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Chapter One: A Meeting.So when I got the invitation to my five year high school reunion, well I felt bad first because I hadn t talked to my mom in a couple of weeks. I tried to call her at least once a week, but I had to call her going to a meeting, or a date, or getting my pants back on. Still she had to be happy to hear from her only son, right? Anyway, I got the invitation and decided that while I would love going to show them all how I really was better than they were, I just did not have the time to meet with people that did nothing for me in my life. You see, we all do things like this. We get so wrapped in our own lives we don t think about how our decisions radiate out and affect so many others. I know that now, but getting to why will take us a while, so just stay with me here, okay? Great! So there I am in New York City, in a power tie being a power player, dating models, fucking them silly and leaving as soon as they nod off to sleep. I was happy. And, I was oblivious. I really had been all my life, but I am getting ahead of myself again. I never thought a bit about the reunion until the night it happened. Way back home along the western Gulf Coast that night, a meeting was taking place. It was not a meeting I would have given a rat s ass about and knowing it was taking place, I would have laughed about it. My mother lived in the same little teeny house I grew up in, I figured she was happy there, why disturb her? Three cars had pulled one after the other into her drive way. Doors opened and women got out. One stopped and moved to her rear door. In New York City I came home asmidnight approached, smelling of the awful perfume my female competition preferred and her pussy. Four women, one holding the hand of a small boy stood on my mother s porch and rang her doorbell. My mother answered the door and looked over each of the woman then stepped aside and let them all into her home later than she had ever received guests. She closed the door behind herself. As my mother met her grandson for the first time, my phone rang with one of my regular fuck buddies outside my building in nothing but a fur coat and a raging case of hornies; I was good for another round and wondered how she would like the taste of Kaityn s pussy on my cock. I called the doorman to let her up. My mother talked to another mother and her just High school graduated daughter. Kaitlyn seemed to want to taste my cock more than she ever had before and it made me smile, my bet was she was at least bi and had no idea. Maybe I could help her out. In my mother s living room, they all listened to the last woman, scarred and disfigured and sick from bad plastic surgeries. All of the women were crying now, the five year old was fast asleep on his mother s lap. I was falling asleep in Kaitlyn s breath slow and even across my skin. A good cum does that for you. My dreams were never really too vivid for me and I very rarely remembered them. This night was different. I saw a group of woman with red eyes gathered around a pot and my mother, a Deveraux by birth, putting strange items into a big pot. A photograph went into the pot and the women all said something. A clip of hair, the something repeated. The ritual went on and in my dream I could see a purple glow start from the pot. Then the dream changed, as dreams do, to the outlines of a man and a woman in bed. The man was restless, as if he was having a bad dream. The woman s head rested on his stomach and the satin sheets, good ones like I had, shot up over his loins as if his cock had erupted into an erection. He groaned and shifted and she tightened her hold on his waist in her sleep. I was having a dream about a man having an erection in his sleep? I was looking around for the scene to change when the man s body, save for the outline was engulfed in a dull pulsing purple light. Well, this seemed a little interesting to my dreaming mind, more so that a bunch of women chanting around a chili pot. The outline pf man began to change, his body lines seemed to be flowing, his body shortening, his square shoulders narrowing, his hips flaring, his waist growing narrower. I wondered what the hell kind of dream I was having and why? I looked over his outline again and I got a laugh. In his light thrashing on the bed the satin sheet had gotten pulled up and the outline of his erect penis under them was gone. So much for his sexual prowess. The purple light faded from the man s body and I felt a little aroused and mostly amused. Thank God that some things can only happen in dreams, I wanted to stay in the dream to find out what the woman would do when she woke up and found herself in bed with another woman then rather than the man she had fallen asleep on. The trouble was something was tugging me to wakefulness. Next |