How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twelve

Behavior modification is the process of withholding rewards, until the subject displays appropriate behavior. You do good, you get a treat. You don't do good, you don't get a treat. That's basically what my mother and Randi did to me.

The exception was my birthday, which was the next day. My mother got up at five in the morning and came into my room. She woke me up by sucking on my dick. She didn't control me the way Randi had. I think that's because, now that she'd decided to keep doing this thing, she was fired up enough that she was able to cum twice before I lost it. She let me cum in her that morning, and didn't say a word, except "Happy birthday, baby," as I grunted and strained to get as deeply in her as I possibly could, while I spewed.

After that, though, things changed. If I didn't warn them I was about to cum, I didn't get to put it in a warm pussy for days. They kept me soft, but it was with their mouths. They taunted me, showing me their pussies, sliding a finger in, saying I could be there, if I was a good boy. Then they milked my prick and sucked me dry.

Tabby might have been curious, and horny, but she wasn't impatient. She continued to come see me at nights, to give me good night kisses. She delighted in showing me her breasts. Mom and Randi, though, were doing a good job of keeping me limp. I still had a bulge, and if I arranged it carefully, it looked halfway stiff.

At least to a fifteen-year-old girl.

What interferes with behavior modification, is if behavior is rewarded in different ways by different people.

My mother and big sister had devised a plan to control my libido, or at least teach me how to control it. Their problem was that they didn't bring the rest of the Turner women in on it. That's understandable. They had no clue about Christy, and I didn't tell them. They were quite sure that, should other family members find out about our strange little practices, they'd be horrified, and the family would probably fragment.

There is research out there about incest, which suggests that 80% of all women find the body odor of their sons, fathers and brothers to be distasteful. It is hypothesized that this is a natural development, to discourage incest. The finding is the same for the way men react to the smell of their mothers, daughters and sisters. This is all based on the odor when the people involved are pubescent, and no chemicals, deodorants or other foreign scents (perfumes) are employed. This research relies heavily on the theory that, genetically, close family members are just naturally not attracted to each other, sexually.

They don't say anything about the other 20% of the study participants ... the ones who did not find the odors of their close relatives to be offensive. That may be because of genetics too. That doesn't mean that, genetically speaking, 20% of all pubescent women are attracted to their brother, son, nephew, or grandson. There's no research to prove that, of course. Even if the odor didn't bother them, that wouldn't mean that women in the same family would be sexually attracted to the men.

But it's possible. Think about that. It's possible that in any given group of ten women, two of them might not be repelled by the thought of having sex with a male who is also a close relative. Of course it't not probable. But it is possible.

There's even anecdotal evidence to support it. That would be ... in part ... Me.

At the next Friday night confab, which was four days after the kits arrived, I found out that their arrival had been kept secret. I learned that when Mom, Randi and Tabby proudly displayed their casts, and three other women expressed displeasure ... with me, of course ... for not telling them the kits had arrived.

They all wanted theirs done next.

Grandma finally pulled rank. She asked a lot of questions, which was pretty shrewd of her, in my opinion. She made me explain the whole process. She hadn't read anything at the website with the rest of the women, because she said she was too old to "mess with computers".

When she was looking at my mother's cast, which was on her lap. Her hand went inside it, to feel the part that would hold a pencil, on the real woman.

"If you fill this up with plaster, how are you going to get the hardened plaster out of it?" she asked. "I can see how you got her breast out of it, but a plaster breast won't bend and move, like hers had to."

Danny took the cast. He put his hand over one of the breasts, in the process of holding it, and peered inside.

"She's right," he said. "Once the plaster hardens, you'll never get this off of it without destroying it."

My mother was looking at his hand, on the facsimile of her right breast. Her cheeks were pink. Her libido had not only been awakened, but had been allowed to run free, two or three times a day, for the last three days.

"The actual bust is what's needed for the project," said my mother. "Not the cast. If it has to be broken to get it off, then I guess it has to be broken."

Danny fondled the breast in his hand. "That's just criminal, to destroy something this beautiful."

My mother got much pinker, and Aunt Christy slapped Danny.

"Quit flirting with my mother," she said. "She isn't even on the schedule yet."

I think she was trying to make a joke.

My mother blurted: "You mean someone else is?!" She looked around.

Aunt Vanessa did an astounding job of inspecting her cuticles, like she was bored.

"Don't be silly," giggled Christy. "I was joking!"

I half expected my mother to say "So I am on the schedule?" but she didn't.

Grandma Mona took the cast away from Danny. "I sag more than Lonnie," she said, pragmatically. "It may be more difficult to do mine, and take longer to get off. I'm not going to try to rush it. Pat? Why don't you come over to my house tomorrow, so we can take our time."

"Okay," I said, automatically.

Aunt Vanessa leaned forward. "That would leave tonight ... open."

"I'm next!" said Grandma immediately. "Age, before beauty." She looked at Vanessa. "Besides ... give the poor boy a break. He's already done three of them this week. He's probably a wreck."

That got some stares. My big sister and my mother seemed to get particularly impatient to get some eats distributed, and left the room.

We watched a movie that night. Tabby wore her thong again, and lay on the floor on her stomach, in front of the TV. My mother was so distracted that she didn't notice. At least not at first. I did. So did Uncle Danny.

Pretty soon, my mother, who was looking at Danny a lot, saw where his eyes were, and went there too. She got up, slapped Tabby on her bare butt, and told her to go get into some decent panties.

Nobody seemed to notice the irony of that.

By the time they left, I had three appointments, at three different houses, to make the rest of my casts.

When I got to Grandma's house the next day, she handed me a long, rectangular package. Guitar Hero II was in it.

"For your birthday," she said. "I forgot to bring it with me last night."

"Thanks!" I was excited. I'd been wanting the game for ages.

"How naked do you want me?" she asked.

I must have looked guilty or something. I was also tongue tied, and she went on.

"Well, looking at those things, and finding out what's involved, I know you had to run your strong young hands all over their breasts," she said. "I'm not so old that I forgot what just taking my picture did to you either." She looked at me carefully. "How naked did they get?"

"I can't tell you that," I gasped.

"Those are my daughter and granddaughters," she said firmly. "I know something happened. I know my own daughter, and she hasn't been that relaxed, and jumpy all at the same time, in years."

She took the kit from me, and opened it up, peering inside.

"And Tabitha ... when she showed her bare butt to the whole wide world, like it was nothing at all, I knew something was up then too."

"I didn't do anything to Tabby!" I blurted. "Honest! I only did the cast on her!"

My grandmother smiled sweetly. "Your very proper denial suggests that something did happen with the other two." She pulled out the bottle of lubricant and peered at the label.

"Grandma," I pleaded. "I'm not saying another word!"

Her eyes darted from the label on the bottle to my face.

"Good. I told you a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

She started taking her clothes off.

"Which is why, young man, that I'm not going to be left out of the fun. I haven't had a strong young man run his hands over these old boobs for so long that I can't remember what it was like. You, my dear grandson, are going to remedy that." She looked at me with wary eyes. "How about almost naked?"

"You mean it?" I whined.

She laughed. "You do make me feel so good. You're a very sweet boy."

By the time she was standing there, in surprisingly feminine ... and surprisingly small panties, I was hard as a rock. She may have thought of herself as an old woman, but she didn't look all that old to me.

"I bought these," she said, fiddling with the waistband of the panties, "just for you. Happy birthday." She turned around. They were thong panties, and I about choked.

"I know they look silly," she said, turning back around, "but I thought you might like them." She looked at the front of my pants. "I see you do. Off with them, boy. If I'm going to be naked, you are too."

I got out of my clothes. I wasn't embarrassed at all by the fact that I was board stiff. I also took off more than she did.

She looked at me and sighed. "I never thought I'd see another one of those things, in that condition because of me."

It was a line that was now tried and true, and I used it shamelessly.

"You're very beautiful," I said.

She took me to her bedroom, which got me leaking. Who knew? Maybe she was going to do what Randi did. She got on the bed, showing me a bare bottom that looked like it was thirty, instead of fifty-four, and rolled to her back.

"You need to be standing up," I said, regretfully.

"Not for the first part," she said. "Oil me up, stud."

"Stud?" I goggled at her.

"Pat, I know you're my grandson, but I'm having the time of my life, right now. Don't pay any attention to me. I haven't been this horny in twenty years, and I'm enjoying it. Don't mind me if I think of you as the pool boy for an hour or two."

Hmmmm. More role play. Could that be genetic too?

I didn't fool around. I started on her breasts, and she sighed, and closed her eyes.

"I'll give you just an hour to stop that," she said softly. "If you don't stop then, I won't be responsible for the consequences."

I twiddled her fat nipples, trying to squeeze them, but the lubricant wouldn't let me. She started moving her legs around on the bed.

"Oh, damn, that feels good," she moaned.

"You know," I said, pushing her breasts all around her chest. "After the cast is off, I have to clean you up too."

Her eyes opened. They looked smoky.

"In the shower?" she asked.

I hadn't thought of that, but it wasn't a bad idea. I nodded.

"I'd have to take these ridiculous panties off in the shower," she said.

"Yes, you would," I agreed.

"Do you think you'd be able to behave yourself, if I didn't have these panties on?"

I pretended to think about it, and even frowned. Then I shook my head.

Her eyes widened a little. I really don't think she'd have thought of going that far. I think what she'd had in mind was some very naughty play, with a very intimate massage thrown in. Her hands came to grip my wrists.

"Perhaps we should get on with making the cast," she said.

She had more control than my mother did. When I pinched all round her nipples, to form the cast around them, she just panted a lot.

She also asked me at least a dozen times if the cast was hard enough to take off of her. She looked at my prick a lot. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, but whatever it was, I was going to honor it. By the time her cast was ready to take off, I was only half hard.

She was right. Getting her soft breasts out of the cast made it clear that anything harder would require that the cast be cut or broken, to get it off the breasts. The molds were going to have to be perfect on the first try, because the negative could only be used once. At least in the cases of my mother and grandmother.

She had enough control to examine the cast when it was off.

"That's just amazing," she said, running her fingers over the nipples.

"You're amazing," I said, in my most suave voice.

"Stop acting like a man," said my Grandmother, standing almost naked in thong panties.

"Sorry," I said, automatically.

She laughed. "We have you trained pretty well, don't we?" She put her cast on the bed. "I believe you said something about cleanup?"

We had been in the shower together for less than five minutes. She was squeaky clean ... all of her. So was I. Her lips were about half an inch from mine.

"I feel very strange about kissing you," she panted, holding my stiff prick in her hand.

"I don't feel strange about it at all," I panted back.

"Let's get out of here," she said. "I'm about to start letting you act like a man again."

We dried ourselves off. Her hair had been up, when I got there, like it almost always was. Now she let it down, and I saw it was a lot longer than I had thought. It came to the middle of her back. There were streaks of gray where it came away from her temples, but the rest of it was dark brown. Her nipples were hard and fat.

Standing by the bed, she stopped and took my face in her hands.

"You know this is wrong," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "I love you, and you love me."

"You should be interested in girls your age, and not old women."

"Right now I'm interested in you." I was too. This was a whole new Grandma, and she was very interesting. I had always thought of her as a hard woman, but she was all soft right now.

"Have you done this before, Pat?" she asked.

I wasn't going to lie to her. "Yes, but I can't tell you who with."

She lay down on the bed, and spread her legs. She didn't blush a bit, as she exposed her sex to me.

"I think I know who," she said, pulling me on top of her. "And it makes me feel a lot better." She kissed me, and didn't seem at all troubled by it. "I shouldn't feel better," she said, thrusting her pussy up against me, "but I do."

She wanted me in her, but I wanted to taste her first. When she realized what I was about to do, she started moaning and wiggling all around.

"Ohhhh Pat, baby, nobody's ever done that to me before. Oh, please, baby, yes, I've wanted to feel this for as long as I can remember!"

She was active in life. She'd been a runner until just the last few years, and still walked with her friends three times a week at the High School track. I don't know why I expected her to just lie there. She didn't. She was just as active while getting her pussy licked.

Apparently this was the day she got to do all kinds of new and taboo things that she'd thought about for a long time. She moved like she was in an earthquake as I found her clit, which was surprisingly small, to me, and sucked on it. She sat up halfway, and whined, before flopping back down and pushing her pussy up into my mouth. Her pussy lips were smaller than my mother's, but I could suck them into my mouth too. Five minutes later she manhandled me until I turned around, and my dripping dick was hanging over her face.

She was tentative at first, but once she got it in her mouth, she must have liked it, because it felt like she was trying to eat it off of me. She knew how to jack it, and within another five minutes I was about to spew.

Randi and Mom had taught me well.

"Grandma!" I gasped. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Wait!" she gasped, and started manhandling me around again. I reached automatically to pinch things off so I wouldn't spew. It was obvious what she wanted, and her hand came to help aim me.

Age has no effect on how warm and tight a pussy feels, at least not as far as I've been able to figure out. I was so excited that I started squirting as I slid it into her.

"I'm sorryeeeee," I moaned, pressing in hard.

"Mmmmmm," was her response. "It's okay, baby, I haven't felt a man giving me his gift in a long time. Just let it go."

Her heels came up to hook my calves, and her hands slid all over my back.

"So young and strong," she moaned, as I filled her fifty-four-year-old pussy with seventeen-year-old spunk. "I know you'll be ready again in no time."

She obviously didn't mind kissing me any more, and, as I went soft, we started making out. She didn't want to talk, except to tell me what she wanted. She wanted her nipples sucked, and my finger in her soggy pussy. She's the one who taught me that the hard, rubbery thing deep inside her was her cervix, and that, when I poked my fingertip through the dent in the middle, that I was almost in her womb.

Half an hour later, she taught me how to feel for that opening with the tip of my prick, so that, when I spurted this time, it would all spurt into her womb.

It took thirty minutes to make the cast of my grandmother's breasts.

It took two hours to satisfy her sexual needs.

As I got dressed to leave, she was still lying limply on the bed, naked, her legs spread, and my sperm dripping out of her pussy.

"Pat?" she said, as I kissed her goodbye.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know, Grandma, and I love you too."

"You tell my daughter that she has to share you from now on."

"Okay ..." I blinked. "What?"

"I thought so," said my grandmother. "Don't you go getting her pregnant, now. You can spurt in me any time you want, and nothing will happen, but your mother is still of childbearing age, young man."

I had been outsmarted.

"She won't let me ... when it's the wrong time," I said.

"You just come see Grandma when that happens," said the woman. "Do I have to worry about Tabby or Randi?"

"Not Tabby," I said, blushing. "That's why they let me ... um ... so I can't with Tabby."

"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard!" she said, sitting up. "You're a young man! You're virile and I have no doubt you could leave them all as weak as I am right now!"

"It's okay," I said. "I know Tabby's too young." I smiled. "Besides, I already get to play with three of the most beautiful women in the world. What more could I want?"

She stood up, and looked down. A long drip of white was hanging from her pussy lips.

"You have no idea how long it's been since I saw something like that," she said, still staring.

Her fingers caught the drip, and she brought it to her mouth. She tasted.

"Not so bad," she said. "Maybe next time I'll taste more of it."

She looked at me.

"Don't you go getting any of them in your house pregnant," she said. "If you want to get somebody pregnant, make it Vanessa. That girl will never find a man who can meet her standards, and she deserves to be a mother."

"I don't do it with her!" I said quickly.

"If I know my daughter, you will when you make her cast." She grinned. "Don't try that with Christy, though. She's not like the rest of us."

She kissed me goodbye. I loved the feel of her skin under my hands.

"Just one more time?" I asked hopefully.

The look on her face was priceless.

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