Today I will lay out the second chapter of the story, entitled "Perhaps Your Mother is Next." The story is simple in its plot, at the same time it touches as the author presents it. There are stories where the protagonist student uses the magical thing to make her director sleep with him right in her office, she thinks with her husband, and after realizing that he was a student, he gets angry and tormented into another guy she stops time and walks naked in front of her mother or climbs out of the closet at night, stimulating her clitoris and she begins to think of him as a potential lover. This I write to the fact that among the trivial stories, there are really interesting stories, or very atmospheric stories. To which I relate this story below.
PROLOGUE

The medical staff at the Carlton Memorial Hospital was perplexed by the sudden increase in the number of registered pregnancies. It was a real mystery in which the entire state was involved. There have been countless facts; facts that were too supernatural to be considered anything other than ordinary coincidence.

More than fourteen pregnancies have been reported, all within two weeks, and their number has increased every day. Most of the pregnant women were local women, but also from the neighboring cities. Apparently, a sudden outburst of sexual activity was rendered to the entire area. Local hospitals were occupied by women who claimed that they were pregnant. Studies have confirmed that they really were, although no one knew how this was possible. They were all extremely hysterical and agitated.

The main factor was that all women were between the ages of thirty-eight, the oldest of whom was forty-seven. All women were in the third month. It was very strange that more than a dozen women were fertilized within a week or two of each other. There were a lot of questions. Why there was a sudden increase in sex life of middle age? Why only middle-aged women? Five of them were close to ending their menstrual cycle forever, and their pregnancy was one accident out of a million; forty-seven years old had no one for two years, and no one could explain it at all! There is a challenge to all the laws of science.

The second mysterious factor - many consider the main and most alarming problem - was that none of the women could identify the father. Although everyone was married (with the exception of two: one divorced and the other a widow), most of them claimed that there had been no sexual activity for quite some time. The widow claimed that she had not been with a man since the death of her husband ten years ago. The divorced lady claimed that, although she was dating, she had not slept with any of her boyfriends at that time. The rest of them confusedly admitted that their husbands had lost interest in them; or when there was sex, it was only in gum. In any case: it was impossible to get pregnant. This greatly exhausted their nerves and women were very excited. It was just incredible!

Medical tests were performed. Nothing unusual was found, except for the fact that everyone had stretched vaginal walls, and a pair of torn labia. Women, of course, had no idea why. They all admitted to having experienced pain in the past few weeks. Some even claimed that they had difficulty walking for a while, but no one could explain why. Everyone was, of course, confused and very shocked.A team of specialized psychologists who spent several hours with pregnant women left empty-handed. The whole city was puzzled. All but one person.

CHAPTER 2

My masturbation into a fist and incestuous meeting with my mother, left me with such hunger and desire that I desperately wanted to plow a more mature cunt. If you didn’t read the first chapter, you don’t remember that I’m a typical 20-year-old from America: medium height, thin and no kidding college graduate. But there are two things that distinguish me from all the others: the ability to hypnotize and, perhaps most importantly, that I have an unusually large penis. He is thick, tight and just over twelve inches long when fully cocked and ready to rock.

Previously, my sex life consisted only of a nightmare, I knew through experience that having such a healthy bolt could create some problems. It seemed obvious that no sane woman, young or old, would willingly want this hrenomutanta inside. His size made me feel embarrassed and blush, and if I didn’t walk with my hands in my pockets, trying to hide such a lump in my pants, hidden in them, I could attract a couple of curious girls. Therefore, I went to a virgin with calluses on the palms and a bunch of napkins.

But my mother opened a completely new world for me. Not only the fantastic world of sex, but also the realization that the Evil Eye will certainly provide obedience to any chick that I look at! I could manipulate them the way I wanted, physically and mentally. An additional advantage was that they did not remember a single moment that occurred during the trance - as soon as they “woke up”, life went on as usual. I didn’t have to charm, buy presents, or beg a woman to sleep with me ... I could just curse her! This is a great advantage, isn't it?

Anyone I wanted. Hm I thought about it for a while. But no matter how hard I tried to think about the girl that I would like to fuck, the image of my mom, who was squatting, continued to control my fantasies towards mature women. All I could think of suddenly were mature women with developed forms who lived in our city, and most of them were my teachers! Oh, what a choice!

I have to thank my mom for that! I do not think that the frequently used phrase “experienced elderly person” had anything to do with this, since I had nothing to compare her experience with. But the sounds made by my 40-year-old mom, chomping and howling, her face distorted by an orgasm and wide-open eyes, thrilled me insanely, and insanely depressed, feeling guilty, I promised myself that this was the last time I ever I use. And so I decided to test the influence of the Evil Eye in the vicinity of others.

Watch out for - - - your mom is probably next!

Of course, I had a tool of influence, but still, I had to think about how to turn this thing around. My ability was not strong enough to control many family members and curious neighbors. Therefore, I had to find a way to make sure that the woman I intended to “visit” was alone, and for a considerable time. This caused my headaches and confounded. I pondered over this dilemma for several days, until one thought came up that the only logical solution would be to carefully trap my supposed victim, gathering information about her habits and daily activities. And so I spent the next two days following the first woman on my list.

This unfortunate was not just one of the women in our area, she took the place of the administrative director at the college where I studied. She lived on the outskirts of nearby Bakersfield, and I knew that she would be home shortly before noon. One Parker Matthews died in a car crash three days ago, since he was the son of a college director, all faculty members will attend funeral services this morning.

Let me tell you about this woman. Hyacinth Eleanor Deans was forty-three years old, about five feet and ten inches tall, very thin and slender — a real garden rake. In fact, everything about her was long and thin: her face; slender arms with bony fingers and sharp nails; waist, skinny thighs and legs, you know, like spiders. I suppose the best description of her lanky body would be that it looked like a plant ...

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