Message-ID: <12339eli$9806191613@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 15 ( b/d) - By Rass Senip - Proofread by Evil Eye **NEW** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35aab64f.23848129@newsreader.wustl.edu> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net) Proofread By: The Evil Eye +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This posting contains: Chapter XV: 11th Grade, Spring 1988 Part 3 - Wedding Bells (mc mf) >The next posting contains: Chapter XV: 11th Grade, Spring 1988 Part 4 - Slaves Young and Old (mc incest mf) Part 5 - Male Ego (mm) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter XV: 11th Grade, Spring 1988 Part 3 - Wedding Bells (mc mf) All my life I had hoped, prayed, and dreamed for the day which had finally arrived. My mother was to marry my father, and it just sort of hit me all of a sudden while driving up to the huge church where it was going to actually happen. "Shit," I said after shutting off the engine, staring at the rather impressive house of God. "What's the matter?" Eric asked, trying to see what I was looking at. "Nothing really.. It's just I once promised my mom I'd be the first one to throw the rice at her wedding. I forgot all about it." "Well I didn't," he said grinning as he pulled a pinch of rice out of a pocket and flicked it at me. "Oh, Eric.. You're a life saver, you know that?" "Yep. 'Course it will cost ya to use my rice," he said seriously. "Oh really.. How much?" "Just a kiss," he said, turning his head towards me. "Deal," I said, giving him a smooch he'd be thinking about for while. We got out of the car and strolled up to the center set of front doors, both of us watching the two rather large ape-like men in tuxedos waiting patiently to open the doors for us or anyone else who was invited. "Hey, boys. Who all's here?" I said. The black man who was the larger of the two responded, "The Master, The Mistress, Mr. and Mrs. Connor, Mr. Cord, Mr. Lexington, Mrs. Broth.." "Mr. Cord? What's he look like?" I asked, having never met the man who was my father's best man. Neither of the two doormen bothered to answer since they knew I would just peek at the image forming in their heads. "Oh. Thanks.... And thanks," I said as they reached to open the doors for us. "Why didn't they answer you?" Eric said once we were in the foyer and the doors had closed behind us. "They didn't have to, that's... Wow..." Stretching out before us was a cathedral large enough to play high school football in.. well, if it wasn't for all the pews and fragile stained glass windows, anyways. Even though it wasn't anywhere near the size of the cathedral in England I would later visit, it still was an awesome sight to behold for the first time. There weren't too many people there yet, and even if there had been a hundred or so, I doubt anyone would have known because the place was so large. "Hey, Tim," Eric began as we set out to explore the place. "You never did say if you guys talked your mom out of going nude at the reception." "Shit, Eric. That wasn't what my dad and I were arguing with her about. She wanted to go naked down the aisle." "NO WAY!" Eric said, turning red from the way his voice echoed around the huge empty space. "Yeah, way. All she was going to wear was a body length veil and a fifteen foot long train that the twins and a few of their sisters would carry in the buff too. I'm still not happy about her wedding dress. But at least it covers what it needs to cover." "Wow... You know, I never thought I'd admit this to you, but... You're mom is.." "I know, Eric. I know." "What do you know?" "She's the sexiest woman you've ever met," I sighed. "Yeah. And she gives great... Whoa! Look at that!" he said, trying to get his excitement up over a stained glass window of Jesus, attempting to cover up how he had almost stuck his foot in his mouth. "That's nothing, Eric," I said just as my eye caught something vaguely familiar. "Look at that one!" I said, pointing over to one of the bigger ones behind the podium. "I can't believe it.." Eric breathed. "Isn't that... sacrilege?" "Probably," I said, staring at the image of my mom, my dad, and myself sitting at the table with Jesus while the twins served him his drink and dinner. "If that one isn't, then that one has to be!" Eric said pointing to one of the others. "Shit, dad," I moaned, recognizing the tops of the twins' heads sticking up above the table immediately in front of my dad's and Jesus' laps. "I wonder where your mom went in... Oh.." Eric said just as I noticed that there was one in front of my lap also. "FUCK!" I said a little too loud as I walked straight for the aisle heading for the doors. "Tim!" Eric called, hurrying to catch up with me. "Where are you going?" "OUT! I'm NOT going to allow THAT... THAT THING be seen my mother's WEDDING!" I shouted behind me. I went outside for a few minutes, then came back in and sought out someone who worked for the church. I found one of the ministers talking to some weasel faced woman, and interrupted their discussion a bit rudely. "May I help you, my son?" "Yeah. How much would it cost to replace one of the big stained glass windows?" "One of our windows?" he said, looking up and around for anything amiss. "Yeah.. Just how much would it cost?" "I don't rightly know.. A considerable amount, I'm sure." I got my wallet out and said, "Do you take Visa or Mastercard?" "I'm sorry, son. I'm afraid I don't understand. None of the windows are in need of replacing.." I pulled out two of the seven rocks I had brought in and without any hesitation threw them at the blastomous image behind us. "Opps," I said after one of the two rocks hit the wrong target. "Oh well. I guess you'll just have to bill me for two then." "CHILD! HAVE YOU GONE INSANE?!?" the minister cried as I pulled out two more rocks. "Nope," I said letting them fly, then felt some satisfaction when they both hit their marks. Even though Eric joined the fun and hit the 100 point bonus area showing Jesus' orgasmic face, we had to make four trips outside to get enough rocks to knock out enough of it so no one could tell what it had been about. I've never seen my dad so mad before. I was in the middle of cleaning up my mess when he came out with the twins and Mr. Cord, and in moments we were shouting at each other not listening to what the other was saying. It was kind of ugly, and if it hadn't been for the twins getting in our faces while scolding us in their empathic way, I don't know what would have stopped us from doing something we would have regretted later. "He should have known I wouldn't allow something like that at my mother's wedding," I grumbled a few minutes later to Eric in a isolated pew. "Tim, did you notice how that guy looked at you while you two were arguing?" Eric said, trying to get my mind off of my frustration. "What guy?" I said with some impatience. "The guy that was with your dad." "Cord? No. What he do?" "He never took his eyes off you. I don't like him. I think he's up to something." I gave Eric a wiry grin, then said, "Since when are you empathic or telepathic?" "Shut up. You didn't see him. He looked at you like you were... you were... uhm.." "What?" "I don't know. He was just really interested in you for some reason." "Well, I didn't feel anything from him, and he didn't try to probe me. Maybe he just never saw someone argue with my dad before. Forget about him, Eric. I'd know if he was up to something. And even if I didn't catch it, the twins would have." "Maybe, maybe not." "Shit. Well, it's time for me to get changed into my tux. You gonna wait here?" "Yeah. I want to watch them cover up the missing glass. Those guys have cute butts." "Gee, and I thought you liked mine," I teased, getting up and making it wiggle more than usual as I walked away. "I do like yours, but I don't get many chances to watch three cute butts like that." I left him to his butt watching and changed, then ran into Margaret on the way back and we ended up talking longer than we probably should have. She was very worried about Joey, and even suggested I do something to him to restore his old self. It took forever to explain was why I couldn't do that to him again. When I went back out into the church, Eric was nowhere to be seen. People were starting to trickle in, and I felt torn between looking for Eric and meeting the guests as they arrived. I decided that since the wedding wasn't supposed to start for another hour, I wasn't going to miss anyone that I invited if I spent half that time looking for Eric. After looking around for ten minutes, I gave up and just used a pulse. I wasn't sure how many telepaths were in the church or how many of them would detect my pulse. Since it worked and no one seemed to be staring at me, I figured no one had noticed it and just followed my lock on Eric's mind. "What the.." I muttered when I felt Eric's mind go blank a few moments, then found him quickly returning to the pew he had been sitting in when I had left him. I started tuning in what my newest senses were saying, and just as I had suspected, someone was remote controlling him back to his seat while his mind was asleep. I locked on the source of the stream of symbols, then watched carefully to see what their intentions were. Once Eric was sitting down and fully aware of his surroundings again, I did a quick scan to see if he had been altered, then made my way towards the offending telepath. "Oh Max.. That's feels wonderful..." I heard a girl's voice say just as I was about to knock on the door. "Mmmmm, right there.. Yeah..." As quietly as I could, I peeked inside the door to find a girl about my age getting a shoulder massage from a guy who looked to be in his early twenties. I couldn't help but grin when I decided to play a little trick on her, and once I made sure the guy wouldn't see me, I didn't bother hiding my grin as I entered the room. My adversary wasn't monitoring her enslaved boyfriend's mind, so I began programming him to carefully switch the massage job over to me. Without any interruption to the pattern he was using on her shoulders, I first replaced his right hand with my own, then I moved in front of him. With only a slight break in the rubbing, I replaced his left hand also, then sent the toy boy to stand guard outside the door. As I turned on my magic touch with the setting on low, I was surprised to find her shoulders and neck muscles were actually quite tense. So for a few minutes I concentrated on working the knots and stiffness out of them before attempting to put my plan into action. "Mmmmm, Maxy.... I like that... Ohhh... Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm... Let me lay down if you're gonna do my back.." I panicked for a moment as she started to move up out of her chair, then almost let out a sigh of relief when she allowed me to guide her to the floor without her ever opening her eyes. I was being very careful not to over do my magic touch at first. She was a telepath after all, and if she detected my telepathic manipulation of her body's nerves, I would probably have to defend myself rather than the fun I had in mind. But once I got her relaxed enough, I would start turning it up for it was a necessary part of my plan. "Max..." she sighed softly after a few minutes of my back rub. "Undo the back of my dress so you won't stretch the fabric.." she said with even less energy. I complied happily, having gotten tired of the material hampering my style. She gave out several small sighs afterwards, and once I had 'accidentally' unhooked her bra and didn't find her the least bit concerned, I knew it was time to turn up the power. I kept my eye on the time as I pushed her deeper and deeper into her relaxed trance that my magic touch was producing, and once I was sure she was under deep enough, I started whispering little suggestions in her ear about how relaxed she was and how good my hands felt on her naked skin. I was really enjoying myself as I suggested she wanted me to undo the rest of her dress and lower her panties. I resisted the temptation of touching anything but her back and legs, knowing that she probably would snap out of her little trance if I tried anything funny. Once my prize was in my pocket, I started to suggest to her she would forget anything but how I (that is Max) gave her a wonderful back rub. Once I redid her bra and had her dress buttoned up half way decent, I quickly turned the job over to Max, carefully hiding my tampering of his mind with memories of pleasuring his mistress with his massage. "What took you so long!" Eric exclaimed when I finally got back. "You were gone almost an hour!" "Sorry. I had some.. Business to settle," I said with a grin, patting my pocket. "I'll tell you about it at the reception. Come on. People we know should be arriving soon." I really hadn't invited that many of my friends to the wedding, mostly because of the number of adult telepaths who might take an interest in them. Joey and Suzi had been invited by my mom before Sarah had released Joey's true feelings and Suzi had found another lover. Then a few weeks before the wedding, I kind of let them both know that my mom and I would understand if they had changed their minds, but was surprised to find they both still wanted to go. I had expected Joey to do the opposite for obvious reasons, but I guess because it was my mom's wedding, not mine, and the fact that his own mother was the maid of honor, he had enough reasons to want to go that didn't have anything directly to do with me. But with Suzi... Well, during the few weeks following Suzi's and Brandon's two way, I had been sensing some kind of trouble between them, and Suzi had admitted that Brandon had taken a dislike for her displays of affection towards me. My dad was rather flustered when he found out I had invited Penny, Michael, and David to the wedding, but my mom understood that I just wanted to check up on them, and then suggested I invite Jerry and Dana too for the same reason. I then considered inviting my other friends from summer camp as well, but I quickly decided against it, seeing I really wouldn't have much time to spend with them since they would have to go back to school the day after the next. So the only other friends I had invited were Brad, Sandi, John, and James, the latter of course didn't show. Penny's group was the first to arrive, and I was happy to see Michael and David looking more like themselves, even though David was still bulkier than Michael from all the muscles he had put on last year. But Michael appeared to have been working out himself to catch up to his brother's mass, and while I hadn't recently been working out like he had been, I got a kick out of discovering that I was just as strong as he was just from my Eta experience. Mindy and Veronica were their precious four month old identical twins, and I swear Michael and David were more protective of them than they had ever been of Penny. I got to hold Mindy for about twenty seconds before David decided he wasn't happy with the way I held her and snatched her before I could even peek inside her head. Suzi and Brandon joined us about then, and I was a little ticked off at how Suzi got to hold both of them for several minutes without either of the boys seeming to mind in the least. I wasn't sure if it was because it had been Penny's idea or it was from the fact that Suzi was a girl and I was a guy... But I didn't bother to find out for Joey had arrived. Talk about an entrance. He walked in with two beautiful women just hanging off of him, and I couldn't help but notice how the eyes of every male in the room seemed to be drawn to them. That included David and Michael, and you should have seen them jump when Penny cleared her throat in annoyance. I couldn't stop myself from grinning, and then went over to Joey thinking I could share the moment of humor with him. Boy, talk about stupid. Not only did he assume my grin was intended to be some kind of insult, but I almost lost my cool when he accused me of being jealous. The only thing I could think to do that wouldn't infuriate him or myself more was to shrug and walk away. When Jerry and Dana arrived, they were very uncomfortable finding Penny and her two babies there. I quickly pulled them aside to where the others wouldn't hear, then didn't have to ask anything since they volunteered. Dana's and Jerry's parents had talked them into putting their baby up for adoption shortly after its premature birth, and while they both since then had regretted it even though they knew it was for the best, they thought they had come to terms with their feelings. But the sight of Penny with her two baby girls had added their regrets on top of their resenting Penny having such good fortune after what her family had put them through. Dana was practically in tears by the time Jerry admitted he wished they had kept their own little girl, and I was feeling pretty down myself, recalling how none of it would have happened if I hadn't given Penny that knowledge from the twins. Penny startled me by walking up with her two girls in her arms without my detecting her, and before any of us could really react, she carefully slipped one of her babies into Dana's arms, then gave Jerry the other once Dana had gotten a good hold. "I know this doesn't make up for what Steven and I did to you," Penny said with a sniff, "but I really am sorry. Our babies should be just about the same age, and if you want, I'll try and share them with you..." "You'd do that?" Dana said, looking up with fresh tears in her eyes. "It's the least I could do after..." Penny said before choking up. I watched my two friends as they cuddled and held the infants in their arms for a while, then gave Penny a gentle kiss on her cheek before leaving them since it was getting close to show time. After trying to assure David and Michael that everything was fine, I left the two standing by a window looking just as lost as before I had said anything to them. Brad, John, and Sandi were talking with Joey and his two ornaments, but Joey took his two centerfold companions with him to get a seat when he saw me walking up. It was clear that while John had been impressed with the two slaves Joey had borrowed from his brother-in-law, he was much more interested in Sandi, probably because she had fucked him in the back seat while Brad had drove them there. Brad, on the other hand, was far more interested in figuring out what he could offer Joey to let him get some of that grade A pussy he was flaunting around. Sandi of course only thinking about what would make Brad happy, but John's affection towards her wasn't going unnoticed. I was pleased to find she was at aware of her own feelings concerning others, even if she felt it all had to be sexual in some way. Finally it was time. The organ was starting to play the wedding march, and my mother's maids and my father's grooms were pairing up and going up the aisle. I was in the back, waiting for my mother and the twins to escort them up the aisle myself. The moment I saw her in her white gown of sparkles, I was captivated by the sight of my mom in all of her splendor and bliss. "Wow, mom... You look... spectacular," I said as she walked up to me. "Thank you, dear," she replied with love. "I..." She was cut off by a loud crack of thunder and the flicker of the lights. "That's funny," she said. "There weren't any thunderstorms in the forecast this morning." We were just about to ignore the sound of the wind picking up as it was almost time for our walk up the aisle when two louder booms shook the church. The lights flickered and went out, and after the organ music died with the lights, the sound of the wind became seemingly even louder. Suddenly the four center doors behind us burst open, the wind which followed nearly knocking us over. I was just recovering my wits when I saw the sea of symbols flooding in through the open doors and the walls around them. I instantly raised my barriers and focused my mind at countering the tidal wave of sensory commands from altering my sight and hearing, but was unable to shield my mother or anyone else in the hall. The gasps of my mother and the few men who had run up to aid us stirred my curiosity about what they were seeing, and once I figured out how, I opened a hole in my barrier and the spewing of counter symbols to allow my right eye and ear to receive the illusions the others were believing to be real. I too gasped as my right eye showed a golden chariot descending from above with a man wearing a white flowing gown which fluttered in the wind of the violent storm. Lightening flashed all around him, yet never got near enough to harm him, and then suddenly my right eye noticed the two angels descending from the heavens, landing beside the golden chariot the moment it had touched the ground. That's when my left eye started agreeing with my right one. I had failed to notice the yellow cab pulling up, but I had seen the two women get out and help the man out of the cab just like they did in the illusion. And as the two glowing women escorted the long white-haired, white-bearded man towards us, the cab left, then I found the waves of symbols coming to an end. It wasn't until the man and his two escorts reached the door before anyone said a word. "Daddy?" my mother said with a squeaky sound of awe. "Yes, my child," the old man said, spreading his arms out in a hug like gesture, the flowing robes cascading down from his arms giving him a winged look. "Daddy?!" I echoed as she gave him the hug he had requested. My eyes peered intensely at the old man's face, finding the familiar features of the man I had studied from the painting and pictures of my grandparents. I was startled when I realized his own eyes had been focused on my face the entire time mine had been on his, but I felt he was as curious of me as I was of him and was reassured by the smile he gave me then. "What is going on?" I heard my dad's approaching voice say. "Who the hell are you?" The two "angelic" women tensed up at his blasphemous remark, and my grandfather seemed to grow two inches taller as he straightened up, becoming extremely serious and... I suppose parental would be the best word for it. "_I_ am thy lord and master, thy creator, and the father of your intended bride," my grandfather boomed out without actually raising his voice. "Shit," my dad gasped, realizing he had just insulted his soon to be father-in-law. I was impressed, however, at how quickly my dad recovered his wits, and the next moment he was doing something I never would have believed him to do. "Forgive me Lord, for my words spoken out of haste..." my dad said after kneeling in front of my grandfather and bowing his head in respect. I think it even surprised my grandfather, and the look on my mom's face was probably a lot like my own. To submit to my grandfather like that went against my dad's personality. He always tried to appear that he was superior to others, especially to other telepaths. It basically was a defense mechanism that he had needed in order to live in the same house as his father when he was growing up. His father intimidated the hell out of him, but to show that he was weak in front of his father would have been just asking for punishment of some kind. "I can forgive you for your blasphemy while present in my house, but I can not forgive your treachery and deceit." "What treachery and deceit?!" my dad said, dropping the worshipper act. "Daddy..." my mom said with a warning tone. "Hush, child," my grandfather said as my dad rose to his feet and the two men exchanged intense glares of hostility. "I will NOT be hushed, Dad! This is my wedding day!" she said, stomping her foot and breaking the one inch heel. "Shit! Now look what you made me do!" "What treachery and deceit?" I echoed my dad as I had my mom lean on me while she took off her broken shoe. "He did not ask for my daughter's hand in marriage," he simply put. "If he had, I would have said no. This cretin is not worthy to marry the daughter of..." "Excuse me, but how would you know anything about him?" I said, defending my cretin father's honor. "I mean, as far as I've heard, you've been living on an island for the past twenty years. I bet you don't even know who I am, let alone..." "I am all seeing, all knowing, and all wise!" my grandfather boomed with the thunder outside echoing his words. "If thou were not my daughter's son, your insolence would be punished! I am thou Lord, thou father in thy heaven come down to this mortal land to oversee this injustice to My work is corrected!" "Bull shit!" my dad and I both said at the same time. My grandfather suddenly spread his arms out away from his sides while the wind began picking up speed. As I had somewhat suspected, my grandfather flooded the room with symbols for another illusion, and as the others began seeing the walls and ceiling fade away, I concentrated on keeping my own senses clear of his influence. Everyone but my grandfather and I found themselves no longer sitting in a church, but in a jungle like garden. "Behold, nonbelievers!" my grandfather cried. "The Garden of Eden! Take a good look! For none who approve of this marriage will ever see it again!" There was no way I could stop the flood of symbols he was emitting, barely keeping my own senses clear as it was. But then I realized I didn't have to prove anything to anyone but myself, for my empathic abilities had finally sorted his intentions out. "Okay, grandpa," I said loudly enough for most to hear. "We're sorry we didn't invite you to the wedding, and we can all see how incredibly powerful you are. Can we please go back to the church before mom's dress gets all dirty from this dirt floor?" I felt a shiver pass through me as his eyes peered into my own, finding they strongly resembled the ones from my hallucinatory dream while trapped in that small room with LeAnne in my grandfather's old house. I kept my slight uneasiness from showing while we exchanged our steady stares, but was obviously relieved when he simply grunted his consent while lowering his arms and stopping his flood of symbols. "Charles Richard Grodmen," my grandfather announced looking over my father's head. "Because thou have been as good to My daughter and grandson as you are capable of, I await your plea." My dad looked at my mom, then after my mom gave her father a calculating gaze, she nodded her head. But that wasn't enough for my dad, and once I saw he wanted my opinion also, I could only give him a shrug and a look that said "It couldn't hurt." So my dad kneeled down again and respectfully asked my grandfather for his permission to marry his daughter. My grandfather made him sweat it out a little before finally announcing to the world (or at least everyone in the church) his daughter was to be married that day. "Can we PLEASE finish this now?" my mother said as she purposely broke the other shoe's heel so she wouldn't hobble up and down the aisle. "Yes, my child," my grandfather said. He then waved his left hand above his head and exclaimed, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!" When the lights instantly flickered on, I grinned from having caught the symbols he had sent out to whoever had switched the power back on. He caught my smile, and with a sparkle in his eyes he thought to me, "I've always wanted to say that." The organ started up again as my father walked back to his position at the altar, and I was about to ask my grandfather if he was going to take a seat before I took my mother down the aisle. But before I could open my mouth, my mom said to me, "Timmy, don't you think you should go join your father?" "But I... Oh," I said, quickly turning around and walking to my seat to hide my disappointment from both of them. I had refused to be one of my father's groomsmen because I felt giving my mother away was my part in their wedding and didn't need to do anything more. But now I found myself feeling extremely left out, almost as if this was just the beginning of their excluding me from their lives and affairs. Even though my mom and grandfather didn't notice the look on my face, my dad had. I was sitting silently next to Eric and wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me when I suddenly realized my dad was calling my name from the aisle. "Sorry, what?" I said looking up at his face. "You can't sit there," he said with a serious face. For a moment my feelings of being left out tripled in strength while my body went cold from shock, but then my empathic senses kicked in and his love and fatherly feelings for me came through. "I don't understand," I said, my heart starting to race. He broke out in a grin and said, "I am thou father, all seeing, all knowing, and all wise. Come, my son. Your place is at my side." When I hesitated he added in a softer voice, "I can have two best men if I wish, and that is what you will always be to me... My best." The next thing I knew, I was hugging my old man, and I was surprised to find him hugging me back just as hard. I guess our earlier dispute over the stained glass windows had upset him more than I had thought, for when we broke apart he had to wipe his eyes while we both sniffed a few times. Once we were in our positions, we found the doors to the foyer had been closed and had to wait a few more minutes before we found out why. When the organ finally began playing "Here Comes the Bride," the doors opened to reveal a thick fog which hid the contents of the room. As the fog slowly flowed down the aisle like a royal white carpet, the outlines of two figures began to move from within the foggy room. When the two figures emerged, the entire church seemed to take one big gasp at the sight of my mother's beaming face showing through her body length veil, her veil and train being the only thing covering her beautiful body. Everyone's eyes were glued to the sight of my long white-haired grandfather in his white and flowing robe proudly escorting my equally proud nude mother down the aisle at a slow and steady pace. I barely noticed that the twins and their four blood sisters were in their birthday suits as well, the five year old twins appearing just as calm and dedicated to their task as their older sisters did while carrying the very end of my mother's train. Even though her body length veil did obscure a lot of her private details, I think every male in the room over the age of ten popped a boner from what they could see. The church's bright lights made her white veil seemingly shine brighter than was possible, and both my grandfather's robe and her veil's bright whites made them appear to have a spot light on them the entire time they walked down the very long aisle. Row by row, the astonished faces of the guests turned towards us as my mother and grandfather walked past them, their gaze transfixed on the shining pair until Joy and Honey strode by them, their unbridled nudity always triggering another round of silent gasps. Even though I was burning up with embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile seeing how happy and beautiful my mother looked as her father offered her to my dad and stepped away. Then as she stepped forward to stand beside my dad at the altar, my mother's eyes met mine. Despite having over three hundred people's eyes on us, for several moments it seemed as if we were standing there alone, sharing in our excitement and happiness while feeling the seventeen years of trust and love flow between us. I couldn't help but let my tears of happiness flow during the ceremony, having lost the fear of losing my oldest and best friend to my father, and was feeling closer to the both of them like I had never dreamed before. It was like I was getting married just as much as they were, and in a sense I was. This marriage officially made us a family, mother, father, and son. After the priest had said the magic words and they had kissed, they both noticed the emotions pouring out of me as I stood there with a quivering smile and wet face. Without hesitating or looking away from me, they both stretched an arm out towards me, and I instantly fell into their embrace, hugging them both while I bawled. It took me several minutes to get a hold of myself, discovering Honey and Joy had joined the family hug and were a little overcome themselves. By that time, the church had become extremely noisy with conversation, but when my mom signaled the organist to start the march, they quieted down as my mom and dad led the way back out to the foyer for the "thank you for coming" line up. I was stunned to find my mother back in her wedding dress after only having stepped into the back room for a moment, but only had time to wonder where the twins had gone before having to turn my attention to shaking hands and smiling a lot as the guests filed by. The feeling that Suzi and Brandon were having trouble in their relationship was amplified when I noticed Suzi snap at him down the line. Then when I briefly shook his hand, he wouldn't look me in the eye because he was afraid I would see the jealousy he felt towards me. Suzi and I exchanged kisses on the cheek, then she apologized before telling me they couldn't go to the reception. Strangely enough, I didn't really care, and I think it disturbed Suzi a little when I accepted it without even asking her the reason why. I was extremely surprised to find Eric and Joey standing in line together, Joey's borrowed escorts still clinging to Joey's sides. At first I thought they were just humoring each other, but then Joey whispered something into Eric's ear which made Eric crack up and then whisper back his reply. But by the time they reached my position in the line, Joey's good humor had been significantly reduced just by my very presence. Even Eric could feel the tension between us as Joey struggled to keep his wildly fluctuating anger and hatred from overcoming him as he shook my hand - one shake. Neither of us had said a word to each other before and during his handshake, but once he turned his back to me to greet my parents, I said to Joey, "Thanks, buddy. That meant a lot to me." Joey's only response was to pause in mid step, then nod his head without looking back at me. Even as he and my mom exchanged kisses on the cheeks, I could feel how thoroughly shaken he was from the strain to keep his self control. "You okay?" Eric said with a worried look. I looked at him and gave him my biggest smile before I grabbed him and lifted him off the ground hugging him. "Tim, put him down before you hurt someone!" my mom scolded. "Yes, mother," I said with another grin. Some things just never change. Eric sat down on the floor behind me to wait for the line to end, and when it had, Mr. Cord suddenly stepped out and said in an irritated voice, "Where have you been, Candice! I told you..." "I'm sorry, daddy," the owner of the panties which I had in my pocket said as she scurried up to her father. "Max got us locked in a room and I couldn't.." "I don't want to hear your excuses," he growled. "Chuck," my dad said walking up to them. "_This_ woman couldn't be that little girl I once gave a piggy back ride to, could it?" "The one and the same," Chuck Cord said proudly before turning towards me and saying, "Timothy Grodmen, meet your future wife, Candice Cord." "Future wife?!" both Candice and I exclaimed. "Now wait a minute, Chuck," my dad said. "I know we swore we'd have our kids get married if we had kids of opposite sex, but that was a long time ago and we didn't know what we were saying back then." "Are you saying you're breaking your promise?" Chucky Cord said with just a hint of a threat in his voice. I felt a momentary twinge of fear pass through my dad, but when he looked over at me, he blinked and then started to smile before covering it up with a serious face. "I'm sorry, Chuck. You know I can't fight you, but at the same time, I can't just hand you my boy. You'll have to do it yourself if you feel you have to, but I'll be grateful if you don't change him too much." "Charles!" my mother said. "What..." I didn't hear the rest of her sentence, nor my dad's response. I was too busy countering the creative pattern of command symbols Mr. Cain was sending at me. Chucky and Charlie had been best friends for most of their teenage years. They were both the sons of overbearing telepaths, neither one hesitating to modify their sons to fit their wishes. Through the years of constantly finding their friend's personality different from the last time they had seen each other, they somehow managed to keep their friendship and trust, hoping that someday one of them would discover their own telepathic abilities and free them both from their fathers' rule. Their fathers of course knew of this, and had made a bet with each other on who's son would discover their abilities first. And on the day my dad realized he had caused his mom to cum with a simple thought, Charlie was transformed by his father into Charles who no longer thought of Chucky as his best friend. After my paternal grandfather won the bet, he took his new prize and all of his favorite slaves off to start a new religion with himself as their God. Not only had Chuck lost his mother to his ex-best friend's father, he lost his own free will for the following two years as punishment for not being the first. His father released him from enslavement when the news of his mother and his father's friend had committed suicide, then pitied the young man enough to spend some serious time with him. A month later Chuck had developed his own abilities under his father's careful training and programming, and swore to his father he would always be the son he wanted him to be. Ten years passed before Chuck and Charles accidentally bumped into each other one day and rekindled their old friendship. But because neither of them trusted the other enough to allow them access to the other's mind, my dad couldn't undo Chuck's father's handiwork like he had sworn to do long ago. But they still had kept in touch. My dad had visited his palace when Candice was seven, and after introducing Chuck to the true art of butt fucking, they promised each other they would have their children marry if it worked out the right way. Little did Candice know that the man who had given her a piggy back ride around her father's chambers was secretly considering what her ass would feel like when she came of age. Only my dad's strong fear of having a child who would later overpower him kept him from purposely getting one of his many slaves pregnant. Making Candice his daughter in law would allow him to fuck her without upsetting is old friend since both men had been brought up to believing that to be the way things worked. My dad was feeding all this information to me as I continued to frustrate his old friend by easily countering every symbol coming out of his head. I couldn't help but smile as I realized what my father had found humorous about the situation. But then I realized my dad was hoping I'd be able to get past his friends barriers and fulfil their promise from their teens. His own mind had been cleared of his father's tampering by my mother a couple of months before my conception, but he knew he wasn't strong enough to force Chuck to allow him to do the same to him. When I started to press my own offense against his barriers, I came under attack by Candice as well, and it took me a few moments to adjust to their combined attack. But after my experiences at the colleges and then having withstood my grandfather's flood just an hour before, I easily pushed their attack back and quickly found a weakness in Chuck's barrier to exploit. I whistled as I examined Chuck's heavily altered mind, then said, "Uhm, dad? If I start ripping all these commands out, I'm not sure if there would be anything left of him." "Let me see, dear," my mom thought to me. "I've had some experience in clearing a father's commands out of grown men's minds." I had the panicking Chuck lower his barrier, then was surprised to find Candice attempting to enslave her own father. "Hey!" I said to her as I canceled every symbol she was emitting. "What do you think you're doing?" When Candice looked up at me, I felt her fear slap me in the face. I mean I literally thought she had physically slapped me, but it wasn't until I raised my arm in defense that I realized she hadn't moved. After disabling his telepathy, my mom studied the mind of the terrified but helpless man while I focused on Candice. "Hey Dad. Looks like he at least didn't follow in his father's footsteps. I can't find a single command in her head. She's clean." "What... What are you doing to my dad?" she said with a surge of fear and anger. "Yeah, what's going on?" Eric said, having just noticed something was happening that he couldn't sense. "Charles, Tim, you better look at this," my mom interrupted before I could answer them. As my dad and I tuned into Chuck's thoughts, my mom had him recall his plans for using Candice to regain his father's approval by her enslaving me. Their fathers had been equally gifted, but since my dad wasn't as powerful as Chuck was, Chuck assumed Candice would be more than a match for me. Why he hadn't considered my mother's telepathy getting passed down to me as well I will never know. Candice interrupted my scan of her father's mind when she said, "Come on! What are you waiting for? Take me over, you pansy!" I smiled at her desperate attempt to activate the commands she had placed in Eric's mind earlier that day. When Eric heard her say pansy, he instantly jumped forward, grabbed the surprise from my pocket, then cried, "Mistress! I found your panties!" Candice's jaw dropped after her hands felt her waistline, then she started turning red with embarrassment and anger. "You son of bitch," she spat. "How the HELL did you..." "Tim?" Eric cried, dropping the panties on the floor and looking at me. Seeing the frightened expression on his face distracted me long enough for Candice to slip away, but only managed to get as far as the door before running into my grandfather as he came in. "Thy haste is improper while in the presence of your Lord, child!" my grandfather bellowed after Candice bounced off of him. "And your insolence is very disturbing to me," he added after Candice attempted to enslave him in desperation. Having calmed Eric down with my empathic abilities and a gentle hug, I said, "Candice, I promise we're not going to harm you or your dad. All we want to do is undo what your grandfather did to your dad while he was growing up. If you promise not to interfere, I'll let you watch what my mom and dad are doing." "Tim, please tell me what is going on?" Eric begged. I sighed, then guided us down to sit on the floor. I proceeded to tell him what Candice had done to him and how I had gotten her panties. By the time I reached the part where he had pulled the panties out of my pocket, Eric was grinning at Candice for having played host to turning the tables on her. Once she had heard how I had tricked her into allowing me to grab her underwear, Candice ignored us since she was paying close attention to what my parents were doing to her father. Even though I was talking with Eric, I was watching her mind very closely, and she was very aware of it too. "How old are you, Candice?" I suddenly asked her. "What?" she said surprised I had to ask. "Oh. Shit, Eric. She's your age." "I'll be sixteen in two months," she insisted, momentarily looking over at us on the floor. "Have you started driving yet?" I asked, finding her slightly less uncomfortable from just talking about something normal. "Uhm, no. My dad won't let me," she said, rather absently. "Why not?" Eric asked, getting into the conversation. "I don't know. He just doesn't want me driving yet," she said, glancing at the empty spot next to us. "What about your mom?" Eric asked. "What about her? She's just another one of his play things," she said simply. "She want's whatever he wants. If I didn't have Voice, I'd be just like her." "Voice?" Eric queried me. "That's what some people call the ability to telepathically control others," I said to him. "And you're a mute," Candice said as she stared up at her father with a distant expression. "Sometimes I wish I was a mute." "Why?" Eric exclaimed. She looked him over, then smiled weakly before saying, "It's not all what its cracked up to be. Is it, Tim?" "I know what you mean, but yet I can't imagine going without it. It becomes a part of you pretty quickly, you know?" "I suppose... But sometimes I just wish I could have a normal life, with a normal mom and dad. I have seventeen half brothers and sisters. Guess how many arguments I've had with them." "Shit. Seventeen?" Eric said after a long whistle. "If I can't even get up and go to school without fighting my two sisters for the bathroom... I'd say thousands, maybe even millions." Candice stiffened at his words, but not because he insulted her or anything. "You haven't ever, have you?" Eric said softly. "No, I haven't. Not once. Until Tim's dad had me hold his coin, I was just a happy and obedient little girl who wouldn't do anything to make her father mad at her. I'm the only one who felt something from that coin, and I'm the only one he lets think for myself." "Well.." Eric said after a minute of silence, "if it helps any, being a mute isn't all it's cracked up to be either. At least you've never wet your pants while banging on the bathroom door." Candice actually let a smile appear on her lips for a moment, then glanced at me as to ask my permission to sit down next to us. I dusted the spot off with my hand, then for a split second I got another look at her ass as it descended. "So.." I began after another minute of silence had gone by. "Where did Max go off to?" "He's in the trunk," Candice said without remorse. "The trunk?!" Eric exclaimed. "Why?!?" "The fool locked the door thinking we would need it for privacy, but didn't read the sign saying the lock was broken and not to use it. We were locked up in there for an hour before the janitor finally managed to get the door open." "But it wasn't like he did it on purpose," Eric said before seeing the impatient look on her face. "You're not like other Voices I've met," Candice said while scanning Eric's mind again. "Most of them would have turned him into a suck machine or something." I grinned at Eric and said, "I wouldn't have to change him into one even if I wanted to. He was like that when I met him." "Fuck you," Eric said with a grin of his own as he slapped me in the gut. "I'm no suck machine." "Tim?" my dad interrupted. "We better be heading over to the reception hall now." Then he said to Candice, "We reached the point where your dad is cooperating, so we're going to finish undoing your grandfather's tampering in the limo on the way over. As long as you don't disturb us, you can ride along with us." "Can I talk to him before I decide?" she said getting up. "What is it, Candice?" her father said in a tired voice. I almost intervened when Candice suddenly entered her father's mind and constructed barriers around it, but I could feel how worried and scared she was and decided to just let her do what she felt she had to do. "It all right, mom," I said when she attempted to penetrate Candice's makeshift shields. "She's just making sure he's all right." "Tim?" Eric said softly. "Yeah?" I said while keeping my attention on what Candice was doing. "Thanks for... for not making me into your suck machine. Or making me ride in the trunk." "Uhm.. you're welcome," I said while attempting to open a thought channel with Candice. "Eric, could you go get my clothes from the dressing room for me? I, uhm, can't leave to get them myself." Eric looked around, then when he saw there wasn't really anyone watching, he gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Anything you want, lover." Even though I didn't move my eyes from the back of Candice's head, I watched him leave the room with a big grin on my face. My grin faded fairly quickly however when I found Candice issuing commands to her father's mind. "Shit, Candice," I said once I figured out what she had done. "Why don't you just make him your yes man and get it over with." As she lowered the barriers in her fathers mind, I stepped forward and offered her my arm from feeling how exhausted she was. "Thanks," she said after grasping my arm for balance. I led her over to a chair and waited for her to regain her strength a little before saying, "Well?" She looked up at me, then at Eric who had just returned from fetching my clothes and said, "I couldn't help myself." "Help what?" Eric asked. Candice smiled a little, but didn't respond, so I said, "Candice here just made her dad a teenager's dream father. Not only does he want to start teaching her how to drive, but she's going to find out what its like to have brothers and sisters with free wills." "You're not going to.. undo it, are you?" she asked pleadingly. "That will be up to my mom and dad," I said, looking over at my parents who were quietly discussing something with my grandfather. Something about the way they looked told me they were talking about me, but I didn't care. "Eric, you want to drive?" I said, pulling my keys out. "Really?" he said with a squeak that made me look at him. "Yeah. Why not? You've driven my car to school and back enough now that I don't think you're gonna crash into anything. And I'm just not feeling like driving an hour and a half after all this." "Okay!" he said tossing my clothes into my face and grabbing my keys. Eric had just started the engine when we noticed Candice running towards us. Eric lowered his window and yelled, "What is it?" "Can I ride with you?" she said as she reached the car. "I don't want to be in the car with my dad if they undo my little instructions." "What about Max?" I asked. "I let him out of the trunk and he's going to drive our car back for us. I don't need him anymore anyway." I wasn't quite sure what her true meaning was for that last bit, but before I could say okay, Eric said, "Sure. Hop in." Twenty minutes later, I was laying in the back seat not listening to Candice and Eric talk about everything under the sun. I was a little amused at how Candice was finding herself attracted to Eric while he didn't suspect a thing. To Candice, Eric was like a forbidden fruit. Not only was he gay, but he was the lover of another telepath who could easily make her into anything I wished. She found this reassuring for it made Eric safe from her tampering and that was something she had never had before. All her so called boy friends never gave her the slightest trouble which resulted in a very boring relationship. And I have to give Eric credit, for it was his personality and charms which were causing her to consider these things in the first place. I was thinking of letting Eric in on the secret when I suppose I must have fallen asleep. I awoke when the car stopped, and was surprised when Eric shut off the engine but left the fan and radio running. My suspicions were just beginning to rise when I heard Eric whisper, "I've never done this to a girl before." "You haven't? Mmmm.. You could have fooled me." "Wow, your skin is so soft... What are doing?" "Do you like it?" "Yeah.. But I think we better stop. I don't want to make a mess on the seat." "Oh, I don't think Tim will mind. You know, you really are good at this." I couldn't take it any longer. I sat up expecting to see them half naked or inside each others clothes, but instead found Eric holding a bottle of lotion while rubbing her neck and getting his own neck rubbed at the same time. I laid down as quickly as I had sat up, then fainted sleep when they both looked back from the squeak the seat had made. All wasn't lost, however. After Candice's scan of my cloaked mind told her I was still asleep, I then felt a surge of excitement come from the two of them. When I peeked through my eye lids, I knew Candice had made her move from the way the tops of their heads were practically touching. The familiar sound of lips parting was followed by Eric saying, "Wow. That was... nice." Her response was to simply press her lips against his again while unclipping his seat belt and pushing him backwards. I was grinning like a cat as Eric slipped further and further down the seat, but my mouth dropped open when he suddenly struggled to sit back up saying "Tim, do you think you can drive now?" "Uh... Yeah, I think so," I said without a moment's hesitation. "How did you know he was awake when I didn't?" Candice thought to Eric as I opened the door to get out. "I just know him too well," Eric said just before I opened his door. "Don't I lover?" "Better than I know myself, my lover," I said mirroring his grin as he got out. I sat down in my rightful place, then had to look over at Candice and say "Well? Aren't you going to get in the back seat with him? Or am I going to be driving the rest of the way for nothing?" "I really don't know what to make of you," she said with a frown before scrambling over the seat. Eric and Candice didn't pick up where they left off, but instead talked for a while before Eric initiated another kiss. I pretty much kept my attention on the road, trying to give them as much privacy as I could while still keeping tabs on how far they progressed. The extent of which never went beyond some heavy necking and mild fondling. Candice was a virgin and she wanted to stay that way for a few more years. They were just sitting and talking like before by the time I pulled into the parking lot of the reception hall. Even though I could feel their desire to spend more time together, they both felt there was something else they had to do first, and I was surprised to find Eric kissing the back of my neck after Candice went to join her father the moment the limo arrived after us. "Didn't you get enough of that from Candice?" I asked as he worked his lips around towards my own. He turned my head with his hands so I was looking at his face, then gasped when he gave my chin and lips a single lick. "Shit, Eric," I said, recognizing the look of intense horniness and desire on his face. "What did she do to you to make you this hot?" "Nothing like what I want YOU to do," he said, slipping his hands under my arm pits and attempting to pull me into the back seat with him. "Eric, my lover, now is not the time and you know it." "I don't care. I want you," he said huskily as he struggled even harder to get me into the back seat. I could have cooled his jets without any trouble, but it wasn't something I would do to him without a very good reason. So I decided to give him what he wanted the fastest and easiest way I knew how. Five minutes later, I zipped him up and wiped my mouth before taking in the sight of his limp form, then used the shirt I had worn to the church to wipe the sweat off his wet brow. He looked so precious with his eyes half closed watching me straightening my clothes, and then he wordlessly got out his comb and started combing my hair for me. Once my hair was done, he wrapped his arms around me from the rear and just hugged me for several minutes without saying a word. I felt so comfortable and at ease while he rocked us slowly back and forth in the back seat that it was a sort of shock when he finally let go and told me I looked good. The air outside felt a little chilly after being in the car with the windows all steamed up, so we raced to the building and almost knocked some lady off her feet when we burst through the doors. We had a grand time dancing and goofing around with our old friends, but Eric also spent a lot of time around Candice, and I even saw them dancing a slow dance once. I was a little relieved yet saddened when I realized Joey hadn't come to the reception either, but I pushed it out of my mind knowing he was probably taking full advantage of his borrowed companions instead of them just decorating his tux. I actually danced a slow dance with Penny after she sent the two frowning brothers to change their girls' diapers. I guess I will always have this soft spot for Penny. I don't really understand why I do, but I do. I wasn't really meaning to do it, but when I realized I was using my empathic abilities on her so she would allow me to give her the loving kiss I desired, I didn't stop what I was doing, and enjoyed the gentle wet kiss we exchanged on the dance floor. Penny's group left shortly after that, making the excuse that their girls weren't cooperating, but I knew it was because Penny was feeling guilty and confused about the kiss which she believed she had initiated on her own. A short while later, my eyes just happened to notice Jerry and Dana on the dance floor initiating what turned out to be a very long kiss of their own. I was curious to know what had brought that on, and no sooner had the question formed in my mind did my empathic senses report the sensations of some kind of decision had been made that they both were very happy about. I don't believe I've mentioned that when Jerry had gotten Dana pregnant, they believed they were married. They weren't legally married, nor did they go through any ceremony. Steven had implanted the suggestion they were married to get around my commands which prevented Jerry from ejaculating while fucking Dana in her front door. Both the suggestion and my command had long been removed, and they knew they hadn't been in control of their actions or minds during that time. But because they had had a child together and still felt like they had some kind of commitment or bond to each other, they never really believed they weren't married. Anyway, after they had left the dance floor, I wandered over to them hoping they would drop some hints about what had occurred, not wanting to invade their privacy by scanning their thoughts. I guess my intentions were more obvious than I had thought since they just kind of looked at each other when I walked up, then Dana said, "Well, I guess you might as well be the first." "First? First what?" I said, mirroring Jerry's shy grin. "The first to be invited to OUR wedding," Jerry said while Dana held her hand out to show me her engagement ring. "Holy shit," I said, shocked. "You're serious.. When is this going to happen?" "Not until after we graduate," Dana answered while Jerry took her other hand in his and gave it a kiss. "That's cool," I said, a little relieved. "Uhm, how are you going break this to your parents?" "We don't know, but we don't care," Jerry said, not taking his eyes off of her. "I just wish it wasn't over a year away still." "I wish we didn't live so far away from each other," Dana sighed. "I know we see each other every weekend, but it's... so hard during the week." "Yeah," Jerry agreed. I found myself rather conscious of how they had forgotten all about me as they sat there telling each other how miserable they were when they weren't together. They sounded a lot like two people who had just fallen in love for the first time, and it took me a few moments to realize that something else was going on here. They cared about each other, and they had convinced themselves what they were feeling was really their love. But the truth was they were being driven by their hormones more than anything else, and somewhere during their recovery from the wipe they made love and desire the one and the same. The longer they went without having sex, the greater their love seemed to become, and they had quickly found that no one can satisfy their needs like the other can. Jerry and Dana left right about then. They actually didn't leave, leave, just went out to Jerry's van to fuck like mad for a few hours before they had to go home. After watching them hurry out the door, I went and sat with Brad while John and Sandi danced. Somehow Brad talked me into taking Sandi into a back room to check her out, and once she had all her clothes off, I was so impressed with the thirteen year old's maturing body that I did a little exploring with my hands before having her get dressed again. "Shit, Tim," Brad said walking in on us as she finished putting on her top. "I think you've been hanging around Eric too long. You didn't even let her suck ya, did ya?" "Do I didn't, and Eric has nothing to do with it," I said patiently. "It's my mom's wedding day, Brad. It's something really special to me, and I'm just.. not in the mood, okay?" "Man, you don't know what you're missing," he said as Sandi automatically fished his manhood out and began her tonguing. "She has the best mouth in the school, and you never give her the chance to prove it to you. She's so proud of herself, but man... you never give her the time of day." "What is with you Brad? Ever since I've come back you've been trying to get me to fuck her or have her blow me. She doesn't require me to do anything with her to make her happy as long as she has you, so it must me you who wants me to do those things with her, not her. Why is that?" "Me?" he said surprised. "Sandi is the.. I've only.. Huh. Man, you know what? I guess you're right." "I know I am. But why?" "I don't know. Maybe I just want to know how good she really is. I mean, you've fucked more chicks than I can even dream of, and she really does work hard to make it as good as she can for me. Don't you, sucky sissy? Sandi made a loud slurping sound as she pulled her lips off his cock to say, "Yes, master. I love making you feel good." Brad motioned for his sister to kiss him, and I suddenly felt concerned that Sandi's slavery to her brother had outlasted its usefulness when the two siblings began heavily kissing with no holds barred. In fact I was starting to feel a little upset when Brad started undoing her clothes, so I left them there with plans to see Sandi in private the following week without Brad's knowledge or presence. As I was making my way towards the bar to get a soda, my father called from his seat at the table. From the sound of his voice and the fact that he had called me Timothy told me he had something to say or ask of me that I wouldn't particularly like. "Yeah dad?" I said, kneeling down between my mom and dad. "Baby," my mom said as she rubbed my back comfortingly. "There's something we'd like you to take care of while we're on our honeymoon. It's something very important to your father, and I think you should do it for him even if it first seems to be wrong." I took a deep breath, then looked at my father and asked, "What is it you want me to do?" "I want you to take care of mom for me while I'm away. She's all the time talking about how much she'd like to get to know you better, and she's taking my getting married pretty hard. I know it is a lot to ask of you, but she's my mother, and you're the only person she would accept to... comfort her while I'm away." "Uhm, I don't know.." I said, having a flash back to the unnatural feelings and images I had felt about her outside the elevator. "I have a good idea of what you mean by comforting her, and I don't think I could do that." "We understand that, honey," my mom coaxed. "But before you say no, we'd like you to at least talk to her a little to get to know her better. Give her a chance to be your grandmother. You may be surprised." "Mom is very a gentle, loving, and creative woman. It would mean so much to her, and to me if you just tried," my dad said with his eyes staring into the space next to me. His words were so sincere I couldn't help myself from saying, "Okay. I'll try." "Thank you, Timothy," my dad said, his eyes brightening as he looked me in the face. "She's probably helping with the drinks. If you could spend the remaining hour with her alone before we have to leave, I won't feel so guilty about leaving her. But to take her with us would just make everything that much worse." I sighed seeing that at least for me the party was over. "All right. Don't worry about Grandma, dad. I'll keep her happy one way or another. But I make no promises as to how." "That's all I could ask." When I went back to my seat, Eric immediately asked what they had wanted. I started to tell him, then suddenly noticed my grandfather talking to my grandmother, her expression showing how deeply she was listening to his words. "Uhm, I have to go do something until my parents leave, so I'll tell you later, okay?" "Okay," Eric said a little disappointed. But then he said, "Hey, do you think Candice would like to dance again?" "I wouldn't be surprised," I said, grinning over my shoulder as I walked towards my grandparents. "... with sparkling rivers and green mountains," my grandfather finished as I approached. They both waited for me to speak, and I suddenly felt like I was intruding. "I'm sorry.." I stammered. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to, er.." "Do not waste your breath on apologies, child. The time has come for my departure from this place, time for me to return to the heavens where I belong. Please wait here while I say farewell to my daughter and her new husband and bless their unborn child, then you both may walk me out." With that, he turned and approached the main table where my parents still sat, and after my grandfather began speaking his litany, I became very aware of my grandmother's eyes studying me. After I faced her and indicated she could continue her inspection, I felt strangely at ease while her eyes were undressing me and assessing my physical status. She had seen me nude many times, but never very closely, and it was weird to feel her affection for me growing just for the opportunity I was giving her. "Walk with me child," my grandfather said when he returned with his two angelic escorts close behind. He seemed extremely pleased about something, and after we walked in silence to the entrance of the banquet hall, he faced me and placed his hands on my shoulders while peering deeply into my surprised eyes. An empathic connection formed instantly, and I immediately knew that he had come to my mother's wedding to assess me as much as to give her away at the altar. I sensed how incredible his telepathic strength was, and then felt his intense desire to leave the world a better place than he had originally found it. For some reason he felt that I was the key to accomplishing this, and this was his way of telling me he was very proud of me. Then with a twinkle in his eye, he broke the connection and stepped backwards through the door which his two companions held open. "Have faith in yourself Timothy Jasper Brandton. Have faith," he said as he raised his arms up high. Thunder began to boom in the distance outside as he began lowering his arms slowly, a look of intense concentration covering his face. As his arms went lower, the booms and flashes of light came closer, obviously having some kind of a link open with someone else that was somehow producing the thunder and light show. I knew it had to be some kind of illusion, but I was certain he wasn't transmitting symbols to my senses and I was baffled at how he could be producing the lightening effects any other way. Just as the thunderclaps became almost deafeningly loud, my grandfather raised his hands again and cried, "FAREWELL, MY CHILDREN! UNTIL I AM NEEDED AGAIN!!" The blinding light of lightening flashed all around them for an instant, and then to my utter astonishment he and his two escorts were gone. I ran outside hoping to catch a glimpse of a yellow cab or a white robe flapping in the wind while its owner hurried away, but I found nothing but the large open space of the driveway and the grassy area between it and the main road. I immediately began building up energy in my mind for a pulse tailored for detecting mental cloaks and shields, something which I had worked out by studying the information I had collected about symbols and mental barriers. My confidence in my understanding of the symbols and their uses was lowered considerably when my pulse failed to detect them. I repeated the pulse five or six times, shrugging off numerous complaints from several guests about how annoying my pulses were to their telepathic senses. "Honey, please stop doing that," my mother said from the door. "But mom... He has to be within my range. Nobody can just disappear like that!" "I know that, but daddy has been playing these kind of tricks on people since I was a little girl, long before he discovered his abilities. Sooner or later he'll show you how he did it because that's just how daddy is. He loves making you go nuts trying to figure it out, but he eventually reveals it to you once he has had his fun." "But how could he have done it? I mean, the lightening and thunder and wind? They had to be an illusion.. But I didn't detect him doing.." I said desperately. "Timmy, just because he didn't use his abilities doesn't mean he couldn't have done it another way. He must have been planning it since the day he found out about the wedding, maybe longer. I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. Now please, for my sake, stop doing that pulse thing of yours? It's giving me a headache." "Oh, all right," I sighed. After she went back inside, I stood there still dumbfounded, unable to accept that he had vanished into thin air, and finally concluded my grandfather had somehow gotten around my barriers and had simply used his illusionary abilities like he had before but without me detecting it. I wasn't really happy with that conclusion, but for the time being decided I could live with it and went back to my other grandparent who was waiting patiently by the door watching me. "Uhm, Grandma? Dad wanted us to, uhm, get to know each other, and, uhm, well.. If you'd like, we can go out to one of the limos.." "Whatever you wish," she said softly. I offered her my arm which she gracefully accepted, and as we turned towards the limos, I saw my mom and dad watching us approvingly from a window. "Grandma, do you remember your life before you were a servant?" I asked with tenderness as we walked slowly to the head limo. "No, my young master. I have always been a servant. I was born that way." "I.. If it is all right with you, I'd rather you call me Tim or Timmy. You're my grandmother, not my slave, okay?" "As you wish, Timmy." I opened the limo's door for her and insisted she get in first, then took a moment to breathe some of the cool air deeply before following her inside. "Are you uncomfortable around me Timmy?" she asked after I had sat there for a minute trying to decide what to say first. "A little, I guess. But it isn't anything you've done. I'm just not really sure if.." "I understand," she said with great tenderness and love. Her sudden surge of emotion made me look at her, and for the first time I noticed how clear and focused her eyes seemed. Those eyes were not the eyes of a mindless slave or some sexual pervert with no morals or conscience. They were the eyes of a woman with her own feelings and mind, a woman who was terrified of losing the man she had sworn to love and serve for the rest of her life. Her eyes contained the glimmer of the hope that I would allow her to be my slave if her son no longer needed her as his own. She was even a bit excited at the concept of providing me the pleasures and experiences which she believed only she could give me, and I found myself struggling between giving her what she wanted and the wrongness I felt it would be to do so. "I think I would feel better if we just talked a while. Like, maybe you could tell me about dad when he was little or something." "I would like that," she said with an honest smile. "So... what did dad like to do for fun when he was little?" "Oh, he loved playing "find the tit" and "spank my ass" when he was really little, but when he turned five or so he started playing with other children and would sometime have fucking races with them." "Fucking races?" "He was so good at that game. Each boy would have to fuck ten girls. The first to get all ten girls to cum won the game. I was always on Charles' team, and he always left me for last so I could be the one who he came in. Of course that was before he could cum for real. I will never forget the first time he came inside of me. We both cried we were so happy." As she continued to tell me about my dad's extremely sexually active childhood, I began probing her mind in search for the commands which had enslaved her. She had just finished telling me about his sixteenth birthday orgy when I stumbled across her memories of her own early childhood. "You really have been a slave your whole life," I said softly as I looked into her faded green eyes. Her eyes automatically lowered in submission, and I felt her hope rise. "Grandma?" I said uncertainly. "What is it that you want from me?" "I wish nothing from you but to serve you, my lord," she said automatically. I sighed in frustration for I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere by talking to her, and couldn't decide what would be best to do next. After several minutes my staring at her in silence, she said sadly "I truly have outgrown my usefulness..." "No you haven't," I said, feeling her sorrow. "I'm sorry if I'm not what you wanted. It's just that I've never had a grandmother before, and I just don't know if I can do the things you expect me to do with you." "No, it isn't your fault, my young master. Even my Charley doesn't find me useful or pleasurable. I have no purpose, no master, no life," she said ending in a whisper. "Please don't do this," I said, finding myself being pulled into her grief. "Dad still loves you, and I know he still needs you. Why do you think he wanted me to spend time with you? He wants you to be happy, and so do I." "You do?" she said almost looking up at me. "But you have no need for an old woman as your slave. You could have any woman you wished. I used to be Charlie's favorite, but now..." My mind was spinning from her sadness as I searched for something to say or do to comfort her. I couldn't do what I knew she wanted. I just couldn't do the thing she couldn't ask. It was wrong, and I couldn't allow myself to cross that.. "Line.." I said with a jerk. "Grandma, I'll make a deal with you. If I be your master tomorrow, would you try and be my grandmother the day afterwards? I've always wanted a grandmother, someone that plays games with me, makes cookies, gives me little presents, and basically spoils me rotten. That's what Joey's grandma did with him, and I've always been a little jealous of that. It would mean a lot to me..." "I.. I don't know how to make cookies, and I have no money to buy you presents.." "That's okay. I've baked cookies before, so how about we make some cookies together instead? What we're doing isn't really important. All I really want is to spend some time with you. Just spend some time with my grandma." "You want to spend time? With me?" she said, momentarily looking up into my eyes. That momentary glance was all I needed to capture her eyes and hold them with my empathic abilities. The empathic connection formed instantly and I flooded her with my old time desires of having a grandparent like Joey's to do things with and love. As my sex slave grandmother opened her arms for our first hug, the memory of Joey running up to his grandmother for their huggy kissy hello popped into my head. I had been so jealous of Joey for having a grandmother to do something like that with, so naturally I had outwardly scorned Joey's affection for his grandmother while internally desiring nothing more than to trade places with him just for one hug or cookie. I finally had my turn that magical night. It was a day in which two of my biggest childhood dreams had come true, and that very thought brought me to tears. As I started blubbering in her arms, the memory of Joey crying in his grandmother's arms after skinning his leg just pushed me over the edge, and suddenly the sex slave who was holding me transformed into a mother, or more precisely, a grandmother. My grandmother. We only spent about ten minutes as grandmother and grandchild that night, most of which was her holding me saying, "Don't cry, little one. I'll make everything okay for my little master." I don't know why, but those words did make me feel loved and protected, and that only increased the emotions which were causing my tears. Once I had settled down, I found myself curled up against her chest struggling to keep my eyes open. If I hadn't sensed her slight discomfort of having a seventeen year old on her elderly lap, I probably would have fallen asleep right then and there. But instead I got on my knees, straddled her lap, and gave her another big hug and kiss on the cheek. Then I looked into those not so faded eyes and asked, "So, do we have a deal?" I felt her struggle against the desire to lower her eyes in submission, and as we continued to stare into each other's eyes I felt her make the decision to be whatever I wanted her to be. The next thing I knew we were nose to nose with big broad grins on our faces, both of us feeling a bond with the other which we had never felt before with anyone. It was the bond of a grandmother and grandson, and we knew we would be close for now on. We talked for little while, her old slave habits quickly returning to make the conversation a comparison of sexual feats and techniques. But when I decided it was time to return to the party, she surprised me by asking me for another hug and kiss. The hug was very warm and heartfelt, but I didn't realize what she wanted in the kiss until our lips were against each other and I felt her mouth opening as an invitation to my tongue. I never felt so torn between my morals and my compassion, for I knew she was testing me to find whether I truly cared for her or was simply being nice to her for my father or out of a sense of duty. I unintentionally looked in her eyes again and my gaze must have had such a begging/pleading look to it that it conveyed to her the deep conflict her actions were causing within me. Without the use of an empathic connection, she felt and understood my feelings in a way that resolved her own questions of my motivations. Her lips sealed shut before she moved them to my cheek, then we spent another few minutes in a long gentle hug before leaving the privacy of the limo. As soon as my father saw we had returned, he used his abilities to form a path through the remaining guests and quickly joined us with a questioning look. "You okay mom?" he said, taking her hands in his. "I'm fine, my Charley," she said with her eyes pointed down. "Charley?" he said surprised. "You haven't called me that since... I don't even remember when. Tim, what did you do? No. Don't answer that. I don't really care what you did, just don't undo it." "Charles?" my mother said walking up behind him. "Is everything okay?" My dad was about to respond when his light monitoring of his mother's thoughts picked up the same thing that my empathic senses were telling me. "Oh mother," he sighed before locking lips with her and shockingly frenching her with all his might. "Shit," I said when I realized she was frenching him back just as hard. I really shouldn't have been surprised for I knew they did that kind of thing, but I had never actually seen it until that moment. But what I never expected was feeling my own mother desiring the same thing with me, and my shocked exclamation of "MOM!" cut the other two's exchange short. "I can't help it, dear," she said apologetically. "You have never watched your father with his mother. Once I got over the shock of it, their sex is very loving and beautiful. And sometimes I miss having my little boy to cuddle with in the mornings..." I felt the jealous fear from my grandmother flare up again as I moved to give my mother a hug, so once I had, I telepathically pointed my grandmother's feelings out to my mother, finding my dad had already done so and was waited for her reaction. Eric wandered up at that moment, but once I had let him know what was going on telepathically, he headed off towards the bar where the soda and other teens were at. I had missed what my mom had said while I had been filling Eric in, but when I saw we were heading for a empty table in a quiet corner, I pretty much guessed she was going to try and talk it out. Knowing how little words meant to my grandmother, I began looking for something to do to help bridge the gap between the two women, and I was only half way listening to what they were saying when I felt my grandmother's interest pick up. "Hey.." I said, interrupting my dad repeating the same thing he had been saying the past five minutes. "Grandma, you're a sex slave, right? You're afraid of losing your son as your master to another woman. But like the saying goes, you're not losing a son or a master, you're gaining a daughter and a mistress." "Timmy, I don't think..." my mom began. "He's right, mother," my dad chimed in. "You're still my mother, and my favorite slave. Don't you see that? And ever since I was fourteen you've been trying to get me to find some girl to make my bride and have my children. If I had enslaved someone like you wanted me to, you probably wouldn't have been my favorite any longer. But with Sam, it's different." "Yeah, grandma. My mom isn't replacing you. How could she? She could never be my dad's slave any more than my dad be hers. Who knows? Maybe you and my mom will... er, nevermind.." I said turning red. "What were going to say, Timothy?" my dad said grinning. "Come on now. Remember who you're talking to." "Oh.. All right," I said, seeing his point. "But I wasn't really thinking when I.." I paused when my eyes fell upon my mother's humorous and questioning face. "Uhm, well, I was going to say maybe you might, uhm, you know... have her, uhm, do stuff." "Like?" my mother said, enjoying putting me on the spot like this after I had made a big deal about her own momentary moral weakness. I took a deep breath and said, "Like kissing, eating each other out, stuff like that, okay?" "That's sounds like a wonderful idea," my mother said. "It does?" both my dad and I nearly screeched. "Yes. And while we are having some lesbian loving, I think it is about time you show your father what a cock feels like in his ass." "ACK!" I said as the image ran through my head. "Very funny, Sam," my dad said, not falling for it. "Mother has never desired lesbian sex, and I'd rather give up sex all together before allowing something like that to happen. No hard feelings, son." "Dad, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last ass on Earth," I said with a nervous grin. "Charley?" my grandmother said softly. "Yes my sexy mother?" "Will you still want me to give your morning suckings when you get back from your honeymoon?" "Yes, mother. And our after lunch fucking. We might have to start skipping the nightly makeouts again for a while, but you know me." "Yes... You always come back to your mother's kiss. I love you, my master, my son." "And I love you too, my sexy fuck whore. Now give me a quick blow before I leave, and then you're Tim's little sex machine until I get back." "Charley, I don't want to be Tim's slave," she said making eye contact with her son. "What? Why?" he said astonished. She and I exchanged looks, then she said with a smile, "I'm going to be his grandmother. If you allow it, my master, my dear master?" "I.. I suppose that's... Yes! If that's what you want, then by all means... But..." "But?" I said when grandma didn't. He looked at me and said, "Tim, if you could just... Let her give you one blow job. For me? Please? You've never experienced anything like it before, and it just wouldn't feel right if my own son..." "We'll see, dad. We'll see.." When my grandmother started slipping beneath the table out of sight, I quickly announced I had to go find Eric and got up to leave. My mom indicated she wanted to join me, so we walked away holding hands, and ended up altering our course to head for the dance floor. I danced two slow dances with my mother without either of us saying a word, then at the end of second, we just stood there looking at each other's happy faces as the sounds and movements around us faded from our senses. Just like at the altar, my mom and I shared in the closeness which we had had all throughout the seventeen years of my life. Until falling in love with Suzi and later developing those same feelings for Joey, my mother had been my closest confidant, the most important person in my life, and my only love. While I had never lost that love, I knew my mom had been somewhat hurt when my heart was no longer hers alone. But she had known it was just a part of life for me to find someone else to love, and had simply accepted her place in my life. Luckily for the both of us, my dad showed up and rekindled the spark which they had formed before my conception, and now we both were sharing in the very same love which had not been diminished by our love for others. It was like we were letting each other know that no matter what the future held, we could always depend on the other just like we had when it was just the two of us living alone. Our surroundings returned when my father walked up, and I suddenly felt inspired to do something I never thought I would do. I kissed my mother on the lips there in front of my dad, but it was a kiss which contained no lust or desire, just the love of a son for his mother on her wedding day. When my mom had to bow her head to wipe a few tears from her eyes, my dad and I had a sort of a moment ourselves before we each put an arm behind her back and the three of us made our way to the door for their final departure on their honeymoon. Eric found me just in time for me to throw the single handful of rice right before they got into the limo. That was my only disappointment that day. I realized my mom didn't remember my age old promise to be the first to throw the rice when she complained that she'd never get all the rice out of her dress. "Oh well. It's not like she was going to be wearing it much longer," I said softly as the limo drove away. "You okay?" Eric said looking into my face. I looked back at him with sparkles in my eyes and said, "I'm feeling GREAT!" +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The first 12 chapters of this story are available at: http://www.mcstories.com/Tim/ And the very latest version of this story, plus other stories set in _The Book_'s Universe are also available at: ftp://asstr.ml.org/pub/Authors/Rass_Senip/ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----