Magic 8-Ball: Stepmother's Milking - Part 1
** Note that this chapter is setting up the following chapters. As such, there is no sex in this chapter.
Vince didn't even know why he was driving through downtown. He hardly ever went this way. It wasn't a shortcut home... it actually took longer because of the red lights. But he found himself just driving it by some habit or something.
He had left home in the middle of the afternoon and just started driving. His stepmom, Emmanuelle, was home with her new baby... Samantha. It was the middle of the week in the summer. His dad was at work and he was home from college. And Emmanuelle and he were just not getting along any more.
But it hadn't always been that way. She and his dad dated after his mom died and then married three years ago. At that point, Emmanuelle and he had been pretty good buddies. He was happy for his dad, maybe a little jealous, but Emmanuelle was awesome. It was nice to have a woman in the house again.
He guessed he was jealous of his dad because she was... well... hot. She was ten years younger than his dad, about ten years older than he, and really looked like a MILF... like a picture of a MILF you'd find in a porn magazine or something. She had a really nice body and wore clothes that really accentuated her sexuality. He had a major, major crush on her. And they were pretty close. They could joke together, hang out together, even go clothes shopping together, which heightened his desire for her.
Then... she came along. His dad and Emmanuelle decided they wanted a baby and along came baby Samantha. All twenty inches and seven pounds of her. Don't get me wrong, he loved his baby sister and thought the world of her. But ever since she came into the family, he had received little to no attention. Especially from Emmanuelle. And that bothered him so much that everything else bothers him.
He felt... angry... all the time he was home. Angry at all the time he was missing. Angry at suddenly being a nobody in his own home. Angry that Emmanuelle never paid him any attention any more. Everything was about Samantha.
And today, he was sitting in his room, when Emmanuelle came in and complained that he was being lazy and wasn't helping her keep the house clean. He quickly grew mad and they argued. Then he stormed out... and went driving to cool off.
That's when he somehow noticed a little shop that he'd never seen before. He couldn't even say why it caught his attention, but it did. The little sign out front said "Custom Curios: The place for unique and unusual gifts." People on the sidewalk seemed to pretty much ignore the place, but he was intrigued.
He had to park a block up the street from the store because all of the spots were taken and walked back down. There were two large windows in the front with a door between them. The windows were loaded with different paraphernalia making it look a lot like a head shop. But... there was something about it that intrigued him.
He opened the door and found the place was a little dark, with vintage antiques and chandeliers decorating the shop. There were several rows of six-foot-high shelves along the length of the place, with aisles between them. Each shelf seemed to be lightly filled with a variety of items, loosely organized.
A busty older woman, about the age of Emmanuelle, was leaning on the check-out counter, smiling at him. She had beautiful, long, black hair, and a bit of a pale face... but was stunningly beautiful. And was dressed in a black top that had a plunging neckline... so plunging that he had a clear view all the way down to her naval. And with the way her breasts pushed at the material, just a little movement and both her breasts would be very visible to him.
He licked his lips, looking back to the shelves in embarrassment.
"Hi," she said softly, her voice so melodious. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"No... nothing really in particular. I just thought I'd look," he said.
"For a gift? Maybe something to enjoy with someone? Or maybe something fun for you to enjoy on your own?" she asked. There was something in her voice that gave him the impression she was thinking he was looking for something sexual.
"Oh, I don't know. Something for myself I guess," he said as he reached the first shelf. On it were many different items, an old camera... a pad of paper... an early cell phone. On another were some handcuffs... some rope... strange candles. But his eye hit something very unexpected. It was an old cube box, sitting amidst a few other board games, decorated with fading pictures and words advertising for a Magic 8-Ball. The original ball, said the box.
He picked it up and began looking at the illustrations and read the text. This seemed to be one of the original one's for sure. It was probably a collectable item... probably worth a ton. It had to be like 80 years old or something. On the box, though, was a small, round sticker announcing that it was only $9.99.
"Is this for real?" he asked the woman behind the counter from across the room. He held the box up for her to see. "This is ten bucks?"
"Yeah, that's what the sticker on it says."
"Shouldn't this be like a collectable item or something? I mean, how old is this thing?"
"Well, I don't deal with anything expensive. I like everything in here to be very affordable."
"Really?" he asked, lowering the box again and looking it over. "The Original! With twenty-two answers to all your questions! Ask a question... turn over for the answer! Make a wish... turn over to see if it's fulfilled!"
Wow. This definitely looked interesting. "Why not?" he asked himself. He took it over to the front desk and set it on the counter as the woman stood up. Her breasts seemed to be loose behind her shirt, threatening to pop free at any moment. The edge of her shirt on both sides was just barely hiding her nipple. Just another millimeter and it would start showing. And every move she was making by ringing the 8-ball up and putting it into a bag was threatening just that. He could even see how the material was tented by her large nipples. Oh how he'd love them to pop free!
When he looked up and met her gaze, she licked her lips as if reading his very thoughts. "Ooh, a tit man," she said softly, smiling. "This little gem," she said indicating the 8-ball, "can get you a lot of tit... and a lot of pussy... all you want. There's something about playing with nice... big... tits." She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them, teasingly baring her hard, pointed nipples over and over as the material of her shirt was pushed aside on one side, then the other. "Mmm... I love playing with my titties."
"Um... wow..." he whispered, his eyes glued to her hands, trying so hard to see her breasts behind them.
"You know," she said, "if you want to have a little fun, we can... maybe... go in the back. I can show you sooo much more." She smiled... and something in her smile looked... wrong. It looked devious. There was something she wasn't telling him... some catch. And it scared him.
"Thanks but... no... uh... maybe some other time. I have to get back home," he said, his voice shakey.
The woman giggled. "Too bad," she said, tucking her tits back into her shirt.
"How... um... how much is it?"
"$10.74," she said. "And I don't know if you noticed or not, but this is one of the ORIGINAL Magic 8-balls. It doesn't just answer your questions... it can also fulfill wishes." She tapped the box, showing him where it said just that." She picked up the money from the counter and put it into the register as she handed him the bag. "I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with that little... twist."
"Yes... uh... I will. Thanks," he said taking the bag and walking towards the front door.
