Terminator, With Love

by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

Chapter One: Rise of the Masturbatrix

She was doing it again.

She glided across the hallway like a runway model, marching with definitive purpose from room to room. Long, perfect legs rose like pillars -- tall, straight, unwavering. They reached their pinnacle at an equally perfect body. Her stomach was taught and supple. Her breasts petite, but firm. 

Cameron marched before him, her eyes straight ahead, never looking at him. She was wearing next to nothing. A tiny strip of fabric covered her womanhood. Her breasts were housed neatly in a tiny bra. She emerged from her room, minutes later, fully dressed, ready for school.

"You look much better," Sarah said. "With clothes on -- you look much better with clothes on."

She handed Cameron and John their lunches.

"I wish she wouldn't do that," he thought to himself. He eyed Cameron longingly. He could feel his cock pressing uncomfortably against the tightness of his jeans. His growing hardon was incredibly inconvenient. It pushed against the seems of his briefs. He wanted nothing more than to reach down into his pants and adjust himself, but he couldn't, not in front of his mother and Derrick. 

He headed to school, his discomfort worsening with each step forward. He tried desperately to purge the image of Cameron's perfect body from his mind.

***

Sarah and Derrick were out on a mission, chasing another lead that might help them bring down SkyNet. John was working on the chip they pulled from a T-888 awhile back. He had been laboring for hours trying to hack into its memory. He managed to pull up a few visual images, but its storage protocols eluded him. It was like opening files at random. 

The T-888's mission was to pose as Barbara Chamberlain's husband, Vick, and then keep an eye on her and make sure she finished her job creating a city-wide, computerized traffic control system. The system would become SkyNet's ears and eyes in the future.

John had been working for hours. His eyes were heavy and he could feel the pressure of an impending headache just building in his head. The glare of the computer monitor began to sting his eyes and the sound of static piping through the speakers seemed to fuel the ache in his brain.

The randomness of the images was beginning to annoy him. Barbara arguing with Vick about how cold he had become lately. Barbara talking about some woman trying to shut down her project. Vick massaging Barbara's shoulders. Vick driving. Random images of hallways and street walks. Barbara in the shower.

Whoa! Hello!

John pulled up the file again. He admired the older woman's body. His cock grew hard as he eyed her breasts, still firm and round, despite her age. Freckles danced down her shoulders and her arms. He could feel his cock swell. He unzipped his pants and began to masturbate.

Vick kissed her. He was in the shower with her. He suckled her breasts. John began stroking faster as Barbara moaned in pleasure. 

"Let's go to the bedroom," he heard her whisper.

"Oh, yeah," John said quietly as he continued to stroke himself.

Vick sucked her breasts and fingered her pussy. Barbara let out a squeal of pleasure.

"That was effective."

John jumped out of his chair. In a panic, he buried his cock back into his pants.

Cameron scared him half to death. She was sitting on his bed.

"How long have you been there?" he demanded.

"A while," she said, emotionless. "That was effective. She liked it when he did that. She liked the way he touched her with his hands and his lips."

She touched her lips with her fingers, gently stroking them.

John shook his head.

"What are you even thinking when you say things like that?" He asked, almost rhetorically. He didn't expect a useful answer.

"You were masturbating," Cameron said.

"W-what? No, I wasn't!" John lied.

"Yes, you were. I saw you," she said.

"Look, uh... just don't tell mom, okay?"

"I won't tell mom," Cameron affirmed. She looked at him coldly with her mechanical eyes. "I can help you."

"Help me? Help me what?" John asked. 

"I can help you masturbate," she said.

That was unexpected. He thought she meant she could help with the chip. 

"Wh-what? Uh... how?" he asked, intrigued at the idea.

"Lean back, relax," she said. She stood up.

John watched as Cameron pulled off her shirt. Her perfect breasts danced in the cups her bra. She let her hands slide down the front of her body, pressing against her beautiful stomach. John's cock began to stir again.

Cameron unbuttoned her jeans. Slowly, she slid them off. She leaned back on his bed and caressed her perfect legs. John began to masturbate as he watched her. She turned around and unhooked her bra. Her back to him, she removed it. She turned her head and looked him in the eye. She winked as she let the bra slide off her body. 

John was stroking himself rapidly. His cock felt hard in his hands, like he was clutching an iron rod.

Cameron got on all fours. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and hid her naked breasts from his view. She pointed her beautiful, bubble ass at him. Her hand slid between her legs and began stroking her pussy threw the flimsy fabric of her white cotton panties.

"I want you John," she teased in a gloriously seductive voice. "I want you in me." She began rubbing her self harder.

"Oh, yes," John admitted. He was stroking himself harder, faster. 

Cameron leaned back, exposing her breasts. She licked her finger, then rubbed her nipples. 

"Oh! Yes!" John voiced his approval excitedly.

She began massaging her breasts, rubbing them, mashing them together. As she cupped her breasts in her hands, her thumbs rubbed the nipples. Then she slid her hands down her sides, across her rib cage. She ran them across her taut, flat stomach. Her thumbs hitched the sides of her panties and she slid out of them, revealing her beautiful, cleanly shaven pussy.

She was unbelievably perfect. John could make out tiny goosebumps scattered across her mound. Tiny, barely visible hairs dotted across her stomach. On the inside, she was a machine -- an emotionless, ruthless, killing machine. On the outside, however, she was all woman. She was 100% woman.

"Oh, God, Cameron," John said as he stroked himself. He was so close.

She got off the bed and kneeled in front of him.

"John," she whispered. "Cum for me John."

She squeezed her breasts. "Cum for me," she said again.

John was stroking himself furiously now. He was very close.

Cameron leaned forward. She looked at his cock without emotion. Her head tipped to the side in a mechanical way. Her lips parted. She licked them and drew closer to his cock. Closer, closer....

John exploded.

Cum shot forward and struck Cameron on the forehead. A gooey white trail dripped down across her eye. The second shot hit her cheek, then her lips. John came and came. Finally, drops of cum just oozed out of his cock like a spent volcano.

Cameron was unfazed.

"Do you want me to clean that up for you?" she asked, again without emotion.

"Uh, yeah, go ahead," he said, not even sure what he was consenting to.

To his shock and delight, Cameron took hold of his semi-erect cock and licked the cum off of it. She sucked the head and drank the last few drops of semen. She licked the shaft and the balls. She cleaned him of the cum and sweat.

John felt his cock stir again. He imagined her taking him in her mouth, sucking him off, swallowing his cum. His cock began to grow hard again. He was getting ready for a second round.

Suddenly, the sound of a truck pulling up jarred him back to reality.

"Crap! Mom's back!" he said in a panic. "Hurry! Get dressed and wash off your face before they see you!"
