I often get the impression that people think being able to hear another persons inner most thoughts would be exciting, but honestly most people are boring. If you do happen to hear something titillating, it's probably also really disgusting. But every once in a while something spectacular does happen, though I suppose spectacular and disgusting don't have to be mutually exclusive.
As to the origin of my "gift", I was born with it. I don't really remember much of those early years (obviously). By the time I was able to really understand what was happening, I'd already figured out how to silence the noise, as well as how to tune in a specific persons frequency.
I hated it mostly in those early years because of the bleeding effect. At least that's what I call it. If I tune into someone who was having an emotional reaction to something, it would trigger those emotions in me. And people are always having some kind of an emotional reaction it seems. My Mom always thought I was just really empathetic, which I suppose is sort of true.
I've always thought of the voices as a radio in my head, which is pretty much what it's like. I can't search people's brains and see all their memories, I just sort of hijack their stream of consciousness, their inner monologue. Of course I can trigger them to remember things with a careful comment if there's something I want to know.
That little trick was useful as a child when I wanted to know what my presents were going to be for my birthday, or during the holidays. That's also how I learned to push thoughts. It's not a guaranteed type thing, but if I can get someone thinking about a specific topic, and I concentrated on how I wanted their thoughts to change I could sort of merge my thoughts with their thoughts and push ideas to them. That's how I went from getting dolls to getting video games, and Mom never knew it wasn't her idea. It's also very helpful when it comes to professors grading my assignments.
I guess all this rambling is to get you caught up so you can understand the story I want to share. I know some of you are going to think I'm a freak, or monster. And I am probably a little of both of those things. But remember, I've heard thoughts from nearly every person I've ever come into contact with. So I know everyone is a little bit of a freak and monster.
I was raised by a single mom until the age of nine. I never knew my real dad, he died before I was born. Over the years I've sort of picked through my Mom's memories by asking questions. My dad was married to someone else and Mom was his side piece. He was much older then her and I guess he was a bit of a sugar daddy for her. Not long after he found out Mom was pregnant, he had a heart attack and died. I guess I have some half siblings out there somewhere, but I haven't ever really wanted to find them.
Mom dated a lot, and mostly that was okay. Some of the men had very creepy thoughts about me even when I was very young, so I had to push thoughts into my Mom's head so she would know they were bad men. When she met Gerry, he was nice. He didn't have any of those nasty thoughts about me, and I could tell he made Mom happy. They got married just before I turned ten.
Mom and Gerry were usually pretty happy together when I was growing up. But as I got older, I was able to understand things better. I realized Gerry was too controlling, and sometimes he was manipulative. He liked to remind Mom that he made good money, and had provided a better lifestyle for me and her than we would otherwise have had. And then about the time I was sixteen or seventeen, he started having those creepy thoughts about me.
You have to understand that as a teenage girl nearly every man had disturbing thoughts about me. Some were very fleeting, like "Oh wow, she's got a nice rack". And then the thought was gone and they would talk to me and think about me in a less sexual way. Sometimes though, the thoughts just got more and more disturbing.
With Gerry, the thoughts got too sexual once I reached that age. He would act normal around me, and say normal things. But in his head he was touching me, and probing me. He seemed obsessed with the idea of putting his fingers in my asshole. He also thought a lot about licking my asshole, and wondered what my asshole would taste like.
So yeah, I spent a lot of time ignoring that weird fucker. I would pretty much just check in on him once in a while to make sure he wasn't planning on following through on any of those thoughts. When I left for college that first year, I was relieved to not have to share a home with him anymore.
When the first year of college was over I thought about taking summer courses, but Mom seemed so excited to have me back for the summer that I gave in and moved back for a few weeks. And that's where our story picks up. That first day back when Mom took me grocery shopping so she could restock the kitchen with things I wanted.
One of the most useful yet benign advantages of being able to read someones mind is that it's really easy to find them in a store when you get separated. Which is why I tapped into Mom's head after I had wandered off to grab something. And when I did finally get her tuned in, I nearly dropped what I was carrying.
My body flashed hot and I could feel my cheeks turning red. My clit tingled and I started getting wet. Mom was turned on. What the fuck was she doing? It felt like she was getting railed by someone right in the middle of the dairy aisle.
I suppressed the emotional bleed through as much as possible and walked quickly to were she was, but I stopped at the corner of the aisle and peeked around. She was turned with her back to me, talking to a man. He was tall, and wide shouldered. He was well built, and most likely was a regular at the gym. And he was very handsome, even sexy for an old guy. I could see why Mom was feeling the way she was.
I started scanning the frequencies until I found his. He was focused on what Mom was saying, which was odd. Men almost never listened to women when they first meet. I could feel his interest in Mom as well. The bleed through was never as strong with men, probably due to the nature of how brains work, but I could still feel the desire he had for her.
A handsome man, who listened to Mom, and also found her desirable. Very interesting. Time for the test. I walked casually up behind Mom still tuned into the man she was chatting with. At the point he noticed me I caught a minor blip. He thought, "Oh, she's cute" then his attention refocused on Mom.
Hmm. Cute. That's not really disgusting, or perverted. And he really seemed to be interested in Mom. I walked up to them and finally Mom noticed.
"Oh there you are. Did you find what you were looking for?" I could tell she was a bit flustered, but I was still listening to her male friend so I didn't get a read on her thoughts.
"This is my daughter Kate. Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" She asked the hunk.
"Oh sorry, excuse my manners. I'm Neil." He took Mom's hand as if to shake it, but just sort of held it softly. His brain was sparking at this point, physical contact can do that sometimes.
It was obvious Mom wanted to know this man better. Maybe that's why I did what I did. Or maybe it was because a part of me wanted to fuck with Gerry. Probably both I guess.
