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Subject: {ASSM} Minding Others, Parts 5 and 6 (mf, mF, mc, incest, reluct, slow)
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Minding Others
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
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- Chapter 5 -

Rod plainly didn't believe me, but my challenge was too weird not to
call what had to be a bluff. Would a young teen who had just been
molested by his mother act as if he had been the villain? Well, maybe,
but that would be getting ahead of my story. Rodney probably figured
he could secure me at Wendy's for a couple hours while he confronted
mom.

My brother preened briefly at Wendy's front door. He knocked, and
after several seconds delay, Wendy's father appeared. The older man
wasn't too happy with what he saw.

"This home hasn't had the pleasure of your company for some time,
Rodney. Come on in, I can't let the neighbors watch me beat to death
another kid who's gotten my daughter into trouble." Wendy's father
didn't crack a smile.

I checked my brother. He ignored me.

"Yes sir, Mr. Palnasus. My brother's here to drag my body back home.
Is Wendy here?"

"Yeah," Our doomsayer opened a space for us to squeeze through. "She
helping her mother with dinner. Wait on the couch. I am pissed off,
Rod, but I'm patient enough to hear your story. Tell a good one, and
you can join us. Tell the wrong one, and you'll be first course."

We sat ourselves right down, eager to submit. If we had been dogs, we
would have rolled on our backs. Rod answered, "I'm not going to lie,
sir, but it was a crazy thing. I still don't know what happened, but
this is what I saw and what I did..."

Rodney told a decent version of the fateful morning. As he related the
events, he turned his head to me a couple times, and zapped me with a
critical look, even though he never mentioned me in his tale. He was
remembering just where I stood throughout his ordeal.

"Well, that's probably a load of horseshit, but Wendy believes you,
and I've always found you to be forthright. You know if I catch a
whiff of falsehood, later on, I'll ask the school to expel you." Mr.
Palnasus reached for a tin on the coffee table. "Butter cookie?"

We both accepted. Wendy appeared in the archway to the kitchen, nearly
as upset as her father.

"Dad, mother's being impossible. Oh, hi Rod!" She suddenly beamed at
my bother. Then she resumed pouting at her father. "It's either her or
me, choose."

"I don't want either of you. I never did understand who let women get
into this house. Pest control wants a fortune to remove you both."

"Yes daddy, ...and mom and I already spent your fortune. Get a new
line." Wendy bounced over to Rod and promptly forgot her father. She
flumphed down on my brother's lap.

"Miss me?"

"Excuse me, product of my sin, but you're still grounded lower than
the circle of false prophets."

"Dad, but..."

"Kitchen or bedroom." Mr. Palnasus pointed a finger. "Go!"

This time, Wendy pouted for real. She got herself and her dander up
and stamped out of the room. She didn't return to the kitchen.

"So, for what purpose do we have the pleasure of your visit today?"
The head of the household asked as if he were the guardian of a
temple.

"Uh, we were walking along and smelled the food here?" Rodney tried.

Mr. Palnasus sniffed purposefully. "Yeah, best meat pies on the block.
I'll go see what the hold up is." He exited to the kitchen.

Rodney turned to me. "Take me to your girlfriend...!" He snorted my
words back at me and shook his head. "Little bro, you'd better be the
first meat pie, because I swear I'll eat you before he turns me into
one." My brother had spent too much time in this house, listening to
Wendy's dad.

An hour later, we had seated ourselves around a fairly small kitchen
table. My left elbow brushed against Ms. Palnasus'. Her husband sat on
my right, at the head of the table, and the two infatuants were
allowed to sit side by side. Wendy's father kept a clear view of their
laps, daughter at his immediate right.

"Should we say grace?" Ms. Palnasus asked when she finally sat down.
The entire table had kept quiet until then.

"Sure," The high priest grinned and lifted his eyes heavenward. God,
you've got no reason to listen to sycophants who can't live without
believing in you, so I won't bother pretending, but these two lost
boys probably could use a dose of your brimstone and hellfire. Don't
worry about my daughter. She's already been sold to Satan."

"Daddy!" Wendy complained.

"Hortense, really!" Ms. Palnasus rebuked and lifted a dish. "Potato
salad?"

"Yes, please." I smiled.

Rodney tried to act the adult. "I don't know much about religion, but
if God's listening, I'm sure you made Him laugh."

"Yes, well, pass the gravy son." The father indicated a bowl steaming
in front of my brother.

That thing I told you about, my elbow rubbing Ms. Palnasus. With her
serving dishes across the table in every direction, my arm was
continuously brushed, jostled, patted, and smoothed. I didn't have
enough space between her and her husband to lean clear. Across the
table, Wendy, who wasn't supposed to make eyes with Rod, found me a
target ripe for teasing. She batted her gorgeous eyes and smiled her
seductive smile. I even felt her feet trace my shin once.

I was blushing so hard I failed to notice the erection of one fine
hard-on. Only when I found Wendy looking at me with a total blank did
I jump up and excuse myself from the table. This wasn't what I had
planned. A quick glance to my left found the mother in a similar
confusion.

"Excuse you, son?" Mr. Palnasus raised his voice. "We just started to
eat, and we all watched you take your business to the bathroom a few
minutes before the chow bell rang. No adolescent food critic is going
to insult my wife's cooking. Drop right back down there and sit polite
until the rest of us are finished. Whether you eat or not is your
business, but you will keep our company."

I was given no option. I think I remained standing for a couple
seconds and stuttered something that resembled an argument...

"Now!" Somehow, respectable fathers are able to yell without raising
their voices.

My legs gave way without my consent, and my butt slammed into the
hard, wooden seat. Unfortunately, my prick didn't wilt in a similar
manner. It had poked out from inside my loose jeans so far no one at
the table, including my brother, could mistake it.

A hand reached out and firmly grasp my left thigh. Ms. Palnasus stared
at me. I tried to halt her progress below with both of my hands.

"What in heaven's name?" Mr. Palnasus queried his daughter. Her eyes
were desperately burning at her father. He slapped at what must have
been a similar hand under the other side of the table. Immediately,
Wendy turned around and grabbed Rodney in a hug.

"Oh God, I love you so, Roddy."

Ms. Palnasus used her left hand to turn my head, and she planted a wet
kiss on my lips. I could feel her tongue digging past them. The hand
in my lap rushed through my defenses, having successfully distracted
me. It gripped my boner urgently. The immediate future was about to
melt down like a nuclear reactor.

"Rosette!!" Mr. Palnasus exclaimed.

"Wendy, please, not in front of your father!" Rodney was knocked over
by a feather. His girlfriend leaned hard against him and unseated them
both. They crashed to the floor. Wendy quickly assumed the top
position.

"Oh baby, I need you in my cunt, right now!"

Her mother used both of her hands to try and unleash the devil in my
pants. Her kiss continued to glue me to my seat.

Now it was the father's turn to jump up out of his seat. "What is
this, a joke? Some kind of prank? Hello!!!" But the madness continued.

Shock disarmed me. Mrs. Palnasus was able to free my cock with a quick
unsnap and unzip. Her hands melted into my flesh. I could feel the
eagerness in her fingers.

Rodney was perfectly stunned, Wendy pulled her dress up to her waist
and placed his hands on the stretch band of her panties. "Tear them
off!" She demanded.

Mr. Palnasus was so befuddled, he stood for nearly a count of ten.

Suddenly, a volcano exploded in the room.

"Well...  I... NEVER!!!" The father shouted and stomped away. I think
I heard the front door open.

"No, wait, Mr. Palnasus, please, HELP!" My brother yelled after him.

I was jolted from my delirium. I had to do something. I couldn't think
of anything except the woman firmly massaging my cock.

"Suck on my tits." She begged as she continued to kiss me.

Rodney managed his own escape rather quickly, once he collected
himself and realized the situation. Two prior experiences were quite
enough to aid his muster. He was a head taller than Wendy and nearly
twice her weight. He simply lifted her up as he regained his feet and
set her down. She hugged him with all her might, throughout.

"I need your cock. I need it." She whined.

One hopeful note sang inside my dick as I felt myself ready to cum.
Just a few more seconds of Ms. Palnasus' jacking and kissing would
release us all.

I didn't get the chance.

Without warning, shocking cold water flooded the room and soaked us
from the direction of the front door. "If you're going to act like
dogs, I'll treat you like dogs." Mr. Palnasus hollered, directing a
torrent from the garden hose in his hands.

Everybody was stunned afresh. All activities froze. My cock withered.
Rodney tried to shield Wendy from the water. Ms. Palnasus shouted, "Oh
my God!" straight into my ear.

Cold water shot into the kitchen for nearly a minute before Mr.
Palnasus released the trigger.

"Boys, I think you'd best leave." Was all he said to us, was all he
needed to say. We cleared past him in almost three heartbeats. I took
four to stuff and seal my business back inside my pants as I ran. The
front door nearly smacked my butt behind us. The last rays of sun
threw a chill into both of us. I shivered and tried to compose myself.

"Dear brother, I thought we were dead for sure."

Rodney stood as white as a white boy and stared at me. "What kind of
freak are you?" I didn't see his tears but he trembled like he was
about to collapse.

"Rodney..."

"Our mother! You... and my girlfriend. Ms. Palnasus. Oh dear God, our
sisters, you made our sisters play with themselves! I should... I-I
have to stop you..." He stumbled towards me.

To this day I don't know what my brother might have done. I turned and
ran. The one and only strong and loyal person in my life suddenly
acted as if he wanted to kill me. His fear and outrage poisoned my
head as I ran home. "What am I?" I begged. Maybe I was evil. Maybe the
world was about to end. Nobody should have powers like me. All I know
is, he didn't follow. I ran and ran until I was coughing for air and
my legs felt like fire. I wasn't thinking at all else I might have
imagined what would happen when I reached home. Mother had lived with
the same news all afternoon, and she had been my deliberate victim.

- Chapter 6 -


Nightfall concluded as I approached the only place my soul had ever
rested. I reached for the doorknob, and it's cold metal shocked me.
Mom. She was inside, waiting. Time ceased to flow for me, but I could
feel the universe spinning around my grip on the round handle. Insect
dots hung about the porch light. My eyes flew out of my head and
looked around 360 degrees. Darkness had surrounded the porch. Yellow
street lamps lent a wicked color to the black tarmac. It could have
been a dream. Because when I dream of that moment, I remember the
question that changed. It didn't matter what I was. I needed to know
who I was. No, I needed to decide who I was. Then I remembered.

"Mind yourself child, or you'll grow up minding others!" That had been
a dream. This was true, me, standing between the light and the dark
afraid to go inside and afraid of what hunted out in the darkness. I
had to grow up.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Every light in the house blazed.

"Mother?" I asked loudly. I explored the house slowly.

"Mommie's in her room." Little Shell found me first. She turned the
corner of the hallway and looked as if she had been left alone in the
house.

"Where's Lynn?"

"In our room, sleeping." She pouted like the nine year old she was.
"I'm hungry."

"Let's fix you a sandwich." I hugged my little sister and shepherded
her to the kitchen. For the first time in my life she didn't seem like
an annoying brat. She trusted me.

"Can I have ham?"

"Sure little sister." I pulled a party platter from the 'fridge.
Lettuce, mustard, and a bright red tomato filled two slices of white
bread. I opened a bag of chips and poured a few next to the sandwich
on a paper plate. She carried the plate to the kitchen table and
sighed happily before munching hungrily.

"What are you going to do to her?" My mother watched me from the
kitchen entrance. In her bare feet and loose robe, she hadn't made a
sound.

"I'm going to fuck her." I met my mother's eyes. "When she's ready."

My mother had been crying. Her eyes were red, and she looked like
she'd been dragged through hell. The tow line had been my erect prick.

"Mom, I don't know anything about this freaky thing my body does, but
I can't ignore it. Maybe it has a purpose. Maybe it's wrong, evil. But
I'm a fourteen year old boy with the desires of a normal kid. The
thing I do believe about it, is, it's a natural occurrence."

"That's ridiculous! Nobody can control the desires of others."

"A fat, lumbering caterpillar grub turning into a butterfly is
ridiculous. Almost every animal in nature is called to sex. Maybe,
once, long ago, women went into heat just like horses and dogs. Maybe
I'm one of the freaks of nature who happened to reestablish that
ancient trigger."

"That sounds like a load of new age foolishness." Mother glanced at
her daughter. The food distracted the little girl from our confusing
discussion.

"It's either that or God, mother. Are you telling me you suddenly
decided to believe in God?"

"Jules, I know I never took this family to church, but that doesn't
mean I don't believe in God."

"Then what do you believe?"

"I believe my children are in danger, but I'm not about to let you
become that danger."

"I know mom. I don't want to hurt anyone. You have to believe me."

"I-I just don't know what to do." She choked on her words. Tears
seeped into the corners of her eyes, and she turned away.

Shell looked up at me. She had almost finished her sandwich. "What's
fuck?"

"I walked over to my mom and took her in my arms."

"It's going to be okay." I told her.

She tucked her head into the crook of my neck. She didn't have to do
that. I was barely tall enough to accommodate her comfortably. At
first I didn't notice how softly her breasts brushed against my chest.

"Oh Jules, I-I felt so..." She started to tell me something about her
earlier experience.

My hands found themselves on her hips. They rocked ever so slowly
inside my reach, and I realized what was happening. The mother who
gave me life was turning me on. My cock went from fretful to hopeful
in the span of a few hugs. Blood from my body filled it.

Mom planted a long, wet kiss on my neck. "I-I feel so..."

"Mom, you're coming with me before Shell feels it." I guided her out
of the kitchen, through our living room, up the stairs, to her bedroom
door. She clung tighter and tighter to my body. Before I could turn
the knob, she was clutching my erect cock and mewing like a kitten.

Already, I was trying to focus my thoughts. It wasn't difficult. Here
I was, living a fantasy I had dreamed of for the last two years. I
imagined her hands running inside my shirt, and the woman in my arms
obeyed. I opened her door and led her within. I shut it behind us and
clicked the lock.

"Get on your knees mother." I thought it as I said it.

"Yes, honey." I felt her drop down, her arms lingering on my torso.

I backed away from her and sat on the edge of her bed. I just looked
at my mother and imagined running my hands beneath her brassier. I
pulled my shirt over my head.

"Unbutton your blouse."

She fumbled awkwardly with her buttons. Her hands kept fondling her
tits and pinching her nipples through the soft material while she
unfastened each pearlescent dollop. She breathed deeply, and her hands
and face both blushed.

"Take off your bra, mom."

"Jules, I-I'm afraid." Her sensibilities fought back. A mother wasn't
supposed to do this with her son. Her hands, however, never left her
breasts. They struggled between touching herself and following my
orders. Her left hand slipped off the right bra strap as her right
hand cupped and swirled her right tit. Then her left hand embraced her
left titty and her right hand reached up to her left strap.

With both bra straps over her shoulders, she simultaneously shrugged,
wriggled, and pulled her breasts out of their full sized cups. She
dragged her bra all the way down to her waistband. I watched in
amazement as her bountiful juggs swayed and jiggled from her
movements.

I kept imagining her playing with her tits, and her hands quickly
returned to fulfill that need. Finally, her breasts were free to grasp
and maul. Her mouth opened wide enough to release her snaking tongue.
She leaned her head down to lick her tits. Her hands pushed them into
her face, and she bounced from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking
each one. I sat in awe of her intensity, a reflection of my intensity.
Then her fingers dug into her tits. She started pinching them so hard
and yelping in pain I was afraid she'd injure them. I had to ease back
on my fantasy.

I looked down at the rug and contemplated my next move. Fortunately,
my power isn't like a light switch, instantly on or off. It ramps up
and down, gently, like my erection. I didn't mind getting a little
soft as I mustered the courage to take the next step. I fiddled with
my shoe laces and loosened the tongues. My hands pushed each one off
of it's foot, and only then did I look back at my mother.

Her hands had dropped to her sides and she looked a little confused.
Her eyes searched for some reason for her actions, but she knew. She
was trying to decide if she should stand up. Her eyes cleared again as
I refocused on her tits. "Bring them over to me, mother."

I noticed she bit her lip and looked pensive, but her legs never
faulted. Six quick baby steps on her knees led her directly before me.
My mother smelled like a flowering window box soaked with fresh rain.
Her breasts were so beautiful, I had to swallow to keep my heart from
leaping clear of my throat. How could dark, pointed, round nipples
standing on pink pillows of fat cause me so much excitement? They were
my mother's, and they were the same breasts I tasted in my first years
of life. I slid off the bed, down upon my own knees and engulfed my
mother's tit as if I were still that original child. Her cool belly
brushed gently against my bare chest as I milked her. My own nipples
tensed with delight.

"Oh, honey, why am I doing this? I shouldn't be doing this with my
son. I shouldn't be letting you suck on my pretty tits, but I have to
let you. It feels... necessary." She took my head in her hands and
pressed me to suck her other nipple. That breast filled my mouth with
its smooth plumpness until my cock ached.

My body readied to cum. I was so inexperienced and so horny it readied
to betray my building fantasy. I didn't know anything about premature
ejaculation, but I knew I didn't want to learn. I sensed that I had
finally begun to control my power. I could make my mother do anything
I desired, but my desires were so strong my body wasn't able to cope
with them. Once more, I had to learn to control myself. I opened my
jaws and freed my mother's tits from their grasp.

 "Step back a second, mom." 

She complied, dreamily. I rested my head on her shoulder, and simply
hugged her. Our embrace continued to stimulate my straining dick, but
less than when I was sucking her two nourishing mounds. I held her and
thought only of warming her heart. I listened to her breath next to my
ear. Her exhale was so hot and wet I shivered with expectation. I
didn't know how long I could last, trying not to accomplish too much
too quickly. She spoke.

"The first time I felt your power, every cell in my brain was shouting
to be fucked, but tonight I know just what I want, and the rest of me
is simply watching. I-I know it's my duty to stop this, but I can't
help myself." Later, she told me she felt eager to do everything we
were doing, but at the same time she was really disturbed that it was
happening with her youngest son.

 Something about her sincerity provoked me all over again. My cock
shuddered with new life, and I wanted to tear into her skirt and stuff
hard prick meat into her body. I lost focus. Images of fucking and
sucking and cornholing my mother attacked me from every direction,
from the floor, from the bed, in the closet, out in the hall with Lynn
and Shell watching.

Mother suddenly growled and grabbed my jeans. She tugged their button
hard enough to unsnap it and jam the zipper. I would have cum in my
pants if she had undressed me so quickly. The jam put a cork in my
imagination. Mother took a breath and tried again, pulling down the
zipper and revealing my underpants.

"I've got to have it!" Mother shouted and hoisted me to my feet.

In a flash she dragged my shorts down and gobbled up my cock. I had to
grab her head for balance. My fingers snared her long locks. She
pushed into me, and I barely kept on my feet. Her mouth inhaled my
dick, and her tongue slathered spit all over it.

"Momma, oh momma!" I groaned. I knew I had lost my concentration, but
her mouth felt so good. My cock had never felt anything as slick and
as hot as my mother's mouth. I tried very hard to simply feel the
electricity pulsing into me with her every lave. My thoughts focused
themselves. Mouth on dick. Mother was sucking her son's rampant dick.
Her mouth stretched inside from my boner, and she gulped in the back
of her gullet and stimulated me more.

I came like a jet engine firing up. My cum shot out of my balls and
raced up my prick. Blasts of hot juice poured into the back of my
mother's mouth. Each shot echoed in my head like a cannon. I closed my
eyes and watched flashes of fire explode inside my skull. More cum
spewed forth. I had never spilled so much before. Her gulps were
barely able to catch it. Cum leaked out of the right corner of her
lips. She never stopped sucking me, still moaning with need.

I fell back onto the bed and let her continue sucking. I couldn't
think of anything except replaying the loop of intense joy she had
given me. Her mouth pumped my cock for another two minutes before I
grew limp. Each minute was ten of sheer bliss.

I heard her speak. She had stopped sucking on me, but she remained
kneeling at my feet.

"Never do this to your sisters." I could barely hear her. Her voice
was ragged from her exertion. She started crying. "Jules, I don't know
what to do." She hung her head and wept on my knee.

"You have to help me mother. I'm only a child, your son. I may sound
brave, but I'm afraid. I tried to control it, but it was so intense, I
couldn't keep my head."

Mother looked up at me, cheeks flush and damp. Her mouth broke a grin,
and she laughed. "I-I did." She allowed herself that laugh and let it
grow for a moment, meeting my eyes with an unexpected sparkle. I was
too pooped from my orgasm to react. I managed to stroke her long,
brown hair.

"Oh honey, I can't help you with this. My heart is breaking. I love
you, but I hate your power. It's beyond all reason. My life is based
on understanding the world and shaping it the way I want. The last
couple nights forced me to realize my own son can shape me anyway he
chooses."

"But If I don't choose," I interrupted her. "You'll go mad." I told
her about how I have to focus my power or it causes uncontrolled lust.
She listened patiently. I found myself staring at her bare tits.
Neither of us had remembered them until the vapor in my head cleared.
Her breasts were two pillows so soft they hung a bit. Her nipples were
large and very dark compared to her off-pink flesh. I forgot what I
was saying and wished I could touch them.

"Jules," She said firmly. "stop that. Think about dull things. You'll
excite yourself again." Mother began inserting her tits back into her
bra and close her blouse. She was too late.

I could feel new blood rushing back into my prick. I simply leaned
over and kissed my mother on her forehead. She looked up from her task
to glare at me, and I kissed her on her lips. My cock began throbbing.

Mother's eyes grew large and she tried covering her tits with her arms
and holding on to her blouse for grip. Springing to her feet, she
backed away. "I can't take this!" She cried.

But my cock was already full. Her eyes lost their purpose and her arms
weakened. I was very precise with my thoughts.

"How can this be? You're just looking at me, but I can almost hear
what you're thinking. I have to take off my clothes. Please Jules,
don't make me undress in front of you. You're my son."

"Unzip your skirt." Mother wasn't the only one under the power of my
cock. Now that I had fucked my mother's mouth. I wasn't going to enjoy
my second boner the same way.

She tried to turn away and run out the door, but she didn't even make
it to profile. Her arms fells at her sides and her bloused opened. One
of her tits was still bare. I reached out my hand.

Mother looked away, but she stepped closer. Her hands were busy with
her skirt. It only took her a second to push them over her hips.
"Please Jules, I beg you. Let me go."

When she stepped close enough, I touched her nipple. It sprang erect.
My fingers closed around my mother's soft flesh, and I pushed my palm
gently into it. I watched her push her skirt down to her feet. My gaze
locked onto her control top girdle. Mother wasn't a heavy woman, but
she was very womanly shaped. Her hips were wider than my thighs, and
when she moved close enough I could hug her waist.

My arms encircled her. I said, "Take off your shirt and bra." I
imagined her doing just that. I pressed the side of my face into her
belly as I hugged and sniffed her loins. She was ripe with heat and
musk. I didn't like her smell at first, but I wasn't planning on
putting my face any closer. Her bra fell on my naked back.

"You have to let mommy go, so she can take off her undies." She spoke
darkly this time, full of breath.

I concentrated on her girdle and her stockings and her panties, one at
a time. I released her hips and scooted back on my mother's bed. I
watched her slowly unroll each garment. First she peeled her girdle
off like a thick rubber band rolled down a shapely newspaper. Then she
palmed the tops of her nylons and rolled them into donuts down the
length of her statuesque legs. She leaned over gracefully, and I could
see her rear, a tantalizing moon of full glory. When the tops of her
stockings rolled to her ankles she quickly pulled one off of her foot
then the other. She raised and grasp her panties. I might have enjoyed
a slow strip tease more, but when her cunt hair, brown and thick,
piled out I forgot her panties and looked directly at her pussy. It
was magnificent!

The hair might have belonged to a black woman. It kinked like slim
lathe curls, but her hair was so fine it looked like an airbrushing
hiding the cleft in her hips. I could make out just the ends of her
thick labia, but no more of her cunt could I see. Mother stumbled and
crashed to the bed. I rolled away just in time. With my thoughts now
on her cunt, I had forgotten to maintain my thoughts on her underwear.
Mother stopped disrobing with her panties at her ankles. When her sex
fogged mind re-targeted her loins, her weight shifted and she tripped
and fell.

"Oh, I'm burning up inside!" She moaned. Both her hands had found
cunt, and they dug frantically between her legs. She looked around for
me. "Come help me with my fire, Jules!"

"Yes mother." I answered instantly. But she lie on the bed behind me,
and I had to scramble to face her. I might have lost my erection at my
sudden comic mistake, but when I saw her naked length, her tits
rolling as she panted, and her elbows quivering. I rushed to kiss her.
My own mind solidified its resolve. I would have my mother.

Her face turned at my lip's caress. "I'm going mad, son." 

I saw new tears in her eyes.

"Help me out of this. Please!"

"I'll help you mother. I'll help. Open your knees and let me in."

"No, please."

I crawled on top of her and my left hand grabbed a tit. I sucked the
nipple of her other breast, and I massaged them while I straddled her.
I concentrated every thought on her furry cunt. I imagine my dick
hewing into her flesh. I was rampant with desire.

I felt her legs kicking, and for a second I wondered if she was
fighting it, until I heard her kick off her panties. Then my mother
spread her legs like a Japanese picture fan. I rushed to her center. I
hugged my arms around her waist and I brought my cock into position.

"Fuck me son! Ohh, I can't refuse you." Her hand grabbed my turgid
shaft and she pulled on it, straight into her cunt! She was so wet, I
barely felt myself enter, until my cock was surrounded by smooth,
liquid heat.

"Aaahhhh, ooohh, yes." Mother cooed. Her hands gripped my asscheeks
and dug in. I yelped. 'Fuck me honey. You can do it, for momma."

Needing no further urging my body lunged into her. I felt my cock hit
its limit and I withdrew, without timing or rhythm I thrust my dick
into my mother's pussy and pulled out again. Each motion sent shivers
through my body. My mind tried to wander, but I was adamant. I
couldn't slip up now.

I was fucking my mother. I started a beat with my hips pushing into my
mother's body and pulling out and then repeating. I lay my cheeks on
her breasts and concentrated. I could hear my mom's heart beat.

"I need you to fuck me so bad. You shouldn't be doing this. We
mustn't." Her words were at odds with each other, but mother wasn't
confused, far from it. I later learned, when I concentrated on my
fantasies, my subjects were freer to be themselves. My ability acts
like a radio transmitter. If I let the frequency drift all over the
spectrum it causes interference, noise. Women are overwhelmed with
sensation. But when I stay focused, they can think quite clearly while
they obey me. I don't control their minds so much as direct them, the
clearer the directions, the clearer their own thoughts.

"God, you're driving me wild!" Mother pushed back at my motions,
impaling herself deeper upon my cock. I thought  my brain was about to
melt and puddle in the back of my mouth.

"Mother, forget about everything. Just fuck me."

"I am fucking you, my son, my filthy, sick son. Your cock is in my
cunt, and your mind is in my head. It's all clear to me what kind of
son I have."

"What?"

"Motherfucker!" She reared up on from underneath and began to yell.
"Oh god, I'm cuummmmminnng!!!" her body shook and erupted like a
guttering torch snapped to full fuel. "OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!!!!!"

I wasn't quite there, but her shouts pushed me to the edge. "Yes
mother, cum! You'll love it. You'll always love me fucking you. I know
it." I cried back and let my mom heave our bodies in unison. My cock
was about to explode.

Her own climax waned, new spasms shaking her less and less. I pumped
my seven inches for all they were worth, and mother moaned beneath me.
I couldn't hold out any longer. I pressed myself deep and my body
erupted. I felt the collapsing wave of my lust crash through my
skeleton, and my loins blasted jet after jet of hot sperm into my
mother's cunt. It filled her up and spilt back out around my dick. I
was yelling at my mom, telling her to fuck me harder. I beat her arms
with my fists and I bit into her left tit. She yelped but barely
moved. Her own orgasms swept her brain of all harm. My balls were the
last things to move, lurching a few final pools of cum into the spread
fuck box I called my mother.

We rested for a few seconds, and I felt my dick wilting inside her. I
didn't not consider the aftermath. I laid, eyes closed, along the
length of her sturdy body. She began to wriggle. I must have weighed
more than she had guessed. Instead of relaxing or trying slightly
harder, she reached up and shoved my shoulder and she twisted her
naked figure roughly. I fell beside her, and I blinked.

"Huh?" My mind was barely aware of our circumstances. Mother
established them with two words.

"Get out! Get out of my house!" She yelled at me. My eyes flew open,
and I saw her, livid. Her cheeks ran with tears, and her eyes were
frightful. She opened her mouth again, but she didn't need to repeat
herself. She spoke wordlessly. "YEAAHHHGGG!!"

I spun on the bed and fell to the floor. Instantly, I was on my feet.
Mother scrambled to the edge of her bed and glared. "I hate you!"

"Tell me that in the morning." I managed to say, backing away and
fleeing her room. I heard her door slam behind me right when I reached
mine.




to be continued... next week.

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