The Itch

As morning rolls around, I slowly start to rouse from my sleep, only to find myself tossing and turning in my bed. The more I try to get comfortable, the more difficult it seems to get, which then causes me to wake up even further. Eventually, I realize that my effort is pointless and just decide to get up for the day. As I sit up and stretch, I notice something sticking up from the sheets. I momentarily assume Luck is under there again, but the thought is quickly dismissed, as this lump is not nearly as big. After examining it for a moment, I feel an odd sensation run through my body. It's a bit difficult to describe. My best comparison is that it's like an itch deep inside me that I have seemingly no way to scratch. However you want to describe it, it's definitely noticeable.

I shake off the weird feeling before lifting up the cover and seeing my throbbing cock standing to attention underneath. Woah. Talk about some morning wood. I don't think I've ever been this hard first thing in the morning, though maybe that's just because my dick has never been this large. Without really thinking, I reach out to touch my boner, and the second I make contact with it, the same feeling rushes through my body once again with even more intensity. Instantly, I feel the need to jerk off. I actually have to fight the instinct to wrap my hand around my shaft.

What's wrong with me? Why am I so horny? I'm not exactly sure, but one thing I do know for sure: I kind of wish Luck had woken me up with a blowjob again.

Huh? Did I seriously just think that? God, all her sex talk must really be starting to get to me. Note to self: never tell her that I briefly fantasized about her blowing me. She'd never let me live that down. But anyway, I really don't have time for this. I need to get ready for work. Alright, Kyle. It's just an elevated level of blood flow. All you need to do is calm down and it should go away, no problem.

It takes a bit of effort, but I am eventually able to get my penis soften up again. As it does, the desire to get off drops substantially. Thank goodness. Now that I've fixed that problem, I hop out of bed and get ready for the day. Although given how the past couple of days have gone, I doubt I'm completely ready for whatever Luck has cooked up. Still, I at least feel decent, which is something.

My next concern comes when I'm ready to leave my room. As I reach for the door knob, my mind flashes back to the previous day, where my mom nearly pounced on me as if she was in heat. She's not still like that, is she? That would cause a lot of problems for everyone. And I just don't know if I can handle that right now. Or ever, if I'm being honest. I open the door just a crack and tentatively peer out into the hallway. I don't see or hear anyone, so I take the opportunity to sneak past my parents' room and down the stairs.

As I get to the first floor, I notice my mother's work boots aren't sitting by the door, which should theoretically mean she's already left for work. If that's the case, then that's a huge relief. I am a little concerned about her being out in the world in whatever state she's in, especially since I still don't actually know what Luck did to her yet. But overall, I think the ease I feel from her not being here outweighs my worry about what she's up to. I know I can't run away from her forever, but I'll take what I can get for now.

Something else I find interesting is that Luck is still nowhere to be seen. She joined me for breakfast yesterday morning, so I just assumed she would do the same today. I hope she's not too upset about what happened last night. I'm starting to get used to her being around, so it feels odd being alone right now. Though maybe that's just the Stockholm syndrome beginning to settle in.

Anyway, I have a hard time believing she'll be gone for long, so I decide to let her show herself when she's ready. For now, I cook a bit of breakfast, then sit down at the dining room table to eat. Not long after, my mother Alana enters the room, humming softly to herself, which is unusual. She's not really the humming type. I actually do a bit of a double take when she walks in, as something else seems a bit off about her this morning.

The brunette moves through the house with a blazer slung over her shoulder, which isn't all that uncommon. What is uncommon, however, is the rest of her outfit. The skirt she's wearing today is significantly shorter than the ones she's worn the past two days, and rather than a normal button-up blouse, she's instead wearing a simple t-shirt. The shirt also seems a bit on the translucent side, as I can make out the colored strips on her bra underneath. In fact, that bra's shape combined with her low-cut shirt also ends up drawing a lot of attention to her impressive cleavage.

I feel my face go red as I **** myself to look away. W-was I just... staring at my mother's tits? What the hell?! That's my mom! And a few days ago, she was my dad! I try to look down at my food, but as Alana gets something of her own to eat, I can't help but notice the way her boobs bounce and jiggle with each step she takes. What the fuck is wrong with me today?! I swear to god, if this is Luck's doing, I'm going to kill her!

"You okay?" I hear a voice ask, snapping me back to reality.

I look up and see Alana staring at me while leaning over the table, which causes me to glance back down at her big tits again. I **** myself to look the woman in the eyes, and while she doesn't exactly look concerned, the normal scowl she has whenever we make eye contact isn't actually there right now.

"Uh... I'm... I'm fine. I was just surprised to see you dressed like that," I explain. "You normally wear the same style of business suit every day."

Alana looks down at her outfit before looking away and shrugging.

"It's Casual Friday..."

What? My dad never wears casual clothes, Friday or otherwise. Actually, is it even Friday? I pull my phone out of my pocket and check the date. Huh. It guess it is. I hadn't even realized. Still, I didn't even know she had an outfit like that. I definitely haven't seen a male equivalent, that's for sure.

"You've never participated in Casual Friday before," I note.

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Get off my back," Alana groans in a much more familiar tone. "I just thought it would be nice to look a little more... pleasant..."

After saying that, Alana seems to tense up ever so slightly. It only lasts for a slip-second, but it was definitely there. She quickly recovers and takes a seat next to me as she begins eating. However, almost as soon as she sits down, I notice her glance down in my direction. As soon as she does, her gaze freezes as her eyes go wide. What is she doing?

I follow her eyeline, which leads to my crotch. When I look down at myself, I realize that I'm super hard again, alongside that same internal itching sensation. Shit! It takes me a second to figure out what happened, but I soon come to the conclusion that it must have happened when Alana leaned across the table. Great, so not only am I ogling my mother, but now I'm getting a hard-on because of her? You have got to be kidding me.

I try my best to ignore my mother's wandering eyes, but she's not even attempting to hide it. Does she seriously think I don't see what she's doing? This must be how women feel when guys won't stop staring at their chest. Thinking about that causes the image of Alana's cleavage to flash in my mind, which causes another pulse to travel through my cock. My god, I don't think I've ever been so horny in my entire life.

Not wanting to be in this situation anymore, I down my breakfast as quickly as possible. The faster I can get out of here, the sooner I can't try to bury the intrusive thoughts starting to creep into my mind. And the sooner I can do that, the better. So once I finish the last gulping down the last bit of milk in my glass, I throw my dishes into the sink, grab my stuff, and run out the door. I don't even bother looking back at Alana as I leave, though I'm sure she was staring at me like I was crazy.

As I stumble outside, I notice Luck standing out in the front yard. When she sees me, she smiles and quickly approaches, almost skipping as she does so.

"Wow. You were really moving there. Someone must be ready to start the day," she chuckles.

Well, it looks like she bounced back from our previous discussion pretty quickly. However, there is still a part of me that feels like it needs to be addressed, so I take a second to catch my breath before standing up straight and looking at her.

"Listen, Luck. About last night..." I start.

"Eh, don't worry about it. It's in the past, and I, for one, am much more interested in the future," Luck tells me. "No point opening an old can of sperm, am I right?"

"Worms. The phrase is 'can of worms,'" I correct her.

"Are you telling me you'd want to open a can of sperm?" She asks.

"I... I guess not..." I admit. Yeah, I think it's safe to say she's not too concerned about yesterday...

"Exactly. Now, as I was saying- Woah," Luck interrupts herself as she glances down. "Looks like you're not the only one ready to start the day. Getting prepared for a little action today, I see."

I look down and see my boner is still clearly visible in my pant.

"Are you serious, Luck?" I ask in disbelief, though I don't know what I expected.

"What? I like cock. Sue me," she smirks.

"Did you do this to me? I've never been this hard before. You probably did this when you enlarged my dick, didn't you? Not cool."

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. I thought I already told you: the only thing I did was make it bigger," Luck counters. "Everything else is all you."

"What? There's no way that's possible. I told you: I've never been like this before," I argue.

"You've also never had such an active sex life before from my understanding," Luck responds. "Have you ever considered that your body might, I don't know, enjoy the kind of stuff that you've been doing these past few days? It's possible that because you now have a taste for it, you're subconsciously craving more, even if you don't want to fully accept it. But what do I know? I'm just some girl with the ability to tap into and control people's minds."

I... I guess I never thought about it that way. But when she puts it like that, I suppose it does kind of make sense. I've had relationships before, even had sex a handful of times, but I've never experienced anything quite like these past few days. And I can't say I've hated how any of the stuff I've done with Luck felt. Even that time Rae sucked my dick was...

Oh god. Luck really is rubbing off on me. I don't know if I like that. I mean, I was staring at my own mother this morning. And now that I'm thinking about it again, seeing my original mom Melinda in that sexy red dress yesterday was...

Fuck... I can't believe this. Betrayed by my own body. Is this why so many guys out there watch porn all the time? Am I going to end up watching porn all the time? Well, I guess most guys don't have a supernatural assistant turning every woman they know into a mind controlled slut. Which reminds me, I'm about to head to an office with a bunch of those very women while I still have this stupid itch. How the hell am I going to make it through the day now?