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Mirror Mirror (Occult Mm Mdom)
Lizard69
His first clue it was happening again was watching the blankets peel themselves back over the foot of his bed while he was still coming through the doorway. He didn't need to see the… entity, that appeared close enough behind him he couldn't back out. Maybe it didn't matter. While nothing had happened outside his room yet, that didn't mean it couldn't. The situation was so bizarre he didn't see how anything like rules could apply.
“You know what I want, cunt.”
“Please… I can't… Not like that.”
“Suit yourself. The hotter you make it for me, the quicker it will be over, and the sooner you can start telling yourself it was all some weird hallucination.”
Wasn't that what it had to be? The creature was almost a comic book parody of the, “evil pervert child molester”. The boy had struggled the first time and fought like hell the second. Even a skinny twelve year old, light for his age, should have been able to do *something*. He couldn't slow or deflect it a millimeter, like being positioned and pinned by a machine. Only what machine would pull his clothes off and shove something resembling an erection down his throat and up his ass? He'd discovered how superficial the resemblance was the time he bit down in a gagging, choking, panic and nearly broke his teeth. Then again, the outside felt like real skin and it performed like an ordinary penis except for remaining erect through at least two orgasms.
He could still count the number of times it had happened, if he could bring himself to think about it. The low dresser on the other side of his bed was tall enough, barely, that he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror lying down. Standing, everything above mid thigh was clearly visible, except for the creature. His reflection appeared to be undressing alone in the privacy of his room. If it were only that innocent!
“That's it kid, get naked for me. You're learning fast. You must be half hard already. Get down on your knees. If you can get your own dick good and hard before I can cum in your mouth I'll settle for fucking you once tonight.”
A month earlier he could have gone from limp to orgasm in a couple of minutes with the right inspiration. The first time the creature ordered him to masturbate he literally couldn't get hard to save his ass. Today he split the difference, working up a decent stiffy by the time he'd given the creatures cock a thick coat of spit.
“All right, hands and knees on the bed, better yet, grab the headboard with both hands. I'm so horny I'll drive you face first into it if you're not braced solid.”
It should have been impossible. A grown mans cock forced into his ass with nothing but a little spit for lube should have torn him open or rubbed him raw in a couple of strokes. It still wasn't his idea of a party but he managed to gasp and moan instead of screaming. The tears on his cheeks had less to do with the physical nature of the assault than the way his own body was responding to the abuse.
He couldn't decide which was worse, watching the hand lightly stroking, almost teasing his erection while his poor ass was being stretched and violated, or trying not to look and having the sensations alone form mental images.
“Oh God! I get so fucking hot thinking of you getting off on being used this way. A straight boy forced to be a perverts fuck toy? I can't even think about it without getting half way there. Any second now you'll pop your load. That sends me over the edge every time.”
This couldn't actually be happening. It had to be some sort of perverse hallucination. A quick glance at the mirror across from his bed seemed to confirm it, though a longer look began to raise doubts. He was kneeling there alone, bent forward at the waist to grab the headboard of the bed. Even braced his hips jerked forward slightly with every thrust from behind. Not only was his penis more stiffly erect than it got while jacking off, it seemed to almost visibly swell each time the creatures cock went deep enough that wiry pubes ground against his ass. A sudden movement in the mirror made him focus on the wall in front of him. His mom, face averted, was reaching in from the hall and groping for the bedroom doorknob.
There must have been some change in his gasps and moans as his cock launched a half dozen dollops of cum on as many different trajectories. He didn't see, didn't want to know, if his mom had looked but he heard the door close well after the critical moment.
The next morning he managed to drag things out until his dad left for work, intending to skip breakfast and split for school without giving his mom time to comment. Instead he cut it too fine and she insisted on driving him there. At least she was watching the road while talking.
“Every woman with a son eventually reaches a point where the best she can do is make sure there are plenty of clean sheets. While nocturnal emissions are completely involuntary and masturbation is nearly so, nothing she can say will be more reassuring than embarrassing.
“This is something different. I've heard that for rare individuals with a vivid imagination and the ability to focus intensely it's possible to achieve… release, without any other stimulation. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Your father assures me that while the ability may be rare, any man who could most certainly would. I'd hate to think you might try to suppress exceptional talents because I'd inadvertently observed you using them to enhance a personal moment. We're always here to listen to your questions or comments but don't want to smother you with unasked advice.”
“Uh, thanks.”
He got through the school day with nothing more than the normal wear and tear. Returning to his room later, he found a stack of towels and a note. “What happens while you're asleep will happen. Tissues will deal with most other situations. For unusual incidents you may wish to use these older towels.” A familiar chuckle behind him put his deepening blush on the fast track.
“You know, hardly a day goes by that she doesn't get together with a couple of the neighborhood moms. Care to bet that your embarrassing moment won't become one of their, 'joys of parenting', topics?”
“NO! She couldn't… She wouldn't… Oh shit.”
“Don't worry. Nobody will give you a hard time about it. Even if you do catch one of them giving you the eye, she'll most likely be thinking of what a treat some middle school girl is missing. Your mom couldn't tell them, has no idea herself, that what makes you cum like a stallion is having a creepy pervert ride you like a jockey.”
Later, much later, he would wonder if that was the moment he became a slave to the sensations rather than the entity. It was certainly the first time he started an erection just by making sure his bedroom door was latched.
The End
