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there is no better feeling in the world than being Chosen by someone's pet

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How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 7)

By nightfall, we were more or less done with the paint job. Truth be told, I was rather proud of what I’ve achieved within the span of a day. After taking a bath and wiping any traces of paint off my skin, I made myself comfortable on the couch. As it has been a tiring day, I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep.

 My future in-laws are already inside their room, so the lights in the living room have already been switched off. After replying work related messages, my eyelids started to get heavier and I fell asleep soon after.

 So anyway, I was pretty sure that I had a dream. I don’t remember what kind of dream it was, but I was pretty sure that it was an erotic dream of sorts. Why am I so sure? Because I woke up to a raging boner. As I wasn’t wearing any underwear, I literally pitched a tent in the living room.

 As if that wasn’t enough, the second thing I noticed was a hand on my shoulder.

 Still groggy from my nap, my mind wasn’t working as intended. It took me a few seconds before realizing how bad this looked.

 “I… I think you should go sleep inside the room…”

 I quickly looked up.

 The owner of the hand was my GF’s mom. She was looking at my penis with an awkward smile on her face. Although she seemed a little embarrassed, I could see how her eyes were fixated on my cock. They were just like Eyvon’s.

 “Oh shit! I’m sorry aunty! I don’t…” I tried to smooth out the situation as much as possible.

 She shook her head and told me it’s okay and I don’t have to be sorry about this.

 “Evelynn isn’t around, so it must’ve been hard on you!” She added, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

 If a person could die from embarrassment, this must be how it would be like…

 The following week went by without a hitch, and things were soon back to normal once Eyvon and Evelynn reached home.

 My GF’s mom was really nice about it, and she never did mention the incident to Eyvon or Evelynn. I mean, you guys know how some adults like to chat about embarrassing things during dinner, right? Like:

 “Girl ah, your boyfriend got an erection when he was napping in the living room last weekend leh! Hahaha!”

 Yeah, I’m glad that didn’t happen.

 Evelynn would probably laugh it off. But knowing Eyvon, she will probably start suspecting if I have a thing for her mom. And I’m not eager to find out how she’ll react either.

 Anyway, girls have their nights out, and so do guys. My friends and I made a trip to Geylang to makan durians and catch up. As it was durian season, we lost control and ordered close to 8 durians for just the 4 of us.

 My buddy Jeremy was one of the four. The other two are Ah Tan and Royce. Now, you must be wondering why I’m telling you guys about them.

 Well, they will eventually become a vital component in some of my future encounters. So, I’ll just get the introduction out of the way.

 Halfway through our durian session, Royce started telling us about something that happened to him recently. Apparently, some MILF FL he had a session with awhile back was the mother of a colleague of his.

 While I have no way to verify his story (and Royce is known to exaggerate things), this gave me the chance to talk about my issue with my friends.

 “…so yeah, I’m horny for my future mother in law” I laughed, stuffing a piece of durian into my mouth.

 My friends were never the judgmental type- as we all have fetishes; we can’t really talk to others about. So, they were naturally pretty understanding of my “plight”.

 “…understandable, bro!” Royce nodded, giving me a sly look. “Your GF’s mother is damn hot!”

 I raised my eyebrows a little. It’s weird to hear people talking about your future mother in law like this.

 “Ya sia, I agree she is damn chio for her age!” Jeremy chipped in, showing me a wide grin.

 “Bro, you test water first lah!” Ah Tan said, licking a piece of durian off his thumb. “Make some advances! Sounds to me like she’s quite interested in your cock!”

 Well, she did stare intently at my cock…

 But am I really going to make advances on my future mother in law? This could potentially destroy everything I have in my life. If only there’s a safe way for me to find out…

 As if reading my mind, Royce continued the conversation while I was deep in my thoughts.

 “Actually… there’s something you could try…”

 The following weekend, I went over to Evelynn’s place as usual. This time, however, I was prepared to put Royce’s suggestion to the test. Halfway through dinner, I mentioned some “personal problems” to my GF’s family.

 “Insomnia?” Eyvon asked, curious about what I’ve just said.

 “Yeap,” Evelynn replied in my stead, as I was taking a sip of water. “He has been having a hard time falling asleep recently…”

 Truth be told, I don’t have insomnia, or anything of the sort. This is but a plan devised by Royce to, well- “test water”.

 “Oh no, maybe you should have some chamomile tea?” My GF’s mom asked, looking genuinely concerned.

 “No worries! I’ve gotten some sleeping pills from my doctor,” I lied, dangling a plastic bag fill of random pills. “I shouldn’t have any problem falling asleep tonight!”

 While I do feel bad making them worry about me, I do believe this is the best way to find out if I have a shot at my GF’s mom. And Royce- being the “genius” he is, personally assured me that this plan “works 99% of the time, confirm plus chop”.

 As the sun vanished from the horizon, it’s time for me to put my plan in motion.

 With 3 movie tickets in their hands, Evelynn, Eyvon, and their father prepared to leave house for a movie- courtesy of Royce. Of course, I told them that I got the tickets as a gift from my friend as thanks for whatever nonsensical reason I came up with back then. My GF’s mom isn’t particularly interested in movies, so it was the perfect gift to make her stay behind.

 As soon as they left the house, I made it obvious to my GF’s mom that I’ll be going to sleep soon, popping a couple of pills into my mouth.

 Time to set the gears in motion.

 As she made her way to the bathroom to take a bath, I made myself comfortable on the sofa, covering my face with a small pillow. Now I’ll just have to wait for her to come back to the living room. I started thinking about erotic stuff, in an attempt to make my little member hard. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard the bathroom door click.

 With a rock-hard dick, I “slept” motionlessly on the sofa, waiting for my GF’s mom to walk by. Soon, I could hear a light gasp coming from her, her footsteps stopping suddenly. Well, she must’ve noticed my penis…

 I could feel a light tap on my shoulders- which was what I had been expecting. Naturally, she would try to wake me up again like last time. However, no matter how hard she tried, I refused to “wake up”. The thought of her being conscious of my rock-hard member only turned me on even more.

 Soon, her tapping stopped. From the corners of my eyes, I could see her move her hand to my stomach, gently rubbing my stomach in an attempt to wake me up.

 “Hey, wake up…” she implored, her hand now moving faster than before. “Go sleep in your room…”

 It is now the time of truth- will she do what Royce said? Or will this be a waste of everybody’s time? I continued observing, hoping that she will change her course of action.

 “Not waking up…” she mumbled, convinced that I am fast asleep.

 Her hand stayed on my tummy for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. After a couple of seconds, her hand started sliding downwards, touching the edge of my shorts.

 I swallowed my saliva, hard. Is she really going to-?

 Before I could complete my thought, my shorts slipped off my waist, exposing my sizable member right before her. While she did not say anything, I could hear her accelerated breathing. She was either nervous, or getting excited.

 “…wow…” she seemed surprised at what that’s before her eyes.

 With her hand at the base of my hopelessly erect penis, there was no way I could remain silent.

 I ended up letting out some air from my mouth, which was pretty darn loud as it was really quiet. Perhaps that spooked her, as she quickly retracted her hand and pulled my shorts back up. Within moments, she disappeared from my field of (limited) vision.

 “Oh, damn it! Fuck!” I thought, pissed that I had to breathe so hard. “So close! Shit!”

 Even though I was lamenting, now I know that there’s chance for me to score. Hmm… perhaps Royce and the others could give me more suggestions….

 "So, you’re telling me that she pulled down your shorts?” Royce asked, his eyes now wider than a ping pong ball.

 “Yeah, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” I answered in a slightly annoyed tone.

 “Cuz this is freaking unbelievable, man!” Royce replied, trying to contain his excitement.

 “Why the hell are you so excited? You were the one that gave me the idea to begin with-”

 “Alright, alright! Focus, bro!” Royce continued, seemingly more excited that I am. “Now we have to find a way to make her go all the way!”

 That sleepless night, Royce and I started concocting our plan over bottles of beer. With enough alcohol to disinfect an entire toilet inside our systems, we

 came up with a ridiculous amount of ideas…

  (Approx. two weeks later)

 …Little did we expect my next opportunity would only come by in two weeks’ time.

 Well, so much for planning enthusiastically.

 Anyway, Evelynn had gone to a friend’s birthday party that day and Eyvon was overseas due to work. My future father in law went for some gathering with his

 ex-platoon mates. If there’s one thing us Singaporean men can count on, it’s the friendships we’ve forged in NS (Ad sponsored by SAF).

 It was pretty much the same drill; except this time round I was wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts. This pair should be easier for her to remove… if she’s planning to do so, that is. Once again pretending to sleep, I made it such that my penis would be obvious from the direction she would appear in.

 However, things did not go exactly as planned this time round.

 My GF’s mom completely ignored my rock-hard dick and went inside her room! Hearing the door slam shut was really disheartening, and I was considering calling it a night. However, something inside of me told me to keep waiting- looking back, it was probably my inner horny spirit or something.

 Sure enough, her door opened up once again- and I heard a light gasp.

 “Oh no… why is this happening again?” she lamented, accompanied with a sigh.

 Well, because I was hoping that you would give my sausage a nice and long rub- I replied her question inside my head.

 Moments later, her voluptuous figure appeared in my line of sight- and holy shit, she was wearing a green satin night gown! The night gown was V-necked, and the “V” went all the way below chest level. Her long and deep cleavage was simply mesmerizing, I was sure I did not blink at all while admiring it. How did these beautiful breasts manage to fit inside her regular clothes?

(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continued…)

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The Lives of the RiffRaff: Charmain Dekker-Frankfort

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Tanager's no different from any other little mountain town. If you stand from its highest point, the old unmanned fire tower that has long been taken over by the woods, you can see the Alleghenies way off in the distance. They stand tall and proud like the watchful guardians of us all, and sometimes I wonder if they see us with the eyes of fellow RiffRaff or the same critical eyes as the Others. Do those mountains see my garden, and if so, do they too see it as an “attractive nuisance?”

I catch a lot of hell for letting the neighborhood kids play in my garden. But it's the kind of garden that kids want to play in, and what kind of wicked witch would I be if I put up a fence and hollered at them? When I was a little girl, a garden like this would lead to hours of roaming and running, fairy hunting and tea-partying, and conversations with distinguished ladybugs and praying mantises. If I love to play in my garden, why shouldn't I let anyone else? It's the perfect garden for games of tag, for scrambling under rhododendrons and for climbing big old trees. To be so crotchety as to order these kids out would be an act of true cruelty that the world needs a lot less of.

The kids call me “Auntie Charmain.” Their parents call me “That Crazy Lady Down the Street.” It makes me laugh. I know real crazy ladies; they don't have tea parties with the neighborhood kids and give them fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. Crazy ladies hollered “Raaaaah!” right in their faces if they so much as looked at them and slammed a metal nightstick against the fence when they passed by. Crazy ladies sat on their front porch steps sharpening their knives, smiling menacingly at anybody who walked by. Kids avoided the hell out of crazy ladies. No child would call my across-the-street neighbor “Auntie Talia.”

Talia Santiago is the boogeyman of Tanager, six feet of rage and uninhibited impulses in the shape and form of a twenty-nine-year-old Portuguese woman. She hails all the way from Frankfort, and any explanation for why she came all the way to little Tanager is left up to local legend. The most common speculation, of course, is that she's on the run from the law. The more savvy of us—myself included—know that Talia's far too well-acquainted with the law to be running from it. The law is Talia's personal plaything that she has wrapped around her little finger. She used to be a cop. She claims to be “retired,” but we all know the truth. Various speculations on just what she had done to warrant her discharge were passed around like ghost stories. Either way, she knew the law just well enough to ensure that even her most brutal antics fell just within its lines. She had never once been to jail, and it's likely her police connections had something to do with that as well.

Talia loves anything and everything that causes pain to others. Knives are her favorite, and she has quite the collection, but she appreciates the effectiveness of a gun as well. She cemented our unusual friendship by leading me into a locked broom closet and showing me her “treasure,” a Glock 19X. “Ask me where I got it,” she said as she looked upon the cold steel like a loving mother looking upon her child.

“I don't think I want to,” I told her.

“Good,” she said, slamming the case shut, “because it's none of your damned business.” From then on, whenever I laid eyes on Talia I could not unsee that Glock. Even on the rare occasions when she did normal-people things, I knew she must have had that thing concealed somewhere on her person. I wish she had never decided she liked me enough to show it to me.

Our relationship with the Others was one of mutual confusion and annoyance. They have no idea why are the way we are, and that caused the unease that typically comes to people in the presence of the unknown. Talia was the only one we knew who actually hated the Others just for being Others. Their greatest transgression, in her eyes, was that they were Others, and it was a crime worthy of any amount of hostility. “They hate us,” she justified, “so they deserve any damn thing they get. I'm gonna keep on showing them what it means to fuck with us.” What she doesn't get is that a lack of understanding does not equal hate. She's just so full of her own hate that she attributes it all to them. It's the only way that she can understand why we have to be RiffRaff.

So while the neighborhood kids leave my garden with arms full of flowers and bellies full of brownies, Talia rips the wings off butterflies and chucks the bodies at their feet. While other towns have alleged ghosts and theorized haunts and haints, Tanager has Talia Santiago. She is disconcertingly real.

Talia's thirtieth birthday came around in the middle of June. She had a party, and I went because if I didn't, only James and Arthur would be there. Even Talia deserved to have everybody she considered a friend at her milestone birthday. Besides, it would give me the chance to bake a cake, which I loved to do but never got a chance to. It would be my gift—I knew better than to get her another weapon, which is what she wanted. I also knew that if I gave her flowers from my shop, I would later find their chopped-up remains strung along her front lawn.

I had expected to see James and Arthur and nobody else, so when I found Sophia and Elsie Bolshevik along with Ellia Rambeau, I nearly dropped the cake I was holding. Talia busted up laughing at my shock. “S'matter, Charmain,” she said in her signature knife-like tone, “you thought you were my only friend?”

“Well...” I fumbled around for the right thing to say. “I just..I didn't know you were close with Ellia and the sisters.” I set my cake down in the center of the table.

“She isn't,” Elsie said flatly, and then I was spooked. I had the eerie feeling that the girls had been forced to come here by some very sharp object, or worse.

“So...what are you doing here, then?” My god, it was probably the worst thing to say, and I saw Talia looking at me out of the corner of her eye. But I needed to reassure myself.

“We're here because it's her birthday,” Sophia told me, and then it all made sense. Sophia, one of the sweetest among the RiffRaff, couldn't stand the idea of anybody being snubbed on their thirtieth birthday, especially not a fellow RiffRaff. She'd come here out of a feeling of necessity, and brought her sister and her best friend with her. In that moment, I admired the hell out of Sophia for her bravery, as she was utterly terrified of both Talia and Arthur the rest of the time.

There was a shiny new motorcycle parked in the driveway, and Talia caught me eyeing it. “Present from Uncle Sal,” she said. “He had it sent all the way over from Frankfort.”

“It's lovely,” I said.

“You wanna take a ride?” “Thank you, but I'll pass.”

“I do!” Arthur jumped up out of his seat, spilling his poker cards everywhere.

“Sure ya do,” Talia said, and gestured for him to follow her. I was grateful for the opportunity to talk to Ellia and the sisters in peace while those two tore up the town. I didn't mind having James around; he never spoke, and he was totally harmless.

“I got a very important announcement when I get back,” Talia said, “so make sure they don't walk out on me, Charmain.”

“We'll be here,” I assured her. “Is it all right if I pour them some lemonade and iced tea?” There was wine, but Sophia didn't drink and I preferred not to most of the time.

“Pour 'em whatever you want,” Talia said with a shrug. “Cut your arm and offer 'em your blood for all I care.”

When Talia returned, and after she had taken James around for a ride, she said, “I'll be going back to Frankfort.”

“You're moving?” I was surprised at just how upsetting the news was to me. As bad as she was, I couldn't imagine life in Tanager without Talia. She was one of the only things that set us apart from every other mountain-rimmed little Southern town.

But she said, “Hell no, I'm not moving. I'm just going over there to catch up with my family. I ain't seen 'em in a good, long while, and my brothers wanna see me now that I've turned thirty and all.” Talia had one older brother and three younger. She was the only girl.

“I'll take good care of your bike while you're out,” Arthur said.

“It'll be the last thing you do,” Talia assured him.

“Well, now.” I didn't quite know what to say. Things would certainly be different around here without Talia. “I hope you have a nice time,” I said finally. “Give my regards to your brothers, and if you need anybody to watch the house, I'll...”

“You ain't watching the house,” Talia said, “you're coming with me.”

“Pardon?” I'd have been less stunned if she told me we were going to Mars.

“Do I fucking stutter?” Talia asked. “I said your ass is coming with me. And so are the rest of you ladies.”

Sophia visibly paled. “Me too?” she squeaked. The poor thing looked like she was going to faint.

“Just the girls?” Arthur asked, only a little disappointed.

Talia nodded. “This is gonna be a girl thing. We don't need your dicks flopping around everywhere.”

The guys were unbothered; with Talia gone, Arthur would have to take her place as the local boogeyman.

“But why do you want us?” I asked. “I mean...don't you want a private affair with your family?”

“Hell no,” Talia said. Then, “To be honest, Charmain, I've been planning to bring you round my homeland for a long time now. Sweet little country girls like you need at least a certain amount of exposure to the city. Besides, my bros want to meet you. I told 'em about you, and they're shocked to death that I have a friend like you at all.”

I, too, was shocked to death that Talia had a friend like me at all. But it made me more than a little uneasy to know she had told her brothers about me; who else had she told about me? Nobody knew what Talia did for herself after her discharge from the force, but a network of shady connections was the stuff of rumor. Pushing my discomfort aside, I simply said, “I see.”

“So why do you want us too?” Ellia asked.

“Same reason,” Talia said, playing with the cake-cutting knife.

“You told your brothers about us?” Sophia asked.

“No,” she said, “but they're gonna learn.” She ran the knife over her fingertips a few times, and her smile was as cryptic as what she had just said. She stood up and sank the knife into my double-layer red velvet cake (the color of blood, in honor of the birthday girl), taking off the H in “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TALIA.”

“And you're gonna learn,” she went on, “that this shithole town is nothing like the real world.” She served the first slice of cake to me instead of to herself.

The more I thought about it, the better two weeks in Frankfort sounded. I had been a country girl all of my life and had never been to any city larger than Stonesville, which was more of a gentrified suburb than a true city. My best friend Anna had been to Washington a few times, but when she returned she was never in much of a hurry to go back again. Either you embraced urban life, or you stayed right here in the country among the trees, dirt roads, and the birds for which Tanager was named.

Here in Tanager, I was one of the town misfits, the “RiffRaff.” The neighbors didn't trust a woman who spent so much time with the neighborhood kids, nor did they trust one who still romped about in gardens and made little houses for fairies. Some older ladies caught me talking to Prince, one of my tallest hydrangeas, and muttered that I may not be “all right in the head.” The poor kids who were warned against visiting “Auntie Charmain” would stand on the other side of the street and watch with longing as the other kids hopped on my stepping stones and scrambled in and out of my pink rhododendrons. It made me terribly sad, both because I could see how much they wanted to come over and play and because they were made to see me as something that I'm not.

Then there were the ones who cared more about my hooked nose and my slight harelip than they did about my garden. They called me a witch and told stories about hexes and potions and children baked into cookies and pies. “If you go in there,” I heard a boy of about twelve say to his younger siblings, “she'll put you in her oven, and bake you into brownies. That stuff she feeds to the kids is made out of other kids who got lost in there.”

“Hey, kiddo,” I told him, “telling lies to scare your siblings is a very mean thing to do.” But they took off down the road, screaming the whole way, and it almost made me cry. I only hoped that one of my regular visitors would set them straight later on--”She's not a witch, she's Auntie Charmain!”

Thinking all this over cemented my decision to go to Frankfort. Would I be RiffRaff there too? Or would I transform into someone completely different when I took my first step into that capital city, like Cinderella when she stepped out of the carriage that had once been a pumpkin?

In the end, we all decided to go to Frankfort—Sophia, Elsie, Ellia, and me. “It'll be new,” Elsie told me. “Talia's right, country girls should see the city at least once in their lives.” I was incredibly grateful that I wouldn't have to be alone with Talia in a strange city, and so with all of that said and done, we prepared to leave for Frankfort on the 15th of June. We'd be riding in Talia's Subaru the whole way there.

I trusted Anna with the care of the house and garden. “Remember,” I told her as I was giving her the keys, “if any of the kids want to come by and play, go ahead and let them.” I doubted the kids would show up without me there, but it never hurt to give a heads-up. Anna did not object to allowing them in. Melinda Andrews, who had just graduated high school and had yet to find a job, was willing to cover my position at the flower shop for the next two weeks.

The day before we left, Talia went down to the park and stood up on the ledge of the central fountain. The security guards eyed her with distaste, but as she wasn't standing in the fountain, they had nothing to say. “So long, ya bastards!” Talia hollered at the top of her lungs. “I'm outta here!”

Nobody paid her any mind. It was just Talia being Talia.