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do not know how I can do what I can do. Do not waste your time asking. Just know I can do it. I can "push" ideas into people's heads. They think the thought was their very own. I can make them do things they would not normally do. It's as easy as flexing my bicep. I suppose I am some kind of psychic. When I was a mere lad, I received everything I ever wanted from my parents. I could make people think things that were demonstrably not true. I will save you the story of how I mastered my abilities. I will instead give you a bit of my background.

If you knew nothing of me you would accuse me of just being a spoiled rich kid, but this was different. Well, my parents are rich. Well, my dad is rich. My mom is attractive. 10 out of 10 ass, tits, everything. I will cut to the chase.

I want my mom. I want her in the most sensual ways.

I shouldn't but I do. My mom is hot. There I said it. Well, I wrote it. Mom was knocked up by a rich teenage brat, my dad, in ninth grade. I have seen some of her picture from high school, I could see the appeal. That pregnancy paved the way for my mother to have a rich husband. It also paved the way for her to have a horny son that wants to pin her against the wall and rip off her clothes. A horny son with the ability to make people think thoughts they would not normally think.

Leaving home for college helped, but now I'm back for the summer. It was so much easier when I did not have to see her.

Maybe I should make Mom think morning blowjobs are normal. It would not be any different from what I did to that teacher.

Controlling my mom is not right. I can not do that. Well, I can, but I should not do it. Do her. I always get what I want, but I should not want this. I had to relish these thoughts during the occasional health masturbation session only. Not all of my fantasies should become reality.

In fact, I believed it was time for one of those masturbation sessions. I had a bottle of lubrication that makes every stroke feel heavenly. I let my mind wander to all sorts of depraved thoughts. Bending my mother over in the kitchen. Having our maid clean every inch of my body. The look of terror on my mother's face when I allow her to realize what I made her did.

A knock on my door caught my attention. "Kevin, can I come in? Do you want some of the fruits I bought? I bought some melons. I heard they were good for your eyesight." Mom wanted to be a good parent. She was always accused by my father's parents of a gold digger. Mom sought to prove them wrong by becoming the best mom and wife she could possibly be.

My Mom walked in holding two melons in front of her chest. Her own rather large melons peaked out over the fruits. My mom's body was 70% silicon. The best wife is a hot wife. I took a moment to thank science for its contribution to her body. A tight tank top stretched across her tits. Her blue jeans perfectly clung to her lower body. I wanted her. I should not get what I want. I always get what I want.

"Hey Kevin," my mom waved her hand in front of my face, "what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing mom. Leave one melon on my dresser. I will eat it later."

Mom's bottom lip poked out. "I wanna know what you are thinking about. You don't talk to me anymore. I want to be close to you." She bent over to hug me. My gaze shifted to her cleavage. Warm flesh calling out to me. Warm flesh pressed against my chest. My cock came to attention. She should not have come in here before my masturbation session.

"I'm fine mom."

"No, you aren't." Good moms ask their kids what is wrong.

I always get what I want. Sometimes all it takes is a little push. I could not resist.

"You're right mom. There is something bothering me mom."

"What sweetie?" Mom's hand rubbed my shoulder.

"My back hurts."

Mom pursed her lips. "Do you need me to take you to the doctor?" Good mom's take their son's to the doctor when necessary.

"I have something else in mind." Inside my head, I could already hear the 70's porn music playing inside my skull. My mother raised her eyebrow.

"What?" She asked.

"Well Mom, you are a smart woman. You surely know massage is the best method of treating muscle pain."

My Mom's eye darted up while she looked for that piece of information inside her head. It was there now. I put it there. Thanks to me, mom now remembers reading that fact on a reputable website. Mom said, "I know sweetie lay down on your bed. Your mother knows best. I'm a good mom."

I smirked. "Did you know skin to skin contact is best."

She did now.

I got out of my seat and sat on my bed. The sheets were pulled tight over the bed thanks to our maid. I feel sorry for her. I am about to ruin the sheets. My mom took a step closer to me.

I pulled my shirt over my head. My Mom's eyes glanced at my body. I could see a spark of curiosity in her eyes. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I laid down on the bed. "What am I doing?" I gazed into my mom's eyes.

Mom looked down at her feet. She whispered almost to herself, "Skin to skin contact is best." Mom stood over to me. She awkwardly reached for my shoulders from her position next to the bed. Mom rubbed my shoulders. I slowly let all of the tension flow out of my shoulders. Her hands glided down to my upper back. Something felt wrong. Mom's massage lost its vigor. I turned my head to look at my mom. She was leaning forward uncomfortably far over the bed in order to reach me.

"Having fun mom?" I asked.

"I'm just trying to be a good mom dear. My baby needs a massage."

"I can help you. Just sit on my back. The angle will this massage easier."

Mom twisted her mouth while I contemplated what I said. She threw one leg onto the bed and straddled me at the hips.

Mom's palms ran up and down my back. "Are you starting to feel better Kevin?"

I frowned. "This feels nice but it still hurts. I think I have a calf cramp."

"Oh?" Mom stood up to reposition herself. I took the time to pull down my pants and throw them on the floor. Mom sat down on my hips again. "Kevin why did you take off your pants. I do not think it is proper for me to see you in your boxers."

"I think you want to help me. Are you a bad mom?"

Mom leaned forward to rub my calf muscles. I felt her jeans scratching my outer thighs. I sighed. "Mom your jeans are ruining the massage. Can't relax like this. I don't think you can help me like this."

Mom's eyebrows furrowed. "What should I do? I want to help. I'm a good mom."

"Take off your pants."

"I can't do that." She blushed. "Why would I need to do that?"

"To be a good mom."

Mom hung her head. "Skin on skin is best." She swung her feet off the edge of the bed and stood up. Mom hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants. Mom turned her back to me. She looked back over her shoulder at me. "I cant do this Kevin. It can't be right."

"What's wrong with it?"

"You shouldn't see me like this."

"Is there really any difference between being in a swimsuit or panties. You're just being a good mom and helping your son. What is wrong with that?"

Mom took in a breathe. She slid down her pants. The fabric slid down her perfectly shaped silicon ass. It was bare excluding a thin thong hiding her most secrets parts. Mom looked at me. "This is proper right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, mom."

I rolled over onto my back. I pointed to my computer desk. "Mom there is some massage oil over there. Grab it." Mom complied. I patted my lap.

Mom straddled me. She said,"I thought you said your calf hurt."

"No mom, it's my chest."

Mom nodded her head. She poured the oil on my chest. Her hands roamed my upper body till I was coated completely. Her hands went to work. This is nice. A thought popped into my head. This is enough. I should stop now. I have already pushed this too far.

I cannot stop now. I always get what I want. I bit my bottom lip. "Mom I think we need more contact."

"What do mean dear?"

"More skin on skin contact. I saw this thing on the Internet called a Nuru massage."

Mom had no clue what I was talking about.

"Well, you take off your shirt. Put massage oil on your body and rub your entire against mine. It was invented in Japan."

"Son, how is that proper?"

"You're sitting on my lap in your underwear. Can it really get any worse?"

Mom moved her mouth but no sounds came out. She felt something was wrong with my logic but could not put her finger on it. Mom pulled her shirt off. Her breast were held inside a nice green demi bra. My eyes gravitated towards her cleavage. This was perfect. Mom tilted the bottle of massage oil towards her until it erupted onto her tits. She spread the oil around her tits until they glistened. Mom asked,"Is this good enough?"

I laughed, "Mom you have you to take off your bra too."

Mom sighed. "I am too old for this."

I sat up. "You're beautiful, mom." Her bra fell to the floor as I unclipped it.

"Thanks, sweetie." Mom's cheeks burned red. I pressed my chest against her own as I hugged her. Mom's nipples slowly harden in response. I laid back in onto the bed.

I said, "Get to work mom." Mom placed her hands on my shoulders.

A nervous laugh erupted from her. "I don't know what to do," she said.

"You do now," I said. She did. I always get what I want.

"You're always right Kevin." Mom lowered herself until her eraser like nipples were pressed against my stomach. She used her hands to glide her body up my body. I felt the warmth of her body. I felt her hard nipples drag across my body. Her tits would pop out on either side of my face at the end of her motion. The warmth growing between us.

My cock hardened as she reset herself back on my lap. Mom glided up and down my body over and over again. I was in heaven. Her tits enveloping my face. The massage oil soaked into mom's thong rendering it transparent. My eyes could not look away.

There was no way mom could ignore my attention. Mom loved it. I made sure of that. The juices of her arousal mixed with the massage oil. Mom dragged her body across my own. She sat down on my fully erect cock through my boxers. Only a few scraps of fabric kept me from entering her. She could feel it throb.

Mom looked down at me. Without saying a single word mom began to grind herself against me. She shifted her hips until her clit rubbed against my member. Mom asked, "Are you feeling better sweetie?"

"I-I think so." I sit up to drag my tongue across her nipple.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

I planted kisses all over her tits. She pressed every inch of her body against my body. The pace quickened. Our body melted together with a deep kiss. My tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Mom arched her back as pleasure ran through her body.

I squeezed her amazing ass with one hand. That hand then went to slide off my boxers. My hard cock sprung free hitting my mom's stomach. She froze. Mom bit her lower lip. A drop of blood ran down her chin. Mom wrapped her hand around my cock. She slid her hand from the base to the tip. She said, "One stroke is all you get," she smiled, "I can't take care of this for you. I'm your mother."

Mom got off my lap. I laid there. My cock begging for release. Mom clothed her oily body. I watched the perfect way her ass swayed as she walked out of more door. I felt there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Mom closed my room's door as she left. There I was on my bed oily, hard, horny. I looked at my floor. Mom left her bra on the floor. She left her bra on the floor for me.

I came. What just happened?