No, but Ronnie thinks it does despite all evidence

Jemma, Honey, stick your thumb in your ass!" Ronnie told her daughter. "It'll stop him from controling your mind!"

"I waa maa chower!" Jemma said, not bothering to take Josh's cock out of her mouth. "I liyit!"

Somehow, that took Josh over the edge and he groaned and shot his wad into his sister's mouth, shuddering all over. Jemma whimpered in pleasure at her breakfast.

The contentedness of orgasm washed through Josh, overcoming his concern about his mother.

"Chill out, Mom!" he said. "I was just having a little fun with her! Nothing wrong with it."

Ronnie immediately relaxed and a care-free smile took the place of her look of horror.

"I guess it's only expected that you'd use your power to get blown by your sister, now that you've got it," she conceded. "But you can't use it on me, since I have my thumb up my ass, so I can just chill out."

Josh was bemused. Ronnie wasn't acting very resistant.

"Well, as long as you're resistant, you should take off your night gown and rub grape jelly all over your tits," Josh said, testing a theory.

"You can't make me do that," Ronnie said as she struggled to get the flimsy night gown off with just her left hand. Once it was hanging from her right wrist, her thumb still up her ass, she went to the fridge and got out the grape jelly. "I learned this resistance trick when I was your father's fuck toy."

"How did you learn it?" he asked, guessing the answer as he opened the jar that she was futiley trying to open with one hand.

"Your father told me," she explained, filling her fingers with the sticky purple goodness and rubbing it all over her pendulous right boobie.

"Why's mom doing that?" Jemma asked, still kneeling on the floor. "That's gross."

Apparently Jemma was capable of questioning things Josh hadn't told her to do.

"I've just got my thumb up my ass to keep your brother from controling my mind and making me do stuff like rub jelly on my titties," Ronnie explained. "I'll show you how later, but right now there's nothing wrong with him using his power on you to have a little fun. I'm just chilling out about the whole thing."

"But...you ARE rubbing grape jelly on your titties," Jemma pointed out, really confused.

"Don't be silly, Jemma," Ronnie chided, continuing to rub on more jelly. "Josh is just making you think that with his power."

"Josh has a power?" Jemma asked.

"Yes, just like his father," Ronnie exclaimed. "His voice can make people do things and change their bodies and stuff. It's a guy thing. Passed on father to son."

"Finger yourself, Mom," Josh said, wondering what she meant about changing bodies and 'stuff'.

"Not going to happen, Josh," she said with a relaxed grin as she began fingering her snatch, then turned back to her daughter "That's why, mmm, he left after Josh was born. He wanted to make sure...ooooh....that he had made an heir...uh...before he went off to knock up some other piece of trim. But he...unnnnh!...told me just to raise you both and not worry about...mmmmm...whether or not Josh would get the power...sssss....So I didn't...guess I didn't have....mmmmmmmy thumb in my ass....when he told me."

"Do I get a power?" Jemma asked hopefully.

"You get super dick-sucking power," Josh informed her. "You should feel really lucky."

"Really?" Jemma brightened. "Yes!"

"You also get the power to lick the jelly off Mom's boobs," Josh told her. "You'll like that one too."

"You bet I do!" Jemma said, getting up and almost skipping toward Ronnie. "You totally got the worst power, Josh."

"I'll guess I'll just be happy with what I got," Josh shrugged.

"There's no jelly on my boobs," Ronnie objected.

"Just humor her, Ronnie," Josh said.

"OK," Ronnie said. "But not because you told me!"

Jemma started slurping and licking at her mother's tits while Ronnie continued to finger her twat with her left hand and sodomize herself with her right.

He had never given his absent father much thought, assuming he was just a deadbeat. Now, he was burning with curiosity. He wondered if he should ask Ronnie to tell him more about their history, or if he should just keep fucking with their heads and figuring out what Mom meant about changing bodies. Hell, he could do both he supposed. Ronnie seemed very good at multitasking.