("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: Power05.txt Authors name: Caesar Story Title : Disabled powers ======================================================== Disabled Powers - Chapter V =========================== by Caesar, c1994 Esmerelda was a handsome woman, who was probably quite attractive years ago. She had been married years ago, but her husband had died in a war a few years before Sport was born. She was a friendly and warm person, whom the young man could feel comfortable around and even talk with if he was feeling down. Two days had gone by and Traci had been more than friendly, often inviting another encounter with his hand. Yet the young boy didn't do anything with her, perhaps because he also enjoyed the excitment of his "love" and her urgency of another erotic touch. Instead when he was around or not, his mind would send her little bits of emotions, or thoughts, exciting her towards another self-love session. It became, that whenever she came around him she would faun over him, touching his hand or shoulder, looking into his eyes as if pleading. In all, Sport was enjoying the charade, though he reenforced Traci's lady like values to hold back her desire she radiated for him. It was about this time when Sport decided to enter the mind of the live-in maid, Esmerelda. What he "saw" startled him. The woman was a lively and sexy woman, completly opposite to her actions. For one, Sport discovered that on her night off she went to a remote bar and would often go home with a man for a nights passion. Another, she liked to make love with a woman just a must as a man, something Sport hadn't thought of before. Yet excited the hell out of him. Often as she worked diligently about the house, her mind was going over the encounters with her gentemenly friends. So the talented young man began to intrude upon her thoughts and even mold a few to his own liking. For one, he enforced the fact that he was the bosses son, and that she should watch her step around him. Much like she does with the old man. Yet he tried to build a strong desire to continue to work with him, to follow what he said and not his father. He wanted to try something, something different than with Traci. So on that day, Traci being off for the day, Esmerelda spent much time around the disabled teen. When she bent over, as she often does, to fix the pillows where she had been sitting earlier, Sport promptly placed his hand upon one raised round cheek. Esmerelda yelped then spun around, "Sport!" He smiled at her, then again reached out and grasped her breast a few feet from his face. She pulled away, "Don't you realize what you are doing?" Both, of course, knew. "It, its not right!" Her voice had gone up an octave. "I like you Esmerelda." He smiled and interrupted before she could say something, "And would hate for father to discover what you allowed me to do." She didn't say a word, unsure of what he meant. He tried another approach, as per his plan. "I'm sorry Esmerelda, I just...well you are so beautiful and I never thought you... But of course if you don't like cripples!" He created a sad face. His act and a quick mental link, forced her actions. She took the two steps to him and wrapped him in her arms. "I'm sorry Sport!" Kissing his brow. "I don't mind if you are disabled, really dear." Still pretending hurt, he melted into her shoulder. "It just that..." That very second is when his hand reached between them and clenched at her full round breast that hung inches below his chin. She froze. Sport moved his hand around until he completly held the end of the roundness in his small hand. After a few seconds he again moved it down to her stomach and pulled up her sweater to reach beneath. This time he cupped her breast against her bra, feeling her warm and smooth skin through the harse material. His lips were next to her ear and he whispered, "Don't wear a bra tomorrow if you want to keep working here." He kissed her warm neck and then sat back letting her go. Esmerelda stood and quickly straightened her sweater, frowned at him, then promptly turned and left the room. That night, the lad sent the puzzled woman several mental messages, but didn't try to force her dicision. At least not directly. That next morning when she came to wank him before Traci arrived, it was odvious that her breasts were free of the hinderance of her bra. Sport did not even try to hid his gaze as he watched the sway of her large breasts under another of her casual sweaters. And as he watched, both nipples began to harden, giving him an added delight. Esmerelda was unusually cold to him this morning, ignoring him as she went about her duties mechanically, not even glazing in his direction. When it came time for her to help him out of bed and into his chair, that he first spoke, after her hands were busy helping lift him. "Open you shirt for me Esmerelda." She didn't say a word, or even acknowledged him until he was sitting down. The older woman stood straight and with quick hands lifted the bottom of her sweater up to her neck and stood still facing him, her eyes forcibly ignoring his. Sport of course boldly viewed the large pale white bosom in a delighted excitement. Noting the silver dollar sized nipples and every wrinkle they revealed. With trembling hands he moved his chair closer to her then reached up to hold her flesh mounds in his hands. He stole a amused look up to her face and saw that she was bitting the bottom of her lip while he explored her chest. "You can lower the sweater now." She did and was about to rapidly leave the room when he again spoke. "Now lift your dress up!" The sound of his voice revealed his excitment. She stood still for several long seconds as she seemed to contemplate her options. When her hands clenched at the hem of her skirt, he felt the power of controling another human being and it was like a bolt of electricity running through his body. Using his mind, he could make this older woman do anything. Even now hours after the last contact with her mind, she was doing things because of his direct intervention into her thoughts. He loved it. "Higher!" She finally lifted it so he could see her crotch. He saw that her nylons were the kind that went up to her waist and completely covered everything of interest. And below that, was her panties which made a double hinderence to his sight. But Sport still reached out and felt the tight fabric over the mound that he had sought. She was an older woman, and wide in the hips, but not overly, and was still very attractive. And the mound between her legs looked like it hid a wonderful part of her body that he meaned to explore. "I don't like panty hose, I want to be able to touch you here," he pressed firmly where he imagined her clitoris hid, "and here," he reached up with the free hand and cupped her breast over her sweater, "so please don't wear any more bras or panty hose." He sat back and enjoyed her frantic exit from her room. After a quick examination of her thoughts, decided she would not reveal his orders to the old man and left her to her emotions.