A Penny For Your Thoughts

A Penny for Your Thoughts

Part 1

JeanLuc

�� Goooooooood morning Dublin! This is Saucy Steve in the morning, at 101.3, Dublin�s exclusive modern radio station. It�s a hell of a day out the-

�� �Shut up.� Owen Kelly grumbled as he smacked his alarm clock. The numbers 7:15 blinked on and off, urging him to rise and shine. Owen hated Mondays, even more than he hated Sundays. Sundays were shite because you knew you had school the next day, and Monday was the realization it was a whole week before the weekend came again. But what made Monday�s all the more worse, was the fact that every Monday he met Lara Given at the bus stop. Now normally meeting a beautiful, smart, and incredibly friendly girl at the bus stop would be inviting, but not for Owen. As of late Owen had given up trying to get girls to like him, it only frustrated and confused him these days. He was by no means ugly or dull, on the contrary. Owen was about 5�8�, lean, and had a generally handsome face. He played football (or �soccer�), was intelligent, and played guitar in a band. Owen was simply a likeable guy. Despite all these becoming characteristics, Owen could simply not get a girlfriend. The last girlfriend he had had was when he was in seventh grade, and by no means was it a serious relationship. He was twelve for God�s sake! But Owen was now a high school senior, with raging hormones, and was finding it near impossible to find the right person. Every where he turned he saw couples hugging and kissing, and it made him resentful. Each and every girl he had like the past two years had already had a boyfriend, whom he never knew about. Now you know why meeting Lara at the bus stop was not the pleasant experience it should be for Owen. It symbolized the sheer frustration and enmity he had experienced in the field of relationships. Now that that has become apparent, let us press on.

�� Owen get out of bed! Your breakfast is gonna� get cold!� Owen heard his mother scream from the kitchen.

�� He rose drowsily from his bed and tried to get rid of his morning wood. He had been dreaming he was in a room full of beautiful and INCREDIBLY busty women, bowing to his every whim. The beautiful illusion had been rudely shattered by Saucy Steve, stupid prat. Owen could recall one particularly busty dream girl had let him grease up her more than ample bosom, and proceed to ram his rod back and forth through her cavernous cleavage. All alliteration aside, Owen loved big breasts. And when I say big, I think you all know what I mean. Owen was essentially a tit man (and what BE protagonist isn�t?). After he finally managed to subdue his boner, he got dressed and groggily went downstairs for breakfast.

�� Hey mam, what�s for breakfast?� asked Owen.

�� Food, now eat up or you�ll miss the bus!� his mother responded. Owen�s mother was very good looking for a 44 year old woman. She was average height, but she was still thin and fit, with tight wrinkle free skin. She had shoulder length blond hair, and electric blue eyes. And although Owen was most definitely NOT attracted to his mother, he had to admit she had a perk tight ass, and a hefty chest. She claimed the latter was hereditary, that all women in her family had big breasts. Owen didn�t really care, he loved his mother, in a strictly mother-son way. His mother placed his plate in front of him, which contained sausage, eggs, and toast, accompanied by a tall glass of orange juice. He had to hand it to his mother, she was an awfully good cook, and knew how to make her son smile. Owen and his mother had lived alone; his father had left them before he was born. But his mother took it all in stride, and what a job she had done. He couldn�t have asked for a better mother.

�� Thanks mam, looks lovely.� Owen said appreciatively.

�� So me son, what�s in store for today? Any exams you have neglected to tell me about?� she asked him, a smile playing across her lips.

�� None that I can recall.� He answered.

�� That�s what troubles me.� She chuckled. �How are the girls treating you these days?� She asked, aware of her son�s problem.

�� What girls?� he said sarcastically.

�� Oh honey don�t fret, the right one will come along someday, you just have to be patient.� She said consolingly.

�� Owen shrugged. Typical mom answer, he thought. He did appreciate his mother�s kindness though. Owen finished up his breakfast, and gathered his backpack and textbooks. He kissed his mother on the top of the head and went out the front door.

�� His mother sat there feeling sorry for her son. He was a good young man, and it too perplexed her why he had not found love. She assured herself it would all come in time, and if not, she could always pass on the family treasure. She figured he was about ready to handle it, he was seventeen after all. With her mind made up, she headed upstairs and pulled an old dusty dresser out from under the bed. She rummaged inside for a moment then pulled out a small box. She lifted the lid and inspected the immaculate and shiny penny nestled on its bed of velvet. Ms. Kelly gave a little smirk and closed the lid on the tiny circular piece of copper.

�� Owen walked glumly to the bus stop, and even from where he stood he could see Lara was already there. This did not cheer him up to say the least. As he approached the bus stop, he could see she was reading over some homework, probably from the previous night. Not wanting to disturb her, Owen sat at the far end of the bench, without even a glance at Lara. In truth, she was the girl of his dreams, stunningly beautiful with her dark brown wavy hair, shockingly green eyes, and a slender body. Not only was she sexy, she had the highest marks in the twelfth grade, and was neither stuck up nor prissy. She loved football (soccer), and was extremely kind and caring. She was the complete package. The only thing that Owen could possibly complain about was the fact that Lara only had B cup breasts (you knew it was coming). And even though Owen had had a secret crush on her for a while know, he had little inclination to act on it. With his recent experiences with the ladies, his confidence was near depleted.

�� Hey Owen, how are you today?� chimed Lara all of a sudden.

�� Fine, yourself?� Owen responded emotionlessly. Lara talked to him regularly on Monday mornings, but he felt it was just her being nice.

�� Oh I�m good I guess. I studied all weekend for that chemistry exam. That wasn�t fun to say the least! How about you, what did you do this weekend?� she asked.

�� Owen recalled his rather uneventful weekend. He had a band practice on Friday night, and basically spent the remainder of the weekend thinking about studying for the same chemistry exam as Lara, but never got around to it. He found it hard to concentrate on chemistry these days anyway, because every time the subject was brought up, he thought about Lara. It was the only class they shared, and Owen frequently found himself fantasizing about her in and out of class. He tried to keep her out of his head but found it near impossible; she was just so damn gorgeous!

�� Um, I had band practice on Friday, and I basically sat at home after that. You�re not the only one who didn�t have fun.� He answered.

�� Well that�s good to know.� She chuckled. �Do you mind if I ask you a question Owen?� she mused.

�� Uh, sure, go ahead.� He answered, quizzically.

�� I know it�s kind of� personal but�how come you don�t have a girlfriend? I mean, you�re handsome and funny and�I�m sorry I�m being stupid.� She trailed off, blushing.

�� Owen couldn�t believe what he was hearing! First of all, did EVERYONE notice how single he was? And even more peculiar, could Lara possibly be interested in him? Of course not, she was just curious he told himself. But she had called him handsome, and funny!

�� No no, you�re not being stupid.� He answered, still confused by the suddenness of the question. �To tell you the truth I don�t know why either. It seems every girl I have been interested in is either not interested in me, or is already taken.� Owen found himself staring into her incredibly green eyes, and she stared into his.

�� Well that just isn�t right. A girl would be lucky to have you. I-I know how you feel though. All the guys I�ve been with were all suck-up, self absorbed, assholes! She said getting slightly flushed.

�� Owen stared at her, still unable to grasp her beauty. If only her tits were bigger, she would be absolutely perfect! Owen felt himself getting slightly hard and tried to think of the unsexiest things to make it die down. He most definitely did NOT want her to see him getting a woody at the bus stop. Not that she would really notice. You see, although Owen was rather fit, he lacked certain �mass� down where it counts. He�d had a small wiener all his life, barely 5 inches when erect. Yet another reason why he was so nonplussed around girls lately. But Lara Given was different. She was stunning, and kind and it made him want her all the more.

�� Well I�m sure someone will come along for you. I mean, you�re beautiful, and really nice, and�now I sound stupid.� Owen said sheepishly.

�� You�re right, I�m sure someone will. And you don�t sound stupid at all.� Lara said, winking at him mischievously and grinning.

�� Owen didn�t know what to say next. He was almost certain he knew what she meant. Could this be it, he thought. The girl of his dreams, was into him? As he was pondering this fact, the bus lurched to a stop in front of them.

�� Common,� she said holding out her hand, �we can talk some more on the way to school.�

�� O-okay.� Owen said, and grabbed her outstretched hand. The two boarded the bus and talked all the way to school.

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�� Owen spent all day thinking about Lara. They had been so into their conversation on the bus, that they nearly missed their stop. Now as he sat in his chemistry class, writing an exam on hydrocarbon derivatives, he simply could not focus. He kept stealing glances across the room at Lara, rather than working on a problem about benzene. My God was she beautiful! He knew he had to take a chance; he was going to ask her out after class.

�� He stumbled through the rest of the exam, not really caring too much about it. As the class piled out of the room, Owen approached Lara.

�� Hey could I talk to you for a sec?� he asked her.

�� Sure, let�s go for a walk.� She offered.

�� They went out onto the academy grounds, and took a short stroll over to a bench beneath a beach tree. Owen offered her a seat, and then sat down next to her. He stared deep into her emerald eyes, and finally mustered up the courage.

�� Willyougooutwithmethisfriday?!� he fired at her. Not exactly how he would have preferred it to go.

�� I am going to assume that you just asked me out this Friday. If I were to assume that Owen, would I be correct?� she answered with a smile.

�� Yes you would be correct.� Owen inwardly cursed himself for being such a douche. �Listen if you don-�

�� I would love to!� she interrupted. �Oh Owen I am so glad you finally asked me!� She leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. �I have a confession to make. I know I should have made it more obvious for you but with all my bad experiences so far I-�

�� Now it was Owens turn for an interruption. He promptly leaned over and kissed her big full, delicate lips. What was he doing! They embraced each other and continued to kiss. After a few minutes they parted, both panting.

�� As I was GOING to say, before I was so rudely interrupted,� she giggled, �was that I have liked you for a long time. I just couldn�t figure out how to tell you. Well, now you know!�

�� Owen was elated, he had FINALLY found someone. And not just anyone, he had found the most beautiful girl he had ever met! His cock stirred in his jeans for the second time that day.

�� So um, is seven okay for you?� he asked, trying to break the tension a bit.

�� Seven is perfect.� She leaned over and gave him another peck on the cheek. �But I�ve gotta� get to class now. Seeya Owen.� Owen watched her jog back into the school. She even had an amazingly tight ass, with wide womanly hips. He could not believe this sudden turn of events. He had gone from being fed up with the dating scene, to having a stunning girl reveal her feelings to him! Owen sat there, taking it all in.

�� Ms. Kelly sat at the kitchen the table absentmindedly reading a home and d�cor magazine. Now, she didn�t consider herself naughty or anything, but she hadn�t had sex in a LONG time. As she sat at the table her mind kept wandering to the magic penny that sat under her bed. She hadn�t used it in a while, and desperately needed some pleasure. She decided a little fun couldn�t hurt and headed upstairs. She stopped in front of the full body mirror that stood in her bedroom and inspected her incredible figure. She had a beautiful hour glass shape, wide succulent hips, with an ass to match. Further north she had a pair of tits that only appear in most men�s dreams (or BE stories). They were full, round, about as big as volleyballs, and had very little sag. Each fleshy orb was topped with cork sized nipples, and 4 inch diameter areole. She ran a hand through her deep and inviting cleavage. Her two jugs looked ready to burst from their tight cloth confine that was her shirt. Ms. Kelly felt there was little use for a bra; her tits were too damn perfect! She watched herself mash her tits together, flesh spilling out over the v-neck of her sweater. She kneaded her giant breasts and tweaked her now rock hard nipples. The feeling of her shirt rubbing against her sensitive nipples nearly made her knees buckle, but she continued to grope her massive tits. Slowly her left hand left her breasts, and worked its way south. She began to simultaneously rub her throbbing wet clit, and massage her overflowing breasts. She moaned as the pleasure and sensation increased. The sight of her in the mirror turned her on even more as her juices ran down her leg. Still groping her massive melons she inched over toward the bed. Without missing a step she reached under and pulled out the small box that contained the penny. As she took the penny in her hand it began to glow.

�� Now that I�m warmed up,� she panted to the penny, �let�s see if mommy can bust out of her shirt.�� Ms. Kelly began to chant in ancient Gaelic slowly toward the penny. She began to increase the tempo and intensity of the chant. Soon the chant grew heated and dizzying with pace. All of a sudden Ms. Kelly stopped chanting, and arched her back in a scream of pleasure. Her already impressive bust began to slowly swell outward even further from her chest.��

�� YES!� she screamed with ecstasy. �Oh God it feels soooo good!� Ms. Kelly continued to moan as her thick nipples threatened to puncture her sweater. Breast flesh spilled out of the top of her strained shirt. Her succulent breasts shuddered with every breath she took. Threads began to tear as her tits burgeoned outward against their cotton prison. She continued to simultaneously mash her humongous tits and knead her pussy. Ms. Kelly was sweating and moaning profusely from the incredible waves of pleasure. Her shirt had reached its maximum capacity, and an avalanche of tit flesh ensued. With a loud ripping noise, her now basketball sized jugs burst through her shirt, and jiggled across her front. She was so encompassed by her services that she failed to hear the front door open.

�� Owen walked through his front door and sat down at the kitchen table. What a day! He was still slightly shocked at how his fortunes had turned. Luck of the Irish indeed. Owen started to walk toward the refrigerator when all of a sudden he heard moaning from upstairs. Wondering if his mother was okay, he began to work his way upstairs. He stopped outside his mother�s bedroom, and could definitely hear her loud moans from inside. He thought she might be in pain so he quickly opened the door.

�� Ms. Kelly had worked herself to near climax just as her bedroom door burst open. Her colossal tits were bouncing every which way as she bucked on her bed. Just as an enormous orgasm tore through her body, she turned and saw Owen standing in the door way. She cried out in agonizing pleasure, her son standing there watching, mystified.

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�� MOM!?� Owen croaked, petrified. He couldn�t help but watch his mother�s giant titties jiggle and bounce in rhythm with her bucking. As his mother�s climax slowly passed, he stared in disbelief at his mother lying wet and spent on her bed.

�� Hey honey, didn�t hear you come in. How was school?� she managed to pant.

�� Owen stood there dumbfounded. How had his mother ended up like THIS? And why was she so calm, nay, pleasured by it. Yet again, he felt his dick getting hard. Ew, he thought, she�s my MOM.

�� Owen, there�s something I need to share with you. Come sit down.� Ms. Kelly said as she covered her trembling melons. Owen slowly walked over and sat down by his mother. �I�m sorry you had to find out like this, but I have something very special to show you.�

�� His mother reached behind her and presented in front of him a tiny ring-like box, with a glowing penny nestled on top. She took the penny from its nest and placed it in his hand. It felt warm and comforting to the touch.

�� This penny has been passed down our family line for generations. It usually goes to the first born son, but since your granddad only had me, this little treasure had to go to someone. Ancient Gaelic tribes of Ireland were notorious for making and experimenting with strange magical items, especially ours. And now my son, it is time I pass it on to you. I have no doubt you know what it can do.� His mother gave a suggestive wink and a smile and ran her hands over her bountiful curves. �Nevertheless, let me explain some of the finer points.� She said. �This penny will allow you and anyone who is willing to physically alter your appearances for any length of time. You can choose the changes to be permanent, or like me, you can choose to tone them down wee bit.� A look of sudden realization came across Owen�s face. So THAT�S how his mother was so busty and beautiful, she had been using the penny!

�� So now you know how your mother does it.� She said, reading his expression. �You didn�t think I was born with these babies did you honey?� she asked, rubbing her huge pillowy tits.

�� Ew mom.� Owen said, half disgusted, half incredibly turned on.

�� Oh sorry honey!� she said, embarrassed. �Where was I? Oh yes! As well as choosing the duration of the change, you can also make any physical change your heart desires. You can choose to enlarge things, expand, increase sensitivity, whatever you can think of. The only condition to this little gem is that the other person MUST agree to the change or changes being made, so no mind control here. That�s it, now all you need to know is how to activate it.� Ms. Kelly leaned over to her son and whispered the ancient Gaelic chant into his ear. He had terrible trouble concentrating on the words with his mother�s massive cleavage just inches from his face. His dick began to pulse with blood, and he was incredibly turned on. Her boobs swung heavily back and forth at the slightest of movements, and even though the fact that it was his mom grossed him out, Owen couldn�t help but be turned on.

�� Got all that?� she asked, breaking the spell her tits had on her son. �Quit staring at your mother�s tits! Did you understand all of that Owen? She asked.

�� Um, no, sorry. Give it to me one more time.� He replied. This time he closed his eyes as his mother spoke the Gaelic chant into his ear again. He concentrated on the words and roughly translated them into English. The chant went; �penny oh penny mine, grant my desires for a time, keep me beautiful, keep my fine, penny oh penny mine.�

�� Will you remember that?� his mother asked him.

�� Yea, I got it.� He answered, still chancing the odd glance at the huge, soft twin bulges beneath his mother�s blanket.

�� Okay then try it out.� She said promptly.

�� Now? HERE? WITH YOU?� he asked stunned.

�� Yes! I�m your mother aren�t I? Come on, hop to it.� She answered.

�� Uh�Okay. What should I wish for?� he asked her.

�� Whatever you want. Would you like mommy�s tits to get even bigger?� she purred, rubbing her enormous bosom.

�� NO!� he yelled. Owen had to admit, it was tempting. Just thinking of those huge tits swelling even bigger made his cock bounce around in his jeans. His cock, that�s it! He hated how small it was; why not wish for a bigger one? �Okay, I know what I want. What do I do now?�

�� Just begin chanting, and concentrate on what you want.� She said.

�� Owen shut his eyes, began the chant, and concentrated on making his cock grow. He started slowly, and felt the penny begin to get warm. He picked up speed and envisioned his dick growing and swelling. As the chant increased in intensity, Owen felt a rush of pressure and a tingling sensation in his crotch. Still, he continued to increase the pace of the chant, picturing a bigger cock. All of a sudden, the tingle and pressure intensified, and he felt his member begin to swell and lengthen. It started slowly, feeling at first like a raging hard on. But his dick soon stretched out farther, it gained girth, and his balls began to swell as well. His elongating cock traveled down his pant leg, the outline clearly visible. Owen was still chanting, but couldn�t help watch the spectacle taking place before him. He couldn�t believe how good it felt! This was pleasure on a level he had never experienced! His cock grew still, gaining thickness, and the head now appeared to be the size of a mandarin orange. He saw his mother stare lustily at his swelling dick. She began to knead her giant mams and tweak her thick nipples.

�� Honey, you�re getting so big!� she exclaimed.

�� Owen arched his back and let out a deep sigh of pleasure. He had stopped chanting, but his cock was still growing. The head was almost at his knee, and it appeared he had stuffed a very large cucumber in his pants. His balls made two huge bulges in the front of his jeans, and blood pulsed to fuel his rod. Finally the growth stopped and mother and son stared at the huge cock that was now pulsing in his pants. It felt incredibly warm and sensitive, and Owen desperately wanted to touch it, free it. Ms. Kelly reached out and caressed the length of her son�s thick member. He gasped at the gentle attention it had received, and he made no attempt to stop his mother. It felt to damn good!

�� Do you mind if I have a quick peek?� she asked sheepishly. �You�re my own flesh and blood after all son.�

�� Uh�I don�t know�I-I guess.� Owen said, secretly wanting nothing more than for his engorged cock to have some attention.

�� With that, his mother reached out and unzipped his strained jeans. She reached in the pant leg and gripped his enormous dick. Owen let out a long groan. She pulled his big veiny cock out of its denim confine, and inspected it with awe. My God her son was so big! She thought to herself. She reached into his pants and pulled out his massive balls. She ran her hands over the length of his cock. Again he trembled and gasped at the attention. If she had to guess, she would have said her son�s cock was at least 14 inches long, if not more. She couldn�t even reach her hand all the way around its circumference! Taking his throbbing dick in her grasp, she rubbed it against her huge tits. Owen began to sigh and moan, the pleasure encompassing his being. Ms. Kelly bent down and kissed the purple head, then gently blew on it. Yet something felt wrong. Both of them knew what they were doing was wrong. Their gazes met and although they were so turned on, they saw nothing but shame.

�� We can�t do this mom. What the hell were we thinking?� Owen said, feeling slightly sick.��

�� I don�t know. It�s my fault. I can�t believe I put you in this situation! I�m so sorry.� Suddenly his mother broke down in tears and began to sob uncontrollably.

�� Don�t cry mom. It must be some weird effect of the penny. Let�s just forget this ever happened. I�m glad you showed me this though. It really is an amazing gift!� Owen said trying to comfort her.

�� Owen I couldn�t help it! I�m just so lonely! Please forgive me, this was incredibly wrong. I am ashamed to call myself your mother�� she sobbed.

�� No mom, really it�s okay. I couldn�t dream of having any mother but you. Cheer up, please?� Owen said.

�� Al-alright.� She said, feeling slightly better. �I�m glad you like the penny.�

�� I�m glad you gave it to me. It�ll sure come in handy with me and Lara.� He said.

�� Who�s Lara? She asked.

�� I�ll tell you all about it after we get cleaned up.� Owen said smiling.

END OF PART 1