Gifted Students [bi, incest, PM to join]

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James Connolly.
34, very good looking.
brown hair, green eyes, 6-3, 200'

IC:

This was the fourth year of "the program," and one of the best ever. The first few times were an experiment, but it turns out teaching eighteen year olds to move beyond all their inhibitions really did help their studies. The schools and scholarships were perks of adding new insatiable families into these circles. That was the reason for this weeklong "recital." It was always difficult at first, but even the most reluctant of parents could not resist the sheer pleasure of this sexuality.

I sat patiently waiting for the two groups to arrive.
 
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Bobby (last name to be decided by mom)

OOC
Bobby .......
brown hair
hazel eyes
6' 0" tall
slender but not skinny (began working out a couple of months ago)
shy - almost a recluse

IC
- FLASHBACK -
What the hell kind of school was this we were going to...something to remove my inhibitions? How the fuck do they know about my inhibitions? Mom doesn't even know my deepest thoughts and fears.

Ok, so she's quizzed me a few times about why I don't have a girl friend, never went to the prom, just go to school, come home and stay in my room. I never told her the whole story, just that I'm shy.

There was a knock at the door...Mother telling me it was almost time to leave for the new school. "Shit" I mumbled. I was only pissed off at mom for a moment. She was just trying to do what she thought was best for me.

I loved her dearly. We were very affectionate with each other after my father left her for his secretary, hugging tightly and frequently. One time I thought I saw more than motherly interest in her eyes, but quickly disregarded it as pure nonsense. Still since that moment I had even begun having thoughts about becoming sexually involved with her. Occasionally, she became the object of my desire in my evening fantasies. But afterward I always felt guilty and ashamed I was such a fucking loser that I would even fantasize about my mom.
 
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I thought about the sessions with Bobby...it had been quite a task to get him here. I was looking forward to meeting his mother. If my files were correct (and they always were), both of them would have a wonderful fantasy fulfilled in the next day or so.
 
OOC:

Janey Baxter
46
5 ft 8 ins
long brown hair
brown eyes
curvy figure

IC:
waking up i stirred the sleeping figure of my husband

"time to wake up sweetie"

i whispered to him and kissed him softly on the cheek before getting out of the bed and heading towards the bathroom. on the way there i knocked on our daughters door and poked my head round

"time to get up!"

i said loudly enough to wake her then made my way to the bathroom finally to brush my teeth and wash
 
Wilson Baxter
47
6 ft 2 ins
Short brown hair, graying at temples
Green eyes
Lean, athletic figure

IC:
I wake up to the pleasant touch of my darling little wifes lips on my cheek, and open one bleary eye to watch her leave the room. I lock in on her swaying backside, as I always do, and sigh softly. If only...

I rise quickly my pajama bottoms growing uncomfortably tight, and pull on my robe, trying to ignore the rather arousing images that are flashing through my head as I try to gather myself for the day ahead of us. I still didn't quite inderstand how my little girl had managed to swing a full ride scholarship, but we were going to have a fairly long drive to get to the Campus.
 
Christine Bonnell
43
5'5, Red highlighted brown hair, blue eyes, full figured, slightly overweight but heart shaped ass.

Christine smiled at Bobby's picture of childhood. It was hard to beleive that he was all grown up now. Those mothering instincts still overworked as she made choices for her son.

She went and knocked at her son's door "Robert Bonnell , it's time to leave for the school."

It really didn't take long for the car to be ready for the drive. It was the first time she went anywhere long distance since Peter left with Jenni. She knew that she really shouldn't be nervous it wasn't like HE would drop back in their life.

Christine looked over at Bobby and smiled. This was for him, even though she hated the distance that would be separating them. Christine was overdependant on her son even though she never mentioned it.

"Do you want to drive?"
 
Bobby Bonnell

"Do you want to drive?"

I heard mom ask me, but my thoughts were already at the school where Mr. Connolly awaited our arrival. There were going to be some surpised expressions from parents in a short while. A smile played across my lips.

"Huh...oh yeah, sure mom, I'll drive."

I leaned toward her and kissed her momentarily on the lips. It just came naturally and I hoped it wasn't too forward prior to her introduction to the school.

I got behind the wheel and the time passed quickly. We pulled into the driveway of the school and turned into the parking lot. "Here it is mom."

I shut off the engine, popped the trunk open, came around to the back of the car and pulled out our luggage. Mr. Connolly had heard the car arrive and openned the front door to greet us.
 
The sound of a car interrupted my reverie. I looked up, and was pleased to see Bobby and his mom had arrived. How far he had come in these few short months. The boy that had been unable to speak after a peak at a girl's panties was now muscular, confident, and ready to put on the show of his life.

I extended a hand, and Bobby shook it vigorously, then winked at me in return. I moved over to his mother, gave her a hug...nothing inappropriate, but a bit more physical contact than one might expect, then moved away.

"Welcome...I'm glad you made it to our little retreat!"
 
"Here it is mom."

I shut off the engine, popped the trunk open, came around to the back of the car and pulled out our luggage. Mr. Connolly had heard the car arrive and openned the front door to greet us.

"It seems bigger then I imagined Darling." Christine smiled as she stepped out of the car and then noticed the gentleman that was approaching them.

Christine watched as the teacher and her son were very formal which made her feel proud of him. She was surprised on getting the hug but despite her blush she did feel a little more comfortable.

"Welcome...I'm glad you made it to our little retreat!"

"Yes thank you. I was hoping to learn a little more about this retreat. The letter was very vague on activities and I just wondered what we were planning. I'm not quite the marathon runner type and I know that some camps have something like that at the end.. well I just don't want to let Bobby down."
 
Bobby Bonnell

"I'm not quite the marathon runner type and I know that some camps have something like that at the end.. well I just don't want to let Bobby down."

Mom's words struck me as particularly funny. I did my best to suppress a smile as the thought occurred to me "You're gonna get me UP in this marathon".
 
I heard Bobby's snicker at his mother's comment.

"No, Mrs. Bonnell, no marathons - unless you choose to take things to that level.
The amount of physical exertion is usually controlled by the participants, but they DO tend to get carried away sometime."

I turned back to Bobby, and spoke in a whisper so Christine couldn't hear: "You, young man, KNOW what this is all about. It will happen soon enough. Discipline, or it may not."
 
"You, young man, KNOW what this is all about. It will happen soon enough. Discipline, or it may not."

Mr. Connolly's rebuke stung. "Damn!" I had tried not to make any noise. Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to make that mistake again. I was really looking forward to what was about to unfold. I made up my mind to keep myself restrained.
 
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Christine noticed Bobby's unusual candor but thought lightly of it as the teacher was just as offhanded about the information as the letter was.

Christine took a moment to take a full look at the landscape. "I hope that it is okay to take some home movies. I do love to document those special moments."

She couldn't help but notice that Bobby who normally was camera shy seemed happy that her camcorder was in her bags.
 
my mom called out to wake me up, but luckily she left me alone to get ready. usually i don't mind company, but today... i had woken up really turned on. i'd had a crazy dream about mom and dad. they'd never really worried about wether or not anyone could hear them having sex. as a result, i'd heard them quite a few times in my life. because these experiences were generally when i was sleeping, i had strangely erotic reocurring dreams of them. as i'd gotten older i finally gave in to my fantasies and soon dreamt of myself with them. i was looking forward to our little retreat. i was going to put on a little show with Bobby and i knew he couldn't wait either. now, the hard part was going to be looking at their faces over breakfast without blushing or stammering.
 
Stretching and humming, scratching my head and blinking against the daylight, I made my way downstairs and began gathering items for breakfast. Juice and milk, coffee started, and a few boxes of cereal would have to be the lot this morning. No time for sausage or bacon, no chance for eggs, and oatmeal would have taken forever.

No, today they had no time for the normal rituals, today they were in a hurry. They were to travel across the countryside, today... they would visit his daughters school for the first time. The pity of it was that this was the first day he had gotten free in close to three months, and if they weren't off doing this he might have spent some time with his curvy little wife... He had been trying to convince her to let him... Well, nevermind. At least they would finally get to meet the enigmatic Mr. Connolly.

Sitting down at the table, he hurried through his short meal, leaving the milk and juice out for the girls and carrying his coffee upstairs with him, already thinking of what he wanted to wear today. Spying his wife in the bathroom, he paused for a moment to gaze at her lush curves as she busied herself with her preparations, and then continued on. He wanted very much to simply walk in and take her... but knew deep within him what her reaction to that would have been.

With a sigh, he moved on, passing down the hallway and bringing him to the doorway that led to his little girls bedroom. "Honey?" he said, knocking lightly "Are you awake in there? You're going to have to wake up sweety, we have to visit your school today, remember?" She had always been a bit difficult to wake up, especially on her days off, and he knew very well that they ran a very good risk of being late if they didn't make certain she was up. So, being the dutiful father that he is, he took the knob in his large hand, and turned it slowly, preparing to peek in and make certain she was up and moving...
 
just as she had finally thrown the covers off she heard her father turn the handle. she liked to sleep naked but her robe was hanging on the back of the door. there was no way she would make it in time and as he opened the door she cried "daddy wait!" she knew it was too late but she was tangled in the sheets.

she was all sweaty from her dream so the bedding stubbornly refused to obey her, clinging uselessly to her belly and not much else. her whole face burned, all the way to the tips of her ears and she tossed her teddy bear at his head as it came around the corner. she missed entirely but it was too late anyway. she could see from his expression that he'd seen her breasts shaking as the bed bounced in response to her effort. she was surprised to see a glimmer in his eye before he ducked out of the doorway. maybe her parents would go for this after all...

well, now that he was gone she could throw on her robe. she had to take a shower before they left. she didn't want to show up to school all damp and disheveled. she knew they were already running late so she picked up the pace with a quick once over. hair still wet she threw on a tiny little top and a cute pink skirt. she practically ran through the kitchen. ignoring the orange juice she scarfed a bowl of cereal, happy she wouldn't have to converse with her parents. sitting in the car would be agonizing enough, she wished she was there already. she'd wanted to strip for her father, but she had been hoping it would at least be on a stage!
 
Wil slammed the door and stood there in the hall for a few moments, his hand still in the knob, and his thoughts and pulse racing. He had watched this girl grow up, had taught her to ride a bike, and taken her picture with Santa and on the pony at her birthday parties... and she had never looked like that before!

His mind flashed over those luscious curves he had seen, those full breasts, those tiny little nipples... DAMMIT! Looking down, he felt himself blushing as he realized that his dick was swelling rapidly, and straining against the soft fabric of his PJ bottoms. Releasing the door handle, the overwrought Dad rushed to his own bedroom and closed the door, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking.

He had never told anyone about these urges... had never admitted to anyone that he had sometimes fantasized about his cute little girl, her red streaked hair up in those little pigtails of hers... on her knees, or with her curvy butt in the air...

Lowering his PJ bottoms, he eased his hand down the length of his turgid shaft, not ever fully realizing he was doing it, but caught himself just before he got to what could really be called masterbation. Instead, he shook his head violently, released his swollen manhood, and began trying to find clothing for the day, focusing on the details of the trip instead of... anything else.

Soon, fully recovered and dressed in his normal conservative manner, Wilson Baxter walked down the steps once more, able to smile easily at his little girl once more, and almost able to ignore that hot little outfit she was wearing. "You excited aout the trip sweetheart? Don't worry now, I promise to try not to do anything to embarrass you in front of your friends."
 
"Mrs. Bonnell. May I call you Christine? That's a lovely name."

I gave Bobby a stern but playful look, one he had grown to know as "all clear."

"To answer your question, videotaping of the scenery is quite allowed. If anyone is in the shot other than yourself, you do need to ask permission first."

I couldn't wait for the fun to develop. I looked at Bobby:

"Show your mother to her room. I need to await our other guests. Bobby, you have enough time to rest a bit, then give your mother directions to the auditorium. I will need you downstairs a bit before for preparations."
 
"Oh that is fine. I do perfer Christine over Ms Bonnell." Christine also nodded as James spoke. "I love video taping so I will make sure that it is just me or Bobby in the camera."

"Show your mother to her room. I need to await our other guests. Bobby, you have enough time to rest a bit, then give your mother directions to the auditorium. I will need you downstairs a bit before for preparations."

"I think it would be nice to have a breif tour."
 
"Very Good, Christine. Other visitors often enjoy...mementoes of their trip here. Once you meet the Baxters, you should mention your video camera to them. As I said, I must wait here, but your son can show you around. I think you shoud drop your luggage in the room first though."

Once again I leaned close into Bobby

"Do not be afraid. Hold your mum's hand, and lead her through the grounds!"
 
"Thank You very much." Leaning over and picking up one of her bags she smiles at Bobby and waits for him to direct her to her room before the tour. She had brushed back her hair and smiled brightly as she waited for her son to lead on
 
Bobby Bonnell

Shit! Mr. Connolly said to hold mom's hand. I didn't know if I'd be able to without her feeling me shake and quiz me about it, but I knew the best course of action was to follow his directions. I hated being rebuked and didn't want another one coming from him. What the hell...I was expecting things to get a lot more intimate than just holding hands, so I had better get used to it.

"This way mom." I grabbed the rest of her luggage and headed toward the room assigned to her.

We left the luggage in her room and she followed me back into the hall expecting a tour of the grounds. Well...it was time to break the ice. Though she and I had been quite affectionate since dad left, we had not been the hand-holding type.

"Come on mom" I said, grabbing her hand and tugging her along to begin the tour. She looked at me curiously. I knew it was due to the hand-holding, but I didn't let on and just continued down the hall with her. She said nothing, but squeezed my hand. Damn, THAT sent some blood rushing to my cock. I hoped she wouldn't notice the tent forming in the front of my pants.
 
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Christine was surprised when Bobby took ahold of her hand. She felt a rush of electricity run along her arm as her fingers were tingling from being in his hand. You goof, what are you so shy about.. it is just yor son's hand.. it's not like it is anything bad

IT was being tugged that made things lighten up as her excitement must have rubbed off on Bobby. "Not too fast Bobby, I think we have time."

Christine suddenly laughed as the tugging became urgent and she was running to keep up with her son. She was blushing as she noticed how Bobby was filling out and moreso the outdoorsie greenery was bringing back fond memories.

"So where first and what all will we see?"
 
Bobby Bonnell

Showing mom around the grounds was beginning to take the edge off things. However, I knew the edge we be put back on quite soon. I was looking forward to my presentation with Kristin. She was the first girl I had felt comfortable around...EVER. Of course Mr. Connolly had a lot to do with that.

We finished the tour and I led mom back to her room to rest for a bit. I still had a little time before meeting Mr. Connolly, but I was too excited to do any resting myself.

"Mom, I'm going to go to my meeting with Mr. Connolly now. You know the way to the auditorium, remember? I showed you where it was on the tour."

The atmosphere was to too sexually charged for me to remain there. Besides, I had been able to hide the effects of my hard-on up to this point, but it was rising once more as I saw mom lay down on the bed for a breather. I needed to leave.

I kissed mom on the cheek and told her I loved her then turned to leave. As I walked out the door I turned for one last look at her before the program would begin.

"See you in a little bit mom." I smiled, winked and left.
 
"Mom, I'm going to go to my meeting with Mr. Connolly now. You know the way to the auditorium, remember? I showed you where it was on the tour."

"Yes Hun I am sure that I can find it and I have that map just outside of this building. You go do what you have to do, I just need a little rest.. don't want one of my headaches cropping up." Christine hedged.

When Bobby gave her that kiss she felt her cheeks start to burn but she gently kissed his cheek in return. "I'll be okay darling."

See you in a little bit mom." Bobby smiled, winked and left.

Christine chuckled as she thought how much he was changing. Yet they were good changes and that made her releived as she wa almost certain that some bully would scar him into being gay or forever girl-shy.

"Well now I really need a nap." Christine layed down and within four deep breathes she was out.
 
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