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She came with some clothes in hand and I felt her presence strengthen in my mind.

"Wow. That's weird," I said.

"What is?" she asked me, pausing on her way out of the kitchen.

"Nothing."

}Don't leave.{ The thought sort of slid, echoing through the cave and into my mother there.

"Don't leave," she said, and turned to walk out.

"What?" I asked.

"Dunno why I said that..." She looked a little confused. "The thought just popped into my head."

What the hell? That was something. That was amazing. The thought had come from me, moved, echoing through the cave and entered her mind. I wondered if the thoughts I could send were just words or actual thoughts. Obviously, I couldn't just send commands... that didn't work. I was sending thoughts. That was... I don't know what that was. Bizarre.

I wanted to try this out.

}I want to stay in the kitchen.{ I moved the thought into her. At the doorway she paused and looked around, then put the clothes down on the table and headed over to the coffee percolator.

"I better have some coffee before I go," she said, pouring herself some.

OK. That could have been coincidence.

I couldn't help myself: }I want to open my bathrobe.{

My mother put the newly poured cup of coffee on the counter and undid the rope belt that held her bathrobe closed. She slid it open. God she was beautiful! Full, round breasts with largish, pink nipples. Her pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into the perfect exclamation mark. Her belly was flat, but she was over 40, and her body was obviously just a little round. I was immediately hard.

Her face flushed bright red. "What the hell am I doing?" She started to pull the robe closed. "What was I thinking..." }I want to leave it open. I don't mind if he sees me.{ I felt a resistance there, as my words tried to slide into her. The pressure built up in my mind as she resisted. Her hands paused as she started to close her robe, but did not stop. I pushed harder, and the words, one by one, moved through the cave and into her.

Her hands stopped. Then reversed. Her robe remained open. God I wanted to touch her. But maybe now was not the time... Maybe I should learn more before I acted.

What had happened to me?