Oh hell. I haven't been writing much lately, and I did this one a while ago. It just seems that a.s.s needs stories... instead of some of the chatter. I still intend to finish The Book eventually but my time has been seriously crimped lately, and may be for some time.
This is non-consensual, m/f, mind control, adolescent male, yeah- a minor, some incest. If sex involving a minor bothers you, skip this please. Keep repeating after me, it's only fiction, it's only fiction.
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Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him.
He'd been pretending to be a superspy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ. He had been thinking about the imaginary female spy he seduced with his brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large unusual insect. Lying on a log he had to sneak over, the thing reacted sharply when he brushed against it.
"YEEOWW!" he let out before he remembered spies didn't react to pain.
It was a booby trap! They knew he was coming, he knew enough to flee. Imagined the hundreds of enemies pursuing him, he nursed his injured arm all the way to the house.
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.
"Hiya 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.
"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. Your just a little old for that now, twelve year olds are 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 video tapes 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 tossled 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 woman 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. 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.
"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, hair in a French Braid, short skirt showing her legs to good effect. And a low cut blouse showing more of her tits than he'd realized 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'd ask, 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 livingroom. 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 lay 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 through 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 in 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 her 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 bow knots for the bottom of the halter. Then with one hand holding the clothe still in place, she undid the bow knot 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 thumbs in the waistband, and this time carefully slid 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 teenage 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 conscious. He tried to think of a way around it. Slowly, an idea came to him.
He remembered spending one evening day dreaming 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, 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.
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.
"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."
But he did. Her twat, by now very wet, fit around him nicely. He pumped in unison with her motions. Her movements 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, he gasped from the exercise, 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.
"I may be horny, but that goddamn octopus can go hang!" came a ragged and angry snarl from the front hall.
Tommy scrambled to get his clothes, Lisa still lay supine, arm across her eyes. She hadn't heard a thing. He grabbed for his clothes quickly, but not in time...
"TOMMY! LISA!" screamed his mother. "Young man, there had better be an explanation for all this..."
Her face was clenched into a look of outrage. She was obviously not pleased. Her eyes burned with anger beyond whatever indignities her date had levied upon her.
"You slut!" this directed at Lisa. "I thought I could trust you with my boy. He is only a boy! You shouldn't do this with him. And you, you little fool.... Sex is a powerful emotional act, something you would be best wai... "
Then she met his eyes.
"...ting for... until you..." Her voice faded away. Her face went blank, the same response Lisa had had. A long pause occurred.
At last he realized he could control his mother as well as he had controlled the babysitter. She was entranced.
"Mom," he said, with trepidation. Lisa was one thing. Turning her into a sex toy was just living out a fantasy he was familiar with. Mom though, she was in charge of his whole life. He wasn't sure this would work on her. But damn, after seeing her decked out tonight, so pretty.
"Yes Tommy," came the flat response.
"You really want to love me, don't you?"
"Yes Tommy."
Lisa had looked up, somewhat surprised. She was concerned how Tommy's mother responded to her temporary ward. It wasn't quite natural. She knew Tommy had taken his mother over. Lisa pondered a moment then decided she couldn't have Tommy's mother telling people she'd screwed a kid. She now hoped Tommy would succeed.
"You want to have sex badly don't you, a lot recently?"
"Yes Tommy, it isn't the same since your father passed away." Her voice droned, almost asleep.
"You want it to stay in the family. You want me to make love to you now."
"No Tommy, no. It's not right for a mother to do that with her son, no." Her head tried to shake as she spoke. Her eyes remained locked on Tommy's though.
"You want it to stay in the family. You want me to make love to you now." The tone in his voice became more commanding. Her pupils dilated. She began to nod.
"Yes. I want you Tommy. I want your touch."
"Good idea Mom. It'll be entirely your idea when you think about what we do. When you snap out of it, you'll feel very horny. Lisa's here, but you don't really care, do you?"
"No. Lisa seems to be your lover. I don't mind that she's here," she droned.
"Good," he walked over to her. Cautiously, without taking his eyes off hers, he felt his mothers breasts through the fabric of her blouse. The nipples rose, hardening under his hand. "My touch will be very arousing, you'll want more of it as we get going."
"Ohhhh," she moaned, eyes remaining locked to his.
"You'll do whatever I command you. Even when I'm not looking in your eyes, understand?"
"Yessss," her body swayed, anxious for contact with her son's hands as they took liberties with her private parts. Her breath was becoming more regular, a rhythm of desire and arousal growing in her.
He looked away from Mom's eyes. They rolled up, eyelids fluttering in response to the sexual fires growing inside of her. He started to part the blouse, opening to allow himself a better view of her lovely white breasts.
His mother gasped as he touched the exposed skin. He unsnapped the front snap of the bra she'd worn, an interestingly sloped article angling down from the shoulders. Her breasts fell free, their weight forcing an ever so slight sag.
He suckled at the erect nipples. He felt Mom pull his head closer, she was lost in her sensations. A thunk sound signalled her purse hitting the floor.
Behind him, Lisa stood up gracefully, uncertain whether to leave or stay to watch Tommy and his mother. Tommy heard the motion and pulled back.
"Lisa, come over here. Help me undress Mom. You will join us."
Having her mind made up for her, she moved swiftly to his side. She began to undo the skirt Mom was wearing. Mom's eyes opened in surprise, but quickly hazed over again as he touched her breasts again.
Tommy eased Mom's blouse over her shoulders, allowing it to drop. Carefully, having never really handled a bra before, he eased the undergarment off too. His mother stood, anxious for attention, with no more than her heels, stockings, and panties remaining to cover her.
He shook a little as he pulled closer to Mom. His lips met hers, the soft plush moistness felt wonderful. She responded, slipping her tongue past his lips and teeth. He discovered the pleasant joy of locking his tongue in combat with hers.
He drew back.
"Come," he said, taking the sitter and his mother by the hand. He led them into the middle of the room. "Lie down, let's get comfortable."
"Good idea," Mom answered.
His prick, entertained so well already by Lisa, had risen to its stiff form again. He sat astride Mom's lower abdomen and began to feel her creamy breasts, rubbing his prick in between.
Tommy slid his prick between his mother's tits, lubricated now with the sweat of her arousal. Mom's face tilted forward, tongue licking at the tip of his cock whenever it slid far enough towards her lips to catch. The contact from her pink tongue shot jolts of sexual pleasure through his groin.
Tommy felt the clenching of his muscles. He started to come. His mother tried to catch his jism in her mouth, but some of it splattered over her chin. Tommy grunted again, and started rubbing Mom's nipples.
His mother rolled at his touch. Lisa, kneeling to the side, looked confused. She watched, uncertain what to do.
"Why don't you lick Mom clean, Lisa," he directed.
Lisa hesitated. Then she bent down and started to clean Tommy's mother off with her tongue.
"You like Mom a lot, Lisa. You think making out with her would be cool. Mom, you want Lisa to join in the fun. You'll do whatever you can to help get her off."
Mom started to respond to the administrations Lisa provided. She pulled Lisa's oval face with it's perfect pink-red lips to her own. The two women smeared the remaining semen between them, tasting each other's heated lust.
Tommy, feeling spent, pulled back to watch. He sat up on the couch.
Mom worked herself out of the panties she'd worn. Then she rolled to her side, pulling Lisa down beside her. Lisa allowed herself to be pulled into Mom's arms, her full breasts rubbing against the pair Mom displayed so well.
The two women started to grind against each other's legs and groin. They had become a rolling mass of writhing women. The rhythm picked up as they began to pinch and pull at each other's nipples.
"Mnnng!" "AAHH!" "OOhh yess..." the moaning was impossible to assign to either of them. Then Mom began to come, and it was apparent finally who it was that screamed. She shook her head about wildly, gritting her teeth with the pleasure of orgasm.
The babysitter was suddenly overcome by orgasmic pleasure as well, thrashing about recklessly, the girl's loose hair seemed to be everywhere.
They pulled into each other, holding tight after the sexual fury. Both coming down together, in each other's arms.
Tommy was pleased with his new ability. He'd never need to masturbate again with Mom here to service his needs. He grinned. Lisa would be visiting a lot more often too.