It's Mind Control, Mommy!
Tristan is going out of his mind with lust. When he was young, his father told him of his family's secret legacy: That the men of his bloodline can arouse women by thought alone. Tristan's father rejected this power and forbade his son ever to use it. Now Tristan is 18 and too horny to be controlled. He's going to use his mind control to cuckold his father and seduce his bimbo mother! More
Tristan is going out of his mind with lust. He's 18-years-old and he's never even seen a naked woman! That's because his father has forbidden him from having sex, fearful of the power it will unleash. It seems that the men in their family share a powerful magic, the ability to arouse women by thought alone! Now Tristan's hormones are raging, he's so very horny, and he can't deny that his bimbo mom is a total MILF! Rejecting his father's commandment, he's going to seduce his mom and become the new man of the house!
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She was wearing her silken nightgown, and my lonely lamp made it shine a metallic violet in the darkness. I'd seen her in the silk hundreds of times, but only now did I realize how naked she was. The way the thin fabric draped over her buxom body...it was all there in front of me. For me?
The gown reflected in her eyes, bright violet. She bit her lip, and softly, so softly, crept forward. My heart raced as she approached, quiet as a mouse. I eased back on the bed as she sat on the edge of it, her eyes big and searching.
"Baby," she said softly, "what have you done to me?"
I reached for her juicy thigh but she stopped me. She took my hands in hers and folded them against her hip. "No," she said, her voice just above a quaver. "No, Tristan..."
"Oh, mom," I groaned. I freed myself from her fingers and ran my hand over her velvet skin. God, she was so soft. Her breath caught in her throat as I slid the silk back.
"No," she moaned, but she didn't try to stop me.
I brushed the hem back, higher, until I revealed the prize between her thighs. I gazed up into her pleading eyes. We did look alike. We shared the same bright eyes, the same eyebrows, the same olive skin. Her chestnut hair had been darkened by dye, but she still looked so young. She looked closer to my age than my father's. Hell, she hadn't been far from my age when she gave birth to me.
"I don't understand," she murmured. Her lips were soft and pink. She folded my hand up against her chest. The skin over her heart was warm. Her heart thumped, and our hands pulsed along with it. "I couldn't concentrate," she whispered. "I don't remember anything that Dylan said. All through dinner..." Her eyes. Her mouth. One moment she looked to be on the verge of tears, the next her eyes flashed with an unambiguous longing. "I just kept thinking of you, all alone. I was..." She shut her eyes, shamed by the memory. "I was squeezing my legs together because I was so afraid I'd make a mess all over the seat. Oh, baby..." She stroked my cheek. "Baby, baby, what have you done to me?"
"It's mind control," I replied. "Dad has it too. He told me. He told me I could never have sex because it was evil to use it on women." I swallowed around the lump in my throat. "I guess he was right."
My mother frowned. "That's crazy! But...but I want it, Tristan. I want you so bad." She clutched her temples and shook her head. "I feel like I'm me but, part of me wants to...I want to show you everything. Mmm." Unconsciously, one hand slid down her neck and tugged the loose collar of the gown. "Ahhh," she gasped, trying to control herself. "Tristan, I'm your mother. You can't do this to me."
"Mom..." What could I say? Should I apologize? What good was that apology if I knew how this would end? Because I couldn't stop myself now. She was right here for me, she was all but naked. I just had to pull that gown off and I'd see my first, real naked woman. I couldn't wait anymore. "Blame dad," I said. "He did this to me. He gave me this curse. He forbid me to date girls."
"I never understood that," she said, with what sounded like genuine sorrow. "You're so handsome, Tristan, and so smart. I thought...maybe you and Jessie..."
"I wanted that," I said. I sat up in bed. The sheet tumbled down my chest. "Jessie wanted that. But dad made me too afraid."
My mother's eyes grew wider still. "You don't seem afraid now."
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