Henrietta was just finishing her late night snack when she
sensed the growing arousal of a young man in the room above her. Glancing
upwards, she frowned as her mystical sexual senses zoomed in on the thoughts
and energy spilling out from her nephew as the young man began to masturbate in
the so-called “privacy” of his room. Henrietta shook her head a little as she
stepped into the living room to go back to her reading.
Sally, her daughter, was sprawled out on the couch. She glanced
up from her magazine and pulled out her earbuds, cocking her head to the side,
she seemed to “listen” to an unheard sound. Sally had only just gained her Sex
Magic powers two weeks ago, and everything was still new to her, the sensing of
erections still unusual. To Henrietta, the sensation was just ambient noise
anymore, though a hard penis in close proximity, such as the one just a few
feet above her on the next floor, tended to be hard to ignore.
“Is Fred masturbating?” said Sally, squinting at the
ceiling.
Henrietta sighed. “Yes, dear,” she said.
Sally blanched. “Eww, gross!” The young woman could now see
her cousin straight through the ceiling, her psychic senses enabling her to
psychically visualize any naked and aroused man if she focused on the signal of
his erection. “Does he not know we can sense him?”
“Of course he knows,” said Henrietta. “But he’s got to tend
to himself every now and then. I told him he’s allowed to masturbate as much as
he needs, if he at least tries to be discreet. Since you’ve gotten your powers,
he hasn’t dared touch himself. But you know how it can be for boys.”
Sally nodded, but kept glancing instinctively at the
ceiling, then turning away in disgust. “Jeez, could just he not do that? I
mean, I know boys have to get their release but—”
Both women flinched as the signals and energy from Fred
suddenly flared brightly, indicating he had just reached orgasm. A few moments
of intense broadcasting later, and the signals faded quickly. Above them, Fred
hastily cleaned up and closed the images on his computer. Soon, the signal was
gone, and neither woman could sense him or see him. Not that Henrietta had
looked. Having had Sex Magic for nine years, she was more than used to sensing
men engaged in sex or masturbation. It was easy enough to tune out, hence why
she tolerated it from Fred.
“Wow, that was fast,” said Sally. She grimaced. “Ugh. Is this
what it’s going to be like all the time with these powers?”
“You get used to it, dear,” said Henrietta with a reassuring
smile. “And trust me, men will be a lot easier to understand and their habits
much easier to tolerate once you can literally see how their brains work. There’s
a reason why divorce rates plummeted after Sex Magic arrived.”
Sally let out a chuckle. “I thought that was because no man
was going to divorce his wife if he ever wanted to cum again.”
Henrietta smirked. “That’s not nearly as common as you think.”
“Oh, yeah? So when’s the last time you let Dad pop one off?”
Henrietta rolled her eyes. “You’re grossed out by your
cousin masturbating, but you want to talk about your father’s orgasms?”
“Not really,” said Sally. “I was just saying. Last time I
saw him, his balls were buzzing like a jet engine. I could barely hear myself
think! Poor guy.”
“Did you tell him you have your powers?”
“No. I didn’t want to freak him out. Or end up asking him
why he hasn’t cum in five months.”
“I have nothing to do with his orgasms,” said Henrietta, her
voice stern. “He’s got his floozy mistress now, they’re her concern.”
“Come on, Karen’s really nice,” said Sally. “It’s not like
she stole him from you. You were already broken up when he met—”
Henrietta put her hand up. “Alright, alright, I know. Let’s
change the subject.”
“Fine,” said Sally. “We can talk about why Fred jacks off to
anime girls.”
Henrietta rolled her eyes again. “Really? You’re disgusted
by Fred’s masturbation, but you want to talk about it anyway? You are one weird
kid.”
Sally gave her a mock salute. “I get all my bad habits from
you, mother dearest.” The two women chuckled. Then, Sally said, “Really,
though, can he just hold off for one more week, until I go back college?”
“Talk with him about it yourself,” said Henrietta.
“He won’t even look at me since he found out about my
powers,” said Sally. “I guess I don’t blame him, though. What with Aunt Peggy
and all. He’s probably afraid I’ll snap just like…” Sally paused and glanced at
her mom. Henrietta was giving her a deadpan stare, all humor dropped from her
visage. Sally cleared her throat. “I mean… um… sorry…”
Henrietta pursed her lips. Ah, yes. Peggy. The reason
Henrietta was taking care of Fred in the first place. Sally hadn’t had much
chance to meet her Aunt Peggy in the last nine years, and Henrietta was rather
thankful for that. Peggy had dealt with the magic as best she could, but she
had been the younger sibling. The spoiled one. More inflexible. More prideful.
More narrow in her views. More set in her ways, even at a young age. And said
ways did not prepare her to handle dealing with male sexuality the way Sex
Magic forced women to. They did not prepare her for the day she sensed her own
son’s first attempts at masturbation. Sensing his erections was one thing.
Males got erections. That was tolerable. Ignorable. But once sexual fantasies
began to factor in earnest into her sons’ mind, well, Peggy didn’t quite know
how to deal with that.
Thankfully, for Fred’s sake, Henrietta was more tolerant,
and willing to aid her sister. A pity Peggy did not seem to appreciate such
aid. The last Henrietta had heard, Peggy had run off to join one those weird
Cults.
“Mom?” said Sally, pulling Henrietta out of her reverie.
Henrietta shook her head and said, “Forget it. Just, please,
be patient with your cousin. He really has been holding back for your sake.”
Sally frowned. “Well, thanks, mom, now I feel bad.” The two
paused as they heard Fred’s door open, and he came down the stairs. Fred had to
pass through the living room to reach the kitchen. The young man blushed as he
walked quickly past the two women, mumbling some kind of greeting. Sally pretended
to be deeply engrossed in her magazine, while Henrietta tried to offer a smile,
unfortunately lost on Fred when he didn’t look up to see it.
When the kitchen door shut, Sally turned to her mother and
leaned close, saying in a low whisper, “Seriously, anime. He’s nineteen and
jerking it to cartoons.”
Henrietta frowned and shook her head at Sally, putting a
finger to her lips. There was some rustling in the kitchen, then silence. They
could hear some crunching noises. Henrietta called out, “You can eat in here
with us, if you like.”
A cleared throat and Fred tentatively said, “No thanks.”
“We won’t bite, dear,” Henrietta tried. “You really
shouldn’t feel so embarrassed.”
“Maybe he should,” said Sally in another whisper, not as
quiet this time. “Cartoons!”
Henrietta gave her a scolding look. “Okay, let’s just get
this over with. Fred? Can you please come in here?”
There was a long pause, then Fred came into the room,
avoiding eye contact. “Yes?” he muttered.
“You masturbated just now,” said Henrietta. “As you know,
Sally has her powers, so she sensed you, too.”
“I’m sorry,” mumbled Fred, blushing.
Sally, also starting to blush from the sheer awkwardness,
said, “It’s alright, Cuz… just, can you, um, please hold off until I leave? You
know, for college again? Then you can do that as much as you—well, as much as
Mom lets you.”
“I’ll try,” he mumbled.
“Fred, please speak up and actually look at us,” said
Henrietta.
Fred cleared his throat and looked up at them, focusing more
on his aunt. “Sorry, Henrietta,” he said. “Sorry. I know you said to be
careful, but I just couldn’t help it.”
“I know, Fred. Just remember Sally is here, too.” Henrietta
turned to her daughter. “Now, Sally, you wanted to know why Fred masturbates to
anime porn?”
Both cousins flushed crimson. “Come on, mom, I wasn’t being
serious,” said Sally.
“You said you wouldn’t look!” said Fred.
“Your thoughts are difficult to block out when you’re so
close,” said Henrietta. “But I wasn’t looking. Sally couldn’t help but see. But
she is curious. Why the anime girls?”
“Really, you don’t have to answer that,” said Sally. “In
fact, you don’t have to tell me anything. We can pretend this conversation
never happened.”
“Yes, actually, I think we do need to have a talk. Fred, you
have issues you need to resolve. Sally, you need to start learning to deal with
the things your powers let you sense.” She motioned to the chair opposite the
couch. “Sit, Fred.” The young man obeyed, looking embarrassed and annoyed.
Henrietta sat on the couch next to her daughter. “Well?” she asked Fred.
Fred swallowed hard and said in a low voice, “Because… made
up girls… don’t get mad when… when you jerk off to them…”
“Aha,” said Henrietta. “So, this is about the Sander twins
down the road, hmm? That time you saw them sun bathing, and then masturbated
thinking about a threesome with them.”
Sally fought not to smirk. “Hey, I remember that! You
couldn’t cum for like three weeks, even Mom couldn’t remove the block they had
on you!” She shook her head.
Fred somehow got even more redfaced. “I didn’t do anything
wrong!” he said. “I couldn’t help it! I tried to think about someone else, but
they…” his breath caught, “I know they were the ones sending those phantom
mouths to tease me! It had to be them! They kept laughing every time they saw
me, and I got hard!”
“Okay, okay, calm down, that was months ago, we gave them a
stern talking to,” said Henrietta.
“It’s not just them,” said Fred. “I thought about this one
girl in class last year. And she sensed me getting hard the next day when I saw
her cleavage, and she read my thoughts. And she made me go into the bathroom
and masturbate, and had her camera.”
“Yes, and the principle had to intervene,” said Henrietta.
“Oh, and there was that one lady at the grocery store, she
winked at you and you suddenly had a hard on everyone could see,” said Sally.
“I didn’t even have my powers and I could see it! Why did she do that again?”
“I don’t know!” Fred said.
“Fred thought about her rubbing his penis between her
calves,” said Henrietta.
“Huh, that’s weird,” said Sally, trying again not to grin.
“STOP!” yelled Fred, standing up and balling his hands into
fists. “Just stop! Why do you women have to do this? Guys can’t help what they
think! We’re just trying to get one off, we’re not attacking you, why do women
keep screwing with us?”
Henrietta frowned, but said, “Not all women are like that…”
“It doesn’t matter! A few women are, and then almost all the
rest of you just stand by and watch and giggle about!” Tears of frustration
were welling up in Fred’s eyes. “You just don’t understand! I’d rather jerk it
to pretend girls than ever date a fucking cock teasing bitch!” He ran off
upstairs, slamming the door to his room shut.
The two women sat, shared a glance, and sighed. “Sorry I
asked,” said Sally.
“Maybe now you’ll appreciate what men have to go through,”
said Henrietta. “It’s annoying for you. It’s terrifying for him.”
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NOTES: Mining the Unfinished Folder again.
Generally speaking, I don't like incest humiliation stories, but it's hard to ignore the fact that the Sex Mage World setting is pretty much the perfect set up for such things. Writers like Gloryboy and PancakesForDinner can get a ton of mileage out of the concept, because, "realistically," moms, sisters, and daughters aren't going to be able to avoid dealing sons, fathers, and brothers' sexuality. In my own setting, this leads to a near-total fragmentation of the family unit in some countries, while in others, it forces a new standard of respect. Or disrespect, if the psycho-dommes get involved. But as with a number of potential plot points, I tend to write of them only briefly, and only for the sake of adding variety to my writing.
With this piece, it seems I was once again making a point to NOT go psycho-domme, and probably had a plan to show just how a family dealt with having Sex Magic when none of the women were actually interested in sexually teasing the men in the situation.
Once again, no plans to finish this, as really, the story probably wouldn't be any fun. Just a big lecture about "proper respectfulness when using powers" or some such nonsense I got over a long time ago with these stories. But for those that fret over such things, you could consider it to be the norm in most SMW family relationships, where families just deal with the situation without turning into psychos over it.
I entered a fantastic long comment and then when I pressed publish it got deleted. Fuck blogger.
ReplyDeleteAnyway yeah, i'm a huge fan of yours. I think you're the best author on the sex mage scene becuase you don't just retread the same things every time. Each story introduces a new concept, a fucked up rule, a cultural trend or in this one, a case study of how a totally sane family would deal with it.
I think that the sex mage universe offers one of the best erotic literary devices ever made. I sometimes wonder why I like this kind of stuff, or why other people do, and why people get so into it... It's one of the hottest genres, but why? What happened in my past that made me like this?
I guess it doesn't matter. The only thing that would scare me is if people stopped believing it was fiction. Some people might get angry at your stories and angry at the women in the stories, but the reason they're bitches is because that's the whole point of the genre. It doesn't mean you as the author think they're acting reasonably.
Anyway i've been wanting to post a comment for ages but I only just got around to making an alternate google account. You know, to hide my perverted secret identity. I'm a big fan of yours and I always eagerly await your new submissions because they're always exciting.
I would hope I'm the best, I started it after all! :P
DeleteHaha, no, butt honestly, Pancake and Glory deserve props, as I might not have really gone anywhere with the concept, if they hadn't inspired me to go further than the meager offerings I had originally done.
I do try to make something different with every piece or set of pieces, instead of just the same scenario over and over, which is one reason I don't produce as much as I probably could. Already, I feel I repeat myself too much. Glad you enjoy the work either way. :)
Well whatever, Call Of Duty repeats itself every year and people still buy it, and there's only so many times I can wank to the same story you know what i'm saying? YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING?
DeleteAlso: I didn't know you were the one that started it but it makes sense. The power of the internet is at work, allowing people to adapt and build upon your writings.