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New update coming real soon, Prolly by tommorow morning.... Feeling a lil better now

In the morning Tammy woke up, ten minutes before the alarm went off. That was unusual, because she normally found herself hitting the snooze button a couple of times before finally getting up. She all but jumped out of bed, strolled into her bathroom and stood before her mirror. She rubbed her eyes because her reflection didn't look quite right. As she stood there staring at herself she shifted her weight from one foot the next and her panties, slid down her legs and fell at her feet. She was startled. That was strange. She looked in her full length mirror and thought that her butt looked smaller. She dusted off the scale and stood on it and couldn't believe what it read. She had lost ten pound overnight. How was that possible? She stepped into the shower and found that it seemed roomier than she remembered. She noticed that she could see her toes and her belly seemed smaller. She was elated. She scrubbed herself good and was feeling sexy so decided to examine her breast which seemed also to have shrunk some. She rubbed her nipples and almost lost her balance, the feeling was so much more stimulating than before, her nipples were much more sensitive and she couldn't stop playing with them. The feeling was amazing and before she knew it her left hand had found its way between her legs. She muffled a scream and found herself climaxing quickly. She didn't know what was going on, but she liked it, and the day was starting off great. Going to her closet, she found everything she tried on too big and hung on her. As a last resort she pulled out an old dress that she hadn't wore since high school and tried it on. It not only fit, but her legs looked pretty good, lots of the cellulite seemed to have melted away. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad. She decided to take a chance and go with it.
Lizzy Brooks had an interesting night, and for the first time in nearly twenty years she had many erotic dreams. She was tempted to dig through her closet to see if she could find her old vibrator, until she remembered that if she found it the batteries would be dead. She couldn't believe that this old girl was having such thoughts, but she pulled on her sagging breast and nipples and fingered her sparsely gray haired vagina and enjoyed several wonderful orgasms. In the morning when she rose she felt better than ever. The arthritis in her back seemed to have gone away. Her muscles felt stronger and tighter. She put on her glasses and bounced out of bed surprised at the speed in which she was able to move. She hurried into the bathroom and was stun to see the face looking back at her. It was a bit blurry, when she removed her glasses she noticed her vision had improved. The face staring back at her was one she hadn't seen in fifty years. Her face had lost all of the wrinkles she had earned over time. It was youthful face of a woman half her age. The mole just north of the left corner of her mouth was once again a "beauty mark" and not a mole ready to sprout hair. Her long white hair which was wound around her head was now longer and had changed to a light brown with a few traces of gray mixed through it. She notice that her nightgown was fitting her much tighter, peeling it off she found that her breast no long hung low but seemed to have become much more full and sagged only slightly from their new position high upon her chest, they were no longer asymmetric, but full and twins of each other. Her areolas were full circles again. With a trembling hand she reached for and captured a nipple and a sighing loudly as they were more sensitive then she could have ever imagined them to be. She had to pull herself away from them to look lower. She wished she had a full length mirror, because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She has a full brown bush of matching hair covering her sex. She moved her hands to find the diamond jewel that pierced her vagina brightly shining as if it was plugged into an electric source. It was no longer the pale white crystal, it had become those many years ago, now it was flexing with all the colors of the rainbow.
"What is going on," she thought, as her hands seemed to take on a life of their own, pulling, rubbing and probing so much she had to lie down. She thought she should stop but couldn't. After thirty minutes and three of the most intense orgasms she had ever induced she was able to tear her hands away from her needy sex. "Damn, that feels so good. I have got to find a partner!" She thought......

TBC.. Updates gon come slower now.. I may be coming down with malaria..

"Great job, Johnny," his dad said from within the ring. I have only a minute before Mike Adams arrives, I want you to tell him that you are my son and you are eighteen years old and your trust fund is open and available to you now. I will give you the account number when he asks, and you have your ID."
"Wait a minute. What trust fund?" John asked.
"No time. Call him Mike. I am the only person he's ever let get away with that," his father said.
"Mr. Smith, I presume." The portly man extended a beefy hand to John who quickly stood and took the hand placing his left hand on top of both of them in the warmest of greetings.
"Please, call me John. I understand that you knew my father, Dr. Zachary Smith."
The large man visibly reacted. His face blushed but he quickly recovered. "Yes, I did know your father. Great guy, I am sorry for your loss," he said aloud, but thought, "My God, I didn't know the man had a son." He said, "Alright John, how can I be of service?" He gestured for John to begin walking with him to his office. Most of the female staff felt compelled to make an appearance along the route to the president's office drawn to see the dapper young man meeting with Mr. Adams and to show off their charms.
Arriving at the plush office, Mr. Adams asked John to sit in one of the overstuffed brown leather chairs that were strategically place in front of his large regal desk. He slid behind it and plopped down into his large comfortable leather chair, which made John think of the British nursery rhyme, "Ole King Cole".
"Mike, I understand that my trust fund is managed by your bank, and since I celebrated my eighteenth birthday a few months ago I am ready to manage my affairs." John said as a broad smile creep to his lips as he centered himself into the leather chair.
Meanwhile, Ms. Lizzy Brooks slowly but steadily walked through the foyer into the familiar surroundings of the bank; she came here almost every day usually bringing cookies or some baked goods or candy for the staff. Lizzy was well over 100 years old and been a member of the community of Mountain View for longer than most residents had been alive. The old black woman was still in amazing shape for someone her age and had lost none of her wit and charms the years. She still stood tall at about 5'7" and had a lovely face and figure, causing all those whom she met to wonder what a beauty she must have been in her younger years. Her creamy tan skin only now began to show signs of her advanced age. She would be the first to admit that she was slowing down, but could still run circles around most of the staff at the assisted living community where she resides. Today she brought a basket of fresh muffins; she managed to make time to bake occasionally. She was a welcomed sight to the employees and managers and tried to make her appearance when she knew things were a little slower. She always began at Tammy's desk as she made the rounds, like their mail courier dropping off the daily mail.
Michael Adams was pecking at the keyboard of his computer using his two index fingers, still fighting the information age single handedly, his reading glasses low on the bridge of his nose. "Well, let's see what we have here John, it says that your trust account has," he had to steady himself as he double checked to make sure he read it correctly, "...over $2 million dollars."
"Should be just a little north of 2.5 by now if my math is correct," John's father said from the ring.
"Should be closer to two five, if I am not mistaken," John said. "Would you make certain that I have access, the normal things, line of credit, ATM, Debit card and credit cards, I'll be back tomorrow around the same time to collect them."
"Of course, John, will there be anything else we here at the Main Street Bank can do for you, please let me know." The humbled Michael Adams said, the last thing he needed was two million dollars of assets removed from his bank. John Smith just became one of his most important single customers.
They shook hands and Mr. Adams was escorting John back to the receptionist desk, when they came upon Ms. Lizzy, distributing her muffins. Mr. Adams introduced John to the old woman, and having plenty of muffins, she offered one to John as well. She placed it in a napkin and put it in his hand, and when their hands touched a bolt of power left the ring, unseen by all and went through the old woman through to her body, to her very core, down to a diamond jewel permanently pierced in her labia majora, filling the jewel and radiating. The jolt shook her. Flashbacks of her younger self, lovers throughout her lifetime, memories and feelings all came rushing back to her in an instance. She relived all the pleasures, all her orgasms all at once. She closed her eyes and she saw him once again in her mind, her special lover and devoted husband. And something that hadn't happen in over twenty years, she began to become moist and the warmth began to spread outward from her clitoris throughout her entire being, it was like a battery recharging her life-force. She began to moan quietly, still aware of her surroundings. As she fell forward and John caught her. She could now feel his presence. How was that possible? The staff immediately surrounded her, thinking her time had finally come that she had suffered a stroke or a heart attack.
Both John and his father felt the power leave through the ring. John didn't understand what had happened; did he unintentionally zap the poor old women? His dad understood it and felt an old presence still very weak, but growing very slowly stronger. He didn't believe it was possible.
Within a few moments, Ms. Lizzy was again conscious, smiling and assuring everyone she was okay and that she was sorry for causing everyone a fright. In fact she sat up quickly, not only did she feel better than she had in months, but she felt stronger.
"Ms. Lizzy, I swear you're gonna out live all of us," Tammy said and everyone agreed and cheered her as she stood, only to be gently pushed down into a chair and given a cup of cool water while being rapidly fanned.
With the crisis over, Mr. Adams continued to escort John to the lobby. "Who did you say that old woman was, " John asked.
"That was Ms. Lizzy Brooks," he replied and went on to tell all he knew about her, seizing the moment to demonstrate the kind of people he and his employee were in a vain attempt to win John over. John thought the timing was perfect to tell Mr. Adams to expect an out of work accountant to come to see him and that he was a friend of his. Mr. Adams understood immediately what was expected of him, they shook hands and exchanged a few last minute pleasantries, and John walked out to his mother's waiting Mercedes coupe.
Meanwhile, Ms. Lizzy had completely recovered and convince her bank family the paramedics weren't necessary, but reluctantly accepted a ride back to her retirement community. Before she left she asked who the handsome young man was who had caught her. She was told by more than one, that's what they were all trying to find out, before Tammy told her it was John Smith.
John started the car up and pulling out of the parking lot, he said, "Well, you are pretty quiet. What was all that with the old woman? Did you feel that release of power? I had to check my pants; it felt almost like I had ejaculated. He caught his breath and then said, "Two million dollars! Are you kidding me! Wow! How was that possible?"
"Yeah, Johnny that was kind of cool, I have to admit. I have been saving it for you for a while and wanted to surprise you."
"Consider me surprised again. I guess I will be able to afford a new car after all," he chuckled. "But I am still curious about that incident with that old woman. Do you know her?"
"I used to know an Elizabeth Brooks, but that was many years ago, she would have to be a hundred years old by now. That couldn't be her," he lied, for he knew now that it was indeed her but he wasn't ready to tell John everything yet.
Changing the subject, "I like what you did with Tammy. The ring is energized in two ways, by good deeds, like what you did for Tammy and sexual energy. In other words, when you have orgasms and when others around you have orgasms, or you are building to one, it creates an energy that feeds the ring. It's all about balance. You'll see. You can have a great deal of fun as long as you are kind and help others," he said. "You are going to be having a great deal of sex."
"Dad, I am just eighteen, I have been thinking of nothing else but having sex since puberty. This is a dream come true. Hey, how do you feel about going shopping for some new wheels, you can help me pick out a couple of cars, we can get the ball rolling and have them delivered tomorrow after Mike gets my accounts set up."
"Two cars, I like your style. I said you were a fast learner. Lead the way." With that comment, they both erupted into belly laughs.
During the remainder of the day, Tammy found herself having to go the restroom a lot. She was becoming concerned that she may coming down with something until she noticed that her legs weren't hurting as much with each trip to the lavatory, soon there was no pain. On her last trip before going home for the day she noticed that her pants were hanging very loose on her. She decided to stop at the grocery to pick up a salad for dinner, instead of having her microwave lasagna. After eating she felt full and decide to go to bed early and get a good night's rest instead of staying up to watch late night TV.

"Mr. Smith", she sang out still several steps away, but loud enough to catch John's ear, "Mr. Adams is finishing up a project and will be with you in about ten minutes would you care to wait?"
"Certainly," John said, having a seat across from her desk. "I can wait a few minutes."
"Great, "Tammy said, "Can I get you a cup of coffee or some water?"
"Some water would be fine; it's a little warm today." John volunteered.
Tammy smiled broadly, and when she smiled it was if someone had turned up the office lighting a notch. "I'll be right back, feel free to open up today's Wall Street Journal," she said as she waddled off.
John could now feel her pain as she quickly walked to the kitchen. She did her best to ignore her pain in order to serve a customer. Right then he decided that he would fix that weight issue once and for all. He had never tried this before but was confident that he could, but maybe his father could offer some advice.
"Dad are you there, I need to ask you something." He thought focusing on his father's presence in the ring. He was now able to sense his presence. But still there was no answer. He remembered the last time the spoke, his dad seemed to be cut off as if he was being restrained in some manner. The last time he tested his power; he simply focused his thought and willed a thing to happen. Suddenly he had a thought.
"Father, I know you are here, I can feel your presence. I want you to answer my questions and answer when I call." John felt a little resistance but he sharpened his focus and resolve, he would hear his father's voice in his mind, again.
"Johnny, you did it, my boy! Great work!" His father's voice sound relieved and much stronger than before. He continued. "I knew you would figure it out. You're a bright boy, young man, I should say."
"Dad, what's going on? Where did you go?"
"Johnny, I have a lot to tell you things that I wasn't able to earlier. There are limits to what I can reveal, regardless of what you command. But, now I have the time to share a few things and I can offer some limited guidance," he said.
If John were able to see his father he would have sworn that he was flexing muscles and rubbing his arms trying to get circulation flowing again as if he was finally free of bonds that held him in place for a long time.
His father spoke again. "Let me answer a couple of questions really quickly, because the receptionist is on her way back. You can help her like you helped me. Concentrate and focus on what you want to do. Don't worry about how it happens, simply concentrate on the results you want. You're a smart guy, and a quick learner, you're doing fine. Keep it up. I am not going anywhere."
"Wait a minute," John thought, "how did you know the receptionist is returning?"
"Johnny, I see everything you see and a little more...through the ring."
"Here you are Mr. Smith," Tammy said as she reached out and handed him a bottle of cold water with a paper towel wrapped around it. "Mr. Adams shouldn't be much longer."
"Thank you, Tammy," John said, as he reached forward to take the water, wrapping his hand around hers and concentrating very hard. "You are very kind, and your kindness won't go unnoticed."
Tammy smiled broadly again and gentle freed her hand from his. Had she a handkerchief she would have fanned herself, she felt as if she was going to swoon. "Don't be silly, I am just doing my job." She blushed and took her seat.
She pretended to be working but John could see her looking at him and dreaming what it would be like to have a guy like him fawn over her. John knew that she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. He willed the cellulite and fat to begin to melt off her immediately, so that in three days the skinny girl within would emerge. Furthermore, he convinced her subconscious to begin a regular exercise routine, simple at first, becoming more intricate and challenging monthly. Finally, her diet would be to eat small portions of good nutritious foods, no more sodas and no more junk food. She wouldn't need any diet fades when she was through.

Just then the door opened and an older gentleman walked in, seeing him at the sinks he smiled as he looked him over. The old man chuckled to himself as he noticed that the young man was wearing cross trainers with his suit, and parked himself one of the far urinals. Scanned his mind John was surprised to learn that he forgot about his shoes. Using his phone again and went to the Johnston & Murphy website and selected a pair of tan Deerfield loafers with tassels and matching Double-Pinked Belt. Concentrating again he transformed his shoes and belt. The shoes were a little tight, so he loosen them a bit and quickly realized the value of buying quality textiles. The man at the urinal completed his task with a shake and walked away as the sensor activated automatic flusher washing away any trace of urine. Taking careful steps he stopped at the nearest sink to clean his hands, while John combed his hair. The man was just about to say something when he noticed the expensive shoes now adorning John's size 11 feet. He stopped and stared for a few moments as John put away the comb, and said, "Have a nice day," turned and walked out of the restroom. He was now the one chuckling to himself. As he walked he found the shoes a little stiff, so he concentrated for moment and the problem was solved.
He strolled up to the receptionist desk and asked to see the bank president Michael Adams; he was asked if he had an appointment by a cute little twentysomething that couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him.
"No, I don't have appointment, but I would like about three minutes of his time." John stated confidently. "Tell him John Smith is here to see him."
Instead of picking up the phone, she stood up and walked down the hall to the president's office. He followed her with his eyes; she had a cute face, her name tag read Tammy Bowen, from the waist up she looked pretty normal, but as she rounded the row of desk he could see the large amount of weight she was carrying most of it on her thighs and butt. Curious, he sent a quick mental probe to learn a little more about her. She was 29 years old, single, lived alone with two cats and frustrated that none of the diets she's tried had helped her lose any of this weight. She would die to go out with someone like that confident young man at her desk, but no one takes her seriously because of her size. John let his eyes drop to her legs and he could see they were heavy and he suddenly was aware of the pain she was in when she walked, her derriere was large, not as large as it had been. Tammy had tried everything short of starving herself, but she couldn't seem to reduce her size and weight any further. Exercises only seemed to develop more muscle mass, she was miserable, but tried to remain pleasant. He continued to watch with interest as she entered the glass office and began persuading Mr. Adams to see the young man. John turned slightly and used the mirrors to continue watch, not wanting to be seen watching their conversation as Mr. Adams turned followed Tammy as she pointed to the reception area and John. She spent several minutes talking to him, and finally left the office smiling.

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"No, mother, you have a boyfriend, both of you are going to Cabo San Lucas tomorrow. You are excited about it and you will have a good time and return home well rested and happy. Nod if you understand."
She nodded her head.
"Good, now anything that you saw, heard or felt tonight was simply an over active imagination and a dream. You will be embarrassed to share it with anyone and will forget it quickly. Nod if you understand."
She nodded her head again.
"Good, mom, your flight leaves at 9 AM tomorrow. You are excited to be going. You will wake at 6AM and be ready for me to take you to the airport at 8AM.
"I am going away with Jim for a romantic weekend." She said in a dreamy monotone voice. "I need my rest. I have to get up early."
"That's right mom. I will see you in the morning. Good night."
"Goodnight, Johnny, you're a good son."
Satisfied that she was going to be alright, John smiled and left the room closing the door behind him. "That was easy," he thought. It was like I had hypnotized her.
"Yes it is like hypnosis, but I like to compare it to 'glamour' that vampires are infamous for, you know like putting a spell on someone." His father spoke to him from the ring.
"That is very interesting, dad. Can I do that to anyone?"
"Yes, almost anyone can be overcome by your Jedi mind tricks, but like in the movies, not everyone."
"So, I can simply do the same thing to April."
"Yes, you could. But do you really want to? You will have to be selective of whom you share your secret with and remember that April isn't going to be your life partner. I can assure you of tha..." His father didn't complete his last sentence, he seemed to have been cut off, like the words caught in his throat or an unknown force had constrained his speech.
"Dad...dad...are you okay?"
"I am sorry, Johnny. I have said too much. I may no longer converse with you right now."
And then the voice in his head when silent and John knew he would have to wait to see when it would return. He was concerned, but his dad did give him some very valuable information. He really like April, he'd known her for such a long time. He wasn't in love with her, but she was very comfortable to be around. She may be his best friend. He dialed her number. It rang a few times and went to voice mail. He tried again and this time it immediately went to voice mail. "So she either turned off her phone or was deliberately not answering. " He thought. It was late and he had a big day ahead of him. He would deal with April tomorrow. He made a mental note not to forget to get to the bank early, perhaps right after dropping his mother at the airport.
He checked his email from his smartphone, and saw among the many junk emails there was one from his favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Greene. He opened it, among the cordial greeting was a reminder that he promise to come back to talk to her freshman class about how to avoid some of the pitfalls that freshman often found themselves caught in. She asked that if he could come by as early in September as his schedule would allow, she would be very appreciative. He made a mental note to reply, but it was tired, it had been a busy evening and he was more than ready for sleep.
The next morning, his mother woke him at 7AM. Normally, she never had to wake him; he was always up early, he was a morning person, like his father. As he went about his morning chores, brushing his teeth, and was about to lather his face, when he remembered that he didn't have to shave, he simply willed his beard not to grow unless he changed his mind. He opened his mouth wide and fixed a couple of teeth that had fillings and straightened two of his bottom teeth, (central incisors) that were slightly crocked. He looked at his work and smiled. Thinking that he could use a little whitening, he added that, too. He didn't want to linger too long as he didn't want to make his mother late, he decided to shower thinking he could come up with a way to get rid of body odor and bad breathe later.
He grabbed his jeans and a tight fitting shirt, laced up his cross trainers and headed to the kitchen for a glass of OJ. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw his mother bent over looking into the refrigerator. She was wearing a multi-color silk stripped scoop neck day dress, which really accentuated her lovey curves. Immediately, John flashed back to last night, seeing the naked images of his mother standing before him, one hand on her breast and the other fingering herself. He felt himself begin to stir and chastised himself for having such thoughts. Her humming brought him out of his reflection and he continued into the kitchen. Hearing him enter, she stood up but continued to look into the refrigerator, she told him that she had left a few meals for him to heat up and hoped that he wouldn't eat too much junk food. She turned to look at him and as he stood almost frozen in place.
"Johnny are you alright," she asked, jerking from of his thoughts.
He was taking in her beauty as if for the first time, and she was stunning. The dress couldn't have fit her better if it was tailored for her. She was showing ample cleavage and plenty of white skin in need of a tan. Images of her naked form entered his mind again.
"Jonathan Smith, what has gotten into you?"
"Oh, sorry mom, it's just that you are so beautiful! Wow! Where'd you get that dress?" He whistled. "Jim doesn't stand a chance! Are you going there for a weekend or to find me a new daddy?"
"Johnny stop it." She blushed turning several shades of red in a few seconds and then she asked. "Do you really like it?"
"Are you kidding, mom? I love it. Maybe I shouldn't let you go and keep you here to myself." He walked over to her and gave her a playful hug, kissed her on the cheek and asked. "So are you ready to go?" Just in time he stepped away as he felt himself jerk below. "What the hell?" He thought.
"Ready as I'm ever going to be. Let's go!" She said that as if she was struggling with her confidence. "I've put my bags in the trunk of my car." I didn't see yours? Where is it?"
"Damn", he thought. "I forgot I gave away my car. Oh, I left it downtown last night and took a cab home, had a little too much to drink." He lied.
"Smart boy," she said as they walked through the door into the garage.
John opened the door for her and she got into the passenger side of her SLK Mercedes Roadster. John slid behind the wheel started the engine and they were at the airport in no time. He dropped his mother at the terminal gave her bags the porter and just as he was about to give her a hug and kiss good bye, he felt himself stirring again at the mere thought of taking her into his arms again. "What is wrong with me?" He chastised himself and gave her a pecked her on the cheek instead. Just as finished, his mother her someone call her name and turned to see her date Jim about twenty yards away collecting his bags from a cab.
"Well, so long mom, have a great time. I will see you in a few days."
She was waving to Jim and didn't seem to hear him, but excitedly she turned back to him and said good bye clutching her baggage claim and boarding pass, kissed him on the lips, accidently and hurried away to catch up with her date.
John smiled and waved as she caught up with Jim, the both turned and waved. John took a mental picture of Jim and filed it away. He unconsciously memorized every detail and could have easily recreated it if necessary. He hadn't seen his mother this happy in a long time. Yet, something bothered him. Dismissing it, he jumped back into the red sports car and headed to the bank to meet the president and keep his promise.
Unseen his ring changed back to its original glory for a few moments then back again to its high school ring disguise.
John enjoyed driving his mother's car. She traded in her SUV on a few weeks ago and he got a vicarious thrill helping her select the car of her dreams. John thought it looked good on him and was looking forward to getting a new set of wheels himself. Traffic was light and he made good time from the airport to downtown Mountain View. He pulled into the bank parking lot about an hour after the bank had opened, in the small town that means that most of the urgent morning business had already been taken care of and there would be a lull in activity before the mid-morning surge prior to the lunch hour, in other words, his time was perfect. As he strolled into the bank, only having been there to occasional perform an errand for his mother, he stopped in the foyer to survey the place. It suddenly dawned on him that not a lot had changed. It was an old building, but tastefully decorated, and just this side of stuffy. There were a few customers in line to see tellers and a few people talking to bank representatives at desks in the open area and of course lot of activity between the office and with the clerical staff. John suddenly realized that he may want to alter his appearance, if he wanted to be taken seriously. He walked into the men's room, stopping at the sinks gazed at his reflection in the mirrors. He thought that a simple change of attire from jeans to a business suite would suffice. Pulling out his cell phone he went on line and looked for men's suites and found just what he was looking for, since it was warm and summertime he chose a tan "Natural Stretch 3-Button Poplin Suit" with a light blue shirt and broad striped tie of tan and orange. He concentrated and his jeans and muscle shirt transformed into what he saw in his browser. He looked in the mirror and liked what he saw.

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Arriving at her room, he and April led her to her bed, but she wouldn't bend to enter it. "Go to bed, mom," John said.
She doffed off the blanket and slid effortlessly between the sheets, pulling John off balance and into the bed on top of her. Before he could react, she planted a very passionate kiss on his lips. As soon as John was able break the kiss, she moaned, "Take me John." Reach up and pulling him into her ample breast.
April stomped her foot and said, "So, this is the way things are in your house. Well, you can leave me out of it." Discarding the sheet she ran naked back to John's room to dress and go home, John staring at her naked blushing body as she sprinted down the hall.
John could only deal with one crisis at a time; he would be able to deal with April later. But his mother's behavior was having unintended effects on him, fortunately his erection was trapped in his shorts. She was really getting to him. He managed to slip out of her grasp without hurting her.
"Mother, sleep," he commanded.
"Okay, Johnny, "she said and immediately closed her eyes and seemed to quickly fall into a natural slumber.
"What the hell was that all about?" He asked, not expecting to get an answer, but he did.
"It's my presences, or the presence of the ring, I should say." John heard his father's voice in his head. "You did well, Johnny. I don't know if I would have been able to pry myself free of Mary if I had been in your shoes or should I say shorts."
John looked back at his now sleeping mother, her nude body lying in her bed, the sheet thrown open. He had to force himself to stop staring, she was beautiful. Her large breast falling into her armpits making them look smaller than they actually were. He finally moved, take the few steps to the bed and pulling the sheet and blanket over her, she stirred slightly but didn't wake, turning on her side and pulling the sheet up under her chin. John left the room closing the door behind him.
He walked quickly back to his room, knowing that April had already left as he heard the door slam as she left the house. He searched for his cellphone to call April. "Okay, why was mom reacting in that way? Am I going to have to deal with this on a regular basis? I will not have an incest relationship with my mother, no matter how hot she is. I have got to fix this. Mom is going to Cabo San Lucas on the first date she's had in years. And then there's April. She must be thinking all kinds of stuff. I have to fix that, too."
"Don't worry, Johnny. You have the power to control people's minds. Mary, your mother was simply reacting to reminisce of my presence in the ring and following old habits. You can erase, modify or enhance that behavior if you like. She is simply waiting for your commands."
"I don't want to command her, she is my mother." John replied.
"Great choice, Johnny, nevertheless you can make your mother and almost anyone else do whatever you want, by simply concentrating and commanding it. So, go back to your mother's room and tell her the whole thing was a dream and tell her how you expect her to behave and she will."
John walked over to where his mother's nightgown remained on the floor. He picked up the cool satin gown, feeling its weight in his hands and fighting the temptation to smell her scent. It was his mother's gown. He was not happy with these thoughts. She was a woman, not a girl like April. Maybe he would have to seduce an older woman to see what they are like, but not his mother, no, never.
"Okay, dad, how do I get her back into her nightgown?"
"As you alter her programming, ask her to put it back on. Unless you want put it back on for her?"
"No! He didn't want to do that. He couldn't trust himself." He walked back into his mother's room carrying the gown in his left hand, she was still asleep.
"Mom, can you hear me? Don't wake up just tell me if you can hear me."
"Yes, Johnny, I can hear you. Are you ready to make love to me? I am ready for you, feel how wet I am."
"No, mom, I am not. You will no longer be attracted to me, sexually." John stated flatly. He watched her face frown. "You are to act as the loving mother you have always been. You are not nor have you ever been sexual attraction to me. I am you son and that would be wrong. Do you understand?"
Mary said, "Yes, Johnny. I understand. Sex with my son would be wrong. No sex with Johnny, but why?"
"Have I displeased you in some manner," she asked. "I can make it up to you Johnny. Please let me make it up to you."
"No, mother, you have a boyfriend, both of you are going to Cabo San Lucas tomorrow. You are excited about it and you will have a good time and return home well rested and happy. Nod if you understand."
She nodded her head.

John was in the grips of his climax when he heard the twin screams, one coming from under him and the other from behind him. He turned his head in the direction of the scream from behind him and saw the naked silhouette of a voluptuous female body. Standing weak kneed in his doorway, her hands still pumping her vital parts, her silk nightgown circled around her petite feet, she stared at the couple on the bed.
"Oh my God, that's mom! What is she doing there?" John surmised. "I wonder if April heard her."
April was still trembling in the aftermath of a very satisfying orgasm, and her view of the doorway was obscured by John's body.
"What is she doing? She is just standing there, masturbating. Why?" John thought. If he says something April will freak out. "What are you doing here mom? Get out of here!" He thought. She didn't look like she is planning on leaving anytime soon. His eyes were adjusting to the dim light and he was able to better make out his mother's form, large breast, large areolas, taunt nipples and a full bush of black hair peeking out from behind her active hand. And for a second there seemed to be a small sparkle of light flickering from behind her fidgeting fingers.
"Is it my turn now?" She asked in a voice that he didn't recognize as she stepped forward into the room, not stopping her activities.
"Who, what, mom what are you doing in here, get out!" He said in the best voice he could muster, hardly having to fake surprise.
April screamed. Pushing John off her and pulled the bed covers to hide herself, saying once she regained some composure. "I am sorry Mrs. Smith, John and I were just messing around and it kind of got out of control and...where are your clothes?"
And then turning to look at John and asked, "John, what's going on here?"
"I don't know, really." John said almost pleading. "I think she is sleepwalking."
April sat up clutching the bed sheets tighter to her body, "No, I think she is masturbating."
"Yeah, I can see that." John said. "Let me have the top blanket," John said pointing to the mass April was using to conceal her nude body.
"Help me get her back to her room." John said as he tugged at the blanket, freeing it from his bed and draping it around his mother. As he neared her she removed her hands and reached out to embrace him. He put the blanket around her and then realized that he too was still naked and was sporting several inches of aroused manhood. Embarrassed that his mother's naked body was have an obvious effect on him, he found a pair of shorts and quickly put them on as April arranged the sheet around herself in a way that John found wasn't helping his aroused state. Mary tried to embrace April as well, but John returned in time and caught the blanket just as she was beginning to shed and would have caught April unaware. "What was wrong with her? She is either sleepwalking or seems to be in some kind of a trance." He thought. "I have to get her to bed and get April home and figure this out quickly. "Mom is supposed to be going out of town on her date tomorrow," he remembered.

April was riding John like a woman possessed. She had never felt anything remotely as sensuous. As she was sliding on and off of John her moans were growing louder and louder until finally she gasped and seemed to lose all control of her body, and John took that moment to reverse positions and was now pushing into April with long slow strokes. His passion rapidly increasing as April continued to climax, flailing her arms lost in her rapture.
Abruptly, Mary opened the door to her son's room. She watched from the doorway as her son and April continued their love making. She stood still for a while not understanding why she was there, but feeling as Hot as she had ever felt in her life. She pulled her night gown from her shoulders and it immediately slid down her body and pooled at her feet. Her right hand reached for her sex while the left began to pull on her nearest nipple.
John and April were so completely caught up in their passion that they didn't hear or see Mary standing at the door. John was very near his climax a few more strokes and he would be there, the feeling of April pulling on his shaft was about as good a feeling as he could imagine. And finally he was there. He groaned loudly as the pleasure surged out from his core. April screamed as a new orgasm struck her, more intense than anything she had ever experienced. And as if caught in the current, Mary was pulled in too and she also screamed, as her unexpected passion exploded.
(To be Continued)

Mary Smith woke from her dream with a jolt. It was a strange dream that she couldn't remember. But like in the dream she felt a presence, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. She realized that her nipples had hardened and she was becoming wet. She could remember the dream, but it was if she was still dreaming, or was she. Mary felt compelled to get out of her bed. It was if she was being summoned. It felt familiar and yet unfamiliar. She sat up quickly, then slowly got out of bed, pulling her long satin night gown as it hugged body leaving nothing to the imagination, falling low just touching the tops of her bare feet. Although in her late 40s, she kept her body in excellent shape and maintained a beautiful hour glass shape, maybe a little "top heavy". She walked silently, opening the door of her room, not really knowing where she was going but being drawn to a familiar and nearby presence. She was in a trace and had had no choice but to follow where she was led, compelled by a familiar desire.

Update.. This one's for my lil bro.. only person i know with more love for Batman than me....
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(Dash POV)
A Wallet here, A Necklace here, An ATM card here, A gold chain here.. Tah! Gold chain returned.. It was fake.. Hmm But there was a laptop in the bag, Broke Yahoo boy....
I was cruising at a comfortable Mach 11 speed, Pickpocketing things.. It was a normal day in ring road for me.. I spotted an iPhone 5.. Casually walked over and removed it from the guy's hand.. He blinked..
No one was supposed to move..I was too fast for that.. He didn't just blink he proceeded to tear his T-Shirt... I spotted the blue colored 'P' and knew I was done....

Power moved faster than I thought he could.. but not fast enough... While he moved gradually through the speed force I went to Mach 22 at once... When I stopped I was at the outskirts of maiduguri... That ought to be enough.. Power was the strongest superhero ever,There was no way I'd have survived going toe to toe with him..
"I hate to do this but I can't trust you won't run again"
I turned to see power behind me.. looking pissed.. Quickly I flexed my power and prepared to run but he raised his leg and crushed mine....
"Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh!!!!!"

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I thought the room was a mess, April said as she pushed John down on to the bed. They continued kissing and managed to get clothing off at the same time. Shoes first, pants and shirts and soon their passion was boiling over.
April said. "I have wanted this for so long. It's like a dream come true." She paused and said. "My fortune, this is my cookie fortune coming true!" She squealed softly and resumed her attack on John's lips.
John was eager to try out his new equipment and surprised himself when he saw he was almost nine inches long. April wasn't new to sex, but she had only been with two other guys. Nevertheless, she knew that John size was above average. She was a bit startled, but was eager to see if size did matter. She of course had talked with her girlfriends about the subject. She couldn't remember being this turned on before. She began to caress him as his hands roamed her body. She wasn't surprised that she was already secreting ample juices to overcome the size issue, the nipples on her small breast were standing out and were harder than she could ever remember them. She was really turned on. April crawled on top of John and slowly lowered herself down upon him. As he entered, she knew he was much larger than her previous two boyfriends. April was panting now, as she slowly lowered herself an inch at a time, the feeling was amazing, she felt as if she was having mini orgasms throughout her body and she still didn't have all of him inside her yet. Finally, John hit bottom and fireworks went off inside her. She felt so full. April began bouncing up and down all the while trying to remain as quiet as possible knowing that John's mother was sleeping in the bedroom just down the hall.

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"No, silly, do you want one? April replied happily as she basked in the attention she was receiving from John, who recently had become somewhat aloof.
"After you, my lady", he said, as gallantly as he could.
"Well, thank you, kind sir." She responded as she pick up a cellophane wrapped cookie and squeezed it forcing the air inside to pop open the package. She smoothly removed the cookie and snapped it open freeing the scrap of paper with her fortune on it.
Well, what does it say? John asked.
"Your dearest wish will come true." She read and sighed.
"Sounds kind of corny", he said. Before he could continue she punched him in his shoulder, making a solid thud.
"Ouch!" He feigned being injured.
"So, what is your "dearest wish"?"
"Never mind, you are hopeless. Open yours."
He reached for the cookie and like April popped open the pack, removing the cookie he crushed it in his right hand the cookie crumbled and he remove the slip of paper.
"You are uniquely equipped for success, make wise decisions." He stared at the paper after reading it. Was that a coincidence, a hint or a warning?
"Gee, I like yours better." April said.
They were distracted by the noise as several more friends joined the group and there were all sorts of greetings and conversation going on. But it allowed John to think. What is April's "dearest wish"?
As if watching a movie or short film, he saw in his mind memories of him and April growing up over the years and for the first time saw how she looked at him. Oh my God, her dearest wish is to have a closer relationship with me! She's had a "crush" on me since we first met. How could he have been so oblivious? He had never really considered April as a love interest. She was fun to be around and had a nice athletic shape. Being a guy he did what most guys do, he began to assess her physically. She wasn't especially well endowed, but... He began to imagine her naked. He didn't have to try hard; it was as if he had turned on his x-ray vision again. He looked at her as she exchanged greeting with the new arrivals. He could see the birthmark she once told him of, but it wasn't exactly where she said it was and it did look like a dollar sign. She did have cute small tits, and he swallowed hard, she shaves. All of a sudden, things he'd never thought flooded into his consciousness, the possibilities. Most of the group had decided to go to the local bowling alley; there was plenty to do there in addition to bowling. But, John now had other ideas. He blinked once and she was fully clothed again.
"Hey Ape." He interrupted her conversation with Jenny Jones. "Got a minute?"
"Sure, excuse me, Jenny."
She got up and walked the few steps to the table John was leaning on. He took her hand and they walked a few more steps to a secluded table. John leaned against it and April stood in front of him and looked up at him and asked. "What's up?"
"Well," he said as he gazed down into her light brown eyes and seeing her for the first time, "the gang is talking about going to the Hank's Bowl; I thought that I'd rather spend time with you. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee?"
April just stared up at him not quite understand if she had heard correctly, was John asking her out?
"You want me to go with you for coffee?" She asked still not believing her ears and expecting John to retort something like it isn't a date, silly just coffee. But instead he not only confirmed that she had heard correctly, but said that it would indeed be their first date.
"Sure. Where would you like to go? There's a Starbucks at the other end of the mall", she volunteered, trying desperately not to sound too anxious, but failing.
John frowned, "I was thinking maybe 'Cup of Joe' on 5th street, near the park. What do you think?"
"Sounds fine with me, let's go."
They said their goodbyes to the gang and headed off to the mall parking lot where John had left his car.
It didn't take long for them to reach the coffee shop. They talked for the first time in a long time. John learned about April's fears and her plans for after high school and the colleges that she'd hope to attend and all this time marveling at how deep she was and dedicated to making her way in the world. Before they knew it, one of the coffee servers was telling them it was closing time and they both were surprised to learn they were the only remaining patrons. He thought, he could have easily have learned all that by probing her mind, but this was much more rewarding.
They gathered their things and walked out the coffee house into the quiet streets. John had parked his car about a block away it had just rained and the streets were wet there were a few puddles they needed to navigate, jumping and skipping over as they walked hand in hand. They were really enjoying each other's company. Just as they arrived at his car, a man stepped out of the shadows with a gun and pointed at them.
"Dude, give me the keys. I need your ride. Cooperate and no one will get hurt."
John didn't realize but his ring took over in a split second, it allowed him to probe the man's thoughts. He learned that he was desperate, he'd been out of work for over a year, he had a family to support and his unemployment had run out. He was high and under the right circumstances could hurt or kill. He also was able to look at the first five scenarios and their results should he become physical to subdue the man. In each case there was a high likelihood that April would be injured or killed. With that information he decided to surrender the car.
"Okay, no problem. You can have the car." John said. He separated the car keys from the house set and gave it to the man. "But, selling my car isn't going to earn you enough money to support your wife and new baby."
"What? How do you know about that? Who are you?" the man asked, worried now that he may have picked the wrong guy to rob.
"Ken, you don't know me, but I know that you are desperate and are looking for a way to out. You're an accountant, right? Look, take the car. Tomorrow go to the Main Street Bank and ask to see the bank president Mr. Adams. He owes me a favor. He will give you a job."
"Who are you?"
"That's not important, Ken, trust me." John pushed on his mind to accept what he was saying and to do as he said. He also made himself a mental note to go to the bank tomorrow and meet Mr. Adams for the first time.
"Okay," the man said in an almost dream-like way. He got into the car and sped away.
"What was that?" April was almost screaming. That guy had a gun; you gave him your car and a tip on getting a job? Who does that?"
"Calm down, April, he said." And she did immediately. In fact, she stopped in mid-sentence and seemed to freeze.
Before John could question what had just happened, he heard his father's voice in his mind again. "Very good Jonathan, you have passed your first test and have gained a special reward. You could have become violent and physical risking April's safety and your own. But you chose the best alternative and may have in the process saved three lives. April will be fine in a moment, as you already know she is in love with you, but although you and be close friends, she isn't the one for you. You will need to be careful how you proceed and not hurt her, or there will be a penalty."
"What do you mean a penalty?" John asked though he didn't say a word.
"With this gift there are many responsibilities, I can't let you make the same mistakes that I made, trust me."
And suddenly April was moving again, "Now how are we going to get home?" She asked.
"Don't worry," John said, "I feel like there may be a taxi along any minute."
Sure enough there within a few minutes a cab slowly pulled on to the street they were walking and John whistled for it. The cab driver was friendly and easily drove them to John's mother's home. He explained that he was moving back home because his mother decided to start dating and will need someone to watch the house.
As he let them in and walked along the hall, he could see that his mother's bedroom door was closed and the light was off. She wasn't leaving until the morning so she probably just turned in early.
They continued to walk down the hall to his room; he realized that he hadn't unpacked anything and the room was a bit of a mess. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the marble that he'd compressed and contained all his belongings and decided to try something. He stopped at the closed door and opened it and tossed the marble on the bed and shut the door again.
He turned to April and said, "The rooms a mess I haven't finished unpacking, maybe I should just take you home."
April stepped closer, put her arms around John's neck and looked up into his hazel eyes, "Really? I don't think so."
And she leaned in and kissed him tenderly. John responded in kind and the kiss grew more passionate. For April, it was as if all the love for John she had bottled up all these years had been released. Their tongues wrestled for a while and their bodies began to heat up. John didn't expect to have sex but he knew that April would have run naked in the streets if she thought it would please him. He broke the kiss and opened the door turning on the light as they entered. The room was what you'd expect to find books on the shelves, computer on the desk, clothes in the closet and a mix of rock and sports posters on the walls.

He climbed out of his old '97 Honda Civic, heaving the door shut; it creaked as it slowly slammed shut. He focused and tried to change it into a later model, but nothing happened. He sighed, relieved in a way, realizing that there were limits to what he could do. He took a moment to reflect on the last hour. When he stopped at a gas station and filled his tank without paying, because he could, he felt the ring tighten painfully on his finger, so he decided to go in and pay for the gasoline. Stealing for the sake of stealing didn't seem to be something that the ring would tolerate and he didn't want to abuse the power, remembering his father's warning. "Something will turn up regarding new wheels", he thought.
He pretended not to notice all the lovely ladies as he strolled pass the various retail stores on his way to the food court, some he found very attractive; there was one girl in particular, who caught his eye. She was tall and dressed to display her best assets. He couldn't help looking at her and wondering what she looked like naked. As he continued to watch, suddenly her clothes seemed to begin to fade, first her blouse and pants, then her bra and panties and shoes. He was looking through her clothes! It was strange, too. Her breast and feet were still supported; she appeared to be moving around on her tiptoes as her perfect breast defied gravity. It was extremely erotic, catching him so completely off guard that he almost walk into a mother pushing a stroller. He stopped and smiled. He tried not to stare but couldn't help himself. She had larger than average breast with light pink areoles and large nipples. As he worked his way down he saw her pieced navel and a cute landing strip just above her sex. Seeing him staring at her she smiled, fortunately he was working his way back up and it brought him out of his daze and he returned the smile. She turned to her girlfriend, she said something he couldn't hear and they both began to giggle. John studied the other girl, she was cute, too. Just like with her girlfriend, her clothes also began to fade away. The second girl wasn't as tall but they were definitely of like minds. Although her breast smaller they too were perky and she was shaved below. As the first girl leaned in to talk more, he saw she had a small colorful butterfly tattooed on her left cheek. The two continued to giggle and look in his direction.
"I wonder what's so funny." He thought to himself. And just like that he heard a replay of their comments.
"He's kind of cute, but looks like a mama's boy!" And the two giggled.
"So, is that what you think?" He thought, trying not to react.
"Too bad, I haven't gotten laid in months and I am wearing out my vibrator." And now he was able to hear the first girl's thoughts.
It's a good thing that John had stopped walking because hearing her thoughts was so unexpected that he doubted he would have been able to concentrate on where he was headed.
"He looks a little goofy, what's he doing over there?" John heard her think and pulled himself together regaining his composure. Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, he looked at as if it was behaving strangely, and then pretended to be talking to someone.
"Oh, she chuckled to herself, he probably had it on vibrate. Been there, done that." John heard her think and then she seemed to drift off thinking about how much fun she had using her vibrator, a dreamy expression on her face as she remembered how good it felt. From his view John could see that her nether lips were enlarging. He continued to fake a phone conversation, smiled in her direction and waited for her to react.
"Is he smiling at me or Judy? He looks like he is carrying a nice size package. I wonder if he is available."
John, thought, this is interesting. I wonder what else I can learn. How old she is, what she does for a living, what she likes?
Suddenly, he knew her name was Brittney Reid; she was 23 years old, works at Wal-Mart on the other side of town, likes dancing and getting drunk and has a 2 year old baby girl, and was living with her mother.
"Wow that sure saved me some time". He thought.
Knowing what he now knew about Brittney, he decided not to approach her, but to continue with his original plan and see if he could catch up with his friends. He smiled in her direction again, pretended to say goodbye on his cellphone and putting the phone back into his pocket he took one last look at the pair and their lovely nude bodies that only he could see. He willed himself to once again see her clothing and closed off their thoughts.
"Everyone is an open book to me. I could easily make a small fortune through investments, poker just about anything."
Obviously, John was in a very good mood as he continued on to the food court, his friends could usually be found there around this time of evening.
He looked to the center of the court and found them, at least three of them, his crew. There was Big George, Mark and April (they grew up together and attended the same schools since they were in kindergarten). They saw him and waved him over. As he arrived he could see they had already been dining on the various cuisines available, there was left over fried rice, half eaten egg rolls and plenty of red sweet and sour sauce remaining in the white Styrofoam take out boxes. "Looks like someone got their 'China Camp' fix satisfied." John said as he stared at the remains and smiled at April. He knew how much she loved Chinese food.
"Hey Johnny," George reached out and slapped John's hand causing him to miss the affectionate look that April threw his way. She still held a crush for him she'd developed many years ago when they were mere children.
John's hand seemed to be dwarfed by the larger teen's mitt. George was headed for the University of Southern California as a lineman on a full scholarship. He was big, but not fat, standing six feet five inches and 220 lbs. of bronzed muscle. They, too met in grammar school and had been friends ever since.
Hey Mark, John said as he extended his hand to the newest member of his "crew". Mark had only arrived last year coming from the northern part of the state, a town near the capital. He was finishing off his burger and washing it down with a soda. Mark was the typical "junk food" teenager who was rail thin and looked like a geek behind his thick black framed glasses. Stretching out his hand and shook Johns, coating it with mustard, mayonnaise & ketchup.
John's face grimaced as he looked into his hand realizing he should have known better after all the times this had happened to him. April immediately broke into giggles.
He looked her way and shrugging it off, he asked, "Where's the other's?"
"On their way, I got a text from Lori." April said and smiled watching John clean his hands with a napkin, she didn't see him grab.
"Hey, you look different, what's up?"
"With me, nothing much," he said as he sat down across from her, seeing two unopened fortune cookies. He knew she was a sucker for the fortunes. Then he got the idea to see if he could make the simply fortune come true. They were usually so vague and general, it might be fun.
"Are you going to eat those?" pointing to the two fortune cookies, remaining on her tray.
John asked fully aware that she hadn't opened either as both cookies were still sealed in their individual wrappers

He began to walk out of the room and he remembered he needed his keys, phone and wallet. He didn't stop but and the devices dematerialized from their resting places and rematerialized in his pockets, and his keys appeared in his left hand. As he strolled to the front door of the condo he shared with his friends, he saw the mess they had left and he willed the room to be clean, within a few minutes things were not only tidy, but the carpet appeared to have been vacuumed and shampooed. He smiled knowing that, they wouldn't notice. He walked over to the refrigerator and opened it. It was a mess and didn't have any real food, so he decided to fill it with an assortment of good food, the kind his mother would buy. He smiled and closed the door. He thought again and added a case of his favorite beer. It was his parting gift. He wouldn't be returning. He walked back to his room and surveying it decided what he wanted to keep and what he no longer needed. The things he would keep he boxed and then shrank everything down into a marble and put it into his pocket. The remaining items he didn't want shrank into a cube, like what car crushers do with old junk cars and tossed them into the waste basket on the way out. He cleaned the room thoroughly and left the room vacant with a pleasant fresh clean smell.
He would still take care of the rent, knowing better than to leave cash. He left a note that explained he was moving back home and that he had paid the next two months rent. There, he thought, "a clean break."
John found a great parking space close to the mall entrance, right next to handicap parking spaces. At first he thought it may be luck, and then realized that he expected to find a good spot and did. Was that a coincidence or a byproduct of his new power?

Arriving he found her in a great mood. The kitchen table was littered with travel brochures and her day planner opened, she was in the final stages of a phone call with his aunt and her sister, who booked all her traveling dates. He strolled in catching her eye, she smiled and the room seemed to brighten. She was still a very attractive woman, only in her late thirties. She didn't seem to have aged much since meeting his father, he thought as he remembered some of the photos she kept out of her and his father when he was young. She maintained her hour glass figure and always looked good in anything she wore. If anything she may have gained a little an inch or cup size but it was hard to tell. He took a minute to appraise her, something he didn't do very often, she was his mother after all, but she was very attractive. Maybe he should try to fix her up? He approached her and gave her a peck on the cheek. She held up her index finger and quickly began dialing again. "I'll be just one minute." She said, as she watched him seat himself across from her.
"Hello again Jim," She said. Yes, I've booked my flight and I am looking forward to seeing you too, gotta go now, bye-bye!"
"Gee mom", John said. "I don't think I've seen you this excited about anything in a long time! What's going on?"
"Johnny, she said," I guess you should know, that I'm dating!." She was absolutely giddy. "One of the doctors at the hospital where I been volunteering at asked me to meet him in Cabo San Lucas for the weekend. Isn't it grand?"
"Yeah, sure mom, how long have you know this guy?"
"Jim? I've known him for years. He's been after me since I first began working at the hospital. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, I am happy that you're dating, it just seems so sudden to me. How come you haven't considered dating him sooner?"
She frowned briefly, as she pondered what she thought was a very good question, then smiled dismissing it and said, "You're right...but who cares! I'm free. I can date anyone I choose." She laughed and handed him a page torn out of a fashion magazine. It was a picture of a model wearing a skimpy bikini.
"What do you think? Don't you think that would look great on me?
John swallowed hard. He tried hard not to picture his mother in that brief swim suite, not that she couldn't make that work. She worked out regularly and looked ten years younger than her age, but she was his mother. He knew he'd have to answer; she was waiting with a look on her face that he imagined all husband's dread when asked the dreaded "does this make me look fat" question. He'd have to be careful, he thought to himself.
"Gee, mom...isn't it a little skimpy? What's wrong with your regular suite?"
She smiled again and thought to herself, "clever boy", as she took the page back from him. "Oh, no, that old thing will never do. In fact, I think I may go out and buy a whole new wardrobe."
"Ahh....," he stammered. "Won't that be expensive? I mean dad just died, won't that mean your finances will take a hit or did he leave you something?"
She paused and looked at him seriously for a moment.
"Oh, you heard about his death, I was hoping to break the news to you gently. You know in a way I am sad, because we shared so much. There are many things I have never told you about your father. What do you remember?"
"Mom, it's strange. I can't even remember what he looks like let alone that we spent any time together."
"Oh that's right. I forgot." She paused as if she was going to tell him something, but changed her mind.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Oh it's that you were so young, but, I am so happy because I am finally free!" She said that as she threw the page in the air; leap up from her chair, twirled around on tiptoes around the table while dancing through the kitchen. She even leaped in the air gracefully landing on her feet. She secretly hoped that she hadn't raised his suspicions. She couldn't tell him that she had just been released from the mental prison shed been in for the last twenty years, unable to make any real decisions about her future without his father's approval. But now that was all over, with his death, his mental hold was broken.
John could remember seeing his mother this happy since he was a small boy. But, why is she talking about being free? To his knowledge his dad hadn't been around in years, wasn't she free to live her life? There was something a little strange about this, he thought.
When she stopped dancing long enough, he asked again about her finances. She told him that his father had been very generous over the years, depositing money directly into her bank account and she's been able to save a good deal of the money, in the event that the money would one day stop coming.
She suddenly remembered, and walked over the mail pile, and pulled an envelope out of the pile, this letter was delivered yesterday, she handed to him. It was a letter from his father's estate. It basically stated that she would continue to receive her usually support, adjusted for inflation until she died or ceased to want the money.
He smiled, maybe it wasn't so mysterious after all, he thought. She was financially free and entitled to celebrate. He looked up and she was dancing again. She retrieved a box from the table and handed it to him.
"And this came for you," she said.
He accepted the small square box, it was approximately 4x4x4 and wrapped in plain brown wrapping paper with his name on it. There were no postal markings on it, or overnight carrier tags. Turning it over and over he asked, "Whose it from?"
She shrugged; it was delivered along with the letter. It came from the estate, too. Aren't you going to open it?
He thought about it. If it was from the estate, then maybe it was from his father. A man he barely knew and can't remember ever interacting with as a child or as a young man. He didn't care enough to see him when he was alive, and now that he'd dead he had a gift for him? John didn't know how he should react. He felt nothing. He strained to bring forth any memory, even the slightest, but nothing. He knew something was there, but they were just out of his reach. Maybe he'd need to see a psychiatrist to get his answers, maybe hypnosis was needed. "No, I think I'll wait to get home to see what the old man left me," he said as he tossed the box from one hand to the other.
"Well...he said. I was worried about you, but I can't seem to remember seeing you in a better mood. I am going to head out, I've got some stuff do, and you'll be okay?" He asked as he leaned in to deliver a kiss on the cheek and a hug.
As she accepted the kiss and hugged him back and then said as the hug was released. "Of course I will. You know you can come back home, your room is still there and I plan on doing a bit of traveling, so the place will need some looking after."
"Mom, you hate traveling! What's gotten into you?"
She paused to think about that, she really loved traveling, but Johnny's dad didn't allow her to do much of that and that is what he had told him, she suddenly remembered. As she thought about it, there were a number of things that she liked to do, but had stopped abruptly after meeting Johnny's father. She almost got angry, and then shrugged it off as that was then, this is now. She was free to do all those things she had loved doing but for reasons she didn't even realize that she had stopped, including dating.
She smiled one of those smiles and said, "People can change; besides there are many places that I have been thinking I'd like to see."
You know mom, you have a point, and I may take you up on your offer to move back in. The only reason he moved out was to give her space. Besides he didn't really like sharing an apartment with his roommates, they were pigs and could be very immature.
He was tossing the package back and forth between his two hands, when he began to wonder what it contained. Kissing his mother again he left and within ten minutes found himself locked in his room carefully peeling the brown paper from the box.
He pulled out the contents of the small box. He wasn't sure what he expected but he didn't expect to find another box, or was it a cube. It appeared solid, he thought as he turned it in his hands, it looked and felt like expensive wood, the rich grain was a medium brown and seemed to be highly polished without feeling that way. It looked as though it would be perfect on the mantle in someone's den. The cube seemed solid, he didn't see any seams. But he sensed there was something inside. He said out loud, "How am I supposed to open this thing?"
"Identify yourself." It sounded more like a command than an answer to his question and came from the cube. It startled him and he almost dropped it. Its weight seemed to have changed; it now felt slightly heavier and warmer to his touch. He decided to put it down before continuing.
"Identify yourself" he heard again, and then he realized that he heard it in his mind, and not aloud. He replied in his mind, "is this some sort of trick?"
"You now have 30 seconds to reply."
"Why?" John was beginning to become annoyed.
"25 seconds...24 seconds..."
"Is this a joke?" He thought back. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"20 seconds...19 seconds..." and continued to count down.
"10 seconds...9 seconds..."
"All right, I'm John Smith, my mom calls me Johnny." He was getting nervous and didn't mean to mention his mom.
"Voice recognition confirmed, John Smith. Use your DNA, to open the cube."
John stared at the cube, he thought. "Use my DNA, which means by blood or saliva." He didn't want to cut himself and didn't want to lick the thing, so quickly stuck his finger in his mouth and smeared his saliva across the top of the cube.
It is hard to describe what happened next but the solid wood cube opened by peeling back layers of itself and stacking them on either side of the original cube as if the wood had become a liquid. Peering closer inside, John could see what appeared to be a much smaller box rising from the center. As the smaller box or cube continued to rise a voice in his mind began speaking.
"Johnny or should I call you Jonathan, I am or was your father. Although I am dead, there is a little of me that remains. I know that you hardly remember me; your memories have been suppressed. I actually have spent quite a lot of time with you, although, not in in a very long time, but the conditions that I have lived under demanded that I keep you at arm's length. I have bequeathed to you my greatest treasure and the source my power and wealth. Be careful how you use it. It is very powerful. Early mistakes and errors in judgment will be tolerated as you learn to control your thoughts, but if you continue to make the same errors in judgment, which is what I have done and was part of the reason that I couldn't see you as often as I wished, there will be consequences. I deeply regret that I haven't been able to confide in you earlier, but I was the victim of my poor reasoning. You will understand all once you take possession of my gift. Know, too, John that this is a gift I could only give to a son, which is why you were born, to carry on the legacy. This is my gift to you, a gift from your father."
At this the voice in his head went silent; the box finished melting away and displayed to his eyes the most magnificent ring he'd ever seen. It was gold and had many stones of all colors encrusted upon it. It could be compared to a "Super Bowl" ring, but was grander, if that was possible. There was no inscription, at least none that he could see at the moment.
He tried to remain calm, but it was as if it was calling out to him, so he reached his right hand out for it, and it disappeared and reappeared on his ring finger. He was startled. He hadn't intended to put it on, only wanted to get a better look at it. Immediately, he felt a surge of adrenaline, he fought a panic reflex, it was suffocating, he like he couldn't breathe, just as he was about to reach his limit, it past. He felt good. Better than good, he felt stronger, stronger than he had ever felt. His mind seemed more open, as if he was using parts of his brain he'd never used before. It all was beginning to make sense. Memories of his father came flooding back, all at once. He remembered. He remembered it all, who his father was and what he looked like and all times they spent together. He also knew why his father stopped visiting; it was a punishment by the ring. He felt himself smiling. His father loved him and he loved and cherished the time that they spent together. He began to weep at his father's passing. The ring seemed to allow him a few short minutes to grieve before it opened his mind more.
This was the ancient ring the Ring of Power, its origins were thought to have been from a time when mankind worshiped gods like Zeus and Odin, but even the ring itself didn't know for certain. It believed that it may be extra-terrestrial in origin. It has been passed from father to son for centuries.
John felt a new surge of brain activity and blinked rapidly several times unable to move as hundreds of terabytes of data seemed to be downloading into his brain. And then as suddenly as it began it stopped. He took a deep breathe.
He was still for a brief moment and then it dawned on him, "I can control things, people, and my physical body, and in some cases others, too." He had read enough science fiction and seen enough television and movies to have some ideas of what that all meant and what he should try to do first.
He wasn't a bad looking young man, a little skinny, not at all muscular, wiry was the word to describe his physique. His acne was finally beginning to clear up and his facial hair was sporadic at best. He was average height under six feet, about 5'9". He gave up on being taller long ago, realizing that it simply wasn't in the cards. But now he could change all of that. He could change his body, face, anything and everything.
Where should he to begin, he thought. He got up and walked into his bathroom, looking into the mirror he decided to start with his face. His face became warm and glowed pink and settle back to his natural shade, he had cleared his acne with a simple thought. He liked how clean his face looked. He stared at his face again, he always thought his nose was too big so he began to shape it, he could feel it burn and he realized quickly that he had to be careful, or he could hurt himself. Before long he settled on a smaller nose one that was straighter and narrower. With a thought he willed his facial hair to be thick and rich, instantly he had a full beard, it made him look much older. He then tried for the unshaven look that many actors were sporting these days. He kind of liked the look and decided to keep it, while he considered his hair, which needed trimming. He retrieved a sports magazine from his room and saw a cut that he liked and it was then on his head. Then he changed the color from brown to blonde and then to red and then black. Finally he settled on blonde. Looking into the mirror he barely recognized himself. He decided to change his hair back to its original color and that he would go with the clean shaven look for now. Glancing at the magazine again, he thought about adding some muscles. He turned the pages to see the pictures of a body builder and thought it would be great. He heard it before he felt it, his clothing shredding and falling away from his body. He was a pale version of "The Incredible Hulk"; he laughed as he stared into the mirror.
He finally backed off the muscles until he had added a few pounds and definition to his body. He could always add more, but he wanted to be able to just show a little and lock them in. He looked up and down his body and liked what he saw. Then he looked at his sexual equipment and made a few adjustments there. He'd only been with a few girls and knew that bigger was better. He could make more adjustments as the needed. He felt himself and realized how much bigger he had gotten. He liked what he'd done and laughed loudly. He wished he had gotten this ring when he had been in high school and had to endure the showering after gym class.
He decided that he would cure himself of any and all aliments and he felt really good, strong and better than he had ever felt in his entire life. The final change of the day was to gradually add a little more color to his complexion, the kind of coloring that his friends would have paid good money in the tanning salons to achieve.
He was almost ready to meet the world, he need to some clothes. Just as he was about to walk to his closet, he decide to have his jeans appear in his hands and they did. It was his last clean pair, and they weren't his favorite, he willed them on along with the appropriate undergarment and changed them into what he had in mind. He did the same with his shirt and shoes.
He was getting the hang of these new powers. He looked down the strong muscular arms and that the ring on his finger. As much as he loved the ring, it was a little too much bling and would attract unintended attention, not that it would be a problem, he felt he could take on a battalion marines. No, the smart thing was to not get into that type of situation in the first place. Blending in was important and he could make any changes necessary. As he looked again the ring began to change, finally looking like an average high school ring. Perfect, he thought.

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To say that John hadn't been very close to his father would be to make one of the largest understatements known to man. He rarely saw the man when he was growing up, despite a number of his irregular visits. There were many, but John barely remembered him spending anytime with him. Nevertheless, he provided well for him and his mother, despite the fact that the two never married. As John grew into his early teens he learned by accident that his father was a very powerful and wealth businessman in the state, and he and his mother weren't his only family, not in the legal sense, anyway. No, he was married and had another family; all three daughters were around the same age as John, give or take a few years. John was crushed. He'd always looked forward to his father's visits, almost as much as his mother, despite not being able to remember them. It was as if he knew they happened, but couldn't add any detail. His father's visits grew less frequent as he grew older, but he knew his mother stayed in touch. When he was able to summon enough courage to ask his mother about what he had learned, she simply explained that they had an arrangement and she was satisfied to see him whenever he could make the time. And so it went, John was raised by his single mother; she seemed to be able to provide for him everything he needed. She never seemed interested in other men and since she received a large monthly stipend from his father, she didn't have to work, and spent her spare time volunteer for many different charities. They were comfortable and there always seemed to be enough money so that they never wanted for anything.
It was the beginning of summer, just a few months since his eighteenth birthday when John learned of his father's passing. They didn't go to the funeral, although he doubted that they would welcome his father's mistress and her bastard son. He wondered if his father's official family even knew of their existence. Suddenly, he was concerned about his mother's financial security. With his father's passing it was likely she be without financial support. He wondered if she had planned for this and if she would now have to go to work. He surprised her by dropping by the next day. John had moved in with some friends shortly after his 18th birthday, it was unusual for an eighteen year old to be on his own, but he wanted his mother to have the opportunity to be single and resume dating, without having to explain her eighteen year son. Nevertheless his visits were frequent and at regular intervals, Tuesdays, and Sundays, with occasional visits on Saturday afternoons. He spoke with her daily, but this wasn't something he felt he they should discuss over the phone.

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Block hit the ground hard... His jet-pack was out of commission.. I stood up then jumped down in time to see him toss it away.. He grinned at me, Showing yellow sharp shark like teeths.. I went for him.. Threw a punch.. He caught the punch without stress and his grin grew wider..
"Na my ground you dey now.. Come fly comot make I see"

Bleep!

Raising me up he threw me at the bus.. I collided with it and turned it over.. Bus was totally damaged now.. My HUD blurred for a while.. When it came back on I looked at block's direction only to get hit with a massive NEPA pole he had ripped off the ground.. I tumbled through the streets and smashed into a parked Camry...

* Suit Damage 55% *

"Shut up!"

*Why? * The A.I asked...
"Your constant announcement of my failure isn't helping anybody!"

*Try to fight better and I'll stop*

"AI? Can't believe am arguing with an AI..."

Block started coming at me.. I tore myself out of the crumbled car and stood straight..Fists glowing blue from my NOVA energy..Extending it I formed swords and I rushed at him... I swung he caught my arm.. Turned me over then and threw me upwards.. I spotted Zxxx... He flew past me.. Their plan hit me the same time my mini- Missiles did... I hit the ground hard...

My HUD went off.. Which means my suit was out if nova energy.. Groaning I started charging it again..

*Nova Armor online.. Suit Capacity 5%*
"Why didn't you warn me about the missiles?"
* You asked me to keep shut *
"Dave I need help here.. How can I get rid of block?..."
* Oh now you need me?.. * My elder brother's voice sounded.. *Well, Simple block's DNA reacts terribly to fire..Laser..Basically anything too hot.. As for Zxx.....*

"Don't worry I have Zxxx covered"
I turned over to face the both of them as they marched towards me..
"Re-Route all energy to my right beam.."
I formed a laser lance with my right arm and went for block.. Zxxx Dived at me and I blasted him.. Block was slow..My lance sank into his chest..... I was expecting him to shout
.he didn't.. just Fell....

"Patch me through to the ESPD(Edo state police department)"
*Done*
"This is Novan reporting.. I have two downed supervillains here and need immediate transport to the tower...and Bring a bottle of coke for me.. "

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Block was huge!! Main ability was super-strength.. Level 6 Strength, On par with the likes of 'Power' He was currently flying with the aid of a jet-pack, That would be his undoing... I balanced myself and came back for him... Metal fists glowing blue from being charged by my nova energy... I swung the punch, He zoomed through the air and couldn't catch himself because flight wasn't his strong suit.. I followed the initial attack with nova blasts from my fists....
After taking enough damage he finally dodged and came at me..Enraged!..
'Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh'
"Ahh! Stay still you little bleep.. You dey mad!?"

He kept throwing the punches but I was quicker...He was stronger though but I was more nimble..
"Why? Can't hit me?.... You're getting too chubby block.. Try to cut down on the fried egg intake.. put yourself on a straight bole diet or ma......oooff!!"
I got to cocky... The punch took me unawares....

*Suit Damage.. 31%.. Heads up display offline*

"What the...!! Dave what just happened? I can't see"

*That punch bro.. your vision is currently re-booting*

"Deactivate helmet..."
My helmet deactivated a second too late as block grabbed my hand and swung me down.... I headed straight for the tarred road..
*HUD BACK ONLINE*
"Helmet's activate!..''
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" Main gate! Main gate!!... Main Run oo! "

I crashed on top a danfo bus.. The conductor ran away.. Panic broke out and everyone started running... block was coming at me...
*Targeting systems online..*

Aiming for his power pack I fired....

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*You're are gonna have to jump out!*

"Hell No! man.. Not gonna happen;"

Dave didn't reply me, There was no need to.. I looked back and saw the 2 boogeys still coming at me, Unrelenting....
'pew pew pew!!!'
Zxxx's Laser shots damaged the last working propeller... My jet twirled... Then nosedived..
*Will you get out now?*
"Bleep you!"....
Tapping the big red button I was shot out through the broken glass on the roof...

* Nova Armor Online.. Good day Trex*

" Great.. Now I have to listen to two jerks "

*Hey! who are you calling a jerk?* Dave asked.. I was about answering when zxxx collided with me raising his hand to my face... 'Pew' I was blasted.. Flying backward I stabilized my flight then raised my hand..
*Targeting systems online*

Something was off..my targeting systems weren't supposed to be....

*Like the improvement? I upgraded your suit.. Now your suit can actually target.. you'll never miss..*

"I never missed before".. *Huh. true but you never know*
" I'll kill you bro I swear I....."
Zxxx's shots brought me back to the fight..
*Suit damage 13% and rising* The A.I informed me...
"Great!"

I went for him. Hand drawn out for a punch. I threw it.. he dodged then landed one on me.. I turned and tried and upper cut..He moved back then smashed his knee on my armored chest.. I went down again
* 20% and rising *

"Where the codex?" Zxxx finally spoke, and sounded like a true Hausa man... "I'll tell you after you're in the tower" Small slits opened on my shoulder and mini - missiles went after him he turned and zoomed away.. His powers were offence no defense... I turned and got punched by block...I'd totally forgot about the second boogey...