Chapter 3

Wednesday afternoon, Serena received a text from Emma that read, “Can you come to my house tomorrow, a little before three and, of course, bring you know what.”

Serena chuckled at Emma’s coded message, fearful that someone from the NSA might be monitoring their phones, ready to imprison them for stealing government property. She replied, “I’ll be there. I’m curious about what you have planned, but knowing you, it’ll be a lot of fun.”

At breakfast the next morning, Serena told Carter, “I’m working from home today, before heading over to Emma’s at three. I’ll be back by six to make dinner. How does spaghetti sound?”

“Sure, Mom. Say hello to Emma for me. We should invite her over for dinner sometime,” he suggested, his grin widening.

“She’s been pretty busy lately, but it’s a great idea. Maybe we could even go out to a restaurant with her and Noah and turn it into a mother and son outing,” she replied.

Carter’s smile faltered slightly at the mention of Noah. “Is he jealous of Noah?” Serena thought, giggling to herself at the childish crush he still held for his Den Mother.

“Got to run, Mom,” Carter said, quickly jumping up and heading to his room to get ready.

As he passed her, Serena pecked him on the cheek and said, “See you tonight, sweetie. Have a good day.”

When the time arrived to leave, Serena showered, and remembering her vow to trim her bush, she shaved the sides and top to form a perfect ‘V’ of brown fur. “Sure, you’ll groom your pussy for a woman, but wouldn’t do it for your hunky son,” she said aloud to no one, laughing at herself.

She selected a short skirt and after pulling out a pair of panties, she tossed them on the bed. Standing before her mirror, she lifted her hem, exposing her thighs and pussy, a narrow gap appearing between the tops of her legs. Recalling Emma’s mouth on her flesh, she dropped her skirt and returned her panties to the dresser drawer.

On the drive over, she regretted not wearing underwear and thought about returning home, but she was short on time. She promised herself not to repeat her actions with the device, saving both of them from an embarrassing situation.

Emma hugged Serena affectionately when she arrived, her cheerful face immediately lifting Serena’s spirits as always. They sat and sipped on the freshly brewed tea while discussing the different scenarios the device might be used for.

During their conversation, Serena’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to Emma’s thin blouse, tightly tucked into her short skirt. The outline of her nipples pressed against her fabric reminded her of when she wore her robe without a bra. Emma routinely went braless, her proud, perky tits needing no support, so she wasn’t surprised.

When it was nearly three, Emma outlined her plan. “I received a notification last night that an item I ordered will arrive today. The delivery guy is always on time: three sharp, like clockwork. When he pulls up to the curb, you’ll put me under first, then him. It’ll be a good test to see if the beam works through windows and at a greater distance than we’ve tried.”

“I don’t know,” Serena hesitated before continuing, “We shouldn’t involve anyone else, especially someone we barely know. What if he sees a doctor afterward or reports us to the police?”

“He’ll just drop off the package and leave, never the wiser,” Emma countered. “All you have to do is suggest something to him to prove he’s under the device’s influence before shutting it off. He won’t even realize anything happened, but we’ll know for sure if it works on multiple people at once.”

“I can always shut it down at the first sign of trouble. What do you want me to suggest for each of you?” Serena asked, still uneasy about the impromptu experiment.

“No idea,” Emma replied. “Let’s play it by ear. Just make sure to give him a command other than telling him to deliver the package. And don’t forget to use the stealth mode so neither of us can see you.”

As the sound of a truck pulling up reached their ears, Emma took a deep breath and said, “Okay. We’re on. Put me under.”

Serena aimed the device at her friend and flipped the leftmost switch, locking her in place. Peering out the window, she watched as the driver hopped out of the truck and walked to the rear to retrieve the package. As he approached the front door, she quickly pointed the device at him and flicked the second switch, freezing him mid-step.

Looking at the young delivery man, she guessed he was the same age as Noah and Carter and just as hunky. His active job kept him in shape and seeing his handsomeness prompted a risky and mischievous plan.

Pushing Emma’s button, she suggested, “Flirt with the delivery man without thinking of any consequences.”

She giggled to herself as she thought of what to suggest to the man stalled on the sidewalk. Motion caught her eye and she turned to see Emma pulling her blouse out of her skirt. “What was she doing?” Serena asked herself, worried that something had gone wrong.

After her blouse was untucked, she began unfastening her buttons. “Of course, she’s flirting, exactly what I told her to do,” Serena answered her own question. Her eyes widened as Emma didn’t stop with the top button, undoing all of them, allowing her blouse to split open, displaying the insides of her perky tits.

Serena’s hands trembled, and she knew she should turn off the machine, but the joy on Emma’s face held her attention. For all she knew, Emma flirted with him every time he delivered a package. Pressing down on the second button, she said, “Tell the lady how you feel about her.”

Releasing the button, she admonished herself, “Jesus, is that the best you could come up with? Next time, we need a better plan.”

Both of them continued moving normally, Serena intently watching their actions, her fingers on both switches, in case she needed to turn them off. After the first ring of the doorbell, Emma opened the door, smiling widely.

The young man handed the small package to her and said, “Delivery for Mrs. Wilson.”

Seeing nothing out of the normal, other than Emma’s open blouse, Serena sighed with relief. Suddenly, she heard a thud and looked to see that Emma had thrown the box behind her, landing on the floor.

Emma reached over and placed her hands on his muscular arms and softly spoke, “Please, call me Emma. You’re always so prompt that it makes my day when I know you’re going to show up.”

“Thanks, Emma. Since we’re on a first-name basis, please call me Doug. Your stop is the highlight of my route,” he said earnestly. “Every time I see your name on a package, I know my day just got better. You’re the sexiest lady on my route and you don’t know how much I love seeing you. That’s why I always ring your bell, even if I don’t need a signature. I do it because I love admiring a beautiful woman.”

Serena smiled at their harmless conversation, both of them flirting and opening up, revealing their feelings, normally hidden. Nothing out of the ordinary, until Emma pulled him to her and kissed him. It wasn’t a friendly or casual kiss. Their mouths were wide open while their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Serena gasped and froze, unsure of what to do. If she turned off the machine, they would awaken while kissing. That would be hard to explain.

Before she could act, Emma guided one of Doug’s hands inside her blouse. He immediately cupped and squeezed one of her breasts, while raising his other to fondle both of her tits while they French kissed. She moaned loudly in his mouth as his thumbs flicked her rubbery nipples and Serena wondered if Emma’s pussy was as wet as hers.

She hadn’t seen a couple make out so close for decades, maybe, since her teenage years and she couldn’t believe how erotic it was.

Emma’s hand lowered and squeezed his hard prick, bulging out his jeans. Their groaning increased in volume, bringing Serena to her senses.

Serena pushed Doug’s button and ordered, “It’s time to leave. When you enter your truck, you’ll forget everything you did with Emma.”

The effect was immediate as Doug pulled back and said, “Thanks, Emma. I have to leave now.” He turned and walked to his truck. As soon as he jumped into the driver’s seat, Serena flipped the switch off and watched him drive away.

She turned to Emma to see her still panting, a lustful look on her face.

Bracing herself for Emma’s wrath for allowing it to go too far, Serena flipped her switch off.

Emma blinked her eyes, bringing them into focus as she witnessed Serena materialize in front of her. “You could have at least let him fuck me,” she said, jokingly, closing her blouse and fastening one of the buttons. She cupped her breasts and croaked, “I’m so fucking horny, it’s unreal. What happened to shutting it down as soon as you knew it was working?”

Serena hesitated, her fingers tapping lightly against her lips as she stammered, “Honestly? I panicked. I just told him to express his feelings, but when I saw the joy on your face, I had to let it play out. Either way, we proved the multiple-target option works.”

Emma closed the door, set the package on the coffee table, and sank onto the couch. Serena joined her, and they resumed their discussion about the device.

“One thing I’m curious about,” Serena mused, “Is whether someone under its influence would carry out an action they know is wrong or harmful to themselves or others.”

“Whoever designed it must have thought of that. We should test it, though, to be certain. Got any ideas?” Emma asked.

Serena paused, considering an experiment, and suggested, “I suppose I could put you under and tell you to touch a burner on the stove, but that might be a bit extreme.” She giggled, prompting Emma to chuckle along with her.

Noticing Emma’s breasts jiggling and her hard nipples pressing against her blouse, a mischievous plan formed in Serena’s mind. Holding Emma’s hand, she met her gaze and proposed, “I have a plan, but you have to agree not to be mad at me afterward.”

Emma smiled and replied, “I trust you completely. There’s nothing you can do that’ll upset me. After all, you talked me into making out with the delivery guy and I don’t hold that against you, although you could have waited longer.”

Emma’s sexy smile reinforced Serena’s devious plan for her friend. She stood, extending her hand to help Emma off the couch. Holding her hand, Serena led Emma down the hall into her bedroom.

“Oh, I’m liking this already!” Emma exclaimed, giggling.

“Relax, tiger,” Serena teased. “It’s just more comfortable here. I’ll sit on the bed and put you under. At some point, I’ll command you to do something I know you’d never do under normal circumstances. Ready?”

“Aye, aye, Ma’am. Fire away,” Emma quipped, her smile widening as she savored the moment with her closest friend.

Serena flipped the switch and pressed the button, saying, “Allow your desires for your friend Serena to surface and show her how you feel about her.”

Emma’s face filled with joy as she gently pushed Serena onto her back, lifted her leg as she had done before, and kissed her tender flesh.

A wave of guilt swept through Serena, using her friend to relive that wonderful feeling she’d experienced before. Her arousal matched Emma’s and common sense played a back seat to her desires. As Emma licked and sucked her way upward, Serena’s breasts heaved with excitement.

“I love your soft and smooth skin,” Emma croaked, sucking in a hunk of thigh meat. When the scent of Serena’s aroused pussy hit her, Emma gripped the skirt’s hemline and flipped it upward, revealing her hairy mound. “Lovely, just lovely,” Emma moaned, running her fingers through Serena’s furry forest.

Dreading to end the experiment, but knowing it best before allowing her friend to proceed any further, Serena ordered, “Stick your tongue in Serena’s asshole. Rim her out.” She anxiously waited while Emma crawled higher, knowing her friend had confided to her that she hated anal and the test would hopefully end the experiment.

Emma’s petite hands cupped Serena’s buns and lifted her pelvis a few inches before leaning down, her hot breath washing across Serena’s puffy outer labia.

As Serena held the device firmly, waiting to flip the switch, she yelped when she felt Emma’s tongue slide from the bottom of her juicy slit to the top. Her lips enveloped Serena’s outer lips and sucked, sending waves of pleasure through Serena.

Her mind fuzzy from experiencing a woman’s mouth for the first time, she focused and reasoned that she hadn’t been explicit enough. Pressing the button, she repeated, “Stick your tongue into her ass.”

Serena gasped as Emma’s tongue dove into her pussy. She couldn’t believe how fantastic it felt to feel a woman’s tongue swirl around her insides. Somehow the experiment had failed, but Serena couldn’t bring herself to deny herself the intense pleasure from her friend.

Emma was in seventh heaven, finally feasting on the pussy of her dear friend, something she’d fantasized about for years. Shifting her hands underneath Serena’s thighs, she spread her friend’s legs out wide, providing more access to Serena’s hairy pussy.

She relentlessly licked and sucked, periodically swiping her rough tongue over Serena’s covered clit, encouraging it to fill with blood and emerge. She enclosed the engorged nub between her lips and lightly squeezed and pulled.

Serena’s body jerked and spasmed when Emma found her clit. Another wave of guilt flowed through her, thinking she was forcing her friend to make love to her. Regretfully, she flipped off the switch and hoped Emma would somehow forgive her.

Instead of stopping, Emma renewed her attack, shoving three fingers into Serena’s slot and pumping rapidly while milking her clit.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Serena screeched, her hips bumping up into Emma’s face as her pussy clamped shut. Emma released Serena’s clit, lowered her mouth to the spasming, spewing pussy, and slurped the sweet honey flowing out of Serena’s pussy.

When Serena’s body fell limp, Emma moved onto the bed and lay beside her friend, whose breasts heaved from her heavy panting. “Fuck, I can’t believe we did that,” Serena groaned.

Emma smiled and asked, “First time with a woman?”

“Yes,” Serena admitted. “And it’s been ages since I’ve cum with something other than my fingers. You’re such a good friend. I hope you can forgive me for taking advantage of you.”

“Seriously?” Emma asked, rhetorically. “You made all my fantasies come true. I’ve never been happier. Maybe we were mistaken about the intended use of the device. Maybe, it’s a marital aid.”

They chuckled and rolled onto their sides, facing each other. Emma’s brow furrowed and asked, “What exactly did you have in mind to see if I wouldn’t comply with your commands? With all the hints and flirting over the years, you had to know that I’ve wanted to eat your pussy forever.”

“Remember when you told me you absolutely hated anal?” Serena asked, and quickly followed with, “I ordered you to stick your tongue into my asshole. I was ready to flip the switch, but after the first pass of your tongue on my throbbing pussy lips, I couldn’t bear to stop you.”

“That’s odd. I usually hear myself repeating your commands as I follow them, but this time, I didn’t. It seems the target can alter instructions if they’re uncomfortable with them. It’s fascinating, but there’s no real way to predict how a subject will respond.”

“Yet another mystery to add to the others,” Serena noted. Looking at her friend, who had brought her so much joy, she felt bad about not paying attention to her needs. Lowering her hand to Emma’s upper leg, she lifted it and rested it on top of hers.

Emma’s eyes widened as Serena’s hand cupped her friend’s mound, her fingers sliding through her slippery slit. Serena couldn’t quite bring herself to expand her boundaries and taste another woman’s sex, but she had plenty of experience with her fingers.

Emma groaned as Serena’s fingers played with her sensitive folds. She grunted when Serena jammed several long digits deeply into her pussy and began stroking in and out.

Serena looked at her friend’s joyful face and her full lips drew her closer. They lightly kissed, both of them unsure of how far to proceed. Emma’s pleading eyes made Sererna’s heart skip a beat and she didn’t have to think about it any longer. She kissed her friend, opened her mouth, and swiped her tongue over Emma’s full lips.

They kissed as lovers as Serena’s fingers fucked Emma’s horny hole. Emma’s breasts heaved, her excitement at an all-time high. She released Serena’s mouth, gasped for air, and exclaimed, “I’m so fucking horny. Suck my tits and bring me off.”

Serena nudged Emma’s blouse open with her nose and latched onto a hard, engorged nipple. She squeezed it with her lips and pulled upward while rapidly thrusting her fingers in and out of Emma’s quivering quim.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Emma grunted.

Serena continued stroking Emma’s spasming slot as her thumb rubbed across her exposed clit.

Emma’s body shook and tensed as her orgasm overtook her. She mewed and moaned through her convulsions, finally finding the release she needed.

When finished, Serena removed her cum-soaked fingers, brought them to her lips, and smelled Emma’s essence. Her curiosity overtook her shyness as she sucked on her fingers, tasting her friend’s pussy juice. She smiled upon discovering it wasn’t anything like she’d assumed.

An image formed of her sucking her friend’s pussy and drinking her nectar and she felt remorse for not reciprocating Emma’s expression of love. “Maybe, another time,” she thought to herself.

Noticing Emma’s gaze fixed on her tasting her juices, she noticed a change in her expression. They were closer than ever, bonding together physically as well as mentally.

“Thanks so much,” Emma said, sincerely. “I really needed that. Between the delivery guy and eating your pussy, I was ready to grab a cucumber as soon as you left.”

They giggled and Serena remarked, “At least I saved your salad. Speaking of that, I need to get going. I promised Carter I’d have dinner waiting for him and now I’m running late.”

She moved off the bed and straightened her clothes, her eyes roaming over Emma’s thin legs framing her black-haired pussy, her skirt bunched up on her stomach. She croaked, “It’s no wonder all the men drool over you. You’re one hot-looking sexpot.”

Emma giggled and replied, “Give my love to Carter.”

Serena kissed her gently. “Talk to you later,” she murmured.

While Serena was on her way home, Carter had already started dinner. When his mother didn’t arrive on time, he took the initiative, eager to help. He loved making her life easier, knowing that his reward would be her smile which never failed to lift his spirits.

Everything was ready except for the toasted garlic bread, arranged on a tray, waiting to go into the preheated oven. Carter double-checked the table to ensure it was perfect. Confident everything was in place, he pulled out his phone to see if his mother had texted him.

Before he could unlock it, he heard her pull into the garage. Moments later, the door opened, and she inhaled deeply, taking in the comforting aroma of garlic and onion. “So thoughtful of you, Carter,” she said, her voice warm with appreciation. “I’ll change first and be out to join you in a few.”

She kissed him on the cheek as she passed by. “Thanks, sweetie. Sorry I ran too late to help.”

The distinct aroma of pussy juice flooded Carter’s senses as his mother brushed by him. As she walked down the hall, he yelled, “Mom, there’s time for you to shower first. I’ll pop the bread in when I hear the water turn off.”

His prick hardened as he wondered if the strong scent was from his mother or Emma. He knew Emma was Bi-sexual, but never figured they were involved in a sexual relationship. He jammed his hand down his pants, choked his steel-hard cock, and stroked it a few times before adjusting it upright so it wouldn’t be noticeable.

Serena’s brow furrowed, digesting Carter’s comments. She smelled her fingers and the realization hit her that Carter had smelled pussy juice. She chuckled to herself, remembering how she had told her son to shower when she detected the same scent on him. There was no way to explain to him what had happened so she hoped he wouldn’t address it later on.