Malpractice Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds REPOST
Date: 10/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Teen, Mind Control, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Romance, Author: Dadachum, Source: sexstories.com
Chapter Three My New Stomping Grounds THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, AND ALL OF THE CHARACTERS PORTRAYED HEREIN ARE OF 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER. I had crossed a line with my sister, Jordan. But I swore to myself that I wouldn't take it any further. Using my strange new ability, I had made her want to show me her breasts, and from there I had eaten her out and had her suck my cock. I even came on her big, soft tits! I'd never imagined her to be such a fierce cocksucker, and part of me was dying to see her in bed. But that was too far. My morals were already stretching, and I had to make an effort to keep some level of decency. That said, I had no qualms about using my newfound ability to control people's urges to get a head in the pickup race. As far as I could tell, no one was left scarred or somehow freaked out my by mental intrusions, and so I rationalized this very questionable practice as harmless. After all, if I could make any woman really want it, it wasn't technically rape. Of course, a voice inside me kept insisting the whole thing was wrong. And I suppose I knew all the time that it was, at its core, immoral. In the words of Steve Buscemi (or rather his screenwriter): We all need to decide for ourselves how much sin we're able to live with. I figured that, in order to keep this ability out of the house, I'd do best to exercise it somewhere else. I needed some practice, as my head always started to ache whenever I started using it. Or... didn't the headaches come first? ... I didn't remember. But that was part of what today would be all about. Practice. And what better place to practice mind control than the mall? On Sunday I took the bus to Rotterdam Station, and from there took the train into the city. I walked about for a while, until I reached the downtown mall. It was a large strip with a glass ceiling and loads of stores, restaurants and cafés. Everywhere people where buzzing around, carrying shopping bags from Gap, H&M, and more. How many clothes do people wear? I buy a shirt and it lasts me at least a good couple of years, but I digress. I was standing around in quaint little teashop. Drawers and racks of boxes with different exotic teas littered the cramp place, and the air was a softly sweet and relaxing mix of teas and herbs. There was a speaker in the corner humming out some relaxing synthetic orchestral music. I was amazed to recognize the song. Jordan had played it in her room more than once. Some famous Japanese modern composer, Susumizu Hickeyzawa or something like that. Other than me there were two people in the store, save the proprietor. An old man, maybe in his sixties; and a woman in her late thirties, around the same age as my mom by the look of her. I got an idea. I remembered how I had to make brief eye contact to use my powers. As they passed each other, I caught the old man's glance and sent into him That woman is your wife I felt a bit torn on this. These were just pranks, sure, but I might cause a scene. However, even ...