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.
