Chapter 2

Older Women

'So a policewoman Pete,' said the old man slapping Peter on the back after he described his experience. 'Not bad for starters. I bet it was your first time, hey?'

'I didn't do what you think Grandad. I'm still a virgin.'

'Ho Ho.' laughed Grandad. 'A virgin? What are you waiting for? Got someone special in mind?'

Peter didn't answer. The old man annoyed him.

'Come on Pete. Tell me about it. You can trust me.'

'Why should I Grandad? You wouldn't tell me about your first time.'

'Hmm. Maybe I might one day. After all it was the best time of my life. Ah, only to be young again. What I wouldn't do to have the power again?'

'What do you mean? Why don't you use the ring? You gave it to me, right? So you should have used it yourself.'

Grandad stared at Peter, concentrating on the next words. 'The ring can only be used by somebody who is not in love. Once you fall in love you lose the power. I lost it when I married your Grandmother, your father lost it when he fell in love with your mother. You own it now because you are impulsive and are not tied to one lover.'

'I see,' said Peter but didn't really. He just couldn't think of what questions to ask.

Grandad sighed.

'Do you want me to find somebody for you Grandad? I mean I have the power and I could make anybody like you.'

'Oh thank you,' said Grandad. 'You're such a good lad. Not like your father. He... Oh never mind. I tell you what. I'll teach you some power games if you promise to catch a certain person for me. Deal?'

'Deal.'

They shook hands.

That night Peter dreamed of Mary. In his dream, she came to him in a soft mist. Arms outstretched, the maid extended herself to him, surrendering her body to his power. She called his name over and over.

He woke to Mother's voice. 'Peter. Peter. Wake up dear. You'll be late if you don't get out of bed.'

Peter shifted in bed catching his erection on the sheet and groaned in frustration. Mother always woke him in the same state and then stayed around. If she only knew how much he needed to relieve his aching, how much he needed to study his Penthouse magazine collection. If she knew she might leave him alone quicker.

He remembered some ideas that Grandad had told him and an evil idea entered his mind.

'Mother!' he said trying to control the pitch of his voice. 'Please come over here.'

Mother wore her normal blue dressing gown, hiding any sign of a womanly figure but Peter remembered what Grandad told him about Mother being a centrefold. Pieces of an imaginary jigsaw fell into place as he remembered how much time mother took looking after her figure. Eating right, working out and dressing in beautiful clothes every day. She never did the housework because that might damage her body. Had she been programmed by Father or was she always that way? Peter made a bet to himself that she was programmed.

Mother approached the bed. 'Yes dear,' she answered, not knowing about the trap.

Peter thought quickly about what he wanted. Making the ring glow he said, 'You want to care for me, don't you Mother?'

'Yes,' Mother replied robotically. 'I want to care for you.'

'I'm glad you agree. When I wake up I usually have a hard-on Mother and I need to relieve myself. So you're going to help me. Every morning you'll pretend that you're a slut. You will act as sexy as you can so that I can masturbate and, when I shoot my load, you'll cum too. You love caring for me in this way. It is the best thing in your life.'

'Making you cum is very important. I like to be a slut for you.'

'I couldn't have said it better myself,' said Peter and waited for the commands to take affect.

A minute later Mother came out of the daze. A twinkle in her eyes reflected mischief. 'You seem a little uncomfortable dear. Is there anything bothering you?'

'I um.. I'd rather not say Mother. It's private.'

'Nonsense dear. You have a hard-on, don't you?'

Peter nodded.

'You shouldn't be embarrassed of such things, they are quite normal for young men. Show me,' Mother said pulling the blankets off the bed.

Turning over, Peter displayed his erection.

'Hmm,' said Mother eyeing her son's crotch. 'I think that we should do something about that, don't you?'

Peter blushed. He commanded his Mother to act this way but her talk was quite a shock. Instinctively he covered himself with his hand, knowing that he didn't have to hide his penis but scared of the spell breaking and Mother returning to her normal self.

'Oh I see dear.' said Mother sliding her finger tips along the neckline of her gown. 'You want to play.'

'No. I mean I didn't mean to... Mother, you don't know what you're doing!'

'Don't be silly dear. Of course I know what I'm doing. I'm a mature woman and I know what teenagers like. Turn up the radio Peter. I need some music.'

Reluctantly Peter turned the volume up causing slow playing music to surround the bedroom. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not to see what he had done to the woman he loved the most.

A finger nail touched his leg.

'Thank you dear,' said Mother swaying to the music. The music carried her to her feet and her hips rocked back and forth in time with the slow beat . Slowly she turned around, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders as she locked a gaze on her son. Gliding a finger over her mouth Mother's tongue licked the tip of her long nail. Her tongue continued to play with her lips but her hand shifted to the neckline sliding a collar over her shoulder.

Peter let his hand take control of his crotch, feeling the quick rise of an explosion.

Mother lolled her head over, watching Peter the whole time. 'That's right darling,' she said in a husky voice. 'Fuck yourself for momma. Show me how much of a man you are.'

Mother's own hand pulled the other collar of her gown over the other shoulder. Her nipples barely remained covered. Lifting her finger again, she slid it in and out of her mouth, slowly sucking on the end. Then her hand disappeared into the folds of her gown. Placing one foot on the bed she showed Peter where she placed that wet finger, inside her vagina.

Peter couldn't hold and spouted semen into the air like an oil well. In his own excitement he almost missed seeing Mother thrust her own hips against her hand to climax with him.

Reaching out to touch her son's penis, Mother said. 'As I said dear, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Now it is time to get up or you'll be late for school.'

With that she turned and left Peter laying on the bed. Watching her disappear Peter wondered about what the rest of day could bring. Quickly he cleaned himself up, pulled his clothes on and ran out of the house to go to school.

Cheryl saw the boy exit the front door of the house. Watching from her car she wondered how such an ugly boy could turn her on by saying one word. The night before was a nightmare. She barely slept, thinking and worrying what she should do about her new relationship. Her husband, Gary, didn't understand her problem and she couldn't tell him.

She wanted to feel the same way as she did with Peter, the sensation of his hand against her cheek and the sound of his voice echoing through her mind, driving her to new heights of sensuality. Gary could not do those things. His touch was hard and his voice did nothing to stir those desires. They made love last night because Cheryl hoped that her husband could do what Peter did so easily. Yet, even as Gary thrust into her, and she demanded that her name be called, the sex was a poor substitute for one word from her best friend, the ugly teenager.

Cheryl called across the street, 'Pete! Need a lift?'

The boy turned, making her heart skip. Maybe he would call her back. Maybe he would say her name. Instead he only crossed the road to see her.

'Hello,' Peter said. 'What are you doing here? Why are you outside of my house?'

'I.. was driving past and saw you coming out,' she lied. 'Please I need to speak to you. Let me take you to school.'

Peter climbed into the car.

'Thank you Pete.' Tears formed in her eyes.

'What's wrong?'

She fell into his arms, flooding emotions out in a long and terrible cry. Finally the tears dried enough for her to speak, 'I don't what's happening. I'm a married woman. I love my husband and he loves me. We have plans, we want children some day. Its not fair.'

Peter stayed silent.

'Why can't he make me feel the way you do? I don't love you Peter. I love my husband but I need you to.. to... You bastard! What have you done to me?'

She could see Peter's surprise and then she knew she was right.

'You drugged me, didn't you. You've made me like you somehow. I didn't even know you yesterday now I can't stop thinking about how good it is to hear you say my name. You have to release me. You have to let me go. I'm a policewoman!'

Peter was startled. Backing against the door of the car, he mumbled, 'I didn't mean to hurt you. I only wanted to test my power.'

Cheryl grew angry. Pushing her weight into her opponent she yelled, 'You scum. Let me go.'

It took a moment for the situation to register with Peter. He collected his thoughts then laughed. 'Don't threaten me cop. I'm the one who is in control here and you have to do what I say. You don't want to arrest me. You want me to say your name. Okay then, lets try it out Cheryl. How does that sound? Do you like it?'

'You can't talk to me that way. I'm... a... policewoman. You have to..' She collapsed back yanking her sweater over her head. 'My god!' she screamed. 'Its so fucking good. So fucking hot.'

In moments Cheryl was naked and pumping herself to her highest climax. As her excitement subsided she asked, 'Do you mind saying it again?'

'Not now. I'm already late for school. Drive me there and we'll see.'

The policewoman did as instructed but Peter refused to say her name, preferring to keep her suffering. He made her promise not to pester him any more and to wait for his contact. Reluctantly she agreed to the terms, her eyes betraying her need the whole time.

Mrs Hayes ran the first class of the day. None of the students dared talk or interrupt 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 short blond haired woman could look if she loosen up, if she wore a more a revealing outfit, if she looked like one of his women. The marching up and down and standing to attention could look much more desirable if she occasionally posed for his benefit.

The hardest task was trying to imagine her without those black rimmed glasses. No matter how Peter 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, the ring felt warm in his hand. Looking down, he saw its faint glow. A clatter at the front of class drew his attention. Mrs Hayes had taken the glasses off and placed them on her 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 decided the accidents were a small price to pay for his pleasure.

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 don't see how that is any of your business, do you? For your information I have decided that I don't like them any more. I'm going to buy a new pair. Do you have anything important to talk to me about because 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 corrective measures here!' she said raising hervoice to the brink of yelling. She stood to attention, a trick to intimidate him with her height and rigidity.

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 the teacher 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'll call them right now.'

Before the phone reached her ear he ordered, 'Put that down. You still haven't learned who is in charge here, have you Mrs Hayes? You will not tell anybody about our conversation nor our relationship. Now about your cloths. That business suit you're wearing could look at lot better with some changes. Remove your bra and undo most of the top bottoms on your blouse 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 you're 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. Flirt with all men and, 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 like 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. Pulling away, she licked the cum around 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 T-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 up with 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 Pety?' she asked.

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 Jerry. I told you its all right. 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.

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