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I continued sucking the rubbery flesh between my lips, as my mother’s hands guided me from one creamy breast to the other. Her coos and moans of joy filled my ears despite her hands covering them as she guided my motions. A strange thing began happening as I teasingly flashed my tongue across her sensitive nipples.

I began to see a dusty cloud form to the side of my mother’s image in my mind. As I concentrated on the strange cloud I began to see words forming. At first it didn’t make sense, but as the moments passed by, I could make them out. “God, this feels so good.” “It has been so long since I’ve felt this way.” “I can’t believe I have gone so long without being so happy.” They were her words! Her thoughts! I could read her thoughts as I concentrated on the dusty cloud.

“This feels so good…,” her thoughts continued to stream, “… but it is wrong.”

I jumped when I sensed her questioning her actions. I had to fix the problem immediately. >This feels good.< Once again it slid in easily. >Feeling good is right.< >This is good.< >This is right.<

I watched the cloud reformulate her last thought so that it read, “This feels so good, and it is right.” A split second later my mother groaned, pulling my head into her chest. I continued feasting on the offered nipple as I carefully monitored her thoughts.

I grew amused as I watched the tendrils of thought ramble through her mind. An idea crept into a corner of my mind, as I wondered if I could manipulate her thoughts and push them right back. That would give me less resistance than if I had just pushed my thoughts into her.

“I can’t believe I have missed out all these years.” I reformulated the words in the cloud and sent them right back. >I have to make up for all the missed years.< The words transformed instantly, moments later my mother was sitting on my lap, her legs straddling me. “I can’t believe how big he’s gotten.” Reformulated: >”I can’t believe how big his cock’s getting.< I was worried that an explosion was going to occur, but the words quickly reappeared. My mother was now grinding her hips down on my raging boner, sliding along its generous length. It was much easier to reformulate her thoughts than to push my own into her.

Now that her thoughts and feelings were transformed, the tendrils were becoming more explicit. “I can’t believe how horny I am.” Reformulated: >I can’t believe how horny he makes me.< “I’m getting so wet.” >He’s getting me so wet.< “He’s magnificent”

I had succeeded in transforming her thoughts to concentrate on me, rather than herself. There was more work to be done. >His cock’s magnificent.< The manipulation was easier and easier as her resistance lowered. Her breathing rate had increased, as well as her writhing motions, nearly causing my cock to explode. The only thing stopping me was the concentration on the image in my mind. “He is making me feel great.” >His cock is making me feel great.< “He wants his mother.” >He wants his hot, sexy mother.< The heat between our bodies increased and the sweat was pouring out as my teeth raked across her nipples, sending shockwaves through her. “I wonder what his cock is like.” >I want to like his cock.< I knew it sounded awkward, but I was working with the words floating in her cloud. As soon as I saw it formulate, I shifted it again. >I want to lick his cock.<