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AsUnbelieveableAsADream

Title: As Unbelievable As A Dream
Keywords: mF, inc, teen, mom, son, brother, sister, mdom, mc, fF
Author: Caesar

As Unbelievable As A Dream

by Caesar, copyright 2001-2002

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:21 $

If you have ever driven across the prairies, you will know just how
boring and mind-numbing it can be. I sat in the back seat staring off
to space for the most part, while wishing I could fall into a deep
sleep as my sister, seated next to me, had.

The roads were straight and flat, and since dad stuck to the main
highways, normally double lane. He cruised about twenty kilometres
above the posted speed limit and so, we often raced past many other
motorists.

I really did not want to go to my sisters wedding, my older sister, as
I hated crowds and functions. But mom was positively beaming while
dad was somber and probably worried about the money. When she was
awake, my younger sister rambled insanely on her brides-maids dress
and all the details about a wedding that held zero interest for me.

My mind often wandered to many imaginative worlds that I created
within my own head - worlds and people of my own making. I have
always been creative, writing stories, drawing - and I used it to
escape from the mediocrity of my life. This was normal for the
introverted teen life that I lead.

This fantasy was me standing before fifty thousand people, the lead
guitar and singer for one of the hottest rock bands - especially with
girls fifteen to twenty-one. They screamed as I strummed through my
riff, dropped to my knees before the crowd of desperate female fans
with their arms reaching toward me and the stage.

"John?"

The images disappeared in a blink and I shook my head to help me
transfer back to this reality. "Yea mom?"

"Did you remember to pack your black dress socks?" I only had one
pair.

With a exaggerated sigh, "Yes mom!" It seemed like she came up with
another question about what I, or my younger sister, brought every few
miles.

Thankfully she was in too good a mood to chastise me regarding my
'attitude', a lecture I frequently endured.

-*-

Dad was speedy by a long stream of cars, all moving behind a large
semi-trailer at its head. Even driving he was asking mom about the
cost of the flowers for the reception while mom did her best to calm
him down without giving any actual dollar figure. It was comic if you
heard it - but frustration maddening after enduring it for hours.

As we sped past the cars I looked into each, people watching, some
even looking back, trying to guess the make and model of the cars. I
also tried to imagine what any of the people in the cars were doing
when they were not speeding through the prairies. Like that weird
haircut that guy wore - had to be a salesmen. And another, with his
wife, just had to be farmers - she did not look happy and he probably
drank too much and she felt her life ruined.

It was a game I played - another way to endure this trip.

Dad suddenly hit the brakes quickly and I heard him curse,
"Shit... cops!" Which meant he slowed down to the speed limit. mom was following the highway patrol with her eyes as we drove cautiously
past them. This was the game did played on trips - cat and mouse with
the highway patrol.

I turned back to my view out my window.

As we were now going the speed limit, I noticed that we were keeping
pace with a large expensive car beside us, a classic silver Mercedes I
think. Naturally I looked through to appraise the trio within - two
ladies and a man, each really old, older than my parents, maybe as old as my grandma.

The woman in the back seat saw me watching her and she broke out in a
wide pleasant smile. I could not help but smile back. She spoke a
couple of words to the man and woman in front and they both turned to
me. The white-haired lady in the front passenger seat waved happily.

They seemed pleased about something? Perhaps the two in front were
man and wife, the girl in back his sister. No the other womans
sister, they did resemble each other. They were just out for a Sunday
drive - don't old people do that? No, I think there is some
convention or another - and the man is independently wealthy from
selling... plumbing supplies.

Suddenly dad sped up and the two ladies were waving goodbye as we
quickly sped past them.

-*-

I stood in line at the busy truck stop, only wanting to buy a can of
Coke and a small bag of chips. Dad was getting gas, mom was looking
for some item or another at the gift shop and my younger sister had
disappeared, as she often does, to the bathroom.

A hand touched my shoulder gently, "Hello?"

I turned to look into the bright green eyes of the older woman from
the Mercedes, the one in the front seat. "Uh... hi."

I noticed the driver, the older distinguished looking man stood next
to her looking rather amused at something.

"I thought it was you?"

She was only being friendly, a fifty-something year old saying hi.

He spoke up, "Sixty actually."

What? "Pardon me sir?" My parents always told me to be polite to my
elders.

"Martha is sixty-something not fifty." He smirked and looked toward
the head of the line, probably wondering why it took so long for each
purchase.

How the hell did he guess I thought she was fifty years old? And
'Martha' certainly looked very good for her age - if she was indeed
sixty years old.

"You were way wrong back there." He wasn't even looking at me as he
spoke.

I looked down to see her arm hooked into his, in her other hand some
bag of dried fruit that they must be purchasing.

"Back where sir?" Truly I had no idea what he was talking about.

He nodded over her shoulder toward the door and the highway. "We are
not going to any convention nor are we out for a 'Sunday' drive.
'Old' indeed!" Rather than look angry he looked amused.

I must have looked completely stupid, my mouth hanging open and my
eyes wide. How the hell... I mean, I was thinking those thoughts not
speaking out loud... and if I had spoken them, how the hell could they
have heard me between two cars with windows shut on the highway?

"You were right about one thing though?" He didn't wait for my reply,
but he finally looked down into my eyes, "They are sisters."

The clerk at the counter caught my attention and though stunned, I
purchased my drink and chips.

-*-

Dad suggested we stop for lunch, it being close enough and I think he
always enjoyed truck stop greasy burgers, before continuing on with
our journey.

It was quiet throughout the meal and thankfully the rest of my family were busy chatting about the upcoming weeding to even notice my somber
reflection.

The reasons that I conjured for that old man answering my unasked
questions seemed wild and far fetched, but the most likely one that I
came up with is that they were aliens.

-*-

"Shit... cops!" Dad hit the brakes and quickly decelerated. Then he
followed up with, "Accident." The traffic was slowing to a crawl as
we were waved over into one lane.

Mom added, "Its a bad one."

I stretched my neck to see through the rain-streaked windows at the
cops waving cars over to the side. My sister Geri was doing the same.

Our momentum slowed to nothing and dad put the car in park. We were
only a hundred meters from the main congestion area and I squinted to
see the accident.

The first thing I noticed was a silver Mercedes, an older model.

Barely realizing it I mumbled something about stretching my legs as I
climbed out the back seat of our car. I strode slowly purposely
toward the main area of the crash. It was apparent a van had been
involved, and another smaller car - as well as the Mercedes.

I heard mom's voice somewhere behind me, "Get back here John!" She
was probably worried that I had not worn a raincoat - it was a warm
spring rain.

I stumbled forwards and somehow slipped between the police, ambulance
and fire-fighters. Martha was kneeling beside the old man, he being
worked on by two paramedics. The white haired woman was crying and I
saw she had a cut on her forehead that was bleeding down into her eye.

The scene was chaotic.

I fell to my knees next to the old man, and realized I didn't even
know his name. No one said a word about me being there - but Martha
looked up startled.

The old man, seventies I would guess, lifted one hand with effort and
placed it against my wet forehead.

He spoke the words so softly that I thought I had heard wrong, "Its
yours now John."

"John...?" mother was fast approaching behind me and I could hear her
arguing with a policemen, "...there, right there... that's my son."

The man suddenly took a deep breath and slowly let it out - before it
was expelled I knew he was dead.

Martha, tears mixing with the rain, stared at me in disbelief as I
fell back onto my ass. The paramedics were checking the old man's
vitals, but I could see that they held little hope.

Then it was like a thousand voices started to shout into my skull and
I saw the wet pavement rushing toward me.

-*-

Perhaps it was the smell, but whatever the reason, I knew before I
opened my eyes that I was in the hospital. The first thing I saw as I
cracked my eyes open was the sight of my mothers tear-streaked face as
she looked incredibly upon me. "John...?"

It was night, or at least dark in the window-less room, with but a
single dim lamp in the corner lit.

Mother stood from the uncomfortable looking seat next to my raised bed
and leaned over to look into my eyes. "John... how do you feel?"
Regardless of the nagging and the constant overbearing control of my
life, I loved her, my mother I mean.

I felt weary... not me but strangely coming from mom. At that moment,
I could not explain it any better than that.

"What happened?" It came our raspy, my throat was incredibly dry and
mom reached to the bedside table to pour me a glass of ice water.

It all came back - the family trip in the car, the strange old man and
then the accident. But must of all his words, 'Its yours now'.

I felt mothers incredible relief and could feel her fighting back
tears - trying to be strong.

"We don't know... a coma maybe... how do you feel John?"

After the drink my throat started to feel back to normal. "Fine
actually." I felt great - like waking from a long sleep - well rested
and anxious to start the day.

"How long mom?" She felt fear at answering, wondering if she should
tell me - the doctor had warned her about stressing me if I should
awake.

How did I know all that?

Knowing she didn't want to tell me and asked her again, this time
without words - you know the way teenagers sort of answer questions
they did not want to answer by playing zombies.

Tell me how long mom, I thought.

She answered immediately, "Ten days."

It had to be a joke - but looking at mom, feeling what she felt, I
knew this was no joke.

She held the straw to my lips for another drink and let her tears
come.

-*-

The headaches came that first time when my dad, mom, my younger sister and my older sister and her new husband all visited me on the same
day. It was like everyone was shouting at the same time and I tried
to cover my ears to no avail - a nurse soon rushed everyone from my
room.

Quickly the noise in my head died away.

That nurse, as she stood looking down at my chart, wanted to give me
pain killers but was checking my chart first.

Did her husband know she liked to be spanked?

What? Where the hell did that come from.

-*-

Martha came into my room in the middle of the night, but I knew who
the visitor was before the door opened.

Its been two days since I came out of my 'coma'.

The old woman came over and dragged that big uncomfortable chair next
to my bed and sat down.

Then I heard her say, [I'm glad your feeling better John?] She never
moved her lips the whole time and I could tell that she was nervous
and just a little scared.

"Have you figured out how to filter out the voices yet?" Martha used
her mouth this time - which was good, I was starting to think I was
loosing my sanity.

I knew what voices she was referring too but how did she know about
them, "What voices?"

Without using her mouth, [The voices in your head silly.] She was
smiling while thinking this.

It was true wasn't it, I was listening to her thoughts?

Was I going mad?

She softly instructed, [Try looking at my memories... close your eyes
and pretend your leafing through my mental photo album.]

What the hell, I closed my eyes and tried to 'see' into Martha's head.
It was all so strange... but wonderful too.

Suddenly images came to my mind and I 'saw' the confusion after the
crash - Martha screaming at the cars still going by, for someone to
stop, cradling her sisters head in her lap, dragging her Master from
the disintegrated car... seeing me slip from my knees to my ass and
then topple over upon my side as if I were a tree falling.

It was all so surreal.

Martha had been watching me and when I opened my eyes she smiled
softly. "How...?"

[He gave it to you.] She thought while staring at me patiently.

"Who was 'he'? And why are you scared Martha?" I realized I had
thought this as well, aiming the thought toward her.

Martha smiled at receiving my question, ['He' was my Master and I am
worried you will not want Joelyn or I.] I could feel the truth in her
statement.

-*-

The first thing Martha taught me was to 'filter' out the voices that I
did not want to hear - like we do as children to all the ambient
noises around us. It was what caused me to collapse in the first
place, what caused my headaches - the large amount of thoughts and
feelings from people immediately near me.

It was actually very easy. She told me to visualize some filter - a
coffee filter she suggested, and put myself within that filter. Now,
if I wanted past the filter to simply aim my thoughts.

In minutes I realized I could no longer hear the small buzzing in my
head that I had assumed to be a generator down the hallway. It was
actually the other people close to my proximity!

She next told me that neither she nor her younger sister had the power
that her ex-Master passed to me, that they were his 'slaves'. Her
'words' not mine.

Finally she explained why I noticed that strange thought about the
nurse - about her enjoying spankings. [Humans are sexual beings, one
of the most powerful emotions is our sexuality. At a subconscious
level, it almost drives who we are. It will often be the first and
easiest thing to read about a person. Often the easiest to
manipulate.]

After she said that I looked into her mind quickly, into her memories,
as she had taught me earlier. I saw her sister Joelyn dancing around
in a grass field, wearing only panties, spinning around the blanket
where Martha sat. I could feel that this was one of Martha's' most
pleasant of memories - decades before.

The final thing she told me that night was the most influential - how
to view and manipulate a person's mind.

-*-

Sarah nodded soberly, but I could feel her desire to finish the visit
with her younger brother and return to her husband at the hotel.
Without even looking too closely, I could feel the sexual energy
radiating from her.

Since Martha's visit last night I had been practising on each person
that came into the room. Listening to their thoughts, browsing
through their memories but not confident enough to change any of the
personalities that came near me. At that time, I felt that that would
be wrong.

It seemed my sister has had an eventful couple of days since her
wedding - most of it naked with her husband. I dare not look at her
memories, but I could hear her thoughts. Only two hours before she
had given her new husband oral sex, he enjoyed it so much, and so, she
was anxious to return as he had promised that it was her turn next.

I was actually blushing as my family sat around laughing, and
attempting to be gay.

Mom was scared, I could feel her pain at seeing her only son in the
hospital - worried I may relapse back into a coma. I could also tell
she was angry at Sarah, having asked her to delay the wedding till
after I had come out of my 'coma'.

Geri surprised me by being rather sympathetic toward me, she was truly
worried about her older brother. Though she sat on the window sill
and ignored all of us, I realized there was much more to my sister than I ever realized. To me she had always been the little brat.

Dad - well dad was thankful I was back in form, but was wondering when
he could leave to get back to work.

-*-

Sarah and her husband flew off for their honeymoon, while Geri and dad
drove north, back home.

Mom stayed back for my final day in the hospital, and intended for us
to fly back home in a couple of days.

Mothers feelings of the maternal nature were incredibly strong.

-*-

Joelyn followed her older sister into my room and I could feel her
nervousness. [Hi ladies.] I thought to them.

[Hello John.] They thought back in unison.

Martha sat down in that same chair while Joelyn stood nervously next
to it.

I could feel the younger sisters nervousness, and looked into her
thoughts enough to realize that she had spent hours pampering herself
for her meeting with me but felt there was little chance a teenager
would want a fifty-nine year-old slave and her sixty-two year old sister.

Verbally, Martha asked, "Leaving today John?"

I could not contain my pleasure at getting out of this bed and
hospital, "Mom will be here in two hours."

The two of them lapsed into silence and it did not take much of an
excursion into their minds to see that they wanted to know if I wanted
to keep them or not.

I asked Martha silently, [Do you not have any place to go?]

She nodded rather than answer directly and I knew I could read her
answer - but even I understood that this was enough of a response.

I had read enough of Martha's mind and memories on her last visit to
understand a little of what these two ladies life have been like.

Having been taken from their school when they were still in their
teens, they had never known another life but that of their late
Master. And though programmed numerous times, he had left enough of
their original personalities to leave their individuality. That was a
lesson I should take heed of, I thought.

"'He' did not leave you any money or anything?" This was out loud.

Martha, seemingly the dominant of the two, spoke up, "Yes, we have
plenty of money." Silently she added, [But without a man to rule us
we have no purpose.]

I felt it to be true.

-*-

Being in close proximity with one person is dangerous to a teenager
with a new toy.

I played back mothers memories, mostly fond thoughts about her
children as they grew up.

Mom did not want to fly directly home after getting out of the
hospital, rather wanting to give me a couple days of transition. But
I knew she was more concerned in keeping me close to the hospital in
case I should relapse. I also knew she and dad had a fight about this
- he thinking a week in a hotel to be an unnecessary expense.

Looking into the private mind of a person is essentially stripping
that facade exterior and looking at the base structure. There was no
hiding fear or pain, there was no way even to know you are being
'scanned'. So I did it as if I was watching television - stripping
past the facade of a person and enjoying the chronicle of their
memories.

Looking into my own mother was like that - initially what I found was
expected, a loving and caring mother. She loved her kids
unconditionally and worried about them constantly - me more than the
girls strangely enough. I also came across distressing images about
my mother - her barely contained hate for my father, the lusts of her
body.

I shut down within a second of realizing mother was very 'anal'.

-*-

The television was on overly loud as I clicked through the channels -
mom still in the bathroom having a bathtub.

Last night I had made the revelation of the other side of my mother -
the heightening of her desires in the last couple of years, of the
pleasures only found by her own hand, and lust of her own ass. It was
startling to say the least. To see a woman, my mother, as anything
but that parent I've always known her by.

So startled by what I had seen, that I had barely slept the night -
and it was rather difficult not to take another peek. Think of it
like a book - well written, familiar, but startling - if you put it
down you want to immediately pick it back up.

Then I felt a wave of lust... that's not entirely accurate, sexual
energy is more concise... it rolled over me.

My thoughts opened up and I allowed that energy to slip through my
'filters'.

Mom!

It was coming from the bathroom, the bathtub. My mother was
masturbating.

Without thinking about it, I entered her head. I knew enough not to
read her thoughts, that would just be too much for me, but tried to
read what she was doing.

It was easy to decipher - mother lay in the half filled bathtub and
used both her hands between her legs. I could feel the hard beat of
her heart and feel her longing as a finger invaded her anus and two
fingers raped her clitoris. She was trying really hard to stifle any
sounds, knowing her 'baby' was in the next room.

The energy increased and I was not sure if the panting was my own or
mothers.

Somehow I slipped into her thoughts and I read the piece of the
fantasy she devoured - the tongue of a faceless man slipping in and
out of her bottom, worshipping what she considered her best asset.
The man could not contain himself and stroked his hard cock, aiming
toward mother. He was getting more aggressive now...!

With my ears, I heard a splash behind the closed door to the bathroom.
With my mind's eye, I saw the explosion of passion as it overtook the
images in mothers mind and focused her whole being upon the pleasures
exploding from between her legs.

Abruptly I turned off my spying and sat panting, my cock hard and
pressing my cotton briefs rudely upwards.

-*-

It was like nothing had happened, like a normal morning. mother exited the bathroom with a towel about her head and the hotel-supplied
bathrobe about her person. She was talking animatedly at me as she
dug out her toothbrush and hair drier from her suitcase.

All I could see was mother like I've never seen her before - she could
have been a stranger to my eyes.

When she bent at the waist to plug in the hair dryer I could not help
but appraise her teardrop shaped ass, marvelling at the knowledge at
her self-pleasure in that part of her. It was... wonderful actually,
very well shaped... she should be proud.

I had read her thoughts, I knew mother thought her bottom to be her
best physical asset. Thinking about my parent in those terms, I had
to agree with her. Her ass or possibly her wide happy smile that I
loved so much.

Mom looked over her shoulder while still bent, repeating some mindless
question that I had missed, she saw my look and to hide her
embarrassment quickly stood up and turned away from me.

Oh shit.

-*-

Martha had taught me a lot in so short a time frame. I had learnt
that she and Joelyn were lovers, since before being taken by their
master as teenagers. I also learnt that sexuality, to the two
sisters, was something taken for granted - that if it felt good, did
not permanently hurt someone, could not be wrong.

I have to admit that I felt extreme embarrassment when I first
discovered Martha and Joelyn's relationship - even seeing some
memories within either lady that could only be termed extreme. Don't
forget, I am a teenager, a virgin innocent!

Take all that and then add in the voyeur experience of listening to
mother masturbate, to actually hear her secret thoughts and desires.

It was embarrassing.

It was also very exciting!

-*-

Mother, Jaimie, was thirty-nine years old and I learnt from my peeks
into her subconscious that she was terrified of forty.

As she lay on the double bed across from my own, reading the day away,
I could not help but read into her mind. I am weak, giving in to that
desire for what I've never known - sexuality. Even my own mothers.
Perhaps Martha's attitude, the life she had lived, affected me more
than I realized. Or maybe I was a horny virgin fourteen year-old
stuck in a hotel with only one women within sight and with the power
to gain more incite into that woman's sexuality.

Mom masturbated often, I read. At least once per day if she could
find private time. She also owned half a dozen assorted dildos and
vibrators at home and was feeling a little angry at herself for not,
at least, bringing one dildo on this trip.

I read that mom loved cock, loved the early years with dad, their
love-making frequent and satisfying. She used to give dad blow-jobs
as a prelude to his pressing himself into her. She also loved to
kneel before her husband as he pushed in and out of her body,
infrequently playing with her tiny hard anus.

Mom lay reading, or half-reading is more accurate, her mind tripping
through memories of her own sexual past. I need only peek without
delving too deep, to hear her most intimate thoughts. My resolve at
mothers private sexual thoughts was crumbling, and each successive
look into her became easier and my learnt morals soon forgotten.

She had never had a cock in her ass before, certainly a dildo or a
vibrator shaped like a man's prick, and she regretted this. A couple
of years before she had asked dad to fuck her in the ass, he flatly
refused, disgusted. I could feel mothers humiliation at that memory.

She also wanted to suck a man, to completion, having never tasted seed
from the source before. Often her husband would roll off her, sated,
she would slip her fingers into herself, drawing out the combined
juices and licking them off.

Mother squirmed upon the bed across from me, unknowing I was listening
to her, knowing her excitement was building and she was already
wondering if she could escape to the bathroom for a couple of minutes
to relieve herself.

-*-

It took great effort to cut off my ability to look into mom's mind.
Sitting across from her at the hotel restaurant, we were both
strangely silent.

I knew her to be horny, she had to be, not having the time for another
climax before we slipped out for lunch.

"Really mom, I'm fine!"

"John... the doctors have no idea what happened to you...?" But I
did. "... and I want to be certain that you are going to be OK!"

It was the same argument we have had for the last three days, since
before I even left the hospital actually. "Dad must be worried about
spending too much money mom?"

Even without actively reading her thoughts I suddenly felt a wave of
disgust and anger most probably directed toward dad. She took a deep
breath and said, "Your more important than money John."

"What about you mom, this can't be too fun for you?" My plate was
empty and I was sipping my soft drink as mom finished up her lunch.

She smiled sweetly, full of love, "I love you John, don't worry about
me."

-*-

I was incredibly horny - the thoughts and naughty images from mother had gotten me to a state of incredible lust. In truth, it had been
over a week since I last masturbated - before our trip and I was going
to go mad if I didn't do something about it soon. Being in the same
room as my horny parent, as I now knew her to be, was making me crazy.

Every time she bent over I looked at her ass, remembering her own
thoughts and actions regarding her bum. When she stretched her arms
above her head, my eyes would take in the movement of her breasts.

It was becoming so obvious, that anything and I mean anything about
her caused me to get excited. Minutes before it had been the slow way
she slipped her tongue over her lips, moistening them unconsciously.
I had to turn over onto my stomach, hiding my hard teenage prick.

I knew mom was noticing it as well, I read her embarrassment and
bewilderment. Yet I also noticed an underlying pleasure at the looks
I gave her - she was a woman after all. mom actually started to
wonder if staying together, in the same room, had been a good idea. I
also read that she was amused that I should find her mature body
attractive enough, and attempted to pass my interest off to teenage
hormones - that my eyes will wander to a younger and firmer body as
soon as we got out of the hotel.

Then I noticed her thoughts lead a different direction, as she
wondered when I last masturbated, guessing I must be doing it in the
bathroom as she does.

-*-

Four days since I was released from the hospital and mother and I were
a pair of sexually heightened animals. I stared at her openly,
reading her thoughts generously, and enjoyed what I saw.

Mother found pleasure in my looks, in her ability to excite even her
own son - flattered especially since I never failed to look at her ass
if the opportunity presented itself to me. She was also masturbating
three, yesterday four, times a day since we got to the hotel.

Me, I've gone without.

It could not last - I was going crazy.

Mother had disappeared into the bathroom for another bathtub - but I
knew even without venturing into her mind, that she was going to
masturbate - and I quickly stripped naked in my own bed.

I had probably twenty minutes - more than enough time I knew.

I have been jerking off for the last year and a half, early on it was
experimentation, later out of need. In the last six months I've been
doing it daily, enjoying the feelings of my body - imagining girls and
teachers from school for the most part.

This time, as I grabbed my hard shaft and lay back, I only thought
about one person - my mother Jaimie. It was the most incredibly
sexual thing about her, her ass that gave me fuel for my imagination.

It would not take long I knew.

My mind poured over my memories of mother in the tub that first time I
listened to her self-pleasure, thinking about what she must look like
with both her hands between her legs, moving aggressively as she
pleasured herself.

I heard the water sloshing in the bathroom and knew mom had to be
getting into it too - quicker than she normally does.

My hand moved up and down my incredibly hard shaft and I knew it would
only be a minute before I would finish, if that.

Mom was panting so loud I could hear her through the closed bathroom
door - usually she went to great pains to keep silent.

Closer... my hand was moving quicker and was holding myself
firmly... I could barely breath and huffed as I... !

Mom was panting in time to my own sounds, I realized peripherally.
The splashing of the tub echoing even into this room - she must be
going crazy I thought.

That first incredibly wonderful blast from my cock actually hit me on
the chin, which I've never done before, and I gasped in surprise and
delight. My essence pumped out the head of my cock, splatting on my
chest and stomach generously.

In the bathroom mom was screaming, but I knew it not to be in pain.
Mirroring my own pleasure to perfection.

I looked down at myself, the amount of sperm on my body amazed and
delighted me.

I did feel better though.

The sounds in the bathroom died down quickly.

-*-

Mom came from the bathtub an hour later with the hotel's robe on,
looking embarrassed and a little distressed.

I had cleaned myself up and dressed only minutes before.

"John...?" She stood at the foot of my bed looking like she would
rather be anywhere else but here.

I consciously decided not to listen to her thoughts.

"Yea mom?" I was sifting through the television guide pretending
boredom.

"John... did you do something to me a couple of minutes ago?"

I froze and felt my cheeks flush uncontrollably. With a suddenly dry
mouth I asked, "What do you mean mom?"

She looked confused and could not meet my eyes, "I... well, something
happened... it was strange...!"

I speared my thoughts into hers and was surprised what I discovered -
mom had followed an uncontrolled path to an orgasm the likes she had
never felt before.

I understood what had happened, though I did not know how I did it,
but as I had jerked off, having a great big come - mom had been like a
puppet as the same thing happened to her. She had barely even touched
herself but had experienced the best orgasm of her life. In some
unspeakable way she felt that I was with her through her episode
minutes before, feeling me with her as her excitement built to
never-before heights.

What could I do? What should I say?

"I... oh mom, its too embarrassing!" I turned away from her feeling
embarrassed but also trying to figure out what to do what to say.

She finally asked, "Did you masturbate a couple of minutes ago?" I
didn't say a word, my mouth dry and my hands trembling. "I need to
know, is that what you did?"

I turned back to her, mom's green eyes fiercely challenging me. I
squeaked out, "yes".

Mom let out a long deep breath and simply stared at me.

I could read her confusion, understanding that my excitement had
somehow fuelled and even overtook her own. She could not understand
how this happened but she understood that it had.

Finally, "Its OK baby... its normal." It was the maternal thing to
say when you are presented with your child's sexuality.

Mom retreated back to the bathroom to complete her toilet as she
normally does each day.

-*-

That same night I conducted an experiment - I pushed my shorts down to
my knees and grabbed my soft cock. mother was sleeping silently
beneath the covers of the bed, and in the dim light I could see her
torso move as she breathed slowly.

I returned to the images that caused my eruption earlier, quickly
causing me to return to my hard heights.

On my back, but my head turned toward mom, I stroked myself slowly.

In a couple of minutes I realized mom was breathing had quickened and
had gotten deeper. I knew I had not purposely aimed any of my sexual
energy toward her but with my fantasies it had done so regardless.

At that point I had a decision to make, to cut off the flow of erotic
energy to my parent to to let it go, maybe even guide it? Now that I
knew it existed, I could consciously contain or release this erotic
flow from me - even aim it like a spear.

I let it flow into her.

Mom's eyes opened as her head turned toward me, watching me silently.

I looked into her eyes as my hand moved over my cock, which she must
be able to see as I sat on top of the covers of my bed, the light not
that low.

She stared at me fiercely and I thought she was not moving till I saw
a small movement beneath the sheets of her bed, about her loin region.

Mother was watching me jerk off, was masturbating herself as well.

I turned away from her, and concentrated upon my fantasy. I stroked
my cock and pumped my hips, my passions quickly ascending. A few feet
away I heard mothers harsh breathing, movements beneath the covers of
her bed.

Quickly the summit was approaching and mother was hissing and groaning
uncontrollably now, her bed making the same little noises that mine
made.

I suddenly clenched every muscle in my body and mother squealed as we
both held our breath.

I exploded the same time she did, jerking my spend upon my tee-shirt
covered stomach as mother actually screamed with pleasure.

Minutes passed and we both lay panting in the dark, me upon the top of
my bed mother beneath hers.

Finally, just when I thought she may have gone back to sleep, she
asked, still out of breath, "How did you do that John?"

I was honest, "I don't know." As I turned my head back toward her our
eyes locked. I was surprised the embarrassment was gone from her
gaze.

A quick read of her mind and I saw her confusion and her blissful
pleasure - unsure how to continue our conversation.

"Can you 'feel' me when you do it?" I wasn't sure what she meant, did
she know about my new-found powers? But after another quick read I
understood, she wanted to know if I felt her presence like she did me
- if I enjoyed it as much as she did?

I decided to partially lie, "Yes." I could 'feel' her, as she thought
of it, only when I wanted too.

"Was it... did you enjoy it?" That came out barely as a whisper.

Honestly, "Yes... very much."

"Me too." She was becoming embarrassed again.

I decided to try something, something Martha had said in one of our
brief meetings that made me thought about the possibilities. I sent a
dagger of pleasure into mother and she suddenly groaned and curled her
body into a fetal position.

"Oh god!"

[More mother?] I asked directly into the conduit into her mind.

"John?" With her voice. [How...?] Her mind.

I sent another dagger of pleasure, making it last longer, manipulating
the waves so they touch her most exciting of spots directly. mother suddenly straightened out and rolled onto her back stiffly - groaning
with pleasure of my action.

"John...!"

Another dagger of pleasure and I knew the electrical pleasure was
energizing her anus, nipples and vagina wildly - it was the obvious
three pleasure points that I knew.

Mother shoved down down the blankets from her person and struck her
hand between her legs which were thrown wide apart.

I suddenly stopped my thrusts of pleasure into her mind.

Mom slowly, wearily, sat up onto the edge of her bed, whipping her
sweaty brow with a hand. "Baby...?"

She wanted to tell me to stop it, that it was wrong... but her body
was screaming for more, for a completion to the aggressive pleasures I
had started.

Jaimie started to stand back up when I sent another dagger directly
between he legs and she fell backwards onto the bed and screamed as
the thunderous orgasm overtook her senses.

I watched my mother scream and claw at her body wildly, her mind lost
to the bliss given to her by her own son.

I let her mind drift to sleep as it came down from its height, rather
than face her embarrassing questions.

-*-

In the light of day mother could not meet my gaze. She phoned dad and
told him she needed separate rooms, and they started to fight about
money at that point. She did not even tell him she wanted to come
home, which she intended, rather than be in the proximity of her son -
the son that gave her more pleasure than she thought was possible
without even touching her.

When she slammed the phone down, digested and burning with anger
toward her uncaring husband, panic almost over took her when I decided
to step in.

Martha had told me different ways to mold a person to my will, one of
the hardest was to manipulate the core of a persons beliefs. It was
not so difficult to do but it was dangerous in that it was difficult
to do properly. And it was almost always irreversible.

I told myself, as I pealed back the wrapping to the core of mothers
mind, that I was doing this so as she not become frantic and actually
scared of me.

So I only manipulated thoughts and feelings that were already there -
her love for me, her trust in me and her maternal devotion toward me.

Even as I was doing it, she became calmer, relaxed, and I knew that my
changes could be misconstrued.

Mom turned in the stool toward me, still angry at my father but the
building fear and panic toward me gone.

"Guess we are stuck here till the end of the week." She couldn't meet
my eyes.

"I am not really sorry about that mom."

She stole a quick glance at me and smiled softly, "I guess I am not
either." It did not take a mind reader to realize mom wanted more
orgasms like the three she experienced the day before.

-*-

[How long have you been able to read minds baby?] We were seated
across from each other in the same restaurant we attended nearly every
day, talking without using our lips.

[Since the accident.]

She nodded, having guessed that part. [Did those two old ladies have
anything to do with it?] She meant Martha and Joelyn, she had seen
them but never spoken with them.

[Not really.]

Mothers don't let this sort of reply go so quickly, ['Not really'?]
Her eyes silently stared at me while her mouth had a queer half-smile
upon it.

[They were slaves to that man that died.]

[The man from the accident? 'Slaves'?]

I nodded and ate another French fry.

[Sexual 'slaves'?] I nodded again.

She sat looking at her untouched food for a lengthy minute before
continuing, [What else have you read about me John?] mom was feeling
incredibly embarrassed suddenly.

Without answering I sent a small touch to her mind, it causing her to
feel something warm and wet, a tongue is what I attempted it to feel
like, sliding up into her anus.

I should explain that I could not actually control a persons body
directly, only make their mind think it was being controlled. So that
tongue was simply a mental 'feeling' that overrode what her own body
was telling her. In some ways, it was the same thing - regardless,
mother felt a tongue enter her ass.

Mom suddenly gasped and jerked forwards a little, stopped when I did,
and turned a bright deep red from forehead to beneath her shirt. She
knew I read everything about her.

I could read her desire to tell me not to do that again, it was wrong,
improper... but she could not, she loved it.

I did it again and she jerked against the edge of the table, her hands
grasping one of my own roughly. It lasted less than three seconds but
I knew the effects lasted much longer to mom.

"John...?" That was with her voice.

Back to my mental communication, [I love you mom. Don't be
embarrassed.]

She looked into my eyes and squeezed my hand, "I'll try", she said.

[John?]

[Yes mom.]

[Can you do it one more...?] I did, before she could finish her
sentence. Even though it was not real, it was the first time mom felt
a tongue enter into her back passage.

-*-

We lay across from each other, in the same bed, clothed in our night
attire, upon our sides facing the other. I had toyed with her and
delivered her orgasms at random throughout the two days - and she had
not had the strength or the will to stop me - enjoying and accepting
my mental touches more each time.

Out loud, "We go home tomorrow mom. Will anything be different?"

I could feel her desire not to leave this place, this sanctuary of our
ill lust. I told her last night that I found her attractive, that I
imagined her when I masturbated. She had sighed and allowed the
faceless man in her own fantasies to be me, and I used these to
further her pleasure.

She was sad when she answered, "Yes, I suppose it will."

My hand slipped across the space between us and I slowly unbuttoned
her pyjama top. She watched me silently, nervously, until I lifted
the top edge and threw it behind her. Before me with the breast of a
live woman, the first breasts I've ever seen - not counting my peeks
into someones mind. It was strange, that I've given mom countless
orgasms in the last several hours and I had never even seen her naked.

I slipped quickly into mom's mind and read her pleasure at my action,
and it surprised me. I also read her embarrassment at the age of her
body, wishing better for me. I mumbled, "You like this?" I meant
exposing her.

She smiled sweetly and answered, "I wondered how long it will be till
you wanted more than just my mind."

My hand reached out and the tip of my forefinger touched her
dollar-sized pink nipples. mom sighed with pleasure and her nipple
started to harden.

It surprised me, her accepting this from me, because I thought I would
have to manipulate her mind into letting me do anything besides toy
with her mentally. Yet, now, it was apparent she wanted
more... desired it. With a quick read of her mind, I knew she
actually expected the real thing with me to be better than my mental
touches.

It was all so incredible to this fourteen year old.

As if I could not say the words out loud I thought them toward her, [I
don't know how mom.]

She smiled sweetly and reached out to gently cup my cheek in her warm
hand, [I want to teach you baby.]

[Tonight?] Could my excitement be heard in my mind's voice.

Gently, [If you wish.]

I gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger causing her
to gasp with pleasure, it having turned a darker pink or brown and was
smaller, tighter and wrinkled.

An hour before I had watched mother wiggle beneath the blankets on her
bed as I delivered yet another orgasm to her, a more gentle one this
time. She had lain and felt a thousand tongues lick every inch of her
body, the ones between her legs and between the cheeks of her ass,
expertly touching all the right spots.

If I had not played with her so frequently in the last two days I
would not have guessed her capable of yet another moments pleasure -
but she seemed insatiable.

I had to ask, [What about dad?]

She said and thought nothing for several minutes. "He is your
father... but I don't love him any longer John."

I did, but as a father. I only loved dad's wife much stronger. And
from my forays into her mind, I knew dad has treated mom rather crappy
these last few years.

[You could leave him?]

She just stared at me, some of her excitement seemingly melting from
her eyes. "How, we would be destitute?" It was her way of gently
giving me a reason without getting into 'adult' facts, as she used to
call them. As if to console me, "I will always love you like no other
baby... I will be...!" She was thinking this to me, and had wanted to
say she would always be available for my use, sexually speaking, if I
wanted her.

I still pressed my point, [Would you leave him if you did not have to
worry about money?]

She frowned and rolled over onto her back, that breast suddenly pulled
away from my grasp. With her lips she said, "It is not something we
should think about baby - just let it go OK?"

With my mind, [What if I said Martha and Joelyn have plenty of money?]

Mom turned her head toward me and I thought I could see a little
disgust upon her face. It was a strange look, since both of her
breasts were visible - one with a hard nipple. [What does it matter
if they have money?]

[I agreed to take them as my slaves.] And Martha told me slaves' do
not own anything - they only having gotten the money from their
previous Master's death.

Mom mouth opened and I knew she did not contemplate the full extent of
my words, I could barely wrap my head around it actually.

Before she could respond I gently ordered with my mind, [Turn away
from me mom.]

It was the first order I've ever given her and my heart pounded as I
wondered how it would be taken - she did say she was willing.

Thankfully mom rolled onto her side, facing away from me with her
knees bent and her feet together.

I reached out and grasped the elastic band of her loose pyjama shorts
- shoving them suddenly down.

-*-

Mom gasped out and froze.

I was able to get her bottoms to a point half ways to her knees, with
a little work, and looked down at the most delightful of bottoms.

It was the first woman's ass I've ever seen and I swore it had to be
the best ass I could ever see.

I simply rolled my hand gently across it, feeling the smooth softness
of its surface. mom was breathing heavily now, lifting her knees
higher and arching her back to press that sexy teardrop ass toward me.
It caused the crack of her ass to widen naturally.

When the tips of my hand slipped between the twin cheeks mother froze,
holding her breath. It was the first time I consciously teased her,
as I withdrew them to return to gently fondling her backside.

No man has ever paid secular attention to her ass before, I overheard
her thoughts, no man seemed to worship that part of her body that she
did. That part of her she thought deserved to be worshipped.

My hand came down and slapped her bottom surprising the both of us
with its loud splatting sound. mom jerked but otherwise did not move.

Her mind was reeling with unexpected pleasure though, having never
been spanked or even thought about it - while the slight pain was
noticeable, it seemed to strike directly into the core of her sexual
pleasure. It was like placing your tongue upon the end of a battery,
that small tingling spark - that was what mother felt, but it was
sexual and centred between her legs and the cheeks of her ass.

I struck again, with the same response.

Then I returned to touching her, more aggressive and firm this time -
fondling her ass roughly till she was panting loudly.

This time, when my fingers slipped between the white globes of her
ass, I did not stop till I touched a tiny hard round wrinkled muscle.
Mother gasped loudly and froze.

It felt stranger than I ever thought it would. And desired to see
more, so I wiggled down so that my face was mere centimetres from her
bottom.

Mother was almost screaming out her pleasure in her mind, [Oh
John... oh baby... yes... do it... do it...!] I wasn't sure what 'it'
was a that exact moment.

With both hands I pried apart her cheeks and looked down into the
crack of mothers pleasure, the tiny pink anus clenching as if
welcoming me.

"God mother... its so... beautiful..!" It had been out loud and
mother signed long and deeply in response.

I leaned in and kissed it without warning.

Mothers mind froze in that moment in time, wanting to simply
experience this fantasy come true - never imagining it would be with
her own son. No longer caring it was with her own son.

My tongue slipped out and I touched the hard wrinkled donut - softly
at first but quickly turned aggressive.

There was a heady smell between her cheeks and another distinct but
different smell between her closed thighs - from her sex. Mother, I
knew from listening to her mind, was almost mindless with lust and
passion.

Mother, I saw, kept her bottom completely hairless - actually enjoying
that part of her grooming very well. The effect, though, was to give
me a complete unhindered view of her backside that I thought
incredibly sexy.

I shoved my tongue into her ass hole as I've done a number of times in
her mind, and mother suddenly grasped a pillow and bite into it to
quench the squeal of pleasure. It had clenched upon my tongue
delightfully but then had pressed out, as if she was shitting I
thought, and I was able to press more of my tongue into her.

Mother had experience in using her bottom, knew how to relax and allow
the pleasure to flow from the new feelings of that invasion of her
body. My tongue was the first one to do so, and for that I knew she
would always be mine - this gift to her would heighten her love, and
yes, her lust for me tenfold.

She rolled over onto her stomach, her legs still together, as my face
was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I didn't do anything now
but move my tongue in and out of her body, marvelling how relaxed it
had become so that my invading went smooth and deep. I was innocent
in the ways of giving a woman oral pleasure, but I had also read the
intimate thoughts of the woman below me and knew her fantasies often
ran to a tongue invading her ass as if it were a small cock. So that
is exactly what I did.

I did not have to read her mind to know that her climax was fast
approaching - that she needed this fantasy fulfilled by only coming
with a tongue in her ass.

Mom reached around herself and held her own bottom cheeks spread wide,
arching her back so that her ass struck upwards perfectly. She began
to move her hips slightly, in time to my oral thrusts. mother was
anally fucking herself on my tongue.

She suddenly screamed long and loud into the pillow as orgasm
electrified her body and froze her in her obscene position. Her anus
suddenly clenched fiercely and held my tongue and it actually hurt!

Mother suddenly allowed her body to relax and it seemed as if every
muscle in her body lost control and instantly loosened. Her hands
fell from her ass to her side and her anus simply relaxed so much I
felt around just inside her with the tip of my tongue.

When I came up for air, it was done - her orgasm and her defeat at the
power of her own lust.

-*-

It was only ten minutes, not moving a muscle, when her head lifted
from that pillow and she stared at me with a lustful gaze and half
smile.

She was mine now, we both knew it.

"I love you baby."

With words, "I love you too mom."

She spoke with her mind, [No, I mean I love you!]

Slowly, upon tired limbs she crawled toward me as I lay upon my back
next to her. mother wore that strange half-smile as a badge of pride.

She did not make any detours as she moved directly for my lap. [You
made mommy so happy baby!]

I simply watched wide eyed as she quickly, expertly, undid the button
about my waist before yanking out my half-hard teenage cock.

Suddenly that teenage inadequacy hit, and I felt utterly pathetic and
small. From mom's memories I knew dad to be larger than me - and my
cock actually softened.

Surprising me, mom giggled softly, opened her mouth and took my soft
cock between her lips. [I want to make you happy baby... come in
mommy's mouth!] At times like this, I realized, talking with your
mind can be rather pleasant.

My cock hardened quickly, mother taking it easily within her mouth to
the root. She was sucking me slowly up and down, her eyes closed and
simply enjoying. I watched her movements, amazed at the pleasure I
was feeling at my first blow job. Her mind was focused on my cock,
with her mouth and the desire to taste my come.

I simply lay back and let my pleasure flow - when I realized mom had a
hand between her legs as she knelt next to me and was moving both the
hand and her hips in time to her thrusting lips. She was masturbating
as she sucked me!

Mother masturbated herself, my pleasure was invading mothers mind,
giving her the excitement that I was feeling. So with each thrust of
her face, and each invasion of my cock down her throat, she was giving
both of us pleasure. She knew it as well.

My orgasm came minutes later, and mother squealed with a mouth full of
my cock as we enjoyed a mutual explosion of lust. She swallowed all
the tribute I had to give, willingly. And even without reading her
mind I knew how happy and satisfied she was.

I allowed sleep to overtake me.

-*-

If I was expecting mom to be embarrassed I was disappointed, my mother was incredibly proud and desirous of me. She clung upon my arm in the
cab, the whole plane trip and only let go when dad picked us up at the
airport.

Her mood seemed to become more sullen at that point as well.

In the car ride home, mom listening to dad's complaints about the
neighbours dog taking another dump on our lawn, while seated next to
him in the front seat. Then she suddenly sent a silent comment to me,
[I love you baby!]

[I love you too mom.]

Her head turned and she looked over her shoulder at me and we shared a
knowing look. She was mine for the taking.

-*-

I think I should tell you a little about Sarah, my older sister.
Before I even became aware of what girls did to me, a teenage boy, I
noticed Sarah in ways brothers should not notice their sisters. Her
cone shaped breasts, as she was in the middle of her adolescence at
that time , always captured my attention.

She teased me, of course, as only older sisters could tease a brother.
I saw her plenty of times in her bra and panties, almost always white
cotton as she consciously gave me these peeks of her body partially
exposed.

No one else knew of my fascination, or my lust, for my older sister but I'm sure Sarah did.

Well when I started to masturbate a year and a half ago, the first
thing I started to imagine in my fantasies was my older sister. It
was like an incredible new world to me, the joys of stroking myself to
orgasm while thinking of my sisters sexy body.

Up till two weeks ago, you may claim this was all normal adolescent
innocent behaviour.

Yet, stuck in that hotel with mom for a week, I thought about Sarah as
well. Wondering, or perhaps, wishing she had been there with me
rather than mom. I no longer, thought that way, at least after
mothers aggressive willingness to submit to the pleasures that I could
give.

With what Martha had told me, I could finally see Sarah naked. More
than that, I could actually get her to lust after me the way I now had
mom!

Her marriage to that dork was an inconvenience, one that I felt great
jealously over but hid well before our trip. Now, I barely
acknowledged it.

Sarah was in my mind as I lay in bed in the middle of the night, when
a soft knock came upon my door.

"Yes?" I thought it was mom - I could read her lustful thoughts for
me since she had tasted my come, though we haven't had a chance to be
alone yet. With her mind's words she promised me anything I wished,
only to give her a chance to make me happy.

Geri's head stuck in, and I felt the blood of embarrassment rush to my
face - she must be able to see the hardness beneath my shorts. "You
OK John?"

Since my accident I've become aware of my younger sisters empathy -
something I thought she had little of. I had read her thoughts
numerous times since I awoke into this new world, and saw her
genuinely concerned for her big brother.

Geri looked down at the lump in my shorts before tearing her eyes back
to my face.

"I'm fine."

She stood there, obviously not wanting to leave before she stole
another glance at my thrusting lap before closing the door to my
bedroom.

Was it only teenage inquisitiveness?

I sent the thread of my thoughts into hers, as she retreated quickly
to her room. What I found surprised me - Geri lusted after me similar
to how I lusted after Sarah. No, it was different - she had romantic
notions about me, us. These notions were very often sexual - and I
could feel the heat of her hunger as she rushed to her own bed.

Geri, my thirteen year old sister shoved her hand under her panties and rolled onto her stomach. It was how she did it, I knew from my
spying. She ground and thrust into her hand, loosing herself into the
pleasures of her bliss.

-*-

The cab dropped me off at the large expensive home and quickly left -
there was not many fares to this neighbourhood.

It was the right address - I advanced through the long driveway and up
to the large double front doors and knocked.

Almost immediately Joelyn answered and waved me in excitedly.

I felt my face blush as I looked at the fifty-nine year old woman
wearing stockings, panties and a bra. Her elder soft body evident,
but the allure of her sight still obvious.

She closed the doors behind me.

Martha came through a doorway wearing much the same thing, but black
to her sisters white.

"Master!" Two sets of arms encircled me in a warm embrace. I only
felt further embarrassment.

They thankfully let me go from their embrace and stood back, Martha
waved her hand into the large empty room behind her, "Welcome to your
new home Master!"

Her words took me by surprise - my home? Oh yes, slave's don't own
anything. And her calling me 'Master' was a little too much to my
innocent mind.

"Hi."

"Come in John... Joelyn made supper for you!" The younger woman was
blushing but looked pleased. The two ladies, both old enough to be my
grandmother ushered me to the back of the house to a huge kitchen. I
noticed the whole house seemed to be empty.

I sat and let Joelyn serve me, since a setting was only placed at the
table for me. Martha sat next to me and was beaming with pleasure.

[Do you feel better Master?] It was Martha, asking me directly with
her mind's voice, as I've come to call it.

[Much.] I remembered the sound of my mothers squeal of delight as she
orgasmed with my tongue in her ass. Yes, I was feeling rather good
actually.

"We did not know how you wanted this house decorated so we only
stocked the kitchen and one of the guest rooms for my sister and I."

Wow. "OK." The food was something I've never ate before - but it was
delicious. It had plenty of spices - curry I think.

"Joelyn... and I, were wondering if you wished us to do anything for
you Master?" She was looking at me expectantly.

I had to ask, but almost scared at the answer I may get, "Like what?"
Out loud.

With her mind she immediately answered, [I could suck your cock as
Joelyn continues to serve you your supper?] I saw the barely
suppressed hunger in her elder gaze.

I could only nod with my head, turning her down. She did not look
disappointed but her hunger seemed to be suppressed a little. I'm not
innocent in the pleasures of a woman's mouth any more, having had my
one and only orgasm within mother's mouth, but I came here to talk
with Martha.

[Then Joelyn could service you with your mouth if you wish it?] I
looked at the older sister to see if there was any sign of jealously
but only saw happiness therein.

The nod took longer this time but this time it was a positive
response. It took a surprising amount of my teenage strength to
accept such an offer.

If truth be told the younger sister was marginally more visually
appealing to me than the elder, but Martha seemed to have more fire
and passion than the quiet younger woman.

It was strange, watching Joelyn catch a silent nod from her older sister and watch her move toward me suggestively.

These women have lived nearly their whole life as slaves, living only
for sexual pleasure. Now the same age as my grandmother, this woman
came to stand next to me and then effortlessly slip to her knees. I
watched her as she crawled beneath the table and felt her gently ease
my legs apart.

Fingers quickly unzipped my jeans and my cock tasted the cool air as
it was pulled from its cavern.

Joelyn didn't engulf me like mother did, but toyed with it, playing
with me using her hands and lips. I quickly hardened of course, as
her touches were very erotic if not a little maddening. Then and only
then did she take my cock into her mouth and slowly passionately
sucked me up and down, yet her hands cupped and squeezed my balls in
time to the movements of her mouth.

I sighed with the pleasure of it and Martha asked wordlessly, [Your
first time?]

I nodded negatively which caused her eyebrows to lift, [Your mom?]

Suddenly my heart felt as if it was about to explode in shame - the
fear of discovery had to have been plain on my face.

She saw my response and quickly added, [Its OK John.] I caught her
eye and saw that she Martha could not judge me, as her life was filled
with sexual escapades possibly more irrational that what I had
experienced with mom. [Did you do anything else with her?]

There was no reason not to tell her, [I licked her bum.]

Martha smiled proudly, [And she enjoyed it very much right?]

I nodded, this time embarrassed in some adolescent way at revealing my
experience. [Did you enjoy it?]

[Very much.]

Her smile was wide.

I'm not sure why I did it - maybe because seated in that empty house
with two mature lingerie-clad ladies, one sucking me slowly, the other
talking with her mind about my sexual experience with mother - it all
felt as if a dream, but I told her the details about my week at the
hotel. Not missing a single second of the erotic tale to tell.

I found it easy to chat with the old woman, knowing she did not judge
me, and only found pleasure in my pleasures.

"She is yours as strongly as I am John."

I could only stare at her comment.

"Her bond with you is with love as well as the fantasies you can
deliver. It is a great gift to be have such a woman - much harder to
do than using your power to enslave her."

I'm not sure if I liked the word 'enslave' as it was used with mom.
Yet, that is what she currently was - wasn't it?

I felt myself rising quickly to an orgasm when Joelyn stopped sucking me and pressed with her thumb at the point just below my balls. The
fast approaching orgasm was gone. The mouth returned to sucking.

I told Martha about my fantasies regarding Sarah and then what
happened the other night with Geri.

The sixty two year-old listened patiently but asked, "How do you feel
about Geri Master?"

She was my irritable younger sister so I just shrugged.

"She is at a dangerous junction in her life - she loves you more
passionately than even she can imagine." Martha smiled softly and
continued, "Joelyn was like that at that age as well, rather than let
time diminish her love I decided to share mine with her. That was
before our Master took us." Perhaps why he took them I added silently
to myself. "Geri will forget her love for you if you leave her alone
but if you want her to desire you like your mother does", I shivered
uncontrollably at this point, "then you can carefully initiate her
into having her join your circle of slaves."

Geri? She was my athletic introverted sister - the one that barely
gave me the time of day. But Martha's hypothesis seemed accurate, I
could feel the truth I her words. Did I want Geri as I did
Sarah... and mom, for that matter?

I sent a strong command to the woman kneeling between my legs and this
time, as I gained the heights, she did not stop. Instead the sexy old slave swallowed loudly the tribute I spurted into her mouth.

-*-

Mom was seated across the family room looking down at the magazine - I
won't call it reading. Geri was upstairs in her room. Dad was
watching the news, and I was seated next to him.

[She said it was your house?] mom was talking with me in her mind,
carrying on a conversation while dad sat feet away.

[It was huge mom, and empty.]

[Where was it again?] I told her the location. [That house! My god
John, its a mansion?]

[Its big mom.]

I could feel her reluctance with the next question, [Did anything else
happen?] I had already told her how the two old ladies answered the
door.

[Joelyn made supper.]

[And...?] mom was looking at me firmly over her magazine, and she
must sense my reluctance. She was my mother, she has had years of
experience in my hiding things from her. And, unfortunately, I have
learnt that the mind's voice expressed the same emotions as speaking
with ones mouth.

[Joelyn gave me a blow job as I ate.]

Moms eyes shut up to the ceiling, and she looked rather angry.

Thankfully, dad didn't notice a thing.

[Is that all or is there something else?] She was pretty angry, and
did not even hold the magazine before her to try and pretend she was
reading it.

[Not really.]

['Not really'?]

[Well they did something together before I left.]

[Yes?]

Did she really want to know all this? [Martha asked me permission for
her sister to... well, lick her off.]

[What!] It looked like mom was about to jump out of her chair.

I added defensively, [I didn't actually see anything - it was right
after I had come and Joelyn was hidden beneath the table.] The
younger sister had slipped from between my thighs to between her older sisters. And from the reactions of Martha, it was apparent how she
enjoyed the attention between her legs. I had wished, at the time,
that I could see what was happening between Martha's spread legs - but
in my awkward adolescence I was not sure how to ask.

You know how you said one sentence too much - well that last sentence
was it. mom jumped up and quickly stalked off before dad or I could
say anything, he just looked surprised at his wife's sudden departure
and turned back to the television.

In a couple of minutes I followed her.

"Mom?"

She was standing facing the kitchen counter, hands on its edge, and
chin upon her chest. I couldn't see her face, but it appeared that
she may be crying.

I spoke with my mind's voice, [What is wrong?] It was one of those
stupid questions we all ask to start a conversation.

She looked up and I saw her red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, [You
get a blow job from some woman and have the gall to ask me what is
wrong?] If there is a way to scream with your mind, she was doing it.

[I had to take them mom, since ...!]

She interrupted, [You lied to me John - you said you loved me, that
you wanted me to teach you.] She meant 'teach' in a much broader
sense of the word.

[I do love you mom.] I placed my open hand upon her shoulder but she
shrugged it off.

[Was she better than me?]

What? Of all things to ask. I never asked her if she enjoyed dad's
cock more than mine - why did she have to ask if Joelyn's mouth was
better than hers.

I decided to ignore the question, [Do you still want to leave dad
mom?]

It was as good a time as any to ask. The silence was thick between
us, but I was determined not to be the first to break it. [You were
not joking?]

[No I was not.]

[What would that make me... just another of your trophy slaves?] She
had a disgusted look on her face.

I was starting to get angry and thrust back with, [If that is what you
want!]

Her eyes shot up wide and I thought she was going to slap my face but
she suddenly turned away from me and began to cry yet again. [You can
read my mind, you tell me what I want.] It was a challenge.

I didn't want too, I could have of course, but for some reason I
needed her to say, or think, the words. [Tell me what you want mom?]

The silence was thick for a few seconds before I reached out and laid
the flat of my hand upon the covered thrust of her ass cheek. mom inadvertently thrust her ass toward me and sighed. [I want you baby.
Mommy wants to be yours.]

[You are mom.]

Both may hands had a handful of cheek, roughly fondling her above her
clothing. [I want to be your teacher baby... I want to learn with
you.]

The energy of the room was changing and I felt the hardness of my cock
painfully thrust against my jeans.

[I will have other lovers mother?]

Sighing with resignation, [I know.]

[You will accept that?]

[Do I have a choice?] I slipped a hand between her thighs, cupping
upwards, stroking roughly from her navel to her tail-bone.

[Of course you do!]

[I will try John... just please don't forget me!] She sighed so
loudly I thought mom or Geri might hear.

[I could never do that.] I had to test her, [You will accept me
having other women?]

[Yes.] No reluctance now.

[Anyone I desire?]

A little slow in responding, [Yes.]

[Even Geri?]

-*-

Mom's head turned and she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes
disbelieving. [Your sister?] Stupid question. [My god John... how
could you?] I withdrew my hands from that sexy ass.

I had to calm her down, she was starting to get incensed again, [I
haven't done anything yet mom.]

[But you will is that it?]

[Think about it mom, how will you live with me as we just talked about
unless Geri accepted us as lovers.]

[She is your sister John?]

[She is also a woman.]

[A little girl!]

[A teenager.]

[Barely!]

[Only a year younger than me.] That stilled her mind's voice for a
minute, mother lusted after me and I was but fourteen years
old... well, nearly fifteen.

[Am I not enough for you, do you need others?] She had calmed
herself, good. Was she accepting what I was telling her?

[Its not like that mom.]

[We haven't even... you don't even know if you need someone else?]

[We have not what mom?] I was being purposely obtuse.

[You know... fucked.] She couldn't look at me as she said it. That
word from her lips sounded so foreign.

[But you want too.]

A seconds hesitation, probably her parental propriety, [Yes.]

[You want to make me happy?]

[Yes.]

[You know that if I'm happy you will be happy right mom?]

[Oh god... yes!] She had to have been remembering the last two days
at the hotel.

[And if it makes me happy to be with Geri?]

Mom stood back up and turned back to me, looking firmly into my eyes.
[If you wanted this you could just make me like it?]

[I could.] I had already considered it.

[Why don't you?]

[Because I want to love the mother I have always known not some
mannequin that just looks like you.]

Her gaze softed only marginally. [What of Geri, will you turn her
into a mannequin?]

[No.] Of that I was sure of... not counting a little manipulation as
I've already done to mom, of course.

[So she may not want you as I do?] I could almost feel her thread of
hope.

[She does.] I told her about the other evening and mother hung her
head almost to her chest. It was true, and we both knew it, Geri
would come to me more willing than her mother had.

[Then it will be me and your sister as your play-things?]

[Yes. And Jaimie and Martha.] She already knew about those two, of
course.

[Anyone else you should warn me about?]

Should I warn her about her eldest daughter? I did not think it was
the right time, [Not yet.] She sighed with relief. [But I may change
my mind.]

[Will you at least be honest with me before including someone else?]

A ray of hope. [Yes, of course.]

Mother sighed deeply and finally asked, [What do you want me to do for
you first baby?]

The question could be taken in so many different ways.

Ungentlemanly I pressed on the tops of mothers shoulders until she
started to descend to her knees. She looked over her shoulder as if
expecting her husband to appear, but he was busy in the next room.

[Don't worry mom - dad won't leave the television.] She looked up
into my eyes and saw the certainty within - dad can not appear in the
kitchen without me knowing it. A small devious smile appeared just
before both her hands rose to unzip my jeans. Even as one hand
slipped into my jeans to find what me, I reached out to grasp my
mothers head in both of my hands.

I drew her towards me even as I felt the cool air upon my half-hard
shaft before it was engulfed by a warm wet mouth.

-*-

Saturday afternoon, dad was golfing and mom had disappeared to go
shopping. Geri normally played field hockey on Saturdays, but it was
cancelled due to the rain.

It was the day that I planned to confront Geri, to tell her I knew of
her love for me and that I would return it, with my conditions.

"Where did mom go dork?" A good start, wouldn't you say?

"Shopping." Normally, mom asked her youngest if she wanted to go out
with her, it was actually a little odd that she didn't this time.

"I wanted to talk with you Geri."

She stopped in half turn and crossed her arms over her 'A' cup pointy
breasts and gave me that impatient look she had perfected years
before. "Yea?"

I was seated in the living room, having waited for my sister's
appearance.

"I know how you feel about me Geri."

She looked a little nervous and then frowned suddenly, "You mean a
useless waste of air?"

So I gave up some of the information I've accumulated by peeking into
private thoughts. "I know how the last thing you do before you go to
sleep each night - I know who you think about." I had said it softly,
gently. Both Martha and mom and warned me to be gentle with Geri's
teenage heart.

The blood drained from my sisters tanned face and she suddenly turned
about and rushed from the room. In seconds I heard the door to her
room slam and her sobs echo through the house.

Shit, this wasn't going to be as easy as I thought. mom had warned me
about that as well.

Knocking softly, "Geri...?"

"Go away John!"

"Let me in."

"Please leave me alone OK?" She sounded pitiful, as if her worst fear
had just been exposed. In a sense it was true.

I tried another approach, anger, "Open the door right now!"

We had fought too often for just my angry voice to get her to do what
I wanted. There was nothing but sobs on the other side of the door.

So another tactic - one that mom had told me to use. "I want you to
listen to me OK Geri? I'm only going to tell you this once." I took
a long deep breath and was glad that her sobs had diminished so I knew
she was listening. "I love you too, more than a brother I mean.
Things are changing around here... and I don't want to loose you OK?
I want to be with you." She had to know what that meant right? "I
want to make you happy. OK?"

Nothing.

I turned about and retreated to my room. Just before I reached my
bedroom door I turned at a small sound to see my sister running toward
me. Suddenly she jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms and her legs
about me, our lips meeting. It was the first passionate kiss I've
ever had, and I could taste her tears upon her full red lips.

-*-

I was seated upon the middle of her pink lace-trimmed bed, her tight
small bottom upon my lap her our arms about each other. I had just
told her about the powers I discovered since waking from the 'coma'.
It was not such a large test of our trust, as I've spend hours in the
last couple of days assessing how 'honest' I could be with her.

Geri just looked at me like I was crazy.

"Do you want me to prove it to you?"

That impatient irritable little-sister look returned and it annoyed me
only a little. I rather enjoyed the wide-open loving look she had
given me since her tackle in the hallway. "Sure." I could tell she
didn't believe me.

[Here it comes!] I thought with my mind's voice and before she could
claim her astonishment and ask how I had talked with her without my
lips she suddenly jerked upon my lap. [Relax Geri... I love you... I
want to make you happy.]

It was something I've learnt from my week with mom, to give mental
licks upon intimate and clothed parts of the female body.

Geri turned her head and with wide eyes and gasped as another
invisible tongue slide up the length of her teenage slit.

"How...?"

The licks became more aggressive and I had to roughly hold Geri from
flopping from her place on my lap. I never realized she was so strong
before! She tried to hold my gaze but lost out as another mental
tongue started on her anus - as I knew would drive mom to oblivion.

Geri seemed to take it rather positively as well.

She was wearing her cotton sweat pants and a loose tee-shirt, not the
most sexiest of clothing but it did not seem to matter. Geri tried to
reach between her legs with her arm, but I held it in place about my
neck - no, she would enjoy this without any help!

The teenage girl orgasmed suddenly and clenched each of her strong
muscles before relaxing and letting me hold her in place. My lips
found hers to be wet but exhausted as I slipped my tongue in to
explore her mouth.

Our eyes met and she smiled and instead of the questions I had been
expecting asked me, "Do it again John!"

I did.

-*-

When the phone rang I groaned at the intrusion but reached over to
Geri's bedside table and picked it up.

"John?" It was mom.

"Hi mom." Geri looked up from her work and looked nervous at the
intrusion, I indicated for her not to stop. She still feared
discovery.

"Is it safe to come home yet? Is Geri OK?"

"She is doing fine mom, and give us another half hour OK?"

"Uh... OK." I hung up, almost laughing at the sound of disappointment
that I had accomplished what I desired.

I looked down at Geri's arched eyebrow before again closing my eyes
and enjoying her hands. My sister sat between my naked legs wearing
only her white thong-style panty, stroking my cock up and down as I
had instructed her too. Geri was giving me a hand-job.

She sat on her barely covered ass and watched my cock wide eyed,
feeling only love for me. I listened to her thoughts, at her sheer
amazed pleasure at what was happening between us... at the sight of my
beautiful cock. Her mental words not mine. Yet, she was scared and
only a little nervous about doing anything else with me - but wanting
too. A part of her was thankful that I hadn't gone further than ask
only for this hand-job, to the first cock she had ever seen.

I could hear her silent questions about that phone call, how I had
asked mother to give us another thirty minutes... minutes to do what
she had thought, why would her mother ask?

Mentally I answered, [That feels good sis!]

"Fuck...!" She forgot my ability, or rather she was not used to it
yet.

"How much does mom know John?" She didn't use her mind to ask -
actually disliking talking with our minds I realized with amusement.

[All of it.]

She suddenly stopped and I was forced to open my eyes yet again. "She
knows?" I saw the fear in her eyes.

[She loves you Geri.]

"Yea but...?"

[She loves me too.]

Something about that statement caught her attention and she looked up,
"She loves you like I do?"

I understood what she meant, [Yes.] Actually she loved me very
passionately, but it wasn't romance on her mind but raw lust.

Disgust was her first reaction, but I had anticipated that. I had
already altered Geri's mind nearly the same as I did with our mother.
She would never betray my love and would never become more than
slightly angry at me.

Geri let my hard pole go and climbed effortlessly to her feet, "How
could you John!" It wasn't really a question. "She is your mother for god sake - its incest!"

I laughed lightly, [And this isn't?]

Geri turned bright red, and saw that I was looking between her legs,
at the crotch of her white cotton panty. It was soaked through from
her two orgasms earlier, the white cotton dark and nearly transparent.
In fact I could see the sparse amount of brown hair pressing against
the wet fabric.

"Its different with us."

[Why?] I said mentally.

"Stop talking to me like that!" She was looking around for her
tee-shirt, and I adjusted my gaze to again appraise those delightful
pointy tits and the swollen nipple topping each. "She is our mother John!"

"She is still lonely... still needs love like you do."

Geri stared hard at me, her eyes only bri