Abilities Awakened.
{F/b oral MC? }
By Typoman
Edited by Tyger
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Larry Sanderson
I had read and enjoyed several mind control stories before I decided to attempt one on my own. I decided on a different twist with my tale. Rather than having direct control over a involuntary subject, I wanted to use empathy and the ability to influence. This tale is what I came up with.
My stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual encounters.
Various ages from adult to children may be described in sexual acts, either willing or coerced. If you are not of legal age to read or adult material, close this file. If you are offended, or even think that you might be offended by reading material such as this then go find something else to read.
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A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a FANTASY! They might contain a thread of an old childhood memory, or just be the brainchild of my fertile imagination.
If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However, if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent minor, then go seek help. Our children are our future. Don’t start (or continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.
Current date 04/28/2100. At my present age of 145 I feel the time for my long delayed autobiography cannot be put off any longer. After much consideration, I finally decided to use 1961 and my first orgasm as a start of my tale.
I always knew I was different. Just how different I didn't discover until a year after I reached puberty at the age of 7. You find that strange? Well, my mother certainly was taken aback, but not all that surprised as I recall.
I started my schooling at 6 years of age just like all the other children at that age. But because of my precocious mind, I was advanced into the second grade. The school's principal wanted to advance me into the third grade but my Mother would have nothing of it.
I had never enjoyed the benefit of a father until years later when my uncontrolled abilities became too obvious for the "Normal" populace to ignore.
I had been having nightly emissions without the benefit of anyone who was at my body's development level to talk to. Kenny Walters was one of my best friends back then, but he was only 8 or 9 and was years away from the actual age of my body.
It was Kenny's mother who had found herself attracted to me. Maybe it was an accident of fate, but thinking once again about the events of that day with the mind of an adult, I believe otherwise.
Kenny and I had gone over to his house to play with his new Lego set. I'd seen them advertised on the television and tried to get my mother to get me a set for Christmas, but she couldn't afford it. True to his word Kenny drug out a huge box filled to the brim with Lego blocks. His mother brought us two glasses of Kool Aid. When she bent down to set the glasses on the coffee table we were playing on, I noticed her ample cleavage. The top of her blouse had drooped down, giving me quite a show and an immediate erection to boot.
With typical adolescent foolishness, I stared directly at her inadvertent gift to me. Kenny's mom looked a little perplexed that someone my age would even notice her breasts. She straightened quickly, ready to rebuke my rudeness but decided to let it pass. For the next half-hour I couldn't help but watch the shape of her beautiful body. My erection grew until it became almost too painful for my young mind to bear. My glass of Kool Aid slipped from my hand as I tried to bring it to my lips, spilling the purple colored contents down the front of my tee shirt and the crotch of my pants. I sprung to my feet, almost knocking the coffee table over. Mrs. Walters soon came up to me with towels to clean up the mess. When she looked into my eyes she could see that I was fighting back my tears of embarrassment.
"It's all right honey, That's why we have a linoleum floor, it's virtually kidproof!"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Walters! I wasn't paying attention!"
"Nothing to apologize for Larry, things like this happen all the time around here."
She started patting the large purplish wet area down my front. The cold shock on my organ had caused it to shrink somewhat. When I realized that Kenny's mother might start dabbing at my crotch, it sprang back to life immediately. My hopes and fears came true and I felt a rush of pleasant feelings wash over me when Mrs. Walters towel covered hand stroked my fully aroused 6 inch cock.
Six inches of proud flesh standing out from the body of a 7-year-old boy you might ask? Impossible you insist? I can understand your mistrust of my accounting. However, you have not learned of my heritage as of yet and neither had I until years later as I recounted earlier in this text. I apologize for my decision to wait to relay my true nature until I reach the point in my life where it was revealed to me. I can tell you this though as I had known the way my own body responds to it's state of arousal. At the age of 7, when my penis would become erect it would normally be a little over 4 inches. However if I become more aroused it would extend and fatten even more. Having never seen another male's penis at that time in my life, I never knew my particular peculiarity.
My back was turned to Kenny when his mother discovered my highly aroused state quite by accident. She looked into my eyes incredulously then tested her own conclusion with another exploratory feel. The sensations that washed over me appeared to affect Mrs. Walters in the same way. After a few glorious moments of stimulation she shook her head in an attempt to clear her senses.
"Larry, we better get your clothes in the washing machine or this stain will never come out, okay? I'm sure we can find something of Kenny's that will fit until they come out of the wash."
Without waiting for consent from me, she took me by the hand and led me into their laundry room. With business like precision that only a mother could possess, Kenny's mother had me stripped down to my underwear in no time, squatting in front of me to remove my shoes, socks and pants. As she was an adult and a mother, I dared not object to her wishes. Although I couldn't see nearly as much of her cleavage as I'd been blessed with before, my attention was centered there while being methodically stripped.
The vision of her cleavage remained in front of me long enough as to pique my curiosity. When I pried my eyes away to look into her face, Kenny's mother was staring at the tent that my aroused member made in my purple stained underwear. I covered the cause of my embarrassment with my hands, which broke her open-mouthed stare. She looked at me with far away eyes, something in her look made me shudder with guilty but wonderful feelings that emanated from my center.
"You stay right here honey, I think I got just the thing for you to wear until your things get washed."
As soon as Mrs. Walters left, closing the door to the laundry room behind her I grasped my erection out of desperation. To a much lesser extent the same sensations of pleasure washed over my body. I reached both of my hands inside my underwear and stroked myself, learning quickly as to what action created the best sensations. I closed my eyes and recalled the graceful swells of Kenny's mother's breasts, imagining how soft they would feel against my cheek. My pleasure increased as my hands moved up and down the length of my cock, something from within slickened my skin allowing my hands to glide rather than rub. I felt an urgent need to bring this wonderful new feeling to it's inevitable conclusion as my feelings intensified.
An alarm sounded from inside my mind. I sensed the hurried approach of the woman that had caused my dilemma. She seemed to know, or maybe share the desperate buildup of my sensations. Her mind was battling with itself, badly needing to quench her own passions, but knowing that what she had already decided to do was repugnant to her.
The door to the little laundry room sprung open then closed behind the almost panting woman who had hurried down the hallway to the source of her sensuous torture. I heard the lock in the doorknob turn positively.
"What on earth are you doing to me Larry? I swear I could feel whatever you were doing all the way down the hall!"
Her wild look startled me. I had reluctantly stopped my quest for release of the almost painful need within me.
"N...Nothing Mrs. Walters! Don't tell my mother please?"
She had a thin pair of well-washed cotton shorts that her own son had outgrown more than 2 years before. For some reason she'd never given them away or thrown them out because of a single deeply buried memory.
It was not unusual for me as I watched Mrs. Walter's private memory pass before her mind's eye. I had witnessed the memory recall of several other people and thought that everyone could do the same. Only my mother noticed my interest as she reminisced making love with my father. Blocking such memories from others is fairly simple as my mother could attest. So I thought that people showed their memories to others so the other person could better understand their feelings. Such was my understanding as Mrs. Walters replayed her private memory to me.
She was undressing Kenny to bathe him and had discovered that he had neglected to put his undies on. Kenny's little boner sprang forth right in front of her face as it cleared the elastic waistband of the self same shorts in her hand. Naturally she acted like nothing was amiss and even held her face neutral at the surprise.
Clara Walters rarely gave into her husband's constant requests for oral sex. When she did, it was only to get him to buy an occasional extravagance they both knew they couldn't afford. The very first blow job she had ever given freely was when she was a 16 year old virgin. That was to her 12 year old brother Terry without even asking his consent. She had spent a frustrating evening with her boyfriend and unknowingly husband to be, fighting off his advances. Clara knew that she would lose him forever if she didn't do something to relieve her poor boyfriends tension. When she opened the door to her bedroom, there was her little brother with a pair of her own dirty panties in his hand and a very obvious boner tenting out his underwear. She grabbed his arm as he tried to rush past her and flung him backwards, causing him to backpedal, wheeling his arms until he fell backwards on her bed. Terry reacted quickly to escape his sister's wrath, the look in her eyes was new to him and spelled danger to his well being. He sprang away from the bed just before Clara pounced. She landed where his body had only momentarily been a split second before. Her little brother thought he was home free. He bolted towards her bedroom door and relative freedom but Clara's hand darted out and grabbed the elastic band of his underwear at the back. When Terry tried to twist out of her grasp, he only succeeded in allowing them to be jerked down. As his erection shamelessly sprang free, his legs got entangled in his briefs. When he fell, the weight of his sister's body landing on top of him knocked the air out of his lungs.
Terry could do nothing but lay there gasping, trying to get air back into his lungs. When Clara roughly grasped his deflating cock and squeezed he could only work on his more urgent problem.
"I finally caught you! Do you really think I wouldn't notice the sticky mess you left in my panties you little pervert? How long have you been jacking off in my panties? Answer me!"
Clara released her little brother's noodle watching with interest as it deflated and shriveled to a ghost of it's former self. When she turned to see why he wasn't even fighting her she saw his dilemma. The anger in her melted away and she averted her eyes from the eyes of her brother as they pleaded for mercy.
Terry was thankful that his sister had given him temporary clemency until he could at least regain his breath. He knew that Clara was unashamedly staring at his shrunken appendage. His hopes to avoid further embarrassment were dashed against the rocks when he felt his 12 year old cock stir and straighten right in front of his sisters eyes. He closed his eyes and tried to envision stepping in a fresh pile of dog shit, anything to distract his mind away from his stiffening cock. His breath returned slowly and he debated on whether to open his eyes. Envisioning Clara laughing at his tiny little 4 inch boner, he decided to keep them closed as long as possible.
"You keep your eyes shut Terry! Don't you dare open them until I say you can and don't move a muscle, okay? Don't you dare say a word either, just nod your head!"
Clara waited until she got her brother's nod, then she smiled at Terry's predicament. To ensure he couldn't watch her she grabbed the panties he had discarded in his haste and flung them over his face. When his little boner twitched in response she laughed as her next idea sprang forth. Clara lifted her panties off his face and then grabbed the elastic waistband then slipped them over his head. Reveling at how the little brown hash mark ended up over his nose.
"Take a deep breath little brother cause that's the last pair of my panties you're ever gonna get if you know what's good for you!"
She watched with fascination as her brother meekly complied. His little boner twitched in response when Clara ran her long fingernail down the length of his prick. She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to his cock.
"Show me what you do when you've stolen my panties Terry! I want to see that perverted little act you do to yourself!"
As her brother reluctantly complied, Clara felt her own pussy quicken, dampening her panties. She teased him mercilessly, running her hands over his body making him increase his speed. She sensed he was getting close to making sperm and grabbed his hand, making him stop.
"Not so fast little brother! You're not gonna get off that easily!"
Clara pulled his hand away, then aped her brother's movements, staying at a slow steady pace. Slowly the feel of her little brother's cock entranced her. She reveled in the power she felt, controlling her brother's growing desperation to come. Without so much as a conscious thought as to the consequences of her actions, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth. Terry moaned and shivered in surprised, but pleased reaction. Clara easily took all of his 4 inches into her mouth. The taste from his little cock was surprisingly pleasant. She climbed on top of his chest then pressed her pussy against his face. Moving forward she once again took every bit of his 12-year-old cock into her mouth, then sucked his hairless nut sack into her.
When Terry moved his arms she was past the point of caring. She knew what he wanted to do and offered no resistance when he pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and drove his tongue into her gash. With a gasp of pleasure Clara positioned her clit to receive his tongue.
Clara felt guilty about the few times she had masturbated herself to orgasm, and she had only done it out of desperation. Her little brothers tongue made her lose all sense of right or wrong. She only knew that what she was experiencing was way beyond anything she had ever felt. She had stopped blowing her brother but kept his dick in her mouth, her mind intent on receiving it's own stimulation. The little prick sliding in and out of her mouth barely registered, the approach of her own climax taking precedence. Clara wantonly fucked her little brothers face, fighting back the guttural cry when her powerful orgasm racked her body. She rode it out as long as she could before rocking forward to get away from the stimulation collapsing on top of Terry's chest. Clara received a mouthful of her brother's spunk and swallowed instinctively. The next three mouthful's were eagerly received and taken down also.
After Terry finally stopped shuddering and relaxed Clara rolled off from on top of her brother. After only a few minutes, the shame of what she had done hit her. She lay on her back blinking back her tears knowing she could never face her boyfriend without him seeing the guilt of her incestuous dalliance with her little brother.
She felt Terry's hand upon her leg and vented her anger to him.
"GET OUT!"
"Terry's reassuring smile turned into rejection. He quietly got up, put his underwear on and slipped out her door. She felt bad for the way she had treated her little brother but after all if she hadn't caught him in her room, her sin would have never happened. The next morning both siblings acted like nothing had ever happened. Clara swore that she'd never do anything so disgusting as to take a man's cock in her mouth again. Two weeks later after jacking her boyfriend off at the drive in, she crept into her brothers bedroom and blew him until he cried out for mercy, never allowing Terry to touch her private places. Back in her own bedroom, Clara masturbated herself to a new level of pleasure with the taste of her brother's jism still lingering on her tongue. Clara and Terry eventually came to an unspoken understanding. If one or another's needs became too much, they could find a more satisfying relief masturbating after climbing out of their sibling's bed.
Mrs. Walters memory flashed my in mere moments, but actual time has no relevance to a person's inner self. In an instance I understood the significance of the shorts she planned for me to wear. She understood deep in her mind that my own sensations had been sent to her, something that even I had not worked out for myself until then. Mrs. Walters rationalized that my tented underwear simply reminded her of her younger brother and the comfort they took from each other as their sexuality emerged.
She threw Kenny's faded shorts into the drier telling me that the warmth would make me feel better. From a cabinet on the wall she produced a washcloth and ran the water in the sink until it was warm and soaked it, she also put some water in a bowl to rinse out the washcloth as it got dirty. Producing a little stool from the corner, Clara sat down, pushed the loose of her skirt between her legs and beckoned me to her. She opened her legs so I could stand within reach only after I was close enough.
"Now let's get this sticky old Kool Aid off you so your clean clothes won't get dirty all over again honey."
The warm washcloth felt reassuring to me and I momentarily forgot the embarrassing tent in my underwear and her intention to explore my body using her washcloth as an excuse. After cleaning my stomach and legs, she rinsed out her cloth and wiped my face.
"Now don't worry honey, you're not the only boy that I've had to clean up. We got to get your undies washed and what's underneath too. I won't look down if that makes you feel any better, okay?"
I nodded my approval apprehensively. True to her word Mrs. Walters merely looked into my eyes reassuringly as she worked my stained underwear down, pulling open the front to give me plenty of room. The back of her hand lightly brushed the tender underside of my rigid flesh sending a tiny thrill of pleasure through me, then to her. I could see the sensation register in her eyes as she attempted to comprehend the experience, then reject it as not possible. As I stepped out of my underwear I knew the moment of truth was at hand.
Clara rinsed her washcloth once again then steadied her resolve and blindly reached for my penis with the wet washcloth spread out in her hand. I had quickly made a theory as to why I had broadcast my sensations to her. I was almost positive that it was because I was thinking about her, so I thought of Kenny playing with his Legos in the living room.
My eyes were closed when I heard the sharp intake of breath from Kenny's mother. When I opened them She was looking down, disbelieving her own eyes.
"My MY! You certainly are a big boy aren't you honey! How old ARE you?"
"Seven Mrs. Walters, why?"
"Honey all I can say is that when you grow up you're gone make some lucky girl VERY happy!"
"But..."
My words were cut off when she squeezed me, then moved her washcloth up and down the length of me. I was sent to heaven with her single stroke. My knees almost gave out and I had to grab her shoulders to steady myself.
"Did I hurt you honey? Do you want me to stop?"
"No! It's making me feel all tingly!"
"Okay honey! I don't think Kenny needs to know about me seeing your embarrassing boner, don't you agree?"
"Yes Ma'am! Can you please wash me some more? Sometimes when it gets like this I ache all over!"
"Okay honey, but only cause you've been so good. One of these days when your older you'll be able to make that ache you feel go away. MY but you certainly are BIG!"
To my dismay Mrs. Walters stopped washing me and only held my organ in her hand. I looked at the swell of her breasts longingly and felt the change come over her expression. My instincts took over and I moved my hips back and forth in her grasp. Sensing the approach of that inevitable conclusion I'd felt earlier I cried out my desire to the world. I looked into Clara's eyes and saw that she was caught up with my spiraling emotions. I thought of how she took her brother into her mouth and wondered if it could be any more intense than the sensations I was experiencing. Faster and faster I humped myself into her hands, the washcloth having been lost earlier.
"Something's happening Mrs. Walters!"
Her answer was to scoot off her stool and guide my dribbling tool into her mouth, keeping one hand firmly around the base of my cock so she wouldn't be choked. From deep within I felt my first orgasm come surging up. The world almost seemed to tip sideways taking me with it. Not caring whether my friend could hear me I gave force to my ejaculation with a cry, The cry told the world that I had finally overcome the ache my body had been plagued with for months. Little by little the racking shudders of pleasure diminished. My legs lost their ability to hold my body up and I crumpled to the floor.
When my eyes opened my face was nestled between Mrs. Walters ample bosom. She was rocking the two of us back and forth, humming quietly to herself. When I stirred she released me.
"Larry....."
I could see that Mrs. Walters was battling with her conscience like she had done with her younger brother many years ago. I felt almost as bad as she did when I realized the possible consequences of our actions.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Walters! I didn't mean to do it honest!"
"Was that the first time it happened to you Larry?"
"Well yes Ma'am, but now you're gonna feel bad and it's all my fault!"
"Shoot honey, it's me who's to blame! I've gone and corrupted an innocent child! Will you ever forgive me?"
"But you helped me! My ache is finally gone!"
I looked down to my crotch and was glad to see that my penis had finally returned to its previous size.
"I haven't seen it this way since the ache started, a few months ago Mrs. Walters! I think I know what to do if it starts up again too!"
She looked down then did a double take. Once again I had the flaccid penis of a boy close to my age.
"Well I'll be!"
Somehow my happiness calmed her internal battle. She pushed her memory to the side and got up from the floor, dusting herself off. I grabbed my underwear and put them in the washing machine so she could start it.
Mrs. Walters sure was right about how good Kenny's warm shorts felt against my skin. When she pulled them up the warmth felt really good.
Kenny was not in the living room when we came out. His mother went to his bedroom and called to him, worried that he'd locked his door. He came out a little while later slightly embarrassed. It didn't register what had happened until I remembered that I'd focused my attention towards him earlier. I told myself that he must have had as good an orgasm as I had. It was a year or so later that I learned that normal boys don't develop that ability until they are several years older.
After my clothes were ready I changed back into them and happily made my way home. It would be three months later when my ache returned.