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(Author's Notes:) This work of fiction is only intended for readers 18 years of age or older. So there!
Charles Hughes in many respects was a typical seventeen-year old. He enjoyed hanging out with his friends, playing pick up games of football, basketball, Frisbee, hackeysack and the like, playing video games, collecting CD's, etc. He had recently begun to study meditation. He had always been a patient person and in this age of Ritalin, was able to concentrate on one thing for incredibly long periods of time, so meditation came easily to him. He was able to sit quietly in lotus position for up to two hours at a time. He would go into a deep state of relaxation, lower his breathing, and let his mind go seemingly blank. One Thursday afternoon after school he was home alone and went to one of his favorite meditation spots: outside under the large elm tree in the back yard. He crossed his legs and pulled his feet up close. He relaxed his arms and laid his hands on his knees with his thumbs lightly touching his forefingers. He was soon in a deep trance.
Charles woke up some time later. He had a splitting headache, and he opened his eyes slowly. He noticed he was lying in a bed and had an I.V. in his arm. He looked over to his right and saw his mother seated nearby reading a magazine. He moaned as he tried to lift his head.
"Charles?" said his mother, "Charles, can you hear me?"
"Yeah," Charles said groggily, "Why am I here?" He looked around at his surroundings. Heavy light green curtains surrounded him. He quickly surmised he was in a hospital ward, but not in a room.
"Your at Childress Memorial. What do you remember, Charles?" asked his mom. She got up, walked over to him, and brushed his hair off his forehead.
Charles thought for a moment, "I remember going outside to meditate. It was a cloudy day, and the wind was picking up a bit. That's the last thing I remember."
"Well, you lucky devil, you must have been in some state of meditation because a storm came up, and lightning struck the elm tree. You apparently absorbed some of the electricity. Look at your fingernails."
Charles held up his left hand. His fingernails were blackened. "Damn," he whispered, "How long have I been here?"
His mother looked at her watch, "It's nine o'clock. I found you at four thirty. I heard the lightning strike and luckily looked out the window. I had no idea you were outside."
"Mom, my head is killing me. Do you think they can give me something?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a doctor poked his head through the curtains, "I thought I heard voices," he said. The doctor was a small Asian man with gray hair and Coke bottle glasses. He walked over to Charles and looked at the monitors he was hooked up to. "You're a very lucky young fellow. How do you feel?"
"My head feels like someone stabbed ice picks in both my temples," Charles replied.
"Ah, well, we'll give you something for that. How is your vision?" The doctor used a pen light to examine Charles' eyes.
"They're fine," said Charles. 'Damn, I just want to go home,' he thought, 'Just let me out of here.'
The doctor looked confused for a moment then picked up Charles' chart. "I was going to keep you overnight for observation, but I guess you can go. I'll have the nurse bring you some pills for that headache. It should only be temporary, but if not, come back." He scribbled down some notes on the chart and headed out.
On the way home, Charles tried to recall the lightning strike, but nothing came to him. They passed a local coffee house Charles frequented on Sundays with some of his friends. He thought about how much he would enjoy a strong cup of French blend coffee. A moment later he noticed his mother slowing down to turn into the parking lot of the shopping center in which the coffee house was located. "What's up?" he asked.
"Oh, I thought you might like a cup of coffee. I know how much you like this place."
"You read my mind," he said. Several minutes later he was back in the car with a cup of hot and strong black coffee sweetened with a half a package of raw cane sugar. He sipped the hot brew carefully as he and his mom headed home. By the time they arrived home, the medication he had taken in the hospital had kicked in, and his headache was all but gone. He went up to his room and lay on his bed. The coffee kept him up for a while, but he finally dozed off. The next day his mother let him stay home from school. He spent the day watching TV, reading, and playing games on his computer. Later in the afternoon he went downstairs to listen to some music. He turned on the stereo, put a Nick Drake CD in, closed his eyes, and relaxed. He lay there for about thirty minutes when he heard voices in the backyard. He got up and walked over to the back door. It was open, and he looked out the screen door. A large branch of the elm tree had broken off and had landed on the privacy fence separating his house from the neighbor's. His mother was outside chatting with his neighbor about the damage and about him. He walked outside.
His neighbor was Ms. Ellis. She was thirty-seven years old and had never married. She had an eighteen-year-old daughter who attended a small commuter college in town. Charles had had a crush on Ms. Ellis since he had hit puberty. She was 5'9 with straight, soft dark blonde hair that was parted on the right and hung to her shoulders. She had firm B cup breasts, shapely legs, and a full round ass. She also had hazel eyes, which showed specks of gold and red when the sun hit them just right. Charles mowed her lawn in the spring and summer, raked her leaves in the fall, and did other odd jobs for her. He walked up to his mother and stood next to her.
"Well, here's the lightning kid," his mother said while placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm glad to see you're ok, Charles. You're a very lucky young man," said Ms. Ellis in her soft and a bit high-pitched voice.
"Thanks," said Charles, "I'm ok. I kinda wish I had been more conscious to experience it though." He looked at Ms. Ellis. She was a nurse at Golden Acres Retirement Community, and she was still in her bluish green scrubs. He made a conscious effort not to stare at her.
"Sherry," said his mom to Ms. Ellis, "I'll have a tree man out here tomorrow to clean this up. The insurance should take care of the damage to the fence. I've got to go start supper." The two women said goodbye, and Mrs. Hughes walked off.
Ms. Ellis studied the damage then looked at Charles with a smile, "Like I said, I'm glad you're ok. If you need anything, let me know." Her smile broadened a bit then she turned and started to walk away.
Charles stared at her ass as she walked through her yard, 'You could drop your pants and bend over,' he thought.
Ms. Ellis paused then undid the drawstring of her scrubs. She pulled them down to her knees and bent over at the waist. Charles' eyes bulged as he saw her pert ass framed in a pair of shiny pale blue synthetic fiber panties. After a couple of seconds, Ms. Ellis gasped, straightened up, and quickly pulled her pants up. She turned to look at Charles. She was blushing deeply. She flashed an embarrassed smile, struggled for something to say, gave up and quickly walked to her house.
Charles grew aroused as he thought of what just happened. He stood there with a bulge in his pants as he thought about his mother taking him for coffee, the doctor suddenly releasing him, and then Ms. Ellis showing him her ass. This could not be coincidence. We waited for his arousal to subside and walked back into his house. He sat on the living room sofa and turned on the TV. He mulled over what had happened with Ms. Ellis as he mindlessly flipped through the channels. 'Did I make those things happen?' he thought. 'Maybe the lightning strike messed up my head, and I'm just imagining these things.'
As he sat there, his younger sister Corinne walked in, "Watcha watchin'?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just channel surfing." He looked at his sister. She was going on sixteen with long red hair, blue eyes, and a slender body.
"Getting struck by lightning; that is so cool," she said.
Charles chuckled, "Yeah, I guess it is when you think about it." He looked at her and decided to experiment, 'Your scalp really itches,' he thought.
A look of annoyance crossed her face as she reached up and scratched her head. Charles' heart raced as he realized what he could do. He tried some more, "Hey, Corrie," he said, "why don't you wash and wax my car?"
"Why?" she asked, "You look ok enough to do it."
'Do what your brother asked,' he thought.
Corinne thought for a moment then spoke, "Ok, I'll do it this time, but don't expect me to do it again." She turned and left the room.
'Oh, yeah!' Charles thought as he thrust his fist in the air.
Over the course of the rest of the day and evening, Charles experimented on his family. He found he could manipulate their emotions by making his mother openly weep as they watched a rerun of The Andy Griffith Show where Opie kills a mama bird with a slingshot. He put his sister to sleep by making her very tired and telling her telepathically that she would go into a deep sleep and would be awakened only by his voice. As she slept, he pinched her, flicked her nose, and clapped his hands, but she would only wake when he spoke to her. He made his dad become very aroused as his wife talked to him about landscaping the front yard. He had his mom not notice the purse she was looking for even though it was on the kitchen table right in front of her. He discovered that they would obey his telepathic commands as if they were normal, but after they performed the command, they would realize what they had done, and if it were an unusual act, they would become confused. The next morning he discovered that he could plant commands that would be remembered when his family brought him breakfast in bed as he had telepathically commanded them to do the night before. He commanded them not to think anything unusual about their actions when he noticed them becoming confused, and their confusion vanished. They left Charles to enjoy his breakfast.
After he finished his breakfast, Charles showered, brushed his teeth, and returned to his room to put his clothes on. As he dressed, he looked out his bedroom window. From his second story vantage point, he could see into Ms. Ellis' backyard. He saw his neighbor working in her garden. She was wearing a pair of floral print shorts, a peach colored t-shirt, and had her hair held in a ponytail by a white scrunchie. She was on her knees, which rested on a folded old towel. Charles watched her bend forward to dig out some weeds. The sight made him aroused again. He decided to test his powers some more. He finished putting on his jeans and t-shirt. Put on a pair of beat up Nike's and headed downstairs. He went into the backyard and up to the damaged part of the fence. "Need any help?" he called over.
Ms. Ellis stopped her weeding, straightened her back, looked over at Charles, and smiled, "No thanks, dear. Just doing some weeding to prepare the bed."
'You want Charles near you,' Charles thought.
Ms. Ellis was about to bend forward again when she stopped, "On second thought, Charles, why don't you come over here?"
Charles smiled and climbed over the downed tree limb into his neighbor's yard, "What can I do for you?" he asked.
Ms. Ellis thought for a moment, "I don't know. I guess you could help me pull some weeds."
'You want Charles to call you Sherry.'
"Sure thing, Ms. Ellis," said Charles
"Oh, Charles, call me Sherry," she replied.
"Ok, Sherry, and might I add you look very pretty today."
"Ha, I just tied my hair back and washed my face this morning, nothing special, but thanks; that was sweet." She smiled into his eyes.
Charles smiled back. The two pulled some weeds. Charles looked around to see if anyone was watching and saw no one was. 'You really want Charles to massage your buttocks while you work. Ask him politely.'
Ms. Ellis blushed and looked over at Charles. Her blush deepened, "Ah, Charles, this may sound a bit strange, but could...would you...please massage my...buttocks while I do this?" She gave him an embarrassed smile.
"Sure, Sherry, I'd love to." Charles got up and knelt down behind Sherry. He started to massage her ass as she bent forward to pull more weeds. 'You love this. Having Charles massage your buttocks feels wonderful.' Charles started to become aroused as he kneaded and rubbed Sherry's firm backside. He kept it up for a minute or two then gave another telepathic command, 'Let Charles go further. Don't stop him.' Charles reached around Sherry's waist and unbuttoned her shorts. Sherry froze for a second and swallowed hard. Her pulse quickened, and her breathing grew heavier. Charles then unzipped her shorts and tugged them down to just above her knees. Sherry was wearing a pair of lacey white panties. Charles slid his hand up under the elastic of the left leg hole and ran his hand across the soft flesh. He did the same with the other hand on her other cheek. Sherry stared down at the ground. Her hot breath escaped through slightly parted lips. The feeling of Charles' hands running across her flesh was most enjoyable.
Charles removed his hands from under Sherry's panties and slid them along her hips and under her shirt. Sherry parted her legs so Charles could kneel behind her with more ease. He ran his hand up to her sports bra. "Charles, this...this isn't right," she said, though she made no effort to stop him.
"What isn't?" asked Charles, "Doesn't this feel nice?" He leaned his body against her legs and backside. She could feel his arousal.
"Yes, it feels very nice," said Sherry, "but...but we're out here in the open, and someone could see us."
"Shall we go inside then?" asked Charles. 'Take Charles inside. You are really turned on by him.'
"Ok, that's a good idea," his neighbor said. Charles stood up, and Sherry did too while pulling up her shorts. She looked around to make sure no one was looking and led Charles into her house.
They went inside and into the living room. 'Give Charles a long French kiss.'
Sherry spun around and grabbed Charles by the shoulders. She pulled him to her and thrust her tongue into his eagerly awaiting mouth. She ran one hand through his hair as the other clutched his back. Charles placed one hand on Sherry's ass and the other on her neck. The two finally separated. Sherry took a couple of steps back and looked a bit embarrassed. Charles could see her chest heaving as her breathing had increased. "What's wrong?" he asked.
She looked at him and smiled, "Charles, this is so strange. On the one hand, I suddenly find you so attractive and desirable, but on the other hand, you're...well, you're..."
"Yes?"
"You're Charles. You're only seventeen and my neighbors' son."
Charles smiled, "I don't think you should worry about that, Sherry. No one's going to know." 'You really want to have sex with Charles.' "Besides I've had a crush on you for four like years now. Our attraction is mutual."
Sherry smiled, "That's so sweet. Come over here." She walked over to her plush over-sized sofa. She sat down, smiled warmly at Charles, and patted the cushion next to her. Charles walked over and sat down. The two passionately kissed again. Sherry reclined on her back and pulled Charles down on top of her. She pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. She pulled her upper body up so Charles could remove her shirt. They kept at it until they were completely naked.
"Are you on the pill?" asked Charles.
"Yes," Sherry whispered softly. The two caressed and kissed one another for a few moments.
"Mom!" a voice interrupted, "What the hell is going on?!"
Charles looked over and saw Sherry's daughter Heidi standing in the front door. She held a couple of shopping bags, and her mouth hung open. Charles thought quickly. 'Heidi, come in and close the door. You will gladly do whatever Charles tells you.'
Heidi's looks very much favored her mom. She had the same hazel eyes and the same body type. Heidi's hair was strawberry blonde and longer than her mother's. It was brushed straight back and held in place with a barrette. Heidi closed the door and walked into the living room. Sherry covered her breasts with her arm, "Heidi, I thought you wouldn't be home 'til later."
"Obviously," Heidi said, "How long has this been going on?"
"Heidi," said Charles, "This doesn't bother you." Heidi's expression changed from one of shock to one of contemplation. "Does it?" asked Charles.
"No, it really doesn't," the younger woman said.
"Good," said Charles. He looked down at the embarrassed Sherry. 'You aren't worried about Heidi catching you and Charles in the act.'
"Well, I'll leave you two alone then," said Heidi. She turned to leave.
"Wait up," said Charles. He waited for Heidi to stop. "Do you still have your pom-poms or cheerleading stuff from when you were cheerleader at Roosevelt last year?"
"Yeah, I have the pom-poms and the megaphone. The pom-poms are hanging on one of my bed posts. Why?"
"Oh, nothing." Charles smiled. 'Go upstairs, remove all of your clothing, get your pom-poms, and come back down to the living room.' He smiled as Heidi went up the stairs. Charles and Sherry kissed some more as he rubbed her nipples and gently fondled her pussy. A few minutes later, Heidi returned downstairs. She was completely naked and was holding her pom-poms. She looked embarrassed and confused.
"Heidi!" said Sherry, "What are you doing?"
Charles sent Sherry a telepathic command, 'Don't worry about Heidi right now.' He then turned his attention to Heidi, 'Cheer Charles on when he fucks your mom. Do the raunchiest cheers you can think of.'
Sherry stopped worrying, and Charles grabbed his erect cock and slowly slipped it into Sherry.
Heidi started to shake her pom-poms and do some cheerleading steps, "Go, Charles, Go! Go, Charles, Go! Make my mom tingle from head to toe!"
Charles started thrusting shallowly at first then would follow with one prolonged deep thrust. He repeated this pattern having learned it in a book on Tantric sex. Sherry moaned softly as she clutched his back. Heidi continued to cheer, "Rah, rah, ree, fuck my mother please! Rah, rah, rum, make my mother cum!"
Charles continued fucking Sherry as he increased the number of long thrusts. Heidi switched to another cheer, "Fuck my mom! Fuck my mom! Fuck her all day long! Fuck my mom! Fuck my mom! Ram her with your shlong!" Charles quickened his pace and used more of the long thrusts and less of the short ones. Sherry arched her back and thrust up with her hips. Her moaning grew louder and more prolonged. Heidi kept cheering, "Firecracker, tallywhacker, sis boom bah! Fuck my mom's pussy 'til it gets raw!" Finally, Charles started to pump away faster and faster. Heidi simply started to chant, "Go! Go! Go!" repeatedly.
Sherry's moans turned into chants as well, "Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, yes! Yesss! Yessssssss!" Finally, Charles came as Sherry let out a particularly long and loud squeal. He continued to pump away until he went limp. Heidi cheered, dropped her pom-poms, and did a cartwheel, which ended in her doing the splits with her arms raised above her head.
Charles pulled himself free from Sherry and slumped back onto the sofa. Sherry just lay there as she continued to pant. Her eyes were closed, and a satisfied smile crept onto her face. Charles looked at Heidi. She had pulled her right foot up to her left thigh and was rubbing her right thigh. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I got a slight carpet burn when I did the splits," she replied.
"That's too bad," said Charles, "just rub it gently." He watched as Heidi did as she was commanded. He was startled by the sound of the doorbell. Both Sherry and Heidi perked up and unconsciously covered their breasts.
"Oh, my God!" said Heidi, "I completely forgot!"
"Forgot what?" said Sherry.
"I ran into Emily at the mall, she wanted to come by and copy my notes for psychology class."
Sherry and Heidi got up. Charles just sat on the couch and grinned. He sent commands to each woman. Sherry sat back down and put her arm around him. Heidi went to answer the front door. She opened the door. Her friend Emily's jaw dropped when she saw the naked Heidi. "Is this a bad time?" she asked.
"Nah, not at all," said Heidi, "come on in." She reached out, grabbed Emily's wrist and pulled her friend into the house. Heidi closed the door behind her.
Emily looked embarrassed then she looked up and saw Charles and Sherry sitting naked on the couch. Charles was running his hand up and down the inside of Sherry's thigh, and Sherry was running her fingers through Charles' hair. "Oh, my god!" Emily gasped. "Maybe I should go."
'Stay here,' was the command Charles sent to Emily, 'You are embarrassed that you are the only one clothed. You want to undress and be naked like everyone else.' Charles watched as a confused Emily started to disrobe. He studied her. He was short, about 5'3 with short light brown hair and brown eyes. She had small but firm breasts, and slender body. She finished removing her clothing and stood there embarrassed. 'Do anything Charles says and answer all his questions.' "Heidi," he said, "Aren't you going to introduce your lovely young friend to me?"
"Oh," said Heidi, "Charles this is Emily, Emily this is Charles." Emily smiled meekly.
"Hello, Emily," said Charles. Emily smiled politely. "Emily, Heidi hurt her thigh. Go kiss it and make it better." Emily walked tentatively over to Heidi and knelt down. She saw the red mark on Heidi's thigh and gently kissed it. Heidi just stared down in disbelief. Charles saw the shocked looks on Heidi and Sherry's faces. He quickly sent a couple of telepathic commands to ease their worries. "Have any of you three ladies ever had a sexual encounter with another woman?" he asked.
"No," said Sherry.
"No," said Emily.
"Good lord, no!" said Heidi.
"Hmmm, I think you two should experiment. After all you are in college, and that's the proper time for it." Charles said to Heidi and Emily. His lust and hormones had gotten the best of him. The two looked at him in shock. "Heidi, lie down on your back and spread your legs. Emily get down and use your tongue to bring Heidi to orgasm."
Sherry went to protest, but Charles telepathically stopped her. "Sherry, don't mind them. Why don't you massage my cock until it gets hard again?" He leaned over and kissed her. She smiled warmly at him and reached down to gently grab his cock.
Meanwhile Heidi was on her back with her legs spread apart. Emily had gotten down between Heidi's thighs and used her fingers to spread Heidi open. She then leaned forward and started to lick and probe Heidi with her tongue.
Charles looked down at the two. He sent a command to Emily, 'You are really enjoying this, but you are fantasizing about going down on Heidi's mom. You really lust for Ms. Ellis.' He then turned his attention to Heidi, 'You are really enjoying having Emily go down on you. You never knew Emily was so sexually appealing.' Charles watched Heidi's expression change from chagrin to ecstasy. He could also hear Emily's moans now.
In the meantime Sherry was pumping his cock with her hand. She used her free hand to pull Charles to her and kiss him. The two kissed, and Charles fondled her tits until his cock grew erect again. Sherry pulled back from him and gave him a seductive smile. She got up on her knees and leaned over to put her hands on the arm of the sofa. Charles got up on his knees and moved in behind her. He slipped his member into her and started to thrust away. Sherry threw her head back and started to breath heavily and loudly. Charles did not play any Tantric games this time; he just thrust away quickly and furiously. He looked down at Heidi and Emily. Heidi's head was tilted back, and she was arching her back and had her hands on Emily's head. Emily was moaning into Heidi's crotch as she licked, nibbled, and sucked away. She had obviously been eaten out before and was trying to imitate what had been done to her. Heidi started to moan loudly and call out in a breathy voice, "Oh, yes, oh, yes, right there, oh yes, ooooohhhh yesssssss!
Charles returned his attention to Sherry. He reached around her waist and pulled himself into her harder and harder. Sherry started to cry out again. Finally, Charles shot his load. He pumped several more times, and Sherry also had her orgasm. Charles leaned his body on top of hers as he panted and tried to catch his breath. He looked over again at Heidi and Emily. A few moments later, Heidi screeched out in ecstasy as Emily brought her to orgasm. Emily continued to work away as Heidi thrust her hips up and down.
Charles slumped back onto the sofa and was quickly followed by Sherry. She fell back and put her head onto his lap, seemingly unconcerned about his sticky penis. Charles looked down and caressed her cheek. Emily got up licking her lips. Charles looked down at Heidi who as still trying to catch her breath. Now that his lust had been satisfied, his hormones took a back seat to his conscience. He wondered what kind of mess he might have created. His worried look brought a question of concern from Sherry as she reached up and cupped his chin. Charles forced a smile, took her hand, and gently kissed each finger tip. He mulled over what he should do next. He sent each woman a command that she was growing very tired. He watched each yawn. He had Sherry get up and slump over the arm of the sofa. 'You are very tired. When you hear Charles say "sleep," you will fall into a deep sleep. When you awake, you will remember everything that happened with Charles today only as a very erotic, realistic dream. You will not know why you are naked. From now on, when you see or talk to Charles, you will become sexually aroused. You will not try to avoid Charles. You will forget what Heidi and Emily did. You will sleep until you hear an alarm clock.' "Sleep," said Charles. Sherry fell into a deep sleep.
Charles then turned his attention to Emily. A wry smile crept across his face. 'You are very, very tired. You will come over and curl up next to Ms. Ellis.' He waited for Emily to do as he commanded. She got up and slumped down next to Sherry. 'Put one hand on her breast.' She did so. 'When you hear Charles say, "sleep," you will fall into a deep sleep. When you awake from this sleep, you will remember having a very erotic and realistic dream about you eating out Ms. Ellis. From now on, when you see or talk to Ms. Ellis, you will become aroused. You will not avoid her. You will not remember anything that happened here with Heidi or Charles. When you awaken, you will have no idea why you are naked.' "Sleep," she said. Emily fell asleep.
Heidi was last. Charles had her come and curl up next to Emily. He had her put her hand between Emily's legs. He commanded her to remember what Emily did to her only as an erotic and realistic dream. For the next year, whenever she would see or talk to Emily, she would remember that dream. She would not avoid Emily. She would also not remember what Charles and her mother just did. Charles then put her to sleep. Charles got up, went to the bathroom, and cleaned off his cock. He then found an alarm clock and set the alarm to go off in one hour. He dressed and hurried home. He got a camera and returned to Sherry's house. For his future viewing pleasures, he snapped a few pictures of the three sleeping beauties curled up on the couch. He wished he could stick around and watch their reactions when they awoke. He strew their clothes all over the living room and left. He went back to his bedroom and lay down on his bed. He put his hands behind his head and smiled up towards the ceiling. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of what wonderful things he could from now on.