She felt his hands, they were warm and soothing, go around her waist. He pressed his body up against her; it too was warm like his hands. She caught a faint whiff of cologne emanating from his body as she tried to figure out what to say.
She knew saying yes to drinking another glass of wine would make her hopelessly drunk while leaving her in a desperately vulnerable position, yet how could she say no?
"Please Mommy," he whispered quietly in her ear. His voice contained an innocent, pleading quality to it; one that melted her heart.
After murmuring her assent, she downed the full glass of wine in three large gulps.
The buzz hit her now, hard, as she usually limited herself to just a single glass or, at most, a glass and half of wine. Feeling dizzy and utterly vulnerable, she stood there swaying on her feet.
"I remember how once, a long time ago, you told me you wanted twins. Do you remember that?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes," she whispered back.
"Well I have been granted certain powers and I have used them to give you not twins Mommy, but triplets. I have split myself into three identical beings, or entities, if you want to call us that, but remember no questions, just accept what I say to be true."
Gail was really too stunned, not to mention too fucking buzzed now, to do anything but accept what he said as being the gospel truth.
A voice, very similar, without being quite the same one as was speaking before, now was whispering in her other ear. "Of course she accepts it as being true."
A pair of hands grabbed her left hand while a second set took hold her opposite hand, holding it tight while yet another voice, again similar but yet distinct from the other two said, "You do it accept it Mother, there being three of us?"
To emphasize this point of there being three of them, Gail felt a third set of hands gently kneading her bare shoulders.
She felt both of her hands being lifted just before a pair of gentle kisses were placed on the back of each of them... while a third kiss was gently placed on her cheek. The three simultaneous kisses left no doubt: she had three horny little ghosts/entities on her hands.
As if to emphasize this point exactly, William's voice spoke up. "See three of us, Mom. There can be no doubt now."
"Yes... no doubt," Gail mumbled even though her alcohol addled mind was having a hard time grasping how William was suddenly now William plus two. Well, it was either that or she had went stark raving mad.
"Please the dark... I want to see you guys... beside I don't like the dark, honey. You know that!"
"Yes, you will have light again... Once we get you settled over at the vanity table. I imagine after all that wine you drank down so quickly you do need to sit and relax, huh?"
"I do," she whispered as she felt herself being guided by three pairs of hands across the dark bedroom toward her vanity table.
Once she got settled down on the vanity bench facing the mirror she whined again, "Please the dark, I don't like it and you promised."
The words were just out of her mouth when the three large pillar candles spaced evenly out on the vanity table all concurrently flared to life.
Gail let out a gasp. In the dim candle light she could see them now! Their images were there, reflected in the vanity's table large mirror. The six legged vanity table bench was both wide, sixteen inches, and long, sixty two inches, allowing two of her boys to sit on either side of her. The third one was behind her, standing up. All three of them were dressed identically in faded blue jeans and matching black tee shirts.
At first glance they all looked to be about the same as William did the night he died with their golden brown hair being long and wild looking--just the way she liked it.
Their complexions all glowed with youthful masculinity, while the smiles they all bore on their incredibly handsome faces spoke of untold mischief.
But it was that look of absolute playful mirth, one she knew so well, on the face of the one standing on his feet, directly behind her, telling Gail this one was the real and original William.
Gail, happily surprised she could finally see them, started to cry out. "Hey I can see you--" The words died on her lips as she turned away from the mirror to exam her "boys" closer but found they were no longer there.
"Yeah, but only in the mirror," William told her from behind.
Her wine buzz was really beginning to kick in now, as she giggled before answering, "Wow... this is so freaky."
She turned back to the mirror, staring first at the two boys flanking her. They appeared, on closer examination, to be both a bit smaller than William in both general size and weight.
Wanting to test things again, Gail turned her eyes from the mirror, looking first to her left, and then her right. There was nothing. "Yeah, really freaky," she mumbled to herself.
Deciding to focus her attention on the mirror, if only so she could see them, it would be less weird that way, Gail stared straight ahead and into the mirror with her eyes locking onto William's soft brown eyes as he continued to stand motionless behind her. They gazed at each other for a long drawn out moment as she held her breath, once again, waiting for whatever might come next.
Finally he began to speak. "Mother, this is your second chance."
He paused for a moment as his hands stroked her beautiful blonde hair. Continuing in the same matter of fact tone of voice, he said, "To deny us... any of us, as you denied me that night I died what we all so desperately want, and came so close to having will doom me and my two brothers here to an eternity in the cold darkness."
The one to her right reached over and took her hand into his before leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Will you deny us again, Mommy?"
Now the other one on her left chimed in. "Please Mommy, do not deny what all of our hearts want. Do not deny our desires again, otherwise... cold, eternal darkness awaits us."
They all fell silent then. Gail took a deep breath, she could sense them all studying her, waiting for her answer.
Finally she managed to find her tongue. "W-what is it... that... that my lovely, darling boys all desire."
Although she asked the question in all innocence, somewhere, deep down inside, she knew the answer to her question already, but still when she heard it, the shock was more than a little profound.
William, being the obvious leader of the three, spoke up again as he dropped his hands down, massaging her bare shoulders. "What we want, what we desire is simple, Mother," he whispered in her ear.
Removing one hand off of her shoulder, he used it to gently turn her face back around toward him. Planting a light kiss on her cheek, he whispered, "This is what we want."
Kissing her other cheek, he added, "And this."
The one on her left reached up, and just like his brother, used his hand to turn her face toward him. "This too is what we need."
Gail closed her eyes, it made things easier, as she felt another light kiss falling on her forehead.
A whispered voice, urgent and needy, told her, "But most of all we need this."
This time the kiss fell on her lips. It lingered, setting her heart on fire. She was too what, too drunk, too shocked, both maybe, to pull back from this kiss--or maybe she simply did not want to.
Her face was turned again, back to her left. Another kiss landed on her lips, desperate and aggressive, she could feel his pent up passion as his kiss hung there for several long seconds. She wanted to pull back, knowing she was being led down a forbidden path by their not so innocent kisses, but simply lacked the will power to resist.
She felt a tongue being pressed into her mouth. It swirled around briefly, taking her breath away before she felt her face being turned finally back toward William.
Immediately, he assaulted her lips with an overtly aggressive series of kisses, his tongue twisting and turning in her mouth--a tongue she gladly accepted. His hands gently rubbed along her bare shoulders as their kiss continued, unabated, before he finally released her after several long breathless seconds, only to hand her off to the one on the right.
This one gave her several light, airy kisses, romantic more than aggressive, but, ominously, she felt the hands on her shoulders floating down, threatening her breasts.
Just before they were reached their goal, Gail's internal defense mechanisms kicked in as she brought her own hands up knocking the threatening hands away at the last possible moment.
If she would have been alone with William only, she probably would not have resisted, but with the three of them there, she felt it necessary, for some reason, not to give in so easy.
Determined to put up some resistance, if only to see how they might react, Gail pulled her mouth away from one of the younger brother's kisses. Although they were triplets, according to William, and therefore the same age, still, she thought of the other two as his "younger brothers".
Trying to make her voice as firm as possible Gail spoke aloud, "No, you can't do that!"
William immediately snapped back with a forceful command of his own. "Hold her hands boys."
Fixing her eyes on William in the mirror, she resolved to make her voice nice and firm. She would challenge his apparent authority... only if to see what might happen. After all, as explained by William, she was the mother of all three of them.
"You two boys release me... now... Do as your mother commands."
When, instead of releasing her, she felt their grip on her hands only tighten, she knew she may be in a bit of trouble here.
"You have no control over them. Only I do... Now I don't want to hear any more of your silly protests. In fact, remain silent unless I command you to speak. Do you understand me?"
Gail's mind was whirling. William had never spoken to her like this before, never defied her as such, but then again things had changed a bit hadn't they!
Making an impulsive decision, she decided to test how serious he was about wanting to be in control.
Mustering all of her strength, Gail violently flailed her arms up and down. Catching them off guard, their grip on her hands first loosened, then gave way completely.
She jumped to her feet, using her free hands to push backwards against William as he stood behind her.
Before any of them could react, Gail was actually free and making her way across the bedroom toward the bathroom. She had no real plan at this point, and if she was to be completely honest, she equally hoped to both escape and to get caught, and considering how there was three of them, and she was wearing high heels in her mad dash to freedom, she figured her chances of actually reaching the bathroom were about... nil.
She heard William barking out orders as she stumbled across the bedroom. "Go get her. Hurry... and you go to the closet and get..."
She couldn't hear what else he said as he dropped his voice--just before the bedroom went dark.
"Damn it," Gail whispered as she stopped maybe halfway to the bathroom, caught off guard by the sheer darkness of her bedroom. Expecting to be attacked at any moment, she held her breath.
When the expected attack did not materialize, she slowly lurched forward toward the general direction of the bathroom.
Slowly, drunkenly, Gail weaved her way across the dark bedroom, being just able to make out the contours of the closed bathroom door.
She reached the door to her bathroom and paused, her hand on the doorknob. Was I really hoping they would not allow me to escape? Gail wondered to herself.
The bedroom was perfectly silent. Maybe they had actually left? She felt a twinge of regret at this thought as she stood there, hand on the door knob, waiting.
When still nothing happened she sighed, her disappointment growing at being allowed to escape from their greedy, lustful clutches.
She was just twisting the knob to open the bathroom door when the attack finally came.
Like a flimsy piece of paper caught in a powerful, swirling wind, Gail felt herself being scooped up and twirled around in a pair of strong arms.
He pressed her against his chest, as she let out a small shriek before yelling, "Hey... put me down."
Her pleas and her struggles were both ignored as she felt herself being draped over his powerful arms and easily carried across the bedroom.
Despite her intense flailing about, despite her beating her fists on his chest, despite her continued pleas to be put down, she found herself once more being pushed down into a sitting position on the bench in front of her vanity table.
A whispered voice, William's voice, he who was firmly in charge now, came out of the darkness. He was somewhere nearby and behind her. "Now that was fun wasn't it?" he said mockingly.
"Yes, loads," she murmured back as she sat there... docile as a lamb now. She had used the last vestiges of her strength in her aborted escape to freedom.
"Would you like the candles to come back to life, Mother," he asked her flatly.
Gail made another decision now. She tried fighting--and failed--so now she would try being sweet. Making her voice as soft as possible she said, "If it's not too much of a bother, honey, your mommy would really appreciate it."
"Hmm... Mommy, I like that. Now if you would do one thing for me I will gladly make the candles come to life again... Mommy."
"Anything, sweetheart," she whispered as she sensed him coming up behind her.
His hands, both warm and strong were kneading her shoulders as she let out a gentle sigh.
"That feels good," she whispered.
"You don't want me to stop?" he whispered in her ear.
"No," she said.
"And you want some light too."
"Yes" she murmured.
"OK then all you have to do is put your hands behind your back and then just relax... don't fight it."
Quietly she obeyed, tucking her hands behind her back.
Almost immediately, she felt something soft being wrapped around her wrists, and then being pulled tight.
"What is that, honey," she asked softly. "What are you doing to Mommy's hands?"
"One of your scarves from the closet. We are simply securing your hands so we don't have a repeat of what just happened. Remember I was a boy scout so, yeah, we know how to make a knot... nice and secure... so don't bother struggling."
"I won't. I plan on being very good from now on honey... for all of you."
The candles flared to life once again. Blinking her eyes, in the dim candle light, she saw all three of their reflections in the mirror.
Just like before, his two "helpers" plopped down on the bench, one on each side, while he gently nudged her forward, before squeezing in so he was sitting directly behind her on the wide vanity bench.
It started slowly, a coordinated, tender attack upon her body by all three of them at the same time. The bold leader, William, sitting behind her, dropped his hands to her shoulders, soothingly working them back and forth across them.
"The kisses we shared earlier were nice huh, Mommy," William cooed in her ear.
"Yes... yes they were sweetheart," Gail replied.
Their eyes met in the mirror. "Can we have some more?" he asked gently.
"Pretty please," the one on the left whispered, while stroking her bare arm.
"With sugar on top," the other to her right added while also stroking her bare arm.
"Yes, of course," Gail murmured.
All three of them took turns now kissing her with the one on the right being first. Slipping one arm around her waist, he drew her closer to him. Their lips met and parted in an increasingly passionate series of kisses. As they shared their kisses, she felt his other hand go to her thigh nearest to him, and begin massaging it in small circles.
Her face was twisted to her left. Immediately her lips were assaulted by an ardent sequence of kisses while his hands also went to work. One went around her waist, pulling her his way, while the other went to her tummy, rubbing it all around.
At some point, during this latest sequence of kisses, the dam burst for Gail. She could no longer control her passions. Her tongue came sliding out, slipping into her son's mouth.
He responded eagerly, pushing his own tongue into her mouth and swirling it around several times.
"My turn," the voice whispered behind her. She felt her face being turned and then an aggressive tongue was pressed into her mouth. The sheer forcefulness of this kiss sent her careening toward the edge of a vast forbidden abyss of sexual delight.
When she responded by pressing her own tongue into his mouth, she felt herself tumbling down into the abyss.
They kissed, tongues battling for a few glorious seconds before he pulled his mouth back.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, William said, "I want you to do something for us."
"W-what do... do you want me to do," Gail nervously stammered.
"Just relax and watch, look at the mirror so you can see our hands... as they begin to pamper you."
Gail took a deep breath before focusing her eyes on the mirror.
Their hands were everywhere now, all at once. There was a pair still patiently massaging her shoulders, helping to relax her. There was a hand each, on both of her arms, moving up and down slowly, massaging them, while still yet there were two more hands on her well-toned tummy, moving around in circles.
Slowly, inexorably, Gail watched as all their hands began to converge on one central location. The hands massaging her shoulders showed the way, slipping down to cup her delicious breasts through her beautiful white strapless bra.
Two more hands, the ones that had been skating around on her tummy, rose up to follow suit. They began to knead her tits just as the remaining two hands, the ones that had been so tenderly massaging her arms up and down, joined in the fray.
Looking in the mirror, Gail saw the incredible sight of six probing, exploring, playful hands all kneading her tits. Tearing her eyes off the mirror, she looked down at her chest, witnessing the tremendously, bizarre sight of her tits being manipulated through her bra by so many unseen hands as she could clearly see the fabric of her bra being pushed in and out as the invisible hands worked their magic.
Not able to help herself, Gail struggled involuntarily against the scarf binding her wrists together. The effect caused her generous tits to jiggle inside the tight confines of her strapless bra.
Then came a whispered voice in her ear. "That's it Mommy... struggle some more, make those big tits of your jiggle and juggle... we like the way that looks."
Gail, wanting to please her adoring sons, did exactly as requested. This time, she purposefully struggled mightily against the scarf causing a more pronounced jiggle to be added to her tits.
"Look at the way Mommy's struggles make her boobies bounce, huh," one of the two twins whispered before giggling.
The kneading of her tits became more pronounced, more urgent, causing Gail to let out a loud sigh as she possessed a real weakness for having her tits played with in such a rough, yet gentle manner.
There was a brief pause as all six of the hands retreated at the same time.
Then came a whispered voice in her ear. "Watch Mommy, not in the mirror, but instead look down at your chest."
She obeyed, tilting her head down to stare at her chest and was rewarded with the surreal sight of her bra being ever so slowly peeled down from the top edge by those indistinguishable hands.
The excitement this caused her was unlike anything she ever experienced before as she continued to stare in awe while her bra was progressively tugged downward, inch by inch, before eventually allowing her generous tits to finally come spilling out of the front of the bra.
In an attempt to maybe shut out the total weirdness of what was happening, Gail closed her eyes, allowing herself to concentrate on how good those unseen hands were about to make her feel.
There was brief lull, she could hear their ragged breathing, could feel their eyes staring at her tits before it was soon broken with a whispered compliment. "God, Mommy has such beautiful boobies... doesn't she?"
"Yes, they are nice and big," came another whisper.
Still another. "I bet they would be fun to play with."
Then came a third sweet request. "Can we play with your boobies now, Mommy? Please... all three of us."
She only hesitated briefly before whispering, "Of course all three of you guys can, sweetheart."
It was a free for all after she agreed with all six hands fondling, stroking, squeezing Gail's tits to their heart's content.
"Let's get her nice and warmed up," William said as he found the weak spot on her neck and started to kiss it tenderly just the way she liked while the other two dropped their hands from her breasts.
Gail let out a small whimper as she felt the twin peaks of her breasts being suckled on by a pair of hungry mouths while the tender assault on her neck continued.
After an inordinate amount of time, the kissing and suckling fest finally wound down. "Pull the bench back and get her on her knees guys," William barked at his two brothers.
After the bench was yanked backwards, Gail found herself being prodded and pushed down onto her knees.
From somewhere a dark sash was produced and quickly wrapped around her head before being adjusted to cover her eyes. Once this task was completed one of them quickly undid the scarf from around her wrists.
Her hands were grabbed and then lifted up before she felt something warm and slick being squirted on them.
She felt each of her well-oiled hands then being forcefully wrapped around a pair of large, thick, and utterly hard cocks.
"Stroke me. Make me come, Mommy," one of the younger brothers whispered.
"Yeah me too," William chimed in. "But with me you are going to use that lovely mouth of yours."
Gail tried to shake her head no, tried to turn away but when one, or maybe two of them, snaked their hands around her head she was finally forced to accept William's hardness inside her mouth.
"Now make us all come at once, Mommy," one of them barked at her harshly.
"Yes, all at once," another snapped.
Gail, in no position to deny their base desires, acquiesced. Slowly she began to stroke the two big hard cocks in each of her hands just as she began to suck William off.
"Oh that's it, Mommy," one of them groaned.
"Yeah, that feels so good."
Gail, losing herself completely to the dark side now, joined in as she whispered, "Yeah Mommy is going to make all three of her babies come."
She started to stroke their cocks then with greater urgency as her mouth swallowed William's cock whole.
"That's it suck on it Mommy," William groaned as her experienced mouth flew up and down the shaft of his incredibly large cock.
"Come on suck mine too, Mommy."
"Me too," the other whined. "I want mine sucked also."
Gail let William's cock slip out of her mouth, wondering if he would protest, but as she felt one of them slip a hand around the back of head, turning her, he stayed silent.
Moving over to this other cock, she wrapped a hand around it as she took it into her willing mouth.
Things quickly spun into a frenzied madness of cock sucking and dick stroking then as Gail felt her face being turned this way and that way, and then back again, as she did her very best to suck and stroke all three of them to orgasm.
One of them cried out then as she bobbed up and down on his smaller, but still decently sized cock. "God, I'm going to come," he groaned.
"Don't come in her mouth Bobby," William barked. "Pull out and come on her face like in the movies. You too Will," he snapped at the other.
Gail had watched just enough porn to know what was expected of her. Pulling back, she turned her face upwards before dropping her hands to her sides.
She imagined the three hard cocks all pointed at her, pointed at her face that is, while being stroked by each of their eager young hands.
"Come on babies, come for Mommy. Please sweethearts," she begged while waiting for her baptism of their sticky white cum to be squirted on her face.
It didn't take long as mere seconds later, of course she had no idea which one, let loose. In quick succession, all three of her boys, like a line of firecrackers going off one after the other, squirted their loads out.
Gail felt first her left cheek being splattered with hot sticky cum and then, just bare seconds later, her right cheek was given the same treatment. And then, she imagined this had to be William, the alpha male of the three, her lips and nose was coated with a tremendous geyser of cum.
Bobby, in his sweet innocent childlike voice then announced the obvious as he gleefully stated, "Look guys, Mommy's face is all covered with our baby batter."
It was when all three of them began to giggle that she went off. Bouncing up to her feet, she ripped the sash away from her head.
"There is nothing funny about this," she snapped back... to no one. Glancing around she appeared to be utterly alone. She whipped her head around, looking into the mirror, and when she only saw her reflection she surmised they were once again playing games with her.
"Whatever," she muttered angrily under her breath. Marching to the bathroom, expecting to be stopped at any moment, Gail was actually surprised when she was able to enter the bathroom and lock the door. She got an even greater shock when the light came on when she flipped the switch.
Looking at herself in the mirror now she hardly recognized the cum stained face that stared back at her. It was almost as if the whole thing had been some kind of wild and wicked dream.
Sighing, she began to clean herself up.
She had just finished cleaning off her face when she heard a small swishing sound coming from the floor near the door.
Turning, she saw the swishing sound was produced by a piece of paper being slid under the door.
After picking the piece of paper up, she immediately recognized the neat hand written letter to be from William.
Mother:
That was a good start, you pleasing all three of us at once but Ali wants to see more. Exactly he wants to see you seduce the youngest and the most innocent of the three of me... The one you call Bobby.
Now Bobby will have no memory of what just occurred. Trust me as it will make things better for the both of you. You will have a day to prepare for him. Tomorrow follow your normal routine. You will be alone during the day but sometime around your bedtime he will make himself known to you. Improvise things as they happen while keeping in mind Ali expects you to seduce the youngest, and most naïve and innocent of your three loving sons, in such a soft loving manner it will leave you both breathless... but IF you fail to seduce Bobby, you can expect us to disappear--forever--into the cold underworld where Ali will keep us forever.
If you are successful in seducing Bobby I will be in contact again with yet another challenge. Oh and just so you know, sweet little Bobby will have a very, very BIG surprise for his mommy to enjoy. And one last hint-- very important, at first, comfort him with words only, before letting him go back to his bedroom, trusting he will return as Ali doesn't care for a "rushed" seduction. And then after he returns give him some more words of comfort only before pushing him out the door-- yet again-- as it will be the third time he returns which will be the lucky charm for the both of you where you shall receive your "big" surprise.
William
She was not sure why but the name Ali rang a bell somewhere deep inside her subconscious just before all her memories came flooding home. Ali-shad-bar was the demon from the underworld, the puppet master if you will, controlling William... and by default-- her.
Gail sighed as, yet again, she would have to do the demon's naughty bidding.
After a long boring day, waiting for her youngest to make his appearance, Gail was more than ready as she was just starting to get undressed in preparation of going to bed when there came a soft knocking on her door.
Over the last hour or so, she consumed no less than two full glasses of wine, knowing it would help give her the courage to seduce her youngest son.
"Mom are you awake?"
"Come in, sweetie," she called out to him again as she hurriedly buttoned up her blouse.
As he came shuffling into the room, he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and was wearing a seriously sad expression on his adorably cute face.
"What is wrong Bobby," she immediately asked.
"They are making fun of me again," he whined.
Gail noted how short and small in stature he was as he was probably only about five five, or even maybe five four, and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred forty pounds. His face was splattered with an abundance of freckles, and his hair was short and neat, adding to his overall young and innocent appearance which, she imagined, William and Ali configured purposefully... just for her.
If that was the case, it worked as the overall image of adorable cuteness and naïve innocence radiated from Bobby in waves.
"Who? Let me guess... those shit ass older brothers of yours?" she asked. "Do I need to go speak to them?"
"No, you can't. I am eighteen, not eight, Mom. They will just make fun of me worse if they knew I came to you... besides they aren't here. They are out for the night so you can't speak to them anyways... even later. Please."
"Fine then. I will keep this our secret but... here... let's sit down on your mom's bed and you can tell her exactly what happened."
After they sat down next to each other on the edge of her bed he told her, "Well, it's really embarrassing, Mom."
"Too embarrassing to tell your mother, honey. Come on now..." She ran her fingers through his short, neatly cut hair before dropping her voice to a quiet whisper, "You have always confided in me... no matter what."
"I know I have," he sighed.
"So what... you don't trust me anymore?"
"No I trust you."
"Then tell me. I promise I can make it better... no matter how embarrassing you think it is."
He sighed again before starting to talk quietly.
"We were playing truth or dare about a week ago and..."
"Oh God I played that as a teenager. I used to love that game," Gail said truthfully. "So who was all playing? Just you and your brothers."
"No. Melissa was playing too. We were playing at her house actually."
"Melissa?"
"That's like one of William's girlfriends or something."
"Oh... OK. Go on."
"Anyways they have a pool out in the backyard and on my turn they dared me to jump in."
"This was last week? Honey it was freezing last week. My God its October you can't be jumping into pools on a dare. The water must have been freezing."
"It was," he said sheepishly.
"OK so what happened next? Don't tell me... you jumped in naked."
He looked away before whispering, "It was part of the dare... but I talked them into letting me keep just my underwear on anyways."
Gail shook her head before muttering, "Those boys... always messing with you."
"It gets worse," Bobby whispered as he fidgeted on the bed.
"Tell me... let me make it better."
He sighed loudly before continuing. "OK so on my next dare they... they made me pull down my briefs and show everyone my... you know."
"Jesus, honey and you did it?"
"I had to Mom," he whined. "Complying with all dares is part of our rules."
"Fine. Then what happened after you showed them."
"They all made fun of me because... because of my size." He looked up at her, his eyes full of sadness as he whispered, "My small size."
"Honey. One question. You showed them right after you got out of the cold water?"
"Yes."
"Well that explains a good bit of it then. I mean don't you know men are affected, adversely I mean, down there from the effects of cold water?"
"They are," he said brightening just a bit.
"Yep... its scientific fact..." She smiled at him sweetly as it just came to her how she could use this to seduce him. "Since you probably think I am just saying that to make you feel better I think you should let me prove it to you."
"How?"
"Well, why don't you go downstairs to the den and make a nice fire and I'll be down in a minute and if you will let me, I'll prove it to you that you probably aren't as small as you think... you know... down there under normal circumstances."
Bobby mumbled his OK before heading off downstairs.
Gail disappeared inside the closet to change, her mind whirling as to just how she was going to use this to fulfill her mission of seducing Bobby.
A few minutes later she entered the warm glowing atmosphere of the cozy den. A blazing fire was alight in the fireplace as she made her way straight over to Bobby. She had changed out of her clothes and was now wearing a white satin robe over one of her more sexy bra and panty combos.
Bobby was sitting on the loveseat, facing the fire, staring into it with a blanket wrapped around him. Settling down next to him, she slipped under the blanket, wrapping an arm around him.
"Mom how are--" he started to ask before she quietly cut him off. "Shhh, honey, just let your mommy bear cuddle her little baby cub for a quiet minute before she makes him feel better about his size."
Sighing, Bobby laid his head on her shoulder as they snuggled under the blanket.
After a long minute or two, Gail brought her mouth to his ear whispering, "Are you nice and warm, honey?"
"Yes," he quietly replied.
"Well then maybe you should let your mommy bear see how things look down there for her baby cub when he isn't freezing cold like he was during that stupid game of truth or dare."
As she turned to him, pulling the blanket back, he immediately sat up in a near panic. "Mom you... you can't be serious... you want me to show you my..."
Firmly pushing him back, she told him, "That's exactly what I want but instead of you showing me I will find out for myself so sit back, close your eyes and relax."
"But... but you can't--" he started to protest before she cut him off.
Speaking harshly, she snapped at him, "Do as Mother says Bobby!"
Softening her voice just a bit, she added, "Now you obviously wanted my help or you wouldn't have come to my bedroom in the middle of the night so now you are going to let me help you... in whatever way I see fit and that's final."
"Yes, Mommy," he mumbled as he settled back and closed his eyes.
"Now lift up a bit so I can get these off of you," she admonished him.
Gail hooked a pair of fingers under both his gym shorts before pulling them down and dropping them on the floor. Deciding her first look should be sort of "quick and clinical" like, she wasted no time in peeking inside the simple white cotton briefs he was wearing.
After a brief glimpse revealed his cock was as flaccid as a wet noodle, she quickly readjusted his underwear back in place.
"See I told you... I'm small," he told her in a quiet, pathetically desperate voice.
"Well, I can't lie baby, you are... for now... but I think that's just because number one you're nervous, and number two because you lack... hmm, visual stimulation."
"Visual stimulation?"
"Honey, generally a man needs some kind of visual stimulation to reach his full potential so..."
Staring at him, she slowly rose to her feet. "Maybe this will help." Smiling, she carefully stripped off her robe.
Bobby stared up at his mom. She was a vision of pure beauty standing there in her absolutely gorgeous lilac purple bra and panty set.
She could feel his eyes focusing on her bra and knew she knocked it out of the park with her choice of what to put on under her robe. Somehow, she knew purple was his favorite color, just as she knew sweet, innocent young Bobby had a bit of a bra fetish.
"Now that I have provided some visual stimulation let me see about getting you a bit more relaxed."
Turning, she crossed the small den to the corner where the bar was located. After pondering things for just a moment, she chose one of her favorite red wines and poured them both a glass.
Both glasses in hand, she crossed the room back to him, noting with delight, how he continued to stare, furtively anyways, at her chest.
"Here, drink this down and quickly hon as it will help relax you."
Bobby obeyed gulping his glass of wine down as did Gail.
"There feeling a bit more relaxed hon," she whispered.
"Yes," he replied with a noticeable less tension in his voice.
"Well now that I have provided you with some visual stimulation, which, I hope you like..." She paused, giving him a chance to compliment her, but when instead he shyly looked away she reached out to him.
Using one hand, she turned his face back toward her. "So do you like the bra your mommy picked out... just for you? It's new, you know, and no one has ever seen me in it before. I have been sort of saving it for a special occasion. I mean, I hope you like it."
"Oh God, Mommy I do... I mean, it looks super pretty on you."
"Thank you, baby," she told him while running her fingers lightly through his hair.
"Now let's see if it has had any effect... down there. Now come on and stand up, sweetie, right here in front of your mommy."
Bobby slowly climbed to his feet before positioning himself directly in front of her.
Moving deliberately, Gail scooted forward to the edge of the loveseat before carefully reaching out and hooking a pair of fingers under the waistband of his briefs. Wanting to be surprised, she purposefully averting her eyes as she ever so slowly began to tug them down.
After getting his underwear pulled down just enough to where should would be able to get a good look at him, Gail finally allowed herself a quick glance at what she hoped to be a bigger state of affairs down there.
Gail let out a small gasp as her eyes fell upon her sweet innocent son's huge cock. It jutted out from him, like some kind of hard twitching monster. "Oh... oh my God, honey," she whispered as her voice nearly caught in her throat. "You are so big."
Giggling, Gail whispered, "Hmm, I guess some little boy really liked their mommy's new purple bra huh?"
She stifled another giggle as her eyes became fixated on his large pole; guessing she figured it must be a good nine inches... at least.
"You are giggling, just like they were, because I'm still small huh," he said to her in a voice tinged with hurt anger. Turning from her, he quickly stuffed his cock back inside his briefs before he started to leave.
Reaching out, she snagged him by the arm. "Turn around and look at me honey," she told him softly.
He hesitated briefly before obeying.
Staring at him seriously, she whispered, "Honey, you are not small... not at all."
"I'm not really?" he whispered back softly.
Gail knew now, without a doubt, this was the BIG surprise William referenced in his short note to her.
"No, you are not," as she said.
Finally, remembering how she was supposed to only "comfort" him with words before letting him leave, she stood up.
"Trust mommy sweetheart, you are, by no means, small down there and if it appeared small after getting out of the water it was only because, like I said, you were affected by the cold."
Gail scooped up her robe and after putting it back on she added, "So there... now that I have put your mind at ease you should probably go back to your room now as your mom is tired and ready for bed."
She half pushed, half prodded him out of the den and up the stairs as he murmured a quiet "OK."
Allowing himself to be led up the stairs, Gail sensed her proclamation about being tired and wanting to go to bed probably hurt him some, but she dared not ignore the hint in William's letter to comfort him with words only, at first anyways, leaving her with the desperate hope he would return to her sometime before the night was over.
Sighing, she slipped inside her bedroom after giving him a quick goodnight peck on the cheek in the hallway.
The minutes slowly ticked by as Gail sat there, sitting on the bench in front of her vanity mirror, waiting while sipping on another glass of wine.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever, but in reality might have only been like, maybe, ten minutes, there was a soft knocking on her door.
She smiled before calling out to him, "Come in."
Bobby slowly entered her room before crossing over to her.
As he timidly approached her from behind, her eyes flickered up to the mirror as she hazarded a quick glance-- down there.
Unfortunately, her quick glance availed her nothing as he had put on another pair of loose fitting gym shorts.
"What is it sweetie," she asked kindly.
"Mommy... it hurts."
Repressing a smile, she had a pretty good idea of what was hurting, she replied, "Where does it hurt, honey... wait, let me guess... it hurts down there."
After a brief hesitation he whispered back, "Yes... very badly."
Thinking of just how she should handle things, Gail hesitated for a long moment before finally answering, "Well sweetie if you want your mommy to take the pain away you have to do something for her."
"What?"
"You have to promise to be real truthful with her."
"I will," he answered nervously as he stood there shuffling his feet.
"Good... then first question. When you tried to go to sleep in your bed were you still all big and hard like?"
He hesitated for a long minute before replying, "Yes."
"So why didn't you ahh... relieve yourself like boys often do while alone in bed at night..." Reaching out, she took his hand and squeezed it hard before dropping her voice to a low whisper, "Now be real honest with your mom... remember you promised.
"I wanted to but just couldn't."
"Why?"
"Because... because I would have been thinking about... you."
"So?"
"So that would be wrong... wouldn't it... thinking about you while doing... that?"
Gail had no real data to back up what she was about to say, but knowing how it would sound to him she said it "as if" she knew for sure. "Hmm, I think wrong is too strong of a word. You know, honestly, it's a proven fact that a lot of boys fantasize about their mom's while masturbating."
"They do?" He was fidgeting worse than ever now. "Isn't that wrong?"
"Wrong... no. Maybe naughty is a better word. The problem is the guilt involved I think so..."
She stood up, taking him by the hand she led him toward the door. "But if your mom gives you permission to think about her while, you know, you are doing it then the guilt should not be an issue."
Once they reached the door he turned to her. "Really you... you are OK with it and give me permission?"
"I do, sweetie so go ahead and do it and I'm sure the pain will go away."
He nodded before departing the room and slouching off down the hallway to his room... or actually William's old bedroom.
Gail sighed before settling back down on the bench in front of her vanity mirror. Twice he has come to her, twice she has comforted him with words only, just as she had been instructed to do so in William's letter to her.
Picking up her glass of wine, it was still half full, she drained it quickly knowing the next time he came to her, seeking comfort she would be expected to give him more than words.
Luckily, an anxious Gail didn't have to wait long when, after roughly another ten minutes or so passed, there was yet another soft knocking on her door.
"Come in Bobby," she called out to him after slipping her robe off.
Once more, head down, looking more downcast than ever, he came sheepishly trudging into her room.
He paused a few feet behind the vanity bench where she was sitting. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror before he looked down, saying nothing.
Finally, after a few long moments of silence, she spoke up. "Let me guess... it... it didn't work?"
He shook his head no.
"Why not," she asked patiently. "I gave you permission."
He shrugged his shoulders while looking up at her with such a sad forlorn look on his face it literally broke her heart.
"Did you even try?"
"I did but... I don't know... it... I mean I just couldn't... even though you said I could."
"I guess you would still feel too guilty huh, sweetie?"
"Yes and... and now it hurts worse than ever and I can't sleep and... and..." Looking down his voice trailed off to nothing.
She stood up before coming over to him. Reaching out, she stroked his pitiful looking face softly before whispering, "Do you remember when you were younger what mommy used to do when you had a pains that were really bothering you?"
Of course, they had no real history together making Gail intensely excited to see how he would respond, but no matter how he responded the resourceful Gail knew exactly where she was taking things from here.
"You used to let me sit in your lap and would give me kisses until the pain went away."
"That's right," Gail exclaimed as if that had really happened between them. Regardless, true or not, it played perfectly into the scenario she was planning.
Taking him by the hand, she led him over to the vanity bench before sitting down.
Patting her lap, she gestured for him to come sit. After he got settled nicely in her lap, facing the mirror, she gently twisted his face towards her.
"Now let's see if your mommy's kisses still have a bit of magic left in them to take your pain away."
Their mouths slowly came together as they exchanged a good half dozen small, delicate kisses. Pulling back, she whispered, "You know, Mommy has missed this... showering her sweet little Bobby with kisses."
"Me too," he whispered back before their mouths came together again. This time the kisses were more serious and impassioned as Gail pressed her lips firmly against his just prior to letting her tongue out.
As her tongue danced inside his sweet, innocent mouth she felt him at first stiffen slightly before he relaxed and opened his mouth wider for her.
Swirling her tongue around inside of his mouth, Gail felt him beginning to squirm in her lap.
Breaking the kiss off, she whispered, "Is mommy's kisses helping, sweetie?"
Looking down as he clung to her, he shook his head sadly no before he whispered, "It's still hurting... down there, Mommy."
Gently prodding him off her lap, she told him, "Stand up honey so mommy can see what is happening down there and then maybe she can figure out what to do."
Gail hooked a pair of nervous fingers under both the waistband of his gym shorts and his underwear before she slowly began to yank them down.
She purposefully closed her eyes, wanting to be surprised at what she might see once she got his shorts and underwear down.
Finally, after taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, ready to be surprised, but instead of looking at him directly she looked into the mirror.
Oh my God was her first frenzied thought followed by it must have been a trick of the mirror as Bobby looked, if anything, even bigger than when she saw him downstairs earlier.
After taking another deep breath she looked at his jutting monster directly.
Jesus I think my earlier estimate of nine inches might have been too conservative, she mused to herself before finally concluding he really must be sporting a tool that was north of ten inches long.
She sighed, knowing giving the smallish and so adorably cute Bobby such an outsized cock was more of Ali's, and maybe even William's, trickery.
After taking a deep breath, Gail whispered to him, "I think I know why you are hurting down there baby."
"Why?" he responded naively.
"It's just because you are so big and hard down there, sweetie."
"I am," he again responded in that same sweet innocent voice that was the mirror opposite of that very serious erection he was sporting.
Reaching up, she gently stroked the side of his face with one finger. "When you were little and hurting Mommy used to give you nice kisses on your boo boos, like if you fell and skinned your knee I would kiss you there, or if you banged your elbow on something and hurt it I would kiss you there... making it all better. You remember that?"
She dropped her eyes to that hard twitching monster then as forbidden desire to take that huge thing in her mouth filled her very soul.
"I do."
"Do... do you want to try that then... having your mommy give you some kisses... down there where it hurts, baby."
"Could you... pretty please, Mommy," he eagerly responded.
After twisting herself around on the vanity bench so she was facing him, Gail moved her mouth down to that hard twitching behemoth.
Closing her eyes, she began spraying a soft array of light airy kisses all up and down his massive shaft before she let her tongue slip out. Moving slowly, she licked and kissed her way up and down his entire shaft, making him let out an increasingly louder series of soft moans.
She pulled back slightly before looking up at him, "You like that baby... mommy kissing you down there."
"O-oh God y-yes... please... please don't stop," he responded in a voice that quaked with youthful desire.
"I won't until the job is finished, sweetie and mommy has taken the pain away... completely."
"Promise."
"Promise baby," she said as she grabbed the bottle of coconut oil off the vanity table.
"Now close your eyes and relax as Mommy is going try something that might make you feel even better."
He obeyed, closing his eyes as she dumped a generous amount of the slippery oil onto the palm of her hand.
Taking his cock in her right hand, she began to slowly work it up and down the immense shaft before lowering her mouth to it once more.
Working in tandem, the soft attentions of both her hand and her mouth on his hard cock soon had Bobby squirming as he stood there.
Reaching down, she used her left hand to cup his testicles as she brought her mouth up to the very tip of his cock. Opening wide, she closed her eyes, swallowing as much as the monster as she could before letting it slide back out.
She spent the next few seconds slurping, rather sloppily, on his massive tool before she started to get the sense by the way he was moaning louder than ever he was about to come.
Pulling back, she looked up at him. "Mommy has a real nice idea of maybe a way she can finally take the pain away once and for all, Bobby."
"How?" he answered anxiously.
"Well since it was your mommy's pretty purple bra that got you so big and hard in the first place I was thinking..." She grabbed the coconut oil once again before dumping some in both hands as she excitedly told him her idea.
"Do you know what titty fucking is baby?"
He looked at her for a long moment before whispering, "I don't know nothing about the sexy stuff, Mommy?"
Much by design, I'm sure, Gail mused quietly to herself as she used both her hands to spread the oil around on her chest, just above her bra.
"No worries, Mommy will show you... just do what she says."
"OK."
Gail scooted herself up to the very edge of the bench before maneuvering around so she was facing him.
"Now take a small step or two forward baby, and snuggle that big cock of yours a bit closer so it is kind of like resting between your mommy's boobies."
Bobby happily did as she instructed as Gail pushed her chest out, pressing her boobs against his hardness.
Gail smiled to herself as she noted the look of pure innocent rapture on his adorable face as he snuggled that big hard monster against her bra.
"Now just stay still sweetie and let your mommy do all the work," she whispered to him.
Using one hand she pressed his cock up against the implicit softness of one of the cups on her pretty purple bra before she slowly started to jiggle her chest up and down, making him moan softly as the soft bra cups skated across the sensitive underside of his penis.
Smiling at him, she used her hand to guide his cock back and forth between the cups of her bra. Bobby started to moan louder as he simply loved the way his mom's bra felt against his raging erection.
"You like that baby... you like your mommy rubbing her boobies all over your huge cock?"
"Oh God yes," he nearly panted as she now used her hand to guide his cock up and in between her tits.
After squeezing her tits together, she began to slowly bounce up and down allowing his well-oiled cock, trapped between the soft cups of her bra, to slide up and down.
Bobby was supposed to stay still but he simply couldn't help himself as he began to pump his hips up and down.
Noting how he was starting to lose control, Gail feed more fuel to the fire. "That's it baby... fuck mommy's boobies, honey. Go on... fuck em as hard as you want."
Bobby grabbed his mom's shoulders for support before pumping his massive pole up and down in between her tits several times as Gail used her hands to squeeze them together once more.
"Oh God Mommy... I am..."
"That's it baby... come all over your mom's pretty bra," Gail pleaded with him.
Bobby managed to last a few precious seconds longer before letting out a small yelp. Gail glanced down just in time to witness the head of his cock shoot out a virtual geyser of cum, coating her chest and bra.
Bobby pulled back, giving her a smirk before he spoke to her--in William's voice. "Ali shall be pleased... as I just was."
"Wait, William is that you?"
Switching back to Bobby's innocent voice he said, "They are all me, Mommy."
Reaching down, he scooped his underwear up off the floor as he said, in William's confident voice, "You have earned yourself another test mother, but this one will be a bit more challenging and maybe even a bit dangerous. Are you up for it?"
"And if I say no what then?" she asked.
"Then Ali will punish me, severely, and you will never see me again."
"Well then my answer is yes of course."
"But be warned, this next test, as I said, might prove to be a bit dangerous. I can't tell you why or any details but just know if you say or do the wrong thing..."
His voice trailed off then before he shrugged his shoulders.
"Well I will not try to do or say the wrong thing then, William," she told him showing more confidence than she felt.
William, while practically smirking the whole time, went on to explain what her test would entail.
After hearing his brief, but concise, outline she was left -- breathless.
William had given her specific instructions to follow. The first was to dress nice... as if she might be going out with her girlfriends for a night on the town.
Once dressed she was to drive to the nearest local bar, which was roughly five miles away and once she reached the parking lot, she would park the car, go inside the bar, where she would have a couple of glasses of wine before coming back out to the parking lot.
Once she was back out in her car, she was to gulp down the contents of yet another one of Ali's magical and very powerful potions.
What would happen exactly next he refused to say other than the potion would, once again, wipe out her memory of recent past events, taking her back to the point where she was still deeply grieving the loss of her son. He also added, with some emphasis, how she would need to use her innate womanly charms to quell the danger she would be faced with and if she did so, bravely, in the end, she would be OK.
When Gail pressed her son for more details he only smiled before whispering, "I can't tell you any details but just remember, subconsciously anyways, to use that sexy mommy persona you have developed so well over the years to your full advantage... more I am not allowed to say."
Roughly ten minutes later, after getting dressed "nice" in a pair of tight faded Levi's and a snug white blouse she grabbed her purse and keys and headed downstairs.
The night air was cool as she jumped behind the wheel of her car and heading off to the bar.
The premise of this new test was simple: after arriving at home from the bar she would be confronted with what William called "a rather unpleasant and possibly dangerous surprise".
Gail pulled into the parking lot of the Village Tavern Bar and Grill before circling around to an open space in the back. Inside the dimly lit bar, she followed Will's instructions to the tee, polishing off two glasses of wine before heading back out to her car.
Once out in the car she was supposed to drink another one of Ali's magical "forgetting" potions and although Gail wanted to believe there was no way she could forget what had been happening to her recently, she knew from experience not to doubt Ali's potions.
As told to her by William, in her mind, it would be roughly six months after his death and at the urging of her friends a still despondent Gail would finally agree to go out for drinks with them. William ensured her Ali's potion was powerful enough to make her fully believe the part about having met her friends at the bar, and it being six months after his death.
Sighing, she pulled the small vial out of her purse. "Yet another one of Ali's magic potions for you Gail," she muttered quietly to herself before dumping the contents into her mouth.
The effects were immediate as Gail was, yet again, plunged back into a world where her son was dead and gone and it was roughly a mere six months later.
Once again, her best friend, deep seated grief, was at her side as she attempted to retrieve the keys to her car from her purse.
She finally found them before thinking better of driving home as the effects of the two glasses of wine she gulped down inside the bar were making themselves known.
Fishing her phone out of her purse, she called an Uber.
Gail let herself into the dark house before heading off upstairs to her bedroom, but when she walked into her room she was greeted with a nasty surprise.
The bedroom was dark, but not so dark she couldn't see the silhouette of a dark figure hovering over by her dresser.
Gail let out a loud gasp before crying out, "Hey what are you doing in my house... in my bedroom?"
The intruder whipped around just as she reached over and flicked on the light switch next to the bedroom door. Immediately, the bedroom was bathed in the soft light from the twin set of small table lamps on the nightstands flanking either side of her bed.
Dressed in black jeans and a matching black sweatshirt, his ensemble also included a dark ski mask covering his face, the intruder seemed to effortlessly glide across the bedroom, and in a mere blink of an eye was next to her, waving a knife in her face, before she could even react.
Gail's gaze immediately focused on the menacing looking switchblade knife as something hit her with a sharp pang of sorrow: the knife looked much like the switchblade knife she gave William as a present on his seventeenth birthday.
Screwing her courage up, Gail tried to push him away as she barked at him, "Get out of my bedroom and out of my house before I call the police."
His reaction to her insolence was both immediate and rough as he slammed his lean, powerful body into her, pushing her up against the bedroom wall right next to the open door.
Reaching over, he flicked the light off, reducing the bedroom into near darkness once more.
Gail whimpered as she felt the cold steel of the knife being pressed up to her neck. He fairly ripped her purse out of her hand before reaching inside and grabbing her phone.
"I have money in their too... just take that and leave please," she whimpered as she cowered against the door.
Not responding to her pleas, he violently flung her phone out of the bedroom in the general direction of the stairs.
Gail winced as she heard the phone hit the wall above the stairs with a loud bang before she heard it thudding down the stairs. Most likely, considering how hard he threw it, she would need a new phone.
He then slammed the door shut with a loud bang causing Gail to let out another small whimper as she began to suspect she might not be getting out of this so easy.
Grabbing her roughly by the arm, he dragged over toward her vanity table.
"What do you want? I told you I have money in my purse and I have a few pieces of nice jewelry over there."
As he pushed her back against her vanity table she pointed over to where he jewelry box sat on top of her dresser.
After a long pause, he shook his head no.
"But the jewelry, like... like I said it's nice and should be worth lots of money so..."
Again, he shook his head no.
"If you don't want money and stuff... what do... do you want?" Gail asked in a voice tinged with more than a little fear.
Her question received no response as he just stood there, continuing to stare at her.
Her eyes flickered over to the door as she began to gauge her chances of making a break for it but, as if he had been reading her mind, he easily lifted her up and off of her feet, as if she was as light as a feather, before plopping her hard down on the vanity table.
He turned to look at the door before looking back at her and shaking his head no. Bringing the knife to her throat, he let it stay there for a second or two as Gail held her breath.
Turning quickly, he moved with amazingly quickness across her bedroom and over to her large, bulky dresser.
She watched as he leaned over before grabbing the heavy dresser and in an amazing display of strength, he easily picked up the dresser. Even more astounding was how he carried the thing, seemingly effortlessly, across her bedroom before sitting it down directly in front of her bedroom door, blocking it completely.
Gail shuddered as she recalled how it took both of the delivery men who dropped off the new dresser from the furniture store quite an effort to manhandle the bulky dresser in place... and here he was moving the thing, apparently with little effort, all by himself.
Any thoughts of escaping quickly vanished from Gail's mind, knowing there was no way she was moving that dresser by herself in order to flee from her bedroom. Moreover, considering how strong and fast he was any thoughts of resisting and or escaping seemed futile at best.
He returned to her once more before abruptly grabbing her arm and pulling her off the table.
He half pushed, half prodded her across the bedroom to the small mini bar in the corner. Reaching down and under the bar, he pulled out a bottle of champagne and a glass.
She watched, growing more and more apprehensive as he filled the glass full of champagne before pushing it toward her.
He made a gesture indicting she needed to drink it. Knowing how champagne, among other things, dulled her senses, Gail hesitated.
Any hesitation she might have been feeling, quickly ended though when he produced the knife once more, holding it close to her throat.
Taking a deep breath, Gail picked up the full glass of champagne and gulped it down. Quickly he refilled the glass and again gestured for her to drink.
Warmed up by the first glass, the second one went down, if anything, even easier and as soon as she had finished it, just like before, he easily picked her up before lifting her up and onto the bar top.
"Please... what do you want?" Gail whispered as he simply stood there staring at her.
After a long drawn out moment of silence he finally whispered, in a voice barely loud enough to be called a whisper, a single word that made her heart race, "Pretty."
Reaching up with his hand holding the knife, he slowly scrapped the pointed end of the knife across her cheek as he whispered, no louder this time, "Very pretty."
Gail held her breath as the knife slipped down to her throat, pausing there for a brief moment before dropping ever further down to her blouse.
For another long drawn out moment, he held the knife there, letting it hover mere inches above the top button of her blouse before-- ever so slowly-- he let it slip down, slicing through the first button.
"Please..." Gail whispered before he shook his head no while holding his finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture.
Taking the hint she needed to be quiet, Gail closed her eyes as she held her breath.
The knife slipped down, toying playfully with both the second and third buttons before slicing them open.
Gail let out a shaky breath as he made short shrift of the few remaining buttons on her now ruined blouse.
She relaxed, just a bit anyways, when he set the knife down on the bar top. Moving slowly, using both hands, he gently slipped the blouse off of her before dropping it to the floor.
He stood there, staring openly then at her elegant dark navy blue bra with its delicate scrolling of lace flowers adorning the upper half of the cups.
Gail now understand, as if she hadn't before, without a doubt, where this was heading as he grabbed both of her hands before pulling her down and onto her feet.
As soon as she was standing, he guided her hands down to the front of her jeans before making a small gesture, indicating she needed to take them off.
Knowing any hesitation would only lead to him picking up the knife again, Gail, after removing the dressy black sandals with two inch heels she was wearing, stripped off her jeans before tossing them onto the floor next to her blouse.
He just stood there staring at her in her matching dark blue bra and panty combo set before he finally grabbed her roughly around the upper arm, half propelling her, half dragging her across the bedroom and toward her closet.
Upon reaching the closet, he whispered softly once more, "Shoes."
Yanking open the door, he pushed her inside.
"Shoes... you want me put on shoes... but they are back there," she said pointing to where her shoes lay on the floor next to her discarded jeans and blouse.
He shook his head no.
"You want me to put on a different pair?" she asked quietly.
Immediately, he shook his head yes.
"But... I have... I mean lots of shoes... in my closet."
Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, "His favorite."
Gail was confused. "His favorite? Who... who do you mean?"
He pulled back before whispering a single word that made her shiver, "William's."
"But he is..."
Before she could finish, he quickly brought his finger to her mouth, indicating she needed to be quiet, before he pushed her rudely inside the closet and slammed the door shut behind her with an audible bang.
Once inside the closet, a thoroughly flustered Gail reached over to the wall next to the closet door, fumbling in the dark for a minute before she stumbled across the light switch.
The light coming on helped calm her nerves, a little anyways as she considered how this unknown intruder knew she had a son.
Whispering aloud to herself, Gail murmured, "And how the hell does he know William had a favorite pair of shoes among the half dozen or so I own?"
As she stood there for a long moment, pondering these questions without coming up with any plausible answers, Gail sighed before turning to the side of the closet where she kept her nicer dress shoes neatly lined up.
Nervously, she slipped on William's favorite: the silver toed pumps with four inch stiletto heels.
She took her time putting on the shoes, and although she expected him to start banging on the door, indicating she needed to hurry up, everything remained deathly silent.
Finally, after getting them on, Gail slowly approached the closet door. Leaning over, she lowered her ear to the door, listening for a long moment. She heard nothing, sensed nothing as she straightened up.
She started to reach for the door, but then stopped. Pulling her hand back, she became suddenly afraid of what was going to happen once she entered the bedroom.
Doubtlessly, she would cut quite the sight dressed in nothing more than her racy bra and panties, along with the sexy high heels.
"I wonder if he is going to be rough or gentle with me?" she whispered to herself.
The mere speaking of this chilling thought sent shivers of dread running up and down her spine before turning to something else... anticipation.
Gail had not been properly fucked in a long time and somehow, maybe it was the wine she drank at the bar earlier, now combined with the champagne, but she was not completely scared of being taken advantage of by this stranger.
The simple fact was Gail did have a bit of an unspoken fetish about being "raped" by a handsome stranger. Of course, she had no idea if her stranger was handsome or not but still...
Her wistful thinking was interrupted when the door, she wasn't even touching it, began to slowly creak open.
Gail stood still as the door slowly swung open, fully expecting him to be waiting on the other side impatiently.
But no one was there. Peering about the bedroom, she noted how both the lamps on her nightstands were now turned on, allowing her to observe how the bedroom appeared utterly empty.
Maybe he got cold feet and left, she thought before her eyes darted to the door. The dresser was still there so he couldn't have left... unless he went out the window.
Glancing over at the window, the curtains covering it looked undisturbed and unless he brought a ladder with him, leaving it outside and propped up against the house, jumping from the window, at this height, would be a risky endeavor.
Furthermore, the bedroom window was old, as was the house, and whenever it was opened it made a loud groaning/squeaking noise that she surely would have heard even from the closet.
Just to be sure, she hurried across the bedroom, as best she could anyways with her high heels on and in her not so sober condition, and checked the window. Nope, the latch was still in place indicating it had not been touched.
Turning from the window, she tried to wrap her head around just where the hell her intruder was when she came to the only logical conclusion: he must have been hiding in the bathroom.
Slowly, she approached the bathroom.
"Hello... are... are you in here," she called out.
After entering the bathroom, she tried turning on the light, and was rewarded when one of the four bulbs arrayed above the mirror flickered on. She tried the other light switch, the one that would turn on the overhead light, but for whatever reason the light didn't come on. Sighing, she glanced at the shower. The curtain was drawn shut. Maybe he was behind it... waiting to scare her.
"Are you in there?" she called out tentatively as she slowly approached the shower.
When she received no response she carefully pulled back the shower curtain. Empty.
She was just turning around when the bathroom door slammed violently shut at the exact same time the solitary light went out.
Gail let out a little yelp as the bathroom was plunged into abject darkness. She took a quick minute to calm her nerves before carefully making her way across the bathroom toward the door.
The door wouldn't open, no matter how she twisted and turned on the knob.
"Shit... what is happening," she whispered to herself as she took a step back to analyze things.
First the closet door opened by itself, then her intruder disappeared, seemingly into thin air, and then the lights in the bathroom become all screwy and now... the bathroom door was shut tight to the point where it won't open.
This is some crazy weird shit, Gail mused to herself as she stood there in the bathroom, in the dark, with her nerves being tested to their breaking point.
Giggling, she told the empty bathroom, "Good thing I'm kind of drunk or I might actually be scared."
Finally, as she stood there quietly, waiting for something to happen, just like the closet door, the bathroom door slowly began to swing open.
Gail stood absolutely still, holding her breath again, just knowing some sort of surprise would be waiting for her.
She was right. As the bathroom door swung fully open she observed her bedroom was aglow in soft, flickering candle light. Even more surprisingly was the way the candles were positioned on the floor, perfectly spaced in parallel manner as to form a twisting and turning path of sorts meandering all around her spacious bedroom before ending, as best as she could tell, at her vanity table, where there was a trio of pillar candles flickering.
Fortifying her nerves, once again, Gail started slowly down the path and after stumbling forward a few steps she spied something resting in the middle of the path. Bending over, she saw it was a small champagne flute full of what she assumed to be wine.
After bringing it up to her nose and taking a large sniff, she determined it was wine after all.
Holding the glass aloft, it was maybe half full, Gail was unsure of what to do while knowing exactly what she was supposed to do: drink it.
The longer she stood there, holding the glass of wine in her hand the more indecisive she became. Surely, she did not need any more to drink but yet... obviously the intruder--it had to be him--put forth some effort in laying out the bedroom in such a manner as to make his intent obvious.
Did she dare disobey?
Glancing up, she noted how her heavy dresser was still in place across the door so leaving was still not an option.
Before she could consider anything further, the candles, starting with the three pillar candles on the vanity table, and then the ones on the floor nearest the vanity at the end of the path, began to wink out, one by one.
Somehow Gail knew being left/trapped in the dark was not an option she wanted to explore. She also sensed the candles going out was nothing short of an express warning she better be a good girl and drink her wine.
Taking a deep breath, she stared up the path. The candles were going out still at a nice steady pace allowing the inky darkness to march towards her at an alarming pace.
Deciding this was her best option, Gail tilted the glass back, draining it quickly.
Immediately, the candles all flared back to life as things devolved from being somewhat surreal to downright weird.
Gail nervously continued across her bedroom, following the path of candles and after another few feet she came across yet another candle and another half full glass of wine.
Knowing what she must do, and with little hesitation this time, Gail bent over, scooping up the glass of wine before drinking it down swiftly.
Just short of the vanity table was yet a third glass of wine perched next to a flickering candle. Gail, feeling she had no choice, gulped this glass down also.
Finally, she was at the end of the path. Looking around, her eyes flashed about for any sign of him, there was none, before they fell on the vanity table.
She smiled before whispering, "Of course," as she spotted the small hair pins she used to pin her gorgeous mane of long blond hair up. She would generally pin her hair up only when she was either in the tub, and didn't want to get it wet, was doing a through deep cleaning of the house and didn't want it to be in the way, or when William would give her a nice neck and shoulder massage, as he often did on Friday or Saturday nights when they were alone, again so her hair would not be in the way.
Sitting down at the vanity table, she spent the next few minutes pinning her hair up before touching up her makeup.
After this was done she sat there waiting anxiously for whatever might happen next.
Gail let out a small gasp as the trio of pillar candles, along with the candles on the lighted path leading to her vanity table, all went out at the exact same time, causing the bedroom to fall into an inky blackness.
She dared not breathe as she heard the soft rustle of footsteps approaching from behind her in the dark. She sensed his looming presence, heard his heavy breathing before she felt his hands go to her shoulders.
There was a long drawn out moment of silence as the tension rose to almost unbearable levels before Gail felt his hands start to softly knead her neck and shoulders before sliding down and off, and onto her arms. They rubbed up and down her bare arms several times before jumping over to her tummy.
Desperately wanting some light, the darkness felt almost suffocating, Gail let out a shaky breath as his hands slowly crept north.
They were just under the soft rise of her breasts when her internal defenses kicked in, and without really thinking of the possible consequences of what she was doing, she deftly pushed his hands away.
His reaction was both immediate and aggressive as she felt herself being yanked, unkindly, to her feet before being spun around. She was both too drunk and too dazed by this sudden display of aggression to put up any sort of a fight.
"Please I don't like the dark," Gail whined softly.
"Then do something for me and you shall have light."
Expecting the worst, Gail asked nervously, "W-what do you want me to do?"
His answer surprised her. "Strut around the bedroom... showing off... for me... like you used to for him."
Her heart thumped in her chest. Was this another reference to William? Numbly she whispered, "Him... you mean William?"
"Yes," he quietly answered in a soft voice that was growing slightly more familiar every time he spoke. His voice, in fact, reminded her of William's voice... but then again this may have been nothing more than a wishful flight of fancy brought on by the extremely stressful situation she now found herself in.
"But how can I... I strut around in the dark?" she asked quietly.
"You can't, of course, close your eyes and wait here."
Obeying, she closed her eyes before sensing he had moved away from her.
He was back a minute or two later. "You can open your eyes now."
Looking around, she noted a brightly flickering pillar candle, one each, on both of her nightstands flanking the bed, one on the dresser, one on the small bar over in the corner, and finally one she could spy through the open bathroom door, sitting on the bathroom counter.
"Now go... put on a show for me and strut like the sexy mommy you know you are," he whispered. "I want you to go to each candle, one by one, and blow them out before coming back to me. Make the candle in the bathroom the last and the one at the bar the first."
Gail took a deep breath before doing exactly as she was told. Making sure to put a little extra swish in her step, she strutted to the bar over in the corner, and after pausing briefly, she blew out the candle.
Turning, she pranced across the bedroom and while passing in front of him, she made sure to put a bit of extra sway in her ass. Yeah, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it up right.
She stopped at the nightstand on the right side of her bed first and after leaning over, and sticking her ass out, maybe a bit more than necessary, Gail blew this candle out.
Sashaying around the bed, she flounced her way over to the other nightstand where, once again, she stuck her ass out in a most inviting manner while blowing out the candle.
Turning her back to him as she gamboled over to the dresser, she really was beginning to warm up to showing off for him-- it must have been the wine making her this carefree in such a obviously dangerous and stressful situation-- she put some extra wiggle in her ass.
After blowing out the candle there, she turned heading toward the final one in the bathroom. Gail could literally feel his eyes crawling all over her body as he sat there, gripping the knife while tracking her as she paraded back and forth across the spacious bedroom.
As she approached the last flickering candle inside the bathroom, she was worried about making it back across the dark bedroom to him, but she need not have worried.
As soon as she blew out this final candle, he flicked his flashlight on, shining it across the bedroom and directly at her.