The Family Blanket

This is a work of fantasy, please read the disclaimer at the beginning of Chapter 1.

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The doors to the mall slide open, hitting Jessica with a blast of conditioned air that cools her skin and her heightened state of arousal. Being two stories tall, the Broadway Mall is easily double the size of the mall she grew up with. And while her hometown mall seemed to only attract shady cell phone repair stores, this one was bright, full of life and commerce.

To start their adventure in capitalism, Mary guides her to one of the big department stores that anchors a corner of the shopping complex. It is a tentative start. Jessica's mother never understood shopping as a leisure activity, so they wander aimlessly for about fifteen minutes, moving from department to department. They are slowly browsing the men's belts and billfold section before Mary understands the situation.

"Did you and your mom ever go clothes shopping like this?"

"Not really, we did when I was a kid, but all I remember is lists and size charts and projected growth spurts. When I was older, we started shopping online for nearly everything. Mom is a very... diligent person. She is brilliant and a wonderful mom, but in her own way. To her, shopping was a task she learned how to perfect. It was like a game, a math game. If she could calculate the final bill down to the penny, she won. If not, she lost. I think that's why she likes online shopping so much. She appreciates the algorithm behind it all. It speaks her language, I guess."

Mary listens carefully as Jessica opens up about her family, feeling out the emotional tone she should take in response. She decides to bypass any family commentary and stick to the current situation.

"Well, my dear, you are in for a treat. Let me introduce you to the wonderful world of retail therapy. It can be like a game too, but more like hide and seek. We'll spend some time out here gathering anything that we think looks good together. We'll spend some time in the dressing room putting outfits together until we pair everything down to a few pieces. We start in a bigger store like this to get an idea of the style we are going for. Then we'll know the types of specialty stores we may want to visit. Plus, I have some ideas of things I'd like to see you in. Do you mind if I dress you a bit? I have some ideas for outfits that you will look dead sexy in."

Jessica likes the idea a being "dead sexy," especially around Mary and Sarah and Mr. Sanders. "Okay, that sounds like fun."

"You have no idea."

They spend the next thirty minutes wandering the chrome racks, gleaning bits of cloth of various colors, textures, and weights. When they have a sufficient sampling to drape Jessica's body many times over, they head to the back corner of the men's department and into the dressing rooms.

"Shopping hack," Mary whispers. "Men hardly ever try anything on, so there is never anyone here. We'll be able to take our time and not hold anyone up."

They close the door and hang their stash, taking up all three hooks on each of the three walls, leaving only the large mirror unobstructed.

"What should we have you try on first?" Mary asks as she rummages through the hangers, organizing them by an inner logic that Jessica does not fully understand. Once done, she hands Jessica three tops.

"Let's start with these."

They work their way through several styles of shirts. Mary helps tuck, smooth, straighten, or cinch as needed. Her movements are never furtive or delicate. Jessica feels the solidity of her hands on her body and her soft voice in her ear. She finds herself more than once wanting to lean back into the woman taking such good care of her. The deep ache between her legs has not gone away, and she remembers that the hands buttoning her blouse were recently slick with her husband's cum. It makes her want to lick them.

"Okay," Mary says quietly as she hangs up the last shirt. "Now on to the bottoms."

Jessica faces the mirror as she pulls down her pants, leaving her in only her bra and panties. Mary comes up close behind her and looks over her shoulder at her form in the mirror.

"Such a pretty girl," she whispers, "and look, you're wearing Sarah's panties. They are absolutely soaked. Poor girl, I've been a poor partner, haven't I?"

She rubs her hands up and down Jessica's arms and over her toned stomach, making her gasp softly and shiver with need.

Jessica watches in the mirror and Mary's hand travels slowly down past her belly button and over the thin material stretched over her pussy.

"They do look good on you. Did you wear them on purpose?"

When the long fingers reach the apex of her mound where her clit lies hidden and throbbing, Jessica wants to cry out but knows she can't. Instead, she whispers a desperate, "Please, I am so ready. I need something, anything."

She captures Mary's hand under her own and rotates her hips up into the heel of Mary's palm.

"Okay, baby, I can give you a little release, but you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet while I rub you?"

"Yes, Mommy, I can be quiet for you."

"Now don't you start talking like that, or I won't be able to control myself, and we'll end up in jail. Don't say anything. Let me take care of you."

Mary reaches behind her, grabs a bundle of new white socks and brings them to the young woman's mouth. "Here, this will help."

Jessica opens her mouth and Mary stuffs her full of the fluffy, absorbent weave. She bites down while her hips thrust in an increasingly desperate search for relief. Mary holds her body to hers. One arm wrapped tight around Jessica's waist and down across to her hip, trapping her own hand against the wet fabric of Jessica's heat. The increased friction is what Jessica needs as she snaps her hips in quick, short strokes against the leveraged pressure of Mary's hand.

After a few moments, Jessica begins sweating from the effort and panting, her groans of pleasure muffled by the thick cotton socks.

As she works herself up, Mary leans close as they both stare at her young, glistening body in the mirror. The sight of Mary's hand stimulating her, and her own frantic need driving her hips, is a revelation to Jessica as she watches her body give itself over to its own raw sexual drive. This isn't the soft caress of love in Sarah's bed; this is the biological imperative of nerve endings and pleasure centers demanding release. This is Mary knowing exactly what her body needs and helping her through it. She can feel Mary's breath on her neck as she whispers close to her ear.

"You are soaking through Sarah's pretty panties. I can feel it dripping off my fingers. Was she wet like this when she showed you her pussy? Did you lick my daughter's delicate folds? Come on, horny little girl, come in her panties for me, come on Mommy's hand."

Jessica's body explodes everywhere all at once. She bites down hard on the wad in her mouth and tries not to scream in pleasure. Quaking in Mary's arms, her legs give out there in the tiny stall. She makes desperate little cries into the socks as they sink slowly to the floor together. Mary strokes her hair and comforts her as she slowly recovers.

"Feeling better?" She asks as Jessica nods her head.

"Can I move my hand? Has it calmed down enough?"

Jessica nods again as she reaches up and removes the spoiled merchandise from her mouth. "I came so fast. I can't believe we did that? Was that okay? I kind of used your hand."

"Shh. You're fine. You've been on edge since the car. I should have offered to take care of you, but I wasn't sure if you'd have wanted me to."

A few minutes more, they're off the floor and sitting on the bench beneath the mirror.

Mary looks over at her and whispers. "I think I've heard that little gasp of suppressed delight before. While you were getting a sneak preview this morning?"

Jessica freezes for a second and realizes how absurd that reaction is, given what just took place. She swallows hard and replies. "Yes, that was me. I was coming back from the bathroom when I heard you two talking, so I was looking in from the hallway."

"I knew it was you because if it had been Sarah, she would have walked in and helped me. Which you could have done as well. In fact, you have an open invitation to our bed anytime for any reason. Okay?"

"Okay... thanks."

Mary takes a beat before asking, "So? What did you think?"

"About what?"

"About what you saw this morning."

Jessica let out a wry little snort. "I think you both really want him to fuck me."

With a blush creeping up her neck, Mary places a hand on the young girl's arm. "Let's just say you have provided a lot of inspiration for us. Especially when you walked into the living room with Sarah last night. You were as comfortable with your body as she was. It was like being given a gift we didn't even know we wanted. It's hard to explain. Not everyone... well, no one understands our family's special relationship, but you have fit right in with us, like a long-lost daughter."

Jessica turns to fully face the older woman. "To be honest, I have felt connected to you all for a while, in a way that's different from my family in Pittsburgh. I... I sometimes feel like I was born into the wrong family. My mom and dad are wonderful in their own way, but they are not physically affectionate. It's not in their nature, but I am wired for touch and I've only come to fully realize that by rooming with Sarah. She is so used to being close, even in a casual way, and it has helped me understand that I am too and how happy it makes me."

"When we study together, we never use the desks. We spread out on the floor, usually facing opposite ends of the room, but our legs will overlap and intertwine the whole time. Or we will cuddle together in one of our beds and read, or scroll on our phones, saying very little, but being there, physically, for each other. I've realized how much I need that casual closeness in addition to the intimate, sexual stuff. I've suspected that there was something special about this family for a while. There were subtle and not-so-subtle clues. I've been looking forward to meeting you and Mr. Sanders because I have wanted to experience the closeness this family has in all its forms."

Jessica pauses and takes a breath. "Sorry, that all kind of came out all at once. I'm going to get dressed; I'm getting cold. I... I hope that wasn't too much."

Mary rubs Jessica's arm one last time and wipes a small tear from her eye. "You don't know how happy that makes me. I've known you less than a day, and I feel like I've known you forever. It's so good to hear you talk about casual closeness; that has always been a part of this family. I made sure of that." Mary stands up and starts helping Jessica get dressed. "But what I also hear is that you are eager to get dicked down by my husband's cock."

Jessica looks into Mary's eyes with a little look of desperation. "Like you wouldn't believe. I have been in love with his cock since... well, it's a long story, let's just say Sarah is obviously obsessed with it, and that is kind of contagious."

Mary gets a wistful look on her face for a brief instant. "I am so glad they have the whole day to be reunited. I know they are wearing each other out under that blanket. They're both going to be sore for a couple of days."

Mary pauses, thinking for a full five seconds through a plan that just popped into her head. She turns to Jessica with a devious look on her face.

"Do you want to drive David absolutely wild? Like, like instant hard on, mind-blanking lust wild?"

"More than I already do? Absolutely."

"I know him, and while he loves Sarah, she will always be his sweet little daughter who is soft and giggles and is so absolutely smitten with her Daddy. And he wouldn't trade it for the world. But she will always be his good girl, and I know that sometimes he wants a bad girl, a dirty girl. Someone who will straddle him and whisper the filthiest things into his ear. And after this morning in the car, I have a feeling there is a bad, bad girl lurking in there somewhere."

"Am I right?" She says as she waves her hand in a sweeping motion in Jessica's direction.

Jessica thinks it through for a second and, shifting her register lower and slower, she purrs, "I can be his bad girl and tell him all my dirty little secrets."

"Perfect! We need some clothes to fit that attitude, but we're not going to find them here. Change of plans!" Mary gathers the clothes from the hooks. Even though they only got through three-quarters of them. "First lunch, and then I know the perfect place to go. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, food sounds good. Does the mall have a good food court?"

"We can do better than a food court. There is "The Waffle Warehouse" close by. They have a huge menu and the best stuffed waffles in the world."

"I have always wanted to try The Waffle Warehouse!"

Exiting the dressing room, they leave their discarded choices to be restocked. At the counter, they purchase a fuzzy crop top, a thin linen blouse, and a bundle of sodden socks.

They are taking lunch a bit early, so "The Waffle Warehouse" is sparse on guests. They are seated at a small side booth and spend the first ten minutes deciding what to order. With that out of the way, they fall into conversation.

Jessica leans forward in her seat. "Okay, I have sooo many questions about you and your history with the blanket. Is that okay to ask?"

"Of course, but it's too long and complicated to go into every detail. I'll give you the highlights and the happy version. The sad version is much longer to tell."

"I'm sorry, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Jessica responds from instinct.

"No, no. It was a long time ago, and there is a happy ending. Don't feel bad," Mary sits back and collects her thoughts for a split second before continuing.

"I'm the oldest of three sisters. Samantha is a year younger than me, and Hope is five years younger. We grew up in Texas. Dad was an electrician, and Mom was a traditional stay-at-home mom who did a bit of contract work out of the house. Carl and Cathy, my parents, high school sweethearts who got married at nineteen."

"That's sweet." Jessica says.

"Wait till I finish the story. It certainly started sweet at least. Let's just say that Mom didn't make the smartest choices regarding the blanket, and my Dad shouldn't have been allowed anywhere near it."

"Oh, no."

"It wasn't abusive, but more... obsessive, I guess. That led to some bad behavior, a pregnancy scare, and the divorce. After that, things got better. Mom met a wonderful man named Anton, and he was exactly what we needed. He was 10 years younger than Mom, handsome and so very kind. She dated him for a year while the divorce was proceeding. It was a trial period of sorts to see how he would handle our unique situation."

Their food arrives, and they spend the next few moments getting situated and enjoying the first few bites before Mary picks up her story.

"After the near miss with Samantha, Mom said a vasectomy was a prerequisite to Anton becoming part of the family, which he did even though he was only 32. After they got married, we welcomed him with open... arms." Mary pauses and stabs a forkful of her strawberry salad. "Do you know what free use is?"

"I think so," Jessica says. "It means someone's body is available, sexually, at any time."

"That was Anton. With a house of four women, he was our willing fuck boy growing up. It was really hard on Hope in the months before she turned 18. With the drama around me, Samantha and Dad, she knew exactly what was going on. Her body was more than ready, but she had to wait. She went through a lot of batteries that year."

Jessica's eyes go wide with surprise and interest. "Poor girl."

"Her introduction to the blanket was different. The night of her 18th birthday, we made a big pillow fort in the living room with the blanket over the whole thing. We had Christmas lights on the inside, and we all climbed in. Anton was naked in the middle, and Mom, Samantha, and I were all around him. We called Hope into the fort. It was a beautiful moment getting to be there when she straddled him that first time. Then Mom had her turn with Hope and cleaned her all up. After that it was Samantha's turn." Mary giggles and says in a low tone. "She made Hope come three times in a row. She was a pussy master even that young. She only had a passing interest in Anton's cock; she was more into and onto girls."

"Samantha's been married to Heather for ten years now, and Heather is a lucky woman. Samantha has always given me some of the best orgasms of my life. She has a way of finding a woman's rhythm and being relentless with you until you are hitting your peak over and over again -- four, five, six times one right after the other. Heather calls her her 'Jaws of Wife,' which is a ghastly pun, but they love it."

Even the brief description of the family orgy was rekindling the ache between Jessica's legs. She could imagine the soft, dim light of the pillow fort. A young girl's body writhing in ecstasy, pinned to the floor by nothing more than her older sister's mouth between her widespread legs.

"She sounds amazing; I can't wait to meet her."

"Oh, she would love to meet you too."

They finish their meal and split a stuffed waffle, then Mary picks up the story again.

"Anyway, after Hope was on board, Anton resorted to wearing boxers around the house full-time. I said the Fairkind girls are horny by nature and it's a wonder we didn't break the dick clean off that wonderful man."

"It sounds like it worked out okay in the end."

"Yeah, but it was rough there for a few years. Mom lost sight of the fact that it is the women of the family who control the blanket and the rules around it. I learned a lot from that. When I was dating seriously, I kept all of that in mind. I didn't need a little boy with a big ego; I needed a man with actual confidence and a fully formed sense of self. I found that in David."

"Did he know about the blanket going into the marriage?"

Mary nods. "I told him the family story after we were engaged, and he took it in stride and has been willing to follow my lead. All the way to get his own snip-snip about seven years ago. Those were my rules."

"I was wondering about that."

"Clean and simple and so much more fun to feel him explode directly inside you. Speaking of which. We need to go finish our shopping expedition."

The bill paid, they head out to the SUV and on to their next destination, a non-descript shop in a bland strip of storefronts. It looks exactly like nothing, so Jessica is surprised when they step into a well-appointed and fully stocked sex shop.

"Welcome to 'The Magic Box,' my dear." Mary makes a brief sweep with her hand across the show floor.

Jessica always imagined places like this to be dingy and dim, with men in dirty overcoats lurking in every corner, but "The Magic Box" is brightly lit, modern and clean.

"Wow, it's so different inside."

"This is a 'brown bag' store so you can shop here without advertising to the world that your car is parked outside a sex shop. It's perfect for respectable women like me. Now the store is divided into sections so you can focus on where your interests lie. The farthest aisle to the right is kink stuff, then Japanese imports, bondage and SM. The next three aisles are things for the butt, the penis, and the pussy - respectively. The DVD section is behind all that, and at the very back is clothes and, um... larger equipment."

Part of Jessica wants to wander the rows, but she holds back until Mary takes her by the arm. She leads her past the aisle of dildos that grow increasingly larger as they walk until they are, she assumes, purely for comic absurdity. She cannot imagine taking anything of the girth or the length on display.