He Did Authorise Extreme Measures

Dad needs son's help with injured stepmother.

Dad abandons injured wife for a work conference, and orders son to babysit her and use extreme measures if he must.

This is a progression story that takes place over a very unusual week.

A special thanks to ChiefHal for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in decent shape.

He did authorise Extreme Measures

Chapter 1 - Monday

I'd just completed my second year at university and was looking forward to a week off, before my summer job started, when I got a call from my dad. What he asked for annoyed me, but I knew being pissy about it was a waste of time. My stepmother had been in a car accident and hurt her hands recently. He had a week-long conference and needed me to help Lilly around the house.

Why he waited until the last minute to tell me, was typical of him. But he sounded stressed, and I appreciated his financial support, while a student. So, I threw a few things in a backpack and drove over, only to find him in the driveway. Virtually tapping his foot in impatience. Hey, he'd only just told me. I could have been out or away with friends.

"I thought her injuries weren't that bad?" I said, as I stepped from the car.

Her brakes had failed, and the crash broke her thumbs and hurt the first two fingers on each hand. I'd visited her in the hospital with a get-well card and flowers to see her hands wrapped up.

"They're not. She can manage most things herself. It's the drugs she's on. Something experimental and new that is supposed to accelerate healing by up to 20%. But the side effects are; well, not good."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. What are they? Nausea?"

He shook his head. Paused to think, then explained.

"They make her extremely libidinous."

"As in..." I smirked and his eyes sparkled. "I bet you're loving that."

Dad grinned, like a boy given the keys to the candy store. Before turning serious again.

"But that's why I need you here." I frowned, and he realised he needed to explain more. "Under normal circumstances, more than a few days is too long for her."

That was something I didn't want to know.

"And a week is a stretch. The pills make her high, a bit loopy, and..."

"Horny?" I blurted out and regretted it, as he scowled.

"I suppose... it's accurate. They hit her quickly, but less than an hour after she takes the pills, she's out like a light for three hours or more. I worry she'll do something she'll regret while not herself."

"She'd never cheat on you, dad."

Something I was far less certain of with dad. He'd cheated on my mum more than once that led to their divorce.

"Are you saying you've never done something you shouldn't have, when you're under the influence of booze?"

"So, you really want me to babysit her. What am I supposed to do if she tries to leave? Tackle her to the ground and tie her up?"

"If that's what it takes."

"I was joking."

"I'm not. I'm serious. You have my permission to use extreme measures."

I crossed my arms over my chest, and gave dad a look that demanded more.

"OK, look. Perhaps I'm a bit paranoid about this, because of my own activities in the past. But your mother..."

"Stepmother." I corrected, but he ignored me.

"Has fantasies that are kind of dark and I worry that a lack of judgement, and excess libido, will cause her to do something she'll regret. I'm serious about letting you use extreme measures."

Dad was genuinely worried, and while I was sure he was overreacting, I thought it was better to humour him.

"Does she know?"

"I said you'd be staying to help around the house. Run errands for her and open stiff jar lids."

"Fine," I said, with exaggerated resignation.

I grabbed my backpack and saw him drive off, from the front door, then headed into the house.

Chapter 2

The house had a built-in garage on the left of the front door, and my old room was beyond that. In the corner of the house was the bathroom that could be accessed both from the master bedroom and the rest of the house. Along the back wall was the master bedroom. Leaving the main body of the house an open plan living space with a kitchen and breakfast bar.

Lilly was sitting on a tall stool and awkwardly flicking through a magazine. She looked over and gave me a nod. We were polite, but not that close. I resented her a little, even if she wasn't the reason my parents split. But just a reminder of that. It was also a little weird, that the age difference between us, was less than that between her and dad.

I'd been eager to move out, as the soundproofing of the house was poor and I hated hearing them going at it. OK, I accepted that they would make love, but it always drew images in my head; imagining what they were doing. And getting hard, imagining her naked, was bad. She was a great-looking woman. Almost boyish short dark hair, but her body was very feminine.

I moved to my old room to dump my bag and groaned, as I saw it full of her art supplies. She had a habit of throwing herself into some new hobby or another.

"Sorry, your dad never said he'd invited you to stay."

"He never told me either," I replied.

I dumped my bag on the L shaped couch. Realising I'd probably have to sleep there.

"Did he say why you're here?"

"Yep. Opener of difficult jars, grocery runner and wiper of stubborn bottoms." I joked.

She held up her hands and wiggled her ring and little fingers.

"Not quite, but not far off. And the rest?"

Any subterfuge was pointless, so I nodded.

"Christ!" she blurted and tossed the magazine away.

"I'm here to make sure your chastity belt is well oiled."

She barked out a harsh laugh. "If he had one, I'm sure he'd have used it. It's not like his record is..." She bit off what she'd been about to say.

"Sorry about your room," she said instead.

"It's OK, I'll sleep on the couch. How are you doing otherwise?"

We chatted for a while about what she could and couldn't do for herself. She could manage a lot of things, but I'd need to cut up her food. And she showed me her special Spork, with a thick foam handle to grip with her last two fingers.

Around 2pm I offered to make us sandwiches, and she sighed and got her pills from her room. Tossing me the bottle and asked for two and a glass of water. Opening the bottle, I shook two out.

"Christ, these things are huge." I said. "Are you sure they aren't suppositories?"

Lilly looked aghast and snatched the bottle. Holding it between her two palms and scanning the label. Then burst out laughing.

"Only joking."

"I'm surprised you can swallow them," I said incautiously.

"You'd be surprised what I can get down my throat." She gave me a cheeky wink. "But I'll need half a glass of water to wash them down. Pop the pills on my tongue and pour the water in quickly."

I managed to splash some water on her face and blouse. But she swallowed them way more easily than I could.

"Now we're on the clock. They kick in fast. I think that's why the pills are so big. The 'side effects' make me feel high, then giggly and..." she paused, wondering how to phrase it. "Look, we're both grownups and you need to understand. Your dad said you had a kitten as a boy, and your mum didn't want her spayed, until she came into heat that first time.

"Then it was yowling and restless. I feel like that. Unfortunately, when I was a little younger than you, my boyfriend was a low-level pot dealer. So, pot and sex are conjoined in my head. I warn you; I'm probably going to get super crabby as the frustration escalates."

"But I'll try to keep out of your way. I'll go to my room, but don't let me sleep past 6 pm. Otherwise I'll not sleep tonight."

"Do the side effects go away completely?"

"No, but when my head clears, I should be able to restrain myself."

She had a sad look on her face, as she shut her door, and I felt bad for her. Having to cloister herself away, like she was a leper, just because of a pill. A wave of irritation hit me, that my dad was so unfeeling about this. His wife needed him, and he wasn't there. Thinking about work was more important than the woman he claimed to love.

Scratching the back of my head, I wondered what to do. At home, and at a loose end, I might put some porn on my laptop or phone. But not a good idea now. Then I remembered an old gaming console that we'd boxed up in the garage, when I'd moved out. Knowing dad, it would still be there.

Playing old games was kinda fun, but it dragged up old memories of mum, before dad fucked up. Around 4 pm I checked what was in the fridge and decided on a chicken curry, with poppadoms and mango chutney. Making the sauce from scratch was time consuming, but not difficult.

Mum was a great cook and when I was small, she taught me to make cakes and biscuits [cookies]. As I got older, I extended into full meals, and it was a surprise that dad still kept a full spice rack. Probably a remnant from living with mum. From memory, Lilly's talents were not kitchen based. Dad had been like a horny teenager when Lilly moved in.

Chapter 3

"That smells good." Lilly said, and I jumped. Too engrossed in what I was doing, to hear her come from her room.

I looked over to see her dressed in a robe. She looked shattered. Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she'd been crying.

"You look rough." I said without tact. "Sorry."

"It's OK, I know. Unconsciousness is different from proper sleep. And..." she shook her head. "I need a glass of wine."

"Is that ok with the pills?"

"Yes, I'd have not let your dad talk me into the experimental treatment otherwise."

I reached for a glass, then paused as she shook her head and held up her strapped-up hands. Then she looked embarrassed.

"Don't laugh." she said and pointed to another cupboard.

I opened it and grinned. Inside was an adult 'Sippy' cup. Plastic with a waterproof lid with a built-in straw. Trying not to smirk, I poured out the wine and handed her the cup.

The chicken tikka masala was an immense success and held a depth of flavour, without being too hot. We sat and watched some TV, until she said she was going back to bed at about 9 pm. Hoping she'd get some proper sleep, but she doubted it.

I turned down the volume on the TV and made a mental note; to get an extension cable to plug in my headphones, so I could watch it without disturbing Lilly. About an hour later, I got ready for bed and slipped between the sheets on the sofa and grumbled about how uncomfortable it was. Dad had bought it, as he thought it was stylish, but that was all it was.

I woke to a sound and a blinding light. Only to blink and realise it was just the light from the fridge. Looking at my phone, showed it was just after midnight. Lilly stood in front of the open door, looking for some midnight snack. It had to be hard, fasting for 12 hours before she could take her pills.

She moved to one side, and I saw she was wearing one of dad's t-shirts. It barely covered her arse and the cool air from the fridge proved there was no bra underneath. Her nipples stood out proudly.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" She asked.

"It's OK. How are you feeling?"

"Awful. It's like my whole body is itchy. I'm exhausted, but my brain feels hyped up on caffeine. And what I'm thinking about is not great."

She came over and flopped down on the couch, near where I lay. I quickly sat up to avoid the temptation to look up her t-shirt, I spoke.

"OK, we're both grownups here, so I think we should be open and honest with each other if I'm going to help. As you can imagine, talking about this with my step-mum isn't exactly easy. I'd rather stick my hand in the fire than pry into you and dad's sex life."

She smiled and nodded.

"Dad said more than a few days is too long for you..."

"And that's under normal circumstances." she interjected.

"He goes away to these conventions a few times a year. Don't you have a toy as a fall back?"

"Or course. But..." She held up her hands. "I can't grip it properly. I can't even hold the shower head."

I frowned and then she spread her legs. Giving me a view of a heck of a lot of her inner thigh as she mimed moving the shower head over her pussy.

"Oh, right." My mind was scrambling for a solution. "How about we head to a sex shop tomorrow to get you something more hands free?"

"Really?"

"Dad did say extreme measures."

"Thanks," Lilly lunged towards me and hugged me.

Which was awkward, as I was only in my boxer shorts, and she only had a thin t-shirt on. Her bare leg pressed against me.

"Can I ask another favour? Can you come to bed with me?"

"Pardon," I asked, averting my eyes from her breasts, as she stood.

"I didn't mean that. I'd just like you to hold me until I go to sleep. Your dad holds me, and it calms me down."

"OK," I said, standing and reaching for a t-shirt.

As I started to pull it on, I saw Lilly staring at me.

"What?"

"Sorry, I was daydreaming about the opposite of you getting dressed."

She flashed me a sad smile and headed to her room. I followed and watched her slip into bed. Something about getting into her bed made things feel weird for me. So, I lay on top of the covers and snuggled up behind her. She pulled my hand over her stomach and thanked me again.

"You know this is all your dad's fault."

"I still can't believe he isn't here for you."

"Not just that, all of it. Last year he got a recall notice for the brakes on my car. All he had to do was fill in a few forms, and the repair would be free. He procrastinated and I could have died. He was also the one who insisted I take the experimental pills, rather than the regular ones; wanting me to get back to work, a week or two earlier. It's not like we need the money that badly." She added a hint more heat. "And..." she hesitated. Twisting her head as if to look back at me. "And I don't want to say anything that will make you think less of your dad."

"He lost any high regard he might have expected from me when he cheated on my mum. Abandoning you like this pushes him lower still."

"It's worse than that. He did it again!"

I frowned and waited for her to explain.

"About a year ago, wait, it must have been exactly a year ago. He went to a convention. As usual, we were at it like bunnies before he left, and normally we'd swap some sexts while he was away. Then be all over each other when he got home. Only this time he comes home saying he's coming down with a cold and doesn't even kiss me.

"And I specifically remember offering him a special mommies and daddies kiss..." She made a BJ gagging sound. I chuckled and so did she.

"There was no way I'd get his cold from a blowjob. I love giving them, and he'd never refused before. About 5 days later, he comes home, and he's all over me. So, I would have forgotten all about it. A few weeks later, I had some issues with my bank card and fraudulent transactions. So, I went through all the transactions on all our cards.

"I came across an odd one on your dad's card and it turned out to be a clinic. When I looked them up, they specialised in STD testing."

"Fuck! What did you do?"

"Nothing. I was angrier with myself. He had a history of that, and I'd foolishly thought he'd not do it with me."

I had to agree. There was no way I'd be unfaithful with someone like Lilly at home.

"So, you didn't confront him?"

"I thought about it and you're gonna call me foolish, but I love him. I love this place and our lives together for the most part. I'm not some starry-eyed virgin who thinks we're soulmates. We both had lovers before. But it still hurts. I might be paranoid, but I think him dragging you over here is because he feels guilty. As he's planning to do it again."

The language that ran through my head to describe my dad would have earned me a slap around the back of the head from my real mum.

"I'm sorry to blurt this out." She added.

"It's OK, well, obviously it's not. But you need someone to vent to and sometimes awkward stuff like this just hangs in the air between friends."

"Thanks, I feel better having said it aloud. But I'm shattered and need to sleep now."

In less than 10 minutes, her breathing became slow and regular. I'd give it another 5 minutes before returning to the couch. Although the bed was a darn sight more comfortable than the couch. The softness of the bed and the calming breathing of my step-mum lulled me into sleep. I awoke disoriented and confused by the sleeping body next to me. Falling asleep on mum's bed wasn't that bad, was it? The question had barely formed when I realised an issue.

When I'd fallen asleep, my hand had been resting on her stomach. Now it rested squarely over a breast. OK, it was through a thick duvet, but even so. Then I realised another thing. I'd woken needing the bathroom and, as any guy knows, that is usually preceded by an erection.

Which, at that moment, was pressed against her arse. Again, there was the duvet, but it was harder to explain that away than my hand moving in my sleep. I inched back and heard a sleepy sound of disappointment from Lilly. Was she awake?

I got up, but she seemed sound asleep. Perhaps she was just hyper aware of erections because of the pills? Anyway, I used the bathroom and returned to the couch. Tossing and turning again at its uncomfortable nature.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I lurched up as Lilly was leaning over me.

"Are we going for that toy?" she said eagerly.

"Can I wake up first?" I grumbled, stumbling from the couch towards the bathroom.

It was only after I closed the door on her grinning face did I realise she'd seen the tent in my boxer shorts. I sighed, but there was nothing I could do about that now. Still, it was better than knowing it had been pressed hard against her arse.

After I dressed, I was about to make a coffee when I saw Lilly was agitated. When I asked why, she said she would kill for a coffee but couldn't have any until after her pills. So, I took pity and only had some OJ.

"Where is the shop?" she asked.

"I've no idea..." Her face fell. "But I'm sure I can google for one."

Chapter 4 - Tuesday

Despite it being only just after 9 am, Lilly was in a hurry to head out and I paused at the car door. Looking her over and seeing her braless in a vest top. Her nipples were clearly on display.

"Do you want to cover up more?" I asked.

She didn't even need to look down to know what I was talking about.

"I can't fasten a bra myself. So, unless you want to put one on me and remove it when we get home?" she asked cheekily. "Actually, I like going around like this. And so does your dad. Going around knowing people are looking makes me feel good."

"Even around me?" I asked and regretted it.

She got in the car and brought her shoulders and upper arms forward to press her breasts together for emphasis.

"I know it's wrong, but the fact you're my stepson makes it naughtier and more exciting. Besides, if this is all you see this week, I'd be surprised."

Trying to block out the possibilities, I started the engine and pulled out of the drive. It took nearly an hour to find the shop, as there was no signage outside. I parked and turned to Lilly.

"Can you do it?" she asked.

"Me? How do I know what you want? Why can't you go?"

"I don't want anyone seeing me."

I looked around, but the parking lot was pretty empty. Rather than argue, I'd see what I could find and could always come back to ask her opinion. I chuckled as I thought, 'so is a ten-incher big enough?'

The shop was a 20-foot square box with no windows. Each wall was lined with racks and shelving, while a few mannequins modelled underwear. At the counter near the door, sat a girl a few years older than me. Dark nails, eye shadow and multiple piercings. She gave me a bored look.

"You're ok to browse. Just don't whip it out and make a mess." She winked, as she added. "Unless I can watch."

I looked around and realised I was out of my depth. My girlfriends had always refused to talk about or show me their toys.

"I'm looking for a toy that can be used nearly hands free?" I said.

"Anal toys in that corner." She replied.

I realised she thought I meant it for me.

"No! It's for a lady who has hurt her hands and can't use her usual things."

"And you're not up for helping her directly?"

"It's my step-mum!" I explained and blushed.

"Kinky! I won't tell if you won't. Why are you here and not her?"

I explained, and she headed to the door to see mum pacing outside the next shop. The shop girl gestured to mum, and she rushed over and pushed inside, like she was making a drug deal.

"So, you need some new toys you can use hands-free? And won't accept your stepson's offer to help directly?"

Mum gasped and looked at me. I blushed and blurted out I'd not said that. The girl grinned and mum chuckled at the joke. The girl asked what mum wanted, and she looked at me and waved me off. Which I was glad about, I didn't need to know the details of what toy she got.

I headed off to a corner and could hear them talking, but not the words over the background music. Mum was gesturing with her hands and the girl nodded seriously. Then she turned away and picked up something that I thought was a stray arm from a mannequin.

It wasn't! It was a huge fisting dildo about the size of my forearm and clenched fist. But the women burst out laughing and looked over at me. I quickly turned my back and tried to ignore them. Which wasn't easy. As a guy my age, I love porn, but usually I prefer it in private. Having others know my preferences, made me feel awkward.

When I glanced around again, wondering how long this would take, I saw the girl with a far more reasonable toy. A regular sized rubber cock with large balls and a suction cup. That looked reasonable. Mum could use it on any flat and smooth surface, hands free. As mum took it in her hands, I noticed it was a near perfect replica for mine. If she bought it and used it, it would be like she was using mine, and that was a confusing thought.

I quickly turned away and realised I was staring at a DVD, called Gummy Grannies Vol 8. Crap! I moved further down the rack and waited for mum to call me. When it didn't happen, I looked again to see the girl dangling something that looked like an egg from a cord with the ring on the end. An electric love egg sounded perfect to me, but mum was studying the box.

Luckily, she made her mind up and headed to the counter, then called me over to get her card from her pocket. The girl grinned behind the counter, and I swear mum moved around to make it hard for me. The girl held up a tube of lube, as she rang up the purchases and I gasped at the expense. Mum nodded, and I hurriedly ran her card through the machine.

Chapter 5

In the car, she looked out of the window in a dreamy way. Unfortunately, I was struggling not to imagine what she was thinking. At home, I held out the bag to her, and she shook her head.

"You're going to have to help me with those." I blinked as my brain overloaded. She chuckled. "Not that. Although..." she teased. "I meant to get them from the boxes. The egg thing has an app to control it, via blue tooth."

I chuckled. "They put blue tooth in everything these days."

"Actually, it's so you can pair it with two phones and your dad would control it from anywhere in the world."

"OK, that does sound useful."

She went off to change, and I unboxed the suction cup toy. It fell into my hands, and I squirmed. Which was stupid. It wasn't like she'd used it. Looking up closely, I realised while it was just like me, it was a little longer. Is it strange to be jealous of a toy? OK, that was bad. I needed to be more clinical. Treat it as a medical condition. I'd changed a nephew's nappy once, which isn't quite the same thing, but I had to be strong about it.

Lilly returned in a dressing gown and took the toy. Handing me her phone to sort the app for the other toy out.

"I'm going for a shower, I may be some time."

"Misquoting Scott?" I chuckled.

"Hopefully without the deadly consequences."

The egg came with a wireless charging cradle and something that looked like a key fob for a car. I pressed the single button, and the egg vibrated lightly. Repeated pressing, cycled through the levels of intensities before switching off. I plugged in the cradle to the wall and added the egg. A few lights flashed and a steady red light, of charging, lit up.

Using her phone, I scanned the QR code on the box and installed the app. It gave me two options, one to pair the device to a phone and another to pair two phones together. Choosing the device did nothing until I saw the 'pairing' button on the cradle. Both phone and toy buzzed twice, as they paired. The screen showed buttons from zero to six and I hit six that caused the egg to almost vibrate from the cradle.

I repeated the installation on my phone and selected the pair phone choice on both phones. Then went into the garden far enough so blue tooth wouldn't work and set the toy on one. Returning I grinned that I could control the toy from anywhere. Then I realised the problem. I could send a photo of the QR code to dad so he could install the app. But you could only pair the phones via blue tooth. Damn.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Lilly wailed from the bathroom.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"Of course not."

"Should I come in?"

"Sure, I'm decent."

She was damp from the shower but wrapped in a large towel. The shower was running, and the toy lay on the bottom of the bath.

"It won't stick."

I picked it up and paused for a moment. Had it been inside her? I remembered my resolve and pushed that worry aside. Ran the cup under the water, then slapped it hard against a tile. It stuck, and I flicked the shaft to watch it bounce. Then looked questioningly at Lilly.

"It's OK for you with your strong arms." she grumbled. "But what am I going to do with that?" She gestured to the toy at her shoulder height. "I love sucking dick, but I have other needs. I doubt I can do a handstand on the edge of the bath to get it where I need it."

I pulled on it and was worried about how easy it was to detach. Then slapped it down at a better height and turned to go.

"Have fun." I said, as I walked through the door.

I turned to close the door as she dropped her towel. Damn! I saw her naked from behind and saw her side boob, as she stepped into the shower.

Just what I wanted! I thought I could keep it cerebral, but now my libido had a toe hold in the door.

I went off to make myself a coffee to distract myself.

About 10 minutes later I heard a scream of frustration. Lilly appeared from the bathroom in her robe and hurled the toy across the room. It missed the TV by inches.

"Fucking thing!"

I nearly said 'surely, un-fucking thing' but I'm not suicidal. She genuinely looked on the edge of tears.

"Want to try the egg?" I asked, and she nodded and stormed off to her room.

Grabbing the egg, lube and remote, I followed her. She lay on the bed with the towel covering her from upper chest to upper thigh. Opening the lube, I peeled off the little silver foil and gripped the base of the egg by the cord and applied the lube.

I held it out to her, and she shook her head.

"You do it." She held up her hands. "I can't grasp it and really can't stand any more frustration."

I could tell she was in no mood for my arguments against it. Dad did say extreme measures.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... please!" The last word was spoken with deep pleading.

"How?" I asked and got a raised eyebrow in response.

"Kneel on the bed next to me. I'm sure you can figure out the rest."

As I knelt next to her, she brought her feet up the bed and opened her legs. The towel covering her dipped between her legs, leaving her covered. But given what I was about to do, did that matter? Remembering the nappy changing, I tried to justify this, as if it was a necessary medical requirement. If she'd hurt herself more, I might have had to wipe her bottom or pat her dry after peeing.

This was... ok, this was different, but I tried to block out the sexual side. At least from me. Gripping the cord on the egg tightly, I moved my hand under the towel and blindly tried to figure out her anatomy. I'd done the 'groping in the dark' beginners' course, for naïve teenagers years ago. But the advantage of that was my fingers could tell me where I was going. Here, I had no feedback except her reaction.

After perhaps 30 seconds, of moving it about, trying to find her opening without success. I was feeling foolish.

"Oh, for fucks sake. I thought you at least knew what you were doing." she snapped.

I bit back my annoyed response, knowing she was frustrated and lashing out at anyone.

"Sorry! It's just..."

"I'm sorry, and I realise you're trying to keep this clinical. Look, I'm gonna need some lube, so..." She pulled the towel up and exposed her pussy to me. "Put some on your fingers and figure out where everything is. Just don't piss about. Please?"

Seeing her pussy in the flesh, weirdly made it easier. Because that was something that would never happen with my stepmother. It seemed to add a layer of disconnection between what I needed to do and to whom. Letting the egg hang from the ring on one hand, I lubed up my middle finger on the other and reached down.

Just before I touched her, I forced myself to remember who I was doing this too. I glanced at her and saw the anticipation on her face and was determined to get through this. The problem was before I'd moved out, I'd had many unwanted thoughts about her. Listening to her and dad together had coloured my dreams sometimes. I hated to admit that I'd imagined doing something like this, more than once.

The heat from her pussy was amazing, as were the fluids on her labia. I doubted she needed much lube, but the egg was pretty big.

"Sorry if I'm a bit prickly down there," she said carefully, staring at the ceiling. "I like to keep it shaved to encourage your dad."

I tried to block out the image of dad going down on her. But instead, the image of me doing it flooded my brain instead. Distracted, my finger pressed between her lips up to the first knuckle. She inhaled sharply, and I snatched my finger away.

Chastising myself for behaving like this was an onerous task. Hell, I loved this with girlfriends. Different context of course. I covered my reaction by adding more lube and returning to what I was doing.

As my finger sank back inside her again, she shivered, and her hips seemed to thrust towards me.

"You can just use your fingers if you want." She said with forced casualness. A rapidly growing list of probable outcomes, if we did that, sprang to mind. A list in almost all other circumstances I'd have been happy to complete. But my dad...

I smiled and shook my head in denial. Knowing that if it wasn't my step mum, I'd loved to have continued. Instead, I removed my finger and reached for the egg. Then an idea hit, and I placed the ring on my little finger and wrapped the cord around it and my ring finger. I created a tripod between my thumb and my first two fingers. Spreading my ring and little fingers to tension the cord against the other fingers.

"Is this going to fit?" I asked. Bringing the more stable egg towards her.

"Use your other hand to spread me open."

She shifted her feet and opened her legs wider, as I leant over and formed a V with my other hand and parted her lips. Revealing her pink and wet insides, releasing a waft of her scent to my nose. Placing the egg at her opening, I looked at her for a final confirmation. She gave me a pleading nod, and I pressed harder.

"Please," she asked, as I was too hesitant.

I grabbed the remote and clicked it onto level 1 and she stiffened. But I watched as it sank inside her and to me it looked like childbirth in reverse. Suddenly the pressure came off, as it passed through the tightest point. It even dragged a little extra cord inside.

I sat back and wiped my greasy fingers on my arms and placed the remote key fob on the bed near her hand. My erection was painful and undercut my pretence that this wasn't sexual for me. Lilly had noticed, but said nothing. Instead, she reached for the remote to turn it up. Only for it to sink into the soft duvet without the button activating.

She glared at me as if her beddings softness was my fault.

Chapter 6

I picked up the remote. "You have six settings. This is the lowest. Let's try them all."

I cycled through all six and waited.

"Four." she told me, and I set that going.

She mouthed a thank you and I was about to go, but she stopped me.

"Can you put a little pressure on the cord? I think it feels better near the entrance."

Reaching out I hooked the ring over a finger and wound the cord around another. Then I used my thumb on her thigh to gauge the pressure. It seemed to make a world of difference to me, that now I was an effective participant. It's one thing to facilitate, by helping her get the toys. Then insert it. Now I was actively taking part. I know I was splitting hairs, but...

"Tell me something," she asked me. "Tell me something I can fantasise about. Tell me what you'd be doing if I weren't your step mum?"

"Fuck!" I muttered, and she grinned. "I didn't mean that. Just; Jeez! Awkward." The last word I added in a singsong and camp voice.

Not sure what sort of fantasies she had, except the hint from dad that some were dark, I decided to keep it close to what was happening.

"If this was happening for real, then I'd remove that towel and drink in the sight of your naked body. Your full breasts and achingly hard nipples. I'd start by caressing the skin of your arms, teasing you, by touching so lightly, I'd barely be touching the hairs on your arms.

"But gradually I'd explore more of your body. Your belly and your upper chest. Working inevitably towards your breasts. Circling each in turn slowly. Stimulating every square millimetre, gradually working towards your puckered areola. Teasing their edges, until you beg me to touch you properly.

"Then I'd become more aggressive using my whole hand to massage the flesh and toy with the puckered areola and tease your nipples. Once you were panting, I'd swap from my hands to my mouth and start all over again on your breasts."

Lilly had her eyes closed and her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was rapid.

"I'd wait until you were close, before sucking on your nipples."

"Five!" She ordered, and it took a moment, to realise she meant me to turn up the egg.

I did it and started to apply intermittent pressure to the egg. Her hands shot up and under the towel to touch her own breasts but obviously the bandages thwarted her.

"I need a little more." She pleaded.

Given I was this far in, I didn't hesitate. I sucked my thumb and placed it over her clit.

"Yes, yes. My God, I need that, I'm so close. Just a little more."

I was rock hard and if I wasn't quick to end this, I'd do something we'd regret... afterwards. So, I leant forward and replaced my thumb with my tongue. The scent filled my nose as I pushed her over the edge to a huge climax.

As she panted and tried to recover, I sat back and to distract from the enormity of what I'd done, I made a note to change the bedding. I wasn't sure if she'd squirted, but she'd certainly cum a lot. I turned off the egg and walked woodenly to the kitchen to clean up.

Washing my hands and face, I tried to remind myself that I was helping out; at dad's request. It was what Lilly wanted. Or at least it was close enough to what she wanted. Her comment about just using my fingers, was said in such a way I knew if I had, she'd have been happy. Hell, I got the feeling that if I'd tried to fuck her, she'd have let me.

And we'd regret it afterwards. But that might have been my erection, whispering what it wanted to hear.

Chapter 7

About 20 minutes later Lilly appeared in a robe and gave me a huge hug from behind.

"I know that must have been awkward for you. But you've no idea how much better I feel. It was like having my brain wrapped in cotton wool and being unable to focus on anything. Like when you can't think straight when you get the flu."

"Do you want your pills now?" I asked, pointing at the clock.

"Crap, it's that time already."

I gave her the pills, and she swallowed them easily, but I spilt a little water on her chest. But she ignored it, and I was thinking of something else. My erection wasn't fully gone and Lilly noticed it with a smile. But never said anything.

We talked a little about shopping and meals until I noticed her voice change and her pupils were dilated.

"I hope you'll do that again. Especially the end bit." She said, "But you haven't really finished now."

I frowned and looked over. She rested an elbow on the breakfast bar and pulled her robe up exposing her naked arse.

"Unless you've left the egg in there to tease me all day, you should probably get it out."

She bent over and opened her legs. I could see her pussy, with the cord and ring hanging from it. I reached over and gave the cord a light pull, but nothing happened. So, I got to my knees behind her and hooked my finger through the cord and tried again.

This time there was some movement and a moan from Lilly. After several attempts I could see her juices flowing and her labia swell as the egg started to come out. I wondered if I should turn it on for the vibrations to help. But realised Lilly was probably going to demand round two if I wasn't quick. It popped from her and she let out a gasp and shuddered.

"Thanks, I was almost going to insist we go back to bed and go again."

She kissed me on the mouth, as I stood, and wandered off to take her drugged nap.

Part of me knew that this was about the best time for me to sneak in a wank. But I also knew if I did, I'd be thinking about my step-mum. Something I'd tried very hard not to, before I moved out. So instead, I hit the supermarket. I still had her card from buying the toys and if it was for us, it seemed fair.

Given that Lilly seemed to be only really eating once a day, I planned on something big. Steak and jacket potatoes were a go-to move, and I wondered about giant tiger prawns. But baulked at the price and settled on scallops. I'd marinade the shellfish in different flavours as a starter.

Then I thought about my favourite salad. I'm not one for limp salad leaves, but I make one with crunchy ingredients. Cabbage, celery, peppers, carrots, radish, garden peas and apple chunks soaked in lemon juice. The juice isn't for the flavour but stops the apple going brown. Add in a huge amount of salted peanuts and it's an excellent salad. I make it all the time as it goes with almost anything and is cheap for a student. And on the third day it's a great stir fry.

Lilly got up just before 6 pm, as I was ready to cook the scallops. One set was lemon juice and garlic, the next were lime juice and chilli flakes. While the last had a paste of tomato puree, smoked paprika and some liquid smoke. A word of advice: don't marinate lemon or lime juice too long, as the chemical reaction sort of cooks the flesh.

The meal was good, and we watched a couple of movies. Lilly sat next to me and ended up cuddling up against me. When it was time for bed, she asked me to join her. And this time asked me to not abandon her, part way through the night.

I followed her and paused as she slipped off her robe and climbed naked into bed. But the only light was from the open curtained windows, and I stripped down to my boxers and joined her.

"You can lose them as well if you want?" She said,

"I think I'd rather keep them on, thanks."

She chuckled but pressed up against my chest and kissed me deeply.

"Thanks for today. For the record, that kiss was to ensure I had happy dreams."

I was glad she'd sleep, as I was wide awake and hard as fuck. Regretting I'd not taken the chance to knock one out, when I had the chance. Especially when I eventually woke up with Lilly grinding her arse against my erection.

I was sure she was asleep, ok 90% sure, but the worrying thing was my dick had escaped the opening and was pressed between her buttocks.

The desire to shift my angle and press inside her was intense, but I held back. Promising myself to carve out some time to wank, at least three times. Even if Lilly caught me. No, that would not be a clever idea.

Chapter 8 - Wednesday

I got up before Lilly woke, showered and made coffee. Still half asleep from a poor night's sleep. I heard Lilly in the shower a brief time later and looked up from my coffee as she walked from the bathroom towards me.

Last night I saw her fully naked in the moonlight. Now I was seeing it in daylight and the sexy swing of her hips.

"I figured you'd seen it all anyway, and I hoped it would inspire you to give me some relief again."

"Should I get the egg or the other thing?"

"Can we stick to a more natural option?"

I knew what she meant, and I'd already had my fingers inside her pussy and licked it, so was it a big deal to just go with that? I smiled and nodded, but tried not to sound too keen. In the bedroom she handed me some lube. I looked a little surprised. Yesterday she'd shown no sign of needing it.

"I love it if you finger my arse at the same time. Gets me so hot at the idea of two at once."

She lay on the bed on her stomach, and I decided if we were going old school, then foreplay with a massage was the order of play. I straddled her thighs and started to massage but she stopped me.

"Naked please. I enjoy eye candy as much as you do."

That was a bad idea, but I'd no ready excuse except to say I'd fuck her if she wasn't careful. So, I stripped and resumed the massage. Trying hard to avoid my dick rubbing on her. For my sake more than hers.

Part way through, she rolled over and asked if I really would have done it like I'd described in my fantasy from yesterday. So, I treated her breasts as per my earlier fantasy. It was hard to keep control; as I sucked on her nipples, as she stroked my erection with her little finger. I was worrying that I was on the brink of a disastrous decision.

So, I quickly moved lower and fingered her pussy and toyed with her arse until she was writhing. I added in my mouth and tongue. The fact she was my step-mum didn't register. This was my lover, and I owed her the best orgasm my skills could provide.

As she got closer to the edge my focus shrank to a few square inches of flesh that could provide a world of pleasure. My mind cried out that I needed release, and I promised it I'd make sure to satisfy myself, once she was. Her orgasm was larger and louder than the last time. And I grinned in triumph, mentally throwing my arms up in victory and the knowledge I'd be next.

But that snapped me back to reality. This was my step-mum, and I'd just helped her with a semi-medical need. My pleasure was not a factor here.

"Good?" I asked, standing a little shakily.

"Wonderful." She said looking at my throbbing erection. "Want a hand with that?"

"No thanks." I blurted and snatched up my clothes. Fled the room and fled the house. Confused and conflicted. I heard Lilly call after me and I felt like a coward and a bastard for going. I never went far and returned in less than an hour to find Lilly pacing in her robe.

"I was so worried about you." she said.

"Sorry to worry you, I just needed to clear my head."

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

"I hate that I'm having to force you to do this. We'll stop. Nothing else."

"No," I replied simply and pushed her back, so we could see each other's faces.

"But..."

"But what's done is done. We can't make it go away and you're so much better than when I arrived. I need to be a rational grown up and deal with it. Obviously, it's something that stays between us. But stopping your 'treatment' is cruel at this point."

"You've no idea how relieved I am to hear that. I think I'd have lost my mind if you weren't here. Not just from the awkward stuff. I'm a people person; I need to be around people, and now I can't drive, even if I had a car. Having you here to talk to, eat with, makes me calm down. And the other stuff..."

"Yeah." I replied and ran my hand over the back of my head. Noticing the bumps of her nipples through her robe.

She saw where I was looking and spoke. "We should have talked about this like grownups before we got started. Obviously, you seeing me naked is bound to produce a response. In hindsight asking for you to be naked made it worse. When I felt your cock against my arse, I sort of rubbed against it hoping I'd work you up enough to take me."

"What? I'd never take you. I mean forcing myself on..."

"Shush!" She said, putting her finger to my lips. But with her hands bound up, it was closer to a slap.

"I never said taking me was against my will. I would be more than willing, but I love being taken. My lover takes 100% charge, and I do whatever they want." She gave a little shiver. "I have some dark fantasies in that area, and without you, I might have given in to one or another, and that would be very bad."

I wanted to ask, but it felt like prying, when I had a broad idea what she meant.

"The thing is..." She switched subjects. "I have a very firm belief in Karmic balance. And I'm fairly sure you've not had a chance to relieve yourself, like you have me?"

I didn't answer.

"So according to my karmic rules, I owe you for helping me. Not just for the stuff we did in bed. And I want to even that out. As you said this is just between us, so..."

"Fine." I replied and knew I was getting hard again. At this point I bowed to the inevitable, and stopped resisting it.

"Good, now because of the time in hospital and your dad being away. I'm down on my usual orgasm counter. So, I hope you're going to rectify that?" I couldn't help smiling, as she opened her robe and let it slip from her shoulders.

"I want you to strip off, then I'm going to show you why I was very popular in high school."

I was hard by the time I was naked, and she gestured me to the couch. Knelt in front of me and stroked me momentarily before putting the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

"I could give you a list of at least fifty guys, who I developed my expertise on doing this. I did say I was popular."

She sank down deep, until it hit the back of her throat, but she didn't gag. Just stretched her tongue as far as she could, to lick the underside of my dick.

"Damn, I thought I could take it all." She pressed it up against my abdomen, and tongued my balls.

I couldn't help groaning as she sucked on one.

"I could also give you a list of at least 8 girls who also benefited." She giggled at my expression. "I was very, very popular."

I could see why. If you could overlook her looks, which was hard, she was a gifted fellatrix. Not only experienced, but very enthusiastic. I wondered how long I could last.

"I want to try something else. But don't worry I will finish that blow job."

She stood up and started to straddle my legs. Reached out and pressed it away from her, then lowered herself to trap my dick between my stomach and her pussy. Rubbing up and down until I saw her labia wrap around the outside. A little like her mouth moments before.

She rocked forwards and back, pressing the shaft and head across her lips and clit. It would have felt wonderful, except she was prickly down there. It was obvious she was really getting off on this and I wanted that. But I couldn't help wincing a few times, as the prickles aggravated the most sensitive part of my dick.

"Shit sorry, I forgot! Let me try this."

She lifted up, and I saw the underside of my dick was slick with her juices and a little red at the tip. But I'd barely time to take that in when she pressed my dick to her opening. And lowered just enough for her lips to open and engage with her passage.

"Fuck!" I muttered.

"Yeah, it was inevitable really. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb."

She rocked up and down, taking more of me, inside her hot, wet pussy. She took her time until she finally had it all inside her.

"God, that's so good. Just let me get used to it."

I felt her clench her pussy, so I clenched and felt myself swell inside her and gained another 1/2 an inch. She gave me a look, and we alternated clenching, but we both knew it wasn't enough to get us off. My hands gripped her hips as a signal to fuck properly.

I was glad she was so worked up, as I was badly backed up and it was fast and frantic. My hands abandoned her hips and captured her breasts. Every so often I tilted her back so I could suckle her glorious nipples, lap at her areola, and kiss them all over.

"Harder," she ordered, and I had to abandon her tits and grip her hip.

"Slap my arse. Dig your fingernails into it."

I gave a half-hearted slap and gripped her tight as I thrust up and it seemed enough to trigger us both. Lilly climaxed; I thanked the gods I'd lasted, and shot into her a moment later.

As we recovered, I planted more kisses on her breasts.

"I think you really like them. As a reward for this, and all you've done and going to do for me. I grant you access to them whenever you want."

"Excuse me."

"From now on, you can ask me to show them to you. And you can do whatever you want, within reason."

"That's very tempting. Anytime?"

"Yep, however, you'll be responsible if we get caught. So, if you want me to flash you in the cereal aisle of the supermarket, you have to consider the cameras and other shoppers. But I'll do it. Remember, I said I love letting someone else take full control?"

I nodded, and she climbed off me.

"Fuck, that's a lot of cum." She said, pressing her hand between her legs.

"That's a lot of sexy woman," I replied.

Chapter 9

After she'd cleaned up, she asked me to take her shopping, and I suppressed a groan when she said she wanted some clothes for work.

Actually, it wasn't that bad... at first. The first two shops she was decisive and knew her sizes. She had me hold up mixes of blouses, jackets, skirts and fitted trousers. She had a good eye for colour and complimentary textures. And I was pleased to see, from my dad's wallet perspective, she didn't go overboard.

Then we went into a massive lingerie department. Bras and panties everywhere, and naturally, on a Wednesday morning, I was the only guy. And she was teasing me by speaking loudly and asking my opinions about the underwear. Showing me the most transparent and stupidly tiny things, the shop had. By the time we left, without buying anything, she was grinning like a loon. The other women were glaring at me, like I was a massive pervert. And I had to admit I was pretty hard.

The next shop was a younger woman's shop and Lilly chose only a couple of blouses and skirts before heading to the changing room. The short and morbidly obese security woman checked what Lilly had before gesturing to a changing room. I was a little pissed at that. I was carrying bags from a premium shop, with clothes worth 5 or 6 times what she had in her hands.

Lilly opened the curtain and gestured me inside.

"He can't go in there with you."

My step-mum brandished her hands showing her current disability.

"I can't do this myself. He's my son and I'm not letting you do it. So, I either get him to change my clothes out here in public, where I'm sure your manager will not be happy or..."

The woman's sour face doubled in sourness and gestured me inside the small cubicle with mum.

Mum held up her hand for me to keep silent for about 20 seconds.

"My god, what a little Hitler. I bet she spends all day listening at the curtains in case she hears something remotely salacious. Probably goes home to touch herself thinking about the day she actually does her job and catches a thief. What a dyke." It was kinda loud, and I heard a gasp. "It's not like you're gonna see me naked for fucks sake. Only some pervert would think I'd drag my son in here unless it was vital."

There was a rustle of material outside as the guard waddled off.

Christ, Lilly could be brutal. Especially as I had to undress her, knowing she had no underwear on. When she was naked, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. Rubbing up against me, obviously getting a kick from the danger of discovery.

"When I got my first job and had to buy my own clothes. With limited money I went to cheap stores and in one I was trying on clothing in a crappy changing cubicle. The curtains wouldn't close, and I noticed an older guy, with wife and daughter, and he was peeking at me.

"I was flustered for about 30 seconds and was shocked to find it 'a turn' on. Yes, I liked showing off; but, to someone as old as my dad? What shocked me more, was I didn't step behind the curtain. But I just pretended I'd not seen him. And wished I had nicer underwear."

Lilly faced the mirror and backed into me. Pulling my hands over her naked breasts.

"Obviously, he had to hurry off after his family. But it set up a fantasy where he stepped into the cubicle with me and watched me change. Then something happened that pushed that fantasy in a new direction. It was another time shopping, and I was with friends and boyfriends. My boyfriend was a cheeky shit and constantly trying to show me off to his friends.

"I'm not saying I objected too much, but I had to keep up the pretence, to avoid annoying my friends. Anyway, I was in a changing cubicle and my boyfriend was outside talking to me. I had my jeans off and he pushed the curtain open to peek in at me. But not just him, but two of his friends as well. I blushed and tugged the curtain back, but I was horny as hell afterwards.

"A little later, he raised the bar massively. I was in another cubicle and my friends said they were heading to the next shop. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and my boyfriend and the two other guys barrelled into the space. I was still fully dressed, but I swore at them and told them to get out. But my boyfriend told me to keep my voice down, if I didn't want to be caught.

"It was really tight with four of us in there and my boyfriend was behind me. He reached around me and, in a flash, had the zip of my top undone and my bra clad breasts on display. Given all three had seen me in a bikini it wasn't that big a deal. Even if it was naughtier in my bra and where we were.

"Then he pushed my top off and scared me, by pushing my bra straps off my shoulders. Showing off my bra was one thing but getting me topless was too much. But at the same time, I was positively creaming my panties. My bra was fairly substantial, so it wasn't like my tits just popped out. But it was the thought that counted.

"I'd never know what might have happened. As someone's phone rang, it was my friend, looking for her boyfriend. It seemed to break the spell, and the guys realised they'd crossed a line and slunk off."

"Were you annoyed with your boyfriend?"

"A bit, but mainly that he didn't finish what he started. It was hours before I could get him alone and demanded he eat my pussy."

She pulled one of my hands down between her legs. I nearly forgot where we were; I bent her over to have sex right there. I only fingered her for about 1 minute, before licking my fingers clean and dressing her. She pouted in exaggerated disappointment. Until we stepped outside to see the guard trying to work back towards our cubicle, casually. That was close.

In the car, on the way home, she continued talking. Admitting that the three guys in the cubicle with her had opened up a world of darker fantasies. She'd imagine something similar, but with strangers. They would strip and fondle her, then 'force' her to suck them. She made air quotes around the 'force', as she tried to explain the difference between non-consent and reluctant submission.

Something that confused me.

She took her pills and told me to come to bed with her. Despite what had happened earlier, I managed to restrain myself from more than fondling and kissing before she fell asleep. For which I felt falsely virtuous. Not fucking my step mum once, didn't make up for having already done it. And I was sure it would happen again.

And I was right, kind of. That evening after a light meal, I set out a bath for her, with lots of bubbles, a candle and sparkling wine. My reward for my efforts was to choose whatever sexy lingerie I wanted her to wear. And have her lay with her head on my lap for most of the night.

OK, when I say with her head on my lap, that's not entirely accurate. It might be more honest to say, she held my dick in her mouth for hours. Not actively trying to get me off, not more than twice anyway. She admitted she sucked her thumb longer than she should, but her preferred substitute was a dick, hard or soft. I'll admit I was hard for far longer than I thought possible.

I took her to bed late, I made a show of stripping her, and exploring her body like it was mine to own. Pressing her to the bed and teasing her with my hands and mouth before ensconcing myself between her legs and earned extra karmic credits. Bringing her off three times in an hour.

Afterwards, she complained that she was too tired to go again, despite wanting me to fuck her again.

Chapter 10 - Thursday

On Thursday morning, I woke up in my step-mum's bed and stretched as I heard her in the shower. It was amazing how you can cope with a new normal. Only a few days ago I'd have described our relationship as polite acceptance. We both loved my dad and therefore had to accept the other whether we liked it or not.

The shower stopped and a few moments later she walked, naked, into the bedroom, towelling off. The sandwich bags over her hands looked a little incongruous. She smiled at me ogling her perfect body.

"I was hoping we could take advantage of the nice weather and go out for some fresh air, this morning," she said.

I slipped from the bed, equally naked and she let out a sound of appreciation. Stepping over, I kissed her and fondled her breasts. A reward I'd earned, that would apparently continue after dad returned; with discretion, of course. I pressed my erection to her abdomen.

"Any chance of help with that?" I asked.

"Of course, but not now. I promise it will be worth the wait, but I want to live out something nasty."

I groaned, as I got a sinking feeling. Then she kissed me and sent me off for a shower. When I returned, she was dressed in a denim skirt and a sweatshirt, but I had to fasten the skirt and tie up the laces on her boots.

"There is a park outside the city with hiking trails and picnic spots. I'd like to go there. Bring a water bottle, as we will be gone all morning."

In the car I was glad we were heading out of the city as the traffic the other way was bad. Even if rush hour was over.

"The fantasy I have is that I'm out jogging in this park. I run past a group of teenage boys bunking off school and drinking beer. If there was anyone with me, I might have said something. It's a sweltering day and I'm wearing a sports bra and yoga pants.

"I hear them talking about me as I jog towards them, making crude comments about my tits bouncing around. As I run past, I hear talking about my fine ass and what they'd like to do to it. One guy calls out and offers me a beer if I'd come and sit with them, but I ignore it and run on. Hoping they'd be gone before I returned."

Remembering her other story about the changing room and boys pushing their way in, I figured I had an idea where this was going.

"When I jogged back, they were still there, but one jumped up to block my way. Saying I was rude for ignoring him and his friends. I called him an asshole and tried to get past him. But he grabbed me and bundled me into the woods with his friends in tow.

"They stop in a small clearing about one hundred feet from the path. Two guys were gripping my wrists and the leader stood in front of me. The others were hanging back. They were talking about what a hot piece of arse I was. And to prove their point, the guys holding me groped my arse.

"I realised two things, the first was they weren't interested in robbing or beating me. And the second, I was horny. The leader grabbed my sports bra and yanked it off, tossing it into the trees. Then they all feasted on my exposed tits. Before I had hands all over me.

"The next thing I know I'm on my knees with my back to a tree and the leader is taking his belt off. I'm scared, but he looped it around my neck and the tree then let me go. I knew I could get it off, as they'd left my hands free; but each of the five were pulling out their cocks.

"The leader knelt in front of me and pulled my yoga pants down and ran his finger over my pussy. Bringing it up to show us all how wet it was. He presented his cock to my mouth, and I sucked it. As I did, I saw the others all wanking and waiting their turn.

"The leader didn't last long, but when he stepped aside, he went back to finger my pussy. That set the others off, and they mauled at my tits as I sucked them. They all took turns, and I climaxed multiple times, before they let me go and they rushed off. Leaving me to find a stick to get my bra from the tree."

She finished her story, as I pulled into the carpark, at the park she wanted. She smiled at me as she got out of the car. The story confused me, as it seemed like something traumatic. But I was still hard at the idea and Lilly's nipples gave me no doubt how she felt about it. They poked out through her shirt, like they were keen to escape.

We followed a trail that wound around the hill, with picnic spots about every one-hundred yards. After about 10 minutes, we stopped at one and sat. With the trees behind us going up the hill, and a vast vista, overlooking the city, in front of us. It was a great view.

After a few minutes she looked around then got up and headed into the trees. Jumping a narrow gully and into the underbrush. I followed, and she stopped about fifty feet from the picnic table, and we were perhaps 20 feet higher. There was a letterbox view between the taller trees and the underbrush. Making the picnic table the perfect viewing place for what I thought was going to happen.

As I expected she handed me the cord from her robe and gave me a hopeful smile. It was still early, and the carpark had been nearly empty. I suspected dog walkers and joggers were all we'd have to worry about.

As per her fantasy, I removed her top and tossed it aside and tied her by the throat to the tree. Although I made sure it was loose and almost any pressure on the knot would pull it loose. But it was the action that mattered. Being restrained, however feebly, Lilly was now under my control, and I checked the path before revealing my erection.

In a low voice that wouldn't carry, she said. "Oh no, please don't take advantage of me."

But I replied in character and pressed my dick to her face. She pretended to resist for about 2 seconds, then sucked me in like a vacuum cleaner. My hands rested on her head, but she needed no encouragement. Until a few minutes in, she stopped. I glanced about and saw why.

An elderly couple had stopped at the picnic table. She was overweight and sat heavily and while we couldn't hear them. The husband's body language was encouraging her to get up and keep going. Lilly resumed sucking, then paused again as the woman stood and looked in our direction. The old lady paused and raised her hand to block the sun and look into the trees. But her husband was already walking away.

So, she turned and walked away. Lilly went back to sucking me, like she was dying of thirst, with my cum as the only cure.

"Wait, I need you in me." She gasped and jumped up. Proving my knot was safe. She pulled her skirt up as she put her shoulder to the tree and stuck her arse out at me. "Just don't cum in me, I want it on my face."

Lilly had both hands over her mouth, to muffle the sound my pounding was eliciting. But I was worried the tree was swaying. It was almost like the foliage above was waving a flag, for someone to investigate why that one tree swayed with no wind.

Luckily, living out one of Lilly's nastiest fantasies, had her so worked up, she climaxed quickly and spun around to get me off. I shot a massive load over both cheeks before she decided she wanted the rest in her mouth.

"Photos," she said, while trying to keep the cum on her tongue.

Against my better judgement, I pulled out my phone and snapped a close up of her face with cum all over it and the rest on her tongue. Then stepped back and took in her naked tits. She shifted her knees apart and pulled her skirt up to reveal a puffy and abused pussy.

"I'm looking forward to seeing those, on the big TV at home!"

She got up without cleaning up and ambled casually back to the path. Leaving me to grab her shirt. By the time I caught up to her she'd hopped over the gully and stood with her hands on hips looking out over the city.

I managed to get her shirt on, but she refused to clean the cum off her face. We got back to the car and home, without anyone seeing. Just in time for her pills. She took them and we got naked and slipped into bed. This time we just cuddled, as she slept.

Chapter 11

That evening I remembered what she'd said about needing people about and dressed her in a button through dress and took her out for a meal. It was only a pizza and cheese stuffed jalapenos in crispy breaded coating. But I hand fed her, and she loved that. Loved the attention I was giving her, and I kinda felt sad for her. Dad wasn't the type of guy to do that for her.

She asked to be taken to a local park afterward, and we walked around the lake and watched a couple of floodlit basketball courts, busy with players. But it was getting cold.

"I wish I'd brought a jacket, just so I could offer it to you." I said, and she smiled with my arm around her waist.

When we got home, she asked me to get us naked, and I lay on the sofa with her laying in front of me. We were about to watch a movie when she remembered the photos from the morning.

"Quickly get them on the TV, there should be a cable already plugged in."

It took a moment to plug in the phone, but longer to figure out how to get them on the TV. Lilly slipped off the sofa and knelt in front of the TV, entranced with how she looked.

"Fuck, I look like some nasty slut! God, that's so hot."

"Not disappointed it was only me?"

She turned, grinned, and shook her head. Hitting the button to cycle through the photos.

"It's a fantasy, I'd probably faint in reality."

The look of lust she gave me was a little scary.

"Get my phone and set it up to record us. I'm gonna fuck your brains out. And bring the lube."

I set the phone up on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and she insisted I record us, on my phone as well. It started with a blow job, where she knelt on the sofa next to me. Then she stood, put one leg behind my head, so I could lick her without blocking the view.

She had me fuck her doggy style, then finished off with reverse cowgirl, exaggerating movements for the camera. Then she had me cum over her tits and scooped it off for the camera. I thought we were done. But, she wanted more. Sucked me hard again, then insisted on something tricky.

She knelt on the sofa, but with her forearms on the floor. She held her phone to record her reaction, as I stood on the sofa behind her and filmed, as I pressed against her arsehole. Having to apply a lot of pressure to enter her secret hole.

I thought Lilly was responsive normally, but having my dick in her arse seemed to drive her wild. Demanding I fuck her dirty hole, treat her like a slut and so on. Not my cup of tea, but obviously Lilly loved it. And it wasn't long before I brought out the egg, and turned it up to five and pressed it to her clit.

You'd have thought I'd attached electrodes to her from her scream, and she clamped down on me. I feared she'd snap my dick off, but she was cumming hard and seemed unable to stop. That set me off, and I pumped my second load into her.

I was genuinely worried after I pulled out and helped her up, as she was completely out of it. On the floor, was a definite puddle from her squirting. After ending the recordings, I took her into the shower after bagging up her hands.

The warm water and time allowed her to recover, and she was a little embarrassed how she'd reacted and wanted to watch the videos. I suggested we wait until the morning, and she agreed, reluctantly.

Chapter 12 - Friday

In the morning, she insisted we copy the photos and videos between phones via my laptop and asked if we could watch them side by side. Which was tricky, but we managed it.

"Do you think you could edit them into a single video so I could watch them? Or the best bits from both?"

I wasn't sure but promised to look into it.

Then she insisted we hit the shops, and she bought a Gorilla tripod for her phone and insisted we go back to the park. This time she was dressed in her yoga pants and sports bra from her fantasy.

When we got to the picnic table from the previous day, she admitted she had a second version of the previous fantasy. In this one, they tied her to the table and fucked her from behind, while she sucked them off one by one. Then she produced a pair of boot laces, set the phone on the tripod, at the end of the table and set it to record.

She sat and pressed her hands flat on the table and gripped the other side. I looked about, but we were there even earlier than the previous day. I tied her wrists tightly, at her instructions, and tugged her sports bra up, as she knelt on the bench. Her perfect breasts hung down as I peeled her yoga pants down and kissed her buttocks.

Knowing we had little time, I pressed into her sopping pussy in a single thrust, and she was thrusting back and panting and moaning from the outset. Saying I was a beast, for taking her like this. Which is why I wasn't paying enough attention to our surroundings.

A dog bounded up, and the owner was standing off to one side staring in shock. Fuck, if he thought I was assaulting her.

"It's not what it looks like." I blurted and Lilly's head shot around open-mouthed to look at the guy.

He was about forty and respectable.

"It's her fantasy I'm giving her, right?" I asked Lilly.

But she was fucking me faster and moaning.

"You can feel my tits, or I can suck you if you want." She offered, and the guy came closer.

I'm not sure if he thought this was a prank. Set up to entrap him. Or the sight of the camera on the bench. But he stopped, then moved in and fondled her tit for a moment.

"Erm; have fun. If I see anyone else, I'll call out. Come on Charlie." He called his dog.

"Fuck! That was so hot," Lilly panted.

I wasn't so sure, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

We heard him call out a loud hello to someone and scrambled to set ourselves out. I yanked her pants up and fixed her sports bra as she sat. We'd not have time to untie her, and I panicked.

"Sit." She told me and sniggered. "Your cock is still out."

I sat and pulled my shirt over my erection to hide it, as the old couple came into view. Then I placed my hands over Lilly's, hiding the boot laces around her wrists. We both looked rather flushed as the old lady approached and asked to sit for a moment.

She smiled at us as if taking us for some young lovers holding hands like that. She'd change her mind if she looked under the table. Her husband told us her doctor had ordered her to get more exercise, and she grumbled and had him help her up.

Lilly was sniggering and trying to still be silent, as I tucked myself away and untied her. I insisted we go home, and she agreed. But only if we finished off while we watched the video together. However, it was time for her pills when we got in and she took them and went to bed alone. Not wanting to fall asleep part way through.

Just as we finished our evening meal, there was a knock on the door, and it was a woman from mum's work. Bringing flowers and chocolates for her from her friends. She looked a little shocked to see mum, in just a thin robe. But mum explained she could dress that way by herself. Otherwise, I'd have to help and that would be awkward.

It was pretty obvious the woman was a gossip and wasn't in a hurry to go. So, I went out and returned an hour later to find she was still there. So, I made the excuse I was going to take a bath and entered the bathroom and used the other door to enter the bedroom. Sitting on the bed.

Lilly came to find me, when her friend finally left, and was pleased to see me waiting. She slipped off her robe and ordered me to set up the video. She was already on her knees, naked in front of the TV, by the time I followed her. Instead of diving right in, I used her old vibrator on her, until she was begging for my dick.

I figured this was the last time, as dad was due back sometime tomorrow. So, I was taking my time. After a few minutes of encouraging me, Lilly got the message and allowed me to set the pace. It might have been slower, but it was good, and Lilly climaxed twice, before I pumped my load into her pussy.

I don't think either of us really watched what we'd recorded. So, I did the transfer on the phones and my laptop again, before we headed to bed early. Where Lilly sucked me for more than an hour. She explained that sometimes she'd watch TV with my dad, get bored and pull his cock out and play with it for hours. Sometimes she gets him off and others, she'd insist on him sharing the pleasure with her pussy.

But towards the end, it was obvious she'd set her goal, with me cumming in her mouth again.

I woke around 5 am and needed the bathroom. Then realised we'd no idea when dad was coming home. It was supposed to be Sunday evening, but after a phone call between her and him, he'd agreed to come home earlier. She'd both berated him for leaving her and teased him saying my 'treatment' of her was better than his. Implying that we'd done naughty things. Which we actually had. Which I thought was playing with fire.

Either way, I returned to the sofa to sleep, just in case dad got the red-eye. Which, when he walked through the door around 9am and found me asleep on the sofa, proved to be a great intuition. He looked so relieved to see me and promised he'd see me all right for my time. Then hurried to the bedroom and opened the door.

Lilly erupted naked from the bed and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

"The door." Dad urged, unable to do anything in her arms.

She looked at me and winked, then closed the door.

I jumped up and dressed, hearing them talk.

"He saw you naked."

"So, he's seen more than that."

"What?"

"Relax, I'm teasing. Although I did slip in the shower and he had to help me up. But he was a perfect gentleman and covered me with a towel first. Anyway, I know you love to show me off."

I was out of the door, as quickly as I could manage it. Not wanting dad to question me, I was always bad at lying to him. It was only when I was halfway home, did I realise it made me look a little guilty.

However, as I showered, I heard a message coming in on my phone. When I checked it was from Lilly a poorly spelled. Obviously struggling to text with her little fingers.

The gist was she'd welcomed dad home in the usual way and thanked me for helping her out. I realised she couldn't say more in case dad found it. But it was a little dismissive.

And that was it, or so I thought.

The end (for now)

[I do have a partially plotted 2nd part to this story. But that depends on if this story is a hit.

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