SpyWare

SpyWare I
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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SpyWare I

I was quite excited when mom told me that I would get my own computer. Sharing the one in the kitchen sucked. I couldn't look at anything more exciting than a catalogue showing girls clothing. Mom inherited a new computer, from my Aunt Rachael and I got her old one. The only problem was that my dweeby cousin Sarah got to set up the system.

I got to see my aunt and my cousin once a week on Saturday as mom picked up my aunt so they could play tennis. I made money by doing lawn chores for my aunt while they were away. It wasn't all that bad. Sarah had some cute looking friends who would come over. One in particular, a girl called Diane, really got my attention. She's 13 and already developing. I made up a number of fantasies about her.

On the other hand, Sarah's only 12 and in the 6th Grade but she is a whiz with computers. So she set up the network and rebuilt both mom's computer and mine from scratch. Mom had her put parental controls on my machine that restricted my browsing to G-rated sites. If it weren't for Sarah, defeating this system would have been a snap. Other boys in my class had the same problem, but knew where to get the "crack" for the code to reset the system. But Sarah knew her computer stuff and had built in safeguards the crack couldn't get around.

I had to call in the heavy artillery. I befriended Travis, the class nerd. I actually had to introduce him to Sarah as means of a bribe. I guess there is no accounting for taste, although if I had to look at Sarah as a girl instead of my cousin, I could say that she was cute in her own way. I think she has potential if she tried to look and act like a girl: like Diana does. Well, maybe when she grows up.

Travis suggested that I simply reformat the hard disk and start all over. "I don't know how to do that," I explained, "Besides there is some stuff I want to keep."

"You can back it up, you know."

"Yeah, but then there are all the licenses and network setup and all that stuff. I don't have all the CDs. I got all kinds of games on my system. Wouldn't it be simpler just to crack this one code, rather than try to crack all of them?"

"I'll take a look at it," he agreed.

Travis came over one night while mom was at a networking meeting. Soon he had zeros and ones flashing over the screen. Every now he'd freeze the display and hum or mutter something under his breath. Occasionally he'd tap the screen with his finger pointing at a particular sequence of numbers. I knew he was hot on the trail once he started copying some numbers down. After about an hour of this he finally said, "This is so cool."

"What," I asked.

"Sarah's a really smart girl. She tied the anti-tamper system right into the boot-up sequence so it became an integral part of the operating system.

"Oh cool," I replied abstractly as if I knew what he was talking about.

Travis could tell that I wasn't getting it, so he tried explaining further, "It's kind of like a virus. It runs itself when you boot up. Then it makes copies of the filter program and puts one where it is supposed to be and hides the other and runs it. That's why the crack programs didn't work. They were attacking the decoy program."

I looked at him blankly, so he dummied down the explanation even more, "Once you find what you are looking for, you stop looking."

The light finally went on. "Can you fix it?"

He looked at me with annoyance as if I insulted him. "Of course I can."

Fifteen minutes later, I was browsing some adult sites.

"Great man, I really owe you one," I told him.

"Not so fast, there is some other code in here that doesn't seem to belong. Do you want me to check it out?"

I was all for getting Travis out the door, so I could get to some of these sites and start enjoying myself. "Err, no, some other time," I told him nearly pushing him out the door.

I was very careful. I never surfed the porn sites while mom was in the house, there was always too much danger that she might walk into my room. It was bad enough that she caught me masturbating not only once, but twice. The first time, she gave me a big lecture. The second time, she gave me a big spanking. "I don't ever want to catch you doing that again." So it became my objective not to get caught.

But now I was able to enjoy myself in the privacy of my room surfing some of my favorite sites. Just the thought of getting on line would have my penis hard and dripping with anticipation. Once logged on and browsing, it was only a matter of time before I found the right picture or story to jerk off to. That was the problem: so many pictures, so little time and not enough semen. I wanted to jerk off to almost every one of the pictures. I'd strip myself naked imagining it was me in the pictures with the women.

I usually had only about a half hour viewing time during the week days, but how much more time does a 14-year-old boy need to jerk off? On many occasions, I was able to squeeze in two ejaculations. I had hours every Wednesday night as my mom went to some sort of meeting on that night.

For 30 minutes a day, 5 days a week and a couple hours on Wednesday, my world was a teen boy's sexual fantasy.

That world came crashing down on me one Tuesday afternoon. I had just finished my second come of the day, and was getting ready to log off when I suddenly became aware of another presence in the room: it was mom!

"Steven James, what did I tell you about that nasty habit of yours?"

Every child knows that when mom uses your full name, it's not a good thing. My stomach sank. It knotted up and I felt sick. Aside from the extreme embarrassment, I had no idea what kind of punishment mom had in mind for me. The last spanking was nothing to be remembered fondly.

So I was surprised when instead of yelling at me, mom came up and draped her arm lovingly over my shoulder. Her hand on my naked shoulder sent a chill down my spine.

Mom's mood changed. Instead of yelling at me she said, "Just sit there. I'll be back in a minute. I have something to show you."

She went to leave the room, and I got up. "Where are you going," she demanded sharply.

"I'm going to get dressed."

"No you're not. You are going to sit there naked as you are. STAY! I will be back."

I heard mom in her room. She made a phone call, but I couldn't tell to whom or what was said. Then I heard her clicking away at her keyboard. She could not have been at it more than about 10 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to me.

She came back with a couple of pieces of paper in her hand. She put the papers to the side and read the instructions on them to herself. I took a peek at the papers and could see the opening scrawls, "Dear Aunt Suzie," it started. I recognized Sarah's handwriting by the little heart she used to dot the "i" in "Suzie."

Mom took over the keyboard and opened a browser. She typed in a URL from her instruction sheet and clicked on it. A homemade web page came up. "Get up here and do what I tell you," she said. She told me what to type and what links to click on.

"I knew that you were still masturbating. Remember, I do the laundry around here. I know what cum stains look like. I also knew that you would try to get around the security measures I could put in place. So I talked to your aunt and cousin about ways to keep you off the pornography sites."

I was mortified. How could mom talk about such a thing? It was sort of OK with my aunt, but my 12-year-old cousin! She was still a child in my mind.

"Sarah was a really big help, she told me exactly what I had to do. She told me that given enough time, you would figure out how to get around the parental controls I installed on the system. She told me that there was no way that I could stop you from browsing the sites."

"Your aunt had the right idea. 'If you can't beat him, join him,' she said. I asked her what she meant, and she said that if I can't stop you from visiting these sites, then at least I could monitor your activities and tell what sites you did look at."

I was about to object and tell mom that Travis deactivated the tracking mechanisms. But did he? He was able to see around one decoy, but what about other traps?

Mom went on. "Sarah was so good, she even set a 'trip wire' program to alert her when you deactivated the controls. That was nearly two weeks ago on a Wednesday night at 7:58 PM. Sarah sent an email telling me you broken in."

"Sarah?" It was a sentence fragment, but it was a complete question.

"I have to let her on the system. She's the administrator. I don't know what I'm doing with these things. She's a great administrator. She's even organized the logs, so I could see exactly where you've been."

Mom lifted her head and talked to the ceiling, "OK Sarah, do your thing."

I sat there dumbfounded as suddenly, the cursor started to move on its own. Links were clicked and dialogue boxes opened and closed at their own accord.

My mouth flapped open wordlessly. Mom laughed and explained, "Sarah is logged on now and she is controlling the computer."

Finally the display settled on a page. I looked at the screen before me. It was a list of every site I had visited during the last couple of weeks.

Mom provided the commentary, "When you turned off the filters, you failed to notice the spyware that Sarah installed for me. I've been keeping track of your filthy habits for weeks." As if on queue, the cursor clicked itself on a link and opened on a site specializing in female domination.

"You visit a lot of sites like this. Do you like the idea of being dominated by girls?"

I couldn't even look at mom.

"Come on, let's see what else turns you on."

Site after site came up further indicting me. Mom called off the list, "masturbation," "cock and ball torture," "bondage and discipline," "CFNM," "spanking." "Who would have known!" she finally exclaimed.

I thought I was completely humiliated, but that came next.

We switched to another page, and there was a series of dot-RM files. The cursor clicked on one and the media player started. There I was in all my naked glory with hand on erection pumping like I was trying to suck oil out of a 35,000 ft deep well. The wildcatting paid off, I struck a gusher. Semen erupted like Old Faithful in Yellowstone Park.

I looked around the room wildly. There had to be a camera somewhere. Mom finally pointed it out to me hiding in the heating vent on the wall. Even now that I knew where to look, it was still difficult to see. "While Sarah was installing the network cabling, She also suggested I put in a camera so I could actually see you and catch you in the act. Don't think of tampering with it or you will be punished severely."

The pictures were humiliating enough. It was worse that mom was looking at them. Then it hit me: if Sarah was running the computer, she was looking at them too! Not only that, if these pictures were taken weeks ago, then she and mom could have been viewing them for weeks!

A couple of more movies played out. In the last movie, just as I ejaculated, I yelled out, "Oh, Diana. Oh. Do it to me, baby."

That seemed to be some sort of cue for mom. She lifted her head towards the camera, and said, "OK girls, it's time."

At that, the screen cleared and showed a live webcam of Sarah and three of her friends. One of them was Diana. They were still in their school uniforms. The girls were whooping it up and whistling and catcalling.

Mom explained, "I'm sorry dear, but in order to get her to set up my computer, I had to let Sarah set things up for me. She got to see everything I got to see. As you were watching porn on the web, Cousin Sarah and her friends were watching you. Now you're going to have to live with that fact. Think about that when you see them around school."

"These girls have not only seen you naked and playing with yourself, they know what sites you visit and what your deepest fantasies are. They know you are into female domination, and they are willing to oblige you in that game. Sarah says that Diana and the rest of her friends are really looking forward to seeing you – all of you - in person this Saturday while your aunt and I are at tennis."

"So if you want to watch porn and play with yourself, go ahead. The girls will select what you can see. They will watch your every move. If you can live with that, you are welcome to it. Your option is chastity."

I bowed my head into my hand. I was beaten.