Beth's Boy

Note: Incest (mom/son)

ONE

Beth had just laid down in bed to watch some TV before going to sleep, when she sensed Jack’s cock harden. The thirty-eight year old, leggy blonde paused with her hand on the remote, and tilted her head towards the ceiling, “listening” to the psychic hum of her son’s erection. She had long ago gotten over the embarrassment of automatically detecting his every sexual act and fantasy when he was in range. It was just something every mother of boys had to learn to deal with in the five years since Sex Magic had appeared.

Men’s sexuality was natural and healthy, and there was no shame in an erection, or masturbation. Beth had never been freaked out by it, not even by his most lurid fantasies. She had respected his privacy as best she could, but to be honest, it wasn’t easy blocking out a young man’s thoughts and desires when you lived with them all the time. She took it in stride, not discussing things he’d be uncomfortable discussing, not being one of those crazy mothers who wouldn’t let him cum or masturbate. The two had an unspoken agreement of don’t ask-don’t tell. He was fully aware his mother knew everything about his erotic habits and thoughts, but she didn’t bring them up.

She did feel it was a shame, though, that he had not yet found a girlfriend. Or even a mistress, as was becoming more frequent these days. Despite being a devilishly handsome young man of nineteen and actually managing to get a job in this crazy economy, her son refused to give up his bachelorhood so far. He didn’t like to talk about it with her, though. In fact, he didn’t like to talk with her about much at all these days, no doubt due to that embarrassment.

This unfortunately meant he was easy pray for girls who wanted to have some Magic fun, but had no intention of committing. With increasing frequency, poor Jack would find himself accosted by sexual teasing spells of women, most of whom never revealed themselves. Sudden magically-enhanced erections, the phantom sensations of handjobs and blowjobs, mean little orgasm blocks. It used to be just once in a while, but in the last year, he’d been getting hit with increasingly frequent and increasingly intense teasing spells, almost always accompanied by orgasm blocks.

Beth suspected that several of the teen girls in the area had been getting their powers and were using him as a Test Boy, or that some of her neighbors had decided he was a fun tease toy. A few times she was willing to chalk it up to accidents; as she sensed her neighbors having fun with other guys, there were the occasional accidental aura flare-ups or wildly flung spells that sometimes zapped unintended targets. But almost every night for the past month, Jack had been struck with intense erections or sporadic tease spells.

Right now, she could sense he was feeling feathers tickling his cock, several working the shaft, two sliding around his testicles and the nooks of his groin, while one persistently swirled around his cock head. He was clutching at his mattress and squirming, fighting not to moan. His last orgasm had been four days ago, and he’d felt a dozen quick teases since then. Nothing more than a couple of minutes, but all rather intense, and he’d had no opportunities to jerk off since. Beth let her senses inspect him a bit deeper, and she could tell a fresh orgasm block had been placed on him. As she scanned him, though, she felt a tremor of pleasure wash over her.

Beth chewed her lip. There was another reason she didn’t interfere too much with her son’s sexual stresses. She actually enjoyed the feeling of his lust energy as his blue balls and hard cock throbbed. She felt a bit bad about it, but the energy that Jack (and all the other men around her) gave off had done wonders for her over the past five years. She was thirty-eight, but already looked closer to twenty-five. She used to have bad allergies, but they cleared up within the first year of the Magic. She’d started to feel twinges in her arms that were an early sign of tendonitis, but that had likewise gone away, even before her allergies had cleared up.

Beyond the health benefits, though, the energy also just plain felt good. On more than one occasion, she had lain in bed at night and slowly, sensually masturbated, letting the tension and need of the men throughout the neighborhood augment her own sensations, amplifying the feeling of her fingers, electrifying her nerves, and giving her the most satisfying orgasms she’d ever had.

Even now, as she sensed Jack struggling towards an intense edging, Beth caved in and slid her fingers down between her legs. She usually slept in only a pair of panties, but these she slid down to her ankles, spread her legs at the knees, and rubbed her clit in slow circles. She let out a sigh. Jack’s energy was high tonight, the poor thing, and she shamefully enjoyed it in secret. She knew Jack would be mortified if he found out. But it was only fair, wasn’t it? If she had to put up with sensing his erections and erotic thoughts all the time, surely he wouldn’t begrudge her indulging in his energy.

She knew she was supposed to be disgusted at the thought of anything remotely sexual involving her son, but, well, she wasn’t touching him, she wasn’t using magic on him, she wasn’t even watching him, she just let some of the energy he gave off soak into her. It felt good, and it wasn’t hurting anybody. Really.

She let out a soft sigh as the pleasure built quickly. Soon, her pussy was nearly dripping, every nerve tingling with excitement. Wanting to take advantage of the feeling while it still lasted, she drove her fingers into herself, stroking her hot wetness. She gathered her Magic in her fingers, and sent sparks of pure pleasure, deeper and more stimulating than any mere rubbing, and she had to clamp a hand over her mouth as she gave a little cry. Her friend Britney had recently taught her this trick, how to use the Sex Magic to masturbate, and she still hadn’t gotten used to it yet. She let the magic expand the feeling of her fingers, shifting the feeling of their presence as being bigger and stiffer than they actually were. She could now feel a cock, along with her fingers, moving in and out of her, moving at the exact pace and force she loved. It was a familiar cock, that of her ex-boyfriend, and Jack’s father, who had dumped her so many years ago. Despite her bitterness at being used and left behind, the memory of his passionate lovemaking still filled her fantasies, and it was always his cock she fantasized about in these spontaneous nights of self-pleasure.

The memory and phantom sensation of his cock, and the energy of his son’s need, mixed in her to create a sharp spike of euphoria that had her giving a muffled shriek into her hand as she came hard. Her body tightened and her juices flowed hotly onto her other hand. When the tension finally broke and her body relaxed, she mused that she hoped Jack hadn’t heard her, blushing a bit at the thought.

Then she realized her pussy was still tingling with energy. Her brow furrowed and she glanced at the clock. A good ten minutes must have passed, and Jack was still being assaulted by the phantom feathers, and the sensations were even more intense than before, two, maybe three times as many feather sensations layered over the others. More over, he was writhing and moaning so loud, she could hear it through the walls. She tuned in with her senses, and could tell he was riding the edge of orgasm; the phantom feathers were holding him right on the edge of release, and that orgasm block held tight. It was rare that he was teased for this long, this intensely.

Beth chewed her lip again. She was tempted to masturbate to a second orgasm, but despite the feel-good effect of her sons’ sexual need getting even stronger, she was getting a bit worried. This treatment was nothing, of course, to what she sensed some of the men going through around town some days, but still, this was getting a little over the top. The feathers just kept going, keeping him right on the edge until it was starting to hurt!

Beth had never really practiced the protective spells women could learn to protect men. She’d never been in a relationship with a man long enough to bother, and of course, she’d never wanted to embarrass her son by suggesting it. The problem with trying to create things like shields or spell-blockers or even just actively intercepting another woman’s magic with your own was that you almost always had to already be intimate with the man you were protecting. Removing an orgasm block was easy enough, as that was more of an effect on the man himself, but pushing away a woman’s magic directly was another matter. She, of course, had not been intimate with her son, physically or magically.

Beth frowned, but decided to let it go a bit longer. Maybe whoever was teasing him was almost finished. Jack could handle a few more minutes, surely?

Ten minutes later, that was clearly not going to happen. Jack was moaning loud enough now, he would have woken her up even if she’d been sleeping on the couch downstairs. Beth sighed and got out of bed, pulling on her robe. It was time to put a stop to this nonsense. A few quick tickles or a sudden hard-on prank was one thing, this was just mean. She wondered if Jack had pissed someone off recently.

Jack was thrashing so hard, the bed was audibly rocking as he bucked his hips into the air. Beth didn’t bother knocking, figuring he might not even hear it. She opened the door and clicked on the light. Her son was sprawled out on his bed, naked, writhing, his cock beet red and so stiff the veins were bulging. From the way his arms and legs were spread, the woman teasing him had also cast binding spells on his wrists and ankles, pinning him down.

Jack didn’t even notice his mother enter, not until she was right next to him. His eyes had been clenched, his mouth agape, in that orgasmic countenance that was just like his father used to make. For just a moment, seeing Jack’s disheveled light brown hair, lean but fit body, in the throws of sexual heat, Beth’s heart skipped a beat, shocked with the remembrance of the man she still fantasized about to this day. She snapped herself out it, however, and reached down over her poor boy, grasping his forehead and his penis. She then projected her thoughts into his mind, in such a way that she knew the woman teasing him would “hear” her through the psychic connection to his cock.

Jack’s eyes went wide as saucers as his mother’s words echoed in his mind. Excuse me, miss, but if you don’t mind, my son and I would very much like to get some sleep tonight, so if you would please knock it the hell off, I won’t come find you and beat your eyes black- and-bluer than your making his balls.

Beth could almost feel the sudden pause and panic of the woman casting the spells, though it might have just been her imagination. The feather sensations shut off immediately, and Jack’s limbs were suddenly free. His eyes were wide as saucers, staring at his mother. She looked at him, and the two blinked. His mouth was still agape. She could feel his cock burning hot in her hand, the turgid rod still throbbing. The direct skin-to-skin touch sent shivers down her spine as his energy flowed directly into her, but she forced the sense of pleasure down to concentrate on him.

She smiled warmly. “Sorry, honey. But I figured you needed a break.”

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as he stared at her, numbly. She slid her hand down and cupped his cheek. Confused emotions roiled behind his eyes. He was still stunned, not fully processing what was happening, but she could feel the raw, naked need of his body. Her hand was already on him, and he was still hovering at that peak of tension…

She did it without thinking. As if on instinct, she reached inside his ethereal network and broke the orgasm block, then gently squeezed his cock with her hand as she sent a soothing, but deep pulse of pure pleasure through the nerves of his hyper-teased organ. His body locked up and he let out a choked gasp. And then he came! Burst after burst of thick, hot ropes of cum shot from his organ, splattering him from face to stomach, a few shots even hitting his hair, while a few struck her arms. The orgasm was possibly the hardest he’d ever had in his life, and it took nearly half a minute before his body quit jerking. He let out a huge sigh and sagged back. Still working on instinct, she rubbed the last few drops of his seed out before she let go.

She was a little dazed as well at just how much cum had launched out of him. He was totally soaked! However, this was another area where Sex Magic was awfully convenient. With a thought, she psychically tugged at the semen on his body and on her arms. Magically, the thick white fluid pulled off of them, floating in the air, and collecting into a wet ball, hovering above his chest. She went to the open door, and floated the semen ball into the bathroom down the hall, where she slipped it into the toilet. She’d go flush it in a minute.

She turned back to her son, who was blinking his eyes open. Their eyes met, and Beth smiled a bit bashfully, looking to the floor. “Sorry, Jack,” she said. “I thought it was getting a little out of hand, so…”

“What the fuck?!” said Jack.

Beth blinked and jumped, looking up to meet his eyes. Jack’s face was turning red, but his expression was slipping into anger. At the same time, he clutched at his genitals, covering them, and yanked the blanket over them.

“What the FUCK, Mom?!” he said.

“What… what?’ she said, surprised. She didn’t think she’d seen him so angry before.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re my Mom! What the hell were you thinking?” He looked at her with total revulsion.

“I… you were being… teased and…”

“That’s my business! You had no right to barge in here and grab my dick!”

Beth’s jaw worked. “But… what about…” she gestured at the wall, vaguely indicating his unknown assailant.

“What about it?” he said. “That’s none of your business!”

“Wait… did you want that to happen? Did I interrupt something?”

“No! But goddamnit, it’s bad enough strange women are fucking with me, I don’t need my own mother molesting me!”

Beth frowned. “Jack, I was trying to help you!”

“Then why the hell didn’t you just block her or something? Why did you fucking barge in and grab my dick?”

“That’s… that’s not that easy to just do, okay? The shield stuff mainly works with… well, with your lover.”

Jack looked for a moment like he might be sick. Beth scanned his mind and could only read an abrasive static of conflicting emotions, none of which were sexual enough for her to get a clear view. What was very clear, however, that the thought of incest was revolting to him. She’d just wanted to protect him, she hadn’t tried to fuck him!

She reached out a tender hand towards him. “Jack, you’re being ridiculous. It’s not like that. I’m sorry I barged in on you and touched you without permission, but I wasn’t sure what else would make her stop.”

Jack shrank back from her hand like it was a snake. “Don’t fucking touch me, you fucking pedo!”

Beth’s jaw dropped. “What? Alright, kiddo, back the fuck up. I’m sorry I touched you without your permission, okay? But I do not see you that way.”

“So why do you keep masturbating when I’m getting teased?” he said, his expression dark.

Beth’s jaw would have dropped further if it could. “Uh… I…”

“You’re not as quiet as you think,” he said.

“Jack—”

“Get out of here! And don’t ever touch me like that again! Not with your hand, not with your magic, ever! I don’t care if I’m getting raped in the ass, I don’t want your help! Get out and stay out, you cunt!”

Beth blinked again, then her expression went stern. She set her jaw and stared at him for a moment. Then she turned and walked out the door, clicking off the light and shutting the door softly. She could hear Jack sigh loudly and flop onto the bed. She went back to her room, disrobed, and slid under the sheets, staring at the wall as she contemplated what had just happened.

Her own son had just called her a cunt. Many women she knew these days would kick his ass out of the house or grind his balls in a psychic vice all night long for such an offense. She wouldn’t go that far, but under most circumstances, she would indeed be livid from such treatment.

Instead, she was just hurt. This is what she got for trying to help him out. This was the gratitude her son showed her for letting him stay under her roof and going out of her way to respect his body as much as she reasonably could. This despite all that Sex Magic tempted her to do, while so many other women gave into those temptations long ago. How dare he? How dare he say such things to her?

Except he’d called her out, hadn’t he? She hadn’t really respected him at all, had she? Reading his mind, letting herself sense him whenever she felt like it. And masturbating to his frustration, using his blue balls to give herself amazing orgasms. Just because she never said anything about what she sensed, she took advantage of it all the same. She may as well have been grabbing his balls every day and laughing, or taking nude pictures of him to touch herself to. She knew some other women went out of their way to learn how to shut men out. She’d never bothered, because it was too easy, and felt too good, to not restrain herself.

Maybe this was why they hadn’t been talking lately. She had thought he was just embarrassed over their situation, or that having to live with his Mom past the age of 18 was just rough on him, and she didn’t want to rub it in. But he’d known all about her dirty habits regarding him, and since the Magic concerned itself only with erotic thoughts, she’d never sensed the anger he’d probably been hiding from her for months.

Good lord, what a mess!

And yet, she’d never cast a tease spell on him. She’d never let him get affected by her arousal aura. She’d even broken his orgasm blocks in secret. She wondered if he was aware of that, too, and if he’d even care. Okay, so she’d made some mistakes. Fine. She could accept that, and she could change that about herself. But she was nothing like the horror show mothers you heard about on the internet or the news. She wasn’t a monster like Jack was making her out to be. He was overreacting, surely. Maybe this was just in the heat of the moment. Maybe he’d been so stunned and freaked out, he’d yelled without thinking, just like she’d acted without thinking moments before.

She let out a frustrated sigh, then clicked on the TV, letting the low volume of random late night talk shows lull her to sleep. Maybe they could talk it out in the morning.

TWO

Talking was apparently off the table. The next morning, Beth had tried to discuss the matter with her son, but he had brushed her off. He refused to say anything more than was absolutely necessary to her, and avoided her company as much as possible. Finally, after a few days, Beth just gave up and decided to let him sulk. He was damn lucky she was as lenient as she was; most women would have punished him severely for such rude treatment.

But fine, she decided. If he wanted nothing to do with her, then so be it. She’d give him exactly what he wanted. She wouldn’t talk to him, nor would she touch him, physically or magically. Not even to give him assistance.

About three days after that incident, the teasers came back with a vengeance. Beth sensed him getting tickled with feathers and sucked with phantom mouths, grinding him on the edge until he was in tears. Out of spite, she let herself enjoy the euphoric energy of his desperation, but refrained from masturbating through it. She felt a little bad for enjoying it nonetheless, but not as bad as she expected.

Two nights later, the teasing came again, and this time, she could sense him getting fucked by a phantom pussy. The mystery teaser was really upping her game. This time, Beth gave into temptation and touched herself, taking her time to build up to an absolutely delicious climax. She didn’t bother trying to muffle herself, making sure Jack heard her ecstasy.

It went on like that for nearly three weeks, every second or third night, Jack would be tormented with intense sensual sensations, on top of whatever random little teases and hard-ons he’d get throughout the day. The most intense session came two weeks after the incident, where Beth sensed him being floated in the air, hands forced to lock on his ankles, and he endured nearly three hours of psychic handjobs and blowjobs, while the taste and smell of pussy flooded his mouth and nose.

That last one was such a fiercely intense experience for the poor, helpless young man, that Beth almost broke her resolve and interfered again. However, just as she got up to go help him, she sensed the power release him, leaving him sobbing with need and frustration on his bed. Beth opted to leave him alone to cool down.

Fortunately, the teaser backed off from that level of teasing torment over the next week, returning to lesser teases like an hour of feathers or half an hour of tongues, but the damage was done. Jack was practically limping with blue balls; the mystery teaser never once allowed him to cum. Beth stuck to her vow that she wouldn’t use her Magic on him in any way, including removing the orgasm blocks. If he hadn’t known she’d secretly popped a few before, he suspected it now. Of course, he also half-suspected that she was the mystery teaser, but he wasn’t about to confront her about it.

Over a month went by, the two practically living as strangers, with Beth merely a witness to Jack’s suffering. There was a time when she might have worried at how much she was beginning to enjoy sensing it. But the longer he went without so much as an apology to her, and the more bountiful the energy he gave off became, the less such concerns bothered her. If this was how her son wanted it, so be it. She was starting to find she didn’t mind it at all.

THREE

Late one Saturday morning, as Jack sat in his room trying to play Counter-Strike, his cock began to stiffen all by itself again. He let out a small curse and tried to ignore it, focusing as best he could on the game. There was nothing he could do, after all, but grit his teeth and bare it.

The past month had been a cock-tease hell. He was certain the woman teasing him at night was the same person, or perhaps couple of people, with how frequent and consistent they were. During the day, however, there was no telling. At work, at home, or when he was out in town, the teases were quick, random, and, dare he say it, playful.

Maybe the girls giggling in the corner of the bus were the ones who’d given him that little series of quick kisses to his balls. Maybe the older woman waiting in the line next his at the store, who’d given him a knowing smirk, was the one who gave him an affectionate pat on the ass with a psychic hand. Maybe the server at the noodle bar down the street was the one who gave him that thirty-second tongue rub on his cock when she set his glass down with a wink. Or maybe that teen who passed by, who was grinning and giggling nervously as she walked down the street with her friends, was the one who gave him a sudden erection as she tried, and failed, to get her newly awakened lust aura under control.

Those little teases he could handle. In fact, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t kind of enjoy some of it most days. Appreciate it, even. But the nightly teases, the intense stimulation and frequent edgings, and the fact that he hadn’t been able to cum in over a month, was making even the little teases unbearable. And no other woman had apparently pitied him enough to break his orgasm blocks or help him cum. No one since his mother had a month ago.

He still shuddered thinking about it. It was even less the idea of incest that upset him, but the fact that it was his mother, the one woman on Earth he felt he could trust not to sexually abuse him, the woman he had no choice but to live with right now, and thus could not escape if she ever did decide to go wild on him… ugh! Part of him knew she’d just been trying to help him, but he knew what a slippery slope Sex Magic could be. Two of his best friends had been totally fine with their girlfriends teasing them a little bit here and there for fun. Now, one of them was a full-time house boy who was forced to stay on his hands and knees most of the time, and the other was a cuckold who was only allowed to cum after he swallowed her lover’s seed out of her snatch.

It might have been an unreasonable fear, but the last thing he wanted was to become his own mother’s fuck toy. Knowing that she’d masturbated while absorbing some of his lust energy, he did not in any way want to get that ball rolling any farther. Thankfully, she had gotten the hint, but the trade off was that now his balls were constantly aching for release. It was getting so bad, he was starting to think he should apologize and maybe try to work something out with her. He just didn’t know how to even start. And given how he’d heard her pleasuring herself while he was teased numerous times by now, he didn’t even know if it was a good idea.

He sighed, and tried to ignore the erection, focusing on the game and hoping the tension would pass quickly. Hell, for all he knew, he was just getting hard because his blue balls were so bad, and this was a natural event for once. Maybe concentrating on racking up his headshot total would take the edge off his body’s reactions.

However, as the seconds ticked by, his cock kept getting stiffer. Soon it was at maximum tension, and then it just kept going, to the point where it started to hurt! Even when it couldn’t actually get harder, somehow the mental tension seemed to just keep climbing. Jack let out a gasp as his cock aimed for the ceiling like it was about to shoot right off his body! His shorts tented lewdly; he’d learn long ago that if he was going to bother to wear clothes, it had be loose fitting, to accommodate sudden erections. Even still, his cloth running shorts felt painfully constricting, despite being a size too large already.

This wasn’t just some passing wave of the Magic, and definitely not a natural hard on; this was a deliberate Hard Attack! Some woman was deliberately beaming commands of arousal straight into him, and overclocking his erection!

Jack dropped his controller and grabbed his desk in a white-knuckle grip, gritting his teeth and hissing, his eyes squeezed shut. For several long seconds, he fought the mighty urge to rip his clothes off and start jacking off, but he knew there’d be no point. He just prayed this would go quick.

He huffed for a few moments, bending over his desk, fighting his urges, before indulging in one small bit of relief. He hastily stood and pulled his shorts and shirt off, leaving himself naked. For a moment, letting his cock swing free gave him the slightest sense of relief. But then, the Hard Attack got even more intense! He let out a short cry and stumbled back onto his chair, death-gripping the arm rests. His cock was turning dark with blood, the veins bulging, the head purple and glistening with a line of pre-cum already seeping from the tip. Tingles of anticipation flickered over his organ. If his cock could talk, it would be pleading desperately for him to touch it. For anyone to touch it. To just have him start humping the floor just for any sort of stimulation!

Jack squirmed in his seat and whimpered. Counter-Strike was forgotten, and he ignored the messages from teammates asking him what the fuck he was doing, just sitting there letting his character get shot. When the match ended, he let himself drop from the group. There was no way he could play the game like this. Although the other guys online would understand his excuse, they didn’t need to know. Better they assume his connection got lagged or something.

He was trembling, his cock quivering, his breath heavy, as the minutes ticked by. He prayed the spell would stop, begging in his mind for the woman doing this to please spare him. Instead, it just kept getting worse, the tension slowly, slowly climbing, like the torturous turning of a thumbscrew. Or a cockscrew in this case. This was worse than what his night-time tormentress put him through! At least her teases were pleasurable, even if they were brain-meltingly intense. This was just pure torture!

As he leaned back in his chair, slouching into a more stretched out position, he almost jumped when he heard a knock on his door.

***

Beth, of course, sensed her son’s cock going hard the instant it started. She couldn’t help but smile with amusement. He was so long pent up that the lust energy he created was an instant warm wave of pure happiness washing over her. As she busied herself with getting ready to go out, she hummed along to the psychic tension she sensed from her son.

She checked herself over in the mirror. A yellow sundress with a delightfully low neckline, strappy white heels, and a white sash that caused the dress to hug her curves. Her blond hair was set in a long braid down her back, and she wore a necklace with a small red stone that settled nicely in the nook of her cleavage, enticing the eyes to look.

So dressed, she exited her bedroom, intending to walk right past Jack’s room. However, she paused, listening to the psychic tension of his cock. She’d never “heard” him this hard before. She frowned a bit, knowing just how badly he must be suffering. Surely, he was reaching his limit for this ridiculous silent treatment routine he insisted on. The timing was a bit bad, but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to check on him before she went out for the day. She went ahead and knocked on his door.

She heard a particularly loud grunt, though not nearly as “loud” as the psychic siren of his superhumanly tense erection in her mind. She took that as an affirmation to enter, and did so, holding back a chuckle at seeing her son writhe and whimper just from his poor, helpless penis being too hard to handle. He was going out of his mind fighting the urge to touch himself.

“Having fun in here, honey?” she said.

“Ah! M-mom! G-get out of here!” he huffed, turning his chair around so the back was facing her.

“Relax, I’m not going to touch it,” she said with a smirk. He moaned loudly and his cock jerked. She almost winced as his tension spiked high, and he yelped. “I just wanted to let you know that two of my friends will be coming by and we’ll be going out for the day. So if you need anything before I go…”

Jack turned and glanced at his mother and his eyes widened a bit for a moment. Beth held back a smile as the incredibly teased young man could only see a very attractive woman standing before him, his libido sparking higher for a moment, before he remembered he was looking at his mother.

He jerked his head to the side, but Beth capitalized on the moment. “Goodness, kiddo, you didn’t just think what I thought I just sensed you think, did you?”

“Sh-shut up! Are you doing this, you psycho?”

Beth let out a hurt scoff and put a hand to her chest. “Jack! You wound me! I’ve done exactly as you said, and not used my Magic on you at all! How could you even think such a thing?”

“You’re still absorbing my energy, aren’t you?!”

“Well, I can’t really help that,” Beth said. “Absorbing your energy is automatic. I mean, technically, that’s you using your magic on me. So, really, pointing that out just makes you look like a hypocrite.”

Jack grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at her. “Whatever! You don’t have to masturbate to it!”

Beth shrugged. “I can masturbate any time I want. You could, too, if you weren’t such a brat to the one woman who was willing to look out for you.”

“It is you, isn’t it?” Jack yelled, turning to face her again. Despite his situation, he found it very, very difficult not to let his eyes wander from his mother’s face down her shapely body, especially towards her cleavage. He had to look away after a moment and close his eyes again, turning his chair so the back was facing her again. “Y-you’re doing this to… to… to punish me! And make some kind of… of point!”

“Believe what you want, kiddo,” she said. “But I promise it isn’t me.”

Jack opened his mouth to say something, but instead let out a sharp cry as the tension in his cock spiked up high once more. His hips bucked clear off his seat, so hard that he slid forward, and the chair rolled out from under him. He landed on his ass on the floor and flopped like a fish for a few moments, until the pressure waned just enough to let him breathe again, albeit in short gasps.

Beth knew the magic was keeping him from getting truly hurt, so she managed to suppress a motherly pang of worry. Instead, she shivered slightly and felt her pussy moisten as she felt the wave of lust energy wash over her from the sudden surge of erotic pressure. If this was same woman that was teasing him at night, she was in vicious mood today, for whatever reason.

Jack turned and faced her, on his hands and knees. Tears were gathering in his eyes, and he grit his teeth. His jaw worked, and Beth gave him a sympathetic frown. She crouched down and leaned forward a bit, resting her elbows on her knees to gaze into his eyes. His eyes, meanwhile, struggled valiantly not to look at her cleavage, or try to stare up between her legs. Ordinarily, he’d be disgusted by his own urges to look at his mother in such a way, but the Hard Attack, and the month of blue balls were truly screwing with his head.

“Mom… please…” he whimpered.

“Yes, dear?” she said softly, with a gentle expression. She had never seen a man with such a pleading look on his face.

“Can you…” he swallowed hard. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear,” she said. She reached out and tried to cup his cheek. He flinched away, too ashamed to accept her touch yet.

“Can you… please… help me…?”

Beth frowned and let out a slow, ponderous sigh. “I don’t know, Jack. I might have been willing to try something before, but after you bitched me out and cold shouldered me for a month, I’m not sure I can just let bygones be bygones. Let’s be real, here, son. Most guys your age have found a woman to be with at this point. You should really have a girlfriend helping you out by now. It’s because you’re single that other women feel free to play with you like this.”

Jack winced as another surge of pressure squeezed his cock until he was nearly cross-eyed. Beth patiently waited for him to catch his breath, but didn’t stop herself from enjoying the show of his cock bouncing and twitching between his legs. At this angle, with him still kneeling down, his cock head was pointed right at her, a weeping eye gazing at her with a desperate plea for attention.

“Agh… I just… can’t… I don’t want… to be… some woman’s… little bitch boy…”

“You’re being one right now.”

“I… I just…”

“I’m sorry to say, but this is how it is between men and women these days,” she said. “If you want to be protected, you need to be with a woman who wants to protect you. And most women are going to expect to have that help reciprocated. And that means she has claim to your cock and your energy. That’s how a man provides for his woman these days. This is the compromise you’re going to have to make.

“If you’re lucky, you’ll find a nice, sweet girl who will spoil you with orgasms and take care of you like a real lover. If you wait too long to find such a girl, however, then the best you’re going to get is one of the psycho-doms who just keeps you in a pen with her other fuck toys.

“Until then, you’re only option is me. And I can’t just act as your mother forever, or you’ll never grow up. So, you know what that means, right?”

Jack shuddered, both from the thought, and from the still-overpowering tension. “I have to… give my cock… to you…?”

“That’s right. I promise I’ll take good care of it. And you. At least until you can find someone else.”

Jack shook his head. “N-no! You’re my Mom! I’m n-not gunna be… one of those… mother-fuckers!”

Beth sighed. “Well, unfortunately, as I said, protection spells don’t really work that well, or at all, unless the man you’re protecting is your lover.” She reached out once more time and cupped his cheek, wiping away a tear with her thumb. He reluctantly didn’t pull away this time. “Look, I never thought I’d be in this position, either, okay? I know it’s weird. But unless I do something sexual with you, there’s not much I can do shield you. I can’t just claim you as mine and not do anything; other women are going to know it’s a farce.”

Jack’s face strained as he struggled to turn this proposition over in his mind.

Hoping to get a laugh out of him, she put on a mock-sultry voice and said, “Come on, baby. Haven’t you ever wanted to go back inside me?”

Jack jerked away and shuddered. “Oh, fuck off!” he said, curling into a ball, turning his back to her again.

Beth forced herself not to laugh at her joke, and pouted at her boy. “Honey, I was kidding! Jeez, I’m sorry, okay? I was trying to lighten the mood a little.”

“Just go away! I don’t need your help if you’re just going to laugh at me!” he said, bitterly.

Beth smacked herself mentally, calling herself an idiot. Externally, she just sighed again and stood. “Alright, well, if you change you mind, just let me know.”

“Go away!” he yelled, though his voice trembled. She sensed the pressure in his cock surge once more, and he yelped like a kicked puppy. Pity at his condition struggled with anger at his stubbornness. She frowned and opened her mouth, but then heard the doorbell ring.

“My friends are here,” she said. “I’d say to try and get that thing under control before you tempt them to join in the fun, but I wouldn’t want to tell you what to do or anything.” So saying, she left him to writhe and whimper on the floor.

FOUR

Britney could barely stifle her laughter as she watched Jack with her senses. The poor, helpless boy just wanted relief so badly, but he refused to allow the one reliable woman in his life to help him. Well, she intended to get as much as could out of that situation today!

Beth had no idea her best friend was behind her son’s nightly torments, and Britney saw no reason to inform her. To be fair, it had merely started as a few harmless pranks, and Britney testing the limits of her powers, seeing how far she could reach with them, and how many men she could effect at once. Jack just happened to be one of the guys in her range, impressive, given he lived thirty miles away and she had barely seen him for several years. But once she touched him with her power, and got a good look at him through her psychic vision, she was rather stunned he’d grown into. He certainly wasn’t the scrawny little kid she used to baby sit any more! And there was something so delicious about his energy.

She hadn’t intended to keep doing it, except that on the night she swore was going to be the last time, it had just so happened to be the fateful night when Beth had come into her son’s room and helped him out. Even after she’d stopped her teasing spells, Britney had watched the whole exchange through the strange clairvoyance that Sex Magic allowed women to have with men. She’d been intrigued by the turn of events, and could not help herself from wondering what more might happen.

The past month had been a very amusing experiment in seeing just how long it would take poor Jack to break. She had a good feeling about today. This would be the turning point, she was going to make sure of it.

Since the start of her drive to Beth’s house, she’d projected her aura towards him, commands of arousal emanating from her breasts and vagina in a tightly focused, ethereal beam of unstoppable erotic compulsion. The closer she got, the more intense the Hard Attack became, until he was nearly blacking out just from the intensity of his erection as she pulled into Beth’s driveway.

Her sleek, white, classic convertible easily drew the eye, but anyone who noticed it would find their gaze narrowing towards and locking on the gorgeous redheaded supermodel who was driving. As she exited her car, her long legs and tight, sultry red dress and black heels kept the neighborhood men’s eyes riveted, coaxing their cocks to erection even without any magic as they scoped her out. Ordinarily, she might have sent tease spells there way, but she kept her power focused on Jack for now. She didn’t need to worry, though. Most of the men she had tempted to erection were already being teased or scolded by the magic of other women in the neighborhood.

As she walked towards Beth’s door, another car pulled up, and she waved merrily to her other friend, Heather. A brunette, tall and fit, came out, wearing a green sundress and simple brown flats, with a fancy wide-brimmed hat to match. Heather gave Britney a wink and pointed upwards towards a second story window which they both knew was Jack’s room. Heather had been in on Britney’s game for the past two weeks, and had even joined in on some of the teasing, also without Beth knowing. Britney winked back and grinned, and the two went to the door.

Beth opened it a few moments later, looking a little flushed. The ladies all hugged as Beth let them in.

“Geez, what is going on up there?” said Heather, pointing to the ceiling.

 Beth shrugged. “Some girl’s having fun with my son.”

“Seems like more than just some fun,” chuckled Britney. “Did he piss some chick off or something?” As she said that, she squeezed Jack with her aura again, and the three women jumped as they heard him yelp.

“I don't know,” said Beth. “She's been at him for over a month. I tried to help him out, but he won't let me.”

Heather cocked an eyebrow at her. “Help, huh? In what way?”

Beth recounted the incident and the tension that had been between them since.

“Oof, that’s rough, girl,” said Heather.

Britney made a derisive snort. “You know, if my kid had talked to me like that, I’d have ground his nuts to paste.”

“And that's why you don't have kids,” said Heather, prompting the three to laugh.

“Well, anyway, have we decided where we’re going today?” said Beth.

“I was thinking that Outlet Mall that opened up near Tensey. It’s a bit of a drive, but a friend was saying they really spruced the place up, got some new shops, and there’s this great new sushi place that opened up there.”

“Yeah, that might be cool,” said Beth, nodding.

Heather kept glancing at the ceiling. “Hey,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” Beth nodded, not really noticing where her friend was looking, and continued to talk to Britney.

Heather, meanwhile, climbed the stairs and headed to Jack’s room, following the psychic hum of his torturously hard cock. She could see right through the wall that the young man had managed to get himself up onto his bed, and was currently clutching at his mattress and writhing, his penis dark red and throbbing. She tapped the door with her cherry red nails in a quick drumming sequence. She didn’t wait for him to respond before opening the door.

“Yoo-hoo!” she said as she came right in.

Jack’s eyes went wide as saucers, and he nearly leaped off the side of the bed to hide himself. Instead, he grabbed his pillow and yanked it down over his crotch. “H-h-heather!” he said.

“Hi, Jack!” she said. “Good to see you!”

Too stunned to really thinking of what to say, Jack reflexively said, “Wh-what’s up?” He couldn’t quite keep the squeak out of his voice.

“You are!” she said with a laugh. She strode right up to his bed and sat down on the side, next to his hips. He tried to keep a grip on his pillow, but she easily plucked it from his grasp and tossed it aside, revealing his unbearably hard penis to her. “Goodness! You’ve grown bigger than I imagined!”

She chuckled as he blushed at the compliment, even as he was humiliated at being so casually exposed. One would think this would be nothing compared to the other violations women casually did with their magic, but there was still something embarrassing, and perhaps exhilarating, about being stark naked in front of an older, beautiful, and fully dressed woman, especially when that woman was one of his Mom’s friends.

She reached out a brazenly grasped his cock. Jack gasped as he felt a jolt through his whole body, then sigh as relief visibly washed over him. Heather smiled. “Better?”

“Oh, yes…” he breathed, reflexively. He jumped as she gave him a couple slow strokes, then leaned over and sucked his cockhead into her mouth. “Ah! H-heather!” It took only seconds from him to trigger, and his cock jerked in her mouth and hand, though no semen was forthcoming.

She released him with a soft pop from her lips, and pulled her hand away. Instantly, the terrible tension spiked once more right as he edged, and he writhed breathlessly. After several tense seconds, he sagged into the bed, huffing.

The edging seemed to bring him to his senses somewhat, and he shook his head, looking at Heather with surprise. “W-what do you think you’re doing?” he swallowed hard. “Did Mom put you up to this?”

“Oh, Beth would do no such thing,” Heather chuckled. She reached out and grasped him again, and the young man jerked in place.

“S-stop!” he said. “Let go!” he tried to reach for her hand to push her off him, but suddenly, he felt an invisible force clamp down on his wrists, and snap his arms back and to the side. The power similarly grabbed his ankles and hips, pinning him spread eagle to the bed.

“Hey!” he cried out. “Stop it! Wh-what are you doing?”

“I thought you might like some help,” Heather said with a pleasant smile.

Jack shuddered. “N-no… please… you’ll make it worse… I can’t cum right now…”

“Oh, well,” she said with a shrug. “At least my touch feels nice, right?”

Jack swallowed hard. It was true, her touch eased some of the unbearable ache of the Hard Attack, but it just meant his blue balls were going to ache more as her touch edged him again! Unless…

“C-can you… can you make me cum?” he said. “Please?”

Heather chuckled. “What a thing to ask! Sweetie, only sluts and white knights let boys cum so casually, just because their balls are all achy. Especially wicked boys. And you’ve been very wicked, treating Beth the way you have lately.”

“S-so you are doing this for her!” he said. He grit his teeth and gasped as Heather gave his cock a squeeze, and sent a sensation of pure electric pleasure shooting through his organ. He cried out as he edged again. Heather held him like that for several seconds, before backing off to let him breathe, and think, again.

“Well, I suppose I am, but this was not her idea,” she said. “Beth is nice Mom, who won’t punish her boy the way she should when he gets out of line.”

“P-please stop,” he said with a whimper.

“Nah.” She gave him another pleasure pulse that made him cry out like he’d been stabbed. He edged so hard his vision swam.

“Oh god… stop… please! Stop!”

Heather grinned wide. “Make me!”

Britney’s voice suddenly came from the door. “Hey, now! That’s just not fair is it?” Heather turned and saw her friend standing at the door, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed.

“B-b-britney!” gasped Jack. “H-h-help!”

“Oh, I intend to help alright,” she said. “Like I said, it’s totally not fair of you to just come up here and pin the boy down and play with him when he’s already so tortured. You’re hogging such a wonderful cock all to yourself!”

Britney smiled broadly as she strode over to Jack, and before the young man could protest, she leaned down and closed her mouth over his cockhead. His eyes first widened in shock, then scrunched closed in intense pleasure as Britney sucked on the first couple of inches, her tongue dancing over the sensitive glans. Already more than enough to take his breath away, she enhanced her touch by sending little bolts of magic pleasure tingling along his nerves. Jack mewed in helpless rapture. Heather helpfully held the cock up for Britney to suck, and she added another pleasure pulse of her own. Combined with Britney’s mouth, Jack let out a howl that the neighbors next door could hear.

After several seconds of being held right at the unbearable peak of ecstasy, seconds which felt like an eternity to Jack, the two women released him, and he sagged back onto the bed again, his vision swimming, his head spinning. He had very nearly blacked out. Britney flexed her aura around his cock, spiking his erection to painful intensity for several seconds to jolt the boy awake, before backing off just enough to let him try to catch his breath.

Both Heath and Britney were flushed from the rush of energy they absorbed, and they had the biggest grins on their faces. But a knock on the door interrupted their serenity. “If you’re done molesting my son, we should get going before the lunch specials end.”

“Aw, I want to play with him some more,” said Britney. “He’s just so hard! I haven’t seen young, teased cock this desperate in a while!”

“What about your two boyfriends?” laughed Heather.

“I have to share one of them with another friend whose way too spoiling, and the other’s just too much of a sweetie to tease this badly,” said Britney with a chuckle.

“Be that as it may, I thought we were going to have a girl’s day out,” said Beth, mock-pouting a bit.

“We could do both!” said Heather with a laugh. “Why not take him out with us? I think this poor thing could use some fresh air!” She poked at Jack’s cock, giving him another little zap.

Jack jerked in place and moaned. “Mom, make them stop!”

Beth sighed and shook her head. “I thought you didn’t want my help.”

“I don’t want you touching me with your Magic! But you can at least tell your friends to stop!”

“Rude!” said Britney. “We’re right here, you know!” She pointed at Jack’s cock he let out a shrill yelp as his cock began to vibrate like an electric dildo. The poor man whimpered as the strange sensations of his organ vibrating on its own both disturbed and pleasured him in ways he’d never felt before!

“Oh, you bitch,” said Heather breathily, looking at the buzzing organ hungrily. She squeezed her legs together. “You know I can’t resist a vibrating cock!”

Jack squirmed, gasping out his words. “Mom! Come on! Please! I’m sorry! Please make it stop!”

“Yeah, you said that last time,” said Beth, crossing her arms and giving the writhing boy a stern look. “Frankly, I don’t feel like putting up with being yelled at and insulted by my own son again.”

Jack whimpered. “Mom, plea—” His mouth clamped shut, and he whimpered in surprise.

Heather and Britney blinked and looked at Beth, who was pointing her finger at Jack’s face, glaring at him. She had just put a Gag Spell on him! “I don’t want to hear it!” she said. “Besides, what exactly do you expect me to do? I can’t stop their Magic, remember? You won’t allow such an arrangement.”

Jack tried to plea with his mind, thinking that should could turn their spells off, but Beth shook her head. “You said not to touch you with my Magic, remember? Well, turning off their spells, popping your orgasm blocks, all of that means touching you with my Magic. The exact opposite of what you want.”

“You could try to beat us up to make us stop,” said Britney thoughtfully. “But it’d be two on one!”

Heather shivered and let out a satisfied sigh as she let her fingertips run over Jack’s cock, feeling the deep vibrations enhance the energy he gave off. “Nah,” she said, smiling. “Pretty sure either one of us could kick her ass, so you can keep her busy while I played with her boy.”

“But I want to play with him too!” said Britney.

“We could switch off,” said Heather.

Beth rolled her eyes. “Wow, thanks. Some friends, huh, Jack?” She cracked her knuckles. “Maybe I should make you stop!”

“Try me bitch!” Heather said with a chuckle. She made a half-assed karate pose with one hand, but the effect was thrown off as she couldn’t resist continuing to touch Jack, and her attempt at a stern face was undercut with the dopey grin of her pleasure.

Britney was grooving off his energy directly, since it was her vibe spell teasing him. Her pussy was tingling and moistening with arousal, her clit and nipples stiff. If the three of them didn’t leave soon, there was a high chance they really were going to spend the day playing with the boy and not even go anywhere. She cut off the spell and Jack’s cock stopped its unnatural, high-speed quivering. The boy sagged once more, dizzy with sensation overload.

“Aw, I was just getting into it!” said Heather.

“Beth’s right, though, we really should get going,” said Britney.

“Such a shame,” said Heather, getting up from the bed. “I still say we take him with us.”

“Actually, not many places in town allow you to drag a naked man around and publicly tease him so brazenly,” said Beth. “Just in case there’s kids around or because they don’t want to set off the prudes.”

Heather pouted. “Darn. Oh, well. I suppose we can just keep casting spells on him all day.”

Britney suddenly grinned widely. “Oooo, I know exactly where we should go!” she said excitedly. “Forget the Outlet Mall, let’s go to The Red!”

Heather snapped her fingers. “Oh, of course! That would be great!”

Beth’s eyes widened a bit in surprise, then thought over it for a moment, and smirked at the idea. She’d never been there yet, but she’d heard only good things.

“That’s one place we can definitely take Jackie-boy here,” Heather continued. “I haven’t been yet, but this is the perfect time to check it out!”

All three women sensed a surge of sheer sexual panic as Jack’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes going wide as saucers. He tried to protest, but his lips were still sealed. He begged them in his mind not to do it. He’d heard the sort of things that happened there, his female co-workers giggling as they recounted stories, while his male co-workers blushed fiercely and tried to hide shameful erections.

The three laughed. “That sounds like a unanimous vote!” said Britney. “You think you’ve had it bad so far, Jack, you ain’t felt nothing yet!”

Jack whimpered as Britney flicked a finger at him, then pointed upwards. His body rose into the air, suddenly weightless. He felt a phantom hands clasp his cock and pull him forward. His cock twitched excitedly, but his mind was a whirl of panic and pleas that fell on deaf “ears”. He squirmed in mid-air, trying to break free, but his arms and legs were still being held by Heather’s binding spell.

The three headed out the door, dragging Jack’s nude body behind them like a balloon. Piling into Britney’s convertible, the four took off for a day of fun, Heather and Britney giving each other a mischievous wink. The Red, of course, had been their destination all along.

FIVE

As their hometown of Copperton got used to the presence of Sex Magic, attitudes toward the casual teasing of men, and the public displays of such teasing, became looser and looser. Sex Mages very quickly became adept at casting quick spells on the fly, and many a mischievous or vindictive woman happily forced men naked in public. This, however, posed a bit of a quandary as some women took things a little too far for others’ taste, and of course, the undying mantra of “think of the children” was evoked. Even the loosest woman understood that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to make a man pull his cock out and hump the floor at her feet in the middle of a McDonalds, right where little Susie and Tommy could see everything, probably traumatizing the poor kids, and definitely setting off their parents to kick the offending sexual deviants asses. Likewise, no group of humble church goers wanted to come out of Sunday mass only to be confronted with a magical spontaneous orgy floating in the park across the street. Society hadn’t decayed so far just yet as to throw out all pretensions of modesty.

What solution, then, was there for the folks who wanted to have fun outside their bedroom, and not get in trouble for it? Fantasies of public humiliation or casual open-air teasing were harder and harder to resist. For a handful of entrepreneurs, they saw a niche market that certain businesses could capitalize on.

Their solution was an old, small mall on the west end of town that had once been a thriving shopping center in the 1990s, but had been shut down and left to languish in the early 2000s while the city took its time figuring out what to do with the property. Then, in 2013, three years after Sex Magic had appeared, some brilliant young men, no doubt spurred on by the women in their lives, hit upon the idea of turning the old place into an adult-exclusive shopping and leisure space. The place had opened just eight months ago, and had been dubbed the “Crimson Illumination Mall”. That name was a bit of a mouthful, though, and soon enough, people had come to simply call the place “The Red.”

Although just one story, the mall was split into three sizeable branches, and held several exclusive shops catering mostly to women’s fashion and accessories, several sex shops selling toys and BDSM equipment, and several restaurants, one staffed by strapping, barely dressed young men that the female customers could play with, and another staffed by gorgeous waitresses who could pitch in for some of the teasing of the male patrons. There were also some shop areas that held no stores, but had been converted into play dungeons. Likewise throughout the mall, where one would normally see kiosks selling knick-knacks, there were instead naked men floating in the air, or strapped into elaborate racks, free for any woman walking by to touch, tease, and have their way with.

No one under the age of 18 was permitted to even stand on the parking lot, much less enter the building. Even then, no Sex Mage would go there unless she had good control of her powers. Freshly awakened Sex Mages who had a difficult time managing their abilities were very quickly overwhelmed by the wash of energies, which meant most women who came in were at least twenty years old, but the median age skewed closer to the twenty-five to thirty-five demographic.

Surprisingly, there was wider mix of ages for the men; though most of the male staff were in their early twenties, many male “customers” were older or younger, depending on which ever hapless male a mischievous young woman decided to take along. Which is not to say you wouldn’t find the occasional 40 to even 70 year old woman deciding to re-invigorate their now vastly expanded sexuality, just that it was mostly the younger generation of women who were the most eager to fully embrace their powers, while the men they dragged along had little choice in the matter, regardless of age.

Britney, Heather, and Beth felt almost giddy as they walked into The Red, dragging Jack behind them with an invisible psychic leash attached to his cock. The young man was hesitant, of course, being buck naked and his balls aching terribly already, but there was no resisting the women’s power. Throughout the whole car ride there, a nearly half-hour trip since they had left during the lunch rush of traffic, Heather and Britney had kept zapping him with little tease spells here and there, telling him what a great time he was going to have.

A few times, they passed a car, which gave a supportive honk or flashed a thumbs up at the ladies and while giving him wide grins. A few of those other drive-by women even zapped him with a few tease spells of their own, sudden quick licks, balls squeezes, light kisses on various spots of his body. He even felt a brief flick of a feather along his asshole, which made him jump and squeal, and made the three women in the car burst out laughing. If there were any prudes in this city, Jack had certainly never met them. All this was just an appetizer for what was to come.

His Hard Attack had finally subsided, whatever woman doing it to him getting tired of the trick, or perhaps sensing that other women now had a hold of him. This allowed him to be able to walk again, albeit it with a bit of a limp. He kept trying to walk slower as he approached the entrance to The Red, but Britney and Heather didn’t give him an inch, yanking him forward by his cock, forcing him to keep up with quick, jerky strides.

Jack was almost surprised at how few other men he saw were fully nude. He flushed red in embarrassment, but it took only a glance to know that, clothed or not, every man was sporting a diamond-hard erection, and nearly all of them were getting hit with tease spells left and right. Jack didn’t even get twenty paces through the main entrance before he started feeling little phantom zaps and flicks and pinches on his cock and butt. Britney and Heather looked back and giggled whenever he stumbled behind them from a particularly sharp zap. His Mom, however, didn’t even spare him a glance.

They stopped in a clothing shop, to peruse the dresses. Britney noticed the changing rooms had no doors, and were situated such that the store windows on the left gave everyone a full view of the changing women; customers tried on their clothes in full display, their hot bodies and lingerie giving the guys a cock-teasing show that left their dicks quivering.

Britney nudged Jack as they paused outside the store’s entrance. “You want to watch Mommy and her friends get changed?” she said, winking at him.

Jack shook his head in protest, even as his cock flexed at the thought. He still had his Gag Spell on, unable to part his lips. Britney giggled. “Too bad,” she said. “Why don’t you have a seat over on that bench?” She pointed to a wooden seat where a couple other men were staring, utterly entranced, at the women trying on their dresses.

Jack wasn’t keen on the idea of sitting between two other guys while naked and hard, but Britney gave him a light push towards the seat. “Stand if you like,” she said. “Just keep an eye on the windows.”

Jack positioned himself several feet behind the bench, leaning on a support column that the sitting area was situated around. His back against the cool marble, he tried to ignore the attention he drew from being one of the few fully nude men in the area. Instead, he watched the windows, as ordered. To be honest, there was already quite a show going on, and his cock and balls ached watching several young women strip, then take their time choosing what clothing to wear. Everything they did was with a slow, sultry deliberation. The women knew exactly what they were doing, drawing out the sight of themselves for maximum male frustration.

As Jack’s eyes flickered over their enticing figures, one young woman in particular caught his eye. Even dressed only in red panties and bra, he recognized her dark hair and lithe figure, and even though her back was to him, when she turned her head a bit, he recognized her profile. It was Judy, one of his co-workers at his store. He gulped, and tried to force his eyes away, but it was too late. Judy turned quickly, and snapped her gaze right to him. She blinked, then grinned as she recognized him, and he found his eyes locked onto her.

In a panic, he risked disobeying his orders, and turned to try and walk away, but he felt Magic seize him. He was pushed back against the wall, and a hot, wet pressure enveloped his cock. Judy winked at him, grinning, and then went back to looking over her dress, holding it up against her, keeping her back bare to him, then slowly slid the thing on. The Magical pressure, a phantom pussy, slowly moved up and down on his cock and he shuddered with pleasure, breathing heavily.

Other men watching the show noticed this, and shifted uncomfortably, edging away from him a bit, though a couple men stared almost enviously at his bouncing, dripping cock. For nearly ten minutes, Judy forced Jack to watch her change, all while fucking him with just her thoughts. Jack whimpered as she coaxed him with an almost painfully slow pace towards climax. When she finally exited the booth, satisfied with her choices, she turned and winked at Jack, blowing him a kiss. The phantom pussy squeezed his cock and he edged so hard, he yelped loud enough, even through his muffled lips, to draw the eyes of everyone around. Laughter and some clapping filled his ears as he was left dizzy with the aftershocks of his failed climax.

And then it was Britney and Beth’s turn at the booths, Heather apparently passing. Jack whimpered as he was forced to endure the shame of being aroused at the sight of his own mother in her underwear. He heard giggles from girls around him, and he was sure some were mocking his thoughts, though he couldn’t turn to look and see if he was the one being pointed at. His cock was still twitching when, twenty minutes later, the three ladies came back out, Britney and Beth each with a bag.

“Well, you had some fun already!” said Heather with a laugh. No doubt they’d sensed the surge of his edging from Judy and laughed their asses off.

“Be a good boy and carry these, would you?” said Britney. She held out her bag, as did Beth.

Dutifully, Jack obeyed, hoping that maybe they wouldn’t tease him quite so much, lest they risk him dropping their goods. Then he remembered they could control his body so well, it probably didn’t matter. He gulped in dread and stepped in place right behind them. He noticed several other men giving him sympathetic glances, but no one, of course, could do anything meaningful to help him.

SIX

Three hours went by as Jack was dragged from store to store, and the women took their time perusing through the goods. They didn’t buy too much more, just a few more articles of clothing, some jewelry, and Heather got a short stack of old romance novels from the small bookstore (as if anyone really came there for serious reading). Jack, of course, had to carry all of it, while being sniped from all sides by magical teasing flicks, zaps, strokes, pinches, and kisses, even as Britney and Heather kept the psychic leash tight around his cock, tugging it frequently to move him along. He edged at least a dozen times.

The three women even stopped at a couple of the “tease kiosks” of naked men strapped up in the middle of the halls, taking their turns stroking, sucking, and tickling their cocks and balls. Jack tried desperately not to be envious of the men as he watched his mother deep throat them until they were gibbering pleas for mercy. Tried and failed.

Worse still, Jack got mistaken for being one of the tease toys! And Britney and Heather tag teamed one of the floating men, Beth went off to bathroom, leaving Jack to stand a few feet away from the show. Setting down the goods he’d been carrying, he stood tall and closed his eyes, trying to get some measure of calm while his three slave drivers were distracted. Unfortunately, several women took this as a sign that he was part of the tease display. They came up to him and started brazenly touched him, grabbing his cock and enveloping him in phantom sucks and squeezes. One girl even leaned down and sucked him with her actual mouth for a few seconds, while her boyfriend was forced to watch, his cock throbbing in his pants. Jack, still not allowed to talk, was unable to protest as he got mobbed by the passing women. When he tried to back away, he found himself frozen in place, unable to escape.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Britney and Heather giggling off to the side, watching him be used. It wasn’t until Beth returned that they finally stepped in and explained to the other Sex Mage shoppers that he was not, in fact, one of The Red’s free Tease Boys. Jack was pretty damn certain they all had known that, but he was in no position to call their bluff.

He was, however, close to the breaking point by then. His cock and balls were on fire with pressure and sensitivity and constant teasing, his mind frying from all the sex. Part of him was yelling himself that if he had just accepted his mother’s deal in the first place, he wouldn’t be in this situation! That part was beginning to sound less and less crazy.

Jack felt tears well up in his eyes. The whole time Britney and Heather led him around, Beth acted like he was barely there. Had he truly pissed her off that much, that she was content to not only let her friends use him for their pleasure, but she felt no sympathy as hundreds of strangers teased him blind? He knew she’d wanted to help him, but the thought of sex with his own mother repulsed him, and he didn’t dare start down the slippery slope of becoming her plaything. Such a fate would be the worst thing for a man trying to make his own way in a world full of Sex Mages. Or so he’d thought.

Right now, if he were being completely honest with himself, he’d be willing to fuck his mother right here in the middle of The Red if it meant he could leave this insane cock-tease free-for-all, and finally be given relief before his sanity completely snapped!

The women weren’t done yet, though. They finally decided it was time to catch a meal, and had settled on a nice looking restaurant, the one staffed by the cute girls who loved to pitch in on the teasing. The hostess beamed seeing the nude, very fine body of Jack, and as she smiled at him, he felt a peppering of psychic kisses all along his cock until he shivered and twitched in place. The women laughed again, leaving him flushed, and the hostess led them to a table.

“Ah, this was such a great idea!” said Heather.

“I know, right? God, I haven’t felt this jazzed in, like, ever!” Britney glanced at Jack. “We might have to put you to use when we get back to your house. It’s taking all I have not to just rub one out right now!”

“You know, you could go to one of the dungeons here,” said Heather. “They’ve got guys ready to go.”

“Nah,” said Britney. “We’ve been here long enough. We should leave after we eat. Besides, I’ve had Jackie-boy’s cock on mind all day today.” She winked and his cock twitched as her thoughts tickled his over-teased organ.

Jack could only whimper. The chairs had arms on them, and Heather had immediately clamped his arms down along them, as well as magically tying his legs to the legs of his chair, and his torso to its back. Jack sat fully pinned down once more, his throbbing cock just barely poking its tip past the top of the table.

Just then, the waitress appeared, a cute, petite brunette, whose smile would have made Jack’s heart skip a beat. She smiled and greeted the woman, while giving Jack a knowing grin. Jack could only whimper as the psychic mouth paused to suckle his cock head, sending sharp twinges of pleasure shooting through him. He flushed red with humiliation, being so displayed to this stranger, and helplessly teased before her. In another life, she looked like the sort of girl Jack would ask out for a date, but in a world of Sex Mages, she was another wicked tease who would bring him to his knees just for a giggle.

The waitress, who’d introduced herself as Carrie, took the lady’s orders first, naturally. Beth got a sandwich, while Heather and Britney ordered salads.

“And what will the young man be having?” said Carrie, feasting her eyes and senses on his hyper-teased cock. Jack felt her thoughts caress his mind. “Jack, right? Heehee, looks like your jack-in-the-box is already sprung!” The four women laughed at her incredibly lame joke, more due to the young man’s deep blush. She paused and motioned towards him while looking at the other women. “May I?” she said.

Beth waved towards him with a thin smile. “Please, he’s untaken. Do whatever you like.”

Jack wailed in his mind at how casually his own mother was willing to sell him out. Carrie reached down and let her fingers lightly caress his cockhead. His hypersensitive organ twitched and jerked under her light touch, and the girl let out a shuddering breath, shivering as she absorbed a strong hit of his lust energy.

“Oh, goodness, you’re really putting the squeeze on this poor guy!” she said. She giggled and pulled her hand away, licking the pre-cum off her fingertips. “Well, will you be eating in that condition, sir? Or would you like something to go?” She giggled. “I’m afraid I can’t get you something to come, unfortunately.”

Again, another round of laughter from the ladies as Jack flinched at such lame humor. Maybe in that other life, he would have asked her out, then changed his mind once she opened her mouth.

“Aw, don’t be like that, sir,” she said, reading his mind easily. “I can promise you, my oral skills are top notch in other areas.”

A second psychic mouth joined the first, performing a slow, sensual suck that made his eyeballs bulge. His hips jerked in place, his toes curl, and he let out a shrill moan. If he hadn’t already been pinned down with magic, he would have bucked himself clear off the seat. Carrie winked at him, then released him right as he edged fiercely. She released her mouth spell, and Britney did the same, letting the poor boy sag into his seat and catch his breath.

“He’ll have the same sandwich as me,” said Beth. “But we will take it to go. It might be a little dangerous for him to eat right now.”

“Aw, what a nice Mom,” said Carrie.  “So thoughtful and protective.” She gave him another wink, then went off to fill their order.

“Wow, what a cutie,” said Heather. She grinned at Jack. “Maybe if you jerk off thinking about her, she’ll send you some helpful little spells later.”

Jack could only whimper in response.

“Okay,” said Britney. “I suppose now’s as good a time as any address the elephant in the room. You, Jackie-boy, are going to find your cock tortured like this all the time, until you get a woman to look out for you. Right now, the only woman you’ve got is your mother. Sweet soul that she is, she seems more than willing to help, but you’ve been nothing but a brat to her for even offering.”

Jack tried thinking his most sincere apologies and pleas to his Mom, but Beth just gave a little “hmph” and looked to the side, becoming suddenly very engrossed in her phone.

“Aw, Bethy, don’t be like that,” said Heather, in a voice of mock-concern.

“He made it very clear he doesn’t want my help, so I don’t know what else there is to say.”

“Well, I’m married, and Brit’s already got a full plate of boys,” said Heather with a grin. “So, neither of us can really take him. Not full time anyway!” She nudged Jack and he shivered as another jolt made his cock jerk several times.

“And you’re a bit young for me,” said Britney. She reached over and tapped his cock, and his whole body clenched as a surge of tension and teasing pleasure went through him. “Not that I’d turn down a quick ride on this thing, mind.”

“Fuck him all you like,” said Beth, not looking at her son.

“I might take you up on that,” said Britney. “Still, it would feel like cheating to let my best friend’s boy cum without her permission. Don’t you think Heather?”

Heather reached over and tickled his cock head with her fingertips, letting out a soft moan of delight. “Oh, definitely. We wouldn’t want to be disrespectful, unlike a certain little brat.”

Jack tried to plead with them in his thoughts. He was afraid to fuck his own Mom. He’d be seen as a freak.

“It’s not that weird,” said Britney. She leaned in close. “Believe it or not, well before I got the Magic, I was already a hell of a cocktease.” She grinned. “And I learned everything I knew from a friend of mine, her Mom, and her Dad.”

Beth and Heather’s eyes widened. “Really?” said Beth. She was rather skeptical of this story, given she’d never heard it before. But she sensed Jack’s attention was now focused on Britney’s words. Britney turned her head just enough that Jack couldn’t see when she winked at the other two.

The two ladies grinned. Britney was fucking with the poor guy, opening up the possibilities in his mind. “Oh yeah,” she said, leaning forward conspiratorially, in a way that just happened to give Jack the perfect side-view of her cleavage. “Her Dad had a raging foot fetish, and some nights, her Mom would make him lie on the floor and use his face as a foot rest while she watched TV. Meanwhile, my friend would lie between her Dad’s legs and play with his cock. He was told if a single drop of cum got on her, he’d get caned on his ass for being so disgusting as to get his goo on his own daughter. There was a four month period where they were doing this little routine every weekend, and a couple times, I got invited over to participate. My friend was so good at sucking her Daddy’s cock, she could hold him on the edge for hours! I had to practice on a lot of boyfriends to get that good, but that’s where I first learned all about edging.”

Britney chuckled. “I haven’t talked to that friend in ages. I can only imagine what she might be doing to her Dad now that she has Sex Magic!”

Jack jerked in his seat as he felt another phantom mouth close over his own cock, slowly, lovingly sucking him. He squirmed and grunted. He was still locked in place, restricting his movements, but couldn’t help but fight against the invisible bonds.

“My husband’s sister fucked with him all the time with her Magic,” chimed in Heather. “I met him when he was her plus-one at a Rock Party. Poor guy was totally her dog. Sometimes she still comes over to give him a walk, if you know what I mean.”

Jack writhed in his seat as the oral spell continued. He was so hyper-sensitive it took him only seconds to edge. He looked at his Mom tearfully, and begged her in his mind. Please, Mom. I’ll do it! I’ll do anything you want! I’m so sorry I rejected you!

Beth finally looked back at him with a frown. “You know what it means, Jack. Do you really think you can handle it?”

He didn’t care. He was going to go insane if this didn’t stop. He nodded vigorously. Even if it meant fucking his own mother, he had to make this cock-tease nightmare end!

Beth smirked and said, “I’ll think about it. Right now, though, I’d like to enjoy my meal.”

Right as she said that, Carrie came back with their food, and she giggled seeing Jack jerk and whimper in another edging. When he hands were free, she reached down and gave his cock head another tickle, and Jack whined pitifully when he felt a matching psychic hand tickle his balls.

“You poor, poor thing,” she said. “So much pressure in such a fragile body. And in such a beautiful cock! You must have been a bad boy, huh?”

“Oh, he’s a very bad boy,” said Britney. “He wants to stick in his own mother! What a weirdo, huh?”

Carrie’s eyes went comically wide, then she burst out laughing. She let her psychic hand move up to squeeze and stroke him, keeping him right on the edge. She pat the sweating, writing boy on the head. “It’s okay sir,” she said between laughs. “My brother has the same problem!”

Jack went red as a beet and completely gave up as the other women laughed along with her.

SEVEN

Jack didn’t think it was possible, but as they finally left the Red, the torment of his cock only got worse! Heather and Britney climbed into the back seat of the convertible with him, and as Beth drove them home, both women took turns sucking him. They barely waited for Beth to fully pull into the driveway, before they leaped from the car, practically running to the door, floating Jack behind them. Once Beth let them in, they pinned him to the living room floor and immediately started stripping.

Britney was just fast enough that she beat Heather to his cock, impaling her already dripping pussy onto the helpless boy’s organ. She shrieked and shuddered, nearly cumming just from the first touch. Heather, letting out a hurt cry, wasn’t to be outdone, and she immediately sat on Jack’s face, using magic to compel him to start licking just the way she liked. The two women satiated themselves on the helpless boy all while his mother watched.

Beth, for her part, stripped down and sat on the couch, then started touching herself to the show. She was just as wet and riled up, and the familiar wave of Jack’s energy, now coaxed into a tsunami of male desperation, spurred her to multiple intense orgasms without her even needing Magic stimulation to enhance her pleasure.

After several hard climaxes, Heather managed to convince Britney to switch off, taking Jack’s cock for herself as Britney accepted his tongue. Jack was utterly overwhelmed, his mind fried with sex, a mere plaything for the wicked women to use as they saw fit. And the only woman who might have helped him, whom he had rejected so fiercely out of some misplaced sense of disgust and paranoia, satisfied herself watching his suffering.

Through the haze of torment, Jack managed to make enough of his thoughts coherent, and he pleaded with her. Mom… please… help…!

Beth, moaning in pleasure, responded telepathically. Oh, sweetie, are you sure? Are you really, really sure?

Yes! Jack pleaded. Yes, please, fuck me, use me, whatever you need to do! Just make them stop! Please make me cum! I’ll do anything you want, just please make it stop!

Britney and Heather sighed with satisfaction and looked at their friend. They pulled off the exhausted young man, leaving him drenched in their juices. Beth slid down off the couch and crawled over him. “Okay, sweetie,” she whispered huskily. “It’s okay. Mommy’s here. I’ll protect you. I promise.” She then slid back, taking him inside.

Jack was right, this was fucked up, and yet she didn’t care. Her own son’s cock was inside her, and it was the sweetest feeling in the world. She didn’t even move on him, just let the energy play between them, surging with an intensity she had never felt before. She threw her head back, mouth agape, eyes rolling up, her hands clutching his chest and she screamed loud enough that her friends winced. She came, more savagely than she ever had in her life. And as she did, her Magic flooded her son’s body and disintegrated his orgasm block completely. Jack howled as he finally, finally came, deep inside his mother.

The rest of the night was a blur of sex, Britney and Heather joining back in, Jack passed between them, but he was only permitted to cum inside Beth. He exploded a half dozen times, and there was no telling how much each of the women climaxed. Everything eventually dissolved into darkness.

***

By the time Jack came to his senses again, it was early afternoon the next day, and he was lying in his bed. He felt a little different, but in a good way, as though he could feel this vague, but pleasant sensation of warmth around his body. He felt like someone was lovingly holding him. He noticed that his cock was soft, his balls were finally empty, and he felt this strange sense of relief, like he knew he didn’t need to worry about being teased any time soon.

He went downstairs to see his Mom dressed in a robe, making some coffee. She smiled at him and blushed a little. As she did, Jack could feel the vague sense of warmth give him an affectionate squeeze. He knew in that moment, the sensation around him was her shield, protecting him from the wicked touch of other women’s tease spells. He blushed as well, and smiled nervously.

He opened his mouth to say thanks, but she shook her head, already knowing. Instead they hugged, and Jack had to acknowledge how good her body felt in his arms. Maybe it was screwed up, but he found he no longer cared. Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad arrangement after all.