บท 679: Project Puppetmaster
byReverendS©
This is a departure from my previous stories, and if the response is positive, I plan on turning this into a series. Its my first time with this subject matter, so let me know how I handle it. Also, if you like it and want to see more, be sure to let me know where you'd like to see the series progress. And as always, thanks for reading!
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Barry was hacker. It was how he made his money, it was how he spent his spare time, it was how he spent practically every waking moment. He had been doing it since the age of twelve, and he was one of the best by the time he was fifteen, and he was still the best now as he passed twenty five.
He had been in the private information business for so long, he was used to uncovering surprising secrets and unknown truths. From public access town records to top secret government files, he had hacked and obtained more information then most people normally absorb in a lifetime. With that being said, he was jaded enough that he was convinced he had seen it all, that there was nothing left to discover that would could truly shock him. He was wrong.
It was a routine assignment from one of his corporate clients that changed his life forever, hacking into classified military files for information to give them an advantage in the latest multi-billion dollar construction contract bidding war. Previous costs, siphoned funds, actual budget restrictions, that sort of thing. He had just finished accessing and downloading the requested stats, and was just casually nosing around the system before vacating when he stumbled across a file with a bunch of Weensville address scattered throughout the info pile. Curious, he flash-loaded the entire file and got out before the security measures discovered he was in there. It wasn't until a week later that he actually took the time to look at them.
It probably shouldn't have come as a shock to Barry that his home town was part of a vast top secret mind control experiment. But it did.
Barry spent most of that evening and the entire night sitting up in his bedroom/work station with a pot of coffee, pouring over the files meticulously. By the time he had drudged through the back-history of the experiments and read the updates on its current status, morning had arrived unnoticed. Getting to the heart of the matter was a long and difficult process, as military documents weren't exactly written like stereo manuals. But eventually he was able to get a clear picture of what was going on.
The project was called Operation Puppetmaster, and Weensville was the subject of the study. An ongoing experiment since the early sixties, the project involved the goal of brain-washing and then controlling large groups of people. Towns. Cities. Armies. The applications were limitless, and terrifyingly so.
It consisted of two phases: brain-washing the populace, then commanding them through mind-control. The first phase was multi-faceted in its approach, involving chemical additives introduced into food supplies and water sources, subliminal messages saturating public channels and local cable providers, and subversive propaganda techniques utilized in public schools and local government-run companies, of which there were many in the small town. Through these methods, the subconscious was trained to become complete responsive to outside influence, which could then be easily triggered by a pre-programmed series of passwords. After that, the subject would enter something very similar to a hypnotic state, completely under the control of their new "Puppetmaster".
The commands were specifically designed to avoid accidental activation. When asked to spell "Chimera", anyone primed for mind control would instinctively answer with "I beg your pardon, Billy?". The correct response to this reply was "Orchid Ice Cream", which would trigger the hypnotic response. Any other answer, such as repeating the question, or asking who Billy was, would cancel the trigger, and the hypnotic response would not take effect. But once activated, it remained activated, the "Puppet" being completely open and obliviously obedient to any and all direction.
The project was a huge success, but it had hit a brick wall nearly five years ago, when the scientists involved discovered two major flaws that negated any practical military application.
First of all, once activated by a Puppetmaster, the Puppet could only be manipulated by the person who initially triggered the response. All attempts to transfer command or re-trigger subjects failed miserably. Barry couldn't begin to understand the complex psychological double-speak, but it apparently had something to do with confusing the subconscious mind.
Second, and more important, was the ease at which the subjects could be deprogrammed. Once they were made aware of the code words and their desired effect, all programming was instantly negated, as the conscious mind informed the subconscious mind, which promptly tore down the walls of the entire program. This meant Barry had technically already deprogrammed himself, a small relief overshadowed by the bigger picture.
In some ways, the town was safe, since the project was abandoned. But, in true military fashion, the town wasn't deprogrammed, but merely put in a holding pattern, in case the citizens could ever be made useful in the near future.
It was this last part that scared Barry, because he knew the only thing they'd be useful as at this point was programmed killers, those brainwashed lone assassins you hear conspiracy nuts talk about all the time. Barry knew he had to do something, but he didn't know what. At first he thought of running to the press, but they wouldn't believe him, even with the documentation. And even if they did, the government would probably bump him off before they could break the story, most likely having one of his own programmed townsfolk do the dirty work.
Deprogramming seemed easy enough, and he could probably take out ad space on a local channel or in the newspaper and let everybody deprogram themselves like he had, just reading about it. But that was just as risky as alerting the media. There seemed to be no way out.
Barry eventually staggered downstairs and into the kitchen in search of more coffee, his brain hurting from the stress of the situation, his mind awash with conspiracy theories and desperate planning. He couldn't figure out what to do. He was so engrossed in the dilemma that he nearly dropped his fresh cup of coffee when he walked in on his sister and mother exercising in the living room.
Barry still lived with his mother, Helen, and he was comfortable with the situation, even if other people weren't. His father had died when he was just a boy, and so he had been the man of the house since then. He had felt a little guilty about moving out and leaving his mother all alone, and so he just never moved out. His bedroom still looked like he was a High School student, if you ignored the thousands of dollars worth of high tech computer equipment, but he didn't feel like he was living under her wing or avoiding adulthood. He managed to pay all the bills so his mother could work part time and take college courses (her new passion), and she kept the house neat and saved him the trouble of having to adapt to the outside world. It was an ideal situation, and he felt no need to escape.
His sister Nancy, on the other hand, had desperately wanted to escape, and did so. She currently lived on campus at the state college located two towns over, but managed to visit them every weekend. She and Helen hadn't gotten along when she was younger, but now they were growing quite close, and were getting into the Mother/Daughter relationship, which was one of the reasons Helen had started taking college courses. The whole bonding thing left Barry a little cold, but that was probably because he still didn't get along with Nancy. Even though he was five years her senior, she still looked at him as a computer geek loser and a mommy's boy, and she rarely hesitated to say so. He'd tried to explain it to her, but she was so deep into social groups and the night life that the idea of wanting to work in seclusion was practically an alien concept to her.
Nancy would come over early Saturday morning and work out with Helen, their new fitness craze that was another part of the bonding process, and that was what they were doing when he walked in on them. Barry usually made it a habit of avoiding contact with them until the afternoon, knowing how much their time together meant to them, but he had completely forgotten what day it was. He let out a yelp when he almost tripped over them, as they were on the floor stretching when he wandered in.
"Hey pumpkin!" His mother looked up and smiled at him, still stretching. "Imagine seeing you before noon! What's the special occasion?" Nancy looked up at him as well, minus the smile. She seemed a little annoyed that he was there.
Barry struggled to respond, but he was overcome by the thought that his family was under somebody else's control, unwitting slaves of Project Puppetmaster. Paranoia washed over him, and he found himself blurting out the first code word. He just had to know.
"Hey guys, how do you spell Chimera?"
The both stopped stretching and look up at him again. No noticeable change took place, and they still looked and sounded normal. But it was almost eerie the way they both replied "I beg your pardon, Billy?" in unison.
Relief washed over him, and he dropped into a nearby chair. Not only was he not crazy, but his mother and sister weren't under somebody's control. As he sat rubbing his temples, he noticed that they were both still staring at him expectantly, waiting for the next code word. He was about to disarm the trigger, but the program's flaws suddenly occurred to him. If he triggered it himself, then nobody else would be able to take them over! They'd be safe!
"Orchid Ice Cream" he said to them hesitantly, afraid of the implications of what he was doing. The minute they heard the second code word, they started stretching again. Barry just stared at them, wondering what would happen next. They stopped and confronted him again after a minute or two.
"What's wrong, dear," his mother asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Yeah, why are you acting so weird?" His sister chimed in, challenging him as usual. "Is there a reason you're sitting there watching us?"
Barry suddenly felt very uncomfortable in the same room with them, but he couldn't bring himself to move. Facing the reality of the situation had lifted a huge weight off his mind, but it had also let the exhaustion of an all-nighter creep in, and he couldn't muster the strength to get up. Perhaps the lack of sleep was screwing with his judgement, but he decided now was as good a chance as any to see how this mind-control stuff really worked.
"Just ignore me," he told them. "Go back to your exercise routine, and pretend I'm not even here."
Without a moment of hesitation, they both went right back into their routine, ignoring him completely. He tested them out, clearing his throat and coughing a couple of times in an attempt to get their attention, but they didn't even flinch. As far as they were concerned, he wasn't there.
Thankful for the silence, he began to think things through. His impulse to keep his mother and sister free from someone else's control had given him an idea. He couldn't risk telling people about Project Puppetmaster, because people would talk about it, and then the government would catch on and do something about it. Perhaps something drastic. However, triggering people meant they were immune to others controlling them, and that was how he could protect the town. All he had to do was trigger the town himself, one person at a time. That way, if they ever decided to put the project into effect, it wouldn't work. It would take awhile for him to do it, but there wouldn't be any rush, as there would be nothing to raise the suspicions of the Project overseers, who most likely weren't monitoring the defunct program too closely.
Barry was contemplating the size of the task at hand when he was distracted by Helen and Nancy changing positions. Turning to face each other, they spread their legs to either side and leaned forward and back. Despite what he felt about their little get-togethers in the morning, he had to admire how good they both looked. Nancy had always been self-conscious about her looks, constantly dieting and obsessing over every excess pound, but Helen had only gotten into it last year, and the difference was more than noticeable. She had trimmed down and toned up amazingly well under Nancy's watch, and despite the slight signs of age around Helen's eyes, you could easily mistake them for sisters.
Their workout clothing left very little to the imagination, and as Barry watched them stretch and lean, he found himself admiring their bodies. He'd never done so before, but perhaps the freedom of knowing they couldn't see him watching loosened his guard. They were both wearing those air tight spandex body suits you see girls wear in aerobics classes, revealing only the arms and neck line, but conforming with everything else like a second skin. It made their feminine figures impossible to ignore. His mother still outweighed Nancy by a good twenty or thirty pounds, but it was all tight and well proportioned. In fact, despite the family resemblance and their common shade of blonde hair, they were practically opposites. Where Nancy was short and skinny, Mom was tall and full figured, and this went for every part of the body. Nancy had not taken after Mom when it came to her bust line, and while her breasts were small and perky, they had trouble competing with Helen's full melons, the kind that boyhood crushes are made out of. The same went for their posteriors, Nancy's being small and cute while Helen's was large and provocative.
He almost jumped out of his skin when his mother and Nancy started talking to each other while they changed positions again, this time laying on their sides facing one another, lifting legs up, down, and side to side.
"So Mom, how are you enjoying your Anthropology class?"
"Not bad. Not as difficult as I thought it would be."
"How about Mr. Walton? Is he as hard as you thought he'd be?"
Mom faltered for a minute. "Damn it, girl, that's the last time I tell you anything."
"Aw, c'mon mom, did you hit on him or not?" Nancy teased.
"I most certainly did not!"
"But the only reason you took his class was `cause you saw his tight little buns on campus. Why don't you make a pass?"
"For Christ's sake, Nancy, even if I was going to, it was the first day of the class! What am I supposed to do, walk up to him and introduce myself like that? `Hello Mr. Walton, my names Helen, and I'd like to run my tongue over every inch of your naked body?'" They both giggled at this and continued stretching.
Barry was stunned. He had no idea that his mother was interested in other men. It shouldn't have surprised him, though. She was a far cry from being an old maid, and Dad had passed on a long time ago. It only made sense that she was lonely for some attention. No wonder she was getting into the mother/daughter thing. She couldn't very well have a girl's talk with him. Especially about licking her teacher's naked body.
They both rose to their feet and continued the conversation while they did deep knee bends. They faced away from Barry, and he found himself watching their spandex covered bottoms as they squatted up and down.
"Besides," Helen continued, "I don't think that I could. Its been such a long time since I've even dated a man, let alone offer him my tongue."
"Well if you don't, I just might. That guy's a hottie, and my tongue isn't exactly busy at the moment."
Between all of the talk about tongues and bodies and the sight of their tight butts flexing with each knee bend, Barry was horrified to discover that he was getting an erection. He also felt a little guilty sitting behind them while they were talking. It was like he was eavesdropping. He decided to take another wack at the mind-control stuff, see if he could get the hang of it. He was going to have to, if he planned on becoming the town's temporary Puppetmaster.
"Turn around and face me while you two are exercising." He commanded them. As if it was part of their normal routine, both women paused, turned in his direction, and continued their exercises. Interesting, he thought. Even though he wasn't present in their mind's eye, they still knew to listen to his voice and turn in his direction. That meant that they were obeying his orders without even realizing it.
"Besides," said Helen, "I still miss your father very much. I'd feel awkward with another man."
"I miss him too, Mom, but you can't live in the past."
"He was so handsome," Helen continued. "Not to mention sexy as hell. The things he did to me..."
"Mom!" Nancy cried. "That's the last thing I want to hear about."
"You're the one who brought up sex, missy!"
The stopped their knee bends and started doing waste bends, back and forth, side to side. Now Barry found himself staring at their breasts as they moved around. That didn't help his guilt, or his growing erection.
"I guess that's why I've never understood your brother's lack of girlfriends. He's just as attractive as your father was at his age."
"Ew!"
His mother was right about him not dating, and it was probably because he was easily intimidated by social interaction. The fact that he was getting a boner watching his mom and sis exercise was a glaring testament to how sexually pent-up he was.
"Oh, be honest dear. Don't you think Barry is an attractive young man?"
Another "Ew!" was Nancy's response.
Maybe Nancy's immature attitude made him want to push the question, but he was also naturally curious.
"Mom," he ordered. "Ask Nancy that last question again. Nancy, answer Mom's questions honestly."
He always teased Nancy and drove her away, but he did genuinely like her, and he had to admit that she had a hot body. Again, his hard-on confirmed that. He wanted to know if the feelings were mutual.
"Oh, be honest dear. Don't you think Barry is an attractive young man?"
"Of course I do, Mom, but he's not going to hook up getting a cathode tan twenty-four seven."
Barry was wrong. This wasn't like eavesdropping at all. It was better. Not only was he listening in on the conversation, he was controlling.
"Mom, ask Nancy to elaborate." He could have just asked Nancy to elaborate herself, but he was getting into the moment.
"What do you find attractive about him, Nancy?"
"Lots. He's tall and broad chested. He keeps in shape despite his full-time computer jockey status, so he's got a nice body. Even his face is kind of cute. His eyes and mouth can be pretty seductive if you get him on the right day. If he'd only get some sun and stop slouching so much, he'd be downright sexy."
Barry really hadn't expected that much of a positive response. She thought he looked sexy. Why hadn't she ever told him that?
Nancy looked sort of embarrassed after she finished talking, as if she'd blurted out something she wished she hadn't, but Helen seemed unfazed by her comments.
"Wow, Nancy. Sounds like you've been giving Barry quite a bit of thought. Not lusting after your own brother, are you?"
Nancy paused for a moment, and a look of horror spread over her face as she blurted out "A little bit."
Barry jumped nearly as fast as his boner did. He had told Nancy to answer all of her mother's questions truthfully, and so she was. She looked like she wanted to curl up and die, and things could only get worse from this point. Thankfully, years of hacking into heavily guarded cyberspace had given him lightning reflexes, and so he was able to jump into decisive action before his mother could overcome her initial shock and question Nancy some more.
"The two of you will continue this conversation, but without any feelings of embarrassment or inhibition. You will both answer all questions with complete honesty, and without any hesitation. You will discuss your feelings and desires as if they were all trivial matters and of no real consequence."
He realized right after he said it that he shouldn't have. What he should have done was stop the whole thing, or at least made them change the subject. He wasn't sure yet if he could make them forget, but he should have tried that as well. But his first reaction was to keep the conversation going without causing them any mental anguish, and it was beginning to dawn on him how twisted that was. He was listening to them talk about sex, talk about him and sex, and it was turning him on. This sudden power he had over them was adding to the excitement, making him do things he normally wouldn't consider.
Their respective looks of terror and shock instantly melted away, and they changed positions again, this time doing a different kind of knee bend, going side to side instead of up and down. They stayed facing towards him, and now the star of the show was the inner thigh, flexing tight with each move.
"Really?" Helen pressed on. "You've fantasized about Barry?"
"Yeah, sure." Nancy was now completely casual about it, as if she were discussing a class assignment with her mother. "I mean, he's me big brother. He was the first boy close to my age I really knew. He was my first crush, you know."
"You don't say!"
"I outgrew it quick, but those feelings kind of stayed with me. Hell, I even masturbated once or twice while thinking of him."
Barry could have sworn he was about to pass out. This was too much!.
"You too?"
Barry actually felt his heart skip a beat. His mouth went dry as he was suddenly sucked into this surreal conversation, almost more unbelievable than the whole mind-control scenario.
Nancy grinned back at her. "You're kidding me!"
"Hey, cut me some slack. I was real lonely when your father died, and then I had to sit around here watching Barry grow just as desirable as his father was. I felt guilty as hell, I'll admit that, but sometimes I just couldn't help wondering if he'd be as good in the sack. Actually, I had a couple of fantasies about your father's father as well, back when I was a young girl. He was quite distinguished looking. Like Sean Connery without the accent."
"Jeez Mom, your son and your father in law." Nancy laughed. "Kinda raiding the family tree, aren't you?"
"Be fair! You just admitted to playing with yourself while thinking of your own brother. Was he the only family member you fantasized about?"
She shook her head as they stopped stretching and sat down on the sofa to relax, reaching for their water bottles. They were both rather sweaty at this point, and they drank deeply to refresh themselves. Nancy waited until she'd finished before answering the question.
"Not at all. I fantasized about you a couple of times, too."
A nuclear blast couldn't have distracted Barry at this point. He was glued to the spot, mired in the moment, watching breathlessly as they all spiraled deeper and deeper into uncharted territory.
"Me? Nancy, I had no idea that you were so inclined!"
"Oh, no Mom, I'm not. I mean, I've never been with a girl, and I don't really think about them much. But you've always been overly attractive, even before you started working out with me. It was kind of hard not to notice while growing up. I'll bet Barry even beat off a couple of times while thinking of your tits."
Barry had to bashfully admit to himself that this was true. He also had to admit to himself that he was close to doing so again. His erection was now becoming painful as it strained against his pants, and he had to shift it around so it could stretch out, so to speak.
"If he has his father's sex drive, then you're probably right. And as for you, little lady, you have quite a sexy little figure yourself. And unlike you, I did some experimenting in my college days, so I know what I'm talking about."
Barry felt like he was on the first leg of a rollercoaster ride, being slowly towed up the steep incline, moments away from an amazingly wild ride.
"You did? Why Mom, I never new!"
"There's a lot about me you don't know!"
Nancy shook her head in awe, then blushed slightly.
"So, you think I look sexy?"
"Dear." Helen leaned forward and placed her hand on Nancy's knee, looking her in the eye. "I can honestly say that, in those few hot and sweaty encounters I had back in my youth, I was never with a girl with a body like yours."
"Really?" Nancy her hand on Helen's.
"Now, would I lie to you?"
"But I've always considered myself rather average."
"Nothing could be further from the truth, dear! Your a fuckable little doll, and you can take that to the bank! Take your breasts for example."
"What, these?" Nancy laughed, grabbing them and shifting them around in the leotard. "They're nowhere near as large as yours."
"What has that got to do with anything? The big things are always getting in the way, and they're hell on my lower back. Besides, guys may like watching these jump around, but they'll always go flocking to a perky little pair like those."
"I don't know, I've always felt like mine were too small compared to yours. I guess that's because yours were so large and beautiful. I always wondered what it would be like to have a huge pair of melons like those to fondle."
Nancy reached up and cupped her breasts again, but more gently this time, as if to demonstrate what she meant by `fondle'.
"Well that's easily solved!" Helen slapped her thigh and spun around so her back was to Nancy. "Scoot on up and give it a try."
"Really?"
"Of course! Just slide up behind me and put your arms under mine. Pretend they're yours for a moment, see how you like them."
Barry nearly leaped out of his seat as Nancy kneeled behind her mother and looped her arms underneath hers, placing her chin on her left shoulder. They were facing him, but they were also at an odd angle, and he wanted a closer view of this. He dragged the chair over so he was sitting right next to the couch, his mother only a few feet away as Nancy brought her hands around and cupped her breasts.
At first she was rather hesitant, prodding them with her fingertips, exploring their shape. But she quickly got the feel for them, hefting the large mammaries in her hands, feeling their weight and mass. Once acquainted with them, she began to slowly rub and fondle them, running her hands around and underneath, squeezing the gently, lifting them up and pressing them together. Helen closed her eyes and tilted her head back, obviously enjoying the sensation of Nancy fondling her. She reached her arms behind her, pulling Nancy closer.
"Mmmm. How do they feel, sweetie?"
"Oh, they're so soft and warm, Mom. They feel wonderful. Should I stop now?"
"No dear, take your time. Enjoy them. Play with them like they were yours."
Nancy took this to heart and began to squeeze them a little harder, kneading them passionately. Then she slid her hands around them and found her nipples, her fingertips playing with them through the tight spandex. Barry watched in amazement as they poked through the stretchy fabric, becoming rock hard, which was also what was happening to him. He new that this was his fault, that this was happening because he had told them to ignore all inhibitions. He also knew that he could easily put an end to this. And he also knew, as he began to massage his stiff member through his pants, that he wasn't going to.
"Oh Nancy, I wish you knew how good this felt. Do you pinch your nipples when you play with them?"
Nancy responded silently by rolling her nipples between her fingers. Helen gasped and arched her back, thrusting her chest in Barry's direction, and leaned her head back against Nancy's shoulder. Nancy took that as an opportunity to nuzzle her head closer to her neck, affording herself a better view of the task at hand. She bit her lower lip as she concentrated on Helen's nipples, teasing them with her fingertips as she ran her hands around the fabric encasing them.
"What else do you find sexy about my body, Mom?" Nancy asked, brushing her lips lightly against her neck as she breathed the question. Helen swallowed hard before answering.
"That cute little ass of yours. Its so small and tight, such a juicy little peach."
"Once again, I think yours is much sexier."
Nancy removed her hands a pushed Helen forward. Barry lunged back in his seat as she came at him over the edge of the sofa, clutching the arm rest as Nancy made her get on her knees. His mother's face was now only a foot away from his, her large bosoms resting on her hands over the arm rest. She stared straight through him, her lips trembling slightly from the excitement she had to be feeling. Barry had an overwhelming desire to reach out and touch her. Instead, he got up and moved around so he could see what Nancy was doing.
Nancy grabbed both cheeks of her mother round ass and squeezed them, kneading them with her thumbs as she ran her fingers up the sides, caressing their full curve.
"I mean, look at this ass! So round and meaty. Ass cheeks you could just sink your teeth into." She demonstrated by leaning over and biting one through the spandex, and Helen gasped in approval. She bit the other cheek, eliciting a similar response, then slapped one cheek experimentally, drawing a yelp in reply.
"What do you think you're doing back there, young lady?"
"Just checking out the spread, Mother." She explained, spreading her ass apart with her thumbs. Then she pressed the together, sliding one hand in between her cheeks, drawing the tights into the cleft of her ass crack. She ran her hand down the length of it, stopping at her crotch.
"Jesus, Mom, you're soaking wet! I can feel you through your sweat suit!"
"You keep man handling me like that, I'm gone get a lot wetter than that!"
"If you insist." Nancy joked. She still had her hand on Helen's crotch, and began to rub her pussy through the fabric, palming it as she continued to fondle her ass with the other hand.
Barry was getting incredibly turned on himself, and he decided to stop fighting it. Desperately horny from watching the improbable act unfolding before him, he finally undid his pants and released his throbbing hard-on, letting it leap out into the open, free at last. He took it in his hand and started stroking himself as he watched Nancy play with his mother's pussy. Helen was resting her elbows on the arm rest now, tugging at her nipples as she breathed heavily and pushed back slightly, moving her hips in time with Nancy's motions.
"Oh my," she gasped as Nancy quickened her pace a little. "You keep that up, and you're going to make your poor mother come."
Nancy smiled at this and began rubbing harder, finding her mother's clit through the tights and pressing it.
"What's wrong, Mom. You don't want to come?"
"Oh, God, I most certainly do!"
"Are you sure?" She slowed down a bit, as if to stop.
"Stop teasing your mother! Be a good girl and make me come!"
Nancy placed her free hand on Helen's back now, steadying herself as she increased speed and pressure, squishing noises now audible as her soaking pussy squelched beneath her suit, now visibly soaked throughout the entire crotch. Helen was practically jumping up and down now, her ass giggling as she thrust her hips against Nancy's hands, trying her best to grind her pussy against her fingers.
When her orgasm finally came, the noise started as a low moan in the back of her throat, a sort of raspy groan. Then it began to break up as it built in volume, eventually becoming a series of short bursts, staccato cries of ecstatic pleasure breaking out as she exploded within.
"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! AAHHHHHHHH!
Her final scream nearly shook the windows of the house, and she remained in the same position for several minutes afterwards, panting heavily, coming down from the orgasmic high. Nancy waited patiently while her mother caught her breath, gently caressing her back and thighs, soothing her as she calmed down. When she finally got a hold of herself and turned around to face Nancy, she was drenched in sweat and smiling profusely.
"That was amazing, sweetheart."
"I could tell!" She held her hand up, showing her mother the slick residue of her cunt juices. "You soaked right through near the end!"
Helen reached down and gently massaged her throbbing pussy, moaning to herself as she felt the drenched fabric.
"So I did. Thanks to you, darling."
There was an eerie moment as they stared at each other, looking into one another's eyes as both family members and lovers, a frozen moment during which Barry was stunned with anticipation as to what would happen next. Now that the heat of the moment had cooled, what would happen next?
Helen broke both the anticipation and the silence by grabbing Nancy by the waist and yelling playfully, "Your turn!" Helen was much larger than her daughter, and apparently stronger as well, as she easily lifted Nancy in the air and flipped her on her back, her legs shooting up in the air as she giggled like a little kid being tossed around. In a flash she was kneeling on the floor in front of the now prone Nancy, her head buried in her crotch as well as she spread her thighs apart.
"Mmmm, I see I'm not the only one getting wet. I can feel your warmth through the tights, but your not quite soaked like I am. Lets see what we can do about that."
Bringing her arms underneath Nancy's legs, she grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her up, pinning her shoulder and head back against the couch.
"You see dear, with a cute little ass like yours, I can hold a firm cheek in each hand while I eat you out."
With that being said, she dove right in, pressing her lips against the tight fabric covering Nancy's pussy, and began to mouth it, manipulating it through the tights with both tongue and teeth. Nancy responded immediately, thrashing around wildly as her mother fucked her with her mouth, sucking her juices through the spandex.
To add to the intensity, Helen wiggled a thumb between her ass cheeks and pressed it against her tight little hole, pressing the cloth against it in small circular motions. This sent Nancy over the edge, practically hyperventilating as she yelled out incoherently. She managed to stop flailing her arms around long enough to grab Helen's head, pulling her mouth closer to her cunt as she bucked against her, riding her tongue for all it was worth.
This drove Barry over the edge as well, and he started fisting his cock furiously as he watched this amazing scene, he mother eating out his baby sister as she thrashed and screamed like a woman possessed, finally succumbing to an earth-shattering orgasm. It was more than he could take, and he found himself reaching the threshold as Nancy did, her screams of pleasure egging him on, turning him on in ways he had never imagined possible.
When Nancy finally hit the peak and climaxed, Barry came as well, gritting his teeth as his orgasm shot down through his toes, his body humming with pleasure as he shot his load. He came so hard, the first couple of spouts of cum shot through the air and splattered against Nancy's hands and tits as she squeezed her nipples to heighten the experience, rocking back and forth as she came violently as well, her legs clamping against her mother's head as she tongued her clit beneath the clothing, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She hardly noticed it as it dripped down her hands, rubbing into her workout suit as she fondled herself.
It took almost as long for Nancy to calm down as it had took Helen, and this also gave Barry's mind a chance to clear a bit as he sat there exhausted, watching his mother lovingly lick the juices from Nancy's now equally dripping crotch. Maybe it was a bit selfish, but now that he was finally spent, he decided that he had to stop things before they continued any more. He mouth was bone dry, and it took him a minute to clear his throat so he could speak coherently.
"Okay, I want the two of you to stop now. You will now both to go upstairs and take a shower, clean yourselves up. You're also going to throw your exercise outfits away." He figured a couple of missing leotards would be less confusing then finding them piled in a cum-stained heap. "Then, the two of you are going to lay down and take a short nap. When you both awake, you will remember that you merely finished your exercises, showered afterward, and then took a nap. You will wake up completely happy and refreshed." He had heard that last bit on a TV special about hypnotists, and it sounded like a nice thing to do, so he threw it in.
He thought to himself as they both collected themselves and rose to leave the room. Something was nagging him.
"You will also remember the sexual adventure that the two of you just experienced," he added. "But you will remember it only as a wild and intense dream, a dream you had during your brief nap. You will not feel guilty or embarrassed about the dream, and will not feel compelled to judge yourself or put it out of your mind.
It seemed only fair. They had enjoyed themselves so much, he would have felt guilty if he erased their minds so he was the only one that remembered it. It seemed selfish to do that. Besides, he hadn't told them to do what they did, so maybe this was something that needed to happen, another step in their `bonding process'. Who was he to judge? In any case, letting them remember it as a dream would allow them to explore their own feelings without any pressure. He also realized that freeing them from any guilt about the dream might be nudging them in a certain direction, but he didn't want either of them beating themselves up over it, even if it was only remembered as a dream.
Barry sat there as he heard the water running upstairs. He briefly considered that he had merely said `You will now both to go upstairs and take a shower', and that this meant there was a slight chance they were actually showering together. As intriguing as the mental image was, he couldn't bring himself to get up and go check. He was close to dozing of right there, sitting in the living room. Sleep sounded very good all of a sudden.
If this was how being the Puppetmaster of Weensville was going to be like, then this was going to be a very eventful summer.
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