Chapter 20

The first day of my journey to Montana went well. My truck ran well, although it was noisy as heck. I was still surprised that they let me go my own. The Judge just said I was an adult now and could make my own decisions. I had followed the Judge’s advice and left a note on the kitchen table that said I was going on an adventure and I’d be gone for a while. The judge had fixed things up with school and a I had months’ worth of homework in my backpack.

Uncle Ernie’s letter turned out to be an eye opener. According to him, the ring had a purpose. Legend had it that court sorcerers had spelled silver rings to be used as a tool for the sexual education young Chinese aristocrats. One of the powers the rings had was an empathetic effect that elicited a way for the young nobles to tap into the deepest fantasies of their partners. The key to good sex was understanding your partner’s mindset. The idea was that a young man should excel at everything including sex. Oddly enough the be-spelled rings were also used to audition the women who wanted to become yiji’s or Chinese courtesans. Only the kinkiest fantasies need apply.

Uncle Ernie had found two the ancient silver rings in 1946 while he was serving as a guard on an archaeological dig in far western China up in the Himalayas. The first one he used himself and was able to build a successful life himself in Hong Kong. He set second aside and when the time came, he sent it to me. The letter informed me that my ring had been magically paired to me as soon as I put it on. Nobody else could use it. Normally, I would have scoffed at the idea of magic, but it was hard to argue with what had happened to me. A side effect of the magic was perfect health. Again truth, I was far different physically than I was six months ago.

Aside from that bit of info, I thought the letter posed more questions than it answered. I was going to have to experiment.

It was full dark, past ten when I finally decided to stop. The clerk at the motel’s check-in desk was statuesque gray-haired woman in her fifties with suspicious blue eyes and thin disapproving lips. My eyes were drawn to her breasts. They were big and capped with huge erect nipples that showed through the housecoat she was wearing. As I looked closer something was off, everything about her seemed controlled, she was perfectly coiffed--not a hair out of place—except her face was flushed and her breathing seemed quicker than normal.

Something was exciting her, I wondered what it was.

There was a lady and her son in front of me. she had on a dark colored thin cotton dress and looked like a typical thirty to forty something mom. Her dress molded a big ass as she stood in front of me. Typical me wondered what she wore underneath it.

I waited patiently as the lady finished checking in. I smiled inside as I watched the son who was about fourteen surreptitiously checked out the nipple on the gray-haired clerk in front of him.

The ring throbbed on my finger.

“I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you. Come along Jeffery we’ve had a long day let’s get some sleep.”

She turned and stalked out. The kid followed his eyes glued now to his mom’s ass.

The clerk licked her lips her eyes fixed on the two of them as they walked down the hall to their room.

Odd.

“Ah excuse me do you have a room available.”

She seemed startled like she saw me for the first time.

“Oh yes. You’re in luck I have one more left.” She smiled and as I watched her demeanor softened and she bustled about and got me checked in. She seemed anxious in a hurry to get me checked in and out of there.

Huh. Wonder what’s going on with her? Then thought no more about it. I grabbed my room key and backpack and walked to my room.

Fifteen minutes later I was back at the front desk looking for change for the pop machine. The lobby was dark and a sign said closed-no vacancy. I dinged the little bell on the counter anyway. I really wanted a soda.

“Can’t you read the sign. We are closed...” she stopped in mid-sentence and stared at me.

The ring throbbed.

“I just need change for a soda.”

“Oh, sorry the machine is out of order. Come on back and I get you a coke out of my refrigerator.”

Back in her apartment her excitement was more pronounced. The ring throbbed almost painfully.

I was going to get my questions answered.

“How old are you boy?”

“Sixteen,” I popped open the coke she handed me and took a drink. “Ma’am, you seem nervous and excited. Would you tell me why.”

“Call me Betty. I have a dirty secret. I’ve never shared with anyone. I’m not who I look to be.”

“Well, I won’t tell anyone.”

She leaned against the doorway her teeth worrying her bottom lip as she stared at me. There was a rushing water sound in the background as someone was taking a shower in one of the rooms.

She looked ashamed but excited as well as she started her tale.

“All my life I’ve been fascinated with incest. When I was a little girl, I heard a story about one of my Uncles who had molested one of his stepdaughters. It was talked about in whispers. Deliciously shameful gossip. Forbidden. I used wonder if it felt good to be molested. My father was far to self-involved to do such a thing. He paid no attention to me there was only one person in his life, my mother who was a beauty queen type. Me, he ignored unless it was time to trot me out in company and brag about my grades or my piano playing.

That made me sad sometimes, but I had my books to keep me occupied. Then some things happened that changed things. One day while on a vacation camping trip I saw father’s penis as he was peeing against a tree. It was soft and brown looking not at all what I thought one would look like. Three days later one night, I peeked in their tent. My mother was taking her clothes off for bed and father was lying on his sleeping bag staring at her stroking his penis. Only this time, it was huge, hard and angry looking.

My mother made his cock hard just by getting naked.

She shivered.

The ring throbbed.

“That memory came back in spades when my son was your age. I went to his room to wake him for school and saw his penis sticking out of his pj’s as he was waking up. It was big and adult looking. My son had a man’s cock. That’s when I started to notice that he watched me. Looking at breasts and legs. Trying to get a peek. I began teasing him with peeks of my tits then my later my legs and pussy. I was so exciting for me the taste my son’s spend on his underwear after it was me that caused him to masturbate. I started masturbating frequently, especially when I was on my period”

“I didn’t realize it at the time of course, but my husband was well aware of my teasing my son. I thought it was my dirty secret. I suspect he liked to watch me all out of control. I know now that he set up situations where the boy could see me. Leaving the bedroom door cracked open when I was dressing or the bathroom door when I was bathing.

The three of us had a dirty secret that was never talked about. Like in many families, the Goddess named denial saves any embassingy confessions.

My son grew up and moved away like kids do and the next thing that happened was that my husband’s uncle passed leaving us this motel. My husband quit his job to run it.”

As she rambled on, I just watched her wondering where all this was going. I sipped my coke and tried to keep my eyes off of her bra-less titties under that house coat. She was not particularly attractive a gray haired fifty something woman, but she had a delicious sense of lewd wanton lust about her that was compelling. And those titties...

She took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m going to show you something. I’ve got to share this with someone and for some reason I’m choosing you. Maybe it’s because you keep peeking at my tits. Or maybe because you’re the same age as my Bobby was.”