Amulet/Dinner
From Torg Adventure
On the way down, Ben thought about his escapade with Jennifer. Remembering her casual, non-lusty attitude when they had started, he wished that everyone he had sex with would be enthusiastic and horny. He realized he had just filled her with sperm and didn’t know if she was on the pill or not. So, he wished that his sperm could only get someone pregnant if he wanted them to. He didn’t want Jennifer pregnant. While he was at it, he wished that he couldn't give or get any STDs. Then he thought, "What the hell," and wished that there were no more STDs at all. He also thought about his softening cock when he was finished fucking her pussy, and he wished for his cock to be hard whenever he wanted it. He tried getting hard and soft on the way to the kitchen; he managed three times before he sat down.
They had a pleasant dinner. Mrs. Rayburn was a good cook. Ben was hungry from fucking Jennifer, so didn’t make any more wishes.
When they were nearly finished, Mrs. Rayburn started, “So, Ben, did you enjoy having sex with my daughter? It looked like she was having fun.”
“Yes, Mrs. Rayburn. I enjoyed it very much. She’s very pretty.” He was still adjusting to the Rayburns being so casual about sex, even though he had wished for it.
“Yes, she is. So, have you thought about what you’d like to do with me after dinner? You promised you’d have sex with me,” she reminded him, as if he’d ever forget that.
“Well, I think we should retire to your bedroom, and I’ll fuck you anyway you want. Maybe you can teach me a few things.”
“Oh, I bet I can!” she said with relish.
“Would it be all right if Jennifer watched and maybe joined in, if she wanted to?” He looked back and forth between the parent and daughter to see what their reaction would be. Mother and daughter looked at each other and made bad faces. Ben thought that the combination of incest and bisexuality were not in their minds. He wished that they’d both be thrilled about having sex with him and each other. Then he expanded it to both of them being bisexual. They both got a blank look for a second and then smiled wide.
“Ooo, I’ve never thought of that,” said Jennifer. “Mom, you are very hot. If it’s fine with you, I’d love to be there.”
“I’ve always lusted after you, Jen. I just haven’t done anything until now, because society says it’s wrong.”
That surprised Ben, since he hadn’t wished for Mrs. Rayburn to have always wanted to have sex with her daughter. She must have entertained thoughts of her before now. Her last statement must be the truth. Maybe she was already bisexual, too.
They were now done with dinner, and Jennifer’s mom got up and started clearing the table and doing dishes. This was going to take too long, so Ben wished again, and from the other room, a lovely young brunette woman walked in. She was wearing a stereotypical sexy French maid’s outfit, complete with very short black dress and frilly hat. She was very stacked, and the top of the dress bulged with her breasts.
“I will take care of ze dishes, Madame Rayburn,” she said with a French accent, taking the plates out of her hands.
“Thank you, Louise. Sometimes I forget we have a maid. Well, since Louise is taking care of the kitchen, we can go upstairs now. Or would you rather relax and digest your dinner, Ben?”
What does Ben want to do?
