Tfam - the Magic Touch

As I regarded the naked form of my 'mother', I began to see some of what allowed her to so completely mystify as many men as she had. Sheila was certainly a classically beautiful woman. In any other instance, I might even have been attracted to her. She had perky C-cup breasts that sat proudly on her chest. We both shared the high cheekbones and angular features that many seemed to find attractive. And even though she claimed to actually be well over 100 years old, she seemed to inhabit the body of a woman in her mid thirties at most.

This helped to ease the difficult task that was now set before me. Given the circumstances, it was going to be hard enough with my deceased 'father's' corpse peeking at me out of the discarded and splintered coffin behind the dais to stay well... hard enough... to actually fuck my aunt. Much less to put on a show as my 'mother' had requested. So, I chose to only focus on the two beautiful nude women in front of me. Honestly, it helped to remember that they were actually blood-related sisters.

I knew that my aunt had been forced into this state of perpetual horniness and desperate need of Sheila's cunt. So, I had to force myself to ignore that fact and focused instead on the sheer eroticism of watching Auntie C fervently licking my 'mother's' slit. If I imagined it was Mags instead of Sheila, it was almost pleasant. Thus, I was rather relieved to feel my cock start to get hard as the last pieces of my tux fell to the floor. Admittedly, it was also a welcome relief to be out of that intentionally uncomfortable monkey suit. Yet another thing to be upset with Sheila about...

In an effort to keep my mind clear of all the negative emotions swirling around my head, I instead turned my attention to my aunt's heart-shaped derriere. My mouth watered in anticipation as I positioned myself. I had eaten her out so many times previously that it was almost like fitting myself into a custom made glove. My face just seemed to fit perfectly within the crack of her ass as I guided my tongue into the familiar folds of her juicy cunt. The faint smell of her arousal and the familiar taste of her pussy finished the job of getting me hard.

Upon contact, my tongue allowed us to bond and the response from Cecilia was immediate. My aunt had always been rather sensitive when she was highly aroused. It was like all the blood rushed down to her nethers and just turned everything up to 11 for her. It had even been something of a running joke between her and her daughter that Auntie C was always operating on a hair trigger. As such, when you added in the fact that my touch elicited yet another level of sensation that her body was not used to, it made for an explosive combo. Which is exactly what her body did. I received a face full of womanly cum for my efforts.

Luckily, Auntie C was definitely multi-orgasmic. Otherwise, I don't think she would have ever been able to satisfy Mags. Mags was nothing short of a sexual marathon runner. It would sometimes take both me and Cecilia tag-teaming my sexy cousin for hours on end before she would finally be satiated. It definitely was a good thing that I naturally had really good stamina.

Either way, as soon as I felt my aunt cum, I received the briefest of glimpses into what shape my aunt's state of mind currently was in. It was as though Sheila had trapped this wonderfully loving woman inside of her own mind and had basically set her body on autopilot, the horny edition. I fought the sudden upsurge of emotions that bubbled around such thoughts. I reached out to my aunt mentally and tried to reassure her that I would keep her safe. I was surprised to find that she was able to at least send me a coherent message back.

"I understand what you are trying to do baby. I think that I can help you. I can't control my body right now, but I think that if you distract her by giving her dried up cunt a good seeing to, I might be able to break free of her control. Keep her busy and when you get her just on the edge, I will jump in and push her over the edge! I love you sweetheart. You and Maggie are my everything." All of her desperation and devotion to me and my cousin rushed back into me through our brief moment of sharing. And then, she was once again lost back under the wave of psychic force that kept her in the enforced prison of her out of control body. It was as though a veil had been drawn between us as my 'mother's' blanketing power covered my aunt once more. My aunt went back to fervently eating her sister out once more.

I could feel the pain and weight of my aunt's hope and desperation weighing down on my mind like hot molten lead. She was being used as a pawn by her sister and had no choice but to bet everything on the slim hope that she could help me break us all free of this devilish woman's influence. My heart dropped as I realized that I was so totally out of my depth and worse, that I couldn't see any path out. I had no real trump card here.

I really had no choice but to hope that my aunt would be able to succeed. I had no way of knowing whether or not Sheila had been able to 'hear' that message or even if she cared. At this point I was basically just jumping through the obstacles in front of me and hoping to find a way out for all of us from this nightmarish situation. It was absolutely clear that my 'mother' was holding all of the cards, and she clearly knew as much. It even seemed to make Sheila more excited, to judge by how wet the sounds of my aunt's oral ministrations were becoming, to know that her sister and son were both beneath her power. Or, perhaps my Auntie C was just being extra sloppy out of enforced desperation.

There was no way that I could realistically verify that Cecilia was even capable of pulling herself out of this psychic servitude. I was basically gambling on the shortest odds possible with almost zero information and even less hope of winning. So, it goes without saying, I had a great deal of trouble concentrating on the actual task at hand. Namely, delivering a forceful fucking to my beautiful aunt in order to give my 'mother' enough of a show that she would agree to let me fuck her. I had raised up onto my knees behind my aunt and tried to get my cock ready to plunge into her.

Even now, I am not sure how I was able to maintain enough of a hard-on to accomplish anything. The only real saving grace there was, as I said before, the fact that I had two hot and naked women before me to focus on. I took an educated guess and figured that Sheila was probably into rough treatment of others. It was not a huge intellectual leap of logic. She had clearly built a network of stooges and sycophants, most of which were probably ensnared via her sexual charms and favors. There didn't seem to be any real downsides to this for her. She received loyal thugs and she also had a steady supply of 'life force' from which to feed.

So, I decided to try to channel my frustration into action. I regretted that my aunt had to bear the brunt of such a violent display, but I had little choice in the matter. I lined my mostly hard cock up with Cecilia's dripping cunt and I shoved myself all the way in with one almighty thrust. My aunt grunted into Sheila's pussy as her nose bumped my 'mother's' fingers deeper into her own dripping cunt. Auntie C was currently giving the puckered rose-bud before her a deep tonguing, and Sheila had moved her fingers back to work her neglected pussy.

I could easily tell that Sheila was pleasantly surprised at the sudden forcefulness of my entry. Even more surprisingly, she began to encourage me to use my aunt more violently. "That's right boy! Slam your young cock into this little tramp. Use her pussy for your own satisfaction! There is nothing more natural Ronin." Sheila was almost purring with ecstasy as she watched me begin to establish a punishing rhythm of long vicious strokes into Cecilia. Each thrust shoving my aunt's tongue deep into her ass. "Doesn't it feel good to have your aunt serve as a cock sleeve for you boy? Doesn't this just feel right?"

All I could do was grunt in response. I had to admit, I had always been what my aunt called a tender lover, but there definitely was something appealing in being able to unleash some of my more primitive urges in such a way. I could certainly feel how much pleasure my aunt was experiencing through our connection. I could easily see how someone would feel utterly empowered by such acts. It held a certain allure. After all, what purpose did these powers actually serve if not to enable the people that could responsibly use them to have the benefits of such control?

If that sounds like an odd way for me to speak, then you are more observant than I was. I didn't see it immediately, but I realized pretty quickly afterwards that things were more than a little off. It took me a few more such interactions to realize that Sheila was actually influencing my thoughts. But as soon as I did, I began to truly feel scared. Not only was her influence great enough to pass through fabric and (to my knowledge at the time) space, she was actually able to exert influence on me through my aunt's connection! At this point, Sheila and I were not in direct skin-to-skin contact. Cecilia was acting as a bridge between us. When I realized the implications...

How was I going to fight such an opponent? I didn't even stand a chance at my current level of ability. So, it was with quite mixed feelings that I continued to rail my now rock hard cock into my aunt's sweet pussy. I began to realize that the only real victory to be had was to mitigate the fallout from this train wreck. So, I began to retreat inwards mentally. I wanted to escape from my 'mother' and her subtle influencing. It was fortunate that I did, because as I began to visualize myself barricaded within my own mind, I felt the tendrils of her pervasive influence first become apparent to me and then to subsequently start to lose their grip on my mind. The more clearly I pictured the walls surrounding my own mind, the more free and clear-headed I began to feel.

Meanwhile, my body was on a sort of autopilot the whole time. I had managed to pick Cecilia's left leg up and hook her knee in the crook of my arm, forcing her into a sort of kneeling sideways split. All the while she was frantically trying to keep herself steady in order to maintain access to as much of the pussy she so desperately needed to please as possible. I used my other hand to start a steady staccato of smacks to Auntie C's ass. She had always been into being spanked, especially by Mags! I halfheartedly hoped that the added sensations would give my beloved aunt something to hang onto that reminded her of her reason to keep fighting.

Since I had finally found some kind of meager defense, I dared to rekindle some small shred of hope. I could feel Sheila trying to assail the walls of my mind and I could sense her growing frustration at my resilience. I was feeling pretty good about all of this right up until Sheila declared that the game had gone on long enough. All she said was, "Cum slave!" and Cecilia erupted in an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions. I truly feared for her safety as she flopped face first onto the floor in front of the altar. Auntie C was caught in a loop of intense spasms of pleasure that racked her body like seizures. She began to mewl and moan in the throes of pain or pleasure, it was impossible to tell.

I looked back up to 'Mother' only to find her fully divesting the last of her clothing and gesturing for me to join her up on the altar. It was strange to see her fully nude body reclining on that white tablecloth. Her skin was a pale white that almost made her appear to have a sickly hue when compared against that stark white backdrop. She gestured for me to crawl up to her with one hand, while she sat and idly tweaked a taut pink nipple with her other. As I crawled towards her she swiftly put her hand to the back of my head and guided my mouth to her waiting nipples. I could feel her assault on my mind redouble in strength now that we had skin-to-skin contact. It became clear that she was unable to get through and I began to realize that if I could keep this up, I might be able to survive.

"Ronin," the warning tone in her voice sent a cold chill racing down my spine. "You promised to submit yourself to me freely son. I will not tolerate this resistance much longer boy. Let me in or I will be forced to respond." I knew that she could easily make good on her threat. I unintentionally abandoned sucking on her turgid nipples and turned to glance back towards my girls that Sheila's naked thugs were holding hostage through the doorway in the 'orgy' room. As I did, I also quickly regarded my now seemingly sleeping aunt. Her dreams seemed to be intermittently interrupted with random spasms that radiated from her abused cunt.

"I don't know how to do anything with my powers! I don't know how I did what I just did! Please, don't punish us for my ignorance! I don't know how to stop it! Please!" I pleaded with genuine fear. I was hoping that by skirting along the truth, I might be able to navigate a way out of this mess. I truly did not know what exactly I had done to block her out, other than visualize myself surrounded by walls. I also noticed that where our skin was touching, I could not directly 'sense' anything other than normal touch.

"Ronin, you know the old saying, 'Ignorantia legis neminem excusat!' or for the lesser mortals, 'Ignorance of the law excuses no one!' I am the LAW here boy. I will be the one that determines who deserves punishment. But, in the interest of fairness, I can easily see that you have no idea what you are doing. So, I will give you one lesson and one chance." My heart jumped at her words. Maybe the ruse had worked! I tried to play my excitement off as relief at not being judged worthy of punishment. But my relief was short lived as I realized that now my one legitimate defense was being stripped from me by circumstances I had basically voluntarily agreed to.

Sheila redirected my face to her pussy and began to instruct me, all the while it was clear that I was to 'repay' her with my oral attentions to show my gratitude and willingness. "Whenever you are trying to utilize your powers Ronin, you must have a clear visualization in your mind. So, in this case... Nnnn. Yes that is good son. Lick that spot right there!... Where was I? Oh, yes, so..." She managed to keep her voice level and even as she walked me through the steps I was to take to dismantle my own mental fortress. Which was impressive because I was bringing my A-game to her needy cunt, and I am no slouch when it comes to cunnilingus.

It was obvious that she had only rarely had anyone really work her clit properly, because even at the slightest teasing, she was shuddering in euphoria. I was mildly surprised at this, given her obviously copious number of current 'lovers'. But, I was not about to let go of my one potential leg up on any of her other 'lovers'! I began to dutifully deconstruct my walls at her instruction and I could feel the pervasive influence of her powers seeping back into my mind. I shuddered at first but then I chose to just focus my thoughts on just distracting her with my tongue instead. I had promised to not resist mentally after all. I had made no such promise about passive physical 'rebellion'.

"Mmm, you are so good at eating pussy baby. I may have to change how my minions serve me from now on. You are spoiling Mommy with that wonderful tongue! But, I suppose that is to be expected after all. Men with the 'Touch' are so much better at all of the physical aspects such as direct nerve induction. Simply put baby, anywhere your talented little tongue touches, will be like lighting a fire on a woman's skin if you so choose." I reveled in the praise. I may not have been that great of a son, after all I did run off and ruin all of her plans... But at least I could sort of make up for that by being an amazing cunt-licker!

As I pushed my tongue deep into her velvety folds, I focused on igniting the nerve endings within her love channel to randomly fire off and give her internal spasms of joyous sensation. This caused her to convulse in rapturous orgasm immediately and she clutched at my head, "Oh, baby!!! YES!!! Eat my cunt you fucking piece of shit! Use your magic to make me CUM!!!" I reveled in her exuberance. And then, for the briefest of seconds, I was free. I realized exactly how much control she had just had over me and I felt immediately sick to my stomach.

I realized that we had not yet broken physical contact and I quickly pushed down my instinctual impulse to mentally rush forward or to reconstruct my defenses. I couldn't take the risk of 'exploring' her mind and getting caught or going back on my word again. Instead, I focused solely on building a small quiet spot in my own mind that I would try to use as a 'lock-box' of sorts. I wanted to have a safe space within which to retreat if necessary. Again, I was lucky here because it soon became obvious that Sheila was unable to detect such subterfuge within my mind. Or perhaps, she just didn't care.

I meekly waited as she came back down from her climax and when she re-established her dominance, I accepted it. I had felt the trickle of 'life force' drained from me when she had cum. I realized that she must have been so used to draining the men that she forced to pleasure her that it was practically a reflex at this point. It was clear that the intended dynamic between us was going to involve me as a rechargeable battery for her. Since I could also absorb 'life force', my primary use would be to give her a break from having to go about finding her own stooges to drain. It would even fit with the rich playboy son of a billionaire stereotype.

Who wouldn't want to be able to have a bevy of women at their beck and call 24/7? If I allowed myself to go along with this scheme, I could easily live such an extravagant lifestyle. And it wouldn't really be all that bad if I also got to bang my own 'mother' every day. I mean, pussy is pussy, right? And I could constantly rotate out the girls that I used up each day to sustain us both. The riches my 'mother's' company had at its disposal would ensure that there would never be a shortage of gold-digging women chomping at the bit. It was perfect, right?

Honestly, at this point it was easier to just pleasure the woman that had given birth to me. I mean, after all, she held all of the cards here. I really had almost nothing to gain by defying her anyways, right? So, when she urged me on to mount her steaming cunt, what was there to be gained by feeling defeated by such a simple surrender? She had clearly shown that she could be reasonable, right? Who was I to bat away such an opportunity out of some misguided principle like morality? I mean, who was I to even judge another person's morals? Here I was about to fuck my own 'mother', having just fucked her sister. Someone who I had been clearly fucking for years at this point.

Hell, if I played my cards smartly and pleased her needy pussy well enough, maybe she would even be willing to negotiate further 'lessons'! I mean it could easily be argued that she had quite a bit to gain from such a useful tool as I could be, right? And since I also clearly had the 'Touch' I could have extra usefulness, if she would just be willing to educate me. If I proved that I was happy to use my powers to her advantage, then why wouldn't she want to make me more powerful? That just makes sense, right?

So, as my dear 'mother' urged me to plunge my cock deep into the pussy that birthed me, I took a mental picture of the beautiful woman on her knees before me. She had the fingers of her left hand spreading and teasing her dripping pussy lips, ready for me to enter her. Her right hand was tweaking her aching nipples with vicious abandon and as I brushed a hand on her soft ass cheek, I could feel the ripple of unadulterated pleasure that radiated out from my fingers and into her hips. It was almost like I could 'see' under her skin and watch as the sensations I was causing raced along her nervous system's pathways. And as soon as the head of my cock touched the exposed inner lips of her soft warm cunt, it was as though a mini-fireworks show exploded around our joined hips.