Chapter 11

I was roused from sleep while it was still dark outside. I don’t remember when Amara and I had come apart, but I felt more energised than ever. Sexual energy may be a poor substitute for a hearty meal when hungry, but it seemed to reduce my need for sleep considerably. I was wondering what had woken me when I heard a rattling sound, followed by a few distinct thumps and some unintelligible speech.

Usually, I don’t think I would have heard it, but I had discovered recently that it wasn’t only my muscles that got stronger after bonding with Amara. Sight, sound, smell and even touch all seemed heightened. I gently slid from Amara’s warm embrace and pulled on a pair of shorts before following the sound. I headed downstairs and noticed the outdoor porch light illuminating a shadowy figure through the frosted glass panels of the front door. The door rattled again as the shadow passed across the glass.

I turned on the hallway light, and the shadow stopped. I advanced toward the door, unlocked it, and quickly pulled the door open. Before I quite realised what had happened, I found myself supporting my mother in my arms. I pulled her upright and had to steady her as she swayed on the spot. I noticed that though her keys were in her hand, the key that she was trying to open the door with was the key to her car.

Mom’s hair was slightly mussed. She only had one shoe on, and her eyes were glazed ... she was absolutely wreaked. She was fucked, blasted, trolled, wankerd, legless. Call it whatever you want. She was drunk with a capital D.

“Thor baby, I’m home,” she slurred, dramatically throwing her arms wide before bringing her finger to her lips.

“Shhhhh,” she hissed.

“We need to be quiet,” she loudly whispered before over-dramatising a tip-toe style walk toward the kitchen, swaying and using the wall as support as she went.

After shaking my head at the state of her, I followed her into the kitchen.

“I’m hungry,” she complained, head deep in the fridge while hanging on the door.

I took her by the arm and sat her in a chair, closing the fridge with a kick of my foot.

“Drink this,” I encouraged, while handing her a glass of water.

She would have one hell of a hangover in the morning, but staying hydrated should at least soften the blow a bit.

“No, no, let’s have some WINE. Have a drink with Mommy,” she said as she tried to stand and failed, falling back into her chair.

I moved the water back in front of her.

“You’ve had more than enough wine. Now drink!” I stressed that last bit as a command.

I still hadn’t fully decided if I would use my powers to influence my mother, but this one was for her own good. As she drank her water, I knelt and removed her shoe. I wondered where she left the other.

“Come on, Mom, let’s go,” I said, pulling her up after making sure she had emptied the glass.

I tried to lead her back to the stairs. It wasn’t happening, so I placed my arms around her waist and hoisted her onto my shoulder fireman style.

“I’m upside down,” my mother muttered drunkenly.

I carried her up the stairs and into her room, where I deposited her on the queen-sized bed.

“You need to sleep it off. Good night,” I told her. I defiantly would not envy her in the morning.

“Thor darling, wait!” she pleaded as she stood upright, swaying on the spot.

“Unzip me?”

I placed one hand on her hip to steady her and pulled on the zipper that ran down the side of her dress. As the dress parted to reveal the smooth alabaster skin beneath, I felt a desire to slide my hand into her dress and run it across her skin.

She pushed her dress down past her hips and held it there. She looked at me; a slight grin appeared on her face as she let it drop to the floor. She bent and pushed her ass back, pressing it against my groin. In seconds, my cock assumed its almost constant state of full hardness as I enjoyed her pushing back into me. However, before I could act, the attempted removal of her dress from around her ankles was foiled by the alcohol affecting her balance. She stumbled and almost fell before I caught her.

Sitting her on the edge of the bed, I became very aware of how hot her skin felt against my hands. I wanted her. My heart was pounding in my chest, thinking I was about to fuck my mother. She looked up at me. Now out of her dress, she wore nothing but a pair of thin lacy black panties and a strapless bra that comprised just two cups that somehow held themselves to her breasts while providing support. How the bra worked was a mystery. My guess is witchcraft.

Mom smiled as she peeled off the magic bra. Baring her breasts to me, she took my hands and held them to her breasts. I marvelled at their softness and weight. Very different from the youthful firmness of Amara’s or Lauren’s, and nothing like the perky tits the twins had. Using two fingertips, I pulled lightly on her right nipple. She sighed as our eyes were locked on each other.

Her head moved forward towards mine. This little act caused me to realise what I was about to do. I wanted her, but not like this. Not with her drunk. For just a moment, I had let myself take advantage of my mother’s drunken state, which seemed to have overridden any guilt or reservations she held about her attraction towards me. I felt guilty for letting it get this far.

I forced myself to be the responsible one in this situation lest we do something she regretted in the morning. I didn’t want to harm her emotionally or physically. She had feelings for me and I didn’t want her to stop them. With my powers, I could see that she loved me in more than a maternal way and with more emotions than the pure lust she was displaying at the moment. In her drunken state, with her inhibitions lowered and the sexy side of her personality let out, she was trying to justify her feelings for me as just lust after being alone for so long. While slightly different from the complete shutdown of all her emotions when sober, it was to the same end. She still couldn’t allow herself to accept how she felt.

I wanted my mother to have free will and let her emotions out, so our relationship was more than just a forced relationship of lust and sex. Now don’t get me wrong, sex is amazing, but there is a clear line between love and lust. I loved Amara; I lusted after the cute girl across the street or the flirty store clerk. I wanted to love my mother and her, me. I wanted it to be more than just sex.

I pulled my hands away and pushed her down onto the bed. I pulled the sheet and blanket over her. She tried to pull me down with her and I resisted. I pushed her hands to her sides and, for the second time that night, used my powers on her for her own good.

“Go to sleep,” I commanded softly. Her eyes looked into mine.

There was a glint of disappointment as she nodded. I gave her a soft kiss on the forehead as her eyes slid shut.

For a moment, I watched her sleep. I needed to decide how I was going to handle things with her. I loved her, and I knew she loved me in more than in a maternal sense. She was a natural beauty with a fantastic body and an equally wonderful personality. If she were anyone else, I would have had her already, as she was my definition of a sexy, sensual, mature woman.

I still wanted her as part of my harem, but I had to figure out how her feelings and emotions affected things. I didn’t want her to be just some mindless sex slave. I didn’t want that for any girl I might decide to add to my harem.

After returning to my room, I wrapped my arms around Amara. She snuggled back into me. As I drifted off to sleep, my mind kept turning, trying and find a solution while I slept. The second time I woke up in the new year was much more pleasant and less morally confusing than the first. Amara was no longer by my side but was instead by my legs, and she wasn’t alone.

She and Laura had taken it upon themselves to take care of my morning wood. Laura had her lips sealed around my cock, moving up and down, while Amara had her hand on the back of her head in guiding her motions. As Laura pleased me, Amara softly whispered into her ear, educating her on how to give oral.

I just laid back, enjoying the sensation of her hot, wet mouth on my rigid dick. After all, who was I to disturb Amara’s teachings? Her effectiveness as a teacher became clear as Laura pulled back till she was softly kissing the tip of my cock and then, in one long smooth movement, took my entire length into her mouth, not stopping till her nose touched my stomach. The first few inches of my cock were firmly lodged in her throat.

Amara held her down on my cock as she tried to explain to Laura how to breathe around my cock. Her struggle to breathe created some fantastic contractions and movements around my cock. Unable to get the hang of it, Amara let her up, pulling her off my cock to let her catch her breath before pushing her back down for another try. Laura was an enthusiastic student who soon mastered breathing around my cock while it was in her throat.

Amara’s teaching had the expected effect on me. With my cock down Laura’s throat and my balls being sucked by Amara, I shot my load. Laura pulled back as I warned her. I wanted her to taste my jizz rather than have it fire directly into her stomach. Instead, I filled her mouth. Twice. She pulled off my cock, holding my cum in her mouth, swishing it around with her tongue, savouring the taste. Seconds later, Amara pulled her mouth to hers so that she could share my load.

Satisfied it was all gone, they worked together to clean my cock, each licking up a side of my cock, hoping for errant strands of cum. When none were left, they each crawled up, and I held their warm naked bodies to mine. I had a feeling it was going to be a good year. After half an hour of soft caresses, I decided it was time I checked in on my mother. I was sure she was feeling sorry for herself. Amara and Laura headed off to shower together. I promised I would be as quick as possible so I could join them.

As I watched them leave hand in hand, I wondered again about how quickly Laura accepted Amara as another sexual partner. It was the same with Lauren and the twins. They all just accepted that Amara and I were an item, and they would have to share. My guess was it was part of Amara’s magic. The real test would come when the twins or Pip joined Laura, Amara and I. We would cross that bridge when we got to it.

I pulled on a clean shirt and some trousers and headed for my mother’s room while a still naked Amara and Laura slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. Upon entering my mother’s room, I found the bed empty, but the door to her en-suite bathroom was open. I found her kneeling beside the toilet, hugging the bowl, still as naked as she was last night.

She moaned and made a half-hearted attempt to cover herself as she noticed me in the doorway.

I pulled her silk bathrobe from the back of the door and handed it to her while I averted my eyes. She pulled it around herself while I got her a glass of water and aspirin from the mirror cabinet above her sink. With some of her modesty now recovered, she took the pill I handed her and chased it with the water.

“Let’s get you back into bed,” I said as I helped her up and led her back into her room.

Once she was back on her bed, I straightened and then pulled the covers back over her. I refilled the glass of water on her bedside table and told her to try to recover. She smiled as she thanked me for all my help now and last night. As tender as she must have felt, she surprised me by even managing that. Unfortunately, my powers don’t extend to curing hangovers. Not yet anyway.

Before I left, I checked her bubble. Something I hadn’t done yet.

Eira James, 37, not a Virgin.

Height – 5’11” Weight - 65kg 36D - 30 - 38

Health – Good, Hungover STI – Negative

Relationship Status – Widowed Sexual orientation - Bi-sexual

Now that was a shock. I had never even considered my mother to be anything but straight. I had so many questions. Was she ever in a committed lesbian relationship? Did my father know? Did my mother ever bring another girl to their bed? I was tempted to seek those answers as my mother slept, but then decided to wait. Her mind was tender enough as it was at the moment and I don’t want to cause any more hurt than she was already feeling.

After I carefully pulled her door shut behind me, I went to join Amara and Laura in the shower. Even before entering, I noticed the shower was a tight squeeze for three people. It certainly left little space for any sexual escapades. Any imagined sexual activity would have to wait until we could use my mother’s larger shower, or maybe the shower room at school.

The image of doing an entire team of naked soapy cheerleaders flashed across my mind. Now, there’s an idea to make happen, I thought.

I took great enjoyment in soaping up Amara’s and Laura’s tits. I loved it when they covered their tits in shower gel and used their soapy breasts to lather me up. Laura rubbed my chest with her breasts as she ground against me. As she did this, I held her firm ass in my hands, making sure it was well covered in lather, too.

Amara pushed up against my back, her boobs working up a lather to cover my back while she used two hands to jerk my slick cock as she kissed my neck. Laura gasped into our kiss as I slid a finger into the entrance of her ass.

Working the finger in about a half-inch beyond her entrance, I finger fucked her ass in time with Amara’s strokes on my cock. Soon, my finger was going a little deeper. Adding a second finger, the soap allowed for a smooth entry. I caught flashes of her memory showing a painful, depressing attempt at anal from her ex. He was not gentle as he entered her with no preparation.

At first, I thought to set about removing that memory and replacing it with the pleasurable anal experience I was currently giving her, but I changed my mind. Those negative experiences with her ex were part of her and could serve as a contrast between us. I decided instead to deaden the intensity of the pain related to the memory. This allowed the current pleasurable experience to surprise her and build a desire for more.

I wanted to keep the changes to her personality to a minimum. I think with enough time and power, I could completely rewrite someone from top to bottom, but it would always be fake, and I would never want to create a personality from scratch. I didn’t have the intelligence or knowledge of how the mind worked to do that.

As Amara’s ministration on my cock sped up, I moved my two fingers in and out of Laura’s ass faster to match Amara’s quickening pace. Laura had given up on keeping her lips locked on mine and instead held on to me, trying not to let her legs give way. She hung on, her hands wrapped around my neck. I experienced great joy as I saw in her mind that sexual and romantic images were flashing rapidly through her mind, and with each image being coupled with a warm, joyous moment between us.

I moved my leg between hers. She pushed back against my fingers, vigorously rubbing her clit against my thigh as she did so. I reached up and pulled on an exposed nipple, eliciting another small scream from Laura.

Amara’s hands on my cock were having the intended effect. As she moved a hand down to massage my balls softly, I lost it and came. My cum shot up to cover the bottom of Laura’s tits, as well as covering her stomach and pouring down over Amara’s hands.

As my first blast of cum hit Laura, she thrust back upon my fingers, taking them as deep as they would go. Her body quaked as she came with her pussy creaming on my leg and her ass gripping my fingers tight.

Amara licked her hand clean of my cum. We started all over again, having to get clean this time. We failed a lot, with Amara cumming twice, Laura once more, and I gave them both another liberal coating of jizz. Amara and Laura both received a facial, which they licked from each other’s face before sharing the cum back and forth.

Seeing their slick wet bodies move against each other as they tightly embraced and passed my cum between them caused me to cum again, but with my hand. This time I tagged Amara’s perfectly globular ass cheeks. Once again, Laura undertook removing the cum. She ended up adding anal to her oral skillbook. She brought Amara to orgasm with her tongue going as deep in her ass as she could manage, while three of Laura’s fingers played in Amara’s pussy.

Meanwhile, I started to slowly stroke in and out of Laura’s pussy, but not wanting to thrust too hard to interrupt her anal exploration of Amara. As Amara announced her orgasm and Laura pulled back with a smile on her face, I started fucking her harder and faster, chasing my orgasm and quickly filling her with yet another healthy load.

We might have remained in the shower all day if, at this point, the hot water hadn’t run out and we got hit with cold water. We washed as quickly as the cold water cooled our libidos. Once clean and dried, Laura went off to Lauren’s room, where her bags were located, to get changed while Amara and I returned to mine.

I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt while Amara did her magic clothes thing. Today, she wore knee-high school girl style socks and a tight, stretchy, purple woollen dress that came to mid-thigh, clinging to every curve. A few inches of her tanned skin was visible between the top of her socks and the hem of her dress.

“I’m surprised Laura’s pussy wasn’t red raw after how hard I fucked her last night. I was even hornier than normal and just kinda gave into my urges, even more so than usual,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Amara was checking herself in the mirror as she replied. “Lacking in energy as you were, your body attempted to get energy fast. As for her not feeling the effects today, we both played a part.”

“What? You used magic on her like how you clean-up?” I asked, while taking a seat on my desk chair and spinning to face her.

“Not exactly,” she smiled. “When you bonded with me, your cells changed.”

“Yeah, I know stronger, faster, better, and all that. I already know this,” I interrupted.

She sat in my lap sideways, with her arms over my shoulders, while I had my right arm around her waist and the other resting on the small bare piece of thigh.

“Then you should already know the answer,” she lovingly chastised, with a light tone to her voice.

“Remember what I told you about your DNA? Your chromosomes undertook this change as well. So, when your sperm, which contains your genetic code, is absorbed by another body, that person receives some of your benefits too.”

“Right, I remember. So, the more I cum in someone, the more of my improved ability’s they will get?”

“Up to a point, yes. But only for a short time, and not to your same level. The recipients will feel invigorated. They will be healthier and have a more positive outlook. Injuries will heal faster. Their immune system will strengthen too. With enough regular sex with you, these effects could last indefinitely, and some intensify, like recovering from an orgasm, healing and the immune system. Oh, and I almost forgot, as their body will burn more calories, they will have a stronger appetite.”

“You know,” I said, sliding my hand under her dress and up her leg.

“You’ve been looking slightly off recently ... how about you let me make you feel better? The doctor prescribed a large dose of cum to be administered immediately.”

Amara smirked at my poor joke. As if she could ever look anything less than perfect. I slid a finger into her pussy and pulled her in for a kiss. I had just slid in a second finger when Laura interrupted us.

“God, are you ever satisfied?” she asked, half-joking, half curious.

She was wearing a tight white tank top that showed her cleavage nicely, making her tits look bigger while the material clung to her to emphasise her slim waist. She wore a pair of daisy duke jean shorts that tightly hugged her butt and showed off her legs, which were her best feature.

I noticed the bruise on her face had disappeared entirely already. She also looked healthier. Her skin was clearer, and the bags under her eyes were gone. Her hair was fuller and thicker, her posture improved. My cum must really be potent stuff to effect changes so quickly. I imagine being freed from her old life had something to do with it. She looked like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

“It’s hard when surrounded by girls as sexy as you two,” I pleaded my innocence.

I beckoned her closer. Pulling my fingers from Amara’s wet pussy, I held my wet fingers up to her. With a playful glint in her eyes, Laura took my hand in both of hers and sucked my fingers like she would a dick, sensuously and slowly gathering up every drop of Amara’s heavenly nectar before sharing the taste with me via a kiss.

“As tasty as she is, I’m kinda hungry for something a bit more substantial,” she said.

As she said this, I realised my hunger. I wasn’t sure what time I got up after falling asleep the second time, and after the morning blowjob lesson along with the extra-long shower, I hadn’t realised it was already 12:30 in the afternoon.

“Food sounds like a good idea,” I agreed.

We headed downstairs, where I knocked up a few sandwiches. I noticed Laura reaching for a third sandwich, confirming that her appetite was increasing. and as we ate, we got to know Laura a little better.

“Mine’s a pretty short story, I’m afraid,” she started when we asked her to tell us about herself.

“I never knew my dad. Mom got knocked up while intoxicated at a college frat party her sophomore year at the University of Maryland in the States.

She never actually told me this. She said it was just a drunken night out. I found her diary one day by accident, and she had written the whole thing down.”

“It was before DNA tests. So it was just my mom and me. When she found out she was pregnant, she dropped out of school.”

“She worked pretty much all the time, so I raised myself. She died from cancer when I was 18, leaving me a little money so I could afford a deposit on a flat. I met my ex in high school, and we started dating a year before we graduated. He was a nice guy back then, or so I thought. He was the school joker and funny guy who got invited to all the parties. It all went downhill after high school.”

“Being a funny guy didn’t work in the real world. He thought one boss after another were jerks. He was angry at everyone else rather than himself. He didn’t see that he caused his problems. After we graduated, I moved in with him when he promised to get a job and look after me, but that never happened. There was always an excuse.”

“I wanted to go to college to study finance and business, but I couldn’t afford to pay the fees. So I ended up working in a diner, making what I could. We lived together for a few months when his parents stopped paying his half of the rent. He got even worse, drinking and smoking, never helping. I picked up extra shifts to cover the rent and his habits.”

“Time just passed, I guess. Each day aimlessly flowing into another. Then one day, I got on the bus to work and met you. There’s not much more to it.”

If I hadn’t been so engaged with my food while I was listening to her talk, I might have felt her emotions and not have been so surprised when she started to cry. I quickly stood and gently pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her. Amara joined us, one arm around my waist as the other crossed Laura’s back, slowly rubbing her shoulder in a soothing motion. Laura buried her head in my chest. I didn’t mind her tears soaking into my shirt.

I don’t know why but I decided to discover why she was upset the old-fashioned way, by talking. I thought to do otherwise would be not so much wrong, but insensitive or inconsiderate. She was vulnerable and obviously in need of physical human comfort. Sure, I could look into her mind and see exactly what what was wrong and exactly she wanted to hear, but I thought it needed to come from the heart.

I let her cry it out. When she was ready, she would let us in. At some point, we moved to the living room, and the three of us sat on the sofa. Amara and me on either side of Laura as the TV played quietly in the background. We weren’t watching it. It was more just noise to fill the silence.

“My whole life put it into a 2 minute speech. I have nothing ... absolutely NOTHING to show for everything I’ve been through,” Laura said quietly, breaking the silence.

I could hear the brakes in her voice. If she wasn’t already all cried out, I had a feeling she would have started again.

Amara answered her, “But you’re here now. It’s not so much the journey as much as the final destination.” She sounded like a quote from a fortune cookie.

“And here is...?” Laura asked softly.

I replied, “You’re with people who love you, who will protect you and make sure you experience everything you missed and more.” I tilted her face up as I spoke and gave her a slow, loving kiss when I finished.

The kiss was unrushed, passionate, loving, and gentle. The kiss broke. I pulled away while she stayed with her head tilted back, lips open, eyes closed, savouring the kiss.

Before she could recover, Amara laid a light hand on her cheek and pulled her face to hers, repeating the kiss just as I had. As they broke apart, Laura fell back onto the sofa in a daze. Amara and I leaned across her, kissing each other in this same fashion. When we pulled apart, and I took both girls’ hands in mine and pulled them up. Playfully touching each other, we headed up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Once we piled into my room, I kicked the door shut and then pulled Laura close. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her again. This time, my goal was to arouse and stimulate her. I groped Laura’s left breast through her top before pulling it over her head. I rubbed her pussy through her pants with my left hand. When her bra followed her top, I returned my hand to her lovely tits.

She moaned into the kiss and pushed herself into me, deepening the kiss and increasing the pressure on her tits as my hand moved back and forth from one to the other. She rolled her hips, grinding with some force against my hand. Amara slid in behind her, one hand-copying my action on Laura’s free tit while her other hand joined mine down her shorts.

Laura’s head fell back to rest on Amara’s shoulder. She gasped and came as Amara kissed her neck. Moments later, we were all naked. Laura was too high on her recent orgasm to question how it happened.

I picked her up. Her arms fell around my neck as I walked her to the bed with the shaft of my dick nestled vertically between the lips of her pussy. Her juices liberally wet my dick as the head of my dick rubbed her sensitive clit.

I laid her down on the bed and continued to run my dick along the length of her slit while we made out. I kept this up as I moved down to suck on her tits as my shaft drove her closer to an orgasm. She was getting close, and I still had not entered her.

Amara took over, kissing her. She had her head the opposite way to Laura’s, like Spiderman’s upside kiss with Gwen Stacy.

Laura thrust her hips and groaned in disappointment as I pulled her off my dick, leaving her groaning as her pussy lost its stimulation. However, a moment later, my lips aggressively replaced it. For the next ten minutes, I used every technique I knew to make her cum. She came when we got into the room. The second time occurred when I sucked her clit into my mouth.

I flattened out my tongue and ran it up and down her pussy, licking up every drop of cream. She jerked each time I passed her sensitive clit. She came again when I pushed two fingers into her pussy and stimulated her G-spot while I used the tip of my tongue to flick her clit back and forth.

Her scream was muffled as her face was pressed between Amara’s tits. Amara moved farther down and was sucking wantonly on Laura’s nipples. I pulled her pussy lips apart to push my tongue as deep into her as I could, rolling and flicking my tongue inside her. Laura came again, creaming onto my tongue. I kept moving my tongue around inside her while slowly working one of my fingers into her ass.

Laura moaned and encouraged me to continue to finger her ass as I ate her out slowly. Each time I pulled my finger from her ass, it would clench and try to pull it back in.

Amara continued further down Laura’s body and met me at her pussy. She sucked on Laura’s clit while I ate Laura out. Laura’s entire body tensed, arched up and held for three seconds, and then slammed down onto the bed as she fiercely came, squirting this time and covering both me and Amara’s face.

Amara and I cleaned each other’s faces, licking Laura’s sweet squirt from each other’s skin before swapping it back and forth. Laura shook and quivered on the bed beneath us, oversexed and cum drunk. I offered the finger from Laura’s ass to Amara. With a smile, she took it into her mouth, working it like a little dick.

With all the sexual energy I gained from Laura’s orgasm and the sweet taste of her pussy, I was as hard as steel. Amara crawled off of Laura and knelt next to her instead. I took hold of her “fuck handle” hips and dragged her to the end of the bed till her feet touched the ground and her upper body was supported on the bed.