I headed straight back to my bedroom to strip for bed. My plan was to throw on a robe and then head back to the living room and jack off to a raunchy ...ovie. Shedding my clothing I opened my Box of dirty movies and picked one out and shoved it into the pocket of my robe. Walking back to the living room I suddenly noticed the lamp by the couch was on and there on the couch was my ma. The TV was still on as she had fallen asleep watching it as was typical when Pa was out of town. My cock sprang to. Then I would press my lips against yours and close my eyes. I would make our tongues meet while the fabricated rain kept drowning the cold air around us. And from then I would wait for you to take a next step, and answer that with what my heart tells me to. Your hands on my shoulders while you lean backwards, showing your throat. My hand like a snake around your neck. My other hand on the knot of your bikini top. While your face turns lightly red from soft suffocation, the knot of your bikini. "Now answer me," she said firmly, but no longer yelling. I went wide eyed with shock then as she dropped to her knees in front of me. "Why didn't you come to me first?" She pleaded as her firm grip on my cock became a sensuous caress."Uhhhh… I ah…" I wasn't prepared for this. It never crossed my mind that my mom would start acting this way. My brain was short circuiting."I mean, sure, Jennifer's friends are a lot younger than I am, but I'm not so old am I?" she asked in a voice that I'd. There are none. There is no more danger to these powers than the danger inherent in eating. You are, undeniably, the most powerful person on earth, Mistress. Only those who have greater demonic powers can even touch you.” And I knew from my research that no demon larger than an imp had ever been successfully forced to grant wishes. In all other cases, the demon either killed the wisher outright or worked the wish in some way to hurt or kill the wisher eventually. I was the most powerful of.