A content sigh escapes my lips as my fingers sink into Mary’s soft, supple breasts. So this is what boobs feel like. Needless to say, I have one hell of a perverted grin stretched across my lips.
That said, I have to admit it’s a little different from what I expected, but I don’t know why. I’m not sure what I was even expecting, not really.
Her skin gives beneath my fingers, squishing and jiggling. I don’t hold back. No, I could never, not with such temptation before me. Thus, I grope her tits to my heart’s content.
“That’s a little rough,” Mary chirps up.
There’s no heat in her voice, though. She doesn’t tell me off, simply seeks to advise me.
“Sorry, is this better?”
I go at it a little softer. Even if I can do pretty much whatever I desire, I still don’t want to hurt her, nor anyone else for that matter.
“Mmm… Yeah.”
She nods, a sound escaping her throat as she does so. One, not quite a moan, but the start of something along those lines.
I lose myself in the joy and wonder that are her breasts. Boobs are just too much fun. The seconds fly by far too quickly.
Without even a hint of shame, I do all sorts of things to her. Groping is just the start. For one, I caress, my fingers running gently over the curves of her chest. Why, I even trace circles around her big, puffy areola. The texture of which stimulates me in a way I didn’t expect.
Every little bump, every detail of her body I feel, leaves me throbbing in my pants. Of course, there’s her perky little nipples for me to explore too. I don’t just caress those, but rub and pinch. The latter, in particular, causes a very interested noise to fall from her throat.
“Do you like that?” I ask, wanting to know if the sound means what I think it does.
And why wouldn’t I ask? There’s no chance of offending her, no reason to worry over every little thing I say, as I normally do. With whatever’s going on with me, I’m finally free to be myself in the truest sense.
“It feels very good when you do that. My nipples are very sensitive.” She admits without a hint of shame.
Mmm… Good, I-
“Oh, hello, honey.” She cuts my thought off.
I turn, looking over at the doorway. Sure enough, there he is. Paul stands frozen, eyes glancing between his mother and me.
A few tense moments of silence pass. Is he going to say something? Is he pissed? God, I hope not.
A cold shiver runs down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Hey, Mum,” Paul says, unfazed, like everything’s normal.
As he says he would, he walks into the kitchen and tosses his can in the trash. Meanwhile, my fingers continue where I left off, groping his mother’s breasts. He doesn’t pay what I’m doing even the slightest bit of attention, thank God.
“What’s for dinner, Mum?” He asks, peering over at the workstation.
“Well, Joe and I are going to head back up to my room for a bit. I’ll be out once we’re…” He frowns slightly, a look of confusion darting across his face. “Done…”
It doesn’t escape my notice.
“Have fun, honey.”
Paul leaves the kitchen, and I follow after him. As reluctant as I am to let go of his mother’s oh, so amazing breasts, I still do. There was just something about his tone at the end there that concerns me.
Once we’re back inside his room, I slump down on the bean bag and watch him carefully. He stands there for a moment, looking around the room, confused again.
“What were we doing again? Sorry, I seem to have forgotten… Weird.”
I frown. “You don’t remember the experiment… What about everything else? Bridget? The, what was it you called it, free use effect?”
His eyes light up. “OH SHIT!”
Whatever I did to him, this seemed to do the trick and snap him out of it.
“That is so fucking trippy, man.”
“What the hell happened to you?” I ask, more intrigued than ever before.
Before he answers that question, however, there’s something else on his mind. To which, his eyes fall on me, staring intently, but not quite as mad as I might’ve feared. “You cheeky bastard, groping my mother like that!”
“In my defence, I needed to do something kind of extreme to make sure you would actually react to it under normal circumstances.”
“Hmm, I suppose that makes a certain kind of sense, and I can’t really blame you. If I could touch your mother’s tits, I’d do so in a heartbeat.”
“Ew, gross man. She’s not even that good looking.”
“I would argue otherwise. You know what they say, the grass is always greener on the other side.”
“I’m not sure that applies to people’s Mums.”
“That’s beside the point.” He waves the matter aside, getting back on track. “Without a doubt, that was the strangest experience of my life.”
“How did it feel to witness what I was doing? What went through your head in the moment?”
“Everything felt… normal, strangely so.” He frowns.
“Emotionally, looking at you touch my mother like that felt as one might think of… I don’t know, a chair.”
“It’s hard to explain. It wasn’t a good or bad experience, just an everyday normal. Even now, thinking back on it, my feelings are… Well, there’s an almost overwhelming instinct pressuring me not to think of it as anything more than that. The only reason I can is that you’ve somehow managed to snap me out of it… But not entirely, I don’t think.
That’s just the beginning, because once I witnessed it, everything else was affected too. All the stuff you said about Bridget, it was all just suddenly normal in my eyes. Nothing noteworthy, and definitely nothing to think too hard about. And not in a hypnotism kind of way, either. Looking back on it, the sensation doesn’t feel forced. It feels like I was just suddenly aware that’s how it was meant to be.”
“Huh, interesting…” I take a moment to think about what this means.
“Do you think me snapping you out of it is permanent, or are you going to forget again? Will I have to keep reminding you every time I want to talk about it?”
“God, I hope not. This is amazing, and even if I can’t benefit from it directly, just being a witness to the things you can do would be amazing as hell.” He sighs. “But I think that will be the case. Even now I can feel that pressure bearing down on me. It gets a little easier to fight against every time you speak about these things, but that relief doesn’t last for long.”
My eyes light up. Now it’s my turn to have an idea.
“This might, or might not work, I’m not sure. Don’t get your hopes up, but, well, there’s little harm in trying.”
Paul tilts his head, intrigued, but otherwise doesn’t say anything. He just waits for me to go ahead. Here’s hoping my power doesn’t only work on women.
Standing up, I walk in front of Paul. We stand a foot apart as I stare him dead in the eyes.
“You will do me this favour for me. You will never unwillingly forget about whatever power this is I hold. The free use effect will not apply to you in any way. You will always be, and always remain yourself around me, whoever you choose to be.”
As fun as going at this alone has been, there’s not a second that goes by in which I don’t consider taking him along for the ride. My fortune is his fortune, just as I know he would do for me.
Paul gasps, eyes wide and breathing heavy. He doesn’t need to say anything, but he does anyway. “It’s gone. The pressure’s gone. It really worked. I’ll remember everything from now on! Oh, that’s such a relief”
He breaks out into a fit of laughter as he collapses onto his bed, kicking his arms and legs in celebration. Seeing him like this, I can’t help but chuckle.
“I’m so damn jealous of you, man. What I wouldn’t give to be in your position. You’re so lucky.” He gushes, and I can’t blame him. This is a wet dream come true for a pervert like me.
“What are you going to do first?” He asks.
“Right now…” I stop and think. “Right now, I’m going home to watch Becca’s stream.”
“God, you’re such a simp for her.” He rolls his eyes, but I ignore his comment.
“Tomorrow, though. What say you and I hit the town? We can go ‘shopping’ at the mall and test out the extent of what I can do with this whole free use thing.”
His eyes light up at the prospect of that. Even more so when I add one more detail to our itinerary. “I’m also curious what will happen if I ask a cute girl to suck you off.”
“You’re the best friend EVER!”