This is purely a work of erotic fiction. All characters, places, and situations are entirely fictional. All sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. All rights reserved.
I watched Heather and Diana's pale backsides bounce away as they jogged naked around the corner of the house, towards the front door of the parsonage. With the magical effects of the armband no longer filling them with a need that overrode any sense of how cold it felt to be naked outside, they had quickly become chilled and decided to sprint for the warmth and comfort of the building.
I walked over to recover the clothing that Erin had kindly dropped out of the window for me. The fabric felt cold from sitting outside, but it was a comforting feeling as I buckled my thick nylon belt and felt the familiar weight of my cargo pants with my knife, wallet, flashlight, multi-tool, and other gear strapped to them. I felt less exposed and vulnerable as I threw on my loose-fitting layers of comfortable clothing, and I knew that with just what I now had on my person I could handle just about any situation that was likely to arise, and any number of situations that weren't.
As I opened the heavy wooden front door, a wave of warm air and cheerful yellow light flooded out to greet me. Heather and Diana had apparently run upstairs to put some clothing on, but Naomi and Lisa were waiting in the living room for me. Naomi was clad in a worn bathrobe of soft terrycloth, and the sense of compassion and warm motherliness had returned to her pleasant middle-aged features. Curled as comfortably as a sleeping cat on a nearby couch, Naomi's daughter Lisa was wrapped in a short blue satin nightgown that did more to display her cleavage, her perfect hourglass figure, and the creamy skin of her long, graceful legs than it did to protect her modesty. The points of Lisa's hard nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Lisa had gotten a glass of her father's delicious homemade wine, and the beautiful blonde winked and smiled at me as she raised it to her soft red lips to take a sip.
Naomi approached me hesitantly, clearly torn between a desire to embrace me and fear that the gesture would be misinterpreted. She wore a worried, remorseful look on her face that clearly showed that she blamed herself for her part in what had happened earlier. She wrung her hands worriedly as she spoke. "Thank you so much for not taking advantage of me! I don't know what came over us, but thank you so much for respecting my marriage and Erin's virginity! I don't know what I was... I can't imagine cheating on David! He's the love of my life, and I swear that he's the only man I've ever been with or even wanted to be with! Oh, John, I'm so sorry for..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed tightly, as though struggling to block the thoughts from her mind. She was unable to finish the sentence.
How could I explain to Naomi that her actions hadn't been her own fault? As I struggled to find words that could soothe her guilt-ridden conscience, I took her into my arms and hugged her as I would my own mother. Naomi was shorter than I was, and I felt her bury her face in my shoulder as I wrapped my arms around her, smelling her feminine shampoo in the soft hair that brushed the bottom of my chin and feeling the warm terrycloth of her bathrobe against my hands as I held her. She was shaking slightly as she cried silently into my shoulder.
Lisa looked over at us from her position of the couch with an expression that seemed to combine both compassion for her guilt-ridden mother and a silent amusement that gave me the impression that she didn't feel any guilt at all for what she had done that night. Lisa saw me looking at her and smiled, but I couldn't tell whether she was flirting with me or simply approving of my efforts to comfort her mother. Perhaps she was doing both. The smile broadened and her eyes twinkled mischievously as Lisa shifted her position on the couch, allowing her nightgown to ride up and expose more of the perfect skin of her soft thighs. I felt myself begin to get hard again.
I averted my gaze from the beautiful blonde on the couch, closing my eyes in an effort to tune out the outside world. I couldn't risk becoming aroused and activating the armband again. "It's OK, Naomi," I offered. "We're here because there are supernatural things at work here that we don't understand. What happened to you wasn't your fault. I don't blame you, and I hope that you stop blaming yourself. You didn't cheat on your husband." The hug had gone on long enough, and I began to relax my grip on Naomi to signal that the hug was over. Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around my shoulders, so I patted her gently on the back to signal that the hug was over. But her arms still did not release me.
"It doesn't feel like what happened wasn't my fault," Naomi replied. Her arms tightened around me.
"Trust me, ma'am. What happened to you was something entirely beyond your control. The fact that you didn't actually do anything with me attests to your strength of character and commitment to your husband." I used the most comforting tone that I could with Naomi while still trying to be somewhat businesslike and not encourage things to progress in a sexual direction. I also deliberately ignored the fact that the only reason that she had remained faithful to her husband had been due to my efforts, not her own. I felt her breath softly caressing the skin of my neck, and was aware that this embrace was lasting far longer than I should be willing to allow it to last. My desire to comfort her warred with my desire to not become aroused and let the armband influence her again. Hadn't I been assured that I would usually be able to control the armband, rather than things working the other way around?
I tried my best to not to think about the warmth of her body pressing against mine, or the smell of her hair close to my face. Opening my eyes, I couldn't help but glance downward to where the neck of her bathrobe opened to show the tanned and lightly freckled skin of her soft cleavage. I immediately averted my gaze. I tried not to think of the way that her body had looked when I had seen her naked less than an hour ago, or the passion with which she had kissed me then, or the fact that the precious vaginal fluids from both of her beautiful daughters were still drying on my cock. I tried to calm myself by thinking of my own mother, but could only think of the way my mother had looked in my dream two nights ago as she had claimed me as her lover, riding me until I had ejaculated deep inside of her unprotected pussy. God, what was wrong with me?
"Thank you," Naomi whispered again. Her voice was changing, becoming huskier. Naomi was pressing her soft body tightly against mine as she planted a gentle, chaste kiss on my neck with her moist lips. And then another one. I opened my eyes, and could see that Lisa was standing up. She set down her wine glass and stretched her body in a slow, languid, sensual movement. Lisa's curvy, feminine hips seemed to sway just enough to highlight her raw feminine sexuality as she walked towards us, wicked mischief gleaming in her eyes. I had already enjoyed a threesome with a mother and a daughter that day, and my body seemed more than ready to repeat the experience with Lisa and Naomi. The armband was clearly awakening again. How could I be getting hard again so soon?
"Thank you so very much!" Naomi whispered again, breathlessly. I felt her plant a gentle kiss on my neck, and then another wetter and more forceful one on my cheek. "Thank you for saving my daughters, and thank you for behaving so respectfully towards us later." Her hot breath washed against my skin as her moist red lips brushed against my neck again. The irony wasn't lost on me that her efforts to thank me for not letting things get sexual earlier were very quickly going to become sexual themselves if I didn't get out of there.
"You're welcome," I responded. I tried to focus my thoughts on the least sexy things I could imagine. I didn't know David, Naomi's husband, but I did know that their daughter Erin had always been a loyal friend to me. From what Erin had told me about her father, he sounded like a good man that had dedicated his life to helping others, and he was a fellow veteran that had served with distinction in Vietnam. Naomi was a good person as well, and I felt honor-bound to respect their marriage no matter how difficult it would be for me to do so.
Lisa was naturally gifted as one of the most extraordinarily beautiful women I had ever seen in my life, to include women I had only imagined or seen in movies and magazines. I would be lying if I tried to tell you that I didn't want to fuck her as many times as our bodies could handle, but I couldn't risk getting Naomi caught up in the mix, and I was hesitant to have sex with any woman until I knew how I stood with my best friend Diana and my cousin Heather. Certainly they hadn't seemed upset by the sex acts I had engaged in earlier that night, but I was feeling very confused and suspected that they were as well. And Cherise and her mother, Rachelle, were in my thoughts constantly. Was I losing my mind, or could I actually remember details of their lives that I would have no way of possibly knowing if I put my mind to it? It was all far too confusing. I had to get out of the room with Lisa and Naomi and get some time alone to think. Smiling politely, I extricated myself gently but firmly from Naomi's arms before I turned in a businesslike manner and began strolling from the room.
I was almost to the door from the room when I heard Lisa clear her throat. "Excuse me, lover, but after what we've shared tonight don't you think that I at least deserve a good night's kiss? You know that it's terribly rude to ignore a woman whose pussy is still full of your cum."