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Gemma Young paced back and forth in her living room as she furiously scolded her son. Never in her wildest dreams had she expected to come home from work to find him having sex not only with their neighbor Sarah Matthews, but with her cute daughter Ashley too! Fancy that — a mother-daughter combo! Right there in her very own bedroom! The audacity of it! To see them both kneeling before him, covered in spunk. She had been lost for words and had just stood in the doorway eyes-wide aghast.

A few seconds later she had kicked the two tramps out of her house and violently dragged her naked son into their living room. She had ranted. She had raved. She had thrown cushions at him and she had shouted herself speechless. And the entire time he had just sat there, as calm as the day is long. A wry little smile playing across his face, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed that he had been caught or that he now sat completely naked in front of his own mother. Most eighteen-year olds would have blushed and stammered and offered a million apologies and excuses. But not Ben. He just sat there, he almost looked amused. And look — his cock was still semi-hard! Had he no shame?

Finally she gained control of herself, she took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

‘I’m not going to ask why, you’re eighteen, and the answer’s obvious.’ She said. ‘But how Ben? That’s what amazes me the most — I mean it was a mother and daughter for heaven’s sake! How?’

Ben regarded his mom for a few seconds and his face creased as though he were considering his answer carefully.

‘Would you believe that I was just irresistible?’

She looked back at him with a scornful stare. ‘No-one is that irresistible. Try again mister, I want the truth.’

‘The truth?’

‘Yes. We’re not moving from here until you’re completely honest with me. Or maybe you like sitting naked in front of your own mother?’

To her amazement her son simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. ‘Whatever floats your boat mom. Don’t think I haven’t caught you catching a peak of the good stuff.’ He brazenly indicated his cock.

Gemma flushed a deep beetroot, stunned by his cockiness.

‘Don’t test your luck k**do. You may think you’re a hot little charmer but I am your mother.’

‘Oh I know who you are, maybe better than you know yourself.’

‘And what exactly is that supposed to mean?’

Ben looked her up and down appraisingly and her bl**d ran cold. She suddenly felt like she was the one who was naked and not the other way around.

‘The truth?’ He asked, ‘That’s really what you want?’

She nodded.

‘I can control people’s minds.’ He sat back in the sofa, hands behind his head.

She waited for the punch line but it never came. They matched stares for a few seconds before she pulled herself away. There was something about his eyes she’d never noticed before. They were kind of, well, empty. It was like being sucked into a vacuum. She shook her head and blinked a few times, amazed that he’d been able to shock her into silence like this.

‘You can control people’s minds.’ She repeated skeptically.

‘Yes.’

‘Is that supposed to be funny?’

‘Oh I find it very funny.’ He said. ‘But to be honest it’s getting rather boring. It’s not even a challenge anymore. I mean Sarah Matthews AND Ashley Matthews. At the same time. And they gave in so easily.’

‘That’s not funny Ben. Stop lying to me.’

‘I’m not. I just concentrated real hard and — poof! — their brains were scrambled.’

‘Ben…’ she warned impatiently.

‘But do you know what I really wanted?’ He continued unfazed. ‘I wanted to see if Mrs Matthews would eat her daughter’s pussy.’

Gemma gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. She had never heard her son speak so vulgarly, it was a side she had never seen before.

‘And I think she would have done it too, it took a lot of coaxing but I think she would have done it. Imagine that. But then you came bursting in and ruined everything. Thanks heaps mom.’

‘That’s enough Ben. I won’t have you talking like this in front of me. If you want to indulge in your sick little fantasies that’s fine, but don’t sit there and tell me such outrageous lies. Have some respect.’

‘I can prove it.’ He told her matter-of-factly.

‘What?’

‘I can control minds. I can prove it.’ He suddenly stood up and walked to the sideboard.

‘Wh-what are you doing?’

‘I’m getting proof.’ He scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it neatly in half and placed it inside an envelope. On the back of the envelope he wrote their address and then placed a stamp on it. ‘I’m going to post this tomorrow and by the time it comes back to us I will have scrambled your brain too.’

‘Are you high or something? What the hell is wrong with you?’

‘It’s the truth mom.’

Gemma shook her head sadly at him. ‘I’m so disapp-‘

Her son cut her off. ‘In four days time this letter will get back to us. When it does I will open it and read it to you. And then, even after I’ve proved it to you, even after you realize the truth.’ He grinned at her confidently. ‘Even after you realize what I’ve done to you, you’re still going to get on your knees and beg to suck me off.’

Gemma slapped him hard and he reeled backwards clutching his cheek.

‘How dare you speak to me like that!’ She shouted, ‘I’m not one of those slutty little tramps you’ve just been fucking, I’m your mother for fuck-sake! How dare you! Who the fuck do you think you are?’ She slapped him across the shoulder again for good measure. ‘Get to your room and think about what you’ve just said.’

Ben stared back at his mother silently before moving to walk away. As he passed her his hand suddenly shot out and he touched her lightly on the forehead with his index finger.

‘Poof!’ He said and then walked away clutching the envelope.

That night Gemma tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, completely shocked by the exchange earlier in the day. She couldn’t believe her own son would speak to her so degradingly. It was like he was a completely different person.

She’d given birth to Ben when she was eighteen and had been a young mom. She’d made her mistakes along the way, but up until today she’d always thought she’d done a good job of raising him. She’d always considered the fact that she was still young herself a bonus. She’d thought that she’d be able to manage closeness with him that an older mom couldn’t. She was only thirty-six and since he’d turned eighteen she had felt like they weren’t just mother and son, but friends too.

Maybe that was the problem. He just didn’t respect her anymore. And to tell her she was going to suck him off? Christ!

She thought about all that nonsense about being able to control peoples’ minds. Was he crazy? Was that why he was having these delusions? The fact that her son had always been popular wasn’t lost on her. Sure he could be charming at times, and he usually got the things he wanted. But for him to think that he could control minds! It beggared belief. And that lewd suggestion – was he serious? Did he really think she was going to give him a blowjob? His own mother?

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling uncomfortably. She knew that at thirty-six she was younger than any of his friends’ moms. And she knew that all his friends secretly lusted after her, hell, they probably wanked themselves silly fantasizing about her! And she’d be lying if she didn’t admit that the thought tickled her, that at times she’d even encouraged it with her skimpy swimsuits and short skirts. But she never meant to tease HIM. Her own flesh-and-bl**d. She never imagined that she’d be turning him on too. She wasn’t sure she could blame him though. With her long blonde hair, blazing green eyes and trim figure with full breasts she was the fantasy of most guys in the neighborhood. Try as she might, regardless of the outfit, she looked like a porn star no matter how she dressed. Why wouldn’t a horny delusional eighteen-year old boy lust after her?

She wondered if he masturbated over her too? Or if he even realized his cock had been rock hard again when he had walked out of the room?

She slowly drifted off to sl**p.

As she got dressed the following morning she decided that she wouldn’t make her son any breakfast. She was still quietly fuming over his behavior the previous day and wanted to punish him. If he wanted to mix it with the grown-ups then he could start by making his own food.

‘Beg to suck him off? As if!’ she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair. She’d teach him to show some respect alright.

As she walked down the stairs she was amazed to find Ben already up and dressed. He was stood by the sink washing his dishes. She paused on the stairs to watch him, looking for anything different. But he behaved just like the same old Ben, the way the son she knew and loved acted. The step creaked beneath her foot and he looked up at her, startled.

‘Oh, um, morning mom.’ He smiled at her sheepishly. ‘Look I’m really sorry for the way I spoke yesterday. It was out of line.’ He gestured at the kitchen table. ‘I made pancakes for breakfast.’ He offered by way of apology.

Gemma frowned at her son and he looked back at her uncertainly then looked at his feet. ‘Sorry mom.’ He mumbled.

She sighed audibly and finished making her way down the stairs. She sat beside the kitchen table and silently tucked into one of the pancakes. It was good. She swallowed and then looked at him and offered a brief small smile.

‘I guess it’s a start.’ She told him. He looked relieved and turned back to washing the dishes.

‘A start is all I ask, but I’m going to make it all up to you I promise. I’m so sorry you saw me like that. I shouldn’t have told you those things. I-I don’t know what was wrong with me, or why I said what I said. I’m so sorry mom.’

He was babbling now and she began to relax. THIS was how a teenage boy was supposed to act when he’d been busted having sex. Humble and deeply apologetic.

And pancakes! She could get used to this.

‘Its okay honey, like I said, it’s a start. I just want to forget all about yesterday.’

‘Thanks mom.’

‘But there is one thing I want to clear up first.’ She gauged his reaction carefully. ‘What you said you wanted me to do… you didn’t mean it did you? I mean, you wouldn’t really want me to do… that?’

Ben blushed and looked away. ‘Sorry mom.’

Was that a yes or a no? She wondered but let it drop for now. She’d been a horny teenager once too. Still, now that he was talking sense again maybe there was a way through all this nonsense.

‘These are nice pancakes Ben.’ She said and began eating another one.

‘Thanks.’

As she chewed Gemma giggled nervously and tried to break the tension.

‘So you can read minds eh?’ She teased him.

‘Control minds.’ He blurted and then shrugged. ‘But yeah, I can read them too.’

‘Okay, what color am I thinking of?’

Blue.

‘Red.’ Ben said instantly.

‘Ha! You suck!’ Gemma laughed then put her hand over her mouth. Suck? Oops! That wasn’t helping. ‘Some mind reader you are.’

‘Controller.’ He corrected her again and then smiled slyly. ‘Yeah I guess you’re right.’ He brushed his hand through his brown hair and frowned at her. ‘You sure it wasn’t red? I think it was you know, and you just want to tease me. You thought of red and you wanted to tease me. Go on, admit it. It’s revenge right? You want to tease me as revenge?’

‘Sorry k**do, don’t quit your day job.’

He looked at her suspiciously, like he was still trying to read her mind. ‘Hmmm…’ Then he threw his arms up in the air as though in defeat. ‘Oh knickers!’ he said. ‘Flipping teasing red knickers.’

She started laughing. A few seconds later he joined in.

When she was done with the pancakes he cleared the dishes up and began filling the sink with water again.

‘Such a good boy.’ Gemma told him and squeezed his shoulder from behind.

‘So, you forgive me then?’

‘We’ll see sweetheart. We’ll see.’

She sat back down and drank coffee while they chatted about his plans for the summer. They carefully circled around the events of the preceding day and Gemma was quietly hopeful that they could now put it past them. When he was done drying the dishes Ben retrieved his jacket from the coat-stand and slipped into his sneakers.

‘I’ve got to run some errands mom. I’ll be back in a little while if that’s okay?’ He stood in their open doorway and looked back at her questioningly.

‘Sure honey, whatever you need to do. Make sure you’re back by lunch though.’

‘Oh its okay, I won’t be long.’ He told her. ‘I just have to post a letter.’

‘Alright. See you later baby.’ She smiled happily as he closed the door behind him and walked up the garden path. Things were going to be just fine, she told herself. There’s nothing wrong with my son, he’s just-

Wait. Did he say letter?

She resisted the urge to ask him about his errand when he returned for lunch. He seemed so happy, so normal. She didn’t want to ruin things again. He was a good boy, who cares if he got a bit caught up in his fantasies?

Still, it nagged at her the rest of the day. She couldn’t quite put it to rest. Was it the same letter he’d written yesterday? And if so what did it say? It was proof he had said, how could it be proof? She remembered how self-assured he had seemed. And so it went, over and over all day long. It nagged and needled and worried her until she could take no more.

‘Ben?’ She asked later that night.

‘Hmmph?’ He murmured distractedly, caught up in the Saturday night movie.

‘What was that letter you posted this morning?’

He gave a little side-long glance at her ‘Oh, ah, nothing.’

‘Ben?’ she moaned at him. ‘Tell me.’

Her son sighed and turned to face her. ‘It was just a letter mom.’

She paled and whispered nervously ‘Proof?’

Ben stood up. ‘I think I’m going to get an early night.’ He told her and climbed the stairs to his bedroom.

As she sat alone in the dimly lit room Gemma suddenly felt a little shook up and try as she might she was unable to concentrate on the film. A short while later she retired to bed too.

When she woke the next morning her very first thought had been red panties and she instantly remembered the idea she’d had before falling asl**p. If Ben wanted to torture himself by fantasizing that he could control her mind then why shouldn’t she help him? Maybe tease him a little? Why shouldn’t she let him think his plan was working — even if it was only for the day? Maybe if she showed him how stupid he was being he would let it all drop.

She eventually found the panties she had in mind at the bottom of her underwear drawer. They were tight and frilly in a scorching red and as she fingered their delicate lace she tried to remember when and where she’d bought them. No matter she decided and eagerly slipped them on. They were a snug fit and she felt sexy as she admired herself standing topless in the mirror. Her breasts were full and pert and, she suddenly realized, her nipples were stiff with excitement.

Wow, it had been a while since she’d felt like this!

She slipped into a plain white shirt and tied a few of the buttons. It was only short and barely covered the tops of her thighs. But was just low enough to cover her panties. Until she sat down at least. Without a bra her breasts strained against the inside of the shirt and opened it up a little at the front. She was showing a hell of a lot of cleavage but it would be worth it to see his face. He had always liked her breasts, even as an infant. She remembered how eagerly he would latch onto her nipples when he was breast-fed. How she would sing to him as she nursed him to sl**p in his cock —

‘Cot.’ She corrected herself. ‘I mean cot.’

She paused and looked again in the mirror. She could probably do with some make-up, but still, the ruffled just-got-out-of-bed look was just as sexy. She took a deep breath then released it slowly. Man she felt hot.

Ben was downstairs pottering about the kitchen again. He was sat beside the sink eating cereal out of a bowl when his mom came down. His eyes immediately widened when he saw what she was wearing but he recovered quickly.

‘Oh hi mom. Would you like some coffee?’ He turned away from her and flicked the kettle.

‘Thanks sunshine.’ She beamed, she had registered the brief moment of shock on his face and was delighted that her efforts hadn’t been in vain. This was too easy. She slipped into the chair and crossed her legs beneath the table. Her thighs curved over one another and were tanned and soft and inviting.

‘Not getting dressed this morning mom?’ He cocked an eyebrow at her.

‘No.’ She leaned back in her chair sultrily and crooned, ‘I don’t know what’s the matter with me but I just didn’t feel like it today.’ She pulled her hands behind her head as she stretched and her tits pushed out obscenely. ‘You don’t mind do you?’

Too obvious? She bit her lip and settled down.

‘Yeah. Whatever.’ He turned away casually and began pouring their drinks. ‘I was thinking of going to the cinema this afternoon anyway.’

‘That’s nice honey. What were you planning on seeing?’

He shrugged and handed her a mug of coffee. ‘Nothing in particular. I just thought you wouldn’t want me hanging around under your feet all day.’

‘Silly.’ She said. ‘You wouldn’t be under my feet. I like having a big strong man around the house.’ She took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. ‘Urrgh! Too strong!’ She got up and retrieved the milk from the fridge, then turned and kissed her son. He was taller than her so she had to stand on tiptoes. She gave him a quick peck under his jaw. ‘Thanks for the drink but I need something a little creamier.’

‘You’re welcome.’

When she returned to the kitchen table, instead of sitting straight down, she pulled her chair out and then sat on it backwards. Her legs spread around its frame and her shirt lifted up above her panties. ‘So you don’t want to stay home with me then?’ She asked. ‘I don’t know, we could rent a video or something. What do you think?’ She smiled a little as she saw his gaze dart between her legs. She knew her underwear was visible between the struts of the chair and she realized that if he looked hard enough he was sure to spot the faintest of camel-toes. She rested her hands on her knees and then dragged them back, her thumbs trailing along the inside of her thighs, purposefully capturing his attention.

‘What do you think Ben?’ She asked again.

‘Y-yeah. That would be nice.’ He looked a little flustered but he was nodding. His eyes never left her crotch.

‘Perfect.’ She purred and her smile was all pearly whites.

A little later, whilst Ben was at the video-store Gemma tried to distract herself by cleaning the house. She couldn’t believe she’d acted like that in front of her own son. So flirtatious. So brazen. What must he be thinking?

She knew what he had been thinking. She had seen the bulge along his inner thigh. She knew exactly what he’d been thinking. But that was all part of the plan right? To fool him into thinking he’d brainwashed her, and then show him exactly how stupid, how delusional, that notion was? Boy was he in for a shock. He wouldn’t-

She suddenly stopped and squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. God her pussy felt sticky! Her panties clung deliciously tight and pulled against her clit as she moved. Her finger crept down and swiped across her crotch and she moaned quietly.

‘C’mon Gemma.’ She admonished herself. ‘You’re not supposed to be getting off on this. Behave.’

She picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. MTV was playing one of her favorite songs so she flopped idly onto the sofa and began to sing along. For the next hour she channel-hopped. She caught the end of a thriller where the main character was climbing into her car, unaware the killer was hiding in the trunk.

‘Nooo.’ She said to no one. ‘The spunk silly! You need to check out the spunk!’

She paused and looked around. Of course there was no one to hear. Her ears burned regardless and she stifled a nervous giggle.

‘Trunk.’ She spoke firmly and clearly. ‘Trunk.’

What is wrong with me? Get a grip girl, your head is turned all around.

Of course it is, she argued, I saw my son give my neighbor and her daughter a cum-bath. Of course my head’s turned around. Its not everyday you see your son blow a juicy load.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. There, that’s better. Now where did I put that remote cum-trol?

She clenched her fingers and toes and her whole frame shook with frustration.

‘CON-trol.’

Grrrr!

Later that afternoon she lay on her back on the sofa with her legs stretched across her son’s lap. He had rented an action film but she was more concerned with the sour cream dip he’d bought.

As she watched Bruce Willis shoot yet another bad guy — yawn! — she dipped a breadstick into the cream — yummy! – and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue idly flicked at the tip, before closing her teeth around it with a crunch. She watched with delight as her son’s eyes darted to look at her. He shifted about uncomfortably and she stifled a grin.

This is what you want right? A sexy brainwashed mom? She bent her leg at the knee and pushed down on his thigh with a bare foot. She felt a bulge in his trousers twitch beneath her toes.

Jackpot.

‘Sit still.’ She moaned. ‘You’re so fidgety.’

She clenched her toes and they grazed lightly across his swollen shaft. He flinched.

‘S-sorry mom.’

She tutted at him and shook her head. Then she fed another dollop of sour cream into her mouth. You think you’re such a great mind reader Benny-boy? Well your old mom can read minds too. I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking you’d like to dip your big old cock into the sour dip and then have me lick it off aren’t you? Your own mom. Well it’s not going to happen you little pervert. Can you read that? It’s not going to happen.

A dollop of cream dropped onto the swell of her breast. It was cold and she jumped. She flicked a finger across it and sucked it clean. She looked up and he was grinning at her.

‘What?’ She asked.

‘You’re getting cream all over you.’

She smiled back at him sweetly.

Pervert.

Okay Gemma, she told herself. Okay. Just settle down there. It’s just a game right? Just a game to teach him a lesson. No need to start getting irritated at the poor horny pup. After all you’re doing this for his own good right?

Yes she replied. It’s for him, not for me.

Her panties were sopping.

They sat in silence for most of the film though Gemma barely caught two minutes of it, so caught up was she in her own head. When it was done she got up, pecked him on the cheek and told him she was going to bed.

Alone in her room she quietly scolded herself. She was supposed to make a fool of him. That was the plan right? Show him that he wasn’t able to control peoples’ minds. What was the point of all that teasing if she didn’t pull the rug from under his feet at the end?

But he hadn’t made a move had he? Lord knows she’d given him enough opportunities. A whole days worth.

She had to peel her panties off her crotch before getting into bed. Hell, I feel horny, she thought. And then she fell asl**p.

She called in sick on Monday morning though the only part of her body burning with fever was between her legs. She tossed and turned in bed for a few hours trying to fight her aching sex.

It’s just the excitement of dressing sexy yesterday, she told herself. It’s been too long since you indulged that’s all. After all, when was the last time you enjoyed a good fuck? Her mind drew a blank.

Exactly.

‘It’s a wonder I don’t have cobwebs.’ She whispered. I’m only thirty-six, I’m too young for cobwebs. Now that slut Sarah Matthews, she should have cobwebs. I reckon she would too if Ben hadn’t fucked her. She probably hasn’t had a decent orgasm in years, she should thank my Benny for taking care of her.

Gemma spread her legs and slowly began stroking her pussy as she contemplated this, though it was a subconscious act and she was barely aware of it.

‘I wonder if she begged too?’ she murmured.

Begged TOO? She held onto the tail end of that thought and examined it with a puzzled expression on her face. What do you mean by that? she asked herself. Who else is going to beg?

‘I mean… I mean…’ she whispered anxiously.

A whole load of juice leaked onto her hand and her fingers became slippery. She moaned and worked one, then two fingers inside.

‘Mmm, I mean Ashley of course.’ She blurted this out defensively. ‘Yes. Ashley Matthews. She was there too.’

An image flashed across her consciousness. Two women — mother and daughter — on their knees with their heads tilted back and their mouths open like two baby chicks being fed. Rich nutritious spunk erupting violently from her son’s cock.

Her pelvis bucked and she added a third finger. Her slick pussy took it hungrily and without complaint.

‘Oh god!’ She protested at the images assaulting her and squeezed her eyes shut. ‘Why am I thinking about this? Go away!’

Suddenly there was blackness and she was relieved. Then came an absent careless thought. She broke out in goose bumps and her fingers paused in their ministrations.

What if it’s him? Controlling my mind? What if it’s true?

‘No, surely not-‘ She began.

But he looked so confident didn’t he?

‘Yes but-‘

And here you are masturbating like a teenager.

‘It’s not possible.’ She stated. ‘It’s just not possible.’

She chewed her bottom lip nervously. But he did look confident didn’t he?

Sat there on the sofa.

With his juicy cock.

‘Oh god!’ She clapped her hands over her face. Fuck I’m going crazy! She rolled onto her side and pushed her head into the pillow. When she removed her hands again she looked a little calmer. She took a few slow deep breaths and tried to manage her thoughts.

I’m just horny that’s all. I’m doing all this to myself. My son is not controlling my mind. My son is NOT controlling my mind. She twirled a lock of hair around her fingertip and stared at the ceiling uncertainly.

‘Fuck I’ve got to get that letter!’

Things didn’t quite go to plan. She took a shower but when she emerged from her room five minutes later she was still naked. She wasn’t concerned that her son might see her because she’d heard him go out earlier that morning.

But she couldn’t find anything to wear. And it was bad, real bad. She couldn’t even find any underwear. She rummaged around her clothes drawer and threw set after set of panties, knickers and thongs onto the floor. They were all very nice, but they weren’t red. It had to be red panties or nothing at all. She didn’t know why but that’s just the way it was. There was a pair of cotton whites with red flowers on them but she only managed to get them on as far as her knees and no farther.

She looked at yesterday’s yummy red pair lying beside her bed. They were stained with her juices and needed urgent washing. She reluctantly dumped them in the hamper and then, with no other option, forgot the underwear and slipped into a short black skirt. It wasn’t red but had a cute pink trim along its hemline. Which was short. The skirt had a slit up the side and revealed quite a lot of thigh. And it was tight and hugged her ass.

‘At least I won’t have a panty line.’ She tittered and buttoned her small black shirt. She appraised herself in the mirror and then added some pink gloss to her lips. She smiled at her reflection but something wasn’t right. After spending another fifteen minutes brushing her hair she eventually decided on a simple ponytail. All the time she continually scolded herself.

‘C’mon, c’mon stop fannying around, you’ve got to get that letter.’

When her hair was done she breathed a sigh of relief, slipped into some shoes and walked quickly out of her room.

Two minutes later she came running back in, pinned some red hoops to her ears, slipped into some red heels and then walked out again.

In the city she was gathering stares like some people collected stamps. Though she was in a hurry it had been a while since she’d worn heels and they were forcing her into a slow careful slut-strut. Her hips rolled and her ass shimmied as she walked down the high street.

Normally the stares would have irritated her but today she didn’t seem to mind, they just seemed to set her body on fire. She could feel her nipples, rock hard little nubbins grazing against the inside of her shirt. And her pussy tingled with every cool breeze. With each passing moment she regretted more and more that she hadn’t finished masturbating earlier. Her legs felt awful unsteady.

As she walked past a shop window she paused and looked at her watch. It was only 1pm. She had another four hours before the post office shut. Plenty of time. She smiled up at the mannequin with the red garter belt and then walked inside the store.

Two hours later she left carrying three large shopping bags stuffed with stockings and garters, push-up bra’s, demi-bra’s and panties. Lots and lots of red panties. But she still wasn’t satisfied. As she had tried on the various items she had become increasingly distracted by her reflection. More specifically her hair. It just wasn’t right.

Ten minutes after leaving the clothing store she was sat in a salon. When Jacque, her usual stylist heard her request he just stood behind her in stunned silence.

‘Ar-are you sure?’ he stammered.

‘Yes.’

‘Its just that normally you’re so conservative and-‘

‘Oh please Jacque. Just do it for me. I’ve got places to go.’

‘But the way you’re dressed. You’ll look like… like…’ he protested.

‘I know what I’ll look like.’ She squirmed about in the chair. Her pussy was soaking. ‘Just do me!’

Ninety-minutes later she admired herself in the mirror.

‘See?’ she told her hairdresser. ‘I told you it would look good.’ She rummaged around in one of her shopping bags and retrieved two red ribbons. ‘Will you put these in for me now?’

When she emerged from the salon her hair was in pigtails with little red bows. She looked like a hot little porn star and she’d never been happier.

Unfortunately she only had fifteen minutes until the post-office closed and she was going to be late.

John had worked as a mail clerk for fifty years. Man and boy. He’d seen plenty of things but never anything like the hot piece of tail that swayed in at closing time.

‘But you don’t understand.’ She was telling him. ‘I have to have that letter otherwise I won’t be able to stop him.’

‘Stop who?’

‘Benny of course. He said I was going to kneel and — and I’m afraid he might be right.’ She was babbling at him and not making an awful lot of sense. ‘Mister, I don’t want to kneel-‘

‘Then don’t. Look lady I don’t see what this has got to do with a letter. Just wait for it to be delivered. It’ll get there tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow?’ she exclaimed. ‘But-but-but you can’t! It’s not fair.’

‘Life isn’t fair sweetheart, and neither is the postal service.’

Gemma took a deep breath in and then exhaled. She leaned forward across the counter, letting her cleavage spill forward out of her shirt. She looked up at the mail clerk and spoke slowly as though he were a simpleton.

‘Look. You know he can’t read minds and I know he can’t read minds. But look at the state of me… Does it look like I can be trusted with a cock?’

As a matter of fact he thought she could be more than trusted with a cock. She looked like she knew exactly what to do with it. He said nothing though, just raised his eyebrows and smiled while she continued.

‘Look at me.’ she was saying. I’m out of control.’ As she said this she swung her bags in the air and piles of sexy underwear tumbled out. ‘Oh crumbs!’ she said and sunk to her hands and knees.

John peered over the counter and watched happily as she scrambled around retrieving her clothes. To his delight each time her ass shimmied her skirt worked its way farther and farther up her thighs. Eventually it slipped up around her hips to reveal her snatch, which was tight and smooth and glistening. If she noticed she didn’t seem to care.

It was too much for the poor mail clerk to bear and as he eased himself over the counter he was already negotiating.

‘Okay sweet cheeks the letter’s all yours. But first you’re gonna help old John out okay.’

Gemma looked back at him and her eyes widened as he fished his cock out of his pants. She groaned.

‘Oh God! Yes! Whatever it takes. Please just fuck me. I-I really need it.’

And as the words left her lips she realized that she was telling the truth. She did need it. She really did. It had been a long and frustrating day. As the old man pushed his gnarly cock inside of her she gave a grateful little moan and came almost immediately. For John, who had never fucked a girl this hot when he was half his age, it was too much, and as she spasmed and convulsed around him he blew a hot load inside her.

As she drove home that evening she felt calmer. Like a weight had been lifted. Or like all the tension had been released. It had been five years since she’d last been fucked. Lord knows why, she knew she could get it every night if she wanted. There were plenty of eager men, and they could offer a whole lot more than her afternoon post office affair. But brief as it was, her orgasm had been tremendous and in her post-coital bliss she now felt like she could think clearly again. She blushed with disbelief at her behavior. I’m such a slut, she thought.

But she felt a curious sense of peace regardless. She realized she had repressed her sexuality for far too long. That was all. That was why she’d acted so confused. That was why she hadn’t been able to think straight. Her son wasn’t controlling her mind. It was preposterous to think that such a thing was possible. She kicked herself for even entertaining such a notion.

Maybe that’s what had happened to their neighbor Sarah Matthews. Maybe Ben had merely planted the idea in her head and she’d let it run away with her and the next thing she knew she was on her knees beside her daughter catching spunk.

Gemma liked to think that she was a little more strong willed than that. That she wouldn’t be so easily manipulated by subliminal suggestions. Okay, so she had fucked the post office clerk. But no one had made her do it. No one could make her do anything. She was in complete control.

She looked over at the letter sat on the passenger seat and smiled with relief anyway. Now that it was in her possession she felt a whole lot easier. Ben sure was in for a disappointment.

She slowed her car as she approached a red — yum! — light.

Yum rhymes with cum she thought absently. And they both rhyme with son. Isn’t that funny?

When she got home her first instinct was to tear open the envelope and read its contents. But then she thought about Ben and how smug he’d looked when he told her that after he’d read her the letter she was going to … well, when he’d said he would control her. But now the tables could be turned right? By her reading the letter to him she could deprive him of his opportunity. Deny him his control of the situation.

Yes, a moment like this wasn’t to be wasted.

She could hear him upstairs in the bath and calmly but reluctantly put the envelope to one side. This was going to be worth the wait.

As she sat in the kitchen moments later, she sipped at a cup of coffee and thought about how crazy she’d been acting. She shook her head in exasperation at her own foolishness. Still, it hadn’t exactly been a normal week had it? Most moms wouldn’t be too surprised to inadvertently catch their son’s masturbating, but to catch him as he’s ejaculating onto two women? No it hadn’t exactly been a normal week.

She supposed that some of her behavior could be explained as a reaction to the obvious realization that her son was now a man. And she’d spent so much time thinking of herself as a mom, that maybe she’d stopped thinking of herself as a woman.

Maybe that’s what this is? She thought. Maybe that’s why Ben said the things he said? Maybe he was trying to defend his masculinity by trying to assert his control over me as a woman.

That still didn’t excuse him though: he had behaved like a pig. And the more she thought about this the more her emotions started to simmer and boil over. He’d behaved like an obnoxious pig and somehow she’d let him defuse the situation and deprive her of her right to adequately punish him. She’d relinquished her control of the situation so easily!

Too easily!

She decided then and there that she’d waited long enough. She was still his mom and it was time for her son to learn his place!

When she burst into the bathroom seconds later she was carrying the letter in her hand and her bl**d was roaring in her ears. To her amazement Ben barely flinched.

‘Oh hi mom. Come to wash my back?’

She wanted to knock his smug grin right off his face and when she smiled back at him it was with the realization that now she knew how to do it.

‘Not at all Ben. Not at all.’ She waved the letter in the air. ‘I just wanted to show you what I picked up from the post office today.’

Her son frowned back at her and she felt a little thrill of delight tingle in her stomach.

‘That’s not addressed to you mom.’

She grinned triumphantly. ‘Well I’m going to open it anyway.’

‘Seriously mom, I don’t think you should be reading that.’

Gemma kneeled down beside the bathtub and sneered at him. She tore at the seam of the envelope with a long fingernail. ‘Well I’m afraid that’s too bad honey. Because I’m going to read it and you’re going to listen. Weren’t expecting that were you?’

‘Mom.’ He warned but it was too late. He watched as his mother tore open the envelope and pulled out a letter.

‘Dear Sarah.’ She read.

Sarah?

Dear Sarah, your father and I just thought we would drop you a quick letter whilst we were away…

‘This isn’t for me.’ She said and was immediately deflated. She picked up the envelope and looked at the address. It was addressed to her neighbor. ‘This is the wrong letter.’ She protested stupidly.

‘That’s what I tried to tell you.’ Ben said.

‘But…but…’

But that means the real letter was still out there didn’t it. Her letter. THE letter. It was still out there and on its way. The countdown had begun.

‘No.’ she whispered meekly. ‘No, you can’t. You can’t.’

‘Can’t what mom?’ he looked at her, all innocent and sweet while she sat back on her heels. Dazed.

‘It’s not fair.’ She murmured.

‘Hey.’ Ben soothed. ‘Just relax will you.’ He handed her some soap and turned around. ‘Look just relax and wash my back will you.’

She looked down at the soap in a stupor and then began lathering up her hands. As she stroked in circles across his skin she felt the contours of his shoulder blades and the smoothness of muscle. She felt like she was in a dream. She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to say, and didn’t know what to do.

So she washed him. Just like he asked. She worked his shoulders and his arms. His neck and his back. And he talked the entire time. Spurring her, encouraging her. And she was in a dream. She was an automaton and she was in a dream.

When he stood and turned she stayed kneeling and he towered above her.

‘And now this.’ He was saying and he lazily waved his cock in her face. It was full and hard. She reached up and ran her hand along his inner thigh. She looked at his dick thoughtfully.

He smiled down at her and patted the top of her head encouragingly with a wet hand.

‘Better make sure you get it nice and clean mom. After all, the mail arrives tomorrow.’

She paused and looked up at him, and then at her hands. Reality suddenly came flooding back and she pulled herself away with a gasp.

‘Oh god, what am I doing? I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I gotta go.’

Gemma stayed in her bedroom until she heard her son go out. When she emerged she was shaking and wobbled over to the kitchen to pour herself some vodka. How did she let things get so screwy? She felt like she was losing her mind and decided that if that were the case she certainly wasn’t going to do it sober.

The first glass went back neat and the shaking stopped. The second slowed her thoughts and calmed the stampeding beat of her heart. After the fourth and fifth she figured she’d best slow down and moved to the fridge to find a mixer.

‘Oh fudge.’ She said when the only thing she could find was a bottle of cola belonging to her son. She looked at it for a few seconds then thought fuck it. While we share the same roof then we can share the same things, she thought. Who cares if I steal a little drink from my son’s cock?

‘Cock.’ She tried to correct herself and failed. ‘My son’s cock.’ Her head was swimming but she was sure that sounded right. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long swig. Then, forgetting to add the mixer to her glass, she placed the bottle back in the fridge and returned to her vodka. As she sat down she burped quietly and giggled.

‘Hee hee.’ She said d***kenly. ‘My son’s cock tastes like coke!’ She looked at her reflection in her glass and tried to smile encouragingly. ‘See? That’s not so bad, he tastes fine!’

Her reflection looked back at her with wide eyes. ‘And he was big too.’ It told her.

She nodded solemnly. ‘Yes I know.’ She hiccupped and clapped a hand over her mouth. She giggled again. ‘See you later.’

She retired to the living room and lay on the sofa while she continued drinking. She slipped a hand in her panties and masturbated lazily.

A few hours later the front door slammed. Gemma snorted in her sl**p. She was still on the sofa with a hand between her legs.

‘Mom?’

Gemma gave a startled little yelp and fell to the floor. She squinted and whispered d***kenly. ‘Benny, is that you?’

‘Mom? You okay?’ Her son walked into the room and she broke into a stupid grin.

‘Hey, its Mister Cock-a-cola!’ She shuffled up to him on her hands and knees and pawed at his crotch. ‘Its okay.’ She whispered conspiratorially. ‘You can read your silly letter. The mail man won’t even know.’

And then she passed out.

Light streamed in from behind the curtains and Gemma flinched. She turned onto her side and pulled the duvet up over her head. In the darkness she slumbered trying to shake off her hangover. Her vodka-fueled dreams had been vivid. The events and thoughts and fears of the previous week blurring into a strange sequence of images:

She was on her hands and knees beside her neighbor Sarah Matthews. They were both naked. They were looking up at a disembodied red light. It flashed red and then green. Both women immediately started tearing into envelopes in front of them. Sarah opened her’s first and waved it in the air. Gemma followed a few seconds later and retrieved a folded letter. Before she could read it however it was snatched from her hand. She looked up to see the old man from the post office stood over her.

‘What does it say? What does it say?’ she pleaded up at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her and in his best game show voice said:

‘Well it looks like we have a winner folks!’

She heard some applause and a spotlight opened up on her neighbor. Sarah Matthews leapt to her feet and jumped about with joy. The old post office clerk leaned in and pulled a hand around the woman’s waist. He handed her the letter and she read it eagerly. Her eyes suddenly lit up with understanding. Around them the audience burst into laughter.

‘I think Mrs Matthews finally gets it folks.’ The old man was saying.

‘But what does it say?’ Gemma begged ‘Please I can’t take this anymore. I have to know!’ Her voice was drowned out by the noise of the audience.

‘Before we show Mrs Matthews to her star prize, lets give a round of applause to our runner-up.’ He flashed a winning smile down at Gemma, who still remained on her knees. Gemma was assaulted by an eruption of noise as the audience clapped. When it died down he continued. ‘Of course, not even our runner-ups leave empty handed. Tell her what she’s won Ashley.’

The old man looked over at a cute teenage girl, her neighbor’s daughter. She was topless and walking toward them in red panties with a matching garter belt and stockings. There were hoots and wolf whistles from the crowd.

‘Well John,’ the young girl began, ‘we’ve got an extra special treat in store for Mrs Young today.’ Her eyes sparkled teasingly. ‘It’s a lifetime supply of … Cock-a-Cola!’

Gemma’s eyes widened in surprise as two bottles of cola appeared in Ashley’s hands.

‘Congratulations Mrs Young!’ the girl continued gleefully.

Gemma’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly before croaking one final time. ‘But what does the letter say?’

She never found out as without warning the sexy girl began furiously shaking up the bottles and before Gemma knew what was happening she was being sprayed head to foot by cold sticky foam. She coughed and spluttered in shock before having to close her eyes. She could hear the audience laughing and clapping and she didn’t know what else to do except sit there and take it.

‘Thirsty Mrs Young?’ Ashley’s sweet voice whispered in her ear. ‘I hope so because there’s a lot more coming! Open wide…’

Gemma obeyed, felt helpless to do otherwise as a spout was worked between her supple pink lips. She clamped down around it as more sticky fluid erupted.

‘Mmm mmm mmm mmmm.’ She swallowed desperately and tried to keep up.

Around her she could hear the audience chanting.

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG.’

She was swallowing as fast as she could but still the fluid kept coming. Only now it was becoming thicker, more goopy. She flicked her tongue up against the tip expecting to feel a hard plastic ridge. What she felt however was not plastic although it certainly had a ridge.

‘Oh mom!’

Her skin broke out into goose bumps when she heard the very familiar groan. She pried her eyes open and looked up.

Ben stood above her holding a breakfast tray. She was in her bed and it was late morning. She could smell coffee.

‘Ben?’

‘Morning sl**ping beauty.’ He smiled. ‘I thought you might like breakfast in bed?’

‘Thanks sweetheart.’ She sat up quickly and then groaned loudly. ‘Ohhh my head. What happened last night?’

‘We-e-e-ll,’ her son began, ‘you single-handedly finished off most of the vodka, and then you danced around naked in the street.’

His mom paled and grasped her throat loosely. ‘I did what? I didn’t did I?’

‘Naah.’ He grinned.

‘You’re enjoying this aren’t you?’ she pouted at him.

‘Just a little.’ He admitted. ‘You really don’t remember all that much?’

‘I remember doing some shopping.’ She offered. Ben laughed and she winced. ‘Please honey. Shhhh.’

‘Okay, I’ll see you later mom.’ He whispered and kissed her forehead. She looked at his back as he walked out of her room. Something was nagging at her. Something important. But what was it?

Oh.

‘Ben.’ She called behind him in a meek little voice. ‘Has — has the mail man been yet?’

Her son smiled secretively over his shoulder and closed the door behind him. She was left in silence and the rapidly fading memory of her dream.

Twenty minutes later she stood under her shower, her head thrown back and her body being soothed by hot jets. Now that she had some food in her stomach and she was a little less dehydrated, her headache was starting to ease again. Her thoughts were beginning to become a little clearer and she was beginning to feel halfway normal.

But that little bubble of uncertainty was still there. That tiny bud of fear that maybe, just maybe, she still wasn’t entirely in control. The previous day was still a blur. She could remember her impromptu shopping spree but beyond that…

‘Oh why did I get so d***k?’ she moaned.

She closed her eyes and let the warm water cascade over her. There was something so familiar about it that she couldn’t quite place. Some memory trying to resurface.

She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully but the memory wouldn’t come.

After drying herself off she emerged once more from her private bathroom, sat naked on her bed and finally f***ed herself to think about the obvious topic she’d been avoiding.

‘So,’ she whispered, ‘the mail has arrived.’

Her mind wandered back to the day Ben had promised to prove his mind-controlling abilities to her. And, of course, the way in which he said he would do it. She’d been so crazy-horny since then, which was totally out of character for her, and she still wasn’t sure what had happened to her.

But time was running out wasn’t it? And she had to decide what she believed: was all her odd behavior of her own doing? Had she simply opened up a long repressed part of herself? Logic and good sense told her that this must be true. That there could be no other explanation. No explanation that remained firmly in the realms of possibility that is.

She absently slipped into a new set of red panties. They were tiny and frilly, barely covering her shaved snatch. Lost deep in thought she pulled on some matching thigh high stockings and attached a garter belt.

Did she believe it was possible? That her son could really be controlling her mind?

But how could he? How was such a thing possible? Surely it was nothing other than some weird joke that simply got out of hand? After all, he hadn’t mentioned it again had he? Everything else that had happened since then had been all her own doing hadn’t it? He hadn’t even been around half the time. She’d consciously made all her own choices since then, there’d been no real sense of coercion. She had wanted to do all those things.

But what if he had MADE her want to do those things? What if he was making her question it right now?

She shook her head in exasperation. This was crazy! She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled ruefully.

‘Sorry k**.’ She told her reflection. ‘I just don’t have the answers. Still … we do look kind of sexy this morning eh?’ She slipped a finger inside the crotch of her panties and gently teased her clit. ‘At least if this is going to happen, we’re going to be looking damn hot.’

She giggled nervously and when she gazed at the mirror again she saw herself on her knees in front of her son. She was still topless and wearing exactly the same underwear. She watched with distraction as her reflection fed her son’s thick cock into her mouth and gently nursed on him. Ben was standing completely naked, with his hands behind his head and a confident, contented smile on his face.

She remembered what he’d said about wanting to make Sarah Matthews eat her own daughter’s pussy and thought how much hornier this little scene would make him. Imagine that, a hungry mother gobbling away on her son’s juicy cock? When she said it like that, well, she had to admit it did kinda sound hot didn’t it? In a forbidden, secretive sort of way.

She was masturbating frantically as she imagined what it might be like to chew down on his hard meat. To accept that she had no choice in the matter, to relinquish all control and suck him off with wild abandon…

But what she was fantasizing about was impossible wasn’t it? No one could really control someone else’s mind. She realized then that she’d spent so much time and energy fighting it, that she hadn’t really given herself a chance to properly consider the scenario. When she thought about it, it was a pretty sexy fantasy wasn’t it? Surely there was no harm in indulging herself in the privacy of her own mind? No one would know. She decided to finish masturbating properly this time, and then she would go and talk some sense into her imaginative son.

Mind control indeed? She scoffed.

She gave a little start as Ben suddenly called from the living room.

‘Hey mom? Could you come down here for a moment? There’s something I need to show you.’

Gemma’s heart stopped cold. This was it. Try as she might, even with all that inner dialogue and discussion, try as she might she still couldn’t shake off that little bubble of unease. She stood up in a daze and walked downstairs.

Two things struck her instantly as she entered her lounge. Both were fairly obvious. The first, she was still topless. The second, her son was completely naked.

‘Oh, uh, uh…’ she stammered and tried to cover herself up.

Ben wasn’t so bashful. ‘Excellent,’ he grinned and leered at her tits, ‘you’re ready.’

Gemma blushed and couldn’t drag her eyes away from his cock, which twitched and then steadily began to fill out until it bobbed in front of her.

‘Ben wait.’ She whispered meekly as he pulled out the envelope. He paused and gave her a calculating stare.

‘Don’t you want to know?’ he teased. ‘After all this waiting? Don’t you want to know if it’s true?’

She realised that she did. She really did. And then she could put all this fear and uncertainty behind her. She nodded once, gave up trying to conceal her breasts and sat on the edge of the sofa. Ben shuffled closer, standing tall above her. His cock maybe a foot from her face. She watched it carefully as her son tore into the envelope. It didn’t look so bad, she thought, quite tasty really.

Ben cleared his throat and held the letter in his hands. He looked down at it once and then at her. His face broke into a great big confident grin.

‘You know, I’ve dreamed of this moment ever since I learned out how to do this. But I never thought I could go through with it. I was always afraid that maybe it wouldn’t work on you. That somehow you might be immune. But I’m not afraid anymore. No, not anymore. And oh boy mom, this is going to be even better than Sarah and Ashley Matthews. Oh boy oh boy!’

And with that simple self-assured statement Gemma’s heart sank. ‘Oh my god! Its true isn’t it?’ she suddenly blurted, not even waiting for him to read the contents of the letter. ‘You really can control peoples minds.’ She felt her bl**d run cold.

‘Yes its true.’ He replied. ‘I told you.’

‘Then-then I haven’t been going crazy?’ She felt some relief at that. The very worst thing to think was that this had all been of her own doing. That she had played mind games with herself all along. Games that had eventually led her here. To this moment.

‘No, not crazy at all.’ He cooed. ‘Don’t you see? Its okay to give into your urges, its not your fault.’

‘Oh thank god!’ She sank to her knees in submission. If this was going to happen then why not play it out? Why make it worse by fighting? Why not let it happen just like she’d imagined?

‘Please can I suck you off now Ben? It’s driving me crazy and I just want to get it over with.’

‘Is that what you want?’

‘Its all I can think about.’ She admitted. ‘And you promised.’

‘No.’ His reply came firm and sharp. She rocked back on her heels with surprise.

‘What? But-‘

‘No,’ he explained, ‘I didn’t promise. I only said you would beg to suck me off. I never said I’d make you go through with it. Lets just be clear about that. What happens next is entirely down to you.’

He lifted his cock up to her lips. ‘Your choice mom.’

She paused uncertainly and couldn’t escape the fact that she felt a great chasm of disappointment opening up before her should she choose to walk away. How could she be denied? After all that had happened? She considered things for a moment longer and then was struck by a moment of pure clarity. She gazed bitterly up at her son.

‘You can’t fool me Ben. There is no choice. You’re still controlling my mind even now.’ She let go of everything as she said this, finally feeling free.

Before her son could answer, she descended, mouth wide open. He felt her warmth and her wetness. The soft roll of her pretty pink lips along his shaft. The delicious play of her tongue. He groaned as she nursed on the end of him and he dropped the unread letter to the floor.

It was, of course, completely blank.