“Do it Tim,” she said to him. “I want you to fuck me, Tim. Fuck your mommy.”
“Oh god!” Tim undid her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. They were huge and soft, with perfect pink nipples and a full, natural shape. His cock was aching with the need for release at this point, and he pulled it out of his boxers and aimed it at her panties. Angela was just as horny as he was, and pushed her crotch up against it. If it wasn’t for the thin layer of fabric she still had on, it would have penetrated her, and Tim quickly pulled down her underwear and set about doing just that. He teased the opening of her cunt with the head of his cock before pushing all the way in, and then had a strange thought.
“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.
“I never promised you anything, boy.” The old man 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 this man 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 don’t have everything I need,” said the old man. “Not to make you a counter spell, and not for proper reimbursement.”
“Just tell me what you need and I’ll find it!” Tim said to the old man. 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,” he said to Tim. “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?”
The old man 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,” the old man 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.”
The old man extended his hand. Tim looked down at it, and began to think about where he would end up if he shook it.
END
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The Exchange Student: Host Temptation
By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidenta
l. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
PROLOGUE
The storage room was small to begin with, but the grinding bodies of Zack and his homeroom teacher, Ms. Wade, generated enough heat to make it seem like sauna. He pushed his cock inside her, hard, feeling himself dangling on the verge of exploding.
Ms. Wade had to stifle her moans, totally lost in ecstasy, almost to the point of forgetting that she was being fucked and defiled by her own student. Her cunt felt amazing against Zack’s cock, and he pumped his dick into it firmly, knowing that he wasn’t going to stop until he blew his load deep inside of her.
Zack had already suffered more than enough sexual teasing at the hands of his host mother, and was dead set on following his primal urges through to fruition. He thrust into Ms. Wade with all the urgency and intensity of a man that needs to cum, and to get a proper release, however illicit it may be. His teacher was pushed up against the wall and he was fucking her roughly, giving little thought to the chaotic events that had led to the situation.
CHAPTER 1
The salty ocean waves lapped meekly against the side of the boat. Zack Harmon leaned over the railing, looking down about twenty feet into the water below. It seemed to be a strange contrast, such a large boat taking him out to such a small island.
Zack was 18 years old, in his senior year of high school, and part of a several month exchange student program. Many of the more scenic and exciting locations had been snapped up by the students with more money. It was just the way things went, and given his modest, scattered upbringing, it also really wasn’t much of a surprise.
Easthaven sounded good on paper. It was a small, remote town on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. Until Zack actually started doing some research on the place, he was holding out hope for a picturesque ocean vacation.
The town was just off the coast of eastern Canada. It was tiny in both size and population, with only about 5000 active residents, with more bleeding away each year. Unfortunately for Zack, it was his only option, and between that and staying in upstate New York with his newest foster family, the choice was clear.
The tip of Easthaven was beginning to poke out over the horizon. The air was cold this far north, even in the early fall. He shivered, wishing that he’d brought a heavier jacket as goose bumps began to prickle up on his arms.
Next to him were a suitcase and a duffel bag, which carried the entirety of his belongings between the two of them. Packing had been a strange experience. He had only a small amount of possessions that he could really call his own, and wasn’t even sure that his room in the foster home would still be his when he got back. He stuffed away everything into his luggage, and set off, not sure of what to expect.
The engines of the boat were loud, and seemed to clash against the water in the way they fought against the sea’s natural equilibrium. He walked from the front of the boat, along the railing, towards the side. There was a girl not too far down the way from him, and he smiled at her as their eyes met.
“Hey there,” he said. “How’s it going?”
“Good, thanks,” she replied.
There was a momentary silence, and she returned the smile. The girl had the foresight to wear warm, heavy clothing, Zack noticed. She had on a pink, feminine looking winter hat, and a thick wool jacket that still managed to cling to her in a way to show of nice breasts underneath it. She had a trim waist and very slender hips, and was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants.
“Are you part of the exchange program, or just visiting?” he asked.
The girl’s eyes lit up at the question.
“Yeah, the exchange program. I take it you are too?”
“Yep, unfortunately I am,” he replied, smiling. He meant it as a joke, but the truth in his words seemed to almost come back on him.
“Why unfortunately?” asked the girl. “I had to fight tooth and nail just to get a chance at this, I would think you’d be glad to get the experience.”
“It doesn’t sound like Easthaven is really the center of, well, anything,” he said. “Actually, it doesn’t sound like the town has anything to do at all.”
“Well…I’m sure there will be something or another to do for fun,” she said, her eyes beaming at him. “I’m sure we can find something…to past the time.”
There was a spark of chemistry between them, Zack could feel it clearly. He slid further down the railing next to her, and leaned in a little bit.
“I see you had the sense to actually bundle up for the cold,” he said.
“Yeah. You must be feeling it in that sweatshirt, do you want me to help warm you up?” she asked.
Zack opened his mouth slightly, unable to tell entirely whether she was joking or not. As if to enhance his dilemma, the girl slid one of her cloth gloved hands over and ran it across his fingers. He felt his cock begin to get a little excited, even despite the cold.
A large blow horn sounded towards the front of the ship. Zack turned his attention forward and saw that they were pulling into the port. He could see the town behind it, and got a good sense of just how small and rural it was from a single glance.
“Sorry, I have to go grab my luggage from below deck,” said the girl. “But was nice meeting you, uh…”
“Zack,” he said, reaching his hand towards her.
“Alex.” She shook his hand, and then walked over to a stairway near the center of the ship. Zack watched her walk away, noticing the slight, feminine wiggle of her hips with every step. He smiled. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all, he thought to himself.
CHAPTER 2
There were only about ten passengers disembarking, including Zack. Alex was a few steps ahead of them as they walked onto the wooden pier, but his attention was drawn to something else. A woman was standing at the edge of the shore next to a car, holding up a sign that read, in big letters, “ZACK HARMEN”.
The exchange program that his school ran operated off an old fashioned model in which each student would be placed in a household with a host family for the duration of their stay. The arrangements were determined without any input from the students, and as such, Zack had no real idea what he was getting into when he signed up.
The woman holding the sign was probably in her mid-thirties and absolutely gorgeous. She had a petite figure, but with large breasts, a thin waist, and curvy hips. She was dressed in a warm looking woman’s overcoat, with a pink scarf wrapped around her neck and a pair of sunglasses on.
He put down one of his bags and waved to her before walking over. Her reaction when she realized who he was involved clapping and hopping up and down slightly, as though she was encountering a lost loved one.
“Hello!” he yelled as he walked up to her. “I’m Zack.”
The woman instantly pulled him into a tight hug, and he dropped his bags in surprise. He hadn’t been sure exactly what to expect on this island, but this was far from it. After a moment, he wrapped his arms around her and returned the embrace, slightly bemused, but enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts against his chest.
“Zack, it’s so nice to meet you,” she said. “I’m Quinn. I’m…I’m going to be your host mother for your stay.”
She let go of him, and flashed a broad smile.
“I’m so excited, I can’t wait to show you the town,” she said. “But where are my manners, you must be exhausted. Hop in and let me take care of these.”
“Oh no, it’s fine, I can-“ Quinn interrupted him, moving to grab his bags.
“Sweetie, please, I insist,” she said. “Let me welcome you onto our little island properly.”
She threw his stuff into the backseat of the car. Zack couldn’t help but admire her butt as she bent over, which seemed to be perfectly toned and just the right size. She quickly turned back to him after loading his bags into the car, and for a moment, he thought she might have caught him.
“Alright, hop in,” she said, wa
lking to the driver’s seat. “The town is small, it’s just a quick drive to my place…or should I say, our place?”
“Okay,” he said. “Thanks Quinn, you are really making me feel welcome.”
“It’s one of my skills.”
She smiled at him, and he climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Quinn started the engine, and pulled the car out of the dock parking lot and onto the road.
“So tell me about yourself, Zack,” she said. “What made you want to take the opportunity to be in the exchange program?”
Zack looked ahead at the town as they drove into it. There were only a few people on the streets. The buildings seemed to be well maintained, for the most part, and it gave the area a very homely feel.
“It was pretty much the only option for me,” said Zack. “My situation back in the states is…complicated, to say the least.”
“You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to,” said Quinn. “I have my own household issues to deal with. My husband works in the oil fields, usually for months at a time. We don’t really talk all that much, not anymore.”
Zack wasn’t sure how to respond to her confession. They passed a car in the other lane and it honked. Quinn smiled and waved her fingers on the wheel towards the driver.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all of my baggage on you,” she said. “I guess, part of the reason I agreed to be a host mom was just to have a slightly more active home. That’s terrible, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so,” said Zack. “Though it is a little, well, different from what I was expecting. Aren’t most host families usually like, an entire family.”
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