Eve's Halloween Daddy (and Mommy?)

by scouries

Copyright© 2009 by scouries

Erotica Sex Story: 18 yo Eve decides her daddy's going to get a halloween trick on the big night. With mommy in the room! And what about the neighbor boy Gunther? What will evil Eve make him do before he's allowed in? And how much will it hurt?

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   NonConsensual   Drunk/Drugged   Heterosexual   Humor   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   FemaleDom   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   .

So who's to blame? Am I who I am due to nurture or nature? Born bad? A teenage temptress. Or evil? Evil eighteen year old Eve? The Devil's spawn?

Well it doesn't really matter you know. Because when you get right down to it "nature" is my parents and "nurture" is my parents. It's their fault! Daddy's and mommy's! If I happen to be highly sexed I must have inherited it. Or maybe I'd been influenced by the sounds that had emanated nightly from my parents bedroom over my formative years. My innocent dreams invaded by the nocturnal cries of my mother's passion as daddy repeatedly thrust his big prick inside her. Dreams that had slowly turned her precious young daughter into a girl who craved cock! But whose cock?

Anyway, that's what I told Gunther when I finally explained the full details of my Halloween plan to him. After I told him I could see that he didn't agree, that he'd love to argue with me. But he didn't dare! He wasn't going to jeopardize his chances of getting into my pants.

I never thought of my father that way growing up. In a sexual way I mean. He was just Daddy. I was daddy's little girl.

And then you grow up. And out. Things happen. You listen. "Daddy's penis is how big?" You learn...

1 - Gunther - September 9th

Gunther, my friend, was a weirdo, an outcast. Our next door neighbour, with his bedroom windows facing mine, he'd been in my class since elementary school. The goodie, goodie, teacher's pet, nerdy type who'd slowly morphed through various transformations (computer geek, drugged out punk) as he'd aged. Now, starting his senior year of high school, he'd decided he was going to become a famous film director some day and was trying to act the part. But with a beret on his head and a camera hanging around his thick neck he still remained a total social outcast.

He was, at five foot six, three inches shorter than my five nine. He'd never grow much taller now but he'd grown out in the past couple of years. Put on muscles on a once scrawny frame. He now had a barrel like body but one, surprisingly, with no body hair to speak of on it. A wisp under his arms and at his groin belied his enormous teenage horniness.

I was his only friend. His parents loved me. So did he. He always had. So it wasn't just the female body I'd suddenly sprouted in the last two years that drew him. It was my brain. And the fact that he had recognized something in me that no one else had. My wild side, my badness. I looked like the perfect "in crowd" high schooler, it was only Gunther who could see below my cheerleader/miss homecoming queen facade.

So when I was ready to put my plan into action he was my obvious choice as an assistant. No one else would do. Certainly not my regular friends, my girlfriends. They wouldn't have understood. And even if I found one that would have been willing to go along I knew I'd never find one who'd keep her mouth shut. Gunther would! Who could he tell?

Mind you I didn't tell him my real plan at first. I'm not stupid! You've got work up to it slowly...

"You're not going home with that jerk are you?" Robbie asked. It was the third day of our senior year of high school and my almost perfect boyfriend was pouting as he stamped his feet impatiently. He hated the idea of a Gunther living in his world. The fact that his girlfriend would actually talk to him or worse, drive in his car, baffled him as much as it angered him.

"He lives next door Rob, gotta go," I answered sweetly, then pursed my lips and sent him a little kiss.

"He's a retard."

"He going to help me with my Chemistry homework," I countered. Robbie didn't take Chemistry so had no idea if I had any homework.

"He's not our type, he's a pervert." Robbie couldn't keep the petulant whine out of his voice.

Fuck you I wanted to tell him but instead I smiled sweetly again. "Really, I gotta go, luv ya, I'll phone you later," I promised.

"So, do you like girls? Or have you become gay now that you've gone Hollywood?" was my opening salvo as we drove home from school. Once in a while I let him drive me home in his old clunker. Partly to bug my boyfriend Robbie but mainly to check up on what Gunther was up to. In many ways he was the most interesting person in my life.

It was a crazy question because every girl in our school knew that Gunther was a perv of the first order. Walking around with his camera. Lurking near the entrance to the girls change room and shower. Of course no one would go out with him.

"Fuck you," he muttered defiantly but then quickly glanced over to see how I'd react to his new tough guy mode. He was always trying new personas out on me. I simply raised my eyes to the sky.

I pressed on. "Well, how come you're still a virgin then?"

"Who said I was?" he demanded. He was blushing through his scowl.

"Do you have a big cock?"

He looked like he was going to have a fit before he finally stammered out a, "Christ Eve, what's got into you today?"

"Would you like to?" I teased as I put my palm on his thigh.

"Like to what?"

"Get into me? Robbie wanted to. He didn't want me to drive home with you." My hand slipped up into his crotch. His whole body jerked as I traced his length. It was surprisingly big for so little a boy.

"EVE!" it was both a warning and a plea.

"I have a plan," I announced as I took my hand from his cock.

"You do?" he asked suspiciously. He'd been made to participate in some of my plans before.

"Uh huh," I answered as he turned into his driveway. After we'd stopped I quickly exited the car and turned to cross the lawn towards my house. I wondered how long he'd wait before he spoke. I was only about a third of the way to our side door when I heard his plaintive call.

"Well, what is it? It's not like the last one you had is it?"

I turned and walked slowly back towards him, stopping only when I was less than a foot from him. Looking down at him and clearly in his space, I waited a second before talking. "You'll have to obey me," I warned, then stepped around him and headed towards his back door. He rushed after.

"Obey you? What are we going to do?" he couldn't keep the eagerness out of his voice.

"Among other things we're going to make a film Mister Director," I announced back over my shoulder as I entered the Klugge kitchen. "Hi Mrs. Klugge," I announced cheerfully to Gunther's mom as I proceeded through the room.

"Oh hi sweetie," she welcomed. I'd always been her favourite. She'd even gone so far as to thank my parents for having such a nice daughter. I had basically been the only one of his classmates who'd ever played with him. She thought I was a 'good girl' and I'm sure her greatest hope was that someday her son and I would become a couple.

"Gun's promised to help me with some homework," I said as I moved towards the hall and stairs beyond.

"Would you two like something to drink, some cookies first?" she offered. A great cook, she always wanted so badly to entertain Gunther's friends. But he didn't have any.

"I'm getting fat, I have to diet, but thanks anyway," I said with the sweetest smile on my face. I could charm anyone!

"Eve, you're beautiful, not an extra ounce on you. You've turned into a stunner. Hasn't she Gunther."

He simply muttered as he followed me up the stairs, then grumbled in a squeaky falsetto, "I'm getting faaaaat."

"Shut up and lock the door," I ordered. I wasn't going to give him an inch of wriggle room.

"So what's the plan?" he asked after throwing himself nonchalantly across his bed. Mr. Cool lifted the camera and aimed it at me.

Not just yet little Gunny I said to myself as I sat down at his desk and spun the chair around so I was facing him. Gave him a good long stare before I demanded in my most authoritative voice, "I want the film."

"What film?" he asked nervously. In response I simply stared him down until he broke eye contact. Then waited. Each time he looked back up I met him with my most truculent look.

"Eve--" he tried but he couldn't hide the whine. I continued to wait with my hand out.

He tried again. "I didn't do anything wrong." I waited. "It was your fault, you shouldn't have--" He stopped talking as he saw the anger rise on my face.

Finally he rolled off the bed and walked towards the stack of DVDs that sat on the top shelve of his bookcase. "Put it on so we can watch it on your TV," I instructed after he'd grabbed one from the pile.

"You want to see it? Here?" I nodded yes. He nervously fumbled around inserting the disc, hoping against hope for divine intervention. The tape finally started to roll.

"I was right, you are a pig!" I announced after watching sixty seconds of the tape. It was a tape that showed me undressing in my room. It showed me as I lay back on my bed ... as I touched my body ... as I inserted the plastic penis slowly between my legs. It was a performance I'd specially staged for my horny neighbour just ten days earlier.

"You shoulda closed the curtains, it's not my fault." He didn't realise I'd put on the show on purpose.

"You've masturbated to it haven't you?" I accused.

"I have not!"

I was on a roll now and knew I had him where I wanted him. "Perv! Show it to me ... NOW!"

"Show you what?"

"Your little cock! Now hurry," I ordered.

"Why should I? And it's not that little," he insisted as he backed away from me. When the back of his legs hit the bed I gave him a hard shove and he tumbled down onto his back. I climbed on top and sat straddled on his knees as I looked down at him.

"What aaaaare you doing?" His squeal clearly showed his panic. After quickly undoing his belt I slowly pulled down his zipper.

"Don't! Mom might come." Gunther was panicking. I pulled his pants and shorts down below his penis in one fell swoop.

I inspected the already erect shaft, let my eyes play over it, licking my lips as I devoured it. He actually had a pretty nice cock. "It's not bad for someone like you," I said as I shook my head slowly from side to side, belying the words I'd just uttered.

"What do you mean, 'someone like you'? What's wrong with it?"

I ignored his question. "Show me what you do when I'm not here and you're watching the film," I ordered.

"No way!" Even as he tried to decline I knew he was excited, knew that he loved it that I was finally looking at his penis. He'd wanted me since he'd learned what a cock was really made for.

"Show me!" One of Gunther's hands twitched, then moved downward. Seconds later it was wrapped around his eighteen year old cock. His whole body was trembling. I watched as his penis started to fuck his fist.

"You don't have much hair," I complained as I continued to inspect him, then added, "You know of course that body hair is usually a sign of male virility don't you?"

"I've got all the virility any girl will ever need," he boasted but couldn't hide the nervousness from his voice. I knew how badly he wanted to impress me.

"Daddy's covered in hair, his legs, his chest, his beard..." I mused as I slipped my hand under his shirt.

"Your father?"

"Around his cock too. It's like a jungle."

"Your father's penis? Have you--"

I interrupted. We'd talk about daddy later. "Do you always think of me when you're doing that?" he shook his head yes in answer as his hips began to thrust upward. Wanting his chest bare when he came I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it upwards. He released his cock for a second to let me pull it over his head. His hand rushed back to his cock.

"You're sick," I accused as I watched as his fat cockhead repeatedly thrust through the fist holding it.

"Everybody does it."

"Rob doesn't. He puts it in me," I whispered hoarsely.

"Rob can't add one and one, I don't know why you spend even a second with him," Gunther complained in a panting gasp. I knew he was close. I took his free hand and put it under my sweater.

"Do you want to fuck me? Fuck your little Eve?" I demanded. His hand closed angrily over my breast. Squeezed.

"You're crazy," he groaned.

"Say it," I ordered.

"I want to fuck you." His words were a hoarse whisper but there was no mistaking the passion behind them.

"Let me," I offered as my hand closed around the base of his cock and pushed his hand away.

"I can't ... don't ... I'm coming," he cried as I pumped him. Then I felt it, felt the jerking spasm that announced the first creamy strand that was rushing up his shaft. I aimed him so that his string of cream spurted up and then down onto his heaving chest.

"Eeeeeeeeeeve!" it was a cry of release, a cry of pain, a cry of ecstasy. And each time his prick jerked in my hand he cried out my name again.






"You're a pig," I accused when he'd finally finished, when I'd squeezed the last drop of his cum onto his stomach. He watched, silent and panting, as I dipped my finger into the sperm that had pooled around his belly button.

"Jesus," he moaned softly when I stuck out my tongue and licked his baby making cream from it. He gaped when I pushed my sticky finger into my mouth and noisily sucked it. Then I dipped back into the still warm pool of cum and got another finger full. He whimpered when I pushed my laden finger between his lips but he made no other complaint as he cleaned my finger, as he swallowed his own spunk.

"It's good, yummy, yummy," I said as I smacked my lips.

"You're a sex maniac," he accused.

"Are you complaining?"

"I want to fuck you." There was a begging, desperate tone in his voice.

"Not until you've done your part in my plan."

"I'll do it, I'll do it. Fuck, what do you want me to do?" I knew I could make him do anything.

"I'm not sure now if you can do it." I was quite happy to take my time playing him.

"Please. I'll do anything."

"I thought you were a better filmmaker. That's crap," I said as I pointed to the amateur production still playing on his TV.

"I wasn't prepared ... I didn't have the right camera ... the windows," he tried to explain.

"You're supposed to be the expert." I saw he was about to sputter out some other explanation so I held my hand up. "Anyway, it's not your filmmaking ability I need to start the plan."

"I'll do anything. What do I have to do?" he was desperate.

So I told him. Slowly. Very clearly. Every time he tried to interrupt I silenced him by squeezing his balls. I finally finished.

"What are you going to do with them? You're going to drug someone aren't you? Who is it? And why the two different kinds of drug?"

"One for the man, the other for the woman."

"Man? Woman?"I simply watched him as he tried to work it out. "Cathy Jennings," he finally spat out as he snapped his fingers. "You're going to drug her aren't you? You've never liked her since she was picked Freshman Year Queen have you?"

"No, it's not her ... mind you that's not a bad idea Gunther. Maybe later we'll drug her and I'll let you fuck her. Would you like that?" Of course he would!

"Well who is it then?"

"I have to go, we'll talk about it again next week," I told him as I turned towards the door. Then I turned back and ejected the film from his DVD player.


He looked up. "Yes?"

"If you want to fuck me, if you think you're going to lose your cherry with me, there's other things you'll have to do to."

His face fell. "There are?"

I walked over to his computer and typed in an address, pushed enter, then turned and left the room. I'd just reached the top of the stairs when I heard his almost yelled words, "Penis tattoo? You want me to get a fucking penis tattoo?" I continued down the stairs and then out the front door. I texted him five minutes later: 'I'll have the design for you when you've got the drug info'.

Two minutes later he texted back: 'u r crazy if u think I'm going to tattoo my cock'.

'you'll also going to have to be disciplined for spying on me ... for secretly filming me'.

'how' came right back.

'you'll see.'

2 - My Family

I'm eighteen years old and my name is Eve Marie Scoreli, an All-American girl who lives in an upper class suburb of a large city in a Mid-Western State. I get good marks. I'm the number one cheerleader and am almost sure to be picked Prom Queen. I love sex. I'm a control freak. I want my daddy...

Daddy, thirty-nine now, a third generation American of Italian ancestry (which helps explain his hirsuteness) met mommy on Halloween night of nineteen eighty-nine when they were both Sophomores at University. My mother, from Lyon, France was spending her exchange student year in the States. She never left! I appeared some fifteen months later and then, nine years later my little sister Martine popped out.

We're a normal American family.

Except ... My parents like SEX! A lot. Mind you it's only been in the last couple of years that I'd figured that out. You start off of course knowing nothing about sex. Oh we had sex ed classes and with the internet it would be impossible for even a thirteen year old to be ignorant of sex these days.

But it's not like really knowing. You don't really understand anything about it until your body starts talking to you about it.

Until you and your friends start talking about it at sleepovers. About what you're all feeling. In fact it was at a sleepover at Tricia Martin's house that the subject of parents and sex came up for the first time among my friends and me.

Nothing planned. It just started by Tricia saying nonchalantly that she didn't think her parents 'did it' anymore. This prompted over twenty minutes of discussion and speculation about our parent's sex life from the six of us present that night.

Someone finally asked me, "What about your parents Eve?" I immediately realised I had no idea. Parents Sex Yuck! I didn't want to think about it.

"I'll bet they do it all the time," someone chimed in.

"Your dad's hot," came from another. My dad was hot?

"Your mom's always touching him, kissing him when we're over there," came from Tricia.

"I'll bet he has a big cock," Chrissie added, trying to shock us all with her use of the forbidden 'c' word.

"Gross! That is so gross," I answered the grinning faces of my five friends that night. But once something like that is said it's not that easy to forget it. Not that easy to get it out of your mind.

And so my interest in my parent's sex life was born. And when you seek you often find...

You no longer can ignore the noises that emanate from behind a closed bedroom door at night ... hearing them you can't help but imagine what's going on.

You suddenly notice the little touches, caresses your mother and father continually exchange. And understand the implication of them.

And you see the bulge in your father's pants after he releases your mom from an impromptu hug...

Of course my mother had talked to me about sex before that. She's French for crying out loud! She explained the basics as I'd passed through puberty and then augmented her original advice as the years had passed and I'd matured.

There was no 'dirty' in sex for her! It was the most natural and healthy of things two people could do and that's how it was presented to me. And it was fun. I told her when I was kissed for the first time, when my breasts were touched for the first time, and she held me and smiled when I told her I'd lost my virginity.

So it wasn't like sex was something new between us, it was just that I'd never really extrapolated what she said about sex to her and dad actually doing it.

They did it a lot. I listened. And spied. There was a box hidden at the top of their bedroom cupboard that contained sex toys and accessories. Like the stuff you see on the internet. I found it. And just this past summer I'd found a film hidden under mom's panties. I know I shouldn't have looked but what the heck. I had just turned eighteen and there was no way I could deny my curiosity. Mom was dressed as a nurse in it. Dad was playing a patient lying in a hospital bed. ROLE PLAYING? My mother and father?

When nurse mommy pushed down patient daddy's sheet my plan was born. Daddy had a penis to die for! A porn star penis. Fortunately I copied the film to my computer that first day because when I looked for it a week later it had disappeared. And I knew they must have others but I'd never been able to find their cache.

3 - Gunther Friday, September 18th 11:30 pm



"Duh! Who else would call you on a Friday night?" I asked down the line. I knew he'd have looked up from his computer screen the second he recognised my voice. Checking to see if I was in my room. I flicked my lights on and off three times. I was naked. I heard his gasp down the line as he took in my body. I turned the lights off. "Come over here."

"Now?" he asked. I hung up the phone and bent over and picked up my jean shorts from the floor. I had them pulled up legs and had pulled a tank top over my head by the time he timidly knocked on my bedroom door. We both had keys to the others house. I hadn't put on underwear.

"You're dressed?" he whispered, disappointed.

I ignored his statement as I signalled him to come into my room. "Have you got them?" I demanded.

"I ordered them. They'll be here next week."

For five minutes I questioned him on what drugs he'd selected, how they worked, how long the subject would be under. "It's like rohypnol, the man's one? He'll still be able to perform?" I'd demanded.

"Better," my co-conspirator boasted. "It's a new cocktail, the Latino gangs are getting it from factories in Mexico. Its new up here. Hardly anyone knows about it. The subject goes all horny, if it's a guy he gets a Viagra like mega hard-on, lasts forever, but he also goes dissociative, remembers but doesn't. You can plant stuff in his mind and when he comes to the next morning he'll only remember what you've told him to."

"We better try it on you when it comes, see how it works before we use it for real."


"Of course you."


"We have to be ready for Halloween."


"Halloween night, that's when we do it."

"We?" I nodded yes. "Who are we going--"

"I'll tell you next week."

"Will I need a costume?" I shook my head no in answer.

We talked for a few minutes further until I clearly indicated that it was time to call it a night.

"I guess I better go." He'd been stalling, clearly hoping I'd ask him to stay.

"Yes you better," I agreed. As he turned to go I added, "Oh hey, wait, I forgot, I've got the design."

"What design?"

"I talked to three different places, it shouldn't be too expensive. Maybe two hundred and fifty."

"For what?"

"Here, I'll show you on the computer." I clicked a few keys and brought up my MY PICTURES folder. "I found a picture on line and then I coloured it and put the letters on with photoshop," I explained before clicking open the picture.

"NO WAY! I mean it Eve, no fucking way!" Gunther was staring in horror at the tattooed cockhead that filled the screen. The shaft untouched under the bright, sky blue bulb with the letters E ... V ... E printed across it in white.

I leaned over and lowered his zipper. My neighbour cowered back even as my fingers slipped inside his boxers and grasped his soft shaft.

"Please." Gun was almost crying.

"It's beautiful," I said as I tenderly caressed it to life. "Bigger than Rob's."

"It is?" I could hear the interest in his voice even as he backed away. I didn't let it go.

"About the same length," I said as I stretched him, "but fatter ... and your cockhead is much bigger. Do you want to see?" As I talked I clicked open my NUDE ROB folder on MY PICTURES. I pushed play SLIDESHOW. My boyfriend appeared in all his glory.

"Gross!" he said as he carefully examined my boyfriends erect cock which suddenly appeared as a closeup on the screen.

"See, you are bigger." I held his up against the screen to compare them. "You know, yours is almost as big as Daddy's cockhead. Yours has such a big bulbous head; it'll be perfect for the tattoo."

I watched as his mind tried to take in what I'd just said and knew before he'd said it what was coming.

"Your father's? You have pictures of your fathers'?"

"Of course not! Daddy's is much longer than yours of course."

"You've seen your dad's penis?"

I ignored his comment as I reached to pick up my camera. "I'll take a few pictures now and then photoshop the design on ... so the guy at the shop will have a good idea of exactly what we want. I'll make a NUDE GUNTHER TATOOED PENIS FOLDER."

"I won't. Never, never in a million fucking years," he promised as my camera clicked. "Did you make Rob get one?" I shook my head no. "The other guys you've slept with?" I shook no again. "Then why me?" I could hear the desperation in his voice.

"Because Gunther, those other boys are not part of my future."

"And I am all of a sudden?"

"Are you crazy? Of course you are. We're going to the same University next year aren't we? And you love me don't you? And I love you don't I? You'll always be mine Gunny, always," I promised as my hand closed around his straining shaft.

"It'll hurt. That's not love," he protested.

"Well it'll never go in me until it's got my name on it," I promised, then sank to my knees between his legs and slowly brought my moist lips to its tip. One quick kiss to its one eye was followed by circular tonguing of the fat head. Then I jumped to my feet.

"Tomorrow Gunther," I instructed as I led him to the door.

"Tomorrow?" he sounded desperate.

"It'll take at least three weeks before you'll be able to do it. It has to heal," I told him as I led him to the head of the stairs. But then I changed my mind and instead led him past the stairs and down the corridor towards my parent's bedroom.

"What?" he mouthed quietly. I held my finger to my lips to quiet him. We heard the first groan of pleasure just as we reached the bedroom door.

"They're fucking," I announced but anyone would have recognised the noises seeping into the hall for what they were.

"Your parents?" Gunther mouthed. He tried to move away but I held his arm.

"She's noisy isn't she?" I asked into Gunny's ear, then ran my tongue into it. We listened for five minutes, my hand constantly caressing him through his pants, before I let him go. He came of course, spilling his seed into his underpants even as he heard my mother scream out her passion.

'that was so sick' he texted five minutes later from his room.

By then I'd been able to photoshop my tattoo design onto the picture I'd just taken of his cock. I emailed it to him with the message, 'tomorrow at ten'.

4 - Tatoo Parlor Sept 19th

"On his penis?" I could see the doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, exactly like this, that's my name," I insisted as I pointed to the picture I'd just given him.

The man who was going to tattoo Gunther's prick quickly turned and looked at Gunny. "It's going to hurt man, you know that don't you?" he warned.

"A lot?" Mr. Tatto Man nodded yes. "Maybe we should--"

Enough of this male bonding shit. "We're doing it!" I announced in a voice that brooked no complaint. "Aren't we Gunny?" He was on the table two minutes later. With his pants around his ankles.

It took an hour and a half. Gunny cried. I held his hand throughout the procedure. Talked him through it. Repeatedly told him how much I wanted his beautiful blue tattooed monster deep inside me. During the worst parts, when I was afraid he couldn't take any more, I lifted my skirt, and grabbed his hand and put it inside my panties.

The tattoo turned out beautifully!

The guy who did it liked it so much he begged us to let him take pictures of it. He even asked if he could take some pictures of me, of the bare mound he'd been catching glimpses of for the last hour.

"When you get a tattoo buster," I said with a leer as we turned to go.

5 - Gunther - October 6th

"How is it?" were my first words after I'd entered his bedroom. It had been over two weeks since he'd been tattooed.

"Okay I guess."

"Let me see." I didn't wait for an answer, instead slipped to my knees and quickly undid his belt and zipper. "She's beautiful," I complimented as my fingers circled his shaft and lifted him.

"My cock is not a SHE."

"Does little Eve still hurt?' I asked as he lengthened in my hand.

"Not too much."

"Next week? You'll be able to by next week?" he nodded his head yes. I gave my namesake a quick kiss and then tucked him back in Gunny's pants.

"What's in the bag anyway?" Gunther asked suspiciously. I'd warned him earlier in the day that we were going to try the drug out that night and had brought certain 'things' with me.

"Sexual accessories," I answered. From my parents secret cache. It was nine o'clock on a Tuesday night. "Where are the pills?"

"It's too early, we'll have to wait til mom's gone to bed," he said as he edged toward the desk and the bag I'd dropped there. I watched as he peeked inside. "Handcuffs?" Fortunately he hadn't seen what was under them.

"She's bringing us up cake and milk." I grabbed the bag away from his prying eyes. Gunther's father was out of town on one of his innumerable business trips.


"I told her we're having a Chemistry exam next week and that we might have to study late. She insisted that I try her carrot cake. Now where'd you put the pills?"

"I got ten of each," he said as he pulled two small plastic pill containers from his pocket.

"Which are the ones for the guy?" He offered me one of the vials.

"And this one puts the subject under much deeper?' he nodded yes as I took the other one from his fingers. We both turned when we heard his mom's timid knock on his door. I palmed a pill.


"Can I come in?" Of course she could! And friendly little me, moi, insisted that she join us for our milk and cake. She was delighted! Five minutes later Gunny's momma was passed out on his bed.

"You drugged her? My mother?"

"I told you we were going to test them. We'll put her in her room. We'll find out how long it lasts."

"You shouldn't have."

"Help me carry her," I ordered as I moved to grab her arms. A minute later we'd deposited her on her bed. "What does she wear when she sleeps?" I asked.


"We have to put her to bed ... so she'll just wake up tomorrow thinking she went to bed normally," I explained as I started to unbutton his mother's blouse.


Oh god, boys can be slow sometimes I thought but didn't voice. "Take off her shoes."

"Me?" he asked mechanically even as his fingers grasped her left shoe. His eyes were locked on the bra I'd just exposed.

"I can't see her naked!"

"Why?" I asked as I unsnapped her bra and exposed his mother's breasts. Immobile, seemingly incapable of movement, he simply gawked as I bared his mother.

"She's sexy," I said in admiration as I inspected her. "Look at her pussy," I invited as I probed into her lush pubic bush and opened her up.

"Don't ... please don't Eve," he pled.

"Would you like to touch her?" He fled back to his room. Ten minutes later, drugged, he was lying flat on his bed, naked, his drug induced erection waving in the air, still somehow awake and aware but clearly incoherent.

It worked. On Gunther I mean. I stayed the night with him, did things to him. I used the handcuffs to test their efficacy. And I had the strap-on of course. He had to be punished for taking that dirty movie of me! It was weird having someone so malleable in your hands. I studied how he reacted to my demands. And then I planted an alternative account of what we'd done in his mind. To see whether he'd remember what happened or what I told him had happened.

Of course I filmed it all. I didn't want him to think I was trying to fool him! I also spent a few minutes filming his mom.

"Wake up lover boy." It was five thirty in the morning and almost eight hours since I'd put him under. I still had him handcuffed spread-eagled to the bed.

It took him a few seconds to realize what was holding him. "Eve?"

"I had to," I explained as I unlocked one cuff.

"Why?" I wondered what images of last night were flooding into his mind.

"You were bad ... I almost couldn't control you ... you woulda..."

"Would have what?" but even as he asked the question I saw the implanted memory of what he'd almost done flick across his face. "Mommy?" he asked, the horror clear.

"You ran into her room, attacked her, I had to pull you off. You said you were going to fuck her. You tried to put your cock in her mouth." And as I repeated this made up story I could see he was remembering it exactly as I had described it to him the night before, he was remembering something that had never happened. The drug worked!

"I fucked mom?"

"I've got to go, look at the film first, it's not what you remember," I said, then left without another word.

My cell rang thirty-nine minutes later. I started talking before he could say a word. "I told you you'd have to be punished for taking that film."

"It was rape! My bum." He'd clearly got to the strap-on scene.

"Just one more word Gunther and we're finished." He croaked trying to catch his breath. I hung up.

6 - Gunther - Friday October 16th

'tonight' I texted. Gunther was sitting across the room from me. We were in our first period English class. I watched as he read the message and then smiled at him when he looked up.

'tonight?' came back.

'its better now isn't it? Healed?' I texted.


'my house, bring your video camera'

Dad, mom and Martine had gone to visit grandma for the weekend, I'd begged off, and so we had the house to ourselves. I'd insisted that we do it with a little style and so Gunther had arrived with a dozen roses and dressed in his best duds and we'd proceeded to one of our cities chicest restaurants for dinner, a pre fuck fete. Gun's dad had let him use the good car.

"Was your mom happy?" I asked as we ate.

"She couldn't believe we were going out, dad neither," he answered.

"We'll have to stop in over there when we get back, before we--"

And so we had. Mrs. Klugge, elated, had insisted on taking pictures of our first date. Then made no complaint when we told his parents we were going over to my place to see a movie. I knew he wasn't going to go home that night and I knew his mother wouldn't say a word ... she was in heaven, her son finally had a date.

"Do you want to film it?" I asked as I led my beau up to my parent's bedroom. He was trembling.

"You don't mind?" Of course I didn't and we had two hi def video recorders set up on tripods within seconds. "Why here?" he asked but I knew the only thing he was thinking about was his penis.

"Better camera angles," I said, then moved into his arms and stopped any further questions with my lips.

We did it slowly. I wanted his first time to be something he'd remember and treasure forever. I wanted him to belong to me forever.

But don't think for a second that it wasn't good for me too. When I'd started going with boys it hadn't taken me long to figure out I liked sex. I came easily and often. And knew from talking to my girlfriends that I enjoyed it much more than most of them did. I'm pretty sure I'd inherited it from mom.

The first time I sat on top. I wanted to control the action, slow it down and speed it up as the situation demanded. I didn't want Gunther's first time inside me to be one of those two second premature ejaculation things that I knew virgin boys were famous for.

I needn't have worried. The second I lowered my moist pussy over his cockhead I was excited as he was. The thick bulb, so much bigger than Rob's, split me in a way that no other penis had. And as I slowly lowered myself down onto him it stretched my vagina and stimulated nerve ends I never knew I had. I was cumming before he was all the way into me.

Gun's first spurting ejaculation did come quickly but by that time neither of us cared. I was screaming in pleasure. We did it three more times that night before finally collapsing into sleep.

"I love you." It was ten o'clock the next morning; we'd both just waken up.

"You better," I answered.

"I was okay?"

Why does every male need to be told how good he was? "Much better than Rob, much, much better," I complimented, then leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss. Actually he had been! I slowly kissed my way down his body and by the time my mouth got to his cock it was rock hard.

"You can do it again?" I asked in a little girls voice, the wonder clear. Then, after tracing the letters of my name with my tongue, added, "Rob can only do it once, or maybe twice." I know, I was laying it on but you know how men are.

"I always told you he was a loser," my proud beau answered.

"We're going to do it here," I said as I lowered my body over his hard cock and took it deep inside myself.

"What?" he groaned.

"Halloween. The plan," I answered as I started to ride him.

"Here where?"

"In my parent's bedroom, here," I answered.

"We're going to drug somebody in your parent's bedroom? Won't they be around?"

I was starting to get very wet. "They better be," I said, then captured his lips with mine.

"You're going to drug your mother and father? Are you crazy?"

"You're going to be my cameraman."

"It's not right."

We argued back and forth for a while but I wasn't worried. I knew there was no way in the world Gunther Klugge would refuse anything I asked. After about twenty minutes of 'disccussion' I played him my copy of my parent's home 'role playing nurse/patient' movie on their bedroom TV.

"Oh my gawd," he muttered when mom lowered the sheet and exposed dad. I smiled at my friend sweetly in reply. Then I gave him his first official blow job. And of course later he was made to reciprocate.

7 - Mom - Four days before Halloween

"You're going as a fairy?" I laughed as I watched mom pull her Halloween costume from the box. "Little Tinker Bell?" I teased. Mom couldn't help but grin as she held the gossamer like costume in front of her.

"Don't break them," she warned as I pulled the wings from the box.

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