A Very Big Mistake

Then she got evil. "You remember what Jake said, right?" She said. I nodded as I sucked and she reached inside my pants. My body language must have communicated my fear to her. "I'll stop when you make me climax. If you are fast, you'll be safe. If you aren't you'll probably hear from Jake."

Oh god, my cock and balls were on fire. I began to gobble at her clit and worked her nipples with one hand. I used my other hand to work on her pussy, jacking it as fast as I could, desperately trying to ignore her soft warm hand cradling my cock and her incredible scent in my nose and the taste of her filling me... I was just about to rip her hand out of my slacks when she began to shiver. I increased my assault and felt her hips begin to jerk and her hips rise up, jamming her thick clit deeper into my mouth.

She came with a scream, something squirting from her clit, something warm and tasty that I sucked at trying to get more of. She had taken her hand out of my pants as she came, but I still came in thick bursts and had to leave before she could smell it.

When I returned to her bed, she was laying there, looking so gorgeous, so angelic sprawled with her cornsilk hair spread across the blanket. God I wanted to fuck her so much, and I was so in love with her. She looked like jailbait, like she could not be more than about eighteen or so, and the smell in the room was heady. I approached the bed and she murmured that she was tired and just wanted to sleep. Without another thought I went to my own bed on the den couch. My dreams were filled with wild, abandoned sex with young women, tinged with a sense of absolute danger.

On Friday, Helen told me that we were having the kids over on Saturday. I tried to talk sense to her- she had her appointments on Saturday and what would we tell the kids anyway? She insisted, and my will to debate collapsed.

Day 29, Saturday: Loose ends.

Mr. Diamond showed up with his bodyguards and the doctor at 1pm sharp. They spent quite some time with Helen, and it sounded like... no, I can't even let my mind go that direction. They were quite noisy nonetheless. The kids started to show up about 4pm, and one by one, the doctor sprayed my two daughters and son in the face with something and led them to the bedroom. Lacking any real instructions, I started the lasagne for supper.

Supper was weird. All three kids treated the young-looking woman as if she was still my wife and their mom, but their relationship was very different. The four of them seemed very touchy-feely towards one another and their language was much 'looser' than before.

"So, Jim, how's that girlfriend of yours?" Helen asked as she served him some salad.

"She's OK. I wish we had more sex, but at least she likes giving me blowjobs."

I jerked upright in my chair. What the hell?

"Blowjobs are OK" Jackie, the oldest daughter, said. "But I prefer good hard sex."

"You are so lucky your boyfriend is so hung. Joe's cock isn't much. I mean, it is nice to suck on, but it really does not fill me much" Tiffany, the youngest, spoke up.

It went downhill from there. Jim had to go home early 'to bang his chick', but by the time I was starting dishes, the three girls were necking heatedly. "Helen, I love your skin! It feels so smooth." Jackie was stroking her shoulders as Helen and Tiffany were kissing. By the time I was done with dishes, the three were in the bedroom with the door closed. When I knocked, I was told by three voices to come back later... "Much later." Tiffany moaned.

I retreated to my den, knowing very well it was a cowardly retreat, and sat and jacked off, over and over. I could hear them easily- giggling, moaning, whispering... I swear I heard my name a couple times accompanied by giggles and all I could do was to whack some more.

I made breakfast for the exhausted trio in the morning. Helen glowed, as if she fed on the sex. Jackie and Tiff looked happy but wiped. Helen packed away the calories as she had since this whole thing started. The conversations were blatantly sexual- something really happened to them when the doctor was here yesterday.

"You lick pussy so well, Jackie. Have you done that before?" Helen said. Jackie said she had never thought about such a thing, but there was just something about Helen. Tiffany nodded. The two girls tittered about Helen's magical clit. It was worse than listening to a group of horny teen guys. The three snickered over the sausages and touched each other all of the time. I noticed that at one point Tiffany was not quite joining in, but rocking gently- then I saw that both Helen and Jackie had their hands in her lap.

When Tiffany bared her small breasts to Helen's plump lips, I had to leave the room. Helen looked younger than Tiffany- was it even incest anymore? It was certainly girl-on-girl sex, but did she even think about her as a daughter? None of them had used terms like mother or daughter since they came over.

The girls eventually left and Helen went out back to sunbathe in our private back yard. Nude. She asked me to rub lotion on her and I had to jack off again before I went outside. It was sheer torture, touching her incredible body, sliding my hands on her smooth skin, feeling her heat rise against me. I felt her powerful muscles move and glide as I rubbed her arms and legs. I felt her perfect bubble butt firmly under my hands. My cock was rising as I slid along her sides and ribs and she turned over.

Oh god, she turned over. Her face, her tits, her pussy... I was actually trembling as I rubbed the lotion oh... so... carefully into each inch of her perfection. My hands got closer and closer to her cunt and I watched as her clit grew and grew. My own penis was getting hard again. I switched to her arms to buy time and let myself soften. It did not work as I got closer to her breasts, nipples proud and hard. "Troubles there, Johnny?" She smirked. "I think it is so sexy that you can't control yourself around me That just touching me like this makes you hard. You do like touching me, don't you? Maybe when we are done you can scrub me in the shower. Would you like that?"

"Look at you. I bet I could make you cum by just asking you nicely, couldn't I? All I'd have to do is ask. Johnny, come for me, please." She smelled so good... her voice and scent were in my brain. I was shivering, then- sweet release, Oh god it felt so good! I just jerked and jerked and... and... oh my god... it was soaking through my shorts and I was starting to smell the bleachy scent. Mr. Diamond's threat tore through my mind and I stumbled in my feeble efforts to get out of there, chased by her laughter.

Day 32, Wednesday: Who is this woman?

Helen was walking around the house nude, absolutely comfortable in her own skin, although it intimidated the hell out of me. The kids came over all of the time and spent a lot of time in the bedrooms, living room, and backyard together. Helen had me move the weight bench and most of the weights to the yard where she delighted in working out in the sun, where she would orchestrate wild orgies with other women.

Yeah, other people. She has been adding other people to her sexual web one by one when I was at work. It crushed me when I discovered it, but several neighbors, some of her co-workers- fuck, even some of MY coworkers were fucking her regularly, but now they were doing it in front of me, the ultimate cuckold.

At all times of the night, some of the hottest women around would come traipsing through my den to use my bathroom because hers was full. One time, a couple of them teased me mercilessly, acting like they were going to fuck me, but just getting me all worked up then laughing at my cock.

Jake made the horror even more surreal by leaving me text notes- homey little comments like needing more milk or trash day. Every time I thought about doing something to regain some control, I would find a little note.

Fuck. My wife was a hot, young, sexy creature that lived in my house and she was apparently a hard-core lesbian.

Day 36: Saturday: Breasts.

When Saturday rolled around, I was almost glad to see her leave. At least I could take a long shower and pretend to be normal for several hours. Unfortunately, this was not an overnight visit but it still got me some relief.

That evening she came home with wide bandage around her chest, wearing a micro-mini and high heels, looking like an advertisement for raw sex. She tossed me the newest instructions and went to her room. When she joined me for supper, her bandage had been replaced with a light tank top. I just stared for a long moment- her nipples were huge! They had been perky and eraser-like, now they looked like fingertips poking out.

I found myself touching them. She gasped, so I started to rub them, and she came. She smelled so good when she came that I settled down behind her and just played with her nipples, making cum continuously. It felt so good to make her feel so good. I actually had some power, and was milking it for all it was worth. Oh, god- it felt so good. Her big nipples... I pulled her top off and started to suckle on one teat, then the other, feeling them getting bigger and bigger in my mouth.

Her moaning was music in my ears and it just got better and better. She was laying on the table, legs wide open, big clit pushing against the thin skirt, rubbing herself as I mauled her nipples and smallish breasts. Everything was going my way until her elbow hit my crotch and reminded me.

My cock was hard, and getting harder, and she remembered it. She cruelly leaned over and put her mouth on my pants, lips solidly along my shaft. Damn! I had to leave. The little power I had was broken and by the time I was done, she was in her bedroom.

Monday afternoon- she was showing off her new B-cup boobies by strolling around nude again. A neighbor expressed her appreciation for them as she slipped out of the house.

By Wednesday, they were C's and she was wearing slinky things that made her even sexier than nudity did. Her nipples were getting ridiculous and she enjoyed tweaking them to show them off to me. She had her nipple-driven orgasms under control now, and relished teasing me. Her chest perfectly balanced out her bottom as she learned how to wiggle them both in sync.

Thursday morning started with Helen and a neighbor entwined on the living room floor. They started slow, kissing and wrapped around each other, panting softly.. Clothes were shed and they were giggling as they touched and kissed each other. I stood riveted as Helen dominated the other woman, holding her head between her legs as the other woman licked and finger-fucked her.

When I stepped behind the other woman, Helen gave me a sly wink, so I started to rub her bottom. She moaned and drove her face deeper between Helen's legs. I began to lick at her sopping pussy and she moaned, making Helen moan in turn. I was massaging the neighbor's breasts as I sucked her dripping pussy.

Helen's clit rose up and the other woman shifted her position to drive the clit deep into her cunt. Helen had taken what little pleasure I was getting from this and stolen it way without breaking a sweat. I slunk away again to whack off again before dragging myself off to work again. I felt like all of my coworkers knew about Helen and were laughing at me.

By Friday, day 42, she was sporting breasts so big they showed from the back, but that were so well-made that they hardly sagged at all. Her new custom-made, pre-delivered bras and tops said 'E' and she abso-fucking-lutely loved massaging them. Especially in front of him. Even more especially when she was being worshiped vaginally by one of her long list of lovers.

Day 43, Saturday: Is there anything left to do?

1pm, Saturday afternoon. Jake and the doctor come to the house, take Helen to the bedroom and come right back out.

"Helen is sound asleep, John. The good doctor here tells me that most of the procedures have gone well. We turned a rather plain slightly older woman into a young sexual dynamo in just under a month and a half. The costs of the transformation were remarkably low, which means it should provide a very high profit and now it is time for the last experiment."

"Please, Mr. Diamond, what else is there to do? This woman is not my Helen. Living with this woman is sheer torture for me. I've lost my kids, the neighborhood has become some sort of bizarre lesbian circle, and even my job has lost all interest to me. Please, no more."

Jake Diamond just smiled at John and nodded at the doctor, who entered the bedroom and came out several minutes later. "She is resting comfortably right now with some headphones on. Take them off between 7 and 7:30pm and let her rest until morning. There is a box of things in the other room she will need when she wakes up. There is a note about a website we will expect you to log into." The doctor left, followed by a grinning Jake Diamond.

When I shut off the tape player and remove the headphones, I do not see any changes, but time would tell.

The next morning, Helen was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal. Oddly, she was dressed in normal clothes- jeans, sandals, a tank top and even a bra. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and if it weren't for her deep cleavage, she would look like a classic 'girl next door' listening to an iPod as she ate. "Helen, are you OK?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I am. Thanks for asking Mr. Jones." Mr. Jones? What the hell?

"So, what do you have going on today?" I asked, trying to fish for information.

"Nothing special. Some grocery shopping, some cleaning. If it is OK with you, I'll work on the upstairs today, Mr, Jones. Will chicken be OK for supper? I'll get it going before I take my half-day off."

Confused, I went to the website I was told about and ran into a video from the doctor. "Mr. Jones. In this phase, we are going to experiment with various personality overlays. Today's is a live-in maid. Don't get any ideas- she is not some sort of sexy maid, just hired help. Use the survey on the screen to get some basic information from her and enjoy your day. Before you go to bed, log in again and record your experiences. We will repeat this process for several days. Good luck and thank you."

Returning to the kitchen with his laptop, he sat down and asked if she would help him with an on-line survey from her agency. She agreed so he got started.

"Name?" "Helen Smith" Hmmm, her maiden name. "Age and birthdate?" "Nineteen. April 23rd, 1991." Her birthday, but a different year. "Job title?" "Live-in domestic aid" "How long have you had this job?" "Just over three months now, sir." "What sorts of things did you do yesterday?" "Uh, yesterday I cleaned the bathrooms, did some yardwork, vacuumed, made your lunch and supper... dishes and laundry."

This went on for a bit longer, but she seemed to firmly believe that she was a college student during the week and my live-in maid on the evenings and weekends, with Mondays, Tuesdays, and half-Sundays off. She believed me to be a single dad with three grown children. She was looking forward to going to a movie and doing some studying at the library tonight. From what I could tell, she thought of herself as pretty, but not too much so- which totally blew me away since a glance in a mirror would tell her otherwise.

The day went incredibly normally. I got caught up on work stuff and even took a nap. I worked out in the gym and took a long, luxurious shower. It was amazing how much stress I had been under, and it just fell off me in waves. Lunch and the chicken dinner were great and the report at the end of the day only took a few minutes. That night, finally, I slept like a baby.

Monday morning, Helen was nowhere to be found, but she was on her day off if she still thought she was my maid. The website told me to prepare to meet her about 6pm. Work went pretty well. I had a big back-log of things I had been letting slide and tackled them with renewed enthusiasm.

At 6pm, there was a knocking at the door. When I opened the door and saw a beautiful young woman in a well-fitted black dress and heels, cornsilk hair worn up. "Mr. Jones? I'm your companion for the night, Helen Smith. Pleased to meet you." I welcomed her in to have a seat and asked if it would be OK if I asked her some questions from her agency's QA website.

Her name and birthdate were the same, and she was still a college student by day. Now she thought she worked for the top escort service in the city and I had hired her for the night. No sex ('but I am certainly free to kiss and touch you appropriately, especially to express appreciation as for gifts.') Apparently, we were heading to the opening of a big-name play opening tonight and even had tickets to a gathering afterwords. The tickets were mysteriously in the den, pinned on the bulletin board.

It was one of the best nights of my life. The play was OK, but most of my attention was on her soft hand resting on mine most of the night. She kissed me when I got her the corsage, and again when we stopped by the jewelery store for a nice pearl necklace to set off her black dress. Dinner, the play and the party after the play were nice but they were gravy to spending time with this charming and witty woman and her twinkling eyes.

She joined me for a nightcap in the house, and afterwards, she excused herself to use the restroom. I was somehow unsurprised when she locked herself into the bedroom for the night. Log in, report, toilet, bed, blissful sleep.

Every day, it was someone different. The day she was a dominatrix was kind of scary, but it was only for a day so not bad. She was my own daughter for a day, a friend of my youngest who was crashing for a day, and a lesbian porn star wannabe for a really, really interesting day (with some neighbors as co-stars and lots of encouragement to tape them. Friday saw her as a sex addict that was both desperate for and violently allergic to my sperm. That was a really strange day.

Day 50, Saturday: Rock bottom.

Saturday dawned with Helen back to herself- or herself from last Saturday morning. I saw with fresh eyes how much she was disgusted by me, and it hurt and angered me. I had pretty much decided to kick her out when this was all over... but then she was wandering around naked again, smelling so good, working out, filling me with her smell, her huge breasts and incredible beauty filling my eyes. She was having sex with someone within an hour of waking up and doing her best to rub it in and make me all horny and screwed up again. She was the boss, I was the household help and that is how I wanted it... wasn't it?

After serving her and her lover lunch, I was in my room and thinking about ways to end it all. Divorce, running away, suicide, whatever way I could get out. At 1:00, there was a knock at the door again.

Jake Diamond entered the house alone. He looked at Helen and she quietly sat down. I sat across the room from both of them.

"Mr. Jones, I consider the debt pretty much paid off except for a few odds and ends. I am uncomfortable leaving her like this. I've been thinking about just taking her from you to use in one of my clubs. You have certainly seen that it would be almost ridiculously easy to program her to fulfill that or any role I see fit. She could dance for me, or turn tricks for me. Hell, I could make bundles of money just selling her videos on-line.

"But, I have another plan."

Day 60, Tuesday: The ordeal comes to an end.

"Honey, would you help me with a survey?" I called out from the den.

Helen swept into the room. "Sure. What's it about?"

"Just an internet thing I found that looked interesting. Ready?"