Suspicions

The second night came to an end with empty wine bottles and forgotten, half-eaten plates of food. The spaghetti that his mother made was simply abandoned, and left to go cold on the dining room table. For the first few hours, John and his mother just sat around in the living room and went through everyone that he had met over the past two days. It was a lengthy process for the two of them, one that ended with him actually listing most of the abilities he had and what they did.

He did avoid talking about his aura and its effects, though. As bad as he felt about it, there was just too much going on for him to try and deal with how his mother might have reacted to that information.

Unfortunately, after they were finished listing everything, the lists that they came up with was either way too long or way too short. The first list, the one with almost no names on it, was the initial one that the two of them came up with. The idea that they had for making it had been simple. On it, they just listed everyone that John could think of whom he had used his active powers on. Any abilities that might have been obvious or left some kind of clue behind to let people think that something might have happened. That turned out to be just about anyone that he had used Theft on.

That list had his mom, Vanessa, Frank, and Prudence on it. Part of him doubted that the school nurse had figured out that he had powers though. She hadn't even been in the room when he used them! And since he wasn't looking for his mom in the list of people that knew about his powers, they went ahead and scratched her out.

The second list was the one that involved all of his abilities. It included everything from his activate-able abilities to his passives, which essentially put everybody that he had run into over the past couple days onto his watch list. With his new schedule, starting with different classes every school day and a new job, both of them decided that that list was just too long.

In the end, they scrapped the second list and agreed that it was time for John to start watching his back around Frank and Vanessa. If they already knew about his powers, then he couldn't let them push him around anymore. This power wasn't something that he was going to let fall into their hands anytime soon.

They didn't go back to the food after that. What little they had eaten proved to be just enough for the two of them to get through the night. They called for an end to the impromptu brainstorming session, and when they got up to go to bed...

Well... John told her to follow him.

When John woke up the next morning, it was with a gasp and a moan. His mother, who still hadn't bothered to get dressed, 'jolted' him awake with something that she outright told him she thought would be a good new morning ritual.

His usual, groggy awakening was simply canceled that day when he got up, both by the new clarity his powers provided and by the clinging softness on the side of his cock he felt when his mother left him a lingering kiss. His eyes, which rapidly blinked and adjusted to the morning light, fell to the slowly bobbing outline of another person moving beneath his bed sheets as one particularly wet tongue licked up from the base of his shaft.

A loud feminine moan vibrated into John's very bones when his mother felt him stirring beneath her. The low, smooth hum of her velvety throat shook out through her mouth and into the very helm of John's cock as she moved up and lovingly wrapped her lips around him. The wake-up call was punctuated suddenly by his mother as she skillfully **** her tongue to squeeze past the seal of her ever-tightening lips and slide down the length of his shaft as far as her tongue could reach. Her mouth, which squeezed and hollowed visibly at the cheeks to her son's perfect cock, sucked at him like the act had become a method of worship to her. Of course, when John lifted the blanket to look at her, it only solidified that feeling.

His normally graceful and loving mother clung to John like she needed him. Her smooth, naked body laid wrapped around John as he looked at her, her arm curling gently around the width of his thighs as his thick, musky taste stained her taste buds. She wasn't holding him in place, that much was made clear when John instinctively raised his hips into the loving maw that kept suckling on the head of his cock. She was just...holding him, as if just to touch him. She just let John thrust up into her and moaned as he speared her throat so deeply with the end of his member that the front of her neck stretched and bulged with the outline of his cock.

A light sputter of air escaped his mother at the sudden intrusion, but as if she were a professional, she simply relaxed and held him there. She didn't gag; she didn't even blink. John watched as his mother, with half-lidded eyes, just moaned into his dick again. Her hands slid across the skin of his legs, side, and stomach, gently rubbing at her son's presence. She touched anything she could reach with her hands, as long as it wasn't his cock. She had her mouth for that.

It took him a moment, and in the end, he figured it out just barely too late before she reacted, but he did get the meaning she was trying to get across. She wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything after he thrust into her mouth because she was letting him do it. She actually wanted to let him do whatever he wanted...

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath and his mother's humming rose in volume for a moment. He chuckled slightly as her scolding vibrated into the length of his manhood, but didn't apologize this time. In the end, she was the one to react. Her body, which had become entangled with his own, rested mostly over the lower half of one of his thighs. Her massive breasts squeezed tightly to his body, enough to even try and wrap around and encompass one of his legs.

Her moaning, which until this point had been mostly for his pleasure, changed suddenly as his mother pressed closer against John. Her lips, which had been sucking sparingly on the end of his shaft, spread suddenly. They both watched as her mouth abruptly stretched wider and wider around John's girth as his mom took him deeper. Her throat, which had become stretched and deformed by the tip of John's meaty presence, squeezed tightly on his pulsing length, enveloping more and more of him with every inch she stuffed into her hungry gullet. By the time she hit the base, his mother was groaning nearly as loudly as he was, her nails stabbing into the sides of John's waist as she hurriedly pressed her tongue to his aching balls.

Then she started to swallow.

John lost it. With one hand, John abandoned what was left of his composure and mashed his mother's head into his groin as he came. Her plump, bee-stung lips squished wetly to the base of John's crotch, his balls tightening and pulsing against the lolling tongue that hung down her chin as his release exploded down her waiting throat. For him, it was like the first blast was practically milked from John. Her throat, which had just barely been stretched open by his girthy cock, suddenly clenched around John as his pleasure mounted. His mother's gaping maw squeezed tightly around his base, and as the first blast came, that slight squeeze traveled with it, stroking up the whole length of his cock until it reached the tip where her swallowing took the wave of white and carried it down into her stomach.

His mother, still sucking and moaning, pulled backwards as he came. Her head rose, and the constant squeezing was replaced with a vacuum-like suction as she moved back far enough to hold his cockhead against her tongue again as he painted her mouth white. He watched as her mouth moved with his orgasm. Her head hung in place while her tongue and jaw visibly writhed and licked against the head of his cock with each individual spurt. Her eyes, already lidded to match her perverted smile, dreamily rolled up bit by bit as he drowned her taste buds in his musky flavor. Her gentle lapping against his tip became sluggish, each lick lasting longer as her mouth slowly filled with his seed and her tongue was **** to wade and swim through a sea of thick, white cum just to move. Her cheeks puffed and bulged after some time, and before long, his mother's moaning reached a tipping point.

She squeaked suddenly into his groin as his orgasm came to a shaking end, and John watched as a shudder ran down his mother's form like a wave. She shook for a second, her mouth still full of his essence, and just kept shaking until she looked back at John with those lidded eyes again and swallowed.

"Di-did you just cum?" John asked as his mother took him into her throat again. She still didn't even flinch the second time, just took him in and sucked him clean. Nor did she bother answering that question, just moaned again as she sucked the last of the cum stuck in his shaft out onto her tongue and slid off his tip with a loud, wet 'Pop!'

With how red her cheeks got, though, John felt like he didn't really need an answer.

"Shhhhh, baby!" she giggled drunkenly, but by this point, they both knew she was sober. Then again, if she could have gotten drunk off of anything, it would have been his cum. "You can't tell anyone..." she paused to slide one hand down between her legs as she spoke. Her whole body jumped slightly when her fingers clearly found her clit, and John watched as she stroked herself a couple times for him. "...that your mommy loves drinking your delicious cum," she pressed a single, slick finger from her slit up against her lips as she spoke, "Shhh..." and then giggled at him as her own taste also spread across her tongue.

John's cock merely flexed against her neck. She seemed to have already adjusted to the idea that he didn't go soft so easily anymore.

"You know..." she purred and began to crawl up the length of John's prone form, dragging her heavy breasts against him as she moved. Light, exhausted gasps of air could be heard from John as he watched her slide up his front until her face was mere inches away from his own and she had straddled his lap. "It missed you, you know." Her fingers curled around John's cock as she spoke, and after a second, he felt her slapping the meaty appendage against her wet pussy lips for unnecessary clarification. "I think it knows," she whispered under a heavy breath and pressed his tip against her lower entrance. Small rivulets of her juices slid down his length. "...just how naughty it is to even be sleeping like this next to you... next to my son..." Her pussy started to spread, and with one hand, she gestured to her naked body.

John, however, knew that it was the aura arousing her that much, and it wasn't just some secret fetish that had surfaced when they got together... Or at least he was mostly sure about that. Part of him refused to dispose of the idea that it was still possible that it had been a fetish of hers.

"I... have to go to school," John said, and his mother let out a loud, disappointed groan. Her face twisted up into a small pout even as John felt the head of his member start to enter her. "I-I'll be back afterwards..." he stammered out quickly, and despite how she tried to hide it, John noticed it when the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"You promise?" she asked and lightly bit her lower lip, tugging the corner into her mouth slightly as she looked down at him. She was still lowering, stretching her little pussy even more around John's new size. She was moving slower than before, and the more she took, the harder she breathed. He even felt bigger to her now... and she loved it.

"Yes, I promise," John said and slipped out from under his mother. She was slow to let him go, but eventually, after a whine and some caressing, he managed to escape. "I need to take a shower before I leave," he muttered as he picked up a spare change of clothes from around the room. A small smile slid across his face as he searched. "...and you need to clean up while I'm gone." Another whine echoed from across the room. "Here," he said and tossed another pair of his boxers at his mom. They landed in a small pile in her lap as she casually picked up one of the sex toys she had taken into his room the previous day. "You liked the last ones so much, so you can have the ones I wore yesterday." A deep, crimson flush burned in his mother's features as she watched him walk over to the door. "They're dirty enough after last night."

Unfortunately, John's shower wasn't as cleansing as he wanted it to be. Certainly not after the most recent change in the relationship between mother and son. Despite how realistic his mother was and how much they both knew that she understood how important it was for him to try and maintain his schedule, she just couldn't stop herself from joining him when they had the energy. So it wasn't that surprising to the two of them, that when they finally stopped indulging in the company of the other and John finished equipping his school uniform, John still smelled of sweat and sex.

He barely managed to cover up the smell of it with a long, drawn-out spray of a particularly musky deodorant can.

It wasn't until John left for the bus that he began to address the problems of his new, powerful life. He hadn't even figured out who it was that knew he had powers... yet. On top of that, John felt like he needed to prepare in some way. He couldn't just sit around and wait for someone to out him or come home one day to find a extorting letter waiting in his mailbox.

The thought made him shudder once he had found a place to sit on the bus. The nearby presence of John's new schoolmate, Cassandra, burned into his senses while he found his seat. Being put into a position where he had to pay someone just to keep from being tortured or dissected in a government lab... it turned his stomach.

"Hey, make sure to tell your stalker to leave me alone." He looked up to see Vanessa turn in her seat to face him as she spoke, her blonde hair swinging slightly over one shoulder. Her boyfriend, Frank, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found on the bus today. His normally bulky and broad form never even became visible to John even after they arrived at school.

"W-what?" John asked, slightly perplexed that she was even bothering to talk to him without the other tyrant there to back her up. Maybe she was just bored without him.

"Your fellow nerdy friend..." she said and lifted her head curtly to the back of the bus. John followed her gesture with a furrowed brow, turning in his seat to watch as Vanessa lead him to be looking right at the withdrawn, huddled form of the newest student once again. Cassandra, who was now dressed in the blazer, blouse, and skirt combo that made up the women's school uniform at Ashcroft, sat at the very back of the bus. She was huddled up with her feet perched on the seat she sat on and her bag pulled up into her lap. Her eyes, which had been so imposing and terrifying to him the previous night, were blank now and stared off into the empty space before her while Vanessa talked about her behind her back. "Well, the slut wouldn't stop bugging me and anyone else who would look at her to answer every damn question she could think of about you."

Cassandra? John thought.

"Why would she-" he stopped, and his breath caught in his throat. Cassandra was on one of his lists. She had been one of the ones he had used some of his more subtle powers around. It wasn't much, but even with his powers he didn't look that much better than he did a few days ago, so he doubted that she was asking out of an interest in him. Then... there was also the strange circumstance that happened to him the other night, when Cassandra herself somehow managed to overpower his gamer's mind, to actually put fear itself into him.

Other than Cassandra, there had only been one person he had met so far who had been able to actually do that, and that was Ms. Wentworth. Though that also brought up a good point.

Perhaps it had been the teacher who had discovered him.