Things Get Started

You used your powers to see through your mother’s eyes into the tent.

Your mother and the homeless man were the only one’s inside. There was a dim light from the fire outside, giving your mom just enough to see the man and the contents of the tent. On the floor were a few blankets and sheets you assumed were to keep the man warm during the nights. There were empty food cans and wrappers scattered throughout the ground, no doubt from the many random meals he could pick up here and there. You didn’t think he had cleaned his tent in a long time as some of the cans had started to grow healthy communities of mold and had started to deliver an unpleasant odour that filled the tent. Luckily for your, mother you could use your powers to push the feelings of disgust down.

“So, what’s your name?” your mother nervously asked.

The man simply chuckled his toothless grin, being too incoherent to say his name, if his frazzled mind could even remember it after all the drinking and **** use you are sure he’d undertaken. The man reached out one of his grimy hands and grabbed a handful of your mother’s 36C breasts, fondling it gently and testing its fullness. Your mother, compelled into submission by your powers, made no attempt to stop his advances, moaning quietly at his touch.

Seeing no resistance from your mother the man decided to push his luck further and see how far he could get with the sexy slut who had followed him into his tent. He leaned forward, using his free hand to hold your mom’s face in place, he planted his lips on hers. Her mouth opened upon feeling the contact and he used the opportunity to sneak his tongue into her mouth. Your mother, fully accepting her position, quickly entangled her own tongue with his. They stayed like that for a few minutes, exchanging salvia and tangling their tongues with one another, the whole time his hand still continued to message her breast.

Without warning the man broke the kiss and turned away from your confused mother. He turned around and reached for a worn out pouch. Out of it he pulled out a syringe filled part way with a brown liquid. Turning back to your mother he grabbed her left hand and pulled it out till it was fully extended. Aiming the syringe at her exposed vein he started to get her ready to be injected with the mystery substance.