Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Veronica finally decides to try one of those dating services, and they do make
her into a successful date -- several men, including her boss and ex-husband
try her out and pronounce her one hell of a hot time.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
Veronica waddled gingerly up the three steps to the front door that afternoon when she got home and let herself in. Sammy was already in the kitchen, fixing dinner. "Hi, sweetie," she sighed, trying to not let her discomfort show.
"Hi, Mom," he called. "I'm fixing some pasta. It's almost ready. And then I need to run over to Barry's house at 7:00."
"Okay, honey." She went to her bedroom and changed clothes. There was a trace of blood in the back of her panties despite her "evening exercises." She realized now that she had been stretching her anus every night for them when she stuck her fingers up her butt and squeezed as she slept. All the better whore to be.
Bastards!
She gently walked back out to the kitchen and sat on one hip. Sammy immediately noticed the change in her rhythm of walking and looked a question at her.
"I'm sorry, honey. I whined and wheedled and annoyed my boss today until he finally got tired of it and rammed his dick up my butt" -- this was what she COULDN'T say. "I have a little bit of an upset stomach," she said instead.
"Okay," he nodded. "Is pasta all right? Or I could fix you something else?"
"Pasta will be fine, sweetie."
He served it up and they began eating.
"Will you be here tomorrow and Sunday? I'd like to start spring cleaning this weekend." As she was discovering, she had no control over her body or even her mind, thanks to these EZ Dating people. The house, at least, was one thing she could still keep control over. She knew she should be doing something that was somehow more important, but what was there that she could do? She knew that she couldn't leave town, not if she didn't want to become lust-crazed in front of her son. She wouldn't see Engel again until Monday -- at least she prayed that neither he nor Doug would make any housecalls this weekend. Her one hope in defying them lay in collecting the words of that secret phrase, and until then there wasn't much that she could do but obey them when she was with them and try to keep from collapsing into the shame when she was alone. That meant keeping busy so that she wouldn't dwell on the shame, and maybe she could make herself feel better by at least maintaining order in the house when she couldn't even in her own mind.
"Sure, Mom."
A couple minutes passed where there was just the sound of chewing.
"Hope Barry wasn't TOO upset about me confiscating his trophy last night."
Samuel blushed dark red. "You were, uhm ... right to do what you did. I don't know what came over us. I mean, we both know better than to stick somebody's used panties in our mouths."
"You didn't ACTUALLY--"
"NO! No. I didn't. But Barry did."
Veronica breathed a sigh of relief. At least Sammy hadn't ... tasted ... his mother's ... juices, though Barry had, the little prick.
"Samuel ... uhm ...." How could she ask this? "Last night with the, uhm ... panties ...." Her son was grimacing and almost maroon now, but she needed to ask this, so she hurried through it. "Honey, I know there's a lot of vulgar stuff out there for young men these days -- magazines, pornographic videos, the internet, those dirty stories by that depraved author Jafar. You don't, uhm ... partake of ...."
"No!" his voice cracked. "No. I'm no smut addict. I'm ... I'm waiting for the right girl."
"Oh, good," she sighed. "Barry just spooked me a little with his behavior last night."
"Barry can just be a jerk sometimes, Mom."
He sure could -- stealing her soaked panties off the bathroom floor while she was too busy whimpering as she was bent over, getting stuffed. "But that's why we love him." She gave a forced chuckle.
"Yeah," Samuel forced a chuckle too.
The unusual mother-son conversation trailed off into several moments of uncomfortable silence.
"Well, it's close to 7:00."
"You go, sweetie. I'll clean up the dishes."
"Thanks, Mom." He kissed her on the cheek and headed out.
As he drove to KC's house, thoughts simmered through his head. He would like to do what he told his mother -- to just wait for the right girl. But every girl he brought home had never been good enough for his mother. She found this or that wrong with every one of them, or some reason that he shouldn't see them anymore. And he had always trusted his mother's judgment, but ... here he was, 21 and still had never ....
And here he was, sneaking over to spend time with a girl that he thought was nice, to help her study. And he had to sneak around to do it.
This ... really just wasn't fair to him.
He didn't want to have a huge fight with his mother, but he was getting older and she needed to get used to the idea of him dating young women. He was already years behind everyone else in his age group.
And she just needed to ... deal with it.
And, besides, she sure had no room to talk, with the creeps SHE had been going out with lately!
He was still getting worked up about that when he pulled into KC's driveway. He walked up and knocked, and KC answered.
"Oh, hi!" she enthused, "Thank you SO much for helping me, Sammy!" She was barefoot, in terrycloth shorts and a lavender T-shirt. "My roommate's out, but I invited two other friends over to help us study. Come on in." Sammy followed her to her den. "I think you already know Rosie and Suzie."
Rosanna Martinez was the pretty math professor here from the University of Mexico City -- Sammy's teacher for Calc 2. Susan Mills was the perky blonde professor for KC's algebra class.
"Uhm, Professor Martinez and Professor Mills ... hi."
"Oh, call me Rosie, silly," Professor Martinez said in her faint Hispanic accent. "I was just brushing Suzie's hair here, telling her how pretty she is. Isn't she pretty, Samuel?"
Professor Suzie Mills was sitting in front of Rosie, her knees pulled up toward her chest, her arms wrapped around them. "She's giving me GOOSE flash!" she giggled. "She REALLY knows how to brush hair!"
"It must be done sensually," Rosie purred.
Oh ... wow ....
After the incident in the elevator this afternoon, Veronica needed to make sure she wouldn't go frigging-crazy (literally) when she tried to assemble Engel's words from the cassette tape into the phrase that she hoped would free her. She didn't think so -- it hadn't kicked in when she spent the night teasing the phrase out of her memory. But she needed to make sure.
She had only caught two major words today and maybe a couple minor ones, but she sat at the kitchen table with her microcassette and regular cassette recorder and spliced the words onto the second tape with full intent, as though she were reassembling the full final phrase.
No diddling madness. Thank God.
She found that she had most of the little words: "to", "be", "with", "and" and "of". That left just five more words: "pussies", "lust", "heads", "drained" and "hate".
And her cunt didn't take over once as she spliced them or as she played the spliced-together version.
So the programming to keep her from leaving or going to the police was specific enough to have loopholes, at least.
But if she made a plan to go to the police ... what if she did it without deliberation?
She stood and picked up the phone without further thought and pressed 0. She would ask to be connected to the police and--
OH ...
She dropped to her knees and banged the phone back into the receiver.
GOD!
She tore her clothes off her bottom half, plunged her fingers desperately into herself and began working them like crazy.
Oh, FUCK!
Over the next thirty minutes, she lay on her back, her fingers frigging madly but not bringing relief, and pushed her way back toward her bedroom, leaving a trail of pussy-drool on the carpet.
Once in her bedroom, she focused enough to open a dresser drawer and pull out the Purple Avenger. During and after the divorce, when the stress would build up too much, she sought sexual relief and had finally purchased a vibrator.
She screamed and bucked mindlessly when she plunged it into herself and set it to humming.
Thank God! The batteries were still good!
"Ohgod fuck me ... ohgod fuck me ... ohgod fuck me ...," she chanted as she desperately tried to smother her little purple friend with her cunt.
"... and they cancel out and you're left with y equals four x. Make sense?" Suzie sighed.
"Yeah," KC nodded.
"Then why won't you apply it?" she sighed again.
"Hungh?"
"KC, you answer each question wrong and when I explain, you say you understand. But then you turn around and miss the next one. You're not going to pass the test this way."
"I just--"
"You need to motivate yourself. Now, you either want to pass this test, or you don't. And if you don't, you shouldn't be wasting our time."
"I DO want to pass it! I just ...."
"I know how to motivate you, little girl," Rosie said in her Hispanic accent, a faint smile on her lips. The other three turned to look at her. "You will answer the next question correctly ... or you will remove your blouse."
"What?!" Suzie scowled. "We can't-- ! She's a student!"
"She is over eighteen, is she not?"
"But she's a student! We're her professors. We can't--"
"Hush, Suzie."
"But--"
"Hush. Samuel ...."
Did she want him to-- "I can't--"
"Samuel."
"But--"
"State a problem, Samuel."
Rosie was looking at him with knowing eyes, KC with eager eyes and Suzie with nervous eyes. "Uhm ... two y equals six x."
"You, uhm, cancel the two out of both sides," KC replied, "leaving y equals three x?"
"That's ... right," Suzie nodded, breathing relief that she wasn't going to have a student going topless. That just didn't seem--
"But that was too easy," Rosie purred. "Give me the book, Samuel."
"I can--"
"Samuel, hand me the textbook," she repeated sternly.
He yielded the book to the pretty professor, and she flipped a couple pages.
"Okay, KC. 24 y plus 32 equals 6 x minus 78. Solve for y."
KC scribbled for a few moments on a scrap of paper. "Uhm, y equals x divided by four?"
Suzie visibly stiffened.
"Go ahead ...," Rosie whispered in Suzie's ear, "tell her."
Suzie swallowed. "Uh, KC ... you can't just throw the constants away. First you cancel 32 from each side, leaving 24 y equals 6 x minus 46."
"Uhm, professor?" Samuel raised his hand.
"Yes, Samuel?"
"Actually, you SUBTRACT 32 from each side, so 24 y equals 6 x minus 110."
Suzie's eyes flicked as she double-checked her math. "Shit," she whispered.
"So she's wrong too!" KC jumped on that. "She has to remove her blouse too!"
"Oh, no," Suzie shook her head. That was ridiculous.
"Yes, she has to too!" KC demanded. "Look, *I'M* doing it!" She peeled of her t-shirt.
"KC, don't! Put your shirt back on!"
"Take yours off!"
"I'm your professor. I simply CANNOT do anything like that." What was the girl thinking?!
"You ARE her professor," Rosie purred as she moved her hand to lightly trace her fingers along Suzie's neck, "so you must set a good example for her and keep your word."
"But I didn't GIVE my word!"
"Alas, I gave the word for both of us," Rosie sighed.
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"No, I couldn't possibly--" Suzie shook her head. That was ridiculous.
"Suzie," Rosie took control of the situation again.
"No! That is absurd!"
"Suzie, your blouse."
"I-- this is--"
Rosie just stared at her.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Suzie rolled her eyes and muttered as she unbuttoned.
"You too, KC," Rosie reminded the young girl.
She was already unbuttoning.
Samuel could ... not ... believe ... this! Here he was, seeing a cheerleader in her bra! And a PROFESSOR in HER bra too!
"Next question," Rosie asked the bra-clad student, "Two thirds x--"
"No," KC declared.
"No, what?" Rosie sighed.
"No, it's our turn. You and Suzie asked me a question. Now Sammy and I get to ask you a question. And if you can't answer it correctly ... you and Professor Mills have to kiss. With tongue."
The two teachers looked at each other.
"No WAY!" Suzie howled.
"I accept your challenge," Rosie nodded.
"What?! We CAN'T!"
"Calm down, little Suzie," Rosie told her peer as she slid next to her and laid her hands on her shoulders to lightly massage. "We are math professors. We will answer correctly."
KC took the textbook and handed it to Samuel. "Okay, pick a question, Sammy. And if they can't answer it, they'll French."
Rosie smiled at him. "Go ahead, Sammy."
If they missed it, they would ... oh, WOW! His hands trembling slightly, he began flipping pages. "Uh, the definite integral from zero to e of sin y two cos x squared equals x pi dx dx. Solve for y."
"Oh, Sammy, that's a HARD one," Rosie chewed on a fingernail.
"Y-yeah. Can you ... answer it?"
Rosie shrugged. "Four?"
Suzie gasped. "Rosie!"
Samuel shook his head.
"Oh, well." Rosie leaned toward the blonde teacher.
"What?! No! We can't possib-- mmmmmphtth!" She was muffled by the other woman's tongue in her mouth. She wriggled a few moments, then settled down and even moaned slightly when Rosie's hand crept up to cup her boob through her bra.
"Don't swoon, Sammy," KC chuckled.
"H-hungh?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the two tonguing teachers.
"You're looking pretty intently there. It's just two women playing tonsil hockey. Don't pass out and miss the rest of the fun."
"I ... I won't ...," he slowly turned his head to look at her. Ohgod! She had removed her bra! And was BARING her .... "K ... C ... ?"
"Yes?" she giggled. And jiggled.
"You're ... you're ...."
"I am, aren't I?"
"We, uh ... we need to go now," the blonde teacher said as the two broke their kiss. "We're going to ... go back to my place," she said, pulling on her blouse but not bothering to button it. Good luck on the, uhm ... test, KC." She zoned out as Rosie nibbled at her neck, then wriggled excitedly. "And don't worry," she whispered as she walked briskly with the other teacher to toward the door. "I'll pass you anyway."
"Do you have toys?" Rosie asked her.
"T-toys?"
"I want to fill you up ...."
"Oooooh ...," Suzie sighed an octave higher than normal and the two stepped outside.
"I ... I should go too," Samuel stood, even with an obvious bulge.
"Go whack off, you mean," KC stood too. "Wait a second," she grinned, pressing Samuel back up against a wall and reaching inside his pants. "Oooooh! You're HARD!"
He let her unbuckle and unzip him, then slowly pump him. "KC--," he breathed, "I ...."
"I show you a good time, don't I, Sammy?"
"Oh, yeah!" he nodded. Where else would he see two female professors -- one in her bra -- neck?! With tongue!
"You REALLY like spending time with me, don't you?"
"Y-yeah!"
"What your mother denies you," she whispered and sped up her pumping tempo, "I ... give you ...."
Samuel tensed and grunted as he unloaded into her palm. After several seconds, he stopped trembling and opened his eyes.
Maintaining eye contact, with a naughty smile, KC brought her hand to her mouth and licked the pearly goo out of her palm.
"Mmmmmm ...," she closed her eyes and sighed. "Thank you!" Another deep breath. "Now you can go, Samuel Wilson. But you want to see me again tomorrow night, don't you?"
"I ... I can't. I promised my mother to help spring clean this weekend."
"Can't she spare you for the evenings?"
"When she cleans, she really cleans."
"How about Monday, then?"
"Yeah! But ... I think I need to check that she doesn't need me. I-- I want to see you, but--"
"Of course you do. You want me to show you more of a good time, don't you?"
"Yeah ...."
"Plan to spend Monday night with me, then. See you then."
"B-bye."
Wow.
Samuel was in awe of how quickly things can change. He was still a virgin, but a lot less of one than earlier tonight!
He had a hard-on again, just thinking about KC staring him in the eyes as she brought her fistful of his cum to her mouth and licked it out of her palm.
"What your mother denies you ... I ... give you ...," KC had said.
He couldn't believe it. He was one step further away from being a virgin. If he stayed with KC, he might not be one at all soon ....
Wow!
He pulled in his driveway, then headed into the house. The kitchen light was on, but the rest of the house was dark. Had his mother already gone to bed? He stepped into the kitchen, but she wasn't out there. He poured a glass of milk and drank it as he pulled the shades, almost stepping on a microcassette on the floor. Thinking it must have fallen out of his backpack from where he taped some of his classes for notes, he picked it up, then filled his glass with water and set it in the sink.
He was no longer a handjob virgin!
And he had seen Professor Mills in her bra! French kissing Professor Martinez! Freaking wow!
And KC's eyes as she ... licked his spunk!
He needed to touch himself so bad he didn't know what to do.
He walked up the hall and leaned into the dark of his mother's room to whisper, "I'm home. Good night."
"Nngg!" she moaned, but Sammy was already heading into his own room to strip and masturbate.
Veronica came down from her sexual frenzy about 3:00 A.M. She was sprawled on the floor, clothes torn off, legs splayed, the Purple Avenger still buried inside herself, droning his sexual theme song.
She pulled the tired little guy out of her, turned him off and sat up. What time was it?
3:00 A.M.?!
She pulled on a robe and stepped up the hall to look in Sammy's room. He was in there, sleeping.
Had he seen her?! All ... CRAZED and ... ohgod!
But no. If he had, he wouldn't have gone to bed. He would have stayed up with her, worried about her.
Thank God! And thank God she tried her call-the-police experiment when Sammy was out! She shuddered to think how it could have been if ....
This had come much closer to coming apart, to destroying the home she had built, than she was comfortable with!
Sighing relief, she headed back to her bedroom. Her crotch, of course, was still calling to her -- she had pumped pussy all night long, trying to wring out an orgasm to bring relief. But it had been futile. She just needed and NEEDED, but nothing would quench ....
She dropped her robe, piled into bed and stuck her finger up her hole a little more in empty hope that she might cum ... even just a little ....