you have sex with your sister?"

"Uh, well, it's not like that."

"Really. Is your mother naked?"

"Um"

"Tell me about it Caleb. Tell me everything," she asked, as she cradled the phone in her neck, and snaked a hand over her panties.

Caleb tried to make it seem a little more innocent than it was. "Well, uh, we're here at the dining room table. And my sister is sitting on my lap. And my mom is here holding the phone."

Darcy leaned in and said, "Gretchen, he did me earlier. We broke the kitchen table. He's a tiger, isn't he?"

Caleb groaned again while Gretchen and Anna just laughed in shock. 

Then Anna pitched in, "And he had sex with me this morning. And popped my cherry. And it felt so good. I had three orgasms. But I passed out. I hope he doesn't make me pass out. Againnnnn."

He could hear Gretchen moaning on the phone. "Gretch, re you upset?" He expected her to be.

"Oh no, not upset. It's just so hot. I couldn't help myself. Do you want to know what I'm doing? I'm rubbing myself thinking about you. I'm cradling my phone on my shoulder, and I have one hand under my shirt and bra and I'm pinching my nipples. And my other hand is in my panties and frigging my little pussy. Thinking about you having sex with your mom and sister has got me so hot. I'm, I'm, I'm, gonna ahhh..." 

He heard a clunk as her phone dropped to the floor. 

His mom could hear Gretchen. She reached in and turned Caleb's head and kissed him on the lips. Then she did the same to Anna. Anna was too far gone to even realize who she was kissing. 

Then his mother said something that threw him for a loop.

"Caleb, can you imagine having Mrs. Anderson, Gretchen, Anna, Mel, and I all lined up here, naked, and bent over the back of the couch in the living room? You could go right down the line and make each of us pass out with that magic cock of yours.."

This was too much for Caleb. 

"I'm cumming Anna. I'm cumming," he grunted.

She looked at him through heavily lidded eyes. "Yes Caleb. Yes. I want it in me."

And his hot jism spurted into her, splashing against her inner walls. She could feel the warm liquid bounce against her womb. 

His orgasm amplified through the necklace and took both women by storm. 

Anna collapsed as she involuntarily bucked on his stiff rod. 

Darcy slowly slumped to the floor as her legs gave out, while holding onto the back of the chair. 

They just sat there for a few minutes recovering. Darcy was the first to speak. 

"Now, Anna, I want you to go change. I don't think that's really appropriate for one of Caleb's girlfriends. Why don't you go put on a light dress, and don't wear a bra. You can bring one in your purse, but I want you braless in the truck in case Caleb wants to lord over your tits some more." 

"Yes, Mom. Just a second," she responded eagerly. And she got up and waddled upstairs with a hand between her legs to freshen up and change clothes.

Caleb added, "And Mom, maybe you should clean up. Dad should be home soon."

"Yes Caleb." She really liked his commanding tone.

"And no panties at church today."

She was shocked, but it gave her a thrill. She didn't balk. 

"Yes Caleb." 

It was a very agreeable family.

 *** And Then There Were Ninjas ***

Anna came down in a light blue, knee length, summer dress. It had a wide neckline that could be pulled over her shoulders. She normally wore it with a cardigan, and she brought one along, as well as a bra in her purse. She and Caleb got into the truck, and she slid in next to him, not bothering to buckle and grabbed his leg affectionately. She put her head on his shoulder. They pulled out and started down the street towards church. She reached for his right arm and pulled it around her shoulder and onto her breast.

"Today has been so magical. I can hardly believe it." Anna sounded blissful and happy.

Caleb looked over at her sister and saw her contentedly beaming in the afterglow of their mornings sexual escapades. He started caressing and cupping her right breast possessively.

"Mmmm, that feels nice. I love the way I feel when we're together," she purred. She rubbed her left hand on his right leg, brushing against his member. 

She started thinking about when they could be together again. Maybe tonight? Tomorrow I don't have a class until 2, but Caleb's got school. What's he going to do at school? Maybe I need to set him up with some escorts.

It made her happy to think about setting him up with her friends. Gretchen was nice, but Anna thought her brother was a little too young to settle down. And maybe he should try someone more age appropriate. 

"I think I'm gonna' call Rosie Alba and Jill Chester. They could take such good care of you tomorrow at school."

Rosie Alba was one of the co-captains of the dance squad and did a lot of the choreography. She was a tall Latina beauty with long legs, and fit. 

Jill Chester was the captain of the football cheer leading squad. She had long bright red hair and freckles. She was a little on the short side, and didn't have much of a chest to speak of, but she was a little spark plug of energy. 

Caleb knew who they were, but always avoided them because they turned him into a clumsy zombie fool. They made him stiffen up in more ways than one, and awkwardly bump into things. Making his mouth and tongue work together to produce words was out of the question. 

They weren't mean, and in fact they extended some courtesies because he was related to his sister who was a bit of legend around school. But they were so beautiful and popular, it petrified him.

After recent events, you might think Caleb's confidence would have been boosted a bit, but he immediately tensed up and gave Anna's hooter a tighter grope in reaction to her suggestion.

Anna squeaked. "Yipes! Caleb, that's quite a grip you have there."

"Uh, sorry." He relaxed his hand, but his brain was already slowing down as he considered having to interact with those two goddesses.

"Caleb, what's wrong?"

"Well, I know you mean well, but I'm a bit nervous about having to talk to Rosie and Jill," he admitted.

"After all of the pussy you've been getting, you're still shy? Geez Louise, you'll be fine. I got a feeling that tomorrow they're going to be the ones falling all over themselves."

"I don't know."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure things go well."

"Well do they have boyfriends?"

"Last I checked, no, at least nothing serious. I'll find out tonight. Don't worry. I won't let the big bad girls hurt you."

And she grabbed his hand and pulled her dress down a bit so she could reach his hand in and get skin to skin contact. 

"How's that? Does that make you feel a little better?"

He just looked over and smiled a sheepish grin. Really, it was like a baby's pacifier.

"Are we picking up Gretchen on the way?" Anna asked.

"No, I'm going to drop you off and head over to pick her up. She just needs to go in for coffee hour and make some time with the kids and maybe some adults." Youth directors sometimes need to put in an appearance or two.

"All right. So, um, have I told you how much I love my brother, lately?" She started whispering in his ear and giving him gentle kisses on his cheek and ear.

"Um, don't think so."

"Well, I love him a whole lot. Always have. But today, this has been amazing. You've opened up my eyes to a bunch of things where I've been pretty small minded. I just want to thank you for that."

"Glad I could help. Uh, we're getting kinda close to church. Maybe we should get presentable?"

"You don't like my presentation? I'm hurt," she teased with a mock pout.

"No, it's not that. It's just..."

"Don't worry bro. Just joking," she said as she reluctantly started disentangling herself. They pulled up at a red light just before the church, and she turned his head and gave him a soft kiss. "I guess this is a see ya later kiss."

The light turned green and they pulled forward and turned into the church lot. It looked like services had started. 

"I better get a move on. Judith is going to be a little miffed that I'm late." She couldn't help herself, and gave Caleb another kiss before scooting out of the truck and scurrying into church.

Caleb watched her run in with a big dopey grin. Ah, heaven. Things have been going a little too good, but at this point, I think you could kill me now and I'd die a happy man. Little did he know. 

He let out a big sigh as he pulled out of the parking lot, and made his way up to Gretchen's house.

Just then, a black garbed man dropped out of a low hanging branch overhead and punched the windshield with his steel reinforced fist, and shattered the windshield. It held in place, but looked white like ice crystals around where his hand punched a few small holes. 

Caleb slammed on the brakes, and the Ninja effortlessly did a back flip, landing ten feet in front of the truck.

Two more Ninja's dropped down on either side of the stopped truck, and opened the doors. Caleb didn't understand what was happening and just watched in awe and terror. The one closest to him reached up with a small blade in an apparent effort to slit his throat. 

His life flashed before his eyes. It was an extremely short reel. The highlights were mostly just a review of the last twenty four hours since he found the necklace. Even though he was terrified, it made him feel a little sad realizing how little he had actually lived. But ironically, he remembered how he had just thought he could die a happy man. He turned himself over to it, and prepared to die.

But just then, as the Ninja was about to slit his throat, a blinding flash came from the sky and all three Ninja's were instantly turned to dust. Their weapons clattered to the ground. The knife at his throat fell into his lap. 

And then silence.

Caleb was petrified with fear, but he mumbled, "What the heck? Am I dead?"

"No, not dead, human." That's when he noticed her standing outside the truck , a gorgeous woman in a white toga. He was stupefied by her beauty. The blindingly white toga was trimmed with gold satin at the lower hem and there was a purple velvet belt. Although the garb was flowing, it did little to hide her voluptuous form. Her hair was like golden silk, and it was done up on her head in some sort of bee hive sort of thing.

"Hello Caleb. We've been watching you, and we've been quite impressed with your resistance."

Caleb assumed it was an angel of some sort. That was pretty much the only frame of reference he had, but hey, it was a good a guess as any. Maybe the wings were hidden, or she was working for her wings, like on "It's a Wonderful Life?" he thought.

"Er, uh, you've been watching what I'm doing, and you're not mad?"

"Well, you've been a little bad, or should I say, 'naughty'." She lifted one eye brow and smiled a little broader when she said naughty. 

"And yes, your sexual activities would be classified as quite perverted by most. Yet you haven't been cruel and the acts seem to result in mutual satisfaction, even leaning towards your partners satisfaction first. 

"Many before you have donned the necklace and used it for reckless evil and domination. Your naivete and pure heart have resulted in a much more subdued approach, even entertaining. For now you have some powerful protection."

"But what about the ten commandments?"

"That isn't my problem."

"Wait, aren't you supposed to be an instrument of the Lord?"

She chuckled and looked at the young innocent. "Well, to some extent yes, but probably not like you're thinking. I'm not here to judge. I'm just here to observe and, well, protect." Yeah, that's right. That's the ticket.

"But incest and adultery and all that."

"Well, let's just say you should consider yourself an exception. The rules don't quite apply here. You know we don't normally step in and protect like this. The waves of slime filth that kill and claw their way to the top of the dog pile at the total disregard of all others don't deserve to live. Their lives are typically very short."

That stopped Caleb's questions. 

"But don't worry. We like you, and will keep an eye on you. 

"Live your life how you like, but I've got one piece of advice; It might help if you bring the book to the pastor's wife."

"You mean Mrs. Anderson? What book?"

"And don't take off the necklace. It offers you certain protections."

"What protections?"

"Enough, I've said too much already. It was a pleasure to meet you, Caleb. I hope we meet again under better circumstances," she said coquettishly with a quick wink.

That gave him pause. He was pretty dense about women, but even he caught an undertone. 

"Wait, who are you, what are you?"

"You can call me Lil, but really, that's all I can say for now. " She waved her hand, and with another blinding flash, she was gone.

"Whoa. " He was shaking. He checked to see if he had wet himself. He took a deep breath. In his lap was a crude looking knife. He delicately picked it up and threw it on the floor of the truck . He looked up, and his front window was smashed pretty bad, but he was still able to see somewhat. He looked out into the road, and the remnants of the three ninjas had disappeared. 

He didn't know what else to do, so he put the truck in drive and continued towards Gretchen's apartment.

Life is short. I really could die tomorrow. Guess I need to make the most of life while I can.

And the book, what book are we talking about here? The good book? Maybe it is a book from the library. Or it could be one of the books from the storage unit. And at that point, it clicked, and he was pretty sure he knew which book to bring, but he thought he would bring the whole lot.



 *** Carpe Diem, Baby ***

Caleb finally pulled up in front of Gretchen's apartment, made his way up to her door on shaky legs, and knocked on the door.

"C'mon in, Caleb. It's unlocked. I'll be out in a second," she called.

Walking in, the first thing he noticed was that the apartment that was messy last night was now spotless and organized.

"Make yourself at home. There's some coffee if you like."

He made a determined bee line for the bedroom, and pushed the door open. His heart stopped in his chest and he immediately started drooling. 




Caleb Woke Up Ch. 08



Gretchen was wearing a slinky black dress one might wear out on the town. It was form fitting and looked really hot. It came down to about mid-thigh. Definitely not the typical apparel for church. 

Caleb realized she had been blunting her hotness in order to fit in at church. Sure he'd seen her naked, and she was gorgeous, but something about her dressing up for him in this sexy little number took his breath away.

"Oh good, I could use your opinion..."

But she was interrupted as Caleb grabbed her in an urgent embrace, and he planting a whopping kiss on her. She was shocked at first; her eyes went wide with a bit of a grin. She got lost in the kiss, and melted into him.

He reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her glorious butt cheeks. As he felt her flesh, he noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Any other time, he might have been surprised and stopped to ask what the deal was, but today he was on a mission. He reached behind her to cup her sex from behind, and found her already moist. He stuffed a couple of fingers in and slowly moved them around.

"What got into ..."

"Sex now. Talk later," Caleb interrupted. He didn't have time for small talk.

She was really hoping for a romp before church, but she assumed that she would need to seduce the shy boy again. His animalistic force surprised and excited her. It felt good to be wanted like this, so completely, by someone she loved. 

He pushed her back onto the bed and crawled between her legs and started licking her thighs. 

"God Caleb. God. Oh. So your mom and sister aren't enough for you. You need to wear out all your little concubines, eh?"

He enjoyed her sex talk, but right now he just wanted her to squirm in ecstasy. He found the little nub he heard about, and started licking around and up and down. He didn't really know what to do, but he didn't care. He got creative. He licked the clit sideways slowly, and then several up and down more quickly. As he was licking her, he realized that her hair patch was gone, and she was shaved clean. Was she anticipating this?

His ministrations had her squirming, all right. He wasn't planning on building up to a slow orgasm. He was a man on a mission. He wanted to see how fast he could get her to come with his tongue. He alternated between sideways and up and down strokes with his tongue. 

"Oh, oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah, ah, ah, Orngph." Her hips started bucking and he slid his tongue into her as far it would reach and stirred things up as best he could. 

She finally settled down and grabbed him by the ears to pull him up for some fucking, but he wasn't done. He latched onto her legs and kept going. He wanted her in utter ecstasy so he went back to work on her pussy. She kept trying to pull him up but he wouldn't budge. Finally, she gave in, and started her heavy sighs and moans as her clit got worked over. He pulled her pussy opening wide with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Then he pinned the top of her clitoris with the index finger of his right hand. Then he zeroed in on the pinned clit, teasing it, working his way around it and brushing across it. Then he went back to slow strokes up and down mixed up with fast strokes of his tongue side to side. 

Then he inserted a couple of fingers from hsi left hnad inside her velvet glove. He felt a bumpy surface on the upper ridge, and he rubbed around on there. She seemed to like it. 

All this movement required some coordination. It was a little like patting your head and rubbing your belly, but he was determined and kept at it the best he could. Licking in alternating directions, pinned clit, and working the fingers. He got lost a couple of times, but she didn't seem to be complaining.

Soon she was bucking again, harder than before, and grabbing his head with her legs, as she let out a long ethereal moan as her vagina contracted around his fingers. He kept rubbing his fingers inside her pussy as she orgasmed, and she squirted him on the face. He didn't care, he lapped up what he could and kept thrusting with his fingers.

Then he stood up and took off his pants, and took his erect member and sidled up to her and plunged into her wet void. She didn't know it was coming. She was still recovering from the last orgasm. 

He needed to cum, and he wasn't planning on taking his time. He watched her writhe as she wrapped her legs around him and clawed at his back. He was a rutting animal. It didn't take him long as he took long pounding strokes in and out of her pussy, and he squirted inside her. And the intense orgasmic wave washed over her, causing her to contract again and again as he continued to pound through his orgasm.

Then he collapsed on her and gave her a sloppy kiss which she returned hungrily even though she was exhausted. She was huffing, he was puffing. 

It felt good to Caleb to take her this way, his childhood idol. She exemplified sexy sweetness. And he was going to live his life with gusto like she preached. Because, he could be dead tomorrow.

He pulled out, and said, "Get ready sweet cheeks. I need to drive you into church."

"Or we could stay here and do that all day," she said dreamily with her eyes closed. He reached out to her and grabbed her arm and gently but firmly pulled her up, and she locked onto him for another kiss before she padded into the bathroom to clean up. 

Caleb just zipped up. He didn't care. It felt good to be walking around with her juices on his penis. Maybe he should try and get some juice of his face. He walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and threw some water on his face, drying it on a dish towel.

She came out and pulled on some sexy red panties while he watched, and she pulled her dress down further than it had been before, so it reached down to just above her knees. He realized that she had been enticing him before. It was all for effect. She must have wanted sex before church.

"God, Caleb, what brought that on. You were an animal. That was amazing."

"Oh, well, I guess we can blame it on the ninjas."

She chuckled because she assumed he was just being ridiculous. She pulled on a shirt to wrap around her dress and belted it, so it looked a little more presentable for church, but she put on some one inch heels which she knew some of the women would find absolutely scandalous. Have to give them something to talk about, she thought.

They made their way out to the car, and that's when Gretchen noticed the windshield. "My God, what happened?!"

"Like I said, ninjas. There were three of them. One dropped on the hood and smashed the windshield pretty good. But I can still sort of see, and it isn't that far to church."

She stopped to look over and stare at him as he nonchalantly walked up to the passenger door and motioned for her to come and sit. 

"Be careful of your step. There's a ninja knife on the floor."

She finally started walking the rest of the way to the car, open mouthed in disbelief. She stopped her to give her a reassuring hug. "It's going to be all right Gretch. I'm being protected by angels, real angels. I saw one."

She held on for a while, almost breaking down, but she felt warmth and calm wash over her, adn she felt reassured. She let go and got into the car. 

And as they drove, he nonchalantly told her about the ninjas, the bright light, and the sexy angel that stepped in and saved him.

She was agog, she had so many questions. "So you think the book might be one of the books you found at the storage locker?"

"Yeah, I hope so. Otherwise I don't know. But I'll bring all of them and see what Mrs. Anderson says."

"You can't keep driving this car. You need to call and get them to come and replace the windshield. I know a guy a dated briefly, and he might come out on a Sunday." She pulled out her cell and called her friend as they were pulling into the lot. He could use the work, so he said he'd be down and do it in about an hour. He would handle the insurance guys.

"It pays to know people," she said.

"Yes, yes it does," he responded. He was thinking about the angel, and her friends, wondering what they thought about his latest sexcapade. 



 *** Go Big Caleb *** 

When they went in, church was already in service. They didn't want to make a big scene, so they snuck up to the balcony. There was no one there. 

They got there just in time to catch Anna's solo. She was singing some spiritual, and the choir director had them moving between whisper and bellowing. It was kind of entertaining to watch, because the choir was totally white bread. But Anna's solo was beautiful as always. She found Caleb and Gretchen in the balcony while she was singing, and smiled and winked. 

Then the congregation sang a hymn, and all of the Sunday school children filed out. No children's sermon today.

As they were singing, Caleb noticed someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and was surprised to see it was Mel. He looked back and motioned for her to come around and join him. She was wearing a slinky red dress which sort of matched Gretchen's slinky black one, but she wasn't covering it up. 

Caleb looked over and realized that Melissa was looking really good. Then he looked at her face, and she looked sexy, but her expression seemed a little off, like a little desperate. His heart sank. He'd seen that expression a few times recently, and he thought he might know what's coming.

She came up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"I called your mom, and she told me where you were. She invited me over dinner tonight. I hope you don't mind." 

She had gotten his phone number and address from the bill of sale at the storage unit. She felt a little sneaky, but she really, really needed to see him. 

"No, it's fine," he whispered back to her. "This is Gretchen, uh, my youth director." 

Gretchen reached over and shook her hand and smiled a knowing smile. She recognized the look and she knew what she was needing. She leaned over and whispered into Caleb's ear, "She seems nice. She needs to fuck you."

He already knew what she was wanting. "I know."

Everyone sat down as the pastor started to give his sermon. 

Gretchen leaned over and said, "I know this look. She's looks desperate. I'm sorry, but you have to fuck this sexy little minx."

Caleb looked incredulously at Gretchen, and then back at Mel as they sat in the uncomfortable wooden pew.

"After I swallowed your sperm, I had this yearning to have sex with you, to have you shoot your seed in me. I don't think I can describe it. After you had sex with me, I felt a lot better. And I mean, a lot better."

She looked over at poor Mel. It wasn't cold, but she was shivering. Gretchen realized Caleb was going to need some encouragement.

"Doesn't she look sexy Caleb? She dressed that way just for you, ya know. She dressed in her slut uniform. That's her "fuck me" dress, and her "fuck me" pumps. And I bet she's not wearing any underwear.

Caleb didn't need to be told how sexy she looked. He could sense that she wanted it.

"And look at how her breasts are excited. Her cute little nipples are sticking way out. And don't those jugs look out of place on that little body?

"I bet her cunny is all wet and dripping. I bet she's leaving a wet spot right here on the church pew. What do you think about that?"

Caleb was a little freaked out, and a little turned on. He didn't want to think he was responsible for any girl's discomfort. 

"Put your arm around her Caleb. Let her know you care about her. She needs your touch."

Mel grabbed his hand as she looked in his eyes, and wrapped it around her shoulder, and pulled it open palm onto her breast. Caleb tried to slouch down so it would be out of the view of the pastor from the pulpit. Mel responded by pulling her dress down so that both tits were completely visible.

Mel was rewarded to see his pants steadily rising. She grabbed one leg and Gretchen grabbed the other, and started rubbing his leg at first softly, and then aggressively, running their nails across his khaki slacks. 

Oh boy, this can't be good, Caleb thought. He dreaded where this was going. Not in the house of the Lord! he protested inwardly, but his defenses were dropping rapidly. He was weak.

*** 

Mel had been going crazy since yesterday's encounter at the storage locker and things were getting progressively. She had a hunger, a need for Caleb's cock. He had made her friend strip and take photos to send to Caleb to entice him, but he had been busy. Then she had tried to call, but the phone wasn't answering. The battery had died, and Caleb still hadn't realized it. 

Though she wasn't scheduled to work, she had gone into the office early to get his home phone, and called. His mom was really nice and helpful. 

Mel didn't have anything appropriate for church, and had never been before. But she wasn't here to worship, except at Caleb's phallus, so she tried to dress as enticing as she could with the dressiest clothes she had.

At first, when Mel got there, she stood in the back and looked over the pews looking for Caleb but couldn't find him on the first floor. The ushers who usually hung out in the back got quite an eyeful of the little vixen. They were used to such wanton displays of lusty dress.

Mel noticed the stairs to the balcony, and was happy to find him, but she was disheartened to see Caleb sitting with a gorgeous platinum blonde. But it felt wonderful just to sit with him. And as she sat there, she soon realized that this girl, Gretchen, was trying to talk him into sex with her. It was really confusing, but she took a strong liking to Gretchen. 

Mel had been in the occasional threesome before, and she had experimented with other women. She didn't really consider herself bi, but she was pretty open to things that felt good to her.

She knew how to play follow the leader. 

***

Pastor Anderson droned on about works and deeds and indulgences, and about the true meaning about being a Christian. He was a pretty decent speaker, but Caleb wasn't really paying attention, and neither were Gretchen or Mel. 

Meanwhile, Gretchen continued to whisper into his ear. "The poor girl is in terrible need, Caleb. She looks like she is going to pass out from desire. Isn't there anything you can do?"

Gretchen was the first to reach for Caleb's zipper. He latched onto her hand and wasn't budging. But she simply grabbed the zipper with her other hand, which he latched onto with his other hand, after pulling his hand from Mel's shoulder. But now both of his hands were in use, and Mel reached in and quickly but quietly pulled his zipper down.

Then Gretchen pulled his two hands onto the sexy legs of his concubines. First Gretchen on his right, and Mel on his left. He reluctantly felt their legs, so soft and smooth. Gretchen pulled his hand up and down her leg, and her dress rode up higher as she did so. It felt good to Caleb, and Mel fished out his half hard cock, and she toyed and played with it as it grew fully erect.

Gretchen and Mel looked at each other smiled each wondering who would get the honors. Gretchen graciously nodded at her, and Mel leaned over and gave him a kiss on the tip of his pecker. 

***

Pastor Anderson really didn't know what was going on in the balcony. He was momentarily distracted by this vixen in the balcony in the slutty red dress, and he tried to block it out of his head, but he stumbled in his sermon. It broke his concentration as he was speaking, and he looked away. When he looked back a few minutes later, he noticed the balcony looked empty. 

***

As Pastor Anderson finished his sermon, Caleb was luxuriating in a marvelous act of fellatio by the busty pixie from the storage locker, Mel. As the organ started blaring so loud you could hardly hear the congregation singing, Gretchen leaned over and said, "It's a sign." She held up the church program, and they hymn was "Oh, Come All Ye Faithful".

Caleb thought, OK, OK, I might die tomorrow. Live for today. Let's just do this. He was hoping the noise of the organ would drown of the sounds of their sex, and he had a thought. 

"Gretchen, give me your panties," he whispered. 

She shimmied out of them, and gave them Caleb wondering what was up. 

He pulled Mel's head up and pushed her back onto the hard church pew. He balled up the panties and shoved them into her mouth. That should muffle her some. He noticed that the panties were really wet.



He didn't spend any time on foreplay. He figured she was ready. He pulled her dress up to her pussy, and stuck his fingers in. Yep, she feels wet enough. It's like a furnace in there.

He crawled up between her legs. One leg was sticking lewdly up the back of the church pew. If someone stood up at the pulpit, they might able to see it move around. 

"Oh come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant. Oh, come all ye citizens of Bethlehem."

***

The song was a little out of order for the church calendar. They normally saved it for the advent / Christmas season, but the organist in charge of the music just liked the song. She would catch some heck from the song committee, but hey, you have to live a little every once in a while. She sure wasn't going to play any of that new age crap

***

Caleb was driving into Mel, and she was loving it. The initial entry had set her body on fire. Everything felt ten times better. Her muffled moans were barely audible over the music, but only because Caleb was so close. 

Gretchen was fingering herself and rubbing her breast through her dress as she watched this lewd and lascivious act. She was going to cum soon. She wished she had some panties balled up and stuffed in her mouth too. She knew she sometimes got a little loud.

Caleb didn't bother trying to hold out. He knew he was on the clock. This was new pussy, and it felt different from the others but still wonderful. Mel had a way of clenching something inside her so it felt like she was squeezing him. She was doing everything in her power to get him off in her. 

"Oh, come let us adore him. Oh come let us adore him. Oh come let us adore him."

And Caleb spasmed inside her sweet, tight, nineteen year old pussy. 

***

The ushers were passing the offering plates during the song. One of the ushers went up to the balcony to see if anyone was there. He saw the threesome having sex in the church pews. He couldn't believe it. Some of the ushers would have been offended and would have made a big scene to shame the heathen, but he was one of the perverted types. He knew that this would make a good story someday, sitting around at the golf club eating beer nuts, and sipping on a cold brew.

***

As Caleb's orgasmic wave was felt by the women sitting in the congregation, the female organist stopped playing, and all of the women flushed and let out a collective gasp. Some screamed, Gretchen was one of them. She screamed the loudest.

Everyone looked around. The men were confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. The women were confused, but happily so. 

A different song started playing on the organ, and the Assistant Pastor Jensen stood up and left the sanctuary for a bit. The song on the organ was a song you might hear the band play at a school football game. Everyone looked around at each other incredulously. Maybe you heard of it. It was "The Hey Song". You could probably find it on you tube.

Pastor Jensen returned wearing some bongos, and playing out the drum beat for the song. He was really getting into it, and it sounded pretty decent. 

Then, a couple of the more voluptuous women in the crowd stood up and started unfastening the buttons on their shirts to the loud drum beats. They had coquettish grins on their faces as they did so. And then more women stood up an joined in. They ranged in age from say 18 to 42. They were all in relatively good shape. Not everyone had ample bosoms. Some were smaller or even flat.