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Subject: {ASSM} Minding Others, Parts 7 and 8 (mf, mF, mc, incest, reluct)
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Minding Others
by DiscipleN

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


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to be continued next week...

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