I couldn't believe I was balls deep in my own mom's sopping pussy.I began fucking my mom, but with the fucking she'd already received, she was so wet ...I was gliding back and forth effortlessly. Wondering how far I could take this sex slave whore my mom seemed to be, I pulled out all the way and re-aligned my cock with her backdoor. I pushed forward and my mom groaned into my aunt's pussy. As I continued pushing forward my mom ground her ass back, aching for more until I was 3/4 deep, then she. In about two weeks it was all but forgotten about onthe news, who cares about some nobody kid in some small town, was thegeneral attitude of the public these days.I do, but what can I do?I can meld minds with other people and just go along for the ride, or Ican control them either a little...or completely, but...I have only done itto people I know; just for the record, no one knows I can do this.Can you imagine what the government would do to me if they ever foundout? I would be locked up in. We finally had each other to fulfil all our teenage sexual fantasies with. I was his slave and he was mine.This one weekend, there was a party at one of our classmates house in Bangalore. His parents weren’t in town and this party was wild. A lot of people were drinking and dancing and having a good time. Adarsh dragged me upstairs. I willingly followed him into a bedroom, and we shut the door. To our surprise, there was already a couple making out in there. The lights were off and we couldn’t. She slid herlegs out of the car carefully so as not to let her flowery dress ride upand walked carefully across the cobbles in her sensible heels."Oh, my dear William... whatever is the matter?" she asked. William lookedup at her and burst into tears.After a cup of tea and several more emotional outbursts, Aunt Daphnefinally got an understanding of the situation."So, what you are saying is my awful brother has cut you off and thatCynthia has died in an accident in Italy? Oh dear, that's.