Colour Me Happy Ch. 08

Ch 08.

Continuing story of Stephen who sees emotions as vivid colour. In this chapter Stephen finds he needn't feel so guilty about events and Stephen confides in Jen..

As always comments and thoughts most welcome, really want to hear what you think.

All characters are over 18 years of age

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I gathered up my clothes and started to dress in silence. I was immediately wracked by guilt. Deep in my own thoughts as I considered my actions. I've been experimenting with this new sense that I had seemed to have developed. Manipulating it, pushing it, testing it. But I'd gone too far. I could see there was a natural flow to the fog. Mom and Dad's flowed together, not mixing with Jen's and mine. Hell, what was I thinking Jen and Mine? It was my manipulation that caused the fog between Jen and I in the first place. By pushing my fog into Dad, I'd caused him to turn Bi and lust for cock, any cock, my cock. Fuck, there was no getting out of this, no redo. Then there was Mom and Jen. I'd caused Jen to fuck mom's face. How were we ever going to recover from this as a family?

While I was dressing, Dad got up, un-tied mom from the bed, and started to dress himself. Mom was still lying face down, head and shoulders covered in girl cum, ass down covered in Dad's and my cum. Her ass really must of really got a pounding because she kept rubbing her rim. With less to do, Jen was already pulling up her pants and dressed.

Jen was the first to speak. "Wow, that was fucking amazing, I can't believe what we just did, but I loved it."

Dad reacted, "I can't believe how horny I was, convincing your mom to let you watch, fucking her ass, and then, and I can't believe I did this, letting Stephen stick his cock in my ass."

"I'm so sorry Dad," I said, "I never meant that to happen, I'm so sorry, can you forgive me."

Hearing the anguish in my voice mom rolled over. Her legs parted as she did so, fully exposing her cunt again. Fuck it looked good.

She and Dad exchanged looks. Dad was first to respond.

"Stephen, firstly, I invited you to watch, then I invited you to jerk off, then I invited you to fuck my ass. If there is anyone to blame for this, it's me. Not that there is, you and Jen are old enough to understand your own sexuality. As am I and your mother. At any stage we could have put a stop to it, but we liked it, so we did it. You and Jen liked it too, so you did it. I know this is highly unconventional, most would consider it improper. For that reason, I wouldn't discuss it outside the family, but I don't feel guilty, and neither should you."

Mom was now sitting up, her tits were on full display, her pussy lips were closed for the first time in an hour. Mom picked up Dad's thread, "I agree with your Dad, while what started off as harmless exhibitionism did get a little out of hand, I can honestly say I've never had a more beautiful sexual experience and the fact I was able to share it all with you three made it so much more powerful."

As she was speaking, I didn't know where to look. I couldn't meet her eye, nor could I look at her tits or pussy. Mom clearly could see my discomfort.

"And Stephen," she added opening her legs again, "If you don't know where to look, look here," gesturing to her now open pussy. "Stare if you want to, it's fine, I don't mind, in fact I like it."

Her gesture drew all of our eyes towards her pussy. Plumes of yellow fog were starting to be emitted again as we all looked straight her pussy. Fuck it looked good, wet, and used. A slight gape, ready for another fucking.

But I had to regain control. This really was all my fault, I had to put an end to it. I gathered the fog, feeling my own cock harden, I then slowed it and allowed it to dissipate. There was an audible sigh. Mom closed her legs and started to dress herself.

I wanted to come clean, but I just couldn't, now was not the time.

"OK," I said, "I guess you're right. It is unconventional, but we are all adults." Maybe I didn't need to feel so guilty, "It was good."

There was visible relief in mom and dad. We all turned to Jen, she was the only one that's hadn't offered a view.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" Jen asked, "Have I got cum in my hair?" she joked.

We all laughed.

"Seriously, I have never felt pleasure like that before in my life. I loved it."

It was seriously the hottest thing. The pleasure was so intense. Maybe it's not such a bad thing.

It was now very getting very late and I did have to work in the morning.

"I think I need to go to bed, can we talk more about this tomorrow?" I asked.

"That's a good idea," mom said.

With that Jen and I left and went to bed. I fell asleep almost before my head hit the pillow and slept soundly until my alarm went off.

Forcing myself to get up, I could feel my strained muscles, and headed straight to a hot shower. The hot water hitting my skin felt good and eased the tension. I couldn't help but think about the night before. My cock was so hard it looked like it was made of marble. I jerked off a load in the shower.

Feeling relieved I headed downstairs. Jen was already seated at the breakfast table, Dad was reading the paper with a coffee, while Mom busied herself tiding up.

Mom looked up as I walked in. "Here he is," mom said as I entered the room. "Sleep well?"

"Like a log," I responded.

"Me too," she added.

"We all did," Jen said.

"Well is seems that's another thing we have in common," dad added, "We all sleep well after a good fuck."

"Tell me," he continued looking at me, "did you jerk off this morning?"

Everyone turned towards me to see how I would respond. "OK, yes I did."

"I rubbed myself off too," Jen said, "one more thing in common then."

At that we all laughed hard. It seems we were all comfortable with what happened. Even though I may have given it a push, it seems no one had post-coitus remorse.

"Well," mom said looking at dad.

"OK, you win. Your mom said you wouldn't be able to wait till breakfast.

With that mom took a seat, opening her robe and lifting her knees. I hadn't realised she was naked underneath. Her lips did not look quite as beaten up this morning. Her clit was already hard.

"A bet is a bet," she said.

"Yes it is," dad said. He got down on his knees in front of her and started licking from ass to pussy then sucking on her clit a little and then repeated the process.

"Guess I'll get my own coffee then," I said smiling.

I have a feeling life in our house was changing, and not in altogether bad way. I drank my hot coffee, while dad slowly got mom off with Jen and I watching on. I would have loved to jerk off another round, but if I did, I would be late for work so I resisted the temptation. Jen had similar thoughts.

"Would you mind giving me a ride into the city today?" Jen asked.

"Sure," I said, "But I need to leave in 5 minutes"

"Perfect," Jen said.

I finished my coffee, collected my gear and left with Jen for the drive to work.

As soon as we got in the car and closed the door Jen exploded, "Oh My Fucking God!"

"I can't believe what we did, what they did, FUCK! I want you to fuck my ass again, I want to watch mom and dad fuck, I want to watch you fuck mom, I want dad's cock in my mouth. I'm so FUCKING horny I might have to fuck Adrian".

Adrian was Jen's bosses, boss. He was 75, hairy, fat, and a total asshole. No way would she fuck him, she was just making a point, but the point was pretty clear.

"AND, I can't believe you put you cock in Dad's ass!"

God, I nearly repressed that memory, and now it was front of mind again.

"GOD that was HOT! I really need to rub one out again," Jen's tirade finally subsiding.

"Well," I said, "I lost control, I didn't mean for that to happen."

"Well you can't control everything"

I thought hard, maybe it was time to at least tell Jen. Jen always had my back, and I hers. There was nothing I couldn't tell Jen. But would she believe me, and would she think I manipulated everyone, and it wasn't their free will.

"Jen," I said. "I have something to tell you."

"What? Are you really gay? I can't believe that after the last week, Bi maybe?"

"No, No, that's not what I want to talk about. This is far more serious."

"You don't have an STI do you? Fuck, you should have told...."

"No," I cut her off, "will you just let me get it out? You know how all my life I've been able to sense how people are feeling?"

"Of course, you have always been very intuitive, it's why I love you so much."

"Well, in the last week or two things have been changing, it started slowly, but things seem to be accelerating."

"What are you talking about?" Jen was getting frustrated, she wanted to talk about last night and this morning.

"Please, bear with me. Let me start at the beginning."

"God," she puffed, drawing a deep breath and resigning herself to the fact she couldn't discuss what she wanted to discuss until I got whatever it was off my chest.

"Well, I've never told anyone this before. You see as me being intuitive, but I actually see people's feelings. They are sort of like colours that people emit, I actually see the colour. Different colours mean different things. Men and women have different colours for the same feeling as well, well, at least for some things. It's been like this as long as I can remember, only lately it's become a lot more visceral. And I only discovered women's horny colour literally in the last week. It's hard to learn colours, it's all trial and error," I was blabbering now.

"OK," she said, "But what has this got to do with anything?"

"Well I said it's become more visceral, and I discovered the horny colour."

"Yeah?" she said.

"Well it seems I can manipulate it, make it hotter or cool things off. Push it into people and make them horny when maybe they weren't"

"Bullshit," she said.

I looked in her direction, taking my eyes off the road momentarily. The yellow fog had dissipated a little but was still quite prevalent.

"It's true," I said.

"Oh stop it, if you don't want to talk about..."

Jen never got the last word out. I gathered up the fog into a tight little ball and jammed it as hard as could straight through her clothes and into her pussy. Jen squealed like a banshee as it hit her. The fog was tried to escape, but every time it did I mashed it back into her, holding at the peak of her orgasm. I wouldn't let it stop, five times the fog tried to escape before I eased off and let it escape. It was the equivalent of 5 continuous orgasms.

Jen could hardly draw a breath for the entire period of what seemed like 5 minutes. For a moment I thought I might have killed her and felt the panic start flood my brain. But then she drew a deep breath and slumped back closing her eyes. She was sitting in a pool of girl squirt cum. My cloth seats were soaked as was her jeans.

She was sucking air hard when she turned to me, "Marry me," she said, "God, God, God," she could hardly speak.

"You did that? You Did THAT! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!," was all she could manage.

Finally, she got it.

Composure took a few more minutes to return.

"You did that," then is dawned on her, "You did that last night?"

"No," I said, "Well maybe, but I didn't mean it. I can't control it, well I seem to be able to control it better today, but a few day's ago I could barely nudge it, last night it was like a slippery eel. Today is seems easier to control. Exercising it seems to make it easier to control. I could never do what I just did to you even yesterday."

"How long has this been going on?" she asked, "Our sex, did you force me?"

"No! I'd never do that to you, not without you asking anyway, you mean too much to me to do something like that and anyway like I said, I've only discovered this capability in the last week."

"OK," she said, "I believe you."

"Really? OK? I don't want to rain on the parade or anything, but why do you believe me."

"Well, I believe that you only came into this 'superpower' this week, mostly because any guy I know that could do what you just did would have a girl latched to his dick three times a day, and let's face it, you are practically a virgin. Also, I've wanted to fuck you for the last 3 years, so you didn't push that button, at least not deliberately."

"I'm not a virgin," I protested, "and it's not a 'superpower', but thanks for believing me."

We were just pulling into the car park and we would need to go our separate ways. I parked and we moved to get out of the car. Jen checked herself over, she wrapped her pullover around her waist, so the wet patch was less obvious.

"I'm going to have to buy panties and jeans and stop at the laundromat.," she said, "Thanks!."

"Well," I said, "My car seat is going to need to be steam cleaned and since you didn't like it, I won't do it again," I chided.

"Don't you dare," she said. "Don't you dare stop."

Jen leaned in for a kiss, "I'll see you tonight, there is more to discuss."

With that she left for work, and so did I.

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In chapter 9 during a day at work Helen recounts going home to her husband and offers Stephen an interesting opportunity.