The Apothecary Secrets

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

Dad decided that he and I were going to the car boot sale. It was in a field just outside Leeds, not far from the airport. Not really my thing, but Mum wanted to stay at home and get on doing the Sunday Roast, and said that I would have only been in the way. It wasn't raining, and so why not I thought. I suppose it took us around forty minutes to get there, and then parking was a tad fraught, but we managed.

My goodness there was a lot of rubbish on sale, other people's crap, but there were some good bits, if you looked hard enough, and believe me, Dad looked. He picked through other people's discarded tools, buying up a few bits here and there, guess who had the bag to carry them in. I saw nothing I wanted. All the PS5 games that people were selling were the rubbish ones, or they were the good ones I already had.

Then something caught Dad's eye. A unit just full of drawers, an old apothecary, and Dad thought that cleaned up it would be perfect in the back of the shed for storing his various small items like bungs and washers and union joints and all the other crap he has in old take away boxes. He haggled on the price, and we ended up carrying it back to the car and it only just fit in with the rear seat folded down.

"No point in going back Dad," I said, "we haven't really got room for anything else."

"No Tim, I guess that you are right, come on, let's get it home. I expect dinner won't be far from done by the time we get home anyway."

Getting out of the car park wasn't much easier than getting in, and then we were on the main roads back home.

"Why don't you sand the Apothecary down and we can decide if we want to varnish it or paint it?" Dad asked as we neared home, "it would be a project for you."

"Okay Dad, but if the wood is okay, I might suggest a stain rather than a varnish."

"Let's get it cleaned up and sanded and then we will look at the possibilities. It'll take you a while, there are a lot of drawers as well as the main carcass."

"I know Dad, I may start this afternoon whilst you go to the golf club."

"Okay, but I am not going to the club this weekend."

"Oh? Any special reason?"

"Not really, I have a twinge in my back, and swinging a club is almost certain to make it worse."

"Fair enough, you won't want to be helping me with the sanding then either."

"No, probably not, not today anyway."

I suspected that he wasn't being entirely truthful, but I had no idea what the truth may actually be, anyway, it didn't matter, I could sit in the garage out of the way and work on the apothecary. When we got home, Dad opened the garage and we carried the apothecary in there and set it down. I decided I would tackle it after lunch.

After we had eaten and I had helped Mum clear away, Dad went up to their bedroom for whatever reason, me helping and getting as many crafty sneaks at her boobs down her blouse as I thought I could get away with. I adore my Mum, she is just so sexy. I don't know if it is her bra, or her actual boobs, but they don't seem to sag. The boobs most of my friends Mum's have seem to be lower down on their stomachs.

I don't find my friend's Mums sexy at all, some of them are attractive, but I just can't imagine them in bed. I have managed to catch sight of my Mum several times in her underwear, but usually it is just a glance down her blouse or occasionally sunbathing in a bikini in the garden. I was pretty sure that Mum would be much better than any of the girlfriends that i had had so far.

When I had no more excuses to ogle my Mum I headed out to the garage and had a good look around the apothecary before lifting it up onto blocks. I set out a painting table next to me to put the myriads of drawers on ready for preparation. One of the drawers was bizarrely shorter in depth than the others, and I could see no reason why. Looking inside the carcass at where that drawer came from, I saw a small piece of wood at the back holding a small gold ring.

Reaching in I managed to grab the ring and pull it out. As I touched the ring I felt a tingle, like a mild electric shock, must be static I supposed, although I didn't think gold could get a static charge, probably a fake I decided. I had the impulse to put the ring on, and so I slid it on over a finger on my right hand.

A strange feeling came over me, I didn't know what it was, it was like hunger, but that couldn't be it, I had just eaten one of Mum's mega Sunday roast dinners. As I thought of Mum I had an overpowering feeling of desire. Much more intense than my usual feelings when I saw Mum.

"She's yours" a voice inside my head said.

"What?" I gasped.

Nothing, there was no more voice, where had that voice come from, I never hear things, that is just not me., I am rational, I just don't imagine things. Voices do not say things inside my head. I looked around, no one around, just me.

"Touch her and she will willingly do your bidding." That voice again.

Okay, so, I don't get voices in my head. Only, now I do. I was pretty sure that this was some kind of joke, I couldn't work out how it was being done, but I knew it was a joke. I decided to test it out and prove once and for all that it was a clever hoax. There was only one way, go, touch Mum and ask her to do something that she just wouldn't do.

I brushed my hands and went back into the house. Mum was still in the kitchen looking through the cupboard that held the spices. I presumed that she was just checking what needed ordering. I went up and touched arm, as anyone might and I spoke.

"Why don't you pick your nose." Something I had never seen Mum do, it should be a good test that wouldn't get me slapped if it all was a hoax.

Mum put her hand to her face and a finger inserted itself into her left nostril. Okay, perhaps I could try something else.

"strip."

I had no idea what she would do, and especially if this was really was a hoax, I was trying to think of what I could say to excuse my word. Mum turned and looked at me.

"Hello Tim," she said and then started unbuttoning her blouse. Holy crap, how far would she go, just enough to make me believe it wasn't a hoax, and then stop? Mum took her blouse off and placed it on the kitchen table and then put her hands behind her back and undid and pulled off her bra. My God I was mesmerised looking at Mum's boobs. The bra definitely helped keep them up, but they didn't sag that much without it.

I was so mesmerised looking at Mum's nipples that I hardly noticed that she had undone her skirt and taken that off, standing there in her knickers. Her knickers were what I guessed were typical Mum knickers. Nothing other than covering up, and as I was admiring her mound, she pulled her knickers down and for the first time I saw it, her fanny.

Her hair was cut short and was above her crease, all around her sex itself was without hair. Most of the girlfriends I had been with either completely shaved, which I loved, or had mega hairy fannies. Mum was half way between, hair above, none around, her crease slightly parting with her inside folds just peeping out.

Mum turned and carried on looking through the spices in the jars. I touched her again, this time I had decided to think words rather than say them, well, just in case.

'Take my dick out and wank me.' Well, that would totally prove it was a hoax, so far, not much harm done, just a little nudity.

Mum turned around and her hands reached forward and she undid my belt, and then the zip on my trousers, pushing them down. My dick was at this point as hard as it had ever been and was stretching my underpants out. Mum pushed my underpants down and started to wank. God, she was better than any of the girls I had been with, probably more years of practice I supposed.

I was gulping, my breath was caught in my throat, my knees felt weak as Mum worked on my dick. I could see my glans flashing purple as it appeared and disappeared as Mum worked my foreskin back and forth. "Oh God I wish I was fucking her,' I thought.

Mum stopped and let go. She turned around and leant on the table. "Do me Tim," she said, "put it inside me."

Oh my God, I needed to guard my thoughts. I wanted to shag Mum, oh so much, but hadn't intended to go that far, not yet. I stood behind Mum, her fanny showing between her thighs. I spit on my hand and wet the end of my dick, stepped forward and fisted my dick between her fanny lips. Mum reached down and took my dick and lined it up and I pressed forward.

My dick slowly pushed inside, her fanny hot and squeezing my dick as I pushed until I was in as far as I could go, my stomach pressing her buttocks apart. Mum's fanny was pulsing on my dick, squeezing and relaxing, making it feel like a soft wank. I eased back and then pushed in again, harder this time, and Mum gasped as the slap of me hitting her buttocks echoed around the room.

I started fucking her faster and harder, the slaps and grunts getting louder, 'God, Dad'll hear us," I thought, 'he'll kill me," but I couldn't stop. Harder and faster, mum gasping more and more. 'Hurry up and cum,' I thought, my own balls were so ready, I was so close and Mum screamed out loud, and her fanny clamped hard on my dick squeezing it tight. I spurted, grunting loudly as I ejaculated inside her, flooding her fanny with my spunk.

I stood back and as my dick slipped from her fanny I could hear Dad on the stairs. I quickly stood by the door so that I could touch him. As Dad entered I touched his arm. 'Nothing to see, go in the garden and strip, lay on the grass and wank three times,' it was all I could think of, three times should keep him busy, I had no idea what his recovery time was. Dad just walked past Mum and into the garden, I could see him taking his shirt off.

I went back to Mum who was still leaning on the table, my spunk dripping from between her legs onto the kitchen floor. I touched her back, 'suck me clean Mum,' I thought. Mum turned around and knelt before me, opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around my dick and began licking and sucking. I had simply expected her to get the spunk off my dick, and then I could get redressed.

My dick had other thoughts. As Mum was sucking I was getting hard again, my recovery time was shorter than I thought, and hopefully a lot quicker than Dad's. Before I knew it my dick was absolutely rock hard again, 'Oh God I want Mum to fuck me' I thought without realising what I was thinking.

Mum took her mouth off my dick, "lay down Tim," she said. I pulled my trousers away from my ankles and lay on the kitchen floor. It was hard and cold on my bum. Too cold and uncomfortable.

"Let's go upstairs Mum," I said holding her ankle as she stood by me. I got up and followed Mum as she went upstairs and into her bedroom. I pulled my shirt off and I was naked too. I lay on the bed and Mum climbed besides me, lifted her leg giving me a nice close up of her fanny, wet with my spunk, glistening, her crease open as she moved her leg over me. She lowered herself and guided my dick to her fanny sinking over my dick until she was resting on me, her weight fully on me.

Oh God, Mum began rocking back and forth, lifting herself sightly as she worked my dick, her boobs bouncing on her chest as she fucked me. "Oh God Mum, yes," I gasped. It didn't take long and I was pumping my spunk into Mum's fanny. I was pretty much done.

"Wait for Dad," I said and went downstairs. In the garden Dad was wanking hard, he had already spurted once by the looks.

I touched his shoulder, 'why don't you go upstairs and fuck Mum, she's waiting for you.' I thought. I watched as Dad stopped, got up and went up to Mum. I could soon hear the sounds of them fucking. Good, hopefully that will bring them both back to normality. I went outside and collected Dad's clothes. I added them to Mums and left them on the kitchen table.

Up in my room I got dressed in old clothes, sanding the Apothecary would be a messy job. I had just got downstairs when there was a tap on the front door. I opened the door to be greeted by Rose from next door.

"Is everything alright Tim, only I heard your Dad in the garden, is he okay?"

I touched her arm as I spoke, "yes, he's fine Rose," I answered whilst thinking, 'let's fuck.'

"Oh good," she said, "look, why don't you come to mine and we can catch up." She was looking intently at the front of my old trousers as she spoke.

"Oh gosh Rose, I am in my old clothes I was about to go and do some sanding in the garage."

"Well I would never have guessed they were old clothes, come on, the garage can wait." She turned on her heels and headed across the lawn to her house, obviously confident that I would follow, which I obviously did.

Rose was stood by her open door; I went through and slipped my sliders off in her hall. She closed the door behind us and then locked. "We don't want to be disturbed now do we," she said as she stepped towards me and kissed me, her mouth on mine, her hand pressing against my hardening dick inside my trousers.

"Let's go upstairs and get more comfortable," she said, turning and going up her stairs, me getting tantalising glimpses of her knickers as I followed.

In her bedroom she put her hands behind her back and undid her dress pulling it off over her head. "Come on," she said, "I need you naked."

There was now no longer any ambiguity, no mistaking her intentions. I pulled my polo top off and then undid and pushed down my trousers and underpants in one go. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Rose walked towards me.

"It's been too long," she said as she stood with her legs either side of mine, her fanny crease open, her inside folds showing like Mum's had. She pushed me back onto the mattress and straddled me, my dick laying firmly in her crease. I shuffled backwards pulling Rose with me, and as we got fully on the mattress I had the leverage, and I flipped her onto her back.

I leant down between her thighs and ran my tongue along her crease, her inner folds caressing my tongue as I went. I was going to have everything, I wanted to suck her and fuck her, I wanted her to scream her orgasms. She tasted sweet yet slightly sweaty, I guessed that she hadn't showered this morning, after all I doubted that she had woken up planning to have sex with her neighbour's son.

As I began licking her clitoris I pushed two fingers into her entrance and through her opening, widening them inside her, stretching her fanny walls apart, Rose gasping from somewhere up above. I began to slide my fingers inside her fanny, pushing in hard, pulling almost out before thrusting in hard again.

'Cum' I thought as my fingers went harder and faster inside her. I was unsure if such a thought would work, but her fanny clamped hard on my fingers and her back arched, her bum lifting clear off the bed and she screamed, it was the scream of the dead, oh my God if any neighbours heard they would call the police.

I pulled my fingers back and raised my head as she slumped back onto the bed.

"God, fuck me, I need fucking," she said between gasps as she lay back her chest heaving.

"On your knees," I said, I had always wanted to fuck a girl from the back.

Rose rolled and got up onto her knees, her head laying on the mattress. Her fanny stood glistening between her thighs, fat and plump sitting just below her arse. I knelt between her legs and pushed my dick forward, sliding along her crease. She put her hand down between her legs and guided my dick to her hole; I pushed.

Oh my, she was tight, so much tighter than Mum, but then as far as I knew, she hadn't given birth, certainly we had never seen any children at her house. She was wet and my dick slid easily inside her, my foreskin rolling back long my dick, my glans uncovering. I had my dick fully buried inside her, her buttocks pressed further apart.

I began a steady shag, I loved how I could easily see my dick entering and pulling out, how her fanny lips folded around my dick. I began to go faster, pushing in as hard and deep as I could, my stomach slapping against her arse cheeks as we shagged, her grunts and gasps getting louder.

I pressed my thumb against her arse, 'relax' I thought as I pushed. There was resistance, and then suddenly my thumb popped past her resistance, and I was inside, "oh fuck," she gasped as I began waggling my thumb as my dick fucked her fanny.

'Cum,' I thought and she screamed her orgasm again, her fanny clamping on my dick, her arse squeezing around my thumb. My balls began to throb and I had that little pinch deep inside. 'Hold on Tim,' I thought to myself, I had no way of knowing yet if I could influence myself the way I could influence others. The feelings subsided and I carried on shagging, the impending orgasm put on hold.

My dick slid inside her, my rim scraping over her bumps and ripples, her fanny replacing the wet that I was squeezing to her depths and out of her, dripping from her fanny as she bent over in front of me, gasping and saying "yes" as if it were a mantra. I could feel my pressures growing again, my pleasures flowing, my balls twinging, my root pinching.

"Yes," I gasped and both our orgasms released at the same time, mine without the screaming. I eased my dick from her fanny and watched as she pulsed and a big dollop of my white spunk squirted out of her. I quickly dressed and went downstairs, unlocking the door and leaving. I wondered what kind of reception I would get at home.

At home Dad was in the lounge and Mum was in the kitchen, again going though the spice cupboard. "Hi Mum," I ventured as I walked in.

"Oh, hi love," Mum said, I thought that you were in the garage."

"Oh I was but Rose had a word, so I went and chatted with her for a few minutes."

"Okay, is she alright?"

"I think so, yes."

It was bizarre, it was as if nothing had happened as if no one had shagged anyone, I wondered what her memory told her. I went across and held her arm and kissed her cheek, "I'm popping back out the garage," I said, watching for any reaction, there was none, just an air kiss back.

The next morning I was in town, and I was sitting in Hot Java the coffee place in the precinct and Helen Moore came in and gave me a look that would kill. I didn't know why, but she seems to have had it in for me all the way through school, I never knew why, but she always found ways to get me blamed for stuff I hadn't done. Thank goodness for school CCTV, it was able to prove my innocence on many an occasion.

Unfortunately for Helen, the only free seat in the whole place was at a table right next to me, within touching distance. As she sat, I touched her arm and sent her my thought. I sat back and smiled as I watched.

She put her coffee on the table and then her hands went up her skirt and she raised her bum and pulled her knickers down and then passed them to me.

"I need you to take me somewhere and fuck me hard," she said, people at the surrounding tables could hear and they all looked at her, little miss proper with her perfect makeup and expensive designer clothes putting her knickers on a strangers table.

"I'm sorry miss," I said, and I got up and left, leaving her knickers on the table. I stood out of sight of the coffee shop and waited, it didn't take long for her to come out. She looked around and eventually she saw me and came across.

"I need you," she said, "I have always wanted you," a look of desperation on her face.

I turned away and walked down a small alley to the rear of the shops, the loading bays and bins were back here. I heard her footsteps behind me. I smiled as I saw the various CCTV cameras all pointing to the bins area. She caught up with me and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Tim, stop, I need you."

My thought, when I touched her had been simple, 'you want me, you have always wanted me, you have to make me want you, you will want me forever, you can't cum with any other man.' I wondered how she would deal with it, and I had no idea if it would actually last for ever, be interesting to find out.

She pushed against me, her mouth kissing mine, her hands undoing my belt, my zip and pulling out my dick. She sank to her knees and put my dick in her mouth, licking as she forced it down her throat, back and forth, her tongue pressing against my shaft as she buried it in her throat.

She mouth fucked me for a few minutes then slowly eased her mouth away, my dick dripping with her spittle. She stood up and pressed against me, lifting her dress, her fanny pressing against my dick. "Fuck me," she said, "here, now, or aren't you man enough?"

I had to laugh, even under the 'fluence' her nasty streak was evident. I picked her up by her buttocks and pressed her against the wall, holding her in place with my body as I fisted my dick and pressed it into her fanny, pushing hard, nothing soft and sensual, I simply jammed my dick in her fanny. She gasped.

"God, yes, fuck me, yes," she said as I fucked her hard against the wall, her dress getting covered with flakes of the old whitewash paint on the brickwork, my stomach slapping against hers as I drove into her body. It didn't take long and my balls let loose and I let spurt after spurt of my spunk flood her fanny. I lifted her off my dick and stepped back, she stood leaning against the wall, spunk dripping from her.

I did up my trousers, turned away and left. I had my revenge for all the crap she had given me over the years, I didn't care in the slightest what she did next or what she thought next. She was old news as far as I was concerned. I headed for home, I had already finished what I wanted to do in town, and Helen was simply a bonus, my real intentions had been to set up new bank accounts at two different unconnected banks.

I had used my real name and address, but a small touch of the backs of the hands had meant everything went through very quickly without any 'difficulties.' Bank cards and credit cards would follow in the post. Excellent, all I needed to do now was find a way to fund those accounts.

Back home I went in and called hi to Mum and said I was going up for a shower, I wanted to wash Helen Moore off my skin. My revenge had not left me feeling good, and I almost wished I hadn't done it, but she had humiliated me at school, a little payback was warranted.

In my bedroom I stripped off my clothes, putting my underpants in the laundry, they were covered in spunk and Helen juice, and padded across the landing to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and stepped in. I almost jumped out of my skin as a hand pressed against my back.

"I thought I would wash your back, and then we go to my room, and you can have me again. Your Dad's out, so we can do it without fear of interruption."

I turned around, and faced my Mum with my dick hardening; she was naked and had gel and a sponge in her hand. "Shall I wash your dick first?" she asked.