WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including reluctance, oral, incest, breeding and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is another story of Zach's special powers.
Zach Mrs. Reed - direct deposit
Zach helps the young wife fill her womb
From previous stories you might know that a bicycle accident left me in a coma from a brain concussion. When I awoke I discovered I had a mind control ability that worked only with woman. It allows me to touch females and leave them with a sense of euphoria or target specific thought centers to enhance feelings and desires. If we go there I can center my power on specific sexual centers of their bodies for their pleasure. This story is just one of those occasions.
I was visiting my mom during another break at med school. I had run into the supermarket to get batteries and I was on my way out. I saw a woman I knew lived just around the corner from my Mom's house and she was struggling with her bags and projecting tons of frustration. I walked up to her and touched her arm. I was immediately flooded with sadness and frustration and deep desire.
She turned and gasped then smiled, "Hello Zach. I was wondering who touched me. You frightened me just a bit. I almost peed my panties," she said laughing. "How are you and how are your Mom and sister and their babies?"
Mrs. Reed said 'babies' with a bitterness that she didn't know she projected. What she didn't know was those babies were mine. Both my Mom and my sister willingly let me breed them. (Zach Ch. 05: He Breeds Mom & Sister).
"I'm fine Mrs. Reed and so are my Mom and my sister, and my newest sister and niece are doing just great, growing strong on that enriching breastmilk," I said.
I still had a hold of her arm and when I said, 'breastmilk' the emptiness in her bubbled to the surface and she bit her bottom lip. I now had a clue to her needs, desires and emptiness. Emptiness of her womb was very intense.
"You seem very stressed and overwhelmed Mrs. Reed. Can I help you to your car and put your bags in the back? It seems the least I can do with you being so emotional today."
She looked at me wide eyed and just shook her head 'Yes'. I pushed her cart to her car and she popped the back and I put all the bags inside. Her moron of a husband had one of those high-rise trucks that helps him compensate for something he is lacking. I helped her up and 'had to' run my hand across her ass. I heard a very soft moan escape Mrs. Reed. When she sat her skirt slid up her leg and she was showing me a lot of firm thigh. She saw where I was looking and blushed deep red but surprisingly did not pull down the skirt.
In med school I am taking specific classes because I plan to have a 'Woman's Issues' practice. I'm not gonna be a Gynecologist but more a specialization in Internal Medicine for weight and nutrition. I am taking a minor in Psychology to help me assess the often mental issues manifesting on woman's self image. With my abilities to read woman I should be very successful.
"Mrs. Reed I'm studying 'Woman's Issues' at med school and I think there is something going on with you today that's got you all upset. Why don't I follow you home and over coffee you can tell me about it," I said as I put my hand on her bare thigh and let my mind control flood her body.
I gave her a sense of relief and warmed her private parts and left a touch of hunger. I had put my leg on the running board and the outline of my long fat cock was stretched down my shorts on my thigh.
She did not realize it but she put her hand on my hard cock and moved her hand about testing its length and thickness. I used my ability and drew her pussy juices down and it moistened the gusset of her panties. Her breathing got heavy and her large breasts rose and fell under her blouse and her nipples pushed out. I always go commando so in a fog she reached under the hem of my shorts and took my cockhead into her palm. Mrs. Reed rubbed my leaking cockhead then pulled her hand out and my pre-cum had painted her palm. She brought it to her face and smelled my pheromones rich drops then licked my cum onto her tongue.
I put my leg down and closed her truck door and the sound broke the spell. "OK, Mrs., Reed I'll follow you over on my Harley and help you with your bags again. You can put coffee on then I'll help you put your stuff away," I said in a sing-song hypnotic sort of way.
I started my Harley and revved the engine and Mrs. Reed finally started the truck and drove to her house. I pulled into her driveway and went to her truck door and opened it for her. When she turned towards me I got a good look at wet pink panties. When I pulled her by her waist to lift her out her full breasts ran down my chest. She ended in my strong arms and she stood there for a minute pushing her breasts against me. She moaned and pushed her mons across my long cock. She laughed to break her hold and she went and opened the house door.
I carried her bags in several trips onto her kitchen counter. The final trip I closed the back and came inside. The smell of coffee brewing already filled the kitchen. I watched Mrs. Reed put things away as she reached up stretching her breasts and bending over her ass moving under the skirt. She saw me watching her and she blushed deep red again. Finally she was done and poured two cups of coffee and put a small cup of milk on the table.
Knowing it would have the effect I wanted I said laughing, "I have to be careful taking jars of milk out of Mom's fridge. Most of the time it's pumped breastmilk."
She took in a soft breath and her eyes filled with sadness. "Why don't you tell me what's going on in your mind hiding behind such a pretty face Mrs. Reed."
She smiled and touched my hand and said, "You think my face is pretty? Call me Donna, doctor," she said laughing. I didn't put it together until just then that ever since she got married she was Mrs. Donna Reed!
