Jon was glad that his father, soon after extinguishing his post-sex cigarette, had fallen asleep. Who knows what kind of exploits he and his dad would have gotten up to, thanks to the super strong mating pheromones he now excreted, had he been able to stay awake. Even asleep, though, Jon saw that he was having an effect on his parent. The sheet covering his father's groin stood tented, and a small wet spot had appeared at the peak.
It took him a while, but he slowly and gingerly slipped out of bed. The last thing he wanted was for his dad to wake up and see Jon's sexy naked body moving around the room. Jon knew how seductive every move he made was, Sarah had taken care of that, and the urges he now felt were almost overwhelming. When he'd first noticed the tent in the sheets, it had taken all of his will power to not slip down between his father's legs and take the erect penis into his mouth.
He didn't bother getting dressed, not wanting to risk his escape being discovered. Instead, he silently gathered the scattered clothing from around the room, held it to his chest, and slipped out the door.
The house was quiet. His mother had yet to return from work, which was a great relief to him. Zoe and Mikey, his sister and brother, also didn't seem to be home, which gave him leave to pad down the hallway to his own bedroom. Jon felt thankful that his siblings hadn't been home to overhear the sexual encounter between his father and himself, because if they had been home, there would have been no disguising what was going on. Both him and his father had very quickly lost control, screaming, moaning, panting; the experience had been like living in a porno movie, but from the wrong perspective.
As Jon reached for his door, he hoped that Sarah had gotten bored waiting for him. He knew it probably was too much to ask for, but she'd been messing with him for a few hours now; how long could a cheerleader possibly hold her attention? Pushing the door open, Jon saw the blonde beauty sprawled on his bed, reading yet another teen magazine. When she saw him enter, naked, spent, she smiled. His heart dropped when he saw the way she looked at him, like a toy, like an object, like something she owned.
And she did, too, own him. For the next 45 hours at least, by Jon's estimation, Sarah owned everything about him, controlling every tiny bit of his existence. The weight on his chest testified to that. Resolved to his fate, wondering once again what he had been thinking when he'd made the wish, he greeted the cheerleader.
"Mission accomplished," he said, trying to sound upbeat.
"Jon, you slut!" she giggled, "From the sound of it, a few more tasks like that might be right up your alley!"
Jon grimaced, unsure what the best course of action was, but pretty sure arguing wouldn't get him anywhere.
"Don't worry, Jonny, I have something better in mind than sending you down the hall to dear old dad. I'm getting kind of tired, so I'll have to go home soon, but before I do, I want you to..."
