Warning: the following story is much rougher than the last two installments, and may offend those sensitive to the subject of nonconsensual sex. Cheers.
Story till now: Riley Fox and his mother Roxanne Fox, a former pornstar, have moved into a new home in a sleepy southern town called Wet Valley. Riley witnesses his neighbor, the rugged and handsome Dante engaging in sex with an Indian woman, and experience a supernatural psychic event. Dante later reveals to him that they both possess rare psychic abilities that enhance sexual ability and allow complete mind control. Dante offers to mentor Riley, and the young man eagerly accepts.
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Riley Fox: an attractive, bisexual eighteen year old. A little Goth, a little Emo, and a total pervert. He is very experienced sexually and resents moving away from New York.
Roxanne Fox: Riley's ex-pornstar mother, Rox the Fox. Forty years old, but said to look like she is still in her twenties. Nice curves, pixie-face, short dirty blonde hair.
Dante???: the Foxes' new neighbor, a ruggedly handsome man.
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The Sex-Life of a Teenage Psychic: Chapter 3
For the second morning in a row I woke up feeling amazing, the kind of amazing that only came after a night of long, hard sex. I had been by myself though, and the layers of dried semen caking my athletic body were my own. Watching Dante fuck the shit out of that little punk girl had been amazing, just as amazing as when he made hard-love to that statuesque Indian the night before. I swear, if I could go every night watching Dante dominating his harem of beautiful girls I would be willing to go without actual sex myself . . . almost. But I didn't need to go without sex, in fact, I was probably going to get fucked today, if what Dante had insinuated about sharing his bed with me was true. He had spoken to me . . . in my mind. We were psychics, and I was cool with that.
Unfortunately, I also once again woke up to find my mother in my room, obtrusively gazing at my naked, cum covered body.
"Mom! Seriously! What the fuck are you doing in my room every morning?" I reached around for something to cover myself, but once again I had no blankets or pieces of clothing anywhere to cover myself with. All I could do was struggle vainly to escape her blue eyes, my erect cock slapping against my abs.
My mother's pixie face seemed unimpressed by my lame attempts to cover my massive dick, but she wasn't doing anything to cover herself either. The only thing she was wearing was a pink bathrobe that left most of her big perky tits exposed and it only went down to a few inches below her ass. Because she was standing over me I was getting a big view of her cunt.
"You really like masturbating, don't you?" she asked, looking at me like I was the lamest son in the world.
"Yeah, well, I saw you fucking yourself pretty hard with that vibrator of yours yesterday."
SMACK!
My mother's small pedicure-groomed foot landed flat on my cock. She hadn't really kicked me, not hard, but I had definitely felt it, and a small gasp escaped my lips. Her foot was not nearly as large as my dick was, and it looked cute with her painted nails, but her position over me was incredibly dominant. She was like a barbarian queen reminding her one of her slaves just how pathetic he was.
"So . . . what were you and Dante talking about yesterday?" she asked. Her foot slowly began to slide up and down my cock. Holy Shit! Was she jerking my off with her foot.
"Nu . . . nothing!"
"Do you know who that big-tittied Indian slut from the other night was?"
"No! Why would I?"
Mom obviously didn't believe me, even though that part was true. "I went outside this morning and found a pile of clothes on the sidewalk. A hat. A little tube-top. A skirt . . . and a thong. Know anything about that?"
Shit. Had Dante really left all those clothes just lying out on the sidewalk for anyone to see? That seemed dangerous. I knew about the clothes of course, they had belonged to that young skater girl Dante hypnotized and then fucked. I had watched him fuck her. It had been so . . . fucking . . . hot.
"Um . . . I have no idea."
My mother's eyes narrowed skeptically. Her foot pressed down harder on the stiff flesh of my cock for a moment, making me cringe, but then she stepped off. Without saying another word she turned around and left the room, her round ass swaying with a pornstar's swagger. I hadn't seen my mother walk that way in years, why was she doing it now?
Suddenly I felt a tingling in my body, like little sparks of electricity all over, but it was strongest in the length of my penis and heavy testicles.
[Riley? Can you hear me?]
". . . Dante? Is that you?"
[Do you know anyone else who can speak directly into your mind? What's going on over there? I can feel your sexual frustration. What's got you so hot and bothered?]
"Nothing. It's just . . . my mother was just in here and . . ." I didn't say anything more, but I did imagine her in that little loose pink bathrobe, her tits fully out, and her shaved pussy hovering over my face. My cock was sticking straight up.
I could feel Dante laughing. [Yeah, your mother is quite the milf. Hey, I have got something to help you with that big bad boner of yours.]
"Yeah?"
[Fuck yeah. Lay back and relax. Close your eyes and regulate your breathing. Focus on your feelings of arousal, on the thickness of your cock, and the heat of your chest. Relax. Relax . . .]
I did as Dante instructed, lying back on my sex-stained mattress, focusing my mind on the tingling in my cock. Suddenly there was a flash, and the world around my dissolved into a wash of white light. When it refocused, I wasn't in my empty room anymore. I was standing in a large bathroom that I had never been in. The floor was dark and the wall tiles were blue. There was a massive, expensive looking shower on one wall, and a large hot tub against the other, with a wall of windows overlooking a pool. It was in Dante's pool. I was in Dante's bathroom. No! I was in Dante's mind!
I looked down to see his ripped, bulging tanned muscles, just as if I were looking through his sexy brown eyes. I was looking down at a massive dick that was even bigger than my own, and I was aroused to see a familiar freckled face doing her absolute best to swallow it.
The punk girl from last night, the freckled redhead with the petite body, was on her knees sucking down half of Dante's thick muscle, although she wasn't doing a very good job of it. Her mouth and neck were very slim, nowhere near what was needed to handle a man like Dante, but it was a huge turn on to watch her trying so desperately nonetheless.
This must have been going on for a while, because I could feel Dante's apricot sixed balls stirring with a load of angry cum. I watched his powerful hands reach down as he took a sold grip of the girl's head, holding it like a basketball, and then he began to face-fuck her. His large cock pistoned her mouth with so much power that I thought her jaw might break, and her large green eyes welled with tears as he brutally raped her throat.
Just as she was starting to really gag I felt him cum, sending a solid flood of semen right down her throat. The second spurt was just as large as the first, and I could feel her gagging on it. She coughed and two shots of semen popped from her nostrils.
Finally his raging orgasm subsided, and her cheeks were puffed out with the massive amount of cum he had dropped. He told her to open her mouth, and she did, sticking out her tongue and revealing the cup full of white cream filling her mouth. He told her to swallow, and she obeyed. It took her two large gulps to get it down, and when she next stuck out her tongue her mouth was empty.
The world dissolved again, and when it reshaped I was back in my own body, in my own room. My cock was spurting like a squirt-gun, sending a few strands of semen into that air and across my face.
". . . shit. Again?"