Helen wants to see him cum.

"Clive, what are you doing under the table?" Helen asked coyly, deciding to push things further.

"U-uh... oh, nothing," he stammered, "just muh-massaging my leg. It's a-aching... long day gardening a-and such."

"Oh I see," Helen said with a smile. "I could always give you a hand? I've done a course in sports massage therapy, I might as well use it."

"Erm... no, I'll be fine."

"No I insist, I know how nasty cramps can be," Helen said as she got out of her seat. She made her way round to Clive's side of the breakfast bar and gasped when she laid eyes on him teasing his erect cock. "Clive! Have you been playing with yourself this entire time?"

"Oh Helen," Clive whined going beet red, "I don't know why but I can't help myself." From the look on her neighbour's face, Helen could tell he was desperately trying to fight the instructions she had put into his mind. She almost felt sorry for him, but this was too funny to stop now.

"You dirty old man! What would Donna say?"

"No!" Clive cried, still working his precum glazed dick. "P-please don't tell her, she'd kill me!"

"Fine, I won't tell her," Helen declared with her hands on her hips, "but I want to see you cum!"

"What?!" the middle aged man spluttered almost losing his rhythm.

"You heard me! I want you to cum for me like the dirty old man you are." Helen sent a further trojan thought spell into her neighbour's mind to make sure he would be willing to follow her command.

"If you're sure, Helen," Clive agreed sheepishly. He began to jerk his cock in earnest now, no longer teasing but trying to tip himself over the edge.

"That's it, Clive," Helen urged, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to cum for me. I know you've thought about me whilst you play with yourself at night. I bet Donna just doesn't do it for you anymore. But you can't have me. I only fuck real men like Adam and...." Helen stopped herself realising she didn't want to reveal too much.

"Oh blimey Helen, I'm going cum!" Clive said as he quivered. His hand was pumping more urgently now.

"That's it Clive, cum for me! Think about my big boyfriend fucking me as you watch on wishing you were him."

Apparently that last comment tipped Clive over the edge as he unleashed a jet of hot spunk from his cock. Helen quickly took a step back not wanting to get hit by the seemingly endless stream of cum.

"Jesus Clive, when was the last time you came?" Helen laughed, impressed by the volume of semen her neighbour had produced. Clive was too busy basking in the afterglow of releasing all that pent up sexual frustration to answer. As he finally stopped, Helen brought him a wad of kitchen towel to clean himself up.

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"Sorry about that, Helen," Clive said as he stood at the door ready to leave. After wiping off the streams of spunk from his hand and the floor, Helen had used her spell once more to instruct Clive to leave. She had thought about removing the experience from his memory but rather liked holding this over him. The man in his mid-fifties really thought that he had lost control of his base urges round his young female neighbour's house and this amused Helen.

"That's ok Clive, it happens to the best of us." Helen noticed that a trace splatter of cum remained on her neighbour's shirt but decided not to mention it. "Thank you for dropping round those tools. Adam will bring them back once he's done with them."

"Great, say hello to him for me," Clive said with a wave as he walked done the path at a decent pace.

Helen watched her neighbour walk the short distance to his own home and wondered what else she could manipulate him or anyone else to do. The neighbourhood was her plaything and she was just getting started. Just as she was getting lost in these thoughts, Adam rounded the corner and came into view. The spellbook had suggested that anyone aware of the magic wouldn't be easily influenced by the trojan thoughts spell. Helen thought maybe it was time to test its limits.