Incest/Taboo A Penny for Your Thoughts

Author's note: If you're expecting a stroke story, you'll be highly disappointed, so I'd suggest you move on to another one. And though there is plenty of hot steamy sex later on in this story, I've slowly built up to it for a number of reasons. For one, I wanted this somewhat far-fetched idea to at least sound plausible. It's a bit on the Dean Koontz, even Stephen King side of things with a dash of true erotica mixed in for flavor. I thought I might attempt this tale; see how well received it might be through your votes and comments. It is one I may expand at some point into a full book given the subject matter. So again, if you like it, find it interesting, please let me know. Hopefully most of you will enjoy this.

Thank you, Many Feathers, aka...Thesandman
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I remember that day so many years ago now, out camping by the lake with my parents. The horrible thunderstorm that came out of nowhere, the countless lightning strikes hitting everywhere. Including me.

I don't remember much of anything after that. Only waking up in the hospital, the sound of voices nearby. One of the doctors's speaking to my parents, hearing bits and pieces of their conversation, as I lay there swimming through the fugue of coma, and waking.

"A miracle he even survived. No telling yet the affect it may have had on him," sounds of mom crying. The sense of touch, something cool on my forehead though my eyes refused to open, to tell them I could hear things, feel things. My body as yet unresponsive. It would be a week more at least before whatever was going on deep down inside me, finally gave way, allowing me to once again return to the present. My eyes popping open, though I hadn't been asleep...still listening, still feeling.

Someone calling out to a nurse...mom now standing by my bedside, tears running down her face as she leaned over kissing me, still calling out for someone to come.

"He's awake!" She charged as one of the nurses finally did come in.

"I'll get the doctor," she stated almost as happy as mom seemed to be.

"Welcome back to our world Brian," the doctor, told me as he began writing in my chart. "You've been away for a while."

That was nearly ten years ago. I was ten at the time. A lot had happened in the course of those ten years. Some remarkable things in fact. Slowly, gradually...for whatever reason, finally manifesting themselves to me with the onset of puberty for some strange reason. I remember the first time I felt it, sensed it. This "little spark" as I called it, though later I called it "flipping my Bic" for lack of a better explanation for what it was.

It was several weeks after returning home from recovering in the hospital that I first sensed something unusual had happened to me. Too afraid to tell anyone about it for fear of having to go back while they performed all sorts of tests on me, I simply ignored what I'd discovered, locking it away, too afraid to explore it, test it...revel in it. That little spark. That little something that felt so very, very strange.

I had stumbled across it quite by accident. Walking home from school one day, watching my own feet more than anything, trying not to step on any cracks in the sidewalk as a way of amusing myself. A simple penny. Stopping, reaching down in order to pick it up. It felt hot, hot from the sun perhaps, I flinched just for a second. But as I did, I felt this spark, this thing...and then saw it between my fingertips. A bluish white light, just a fragment for a moment or so, between my fingertips now holding the penny. I dropped it, it too seemed to glow for a moment, and then the light faded. I picked it up again, and though warm it was no longer hot. Quite naturally I put it into my pocket, and then scurried home to tell mom about the strange thing that had happened to me.

I had no idea at the time of course, just how strange it would turn out to be.

I had run home with my penny. Darting into the house, into the kitchen were mom stood making cookies. "Mom! Mom! Look at what I found!" I had said excitedly, showing her the penny. She laughed.

"You're rich!" She laughed again.

"No mom, you don't understand. It's not just a penny, I think it's a magic penny or something, I saw it glowing!"

I suppose to humor me, she now accepted it, looking at it a bit more closely. "A magic penny huh? Don't suppose it grants wishes or anything? Like maybe giving us a million, perhaps even two million more of these things?" She chuckled once again, though looking at it. Of course I knew, she was making light of it, not taking it serious at all, and deflating my excitement.

And then she said, "Hmmm, date says 1961. That was the year I was born."

Only, she didn't really say it. I mean no words came out of her mouth. She was just standing there looking at it, holding onto it, yet I swear I had heard her actually say it clear as day. She handed it back, and then said. "That was the year I was born, when the penny was made, 1961."

"I know, I heard you the first time," I responded now reexamining it again, looking at the date, confirming what I'd now heard her say twice.

"First time?" She asked looking at me oddly, but then let it go, turning back towards her cookies again. "Damn...I forgot to get more flour at the store," she said. "I need at least another cup to finish these. I wonder if Susan has some flour I could borrow?"

"Want me to run over to Mrs. Daniels and ask to borrow a cup for you?" I asked. It was something I was always doing for mom, and something Mrs. Daniels seemed to always be doing with us too. Borrowing things back and forth from one another.

Mom turned, a bewildered look on her face. "How'd you know I was thinking that?" She asked.

"Thinking what?"

"About borrowing some flour from Susan."

"I heard you asking about it," I said looking just as confused as she was.

"But I didn't say anything."

"Sure you did. I heard you."

It was an odd conversation. But it was soon forgotten as I shortly afterwards headed off in pursuit of a cup of flour for mom. Me thinking she was messing with me, and mom...well, who knows what she was thinking at the time.

Later on that evening after dad got home from work I showed him my magic penny too. He looked at it briefly, handed it back, giving me one of his patented smiles that said, "that's nice...now go away." "Fine son, if you think so," he told me as he handed it back. "You know what they say though don't you?"

"No...what?"

"A penny saved, is a penny earned." And then he didn't say another word as he went back to reading his newspaper.

I looked at my penny. Maybe it wasn't magic after all. But I wasn't going to just save it either. If anything, I could spend it on a "two-fer" as we called them. Penny candies. Only they weren't just a penny. Some of them got you a "two-fer" for one penny as we called them back then. Six chocolate's in a plastic wrap, but for a penny you could get two of them. A good deal at any price.

I ran upstairs to my room to get cleaned up for dinner, placing the penny on my nightstand, and promptly forgot all about it. Until the following day when Jimmy, who was my best friend at the time, and his younger sister Jenny came over. I'd always had a bit of a crush on Jenny, though I wasn't supposed to have one of those I suppose. Guys my age weren't supposed to be into girls yet. So I pretty much kept that a secret to myself. And I certainly wasn't about to ever admit that to Jenny either. I wasn't sure she even liked me all that much, though she was always tagging along, hanging out with us all the time, which Jimmy said his mother forced him to do, thus keeping an eye on her.

They'd come over, hanging around my room, reading comic books, though Jenny as usual was bored, rummaging through stuff. My stuff, which was fairly annoying, even though I sort of liked her.

I saw her pick up my penny almost nonchalant, looking at it, though also looking like she was going to take it.

"Hey, put it back. That's my penny!" I told her. She looked at me like I'd gone mad.

"It's just a penny. What's so special about it?"

"It's magic...that's what!" I said, though to be honest, I no longer believed it really was. But the thing was, I was irritated at her for almost swiping it. I reached out for it, though she did her tease thing, holding it out to me, and then taking it back before I could get it from her. "Come on...give it."

"What's so magic about it?" She teased, Jimmy looking on, finding amusement in my struggle and his sister's obvious annoyance with me. I closed the distance between us, once again grabbing her hand, this time too fast for her to do anything as I struggled with her. Her laughing, me trying to force her hand open, finally doing so, reaching for the penny...and then this little spark suddenly happening again. The penny glowed, only briefly, but the spark made us both flinch, both of us dropping it where it rolled off somewhere on the floor.

"What was that?" She asked looking at her hand, though there weren't any marks there, even though she rubbed at a supposed spot. "What did you do?"

"What'd he do?" Jimmy said only now curious.

"He made it glow," Jenny told him. "The penny."

"Where is it?"

"Somewhere around here on the floor," I said now looking for it, as suddenly we all were.

And then Jenny found it, only she didn't really say anything, holding it, palming it, once again attempting to steal it, keep it perhaps. Only I heard her, looking up then as she just stood there, though her mouth never moved.

""You'll never find it," she said...without saying it. "Because I found it, and I'm never going to tell you."

"Give it here," I said looking at her. "Give it to me. I know you have it Jenny, now give it back."

She looked at me in surprise. And then reached into the pocket of her pants, pulling it out handing it back to me.

"Here, keep your old stupid penny," she stated. And then she said...and just because of that, I'll never let you kiss me either."

Only thing was, she didn't say that. Once again, I'd heard it, but she hadn't actually said that to me.

"Who says I'd want to kiss you anyway?" I then asked her. The look in her eyes, the sudden stunned expression on her face as she suddenly turned and bolted from my bedroom said it all.

"What the hell was that all about?" Jimmy asked, though now forced to leave, as he'd catch hell for it if he didn't accompany his sister.

I stood there looking at my Penny, realizing what had just happened. Not understanding it, not at all. But maybe...just maybe...that Penny really was magic afterall.

That then became my secret. Maybe the penny really was magic. Though if it was, it wasn't magic for very long. And it didn't seem to really do anything more than allow me to hear someone's thoughts for a few minutes or so at the most. But that was pretty cool in and of itself. Though I quickly learned not to tell anyone I could do that either. For one thing, they wouldn't believe me. But for another, if they did...and if they realized there were times I could honestly do that, well then...it would take all the fun out of it for one thing. And rob me of my Magic Penny for another. It was just too good of a thing to share with anyone after that. And so my penny became my good luck piece too in a way. Always with me, always on me...though I rarely if ever took it out when I was around anyone, which was ironically weird in a sense. And because I didn't, it didn't do anything either. And I couldn't just make the little spark come because I wanted it too, even though I tried countless times. It just didn't work that way for some reason.

And then one day, I lost my penny. I'd left it in my pants pocket, on the floor in my bedroom when I went in to take a bath. I didn't know it, didn't realize it until much later, but mom had come in, gathered up my dirty clothes and took them into the laundry room to wash. I don't know whatever happened to my magic penny, but it was gone. And even after I exhausted several hours looking for it, I finally gave up and resigned myself to the fact I'd never be able to do that again.

But I was only then starting to learn a lot more about myself anyway. A few months later, experiencing my first ever "nocturnal emission" as they were called. My first ever dirty, "wet-dream." And with that, all kinds of things started to happen. Some of which at first, actually scared the hell out of me!

The first thing I did of course was run off to see Jerry and ask him about what had happened. A year older than I was, I figured he had to know. And quite naturally he did, explaining it to me, but then taking it up to the next level even, which is when I learned what masturbation was. And it was later, while practicing that, that I found myself aroused, excited. And low and behold, the spark came back. Just like that. I felt the little tingle just between my fingers, though at the time, it was between my fingers and something else when it happened again. But there it was, which is when I started calling it, flicking my Bic, which was a term the guys were using for doing something else entirely. But I knew now it was arousal and excitement that brought it about. I wondered then about the Penny. So I found one, tried it...and sure enough, it worked on it too. So it wasn't just THAT penny, the one I had lost so long ago now, but any penny. And if it was any penny, then...and sure enough, I figured out through trial and error, it was actually copper. Whatever it was, and why...copper was the conduit through which I learned to use my deep dark secret. Though pennies remained the easiest way to make it work. Now I had a whole jar of them. Magic Pennies.

Through trial and error, I quickly learned several things. You didn't actually need to be holding the penny, it only needed to be close to you, though if it did touch you in some way, it did seem to work better and last longer. And that was the other thing I learned as well. I found out that if I flicked my Bic too often, it didn't seem to work as well, or last nearly as long. Usually less than a minute even, if that. So then I tried refraining, seeing how long I could make it work for, and how strong. Again trial and error in doing that, but the strongest it would ever last was for no more than fifteen minutes perhaps. I had gone two, three days, and then a week...even two without making the spark. But it didn't seem to matter, or make any difference. Two days without sparking seemed to charge it up to the maximum I could make it work, make it go. So now I had the parameters at least, and a better understanding of it. Or so I thought anyway.

So far, I had used it to eavesdrop, basically picking up on people's thoughts. Which for the most part was actually pretty boring, not nearly as exciting as I first thought or believed it would be. Only on occasion would I actually pick up on something juicy, something titillating and interesting. It was like playing golf in a way. Getting frustrated, asking yourself why you played in the first place, and then getting that perfect swing, or putt. It's what kept you coming back. Same thing with my new found ability. Most of the time it was boring, but every once in a while...

By now I was eighteen. I'd been honing my skills so to speak, flicking my Bic, practicing the placement of pennies here and there on unsuspecting people, or when the opportunity presented itself, just brushing against, or touching something I knew was made of copper that someone was wearing. That eventually proved to work the best. Maybe because in those instances, they were closer to the people I used this on. That...and having gone at least two days to ensure I had a "full charge" not knowing what else to really call it. Only then would I release the spark, mostly just a little at a time unless I caught a piece or sense of something I found particularly interesting. Then I may very well use it all.

I had gone into a reasonably nice little coffee shop one evening after getting off from my part-time job. I tried to do so at least once or twice a week, mainly because of a really attractive girl around my age who worked there. I hadn't really approached her as far as going out or anything, mainly because she'd never shown much of an interest towards me beyond my being a semi-regular customer. I wasn't exactly a geek or anything, certainly not bad looking...but I'd already figured out, either she had a boyfriend, or I just wasn't her type. It didn't stop me from going in to gawk at her though, or entertain the prospect of "slipping her a penny." I'd even gotten to the point of boldly doing that in some cases, mostly with people I knew of course, handing them a penny and then simply saying, "A penny for your thoughts?" That's usually all it took, and then they were giving them to me, good and bad at times, without ever knowing they had.

So there I was, having my usual piece of pie and coffee, ogling Debbie, enjoying the view, especially her rather large breasts, that she had on one or two occasions, leaned over just enough while explaining something to me off the specials of the day to give me an added treat to my visit. I was waiting for the perfect opportunity, the precise moment to use my line, slide a copper penny across to her, or place it in her hand and then ask her that very question. I was planning on doing so when I saw this guy come in taking a seat across the aisle from me. There was something about him, the way he looked maybe, though it was more the look he took when watching Debbie moving about. It gave me the creeps, almost leering at her as he sat there watching her. Maybe it was a sixth sense or something that made me do it. But I charged my penny, and then slid out of my booth on the pretense of going to the restroom, stumbling, pretending to fall, catching myself as I all but collided into his booth. I tossed my magic penny into his lap as I did so, apologizing. His look of annoyance and disgust with me readily apparent, not even answering or acknowledging I'd done that after I straightened myself up. I soon headed into the restroom, spent only a moment or so, and immediately came back out again. I figured I had maybe two or three minutes to more or less listen in on the man in the booth sitting next to me.

"Nice little piece of ass," he thought. "I wouldn't mind fucking that cunt, in fact...I'm going to! That's it! I'm going to! I'm going to wait until she gets off, walks out, then I'm going to grab her...haul off over to those bushes behind the parking lot, and that's where..."

It's all I heard, but it was enough. Debbie was in danger, and it was up to me to do something about it. I slid out of my booth, grabbing my check waving it at her so that she would walk over and meet me at the cash register.

"Debbie, I need to tell you something," I told her, causing her to look oddly at me for a moment, which in itself worried me. "You do know me, well sort of anyway...I've been coming here for a while now, so hopefully you will listen to what I have to say to you," she seemed somewhat alarmed now, but with the manager standing not too far away, she had obviously decided to hear me out. "Don't look...but that guy over there who was sitting across from me, I overheard him, talking to himself. I don't think he realized that he was, or did. But I heard him say something...something about you, something he was planning on doing to you after you got off work tonight." Now she was looking freaked out, but I continued. "Right now, right this very second, go tell your boss what I just told you. After that, call the cops...tell them what I said, what I heard this guy saying. Please Debbie, trust me...now do it!"

She immediately turned, walked over, whispered something to her boss, and then the two of them walked around into the back. I left more than enough money for my bill sitting there, and then calmly walked outside towards my car. I climbed in, and then sat, hoping and praying that she had done what I'd asked her to do. Less than five minutes later, two patrol cars pulled up in front. Two officers got out, walked in as though stopping for something to eat perhaps as two more patrol cars pulled up behind the building, officers getting out of their cars with guns drawn.

Ten minutes later, the two who had gone in came back out. The guy with them, hands behind his back, handcuffed, looking bewildered as hell.

Unfortunately, the last thing I needed was for anyone to be asking me any questions. So I left, returning the very next day however. Debbie wasn't working, hadn't come in...taking the day off according to another waitress that worked there. I asked her what had happened the previous day. She told me they'd run the guys ID, his description etc. And found out in the process, there was a warrant out for him in another state. A warrant for suspected Ra*e, after a positive test had come back on his DNA. Unfortunately by then, he had fled the state. I managed a big sigh of relief. And knew then, what I could do could be beneficial. Not exactly a super-power if you will, nothing quite like that. I wasn't quite ready to run around in some sort of a skintight suit with a cape or anything. But I was feeling pretty good about myself, and my ability to "flick my Bic" for the good of mankind perhaps. But then I also realized, I could use it for somewhat wicked, or possibly evil purposes too.

Decisions, decisions.

One thing I wasn't was a cowboy wearing a white hat. Besides, I didn't think that would go very well with a cape either by my way of thinking. Nor was I wearing a black one either. More grey really, somewhere in between perhaps. But enough so, that I did at times certainly entertain specific thoughts. Don't we all? And never anything that would ever hurt anyone, or ever force them into doing anything they didn't want, or wouldn't do under any circumstances. Still...it was fun to wonder at times. Fun to occasionally listen in on someone's thoughts, especially if I was lucky enough to catch someone, particularly someone attractive who was entertaining similar thoughts, even if it wasn't about me. It was sort of like peeking through the proverbial keyhole, watching someone else having sex. Maybe it wasn't me, but it was still exciting nevertheless.

I wasn't a perv. Not in the real sense anyway. But I had again, quite by accident discovered that one of the best places to go, if there was the hopes of picking up on someone's naughty thoughts, was to sit there close to the fashionable, somewhat risqué lingerie stores. I waited until I saw someone that looked attractive to me, someone I'd enjoy sleeping with of course, or at the very least enjoy seeing naked. Naturally, I couldn't very well walk in and actually do that, nor would I. But I had learned to go in, browse as though I was looking for something for a girlfriend, or even a wife perhaps, even wearing what appeared to be a wedding ring, for just such an occasion as this. With luck, I'd see the woman picking out a few things to try on. I'd wait until she'd selected a room, or if I was really lucky, I'd get close enough to drop one of my magic pennies in a bag or something, ensuring she'd then be taking it with her when she went inside one of the rooms to dress. Once, I'd had to resort to actually rolling a penny beneath the door, though that had worked well enough too. Once I felt that connection however, I more or less sat back. I'd even discovered that once a connection was made, I could hold onto it for a considerable distance. Walking out of the store again, taking my seat once more, and listening in on every thought or emotion the person I had chosen was thinking. There were times it made for a very enjoyable afternoon.

I knew this particular woman was special for some reason, so I'd dumped every bit of my charge into the Penny I had dropped in another shopping bag as she went by. Now I sat listening in on her thoughts, juicy ones. Really naughty juicy, dirty ones as she stood there admiring herself, thinking about all the hot naughty sex she was planning on having later on that same evening. The images now...not just thoughts any more, which I sometimes managed to pick up, though only when I had fully charged the penny, as she imagined, envisioned what she was fantasizing about, was better than any porn movie I'd ever seen! I sat there getting aroused even more than usual, though content to remain where I was, surprised when she came walking out of the store only moments later. She walked over, sitting at the far end of the bench I was sitting on, rummaging through her purchases, combining a few of them into larger bags making them easier to carry.

I looked at her thinking. "God I'd love to see you naked, actually fuck you, lick that pussy of yours, which I'm sure would be sweet tasting as hell!" She glanced up, looking right at me, the oddest expression on her face I'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" She asked.

Now it was my turn to look at her weird. "Ah no, I didn't...why do you ask?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...not really, was just thinking," she said smiling to herself then, and at me too, though I'm not sure she knew why she was.

But now I was wondering. This was new. And so I thought, looking at her, actually trying to concentrate as I thought it. "You're horny, and obviously a bit of an exhibitionist," I told her directly without actually speaking, projecting it perhaps, though it was the first time I'd actually attempted doing this. I had of course gathered up that much from her own thoughts, from the brief glimpse of imagery she had shared with me. I then suggested, she might see me as a challenge, something naughty to do, to thrill herself perhaps in doing so. "Show him your tits," I thought again, still concentrating. "He'd like that, and you would too, the thrill of quickly exposing yourself to a perfect stranger, the added excitement you will have later on tonight knowing that you did. Laughing about it later with your partner, surprising him with your sudden boldness, go on...you can do it, go ahead, lift up your tee shirt, and bra...give him a peek a little flash, no harm...no foul."

I watched as she suddenly looked off to one side and then the other, and then turned towards me. She was smiling, winked, and then reached down lifting up her tee shirt and bra. I sat there with an open mouth, stunned for several reasons as this beautiful woman who was way out of my league, flashed her tits at me.

It would be two days before I could experiment again. But it gave me time to write down what I'd learned, think about it further, and plan out another worthwhile, and hopefully just as successful little experiment.

But I couldn't help smiling every time I thought about the gorgeous brunet who I'd so easily manipulated into flashing her tits at me. This was going to be interesting.

There was a girl I worked with at my part-time job during the evenings. We worked for a packaging and distribution company, boxing up product, and then sending it out. It was boring work at times, but it paid well. We had peaks and valleys too. Sometimes so busy you hardly had time to think. At other times, so slow that we'd very often find ourselves just standing around waiting for orders to come down. It was during those times that I'd gotten to know Gayleen, my new friend and co-worker fairly well. So well in fact, that over time she'd finally opened up, told me a little bit about herself, even a few semi-intimate details without getting really specific. We didn't exactly flirt or anything, beyond the normal almost casual flirtation that most everyone did without getting too carried away with it.

She was fairly attractive too. Not a raging beauty mind you, but cute. She had dishwater blond hair that she wore for the most part in a ponytail. Green eyes, thick lips and a cute button nose. And though her breasts certainly weren't large by any stretch of the imagination, they looked nice enough. Her ass however was sensational, especially in a tight fitting pair of jeans. I was somewhat attracted to her, but I knew she had a boyfriend. Though I also knew, she hadn't quite yet committed to sleeping with him yet. So we had discussed some of those more personal intimate details yes. But she had also hinted at something else, once almost telling me, sharing with me whatever horrible secret it was, as she later declared it to be, thus ending the discussion, not comfortable enough in "going there" as she'd put it. Obviously, it was something she was both embarrassed about, as well as ashamed of by the way I saw it.

Gayleen then became the perfect choice here. I knew enough about her to make a few reasonable guesses and assumptions based on what she had told me. And I also had a pretty good idea how to steer things in that direction again if given the chance to do so. We had in times past actually gone out to the parking lot, sitting in either her car, or mine, and continued on with our discussion for a while longer before driving off. It depended upon how busy it had been. I preferred doing that, sitting outside with her as Gayleen for obvious reasons, tended to open up a bit more, especially if there was little or no chance of being overheard. I knew we had a particular order we'd be running tonight, a busy one.

So I figured we'd not have too much of an opportunity to chat, except during our one short break. That would be when I'd hopefully direct the subject, and then with luck, continue it on with her some more later on after work. I also knew, she'd be wearing jeans, just as she always did. Jeans with copper rivets which made it a much better conduit, as they were much closer to the person wearing them. And it had been very easy for me to quickly brush one, or touch one, and let that full spark go into them. Usually it was so quick, no one ever saw the quick burst of blue-white light whenever I did that. And if they did, it happened so quickly that most everyone just thought they were seeing things, especially as no one ever reacted to it. Especially me.

The night went perfectly, according to plan. We were busy, so did very little talking. When our midway break came, Gayleen and I headed down to the break room for a cup of coffee and our usual chat. I purposely looked a bit glummer than usual however, baiting her to ask me the question. She knew that I too didn't have anyone I was seeing at the moment. But I'd decided to use that as a reason to direct things hopefully in the direction I really wanted them to go. Seeing my face, my abnormal silence as we sat down, she quite naturally asked.

"Brian? What's bothering you? Anything wrong? Anything you want to talk about?" She asked.

"Not anything I think you'd care to hear about," I began. "More like a guy thing...it's a problem I have, something I need to deal with." I said baiting the hook hopefully.

And as I'd hoped, Gayleen tried to lighten the mood a little, just as I usually did for her. "Well I hope it's not some sort of a disease thing, or anything like that, from something you picked up someplace," she said trying to tease me a little.

"I wish," I responded looking up at her trying to smile. "That would at least mean I was getting some...which I'm not obviously, but that leads into the other little problem I'm dealing with, which I'm damn sure you don't want to hear anything about."

Now she was curious. The bait in the water. The question was, would she take it?

"You in a hurry this evening?" She asked.

I tightened the line, still silent for a moment, pausing, waiting until she bit again.

"We could...we could talk, outside after work if you'd like," she now added.

"Ok, maybe," I said, setting the hook and slowly, ever so carefully...reeling her in.

After we had finished our shift, we walked outside, not quite ten o'clock yet, though dark enough that where we parked we had plenty of privacy, though we always waited for everyone else to leave before going out and getting into one of our two cars. As was usually the case, Gayleen simply followed my lead. Tonight, it would be my car. For one, it was a nice car, though an old car. A 1970 Chevy Super Sport. What I liked about it, was that even for a muscle car, it had a bench seat in the front, nothing to really get in the way of anything, making it a bit more intimate and cozier. I directed her that way, stepping around to the passenger door, opening it for her as she prepared to get in.

I reached out, just briefly touching one of the rivets on her jeans, letting the full charge go. The movement, the light coming on inside the car, coincided with the quick flash of light I'd discharged. I figured tonight, with luck...we'd have a full fifteen minutes or so to do a little bit of experimentation. But that also meant, I didn't have a whole lot of time to be wasting either!

The moment I slid in next to her, I looked at her and said. "You're sure about this, you really want to hear about what I'm dealing with, even if it weirds you out?" I could already sense her curiosity, and oddly enough...a little arousal coming from her too. There was definitely an attraction there, though not one either one of us would normally have admitted to, or acted upon.

"I'm sure," she said easily, sitting comfortably in her seat, obviously relaxed. And I could sense that she truly was, so I decided to go ahead with the rest of my plan, my experiment.

"Ok, here it is then Gayleen, and I hope I don't shock you, but the reason I broke up with the girl I was seeing? Was because she wanted to have sex, and I simply wasn't quite ready to go there yet."

She looked at me oddly. "But didn't you say inside that you..."

"Intercourse, I wasn't ready to do that yet no. But what I do enjoy, and was enjoying, in lieu of that, was masturbating in front of her, for her, while she did the same for me. I enjoyed that, and I'm pretty sure she did too. But then it wasn't good enough. Yeah sure, we'd enjoyed oral with one another on occasion as well, but I was perfectly content with just leaving it where it was...short of, well you know, actually fucking. But then she told me she was growing tired of that, wanted and needed more. So...we broke up. Needless to say, now I'm not even enjoying that much anymore. And to be perfectly candid about it Gayleen, it's just not as much fun jerking off all by yourself, with no one to share that with, after you've been doing that. In a sense, it would be like refraining from ever fucking again, once you actually had."

Her mind and her thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour. The excitement almost too much for even me to make sense of, or comprehend. I had to slow her down a bit, calm her, getting her thinking in one direction, and then see where this might lead the two of us.

I then used the one thing she had only briefly hinted at a few weeks earlier, which I felt was along the same lines, the same thing I'd just admitted and confessed to her.

"You feel the same," I directed looking at her, though acting as though I was still waiting on a response to what I'd just told her. "You enjoy masturbating, you do it all the time...sometimes you even convince yourself you do it too much, that there's something wrong with it... with you. But there isn't Gayleen, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, and you're even thinking about it now, thinking about watching me, watching me masturbate in front of you, and then you, playing with yourself in front of me!"

I could sense her struggle at this point, wavering, her emotions mixed, jumbled, fearful even, but likewise, aroused. It was an odd sensation even for me. I could sense this mist, this fog...even see it as she sat there struggling with her thoughts. And then it slowly began to dissipate, clearing rapidly a moment later.

"I think we're sitting in the same boat Brian," she began once again shifting in her seat, but this time looking far more relaxed than she had been. "But neither one of us are going to go anywhere unless we put our oars in the water," she smiled.

I knew then I had landed my fish.

I looked at her, pretending I didn't know what was going on, or what she was talking about.

"You're not the only one with those same problems and worries," she managed to sigh, looking almost relieved to finally be sharing what I knew she was about to. "You know me pretty well Brian, but probably not as well as you think you do. There are things I haven't told you about myself. But...since you have, since you've shared things with me, I feel more comfortable in telling you, I am basically a pretty sexual person. It's gotten me into trouble at times because of it. Which is why I eventually decided to really slow things down with guys, until I was sure there was truly something there at least. But yeah...I do know what you mean Brian; I masturbate constantly, like three...four times a day. Maybe I'm some kind of nympho or something. I've even considered seeing someone because of my...my...addiction."

"In the first place Gayleen, masturbation isn't an addiction. It's a natural normal thing that everyone does, whether they're willing to admit to it or not. And trust me...three, four times a day isn't abnormal either. Some do it less often, some do it more. I think most do it for simple stress relief. I know I do, at the end of the day, just so I can sleep better."

Gayleen smiled at that, again the emotions and sensations I was picking up from her was soothing her anxiety. I paused, once again concentrating on her, soothing her worries and fears further, and then continued on.

"But admittedly what I do miss, is that level of excitement, that sharing excitement that you can only get with another person. That's what I miss Gayleen, more than anything. But just because I do miss it, it doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to stop jerking off either. I know I will. It just won't be nearly as much fun not having someone else to share that with."

I almost smiled. I could already hear her thoughts even before she formed them into words.

"Let me ask you something Brian. Obviously, we both feel much the same way about things. Not wanting to make the kind of commitment with someone that we're just not sure about yet. However...that being said, I...like you, also enjoy that "excitement" as you call it. Sharing things...doing things, without necessarily taking it to the next level. I guess what I'm proposing, and asking is this...how would you feel about, you and I...maybe doing that, for each other. As long as we understand the boundaries, limitations, and accept the fact, we're doing it just for those reasons?"

I was grinning from ear to ear...inside. Trying to look serious on the outside, weighing her offer, considering it. But I could sense the elation inside her own head, the sudden turn of events emotionally as now I sensed her hope...her excitement, and now...want.

"You're sure? I mean...we're talking about, hell Gayleen...getting nasty together," I quipped, "Within reason of course," I smiled. And of course she smiled. I was now picking up all kinds of wickedly erotic thoughts from her that seemed to be pouring out of her emotionally like a river jumping it's banks. But I had sensed another side of her as well. One she was finally allowing herself to feel again. She loved that "nasty" edge, that naughty, dirty sensation. It excited her, aroused her, almost beyond reason.

"Let me show you just how sure I am," she smiled almost devilishly. She reached up, and began slowly unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing. I sat transfixed, my eyes glued on her as she did that, one button at a time. I could still hear her thoughts as well as she did that.

"I'm so fucking horny Brian, you have no idea. How long I have actually fantasized, imagined seeing that cock of yours, wanting to watch you play with it, me...play with it, even sucking it...and maybe one day..."

I'd run out of time, but it mattered not. No longer able to hear her thoughts anymore, my little experiment had been a rousing success. I knew I'd want to continue it with her, learn more, do more. But now was not the time. Right now, the two of us were simply going to enjoy a bit of wickedly naughty fun together.

Once Gayleen had unbuttoned her blouse, she leaned forward reaching around behind herself, unclasping her bra. It fell away, slithering down her arms like a sensual serpent. She then removed it, along with her blouse, now sitting there topless. Her breasts indeed weren't overly large by any means, but certainly more than a simple handful. One thing I loved seeing almost immediately however, was just how large her nipples were. Areolas a nice rosy-color, sitting atop each breast like a small pancake. Nipples capping each, thick...invitingly hard and erect, just begging for attention. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch one, I refrained however. That may perhaps...come in time. Right now, I knew it was best to simply follow her lead.

She again paused only briefly, allowing me this intermittent look. I ensured that the look of surprise, and then pleasure on my face had registered with her as she then reached down unbuttoning her fly, unzipping her jeans.

"Well? You going to join me, or just sit there with your tongue hanging out?"

I grinned at her, trying hard not to leer, and then unbuckled my own jeans, slipping them down around my ankles, just as she did. The two of us now sitting there looking at one another, albeit a bit awkwardly, nervously at first. My hard cock throbbing however, dancing all on its own accord as she lowered her gaze away from my face, now focusing on that more directly. She sighed, a small moan escaping her lips. One hand almost automatically coming up to capture her breast, watching her do that, wishing it was my own as she began fingering it, toying with her nipple. Her other hand now down between her legs, the tip of one finger slowly drawing itself upwards through her hairless little groove. I fisted myself, squeezing, producing a nice fat dollop of precum smearing it about the head of my dick, thus further stimulating myself in doing so.

"God you're hard!" She exclaimed suddenly, finally breaking the momentary silence that had fallen between us.

"And horny, but you look pretty hard too," I motioned, looking at her thick fat nipples as she continued playing with them, teasing each back and forth. "I take it...they're pretty sensitive then? You enjoy having them played with?" I asked, my tone of voice a bit deeper now, more husky.

"Oh yes...yes I do," she groaned back, playing with them even more noticeably now. Actually pulling on one of them, stretching it out a bit, lifting her soft firm breast in the process before letting go, and then doing it all over again. "I've always enjoyed having my tits played with...you, you can touch them if you'd like," she then informed me.

I reached over, again glad I had waited for the invitation, now fondling her neglected nipple and breast as she continued playing with the other one, still fingering her pussy, toying with her clit as she now rubbed that hard little knob with gentle teasing motions. She too was wet, very wet. Applying a bit of her own special sauce to her clit, just as I was doing to myself. We could each hear the slickness of our own juices as we sat there. Mine, a squishy slick sound as I slowly pumped my prick up and down, taking time in doing it, not yet ready to stroke it as urgently as I might.

"I love the way that sounds," she told me. "I like hearing it, feeling it...making it do that," she added.

"Feel free," I then said. "But don't feel like you have to or anything, only if you want to."

Gayleen licked her lips, and then withdrew her hand from between her legs, now reaching over. I felt the softness of her small delicate hand wrapping itself around my stiff, turgid member, once again squeezing it, producing another nice bubble of pearly liquid. She now took that, smearing it about my shaft just as I had done. She pressed, the squish sound produced, giggling as she did it, doing it again.

"God that sounds naughty."

"Yes it does, just as naughty as your pussy sounds when you were fingering yourself," I added to that.

"I like naughty."

"So do I."

"Finger me. Finger-fuck my pussy...my cunt!" She said hotly. "Go on Brian, finger my fucking cunt!"

We sat side-by-side there on the front seat of my car, not only watching one another masturbate, but masturbating each other! It was more than I had honestly hoped for or expected. But it had proven to me, that with a little concentration, patience, and a willingness to simply direct things, most of the time, people did...and would. It would be far easier now of course to continue more of this in the evenings with Gayleen, which I certainly planned on doing. But now, even as I fingered her to a nice little climax, and as I likewise sat back, enjoying the pleasure she gave me as she stroked me off, purposely drenching her cute gorgeous tits with my semen a short time later, I was already planning another test. And this one a bit more risky perhaps. A subject who I knew would be a lot harder to control, to manipulate, or get them to let their guard down more likely. Even as I sat there squirting all over Gayleen's boobs, I was already planning my next conquest.

Though Jerry and I had remained good friends throughout the years of course, with the passage of time he'd eventually gone on his own way. He was currently attending University out of state, and had been for almost a year now, though it had been almost two years since the last time we'd even hung out together. I still saw his mom from time to time however, always asking her how he was doing, what he was up to, things like that. I'd always considered Jerry's mom an attractive woman, though she certainly didn't dress the part. Not exactly prudish perhaps, but certainly conservative. She went to church every Sunday, but I'd been around her enough to know she wasn't overly religious either. She cursed on occasion, though always apologizing for having done so immediately afterwards. Though even her curse words were the mild ones, never once an "F" bomb, though I could say pretty much the same thing for my mother too.

But I had picked out Jerry's mom, Carol, as my next unsuspecting target.

Carol was perhaps in her late forties to early fifties even, though I had never asked. Either way, she certainly didn't look it. She had dark brown hair, shoulder length, and a reasonably nice figure, from what you could make of it. Most of the time, as I said, she dressed conservatively. I don't recall a single time when I'd seen even a hint of cleavage in anything she'd worn. And yet she had large breasts, easily a C or even a D cup. The fact I had very often hung around her, talking to her while waiting on Jerry to either finish up with some chore, or even get home from practice after school, gave us some history and background together. In many ways, she had treated me from that time on almost as though I was another child of hers. Not that I minded. Like I said, even back then I was starting to appreciate the MILF thing, even though no one had called it that yet.​