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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: TimsLife.txt (mc, Mf, ff, inc, nc) Authors name: Caesar Story Title : "Tim's Life" 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. ============================================================ "Though the invalid Saint of Brac Lay all of his life on his back, His wife got her share, And the pilgrams now stare At the scene, in this shrine, on a plaque." -author unknown Tim's Life - Chapter I (present) ================================ by Caesar, copyright (c) 1996 Tim sat back and watched the crowd of men cheering on the three lady entertainers. He smiled enjoying the sight of guys whom he knew, and their reaction to the show the three young women put on. Two of them were rubbing each others bodies with normal cooking oil and the third was sucking on the husband-to-be's hard cock. Guys 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 young man looked like he was about to ask another question so Tim added, "You just have to ask nicely." The other man 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 guys came by to congratulate the best man 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 guys cheered him onward. That was Tim's cue and he moved quickly forward to pull the brunette 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 guys 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 brunette 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 guys 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 guys were watching as the two oiled lesbian entertainers had ganged up on the brunette 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 sister 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 girls 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 sister as a slave." Rob had long ago learned not to ask certain questions of his friend. Tim looked down at the volumptious 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 sucking 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 lesbians was sucking on two cocks simultaneously, both crowns moving back and forth inside her mouth. The other lesbian was kneeling down on the floor and had one cock in her mouth the other in her cunt. The brunette cock sucker, now sporting ripped lingerie, lay with her back on the table and a crowd of guys 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 mother 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 young man." Her hand firmly came down upon his pajama 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 mother 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 young man pulled his clothing on quickly, grabbed his school books and bag then ran downstairs. "Try not to dent the floor honey." His mom 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 boys want more toast?" She smiled over at the young 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 mom 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 boys 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 mom 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 girls around the neighborhood. Once they even enjoyed the sight of Jerry's older 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 boys 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 cleavage 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 mom 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 mom 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 boys did, he wondered. Since he was spending more time around her, Tim's mother recruited her son to hold the yarn while she knitted a shawl. The family was seated before the television, the first in the neighborhood, and they all watched the Honeymooners. His father laughed continuously and loudly, which was often echoed by all his sisters. It was his mom 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 marveled 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 young 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 young 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 mom 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 marveled 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 young man felt every inch from her ankle to just behind the knee. All the while, conscious that his mother 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 young 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 mother 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 young teenager felt his own anger rise. "Its not like I grabbed your tits or anything!" He chose her breasts to retaliate with since in this position he could again see her ample cleavage 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 mother 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 mother 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 mature 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 young man 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 panties beneath were easily torn from one leg and they dropped to her ankle. The mother 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 young man 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 breast held her in place. It was the sheer tightness of her bottom hole 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 mother bit her bottom lip as her only son began pounding frantically within her. The teenagers own animal 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 man 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 incest with her sister 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 older sister - that lowered her upper crust breeding to that of a common slut. Tim smiled he remembered the sight of the gray haired woman sucking 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 married 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 older 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 hidden 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 demeanor 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 older of the sisters. It was the younger sister who's spirit he wanted to control - without his mental suggestions. When the older lady had departed to the water closet, Tim had dropped his pretense 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 fulfill her "incest fantasies" with her sister that she hadn't been able to say anything when the older woman returned. Before another word was said, the gray haired elder sister reached over and placed a crumpled garment into Tim's lap. It was the old 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 wife had grouped up on Mrs. Leveque, the same woman that now read the documents slowly. They had been especially gentle and slow. The older man didn't need any encouragement when his wife had suggested a threesome with herself and her younger sister. He had been all for it, only the presence of the quiet man in the corner had surprised him. But his sister-in-law had wished it. Tim had enjoyed watching the older 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 fulfill. 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 older body. The married couple left. The deal was simple, that he could promise the use of her older sister 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 fulfill a persons fantasies, he delivered. "Would you have slept with me to have your sister 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 sister indefinitely, as a lover and sexual partner. So fearful of loosing another chance to fulfill 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 man 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 sister with her son?" Her eyes shot at him, rage running through her. But that quickly changed as she realized her feelings could not be hidden from this "mind reader", or her thoughts. It was something she had thought about, something that felt even more nasty that the lesbian incest 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 older sister's used panties 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 cunt 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 picture the juices of your wet cunt 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 panties effectively covered everything. "You want to suck your nephews cock after its been inside your sister so bad that you are even going to let me fuck your virgin asshole." Mrs. Leveque pushed her huge panties to her knees revealing the pale skin and thick bush of her sex to the young 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 older 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 young man, and jumped off the edge of the desk and came about behind the old 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 incest 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 older woman to grunt almost like an animal. "Maybe she would loosen that tight hole up for her son to fuck?" The high class woman moved another finger to the hole and now tried to force two digits into herself. "You sister could lick your slutty wet cunt 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 older woman didn't care for pretense any longer, the man 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 fulfill those fantasies. The one moment Mr. Wilson had given her with her older sister 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 cum 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 cum inside you, you will be able to enjoy your sister 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 old 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 extreme 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 animal 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 mother 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 mother 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 girl 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 young 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 young man made comments about every woman that crossed. It didn't matter if she was young 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 mom 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 family 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 boy 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 shithead. I'm kidding. Nothing ever happened between your mom and me. Jerry turned back to a young girl riding her big across the street, "Wouldn't ya like to come back as a biyicle 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 mother 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 older 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 brother masturbate 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 mom Jerry. Not a bad ass huh?" He turned to watch his friends reaction. The young man watched the woman, then grinned at his friend. "Not bad. But my mom 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 reenforced his boldness. "Would you fuck your mom 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 mother 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 young man 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 overembellish, 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 young man 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 older person. Usually it was his attractive sister, Esmerelda, that held his young 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 young 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 mother 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 center of the table, Tim saw Mrs. Muller suddenly stiffen then quickly looked at her only son. He simply watched his sister 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 hidden 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 mother 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 mother 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 pajama 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 mother 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 sucking moist lips and saw his mothers tired yearning eyes stare at the bobbing manhood before her. Without a word, Tim's mother 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 young 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 incest 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 old 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 brother Rob, the other for herself. Rob's wife, Louise, took her own. Mary, Tim's younger sister took one. Leaving the last three drinks for Tim, Wendy, and her mother 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 sister 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 sister 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 parents 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 girl was thirteen, barely starting puberty, she had been his favorite. His sister 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 older 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 older mirror image of his girlfriend held secret lesbian 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 lesbians had never shown any serious interest in any other man or woman, other than Tim. Wendy sat on the bench facing the rest of the group while her mother 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 mother 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 wife together wouldn't you Rob?" The married man 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 sister 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 sister 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 young woman looked up at her brother 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 young slave desired this because her brother desired it. She was the perfect slave, his fantasies were her own. The young slave reached out and placed a hand on Louise's. The irritated wife sighed and smiled gently at her sister-in-law. She could never be mad at the sweet young 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 married 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 daughter clapped, while Mary whistled. Marge leaned over and kissed her brothers wife's hand while husband and wife 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 married 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 lesbian 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 mother and spoke sternly, "Well mother, I suppose your all hot and bothered after all this lesbian 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 mother 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 mother 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 fortysomething year-old moved quickly to comply to her daughters wish. "You sexy old slut, you couldn't wait until we were alone huh?" After the sexy looking older 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 older brother to release the pent up tension. "Spankings dear. My mother gets spankings when she has done something I dislike or when she is bad. How many?" Mary looked up at her brother 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 cunt and forgetting about mine. Don't think because we have an audience that you get to cum yet." Wendy pulled her sloppy wet fingers from between the folds of her mothers sex and pushed the older 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 daughter 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 sister 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 daughter 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 wife and slave did this afternoon?" It was obvious to all what he meant. Louise put her fork down and turned a deep red 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 slave's 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 wife 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 mother 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 sister 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 mother climbed beneath the table and saw the familiar mane of hair slide between the spread sleek thighs. She also felt jealousy that her mom 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 man 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 extreme guilt and mental pain over the new relationship they now shared. A relationship she both loved and hated all at once. The middle-aged mother 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 older 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 mother 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 fulfill a young 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 mother warned her about many years ago, when she was her son's age. Simply being the slut to one young man 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 vagina 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 sister Esmerelda. She was a tall skinny girl who seemed too flighty for her son. Mrs. Wilson wasn't blind to realize that the young 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 young woman, obviously bringing the girl off very quickly. Exhausted the girl 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 mother 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 girl 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 older woman when she realized it was Esmerelda's spend. "Tim, my god is that your mother?" The voice sounded very incrediblous. "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 mother 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 thick 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 cum. It was a game, to watch how his kinkiest thoughts were paralleled within the women about him. The thick pearl colored sperm slide back and forth between the lips. The older 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 young girl 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 girls 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 hurt 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 stockings 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 mom 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 center 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 mom 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 model 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 older 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 mom 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 mom 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 panties 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 panties still about her ankles. While both sets of dress's 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 mom won the first round!" He smiled proudly at his mother while she simply stared off into an imaginary spot on the wall. "Perhaps." Tim sounded amused. "But I would say my mom is definitely a hot piece of ass wouldn't you?" The two young men 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 breasts 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 mom 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 stockings 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 mom does have the best tits 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 mom for one minute with those tits." Laura was amazed, here was the young man 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 mom 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 breasts 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 red and sweating. Laura thought he was going to hit her son but instead the young man 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 vagina 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 stockings 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's 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 mother worked upon his own mom. It was the most exciting sight he had been able to witness since first seeing his mother masturbate 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 mother 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 mother climbed up onto the cushions to straddle his lap. He held his cock straight up and watched as his mother 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 sucking 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 brother 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 young 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 family member. But they were from two of the richest families within the class. Tim smiled then spoke calmly, "A wise man wouldn't leave until he heard what I had to say." Tim looked at Samuel, waiting. The young man 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 boy turned to leave. "This guys warped!" "I'm warped? I'm not the one with the hole in the wall, or with pictures of his mom 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 young man 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 family 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 brother 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 young man 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 brother 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 young man jumped in nervously, "When is supper mom? God I'm hungry!" "Its coming dear. Watch your manners please." She turned back to the attractive man 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 picture 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 demeanor 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 picture 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 young people with disgust and surprise. While Joel spun his head about to look at his older 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 mother 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 pussy 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 sister 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 sister 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 young 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 father say when I tell him what is going on here young 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 mother 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 young man answered politely but quietly, "Yes sir?" "You don't believe she is your slave do you?" Samuel looked at his surprisingly silent mother nervously before answering, "No." "Then humor me, test her. Ask your mother to do something." The room was silent for several long minutes as Samuel simply looked at his mother contemplating the older man's words. Suzanne wanted to scream out her anger, to jump up and slap her son for bringing this disgusting man into her house but discovered she could do neither. In fact the older 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 mother is now your slave." The boy was nodding his head in amazed agreement. "Spread your legs mom!" Tim was amused at Samuel's behavior, 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 boy 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 older woman's spread thighs but was surprised when his sister 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 mom - 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 breasts with her hands but her only son was anxious for more. "Now the bra, show me your tits mom!" She reached around and unhooked the clasp before throwing the ridged white undergarment to her only son. When her breasts were bared, both Joel and Jean could do little but stare in amazement at the first set of breasts they had probably seen. At least this close. Both boys had definite dents in their pants. Jean alone was uninterested in the older 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 young man 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 sister fumbling with his zipper until he felt cool fingers wrap about his hard young 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 jackrabbit 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 sister 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 vagina 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 hurt his sister 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 man 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 red 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 father 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 young man 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 young mans ego. As Tim very well knew. "Treat her like a slave, but never hurt 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 girl and his mother. As he rolled out of bed, the young man thought about the change in his mothers behavior 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 mother 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 housecoat 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 young man never even looked down when his mother 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 sister 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 brother 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 girls her age and for the first time wondered how her body will fill out in the coming years. Tim's oldest sister 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 fulfill 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 young man in the neighborhood whom his sister 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 sister 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 father busy while his wife 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 wife barely spent any time in his bed. Tim enjoyed watching his father and sister in bed, it was like a comedy and paralleled his own relationship with his mother. If nothing else, he was glad his father 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 mother 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 mother licked her lips then crawled over to her son's bed and to Esmerelda. For several minutes, Tim watched as his mother 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 young man 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 mother as a lover. Before disengaging her from his troupe of sex toys, Tim had enjoyed the sinful sight of the older 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 older 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 sister Mary in his bed with his mother using her mouth to please her youngest daughter. It had all the aspects that Tim enjoyed, sex, incest, and power. -*-