Author: Sailbad
Title: The Charm - Freed by Mom
Part: 2 of 2
Universe: Jharum
Summary: The continueing story of a 13 year old boy introduced to a 
unique sexual practice by his teacher now relenting it for his mother's 
arms.  What will their future hold?
Keywords: mF, piv, cons, Fdom, inc, rom, FF, mother, son, 1st, oral, teach


The Charm - Freed by Mom  
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org 

As the months passed and the school year approached an end, Monica’s 
physical appearance changed drastically.  First, the streaks of gray 
slowly disappeared from her hair, leaving her a thick head of lustrous 
auburn.  Then the lines on her face gradually faded and her skin became 
more soft, moist and firm.  Her body became toned, her gradual, round 
curves became sharper, wilder, and her clothes became baggy and ill 
fitting.  All the beauty that had appeared faded came back into full 
bloom.  By late Spring anyone meeting her for the first time would 
easily have taken her for a young lady barely out of college.  The 
changes were so slow and she took such care in disguising them that 
they went basically unnoticed.  It was not until the yearbook pictures 
came out that the stir began.

Monica’s fellow teachers and school administrators were shocked to 
contrast the picture taken at the beginning of the school year with the 
woman they knew now.  Questions flew and speculation soared.  It was as 
if this new mystery surrounding her appearance raised a curtain of 
cynicism about her.  They openly wondered what nature of woman she was.  
People who had been friendly and trusting of her suddenly became 
distant and suspicious.  Inquiries were made into everything she did.  
Among these inquiries were questions about her and Charlie’s daily 
meetings.  Acting quickly to avoid their attention, she had to curtail 
some of their encounters.  

Monica got around her new restrictions by arranging to pick up Charlie, 
now 14, outside school grounds and they would park by an old abandoned 
factory.  In an obscure, dark corner of the lot they climbed into the 
back seat of her car.  She had Charlie pull down his pants and with her 
skirt pulled up she straddled his lap.  If there was not a hole 
already, she just tore open the crotch of her pantyhose and then 
engaged him as always.  She left the engine running and kept a watchful 
eye out if anyone approached.  These unions were always hasty and 
fraught with danger.  It was nerve-racking for both of them but Charlie 
did not let that interfere with his enjoyment.  He always made the most 
out of it and took the opportunity of her position to let his hands 
roam over her body, he slid his hands over the smooth firmness of her 
hose covered thighs and butt, he reached up her blouse and squeezed her 
breasts through her bra.  With his hands more free, Charlie probed 
around the Charm as it sucked and undulated over his young cock and 
balls, stroking it, feeling its slippery moistness and also exploring 
Monica’s pussy.  He felt into her vagina around her Charm and rubbed 
around the clitoris he had read about in the encyclopedia.  She did 
nothing to deter him, saying only in a bemused voice, “Oh, Charlie,” 
and stroking his hair but never forsaking her careful surveillance.

Charlie sensed the desperation in her as this risky behavior was 
outside her character.  He also finally realized the passionless manner 
of her conduct.  He began to see that she was not doing this out of any 
special feelings for him nor was she doing it for sexual gratification.  
She seemed, to Charlie, to be bent on getting something out of him and 
using every contact she could make with him to get it.  He was 
beginning to get the impression that she only wanted him for his sperm.  
As he realized it the illusion of a romantic love affair faded.  Oh 
sure, he thought, getting his nuts off in her was great but his dream 
was dying and watching it happen began to take the joy out of their 
secret rendezvous.  He felt empty when they met.

Charlie and Monica’s peril met a crisis point when the news of 
suspicions surrounding them reached Alice.  Alice had the decency not 
to connect the innuendos into the obvious conclusion that Charlie was 
having sex with Mrs. Petrova, but when she confronted him about it 
Charlie could tell by her hurt expression that the truth was laid bare.  
Alice began to cry and Charlie just melted inside.  If she had been 
angry he might have staved off his guilt, but not now.  It was the last 
thing Charlie wanted to see happen, he truly felt he had betrayed 
Alice’s love and destroyed something priceless.  He wanted so much to 
hug her and mend her but she would not have it.  This time when Alice 
told him that he must stay away from Mrs. Petrova, he did not try to 
dissuade her.  Whether she had difficulty sleeping or not, she made 
Charlie sleep in his own room.

When Charlie relayed Alice’s demands to Monica she accepted it with 
grim determination but no resistance.  She then told Charlie that the 
school board had just requested her to report to their clinic for a 
complete medical examination or forfeit her license.  “I cannot let 
that happen, Charlie,” she said with a distinct note of terror in her 
voice and then added, “I think... it is time for me to leave here.  It is 
time for me to go home.”  When she said it, his heart sank.  It had 
become obvious to both of them that they had reached an impasse they 
could not overcome.  

“Will I ever see you again?” Charlie asked, afraid of the answer.

Then, in the first act of real affection she had ever shown, she 
stepped up to Charlie and threw her arms around him in a big hug.  
Charlie tried hard not to cry as she told him, “I am sorry, Charlie but 
no, I think not.  I have been planning this for some time, before I 
ever met you.  I hoped I could have waited until after the very end of 
the school year, but I am ready and now they leave me with no choice.  
Please believe me Charlie, I did not mean to cause you any hurt, I just 
thought we would help each other,... without ties.”  She was talking in a 
very thick accent, the way she did when she was at ease.  He knew she 
was sincere.

She drew back and looked him in the eyes.  “I have not forgotten you, 
Charlie.  You have been a loyal friend, you have given me a new life 
and I have made provisions for you in my plans,” she said.  They heard 
a noise in the hallway and stepped back from each other.  In a hushed 
voice, Monica said, “I will come to your house at 8:00 on Friday 
evening.  Make sure your stepmother is home but do not say that I am 
coming, OK?  I have something I want to give to her...”  She was 
glancing over his shoulder, her eyes had that look like she was 
watching something far away.  She added slowly, “...something for both of 
you.”  She snapped back to presence of mind, “Are you alright, 
Charlie?”  She smiled reassuringly at him; he nodded, turned and left, 
choking down sobs. 

Charlie began walking home at a brisk pace.  He felt wounded, more hurt 
than he had ever felt in his life.  He sought the warm, nurturing 
refuge of Alice’s arms and the closer he got to home the faster he went 
until at last running to his doorstep.  He burst through the door and 
rushed to Alice, never so happy to see anyone in his entire life.  
Alice held him in her arms and kissed the top of his head as Charlie 
cried and begged her forgiveness.  She gave it freely.  They sank onto 
the sofa, held each other and talked, about everything.  Everything.

They talked through dinner, they talked through doing the dishes, and 
they sat up and talked into the evening.  Charlie felt closer to Alice 
than to anyone he had ever known.  As they talked Charlie finally 
realized what a treasure was before him all along.  At 9:00, her usual 
bedtime, Alice rose and announced it was time for bed and then 
disappeared into her room.  Charlie was at a loss as to her abrupt 
departure or what would come next.  He went about the house turning off 
the lights and checking the doors as he usually did and then he heard 
Alice call to him from her room.  “Charlie!  Come to bed.”

He stood in her doorway and peered into the darkness.  “Let me get my 
pajamas,” he said.

“You won’t need them, silly,” giggled Alice.

Charlie knew this would be an epic night in his life and in his 
relationship with Alice.  He stepped into the room and began removing 
his clothes, shaking with anticipation.  Naked, his boy’s dick was 
stiff and ready; he groped his way forward until his hand came into 
contact with Alice’s wrist.  She seized him and they followed each 
other’s arms to meet in the dark.  Charlie could feel the heat of her 
body directly in front of him.  His toes met hers and Charlie felt for 
her body, stunned to find her nude flesh.  Their arms enveloped each 
other and they pulled their bodies together, flesh against flesh.  
Charlie took inventory of his senses.  He felt her thighs against his, 
he felt the tip of his cock against soft hair and he detected a 
moistness in its midst.  He felt her belly pressed against his lower 
chest and the tips of her breast nestled against his upper chest.  Her 
breath fell against his forehead and he lifted his face to her.  She 
lowered her head to receive his kiss first touching their brows 
together, then their noses and lastly their lips.  The contrast between 
this encounter and all of his contact with Monica was not lost on 
Charlie.  This lacked the hollowness of Monica’s embrace, this had a 
substance beyond mere physical longing, this was a compulsion to share 
sensual joy between intimate hearts; this was love.

They kissed a long time and Charlie experienced her with more than just 
his senses, he felt a bond growing with a persona he knew well and that 
knew him too.  Alice slid a hand in between them, seeking his young 
penis.  She clasped it so gently in her fingers as if it were a 
precious thing to her.  His entire cock fit within her dainty hand and 
she gently stroked him.  Suddenly, Alice broke their kiss and moved 
back from him.  He reached for her in the darkness and found open air.  
Then he felt her hands on his hips and her kisses on his belly.  The 
kisses went around his stomach to his waist and then the kissing lips 
moved toward his straining erection.  

Her hand pulled his cock out from his body and he felt the deft 
softness of her tongue swirling around his cockhead and underneath his 
dick.  Her lips closed around him and he felt the wet warmth of her 
mouth slide all the way down his length.  Charlie had no idea any such 
delightful, unselfish exchange could ever take place between a man and 
a woman and he was overcome with a tremendous sense of beholding to his 
dear Alice and he hugged her head in his hands and showered her with ‘I 
love you’ tributes.  Under a light suction he felt Alice’s lips firmly 
braced around the base of his cock as her tongue swirled and tickled 
the underside of his sensitive organ.  His young cock was lovingly 
lavished with the most enticing caresses imaginable within Alice’s 
mouth.  Her head bobbed up and down over his short but earnest prod, 
the tight ring of her lips rolled a wave of pleasure back and forth 
over his sensitive flesh.  He felt transported and his awareness shrank 
to the sensations inflicted by sweet Alice’s tongue.  

Charlie did not last long under Alice’s skillful attention.  The 
familiar joy that eclipses all other awareness crept up and pounced on 
him and he squirted his orgasm directly into her mouth before he could 
even warn her it was coming.  Surprisingly to Charlie, she swallowed it 
down, all of it, showing not even the slightest sign of revulsion but 
rather an intimate devotion.  “Mmmmm...  Hmmmm...Hmm,” Alice murmured in 
response to his emissions.  She stroked the backs of his thighs 
appreciatively as if coaxing the last drop from him.  His knees felt 
weak but Alice hugged his thighs and gripped his butt firmly, holding 
him up.  She took him deep into the back of her throat and then slid 
her lower lip over his tightly drawn scrotum and drew his balls in as 
well, containing him entirely in her mouth.  She continued to suck on 
him and swirl her tongue around him even after he had completed his 
cum.  It was as if his dick in her mouth was as precious to her as his 
kiss.  Charlie braced himself against the bed as Alice prolonged his 
erection with stimulation Monica could never have matched with her 
Charm.

Alice’s attentions quickly rebuilt lustful ambitions in Charlie and 
sensing his revitalized arousal Alice rose and replaced her mouth with 
her hand.  Whispering, “Come to me, Charlie,” she delicately urged 
Charlie to follow her onto the bed and under the sheets.  He glided 
under the covers and pressed his body into her embrace.  They kissed 
deeply and held each other tight.  He pressed his yearning hardness 
against her and felt oneness with her that he wanted to make physical.  
At a point he thought he could bear exclusion no more, Alice rolled 
onto her back and brought Charlie to lie on top of her.  Charlie’s 
sexual instincts drove him to hump and grind his young cock against her 
soft belly.  There was no mistaking where this was leading, he knew he 
was now about to have an actual fuck with a woman and Charlie succumbed 
to nature’s lead.  He felt Alice’s thighs rising on either side of his 
legs as she raised her knees.  She placed her hands firmly on his hips 
and slowly began to push his body down.  Never breaking their kiss, she 
bent her head down to maintain their contact as Charlie sank lower on 
her body.  He felt her pubic hair under his dick and her thighs 
containing his hips and he knew he was in position.  Still thrusting 
his pelvis in an almost frantic, delving hump, he felt Alice’s arm 
reach between their bodies again and then her hand on his cock.  She 
guided his blind flesh to a soft, moist spot amidst her hair-wrapped 
breach and he felt himself sink into a warm, fleshy encirclement.

Charlie’s mere four-inch anchor bound him to Alice in a joint pursuit 
of carnal bliss.  He was immersed in his first real fuck, but being a 
relative novice, his thrusts were quick, wild and frantic like a dog in 
a mating frenzy.  Alice’s hands gently pressed on his bobbing ass and 
calmed his attack to a slow, even roll, in and out of her vagina, up 
and down against her clitoris; schooling the application of his body to 
hers.  Her wide-spread thighs clenched his hips and her calves crossed 
behind his butt.  She clutched Charlie close to her chest, breaking 
their kiss to throw her head back and moan her delight in rhythm to 
Charlie’s thrusts, riding his determined attack.  Charlie was 
encouraged by her exclamations of his effort and brought his mouth over 
the very hard nub of one of Alice’s nipples, sucking on it as he 
flicked it with his tongue.  She cradled his head like a baby and 
Charlie wished he could taste her.  Moving as one, they made music in 
the darkness, a symphony of intermittently building moans, slapping of 
moist flesh, smacking of sucking lips, and creaking of an old bed.  

Charlie was swimming in a sea of Alice and experiencing her with all of 
his senses, as if this were the last thing he would ever feel.  His 
body responded to the slick, cyclic grinding as his dick tasted of a 
woman’s offered pleasures as they were meant to be enjoyed.  His cock 
glided in her smooth, tender, slippery nest; her feminine flesh hugged 
his thrill-hungry prod and nurtured his wild joy into a rapidly 
building crescendo.  Unlike his cold, soulless contacts with Monica 
where his ecstasy was managed but never joined, Alice was a participant 
in Charlie’s joy.  Alice’s hips rolled beneath his like a wave, and he 
gathered from her efforts a new insight into her passion.  It seemed to 
Charlie that she entered this exchange to give each and every delight 
that she took.  She strived with him in the dark, searching with her 
body for the same release he sought, as they used each other in a 
harmonious, blind struggle.  Then her low, steady moans became high 
shrieks, her body went rigid and she trembled.  Charlie reveled in 
knowing his lovemaking had just made her climax and with that, he felt 
himself go over the edge.  A surge of splendor spread through his loins 
and with it came the gush of his sperm inside his sweet Alice.  He 
froze, clamping his hips tight against her opened loins in an 
instinctive urge to plant his seed deep.  Spurt after spurt, he 
lovingly passed her his body’s gift.  To Charlie it was more than any 
orgasm had ever been.  He felt like he had poured his very soul into 
her for safekeeping.  She kissed the top of his head and stroked his 
back until his crisis had run its course, his last drop was spilt, and 
his spasm-consumed body relaxed.  

The orgasmic release chased lust from his mind and his conscience 
regained control of his thoughts.  He stonewalled a pang of guilt that 
crept up over having just fucked sweet, trusting Alice; his father’s 
wife; his mom.  He instead seized upon the beauty and resolution of 
their act and what it meant for their relationship.  This was good, for 
both of them, and it was their inevitable destiny.  He instantly 
realized what he was missing in his contacts with Monica; he knew Alice 
had really shared his pleasure as well as his heart.  He surrendered 
himself to the moment and fell limp, exhausted, in Alice’s arms.   

They laid quietly in the dark, just enjoying the after effects of what 
their bodies had just given them.  After some time Charlie’s whirling 
mind tripped over a staggering thought and he broke their cozy 
stillness with the question, “Are we going to have a baby now?”  

Alice just laughed.

It was the first of three times they joined their bodies together that 
night.  Charlie woke Alice a little before midnight with his tender 
petting and they loved each other in a vigorous frenzy with Alice 
spreading her legs wide and driving the hollow of her wide pelvis 
against Charlie’s narrow hips in a furry that matched his own.  It left 
them weak, drenched in sweat and in a satisfied sleep.  An hour before 
dawn it was Alice’s turn to jostle Charlie awake and prompt him to use 
his morning wood on her.  She spread herself over him on her knees and 
elbows, they joined, entwined, and then moved together in a long, slow, 
intense wrestle that lasted nearly an hour.  Alice disconnected herself 
from loving discourse and withdrew inside her consciousness, grinding 
her pubic bone against his, pausing briefly and grunting when her 
climaxes caught up with her.  Charlie stroked and held her; letting her 
enjoy him until he felt the time ripe to claim his own ecstasy.  They 
had become by daybreak a pair of completely devoted, happy lovers and 
they lived the rest of that week like newlyweds on a honeymoon.  

From that night onward, the newfound lovers pounced on each other for 
impromptu, carefree sex at a mere glance.  They gave in completely and 
freely to their lust without the slightest hesitation or apprehension.  
Each lover’s body became like a natural extension of the other’s.  
Without speaking a word, one would merely reach out and take liberties 
with their partner, and the other in turn offering receptive conjugal 
repose with no hint of protestation or restraint, yielding passively to 
their lover’s prompt.  Clothes were quickly unfastened and pulled out 
of the way in a frantic rush to merge their genitals.  Afterwards, they 
were remorseful in separating as if sexual union was a natural state 
they could scarce live outside of.  On some occasions they consented to 
remain connected, refusing to disengage, like Siamese twins joined at 
the crotch.  On other occasions, mouths replaced genitals to prolong 
their partner’s pleasure.  By Friday they had given up on wearing 
clothes entirely, shades were permanently drawn, towels, used for post-
fuck cleanup, were scattered throughout the house and the musky scent 
of stale sex permeated the place.  It was the most total and complete 
understanding two people could ever have.  They were like one with 
absolute sexual emersion the only respite.

The rest of that week at school passed slowly and went as routine.  
Charlie studied hard for his finals and waited for Friday, never 
exchanging anything more with Monica than inquisitive glances and 
reassuring nods.  

Charlie sat anxiously in his living room at 8:00 on Friday when he 
heard a faint knock at the door.  When he saw Monica at the threshold 
he barely recognized her.  Her hair was down and hung around her face 
and shoulders in long ringlets and curls.  She was wearing a light 
trench coat that came down to her knees with the belt tied tightly 
around her waist.  Charlie marveled at how absolutely beautiful she 
looked; like she always had been but now casual and lenient.  He 
motioned her in and she stepped through the doorway carrying a small 
shoulder bag. 

Monica hugged him and in a whisper said, “Hello, Charlie.  Is Alice 
here?”

Charlie answered in a regular voice, “Yeah, she’s waiting for you in 
her room.”  He turned and motioned her to follow.

Monica swung Charlie around by the shoulder and with a wide-eyed look 
of frightened disbelief said, “What?  Charlie, I told you not to let 
her know I was coming.”

Charlie touched her lightly on the sleeve and smiled.  “You had the 
choice of accepting the Charm or not,” he said, “I figured she should 
too.  It’s all right, she understands everything.  She wants this, we 
both want it.”

Monica looked at Charlie in astounded wonder at his foresight and 
wisdom; he had come a long way.  He conducted her down the hallway and 
knocked on a door.  Alice’s voice calmly said, “Please come in.”

When Charlie opened the door, they saw Alice sitting pensively on the 
side of her bed, wearing a floor length, satin robe and her dark hair 
in a long braid over her shoulder.  As they entered, she rose and 
turned to face them.  The two women stood and looked at each other and 
Alice said, “It’s true.  You really are younger.”  There was a long 
pause as Alice studied her guest with wonder and she finally said, 
“Welcome to my chamber Mrs. Petrova.”  She sounded stiff and nervous.

“Thank you.  For two hundred forty seven years old I am doing well,” 
said Monica, pausing to let her revelation sink in.  “But please, if we 
are to continue you must call me Monica.”

“OK, Monica then.  And please call me Alice,” she said, relaxing a 
little.  Alice took a step toward Monica.  She continued, “Charlie told 
me... I believe I understand what this Charm is and... you came here 
tonight to pass something to me but... I have to ask you, of all women... 
why me?”

Monica closed the gap between them by a step and said, “Because you are 
deserving.  Because I feel for you and your heart’s longing.  Because I 
am fond of Charlie, ... “ She moved closer to Alice and continued in a 
soft, thickly accented voice, ”But mostly, because I think you and 
Charlie share a precarious and trying love and I believe the Charm 
could change your fortunes.”  She reached out her hand and touched 
Alice on the cheek as a tear slowly rolled down Alice’s face.  Both 
women fell toward each other and embraced tightly.  Monica was the 
first to draw back and taking Alice’s hands in hers she said, “We 
should get started, this will take some time.  We must disrobe.”  

Monica began to untie her coat and said to Charlie, “Charlie, please 
stay close, we may need you.”  She set down her bag on the bed and 
opened it.  The bag had bathroom articles in it and several bath 
towels.  She handed the bag to Charlie and then drew open her coat and 
pulled it off her shoulders.  Obviously expecting a necessity for fast 
action, she wore nothing underneath.  When Charlie saw her entire nude 
body for the first time, he was dumbstruck.  She simply put every pin-
up girl and centerfold Charlie had ever seen to shame.  Her lean, lithe 
body was well toned and gracefully curved.  Beautifully tapered legs 
rose up to a round, heart-shaped butt.  Her waistline dove in gently to 
form a balanced, hourglass figure with a flat tummy and only the 
slightest abdominal bulge of fit muscles.  Her pert, conical breasts 
hung on her chest with pleasantly rounded bottoms and nipples that came 
to sharp tips and jiggled playfully as she moved.  Her skin glowed with 
the fine texture and softness of youth.  She had the kind of body that 
made fashion models world famous.  She stepped out of her shoes and 
waited before Alice.

Monica’s beauty was not lost on Alice.  She glanced over Monica’s form 
with obvious envy on her face.  Alice slowly untied her robe and pulled 
it open.  She demurely turned aside and pulled the garment from her 
shoulders and cast it over a chair by her dresser.  Charlie drank in 
her form that he knew well.  He knew her dainty, feminine features and 
her sturdy but elegant ballerina’s body.  He cherished her body and 
smiled at her, not wanting her to feel disparaged in any way.  

Monica stepped close to Alice and placed a hand on her hip.  Her other 
hand reached down for her sex, her fingers rubbing lightly up and down 
between her labia.  Monica spread her knees as she worked on herself 
and Charlie heard the familiar wet, slurping sound of her Charm pushing 
itself into view.  Alice heard it too and peered down inquisitively 
between their bodies to get her first view of this unbelievable sight.  
The slug-like appendage wormed its way out as Monica stroked it like a 
boy masturbating himself.  Alice just stared at it in awe, she glanced 
over at Charlie and he nodded to reassure her that this was all as 
expected.  

Monica placed both her hands on Alice’s hips and moved her face toward 
Alice’s for a kiss.  Alice backed away saying, “Is that really 
necessary?”

“Yes.  I believe you will find it beneficial,” said Monica, and she 
smiled, “Trust me, this will be good... for both of us.”  She slipped her 
hands up behind Alice’s shoulder blades and pulled them together.  They 
kissed, deeply, and the effect on Alice was almost immediate.  Alice 
moaned and threw her arms around Monica.  Charlie watched this intense 
contact with lustful fascination.  He observed their breasts, the 
nipples of Alice’s small breasts poked out like pencil erasers while 
Monica’s entire areolas were puffed and came to sharp points.  The 
soft, pliant flesh pressed flat as the couple closed their hug tight.  
Their kiss continued and their embrace intensified.  Alice’s slow moans 
turned into whimpers and her hands grasped and dug all over Monica’s 
back.  Charlie could see Monica’s Charm snake up and down between 
Alice’s legs like a long tongue licking her labia back and forth.  
Alice’s knees parted into an awkward crouch as she opened herself to 
accommodate the Charm’s attentions.  The tip of the Charm spread open 
and planted itself into a kiss of its own over Alice’s vulnerable 
clitoris.  A thick, viscous fluid oozed from the Charm, which the 
slithering lips smeared and spread all over Alice’s puss, lubricating 
and sealing their contact.  It dripped in long strings from the bright 
red tendril.  Charlie’s view of the strange organ became obscured as 
the two women’s embraced tightened into a hip-to-hip lock.  He wondered 
why neither of them had ever kissed him like that.

Monica turned Alice’s back toward the bed and pushed her down onto it.  
Alice flung her arms around Monica’s neck and held on tight.  Breaking 
their kiss, Monica called over her shoulder, “Charlie, I need your 
help.”  With Charlie’s aid she got Alice lying down in the center of 
the bed.  She got between Alice’s legs, hooked her arms under Alice’s 
knees and lifted her hips off the bed.  “Charlie,” she injected 
quickly, “put a pillow under her.”  Charlie pushed a pillow under Alice 
and Monica rested her upon it.  Alice was in an almost drunken delirium 
and knowing the effect of Monica’s kisses, Charlie knew why.

Monica sat on her haunches before Alice and stared down at her Charm.  
With both hands she stroked and petted it like a loyal old dog.  She 
looked sad and seemed to be reminiscing.  Charlie watched her for a 
long time and eventually said, “You don’t have to... If you don’t want to 
go through with this we’d understand.”

“I am fine, Charlie,” she said with a wry smile, “I have been waiting 
for this day, I have mourned long enough.  It is time to go home, time 
to be a woman again, time to say goodbye to my Charm.”  After a 
moment’s pause she placed her hands on Alice’s knees and pushed them 
toward her chest.  Alice was still in her own world, eyes closed, 
writhing on her back and breathing heavily, under Monica’s spell.  
Monica rose onto her knees before Alice’s exposed crotch and her Charm 
again licked up and down Alice’s upturned slit.  Charlie had never seen 
Alice’s wide-spread pussy before from this angle and his eyes absorbed 
the sight of her pronounced, bulging vulva and her fine, dark pubic 
hair neatly trimmed to a uniform half inch making a symmetric pattern 
pointing to her vagina.  He was fascinated at how her labia now bloated 
and puffy protruded from her slit.  He contrasted it to Monica’s wild, 
thick bush that rose to a crown in the center beneath her naval and 
spread down the inside of her thighs.

Monica wasted no more time.  She held a hand under the Charm to steady 
it as it delved over Alice’s open vulva, she looked to Charlie like a 
slim man with a mighty, red penis about to partake of a waiting maiden.  
Finding the proffered portal, her Charm bored its way into Alice’s 
vagina like a worm delving into soft mud.  It slowly crept in, one 
inch, 4 inches, and all 10 inches as Alice moaned louder with every 
inch.  Monica spread her thighs open to envelope Alice’s ass, bringing 
her vagina as close as possible to Alice’s.  Charlie’s dick was as hard 
as a rock and he felt like he would shoot a load in his pants any 
minute.  He heard a slurping, gurgling noise emanating from Alice’s 
crotch as the Charm did he-could-only-wonder-what deep inside her.  The 
two women were pussy to pussy with the thick, red, round base of the 
Charm showing a bare quarter of an inch between them.  Monica slowly 
gyrated her hips trying to get even that in as well.  Situated, Monica 
lowered herself onto Alice, dropping her breasts onto Alice’s, scooping 
up Alice’s head in her hands and then supplying her with another deep 
kiss.  

That did it for Charlie; he came in his shorts.  Bracing his hands on 
the dresser behind him, he pumped his pelvis upward with each spurt of 
his cock as if he were cumming in his dear Alice.  He sat down weak 
kneed at the dressing table and just watched in wide wonder.  Alice 
wrapped her calves over Monica’s lower back and she hugged Monica’s 
head to her own.  Letting out long whimpers with each breath, Alice 
took on the character of a starving woman set before a feast of the 
most delicious food on earth.  

Monica on the other hand had completely become someone he did not know.  
She was not as aloof and detached as she had always been when she 
tapped him.  Monica’s head bobbed and twisted as her tongue wrestled in 
Alice’s mouth.  She grunted and moaned as she kissed Alice, her hips 
made slight rolls and grinds against Alice’s upturned thighs, looking 
very much like a man enjoying a slow, deep fuck.  Beneath Monica’s 
cascade of wavy locks draped around Alice’s head Charlie watched Monica 
break her mouth from Alice’s and drag kisses across Alice’s cheek.  
Monica started nibbling on Alice’s ear and whispering things too low 
for Charlie to hear.  A smile that Charlie thought was 
uncharacteristically wicked spread across Alice’s lips. 

Curious of their plight, Charlie ventured to the foot of the bed to 
inspect Monica’s plundering of his Alice.  He saw two hairy, feminine 
mounds dancing together in the dim light.  Monica’s densely covered 
patch twisted and heaved as though trying to press a complex task while 
beneath it, Alice’s neatly shorn vulva rolled up and down as if 
receiving a light, carefree fucking.  From Monica’s puffy brown labia 
her Charm protruded, glistening wet as it seemed to be struggling with 
some chore.  Between Alice’s long, thin, red labia the inch and a half 
thick Charm plunged, ardently enhancing Alice’s inner femininity.  
‘What was it doing in there?’ Charlie wondered to himself.

The two women continued in their locked embrace completely oblivious to 
Charlie.  He was beginning to feel neglected and a bit jealous of both 
of them.  He was also getting very horny again.  The display before him 
had produced another aching erection.  He withdrew to his room and 
masturbated furiously for relief.  He returned to Alice’s bedroom and 
sat beside the bed, still enthralled by the sweating, moaning 
enraptured couple.  Over the course of two hours he had to relieve 
himself 5 more times.

The strain of constant rapture began to show on Alice and Monica.  
Alice’s legs no longer clamped around her lover but just hung sprawled 
over Monica’s thighs.  Her one arm lay limply above her head and her 
other hand held very loosely Monica’s neck.  Monica had basically 
collapsed on top of Alice and her head lay on Alice’s shoulder.  Their 
heads were turned to face each other and they kissed intermittently.

After a long period of inactivity, Monica wearily lifted herself from 
Alice and sat back on her haunches.  She pulled her matted hair from 
her face and bent over Alice, lightly touching her cheek she said 
something Charlie could not understand.  Alice was asleep and Charlie 
could not remember seeing her look so peaceful and contented.  Angelic, 
he thought.  “Charlie,” said Monica, “please, bring me a towel from my 
bag.”  Charlie pulled a white towel from the top of the bag and handed 
it to Monica.  She unfolded it and stuffed it under her crotch from 
behind.  She then reached between her and Alice and cupped a hand under 
the towel, pressing it firmly to her sex.  The Charm was stretched 
tight between the two women and Monica grasped it with her other hand 
close to Alice’s vagina.  Monica gave a short groan as she pulled her 
hips back and then there was a slight slurp sound followed by a gush of 
blood from her vagina into the towel.  Monica backed away, and the 
Charm parted from her and stayed with Alice.  It protruded from Alice’s 
labia, pale pink and shrunken, slowly drawing up inside the sleeping 
woman’s body.    

Usually brave and in control of her emotions, Monica’s determined 
resolve suddenly broke down and she cried.  She fell upon her side with 
the towel clamped between her legs, curled up and bawled as if the 
world would end.  Charlie, luckily, was experienced in this field.  He 
knew her life had just suffered an irrevocable change and her sense of 
loss would be tremendous.  Pulling out a quilt from under the bed he 
covered Monica with it and tucked it around her.  He cradled her head 
in his small arms, hugged her tight and rocked her back and forth until 
her sobs subsided.

Having calmed her down, he got her under the covers and tucked her in.  
He did the same for Alice and then sat at Monica’s side to comfort her.  
He handed her a tissue from a box on the nightstand and she dried her 
eyes and blew her nose.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she said.  “You are a fine young man.  You always 
have been.”

“It’s OK to cry.  I remember when my dad died, I cried a long time,” 
Charlie encouraged her.  He felt anxious for her condition and yet 
grateful for what she had just imparted to Alice.

“We always cry when we lose a part of our lives,” she said.  “We have 
our cry and we grow a little bit.”  She gave a heavy sigh.  “Now, I 
will grow old.” 

“You could have lived forever,” he said quizzically, understanding even 
less about her every time they talked.

“To live long is to watch many, many friends die,” she said gravely as 
she stared blankly out into space.  “Besides,” she added in a lighter 
tone, “it is time to go home.”  Monica looked over her shoulder at 
Alice and said, “She will most likely sleep through tomorrow.  We both 
need our rest.  Thank you for your help, Charlie.  We will talk more in 
the morning.”

Taking his cue, Charlie turned off the light on his way out of the 
room.

The next morning Charlie woke up early wondering if all the previous 
night’s events had really happened.  He got out of bed, got cleaned up 
and dressed and then peeked in Alice’s room and indeed found both women 
sleeping where he had left them.  He went to the kitchen, started a pot 
of coffee and began to make breakfast.  He heard a noise down the 
hallway and went there immediately to find Monica with her coat on, 
weakly bracing herself in the bathroom doorway.  She stood there 
staring blankly at her reflection in the vanity mirror.

Charlie started to speak but Monica broke through in a low monotone, 
“Strange, she does not look any different than yesterday.”  This was a 
peculiar mood he had never seen before; surly, and a little bitter.  “I 
start a new life today,” she continued, “I had better make ready.”  She 
stumbled on in to the bathroom pushing the door half closed behind her 
without vehemence. 

Charlie fetched her shoulder bag and passed it through the crack in the 
door.  Timid about what might emerge he retreated back to the kitchen.  
She came out some time later in a nice fitting pair of slacks and 
sweater with her hair tied back in a neat bow.  She looked fresh and 
seemed to be in a much more pleasant mood.  She sat down to her 
breakfast and Charlie evoked light chatter.

The dam burst, Monica talked and talked.  As she talked, her mood got 
lighter.  She talked on through the afternoon and early evening.  She 
talked mostly about her home in the old country.  Peasant life in the 
old Austrian-Hungarian Empire and the scourge of the terrible 
Bonaparte, most of what she said went over Charlie’s head but he 
listened politely and attentively.  These would be the last few minutes 
he would spend with her, so he filled himself on her every word.

It was not until mid-evening that their long talk was interrupted by 
Alice’s call from her room.  Charlie and Monica ran down the hall to 
find her trying weakly to sit up in bed.  They assured themselves of 
her well-being and saw to her needs.  Monica asked Charlie to leave her 
alone with Alice for an important talk and he complied closing the door 
behind him.

Charlie had paced up and down the hallway outside Alice’s closed door 
and heard their hushed voices as Alice asked pointed questions and 
Monica returned long, droning explanations.  There were light moments 
punctuated by bursts of laughter.  There were tense, quiet moments with 
slight, wet, gurgling and smacking sounds, sounds of apparently some 
kind of demonstration which prompted exclamations of OO’s and AH’s from 
Alice.

At ten that evening Monica finally came out of Alice’s room to confront 
a very concerned Charlie.  He knew in a glance by her determined 
expression and stern, poised posture that this would be a short and 
final goodbye.  She would be putting him resolutely behind her, it was 
all over now.  Any dream he had ever nurtured of her would never be 
anything more than a memory from here on.  As much as Charlie felt a 
need to mourn this moment, he could not.  He was emotionally drained 
and distracted by the whole week’s events.  He had a real love now, 
someone who shared his feelings and would share his life as long as he 
lived.  That thought had strange implications but thinking about how to 
address it would have to wait for now.  It was time to change the guard 
and send Monica on her way with a clear conscience.

“Charlie... I...” she began, “I hate long goodbyes... I will miss you.”  Her 
face strained under the weight of strong emotions.

“Me too,” he ejected.  He had so much he wanted to say, so much more 
than the words ‘Thank you’ could ever convey.  

“I’m a better Charlie for having known you,” was all that came out.  It 
must have been what she wanted to hear, she bent down and gave him a 
big hug and a long kiss on his neck.  She suddenly drew back with a 
quick, ragged sigh as if she were choking back a sob.  

“Take care of each other, Charlie.  I am sorry one rebirth is all I can 
offer both of you.  Make it as long and happy a life as you can,” she 
blurted out, she was trying hard not to cry.

“We will,” he answered, “and we’ll keep you in our thoughts always, 
you’ve made us both very happy.”  He opened the door and stepped aside 
for her, letting her escape before she broke down.  He heard a short 
sob as she trotted down the stairs and over to her car.  He watched as 
she started her car and drove away.  And she was gone; his first love; 
to where or how he did not know but she took a big piece of him with 
her.  He knew there was now a yawning chasm of sorrow before him but he 
was too numb to feel it.  He stood there in the doorway a very long 
time taking inventory of everything this event contained and stored it 
inside for when his grief caught up with him.

It had been a long day.  He closed the door, locked it, turned off the 
lights and stumbled to Alice’s bed.  She was already sound asleep.  He 
pressed his cheek to her forehead to check her temperature and then 
lifted the sheet to check for any bleeding.  Stripping down, he climbed 
into bed and curled up beside her and was out within seconds.   

The next morning the pair found each other the way they had for the 
past week.  Groggily groping in the near darkness, they pulled their 
groins together like some slow motion magnetic attraction.  Penis drew 
toward vagina like a hungry kitten seeking mother’s nipple.  Half 
asleep, Alice pulled Charlie on top of her as her mouth sought his.  
Charlie’s hips fell between her spread thighs and started to grind for 
relief.  In the next instant they were deeply engaged in love’s union, 
no guidance was necessary nor near misses made.  They had tied so many 
times already that re-coupling came as easy for them as trained circus 
performers.  As soon as they were locked together, a passionate 
exercise was in full swing and a pair of sizable, synchronized orgasms 
were well on the way.

Lust tickled Charlie into wakeful concentration as his delving dick 
became the center of his awareness.  He curled his hands over Alice’s 
shoulders to leverage his attack and intensified his thrusts into her, 
forcefully claiming dominion over her pussy and treating his cock to as 
much of it as he could.  She locked her arms around his neck and head, 
sucked hard on his tongue and lived her lust through their kiss.  As if 
suddenly remembering a lost art, she uttered a long squeal and froze 
her hips in mid pump.  Charlie felt something move inside her, near the 
tip of his cock-head.  Like a small hand, something felt around, 
captured it, closed over his glans and then firmly clutched at it.  
Startled by the new twist in his pleasure, that was all it took for him 
to let go and gush his seed into his mate.  He wanted it to never stop; 
to flow into her like a stream.  Inside her clinging, wet channel it 
was milked from him, every last spurt, voraciously.  Alice cooed in 
recognition before her body tensed and then she bucked against him for 
her own climactic bliss.  

The thought of recuperation never entered Charlie’s mind.  He was as 
full of sexual longing as when he started and launched back into full 
hump mode as soon as Alice’s tremors had relented.  Alice’s Charm 
released the head of Charlie’s penis and he felt a slithering along the 
length of his cock as the Charm pushed its way out of Alice’s vagina.  
He felt a cool wetness around his crotch as the deft tongue cleverly 
licked and coiled about his testicles.  He fucked into her 
relentlessly, meanwhile, a wet, blubbery mouth slowly but deliberately 
engulfed his scrotum and began to gently suck and swirl around his 
balls supplying the boy with pleasures beyond men’s imagination.  

Before Charlie became completely lost in his devotions, Alice broke 
their kiss and looked deep into his eyes.  “I love you, Charlie.  I 
love you so much,” she said through heavy puffs of breath.

Charlie stopped, returned her passionate gaze and said, “I love you so 
very much, too.  I always have.”  They pulled their mouths together 
again and Charlie knew it was true.  He had always loved Alice and now 
he would have her all of his life, just like he had always wanted, as a 
nurturing, mature lady and as a young, playful teen, while she would be 
rewarded with a new life; the life she had denied herself, with a 
handsome, young man to love her. 


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org


  
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