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FRIDAY
Jennifer opened the backyard garage door and entered the dusty building. She didn't usually come back here. In fact, she didn't think that she had even been in here since her husband died a few months back. It was his place, and since his death, her son, Michael, had taken care of things.
Jennifer watched as the dim morning light pierced the darkness and fell across a stunning red and black monster of a vehicle.
Hearing something behind her, Jennifer spun. Michael was right behind her, so close that she jumped, involuntarily.
Michael grabbed her, quickly. "Mom, are you alright?"
"Michael, you startled me!"
"Sorry," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I heard you come out back," she said. "I wanted to know what you were doing." She traced her fingers across the Corvette's hood. "Where on earth did you get this?"
"I borrowed it from a friend," Mike said. "It's a car from your time, mom."
"My time?" Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "Michael, this is a '67 Corvette. It was made two years before I was born."
Mike frowned. "Okay, so it's a little before you..."
"With a car like this, you might find yourself popular with the girls," she said, and smiled deeply, like one of those aforementioned girls.
"I was thinking it would be more of a turn-on to women like you."
"Well, I suppose that it does turn me on, at that." She pulled him to her and pressed her body close. Their lips met and they shared a passionate, thoroughly inappropriate, mother-son kiss.
Mike pushed Jennifer and her shoulders slammed back onto the hood. He quickly pulled her pants off. Unbuckling his jeans, he thrust his wanting cock home inside her waiting pussy.
Jennifer cried out.
Mike pulled out and thrust again, pounding deep inside her. His hands went to her tits and he squeezed. She bucked beneath him and he fucked her all out, pounding for all he was worth, giving her long, deep strokes that quickly drove her to the edge of ecstasy.
"Now, Michael, now!" she cried out and came, shaking violently.
Michael gave his mother another dozen powerful thrusts and then came himself, blasting his come deep inside her.
"I guess I should be going," Mike said, a few minutes later.
"Michael, I need to talk with you," Jennifer said.
"Not now, mom. I have to hurry." Mike quickly pulled his clothes on. He was afraid that she was going to ask him more questions. Questions that he wasn't sure he could easily answer.
"It's important, baby," she said. "There are some things that I have to tell you, some things that you need to know."
"I really have to go, mom," he said.
"You can use the Power, can't you?"
Mike turned. "What power?"
"The Ways," Jennifer said. "You have the ability to control other's minds."
"You know about the Compulsion?" Mike hissed.
"Is that what you call it? Yes, son. I know about it. I should have told you before, but I didn't know how." She looked at him, eyes brimming with emotion.
"How do you know?" Mike asked.
"Because I can use it, too."
Mike was shocked. "You can?" he asked.
"Sit down, son," she said. "And I'll tell you what I know."
Mike sat on the hood of the car, with Jennifer beside him. She rested her hand on his leg. She looked into his eyes, her intense blue eyes meeting his.
"There are three Ways to use the Compulsion, as you call it," Jennifer said.
"The first is Suggestion. Suggestion is the influencing of a subject's emotions. Whenever you arouse someone's emotions or remove their inhibitions, you are using this. It's the ability that I am best at and, from what I understand, women are more adept with. It does have one drawback. When Suggesting an emotion, keep in mind that you never know how long the emotion will be in effect. An extremely powerful emotion, like love or fear, could be in effect for years or maybe forever. I used it on you the night we first made love."
"The second way is Manipulation. When you confuse the mind to influence or alter a person's decision making, you are using this Way. I know that you have used this on me before, probably without knowing it or understanding it. It is very powerful, but tricky to use. It can literally do anything, ANYTHING, to the subject's mind. You can instill hallucinations in a mind. You can alter or implant memories, conclusions or beliefs in a subject. The fact that you can do it at all, and without instruction, is very impressive. I still have difficulty using even basic Manipulations."
"The final Way to use your Compulsion is Domination. It is the most blatantly powerful of the Ways and the most dangerous. It subjugates the subject's will and forces their actions according to your desires. When you dominate someone, you can never be sure what they're going to do, or even if they will snap out of the Domination. Some may follow your commands exactly and to the letter, some may follow the meaning behind your commands and some few may even be immune to your Domination. It seems that men are more adept with this power than women. I, myself, am afraid to use it. If you do employ it, be very careful, Michael."
"You said that you used the Compulsion on me?" Mike asked. "And I know that I used it on you, even if I didn't mean to. Is there a danger in that?"
Jennifer smiled. "There is always some danger in using the Power, Michael. Each time it is used on a subject, it grows more and more powerful. Compelling a person more than twice can turn them into your mind-slave permanently and damage their individuality. But there is less danger for people like us who can use it. You can take control of me if your will is stronger or if you catch me unprepared, but the effects of the Compulsion will never last very long when one of us uses it on another. Usually not more than a day or two. And it cannot be permanent, if that's what you're worried about."
"How did this happen? I mean, why can I, we, use this power?"
Jennifer sighed. "You're coming to the limits of my knowledge, Michael. I know that it is passed down through the bloodlines. It's probably genetic, but who knows? Maybe exposure to the use of the power can allow someone to learn it. Or maybe others can be taught. I acquired all my knowledge from my father."
"You mean, he could Compel people, too?" Mike asked.
"Yes," Jennifer said. "Though... I don't think he was as powerful as you are. He taught me how to use all the Ways."
"What happened to him, anyway?"
"He died mysteriously, before you were born. I don't know what of and none of the doctors could ever explain it to me. I often think that it had something to do with the Ways, but I could never figure out what or how. For a long time after his death, I tried to limit my own use of the three Ways. Eventually, I gave them up, completely. Until your father died in that car wreck, and you started using the Power. Then, I knew I had to tell you, to teach you how to use the Ways and how to control them."
"I thought..." Mike began.
"That you were some sort of freak?" she asked.
"No. I was going to say: I thought I was alone."
Jennifer smiled. "No, you're not alone, Michael. Not while I'm with you." She hugged him, tightening her arms around his back and pressing her breasts to his chest. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of her body, smelled her neck and hair.
"Where were you last night, Michael?"
"Nowhere..."
