Minding Others
by DiscipleN

Copyright © 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved. This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior, documented consent from the owner.

Chapter 1

I have an older brother and two younger sisters. Mother is divorced, and my few memories of my father aren't so memorable. He left us while mom was pregnant with Shelley. I forgot about him by the time I learned to jerk off. Once when I was nine years old, I interrupted Rodney masturbating in the john. Of course anything he could do I had to ape. His face burned red, and I though he was angry with me, but he was just embarrassed. He tried to tell me it was no big deal, but his voice quivered like I'd caught him flushing a loved but dead pet. The rest of my sexual education I picked up from mom and school. When I asked her a question, mother would answer briefly but reasonably. Long before puberty turned my life into a freak show, I had seen no less than five 'serious' films about it. Mother answered my other questions, but I was shy about asking. That's not surprising, considering my older brother's embarrassment, my mother's terseness, school's antiseptic treatment, and American culture's manic-depressive sexual lifestyle. Since puberty, I've made some changes, but the world isn't yet the sex positive heaven I'm fucking to create.

Puberty bloomed late in my life. My dick spurted cum for the first time when I was fourteen. The rest of my adult changes also arrived slowly. Sediment grows faster than the hair on my face, groin, and armpits. I may be a little short at 5' 7", but my penis isn't. It was lucky to get a couple extra inches over the national average, and I'm glad it's not bigger. Most of my younger 'friends' don't enjoy getting their cervixes pounded. At fourteen, I was pretty anxious about the fact I hadn't developed, and I took a lot of teasing.

I remember being ill on my first day of manhood, very ill. Fever's sweat soaked me, and I thrashed upon my bed from hallucinations. I dreamed about witches and curses. They flew on Snoopy dog-house Sopwith Camels, buzzing all around me. The witches kept sucking me into their dog house entrances. For a moment I'd be cold, huddled in darkness, shivering, trying to shake my fear. I held my cock for warmth. Then a spark of frustration leapt within my heart. It erupted into fire, and I burned my way out of the dog house with flaming piss.

The witch would fall from the sky in a smoking, roaring spiral. I heard her curse me. I heard them all curse me, until every flying witch had been burned out of the sky. It was the same curse, each time. "Mind yourself child, or you'll grow up minding others!"

"You'll grow up minding others!"

"You'll grow up minding others!"

... all the way down, until they hit the ground and burst into dust.

I burst somewhere between my legs. I was wrapped in blankets. My senses reeled, overloaded and confused. Mother, hovering close, pressed cold compresses to my forehead, trying to soothe me.

"They're just bad dreams, honey. They'll go away. Can you hear me?"

I saw her. At least, what I saw was mostly composed of her features. She didn't look like a witch. She was beautiful, extra beautiful, lovelier than sunsets on tropical islands, lovelier than street lamps in fog, lovelier than the moon over a mountain camp.

"I love you mother!" I spoke wildly.

"Oh, baby. You'll get better." She hugged me through the blankets.

I kept shivering. The wetness between my legs was cooling. I thought I had peed on myself. I was suddenly so embarrassed. When you're fourteen, there's nothing like wetting your bed in front of your mother to chill a fever.

"Oh shit!" I shouted, and immediately was more embarrassed.

"What's the matter?"

"Mommy, oh mommy... I-I uh, I think I..." I gulped. "I'm so cold!" My vision remained blurry. I couldn't tell if the blankets were as wet on the outside as they felt on the inside. They kept crawling over my body.

For a second, I imagined mom crawling under the covers with me. Then I imagined she was a cow standing in the room, chewing on my Godzilla doll. My head wasn't in the clear yet. I blacked out.

I woke again to the sound of splashing. I was splashing in the tub. It was full of ice! I was freezing, and my head felt like a rock. I looked around the bathroom gripping the edge of the tub ready to execute a hasty escape.

Rodney laughed. "Brother, stay right were you are. If you start raving about butt fucking tele-evangelists again, I'll drive you to one of them and let them drive the devil out of you."

My brother watched too much television.

"I'm freezing! Let me out of here." I tried to get up, but he was a good two years older, and HIS puberty was a distant memory. He held me in the tub with one hand.

"MOM! I think his fever broke." Rodney yelled at the top of his lungs.

She had been waiting outside the door. She opened it and shuffled in. Averting her eyes from my body, she held out a thick towel. "Get him up and help dry him. I'll get a blanket to wrap him." She left.

I managed to stand and step out of the tub by myself, but my arms were weak. I could barely hold the towel. Rodney didn't seem embarrassed at all about drying my scrawny, naked self.

"Your fever isn't all that broke, eh Jules?" He grinned at me.

I was hugging myself and shivered. "Huh?"

He toweled me efficiently. "... but did you have to do it in front of mother?" Rodney laughed then.

"Oh crud, you aren't going to tell anyone, are you? I haven't wet my bed since I was a toddler."

He suddenly laughed harder. "You thought it was pee?"

"Of course, I..." I shut up.

Rodney smiled big and looked at me in a way I hadn't seen before. "Welcome to the club."

"Oh GOD, mother saw THAT?" My jaw hung low.

"I'm not sure. When she told me to haul your ass into the bathtub, she might not have seen the stain down your pajama bottoms. She probably couldn't tell cum stains from sweat. You might get away clean... at least with her." Big brother got way too serious then.

"You. You're the one who took them off." I had a new reason to tremble.

"You owe me big time, brother. I even washed your dick." He just laughed and laughed, until a blanket hit him in the back.

"I didn't hear that!" Mother shouted.

For the remainder of my recuperation there was no more talk about dicks or cum, but I couldn't keep them out of my mind. My hallucinations had ended, but the image of fire shooting out of my dick haunted me like an owl in a tree. I wanted to see if I came the next time I jacked off. Unfortunately, I had to wait. With my mother swirling about, checking my health, I didn't feel safe enough to try out my new ability. She'd even check on me in the middle of the night.

By the forth day, I was feeling pretty horny. I didn't feel sick at all. I wandered about the house keeping my erections hidden as best I could and annoying everyone with a lot of, "Oh pity my sick self - let me watch what I want to watch on TV." or "Do we have to have lima beans? I think they make me feel worse." Everyone, except my brother seem extra agitated. Mom increased her knocks at my door during the night, and my two sisters literally bounced off the walls.

"I think it was Shell who started it, but maybe it was Lynn. They managed to plant footprints as high as the key hooks in the entrance way. Mom heard the pounding and stopped their little contest straight away. She sent them outside. Rodney shook his head when he told me about it. "She actually yelled at them. Looks like you aren't the only one growing up."

"Mom must not be happy about that." I felt sorry for her. All her kids were starting to lose their adoration for her, except for me. Little Shelley was nine, and Lynn was eleven. "Their jumping against the walls woke me up. I heard mother yell, 'What the fuck are you doing?'" None of us had ever heard her say, fuck.

Big brother looked at me. "You should get some sun." He left me sitting on the couch. The TV was on 'mute'. I watched it for a little longer. I heard the front door let Rodney out. Mother walked into the living room a little while after he left. She looked a fright.

In my wild imaginations during my fever, my mind had exaggerated her appearance. Mom was good looking, but no model. She was a little chubby and slightly taller than me. Her hair was undone, and bags held her eyes for ransom. Something about her eyes struck me. They seemed to be holding something back. Something eerie. My dick hardened.

"Honey, mommy's going to her room for a little while. Don't disturb your mommy for a little while, okay?"

"Uh sure." I blinked. She looked like she needed a nap really bad. She didn't repeat herself very often. Little while.

As I watched my mom, I actually gave a damn about the clothes she was wearing. They were a jumble of styles, poorly matched. She had on a white pair of slacks and wore a cream yellow sweater over a pink blouse. Dust and grime spotted them somewhat. Down her back, her dark hair hung in ratty disarray. She disappeared up the stairs.

My cock reminded me about the changes that were happening in my body. It reminded me that I had the house to myself for a 'little while'. I hopped off the couch and climbed quickly to my room. I shed my clothes in record time. I swear my cock grew fingers and slipped out of my briefs by itself. My fingers were wrapped tightly about my seven inch shaft well before my body fell back on my bed.

"Ohh, I wish I could fuck somebody!" I whispered. My hand pulled firmly but slowly. I like slow fucks. They really get me high. I don't start beating it hard until I'm just about ready to shoot. Then it's like rockets. God, how I love to get off! Just because I didn't cum before, didn't mean I didn't climax when I was younger. Why else would I have done it?

I thought of my mother. She was so, oh I don't know. I didn't think about fucking her. I spit into my hand and really gave my cock a good, slippery massage. I thought about my mother walking away from me, her round ass swaying. I imagined the yellow sweater. I imagined her taking off her pink blouse, right through her sweater as if by magic. I imagined her walking as she pulled it right off in front of me. I imagined her turning around at the hallway and raising her arms above her. Her tits covered by soft yellow wool. Dark nipples hinted beneath it.

"Ohhhhhh!" This wasn't going to take very long. My cock pulsed with inspiration. It had been severely neglected. Usually, I beat off once or twice a day. I looked at my fine cock. I gazed down my hairless chest and my other hand toyed with my testicles. I've got a good body, I tell myself. My balls rumbled. I imagined sticking my cock into my mother's mouth and forcing her to suck it.

"Suck it now!" I whispered intensely.

I got a new feeling then, one that I've never felt since. My balls hurt briefly as if they had to burst through some male hymen to blast their load through my dick and shoot it high into the air. I showered my stomach and hips and thighs and bed cover with thick, white cum.

"AAAAHHHHHHGGGGGG!!!! OOoooohhhhhh!" I jacked my cock like there was no tomorrow. My crotch muscles contracted. My brain flew with release. I imagined my mother swallowing my cum, every drop. Then I stopped thinking about her, in my fantasy. I heard her yell from her bedroom. I couldn't make out the words, but I did understand what she was saying. It was the same thing I had just yelled.

Chapter 2

The next day, I felt great! But I had to go to school. That day was the worst of my life. By comparison, the next night made it seem casual.

Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it.

"A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my side. We walked to school. Lynn and Shelley's primary school was only ten blocks away. Rodney and I walked together across three main streets and two back alleys to get to high school. I was a proud freshman. Rodney was a far less proud Junior, but he did enjoy the girls, and they enjoyed him. Whenever any should happen to cross our path, I became a ghost. 'Lousy chicks', I thought while walking four paces behind my popular brother.

This day, my first outside of quarantine, the air was particularly clear, the sun exceptionally bright, and the girls had reached a new high state of undress for the summer season.

"Oooo, Rod that's sooo fascinating!" Ursula gushed. She was the first to latch on to my brother. He amazed her with his knowledge of sports cars.

"Tell us about the kind of engine you like." Sabrina spoke softly, right next to his ear. "Is it a big engine, with lots of horse power?" She hung on to his right arm as if she'd blow away in the wind if she let go. She was anorexic enough to support that theory.

Ursula wouldn't be beat. "If you bring the engine, I'll bring the leather for your seat." She breathed hotly. Her chest was so big you could only tell she was breathing by the vapor that steamed out her ears.

Yep, the girls were in perfect form. I grimaced and casually tried to position my hard-on to a more comfortable angle.

"Eewe!" Ursula noticed me. She pouted and flung her long hair to block me from her sight.

Girls my age wouldn't give me the time of day. I wasn't bad looking, but I was definitely shy. My brother was many a freshman girl's idol, and I was his unseen shadow. To give the big guy credit, he had a steady girlfriend, and he was faithful.

Wendy laughed every time she saw the arm candy who tried to score her sweetshop. She was always waiting for him at the top of the school's front steps.

"Lose the ho's my dearest darling, or I'll eat them for lunch."

"Bitch!" Ursula and Sabrina spit quietly in unison. It was their usual cue to attempt their undermining another day. This day, as I have warned, was to be cut from a new bolt of cloth.

Ursula suddenly grabbed my brother's hand and literally shoved it up under her tank top. "Do you like my surprise, honey? Today I'm going to show you don't have to settle for witch's tits." She tried to force his hand to rub her covered but not hidden nipples.

Sabrina too was strangely smitten. She crawled like an express snail up Rodney's hips and gripped his torso with her scrawny legs. If her cunt had been bared it might have chewed right through his jeans.

"Fuck that, honey. Limber pussy is what you really need."

Rod, rarely at a loss for words, found himself in the center of a wilderness of unfamiliar territory.

Wendy moved first, to rescue him. She was nearly as aghast as he. If she were all cat, she couldn't have pounced more sinuously. Her hands proceeded to bitch slap the two freshmen before they could blink. I half expected a full cat-fight with my poor brother clawed to pieces between them, but nothing so fantasy-fulfilling could have happened that day. For Wendy suddenly paused. The other girls were still caught off their guards.

Rodney tried to speak first. "Hey, hey. None of this makes any sen..."

Wendy's eyes had grown very large. She wrapped her arms around my brother and kissed him passionately on the lips. The other two didn't seem to register the total redness on their cheeks. They clutched their intended booty with equal desire.

About one hundred students turned to witness the first four-way of fully clothed sex, never imagined. Three women, right before my very eyes were hunching and rubbing their privates all over my brother. Rodney tried to politely extract himself from the grip of three blatant competitors. He was as successful as a fly in a pitcher plant.

I was so embarrassed - my cock pushed my trousers out like a divining rod aimed directly at the source of it's origin. Nobody noticed me. Fortunately, Miss Helen Hargrove didn't either.

"What on earth?... and on school grounds, even!" She hollered as only a harpy of her age and ugliness could. Shrill trills temporarily broke the strange spell enveloping the central scene. "Children, cease that foulness, IMMEDIATELY!!"

She stood her ground, six steps up and one yard beneath Glen Loch High School's stone edifice.

Lewd movements hesitated. Rodney found his escape, and he leaped for clear ground. The girls were obviously torn. They acted like a rat trio discovered in the nest of a hawk. It might catch only one or two of them if they scattered.

Vice Principal Hargrove was an outcast peahen defending her pride from a harem of younger hens. Her reputation as a hard ass was more important than her charges' futures.

"I'll expel the lot of you! Follow me this instant!" She huffed and turned to walk inside, fully expecting her four prisoners to join behind.

Unknown to me, I had been hedging my position farther and farther from the center of attention, directly away from Miss Hardass. Once more, a shift occurred in the faces of the three teenage girls. True horror gripped them. They were suddenly meek and tearful. They began their assent to certain hell. Rodney noticed the change and after looking at me with both stymied and reassuring expressions, he trailed behind his recent assailants. I didn't see him again for the rest of the day. My cock finally found some rest, at least until my third period class.

Holly Winters was my one stumbling block to fame and fortune. She sat ahead of me in our history class. She was stunning. Holly was smart, beautiful, outgoing, as popular as myself, and above all hated me with a passion. When I wasn't dreaming about her body, I was neurotically imagining what terror she would next visit upon me.

"Hi shit-zits." She turned to grin at me. "I hear the old bro' got quite a reception this morning. If I had been there, it wouldn't have been a contest. There'd be three cunts cumming from my mouth and hands before they had a chance to catch dick. She spun back around, uninterested in any reply. That's the other inflaming part of Holly, her flaming dykitude. It was the reason Mr. Corothers surrounded her seat with boys.

After her enlightening lecture, I wished I had masturbated that morning, not that it would have helped. My cock would have sprouted wood after cumming five minutes before Holly slipped into her seat. It was always a show for her, to show the guys what they were missing. I wished I could show her. My cock tried in spite of my typical shyness. I tried to pay attention to world history.

"After the Bolsheviks took power in 1917, czarist loyalists, White Russians, waged a futile struggle against the Red Army for over a year before finally being cornered in their last stronghold in Siberia." Mr. Corothers droned. For such a young instructor, he recited like a monotone, middle aged coot.

I felt like I was in Siberia, cornered by the heat of my loins in proximity to my greatest longing. I couldn't help but take a quick glance at the ice queen of heterosexuality. If only I could tell my cock the futility of its struggle.

Holly wasn't paying attention either. She seemed to be looking for something in the room. She glanced my way, briefly. Her face, for the first time wasn't flush with mockery. She looked worried. Her hands nervously clutched her pants. I could almost swear she was digging into her own thighs, but my view of them vanished as she looked elsewhere. Anyone with imagination might have guessed she was trying to masturbate, but that wasn't what I saw. Her knuckles were white from the tightness of her grip.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I dared to whisper. I was honestly concerned for her. I might have been in total lust for Holly, but I actually cared about her too. I knew her all lesbo offense was in reality a defense. My words startled her.

Suddenly, she leaped up and cleared her throat. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom. Right Now." Our history teacher noticed her with a pained, curious look. Holly's urgency was marked by her explanation rather than her usual history of simply leaving.

"Hall pass is on the desk." The teacher answered and rolled his eyes.

Holly made it out of the room in record time. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. My cock might have another chance to calm. Then I noticed the other students around me. Ben, Carlo, Doug, Steve, Shamus, they were goofing off as usual, or paying boredom induced attention to the lecture. Two of the other three nearest girls, Kate and Belinda sported expressions similar to Holly's, but less severe. Their hands nattered in their laps.

An unexpected gasp issued ahead of me and to my left. The third nearest, Carolyn something-or-other, had her hands on her chest and she was slowly fondling her breasts and looking at the ceiling.

Immediately, the classroom ceased to be. All eyes turned. Mr. Corothers consented to let his jaw hang open. Carolyn was not the prettiest girl in class - she was the fattest. Her breasts were the size of auto headlamps from the forties. What you could make out of her legs beneath her extended belly was a slow swirl of movement. She was grinding thigh fat against her clitoris.

The room had become a theater. The men in the audience gulped simultaneously. Even I forgot the existence of the other people in the room. A virtual spotlight lit Carolyn's seat like angels from heaven. She was lost in her physical search for release.

"Hhhhmmmmmnnng!" She intoned. Eyes closed, she exhaled another wanton expression.

The door opened. Holly walked in. She placed the hall pass back on the desk. She began to walk to her seat. I was but of a handful who noticed her. I watched her eyes. They were clear and only a little puzzled, but as she approached her seat, confusion and concern reignited in them. Then she noticed Carolyn.

Holly was, like most teenagers, not morally opposed to putting less socially acceptable peers into their supposedly deserved place. To say it bluntly, she regularly called Carolyn a watermelon among peaches, and she wasn't afraid to tell her. High school girls and their cruelty are one of the best pieces of bad evidence supporting the theory of Eve's original sin. Of course I, like my deserved peers, didn't dare to defend 'losers' like Carolyn and ourselves. We scattered from each other's sinking rafts like mice.

Holly shifted gears and direction without compromising her mesmerizing wriggle. She turned on a dime and headed straight for the fat bitch in heat. She actually kneeled in front of Carolyn and had reached up the tent-like skirt before Mr. Corother's finally was able to rub two brain cells together.

"Holly! G-get your head out of that dress." It was the best he could come up with. It did the trick. Everyone could see Holly shake her head under the colorful material and pull back out. She was blinking and twitching, as if trying to resist a powerful spell. Carolyn's sexuality was anybody's guess, but she hadn't reacted other than to spread her legs for the lesbian's approach.

"I think," our guiding light of education started, "i-it might be best if we... I dismissed class. Everyone, please leave calmly and efficiently." Mr. Corothers clearly was neither in charge of the situation or himself. Students slowly, hesitantly collected their books and bags and wandered out. Holly and Carolyn, he told to remain... in their separate seats. Reaching the relatively safe hallway, I darted for the johns. I immediately sought a lockable toilet booth and jerked off a load of youthful cum all over its interior.

Chapter 3

Here's the kicker. That day, when I masturbated, I pretended the set of events was my fault. I went so far as to call my cock the 'Horn Key'. All I had to do was point my cock at a woman and she would beg me for sex. The trouble was, none of them had. In typical revisionist thinking, post orgasm, I decided that sort of fantasy was directly responsible for old men in raincoats. I dismissed the concept. It returned to me later that night.

Mother was yelling at Rodney when I arrived home from school. She stopped when she heard me enter, but it had been loud enough to escape the house. With luck, the neighbors were hiding behind two of their own doors with the windows and curtains shut.

"I don't know whether your principal is full of bullshit, or you're an aspiring prankster. This is not acceptable behavior in any case!"

"But mom..."

"Look," Mom interrupted. "This may be the new age of teenage sexual awakenings, but there are still plenty of us old fogies who are willing to call their lawyers to deal with these kinds of things. This house can't afford to be sued over your principal's story that you led three innocents into lewd public acts."

"I didn't do anything. They just attacked me." Rod stood his ground.

"Rod, you've been a good son long enough. I can believe you, but our community is going to blame the guy first. Girls are only blamed when they've been raped."

I opened the front door. Their focus shattered. Rod looked relieved.

"Hey sport, I got detention!" My brother beamed, hoping to break mom's anger.

Mom noticed me with an abbreviated smile and walked into the kitchen.

I approached Rod and hit his arm. "Idiot."

"Batten down, before I bat you back." He flared.

"Shut up, both of you." Mother yelled. Her voice cracked.

Rod grabbed my shirt and dragged me to his room.

"Jules, mom's had a rougher day than either of us. Miss Hardass phoned her and I had to bring notes from the classes I missed. I just wish to hell I understood what happened. You were there. What did you see?"

"I dunno. It looked like you might finally lose your virginity on Glen Loch High's front steps. What did the girl's say?"

"Miss Hardass questioned them separately, but I met Wendy before they sent us home. She told me that when she saw Ursula and Sabrina climbing all over me, she wanted to beat them lifeless so she could kill me. Then all of a sudden, they disappeared. All she could see was me, and her body leaped to kiss me before she even realized it. She said, she'd never been so horny in her life."

"Wow, can I use your aftershave?" I was struck. His story had prepared the ground for a new tent in my pants.

"Cut the jokes. Everyone's upset, even me, but I'm worried most about mom."

"Did you hear what happened in my history class?" I switched events.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Corother's shepherded Holly and Carolyn into Miss Hardass's office while I was waiting for the next round of The Inquisition. Maybe their story was what saved me from being expelled. I heard Holly was expelled."

"Oh, no!" It really hurt. I punched my palm.

"She put up quite a fight. I could hear her yelling right back at the vice principal. 'I ought to stick my head up YOUR dress, cunt, and then you'd know what the fuck made me do it.' She started to cry like a little girl the moment she shut the office door behind her."

"Damn, I wish I could call her. She wasn't the only one who lost it. Carolyn was rubbing her tits right in front of everyone."

"Please, I didn't need to visualize that." Rod tried to lighten the mood.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I dunno, but I've got three days to do it in."

Mom called us for supper. We hadn't noticed Lynn and Shelley arrive, nor the hour that had passed by. That meal was eaten quietly. Every time Lynn or Shell pipped up, they were met with a conspiracy of silence.

I sipped at my lukewarm soup. Dinner seemed to last forever. I was thinking about Holly. I had a hard-on. I didn't know there were such things as sympathy based erections. Sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I really felt bad for the poor girl, but my dick had it's own emotional track. I stared at my soup and prayed nobody would ask me to get up. The table top defended me from embarrassment due to natural causes.

The quiet was interrupted by what I thought was a renewed attempt at igniting a conversation around the table.

"Stop that, Lynn!" Shell's voice squeaked.

"Stop what?" Lynn retorted a little too quickly.

My head snapped up. Both girls fidgeted, both clearly nervous about something. The older girl looked as if she had been caught in a mouse trap. The younger one, Shell, might have been dealing with an internal struggle.

"You aren't supposed to do that where people can see." Shell kept her voice to a whisper, but the room was so quiet she might have hollered.

Lynn's face turned bright red. She jumped up and ran out of the kitchen.

"Mom!" Lynn tried to preempt the expected disaster.

All eyes turned to our mother.

Her face was white as linen. Her eyes were like marble. She trembled, apparently unaware of anything in the room. Her hands were buried under the table.

Rod saved the moment. "Shell, go get your Mom a towel from her bathroom."

"Huh?"

"GO!"

That got the little one out of the room.

"Mom?" My brother looked closer.

She was barely breathing. Her forehead began to drip from the tension behind it.

"Bro', stand guard outside the door."

My dick stood like a rock. I almost didn't dare to expose it, but Rod had called me 'Bro' and that meant a lot to me. I hurried out, shutting the door behind me. Rod would fix everything, I told myself. He'll find out what's going on. I leaned over and listened within.

"Rod, good heavens, you have to fuck me right now!" My dear mom suddenly screamed from inside the secured room.

A second later, the door flew open, throwing me to the carpet. Rodney raced through the living room. He reached the front door by the third second. On the fifth, it slammed shut behind him. The same instant, mom appeared from the kitchen and stood over me. Her hands clutched and dragged at her crotch.

"You!" She threatened me.

Nothing a sane man would admit, followed.

"You're trying to kill me!" Pure terror filled her voice. "I have to fuck you or I'm going to die. Please put an end to it. I beg you!" She ranted. Her face was livid with pain, and to this day I'm positive she was more afraid of her own feelings than of me.

I had fallen against the wall. (There would be bruises.) My head wasn't any clearer than hers. With my thoughts elsewhere, the blood in my cock drained back into my brain. I tried to comprehend what my mother was talking about. There was no way she was begging, telling me to fuck her. (Hours later, I'd push my prick to the edge with self-abuse thinking about my mother standing over me, tears in her eyes, shaking her fist, demanding that I rip off her clothes and force my seven inch cock into her overheating cunt.) The reality shriveled me to the size of a peanut. I felt like crying. Rodney had been able to run away, but I was cornered like a corned beef sandwich on a blue plate special.

"Mom, what are you saying?" I pleaded.

If my mother had been wearing any less than four layers the inevitable would have happened in the worst way. Had she not got stuck trying to unbutton her sweater, my dick would have reinflated upon first view of her considerable charms. A measure of sense returned to my ringing brain. I searched for space to escape through. Mom's attention and frustration transferred to her fingers flying to remove the top sweater button from it's hole. She cursed it, but her words lightened, and my fear eased.

"Blast this darn mohair. It's all fouled up." Her fingers slowed their fury. I watched her face change. Its desperate whiteness began to clear. Her skin flushed as her tension subsided. I saw her eyes, sharp with anger, soften, but they continued to round out, growing wider. They shimmered with liquid. The flush in her cheeks became a deep blush, and she looked at me with a new horror, her memory of the previous minute.

"My poor babies!" She gasp and fled through the living room and up the stairs. Her door slammed shut in the distance. The faint click of its lock sounded like the clang at the end of a wrestling match.

I remained collapsed on the living room carpet and leaned against the wall. My world wrinkled. Mother had never frightened me like that. Her mind had been possessed, but by what? Three times in one day, every girl in my vicinity had gone sexually berserk.

"Duh!" I struck my forehead. I may not have been the geekiest freshman in high school, but two and two are still four, even when your only digits are male and female. I contemplated experiments which would sort out these insane events. I had to perform one soon, or my whole family would go mad. Before anything else, however, the current situation required immediate attention. I stood up, walked to my room, ignored the stare of two pairs of girl eyes and made a herculean effort to keep my mind blank. Lying upon my bed, door barricaded with a desk chair, fantasies of my mother commanding me to fuck her undoubtedly beautiful and dripping cunt made me cum into a tissue in less than a minute.

Later that night, the instant I felt another hard-on growing, I jacked it as quickly as I could. I didn't sprout another until morning, and I rushed to the bathroom to pee. Fortunately, for my cock's skin, pissing a morning hard-on was just as effective. For two days, I masturbated as often as I could, with hardly a moment of lingering horniness. Unfortunately, my dick started to hurt from the effort. I began to carry a tube of KY-jelly I stole from a drug store.

For one week, nothing out of the ordinary, female-wise, happened, neither at school nor at home. Phase two of the experiment began under strict environmental controls. I began peeping into my neighbor's windows, my distant neighbors. I looked for the least sexual female in our town who left her shutters open.

I don't know her name. I never went back. But she can be proud today for instilling the respect I have for women and the discipline I learned to avoid future disasters. She was an old woman, probably in her sixties. Her house was perfect. Its dilapidated, unfenced grounds, raised weeds as tall and thick as my fourteen year-old head. Slinking through her overgrown backyard, I spied the woman sitting down for a cup of tea. It was late, eleven o-clock, an hour past my bedtime. My mother had been giving me and Rodney the silent treatment since the incident. More about that later. Breaking curfew was the least of my concerns.

For a sixty year old, my target wasn't all that bad looking. Her skin wasn't very wrinkled, and she didn't wear clothes that looked like a tea cozy. She even kept her breasts standing at three o-clock, probably with some modern version of the corset. Imagining having sex with her wasn't the hardest thing in the world, but I had to work on it. That was the clue which unlocked my mystery.

What was this thing I did to women whenever my dick got hard? It had begun wholly without any knowledge or control on my part. Dick hard - women horny. Life expectancy, less than a year. Somebody else was bound to figure it out, and there was no way I could continue a program of masturbation five to eleven times a day. I'd wear my cock down to the size of a tooth pick! I still wasn't sure it was me, but I was pretty sure. Maybe it was just my dick.

So there I was, late at night, hidden in tall weeds, peeking at somebody's well preserved granny as she sipped a cup of tea. In order to proceed with my experiment, I had to get a hard-on. This scene may be somebody's fantasy, but it wasn't mine. I was a little cold, guilty to be thinking sex about a nice old lady, and slightly worried a SWAT team was waiting to make their move from behind the house across the street.

Well, there had to be something sexy about it. I thought and thought. There's always something you can find to get turned on about. I gave her breasts a second look and then a third. They were kind of pointy. What if the little woman had gotten a boob job from the local fashion surgeon? What if she was really a hot momma who sipped her tea and thought about teenage boys she flashed her tits to in the park.

I thought about her sitting on a park bench, feeding the pigeons wearing a colorful, unbuttoned blouse she kept closed with one hand. When some young bub like me walked by, she would cough and let her blouse open in his direction. Maybe she was thinking about teenage cock right now. What if she used her manicured tits to lure boys back to her quaint, blue speckled wall papered home, to suck on their cocks while they groped her enhanced breasts and fingered her hot and dripping cunt.

Okay, I could feel the lump growing in my shorts. It was working.

The semi-old woman stood up and set down her tea. She went to the stove and lifted the tea pot. She returned to refill her cup.

I was soft again.

Fuck it. I reached my hand down my pants and thought of my mom. "I have to fuck you or I'm going to die. Please put an end to it. I beg you!" She had yelled at me. When it had happened for real, it made me wilt faster than the little old lady. When I fantasized about it, my cock grew an extra cock just to store the excess blood. I was rock hard.

The old woman stopped drinking her tea. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes seemed to be searching the kitchen. She looked out her window. I ducked down quick. I watched her stand up and walk towards the window. She was about to close the damn curtains!

Then I saw her tits. They were pretty big for her small waist. Maybe she did have a boob job. Maybe she was wearing a push-up corset. My original fantasy about her using her tits to lure innocent boys to her house came back to me on its own accord. Hell, I thought, I could fuck her tits!

Her arms reached up to grab the drawstring, but instead they landed across her chest! I was seriously thinking about fucking her tits. My hand was still in my pants. I imagined the most youthful pair of perky tits around the slim waist of an old woman. My cock was creaming with enough pre-cum to lube the way through the cleft of her white breasts.

I saw her face go white, even whiter than an old woman sitting around a house all day. One of her trembling hands shot itself through her plain green blouse. I think I heard a button snap. She reached for her tit so quickly the sturdy construction of her blouse was no match for her inexplicable desire. She opened her mouth as part of a wild and surprised, but determined expression.

Her hand disappeared under green cloth. It's movements mimicked a tongue swirling around, inside one cheek. Her breath became short. I was beating my meat with an unaccustomed urgency. My mind latched onto the idea that my cock had entered a hyper-dimensional gateway linking my pants to her blouse. The faster I fucked my hand, the faster her hand rubbed her tit. Her other hand began reaching into her skirt.

Jesus woman, what do I have to imagine now, sticking my cock into your gnarly snatch and plugging you with cum?

I lost it.

Not my cum, but my train of thought derailed at the difficult, erotic notion of fucking the old woman. That was just plain wrong! I might have gotten away with it if I had been closer to orgasm, but I was just beginning, and the change of gears from perky tit fucking to old cunt fucking was too much too soon.

My cock didn't soften right away. The fantasy I weaved unraveled, and I found myself stroking a good beat and simply enjoying the feeling of hand on dick. It felt pretty good. The old woman continued reaching into her skirt, perhaps even fingering her cunt, but her tit hand suddenly freed itself and yanked on the curtain's drawstring. My first voyeured woman disappeared from my life forever. I didn't even jack myself off to completion. I scrambled away, hoping distance might correct the problem of my special horniness. Previous situations had supported an inverse-square law for my 'horn key'.

I walked home, thoughts swirling. I was pretty sure I had discovered what I needed to control my effect, but I still faced the same dilemma every horny teenager faced. My dick listened to no one else and rarely to me. Until my hormone spurting glands withered from age, I was a walking hurricane of desire. Either I would have to learn to use my power for the good of mankind, enslave all women to my perverse will, or join the Navy. I hear they've got drugs for dampening sexual energy.

The trick was concentration. I had to focus my thoughts on what made me horny, and then I could control the actions of women within range. Undisciplined horniness was received by women as general desire, powerful desire without a proper throttle for control. Women went sort of mad with horniness. While that might be nice for a wild weekend, everyday living would be hell on earth.

I don't know where it came from, how it actually works, nor why I had been 'blessed' with it. It sure seemed tied in with my recently acquired, natural ability to impregnate women. Maybe since puberty had occurred late in my youth I got a bonus prize. Great, now that I had figured out a crude way to control it, I suddenly had to learn how to discipline myself or I would likely end up in a bad way. This is no different than the life of other fourteen year-olds.

Even worse, in my English class, I was the guy who hated to read book assignments about rites of passage. They all seemed so phony. Well to say the least, I doubt anyone has written a rite of passage story more ridiculous than my own.

As I said, my thoughts swirled. Exactly what the hell I was doing? I don't know. The actual mechanism of my power remains a mystery, just as the mechanism of electricity remained unknown decades after electricity had been used around the world. I guess I'm just not the kind of person who can believe in magic, even when its shooting out of my cock. Pheromones might be the most logical agent (except not through a closed window), but Kirlian photography, Satan's finger up my ass, and a host of other fraudulent sciences might be revived, yet again, to explain the matter. I didn't care. I believed I could fuck any woman, any time, and they liked it, whether or not they liked it.

Chapter 4

Out of practice comes discipline. Only through discipline can one practice. I had learned the secret of my erection's effect, but learning to control it proved as dangerous as letting heated desires run amok.

I mentioned that mother had kept silent since the evening everything fell apart. She answered quietly and succinctly when asked specific questions like 'Where are my socks', but she ignored everything else. I think she might have even talked with a shrink. I found a phone number for a Dr. Shigswon on the phone pad, but the number had been crossed out.

Two days after I visited the little old lady, I made a fateful decision. I would fight two demons with the same magic, my demon and my mother's. It reality they were the same demon, and its first victim had been my mother. Drastic measures must be taken. Guilt over this bothered me to the point where I didn't have an erection for three days. I missed an entire day of school worrying over my plan and praying I didn't hurt her.

Nearly two weeks after driving my mother to sexually assault her children, I sought her out and confronted her. I think Rodney was out of the house confronting his own demons. He hadn't spoken much either.

"Mother, please sit with me and listen to something I have to tell you." My heart thrummed like a locomotive clawing its way across the Rocky Mountains.

She tried to walk around me, her head faced the carpet. "Not right now, okay honey?"

"No, it's not okay. We have to talk." Seeing my once proud and feisty mother shy away from me like I were a villain, shamed me. Of course, she was thinking the villain was her.

"Sit down mother." I took her arm and slightly tugged her towards the couch.

She suddenly nodded and actually looked me in the eye. "I guess you're right. Thanks." She attempted a smile. She turned and headed for the far cushion.

Her subordination to my command was an incredible turn on, but I had prepared well. In my left hand I cradled a thorny thistle pod. I clenched it and clenched my teeth in response. My cock demurred to the sudden distraction of pain, barely. I sat on the couch cushion farthest from my mother.

"Honey?" Mom tilted her head at my pained expression.

"This is going to sound..." I began, stalled, gulped, and proceeded. "This is going to sound like total horseshit, but before you get up and walk away, I'm going to prove to you that neither you nor I are crazy.

The word stung her. I could see in her eyes that she wanted immediately to rebuke my choice of words, but her own need to find something she could grasp after two weeks of indistinct nightmares paused her.

"Do you remember when I fell ill, and I was hallucinating?"

"Yes? I remember."

"During my lapses of consciousness, I dreamed of you. You kept by my side so much you walked into my dreams. You seemed prepared for everything that happened. Before I felt chill you had already filled the hot water bottle. Before I began to burn you had refreshed the ice pack. These things you did, because you know me better than I know myself."

"Julius, you aren't the first son I've raised." Mother's eyebrows lifted.

"Yes, but you are highly attuned to me. I believe you can share my feelings when they are strong enough." What I was telling my mom probably was total horseshit, but I had to break the news to her in a way she wouldn't object outright.

"Wh-what are you talking about, son?" It appeared my personal Missouri-ism had roots.

"I'm talking about sex, mother."

She froze like a stone.

"I'm trying to tell you it wasn't your fault. It was mine."

"No, I was..."

"I'm going to prove it to you. Right here. Right now." I let my grip relax, and the slightly bloody thistle fell to the floor. I looked into my mother's eyes. They were grayer than the blue I had always attributed to them. They were beautiful.

"Can you feel this?" I let myself relax and looked deep. My half hard cock jerked. I thought about her lips, how full they were. I thought of them trembling. I thought of her tongue glistening with slick spittle. "Mother can you feel your mouth come alive?"

She caught her breath.

I imagined her mouth moving closer to the turgid flesh within my trousers. I imagined drool, just a drop, leaking out as she unzipped me with her teeth. I could see her mouth, full like a tulip, embracing my humble stone that prayed upon its pillar.

Her tongue pushed out and licked her lips. Mother's pupils turned to pinpoints.

"Tell me, mother. Tell me." I urged her.

"No, th-this can't be happening." She had to use her mouth to speak.

Her fingers reached for her face.

"Suck on your fingers mother."

Her expression drained all color from her face. Her hands reached inside her mouth and lips, like two snakes, closed down upon them. Clear drops seeped out from between her fingers. She closed her eyes and hummed.

"What does it feel like?" I asked her. My cock pressed expansively within my shorts. "Tell me."

"Mmbbllmm. Gu-goood." A tear crept out of her left eye. She gulped down liquid pouring into her mouth from its overstimulated glands.

The part I feared worse than death neared. Could I dare to do it?

I love my mother. She was the one source of my soul and life. The missing father in my past held nothing for me. Here I was, openly triggering my mom's sexual responses and focusing their energies, but to complete the cycle, I had to reach my own satisfaction. All of my mother's beauty and powerful spirit were toys in the fingers of my sexual potency.

I grasp the zipper on my pants and opened it. My other hand reached in and caught the length of my erection. I wriggled it out through the fly in my underwear. The head of my cock broke free of its sweaty confinement, but my mother could not see it. I thought only of her mouth, sucking my cock with languid draws.

Mother slid down the couch cushion. Her lips slurped and smacked. Her idle hand started rubbing up and down her stomach.

Her slurping caused my body to twitch. When she began touching herself, my cock jumped in my hand, but I didn't shoot right then. I freely jacked on my cock and imagined spurts of its pre-cum seeping from her lips. My hips hunched involuntarily.

"That's right mother. Imagine your sucking lips are clamped down around a nice fat dick. It tastes so good mother, doesn't it?" I jerked with emphasis. Little shocks like orgasms stirred in my waist.

"Mmmmmm, sooo gooood." She punched another finger into her mouth and slobber spilled out. Her cheek twitched. Her jaw shook drops of spit over her blouse. Her eyes tightened as a few spasms rocked her breasts. I was pounding my erect prick four feet away from my mother while she sucked on all her fingers, eyes closed, telling herself they were one fat cock suffing her throat.

"Do you like hard dicks in your mouth, mother?"

"Mm, do, mmm doooo." Mom's other hand pushed into her skirt, between her legs. She slid down the cushion some more. Her ass hung half off the edge of the couch. I scooted across and leaned over mother. My hand pounded my meat, and I aimed it at her face.

Mom seemed lost in wherever her own desires had driven her. Her fingers twisted around inside her lips like rowboat oars impelling a lazy trip across serene water. It was the sexiest moment I had ever experienced, and at fifteen, it was like the intense blue of a jet engine where once there had been a candle's flicker. I came like a rocket. Cum raced up from my groin and burned the air with its heat. Sticky hot cum splashed on mom's nose and hand and cheeks. It spilled down my shaft and soaked into my pants. My hand stroked over my cock madly now. The flames in my head exploded in a gigantic fireball.

I grunted like a sated pig.

Mother's hand plunged in and out of her mouth. The hand in her skirt rubbed with enough force to leave her fingers white. She mumbled wildly, slurping and sloshing spit like a butter churn, but when my scalding jism blasted her face, her eyes flew open and locked onto my hand finishing it's successful action. Her eyes expanded to horrified disks, and she pulled her hand out of her mouth just in time to let out a shriek.

"Jules!!!! Aieeeeeee!!!!!!" Her face was a terrified grimace of realization.

I covered my cock, but it was too late. The truth had picked up each of us and dumped us individually into spiked pits. Honestly, I wanted to cry. The effort it had taken to bear my discovery before my mother in a manner she was forced to acknowledge nearly caused me to curl up and die.

Instead, I jumped up and sped out of the room. As I ran, I stuffed my wilting cock back into my pants, nearly cutting it with my zipper. I raced outside. Cum soaked into my trousers and cooled. I ran straight into my brother.

"Jules, what's the matter?" He grabbed me, roughly. For a second I thought he was angry with me. "I heard a shout."

He had been walking up to our front door. The grass in afternoon shade gave green contrast to my red face. "Rodney, I didn't see you."

"That was mother shouting again, wasn't it?"

"NO!" I answered without thinking. "I-It..."

"It was her. She's at it again, isn't she?"

"Brother please, listen to me."

"You can't defend her. It's a sickness. She needs help."

"But, it was me... I mean I was helping her."

Rodney interpreted what I said in the worst way possible. "Oh God, It's too late. They'll put her in prison! Jules, are you okay? Did she injure you? You're trembling... I-I have to put an end to this."

"NO! You don't know what you're talking about. Nothing happened. She didn't touch me." I shouted and backed away, actually intending to bar my brother from the front door.

"Jules, it's no use protecting her. She'll only hurt you again." My brother was so confused by his fear for our mother's sanity and my safety, he ignored everything I said. He pushed me aside and reached for the doorknob.

"I'll prove it to you!" I yelled and punched him as hard as I could. "It's all MY fault, not moms!"

My weak blow must have knocked some of his anger aside. He stopped and looked at me. "How the hell is it your fault?" And he waited for an answer.

I looked him straight in the eye and said. "I don't know." My answer didn't stun him. That fierce look grew back on his face, but before he could resume his march, I hurriedly added. "But I can prove it."

"How?"

"Take me to your girlfriend, Wendy."

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.

Chapter 7

I was surprised by the knock at my door. It sounded while I wrestled with my pajamas. All I wanted was to sleep. My head leapt to the conclusion that mother had chased me, still bent on throwing me out. I briefly wondered if I deserved such a fate. Then I hear Lynn ask through the door.

"Hey butt-head, what the hell's going on?"

"Nothing. Just go back to bed."

"Don't tell me nothing. I woke up and mother was yelling. She's locked her door and isn't talking. Are you in trouble?" Lynn fumbled with my doorknob and let herself in.

"Go away, sis. I don't have an answer for you."

"Did you do something to her?" Lynn stepped close with a dark look on her face.

"Lynn, I really don't want to talk about it." I was angry now. My best fantasy had ended in breaking my heart, and my weird power was proving to be more dangerous than I could have imagined. I wanted to escape it all, but here was my young sister, trying to drill a confession out of me.

"Hmmph!" She punched me, not too hard. I slapped her right in the face.

"Shut up!"

She jumped like lightning struck her. I had never hit her before. She looked like she was about to cry, and then she turned and ran out of the room.

I had to shut the door behind her. I fell on my bed and curled up in my blankets. My mind was so confused. I could have lain away all night, but I was exhausted, mentally, physically, and sexually.

I dreamed of waking up, in the middle of the night, peeking out from beneath the covers. A large shadow stood at my bedside, looking down. It receded, like a mist and flowed out the open door.

My door was still open when I woke to sunlight. I lay in bed, dreading to get up. The LCD clock on my dresser ticked silently. Minutes flowed like hours. I listened. The house was quiet. It was a Tuesday. Lynn and Shell should have left for school by now, and I should have too. My mother might be anywhere, out shopping, cleaning downstairs, signing me up for military school. I wondered where Rodney had been all night. Then I remembered my dream. I shivered.

Eventually, my body woke up to the day, against my mind's wishes. I had to pee, and I smelled. I imagined green fur growing between my teeth. My breath could have cut a swath through a jungle. The only thing I didn't feel was a hard-on, for the first time in years. All these exaggerations reminded me that I was a creature of habit. Except for the pee. I wasn't imagining that. I slipped out of bed and cautiously approached the upstairs bathroom. All was clear.

Thus my day began, toilet led to shower, led to my toothbrush, led to gargling salt water. Thank God, I didn't have to shave yet. I wrapped a towel around my midsection and walked casually back to my room.

Rodney was sitting on my bed. He didn't look like he had washed yet or even slept. "We have to talk." He stated.

I tried to remember my promise to grow up. "I have to dress." I told him.

"Just tell me one thing."

"What?" A certain fear returned to me. His hateful mask of yesterday hung between us.

"What did you do to mother last night?"

"That's none of your business." I forced myself to say. What I really wanted was to hug my brother, like I used to when I couldn't be strong.

He stood up, and I backed away. "Tell me!" I saw his fist clench. "Lynn said that she was yelling and groaning, and you were with her. She heard you shouting too. What did you do?" My brother followed me.

"Rodney, please calm down." I stepped backwards, out into the hall. He advanced.

"You-you, DEVIL!" He punched the door.

Footsteps pounding up the stairs interrupted us. "Stop it! Stop it!" Mother rushed to intervene.

"Mother, if he hurt you or made you..."

"Rodney, get away from him." Mother had to catch her breath, but she stared her oldest son down. Rodney continued to glare at me. He took a step away, between mother and myself.

"Rodney, we're a family, and we have to help each other."

"He didn't help you, last night, did he?" My brother now glared at her. But mother wasn't a weak woman. She hadn't raised four children by herself by taking any guff from them. Even last night, when she couldn't resist my power, she never gave in. She had considered many things since then.

"No, he didn't." Mother looked at me, and I felt shame. "I helped him." She continued. "He told you about his problem."

"He humiliated me at the Palnasus'. Wendy..."

"He didn't believe me. I had to show, him, but things got out of control. Rodney, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"It's too late." Rodney spat.

"Quiet." Mother spoke evenly to her oldest. "Rodney, he went to you first. He wanted you to help him. He was afraid, and you rejected him."

"Yeah, if you hadn't got all angry maybe I wouldn't have gone home." I said without thinking.

"Hush up!" I was scolded firmly. "Jules, go to your bedroom, now!" Mother ordered.

I must have had just enough pout as I slunk back into my room. She gave me a threatening look. I closed my door and put my ear against it.

"Mother, he can hear every word." Rodney started.

"Listen to me, Rodney. We're in real trouble. This isn't a joke. We have to find a solution."

"So you're going to just keep fucking him?" My bother accused her.

The loudest smack I ever heard cracked through the thin, plywood.

"How dare you, Rodney!" She tried to recover her cool.

"Mom, he's dangerous. I know it."

"He's your brother and just a young boy. He's has to understand what he's done wrong. He has to learn to control himself. I need you, Rod, to help me and him."

"B-but he raped you mother!"

"It wasn't like that." Mother's voice stumbled.

"He put his filthy hands on you and forced you." Rodney wasn't listening to what our mother said to the contrary. Rape is wrong, and he knew it. He refused to accept any middle ground.

"Honey, let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain. Either he raped you, or... are you just a whore, mother?" Rodney shouted.

I expected a sound like thunder to follow, but mother didn't hit him again. I wasn't sure what I heard. I think it was a sniffle.

"Please, son. We have to..." "We have to do something before he attacks Lynn or maybe Shell. What will you say then? He's a monster, mother."

"NO!" Mom shouted back. "He's just a child."

"Children don't rape their mothers." Then I heard loud footfalls. They faded down the stairs.

"Listen to me." Mother called after him.

The next thing I heard was myself, sobbing. I slumped to the floor and my head fell against the door. Mother must have heard.

"Jules, honey, it'll be all right." She walked away, following Rodney.

I spent the rest of the morning in my room. Only hunger drove me to the kitchen. Mother wasn't around. I saw Rodney hacking out the weeds in our back yard. It looked like he wasn't being too picky about what was a weed and what wasn't.

I poured myself a glass of milk and grabbed a cold tub of leftover okra. I didn't care what I ate. I quickly exited to the living room. I thought I might watch some television, but instead I slunk into the couch when I heard the back door open. Rodney found me as quickly as if he had me on radar.

"Julius, I'm not going to forgive you, even if mother does. If I hear so much as a giggle from any of the girls, with you near them, I'll beat you with the television set." He said, and then he walked away, whistling.

I managed to turn on the TV, but I didn't watch it. I ate the okra, drank the milk, and stared at the grains of snow dotting whatever show was running. The doorbell rang, days or seconds later. I didn't know which. I got up and answered the front door.

It was Wendy.

"Hi twerp, is the man of the house around?" She snickered.

I didn't know what to say. I nodded and let her in. She didn't appear the least afraid.

"Probably in his room, whacking off, eh?" Wendy commented as she walked past me towards the stairs. I was dumbfounded, not by her attitude, but at her clothes. I'd never seen her dressed the way she was. Wendy was dolled up like a prostitute. She wore large dangling earrings, a black curly rug for a coat covering a gold lamay top that stretched across her breasts and left their size unarguably defined. Below, she walked in incredibly short jeans and fishnet stockings. Only her phat sneakers and rumpled leg warmers spoke of the teenager I use to know. Wendy had painted her face for war. I'd never seen her wear makeup before, except for Halloween. Today was the first time she frightened me.

I couldn't move. I watched her pert ass strut past me. Even in sneakers it bounced firmly across her wide hips. I swallowed to keep myself from drowning, looking at her legs. Each step produced a work of art. She disappeared sultrily up the stairs.

Of course, my dick grew like a weed. It took me a couple seconds to recognize the state I was in. I gulped once more. I had to do something. I looked out the open door in my hand. I could leave right now and spare further trouble. Or, I could give my brother a taste of his own bile. I shut the door and crept up the stairs until I could hear them.

"... what did you think, I'd stay pissed off? Gee, you've got a lot to learn about women." Wendy laughed.

"Your father, he was furious." My brother worried.

"Oh, he still is, but mom's been trying to cool him. That's why I got sent out of the house. I think they're at it for the third time since last night."

"You're kidding!"

"It's not like it's a record or anything." Rodney's girlfriend sounded a little catty. She switched to a more alluring tone. "Anyway, I got to thinking how my boyfriend was kicked out of school and my own house in only a couple days, and I asked myself, how lucky can a girl get?"

"I'm sorry, Wendy. I can't begin to explain it. I hope you will forgive me." He must have thought she was being facetious.

"No, really, I came here to find out how lucky a girl can get!" Wendy said it like it was a command.

"Huh?" My older brother wasn't the smooth operator I had imagined him. After all Wendy was the sweetest girl in school. He must have landed her somehow.

"I think I like your blathering least. Now come to momma and show me what you got. We've been dating for almost four months, and you've never once kissed my tits."

For the last minute, they were the only things I had been thinking of.

"Look Wendy, I don't think this is a good time. Hey, what are you doing?" Clothes ruffled, heavily at first like a coat and then something similar to plastic wrap peeled off a saucer.

"No, you look, here." I heard the girl's voice counter. My ear was pressed against the door. My mind pictured their positions as best I could, and I imagined what they were doing as objectively as I could. Then I projected my will as my hand reached inside my pants. In my head, I saw Rodney sucking on Wendy's exposed tits.

He must not have responded sufficiently for Wendy's growing desire. "Rodney, you get right over here and suck on my tits or I'll never speak to you again!"

I heard a body move on the bed followed by a muffled gasp. Occasional, kissing like sucking sounds proceeded over the next two minutes. "Oh, that's it lover." Wendy mewed. I think I could hear her fingernails scratching his scalp, but I might have only imagined it. Next, I had to get her even more excited.

"Place your hands here." She then ordered.

"Your hand's already there."

My thoughts had traveled to her belly. They kept traveling. A zipping sound followed.

"Ohh, yes put'm in my pussy!"

"Wendy, please I-I'm not sure we should." "Hush up, right this instant. You are in no position to decide anything. Either do what I tell you or find a new girlfriend."

"Okay, okay. I just thought we might want to talk first - pbbblllssst"

His voice vanished into a slurp! She must have pulled his head back to her breasts. "Now move those fingers! Ohhh, you're making me so horny!"

I had to suppress a giggle. If Rodney only knew... I began. Then I began to worry. Maybe I was trying too hard. If he suspected what I was doing, I wasn't doing myself any favor. I had to get away. I slunk backwards across the hall and crept downstairs. I decided to let whatever happen, happen. I went outside for a long walk around the neighborhood.

When I returned, mother's car was in the driveway. I hadn't noticed its absence when I left, but it's return reminded me of the shame I had earned. I stood at the end of the driveway, wondering if I should go back inside.

Instead, mother came outside. "TRAMP!" she yelled! In rage's grip, mother dragged Wendy out of our front door and threw her onto the lawn. The poor teenager rolled on the grass, trying to keep her clothes from falling off. She had managed to pull her jeans back on, but not snap it's top button, In one hand were her panties. Her other clasped the rug coat across her chest "I never want to see you in my house again!" Mother hurled the gold lamay top after her.

Wendy scrambled up, abandoned the lamay, and ran sobbing down the street. I looked at my mother. She was livid. I had never seen her so angry. What the hell had happened?

Apparently, she had caught her oldest son fucking his cock into Wendy's pussy. Her breasts were marked from his teeth, and his hands had been punching multiple fingers into her butt-hole. She had caught them not in the bedroom. Their lovemaking had spilled out into the hall and threatened to careen down the stairs. Mother panicked, thinking yet another sexual disaster had occurred in her home. This I had to piece together over the next few days, as nobody was talking about it.

Mother noticed me at the end of our driveway. She gave me a curious look.

I threw my hands up. "I didn't do nothing!" I called. "I've been out for an hour."

She turned back inside. I had to follow. Our home was once again filled with the sound of passionate intercourse. I stepped into the living room and could hear them from upstairs.

"But I was going to pull out in time."

"Look, Rodney this may be your home, but it isn't your house. I have some rules. I don't care if you got her pregnant with triplets, but do it like every other teenager, in the back seat of a roller coaster." Mom's fury seemed to be calming.

"Why'd you have to treat her so mean?"

"Look, I overreacted. I didn't recognize her at first. Why was she dressed up like a cheap slut? Had the two of you planned this?"

"No mom, she just showed up wearing all that sexy stuff. She was all over me. Wait a minute. Jules! I bet he let her in. Yeah, the creep must have got harder than a peanut. I'll pound him!"

"Wrongo, Rodney. You're the one on the punishment list today. Apparently your brother wasn't even around. I saw him on the sidewalk earlier. Don't go blaming him for every little deviancy."

Rodney finally relented. "What am I going to say to Wendy?"

"Everything will be fine. I'll call her tonight and apologize." She promised.

"Mom?"

"Yes Rod?"

"I wish you'd reconsider, about Jules. I just know he's going to hurt you, if not the girls." He pleaded.

"We've already discussed that. You'd better reconsider it yourself. Someday, you may need his help."

"I don't want his kind of help." Rodney spat.

"Then you'd better follow the rules I set in this house or move out on your own."

"Yeah, well it is your house. I guess you can make or break any rule you want." The sass in my brother's voice could be cut with a thread.

"That sounded a little too much like attitude. Can it." Mother rebuked him.

I heard sounds of movement then, and I ducked into the kitchen. Mother appeared just as I was sneaking out the back door.

"Hold it right there." She was still in her high and mighty mode.

"Yeah mom?" I halted, mid-doorway.

"Did you let Wendy into the house?" She began to unpack the grocery bags she had brought in.

"Uh huh."

"How long did you say you were out?"

"Mom, the way she was dressed, I had to leave, or you know what could have happened."

"It did."

"I swear, I didn't force anybody to do anything."

"Hmmmm." Mother pretended to read the ingredients on a box of cake mix. "We'll talk about it more later tonight, in my bedroom."

Chapter 8

After mom called Wendy that night, Rodney left to meet her and try to save their relationship, again. Lynn and Shell were tucked into their room, and I was told to knock on my mom's bedroom door once they slept.

"Come in Jules."

I gripped the knob and twisted. The door moved awfully slowly. If I could have opened it slower I would have. Mother stood next to her bed, wearing a loose, green silk nightgown and brushing her long, dark hair.

"Gee mom, I could come back later." Like maybe next week?

"Close the door behind you. We have to talk."

"Umm, okay." The click of the door latch sounded like the seal of my doom.

"Come and sit down." She indicated the bed beside her with her knee. Her gown rustled like warm wind.

I walked to the side opposite her and sat. So far my dick remained inert.

She watched me as I walked around her bed.

"Jules, I've been wondering."

"Y-yes mom?"

"Do you think I look sexy?" She tilted her head and smiled at me.

Now I thought my mother was the most erotic creature on Earth. Her hair, she so seductively brushed, flowed across her shoulders like silken licorice. It fell down her back in curtains of midnight water. In figure, she'd added a few pounds since her prime, but the keen wisdom shining in her eyes made her more beautiful than a super-model. Her breasts hung a trifle low, but their modest size gave them a subtle, but alluring cleavage. Fat tits are a waste of good chocolate, I say. Fine breasts are gourmet platters. Mother's were an artist's master-work. Her belly was just big enough to be soft, without waves. Her hips, wide and womanly, and her toned legs, I remember their grip the previous night. She had used them together to suck me into her wanting loins.

Something was wrong. My cock, it wasn't getting hard. I was surrounded by the inviting glow of my nautilly clad mother. The air sustained the subtle perfume of her sex, and I hadn't had sex in 24 hours. My mind swirled with ardor, but my dick lie in my groin like a dead slug. Mother must have noted my initial panic. She walked around the bed and took me in her arms. I listened to her whisper in my ear.

Mom hadn't asked her question, expecting an answer. "See, my naughty boy, there are greater things under the sun than sexual psychic powers, or God's meddling with genetics, or whatever the hell's going on with you.

"You - you did something to me. The meal! You put something in the meatloaf!"

"No, honey. Not at all."

"But what is it? What's happening? Why am I so soft?"

"It was the chocolate cake." She winked and released me. Mother stood up and went to her dresser. She set her brush on top of it.

I was about to squeak out, 'why?', but it was instantly obvious. I had raped my own mother. "But mom, is it healthy? What did you use? I'm a teenage boy. What if I'm suppose to get hard a lot. How often do I have to eat that stuff? And for how long? Will it damage me? What about my sexual adulthood?"

"Oh, I think you crossed that line yesterday. How does it feel to have YOUR sexuality manipulated?" She did not speak this cruelly. She asked it only to underscore her lesson. "Jules, I laced your cake to prove you can control your desires, even if you have to use a drug."

"I don't know what to say."

"I'm not going to poison you, and if you'd like, we can experiment with what it will take to let you stay in control. But that's a decision you have to make. Jules, this is more important that your biological imperatives. You have to control yourself, or your brother will be proven right, eventually." Mother walked back to her side of the bed.

"Okay. I guess I deserved it." My eyes were misting up. "I-I know you didn't deserve what I did last night."

"Hush. That's in the past now. What will you do about your future?" Mother sat down on her bed. "The current problem is, I've been thinking about you, a lot. Ever since last night, I've had the oddest cravings. I was furious at you yesterday, but by morning I couldn't get the memory of you inside me, out of my head. I'm worried your power has serious after-effects."

"Do you think," I grew alarmed, "maybe that's why Wendy dressed up like a hooker."

"Poor girl. When I called her, she sounded so ashamed. She admitted she liked Rodney very much, but she had never imagined going all the way so early in their relationship. She told me, if her father found out, she wouldn't be allowed to leave her house ever again. What they did was really foolish, but I should have reasoned with them instead of going ballistic. I promised her he wouldn't find out. Got that?" She intoned adamantly.

"Yes, yes. I won't tell a soul, but let's hope the neighbors weren't watching. What about you, mom? What did you mean by cravings?"

"I've been struggling with my feelings." Mother confessed. "Honey, what you did was very powerful for me. I haven't been with a man for a long time. You know I don't like to pick up dates. My four children cause me enough distress. I don't need a man to add to the excitement." She paused and looked deep into my eyes. "All day I've been fighting being excited around you."

"Mom, maybe I should go. Maybe my power doesn't need a boner for an antenna."

"No, it's not the same, at all. The first time it happened in the kitchen, when I went berserk, afterwards I felt the same things. I got really horny, and I couldn't get you or Rod out of my fantasies. The feelings lasted for a couple days, but you're my son's after all. I kept a lid on it." Mother pulled herself across the bed and smoothed her gown. She studied me longingly. Her pupils dilated like black tea cups.

My eyes grew wide at her revelation. "Th-then you must be feeling..."

Suddenly my mother shrugged off her nighty, and her tits popped into view. "Please son, suck mommy's nipples!" She reached out and grabbed my head.

"Hey! Ohh- plllppt!" So much for her letting me choose my own level of control.

She planted my mouth squarely upon a breast and she cooed delightedly as she stroked my hair. "Mommy can't control herself. She needs you honey. She needs her son to make her feel good again. Suck me good honey. Suck my tits real nice."

What can I tell you? My dick might have been a poster child for Viagra, but as I was about to learn, a hard dick isn't everything. I sucked on my mom's tit like it was fresh melon. My nostrils tickled from imaginary wisps of honeydew and cantaloupe. Her fingers ran through my young locks reassuringly. I forgot all our troubles, but I did worry a little about her strange regression to baby talk. It sounded so uncharacteristically submissive. It was like I was with another woman who was also my mother. My dick would have hardened to steel at her first words if it weren't for the nasty chemicals I had been fed.

"Ohhh, yes son. That's right, just right, that's just what your mother needs. So strong, your mouth sucks my tit wonderfully. Here, pinch mommy's other nipple." She took my hand and pressed its fingers to her bare breast. I twirled her dark bud and tugged it lightly. "MMMmmmmm!"

Beneath me, I felt a hand fumbling at the base of her gown. She was pulling it up to her waist.

"I'm burning up inside. How can I be doing this? I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself. I need you Jules. Mommy has to free herself. She needs to set herself free!" She managed to push one hand between her thighs and sink a finger or two inside her dripping slot. She groaned upon first contact and she leaned into my face.

I slurped and pinched the best I knew how, but it was only my second time.

"Mmmnngh, my tits love what you're doing to them. Ohh!" I felt her hand moving rapidly beneath my torso. Her other hand pressed me tightly against her.

"Oh Lord, is this so wrong?" She cried out. I think she might have had a couple tears in her eyes. The good feelings I gave her tits and she was giving her cunt must have fostered no little guilt. For a few moments we simply worked at our lustful labors. Then she seemed to make a decision.

"Oh, honey, mommy is so sorry she doctored your dessert! Can you forgive me?"

I had to pull my mouth away, but she relaxed her grip on my skull, anticipating my need. "Can you forgive me? I never should have taken you last night." I turned and sucked her other nipple into my mouth. I switched the hand that held me up and teased the one left wet and swollen.

"No, you couldn't help yourself, just like mommy can't help herself right now. We are linked, our desires. We must relish them. Damn, if only I hadn't poisoned you!" She swore.

"You did what you had to. I needed to learn."

"No, silly child of mine. I need more from you. I want you to fuck me!" She shook her head, frustrated. "But you can't!" She sighed explosively. Beneath me, her fingers flashed angrily, in and out of her cunt, desperately trying to quell its hunger.

My thoughts reeled. Mother was telling me she wanted my dick hard, so I could fuck her. Last night, everything she said was at odds with everything she did. Tonight, her mind and body were of one will, but I couldn't deliver. It was maddening. I wanted her so bad!

"Mother, let me suck your pussy. Maybe I can make you cum that way." I spoke as the thought formed.

"Oh, honey, YES!" She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and gripped my head with both hands. I felt her open her legs wide under me. "Yes, suck your naughty mommy. Get down there and suck her cunt. NNnnnnngghh!! I need you so badly. I need to cum!"

With her hands pressing, I quickly shifted down my mom's plush body. I could smell her sex strongly even before my chin passed her pubes. I gulped and prayed I wouldn't get sick from its smell. I still had a child's taste for sweet things. Mother's cunt was rich and dark with adult musks. She pressed my face into her soaked flesh without realizing my concern. My only escape was to suck.

I sucked and I licked her cunt, up and down, and my spit mingled with her juices and her taste mellowed. Soon I was gobbling her satiny lips like they were leaking heavenly nectar.

"My son, my dearest son! That's incredible! Suck me. Suck your mommy's cunt. Eat me and bite me and chew me up into a monster orgasm. Oooohhhhhh! Mommy needs you so much!"

I took another lesson from her and pushed two of my fingers into her cunt. She was so wet with cunt slime and my spit they slipped inside her to their hilts. Her reaction astonished me. She bucked her hips into my face, and I nearly blacked out.

"GOD, OH GOD, I think I'm going to cum!!" She yelled freely.

Thank heavens she didn't cum right away. I was enjoying this vivid meal of my mom's secret center. I slobbered all over her and I sucked in her wide outer lips and out again like a demon. I sucked her clitoris in without realizing what it was and she screamed!

"JULES!! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!! Mommy is going to cum!!!"

Mother started humping my face like a mad woman. "Fuck mommy's cunt! Fuck her with your mouth. Mommy's gotta have her little boy sucking her cunny, making her cum. Ohh, I'm going to CUM!!!"

I think she held out another fifteen seconds, while I buried myself in her pussy and licked and sucked her juice as fast as she spilled it out of her. With one hand deep inside her, plunging my fingers in and out of her cunt, my other hand rubbed madly against her clit. I tongue lashed her and lip smacked her. My face and hands were a united fucking machine.

She came with a roar! Mother hollered and swore. "Fuck me, fuuck f-fuck MEEEEEEEE!!!! Damn and hell and shit and fuck!" Her body thrashed on the bed, and I struggled to keep sucking on her pulsing cooz.

"I'M CUUUUMMMMINNNNGGG!! OHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh CUMMING!!! Jules, don't stop. Don't stop." Her body jerked and jumped beneath my urgent ministrations

I didn't stop until my jaw refused to obey me, my tongue felt dead, and my hands needed surgical intervention to ever be used again. I collapsed at my mother's side and fought for breath.

I heard her gasping quietly beside me.

"Jules, mother needed that. I-I needed that, more than I could imagine." She uttered between breaths. I sensed her change of voice, its reassumption of maturity, of position and self-control. I envied her.

"What are we going to do? I-I don't understand any of it. You, me what are we? Was it my fault again. Am I to blame? What am I suppose to do?"

"Just rest, honey. Rest. You did nothing wrong. It was all my doing, but I'm not sure anymore that it was wrong. Whatever happens next between us, I promise, I won't hold you responsible." She slumped down and covered her waist with a pillow.

Laying next to my incredible mother, I thought about our future. I felt reassured, I wouldn't have to deal with my strange power alone, anymore. I still worried about Rodney, but then something occurred to me. I twisted my head around to face my mother. "What about Wendy, what if she attacks Rodney again, in her own house?"

Mother laughed lightly, and grinned. "You weren't the only one who ate two helpings of cake."

Chapter 9

Mother threw away her vial of boner retardant the next day. Whatever it was, it certainly had a lasting impact. Maybe mother had been a little too eager to teach her son a lesson, or maybe I shouldn't have taken another slice of extra special tasting cake. Both probably conspired to keep my penis soft until the following weekend. I didn't really mind. For one thing, I didn't have to worry about Lynn or Shell. And even Rodney fell in line as tensions lessened around the house. Our sisters knew something strange was going on, (they whispered to themselves in cautious tones) but for the rest of the week, they couldn't fathom a single clue. For another thing, I went to school studiously, while Rodney worked off the Vice Principle's enmity by working in her office. He found out Miss Hardass was just as cruel with her subordinates as she was with students.

"Jules, she's got more teachers upset with her than kids. Even the other teachers in the district call her names. 'Miss Hardass' is a kindness compared to some of them."

By Friday, Rod and I were almost back to square one. He sensed mother had done something, and whatever it was, at least he felt I had been dealt with. Nothing on this Earth could have made me confess.

On the other hand, mother's latent desires from her son's magic dick faded, as did Wendy's. Neither of them attacked a man all week, at least none that Rodney or I knew about. I could feel good about that, too. But I sure missed feasting on mom's fantastic cunt meat. I didn't care if I didn't get hard or cum. While I was sucking her, I had felt like I was really in charge of her, more so than when my dick told her to do whatever I willed.

Saturday morning changed everything.

I woke up much earlier than I usually did on the weekends. My head swam lazily, warmed between two pillows, and my eyes resisted repeated attempts to open them. If I didn't have to pee like crazy, I would have simply fell back to sleep. Something else was going on too. I had an erection, but it felt so strange. Eventually I struggled for full consciousness and opened my eyes. I saw mother, stark naked, sucking on my erect prick like it was manna from heaven, and she was finger fucking herself like there was no tomorrow.

"Mmmmmnnngggg, mmmmmmm." She greeted me.

Suddenly I was comming. I thought I was peeing inside mom's mouth, but the way it jerked out instead of streamed convinced me. Mom sucked down every squirt and then it was her turn to shoot fireworks. "MMMMMMGGGGGG!!! NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!" Her mouth never left my seven towering inches. I wondered if she had missed it that much.

"Mom, what on Earth?" I lay amazed beneath her gorging mouth. She ignored me until the last sparks in her brain zapped themselves out. Finally, her mouth opened and she took a deep breath.

"Not too bad." She said to herself.

"MOM!" I cried.

"Oh hush up. You're acting as if you didn't understand."

"I don't"

She looked sharply at me, almost in accusation. "When I woke up this morning, I found my fingers in my cunt. I rushed to your room and found you in this state. I didn't dare wait a second longer, in case Lynn or Shell were already up. They both like Saturday morning cartoons."

"Oh." I didn't press the issue. Instead I raced to the bathroom.

I was pouring last night's soda pop into the toilet when the real shit hit the fan.

"OH MY GOD, MOTHER!!!" Rodney called from below. His exclamation rocked through the house. I heard mother race away, and I doubt she had had time enough to dress in more than a robe.

I didn't bother to flush. I pulled on yesterday's shorts and ran downstairs where Rod's commotion had begun. I reached the living room in record time, but I was too late.

"YOU WHORE!! YOU STINKING, FILTHY CUNT OF A BITCH!!!!" Rodney screamed at his mother. But mother wasn't looking at him.

I flashed my gaze to that which had struck her harder than my brother's hatred. Before us Lynn and Shell, lay on the carpet, in front of the television, sucking each others' lil' cunnys.

Two cherubs held themselves in an innocent, bare embrace. None of their little titties had grown enough shape to stand distinct from their adolescent bodies. Their cunts were hairless equally. Both of their tight nubbins harbored eager tongues exploring youth's limits. Lynn and Shell acted impervious to the scene around them. They rocked together slowly, grunted softly, and mewed.

"I told you this would happen!" Rodney shouted.

"But Mom, I'm only half hard. Why aren't they stopping?"

"I-I don't know." She continued to stare at her girls. Her eyes weren't completely clear, either. "Honey? Baby? Lynn? Shell?"

Both girls turn one of their eyes to their mother, and then like two merged octopi they cuddled tighter.

"I-I guess they simply like it." Mother's breath shortened.

My cock normally would have softened after cumming as much as I had from mother's earlier intervention. I should have stayed satisfied for hours, but in the presence of my two innocent sisters sucking each other's naked bodies to orgasm, it sprang back to life. My yellowed pair of shorts tented as far as its cotton weave allowed. I forgot the pain of my pressurized bladder. I thought only of how perfect sex could be.

That most beautiful sight, two fearless lovers pleasuring themselves on the thick carpet convinced me once and for all. I was not a demon. My cock was an instrument that played music for all to dance. It piped up a merry tune, and the house lights dimmed. I turned to my mother and reached for her. Already, she was seeking me. Rodney resumed his curses and threats, but his voice faded into the background and disappeared.

"You're going to hell, I tell you, every one of you! You'll burn and despair. You are wicked and deserve eternal punishment and damnation..."

Mother's heavenly embrace found me, and we kissed fully. My arms sneaked inside hers and gripped her waist. I tugged her close and the only flesh not met with flesh were her loins pressing upon the bulge in my shorts. Her wonderful breasts flattened against my chest and our bodies writhed together filling the pores of our skin with each other's oil.

I carefully constructed an image in my mind of Lynn and Shell, locked together, slicking their hairless cunnys with spittle and lapping it up with their eager tongues. Instead of forcing the image into a scenario of my creation, I simply visualized them exactly as they were. Their beautiful symmetry aroused me more than anything I ever dreamed. For my mother, I concentrated upon our own actions, sensing our reality and reinforcing it with my experience of it. In a fashion, I created a feedback loop, but instead of magnifying or intensifying our emotions my power locked into something new, something far more powerful, and I immediately realized I was in perfect control. Finally, after so many failures and missteps, my will freely affected the world without it collapsing.

I was the calm center of a slow whirlwind. Sexuality eased around me in a smear of young tongues and mature breasts, hairless cunnies and dark thatches. My cock, raised like a director's baton, bowed to the rhythms in the room. Always before, when I grasp the eddies, forcing them into my fantasies, dictating my rhythm, I disturbed their structure. Chaos brought the wind low and me with them. There and then, I was a tall blade of grass leaning above the other blades, leading them and writhing with them.

I had ultimately discovered the secret to my weird power, my first sense of real control. At the time, I didn't have a name to call that feeling, but later in my life I read an old Taoist fable that taught the concept of no action. Even now I cannot provide an adequate explanation, but I understood it implicitly, fully, there in the center. One thing I can say about no action is, it requires the absence of ego. When I recognized the magnificence of reality, I was humbled. My two sisters, locked in embrace, untainted by guilt, introduced my chemical lust to the realm of spirits connecting. I let events occur as they may and integrated myself into them. Then, my will perfectly affected the women around me. They understood and obeyed. But too, my will was subject to theirs. We were bonded sexually by our desires, but not by our egos. Our actions arose from a deeper, collective source.

Even Rodney's paranoia had its place in the whole, but that was not resolved until a couple weeks later. He fled the house, yelling into the bright day, as if our whirling had shaken him clear.

I kissed my mother and accepted her tongue into my mouth, allowing it to probe deep. I licked the tip of it with my own and then sucked it gently. Her hands reached my ass and grasp the elastic band of my shorts. She eased them down while her hips rocked her cunt against my hard-on. My hands caressed the length of her back. When I breathed, my chest rubbed her nipples. My tongue wound with hers, and we sucked each other's saliva. My dick slipped free of my shorts just before her hands could tug them no lower. I shrugged them down to the floor and stepped out.

Small hands touched our legs. Shell and Lynn had broken their pairing and had crawled over to us. They wanted new stimulations.

"Why is Rodney angry?" Shell asked innocently.

Mother broke our kiss. "Oh honey, he just doesn't understand. He still loves us."

"When will he understand?" Lynn's rubbed her cheeks against mom's calf. He arm stretched languidly up the inside of her mother's thigh. Mother stepped wider to permit her access.

"I don't know, maybe never, but we must not be afraid." Her arms reached for my head, and she pulled me into another kiss.

"I'm not afraid, mommy." Little Shell gripped my leg securely, but her eyes were staring at my seven inches of manhood. "I-I want..."

Lynn raised herself into a kneel and reached her hand into her mother's cunt. Mom gasped from pleasure, and our kiss broke again. Three dainty fingers slipped inside her wet snatch and squirmed inside.

"Shelley, is this what you want?" I gripped my prick and bent it down at her.

Mother acted. "You have to call it a cock, honey. Nnnnnggg!" Her knees weakened then, and she squatted slightly and spread her knees so that Lynn's face could reach her plunging fingers. "Jules said he was going to fuck you daughter. We can't disappoint him."

Lynn extended her tongue into our mother's snatch and began to suck.

"OOOOooooohhhhh!!!"

"What's fuck, mommy?" Shell hadn't forgotten when she first heard that word.

"Lay down on your back, my sweet girl, and you'll find out." Her mom instructed. She had grabbed Lynn's head and pressed her daughter's face into her thighs. Drips of spit and cunt juice ran down Lynn's face. Mother's groan began at the base of her spine and forged upward until it echoed off the top of her skull.

Shell nodded and spun around on her small ass. She lay back into the thick rug. Her hands trembled a little, gripping the carpet. Her knees automatically closed together, bent so that her feet touched down flat.

"You have to open your legs, honey." Mom chided. "Jules can't fuck your cherry unless you spread them apart."

Little Shell didn't hesitate. She opened her cunt up to me like a beautiful, obscene, peace sign. However, she did raise her head and peeked at her hairless mound. "Where's the cherry? I like cherries."

"So does Jules, but your cherry isn't for you, sweetheart. It's for your big brother. If you give it to him, he'll fuck you." Mother couldn't stand any longer and she sank to the floor with Lynn's tongue stuck inside her cunt like a bee gorging within a fabulous rose.

Shell pursed her lips and pulled them to one side, uncertain. She observed the proximity of her baby cunny to my approaching length of prick. "Is this going to hurt?"

I told my littlest sister, "Yes, Shell, just a little bit. Not very much at all, and It'll stop real quick." I kneeled on the carpet and leaned over her. "I'll be real gentle." I assured her.

Her face revealed worry, like a daisy missing a single petal.

Lynn's face convulsed then, pushing mother into an intense orgasm. "UUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!! Don't stop sucking your mommy's cunt. Don't stop!"

"She's getting the feeling, right Jules?" Shelley smiled looking over at her mom.

"Yes Shelley. Do you want to get that feeling?"

"Uh huh." My sister nodded.

I pressed my cock head against her bare little snatch. I didn't push it inside her, just rubbed it up and down the length of her tiny slit. Shelley cooed like a mother dove.

"Ohh, but it's so big. Is it going to fit?" She gulped.

"Don't you pay her no mind, Jules." Mother cried. "You have to fuck her cherry! Oooooohhhhh Lynnnnn, my honey, my sweet, you're sucking mommy so good!" My eldest sister plunged her hand all the way into our mother's cunt and set off an orgasm larger than the first.

"FUCK HER!! SCREW HER LITTLE CUNT, AND FUCK THAT CHERRY RIGHT OUT OF HER! Fuck little Shelley - fuck her now!"

I couldn't delay fucking her any longer, but my sincere love for Shell kept me from plunging all seven inches of my thick shaft into her cunny 'til my groin smacked her thighs. I almost did, I was so hard and hot. I wanted to spear my sister's baby cunt lips and dig into her puss like a drilling machine. Instead I raised my head and yelled. "FUCK!"

Then I pressed my cock determinedly into my little sister's bare cunny. My thick cock head pushed her tiny labia aside and slipped inside, expecting next to break through her young hymen. My prick meat never slowed. It buried it's length into Shell's hole as if her cherry was made of tissue.

She cried out in joy! "Jules, oh big brother. It's so big!! It's inside me. It's filling me up, and feels so good!"

"All the way inside, Shell. All the way." I told her, and I pulled my cock back through her littlest lips and stuffed it even deeper.

"Oooooooooohh" He small form wriggled on the carpet against the weight of my chest. I fucked my cock steadily into her.

"Yes fuck her, Jules. Fuck her right out of her mind!" Mother was certainly out of hers. Lynn plumbed her fist, sinking half an arm into her mother's cunt,. Mom's cunt was like a cavern. It was that big. I almost could have pushed my fist into, when I was fourteen.

Shell's cunny felt like a tight condom, and my cock pressed her little cervix at the full extent of it's plunging. I wanted to shoot my sperm right through her inner iris and directly into her undeveloped womb. My cock picked up speed in and out of her small vessel.

"I don't see any blood!" Mother demanded. "Are you sure you broke her cherry?"

"Mom!" Lynn lifted her face from her mom's quaking cunt. I thought she should have died from asphyxiation by now. Lynn must have been hiding an aqualung in mom's pussy. Catching her breath, she explained. "I broke her cherry the first night, Jules got a hard on. I shoved a hairbrush her cunny, so I could lick all the way inside her." Her arm sped into our mother's cunt nearly as fast as I fucked our little sister.

"Oooohhhhh!" Shell groaned. "F-fu-fucking... Gooooooohhhhh!" Her pliant body took the thrusts from my loins like a sack of jello. Her nubbin titties wriggled and jiggled. I tried to taste them with my tongue, but already I was feeling a tightness in my balls.

Lynn's revelation explained a lot, and she told me more later. That first night, when the females at the table first felt my power, Lynn had noticed me fumbling with my hard-on under the table as I tried to position it in a less obvious orientation. They had gone to their room, and Shell had been the first one to break down and openly finger her pussy. That triggered Lynn's response and soon she was masturbating with her hairbrush. She watched her sister trying desperately to ease the desire in her young head, and the more she watched, the swifter she drove herself to orgasm. Shell wasn't as experienced with finger-fucking. She had only played with her lil' puss till it just tingled before, but it wasn't enough to save her from the heat in her body. After two incredible cums, Lynn took pity on her sister and sucked her pussy while she drove her hairbrush handle into her little sister's sweet cunny. Perhaps Lynn will continue to have lesbian tendencies in her future, but all things sexual are as certain as snake eyes.

Lynn loved pushing her fist into mother's snatch. She smiled gleefully, and her free hand played in her own cunt vigorously. Mom had already cum once, and she was trying to make her come again before she did.

Shell continued to moan and groan, beneath me. I studied her eyes as I bore into her soft but tight hole. "Shell, I'm fucking you. Do you like it?"

"Uh, huh." She tried to sound brave, but her eyes told a the true story. She worried about what would happen next. The cock that slipped so swiftly inside her pert, young mound was a new thing to her. She wished she had had more time to play with it before it dove into the center of her body and shook her with my efforts.

"You love it, you baby bitch; you young cunt slut!" Mother rapidly approached her second round of sensational, internal explosions. She grabbed her older daughter's head and plastered her face back on her clit. I was getting little worried, myself. I had never seen mom so wild. I wondered briefly if our earlier explorations and debauchery had led her to such a wicked state. It made my balls rumble, to think about it.

The night when I led mother into her room, I thought I was saving Shelley from my power as she munched on her sandwich. I was wrong - little Shell was still within my range, and she had to stop eating and search for her sister. She found Lynn naked on her bed, just beginning to fuck herself with her hair brush. Shell simply climbed in bed, took off her clothes, and swallowed Lynn's clit into her little mouth. She gave her big sister an even bigger orgasm than Lynn had experienced during their previous interlude. They had no name for the lust which regularly overwhelmed them. To their naive thoughts, it seemed quite natural. They never imagined telling anyone else. Young sisters stick together to show older brothers they didn't need them.

My rumbling balls spanked lightly upon Shell's ass nook, the split in her baby asscheeks right at the base of her beautiful cunny. I was going to shoot soon. I had seven inches of hard cock plunging inside my nine year old sister, and I watched her eyes change from trepidation to tempest. Shell was shouting now.

"Oh, Jules it's so good!!" She whimpered. "I want you fucking me all the time. I want you inside me, making me get the feeling."

"Cum, Shelley - damn you little slut! I want you to cum at the same instant your brother shoots his incestuous seed inside your filthy baby cunt. I want your cunny to suck up his hot jism right into your little womb!" Mother bucked her twat against Lynn's arm while she yelled at her youngest daughter. She held Lynn's face to her engorged love button and raked it across Lynn's lips. "OOOOOOHHHHHHH GOOODDD!! I"M CUMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!"

Lynn frigged herself just as passionately, and even through the slobbery mess of mom's hairy cunt, we could hear her grunting and howling from waves of pleasure.

Shell, my panting fuck toy and my precious little sister, gasped for air. She couldn't breathe as a tsunami of orgasmic force crashed upon her entire physique, and her brain ignited from excitement and nearly painful joy. The tide in her body crashed upon the blaze in her head, and they consumed each other and gouts of steam screamed out of the pores in her skin like train whistles. "FUUUUUKKKKKK MMEEEEEEE, AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

Boiling cum exploded out of my cock just as its tip smashed into her womb, splitting her cervix wide open and dumping a dozen pulses of her bother's cum straight into the well of her soul. My prick gushed six more spurts as I pulled out and another seven coursed into her loins as I plunged my cock back inside her. I humped her and spilled my seed into her for almost a minute. Each release shook my brain with lightning bolts of ecstasy. I nearly went blind from the recoil of my shooting balls. I fell on my baby sister with the last of my energy spent inside her cum filled inner chamber. I slid off her and rolled onto my back.

She hugged me then, and we lay silent. Mother stopped hollering her inane blather after her third orgasm, and Lynn finally escaped her mother's grip. Lynn panted for the next two minutes.

I looked around the living room. All four of us had stretched out on our backs. Mother cupped her cunt as if she were keeping her last orgasms from escaping. Lynn's cunt juice soaked hand lay across her naked belly. Her other hand still moved purposefully inside her young cunny. Shell was perfectly still, almost sleeping, except her eyes stared into the air above her. Her arms still held me, but they were too short to encompass my fourteen year old torso.

Time disappeared, like my supernatural erection. Peace reigned until I remembered my brother.

Chapter 10

The last thing I discovered about my power was that, with practice, it increases. The sexual intensity women feel when they are within it's influence never exceeded that night's peak, but over time, my cock's range had increased. The evening I fixed little Shelley a ham sandwich, my power had encompassed our entire house. The girls had been relieving their needs together for weeks while my power expanded. It wasn't long before I found out how far it had extended.

Rodney appeared in the front doorway a few minutes after I began to pick myself up off the living room floor. The women in our family remained in an excited state. This time, my brother ignored our nakedness and the pleasure shining in our faces. He lurched inside, his legs heavy and his face drained. Outside, if the dead of the world had crawled out of the earth, he would have not have lost his mind to the same degree. He looked at me. I had never seen my brother terrified before.

"You are the doom of nations." His whispered, and he slowly pointed at my softening penis. "Th-them, out there," His hand shot behind him, implicating our neighborhood. "it's madness." Rodney looked back out the door, and he froze.

I wanted to comfort my brother, and I went to him. The incredible peace after my family's glorious fucking spree left me without a fear in the world. I didn't feel all powerful, but I did feel as if I existed above normal danger. I wanted to explain the perfection I had found, make him understand it wasn't evil, and welcome him to share it. Just as I reached him, curiosity turned my head to the outdoors, and I witnessed his demons.

A station wagon had driven off the street into our yard. Through it's windshield, I saw the mommy within sucking the small prick of her youngest son. An older boy pushed his meatier cock into her from behind as she leaned over the bench seat to administer sex to her child. Farther away, left of the car, a man ran up the sidewalk, his young daughter chasing him. In her hands, she waved heart patterned panties. Across the street, Old Mrs. Gulderson had tripped her younger neighbor, Mr. Kent, with a garden hose and she was dry humping him in her yard as the hose soaked them both.

I stepped outside and where ever I looked, up and down our street, the ravaging sexual urge had possess every female in sight. I looked upon all of it and saw that it was good. I turned to my bother and smiled invitingly. I reached out to him, but he would not let me touch him. His eyes grew wide from a newly perceived horror, and his mouth spoke without obvious intent. "Oh God no, Wendy." Rodney pushed me aside and ran out against the storm.

I walked calmly back inside my home. Smiling at the lovers recuperating within, I strode leisurely to my bedroom. There I dressed and returned to the living room. My mother and sisters had begun to explore their own after-lusts. My heart soared at the sight of their hands and mouths and cunts, seeking and probing and tasting. I left them there, naked and beautiful, and I walked into the day towards Wendy's. My cock never subsided in fullness, but it did not ache from pressure.

Along the way, everywhere, inside the houses, and upon the lawns, and within the cars, women had grabbed the first opportunity to sate their overwhelming lusts. Women sucked on captured cocks, and they fucked on top of whatever man they could find. Fathers humped into their daughters, and boys timidly fucked their mothers. Brothers and sisters cavorted in the sunlight like dolphins at play. I walked steadily, and my cock grew hard once again. This time I donned the mantle of an entire neighborhood of desire. A tornado of lust raged across our community and I felt the center return to my mind. This time I existed within but separate from the passions careening through their hearts and minds.

I walked onward, knowing what I would find at the end of my path.

My brother was on his knees outside his girlfriend's home. He had nearly fallen into the shrubs growing around the base of their living room window. Light poured into it. Shadows hilighted the agony on my brother's face. He watched with horror at the spectacle within.

Inside, Wendy stood on her hands and knees. She was sucking on her mother's cunt as her father hewed his meat into her depths. He was a giant, and his cock pushed into her like a battering ram. He fucked her with the power of a hero, and her eyes were filled with delight! She munched pussy in a heated frenzy. Outside we could hear their groans of pleasure. I watched tears run down Rodney's cheeks.

I walked quietly to his side. "Brother, let us talk." I reached out to touch his hair.

"NOO!!!" Rodney jumped up and spun around. He faced me, sickness and hate burning inside him, but I let it pass through me. Again I offered my hand. He froze for a instant. "NEVER!!" He screamed, and he batted my hand out of his way. I watched my brother flee madly down the street. Sadness crept into my heart, but I did not despair. I would see him again, one other time, but at that moment I had things to do, for I was the doom of nations.

In the next few weeks, the nearby world changed. Five times a day, the people in my town stopped whatever they were doing. Women sought out the partner closest to them and relieved themselves of a mad desire for sexual fulfillment. Most were dreadfully embarrassed, and half a dozen committed suicide over their actions. Once it became clear that this nightmare affected everyone equally, blame turned away from the individual to just about everything else. They checked the water supply. They checked the air. They checked the food. Some blamed the occult, and others blamed extra-terrestrials. Many flocked to their churches begging for forgiveness, until the repeated mass orgies there convinced most of them that it was God's will.

The rest of the country was given very little time to consider us. By the second week a huge area around our small town was sealed off with a military quarantine. Reporters were either evicted or disarmed. The government pulled every string at its disposal to discredit early reports of sexual madness. Instead they seeded world news agencies with statements about a recurring, but non-deadly 'flu'. Rumors about women rape gangs were quickly ridiculed in the media. Who could believe such a thing? All communications out of the town were physically cut and electronically jammed. No matter how hard they tried, though, the truth would eventually get out.

Three times, the quarantine's perimeter had to be expanded, after women in the national guard and other armed forces began to attack their male counterparts. Male specialists were sent in, but they could find nothing wrong with the women they were able to restrain and examine. The majority of the population, tried to continue with their lives despite its new awkwardness. It was a life only a few people consented to, but their numbers slowly grew.

I limited myself to five times a day after discussing it with mother and my sisters. That's the most they could take over twenty four hours. Every time I let my power roam, it sought farther and farther. I wanted to increase my range as quickly as possible, hoping to reach the closest large city before summer. For the rest of my hard-ons, I dealt with them promptly and usually in a tried and true method. There was much to get excited about!

One sunny afternoon I was masturbating peacefully in our living room, watching satellite news go on about the terrible danger spreading across the state. I always got great orgasms listening to their stupidity. Instilling fear within an entire nation would be a huge turn on for any teenage boy. I might have learned to control my ego, but I was not insensitive to its uses.

The kitchen door opened distantly behind me. I did not dispute its scraping with the fact that mother had taken Lynn and Shell to her room while I strived to get off efficiently. We had already fucked twice that morning.

Suddenly, Rodney jumped out, between me and the television. His eyes were wide with fear. In his hand he wielded our kitchen's sharpest knife, and just as I shouted, he grabbed my pumping hand and tugged it to the top of my dick. Then he neatly severed my cock from it's root.

Blood spewed in every direction. I screamed and fell instantly into shock. The volume of blood pouring out would have killed me in minutes. However, my loving brother had prepared well. His other hand pushed thick, sterile towels into my pelvis and compressed the clean wound. He pressed them there until the emergency team, he had called in advance, arrived. All the while he fought to sustain my life, he kept reassuring me that this was for my own good and for the good of the people. I fainted.

By the time my eyes reopened, the authorities had taken him away. First they dumped him in jail, but when he began ranting, increasingly more adamant about my terrible power, they transferred him to a sanitarium.

The collective sum of me was rushed to the hospital. There I discovered medical science wasn't entirely a bunch of tabloid fad pieces. The surgeon estimated my chances at seventy five percent for a full recovery. Mother and the girls showered me with love and affection through out my ordeal. They never flagged in their support. When an investigator queried Lynn and Shell, separately about Rodney's claims of abuse against them, they denied it with such enthusiasm we were not questioned further.

My cock, however, never again invoked any sign of affecting the women around me. Had the power been a physical thing inside me, unable to grow a new connection? Had it all be psychological and had the shock of emasculation rendered it impotent? I would never learn. Aftershocks swept unevenly across the township for nearly six days, until women realized the compulsion had vanished. Many extended the effect on their own accord, but centuries of repression cannot be cast off in one season of passion. Life in our town eventually returned to the mundane, and despite a predictable shift in the gender of visiting tourists, we managed to convince the nation all was well.

Over the course of the next few years, my family's mutual loss (meaning my severed dick) proved less than disabilitating. It never got as hard as it used to, but it never slacked in overall effectiveness. My three partners occasionally sought me out for a joyful romp in the sack. Even Lynn would stop by my bedroom, on rare nights, for the intimacy of a friendly fuck with her older brother. Otherwise, she was strictly a girl's girl, and competed with me for Mom and Shell's attentions. I never pressured any of them. I guess I really was growing up.

I eventually discovered that there are other ways to spread the seed of revolution. As I grew into my majority, various neighbors grew ever more inviting of our family's secret. We discovered new forms of community that bred trust and good will. Our public lives continued much as it had before I reached puberty.

Wendy and I eventually married, and her parents welcomed my mother's family into hers. We all live in the same house today. Others I have mentioned were changed in different ways. Miss Helen Hargrove was fired for sexually abusing the school football team. Holly Winters visited Lynn a few times, but they were not all that suited for a permanent relationship. She eventually became Vice Principal at the high school. Ursula and Sabrina started a very successful internet website together. And the nice old lady who I spied upon long ago has been sighted regularly at the park, picking up 3 or 4 young boys a week.

Other neighbors, who concluded they could not rationally condemn their natural urges, continue to explore further within my new and expanding circle. All are welcome. We pray, someday our power might reach across nations.

Finally, there was poor, miserable Rodney. The last I heard of my brother was, he had managed to escape the sanitarium. The authorities searched for him briefly and halfheartedly. They never found my brother, but I know he still lurks around our community. My family is not worried. We consider him only occasionally dangerous.

The End