Down her throat

Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough time to send my cream where I wanted to … all over her tits! By the time I had formulated the words and thoughts and pushed them into her head, my cum was filling her mouth and going down her throat. I took advantage of the situation though, using the mixed signals to my advantage. By the time she received the >I want his jism all over my tits< she had formulated the >Oh my God, here he cums, down my throat< message.

I quickly pushed the next streaming series of thoughts right into her image with absolutely no resistance. >I’ve got to suck down all that sweet cream< >It tastes so good< >I’ve got to have more< >Maybe next time I can get him to jack-off on my tits< >I’d love to watch his cock explode onto my tits< >His cum tastes so sweet< >I’ve got to keep sucking on his magnificent cock< >Maybe he’d like to cover my face with his sweet goo< >I could lick up his cream off my tits, or off my face if he explodes there next time<

I was setting up possible scenarios for future encounters, so that when they occurred, I’d have less resistance. If I pushed the thoughts now, they’d seem more like recollections later. She stayed on her knees between my legs, suckling on the shriveling shaft, trying her best to keep it hard. Once again, I didn’t want to rush things too quickly, especially since I’ve had this wonderful success. I decided it might be best, if I headed off to school anyway. I already had Mom where I wanted her, and I needed to test how far reaching my new ability could take me. I reluctantly pulled her off of me and told her that I loved her and I loved her attention, but that I did have to head to school. I lied about an important exam.

I could see the despair in her face along with the words floating about her image in my head. I pushed all the right thoughts to make everything seem so natural. >He’s right, he needs to go to school< >I can be here for him when he comes home< >I will be here for him when he comes home< >I will suck his cock and drink his sperm when he comes home< >I love his cock< >I love his cream< >I can hardly wait for him to come home<

As Mom was rising off the floor, she was saying that I was right, and should be heading out before I was late. However, the words kept flowing like a smoothly running faucet, draining into her image the whole time. >I will go to my room and think of him all day until he comes home< >I will think of his cock all day until he comes home< >I will go to my room and take my robe off and lie in bed, thinking of him until he comes home< >I will lie naked in my bed and think about his cock all day< >I will think about his cock in my mouth< >I will think about his cock< >I will think about his cock between my tits< >I will think about his cock< >I will think about his cock splashing on my face< > I will think about his cock<

As she started to head upstairs after saying goodbye, I pushed a few tendrils that could have met resistance. >I will be naked all day thinking about his cock< I wanted it to be a natural progression for her, so I worded the following very carefully. >I might play with myself thinking about his cock< By adding the word might, the tendril slipped in unabated. >The more I think about his cock, the more I’ll probably want to masturbate< Again, it wasn’t definitive, but more open ended. >Maybe I’ll just spend all day masturbating, thinking about his cock< I walked out the door and headed to school, after sending one last thought. >Maybe I’ll masturbate, thinking about his cock slipping between my legs< I heard the pleasant sound of my mom moaning in song as she exhaled heavily, at the top of the steps.