Perverts 'R' Us

The CAS Experiment - Chapter 5 - Bugging and Buggery

By Kamkat ( M/g+, F/b+, 1st, pedo, anal, cons, mind )

No more than fifteen minutes later, an alarm sounded on one of my PCs, and its screen abruptly lit up. Cassie had run my disk on her mom's home computer, and successfully installed both programs I'd placed there. One of them was my core "loader" program for the subliminal suggestion files I'd be sending over later-the other was a remote PC monitor. After their IP address was recognized and stored, I was effectively in complete control of their machine.

I could move her mouse and type commands on her keyboard, open and explore files and folders, or just watch to see what they did. I didn't want to spook her by doing anything while she was using it - she'd think her computer was acting on its own! Instead, I wanted to see what each of them used their computer for. That way, I'd be able to send them a suggestion file that appealed to their pre-existing interests.

My loader program had an AI ability to "recognize" what the user was doing and "determine" which family member it was. Then it would "run" a file offering subliminal messages tailored specifically for whichever person using the computer at that time. It would take a few minutes of searching their hard drive to collect information for its hidden database, after that, it would operate independently on its own.

As I watched, the operator - obviously Cassie, opened AOL and logged in with her screename: sassygirl6. Immediately, her instant messenger "buddy list" appeared and she selected a name of someone online called, sugaranspicy.

Her message appeared like ghost writing on my screen as she laboriously typed it in:

(Uh-oh… I hadn't counted on her talking about us with any of her friends! If this little girl named "Jenny" knew, then her parents might be able to read these messages on her computer! I collected her IP address and uploaded a program that would "clean" all traces of her IM sessions and any other references to sex… While I was at it, I sent her the two programs I had Cassie install as well…)

She logged off her AIM session and typed a URL into the browser. A moment later, a website appeared called: myplaymate.com. It appeared to be a site for young girls that was offering for sale a large five-foot tall Barbie doll, complete with wardrobe and accessories. Several girls, dressed in skimpy pajamas and white cotton shear panties as if they were attending an innocent home sleepover, were photographed undressing and dressing this life-like doll - in all appearances, not much smaller than they themselves.

Barbie's wardrobe consisted of clothing that looked as if it had been designed by a pervert from Victoria's Secret - sheer, see-through nighties, tiny thong crotchless panties, and leather bondage gear suitable for a night of SM. It was suggestively erotic, even though the "live" child-models were never themselves shown nude, so I bookmarked the place for later investigation.

Out of the corner of my eye through the window, I saw the boys arrive at Billy's front door. Cas must have heard them, because she clicked out of AOL in a hurry.

About fifteen minutes later, the screen came to life again. This time the logon ID was: hrslugger69. An AIM "buddy" screen appeared, but the boy ignored it, going instantly for a "favorite" bookmark instead. The page that appeared practically made my eyes pop out in surprise! It was titled, "Big Boobed Moms!" and photo after photo of gorgeous-looking naked babes filled the screen, featured in every sex act imaginable! Some were seen performing fellatio on hairless cocks, others were getting their faces hosed by one to several spurting young-male penises, all while smiling beguilingly for the camera offstage.

As Cassie's brother scrolled down the page, (while my own son looked on no doubt!) the site revealed several young teenaged-looking "mothers," obviously very pregnant, performing sex acts with their illegally young partners - in every available orifice! I was floored!

So, it appeared that Billy was introducing my son to his favorite fantasy - sex with mothers - and by implication, his fantasy most likely included his OWN mother as well! There was no denying that Felicity, his mom, was quite the looker! She certainly fit the bill - big boobs, young teen-aged looking face and hairstyle, and she certainly was a sexy dresser, in a revealing sort of way… Billy and John probably retreated to his room and jerked each other off after ogling their fill of THESE images!

As the boys flipped between various girls and situation poses, I began to wonder - did Billy's mom purposely encourage her son's (or mine's) sexual attention? The thought was intriguing, but it'd have to wait until I had a chance to see what it was she liked looking at during her own "private time" on her computer, long after her kids were safely tucked away in their beds!

As I predicted (or so imagined - I'd have to "bug" the place for audio and/or video I mentally noted), after several long minutes of viewing this site, the screen disappeared and Billy logged off. It was fortunate the family had a broadband connection (as did Jenny's house, I discovered), or else the PC would have gone "off the air" for my remote monitoring. As it was, the kids, like most people, were thoughtless about security issues and they left the thing wide open in their absence. Doubtless by now they were in Billy's room, feverishly stroking off their bared, hairless stiffies with rapt abandon!

I could have gone "exploring" through her files, but without a video/audio link it would be taking a chance of someone entered the room and seeing things happening on their screen in a ghostly manner! So I turned my attention to Jenny's computer now that I was in complete control of that machine as well.

Her screen was inactive. She'd been on a chat session with another friend named Becky, the talk was over but she hadn't logged out. I took a chance and did a quick "look-around," and was delighted to discover she did have a videocam as part of her hardware. I turned that on, and was rewarded with an image of what could only be a little girl's room. Jenny had her own PC all to herself.

Seeing that nobody was present, I downloaded her chat session history files before deleting them on her own computer. Now I could read them at my leisure without any tell-tale activity on her PC. I discovered that Cassie had told Jenny about us soon after our first encounter several days ago. It began as a "truth-or-dare" challenge, and Jenny had revealed that her daddy often bathed her when her mom and older twin sisters weren't home. During these times, he liked to tickle her, and often rubbed her bare pussy… sometimes putting his finger up inside! But so far, he'd never invited her to play with his "dick," something she was overly curious to see since it "got big" in his trousers while he fondled her. Cassie had told her everything about us - about how she sat on my lap to play on my PC and "wiggled" on my cock to make it grow "humongous!" and hard between the cheeks of her behind. Later she told Jenny about the "Bunny game," and how my cock sprayed her face and belly with my cum. Tomorrow, no doubt, she'd have much more to tell her little friend on their school bus. I was glad I'd discovered these files in time to erase them from both their computers! The little minxes!

Fortunately, there was no indication that Jenny told anyone else about Cassie or me. The two "friends" were keeping their mutual secrets all to themselves for the time being.

A door to the side opened and a small girl raced into the bedroom wrapped in a large terry towel. She stood in front of her dresser, her back to the videocam but reflected in her dresser's mirror, and briskly dried her slender body. After she was satisfied with that, she carelessly tossed the towel on her bed, leaving her nakedness exposed to her computer's electronic voyeur's "eye."

She was delightfully cute, probably Cassie's age of seven, with long legs and boyish-narrow hips. Her pert little butt looked nicely shaped and firm. Her wet hair was raven, and plastered across her bare back. She took a hair dryer from her dresser and began drying her hair, turned toward the PC and climbed up on her chair. Here she sat cross-legged, spreading her young labia in the process, as she clicked back into her IM session.

Sugaranspicy: you still there?

No response… she'd been chatting with Becky, but the other girl was away now as well. She clicked out of AIM and abandoned the computer, then walked into her closet to look for something to wear.

I watched her get dressed, probably for dinner, and she finally turned off her monitor before turning out her room lights and leaving. The videocam was still on, but nobody would see what was happening on her screen… Now was my chance to go exploring, but I was interrupted when John burst through our front door.

"Hey dad! What's for dinner?"

No doubt he was starved - young kids were ALWAYS hungry after sex, I fondly remembered from my own exuberant youth!

Later that night I returned to my computer room and locked the door behind me. I wanted to continue surveillance on these neighborhood computers uninterrupted. Turning on the monitor of the PC in Jenny's room revealed only darkness, except for a faint beam of hallway light through a crack in the door falling across a prone form lying beneath the bed covers. She must be fast asleep, I thought.

Switching on the screen looking at Cassie's home computer, I was delighted to find it very active. I watched as several bills were paid, a banking program accessed to record the completed transactions, the overdrawn balance checked. Cassie's mother was having a hard time making ends meet.

Next, a web page was called up - something with recipes for their supper the next day. The AOL browser then closed, only to be reopened a few minutes later. This time the mouse cursor aimed for the "favorites" icon. A list was presented, and, after a moment's hesitation, a selection quickly made. Imagine my surprise when the same web page that appeared earlier reloaded! It wasn't a link Billy had saved, rather, Billy had discovered one of his mom's favorite web sites!

So… Felicity liked looking at naked young boys! And Billy shared her interest by fantasizing of her! Or, I suddenly realized, it was Billy that had the interest in young boys! Maybe that's why he was showing it to John? To make him horny? So he could play with his friend's throbbing, stout boner in the privacy of his bedroom later on? Or, maybe Billy found the place and Felicity later discovered it? She hadn't deleted it - what did THAT imply? I was confused, and knew I needed more information. I vaguely wondered if she were touching herself while she studied the erotic photos - as I was… I wished to God they had a videocam like Cassie's friend Jenny did!

Many long minutes later, Felicity clicked over to several other saved "adult" websites. One of them was definitely oriented towards lesbians - showing several attractive girls sporting large, strap-on dildos, and putting them to use with their pliant and most willing partners! Another showed a bevy of very lovely young girls masturbating some rather large Appaloosa horses. The steeds looked quite contented while being coaxed into ejaculating copious amounts of horsy cum messily down the throats of several eager participants. Somehow these girls managed to stuff a greater part of the length of these strong-arm-sized specimens up their vaginas and rectal cavities. I was wondrously transfixed looking at these photographs. I felt like I once had as a kid when let loose in a carnival side-show tent.

Obviously, my next-door, single-mother neighbor Felicity was intrigued with the same fascination - or was her kinky interest more like some aching driving need? A need to experience and participate in these perverted sex acts first hand? No, that couldn't possibly be the case! She'd never tried seducing her own son or mine into sharing her darkest secret desires - as far as I knew, that is… or had she? Or, on the other hand, had she intentionally left behind these "favorites" where they'd be found by curious preteen pubescent boys - like tasty breadcrumbs left in the woods leading through the lair's open door of a sexually-repressed, extremely horny, witch?

Her browser abruptly closed and she logged out of AOL but left the screensaver running. After fifteen minutes had passed with no further activity, I assumed she'd gone upstairs to bed. I actually found myself sincerely wishing I could join her there!

I turned my attention back to Jenny's computer and discovered it was part of a "home network." Two other computers were in the house, identified as "Twins" and "Main." I logged onto "Twins" and found a vast collection of emails, photos and instant message files. A "live" videocam showed a bunk bed directly in view across from the computer's screen. It appeared to be empty. After downloading copies of the files for later investigation, I logged over to "Main." Sound immediately crackled over my speakers and a video window came to life! It seemed like "Main" was a laptop on a desk in the girl's parent's bedroom, and it just happened to be equipped with a videocam and a built-in microphone, both left on and fully functional!

The room was darkened, but I could make out indistinct shapes moving on a large king-sized bed directly inline with the camera's lens. I couldn't make sense out of the muffled sounds captured by the microphone - it seemed to be voices, making soft animal-like mews, grunts and moaning noises. I continued listening while I looked for clues to determine who these people were.

I found an encrypted folder. I set out to crack the password, and tried several obvious choices such as, "password," and "none" to no avail. I found their street address (only two blocks away!) and their home phone number, and attempted combinations of those. Several tries later, I was rewarded when I entered their phone number in reverse order.

It contained a large collection of photographs… family vacation pictures… taken at some nudist beach retreat. There was the seven-year-old, probably a year younger… I recognized her instantly as Jenny, and another photo of her lying on her back next to two lovely older girls with cat-like eyes and close-cut shoulder-length dark hair. (Obviously her twin sisters!)

All three of the pre-teenaged girls were unashamedly naked, their legs slightly spread for the camera as they soaked in the tanning rays of the sun. The twins were identical, and each of them displayed signs of early breast development - their nipples distended and taunt over puffy dark areolas. One had a beauty mark near her right nipple, the other one near her left. All three beautiful pubescent bodies and hairless crotches glistened in the bright daylight from a liberal coating of sunscreen oil. All three looked to be content and quite happy.

And then there was a photo of the whole family… Dad and mom, the girls standing proudly in front… Good God! It was George and Susan Miller! I KNEW these people! I'd met them at a local school function… a PTA meeting, as I recalled. Susan was the Brownie Troop leader, and George - he led the Boy Scouts! He'd encouraged me that night to have John enroll. I'd never met their children before, but now it was apparent to me that his twins were in John and Billy's class while Jenny was in the same grade as Cas! Closet family nudists! Well, whattaya know!

I was in for an even greater shock when my computer's speaker emitted a loud growling sound and abruptly a petite figure arose from beneath the large bed's covers - a young girl - and she was vigorously pumping a man's erect cock in her fist which wildly spurt jetting streams of cum all over her open-mouthed face! "Oh daddy!" She cried in her childishly eager desperation, "Shoot your sweet love honey all over me!"

"Oh YEAH!" The man grunted, "Take it, Sara! Milk my nuts, baby! Swallow ALL your daddy's hot sugar-load!"

"Save some for ME next, dad!" Another identical girl rose up beside them where her head had been hidden, buried as it was between the splayed legs of a fully-grown woman. "Sadie, daddy ALWAYS has enough left for you!" A woman's voice cooed, "Now come back down on momma like a GOOD girl, and make me cum too!"

The girl giggled merrily, and did as she was told. Holy shit! A family of kid fuckers - right here in my very own neighborhood!

Suddenly, the possibilities that presented themselves to my fevered, freakish imagination as a result of these serendipitous discoveries seemed boundless! These people didn't need subliminal suggestion to encourage unthinkable behavior - they were ALREADY thinking, and ACTING out their wildest fantasy! All that was required on my behalf would be getting them to truthfully ADMIT to what they WANT to do - and bring us all together to do it.

As tempted as I was to continue spying on the delightful ravishing of Sara and Sadie by their dad George, and their mom Sue, I had grander plans in store for us all! Not that I was going to ignore the show currently in progress - far from it! I just set about writing the subliminal scripts for my "loader" programs which were already pre-installed on my unsuspecting neighbor's computers.

(Continued in Chapter 6)

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