Mind's Eye to Touch Skye
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Brian is a uni student living with his parents who finds himself more and more consumed with lust for his Mum. And when he gains mind control powers, he suddenly gets a chance to act out his fantasies. How far will he go?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son BBW
Let me start by saying straight off bat – it was not my fault. Well, okay, it obviously was my fault. But you have to understand my feelings, the temptation that I was faced with. Would a lot of you have done the same?
But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Brian Stockdale. Up until not long ago, I was just a uni student in the suburbs of Sydney. The economy being what it was, I was still living with my parents. My mother, Skye, was keeping house while my father, Doug, was the sole breadwinner.
It was a happy household when I was young but, by this time, I could tell there was some tension between my parents. I’m not sure whether it was work stress or they were just getting on each other’s nerves but my father was growing a bit more distant each day. When I was younger, we had a few run-ins with him and overall I definitely felt like my sympathies lay with my mother.
My mother had so many happy memories that I associated with her. Her constant kindness and solicitousness every time I was unwell. Her cooking up a storm for special occasions. Her hugs and the myriad little ways she showed she cared.
Thus, I never not had a smile on my face when I looked at her.
Well, that was one reason. The other ... listen, the thing is, I was just never very good with girls. I work out and I like to think I keep myself in shape but, at university, I didn’t meet with much success in terms of dating. I’ve been in uni for two years but I was still a virgin. Has that played a part in what happened? I’m not sure but I don’t think so.
I’m should stop beating around the bush and come right out with it, I suppose. The point was that since the beginning of the year, I started catching myself looking at my mother, Skye, with keener eye than that of a dutiful loving son.
The thing was that she was ... she was a bit older and she has let herself go a little bit. She was on the larger side of things. But she did have a lot of things going for her. She had magnificent straight auburn hair, hazel eyes, ready smile and her most important asset, her bust. They were natural 38FF size and lately I could not keep my eye off them.
I knew that this was very wrong but I just couldn’t help it. Sometimes I imagined myself unclasping her bra, letting them fall out and then sucking and licking her nipples while she moaned and encouraged me to keep going.
If that’s all there was to it, these fantasies would have remained as they were – mere flights of the imagination into the forbidden territory. But I was given the opportunity to act on them, for better or for worse.
“You ever heard about these new ESP audio files?” My friend Chris asked as were relaxing on the Quad, a large lawn in the middle of the University of New South Wales, our alma mater.
“What’s that all about?” I asked, feeling behind the times.
“So,” Chris said, “there are these files floating about that people claim will let you start using your mind to control people and see things, you know. They were supposedly leaked from CIA’s MK Ultra testing.”
I chuckled. “Sounds screwy.” I watched white clouds moving lazily about. It was another fine day.
“Oh yea of little faith!” Chris proclaimed. “Well, what if I told you that I have one such file in my possession right now? Game to listen to it?”
“What?” I said, “Hmmm...”
“C’mon, bro, what’s the worst that could happen?” Chris laughed. “Unless, of course, you do believe that this is all for real...”
I threw up my hands.
“Fine, fine, I can’t have you thinking that. Let’s do it!” I told him.
Grinning, Chris took out a pair of headphones and passed one of the buds to me.
“You sure this is wise?” I joked. “If this works, half of our mind will get activated and go to war with the other half.”
We both laughed. Mine sounded somewhat forced. In truth, I was experiencing a strange feeling of unease. This was rubbish, surely, why was I feeling like that?
Chris took out his phone, found the file in it and hit play.
I listened as bent tones rose and fell. This sounded like some avant-garde music track – or not even music. There was also a strange beeping sound in the background that was setting my teeth on edge.
Then the voice started. It was hard to call it a voice at first. It floated out of the primordial ocean of sound, seemingly another tonal change. But then it resolved itself into some form of chanting. It made me want to focus on it, to understand what it was saying. I don’t know why but it seemed important.
I had the weirdest feeling of my brain suddenly telling me that I had to move my hearing a certain way to hear this properly. Sorry, I know this doesn’t make sense. Imagine you are trying to see something out of the corner of your eye and then you turn your head to see it properly. Like that, but with hearing. It’s almost like I was able to use some muscle that did not exist previously.
I moved my hearing.
“Veni et vide oculum mentis, Id invenire possumus si conamur,” the voice chanted. Now that I heard it, it seemed to fill my mind. It still sounded ... inhuman, not right. And yet, I wasn’t repulsed. It seemed like hearing it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Veni et vide oculum mentis...”. I joined in the chanting. That also seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Somewhere I could hear yelling but it seemed distant and unimportant.
“ ... OCULUM MENTIS!” the voice rose up on the wave of music. Yes, I could clearly hear the music now. How could I have thought it was just random tones? It was beautiful.
I frowned as the outside yelling drew closer. Suddenly, the sound was cut off. I blinked as I found myself staring up at the sky.
“Man, are you okay?” Chris yelled, wild-eyed. He was holding the headphones in his hand, clearly having just yanked the bud out my ear.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I said shakily. The echoes of the music reverberated in my mind. “What just happened?”
“We were listening and it was just random noise,” Chris explained, “and suddenly you started this weird ... just weird noises were coming from your mouth. I looked at you and you just looked like you weren’t all there. I tried to get you to shake it off and then you jumped up, still making this noise. Looked like you were going to bolt. I grabbed you and then you toppled over. So I quickly grabbed the headphone. What gives? Are you playing with me? You scared me half to death here.”
“I’m, I’m okay,” I repeated, “sorry, man ... I don’t know, I just had a weird thing happen.”
“Bloody hell!” Chris said. He sagged with relief. “Luckily I know CPR, I thought you might start swallowing your tongue. Any effect? Can you mind control some of those girls over to us, you think?”
I playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Cut it out, man ... you know I can only use my newfound powers for good. It’s part of the karmic contract!”
“Ahahaha” said Chris, “Look, man, I might have to go but you tell me if you feel funny. Sorry about this.”
“Thanks, bro,” I said, “hey, no problem, I’m sorry for scaring you like this.”
I puzzled over what happened on the way back to Hornsby in the leafy northern suburbs of Sydney, where we lived. I seemed to be totally okay. I tried to recall the chant and shrugged. “Probably didn’t sleep enough or something,” I thought. Or perhaps I was developing a taste for avant-garde music.
“Hi, honey,” Mum said brightly as I walked through the door. She was bustling around, preparing dinner. I kissed her on the cheek.
“Would you like some help, Mum?” I asked.
“Thanks, honey,” she said. “If you could start laying out the plates, that would be lovely.”
“Aye-aye, captain,” I said, eliciting a chuckle from her.
As I put the plates on the table, I took the opportunity to glance at my mother when her back was turned. I once again hated myself for it, but I couldn’t help it. The dress she was wearing really accentuated her rear, especially when she stretched to reach for something on the higher shelf. Or at least that’s how it seemed like to me. Like the rest of my mother, it was a pretty substantial rear but no less sexy for that.
She turned and almost caught me staring. I smiled at her again and she smiled back. All she saw was her child helping her with dinner. It was a perfect domestic scene, if not for the erection, which I hastily positioned myself in front of the chair to hide.
The doorbell rang.
Immediately, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. My mother’s smile slipped as I opened the door for Doug, my father. He was clearly not in a good mood. He usually wasn’t when he came home from work.
Mum fussed around him. There was something sad about that, watching her trying to recreate the air of tranquil domesticity that they must have once had, only for my Dad to remain taciturn and withdrawn.
We ate together, making somewhat desultory conversation. I did manage to say something to make Dad laugh, lightening the mood and earning a “thank you” smile from Mum.
After dinner, Dad busied himself in his study while I went up to my room.
Sometime later, as I passed by the bathroom, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I idly glanced in that direction and momentarily froze.
I should explain here that the bathroom wall had a rather large mirror, which I could see from my angle. Which, of course, meant that I could see the interior of the bathroom. My Mum was inside, shaving her armpits. She was wearing only her underwear. I ogled her cotton-clad curves. Her breasts had a smattering of freckles at the top, which somehow made her look even more sexy. As I said before, she was on the large side and her stomach was far from flat but even that did not seem like a blemish. She was all natural and beautiful and sexy. And she was my mum. My face burned.
I hastily moved a bit more towards the wall so that she hopefully couldn’t see me if she happened to glance to that side of the mirror.
“What if she suddenly decides to come out?” I thought. I was hoping that she will at least be putting more clothes on first, giving me a chance to make my escape.
Suddenly, my breath caught as she reached behind her, clearly intending to unclasp her bra. Then she looked at the door and frowned. Clearly she didn’t realise it was ajar before. She moved as if to close it and then it happened.
My crushing disappointment suddenly seemed to project outward. At least that’s how I experienced it. It was as if I was next to her and I asked her not to close the door. Skye’s arms dropped by her side and for a moment, she stared blankly.
Then she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, putting in on the floor next to her. I felt myself breathing heavily as I beheld her in all her glory. Her tits were everything that I was hoping for and then some. Sure, they were a bit saggy but they still rose on her chest, freckled and topped with large areolae, with her nipples pointing at the mirror proudly.
I moistened my lips as she started what I realised was checking her breasts for lumps. I glanced around in case Dad suddenly walked up the stairs but all was quiet. Still, I was clearly in an extremely compromising position.
But also one that, I realised, I was not keen to abandon. As Mum glided her fingers over her breasts, she started humming a tune. Clearly she was feeling relaxed. In fact, very relaxed, I realised, when she abandoned the somewhat perfunctory check and posed in front of the mirror, cupping her breasts. She twirled around, laughing to herself. Facing the mirror again, she put her fingers over her nipples. A blush spread over the top of her chest as she started rubbing one of the nipples while her other hand slipped inside her panties.
By now, my pants were forming a huge tent. Skye moaned softly. This was a completely untenable situation. What would happen if my dad did suddenly come up the stairs? I was torn between lust, common sense and plain not knowing how to proceed. I was about to retreat down the stairs as quietly as I could, but could I leave her like that here?
She wanted to close the door but didn’t, I thought. Is it possible that...?
I tried to send out a mental message to my mum, who was now biting her lip as she gently moved her hand inside her panties, a wet patch clearly visible in the front. Close the door, I thought at her. Nothing happened for a moment, other than me possibly hearing a movement downstairs, sending my adrenalin spiking. Then, as before, my desire for her to close the door seemed to project outward.
Skye froze. She looked at the door and her hand, which a moment ago was pinching a nipple, flew to her mouth. She hastily stepped to the door, slamming it shut.