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A new taboo short for you!

Good morning, my lovelies! Yes, I’ve been MIA for a while, but rest assured I’ll never quit spinning my taboo tales. This is a short I’ve been meaning to write for some time. My mind control stories tend to be my most popular, and this is an idea that is sort of “mind control” adjacent. Corey, the handsome younger brother of our story, does have a supernatural power - but it isn’t to control his sister. Instead, he somehow can hear her thoughts. The story appealed to me because I liked the idea of a man being able to hear my most private thoughts…and then give me exactly what I want without me even asking :D

Anyway, if you enjoy my taboo collections like “Sibling Affairs,” I think you’ll enjoy this one. Corey’s really a sweet boy at heart, but his sister gets him so hot that he wants to be the dominating alpha male she’s always dreamed of!

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SUMMARY: When he's granted the power to hear his beautiful sister's thoughts, Corey discovers that she's hiding a guilty secret. Sienna wants to be dominated by an alpha male, and her boyfriend never truly satisfies her. Burning with lust, aching for release, Sienna's mind wanders. She dreams of being used for a man's pleasure. In fact, she's so horny she'd go down on her brother if he told her to! Corey can't stop himself from exploiting his newfound power and dominating his slutty sister.

This tale of taboo telepathy is 9,000 words and for readers 18 and up.

EXCERPT

That was too much. If Sienna had been remotely aware of the world around her, she would have noticed Corey’s dick make a tent in his pants. He throbbed when she said the word “slut” in her head. He’d never heard her say that word before. Sienna never talked about sex. She joked about it sometimes, but they’d never had a serious conversation about . . . Well, Corey thought to himself, why would we? We're brother and sister. 

Still, if the last hour was anything to go by, sex was all his sister thought about. 

Corey was pulled deeper into Sienna's brain. He understood now. Scott wasn’t a boyfriend, he was just a guy from her class. She'd spoken less than 10 words to him in the entire year, but there was just something about his eyes, something about the way he looked at her, that made her melt. At the party, he'd taken her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. He set his beer on the counter and unzipped his pants. 

Scott wasn't boyfriend material, but for one depraved moment he'd been everything she needed in a man. He'd grabbed her hair and told her to suck harder, to fondle his balls, to worship his throbbing erection. And she had, unquestionably. She had, deliriously. She wasn’t even that drunk - just drunk enough to leave her inhibitions behind. She’d worked up so much saliva that it poured down her chin and stained her dress. Scott liked that. He called her his “good little slut,” and Sienna had almost cum right then and there.

He didn’t even have to touch me, Sienna thought. He just had to say it. To make me his slut. 

Sienna squirmed on the couch. I am a slut, she thought. Gareth doesn’t know it. Corey, God bless him, he doesn’t know it. But I am. I am! 

Sienna’s thoughts grew especially loud. They flared in Corey’s mind like white hot fire. The flames licked at his spine. I just want to be taken, she thought. I just want to be used. God, right now, if Gareth came home early and just told Corey to get the fuck out of here so he could fuck me . . .

He’d never do that, Sienna thought miserably. But I would. I’d fuck him right here in the living room if he just told me to. Even . . . even if Corey didn’t leave . . .

Sienna pressed a hand to her chest. Her nipple was obscenely hard. She hoped Corey didn't notice. Aloud, she said, “Um, I think I might, uh, make some popcorn or something. Do you want some?”

Corey licked his dry lips. He had no idea what he was going to say. He’d tuned out of the movie completely. He was utterly absorbed in his sister’s dirty mind. “Um,” he said. “S-sure. Popcorn sounds—” 

And then a new, twisted thought grew from his sister’s roiling arousal. It was a dark amusement, a self-conscious malevolence. I can just picture it now, Corey eating popcorn while he watches my boyfriend fuck me. Watches me on my hands and knees . . . moaning . . . begging Gareth to fuck me harder . . . use me . . .

“Yes,” Corey whispered. His erection strained against the seam of his pants.

“You do?” Sienna said.

“Do what?”

“You want popcorn?” She turned to him, and he was forced to look her directly in the eye. He knew exactly what she was thinking but had to pretend nothing had changed. Her face was placid, with no hint of the sexual thoughts beneath, but he could hear her thinking it, feel her fantasizing about it. He could even sense the goosebumps rising on her inner thighs . . .

Thank God Corey doesn’t know, she thought. He’s so sweet. I wouldn’t want him to think less of me. But the truth is, shit . . . I’m so horny right now, I’d suck his dick if he told me to.

My step-son cried out...

My step-son cried out, his eyes white with fear. "Christine!" he yelped, and backed up and banged against the toilet. "I--"

"Shhhhh," I hissed. I put my finger to my lips.

I didn't think it was possible for his eyes to get any wider, but they expanded to little saucers on his flushed face. He tried to hide his manhood from me (as if hiding that thick masterpiece was possible), but I wouldn't let him. I slid my fingers down his cut forearms until they clutched his trembling hands. "It's okay," I whispered. "I know what you were doing in here."

"I-I didn't know the door was--" he started.

"But it was," I said. My eyes locked onto his. I tried to communicate all my bottled up frustration through my eyes, to overwhelm him like a snake charmer. Bobby was smart; he quickly understood I wasn't here to chastise him. Quite the opposite.

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"Christine..." he whispered.

"You want some help, baby?"

His eyes darted to the open door, through the wall, to the stairs. He was wondering about Randy. His father. My husband.

"No," I said. I slid my hands around his naked flank. He was taller than me, and so much stronger, sculpted and firm in a way his father never was, and yet he trembled. It wasn't out of fear--not totally. It was the desire he barely held in check. I was his step-mother. I wasn't supposed to touch him this way, or look at him this way, but we understood each other. For this moment, Randy didn't exist. For this moment, I was for him alone.

"Show me," I breathed. I held his gaze as I sank to my knees. "Show me how horny you are, Bobby."

"Oh my God," he gasped. When I finally pried his hands apart, his big penis, with its unique and lustrous crown, wobbled above my upturned nose. "Christine..."

"No questions," I said. "Let mommy help."

That word. I turned it into something very dirty. He groaned with mad appreciation. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, and pointed it at my face.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged him. I gazed down at his hairy scrotum. I'd missed it in the mirror's reflection, but now I saw it up close. It hung between his thighs like a heavy bag, and the first thing I did was cup them to take the weight off his groin. Bobby would have roared like a lion if I hadn't shushed him mid-growl.

I gently squeezed his balls, and grinned at their twitchy response. "Oh, fuck," he gasped.  

"So warm," I said. "Does that feel good, honey?"

"Yes," he gasped, staring down at me in disbelief. Slowly, he stroked himself against my face.

"Do you want to use my mouth?" I asked.

"C-can I?" I relished that look of wonder, of incredulous happiness, on his face. "Was this happening right now?" it said. He was in a daze, like a sleeper reeling between the truth of reality and the fantasies of a wet dream.

"Yes you can," I whispered. I gently cupped his balls, and rose up on my knees. I let his warm cock slide down to my chin, and opened my mouth.

"Oh my God," he groaned again. "Oh my God, Christine, you..."

"Shhhh," I whispered, and kissed the bulbous head. With a smooth twist of my neck, I guided it into my mouth. There was a fresh twinge in my core when I finally tasted the thing. My panties were juicy, stuck to my inner thighs, terribly uncomfortable in that terrible anticipation. My body could only handle the discomfort because it hoped they were coming off soon. The wetness was so thorough I could feel it soaking through my jeans. Was it the wine? Was it my frayed nerves? Was it the taboo act of sliding my tongue across my step-son's shaft?

I thought Bobby would cum right then and there. With one hand he gripped the bathroom counter, with the other he kneaded his troubled brow. "Jesus," he gasped. I slid another inch of him between my lips, and the hand on the counter leapt to my shoulder. "Christine, we shouldn't--"

"Mm-mm," I assented.

"But, fuck, but that feels so--"

"Mm-hmmmm," I agreed.

The conflict within him ended in an instant. It was the animal that won out. "Suck it," he growled. "Suck my dick."

I eagerly complied, reaching up to jack him off into my wet and welcoming mouth.

"Yes," he grunted. "Suck my dick, mommy."

That word. That tone. It greased my throat and let me take him as deep as I could handle. He was so thick that I dared not take him to the back of my throat (I'd suffocate!), but I did my best. Bobby's hand left his wet hair and went sliding through mine. "Yes," he groaned. "Yes..."

Excerpt from I Let My Step-Son Use Me. Now available on Smashwords at 25% off!

"Come here," my son growled...

"Come here," my son growled.

"Now wait just a minute!" I gasped. I gasped again when his big organ slapped my doughy stomach. "W-we, um, Tommy, I--I think we might be getting carried away by the moment."

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"So?" he said. His voice was gruff and young and without reservation. His lips found mine and for an instant I was transported back to my own wild teenage days. He tasted like chlorine and like pure, impulsive man. My man. I'd made him, and I made that incredible thing he was rubbing between my legs!

"So I'm your mother," I said, still unsure if I was struggling with him because I wanted to stop this or if I wanted him to pin me down.

His fingers encircled my wrists and slammed them onto the pillow. "Yes," he grunted into my neck. His lips closed on my throat and his teeth bit down like a vampire.

"Mmh!" I grunted back. I flailed my thick thighs against his iron abdominals but he just chuckled and whipped my knee around his hip.

"That's where you should be," he said. He pinned my thigh against his naked waist with one bulge of his bicep. His heavy penis slapped my mound.

"I won't let you do this," I huffed. "It's wrong, baby."

He cupped my cheeks in his palm and forced me to look at him. "I don't care," he said. His lips slipped over mine and I would not refuse his tongue. He moaned into the kiss and sent chills dancing up my spine. "I want you," he whispered into my lips. "I want to make you feel good, mom. Does it feel good?"

I locked my ankles behind his perfect ass and rubbed my pussy into his scrotum. He was still wet from the pool and I'd been wet since I scrolled through his phone. "It feels good," I admitted. "You make me feel so good."

"So can we do this?" he whispered in my ear. He kissed down my jaw until he came to my chin, then wrenched my face aside with his muscular neck and inhaled my skin. One of my wrists was still pinned over my head and my whole body trembled at his assault. "Will you let me do this?" he grunted.

"I don't think I can stop you," I panted. He pushed his balls into my slippery pussy and I sighed with longing. I squeezed my thighs together to bring him even closer to my slit. "Quick," I whispered. "Do it quick before I change my mind."

"Thank you, mommy," he moaned. He reached down to grab his monstrous cock. "I'm so fucking hard for you."

"I know," I whispered to the ceiling. "God help me..."

And then he pushed.

Tommy filled me the way few other men have. He wasn't slow but I was so wet he didn't have to be. Still, it had been a long time, and that first thrust wasn't entirely pleasant. I cried out as he penetrated me, and loud enough to make him pause. "Mom?" he asked.

"Keep going," I begged. "It's just been a while. I-I'll get used to it."

"Do you want me to go slow?"

"No!" I groaned, throwing my head from side to side. "No, I want you to fuck me. Just imagine I'm one of your pretty sluts."

Tommy grabbed my thick ass and rolled his penis inside me. "No, mom. You're not like them. I'm going to make love to you."

"Oh, baby," I groaned. I dug my fingers into the back of his neck and cried out again when he thrust inside me. How could I have forget how good this felt? It was like my first time all over again...

Excerpt from Mama’s Boys: Omnibus. All three volumes of this series are now available on Smashwords at 25% off!