(Author's note: The stories 'Vanessa and the Toy Boy, ' and 'Tim, the Teacher and his Mom' preceded this story. It can stand on its own but it might be better to read those. M Watt)
TAKING HER IN HAND: A PLAN
That month began with a tragedy. In an action totally unforeseen by either Tim Murphy or his Mom, Judy, Peggy Karney decided to go back to an estranged husband. The three of them, but especially Judy and Peggy, had been together, by then a good long time.
The time had seen Tim grow and go to college and get out into the job world. All the while, his Mom, Judy and Peggy Karney, who'd been, at first his teacher, were happy.
That part of her life, they thought, her ex-husband, had been a shadow to Tim and Judy totally, until, in a weepy session, Peggy told them that she was going back to Ray. It was like a bridge being burnt.
Since that explosive time, when Tim broke in on his Teacher, Ms Karney, making love to his Mom, Judy, when his reaction was rage that led to him first beating, with his belt, both of the naked women on the bed, and then, one after another fucking them: Peggy in the pussy, and, to his great satisfaction, his Mom Judy in her ass, Tim had backed off from the two of them. They seemed like such a love fit together. Peggy gladly, happily assumed the role of submissive with Judy, For her part, Judy was happy with her newly found partner and the sudden total loss of Peggy put a huge strain on her.
There were signs that Tim simply could not ignore. His Mom was moping around the house and, for a time, until he complained and that at least brought her around, didn't even bother to dress nicely or in a clean fashion.
Shortly after that, they'd had a chat. Judy, listless during the day, had, at least on that occasion, sat down and listen to Tim.
"Mom, you have to break out of this!" he said.
"Oh, I don't know!" she said.
She looked at him and said: "You haven't lost her; I have."
"Mom," he said, with some fire in his eyes then, "She was mine first. I brought her out and around. Do you remember that? How sexy you thought it was that I was screwing my teacher? Do you?"
Judy just looked at him then and said: "I guess, now that you mention it, I do."
She seemed to let that thought sink in but eventually simply shook her head.
"Timmy, it's being so hard for me! So hard!"
"I know, Mom, but you have to come out of it," he insisted.
She got a rueful smile on her face and said: "Maybe you should break in another babe and feed her to me to get my mind off of Peggy."
He gave a soft chuckle.
"Yeah," she said, looking at him, half serious and half not serious, "Maybe that's it. Another sexual shock from my beautiful son to get this older babe straightened around."
He hugged her then, and enjoyed, once again, the feel of her plastered against him. But she only cried. There was nothing sexual in her attitude, even though Tim had a mind right then to take her clothes off and use a belt on her, even if that were only to get her attention.
But the seeds of what she'd said were planted in his head. Tim smiled a soft and quiet smile, as his Mom's head was on his shoulder. He'd thought of a way that, maybe, just maybe would, could bring her around.
"I'll look for a victim, Mom," he said and his grin blazed at her.
She smiled back at him and said: "You do that!"
She might not have been serious just then but Tim was, totally serious.
Judy, after the departure of Peggy Karney, to whom she'd given so much love and care, was simply feeling the weight of her 42 years. She felt, however, older than that. All the intense sexual sparks that her Tim had brought into her life, and she did remember those times and those events, were, right then, of little account. She knew that she was more than half serious about another sexual shock to bring her around. When she was alone with her thoughts, she even chuckled about whom Tim might find. She knew that he had this knack of seeking out and finding submissive women, normally, for him, older submissive women.
"After all," came the small voice from inside her own head, "He found you and you're certainly older and submissive, where he is concerned."
She pushed that thought, tempting as it might be for her right then, out of her mind. It was for another day, another time altogether.
But Tim, by then, had a plan. He was going to see about his plan that following Friday, when he knew that he had some time. His work schedule just then was fairly light and would let him pursue the issue with some friends.
Tim knew a group of fairly wild younger guys, who called themselves 'The Five'. He knew that they had a penchant for identifying and harassing women. They even had it down to a science. They operated with women, whom they were pretty sure wouldn't do any reporting, and had been getting away with their antics for a while.
Tim knew their leader and a few of the other of 'The Five'. He sought them out and they hung out for a while and talked. The talk went exactly the way that Tim had wanted it to go and he came to an agreement with 'The Five'.
It was a Wednesday. Judy had the day off and was doing laundry. One of her quirks was that she liked to hang laundry out, especially her lingerie. She loved the way that the clothes smelled, when they dried outside in the air.
She was busy that day with the laundry, and Tim was away for the morning, having said that he had some errands to do. She knew that she was in a better mood that day than she had been, since Peggy's leaving. She was even thinking to herself that maybe, just maybe Tim would find someone soon and bring her around. Judy liked that idea.
Her reverie was broken by a comment: "Nice panties, lady!"
She looked up and saw a bunch of younger kids who were standing and grinning at her, as well as gawking at the panties that she had hanging on the line.
She had a momentary flash of the old feelings, with her wondering if they were going to 'make her do something'. She loved the formula, the way it sounded in her mind. It even gave her an urge to see if Timmy would, one day soon, take her in hand, so to speak. But she pushed those ideas out of her head and her gray clouds descended on her mood again.
"Go away!" she said in a petulant voice.
"Don't be that way, lady," one of them said. "We're just admiring your pretty panties!"
She turned her back on them and simply began to ignore them. She hung out the last two pairs of panties and, not looking back over her shoulder at all, stalked into the house.
"This younger generation," she complained to herself, and went to get another cup of coffee.
She didn't notice that outside Tim had met with the kids and was talking to them. The kids were grinning and seemed to have come to an agreement with them.
She was trying to distract herself at that point and was into the newspaper, not noticing that Tim had let 'The Five' into the house. He simply stood back and let them have the show the way that they wanted.
Judy was totally startled, when a voice said: "Hey, lady, are you wearing anything as pretty as these?"
She looked up and there, in the house with her, were the kids who had been taunting her outside. One of them was holding up a pair of her panties, pink bikinis with lace panels at the waist and leg bands, as he spoke.
"Give me those and get out of my house!" she said in a momentary rage.
But Judy Murphy hadn't reckoned with the fact that these five were organized and knew what they were doing. They moved quickly and suddenly Judy was standing in the middle of a circle, with the five of them standing around her.
"Don't be so unfriendly, pretty lady!" one said, and took something out of the thigh pocket of his cargo pocket pants. They others followed suit.
Judy tried to identify what it was that they were all carrying now but since she was surrounded by them in a circle, she had her back to two of them. The shock, when it came, hit her like a fist. It made her cry out and jump.
She turned, out of breath from the electric jolt, only to have another shock applied to her from behind, once her back was turned to someone else. The shocks kept coming for the next five minutes and they reduced Judy Murphy to almost a shaking heap.
She slumped to her knees and said, in a soft and fairly complaint voice: "Please, please!"
"Take your tee shirt off, lady," one said and we'll stop.
Judy simply looked up at him. She shook her head 'no'. Then it was another five minutes with the cattle prods, for that's what they were using. It left Judy even more shaken than before. In this instance, she realized that her body was even beginning to betray her. She felt her senses begin to waken.
"I will not be turned on by this, damn it!" she said as though to herself but still out loud, with them listening in and laughing.
"Sure you will!" one of them said.
Then they moved in and began giving her shocks again. She was on her knees then and trembling. But she knew that her panties were slick from her own wetness, produced by her getting into this form of abuse.
"Tee shirt!" the voice said.
Judy Murphy complied then. The tee shirt was pulled up and off, showing her breasts and a plain white bra.
"That was the only hard one," the voice said again, "The first one."
"Yes," she mumbled, not even sure of what she was saying. "The first one."
"Ugly bra!" another voice said.
"Sorry!" she mumbled.
"Take it off!" the same voice demanded.
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