Puzzle Box Genie 2.0Chapter 10 free porn video

Amara pulled Laura inside and took her into her arms, comforting her.

“I quit my job and went home expecting my ex to be long gone,” she sniffed and shook, clearly holding back tears.

“He wasn’t. We argued, both shouting and getting mad. I told him to get out, he punched me and...” she broke down at this point.

I pushed the anger down long enough to glean the rest of the story from Laura’s mind.

It only took a moment.

The bastard beat her, then raped her.

I lost the battle to hold back my anger. I was only barely conscious of my mother coming downstairs to see what all the crying was about.

Now, when any woman sees another crying, they instantly have that emotional connection. Add the maternal instinct all mothers have, and without even knowing the situation, my mother took Laura in like she was her own daughter.

“Mom, can Laura stay in Lauren’s room for a few days, her fucking boyfriend...” I could barely talk through the red mist clouding my mind.

“Of course, come with us,” my mother cut me off, she and Amara took her upstairs.

I quickly pulled her address from Laura’s mind and left the house. I’m usually a pretty chill guy, but right now, I wanted to kill someone.

Some might call me a hypocrite. They might say that using my powers to fuck Laura on the bus was the equivalent of rape. I had felt some guilt at how I handled things, but I had mostly assuaged this guilt. I hadn’t been abusive or violent, and Laura had enjoyed what we did. True, that was part of a command, but her life was infinitely better now than before.

Justified or not, it was my moral compass that set my and his actions apart.

The apartment complex Laura had lived in with her now ex-boyfriend was on the poorer side of town. Like most towns and cities, some areas were populated by the lower income working class while some areas are more affluent. The divide in our town has grown considerably over the last few years. It was one of the few places that had consistently rising property prices. A decade ago, we lived in an average town no more or less expensive than anywhere else.

However, with a school that quickly rose to one of the top 10 public schools in the country, in an area of natural beauty and with brilliant transport links to Oxford and London, the area quickly grew in popularity with wealthier people. Million-pound mansions and expensive houses appeared around town, and soon the businesses to accommodate them followed. Opening higher end stores on the high street brought in more new residents and introduced more money into the local economy.

The house we lived in cost around £380 thousand 14 years ago, when brought just a few months before my father died. Now it was worth upwards of £1.8 million. Aside from the occasional wealthy widow, our street was home to wealthy lawyers, private doctors, and business owners.

Built around two decades ago, when the town was still just your average small county town, Laura’s apartment complex was now home to single parents and low-income families. I ran up the stairs to the third floor, not wanting to wait for the rickety lift. My anger hardly quelled by the run over here.

I knocked on the door and waited. Nothing. I knocked again harder, this time accidentally leaving a dent in the cheap wooden door. This time I heard a rattling of a bolt as the door was unlocked, and Laura’s lanky dirtbag of an ex-boyfriend opened up the door.

“Dude, what the fuc...” he started.

Before he could finish, I smashed his head into the door frame, knocking him out. I glanced around to make sure no one saw before stepping over his prone body and dragging him into the flat, kicking the door shut. Leaving him to bleed into the carpet from a cut on his head, I glanced around the cramped apartment. The open-plan kitchen/diner/living space took up most of the flat. The two internal doors led to a small double bedroom and a bathroom.

I searched through a few draws until I found some duct tape. Then pulled the still unconscious teenager into a cheap plastic dining chair and used the tape to secure his legs to the chair’s, his arms onto the armrests, and wrapped the rest around his torso. I sat down opposite and took a moment to study him.

His bubble read Trent, 22. 5’11”, skinny with greasy lanky hair, acne riddled face, and his clothes were dirty and crumpled.

How the hell did a guy like this get a hottie like Laura?

He groaned and rolled his head into an upright position as he regained consciousness.

“Good, you’re awake,” I said, letting my anger be heard in my voice.

“What the...” I punched him across the face before he could finish, the force causing him to fall sideways. He let out of a yelp as he hit the floor.

I showed my strength by easily lifting him upright with one hand before slapping him around the face to get his attention back.

“You will only speak to answer my questions, which you will do truthfully.”

It was a command, not a request.

His scared eyes followed me as I paced back and forth before him. I’m in my rush to get over here, and with anger being my dominant emotion, I hadn’t thought past this point.

“What should I do with you?” I said aloud as I couched down to face him.

“Un-fucking tape me and get the fuck out of my flat,” he spat, answering my question.

“It was rhetorical dumbass,” I said before pushing him backwards on the chair, his head bouncing off the floor, causing more groaning as I pulled him up again

I pulled over another chair and sat facing him, studying his face. Unattractive, dirty, the sneer of hate on his face not doing him any favours. I pushed into his mind, not being gentle about it, and found the last memories he had of Laura.

Laura coming home, being angry at him for still being there. She tried to get him to leave, and he beat her. As Laura lay crying, he carried on shouting about this other guy, how she was as acting as a slut, as if anyone else would put up with her shit. She tried to leave, but he pinned her to the floor and forced himself into her.

His violent rutting lasted only a few short minutes, but I had seen enough and pulled away, not wanting to see any more for fear I would go too far in my efforts for retribution.

“I’m tempted to throw you into prison and make you into the free use bitch. See how you like being raped.”

“But I’m not.” I stood and took a step closer.

“I’m going to give you a chance few men get. “ I took hold of his head, a hand on either side.

“A clean slate,”

I threw my consciousness at him, ripping into his mind. He screamed out in physical pain. Until now, I had always been gentle with my power. I would slip in, being careful to avoid any mental or physical trauma. This time, however, the full force of my mental powers caused him to scream out in pain and strain against his bonds, his whole body tensing.

I looked into every part of his mind that I could. Personality, feelings, emotions, memories, and knowledge. I pulled it all together, and focusing my power, burned it away.

His screams intensified as I destroyed everything that made him the despicable human he was. He shook violently as if he was actually on fire, and I continued to burn away, destroying it all, not caring how much pain he was in or how much energy I was spending.

I lost track of time as I erased it all. Not just his memories and feelings, but how to talk, walk, and even control his bowels. I left him with just the bare minimum to keep breathing. He would spend the next few years being taught to eat, talk, and walk again.

Hopefully, he would turn out as a better person this time.

His voice had given out at some point, and now his head hung forward, drool hanging from his mouth, small moans coming from the broken man.

I took one last look at him and almost felt pity for him. Almost being the operative word there. I found his phone, rang 999, and left it on the table. The emergency services would trace the call, and somebody would arrive and put him into some form of care.

I left the building without looking back, thoughts of the scum bag already fading from my mind, my anger dissipating. I should probably check in on him in a few months. In all honesty, I was unlikely to ever think about him after this.

As I walked out into the fresh air, the fatigue hit me, and I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. I had exerted too much power. The run over here and the obliteration of someone’s mind had completely drained my sexual energy supply and used my body’s natural energy-sapping my strength. I staggered to a nearby bench and rested for a few minutes to catch my breath.

I pulled my phone out and called a taxi to take me home. There was a message from Pip.

‘Can’t wait for later. I can’t stop thinking about your gigantic cock in my ass. Still haven’t told parents I’m leaving yet LOL.

Ah crap, I forgot that was today. The whole Laura thing had distracted me.

‘Sorry. I need to ask for a rain check. Family emergency. Promise I’ll text you in a few days and ill help with the parents.’

‘Hope nothing too serious. I understand. Maybe this will cheer you up.’

Her next message was a picture. It showed Pip from the waist up. She was using both hands to hold the camera. Her upper arms pressed her small B-Cups together. More interesting were the nipple clamps she wore. The two small metal clips were attached by a thin chain, which she held between her teeth. The chain pulled her tits upward, her nipples stretching.

Despite my exhaustion, I felt my cock stir. As my taxi pulled up, I saved the image.

Half an hour later I staggered through my front door. I shut the door and slid to the floor, exhausted. I felt Amara’s soft hands stroking my face and lifting my chin to meet her gaze. She bent down and gave me a soft kiss.

“You have been careless with your power ... much more, and you could have expended your entire life force. You must understand your limits.,” She used a firm tone, but her face had a softness to it that showed her concern.

“Laura?” I asked.

“Resting, as you should be,” Amara responded.

She pulled me up and helped me upstairs, taking me into Lauren’s room and putting me into bed with Laura. I slid in behind her and wrapped my arms around her, softly spooning her delicate form. Her whole body seemed to soften slightly with the basic comfort and security of feeling safe in another person’s arms.

I fell asleep and let my body recharge. My mind was just as mentally exhausted as my body. I didn’t dream. I surrendered myself to the darkness and gave no thought to what would happen next.

I awoke just past 8 pm that same day. The few hours of sleep gave me enough energy to hold myself upright, but not much more. I needed a good 12 hours before I would feel some semblance of normality. Or better yet, I could screw both the twins and Amara, followed by a night’s sleep. That would defiantly give me the boost I needed!

There was a reason I woke while still exhausted. I needed to pee, like right now! I made my way to the bathroom as quickly as my protesting body would take me. That pressing matter dealt with the next caused my stomach to growl, announcing the second reason I was awake. I was starving. Like cramping stomach, hunger pains hungry.

I made my way to the kitchen, and I have never been so happy to find leftover takeout in my entire life. I didn’t even bother to heat it; I just ate it cold, shoving it down my throat as fast as I could.

After that, I chucked a 12-inch pizza in the microwave and chugged a pint of milk while it cooked. I consumed the entire pizza and followed it with a family-sized cheesecake. I must have consumed a good few thousand calories over the average 2500 I’m supposed to, in just one meal.

After taking 10 minutes to clean up and let my food go down, I looked for the twins and Amara, hoping to go another round to recharge my batteries. My room was empty, and Laura was still asleep in Lauren’s room. I checked the twin’s room then remembered they had a new year’s party tonight and would have already left.

A real shame. I could have really done with stretching out there not so innocent pussy’s and playing with their perky tits. Then again, maybe what I really needed was the more developed, exceptionally talented, stunning, otherworldly body of my personal sex genie.

If only I could find her. There was only one place left—my mother’s room. I opened the door and could hear the en-suite shower running. I found Amara looking through my mother’s wardrobe, a selection of clothes already heaped on the bed.

“I’m surprised you’re up considering how I found you,” she said as she pulled a long blue dress from its hanger. She studied it for a moment before discarding it onto the growing pile on the bed.

“Yeah, we need to talk about that. What are you doing?” I asked, taking a seat on a small corner of the bed free from mess.

“Helping your mom get ready for her party. We bonded while comforting Laura. She and I, your mom, I mean, are BFFs now. “ she now had two dresses in each hand and was trying to decide between the two.

“How do you even know what BFF means?” I asked, slightly surprised at her knowledge of modern slang and apparent dress sense?

“Everything you know, I know, remember? I thought I told you this already. Everything else I picked up from the internet. You really can learn anything online. What do you think?” She asked, lifting each dress?

“Your sense of style must be a built-in female thing because all I see are two black dresses,” I said as I shrugged my shoulder in indifference.

“So, what are my choices?” my mother asked as she stepped from the bathroom naked save a pair of purple panties and a towel wrapped around her hair.

She froze with a look of shock on her face as she saw me sitting there looking at her naked body. Her pale unblemished skin shone from the oil she rubbed in after showering, and her efforts in the gym showed. She had a flat stomach with a lightly defined six-pack and long sexy legs toned to perfection.

She had the same melon sizes D-cups tits as Lauren. Although she was older, and had breastfed four children, they were still magnificent. A slight bit of extra drop was to be expected, and her nipples were a darker shade of brown than the lighter hue of Lauren’s or the twins’ tiny little pink nubs.

She didn’t have the young nubile sex appeal of the 14-year-old twins or even the sexy, perfectly developed body of my older sister in her sexual prime. To compare anyone to Amara isn’t fair. She was created to be the epitome of sexy.

No, my mother possessed a slightly more mature allure of someone 100% confident with their body. Her slim waist, long-legged good looks came from hard work, and she owned it. At this moment, she didn’t resemble my mother, but a sexually stunning older woman.

All this registered in my brain in the few seconds she just stood there. My cock had rocketed to hardness, pressing painfully against my jeans. I was very close to using what little power I had recovered to tell her it’s okay ... you want this ... enjoy it.

She would lean forward, remove the towel and flick her damp hair back like they do in the adverts. I would have stripped in record time, and we would passionately make out, her slick body rubbing against mine. Her tits would rub against my chest, my hard dick nestled between the folds of her pussy as she slid back and forth along the length of my dick, her juices coating my dick.

I walked backwards, and she pushed me onto the bed, a wicked smile on her lips. Shoving the clothes aside, she straddled me, one hand on my shoulder for support, the other moving my cock head to kiss the entrance to her pussy.

She sank and took the entire 8 inches of my dick in one motion. My cock was fully seated inside my mother’s pussy. The same one I was born from. A son back inside his mother in a way nature never intended. But fuck nature’s intentions, because it felt perfect. I felt she must do Kegel’s to be so tight after four natural births. As she rode me, her pussy squeezed and caressed my length.

She continued to ride me, pulling nearly all the way off before slamming down again, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The slight extra sag in her tits made them bounce erotically, and I couldn’t wait to flip her over and watch them swing as I hammered into her.

After making her squirt all over my cock, (so that’s where Lauren got it from), I would move into doggy and push my cock; wet with her juices into her ass. She would rock back against me, loving the slight pain and massive pleasure of being sodomised by her son.

As I reamed my mother’s ass using her tits as handles, a naked Amara would slide under my mother into a 69 and use her tongue to work my mother’s clit and pussy while holding her ass cheeks spread for me. My mother surprised me by quickly bringing Amara to a creamy orgasm with a skilled tongue that had obviously tasted another woman’s pussy before.

She continued to work Amara’s sweet pussy as she combined oral and anal stimulation that caused her to orgasm twice more. Both times blasting Amara’s face with her squirt, which my girlfriend adored. As my mother orgasmed a 4th and final time, I buried myself to the hilt and filled her ass with what felt like a gallon of cum. She came like a geyser, nearly drowning Amara with her copious juices.

Amara gave as good as she got, and she erupted, her pussy squirting like a goddamn fire hose right at my mother’s face. She squirted more in that one orgasm than my mother had in four. I would kneel back, my cock sliding from my mother’s ass and into Amara’s waiting mouth as she sucked me clean.

Pulling my mother upright against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her, getting lost in the pleasure of caressing her soft tits. We kissed and shared the taste of Amara’s juices while Amara, who was still between my mother’s legs, latched onto her asshole and ate all the hot cum I had just deposited there.

Then we would shower together, and both girls would suck me off together, sharing another massive load before my freshly fucked mother would leave for her new year’s party, her pussy wet, her ass stretched and the taste of her sons cum on her lips.

Sadly, however, before I could utter such a command, my mother quickly back stepped and slammed the bathroom door. I just sat there open-mouthed, with a massive hard-on, the image of my mother forever saved in my memory.

“Mmmmm, such a shame we don’t have more time,” Amara teased with a sexy little smirk before slipping into the bathroom after my mother, both dresses still in hand.

She had felt the general gist of my fantasy, if not the specifics. I think the bulge in my trousers was also a dead giveaway.

I could hear them talking, but couldn’t make out the words through the door. A thought came to me of a new way to use my powers. I slid out of the room and went back to Lauren’s room, which shared a wall with my mother’s bathroom. I sat cross-legged on the end of the bed, careful not to wake a still resting Laura.

I took a quick look at my power levels, and they were still very low. A few hours of sleep and the stupid amount of food I had consumed had helped, but what I needed to do was fuck. With my changed cells, my body ran primarily off sexual energy. Food and rest could be transformed into sexual energy by my body but provided only a fraction of the power that sex did.

I should have enough for what I had planned, however. I closed my eyes, relaxed, and reached for Amara’s consciousness. Finding it, I just sort of willed myself into her mind and “plugged in” to her sight and hearing.

I wasn’t sure if it would work, considering I couldn’t read Amara’s mind. But I wasn’t actually reading her mind or influencing her. I was just linking our senses so I could see and hear what she could.

A view of my mother’s nude body suddenly sprung up. She had her back to me. Or rather Amara, and was facing the mirror, her head hanging. From the view I had, I guess Amara was sitting on the toilet seat. There was no sound for a moment ... then it came through crystal clear.

“Eira, it doesn’t matter. So what if Thor saw you naked? It was an accident. Things happen,” Amara said.

I think my mother had been crying. She sniffed back a sob, looked up at herself in the mirror and took a breath to compose herself, then turned to face Amara, leaning back against the countertop. She seemed perfectly comfortable to be naked in front of Amara. Maybe it’s a girl thing, or perhaps an Amara thing. The twins and Lauren had no reservations about being nude or having sex with Amara. Unfortunately, since I was just along for the ride, I could only see where Amara looked.

“It’s not the fact he saw me naked. It’s the fact I LIKED that he saw me.”

Um, what? I didn’t expect my mother to say that.

“So, you wanted him to see you, and he did. I don’t see the problem,” Amara replied.

She wanted me to see her naked! Things have a taken an unexpected turn.

“No, no,” my mother shook her head.

Okay, so maybe not.

“I said I liked he saw me naked. At first, I was just shocked that he was there, and I froze. But then I saw the look on his face, the lust in his eyes, the bulge in his trousers...” she trailed off before snapping back to reality.

“I shouldn’t like my son finding me attractive sexually.”

“I think most people find you attractive. You’re sexy as hell. Just look at you.”

As Amara said this, she scanned my mother from head to toe, giving me my first full view from Amara’s POV.

Her long, toned legs were sleek and powerful from her time in the gym. The purple thong was a stark contrast to her naturally pale skin because of her Icelandic heritage. Her flat belly and slender waist further testament to her fitness and diet regime. Those amazing tits I had an overwhelming desire to wrap around my dick, shaking slightly with every slight movement. Her face showed her Nordic roots with strong features: high, sharp cheekbones, angled jaw and those piercing icy blue eyes.

She really was quite stunning. If my father were still alive, I would ask how he got a woman like her.

“Get her pregnant,” he might say. Somehow, I don’t think that would work for me just yet.

“Thor’s just a guy, and most of the time, all a guy sees is tits and ass. You have great tits and an amazing ass. I mean, just look at these!” Amara reached out and squeezed my mother’s tits.

God, I should have attached myself to her sense of touch as well.

My mother was very nonchalant about being groped by my girlfriend and just gave her a small smile. I think it’s because it was more a move to lighten the mood than gain any sexual gratification. Or maybe it’s just another girl thing. I’ve given up trying to understand them.

There are a few things that are impossible in this world. Slamming a revolving door, impossible. Carrying laundry without dropping at least one sock, impossible.

Understanding women! Defiantly impossible.

The sight of Amara’s darker-skinned hands cupping my mother’s soft pale tits was something I would have to see with my own eyes. The contrast was wildly alluring.

“I shouldn’t feel like this.” my mother whispered as she slid down to the floor and pulled her legs up to her chest, blocking any view of all but the sides of her breasts.

“I shouldn’t want my son to find me attractive. I shouldn’t want him to be sexually excited by my body, and I shouldn’t like it when he is.”

“The worse thing, even with the guilt I feel right now, is I still want him to be attracted to me in that way. My feelings for him are not suitable for how a mother should feel about her son.”

“He just reminds me so much of his father. “ Her eyes grew distant, and I knew she was thinking of him.

I felt my power ebbing and fatigue creeping into my limbs, so I severed the connection and stared at the insides of my eyelid’s both my vision and hearing my own again.

I pondered what I had seen and heard. As far as I could tell, my mother was sexually attracted and liked that I felt that same way. I felt like she wanted to act upon her feelings, but guilt, or some form of it at least, was holding her back. I could quickly get rid of that guilt. Somehow, however, I was reluctant to do so. Getting a random stranger to fuck me was one thing, but it just felt “wrong” to do that to my mother.

Both the twins and Lauren had been the instigators in our sexual relationships, and I just needed my mother to start something as well. She needed to overcome her guilt to ever to be genuinely committed to a sexual, incestuous relationship.

I was so deep in thought; I didn’t register the sound of Laura waking up. Nor did I notice the shifting of the mattress as she moved up behind me. The first I realised her presence was when she drew me back to the present with a kiss on the side of my neck.

She continued to kiss my neck as one arm slid under mine and traced mindless patterns on my chest. Her other arm moved to my trousers and rubbed my cock, quickly bringing me to hardness. I leant back into her and turned my head so we could kiss properly.

She slid back, pulling me with her, and I spun to face her as we moved up the bed. I crawled over her and continued to kiss her body. I supported myself with my arms while she fumbled with the fastener on my jeans.

She finally got my trousers loose, and with surprising strength, flipped me over and took charge. She looked incredibly sexy, straddling me. Her curly hair was slightly mussed, her eyes full of lust, and a sexy smirk on her face. I could feel the lust pouring off her, already working at soothing my weary limbs and bolstering my dwindling energy. She quickly pulled my jeans and boxers off and took my stiff shaft in her hand.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and her fingers just reaching all the way around. Guess it’s the first time she studied a proper cock rather than the pencil dick her ex had. She licked the tip a few times, running the length of her tongue along the end of my cock. She swirled her tongue, circling the head, then going down to my balls. It was more like she was rubbing my cock along her tongue than her tongue licking my cock.

She took me into her mouth and drifted her mouth up and down the top few inches of my cock while jerking me with her other hand. When I first made her suck my cock, I was low on power and just used her mouth as a hole to fuck, forcing my cock into her throat.

With her in control, it was a slow build as she took her time. She did it with an almost tenderness that I hadn’t experienced before. She was finding she was enjoying sucking my cock. Previously, it had always been a task she disliked. More because of her ex than any genuine dislike of the act. She still didn’t match the skill of Amara and my sisters, but her naivety really worked for me. After about five minutes of her slow ministrations, I warned her of my impending orgasm and then came into her mouth.

She wasn’t prepared for the massive quantities of cum I produce, and she struggled to swallow the flood of jizz that I pumped into her mouth. She coughed, spilling cum over my cock and balls. It took her a moment to recover, but she quickly took me back in her mouth to swallow the rest. When my cock has stopped spewing its load, she licked my cock and balls clean of the spilt load.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise how much there would be. Is that normal?”

“I’m above average,” I smirked.

She smiled and licked an errant drop she had missed.

“I can’t believe how good you taste,” she moaned softly.

“I always hated when... ‘he’ came in my mouth”. She couldn’t bring herself to say his name yet.

She sat up, straddling my thighs, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her braless tits beneath. The same size as the twins, the bottom-heavy shape made them look bigger even on her larger frame. Easily a full handful and very similar to my mother’s in shape and position. She slid her shorts off her legs and sat atop me in all her naked glory.

I took her arms and pulled her down to me, my cock trapped against her stomach, her tits pressed against my chest, her face level with mine.

“If you’re not ready for this after what happened, then that’s fine if you need time to...” she cut me off with a kiss.

“I spent the past few years of my life in a shitty relationship, with a shitty job, that paid for a shitty apartment. I had shitty sex with that dirtbag of an ex who didn’t care if I enjoyed it. Then, I had the most amazing sex of my life, my first orgasm, and I felt things I didn’t even know were possible. Now, I don’t want to let that asshole waste any more of my time and stop me from experiencing every pleasure a real man can give me. So, stop worrying, and fuck me!”

I was still a little dubious. She certainly seemed up to it, and I needed the boost in power. But I took a moment to look into her mind and see what she was truly feeling. I didn’t want her to rush into this any further than she already had for the wrong reasons. She had been raped, and that didn’t seem like something you got over easily.