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Archive name: Power05.txt
Authors name: Caesar
Story Title : Disabled powers
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Disabled Powers - Chapter V
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by Caesar, c1994
Esmerelda was a handsome woman, who was
probably quite attractive years ago. She had been
married years ago, but her husband had died in a war
a few years before Sport was born. She was a
friendly and warm person, whom the young man
could feel comfortable around and even talk with if
he was feeling down.
Two days had gone by and Traci had been more
than friendly, often inviting another encounter with
his hand. Yet the young boy didn't do anything with
her, perhaps because he also enjoyed the excitment
of his "love" and her urgency of another erotic
touch. Instead when he was around or not, his mind
would send her little bits of emotions, or thoughts,
exciting her towards another self-love session. It
became, that whenever she came around him she
would faun over him, touching his hand or shoulder,
looking into his eyes as if pleading. In all, Sport was
enjoying the charade, though he reenforced Traci's
lady like values to hold back her desire she radiated
for him.
It was about this time when Sport decided to enter
the mind of the live-in maid, Esmerelda. What he
"saw" startled him. The woman was a lively and
sexy woman, completly opposite to her actions. For
one, Sport discovered that on her night off she went
to a remote bar and would often go home with a
man for a nights passion. Another, she liked to make
love with a woman just a must as a man, something
Sport hadn't thought of before. Yet excited the hell
out of him. Often as she worked diligently about the
house, her mind was going over the encounters with
her gentemenly friends. So the talented young man
began to intrude upon her thoughts and even mold a
few to his own liking.
For one, he enforced the fact that he was the bosses
son, and that she should watch her step around him.
Much like she does with the old man. Yet he tried to
build a strong desire to continue to work with him, to
follow what he said and not his father. He wanted to
try something, something different than with Traci.
So on that day, Traci being off for the day,
Esmerelda spent much time around the disabled teen.
When she bent over, as she often does, to fix the
pillows where she had been sitting earlier, Sport
promptly placed his hand upon one raised round
cheek.
Esmerelda yelped then spun around, "Sport!" He
smiled at her, then again reached out and grasped
her breast a few feet from his face. She pulled
away, "Don't you realize what you are doing?"
Both, of course, knew. "It, its not right!" Her voice
had gone up an octave.
"I like you Esmerelda." He smiled and interrupted
before she could say something, "And would hate
for father to discover what you allowed me to do."
She didn't say a word, unsure of what he meant.
He tried another approach, as per his plan. "I'm
sorry Esmerelda, I just...well you are so beautiful and
I never thought you... But of course if you don't like
cripples!" He created a sad face.
His act and a quick mental link, forced her actions.
She took the two steps to him and wrapped him in
her arms. "I'm sorry Sport!" Kissing his brow. "I
don't mind if you are disabled, really dear." Still
pretending hurt, he melted into her shoulder. "It just
that..." That very second is when his hand reached
between them and clenched at her full round breast
that hung inches below his chin.
She froze.
Sport moved his hand around until he completly held
the end of the roundness in his small hand. After a
few seconds he again moved it down to her stomach
and pulled up her sweater to reach beneath. This
time he cupped her breast against her bra, feeling her
warm and smooth skin through the harse material.
His lips were next to her ear and he whispered,
"Don't wear a bra tomorrow if you want to keep
working here." He kissed her warm neck and then
sat back letting her go.
Esmerelda stood and quickly straightened her
sweater, frowned at him, then promptly turned and
left the room.
That night, the lad sent the puzzled woman several
mental messages, but didn't try to force her dicision.
At least not directly. That next morning when she
came to wank him before Traci arrived, it was
odvious that her breasts were free of the hinderance
of her bra.
Sport did not even try to hid his gaze as he watched
the sway of her large breasts under another of her
casual sweaters. And as he watched, both nipples
began to harden, giving him an added delight.
Esmerelda was unusually cold to him this morning,
ignoring him as she went about her duties
mechanically, not even glazing in his direction.
When it came time for her to help him out of bed
and into his chair, that he first spoke, after her hands
were busy helping lift him. "Open you shirt for me
Esmerelda." She didn't say a word, or even
acknowledged him until he was sitting down.
The older woman stood straight and with quick
hands lifted the bottom of her sweater up to her neck
and stood still facing him, her eyes forcibly ignoring
his. Sport of course boldly viewed the large pale
white bosom in a delighted excitement. Noting the
silver dollar sized nipples and every wrinkle they
revealed. With trembling hands he moved his chair
closer to her then reached up to hold her flesh
mounds in his hands. He stole a amused look up to
her face and saw that she was bitting the bottom of
her lip while he explored her chest.
"You can lower the sweater now." She did and was
about to rapidly leave the room when he again
spoke. "Now lift your dress up!" The sound of his
voice revealed his excitment. She stood still for
several long seconds as she seemed to contemplate
her options.
When her hands clenched at the hem of her skirt, he
felt the power of controling another human being
and it was like a bolt of electricity running through
his body. Using his mind, he could make this older
woman do anything. Even now hours after the last
contact with her mind, she was doing things because
of his direct intervention into her thoughts. He loved
it.
"Higher!" She finally lifted it so he could see her
crotch. He saw that her nylons were the kind that
went up to her waist and completely covered
everything of interest. And below that, was her
panties which made a double hinderence to his sight.
But Sport still reached out and felt the tight fabric
over the mound that he had sought. She was an
older woman, and wide in the hips, but not overly,
and was still very attractive. And the mound
between her legs looked like it hid a wonderful part
of her body that he meaned to explore. "I don't like
panty hose, I want to be able to touch you here," he
pressed firmly where he imagined her clitoris hid,
"and here," he reached up with the free hand and
cupped her breast over her sweater, "so please don't
wear any more bras or panty hose."
He sat back and enjoyed her frantic exit from her
room. After a quick examination of her thoughts,
decided she would not reveal his orders to the old
man and left her to her emotions.