This story is dedicated and inspired by one of the first authors, I ever followed. Caesar started showing up on boards and story sites in the late 90's. I think he is long retired as an active author but his stories linger on. I hope he approves of my creation.
This is a complete fantasy. All participants in the sexual activity are over the age of 18. Since this is my world, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are not usually mentioned unless part of the sex.
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Mum got the idea I was tired and needed sleep when my eyes simply closed. Maybe I snored a little? I dunno. Very fatiguing.
I opened my eyes the next morning to find myself alone yet again. Since I wasn't wasting my time feeling sorry for myself, I didn't mind the occasional solitude. It gave me time to review the activities of the previous day and their long-term ramifications.
As insane as it sounds, I was pretty sure, I had woken from the coma with a strange control of my thoughts and those of others. It seemed I merely had to think a specific thought and anyone in close proximity to me would receive the thought and comply with its instruction. I could even aim my thoughts at specific persons. To some degree I could also hear the thoughts of people close to me distance wise.
At this time, I had no clear idea of the limits of my abilities. Emotions such as anger seemed to intensify the compulsion to comply with my demands, umm, requests. And, the people I communicated with didn't seem to know it was me projecting my thoughts to them.
This was just so cool! Of course, as with any 19 year old guy, my first, and current, thoughts were of how much sex I could get out of these abilities. I also knew if I ever wanted to be free of hospitals, I couldn't tell anyone I possessed these powers or abilities . Otherwise, the rest of my life would be spent being poked, prodded, tested, etc. in the name of medical science.
That couldn't happen. That would limit my brand new sexual activities I was waiting to explore more fully. Nope, a secret it would remain.
My reverie was interrupted by a small whirling dervish at the door loaded with bags and boxes evidently for me. Mum was the whirler in question.
OMG, she looked awesome today. This little woman was a walking wet dream for any guy. She was wearing 4 inch heels, a short denim skirt that could almost be labeled a belt, and a blue halter top that allowed her breasts to move about.
I had a chubby just looking at her. My feelings must have seeped through to Mum as she ran her hands down her body, not touching anything, simply emphasizing what I was looking at. Mum came to me in order to kiss me good morning. My chubby really got excited when Mum just darted the tip of her tongue into my mouth.
I really wanted to reach out and hug her but my arms wouldn't lift sufficiently as yet. As a matter of fact, I would be starting physical therapy today. All of the muscles in my body that had laid unused for ten months needed to be taught their functions and how to achieve them. I'm not going to bore you with the details of the therapy itself as it doesn't include positive memories for me. I was treated to successively increasing bouts of torture three times daily for the following three months.
"Hi!" This was a new voice. It twigged a few chords in my brain so I knew it wasn't a brand new voice, I had heard it before.
The voice was attached to a vision of loveliness. This woman, my age approximately, stood about five foot three, had long blonde hair hanging almost to her butt. The hair seemed so soft I wanted to run my hands through it. This woman had the bluest eyes I could ever have seen.
And her body! Wearing a tight top, I decided her tits had to be a pair of 34C's. They hung high and proud on her chest with no indications of sag. When she turned to put down some items she was carrying, her leggings presented an ass to die for. Firm, well defined, and maybe just a teeny bit plump.
Mum seemed to have noticed my fascination with this woman. Mum had lowered the bedrail in order to perch on the bed at my side. She had one arm behind me, helping to hold my head up and close to her breasts, while the other hand rested on my thigh close to my ever present chubby.
"Ricky, you're looking so much better today. I'm sorry I couldn't be here yesterday but I had two finals," said the sexy blonde as she moved closer to my bed.
Mum mentioned a girlfriend yesterday. Was this her? She would definitely be my type. Or the type of virtually every heterosexual male on the planet. Many, many women too. I hoped this was my girlfriend. Fingers crossed.
"Ricky, don't you recognize me? Have I changed that much in a year?"
I just shook my head no. I couldn't remember this woman at all.
"Ricky, you're my big brother, I'm your sister Melissa."
Sister? Melissa? Not my girlfriend?
I tried to say something in response but my voice was still a mostly unintelligible croaking sound. Yeah, speech therapy would be in my future as well. Fortunately it was less torturous than the physical therapy would be.
I gave up trying to verbalize a response concentrating on hearing hers and Mum's thoughts.
"My son has a hard on again," thought Mum. "It is a very attractive cock. I liked rubbing his balls yesterday. Maybe we will get some time together again today. Where's Becky anyway?"
Mum began to caress my thigh moving her hand little by little towards my hardening dick. Melissa was thinking too.