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Perverted Pleasures
 
Story I: Turn & Turnabout
 
 
 
*Sometimes, when things are too good to be true... they're still true.*
 
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*inc, teen*
 
*mF,*
 
 
 
    "Goddammit, Angie," Ted muttered as he rolled over onto his
back.  "No, I'm not going to call you a slut, because you're not one. 
And I'm sure as hell not going to call you a b-... that other one,
either.  Why can't we just make love for once without this getting in
the way?"  Ted rolled away from his wife of nearly twenty years, once
again turning his back on her.
 
    Angie Caldwell looked at her husband with anger and hurt. 
*It's all about him.  He doesn't even care about me any more, let alone
concern himself with my needs.  We could be so good together if only he
would take charge and make decisions!*
 
    Angie rolled out of bed, padding off to the bathroom.  By
the time she came back, her husband was asleep.  *There has to be
something better than this.  There just has to be.*
 
 
 
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    "Hey, Mark, come and take a look at this."
 
    Mark looked up from his homework, which he was doing
studiously, if poorly.  He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, as
his father had told him more than once.  That didn't stop him from
giving it a try, though.
 
    "Can it wait?  I'm almost done here."  The look on his
younger brother's face said quite clearly that it couldn't.  He sighed
and closed his book.  He didn't know why he was always doing what Jason
wanted him to, but that was how they'd grown up, and that was how it
was likely to be until he left for college next fall.  He would be
going on a football scholarship, of course.  If he didn't make it as a
pro athlete, he was likely to end up selling used cars for the rest of
his life.
 
    Jason led Mark back down to his own room.  He slipped into
his computer chair and cleared his screen saver away.  There on the
screen was a website ad.  Mark started to read through the ad quickly,
but immediately had to slow down.  By the time he was four lines in, he
turned to his brother in disbelief.
 
    "This has got to be some kind of joke or something."
 
    "They take credit cards.  They've given a phone number to
call.  It's an 800 number.  That kind of shit takes money.  Nobody
wastes that kind of dough on a prank."
 
    "No, I guess not, but... this is hard to believe, Jason."
 
    "They send you a kit.  It gives instructions and the
materials needed.  What harm can it do us just to look?"
 
    "None, I guess.  How much is it?"
 
    "$99.99, plus five bucks shipping."
 
    "Shit.  That's going to take almost all of what I've got
saved up for my half."
 
    "Yeah, it's cutting into mine, too.  Still, if it works..."
 
    "I hear you.  It sure would be nice."
 
    "Mm-hmm."
 
    "Let me think about it for a little while?"
 
    "Okay.  The page is bookmarked."
 
    "Uh-huh.  I'll give it some thought."
 
    Jason let Mark wander back to his room.  It might take him
a day or two, but he'd come around.  Jason had been able to get Mark to
do just about anything for the last ten years.  The two brothers were
separated by two years in age, but they acted in reverse.  Jason always
took the lead, and he was always the one getting in trouble.  He was
also an ace student and could have graduated by taken his equivalency
test a couple of years back.  Mark, on the other hand, was quiet and a
bit shy, which was odd for a football player, but there you were.  He
also didn't like to bend the rules, which was what rankled Jason about
him the most.
 
    *Well, I'll get him to *break* this one, goddammit!*
 
 
 
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    A week later, the package arrived.  Jason took it into his
room, and then called Mark in.  He shut and locked the door, which
neither of their parents questioned anymore.  He fairly tore open the
small box, to find inside some small bottles and a pamphlet.
 
    "That's what we paid for?" Mark asked with disgust.
 
    "No.  What we really paid for was their service.  This is
just our instructions for getting things ready."
 
    "Oh."  He picked up the pamphlet.  The title said it all. 
"Parental Reprogramming for today's Liberated Teens."  It wasn't a very
thick pamphlet, and Mark opened it to start reading, while Jason looked
over the other materials inside the box.
 
    Mark got through the introductory bullshit, and got into
the meat of the instructions.  That's where he hit his snag.
 
    "Jason, this thing says they can only do one parent."
 
    "What?  Let me see."  Jason took the pamphlet and looked at
it.  "Programming both parents would be a far too noticeable change in
the life of your family.  Therefore, we are only willing to transform
one of your parents into your willing servant."  He looked up at Mark. 
"Well, what the fuck good is *that*?"
 
    "Keep reading.  It gets worse."
 
    "If control of the household is your goal, we suggest that
you get rid of the extraneous parent.  The change in your household's
status will cover the personality change in the remaining parent very
nicely."  Looking up again, he said, "So, all we have to do is make Dad
leave.  Uh-huh.  Like that's going to happen."
 
    "Read their suggestion," Mark replied with a pained look on
his face.
 
    Jason turned back to the pamphlet.  "Since it is unlikely
that you will be able to drive a wedge between your parents to cause
divorce, and since trying to have the unwanted parent arrested and
convicted is equally unlikely, the only surefire method of parental
removal is..." Jason paled.  "Death."  He looked at his brother, a
little stunned.  "They want us to *kill* Dad?"
 
    "That's what it says.  Jason, I can't do that."
 
    Jason sat for a long moment.  "That's a bit much, isn't it."
 
    "That's too fucking much!" Mark hissed.  "I can't do
that!"  He got up, and left the room.  For once, Jason was taking
Mark's lead.  He had trouble with the idea of killing their father, as
well.  Sure, he was an asshole and a prissy bastard, but still...
killing someone...
 
    *But look at the reward.*
 
 
 
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    "Dad, I wasn't even in the car when it happened!" Mark
objected.
 
    "You should have been more careful where you parked. 
That's it.  I've had enough mistakes out of you.  Give me your key."
 
    "What?"
 
    "Your key.  I'm not letting you total the car with your
stupidity."
 
    "But I've got a date tonight."
 
    "You've still got your bicycle.  That's about your speed. 
I think your small mind should be able to keep up with the pace you can
go on that."
 
    Mark handed over the key, and if looks could kill... but
there were other ways to kill.
 
 
 
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    Jason was in his room, finishing up some homework, when
Mark barged in.  "That motherfucking son of a bitch," Mark fumed.  He
thumped Jason's door closed and flopped down on the bed.  "You still
got that kit?"
 
    Jason was shocked.  His brother hadn't mentioned it in
days.  "It's in the top drawer of my computer desk."
 
    Mark walked over and retrieved the box.  Sitting back on
the bed, he opened it.  He rummaged through the material for what it
was he wanted.  He flipped the brochure open to the right section -
they'd marked it clearly - and read through it one more time.  He
picked up the black medicine bottle, and opened it, looking inside.
 
    "Are you sure we can get away with it?" Mark asked Jason.
 
    "According to the brochure, as long as the police don't do
a blood-test within an hour of death, it's completely untraceable.  And
even within that hour, they'd have to know what to look for.  I mean,
*exactly* what to look for.  Once it's broken down, it's just a bunch
of normal chemicals.  It's their combination that makes them deadly."
 
    "How will it kill him?"
 
    "About an hour after taking it, his heart will simply stop
beating."
 
    "He'd be in the office in an hour, if we gave it to him in
the morning... maybe we should give it to him at night?"
 
    "No, the office is better.  They'll have more people to
suspect, more things to check out, and if we act right, they'll never
figure it was us."
 
    "Okay.  When do we do it?"
 
    "Friday.  It's a day off from school, so we'll have time to
mess with Dad's coffee, and then time to put Mom out."
 
    "Okay.  What about calling... what's that name again... oh,
yeah, Irene?"
 
    "We'll do that Thursday afternoon.  The letter says she
only needs the one evening's prep time."
 
    "All right."
 
 
 
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    "Mom, have you seen my backpack?" Mark asked his mother. 
She was pouring orange juice for the family when he walked into the
kitchen with his brother.  Angie turned to face her son, so she could
answer him.  Jason, who had slipped around her ostensibly to get
something from the fridge, quickly turned.  He'd already opened the
small bottle, and rapidly dumped the contents into one of the glasses
of orange juice.  He stirred it with his finger to disperse the liquid.
 
    Taking the glass, he set it in front of his father, who was
reading the paper and not paying attention at all.  By the time Angie
had finished helping her son find his backpack, which had been
conveniently dropped down behind the shelf on which he normally kept
it, Jason had grabbed his own glass of OJ and was sitting at the table.
 
    Angie noticed that Ted already had his orange juice, and so
she poured a glass for Mark and herself, and they sat down to the
morning meal, which was little more than muffins and cereal today. 
Jason looked at Mark and nodded.  Mark returned the look with a slight
smile.  Angie saw this, but wasn't sure of what it meant.
 
    Minutes later, having downed his orange juice completely
and consumed three muffins, Ted was out the door for work.  Angie had
gotten herself a cup of coffee, as she usually did, and set it on the
table as she began to clean up the dishes.  Mark, who had been given
this part of the plan, waited until her back was turned, and then
dumped the powder into her coffee.  He saw it dissolve almost
instantly, and he turned back to Jason with a grin.  Jason kept his
face impassive.  If this didn't work, they were both in very deep shit.
 
    Angie finished clearing away the dishes, and sat down to do
the morning crossword.  As far as she knew, another normal day had
begun, though this one with the kids home, what with their in-service
day.  She sipped at her coffee as she tried to work on the crossword. 
The problem was, the longer she worked, the harder it became to
concentrate on it.  She shook her head, trying to clear it, and took
another sip of her coffee, hoping that would wake her up.
 
    It did not, of course, and soon, her head was rolling.  In
another few seconds, her body slumped forward onto the table.  Mark
went pale, and Jason was up in a flash.  He felt at her neck, and then
breathed a sigh of relief.
 
    "She's okay, she's just out.  Her heart beat is as strong
as ever.  Let's get her onto the couch."
 
    Mark and Jason worked together to move their mother onto
the living room sofa.  Jason took the moment to run his hand up her
leg, underneath her bathrobe.
 
    "C'mon, Jason, we don't have time for that.  The papers
said we had to get her into Irene's custody within a half-hour!"
 
    "So, go make the call, dammit!" Jason snapped, not moving
his hand from her leg.  Mark left the room to make the call, and Jason
moved his hand upward.  He groped his mother's tits, rolling them on
her chest.  A soft moan escaped her lips, but nothing else.  He leaned
down and kissed his mother, pressing his lips to hers.  She didn't
respond, but it felt good anyway.
 
    When he broke their kiss, he leaned down to whisper in her
ear.  "When you get back, I'm gonna love playing with these when you're
naked!"  He squeezed her tits one last time, and then moved away from
her.
 
    Mark came back in a minute, after hanging up the phone. 
"She'll be here in about twenty minutes, she said.  Should we put
clothes on her?"
 
    "Fuck that.  They didn't say anything about it in the
brochure.  I suppose we could put an outfit together that we want her
to come home in.  That would kill some time."
 
    For the next several minutes, they looked through their
mother's clothing, deciding on a wardrobe.  Once that was together and
packed, semi-neatly, in an overnight bag, they waited.
 
    It wasn't long before a van pulled into the driveway.  They
noticed that it had no windows in the back at all.  A young woman with
black hair down to the middle of her back got out of the van, and
walked to the door.  Jason had the door open before she had a chance to
ring the bell.
 
    "You Irene?" he asked unnecessarily.
 
    "You bet.  Is she out still?"
 
    "Yeah.  C'mon in."
 
    Irene took one look at the woman, and smiled.  Turning to
the boys, she said, "Y'all want to give me an outfit to put on her? 
She'll be wearing a gown while she stays with us, but when we bring her
back..."
 
    Jason handed her the bag.  "We thought you might need it."
 
    "Okey-doke.  Let me just go get the transport capsule from
out of the truck."  Jason watched as she walked to the back of the van
and opened the doors.  She pulled on a large case that had wheels on
one end.  He realized, as it tipped upright, that it was more like a
closet on wheels, and it had handles, like a hand truck.  She wheeled
it backward up to the house and in the door, which it barely fit.
 
    Irene laid the case down on the floor, and then unfastened
it.  It opened to reveal a padded area with straps.
 
    "One of y'all want to help me load her in here?"
 
    "We'll get her.  C'mon, Jason."
 
    The two boys man-handled their mother into the case, not
taking any care to miss touching her sensitive parts.  In just a few
moments, their sleeping mother was strapped into the chamber.  Irene
checked to make sure things were secure, and then she closed the box
up, latching it to keep things secure.
 
    After she wheeled the box out of the house and back to the
van, where she used the special rig to hoist it back up into the truck,
she turned to the boys.  "You've... handled the other parent?"
 
    "If it works like you said it does, he should be leaving...
about now," Jason said, after checking his watch.
 
    "I see.  Well, we'll be gone for at least three or four
days.  The time can vary.  You call us when the police stop coming to
question you, okay?"
 
    "We'll do that."
 
    "Thank you for using our services."
 
    Irene returned to the van, and drove off.  The two teens
looked at each other, a grin spreading across each face as they
realized just what they had pulled off.
 
    Assuming it all worked.
 
 
 
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    Forty-five minutes later, the teens received a phone call. 
Jason was the one who picked up the phone; Mark wasn't sure he could
handle the acting.
 
    "Hello, Caldwell residence," Jason answered, as he had been
taught.
 
    "Excuse me, is Mrs. Angela Caldwell home?"
 
    "No, sir.  My mom is out of town for the next several
days.  Can I take a message?"
 
    "Um... son, are you one of the Caldwell children?"
 
    "Yes sir.  Can I ask who I'm speaking with?"
 
    "This is Dr. McGregor, down at Mercy Hospital.  Your mother
won't be back for many days?"
 
    "At least three or four.  Why?  What's wrong?"
 
    "Son... I hate to give anyone this kind of news over the
phone, but there's no point in dragging you down here.  I'm sorry, but
your father has passed away."
 
    Jason had to keep the satisfaction out of his voice.  He
took a long moment - something he was sure the doctor would
misinterpret in Jason's favor - to compose his voice into one of shock
and grief.  "But... how?"
 
    "We don't know.  We won't know until the autopsy is
performed, about an hour from now.  He was at work, and collapsed.  It
looks like a massive cardiac arrest - that's a heart attack."
 
    "I know," Jason said, his voice outwardly dejected.  He was
inwardly relieved: if he'd been dead for several minutes already, and
wouldn't be autopsied for at least an hour, there was no chance of them
finding the poison.  "How long... I mean, did he... make it to the
hospital?"
 
    "No, son, I'm sorry.  He never had a chance.  His coworkers
said that he was standing at the water cooler one moment, and lying on
the floor the next.  He wasn't conscious for very long after that, and
moments later, his heart stopped.  I don't know how long it took them
to get him here, but there was no chance for us to revive him when he'd
arrived.  I'm sorry."
 
    "It's... okay," Jason said, with one of his best acts
ever.  "I'm sure everyone did... what they could."
 
    "Can you get a hold of your mother?  There are things to be
done."
 
    "I... don't have a number.  Dad did, I guess.  She's away
for some therapy, she was going through some stress.  Dad said she just
needed some time away from things... I don't even know where she is." 
This last statement was the first truthful thing he'd said about the
situation.
 
    "I'm afraid we can't leave the body here in the... well, in
the hospital.  Do you know if there were preparations made for a
funeral?"
 
    "He wanted to be cremated, but other than that, no, I don't
know what was planned."
 
    "Okay.  We can take care of the cremation, I suppose.  When
will your mother be back, again?"
 
    "Around Tuesday, I think."
 
    "Very well.  Please tell her to contact the hospital
immediately."
 
    "Yes sir."  Jason wrote down the information the doctor
gave him, and, after a few more words of solace from the doctor, he
hung up.  Turning to Mark he said, "The fucker is dead!"
 
    Mark's smile spread across his face like a sunrise.  "Call
me stupid, will you?  Which one of us is the dumb one now?" he said to
himself.  Jason just grinned.
 
    *Now, if Mom's training holds, life just got a lot better.*
 
 
 
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    Jason and Mark spent the day lounging around.  Neither of
them felt any great deal of grief at the death of their father.  The
two of them had collectively never cared for the man, as he was always
insisting on things being done his way, even when they had a better way
of doing it.  It was a little sobering, of course, to think that they'd
just taken a life, but they didn't dwell on it too much.
 
    The next day, a police lieutenant visited their home.
 
    "You don't know of anyone who would want to harm your
father?" he asked.
 
    Jason stood thinking for several moments.  He turned to
Mark, who shrugged.  "Not really, officer.  My father was a mid-level
executive.  He was too polite to make very many enemies."
 
    "Do you know if there was a large life insurance policy?"
 
    Jason shook his head, but Mark answered.  "Mom once told me
that the policy was about one year of Dad's income.  I'm not sure
exactly how much that is."
 
    "Dad earned about $60,000 a year," Jason put in.
 
    "Not exorbitant.  And your mother has been out of town for
how long?"
 
    "Since Wednesday."  Jason had to be careful with this lie,
but he knew that none of their neighbors had seen her leave, and she
didn't socialize, so they probably hadn't seen her in a week.
 
    The officer wrote more in his notebook, and then closed
it.  "Son, I'm sorry to put it this way, but with what you've told me,
and what your neighbors have said, we don't have any evidence of
wrongdoing.  The two autopsies they did, along with the tox screening,
turned up absolutely nothing at all.  Though it's very odd for a man to
die of a heart attack like that, we don't have any evidence to support
even opening a homicide investigation.  I'm afraid your father is
just... gone."
 
    Jason controlled his relief.  He replaced it with a mask of
sorrow.  "I know.  Shit happens."
 
    The officer thought it was the bleakest, and most accurate,
definition of untimely death he'd ever heard.  He left the children to
their grieving, and walked back to his car.
 
 
 
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    Jason was surprised that the police did not return on
Monday.  They went off to school, and arrived home, completely
unmolested by the officers of the department.  Mark was merely
relieved.  The hardest part of their plan seemed to have gone off
without a hitch.  Of course, whether or not it was really a success
wasn't up to them.  That was in the hands of Cerebral Tinting,
Incorporated.  Now that they believed the police to have forgotten
about them, it was time to make a phone call.
 
    "Cerebral Tinting, this is Irene," the thick Texas accent
proclaimed.
 
    "Irene, this is Jason Caldwell.  We're calling in regards
to our mother."
 
    "The other matter has been taken care of?"
 
    "Yes, ma'am."
 
    "Okay.  Her therapy has gone well.  She should be coming
home tomorrow, if there are no unforeseen problems."
 
    "Thank you."
 
    "No problem, Sugar.  Y'all have a nice day."
 
    "If the police are listening to the phone conversation,
won't they know you lied now?" Mark asked nervously.
 
    "If the police are listening to the phone, they *already*
know I lied, because you have to get a warrant to tap phone lines, and
you have to have a reason in order for a judge to issue a warrant, and
that would mean they already suspect us of something."
 
    "Oh.  When's Mom coming home?"
 
    "Tomorrow."
 
    "Can't wait."
 
    Jason just grinned wickedly.
 
 
 
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    The two boys fidgeted throughout school the next day. 
Their teachers, knowing what had happened to their father, ascribed
their discomfort to the event.  They were, and weren't, right.  It
wasn't the death of their father that had them uncomfortable, but the
impending return of their - hopefully reprogrammed - mother that had
them upset and anxious.
 
    It was a struggle not to race home, but the two managed to
take it slow, in case anyone was paying attention to them.  They
arrived home to find a message on the answering machine that announced
their mother's arrival time of five o'clock.  It was only quarter to
four now, and so each of the boys took a shower and put on comfort
clothes to wait for their new toy.
 
    Shortly after five, the doorbell rang.  This was just a
little odd, they thought, since it was her house, but they would play
things by ear.  Jason went and opened the door for his mother, who
stood wearing the outfit they had chosen for her.  Irene was standing
by her car, and waved when she saw that Jason had greeted his mother. 
She was quick to depart, as Jason ushered his remaining parent into the
house.
 
    After closing the door, Jason directed his mother to the
sofa, where he sat next to her, very closely.  She didn't seem to
object to his presence at all, though she wasn't encouraging him,
either.
 
    "Mom, we have some bad news."
 
    "What is it, Sweetheart?" she asked, her voice very quiet
and demure.
 
    "Dad's dead."
 
    "Oh," she said, her face remaining in a neutral mien.  The
two boys looked at each other, and then back at her.  She stared at the
coffee table for a while, and then asked, "How?"
 
    "A heart attack.  He was at work and just... keeled over."
 
    "When?"
 
    "Friday, the day you left."
 
    "I left on Wednesday.  You know that, Sweetheart."
 
    Jason looked at Mark in surprise.  Yes, it had been part of
the literature, but he'd not really expected it to be the truth.  She
was programmed with their alibi.
 
    "Oh, yeah, sorry, it's been... a little rough here."
 
    "I'm sorry, Sweetheart.  I didn't mean to be gone at the
wrong time."
 
    "It's okay, not your fault.  We'll probably need to make
arrangements for the funeral and everything."
 
    "Yes, I guess I can do that."
 
    "No," Jason said, testing the waters.  "We'll handle that."
 
    "Okay, dear," she said immediately, a slight smile crossing
her face.  Jason hugged his mother, rubbing his hands across her back. 
She hugged him in return, in a not entirely platonic manner.
 
    *Tonight will be fun.*
 
 
 
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    The evening passed quickly, as the boys took care of
homework, and watched television.  Their mother cleaned up the house -
it was a mess - and did laundry.  By the time she had finished up, it
was bed time for them all.  She gave each of her sons a kiss good
night, on the mouth.  Jason had patted her behind for good measure, and
she'd not stopped him.
 
    It was only a half-hour later that Jason slipped from his
bedroom.  He knew it would take his mother a little time to get ready
for bed and actually lie down.  He gave her enough time to do all that,
but not so long that she would fall asleep.  He was wearing only his
boxer shorts as he slipped down the hall quietly, so as not to warn her
he was coming.
 
    He entered her room, and shut the door behind himself.  He
could hear her breathing, but couldn't really see anything.  Her room
was nearly pitch black.
 
    "Jason?  Is there something you need, Sweetheart?" Angie
asked her younger son.  She heard him stepping toward the bed, and then
he paused for a second, as if doing something, before he continued on
his way.
 
    Jason lifted the covers without saying anything, and
slipped beneath them, to be next to his mother.  He'd removed his boxer
shorts on the way over, and was completely naked now.  He scooted over
to his mother, and noted that she did not move away from him.  His hand
slipped across her stomach as he lay on his side, facing her silhouette
in the darkness.
 
    "Mom," he started, and then changed his mind.  "Angie, you
shouldn't be alone now.  Your husband is dead.  You need someone to
take care of you, to comfort you in this sad time."  Jason slipped his
hand upward, to find that his mother was not wearing a bra.  His hand
groped the wonderful tit flesh, finding and pinching her nipple.
 
    "Oh, Jason.  Oh, god..."  Angie moaned as her son continued
to maul her tit.  He leaned down and took her other nipple into his
mouth.  He licked at it a few times, and then gently bit down on it. 
Angie gasped in the pleasure and pain of it.
 
    Jason's hand soon began a trek across her stomach, and then
across her pubic hair.  When he realized she was not wearing underwear,
he let go of her nipple in surprise.
 
    "No panties?  Damn, Angie, you really are a slut."  He saw
her turn her head away from him when he said that.  He prodded at her
thighs, but her legs were closed tightly.  "Open your legs, Angela,"
Jason said quietly.  When she didn't immediately comply, he said, more
harshly, "Open your legs, bitch!"  Jason was emboldened by the fact
that he knew she was programmed to obey.
 
    Slowly, Angie's thighs parted, to reveal her wet cunt to
her son's hand.  Jason's fingers were soon slipping across her damp
pussy lips.  Angie could not stifle her moan as Jason's finger slipped
deep into her moist slit, and was enveloped by her grasping pussy.  He
started to finger-fuck her slowly, listening to her moans as they grew
more insistent, more urgent.
 
    When he felt she was close enough, he withdrew his finger. 
She groaned in despair, so close to her orgasm, and yet now so far
away.  Jason, knowing how to please a woman in this state of arousal,
moved on top of his mother, holding his weight with one arm, as he
positioned his cock at her opening with the other.  Once he'd found her
opening, he rammed himself into her sopping hole.  Angie cried out in
pleasure at the feel of her son's dick sliding home inside of her.
 
    Jason wasted no time, but instead set up a furious rhythm,
slamming into his mother time and again.  Leaning down, he locked his
lips to hers, and for the first time, he was kissing his own mother, on
the lips, with their tongues fully engaged in a sensuous dance.
 
    It wasn't long before Angie was lost in the passion of the
moment, her orgasm washing over her body like a warm sea of pleasure. 
Her body bucked and twisted, while Jason continued to pound into her
like a madman.  Soon, the grasping of her twat was more than he could
stand, and with one final thrust, he loosed his load deep inside of
her, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm overcame his control.
 
    For several moments, the pair thrashed together on the bed,
and then they began to settle down from their peaks.  Jason rolled off
his mother, lying beside her, his arm draped across her just below her
tits.  Angie heaved with the exertion and passion of her recent
experience.
 
    "That was good, Angie," Jason said, making sure not to call
her Mom anymore.  "You did well."
 
    "Thank you," she said, her voice small and weak, but very
happy with itself.  The two cuddled as they fell asleep in each other's
arms.
 
 
 
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    When Angie woke the next morning, she found her son sitting
up in bed, watching her sleep.  It had not been a dream.  She looked
into his eyes, and saw there a commanding presence.
 
    "Good morning, Angie," Jason said.
 
    "Good morning," she purred.  He smiled at her.  She moved,
pulling herself up so that she could snuggle up against him.  He
wrapped an arm around her, welcoming the feel of her luscious tits
against his chest.  Her head rested against his shoulder.
 
    "You were very good last night, Angie," Jason told her,
wondering how she would react.  Angie pushed herself against him,
shivering with contentment at his praise.  Jason thought that was a
good reaction.  Now, he only had to see just how far he could push her.
 
    "What do you want to do this morning?" she asked, before he
could say anything more.
 
    "I'd like to rest a little bit more.  I think you should go
wake up your son, though.  I think a good fucking would be a nice way
for Mark to start the day."
 
    "Yes," Angie said softly.  She immediately got out of the
bed, not bothering with a robe.  Jason watched as she strode out the
door, no hesitation in her demeanor at all.  *Life just got a lot
better,* he thought to himself with a smile.
 
 
 
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    Down the hall, Angie pushed open the door to her son's
room, being very quiet.  She heard her son snoring as she crept into
the room, sliding the door shut silently behind her.  Moving to the
bed, she very gingerly lifted the covers off her son, only to find that
Mark slept in the nude, or at least had last night.  He was semi-stiff,
probably having a nice dream, and Angie marveled at his size.  Ted had
not been well-endowed, and Jason was about average for a boy his age,
but Mark was truly large.  Even semi-hard, he was already as large as
Jason.  Her pussy ached just from looking at it.
 
    Bending down, Angie encircled Mark's prick with her soft
fingers.  She held him up as she brought her lips to the head of his
cock.  Her tongue slid around the helmet as her fingers slid lightly
over his length.  Mark groaned in his sleep, but did not wake.  His
cock did, however, become fully erect, which was what Angie wanted. 
Now that she could see his entire length, she moaned lowly.  He was at
least eight inches, perhaps more, and very thick.  She longed to have
this monster filling her cunt.
 
    Very carefully, Angie slipped onto the bed, straddling her
son's waist.  She continued to hold his cock with her fingers, keeping
him erect and ready.  She rose up as she positioned herself above his
prick, and then slowly lowered herself.  She felt his large dick
pressing against her opening, and then it was sliding in.  Mark
groaned, and stirred, but didn't quite wake up.  Angie gasped at the
full feeling he was giving her.  She had to move her hips from side to
side to make room for his massive prick inside her.  Slowly, she
slipped down onto him until she had finally reached bottom.
 
    As Angie rolled her hips, grinding herself against her
elder son's pubes, Mark finally woke up.  He smiled as he felt the
wonderful feeling his cock was having.  His eyes opened to look up at
his mother, and his smile broadened a notch.
 
    "Hey, Mom," he said in greeting.
 
    "Good morning, Honey," she said sweetly.  "Your brother
thought I should come wake you up with a good-morning fuck."  As she
said this, she pulsed her pussy on his cock, and felt his hips twitch
in response.
 
    "Oh, he did, did he?" Mark said with a chuckle.  "I'll have
to find a way to thank him for that."
 
    Mark reached out and grabbed his mother's hips.  He held
her in place as his hips began to buck up at her.  Angie cried out with
the feel of his large cock plunging into her, and then slipping halfway
out before slamming into her twat again.
 
    "Damn, this is good," Mark grunted.  Angie agreed; she was
quickly nearing her peak.
 
    Once he'd established a rhythm, Mark let go of his mother's
hips.  His hands traveled up her body and groped her tits, which were
bouncing on her chest as she fucked her son.  He found her nipples and
twisted them, causing her to squeal in a mix of pleasure and pain.  She
was in heaven, riding a large prick and being pawed by her son.  For
his part, Mark was enjoying his mother's tight pussy and large tits,
and just the idea that he was fucking someone he patently was *not*
supposed to fuck.
 
    The pair began to ram harder into each other, working
together to push each other over the edge.  Mark was slamming up into
his mother so hard now that she was coming nearly three-quarters the
way off his cock, and he would ram his full length back into her. 
Angie was lost in a world of lust-induced bliss, and she felt her
orgasm beginning to overtake her.
 
    Mark beat her to it, however, and he let out a loud grunt
as his first blast of cum splashed into his mother's cunt.  The feel of
the hot, sticky liquid coating her insides sent Angie over the cliff of
ecstasy she'd been approaching, and she wailed with the pleasure her
body was experiencing.  Mark continued to grunt beneath her, his load
blasting up into her as his hips continued to move, jabbing his large
prick into her again and again.
 
    Soon, the two had to come down from their climaxes, and
Angie settled on top of her son, grateful to feel his strong arms come
around her, holding her to him.  His cock was softening slowly inside
her, and she couldn't wait for it to be hard again, so that he could
fuck her silly once more.  She hoped, as she lay against her son,
resting in the afterglow of sex, that it would be a frequent
occurrence. 

 
 
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    At breakfast, Jason told his mother to call the school,
because he wasn't going in that day.  She did as he told her to,
explaining that her son was staying home to comfort her after the death
of her husband.  Mark felt he couldn't miss class, as far behind as he
was, so he headed to school.
 
    Jason lounged around as his mother cleaned up.  He enjoyed
watching her, moving in her robe, barefoot.  She hadn't even put on any
underthings yet.  She could feel his eyes on her, and she wanted to do
her best to please him, so that he would be happy with her, and perhaps
fuck her again tonight.
 
    After finishing up the dishes, she headed back to her
bedroom, to change into clothes for the day.  Jason followed her right
into her bedroom, and sat down on the bed to watch.  She blushed
slightly, but dropped her robe onto the bed, and turned to her dresser.
 
    "Uh-uh," he said.  She turned to look at him, a question in
her eyes.  "No panties.  I guess you can wear a bra, since you've got
such a nice pair, it might give you back trouble if you didn't, but, no
panties."
 
    Angie's face reddened further, but she nodded in
acquiescence.  She opened her top drawer and pulled out all of her
panties, dropping them on the floor.  Next, she picked a sexy bra for
herself, and put it on, adjusting herself so that she was comfortable. 
Turning to the closet, she wondered if he would pick all of her clothes
for her, hoping he would.
 
    "A skirt," he said from behind her, as he watched her bare
ass move.  "Until it gets cold, you wear only skirts.  In the fall, you
can wear longer skirts, and in the winter, you can wear pants when you
have to go outside."
 
    "Okay, Sweetie," she replied softly.  Reaching into the
closet, she chose a dark blue skirt and a peach colored blouse.  She
turned to him for approval, and he nodded.  She smiled at him, happy to
have this decision made for her.  She dressed without any
self-consciousness, as he'd already seen and touched everything she had
to offer.  It felt unusual to her to have the skirt rubbing against her
bare ass, but it also felt somewhat erotic, and that she loved.
 
    "So, what are we going to do today, Sweetie?"
 
    "I think, around lunch time, we'll go out and eat, and then
do some food shopping.  We're getting low on supplies."
 
    "Okay.  Until then, why don't you go relax, and I'll throw
these in the trash?"
 
    "Hang on, let me go through those.  There might be some you
can keep."  Jason sat down and went through her pile of panties.  He
pulled out only two pair, both were nearly see-through, and were both
thongs.  The rest he handed to her.  "Trash these."
 
    He spent the rest of his morning goofing off, while his
mother settled in to her new role as her sons' personal plaything.  She
loved being told what to do, having the decisions made for her.  She
remembered clearly this was something her husband would never do for
her, and that was why she didn't miss him too badly.
 
 
 
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    At lunchtime, Jason told his mother they were going to
Marv's, a semi-classy restaurant.  She simply nodded, and drove.  He
was polite to her, pulling out her chair for her as she sat down.  He
ordered her meal, and she was surprised to find that he did, in fact,
know what she wanted.  Or she simply wanted what he told her she
wanted, but either way, she was happy with the situation.
 
    They chatted during lunch, not talking about very much. 
Certainly he couldn't be public about their relationship, which she was
disappointed about.  He was her master, and she wanted people to know
it, but that would get them both into a lot of trouble, and worse, get
her taken away from her master, and she really didn't want that, so she
settled for what he was able to do publicly.
 
    The supermarket was an experience, of course.  Nothing that
Jason didn't like went into the cart.  She worried, briefly, about
their diets, but knew that he'd take care of that, if it became
necessary.  After all, he'd taken care of everything else since she'd
gotten home, hadn't he?
 
    Walking down the aisles, Jason was considering what to have
her make them for dinner tonight.  She had all day, essentially, so it
was just a matter of what he was in the mood for.  Passing the pasta,
he had a thought.
 
    "Angie, I think you should make us homemade lasagna
tonight."
 
    "Okay, Sweetie, whatever you like."  She grabbed the
necessary components.  She had made this dish rarely.  What was the
point of going to all the effort if your husband treated the meal as if
it had come out of a box, anyway?  She knew her master wouldn't do that
to her.
 
    With a full cart, they headed for checkout, and Jason
slipped his hand along her back as they stood waiting on the clerk to
ring up their items.  Angie didn't even blink at the $150 total, but
simply wrote a check, which of course had to be approved by a manager. 
Jason continued to rub her back while they waited, and she had to
resist the urge not to push herself against him; it would be too
obvious.
 
    After the obligatory managerial okay, they took their
groceries out to the car.  Angie slid open the door on the minivan, and
started to load the groceries, which was, of course, too menial a task
for her master to engage in.
 
    Jason took a quick look around.  His body and the other
cars would hide his action.  He bent down slightly, and placed his hand
just above the back of his mother's knee.  She stopped immediately, and
put her hands on the edge of the doorway to steady herself.  Jason's
hand traveled up her leg quickly, resting finally against her ass
cheek.  She could feel her heat as he massaged her bare skin.
 
    Jason whispered into her ear, "You look wonderful, and
you're doing great.  Spread your legs a little."  Angie immediately did
as ordered, and Jason slipped his hand down off her ass and forward. 
His middle finger ran along her slit, feeling her slippery wetness.  He
looked around quickly, and saw no one, so he leaned in and kissed his
mother, full on the mouth, while his finger probed her cunt.  She
moaned in bliss.
 
    Finally, he removed his hand, and backed away from her. 
"There will be more later, if you're a good girl," he promised.  Angie
blushed, and was determined to be the best girl she could possibly be. 
She wanted more.
 
 
 
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    Both of the boys thoroughly enjoyed the meal, and Jason
rewarded his mother that night for her excellent performance.  She was
concerned that Mark might be jealous of his younger brother, but Mark
seemed content with the flashes and the occasional kiss that he
received from her.  She still remembered her wake-up fuck, however, and
was ready at any time to repeat it.
 
    By the time she made it out of bed the next morning, Mark
was already gone to school.  Jason was still asleep in the bed beside
her, so she figured he was not going to school this day, either.  She
slipped out of bed and silently padded out of the room, to the kitchen,
where there was another phone.  She quickly dialed a number, and waited
for someone to answer.  When they did, she said only three things.
 
    "It's me."
 
    "Yes."
 
    "Okay."
 
    She hung up the phone, and began to make breakfast for her
master, secure in the knowledge that she would be cared for this day,
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    When Mark returned from school, he brought his brother's
homework with him.  He found, however, that Jason and Angie were in
bed, screwing like rabbits, and Jason was in no position to worry about
his homework.  Mark went back to the living room, beginning his own
homework while watching TV.  He knew he ought to turn the television
off so he could concentrate better, but his homework was boring, and
the television wasn't, so it won the battle.
 
    He was well into his English homework when the doorbell
rang.  He knew the other two weren't about to get it, and besides, he
was the closest by far.  Getting up, he was somewhat glad for the
interruption.  He opened the door to find a gorgeous blonde standing in
front of him, her eyes cast down.  Behind her was a large suitcase.  He
wondered what the hell this was about.
 
    "Can I help you?"
 
    "I can only hope so," she said, her voice carrying a
moderate Russian accent.  "My name is Tanya Kadischev."  Her voice was
very soft, and he strained to hear her speak, especially since she was
perpetually looking down.  She was nearly half a foot shorter than him,
and he was looking down her blouse at the best set of tits he'd ever
come close to.
 
    "What can I do for you?" he asked, regaining his voice.
 
    She handed him a note.  Opening it, he read:
 
Dear Mr. & Mr. Caldwell:
 
The young woman who brought you this note is Tanya Kadischev.  She has
been through identical training to your mother's.  Unfortunately, the
individual who sent her to us is no longer able to take possession of
her.  As you are the only customer we have within her city, we are
asking if you would like to take charge of this young lady.  Her fee
has already been paid, and so there will be no charge to you.  Ms.
Kadischev is a computer specialist, and is quite capable of providing
income to support herself and others.  She is currently on vacation
from her job.  If you wish to refuse possession, please just instruct
Ms. Kadischev to return to us, and she will.  Otherwise, please accept
this as a special gift for your patronage.
 
Cerebral Tinting, Inc.
 
    *What the fuck?* Mark thought.  He was well and truly out
of his league here.  The young woman stood patiently, waiting for him
to decide her fate.   He looked her over, and began to get a hard-on. 
She was very beautiful, with her long blonde hair flowing past her
shoulder blades, and what must have been 36D tits.  She was about his
mother's height, perhaps an inch taller, and she was a knockout.  That
decided it for him.
 
    "Come in," he said, in a not-so-commanding voice.  She
turned to grab her suitcase, and walked in the door.  He shut it, and
turned to find her standing just as she had been, facing him with her
suitcase behind her, her eyes cast downward.
 
    "Look at me," he said with more authority, but still
kindly.  Her eyes briefly darted up to meet his, and he saw the most
beautiful crystal blue.  They were gone in a moment, averted back to
her original posture.
 
    "Look at me," he said again.
 
    "I'm not worthy to look you in the eyes, Master," she said.
 
    Mark stepped over to her.  She shivered just to feel him so
close to her.  He took his hand and nudged her chin upward, until she
had no choice but to look at him.
 
    "Whether or not you're worthy isn't important.  If what I
want is for you to look at me, then that's what you should do."  Mark
kept his voice quiet, but still he was able to assert some amount of
authority.
 
    "Yes, Master.  As you wish."  When he let go of her head,
she continued to look at his face, though she wouldn't maintain eye
contact as such.  He figured that was good enough; at least he got to
see her beautiful face this way, rather than the top of her head.
 
    "What happened to your... uh... other master?"
 
    "I don't know, sir.  All they told me was that I was to
come here."
 
    "Oh.  Okay.  Well, hmm.  Jason and Mom are a little
preoccupied at the moment, so I can't exactly introduce you.  Why don't
we sit on the couch and get to know each other a little bit?"
 
    Mark went and closed the curtains before joining her on the
couch.  He sat at the one end, but she immediately moved close to him,
her legs curled up under her, her body facing him.  Since she had been
given permission to look at his face, her eyes drank in his
appearance.  Her new master appeared to be strong and masculine, yet
his tone was gentle.  Tanya thought that perhaps she had gotten very
lucky with her new master.
 
    Mark put his arm up on the back of the couch, and turned
slightly toward her, so he could face her.  His leg touched her knee,
and she quivered at the feel of it.  She smiled at him, waiting for him
to take the lead.
 
    "How old are you?" he asked.
 
    "Twenty-four.  I hope I'm not too old for you, Master," she
said, a slight frown joining the waver in her voice.  It was, in fact,
something she was deathly afraid of.
 
    Mark sensed this, and wished to put the girl at ease.  He
moved his hand down from the couch onto her shoulder as he smiled at
her.  She nearly melted at his touch, and the relief in her was obvious
when he said, "Nope, not too old at all."
 
    Mark figured they could talk later.  It was obvious she
needed to be reassured of her place in the world.  He gripped her
shoulder a little more firmly, and pulled her to him slowly.  She came
readily, wanting to be close to him.  As she leaned forward, she got up
onto her knees and moved into him.  She ended up sitting in his lap,
her head on his shoulder.  This was her rightful place in the world; in
the arms of a strong man who would protect and care for her, and tell
her what needed to be done.
 
    Mark caressed her back for just a while, before pushing her
very gently away from him.  She looked at him, a question in her eyes. 
His hand slipped up to the back of her head, and pulled her forward,
bringing her lips to his.  She kissed him hotly, her tongue soon
probing his lips.  He allowed it entry, and she massaged his tongue
with her own, while her hands pressed against his chest.  His hand
finally left her head, and slid down her back.  His other hand joined
it when it reached her ass, and he cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing and
kneading the flesh.
 
    Tanya moaned into his mouth, letting her master know how
good he was making her feel.  Her body moved against him, trying to
arouse him, trying to make him want her.
 
    She was doing a marvelous job of that, and Mark's hands
soon left her ass.  He broke their kiss, and she sat up, waiting for
instructions.  Mark's fingers started to undo her blouse, which was a
nice pale yellow affair with not many buttons.  Two of them were
already undone, anyway, to show off her cleavage.  He made quick work
of the rest of them, and pulled the shirt loose from her jeans, laying
it back away from her chest.  He marveled at her tits, still encased in
a black satin bra.  His mouth watered just thinking about them, and he
waited as patiently as he could for her to get her blouse off her arms.
 
    Once she had that done, he reached behind her and unhooked
her bra.  He pulled it anxiously off her shoulders and down her arms. 
As she tossed it to the floor, he took in the sight of her heavenly
mounds.  Her nipples were large and erect, sitting on pale pink areolas
that were also large.  Unable to resist any longer, Mark moved in and
took one of her nipples into his mouth.  Tanya mewed as she felt his
tongue slide along her erect nub.  Her skin tingled with excitement at
the feel of him against her.  His fingers plied her other tit, and she
was awash in pleasure.
 
    Finally, Mark released her breast, and sat back.  He pulled
off his own shirt, and she watched as his muscular chest came into
view.  As a football player, Mark was in excellent shape, and Tanya
nearly drooled at the site of his body.
 
    "How do you want me to pleasure you, Master?" she asked,
unable to control herself any longer.
 
    "How about a blowjob?" he asked.  Most of his girlfriends
had found this a disgusting act, but it felt so damn good.
 
    "Anything, Master!" Tanya gushed.  She moved back a little,
so her hands could undo his pants.  Then she stood, so that she could
help him get them off.  His briefs came with the pants, and Tanya
gasped at the size of his erect cock.  Her body went weak, and she
dropped to her knees before him.  He smiled as she moved between his
legs, and his grin widened when she took his cock into her very dainty
fingers.  She ran her fingers softly along the smooth skin of his
prick, marveling at its size and texture.
 
    Without any need for encouragement, Tanya moved forward,
bending over to put her lips to her master's dick.  As the head of his
cock slipped into her mouth, Mark moaned.  Her tongue swirled around
the head of his dick for several seconds before her mouth slipped
further down onto his shaft.  She bobbed her head enthusiastically,
eventually taking most of his prick into her mouth.  Her free hand
fondled his balls, exciting him tremendously.
 
    It wasn't long before Mark felt the buildup in his balls
that told him he was about to blow his load.  He fought the urge to
buck his hips up at Tanya; he didn't want to hurt her.  She sensed his
impending climax and stopped moving her head, but kept up her suction,
trying to tickle the cum from his balls.  Finally, Mark could stop
himself no longer, and his spunk exploded into Tanya's mouth.  She
sucked and slurped until he stopped coming, and then she swallowed
every bit of his jism.  She released his dick with a happy smile.
 
    "Will you want more, Master?" she asked, eager to serve him
in any way she could.
 
    "In a minute.  Why don't you get out of those jeans?"
 
    Tanya immediately unfastened her pants, and shoved them
roughly off her hips, taking her panties with them.  She sat on the
coffee table to pull off her sneakers and socks, and then yanked her
remaining clothes off her legs.  She stood up, presenting her body to
her master, turning so he could see all of her.
 
    When she turned back around, he was sitting up on the
couch, and he motioned her to come to him.  She took the step, and then
knelt on the couch, straddling his lap.  She could feel his cock stuck
between them, and it was hardening.  Her tits pressed hotly against his
chest, and she felt tingles radiating from her nipples.
 
    Mark caressed her soft skin, marveling at how good she
felt.  Then he grabbed her ass, and lifted.  She helped him by using
her legs, and soon she was clear of his cock.  It was obvious what he
wanted, and so she reached down to position his dick at her opening. 
She was afraid of how bad it would hurt if he rammed her down onto him,
but it was not her place to question her master.
 
    Mark could feel the tension in her body; she didn't have to
voice her concern.  He held onto her as he slowly let her body drop
into his lap.  Inch by inch, her pussy engulfed his cock, and Tanya let
out a continuous series of sighs and mewls as she felt herself filled
like she had never been before.
 
    Soon, she was resting in her master's lap, and Tanya was in
heaven.  His cock was filling her, and it felt wonderful.  She couldn't
imagine being fuller than this, and her pussy fairly vibrated on his
dick.  Mark pulled her in, and kissed her.  His tongue pushed its way
into her mouth, and she let him take control, playing her body like an
instrument.  His tongue sent shivers through her mouth, and his cock
was sending waves of pleasure from her pussy.  She felt like she'd died
and gone to paradise.
 
    When Mark actually started to move his hips, sliding his
cock in and out of her, Tanya could not restrain a loud groan of
pleasure.  Her body was gripped by the ecstasy she felt, and she was no
longer in control.  Her hips rolled and bucked at him, her hands
clutched at him.
 
    Mark, wanting a better position, pulled her down sideways
and rolled on top.  Tanya had to do some quick maneuvering to make this
work, but neither of them stopped moving as she did so.  Finally, he
was on top of her, and he began to rut into her hard and fast.  Tanya
could feel his balls slamming against her ass cheeks, and his cock was
sending sparks of sheer bliss throughout her body.
 
    "Oh, yes, Master!  Fuck your slave!  Use my body for your
pleasure!  Play with me, toy with me, screw my brains out!  Oh god
YES!"  Tanya continued to utter encouragements and screams of pleasure
as Mark thrust into her repeatedly.  He was, himself, lost in pleasure
with the way her cunt gripped his cock, trying to suck it deeper and
deeper into her body, as if she were trying to absorb him.  He felt the
walls of her twat ripple along his length, and it was wonderful.
 
    Mark leaned down and took one of her nipples into his
mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he continued to pound her
pussy.  Tanya groaned at the sensations enfolding her body.  She knew
she was moments away from orgasm.  Her cunt squeezed and massaged her
master's cock, trying to get him to come with her.
 
    Mark was close, and he began to slam into her even harder. 
In his excitement, he lightly bit her nipple.
 
    "Oh, fuck, yes, Master, god I'm going to COME!" she
screamed.  Her body writhed in orgasm beneath her master.  Mark's cock
could not take the pressure her pussy was exerting, and he went into
overload.  He rammed his hips against her and blew his seed deep inside
her.  Again and again he felt his cock lurch.  It took several minutes
before either of them was coherent again.
 
 
 
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    Jason and Angie had just finished making love, and were
relaxing together, snuggling in each other's arms.  The loud scream of
passion from the living room reached them, and startled Jason.
 
    "What the fuck was that?"  Thinking that this was a stupid
question, he rephrased.  "Okay, I know *what* the fuck it was, but
*who* the fuck was that?"
 
    Jason started to get out of bed, but Angie lightly touched
his arm.  She didn't dare grab her master, but she could touch him to
get his attention.  Jason turned back to her.
 
    "Sweetie, perhaps you should give your brother a little
time to... um... calm down?"  She gave him her best 'come hither' look,
and it worked.
 
    "Maybe you're right."  Jason crawled back into the bed, and
lay next to his new toy, caressing her tits and resting from his
exertions.
 
 
 
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    Jason took the news of their new housemate with equanimity,
though it seemed clear that he didn't have a whole lot of interest in
her.  That suited Mark just fine, as he was fully willing to claim her
for his own.  It solved any jealousy issues there might have been
between the boys, though Mark still looked longingly at his mother.
 
    The next morning, after yet another night of wild sex,
Jason and Angie were in bed together, relaxing before they both had to
get up.  Jason had his arm around her, his hand playing with the
outside swelling of her breast.  She mewled softly at his touch.
 
    "I'll be going to school today, I guess.  Mark said I've
got a shitload of work to make up."
 
    "Okay," Angie said in understanding.  "Is there anything
special you want me to do while you're at school, Sweetie?"
 
    "Not especially.  Clean up, I suppose, and do the laundry. 
You might want to consider going shopping to get yourself some more
skirts.  You've only got three."
 
    "Oh.  But..."
 
    "What is it?" Jason asked, stopping his stroking of her
tit.  She looked up at him.
 
    "I might pick something you don't like if I go by myself."
 
    Jason thought for a minute.  "Good point.  Okay, we can do
that this weekend, then."  He kissed her, to let her know he wasn't
upset with her.  She snuggled more tightly against him, to let him know
to whom she belonged.
 
 
 
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    In Mark's bedroom, another couple was just waking up from a
night of peaceful slumber.  Tanya had given herself to Mark repeatedly
the previous evening, and he'd been worn out when he fell asleep.  He
found, however, that waking up to a beautiful woman cuddled against you
was a very pleasant experience.  He stroked her back and sides while
she slept.  When his hands reached down to caress her ass, she moaned,
and began to wake up.  When her eyes opened, she tilted her head back
to look into the face of her master.  Mark smiled at her, and she gave
him her most contented smile in return.
 
    "Good morning, Master," she said quietly.
 
    "Good morning, Tanya," Mark said.  He kissed her, and she
melted against him.  It felt so good to Mark to have her body pressed
against him like that.  He wished he had more time, but he couldn't
miss school like Jason could get away with; he wasn't smart enough.
 
    "Mm, I have to get ready for school, Tanya, or else we
could play."
 
    "I understand, Master.  How can I help?"
 
    "Uh..."  Mark had no idea what she could do.  He was quite
capable of dressing himself, and showering with her would *definitely*
make him late for school.  Finally, he thought of something.  "You
could make breakfast."
 
    "Great!" she said enthusiastically.  They cuddled for just
a few more moments, and then they each climbed out of bed.  Mark
watched as Tanya threw on a long nightshirt.  It covered her fully, but
he could still remember the curves beneath.  He padded off to the
shower before his libido could get the better of him.
 
 
 
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    Just after dinner that evening, the four were sitting in
the living room, watching television, when Jason got an idea.
 
    "Hey, Mom, why don't you go buy us a case of beer?"  Jason
looked over at Mark and winked.  Mark grinned at his brother.
 
    "Okay, Sweetie.  Do you want to go with me to pick it out?"
 
    "Nah.  I don't know beer, anyway, so just get something
normal."
 
    She looked to Mark for any further instructions. Mark
shrugged.  "Get a case of Bud, I guess."  She nodded, and left the
house.
 
    "Master," Tanya said, "I have a question.  How do you want
me to refer to you in public?"
 
    Mark looked at her, not having a clue.  Improvising, he
said, "What would you *like* to call me?"
 
    "I'd like to call you Master, but I think you might have to
explain that too often for it to be convenient for you."
 
    "Good point.  Jason?  Any ideas?"
 
    "Angie just calls me 'Sweetie' all the time, so no, no
idea.  I'm satisfied with that.  What does she call you?"
 
    "Mark," he said with a smile.  "I haven't been with her in
public since she got back."  Turning back to Tanya, he said, "Maybe you
can do the same thing, though.  Come up with a pet name for me that you
can use in public."
 
    "Yes, sir.  Do you have a preference?"
 
    "Not really."
 
    "I'll think of something."
 
    They went on to chat about other things.
 
 
 
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    Three hours later, Jason was completely plastered.  He'd
drank more than a six pack of beer, and he was totally lost in a
drunken stupor.  He couldn't even get to his feet.  Mark, who'd had
only two beers over the course of the previous hours, smiled wickedly
at his brother.  He'd have to make fun of him over this for many weeks
to come.  In the meantime, Mark escorted the two women to his bedroom,
where he indulged in every man's fantasy.
 
 
 
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    The weekend passed quickly for the teens, who were in
heaven, each settling into a comfortable relationship with his chosen
main partner.  The return to school on Monday was something of a
letdown, after having spent a weekend of sex and companionship.
 
    Of course, for Mark, school meant far more than just being
taken away from Tanya.  It meant a struggle with each class to try to
understand the strange concepts being taught.  What the hell square pie
had to do with circles, he didn't know, but he had to learn it.  His
mind wandered during class to his conversation with Tanya the previous
night.  She'd wondered if she was supposed to go back to work.  He'd
told her that she had probably ought to, since the family no longer had
an income, and she would be feeding all of them.  She'd assured him
this wouldn't be a problem, as she made more money than his father had.
 
    Mark felt little to no remorse about his father's death. 
Ted Caldwell had been an asshole to Mark for a long time, and having
him gone was rather pleasant.  Having been part of killing him bothered
Mark only slightly.  It bothered him more that Jason had so easily
taken over, and taken their mother as he did.  Mark wondered how he had
grown up so weak as to allow his younger brother to take the reins that
way.
 
    *Well, not much point in worrying over it now.  He has
them, and that's just the way things are.*
 
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    "What are you doing, Khozyain?" Tanya asked.  He looked up
from his schoolwork.
 
    "What did you call me?"
 
    She blushed as she came into the room.  "Khozyain.  It is
Russian for Master.  I figured it would be easier for you to explain
away as just a nickname that way.  Do you not like it?"
 
    He smiled at her.  "That's neat.  I wish I spoke another
language."
 
    "I could teach you Russian," she offered.
 
    "I'm too dumb to learn it.  Just like this damned
English."  He paused, and then decided to see how far he could press
her.  "Why don't you do it for me?"  He saw a slight hesitation, and so
he sweetened the pot.  "I'll let you sit on my lap while you do it."
 
    She smiled, and closed the door behind her.  She turned
back and, with the sweetest of smiles, asked, "Can I sit on your *cock*
while I do it, Khozyain?"
 
    He chuckled at her.  "Oh, if you insist," he said,
unzipping his pants.  *This will be the best possible way to get my
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    When Mark walked through the door on Saturday, he was
immediately confronted by Tanya.
 
    "Khozyain, please fuck your lowly slave!  Those two have
been tormenting me for a half hour!"  She motioned to Jason and Angie,
fucking merrily away on the sofa, essentially ignoring the other two in
the room.  Mark set down the stuff he'd bought at the store - much of
it for Tanya - and took her into his arms.
 
    "They've been mean again, have they?" he asked with real
pity.  Tanya seemed to crave sex, and having to put up with it being
flaunted in front of her without a release was torture.  She nearly
pulled Mark over to the couch, but couldn't bring herself to go that
far.  Mark knew what she wanted, though, and so he walked that way,
flopping down on the sofa, which his brother was on the other end of,
fucking his naked mother.  Mark looked at her briefly, realizing he'd
only screwed her twice, and feeling a brief stab of envy.
 
    These thoughts were sidetracked when Tanya's small hand
caressed his dick through his jeans.  "Khozyain, may I?" she asked. 
Mark nodded, and she began to undo his pants.  He lifted his hips when
she wanted to pull his jeans down, and so they were soon at his
ankles.  Tanya sighed at the sight of her master's large prick, and
licked her lips in anticipation of having it in her mouth.
 
    Mark grunted as soon as her lips touched his prick.  She
worked her mouth over his cock, arousing him fully and sending tingles
throughout his groin.  Soon her head was bobbing on his dick, and he
loved the feel of her lips and tongue working over his length as her
hands massaged his balls.
 
    Jason finally looked over at his brother.  "Damn, this is a
great way to spend the weekend."
 
    Mark looked at him.  "You didn't have to torture Tanya that
way."
 
    "Huh?  Oh.  Sorry, but when you feel the need..."
 
    "Uh-huh."  Mark glared at his brother, but couldn't stay
angry with the feelings that Tanya was giving him.
 
    "You know," Jason went on, uncaring of his brother's ire,
"We really need to throw a party.  Angie and Tanya can act as hosts,
get us some beer, maybe some whiskey or something.  We can invite over
some girls, have a grand time."
 
    "The last time you drank," Mark said wickedly, "you didn't
do so hot."  This time it was Jason's turn to glare.
 
    "Okay, I overdid it.  It was my first time.  Shut the fuck
up about it."
 
    "You know," Mark said, getting back to the original idea,
"that if you get a bunch of guys drunk here, they're going to be
hitting on every woman in sight.  Including Mom and Tanya."
 
    "So?  It'd be good to have certain guys owe us a favor.  If
they want to screw the girls, then hey, go for it, but there's always a
price to pay for such things."
 
    Angie didn't quite like the way this conversation was
going.  She felt it was time that the boys knew the truth.
 
    "Jason," she said, irritating him, as he'd told her not to
call him that, "I think there's something you should know."
 
    Mark and Jason both looked at her.  Tanya stopped her
sucking to look at Angie.
 
    Mark said, "Who told you to stop?" His voice was not harsh,
but it did carry an order with it.  She quickly bowed her head, and
then returned her mouth to his dick.
 
    "We're waiting," said Jason.
 
    "Sweetie, I know all about Cerebral Tinting, Incorporated. 
I haven't been brainwashed to be your brain-dead sex slave."
 
    Jason shivered just a little.  "What do you mean?"
 
    This time, when Angie looked up, Mark didn't object
immediately.
 
    "I haven't been reprogrammed to do your bidding, son.  I'm
doing it willingly."
 
    "I think you better explain, Mom," Mark said.  He looked
down at Tanya, and then pulled her up into his lap.  She lifted her
skirt, to show him that she wasn't wearing panties.  He could see that
her pussy was dripping.  "You can ride me while she explains," Mark
said.  She smiled broadly at him as she sank down on his cock, trying
to keep her sigh low so that Angie could talk.
 
    "You see," Angie began, "I'm a submissive by nature.  I
don't like having to make the decisions.  I prefer to have a strong man
over me, telling me how things are going to be.  Your *father*," the
contempt in her voice was clear, "would never do that for me.  He
thought it was 'deviant' behavior.  I just couldn't take it anymore, so
I decided to try to find another man to fill that place.  Knowing both
of you as I do, I thought you might be interested in taking over my
life for me."
 
    "So, uh... what about Irene?  I mean, she had that whole
rig, and she took you away... and..." Mark was stuttering, until Tanya
took pity on him.
 
    "Y'all just were so sweet the day I came here, too," Tanya
said, in a perfect Texas drawl.  Mark looked at her in astonishment. 
She reverted back to her Russian accent as she continued.  "I have a
gift for accents.  I stick with my native Russian only because I am
proud of my heritage.  If you wish for me to speak in an American
accent, Khozyain..."
 
    "No, it's okay... I thought you looked familiar, but I
couldn't place you."  He continued to slip his cock in and out of her
in small movements, and she was starting to pant.
 
    "So, why bring this up now?"
 
    "Sweetie, I love you, and I will do anything you order me
to, but I *am* a person, and not a piece of meat.  I really don't want
to be passed around like a joint at a party."
 
    Everyone in the room was surprised when Mark was the one to
respond.  He reached over and smacked his mother - hard - on the ass. 
Jason felt her cunt contract at the assault.
 
    "You'll do what you're told, and you'll like it," Mark said
with authority.  Jason looked at him a little funny, but his mother
merely nodded her submission.  Mark turned to Tanya and said, "Do you
have any objections?"  His voice was a little harder than she was used
to hearing it.  She shook her head negatively.
 
    "Good," he said, as he began to rut into her harder. 
Jason, seeing that the conversation was over, decided to join his
brother, and started to fuck Angie as well.  The boys rammed their
dicks into the ladies harder and harder.
 
    It was Jason who blew first, shooting his wad up into his
mother.  She smiled dutifully at him, loving the feel of his load up
inside her.  She laid her body against him, and rested, as she watched
Mark fucking Tanya.  Tanya was panting and grunting, straining to hold
back her orgasm, but it was no use.  Mark's thick cock pushed her over
the brink, and she screamed out her climax.  Her cunt rippled along
Mark's dick, and he enjoyed that sensation, allowing it to push him to
his own orgasm, spewing his load deep inside of his lovely servant.
 
    Tanya, exhausted, laid herself against her Khozyain.  Angie
turned her head to look at Tanya, but stopped when she saw Mark's
eyes.  There was a reassurance there that warmed her heart.
 
    *You'll do what you're told,* the look said, *but it may
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    Mark stood, looking over the edge of the bridge.  His
mother stood on one side of him, and Tanya stood on the other.  It had
been a month since Ted Caldwell's death.  What lay below them was a
twisted, mangled wreck of metal that had once been a motorcycle.  It
was something that Jason had forced his mother to buy for him, and he
liked to ride it fast.  Jason liked to ride dangerous roads, as well,
and this one was one of the worst.  The police had said that the bike
was traveling over a hundred miles an hour when it left the road. 
There were no skid marks.
 
    A body had not been found; only pieces of it were ever
located.  The wreckage was strewn for a hundred yards, five hundred
feet below the bridge.  The police told them that Jason had almost
certainly died on impact, and that he would not have felt the shredding
of his body.
 
    Angie Caldwell controlled her emotions in front of the
police.  Mark, meanwhile, looked down at the wreck with contempt.  A
police officer, noting Mark's reaction, came over to him.
 
    "Is everything all right, son?"
     Mark turned to him, the look on his face not changing a
bit.  "I guess.  But I thought my brother was smarter than this.  It's
dark out, it's a nasty road... how fast did you say he was going?"
 
    "A hundred, maybe hundred and ten, miles an hour."
 
    "Shit.  Officer, doesn't that sound just stupid?"
 
    The officer was taken slightly aback by the teen's anger,
but then, he'd seen people react this way to death before, so it wasn't
entirely a surprise.
 
    "I'd call it unwise, yes."
 
    Mark snorted. "'unwise'.  Yeah, that's a good word for my
brother.  Ever since Dad died, he was getting more and more reckless."
 
    "How did your father die, son?" the officer asked,
wondering if there was something more here than he saw.
 
    "My husband died of a heart attack, officer.  It was about
a month ago.  Jason..." Angie stopped to wipe a tear off her cheek. 
"Jason didn't take it well.  He changed... he started drinking, and he
was very unsafe on that damn bike."  Mark pulled her to his shoulder,
letting her sob against his chest.
 
    "What's your relationship to the family, Miss?" the officer
asked, wondering if she could shed some light on things.
 
    "I'm his girlfriend," Tanya lied.  She couldn't very well
say she was his slave, now could she?
 
    "Oh."  And that killed the last possible motivation for any
kind of wrongdoing here.  Besides, there was no way they could make a
case for anything, the bike and the body were both in horribly small
pieces on the rocks below.
 
    "I'm sorry," the officer said, and, with no more words left
to say, walked away from the grieving family to return to his patrol.
 
 
 
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    "What really happened?" Angie asked Mark when they got home.
 
    "I gave him some of the same stuff we gave Dad."
 
    Angie did not go pale, but Tanya did.  "You killed your own
brother, but why?"
 
    "I didn't like the competition, and I didn't like how he
was treating you both."
 
    Angie was quiet for several moments.  "How did you keep him
from throwing that party?"
 
    "It wasn't easy.  I had to pull all sorts of excuses and
stunts.  Finally, I ran out of ways to do it.  That's why he's dead
now.  He was set on pimping you like a whore.  You're not sluts.
 
    "At least," Mark added, "Not for anyone but me."
 
 
 
 
 
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