Chapter 2: Eric – A Son’s Worst

He knew he should have felt numb, fearful, maybe even had a sense of instant remorse, as soon as he walked in through the door and faced those he was going to inflict his desires upon, a sense of morose responsibility binding him to do the right thing. Instead, he felt nothing but a cold, concentrated intent, rooted in the dawning fact that if he were going to take the fall alongside Kristy, as a result of her impulsive actions as he suspected he would as a result of the drugs untested memory effects, then he was going to damn well going to make sure he fell hard. His body seemed to vibrate with this intent in mind, as energy ran through him like an electric current, sending an excited shiver through his body he’d never realized he could feel, as Eric approached the zenith, the peak of his actions outcome in his mind before the drop. It was a heady, all-consuming, and threatening feeling like he was racing against the clock, against life as he knew it, which was now cut potentially down to maybe a few notable hours in his mind if the agent failed to produce its desired effects in the aftermath.

In his mind Kristy had no doubt told them everything already, unable to help herself to get their most honest and terrified reactions. She’d probably toyed with them, pitted them against each other amidst their heightened sense of fear and vulnerability, and had at least one of them, her father probably, commit to telling them a harmless fantasy before she’d turned it into a living nightmare, as part of her plan to help divide them, for her own purposes. He felt cold suddenly, knowing he was about to do the same or at the very least flesh out his fantasies based around Sandra, as she walked over to him under Kristy’s instruction. “Why don’t you welcome our guest mom, he’s a fan of your Olympic days and your lips amongst other things”, Kristy giggled uncontrollably for a few moments before reigning herself in as she said “so why not put them to good use? Mom, kiss him, but not just any old cheek peck, give him the one he’s been dreaming about, that one, special moment he’ll never forget no matter where he is or when he is, even if you do”, she said with a smile that could have reduced a bar of butter to a quivering mass of melted cream and burning fat from its devilishly dazzling brilliance.

Sandra felt the urge to resist but her body moved of its own accord, her arms rising to wrap around Eric’s neck and down his back, as she drew his head up gently as she leaned down, her two-meter tall frame belying none of the gentleness it could achieve, as her eyes fluttered shut when their lips met. The kiss was fiery, explosive, and filled with a passion she hadn’t felt in years. Eric’s own hands were trembling as he felt her soft, plush breasts, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric of her robe. It was a kiss that seemed to go on forever, their tongues dancing together as they explored each other’s mouths, her taste was intoxicating, a blend of minty and sugary sweetness that seemed to drive him crazy as he felt her hands caressing his back, sliding down to grip his ass, pulling him closer to her body unable to get enough of him. He felt himself growing hard, his cock pressing against her thigh through his jeans.

“Okay Cassanova, take a breather, there’s plenty of time for that and you need to prepare the couch first before you go all prom night on the queen”, Kristy said with no small amount of glee he could almost forgive, considering what she’d handed him, as he looked into Sandra’s eyes. He saw the fear there, concentrated like a doe caught in a car’s headlights, and knew he’d made the right and probably the only decision he could in coming here. Knowing he was most likely going to take control and advantage of what were probably the last twenty-four hours or less of his life, where he’d have any secure control over it and where it was heading. Not oblivious to the fact that he’d be heading alongside Kristy in the predictable direction of a courthouse and a corrections facility afterward. He’d made sure to put his porn site on a digital killswitch, which would expire in six hours or so unless he disabled it via a direct tethered connection through his phone or personal computer in person. The rest of it, the physical backups, he’d stored in the equivalent of a digital “panic box”, set on a similar timer, and unlike his website, unless he disabled it in person it would encrypt itself with a randomly generated, intricate cipher. Of which the result of its timer running out would effectively turn the physical drive into an effective paperweight if he didn’t bar it from doing so with the only authenticator tool he had, installed on the phone on his person and nowhere else.

It wasn’t foolproof by any means, but on such short notice, he’d either destroy all possible evidence that could be used against them short of murdering someone, including the “Promise” whose formula he no doubt knew Kristy had memorized and stowed in the back of her mind alongside her other dark fantasies. Making sure he collected and stored any video evidence that could be used against them in the illegal recording, production, and possession of pornographic material without the permission or consent of the original owners with the intent to distribute for monetary gain, which would be the least of their crimes they’d have to worry about if this didn’t work out like Kristy wholly expected.

Even as Sandra parted her lips from his, she shuddered as she looked into his eyes, seeing only a cold hunger aimed at her like a vicious black hole, growing in their depths, it made her flinch inwardly, until he directed it away from her to Kristy. “I’ll take the living room, there’s a bathroom with fresh towels on the ground floor, right?”, he asked wanting to make sure, and to leave as little evidence for them to clean up as possible at the end of what might be the most costly venture of their lives. Kristy noticed the edge in his voice, his irritation present but arrested and focused moments before he used it to fuel him to push through in his work and brilliance. She’d watched the movies, watched him edit them, and how he stripped the fat away seamlessly, to leave only the choice meat of it behind. He converted homemade, recorded material to publically consumable quality that begged her to ask him now as she came up to him like some form of twisted devil’s advocate “You do realize the potential you have right now, locked away in the palm of your hand, why I couldn’t help but grasp it out of my own?”, she asked as she circled her arms playfully over his neck”, her obvious feminine and wild, chaotic charms at play, knowing he appreciated them both and how they made up her more aggressive, effective approach, it why he’d been able to depend upon on her on the past and why he scolded himself for not having predicted her lack of restraint with the use of the drug. This uncharacteristic loss of control she was exhibiting was just that, making him wonder just for a long minute if he’d be committing to those same impulses even now running through him. He could feel them even now begging him to loosen his control over his inhibitions only too readily as if they were a separate entity altogether from his normally calm and collected manner of thinking, so they could cut their teeth on their new prize. His whole body felt like one big bear trap willing itself not to spring on Kristy and what she’d forced him to do simply by being here, and he knew she could sense it, yet she still playfully prodded at him. “Mom, why don’t you undo his pants and show him what you can really do with that mouth of yours when you put your mind to it?”, Kristy turned her head towards her mother, the same cocksure smile as before pasted on it as she added “Like a preview of sorts, to help him cool down and see what I saw when I first fed you the drug, he won’t be able to resist”, she said, her voice ending in a lilting whisper that served its purpose by attracting Eric’s immediate interest. She looked at him squarely in the eyes one last time before she parted her hands linked behind his neck and stepped aside.

Sandra felt a cold hand of fear clutch at her heart as Eric looked down at her expectantly, his eyes dark with hunger and need. The drug coursed through her veins, compelling her to act in ways she never would have dreamed of, making her body move with a will of its own. She dropped to her knees before him, her hands trembling as they worked to undo the buttons over the crotch of his jeans before she reached in to handle his noticeably, stiffening bulge. To her surprise, she was unable to pull it out of the pants opening before she realized why, noticing the growing, and stiffening erection already reaching down the length of his pant leg ending just above his knee, before she made to undo his belt to discard his pants entirely. When it dropped to the floor, they noticed he’d ventured to go commando, sporting no underwear as the aroused length of his erection whipped and bobbed out of his pants upon release from its constraints. Although roughly the same size as her husband Sandra noted much like they all did that when set against his thin frame, it only exacerbated its size set against his slim build that made it look “dangerous” for lack of a better word, as Kristy knelt by her mother kissing her on the side of her cheek sloppily with a sucking sound, as she admired it before her and said “congrats mommy, it’s a boy and it looks hungry, why don’t you feed it a little bit of your soul, who knows, it might like it”, she said with a wicked smile, instructing her father who looked on nonplussed to fetch a few clean towels for later use from the bathroom on the ground floor, as he did so with no argument or resistance. Sandra merely looked on in shock, knowing that coupled with his youth, his lack of physique compared to her husband wouldn’t deter him from attempting to if not succeeding in matching his sexual prowess through sheer horsepower alone. What was worse was if what Kristy had told them about him being a fan of her and her athletic career was any indicator of what she should expect, coupled with the influence of the drug, she’d have more than she could handle soon enough.

With a gentle touch, she wrapped her hand around Eric’s shaft, feeling the warmth and the power pulsing through it. She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his as she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her lips stretching to accommodate his size as she took him carefully starting from the tenuous tip, even as her husband returned with the towels ready to dispense with them at Kristy’s command.

It felt like making love to a goddess, one he had enslaved to his whims, as she dipped her head to take him as fully as she could, her cheeks hollowing with each weave and bob of her mouth around him. Her tongue played with his length like a maestro conducting a symphony of pure, unbridled pleasure. His breath came in breathless gasps, as she worked her mouth down the length of him or at least tried to fearlessly, her throat constricting around the head of his cock, her hand gripping his shaft firmly to keep him steady as she took him as much of him as she dared to, to sheathe in the warm embrace of her wet mouth. He felt himself growing harder, his balls tightening even as her other hand played with them, as she began to suck deeper, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick, her teeth gently grazing lightly against the sensitive skin, making him moan with each stroke, as Sandra hated every moment of it.

The feeling was too much for him as he gestured she get off her knees unwilling or unable to let her finish, Sandra did so as quickly and as carefully as she could, Kristy right behind her as she led them to the living room couch. Jonathan laid out the towels upon it, on Kristy’s instruction before she told her mother “Don’t wear him out too thin, I might need him and you, of course, to visit “us” upstairs when I’m ready to introduce you to your treat for tonight”. She said this with a smile so insidious it could have frozen an open candle flame on its wick, before she led her father upstairs by the hand, to the master bedroom, leaving them to their own devices. Her eerie laughter rang out behind her, painting her as some sort of demented cupid or matchmaker, as it trailed after her before they heard the door firmly shut behind them both.

Eric was quick, not wasting a beat, as he kicked off his shoes and then his pants, before doing the same with his hoodie but only after retrieving a single piece of folded-up clothing preserved within a thin sheet of clear plastic wrapping she knew came as part of the original packaging preserving it in mint condition like her own had been years ago. He finished undressing completely and said to her startled and gaping expression “I found it online and won it in a bidding war, it’s your size or the closest proximate I could find. It might be a bit tight, but I imagine that’s only because you’ve gained more muscle over time, not to imply you’ve gotten...”, he became awkward and shy the way she’d seen many times before in fans when they’d unknowingly fallen under the same spell of the athletic stardom that had come initially with winning the gold medal. In the heady days of her Olympic prowess when it was fresh and new, she’d witnessed the effects of what it could do, first hand like a double-edged blade. Some fans were harmless, some were infatuated, and some outright rejected her as any role model, hero, or anything approaching a positive influence on their or anyone else’s lives for their own reasons. This was before the internet popularized the term “troll” or any of its variants over the years, the last thing she wanted was to inadvertently give rise to another one who had so much control over her as Eric did now.

“I secretly hoped against hope, that the drug would work, at least this part. If anything else came from it, then it would simply be a bonus, although I’ll be relieved if the memory wipe is as effective as the original creator claims it is. I matched the uniform to the one you wore in your women’s division of the Olympics for both weightlifting and rowing”, he said as Sandra confirmed it for herself with a look that told him it was the same one she’d worn in Athens in two-thousand and four when it was hosted in Greece, some twenty years ago. She suddenly felt very old, but at the same time better for it, considering how well she both maintained herself physically and never relied solely on just her body to win her, her future. Her gym was a testament to that ideal, raising it from the ground and growing it through her spreading influence and charm, as much as business savvy after she’d earned her bachelor’s degree in business she’d used to juggle a lot of hats when managing her own. Eventually, she’d even extended her gym into a recovery center as well, for things like physical therapy, and spa treatments including massage and therapeutic mud baths, to quickly aid recovery from possible sports and similar related injuries that needed immediate attention as well as aftercare, not normally available in your typical health care anywhere else in town. This was where her reasonably priced spa had filled in the demand, as she knew some of her clients preferred it over her gym facilities entirely, for the simple need to pamper themselves.

Looking at the uniform now, it felt like she was looking at a part of herself being used against her, like a sick reminder that even her past wasn’t sacrosanct and that Eric would use any and all of the facilities at his disposal to satisfy his needs. Despite the much-needed freedom he must know she craved, to escape this living nightmare that threatened to take her over again with as much vicious, lack of restraint as before. Eric quickly closed the curtains within the living room along with the windows. “I need you to put that on in the bathroom quickly, return here and nothing else”, he said hurriedly wanting to leave nothing to chance, but at the same time, Sandra found the simple luxury of privacy he’d afforded her curious, which was at odds with the present circumstances. She did as he instructed, leaving with the plastic-wrapped uniform in hand, in the direction of the bathroom around the corner beyond the stairs. She returned within a few minutes, her robe worn over the uniform, as he said “I want you to fulfill a roleplay and convert yourself into the character I have in mind for you fully, without reservation or hesitation” he said as Sandra merely nodded silently in agreement unable to do anything else. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this and illusion or not it has to be perfect, because if I’m being honest I’m a bit of a nitpicker so the devil is pretty much in the detail in this one”, he stammered, as she eyed him with a mix of curiosity and dread, not knowing what was coming next but expecting it wasn’t going to be anything she was going to remember fondly if she could at all after this.

“The scenario I want you to personify is as follows: in this world instead of just hosting the Olympics as we know them, they hold the “Sex Olympics” and you are one of its champions turned renowned trainers”, he began as Sandra felt her stomach drop, as an unwelcome glint entered his eyes. “In this world however you have two distinct advantages, the first, you are a mother of two, one being Kristy, the other being me for the sake of the roleplay. The second is that in this world incest is not only accepted by society at large between consenting family members but treated as blasé as the act of saying hello to someone you know. In your position as coach, it lends you an intimate advantage over your competition you can’t afford to ignore”, he said with a growing smile, even as Sandra’s heart sank as her fears simultaneously rose. “More so with my level of endowment that pleads to your mind that you take advantage of me, so you can mold my body to your more than generous ambitions before any other coach decides to do the same”, he said, his intentions as well as his instructions clear. “And I want you to have full lucidity, I want you to bend every ounce of your being to making the role you’ll be playing your own”, he added with gleeful finality in his words that reminded him all too much of Kristy’s own, before Kristy had served her body up to both of them.

Sandra could only nod, the horror of the situation coating her throat like thick bile. She stepped out of her robe, the fabric sliding to the floor in a whisper of defeat. The uniform fit snugly, a prison of nostalgia and the first step in unlocking Eric’s twisted plans for her, a white body-hugging track uniform that cut off at the base of the neck in a well-rounded collar meeting at her throat, as the beginning of a zipper ran almost the full length of the suit on ending just below where she knew her belly button was. The top portion was designed around a sleeveless V-shaped design that hugged her naturally busty chest to her with an almost greedy intention set into the fabric measurements, making them stand out like a pair of large, overly ripe, snug cherries, trying not to sway with every movement she made and failing. The uniform reached down the full length of her body, dipping between her legs to protect her modesty, hugging the sides of her torso in a red-trimmed accent of color, whilst exposing her arms, well-rounded shoulders, hips, and legs in all their muscular majesty, which even now maintained their original allure to him. Neither were too large nor defined and lacked none of the natural femininity she retained, without giving the impression that she was not the functional athlete her physical conditioning protested she was, as the uniform helped highlight this, with its long sleeveless and legless design with flexibility in mind.

The uniform as a whole was white with red trim on the edges and sides that matched the color of the company logos on either breast, including the sports companies that had sponsored the games at the time in return for critical advertisement. The outfit in Eric’s mind screamed sexual appeal, looking more like a one-piece bathing suit than anything else, just made from a different fabric. Sandra admitted to herself, not for the first time since she’d worn the original she knew she had stowed somewhere, that its design had an undeniable level of sensual appeal she might have found flattering to both her ego and her physique when she was twenty, unmarried and certainly not the under pressure to perform sexually under duress. Let alone when she was on the verge of exploring the erotic whims of an eighteen-year-old fan of hers, in this insane scenario he’d laid out for her, around the even more unbelievable circumstances that had led her here into his control.

She looked at him, her reality now coated in the new and enveloping lust and wonder perceived by Eric where she’d be both master and slave to his desires all wrapped in one wholly unpredictable force of nature given form before him. “What do you want from me, Eric?”, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and a strange curiosity that she didn’t dare admit to herself, not even in the darkest recesses of her mind where she had long ago buried her most intimate thoughts reserved only for herself and her husband in their most intimate of moments. “I want you to fulfill your role as you know it, I want you to become the coach I need to encourage me, push me, urge me on to heights of pleasure unheard of before I met you in the here and now. I want you to do your best to convince me that the role you are going to play means more to you in the scenario I’ve built than anything else, and I want you to start now”, he instructed.

Sandra opened her mouth to protest but before she could voice her thoughts she could already feel them slipping away, replaced by the twisting influence of the drug over more than just her physical reactions but her cognitive ones there within. She felt it even now as the drug began to mold her around a more professional demeanor, a more determined outlook comparable to the tip of an arrow’s steely head, whose only mission as it oscillated through the air after being loosed, was to hit its target head-on and make sure she punched through all resistance. Likewise, she adopted a smile that melted any doubts Eric might have harbored about the whole surreal experience, coupled with any reasonable amount of performance anxiety on his part, as she gently pushed him onto the couch. She mounted him as she took up a position sitting astride his hips, hushing him as she curled her amazonian physique several heads taller than his own, bracing his head softly between the soft contours of her budding breasts, as they parted over his face. “Now Eric, let’s get into this, shall we?” her voice was a sultry whisper that seemed to wrap around him, like the warm embrace of a lover’s thighs. “We have a lot of training to cover if you want to beat the best and I can’t have you throwing away your potential by signing up with any other coach, who thinks they know what’s better for you than your own mother”, she said as she shifted his head out of her welcoming bosom that felt both pleasantly soft and warm to the touch as his enraptured gaze told her everything she needed to know. “Good, then let’s begin”, she stated, her voice taking on a more authoritative tone that made Eric’s cock stir with excitement.

“I need you to show me you can dominate me, Eric. I can’t take it easy on you just because you’re my son, you need to show me you are willing to do everything and anything I tell you to do, how I tell you to do it, so we can do more than just win the Sex Olympics, but dominate it without even a flicker of doubt. To prove to you that you deserve that medal and above all that I deserve to be your coach, okay? Sex is more than just about what you feel, but what you make your partner feel, so make me feel it Eric, in every thrust, every moment of yearning, show me strength and coordination, show me love and sincerity. Make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters, make me yours so that I’ll never forget what we’ve done here, and neither will anyone watching when the time comes”, she said inciting a fire within him.

“First thing”, she said as she remained sitting astride his lap, nestling herself into place, even as she felt his erection protesting at the intentional stimulation of her shifting thighs over it, as they briefly massaged the head of his budding lust, eager to leap inside her for release until it was satisfyingly spent. “I need to make sure you know how to kiss a woman, this won’t be like kissing girls your age who have no idea of what real intimacy is, until they share something profound, something deeper than any form of lust or sexual need you need to satisfy, at least not at first. I need you to invite me in with a gentleness born of restraint before I let you go deeper within me, show me you have true control and not whatever’s driving you between your legs. For surely “his” needs will be much shorter lived than the kind of “legacy” I want to help you build, but that requires time and the need to control yourself, can you do that for me?”, she cooed at the end, her voice alone melting down any resistance or form of mistrust he might have reserved for the drugs effectiveness. The very possible fact that this might all be used against him in a court of law banished to the back of his mind, in the face of this all-consuming and heady lust, tempered on the edge of the most irresistible force of nature she embodied and had ever met or had the luxury of dreaming of.

“I just...”, Eric began, the only signs of his obvious hesitation revolving around the one fact he could deny, either to himself or her “I’ve never...” performed” ... so you’ll have to be gentle with me mother”, he said playing into his character but also his truth, having never been with a girl his age in such an intimate setting, let alone anyone willing to grant him the time of the day like she was at this very moment. Sandra simply hushed him with a maternal gesture of her index finger pressing softly against his lips.

“Don’t worry Eric, I’m going to show you things no girl could ever acquit to and by the end of it, if your eyes haven’t rolled into the back of your head at least once”, she said playfully “then and only then will I admit that I’ve been taking it softly on you”, she said with a brilliant smile. “But I can’t do all the work and I need you to control yourself until I tell you to do otherwise. No one ever loved a selfish lover and I need you to show me you can be everything I hoped for, everything you could be, so buckle up because the first lesson is kissing me softly before you make it deadly, okay?”. She said this with a teasing smile he felt unable to resist just like the rest of her, and not just her body, but her whole attitude. Suspecting this was the way she tackled all things personal and familiar, by making herself someone you wanted to be around, someone you could trust to encourage every part of you to work to your best and nothing less mirroring her example. He saw it in the way she offered him inclusion over exclusion and a willingness to help him learn over any need to carry him through this experience with hers alone.

She took his smile as a yes, positioning him so he relaxed his head and neck over the curve of the comfortable couch back, so she could curl her taller frame over his own laying it flush against his. When her lips met his, it was like an immediate justification for all of his obsessions, all his wants and needs and hopes, exploding outwards in that kiss, ready for him to explore them openly. Her soft, full lips never breaking or parting from his own, only pressing deeper and melding with his, as he melted into the depths of the couch in turn. When she did finally decide to part his lips willingly with her own, he let her, unable to resist anything she could offer him as he lay nerveless and open before her. The feeling of her tongue dancing with his own was like an exciting world on its own he hadn’t even known existed. It was a world filled with passion, love, heat, and need, as she tasted him with gentle strokes of her tongue that seemed to reach deep down inside him, leaving him feeling more exposed than ever before, yet stronger for it. Her hands caressed his face as she moaned into the kiss, sending involuntary shivers of excitement through his body, as she pressed up against him, her breasts flattening against his chest in a way that had him aching for more.

“I hope you were taking notes”, she said smiling like a tigress in heat “Because now it’s your turn to tame me”, she said with a brilliant smile.” Remember, gently does it, reign yourself in”, she said with the same toothy smile like she had been doing the same thing by holding herself back so as not to overwhelm him, that left him wanting her all the more for it, as he smiled up at her. He started by passing his hands lightly over her legs, up her thighs settling on her ass, as he squeezed lightly making her giggle for a moment before he moved his hands up her back and leaned her over into him. She curled over him like a giant over a child, which he couldn’t help but marvel at, as he passed his hands up her arms, feeling more than their strength as she trembled under his touch before he passed his hands through her hair. His fingers quested through her braided scalp, as she closed her eyes, arching her neck in a silent invitation to him, which had him smiling. The kiss was soft and gentle, inviting her in to do more; she smiled through it, her full lips pressing against his. His body felt like it was trying to set itself on fire, as he felt his temperature rising alongside his racing heartbeat, hearing his blood rush through his ears. He parted his lips as he embraced her own, for the first time in his life he felt inspired to be fearless, to be invulnerable in her presence, by her touch. She pulled back from the kiss with a sigh of pure contentment; her eyes fluttered open looking into his. “You taste like a dream come true”, he told her as she smiled down upon him “But I’m betting you knew that”, he said mirroring her smile as she leaned back down to kiss him once more, her breasts pressing against his chest, as their tongues met. He couldn’t help himself around her and didn’t want to, feeling both the most vulnerable he’d ever been in his life and the most secure he’d ever felt in anyone else’s company, and he told her so, as Sandra’s eyes twinkled with a hint of amusement.