This picks up immediately after Will has fucked his mother. If you didn't read the first story, it will help you understand some of this if you do now.
Obviously contains instances of incest, vaginal, oral and anal sex. If any of that bothers you, sorry. Otherwise, enjoy. Jb7
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I was back in the amphitheater, empty except for me and Hans van der Hagen, my 4x great grandfather (if Gramps was right about my Dad's parentage), who was shouting at me from behind a lectern.
"Great god, young man! Just what in hell do you think you're doing? Weren't you listening earlier when I explained the conditions of your powers? In what twisted logic does you fucking your mother benefit anyone but you?"
"But she asked for it. And Gramps set it up, telling her she could depend on me whenever she needed to relieve sexual tension," I countered, a bit petulantly, I must confess.
"And you had nothing to do with it; no overt, or even covert, desire to lay with your mother," he replied, the sarcasm in his voice as thick as honey. Suddenly, my head felt like there was a pair of squirrels inside it, racing around, looking for acorns. Before I could say anything, the sensation was gone.
"I apologize for the intrusive examination, but I needed to ascertain your true level of concupiscence relative to your mother."
"My what!" I interrupted.
"Your desire, your passion, your need to have her," he replied, with a tolerant shake of his head. "I can see nothing more than the usual before your grandfather suggested the liaison. However, you are not entirely blameless. Although your grandfather may have suggested the activity, it was your thinking about and reacting to his suggestion which tipped your mother into approaching you.
"I'm afraid I, also, must accept some of the blame; Lord knows there is more than enough to go around." He looked at the floor, shaking his head. "I had assumed that, since you had received a portion of the legacy in your developing years, you would have become aware of your power and abilities, that someone would have discussed them with you, explained what they were, and how they worked. Knowing Thaddeus, I should have known better, and expected less."
He walked down to the floor of the amphitheater and joined me, pointing to a bench, indicating we should sit down. "When your father died, he passed on to you the most basic of the mental powers you have received -- enhanced intelligence. That is why your school work has come to you with so little effort; and, in part, why you were able to sell your products to your peers and teachers so successfully.
"Our legacy gives us a number of abilities not available to most of the population; while there are some basic ones, the advanced powers tend to vary with the genetic line, and, within the line, with the individual. You have discovered telepathy on your own, as well as direct mind control, such as you performed on the unfortunate Harry, making him forget what he saw.
"Your direct forbears relied primarily on an empathic approach, working on the person's desires and ambitions, using their empathic powers to align their victims' desires with their own. Our line is fortunate since we have a greater ability than the others as far as this power is concerned. They have to study and practice with it, while for us, as you have seen, we can use it intuitively, as you most likely did with your mother.
"Occasionally, some of the legatees have been successful using telekinesis, but, in recent generations, not with anything larger than an ounce or two, and not more than a few inches. I can sense you wondering about teleportation. The original wizard was capable of such feats, but to my knowledge, none of the Bod..."
Without any warning, another figure appeared, standing beside Hans, a woman about Nana's age. "Hans, what on earth were you screaming about? Good afternoon, young man; you must be our new legatee. Welcome to the Body." She turned to look at Hans, an expression of extreme concentration on her face. A look of annoyance appeared on his.
When she smiled and turned back to me, he looked at her and asked, "Satisfied?" He turned back to me, saying, "William, this is my 4x great grandmother, Yvette, burned as a witch, in Paris, in the middle of the seventeenth century. She is your 8x great grandmother, one of the few female legatees in our line."
"What? Did you say..."
"Yes, he said witch, but I'm pretty sure he was thinking something else," she said, with a smile. "Hans, why are you so upset that he has had his mother? You, of all men, should understand that attraction. Besides that, they are adults, both unattached, so that it should matter to no one else what they do."
"That interloper, the salesman, Harry, thought he could blackmail the lad's mother by threatening to reveal her relationship with her father-in-law. Think what people would do if it got out that mother and son were involved with each other."
"Then we shall have to teach him some of my old tricks, so he can know when he's being observed, and can make people believe what he wants. Yes, this is a good assignment for Iolanda." Yvette turned her beaming smile on me.
"She'll be at your door in a day or two. Right now, I think she's involved in some altercation concerning your mutual cousin, Pandora, currently locked up in some Muslim backwater." And without any warning, the scene dissolved and I was lying in bed, alone.
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The smell of brewing coffee stirred me to wakefulness and coaxed me out of bed. I went to the john and took care of business, then into my bedroom and found a pair of pajama bottoms and some slippers to wear. In the kitchen, Mom was sitting at the table, her face hidden in her hands, leaning on her elbows, braced over a cup of coffee. As I walked past her, I heard some very soft sobs and sniffles.
I knelt down beside her and took her in my arms, "Hey, Mom, what's wrong?" I asked her gently.
Her head was buried in my shoulder; I felt it shake from side to side, as if she were saying, "Nothing."
"C'mon, you can tell me. I'm your son and I love you."
She pulled her head back and looked at me. "You don't hate me? You're not upset or disgusted about what we did this morning?"
"No; why? Should I be?"
"Most people think it's wrong, abnormal..."
