The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

What the hell?

For a moment, as I pulled into the parking lot of Independence High I thought that maybe I’d gotten the wrong directions to the school. Looking up through the windshield, up at six stories of expensive, glistening glass and chrome, I wondered if I’d taken Alison’s directions to the corporate headquarters of Oneiroi International instead. But as I turned my attention to the entrance of the building and saw all the teenaged kids with backpacks and armfuls of books heading inside, I knew I was at the right place.

Independence High was just...a rather unusual place.

Sighing, I parked and got out of the car. Alone. I’d given the twins a lift, but Melody had demanded that I drop her off about six blocks away from the school, by a grove of trees well out of sight from the building. Stephanie had meekly scooted out of the car with her sister as I complied with Melody’s demand, avoiding eye-contact as she hugged me goodbye.

I supposed I couldn’t blame them. If I were in their shoes, I probably wouldn’t want to be seen with me, either. Walking through the front door on the first day of school with their tech-geek dad? Pass.

Robbie, meanwhile, hadn’t even bother coming to school with us – he’d ducked out of the kitchen while we’d all been eating breakfast back in the new house, mumbling something about how Jasmine would give him a ride to school instead.

“She’ll give him a ride all right,” Melody had muttered as her brother practically sprinted out the door of our new house. She looked like she had plenty more to say on that particular topic, but I shot her a sharp glare and she bit her tongue. Stephanie, meanwhile, just folded her arms across her small chest and said nothing, looking just as miserable as she had yesterday.

My poor baby girl, I thought. I wished there was something I could do to help, but I felt like time was the only thing that would benefit her at this point.

The buildings were apparently out-of-bounds to students before a certain hour, because the only people I saw milling around were janitorial staff. It didn’t take me long to find my way to the teacher’s lounge, but before I could go inside I was accosted by a short, muscular man who had clearly spied me from across the hall.

“Pete!” he said, and pulled me in for a hug. Sophie hadn’t been kidding about the friendliness here. I stiffly returned the embrace, and when it was finished, raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

“Evan!” he said, gesturing to himself, and vigorously shaking my hand. “If you’re not Pete, I should call the police—some horn-dog is here to take our schoolgirls!”

I laughed politely, and followed Evan as he offered to show me to the computer lab.

“I know you tech types—you’ll want to start tinkering straight away! I never had much of a brain for computers myself, of course—oh, I should have mentioned! I’m one of the dance teachers. Haha, I know what you’re thinking—you don’t look like a dance teacher! Well, you know what they say...those who can’t, teach!”

With his over-the-top friendliness, I couldn’t help but like Evan. He showed me to the computer lab, made a quip about “not getting any of the computers pregnant”, and left me to it, saying that he’d fetch “Beth” for me.

Nodding in response, I stepped into the room and stared at the computers, totally awestruck. They filled the room—there must have been at least two dozen of them, and a small door at the back suggested more.

I spent the next fifteen minutes just inspecting the equipment. It was incredible, and as I’d suspected, the room at the back held another twenty-odd.

Forget about other high schools—I doubted very much that there were more than ten colleges and universities in the country that had better facilities and state-of-the-art high-tech equipment than what I was seeing at Independence High. Everything looked brand new, though I didn’t recognize any of the branding.

My mind spun as I concocted explanations. It was a company town, after all...and the employees of Oneiroi International would want the best for their children. What was more, they probably wanted the kids prepared to work with the best—the school was, after all, a potential employee base for the company.

“Peter Livingston?” a cheerful voice asked, snapping me out of my musings. “I’m Elizabeth Summers, the principal of Independence Falls High School. You can call me Beth, and I must say, it’s a genuine pleasure to finally meet you.”

I turned around to say hello to my new boss. Elizabeth – Beth—was a stunningly attractive bubbly blonde woman, probably in her late thirties. Just from the slight hint of a Southern accent that dripped from her voice, I guessed that had probably been a college cheerleader when she was younger, or maybe some sort of beauty pageant queen. Maybe both. She also wore a sheer, gauzy white blouse that barely contained her ripe, massive tits...and the soft, gentle curve of her belly that said she was just a few months pregnant.

“Yes, I’m Pete,” I said. Inexplicably, I found myself imagining what it’d be like to bury my face in those big, luscious tits of hers. Probably amazing. No, not probably – definitely. I fought the urge to shudder, and held out my hand to shake hers...

...and found myself suddenly being warmly hugged by her. Apparently handshakes were a lost art form in Independence Falls, replaced by overly enthusiastic embraces and amazing breasts being pressed affectionately against someone else’s body. I prayed feverishly that she couldn’t feel my cock starting to stir inside my boxers, and managed to extricate myself from her arms.

“Follow me,” she said, and my legs obeyed before I’d even thought about her request.

As we walked, Bethany asked me questions. Despite her soft appearance, she was sharply professional—within five minutes, she’d extracted my entire employment history, and by the time we reached her office, my voice was hoarse.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked as I sat behind her desk, holding a bottle of Descartes Water towards me. Without even thinking about it, I nodded and took the bottle, and took a good, long swig from it. The stuff tasted just incredibly refreshing and tasty – I was amazed that I’d never heard of it before. It must have been a regional thing, made by a local company.

“Thanks,” I said, as I twisted the cap back on the bottle. I barely noticed that I’d drank about half of its contents in one go.

“So,” she said with a smile. “I know all about you. But I want to know—what do you think of us so far?”

Perhaps the diplomatic thing to do would have been to give her the pat answer she wanted to hear, about it being a pleasure to work with the new generation, blah, blah, blah. But I wanted to be truthful with my new boss, so I gave it a few minutes thought before replying honestly.

“This place...it’s amazing. Unbelievable. In fact, it looks like the only thing you have that’s not incredible here is the lighting.” I rolled my eyes and pointed to the gleaming rows of lights hanging from the ceiling in the hallway. Like our lights at home, they flickered on and off haphazardly – not enough to be serious, but just enough to be noticeable, and to be slightly annoying.

“Oh, that,” Beth replied. She shrugged apologetically. “It’s a minor nuisance, I know. Should be fixed in a few days. All of Independence Falls is getting switched over to solar power – Oneiroi’s ongoing commitment to being environmentally responsible, you know. Just about everyone who’s on that power grid has problems with their lights, which means just about all the corporate housing, the high school and its facilities, and the company headquarters.”

“So basically, all of Independence Falls,” I said with a laugh.

“Basically,” Beth agreed. “Except for the daycare center, and the elementary and middle schools across the way. Those are on a separate power supply. Which makes sense, of course, in case of emergencies.”

“Look, aside from that...it seems wonderful. At least, everything I’ve seen so far.”

“And what have you seen?”

“The computers and the halls.”

“Well,” Beth said after a few seconds of thought. “Let’s see what else there is to show you.”

This time Beth didn’t spend the walk interrogating me, and so I was able to better take in my surroundings. The lights continued to flicker wildly as we strolled through the corridors of the school, but the longer I was exposed to it, the less it bothered me.

On our tour, I noticed that while the girls of Independence High followed the uniform code, they managed to tweak it to show as much skin as possible. Girls will be girls, I reasoned to myself. All of them were incredibly fresh-faced and good-looking, like they’d just stepped out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. The plaid black-and-red pleated skirts with the starched white blouses had looked nice and properly conservative at home, but the way the girls were wearing them, they looked more like a costume that a stripper would wear at some seedy club.

And by showing off their skin, they made their pregnancies immediately obvious. Many of them were pregnant...no, most of them. I’d never seen such a high pregnancy rate at a high school before, and while I tried not to gawk, each time one of the young ladies caught my eye on their swelling bellies, they would turn to give me a better angle, arch their back to emphasize their pregnant status, ensure that I could see how young and obviously fertile they were...

One even winked at me, and my mouth just fell open in shock.

Most of the students who didn’t have obviously swelling bellies were wearing long, baggy, loose-fitting sweatshirts to cover their otherwise slim bodies. And a few more looked like either they’d had a few extra pancakes for breakfast that morning, or the gentle curves showing at their midsections might be...well, something else.

And the kicker? It just wasn’t the students. As Beth led me around the hallways of Independence High, I couldn’t help but notice that maybe half the teachers in the school were knocked up as well. Much like their female students, all of the teachers were simply gorgeous, and third of them (at least!) were showing in a family way.

It wasn’t just how many sexy, beautiful teenage girls – and women – that were knocked up that had me feeling troubled...and that had my cock slowly starting to get hard. It was the brazen amount of affection I was seeing as Beth toured me throughout the main building that was bothering me. It wasn’t like the students were openly fucking on the desks – that would’ve just been too, too much – but there were lots of boys walking through the hallways with their arms around lots of girls’ slender waists, with hands roaming down to squeeze their supple ass cheeks...or, on a few occasions, down under the front of the skirt. There was an awful lot of kissing going on, usually with tongue. It didn’t surprise me that a bunch of teenage high school students were randy, but the fact that teachers were passing by without saying or doing a thing about it—it was unnerving.

Something very strange was going on at Independence High.

“Any questions?”

I blinked. We were standing back at the entrance to Independence High, and our little tour was apparently over.

“Well, uh...” I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, trying to think of a tactful way of saying what was on my mind...and then I just gave up and blurted it out. “Boy, it seems like an awful amount of people here are, uh, going to be mothers soon, huh?”

“Really?” Beth seemed genuinely surprised by the question. I thought she was kidding at first, but my jaw practically hit the floor when I realized she was being perfectly serious. “Pete – you don’t mind if I call you Pete, do you? – I’m fully versed on the latest national studies regarding teen pregnancy. Rest assured, Independence High is absolutely no different at all than any other high school around the country.”

I’d been sipping at my bottle of Descartes Water when Beth answered my question. It was about all I could do not to choke on the water as I swallowed it. Instead, I slowly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I tried processing what my new boss had just said...and failed miserably. The words DOES NOT COMPUTE flashed inside my head in gigantic screaming neon lights, and as I looked at the students walking by us – and at the alarmingly high number of pretty female students looking like they were either in a family way, or about to be that way – I couldn’t imagine how any rational person could say such an outrageous statement with a straight face. And for the principal to say it...

“Maybe a couple of girls missed their sex ed class, huh?” I said it with a grin, hoping it came across as a joke. I didn’t even know why I said it, except for the fact that I felt like I had to say something...

“Free birth control pills are available for all female students, provided that their parents give permission and sign the appropriate documents,” Beth replied. She smiled pleasantly at me again, but there was also suddenly coldness in her eyes as she answered my question, and I realized that perhaps I’d said too much. “And please rest assured, all students enrolled here received an exhaustive amount of sex education, far more comprehensive than what’s mandated by the state and federal guidelines.”

“I, I, I...see,” I said lamely. Even though I didn’t see at all. However, what I did see was a slight amount of annoyance in Beth’s face...and she was my boss. I silently cursed myself for even asking about all the knocked-up girls in the first place...way to make a good impression on the first day of work, right? Visions of a phone call being placed to my wife Alison’s boss flashed through my head, followed by Alison being escorted out of the building in tears, as a moving van pulled up in front of our new house...

Nice going, Pete. Way to piss on the fantastic opportunity that was given to your family...

“You have two daughters enrolled here – Stephanie and Melody, yes?” Beth continued. “Twins, if I read their files correctly? And extremely pretty...you must be very, very proud of them. Were you thinking of enrolling them in the school birth control program?”

“What?” The question caught me off-guard. “Uh, well, uh, my wife Alison and I, we’ve read, um, the literature...and we’re discussing it.” I nodded vigorously, as if somehow that would make me sound more confident. “When we finally decide, I’ll, uh, let you know.”

“Good.” Beth nodded approvingly. “I, um, I...I...”

Beth’s voice trailed off, and I noticed that something – or, rather, someone – somewhere further down the hallway from us had captured her undivided attention. I guess I should’ve been surprised by the way her eyes suddenly gleamed with delight, or by her waving and blowing a flirtatious kiss at whomever she saw, like she was a teenage girl with a massive crush instead of a married, pregnant woman in maybe her late thirties...except I wasn’t. After everything I’d seen during our tour of the building, I knew that it was going to take something pretty damn huge to surprise me at Independence High.

I glanced over my shoulder, to see who kiss and the wave were for. Behind me was a freckle-faced teenage boy with a mop of red, shaggy hair, probably no more than fifteen, walking towards the cafeteria with a bunch of his friends. The boy smiled back awkwardly at his principal for a moment, but I caught that sweet, awkward smile change into a lecherous, naughty grin as he turned back to his buddies, and as they gleefully gave him approving high-fives.

Weirder and weirder...

“Sorry,” I said, “see someone you know?”

“Oh, um, yes,” Beth said. She smoothed the sheer fabric of her blouse over the round curves of her abdomen, her face still flushed with a weird, almost giddy excitement. “Just my, uh, husband Tim. He works here, you know. He’s, uh, one of the chemistry teachers.”

“Right,” I said, as I nodded solemnly. “I guess you’ll have to introduce me to him at some point.” I hadn’t seen anyone over by the redheaded teenager and his friends who even looked remotely close to being an adult, let alone a teacher, but I let it slide. I figured that might slide me back closer to Beth’s good graces, and judging from the slightly guilty – and relieved – look on her face as I nodded, I supposed it did.

“So,” Beth continued, “are you ready to start?”

“Sure,” I lied. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

I was kind of relieved to part with Beth. More than relieved, actually. I figured I’d stuck my foot in my mouth enough for the day, so it was good to go somewhere that at least felt like home. And as I walked through the doors of the IT department, I suddenly didn’t feel like a fish out of water anymore. Surrounded by glass walls and high-tech equipment, life almost seemed normal again.

There was a guy sitting at a desk in the corner, staring intently at the screen of his laptop. He looked like he was about my age – slightly balding, though what was left of his blonde hair was long and pulled back in a ponytail. I walked over to him, but he didn’t look up at me. He was so busy staring at his computer screen, he didn’t even look like he’d noticed my arrival. So, I coughed politely and tried not to smile as he practically jumped out of his chair.

“Hey,” I said. I held out my hand, and to my surprise, he took it. It was the first hand-shake I’d had since arriving in town—he had a strong, easy grip, and I felt myself relaxing slightly in his presence. The threat of constant hugs from men had put me on guard.

“I’m Pete. Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other for a while.” I glanced over at the empty desk next to his. “Mine, I guess?”

“Yep, that’s yours,” he replied, grinning crookedly at me. “Steve. Nice to meet you. And don’t worry about being the proverbial ‘new guy’. I’ve only been here a little more than a week myself. My wife got a job as one of the bigwig staff accountants here, so I came along for the ride.”

“No shit,” I said. “Really? Same thing happened to me. My wife Alison got hired.

“Oh,” Steve said. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped as he sat at his desk. “I’m sor...oh, never mind. It’s your first day. Ignore me. Bad day.”

“Umm ... sure,” I said. That definitely wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. All of a sudden, he sounded like he was sorry for me, for some reason. Confused, I stared at the wall while I tried to figure out a way to lighten the mood, which had just unexpectedly gone dark. “You have any kids?”

“Just one daughter – Amber.” His face visibly brightened as he mentioned her name, and he gestured with obvious pride towards a framed picture of a cute pigtailed blonde cheerleader that sat on his desk. “Daddy’s little girl, and my pride and joy. Yourself?”

“Three,” I replied. “Twin girls and a boy. All of them close to your daughter’s age, I guess. They’ll all meet up at some point, I’m sure.”

“Probably,” Steve said. He moved the picture frame slightly on his desk, nudging it with his finger. “Everybody knows everybody in this place eventually. Trust me. Even if you didn’t think you were social before you got here, Independence Falls is a place without too many secrets.”

I laughed. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Not sure yet.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “But when I figure it out, I’ll let you know. Enough small talk though, since we’re going to have plenty of time for that later. You’ve gotten enough official corporate bullshit from everyone else, so let me explain to you what you’re really going to be doing here.”

“Sure,” I said. I tried to sound excited, even though I wasn’t. “Sounds like a plan.”

“So, you read the job description,” Steve said. He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head. “Weird, right? On the one hand, we’re glorified AV crew – show up when someone needs a video projector in a classroom, or when a printer gets jammed. Super easy stuff a kid could do. But when we’re not busy taking care of basic, boring stuff like that, we’re keeping an eye on a server farm. One of the biggest you’ve ever seen, I guarantee you.”

“A farm?” I repeated, raising my eyebrows at his choice of words. “I’ve worked for a few advanced tech companies, Steve” – even though it hasn’t been for quite long time, I silently added, since he didn’t need to know that part of it – “and I doubt a dozen or so servers make a farm, and I doubt this place even has that many. It’s a high school, for heaven’s sake. They don’t need any more than that.”

Steve sighed. “One of the biggest you’ve ever seen,” he repeated. “I guarantee you.” He tapped a few keys on the laptop sitting on his desk, and part of the wall behind me slid away with a gentle click. I jumped at the noise, slightly startled – as far as I’d known up to a few seconds earlier, the gleaming white walls I’d seen everywhere in the school were solid. But instead, I watched as one solid white wall slid upwards into the ceiling, revealing large panes of glass behind it.

And behind those panes of glass looked like ... well, there was practically a warehouse stretching out below us. Rack after rack after rack of servers, in endless rows as far as the eye could see, all metal and gleaming lights, standing on endless rows of pristine white tiles. There was a definite hum coming from behind the glass, probably the cooling fans for what was absolutely-beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt a server farm. I stared at them for a long time, fully aware that a toldja-so grin had spread across Steve’s face. I didn’t blame him. God, I had been so wrong.

“There’s got to be ... shit,” I said finally. I gestured out towards the never-ending rows of server racks stretching out to forever and beyond. “Couple hundred of them, right? Maybe even a few ... a few thousand? I’m guessing this isn’t just for the school, but for Oneiroi International’s corporate headquarters, too?”

“Nope.” A smirk crept to Steve’s face. “Just the schools. Nothing else. If you really want to be impressed, I can take you over to Corporate later today. This is nothing compared to what’s going on there – just a drop in the ocean.”

“What?” If Steve had punched me in the face right then and there, I would’ve been less surprised. “They don’t need...okay, what are they all for, then?”

“Interactive lessons, videos, stuff like that.” Steve tapped at his laptop again, and the white wall started sliding neatly back into place, hiding the mammoth server farm out of sight once more. “You know. Training materials.”

“Training materials?” My jaw almost hit the floor as I blurted out those words. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” I took a couple of steps closer to the windows, my eyes narrowing as I looked harder at the servers. “There’s enough servers in there to service Facebook, or a top gaming company, or...”

“...or something way, way bigger than a regular sized high school?” Steve finished with a laugh. “I know. How much processing power does a school need, right? Well, that’s officially what they’re for, anyway. Unofficially...I guess we might have to look into it. If you’re interested.”

“Definitely,” I muttered. I walked over to the wall, rapping at it with my knuckles. I still couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. “So, enough computer resources to power the Department of Defense is what’s running a supposedly ordinary high school.” I looked uneasily at Steve. “Anything else you want to tell me that isn’t official corporate bullshit?”

“I, well...” Steve looked like he wanted to say more, but just let out a long, low sigh instead. “Well, you’ll see, I guess. This place, it’s great, don’t get me wrong. It’s not like we’re working for some sinister James Bond villain or something. At least I don’t think so.”

Steve chuckled uneasily. So did I.

“But it’s just, um, odd at times – not just at Oneiroi, but all of Independence Falls,” Steve continued. “You’ll see.” He took a deep breath, and turned in his chair away from me, returning his attention back to his computer. “I don’t want to color your judgment of this place too much. Just sit back and watch for a few days, see what you think, make up your own mind...and if you have questions in a week or two, just ask.”

“Okay,” I said. I had about a thousand questions I wanted to ask right then and there, but I stopped myself. Steve wasn’t about to answer any of them – not yet – and apart from him, who I’d just met, I didn’t know another soul in Independence Falls who could give me answers. Or – more importantly – who I could trust.

Instead, I took a seat behind my own brand-new laptop, and finally got to work.

“Ohmigod ...that feels so good! Harder, fuck me harder...don’t stop, baby, I’m gonna cum...OOOOOHHHH!!!”

I stopped dead in my tracks. The school day had been over for just over an hour, and most of the students and teachers had cleared out all of the classrooms. I’d spent the majority of the day in my new tech office with Steve, going over basic procedures, even after Steve had gone home for the day. With the school basically empty by the time I decided to leave, I decided to give myself my own unsupervised tour of the school, just to see what I could find for myself.

What I found in the west wing by the gymnasium was definitely not what I was expecting.

As I rounded the corner of the hallway towards the boy’s locker room, I could see a pair of shadows by the stairs writhing lustfully against each other. And as I got a little closer, I could see a lithe, sexy teenage girl standing there slightly bent over, her hands gripping the chrome metal railing of the stairway as her prim-and-proper skirt lay in a crumpled puddle around her ankles, along with her panties. Behind her was a teenage boy who looked quite pleased with himself, cheerfully rutting away at her from behind.

The girl? Jasmine, our new next-door neighbor’s daughter with the amazing tits.

The boy? My son Robbie.

Of course.

Goddammit.

“I can’t believe...you’ve only...OHHH, SHIT!!!...only b-been here a few days, and...AAAHHH!!!” Jasmine blubbered in lewd, shameless joy. ”And your cock, R-Robbie, it’s already s-so b-b-big...OH, GOD, FUCK ME HARDER!!!”

“If you say so, you sexy slut,” Robbie said with a lazy smirk. To my complete and utter astonishment, he slid one of his hands down from her slender waist, and gave one of those succulent, jiggling ass cheeks of hers a hard, playful slap. Robbie looked like he was having the time of his life, his plaid tie loose around his neck and his pants bunched down around his ankles, jackhammering away at Jasmine’s juicy little cunt with obvious enthusiasm.

Great. Just great.

My own son.

On his first day at a new school.

I guessed it was a step up from his constantly jerking off, but still...

I wanted to look away from the sight of my son fucking that hot, sexy little minx...for that matter, I wanted to just march on over and grab him by the arm, and pull him away to talk some sense into him. Fucking a girl in the stairwell at school, where anyone – including your own father – can see you? With a girl you just met? Come on!

But not only could I not tear my eyes away from the two of them happily fucking away...to my embarrassment, I found that watching them was giving me an absolutely raging hard-on. It was such a hot sight. Jasmine, with that pretty smile of hers, her eyes closed and those luscious, perky breasts of hers bouncing around like crazy as my son slid his dick into her tight little twat...holy shit, what a lucky kid, I thought enviously. Bet he’s having the time of his life...

And even more embarrassing, I found myself wanting to jerk off as I watched them. I didn’t know why the urge was so strong – I would’ve thought that seeing my own son fucking some girl would’ve disgusted me, no matter how sexy she was – but instead, I found myself wanted more than anything to pleasure myself while I watched them. My hand had wandered down to the increasingly agonizing bulge in my khaki trousers, my fingertips wanting to unzip the fly so I could, well, relieve myself. I don’t know how I did it, but it took just about every ounce of willpower I had to keep my pants zipped up.

So instead, I watched Robbie and Jasmine rutting away like dogs in heat in the stairway for five, maybe ten minutes, the fluorescent track lighting hanging from the ceiling flickering oddly as the two horny teenagers moaned and writhed in ecstasy. The sounds of slapping flesh echoed throughout the stairwell along with their throaty gasps of wicked pleasure, Jasmine begging Robbie to fuck her even harder...and Robbie needing no encouragement as he banged the naughty slut like a screen door in a hurricane.

Even without touching myself, I thought my dick was about to explode. My trousers were tented up as I helplessly watched the two horny teenagers fuck, my cock throbbing in indescribable agony, harder that it’d ever been in my life. It was both the sexiest and the most tortuous thing I’d ever seen, and I needed to bite my lips to keep from screaming...

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, I finally saw Robbie lean up even closer to Jasmine as he pounded away at her, his chest pressing against her shoulders, putting his lips to her ear. He murmured something to the randy little minx as his strokes inside her grew slower but much more urgent, and she turned back to look at him, nodding as a lewd, blissful smile crossed her pretty face.

“I told you, it’s okay,” Jasmine whimpered, as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, “do it, do it, do...OOOOOHHH!!!” I could see the knuckles of her small hands whiten as her grip around the stairwell railing tightened, her sexy, slender body shuddering hard in what looked like a powerful orgasm...and as Robbie stiffened behind her, his whole body shuddering as well. I watched as he violently thrust himself into Jasmine a few more times, and then practically collapsed behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

They stood there by the stairwell for a few minutes, not saying anything, barely even moving, with just the sound of their loud, exhausted panting echoing down the hallway. Finally, with a deep breath, Robbie took a step back from Jasmine...and my eyes widened in shock. I sank to the floor, unable to take my eyes off the pair of them even as I curled into the fetal position, quietly whimpering as my own hard prick throbbed painfully between my legs in unfulfilled agony. I noticed Robbie look for a moment in my direction, but he didn’t see me.

Thank goodness.

Part of my shock was seeing my own son’s cock dangling between his legs. I hadn’t seen too many other pricks in person besides my own, but I had watched a lot of porn, so I was at least familiar with what a big cock was supposed to look it. And Robbie’s cock – still glistening, and slightly softening from post-coital bliss – it was a fucking whopper, way bigger than my own. I actually found myself wondering if it was possible to increase the length and girth of the male sexual organ through constant masturbation. It seemed the only rational explanation for the size of Robbie’s monster prick. It was easily eleven inches long, with a thick girth as well.

That, however, wasn’t what surprised me most.

The sight of Jasmine’s pert, sexy ass as she still leaned against the railing, bent over and panting as she struggled to catch her breath, as gobs of thick white semen dribbled out of her freshly-fucked slit and down her lean, toned inner thighs...that was what surprised me.

“Goddammit,” I muttered thickly, even as my own cock still throbbed and ached mightily at the sight of what I’d just seen. Robbie, apparently, had fucked Jasmine bareback, and had just filled that tight, naughty little pussy of hers with a torrent of his hot baby-making cream. I’d given him “the talk”, of course – most importantly, the need to wear a rubber—but given his complete lack of success with girls back in Boston, I’d figured that our discussion wasn’t ever going to be much more than hypothetical, at least not until he got to college.

Guess I was wrong. Unfortunately.

“Oh my god, Robbie,” Jasmine murmured, “that was so good...” She thrust out those amazing bare ass cheeks, wiggling them back against his hips. “Think we can go again soon?”

“What, three times today isn’t enough for you, Jas?” Robbie said, chuckling wickedly. “But if you get me ready, you dirty slut, I think so,” He gently put his hands on Jasmine’s slender shoulders, pushing her down on her knees in front of him. I heard soft, wet slurping noises as the silhouette of Jasmine’s head began earnestly bobbing up and down between his legs...and as Robbie groaned again in ecstasy, I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

I finally managed to tear myself away from the sight of my teenage son and his sexy little slut of a lover, my balls throbbing with painful desire as I stood up stumbled back down the hallway to the main entrance of the school, back towards the parking lot and finally back to my car.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The moment I got in the car, my trousers were down around my ankles. First day at work be damned, I didn’t care if anyone saw me – I immediately began jerking off, moaning softly as the sight of hot cum dripping from Jasmine’s tight cunny danced in front of my eyes. I felt sure that I’d only need to pull my pud for five, ten seconds tops before I exploded – seriously, my dick was as hard as a diamond – but to my horror, I found myself flogging my cock for a minute...then two...then five...and as much as my manhood was dying to erupt, I couldn’t make myself cum.

What the hell was happening to me?

Reluctantly, I tucked my rigid, unsatisfied prick back into my trousers, my eyes watering with pain...and, I have to admit, with self-loathing. Jerking off in the parking lot where you work? Jerking off thinking about your son fucking some hot teenage girl? I thought bitterly. Stay classy, Pete. I could barely fish my keys out of my jacket pocket – I felt like I’d been kicked hard in the balls. Never in my life had I known such unbearable agony...

“Independence Falls,” I muttered weakly to myself, as I managed to start the car and head home, “what the fuck is going on here?”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for my wife Alison to get home that night. It was only maybe twenty minutes between when I stumbled through the front door to when Alison arrived. But those twenty minutes were still the longest twenty minutes of my life. While I waited, I lay on our brand-new couch curled up in a whimpering ball of agony, my stiff dick harder than a diamond pulsating with excruciating pain between my legs. I was thankful that – for once – Stephanie and Melanie were holed up in their new bedroom, not wanting to talk to their parents, especially their dad. I don’t know what I would’ve done if they saw me lying on the couch like that.

Alison barely took two steps into our new house that night before I sprang off the couch, grabbing roughly her by the wrist and dragging her upstairs as fast as I could to our bedroom. She barely managed to say four words (probably “what are you doing?”—I wasn’t listening, because I sure didn’t care) before I literally tore off her clothes and started fucking her brains almost-literally out. At that point, my cock was throbbing so hard with need that I thought I might pass out...and sinking my aching prick deep into my wife’s wonderful pussy was such sweet, utter relief.

Fortunately, for whatever the reason, Alison seemed to be just as horny as I was. As I earnestly began pounding away at her sweet, warm cunt, I was dimly aware of how sopping wet she was...and I swear she came loudly four or five times before I did, despite the fact I didn’t last more than a few minutes! And Alison wasn’t quiet, either – she writhed in ecstasy beneath me and groaned and screamed my name as she orgasmed again and again and again, raking her nails down my back hard enough to draw blood. If I’d been in a slightly more rational frame of mind, I might’ve been worried about whether or not the girls were home, and if they could hear us fucking like a pair of crazed weasels in heat.

But since I wasn’t feeling even remotely rational, I groaned loudly and closed my eyes as I came, blasting my wife’s pussy full of hot, sticky semen. My dick exploded inside her in heavenly relief...and it felt like I unloaded a gallon of cum inside Alison’s cunt. I don’t think I’d ever cum that hard in my life before.

Gasping with pleasure, I kissed my wife. Hard.

It had been such a crazy day. I was so incredibly glad I had such a loving, sexy wife to make everything better.