Tommy Takes Charge (red eyes)

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Compiled by: Gu She, Leonic
Title: Red Eyes (tommytakescharge)
Original Work: narav, Blackie

The story begins on the edge of a swamp, where Tommy gets bitten by an insect.
It was an evening when he was eight years old. Tommy was fantasizing about being a brilliant super spy, hacking into the enemy's electronic systems, with an imaginary female spy captivated by his charm. This daydream was so enchanting that, at its peak, he failed to notice the unusually large insect. The insect
was lying on a log Tommy had to pass, and when Tommy touched it , it immediately reacted.
"Aaaaaahh ... Imagined hundreds of enemies shouting and chasing after him, he clutched his injured arm and ran back into the house. Tommy passed through the curtain and saw his mother busy in the kitchen. His mother still looked so young and beautiful, no more than twenty-five. Tommy was conceived by his mother when she was in high school, but his father had made the best preparations for them, until that accident last year… “Hi! Mommy,” Tommy called out loudly. She glanced at her son’s swaying arm, giving him a worried look. His mother had inherited his father’s shares and was now the general manager of a trading company, managing many male employees. She didn’t have to work on Saturdays, and when she was home, she kept a closer eye on her son. Today was Saturday, and sure enough, the boy had gotten hurt. “What are you doing?” his mother asked, immediately putting down her work and running to check the wound. “Oh! It’s nothing, just a bug bite,” Tommy waved his arm, indicating he didn’t care, but his mother grabbed his hand and examined it carefully. She kissed her son’s forehead. "Where did you get bitten?" "From the woods near the door, towards the swamp. It's nothing, isn't it?" "I thought I told you not to go near that abandoned chemical waste dump." Mom's face darkened. "Oh, Mommy. It's just a bite, it'll be fine soon." "You're always like this, I should really spank you. Other kids are past this mischievous age." Mom sighed, "Raising an eight-year-old without a father is exhausting." As she spoke, a single, glistening tear appeared in the corner of her eye. "I'm so sad that Daddy's gone, Mommy, I love you." "I know." Mom wiped away her tears. "Tommy, Mommy has to go out tonight. Later, that pretty young lady, Lisa, will come to take care of you." "Oh! Mommy, I don't need a nanny. Didn't you say I'm old enough? Please, Mommy!" Tommy wasn't really bothered by Lisa. She was always exciting, and in his eyes, she was a real beauty. If he had the chance, maybe he could put on a tape of his favorite videos. "I love you, son. I can't take any risks. She'll be here before six, so you'd better be good then." Mom patted Tommy's hair and went back to her interrupted kitchen work. Completely forgetting his spy game, Tommy slipped back to his room, locked the door, and pulled out the porn magazine he'd secretly gotten from his mother. Looking at the blonde women with exposed breasts and bare buttocks in the book, he began to wonder if his mother was also unaware, like these women , but he knew Lisa certainly was. Time passed, and after a satisfying "reading" session, Tommy realized it was almost time for Lisa to arrive. He didn't want to miss the chance to see her, even if this woman was there to control him. Tommy went into the bathroom, wanting to tidy himself up before Lisa arrived. In the mirror, he was surprised to find his eyes faintly glowing red. Oh well, maybe it was just his imagination! He focused, recalling his impressions of Lisa . Lisa had just entered university this fall. She was as beautiful as the models in those big-breasted porn magazines, even more beautiful. A pair of long, smooth, beautiful legs made her almost five feet eight inches tall; a pair of round, soft 92F breasts; and an angelic face that could mesmerize anyone. A perfect oval face, brown eyes, a delicate nose as if sculpted by a master; a small mouth placed in a perfect position on a face he had never seen before; her lips were extremely beautiful, almost always upturned, making one restlessly want to taste them. Her lovely black hair was always so soft and moving whenever he touched it. "Tommy!" His mother's voice came from downstairs, and he quickly climbed the stairs. His mother and Lisa were standing in the doorway. His mother looked beautiful too, her hair styled in a French braid, her tight-fitting short skirt perfectly showcasing her legs, and her low-cut top subtly revealing her breasts, which were even fuller than he remembered. Tommy gasped, then looked at Lisa. His mother and she were discussing their monthly paychecks. Lisa was wearing jeans, concealing her long, beautiful legs that he found pleasing. But her breasts were encased in a light blue camisole, her large breasts stretching the camisole's outline, her nipples almost bursting out. Tommy found it hard to breathe; he was sure every man would drool over those enormous breasts. Her pretty black hair was tied in a ponytail, cascading gracefully down her neck, and when she nodded in agreement with her mother, it bounced back in waves, radiating youthful vitality. "Tommy, Mommy might be back quite late. Mr. Bruce and I will be going to see a movie after dinner. Be good at home, okay?" Mom waved. Tommy stared intently at his mother, watching her walk away, her back shrouded in her clothes. How come he never noticed how good his mother's figure was before?! Mom must be thinking about what she and Mr. Bruce would do tonight! "Okay, Tommy. I'm going to watch TV for a bit. Do you need anything?" To Tommy, Lisa's sweet voice was like heaven. "Um, no." Tommy closed his eyes on her bright, crystal-clear brown eyes, trying to use his usual excuse to keep her occupied. He didn't want to just slip back upstairs and keep indulging in his favorite daydreams. "How about we find something to do, like...like playing a simple game of cards?" Lisa's eyes suddenly became misty, her expression blank for a moment, then she smiled and nodded. "Okay, playing cards are fun too, I'm really good at them. Wait a minute, I'll go get the cards." She went to the cabinet and found the playing cards her mother had left there. Uh, it was strange. His request had almost become a ritual; he would ask every time, and Lisa would always smile and say no. She usually told him to do something childish and wait for her mother to come home. That smile almost always melted his heart with joy, yet he was also deeply hurt by the rejection. But this time she said yes… Quite surprised, perhaps even nearly fainting from the surprise, Tommy sat down in the living room.

The carpet was soft, and the space was spacious enough to play cards. Besides, it would be a nice place to lie down if he could find a way to snuggle up to her.
Lisa returned, holding a deck of cards, seemingly unperturbed by her recent change. Lisa sat down on the carpet, her legs crossed without any hesitation, her large breasts heaving violently within her bra with the slightest movement.
She seemed to have forgotten the effect this had on Tommy; each sway of her breasts caused another sharp pain between the boy's legs.
"Oh!" Tommy groaned indistinctly.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Lisa asked genuinely.
She knew how troublesome it was for a babysitter when their parents weren't home and their child was sick. Tommy's obvious admiration wasn't enough to bother her, but if he was sick, she would be very upset tonight.
"I'm fine," he replied quickly, trying to control his gaze from staring at her breasts.
Tommy wanted Lisa to perceive him as masculine, not sickly, so he sat up straight, puffing out his chest.
Lisa dealt the cards, and they started playing Big Two.
After a short while, Tommy suddenly had a strange feeling. Every time their eyes met, Lisa would do something silly, like taking two cards in a row. He was puzzled as to why.
Strangely, she actually agreed that this made the game faster.
Blinking, he remembered his eyes glowing red in the mirror. He decided to experiment, to see if his words would affect Lisa when their eyes met…
“You should discard the Ace of Spades,” he suggested directly when their eyes met again.
He knew she had that card, and she seemed to know he needed it too. After a blank look, Lisa nodded slightly.
The next round, she was again asked to discard a spade. Tommy's mouth dropped open, and he quickly gathered his cards to discard, winning the round.

Lisa looked somewhat disgusted and unhappy, shaking her hand helplessly.
"Hmm." Tommy met her gaze again, diligently trying to win using this method, thoroughly enjoying himself. He even felt a red glow reflecting in Lisa's brown eyes.
Suddenly, Tommy had an idea. He said, "Hey! How about we play strip poker?"
Lisa shook her head, as if out of control, then stared at the cards.

"I... I think we should just play regular poker. My boyfriend won't like your idea, and your mother won't approve." Lisa refused, but inwardly she didn't understand why a voice kept persuading her that the suggestion was actually quite interesting. She didn't think satisfying this brat's desires was a good thing at all.

Tommy looked at Lisa again...
"You really want to see my eyes clearly now." He whispered, his voice just loud enough for her to hear.
Tommy tried to make his voice rhythmic, full of alluring hypnotic power. He felt that using this strange seduction required a deeper voice.
"I...yes...your eyes are beautiful..." Lisa drifted into a daze, lost in the two hazy red pools.
Tommy was surprised; he remembered reading about hypnosis. Suddenly, he could do this to Lisa, and she seemed to only offer slight resistance.
Whatever the limitations the books had on this, as long as he could control Lisa now! He really wanted to make Lisa strip off those annoying clothes.

"When your gaze shifts elsewhere, you will forget you have a boyfriend."
"Yes, I...I will forget Roger."
Lisa nodded, but didn't look away. Tommy laughed happily, certain that Lisa was under the control of some unknown magic.
Some mysterious magic belonging to him.
What exactly was going on? It was beyond his comprehension, but he would definitely figure out a perfect way to use it...
"You don't need to worry about my mommy; she'll be happy to know you like me."
"Yes, happy...happy." Lisa was completely under control; her once sweet voice now sounded lifeless.
“You want to play striptease with me.”
“I want to…no, no, that’s wrong!…I…I want to…” She tried to shake her head, but her gaze was immediately locked on.
“You like playing striptease with me,” Tommy reiterated.
“I like playing striptease with you.” Lisa finally gave in, seemingly a little confused as to why she had so firmly refused earlier.
“When I look away, you’ll still do as I say, you know?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Lisa’s eyes suddenly went blank, startling Tommy, who quickly looked away to let her regain her senses.
She quickly dropped her cards and drew another set, as if it were all her own idea.
“Okay, a bet is a bet.” She smiled. “One round is one piece of clothing, right?”
“Sounds good for me.” Tommy smiled slightly, knowing he would soon see Lisa’s body, which had only appeared in his dreams before. He was very interested in how to fit her large breasts into her.
Tommy expected her to take them off immediately, but there seemed to be a better way.
“Your turn,” Lisa said.
Tommy quickly won the first round.
Lisa, without hesitation, pulled off her shoes.
Lisa won the second round, and Tommy lost his shoes.
The next round was his again, then Lisa's turn…

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Soon, the woman was left with only jeans and a camisole, and the man was left with only his pants.
When Tommy won another round, Lisa blushed. Considering her clothes, she decided to use her jeans as payment.
The girl stood up lightly, slipped her thumb into the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoned them, and pulled them down a little. Then, she unzipped the zipper and slowly pulled it down, a half-smile on her face, watching Tommy's reaction.
A breathtakingly long leg emerged from the pants, revealing the strong muscles Lisa had developed from jogging, and the alluring curves.
Tommy's eyes were fixed upwards, down to the pink panties at the top of her thighs, a few fine curls peeking out from the edges.
"Do you like my legs?" Lisa asked softly.
The boy nodded stiffly, reaching out to touch her shapely legs, but Lisa brushed his hand away.
"Hey, this is a game, you can only admire from afar, not touch."
Tommy grumbled, throwing a tantrum for a moment, then remembered he could control the rules. He could change them whenever he wanted.
Tommy decided to wait, to remove Lisa's bra in the next round, slowly undressing her.
"Your card," Tommy said. This round, the boy took off his pants, leaving only his white panties.
Tommy felt a little embarrassed; he didn't know what girls liked to see, but he decided to continue.
He would win the next round.
Heaven was about to appear; those tightly wrapped, enormous breasts were finally about to break free of their restraints.
Lisa stood up, turned her back to Tommy, and glanced sideways at her shoulder, slowly searching for the bow at the bottom of her camisole. After untying it, she used one hand to hold the dress in place, and with the other hand, she untied another bow at the back of her neck. She turned back, her arms covering her private parts.

Tommy was somewhat disappointed. Lisa smiled slightly and moved her hand away.
"Wow!" A mischievous scream rang out, and the girl's snow-white, round breasts leaped into Tommy's eyes.
She shamelessly enjoyed the relief of being undressed; Tommy's words had seeped into Lisa's subconscious, like her own thoughts.
Tommy stared, dumbfounded, his eyes wide. This was the closest he had ever seen breasts.
The delicate nipples hardened from the sudden coolness, and with Lisa's movements, her breasts trembled in waves.
She swayed gently unconsciously, moving in accordance with the obvious intent in Tommy's eyes.
"Take off your panties too," Tommy said.
"No, the game isn't over yet," Lisa refused.
"No problem," Tommy said in a low voice. "It's part of the game. Take off your panties!"
"I...no, I..." Lisa turned her head away again, struggling with herself.
Tommy's control worked in the right places, and she immediately responded to the command.
Once again, Lisa hooked her thumb on the belt and carefully let her panties slide down her legs, exposing her round buttocks. As she bent over to pull down her panties, her snow-white buttocks resembled the most perfect heart shape.
Just as Lisa bent over, sparse, curly pubic hair appeared deep between her legs.
"Aren't you going to help me take off my panties?"
"No, I think...I should put my clothes on, the news...it's news time."
Tommy suddenly realized and cursed himself for being so stupid as to let her make the decision.
Things could get better, but how?
He remembered the letters from women in the magazines upstairs, what they said they liked.
If he could make Lisa feel aroused, maybe…
“You feel very thirsty right now,” Tommy said. “You need relief, don’t you?” Lisa began to waver, her brown eyes blank.
But this time it was different; it seemed the root of her dazed state came from within, not from external commands.
“Oh…” she murmured, “Hmm! I…”
“You want me to touch you right now. Beg me!”
“Oh! Tommy. I can’t do that, I…” Lisa’s voice trembled with uncontrollable desire. She closed her eyes tightly, her chin resting on her right shoulder, afraid to look up.
“Tommy, please, I need your touch.”
Tommy smiled slightly and reached out to touch the girl’s body, which was already drenched in sweat.
The boy’s hand touched the breasts that had been forbidden before, and Lisa trembled slightly. She opened her eyes wide, then closed them again, thrusting her chest forward, seeking passionate caresses.
His small hands couldn't even grasp her 92F breasts; Tommy could feel the engorged nipples timidly blooming beneath his palms. In amazement and awe, he worshipped her snow-white breasts with his lips. Before this, Tommy had never had the chance to touch a real pair of breasts.
With a touch of ecstasy, he gently kneaded her soft, cotton-like breasts, caressing the breasts of a real young girl.
Every moment, the boy felt both surprise and joy.
Lisa trembled with each caress; his warm palms seemed to electrify, gradually awakening every inch of her skin that was touched.
Soon, Lisa's body was glistening with sweat. Tommy stopped, knowing that if he continued, he would wet the floor.
"Then, between my legs…" Tommy's voice was urgent with joy, "put my cock in your mouth." He had learned the word 'cock' from pornographic magazines.
After much anticipation, he finally let Lisa play with his "big dick." Tommy waited to feel the girl's lips touch him, his heart pounding with nervousness as he shifted his body.
"I don't want to put that dirty thing in my mouth, Tommy," Lisa still defied his command.
Tommy was devastated. Why wasn't she doing as he
was told? He vaguely remembered that some things people wouldn't normally do, even under hypnosis, they wouldn't do.
Tommy tried to think of a way, and slowly, an idea appeared in his mind.
He remembered once, after seeing Lisa sucking on an ice pop, he had fantasized all night about Lisa sucking his penis.
The ice pop going in and out of her mouth, his tongue feeling the cool touch.
Maybe he could use this method to make her submit!
"Kneel in front of me," Lisa obeyed, kneeling down, because Tommy was standing and seemed taller than her.
Tommy held his limp penis, making sure Lisa noticed it. "You see a popsicle, a sweet and juicy popsicle, it's your favorite flavor. You want to suck on this popsicle, reach out and hold it, it won't freeze your hand."
Lisa reached for his penis, gripping it tightly as if she were very fond of it, very tightly, too tightly...
"Hey, be gentler." Tommy's face twitched, he said with difficulty, "If you squeeze the popsicle gently, sweet juice will flow out."
"Oh! My popsicle." When Lisa tasted the popsicle, a look of confusion immediately appeared on her face.
"Now, for the fun of the game, we'll call this popsicle 'cock,' understand? But you know it really is a popsicle."
"I'm holding your cock." Lisa murmured.
"Do you like sucking my cock?"
"Very much, I like cold and juicy cock." She slowly swallowed the glans into her mouth and began to suck on it.
"God!" That was the only thought that came to Tommy's mind.
"Mmm...uh...mmm!" The girl made strange sounds in her throat, her warm, delicate tongue wrapping around the glans, just like when she sucked on an ice pop that day. Her soft, light pink lips gripped the tip of his penis again and again.
Tommy began to thrust his hips in and out with each suck. When Lisa started licking, Tommy thrust even harder.
"Dick ice pop...mmm...Lisa loves Tommy's little cock..."
Suddenly, he felt all the heat in his body rush to his crotch.
"Ohhhhhh!" Tommy groaned loudly, "Oh! Uh!"
The pulse of orgasm shot from between his legs straight to the tip of his penis, and a stream of semen sprayed towards the girl who was sucking on it.
Lisa happily swallowed it, the imagined taste of an ice pop filling her with joy. She held the penis, still wanting more, and sucked hard. Tommy, unable to bear the demand, trembled all over as if he had been electrocuted.
"You can stop sucking my cock now," Tommy gasped.
"But it tastes so good." Lisa smacked her lips and licked it again.
Unexpectedly, this continuous contact made him hard again. Usually, when he masturbated while reading a magazine, his penis would stay like that once it went soft.
"You can lick it a couple more times, and then you'll feel very thirsty and want me inside you."
"Oh! I don't... um, yes, it would be so good to have you inside me!" she admitted.
Lisa's tongue licked the penis clean until she was sure she hadn't missed a single drop.
"Lie down," Tommy said. "Let me see how you masturbate."
Lisa lay on the carpet, limbs outstretched, staring dazedly at the eight-year-old boy before her.
Tommy felt his need rising again. He knelt between her legs, watching her fingers probe her vagina, while his other hand moved to one of her nipples, pinching and teasing the pink flesh.
Lisa tried licking her own nipple, succeeding, and took the breast into her mouth to suckle.
"Oh!" she murmured, tilting her head back to rest for a moment, then lowering it again to continue.
Tommy spread Lisa's legs wide, moving himself above her. Lisa masturbated continuously, playing with her swollen, bright red labia, the movements becoming increasingly intense; her hips began to roll back and forth, swaying incessantly with obvious lust.
"Lisa, help me, help me get inside you." Tommy tried to place his penis outside her labia, but he didn't know where the actual entrance was.
Lisa reached out and grasped his penis, guiding the boy into her eager, erect vagina. Tommy's waist sank, sinking into a soft, wet hole. The tight, wet sensation was incredibly pleasurable. If he hadn't already ejaculated in Lisa's mouth first, he probably would have come immediately.
Lisa arched her back, responding intensely. Her movements were so vigorous that Tommy felt like he was riding a wild, mad horse, almost falling off several times.
"Oh! God, Tommy, I feel so hot, fuck me, Tommy, fuck this filthy slut to death."
Tommy happily complied.
Lisa moaned softly, her vagina already very wet, tightly gripping Tommy. He thrashed his body to the girl's movements, while Lisa's actions became increasingly wild and unrestrained.
"Oh...so good, Tommy's little cock...ahhh...oh!" she screamed, an orgasm following closely behind. Her clenched fists pounded the floor, then relaxed in pleasure.
Tommy couldn't hold back any longer, following Lisa's movements, enjoying the floating pleasure.
But now, the pleasure gradually returned to his body.
A burning sensation deep in his scrotum, the scalding seed of life shooting deep into his mother's body. As the semen shot out through his penis, the intense spasms almost made his muscles spasm.
Exhausted, Tommy collapsed onto the limp Lisa, unable to get up.
Lisa gasped for breath, while Tommy, still immersed in the afterglow, almost didn't hear the click of the front door.
He glanced at the clock on the wall in surprise; it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.
Why was Mom home now!
Tommy couldn't imagine what would happen if his mother saw them now.
"I might be hungry, but that damn octopus should be hanged!" A shrill, angry roar came from the front hall.
Tommy scrambled to the clothes, but Lisa remained sprawled out, her arm shielding her eyes.
She couldn't hear anything anymore.
Tommy grabbed the clothes quickly, but it was too late…
“Tommy! Lisa!” Mom screamed, “You brat, you'd better have a good explanation for what you’re doing…”
Mom’s face was contorted with rage; she was clearly furious. Her eyes burned with fury, the sight before her far more infuriating than the humiliation she’d suffered on their date earlier that day.
“You whore!” Mom lunged forward, slapping Lisa across the face, yelling, “I thought I could trust you, leave my son with you, God, he’s only eight! How could you seduce him into doing this? And you, you little idiot… sex is a dangerous thing, some things you’d better wait…”
Then, she saw her son’s eyes.
“…wait…until you…” The words tumbled out. Mom’s expression went blank, just like Lisa’s reaction.
A long silence stretched between them…
Finally, Tommy realized he could control his mother, just as he had controlled Lisa.
She was captivated.
“Mommy,” Tommy’s voice trembled.
Manipulating Lisa was one thing; turning her into a sex toy was a daydream he often had; but his mother was different, she was the person he would spend his life with.
Tommy wasn’t sure if he should do this to his mother, and he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if “Mommy was no longer Mommy.”
But seeing his mother’s outfit tonight… damn, she looked so alluring.
“Mmm! Tommy,” his mother responded unconsciously.
“You really love me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Tommy.”
Lisa was somewhat surprised by the scene. She was worried that Tommy’s mother would complain to her employer. Although it seemed strange, she knew Tommy had it all figured out.
After thinking it over for a moment, Lisa decided she couldn’t let Tommy’s mother tell anyone that she had raped a little boy. She hoped Tommy would succeed.
"Mommy, you haven't had sex in a long time. You feel empty, you want a man, you want a big cock to satisfy you, to fill your horny little cunt, right?"
"Tommy, since your daddy left, Mommy hasn't had..." Mom's voice grew softer and softer, almost as if she were falling asleep.
"You want sex in the house, you want to make love to you right now."
"No, Tommy, no, a mother can't do that with her own son. We're mother and son, that's incest, that's wrong." As she spoke, Mom slowly shook her head in refusal, even though her gaze was fixed on Tommy.
"You still want a man, but no other man will do. Only in your own home, only the person closest to you can comfort you. Mommy, you want your own son to make love to you." Tommy's voice became more commanding.
Mom's pupils dilated, and she began to nod.
"Yes, I want you, Tommy. I want you to satisfy Mommy."
"Good idea, Mommy. When you think about anything we do, it's all your own idea. When you turn your head in a moment, you'll feel incredibly thirsty, any man in front of you will be able to have you. Even though Lisa is here, you don't care at all, you know?"
"Hmm, Lisa seems to be your lover. I don't mind her being here," Mommy murmured.
"Very good." Tommy walked to her side, carefully, not daring to lose eye contact with his mother. He touched his mother's full breasts through her clothes. Underneath the clothes, her nipples were already erect, gradually hardening under his palm.
"Your son's hands feel so good, more good than ever before. When you look away in a moment, you'll want more."
"Oh...oh...son, you're making Mommy..." Mommy moaned softly, her eyes still meeting his.
"When it's all over, you'll forget about today," Tommy said, emphasizing his words. "And from now on, whatever I say, you'll do it, even if I'm not looking you in the eye, understand?"
"Yes, mmm..." The mother gently swayed her body, longing for the touch of her son, who was currently moving over her private parts.
Her breathing became more regular, a rhythm of longing and awakening beginning to grow within her.
Tommy shifted his gaze from his mother.
Her eyes closed gently, and from the rapid twitching of her eyelids, one could imagine the burning desire within her.
Tommy began to unbutton his mother's blouse, seeking a better view to admire his beloved, snow-white, full breasts. When he touched her bare skin, his mother's breathing quickened. Tommy unhooked the front clasp, letting her bra slip diagonally off her shoulders, freeing her full breasts, their heavy weight causing them to sag slightly.
He took one of her erect nipples into his mouth, and his mother instinctively pulled her son closer, completely immersed in the sensation.
"Thud!" Her purse fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
Behind them, Lisa gracefully rose, staring incredulously at Tommy and his mother.
Hearing the voice, Tommy turned around. "Lisa, come here. Help me take off Mommy's clothes, and you can play with us too."
Driven by a voice from the depths of her heart, Lisa quickly came to Tommy's side and began to take off her mother's dress.
The mother opened her eyes in surprise, but when her son touched her breasts, her vision blurred. Tommy pulled his mother's top off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. He was very careful; before this, Tommy had never actually helped a woman remove her bra, let alone her underwear.
The mother stood up straight, yearning for her son's attention, wearing only high heels, stockings, and panties.
Tommy trembled slightly as he moved closer to his mother, his lips covering hers, the soft, moist sensation incredibly wonderful.
The mother responded passionately, actively pressing her tongue against his lips and teeth. Tommy discovered the pleasure of kissing and quickly intertwined his tongue with his mother's.
Soon, he turned around.
"Come with me." Tommy took his mother and the nanny's hands and led them into the room.
"Lie down, let's have some fun."
"Good idea," Mom replied with a smile.
His penis, already experienced from Lisa's service, was now back to its best condition.

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Tommy straddled Mom's lower abdomen, caressing her alabaster breasts, rubbing his penis between them. His penis rubbed back and forth between her breasts, covered in warm, moist sweat, thoroughly lubricated.
Mom's face tilted forward, following Tommy's thrusts, her tongue skillfully licking the tip of his penis, leaving no trace.
The contact of her soft tongue sent electric currents rushing through the boy's legs, Tommy felt his entire body tense.
"Tommy, my darling son, shoot on Mommy's face, Mommy wants her darling son's semen."
With Mom's moans, he began to ejaculate.
Mom tried to catch all the semen with her mouth, but some still splashed over her chin, unable to be swallowed in time.
Tommy hummed softly again and began rubbing his mother's nipples, which writhed and moaned under his touch.
Lisa knelt beside him, her mind a jumble, unsure of what she was supposed to do.
"Why don't you lick Mommy clean, Lisa?" Tommy chuckled.
Lisa hesitated for a moment, then bent down and began licking her mother.
"You like Mommy, Lisa. You should try your best to make Mommy feel good." He then turned to his mother and said, "Mommy, you want to play with Lisa too. Are you willing to do everything you can to help this little whore come?"
As soon as the command was given, his mother began to respond to the pleasure Lisa had just provided. She pulled Lisa's oval face close and gently pressed her red lips to hers.
The two women licked each other's remaining semen, savoring the pungent taste on each other's faces.
Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back to watch.
He sat on a recliner.
His mother had already taken off her underwear, then turned to her side and pulled Lisa to lie down beside her.
Lisa followed her mother's movements, falling into her arms and thrusting her chest forward. Her two full breasts rubbed against each other, as if in a contest, or perhaps proudly displaying themselves to Tommy.
Not only their breasts, but the two women began to cross their legs, rubbing every sensual part of their bodies together, becoming a pulsating mass of women.
As they tugged at each other's tender nipples, a wondrous and melodious rhythm was created.
"Mmm! Mmm!" "Ah! Ah!" "Oh! Oh!" The sounds rang out together, almost indistinguishable from each other's moans.
The mother reached orgasm first, finally proving who had the loudest moans. She violently shook her head, clenching her teeth in the waves of ecstasy.
Following closely behind, the nanny also reached orgasm, screaming wildly, her long hair flying everywhere.
They clung to each other, tightly embracing in their climax. Finally, they both reached orgasm together, collapsing limply in each other's arms.
Tommy was smug about his newfound skill; he wouldn't need to masturbate anymore, and his mother would cater to all his needs.
Oh! No… the boy grinned.
Lisa would also be used often, like today, and more and more…

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