Joey was enjoying the party that his parents threw for his 18th birthday, when he saw his grand dad walk in.
âHi gramps, Itâs nice to see again!â Joey greeted his grandfather as he met him by the door.
âLook at you son? Youâve grown quite good eh!â his grand dad responded while he pulled Joey towards the patio.
âHere son I have a gift for you.â His grandpa told him as he handed him an old and faded medallion.
âThanks gramps!â Joey was a bit disappointed upon seeing what his very rich grandfather gave him, he was expecting something like a car maybe.
âJoey that is not an ordinary medallion you know, it has special powers and it served my needs for a very long time and its time that I pass it on to you son.â His grand dad whispered to him as if the thing they were talking about were furtive.
âWhat powers?â Joey considered.
âBy rubbing the medallion you can get anybody to do whatever you want them to.â his grandpa expounded.
âOh youâre kidding gramps, there is no such thing!â
âOk if you donât believe me try it?â his grandfather told him as he left him on the patio.
âOk gramps Iâll take your word for it!â Joey didnât take it seriously but nonetheless conceded to his grandfather so as not to offend the old man and then happily went back to the party. Quickly forgetting his conversation with his grandfather.
The next day Joey woke up with a splitting headache, an after effect of his all night partying. He took a bath to cool his hang over, while in the shower he recalled his conversation with his grandfather, so Joey thought
âWhy donât I give that old piece of junk a try?â he thought to himself while he finished soaping his body down.
So after getting out of the shower Joey got dressed and readied himself for school. When he walked in to the kitchen he saw their pretty neighbor, Mrs. Katreen Henderson, outside her house gardening. Joey always had a thing for these mature women, he would prefer them to girls his age. His rationale was that women, like wine, got better and hungrier as they advanced in age. Well, their neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, was in her early forties and was still very attractive at her age with her creamy white complexion perfectly accentuating her slim legs that carried her full bodied figure, which showed off perfectly her soft, curvy behind and a pair of full, firm breasts that Joey and his neighborhood pals salivate over when they get a chance to see her in her garden. Joey would always fantasize about her when she works at her garden. Sometimes he would stay upstairs in his room and spy on her as she tended to her garden while he, on the other hand would slip his cock out of his shorts and then masturbate while watching her walk around her garden with her seemingly swollen breasts bobbing up and down.
One thing though about Mrs. Henderson that Joey did not like was that she was pretty snobbish especially towards his family. The reason probably they were not as rich as she was. Actually, Mrs. Henderson lived with her husband and their teenage daughter right beside Joeyâs house. They lived in a house that was the largest in the whole neighborhood.
Today Mrs. Henderson was in her white sleeveless shirt, which tried futilely to hold her voluptuous bosom, tucked in a pair of skimpy white shorts, which snugly hugged her bare bottom as if it was her second skin. Joey could see that she was busy gardening in their front yard and seeing her in that outfit gave the young boy an early morning erection.
âWhy donât I try my powers on Mrs. Henderson?â he thought as he went out the front door to approach Mrs. Henderson.
âGood Morning Maâam!â Joey greeted her.
âMorning.â Katreen replied with a smirk on her face.
Joey thought of a harmless thing that he could ask Mrs. Henderson to do but that Mrs. Henderson wouldnât normally do. He considered asking her to lend him 10 dollars. Following the instructions of his grandfather, he rubbed the medallion inside his pocket and then asked Mrs. Henderson.
âMaâam can you lend 10 bucks?â Joey asked nervously
Katreen was surprised by Joeyâs candidness and straight forwardness but she felt a certain affection for the boy that she could not say no his request.
âOkay, Joey stay here while I get my purse.â Mrs. Henderson instructed Joey, her tone now was a bit warm to the boy.