When Zack awoke the next morning, he was snuggled very tightly against Gabrielle. He smiled at the thoughts of their night together, which had been very enjoyable, to say the least. He couldn't really move without disturbing her, but he really needed to use the restroom. He tried to turn carefully, but it didn't work.
Gabrielle woke up with a start, realizing there was someone next to her, but then she just as quickly realized who it was, and she smiled to herself. Turning over on the bed, she saw Zack looking at her. She turned her face up to his, requesting, and receiving, a kiss. Their lips remained locked for a while, but neither of them was in the mood to do anything more.
Eventually, they moved apart, each of them moving off the bed. Zack turned to look at Gabrielle, who, upon seeing his gaze, tried to hide herself from him. Zack moved around the bed, and pulled her hands away from her body.
"I'm not much to look at," she said, her voice very shy. Zack tried to look at her objectively, but found that he couldn't. He liked her too much to pay much attention to any flaws she had. He knew, in his mind, that she was overweight, and that she could take a little more care with her hair and clothing. He knew in his heart that none of it mattered a damn because she was a wonderful person and a wildcat in bed.
"You look great to me," he said softly, kissing her on the cheek, and then holding her in his arms. She let him hold her, enjoying the feel of his body against hers, but soon even that had to stop.
"I'm going to have to sneak you into the bathroom," she said with a giggle. Zack smiled, and grabbed his clothes. He followed Gabrielle down and she went in first, to check for anyone. She gasped when she turned and Zack was right behind her. "What would you have done if someone was in here?"
"Watched you blush down to your knees, most likely," Zack said, teasing her. He kissed her in apology, and then they separated to handle their necessary chores. Zack chuckled to himself as he cleaned up; he was having too good a morning to let anything burst his bubble.
After eating breakfast with Gabrielle, and spending a little time just talking, he left her to her studying. He wondered that she could be so nervous about her schooling, as smart as she was, but he wasn't going to fault her for being attentive to her work.
He whistled as he entered Stephanie's dorm. The looks he got now were even more flirtatious than before. He couldn't figure out what that was about, but he didn't figure it was really a problem, so he let it go. He knocked on Stephanie's door, and waited about ten seconds. When it opened, he was shocked to see Beverly standing before him, completely nude.
"Good morning, Master!" she gushed, and gave him a hug and a kiss. Zack kissed back, realizing that Beverly was, in fact, glad to see him. Her emotions clearly blazed through his mind, which was unusual. He wondered if Stephanie had been torturing her playmate.
Finally, when Beverly released him, she stepped back to let him in. He kept his hand glued to her hip, though, just to see what she would do. She blushed at his touch, but came willingly when he pulled her to him after closing the door. He let his hand run over her breast as he kissed her, and she nearly melted against him.
Beverly actually pouted slightly when Zack let her go. He turned to see Stephanie watching from her bed. She was fully dressed, in a light blouse and jeans. Zack gave Beverly's ass a final squeeze as he went over to Steph and sat down on the bed beside her. She immediately moved against him, laying her head on his shoulder and caressing his chest.
"Good morning, Master," Stephanie said, mirroring Beverly's words, but in a much softer tone.
"Good morning, Steph. What's up with her?"
"She likes you."
"I don't think she really likes me, Steph. I kind of turned her into your playtoy... she's not likely to appreciate that."
"I didn't much appreciate it at first, either, when you took me. Remember?"
Zack couldn't avoid a smile. "Yeah."
"I've told Beverly a lot about you."
"Just how nice you've been to your humble slave. How you stood up for me. How you take care of me. Master, is there any way we could more properly share her? I mean, you gave her to me, but she really belongs to you..."
Zack waved Steph off. "She's your slave. Treat her how you like. Of course, if you want to give her permission to have fun with me whenever she wants, that'd be okay, too," Zack said with a devilish grin.
Stephanie smiled serenely. "I already did that."
"That would explain this morning's kiss, I guess..."
Stephanie pouted cutely. "And I still haven't gotten one..."
Zack slipped his finger under her chin to bring her face up, and he corrected that oversight.
Zack walked into his home just after dinner. He'd eaten with Steph and Beverly, but he was too tired to play anymore. He plopped down into his desk chair just as his mother poked her head in his door.
"Hi, Honey," she said softly. He looked up at her, and noted a strange look on her face that he couldn't really read. He also couldn't get a handle on the emotions she was exuding, because he was too tired.
"Hi, Mom," he said, trying to ignore the weird impression he was getting. "Something wrong?"
"No. You had a phone call from a Mr. Danforth while you were out. He asked you to call him back."
"Oh! Okay, thanks."
"What's that all about, Sweetheart?"
Zack looked at her with a smile. "I told you guys I was going to find us a new place to live."
The smile on his mother's face was very puzzling to Zack. "Okay, Honey," she said, and slipped out of the room. He frowned in confusion, but then he shook it off, and made the required phone call.
"Mr. Danforth? This is Zack Griffin, returning your call."
"Ah, Zack. I wanted to let you know that you could move into the house tomorrow. I had the movers get me out over the last two days. I know you weren't in that big a hurry, but I was. I can't stand that monstrosity. I'm much happier in this smaller place. Anyway, if you want to drop by here tomorrow and pick up the keys, we can handle the paperwork folderol on Monday."
"That sounds good, Mr. Danforth. Thank you. This will be a big help."
"I'm sure it will. You have a good night, son."
"Yes, sir. You, too."
Zack hung up and grinned to himself. Now that I have the space, I guess I will need to fill it with something... or someone... He whistled to himself as he went online and played around to relax.
Zack awoke the next morning to his mother shaking his shoulder lightly. Without opening his eyes, Zack reached out, assuming it was Stephanie waking him. She was supposed to be by, after all. He pulled his mother into his arms, but it was at that point that he knew something wasn't right; his mother didn't feel quite like Stephanie.
Zack opened his eyes to find his mother smiling warmly at him. He would have panicked, but she didn't even give him time to do that. Leaning down a bit more, Zack's mother kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss lingered, and Zack was finally kissing back, though he was very confused. The emotions he was getting from his mother were mainly arousal and love. As soon as she broke the kiss, he let go of her.
"Uh... sorry, Mom," he said, stuttering. "I, uh... thought you were someone else."
"That's okay, Sweetheart," she said. "I didn't mind. You should get up, though. You need to eat before Stephanie comes over. Did you really get us a new house?"
Zack sat up, keeping his lower half carefully covered in front of his mother. "Yeah. I mean, it's just a rental, but it's a much better house."
Sharon sat down beside her son. "How did you manage that?"
Zack felt a little odd talking to his mom about this. "I'm not allowed to tell you that," he said, making something up quickly. "Part of the agreement is that I can't talk about the agreement. Don't worry, it's all legal." This time.
Sharon looked at her son with a smile. "I didn't doubt that. First a new car, then a house... what will you get me next?" she grinned as he blushed, and then she kissed him on the cheek. "C'mon, I'll make you breakfast so you have enough energy to move your stuff."
Stephanie showed up shortly after Zack finished his breakfast. She had a beautiful smile on her face, and Zack was glad to see her. He kissed her passionately, despite his mother's presence. Steph giggled, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his mother smiling at him. He actually blushed again, then grabbed Steph's hand.
"C'mon, we have to go get the keys to the house from Mr. Danforth." Zack walked quickly out of the house, with Stephanie close behind.
"You wanna drive?" she asked, holding up the keys.
He considered, but didn't feel like messing with her manual transmission. "Nah, you do it."
It wasn't long before the pair were at the home of Mr. Danforth. Zack thought this house was nice, but the one he was getting was much nicer. They rang the doorbell and waited.
"Mr. Griffin!" the man said upon opening the door. Mr. Danforth was smiling widely. He grabbed Zack's hand and pumped it vigorously, pulling him inside. Steph followed silently behind. "I'm so glad you gave me this idea. Well, who is the lovely lady?" Mr. Danforth asked, finally noticing Stephanie.
"This is my girlfriend, Stephanie. Steph, this is Mr. Danforth." Stephanie blushed at being introduced, and Mr. Danforth was far more gentle in shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you. Well, I imagine you're here for the keys?"
"Right here. Oh, I should tell you, a lot of the furniture in that house... I just left it. My ex bought it for that house, and as you can see, this house still has plenty... I hope it's not a problem."
"No, I'm sure it won't be. So, are you all moved out? If I move my stuff in today..."
"No problem. Nothing left in there that I want."
"Okay, thank you, sir."
"Oh, no, thank you, Mr. Griffin!" The man shook Zack's hand again, and Zack walked away wondering if his arm was about to come off.
The couple got back in the car, and Stephanie drove over to the new house. Neither of them noticed the light blue Ford tailing them.
Three hours later, and Zack had moved all of his stuff into the master bedroom of the new house. He'd at first gone looking for a suitable bedroom for himself, thinking to leave the big bedroom to his parents, but then he realized that made absolutely no sense, and had succumbed to the temptation. There was a king-size bed in the master suite, and the master bath was luxurious, to say the least. He couldn't wait to find out how many girls would fit in the shower with him comfortably.
Stephanie had gushed over the house, and she'd nearly swooned when Zack had asked her to spend the night with him in it. The two had not taken any time for play, wanting to get the work done. Now, finished, they were about to go out to eat.
Stepping outside, Zack saw the blue Ford for the first time. The car, however, was not what interested him. Striding up the driveway toward them was a long-legged beauty of a woman, her black hair flowing around her face down past her shoulders. Her brown eyes were intense, and her sharp features conveyed intelligence as well as beauty. Zack briefly noted that she also had a nice pair of tits, but it was clear that she was meaning to talk to them about something.
"Can I help you?" Zack asked when she was about twenty feet away.
"You are Zack Griffin?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Lisa Dunham, with the Martina Star-Sentinel. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions."
"Well, for one thing, how your family, a middle-income family, can afford to live in a plush mansion like this."
"Why is that any of your business?"
"Mr. Griffin, on the face of it, there's no way you could legally live here. It smacks very much of dirty dealings. Possibly something illegal, even."
"Why don't you ask the man who rented the house to us?" Zack said coldly.
"I did. His story doesn't wash. You don't just rent a house to someone you don't know for a dollar a month."
"He did," Zack said contradictorily.
"Precisely my point. The whole situation is out of the ordinary. Then there's the issue of your mother's new car..."
"Just how long have you been prying into my personal life, Mizz Dunham?"
She looked at him crossly for a moment, but let it pass. "Long enough to know that something is fishy, Mister Griffin," she shot back. It didn't have the desired impact.
"I see. I think you're actually on a fishing expedition here. You don't have any proof of wrongdoing, which makes sense, since there isn't any, and so you're trying to drum something up. Is life at the Star-Sentinel really that dull?" Zack was fiddling with the snap on his PDA holster, and as she looked away, he unfastened it and withdrew his PDA.
"Why I'm doing this is not at issue, Mr. Griffin," Lisa stated hotly.
"I beg to differ. Your motives for harassing me are very much at issue, because I imagine that whatever the reason is, it will color your judgment. Have you ever seen one of these?" Zack held his PDA up as he pressed the execute button.
Lisa Dunham stared at the screen for a second, then cocked an eyebrow. She was intrigued by the patterns, as if she was being pulled into them... she watched for the next minute, but then it ended, and she shook her head to clear the effect.
"No. What relevance does it have to this conversation?" she said, continuing as if there had not been an interruption.
Zack was stunned that she had not been put under. There are still people it doesn't work on? Shit.
"Tell me, Miss Dunham," Zack said, intentionally dropping the sarcastic tone. "Do you believe in expanding your mind?"
"Of course. I do yoga and meditation every morning. Now, what the hell does that have to do with how you have suddenly become materially well-off?" Lisa felt she'd lost control of the conversation, and yet couldn't get herself back on track to get hold of things.
Meditation. Hmm. I would have thought the new matrix would have burned through that, too. I'll have to look into it. To the woman before him, he smiled and said, "I think you will find that the explanations you have been given for the items in question are the truth. Now, I would stay and chat, but I was just about to take my girlfriend out to eat, and I see no reason to change those plans whatsoever. Good day, Miss Dunham."
"You'll be hearing from me again, Mr. Griffin."
Zack turned back to look at her, having passed her on his way to the car. "Miss Dunham, whatever reason you have to dislike me, I hope you'll get over it. I really do have better things to do than answer your questions. Of course, I can't stop you. If you want to waste your time poking around in my life, then be my guest. I'm sure you'll find it as boring as I often do." Yeah, right.
"We'll see about that." She strode off to her car, and got in. She drove off before Steph even started her car.
"Where to, Master?" Stephanie said, glad to be alone with him again.
Zack was still flustered that PAO had not worked on the woman. This is going to be a problem, isn't it? When he felt a soft hand on his thigh, he jolted back to the present.
"Sorry, Steph, I was thinking."
She smiled at him. "Is pizza okay, Master?"
Zack looked at Steph, and it was as if she'd read his mind. "Pizza would be perfect."
She beamed at him and started the car.
Zack was nearly late to class, because he'd forgotten to set his alarm clock, and of course Stephanie had been little help, because she'd been more interested in trying out the bed's springs. Zack smiled as he walked into the building where his class was.
Turning the corner, Zack nearly walked into Gabrielle. He jumped back, startled. As he caught his breath, he noticed she was blushing.
"Hey, Gabrielle," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Fancy meeting you here." She giggled and blushed even harder. Becoming more serious, he asked, "Why aren't you in class?"
Gabrielle's look changed just then, and Zack saw her emotions change, as well. She's hiding something.
"Ask me about it later," she said softly, and kissed him. He held onto her, kissing her back warmly. He could now feel the tension in her.
She's not very good at hiding her feelings. Zack sensed she was more frightened and nervous than deceptive. He let it go for now, realizing that if they didn't hurry, they would be late for class. He put his arm around her as they walked in the door to class, and he pulled out her chair for her. He'd taken a little good-natured teasing from the others in the class because of Gabrielle, but he didn't care; he was getting laid, and they weren't.
As he settled down into his chair, he could feel Gabrielle's tension, and just then, he got just one thought.
<<Can I trust him?>>
Zack was able to keep himself distracted for most of the morning. His class work was challenging, and he worked diligently, setting all his personal issues aside for the time being. By the time lunch rolled around, he was fully into the work, and he was startled when the teacher announced the lunch break.
"You want to go to lunch together?" Gabrielle asked him.
"Sure." She'd not asked him that before; they'd always eaten lunch separately. He wondered where this was leading, but he did have one thing he needed to take care of first. "Let me just check my email. I didn't get a chance to check it this morning."
"Okay." She gathered up her things, and stood up, walking a discreet distance away to give him some privacy. He appreciated that, though it would probably not be necessary.
He turned out to be wrong, and he knew it immediately, when he saw a message labeled 'ZZZ - omega - ZZZ'. The account was entirely unfamiliar to him.
This can only mean bad things. Zack looked over at Gabrielle, who was studiously ignoring him for the moment. He opened the mail, to look it over.
I am writing this from a computer in another city. I can only hope that Adam does not have all of these systems tapped, and that he is not tapping your computer.
More things have been revealed recently about what Adam is doing, and I felt it was time to tell you about them. Terry is being treated rather poorly. I know this will cause you grief, but I felt you needed to know. She isn't being physically harmed. If that ever happens, I will kidnap her and bring her to you as per your previous instructions.
I do not yet know what Adam is planning, but he has produced over a dozen of the PDA devices containing the program. He has already enslaved the entire city council here. I don't know what he's having them do for him. Several of the most attractive secretaries and programmers in the company are also under his control. He has not approached me as of yet, since you reprogrammed me. He still believes me to be under his control, or so I think.
Adam is still gathering information about you. I don't know through what methods at this time. I worry about you, Master. I caught a glimpse of a map in Adam's office. It had a shaded area on it around us, and around you. Our area was blue. Yours was red. I don't know if that is significant. Also, there were pins stuck in the map, but I did not have time to note their locations. I also do not know why he would have that in plain sight if it was relevant to the program. It may not be.
Further, the programming departments have been ordered to try to increase the strength of the matrix for some reason. I do not know why. I am part of the team trying to reduce run time even further. Adam's goal is under 30 seconds. I find this all scary.
Today, there was a closed-door session between Adam and my department head. When that meeting was over, the department head came out of the office very pale. He told us all that 'big changes' were coming, and that we all needed to work extra hard if we expected to keep our jobs. I'd just as soon not keep mine, Master. I'd rather be there with you.
I will keep reporting as I can. Things are looking very suspicious here, Master. Please watch your back.
Glad I read this from here. He might be tapping my computer at home somehow, but I doubt he's tapping every computer in town. Zack sat back and read the letter again, memorizing the important points. Then he deleted it, and wiped it from the system. He frowned, knowing that whatever Adam was up to, it was probably going to be a problem. He sighed in frustration, knowing that he couldn't do anything without more information, for which, he would simply have to wait.
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Gabrielle said apologetically.
Zack took a deep breath to restart his heart. "It's okay. Let's go get something to eat. What're you in the mood for?"
"A cheeseburger," Gabrielle said.
"Works for me," Zack replied. They headed over to the Snack Bar to get some lunch.
Zack was not good company during lunch, and he apologized to Gabrielle for it on the way back to class. She could see that something was bothering him, but she didn't ask him about it. She was also lost in her own thoughts. Still, she noted his distinct discomfort during class for the rest of the day.
When class finished up, she turned and rested her hand on Zack's arm, to keep him from moving. When the rest of the class had cleared out, she asked, "You want to talk about it?"
Zack shook his head. "Not just now, no." He wondered if he could confide in her. As good as she was at programming, she might even be able to help him. Still, he didn't know if he fully trusted her.
Gabrielle saw the look in his eyes, and knew what it meant. She smiled softly at him. "I was wondering... could I come over to your place tomorrow night? We've got another test coming up, and I could use some... studying." She giggled slightly.
"Why do I think it's not books you want to study?" Zack said with a grin. Gabrielle blushed. Zack nodded. "Okay, you can see the new house."
"Yeah. I told you I was looking for one." He winked at her. "In fact, I need to get going. I don't know when my parents are going to want to move in."
"Okay." Gabrielle leaned over and kissed him warmly on the lips, and he returned her affection. After a long moment, they separated, and smiled at each other. Then Zack stood up and grabbed his bag.
"See you tomorrow," he said with a smile.
"Bye," she said. She didn't get up to walk with him, and he left her, sitting at her chair. He couldn't figure out what was the matter, but obviously she wasn't ready to talk to him about it, either.
Seems like we've both got problems today.
Zack made it home in time for dinner, which seemed to be something that was becoming rarer and rarer in his life. His mother smiled at him as he sat down, and his father seemed to be a little grumpy.
"Something the matter, Dad?" he asked.
Grant looked up at his son for a moment, and frowned slightly. "No. Just a bad day at work." Zack caught Grant's quick glance at Sharon out of the corner of his eye. Zack wondered what that was about. The emotions in the room seemed strained, but Zack couldn't quite get a handle on what they all meant.
"Honey, we'll be moving into the new house tomorrow," Sharon told her son. "I don't guess there's any way you could take the day off from school to help, is there?"
Zack thought about it for a long moment, then shook his head negatively. "No. We're supposed to be learning something I don't yet know about, so it wouldn't be a good idea. I can call Brian, though. He's got a pickup, and I don't think he's got anything to do..."
"That would be wonderful, Honey. How is Mary doing since the breakup?"
"She's doing fine, now," Zack said with a smile, remembering. "Anyway, I'll call Bri after dinner."
"Good. We should probably go see the new house, don't you think, Honey?" Sharon asked her husband.
Grant just sort of blinked at her, and frowned. "I have some things to do here. I'm sure you'll figure out where to put everything."
Zack was confused by his father's behavior, but he tried to write it off. There would always be things about his parents he didn't understand, even if he did have them under his control. He shrugged, and finished his dinner.
Brian turned out to be more than happy to help. He told Zack that this would just be partial payment for his sisters, whom Brian was sleeping with at least once a day each. Zack smiled as he hung up, and found his mom waiting at the door for him. She smiled again, in that disconcerting way she had been smiling lately. Zack shook it off and headed out to the car.
Sharon gasped when Zack directed her to pull into the driveway of the huge house. "Zack, just how big is this place?"
"Twelve bedrooms. Indoor swimming pool, media room, den, study... just the usual mansion-type stuff," he said with a chuckle. Sharon looked pale.
"And we're paying nothing for it?" she asked.
"Well, a dollar a month. Almost nothing."
"The owner is getting a tax write-off," he said. They climbed out of the car, and Zack led her up to the front door. When he opened it, and Sharon saw the entryway, Zack wondered if she was going to faint. He took her arm gently, just in case, and then closed the door behind him.
Sharon looked around in wonder, and when she spoke, her voice was wavering. "My god, Zack... this is incredible!" Zack smiled at his mother's reaction. He hadn't really known that she would be so impressed, nor had he cared very much, but he was gratified that he'd done something to make her feel that way.
Zack wasn't sure what his mother was feeling, and so he was very surprised when she turned on him and pushed him back against the door. Her lips engaged his before he could even wonder what was going on. He kissed back almost immediately, because she was pressing herself tightly against him. When her tongue pressed its way between his lips, however, he was fairly shocked.
As their kissing continued, Zack rested his hands on his mother's hips. He didn't know what was going on, and he wasn't going to lead her anywhere she didn't already have a mind to go. On the other hand, she was making him hard just by kissing him, and he knew, with the way her body was pressed against him, that she could feel that.
Sharon finally broke off their kiss, but by that time Zack was completely out of breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and smiled at him warmly.
"Mm, you're a good kisser."
"Mom...?" Zack tried to ask, but couldn't really even formulate a question.
Sharon continued to press herself against her son, and she rubbed her hips back and forth across his dick, to keep him hard. "I don't know what you figured out, Zack, but I love that you're able to provide for me. I was just wondering what else you might be able to provide..." She wiggled her hips again, to indicate clearly what she meant.
"Mom, that's... I mean, what about Dad?"
"Your father's interest in sex is limited. Lately, my sex drive has increased well beyond what he's capable of dealing with. I need more, Honey. I've seen the look on Stephanie's face after you're done fucking her silly. I want that look."
Zack paled. He knew that his parents knew about Claudia, and Stephanie, but to hear her talk like this...
"Shhh. I know, you need time to think. I know I'm not nearly as pretty as Stephanie, but I can still please you. Let me show you."
Before Zack could interpret what she meant by that, Sharon had sunk to her knees, and her hands were already undoing his belt. Zack thought to stop her, but she was so intensely focused on the task, that before he had even asked himself whether he should, his pants were down around his knees, and his briefs were following suit. His cock sprang out, pointing straight at his mother's face.
"Mmm," Sharon moaned softly. She took her son's dick in her hand and stroked it a couple of times, then placed a kiss on the head of his cock. Zack shivered at her touch. Sharon licked the length of his shaft a few times, but couldn't control her urges, and so she parted her lips and slipped his cock between them. Slowly, she sank her mouth down onto his hard rod, until his pubic hairs were tickling her nose.
Zack grunted at the feel of his mother deep-throating him on the first plunge. It was an awesome feeling, and it got even better as she backed off a little and began sucking. He could feel her lips, tongue, and even her throat working him over, and he knew he wasn't going to last long under these circumstances, mother or not.
Sharon kept working on her son's prick, taking him all the way into her throat, and then slowly working her way off him, sucking him and licking him, trying to pull the cum from his balls. She knew the only way she could hope to gain his attention was to be at least as good as the girls he was fucking, and she was bound and determined to gain his attention.
Zack held off as long as he could; his mother's mouth was heavenly, and he didn't want it to end. The problem, however, was that her mouth was heavenly, and it was simply too much for him. With a grunt of warning, he felt the cum explode from the tip of his dick. Sharon continued to suck on him, though she backed off just slightly. He could feel her swallow, and that caused him even more spasms. She just continued to work him over until he'd spent himself.
Sharon slipped her mouth off her son's cock, and then licked up the stray juices that she had missed. His cock was withering, and she longed to have it hard again, plunging deep into her, but that would have to wait. Once he was fully soft, she kissed his dick one last time, and then pulled his underwear and pants back up. She stood up as he fastened his pants, and kissed him again.
"Just think about it, Baby. I really need someone besides your father to fuck me. I don't want to go looking for a stranger. I'll always be here for you."
Zack was barely capable of rational thought at this point, and he just sort of nodded noncommittally at her. Finally, he said, "Can you give me... some time to think it over?"
"Of course, Sweetheart. Why don't you show me the rest of the house now?"
"'kay. Just as soon as I can stand up straight," he said, winking at her. She blushed, but smiled at him.
The tour was long, and he showed his mother around while she held onto his arm. It was disconcerting, but it was also enjoyable. Zack was confused by the whole experience, and his mother knew that. She didn't press herself on him; if he wanted her, she would gladly give herself to him, but she couldn't force the issue. She only hoped he would make up his mind soon; her body burned with need, and her husband simply was not up to the task anymore.
Zack finally took his mother home. She kissed him passionately before they got out of the car, and Zack had to wait a few minutes - again - before he could get on his bike to head back to the new house.
Christ, what's happened to her?
Zack woke up the next morning, rested, but alone. Stephanie had needed to do schoolwork, None of his other girls was available, and his mother...
It's the program, isn't it? When I used PAO on her to put her under my control, it was the old Claudia script. Or, it was a modified Claudia script, anyway... I guess, hell, I don't know. I guess she turned to Dad first, and then when he... what, didn't want her? That doesn't make sense... Then again, as people get older... or maybe Dad's just not into sex much. I can't imagine not wanting a woman who could do what Mom did to me...
The very thought of it made Zack hard, and he was ashamed of himself for thinking that way. He ran through his morning routine trying to keep his mind off it, for he needed to get to class.
It almost seemed as though Gabrielle was waiting for Zack, as she was standing outside the door, leaning against the wall.
"Good morning," he said. He leaned in to give her a kiss, and she gladly accepted, wrapping her arms around him and kissing back vigorously. When he slipped his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth immediately, and the two kissed heavily for a long moment before parting.
"Mm. Good morning," she said with a smile.
"Were you waiting for me?"
"I just... didn't want to go in there yet."
Zack still had his arms around her, and he didn't let go. "Why not?"
Zack felt a wave of nervousness pass over him, and he knew it wasn't his own. Finally, Gabrielle said. "Ask me again later."
"Okay," he said, eliciting a smile from her that he was willing to bow to her desire not to talk about it. "Are you ready to go in now, or do you want to stay here?"
"Can we stay here for a few more minutes? Class doesn't start for another ten minutes..."
Zack leaned in and kissed her again, ignoring the look he got from one of the students who was just entering the class. It was a good way to start his day.
It turned out that Zack needed his morning wake-up with Gabrielle, because the lesson for the day was convoluted enough to give him a headache by lunchtime. He was frowning at his screen when the teacher called for the break, and he nearly cursed at being interrupted.
Sitting back, Zack looked over at Gabrielle, who was looking at him in concern.
"You're pretty stressed out," she said softly, so no one else would hear.
Zack shrugged, and moved his head from one shoulder to the other, twisting his neck as he did so to try to relieve some tension. "New projects are always intense with me."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Zack looked over at her with a grin. "Not in the middle of class."
Gabrielle giggled. "You do remember that I wanted to come over to your place tonight, right?"
"Yeah. Are you sure the dorm mother won't have a problem?"
Gabrielle snickered derisively. "She's usually out partying herself."
"Okay. I'll have to go get my mom's car and come back to get you."
"You don't have a helmet."
"Is that really that important?"
"It is if you're going to ride with me. I'm not going to let you get hurt from something dumb."
She reached over and put her hand on his. "Thanks. It won't be a problem, will it?"
"Good. Will you take me to lunch again today?"
As the couple stood, they kissed each other softly for just a moment. Then, they collected their things and headed off for the noon meal.
After class, Zack rode to his new house. He pulled up to find Brian grabbing the last of some items out of his pickup.
"Hey, Zack," he said.
"Hey, man. Thanks for helping out."
"No problem. Say, I don't want to alarm you, but something weird's going on with your parents."
"What do you mean?" Zack asked, worried.
"Like, they're not talking to each other much. They don't argue, but they're just... not friendly. Did you do something to them?"
"Not intentionally," Zack said, and frowned. "I'll have to deal with it later. How much more stuff is there?"
"They said they wanted to stop. We got most of the important stuff. No room, really, for your old furniture, what with all the stuff that's in there."
"They pick themselves a bedroom?"
"Yeah. On the other side of the house from yours, I noticed."
Zack shrugged. He'd not given them any kind of instructions about that. It hadn't even occurred to him. "Maybe they're just trying to give me privacy."
Brian smiled. "Wendy said hi, by the way, as did my mom."
Shit. I need to get over to see them soon... but when?
Brian noted his friend's far-away look, and laughed. "You must be in love."
Zack looked crossly at his friend for a second, but then smiled. "So? At least I'm not sleeping with my sister..."
Brian blushed, but his retort was cut off because Zack's parents came out of the house just then.
'Hi, Honey," Sharon said to her son, walking over and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. The hand that ran over his chest did so in a very non-platonic manner, however.
"Hey, Mom. Hi, Dad. Are you guys almost done, or is there more stuff?"
"I think what's left can wait until later," Grant said immediately. "We'd like to eat, if it's okay..."
"Sure. But I can't. I need to go get Gabrielle. She wanted to come over and talk about something... I think she's worried about our next test. I don't know why; she did fine on the first one. Oh well. Anyway, I'll grab something with her."
"Hmph. Maybe I should ask Mary to move in, so you'll stay home and eat more often!" Sharon grumped. Zack blushed crimson at that remark; he'd thought of it himself more than once.
"Mom, can I borrow the car? Gabrielle doesn't have a bike helmet."
"Sure. Brian can take Grant over to get the other car while I start our dinner." She pulled the keys out of her purse and handed them to Zack. "Are you going to be long?"
"Just long enough to get her and pick up dinner. We'll come back here to talk up in my room."
Zack slipped into the Volvo as his father got into Brian's pickup, and the two left at about the same time, but headed in different directions. When Zack reached the school, he found Gabrielle waiting outside the dorm. She waved to him when she saw him, and then quickly walked to get in the car. She slid in next to him, and then leaned over to give him a kiss. He kissed her back briefly, but then let go.
"What do you want for dinner?" he asked.
"I thought we were going to your place to talk," she said, confused.
"We are, but it is dinner time. I managed to get you out of having to eat my mom's cooking, but we should probably eat something."
"I don't know. I'm not all that hungry. Maybe hamburgers or something?"
The couple was back at the house in another fifteen minutes. Gabrielle was staring at it in shock. Zack walked around the car and put his arm around her waist.
"My god, it's huge!"
"You sound like my mom." He kissed her on the cheek to make sure that wasn't taken the wrong way. Gabrielle shivered, and Zack could feel her nervousness picking up. It was even subverting her arousal, which was usually fairly high around him. He squeezed her more tightly, and led her into the house.
After a brief tour, and a hello to Zack's parents, they were up in the master bedroom. Zack set the sandwiches on his desk, and then pulled a table away from the wall, removing plants and candles and other pointless crap off it so they could actually use it. There were no useful chairs in the room yet, so he moved the table over to the bed, and they sat on the bed to eat. It would have made more sense to eat in the dining room, but it was obvious that Gabrielle wanted privacy.
Zack could feel Gabrielle's emotions beginning to reach such a level that he thought she wouldn't be able to stand it. He didn't know what the problem was, and he didn't know how to fix it... but he remembered that she'd told him to ask her something 'later.' He wondered if now was a good time, and decided to chance it.
"So... why wouldn't you go into class this morning?"
Gabrielle turned to look at him. He could feel her nervousness reach a peak, and it was tinged with indecision. He looked over at her, and smiled reassuringly. He set down his sandwich and put his hand on hers, giving it a little squeeze.
"I'm surprised you don't have the same problem," she said, finally.
"Being around so many people."
Zack shrugged. "I'm not very social, but I don't mind being around others..."
"But you're..." she said, and stopped. "You have to be. I can feel it."
"I'm what?" he asked, exasperated.
"You're a telepath. Doesn't it bother you, hearing everyone's thoughts all the time?"
Zack grew pale immediately. In a harsh whisper, he asked, "How the fuck do you know that?" He saw Gabrielle struggling with herself. Finally, she took a deep breath.
"Because I'm a telepath, too."
Zack stared at her in shock. He'd never guessed... never known... I wish I could hear people's thoughts better, I might have known about this. That was when he realized that the only person's thoughts he'd ever gotten clearly were hers.
"You've been sending messages to me, haven't you?"
Gabrielle blushed. "Not intentionally. Sometimes my thoughts... leak. It's so hard to keep it under control. You mean, you don't have the same problem?"
Zack shook his head. "So, you don't like being around a lot of people because you get overloaded by the voices."
"Yeah." She took a bite of her sandwich, relieved to have her secret in the open, and that he had not seemed overly troubled by it. "It can give me a headache after a while. That day we met, in the auditorium, I sat by you because I could tell you were like me... I mean, that you had telepathy. I didn't want to scare you, so I never used it with you, but..."
Zack nodded. "You've had it all your life?"
Gabrielle nodded in return. "Haven't you?"
"No. My telepathy isn't natural."
She looked at him curiously. "What do you mean, it isn't natural?"
Zack took a bite of his own sandwich, to give him time to put his thoughts in order. Then he set down his sandwich and pulled out his PDA.
"You've told me your secret. I guess it's only fair if I tell you mine. Do you remember when I used this on you? To get rid of your test anxiety?"
"Yeah... you said you hypnotized me."
"It's not hypnosis. The program in this machine alters people's minds. I can make almost anybody do almost anything after using this on them. I was also able to use it on myself, to give myself what little extrasensory powers I have. I'm not a real telepath. I can only sense emotions easily. I get a few thoughts here and there, but they've been mainly your thoughts about me. In order to get anyone else, I have to be in a trance-like state. It's getting easier, but it takes a lot of effort."
"You mean, this thing gave you telepathy? Why the hell would you want it?"
"That's a long story."
"So... what did you really do to me that night? Did I become your love slave?"
Zack smiled at her. "I've already got one of those. No, all I did to you was to take away your test anxiety."
"Why? Don't you like me?"
"Yes, I do. But... I didn't need to do anything to you. I didn't need anything from you but your friendship, and I already had that. Sex turned out to be a part of the bargain, which was great, too." Gabrielle blushed, and Zack stroked her arm. "I use this to get what I want. I already had what I wanted from you, so there was no reason to do anything to you."
"Would you have? If I'd not liked you?"
"I don't know. If you hadn't sat by me that day, I might not have noticed you. I haven't paid much attention to the other girls in the class, either. Too many coeds running around." He blushed at his admission. "Still... if you'd caught my attention... yeah, I might have."
Zack didn't understand why she actually smiled at that. She then leaned over and kissed him.
"What was that for? I figured that would piss you off."
"Well, I'm not sure I'd have liked being enslaved, but you were honest about it... and it means you do like me, if you would have taken me."
"Oh." Zack smiled again, slightly confused, but willing to live with it.
"So, how did you get this?" she asked, toying with the device.
"That is a very long story."
"We've got all night."
So Zack told her.
When Zack finished telling Gabrielle everything, and he left no details out, she was leaning against him, her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him.
"So, you have other girls, don't you?"
"It's okay. I mean, it's not like I live here. We couldn't have much of a relationship beyond the summer. But you're cheating on them with me..."
"They don't mind."
"Only because the program made them that way."
"True. But some of them asked me to make them that way."
"Really?" she asked, looking up.
"Yeah. That's another long story, for another time."
Gabrielle laid her head back against his shoulder. After a while, she said, "Adam's going to be a problem."
"What are you going to do?"
"That, I don't know. I'm not sure what he has planned. I need to come up with a plan to protect myself and my family."
"Would you like some help?" she asked, sitting up, but keeping her hands in contact with his body.
"From you? Yes," Zack answered without taking any time to think about it. He found it easy to trust her, which was odd in and of itself, but she'd revealed her own secret, and that made him much readier to believe in her.
"I'll make you a deal."
"What is it?"
"I'll help you work out whatever you need to do, I'll help you deal with Adam... but I want the other PDA he gave you."
"You want the program?"
"Yes. And I want your version of it, not his. I trust you, I'm not about to trust him."
"We need to write an access code into your head."
Gabrielle nodded. "Yes, I'd like that... but I will give you my access code."
"Why do I need it?"
"Just my way of proving that I trust you." She kissed him softly. When she broke the kiss, she asked, "I don't suppose this thing can submerge my telepathy, can it?"
"I don't know. Maybe we can find a way to allow you to turn it on and off. I'm willing to look into it."
"Good. Now, I believe it would be customary for us to close this deal with some form of physical contact?"
"Usually," Zack said, as Gabrielle straddled his lap, "it's just a handshake."
"Fuck that," Gabrielle said, and plastered her lips to his.
Well, this is going to be much more fun than a handshake...
When Zack woke up the next morning, he felt Gabrielle's body resting against his. She'd turned her back toward him some time during the night, but she'd cuddled as close to him as she could get. He rolled onto his side, spooning against her, and laid his arm over her. His fingers gently caressed her breast as his lips began to nibble on her ear.
It didn't take long before Gabrielle woke up with that kind of treatment. She sighed at the feel of him against her, and she wiggled her body until his erect cock was nestled in the crack of her ass cheeks.
"Good morning," she murmured softly.
"Hey," he replied. "What do you want to do today?" he asked.
"What you're already doing is pretty damn nice..." she answered with a grin.
"I meant after that," he said, kissing her earlobe.
"I want you to teach me how to use the program."
Zack didn't stop his ministrations, but he did move his mouth just slightly away from her ear. "You never did tell me why you want it."
"Why did you want it?" she asked mischievously.
"To get laid, quite frankly."
"All right, then."
"But you're about to get laid," Zack said with a chuckle.
"But I won't have you forever."
"And besides," she said, rolling over and wrapping her arms around his neck, "I wouldn't mind living in a nice big house like this myself." She kissed him passionately, and their talk was ended for a little while.
After the couple finally made it out of the bedroom, they went down to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Oddly, they found Zack's mother waiting there for them.
"Good morning, you two. Would you like something to eat?"
"Hey, Mom. Yeah. But what are you doing home?"
"I took a few days off work to get settled in. Someone has to put all the stuff where it belongs." She smiled at her son, and he went over and gave her a hug, which he tried very hard to keep platonic. His mother didn't make that easy, but she didn't wish to cause trouble, so she restrained her instincts. When she let him go, though, the look in her eyes said, Soon.
"Since you're staying home, do you mind if I borrow the car?" Zack said, sitting at the bar with Gabrielle. "I wanted to show Gabrielle some stuff, and she doesn't have a helmet, so..."
"Sure, Hon. Not a problem. You know where the keys are."
Zack turned off the car, and looked over at Gabrielle. They were sitting in one of the parking lots at the college, close to several walkways but still isolated enough by some bushes and such that no one would pay much attention to them.
"Okay, so... what do you want me to show you first?" he asked. It would be strange trying to train someone to use PAO, but he knew that Gabrielle was at least as smart as he was, and so should probably pick up on things quickly.
"I need to see you use it. I need to see how it works."
"You've already seen me use it," he said with a smile.
"On someone else, you turkey!" she said, swatting him playfully.
"Okay, I guess. What do you want me to make them do?"
"Whatever you feel like. I just need to see how the process works."
Zack eyed her carefully, but figured if she was going to use it for the same things he'd been... Zack scrolled through his scripts, and chose one.
"I've written a couple dozen scripts ahead of time, just in case I ever need them. You know, things like getting myself out of a jam with the cops and stuff like that. The one I'm going to use is very general, it just forces them to obey me."
"Isn't that really the only script you need?"
"I don't like to use this one too much for anything serious. With the written scripts, you can debug what you've told them to do before you use it. You can't change things you've already said."
"Good point. So, when you write the script, you go back and look for loopholes."
"Exactly. When you're giving verbal commands, you've got to be very careful about what you say."
"I'll remember that. Are you stalling?"
"Uh... someone to control?"
Gabrielle laughed. There wasn't anyone walking along the path near their car at the moment. "Sorry, I forgot."
Zack smiled at her, but then his eye caught movement beyond her. He focused on the person coming along the path, and knew that he'd found his playtoy for the moment.
"I'll be right back," he said, leaning over and kissing her softly. She didn't deepen the kiss only because she needed to see what he was going to do.
Zack stepped out of the car, and then through the shrubbery onto the path, in plain view of the girl who was now about thirty feet away. He was staring down at his PDA in obvious confusion, and as she got closer, his head came up in a good approximation of being startled.
"Excuse me," he said to her, "Can you tell me how to get to the main office? Someone dropped this, and I'd like to turn it in..."
As the girl began to speak, Zack raised his PDA. "You should really take it to the campus po-" the girl's voice stopped dead as Program Alpha-Omega engulfed her brain. She stared for the next minute, and then shrugged three times. Zack dropped his arm, and motioned the girl to come closer.
"How long until your next class?" he asked.
"About an hour and a half," she answered automatically, her voice was soft. She was a very pretty brunette, somewhat shorter than he was.
"What's your name?"
"Come with me, Jill."
Zack led Jill to the car, and opened the back door. He motioned her in, and had her scoot over, then climbed in beside her. He looked forward to see Gabrielle looking at him.
"So, now what?"
"Now, I order her to do whatever it is I want her to do."
"Like?" Gabrielle asked with a twinkle in her eyes. In response, Zack simply unfastened his pants. He lifted his hips up just enough to pull his jeans and briefs down past his knees.
"Jill, I want you to give me a blowjob," he said. Jill didn't wince or hesitate. She leaned over and took his quickly stiffening prick into her gentle hand. A few strokes had him fully erect, and she began to kiss his shaft. Her tongue slipped out and worked along the length of his cock, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from Zack.
Gabrielle watched in fascination. She'd never given anyone a blowjob before, and wasn't sure she wanted to, but the look on Zack's face gave her pause to consider. Jill seemed to be enjoying the task, but Gabrielle didn't know if that was part of her programming or not.
Jill's mouth moved to the tip of Zack's dick, and then descended, opening just enough to allow his prick to slide between her lips, while her tongue waggled along the side of his shaft. Zack grunted, then opened his eyes to look at Gabrielle, who smiled at him.
"You... told me to do whatever I wanted," he said, straining to keep his voice even.
"You like that?" she asked, indicating the blowjob he was getting.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed. Jill was picking up speed, and Zack put his hand gently on the back of her head. "Slow down a little. Make it last."
Jill moaned agreement, and her moves slowed down immediately.
"Is it as good as screwing?" Gabrielle asked.
"I don't know. I haven't screwed her yet," he said with a smile. He felt Jill shiver beneath him, but he didn't know if that was excitement or fear.
"You know what I mean."
"It's pretty damn good. I'd still rather get laid if it's either/or, but I like getting both, quite frankly."
"Oh." Gabrielle turned forward for a moment, not because she was offended by the sight, but because she wanted to think a little more clearly, and Jill's actions were distracting her. She looked out the window, seeing several kids pass by, and wondering if they had any notion that someone was getting blown in this car by a girl under his control.
Gabrielle's thoughts were interrupted by a quiet but intense grunt, and she turned back to see Jill's mouth working to swallow Zack's seed. Gabrielle looked into Zack's eyes, to find he was staring back at her. Jill, of course, noticed none of that.
Zack finally looked down at Jill, who had swallowed all of his cum and just kept sucking. He took only a few moments to become erect again, and he wondered what he should do about that. He let his hand trail down Jill's back to her ass. He squeezed her butt through her skirt. The fact that she was wearing a skirt gave him an opportunity he wouldn't otherwise have.
"Take off your panties," he told her.
Jill sat up immediately, and struggled a little to remove her underwear. She held them up for him, and he took them from her hand, tossing them up onto the driver's seat. He patted his hip, and she got the idea. With a huge smile, she moved to sit in his lap. He lifted the edge of her skirt, and she settled down onto him, his cock resting just in front of her pussy.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Master?" she asked with a smile.
Zack looked up at Gabrielle. She smirked at him.
"Go for it. You know you want to."
Zack smiled at her, and then he had Jill lift herself. He reached down and held his dick in position, and then she slipped down onto him, embedding his dick into her pussy. He sighed as he felt her slide down, the sideways position causing interesting sensations on his shaft. He held her in place.
"Use your muscles to keep me aroused," he said to her. Jill smiled at him, and began to work her pussy against his dick. Zack smiled, and then he kissed her. She kissed back passionately, her tongue invading his mouth. He let her do that for a while, but then he broke the kiss. He let his hand cup her breast for a moment to apologize, but he needed to talk with Gabrielle.
"Too bad it would look just a little weird if I sat on some guy's lap next to you. Besides the fact that I'd probably break his legs." Gabrielle frowned at herself.
"There's nothing wrong with you," Zack said honestly. He knew she was overweight, but it looked good on her, and she was such a nice person it didn't much matter. Besides, she was his partner now, and he didn't want her feeling bad about herself.
"Yeah, sure. Anyway, my point is, I can't exactly do what you're doing."
"No, but we can always take our playthings back to the house."
"But your mother..."
"Won't say a word."
"You... you're controlling her, too?"
"I had to keep my parents from getting in my way. I let them do their parent-shit except for that."
Gabrielle smiled at him. "There's something more between you and your mom."
Zack blushed. "Not as much as she'd like there to be," he said honestly.
"She's come on to you? Did you program that into her?"
"Not intentionally. I think I might have fucked up at some point, though. In the early days with this thing, I was making a lot of mistakes, it was all trial and error. I think she was part error."
"Oh. Are you going to fix her?"
"I don't know."
"Are you going to sleep with her?" Gabrielle asked, intrigued.
"I don't know that, either."
"What's stopping you?"
"Well, she is my mom..."
"There is that."
"On the other hand..."
"Yeah, there's always an 'other hand,' isn't there?" Gabrielle said with a smile.
"Shouldn't you be looking for a target?" Zack said, trying to derail this particular conversation.
"I'm not ready yet. I want to see how you actually got them to look at the device."
Zack shrugged. "Just invent something. All you really need to do is get them looking at the screen when you press the button. The program grabs them almost immediately. Once it has their undivided attention, it begins programming them."
"So, what would happen if they saw the first couple seconds, where it grabs them, and then... I don't know, like the PDA broke or something, and that was all they saw?"
"That's... a good question. I don't know."
"Perhaps we should find out."
"It could be dangerous."
"So find out on someone you don't like." Gabrielle smiled wickedly at him.
"Geez, you're even more evil than I am!" he said with a smile. Gabrielle laughed at him.
"This coming from a guy with his dick buried up his slave's cunt," she said with a chuckle.
"Yep," he said, likewise laughing.
"Still," she said, after getting over her laugh, "I want to actually hear you when you do it. I saw what you did before, but I couldn't hear anything."
Zack shrugged. "Okay... it'll be a little harder to do now, since there's this girl in my lap, but... we'll see what I can pull off."
"Master? How much longer do you want to fuck me?" Jill asked. The question was delivered in such a way that Zack felt his dick twitch.
"All day, really, but I don't want you to miss class."
"I'll have to leave soon, then. I need to clean up before class."
"Good point. Well, let's see if we can't find some other playmates, then."
"Some of my friends are coming this way... would any of them do?"
Zack looked, and there was a trio of girls coming along the path. Zack pressed the button to roll down the window on the passenger's side of the car.
"Call them over," he said, getting the PDA out. That was tricky, with Jill firmly entrenched in his lap, but he managed it.
Jill called out to the other girls, and waved them over. Zack had the same script ready to run. He was going to make a point to Gabrielle. When the three girls had all leaned down to look in the car, as he'd expected them to, Zack simply raised the PDA and pressed Execute.
The girls flinched when he raised the device, but as soon as they saw the screen flash, their eyes were riveted to it. A minute later, they all shrugged three times.
"When do you have class?" he asked them.
"In about an hour," the first girl said.
"She's in my class," Jill whispered to him.
"I'm done for the day," the second girl replied.
"Me, too," the third agreed.
Zack looked them all over. They were all well built, all pretty. He asked Gabrielle for a pen and her notebook, which she handed him.
"Jill, write down your name, phone number, and your dorm room." She did this.
"What's your name?" he asked the first girl, the one in Jill's class.
"Kelly, I won't keep you today, because I don't want you to miss class. Write down your name, number and dorm room, too." As Kelly was doing that, Zack opened the car door, and he had Jill get out. She pouted as his dick slipped from inside her, but she didn't complain. She made sure to stand in the door, to block any view of his erect dick from the public.
As she finished writing down her information, Kelly got her first look at Zack's cock, and her eyes fixated on it.
Zack saw her reaction. "Open the door, and climb in. I can't keep you, but I need you to relieve all this pressure that Jill's tight little pussy built up."
Gabrielle watched all of this in silence. She had noted Zack's lack of words when he used the PDA. She'd wondered if there was some kind of hypnotic induction that went with the device, one that maybe Zack hadn't even known he was doing, but his silence killed that idea. She heard him grunt, and saw that Kelly had taken his cock all the way into her throat. Gabrielle almost gagged for the girl, but managed to turn her head while Zack got his rocks off, which didn't take very long.
When Kelly straightened up to look Zack in the eyes, he leaned over and kissed her. She smiled when he sat back.
"Why don't you and Jill go to class now? The rest of us are going to play. I'll call you later."
"Thank you, Master," Kelly said, and kissed him again, on her own. Then she slid across his lap, rubbing intentionally against his cock, and out the door where Jill was standing. The two looked back at their master, and then walked away with a wave. Zack waved, and then turned to the other two.
"Come on in," he said, closing the driver-side door and then moving to the middle. The first girl climbed in and then slipped across him, to sit on the driver's side. The last girl got in and closed the door. Her eyes were already riveted to his dick.
Gabrielle turned in her seat, so she could see him and talk to him more easily. Zack leaned forward, and he put his hand behind her head. Pulling her gently to him, he kissed her. Gabrielle was surprised, with these two in the car, that he would want to kiss her, but she relished it nonetheless.
"Now it's your turn," he said after breaking the kiss. He handed her the PDA and said, "Find a target, point, and shoot. Pretend it's a camera," he said with a laugh. Zack leaned back and put an arm around each girl. A couple of questions found that the redhead on his left was named Angela, and the brunette on his right was named Courtney. He pulled the ladies close, and they came willingly, while Gabrielle kept her eyes open for a suitable target for herself.
Zack was a little startled when Gabrielle swiftly opened her car door and disappeared. He shrugged, holding on to his two playmates until Gabrielle came back. She ushered a slightly older guy - probably a junior or senior - into the car, and then she walked around to the driver's side. When she slipped into the seat, her hand reached back to hand Zack the underwear that Jill had left there.
"Only one?" he asked, taking the garment from her.
"I don't think I'm ready for anything more advanced than that."
Zack shrugged again. "I guess we can head back to my house, then."
"Okay." Gabrielle started the car, and drove carefully back to the mansion.
Sharon was arranging items in the living room when the gang entered the house. Zack stopped, because she was looking at him, and then at the girls. He could see the hunger in her eyes.
"Gabrielle, could you show everyone up to my room, please?"
"Sure thing." The girls followed Gabrielle, as did her slave. Zack waited until they were out of the room before he stepped over to his mother.
"It... might be best if you stayed out of that part of the house for a little while," he said softly. It wasn't an order; he just didn't want her to feel even worse. She nodded at him. On an impulse, Zack stepped closer, and took his mother into his arms. She came willingly, gladly, and she closed her eyes as her son's lips touched hers. They kissed for a long moment, before Zack gently disengaged.
"Will you want lunch?" she asked.
"Probably late, maybe two o'clock." Sharon nodded, her hands still holding on to her son.
"I love you, Zack."
"I love you, too, Mom. I better get up to my... friends."
Sharon reluctantly let her son go, and she watched him as he left the room. She knew, without a doubt, that sex was about to happen on a large scale upstairs. Some part of her thought she was supposed to stop it. A much larger part longed to go up and join in. She listened to neither of them.
Zack found everyone milling around when he entered the master bedroom. Gabrielle was studying her partner, whose name turned out to be John. The girls were looking around the room until Zack came in, at which point they immediately walked to him and each one took hold of an arm, resting their heads on each shoulder.
I could get used to this.
"I'm... not sure I want an audience," Gabrielle said hesitantly. She didn't want to hurt Zack's feelings, but she was uncomfortable with him watching.
Zack chuckled. "Don't worry. I want to find out just how big the shower really is, so you can use the bed for now."
"Thanks," she said with relief. As she turned to John, Zack looked down at the ladies on his arms.
"Okay, girls, let's see how fast you can get in the bathroom and naked."
The girls sprinted for the bathroom. Zack followed, laughing. By the time he made it into the bathroom himself, Courtney was already stripping off her panties, and Angela was removing her bra. He stood back for a moment after closing the door, to admire their nubile young bodies. Angela was of Irish descent, and had the flaming red hair and freckles to prove it, along with brilliant green eyes, a small nose and a small mouth that was constantly turned up in a smile.
Courtney was curvier than Angela, and her eyes were more intense. Her face was oval, and her nose was upturned. Her full lips pouted slightly, and Zack was turned on just looking at her body.
Before undressing, Zack walked over to the shower and turned on the water, to let it heat up. Turning to face the girls, both of whom were standing with their hands clasped just in front of their belly buttons, Zack slowly removed his clothes. He enjoyed watching their eyes follow his hands as they unveiled skin. When he finally got to his briefs and pushed them off his hips, he couldn't hold in the chuckle as two sets of eyes locked on his semi-erect organ.
"Okay, everyone in the shower," he proclaimed. The girls were more than happy to oblige, and soon their bodies were wet and shimmering. Zack moved in with them, and closed the shower door.
Neither girl knew quite what they were allowed to do, nor what he wanted from them exactly. He smiled.
"Has either of you given head before?" Both girls nodded, and so he chose the one he thought would be better at it. "Courtney." Courtney immediately dropped to her knees and took his semi-stiff shaft in hand. Her tongue came out to lick along the underside of his shaft, bringing him very quickly to full erection.
Meanwhile, Zack pulled Angela close, and they began to kiss. His tongue was soon slipping between her lips, and she moaned against it as his hand sought out a breast and tweaked her nipple. He kept that up as they kissed, keeping her highly aroused.
Courtney's mouth soon engulfed Zack's cock, and he moaned into Angela's mouth at the feel of Courtney's lips sliding along his length. He knew that either he'd been right about who was more talented, or Angela would have to be unbelievably good. Zack let his hand leave Angela's breast, and he rested it gently on Courtney's head, as a sign of encouragement. Courtney quickened her pace at that, knowing she was pleasing him.
Angela was doing her best to wrap herself around Zack with Courtney in the way. He thought to return his hand to her tit, but changed his mind. Moving his hand further down, he slipped it between Angela's legs. As his middle finger slipped deep inside her, she grunted into his mouth, her body twitching at the pleasure he was causing. As his finger began to move in and out, she rolled her hips at him and groaned more loudly.
Zack broke their kiss so that Angela could move more freely. Her groaning now filled the small space. Courtney hummed on Zack's cock, causing him to feel tingles all along his spine. He managed to keep his finger working in Angela's cunt, and he knew she was close to coming. He increased the speed of his movements, and that sent Angela through the roof. She screamed out, her orgasm washing over her body. Zack had to react quickly, as her knees gave out and she collapsed against him, nearly falling on top of Courtney, who did not stop her ministrations on Zack's prick.
Zack could feel his own climax approaching as Courtney's mouth continued to work him over. He grunted a warning, but she didn't stop, and when his cum burst forth from the tip of his dick, she merely swallowed happily, milking him for every single drop of his spunk.
"Keep sucking until I'm hard again, and you'll get a reward," he said breathlessly. Courtney renewed her efforts, and it felt like Zack had plugged himself into a Hoover. In no time at all, Courtney had him back at full staff.
"Stand up and turn around," he said. Courtney did so immediately. Very gently, Zack set Angela down on the built-in seat in the shower. She looked up at him with a delirious smile on her face, and he leaned down to kiss her again. Then he turned to his other toy.
Moving up close behind her, he knew she could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass. He moved his hands around until they cupped her tits, and he fondled her breasts tenderly. His foot moved between her legs, gently pushing her feet further apart. She cooperated readily, until her legs were far enough apart that she was worried about her balance.
"Lean forward," he whispered in her ear, just before kissing her earlobe. She shivered as she leaned forward, supporting her weight on her arms against the tile wall.
Zack moved back ever so slightly, letting his dick slip between her legs. After a couple of passes across her pussy lips, exciting her even further, he changed his angle, and felt his dick penetrate her tunnel. Courtney cried out in pleasure as Zack slowly worked his length into her, an inch at a time. When he was fully buried inside her, he stopped and played with her tits some more, which pleased Courtney greatly.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Oh, God, yes!" she nearly screamed.
Zack pulled out about halfway, and then rammed full force into her. Courtney screamed in bliss, but Zack didn't slow down. He repeated his actions again and again, driving Courtney insane with pleasure. She was soon at, and past, the point of no return. She began to buck back at him, screaming out her orgasm, but he barely noticed, continuing to slam into her full force.
Courtney had two more orgasms that way, and was well on her way to her fourth of the morning, when Zack felt a soft hand run up between his legs. He looked down to see Angela kneeling beside him. She looked up at him with a smile as her hand very gingerly ran over his balls. Zack shivered at that, and he felt his balls tighten. His pace into Courtney became even more rapid, and his hands began to grope her tits more forcefully.
"Yes!" Courtney screamed. Zack was paying attention to Angela, however, who kept her eyes locked on his. As he fucked Courtney faster and faster, Angela just smiled at him, caressing his balls as he fucked her friend.
Eventually, it was more than Zack could stand, and he blasted his load deep into Courtney's pussy. The heat and strength of it sent Courtney blasting into the stratosphere, her mind lost in bliss. Zack grunted with each spurt, but his eyes never left Angela. She stood up slowly, and as the last spurts of his orgasm left him, their lips met.
For the longest moment, Zack and Angela kissed, ignoring the nearly unconscious girl in the shower with them. He didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew she could kiss.
After a few moments to calm down, Zack slipped out of Courtney, who slowly collapsed to the floor, nearly oblivious to what was going on now.
"You stay here with her. I'm going to go check on the others."
"What if the water gets cold, Master?" Angela asked.
"It won't." Angela simply nodded. Zack stepped out of the shower, and closed the door, then toweled himself off. He grabbed his bathrobe and went to see what was happening with Gabrielle.
When Zack entered the bedroom, he saw John entering Gabrielle. He smiled at that, but thought they should have been screwing long before now. He walked over to the bed, where Gabrielle lay with her eyes shut. He looked down at her, and felt a small twinge of jealousy.
Though he knew she said she wasn't ready for it, he couldn't resist. Zack very slowly leaned down and let his hands come to rest on Gabrielle's breasts. Her eyes opened immediately, and she looked up at him, first in concern, but then with a smile.
"I figured you two would have been going at it long before now," he said softly, ignoring the man who was fucking her.
"We were. He isn't very good... I mean, he came before I did."
"You shouldn't have let him," Zack said with a smile.
"Like I can control him that much."
Zack paused. He didn't know if that level of physical control was possible or not. I wonder if I could do it to myself... He shook the thought off for the moment, and looked back at Gabrielle.
"Well, let's see if we can't make sure you come this time."
"Zack..." she started to object, but his lips pressed softly against hers, and she realized her heart was not in the objection.
The gang finally came down for lunch around 2:30. Sharon didn't complain that they were late, nor did she say anything about what had obviously been going on. She made a large plate of sandwiches and sat down at the table next to her son, while they all ate ravenously.
Zack looked over at his mother, and he felt just a little guilty. He knew she was in need, but he couldn't yet bring himself to do anything about it. He wasn't sure what to do, really, and so he tried to set it aside. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, but for both it was a slightly strained gesture.
No one else noticed, however, and the rest of lunch was peaceful.
Zack woke up the following morning to find a soft body lying next to him. This was odd because he'd gone to sleep alone. He had a sneaking suspicion who it was, and so this time, he opened his eyes before embracing her.
"Morning, Mom," he said softly. She was wearing her nightgown, and lying on top of the covers, but she was looking at him in a way he knew all too well. She leaned in and kissed him, and he allowed it. He put his arm around her and pulled her closer, letting his tongue slip out and into her mouth. Sharon sighed softly into his mouth, and pushed herself against him. They kissed for a long moment before they finally separated, this time mutually.
"I don't want to make you late for school," she said, her voice somewhat sad. Zack caressed her cheek. He'd never intended to subvert his mother in this way, but he had to admit she was good at arousing him. He didn't really want to think about it this morning, however. He needed to get moving if he was going to be on time.
Gently, he pushed her away. She let him up, but she didn't leave, or avert her gaze, as he got out of bed and went to grab clothing for the day. She watched him get dressed, and only then did she get up off the bed.
Coming to her son again, she kissed him, holding him in her arms. Zack kissed her back, and he let his hands slip down until they were resting on her ass. Sharon moved closer to him, pushing herself against her son. He let her do that for a while, before he knew he had to stop.
"If I don't go now, I'll be late," he said, trying to regain his composure. She smiled at him, again in a slightly sad way, but she didn't say anything. "See you tonight."
"Are you actually coming home tonight?" she asked, a twinge of hurt in her voice. That stopped Zack cold. He turned to face her.
"Um... yeah, I'll be home for dinner. I might invite someone over to join us, though... I don't know."
"I thought you made people avoid my cooking," she said with a chuckle, finally lightening up.
Zack smiled at her. "Well... make something simple." He laughed, and she chuckled, as well. "Anyway, gotta go. See ya." Zack hustled out of the bedroom and out the door.
Sharon sat down on the bed, and sighed heavily. Her hands caressed the warm sheets where her son had just been lying. She lay down in the same spot, put her head on his pillow, and wept in frustration.
Zack walked into class about thirty seconds before the teacher did. He hustled over and kissed Gabrielle before he sat down.
"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she said, a little worried.
"Overslept," he replied. Gabrielle wasn't so sure about that, but she didn't have time to ask him about it further, as the teacher walked in and immediately broke into his lecture.
Zack was grateful for the lecture. It allowed him to get his mind off his mother, and it prevented Gabrielle from asking him about it. He let his mind become absorbed with the programming tasks at hand. Everything else dwindled away into nothingness as he focused, as he always did, on the computer.
Zack walked into the house to find it very quiet. He'd invited Gabrielle over, but she'd felt the need to study for the test the next day, and felt that he was more of a distraction at this point than a study help. He smiled, thinking she was probably right. He didn't worry too much about it, though. He'd also considered just finding some girl to bring home and have fun with, but he was still a little worn out from the day before, and figured he'd take a night off.
He wandered around, looking to see if anyone was home yet. He walked through the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room, but found no one. He figured neither of his parents had gotten home yet, and went up to his room to change.
He found his mother, lying on his bed, asleep. He didn't know if she'd been there all day or not, but she'd managed to dress at some point. He shucked his shoes and dropped his bag and jacket on a chair, and then he went and sat on the bed beside her.
Sharon stirred when she felt her son next to her. She opened her eyes, and saw him looking down at her. Zack rested his hand on her arm, and she smiled. When Zack leaned back against the headboard, Sharon moved herself up to a sitting position. She pushed herself against her son, and was gratified that he didn't pull away, instead wrapping his arm around her shoulders and hugging her.
"Mom, I'm just not ready for this."
Sharon's heart broke, but she nodded, the tears stinging her eyes. "I can wait," she said, the hurt evident in her voice.
Zack didn't need his empathy to feel her pain. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He knew what she wanted him to do, and he knew what the 'moral' thing to do was, but he didn't know what he wanted, and so he didn't know what he would eventually do about it.
"Am I not pretty enough?" Sharon asked her son, hurt filling her question.
"That's not it, Mom," he said, not wanting her to feel bad about herself. "It's just... you're my mom."
"So, if I wasn't your mom..."
Zack hugged her tighter. "If you weren't my mom, and we were sitting like this on the bed together... no, actually, if you weren't my mom, I'd have never made it out of bed this morning!"
Sharon snuggled tighter against her son at his words. "Will you ever..."
"I don't know," he said, cutting off her question, because he knew how much it hurt her to ask. "Have you tried to get Dad interested?"
"Honey, your father's never really been all that sexually motivated. He's kind of... quiet. We were a good match up until a few weeks ago. I don't know what's come over me, I'm just... I have needs, Zack, and your father can't meet them."
Zack squeezed his mother again, and that quieted her. He leaned his head back against the headboard, and closed his eyes. He felt his mother shift against him, turning herself more so that she could embrace him. He could feel her tits press against his chest, and he felt her warm breath on his cheek as she laid her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back through her blouse, and the two sat, silently thinking their own thoughts.
Finally, Zack couldn't stand the tension. He sat up a little straighter, and Sharon leaned back from him. He put his hand behind her head, and gently pulled her to him. Their lips touched tenderly, and Zack kept the kiss that way; it was definitely not platonic, but it was not passionate. After a while, he broke it off.
"Give me just a little more time?" he asked.
Sharon nodded, her eyes brimming with hope. He hadn't said no, yet; there was still a chance.
Zack made it out of the house the next morning without any problems. He kissed his mother good-bye, but he was careful not to let that take too long. She'd been more than willing to let him do whatever he pleased to her, but he simply didn't have the time for anything more than a warm kiss.
As he pulled up to the school and turned off his bike, he sighed heavily. Things were getting serious with his mother, and he knew he needed to do something about it.
I suppose I could just change Dad... But it seems like every time I try to alter those two, something weird happens. I'm not sure it would come out as I expect it to. And that could make things even worse than they already are. Besides, I'm not sure if I can increase his sex drive any more than I'm sure if I can increase my own stamina. It's something I need to work on over the weekend.
While Zack was considering all these things, he didn't notice Linda coming up beside him. He was, therefore, startled when she spoke.
"Hey, Zack," she said sweetly. Zack jumped slightly, and his head snapped around to look at her. When he saw her, he smiled with his eyes, since he was still wearing his helmet, and she couldn't see his mouth. He took the helmet off, and hung it on the handlebars. He reached out, and she came into his embrace, and they kissed. He hadn't seen Linda all week, and it was a good feeling to kiss her. Still, though, he felt that inky black emotion around her, and it made him shiver just to be near it.
When they were done kissing, Linda leaned against him as she asked, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night... if you don't already have plans..." She looked a little forlorn at the idea that he might.
Zack thought quickly, to make sure he hadn't made a commitment to anyone, then shook his head. "Nope, no other plans. Sure. Where would you like to go?"
"I just thought we could go to a movie and... whatever." She smiled at him.
"Okay, sure. Pick you up around seven?"
"That's good. You can bring your bike, I have a helmet."
Zack nodded, and kissed her again. "I'd better get going, or I'm going to be late for class."
Linda stepped back to let him off the bike, but then she gave him another brief kiss. "Tomorrow night. See ya!" She bounded off, leaving him to wonder at her exuberance for dating a high school kid.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Zack found Gabrielle waiting in her usual spot, outside the class. He kissed her far more passionately than either of the other two women this morning, and she kissed back just as hotly. They broke the kiss after a while, before they started going at it in the hallway.
"Who was she?" Gabrielle asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
"The other girl. I can taste her lipstick."
"Uh... actually, there were two, but I don't think Mom was wearing any lipstick, so it would have to be Linda."
"Did you... do... anything with your mom?" Gabrielle asked, her voice very low.
Zack shook his head. "I don't know what to do."
"Zack, you need to do something, and soon. I saw how she was looking at you on Wednesday. She's hurting, and at least she thinks you're the only possible cure."
"What do you think I should do?"
Gabrielle shrugged. "I don't know. How easy would it be to fix what you did to her?"
"I haven't got a clue. I'm not entirely sure what commands I gave that went wrong. It would mean looking through the script I used on her, which would mean finding it in my list of a hundred or more."
"So, that could be problematic."
"Yes. And come to think of it, that script ran on one of the earlier matrixes, so I'm not sure that the same problem would occur with the newest version of the program..."
"In other words, you don't think you can reverse it."
"Not without a lot of work."
"Then I don't see that you have any options. You can either let her suffer, or you can take her as a lover."
Zack felt his whole body twitch when Gabrielle said that. It confused him more than anything else. I don't want to screw my own mother... do I?
Zack walked into the house that night having made up his mind what was going to happen. It had taken him all day, and he'd even gotten yelled at in class for not paying attention, but he had finally come to a decision. Now, he only had to implement it.
No one was home yet, as his mother had gone to work this day. He changed into casual clothes, and played on his computer for a while, waiting for his parents to get home.
Zack heard the front door open and close, but he didn't do anything about it. If either of his parents wanted to talk to him, they would know where he was.
In fact, one of them did want to talk to him, and Zack was surprised that it was his father. When he heard someone come down the hall, he turned. His parents' room was in the other direction from the stairs, so whoever it was, they wanted to talk. When his father appeared in the doorway, Zack was a little confused.
"Hey, Dad. How was work?"
"The usual crap. Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure." Zack turned fully to face his father, who came in and leaned against the dresser.
"I guess maybe you've noticed that your mom and I aren't getting along so well right now."
Uh-oh. "Uh... well, yeah, I'd kind of noticed there was some... tension."
"The problems we're having are kind of private... but I wonder if your mother hasn't told you something? She's been spending a lot of time with you lately."
Zack shook his head, lying. "She just said she wanted some company."
Grant stood for a long moment, considering what to say. "I'd be careful around her, son. Your mother is... changing. She's... how do I say this to you without making you think your mother is a slut... she's becoming very sexually aggressive."
Zack feigned a look of confusion. "How would that matter to me?"
"Zack, I don't have a lot of interest in sex. I never have. I married your mother because I loved her. I still do, I guess... but she's... I can't meet her new needs, and I worry she might look elsewhere. Since she's been spending so much time with you, I worry she might... come on to you."
Zack eyed his father. He had never expected to have this kind of conversation with him. He'd never expected his father to admit his weakness to his own son in this way. The really tricky part was figuring out how to respond to it, without letting on what he already knew.
"You mean, Mom might try to... sleep with me?"
Grant bowed his head, and then nodded. "She's gotten so... well, so horny lately, I think you might be too much a temptation for her. After all, you got her that car, you've gotten us a new house... she might see you as being as much of a bread-winner as I am."
"What do you want me to do?" Zack asked. This was the big question. His father was telling him all this, why? Certainly there was a reason.
Grant looked at his son and blushed crimson. "I... can't tell you what to do, Zack. I know that sex among family members is supposed to be wrong, but I also worry where else your mother might look for companionship. I know she's going to cheat on me eventually; there's no way she can help it, in her current state. I've thought of asking her to get psychiatric help, but I think that would humiliate her, and I don't want to do that."
"So... if she hits on me..."
Grant paused for a very long moment, staring at his son blankly. Finally, he said, "Do what you think is best." He walked out of the room before his son could ask for a clarification of that. Best for whom? Me? Her? You? He sat back in his chair, more confused now than he had been before he'd made up his mind what to do in the first place.
He sat for a long time, wondering if this conversation changed his plan any. Finally, he decided that, no, it didn't. Just because Dad suspects what's been going on doesn't mean there is any reason to do anything different.
He turned back to his computer, to wait for his mom to get home.
Dinner that evening was a strained event. Everyone was eyeing everyone else, and all for different reasons. Zack watched his parents interact, or rather, not interact, since the only talking they did involved passing food back and forth. Zack could sense how bad this could get if he let it go on this way. His resolve to handle the situation increased.
After dinner, his father excused himself to go watch television in the den. That left Zack and his mother still sitting at the table together, still in silence. This silence, however, was more of his mother's making, as she felt embarrassed about her need. She had trouble concentrating at work, and her thoughts were filled with lustful thoughts of her son, and what he could do to her.
"Let me help you clean up," Zack said softly. His mother looked at him with a soft smile, wondering what it was he wanted; he never offered to help with dishes unless he wanted something.
Zack picked up his dishes, and carried them over to the sink. His mother joined him, and began to rinse off the dishes so they could be put in the dishwasher. While Zack was moving back and forth, he watched his mother, seeing how she moved. He needed to stay close to her to keep her from going in to sit with his father. That would complicate his evening, and he didn't need that just now.
When they were done, and the dishwasher was whirring away, Zack leaned against the counter next to his mom. She looked over at him and smiled. He took her hand, and pulled her over to himself. She came willingly into his embrace, and was relieved to feel his lips touch hers. She'd longed for this sensation all day, since he'd left that morning, and she had really needed the contact. When his hands ran down to cup her ass cheeks, she moaned into his mouth.
After a long time, Zack gently broke their kiss. He could see the desire and the need in his mother's gaze. He took her hand in his, and said, "Come on."
Sharon followed behind her son as he led her out of the kitchen, through the house to his bedroom upstairs. He turned and closed the door, and then locked it. Sharon flushed at the thought of him needing that level of privacy with her. Zack turned back to his mother, and embraced her, kissing her hotly, his tongue probing her lips until she parted them to allow it access. Soon their tongues were dancing together, and Zack carefully moved them over toward the bed.
Once they were at the bed, Zack broke the kiss. He looked at his mother in a new way; not as just a parent, but as a woman. He freely admitted she was not as pretty as Mary, but she was still lovely. He wanted to throw a little surprise at her, though, since he'd received one this afternoon.
"I had a little talk with Dad this afternoon."
Sharon paled a little, wondering where this was going.
"He thinks you might be trying to seduce me. He told me to be careful of you."
Sharon was shivering, but Zack's slight smile was holding her together. "What did he tell you to do about it?" she asked, hesitating.
"He told me to do what I thought was best," Zack replied.
"What do you think is best, Sweetheart?" his mother queried, terrified of the answer.
"This," Zack said, running his hands up her sides until they reached her breasts. He fondled and caressed her breasts, causing her to moan in passion. After a while, his hands left her breasts to move around to her back. Sharon moved against her son, letting him feel her body. Her leg pressed into his crotch, feeling the erection forming there.
Zack reached for the zipper on his mother's dress, and rapidly pulled it down. Before stepping away from her, he also unfastened her bra. As he stepped back, his hands took hold of the fabric, and drew it off her shoulders, and forward. Sharon held her arms out so the dress would come away cleanly, and in only a few seconds, she was entirely nude except for her panties, stockings, and heels. For the first time, Zack looked on his mother's naked breasts, and he found that his hand actually shook slightly as he reached to touch one.
Sharon shuddered as her son's fingers caressed her tit. She arched her back, pressing her flesh into his hand, encouraging him to do what he pleased. Zack slowly regained his usual confidence, and tweaked his mother's nipple, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. He leaned down and took her other nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it in long strokes. Sharon moaned loudly, holding on to her son so she wouldn't fall over, but Zack was actually pushing her backward, and it wasn't long before she lost her balance and fell backward. Zack used his free hand to keep her from falling too quickly, but she ended up on her back, on the bed, with her son's mouth still suckling at her tit.
Zack's hands reached down and took hold of his mother's panties. He released her tit, which caused a groan of discontent from her, but he ignored her for the moment, as he stood up and pulled her panties down off her hips. She brought her legs up and together, making it easier to get the undergarment off. Once it was clear of her feet, she spread her legs again, lewdly displaying herself for her son.
Zack pulled off his own shirt before he looked down at his mother's nude body. He stared at her heavily furred pussy, which he could tell was already glistening with her juices. As he unfastened his pants and let them drop, he bent over, and then knelt. Sharon looked down at her son, wondering just what he was doing. As his head bent forward and she realized that she was going to be eaten out for the first time in many, many years, she let her head fall back. She groaned as his tongue slid across her pussy lips, and her hips rolled, trying to get greater contact.
Zack moved his tongue back and forth over his mother's cunt, and he enjoyed her reaction. He finished undressing himself as he continued to pleasure her, and she never noticed his other movements. As his tongue slipped up to tease her clit, a finger pushed its way into her pussy. Sharon cried out in joy at the feel of his finger inside her, and as his tongue made contact with her clit, she bucked her hips at him.
Zack knew that his mother must be close, and so he began to flick his tongue over her clit as his finger moved rapidly in and out of her. Sharon was twisting her head from side to side now, grunting out her arousal. It wasn't long before she reached down and grabbed hold of Zack's head, forcing his tongue against her clit. His hand was flooded with her juices as she screamed and came, her hips still bucking at him. For a long moment, Zack couldn't breathe, but he didn't panic. His mother soon came down from her high, letting go of his head and falling back onto the bed. Zack very carefully removed his finger from her pussy, and then sucked on it. His mother tasted very sweet compared to many of the other girls he'd been with. He slipped up onto the bed beside her, and rubbed her stomach as he waited for her to recover.
After a minute or so, Sharon opened her eyes to look at her son. She smiled warmly at him. "Your father has never done that to me."
"Shame on him," Zack said with a smile. He leaned down and kissed his mother, letting her taste her own juices on his tongue. She shared it happily, and put her arms around her son, trying to pull him on top of her.
Zack soon got the idea, and he embraced his mom. Remembering what happened with Gabrielle, he first pulled them both fully onto the bed, then he rolled on top of his mother, supporting himself on his elbows. His fully erect cock was pressing against her abdomen, and she moaned at the feel of it.
When Zack broke their kiss, she looked up at him with lust in her eyes. "Fuck me, please," she said softly.
Zack lifted his hips, letting his dick slide down into his mother's pussy fur. She wiggled her hips, trying to get his cock in just the right position. After only a few seconds, they were both happy with the position, and Zack pressed forward. His dick slid into her easily, and Zack marveled for just a moment that he was now fucking his own mother.
"Oh, god, Baby!" his mother cried out as he filled her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips, so he couldn't retreat. Looking down at her, he began to slide his cock in and out of her at a furious pace. He'd read her right; she wanted to be fucked, not made love to.
Sharon was soon screaming through her next orgasm. Zack didn't even slow down, and it prolonged her climax even further. He leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he continued to ram into her at full force. There was no finesse here, and no tenderness; they were two wild animals fulfilling a primal need.
Zack could feel his balls tightening, and he knew he was close. He started to take longer strokes, but just as fast, slamming harder and harder into his mother. She was pushed right to the edge of her orgasm. When Zack finally thrust his hips in to full depth and spewed his load inside her, she came harder than she could ever remember. Her back arched, thrusting her body against his as they both rocked and twisted through their climaxes.
Zack stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. He turned and handed it to his mother. They'd been going at it for over three hours, and both of them were thoroughly worn out. Zack turned, and on impulse, he took the towel back from Sharon. He unfolded it, and began to dry her off. Sharon blushed, but allowed her son to caress her skin with the towel. If she wasn't so tired, she would be aroused by his actions.
When Zack had finished drying her off, he wrapped the towel around her, and then he hugged her tightly. They kissed gently for a long time, and then they just stood there, holding each other.
"I love you, Mom," Zack said quietly. His love had gained a new level in the last few hours, and it showed in his gaze.
"I love you, too, Sweetheart," she replied. She then stifled a yawn. "Sorry, Baby, but you wore me out. Thank you," she said with a smile. She hugged him again, and he gave her a soft, quick kiss.
"Good thing tomorrow's Saturday. You don't have to go to work."
Sharon chuckled. "I think your father probably is going to know what you think is 'best', don't you?"
Zack looked out the bathroom door to his alarm clock on the headboard. Seeing how long they'd been, he nodded. "Probably. I hope this doesn't hurt things between you two..."
Sharon shook her head. "I don't think it could. Things were getting pretty bad. Will we... be able to do this again?"
Zack nodded. "I can't promise every night, but yeah, if you really need me, I'll be here."
Sharon laid her head on her son's shoulder. "Thank you, Zack. You don't know how much this means to me. I won't have to nag your father now, and I think things will go back to normal between us."
"I'm glad, Mom." He held onto her, feeling very protective of her and wanting her to feel good. He knew he'd give her whatever she wanted, so long as he could manage it.
Sharon yawned again, and then straightened up. "I think I'd better go to bed, before I fall asleep in your arms."
"Wouldn't that be a shame?" he said with a grin. She blushed at him, but then he let her go. She let the towel drop as she walked into the bedroom, and Zack admired her body again. She picked up her dress, giving him a nice view of her pussy again, and then put it on, covering up all her fun bits. Zack merely grabbed his bathrobe and slipped it on.
Coming back to her son, she kissed him again. She said, "Good night, Sweetheart. I'll see you in the morning."
Zack brushed some hair out of her face, and smiled. He didn't say anything, and his mother slowly turned and left. Zack stood there for a long time before he did anything.
Realizing he hadn't checked his email all day, he decided he'd better. It was a good thing he did.
I'm okay... I just wanted you to know that first. I don't like being around Adam, but I know it's important. I hope you will claim me as yours soon, though.
The reason I'm writing is that I need to warn you. Adam has a spy near you. Someone that is close to you, or is getting close to you. I don't have a name yet, but I know it's a woman... or at least, he referred to a "she".
Please, Master, be very careful. I don't want you to get hurt. Please come for me soon.