Neuro submission transmitter 5 - Sex Stories

Neuro submission transmitter 5

... a beat as I realize that mine and mom's stuff is all in one bedroom. Maggie's hanging on my arm, continuing her story. "He liked really kinky things." She whispers, teasingly, while pushing her tits into my arm. "Nothing he would ever put on a video, though." "What kind of things?" I ask, hoping to keep her distracted enough that she won't notice the sl**ping arrangements. I retrieve the transmitter from my overnight bag and lead Maggie back into the hallway. "He liked me to fuck him in the ass." She says, staring into my eyes for a reaction. My face must have registered complete shock because she laughs uproariously. "Oh yeah, conservative Uncle Harry." She laughs. "Loved it when I'd use a strap-on dildo. He used to cum like a fountain while I pumped in and out of his asshole." "Uh... how do we charge the transmitter, Maggie?" I ask, not knowing what else to say to her. "Come with me." She says, excitedly, dragging me by the arm into Uncle Harry's study. "Let me have it." She says, reaching for the transmitter. Sliding it open, like she's done it a hundred times, she bends down and inserts it, bottom first, into a tiny nook on the underside of Uncle Harry's desk. I kneel down and see what, at first glance, looks like decorative wood, but is actually a docking station for the transmitter. "Awesome!" I exclaim. Now I'll be able to take care of dad. "How long does it take?" I ask. "I'm not sure." She answers, running her hands through my hair while I'm still kneeling on the ...

... floor. "I don't think Harry ever ran it all the way down before." She steps closer, tucking the back of my head into the crotch of her shorts, massaging my scalp with her hands. "It's not really fair, you know." She says, in an exaggerated pouty voice. "What's not fair, Maggie?" I ask, standing up and turning towards her. I assume she means that I have the transmitter and not her. "It's not fair that you've seen video of me completely naked... not to mention, in very compromising positions. My own daughter has seen you, completely naked in uninhibited, adventurous ways. Isn't that what you said?" She asks, rhetorically, as she wraps her arms around my waist and looks up at me with a big smile on her face. "But I've never seen you naked." She says, brushing her body up and down against the bulge in my pants. "Do you think that's fair, Nick." She asks, again using her little girl, pouty voice, as she unbuttons my shirt. I don't answer. I just slide my hands around her waist and cup her ass cheeks, drawing her to me. "Have you ever fucked a mother and her daughter, Nick?" She whispers in my ear as she peels my shirt off my shoulders. "Um... um..." I'm stuttering, startled by the question, thinking about mom and Susan. "Oh Christ, you have the transmitter." She says, amazement in her voice and on her face. "You could do whoever you want, whenever you want, can't you." "Um... pretty much." I answer. "But I don't just use it for sex." I add, maybe a little too defensively." "What else ...