I had barely enough time after Becca left to adjust my painfully hard cock in my pants before my bedroom door opened and my mother stuck her head into the room. "You're up late, Sean," She said, slurring her words slightly. "I was just checking to make sure you're all right," Mom said as she entered my room. Judging from the shaky way she was moving and the trouble she was having talking she'd had a couple of drinks with dinner. Hell, more then just a couple of drinks, she was loaded!
"I was just reading," I lied as I took a second to look over my inebriated mother. Becca resembled our mother greatly, they were both tall and slender with brown hair although Mom wore hers shorter, cut close to her face in a long page boy style. While she was slender Mom had plenty of curves, in fact the slimness of her body accentuated the wonderful curves of her attributes even more. Her breasts were probably twice the size of Becca's but seemed to be just as firm and shapely as my younger sister's. Her hips were slightly wide but not too much, and her ass was amazing. Since tonight had been her night out on the town she was wearing a low cut tight fitting black dress that fell almost to the floor. As I looked at her I wondered briefly what she was wearing under the dress and how'd she look completely nude.
"Well, I was just checking up on you," Mom said, her voice thick as she swayed slightly standing there. "Good Night, Sean." She said as she stumbled out of the room and closed my door.
I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, replaying the events of the evening. Just as I was dosing off to sleep I wondered again how Mom would look completely nude. My dreams that night were filled with images of my sister bending down to suck on my cock or slowly stripping out of her clothes. Always just as I was about to cum or she was just about to drop the last of her clothes the image of Becca would fade away to be replaced by my mother doing the same lascivious act.
It was still dark when I opened my eyes; sure that someone was in my room with me. Glancing around the dark room didn't reveal anything so I laid my head back down, trying to recapture the last image of my dream, the image of my mother standing beside my bed completely nude. Closing my eyes I recreated the image in my mind, feeling my cock beginning to harden as I envisioned her nude body. As I laid there with my eyes closed I heard a small noise next to my bed, and opening my eyes slightly I saw my mother standing beside my bed, looking down at me as I slept.
Pretending I was still asleep I glanced at my mother through my half closed eyes. She was standing in almost the exact same position that I had been imagining but she was still clothed, wearing a long cotton nightgown. I started focusing my mind on the image of her standing there, slowly removing her nightgown and exposing her body to me. Once I had the image firmly in my mind I started projecting it, waiting anxiously to see if my strange power would work on someone besides Becca.
I had to contain my excitement as I saw my mother slowly pull her nightgown up over her head and drop it to the floor. She stood there completely nude; looking down at my supposedly sleeping form as I secretly admired her body. After a few seconds of silently ogling her naked form I started to conjure up another mental image, directing it towards my mother's mind. I watched in silent satisfaction as I saw my mother's hands start to roam over her bare flesh, squeezing and caressing her shapely body in accordance to my mental suggestion. Her fingers slid through the dense hair of her pussy to stroke her pussy, her mouth opening in a silent moan of pleasure as she began to masturbate in front of me.
I laid there watching her pleasure herself for a few minutes before I formed another mental image and sent it into my mother's mind. Almost instantly Mom stopped rubbing her pussy and bent down over me, her hands gently pulling the bed sheet back. Her fingers nimbly reached into my boxers and pulled out my painfully erect cock. Still feigning sleep I watched through half open eyes as she bent down and began to lightly lick the length of my erection. It took all my concentration not to moan at the sensation as she opened her lips and took me deep into her mouth. She sucked passionately on my cock, her mouth moving up and down the length of my manhood. It didn't take long until I felt the pressure build in my testicles and with a barely suppressed groan I came in her mouth. Mom sighed softly as she drank my cum. As my climax subsided she let my softening penis slip from between her lips and quietly pulled the sheet back over me. Grabbing her nightgown she silently slipped out of my room and back towards her own bed. I smiled as I heard her footstep going down the hall, wondering what I should do with my new found powers.
I fell back to sleep with the image of my mother sucking my cock playing over and over in my head. I awoke early the next morning and dressed quickly, heading downstairs for breakfast. As I passed the bathroom I heard the shower running and I wondered briefly who was in there. I could probably just peek in and find out but the constant rumbling of my stomach persuaded me to get something to eat first.
As I walked into the kitchen I saw my mother sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and looking a little under the weather.
"Morning, Mom" I said as I opened the refrigerator and scanned for something to eat. "You don't look too good, are you feeling alright?" I asked in concern, looking at my normally cheery mother as she sat staring morosely into her coffee.
"I'm fine, Sean," Mom replied as she sipped at her coffee. "I had a little too much to drink last night, and I had a really weird dream last night." She said looking at me strangely. Curious I reached out with my mind and was surprised to find that I could see the images inside my mother's head. The image of her sucking deeply on my cock seemed to be repeating endlessly in her mind, accompanied by an incredible feeling of guilt. I was shocked to find out that I could actually read her mind now and suddenly I realized what I had been doing wrong all these years. Before I had always tried to read people's minds by converting the thoughts into words, but if I thought of their thoughts the images and feelings now almost flooded into my mind unheeded. It was so simple that I felt like an idiot for not realizing it years ago.
"What was your dream about?" I asked innocently, although I knew that in fact it had been no dream.
Mom blushed furiously and glanced away from me. "I don't really remember it," She lied, speaking softly and avoiding my curious gaze. I was just about to ask another question when I heard the sound of the bathroom door close and someone walk across the hall upstairs.
"Well, Becca's out of the shower," Mom said as she stood up. "I'm going to go get cleaned up." She explained as she almost ran out of the kitchen, her relief at getting away from my questions almost screaming out of her mind at me. As she headed up the stairs I reached out with my mind, seeing if I could get a glimpse into Becca's mind or if I had to be in the same room as the person I was trying to read. After a few seconds I got a faint image of Becca standing in front of her closet, trying to decide what she was going to wear today. So I could see into a person's mind if I wasn't in the room with them but it seemed I had to focus on that person. It was good to know.
