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Disclaimer:
All characters are above 18 years old. The story is mostly, but not strictly under the incest/taboo genre.
Big thanks & credit to Kenji Sato for the editing.
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A month has passed since our trip to Aunt Jenny's. Eventually, my abilities slowly wore off everyone. It was very awkward as they were totally aware of what happened. Nobody spoke of it and my family soon left not long after.
My sister, Janice, went back to college for the new semester, I definitely miss her. I occasionally spend time gaming with cousin Ellie, she often asks me when I'm going to visit. Definitely miss spending time with her, too.
One would think having this ability is a fantasy come true... well it is, but it's not without its pitfalls. It has grown a lot more potent now. Any time I'm slightly turned on and start to get an erection, the effect will start to manifest. We all know how a hot-blooded teen is always horny. Trust me; believe it or not, I do not want to be fucking every single girl I see.
It's like once you can get something easily, it's no longer special anymore. Like how when guys ogle at an attractive girl walking past, that doesn't mean necessarily mean we want to fuck her. Yet this is something I can't do safely. This gift has somewhat turned into a curse.
I've spent the last month figuring out the parameters of this ability together with mom. I also accidentally found out the effect will keep heightening. Only when the affected succeeds in sleeping with me will the urge go away. I once left mom high and dry as I left to watch a movie with friends. When I returned home, she literally pounced on me and nearly ripped my clothes. After we were done, she said her urge was so uncontrollable that she now knows how a drug addict feels. She was literally going delirious for me. Who knows what would have happened if I had left her longer. It is some heavy responsibility.
Just a couple of days ago, I was taking the train in. There was a woman who was eyeing me, she was probably in her 40s and not that attractive, but very well endowed. She stood close to me and as the train got packed, she was pushing up against me. Although I wasn't physically attracted to her, her breast was pressing right against my arm and her cleavage was spilling out in front of my face. The fact that we were in the train made her breasts jiggle.
Despite my best efforts to resist, I reluctantly got turned-on. My ability kicked in and she got more horny and daring; she started rubbing herself against my legs and was breathing down my neck, squeezing her breast against me. I now know how girls feel when they are harassed. I could smell her garlicky breath, as she slowly slipped her hands down to brush against my crotch.
As much as I didn't want to fuck her, I can't live with the possibility of someone innocent going mad from lusting over me. The next station came and she grabbed my wrist and dragged me out to the station toilet. It was disgustingly dirty and smelly. I was seated on the toilet as she rode me lustfully. Her sweaty body was grinding on me, using me. I had my eyes closed the entire time trying to imagine someone else. After the deed was done, I realized I must be careful with my ability as it can backfire.
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"Jason! Are you ready? We're going to be late!"
"Yes, mom."
"First time you're going to church in a while, excited?"
"Nervous."
"Because of your... I have confidence in you baby. Besides, it's just the church; you're not going to be surrounded by scantily-dressed girls." Mom held my hand and squeezed it.
Mom looked gorgeous in her dress and all made up. She stood in front of me and slowly knelt down in front of me. She unzipped my pants and fished out my cock.
"Now, I'm already made up. Don't make a mess."
"Yes, mom."
Mom stared up at me as she gently started to stroke my cock and brought my limp cock between her red lips. Her tongue snaked out and twirled itself around it, as my cock slowly came to life. I reached down to stroke her face, but she slapped it away. She gave me a glare as my erect cock started to stretch her mouth.
"Mmpphh," she moaned.
Mom helps me cum daily. We figured if I've cum already, I'd be less likely to be turned-on unnecessarily. I definitely can't complain.
"God...mom!" I watched as mom slurped and twisted her head around my cock as she hungrily sucked on my cock. She had one hand holding back her hair as her head bobbed up and down. Only my mom can manage to look so elegant and polite giving a blowjob.
I returned the favor by flexing my cock, sending waves of orgasm down her body. Mom's eyes closed as she shuddered. Mom brought both hands and started pumping my shaft quicker, as her tongue flicked and twirled around my glans.
"Come on, Jason, cum for mommy," Mom whispered seductively.
"Mom!"
*sst*
I sucked air in between my teeth as I started to cum.
My hips bucked as mom carefully gripped her lips around my cock, taking every drop of my cum in her mouth. My eyes widened as I watched my cock throb in my mother's mouth. She did a quick slurp, swallowing my load and quickly licked up the excess from my cock. I never get tired of the sight of my cock in my sweet mother's mouth.
"That's my good boy. Now clean up. We have got to leave."
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We reached the church not long after. Being there brought back memories. I used to go every Sunday growing up. I pretty much grew up with the youths there and all the adults all knew me.
"Is that you, Jason!? Wow, it's been ages!"
"Madeline! Wow, look at you!"
Madeline, the pastor's daughter, greeted me at the entrance. She's quite a few years older than I am. She should be around her mid-20s by now. I was surprised to see her pregnant. Despite being the pastor's daughter, she was pretty wild growing up. I always considered her the prettiest at church after my sister, Janice.
"You look larger since I've seen you. Remind me how many months are you in?" my mom asked.
"I'm about five months in already, Ms Olivia. You look good, Jason, all big and tall now."
"Yeah, look at us," I laughed awkwardly.
"Oh my, is that you, Jason?" Madeline's mom, Nora, greeted. She used to teach us at Sunday school. She's the typical pastor's wife, really prim and proper. She's quite a bit older than my mom, but she looked great for her age. She was still wearing her oversized glasses. You could tell beneath the wrinkles that Nora had been a gorgeous girl when she was younger. She still was attractive, as she had aged gracefully, still keeping her slim and slender figure. She reminded me of the hot Aunt May from the Spiderman movie.
"Olivia, well done. You managed to convince your son to return," Nora said, holding my mom's hands.
"Took me awhile, Nora."
The church service went as usual, just like how I remembered it. It was a pretty traditional church and nothing much had changed. The service ended a couple hours later and my mom mingled around. I decided to walk around upstairs where the Sunday school used to be held. It brought back memories, the kids running downstairs past me to their parents. I walked around looking at the old photos hanging on the wall.
"Jason, I hope I'll see you next week!" Ms Nora said, as she came out of the hall where she conducts the Sunday school.
"Haha, I'll try Ms Nora."
"You sweet boy, you were always my favorite student back then. Remember?"
"I think so... was quite a while back."
Nora flashed a bright smile that somehow made my heart skip a beat. I remembered having a crush on her back then.
"Hey come on in the office. There are more pictures in there."
"Er... sure, Ms Nora," I said nervously.
Nora gave a big smile as she twirled and walked down to the office. She had this very jovial aura to her, very elegant. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress and her skirt flowed with every step. I could recognize the hint of her perfume; still the same as she always wore, it is light and sweet.
"That's you!" she pointed at a picture hanging on the wall.
