Title: Tims Life
Keywords: mc, mF, ff, inc, nc, mom, son, Author: Caesar
"Though the invalid Saint of Brac
Lay all of his life on his back,
His got her share,
And the pilgrams now stare
At the scene, in this shrine, on a plaque."
-author unknown
A quick look into the life of Tim Wilson, and how his desire for power
and sex was fulfilled though his use of his mental talents.
Disclaimer:
#include "std_disclaimer.h"
All characters are fictional and a figment <g> of my imagination.
Constructive e-mail welcome.
Tim's Life - Chapter I (present)
by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996-2002
$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:29 $
Tim sat back and watched the crowd of cheering on the three lady
entertainers. He smiled enjoying the sight of whom he knew, and
their reaction to the show the three women put on.
Two of them were rubbing each others bodies with normal cooking oil
and the third was on the husband-to-be's hard cock. shook beer and champaign bottles to shower the females in foamy suds.
It was probably wildest bachelor party any of them will ever get the
chance to attend.
"Fucking great chicks Tim. Where did you get them?" A hand slapped
Tim's shoulder and forced him to acknowledge the groom's younger
cousin.
"At the local university." The looked like he was about to
ask another question so Tim added, "You just have to ask nicely." The
other stumbled off laughing at Tim's last words. As it appeared
the two oiled up ladies were now enjoying a sixty-nine, Tim smiled
pleased his entertainment had been a success. Though it wasn't over.
Several more came by to congratulate the best on his
selection of ladies, while others just wanted to chat. Almost all
became distracted with the entertainment and could not carry on a
conversation for more than a few seconds. The groom, Rob, was
obviously coming close to shooting his load into the tiny brunettes
hungry bobbing mouth, while the group of cheered him onward.
That was Tim's cue and he moved quickly forward to pull the off his friends lap, a large number of atypical comments were thrown
at him. It was the groom that sat with his dick standing out of his
pants still glistening with teenage saliva that groaned, "God damn it
Tim - what the hell are you doing!?"
He pulled his friend to his feet, the average size cock still pointing
out of his pants, "She was just an appetizer. In there," pointing
towards a door to the adjoining suite, "is the real entertainment!" A
chores of guys, who finally saw the mysterious fun in this, cheered
the two on as they made there way to the door. The groom was
blushing again, as he had several times this evening, and asked, "I
want that one Tim?" Nodding back to the who stood lost
amongst several male admirers.
"Forget her Rob, in here is where you get the spend the night. Its my
present to you." A few shouted lewd things, but it was ignored.
"Don't worry no one will bother you!" Tim turned to the crowd and
spoke the last sentence loud enough to be heard by those nearest.
Most of the were watching as the two oiled entertainers
had ganged up on the cock-sucker and it appeared she was
being forced to submit. It didn't look like many were now interested
in Rob and Tim, so with great flourish the best-man opened the door
and pushed his friend in. He followed and made sure the door was
closed behind them.
The room was very dim, but the shadows didn't hide the kneeling
lingerie clad woman on the floor before the bed. Her long curly hair
was about her face but her pale skin and curvaceous body looked very
attractive. Rob stumbled further into the room and sat on the bed
behind the kneeling woman, who hadn't yet moved. Tim standing by the
door watched for a few seconds and then spoke firmly to the lady,
"Stand up slave and show yourself to your master."
The woman sat back onto her heels and then slowly turned her body
about, until she was kneeling facing Rob. The grooms reaction wasn't
expected, except by Tim, and now he knew why no one else was allowed
in this room. Kneeling before him, back straight, knees spread,
sitting on her feet was his youngest Marge. Rob gasped out,
but could not take his eyes off his twenty four year-old sexy sister.
She spoke first, "How may I please you master?" Her voice was
perfectly submissive, and Marge used a small voice. It had the
desired effect. Rob's penis, which was slowly drooping suddenly
jerked hard and stayed up.
Rob ignored the submissive woman for only a second and looked to his
best friend, "How...?" Rob's fantasy was indeed to enjoy the
incestuous relationship with his sister, as well as to have her as a
sexual slave. Only it always been a closely guarded secret - and he
had told no one. Not even his best friend Tim.
Tim just smiled, "This has always been your fantasy hasn't it Rob? To
have your as a slave." Rob had long ago learned not to ask
certain questions of his friend. Tim looked down at the voluptuous
woman, grinning at the surprise he just delivered, "Marge why don't
you suck on your brothers cock for starters."
She made a moan of delight and crawled the few feet to Rob's feet and
immediately lowered her face down onto his cock. Rob groaned out
loudly, it was obvious he was ready to blast into the mouth. Tim opened the door and quickly slipped back to the party,
making sure the door was locked so the couple would not be disturbed.
A few faces noticed his return and shouted out for him to join the
crowd. One of the oiled was on two cocks
simultaneously, both crowns moving back and forth inside her mouth.
The other was kneeling down on the floor and had one cock in
her mouth the other in her cunt. The cock sucker, now
sporting ripped lingerie, lay with her back on the table and a crowd
of watched as Rob's cousin fucked the woman in her ass. The long
thin legs pressed against her torso, looking like she was bent in
half.
"How is Rob doing Tim?" A guy shouted across a few bodies.
"Very good!" Several that heard the comment laughed, not realizing
the groom at that moment was shooting his load of sperm into his own
sisters mouth. None would have believed it anyway.
Tim's Life - Chapter II (past)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
"Timmy your going to be late again! Get up." His pulled off
the rough wool blanket from the teens skinny body. The cool air hit
him and he rolled up into the fetal position. "Get up man."
Her hand firmly came down upon his pyjama covered bottom causing a
loud slap and the thirteen year-old to quickly jerk up out of bed.
"Ouch! Mom!?" He stood rubbing his bottom as his pulled out
some clean clothes from his drawers.
"Now get dressed, breakfast is on the table." She headed towards the
door, "Its already cold and your sisters probably ate most of it."
"Probably." He mumbled to himself, his three sisters always left him
next to nothing when he slept in. Following his mothers instructions,
the pulled his clothing on quickly, grabbed his school books
and bag then ran downstairs.
"Try not to dent the floor honey." His spooned out the rest of
porridge into a bowl and handed it to her only son. A knock at the
screen door and his buddy Jerry came in with a wave of his hand as a
hello. "Hello Jerry. How did your mothers bake sale go Saturday?"
"Fine Mrs. Wilson." He grabbed a cold piece of toast from his friends
plate and ate it.
Tim spoke, with his mouth full of porridge and milk, "Did you get all
of the algebra questions done for today?" Jerry didn't even move, or
even give any indication that he had heard his friend.
"Jerry?"
Tim turned his head to see what his buddy was looking at, and was a
little stunned and surprised at his friend. Jerry was staring boldly,
as if mesmerized, at Tim's own mother. The morning sun was bright as
its rays filled the tiny kitchen with light. Standing between the
rays of light and the teens, was Tim's mom. Her flowered pattern
dress, common to the styles of that time, at least for housewives was
almost transparent. She wasn't wearing a slip and the shadowed curves
of her body shocked her son.
"Do you want more toast?" She smiled over at the men,
oblivious to both sets of eyes upon her. She was always nice to
Jerry.
Jerry spoke up, "Yes ma'am." Tim was about to speak up, knowing they
were already late for the first class and it wouldn't be a good idea
to wait for the bread to toast. Then he saw that his bend over to
get the half-loaf of bread from beneath the cupboard. Her bottom was
raised up high and the rear hem of her skirt rose up to mid thigh,
giving the two teenage a good view of her unstockinged legs.
Tim was shocked and excited at the same time. To his early pubescent
body even the sight of his own caused his body to tremble and his
cock to stiffen. He could not take his eyes from her, wondering why
he had never noticed her this way before.
A kick to his leg brought him temporarily out of it, Jerry smiled at
his friend and winked. It was a look they had shared a few times when
looking at the around the neighbourhood. Once they even enjoyed
the sight of Jerry's sister, Esmerelda, as she rode a bicycle
about the back yard. Her skirt had ridden up so high most of her
thigh could be seen. It was all very enjoyable but never had Tim felt
this strongly about any sight before. Perhaps because it felt
particularly nasty to be ogling his own mother.
She toasted two more pieces of bread giving the two more time to
watch her against the light before she came over to place two plates
down on the table. She set her sons down quickly, then leaned over
and set down Jerry's. When she did this, the neckline of her dress
fell to reveal her ample to both sets of eyes. "There. You
boys better eat and run - I don't want to get another note from your
teacher Timmy." She smiled at the both of them and then left to
follow her usual morning rituals.
Leaning over, Jerry whispered, "Your has got the hots for me!"
Tim swung his fist and made contact with his buddies shoulder.
"Ouch. Don't blame me if she wants my body." Jerry moved quickly this
time to avoid another fist. "Bet you, she fingers herself after we
leave? Did you see the way her ass moved when she left, damn I wish
she was my mom!" Tim didn't even try to swing this time. It was
common for his companion to be brutal and blunt in his appraisal of
different woman. Jerry had even done the same thing to his own
sister, the one time they had ogled her legs. He hated his friend at
that moment, and knew it was jealously.
That same evening, Tim realized he looked at his differently. She
had a curvy body like the woman his friend Jerry and he watched when
strolling down Central Street. She was much better built than the
girls his own age, and even better than his sisters. He wondered how
he never noticed what a looker she was. Yet, he also wondered at the
crude remarks of his buddy; did she really like Jerry, she was always
smiling and asking him to stay over for supper, and Tim wondered if
she really had played with herself during the day. Tim knew woman
often masturbated, and always wanted to see that. Did they do it the
same way did, he wondered.
Since he was spending more time around her, Tim's recruited her
son to hold the yarn while she knitted a shawl. The was seated
before the television, the first in the neighbourhood, and they all
watched the Honeymooners. His laughed continuously and loudly,
which was often echoed by all his sisters. It was his that
couldn't care less about the show, and was just happy to sit with her
family. Since there was not enough couch space, Tim sat on the floor
next to his mothers legs. The same that he had been ogling that very
morning. So distracted at the nearness of her flesh that he wasn't
even watching the show.
He stared very hard at her ankle, and the knitted slipper covering her
feet. He marvelled at the curvature of her calf and the shiny
smoothness. Why hadn't he ever noticed it before, he asked himself
again and again. Like many men, Tim soon desired more, wanted
to know what that calf felt like. His imagination ran wild and he
thought of simply reaching out to rub her skin, or maybe she would not
mind if he allowed his leg to rest against hers. The teenager
thought constantly for a way to touch her, to get a better view.
That was when it happened.
The first time he could ever remember it happening. Without any
details, its simpler to just say his shifted in her seat and moved
her legs a few inches. Nothing untoward, or strange, and no one else
in the room took notice. Except her movement had caused her smooth
skin to move over and press against her sons upper arm.
Somehow, Tim knew he had made this happen. He wanted to touch her leg
and she simply moved it closer to him, touching her son. It was
ridiculous to anyone else, but Tim was so startled by what just
happened to him, he didn't even notice that he finally had the chance
to touch her body. When he did, he tested his thoughts and shifted
about, pressing his arm more firmly into his moms leg. She didn't move
a inch. It felt warm, smooth, and alien. Tim felt his body tremble
in excitement and he tried to still his breathing before someone else
in the room noticed.
Letting go of the two hands full of yarn, Tim knew he just had to want
her to be silent and she would be. He reached across his own body and
grasped her round firm calf in one hand. He marvelled at the strong
thick muscle beneath his hand and the warm skin covering it. It was
effectively the first time Tim had ever touched a woman's skin, and
even though it was his mothers body, it excited him immensely.
Taking a quick glance up, Tim saw the silent anger in her gaze as she
stared hard at him. He almost pulled his hand from her lower leg, and
wondered at his own thoughts - that he had wanted to touch her skin,
and then he found he was able. He stopped pawing her calf and even
eased up on the strength. It was the same look that he had often
gotten growing up into adolescence. A look that told him, that he was
in very deep trouble. She didn't say a word, nor pulled her leg from
his grasp but raised one eyebrow and looked down at his hand - the
message clear. To take his hand off her immediately.
That was the next moment when he simply knew that she would not betray
him since he had desired her to be silent. It was a stronger feeling
than simple conviction, it came from deep within him. Tim simply knew
he did not have to take his hand off her body if he didn't want
to. His only worry was that she would say something after this evening
was finished. Almost as soon as he thought it, he also knew she would
never speak to anyone else about what happened privately between
them. He knew, because he is the one that ensured it. Somehow his own
thoughts had manipulated her own and caused her to follow his unspoken
wishes. Tim enjoyed the exciting images this gave him.
His mothers smoldering eyes never came off her only son's when she
unfolded the shawl to cover her legs and his pawing hand. For the
next ten minutes, the felt every inch from her ankle to just
behind the knee. All the while, conscious that his sat staring
angrily at him, yet not saying a single word.
The next morning his mothers shrill angry voice awoke him, "Just what
did you think you were doing last night man!?" She was trying
not to shout.
It was time to wake, and Tim sat up in his bed, to yawn and
stretch. Thinking before saying anything he pondered the late evening
he had after retiring to bed. The thoughts of control he had fielded
and the warm touch of a woman's body had giving his thoughts many
images as he masturbated several times. Before falling asleep, he
asked himself, what else can I do?
"Answer me Timmy!" She stood over him, hands on hips looking
threatening.
"Oh... I just wondered...", he stopped clumsily, as he pondered the
next words. He felt like being crude, like his friend. Yet, wondered
what the reaction would be. Tim loved his very much, and never
even considered that his fondling exploration the evening before had
harmed her in the least. In fact he ventured to assume, incorrectly,
that she secretly enjoyed it as much as he. "...what it felt like."
He did feel a little embarrassed at that moment.
She looked amazed and bent forward to bring her face down a few inches
from her sons. "So you just decided to feel me up in front of your
father and sisters is that it Timmy?" She was hissing her words and
looked very dangerous at that moment.
It wasn't a question that really needed answering and the teenager felt his own anger rise. "Its not like I grabbed your or anything!" He chose her to retaliate with since in this
position he could again see her ample as she bent before him.
Her next move startled him, she quickly stood back up and slapped him
across his face. She stood there in silent rage while he held his
face. Nothing else was to be said, and his suddenly turned and
left him alone. That was when he sent this next mental desire to her,
that she would never hinder his enjoyment of her, even as she slammed
the door to his room and left. Tim knew his command had taken effect.
In only a few moments, Tim was dressed and ready to continue the
day. His face still stung where his own slapped him and his
blood boiled with anger. He found her in the kitchen, alone and
already cleaning the dirty breakfast dishes left by her family. She
didn't notice her angry son stand behind her and never knew he was
there until hands suddenly took hold of her large breasts.
"What...?!" She tried to turn but found that the strong arms
encircling her were strong enough to hold her firmly. The middle-aged
woman also discovered that it was her son, as she was able to turned
her face to look into a part of his. She didn't try to struggle as
soon as she had proof who it was. Hands tore at her homemade blouse
about her breasts. The thin summer garment ripped in several places
but the inexperienced hands could not tear the strong bra beneath.
"Please stop it Timmy!" She whispered almost to herself.
Not to be undone, the angry pulled one hand back from the
large soft globes that he had roughly fondled to tug and pull his
mothers skirt to her waist. The flimsy cotton beneath were
easily torn from one leg and they dropped to her ankle.
The of four children felt her son fumbling with the buttons on
his slacks and felt her breath come in gasps. Mrs. Wilson knew what
was about to happen and dreaded it. Where had she gone wrong, she
wondered? Tears rolled down her face.
The hard flesh of the male phallus pressed against her generous pale
bottom. Her only son rhythmically pressed his body against her ass,
pressing her firmly against the sink. The was too far gone
and had lost most of his sensibility to the fiery feelings of his
adolescent cock. The hand fumbled down between the two bodies. His
slightly shorter body and her bent position gave him easy access to
the crevice he sought. In his anxious movements and inexperience, Tim
pressed the head of his cock against his mothers asshole.
"God no Timmy! Not there please." She bent forward to allow him
easier access to another possible pleasure spot for her only son. Yet
his hand which mercilessly grappled her held her in place. It
was the sheer tightness of her bottom as well as the anxious
desire to plunge himself into her that caused him to bypass her anus.
Fumbling about, he found her vaginal passage and felt the head of his
young cock enter her.
The middle-aged woman gasped loudly, thankful that he had not
continued upon his previous path. He plunged his hard teen cock deep
within her partially wet sex until the kinky hairs brushed her smooth
bottom. Tim's bit her bottom lip as her only son began
pounding frantically within her. The teenagers own groans
echoed loudly about the kitchen while the jerking movements of his
slim hips accelerated.
Tim lost his virginity that day to his mother, the first time he used
his mind to truly get what he wanted. All his life she had been the
maternal figure, the woman whom others would have to excel towards.
Until recently, he had not known how desirable she truly was. Tim
thought nothing but lust and desire when his seed finally emptied deep
insider his mothers body.
Tim's Life - Chapter III (present)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
Mrs. Leveque passed the legal documents across her desk to Tim
Wilson. He smiled at the handsome woman and then placed his signature
upon several of the documents. Taking a breather to calm his
excitement, Tim looked up into the powerful woman's eyes. Finally he
stood and reached across the mahogany desk, hand extended. She
finally cracked a smile and shook his.
"I never want to see you again. Correct Mr. Wilson?" Her small hand
was dry and very warm. Tim realized it trembled only slightly and was
tempted to enjoy this thirty-six year-old woman before he left.
She looked older. "Of course Mrs. Leveque." She withdrew her hand
then picked up the sheath of papers to ensure the younger had
completed them fully. This also effectively allowed her to ignore his
confident gaze.
Still standing, Tim admired the woman seated before him. Remembering
the sight of her as she thrashed under the fulfilled fantasy of with her and her husband. Who would have guessed this woman
held such a passionate and kinky desire - held so long as she grew up
with the slightly - that lowered her upper crust breeding
to that of a common slut. Tim smiled he remembered the sight of the
gray haired woman her own sisters tit, and then later, the
sisters younger husband's cock.
It had been so easy, thought Tim. While eating a early brunch one
Sunday morning at a outdoor cafe down by the yacht club with Rob and
while his friend chatted away about the merits of life - a
discussion that truly bored Tim - he browsed the minds of some of the
female patrons. Mrs. Leveque, a newly divorced, but a rich and
powerful woman sat eating brunch with her sister. As the elder
Leveque, both ladies maiden name, told about her eldest son's
endeavours at his high school, the younger sister's thoughts blatantly
devoured her sisters body and face.
After all these years, Tim was not surprised in the least, after
discovering so many peoples desires and fantasies. It was
probably the paradox of the outward boredom of the rich handsome woman
compared to her lecherous inner thoughts that forced his actions. That
and the gray-haired sisters were both well-kept attractive upper crust
ladies. Tim wanted to see there outer demeanour crumble in the face
of promised sexual fantasies.
The rest was easy. Tim had introduced himself at the table, after
making a bet with Rob that he could score with the "old broads", and
then began to mentally manipulate the of the sisters. It was
the younger who's spirit he wanted to control - without his
mental suggestions. When the lady had departed to the water
closet, Tim had dropped his pretence of being a gentleman and then
told Mrs. Leveque bluntly what he had to offer. She was too surprised
and outwardly disgusted by the younger mans offer to fulfil her
"incest fantasies" with her that she hadn't been able to say
anything when the woman returned. Before another word was said,
the gray haired elder reached over and placed a crumpled
garment into Tim's lap. It was the woman's panties. Smiling at
Mrs. Leveque, he gave the used under garment to her as a present and a
suggestion for a "business proposal".
Husband and had grouped up on Mrs. Leveque, the same woman that
now read the documents slowly. They had been especially gentle and
slow. The didn't need any encouragement when his had
suggested a threesome with herself and her younger sister. He had
been all for it, only the presence of the quiet in the corner had
surprised him. But his sister-in-law had wished it. Tim had enjoyed
watching the threesome, the elder tired bodies, the almost
identical sisters, the fanatical way Mrs. Leveque enjoyed the three
hours. She rushed to enjoy all aspects of her sister, while only
using the single average sized cock to quell the urges that only the
male member can fulfil.
When it was over, Tim stood at the foot of the bed and asked to be
alone with Mrs. Leveque. She was exhausted and spent, but had enough
energy to pull a blanket over her pale body. The couple
left. The deal was simple, that he could promise the use of her for a hefty financial sum. Money was nothing to the powerful
woman and she agreed even though it represented a generous percentage
of her families fortune which she had taken upon herself to manage.
People would do almost anything for fantasy, or the promise of
fantasy. Only Tim didn't promise to fulfil a persons fantasies, he
delivered. "Would you have slept with me to have your as your
lover?"
Mrs. Leveque cringed at his question and looked like she was
attempting to control her normal response. Tim had seen her at the
most degrading and sexually enjoyable moment in her life, it wasn't
necessary to act the heiress with him. Yet, his look embarrassed her,
as only he knew her secret desires and had seen her when she had
enjoyed them. She looked up at the younger man, then answered, "No
Mr. Wilson, I would not have slept with you."
Tim smiled, and after a quick confirmation - knew that she didn't even
believe herself, but was hoping he believed her. So he queried her
yet again, "Well, would you sleep with me to get another taste of what
you enjoyed last Sunday?"
She set down the papers and placed her palms flat on the desk. "Are
you reneging on our deal Mr. Wilson?" Mrs. Leveque was negotiating
deals long before Tim had started to enjoy the ladies.
"Not at all. I was just wondering if you were willing to let me fuck
you in the ass", at that point Tim began to browse her thoughts, "if I
could ensure you would be able to do the same to your sister?" He sat
down on the edge of the desk, looking past his shoulder at the
frowning face of the handsome woman.
She took a breath before she continued, "It sounds to me that you are
thinking of adding to our completed contract." Her voice conveyed
displeasure and disappointment.
Tim realized the middle-aged woman was scared to death of loosing this
chance he had offered her. To enjoy her own indefinitely, as a
lover and sexual partner. So fearful of loosing another chance to
fulfil her long-standing fantasies that she was even contemplating
doing something that she felt was disgusting and dirty. Mrs. Leveque
had never had anal sex before, nor would she ever consider it - except
for this and what he had to give in return.
"No, not at all." He let his eyes trail down to the swell of her
blouse before continuing. "Unless there is something you wish in
return?" Tim, of course, already knew that there was - or he would
never have followed along this line of questioning. "Perhaps you would
like to watch your with her son?"
Her eyes shot at him, rage running through her. But that quickly
changed as she realized her feelings could not be from this
"mind reader", or her thoughts. It was something she had thought
about, something that felt even more nasty that the she
had now experienced the one time. "Yes, I would like to see that." It
would be no use disguising that fact.
"Perhaps you would even like to do more than watch?"
It was the second time he had seen the pale skinned woman flush. The
first was when her sister's used were placed before her
in the restaurant and she realized the outrageous words of the
stranger were true. Her answer to his question was to nod.
"In fact, I bet your is getting wet while we sit here talking
about it?" He normally didn't use such direct words, but for this
prim and proper lady he felt malicious pleasure in watching her winch
at the debasing language he used in her presence.
This time she became defensive and snapped back, "You know it is. So
what? We haven't agreed on anything yet!"
"No we haven't. But I can the juices of your wet sliding
down to lube up the crack of your ass. Yup," he smacking his lips
hungrily, "I can just imagine the sight of your sloppy puckering
asshole right now."
Mrs. Leveque squirmed in her seat and silently looked down at her
hands upon the desk top for a few silent moments. Then she made her
decision and stood up. "I know you could make me want you - so why
don't you?" She came about to stand before him, her hands slowly
gathering her loose woolen skirt inch by inch up to her waist.
He smiled knowingly and then snickered, "Because its fun to use your
own desires against you." The skirt was about the woman's waist, her
old fashioned huge white effectively covered everything. "You
want to suck your nephews cock after its been inside your so
bad that you are even going to let me fuck your virgin asshole." Mrs.
Leveque pushed her huge to her knees revealing the pale skin
and bush of her sex to the mans eyes. "In fact, I bet if
I turned down that white ass of yours and left, you would follow to
beg me to fuck your asshole." She turned away from him and gently
lowered her torso forwards onto her own desk. Her ass was raised high
in the air waiting for him. "Isn't that right Mrs. Leveque?"
She didn't answer but, let go of her skirt as it was bunched about her
waist, to reach around her ass and pull the pale cheeks apart. Then
she waited.
It wasn't the attractiveness of this woman's bottom that excited Tim,
but the fact that she was willing to bare herself for the promise of
her own pleasure. He felt it was necessary for her to answer. "Well?"
"Yes, Mr. Wilson, you are right." She spoke softly, almost as if
hiding a secret.
"Right about what?" He was taunting her maliciously and loved every
second of it.
The woman was intelligent and knew what was expected from
her. After a pause to reassure herself that his pleasure was fleeting
while her reward would give her uncountable amount of pleasure.
"Please fuck my asshole Mr. Wilson!" There was a certain amount of
desperation in that voice - just the right amount to excite Tim.
That was enough for the horny man, and jumped off the edge of
the desk and came about behind the pale raised ass. While he
retrieved his hard cock from the confines of his slacks, he saw that
she was indeed excited. The juices from her sex glistened thickly
about the widened crack of her buttocks, as well as a generous flow
was running down the inside of her thighs.
He replaced one of her hands prying a pale cheek away from the other
then instructed her, "Now finger yourself Mrs. Leveque, loosen your
asshole for me." No matter how many times Tim played one of his games
it never failed to excite him immensely. That is precisely why he
continues to do it.
One trembling finger reached around herself and fumbled for her own
puckered light brown anus. At first she simply tried to ram herself
with the digit, but as Tim knew she would have to go slow. Thus
giving him the pleasure of watching her humiliate herself even when
she wanted this event to be complete as soon as possible.
The finger slowly entered into her tight rear hole.
Tim slowly stroked his hard cock while watching this woman prepare
herself for him. This was why he had played this game with her, why
he had used his energy for this woman's fantasies.
Mrs. Leveque was as much his slave as any woman who subjoined to his
mental powers. The first finger was almost completely submerged
inside the tight asshole.
"Would you enjoy that finger more if it was your sisters?" He slapped
his hard penis against her pale buttock causing the woman to
grunt almost like an animal. "Maybe she would loosen that tight up for her son to fuck?" The high class woman moved another finger to
the and now tried to force two digits into herself. "You could lick your slutty wet while her own son enjoyed that tight
ass of yours."
It was obvious to both, that the words and degrading actions taking
place in the large office was producing a effect upon the youngest
Leveque sister. The woman didn't care for pretence any longer,
the waiting for her to loosen her own anus probably knew her
fantasies better than even herself. She would do anything, spend any
amount of money, fuck anything or anyone to fulfil those fantasies.
The one moment Mr. Wilson had given her with her had only
increased her desire for more, rather than sated her.
"Please yes!" The voice, this time, had the pleading nature that Tim
wanted to hear. "I want her", meaning her sister, " to shove her
tongue into my ass like this." She forced both fingers deep, to the
third knuckle within her asshole. "I want to suck my nephews cock and
feel his come all over my face." Her body was rocking wildly against
her fingers, much to Tim's enjoyment. "Then feel my sisters tongue
lick me clean. God for that I'll do anything!"
Tim knew she would. He reached over and pulled the woman's fingers
from her own backside. Then almost roughly he lunged forward and sunk
his cock into her loosened asshole. The scream was loud and painful
sounding. Yet, in a brief second, she began to grunt in pleasure
again and move her body against his.
"After I come inside you, you will be able to enjoy your and
her son any way you wish. Do you understand me slut?" He moved his
hips and began to fuck her hard.
"God yes! Yes!" Tim knew the woman had an orgasm right then, more
from the promise of her fantasy than his cock. He was far from
finished and knew he would torment her asshole for a few more moments
before pulling out to finish within her mouth. The rich woman
would lower herself and lick his cock clean before he left. He didn't
need to control her to know just how much she was willing to do for
him.
Tim's Life - Chapter IV (past)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
Since the moment he emptied his incestuous seed into his mother, Tim
felt guilt at what he had done. Not only had he done
something he knew was wrong, he had also forced her. There was no way
she had wanted him to rape her that way. Nor did she ever desire or
entertain any type of physical relationship with her only son. It had
been Tim's own urge that caused the final encounter.
For several days Tim attempted to ignore his mother, to avoid even to
be in her presence. Nothing was said from her, as he had mentally
instructed her, but she did give him several disgusted looks before he
was able to retreat from that gaze. Thankfully, they had not been
alone or he was sure his would confront him on the incident.
As the days passed and turned into weeks, his guilt slowly dissolved.
Nothing negative had come about his forcible actions. The only change
was the different way his treated him. She no longer looked
upon him in mixed company, and when they shared a look, it had
elements of hatred and contempt. Nor did she ever give him the usual
good-night kiss or the regular hugs. In face, she went out of her way
to avoid her son, almost as much has he did to avoid her.
Tim didn't know exactly what to do about it.
Sometime afterwards, Jerry and Tim sat on a low cement fence facing
the busy main street. Jerry never once noticed how his best friend
had been less than happy these last few weeks, nor was he likely to.
In fact, this spot was where they liked to do the best watching.
On a warm sunny day, the ladies of the town wore their best summer
dresses to shop about town. Mostly they needed to walk by this spot
to cross the bridge to either side of the main street. At the spot
the teenagers took, was the best place to watch them.
Jerry, as usually, was his most vocal when watching girls. "See that
woman's hooters Tim?"
"Mrs. MacDonald is like sixty years-old Jerry! Jeez."
"Who cares. If you get to stick your face between those huge tits,
you'd be lost for days." He always laughed at his own jokes. "Whoa,
look at them legs." Every few moments, the made comments
about every woman that crossed. It didn't matter if she was or
old, fat or thin. Each had some physical part that appealed to Jerry.
Finally, after talking a long breath, Tim asked the question that had
been nagging him for some time. "Why did you say my likes you
Jerry?"
"Huh?" His friend turned away from two ladies across that street to
look into his friend face. "I was just kidding Tim. You need to get
some buddy, your imagining things."
Before he could turn back, Tim continued. "So she never gave you any
indication that she liked you more than what is normal?"
Smirking, thinking he found an opening to torment his friend. "Well
there was one time."
"Ya?" Tim leaned forward anxious to know the truth.
"Our feet kinda touched under your table and before I knew what was
happening your moms toes were rubbing over my cock." He forced
himself to wear a serious face. "It didn't last long but afterwards
when your was watching television and you went to the washroom
she came over and squeezed my... well you know. She asked if I was a
big enough to handle a woman like her and I told her my cock was.
She took my hand and then pressed it against her big tit and leaned
over to suck on my lip. At that point you came down the stairs and
she returned to the dishes."
Tim sat pale faced and trembling in anger. Jerry lost it and began to
laugh. "What the hell are you laughing at?"
"You shit head. I'm kidding. Nothing ever happened between your and me. Jerry turned back to a riding her big across the
street, "Wouldn't ya like to come back as a bicycle seat buddy boy?"
Tim wondered what was the truth, if anything at all his friend spoke
of had any truth to it. If it did, he needn't feel guilty at fucking
his mother, but he would be extremely angry with his friend. His
desire to know more seemed to funnel his thoughts towards his friend
own head, and it was almost a physical feeling when Tim suddenly
"listened" to his friends mind.
It was only seconds when Tim found out the things Jerry had related
were indeed true, but not with Tim's mother. They had happened
between Jerry's and his stepfather, things he witnessed not so
long ago. The more he listened the more he found how just how much
his best friend desired his own mother, also Tim's mother, and every
sister Tim had. It was the knowledge that his best friend shared a
partial sexual relationship with his own sister, the same one
both teens had enjoyed watching on her bicycle months ago.
Jerry's sister, Esmerelda, had slowly allowed her horny younger
brother access to her room whenever she felt like it. After several
late night encounters, Jerry had been instructed on how to eat his
sisters sex. He was never allowed to touch her, except his tongue
between her legs, or to massage her back. Esmerelda also liked to
watch her younger and often ordered him to stroke
himself while they shared a mutual masturbation moment. She was
always liberal in her own touches and her hands often stroked her
brothers cock. She also enjoyed playing with the spend Jerry shot out
of his cock, often upon her stomach or legs. They had never had
intercourse but Jerry was always hopping the next time he enters her
dark room she would want him to "mount" her.
The information and how he came about it surprised Tim. He also felt
better when he realized he wasn't the only strange one to desire his
own mother. It also forced him to realize there were more ladies in
his own household that were attractive.
"There that one looks like your Jerry. Not a bad ass huh?" He
turned to watch his friends reaction.
The watched the woman, then grinned at his friend. "Not
bad. But my has a nicer ass." She did too. Tim knew Jerry's
mother was attractive, not so much as his own though, but never before
entertained any sort of sexual thought about her.
It was the private thoughts of his friend that reinforced his
boldness. "Would you fuck your if you had a chance?"
Jerry's smile disappeared, "Don't ever say that Tim. Don't ever
fucking say that"
Tim again browsed his friends thoughts and realized that his friend
often thought about a relationship between his own and him. It
was his most closely guarded fantasy, as well as his most exciting.
"Sorry Jerry. I just thought if I had the chance I would like to
sleep with my mother." Of course Tim had never told his friend that
he had indeed lost his cherry with his own mom.
"Really?" Jerry frowned and then asked seriously, "How would you go
about it?"
"Well I thought of a way, but we don't have to talk about it any more
if you don't want?"
"No that's okay buddy. How would you go about it?" His voice had
taken on a conspiratorial sound.
"I've an idea, invite me over for supper and while your eating reach
under the table and feel her up." He made it sound like the answer
was easy.
"What is that suppose to accomplish?" Jerry wanted to know more.
"Well since there are people at the table you wouldn't get in trouble
then. If she didn't like it, you would get a lecture later. And if
she did, she would not stop you. The least you would get out of it is
a good feel." Tim laughed at the astonished look on his friend face.
Finally the spoke up, "What do you know anyways?"
"I know that it works." Tim had spoke up before he actually thought
of it. Then he realized this angle of manipulating his best friend
had its good points.
Jerry gasped, then asked, "You mean..."
"Yup. She won't say anything either. In fact, I think she likes it."
"Really? How do you know?" Jerry no longer had that know-it-all look
and sat wide eyed waiting for the answer. Astonished at what he had
learned and beginning to wonder if it could indeed work.
"Because she never mentions it. And I often get to feel her up."
Now, Tim was embellishing.
"You've done this often?" Jerry missed a sexy looking lady cross the
street near them, so focused was his attention.
Not wanting to over-embellish, already Tim was showing some of the
uncanny abilities he had at manipulating people. With or without the
powers of his mind that he would come to rely upon. "Just twice."
Tim didn't want to lie too much, so altered the conversation. "Why
don't you invite me over for supper tonight?"
Jerry caught Tim's conspiratorial look and smiled himself. The looked down at his watch unconsciously marking the time till
supper.
Tim watched Mrs. Muller carry the bowl of cabbage and the extra plate
over to the table. It was only a few hours latter, and she didn't
seem to mind that her son brought home his best friend for supper. It
wasn't the first time, and there was always extra food at the Muller
house. Mr. Muller, Jerry's stepfather, wasn't expected home from the
produce shop he worked at for a few more hours, again that wasn't a
rare occurrence.
It was the first time Tim had a chance to actually notice Jerry's
mother, as a woman not simply as a person. Usually it was his
attractive sister, Esmerelda, that held his teenage hormonal
attention. The middle-aged woman was a few years younger than Tim's,
but didn't hold her age as well. The extra weight of her years stayed
on her thighs, which seemed large to the man. Also her breasts,
on the small side, appeared low upon her bosom. As mentioned earlier,
it was Mrs. Muller's backside that was her best feature, that and her
still handsome German face.
After browsing Jerry's thoughts again, Tim knew that his best friend
did indeed hold lustful incestuous thoughts about the oldest woman in
the household.
As the food found its way to the table, Tim simply added a few
commands into Mrs. Muller's mind. If anything untoward as to happen,
and Tim wasn't sure Jerry would go through with it, the of two
would act as Tim had suggested - docile.
Several minutes later, the food was being spooned out onto each plate
and the small group were silent as they began to eat. Unlike his own
household, the supper table at Jerry's was usually quiet. Tim could
see that his best friend often let his hand drop to his own lap but
seconds later it would return, often trembling. When the main course
was complete and Esmerelda got up to bring the pudding, Tim kicked his
friend trying to get him to go through with the plan.
Just as Esmerelda placed the large bowl upon the centre of the table,
Tim saw Mrs. Muller suddenly stiffen then quickly looked at her only
son. He simply watched his spoon out the pudding. Then
Mrs. Muller looked towards every person at the table, and out the
corner of Tim's eye saw her jerk her body yet again.
Jerry kicked his best friend under the table this time and simply
winked. The message was obvious. The plan was proceeding as it had
originally been thought out. Wanting to continue the game, Tim
quickly added another mental suggestion to Mrs. Muller. She would
hate what was going on but, she would also find her body beginning to
enjoy the lustful touches of her son.
Tim stole glances at the woman, as she tried to eat her pudding. She
was crimson and often trembled. Tim thought about reading his friends
thoughts to see just what was happening beneath the table but rather
liked the ambiguity of it.
Suddenly, Mrs. Muller stood up and mumbled something about not being
well before departing to her own room. Jerry smiled at his friend
then brought the hand, that had been beneath the table, to his
nose and inhaled deeply. Esmerelda hadn't noticed anything untoward
at all that evening.
Laying in bed late that evening, Tim went over the days events. It
had gone incredible well. Jerry was very excited at what happened
beneath the dinner table that he wanted his friend to come back the
next night for supper. Tim simply smiled, and mentioned not to abuse
this new enjoyment too much. Moments before leaving the Muller house,
Tim had suddenly thought to ask his friend about his sister. Jerry
had asked why, and Tim answered, "I was wondering if she would go out
with me Friday night?" Jerry changed the subject and walked Tim to
the door.
The sexual stress of the day played upon his teenage thoughts, and his
hand found itself between his own legs. His mind found itself
drifting towards images of his own mother. It was only a few seconds
into the fantasy when Tim realized that he may be able to make the
fantasy come true. About every other wish he desired came true,
simply by applying his thoughts to it.
Tim descended the stairs and entered the darkened living room. The
only light in the cluttered lived-in room was from the moon light
streaming through the large window. It easily revealed his sitting upon the edge of the couch wearing her nightgown and nothing
else. As he had commanded, she had left her marital bed and went to
the living room immediately and quietly. She really didn't even know
what was going on until her son stood at the foot of the stairs
looking at her.
Nothing was said, and neither person moved. Tim watched his very closely and manipulated her with his mind. Mrs. Wilson stared at
the floor, real fear running through her as the physical touch of her
son's mind caused her to become sexually aroused. She didn't know why
her body was getting excited, but she hated herself and her son at
that moment.
Out the corner of her eye, she finally saw her son take slow steps
towards her, while his pyjama top felt next to him. She froze when
she saw his hands easily undo the knot holding his bed bottoms and
they also dropped to the floor. He was only a few steps away when she
felt her own hands undo the knots holding her nightgown at her throat.
She was amazed, and it was almost as if she was watching herself in
the third person, as the same hands pushed the rough garment past her
shoulders.
Mrs. Wilson felt her own moisture coating the inside of her thighs and
was amazed at the amount of it. Her hands easily slid the single
garment over her hips and past her bottom to let it drop to the floor.
She sat naked facing her only son, more aroused than any other moment
in her life. He stopped only a few inches from her. His hard
adolescent cock a mere inch from her eyes. It was so close, she could
smell his youthful masculine scent. She again felt her own hands
slide down between her thighs and begin to manipulate her own sex. It
was a rare moment when this middle-aged woman found time to enjoy
masturbation, but never with anyone in the house let alone standing
before her. The abundant juices soon coated her hands and she felt
herself insert two fingers into her vagina. The second hand expertly
manipulated her sensitive clitoris.
Tim watched, pleased at the results of his instructions, as his
mother's knees spread as wide as they could go. He could barely make
out her hands between her legs, but knew what she was frantically
doing. He could see her wide eyes as she never took them from his
hard penis. When a single clear drop appeared at the head of his
young cock she gasped out and began to pant, grind her body against
her hands and licked her lips.
It was a natural decision rather than a conscious one, Tim simply
moving his hips forward and watched as his own opened her mouth
to allow his cock inside her. Things didn't take long after that, and
Mrs. Wilson began to moan against the cock in her mouth as her orgasm
shot through her body. Tim's own orgasm was a second behind hers, his
sperm shooting into the hungry warm mouth in buckets. She never
missed a drop, even with her own internal explosions going on.
Maybe it was youth, or the highly sexual day Tim just experienced, but
his cock never shrank an inch. He pulled it from the moist
lips and saw his mothers tired yearning eyes stare at the bobbing
manhood before her. Without a word, Tim's rolled upon the
couch letting her knees fall to the floor and pushed her shoulders
against the cushions.
The orgasm that rocked her body, was the first one she had in years.
And definitely the most enjoyable that she had ever experienced. Her
body hadn't stopped spasming when the, now, familiar penis entered
into her over heated vagina. As the body began lunging roughly
against her, making sloppy slapping sounds, Mrs. Wilson wondered if
the tears running down her face were from the intense pleasure she
just experienced or from the knowledge of this new relationship
she now had with her son.
Tim's Life - Chapter V (present)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
The motor yacht was huge. It as one of the items that had been
acquired when the deal with Mrs. Leveque was complete. As Tim thought
more about it, the more pleased he was of the transaction. It was
mutually beneficial, and was sure the woman was even now enjoying
her side of the bargain.
A steward came out with drinks on a tray for Tim and his passengers.
Marge took two, one for her Rob, the other for herself. Rob's
wife, Louise, took her own. Mary, Tim's younger took one.
Leaving the last three drinks for Tim, Wendy, and her Carol.
Since leaving port, the crew had pampered and fawned over every wish
their passengers desired. After a quick mental suggestion, none of
the crew ever saw or heard anything untoward.
It was only six months since Louise and Rob's wedding. They had gone
to France for the honeymoon and after getting back Rob told Louise, on
his friend Tim's suggestion, about his sister. He went on to explain
that she was both his and his slave, a present from Tim. After
sitting silently listening in shock to her husband, she answered,
"Well, if it was from Tim then its okay." That was probably as much
of a surprise as had been his kneeling before him at his stag.
Louise had made it also clear, she didn't want to share a bed with her
husband and his slave, but didn't mind sleeping alone some nights.
Now, the two women shared a house and a man, while still staying
friendly. Louise wore a loose summer dress that she knew her husband
always enjoyed on her, while her sister-in-law wore a one piece
bikini.
Tim smiled at Louise, while mentally sighing knowing that she was a
sole sibling with no contact with her real parents. It always
interested him how people felt about their and siblings, and
if those thoughts ever ventured towards a sexual relationship. Then
he turned his attention to Mary, his own youngest and prettiest
sister. Since the was thirteen, barely starting puberty, she had
been his favourite.
His noticed his look and moved his hand, in hers, to the upper
portions of her lap. Wearing only a skimpy two-piece bikini and a
smile, she was by far the most attractive woman on the ship. Yet, she
never noticed anyone but her brother, he had seen to that.
Carol and Wendy were last minute additions. Rob had dated Wendy in
college and through her, met Carol. The mirror image of his
girlfriend held secret submissive desires for her only
daughter. It was a simple task to have Carol join them, and
ultimately become Wendy's lover. It was a few years ago since this
all came about, and since that time the two had never shown
any serious interest in any other or woman, other than Tim. Wendy
sat on the bench facing the rest of the group while her sat at
her feet, massaging her daughters smooth calfs. Both wore one piece
bathing suits, Carol's suit was slightly see-through, and she
constantly smiled at being included in the private party by Tim.
Every passenger in that group knew of the incestuous relationships
they all enjoyed. It was only Louise that never imagined or enjoyed
sexual relations with a sibling or parent. This was the current topic
of conversation, the last few moments.
"Don't you think Marge is pretty Louise?" Tim moved his own hand
higher upon his sisters lap, feeling the heat emanating from her sex.
Mary was always horny for her brother, and could never said no to him.
Looking at her sister-in-law, Louise answer, "Of course she is. But
I've never been attracted to other women." Her husband had smartly
stayed silent thoughout this conversation.
Marge sat at Rob's feet and held his drink for him as she watched the
exchange going on around her. She never spoke unless spoken too, and
only if her brother, or Tim, wished it.
Wendy spoke up, "No one can please a woman like another woman my
dear." Her mothers moist lips grazed her naked knee.
"Well, I can't comment on that," Louise looked awkward towards the two
lesbians and the obvious devotion, and lust the had towards her
daughter, "but my husband can please me well enough right dear?"
Rob cringed at being included in the conversation. "I try dear."
Tim interrupted to change tactics, "You would like to watch your
sister and together wouldn't you Rob?"
The had learned it wasn't easy to lie to his friend, "Yes
actually, that has been one of my biggest fantasies lately." At least
since the fantasy of having his as a slave was fulfilled.
Tim turned back to Louise, "Then why don't you try it for your husband
Louise?"
The look turned to stone, "Listen Tim. I don't mind how you all live
your life or who you sleep with. And I never protested when my husband
brought home his and told me she was his `slave'." She took a
deep breath, while the rest of the party remained calm and allowed her
to speak her piece. "I know enough about Marge, about her sexual
appetite for my husband. I've listened to them in their room. I've
also gotten used to the taste of another woman on my husbands cock."
Marge giggled quietly to herself.
The pause was long enough for Tim to add, "Well Marge, do you have any
objections to sleeping with your sister-in-law?"
The woman looked up at her and got a nod before
answering. "No. I love Louise and always wondered what it would be
like to make love with her." Actually, only Tim knew why the slave desired this because her desired it. She was the
perfect slave, his fantasies were her own.
The slave reached out and placed a hand on Louise's. The
irritated sighed and smiled gently at her sister-in-law. She
could never be mad at the sweet woman who she shared her husband
with. She then looked up at her silent husband and saw the desire for
her in his eyes. Louise loved Rob very much, and her anger dissipated
after seeing his eyes and listening to Marge's words.
Tim knew all he had to do was send a single command and Louise would
become a devoted lesbian. Yet this was also part of the game,
manipulating and watching how others related to the prospect of a
forbidden sexual relationship. He had manipulated the new bride a
week before her wedding, as she had come to his apartment as he
instructed. There, she had performed every sexual action Tim had
desired, for almost two days straight. Louise had left her husband's
friend with at least one deposit of sperm in every one of her holes.
It was Tim's wedding present to her. She remembered every second of
those two days, and often relieved them in her fantasies. She would
never enjoy an orgasm as strong as any one Tim had given her, There
was no reason to manipulate the woman to sleep with Marge, As he had
done, so his friends household would be civil with the addition of
Rob's sister. Tim was certain she would give in eventually. It was
obvious to him, that she would always do what he wished, by mind
control or not.
Wendy finally added, after watching the verbal exchange for some time,
"Some woman are not lucky enough to have one lover. It looks like you
have two Louise." The woman looked up and smiled at the
attractive lesbian, the same realization had also come to her.
It was a awkward pause that lasted almost a full minute before Louise
spoke right at her husband. "Okay Rob, I will do it." It was as if
everyone sighed at once, and a weight was lifted from the group.
Carol and her clapped, while Mary whistled. Marge leaned
over and kissed her brothers wife's hand while husband and shared
a slow gentle kiss. Their words of endearment could not be heard over
the noise.
It was Tim that broke the silence. "Wonderful Louise, I hoped you
would come around." The woman turned towards the only other
man that she had slept with, ignoring her husbands kisses on her
cheek. Tim knew she would drop her husband at a moments notice to
join him for even one night. He rather liked that type of power.
"Why don't you and Marge go off right now to consummate your
relationship before supper is set?"
It was one thing to finally accept the pressure to try out a affair with her sister-in-law, it was another to actually do it.
Especially with all these people staring at her. Louise could not
find any words to stop what she felt was a situation that was rapidly
getting out of her control. As if clouded by a haze, she felt herself
being lead by Marge up out of her chair and then down to her husband
luxurious suite.
Everyone watched the two novice bisexuals leave. Carol hugged her
daughters legs while Wendy stroked her mothers full head of hair.
Mary snaked her hand up her brothers shorts to grasp his cock, his eye
caught hers and told just how horny she was.
Tim caught his friend Rob's attention, "Rob! You look a little lost.
Why don't you go down to the weather deck and watch your room through
the porthole?" His friends eyebrows rose in surprise at the
suggestion then without a word jumped up and practically ran to the
fore of the ship. Turning his attention to the two ladies across from
him, "Well ladies, why don't you put on a show of your own for my
sister Mary here?"
Wendy's smile brightened noticeably at the attention of her
ex-boyfriend. She looked down at her and spoke sternly, "Well
mother, I suppose your all hot and bothered after all this talk?"
Carol hearing the sound of her daughters voice and knowing what kind
of control Tim could exert over them, which she greatly enjoyed,
nodded her head demurely.
"Have you been sitting on your heel also dearest?"
"Yes my love." Spoke Carol, almost in a whisper.
Mary caught Tim's attention and asked, "What about her heel?" He
simply placed his index finger to her lips and pointed over to the
lesbian couple.
Wendy having heard Mary's question turned her attention to the pretty
young woman, "My slutty can't help but rub herself any way she
can. As you can see she has her heel up between her legs where she
can press against her hot sweet cunt." She turned her head to look
back down at her own mother. "I want you to get over my knee mom."
The forty-something year-old moved quickly to comply to her daughters
wish. "You sexy slut, you couldn't wait until we were alone huh?"
After the sexy looking woman was laying over her daughters knee,
Wendy pulled up on the legs of the bathing suite. It stretched and
pulled up between the still firm cheeks of the submissive. Wendy
looked back to Mary and asked, "How many does she get?"
"How many what?" Her hand was gripping her brothers cock almost
painfully. Her attention was truly focused on the show only a few
feet from them. Since the age of thirteen, anything sexual would
excite her, and she needed the attentions of her to
release the pent up tension.
"Spankings dear. My gets spankings when she has done something
I dislike or when she is bad. How many?"
Mary looked up at her for guidance but found none, "I don't
know. How about ten?"
Wendy nodded, then turned her attention back to the woman over her
knee, "Your a lucky slut mother, only ten." The first one surprised
both Carol and Mary and it slapped loudly against the pale smooth
skin.
Carol jerked upon the knee but didn't pull away. Mary was surprised
to hear her say, "One!"
By the third slap her bottom was already red, and it was obvious to
Mary that Wendy used almost all her female strength in each swing of
her arm.
"Ten!"
Wendy slide two fingers down between her mothers thighs and slid them
between the bathing suit and her mothers vaginal lips. She spoke as
she frigged the hot wet pussy, "You know how hot spanking you gets me
mother?" It was a rhetorical question, one that needn't be answered
especially since Carol was moaning and moving her hips back to meet
her daughters fingers. "Here you are thinking of your own wet and forgetting about mine. Don't think because we have an audience
that you get to come yet." Wendy pulled her sloppy wet fingers from
between the folds of her mothers sex and pushed the woman off
her knees. "Your going to use that sexy tongue of yours and fuck me
till I scream or the next spanking won't be so nice." With that she
moved forward in the seat until only the rear of her buttock was left
holding her up. The attractive woman pulled the crotch of her bathing
suit to the side revealing her glistening hairless sex for all to see.
Carol didn't wait a second before moving her face down between the
smooth tanned thighs and immediately sliding her extended tongue into
her daughters wet hole. Then she began to bob back and forth, simply
using her tongue like a small cock and fucking her with it.
Mary could not take any more, moving rapidly she tore of the bottom of
her string bikini and plunged her own index finger into herself.
While also swinging about between her brothers thighs and pulling his
cock down to the leg of his shorts. Her mouth engulfed him expertly,
as she had done many times before. His orgasm, as had been proved so
many times in the past, would always set off her own. Even when she
performed fellatio on him. Tim's younger was the perfect
sexual object, he had her so well conditioned that no matter where his
orgasm occurred within her, she always had a parallel one.
The evening meal started wonderfully. Tim had requested all guests
had to dress up for the occasion, in suitable attire - meaning evening
dresses and suites. While the two submissives would be dressed as
slaves, or at least what they imaged a slave would wear. Wendy showed
up in a classy long black velvet dress, with expensive pearls about
her neck. Carol had been dressed by her in skimpy bikini
bottoms, leather collar, and a leash attached to her neck. Mary wore
a loose summer blouse, that showed the darkness of her nipples through
its thin fabric, a short expensive skirt to highlight her long slim
legs, and several expensive rocks given to her as presents from her
loving brother. Louise also wore a long dress, purple, with a slit up
the side almost to her waist. Marge wore a single see-through silk
scarf wrapped about her bosom and hips, but hid nothing. None of the
ladies had worn any undergarments.
The food was delivered by perfectly dressed waitresses in classical
short maid's outfits. Each had been chosen for this job by her
physical attributes. None of which were missed by Rob or Wendy.
The light conversation was interrupted when Tim asked his friend Rob,
"So tell us how your and slave did this afternoon?"
It was obvious to all what he meant. Louise put her fork down and
turned a deep while Marge smiled proudly to her master.
Rob smiled at the memory, then started on his tale. He left nothing
out of the two hour sexual exploration of the two ladies in his life.
He finished just before the first main course was set upon the table,
"In all it went very well."
"Excellent!" Tim turned towards Louise. "Well, my dear, did you
enjoy yourself with Marge?"
Still deeply crimson but having the strength to answer, "Yes. Very
much."
Tim didn't let it drop yet, "What did you like the best?" Wendy's
ears peaked up at that question, a topic that always interested her.
"Whenever she ate me." She nodded to herself, the memories of the
physical reaction she experienced reliving through her mind. "Yes. I
love Marge's tongue licking my clitoris."
Tim turned to the rest of the table, "Well I guess we have had a
successful addition to our little group." All but Tim and Louise
clapped.
The conversation again changed and continued throughout the meal. It
was just after the final dishes of the sixth course was taken away
when Tim asked his friend, "God Rob, you must be horny after watching
that show for so long?" Rob, knowing his friend, simply smiled and
waited for the next comment. "Marge dear, why don't you climb under
the table and relieve your brothers tension?"
Nothing was said, but Marge smiled hugely and dropped down below the
level of the table. It was obvious to all when Rob felt his slaves
lips upon his sex, he was very transparent in his emotions. Louise,
sitting next to her husband leaned back to get a better look at the
bobbing head above her husbands crotch. After several seconds the
sexy slide below the table to join her husband's slave. Rob soon
had two hungry mouths alternating on his hard penis.
"Wendy dear, could I borrow your for a few moments?"
Wendy smiled hugely at her ex-boyfriend. "Of course Tim. She is
yours for as long as you wish." She threw the end of the leash to the
handsome man, who immediately handed it over to his Mary.
"Carol, I think you better get down below and use that tongue trick on
Mary or she may explode causing great embarrassment." Wendy laughed
at the small joke and watched with growing excitement as her climbed beneath the table and saw the familiar mane of hair slide
between the spread sleek thighs. She also felt jealousy that her got to taste the best looking woman on the ship, something that could
never happen without Tim's explicit instructions. Mary was soon
panting loudly in enjoyment of the hardened tongue entering her
vagina.
"Wendy would you like to take a walk on deck with me?"
The ex-girlfriend felt her palms wetten and her stomach tumble, "Yes,
of course Tim." No sexual experience had ever amounted to the times
she spent with Tim. Even if the request was not sexual, she would do
anything for the man.
She hooked her arm into his and followed him out of the cabin. After
the door was closed behind them, the sounds of fulfilled lust quickly
died away. They didn't say anything for some time, but simply enjoyed
the wake of the ship and the moonlight. While she also enjoyed the
touch of the only she could ever desired.
Tim preceded to query her on several of the teens in her class that
she taught. As the mental commands discouraged any doubts at Tim's
plan, he related her part in it.
Tim's Life - Chapter VI (past)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
After the suggestions that her son had implanted into her head, Laura
Wilson could never get enough of his youthful cock. She found desire
and a physical yearning whenever he was in the room. When he wasn't
she was never able to enjoy anything sexual. She also felt guilt and mental pain over the new relationship they now shared. A
relationship she both loved and hated all at once.
The middle-aged knew she was his slut, a term she would never
have used on herself before. Even when she lay with Mr. Wilson, her
desire for her son was the only sexual thought on her mind. It had
been her idea, to wake her only son each morning with her lips upon
his organ.
At least she thought it was her idea.
The attractive woman found joyous pleasure whenever Tim's cock
was inside her. Exactly where, never seemed to matter. When his hand
found its way to her bottom or her breast, she revelled in his touch.
When her son's hand found its way to her vagina, she found an orgasm
soon approaching. Alone she could stand before a full length mirror
for an hour looking at her naked body remembering every time her son
had enjoyed a part of her.
She was her son's slut, and she would do anything for him.
Lately, Tim had found reason to spend time at his friend Jerry's house
more frequently. Mrs. Muller had called each time to ask Tim's if it was okay. Laura soon realized her son often came home from that
house very excited, and she was pleased that she was still able to
fulfil a mans sexual yearnings. Even, or especially because, it
was her own son.
She also disliked the look Jerry gave her whenever he came over. It
was the look that her warned her about many years ago, when she
was her son's age. Simply being the slut to one was enough,
she never needed to entertain the notion of multiple partners. Jerry
was also special in another way, he was the only person that had ever
seen any action that could be deemed unmotherly towards Tim. He had
caught her son with one hand up the back of her skirt and panties. So
startled at the intrusion she hadn't said anything while her son
forced a finger into her wet and initiated in bring her off.
Afterwards, she was very worried the incident would get out, but
nothing was ever said.
Lately, Tim had been spending time with Jerry's Esmerelda. She
was a tall skinny who seemed too flighty for her son.
Mrs. Wilson wasn't blind to realize that the woman was deeply in
love with her only son. She could read it in her eyes. Jealousy
raged through her when she looked out the window late one night and
caught them kissing and fondling each other beneath the apple tree in
the back yard. She stood and watched as her son felt beneath the
clothing of the woman, obviously bringing the off very
quickly. Exhausted the and knelt before her son and brought out
the familiar phallus she always enjoyed and began to suck upon it.
Before he was finished, Tim stopped her and gently sent her home.
Mrs. Wilson tried to deny her son's advances only a few moments later,
while telling him point blankly that he could just go enjoy his newest
"slut". His response was that he enjoyed his time with Esmerelda, yet
he wanted to fuck his "slut of a mother". They coupled aggressively
that evening, much to her enjoyment,
Tim wasn't as modest with his touches as the still attractive would have liked. She always enjoyed his hands upon her skin, but he
openly touched her when Esmerelda or Jerry was in company. It made
her feel cheap, like some common whore - and was surprised she rather
enjoyed the feeling. She was her son's slut, just as he had said.
The proof to this statement was when she stole into her son's room, as
she often did to wake him, and found him laying naked next to an
equally naked Esmerelda. Tim was already awake and motioned for her
to continue. Laura prayed the teenage would remain asleep as she
bent over and took her son's cock within her mouth. It had a
unfamiliar taste to it that caused the blood to drain from the woman when she realized it was Esmerelda's spend.
"Tim, my god is that your mother?" The voice sounded very
incredulous.
"Yup. Why don't you get down there and learn how to properly suck a
cock." The bed shifted about until Esmerelda was inches away from her
lovers and his cock. She watched intrigued as the lips made
slow love to the hard phallus. As was usually the case, Tim wasn't
long before the familiar tension caused his body to stiffen
noticeably.
Laura Wilson felt the warm seed pump into her mouth and she felt
her own excitement rise because of it. She seemed to drift off into a
hazy sleep until she realized someone was forcing a tongue between her
lips.
Tim had pulled his mothers head off his cock then watched as his
girlfriend frenched kissed his mom. One thing he had added to
Esmerelda's programming, was that she could never get enough of his
come. It was a game, to watch how his kinkiest thoughts were
parallelled within the women about him. The pearl coloured
sperm slide back and forth between the lips.
The woman rose on shaky legs and left to complete the morning
meal for her family. She had felt so excited at the taste and feel of
her sons cock and ultimately his spend that she almost had another
orgasm simply from squeezing her thighs together. When the fucked her mouth with the talented tongue, she felt a little revolted
and hated herself more than anything else at that moment. Yet, her
sex moistened noticeably at the thought of doing it again.
The three and her husband left the house on time, as was usual.
When, finally Esmerelda and Tim came down. They both just came from a
shower and the Laura felt jealousy that her son and her had never
enjoyed that pleasure together. They ate while Laura served them.
She was conscious that her son ignored her completely while Esmerelda
could not take her eyes off of her. They left hand in hand off to
school leaving Laura to cry while washing the breakfast dishes.
Two hours later while she was doing the ironing, Tim called from
school. "Mom, could you go over to the Muller's tonight?" There was
a lot of background noise where he was calling from and she had a hard
time hearing him. "After supper?"
"Won't you be home again for supper?" She felt the come out in
her voice, but doubted her son could hear it over the noise.
"No, I'll eat at Jerry's."
"What is going on Tim? Should I bring something?"
"Nothing much is happening mom, Esmerelda won't be there, and Jerry's
stepfather is working night shifts. I asked her to stay over at a
friends tonight. And mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"Wear something pretty. Bye." The phone hung up.
She stood holding the phone to her ear for some time, trying to think
what her son had planned. But soon gave up and continued with the
rest of her day.
Jerry opened the door and after a quick look up and down Mrs. Wilson
shouted over his shoulder, "Tim you moms here!" He turned back to
Laura, "Come in Mrs. Wilson." He had a peculiar smile.
Tim came around the corner followed by Jerry's mother. Tim looked her
up and down then gave her a big pleased smile. Laura had worn one of
her newer dresses, that highlighted her shapely legs and small waist.
She wore her hair up and her best and heels. None of her
family had even noticed how she looked when she told them she had to
leave. So, she was pleased when her son added, "You look beautiful
mom!" From the sound of his voice, it was obvious he meant it.
"Thank you dear. Hello Mrs. Muller." She shook hands with the other
mother and saw that the woman was looking very depressed about
something and was about to inquire when Jerry spoke up.
"She is pretty but I think my is better." It was a challenge of
sorts, and Laura was surprised by the comment.
"Well I guess we will just have to continue with the plan and see."
Tim laughed softly then motioned for all to follow him through a
archway into the tiny warm looking living room. Jerry moved over to
the couch and sat down, Tim sat also on the couch.
Laura was about to seat herself onto a large well worn easy chair when
Jerry spoke up, "Don't sit Mrs. Wilson." She was surprised and tried
to laugh off the comment when she noticed Mrs. Muller was standing
nervously in the centre of the room. She gave her son a questioning
look.
"You can't sit down mom, we have just started!" The two teenagers
laughed. "You see, Jerry thinks his is prettier than you so we
made a bet."
Jerry continued, "You have great jugs Mrs. Wilson", this comment
caused Laura to blush and she felt her knees get weak, she had a urge
to slap her son's friend, "but I think my mom's ass is much nicer."
"I don't think so." Tim had jumped in. "Anyway, the best way to
solve this is to have the both of you show us who has the prettiest
mother."
Before Laura could turn and leave Jerry spoke to his mother, "Take
your dress off mom." She was surprised when the woman began to
unbutton her thin dress. Her face a mask of her emotions, Mrs. Muller
showed none.
Tim spoke up, "Just a second, stop Mrs. Muller." She did, the front
of her dress open to her navel showing her bra. Jerry looked
displeased but deferred to his friend. "Before we have then take all
their clothes off why don't we have them for us?" He was
speaking to his best friend.
Laura Wilson now knew for certain why her son asked her to come here.
She was to be presented and compared to Jerry's mother. Her body
began to tremble slightly and she began to feel very humiliated. A
part of was furious for her son's invitation and for this spectacle
she was now part off, another wanted to immediately turn and leave.
She could neither voice her displeasure or leave, her son had seen to
that.
"Why don't you ladies turn slowly for us." Tim twirled this hand
about in the air to emphasis his instructions. Like an automation,
Mrs. Muller began to turn then Laura slowly followed. "Stop!" The
two ladies had their backs to their son's. "Bend over and touch
your toes."
Laura, in better physical condition than her hostess was able to touch
the tips of her heels while Mrs. Muller grabbed her legs about her
knees. Stooped over in this position, Laura was able to turn her head
and see the profile of the other mother. Mrs. Muller was silently
crying to herself, her tears dropping to the floor below her.
"Well? Now what do you think?" Jerry sounded cocky.
"I guess your right, your does have a nice bum." Laura realized
she felt jealousy at her son's admission that the other woman had a
more attractive bottom than her. The other woman was certainly
younger than Laura, but she was not more attractive. It was a
familiar feeling, her body moved without her knowledge or thought.
Almost as if something was moving her like a puppet on a string.
Laura reached her hands around behind her and lifted the hem of her
dress to her waist.
Jerry whistled. "God damn your is a hot one." Tim simply smiled
in acknowledgement. "Mom, lift your dress up. Show Tim your ass!"
Laura was able to look over her shoulder to see the other woman bare
her bottom. She was surprised when naturally tanned skin was revealed
instead of undergarments, as she wore. Not to be outdone, Mrs.
Wilson moved her hands quickly and pulled down her to her
ankles. Again, Jerry whistled.
It was a revealing and degrading few moments, and she felt the two
teenage eyes upon her. She knew everything was bared for the horny
youths to see. She felt the cool air tingle against the sensitive
moist skin of her slightly open vaginal lips and hated herself when
she realized her body was getting excited. When her bottom tensed she
also realized her asshole was easily seen and began to wonder what
others would think of a woman who was found in this position for her
sons' enjoyment. Next to Laura, Mrs. Muller simply stared at the
floor, her face hard to read.
After a seemingly long time, Tim commanded, "Okay mom, Mrs. Muller you
can stand back up now." They did and both turned back around to face
their son's. Laura had to hobble with her white still about
her ankles. While both sets of dresses fell back down to cover the
long shapely legs of the two mothers.
The sight seemed to amuse Jerry, and Laura could see the lump in his
pants which also told of his excitement. She couldn't see if her son
was aroused, realizing her own desire to discover if her degradation
excited him
Jerry spoke up loudly, "My won the first round!" He smiled
proudly at his while she simply stared off into an imaginary
spot on the wall.
"Perhaps." Tim sounded amused. "But I would say my is definitely
a hot piece of ass wouldn't you?" The two began to talk
lewdly about the two mothers as if they were not there.
"That wasn't part of the bet."
"Maybe not, but its how the ass is used not how pretty it is."
Strangely, Laura felt proud that her son was standing up for her.
"Perhaps." Jerry look lost in thought for a second, then promptly
changed the subject. "Mom show us your tits."
Laura turned her head to watch the younger woman finish with the final
two buttons of her dress before letting it drop to the ground.
Mrs. Muller then unbuttoned he bra and also let that drop to the
floor. She stood there in the musty room wearing only warm slippers
while the three sets of eyes appraised her.
"Too small." Spoke up Tim. Laura couldn't help but agree with her
son, Mrs. Muller's were small and already sagging too much for
a woman of her age.
"They are not too bad." Defended Jerry.
Tim smugly spoke to his friend, "You once told me, my had the best
tits in the town. Now I'm going to prove it to you." Tim simply
nodded to his mother.
Laura Wilson felt her hands moving but doubted she controlled them.
Her hands unbuttoned and unzipped her clothing until she stood before
the small crowd in her and heels shivering in the chill air.
Jerry whistled. His eyes seemed to be coming out of his head as he
stared at the large perfectly proportioned set of tits. "No contest
Tim. Your does have the best in town!" Laura felt herself
arch her back and square her shoulders making her bosom more
pronounced.
Jerry looked to his friend almost desperately, "Could I touch them
Tim?" Laura froze. She still despised her sons friend and this
suggestion scared her not knowing what her son's answer would be.
Tim thought for a moment then smiled, "Nope", he pointed at Laura's
hardened nipples, "those are mine. No one else gets to enjoy them."
"I'll make you a deal?" Jerry sounded a bit desperate. "I'll let you
fuck my for one minute with those tits." Laura was amazed, here
was the make deals for the use of his own mothers flesh.
Her own body trembled wondering if her own son ever bartered her body
like this.
It was even more of a surprise when her son boasted, "I can fuck your
mom anytime Jerry why should I give you my in trade?" It was
obvious to Laura that this statement greatly angered Jerry, though she
had no reason why it should. Her son didn't stop there, "Hell, she's
not even as good a fuck as my mom!"
"My god Tim!" It was Laura's surprised voice, but anything else she
thought about saying was held back when she saw her sons angry look.
Jerry hadn't even noticed her comment, he had his fists clenched and
his teeth bared.
"You did what? When did you fuck her?" Jerry was obviously talking
about his mom.
"You mean which time don't you Jerry?" Tim laughed maliciously.
Laura felt ignored and surprisingly embarrassed so she used her hands
to cover her and her pubic mound.
This time, the outburst was aimed at his mom, "You fucked Tim mom?"
Mrs. Muller nodded the affirmative and then to everyone's surprise
added, "Yes honey. He was the best fuck I've ever had." The vulgar
language felt wrong coming from the woman for some reason. "I would
do anything for Tim's cock to be inside me again!"
That was the last straw for Jerry, he stood trembling and panting with
anger, his face and sweating. Laura thought he was going to hit
her son but instead the quickly turned and ran from the room
and she heard the back door slam seconds later.
Nothing was said for several moments. Then Tim spoke calmly, "Well
that was fun." Laura was amazed. Then more so with his next comment,
"Mom, Mrs. Muller has agreed to fuck you." Laura looked on the
younger woman in amazement, the words not yet penetrating. "She has
never done anything like that before, so have a little patience."
Warm soft arms encircled around her shoulders and she realized it was
Mrs. Muller's lips upon her rear neck. Almost animatedly the
middle-aged woman used only her body to stimulate Mrs. Wilson's.
Laura allowed the woman to pull her to the carpeted floor and felt the
hands touching her in only the places her son or husband had touched
before. It was like a dream when her body began to get excited from
the attention and moist lips began to delve between her strong thighs
to get at her sex. She began to moan loudly and her body wiggled
beneath the attention of the other woman, something she had never even
considered before. Two fingers stimulated a cock and fucked her hot
wet while a tongue flicked her hard clitoris. Other hands
twisted and tormented her nipples and she realized it was her own.
Something hairy and wet was pressing rhythmically against her lower
leg, getting her wet and disarranged, knowing it was Mrs.
Muller's wet cunt. The first orgasm took a long while, as the woman
worked diligently and slowly. Before she had time to recover, the
body climbed up over hers and she felt her sex being pressed against
Mrs. Muller's. The clitoris smashed together and both sets of sweaty
breasts constantly massaged the other. The second orgasm took much
less time and began at the same time as Mrs. Muller's.
For almost a half hour, Tim sat silently upon the couch watching as
Jerry's worked upon his own mom. It was the most exciting
sight he had been able to witness since first seeing his before him weeks ago. With only a little mental pushing,
both women were able to loose all inhibitions and enjoy themselves.
Though both looked very edible, it was his own that interested
him the most.
Laura panted with exhaustion into the coarse black hair of the sweaty
woman above her. This was a new feeling, and not unpleasant. When
she found her body reacting to her son she felt scared and almost
powerless. But with Mrs. Muller, she found the unknown enjoyment of
another woman thrilling and the orgasms were powerful and enjoyable.
For some reason it felt more natural while sex with her son felt raw,
more submissive.
In her haze, she heard her son's voice, "Mom?"
Had he seen everything, she thought embarrassed and a little
exhilarated. "Yes dear?"
"Come here mom." She turned her head to see that he hadn't moved from
his spot on the couch, but with a single exception. Her son's pale
hard penis was sticking out of his slacks. Laura knew, and felt
excitement, for what was expected from her.
Laura Wilson rolled Mrs. Muller's exhausted body off her, then she
crawled onto wobbly hands and knees to her son. Tim simply watched as
his climbed up onto the cushions to straddle his lap. He held
his cock straight up and watched as his lowered herself onto
him. She groaned loudly, with pleasure, when she felt the familiar
cock enter her.
She didn't care any longer who he fucked, or who he wanted her to
fuck. As long as she was able to continue to enjoy the pleasure she
now felt. Her son's cock moved within her body as she bounced above
him. His mouth alternately on both large hard nipples, as he
held them against his face. Laura felt another orgasm quickly
approaching and heard the words of endearment escape from her mouth.
She loved him and would do anything for Tim, her only son.
Tim's Life - Chapter VII (present)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
Wendy closed the door behind her, leaving Tim and two of her students
alone. As commanded she yearned to complete anything Tim suggested,
this as one of those things. At his suggestion she had sent each of
her students out to an empty class, one at a time. There Tim simply
asked each a few questions then he sent them back. After all her
students had gone, he had simply come to the door and told her to ask
Samuel and Jean to stay after class. Then, he told her to leave them
alone. She smiled enthusiastically all the while.
As was often the case, Tim gave those that pleased him a gift. For
Wendy, was two female students in her class that didn't fit into his
plans. But would be an enjoyable addition to Wendy's house. The two
girls both came with attractive mothers and all four females would be
more than submissive to the dominatrix.
"What are we doing here mister?" It was the mousy teenager who asked.
Tim ignored her question then simply looked into each of the fifteen
year-old's eyes. "You", he pointed at Samuel, "have always fantasied
about your mother. And you," he looked at Jean, "have been in lust
with your since you caught him jerking off."
Both teens froze for a second then all at one they spoke up, "Fuck you
mister!" Samuel jumped off the top of the desk and moved towards the
door.
"Your sick!" Jean's face became pale and her mouth moved but nothing
came out.
Tim wanted to get both these people to do what he wanted,
without some form of mental control. It was the moments like this
that he enjoyed the most. If his experiment failed then he can always
fall back to forcing them to his desires.
These two teenagers were not the only ones within Wendy's class that
had fantasies about a member. But they were from two of the
richest families within the class. Tim smiled then spoke calmly, "A
wise wouldn't leave until he heard what I had to say." Tim looked
at Samuel, waiting.
The stopped and turned about, crossing his arms, and looked
to the floor, waiting. "Thank you Samuel." Tim jumped up onto
Wendy's desk, sitting comfortably, while also forcing an awkward pause
to the situation. "Now, if you two decide to do as I ask you will
have your sexual fantasies fulfilled." Samuel looked up incediblously
while Jean simply sat frozen to her chair.
"Lets get out of here Jean." The turned to leave. "This warped!"
"I'm warped? I'm not the one with the in the wall, or with
pictures of his in a bikini in a metal box under the floorboards
in his room."
That stopped Samuel cold. He turned back to the stranger, "What?!"
The silence gave him time to think, "How did you know about the hole?
No one knows about those things?" The suddenly stopped, he
must have just realized his words were confirmation.
Tim ignored the question and turned his attention to the silent
stunned girl. "Well Jean, what about you? Have you told anyone about
those little fantasies you write in your diary? Listen kids", he
emphasized the words "kids", "your not the first ones to fantasies
about a member. In fact, my business is fulfilling people's
fantasies. Just like the both of yours."
Samuel looked stunned while Jean was frowning, obvious thinking about
Tim's words. Tonight, Samuel, you are going to invite me to supper -
Jean you will call and invite your to attend."
"Your crazy." The words were spoken with much less venom than the
earlier ones. Yet, Samuel went back to his desk and sat down.
"Whatever you have planned it won't work?" It was asked as a
question, and Jean was nodding dumbly at her classmates words.
"It won't? I have never failed yet." The looked suspicious
but Tim knew it was no contest, he would everything asked just for the
chance for the fantasy.
It was hours later, when the five people sat about in Samuel's living
room. The only adults in attendance was Samuel's mother, Suzanne, and
Tim. Jean had been surprised when her brother, Joel, had agreed to
come to dinner and simply went along with the instructions. Usually
the younger was a protagonist and a thorn in her side, while
also being the pivotal point in her fantasies.
"Tell me Tim", they had gotten past the introductions and were now
using first names. Suzanne continued, "are you an instructor of some
type? Samuel has been surprisingly quiet about your invitation."
Tim looked in amusement at Samuel then turned back to the attractive
forty something year-old mother. "No ma'am, I'm simply a business
man." He took a sip of the tea before him. "In fact I'm surprised
Samuel didn't tell you why I'm here."
The jumped in nervously, "When is supper mom? God I'm
hungry!"
"Its coming dear. Watch your manners please." She turned back to the
attractive in the Italian double-breasted suite. "As you were
saying Tim?"
Tim felt amused at what he was about to do to the polite mother.
"Well, Suzanne, your son has been having lustful thoughts about you
ever since he hit puberty." Samuel started to cough loudly while Joel
looked wide-eyed at the whole scene. His sister, Jean, simply stared
at the floor, as if waiting.
The middle-aged woman had been prepared from the first moments Tim had
walked into the very expensive nineteenth century house. She was
startled but took another sip of her tea then looked from Tim to her
son, as if waiting from more information. When nothing was forwarded,
she asked, "Well Samuel, is this true?"
"God mom! No, of course not!" Samuel had turned white and had long
since decided this was a bad idea.
Tim was smiling when he continued, "Its not? But what you the of your mom? You know, the one with the yellow knit bikini bottom
riding up her bottom in Mexico last year."
Suzanne trembled but didn't say a word. "Its not true mom!" It was a
comment on her good manners and patience that she kept her calm
demeanour this far into the conversation. Tim wondered how far he
could push her before she broke.
"Then its not true that you jerk off almost daily to that or
all the other ones of your moms? Samuel, remember our bargain." Tim
forced his voice to sound dangerous, but only felt pleasure at the
embarrassing tension in the air.
Suzanne looked surprised, "What bargain, Mr. Wilson?" Her hand was
trembling constantly now and she often shifted her weight. Tim hadn't
noticed the new formality in her address of him.
Samuel looked lost and simply watched the scene unfold before him.
"Its rather simple Suzanne, I simply told your son that if he invited
me over that he would have his fantasy fulfilled. Namely, to have you
as his sex slave!"
It was like the air about them was about to explode, but the wealthy
mother nodded then asked, "And why are they here Mr. Wilson?" She
nodded towards Jean and her younger brother.
Tim needn't have browsed her thoughts to know she was playing for
time, to dwell over what has been said to day. He decided to amuse
her. "Well that's the second bargain I made today. Joel is Jean's
fantasy." Suzanne looked towards the two people with disgust
and surprise. While Joel spun his head about to look at his sister. While she still ignored him, too nervous to even look up from
the hard wood floor.
"My god, your serious aren't you Mr. Wilson? You expect me to bend
over this coffee table and let my son have me, don't you?" She set
down her tea, the cup was in danger of spilling with her trembling
hands.
"I am serious Suzanne. In fact I'm always serious about incest." The
word seemed to sting all present, especially the two people who agreed
to this dinner. Tim turned his attention back to Samuel, "Would you
like to have sex with your as she said, over this table?"
"My god. No!"
Tim smiled, while Suzanne smiled almost in triumph at her son's
denial. "Then why is her getting wet while we sit here?"
Suzanne gasped loudly, which made everyone else realize Tim's words
were true.
A squeaky voice spoke up, "Mr. Wilson, my has agreed to this
too?"
Tim was enjoying himself immensely. "Something like that Joel. But
not so blunt as Suzanne and her son here. No, your is still a
virgin and she simply wants you as her lover."
"My l.. lover?" Evidently the thirteen year-old had a stutter. "Is
this t... true Jenny?" He had turned to his silent sister.
It was the first words the teenager had spoken since entering the
room. "Yes Joel, it is." Tim was proud of the lady - he knew
she had to have guts to say confirm his words. Her hand reached out
and took her baby brothers. Joel didn't pull away, instead he started
to smile.
"My god, what is happening here?" Suzanne's voice was getting
shrill. She turned her attention upon her son, "What will your say when I tell him what is going on here man?"
It wasn't really a question and Samuel seemed to shrink into the large
comfortable couch. "Actually I doubt you will say anything to your
husband." All eyes turned back to Tim. "Unless your son gives you
permission."
"My permission!"
"Of course." It hadn't been a question, but as usual, Tim did as he
wished. "A woman always does what her master wants, and you Suzanne
will do what your master wants. At all times!" Tim again put that
dangerous edge to his voice.
The expensively dressed sat trembling in anger and frustration
but didn't move. Her son spoke up, "Mr. Wilson I don't think this is
a good idea..."
Tim interrupted, "You don't? Then why is your cock hard?" Jean
giggled quietly and Suzanne tried to see if Tim's words were true. "I
was serious when I said she was to be your sex slave." Tim smiled at
the angry woman. "And a fiesty one at that."
The boy's face was red, probably from embarrassment. "Mother is
right, maybe this ..."
"Samuel?"
The answered politely but quietly, "Yes sir?"
"You don't believe she is your slave do you?"
Samuel looked at his surprisingly silent nervously before
answering, "No."
"Then humour me, test her. Ask your to do something."
The room was silent for several long minutes as Samuel simply looked
at his contemplating the man's words. Suzanne wanted to
scream out her anger, to jump up and slap her son for bringing this
disgusting into her house but discovered she could do neither. In
fact the woman sat silently, trembling in rage while glaring at
her son, almost daring him not to do it.
"Take your glasses off mother." The words were spoken almost in a
whisper but no one missed a word.
Suzanne reached up with both unsteady hands and pulled her glasses
off.
The second instruction was easier and came much quicker. "Take out
the pins from your hair mom." She slowly reached up and did exactly
as her son wanted. Her long slightly graying black hair cascaded down
her back.
Everyone in the room was amazed, except Tim, that she had followed her
son's instructions. Most of all Suzanne. She felt her veins turn to
ice, and wondered if her son did have some type of control over her.
She realized her body was trembling in anger and in lust.
"My god!" Samuel was obviously pleased and not a little surprised.
"It actually worked. Mom, you did what I asked? I thought you were
mad?"
Her voice sounded barely in control as she answered her only son,
"Evidently Mr. Wilson is right... you are the master." Her son gasped
loudly while Tim smiled knowing it was as much his mental command that
had spoken the words.
Suzanne looked to Tim in amazement - for the last few moments and the
words she had just spoken. Tears seemed to be starting to form in her
eyes. "Well Samuel, as I promised, your is now your slave."
The was nodding his head in amazed agreement.
"Spread your legs mom!" Tim was amused at Samuel's behaviour, like a
boy with a new toy and knew he had been the same way years ago.
Suzanne uncrossed her knees and moved her legs apart about six inches.
It obviously was not enough, "More!" She closed her eyes and opened
them as wide as her conservative skirt would allow. Yet by her son's
sudden look of pure delight it was obvious he had been able to see up
to her panties. Tim wondered if it was light enough for the to
see his mothers excitement, something else that he had conjured up
with the other mental commands he had already given her.
Joel lowered his head to seen between the woman's spread thighs
but was surprised when his pulled his faced around and planted
her lips upon his. He quickly lost interest in the other woman when
Jean's tongue began to play with his.
"Now your sweater - take it off!" Samuel was speaking very
quickly in his excitement and Tim wondered if they would ever have
supper.
Suzanne lifted the garment over her head and threw it onto the group.
She tried to hide her perky with her hands but her only son
was anxious for more. "Now the bra, show me your mom!" She
reached around and unhooked the clasp before throwing the ridged white
undergarment to her only son.
When her were bared, both Joel and Jean could do little but
stare in amazement at the first set of they had probably seen.
At least this close. Both had definite dents in their pants.
Jean alone was uninterested in the woman's quickly revealed
body, instead her attention was focused on her brothers `dent'. Tim
saw Joel jump when his sisters hand first grasp his youthful manhood.
Tim was enjoying himself very much, yet he was starting to get hungry.
"Suzanne get over to the coffee table and bend over. Your son is
going to fuck you before supper." She moved to comply. No one in the
room realized it wasn't Samuel's voice that had commanded the elder
lady, so enthralled with the actions that were going on.
It was only seconds until she was kneeling in the middle of the coffee
table, her covered bottom facing her son. "Well Samuel, we don't have
all night - fuck your slave." Everyone watched as the amazed stood up from his seat then lifted his mothers woolen skirt. Her
panty covered bottom was revealed until her son slipped the garment
past her hips to mid thigh.
Joel barely noticed his fumbling with his zipper until he felt
cool fingers wrap about his hard penis. A quick look at his
sister saw that she was smiling hugely at her new lover, as if she was
eager to please. The youngest male bent over to kiss his sisters
hungry lips again, before turning back to watch the live sex show
before him. Jean's hand pulled her brothers' towards her and pressed
it against the mound of her sex, above her pants.
From the corner of her eye saw her classmates cock thrust towards the
kneeling woman, and felt great interest in the actions being
performed. Yet, she also desired more personal action with her
brother right now. Jean wanted to kiss his `thing', as she so often
did in her fantasies.
Tim watched pleased at how easy it all had been. Jean was enjoying
the new feelings she was undergoing while experimenting with her mouth
upon a cock. Samuel was pounding like a jack rabbit in and out of his
mother, the whole coffee table looked in danger of breaking. Joel
could not decide which show he wanted to watch, his before him
or incestuous fuck three feet away. He tried to do both, and his huge
smile told everyone of his pleasure.
Of all the people present, only Suzanne wasn't enjoying herself. She
underwent the humiliation of her son's commands and then the rape of
her as she took her son's virginity. Her eyes were flowing
with tears and Tim decided he had better modify her thoughts enough
where she will continue to verbally be disgusted with what was going
on, but secretly desire everything her son wished. She would also,
never reveal the new relationship with her son to anyone, and would do
her most to continue it.
Joel had been the easiest of the two, the only programming he
underwent by Tim was simply never to his in any way or to
reveal their new relationship with anyone. Tim had nothing to worry
about with Jean, she only wished to live out the fantasies she had
imagined for these last two years. And she had many fantasies.
Samuel, on the other hand, would have to controlled sightly. The
young would want to brag to his friends about his new slave, and
probably even share her with them. Not acceptable, Tim forced him to
never reveal his secret but to always enjoy her. It would always be
his private enjoyment.
Supper went by quickly and quietly. Suzanne had served her guests
without a word, everyone present had seen her at her humiliation. She
was especially embarrassed when she screamed out her lovers name as
her own orgasm appeared. Even as her spasms slowed, she was more
surprised than anyone else at the strength and duration of her
explosion. As to her son's command, she only wore a kitchen apron and
nothing else. Joel couldn't take his eyes off her bare bottom or the
breast that was visible out one side of the apron.
Halfway though the meal, Suzanne had dropped her cup to the floor when
she felt her son's hand upon her naked lap and the trembling had
caused the accident. Her son pretended to be mad, his voice got
louder and he demanded satisfaction in front of guests. Suzanne had
begun to apologize to her son, pleading with him for patience. "Over
my knee mother!" She followed his directions and bent over her son's
knee. It was a quick and hard punishment, with all spectators
enjoying every slap of her pale shapely ass. Afterwards Samuel simply
said, "You'll get more after our guests leave mother!" Nothing else
about the matter was said yet her blazing ass was testimony to her
punishment.
Surprisingly, it was Jean that asked the fateful question. "What do
you get out of this Mr. Wilson?"
Tim smiling knowingly, took another bite of his dessert, then answered
matter-of-factly. "I get several things, one is simply pleasure." He
could not help but smile hugely at this which caused Suzanne to begin
trembling again. "And the other is power. You Jean, and Samuel, will
help give me that power." Jean nodded, a frown upon her lips. Samuel
probably did not understand, he had no power. At least not yet.
Someday, his will die leaving him the reigns to a rich and
powerful business. Jean stood to gain when her grandparents left her
their money, political interests, and stocks.
Nothing needed to be said, Tim would obviously approach one of the
teenagers when the time was right. And the others were either baffled
or horrified at what was said.
Tim stood in the grand foyer and was saying his good-byes. He shook
Jean's and Joel's hand, telling her, "You will make a fine couple."
And advice to Joel, "If you want to keep a woman happy, be patient and
gentle." Tim knew the would take his advice, he didn't have
a choice.
Then Samuel shook Tim's hand, his head was back and he looked six
inches taller. Sex and domination done great things to a mans
ego. As Tim very well knew. "Treat her like a slave, but never her." When Suzanne came up, Tim gave her a big hug and pressed his
lips to hers. They spend several long minutes in a passionate
embrace, french kissing, his hands groping a naked posterior. When
they were finished, Tim gave one final mental command to the
attractive mother, that she would come to Tim at a later date for his
pleasure.
Then Tim simply turned and left.
Tim's Life - Chapter VIII (past)
Caesar, copyright (c) 1996
Tim woke up with Esmerelda sleeping soundly next to him. His body was
exhausted after the enjoyable sex marathon he had last night with the
young and his mother. As he rolled out of bed, the thought about the change in his mothers behaviour these last few
months since the party at his friend Jerry's house. She had become a
virtual temptress, who was willing to do anything her son wished, any
time. Esmerelda, on the other hand, was simply a sexy toy for his
pleasure. Something to amuse himself with until he tired of her.
Not for the first time, Tim wondered if it was malicious to treat his
mother this way. To have altered her mind enough that she was
comparable to the lowest slut anytime they were alone. He had no
excuse why he used this power for the sexual conquest with his mother,
or even Jerry's. In fact, he felt very good about the ability to have
anyone do anything he wished. But he wanted more.
He was standing at his partially shaded window looking out when his
door slowly opened. His stuck her head around the corner and
looked a little disappointed that her son was already awake. Tim
motioned for her to be silent and to come in. He turned his attention
back to the new day outside his window. Behind, he could hear his
mother as she let the house coat fall to the floor. It was her custom
to appear in the morning with something easily discarded so her nudity
could be enjoyed by her son.
The never even looked down when his dropped next to
him and crawled over between the window alcove and his person. Her
mouth had become very effective at pleasing him. After all these
months, and with so many blow jobs, she had quickly learned what her
son enjoyed or didn't. Laura knew how to go slow and use firm
pressure with her lips upon his organ while her tongue constantly
frolicked with the underside and the crown. She began to make love to
his penis, as she did practically every morning. Her head bobbed
slowly before him, wanting to pleasure him exquisitely and he did to
her.
As was usual, Tim had slept in. Not that it mattered any longer, the
instructors at school always wrote glowing report cards for him, and
did not even notice when he wasn't there. Which was becoming more
often lately. Tim had learned that he could get more than sex with
his mind.
Outside, he noticed his Mary and two of her girlfriends as they
left the house to go to school. She was the only person in his house
that hadn't felt her brothers control over her. The reason may be,
that Tim always liked her better than his other sisters and that and
she was very young, Mary had just turned thirteen and had the tall
thin look of a preteen. Physically, her had not felt any
attraction towards her in the least. But laughing with her friends,
he saw that she was indeed beautiful compared to the other two her age and for the first time wondered how her body will fill out in
the coming years.
Tim's oldest wasn't very pretty, mostly because of the extra
weight she carried. Yet that hadn't stopped him from enjoying her for
a Saturday afternoon. That one encounter was enough to fulfil his
incestuous urge and to realize there was other women in the world who
he could enjoy. Not that he didn't care for her, in fact he had
caused a rich in the neighbourhood whom his had
adored to fall desperately in love with her. The wedding was
scheduled for next summer. Tim already knew what his present would
be, one more afternoon's fuck the day before her wedding, and the most
powerful orgasm of her life. Compliments of her baby brother.
His middle was the jock of the family, playing field hockey
mostly. She was also strikingly attractive. Tim had spent several
hours of the last months with her. Yet, he became bored very quickly
and found a surprising use for his sister. She was now Tim's father,
his mother's husband's lover. He still smiled when he remembered the
solution to a problem that plague him. How to keep his busy
while his was absent. Up till that moment, Tim altered his mind
enough that he never even noticed how his only son had almost every
woman in the household fawning over him. Or that his barely
spent any time in his bed. Tim enjoyed watching his and in bed, it was like a comedy and parallelled his own relationship with
his mother. If nothing else, he was glad his was having such a
enjoyable affair.
The tightening of his balls returned him to the present and to the
bobbing head between his legs. It was his who he found the
most enjoyable, both mentally and physically. She was a wonderful
lover and with a little alteration very wanton. At his direction she
would fuck anything, anytime. He often played with her lack of
inhibitions and had fingered her several times in public or at the
kitchen table. He had watched her orgasm using a carrot, a pencil, a
candle, and even a small sausage. How many times had he sent her to
her marriage bed with drops of sperm upon her smooth skin, he
wondered. She was always enthusiastic for the pursuit of his
pleasure, and ultimately her own.
Before he felt the first jerk of his cock, Tim pulled his mothers face
from his lap. It was something he rarely did, stop her before he was
done. She looked up with pleading hungry eyes and he nodded towards
the sleeping naked form on the bed. His licked her lips then
crawled over to her son's bed and to Esmerelda.
For several minutes, Tim watched as his gently toyed with his
girlfriend's sleeping body. She used her fingertips, her tongue and
even her own body to slowly stir the teenagers sensitive skin. It
wasn't long before Esmerelda had awakened enough to help by opening
her legs and move her own hands to cup the full attractive ass beside
her After these long weeks, both females were knowledgeable of the
others body, and always strived to please. With Tim watching, his
mother put more effort into her erotic work, simply for his viewing
pleasure.
As Esmerelda started to groan with sexual enjoyment, the tongue
already between the folds of her womanhood, Tim realized he was
becoming bored with her. She certainly had a wonderful body, an
easily manageable mind, and enthusiastic about sex. But she was also
lacking in imagination and intelligence. Something the had
learned, that an intelligent lover was better off having in bed. He
could not animate a woman's mind enough to make her exciting in bed.
Mrs. Muller had been a frequent addition to Tim's pleasure, but he
also tired of her quickly. So, after altering his friend Jerry's mind
to forget his anger, he gave his friend his own as a lover.
Before disengaging her from his troupe of sex toys, Tim had enjoyed
the sinful sight of the woman with her daughter. It touched on
the one thing Tim knew he greatly enjoyed, incestuous sexual
relationships. If not his own, then those about him.
Even now, with Esmerelda quickly approaching another orgasm by the
stimulation of the woman's tongue, he knew this would be the
last time she woke in his bed. A new and exciting thought crossed the
teenagers mind, that of his Mary in his bed with his using her mouth to please her youngest daughter. It had all the
aspects that Tim enjoyed, sex, incest, and power.
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