Fucking Magic A Potion Problem Ch 06

Part 6 - Goth No More

"I didn't say come in." Jessica snapped at me when I knocked on the door.

That took me back too. Exactly like the waiting for her had taken me back. I had been sitting in the car for almost an hour, showing up where she wanted me to a little before noon and seeing her pull in seven minutes after the appointed time. She'd wrestled out two kids, one in one of those pop-out car seats and another just wobbling on her two legs. They disappeared inside, for a while, and then for a really long while. I messaged her twice, once twenty minutes later to tell her I was out here, another fifteen minutes ago to ask if this was off. She hadn't answered or even looked at them.

I might have thought I'd made a mistake but she was all dolled up. Her long brown blonde hair had braids coming off her temples, pulled together ponytail like at the back of her head, the rest of it loose and perfectly straight. Her small but lovely mouth was painted in bright red lipstick, very very unlike the Jessica of old. Lots of eyeshadow did bring a little more of the girl I dated back to this woman. Red top, black jeans, with a red belt, and red shoes. The outfit hugged her curvy body nicely, the top showing off a gulp-worthy amount of cleavage.

"Who is it Jessica?" Jessica's mom stood up from talking to one of the kids to see me. Immediately started plucking at her plain blouse and hair, preening. "Who... Oh my you should have war... Westley?"

"You recognize him?" Jessica asked turning around in shock instead of waving and hissing her mom away, as she'd been about to do.

"Well, he has changed SO MUCH since you two dated but I used to see him around high school things and, he still has those kind and caring big brown eyes." The smile turning to a blush at the way she stared into them and the perhaps too friendly compliment.

"Miss Soder! Can I say, you look literally exactly the same, I thought I'd stepped back in time." Shaking my head at the sight of her, I wasn't just saying it. My eyes flicked over to Jessica, she too looked young, if not for the tiredness of raising two (or three?) kids she would easily pass for just out of high school. "I'd almost think there was something supernatural about it." My eyebrow came up, but there was nothing in her expression to tell me she had used some other magic device to slow the aging process. So I went back to her mom who was smiling big. "I'm not just saying that, I'm serious!"

"Oh my god! Really? That's so sweet." Miss Soder had always been a single mom with two kids. She looked the role completely, a pretty round face, a really mom body too, not skinny and not chubby, that hadn't changed either. Her blouse and pants were not tight enough to show off her body as well as I would have liked, younger me had thought the same thing as magically always aroused twenty-five-year-old me. For a mommy, she was kinda yummy. "I guess looking young isn't everything. A young-looking grandma who looks like this is still a young-looking grandma that nobody wants to date. I mean nobody! And..."

"Mom! He's gay." Jessica snapped at her mom who may not have been flirting but she had certainly been unconsciously fishing for compliments.

"What? Really? After you?"

"No! After Marcy Goldstien."

"I don't think that's how it works," I told them both, with a laugh at their earnestness, if pressed I'm sure they'd say otherwise but it did indeed seem like they thought people just went gay after a bad relationship. Which I guess maybe could happen but was probably more of an eye-opener than a sexuality changer. "And..."

"And he just wanted to catch up over lunch, he's moving to San Francisco."

"I thought you said it was a girl from high school."

"It basically is."

"Alright, well, it was really nice seeing you Miss Soder. And grandma or not you're lovely, you should look into online dating, Defluer is too small to just expect to run into the handsome great guy you COULD get and probably too small to find the one you deserve." Miss Soder was letting off her fluttery laugh, dotted with snorts that I had always strived to win out of her all those years ago, Jessica dragged me out.

"Don't put that kind of shit in her head!" She growled at me. "If my mom gets a boyfriend then she'll be out with him instead of home and happy for the company." I was thinking she needed her mom for comfort and companionship. Wondered if that meant her and Jacob's relationship was rocky. I didn't want to win her away but it would make me feel better about this affair thing. But no, I had it all wrong. "She's FREE babysitting and never says no, twenty-four seven. You better not have fucked that up for me."

"Sorry." Only for poking the bear, not for telling her mom what I did. Her mom was still standing in the open door waving at us as we got into my car, I had to ask. "Did you do something? Magic? With her and... Yourself. She really does look like not a day has passed, and you're the same."

"Really?" Jessica did the hair thing, pulling it down over her lips as she laughed happily. "No, it's just natural. Mom, me, my sister we all look young." I nodded, unsure if I actually believed it or not. "I gotta see it."

"See what?" I asked although I had a sinking suspicion that I knew.

"That dick!" Reaching over cautiously, she was nervous so I could tell this was not something she did often, she started a slow trail up from my knee. "Drive. I don't... Drive. Okay?"

I drove, well ahead of her hand my cock flooded and filled. As soon as she saw it pushing up the denim fabric she grasped hold of it, her mouth hanging open. Apparently it wasn't enough to feel it through there, she unzipped and unsheathed me. A little huff of shock at the sight and again at the feel.

"I could have had this all these years!" The way she stroked me made it very clear she was as turned on as she was trying to be sexy, pushing her tits out as much as possible but staring at my dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.

I didn't say anything to that. Twelve years ago, well eleven since the breakup, I didn't think that it was likely that we'd stay together for all these years. Knowing how the potion was made! That she mixed in random powders and our blood, all of which sat around for months. I'd had that bottle for ages and never been able to drink it, sure I'd had access but I hadn't always had the funds to buy booze. I could have drunk that bottle, telling myself it had been switched hadn't been enough though. Even really believing it was a copy of the gross one, I had still left it there. Didn't ever even bring it to a party for other people to drink. I didn't think I could have drunk Jessica's Love Potion, I would have faked it or 'accidentally' dropped it.

She was right though saying we would be together, that she would have had my magically enhanced cock all these years. She was assuming I would have drunk it. But she would have drunk mine too, I knew I would watch her drink mine to know how dangerous what was in hers would be. IF we had both drop it, we would be crazy over each other as mom and my aunt were for me. I knew I would be happy, probably happier than Jacob was because she would feel for me exactly the same magical level of love as I felt her for. What a different life that would have been.

Defluer wasn't big and her mom's place was pretty close to the "business" area of town. Which was naturally right off the highway, so she was still staring at it in a daze when we pulled into the hotel. There wasn't much of a choice but being off the highway and with the river and scenic ridges in town we had three. I'd chosen the type that you walked right out of the parking lot up to your room.

She made me go unlock and open the door for her. Took a moment to make sure nobody was watching while I was standing at the doorway with my dick tucked up in the waistband of my pants. Then she darted out of the car and in. Looking even younger as she clutched her purse, gleeful excitement across her pretty features.

"Take off your clothes. I want... I can barely remember the picture I used but it took me hours and hours to pick the right one." I was too turned on to care or actually too aroused to argue, I stripped. As I did she put her purse down, kicked out of her shoes. Motioned me over once it was done, then went about running her hands over me. "Yeah..." All raspy. "This was the right one."

"You did this? I... I guess I feel dumb, I always thought I had a really good metabolism."

"Really?" She knocked on my forehead, THAT was not a habit I thought was cute, at all. It was something she'd done when we'd dated that I had blocked out. "Think! You can't get these." Tracing the V lines that aimed at my cock. "Without working out every fucking day. Jacob had them... For a while." Grabbing my manhood and testicles she massaged one while stroking the other. "You're perfect! Magic! I should have... But she only had one and how was I supposed to know it took so long to work?"

"What magic? Who is she? What took so long to work?" But she was shaking her head.

"Take off my clothes." Indicating the bed with her chin. "Throw me on there and you better fuck me to no less than five orgasms, or I won't tell you anything." Nodding she stared at me. "Five is a good number to risk my marriage over. And with this body... That face! And a huge cock, nobody would blame me."

Once more I had nothing to say, my heart and brain were aching with the idea of what I was doing but my cock was so hard! Grinding my teeth I pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it onto the desk by the tv. She struggled with it, her big belly exposed. I hadn't had a woman this chubby, my dick didn't care, I didn't care. I took to her pants, they were more difficult but I got them gone. Jessica sitting on the bed to allow me to take off her nylon socks. Red panties and bra were all that she was left in, her breathing heavy as I guess she expected me and my "perfect" body to reject her.

I couldn't. I needed the cure but also I needed relief. Shoving her back onto the bed, it just seemed impossible to kiss her. I yanked down her panties. Her legs flew apart the second they were gone, the chubby mom and ex-girlfriend working her way back into the middle of the bed. I followed her, the cheater falling back and nearly gasping for air as I came up over her pussy. It was freshly shaven, the mound as smooth and hairless as her belly and her cheeks. For some reason, while it seemed criminal to kiss her, it was easy to thumb her soft labia apart and lash through it with my tongue.

It wasn't as good as mom or Aunt Allison, I didn't remember the flavor of her like I had her little ticks and characteristics. It was just pussy and not a bad one. I licked again this time teasing into the hole a little bit. Above me she moaned, battled the pleasure to keep looking down and seeing me. What did she want to keep staring at? Another man besides her husband, an easy imagining of Nick Jonas, or her long ago ex I couldn't say. She did look sweeter than I ever remembered as I latched onto her clit.

"Yes! Westley! Nobody licked me like you did!" I guess mom was right, oral was in my DNA written back with skill even at the beginning of my sexual history. Maybe it was a natural evolutionary trait the Cain's had picked up; Small dick much lick. "Oooh! Yes!"

I had five orgasms to give, but the other thing I was thinking about was how there was no tongue soreness. The last weekend that my girlfriend from back in Cedar Rapids and I had been together we'd stayed in bed from Friday to Monday. Pre-Ring I didn't have the magic reset (A magically enlarged cock, body, and face but still just me in the stamina.) so I'd spent a lot of time going down on her. Not that I minded but by the end my tongue felt like it was never going to work again. Malcolm mocking me every time I muffed up a word because I'd spent so much time with my, by then, ex's muff.

I had been very French kiss and oral heavy with two women over the last couple days, not as much as that Last Weekend but a lot.

I wasn't sore at all.

Thinking that I went for it, trying to test my limits excited by the idea that I could fucking eat pussy as much as I wanted to. All the years before the only thing that really reigned me back was knowing my jaw and tongue would fail, I had to balance it all; take my time, enjoy myself, but also know when to get my partner off.

She was really adorable like this. Curvy legs spread, feet up off the mattress as she kept herself nice and open for me. As I slithered my way into her tasty hole, whirled all around inside there, battering her bump only briefly to dial her up. My hands cupped her great big ass, I knew I would have to bend this bitch over and get the real curvy woman treatment. I sucked her fourchette, made loud noises as I cleaned what quim got onto her majora, pulled her minora into my mouth all the way down to delve into her once more she-shine filled cavity.

"Please! Westley! Oh my god! I'm gonna fucking die! Please just make me come!" Reaching down rather roughly to grab my hair and pull me to her clitoris.

The glowing red clock on the hotel night table said I had been doing this for at least twenty minutes. Nothing from my tongue but the delicious taste of her treat. Still, I gave her what she needed, taking hold of her clit with my lips while ravaging it with my tongue. She sucked in gasps, blew out moans louder and louder, until her entire body went rigid like one of those fainting goats.

"Ohhhhh!" She didn't let me away, I tried to give her a chance to enjoy herself but she pulled me back down. "Don't stop! Don't stop! You perfect bastard! I let you go and..." I licked that bump left and right while she nodded, barely getting her head up to see me when she thrashed back. Holy shit I was pretty sure she was coming again! "OOOOHHHHH!"

"Okay," I growled twisting my head while pushing her hands away, she had been damn near pulling my hair out in tufts.

She tried to claw at me, unaware and uncaring just wanting to get me and the pleasure back. I wrestled her hands underneath her, planting them between her big butt cheeks and the hotel room mattress. Pushing her down by her thighs. That seemed to be too much for her to get them out. They clawed at the white sheets. (I'd stripped that decorative liner off because I heard they never washed those fuckers, just put them right back on over clean sheets.) I angled, bringing two fingers down on her clitoris while lapping at her hole. It was wet and leaking, got even wetter and leakier when she hit her third orgasm. Those claws of hers digging in and pulling at the sheets as it happened, amazingly she stayed as wet, positively gushing the stuff.

"Westley! Cock! Now! Eight! Cock! Now!"

While I was really enjoying the meal, plus the way I had her all bound up after those hair pulls, my cock screamed in agreement with her. All eight had to be in now! Leaving her where she was, how she was, I slid my grip up her legs until I found her ankles, bringing myself up the bed at the same time. She almost looked afraid, I might have given her a minute but she was thrusting herself in my direction while repeating her demand for the big cock that her magic had given me.

"Oh! Fuck!" Almost no other reaction as I entered her, she was so wet I just dropped right in, her insides giving my fat length a good hug.

Fast recuperation came with another thing, having mom and Aunt Allison for only two days but so often it felt like it had been months of just them. Jessica's hole was so fucking different than that of my relatives. Not better, no. But different, a different one that I shoved myself in harder, before drawing back and giving it to her again.

"YES! FUCK!" I could hear her nails on the bed where she wanted to claw them at me but was stuck doing it to the mattress.

I fucked her tits out of her bra! Going faster once I saw them start to jiggle free. They were pale as the rest of her, her areolas just a pink shade away from the rest of the small but still sizable pair. Her tits really started going as soon as they were out. Just like her belly and her moans. Glad it was the middle of the day and it was the crappier of the two hotels in town, nobody around to hear her. To hear the bed thumping against the wall or my growls as I kept up the fast pace, really loving the way her chubby body moved under the onslaught. It was not only different from what I'd had since getting home but different than anything I'd ever had.

"Uhhhhh!" She called out as she clearly came again, the fourth time I think. I knew that it was her sopping wet pussy that helped her get her hands free, leaking down her crack onto them, lubing their escape the same way it was lubing my plunging. "YES!"

"Bitch." I hissed as she'd instantly sunk her claws into my ribs, dragging them around front as she tried to motivate me to plunge into her.

Instead I went the other way, retreating from her. "That was only four!"

"Fucking b..."

"Don't be a wimp! It's a sign that you're doing a good job! And you ARE NOT FINISHED!" Even while struggling with the last orgasm, she snapped at me. Spreading her labia. "Get your tongue or your cock back here."

There wasn't blood but there were red marks, deeper and darker where she'd first stabbed them in. It was only because of that, no blood, well that and the ache of being out of her was already settling on me like bags of concrete. There was no way I was leaving, I needed to cure mom and my aunt before real unfixable shit happened.

"What are you..." Capturing first one and then the other ankle, dragging her to the edge of the bed where I flipped her over. "Is that how you want it? You want to see my fat ass?" This was not a new or unwanted position, the bitch arching her body and wiggling against me so that her pussy took hold of my dick and seemingly sucked it in. All while I'd been astounded by just how big and jiggly her booty was. "Oh that's right! Oh I can feel how much you like my big fat ass!"

Both of us worked her to her fifth in record time. I rammed in and out of her while she rolled her hips around, swirling me as I entered and partially exited. Unable to reach anything but her own ass and thighs, I made sure to move my arms when she reached for them, shaking my head as she went back to attacking the sheets. Finding the pillow she dragged it towards her, pushing up off it in the last seconds, leaving me to just enjoy pussy as she did all the work. Enjoy that ass bashing into me over and over

I think she was done at five, if I would have given her a second she might have told me so. Except she buried her face in the pillow and screamed out her bliss. I climbed up onto the bed, piledriving into her harder and harder until the mattress started bouncing off the box spring. Her fat ass was in the way but I didn't mind, half sheathed in her was good enough with how fast I was going. How wet she was, but also how fucking hot that booty was. The loud noise it made as I dropped against it, the rush of her quim that shot up her crack and trickled down at each outthrust, only to shoot up again.

I grabbed her hair, not as hard as she'd grabbed mine, twisting her head to the side. She watched me, she would know it was me, who was giving it to her so good. The only time I would ever fuck her, (I hoped.) wanting to haunt her for the rest of her life with how amazing it was.

In the heat of it I hated Jacob too. I wanted to punish him too. Wanted to taint his woman, stabbing all the way inside her, I planted my seed all the way in. Jessica felt it, arching up so much I thought she was going to lay the back of her head on her butt. This time as she came, or kept coming, she screamed at the ceiling. Feeling me erupt deep inside her. Of course magically powered it was like no ejaculation she'd ever experienced. It took almost to the end before her vagina started cum-rupting, I gave her a couple more strokes and dribbles, a long hard held thrust. Then I sagged back and shoved her away.