The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - In this third installment, we continue Tom Carter's story of coming to terms with his new-found abilities to influence others, discovering other aspects to these powers, and beginning to understand how he came by them in the first place. He finds that his gifts are the accidental byproduct of failed military experiments to enhance the senses and abilities of soldiers. But even if the failures ruined a lot of lives, the prime movers aren't ready to give up, having come so close to success.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
I slept for a good part of the ride home without really intending to. My father was asking me questions almost non-stop starting as we left campus and at some point my brain shut off, still recovering from exams.
When I woke I realized what I’d done and sputtered an apology, but he just waved his hand to say “No problem.” Probably remembering his own post-exam state from his college days.
We only had another half hour or so to drive, so I tried to make conversation to cover up my embarrassment at falling asleep.
When we pulled into our driveway, my mother shot out the back door. She’d probably been sitting there waiting since she got up.
“You’re here! How were your exams? I swear you’ve grown taller! And thinner! Wasn’t the food in the dining hall good enough?”
“Jane, give him a chance to decompress. We just got here. We’ve still got to unload all his stuff. Here, take this box.”
He knows her too well. That quieted her down for the moment and we were able to get the car unpacked in short order.
Mindy, my sister, was still in high school, and their school year ran longer than -------, my college, which held its final exams in May. But today, a Saturday, she was off somewhere with her girlfriends, I was sure, exchanging dirt about their boyfriends.
Once all the boxes had been stacked in a corner for later unpacking, she set about making lunch. Because once she had food in front of me I would be a sitting duck for the questions she shot at me until I finished eating.
I had answered all these questions before when I first came home for Christmas break, but she went through them again in case I’d changed my mind about something. It was the price to pay for being fed. I could almost understand her obsession about it. First, she was reliving part of her experience at college, and she wanted to compare my experience to hers. Plus I was the first of her kids to head off to university, and that ‘leaving the nest’ syndrome was a pretty powerful force.
When my sister went off to college she would be my mother’s prey of choice. It wasn’t really neurotic of my mother, she was just reliving her younger days vicariously, though it sometimes got a tad obsessive. We had learned how to fend off the worst of it by years of practice.
So I patiently answered her questions until she was satisfied. There’d be more later, but this was enough for her to chew on. My father had already asked a lot of these on the trip home, but he sat and ate and listened while I answered them again. He had a bit of that vicarious curiosity too, but nowhere near as obsessive as my mother.
“So how do you think you did?” she asked me finally.
“Oh, I feel pretty confident that I got a decent grade in everything, though there were some tense moments during the term. I think I said back in December, everything I took, even stuff we’d already touched on in high school, was at a much deeper, more complex level, nuances that they never even alluded to in high school.
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