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Electronic Wilderness Publishing Presents:
NO TIME IN THE PRESENT by NET WOLF!!!
The story of a boy who discovers that he can stop time, and
then his eyes turn to his young mother...
Codes: ts, inc, mF, nc(?)
This story, and all of Net Wolf's work, can be found at:
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No Time in the Present
By Net Wolf
It started out like any other day for Gary Milner. He
slapped his hand down on the alarm clock and stumbled through his
morning ritual: showering, dressing, eating. He was only marginally
aware of his surroundings as he walked out the door to head for school.
Gary was fourteen, and already a sophomore. He'd skipped a
grade back in elementary school, and he'd resented it ever since. Gary
was always the butt of jokes, and always the one left out of things.
It wasn't fair. He was smart, he was fairly good-looking, and he was
sensitive to those around him. That should have added up to being very
popular with the girls. Unfortunately, he was also totally awkward
when approaching a female, and he'd only ever gotten so far as asking
one out twice. On each occasion, she'd had "another commitment"
already.
None of this was running through Gary's head as he biked
his way to school. When he did think of it, he found it upsetting that
he was so alone among his peers, but for the most part, he tried to
focus on his school work, and just get on with his life. He didn't
consider himself a genius, or a prodigy, or anything like that. He was
just a kid who was younger than all his classmates, and more or less
alone.
The thoughts that *were* running through Gary's mind that
morning all revolved around his biology exam. He didn't like biology.
It was one of the few classes he'd ever had trouble with. The smells
of dissection made him sick, and the whole subject was one he just
found gross. The exam was a major portion of their grade, however, and
so he'd studied hard for it. Still, he worried. A lot of the items
just didn't stick in his mind, and he thought he had probably forgotten
something important.
Nobody greeted him when he got to school, and, in fact, no
one spoke to him very much throughout the day. Even the teachers felt
slightly uncomfortable with his presence, which was odd to Gary, for he
had never caused the slightest bit of trouble. But this was the
pattern of Gary's life, and he had gotten used to it. He slipped
quietly through his day, waiting for the dreaded biology exam, which
came right before lunch. Biology had spoiled his appetite on more than
one occasion.
Gary slipped into his seat in class, and waited for the
bell to ring. He mentally went over his notes, and the text. He felt,
intellectually, that he was ready. It was the pit of his stomach that
had doubts.
The test was handed out as soon as class began, and the
students got right down to work. Gary found the first few questions
were fairly easy, and he hoped that his fears had been misplaced, that
the test would be easier for him than he had feared. However, as the
questions went on, they became more and more difficult, requiring him
to think harder and harder about his answer. He was acutely aware of
the passage of time. The first time he looked at his watch, the class
was already half over, and he was not halfway through the test. He
concentrated harder on his paper.
Gary was startled when the teacher announced, "Ten
minutes." Mr. Dykstra always announced the last few minutes of the
test, to panic the slower class members, or so Gary felt. He looked up
at the clock, for no reason other than it was what he always did when
someone announced the time. He knew he wouldn't finish the exam. He
still had twenty-five questions to go. As his eyes returned to his
paper, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He raised his hand
to his forehead, closing his eyes momentarily to let the feeling pass.
It was almost as if he had suffered head rush, just moving his head up
and down. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and felt the
sensation ease. He returned to the questions on his test.
Gary did not look at his watch throughout the rest of the
test. He was afraid to know how much time was left. He focused his
thoughts solely on the test questions. When he reached the last
question, and completed the answer, he was surprised. He had not
expected to be able to finish the test. As his head came back up, he
felt a strange emptiness in his head. It was as if something had
drained free.
Finally, Gary looked at his watch. He was stunned to see
that there were still eight minutes left in the class period. He
checked the class clock. It claimed there were nine minutes left.
Gary was stunned. How had he supposedly completed twenty-five test
questions in under two minutes? He had not noticed the utter silence
that had surrounded him during the completion of his test; his thoughts
had been too intent on the exam. He had not noticed that the student
who had been carrying her exam to the teacher's desk did not reach that
desk until he had finished. In short, Gary hadn't noticed anything
unusual. Except that he had completed twenty-five test questions in an
impossible period of time. *What the hell?*
The rest of Gary's day went normally, and he couldn't
figure out just what had happened. Perhaps he'd just imagined it? But
no, he had clearly heard the teacher's announcement, and seen the clock
on the wall. There was no way he could have finished the test in ten
minutes - if, that is, they had been a normal ten minutes.
He biked home in confusion, wondering if he was actually
going crazy. When he walked in the house, his mother greeted him in
her usual cheery way, and that, at least, helped to brighten his day
somewhat.
Sharon Milner had been a very young mother. She had gotten
pregnant at the age of fifteen. The father was a jock who didn't even
consider marrying her, but had left her to her own devices with the
advice of "get an abortion." Her family had ostracized her, except for
one aunt, who had taken pity on her. This aunt had set up a fund for
Sharon to live on so that she could raise her little boy. When the
aunt died a few years later in a car accident, Sharon learned that she
was the sole heir of her aunt's estate, which was enough money that she
had no need to work.
Sharon liked being a housewife, even without a husband to
be a wife to. She adored Gary, and they got along very well. As she
greeted him that afternoon, she could tell he was a little troubled.
"Is something wrong, hon?" she asked.
"Not really," he answered. "I just feel a little... out of
whack."
"Are you getting sick?" she asked with some concern.
"Nah, not that," he answered. "Mom, have you ever... has it
ever seemed like you got something done in way less time than it should
have taken you?"
"Hmm. Usually it's the other way around for me... I think
something's going to take just a few minutes, and it takes an hour. I
can't say as it has ever gone the other way. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing. I just... well, I actually finished my biology
test today, and I really didn't think I would."
"Well, sweetie, maybe you're just smarter than you think
you are," she said cheerily, with a warm smile on her face.
"Yeah, maybe," he said. "Anyway, I'm gonna be in my room
for a while. What's for dinner?"
"Pork chops."
"Cool."
Gary had spent the night trying to work out what had
happened, but had come to no conclusion. Since he had not had any
further experiences, he chalked it up to his imagination, and tried to
forget about it. By the next morning, he had almost convinced himself
that it hadn't happened.
It was easy for him to forget about his previous day as he
immersed himself in his schoolwork. It wasn't actually hard for him,
but he was diligent about making sure he was fully up-to-date with his
work. In fact, he was about three weeks ahead of the class in almost
every case, with the exception of biology, but the teachers tolerated
that without much comment.
Having finished up a relatively good day, Gary was walking
out to his bike when he was grabbed and pulled into a niche, unseen
from the school yard. In that niche was a boy named Carl Watkins.
Carl was a senior, and on the weight-lifting team. He was massive, and
he was angry.
"Okay, Milner," Carl said menacingly, "I'm giving you just
one more chance. Are you gonna do my homework for me, or not?"
Now, Carl was roughly as smart as a small poodle, so Gary
could easily have handled his homework, but that wasn't the point.
Gary wasn't going to get into trouble for this big oaf. He knew he was
up a creek on this one, but he figured the beating wouldn't be as bad
as his conscience nagging him every time he did the guy's algebra.
"It isn't going to happen, Carl. You might as well get it
into your head. Beating me up won't make any difference, either."
Gary tried to reason with him. He knew it would be unsuccessful, but
he had to make the effort.
"Sure it'll make a difference. Just wait, you'll see."
Carl pulled his fist back, and let loose at Gary's face. Gary, not
having anywhere to turn, just closed his eyes and waited for the
inevitable. As he did, he felt the dizzy feeling, but he hadn't yet
felt the punch. He found that very odd. What was even more
disconcerting was that he was still standing up, and the punch had yet
to land, though it certainly should have by now.
Gary finally opened his eyes, and nearly fainted. The fist
was a mere inch from his face. However, it wasn't moving. Carl was
frozen in place: he appeared to be a statue.
Quickly, Gary moved out of the line of Carl's punch. He
had no idea what was going on now. He pushed at Carl, who tilted
slightly. When Gary removed his hand, Carl stayed in his tilted
position. Gary was truly confused now. *What the hell is going on?*
It finally dawned on him that, not only was Carl not moving, none of
the cars were moving, either. And the scene was quieter than any tomb
could hope to be. The only sound was the beating of Gary's heart, and
his ragged breathing. *Shit! What the hell happened? What did I
do?* He knew that it had been his doing: he'd felt the dizziness just
as it had occurred. He thought back to yesterday. *Is this the same
thing? Did everything freeze while I took my test yesterday? But
how?* Gary looked at his watch to see that it was not, in fact,
changing time. The seconds on his digital watch were frozen.
Badly frightened, Gary took off. He ran to his bike, and
hopped on. Just as he began to pedal, time started again. It took him
so by surprise that he almost lost his balance. He stumbled with his
feet, and finally got his rhythm back. He headed very quickly for
home. He was glad it was a weekend. At least he'd have until Monday
to figure out what was going on with him.
By the time he got home, Gary had settled down, but his
mother could sense he was somewhat distraught. "Honey, what's the
matter?" she asked as he started up the stairs. Gary stopped and
looked down at her.
"Um... nothing, Mom. Just that stupid Carl bugging me
again," he answered, telling a half-truth. It had been Carl's fault,
after all.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Sharon knew her son was
not a fighter.
"Didn't lay a glove on me," Gary joked, grinning. He
quickly moved up the stairs to his bedroom, where he flopped down to
try to figure out what the hell was going on.
*I don't get it. First, I finish my test in what would have to be
record time, and then everything around me just goes kaput! Like the
world just stopped... Stopped... in time. Shit, that's it! It's like time
froze! For everyone except me, anyway... What the hell? Why is this
happening to me?*
Gary spent several hours that night trying to come to a
conclusion. He decided he didn't have enough information to go on.
All he knew then was that time was acting weirdly around him. Why time
had chosen to do this, he didn't know. He did understand that he was
getting a warning: the dizzy feeling in his head had come both times
that time had decided to act up. It was too great a leap for him to
take the next step, and he fell asleep before he ever came to it.
The next morning, Gary crawled out of bed feeling very
tired. It was almost as if he hadn't slept at all. He stumbled around
his room, trying to wake up. Being a Saturday, he didn't have to rush
off to school, and so he took his time before thumping downstairs to
get something to eat.
He trudged around the kitchen, still half-asleep, not
really paying attention to what he was doing. He filled his orange
juice glass, and set it on the counter, turning to get a bowl from the
cabinet. As he turned back, his elbow knocked the juice glass, which
tipped, and then slid off the counter.
"Shit!" Gary cried out, knowing it would shatter when it
hit the floor. But it didn't. Gary felt the dizziness, and then
everything froze. He was startled, but not that badly. It was
beginning to occur to him that time wasn't acting funny around him, it
was him that was acting funny around time. He stared at the orange
juice, which had tumbled out of the glass and was hanging in mid-air,
waiting for time to get going again so it could complete its
gravity-induced trip to the floor. Gary took hold of the glass, and
just sort of stared at the juice, trying to think of what to do.
As he looked at the juice, a strange sensation came over
him, as if his head were draining of a stuffy nose, almost. He didn't
have much time to wonder what that was, as time restarted, and the
juice finally got the chance to continue its journey to the tile
below. Gary stared at his juice glass for a long time before setting
it down.
*So, there's one feeling when this thing starts, and a
different feeling when it stops? Weird. I've got to find a way to get
a handle on this thing, a way to control it, if that's possible at
all. I can't go through life having time stopping and restarting on me
randomly. That would really suck.*
He cleaned up his mess, ate his breakfast, and went back to
his room to consider what to do.
Later that day, Gary was in the living room, reading. He
still didn't know exactly what to do about his new situation, but
figured he couldn't sit around thinking about it all day, so he was
trying to take his mind off it. He had gotten well-engrossed in the
book he was reading when his mother came into the room to straighten up.
Gary took the time away from his book to look at his mother
surreptitiously. He enjoyed looking at his young mother. At 29,
Sharon still had a wonderful body, with large breasts and a firm ass.
Her light blonde hair fell down past her shoulders, and her legs were
nicely toned from her aerobics class. Gary felt he was the luckiest
guy he knew, getting to look at her all the time. She always made sure
she was fully covered-up around him, but some of her clothes allowed
his imagination to run rampant.
Today, for instance, she was wearing a loose T-shirt and a
pair of shorts. The shorts were tight, and hugged her hips
invitingly. The T-shirt hung out away from her body, because her tits
stood so far out. He continued to stare in secret as she straightened
up the room. When she bent over the coffee table to rearrange the
magazines, he thought he could look at her in that position all day
long.
Suddenly, time froze again. *Uh-oh. Here we go again...*
As he thought about it, however, he kind of liked that time was frozen
just now. He stared at his mother like that for a solid minute. He
finally got up the courage, and moved a little closer. Today her hair
was in a pony tail, and it lay across her back rather than falling down
to hide her face. Her T-shirt hung loosely around her in this position.
The part that interested Gary was the neck of the tee. The
shirt was at least a size too big for his mother, but she liked baggy
tops, to make her chest more comfortable. He moved into position, and
gazed down the neck opening of the shirt. He could just make out the
swelling of her breasts as they hung off her chest. He could see the
top of her bra, holding in those wonderful mounds of flesh. It was in
that moment that he wished he could see them without coverings. Oh,
he'd had those thoughts before, but he never had any hope of doing
anything about them.
*But, if I could control this damned time-thing, I could
definitely get good peeks!*
Just then, he began to get the draining feeling. He
quickly moved back to his seat, picking up his book just as time
restarted. Sharon noticed nothing unusual; not even the hard-on in her
son's jeans.
Now that he was aware of it, and paying attention, Gary saw
that time tended to stop for short periods of time around him for
seemingly no reason at all. Over the course of the weekend, he'd had
only two more long pauses, which didn't seem to be special in their
content. He didn't understand what was going on. He did notice that
the dizzy feeling seemed to be lessening, which worried him, for it was
the only way he knew that time had stopped in some cases. He had to
talk to somebody about it.
On Monday, Gary returned to school, and immediately sought
out one of his resource-contacts, Brad. Brad and Gary shared
information and technical knowledge from time to time to get their
projects done. Gary found him already in class. They didn't have the
same class, so he had to hustle.
"Hey, Gary," Brad greeted, "What's up?"
"Hey. Can you meet me at the park after school? I need to
talk to you about something, but... not here."
"Sure, no problem. See ya then."
Gary nodded, and then hurried out of the class to make it
to his own on time.
Gary was already waiting when Brad showed up. The
time-freeze effect had taken hold during his ride over, so it took him
almost literally no time at all. Brad rode up on his bike, and then
sat down on the other side of the picnic table Gary had chosen. They
were well away from anyone else in the park. Gary had chosen to talk
to Brad because he seemed to be the least likely person to go ballistic
or think that Gary was completely off his rocker, but they weren't true
friends, so he still wasn't sure just how Brad would react.
"Damn, how'd you get here so fast?" Brad asked, a little
winded. "I was riding for some exercise, and you *still* beat me!"
"That's what this is about," Gary answered. "And you're
not going to believe me when I tell you."
Brad's face took on a curious expression. The two didn't
tell "sea stories", as Brad's father would call them, to each other.
"Okay... shoot."
"Something weird is happening to me."
Brad could tell that Gary was serious, and worried. "What
is it? You sick?"
"Only maybe in the head," Gary answered, half-jokingly. "I
can only tell you what I'm seeing happen around me, okay?" Brad
nodded. "I *think* that I'm stopping time."
Brad tried not to laugh, because he knew Gary was serious.
"What makes you think so?" he asked after getting control of his
emotions.
"Okay, the first thing I noticed: you remember the bio exam
last week?" Brad nodded again. "When Mr. Daniels announced we had ten
minutes left, I still had twenty-five questions to do. You know how I
am with bio. Anyway, I *finished* that test. And when I looked up to
see how much time was left, there were still *nine* minutes left!"
"Well... maybe that's just the way it seemed to you?"
Gary shook his head. "There's more. Last Friday, Carl
snagged me again, to try to force me to do his homework. I said no
again... but this time he was going to beat me up. He swung at me, I
swear. I closed my eyes, and had this weird feeling in my head, and
then, when I opened my eyes, Carl was frozen. So was everything else.
I got the hell out of there, of course. But I noticed that Carl had
his hand all bandaged up today. I can only think that he probably
ended up hitting the wall that was behind me..."
Brad nodded, not sure what to say.
"Then, there was the glass I knocked off the counter, that
stopped in mid-air. I rescued the glass, although I was a little too
stunned to rescue the juice." Brad snickered, but kept his peace.
"Also, there were a few times that I was watching Mom clean up and
shit, and she'd just like freeze in place. I don't know if I'm going
nuts or not, Brad. But what I'm seeing says that time isn't acting
normal around me."
"Okay, you said you got a funny feeling when Carl was about
to hit you. What did it feel like?"
"Head rush, really. You know, you stand up too fast, and
you get dizzy. But I get it every time the freeze happens... but it's
been weakening. Now, when time freezes, it's barely noticeable."
"When was the last time stop you remember?"
"Me getting over here before you. Time stopped while I
rode my bike to the park. That's how I beat you here."
Brad nodded. He did notice that Gary hadn't been breathing
hard or sweating, unlike Brad. It was hard to dispute his claim, but
how could he believe it without proof?
"Can you do it any time you want?"
Gary just shook his head. "That's the irritating part!
I've got no control over it whatsoever. It comes and it goes when it
damned well pleases, and the hell with what I want."
Brad bit his lower lip, thinking. After a while, he said,
"Well, there are two options. One, you really are going nuts, or two,
you really can stop time. If you're going nuts, it's the weirdest case
I've ever heard of. I wish there was some way you could prove it to
me, though."
"Yeah, you and me, both. But I can't control it."
"I wonder... have you tried using machines during the time
stop?" Gary shook his head negatively. "Give it a try. Carry around
your digital camera, and see if you can get some kind of shot that
would be difficult to get during normal time."
"Like what?"
"Hell, I don't know. You're the smart one, think of
something!" He smiled at Gary to help ease the tension.
"Okay. I don't know if it'll work, but I'll give it a
shot. Look, I gotta get going. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Take it easy, man. We'll figure this thing out."
The two got on their bikes, and rode off in different
directions, each heading home. Brad wondered about Gary's sanity. So
did Gary.
At home, Gary felt a little better, now that he had at
least talked it over with someone. He got his camera down out of the
closet, and checked the batteries. He'd had a fascination with
photography last year, but it had sort of died out. He put the camera
in its case, and clipped it to a belt loop on his pants. Then he sat
down to consider just what kind of picture would be proof that time
wasn't progressing.
After a while, it came to him that there was something he
could do, but he of course had to wait for time to stop to try it. In
the meanwhile, he messed around on his computer, and did some homework.
Finally, he felt the dizzy sensation, faint but still
recognizable. All the sound around him stopped. Quickly, he grabbed
his textbook, and shoved it straight into the air, upside-down, so the
open pages faced the floor. He let go of the book, and held his
breath. He wasn't quite sure that the book wouldn't fall.
It didn't, and the pages stayed where they had been,
defying the gravity that they did not at the moment feel. Gary's
movements were clumsy as he grabbed for his camera. Finally, he got it
out, and brought it up to take the picture. Sure enough, the camera
came on, and he snapped several pictures of the book. He even turned
the book a couple of times, but kept it at the same height, snapping
more pictures, to try to show that it wasn't some kind of trick.
When he was finished, he put the book back on his desk, to
avoid the loud thump that would occur when time restarted. He sat
down, wondering how long this spell would last. The longest he'd had
so far was biking over to meet Brad, and that had only been four
minutes, by his estimation, which he'd done by counting in his head.
After some while, Gary scratched his head. Time seemed to
be determined to stay stuck this time. He got up and left his room, to
see if there was anything else he could take a picture of while he had
the chance.
Moving through the house, he finally found his mother. She
appeared to be getting ready for a shower. She had taken her shirt
off, and it was on its way into the hamper, frozen in air. Gary wished
time could have waited a moment, for then he'd have had a better view,
but he took what he could get. He took a shot of the shirt, not
moving, and then, on impulse, he took a few shots of his mother. She
had her back to him, but he got her reflection in the mirror, and that
was a damned nice view.
Suddenly, Gary felt the draining, and he moved quickly out
of her bedroom, closing the door before he heard, felt, and saw time
start up again. He held his breath outside the door for a few moments,
but all he heard were the noises of his mother continuing to undress.
He snuck quietly away from her bedroom.
* *
The next day after school, Gary rode to Brad's house. His
parents wouldn't be home until they got off work, and so it gave the
boys some privacy. Gary's mother stayed home most of the time, except
for her occasional forays to the gym, or to go shopping. The two boys
dumped their bikes in the garage, and headed into Brad's room.
Gary immediately got out his camera, and hooked it up to
the computer, so that he could show Brad his proof. He had looked
through the pictures the night before, to make sure that something had
actually happened. It boggled Gary's mind that light still moved with
time stopped, but apparently it did, and he didn't really question how.
The computer finished booting, and Brad loaded his picture
viewer. The first image from the camera popped on the screen, showing
the book, suspended in air, without any support, and the pages weren't
hanging limp as they should have been.
"Holy shit," Brad opined. "You didn't glue the pages
together, did you?"
"A school book? Are you crazy?"
"Okay, okay. What's next?"
They flipped through the pictures of the book suspended in
air, taken from different angles and such. Then they got to the
picture of the shirt, heading for the hamper.
"Well, this could have been anytime, I mean, it looks
normal."
"Does it, Brad? My camera doesn't have high shutter
speeds."
"What are you talking... oh, yeah, no motion blur. Shit."
Gary had not intended to show Brad the pictures he had
taken of his mother, but it didn't occur to him to stop him in time.
"Holy fuck!" Brad exclaimed in a whisper. Gary just sat
there, studying the picture on the screen. He had already seen it
many, many times, but it still fascinated him. "Well, no fucking doubt
now, man. There is *no way* your mom would have let you take that
shot."
"It was just a fluke. That's what she happened to be doing
when time stopped. I still haven't got any fucking control!" Gary was
frustrated.
"Shit, yeah, I know what you're saying. If you had
control... hell, you could have better pics than this one."
The thought had only vaguely formed in Gary's mind before,
but he didn't object to it. He'd thought his mom was hot since he'd
hit puberty.
"There is something you can try," Brad said. "I have no
idea if it'll work or not, but it couldn't hurt, I suppose."
"What's that?" Gary inquired.
"There's a meditation practice that my grandfather taught
me a few years back. He passed away last year, and he never told me
what it was called, so I have no idea how to study more of it, but it
really helps me focus, ya know? Maybe if you could focus more, or
concentrate better, then you could control this thing."
"Hey, anything's worth a try. Will you teach it to me?"
"On one condition," Brad answered with a smirk.
"What?"
"I wanna see more pictures, and less clothes."
Gary blushed, but knew that he'd do it. He'd do it for
himself, and showing Brad was just the price of admission. They'd both
been drooling over his mother for years.
"Done."
"Okay. We haven't got time now. What about this weekend?"
"All right, I guess... I suppose I can put up with this thing
for that long."
"Hey, it might not work. But it really helps me with
concentrating and shit."
"Yeah, okay. Look, I gotta get home before it gets too
dark. I'll catch ya later."
"Yeah, man. Bye."
For the next few days, Gary suffered through the occasional
stoppage of time. Unfortunately, it had not been convenient enough to
give him more opportunities to get good shots of his mother. He had to
settle for studying the pictures he had, noticing how her tits swelled,
how smooth her back was as it disappeared into her jean-shorts. He
really wanted more!
Finally, Saturday rolled around. Gary left early to head
over to Brad's house. Brad's mom let him in, and he was about to go to
Brad's room when Brad called him from the back door. He hurried in
that direction.
"Hey, Gary. We have to do this outside, it takes up too
much room."
"Oh, okay." The two of them moved out into the back yard,
where it was obvious that Brad had moved a lot of the junk out of the
way.
"How much space are we going to need?" Gary asked.
"You could call this a moving meditation, it requires you
to move in certain ways. Kind of like a martial arts kata, but the
movements aren't those kind. Here, take off your shirt and put this
on." He handed him a very loose pull-over. Seeing Gary's inquiring
look, he said, "If you do this right, that tight shirt you were wearing
would make you very uncomfortable. You're going to get very warm."
Gary thought this a little odd, given that it was actually
rather chilly out, but he did as requested. Once he'd done so, Brad
led him to the center of the yard, and immediately started with some
stretching.
"Trust me, you need to do the stretching. You'll regret it
if you don't. I did."
"Gotcha."
After a solid ten minutes of stretching, Brad stopped
them. "Okay, now the movements aren't hard, and you don't have to do
them just exactly the way I do them, but you will eventually feel the
energy flowing through you from doing it. If you *don't* feel the
energy moving, you need to stretch your arms and legs more, to get it
going. Also, try to keep your head up, and don't look down at your
feet all the time, like you're going to want to do." Brad smiled at
him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we get on with it now?" Gary was
excited and impatient, and didn't want to hear the usual jabber.
Brad laughed. "All right, grasshopper. Let's get started."
For the rest of the afternoon, they went over and over the
movements. The entire series took five minutes to move through. It
wasn't martial arts at all: the movements more reminded Gary of birds,
or clouds, or water. It was a smooth-flowing, almost dance-like
motion. It didn't take long before Gary did feel an energy flow
through his body. It wasn't significant; he figured he could really
attribute it to endorphin rush, but he enjoyed it, that was certain.
Finally, Brad turned to him and said, "Okay, I think you've
got the moves memorized. Now, I want to watch you do it for yourself,
without me." Gary nodded, and moved back to the center of the yard to
begin the series of movements. Brad leaned against the back porch
railing to watch.
Gary began the movements, focusing his thoughts on making
them fluid and smooth, rather than quick. It didn't take long before
the energy flow he had felt before began again, only this time it
strengthened. He unconsciously increased the pace of his movements,
but kept them flowing sleekly. He didn't notice the sounds around him
halting as he continued his motion. He was fully absorbed by the
moving meditation, his consciousness fully centered.
When he finished, sound started again, and he still didn't
notice it. He did, however, notice the look of shock on Brad's face.
"What? Did I do it wrong?" Gary asked, just slightly
winded.
"How the *fuck* did you get over there?" Brad nearly
screamed. "You were standing there," he said, pointing, "And then,
without even a blink, you were all the way over there!"
"Shit. Time must have stopped. I didn't even notice."
Brad shook his head, dazed at seeing what had looked like a
real-life magic trick. "Do it again. I want to see if time stops
again when you do it."
"Okay." So, Gary returned to the center of the yard, and
began again. This time, he paid slightly more attention to his
surroundings, feeling the energy flow, and noting that yes, the sounds
around him stopped almost immediately as the energy reached a certain
point and stayed there.
When Gary had finished, Brad was shaking his head again,
but wasn't quite as upset over it. "Damn, man. Well, even if the
pictures hadn't been proof, this sure as hell was. What are you
*feeling* when that happens?"
"You mean while I'm doing the meditation?" Brad nodded.
"Well, I feel this flow of energy. And it starts to get stronger.
When it reaches its peak, that's when time stopped. At least the
second time. I wasn't paying attention the first time," Gary admitted.
"You feel tired at all?"
"Nah, actually I feel pretty good."
"Okay. I want to see if this works all the time. Go
through it again."
Gary repeated the meditation five more times, and each
time, Brad missed it because time froze. When he'd finished the last
run-through, Gary moved over to Brad. "Now I'm starting to feel a
little winded."
"That's okay... It sure as hell worked. I mean, every time
you do it, time stops."
"But time starts right back up again when I finish. How
does that help?"
"What you have to learn is to be able to raise and lower
that energy you're feeling at will. After enough practice with the
meditation, you'll be able to do this. Now, obviously I can't control
time, but I've learned how to get myself into the mental state of the
moving meditation just while I'm sitting at my desk at school. It'll
take you a while, but you can do it. You just have to practice."
Gary chuckled.
"What?" Brad demanded.
"Well," Gary answered him, "it's not like I don't have the
*time* to practice!" They both laughed, and Brad bopped him on the arm.
"You bastard! I guess you oughta get going. It's gonna
get dark soon."
"Okay, man. Thanks for teaching me this."
"You just remember the price."
Gary just nodded.
For the next three weeks, Gary practiced his meditation in
the back yard. Of course, since time stopped while he would perform
it, he had no idea how long each day he would go. He simply would go
until his body grew tired. Given this, he took to doing it before bed
each night, so that he could go right to sleep.
The problem was that he didn't appear to be making
progress. Certainly he was more proficient at the meditation, but he
couldn't seem to find a way to move beyond it. Time would freeze
during the movement, but would resume just as soon as the "kata" ended.
Sitting on his bed one day, he considered what he was doing
wrong. *I've been practicing the form itself, and I'm doing it great.
But Brad says it's not so much about the movements, as it is about the
mental attitude, or the awareness. Now, how can I achieve the
awareness? How do I gain the ability to control that energy level?*
Gary continued to think about it, and decided to try something. He
went out back and began the meditation. This time, however, he focused
solely on the energy in his mind. He turned his whole thought to that
one thing. As before, it was slippery: he almost lost it twice, as he
had in the past when he'd concentrated too hard on the energy, but this
time he kept his concentration, and watched the energy.
He was ignoring his body at this point, allowing it to go
through the movements on its own. His mind was concerned only with
watching the energy. He knew that the world around him had stopped; he
had learned to recognize the sensation of being outside of time. He
watched, and he noticed where the energy came from in his mind, he
could feel it welling up from within him. He followed the sensation,
noting the path it took, and seeing how it moved within him. So long
as he kept moving, the energy kept flowing.
It was then that Gary realized he had ended the form, yet
the energy continued to flow. As soon as he came to this
understanding, however, the energy stopped, and he continued to watch,
seeing how it returned along the same path it had originally traveled.
Although Gary knew he had learned something important, he also knew
that he was now too tired to continue with his discovery. He had
concentrated so hard that he was completely exhausted, and he needed to
rest. He returned to the house, and went to sleep, knowing that he
would begin a new form of practice the next day.
The next day was a Sunday, and Gary set right to work after
breakfast. He stepped out into the back yard, wearing his usual
meditation clothing. He went through his normal stretching routine, as
if he were going to begin a workout. Then he stepped to the middle of
the yard. He assumed the initial position, and paused. His mind had
calmed in anticipation of the workout, and he allowed it to continue.
Without moving, he could sense that his body had slipped into a
meditative mood anyway. He could sense the energy welling up within
him. He controlled his breathing and his excitement as the energy
flowed forth.
Suddenly, all the world stopped. Sound stopped coming to
Gary's ears, and he knew that time had frozen. "All *right*!" he
screamed, and just as suddenly, time restarted. "Whoops." Gary
grinned at himself. He had lost control almost immediately, but he had
finally truly *controlled* time. He had made it stop without the
meditative exercise.
For what would have been several hours, Gary practiced
stopping time, and seeing how long he could hold it. He moved around
within it, he picked things up and then let time restart to watch them
fall to the ground. He wondered why it had not felt so strenuous when
time had frozen randomly: he was still having to keep his attention
focused to make sure time stayed put. He was aware, however, that it
had gotten easier as the day had gone on. He decided to give it a rest
at lunchtime, for he had started to grow slightly weary. He would talk
to Brad about it at school, and see if he had any ideas.
The next day at lunch, Gary found Brad and led him over to
an empty table, so they could talk privately.
"Any pictures for me?" Brad asked expectantly. Gary had
only managed three more shots of his mother since learning the
meditation. The random time-stoppages had ended very quickly once Gary
had tried to gain some control over time.
"No, no opportunity. I'm making progress, though. I
finally managed to do it without the movements."
"Oh? Well, hey, that's what needed to happen. So, you can
control it fully now?"
"Not quite. I mean, I can stop time when I want to, but
it's still a drain to try to *hold* it, y'know? And I can't figure out
why, because when it stops randomly, I don't feel any drain at all."
"You're probably trying too hard, or focusing too much.
Maybe you need to back off a little, and let the *thing* do its job."
"The thing" was the way Brad referred to Gary's ability to stop time.
"Okay, but how do I do that?"
"When you're in the meditation, you've been focusing on
getting the energy level up, and keeping it there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, what you need to do is learn to get the energy level
to stay put where you left it, like... oh, like a volume knob. You don't
have to hold it in place to keep the volume the same, you only touch it
when you want to change it."
"How do I learn to do that?"
"Practice, practice, practice," Brad quipped. Gary glared
at him, but understood what he meant.
It took another three weeks, but Gary finally gained the
control that he was searching for. The energy needed to stop time came
and went as he saw fit, or at least as much as he could tell. He
didn't actually try to do anything at first, just wandered around,
observing things. While it was an interesting world, it got boring
after a while. That's when Gary thought he should get down to
business. Even if he hadn't wanted to look himself - which he did - he
had a promise to Brad to fulfill.
It took a while for him to get up the nerve for what he was
going to do, but finally he grabbed his camera and headed downstairs.
He stepped into the living room as he saw his mother about to walk out
of it, her back turned toward him. Quickly, he centered his thoughts,
and time froze.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, this time keeping a grip on time. He
took a few shots of his mother from behind, and from the sides. He had
wondered before why the camera worked during time-stop, but he of
course had no answer other than "because." Moving around to face his
mother, he saw that her face was in a neutral mien, and she seemed
calm. Of course, there wasn't any reason for her to be otherwise. He
snapped a few shots of her this way. He knew Brad wanted more than
just these "G-rated" shots, and so he set the camera down.
Gary walked up to his mother, and tugged her shirt out of
her shorts. He hesitated for a moment, and then lifted it up over her
tits, which were covered with a lacy white bra. After pausing for just
a moment, Gary took hold of his mother's hands, and brought them up to
grasp her T-shirt, as if she were pulling it up for him. He stepped
back to see if the pose looked right. Except for her expression, it
was a real turn-on. He grabbed the camera, and snapped several more
shots.
Finally getting up a little more nerve, Gary reached to
touch his mother's breast. He noted irritably that his hand was
shaking. Before he ever made contact, he lost his cool. He suddenly
felt the draining sensation that told him time was restarting. He'd
learned already that he couldn't re-stop time in the midst of its
restarting cycle, so he knew he had to get the hell out of there. He
rushed back behind his mother just as time kicked back in.
"What the hell?" his mother uttered, as she found herself
suddenly with her T-shirt up over her tits. "What am I *doing*?"
Gary slipped quietly away before his mother looked around.
He needed to establish a little better control of his emotions if he
was going to keep this up.
Gary spent the next few days with the meditation, just
using it to try to focus himself, rather than worrying about its effect
on his time-stopping capabilities. He hoped this would net him some
emotional control, and allow him to last longer around his mother. He
couldn't know how ready he was, but he simply couldn't wait any
longer. He had to try again.
This time, Gary had figured a way to get good pictures
without having to touch her at all. He waited until he heard her get
into the shower and turn the water on. He delayed just a couple
minutes longer, making sure she was fully wet before he stopped time.
Grabbing the camera, he headed to his mother's bathroom.
He stepped into a surreal world. With time stopped, the
steam filling the room was motionless, and it was an eerie sensation to
see how it hung still in the air. He passed his hand through the
steam, and noted how it left a clear path where his hand had been.
Just to get a record, he took a few shots of this. He knew he was
postponing the inevitable, but he was also trying to keep himself calm,
which was not an easy task. On the other side of the shower door, he
knew, was his mother, naked, wet, and unmoving. As long as he didn't
screw up, she would never know he'd taken these pictures.
Finally, Gary moved through the steam to the shower door.
Slowly he slid it open, and gasped. His mother was there before him,
in all her naked glory. Her blonde hair was plastered to her head,
hanging down below her shoulders. Her head was tilted back, allowing
the water to spatter against her neck and upper chest. Or, it would
have been, if the water droplets had been moving. Gary's eyes
continued down her fair skin, reaching the swelling of her large tits,
and seeing the erect points of her nipples. He gawked for long periods
at those magnificent mounds before his eyes finally continued their
journey down her abdomen and along her legs. With her body posed the
way it was, he could not see between her legs, and he was not ready to
try to touch her again.
Steadying himself after his extended study of his mother's
body, he lifted the camera to his eye. Framing the shots carefully, he
recorded his mother's beauty for Brad's, and his own, enjoyment later.
Stepping into the back of the shower, he got pictures of his mother's
very fine ass and long legs, along with getting his pants slightly wet
at the cuffs from some water.
Stepping back out into the bathroom, he thought for a
moment. He wanted to have some full-frontal shots of her, but he
couldn't get them the way she was standing. Did he dare touch her?
Considering, Gary decided that he could place his hands at her waist
without upsetting his equilibrium too much.
Even with time stopped, the feel of his mother's skin was
electric to Gary. He placed his hands just above each hip, getting his
shirt wet as he did so. He turned her to face him, and it was a sight
to behold. Her left foot had dragged as he'd turned her, and so her
legs had spread apart. He had to position her leg so she'd be stable,
and he of course moved it farther away still. He told himself this was
to allow better balance, but he knew better.
He quickly snapped more shots of his mother, making sure to
get good shots of her entire body. Then he put the camera in its
pouch. Taking several deep breaths to center himself, Gary once again
reached for his mother's breast. His right hand brushed against her
tit, and nothing happened. Gary let out a sigh of relief, feeling that
he had perhaps conquered his lack of emotional control. He stroked and
fondled his mother's tits with both hands, enjoying the sensation of
her wonderful flesh.
Eventually, one of his hands slipped down onto her abdomen,
and lower, running through her pubic hair. He hesitated only a moment
before slipping his hand further down, reaching between her legs and
running his fingers along her pussy lips. One finger naturally slipped
into her crevice, and he was surprised to find that his mother's cunt
was wet! He did not understand how she would be wet just from taking a
shower, at least not wet *there*.
He didn't spend much time thinking about it, however, as
the sight and the feel of her had him highly aroused. He didn't figure
there was any harm, and so he used his free hand to undo his pants, and
pull out his dick. As he continued to finger-fuck his mother, he began
to stroke his cock. He even leaned in and sucked on her nipple,
running his tongue over it repeatedly.
His hand jacked faster and faster, and he was soon ready to
come. His spasm was so intense that his hand slipped away from his
mother's body to steady himself against the wall. He felt his cum
leave his cock, hurling forth and almost reaching his mother before it
stopped, hanging in space. He didn't have time to study it, however,
as he suddenly noticed that the draining had begun. He didn't know how
long he had left. He quickly slammed the shower door, but before he
could leave the room, time started up again.
"Wh-ohh!" his mother cried out. He wasn't sure what to
make of it, until he heard her make other noises. He turned to make
sure, and it was obvious that his mother was now masturbating herself.
She had obviously *not* been doing this before, and he wondered just
what had brought it on. *Did my actions in time-stop somehow have an
effect when time restarted?*
Gary's thoughts were sidetracked by a very dirty idea. He
knew he had to do it. Again, he stopped time. Opening the door, he
found his mother was still facing him, only now one of her hands was
pinching a nipple, and the other was buried between her legs. He
quickly snapped several more pictures, trying to get all the details
into his digital camera.
He didn't dare to touch her again, not sure if he could
hold time-stop in his excited state. He'd learned something important,
and he needed time to digest the information. He backed out of the
shower, and closed the door. Gary went all the way back to his bedroom
before allowing time to restart. He certainly didn't want his mother
to know he'd been anywhere near her. He changed into his night-clothes
to watch some television until bedtime. He never really saw what was
on the screen.
The next Saturday, Gary trekked over to Brad's house with
his camera. They secluded themselves in Brad's room, and loaded the
photos.
"Holy *shit*!" Brad exclaimed, trying to keep his voice
down. He flipped through the naked photos of Gary's mother in stunned
silence, until he reached the final set. "Oh, my fucking God." These
pictures passed by much more slowly, as Brad literally studied each one
in detail.
For his part, just looking at his mother's body onscreen
had him hot and wanting to touch her again. He couldn't tell Brad
about that, because he didn't know how he would react. Instead, he
asked, "So, are we even now?"
"Fuck, yeah," Brad said, still staring at the screen. He'd
put the photos into a slideshow, and they were flipping by without his
interaction. He was enraptured by what he saw there. Gary just shook
his head and got up.
Patting Brad on the shoulder, Gary said, "Enjoy, man. And
thanks for teaching me the meditation. I've gotta get going."
"Yeah," Brad said, still engrossed. Gary let himself out,
and rode home to his mother, and the possibilities.
The whole situation had Gary horny and anxious. He had
spent the last several days in what he called training. He had lost
control of time when he had climaxed, and he wanted to be able to hold
it through that. The only way he knew to manage this was to practice.
He'd jacked off three or four times a day to the pictures of his
mother, until he'd been able to keep time frozen all the way through
his come. It was an achievement that was important, because, after
having seen his mother in the shower with her finger plunged into her
own cunt, he had developed further plans for her, things he hadn't
considered doing in the beginning.
When he got home, his mother was straightening up again, as
she always did on Saturdays. He watched her for a second, watching her
ass in her tight shorts, and watching her breasts beneath her loose
T-shirt, and he knew he had to do it. But he'd have to wait, the
timing had to be right.
The right time, of course, involved his mother being
naked. He knew this would require good timing on his part. As his
mother was about to go to bed that night, he stopped time for a few
moments, to slip into her bedroom, and hide in her closet. He left the
sliding door open just enough to see what was going on. When time
restarted, he watched as his mother came into the room, stretching her
arms over her head, trying to get relaxed and ready to go to sleep.
Gary watched in silence as she removed her clothes. He knew that she
wore only a nightgown to sleep in, and so she would have to take off
her clothing before putting that on. He wasn't sure if she wore
panties to bed or not, but he would worry about that when the time came.
The T-shirt and the shorts went quickly, and were soon
followed by the bra. Sure enough, she stooped to pull her panties off,
and she was now fully naked. As soon as she stood back up, Gary froze
time. He stepped out into the room, and admired his wonderfully naked
mother.
Now, there was a problem. Gary's mother was standing up,
and it wasn't the position he "knew about" for sex. *Well, I guess
I'll just have to get creative.* Moving over to her, he first tugged
gently on her legs until they were spread lewdly apart. His finger
slipped between her legs and into her pussy to confirm that no, she
*wasn't* ready for sex.
Stepping back slightly, he placed his hands on her glorious
tits and began to massage them, rolling them in his hands, and
occasionally pinching the nipples lightly. He leaned in and began
licking each nipple, enjoying the feel of it against his tongue.
Reaching back down, he rubbed his palm over his mother's cunt, and it
came back damp. *Is she wet already? I thought this was supposed to
take a while... Maybe time-stop has something to do with it.* Whatever
it was, Gary was going to take advantage of it. He fingered his mother
just a little while, getting her well-lubed so that he wouldn't hurt
her at all.
He quickly disrobed, but still had to figure out how to
take her in this position. Finally, he decided to bend her over,
placing her hands on the edge of the bed. He studied her this way,
noting how her tits weren't hanging down from gravity as they should.
Moving behind her, he noticed that with her legs spread and bent over,
he had clear access to her cunt, which is what he wanted.
Gary wasted no time placing the head of his dick at that
wonderful, warm, wet hole. This time he didn't even stop to consider
how her body could react in suspended animation: he no longer cared, he
only wanted to be inside that warm hole. He pressed his weight against
her, and felt his cock slip inside. He pulled back slightly, and
pushed in again, repeating the motion several times until he was fully
buried in his mother's pussy.
He rested a moment, running his hands over his mother's
ass, her upper legs, her lower back. He enjoyed the feel of her soft
skin, and he *really* enjoyed the feel of her velvety cunt encasing his
prick. He grabbed her hips, and started thrusting. He'd had no
meaningful experiences with girls, and so he knew he wasn't going to
last long, especially knowing that he was fucking his own mother. He
slammed into her hard and fast, making slapping noises that would have
echoed and filled the room in real time.
It wasn't long before Gary was feeling the tingle in his
balls. He had to think quickly: if he came inside his mother, she'd
have evidence of what had happened. Just as he was about to come, Gary
pulled out. His dick spewed his load all over his mother's ass and
lower back, splattering it there, where it stayed.
The climax was amazing for Gary, but luckily, he maintained
control of time. He took several moments to settle down from the come,
staring at his mom the whole time. Finally, once he'd regained his
breath, he got dressed, and returned to his mother, to figure out what
to do about his spunk all over her. He absently began to rub at it,
rubbing it into her skin. It occurred to him that this was a nasty,
naughty thing to do, and that made it the right thing for him to do at
that moment, for this whole act had been about a nasty, naughty thing
to do.
Finished "cleaning up" his residue, he repositioned his
mother in roughly the same position she'd been in when he'd stopped
time. If her reaction the other day had been any clue, she wouldn't
notice if he got it wrong. Stepping back into the closet, he restarted
time.
Immediately, his mother's face went from placid to
flushed. Her knees gave out, and she collapsed to a kneeling position,
her knees wide apart. Her hand flew to her cunt, and began frigging
her clit at lightning speed. Her other hand mauled one tit, and her
moans filled the room. Gary watched in fascination as his mother
brought herself to a shaking, groaning climax. She collapsed onto the
floor for several moments before collecting herself and standing up.
"What the hell is the matter with me?" she muttered to
herself, going into the bathroom. Gary snuck out quietly while she was
cleaning up from her experience, having come again in his pants just
from watching his mother play with herself. It was an event that had
changed him.
Gary had really felt that one time would do it. He thought
that he just needed to know what it was like, to be able to know in his
mind what fucking his mother would be. Now that he had done it, at
least to her inanimate form, he found that he was more obsessed with it
than ever. He couldn't stop thinking about her, his thoughts continued
to ponder every curve of her body, the softness of her breasts, the
heat of her pussy. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would have to
take her again.
Sharon, his mother, noticed this change in her son, but
couldn't figure out what was bothering him, and really didn't have an
effective way to begin a conversation about it. Finally, she just came
right out and asked, "Is everything okay with you, Gary? You've seemed
a little upset these last few days."
How to tell his mother that he wanted to throw her down
onto the kitchen floor, rip off her clothes, and fuck her until she was
a blithering fool? Instead, he said, "Yeah, mom, everything's fine.
I've just got some stuff on my mind right now, it's school crap. Don't
worry about it, it'll pass." Yeah, it would pass. As soon as he
figured out what to do with his obsession, it would pass.
Sharon let it drop, not wanting to force her son into a
conversation he didn't want to have. She loved him, and she would do
almost anything for him. He was all she had, and she lavished her love
on him, rather than seeking some man to bring into her life more
complications and confusion. Her aunt had made her life so simple, and
Sharon liked it that way. She saw no reason to make things more
difficult by bringing in another person. She was happy to raise her
son and spend her time with her hobbies and television. She left Gary
to his thoughts while she went back to making dinner. Gary, meanwhile,
continued to watch her ass sway as she moved around the kitchen.
*Get a grip, man. You're going berserko here!* He didn't
feel guilty about what he'd done, so much as he worried that he was
going crazy lusting after her. He turned back to the television, not
so much to watch what was on, but just to keep his mother out of his
line of sight. He would think of something, but later. Not with her
in the room.
Well, it took another three days before Gary did, in fact,
do something about his obsession with his mother. He fucked her
again. And again, it was the most wonderful experience he had known.
This time he had taken her in the shower, and it was great, and
wonderful... but not *quite* as good as it was the first time.
Gary realized, after he had done this yet a third and
fourth time, that he was becoming addicted to his mother. The time
that he could hold off each time was growing less. The time between
the third and fourth episodes was only two days.
Finally, Gary sat himself down on his bed, and started to
seriously consider what to do about his problem. *I love fucking my
Mom. Okay, so what's wrong with that? Let's see, for one, society
says it's "bad", whatever the fuck *that* means... Two, it's illegal,
which means if I get caught, my mother, stupidly enough, is the one
sent to jail, and I end up with some old hag of a family for the next
couple years until I'm eighteen. Are there any other drawbacks? Oh,
yeah, if I get her pregnant, the kids could have problems. It's a
slight chance, in the first generation, but a possibility.*
* So that's the bad side. What's the good side? Well, for
one, she's a really fuckin' hot babe with a gorgeous body. Two, she's
a really great person. Three, I love her. Love? Do I love my Mom
*that* way?* Gary had to consider this for some time before he decided
that yes, he was actually falling in love with his mother. Of course,
this was a little childish of him, as his relationship with her was
akin to him raping her after drugging her so she wouldn't remember.
*But, you know, what I'm doing now... it's kind of losing its
flash. I mean, it's still shitloads of fun, but... I want her to fuck me
back. I want to actually get laid, rather than playing with an
inanimate toy. Is there any way I can do that? How can I get my
mother to actually screw me?*
Gary considered for several more hours before concocting
his plan. It was simple, yet dangerous. If he pulled it off, the
rewards would be immeasurable. If he failed, it might ruin his life,
and his mother's, permanently. Did he dare try it?
He couldn't stop himself.
That night, Gary's watch alarm woke him at two o'clock in
the morning. He didn't want to use his alarm clock, because his mother
might hear it. His watch alarm was just loud enough to wake him up.
He looked at it, and rolled onto his back. One last chance. There was
no turning back after tonight. Did he really want to do this? Want to
or not, his mind told him he needed to. He was so obsessed with her
that she filled almost every waking thought.
Climbing out of bed, Gary didn't bother to put on any
clothes. After all, he was only going to be removing them again. He
padded in his underwear down the stairs, and over to his mother's
room. He quietly, ever so quietly, opened the door. If she were
awake, he would tell her he'd heard a noise and come to check on it.
She would believe that. But, from the soft night-light in her room, he
saw that she was resting quietly, fully asleep.
Gary stopped time, and then moved inside the room, closing
the bedroom door. For several long moments, he studied his mother. He
had her body memorized by now, but still, just looking at her had him
hard. Tonight wasn't to be another fuck-toy session, though. Tonight
would be different. Different, and very dangerous.
He slipped all of the covers off his mother. She had on
her ivory-colored nightgown, and she was laying on her side. He gently
rolled her onto her back, and then lifted her nightgown up over her
tits. Again, he enjoyed the look of them, the soft glow of his
mother's nightlight casting them in highlight and shadow, and making
them even more erotic. His hands played across their surface, his
fingers drawing gentle circles over her nipples.
With one hand, Gary reached down and parted his mother's
legs. His hand then slipped against her pussy, checking for wetness.
She had already begun to moisten for him. His finger slipped in and
out a few times, before he decided to do something he'd thought about,
but not actually acted on.
Gary removed his underwear, and then slid onto the bed
between his mother's legs. He lowered his face to her crotch, looking
intently at her plush cunt. Lowering his face further, his tongue
snaked out and ran across her pussy lips. Some of her juice ended up
on his tongue, and he enjoyed the flavor of his mother. He licked
again, and again. His tongue moved across her cunt lips repeatedly.
He moved his tongue up to her clit, licking it into hardness, and then
sucking on it to coax it from its hiding place.
There was no way to bring his mother to orgasm in
time-stop, though he'd tried. It was time for him to live
dangerously. Sitting up, he placed his dick at her entrance, and
pressed in. He continued pushing until he was fully buried inside
her. It was a wonderful feeling. Here he stopped, preparing himself
for what he was about to do.
He pulled his mother's nightgown up over her eyes. It was
light enough not to obscure her breathing, but thick enough to shadow
him if she opened her eyes. Taking one final, deep breath, Gary
restarted time.
Immediately, Sharon was obviously awake. She moaned
loudly. Gary wasted no time, but began thrusting into her. Though her
mind may not have been into it yet, Sharon's body reacted immediately,
her cunt gripping and rippling along Gary's cock, trying to pull him
further into her.
Soon, Sharon's hips were rocking up at him. She was
groaning and twisting her head from side to side. A little worried,
Gary took hold of her nightgown and lightly held it down so that it
stayed over her face. He did not want her to know, just yet, who he
was.
It probably would not have mattered in any case. Sharon
was well into the passion of the moment. Gary's cock was sending
tingles throughout her body, and she was immensely aroused. Her legs
came up, latching around his waist to hold him tighter to her, and her
hips thrust up in time with his movements. Her growls and moans of
passion filled the room.
It didn't take long before ecstasy overtook Sharon, and she
screamed out her orgasm. Gary did his level best to hold off. He
couldn't come inside her, that would ruin what he was doing. She
thrashed about beneath him, and he kept his control. He pulled out as
her orgasm subsided, and he came on her stomach. Immediately, before
she could come to her senses, he leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"I love you, Mom."
Then he stopped time again.
Gary cleaned up the mess he had made on her stomach,
rubbing a good portion of it into her skin, and wiping up the rest. He
pulled her nightgown back down over her, but he moved her hand between
her legs, pressing one of her fingers deep into her cunt. He wanted
her to believe she'd just had an intense wet dream. He wasn't sure it
would work. On the other hand, he hadn't gotten caught, and that was
his biggest worry. He had a plan to allay suspicion that he was
involved at all.
Hiding in the closet again, Gary restarted time.
"Oh... God, Gary what have you... huh?" Sharon opened her
eyes. She could have sworn that her son had... had... "Oh, my God," she
said, falling back on the bed. Her hand remained between her legs,
unmoving. "What in the world just happened?" After a few more
moments, she muttered, "Must have been a dream. But... why Gary?" He
wasn't sure whether to be hurt by the last comment or not. *Why me,
indeed, Mom. You'll find out.* He had seen enough to know that his
plan had a good probability of working. He stopped time, and left the
room, remembering to pick up his underwear on the way.
The next morning at breakfast, his mother seemed a little
quiet and pensive. Gary decided to put his diversion into action. His
worry was that his mother would figure out that it had actually been
him. He didn't want her thinking along those lines.
"Mom? Did you have a bad dream last night or something?"
he asked innocently.
"Why do you ask?" she answered evasively.
"Well, I heard you cry out. It woke me up. I was going to
come down and see what was the matter, but you didn't repeat it, and I
didn't hear any other noises, so I figured it was just you having a
nightmare."
"Oh. Um... yes, honey, it was a dream that woke me up. No
need to worry."
"Okay... did you sleep okay? I know I have trouble getting
to sleep after a bad dream."
"Yes, sweetheart, I slept quite well."
*I bet you did*.
Gary repeated his performance the next night. And the
night after. And for most of the nights for the next four weeks. He
missed no more than two nights out of the week, but figured he needed a
couple of uninterrupted nights of sleep to keep him going. It was
clear that his mother was not even considering him as the actual
culprit, instead believing that her molester was merely a dream.
Gary's plan was simple: get his mother so focused on having
sex with him, that she would eventually actually offer to do so. After
the first couple nights, Gary had obtained some condoms, so that he
could actually come inside her without leaving behind evidence. He
screwed her lovingly some nights, and outright fucked her other
nights. But every night, just as she would have her orgasm, he would
whisper into her ear, "I love you, Mom."
After the first week, Gary noticed that his mother would be
ready for him before he got there. Her hands were usually already
buried in her crotch, though she was asleep, her moans unintelligible.
He would replace her hands with his dick, and then start time, fucking
her for all he was worth. By the third week, she wasn't even wearing
her nightgown anymore. This had worried him the first time he'd seen
it, as he didn't have anything to cover her face with. It turned out
not to matter.
By the end of the fourth week, however, he was starting to
get a little concerned. How long would he have to keep up this
treatment before he broke her will? What else could he do that would
push her over the edge?
Sharon answered the question for him.
It was one of the nights that Gary had chosen to leave his
mother alone, and he was very much asleep. His mother, however, was
not. It was just after two o'clock, and she had awakened to find that
the dream had not come this night. The part that had drove her to her
current position was that she regretted the missing dream. She wanted,
*longed for*, the dream. She needed her young son's cock between her
legs, pummeling away at her snatch.
She couldn't deny the power of the dream. She'd had it
most nights for the last month. On reflection, she didn't understand
why she hadn't seen it before. She didn't want to bring another man
into her life, but she did have her own needs. And certainly Gary, who
had obviously entered puberty last year, had his own desires as well.
Perhaps they could meet each other's needs, without relying on anyone
else.
It was this line of thinking that had brought her out of
her room, nude, and up the stairs. She was standing over her son, now,
watching his breath ease in and out, unknowingly mimicking his actions
on repeated occasions with her.
Gathering her own resolve, Sharon slipped to her knees, and
then very gently worked the covers down off her son's body. She
inhaled sharply when she got far enough to realize that her son slept
nude. His young prick lay against his body, limp, but exciting her
even so. She stared at it, the streetlamp outside giving her just
enough light to see the details of his young body.
Slowly, carefully, Sharon lifted her hand and laid it on
her son's hip. He shifted slightly, but didn't stir further. Her hand
slipped cautiously between his legs, lifting his dick, and encircling
it at its base. She was gentle, for she didn't want him to wake up
just yet. Leaning over, she licked the tip of his cock, which started
to harden. Gary groaned lightly in his sleep, but did not awaken.
Emboldened, Sharon licked up and down her son's shaft,
enjoying the feel of his soft skin over his quickly hardening shaft.
When he was almost fully hard, she slipped her lips over the head of
his cock, and began to blow him. It had been fourteen years since
she'd given anyone head, but she hadn't forgotten how. Her tongue and
lips worked in unison to bring her son to full erection.
At this point, Gary shifted, and groaned. Sharon's mouth
kept working over his dick as he woke up, groggy at first. She was
worried how he'd react to his mother giving him a blowjob, but she
couldn't stop herself now.
"What the f..." Gary stopped himself before using *that* word
in front of his mother, though it was fairly appropriate for the
moment. He groaned as he felt his mother's tongue sliding over his
prick. "Oh, God, yeah," he groaned as she continued to work him over.
It wasn't long before Gary lost control. Nothing he'd done
to this point felt as good as having his mother willingly sucking him
off. He blew his load into her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed it
down. He came for nearly a minute, and then he slumped back. He
figured this was as far as they'd go, that his mother would suddenly
realize what she was doing, but she continued to suck on his cock.
It wasn't long before Gary was hard again. His mother kept
her hand around the base of his shaft as she lifted her mouth off him.
She quickly slid onto the bed next to her son, who was too stunned to
speak. She kissed him on the cheek, and then her lips met his. He was
finally kissing his mother. Her tongue pressed against his lips, and
he knew enough to open his mouth to give her tongue entrance. Once
admitted, it swirled around his mouth, tantalizing him and caressing
his own tongue, which she then sucked into her own mouth, where he
tried to duplicate her actions.
As he was doing this, she shifted on the bed so that she
was on top of him. His tongue and heart both skipped a beat when he
felt her pussy sliding down onto his hard rod. Sharon was so wet that
it didn't take long before he was fully inside her. She broke their
kiss as she sat up, placing her hands on his chest to keep him in
place. She began rocking back and forth on him, slipping his prick in
and out of her in short, quick movements.
Gary's hands moved up to his mother's tits and squeezed.
Sharon inhaled sharply and moaned, "Oh, yeah, baby. Like that.
Squeeze Mommy's tits." He hadn't called her "Mommy" since he was
eight, but it sounded so damned erotic just now that he nearly lost
control. He did, however, continue to squeeze Mommy's tits.
Sharon's movements intensified as the two coupled. Soon
she was sliding up and down on him at a feverish tempo. Her tits
bounced on her chest as Gary fondled them, pinching her nipples as she
squealed and mewled above him.
Finally, Gary couldn't take it any more, and had to take
over. He grabbed his mother and pulled her down to him. Kissing her
hotly, he rolled over so that he was on top. His mother's legs
immediately wrapped around his waist. This, he was familiar with. He
started hammering into her pussy, still kissing her. She squirmed and
writhed beneath him, as they both neared their climax.
Finally, he couldn't hold back, and Gary let forth a huge
explosion of cum. The first splash of his spunk into her pussy sent
Sharon over the edge, and she cried out in joy, loving her massive
orgasm. Together, the two bucked and churned on the bed until they
collapsed together in a heap.
After a few minutes, when they had regained their breath,
Sharon looked at her son, whose cock was still buried in her cunt. She
had a tight, worried expression on her face.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done this to you,
but I *needed* someone so bad. I've been having these dreams lately,
and... well, you know I haven't had a boyfriend since you were born. I
didn't want to bring some other man into our lives, just so he could
screw us over like your father did. But I have my urges sometimes,
and..." Gary placed his hand lightly to his mother's lips to stop her
rambling.
"Mom, I know. And I'm *not* sorry. It was great! I can't
believe that was as fantastic as all that! Mom, you're beautiful, and
I love you, and I always will. We don't need anybody else when we've
got each other."
"Oh, honey, I'm so glad to hear you say that. But we have
to be careful. We can't let anyone know about this."
"I know, Mom. I'm good at keeping secrets. This one," he
said, moving his newly-hardening dick within her, "is one I'm not about
to give out."
"You're the best son a woman could ever ask for... Mmm, that
feels good."
Just as she rolled on top of him to begin again, Gary
gently took her face in his hands and kissed her.
"I love you, Mom."
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