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                          Tommy Takes Charge

 Tommy was at in the swamp when the bug bit him.
He'd been pretending to be a superspy, cracking into Nemesis' HQ.
He   had been thinking about the imaginary female spy he seduced
with his   brilliance, and failed to pay attention to a large
unusual insect.   Lying on a log he had to sneak over, the thing
reacted sharply when   he brushed against it.
"YEEOWW!" he let out before he remembered spies didn't react to
pain.
It was a booby trap! They knew he was coming, he knew enough to
flee.   Imagined the hundreds of enemies pursuing him, he nursed
his injured   arm all the way to the house.
He stepped through the screen door, seeing his mother in the
kitchen.   She was young looking, no older than 32. He'd been a
high school   pregnancy, but Dad had done his best to look after
them. Until the   accident last year, that is.
"Hiya Mom," he announced. She spotted him cradling the arm,
shooting
a worried glance his way. Saturdays, she wasn't working. She
watched over him much more closely when she was home. Today being
Saturday, she fairly fawned over the injury.
"What did you do?" she asked, quickly rushing to check him.
"Oh it's nothing. A bug bit me." She held him and examined the
damage
anyway. She kissed his forehead.
"Where did this happen?"
"Out in the woods, close to the swamp. It'll be okay, really."
"I thought I told you to stay away from the old chemical dump."
"Aw mom. It's just a little bite, it'll heal."
"Just the same, I should spank you. Your just a little old for that

 now, twelve year olds are difficult for me without your father."
A   tear formed at the corner of her eye.
"I miss Dad too. Love ya Mom."
"Yes, I know," she wiped her eyes. "I'm going out tonight Tommy.
That
nice young lady, Lisa, will be sitting you tonight."
"Aw, I don't need a sitter. You just said I'm getting older. Really

 Mom!" Not that he really minded Lisa. She was always a thrill, a
real   looker in his opinion. Still, he could put one of his
carefully   husbanded video tapes on if he had the opportunity.
"I can't take any chances, young man. She'll be here by six. You
had
better behave too." She tossled his hair and returned to the chore
he
interrupted.
Play acting spy completely forgotten, he wandered up to his room.
 Closing the door, he pulled out the cache of magazines he
concealed   from his mother. He wondered if Mom was anything like
the woman in   these books. He knew Lisa just had to be.
After a satisfying period of 'reading', he realized it was almost
time   for Lisa to arrive. He didn't want to miss seeing her, even
if it   meant having her boss him around. He stepped into the
bathroom to   straighten himself up before she got there. His eyes
flashed back at   him in the mirror with a low red glow.
A trick of the light probably. He concentrated on recalling an
image
of Lisa.
Lisa was just starting college this fall. She was as pretty as the
 women in his reading collection. Long smooth legs giving her
almost   5'8" of height, a soft round chest, and an attractive face
to die   for. It was almost the perfect oval shape, brown eyes,
chiseled nose   and her mouth arranged better than anyone else he'd
ever seen. Her   lips were sensuous, almost always in an anxious
tasty pout. Her   lovely dark hair was soft to the touch whenever
he'd had the chance.
"TOMMY!" came his mother's voice. He scrambled down the stairs.
His mother stood at the front door with Lisa. Mom was looking nice
 too, hair in a French Braid, short skirt showing her legs to good
 effect. And a low cut blouse showing more of her tits than he'd
realized Mom had.
Tommy gulped, then looked at Lisa. Mom and Lisa were chatting,
settling accounts in advance. Lisa was wearing jeans, hiding the
beautiful legs he admired so often. But her chest was in a
revealing   light blue halter, nipples almost showing through, and
a cleavage   that left him with a lump in his throat. Her black
hair, rolled in a   curve just over her shoulders, bouncing with
her bobbing head as she   agreed with Mom.
"I'll be back late Tommy. Mr. Brucci is taking me to a movie after
dinner." She waved. Tommy stared at his own mother's tight tush as
she
wagged it going down the walk. He hadn't noticed how nicely shaped
Mom   was before. She must want to do something with Mr. Brucci
tonight.
"Okay Tommy. I'm going to watch TV for a while, do you need
anything?"   Lisa's sweet tones were musical to Tommy.
"Uh, no," he locked his eyes on her big browns. He tried to use his

 regular excuse to hang around her. He didn't want to just slip
back
upstairs with his favorite daydream here. "It would be nice if
we could do something though, like maybe a quick card game?"
Lisa glazed over for a moment, her face suddenly blank. Then she
smiled and nodded.
"Yes, a card game would be nice wouldn't it? Let's get the cards."
She   walked over to the cabinet where Mom kept the cards.
 Huh?, this was strange. The request was almost a ritual, he'd ask,
she smiles and says no. She usually told him to go do kid stuff
until
Mom came home. The smile almost always made him melt, injured by
rejection. But this time she said yes...
Surprised, perhaps even stunned by her willingness, Tommy squatted
 down in the livingroom. The rug there was soft, and great for
playing   cards. Besides, if he could figure out a way to get her
to neck, it
was pretty nice to lay down on too.
Lisa came back, deck of cards in hand. She didn't seem too
disturbed
by the slight change in her plans.
She crossed her legs as she sat, her full breasts bobbing in their
halter as she moved. She seemed oblivious to the effect her
movements
had on Tommy. Every little twitch those nodding melons made caused
another twitch in his groin.
"ohhh," Tommy mumbled.
"Are you all right," Lisa's concern was genuine. She knew how rough
being sick was on kids with their parents out. Tommy's crush on her
didn't bother her, but if he got ill she knew the evening would be
pretty rough.
"I'm fine," he quickly responded, striving not to stare at her
tits.
He wanted her to think of him as manly, not sickly. He sat up a bit

 straighter, puffing out his chest a bit.
Lisa dealt cards, and they began to play rummy. Tommy had an odd
feeling. Every time he caught her eyes, she did something
resembling a   double take. He was at a loss as to why. It was
rather bizarre she   agreed to play so quickly. Blinking, he
remembered his eyes flashing   red in the mirror.
He decided to perform an experiment, to see if his suggestion
carried   more weight with her when she was looking straight at
him...
"You really should discard the ace of spades," he suggested the
next   time she looked directly at him. He knew she had the card,
she seemed   to know he wanted it. A slight blank look was followed
by a light nod.
The next card she dropped was the requested spade. Tommy's jaw
dropped as he picked it up, making a winning meld. She looked
somewhat   disgusted, displeased she'd dropped the hand so
foolishly.
"um," he caught her eyes again. He struggled for a way to take
advantage of this odd behavior. He felt he could almost see the red

 glow reflected in her pupils, "how about we play strip rummy?"
She shook off the enticing pull. Then she looked at the cards.
"I, I think we should stick with regular rummy. My boyfriend
wouldn't   like it. Your Mother wouldn't approve." She couldn't
understand why   the suggestion was so intriguing. She really
didn't think it was a   good idea to feed his obsession of her.
He again drew her eyes to his own...
"You really want to look more deeply at my eyes," he whispered,
audible enough she would hear him, but not loud. He tried to sound
like that guy in the Dracula flick, the one with seductive hypnotic
powers. He figured seduction needed a deeper voice.
"I, yes. Your eyes are very deep..." She had blanked over. She was
lost in the hazy red pools she saw.
He was amazed. He remembered reading about hypnosis. Suddenly he
could do it to Lisa. She put up only the mildest resistance. What
had   the restrictions he'd read about this been? Who cared, as
long as he   could control Lisa now. He really wanted to get her
out of those   clothes.
"When you look away again, you will forget your boyfriend."
"I'll forget Roger, yes. yes." She nodded without taking her eyes
off
him.
He grinned, internally knowing she was really under some kind of
spell. A spell he cast in some mysterious manner. How was beyond
his   understanding, but he wasn't going to through away a perfect
 opportunity...
"You needn't worry about Mother. She'd be happy to know you like
me."
"Yes. Happy." Lisa was entranced, her normally sweet voice somehow
without any fire to it now.
"You'd like to play strip rummy with me."
 "I'd... no, no, it's wrong!... I would like..." she tried to shake
her   head, but remained locked on his eyes.
"You'd like to play strip rummy with me," he reiterated.
"I'd like to play strip rummy with you," she conceded, seemingly
surprised at her own reluctance a moment earlier.
"When I look away, you'll still do as I say, won't you."
"Yesss." Her eyes remained blank, transfixed upon him.
He glanced away, giving her a moment to catch her self awareness
again. She snapped to pretty fast, and picked up the cards as
though
this was entirely her own idea.
"Okay, here's the way it'll work," she said smiling, "every won
hand
is one piece of clothing, right?"
"Sounds good to me." Tommy just grinned, knowing he was about to
see
wonders about Lisa he'd only dreamed of before. He wondered about
those nipples poking the fabric of her halter. He longed to just
strip   her down, but it seemed better this way.
"You deal," she said.
Soon the first hand fell to Tommy. Lisa, without hesitation, pulled

 off a shoe. The second hand was Lisa's, he lost a shoe. Next was
his,   then another. Soon she was down to her halter and jeans.
Only in his   pants remained for Tommy.
As the next hand fell to him, Lisa blushed. Considering what to
remove, she decided the jeans were next. She stood up. Tucking her
thumbs in the waist of the jeans, she pulled them out a bit and
unbuttoned them. Then she undid the zipper, sliding the tongue down
slowly, watching Tommy's reaction.
 She pulled out one incredible long leg at a time, showing the
sleek   muscles she'd developed running, displaying the sweet
curves her of   her calves to great effect. Tommy's eyes followed
the luscious form   up to the pink panties, wisps of curly hairs
peeking out the edges.
"Like my legs?" She asked.
 He nodded. He reached out to touch the legs, but she slapped him
away.
"Hey, this is a looking game, not a touching game."
Pouting, he sulked a moment, then realized he controlled the rules.

 He could change them anytime he wanted. He decided to wait, those
 bound up breasts were just one hand of Rummy away. He enjoyed the
 slow method of getting her down to her bare skin.
"You deal," he said.
He lost this time, shedding his pants, leaving only white
underwear.   He felt a little embarrassed since he didn't know what
girls liked to   see, but he was determined to continue.
The next hand was his. Paradise would soon be revealed, those
bounding   boobs were to come out of the suggestive halter at last.
Lisa stood again, turning her back to him, peering over one
shoulder.   She was very slow in finding the bow knots for the
bottom of the   halter. Then with one hand holding the clothe still
in place, she   undid the bow knot behind her neck.
She turned, arms holding the covering in place. She grinned and
pulled   it away.
"Wheee!" she squealed with the sudden release of her well rounded
tits. She was wildly enjoying stripping, his suggestion settling
into
her as her own idea.
Tommy couldn't help but stare now. This was as close as he'd ever
been   to real live naked tits before. The knobby little nipples
were erect
from the sudden chill and the flesh was rolling a little with
Lisa's
movements. She shook them a bit, just to watch his attempt to
follow
the motion.
"Take off your panties too," he said.
"Oh no, the game's not over yet," she replied.
"Yes it is. Take them off."
"I, no, I..." She turned around again, struggling with herself. His
control settled in place and she responded as commanded.
Again she hooked thumbs in the waistband, and this time carefully
slid   panties down her legs. Her round bottom was exposed, showing
itself   in a heart like shape as she bent down. A handful of the
curly hairs   from her groin were visible at the slight crack in
her legs while she   was bent over.
"Wouldn't you like me to help you get off?"
"No. I think I should get dressed again and watch the News." Tommy
 thought how silly it had been to let her make any decisions. He
should   know better. How was he going to take her?
He thought of all those letters in his magazines upstairs. What did
the women say they liked? Maybe she could fill in the right
feelings
if he only just got her hot...
"You feel pretty horny. You need to get off, don't you?" Lisa began
to   sway a bit. Her eye hazed over a little. Differently this time
though,   as if the distraction came from within, rather than from
him.
"Ohhh," she muttered... "aaaah, ahhhh."
"You really want me to touch you, ask me to touch you."
"Oh Tommy. I can't do that, I,..." she shuddered with her own

internal   heat. Her eyes closed, she tucked her chin against her
right shoulder.   "Tommy, you better help me. I need you to touch
me."
Tommy grinned. He reached forward for the slightly sweaty girl
flesh   before him. His hand touched the previously forbidden
breasts,   bringing a sudden jolt to the sitter before him. She
opened her eyes   real wide, then closed them as she leaned forward
into his palm.
He could feel the erect flesh, imagining it vibrating against his
 hand. In wonder and awe he worshiped the two breasts with his
hands   and lips, never having the chance to touch real tits
before. He   stroked the soft pillowy mounds with great awe, to
touch a real   girl's tits. It boggled his teenage mind.
Lisa shuddered with each caress. The contact was electric, every
touch   a spark of arousal. Her body was becoming glossy from her
sweat. He   stopped, certain he'd just wet the floor if he kept at
it any longer.
"You will now go down on me. Take my prick in your mouth." He'd
read
about this in the magazines he had hidden. Now he was going to feel
the touch of her lips. He shook with nervous anticipation.
"I don't want that in my mouth, Tommy." She remained resistant to
his   commands. He was struck deeply. Why wasn't she doing as
ordered?
He vaguely remembered something about people not doing things under

 hypnosis they wouldn't do conscious. He tried to think of a way
around   it. Slowly, an idea came to him.
He remembered spending one evening day dreaming of her blowing him
 after watching her suck on a popsicle. She had sucked it in and
out,   teasing the ice treat with her tongue. He might have the
solution to   get her to go down.
"Kneel before me." She dropped to her knees, he stood, only above
her   now because she knelt. He held his prick and directed her
attention to   it, "you see a popsicle, juicy sweet popsicle, it's
your favorite   flavor. You want to suck the popsicle, reach out
and hold it, it's   not cold to your hands."
Lisa brought both hands up to his cock. They wrapped around him,
tightly, too tightly.
"Ah, you need to hold this popsicle gently," he worked in, "you can

 get more juice from it if you lightly squeeze up and down the
popsicle."
"Oh my." Lisa appeared fascinated with her tasty looking treat.
"Now for fun, we'll call this popsicle my prick, got it? But you
know
it's really a popsicle."
"I'm holding your prick."
"Would you like to suck my prick?"
"Very much, I like cold juicy pricks." She slipped her lips over
the
tip of his cock, slowly sucking him into her mouth. Heavenly, was
the
first thought in his mind. "mnnngffh!" she slurped.
She worked her tongue around the head of his cock, the same way she
licked the popsicle. Her lips, a soft pink-red, puckered over the
tip
again and again.
He began to work in and out of her mouth, harder as she licked the
cock he'd convinced her to suck. Suddenly, he could feel his heat
rise, the pull of her mouth was too much.
 "AhHHHhHHH!" he grunted out. "OH YES!"
The orgasm pulsed from his groin to the tip of his cock. He felt a
flow of semen push into the girl before him. She swallowed, juicy
liquid refreshing her with an imaginary ice flavor she alone knew.
She continued to suck.
"You can stop sucking my prick now."
"But it tastes so good," she said, licking again. The continued
contact brought out additional stiffness he didn't expect. Usually
when he played with himself while looking at the magazines, his
prick
went limp and stayed that way.
"You can lick it for another moment or two. Then you will get real
hot   for me to enter you."
"Oh, I don't...., yes, it would be real nice to have you inside
me,"
she acknowledged. Her tongue continued to wash his cock clean,
catching every drop she believed she'd missed.
"Lie down for me," he said, "Show me how you masturbate."
She stretched out on the rug, looking enticingly at him. He could
feel   his own desire rising again within. He knelt beside her,
watching her
fingers, work into her cunt. One hand was playing with a nipple,
pinching and pulling, rolling the darker pink flesh. She tried to
lick
her own nipple, successfully, sucking it into her own mouth.
"Ohhh yesss," she mumbled a moment later, allowing her head to toss

 to the side then back again.
He moved between her widely spread thighs, and worked himself above
her. She continued to masturbate, playing with the red swollen lips
as   furiously as possible. Her hips began to roll, swaying with
the lust
she apparently felt.
"Help me inside you Lisa." He tried to pose his cock at her outer
lips, but had no idea where the actual opening was. Lisa reached
for
his prick, and guided him into the snatch she offered up now.
He plunged into the soft hole. The tight moistness was
exhilarating.   He would probably come immediately if he hadn't
only just come in her   mouth. She worked up a heaving rhythm
against him, bucking so quickly   he found it difficult to stay in
her.
"Oh god, Tommy, I feel so fucking hot. Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me."
But he did. Her twat, by now very wet, fit around him nicely. He
pumped in unison with her motions. Her movements becoming more and
more frantic.
"Ahh, Ahh, YESS, YESS, YESS!" she squealed. Her orgasm came
quickly.   She slammed her fists against the floor with pleasure
and release.
He could no longer contain himself, the pumping motion she made was

 easing back, settling back from the pleasure. But his heat flooded

 his body now.
His groin clenched tightly, pumping seed deep within the
babysitter.   The pulse was strong, almost a cramping of the
muscles as the semen
poured through his cock into her body.
 He collapsed atop the helpless girl, unable to hold himself up any

 longer. She panted, he gasped from the exercise, he almost didn't
 hear the click at the front door.
A quick glance at the clock showed it wasn't even 8:00 yet. What
was
Mom doing home now! He knew Mom would be really angry when she saw
the two of them.
"I may be horny, but that goddamn octopus can go hang!" came a
ragged
and angry snarl from the front hall.
 Tommy scrambled to get his clothes, Lisa still lay supine, arm
across
her eyes. She hadn't heard a thing. He grabbed for his clothes
quickly, but not in time...
"TOMMY! LISA!" screamed his mother. "Young man, there had better be
an   explanation for all this..."
Her face was clenched into a look of outrage. She was obviously not
pleased. Her eyes burned with anger beyond whatever indignities her
date had levied upon her.
 "You slut!" this directed at Lisa. "I thought I could trust you
with
my boy. He is only a boy! You shouldn't do this with him. And you,
you
little fool.... Sex is a powerful emotional act, something you
would
be best wai... "
Then she met his eyes.
 "...ting for... until you..." Her voice faded away. Her face went
 blank, the same response Lisa had had. A long pause occurred.
At last he realized he could control his mother as well as he had
controlled the babysitter. She was entranced.
 "Mom," he said, with trepidation. Lisa was one thing. Turning her
into   a sex toy was just living out a fantasy he was familiar
with. Mom
though, she was in charge of his whole life. He wasn't sure this
would   work on her. But damn, after seeing her decked out tonight,
so pretty.
"Yes Tommy," came the flat response.
"You really want to love me, don't you?"
"Yes Tommy."
Lisa had looked up, somewhat surprised. She was concerned how
Tommy's   mother responded to her temporary ward. It wasn't quite
natural. She   knew Tommy had taken his mother over. Lisa pondered
a moment then   decided she couldn't have Tommy's mother telling
people she'd screwed   a kid. She now hoped Tommy would succeed.
"You want to have sex badly don't you, a lot recently?"
"Yes Tommy, it isn't the same since your father passed away." Her
voice droned, almost asleep.
 "You want it to stay in the family. You want me to make love to
you
now."
"No Tommy, no. It's not right for a mother to do that with her son,
no." Her head tried to shake as she spoke. Her eyes remained locked
on   Tommy's though.
"You want it to stay in the family. You want me to make love to you
now." The tone in his voice became more commanding. Her pupils
dilated. She began to nod.
"Yes. I want you Tommy. I want your touch."
"Good idea Mom. It'll be entirely your idea when you think about
what   we do. When you snap out of it, you'll feel very horny.
Lisa's here,   but you don't really care, do you?"
"No. Lisa seems to be your lover. I don't mind that she's here,"
she   droned.
"Good," he walked over to her. Cautiously, without taking his eyes
off   hers, he felt his mothers breasts through the fabric of her
blouse.   The nipples rose, hardening under his hand. "My touch
will be very
arousing, you'll want more of it as we get going."
"Ohhhh," she moaned, eyes remaining locked to his.
"You'll do whatever I command you. Even when I'm not looking in
your
eyes, understand?"
"Yessss," her body swayed, anxious for contact with her son's hands
as   they took liberties with her private parts. Her breath was
becoming
more regular, a rhythm of desire and arousal growing in her.
He looked away from Mom's eyes. They rolled up, eyelids fluttering
in   response to the sexual fires growing inside of her. He started
to part   the blouse, opening to allow himself a better view of her
lovely white   breasts.
His mother gasped as he touched the exposed skin. He unsnapped the
front snap of the bra she'd worn, an interestingly sloped article
angling down from the shoulders. Her breasts fell free, their
weight
forcing an ever so slight sag.
He suckled at the erect nipples. He felt Mom pull his head closer,
she   was lost in her sensations. A thunk sound signalled her purse
hitting
the floor.
 Behind him, Lisa stood up gracefully, uncertain whether to leave
or
stay to watch Tommy and his mother. Tommy heard the motion and
pulled
back.      "Lisa, come over here. Help me undress Mom. You will
join us."
Having her mind made up for her, she moved swiftly to his side. She
began to undo the skirt Mom was wearing. Mom's eyes opened in
surprise, but quickly hazed over again as he touched her breasts
again.
Tommy eased Mom's blouse over her shoulders, allowing it to drop.
Carefully, having never really handled a bra before, he eased the
undergarment off too. His mother stood, anxious for attention, with
no   more than her heels, stockings, and panties remaining to cover
her.
He shook a little as he pulled closer to Mom. His lips met hers,
the
soft plush moistness felt wonderful. She responded, slipping her
tongue past his lips and teeth. He discovered the pleasant joy of
locking his tongue in combat with hers.
 He drew back.
 "Come," he said, taking the sitter and his mother by the hand. He
led
them into the middle of the room. "Lie down, let's get
comfortable."
"Good idea," Mom answered.
 His prick, entertained so well already by Lisa, had risen to its
 stiff form again. He sat astride Mom's lower abdomen and began to
 feel her creamy breasts, rubbing his prick in between.
Tommy slid his prick between his mother's tits, lubricated now with

 the sweat of her arousal. Mom's face tilted forward, tongue
licking   at the tip of his cock whenever it slid far enough
towards her lips   to catch. The contact from her pink tongue shot
jolts of sexual
pleasure through his groin.
Tommy felt the clenching of his muscles. He started to come. His
mother tried to catch his jism in her mouth, but some of it
splattered   over her chin. Tommy grunted again, and started
rubbing Mom's nipples.
His mother rolled at his touch. Lisa, kneeling to the side, looked
confused. She watched, uncertain what to do.
"Why don't you lick Mom clean, Lisa," he directed.
Lisa hesitated. Then she bent down and started to clean Tommy's
mother   off with her tongue.
 "You like Mom a lot, Lisa. You think making out with her would be
cool. Mom, you want Lisa to join in the fun. You'll do whatever you
can to help get her off."
Mom started to respond to the administrations Lisa provided. She
pulled Lisa's oval face with it's perfect pink-red lips to her own.
The two women smeared the remaining semen between them, tasting
each
other's heated lust.
Tommy, feeling spent, pulled back to watch. He sat up on the couch.
 Mom worked herself out of the panties she'd worn. Then she rolled
to
her side, pulling Lisa down beside her. Lisa allowed herself to be
pulled into Mom's arms, her full breasts rubbing against the pair
Mom
displayed so well.
The two women started to grind against each other's legs and groin.
They had become a rolling mass of writhing women. The rhythm picked
up   as they began to pinch and pull at each other's nipples.
 "Mnnng!" "AAHH!" "OOhh yess..." the moaning was impossible to
assign
to either of them. Then Mom began to come, and it was apparent
finally   who it was that screamed. She shook her head about
wildly, gritting
her teeth with the pleasure of orgasm.
 The babysitter was suddenly overcome by orgasmic pleasure as well,
thrashing about recklessly, the girl's loose hair seemed to be
everywhere.
 They pulled into each other, holding tight after the sexual fury.
Both   coming down together, in each other's arms.
 Tommy was pleased with his new ability. He'd never need to
masturbate
again with Mom here to service his needs. He grinned. Lisa would be
visiting a lot more often too.

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  Msg#: 8797                                         Date: 21 Dec 94  12:51
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  Subj: REPOST Tommy takes charge2/8 (mc, incest)

From: an53629@anon.penet.fi



I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !




                        Tommy Takes Charge 2


  Tommy awoke from the couch and rubbed his eyes. The first thing he noticed
  was Mom and Lisa still in the middle of the room where he had left them.
  It wasn't a dream...both women were fully naked and tightly wrapped in each
  other sleeping, in a peaceful embrace.

  The last thing Tommy remembered was telling Lisa to help Mom get off.  When
  he'd curled up on the couch to watch the fun, he must have fallen asleep
  and so did they.

  It was 5 am now, time to do the chores. Tommy went over to his clothes
  where he and Lisa had played Strip Rummy, but Tommy stopped. It was a warm
  morning and he and his Mom lived on the small farm his Father had left them
  when he died. It was quite rural, it was not yet light, no one was around,
  and he had never been outside without any clothes on before.  It was Friday
  and the school bus didn't arrive for another 3 hrs, and there were some
  things he wanted to ask Mom about, so to save time he decided to just do
  the chores nude. He looked in on the 2 women, and let them sleep Lisa's
  head resting on Mom's beautiful tits.

  Tommy went outside into the warm morning, it was a weird sensation feeling
  the air around his prick and ass. The soft dirt of the yard squished
  between his toes. Tommy felt himself itching and when he got into the barn
  and turned on the light, he noticed his prick was covered in a shiny stiff
  glaze.  He shrugged and picked up the feed bucket.

  He made sure that Blackie, their young pony had water and gave him a fresh
  bale of hay and a bucket of oats, then ne let the sheep out into the
  pasture and fed the other horses.

  As he approached the house, Tommy smelled bacon. Curious, he walked
  in. There was Mom in her pink satin robe by the stove cooking breakfast,
  Lisa was still asleep and still nude.

  "Mom?" Tommy asked

  Mom turned with a smile which quickly melted .

  "WHAT are you DOING NAKED young man! You know better than THAT!"

  Tommy was taken by surprise.

  "Mom, don't you remember?"

  Mom reached out and caught his wrist and Tommy felt her hand swat his bare
  ass.

  "Mom! STOP!!!"

  Tommy stood there in his Mother's grasp. Tears welled in his eyes from the
  sting on his ass and he waited for the next swat, but nothing happened.
  Tommy opened his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks, but his Mother stood
  there, a blank expression on her face her one hand raised while the other
  held his wrist

  "Lemmego!"

  He fell as she opened her grasp. Tommy wondered what was going on.  Then he
  remembered, of course she didn't remember last night, he told her not to!
  But he HAD told her to obey him, even when she wasn't looking into his
  eyes.

  Tommy rubbed his ass, the red outline of Mom's hand there. Apparently
  outside of his commands she would react normally. He moved in front of Mom.

  Tommy looked up.

  "Look at me, Mom!"

  Mom turned her head, her pretty red hair falling over her shoulders, When
  here eyes met Tommy's glowing red eyes, her expression grew more serene and
  her mouth dropped open.

  Tommy moved forward to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as she
  had shown him how to do last night, and was rewarded with her own tongue
  gently massaging his. Then she gently began to suck on it and Tommy felt
  the glaze on his prick crackle as he got stiff again. With surprise he
  noticed his Mother had the same glaze around her mouth. Tommy broke the
  kiss.

  "What ya makin' for breakfast?"

  "Bacon and scrambled eggs, juice and toast" she replied, immediately
  smiling and going back to her cooking.

  "Mom, from now on when we're alone you won't care if I am naked"

  Mom frowned, "Tommy, you CAN'T go around naked. It's not right"

  Tommy sighed, there was that resistance again.

  "Mom."

  She looked at him, again and with a more firm voice he said "The animals
  don't wear clothes, and when were alone it's o.k. if I don't want to wear
  any."

  Mom seemed to think about that a moment, then nodded and went back to her
  cooking.

  Tommy started to tell Mom to make him chocolate cake for breakfast but then
  thought better of it. She was an adult and knew a lot of things he didn't;
  if he changed that someone was bound to find out and stop him. He had had
  far too much fun last night to allow that to happen. So he said nothing.

  Mom served breakfast. Still 2 hours for the bus

  "Mom, why don't you take off that robe?"

  "Tommy!

  "Stop talking like that or I'll wash your mouth out with soap."

  Tommy sighed again. He had asked her; he had to get used to his new found
  power.

  Tommy again made eye contact.

  "Mom, it's very warm out, you'd feel much cooler if you took your robe off."

  Mom loosened her collar and began to fan herself as Tommy watched her eat,
  and munched on his bacon.

  "The heat is really up," he said.

  Tommy watched with a smile as Mom slid the robe from her shoulders and as
  he suspected she was naked as a jay bird underneath, at least what he could
  see; the table hid her bottom half. But her wonderful full tits were in
  Tommy's full view.

  Tommy stared at her as he ate, and she seemed to take no notice.

  "Mom, why do women have tits, and men don't?"

  "Mom smiled, "You'll find out when you're older"

  "Mom..tell me NOW."

  Mom seemed to consider this, fighting it. Then she said, "You do have
  breasts, Tommy, just not as big."

  "Why not?"

  "Because men don't give milk."

  "You give milk? like a cow?"

  Mom frowned, "Tommy a woman is not an animal...but all mammals give milk.
  Remember when your cat had kittens?"

  Yea," said Tommy, "You wouldn't let me watch"

  "Yes. Remember how the kittens nursed?"

  Tommy nodded, "Did I nurse from you when I was a baby?"

  Tommy watched his Mother close her eyes and sigh, her breasts losing
  some of their sag.

  "Yes, Tommy."

  Seeing an opening, Tommy moved around the table to gently ran a finger over
  his Mother's nipples.

  "Did it feel good?"

  She nodded.

  "Mom...tell me about sex. You enjoy telling me. You want to tell me...and
  show me...I want to know what to do with Lisa."

  Mom got up without a word. Tommy looked between her legs and beneath the
  soft red fur he saw the soft opening he had put his prick into on Lisa.
  His Mother took his hand and went into the living room where Lisa slept.

  Tommy smiled.

  "Lay on the couch. Your arms feel like lead. So do your legs. You're just
  too tired to move..."

  Mom laid down; Tommy opened her legs for her and gazed at the soft fleshy
  mound.

  "What is this Mother?" he said, feeling the thick lips with his fingers.
  He was satisfied to hear his Mother's voice go up some and see her stiffen
  as she had when he had suckled on her tits

  "That's my vagina Tommy...and that feels.....um..VERY nice."

  Tommy smiled "It's not your pussy?"

  Mom frowned again.

  "That's vulgar, but some people call it that."

  "Mom, you just forgot you ever heard the word 'vagina' and you forgot the
  words 'breast' and 'butt'. You can use any other words but not those.
  Now, what is this?"

  Mom started to reply. Her eyebrows grew together.

  "It's...my...twat. Yes, that's it. My twat. Or you can call it pussy if you
  like."

  Tommy was getting harder as he heard his Mother say this.

  "So the whole thing is a 'vagina'?"

  "A what? No, it's a pussy," she closed her eyes as Tommy ran his fingers
  along the outside of the thick lips, "and those....are my labia, or lips...
  they are VERY sensitive."

  Tommy grinned again.

  "Show me where I put my prick when we have sex."

  Mom raised her arm very slowly, like it was heavy and she spread the lips
  brushing the red hair out of the way. Tommy noticed Lisa had awakened and
  was kneeling next to him, his hand went to her black hair and he began to
  run his fingers through it.

  "There are two passages Tommy, one I pee through."

  She pointed to the back of her pussy, then her finger came near the front
  and slipped in a short ways and lifted, Tommy could see a small pink
  passage way with a small nub of flesh on the top.

  "This is where you put your cock"

  Curious, Tommy reached out and slid his finger in. Another finger rubbed
  the nub of flesh and Mom gasped, almost as if in pain.

  "What is it?" Tommy asked, suddenly concerned.

  "That is my clitoris, Tommy. It's what makes me orgasm, like the head of
  your penis."

  "My what?"

  "Your penis" She replied, pointing to Tommy's erect prick.

  "Mom, Lisa, you just forgot the word 'penis'."

  Lisa nodded, adding helpfully, "It's a Popsicle."

  Tommy smiled. He had told her that when he needed her to think that so she'd
  suck on it.

  Mom looked at Lisa, puzzled.

  "It's a cock."

  Tommy interrupted, "What is below my Popsicle, Lisa?"

  "Your balls, Tommy"

  Mom tried to get up but couldn't.

  "DON'T use those words in front of my SON, you stupid slut! That's his
  scrotum and his testicles."

  Tommy smiled and soon Mom forgot those words as well.

  "Mom, I have to get ready for school. Lisa, do you have classes today?"

  "No, Tommy," she replied, "I have a long weekend planned with...planned
  with..."

  Tommy smiled, he had told her to forget her boyfriend, Roger.

  "Planned with me right?"

  Lisa frowned, then nodded slowly.

  "Yes, that was it..."

  "Good.

  "Mom, my cock looks like a really good breakfast vitamin. Suck it."

  Mom hesitated and said, "I can't, Tommy. That's disgusting. Your father used
to want
  me to do that."

  "You feel light now Mom, and you remember how nice Dad tasted."

  Mom bit her lower lip, then leaned her head into her young son's lap.
  Tommy put his hand on the back of her head as he felt her warm slippery lips
  engulf his cock and she began to nurse.

  "That's good, Mom. Imagine you're a baby, nursing at your Mommy's tit."

  Tommy smiled at Lisa.

  "Lisa, are there any pornography shops near college?"

  Lisa looked disgusted and nodded.

  "You've always wanted to go into one..."

  Lisa looked up, snapping, "No, I haven't!"

  Tommy caught her eyes with his again. She melted into the bliss of those
  red pools and Tommy grinned.

  "Deep down it excites you. You are very curious about those shops aren't
  you?"

  Lisa nodded slowly, almost in a dream.

  "Good. Today while I am at school, you will go there, I want you to pick
  out some naughty books and magazines for me, the ones that you really
  thought used to disgust you. Buy them with some money Mom will give you..."

  Tommy trailed off as his Mother's face pressed against his thighs. He felt
  her tongue slip out to caress his balls as she cleaned off the glaze. He
  noticed her own pussy was dripping the glaze.

  "Aaaah! Lisa...finger Mom...."

  Lisa moved over and slid her finger into Tommy's mom, gently working it
  back and forth. Tommy leaned over to watch but his vision was obstructed by
  Mom's fur down there. Tommy felt himself nearing the edge and pushed his
  Mom's face down on his prick and held it there. His belly clenched again
  and be felt his cum surge into his Mother's mouth.

  Mom sucked on it steadily. Tommy enjoyed how she seemed to pretend he was a
  straw. Finally he let her up.

  He had Mom and Lisa kneel in front of him, both staring into his eyes. He
  could see their pert nipples were aroused; had them spread their knees so
  he could get a better look between their legs but again that damned fur.

  "This is how you will kneel when we're alone. Mom, is there any way to get
  rid of the hair between your legs?"

  Mom answered in a monotone, "We could shave it, Tommy."

  "No, no. I mean so it won't ever come back?"

  Mom did not answer.

  "Lisa?"

  Lisa also replied as she looked up into his eyes.

  "We could pluck them out by the roots...but that would hurt."

  Tommy smiled; he was hard again as he began to dress for school.

  "No it won't...it will be worth it...you and Mom want to make me happy.
  That will make me happy. Now about the pornography shops...Lisa go there
  and get what I asked. Mom will give you money. You have a video tape
  machine right?"

  Lisa nodded.

  "Good. Bring it here, and get some videos too."

  Tommy smiled at his Mom "Neither of you will talk about this. You won't
  even remember it. You'll just do it."

  The women nodded and Tommy broke eye contact.

  The two women silently got dressed. Mom made Tommy's lunch and smiled at
  him, brushed his hair and sent him out to meet the school bus.

  "Have a nice day at school, Tommy! Don't forget your sister is coming
  home for the weekend!"

  Tommy paused, and smiled.

  "O.K. Mom..I love you!"

  Mom smiled back.

  "I love you too, Tommy."
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  Msg#: 8793                                         Date: 21 Dec 94  12:51
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  Subj: REPOST Tommy takes charge 3/8 (mc,incest)

From: an53629@anon.penet.fi



I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
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                         Tommy Takes Charge 3


       Tommy got on the bus, and smiled as his mother waved good by
to him in her robe. As the bus pulled out he quickly found his
friend Paul and sat next to him.

     "Guess what!" Tommy smiled.

     "What?"

     "Remember Lisa?"   "Your sitter?  "Yeah?" Paul replied
brushing his short brown hair out of his eyes

     "Yeah, well I got in her pants!"

     "NO WAY!"  Paul grinned.  "You make her bark like a dog?"

     Tommy wasn't familiar with the expression but it sounded
interesting.  "No, stupid."

     "She got great nipples or what?"

     Tommy smiled, "She's got more than that. I fucked her..."

     Paul laughed.  "Right!  "IN your dreams!"

     "No, really!"  Paul laughed loudly; Tommy could barely hear
his own voice. Paul could sure be obnoxious.

     "No Listen to...Paul...Paul, STOP!"

     Paul stopped and regarded him.

     Angry Tommy glared at him.  "If you don't want to believe me
just go jack off!"

     Tommy turned to stare out the window. The ride was bumpy, but
he smiled at the next stop when Melony got on. Melony was the on
the school gymnastics team. She was a looker, clothed in tight
jeans and a pink leotard, brown hair swaying down to her ass; she
was also as stuck up as they come. Many were the afternoons Tommy
had watched her workout on the uneven parallel bars, imagining what
lay beneath the narrow pink crotch of her body suit.

     Tommy waved at her, and she just rolled her eyes.

     Tommy wondered about that. Why hadn't she stared into his eyes
dumbstruck? Was it the distance? Something about the way she looked
at him?  She was carrying an armload of books. Tommy was about to
lean over and whisper to Paul about her ass when the girl behind
them started to scream.

     Tommy turned, startled.

      Paul had his prick out in his hand was was pumping away.
"Damn!  "Paul, STOP!"

     Paul stopped, looking confused with his and around his cock.
The bus driver arrived before Tommy could say anything else.

     "That is enough, young man!" the elder man yelled, reaching
over Tommy to grab Paul's arm.

     "No, wait!"  Tommy yelled back, desperately trying to catch
the driver's eyes; the commotion on the bus was to much, he
couldn't even be heard.

     Paul was dragged by the arm to the front of the bus, big tears
in his eyes and mumbling "What's wrong?"

     At the school the bus driver disappeared into the school with
Paul.

      Tommy felt miserable. He remembered telling Paul to jack off.
He must have been looking into his eyes when he said it. He would
have to learn to watch that.

     He did not see Paul in his first class and on the way to the
second he saw Paul's mom and dad outside the principal's office. He
was about to talk to them when they walked into the office.

     Tommy got an F on his spelling test in the next class, and a
note to take home to Mom. He'd be grounded for a week. Paul finally
showed up in their 3rd class, History.

     "What happened?" Tommy asked.

     "I got grounded, and I have to see the school shrink. I don't
know what the big deal was..."

     Tommy thought about trying to undo what he had done. As he
thought about it he realized that if he kept doing things hit and
miss he was going to get found out. Besides, Paul wasn't in that
much trouble and maybe he could make it up to him in the future.

     After class Tommy went up to his teacher, Mr Alden, to try
something.

     "Mr. Alden?" Tommy asked.

     The big man looked up with a slight smile.  "Yes, Tommy?"

     Tommy looked right into the man's face and waited for his
expression to go blank.

       Mr. Alden sat back a moment and regarded Tommy. Frowning, he
leaned forward and was about to speak again. Tommy saw the man
raise his eyes to his pupil's and the instant he looked into
Tommy's eyes his face went slack.  That must be it,  Tommy thought.
It seemed natural to look at someone without looking them in the
eye, for casual conversation; if Tommy made it obvious he wanted to
look into the other person's eye, or if the conversation centered
on him, people would make eye contact; that's when he could make
them react.

     Tommy looked away, breaking eye contact.  "I just wanted to
know when the next assignment is due."

     "Not until Wednesday, Tommy." Mr. Aldern replied happily as if
nothing had happened.

     At lunch Tommy sat with Paul.  "You gonna be in a lot of
trouble?"

       "No," Paul replied, "they just talked to me about sex and
stuff...you know how parents and teachers don't want to talk about
it..."

     Tommy nodded.  "Yeah. My mom's cool about it, though."

     Melony walked by and Tommy got up, planning to get her
attention. Instead he ran into her older brother, David

     "Hey, Dickhead. Watch where you're going and keep your
stinking eyes off my sister!"

     David slugged Tommy hard in the stomach.  "Or you might have
an ACCIDENT or something."  Furious, Tommy looked up with an
effort, searching for David's eyes. As the older boy's eyes glazed,
Tommy fought to regain the wind which had been driven from his
body.  "Speaking of accidents, David, you feel the need to piss
right now."  Without another word David's pants began to wet and
urine ran onto the floor.  "What the...?" David exclaimed, looking
down at his mess. Glancing over Tommy's shoulder, he paled and
turned to run to the bathroom.  Tommy turned to see the cafeteria
turning to stare; no one was close enough to have heard the
conversation, but children are drawn to a fight as sharks to blood
in the water. They did not yet understand why David had run from
the smaller Tommy.

     Tommy quickly departed. In the hall he saw David crying in the
arms of one of the female teachers. Tommy smiled and left.  The
afternoon passed slowly. After the last bell rang, Tommy snuck into
the gym to find his hiding place. High in the bleachers he could
watch Melony work out with out being seen.  Melony was just younger
than Tommy, her chest only bumps compared to Mom and Lisa, but he
watched. She practiced the splits, holding her leg beside her head,
and Tommy watched that small pink strip. Gone were the jeans, and
the body suit hugged her form. Her feet and legs were bare.
Watching her, Tommy thought about what awaited him at home. He
would have to stop giving the two girls ideas as they came along.
He wanted to have them use their minds, not just sit like
dolls...well, SOMETIMES sit like dolls. But how to make them WANT
to do the things he wanted and yet still look normal to everyone
else.  What happened to Paul was proof that if he ever got caught
he'd be in big trouble. And how could he get Melony...She would be
his trophy, his display piece.  Mom had said women are not animals.
Hmmmm...animals.... Tommy began to think.

     Tommy got back on the bus. He had his plan. If it worked he'd
be able to control his mom and his sitter in a way so that they
would be their sweet charming selves, but still delight his every
fantasy. When he got home it would be at least a few hours before
his sister, Holly, got home.

     Tommy ran from the bus stop and burst in "Mom!? Lisa?!"  He
stopped short, unprepared for the sight that greeted him. There in
the front room were both women, totally naked with not a hint of
hair around their exposed genitals. The sight of the smooth fleshy
pink lips locked Tommy's gaze. Both groins were a deep red where
the hair had been removed by the roots. Mom was on her back, and
Lisa was on top of her eagerly licking at Mom's pussy.  Beside them
was not only Lisa's VCR but a tripod, video camera, and a stack of
tapes. About half of the tapes were blank, the other half with
naked women and men on their covers. There was also a pile of
magazines and strange items which Tommy failed to recognize.

     "Lisa!  "What are you doing!?"

     Lisa looked up, a tired expression on her face.  "Getting your
mom off....doing anything she wants"

     Tommy stared at the two sweaty women as his mother smiled at
him.  "How was school, Tommy?"   That first night Tommy had told
Lisa to get Mom off any way she could. Tommy sat down, his heart
racing.  "Mom, Lisa, look at me."

     Both woman sat up, smiling. In a moment the smiles faded and
Tommy moved closer, staring at them. It seemed the longer they
stared the deeper the trance.  "Listen carefully to me."  They both
nodded slowly, Mom still panting.

     Tommy considered a moment.  "Mom, what would the neighbors say
if they saw us fuck?"

     She responded in a monotone, "They would call the police"

     "And what would the police do?"

     "They would take me away...and lock me up."

     "Would you want that?"

     Mom shook her head slowly no.

     Both women's eyes were locked with his.  "Lisa," he grinned,
"what would happen to you?"

     "They would lock me up..."

     "Yes," Tommy responded, "you would lose everything."

     Lisa nodded slowly.

     "Do you want that?"

     Both woman shook their heads no.

     "Good. We might get found out; you don't want that so you
won't do anything which might risk our relationship, right?"

     Both women nodded. Tommy moved closer, pulling up a chair.

     "Kneel!"

     Both women knelt.

     "Spread your knees really wide."

     Both women spread their knees, giving Tommy an excellent view
of their puffy warm lips.

     "Put your hands on your knees, palms up.  You're very, VERY
comfortable in that position. In fact, you could stay like that for
hours without tiring. All the furniture feels picky and
itchy...even the bed...and only I can make it stop itching."

     Again both women nodded.

     "Lisa, Mom, you both know Blackie, our pony, don't you?"

     "Yes," they answered, dreamily.

     "Why did we get Blackie?"

     "To stud," Mom replied.

     "Tell me, does a mare have a pussy?"

     Two nods.  "Do mares have tits?"

     Two more nods.

     "And do mares have mouthes, eyes, and breath air?"

     Two nods.

     Tommy took a deep breath, crossing his fingers that this would
work, getting closer and staring right into their eyes.

     "And you both of you have all that?"

     "Yes."

     "What is a brood mare for?"

     The girls droned as one, "To fuck the stud."

     "And what are women for?"

     There was a long silence.

     "Women are JUST like brood mares."

     The two women still struggled. Tommy reached out and caressed
one nipple on each naked breast, watching the women gasp at his
touch.

     "They...are...to...fuck the stud."

     Tommy smiled.  "I am the stud."

     The two girls nodded.

     "Your job is to arouse me, to do things I will like so I will
take interest in you. When I am not near you you will keep getting
hornier and hornier but you won't do anything without me."

     The girls nodded.

     Tommy decided that was enough for now. He had heard that
repeated suggestions made them stronger, but he broke contact.

     The two women smiled.  "How was school, Tommy?   Tommy smiled
and gently caressed Mom's tits.  "Mom, I can see your naked pussy."

     She smiled, "It's not my pussy , Dear. It's yours."

     He felt Lisa working his shirt off him, gently kissing his
ear.

     "What have we here?"

     Mom began to remove his shoes as he picked up a magazine. On
the front cover it had a woman, a white rope tying her arms behind
her back and a bar held her legs spread. Her tits were wrapped
around and around with rope till they were dark swollen globes.

     "What is this?"

     Lisa leaned over, a smile on her face.  "It's bondage. Do you
like it?"

     The next page showed a man holding the lips of the woman's
pussy open showing the passage his mother had showed him this
morning.  "It's interesting. Why did you select this?"

     Lisa smiled and leaned close.  "I thought we might, you know,
tie your mom up...  would you like that? Then she couldn't tell you
what to do."

     Tommy grinned. The next page showed a man taking a woman but
he was not in her pussy, he was in her ass.

     "Lisa, bend over and show me your ass."

     Tommy was surprised when Lisa not only bent over, but spread
her cheeks. Tommy regarded the hole...he had not thought to try
that.

     "O.K."

     Lisa sat back down.  Tommy had to stand as Mom unzipped his
pants reaching in to feel his stiff erection.

     Tommy picked up a small package. Inside was something like a
finger for a glove.

     "What's this?" he asked.

     Mom leaned forward to caress his exposed nipples.  "It's a
condom," she replied, "so you won't get us pregnant."

     Tommy's head reeled.  "Pregnant!?  "You mean that's how a
woman gets pregnant?"

     Both women grinned and nodded.

     "Lisa, did I make you pregnant when we..."

     "There's a chance Tommy...I didn't think of it but it's about
that time."

     Tommy's eyes grew big.  "I...I didn't know. I'm sorry!"

     Lisa looked at him oddly.  "It's O.K. I just didn't think of
it."

     Tommy was almost limp as the two girls began to lick at his
toes.  He reached for another magazine. He opened it and was again
shocked to see it contained nude pregnant women.  He flipped
through a few of the pages and as he did so his erection grew
again. As he got used to them he discovered he liked how the
swollen bellys looked...then he looked at Lisa...and his Mom.

"Mom, you've always wanted another daughter."

     "No, Tommy." she exclaimed.  Tommy caught her eyes, restating,
"Mom, you WANT another daughter."  Tommy was surprised by the
strength in her voice.  "No, Tommy. That's too much
responsibility."

     Tommy tried again.  "Mom, you won't get pregnant."

     "Yes I will, Tommy. I'm in heat like a mare."

     Tommy couldn't think...he had not yet had his mother and she
looked VERY nice with ho hair down there. Then he got an idea.

     "Mom, you're getting sleepy, very sleepy."

     Her eyes drooped.  "You can't stay awake, you're going to go
to sleep and you won't wake up till I tell you to"

     Tommy watched his mother topple over, her tits hanging to one
side.

     Tommy smiled again.  "Lisa, you wanted to tie Mom up? Let's
see how well you can do it!"

     Tommy sat back to watch the fun.  Lisa quickly selected first
a locking  leather dog collar.  "Here, Bitch. You want to fuck your
son...do it like the bitch you are."

     Tommy smiled as she locked the collar snuggly around Mom's
pretty throat.  "I like it when you talk like that, Lisa."

     Tommy thought Lisa would orgasm right there at the compliment.
Next she grabbed a ball gag and pressed it between the slumbering
woman's lips, locking it to Mom's face. Then Lisa dragged Mom to
the center of the living room.  There were six columns there that
supported the upper floor. Lisa made a slip knot and slipped the
loop around Mom's wrists and ankles. Appendage by appendage she
drew Mom into a tight spread eagle position. Tommy knelt down
between his mother's legs to eye that curious fleshy mound that
held his interest so much, realizing he had the whole weekend to
experiment and play with his new toys.

     Lisa busied herself tying Mom's tits while Tommy curiously
spread her soft lips. The passage she had shown him was still
there, only the whole thing had a much more erotic effect without
the hair. He felt he had taken away the last of her privacy,
exposing her completely. The inside was moist and soft and as he
played with it, she moaned through the gag. Tommy noticed her feet,
stretched taught as Lisa had tied her he had never considered how
sexy nude feet were.

     Tommy ran his hand down his mother's lower belly, following
the curve around to her pussy, and then over that. He felt so
naughty and for once Mom wasn't going to stop him.

     When Lisa finished she had looped six turns of the rope around
Mom's breasts and they were now quiet stiff and tight.  Tommy ran
his hand over them. Much firmer now that the blood had been
squeezed to the nipples. He smiled at Lisa.  "You can pleasure
yourself with her...just so long as I have her pussy."

     Lisa removed the ball gag and straddled the unconscious woman.
Lisa pulled the lips of her own twat apart and lowered herself onto
his mother's face.

     Tommy, now very excited, tried to picture how Mom would look
pregnant. He leaned forward and felt his head press past her thick
smooth, naked lips.

     Lisa slid back and forth, washing Mom's face, as Tommy slid
his stiff erection all the way into his mother. Later he would get
her to accept doing this but for not he just wanted to do it, while
she was still in heat.

     Tommy began to thrust his young hips. His mother was not as
tight as Lisa but the warm slippery flesh clung to his cock. His
belly pressed to his mother's. Lisa's pretty, heart-shaped ass in
front of him.  She turned around as he watched her and brought his
face to her tit. Tommy sucked the nipple into his mouth, slavering
his tongue over the girl's flesh.  Tommy bucked harder into his
mother, his cock swallowed by her belly. Lisa stroked his hair as
he rocked into the helpless woman beneath her. Tommy felt the now
familiar tightening and suddenly his cock spit out the cum into his
mom.  Tommy chuckled.  "I came out of there...guess what, Mom..I'm
HOME!"  He groaned as the thought caused another pleasant surge of
seed into her womb.

     He heard Lisa orgasm on Mom's face and held his softening
erection inside his mother.  "Is...she pregnant...now?" he panted.
Lisa looked at him and smiled, kissing him on the lips and allowing
his tongue to explore her mouth. When they broke she said, "You
don't know right away, it may take a few times."  Tommy smiled.
"That's not a problem. We've got a LOT of time."

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  Msg#: 8795                                         Date: 21 Dec 94  12:51
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  Subj: REPOST Tommy takes charge4/8 (mc,incest)

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I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !



                         Tommy Takes Charge 4
                               His Sister

Tommy lay on his mother for a few moments catching his breath.  He
laid his head on her tits, slippery with his saliva and her sweat.
Lisa sat in front of him, on Mom's face, working that wonderful
thing between her legs over Mom's nose and mouth.  Lisa was working
up her own sweat, and Tommy realized neither woman had taken a bath
since he had started playing with them this morning, and he had
lathered both up rather well all day.  Tommy put that out of his
mind as he snuggled up to Mom. His length was soft now, but still
buried somewhere deep inside Mom's tummy, the warmth of her folds
was pleasant, and the feel of the bare girl flesh on his was
relaxing. As he pillowed his head on Mom's breasts he looked up at
her hands. The ropes bit deeply into her wrists from when he had
bound her spread-eagled on the floor on her back. He locked his
hypnotic eyes on her, telling her to sleep.  Tommy giggled,
realizing he still needed his Mom, that he was not mature enough to
know how to be an adult. From now on HE would put the women to bed,
not the other way around.  After a while Tommy lifted himself up,
feeling himself slip from his mother's mound and sat back to look
at it again. A bit of his cum dribbled out on the soft naked lips.
Mom would never wear hair down there again. She had gotten rid of
it permanently, pulling each hair bout by the root as Tommy had
asked...Asked? Commanded. Tommy smiled again as Lisa worked herself
harder over his unconscious mother, her moans filling the house.
Tommy reached down and rubbed the fluid that had dripped out of Mom
over her mound, again amazed at how soft it was.  He couldn't
figure out why he couldn't make Mom WANT to try and make a baby
with him but it didn't matter. His mother moaned in her sleep at
his gentle, curious touch; Lisa echoed it as her mound pressed over
Mom's open mouth.

     "I'll figure it out later," he thought, "I have all kinds of
time. So long as I can put Mom out, she can't stop me anyways."  He
smiled and tried to picture Mom with her belly swollen in however
long it took girls to have babies.  Lisa's moan brought him back to
reality and he sat on the Lazy Boy to watch.

     "You're really getting off on that, aren't you, Lisa?"  Lisa
blushed a deep shade of red as she said, "Tommy, you told me you
wanted me to."

     "Yes, but I mean you REALLY like it."  Tommy sensed he had hit
on something here, something more than his control of his
babysitter.

     "Tommy, I...I know you're making me do this. I don't know how,
or why I like so much doing it for you, but I know I normally
wouldn't."  Tommy grinned and she instinctively looked into his red
eyes.

     "Tell me the truth. You wouldn't do this unless you thought
you could get away with it."  Slowly Lisa nodded. Tommy released
her from his gaze and turned to the stack of magazines, the ones
Lisa had bought at his bidding.  He noticed a small pile in a brown
paper bag. Lisa followed his eyes to the bag and blushed again.
Tommy picked up the bag, noting that his mother's hair was becoming
soaked in Lisa's juices as she lay bound and asleep.  Slipping the
magazine from the brown paper, Tommy saw four women on the cover;
two were licking each other while the other two urinated on them.

     "Lisa!

     "Is THIS what I told you to buy?"  Lisa froze in terror. Tommy
recognized the look, it was the same one he had worn when his
father had caught him using lunch money to by cigarettes.

     "Tommy, I...I'm sorry..."  Tommy smiled. This was not his
doing, it was something deep and dirty inside Lisa.

     "Lisa, I will make you a deal."  She looked at him, her
beautiful pussy resting comfortably over Mom's nose.

     "You help me with Mom, make me hard as often as you can, I
mean become a real fan of my body, and I'll give you a present."
Lisa looked confused, torn by her desire. She was being asked to
submit to Tommy not only because of his will but freely as well.
Tommy moved closer, gently running a finger over his babysitter's
warm, sweaty breasts and watched her lean into his caress. She
looked directly at his small boy's cock.

     "Tommy, I don't..."  Tommy leaned down to his mother's ear.

     "Mom, you're dreaming about kissing me. Please kiss me."  Lisa
groaned as his mother's lips found Lisa's pussy and she began to
kiss with her tongue as she had done for Tommy.

     "You see, Lisa, I can make things very pleasant for you."  As
Lisa considered, Tommy could see the pleasure in her. It was a
serious consideration.

     "I'll have you anyways..."

     "Okay, okay.

     "Tommy, you win...you have me...just PLEASE don't tell her to
stop!"  Tommy giggled.

     "I wouldn't think of it. I'm going to go play with my Sega. Do
what you like with Mom but don't hurt her."  - + - + - + - + - + -
+ - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -  It was
getting late. Tommy had let Mom up after Lisa had finally slaked
her lust. Then he'd gone over to Paul's house to play.  Before he
had left, Tommy had gone over to the pile of leather goods and
found a soft locking leather collar.

     "Well, Lisa," he had said "If you're going to help, here is
your reward."  With that he locked the collar about his mother's
throat.

     "Mom, you want to do anything Lisa asks. She looks real pretty
and it excites you like having sex when you obey her. I put you on
a leash because you like following her like a puppy; you don't mind
it at all."  Mom had resisted but Tommy's gaze had bested her.  It
was almost time for his sister, Holly, to get home when he
returned. Mom now wore a silk robe that only barely covered her
ass, while Lisa had donned a leather bra and panties she had bought
from the sex shop. They both wanted to do something special for
Tommy.  Mom heard the door close and heard the soft voice of her 14
year old daughter.  Lisa hid her approving smile when the young,
brown-haired girl with doe eyes walked through the door. She stood
only half a head taller than Tommy where Lisa could rest her chin
atop Tommy's head and his mother's nipples were right at his eye
level.  Holly stood in a typical Catholic school uniform: a black
sweater over a white blouse, a green plaid skirt, black socks and
black high gloss pumps.  Holly stopped, a bit shocked when she
entered the room. There was a peculiar smell, not really
unpleasant, but odd. Her mother stood, dressed for a slumber party,
accompanied by Tommy's babysitter in a leather bikini.

     "Mom, what's going on?"  Mom answered, smiling brightly, "Come
in honey. We have something to explain to you."  Holly walked in,
her long brown hair nearly sweeping the floor as she walked and sat
down next to her mother.

     "What is it? Why are you dressed that way?"

     "Honey, do you know what sex is?"  Holly blushed, nodding
meekly; that was a forbidden topic in school.  Mom went on,
stroking her brown hair.

     "I think it's time for your sex talk, darling."  Holly
grinned, she knew this was coming some day, but this was totally
unexpected.  Lisa sat on the floor next to Holly --- for some
reason all the furniture prickled --- and gently began to caress
Holly's leg.

     "Have you any questions?" Mom asked.  Holly considered.

     "Well...what IS sex anyways? I mean what's the big deal? I
mean I know it's what makes babies..."  Mom smiled and hugged he
daughter's face to her breast.

     "Holly, sex is the most wonderful feeling in the world."
Holly was so surprised she barely noticed Lisa's hand up her skirt
nor her mother's hand down her back on the inside of her blouse.

     "Are you still a virgin, Holly?" Mom asked.  Dumbfounded,
Holly nodded.

     "Of course..."  Suddenly, Holly was very aware of something
between her legs. When she looked down, Lisa's hand was gently
caressing her sensitive pussy lips. She stiffened but her mother's
gentle voice went on.

     "That's good. I am proud of you. Since your dad died...I need
your help with Tommy."

     "Tommy?" she asked, "Why? Is something wrong?"  Holly could
feel Lisa's fingers shooting hot flashes up her groin and squirmed
a little.  Mom smiled.

     "What I am going to ask you, I am going to ask because you're
so mature. Do you know the difference between a man's body and a
woman's?"  Holly blushed.

     "No, not exactly..."  Holly's voice trailed off as Lisa's
teasing fingers danced. Mom smiled.

     "I want you to go to your brother, you and he will take your
clothes off...and then he will show you the difference."  Holly
couldn't believe her ears.

     "You WANT me to take my clothes off?"  Mom hugged her warmly
so that Lisa could duck her head under the girl's skirt.

     "Honey, sex is nothing to be ashamed of, and it's not easy to
make babies, I know what the nuns taught you but, well, I believe
they were wrong."  Holly felt Lisa's tongue. Suddenly half of her
wanted to pull away, but the other half.... She had seen Tommy's
bare chest, and remembered how exciting he looked. and Mom said it
was okay.  Holly heard the door slam. Tommy walked across the
kitchen and into the living room.

     "Okay, Mom, what do I do next?"  Mom smiled and kissed her on
the lips, a very unmotherly kiss that left Holly dazed and even
more aroused. Lisa withdrew thinking how easy it was to excite the
child's hormones.

     "Why, whatever he wants, dear," was Mom's reply.  - + - + - +
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
Tommy sat down in the chair, considering his sister's fate, when
suddenly she was there, sweeping into the room.

     "Hello, Tommy."

     "Holly, I..."  Before he could go further he was surprised to
see her begin to unbutton her sweater and toss it aside.

     "Ever seen me naked before?"  Tommy's mouth dropped open, then
he saw Lisa wave from the other room and sat back smiling.

     "No. Would you strip for me?"  Holly blushed, beginning to get
nervous, looking at her mother who nodded encouragement.  She
slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off her long slender
arms, revealing her training bra. Then she moved over and began to
undo Tommy's shirt with trembling hands. Tommy never moved,
allowing her to take it off. which strengthened Holly's resolve.

     "If he can do it, *I* can do it," she thought, wondering why
Tommy wouldn't meet her gaze. "He must be embarrassed."  Tommy felt
the touch of her warm hands as they moved to his belt.  She was as
curious as he had been. He stood while she tugged his jeans down
and his cock sprang out. She stared at it as if it were the Python
from The Jungle Book.  Tommy, used to his mother and Lisa reached
over and undid the bra, releasing his sister's small breasts, as he
leaned over Holly he pressed his cock to her face, and felt her
warm cheek.  Holly felt it. It was hard, but not like iron or
stone. She looked up at her naked brother. She was beginning to get
really nervous, but stood, clad only in her skirt and shoes. Tommy
smiled and for now, knelt and removed the shoes and socks. His
hands went under her skirt to her waist.

     "Tommy, please...I think I want to stop."  Tommy leaned
forward and began to lick at her small nipples. Making eye contact
for just a second he spoke quietly.

     "Pull down your panties."  Holly let the cotton panties fall
around her ankles, looking at Tommy's discarded Underoos, with
their pictures of Kimba the White Lion all over them.  Tommy
stepped back, pulling on the buttons of the skirt.  It fell away
and Tommy smiled at the soft mound he had revealed. It was snow
white, with no hair growing on it yet, her ass was firmer than
Lisa's.  Lisa trembled.

     "Please, Tommy, stop. This isn't right. Something is wrong
with Mom."  Tommy chuckled as Lisa led Mom passively all the way
into the room by her new leash.  Holly looked at her brother.

     "Tommy?"  Tommy smiled and held up an identical collar and
leash.

     "This is for you, Holly."  She turned to run but Mom
intercepted her.

     "Please, Mom, what's going on?"  Mom smiled gently down.

     "Tommy knows what he's doing. Trust him."  Holly turned seeing
no escape.

     "Put your hands behind your back, Holly," Tommy said.  Holly
did so, and Tommy took a small length of her own hair and tied her
hands behind her back.

     "Kneel."  Holly again did so, and he used more hair to bind
her ankles. and then twisted up some hair and pushed it into her
mouth, tying it there with more hair so she wouldn't talk and
disrupt him.  Grinning, he knelt behind her.  Mom cautioned him,
"Don't make her pregnant, Tommy."  Tommy laughed. Mom and that
pregnancy thing.

     "Lisa, take Mom outside and play with her."  Once alone Tommy
looked at his captive.

     "I will take your mind later. Right now I want your body..
Moving closer, Tommy began to work himself into his sister's body.

     "I been reading up on stuff. Is it almost time for your
period?"  Holly nodded.

     "Good. By god, you're tighter than Lisa."  He pushed a bit
harder and saw her small nipples stiffen.  Then he came up against
her virginity, for she had known no other man before him. It was
almost too easy to push past it: she winced a little and then he
was through. His rhythm was steady and he allowed her to climax
once before he pumped his own orgasm into her body.

     "That's 3 notches for my bedpost," he announced, grinning.
Remembering something, he called in his other women.

     "Mom, what was that in the picture where the guy put his dick
in a woman's ass?"

     "An ass fuck, Tommy? Did you already fuck Holly's pussy?"
Holly could not believe the language her mother was using.  Tommy
nodded.

     "Well, Tommy, why not try her. She has you wet and hard, and
you have her ass available..."  Tommy regarded it, The pucker of
Holly's ass was MUCH smaller, but he stepped up. When he shoved his
head in, Holly gave a very arousing grunt. Smiling Tommy began to
feed her more and more. It was amazing how tight it was. He finally
got himself in completely, and then pulled back, a pleasant suction
being created. He grinned as he felt Lisa begin to lick his balls
from behind, and Mom straddled Holly, pillowing her head on her
tits.

 Tommy began to buck hard. having just orgasmed he could take his
time. He listened to his sister grunting, he was not sure if it was
pain or pleasure, but he knew he liked this, and he still had two
more days of the weekend left.  To his right the video camera was
running, having captured Holly losing her virginity. he smiled as
he climaxed in the young, tight anus, the squeezing giving him an
interesting sensation.

 Slowly he pulled out after he was satisfied. He regarded his cock
and then looked at Holly's remaining virgin orifice  Smiling he
lifted her head and said, "Holly, look into my eyes."


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  Msg#: 8801                                         Date: 21 Dec 94  12:57
  From: an53629                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No
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  Subj: REPOST Tommy takes charge 5/8 (mc,incest)

From: an53629@anon.penet.fi



I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !



                      Tommy Takes Charge 5
                     Melody Brought to Heel

The evening went by quickly for Tommy. He taught Holly how to suck
his cock; as he felt she was a little over weight that was all she
was to be given to eat all weekend. At bed time, Tommy put his
girls in their new clothes.  Tommy gave them thin leather cuffs,
each with a wire running inside the leather.  Because it made them
look so nice Tommy used cuffs at least one size too small and made
them fit on each girl's wrists and ankles.  Lisa had bought cuffs
with integral locks.  Tommy locked each on, and flushed all the
keys down the toilet, together with the keys to their dog collars.
Next Tommy made a small bed for each at the foot of his mother's
bed, on the floor.  As he made each girl lay down, he again looked
between each of their legs and began to realize he was thinking of
the women more and more in terms of their pussies. Mom was not Mom,
she was just a loose pussy, Holly was the tightest and his
babysitter, well she was just his first crush.  After examining
their cunts, Tommy leashes each woman to the bed, binding Holly's
and Lisa's ankles and hands behind their backs and using his
hypnotic stare to put each of them to sleep. Mom he just put on a
leash. His cock was limp and he gently rubbed it against her cheek.

     "Tommy, that's filthy, and I haven't had a bath in four days."

Tommy grinned.

     "Yeah, and you smell like a whore, Mom."  Mom looked angry.

     "Mom, I'll set an alarm for you. Tomorrow when you get up I
want you to wake me up with a blow job."

     "Tommy, this has gone far enough. Your cock is dirty, you
haven't washed, I don't want it in my mouth, and if you keep having
me swallow your cum, I may get sick. I saw you with your sister,
you DIDN'T use a condom, you could get her pregnant"  Tommy smiled
and said, "Mom, I am going to knock all three of you girls up. I am
doing my best to GET you pregnant."

     "Tommy, women are not animals...you can't care for a baby, and
we can't AFFORD a baby, let alone three, and a boy is not supposed
to make his mother pregnant. I don't want to suck your cock."
Tommy smiled. Bound as she was, Mom could no more enforce her will
then she could stay awake if he told her to go to sleep. Tommy
knelt down and stared into his mother's eyes.

     "Mom, women ARE animals, specifically they are breeding
animals."  Smiling, Tommy got an idea.

     "Mom, your are a brood mare. For the rest of this weekend you
will not speak, you'll whinny. You'll prance about on all fours and
you will not bite or kick; you're a tame mare. We humans can do
anything we want. Now in the morning, when you hear the alarm you
will nuzzle and suck on my cock till I cum."

     "I will nuzzle and suck on your cock till you cum," she
repeated.

     "Now go to sleep and wait for the alarm. I am going to dress
you women up and take some videos of you. Maybe I can sell them.
Your bed is on the floor with the rest of the animals. I'm taking
your bed."  Mom laid down and went to sleep. Tommy got out some of
the things Lisa had bought. The women were unconscious and bound;
Tommy could play with his new dolls.  Lisa was first, He flopped
her over onto her belly and spread her tight ass cheeks. There her
pink pucker nestled. Tommy became hard just looking at it.

     "Lisa, I have been neglecting you," Tommy said to the sleeping
woman in his hands.  He chuckled when he poked her anus with his
finger, watching the muscles twitch. Slowly Tommy moved up, his
balls dragging nicely along the backs of Lisa's legs and he pushed
his head against the pucker.  Lisa did not move. Grinning, Tommy
pushed his weight into the helpless babysitter. Pulling back on her
hair he could watch her face.  Lisa winced slightly as Tommy drove
in. His eyes darted between her face and the stretching anus that
was swallowing his erection. Tommy chuckled when he worked all the
way into her and heard her grunt. Then he began to thrust, not
gently like with Holly, but quickly. Lisa's hands were bound
tightly behind her back, and Tommy could feel them against his
belly as he drove in.  He was getting better at this, and didn't
feel the need to orgasm right away so while he was busy in her
bowels he reached over for the strange leather bra he had selected
for her, Strapping around the sweaty girl he saw how Lisa's nice
tits poked thru the holes, and as he tightened it, he could see how
over time it would cause her breasts to swell.  Lisa grunted in her
induced sleep with each of Tommy's thrusts.  Looking at her tits
getting redder and noticing Lisa's hands and feet being red, he
felt the now familiar pleasure wash over him. This time, for the
first time he looked down and watched his cock as it pumped his
seed into the babysitter.  When he finished, Tommy moved his sister
to his bed, and tied her spread eagle, nice and tight just like
he'd tied Mom. As she lay there on her back exposed, Tommy smiled
and probed her mouth with his tongue, strapping a bra on her as
well. Then he went out to the barn where Blackie was, stroking the
pony he removed the bridle from it, and brought it in and placed it
on his mother, adjusting the straps. Then he video taped each
woman, in close up, concentrating on their pussies, and in Lisa's
case the cum dripping out of her ass.  Then Tommy pulled out what
he had been waiting for: three chastity belts. For Lisa he selected
two vibrators, implanting one each into her pussy and ass. Turning
them to maximum he held them tightly in place with the locking
belt.  She moaned in her sleep.

     "That will wear you out until the batteries do," Tommy
chuckled, rising.  For Mom he chose the two biggest dildoes, one
for her cunt, the other for her ass. She too was locked in her
chastity belt.  Tommy regarded his helpless sister. He had not
explored her mind extensively yet. He released her and woke her up.

She blinked, shaking her head. Her breasts were swollen and very
sensitive, the nipples standing out very obscenely. Tommy held the
leash to which she was attached.

     "Tommy?" she asked nervously.

     "Come on girl," he said, whistling to her like she were a dog.

Holly didn't want to obey but found herself following.

     "Heel," Tommy said forcefully and she fell in step with him,
one step behind and to the right.

     "Tommy, please...I'm scared."

     "Don't be scared," he replied "I am going to make you
pregnant, not hurt you."

     "Tommy!" she yelled "Tommy you're only twelve, and I am only
fourteen."

     "Down!"  Tommy pointed to his feet where there was a silver
dog dish.  Holly knelt. In the dish were dry, oblong, green-brown
chunks of something.

     "Hungry?" he asked, his eyes flashing a moment.  Holly found
herself famished.

     "Tommy, is that...."

     "Yep," Tommy grinned, "Dog food. I tried some. It's not so bad
and it's cheaper than eggs and bacon and stuff that I will be
eating. Now come on..."  Tommy grinned as she bent over and began
to eat with no hands.  He stroked her ass gently, casually looking
at the way her pussy lips pressed between her closed thighs.

     "Open your legs," he commanded.

     "Tommy..."

     "OPEN THEM!"  She quietly spread her knees and Tommy rubbed a
finger over her thick lips back there, watching in pleasure as her
nipples pressed harder into the leather bra.

     "How do you like your bra?" he asked.

     "It's hot," she complained.

     "Good. I like to see you sweat. You have a very pretty body.
You're going to bear lots of children for me."

     "Tommy, I am your sister."  Tommy nodded as she finished her
dinner.

     "Yes, you are."  Tommy walked out to his Sega, Holly following
at the end of her leash. Before playing he locked eyes with Holly.

     "Holly, you worship me...you adore me. You'd do anything to
please me. I want you to come up with your own ideas on how to
please me. I will screw you when I am pleased so you just show me
what you got, anything we do will be YOUR idea, and your fault if
anything happens, so you best not let anyone know."  When he broke
contact Holly looked up at him nervously, then without a word began
to lavish his feet with her tongue. Tommy sat back and played Sonic
2 while his sister suckled his toes.

  After finishing the game, Tommy tied his sister back to the foot
of the bed. The rest of the weekend was just like that. Lisa waking
up near exhaustion as the vibrators screwed her at night and Tommy
took her by day. Mom woke up every morning and woke her son with a
blow job. Usually she found Holly spread eagle with dried cum
between her legs and in her mouth.  - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
+ - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -  Monday morning
Tommy allowed the women to give him a bath with their tongues, and
then had them shower and dress for work or school.  None of the
women could remove their collars or cuffs so they became part of
their "clothing".

 Tommy told his mother to withdraw Holly from the Catholic school;
it was time to home-school her. Then Mom went to work.  Lisa was
told to have an intense hatred of any males who made any advances
on her except for himself, that included Roger. And Lisa went to
classes. Holly he left chained to the stove by her ankle, naked.
Her job would be to cook and keep the house clean, very clean.

Tommy went to school. He began to drop hints, or what he thought
were hints, to Paul. It would take a while to work him up to
meeting Tommy's girls. Tommy kept an eye out for Melody, but it
seemed she was spending the week at a cheerleading camp. Tommy made
up for his disappointment by screwing each of his girls harder
every night.

  At breakfast after another fine weekend with his women, a weekend
which had been extended by power outage Sunday night, Mom set
Tommy's plate down and said,"Tommy, I feel a little sick this
morning and so does your sister."  Tommy figured that just meant
the dog food would last longer; Lisa ate heartily from her bowl on
the floor. Tommy and his harem were startled by a knock on the
door. Tommy ordered them into robes and Mom answered the door.

Tommy listened from the kitchen as he heard the door open.  His
mother shouted, "You damned bitch! Get out of my house! Get out!"
Tommy charged into the front room to see his mother, red-faced
screaming at another woman standing just inside the door. The
newcomer looked surprisingly like his mother. Her hair was the
same, though worn more stylishly and her eyes were the same, though
with fewer age lines around them. Her black skirt was slit to the
thigh and she wore black high heeled shoes. Her white, cashmere
sweater hugged her curves more than anything Tommy had ever seen
his mother wear.

     "Mom, settle down."  Mom was silent, taking a step backwards.
The stranger looked from her to Tommy and back again.

     "Who's this, Mom?"

     "Tommy, I don't want her here."  The woman looked back to
Tommy, smiling. Tommy's stomach lurched. He had to be careful.

     "Mom, I asked who she is."  Tommy's hypnotic suggestions took
hold and his mother answered, "That's your aunt Barb."

     "Aunt Barb? I didn't know I HAD an Aunt Barb."  Tommy saw his
mother's anger boiling to the surface again. He placed a hand on
her shoulder and said calmly, "Mom, we can't turn away family."

     "I supposed you're right," his mother's replied.  Aunt Barb's
surprise filled her face as Mom turned to her.

     "You can stay for a little while. Don't you dare make trouble,
though or you're out of here."  Mom stalked off to the kitchen and
Aunt Barb stepped into the living room. Tommy was not sure if it
was an accident, but she leaned forward as she spoke to him,
affording him a view of her ample cleavage.

     "You must be Tommy," she said.

     "And you're my Aunt Barb?"

     "Call me Bambi. All my friends do."

     "Bambi? Like the deer?"  She chuckled.

     "Yep."  Tommy was getting nervous. With her deep-cut sweater
he didn't even think to look into her eyes. He had a lot of
questions but the school bus was coming and he had plans for
Melody. Bambi would have to wait.

     "See you later, Bambi."  - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - +
- + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -  At school Tommy went
straight to Melody, taking the seat next to her in first period.

     "Hi Melody. How was your trip?"  She gave him an icy glance
"Look, leave me alone."

     "You have a nice ass...and your going to show it to me."

     "What!" she shouted, shocked by his nerve. Before she could
say more, the bell rang for class.  All through math Melody glared
at him. Tommy carefully avoided eye contact.  He caught up with her
out in the hall after class let out.

     "Melody..."  She wouldn't look at him.

     "Melody, I am going to put you on a dog leash and bring you to
heel."  Melody spun, her arm outstretched but Tommy ducked her
slap.  The smile froze on Tommy's face as a strong hand reached
around him from behind, grabbing a handful of his shirt and turning
him around. A punch to his stomach doubled him over. The hold on
his shirt did not let go, pulling him forward into an alcove and
out of sight of the teachers monitoring the hall.  Fighting to
breathe, Tommy was hauled straight and looking into the face of
Melody's current boyfriend, Dale. Dale exercised most of his

limited vocabulary to threaten the smaller boy.

     "Listen you little shithead, you stay away from my..."  Dale's
face went blank as he locked gazes with Tommy.

     "Dale, you're thirsty, very, very thirsty. You need a really
big drink, don't you? Of course you do. Why only a drink from one
of the toilets will satisfy you. Go ahead, Dale, get a good, long
drink from one of the toilets in the bathroom and remember, I was
the one who made you do it. Get out of here."

  He smiled as he watched Dale charge around the corner and into
the boys' room.  Tommy thought for a moment in the empty hall,
trying to remember. Then he had it and hurried down to the art
wing. Throwing open the door he saw Melody holding a brush in one
hand studying the canvas in front of her.  He walked up to Melody
and grabbed her. She looked at him, mouth agape but again Tommy
avoided eye contact.

     "I will see you naked on your knees before me."  Before she
could react further, Tommy kissed her, using his tongue as Mom had
taught him.  Mr. Dean, the art teacher lifted Tommy off the floor,
breaking the kiss. As he was carried from the room he watched tears
roll down Melody's face and thought how much sexier they made her
look.

  He sat in the principal's office as his mother was called.  Mom
heard the principal's name and the suggestion Tommy had planted
clicked in. She arranged to meet and speak with Melody's parents at
Tommy's house.  Tommy was sent home. With Holly's help he prepared
the video recorder for the evening's festivities. He hid it so he
could record the fun in kitchen.  Just after five Mom got home. At
six Melody and her parents arrived. Mom led them into the kitchen.
Before they were even seated at the table, Melody's father began.

     "Do you have any idea what your son did?"  Melody's mother,
her face prematurely wrinkled with frown lines, placed a hand on
his shoulder, trying to calm him.  Holly stood waiting as Tommy's
mother suggested she take Melody upstairs to play so the adults
could talk freely and take care of Tommy. Melody's parents looked
relieved as their little girl left the room.

     "Well, Tommy?" his mother said sternly, "What do you have to
say for yourself?"  All eyes turned to Tommy. Smiling he saw
Melody's mother's and father's faces go blank.

     "I say Melody is a problem child. She is much older than she
seems. You know it's healthy for a girl her age to have a playmate
like me?"  The three adults at the table nodded.

     "It was just play. Melody is quite happy, and you know I think
if you leave her here it would do her a lot of good."  Again the
three nodded slowly.

     "Now, don't the two of you have to get home and make love. You
couldn't do it while Melody was around, could you?"  Melody's
parents nodded again.

     "Good. Why not go home," Tommy said, "and fuck on the front
lawn."  Quietly they got up and left.  Tommy smiled. He wanted to
take Melody without mind control the first time. He got up and
started toward Holly's room where Lisa had been waiting to surprise
Melody.  He got no further than the living room. The T.V. was on
and his Aunt Bambi, who he had forgotten about was sitting there,
the picture on the screen was the now empty table. He had left the
camera connected to the T.V.!  Frantically he moved to lock his
eyes with his unknown aunt.  But she was obviously warned and
closed her eyes, but to Tommy's amazement, she knelt before him.

     "WAIT! PLEASE, Tommy! MASTER!"  Tommy blinked.

     "Tommy, I am your aunt, and I want to be your slave."  Tommy
was too astounded to move.

     "Look, you remember your mother was so upset.  Have you asked
her why?"  Tommy glanced at his mother, then back at the woman
kneeling at his feet.

     "Mom? Why do you dislike Aunt Bambi so much?"  Tommy felt his
mother struggle but slowly she spoke.

     "Your father...our wedding night. Your aunt seduced him."
Tommy looked at Mom, shocked.

     "She seduced Dad?"  Mom nodded but Bambi spoke.

     "Tommy," she said, unzipping Tommy's pants, "I will let you
use your power on me, but I want to help you with these women."

     "Why?" Tommy asked as he watched her pull his pants and
underwear down.

     "I believe the natural state of womankind is kneeling before
a man, used for his pleasure, not hers, punished for the slightest
infraction and to make babies. I came here to seduce you, to show
my sister I could have you, too.

     "You need someone to help you, an adult...I will be your
headwoman, in exchange for making me your slave."  Tommy was
grinning as the woman before him began to undress slowly.

     "I, too, like women. That is why I became an OB/GYN, a woman's
doctor. You'll need my help if you want to make the young one
upstairs pregnant."

     "You know about that?" Tommy asked, fear again coloring his
face.  Bambi smiled and pointed to Tommy's tape collection on the
floor "I had all day. You have been a very busy man."

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                      Tommy Takes Charge...Parallel 5
                           Neighborly Behavior

Tommy awoke to Mom licking his cock.

Rolling over from his side to his back, he grabbed a handful of her
hair and shoved his cock into her mouth.

     "Suck it, Mom." Tommy ordered.

      "Hmmmm." she replied.

     Tommy looked at his mother kneeling beside the bed, at her
breasts, sagging forward ever so slightly. He reached over and
absent-mindedly fingered her nipple, which became hard to his
touch.

     "Mom, suck it harder!" Tommy ordered.

     The pressure was to much and he came deep in her mouth. He
grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock even deeper into her
throat. His mother gagged and swung her head back and forth, trying
to break free of Tommy's grasp. Disgusted, he let her go after she
swallowed.

     "Mom, why did you fight me?"

     "Tommy, I don't like it when you cum in my mouth. You make me
swallow your cum three or four times a day. You even make me lick
it out of the girls if you cum inside them. It's making me sick to
my stomach. It isn't healthy at all."

     "Mom, look into my eyes..." She looked but she seems to
struggle, to avoid his eyes.

     "From now on, my cum will taste like milk, and you'll swallow
it every time." Tommy looked deep into her eyes, she seemed to
enter a drugged stupor and replied, "I like to drink your milk."

     It was just past nine Saturday morning so Tommy was startled
by the phone ringing. He answered it himself, wondering who it
could be.

     "Hello?"

     "Hello? Tommy, is that you? This is Carol Barstow, I need to
ask you for a favor."

     Tommy's mind raced. Mrs. Barstow was the widow on the next
farm over. She always asked for him if there was some heavy lifting
needing to be done. He wanted to stay in bed and fuck his private
harem, but he was worried about raising suspicion.

     "What's up Mrs. Barstow?" Tommy asked.

     "I need your help bringing some stuff down from the attic for
my grandchildren. The twins are spending the weekend, you know."

     TWINS! Tommy's mind reeled; it was the ultimate male fantasy!

     "What's their names ?" Tommy asked, double checking their
gender.

     "Kelly and Erin. They're spending their 15th birthday with me.
Isn't that sweet ?" Mrs. Barstow said.

     "It'll be sweeter when they get the gift I've got for them,"
Tommy thought.

     "I'll be right over, Mrs. Barstow." Tommy said, trying not to
sound

     to eager.

     "Hmmm...How should the girls entertain themselves in my
absence?" Tommy thought.

the things I'm doing or the things your son will be doing to you."

     Tommy untied her from the bed and walked back to Michael.

     "From now on the only woman you'll want is your mom. You'll
think of her as your own private fuck toy. Any fantasy you ever had
with any other woman, you'll want to do to your mom. You enjoy
RAPING her, you enjoy treating your mom like your private whore.
You get turned on just looking at her huge tits. Now get started!"

     Michael's eyes glazed over, then he seemed to have the most
evil smile...

     "Mom, come here and get on your knees in front of me."

     Carol got up and walked over, her sagging breasts swaying to
and fro'. Her black skirt, which was hiked up around her waist,
fell about to it's natural place, hiding Tommy's sperm which
covered her cunt.

     "Michael, fight this! Don't make me do this!" Carol said.

     "I'm trying to fight him, but I can't control myself. I have
this incredible urge to do nothing but have sex with you.

     "Now, Mom, I want you to...to...to unzip my pants, pull out my
cock and play with it."

     Carol got on her knees and unzipped his pants to reveal her
son's cock. Tommy marveled at how big it was. Tommy was also turned
on by the fact that Carol didn't want to suck her son's cock, but
was soon going to. Her left hand felt his balls, her right started
rubbing up and down his shaft. Tears flowed down her face, her
breath came in short sobs.

     "Michael, don't please god, fight him, p...please help me..."
She begged, all the while stroking her son's long, straining cock.

     "Mom, open your mouth."

     Michael grabbed a double handful of hair as his mother
complied. Pumping his groin, he rammed his cock as deeply as he
could into her throat. Carol's protests were muffled by the expanse
of her son's dick. Tommy watched the mother and son go at it for a
moment or two and then turned his attention to the twins; Kelly and
Erin stood transfixed, eyes wide and mouths agape as the watched
their grandmother service their own father's cock.

     Soon a low moan escaped Michael and he relaxed his grip on his
mother. Carol spat cum onto the floor and rubbed her mouth with her
arm.

     "You bastard!" she growled at Tommy.

     "Uh-uh," Tommy said, wagging his finger at the older woman and
looking at Michael, "Michael, are you going to let her waste
perfectly good cum like that?"

     Michael blushed crimson but spoke forcefully to his mother,
"Mom, don't ever waste my cum. Lick it up from the floor. Lick it
up now!"

     Carol's face turned from her son's to Tommy's, looking for
sympathy which wasn't there, fighting the unbeatable urge. Placing
her hands on the floor she lowered her face to the carpet,
extending her tongue to retrieve her son's sperm. Michael, erect
again at the sight, stepped around her and lifted her skirt onto
her back.

     "Let's see how tight your ass is, Mother..." --


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                            Tommy Takes Charge 6
                                Mom in Heat

Tommy marveled at his aunt as she knelt before him, offering him
more than he had ever expected. She was shaped just right, so much
like Mom...  Tommy was young, but not to young to know that when
things look too good to be true they often are.

     "Bambi, look at me."  The woman looked into Tommy's eyes and
her own quickly glazed.

     "Tell me the truth. Are you trying to trick me?"

     "No, Master," she replied.  Tommy was surprised but tried not
to let it show.

     "Bambi, you will never betray me. You'll be my loyal slave,
but you can never tell on me, and you must always protect me."

     "I must always protect you."

     "And you'll always do as I say."

     "I will always do as you say."  He broke contact with her. She
blinked and smiled at him.

     "What about Mom?" he asked.  Bambi smiled.

     "Oh I have plans for her.... With your permission, of course."

     "Sure. What do you need from me?"

     "Keep her from struggling."  Tommy smiles and looked at his
mother.

     "Mom, you can't move. You are locked in place except as Bambi
wants you to move."  Mom stood stock still. She still wore the
black business suit that she had worn to work. Meeting with
Melody's parents meant she couldn't change as she normally would
have. Her hair was pulled up into a French braid on the top of her
head giving her a certain elegance.

  Tommy's eyes left his mother to watch Aunt Bambi remove her
clothes. The white cashmere sweater went over her head and a quick
zip left her skirt on the floor. Her tits were firmer, higher than
his mother's, the nipples reaching out for attention. As she
wiggled out of her thin pink panties Tommy noticed that she kept
her sex naked just like the other members of his harem. Watching
her show Tommy thought how great an addition Aunt Bambi would make.

After she had stripped Bambi walked up to his mother and squeezed
her breasts through the black business suit she wore. Mom's eyes
went wide.

     "Bambi, stop it!

     "Stop it right now!"  Rather than stop, Bambi gave her sister
a big, wet kiss and grabbed her cunt through the skirt and squeezed
it.

     "Tommy, stop her...please, Mmmaster..."  Mom's protests were
cut short as Bambi again mashed her mouth against her sister's
lips.  Bambi stepped back, slowly peeling the dark jacket off her
sister revealing a white silky blouse with a high collar. Tommy
could see the outline of the dark leather bra Lisa had bought. As
she now did every day she had worn it to work. Tommy smiled at her
erect nipples poking proudly through the holes in the bra. Suddenly
he wondered whether she had worn the suit coat all day to hide her
sexy underthings. He would have to do something about that.  While
Tommy thought, Bambi slowly unbuttoned the blouse and the pulled it
off his mother revealing the leather bra and locked collar that she
wore underneath it.  With a flick of her wrist Bambi let down her
sisters hair so that it flowed down around her shoulders.

     "Oh, Master, she looks wonderful," said Bambi, running her
fingers along the tight leather collar.  Tommy was going to tell
Aunt Bambi that she would get one soon, too, but his mother
interrupted.

     "Stop...please...stop..."  Bambi, ignoring the pleas, unzipped
Mom's skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing a pair of nylon
stockings that were held in place by a lacy black garter belt.
Tommy's mother wore no panties!

     "Bambi, don't you touch me! Stop it!"

     "Sister, dear, you are so sexy without any panties. I'll just
bet every one at your office wants to taste this."  With that Bambi
knelt, spreading Mom's knees with her hands and Mom's cunt lips
with her tongue. In a second she had found her sister's clit and a
ragged moan rose from Mom's throat.  Before Mom could get too
excited, Bambi stopped. A look of consternation crossed Mom's face,
then shame. Tommy found the second look extremely exciting. Just as
she started to protest again, Tommy had an idea.

     "Bambi, give me your panties."  His aunt retrieved them from
the floor and handed the damp cloth to Tommy. As Mom took a deep
breath to continue pleading, Tommy popped the panties in her mouth.
Her diatribe became muffled and then, as she realized the futility
of her pleas and orders, it died down.  Bambi smiled and then lay
Mom down on the floor. With a sneer she placed the sharp, stiletto
heel of one of her shoes on Mom's forehead. Tommy found the gesture
oddly exciting.

  Without further ado, Bambi grabbed an armload of video equipment
and left the house. Tommy had no idea what she was doing until the
monitor in the living room came to life showing a view of the large
mating stall in the barn. Bambi smiled and waved into the camera as
she moved about making some sort of preparations.  When Bambi
returned to the house she popped a fresh 8 hour tape into the
recorder and punched record. Lisa had bought the equipment from the
college studio. The camera could track and zoom remotely.  Bambi
helped Mom to her feet, openly copping a feel. She then led her out
the back door with Tommy in tow. Bambi bent Mom down on a padded
bench she had placed in the center of the stall.

     "Well, Sister dear," Bambi said saucily, "While I satisfy my
stallion in the house, you'll get to satisfy yours right here."
Mom began to scream into Bambi's panties but could not move. Tommy
watched, fascinated by this idea.  Bambi was thorough, tying Mom
tightly to the bench. She had been ordered not to move, but what
was coming might get a little rough. Hence her wrists were attached
to the legs of the bench in front of her and her legs spread and
tied to the back legs. Mom was secured to the bench on her belly.
Bambi knelt between her sister's legs and began to poke and prod.

     "What are you doing?"

     "Examining her."  Bambi took an instrument that they used in
mares, a kind of periscope and inserted it into Mom. She peered in
with a light.

     "Has your mother been feeling sick in the mornings?"

     "Yes. Is she going to be all right?"

     "Fine, she is just pregnant.

     "Has she had any dates in the last month or so?"

     "Only with me," Tommy stated, grinning widely at the news.

     "Then you're going to be a daddy, Master."  Mom had been
struggling throughout the examination, straining to move away from
her sister. When she heard the news she collapsed against the
bench. When she saw which cupboard Bambi was opening she willed
herself to struggle again.  Tommy looked at the can in Bambi's
hand. The label read "Mare In Heat". It was used for milking
stallions for artificial insemination. The spray smelled like a
mare in heat and Blackie couldn't tell the difference. With a
smile, Bambi presented the can to Tommy.  The stuff was strong.
Tommy knew you always used the same shirt when you sprayed it
because even after 10 washings, the stallion would get aroused if
it came anywhere near the shirt.  Tommy began to spray a heavy
coating on his mother's pussy and ass. As soon as he had begun
spraying he heard Blackie's interest as the young stallion pranced
in his stall.  Tommy pulled the panties out of her mouth and
smiled.  Mom's voice quivered.

     "Please, Tommy, don't do this, don't mate me with Blackie."

     "Sorry, Mom, but the poor thing deserves to have fun too."
Tommy crouched down to look in his mother's eyes.

     "Mom, do you want to mate with Blackie?"

     "No," came the monotone reply

     "Good. Why not?"

     "He's an animal...he's dirty."  Bambi leaned down, whispering
into Tommy's ear. The smile on Tommy's face grew as he embraced his
aunt's suggestion.

     "Mom, every time you do it with Blackie, you will feel dirty,
but it will feel good, you'll keep thinking of how good the animal
feels, and how nice it feels to be his slave, how much it turns you
on to be fucked by him. But you'll remember how dirty it is to mate
with an animal...right?"  Mom nodded.

  As Tommy reached to put the can back in the cupboard his aunt
took it from him, spraying an additional strong dose around Mom's
mouth. Tommy opened both ends of the mating stall so Blackie could
mount what he wanted to, released the stallion's stall and got out
of the way.  Bambi and Tommy ran back to the house. Looking at the
T.V., Tommy saw Blackie behind Mom with his muzzle buried between
her legs. Tommy swung the camera and zoomed up and got a good shot
of Blackie's large equine tongue pressing into Mom's open cunt. Mom
moaned and pleaded.

     "Blackie, no...Gods, Blackie, stop!"  Smiling, Tommy turned up
the volume.  Time to start playing with Melody's mind.  Tommy lead
Bambi upstairs where they found Lisa, Holly, and their new
playmate, Melody. Melody had a dildo gag tightly strapped to her
head and her jeans had been removed. She wore a pink bodysuit with
snaps at the crotch over lighter pink cotton panties. Tommy's mind
pictured the pussy which awaited him under the double layer of
cloth.  Melody was tied to a large wooden cross, her arms spread
wide, and her legs tied together, a mixture of fear and pleasure
were in her eyes as Holly, totally nude and on Lisa's leash, knelt
and licked Melody's nipples thru her leotard.  Lisa was gently
rubbing circles around Melody's cloth covered crotch.  Tommy
approached, grinning. Melody's eyes locked on his and Tommy
murmured.

     "Being tied up excites you. You love the feeling of the ropes,
the restraint. Your feelings toward sex are unchanged."  Tommy
broke contact and continued.

     "Melody, I told you you would wear my leash and make you my
bitch. You're going to mother my children, too."  His three girls
brought Melody's cross downstairs while Tommy sat to watch the T.V.

Tommy used the controls to widen the angle. He could see Blackie
now, his black shimmering body trembled as he licked at the unusual
mare in front of him.  He had dropped from his sheath now and his
thick cock hung shiny wet between his hind legs, his tail swishing
nervously.  Tommy moved to pan the camera over Blackie, First
getting a close up of his shiny but scuffed brown hooves, then his
thick neck, swollen with the scent they had put on Mom, and then
finally over his rump, following his black length from base to
flair.

  Tommy noticed the horse didn't have a head like he did, instead
it had a bell shaped flare, like the opening of a trumpet.  Mom by
now was moaning and trying to guide Blackie's length into her but
still have begging Blackie not to mount her. As if on cue, the
stallion reared up and gripped his mother by her hips, pulling her
back.  Tommy quickly zoomed in.  Bambi kissed and sucked his feet
as he watched Blackie's flair disappear into his mother.  Slowly
the stallion was having his way with Mom. The thick equine cock
spread Mom's lips as it drove deeper and Tommy zoomed the scene
until Blackie's sheath touched and seemed to seal to his mother's
pussy lips. Tommy sat back panting. Melody stared, her eyes wide
with horror and Holly's jaw was slack.

     "Don't worry, you mares will get your turn!"  Grinning, Tommy
zoomed the camera out. Blackie had begun to thrust, holding Mom
firmly with his forelegs the stallion leaned out over Mom's back
and molded his flanks to Mom's hips. Tommy could not make out
whether the grunts were coming more from Mom or the stallion.
Blackie leaned hard and Tommy saw the soft belly gently press down
on Mom's back. Blackie arched his neck and began to nip at the back
of Mom's neck, and white foam began to appear as the he worked up
a sweat.

  Tommy watched in fascination as Blackie kept thrusting and
bucking into the helpless woman.  Blackie paused to spread his own
hind hooves farther and then began to thrust much more evenly.
Tommy zoomed in feeling the stallion was near climax and managed to
get the thick equine length pulsing rhythmically while still deeply
embedded in his mother. The horse stood there, almost frozen,
grunting in obvious pleasure.  Then after the last of the pulsing
subsided, the stallion dismounted his mother and pranced to the
side to eat some hay and recover.  Tommy muted the sound and handed
the remote to Lisa.

     "Stallions like to do it a lot. Let me know when he is ready
to go again."  Tommy turned his attention to Melody.

     "You have waited long enough my little ewe."  Tommy leaned
over and gently kissed Melody's sex thru her leotard. His fingers
unsnapped the crotch and he watched the fabric retract.  Melody's
eyes were wide, desperate.  Bambi began shredding the leotard so
Tommy could run his hands all over Melody's body, down her sides
and across her budding tits.  Bambi smiled, saying, "A few shots
and I can give her tits as big as mine, Master."  Tommy considered
for a moment before answering.

     "No, I like them just fine this way. I want to videotape their
development."  Melody moved her lips as if to speak, but no sound
came out around her gag. Bambi's hand went under the waistband of
Melody's panties.

     "Do not destroy her panties. I WANT them."  He smiled down at
Melody's naked pussy.  It had not even started to grow any fur yet

     "Know what a virgin is?" he asked.  Melody soberly nodded.

     "You won't be one much longer."  Tommy was aroused from
watching Mom with Blackie and his turn as stallion.   He gently
touched Melody's sex. She jerked at her bonds but they held fast
Tommy grinned and parted the sex. He didn't know why but he just
loved looking at that part of women.

     "Do you believe I could hurt you?" Tommy asked  Melody nodded.

     "Nicker for me."  Melody turned bright red, but paused only
moment before nickering quietly in her throat.

     "Know what sex is?"  Melody shook her head no.

     "You saw what Blackie did to my Mom?"  Melody nodded,
swallowing hard.

     "That's sex and with me it will make you have a baby."  Melody
began to cry and Tommy licked at the tears.

     "Oh, you're going to LIKE it."  Kissing her eyes he pressed
the tip of his cock to the top her soft opening. Melody winced,
trying to pull away.

     "I'll give you your choice, you can do me first or a ram.
Which will it be? You want the ram?"  Melody shook her head no.
Tommy grinned beginning to work himself into the small girl.

     "Whinny, mare."  Melody at the floor, embarrassed and nickered
again in her throat.  Tommy took her slowly. She was tight, a year
younger then himself and he had to push and then wait, playing with
her body, licking her lips around the gag. He encountered her
virginity and stretched it slowly, calming Melody as it ripped and
he felt a little warm blood drip down her leg. Finally his belly
met hers, he was in to his root, and he began to thrust as he had
watched Blackie do.

     "You had best answer me, mare, if you don't want to end up
taking Mom's spot."  Then Tommy thrust again and Melody again
nickered in response to his bestial grunt. Tommy thrust again,
standing on his toes and noticed Melody pointing her toes.

     "Getting to like it, mare?"  Bambi slowly pressed her face up
behind Tommy, licking his balls, her tongue sometimes caressing one
or the other of Melody's pussy lips as Tommy thrust in and out.
Melody's equine nickers were getting louder and Tommy pressed deep
in. He watched Melody begin to squirm, her body twisting like a
stoat impaled on him.  Then she suddenly tensed. Tommy felt her
internal muscles clutch on his cock and he had to really work to
thrust deeper. Melody's nicker went to a high squeal and her eyes
went wide.

  Then Tommy felt himself clench. The pleasant sensation of his
muscles rhythmically pulsing in the young girl, he could feel his
semen pressing and sticking to the walls around his cock as he
filled the young girl.  Melody sagged in her bonds. Tommy smiled;
they had both had a good workout.

     "Put something in her so my stuff won't leak out," he
commanded as he withdrew.  He was vaguely aware of Bambi selecting
a belt and vibrator and fitting Melody with it as Lisa called to
him. Blackie's face was in his mother's, nudging and licking.

     "Time for round two."

     "Take her off the cross and bring her here. I think Blackie
has a good idea."  Melody was taken down. The vibrator in her mound
secure and buzzing softly, she was in a daze. Tommy was in no mood
for games and simply looked at Melody and said, "Suck!"  On the
T.V. Blackie began to move over Mom, as he felt Melody's mouth suck
him in.  The black stallion flicked his tail and reared. It was
surprising how gently his forelegs gripped Mom's head. Blackie
again dropped from his sheath and began thrusting at Mom's face.

     "No, Blackie. Down boy! Do...."  Blackie's flair disappeared
between Mom's lips.  Tommy checked to be sure the tape was still
running and zoomed in. The stallion pushed his entire length into
his mother's mouth, her protest cut off as a bulge appeared in her
throat.

     "Tommy," Holly whispered as he pushed Melody's face more
firmly into his own crotch, "what if Blackie, has to...relieve
himself?"

     "What indeed!"  Blackie's sheath now pressed tightly to Mom's
lips, his large black balls gently swinging to bump her chin and
throat. Tommy swung the camera around so he could see his mother
from directly behind the horse and then in profile. Blackie had his
tail hiked and was working up another sweat. He pumped his cock
into the woman's throat as his hooves pranced nervously. Tommy felt
himself nearing a climax as Melody suckled her juices from his
cock.  Tommy climaxed with Blackie.

 On the tape Tommy could see Mom swallowing in time to the
pulsations of the horse's cock. She could not swallow fast enough
and semen bubbled around the cock and dripped from Mom's lips.
Melody could not swallow fast enough either, and a white dribble
ran down her chin. Looking back to Mom, Tommy saw her tongue sweep
across her chin after Blackie withdrew, seeking to get that last
drop.quite stiff.  Melody was re-gagged and laid down.  Tommy left
the machine on record and turned off the T.V.  Bambi looked
quizzically at Tommy.

     "Aren't you going to release your mother?"  No, she can keep
her stallion happy all night; you have a stallion of your own to
take care of, remember?"  Picking up Melody's panties, his trophy,
he led Aunt Bambi to his bedroom. He smiled as he heard a faint
whinny from the barn.  Blackie seemed to be ready again.


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                        Tommy Takes Charge 7
                        Executive Decisions

Tommy walked into the master bedroom, his bedroom, now, and lay in
the center of the large down comforter; Lisa had taken care of her
chores and the bed was made. Letting out a sigh of contentment he
watched his newest acquisition walk to the foot of the bed, her
eyes downcast. Aunt Bambi stood naked, the nipples topping her
large breasts erect at the thought of riding the young stallion on
the bed. She spread her legs shoulder width apart exposing her
naked mound and pussy lips to Tommy's hungry gaze and crossed her
arms behind her back and awaited her master's command.  Though
little time had passed since he had begun Melody's training, his
cock began to stir as he looked at her lush, older body so like his
mother's and yet so fresh and unexplored. Her dark hair fell to her
shoulders and thick dark lashes shielded her eyes from his gaze,
but Tommy knew from staring into them, from molding Bambi's will to
his own, that they were deep and brown. Thinking of eyes, Tommy
pictured his mother, strapped down on all fours, looking up at him
as Blackie, their pony, mounted her. This had been a busy, busy
day.

     "Bambi, you made love to my father and swore you'd return and
have your sister's son, too?"  Bambi's eyes rose to look at Tommy
as she answered, "Yes."

     "And now your sister's son has you, right?"

     "Yes."

     "Tell me, Bambi, what are your plans? Not now, for tonight,
but in general. Where is your proper place?"

     "Master, it is my place and that of every woman at the feet of
a strong, severe man. I hope to train well, to serve you as you
desire. I am also a doctor, one specializing in helping women
fulfill their other great goal, to have babies. I will help you
with your women, serving, in exchange for your mastery of me, as
your overseer, your headwoman.

     "I knew your mother hated me and thought it would take time to
get close to you, to make love to you as I did your father. I
arranged a temporary posting to the University Hospital obstetrics
unit and took an apartment in the city. I will, with your
permission, move in here, now that I know what is going on."  As
she finished her answer, Bambi knelt at the foot of the bed.
Leaning forward her mouth just reached Tommy's bare boyish feet.

     "I've been thinking, Bambi, that with your help I could get
some things done around here. Melody needs to be adopted and you're
easier to direct than Mom; perhaps you could be her mother. We also
need some more barn space. I think we need to..."  Tommy's voice
trailed off into a soft moan as Bambi's red lips encircled his big
toe. The warm wetness of her tongue and the gentle pressure of her
sucking on the toe caused his cock to dance. Bambi rose up a
fraction, opening her mouth even wider, and took all five of his
toes into her mouth. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin on his
soles and he shuddered. The air was cool on the trails of saliva
she left behind, but her tongue and lips seemed touched with fire,
a fire Tommy felt whenever his aunt touched him.  Bambi disengaged,
rocking back on her knees to take a look at her new master. His
cock was rigid and though only five inches in length, certainly
large enough for any twelve-year old; given what she knew of his
father, Bambi felt sure it would grow with age.

     "Bambi, do you work out?"

     "Yes, Master."  Bambi could feel Tommy's eyes burning into her
full tits. Though she was well-endowed like her sister, no children
and a strenuous regime of exercise had kept her body from revealing
her three and a half decades of life.

     "I think you should start working with the other girls; you
should all get in shape for me."

     "Yes, Master. I'll get started tomorrow.

     "And Master, I know a local attorney who could handle the
adoption. She is smart, slim, and believes many of the things I
believe. I'm sure she could find us a sympathetic judge; perhaps
even a beautiful, cooperative judge."  Before Tommy could answer,
Lisa's voice could be heard from the living room, "That's it,
Holly, lick it...lick it...lick it right there...right...." The
words were then lost in high-pitched moans of pleasure. Tommy and
Bambi looked at each other and smiled.  Bambi crawled over the edge
of the bed, spreading Tommy's legs. Lisa's climax continued as
Bambi's tongue snaked out, caressing Tommy's balls. Lisa's moans
faded as Tommy's began. Bambi licked first one nut, then the other.
She opened her mouth, sucking his entire sac into her mouth. Again
the gentle pressure and warm wetness of her mouth turned the boy
on. Tommy closed his eyes as his fingers knotted in Bambi's hair,
urging her on.  Releasing his nuts, Bambi licked up and down her
master's shaft. A drop of pre-cum on the tip formed a sticky strand
from his cock to her tongue, a drooping, glistening thread
connecting her to his manhood. She smiled at the image as she
opened her mouth wide again and engulfed Tommy's cock. Experience
guided her tongue around the head, surprising Tommy. None of his
other girls was this good; something else for Bambi to teach them.
Such thoughts of other times, other places were driven from Tommy's
head as he watched his aunt rise up onto the bed and straddle him.
With infinite slowness she lowered her excited, bald cunt onto his
cock. Tommy felt the urge to thrust, to drive his cock into the wet
velvet glove of her cunt but he resisted. This was something new,
something he had not even considered: Let the woman do all of the
work.  Bambi started her ride slowly, building speed as Tommy
watched. Her hands began to stroke his chest, a pinch of his small
nipples drawing a gasp from him. It had hurt, but along with
watching his aunt's belly undulate as she impaled herself on him it
excited him. It excited him even more to think of Mom's
frustration, first at having Bambi take her husband and now at
having her take her son. Aunt Bambi's experience brought Tommy to
the edge very quickly and kept him there for a very long time. It
was well past midnight when Tommy finally spent himself and rolled
over into a deep, dreamless sleep.  - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -
+ - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + - + -  The sun streamed
in through the crack at the edge of the blinds, bringing Tommy
awake. He sat upright and looked around, blinking in confusion.
Then he saw Bambi curled up on the floor at the foot of his bed and
he relaxed. Stretching he smiled at the shine of his dried seed on
his aunt's thighs. That sight made him think of his mother, still
bound in the barn with an unstabled stallion. "She'll keep," he
thought, climbing out of bed.  A look at the monitor when he
entered the front room showed that he was right. His mother seemed
to be sleeping on her padded bench while Blackie chewed contentedly
at his feed. Tommy would have sworn the horse was smiling as he
popped the almost exhausted videotape out of the machine, replacing
it with a fresh one. Grabbing a marker he scrawled "Mom & Blackie
#1" and the day's date. Piling the tape on his growing collection,
Tommy went to the porch for the paper.  Tommy returned to the entry
hall, glancing at the headlines of the paper, looking away, and
then looking back, reading them with a smile. Before he could do
more he heard Lisa on the stairs. Looking up he could see she wore
nothing but her collar and led his sister, Holly, by a leash
attached to hers. Holly, too, wore nothing but a collar and held a
leash. Her leash went to Melody's collar; Melody's face was
partially hidden by the leather straps of of a cock shaped gag
which filled her mouth, and her crotch was covered by a tight
fitting pair of leather "panties" which held a pair of buzzing
vibrators in her two nether orifices. Melody's arms were tied
cruelly behind her back and tears ran down her young cheeks with
each tortuous step down the stairs.

     "Good morning, girls," Tommy said cheerily.  Lisa and Holly
smiled at Tommy. Melody struggled to take another step without
falling.

     "I heard you three having fun last night."  Lisa and Holly
both blushed, the red rising from the middle of their chests,
spreading across the tops of their naked breasts, up under their
dark leather collars and across their faces. Tommy pointed and Lisa
spread her hairless cunt lips for him to see how slick they still
were. Tommy smiled and led the three into the kitchen.  Tommy
quickly doled out three helpings of dog food, placing the dishes on
the kitchen floor. Without hesitation Lisa and Holly dropped and
crawled to their breakfasts. Tommy stood and watched as their asses
wiggled and he could see their naked lips pressed between their
thighs. As they bent forward to eat he could see the tight,
inviting pucker of their assholes.  Tommy's gaze traveled across
the room to Melody. She just stared at the two girls on the floor.
Crossing to her, Tommy smiled, unbuckling and removing the invasive
gag from her mouth. She swallowed hard several times, seeming to
test the hinge of her jaw. Then she turned her face to Tommy, fire
dancing in her eyes.

     "You're going to go to jail for this, Tommy! Where are my
parents? What did you do with them?"  Tommy reached for the paper
he had laid on the counter and held it up for Melody to see. A
picture of Melody's mom and dad, draped in blankets being led to
police cars dominated the space above the fold. Melody's mind
slowly came back into focus enough that she could read the banner
headline: Couple Found in Gross, Indecent Act.

     "What did you do to them?" Melody asked, her voice rising to
a panicked pitch, her breasts dancing with her rage.

     "It's now what I did, it is what I could do," Tommy answered,
his voice frighteningly flat.  Melody paused, tearing her eyes from
the paper and looking at Tommy.

     "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

     "You've seen what I can do with people, when I put my mind to
it. What if your parents were to be locked up and some one were to
throw away the key?"

     "No!"

     "Yes, my dear, I could make it happen. I WILL make it happen
unless you and I come to an understanding.

     "You're parents are obviously unfit; anyone can see that. My
aunt is going to adopt you and you'll live here with us. You'll go
along with it being my personal pet, taking care of my needs and
bearing my babies. In exchange I'll make sure your parents go to
very nice funny farms and receive only the best care."

     "You can't mean that, Tommy," Melody bawled, "I'm only eleven
and I don't want to...I can't believe..."

     "Believe," Tommy interrupted, "Believe that your mom will have
a real good time when she ends up in an all-male cell by
'mistake'."  A look of shock filled Melody's face, replacing the
teary pleading. She really could not believe that Tommy would so
such a thing, that such a thing could happen to her mother. Yet she
had seen what Tommy could do.  Tommy let her stew, turning from her
to prepare himself a bowl of Captain Crunch. After a couple of
noisy mouthfuls he turned to Melody again.

     "Your decision?"  Melody's face dropped toward the ground.
Tommy could barely hear her when she asked, "Tommy, may I use my
arms while I eat?"  Tommy quickly untied her and watched happily as
she dropped to her knees and crawled across the floor to join the
other girls for breakfast. Tommy heard quiet clapping from the
doorway and looked up to see his naked aunt standing there.

     "You handled that very well, Master."

     "Thank you. I will want to see that lawyer as soon as
possible, and see if she can bring a female judge, too. I want to
take care of those legal matters.

     "Are you hungry?"  Bambi smiled, dropping to her knees and
crawling to Tommy. He laughed as he prepared another bowl and
placed it on the floor in front of her.  The four girls finished
eating, licking their bowls clean, just about the time Tommy
finished his second bowl of cereal. Bambi sat back on her heels
when she was done and looked at Tommy.

     "Shouldn't we release your mother, Tommy? Blackie may or may
not be sated and another go with a cock like his..."

     "It's okay, Bambi. She won't mind. I need you to check
yourself and the other girls. I need to know if they are pregnant."

Bambi nodded and rose to comply. After poking, prodding and
examining each of them she reported to Tommy.

     "Holly is pregnant but Lisa and Melody aren't. Lisa is almost
at her peak, so you should be able to impregnate her sometime this
week. I would guess that you will have some trouble with Melody
since she is so young. I could help that along with shots I told
you about. I could use similar hormones on myself, too."

     "Damn, I really wanted a picture of all of you heavy with my
children. What shots were those again?"  Bambi went into her
doctor's bag and pulled out a small vial. "This is a hormone which
regulates ovulation. If I give it to Melody now she will be ready
by tonight, as will Lisa naturally. I can use it, but you'll want
to keep your sperm count high; as they say, three on a match is bad
luck."

     "Okay, do it."  Bambi drew a syringe full of the thick,
yellowish liquid. Melody had been listening and tried to crawl away
from the glistening needle. Holly's hand on her leash stopped her

and Tommy's painfully tight grip on her arm brought her to her
feet.

     "No, Tommy, don't let her do this. Tommy, don't...."  Tommy
bent Melody over a kitchen chair, her ass pointed right at Bambi.
With a practiced stab she pumped the hormone into the girl's rump.
As Melody rubbed the sore spot Bambi leaned close, whispering,
"It'll help your tits grow some, too."  Tommy picked up the ankle
cuff chained to the stove, snapping it around Melody's leg before
she rose from the chair. He grabbed a handful of her hair and
turned her eyes to look into his. The familiar dreamy expression
came over her face.

     "Melody, you ran away from me. That is bad. You must not run.
You must be punished. Today you must clean the kitchen floor...with
your tongue. Make sure you don't miss any spots."  Tommy broke
contact and smiled as Melody crawled into the corner and began her
task.

     "Lisa, Holly, get dressed. I have some errands for the two of
you to run while I am at school. Bambi, put something on; we need
to go check on Mom."  Tommy opened the door to the barn and was
greeted by a sharp, primeval smell, the smell of his mother's sex
mixed with that of Blackie's semen. Mom was still limp on the
bench, her body covered in a sticky layer of mingled sweat. Running
down the back end of the bench and into a pool on the floor was a
vast quantity of Blackie's sperm where it had leaked out of Mom's
pussy.  Bambi stepped forward to release her sister but Tommy's
raised hand stopped her. The boy crossed the barn to Blackie,
patting him on his lathered neck.

     "That's a good fella. Good fella. Did she satisfy you? Do you
need another go?"  Mom stirred, dazedly on the bench as Tommy took
a closer look at Blackie. He was tired, but his hooves began to
dance and his nostrils to flare as Tommy led him closer to his
captive mother. Tommy brought Blackie's muzzle down to his mother's
face. His mother turned her head toward them as Blackie's sensitive
nose caught the scent remaining around Mom's lips.

     "Tommy, what...Glubb!"  Mom's tired complaint was cut off by
Blackie's large equine tongue.

     "Lub stobull! Gule...."  Tommy grabbed a handful of his
mother's hair, jerking her head back. Her jaw opened and Blackie's
tongue probed deeper into Mom's gaping mouth. When he was satisfied
that Blackie could make it for another go, Tommy lead the stallion
around to his mother's rear and urged the pony on.

     "Come on, fella, mount up."  Blackie obeyed, his fore-hooves
wrapping around her waist like a lover's embrace. As the horse
climbed atop the bound woman, Tommy guided his engorged cock toward
his mother's anus.

     "Tommy! What are you...Huh!" Mom shouted as she felt the
intrusion into her nether region.  Blackie felt his cock enter a
warm, tight opening and leaned into his work. Tommy dodged to the
side and watched as the pony sank his long, black shaft into his
mother's ass. As Blackie found his rhythm, Tommy watched his
mother's face. Her eyes grew wide as the thrusts grew harder, hard
enough to push the heavy bench across the barn floor.  Blackie's
sweat flew as the animal thrust into Tommy's mother. Her ass had
finally loosened enough that thrusts didn't hurt, but her eyes
remained wide, surprised with each thrust at how full her ass was
with a cock. Blackie suddenly spread his hind hooves, digging in
for the final stretch. Then he arched his neck and let loose a long
nicker. The horse dismounted, spent, and another load of gluey
semen began to leak from Mom's asshole.  Tommy approached his
mother as Bambi bent to release her. Lifting her head by the chin,
Tommy caught Mom's eye.

     "Mom, wasn't Blackie special? I want you to remember how
strong he was, especially if you feel any soreness while you're at
work. I want you to remember how good he was and how grateful you
are to him for showing you how a mare feels. You'll remember how
good he felt."

     "I'll remember how good he felt."

     "I also want you to remember how it felt to be pregnant.
Remember when you were carrying me? Remember how good you felt,
what do they call it, the 'glow' you had? I want you to think about
that, about the good feelings you had when you were pregnant. I
want you to think about that whenever you have a free moment. About
how good it felt to be pregnant.

     "You would want to share that sort of happiness, right? Share
the glow of being pregnant with your daughter, with Lisa, with your
'niece', Melody. I want you to think about sharing the good
feeling, about all of you being pregnant at the same time."

     "All of us pregnant."  Mom was tired; a night with a stallion
seemed to have drained her of her constant desire to avoid
pregnancy, to try and talk Tommy out of his dream. Tommy smiled as
Bambi finished with the last of the knots.

     "Mom, Blackie is tired, but I think you should thank him for
how good he made you feel, don't you? You should probably clean him
up, at least his stallion cock. You'd trust one of the girls to
brush him down, but you should really clean his cock yourself, with
your mouth. Lick him clean."

     "Lick Blackie clean."  Tommy broke contact and his mother
slowly rose from the bench. As she crossed to the pony she glanced
nervously at Tommy, blushing.

     "Tommy, this is not the sort of thing a mother wants to do in
front of her son. Why don't you go inside..."  Tommy stood his
ground, pointedly watching his mother. Hanging her head in defeat
she turned back to the horse.

     "Blackie, I need to thank you for last night."  With that she
dropped to her knees and slide under the horse. Blackie nickered in
pleasure as Mom licked his genitals, her tongue disappearing time
and again into the animal's penile sheath. With an effort she got
the animal's entire length into her mouth, pulling back when his
cock was squeaky clean.  Before he would let her leave the barn,
Tommy led his mother behind the stallion, lifting the horses tail
out of the way and pressing her face between his large cheeks. To
Tommy's surprise, his mother stiffened her tongue and French kissed
the horse's anus. Tommy smiled, satisfied that his mother had done
her job and led her and Bambi back to the house.  While Mom and
Bambi showered, together, of course, Tommy spoke to Lisa and Holly.

     "Holly, call building contractors. We're going to need more
barn space. Also look in the classifieds and see if you can find
any cattle for sale. Call and ask about them; we don't need any
steers, just bulls and cows, but not that many.

     "Lisa, in my bedroom next to the bed is a pile of panties;
panties from all of you girls. You know what I want, right?"  Lisa
nodded, blushing above her pretty white blouse. Tommy reached
forward, undoing one more button so her cleavage would be obvious
to anyone she met.

     "I also want you to get some more collars; we'll be adding
some women to our...herd."  Bambi and Mom emerged, both dressed
stylishly, Mom in a black business suit, white blouse, knee-length
skirt, dark stockings and high heels. Tommy smiled, knowing she
wore no panties. Bambi wore a silk blouse just a touch too small
for her bust. Every time she moved Tommy could see the outline of
her lacy plunging-neckline bra through the cream-colored material.
A burgundy skirt, slit up the back with matching pumps and tan
stockings completed her ensemble. Again Tommy knew she wore no
panties.  Pointing at his aunt, Tommy said simply, "Lawyer and
judge tonight, right?"  Bambi nodded. Going to the table, Tommy
scooped his mother's secret home videos into his backpack.
Approaching her he patted her on the stomach where the first of his
children was growing.

     "Mom, meet me after school. We're going to get you girls a new
job which will pay me for keeping you at home, in the kitchen and
pregnant."  Tommy heard the horn and ran for the door, glancing in
at Melody hard at work on her penance. Running down the path toward
the bus, video cassettes bouncing on his back, Tommy considered. It
seemed like it was time to share his good fortune; it was time to
let Paul in on the secret.

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  Msg#: 8805                                         Date: 21 Dec 94  13:01
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I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !



                       Tommy Takes Charge 8
                          Tommy Goes to Market


Tommy sent his mother off to work and went to school feeling great.
His
harem was up to five now, 3 of which were pregnant! How much more
fun could
a 12 year old have? The first thing he did when he arrived at
school was
to find Paul.

"Paul, I know we gotta go to school, to keep up appearances, but
today I
want to take the day off. What do you say?"

Paul smiled, confused, "Tommy, what ARE you talking about? You
think
they're just going to let us walk out of here?"

"As a mater of fact, they are."

Paul shook his head but followed his friend into the attendance
office.
Mrs. Clark, looking older and more wrinkled than ever, smiled over
her
morning attendance records.

"Good morning, Tommy, How are your mother and sister today?"

Tommy smiled back, "Good morning, Mrs. Clark. Mom and Holly are
both
pregnant."

Mrs. Clark's mouth opened in surprise, remaining slack as her eyes
met
Tommy's.

"Tommy?" Paul asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing," Tommy replied, "she's just in my power. Watch.  Mrs
Clark,
you're in your doctor's office and Paul here is your doctor. He
needs to
examine your smelly, old pussy."

The old lady rolled her chair back. As Paul watched, his mouth
open,
Mrs. Clark pulled up her dark skirt and dropped her panties down to
her
ankles. Smiling at Paul, Tommy said, "Go ahead, 'Doctor' Paul."

Paul stared at the furry beaver Mrs. Clark displayed. She was
obviously
quite old as her lips sagged thinly between her legs.

"Tommy,...How...?"

"I don't know.

"I noticed that my eyes glow when I look at them in the mirror and
ever
since I can, like, hypnotize people and command them. Quit trying
to look
at them; if you look at them you'll go all slack like she did.

Paul wasn't sure what to say but he looked away, his gaze falling
again on
the adult pussy in front of him.

"Can I touch her?"

"Sure, if you _want_ to. If you come with me I can get you
something
better, a virgin, any one you want.

Paul nodded, unable to take his gaze from the snatch in front of
him. Tommy
moved to seal Mrs. Clark's fate.

"Mrs. Clark, you'll not gossip or tell anyone about Holly or Mom.
It
will seem completely reasonable, in fact they DESERVE to be
pregnant. You
have a bull on your farm, don't you, Mrs. Clark?"

Mrs Clark nodded, smiling, "Yes, Tommy."

"Good. You have been looking at that bull for some time. It has
been SO
long since you have had any sex, whenever you see or think of that
bull,
you'll remember the BEST sex you have ever had, and when you
remember,
you'll remember that it was just like those bulls...in fact you
will wonder
if in fact you haven't made love to the bulls your whole life..."

Mrs. Clark nodded, her eyes glazed.

"Made love to the bulls..."

Tommy glanced over at Paul's tented trousers and smiled.

"Good, Mrs. Clark. You'll also make sure we are marked present
unless I
call you and tell you otherwise."

Mrs. Clark nodded and smiled, "Of course, Tommy."

Tommy kept Mrs. Clark's gaze as he opened her top desk drawer.
Everyone in
school knew she kept the pictures of her prize bulls there: Her
standing
with trophies at the county fair, a large hunk of bull flesh behind
her;
long shots of her pastures with the bull and his herd on the grassy
hills;
and one Tommy had never seen before, the largest of Mrs. Clark's
bulls
mounting one of her cows. Tommy broke his contact as he stared at
the
picture. Maybe he hadn't been wrong about Mrs. Clark's state of
mind.

Mrs. Clark saw Tommy looking at her "secret" picture and started to
protest, but then noticed the bull, her bull, and started breathing
heavily. Tommy and Paul slipped from the room before Mrs. Clark
could even
ask why her skirt was up and her panties down. As a moan came
through the
closed door, it was obvious that she did not care.

Tommy and Paul laughed as they walked out of the building, heading
toward
Dr. Bambi's Woman's Clinic.

After their joking ended, Paul became very quiet for a while. Then
he
turned to his friend and asked, "Tommy, you let your mother and
sister get
pregnant?"

"'LET' them get pregnant? Paul, I MADE them pregnant. Tonight I
will do the
same to Lisa and Melody."

"Lisa?" Paul gasped, "You are going to get in Lisa's pants?"

"She was my first," Tommy grinned at the adoration in his friend's
face.

"No way! You mean it? And Melody, the gymnast? Didn't her parents
go
crazy...Tommy, did you do that?"

Tommy smiled and nodded.

"Today we're adopting Melody."

"Tommy, HOW did YOU make them pregnant?"

"My Aunt Bambi will show you anything you want to know when we get
there."

Paul walked quickly along, his face strained with concentration as
he tried
to grasp what his best friend was telling him. As they entered the
professional building housing Bambi's practice, Paul stared at a
pregnant
woman walking out.

In the hush of the lobby he whispered to Tommy, "What does your
mother
think of all this?"

Tommy approached the elevators and pushed the button as he
answered, "She
doesn't like it, thinks it is wrong. She thinks too much; maybe
tonight
I'll turn her brain off, make her a pet, a farm animal like
Blackie.

"Paul, women are just toys. A lot of fun to use, but you don't need
to
worry about their feelings or what they are thinking."

Paul was growing excited as the elevator carried them upwards.

"Yeah, sure, but your own mother and sister?"

"_Especially_ my mother and sister, Paul. They ran my life, always
telling
me what to do. And you want them to be human again?"

"No, I guess not, Tommy."

The doors opened and the two boys crossed the hall and entered the
Woman's
Clinic. The waiting room was full: A red-head with an extremely
full belly
sat in the corner, an older woman in a business suit sat with her
budding
daughter, a blonde just starting to show holding the arm of her
husband,
and two twenty-ish black women. Silence fell as the couple stopped
talking
and the black women looked up from the out dated magazines they
were
reading.

"Tommy?" the nurse in the window, a young brunette with a dazzling
smile
asked. When Tommy nodded and stepped forward the waiting room
returned to
normal.

"She is expecting you," the nurse continued, standing and opening
the door
for Tommy and Paul. The name tag on her tight, white uniform read
"Janice".
A glance at Paul's full groin and Janice quickly licked her lips
where only
the two boys could see. Before they could say anything about it,
Bambi came
around the corner and Janice hurried back to her station.

"Don't pay any attention to Janice, Tommy, she is one of us," Bambi
began,
holding her hand out and saying to Paul, "That means she knows her
place,
just as I do. I am Bambi, Tommy's aunt."

Paul took her hand, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say
something but
nothing came out.

"This is Paul," Tommy said for him, "He is here for his first."

"As you please. Janice, we'll be in Examination Room One and we
won't want
to be disturbed."

"Yes, Doctor."

Paul's head snapped around as the door slammed behind him. His
senses were
overwhelmed by the pictures, medical close-ups of female sexual
organs, by
the examination table, and especially by the stirrups with their
straps and
strange configurations.

"See any you liked?" Tommy asked him, snapping Paul's attention
back to the
task at hand.

"Any one?" Paul asked looking back at the closed door.

"Well, any one but Bambi here. She's family and I want her to carry
my
child."

"Sure, Tommy, whatever you say. You know that lady out there, the
one with
the daughter?"

"Mrs. Boughman," Bambi prompted.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Excellent choice. Shall I have Janice bring her in?"

"No," Paul blushed, "I want the girl."

Tommy laughed.

"YES!

Okay, you can have her and her mom can watch."

"REALLY, Tommy? I can just...do her?"

Tommy nodded.

Bambi smiled, scanning a schedule on a clipboard. "Mrs. Boughman is
bringing her daughter Kathy in for her first exam."

Pressing a button on the intercom on the wall, Bambi said, "Janice,
please
show the Boughmans into Examination Room One."

"Can I get her pregnant?"

Bambi shook her head when Tommy looked at her, answering, "She's
still too
young."

Tommy smiled, putting his hand on his crestfallen friend's
shoulder.
"That's okay, Paul. If you want to make her pregnant I'll make sure
she
comes back for you when she's ripe."

Silence fellas Janice showed the two Boughman women into the room.
Mrs.
Boughman stopped just inside the door as she caught sight of the
two boys.

"Hello, Doctor. What are these two doing in here?"

"Mrs. Boughman," Bambi answered, extending her hand. The woman had
to take
a step forward to shake her hand. As Janice closed to door on her
way out,
Bambi addressed the question she'd been asked.

"They are here to examine your daughter; they are here to have sex
with
little Kathy."

Mrs. Boughman's mouth opened and then closed. The blood rushed to
her face
and her eyes flashed with anger as she roared, "WHAT? I don't know
what you
think you're doing, but I'll have your license..."

Her voice stopped as Tommy caught her eyes.

"Mrs. Boughman, do you have a first name?"

"Cindy."

"Alright, Cindy, I want you to tell us about the best sex you ever
had."

"The best sex I ever had...

"I was eighteen, summer had just started and Bill, he was my
boyfriend,
drove me out to Crystal Lake. We ate dinner, watched the sun set,
went
skinny dipping in the cold water, and then, under the stars, we
made love
for hours and hours. I've never felt anything like that night..."

"Great, Cindy. Listen closely, now. Whenever you think of Paul here
having
sex with your daughter, you'll start to feel like you did that
night with
Bill. Do you have that? It will feel so good to think about Kathy
serving
Paul. You won't be able to climax, though, until you see him climax
with
her. The more you think about Paul and Kathy, the hotter you'll
become, but
you'll know that you cannot find release until Kathy is his sex
slave,
willing or not. You'll feel all those wonderful feelings once
again, but
only when Kathy serves Paul."

Cindy Boughman nodded and Tommy broke contact.

"Come on, Paul, we have some things to take care of."

"WHAT?" Paul yelled, "What about me and the girl?"

"That will take a little time," Tommy replied, looking at Mrs.
Boughman who
was still in a rage, but every time she mentioned Paul and Kathy,
she
closed her eyes and shuddered "Keep them here, Bambi. And stall the
pregnant woman, I have never made love to a pregnant woman. How
pregnant is
she, her belly looks huge."

Bambi smiled, "Well into the 9th month. She should be giving birth
within
the next few days."

"Good," Tommy smiled, "we'll be back in a few hours."

Tommy looked at Paul who was over eyeing Kathy's legs. Every time
Mrs. Boughman moved to pull Paul away she stopped, panting, having
now
broken out in a sweat.  Kathy Boughman was dressed in a short blue
skirt
and a blue top with little balloons on it. Her hair was a pony
tail, and
her bare legs were covered only by a pair of pink socks and saddle
shoes,
beneath the skirt Tommy could see the girl's "Wonder Woman"
underoos.

"Come on, Paul. Trust me, it will be worth the wait."

Tommy's imagination danced as he took a long look at the red-head's
protruding stomach. "Trust me, it will be worth the wait," he
thought.

"Where are we going?" Paul asked when they reached the street.

"A porno shop," Tommy replied, "To sell these videos of Mom with
our pony,
Blackie and me with all my women."

"Sell them?"

"Sure. When Mom stops working how am I going to be able to afford
to eat
and keep all my women? I mean dog food isn't free, you know."

Paul blinked for a minute, processing what his friend had said.

"Dog food? You mean Melody eats dog food?"

"Of course. You don't think I would waste human food on them, do
you?"

"Man, do I want to see that."

"You will," Tommy replied, offering his hand.

"Friends?"

"Friends for LIFE!" Paul replied, pumping the hand quickly.

Tommy smiled and noticed for the first time what a cute ass Paul
had.

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The neighborhood was dark, dangerous, but Tommy knew this was the
area Lisa
had come to to fulfill his demands for videos and harnesses. He
wanted to
take a look at the selection as well as make a good deal for the
merchandise in his backpack. They drew some attention, but not too
much,
and Tommy soon saw the place he wanted.

The sign above the door said "Bondage Elite", the storefront window
was
blacked out. Another sign, poorly hand-lettered and posted on the
door
said, "ABSOLUTELY NO ONE UNDER 18". Tommy ignored it, pushing the
door open
and entering the stale smelling shop.

The large black man behind the counter looked up from his magazine
as the
bell above the door signalled their arrival. It slammed behind them
as
Tommy and Paul looked around in awe at the hundreds of covers with
naked
women and unnameable sexual acts.

"Get the hell out of here! Can't you read," the clerk roared,
rising to his
feet and crossing toward them.

Tommy took a step backward, afraid of the large man moving toward
him. Then,
remembering his purpose and his power, he deftly caught the big
man's eye.

"Get the owner. It is very important that we speak to him."

The clerk retired through a door marked "Employees Only" and a
couple of
minutes later followed another man back into the shop. The new
arrival had
dark hair, mirrored aviator's glasses, and wore a very nice suit of
shiny
grey fabric.

"What do you kids want? Lenny, we could be shut down for this! Is
this some
kind of fuckin' joke? Lenny, get them out of here."

"Wait!" Tommy commanded, staring at the big man's eyes.

"'Wait' what, kid? Get out before Lenny has to throw you out."

Tommy stood, stunned.

"Look me in the eye and say that."

"Tough kid," the man smiled at Lenny. Then, leaning close so Tommy
could
feel his breath on his face, he hyper-enunciated, "Get. Out. Now."

Lenny moved forward as his boss stood and straightened his suit.
Paul was
quaking with terror, tears forming in his eyes. Tommy felt the same
panic
in his gut but managed to speak.

"Don't you want to see what we brought you?"

"Look," the big man said, taking off his sunglasses and pinching
the bridge
of his nose, "I told you to get the hell out of...."

Lenny stopped, questioning his boss's glazed look, "Mr. Ludlow?"

Thinking quickly, Tommy spoke to Mr. Ludlow, "We should really do
this in
your office, don't you agree?"

Catching Lenny's eyes was easy, "And we don't want to be
disturbed."

As they followed Mr. Ludlow through the door, Paul whispered to
Tommy,
"What happened?"

"I don't know," Tommy replied, "Maybe the sunglasses blocked my
powers."

"Then don't let him put them back on!" Paul whispered.

"Mr. Ludlow," Tommy began, waiting for the man to turn before
continuing,
"You really don't like wearing sunglasses. In fact when you wear
them they
will hurt your eyes terribly. You'll be very glad you listened to
what we
have to say."

Tommy broke contact and they walked into a cramped office. Mr.
Ludlow, by
habit, put his glasses back on as he took his seat.

"Damn! Don't know why I keep these damned things," Mr. Ludlow said,
pulling
them off again and tossing them on his desk.

"You have two minutes to convince me that I shouldn't have Lenny
come back
here and toss you out on your asses."

Tommy smiled, "Got a VCR?"

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An hour later Mr. Ludlow sat staring at Tommy's mother servicing
Blackie in
the barn. He knew a thing or two about this sort of thing and there
was no
faking this, the shots were too detailed.

"Where'd you kids get this?" he asked.

"I made it," Tommy replied, "That's my mom."

"You got some mom, kid. I wish *I* had a mom like that."

"So, is this worth something?" Tommy asked.

"Not really," Ludlow replied slowly, "This stuff is illegal. But
I'm a
sport. I'll give you five dollars apiece for them."

Tommy frowned, "Mr. Ludlow, I may only be a kid, but I'm a kid who
knows
which end of a woman is for what. Don't give me that 'it's illegal'
shit.
You don't care about that if there's a market for it. There is,
isn't
there."

Mr. Ludlow steepled his fingers together, thinking. Then he looked
back at
Tommy and said, "Here's the deal, kid. I'll be taking the risks,
here, so
I'll be making the profits. I'll front you $3,000 for your mom's
tape and
$1,500 for each of the others against 10% of the profits. Your mom
is sure
to sell well; she'll probably be the hottest nude slave in Europe
if you can
provide more product."

"'More product' is no problem. Mom and the girls will take special
requests, if the price is right.

"One other thing: Do you know of a nude dance club around here?"

"Nude dancing is against the law in this locality, kid," Mr. Ludlow
answered with a smile, "Sure, I have connections with one."

"Good, my girls need plenty of exercise. I think they should take
turns at
your club."

"Do they perform?"

"'Perform'? You mean with the men in the club?" Tommy asked,
thinking,
"They will if the clients are clean and checked and covered."

"Been doing some special homework, haven't you, kid. I keep the
private
'dances' upscale, so our doctor checks all of them out. The girls
do,
too. I don't need to lose my little bread-winners."

"Good. Then they'll do anything on two legs or four, so long as it
is clean
and they aren't injured permanently. I do love Mom and she is
carrying my
child."

"Interested in selling any of them?"

Tommy was silent for a minute. This was something he had not
previously
considered.

Paul spoke up, "Mr. Ludlow, are you serious? Sell women?"

"Sure, it's just like livestock."

"Not now, maybe later," Tommy answered as Mr. Ludlow laughed at
Paul's
suddenly pale face.

"Then, kid, I guess we're in business. Here's $10,500 and I'll let
Lenny
know you have a tab here. Pick up what ever you think you'll need."

"Two more things, Mr. Ludlow. Since we're in business together, why
don't
you call me 'Tommy' and when my girls 'dance' at your club can I
watch?"

"Well, Tommy, it is a pleasure doing business with you. Don't
worry, you
can watch."

Tommy carefully stowed the money in his back pack. It was more
money than
he or Paul had seen in their life. Then, on the way out, they
picked up a
few more items to replace the videos he'd sold. Without a glance
back the
two friends made their way out of the neighborhood and back to the
Woman's
Clinic.

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Tommy and Paul could hear the yelling as soon as the elevator doors
opened.
Entering the clinic they saw the pregnant red-head shouting at
Janice.

"I have been waiting for over two HOURS!"

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, I understand," the receptionist replied, catching
sight
of Tommy, "You can go in right now. I'll show you the way to
Examination
Room Two."

Tommy watched the woman struggle to walk to the door, her large
belly
sagging with the weight of the child within, made even more
pronounced buy
the child being carried so low.  The woman was wearing a powder
blue
maternity dress that Tommy could not see under, her hair was a soft
auburn,
and ran down her back, and she looked to be about 27 years old, she
waddled
in with her hands on her belly, her ankles visible with white socks
disappearing into plain brown moccasins.

"You can do anything you want with them, Tommy, can't you?" Paul
whispered
in awe.

"I'm learning," Tommy smiled.

"Then we really can make them into pets? I mean, just pets like
trained
dogs?"

Before Tommy could answer Mrs. Boughman walked into the hallway and
looked
straight at Paul, exclaiming, "There you are!"

She was perspiring heavily, and little Kathy held her hand looking
confused. Paul almost ran out when Mrs. Boughman got on her knees,
placing
Kathy's hand in Paul's.

"Please, take her!"

Paul blinked, "Take her where?"

Mrs. Boughman looked desperate, wild-eyed, saying, "You know, TAKE
her."

"Mommy?" Kathy's looked up at her mom, "Who is this boy?"

"Shut up Kathy, and just do whatever he says."

Paul blinked, and then Tommy nudged him grinning.

"I don't know, Mrs. Boughman," Paul said, taking Tommy's hint, "I
am just a
kid and I don't know what to do."

Tommy turned toward Bambi's office as Mrs. Boughman pulled Paul and
her daughter into Room One, offering to show Paul what to do.

Bambi looked up from the Mrs. Clark's tests as Tommy entered and
answered
the question in his look.

"She is close, very close. Sometime today or tomorrow she should
give
birth. She's in the stirrups in Two, secured for your pleasure,
Master."

"Secured?" Tommy asked.

Bambi nodded, smiling, "I use straps around my patient's ankles to
make
sure they stay in place."

Tommy's brow furrowed, "Do all doctors do that?"

"No," Bambi replied, "But most people just accept it as some new
practice."

Tommy smiled and walked in.  Mrs. Clark was on her back on the exam
table,
wearing one of those gowns that open in the back.  Her legs were
widely
spread and her heels were hooked in the stirrups, and as Bambi had
said, a
thick leather strap circled each ankle tightly. Tommy was amused at
how her
toes curled over.  Her arms were by her sides, placed loosely thru
two
leather loops attacked to the table, normally used for a woman in
labor to
pull against.

When the door opened Mrs. Clark heard it and looked up with a
smile, "Well,
Doctor, it's about..."

Her voice choked as she saw little Tommy smiling at her, the doctor
right
behind.

"GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" she yelled, moving to cover her exposed
groin. Before she could remove her hands Bambi yanked the loops
tight
around the wrists.

"What are you DOING?! I'll SUE! Are you out of your MIND?  No,
stop, stop!"

Bambi smiled, and stuffed roll after roll of gauze into Mrs.
Clark's
mouth till all she could do was let out a muffled "mummph!"

As the pregnant woman tried to sit up to her elbows she watched in
horror
as Tommy got undressed, staring at his little erection.

Tommy smiled "I know you're pregnant. I want to do you that way. Do
we know
what sex the baby is?"

"A little girl" Bambi smiled, licking her patient's throat.

"Good," said Tommy, "I wanna cum in her little face."

Tommy stepped from the last of his clothes, enjoying Mrs.Clark's
mixture of
fear and outrage. Tommy's little hand went under the hospital gown
and
Mrs. Clark when rigid as his little hand found her nether lips.

"No hair?"

"I knew you like them that way so I told the stupid little cunt it
was
unsterile and she shaved it all off for you, Master."

Tommy smiled and pulled the gown up, as Bambi reached for a small
knife to
cut the gown away.  Tommy gazed at the woman's belly, the smooth
skin ran
along her belly and then bulged suddenly outwards as it approached
her
belly button, then just as quickly curved back and sloped
immediately to
her bald pussy.

"Can you swing these stirrups open wider?"

"Of course, we can use these tables for labor," Bambi answered as
she
finished slicing the flimsy gown apart.

The woman watched in horror as Tommy worked the screws and spread
her legs
to an obscene 70 degree angle apart. Her struggles to spit out the
gauze,
to shout for this to stop made Tommy's erection beat with the
increased
pulse of his heart.

Tommy gazed at his prize. Bambi finished taping her mouth so she
could not
spit out the gauze.  Clark was HUGE, the baby would probably weight
at
least 12 pounds, and he was having visions of his harem looking the
same
way, five at once. Hell, if Melody had one this huge she's look
like a
stuffed turkey! Tommy's hands wandered up to the breasts, they were
always
his first stop, they were also big, they looked almost swollen, and
Tommy
smiled as he caressed them gently teasing the nipple.  Mrs. Clark
let out a
muffled whimper, still sitting up on her elbows watching Tommy take
his
time with her.

"Just so you know, Mrs. Clark, I am going to have sex with you, I
am going
to take my time, and do it as many times as I like and you have
nothing to
say about it." Tommy smiled and sealed his lips to her left breast,
after a
small suckle Tommy tasted a very sweet milk, and smiled. Suckling
harder.
Mrs Clark was slowly laying back on the table. Tommy saw Bambi join
him
for lunch and together they began to lick the woman's nipples,
slowly
suckling them dry of milk, and substantially reducing their size.

Mrs. Clark was panting now a light sweat covering her belly. She
struggled
gently against the bonds holding her wrists.

Tommy began to run his hands over her ripe belly, smiling as he
felt the
child within her kick.  "Bambi is going to remove your gag now, so
you can
eat her out while I put my cock in you. If you're not quiet things
could
get worse."

As soon as the gag cam out Mrs. Clark tried to scream. By now the
office was empty, except for Paul and the Boughmans, who Tommy
could hear
pleading with poor Paul, who had no idea WHAT to do.

Tommy shook his head.

"Bad girl."

Janice walked in as Tommy began pulling Mrs. Clark's ass over the
edge of
the table. With Janice's help Mrs. Clark's ass was soon exposed.
Tommy
took his hand and began spanking the captive. At first his small
blows only
stung, but as he left red mark after red mark from his hand on her
soft
ass, it began to turn red all over. At first Tommy could see his
hand prints
then they disappeared in a crimson color.  The woman began to
struggle, her
belly bouncing before Tommy's fascinated eyes.

"No wonder Mom liked to spank me," he thought.

After about 10 minutes of this the woman was in tears, and her ass
was
beginning to bruise

"You gonna listen?" Tommy said, trying to sound like an adult.
Tommy got
even harder as he saw her nod.

Bambi released her mouth and this time she stayed silent.

"My name is Tommy. In a moment I'm gonna let Bambi have her way
with
your face, as I stick my cock between your legs..."

"But you're just a child," Mrs. Clark whispered.

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, but a child who has you helpless and is about to
screw
you."

"But my daughter..."

"...is about to get a face full of my cum, the first of many maybe
so you
both should just lay back and enjoy it."

Trembling she laid back and Bambi spread her legs gently pulling
her own
pussy lips apart and placing them over Mrs. Clark's nose and mouth.

The helpless woman struggled for a moment until Bambi smiled and
said, "If
you want to breath, use your tongue to push the lips out of the
way."

Within a few moments Tommy was watching Bambi moan as she washed
Mrs. Clark's face, the nurse smiling as she watched.

Tommy pulled a stool between Mrs. Clark's legs. As he stood on it,
his tool
was poised to enter her. He caressed her huge belly, feeling the
baby kick
again.

"Excited, little one? Excited about a hard dick?"

Tommy stood on his toes and leaned over his captive, his belly
resting on
hers as she took his weight.  The round belly curved to him
perfectly as
his hips met hers, his stiff erection penetrating the soft bald
lips. On
his toes he began to thrust into the bound pregnant woman, Her sex
was
warmer than normal and to him seemed tighter. Tommy's arms went
around her
hips and he found himself grunting with effort.  As he looked up
over her

tits he could see Bambi's pelvis gyrating over her now drenched
face,
Mrs. Clark's tongue frequently out pushing against the soft lips.

Tommy watched as the captive tugged on the stirrups that held her
wide and
exposed, as Tommy pressed in till her felt his young balls gently
nudging
Mrs. Clark's ass.

Tommy chuckled "Tell your daughter to get ready *grunt* here
it...COMES!"

Tommy pressed in, his young cock bucking rapidly inside the woman's
huge
belly.  Tommy leaned into her, feeling the child in the belly, as
his balls
emptied themselves.

Tommy relaxed, he had not realized what a turn on this would be, or
how
much he had wanted to do it.  But it was done now, and nothing Mrs.
Clark
could do would change that.

Bambi looked up nervously at Tommy "Should I...."

"No," Tommy smiled "Take your time with her. I'm going to go get
Paul laid.
Janice, come with me."

Mrs. Boughman was on her knees, hugging Paul's ankles and kissing
his feet,
pleading with him, "Please, Paul, she's yours. Take her and you can
keep
her."

Paul was giggling, "This is incredible. LOOK at her."

"Janice, I believe Kathy is in the waiting room. Bring her here."

"Mommy, I don't wanna," the child complained as Janice brought her
into the
room.

"Well, Paul, are you going to strip her?"

Paul smiled and with trembling hands began to pull the little
girl's blue
dress off over her head.

"MOM!" she called out.

"I'm right here honey, let the nice boy undress you."

"NO!" she yelled but Paul already had her dress off. Kathy sat on
the floor
in only her Underoos, socks and saddle shoes.

Cindy kept wringing her hands. Twice she almost moved to her
daughter but
a wave of pleasure swept over her and she stopped.

Tommy nodded at Janice who lifted the girl onto the stainless steel
table.
Kathy looked dejected and alone, shivering with nerves and the
chill.

"Like this, Paul," he said, gently fingering Kathy's pussy through
her
underwear.

"NO!" the girl yelled again, closing her legs and pushing Tommy
away.  But
Cindy moved and held her daughter's arms by her side, smiling at
Paul.

"Do it, Paul," Cindy Boughman said, her knees turning to jelly as
the boy's
hand stroked her daughter's soft lips through her panties. Janice
deftly
removed Paul's pants, barely disturbing his explorations.

"Mommy!  Mommy?  He's touching my private areas...."

"I know honey, it's okay."

Paul barely noticed his pants and shorts come down as he watched a
small
wet spot form on the cotton underwear.

"Can we tie her up?" Paul asked, out of breath as the nurse slowly
began to
caress his young balls beneath his already erect cock.

Tommy was already ahead of him. First the 8 year old's undershirt
came off,
exposing her flat bare chest and little nipples.  As Paul ran his
hands
over the breasts, the girl looked down to watch uncomprehending.
Then Tommy
took her small arms and tied them behind her back with some tough
surgical
tape.

Paul smiled and held his eyes on the girls crotch. Cindy reached
over and
gently tugged her daughter's down around the child's ankles,
removing the
shoes and sox.  The last barrier between Paul and the girl's sex
was gone
and Paul slowly began to run a finger between the soft bald lips.

Kathy began to moan softly her protests more quiet,
"Stop....please...."

Paul looked up at Tommy, and noticed a canister behind him.

"Can we knock her out?" he asked.

"Sure," Janice said.

Tommy chuckled as the nurse moved to get the mask "How helpless do
you want
her?"

"How helpless can she be?"

Tommy pushed Kathy back onto the steel table and the nurse fit the
mask
over her face. Through the tight fitting rubber the little girl's
voice
could just be heard, "Mommy? Mommy...ohhh..."

Cindy was on the floor watching, masturbating furiously.

Paul kept feeling up the young girl, and after a few minutes her
eyes began to
droop.

"Mommy... I'm getting sleepy."

Janice smiled, adjusting the flow of gas and keeping a firm seal
over the
young girls face as Paul inserted a second finger into the girl's
sex.

"There she is, Paul," Tommy smiled, "I doubt she can say no now."

"What do I DO!?" Paul ask breathing heavily.

"See your cock?"

Paul nodded.

Tommy reached over and spread the little girl's pussy, "What do you
think
this hole is for?"

Paul smiled and lashed Kathy's heels to the stirrups, spreading the
8 year
old widely.

Paul used his hand to guide his cock into her; her mother moaned.

"Hey, I can't go in any more," Paul said, looking at his cock only
about a
quarter of the way in.

"That's her virginity, Silly, go on, push hard! There will be some
blood
but that's normal..."

Paul held his shaft and lunged, pushing little Kathy across the
table till
her legs extended and her strapped heels stopped her. Paul felt a
gentle
tearing as his cock slipped fully into the young belly.

Paul's mouth hung open.  The sensation of this small girl, her
moist warm
flesh warm around him and clinging to his erection was incredible.

Tommy smiled as the nurse took the mask away from the girl, now in
a light
sleep. His cock was still dirty from the pregnant Mrs. Clark, and
so he
began to feed it into Kathy's young mouth. Thrusting gently into
her face,
and chuckling as his young balls ground into the youthful face.

Paul began to mimic his friend and soon both were pumping the young
girl
form both ends at the same time, her mom watching from the floor.

Paul climaxed first, giggling with power as his young cock pumped
it's
first seed into the helpless 8 year old, claiming her virginity.

Bambi walked in, sweaty and nude, and reached over to gently pinch
Kathy's
nipples. The young girl stirred, her mouth suckling gently and
Tommy
climaxed, groaning in pleasure as the 8 year old swallowed.

The nurse began to suck an amazed Paul clean as Tommy withdrew his
cock, a
small strand of the girls saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

"I'm gonna keep these two" Tommy smiled at Bambi "I'll fix Mrs.
Clark in a
moment and we'll let her go home to her husband. Bambi, we have a
meeting
at the courthouse, and then it's home to finish off you, Melody and
Holly,
and try out some things I got."

Paul was recovering stroking the nurse's head gently "What about
her?"

"Master, she has veterinary experience," Bambi said.

"We'll need a vet for what I have planned. She comes along, too.
What about
your Mom and Dad, Paul?"

Paul blinked, as if remembering them.

"Remember Mr Ludlow?"

Tommy nodded curiously.

"You think we can sell them at auction?" Paul finished smiling.

Tommy grinned, "All this before noon."

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Sorry for the taking so much time to get out part 8.
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