Once upon a time, in a little town in China, lived a poor widow and her son,
Aladdin. Aladdin and his mother worked very hard indeed, but the economics of
the time were against them, and they never managed to become rich. One day,
there was a knock at the door. Aladdin opened it, to find a man about his
mother's age standing there. He was dressed in a robe which had seen better
days, but which had been very expensive when new.

"Yes?" said Aladdin, expecting a sales pitch.

"Aladdin?" asked the man.

"Yes?"

The man threw his arms around an alarmed Aladdin.

"Nephew!" he said, a sob in his voice. "Nephew! Son of my esteemed brother
Alicazar. I am your Uncle Abenarzar!"

"Abenarzar!" exclaimed Aladdin's mother, who had followed him to the door. She
turned to Aladdin. "This is your poor dead father's younger brother. Give him
respect, son."

Aladdin stepped back to allow his uncle into the house. As he came in, Aladdin
noticed he put his hand on Aladdin's mothers backside, resting it there,
lovingly, for a moment. His mother seemed (or chose) not to notice.

Uncle Abenarzar, it seemed, had come back after wondrous travels, because he had
a map which would lead him to great wealth. Ironically, after travelling the
world, the wealth he was on the verge of discovering was here, not far from his
own home town. After a generous meal which they could ill aford, Abenarzar
stretched, yawned, and announced he was going to bed. Looking pointedly at
Aladdin's mother, he asked if she was tired too.

"Not at all," she replied, and with a disappointed look, he left mother and son
alone together.

"Son," said Aladdin's mother, when they were alone. "Do you mind if I sleep in
your room tonight? I have a feeling he will be back - and he won't bother to
knock on my bedroom door!"

"Of course I don't mind," said Aladdin. "Why don't you go up now, quietly. I'll
tidy up, and make a lot of noise so he thinks we are both still up, and then
I'll come to bed when you've got yourself ready."

Aladdin banged around noisily, tidying the little house ready for morning, his
mind seething with various thoughts, all of them unworthy. At last he went
upstairs. He paused outside his mother's bedroom and called a loud "Goodnight,
mother!" for the benefit of his Uncle, and then he quietly entered his own
bedroom. She was already in bed, covers pulled up to her chin, but eyes wide
open. This gave him a problem. Under the tunic and trousers he wore, he was
quite naked. And he slept naked. How could he get to bed without exposing
himself to his mother. She seemed to guess his thoughts.

"Don't mind me," she said. "I've seen you naked from the day you were born. You
have no surprises for me."

"Yes, mother," he said, and began, unwillingly, to undress. The tunic was easy
enough - exposing only his upper torso. He walked round to the opposite side of
the bed from her and sat on the edge, removing the trousers. Reaching behind him
he pulled back the sheets and swung round, into the bed, flicking the sheets
over himself as he did so. Then he snuggled down for sleep.

He awoke much later. He was lying on his left side, right over by the edge of
the bed, knees drawn up to his chin. He had an erection - he supposed because he
needed a pee. Then he became aware of more. He remembered he was sharing the bed
with his mother, because of the unwelcome attentions his Uncle Abenarzar had
paid her. He could feel the warmth of her - she was lying very near to him.
Indeed, he realised, her arm was over him, lying against his chest. But he
urgently needed to pee. Gently he disentangled her arm and slipped from the bed,
kneeling to pee in the chamber pot under the bed. As he climbed back into bed,
she spoke.

"Are you all right son?"

"Yes, mother," he replied.

"You're cold, son. Why don't you snuggle up to get warm?"

He turned on his side and moved across the bed until he was touching her. She
was lying on her side too, her back to him. He pressed up to her, feeling her
warmth through the thin gown she wore. He put his arm over her waist, hand
dangling. She took it in one of hers. They lay quietly for a little while, he
enjoying the warmth coming from her, she enjoying the closeness of a man's body
for the first time for years. Then he realised - he was getting an erection. At
first he tried to hide it, moving away from her slightly, but it continued to
grow.

Suddenly he felt her move. She raised her top leg and put a hand between her
legs to grasp his cock, which she steered to the entrance to her cunt. He
shifted, slightly, and was inside her. It was the first time he had ever fucked
a woman, but more than that, he was fucking his mother, easing in and out of the
passage from which he had made his original entrance to the world. He should
have felt guilty - instead he felt great! But it was over very quickly, and they
both slept.

They awoke next morning when they heard Abenarzar knocking on his mother's door,
expecting her to have spent the night in her own bed. Aladdin answered by going
out to his uncle, so as not to give their secret away.

"Come on, nephew!" his uncle shouted when he saw him. "Quickly! We're going to
look for riches." Aladdin quickly dressed and joined his uncle. They packed a
bag of food, and then left the house, Abenarzar leading the way impatiently.
They left the town by the West Gate. Abenarzar plunged into a ravine, and
produced a map which he followed with some difficulty, cursing and swearing
whenever he had to retrace his steps. But at last, they arrived. Aladdin looked
in astonishment. They were at the foot of a huge, unscaleable cliff. At its foot
was a huge boulder, resting against the face.

His uncle walked up to the boulder without hesitation, and then consulted his
map again. He chose a point on the stone with great care, and bidding Aladdin
help him, they rolled the stone to one side, revealing a narrow cleft in the
rock.

"Down there!" ordered Abenarzar.

"What? Through that little crack?"

"That's right," his Uncle snarled. "Now get on with it"

"Why don't you go?" asked Aladdin.

"It's much too narrow for me," his uncle told him. Reluctantly, Aladdin had to
agree, and soon found himself squeezing through the crack. He dropped though
into a huge, dark cavern, the only light being that which could filter through
the narrow entrance he had just used. Then Abenarzar threw down a candle and a
tinder-box, and Aladdin lit the candle. By its flickering light, he could see a
little more - and he was astonished. The floor and every available ledge, as far
as he could tell, was covered with boxes overflowing with jewels and precious
stones. Stones littered the floor, necklaces hung from stalactites, rings were
impaled on stalagmites, and jewels glittered from the bed of the stream running
through the cavern.

"We're rich!" he called up to his Uncle.

"Yes, yes," muttered his Uncle. "But can you see a lamp - an old, dull, copper
lamp?"

"But there's much more here, much better things here," protested Aladdin. "Don't
you understand, Uncle, we're rich. Richer than the Emperor, richer than anyone."

"Can you see the lamp?" hissed his uncle, angrily.

"Yes I can see it, but it's worthless." Aladdin was filling his pockets with
precious stones as he spoke, putting necklaces over his head until he could not
move, his arms being already heavy with bracelets.

"Give me the lamp!" his Uncle ordered.

"But I tell you there's much more valuable stuff here," said Aladdin.

"If you will not obey me, then you can stay there forever, and be damned!" As he
heard these words, Aladdin became aware that the cavern was becoming dark as his
Uncle replaced the stone over the entrance. Suddenly, greed was replaced by
fear. Grabbing the old lamp, he ran towards the thin and rapidly disappearing
shaft of light, screaming to his Uncle to stop. The light wavered ... and was
gone. His Uncle had buried him alive!

Full of remorse, now, for his greed, Aladdin sat on the floor of the cavern,
reflecting on his fate. With no food, and, as far as he could remember from his
very quick reconnaissance, little water, he reckoned he had about three days to
live. Unless his Uncle came back, he had no chance of rescue. And, again, his
quick survey had told him - there was no other way out. He was doomed! Thinking
he might as well die in the light as in the dark, he decided to light the lamp.
After all the trouble it had caused, it could come in useful now. He rubbed the
dust of years from it with his sleeve, prior to trying to light it from the now
much depleted candle. There was an almighty flash, a bang, and the cavern filled
with smoke. When it cleared, Aladdin was no longer alone. Facing him was a
beautiful young girl, dressed in yashmak, and a flimsy garment which scarcely
disguised her very feminine lines.

"You summoned me, oh master! What is your wish?"

Aladdin stood, very slowly, and walked over to her. Tentatively, he put out a
hand and touched her. Real flesh! A real girl! He took a step back and thought
about what she had said.

"What do you mean, what is my wish?" he asked.

"I mean, I am the genie of the lamp - your wish is my command. Ask and it shall
be given. What would you like?"

"Well," said Aladdin, slowly. "Actually, I'm quite hungry." Even as he finished
speaking, there appeared in front of him a table, laden and groaning under the
weight of the most delicious food he had ever seen ... or tasted. He ate
hungrily, until he was full.

"Can you get me out of here?" he asked, replete at last.

"Of course," replied the genie. "Is that your wish?" Her hand was raised,
fingers ready to click...

"Now, just a minute," said Aladdin, thoughtfully. "Not so fast. I might have
another wish before we go."

"Of course, master. Anything!" she replied.

"What about taking those things off and coming over here so I can get to know
you better?" As a chat up line, it was terrible, but he had never chatted a
genie up before.

"Are you sure that's what you really want?" she asked him.

"Quite sure," he stated, and watched as she shimmied towards him, shedding filmy
gauze veils as she came. Her timing was impeccable - she was naked as she came
to a halt in front of him. Not believing his luck, he stretched out a hand to
touch her. Real flesh, warm, smooth, available! He felt her breast, firm, smooth
and upstanding, so unlike his mother's breasts, weary from nursing and work. He
ran his hands around her waist, small, unlike his mother's girth. He touched her
vulva, and slipped a finger into her cunt, so tight, unlike his mother's,
stretched from child- bearing. In a few minutes, he learned what a young woman
was like, and he liked what he learned. He pulled her down to the floor of the
cavern and lay on top of her. She was willing - submissive, even - and they
fucked long (and loud) with great enjoyment.

Finished, he rolled off and sat up, yawning.

"Right!" he said, decisively. "Let's get out of here."

She simply sat, regarding him with a smile. He rubbed the lamp.

"Come on. Say it. Your wish is my command and all that. Then I can wish myself
out of this place." She shook her head slowly.

"Sorry," she said. "When we became involved, er, intimately, you lost your power
over me. I'm not your slave."

"Well, that's alright. I don't need a slave. Just get us out of here."

"Sorry," she said firmly. "I don't obey you in any way whatsoever!"

"So how the hell are we going to get out of here?"

"That's easy. There's a ring in here with a genie in it. Not as powerful as me,
of course, but powerful enough. All you have to do is put the ring on, and rub
it." She smiled a self-satisfied smile. Aladdin looked about him. There were at
least a thousand rings in sight!

"And how am I supposed to find the right ring?" he asked.

"That," she said firmly, "is not my problem!" And there was another flash, a
bang, smoke billowed, and she disappeared.

Wearily, Aladdin set about the task of finding the ring which would be his
salvation. One after another he picked up the many rings lying about and rubbed
them. When nothing happened, he put them carefully to one side, and picked up
the next. Minutes passed, and then hours, the pile of tested rings grew, and the
number of untested rings shrank. Aladdin's arms ached from the exercise, and his
stomach rumbled from hunger. But the thought of the riches he and his mother
could enjoy if he escaped kept him going, and eventually -

BANG! PUFF!

A genie stood before him.

"Get me out of here," he snapped, not waiting to make a mistake like before, not
even waiting for the genie to speak. He just had time to grab the lamp before he
felt himself being whisked into the air, and a few seconds later, he landed in
his own bedroom. He ran down to find his mother and tell her all his adventures.
Not finding her downstairs, he ran up to her bedroom, and there, to his horror,
found her in bed with Uncle Abenarzar! He rubbed the ring and the genie
appeared.

"Get him out of here," he told it, pointing at his uncle. The unfortunate man
found himself lifted in invisible arms and transported far from the shores of
China. The genie bowed, and disappeared. Aladdin took one look at the naked body
of his mother, spread before him, and jumped on top of her. His mother did not
even realise that Abenarzar had gone before another cock took its place in her
cunt. Her rhythm hardly disturbed, her hips continued to thrash and Aladdin
came, his mother skilfully milking his fluids from him.

"Phew, Abenarzar, that was the best yet," she exclaimed. Then she opened her
eyes.

"Get off!" she cried. "I told you we must never do that again."

"Mother," said Aladdin, pressing his fingers to her lips to quieten her. "Mother
- we can do exactly what we want now. We are rich!" It took some time to explain
to her what had happened, and even more time for her to wear the ring, and
summon the genie, bidding it to produce food, and then drink, to create jewels
and money, and summon up rich silk dresses for her. At last, she was satisfied,
sated, and sexy. Dressed in her new finery, she fell on her knees before her
son. Drawing down his trousers to his knees, she took his limp cock between her
lips and started to suck. It soon became erect, and as it grew it slid between
her lips, into her mouth.

As his excitement grew, Aladdin had an idea. Taking his mother's hand, he rubbed
the ring, and the genie of the appeared.

"Fetch me the lamp," Aladdin ordered, and soon the lamp was in his hand. He
rubbed it, and the genie of the lamp appeared. Aladdin whispered urgently to
them both. He and his mother were wafted onto the nearby bed, where the fellatio
continued. The genie of the ring slipped behind Aladdin's mother, and took her
from behind. The genie of the lamp massaged Aladdin's balls, even as his mother
sucked his cock, while offering her own sweetly perfumed cunt to his mouth. Such
delights do not last long, and the tangle of bodies on the bed was soon panting
and moaning as they came. Such was the enjoyment experienced by the genie of the
lamp that she changed her mind about not being Aladdin's slave!

Aladdin and his mother moved from the poor house he had been born in into a huge
new house, recently vacated by a rich merchant's widow. They settled into their
new way of life, in which there was nothing they could not afford, with the two
genies available to spice up their sex lives. And so they continued, in great
happiness and sexual fulfilment, until the Princess of the land heard of their
great wealth, and asked them to the Palace to meet them. Aladdin went, saw, and
was conquered. Love at first sight!

The emperor, impoverished by his last war, was only too happy to encourage a
match between his daughter, known for her expensive tastes, and this rich young
man, and a date for the wedding was announced. Aladdin's mother, however, was
not so sure. She currently had all she wanted - money, position, and a ready
supply of satisfying sex. She had a lot to lose. So when Abenarzar re-appeared,
weary after his long walk, but ready with a proposition, she was ready to
listen. Abenarzar was not ready to talk, however, until she was in bed with him.

His cock comfortably inserted in her cunt, he began to speak - of what he would
do if he had the lamp, and how he would make her empress, and ruler of all the
land. He had only to twitch his cock to send shivers of pleasure through her
body and suspension of disbelief through her mind. The plot was laid, and needed
only the wedding before it could go into action.

The wedding of Aladdin and his princess was remembered for many years, and was
an event of great finery and richness, paid for by Aladdin, which fitted the
image the emperor wanted his subjects to have of him. But at last the ceremony
was over, and Aladdin was almost alone with his princess in a remote part of the
palace. Silent he watched as her handmaids undressed her, revealing her body to
him very slowly. Almost naked, she turned her back on him, and they removed the
last of her garments. Still with her back to him, so all he could see was her
wonderful arse, she walked to the bed and lay down on her stomach. One of the
handmaidens picked up a phial of oil, while the others withdrew.

The remaining handmaiden poured some of the oil onto her hands and prepared to
rub it into the princess's back. Aladdin stood and ordered the servant to go.
Reluctantly, she left, and Aladdin picked up the phial of sweetly scented oil.
He poured some onto the small of the princess's back, making her wriggle as the
cold oil flowed over her body. Then he knelt beside her and started to massage
her. Starting at her shoulder blades, he spread the oil over her body, rubbing
it in evenly all over. Then he began to pay special attention to her arse - her
lovely rounded buttocks - but carefully avoiding the cleft between. Eventually
he tired of this, beautiful as her back was, and indicated she should turn over.

Reluctantly she did so, shielding her breasts from his view with one arm, and
covering the area between her legs with her other hand. He looked down at her
modest pose, smiling gently, and then lifted the arm from her breasts. She
shivered when he poured the cold oil over them, but as it warmed up under his
hands, and as the oil spread, making her nipples come erect, she began to smile
back, feeling more comfortable. His hands moved further down her body, pausing
for a moment at her navel, and then rubbing the oil into the V shaped patch of
hair at the top of her legs. Then he slipped a finger down between her tightly
clamped legs, gently teasing them apart.

Soon he felt her clitoris, tiny, but growing a little longer and a little more
erect under his touch. Down slipped his finger again, and into the mouth of her
cunt. Inside he soon felt resistance, and now he was so erect and so excited he
was able to wait no longer. Quickly he mounted her, pushing her legs fully open
with his knees. A hand went down between them to steer his cock, now dripping
pre-cum, to the entrance to her little love tunnel. He took a deep breath,
paused, and plunged.

His princess gave a cry as her cunt was ravaged, and as her hymen was pierced.
He gave a grunt as his cock slipped down her tunnel, and then he thrust away,
quickly coming to his climax with no thought for her pleasure. A few grunts, a
few strokes, and his cock spurted. Off he rolled, and off he went to sleep. When
he awoke, later that night, he was much more gentle, playing with her clitoris
with his spit- moistened finger, arousing her, giving her a hint of the pleasure
she might be able to feel. His entry into her cunt was much slower, this time,
and although she did not cum, her loving thoughts towards him returned, and she
almost enjoyed the experience.

Next morning she awoke, early, and looked at his face as he still slept deeply.
Outside she heard the cries of the street vendors, and rising above them a new
cry, one she had never heard before.

"New lamps for old! New lamps for old!"

Here was a way for her to return his love and generosity, she thought. She could
exchange that scruffy old lamp which he treasured so much for a nice, shiny new
one. She rose carefully and quickly dressed. Leaving her new husband sleeping,
she grabbed the old lamp which even then, on his wedding night, he had kept
close by him, and made her way into the street. There she saw a bent old man,
shrouded in a cloak, pushing a barrow. Hanging around it were shiny new lamps,
winking and flashing in the bright, early morning sunlight. In the depths of the
barrow were many old, dull and dented lamps.

The princess lost no time in stopping the old man and handing the lamp to him.
He examined it briefly, but suspiciously, and then tossed it into the barrow.
Handing her his biggest and most shiny new lamp, he croaked

"Bless you, my dear"

as she walked away. Had she looked behind her, she would have seen the barrow
abandoned in the middle of the road, and the old man, his body now mysteriously
straightened, dancing away down the street, Aladdin's lamp waving over his head.
But she was in too much of a hurry to return to her new husband. Back in their
room, she placed the shiny new lamp on the table at his side of the bed, threw
off her clothes, and pulled back the sheets. She snuggled against Aladdin's
side, and he awoke. Gathering her in his arms, he kissed her, and then began a
journey of exploration around her body, turning her this way and that according
to his whim, planting kisses wherever the fancy took him. To all this she
submitted meekly, as a good wife should, but also with enjoyment. Then he pulled
away, lay on his back with his hands behind his head and waited. Suddenly she
knew what he wanted - he wanted her to initiate something. She hesitated,
kissing his mouth hungrily while she thought.

Slowly she slid down his body, giving little feather-light kisses as she went,
until her lips were poised over his throbbing shaft. She took a deep breath,
aware that their new relationship was about to take a new turn. Then she lowered
her head and took the end of his cock into her mouth. At first, the bitter,
salty taste made her want to gag, but she persisted. She lowered her head,
taking in more of his cock, and then raised it, letting it almost slip right
out. Down and up again, and she was rewarded by the touch of his hands on her
head, gentle, stroking. Down and up, down and up, and she heard him moan with
pleasure. Down and up, down, and she felt his hips push up to meet her, up, and
he pulled away. A mutual rhythm established, the pleasuring went on for some
minutes. Then a change. His movements became more urgent, and his hands pressed
her head down harder on the down stroke, and only reluctantly let her come back
up.

Although her knowledge of sex was limited, she knew, instinctively, that she
should pull away now and let him come inside her in the usual way. But when she
tried to pull her head right back to release his cock, his hands became less
gentle, holding her head down and stopping her from pulling back. And his hips
moved up more, and his cock no longer fitted her mouth, having to find room for
itself in the back of her throat. She just had time to feel the veins up the
side of it began to pulse and throb, and then it exploded, filling her mouth
with his seed. As a good, dutiful wife should, she swallowed, careful not to
loose a drop.

Aladdin woke from a deep, relaxing, post-coital, post- fellatial sleep. Hungry,
he reached for his lamp to summon the genie - and breakfast. Horrified, he sat
up. The lamp was gone! His wife woke, happily sated and content, and smiled when
she realised what was troubling him. She reached over and proudly handed him the
new lamp she had obtained.

With a roar of anger, he snatched it from her, and used it to kill her with a
single blow to the head. Then he rubbed the ring, and bade the genie transport
him far away. He spent the rest of his days happily pursuing any woman who could
be bought - for great wealth he still had from the genie of the ring - and lived
happily ever after.