3 Boundaries

Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, a son carries his mom on his back, as they fly over the clouds, above the sea. Maria rests her head on her son's back as he slowly glides horizontally in the air. Her eyes closed, she wraps her arms around his solid torso, wrapping her legs around his, making sure not to fall. The setting sun kisses her skin, the black two piece bikini she wears lets her take in as much of the orange glow as possible. Birds fly a couple dozen yards away. Maria opens her eyes, watching them soar near her and Adam.

The sun finishes setting a few minutes later.

"Let's go home." She whispers into Adam's ear.

They arrive at their apartment living room with a flash and a crack, both clad in beachwear. They left the television on, it broadcasts that evening's news, still focused on the hospital shooting and its aftermath.

"Twelve injured and no casualties. All those people made it out somehow thanks to you, mom."

Maria was busy admiring her aloof son's chiseled body as he spoke to her.

She snaps out of her trance, "You were the one that saved the day."

"I just came in to deus-ex machina the situation, and even so, you are responsible for me being there in the first place."

Maria remains remorseful of her powerlessness during the whole ordeal. "I don't know, Adam. I just know there's more that I could have done. We got lucky yesterday, and nothing wrong with luck, but nothing beats a little preparedness." She says confidently.

Adam smiles, proud of her.

"Hey, Adam, I never asked. What were you doing before you arrived at the hospital?"

Adam recalls spending most of the morning yesterday masturbating to his mother's dirty underwear.

"I was- uh- meditating, you know. Clearing my thoughts and stuff." He lies.

"Oh, okay." Replies Maria, and Adam can see with his acute vision how her body physiologically responds to the lie, accepting it.

Something churns in Adam's stomach, as he realizes he wins nothing by lying to his mother.

"Mom," He says, taking a seat on the sofa. "This power I have is what my people call 'OP', it's something I can take advantage of, or abuse, if we don't set up proper boundaries."

Maria's heart skips a beat, astonished at Adam's maturity. "Wow, Adam. I am so glad you brought this up. What does 'OP' mean, by the way?"

"Overpowered." Answers Adam.

"Oh, okay. Why not just call it that?"

Adam thinks for a moment, "I don't know."

"Forget about that," She says, taking a place comfortably on the sofa, cooling her sun kissed skin against the soft fabric. "Before you start, let me just get one thing off my chest first."

"Okay." Says Adam, listening intently.

"I'm sorry for slapping you the other day, when you told me how you felt. That was wrong of me, and I can't change the past, just hope you know I didn't mean it."

Adam squints his eyes, looking down at the floor, a cute smile on his face.

"Also, about what you said about how you felt; you are a grown man, and you have every right to feel the way you feel, and opening up the way you did took a lot of courage, and I'm proud of you for that." Maria thinks about her next words wisely, "There is also something I want to talk to you about, but I imagine right now you're thinking more about our relationship."

Adam nods.

"Very well, we'll talk about it, I just also wanted to let you know," Maria puts some serious thought into her next words.

"You will always be my son, and I will always be your mother, and I want you to never forget that. That being said, things change as time goes by, people mature, as do their feelings. I don't see anything wrong with you feeling the way you do for me, and I think, given time, I could come to better understand those feelings, and maybe reciprocate them."

Adam's heart feels like it's going to burst through his chest with excitement. "Really?" He asks.

"Given time, of course. I wanted to talk about something else, but I really want to hear what you wanted to say."

"Right." Adam responds, still taking in the earth shattering words his mom just dropped on him. "Like I said, this power can easily be abused. Yesterday, if you didn't say anything, I would have killed that guy. I just hurt him, that was my intention, even so, I feel like shit for what I did to him. I agree with what you said, about being able to have done more. I think it's me who could have done a whole lot more."

Maria looks at him as he speaks, a confidence she hadn't seen in him in years. So much has changed and yet Maria has no problem finding her baby boy in those strong eyes that look back at her.

"Despite me being able to do a lot of good all over the world, my priority is you. Not only your safety, but your happiness."

Maria thinks that the last part was silly and giggles.

"I appreciate you saying that. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about as well, I think having this power is as much a gift as it is a responsibility for you."

Adam recalls similar words being said by the purple robed lady that gave him the power of the Eternal.

"Yeah, exactly. The conclusion I came to is that the first thing I should protect you from is me."

Maria is confused by Adam's words.

"How so?" She asks.

"I notice I can sort of, like, feel people." He answers. "Like I can feel what they feel, but still distinguish them from my own feeling, you know. I don't know how to explain."

"Like mind reading?" She asks.

"Yeah, I guess. I always thought mind reading would be a lot easier to understand. Sometimes I read feelings that even people who have them don't understand."

"I'm sure that happens a lot when you peer into my mind." Jokes Maria.

The joke eases the tension in the atmosphere and livens them up a bit.

"I want to see if there's a way you can sort of shut yourself off, you know. I think you deserve your privacy."

Maria thinks Adam is really sweet for saying these things, happy at the recent increase of communication with her son, and proud of the boundaries he's proposing to her.

"I didn't know you had that type of power over me." Maria thinks for a brief moment, "Can you see through my clothes?"

"Yeah, that one's going to be a little harder to work on." Replies Adam, blushing.

Maria holds in another giggle, proud of her son's honesty.

"You really like me like that? Aren't you more interested in girls your own age?"

Adam thinks about how to respond to his mother's question; "Yes, I am, but you are more my type." He responds.

"How so?"

"Oh come on, mom. You're insanely good looking, I know you dismiss all the complete stranger's who go out of their way and ask stuff like if you're a celebrity or something. It's not normal, nothing about you is. And you are so brave; people buckle under fear in situations like the one you were in yesterday. Even now you dismiss it like it's nothing. There's something about you, mom, something you have most people don't. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I know it's that part of you that makes me feel this way about you. And honestly, regardless of you being my mom in a different life or whatever, with powers like the ones I have, I would look all over space and time to find someone exactly like you."

Maria remains speechless as the low self esteem part of her battles with the part of her that can't help but feel an inordinate amount of affection towards Adam.

She stretches her arm to hold Adam face on her hand, their skin makes contact, and in a fraction of a second, a tsunami of feelings, thoughts, sensations, lust and things Maria has difficulty making out, hit her.

She immediately retracts her hand, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Were those your thoughts?" She asks.

Adam is surprised by her question. "You felt that?"

"What was that?" She asks.

Adam recounts the information he has gathered thus far, "I can do that sort of mind reading thing, like what you felt, at a distance and by touch. I can sort of turn it off for people, but with you, I just can't help it."

Maria smiles, unsure how to feel about her son's perversion. Part of her embraces the attraction, a part of her that was always there.

"I want to be open minded about this," She says, "I think it's a good idea to set boundaries, but I'll remind you again; I am your mother. I think it would be best if the power dynamic between us, socially and authoritatively, leaned in my favor."

"Yeah, mom. Absolutely." He replies. "You are my mother."

Happy with his response, sitting in front of each other on the soft warm sofa, crossed legged, Maria puts her hands on Adam's knees, overwhelmed again by an overload of sensation coming from him. She allows Adam's feelings to flow through her, distinguishing her son's from her own. She can feel Adam's groin warm up, she rubs her hand a few inches up and down his thigh, down to his knees. Adam rests his weight on his arms behind him, arching his spine up, raising his chin up to the sky, as his mom massages the lower part of his thighs, increasing in confidence and going further up, inch by inch.

"Exactly, I am your mother, and I put the rules here. Number one, you are to respect my personal space, if I don't want any physical contact you have to respect that. Understood?"

"Yeah." He groans.

Maria can feel the sensation her touch causes Adam, she can feel it all over her body as he would, stimulated in the exact same areas. There's a genuine feeling of love coming from his heart, and he has no trouble letting those feelings interact with the ones he feels in his groin. Maria notices the contrast with herself, how she resists, not allowing her feelings inside to interact. Letting her inhibition dissipate slightly, she daringly runs her hands all the way up her son's thighs, under his beach shorts all the way to the elastic strap, gently back and forth. Adam lies down on the couch, legs still crossed, being fondled by his mom.

"But I'm still a woman, and you are still a man." She says, bending over to lie her head on Adam's lap, resting her cheek on Adam's throbbing cock. "Despite that, there are lines I'm not ready to cross yet. And with you having this power, I need to feel like I can trust that you'll restrain yourself around me."

"Is this some sort of test?" He asks.

"Yes." She responds as she slowly crawls over him, sitting on his stomach with her legs on each side of his torso. She rests her whole weight on him, like when they were flying over the beach earlier. She rests her head over his shoulder, her mouth inches from his ear. Her tight little body pressing against his, it takes Adam every ounce of will within him to not start running his hands all over her soft, warm, scantily clad body.

"I don't want you abusing your powers either, that being said, I know you are a man and have a natural tendency to think about these things constantly." She says into his ear. "As the woman responsible for raising you, it falls on me to make sure you are a functional member of society. I didn't raise you to be a creep, Adam, respect other women's boundaries as you would mine. No looking through other people's clothes, and no invasion of privacy, be it physical or whatever that mind thing you do is. Not unless it's absolutely necessary. Is that understood?"

Adam nods.

"Good."

She gets up, straddling his stomach, she feels the tip of his cock poke gently against her right buttcheek. She reaches behind her back and unties her bikini, dropping it to the floor, next to Adam's jaw. Adam observes intently, his penis throbbing behind his mother.

Maria runs both hands through her hair, elbows raised high, Adam's eyes fixated on his curvacious mother's exposed plump breasts.

"I'm really dirty," she says in a half moan, half whisper, "I want to start practicing what you said, just need to shower real quick. I'm going in there alone, but feel free to keep this mental connection going if you like."

Maria gets off Adam, standing right next to him, her ass right above Adam's head. She grabs each end of her bikini, bending over Adam's face, her puckered labia inches away from the tip of Adam's nose. Adam takes a deep whiff as he reaches into his shorts and strokes his already hard cock. Eyes locked on each other, Maria walks around the couch and makes her way to the bathroom, looking over her shoulder at Adam until she closes the door behind her.

She can feel his gaze still on her, looking through the walls. Maria turns the shower on, just at the right temperature, she walks in.

Outside Adam observes, still in the living room, now on his feet, beach shorts thrown off, he strokes his cock as he looks at his mother shower. Maria, feeling his eyes on her, feeling the pleasure he's giving himself, starts rubbing her pussy, her middle and ring finger push through her labia as she rubs over her clitoris.

Adam can feel his mother's stimulation as his own, thus stimulating him further.

Adam imagines rubbing the tip of his penis against Maria's pussy lips. She reacts immediately, a shiver going up her spine as she felt what Adam imagined actually happened. Adam feels her mind welcome this type of interaction. He imagines pushing into his mom's vagina. Maria lets out a moan, feeling something in her, syncing with Adam's thoughts. Maria arches back. Adam feels her lean against his chest and turn her head up at him, as if she were really there. Adam can see that they are syncing through the door. Maria feels his assuredness in her like her own, knowing full well what is going on.

Adam grabs Maria by the waist, slowly running his hands up towards her breasts, where he takes his time to fondle them both. With one hand, he reaches for her neck, applying a bit of pressure as he thrusts in and out of her.

Adam lifts her off the ground, making her bounce on his dick. Maria adjusts herself into a comfortable position and starts to really wail.

"Oh, fuck! Right there, keep doing that." She yells at the bathroom ceiling.

Adam does as he is told, both now in a homogenous mixture of their respective overflow of ecstasy, intensified by the cumulative nature of their sync.

As Adam's dick pushes up against his mom's g spot, he puts his hand on her stomach to push her faster against him as he increases the rhythm, making her go over the top.

Adam feels his mom's pussy squeeze his cock with her vaginal walls with immense pressure, to release it and grip hard again in sequence.

"Hhnnnggggughhh." Maria releases a primal grunt as she falls on the tub, Adam on the living room floor, his cock still spurting streams of cum, overwhelmed by their synced orgasm.

After a few minutes, Maria exits the bathroom completely naked.

Adam had stayed staring at the ceiling fan above, not thinking about anything in particular, just letting the events of the last few days in.

Maria walks by and drops a hand towel on his groin for him to clean up. She walks past him and retakes her spot on the sofa.

Adam looks up at her. "Why no clothes?" He asks.

"I feel like it, also I want you to forget about being able to see through women's clothes. I thought that you'll probably end up looking through my clothes anyway, I thought I'd save myself the trouble and just not wear anything while in the house."

"Right." Says Adam, finding no fault to her logic. "I promise not to abuse my powers mom." He assures.

Adam gathers his thoughts briefly. "That was fun, what we just did." He adds, joining her back on the sofa.

"Yeah, I had fun too."

"So you're okay with us having sex?"

"No, I don't think I am."

"But we just-"

"What?" She interrupts.

Adam hesitates, "Was that not us having sex?"

Maria laughs, "We were in completely separate rooms, I don't think that can be considered sex. All we did was masturbate."

Adam isn't satisfied with his mother's line of thinking. "You wouldn't consider that sex? We could feel each-"

"No, it wasn't." She interrupts again. "I haven't had intercourse with you. And neither have you with me."

Adam stays silent, thinking of a way to respond.

"Look, Adam," Says Maria. "I am bringing an open mind to this whole situation, but I am also conscious of what my limits are. I am your mother, I understand you have feelings for me, but I am not ready to fully explore those feelings. I am accepting that which I can understand, and briefly setting aside what I don't understand."

Adam listens to her intently. "So much weird stuff has happened recently, I am adapting the best I can but I am still clinging on to the few things I do understand."

"You're right, mom." Affirms Adam. "I'm sorry for pushing the subject. Like you said, you're in charge, you set the pace."

Happy to have come to an agreement, Maria holds Adam's hands in her own. "Let's start practicing."

In that moment, a thought crosses Adam's mind. Open mouth kissing! That's something he believes they can come to an agreement on.

Ecstatic, Adam rushes to share this thought with his mother, only to find that he has no access to her thoughts, feelings, even her physiological response, he just sees her.

"Mom, I think you did it."

"I did?" She says, relaxing.

"It went down, concentrate on keeping it up, I'm going to try and enter."

"Okay." She says, closing her eyes again, her hands still locked with Adam's.

Adam begins launching the thought of them having wet kisses together, unable to breach his mother's mental defenses.

"I can feel something brush against this barrier I'm thinking of. Try to break through harder."

Adam lurches the thought of them mutually exchanging saliva the best he can towards his mother's mind, still unsuccessful.

"Maybe the thought isn't strong enough. I'm going to try something else, let me know how it goes." He explains.

Adam no longer tries to get the idea of open mouth kissing mentally through to his mom. Now, testing the might of her defenses, he launches thoughts of them having sex together.

"Woah, I don't know what you changed but that was way harder." Exclaims Maria.

Adam imagines taking his mom from behind, pulling her hair, as she moans and yells his name.

Maria's mental shield continues deflecting Adam's thoughts, keeping her mind safe from his lustful imagination.

"Harder." Demands Maria.

Adam changes strategy, no longer aiming at his mother's mind, he directs his thoughts towards his mother's groin, attempting to stimulate her.

Maria's defenses remain true.

"Harder!"

Beads of sweat forming on his brow, Adam imagines his mom's legs over his shoulder as he thrusts in and out of her.

"HARDER!"

Adam breaks through his mom's mental barrier, flooding her with nerve stimulation directed at her clitoris, and the image of Adam cumming inside of her. As she is overwhelmed by the feeling, she falls back on the sofa, squirming and convulsing as every inch of her being is overloaded by the sensation of pure ecstasy.

Adam, having linked his mind with his mom, finds himself in similar condition, lying on his back on the comfy sofa, both looking up at the ceiling fan spin.

"How about that, mom, was that sex?" He asks.

"No. That was not sex." She replies, catching her breath.