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TOMMY TAKES CHARGE 7/7 [mf nc mc inc ped]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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****** I DID NOT WRITE THE ORIGINAL STORY, NOR
****** DID I WRITE THIS "PARALLEL" VERSION OF
****** CHAPTER 5.
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Subject: TommyTakesCharge5
From: [email protected] (F l o y d )
Date: Tue, 17 May 1994 03:51:52 UTC
Message-ID: <[email protected]>
++ TommyTakesChargeParallel5MfNcMcIncestPedo ++
[email protected] (Brian C. Ladd)
Tommy Takes Charge...Parallel 5 mf nc mc incest pedo
WARNING: Think about what those things on the subject line mean and only
read this story if you are interested (story = work of fiction).
mf - male/female sexual acts
nc - non-consentual
mc - mind control
incest - incest
pedo - pedophillia
Adult conent is included, so an adult level of maturity is assumed from
this point on. Note FollowUps.
[Editor's Note:
Femtoseconds had passed since the birth of the Universe and diversity had
reared its ugly head. Ripples formed in the once uniform soup of energy,
ripples which cascaded down the axis of Time, splitting the one Universe
into a multitude of parallel Universes. The following tale is set in one
of
the Universes parallel to our own; it is not right to say it is parallel
to
the "real" universe, for what is reality?
This piece is placed somewhere after Tommy Takes Charge 4 (Holly is
mentioned) and is from the keyboard of Michael himself, forwarded through
Narav to me. Think about it, you to could contribute to the multitude of
Universes where the Tommy gets the control bug. Enough editorializing, on
with the show.]
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.
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Tommy walked to the widow Barstow's house with a grin on his
face. He had ordered his mother and sister to fuck Lisa nonstop
until his return, using any object they wanted that wouldn't cut
her. When he left Mom was shoving a cucumber into Lisa's cunt
and his sister was waiting to use a hair dryer. Just to make it
interesting, Tommy had ordered them to use a different item every ten
minutes and not to use the same item twice. Tommy wondered what
would wind up going into Lisa if he was away for to long...
When he reached Mrs. Barstow's door she was there waiting.
In her late forties, Mrs. Barstow's age had started to show. Her plump
frame sported huge breasts which were sagging. Her short cropped black
hair
showed a touch of grey and a little bit of makeup covered the beginnings
of
age lines around her large eyes. All in all a pleasing effect. Tommy idly
wondered whether her cunt hair was turning grey, too.
As Tommy walked inside, Mrs. Barstow closed the door behind him.
"Hello, Tommy," she said, "Just follow me and I'll show you what I need."
Tommy stared at the widow's ass, rounded as it was with age, as she walked
up the stairs ahead of him.
"I wonder how my cock would fit in that ass."
Tommy was brought up short by this thought; he had NEVER thought of her
that way. She was like a grandmother to him! Took care of him whenever his
mother wasn't around. Had the bug bite begun to affect his mind?
Tommy thought new and dangerous thoughts.
"I've never raped anybody before. I could do it. Right here. Right now.
"I could do it, and afterward, hypnotize her to forget everything. God! It
would be great to feel her struggle and fight!"
Tommy's blood boiled as his mind pictured his desire. Very used to having
his way recently, he steeled his nerve and charged up the stairs. Wrapping
his arms around Mrs. Barstow's waist he knocked the widow to the ground.
"Tommy! What the HELL has gotten into you?" she screamed.
Tommy's only reply was to lift her shirt over her
huge breasts revealing the plain white bra underneath.
"Tommy! No!"
Tommy's cock throbbed with anticipation as the widow squirmed underneath
him. Pulling her shirt over her head he grinned triumphantly.
Suddenly pain exploded between his legs. Widow Barstow had kneed him in
the
groin and struggled from beneath him while he was stunned.
Tommy mastered his pain before she had gone very far and his hand grabbed
her wrist, wrenching her arm painfully behind her back.
"If you do that again, bitch, I'll fuckin' break your neck!" Tommy hissed.
Tommy managed to rise, bringing Mrs. Barstow to her feet as well. Pressure
on her arm Steered her into her bedroom where Tommy took a good look at
her
in the full-length mirror across the room. Glancing down he undid her bra
which snapped forward revealing her sagging breasts. Looking back to the
mirror Tommy was surprised by the size of her nipples; they were HUGE.
Reaching around, Tommy fondled one of her tits. They warm and soft, not
nearly as firm as those of his other whores.
"Oh, Tommy! Oh God! Please let me go!" she cried as her tears started.
Tommy reached down, inching her skirt up with his fingers as he watched in
the mirror. Soon he could see and feel her plain white cotton panties. He
slid his hand in one of the leg openings, grabbed a handful of cunt hair
and pulled harshly.
"Oww! Tommy puh-lease stop it oh god please stop," The widow said, crying.
The tears now flowed down her cheeks in steady streams.
"Get on the bed whore!" Tommy snarled, pushing her forward and only
releasing her wrist at the last minute.
Widow Barstow stumbled to the bed, falling forward onto it. Tommy reached
under her skirt, pulling off her panties with a single jerk. That was all
she had worn and with the skirt rumpled up around her waist, she was now
naked at both ends. She curled up into a fetal position, crossing her legs
and covering her enormous breasts with arms and knees. Tommy figured she
stay where she was for a moment.
"Tommy, why? Oh god, Tommy, why me? What's wrong? Why are you doing this
to
me? Why me, god? Why me?" the widow babbled between sobs.
"Carol, will you shut the fuck up." Tommy said as he quickly searched her
dresser drawers. In a moment he had found what he was looking for.
"These should hold you down," he said with a smile pulling several pairs
of
pantyhose from the drawer holding them out for her to see. Her eyes went
wide and her face paled. Struggling to keep her breasts covered, she sat
up
and spoke in a voice choked with emotion.
"Tommy, if you stop now, this will be our secret. I promise I'll never
tell
anyone. Please, Tommy, stop please please oh god please..."
Ignoring her Tommy grabbed a wrist and slipped a loop of nylon around it.
Mrs. Barstow kept pleading but didn't resist as he laid her back down and
tied her spread eagle to the four posts of her large bed. When she was
secured, Tommy pulled up her skirt to reveal her mound, thickly forested
with curly black hair. "Nope, no grey here," he thought.
Tommy stood along side the bed and began removing his clothes. He never
took his eyes off his captive, looking at the way her tits rolled out to
either side. He bent forward, taking the huge pink nipple closest to him
into his mouth and sucking. He was gratified to feel it becoming erect
against his tongue.
Once he was naked, Tommy climbed on top of his conquest. As his cock
rubbed
between her legs her quiet pleadings suddenly stopped.
"Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help! Rape! Can anyone hear
me? Help me!"
Tommy froze. What if someone heard her? Grabbing his sock he shoved it
into her mouth. She tried pushing it out with her tongue. Grabbing
another pair of hose he wrapped it around her head, covering her
mouth. Now, only muffled moans escaped her. Tommy grabbed his cock and
rammed it into the widow's dry cunt. She struggled, her shoulders twisted
from side to side and her hips dug deep into the bed in a futile effort to
avoid the cock. She tried to yank her arms and ankles free, but the knots
were tied too tightly. In defeat she ceased struggling and turned her
head.
She no longer cried, but gazed off into space.
Tommy felt that riding the struggling widow was like riding a bronco. When
he finally shoved his cock into her, he enjoyed her struggles. Her breasts
were bouncing from side to side with her trying to get free, as well as up
and down from Tommy's pumping. Her pussy was loose, but he was so turned
on by the fact that he was RAPING her, he didn't even notice. Pushing
faster and faster, he came inside her. She seemed not to notice. Staring
off at the wall, waiting for it to end.
"You're a better fuck than my own mother, Carol."
Her head snapped back as his words penetrated her mind. Tommy smiled into
her look of horror and began fondling her giant, soft breasts.
"When are the twins getting here?" Tommy asked.
Widow Barstow's eyes opened in terror at what Tommy's presence meant. She
struggled against her bonds harder than she had before, twisting her
wrists
in an effort to break free; the clinging knit only bit harder, restraining
her further.
Tommy watched Carol struggle and rubbed his spent cock against her thigh.
He checked the pantyhose which held her fast to the corners of her bed;
they were quite tight, perhaps a bit too much so as her feet and hands
began turning red. She thrashed from side to side in a frenzied effort at
release.
"Carol, that was great," Tommy said, "I think I'll be raping you often in
future."
Such musings were cut short by the slam of a car door. Tommy rose and Mrs.
Barstow froze, watching him as they waited for the twins to enter.
"Mom? Where are you? The girls are here!" a man's voice yelled.
Tommy's face fell, this was not what he had planned on. Carol was naked
and
tied to the bed, there wasn't time to get dressed, hypnotize her, get her
dressed and have her get rid of her son. Why did he have to come in and
screw everything up?
Tommy glanced about, trying to figure out what to do as he heard footsteps
on the stairs. Two quick, quiet steps carried him to the wall beside the
door where he would be able to catch the eye of anyone entering the room.
"Mom? Are you taking a nap?" the man's voice continued as he approached
the
door. With a gentle knock he opened the door and stepped inside.
"Mom,...what the hell...."
Tommy's eyes trapped the newcomer's. "Don't move. Don't talk." Tommy
ordered. The blonde-haired man stood, his blue eyes staring into Tommy's.
Tommy recognized him as Michael, Widow Barstow's son.
"Call one of your daughters up here."
"Erin, will you come up her, please," Michael yelled. They stood facing
each other as footsteps approached. As soon as she was in sight Tommy's
eyes had her.
"Don't talk. Do as I say. Come inside and close the door."
She was a head taller than he was, with long black hair and brown eyes.
She had a thin body with pert breasts. Tommy thought that she looked like
a professional runner. Long, thin tanned legs which were smooth as glass.
"Now the other one," Tommy ordered Michael.
"Kelly, I need you up here too."
Tommy caught her as she walked in, a mirror reflection of her sister.
"Oh I'm going to enjoy this!"Tommy thought to himself.
Tommy looked at Michael and was going to order him to leave and forget
seeing Tommy when he saw Michael's crotch. It sported a raging hard on!
Tommy looked to where Michael's eyes were frozen. The bed. Where Carol,
naked, was tied. Her breasts and pussy exposed to her son's view. Her
huge breasts glistened with Tommy's suckling. Her pussy had white drops of
Tommy's cum, dripping.
Tommy looked into Michael's eyes and spoke, "You cannot lie to me.What has
you turned on?"
"Looking at my mother." Michael answered.
"Would you like to fuck her?"
"No, it's not right thinking that. I shouldn't fantasize about HER."
"Oh but you're WRONG," Tommy said.
"I could hypnotize her, just as I did you and these two. In fact, if I
turned her into your sex slave, you would be more than willing to give me
your daughters in exchange."
"I'd be more than willing..."Michael repeated in a foggy haze.
Tommy walked over to the bed and looked into Carol's eyes.
"From now on, you will obey my every command.
"Carol, you will obey your son's every sexual desire. Your mind will be
your own, but your body will act out any sexual wish your son imposes on
you and you can NEVER tell anyone about me or 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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