Katrina froze in shock at the sight of the older woman, her hand holding the base of her brother's cock, her open mouth a mere half an inch away from the erect tip, turned slightly when she looked to see who it was in the doorway. She couldn't hide her nakedness, or what she'd been about to do.
And she really did want to do it too. It had been a fantasy of hers ever since she’d read about giving blowjobs in the sex magazines her girlfriends were all subscribing to. And the fantasy was for her brother's cock, specifically. All the other guys she'd ever met were either complete assholes or complete wussbags - neither of which appealed to the eighteen year-old brunette. At least her brother was a good guy, and he even loved her in his own way. She didn’t know how she'd managed to overcome her fear and embarrassment and get this far into her fantasy, but when her step-mom stepped into the doorway all her fears and embarrassment came flooding back. A single tear left her eye and ran down her fair cheek as she prayed for a miracle.
In that first split-second, Gerald realised he had nothing to lose by trying to save the situation with his new-found mind powers. There is nothing wrong with this, Gerald thought, trying to push the idea across into his step-mother's mind. It is perfectly normal for Katrina and her brother to be naked together, fooling around. You should shut the door so that they can get on with it. Silently he begged God that it had worked – the amount of trouble he would get into if it didn't wasn't worth thinking about.
He almost breathed a sigh of relief when the expression on Brielle's face softened, a small smile crossing her lips as if she was glad that her husband's children were having fun together. But what really took Gerald by surprise was when she moved into the room before shutting the door. His mind raced.
Relieved that his powers had worked, Gerald took a good long look at his stepmother. Her blonde hair formed a curly halo around her heavenly face. Her blue eyes twinkled while she was in her hypnotic state. Was that a sign of happiness, or something more akin to horniness? Brielle was wearing a loose white blouse through which her bra was barely discernable, tight dark blue jeans, and light brown knee-high cowboy boots with two-inch heels. Her tongue slid over her lips, ever so lightly, and she eyed Gerald's naked erection.
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