Fantasy Inc. Ch. 03
Date: 21.04.2009Keywords: Fantasy, Ch., Inc., 03,
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Colleen was washing the dishes when her sons Denis and David came into the kitchen, and was almost finished.
"Hey mom, have you seen this ad?" said Denis, as he placed the local paper onto the worktop.
Colleen glanced over and spotted the Fantasy Inc logo, remembering that she'd intended to read that later.
"No, what's it about?" she lied, not wanting her son's to know that she was seeking a bit of escapism for herself.
"It's all about fulfilling your fantasies, and David and I were thinking of checking it out," replied Denis.
"I wouldn't waste your money if I were you, it's probably a scam anyway," said Colleen, knowing that if they took it further it might interfere with her own plans.
"Yeah, perhaps you're right. Anyway, David and I are going into town, do you want anything while we're there?"
"No thanks son, just be careful out there ok?" replied Colleen with a smile.
Colleen was thirty-eight years of age, and although she wouldn't admit it she was lonely. In fact she was so lonely that she'd even fantasized about her own twin sons, as her husband had died several years earlier from a car accident. She'd been a young mother, having had her twin sons at the age of nineteen but she still had the looks and the figure. She kept in shape by going to the local gym at least once or twice a week, and looked quite stunning for her age.
She'd always had a slender build, and was rightly proud of her large and perfectly formed breasts. Until recently she thought she was happy, and it wasn't until her son David was caught spying on her getting undressed that she realised how much she missed the touch of a man. The funny thing was, David hadn't known he'd been caught and that's what had excited Colleen so.
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She'd gone to bed early that night, and hadn't quite closed the bedroom door. When she'd removed her cardigan, she spotted a movement in the freestanding mirror that stood before her. It was David peeking through the crack of the door, and for whatever reason this turned Colleen on. In the space of ten seconds she'd decided to give him a show, and not let on that he'd been spotted. It felt wrong but at the same time it excited her to know that she was turning someone on, even if that someone was her son.
The first thing she did was turn to face the bed, and placed one leg up onto it in order to remove a stocking. She deliberately removed it slowly, and felt a tingling sensation running down her thigh as she did so. After doing the same with the other one, she then almost faced the bedroom door but not quite. After all she didn't want to frighten him off, and then she started to unbutton her blouse. Although by the time she reached the last button, a little guilt was catching up on her. She hesitated for a moment, trying to justify what she was doing. The fact is though; this was turning her on far more than she would admit. In fact she could feel the dampness in her panties, and this is what made her go that little bit further.
Slowly she pulled the blouse off revealing a skimpy white bra, which held a gorgeous pair of breasts. At this point she could hear a sort of clicking noise, and with a shock of remorse she suddenly realised what it was. Her son was masturbating to the show in front of him, mere feet away. He obviously didn't know that he could be heard, and Colleen tried to picture his cock gliding through his hand.
Her mind was a mass of conflicting messages now. On the one hand this was really turning her on, but on the other she was doing something that had been taboo for all time. The thought of taking off her bra was just too great, and besides (she reasoned) it's not as if we're in physical contact. Having made the decision in that instant, she reached around to the back, pausing slightly for effect, and unclipped her bra. The sudden release made her breasts bounce slightly forward, and jiggle it that delightful way that only breasts can.
She knew now that her son could see her semi naked, and that it must be making him crazy with lust. She also knew that if she even touched her pussy lips now she'd explode with an orgasm, her panties were so wet and the thought of going all the way made it even worse. After unzipping her skirt and allowing it to fall to the floor, she sat on the edge of the bed. She only wore her panties and garter belt now, and wondered how to proceed.
Then she had an idea, there was a chair facing the door in her room and it would be a perfect spot for anyone watching. She stood up and removed the garter belt and then she crossed the room and rummaged in the bottom draw for something. When she returned to the chair, she could still hear that familiar sound, of a man pleasuring himself and knew that her son was still there.
She'd gone too far now, and the thought of stopping never even crossed her mind. Slipping the panties off and discarding them, she then spread her legs knowing full well that her son could see her neatly shaved pussy in all its glory. It was at that moment that she noticed something white hitting the carpet just inside the room, and knew that her son had cum his load. She also knew that he wouldn't hang around now, he'd want to clean up. Sure enough as she went to the door she heard the bathroom door locking, and upon looking at the floor and door she witnessed a couple of sperm spots. She cleaned them up before getting into bed, and had the most wonderful orgasm from thinking about what just happened.
***
Colleen looked over at the paper after thinking about that event, and started to read the ad. All your fantasies come true, satisfaction guaranteed or your money back, it read. With the thought of what had happened with her son, and how she'd behaved she felt it was time to have a little fantasy in her life and so after clearing up in the sitting room she was off.
The office was in a well-known street in town, so she had no trouble finding it. Upon entering the establishment, she found herself to be the only one there except for the receptionist.
"Hello Madame, how can we be of assistance?" she said, as Colleen approached the desk.
"Um...could you tell me how this all works, I'm new to this kind of thing," replied Colleen, a little nervously.
"Well normally a customer would have a fantasy in mind, and would ask us if it was possible to achieve. I might just add that so far our record is pretty good on producing the desired results. If you already know what it is that you want, you merely have to tell us, and we'll see what we can do," replied the receptionist, as she grabbed a pen and opened her note pad up. "Could I take your name?"
"Um...Colleen Winters."
"Right Miss Winters, I'm assuming it is Miss?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"Right, well you're in luck as there is only one client being seen at the moment, so if you'd like to take a seat you'll be next."
Colleen sat down, feeling very nervous all of a sudden. She'd realised that at some point she'd have to reveal what her fantasy was and it wasn't something she felt comfortable talking about, especially to total strangers. In fact she became so nervous that she was on the verge of leaving when the inner office door opened, and a young man could be seen shaking the hand of a client and saying goodbye.
"Ok Colleen, you can go in now," said the receptionist.
Colleen stood up heading towards the office, and feeling edgy. Upon knocking on the door, she heard a muffled voice say 'come in.' When she entered the same man she'd seen a moment ago, ushered her to a chair and asked if she would like a drink. Colleen said no, and sat back in the chair.
"Now Miss Winter's, or can I call you Colleen?"
"Yes that's fine."
"So what can we do for you, have you a fantasy in mind or would you rather see what we have to offer?" he said, handing her a glossy brochure.
"Um...I do have a fantasy, but...well...I don't know...
"Ok Colleen, let me interrupt you there. As an organisation we recognise the need for privacy, so let me assure you that anything you say to me is kept in the strictest confidence and that no part of any fantasy you have will ever be divulged to anyone outside these walls. Even if we can't deliver, which I must just add hasn't as yet happened to me in the eighteen months that I've been with the company. So please, take your time and tell me what it is you fantasise about. For my part I will not be judgemental, and let me assure you further I've heard some pretty outrageous fantasies. All of which were fulfilled, with the clients blessing."
Colleen somehow felt a little more confident after that speech and decided, at worst they'd refuse and at best they'd be able to help. So she opened up and told him exactly what she wanted.
"A while ago, I caught one of my sons spying on me as I got undressed for bed. Now this event really excited me, and I know it shouldn't have, but it did. Now all I ever fantasise about is both my sons watching me do other things, but as this event was totally unexpected I didn't know how to achieve it," she said, not quite believing she'd said it.
"Well, first of all Colleen, as a fantasy this is pretty mild. So you can stop feeling embarrassed about, and secondly your fantasy is not only doable but I personally guarantee it will be achieved within the next three weeks. All I need from you is $250 and a signature authorising us to help towards this goal."
Colleen couldn't believe it would be this easy, but if her fantasy could come true she wanted to risk it. So she reached for her purse, and before she knew it she'd paid the man and was leaving the premises. The only other thing she was told before leaving was that when she received a letter through the post, with Fantasy Inc's trademark clearly stamped at the top, she was to follow the instructions to the letter.
Colleen did some shopping after that before returning home, feeling quite excited about the coming weeks.
Two weeks later she heard the postman at the door, and upon opening it found she had to sign for a small package.
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Keywords: Fantasy, Ch., Inc., 03,