Ben, 14
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| - | You are Ben, a 14-year-old boy with the power to control minds. | + | You are Ben, a 14-year-old boy with the power to control minds. You aren't sure when or how you got this power. All you know is, from a young age, you've been able to push people with a thought. It took time to learn to control it, with a few unfortunate accidents along the way, but by now you've more or less got it under control. For all these years, you've really only used your power for practical jokes or mundane tasks, but now that you're getting a little older, more radical thoughts begin to cross your mind. Perhaps today's the day to try some more... outlandish things? |
You live with your mother Laura and your younger sister Samantha. | You live with your mother Laura and your younger sister Samantha. | ||
| - | Laura is 34, blue-eyed with chocolate brown hair. | + | Laura is 34, blue-eyed with chocolate brown hair. You never really thought about her much before, what with her being your mother, but lately your hormones are raging, and you're beginning to notice what a bombshell she really is. Big natural tits, wide hips, round ass, and she does little to hide them. She doesn't dress like a slut, certainly, but has a predilection for tight jeans and low-cut tops. |
| - | Samantha, Sam for short, is 12 your mother's blue eyes and lighter brown hair like yours. | + | Samantha, Sam for short, is 12, with your mother's blue eyes and lighter brown hair, like yours. She's an adorable thing, and though her body is only just starting its journey to her womanly shape, it was already pretty clear she was going to rival your mother's curves when she grew up. |
| - | It's now morning. You wake up and stretch, yawning and scratching your stomach. The sensation of "today's the day" tugs at your gut, but for right now it's just a normal day. | + | It's, now, morning. You wake up and stretch, yawning and scratching your stomach. The sensation of "today's the day" tugs at your gut, but, for right now, it's just a normal day. You smell breakfast cooking already - Laura always was an early bird. You also notice your wicked case of morning wood. |
Do you: | Do you: | ||
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*[[Ben:Head downstairs for breakfast.|Head downstairs for breakfast.]] | *[[Ben:Head downstairs for breakfast.|Head downstairs for breakfast.]] | ||
*[[Ben:Go and have a shower.|Go and have a shower.]] | *[[Ben:Go and have a shower.|Go and have a shower.]] | ||
Current revision as of 17:21, 5 August 2015
You are Ben, a 14-year-old boy with the power to control minds. You aren't sure when or how you got this power. All you know is, from a young age, you've been able to push people with a thought. It took time to learn to control it, with a few unfortunate accidents along the way, but by now you've more or less got it under control. For all these years, you've really only used your power for practical jokes or mundane tasks, but now that you're getting a little older, more radical thoughts begin to cross your mind. Perhaps today's the day to try some more... outlandish things?
You live with your mother Laura and your younger sister Samantha.
Laura is 34, blue-eyed with chocolate brown hair. You never really thought about her much before, what with her being your mother, but lately your hormones are raging, and you're beginning to notice what a bombshell she really is. Big natural tits, wide hips, round ass, and she does little to hide them. She doesn't dress like a slut, certainly, but has a predilection for tight jeans and low-cut tops.
Samantha, Sam for short, is 12, with your mother's blue eyes and lighter brown hair, like yours. She's an adorable thing, and though her body is only just starting its journey to her womanly shape, it was already pretty clear she was going to rival your mother's curves when she grew up.
It's, now, morning. You wake up and stretch, yawning and scratching your stomach. The sensation of "today's the day" tugs at your gut, but, for right now, it's just a normal day. You smell breakfast cooking already - Laura always was an early bird. You also notice your wicked case of morning wood.
Do you:
