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 Rebirth

   1



   Jon smiled as the women started filing into the dojo.  They eyed the
many weapons and trophies lining the wall.  He knew they would be shocked
at seeing him, they always were.  He enjoyed these "Women's Self-Defense"
courses.  His mother had him filling in as the male assailant since he was
five foot ten.  Now, at an imposing six foot three, they would be nervous.

   Jon was correct.  Once they saw him, they stayed huddled in a herd.  Jon
sighed.  He hated that these women had been so beaten down that they were
afraid just by having a man in the room.  As his mother had taught him, he
kept his position kneeling on the mat.  They would come to trust him in
time.  First, they would need to understand their own strength and how to
bring it out.

   "Good evening, ladies," Genny said as she came out of her office.  "It's
nice to see so many of you here today.  Have you taken the opportunity to
introduce yourselves to my son?"

   Many of the women gasped as they looked at the strong, beautiful thirty
one year old woman lightly stroking the black mane of the kneeling man. 
That she was fit was beyond doubt.  Standing tall, she was almost five foot
eight inches tall.  Her stomach was flat, her arms were firm, and though
she was smiling down at the man kneeling next to her, her 34 C cup breasts
stood proud and firm in her sports bra while her karate pants just seemed
to accent the flair of her hips.

   "For the more adventurous," Genny laughed.  "You can wish him a "Happy
Birthday," as he is turning sixteen today."

   Hesitantly, the women came forward to introduce themselves under Genny's
guidance.  Jon was polite and gentle with each woman.  As they introduced
themselves, Genny lined them up on the mat.  Soon, she was leading the
ladies in stretching exercises.  Once they got accustomed to following her
lead, she had Jon take her place as she walked amidst the women and began
showing them how to do the exercise correctly if they were making mistakes
and praising them for everything they did right.

   Next, she showed them basic punches while Jon went off to prepare.  She
went through individually to make sure everyone could punch properly.

   "All right, Jon," Genny called.  "You're up."

   Everyone laughed as Jon came out in an over-sized padded fat suit.

   Jon gave a grim smile as they continued their laughter and even Genny
chuckled to see it.

   "All right, ladies," Genny said after everyone had a good laugh.  "I'm
going to punch Jon.  I want you to see that it is all right to use all your
strength on him.  The suit will protect him."

   Sticking his arms out wide, Jon awaited his mother's assault.  He knew
the women would be watching and schooled his expression into one of languid
boredom.  Many of the women gasped at the ferocity that Genny used against
her son.

   Turning, Genny smiled at them.  "I would never hurt my son," she assured
them.  "Nor would I allow anyone else to hurt him.  Line up.  It's time for
you ladies to see what it feels like to hit someone."

   For the next hour, Jon stood firm as the women were taught to hit him.
Any woman who didn't meet his mother's standards had to stand there and
punch him until she was satisfied.  Two of them had more trouble than most.
After a moment, Jon realized that they had been abused in their
relationships all their lives.  First by their father's and later by their
husbands, their lives were totally dominated by the weak men who thought it
appropriate to beat their women down in order to control them.

   Hating himself for what he knew he had to do, Jon denigrated the two
women until they finally lashed out.  He continued until they finally were
able to put a good punch on him.  Once they did, they attacked in unison
throwing punch after punch after punch.  The others watched as they
continued to hit Jon in frustrated rage until they finally broke down
weeping.

   As they fell to their knees crying, Jon ripped off the protective suit
and dropped to his knees with them.  He held them as they wept and
apologized and told them how well they had done.  Genny watched as some of
his blood fell onto their uniforms.  To interrupt now, however, would be to
deny the women the cathartic release that these women needed.

   When they were finished, Genny stepped forward and displaced Jon to
praise the two on how well they had done.  Jon went and took care of the
blood trickling from his nose.  Like his mother, he knew it would only
distract the two and would make them doubt their worth.  They had had
enough of letting men destroy their spirit and their lives.  It was time to
make these women strong.

   He returned shortly to help his mother as he showed the women exercises
they could do around their home to help build their strength and
flexibility.  She showed them how to use isometrics to focus on certain
muscle group at any particular time.  Jon went over and opened the juice
bar and passed out water and juice bottles to help the ladies rehydrate.

   As she watched, the two women who had assaulted Jon so relentlessly
hesitantly made their way to the bar to apologize.

   Grabbing two bottles of juice, Jon came around the counter and whispered
into the first woman's ear.  "I am not sorry," Jon told her.  "You are a
strong beautiful woman.  I am only sorry that the assholes that were too
afraid of you realizing your strength and beauty got to you before my
mother and I had that opportunity.  I look forward to seeing you in mom's
next class."

   Each woman got the same message and a bottle of juice.  For his trouble,
Jon got a fierce hug and a few more tears.

   Mary came forward to join in their hug and soon the rest of the women
joined in.  Holding and caressing the two until they were shown that they
were truly cared for by all present.  Jon slipped away as the women were
caring for two of their own.  The others allowed him to slip out of their
grasp and Jon went in back to take a quick shower.  As his mother came back
to her office, she gave him a smile and a small nod.  The two women were
all right.

   Without a word, Jon returned the smile and went to clean up the dojo
while his mother took her own shower.

   "Come along," Genny said when she came out of her office.  "Your Aunt
Mary will be ready for your party by now."

   "My mother got me a bloody nose for my birthday," Jon chuckled as he
replaced the cleaning supplies in their closet.  "How is Aunt Mary going to
top that one?"

   "Hush, you," Genny laughed as she hugged her son tight.  "You knew what
they needed the same as I did.  You did very well today."

   Returning her hug, Jon laughed.  "You have taught me very well," Jon
agreed.  "And I love being part of these classes with you."

   "You are very like your father," Genny smiled up at her tall son.  "He,
too, could show a person their strength and not be diminished by it."

   Jon returned her smile and pulled her tight to him as she sighed.  He
knew she loved his father very much and still missed him after all this
time.

   Mary squealed and hugged her sister and nephew when they arrived at her
home.  She, like her sister, had been looking forward to this day for a
long time.

   "Hello, Jon," Mary's husband said as his wife released them.  "Hello,
Genny.  It's nice to see you again."

   "Hello, Uncle Bob," Jon smiled as he shook his uncle's hand.  "Thank you
for agreeing to hold the party here.  This way I don't have to worry about
cleaning up afterwards."

   Mary laughed and gave her nephew another hug.  "We wouldn't let you have
it at your house," she told him.  "I was afraid my sister would only let
you have health food."

   "She's the one who keeps the pop tarts in the house," Jon laughed.

   "I know," Mary laughed.  "That's the other reason we won't have the
party at your house."

   Jon was not surprised when Bob took care of everything during the party.
He served dinner, served drinks, and took care of the clean-up afterward.
He knew that he was submissive to his Aunt Mary.  She was happy in her
relationship and led a rich, full life.  Bob, another attorney, did the
same.  Only here, in their home, were they free to be who they truly were.

   "Jon," Genny said, looking at her son.  "You will be sixteen in twenty
more minutes.  Are you happy with your life?"

   "Of course, Mother," Jon said, shocked.  "I know that you worry about
home schooling me.  I think I am better off than anyone else in any school
anywhere."

   "It's important," Genny said as she saw his confused look.  "You come of
age today.  When you reach sixteen, things are going to start changing. 
You will begin having women over to the house for their pleasure and for
yours."

   "Don't interrupt," Mary said as she took his hand.

   "You and I have been using telepathy for your whole life," Genny
continued.  "Soon, you will learn more.  Be given access to more power.  As
you go forward through your life, I want you to remember how it felt
tonight to help those women realize their own beauty and strength.

   "Your choices on how you use that power are yours," Genny smiled down at
her seated child.  "You can choose to be one of those men who needs to
destroy others to show how powerful they are, or you can be the type of
person who shows others their strength and teaches them how to bring it
out."

   Jon looked at the two women.  They seemed to be waiting for his
response.

   "Mother," Jon said, taking her hand.  "You have never lied to me about
anything.  You showed me the true nature of people.  You showed me how to
bring out the best in myself.  You taught me how to show others how to
bring out the best in themselves.  You showed me how good it feels when the
person you taught has the opportunity to share their skills with others. 
You have loved me your whole life.  And, you loved my father.  You never
lost that feeling for him.  You will never stop loving me.

   "I would never consider doing anything that I know would disappoint
you," Jon said as he smiled up at her.

   "Go to our bedroom, Bob," Mary ordered as Genny beamed a smile down upon
her son.

   "All right, Nephew," Mary said after the bedroom door had closed with
Bob inside.  "It is time for you to strip."

   Jon gasped at his Aunt's open appraisal of his physique.

   "Do it," Genny ordered her son.

   Jon hated when his mother blocked his thoughts.  He was going to read
his aunt, but his mother was clearly forbidding it.  With a sigh, he
followed his mother's orders.  Feeling very self-conscious, he stood before
his aunt and mother naked, trying his best to hide his penis.

   "Oh, he is very like his father," Mary said as she stepped forward and
began to run her hands over his body.  "Look at how chiseled and cut those
muscles are."

   Stepping behind him, Genny pulled his arms up until his body formed a T.
"Accept this," Genny ordered her son.

   Jon watched as his Aunt cooed over his physical beauty before latching
onto his cock.  Going to her knees, she began kissing all around it while
stroking his lengthening member.

   After a few minutes of this, Genny went to the basement door and opened
it.  "It's time," she said softly.

   With a sigh, Mary stood back up and led Jon to the door.  Both women led
him downstairs.  Jon gasped as he saw the seven naked women kneeling on the
basement floor.

   "You are aware that Bob is my submissive," Mary said as she stepped
amidst the women.  "These women are slaves.  Their only purpose is to
please you.  They will teach you all about sex.  This is my gift to you."

   "Tonight," Genny smiled as her sister joined her.  "I want you to
pleasure all these women many times.  I want you to learn from them how to
pleasure each one many times.  First, I want you to do so individually,
then as a group.

   "I will not ask how you did," Genny continued.  "I will come down and
ask them."

   Jon nodded.  His mother rarely gave him a gift without giving him a
lesson first.

   "You will know when they are ready to begin," Genny smiled as she
ruffled her son's hair.  "Let your instincts guide you and you will feel
when it is right to proceed."

   Jon turned as his mother released his mind and he saw that she and his
aunt were going back upstairs.  Turning back, he looked over the naked
women.  Sighing, he knelt before them.  His mother said he would know when
the time was right.  Closing his eyes, he assumed a meditative position and
state of mind as he waited.  Letting everything go, he concentrated on his
breathing and relaxed his body first, then his mind.

   He wasn't sure how much time had passed as he knelt.  After some time,
though, he began to feel the women's desire.  More, he felt their arousal
rising.  Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that every one of them were
flushed with desire.  Their nipples were hard and screaming for attention.
Rising, he stepped forward and pulled an almost six foot brunette to her
feet.

   Remembering how his aunt had aroused him, he began to run his hands over
her body.  Light, gentle touches meant to titillate and excite.  Her pussy
began to lubricate harder as he worked on her body.  Leaning, he grabbed
her around the waist with one hand while his other squeezed a 38 D tit as
his fingers pinched her nipple.  As she groaned in need, he put his mouth
on hers and began to kiss her passionately, his tongue dueling with hers.

   Enjoying his kiss, she wrapped one leg around his thigh to put pressure
on her clit.  As he felt her leg on his thigh, Jon twisted her nipple and
she threw her head back and screamed out her first orgasm.  Still standing,
Jon continued to work her body through another orgasm before laying her on
the mat and going between her thighs.  Kissing and licking, he drove her to
orgasm after orgasm until she was just too tender to continue.  As she
began to recover, Jon took his prick in his hand and began to slap her clit
with it.  When she started hunching her hips up at him, Jon put his cock at
the entrance to her pussy and slammed it inside her.

   She groaned and clawed at Jon's back as his cock slid across her clit
and his cock head battered her cervix.  Jon felt her pain as he hit her
cervix and began to use smaller strokes to ensure her comfort and pleasure.
Soon, he was comfortable with the length of his thrusts and could feel her
working towards another orgasm.  As her pussy clamped down on his cock, he
released his own cum inside her as he screamed out his orgasm.  When her
pussy finally released him, he slid his semi-hard cock out and turned.  The
women were in various stages of arousal as they teased and enticed one
another waiting for Jon to pleasure them.  Pushing the nearest over, he
entered her from the rear.  He felt his cock hardening as he continued. 
Soon, he was completely hard and pushing her through orgasm after orgasm.

   In the kitchen, Mary laughed as she and Genny sat enjoying a glass of
wine together.  The second person, then the third were soon screaming out
their orgasms while Jon was working them over.  Looking over, she saw the
sad smile on Genny's face.

   "I'm sorry," Mary said soberly.  "I know that you miss him.  You raised
a fine son, though."

   "Someday," Genny sighed.  "I will see him again.  Until then, it is
important that Jon learn how to be a good man without his powers."

   "How long do you think the girls will last?" Mary chuckled as another
started screaming.

   "He will work on them all night," Genny smiled.  "Though it may take
them some time to learn to walk again once he is finished with them."

   Mary laughed as she remembered her time at his father's hands, and on
the end of his cock, and couldn't argue with her sister's reasoning.

   ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

   Jon smiled as his mom and aunt came down the stairs.  His long cock was
currently going up and down a small blonde's ass.  He was using one hand to
play with her pussy and the other was pinching and pulling her nipples.

   "I see you are enjoying Missy," Mary laughed.  "She has always had a
serious anal fetish and enjoys nothing more than a good ass fuck.  Unless,
you want to push her forward so you can spank her while you do it."

   Pushing Missy forward, Jon slid to the floor while keeping his cock
firmly embedded in Missy's ass.  Once there, he looked up at his aunt.

   "Strip," he ordered.

   Mary was shocked to feel herself doing as the young man commanded of
her. Soon, she was standing before him naked and watching his smile.

   "Lay down," he ordered.

   "Eat that pussy," Jon ordered Missy as he laid a hard slap upon her ass.
Once Missy went to work on his aunt's pussy, Jon looked over at his mother.
"You grab one hip and spank that cheek," he smiled.  "I will take the
other."

   Laughing, Genny slid forward on her knees and was soon helping Jon spank
the slave as he was pounding into her ass.  Mary was screaming out her
third orgasm and Missy her second, before Jon unloaded his cum deep into
Missy's bowels.

   Sliding forward, he placed his cock at his aunt's mouth.  "Clean me," he
ordered.

   As Mary was sucking his cock clean, Jon looked at his mother with a
smile.  "Thank you, mother," he said softly.  "This was an amazing night."

   "What have you learned," Genny smiled.

   "About them," Jon chuckled.  "Or, about me?"

   "About you, for now," Genny laughed.

   "For some reason," Jon nodded after a moment.  "I smell different to
each of them.  I still don't use cologne, but, each thinks I wear a
fragrance that enhances their desire for me."

   "Absolutely correct," Genny replied, beaming.  "You will be able to draw
women to you by the way you smell.  They will be attracted by it.  You must
remember to be cautious of how you treat them.  Some of the women will be
married.  You should be cautious and ensure you aren't ruining lives."

   "Be generous in giving pleasure," Jon nodded.  "Be cautious in how I
bring them pleasure.  Sometimes, pleasure is gained by reminding them how
happy they are in their relationships with others."

   After breakfast, Genny drove Jon home.  She was slightly surprised that
though he had been up all night, rather than falling asleep in the car, he
was looking around with a curious expression on his face.

   "Is something wrong?" she said as she looked at her son.

   "Yes and no," Jon replied after a moment.  "I'm fine.  But, looking
around, I was wondering, when was the last time you saw a piece of original
art work?  Most of the things coming out these days coming out these days
is just is just reprocessed crap."

   "What brought this on?" Genny asked, concerned.  "Are you doing all
right?"

   "I'm all right," Jon said after a moment and gave his mother a slight
smile.  "It just seems to me that a country this wealthy should be working
more on their artistic talents.  There is too great a difference between
the wealthy and the poor.  Even between the wealthy and the middle class.
It just seems that it is between the wealthy and the poor or mostly poor.
The middle class, the class where most artisans once derived from, is no
longer in existence."

   "Why is this so troubling?" Genny smiled, gently.

   "Because," Jon replied softly.  "Within one hundred years, after the
destruction of this class, the United States will tear itself apart."

   Genny thought about it for a moment and nodded.  "For now, though, they
see you as a sixteen year old boy.  Put this aside for a time and learn how
you can help them learn."

   Jon smiled at his mother and focused his mind to stillness.

   "Very good," Genny said as she saw her son relax.  "You're getting
better at that all the time."

   "You know," Jon smiled.  "That is only because I had an amazing
teacher."

   Genny laughed, delighted with his answer.  "It's true," she said as she
reached over and squeezed her son's thigh.  "Your teacher is pretty
amazing."