Let them attack us. But again, we were fighting mind-controlled innocents. We had to draw out the controlling factor. I still had now worked out ho... to do that. These guys had the perfect weapon.I had to keep stinging them until they decided to do the job themselves. They had to feel safe doing that, so my legendary second sense had to really be under wraps. I had to work in the club, and still sting them. I had to figure out the police angle. They were just as open to the control as. She knew what I was doing. I removed my undershorts and socks too, leaving myself dressed in only a condom.I teased Mom for a long time. Before I knew it, "Dennis the Menace" was on. We were on the slide to "Leave It To Beaver", time move on to the next phase.I think Mom knew when it was coming, perhaps because I hadn't tickled or paddled her for almost a minute, but maybe just because she sensed it. Anyway, she hardly flinched when the dildo first nosed between her lower lips to explore her. I knew I was ready by the amount of moisture which met the tips of my probing fingers, it made me gasp with delight. I rolled my eyes in desire, burrowed excitedly under the fabric of my saucy panties and sunk two voracious fingers deep into the folds of my soft, smooth, succulent shaven pussy with a sign of extreme bliss. This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. My free hand gripped around the ridged base of my tempting toy whilst my thumb expertly applied the perfect amount of pressure. I waited for her to say something to me about them, but after a week with nothing, I thought I might have been mistaken about her finding them. Things went on around the house with the same boring regularity as always until one afternoon in May.I came home form work and mom was in the living room watching TV.“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said. Her face was flushed and I could tell she was nervous. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said.“What is it?” I asked.“Silly, it won’t be a surprise if I.