Continuing my first day with a new gift. For the last few years, shortly after my birthday, I received mental gifts. Over the years, I have learned to feel people's emotions, manipulate them, and last year, I learned to read minds. This year, I gained the ability to implant thoughts in people's minds as if they were their own. So far, I manipulated my mom and a trainer at the gym. On my way to my buddy's house, I contemplate the implications of my newfound abilities. I worry that I will selfishly use these gifts to fulfill my own desires and needs, rather than considering others. I never thought I was a bad person; now I am not so sure.
Pulling into Matt's driveway and realizing I am a little early, I decided to see if anyone else was home. Waiting at the door after ringing the bell, I was about to leave when the door opened. Mrs. Martinez greeted me with a warm smile, her elegant housecoat draped gracefully over her figure. She stood in a comfortable housecoat, exuding warmth, hospitality, and large breasts. They hang low because they are so large; this hides her belly a little, but her large hips make it obvious she isn't a small woman. She is around 5 feet 5 inches tall, a Hispanic woman with a stunning smile. Her large breasts have always drawn attention from me and all of Matt's friends. As she welcomed me into the house, I listened to her thoughts of admiration, leading me further inside.
"D, Matt's not home. Do you want to wait for him here or up in his room?" She smiled, obviously noticing my cock swelling in my jeans. Her thoughts betrayed her, "Look at that young cock grow! I wish I could get some of that Irwin left this morning too early to fuck me!" These thoughts made me smile, so I just pushed her excitement and horniness a bit. Before I answered, "Here is fine if that's ok?" I walked toward the couch, grabbed it, and handed me the TV remote. "Sure, D, Matt should be here soon; just relax until he gets here!" She said that while walking to the kitchen. I sat turned on to the TV, but all the while listening to this very horny woman self-talk. Wasn't long before she had some erratic thoughts. I suspected she was masturbating, and I intended to find out.
I slowly and quietly walked toward the kitchen. I could hear muffled noises and could feel how horny she was. As I turned the corner, her thoughts of me were very vibrant. Her hand was clearly up her house cat's, rubbing her clit at a frantic pace. The other caressing her left breast, she had a washcloth hanging from her mouth, clearly meant to muffle the sounds. Push her thoughts of my cock; she obviously switched from rubbing herself to finger-fucking herself. As I walked in behind her.
She moaned as I lifted her housecoat, revealing her fat ass. I was able to see her hand working in and out at a feverish pace. I lightly pulled her hair until she was standing up straight, her back pressed into me. I reached around her, holding two of the largest fun bags I could imagine. And whispered in her ear, take them out for me. "I, I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered back as she took each floppy tit out for me. I grabbed, pinched hard, and pulled her nipples hard. Just as her thoughts were begging me to do. She had just reached for my swollen cock when I heard the front door.
Matt was wondering where I was and heard his mom moaning. He was getting pissed. I had just pushed for him to calm a little and not be pissed at me as he turned the corner. "God damn it, Mom, put your tits away! What the fuck?" I let go of her nipples as she apologized and put them away. "Dude, where are you going to fuck my mom?" I looked a little sheepishly at him. "Well, yeah, if she was going to let me!" I shrugged and smiled at him! He started laughing. "Yeah, I guess I couldn't blame you; her tits are huge! But seriously, you owe me big for this, and a hand job isn't going to be enough."
Matt, in a drunken stupor one night, begged me to let him suck me off; he is bi. I guess we both are to some extent. I don't really enjoy getting fucked in the ass, definitely not as much as Matt. But I do enjoy fucking him, and he sucks dick pretty well. He always tells me my blowjobs are unenthusiastic. Which is probably true; I usually only give him one because he has my load in him. He has a nice dick; it is about 6 1/2-7", not overly thick, but you definitely know it when he puts it in! But in this case, I figured I really wasn't interested in him.
"I will get you laid today, but if I do, I plan on fucking the life out of her big tits and dimpled ass!" His mother looked horrified; maybe she didn't know Matt liked dick, or maybe because she was caught with her tits out. Reading her mind, she was terrified Matt would tell his father. I lifted her chin and looked her in the eyes. "He won't say anything to your husband, and I do plan on taking your ass soon." She was relieved and horrified at the same time. "Matt, tell her you won't say anything to your dad!" Reading his mind, he was wondering if he could hold this as a way to get something. "Matt, tell her! And tell her you won't hold this for leverage of any kind either!" He looked deflated but told her anyway. I slapped her ass as we headed out. Then pushed her to finish masturbating.
In Matt's jeep, he reached for my cock, "I wouldn't mind having a little of this monster in exchange for Mom." I let him feel it, "Dude, you need some pussy! You swing both ways, remember!" He backed out before responding. "Pussy is great, but you have a gift for a dick, and it would be hard for anyone who likes cock to turn that down!" I pushed that he really needed to suck on some titties and eat some sweet pussy! That did the trick; he started checking out every girl we saw on the way to the mall. "Fine, but seriously, how are you going to ensure I get laid? In the past, you have been 50-50 on chicks you thought would fuck."
