1. Living and Mind Control 6


    Date: 4/15/2024, Categories: Mind Control, Author: Lookingforthis 

    ... loved and desired so much.

And that’s what that increasingly familiar feeling went out of him.

Something left him, making him feel a bit drowsy, and entered into his mother. Something that couldn’t be seen or heard.

Only felt.

Immediately, his mother’s eyes glazed over, her posture slacked, and her intensity dissipated.

“Sorry, Mom,” Michael whispered. He had not meant to do that.

Michael put his hands in his head and very messily rubbed his scalp through his head as he groaned in frustration.

He wanted to take his mother seriously, and not avoid their problems by using this power of his. He didn’t want to run away from her.

But at the moment where she was most angry with him, when her emotions were the most intense and her worry and care for him shined through, he couldn’t help but try and reach out to her.

The memory of her lips on his, as brief as their peck was, was still engraved in his mind. And he was hungry for so much more…

He wouldn’t run away from this fight, Michael decided. He would take his lumps like a man and pay whatever he had to pay for caring about his mom.

But first-

“Mom,” Michael said, licking his lips as he stared at her, “I am going to kiss you.”

They already did it once, so surely it shouldn’t snap her out.

And, indeed, after a few moments, Yasmine gave the mild response of “Ok.”

Michael got up from his seat, walked around the table, and stood right next to his mom.

Even when she was sat, Yasmine was ...
    ... about as tall as Michael was when he was standing up. That’s how cow ladies were, and little facets of reality like that had always made his heart race.

Michael brushed the hair out of his mother’s face and slowly leaned in, his heart punching blood into his veins as his lips pressed against hers.

It wasn’t a peck this time.

This…this was a full kiss.

Michael’s eyes widened as his mother kissed back, her oral petals slowly dancing around his. And so Michael pressed on.

His hand reached for her hair, and entwined his fingers in it as the thrill of kissing the beautiful cowthat was his mother made the whole world sharpen in contrast. The taste of her mouth, as mild as it was, was divine. The texture of her lips and snout, the tickling of air as they both broke to breathe from time to time.

But the more he got, the hungrier he was.

He was about to put his tongue inside of her mouth, the desire to know what inside of her maw tasted like overcoming him, when all of a sudden he found himself pushed back.

His mother, eyes clear and very non-hypnotized, had pushed him at arm’s length.

When did she come out of it? And why?

“Son…” she said with a warning tone.

Michael could only swallow. He had no idea how bad he had just made things, but he had fucked up.

“Don’t think this means we are alright,” Yasmine warned him, making Michael’s heart pause.

What?

“I want you to think about what you did,” she told him as if he had never affected her mind, ...
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