Chapter 19

Amara busied herself making 3 fresh cups of tea while I sat opposite my mom. She seemed a little confused why I asked Laura to leave, not believing in my excuse of Pip asking for her help. There was a slightly awkward few minutes of silence until Amara took her spot next to me after handing out the three steaming mugs.

I felt nervous. I hoped I was making the right choice and tried to ignore the fears that distracted me. I needed to focus. Taking a steadying breath, I composed myself and organised my thoughts. I connected my mind to mum’s monitoring her reaction beyond what she outwardly showed.

“So, it all started on Christmas Eve...”

I didn’t leave anything out. If I was going to come clean to her about Amara’s true nature and my abilities, I might as well tell her everything. She remained silent throughout, even as I told her about my relationship with Lauren and the twins, and later on, Laura and Pip. Amara spoke up to fill in the gaps in my narrative and add her take on things. I left the explanation of her origins to her, and she told my mother the same brief history she had given me right at the beginning.

As I reached the point in my narrative where I used my new powers to draw out her repressed desires and sexuality, my nerves reached their peak. This was a pivotal moment that could make or break our relationship. She didn’t react much other than to shift slightly in her chair, so I just carried on. Some parts like our date I just brushed over since she was there.

“ ... then I used my power to make Pip think she actually asked for Laura’s help so we could speak with you alone, and now here we are.” I finished

My mother remained calm but had still yet to say anything, her face a blank mask. My own inner turmoil made it difficult to focus on her mind. After what felt like hours, but in reality, was only about a minute; I felt a sense of peace from her, followed by an unexpected draw of power. It was only a small amount, but I hadn’t consciously done anything. I followed the flow of energy and watched as it altered my mother’s mind.

It flowed through her, showing her the actual memories of Amara’s arrival and her integration into our lives. It showed her all the things hidden from her, like the actual speed of the twin’s growth. It didn’t erase the fabricated information; it just showed her the truth as well. So, she still had fake memories of Amara’s foreign exchange student backstory; she just recognised it as fake and knew the truth of her origins and how her arrival changed our lives.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me the truth,” she said, speaking for the first time.

“You seem to be handling it well,” I said, still a little wary about her reaction.

“It’s a lot to process, but I feel okay. Once I got past the point of magic and genies being real and focused on the rest of the story, I understood your actions.” Her voice suddenly took on a slight, sharp edge, and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she continued. “But, just to be absolutely clear, you didn’t ‘bamboozle’ your sisters into having sex with you?”

Taken slightly aback by my mother’s pointed question, it was Amare who jumped to my defence.

“Thor was the one ‘bamboozled’ by his sisters. Even though I was still contained within my vessel, I could sense the twins’ desire for Thor. With the little influence I had, I reduced their nerves and fears. The actual attraction and desire were all their own. I just allowed them the confidence to act upon them.” She explained.

“I think that even without any influence from myself, it wouldn’t be long before the twins gained the confidence to act themselves. Maybe the same set of events would have taken place regardless as the opportunity presented itself. Thor has made it clear that he doesn’t want to use his powers recklessly to fill his life with mindless slaves or thralls. I believe it’s all due to the amazing young man you’ve raised him to be.”

My mom smiled at Amara’s words and there was a noticeable slight release of tension from her shoulders.

“And Lauren?” she asked.

“That was all her. I had nothing to do with it,” Amara said.

Her features softened, and her voice went back to normal.

“She always was too bold for her own good. The twins adore you. They always have. I just never realised it had become sexual. You’re all growing up so fast”

“I was even more surprised than you,” I said, trying to ease my tension more than anything.

“Are you ‘okay’ with me using my powers on you? You don’t feel manipulated or betrayed?” I asked, still surprised at how calm she was.

“I’m angry at myself for keeping everything bottled up inside. I was only 22 when your father died. Barely even an adult myself. Then, two days later, I found out about the twins. It was all too much. I tried ignoring the loss by focusing on the twins. I pushed my grief down, not letting it take over. I didn’t realise how much more of myself got dragged down with it.”

My mother wiped her eyes. Amara moved to sit beside her, hugging her in comfort.

“When you released everything, it all came rushing back. It wasn’t just my feelings, emotions, and sexuality. Memories of your father I never even realised I lost. Wonderful memories. You and Laura were the reason I felt joy, passion, and love again. Then you added the acceptance of being with the twins and each other. I found such pleasure and fun with the twins, Amara, and Laura, that I don’t want you to change that. I couldn’t go back now.”

Mom stood, walked over, and climbed into my lap, straddling me. She rested her arms over my shoulders and lightly scratched the back of my neck.

“Son, as unexpected as this is, I can’t thank you enough. I was living half a life without even knowing it. Thank you, Thor. Truly.” She leaned in and kissed me lovingly.

Her soft lips moved against mine, her body pressed against me, her breasts full and soft. I moaned into our kiss as mom shifted her hips in my lap.

Amara laughed softly.

“It looks like someone is ready to show you just how much love she has to give now.” She said, running her hands across my shoulders, and she left.

I had a feeling she was going to find her a girl of her own with whom to share her love. Mom briefly broke our kiss as she watched Amara leave.

“She seems so well adjusted. It’s hard to believe she’s a millennia old genie!”

“I still have trouble believing it myself sometimes.”

Mom pressed her lips to mine again, this time with more passionate intent. While returning the kiss with equal fervour, I stood up, supporting my mother’s weight with two equal handfuls of her peachy ass. Her long, athletically toned legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her through to the living room. I sat on the sofa, mom’s legs moving back to either side of my thighs.

“Oh Thor,” she moaned, breaking the kiss to pull my shirt over my head.

She purred as she ran her hands over my chiselled pecs and washboard abs.

“My baby boys become a man. A big, strong, sexy man,” she said as she kissed down my chest.

“What can I say? You and Amara do good work.” I said, trying to keep my voice level.

If I’m honest, my new muscular physique was mostly Amara’s doing through the magic of the bonding process. However, without mom carrying me for nine months and raising me for the past 16 years, there would be no one for Amara to bond with. Besides, it was the genetics that I gained from my mother and father that became enhanced.

Slipping to kneel on the floor, mom unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans down. She moved slowly as she stroked the sizable bulge in my boxers. She pulled my boxers off and pushed my legs apart so she could move closer. I was starting to see the validity of the twins’ earlier comment about getting dressed. There wasn’t much point when sex was so frequent an occurrence.

“Such a beautiful cock,” she cooed softly as she stroked my cock, staring at my throbbing shaft with something almost like reverence.

She leaned in and kissed the tip of my cock while stroking my shaft. She made out with the head, loving it with her lips. I groaned and swore as she parted her lips, taking the head into her mouth. She twirled, twisted, and stroked her tongue over and around the sensitive glans with extraordinary skill.

Inch by glorious inch, she worked her way down my cock with a passion that spoke not only of her devotion to me, but to her love of sucking cock. She truly enjoyed giving a guy oral. Not just the physical action, but giving it to someone she had an emotional and loving attachment to just made it so much more intense.

Her lips spread around the base of my shaft as she took everything I had. My balls touched her chin, her throat tight around my cock, and her blue eyes stared up into mine. She held me in her throat while we stared into each other’s eyes. The unspoken communication held in that stare spoke of our love better than any words could.

Her eyes lowered, and she started to bob her head up and down my cock from balls to tip with each stroke. It was amazing. I gripped the couch armrest as I fought the need to cum. I wanted to savour every second of this. Without stopping, mom shrugged off her silk robe, leaving her gloriously naked.

With as much of my cock lodged in her throat as possible, she intentionally gagged and choked on my cock. Pulling back, thick ropes of spit covered my cock. Shuffling closer, she wrapped her tits around my slick cock and worked her breasts around my cock.

“Oh, fuck Mom!” I swore, and my cock jerked, wrapped in the soft, warm embrace of her tits.

With their incredible softness and extra hang, my mother’s tits were perfect for this.

“Do you like that, baby? Do mommy’s big soft boobs feel good around your long, thick, throbbing dick?”

Her accent was thicker than usual, and I loved how it sounded. She had learned to speak with no hint of her accent, usually only slipping back into it when she was angry or upset. Hearing her speaking with it now helped to showcase the depth of her arousal.

“So good,” I groaned.

“Come for me, baby. Give mommy all your thick, delicious cum. Let mommy’s big milkers empty your balls”.

Her sexy talk with her accent, combined with the feel of her tits around my cock was too much. My hips thrust and my balls clenched, sending cum rushing up my cock. Mom caught the head of my cock between her lips. She sucked and swallowed in time with my pulsing cock as she eagerly drank down every drop of my huge load.

I caught my breath while mom gently licked my cock clean before straddling my legs to sit in my lap again. My still hard cock was pressing up against her pussy, her wet lips hugging my shaft, the heat of her arousal travelling up my cock. Her breasts were still wet with her saliva, and were sliding against my chest. She slowly rocked her hips as we kissed. The head of my cock brushed against her clit, making her moan and gasp into our kiss.

When we ended our kiss, she held my head in my hands, resting her forehead against mine.

“I love you, Thor,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mom,” I replied.

Simple words, but the weight and meaning behind them were so much more than could be spoken. Lifting her hips, she ran my cock through her lips, and dropped, taking my full 8 inches inside her in one go. We both gasped at the feeling of being connected again in such a way. I was so happy to be with my mother in this way. Not just because she was a sexy and wildly erotic woman, but because it let us fully express our love in a way our previously normal relationship never could.

Mom rocked and rotated her hips as she rode me. The way she moved was fantastic, showing off her athleticism and flexibility. Despite having four natural births, her sweet pussy was still wonderfully tight. The control she had over her internal muscles was amazing. She gripped and stroked my cock in time with the movements of her hips, making every movement more intense.

I squeezed her soft ass and stroked her silky tights. The flex of her leg muscles and firmness of her ass are a testament to her efforts in the gym. Her lightly defined abs showed as her stomach flexed and twisted. I caught a nipple between my lips, suckling greedily, occasionally switching between the two. Her earlier use of the word “milkers” echoed through my mind, and I groaned at the idea of being able to drink from her tits.

We moved together, building to an epic shared climax. The rush of energy I received as my cock erupted inside her was huge. The sexual energy from the physical act alone was nothing special. But, combined with the emotional intensity, it was immense. I was hardly aware of anything other than my mother’s body against mine, as I was lost in the energy rushing into me.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. We just rested and enjoyed the simple skin-on-skin contact. My cock was still hard, lodged in mom’s pussy, keeping my hot load inside her. She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, my arms around her.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” I started.

“I was wondering where that sound of grinding gears was coming from,” mom joked.

“Haha, hilarious. Seriously though, I think we should tell Laura and the twins the truth, too.”

Her head shifted as she looked up at me, then rested her head on my shoulder again.

“While different to ours, I share a connection with the twins beyond just sex or family, too. I’ve been hesitant to use my powers on them as I was with you so that it would solve that issue. Laura isn’t related by blood like you or the twins, but I care greatly for her. Although early days, I can already see the powerful bond between you. I don’t want you to need to keep anything from her.”

“I don’t think you will have any problems with the twins. They will probably think it’s cool and just go with it. I’m happy you feel you can trust Laura with this as well. I really do care for her. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this about anyone. It’s a little scary, but I’m eternally thankful that you opened me up to the chance to fall in love again.” She said.

“And thank you for showing me some of that love,” I quipped, giving her ass a playful slap, eliciting a small “eep!” in surprise.

“Horny boy,” she playfully scolded.

Despite her light-hearted admonition, she used her kegel muscles to ripple her pussy around my cock making me groan.

“What about Pip and Emily?” She asked, continuing to flex her vagina around my shaft.

“I really like them both. Pip is funny, intelligent, wild in bed, and has a fantastic ass. Emily is even more sex-obsessed than Pip, and kinky as hell. Her masochism seems to know no bounds. I really like them both. But right now, it’s a relationship based more on lust rather than love. I’m not saying it won’t develop into more; I hope it does, and maybe one day I’ll have a similar conversation with them. But for now, you, Lauren, the twins, and now Laura are my family.”

“So do you plan and telling Lauren too?”

“I think so, but I’m not sure when. It might be better to wait until she’s back for the summer, or maybe until she’s graduated. I love the extra aspect of the relationships I now share with you and the twins. It’s made me feel so much closer to you. I love Lauren too, but we never had the chance to develop that same connection, our relationship mostly just sexual.”

Mom smiled lovingly and leaned in to kiss me again.

“I think you should just go with your instincts. You still have 3 months before she’s due to visit to work things out. I agree that waiting might be a good idea. You don’t want to build this new aspect of your relationship with her so far away for most of the year.”

Even this small insight made me glad I had told mom and could ask her for such candid advice.

“That’s very sweet of you, to include Laura, and very mature to recognise the difference between love and lust. Most horny teenage boys think any girl who smiles at him will be his future wife,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“But don’t discredit your relationships with Pip and Emily. While Emily hadn’t actually met you yet, I could see her need for something more than she was getting anywhere else. Pip too. I felt her desire and love for you beyond just some forced devotion.”

“Yeah, if I’m honest, I was one of those horny boys. I truly do care for Pip and Emily, even though I hardly know them. But since meeting Amara and falling in love with her, I realised I did not know what love even was. I didn’t even know if it’s possible to love one person so much.”

“I would normally say you’re too young to know what love is. But I see how you two are around each other. It’s the same way I was with your father. It took us a little longer than a week, though.” She had a distant look in her eyes before seeking to shake herself out of it and continue.

“I understand how you feel. But don’t worry. There is more than just one kind of love, and you’ve already shown you have room in your heart for more than just Amara.”

It had been a few days longer than a week, but not by much, since this all started. It was crazy to think just how much had happened in such a short time. I doubted very much it was going to get any less hectic. If anything, with four more wishes still to make and a harem to grow, it was only going to become even crazier. It made me glad once more that I had made this choice to tell my mother the truth.

Having someone other than Amara to lean on was a massive weight off my shoulders. I’m sure I would come to value her input in future choices. Amara was wholly devoted to me and had my best interest at heart, but she was still so out of her own time, that her pre-existing worldviews didn’t always work with today’s world.

“So, when are you going to tell the others?”

“I guess there’s no time like the present.”

I cast my mind out, checking in on everyone upstairs.

“But maybe I should start with the twins. Laura is a little occupied,” I said with a smile.

“Occupied how?” My mom asked, recognising my smile as something more than simple humour.

“Well, it would seem that Amara has employed Pip and her vast collection of sex toys to continue to educate Laura on the pleasures of anal sex.”

My mom smiled and slowly climbed off my cock, which protested its removal from her warm embrace, slapping wetly onto my stomach.

“Well, what kind of mistress would I be if I don’t oversee my naughty sub’s training?” She said, gathering up her hastily discarded robe.

She paused, and her eyes dropped to my cock, which was covered in a layer of our combined cum.

“Why don’t you have the twins clean that up and let the cat out of the bag? When I’ve finished appropriately reprimanding Laura for continuing her training without my consent, I’ll bring her to you.”

I knew she wasn’t mad at Laura. She was proud. It was part of the relationship they had. Their dom/sub relationship was something akin to a teacher and student. While a large amount of that was my mother helping Laura discover her own sexuality, teachers were also often required to discipline their students or dole out punishments.

Judging by how I had seen Laura react over the past couple of days, she would see it as more of a reward. Given how her last relationship ended, it had initially surprised me she had adopted a submissive role in her relationship with my mother, and that she enjoyed some pain with her pleasure. With my powers, however, I had the insight to see beyond the expression or form of their relationship and see the raw emotions beneath.

It was built on love, trust, and yes, no small amount of lust. But it was the trust and love that Laura felt towards my mother that allowed her to feel safe enough to willingly embrace the submissive role she found so exciting. Something she had never had the confidence or security to do before. There were also moments between them where they saw each other as equals, sharing in the more romantic aspect of their relationship.

The causal way mom told me to ask my little sisters to clean my cock of our shared incestuous juices tickled me. How many sons heard their mother suggest such a thing? Gathering up my clothes, I followed my mother upstairs. I threw my clothes into my room on the way past and pulled my mother in for one more kiss before she slipped into Lauren’s room.

“Mistress!” I heard Laura squeal before the door clicked shut.

I continued down the hall and into the twins’ room. My cock bobbed before me like a pussy seeking divining rod. Straight ahead for sweet young cunts, tight little assholes, and warm sucking mouths.

The twin’s room was classic teen girl in style. Pastel pink walls adorned with posters of the latest cute Boyband or actor, stuffed animals on the beds, and a few clothes scattered across the floor. Layout-wise, it was almost completely symmetrical. Pushed against the left and right-hand walls were their single beds, each with a small nightstand. Despite having single beds, they usually slept together, even pre-Amara. It was a twin thing, apparently.

On either side of the door was a drawer/wardrobe combo containing their clothes. I knew if I opened them up, they would be almost identical in content. The twins rarely wore different outfits, and my mom always brought two of everything. At the centre of the room, two desks were back to back with two laptops, desk lamps, and half-finished homework. The only difference was the small recessed alcoves in the side walls at the end of their beds.

The one on the right, Elsa’s side, had a built-in vanity unity complete with lights around the mirror the twins shared. They rarely wore make-up beyond nail polish and lip gloss, so the unit top held mostly hairbrushes and accessories. Opposite, on Elsie’s side, the wall nook had built-in shelves. The top two were used by Elsie, the bottom two by Elsa, and the middle held the new Bluetooth speaker I brought them for Christmas.

The twins were only too happy to work together to clean my cock and went the extra mile to earn two mouthfuls each of a fresh load. This only made them horny, and I struggled against my own desires to indulge in a brother/sister threesome. I needed to get this done before any fucking, or it might never happen.

“Girls, come and sit down. We need to talk.” I sat sitting on Elsie’s bed, tapping the mattress on either side of me.

“But talking is boring,” Elsa moaned, sitting on my right.

“Sex is way more fun!” Elsie said, pressing her lush, youthful body against me.

Their firm C-cup tits pressing against me through their thin cami tops did nothing to help my concentration. With the new larger breasts, the light material left their waist and belly button bare.

“We can fuck after, but I need to tell you something first.”

“Fine,” they replied in chorus, but made no move to stop pressing against me.

“So, you remember what happened on Christmas morning? “I started.

“When I sucked your cock,” Elsa said, her hand sliding into my lap.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t invite me,” Elsie replied to her sister.

“I didn’t plan it. It just sorta happened”.

“That’s not the point,” I said, interrupting their argument and reluctantly pushing Elsa’s hand away.

“But yes, when you gave me a blowjob. Well, something else happened when I was buying Lauren’s present.”

Like my mom, I told them everything, doing my best to fill in for Amara, who was still busy with Pip, Laura, and mom. I could feel a constant flow of sexual energy from the room down the hall. Unlike Mom, the twins constantly interrupted.

“Your girlfriend’s a genie?”

“You have sex with Lauren?!”

“What’s a harem?” followed by “You get to have sex slaves”?

I tried to correct them on the sex slaves part as I didn’t like the connotations attached to the word slave. I didn’t want a harem made up of every cute girl I met, all of whom acted as mindless thralls to serve as my sexual playthings. I wanted a connection on a deeper personal level with all of them. I’m not saying I would fall deeply in love with all of them, but there should be more than just raw sex appeal. With the constant energy flow down the hall, I barely noticed the drop in power that revealed the truth to my sisters while leaving the fiction in place, just as it had with mom.

“That is SO cool!” Elsa said excitedly when I finished.

“You’re like a young, hot Professor X,” Elsie said.

“but with hair,” added Elsa.

“It doesn’t scare you?” I asked.

Mom had said the twins would probably react this way, but I still had my doubts.

“Why would we be scared? This is totally awesome.” Elsie said.

“Can we have our own sex slave? Sorry, Harem girl?” Elsa asked.

“OMG, yes!” Elsie squealed.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” I replied and suddenly had two petite blondes hanging off me and showering me with kisses.

If they wanted their own girl, maybe they shared my mother’s dominant streak, as well as her physique. I guess it made sense since they were so alike in almost every other aspect, from their physical appearance to their high sex drive.

The twins’ excited kisses and hugs quickly turned into a flurry of eager hands as they stripped themselves and then me in record time. The two young blondes switched from bubbly, bright-faced teens into twin 14-year-old nymphos, hungry for their big brother’s cock. They used their combined weight to push me back onto the small single bed, their petite bodies warm and silky smooth as they writhed against me.

Elsa swung her legs over my waist, squatting above my throbbing shaft, her sweet young cunt already wet with arousal. I held her slender waist as Elsie reached between us to hold my cock steady for her sister.

“Hey girls, you want to see something awesome?” I asked.

Elsa nodded. Elsie softly moaned her assent while slowly stroking my shaft and licking my balls. The head of my cock was just an inch away from Elsa’s hot and tight young cunt. Reaching out with my mind, I linked their bodies’ pleasure centres so they would share in each other’s passions. I slid my hands up Elsa’s petite teen body and gave her firm little nipples a light pinch.

Elsa moaned softly while Elsie let out a little squeak of surprise, her head jerking up. I smiled and pinched Elsa’s nipple again, this time pulling slightly. Elsa moaned again while Elsie’s eyes went wide.

“I felt that! I felt him pinch your nipples like he was pinching mine!” She gasped.

Scrambling to her knees, Elsie joined her sister in straddling me. The only difference was that Elsie sat astride my waist and facing her sister. Elsie teased her twin’s nipples, both girls making little sounds of pleasure.

“You’ve got to try this. Suck my tits,” Elsie said, releasing her sister’s breasts and thrusting out her own perky boobs.

Elsa wrapped her arms around her twin, pulling her closer while ducking her head. Her eyes slid shut while her lips parted. Elsie wrapped her sister’s blonde hair up in her hands and held her against her breasts. Elsa’s eyes shot open, her sound of shock muffled by her sister’s chest. With some encouragement from Elsie’s hands, Elsa started sucking on Elsie’s nipples with renewed enthusiasm. Her free hand squeezed and pinched her sister’s other breast.

As identical twins, they shared the same DNA, and their bodies were identical in almost every way, the single exception being the colour of their eyes. Their (almost) identical physiology meant they shared all their sexual proclivities and erogenous zones—they knew exactly how to please each other because they felt the same. I had just provided the connection to, literally, feel that shared intimacy in a real physical way.

Elsa let her sister go, and the two locked lips in a hot and passionate kiss. Both girls moaned as their tits brushed against each other. They kissed for 2 minutes, exploring the feeling of kissing and rubbing against their sister and themselves at the same time. Elsa’s pussy, still hovering just above my cock, was dripping her clear juices onto my dick with increasing volume. Already my shaft and balls were wet with the evidence of her arousal.

“I want to feel him in you,” Elsie gasped as they finally came up for air.

My cock throbbed in agreement, eager to be inside my sister again. I don’t think I would ever tire of fucking the twins. Lauren and mom as well, come to think of it. Elsie re-gripped my cock and ran the head through Elsa’s pussy lips, making all three of us groan in anticipation and pleasure.

“Oh my God!” Elsie cried as Elsa took half my dick in her pussy, her slow descent aided by her sister pushing down on Elsa’s hips.

“I can feel him stretching me out!” Elsie said, her hand moving to her own pussy as if to make sure I hadn’t slipped in of her instead of her sister.

Elsa’s pussy clung tightly to my thick shaft as she rose back up till just the head remained inside. Her face was an erotic visage of pure lust as she dropped, taking six inches of my cock deep inside her. The tight silken walls of her pussy hugged my cock, caressing and stroking me as my sister took me deeper. The heat was incredible, accompanying the pleasure surging up through my cock.