Chapter 17

I gave my name, and he checked the list.

“Ah, of course, Mr James. Please accept my deepest apologies for the disgruntled customer you had the misfortune of meeting. Please follow me to your table.”

As we moved through the busy restaurant, I could see and sense the stares of the men, usually quickly followed by the jealous stares of their significant others. Even with all the costly jewellery and designer dresses adorning various lovely women in the room, my mother was easily the most attractive. No amount of diamond necklaces and Gucci dresses could make up for the blessed genetics my mother had. Although I shared those genes, enhanced as they were, I felt like a slouch in comparison. She effortlessly exudes beauty and graceful sensuality.

We were led to a secluded corner table enclosed by a half wall that blocked nearly all the lingering stares. I pulled out a chair for my mother like a proper gentleman before sitting down myself. It was a well-appointed table, dressed with fancy origami folded napkins and fine silk tablecloth. A trio of candles cast a warm pool of soft light over our table. With menus placed in our hands, the Maître D bowed, and we were left to choose our orders.

“Thor, this is beautiful, and I’m flattered, but how can you afford this?” my mother asked, while looking at the menu.

I was shocked at the prices. I knew it would be expensive, but the cheapest thing on the menu was a vegetable soup at £32 a serving. Her concerns were well justified and needed an explanation.

I didn’t think trying to explain the truth would work. Luckily, I was saved moments later when bubbly, personable young blonde came over.

“Hi and welcome to Le Belomodor. I’m Cindy, and I’ll be your server tonight. If you need anything at all, ask, and I’ll be happy to help.

She filled two wine glasses with water as she spoke.

“If you have your drinks orders ready, I’ll get those for you. I’ll take your food orders as soon as you’re ready.”

She was smartly attired in black glossy stockings, a short black skirt, and a crisp, fitted white shirt with a skinny black tie suited the posh establishment. My mother raised her eyebrows as she noticed me looking at the waitress’ slim legs. I then took in the short skirt, the tight waistband hinting at her slender waist. My eyes wandered to her chest and the tight white blouse. Her personality wasn’t the only perky thing about her!

The bubble above her cute, smiling face read:

Cindy, age 20, not a virgin.

Height - 5’6”
Weight - 48kg
32C - 28 - 30

Health - Good
STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Dating
Orientation - Straight

As I glanced at my mother, I saw her eyes move from our waitress to my face. She subtly grinned at me.

Cindy pulled a small order pad out and took my mother’s order of some Italian wine I couldn’t pronounce while I just ordered a coke. I could have ordered alcohol too, but I wasn’t a fan of either wine or beer. I also recognised that I was still a little buzzed from the champagne in the limousine. As I was only 16, I had yet to acquire a palate or tolerance for alcohol.

Cindy spun on her heel and walked off with her ponytail bouncing in time with her steps. My eyes followed her ass in the tight little skirt until she disappeared around a corner. I looked back to see my mother eyeing me over the top of her menu, one eyebrow arched.

“What?” I asked innocently before hiding behind my menu.

“You have four sexy ladies at home, plus yours truly, yet you’re still eyeing up every little piece of skirt. Men! It seems that you are out to build a harem,” she laughed with a smile.

If only she knew the truth to that statement.

“Admittedly, she could be fun to be with in bed,” mom said.

“What do you think would be more fun? Playing with and slapping her tight ass, fondling and sucking her perky tits, or discovering how her energetic spirit works out in bed? Would she be a moaner or a screamer?” I asked, genuinely interested.

“Why choose one set of assets over the other? Why not enjoy all three? If I had to choose only one, I would probably enjoy her perky tits. As for your other question, in your hands, probably a screamer” she smiled.

We continue to make small talk about the menu. Despite the borders of a normal mother and son physical relationship being well and truly smashed, I still found it weird trying to make a similar change to our normal interactions.

The delightfully perky Cindy returned and took our orders, collecting the menus before sashaying off again. This time I resisted looking and instead caught my mother watching her swaying butt. I gave her the same look she gave me.

“What?” she asked. We both laughed at the role reversal, the slightly awkward atmosphere lighting.

“Let’s try something,” I said, knowing that I needed to make some headway in our conversation if our date was to be a success.

“And what’s that?” my mother asked. “Do you want me to drop my napkin and sneak under the table?” she said with a naughty sparkle in her eye and a mischievous smile.

I knew she was joking, but I can’t say I didn’t consider receiving a blowjob beneath the table. But my chances of being able to stop at just a blowjob were nearly zero.

“This is our first date, so let’s pretend that I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.” She was thoughtfully silent for a moment, then nodded.

“So Eira,” I started, “where are you from?” I purposely mispronounced her name.

“Well, Hafthor, it’s pronounced ‘Eye-ruh’ not ‘Ee-ruh.”

“Sorry, Eira, and call me Thor. Only my mother calls me Hafthor,” I interrupted her. We both laughed at the irony.

“Sorry, Thor. I was born in Iceland, but when I was 15, I did a bit of travelling before heading home to start college.”

“But you stayed?” I asked.

“Well, I met a charming young man who gave me a reason to stay,” she said, miming a bulging stomach sign with her hands.

I nodded. We continued to chat back and forth as if we didn’t know each other throughout the meal. By the time dessert arrived, it was as if we were actually on a regular date, discovering and learning about each other on a new and refreshing level. I felt a much deeper connection to my mother and had learned a lot about her she had never told me or my sisters before.

There was little about my life she didn’t know about, having been present for all of it, but she had never really talked about her past before. I found it fascinating hearing about the life she had before I was born. We spoke more as equals rather than as parent and child.

Our conversation fell silent as we started on our dessert. I opened up my mind to look at the connection between us. The strong physical attraction was still there, but that was only superficial compared to the deeply emotional and personal connection we built up over the last few hours.

Her eyes had wetted slightly as she talked about dad’s death. I don’t think it would normally have been a first-date conversation, but given our relationship, we had gone much deeper than a couple would on several dates. In talking about my dad, I could see her need to speak about him. I could see with and without my powers that it did her good to talk about him. It allowed her to finish that chapter of life and start a new one.

Starting a new chapter had been created that first time we had sex, but the physical part was just the one half of that process. The release of her emotions had also released some of the grief she had felt. Although locked away, it had still been there, keeping her from ever truly moving on.

I knew she would never forget him and would always love him, but now that she had closure, she felt confident, happy, and excited to start this new chapter in her life. Despite having four kids, Eira was still relatively young by today’s standards. Since being with me, she felt like she had a new lease on life. When she said it, I nodded. I understood even though a good part of that, at least on the physical level, was probably due to the large amounts of my enhanced cum.

The rest, I guess, was on the emotional level and having her sexual desires awoken. That’s a large part of you to lose, and she was like a new woman now she had it back. I had been conflicted about using my powers on my mother at first. Thinking through the past few days and scanning my mother’s thoughts laid my fears to rest. As her emotions settled and she found personal fulfilment again, I was glad I did, confident it was the right choice.

I’ll admit, it was partially a self-serving choice. It allowed me to enjoy a sexually fulfilling relationship with a beautiful and confident woman. However, seeing the changes it caused, I would still do the same, even if sex was off the table. It was wonderful to see my mother so happy and looking forward to the rest of her life. The difference in her now only served to highlight just how withdrawn she had been.

“A penny for your thoughts,” my mother’s voice interrupted my silent musings.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky with you,” I said.

“You charmer you.”

We held hands and kissed across the table. We were interrupted by a small gasp as our server returned.

“Sorry, I can come back.” We pulled apart as a slightly flustered Cindy turned away.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, what did you want?” my mother asked.

The cute waitress, now blushing furiously, took a few steps toward to the table. “I just, um...” she giggled nervously.

“I was just going to ask if you would like another drink or if you are ready for the bill?”

“I think we have time for one more,” I said, turning towards my mother. “Darling?” I asked her, keeping our charade going.

“I’m not against it, but if we’re going to have another, I need to use the ladies. Excuse me.” She replied, before getting up from her seat and heading for the restroom.

More than a few sets of eyes watched her breasts as she approached and followed her ass and legs as she passed. I chuckled to myself. I gave Cindy our drink orders, and she carried away our empty plates, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

A short while later, before my mother had returned from the restroom, Cindy returned with our order. “Here are your drinks. Just let me know if you would like anything else,” Cindy said in a friendly, not entirely non-flirtatious manner as she set the drinks down.

“There is something you could help me with,” I said a grin.

“Of course. What can I do for you?” she asked.

“If you could slip under the table and give me a blow job with those wonderful lips of yours, that would be great.”

She looked at me for about three seconds with a shocked look upon her face that then disappeared when the command took root.

“I’d be pleased to help,” she replied, still with her smile and her chipper attitude.

She took a glance around to make sure no one was looking, then quickly ducked under the table. I adjusted to table cloth slightly to hide her from view entirely, and as I did, I felt her hands working at my zipper.

She quickly drew my cock out, which rapidly hardened, filling her hands. I heard a soft coo as she saw it for the first time. She slowly jerked me a few times before pushing the flat of her tongue against my spongy head. Her tongue moved from side to side, using the tip of her tongue to tease my sensitive glans. There was little doubt in my mind that Cindy was well-practiced in giving oral sex.

The young waitress licked around my helmet a few times before kissing the tip. Then, with agonizing slowness, she took my cock into her mouth, her lips being parted and stretched by my girth.

She maintained the leisurely pace of slowly forcing her head onto my cock, keeping her tongue pressed against the underside of my cock. As she descended my manhood, she held one hand around my cock, and on her third downward stroke, when her lips met her hand, I was nearly in her throat.

She sucked hard as she pulled back, creating a sensation I hadn’t experienced before. The suction was delightful, making it feel like a much tighter experience. It was more like a pussy pulling back than a mouth. She stopped sucking as she reached to tip. Cindy circled it with her tongue a few times. Then she started another slow descent.

Her slow, repetitive movements and suction was a different approach to what I was used to. It was a nice change and her warm wet mouth felt fantastic. She pushed deeper and gagged then slowly pulled back. She caught her breath while she rapidly jerked me off, building me towards the inevitable orgasm. Sensing the growing inevitability, she drew my trousers and boxers slightly further down my legs and sucked my cock back into her mouth. Her now free hand moved to gently tug on my balls in time with the movement of her mouth.

She made an “O” shape with her thumb and pointer finger at the top of my sack, allowing her to pull down while using her other fingers to squeeze and caress my balls softly. My eyes glazed over from the pleasure she was providing me.

Reaching below the table, I gripped her ponytail and tried to push her further, encouraging her to deep throat me. I pushed her down an extra inch until the tip of my cock slipped into the top of her throat before she gagged again. Her throat tightened, and she pushed my cock back out. I relented and removed my hand. I could have forced myself deeper, training her to take a cock fully into her throat, but this was not the time or the place for such training. Instead, I just relaxed and enjoyed her ministrations.

Cindy sped up as her arousal grew. My own took a jump when I felt the familiar rush of energy build that preempted orgasmic release. I gripped the table’s edge tightly as my balls tightened in the perky waitress’s hand. My cock jerked in her mouth as I pumped my jizz into her warm mouth. She tried valiantly to swallow it all, but my magically enhanced load was just too much for her. I felt cum spilling past the seal of her lips around my cock.

Points to her for continuing to swallow all the cum she could. Cindy even used her tongue to clean the overflow of cum dripping down my cock and onto her hand. She had just tucked me back in and emerged from beneath the table when she bumped into my mother.

“My apologies, miss,” Cindy said politely.

My mother just “hmmed” and then leaned forward to use her pointer finger to scoop a missed bit of cum off the corner of Cindy’s mouth. Looking into Cindy’s eyes, mom slowly raised her finger to her lips and licked the finger clean.

“Delicious,” my mother said with a knowing smile.

While Cindy blushed furiously, she walked off quickly, as dignified as she could. As she left us, I read from her mind that she was embarrassed, but also incredibly aroused. I followed her mind as she grabbed the hand of another server (her boyfriend) and dragged him into the staff toilets. Pushing her confused but delighted boyfriend into a stall, the fired-up blond mounted his cock and began riding him, driving them both towards a shared orgasm.

In the meantime, my mother sat down with an amused smile on her face.

“I see you took full advantage of the customer service.”

“I did. She definitely earned the tip I gave her,” I replied with a smirk.

After taking another sip of her wine, my mom’s face turned more serious as she studied my face.

“Thor, these changes to our relationship are unexpected, but wonderful. I feel alive with you. I’m a woman who is in love with a wonderful young man. I love you.”

As she said that, I took a sip of my drink, wetting my throat as I tried to think of a response that would properly explain how I felt. No words found their way to my lips.

“You don’t need to say anything right now, we can talk about this in the coming days. We don’t need to rush things. If you’re not ready to say it yet, I understand.” She said, misinterpreting my silence.

I took her hands.

“I love you too, Mum. I’m just struggling to find the words the describe just how much you mean to me.”

She smiled, and we kissed across the table again.

We finished our drinks and placed money in the folder to pay the bill in cash, which included leaving Cindy a very generous tip. My mother raised an eyebrow as I pulled a large, folded wad of money from my pocket, but she remained silent. The cash was, of course, courtesy of Pip’s father.

We walked arm in arm out of the restaurant, and just before we left, I felt, as well as heard, Cindy’s shock as the sizable tip. It doubled her earnings for the night. I felt her shock shift into arousal as she remembered sucking my cock and the following bathroom romp. I almost turned to invite her back to us, but this was a night for my mother. Besides, the house was getting crowded and would be even more so with the addition of Pip and Amara’s Ann Summer’s friend. We were already tight on sleeping space.

Looking slightly more composed than when we saw her last, Vanessa stood beside the passenger side door, waiting for us. She pulled open the door, and I held mom’s hand as she climbed in before I slid in behind her. On the journey home, the divide between the front cab and the rear remained down. My mother’s dress also remained in place, and she stayed sitting in her chair rather than on my lap.

She curled her legs up on the seat and rested her head on my shoulder. I had one arm around her. My other hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh. I held my mother tighter and kissed the top of her head. In return, she tilted her head and lay a gentle kiss on my jaw, not quite able to reach my lips.

In silence, we sat like this for the entire journey home. We just enjoyed being in each other’s company, allowing our cuddling to communicate our love and comfort in being intimate lovers. It said everything I was unable to say at the restaurant.

As we neared home, I felt my phone vibrate in my shirt pocket. I reluctantly took my hand from my mother’s silky leg and fished it out of my pocket. I smiled as I read the text and sent a quick reply before returning my hand to its previous spot.

“Something funny?” my mom asked, noticing my reaction.

“Not really, just Amara,” I replied.

“Everything okay at home?” she asked with a slightly anxious tone as she sat up a little straighter.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” I reassured her. “I have a little something I need to do when I get home. You might enjoy helping with it. I asked Amara earlier to get things ready.”

Mom had a curious glint In her eye. “Oh, and what’s that?” her interest was now caught.

“Well, I recently promised Laura that her ass would be the next ass I take. With your relationship, I thought tonight would be a perfect time. Considering your feelings toward each other, I suspect you would want to help, or am I wrong?”

In a flash, her interest turned to arousal.

“Oh, you’re not wrong. You already know me so well,” my mother purred.

Nestling her head into my chest as we hugged each other, she quietly continued,

“I cannot believe how quickly Laura and I connected and how our love for each other took hold. I never imagined that I would feel like I do for another woman.”

With thoughts of what was to come wetting my mother’s pussy and firming up my cock, I thought we might end up fucking in the back seat again. But alas, it was not to be because, at that point, the limo slowed and came to a stop. We heard the driver’s door open, and then Vanessa pulled ours open.

I stepped out first and helped my mother out. “I hope my service has been satisfactory, sir,” Vanessa said, remaining professional.

“Very much so,” I replied with an equal amount of professionalism.

She let the façade drop. “You’re my last job for a couple of days. Maybe we could pick up where we left off?”

I was tempted, very tempted.

“Sorry, but we already have plans.”

She was put out but quickly covered it with her professional mask falling back into place.

“If you ever need to use my services again, please call me.”

She handed me a business card with her firm’s logo and number on the front. Written on the back were her name, her cell number, and XOXO.

I thanked her for the card and noted that I would use her firm again. As we talked, I slipped a large tip into her jacket’s breast pocket. I blatantly groped a sizable breast as I did so, making her moan and bite her lip.

I had every intention of calling Vanessa and possibly inducting her into my harem as soon as I had somewhere more spacious to live. Securing a new home was at the top of my list of things to do. Well, fourth, actually. At the top was fulfilling a promise made to Laura that I planned on doing immediately with my mother’s help. The second was putting a recently developed idea to Amara. Third was my second wish. With my growing harem, I hoped it would be even stronger than the first.

I had thought of the second wish soon after the first wish, but I was just waiting to learn from the first one. When I was about to make the first wish, I took my time to fully understand each wish before making the next. I had already learned a lot from my first wish, and it changed how I thought about future wishes. As tempting as it was to make my next wish straight away, patience was key.

But for tonight, my focus turned to Laura. As Vanessa left, my mother and I walked up the driveway. As we were about to enter our home, I paused. Momentarily, I felt a little low. This was the home of my youth, a familiar and happy place. I was conflicted about letting my house go as we up-sized. As my eyes looked over the entrance door, mom squeezed my hand. I looked into her smiling face, filled with love.

I don’t know if it was a mother’s intuition or some other extra insight and ability, but mom moved me by saying,

“Thor, my love, this home is our past, not our future. You need your own home for your family, not the home of your father and mother. We need to find a new home large enough for you and your women, a place to fill with wonderful memories and experiences, and a home in which your family can thrive.”

“I know, but it seems so complicated, particularly in finding a place and getting the money together. I have some ideas, but it may take a longer than I want it to.”

“Honey, it will come together. I have confidence in you. Also, I have an idea or two too. We’ll talk further in the morning, but I believe that some fun and pleasure are awaiting us,” she chirped.

I nodded in agreement. Pleasure awaited us. A quick casting of my mind told me where everyone was. The twins were asleep in their room, sharing the same bed. Them sharing a bed was not an uncommon occurrence even before Amara entered our lives. Asleep in Lauren’s bedroom was Emily, the cute punky girl from Ann Summers that Amara convinced to personally deliver all of her purchases, and herself, after her shift. I had the impression Amara wanted to keep Emily around a little longer, for a reason she had yet to share with me. Pip was sleeping naked beside Emily, and I felt sexual satisfaction from all my women. A girl’s night arranged by Amara was bound to involve more than pedicures and chick flicks.

Laura was awake and waiting in Mom’s room, which she now shared. I could feel the anticipation rolling off her. She was eager and excited, but there was a little of nagging doubt and fear. The influence of her less than enjoyable anal experience in the past. She had enjoyed the involvement of my fingers in her ass over the past few days, but at its size, my cock was a different beast entirely.

Amara herself greeted us as we stepped inside.

“Master,” she greeted me with a lingering kiss and caress of my back.

Her hair was slightly damp and still smelt of the fruity shampoo my sisters use. She wore just a white t-shirt that was short enough to show the lower curve of her ass cheeks when she raised herself onto her toes to give my mother the same kiss.

“Welcome home, mom,” she said, making my mother smile happily.

“She’s waiting eagerly for you upstairs,” she said to us both.

“Maybe you should join us,” I smirked, pulling her close.

I slipped my hand around her and ran my hand under the hem of her t-shirt, placing a hand on each of her perfect ass cheeks. Her nipples tented the light fabric, and even through my shirt, I felt them pressing into my chest as her tits pushed against me.

“Mhmm, tempting,” she said with a warm hand cupping my face, followed by her fingers following the line of my jaw and coming to rest on my shoulder.

“But this is a night for you. All three of you,” she pulled away, and I reluctantly let her go.

Before ascending the stairs, Amara turned and smiled at mom.

“You don’t need another woman being there. I would only interfere with Eira and Laura’s bonding as life-mates. This is a special moment for the three of you. I made sure that no one else will join you.”

We watched as she walked up the stairs. The motion caused the shirt to shuffle its way until it was bunched above her hips, leaving her ass in full view. We even got a glimpse of her pussy as she gave up one last knowing look before entering my room.

“I cannot help but look at her with longing. She is not only as sexy as hell and a superb lover, but she is also very thoughtful and gracious. She has a regal quality. You are fortunate to have her, Thor.”

“Shall we?” I asked, not needing to wait for an answer as I led her upstairs and into her room.

Laura, sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up as we entered. I closed the door behind us. About two dozen candles were dotted about the room, covering almost every surface, bathing the room in pools of shifting amber light. Besides for herself, Amara had picked out some lingerie for Laura.

Laura looked absolutely delectable in a black silk and lace teddy. Panels of delicate embroidered lace framed by silk hugged her body. A diamond cutout starting at the hollow at the base of her neck spread out to just below her breasts before narrowing to a point below her belly button. The diamond cutout left the inner slopes and bottom curve of her breasts bare. The sexy lingerie set barely contained her full C-cups. It was quite obviously designed to allure and titillate, rather than provide any kind of functional support.

Sheer thigh-high stockings clung to her fantastic legs; thin silk straps connected the stockings to clips built into the waist of the teddy. I loved a girl in thigh-highs, especially when said girl had legs as fantastic as Laura’s. Her legs were easily her best feature. I would bet they earned her most of her tips during her time as a waitress, even here in the UK where tipping wasn’t customary.

Laura had always been attractive. It’s what drew me to her, to begin with. Well, that and my dwindling power supply. But during her short time with us, a healthy diet of my cum, with its potent health benefits, had transformed her. Her malnourishment due to a poor diet and overworking had left her tired and anaemic. Since joining my harem, her hair had become full, lustrous, and glossy, her skin clear and smooth. Her body had become toned, sleek, and fit. Her breasts were now fuller and firmer. Even her posture had improved through both stronger muscles and increased self-confidence.

She was gorgeous and looked devastatingly sexy, wrapped in the expensive looking lingerie. I definitely needed to make sure my girls had plenty of hot and sexy lingerie to wear. I love naked girls; they’re my favourite type. However, a girl dressed in up lingerie or something like a Little Black Dress held a certain allure. The mystery and anticipation of seeing what’s underneath. Like make-up, it can enhance and present a girl’s beauty in a way nudity didn’t.

My mother met Laura as she rose from the bed with a passionate lover’s kiss. For a few moments, I was forgotten as they expressed their newfound love. It was moments like this that showed the deeper emotional connection to their Dom/Sub relationship. Without proper context, the more aggressive and commanding role my mother adopted could appear to place Laura in a toxic relationship. Something she had only recently escaped.

With the ability to see into their minds as I could, I was afforded a unique insight. While they enjoyed playing the ‘Mistress and Slave’ roles, their relationship was closer to a teacher and student. Like any excellent teacher, Mom cared for her students and wanted to see Laura grow and learn, becoming the best version of herself. Laura, in return, respected and obeyed my mother, giving over control to the older, more experienced woman.

However, like many educators, mom occasionally needed to take a firmer hand with her teaching style, even punishing a disobedient or unattentive student. As a submissive, Laura worked to please her dom, but she also enjoyed pushing the boundaries and breaking the rules purposefully. Punishment and reward often overlap. Cum denial could be a torturous agony or a wonderful build to an explosive release.

Breaking their kiss, Laura saw something in her Mistress’s eyes and immediately took on her submissive role. There was a palpable feeling as the atmosphere changed, the dynamic between them switching from equal lovers to Mistress and Submissive.