"Who are you?" Mom demanded. "What are you doing in my house?" Then shetold Erin, "Call the police..." Don't," I told Erin, reaching out mentally and...lowering her willpower. Ihad just begun to do so when I caught myself and clamped down on this,feeling something strange inside of me. It took me several seconds torealize what it was. Guilt, or at least a stirring of it.I felt a strong temptation to target my Mom, to reduce her willpower andbend her to my will. To turn her into my servant,. ."So since we aren't related this won't seem weird, but I'm very horny haven't been fucked in forever. And I've told you stories before about how I liked only big black cock, well I didn't know you had such a nice cock." I was turned on by her forwardness, and I continued to stroke my cock in front of her but this time I moved to make a show of it for her. She licked her lips and continued to gaze at my stiffening cock. She motions for me to get up and go over to her. I walk to her and she. Then we sat on the sofa and started chatting about how our college life was and who was really boring in the lectures etc. After some time she peeped out of the window to see whether the rains had stopped or not but it was still drizzling. Then we planned to play a game to pick a chit and perform the act so she had written a few chits and I did the same and we put all those chits in a bowl. Since I was so eager to have her I decided that what better chance can I get that this chit game to do. Aunty Teresa ( or aunty T as i call her ) was my mums cousin, she was a few years younger than mum but they'd grown up together and were like sister. She was a very succesful woman with her own company a string of ex husbands and a very outgoing personality.I'd not seen my aunty T for a few years, so when she arrived she commented constantly on how much i'd grown and what a handsone young man i was. As soon as i saw here all my memories of her were confirmed. The smell of Channel no5, hairspray.