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John
Connor sits going over his homework. It's Friday night and he's
probably the only non-geek in LA that's actually not out partying.
He sighs as he puts the finishing touches on his last assignment.
The young man puts his school materials away, knowing full why his
mother is insisting on him and Cameron being in High School, even if
he doesn't like it. He grins slightly as he pulls a copy of a
computer magazine. He flips through it until he finds the article
where he'd left off. The techie-general is amazed at the
improvements in computer technology in the last ten years. Try as he
might though, he can't get the incident from earlier today out of his
head.

*&*

School
had just ended and he'd had 'physical education' for his last class
of the day. The teen snorts as he closes his locker, gym is still
gym, no matter what the name. He strives hard to remember his
mother's warning to keep his head down, to draw no attention to
himself as he listens to one of the jocks, his name starts with a 'D'
maybe, describing in full, lurid detail what he would truly love to
do to the new chick who just transfered in. However, when he
mentions Cameron by name, cover, and ego, require him to step in. He
steps over to the guy and taps him on the shoulder.

The
center for the school rugby team turns from his talk with two other
muscleheads and says, “What ya want geek?”

John
steps on his rising temper ruthlessly as he says, “Look pal, I
don't care what you think about my sister, or even what you say, so
long as you don't say it in my hearing.”

The
jock chuckles nastily before shoving the slightly built student,
“What ya going to do about it?”

The
future general drops into a fighting stance as he considers anyway to
get out of this without a physical confrontation while maintaining
his cover as Cameron's brother. Regrettably, he runs out of time
before a solution presents itself. He sees the other boy cock his
fist back for a punch.

The
jock in question is a fairly tough young man, he's required to be in
order to be the center of the varsity squad rugby team. However, as
he launches his attack at the pipsqueak, he finds a whole new
definition for the word hurt.

The
younger man grabs the other man's right wrist with his left hand and
locks in an arm bar any infantryman would be proud of. He twists
hard and has the attacker on the ground, lightly applying pressure to
the shoulder.

The
two other jocks stand slack jawed at the Freshman's apparent martial
skills.

John
twists the arm slightly and says, “Now that was uncalled for.
Now, you're not going to go making lewd comments about my sister
again now are you?”

“Shit
no, just don't hurt me.”

“Just
remember, I let you off easy this time. Next time I won't be as
forgiving.” With that, the youth releases his hold and glares
at the other two gorillas before walking out of the locker room.

*&*

The
dark haired teen shakes his head, hoping that his mother won't hear
about the confrontation. He for one has no intention of mentioning
it to her, but the woman has a way with intelligence that is truly
unnerving.

Sarah
Connor looks at her only offspring with concealed concerns, waiting
until he'd finished his homework to bring them up. However, seeing
him relax she clears her throat, “John, were you going to tell
me about the fight today?”

The
youth doesn't even look up from his article, “Not unless you
asked me about it.”

The
woman barely suppresses her grin at the bare knuckles honesty from
her son. She makes herself sound stern as she says, “You know
you can't draw attention to yourself, especially if Skynet has any
clue where, and when, we are. You know that!”

The
young man sighs as he looks up finally. He locks gazes with his
mother and says, “Look mom, the fight was partly to keep from
drawing attention.” He smirks slightly at Sarah's confused
expression, “The guy who I beat on was making what can be
considered, at best, lewd comments about Cameron. Now, at school,
they know me as her brother and what brother is going to let comments
like that pass unchallenged? If I hadn't taken him to task about it,
and anyone figured out I had heard them, then it would have raised a
lot of questions.”

The
older woman purses her lips for a moment, “So it was the choice
of a little attention built on a basis where it will undoubtedly be
dismissed versus the possibility of a great deal of attention at a
later date which would be a great deal harder to explain.” She
sighs, “Happy about this I am not, but I can't fault your
logic. Do I want to know exactly what those idiots were saying?”
Seeing her son blush scarlet she says, “Likely not I would
guess. So, how are things between you two going?”

John
shoots his mother an inquisitive look.

She
chuckles slightly, “Honey, I am neither blind nor stupid. You
are a healthy young man with the hormones of such. The Tin Miss is a
very, very attractive young woman. Given how much time you two spend
together, and how many times you have been together during a high
adrenaline situation, you being attracted to her is completely
natural. Just remember what she is. If she tells you not to try
something, it'd probably be a good idea to listen to her.”

The
young man nods his head in understanding.

Sarah
sighs, “John, I'm a mother, and a mother is never happy when
her only child grows up. However, I am not a hypocrite. When I was
your age, well, let's just say it was a more liberal time. You are
too well aware of what I've done to get you the training I think you
need. Between those two, I'd be the worlds biggest damned hypocrite
if I tried to interfere with any relationship between you and her.”
The woman smiles softly, “In point of fact, I've already
discussed the matter with her once.”

The
youth blushes again as he says, “What did she have to say about
it?”

The
dark haired woman snorts slightly, “It wasn't quite
blow-by-blow, but it was close enough.” She looks seriously at
her son, “How in depth of a briefing did you have on her orders
before you white washed her throat?”

The
teen resolutely ignores his own blush as he says, “We covered
the basic details of why I should sate any 'curiosities' with her
instead of dating outside girls.”

“Then
she didn't mention anything about you being her master?”

The
young man looks at his mother, knowing he's missing something rather
critical, but not sure what it is, “No she didn't mention
anything more than some sexcapades.”

Sarah
nods, “Well, then I really shouldn't ruin her surprise, but I
think it might be best to discuss the matter betwixt us first.”
She sighs heavily, “John, this is going to be as embarrassing
as hell for both of us, but I need you to stop thinking of me as your
mother for a few minutes and think of me just as 'Sarah' for the
duration of this discussion. Do you think you can do that?”

The
young man nods his head, very, very slowly.

The
woman smiles gently as she goes over to the cupboard and gets out a
pair of rocks glasses before retrieving a bottle of amber liquid from
the freezer. She returns to her seat and waves her son to the chair
across from her as she puts the glasses on the coffee table. She
pours about a quarter of an inch into each glass before handing one
to her son. “Good whiskey, I suggest you take it easy on this
stuff John.” She takes a small sip as the young man across
from her eyes his glass warily. She sighs as she finally decides how
to go about having this discussion, “John, you might want to
put your drink down for a moment, because I'm going to be blunt about
this, no sugar coating whatsoever? Understood?” Her only
child places his glass on the table and looks intently at her.
“John, there's no other real way to put this, Cameron wants you
to take possession of her body and use her to sate any curiosities or
desires you might have.”

The young man looks at his mother curiously, “Mo....
Sarah, let me get this straight, Cameron wants me to have sex with
her in any way, shape, or form that I hear about or want to try, and
you are encouraging me to do so?”

The dark haired woman smiles oddly, “Yes honey,
your mother is in fact encouraging you to have sex in any kinky way
you can think of. I know it's not the normal behavior, but as I
said, I'm not a hypocrite. Also, it's better to do any
experimentation with her here rather than try to hide it with someone
else. All of the Tin Miss's concerns are completely valid.”
Sarah blushes slightly, “Although I may ask to borrow her on
occasion.”

The teen blushes slightly, “Why would you need my
permission? Wouldn't you need to ask her?”

Sarah's face darkens further as she does her duty as one
top to another. “John, she's not my slave, she is yours. Her
every waking moment is yours to command. The only restraint on what
you do with and to her are those you impose upon yourself. She is
incapable of telling you no or to stop unless she feels your actions
would endanger you. Depending on exactly how human she becomes, even
that is not assured though. That is why you have to be exceptionally
careful.” She suddenly grins impishly, “You can think of
this as a very pleasant form of training. Sex does wonders for
keeping you in shape. Great for stamina and endurance.” The
human female suddenly becomes serious, “In addition, this is a
very good opportunity for you to learn about planning and
responsibility. Both are things I've tried to teach you and that
you'll need if you are to lead The Resistance.” Sarah frowns
for a moment before saying, “John, Cameron wants you to
exercise control over her. Do you have any idea how to go about
doing that?”

The teen shakes his head, “I don't even have a
clue as to where to start.”

The mother sighs, “I was both hoping and afraid of
that. Do you mind a small suggestion on where to start?”
Seeing her son shake his head, she continues, “I'd suggest you
start by picking out at least a few articles of her clothing every
day. One or two items to start out with.” She suddenly grins
again, “Maybe you could start with her bra and panties?”
She chuckles as she sees her son's face go beet red, “Honey,
you are going to have to get over that reflex if you are to be a good
Master. Now, is there anything I can do for you?”

John Connor forces his mind to work past his
embarrassment, “Actually, if you could take Cameron shopping
for some more underthings I would be grateful.”

The brunette cocks her head inquisitively, “Why
would you not want to do the shopping yourself? Especially as you
could have her modeling the clothes for you.”

The young man snorts, “Mom, I'm only fifteen years
old and we are currently in the United States. They tend to look at
guys funny when they try buying that kind of stuff with a girl.
Besides, I have no idea what to look for in womens underwear.”

The woman chuckles, “From what I've seen, you
might be a bit surprised, but you're point stands. Do you have any
preferences as for color or style? I suspect our Tin Miss has no
real need for any of this, but sometimes the best part of clothes is
what they hide.”

“I
can't believe I'm about to say this, but I trust you to pick out
something suitable for her to wear, and to take off.”

“Don't
worry, I'll do right by you.” She gets an odd look on her face
and says, “You are right, it just does not feel right doing
this for my own son.” She sighs as she comes to her feet, “I'm
going to borrow your slave for a few hours. Please don't leave the
house John.”

The youth nods, “Don't worry, we've got an
Internet connection now, so I have ways to keep busy. With Cameron,
I don't even have to resort to the porn sites,” he says with a
wink.

The human female is still trying to suppress her
laughter a few minutes later as she leads the other woman out the
door on their shopping trip.

The teen immediately picks up the magazine he'd lain
down earlier, and promises himself to get copy of the newer
programming languages along with as much information as he can get
about new security protocols.

*&*

Three hours later, Sarah Connor is grateful both that
they'd gotten a relatively early start on their shopping, starting
only a bit after five, and that LA never truly sleeps. She'd been
able to get a complete wardrobe of bras and panties. She chuckles in
anticipation of her son's reaction to the garments Cameron is
currently wearing, which had been acquired at a 'marital aid' store.
She grins in anticipation of a *long* and drawn out session with the
vibrator she'd bought for herself in addition to the one for her son
to use on the Tin Miss.

The female Terminator is currently wearing a black
tee-shirt and the black leather pants she generally prefers. She is
feeling... agitated at the thought of her master seeing her dressed
like this, and him finally taking his rightful place.

The young man in question is exceptionally nervous, but
trying desperately to hide it. He is both scared and excited at the
prospect of the ladies return. He nods to them as they enter the
house, setting the shotgun down, “Mom, Cam, have a good trip?”

The human woman smiles, “Yes honey, we got
everything I was looking for.” Her smile turns into a smirk as
she sees her only descendant working the younger female over with his
eyes, “You seem a bit agitated, why don't you take the Tin Miss
work off some steam?”

John's face is red as a tomato as he says, “Come
on Cam,” and heads to his bedroom Terminator in tow.

With the two teens safely sequestered, Sarah digs out
the black vibrator she'd purchased.

*&*

The young man closes the door behind his new.... he
can't think of a proper word for her at the moment. He looks at her
standing completely passively in the middle of the room. He steadies
his nerves as he tries to recall both what Cameron had done during
their previous encounter and what he'd heard in the locker room at
various high schools. Finally, he sits down on the edge of his bed
and says, “Cameron, I want you to give me a blow job.”

The brown haired female drops to her knees without a
sound before knee crawling over to her hopefully-Master. She leans
in towards his crotch, grabbing his zipper between her teeth.

The teen hisses through his teeth as Cam's nose gently
bumps his erection as she unzips him. He inhales sharply as the soft
skin of her hand wraps itself around his manhood as she fishes him
out of his pants. His mind blanks as her warm, wet mouth engulfs his
crown. With a primal grunt, he grabs two fistfuls of the
Terminator's hair and pulls her down onto his cock, forgetting in his
lust just how much stronger than him she is.

The young woman sighs in relief internally as her
esophagus is obstructed by her master's length. Glad that he is once
more exerting control over her, even if it is on instinct.

John thrusts in and out of Cameron's sucking mouth
rapidly, him barely noticing her tongue playing along his entire dick
for over a minute before he growls deep in his throat before shooting
his load straight down hers. He holds her head with her nose pressed
firmly against his groin, completely forgetting that a human woman
would need to breathe. Finally, he comes back to his senses enough
for him to release the kneeling girls head. “Sorry about that,
but you did very good Cam.”

The female Terminator looks down submissively, “Thank
you Master.”

A/N: Until next time.
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