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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part 39" (mc, F/m, incest)
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Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 06:10:01 -0500
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TEACHER - PART THIRTY-NINE

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	"My mind to your mind, my thoughts to your thoughts,
what's the fucking answer to question three?"  There
was no answer.  Cory pressed his fingertips against
his temple and forehead with more pressure and
repeated the statement, adding a few facial ticks and
eye movements for good measure.  He got the same
result.  He really hadn't expected any.  The Vulcan
Mind Meld would be wicked if it was for real, but it
was just an idea in an old television series. 
Besides, Spock would never have said fuck and in the
tv shows he had to touch the other guy's head.  It
would look a little suspicious if he got out of his
desk and went up to Goosey Gilles and put his hands on
his forehead and said what he'd just said.  Actually,
that was funny, and he couldn't suppress the giggle.
	Those sitting closest to him glanced at him
curiously.  Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. 
That was what his great-grandfather had often written
in his Journal, which he'd gotten to reading every
night before bed.  Besides, he was fucking desperate. 
He hadn't studied for the exam.  Hell, it was the
weekend and he'd had things to do.  Besides, whoever
heard of studying on the weekend?  Well, besides
Wilbur Thornton who never heard of not studying, or
Dominic Halder who was eager to please everyone and
anyone, even a pompous, kid-hating asshole like Goosey
Gilles.
	Julius had always been a total asshole, but he'd been
even more so ever since they'd returned to school
after Christmas.  Someone had said Santa mustn't have
given him what he wanted for Christmas, and someone
else suggested maybe it was his wife who wasn't giving
him what he wanted, and Anthony said maybe it was
Mister Millburne who wasn't putting out, which gave
everyone a great laugh.  Actually, the conversation
gave Cory a strange feeling considering that he knew
Antoinette wasn't giving her husband any because she
only wanted to give it to him, which was fine in that
her husband didn't want it anyway, and wasn't worthy
of what she had to offer besides.  Actually, why he
was behaving like such a cunt was a mystery to Cory. 
Goosey had everything that he could possibly want. 
His wife had gotten them a puppy for Christmas, which
meant he could get his ass dog fucked any day and any
time he wanted, and from the afternoon he and Anthony
had spent with Goosey and his nephew Benji, there was
no doubt the man loved getting it on with dogs, and
that Rocky, his new pet Rottweiler, had no problems
with getting it on with a man.  Well, he didn't with a
boy anyway.
	Cory had to smile as he thought back how Rocky had
squirmed out from under Julius upon seeing Anthony's
rump and had leaped on him and begun humping.  He'd
had a great time teasing Anthony afterward, telling
him he had such an attractive ass even dogs couldn't
resist fucking it, and asking if he was going to offer
to take Lad for his daily walk for Terry now that
Goosey had his own dog to be a bitch for.  When
Anthony had replied "don't knock it if you haven't
tried it" he had smiled but Cory had sensed that his
best friend was embarrassed despite having obviously
liked it.  He could understand that.  It had to be
sort of demeaning to be fucked by a dog, especially
with him watching them.  After all, that had been the
whole point of using his headband to plant the idea
and desire for Goosey to let Lad fuck him in the first
place.
	That brought his mind back to Goosey.  Thanks to the
headband, he loved being a dog's bitch, and he now had
now two dogs he could be a bitch for, which should
make him happy.  Also thanks to the headband he loved
eating shit and drinking piss, and Bob Moser and Lane
and Spence Spudder were making sure he was getting his
fill of both, besides getting a good fucking if Lad
wasn't around.  And, speaking of fucking, his wife was
a happy, bubbly expectant mom that had turned to
baking to keep herself happy and her and her unborn
child well fed, along with her whole family.  Goosey
had to appreciate that, and from the weight he was
gaining, he evidently was not turning it down. 
Annette had to appreciate the extra food for her own
baby too, and Julius had to be happy knowing he was
going to be the grandfather to a healthy little black
child in another five months.  On top of that, he had
to know his son Anton was following in his footsteps,
spending all his time in the can at school and in the
mall looking for cock, and was becoming a very adept
bottom boy eager to please men and boys alike.  So
with all this to be happy for, why give a fucking exam
on a Monday, and in physical education of all
subjects?
	"Because in the real world nobody gets a break just
because it's a Monday, especially teachers, and the
sooner students learn what real life is about the
better it will be for them.  Besides, I hate Mondays. 
For one it means there's another week ahead of doing a
job I hate doing, and for another, it means having to
try to educate a bunch of worthless, spoiled brats for
another five days.  So why should students enjoy
Mondays?  And physical education is just as important
a subject as any other so why shouldn't it have pen
and paper exams?"
	Cory stared at Julius.  The thought was as clear and
loud as if the man had spoken to him.  But he hadn't. 
He was sitting there staring at the exam paper on his
desk as if totally lost in thought.
	"The answer to question three is?" he thought.
	Silence.  Fuck!  Had he just imagined Julius's answer
to why he was giving an exam, or had he actually heard
it, like read it in his mind or whatever?  What had he
been doing when he'd gotten the thought?  Where had
his fingers been?  He put his fingers back where he'd
had them on his temple and forehead.  He concentrated.
 Nothing.  Maybe he'd been touching the headband. 
Nothing.  Fuck!  Evidently there was no connection
between Druids and Vulcans.  He calmed himself and
tried to recall exactly what he'd been doing and
thinking.  Emotions worked.  He knew that now, that
connecting a thought and an emotion allowed him to
send suggestions a lot easier and for them to be
integrated in the other person's mind.  He also knew
high emotion could put a person in a total trance
where he could get a person to totally do whatever he
suggested.  That was not what he was trying to do now
though.  He was trying to read Julius's mind.
	When the message had come through, he'd just been
sitting there thinking and wondering, thinking about
Goosey and all the things he had to be happy for and
wondering why he was being such an ass and why he
hated kids so much, especially boys.  He inhaled and
exhaled deeply and focussed on wondering stuff as he
stared at Goosey like why he didn't like boys.
	"I like boys, but desiring carnal relationships with
boys is wrong.  It's a filthy, degenerate perversion,
one of Satan's infinite temptations."  The image of a
teenager that sort of looked like Julian sitting in a
church pew with a red-faced minister ranting up at the
altar flashed through Cory's mind.  "Besides, it's a
hated practice in our society and almost every society
in the modern world, so hated it's considered one of
the worst crimes a man can commit, up there with
murder and rape.  Better to be hated by students as a
teacher than to yield to temptation."
	That made no sense at all and was totally confusing
but he'd have to think about that later.  Whatever he
was doing he was doing it right.  But how to relate
it?  He had to be quick.  Giving exams on a Monday
with tough questions like number three is sure to make
a teacher hated.
	"The volleyball court is 29.5 by 59 feet divided into
two equal sides by a net."
	And four.
	"The height of the net for men is 7 feet 11 and 5/8
inches."
	Five.
	"The ball must be returned over the net after three
hits"
	Six.  He was on a fucking roll!
	"A player must not hit the ball twice in succession."
	Nineteen.
	"Back row players may spike if their takeoff is
behind the three-metre attack zone."
	And twenty.
	"A tip or placement is a lightly hit ball deflected
or dropped onto the court of the opponent team."
	"Cory?  Cory?  Hey, Cory?"
	"Huh?"
	"What did you think of the phys ed exam?"
	"Oh.  It was breeze.  I aced it."
	"Cha-ching!"
	"For sure," Cory said, high-fiving with Dominic
without thinking.
	It was an automatic response for both boys.  Dominic
winced with pain.  "You were thinking about Saturday,
weren't you?"  Before Cory could say he'd been trying
to figure out just what exactly had happened in their
physical education class and the things he'd "heard"
besides the answers he was seeking, Dominic continued.
 "Don't beat yourself up about it.  You had nothing to
do with it.  Besides, how could anyone know my father
would come home early?"    
  	Cory felt extremely bad for Dominic, and though
Dominic didn't know it and would certainly disagree,
he was sort of the reason Dominic had gotten the
beating he'd gotten.  Cory ached for him as badly as
if he'd been beaten himself.  Hell, when he'd
confronted his conceited, bossy witch of a sister last
Friday all he was trying to do was to stop her from
bullying and hurting her kid brother and from trying
to find out about him and Kenneth Ballard.  When he'd
used his headband to connect ideas and feelings of
getting horny as fuck and needing Dominic to get her
off whenever she thought of spanking him or hurting
him, it had seemed funny at the time, especially
planting the need to get fucked by him.
	Hey, he hadn't had that much time to think of
something better, and besides, to his
thirteen-year-old mind it was an appropriate revenge. 
How was he to know the witch would be so stupid as to
do it at a time where the two of them would get caught
by their father?  Mind you the look on Dominic's
father's face and on hers in the cam recording when
he'd walked in and found his darling
seventeen-year-old daughter with her legs spread and
groaning and gasping with an orgasm was priceless, and
certainly was just punishment for both him and her
considering how mean they were to poor Dominic.
	What had been caught on tape afterward had totally
sickened him, and after he'd gotten over his shock, he
wanted to phone Billy Dean and have a contract put out
on John Halder to give him a beating ten times what
he'd given his son.  Billy could do it.  He had
connections.  He still might ask Billy to do it. 
Dominic didn't know about the tapes, nor that Cory
knew about the beating.  When he'd dropped by
Dominic's on Sunday to ask how things were going,
Dominic had told him that his father had caught them
but that was all, and he'd said he'd accidentally run
into the door frame, and was so dizzy from hitting his
head he'd fallen down the stairs.  Dominic was a
terrible liar, and he hadn't believed a word of it,
and had suspected right off that the black eye and
swollen lip was Nicole's doing.  He certainly had not
expected to see what he'd found on the tape he'd
retrieved from Nicole's bedroom and that he'd thought
was going to be a hilarious video to jerk off to. 
	The witch had put the total blame on Dominic too,
telling her father after he'd cleaned Dominic up and
put him to bed that he'd forced himself on her.  That
was on the tape too.  Yeah, right, a thirteen-year-old
boy who was the smallest boy of all the grade eight
students at Lincoln Junior High and most of the grade
sevens and as willing and eager to please others as he
was, being a rapist!  Of course his father had totally
believed her.  Now not only did he totally ignore
Dominic, but he totally hated him too.
	Not only that, Dominic had said his father had called
in their minister to put the fear of God in him and
brainwash him with Catholic morality, which was funny
in a sick sort of way considering the wild orgy Father
Henry had in the park three weeks earlier, including
some hot sex with Dominic himself.  It would have been
funny, except Father Henry had been racked with guilt
and repenting ever since that day, and his ranting
about immorality had doubled in intensity and
frequency as he lashed out at everyone and everything
in his attempt to absolve himself of his sin.  Cory
realized that he was, in an even more direct way, also
responsible for the priest's current behaviour.
	Sadly, he'd learned that the same sort of thing had
happened to young Jonah.  Jonah's father, mortified by
his behaviour that same afternoon like Father Henry,
had been bent on repentance ever since, certain that
Satan had been responsible for his behaviour.  Of
course he had included Jonah in that repentance, which
involved beating the devil out of him with a willow
branch at the slightest provocation and hours of
prayer seeking forgiveness every day.  Cory's attempts
to approach the two ministers and plant other ideas in
their heads had come to naught and had only seemed to
make them worse.  He'd come a long way in using his
great-grandfather's headband thanks to his
great-grandfather's Journal and the information Ben
had found on mind control, but he wasn't that good, or
else the band wasn't that powerful, one or the other.
	Speaking of Ben, he was in deep shit too.  Ever since
the incident with Ashley's panties for which they
blamed him for being a bad influence on Ben, they'd
forbidden Ben to see him.  Of course that was sort of
dumb in that they couldn't stop the two of them from
seeing each other at school, and in the evenings and
on weekends they had Emailed each other and chatted by
computer for hours.  He felt bad for Ben knowing he
had nothing to do with the panties bit but had been
judged guilty by his parents and the teachers at the
school while Ashley had gotten off Scott free, and he
hated Ben's parents for not believing their own son
and for keeping the two of them apart, not just for
his own selfish reasons but because Ben had next to no
friends as it was and he felt bad for him. 
Unfortunately, he couldn't even get near his parents
to try to use the headband to change their minds,
which from his lack of success with Father Henry and
Pastor Winthrop he was beginning to doubt would work
anyway.  To make things even worse, Ben had felt sorry
that his parents had unjustly blamed him for what was
all Ashley's doing, and racked with guilt over their
actions he had gone crazy trying to find information
for him about mind control and anything related to it,
like the latest, mind reading.
	That was what he'd spent most of his time Sunday on,
reading the sites Ben had found and Emailed him.  The
one on telepathy, quantum mechanics and string theory
he didn't understand at all and had to have Ben
explain it to him step by step over the chat line, but
even then it was sort of a mystery.  Okay, it was a
fucking big mystery.  The www.psipog.net site was a
lot easier to read and a lot more interesting,
especially the Telepathy manual, but what would you
expect from an article that says "some of this
information could be used to harm yourself or others!"
 That had been the other thing he'd been thinking
about when Dominic had interrupted his thoughts with
the question what he thought about the exam that noon
as he and the gang hung around outside the
Seven-Eleven.
	"What are you doing staring at my girl?  Hey, you! 
Dork!  I'm talking to you!"
	The shove and shouting interrupted his thoughts
again.  It was Nick Dawson, Molly Vicker's boyfriend.
	"I wasn't staring at your girlfriend," Cory replied. 
Actually he probably was but hadn't realized it, his
mind being elsewhere.  "I was just thinking."
	"So, that was why you had such a stunned look on your
face," Nick cracked, causing his closest friends, the
in-crowd of Lincoln Junior High's grade nine's besides
Molly, Trang and Ashley, to laugh.  "Must have been
pretty exciting.  A new experience?"  They all
chuckled again.
	"Very funny," Cory replied with a smile.  "You should
go on television."
	"You think I'm that funny?"
	"No, then I could turn you off."
	"Oh, good one."
	Nick had a rapier wit, and he appreciated those who
could match him, something very few could, which was
one reason he liked Cory, and one reason why he
didn't.  He appreciated his sharp mind, which was more
than just book learning, but he liked to be the star
of the show, so any chance he had to trip Cory up he
used it.  He was very conscious what others thought of
him, and especially Molly, who besides acting very
weird lately was spending less and less time with him.
 Whatever was bothering her she wouldn't share with
him, which he found very difficult to deal with in
that in the past he and she had confessed some of
their deepest and darkest secrets and in their
declaration of their love for each other had sworn to
never keep secrets from each other.  He didn't know
how exactly, but he had a feeling the reason for
Molly's distance had something to do with Cory, and
with mousey Ben Hanson, his favourite mark.  It
certainly couldn't be anything to do with him.
	"So what were you thinking, how Benny here looks in
panties?"  They all laughed again, except Ashley who
looked a little pale and her laugh sounded fake.
	"What about you Benny?  Picked up any pretty panties
lately?"
	Ben stared down at the ground, his long strand of
hair dropping down over his eyes as he turned a bright
red.  He was usually not noticed at all, and at the
moment he wished this was one of the times.
	"You're so funny," Molly gushed, looking up at Nick
with fluttering eyes and admiration like she used to
in the past, a time she secretly longed for again. 
"And they're such losers," she continued, smugly
looking down her nose at Cory and Ben.  It felt good,
and she had not felt good about herself for a long
time.
	"Yeah, even the village idiot would look good beside
them," Nick observed.  "Oh, I forgot, they are the
village idiots."  His ingroup all roared.  He was on a
roll.  "Com'on, we'd better be heading back to
school."  Purposefully pushing Ben aside, he commented
about how chunky he was and how much space he took,
knowing he was too shy to do anything about it, and he
gave Dominic a shove with his elbow, saying he was
such a shrimp on the other hand he hadn't seen him
standing there.
	As the others sauntered past the boys, Trang stopped
and whispered to Ben.  "That was mean of him to bring
that up about the panties, and your weight, Ben. 
Don't you pay him any attention.  I like you, just
like you are."  She squeezed his arm and gave him that
shy, innocent look that Asian girls can, and then
hurried off to join the others.  Ben felt a flush of
warmth as he stared at her compact butt and wondered. 
He knew she was coming on to him in fun, and that once
she'd hooked him again, as she would, for probably the
hundredth time since he'd known her, she'd ridicule
and embarrass him in front of the class.
	Cory glanced at Ben and knew what was going through
his mind.  He wished there was something he could do
to fix Trang for the way she was playing with him,
more than just flashing her goodies at their teachers
and skanky old men like Molly was doing, and that
there was something he could do to fulfill Ben's
fantasies with her at the same time.  Actually, he
really wished he could do something to show Ben his
appreciation for all the research he'd done for him
and to cheer him up, like throw him a party with a
dozen naked, big-busted women like those in Ben's porn
collection and who would let him do whatever he wanted
with their boobs.  The least he could do was at least
offer to give him a blow job or something to make him
feel good.  He'd never had a chance to show him the
videos of Molly and Ashley he'd wanted to with Ben's
parents having refused to allow them to see each
other.
	The thought of the videos reminded him that Billy had
phoned him on Sunday and had told him he had the most
awesome vid of Molly and a friend of hers that Cory
would love to see from the hidden cams in Room 131. 
He wondered what it was and how they'd ended up in
Room 131, and if it would be something he could show
Ben to show him the revenge he had devised on his
behalf.  The first step he had to find some way to get
Ben over to his house.  On the way back to school, he
thought again about what had happened during the exam
that morning and all he'd read that weekend at the
sites Ben had found.
	The first step in mind reading the telepathy manual
had said was to clear your mind, to close your eyes
and block everything out and to just listen.  He'd
done that during the exam now that he thought about
it.  He'd blocked out everything, his classmates, all
the sights and smells and sounds in the room, the
smell of chalk and Fats's lunch and Molly Vicker's
perfume, the Spaz's shuffling and sniffing and the
rustling of exam papers, the pen in his hand,
everything, and he'd listened, listened for Goosey's
answer.  The second step had been to recall your
target, which he realized he'd done too.  He'd thought
about what an asshole Goosey was and all the things he
should be thankful for.  And that was when he'd heard
him or read his mind or whatever, that shit about
really liking boys but carnivals being sinful or
something.  That had been weird and confusing, but
he'd sent a message back, asking about question three,
pinging him the web article had called it, which was
sort of like what he'd learned to do initially with
the headband, way back in September when he'd told his
mom to go frig herself.  Then it had all just flowed,
the rest of the test answers, Goosey's thoughts to his
thoughts, Goosey's mind to his mind.  The telepathy
manual had called it linking or some shit, but he
hadn't had time to read up on that part.  Unexpected
company had arrived and had distracted him.
	His Language Arts class right after lunch was all
about infinitives and participles and shit and he had
to concentrate too hard for him to think about other
things, but toward the end of the lesson in Mrs
Pakorny's history class she gave them a reading
assignment.  As he sat there staring down at his text,
he put his hand up blocking his eyes and closed them
and cleared his mind, blocking out the sounds and
smells around him and the taste of nachos and cheese
still lingering in his mouth.  Slowly opening his eyes
he stared between his fingers at Mrs Pakorny sitting
there at her desk and thought about how much he
enjoyed her classes and how cheerful and positive she
always was.  He didn't have a question to ping her
with so he imagined sending a tendril from his mind, a
wispy, blue-grey wisp of smoke, curling to her,
touching her forehead, sort of like it had said in the
psipog site, scanning they'd called it.  He saw her
smiling but then realized her lips hadn't curled. 
They weren't even moving but she was speaking.
	"I was like that when I was his age, inquisitive,
confident, full of piss and vinegar as daddy used to
tease me.  Those were happy times.  I miss him."  An
image of a very short and chubby man sitting and
laughing with an equally chubby young teenage girl
formed in his mind.  "I wonder why he's looking at me.
 He's a handsome young boy.  Probably wondering what
it is like to be old and fat.  I know they call me Mrs
Porky."  The feelings of hurt and sadness and
loneliness hit Cory like a sucker punch to the gut,
cutting off his concentration.
	"The bell will be ringing in two minutes.  Put your
things away, and don't forget your reports are due
Wednesday.  I'll give you some time tomorrow to do
your title pages and finish up."
	Cory shook his head.  That had been fucking weird. 
As he left the room Mrs Porky-Mrs Pakorny this
is-smiled at him and he smiled back.  Had that been
real, or just his imagination?  Next period was
Computer class with Goosey again.  They were working
on a word processing exercise on how to do columns and
he was walking around giving help, and making sure
they weren't surfing the net for music or cars or porn
or whatever or looking up their Email accounts
instead.  It was a lot harder to clear his mind and to
focus on a moving target.  That was funny.  They
called the person you were sending a message to the
target.  A moving target.  He smiled.  As Julius
paused at his desk and seemed to get a dreamy look on
his face, he quickly concentrated on him.  He had a
quick flash of an image of Julius's brother and a
phone call, and a feeling of fear that the call was
because Benji had revealed their doggy fun.  The call
had been about a soccer tournament coming up and them
getting together after the game.  An image of Julian
flashed in his mind, but this Julian had next to no
cock, and there was a thought wondering if he'd be
happier if he'd been a girl.  Then the image was gone
and Goosey was walking again.  That was even weirder
than with Mrs Pakorny.
	Last period was his Art class with Mister Adrian
Kevin Bone, or Achy (A.K.) Bone as some of his
students referred to him, a handsome, twenty-two year
old teacher fresh out of university who knew a lot
about art but had a lot to learn about students.  They
were doing still life drawing, in this case a bowl of
fruit, which left plenty of opportunity to clear one's
mind and scan.  Accessing Mister Bone's mind proved to
be exceptionally easy if that was what he was actually
doing.  Making sense out of what he "read" was a much
different matter, his mind being bombarded with a
jumble of thoughts and worries about lesson
objectives, teaching methods, finishing the lesson,
keeping students on task, student misbehaviour,
authority, and something that sounded like yah-oh -ee,
all of it seeming like he was being shouted at.
	"So do you think your sister will be causing you any
trouble when you get home?" Cory asked as they headed
to their lockers at the end of the day.
	"I don't know.  Nikki and me will be home alone for
at least an hour before my dad gets home."
	"So how do you feel about fucking her?"
	"It's sortta funny," Dominic replied honestly.  "I'd
much rather be doing stuff with Kenny, but it feels
good, and I can get boned up so it's better than
jerking.  The funny part is that while we're doing it
I can tell she's really digging it, you know, but when
we're done she feels miserable, which is sortta cool
considering how miserable she's always made me feel."
	"Well, if she does give you any trouble, you let me
know and I'll see what I can do about it."  Cory felt
guilty saying that considering how his efforts to help
last Friday had turned out but he had to do something,
and he would.  He just didn't know what yet.
	"I wish you could do something about Kenny's mom."
	"You mean about dragging him off to those meetings?"
	"Well, that, and, well, something else."
	"What?" Cory asked, pausing and looking at Dominic. 
He really looked down.
	"She's been talking about when he graduates this year
about them moving to LA and him going to university to
take law.  She says there's no reason for her to stay
in Riverside when he's finished school."
	"What's Kenny want?"
	"To get a football scholarship and stay right here
and go to the University of California-Riverside
university."
	"Yeah, well, there's four months of school yet. 
Lot's can happen in that time."
	"Yeah, I suppose."  Dominic didn't sound too
optimistic.
	"Will Dominic Halder please report to the principal's
office.  Dominic Halder, report to the principal's
office."  The two boys looked at each other.
	"What's up?"
	"I dunno," Dominic said with a shrug, immediately
wincing with the pain.
	"Want me to come and wait for you?"
	"Naw, that's okay.  I'll see at school tomorrow."
	"Yeah, sure, okay then."
	Cory kicked at a rock on the sidewalk, sending it
clattering into the gutter.   Everything seemed to be
crashing down around him with Dominic worried about
Kenneth Ballard moving away, Dominic's father now
hating him even more than before, his sister feeling
miserable but still mean to him, and Father Henry
feeling guilty and sinful but taking his guilt out on
everyone, including Dominic.  The same thing happening
with Pastor Winthrop and his son Jonah.  Then there
was Ben being punished by his parents, Trang still up
to her games with him, Goosey being even more of
asshole than ever in his misery, and Nick becoming
more of a bully in his attempts to attract Molly's
attention.  And of course there was his upcoming
fatherhood and not knowing what he should do about it.
 And all of it was because of the dumb headband. 
Maybe his great-grandfather had been right.  The
fucking thing was cursed.  Maybe he should bury it
like his great-grandfather had considered doing.
	He just might have done it he was feeling so pissed
off when he got home, but when he arrived he found
they had company, the same surprise company that
they'd had Sunday, Darien and Nat Wilson.  Even though
they had the same last name as he did, they were not
relatives.  When his father had been up in the Sierra
Madre two weeks ago, he'd met Nat, who was the
fifteen-year-old grandson of some guy who owned among
other things a huge paper mill and who was in the
Sierras with his grandson because he was concerned
about the infestation in the forests up there.  Well,
it turned out this Nat was some science geek whose
father was a wildlife photographer and naturalist and
who loved biology and bugs and stuff so he and his
father hit it off like, well, peanut butter and jam,
something else the two of them loved.  His dad had
told him if he was really interested in his work as an
entomologist to drop in some time, and the next day,
the day after he and Ben had the hot night with his
mom, he'd shown up, him and his fraternal twin brother
with their chauffeur in a huge limo.
	Spotting their baby grand, the other twin, Darien,
had asked if he could play it.  Being his mother's
most prised possession and her livelihood, and their
most expensive belonging, she normally did not allow
anyone to touch it, especially since she needed it in
perfect tune, but she was always a sucker for big
brown puppy eyes and he acted so mature and
sophisticated and all she had let him, though she had
hovered over him ready to snatch his fingers away from
the keyboard.  Well, even Cory, who knew a little
about music having an interest himself though more
along the lines of being in a rock band, could tell
the kid was a musical genius.  It was awesome
listening to him play.  When Darien found out his
mother was a composer and had composed a number of
tunes for several Hollywood films including several
Disney films, the two were inseparable.
	Cory hadn't minded the attention his parents had paid
the twins that Sunday, nor the next two Sundays, nor
their obvious infatuation that Monday evening. 
Actually, his parents worked their asses off and were
far too serious as far as he was concerned.  He was
glad to see them taking a break and enjoying
themselves, even if it was to talk about their jobs. 
That would sort of be like him enjoying talking about
school on a weekend.  Parents were just plain weird. 
Still, it was good to hear his mother laughing.  After
the first time he and Dominic had sex with her she'd
been really moody, even moodier than normal which was
a lot.  His dad often said all creative people were
like that.  At times she had seemed really happy, and
other times she was totally depressed like she had a
major problem though she said she didn't when his dad
asked about it.  Then there had been her dead serious
and totally weird questions and weird behaviour the
second time the three of them had sex, and then being
so hyper and happy Sunday morning, like she was a
teenager again, and it was way more than just because
his dad had come home though she had given him a great
blow job.
	His dad had been working way too hard too, and he was
being called away from home more and more often, which
he knew his dad hated, wanting to be with his family. 
Like he'd said, that was the price he and they had to
pay for being so good at what he did.  His dad was
dedicated to his work.  He also knew that some of the
things he'd gotten into lately had added stress to his
dad's life, though his dad had joked about how he'd
inherited his impulsiveness from his mother, and she'd
countered that he got his attitude of testing the
boundaries from his dad.
	He knew that they both loved him, and that made the
problem of telling them that they were going to be
grandparents both difficult and easy.  On the one hand
he knew they'd be supportive of him no matter what,
but he also knew it was not the news parents would
want to hear from their thirteen-year-old son, and he
so didn't want to hurt them.  Actually, he wasn't sure
how they were going to react, but he didn't figure it
would be a smooth experience, and especially since the
mother of his child was three years older than his
mother.  He didn't know what he was going to do about
it himself.  He knew he was going to have to do
something, and had been reading up about parenting. 
However, how a guy was going to be a father when the
mother of his child already had a husband was a bit
confusing.
	Following supper, while his dad and Nat talked about
bugs and such and his mom and Damien talked about
music, he went up to his room to finish his social
studies report, but still having another whole day to
work on it, he ended up browsing the Internet for
information on techlepathy.  There was not much to
read up on, it apparently being such a new field of
study even the Internet didn't have much.  What he did
read about it, and the more he read about telepathy
from the psipog site, the more convinced he was that
he had in fact read minds that day at school, and that
his great-grandfather's headband was something
techlepatholgists or whatever would be most interested
in.  He'd become so involved he hadn't noticed the
time go by until his mother came up to his room and
told him he'd better get to sleep, and asked if he
wanted a bowl of ice cream and a cookie before bed.
	As he joined his parents he could not help but sense
they were both in particularly good spirits, and he
considered breaking the news about their upcoming
grandparenthood or whatever, but decided perhaps it
would ruin their good mood and decided to put it off. 
Besides, they both seemed lost in their thoughts, a
good time to put what he had read into practice.  Once
again he cleared his mind, and it being after ten on a
school night that was not difficult.  He decided to
begin with his mother since he figured she might be
the easiest and so focussed on her.  A warm,
comfortable feeling passed over him as the image of
her and Darien sitting at the piano came to his mind,
along with thoughts of admiration for the
fifteen-year-old's maturity and musical skills and his
youthful enthusiasm.  Thoughts of him and Anthony and
Terry and Dominic wove in and out and how she liked
all his friends and how mature he was despite his
sometimes rash and impulsive behaviour, how being with
him and his friends made her feel young again and how
she enjoyed his youthfulness and had enjoyed her own
youth, and how young she felt exploring sex with young
Dominic, and how exciting the world of sex must be
seen through their eyes and how foolish she'd been to
have been concerned about finding him and Dominic
messing around, seeing it now as exploration and boys
being boys.  It all seemed to flow so easily from her
mind to his.
	Switching to his father, he was surprised how easy it
was to make the same contact and to find the same
feelings of contentment as the image of Nat came into
his mind with similar thoughts of admiration for his
maturity and intelligence and enthusiasm, and then
thoughts about him and his friends and how much he
enjoyed them being around the house and how having
kids made one feel young and think young, and then
flashes of another boy that looked a lot like him but
wasn't and that took a moment for him to realize it
was his dad thinking about when he was a teenager and
camping and fishing with his father and his father's
love of nature and the outdoors, and then thoughts of
him and his brothers horsing around, and his older
brother telling him about jacking off.  The image of
his dad and Uncle Art pulling down their flies and the
thought of them jerking off was shocking enough to
snap him out of his scan or whatever it was that was
happening.  It was shocking, but that was the image
and what he thought about that night as he jerked off,
that and maybe some day he and his dad getting
intimate.
	"It's not going to happen," Ben insisted as they
walked up to their house after school the next day,
"not on a school night, and especially not with you."
	"Trust me," Cory said confidently.  He'd thought
about it on his way to school that morning, for at
least five minutes, and he was sure.
	Ben's mother greeted him cordially enough though it
was evident she'd just as soon he'd not have shown up,
and as Ben explained they had an assignment due
tomorrow and Cory needed his help he could sense her
objection growing, the boys of course not knowing they
were just confirming her opinion that Cory had used
Ben for his own needs due to his skill in computers. 
That Cory discovered soon enough as he focussed on
Ben's mother while she focussed on Ben, the two of
them not really noticing Cory.  His first impulse was
to become angry but he knew that was not going to get
him what he wanted so instead when she thought about
the first time they met he quickly reinforced her
thoughts of happiness that Ben had brought a friend
over, and built on her confidence in her own son and
that she wanted what was best for him, using her
thoughts and memories to build up and support their
case for Ben coming over to help him.  He succeeded in
her agreeing to at least talk to Ben's father about
it, and to letting Cory stay to work on his project
with Ben until Ben's father came home.
	The moment he was in the door the two boys approached
him, figuring they'd better get to him before Ben's
mom.  Again as Ben explained things, Cory focussed on
his father, sending tendrils or whatever.  It was easy
now he knew how to do it and with his earlier
discovery of how to send messages and emotions from
his great-grandfather's Journal and the stuff on mind
control from the Internet.  Like with Ben's mother he
latched onto the good feelings about Ben having a
friend and Ben's father's secret thoughts about Ben
coming out of his shell, and how the business with the
panties was just a boy doing boy things as far as he
was concerned and blown far out of proportion by his
wife.  Getting his support was a lot easier, and in
the end Cory had both convinced that Ben had earned
their trust and that they had punished him enough.  He
even threw in the thought that just perhaps Ashley
Rowland had made the whole thing up to be mean.
	Ben could not believe it when they invited Cory to
stay for supper, and then said he was allowed to go
over to Cory's and to spend the night since it would
be late by the time they were done.  He was even more
surprised how little Cory had done on his assignment
due the next day, but as Cory had said, they had all
evening and between the two of them it would be a
snap, and besides, he was a lot further on it than he
was on most of his other assignments, having an
interest in history and enjoying Mrs Pakorny's
classes.  They both did, and he was right, it didn't
really take them that long to pull the project
together.  They worked particularly well together,
Cory being no fool and simply not wanting to expend
unnecessary energy and time when they could be spent
on other things.  Besides, they both had motivation,
Cory having promised to show Ben a hot video when they
were done, and Cory hoping that after that he might
reward Ben with something else, and have some hot fun
himself while at the same time showing his
appreciation to his mother, who had to spend the
evening alone, his dad having to go into LA to follow
up the Sierra thing with some biologists there.
	The sight of Molly and Trang standing on the sidewalk
and flashing their boobs and pussys at the strangers
as they walked by was the wildest thing Ben had ever
seen, and totally rewarding.  Cory wouldn't say how he
got the tape, but in Ben's opinion whoever took it
should get an Oscar the way he was able to zoom in on
their pussies when they bent over, and on the looks on
the men's faces.  Even Ben knew the Sixteenth Street
Strip Mall was known for drugs and prostitutes, and to
his delight the two of them looked just like two
cheap, and desperate, thirteen-year-old hookers.  The
next tape, of Ashley in the girls can sniffing and
licking a pair of panties as she masturbated herself,
was even more priceless and he sat there staring at it
in disbelief with his eyes almost popping out of his
head.  He'd wanted to get revenge on the three of
them, and seeing them in such embarrassing and
humiliating situations was perfect.  It was also
erotic.  By the end of the clip on Ashley his jeans
were bulging, though not being as well developed as
other boys, it was far less noticeable, about the only
advantage of having a small dick.
	As they headed downstairs at ten for a snack, Marian
could not help notice the bulges in their jeans.  It
seemed like that was a permanent state for Cory and
his friends.  Of course no longer worried about her
period, she'd not gone upstairs to check on what they
were doing.  She didn't have a personal motive, and
she trusted her son.  When she asked how their school
work had gone, Cory happily announced that they had
finished, lavishing praise on Ben, which totally
embarrassed him and totally pleased his mother.  Her
son could be very gracious.
	"Well, finish up and off to bed.  You have school
tomorrow."
	"Would you mind if I showed Ben a condom?"  Ben
choked on his ice-cream and Marian didn't know what to
say.  Her son could be gracious, but he could also be
impulsive and totally unpredictable.  "You said it was
important for a guy to know all about them, and how to
put them on and stuff."
	That she had indeed.  Ben stared at Cory, unable to
believe what he had just heard.  Marian was surprised
too at the sudden topic, but even more, she was
pleased.  She'd evidently made an impression on Cory
about being responsible and being careful, and that he
was spreading the message to his friends was not a bad
thing.  If she helped one young girl and young boy
avoid the worries and complications of teen pregnancy,
or a boy avoid getting an STD, it was worth a few
moments of embarrassing conversation.
	"No, of course not," she finally replied, overcoming
her embarrassment and surprise.  "I'll get you one."
	"Actually, would you mind showing us how you're
supposed to put it on again.  I don't think I remember
it all."
	That was a much different request, especially when
she considered what had happened afterward, but then
the whole purpose of showing them how to put on a
condom last time was to have sex with Dominic and find
out if he was able to produce sperm yet.  Of course
she should have thought about the ramifications of she
was doing, and the expectations she was setting up for
Cory, but she'd been frightened and desperate.  Now
she was in a real bind.  If she said yes to showing
them how to put on a condom, Cory could very well
expect a repeat performance of what had happened
afterward.  He had, after all, obviously enjoyed the
experience.  Ben was a different matter.  She did not
know him, and though he seemed like a very nice boy,
sort of shy and one of those types of boys who blended
in with the crowd and sort of became invisible, she
had no idea what he might think about it, nor what she
might be opening herself up for, especially if his
parents found out.  On the other hand, sex education
did belong in the home, and she'd be a hypocrite if
she refused his request given how she felt about the
healthy expression of sexuality and the need to be
open and frank about such matters.  Either way,
agreeing or not agreeing, she might be damned, and if
she was going to be damned, then it would be better to
error on the side of helping Cory and his young
friend.  Besides, he hadn't said anything about having
sex, just demonstrating how to put on a condom.
	"Well, if Ben is okay with that," she said, smiling
at Ben.
	"Sh, sh, sure," Ben replied.  He always did what
adults said.
	As Cory and Ben followed Marian to the bedroom, Ben
stumbled along in a daze, unable to believe what he'd
heard, and what it sounded like they were going to do.
 Cory's wink and smile did little to reassure him.  As
Cory sat on the bed, Ben sat beside him, feeling
uncomfortable just sitting on Cory's parent's bed. 
Taking out two packages, she turned to face the boys. 
Ben stared at the packets in her hand.  Was she really
holding two condoms?
	"We gotta take our pants and underwear down," Cory
said, getting up and pulling down his fly.  Ben's jaw
dropped.  Not knowing where to look, figuring it was
too obvious if he stared at the floor or at his hands,
he watched Cory out of the corner of his eye as he
stood and slowly pulled down his own fly and undid the
top button of his jeans.  He could not remember ever
feeling so nervous or so self-conscious as he pushed
down his jeans to his knees, and then his underwear. 
"And we gotta get our things hard," Cory continued as
he began to stroke and bounce his dick as he sat back
on the edge of the bed.
	Ben's heart was pounding.  He could not believe this.
 They'd fallen asleep in Cory's room from working so
hard and this was all a dream.  It was a very real
dream as he slipped his fingers about his limp dick
and his face turned a bright red.  He could feel the
heat radiating from his cheeks.  The two boys sat
there fiddling with themselves, Ben obviously
embarrassed, and Marian embarrassed for him.  Their
dicks had gone down while they'd had their ice cream
and cookies, and Ben's anxiety and self-consciousness
were preventing it from responding.  Besides, he knew
he was way shorter than other boys soft from showering
after gym, and he figured he had to be shortchanged
there too when hard.
	"Maybe it would help us if, well, maybe if you took
your top off or something," Cory said, looking up at
his mother with a sweet look of innocence-at least
with as much innocence as a thirteen-year-old can
manage when he is sitting on his parents' bed with his
jeans and underwear about his knees and fiddling with
his limp dick in front of his mother.  Of course his
plan all along had been to get his mother to expose
her tits to Ben after they'd seen the videos, though
he hadn't thought exactly how he was going to get that
to happen.
	It was, Marian figured, a reasonable suggestion given
that the two boys had exposed that most private part
of their body to her, and in addition were playing
around with themselves in front of her.  Besides, if
it helped speed them up and get the situation over
with, it couldn't be all that bad a thing.  Besides,
it was only her breasts.  It wasn't as if she was
exposing herself down below.  As she began to unbutton
her blouse Cory pushed his jeans and underwear the
rest of the way off, followed by Ben, and as he
removed her bra Cory, again followed by Ben,
unbuttoned and removed his shirt.  As Cory crawled
over to sit cross-legged beside Ben who was still
sitting on the edge at the foot of the bed, she sat
down on the edge where Cory had been sitting and
turned to face the two boys.  It was much like when
she'd engaged in a bit of I'll show you mine if you
show me yours with a few of her male classmates when
she was just a little older than Cory.  She felt a
twinge of arousal between her legs with the memory.
	"Maybe if we play with your boo-a, breasts," Cory
suggested.   That was not going to be necessary from
the way he was feeling, nor from the way Ben's cock
had begun to swell, but he didn't know how else he was
going to get to the next step in his plan.
	"Very well," Marian agreed after a moment's thought. 
She knew boys at their age were curious about a
woman's breasts and in fact she and her male
classmates had done a bit more than just show. 
Besides, after having done much more intimate things
with Dominic, letting the boys feel her breasts was
mild.  As the two boys slowly reached out and began to
tentatively caress and squeeze her tits she felt a
thrill of arousal pass through her body.  Unable to
resist, she reached down and slipped her fingers about
their slowly swelling cocks as she'd done to her male
classmates.  She was just as amazed now how those
sensitive organs grew as she had been back then.  She
also could not help but notice the difference in their
sizes even though they were close in age, and she
could not help feeling a little proud.  Another way
Cory was taking after his dad.
	Cory cupped his mother's breast and squeezed it
gently.  It was sort of like holding a water balloon,
except it was firmer.  It was not as large as
Antoinette's, he noticed, but it was a lot firmer.  As
he slowly ran his fingertips along the inside curve,
following it from under her breast up along the middle
of her chest, he wondered what it felt like for a
woman to have her boobs stroked, and if it was
anything like he felt when he had his chest caressed. 
As he ran his fingertips over her nipple she flinched
and he felt it quickly swell and become firm.  At
least that much was like when he had his caressed.  He
glanced over at Ben, who was doing the same thing to
her left boob, following his example.  The look of awe
and delight on his face as he stared at her breast was
even greater than he had hoped it would be, and
watching him sitting there caressing his mother's boob
while she stroked his quickly swelling cock was
fucking hot, just as he'd imagined it would be.
	Bending forward, Cory stuck out his tongue and ran it
over his mother's hard nipple, sending ripples of
pleasure through it.  He could tell she was enjoying
it, and that made him feel good.  He wanted her to
feel good, for all the times she'd made him feel good
and for all the things she did for him, and especially
for being such an awesome, understanding, caring
mother, something he knew many others did not have. 
He slipped his lips over her nipple and began to suck.
 He wondered why a woman didn't produce milk when her
tit was sucked by a guy, but she did when a baby
sucked it.  He'd meant to ask Antoinette that but he'd
always been too occupied with other things and later
he always forgot.  Of course he'd sucked his mother's
boobs as a baby although he couldn't remember it.  He
wondered if she did.
	Marian did, and in fact that was what she was
thinking about that very minute, how she'd suckled him
as a child, and how much he enjoyed feeding at her
breast, and how much she'd enjoyed suckling him.  He
was obviously enjoying it now, but this was much
different.  He was no little baby now, and he wasn't
sucking on her breast for nourishment.  He was sucking
purely for the pleasure, and that she found erotic,
and especially it being her son.  And of course when
he'd been a baby he hadn't shared her other breast
with a friend.  That was erotic too, having him and a
friend sucking on her breasts at the same time.
	Ben actually was much more like a baby with his pudgy
body and full cheeks, though of course what she was
stroking between his legs was much larger than what
any baby had even if small for a thirteen-year-old. 
She thought back to when Cory was a baby and how she'd
fiddled with his dickie while she nursed him.  She'd
wondered if other mothers did that and had felt guilty
doing it at first, but he, and admittedly herself
also, had gotten far too much pleasure out of it to
stop.  Now, as her thirteen-year-old son sucked on her
tit and ran his hot tongue over her irritated nipple
she stroked his now much larger cock, and as her
nipples burned with arousal and his stiff cock
throbbed hotly in her hand she knew he was getting as
much pleasure out of what they were doing as she was. 
She also knew she was now definitely doing what few
mothers did, and despite the pleasure she began to
feel guilty all over again.  However, like in the
past, pleasure won over guilt.
	The pleasure wasn't just her itching, burning
nipples.  As the two boys sucked on her breasts, she
felt ripples of arousal pulsating between her legs
also.  It began as a faint, pleasant sensation but
ever so slowly the arousal grew.  Similarly she had
begun by tugging on their cocks slowly and
rhythmically, but as they began to suck on her tits
more eagerly, she slowly began to stroke their stiff,
aching cocks more rapidly.  That of course caused them
to suck even more eagerly on her tits and she quivered
as she felt the rapid throbbing of their little cocks
between her fingers and the developing ache between
her legs.
	Their hands began to explore, reaching down below her
chest and along her stomach, at first outside her
skirt and then inside but outside her panties, and
then inside her panties.  With some awkwardness and
difficulty the two boys managed to push her skirt and
panties down over her hips.  Their fingers returned,
now running through her patch, and over her moist,
swollen lips.  She felt both boys quiver with
excitement as they gingerly touched and began to
caress that most private part.  In the previous two
times they'd had sex, Cory had not caressed her pussy
and Marian trembled now with his first time, not
knowing of course the vast experience he'd had with
Antoinette.  For Ben, this was a totally new
experience, and his awkwardness and zeal were evident
and an additional turn on.  The two boys ran their
fingers over the swollen labia, and then up along the
slit between them, causing Marian to quiver and her
cunt to fill with juice.  One of them, she did not
know which, slipped his finger inside her pussy and
moments later she felt a second finger join the first
and she knew it had to be both boys.  She opened up to
them as they probed her hot, slimy cavity, and she
clenched her cunt tightly about the two digits as the
boys began to withdraw them.  Their stiff cocklets
throbbed even hotter with arousal as they inserted
their fingers again and began to finger fuck her.
	All three were panting loudly and deeply and they
began to squirm as they felt their climaxes
approaching.  Marian reached behind the two boys and
caressed and squeezed their compact backsides as she
felt the tension developing in her loins and she
clenched and relaxed her cunt muscles as her son and
his friend finger fucked her with growing speed and
passion.  She was rapidly pumping their stiff, aching
cocks by then, and the two boys quivered and jerked
their hips uncontrollably as they felt the pressure
building in their loins and as their young early-teen
balls drew up tight beneath their aching dicks.
	Cory snuggled up higher and kissed his mother's hot,
flushed cheek, and seconds later Ben followed suit. 
She could feel the boys' hearts beating in their
chests as they pressed their naked bodies against her
breasts.  Wiggling down on the bed, she slid down
until their hot, stiff cocks were pressing against her
boobs, and she grasped their buttocks and pressed them
to her, pressing their aching dicks against her as she
wiggled up and down, rubbing her boobs against their
sensitive knobs.  With a sharp intake of breath and
groan of pleasure, Cory quivered and let loose, his
watery early-teen cum spurting out of his throbbing
cock like a water pistol and spraying his mother's
right tit.  Ben erupted at the same time, his mind
spinning with pleasure and his numb cock, barely two
and a half inches long, throbbing hotly as he sprayed
her other boob just like he'd imagined spraying a real
tit in dozens of jerk off fantasies.  Looking down at
the two early teen boys shooting their hot loads over
her breasts, Marian thrust her hips upward as the
first wave of her climax struck.  Wave after wave
followed and she bounced on the bed in wild abandon,
revelling in the pleasure pulsating through her loins
and delighting in the pleasure she knew the two boys
were feeling as they emptied their young, swollen
balls.  She'd forgotten just how voluminous and how
watery a boy's cum was at that age as the spatters of
early teen cum ran down over her heaving tits. 
Totally spent, the three collapsed on the bed in
bliss.
	"I . . . I'm sorry I  . . .  I came all over your t- 
. . .  ah, that is, ah, all over, ah, you," Ben
stumbled as he finally sat up and stared down at
Marian's boobs now streaked and spattered with his and
Cory's cum.
	"Don't be," Marian said with a smile as she looked up
at the chunky, blushing, totally embarrassed
thirteen-year-old.  "Many women like to have their
breasts sprayed with cum."  As if to prove she was
sincere, she ran her fingers over her breasts,
smearing the red-faced, awe-struck teen's cum over her
left boob while smearing the almost translucent, runny
cum of her son over her right.  The two boys felt
their limp cocks twitch.  Both had seen porn pictures
on the net of men shooting their stuff on women that
way, but neither had considered that women might
actually enjoy it.
	"You came too, didn't you?" Cory asked as he rolled
on his side and looked at her, making it more of a
statement than a question.
	"Yes," his mother replied with a smile.  "It was as
hot for me as it was for you."  She thought for a
moment.  "I hope you two boys enjoyed it," she said,
realizing they might not have.
	"Oh yeah, it was fucking awesome," Cory replied
sincerely.  As if to prove it, he leaned forward and
kissed her on the cheek.
	"That was so better than my wildest ever fantasies,"
Ben admitted, alleviating her fears.
	"You're not disappointed we didn't, you know, do it?"
	"Of course not.  Doing it is just one of many ways a
man and woman can pleasure each other."
	"Like being jerked off, or like when you sucked my
cock," Cory observed, recalling how much she'd seemed
to have enjoyed that too, and how much she seemed to
have enjoyed giving his father a blow job that Sunday
morning he'd returned from the Sierra Madre.
	"Like that," Marian replied, her cheeks colouring as
she shifted on the bed uncomfortably.  For one, as an
adult she was not used to the frankness of youth, and
certainly not that sort of language from her
thirteen-year-old son, and for another, she could not
help wondering what Ben was thinking hearing she'd
sucked her own son's penis.
	"You ever have your dick sucked before?" Cory asked,
looking up at Ben and causing his mother to turn even
redder.
	"I've never had sex with nobody before just now," Ben
replied honestly and innocently.
	"You should see what it is like.  It is so totally
awesome," Cory said, glancing at his mother.
	She knew what Cory was thinking in his youthful
openness and innocence.  Well, after what they'd
already done and considering she was lying there in
her bed totally naked with two naked boys, why not? 
She knew she gave good head, and it would at least put
to rest any questions Ben had.  "Would you like to try
it?" she asked.
	"Fu-ah, ah, yeah, sure!"  There was no questioning
his willingness, and it was not because he was
accustomed to obeying adults.
	Having Ben lie down on his side in the opposite
direction to which she was lying, she took his limp,
sticky cock between her fingers and slipped it between
her lips.  As she began to suck, the early teen cock
responded instantly, quickly filling with blood once
again.  She allowed her saliva to flood over it and
then swallowed, her spittle flavoured with his dick
and his previously spent cum.  Twisting around so he
was also lying down beside her in the opposite
direction, Cory began to fiddle with himself as he
reached over and stroked her labia, causing them to
begin to swell once again.  He could not help thinking
that thirteen years ago he'd slipped out into the
world through those very lips.  By the time Ben was
stiff, so was he, and both boys were again stroking
Marian's rapidly swelling labia.
	Adjusting her position and drawing the boys' hips
closer to her so they were half lying on their hips
and half lying on her face, Marian took both boys in
her mouth and began to suck and work her tongue over
their knobs.  To her surprise and delight, a moment
later she felt two hot breaths against her groin and
then two tongues tentatively run up along her swollen
labia.  She sucked on the two hot, throbbing little
cocks for a minute as the two thirteen-year-old boys
licked her cunt, and then sitting up she introduced
the boys to muff diving.
	Following her instructions, Ben and Cory lapped at
her pussy, running their tongues over the swollen
lips, striking at her clit, and taking turns running
their hot, wet tongues up her crack and inserting them
inside.  Marian quivered with arousal, the physical
stimulation accented by the knowledge this was the
first time for the two thirteen-year-old boys, and she
began pumping out her cunt juice again.  The two boys
were randy as only thirteen-year-old boys can get and
they wanted to bring her pleasure after the pleasure
she'd brought them in getting their nuts off earlier. 
So the two eagerly and enthusiastically licked her
swollen pussy, causing her labia to quiver and flood
with her hot, slimy juice which the two boys hungrily
lapped up, running their tongues along the slit and
scooping the slime up into their mouths.  Their
tongues sent quivers of arousal through her cunt, and
through their stiff, twitching cocks when at times
they meet and ran over each other.  Their flushed
cheeks glistened with her womanly fluids as they
nuzzled between her legs, trying to insert their
tongues up her hole, rooting between her legs like two
starving piglets.
	Laying back down, she once again took their swollen,
aching cocks in her mouth and began to suck, once
again sending ripples of pleasure through the
blood-engorged dickheads as she worked her lips over
the sensitive rims and up and down the throbbing
shafts.  Once again the two boys trembled with the
delightful pleasure of having their blood-engorged
cocks and irritated dickheads licked and sucked.  As
the pressure again built in their loins, they licked
Marian's cunt in a daze of ecstasy, causing the
pressure to build up in her loins also and causing her
juices to flood out of her hot, quivering slit.
	It took delightfully longer the second time and by
the end their tongues were beginning to tire and their
jaws beginning to ache, but the triple climax was
worth it.  The two boys quivered with delight as they
shot into Marian's mouth, their thin, watery cum
easily filling it and mixing together.  The thought of
the cum of her son and his young friend mixing in her
mouth and the physical sensation of their gooey loads
oozing over her tongue and out from between her lips
and over her chin sent her into spasms of pleasure. 
She jerked her hips and groaned in an ecstasy like she
had not felt in a long time as her orgasm ripped
through her loins once again.  Quivering with equal
delight, the openings of their cocks burning with
pleasure as they shot out their hot seed, their cheeks
and smooth, young lips glistening with Marian's cunt
slime, the two boys road their own waves of ecstasy.  
Neither doubt nor guilt could be found anywhere in any
of their minds.    

********
Thanks to Ben for suggesting expanding Cory's use of
the headband to include mind reading and collaborating
on the action between him and Cory's mother.  What
else would you like to see happen?  What further fun
and havoc can Cory create with his growing awareness
of the power of his great-grandfather's headband? 
Have you ever had someone you hated and wanted to get
even with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as
part of this story and if you wish add you as one of
the characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters will need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben
Hanson, Jacob Schuller and Benji Gilles with a
supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence, Nicole
Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson, Elijah
Dean, and now Nat and Darien Wilson and of course Lad,
Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the star of the series, Cory Wilson.

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