“Mom…wait,” he said. “If we really do this, we’ll have to live with it, forever.” His hips seemed to be on a different wavelength, and continued pressing into Angela, slowly entering the folds of her tight pussy.
“That’s it Tim, fuck me! Fuck me” cried Angela, lost in her own world of sexual desire. “Mommy is going to be your slut tonight.”
“Oh god, mom! I can’t stop, it feels too good!” Tim felt like his hips were on autopilot now, and the moment became real for him. He was fucking his mom. All of today had just been one sexual tryst after another, all of them illicit and ill advised. And now he was fucking his mom, and loving it. Her cunt wrapped around his dick so perfectly, and she was kissing his neck and whispering dirty, nasty things into his ear.
“That’s right mom, you will be my slut,” he said to her. The words came out of his mouth, but still managed to surprise him. “My own personal slut mom, oh god!”
His pace intensified. Angela’s juices were running freely, and she started to cry out as an orgasm began to overtake her body. Her cunt seized up and tightened even more around Tim’s cock, and after a few more strokes he knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. He pushed deep inside her with one last thrust, and felt his cock explode its white hot payload deep inside her womb. Cum dribbled out his mom’s pussy, and he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
After a minute or so, the reality of the situation dawned on Tim. He was instantly filled with a mixture of confusion and guilt. This was his mom, and though he knew in his head that she was off limits and the whole situation was wrong, she had been the best fuck of his young life.
“I…I have to take the bottle back now,” he said to her as he pulled his clothes back on. Soon things would be back to normal, and he could deal with the aftermath in a logical and sensible way.
“Okay,” she said to him with a far off look in her eyes. “Will you be back in time for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, sure.” Tim smiled weakly at her, and then took the bottle and left the room.
CHAPTER 9
The evening sun was beginning to dip behind a greyish collection of clouds in the sky. As Tim left the house, the horizon seemed to darken, and the temperature of the air dropped by several degrees. He climbed onto his bike and set off for the mysterious shop, hoping that this would be for the last time.
Tim’s mind was filled with thoughts of the day. So much of it seemed like it played out beyond his control. Just what was this potion, what had it done to him, he wondered? All he wanted to do at this point was get back to who he was before drinking it, and every pump of the pedals on his bike seemed to bring him closer and closer to what would hopefully be his salvation.
He found the shop much the same as he had left it, except it was open. He dropped his bike outside, not bothering to chain it to anything, and headed on in. The old man was behind the counter, smoking his pipe next to a lit stick of incense in an exotic looking holder.
“I brought the bottle,” Tim said to him. “Please, tell me how to undo this…”
The old man looked at him curiously, and then smiled. His long mustache seemed to twist upwards, almost with a life of its own, and Tim could see that several of his teeth were broken and missing. The old man snatched the bottle out his hand, and then glared at him.
“What is your name, boy?” he asked.
"Tim.”
“You may call me Jarovian,” the old man replied. He sighed, and then seemed to harden his demeanor.
“I never promised you anything, boy.” Jarovian practically spat the words out.
Tim felt rage flow through his body. All through the day he had felt like the puppet strings of everyone around him were being toyed with and manipulated, and this man was the closest thing to a responsible party that he could identify. He launched his hands forward, grabbing the neck of the man’s robe and pulling his face closer to him roughly.
“I brought you the bottle!” Tim yelled at him. “Fix it, fix me! How am I supposed to live my life like this?”
“You have to learn to,” The old man removed Tim’s hands from his collar. Even with Tim’s newfound strength and speed, it seemed as though Jarovian was powerful in a way that totally surpassed the limits of his age. He bent Tim’s fingers back as though to chastise him.
“Ow, ow, okay, please stop!” Tim felt like his knuckle was about to crack, and was relieved when the old man finally did release his hands. The man turned away from him, and walked towards the back shelf behind the counter.
“I am not going to remove it just yet,” said the Jarovian. “Not until I feel like I’ve received proper reimbursement.”
“Just tell me what you need and I’ll find it!” Tim said to him. He was desperate at this point. It seemed like a cruel joke to him, a lesson about the dangers of over indulgence that was being taught to him bluntly and deliberately.
“I need you to find someone for me,” said Jarovian. “My daughter. Bring her back to me, and I will do everything I can for you.”
Tim was silent for a moment. The old man seemed sincere enough. He figured if that was what he needed to do in order to have peace from this curse, then so be it. He opened his mouth to give his answer, and then stopped.
“Did you set me up?” Tim said. “Did you curse me intentionally, just so you could have me at your beck and call?”
Jarovian gave him a strange smile, and then began pulling a variety of instruments out from behind the counter. There was a compass, what looked like an animal skin flask, an ancient looking map, and finally, a short and very sharp looking sword.
“You will have to learn to deal with your predicament on this journey,” he said. “Learn to control your newfound power. It is more of a gift than you realize. Learn to control it and return my daughter to me.”
Tim listened, and stayed silent. He waited for a moment, expecting the old man to continue. He walked around to Tim’s side of the counter and stepped right up close to him, his face only inches away.
“This is the task I have for you. Bring her back to me, safely and untouched, and I will release you from your curse.”
Jarovian extended his hand. Tim looked down at it, and began to think about where he would end up if he shook it.
CHAPTER 10
“Why do you expect me to believe you?”
Tim studied the face of the old man as he waited for a response. Smoke billowed in flumes around his head, and his expression was soft, but also very deliberate. The shop was just as dim and dingy as ever, and the overcast night sky was not charitable in the light it offered through the windows.
“What reason would you have to doubt me?” Jarovian asked, the words leaving his mouth very slowly. “You came to me looking for a way to undo the effects of a potion, a potion which you received from me…”
That much was undeniably true. Tim was there to return balance to his life. The liquid the man had offered him the night before, given with a vague and ambiguous warning, had turned his life into something he didn’t recognize. He lived now constantly beset in every direction by the one thing he had pined for most beforehand – women.
It was as though he was emitting some type of unusually powerful pheromone, and on top of that, his own physical strength had been increased, at the expense of his self-control and emotional regulation. It was a tradeoff that was ruining his life. More than anything, Tim wanted to get back to his old self for the people close to him, the people he cared about and cared about him.
“I have no doubt that you’ve got a cure, what I want to know is why you’d send me on a quest in order for me to have it,” Tim said impatiently. “If your daughter has run away, that’s your problem. Let me pay for the cure and be on my way.”
“It’s your problem now,” said Jarovian. His voice was still the embodiment of age and wisdom. “I will not send you off without help. Take these artifacts. They will keep the evils you will face at bay.”
“Why don’t you just go yourself? I’m a stranger to y
ou, who is to say that I will actually follow through with this chase?”
“I am an old man, and you are a young man with an incentive,” said Jarovian. “It may seem strange for me to say, but I sense inside you a good heart. You will not fail me.”
Tim looked Jarovian deep in the eyes. They stared back at him, looking like hollow and empty globes. They gave off the impression of someone who had been blind from a young age, possibly since birth. He then looked down at the items that had been placed on the counter. A short but very sharp looking sword was the first thing that caught his eye.
He couldn’t imagine a situation that would require him to use that, and wondered just what the old man was sending him into. A compass lay beside it, next to it was an old animal skin flask, and to the side of that was a worn and ancient looking map of an ocean, with a less than detailed drawing of an island at the center.
“Manai,” said the old man, somehow reading his gaze with his blind eyes. “You will find my daughter on the island of Manai. I have given you directions to a ship that will take you across the ocean on the back of the map. Bring my daughter home to me and you will have your cure.”
“Give me the cure upfront,” said Tim. “I’m not being selfish or trying to deceive you, honestly this task will be a lot easier for me if every woman I come across isn’t trying to jump my bones.”
“I cannot do that. My daughter Lucia is the only one who has ever formulated the cure you need. You will just have to learn to control yourself and your newfound powers.”
Tim thought carefully before replying. Everything that was familiar to him in the world seemed to be in jeopardy because of this “curse”, as Jarovian called it. He couldn’t exactly walk away and expect to live a normal life.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said after several silent seconds of deliberation. “But I’m going to need more than just a map and a sword.”
The man smiled, and then disappeared into the back of his shop. He had an old and weathered tome in his hands when he returned, and after blowing dust off of it, he passed it to Tim.
“This is the most powerful artifact out of all of the ones I am entrusting you with,” he said. “Be forewarned, it has many instructions for black magic. Much of it is similar in nature to what you have been cursed with. Do not take using it lightly.”
“I won’t,” Tim said. He looked at Jarovian, and though it was dark in the room, he detected an air of something new around him. The man was very reserved and hard to read, but Tim could see a slight look of desperation in his eyes, and something that looked like hope.
“I’ll find your daughter and bring her back to you,” said Tim. “Be ready to hold up your end of the bargain. I’ll need that cure for more than just myself.”
Tim grabbed all of the items Jarovian had entrusted him with off the counter and stuffed them into his bag. He carefully wrapped the sword in a shirt he had in his bag, and then tied it to one of the shoulder straps. Then, after nodding to the old man and receiving a small bow in return, he walked out of the shop without looking back.
CHAPTER 11
The night sky loomed over his head as he biked back to his house. He was almost overwhelmed by the entire situation. Parsing it out felt like putting together a jigsaw puzzle without any idea of what the original picture looked like, or if all of the pieces were even there. He knew that there was no going back now. He had long since crossed over the invisible line that separated his old life from this new adventure.
Tim thought about just what exactly this new adventure would entail as he biked. He couldn’t do it alone, that much he was sure of. He figured Marco would be as good of a traveling companion as any, assuming that he could be convinced.
Then there was the issue of his step mom, Angela. She had also unwittingly drunk a part of the potion, and was now subject to the same curse that he was. Would she be okay left on her own while he was away? There was no telling just how long it would take him to find this girl and bring her back.
As Tim pulled his bike down the familiar drive that led to his house, a new concern was immediately brought into focus.
“Fuck, that’s Kate’s car!” he murmured out loud, seeing the familiar pink Volkswagen beetle parked outside.
Kate was Angela’s biological daughter, and Tim’s step sister. At 19, she was a year older than Tim, and had left for college around the same time that Angela and his father had gotten married. She was a petite girl, with long blond hair, large, gorgeous breasts, and perfect hips, just like her mother. For some reason, she had always been incredibly affectionate towards Tim, and treated him almost as though he was the older sibling, relying on him for advice and protection.
For her to be here now would add another complication into the mix. Angela would still be under the effect of Tim’s curse, and vice versa. The two of them had been unable to resist giving in earlier that day, and it would be a disaster if the same thing occurred with an actual witness present.
“Well things could be worse,” Tim said out loud quietly. “At least grandma didn’t decide to swing by for a visit.”
He brought his bike into the garage, and then headed in through the side door. It was past dinner time, and as usual, Tim noticed that Angela had laid out a plate of food for him on the counter. He went over to it and was bringing it to the table when Kate walked in. She was wearing a pink tank top and a small, tight fitting pair of shorts.
“Timothy!” She ran over to him and threw her arms around him. If it had been any other woman, Tim would have just assumed it was in response to his curse. In this case, it was different. Kate and him had always been close. They’d only known each other for the two years that their parents had been an together, but in that time they had developed a natural rapport as brother and sister.
“Hey sis, long time no see,” he said to her.
“I’ve missed you so much, little bro! Why haven’t you kept in touch more?”
“I just figured you’d be busy with school. Things have been pretty boring here, anyway.”
It was mostly true, thought Tim. Up until the events of the last day, his life had been a relatively routine affair. His sister certainly did seem to have interesting timing, dropping in for a visit when she did, and Tim wondered if there was a reason behind it.
“So why did you drive down anyway?” He asked her. “Just felt like coming for a weekend visit, or what?”
“Things have been tough, Tim,” she said to him. He could hear her voice waver with emotion. “I went through a rough break up…really all I want right now is to be here with you and mom.”
“I guess that’s one more thing we have in common,” Tim said to her. “Lisa dumped me yesterday.”
Kate looked at him with her soft eyes and seemed to gush with compassion.
“That’s terrible! Do you want to curl up on the couch tonight and watch a movie?”
It was only then that Tim noticed that Kate had been rubbing her hand along his arm. It seemed like a tender gesture from a sister to her brother, but the nature of the curse made Tim think that it was something more.
“Maybe another night,” he said to her. “I have a bunch of homework I need to finish up with.”
“Are you sure? It would be so much fun!” Kate had begun rubbing her other hand on his chest. It definitely went a little beyond their typical brother and sister behavior, but it was a little more reserved than the reactions he had gotten from other women with the curse. That’s probably a good thing, Tim thought to himself.
It was at that moment that Angela walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a nice low cut dress, a tight fitting black number that clung to her frame and showed off her curves. Tim instantly began to feel his dick spring to attention. He knew it was because his mother, like him, was also under the curse.
Her tits looked amazing in the dress. With both of them under the effect of each other’s curses, it was extremely hard to keep things from developing quickly. The synergy created from the attraction both had fo
r each other made things very tricky. An incident had already happened earlier that day in which Tim was totally unable to resist his mom, resulting in them having an intense sexual encounter that was still fresh in his memory.
“Hey Tim,” his mom said to him, smiling. “Where have you been all night?”
Angela walked over and stood a little bit too close to him. The sexual tension hung on the air in a way that was almost palpable. Tim’s mind was on the verge of fogging over, and he had to fight just to keep his hands from reaching out and fondling her gorgeous tits.
“That’s not really any of your business, mom,” he said to her. In reality, he had no reason not to tell her. It just felt like any concession he made at that moment, in the kitchen and intoxicated with lust, would lead him into a situation with his mom that would quickly end up out of hand.
“I think you need to tell me, honey,” she said to him. “Don’t you want to give your mom the details?”
“I think I’ve given you enough details for one day,” he replied. His dick was aching; he couldn’t remember ever feeling this horny before in his life. His cock seemed like it was being drawn towards his mother’s crotch by a magnet, and it took all his willpower to keep space in between them.
“Besides, Kate is here,” he said, finally willing himself to take a step back from his sex charged mother. “Why don’t we just have a quiet night together and turn in early?”
“Hey, you guys don’t have to do anything special on my behalf,” Kate said, completely oblivious. “I didn’t really give anyone advance notice, anyway.”
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