Chapter 2
Teacher
The next morning Mother's voice woke him from a dream where mary was under his power. "Wake up Pete." called Mother "You'll be late if you don't get up."
He shifted in bed catching his erection on the sheet. His usual morning involved digging out a Penthouse magazine to bring himself relief. This morning he remembered what Grandad had told him and an evil idea crossed his mind.
"Mother!" he called back. "Please come in here."
Mother wore her normal blue dressing gown hiding any sign of a womanly figure but Peter had seen her dressed up and knew she could be attractive. "Yes Pete." she answered, not knowing she had walked into a trap.
He thought quickly about what he wanted. Making the ring glow he said, "You like to see me cum in the morning. So every morning you will do a parade for me. You'll pretend to be a playboy slut, act as sexy as you can, and when I do cum you'll cum too. It is the best thing in your life"
She stammered, "Making you cum is very important. I like to be a slut for you."
"Good," said Peter and waited for the effect.
A minute later mother came out of the daze. She looked up with a twinkle in her eyes. "Turn the radio on Pete. I need some music."
He switched the radio on to a slow playing station.
"Very nice darling," she said swaying to the beat. Opening her gown she pulled a breast out from her nightee. It looked kind of awkward so she discarded all her night clothes. Still swaying to the music, she sat on a chair and spread her legs wide for his viewing. Seeing the movement she pulled the sheet away to study his hard on. "That's right darling. Fuck yourself for momma. Show me how much of a man you are." she said gliding her tongue over her lips. When he did orgasm she squealed in delight, even reaching out to touch the last of the semen.
"That was fantastic Pete," she said. "I haven't felt this way since your father passed away. Can we do it again tomorrow?"
"If you like Mother but I think it would work better it you wore sexier clothes."
Mother had been right, he only had half an hour later. Quickly he pulled his clothes on and ran to school.
Mrs Hayes ran the first class of the day. None of the students dared talk or interupte while she stepped them through the English lesson. They knew that she could bellow louder than a drill sergeant if they so much as whispered. But, as she paced the front of the room, Peter imagined how the blond woman could look if she loosen up. If she wore a more a revealing outfit she probably looked as good as any other young lady. If she did not march up and down or stand to attention she might be desirable.
The hardest task was trying to imagine her without those black rimmed glasses. No matter how he concentrated he could not picture her without the spectacles. Frustrated he imagined her taking them off, at least once, so that he could see what it is like. Then, to his surprise, she did exactly that. She took the glasses off and placed them on the desk.
Peter looked down to see his ring glowing. Did it gave him the power to suggest by thought alone?
Mrs Hayes continued the class but never put those glasses back on. It must have been difficult because she tripped and bumped into objects several times. Peter thought that she did look prettier without the spectacles and was pleased.
Later, when the class departed, he approached her. "Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" he asked, directly challenging her behaviour.
"Oh Peter De Ville," she said looking up from her desk. "I decided that I don't like them anymore. I'm going to buy a new pair. Do you have anything important to talk to me about? I have to go to my next class now and so should you."
Peter watched the last student leave then turned his attention to the teacher. "Yes I do Mrs Hayes. I think that you are too rude and need an attitude adjustment."
Her face flushed angrily. "I need a what? Peter I think that you are the person who needs some correctly measures here!" she said raising her voice to the brink of yelling. She stood to attention, intimidating him with her height.
Peter gulped and stared at the ring. It glowed. "You must obey me completely from now on."
Her face slackened. "Yes obey you."
"You will do whatever I tell you and behave anyway I tell you."
"Do what you tell me."
Moments later she came out of the trance and bellowed again, "I think that you and I need to speak to the principal. Grab your books Peter."
"Stop yelling Mrs Hayes. We're going to stay here for a while and talk."
"Don't speak to me that way Peter. You are in big trouble." she said, though quietly.
He scanned her body and said, "You are much too uptight. Relax." She slumped from the rigid attention. "That's better Mrs Hayes. You know, you could be quite a looker if you try, so start wearing sexier clothes and act sexier in public. Everyone will certainly appreciate it."
"I beg you pardon," she said shocked by his orders. "I will do no such thing. Your parents are going to hear about this. I'm going to ring them right now."
Before the phone reached her ear he ordered, "Put that down. You still havn't learned who is in charge here, have you Mrs Hayes? You will not tell anybody about our conversation.
Now about your cloths. That suit your wearing could look at lot better with some changes. Remove your bra and undo most of the top bottoms on your blowse and jacket."
"I can't. People will see my chest if I do that," she complained but did exactly what he said. "They might think that I am easy or dumb."
"Hmm your right Mrs Hayes, your blond hair does suggest that, so let them think that you are bimbo, act easy and dumb. If anybody asks you a question tell them that you don't know the answer and flirt with all the men. If I ask you to, then give whoever I say the best sex of their life."
She began to cry. "I'm not going to do what you say. You can't make me. When my husband finds out he will kill you."
"Do you think so? What's your husbands name?"
"I. . don't know."
Peter laughed at the new English teacher. "Come on Mrs Hayes. Take me to a motel and give me the best head job you can."
She cried but led him to a place outside of town. Inside the room, she still sobbed, as her mouth and tongue whipped on the end of his penis. The sensation was terrific but Peter finally felt sorry for the poor woman.
Using the recharged ring he said, "Mrs Hayes. You love sex and have no guilt or inhibitions about sharing body with other people. Most of all, you love sucking my cock."
She muffled a reply and, soon, restarted sucking with renewed passion. Her tears gone, she pumped him until the load of semen sprayed into her mouth. She pulled away, licking her lips.
Later that day, Peter watched the teacher strut across the courtyard. She had changed into a very short mini-dress and a tight tee shirt that made it clear that she no longer wore a bra.
Peter watched her fish net stockings and knew that she did not wear underpants.
Another teenager named Jerry whispered to him, "What's happened to Mrs Hayes? She looks like a wet dream."
Peter laughed. "If you'll be my friend I'll arrange for you to have some that."
"You're joking Pete? If you could do that then I would be your friend for life."
"Is it a deal?"
Jerry agreed, although very doubtful of his new friend's abilities. The two teenagers caught the teacher as she neared the library. "Come here Mrs Hayes." cried Peter.
She strutted up, and Peter could see that she had been to the hairdresser, blond strands fell over her face in an erotic way. "Yes Peter," she answered.
Feeling the power over her he said, "Jerry is a friend of mine. He asked to have sex with you."
"Peter!" Jerry cried in alarm.
"Calm down. I told you was alright. Now Mrs Hayes, please take my friend for a ride and show him what you can do? He is probably not used to older women so I want you to fuck him as many times as he wants, okay?"
She glared at Peter but stupidly said, "I don't know. Do I have time to cancel my classes?"
"Don't be silly Mrs Hayes. I can see that Jerry wants to start right now, so get going."
Pulling Jerry close to her chest she led him to her car. Peter laughed at his new friend's gaping mouth.