TOMMY TAKES CHARGE

BY KENNA

[ part 1 ]

Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him. He'd been pretending to be a super spy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ. He had been staring at the female spy he trapped with his brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large unusual insect.

"YEEOWW!" he let out before he remembered spies didn't react to pain. He slapped at the bug, reducing it to a smear on his arm, making the new species extinct with one blow. Yet, already the modified DNA was in him, dashing through his blood to find its place in his body.

“What was that, Tommy?” asked Susanna, her voice suddenly worried. Playing the role of trapped female spy, the 12-year-old was tied to a tree and blindfolded. Tommy didn’t know a thing about the girl – where she lived, what grade she was in, or even if she went to school. From the dirty, shabby clothes and her unkempt appearance, he assumed she was from the poor side of town. He never saw her except for their weekly, clandestine tie-up games in the swamp where they’d met a few months ago.

She let him tie her to the tree, though she was always fully clothed. He had learned to tie the ropes to accentuate her small, braless tits and slender waist. Though he’d stolen a few kisses, she complained whenever his hands touched her, even in safe places like her waist or shoulders. It frustrated him, but he’d go home and use the mental image of her tied to the tree as inspiration for masturbation.

Now, Tommy looked up to see her struggling divinely against the ropes. It made him excited to see her body pull at the rope. “Awww, it was nothing,” he said bravely. “Just a bug and I got him.”

“Oh,” said Susanna, relaxing again.

Tommy liked it better the other way. “Oh, no,” he said, making up an imaginary swarm. “There’s a whole bunch of them.” He was glad she was blindfolded because he could stare at her body as she writhed uncomfortably. But, it was getting late, so he had to untie her and they went their separate ways.

He stepped through the screen door, seeing his mother in the kitchen. She was young looking, no older than 32. He'd been a high school pregnancy, but dad had done his best to look after them. Until the accident last year, that is.

"Hi ya, Mom," he announced. She spotted him cradling the arm, shooting a worried glance his way. Saturdays, she wasn't working. She watched over him much more closely when she was home. Today being Saturday, she fairly fawned over the injury.

"What did you do?" she asked, quickly rushing to check him.

"Oh, it's nothing. A bug bit me.” She held him and examined the damage anyway. She kissed his forehead. “But he got his just desserts,” he added. “Pow!” he felt a little dizzy as he got himself worked up again.

"Where did this happen?"

"Out in the woods, close to the swamp. It'll be okay, really."

"I thought I told you to stay away from the old chemical dump."

"Aw, Mom. It's just a little bite. It'll heal."

"Just the same, I should spank you. You're just a little old for that now, a 12-year-old is difficult for me without your father.” A tear formed at the corner of her eye.

"I miss Dad, too. Love ya, Mom."

"Yes, I know," she wiped her eyes. "I'm going out tonight, Tommy. That nice young lady, Lisa, will be sitting you tonight."

"Aw, I don't need a sitter. You just said I'm getting older. Really, Mom!” Not that he really minded Lisa. She was always a thrill, a real looker in his opinion. Still, he could put one of his carefully husbanded videotapes on if he had the opportunity.

"I can't take any chances, young man. She'll be here by six. You had better behave, too.” She tousled his hair and returned to the chore he interrupted.

Play acting spy completely forgotten; he wandered up to his room. Closing the door, he pulled out the cache of magazines he concealed from his mother. He wondered if mom was anything like the women in these books. He knew Lisa just had to be. After a satisfying period of 'reading', he realized it was almost time for Lisa to arrive. He didn't want to miss seeing her, even if it meant having her boss him around. He stepped into the bathroom to straighten himself up before she got there. His eyes flashed back at him in the mirror with a low red glow. A trick of the light probably.

He concentrated on recalling an image of Lisa. Lisa was just starting college this fall. She was as pretty as the women in his reading collection. She had long smooth legs giving her almost 5'8" of height, a soft round chest, and an attractive face to die for. It was almost the perfect oval shape, brown eyes, chiseled nose and her mouth arranged better than anyone else he'd ever seen. Her lips were sensuous, almost always in an anxious tasty pout. Her lovely dark hair was soft to the touch whenever he'd had the chance. She’d been sitting for him for several years and he’d always thought she was pretty. It was just in the last year, since he’d entered puberty, that he’d started to think of her in sexual terms.

"TOMMY!" came his mother's voice. He scrambled down the stairs.

His mother stood at the front door with Lisa. Mom was looking nice, too. Her hair was in a French Braid, and she had a short skirt showing her legs to good effect. And a low cut blouse showed more of her tits than he’d realized his mom had.

Tommy gulped, then looked at Lisa. Mom and Lisa were chatting, settling accounts in advance. Lisa was wearing jeans, hiding the beautiful legs he admired so often. But her chest was in a revealing light blue halter, nipples almost showing through, and a cleavage that left him with a lump in his throat. Her black hair rolled in a curve just over her shoulders, bouncing with her bobbing head as she agreed with Mom.

"I'll be back late, Tommy. Mr. Brucci is taking me to a movie after dinner.” She waved. Tommy stared at his own mother's tight tush as she wagged it going down the walk. He hadn't noticed how nicely shaped mom was before. She must want to do something with Mr. Brucci tonight.

"Okay, Tommy. I'm going to watch TV for a while, do you need anything?” Lisa’s sweet tones were musical to Tommy.

"Uh, no," he locked his eyes on her big browns. He tried to use his regular excuse to hang around her. He didn't want to just slip back upstairs with his favorite daydream here. "It would be nice if we could do something though, like maybe a quick card game?"

Lisa glazed over for a moment, her face suddenly blank. Then she smiled and nodded. "Yes, a card game would be nice wouldn't it? Let's get the cards.” She walked over to the cabinet where mom kept the cards.

Huh? This was strange. The request was almost a ritual, he asks, she smiles and says no. She usually told him to go do kid stuff until mom came home. The smile almost always made him melt, injured by rejection. But this time she said yes. Surprised, perhaps even stunned by her willingness, Tommy squatted down in the living room. The rug there was soft, and great for playing cards. Besides, if he could figure out a way to get her to neck, it was pretty nice to lie down on, too.

Lisa came back, deck of cards in hand. She didn't seem too disturbed by the slight change in her plans. She crossed her legs as she sat, her full breasts bobbing in their halter as she moved. She seemed oblivious to the effect her movements had on Tommy. Every little twitch those nodding melons made caused another twitch in his groin.

"Ohhh," Tommy mumbled.

"Are you all right?" Lisa's concern was genuine. She knew how rough being sick was on kids with their parents out. Tommy's crush on her didn’t bother her, but if he got ill she knew the evening would be pretty rough.

"I'm fine," he quickly responded, striving not to stare at her tits. He wanted her to think of him as manly, not sickly. He sat up a bit straighter, puffing out his chest a bit.

Lisa dealt cards, and they began to play rummy. Tommy had an odd feeling. Every time he caught her eyes, she did something resembling a double take. He was at a loss as to why. It was rather bizarre she agreed to play so quickly. Blinking, he remembered his eyes flashing red in the mirror.

He decided to perform an experiment, to see if his suggestion carried more weight with her when she was looking straight at him. "You really should discard the ace of spades," he suggested the next time she looked directly at him. He knew she had the card; she seemed to know he wanted it. A slight blank look was followed by a light nod. The next card she dropped was the requested spade. Tommy's jaw dropped as he picked it up, making a winning meld. She looked somewhat disgusted, displeased she'd dropped the hand so foolishly.

"Um," he caught her eyes again. He struggled for a way to take advantage of this odd behavior. He felt he could almost see the red glow reflected in her pupils, "How about we play strip rummy?"

She shook off the enticing pull. Then she looked at the cards. "I… I think we should stick with regular rummy. My boyfriend wouldn’t like it. Your mother wouldn't approve.” She couldn't understand why the suggestion was so intriguing. She really didn't think it was a good idea to feed his obsession of her.

He again drew her eyes to his own. "You really want to look more deeply at my eyes," he whispered, audible enough she would hear him, but not loud. He tried to sound like that guy in the Dracula flick, the one with seductive hypnotic powers. He figured seduction needed a deeper voice.

"I, yes... Your eyes are very deep. ” She had blanked over. She was lost in the hazy red pools she saw.

He was amazed. He remembered reading about hypnosis. Suddenly he could do it to Lisa. She put up only the mildest resistance. What had the restrictions he'd read about this been? Who cared, as long as he could control Lisa now? He really wanted to get her out of those clothes. "When you look away again, you will forget your boyfriend."

"I'll forget Roger, yes. Yes.” She nodded without taking her eyes off him.

He grinned, internally knowing she was really under some kind of spell. A spell he cast in some mysterious manner. How was beyond his understanding, but he wasn't going to throw away a perfect opportunity. "You needn't worry about mother. She'd be happy to know you like me."

"Yes. Happy.” Lisa was entranced, her normally sweet voice somehow without any fire to it now.

"You'd like to play strip rummy with me."

"I'd... no, no, it's wrong! I would like...” she tried to shake her head, but remained locked on his eyes.

"You'd like to play strip rummy with me," he reiterated.

"I'd like to play strip rummy with you," she conceded, seemingly surprised at her own reluctance a moment earlier.

"When I look away, you'll still do as I say, won't you?"

"Yesss.” Her eyes remained blank, transfixed upon him. He glanced away, giving her a moment to catch her self-awareness again. She snapped to pretty fast, and picked up the cards as though this was entirely her own idea. "Okay, here's the way it'll work," she said smiling, "every won hand is one piece of clothing, right?"

"Sounds good to me.” Tommy just grinned, knowing he was about to see wonders about Lisa he'd only dreamed of before. He wondered about those nipples poking the fabric of her halter. He longed to just strip her down, but it seemed better this way.

"You deal," she said.

Soon the first hand fell to Tommy. Lisa, without hesitation, pulled off a shoe. The second hand was Lisa's, he lost a shoe. Next was his, then another. Soon she was down to her halter and jeans. Only his pants remained for Tommy. As the next hand fell to him, Lisa blushed. Considering what to remove, she decided the jeans were next. She stood up. Tucking her thumbs in the waist of the jeans, she pulled them out a bit and unbuttoned them. Then she undid the zipper, sliding the tongue down slowly, watching Tommy's reaction. She pulled out one incredible long leg at a time, showing the sleek muscles she'd developed running, displaying the sweet curves of her calves to great effect. Tommy's eyes followed the luscious form up to the pink panties, wisps of curly hairs peeking out the edges. "Like my legs?” she asked.

He nodded. He reached out to touch the legs, but she slapped him away. "Hey, this is a looking game, not a touching game."

Pouting, he sulked a moment, then realized he controlled the rules. He could change them anytime he wanted. He decided to wait; those bound up breasts were just one hand of rummy away. He enjoyed the slow method of getting her down to her bare skin. "You deal," he said.

He lost this time, shedding his pants, leaving only white underwear. He felt a little embarrassed since he didn't know what girls liked to see, but he was determined to continue. The next hand was his. Paradise would soon be revealed, those bounding boobs were to come out of the suggestive halter at last. Lisa stood again, turning her back to him, peering over one shoulder. She was very slow in finding the bowknots for the bottom of the halter. Then with one hand holding the clothes still in place, she undid the bowknot behind her neck. She turned, arms holding the covering in place. She grinned and pulled it away. "Wheee!" she squealed with the sudden release of her well-rounded tits. She was wildly enjoying stripping, his suggestion settling into her as her own idea.

Tommy couldn't help but stare now. This was as close as he'd ever been to real live naked tits before. The knobby little nipples were erect from the sudden chill and the flesh was rolling a little with Lisa’s movements. She shook them a bit, just to watch his attempt to follow the motion. "Take off your panties too," he said.

"Oh no, the game's not over yet," she replied.

"Yes, it is. Take them off."

"I, no, I...” She turned around again, struggling with herself. His control settled in place and she responded as commanded. Again she hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and this time carefully slid her panties down her legs. Her round bottom was exposed, showing itself in a heart like shape as she bent down. A handful of the curly hairs from her groin were visible at the slight crack in her legs while she was bent over.

"Wouldn't you like me to help you get off?"

"No. I think I should get dressed again and watch the news.” Tommy thought how silly it had been to let her make any decisions. He should know better. How was he going to take her? He thought of all those letters in his magazines upstairs. What did the women say they liked? Maybe she could fill in the right feelings if he only just got her hot. "You feel pretty horny. You need to get off, don't you?” Lisa began to sway a bit. Her eye hazed over a little. Differently this time though, as if the distraction came from within, rather than from him.

"Ohhh," she muttered. "Aaaah, ahhhh."

"You really want me to touch you. Ask me to touch you."

"Oh Tommy, I can't do that, I...” she shuddered with her own internal heat. Her eyes closed, she tucked her chin against her right shoulder. “Tommy, you better help me. I need you to touch me."

Tommy grinned. He reached forward for the slightly sweaty girl flesh before him. His hand touched the previously forbidden breasts, bringing a sudden jolt to the sitter before him. She opened her eyes real wide, then closed them as she leaned forward into his palm. He could feel the erect flesh, imagining it vibrating against his hand. In wonder and awe, he worshiped the two breasts with his hands and lips, never having the chance to touch real tits before. He stroked the soft pillowy mounds with great awe, to touch a real girl’s tits. It boggled his preteen mind.

Lisa shuddered with each caress. The contact was electric, every touch a spark of arousal. Her body was becoming glossy from her sweat. He stopped, certain he'd just wet the floor if he kept at it any longer.

"You will now go down on me. Take my prick in your mouth.” He'd read about this in the magazines he had hidden. Now he was going to feel the touch of her lips. He shook with nervous anticipation.

"I don't want that in my mouth, Tommy.” She remained resistant to his commands. He was struck deeply. Why wasn't she doing as ordered? He vaguely remembered something about people not doing things under hypnosis they wouldn't do when they were conscious. He tried to think of a way around it. Slowly, an idea came to him. He remembered spending one evening daydreaming of her blowing him after watching her suck on a Popsicle. She had sucked it in and out, teasing the ice treat with her tongue. He might have the solution to get her to go down.

"Kneel before me.” She dropped to her knees; he stood, only above her now because she knelt. He held his prick and directed her attention to it, "You see a Popsicle, a juicy sweet Popsicle. It's your favorite flavor. You want to suck the Popsicle, reach out and hold it; it’s not cold to your hands." Lisa brought both hands up to his cock. They wrapped around him, tightly, too tightly. "Ah, you need to hold this Popsicle gently," he worked in, "you can get more juice from it if you lightly squeeze up and down the Popsicle."

"Oh my.” Lisa appeared fascinated with her tasty looking treat.

"Now for fun, we'll call this Popsicle my prick, got it? But you know it’s really a Popsicle."

"I'm holding your prick."

"Would you like to suck my prick?"

"Very much, I like cold juicy pricks.” She slipped her lips over the tip of his cock, slowly sucking him into her mouth. Heavenly, was the first thought in his mind. "Mnnngffh!" she slurped. As she sucked, she ran her hand up and down his cock, jacking him off in her mouth the way she’d done with a couple of her boyfriends.

But, Tommy didn’t think that was right. He though she ought to use only her mouth. He got the idea to tie her hands behind her back, but that would take some time and he’d have to find some rope. Then the idea came to him. “Lisa, put your hands behind your back. It will be as if they are tied. Cross your wrists and you can’t take them apart until I tell you.”

“But, Tommy,” she argued. “I can’t take the prick all in my mouth.”

Tommy saw the logic to that argument. He needed stimulation up the whole length of his cock… so that’s why she was using her hands. Still, there was another solution. “Yes, you can,” said Tommy. “You like this prick so much you can take it all. You won’t gag on it. It tastes best if you get the whole thing in your mouth.”

“I can’t…” said Lisa.

“Yes… you… can,” said Tommy firmly. “Now try it.”

Lisa’s eyes showed her amazement as she slid the cock all the way down her throat. She pulled back and looked up at Tommy. “I can. I can do it,” she said excitedly.

“Now, put your hands behind your back,” said Tommy again, trapping the babysitter in imaginary bondage. With her hands out of the way, he had a clear view of those gorgeous tits.

She worked her tongue around the head of his cock, the same way she licked the Popsicle. Her lips, a soft pink-red, puckered over the tip again and again. He began to work in and out of her mouth, harder as she licked the cock he'd convinced her to suck. Suddenly, he could feel his heat rise, the pull of her mouth was too much. "AhHHHhHHH!" he grunted out. "OH YES!" The orgasm pulsed from his groin to the tip of his cock. He felt a flow of semen push into the girl before him. She swallowed, juicy liquid refreshing her with an imaginary ice flavor she alone knew. She continued to suck. "You can stop sucking my prick now."

"But it tastes so good," she said, licking again. The continued contact brought out additional stiffness he didn't expect. Usually when he played with himself while looking at the magazines, his prick went limp and stayed that way.

"You can lick it for another moment or two. Then you will get real hot for me to enter you."

"Oh, I don't..., yes, it would be real nice to have you inside me,” she acknowledged. Her tongue continued to wash his cock clean, catching every drop she believed she'd missed.

"Your hands are free now. Lie down for me," he said, "Show me how you masturbate."

She stretched out on the rug, looking enticingly at him. He could feel his own desire rising again within. He knelt beside her, watching her fingers, work into her cunt. One hand was playing with a nipple, pinching and pulling, rolling the darker pink flesh. She tried to lick her own nipple, successfully sucking it into her own mouth. "Ohhh, yesss," she mumbled a moment later, allowing her head to toss to the side then back again.

He moved between her widely spread thighs, and worked himself above her. She continued to masturbate, playing with the red swollen lips as furiously as possible. Her hips began to roll, swaying with the lust she apparently felt. "Help me inside you, Lisa.” He tried to pose his cock at her outer lips, but had no idea where the actual opening was. Lisa reached for his prick, and guided him into the snatch she offered up now. He plunged into the soft hole. The tight moistness was exhilarating. He would probably come immediately if he hadn't only just come in her mouth. She worked up a heaving rhythm against him, bucking so quickly he found it difficult to stay in her.

"Oh God, Tommy, I feel so fucking hot. Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me." And he did. Her twat, by now very wet, fit around him nicely. He pumped in unison with her motions. Her movements were becoming more and more frantic. "Ahh, Ahh, YESS, YESS, YESS!" she squealed. Her orgasm came quickly. She slammed her fists against the floor with pleasure and release.

He could no longer contain himself, the pumping motion she made was easing back, settling back from the pleasure. But his heat flooded his body now. His groin clenched tightly, pumping seed deep within the babysitter. The pulse was strong, almost a cramping of the muscles as the semen poured through his cock into her body. He collapsed atop the helpless girl, unable to hold himself up any longer. She panted as he gasped from the exercise, and he almost didn’t hear the click at the front door. A quick glance at the clock showed it wasn't even 8:00 yet. What was mom doing home now! He knew mom would be really angry when she saw the two of them.