A Terrible Mistake, Part 2

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   A TERRIBLE MISTAKE 
   
   
   Author's Note: This story contains descriptions of incest, which some 
persons will find offensive. Please do not read if you are offended by such 
unorthodox and offensive sexual material. 
   
   2. The Changes Continue. 
   
   It was an hour later. Jen had finished another glass of scotch and was 
feeling its effects. She was slightly tipsy but could stand it no longer. 
She had to go somewhere, do something. Her brain was preoccupied by the 
thought of going home and finding this George guy so she could fuck him. 
Trouble was, at her parents' house there _was_ no George, and certainly no 
one there to fuck. But she felt horny as hell and needed relief. So she 
decided to give in to the urge to return home. It was like she couldn't 
stop herself, though it was futile and she knew it. 
   
   Her parents would be horrified by the changes taking place inside her 
head. But she didn't give a fuck. Let them shit their pants for all she 
cared. She was interested only in pleasure now, not in satisfying her idiot 
parents' expectations. She lit up another Marlboro Menthol Light 100 and 
smoked in her car. Psychologically she was a smoker even if physiologically 
her body hadn't totally caught up. She loved raising the cigarette to her 
lips and hitting on it. Pulling smoke in her chest felt divine. Unbeknownst 
to her, Vincent did his job. Jennifer Scott was smoking and drinking like a 
old hand. Her next goal was to fuck someone, if not the mysterious George 
then someone else; anybody else, once she got home! 
   
   She pulled into her parents' drive and walked toward the house. It was 
literally a palatial mansion; her folks were well off. She opened the front 
door without ringing. She was immediately intercepted by Amelia, the 
family's long-time maid. 
   
   "Ah, Miss Jennifer," Amelia greeted her warmly. "So nice to see you. 
Your father is in his study this evening along with your mother." 
   
   "Thanks, Amelia." She paused. "Say Amelia, do we know anyone named 
George around here?" 
   
   The Mexican-American woman hesitated. "No, I do not think so, Miss 
Jennifer." 
   
   "I didn't think so, either. Just checking." She breezed into the study. 
   
   Her parents were sitting by the fireplace reading and drinking tea. Mr. 
Scott looked up. "Jennifer, honey, this is a nice surprise. How were 
classes today?" 
   
   She pulled up a chair and sat down. "I didn't go to class today. I had 
some kind of weird seizure this morning, I guess." 
   
   Her mother gasped. "Then we need to get you in to see Dr. Pittner." She 
was referring to the family's internist. 
   
   "I saw a doctor," Jen replied. "He says it was just a one-time thing. He 
says I'm fine. But I've been doing some thinking today. Mom, Dad, did 
either of you ever smoke?" 
   
   Mrs. Scott frowned. "Long, long ago, honey. Both your dad and I did 
before you or your sister were born. Why?" 
   
   "I've been thinking a lot about it," Jen said smoothly. "I decided to 
start smoking." 
   
   Without awaiting their reaction, she got her Marlboro Menthol Lights 
100's from her purse and slipped a cigarette between her lips. With it 
firmly positioned, she fumbled for her lighter. 
   
   "Honey! What the -? Just what do you think you're doing?" 
   
   "Smoking, Mom. I'm just smoking." After locating her lighter, she 
clicked it and lit up. They watched, horrified. She purposely let her 
cigarette dangle after an initial drag. "Anyway, I decided I like smoking. 
So I plan to smoke all the time from now on. I hope it won't piss you guys 
off too much." 
   
   Her father was speechless. "What did you say?" he finally muttered. 
   
   "I said, I plan to smoke from now on," Jen repeated. She tipped her head 
to release a long exhale. "But hell, you understand. Mom said you both used 
to smoke. You get it." 
   
   "That was ages ago," her mom sputtered. "Before we all knew how bad it 
is." 
   
   "Yeah, but I never knew how good it is," Jen snickered, hitting on her 
Marlboro Menthol. "So I'm smoking now." 
   
   "But Jennifer, this isn't like you," her mother continued to protest "I 
mean, you're involved in the young people's group at church. You're a good 
student. You're such a good girl. It's just so, so, I don't know, so 
uncharacteristically nasty or something." 
   
   "Exactly. It _is_ nasty," Jen smirked. "That's why I like doing it. 
Anyway, I'm 19 and you can't stop me. I can smoke and drink and swear, and 
I will. Mom, Dad, I don't care if you know. I'm done being good. The ways I 
used to act are all gonna change. But I didn't stop by to tell you this. I 
need to find someone we know named George. Does the name ring any bells?" 
   
   Her dumbstruck parents sputtered. "Honey, something's wrong," said her 
mother. "Maybe you should see Dr. Pittner. This just isn't like you." 
   
   "Oh, it's like me alright. But like the real me. This is who I really 
am. The old Jennifer, she was fuckin' stupid. But the new Jennifer likes to 
smoke and drink and in general have a hell of a good time." She hit on her 
cigarette. "By the way, can I get a drink?" 
   
   "Uh, what do you mean?" 
   
   "You know, whiskey or scotch?" 
   
   "Absolutely not," Mr. Scott stammered. "You're too young. You can't 
drink alcohol." 
   
   "Oh, yes I can, Daddy," she sneered wickedly. "Trust me, I sure can. 
Hell, I've already been drinking scotch all afternoon. Don't give me that 
`too young' shit. You don't know what the hell you're talking about. And 
for your information, I feel horny as hell. As soon as I leave, I have to 
find someone to fuck." She shot him a mysterious smile. "That is, unless 
you want to do it? I mean, unless you fuck me. Daddy, would you like to 
fuck your little girl?" 
   
   Her mother was aghast. "Jennifer, don't even say such a thing. It's 
dreadful!" 
   
   Jen let out an evil laugh. "Oh come on, Mom. Don't be a fuckin' prude. 
You once admitted Daddy's a hell of a lay." She paused and eyed her mother. 
"In fact, Mom, you're still pretty nice-looking. I don't care who I do it 
with. I just need to get fucked. So if you want, the three of us can fool 
around and do it together. I'm totally up for a threesome." 
   
   "Enough," her father screamed. "This is crazy. You're clearly sick. I'm 
calling Dr. Pittner's office. You need serious psychiatric help, Jennifer." 
   
   With cigarette in hand, she got up and walked boldly over to his chair. 
"You're wrong, Daddy. I'm not sick. I know what I want, that's all, and I 
want to get me some cock!" 
   
   Brazenly she thrust her free hand into his lap and squeezed hard. "What 
do you say, Daddy? Fucking your gorgeous teenage daughter sounds pretty 
damn hot, doesn't it? I'm up for incest if you are!" 
   
   Mr. Scott abruptly raised his hand and struck Jennifer hard in the face. 
"No," he shouted angrily. The startled teenager reeled back from his slap 
till she finally caught her balance. 
   
   "Fuck you," Jennifer snorted. She hit on her cigarette and breathed in 
deeply. "Shit, I knew you'd be too afraid to admit to Mom how you truly 
feel, Daddy. But don't worry. I know. In high school you used to stand at 
my bedroom door and stare at me longingly when you thought I was asleep. I 
never told Mom, but you wanted me to touch me. I know you did. I should've 
just pulled down the covers and invited you into bed with me, you fucker!" 
   
   "Out of this house this instant, you ungrateful thing," Mrs. Scott 
finally roared. "How dare you tell such lies? I agree with your dad. You're 
sick and you need help." 
   
   Jennifer brazenly tapped an ash from her cigarette on the floor as she 
massaged her still stinging face. "The only help I need is getting another 
drink and finding somebody to fuck. I'm sorry you guys don't like who I've 
become, but fuck you both!" She turned and stomped out. 
   
   As she rushed out the front door she almost ran into Amelia. "Fuck you, 
too, Amelia," she muttered, leaving the bewildered maid in her angry wake. 
   
   Jen reached her car and threw her spent cigarette to the ground. 
"George," she said to herself. "Who the hell is George? I gotta find him 
and have him fuck me." 
   
   The obsession that Vincent put in her brain would not be denied. Then 
she had an idea. "George Watson! He was in my class in high school. He had 
a huge crush on me senior year. Shit, I bet if I can find George I can talk 
him into fucking me." 
   
   Returning to her apartment she leafed through the phone directory. 
Bingo! She found his parents' address, wrote it on a slip of paper and 
after a last quick gulp from her bottle of scotch she drove off in a frenzy 
to find him. 
   
   George was not a scholar in high school. He was a marginal student, a 
skater, and Jennifer paid no attention to his advances back then. In high 
school, George Watson was not the kind of guy who interested her. He had a 
reputation for getting in trouble too often and too easily. It was exactly 
that reputation that now encouraged her on. Unlike all her sissy church 
friends, George was never afraid of breaking rules. 
   
   In anticipation she pulled up to the Watson home. "Come to mommy, 
George," she giggled. "I'm about to make your wildest dreams come true!" 
   
   
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   Vincent Martinelli's cell phone rang. After-hours calls to the New 
Directions clinic were automatically forwarded to his cell phone, though 
almost no one ever called after hours. 
   
   "Hello?" 
   
   "Martinelli? It's George Stott. Listen, I paid seventy-five grand to 
transform Jennifer into a slut and it didn't work, you fucker. You said 
she'd jump me as soon as she woke up from your treatment today. Well, I 
stopped by Jennifer's apartment this afternoon. I know she was there. I saw 
her through the front window. But when I got up to the second floor she was 
gone. She disappeared and went into hiding. I forced my way into her 
apartment. She just left. She must've seen me coming and she still didn't 
want to accept me or my lifestyle. So I want to know, what the hell do you 
intend to do about it?" 
   
   Vincent was stunned. "Uh, I don't know. God, my nurse drove Jennifer 
home and she said she seemed totally depraved just like you wanted. Suzanne 
left her a bottle of scotch and a pack of Marlboro Menthol Lights 100's. By 
the time you got there she should've been glad to see you. During the 
re-orientation Suzanne and I told her she couldn't wait to fuck you, 
George. I don't get it." 
   
   "Well, Martinelli, you friggin' treatment apparently isn't as foolproof 
as you said. Look, if Jennifer isn't crawling back to me by tomorrow night 
at this time I'm gonna sue your ass and ruin you. Understand?" 
   
   Vincent took a deep breath. "Shit, something must've gone horribly 
wrong," he muttered helplessly into the phone. "Okay, George, here's what 
I'll do. I'll have my nurse pick Jennifer up again tomorrow morning. We'll 
re-do the entire procedure to be sure we firmly implant all your requests 
for behavioral change even deeper into her psyche. Once Suzanne drops her 
off at her apartment tomorrow afternoon, I'll have her wait to make sure 
Jennifer's truly changed. Then I'll personally call you to let you know. 
Suzanne will stay till you get there." She'll also probably volunteer to 
stay and watch you fuck her, he mused, or even volunteer to join you 
perverts. 
   
   "Alright. But if it don't work this time, Martinellei, I warn you. This 
will get ugly real fast. Know what I mean?" 
   
   "Don't worry, Mr. Stott. It'll work. I don't know how Jennifer resisted 
what we did to her brain today. But she'll never be able to withstand it 
twice." 
   
   Vincent clicked off his cell phone. He paused to dial the number of 
Suzanne's cell. He'd find out again exactly what happened on Jennifer's 
trip home and precisely what Suzanne observed. If necessary, he'd re-do 
Jennifer. He sighed. After a second session in his lab her wickedness and 
depravity would be frighteningly deep. Surely it'd satisfy even George 
Stott. 
   
   
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   Jennifer found out from George Watson's parents that after high school 
George moved into an apartment with his skater friends. His mom said he 
attended the local community college and worked at a restaurant the rest of 
the time. His mom was sure that George would be glad to see her, since they 
were old high school friends and all. Jen was delighted. She sped to his 
apartment hoping to find him alone; alone and horny as hell. 
   
   She knocked on the door of his apartment downtown. A befuddled George 
answered the door himself. 
   
   "Jennifer? Jennifer Scott? My God, what are _you_ doing here? I haven't 
seen you in almost two years." 
   
   "Hi, George," she teased with a giggle. "I've been thinking about you 
recently. Won't you invite me in?" 
   
   "Yeah, sure." He stepped aside to let the beautiful brunette into his 
apartment. 
   
   It was Spartan, with very little furniture, most of it very dirty. "Nice 
place," she lied. "So, I stopped by your parents' house. Your mom says you 
go to the community college and work at some restaurant?" 
   
   "Yeah," George grinned nervously. He hadn't a clue why he was being 
visited on a Wednesday night by a beautiful girl who, in high school, never 
gave him the time of day. 
   
   After circling the perimeter of his apartment, Jen sat on a battered 
couch. On the table she saw a large ashtray with several cigarette butts 
inside. She smiled. "So George, aren't you gonna offer me something to 
drink?" 
   
   "Uh, sure. I got whatever you want, you know, pop, juice, anything." 
   
   "George, I'm disappointed in you. I figured you'd do better than that! 
Actually, I'd like something much stronger," she answered slyly. "I'd 
absolutely love a beer if you have any." 
   
   He was clearly taken aback. "Jennifer, _you_ want a beer? In high school 
you told everyone that you never drink!" 
   
   "Yeah, well, that was high school. It's not true anymore," she grinned 
evilly, licking her lips. He opened the refrigerator and she offered an 
apparently offhand remark. "So, George, you smoke?" 
   
   "Oh, uh, well, yeah, sometimes." He seemed embarrassed by this 
admission. 
   
   "Great, because now I do, too. So would you mind if I had a cigarette?" 
   
   He shook his head while handing his visitor a bottle of Bud Light. "God, 
Jennifer, you're smoking now, too? Wow, this _is_ a surprise!" 
   
   By now an unlit Marlboro Menthol Light 100 delicately hung from her 
grinning lips. "Yeah, I'm just full of surprises tonight, George. Hey, 
light me?" 
   
   Obediently he grabbed a lighter and did the honors. Jen took a long drag 
on her cigarette, intentionally showing him she was no poser. 
   
   "Ah, nice! Yeah, thanks _so_ much for letting me smoke with you, 
George!" Before exhaling she took a swig of her beer. Smoke spurted from 
her nostrils as she gulped it down. 
   
   "But George, aren't you gonna join me?" 
   
   At first the bewildered fellow didn't respond. Then he realized she 
meant he should have a cigarette, too. He crossed the room to get his 
regular Marlboro Lights 100's. He got back, sat down across from her and 
lit up a cigarette. 
   
   "God, Jennifer, I never imagined that I'd ever drink beer and smoke with 
you like this. Damn, you've really changed since high school, haven't you?" 
   
   You have no idea, George. No idea whatsoever! 
   
   "Yeah, I guess," she smiled, batting her eyes. "I was a fuckin' sissy in 
those days. I never knew all the fun I was missing." She hit her cigarette. 
"But don't worry. I know better now. In high school you were the smart one, 
George, and I was the dumb-ass. Hell, you used to party and get drunk all 
the time while I wasted my time going to church. I bet you even smoked in 
high school, but I was too stupid to even notice. God, I was such a 
shit-head!" 
   
   He watched his lovely female visitor drag on her cigarette and then 
release a voluptuous exhale through smiling lips. He sighed. 
   
   "I had a huge crush on you then, you know, Jennifer," he cautiously 
admitted. 
   
   She batted her eyes again. "Yeah, I know, George." She waited. 
   
   "So, what's up?" he asked nervously. "How come you came looking for me?" 
   
   She cocked her head. Slowly, lethargically, she released a thick, creamy 
exhale from her open mouth. She liked the way it looked. She sure as hell 
hoped George did. 
   
   "Can I be honest, George?" 
   
   "Yeah, sure." 
   
   "All day I couldn't get your name out of my mind. It was like someone 
constantly screaming at me, `George, George, you gotta go see George.' So, 
here I am." She smiled broadly and leaned forward a little. "Isn't that 
weird?" 
   
   He fidgeted. "Sure is. Well, so. What do you want to do?" 
   
   Jen groaned inside. She couldn't screw up, not now. She was so close! 
   
   "George, I'm so sorry I ignored you in high school." She sipped her 
beer, hoping to strengthen her resolve. "I'm smarter now. Lots smarter. I 
need to make it up to you. Really, I do. So, basically, -. Hell, I'll just 
say it. Do you want to fuck?" 
   
   He nearly choked on his exhale. "What?" 
   
   She grinned. "What I said was, wanna fuck? `Cause I really, really want 
to fuck you!" 
   
   "But -. But why?" 
   
   "I dunno. Just because I feel like it," she shrugged, pausing to drag on 
her shrinking cigarette. "And also because you drink and you smoke and I 
know you probably won't mind doing it with me." She grinned. "How's that 
for an answer?" 
   
   "Wow, well, it's sure not what I expected. See, I figured you came to 
try and get me to go to church with you again, like you did that time 
senior year. Remember that long talk and how you tried to convince I needed 
to get saved?" 
   
   Jen groaned. Ouch! She _did_ remember. How embarrassing! 
   
   "God, what a fucked up, dumb-ass loser I was. Listen, George, I was a 
dufus. I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. You were right; I 
was totally fucked up." She patted the seat on the couch beside her. 
Obediently he got up and moved to her side. "So tonight I need _you_ to 
save _me_, George, baby. Save me from my old self. Let me be the bad girl, 
the bitch, I want to be, that I need to!" 
   
   He just continued to stare, unbelieving. 
   
   She smiled. She was full of lust now. "George, don't you hear what I'm 
offering? I just said I want you to _fuck_ me! What's wrong? Don't you get 
it?" She hit on her cigarette and inhaled smoke deep inside. "I want us to 
get nasty, baby, so nasty you won't believe it's your old friend Jennifer 
who's opened her legs for you." 
   
   Still he didn't make a move. So she leaned over and kissed him. Their 
lips touched for several seconds. "What's wrong? Don't you believe me?" she 
whispered. 
   
   He began to laugh incredulously. "I don't know, Jennifer. It's just so 
weird. You seem so - so different." 
   
   She feigned a pout. "Don't you like it?" 
   
   "Oh, yeah, I do. I like it a lot. I've always liked you." 
   
   "Do you like me even more as a bad, bad girl, a girls who smokes and 
drinks and who wants to fuck even though we haven't talked in years? Do you 
like that, too?" 
   
   "Oh God, yeah," he groaned. "I love it, Jennifer. It's great." 
   
   "Tell me it's _fuckin'_ great, George. Let me hear you say it." 
   
   "Shit, it's fuckin' great, Jennifer." 
   
   "Then let's do it, George," she moaned, taking a last sip of beer and a 
last drag on her cigarette before disposing of them both. "Let's fuck right 
now. Let's get naked and fuck. I'm so horny I can't stand it!" 
   
   Shocked by this unexpected good fortune, George started to fondle Jen's 
breasts. He unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her wildly. She shuddered, 
feeling the sensations of sexual bliss for the first time in her previously 
sheltered life. God, it felt _so_ good, a combination of pure pleasure and 
unrequited lust. 
   
   "Fuck me, George," she groaned. "Fuck me. The most important thing to me 
right this second is for you to fuck me hard! Don't waste time on any 
foreplay shit. Just get your cock out of your pants and ram it into me, 
baby, good and hard." She was trembling with anticipation. "I need you to 
fuck me so bad, George. God, it's so fabulous I can't stand it!" 
   
   George did just as he was asked. He fucked her alright, and Jennifer 
absolutely loved it, just like Vincent told her she would, just the way he 
programmed her to respond. Now she was nothing but a slut and she loved 
being one! 

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