You may not acknowledge me. But there's luck I know you very well. The look in your eyes as I make you cum for the third time this hour, oh how lovely. Think about it. Do you really think these multitude are your parents ? That he is your begetter or she your mother. Please. I remember how your mom screamed the day I made her my bitch. Let me tell you your dad is great at munching pussy. Since you're man and you need a figure I'll give you one. I'll be… um… gift me moment got to choose a adept one. Oh yeah how does Sam phone. Yeah Sam a great epithet in fact. I'm kind of drill, to pass clip I'll tell you my fib. It all started after I killed God.

beginning

Turns out it's kind of arduous to kill God. Well, God is God for a reason. I choose another approach, I locked God away. Turns out the bastard didn't plan on getting locked away without fucking me over. Somehow the bitch managed to put away away my powers. Forever locking me in a perpetual R-2 of reincarnation. As luck would take it Christian religion and Hinduism… not that different.

I will excuse it in a way your human mind can understand. Not to sound conceding but the homo backwash is speechless as all hell. I'm surprised you all haven't killed yourselves already. Well, not that you haven't tried. I guess the bawd isn't God for no reason. Anyway I digress. The cunt locked my powers and placed me in an endless reincarnation cycle. As I later learn each new sprightliness I gain a 10 and unlock part of my powers.

So to you all with half a brain. My life story increases by multiples of ten. Can I make it any simpler for you all ? Sheesh. My first liveliness ended pretty quickly. A wino driver randomly plowed through the endorse history window of my theatre. The great power I gained mind reading. For get laid sake. Mind reading is as useful as an 18 class old in bed. At least my mo aliveness got more interesting.

"get-up-and-go,"I heard a doctor say. Here we go have to be a baby.

one-half an hr later I cried like pattern human babies. I swear, how are you humans so weak at birth ? My"mom"a melanize cleaning lady named Ashley, a total babe. About 5'3"one shot face, slurred lips, precious niggling nose and colossus darkness dark-brown eyes. She had bosom for days but her ass none to be found. I mean American language air hose contacted her to ask if they could land their planes there. My"dad"magniloquent buster 6'3"he used to be an athlete body. I did let one complain though. Why did they have to be black ? In my by biography I was mordant. Couldn't it have been a Edward White family ? Always wondered what I'd be like to be born white. Having the public as your huitre must be nice.

things went good enough. When you're mentally five hundred yr old, fooling xxv year old youngsters was pretty soft. After I turned two I got twin baby. Tasha and Amy, they were identical twins. My parents actually had workplace to do while raising them. Since, I was the perfective tense baby. I skipped class pretty quickly at nine I was in eighth grade. Seriously I forgot how dullard homo are, 1+1=2. Dumbfucks.

Continuing, by XI I graduated high school. Thirteen I was done with my bachelor. For all you know it all out there, AP and double enrolment classes help. At sixteen I got my abidance and became a doctor. I worked at the ER department. That's when puberty finally decided to hit. I grew as grandiloquent as my dad. I gained some muscle muckle but nada too Major.

Fast-forward four years I turned twenty. Now things got superintendent fun. I felt my exponent returning. I could now control the mind of any item-by-item including my own. At least now life would be more doable. A summer morning my mom came to shoot the breeze me at my house alone. Her and my dad got divorced when the Twins started high school. Nearing her mid-forties she started looking her age. Her tits sagged she had a little pouch of fat under her belly.

"Hey Sam happy natal day,"she hugged me.

Her tits pressed against my belly."Thanks mom."

With my superpower partially back I could have sex properly. Before this I used to actually have to tribunal women. Reading their judgment did helper. Now staring at my mom I saw my first experiment. My helping hand slithered down and I grabbed her pitiful ass.

"Sam ! What are you doing ?"she yelled.

I grinned,"I'm feeling horny right now. I was hoping you'd help."

"Let me go,"she squirmed against my bosom. Yet with a simple switch I went into her mind lowering her posture.

"Now, now mommy don't you want me to be happy,"whisper to her ears I pushed her to the couch.

Resist as she may it was useless."Please,"she begged."Not to me, your own mother."

Ignoring her pleading I unbuckled her pant. The pink panties she wore came out right after. I saw her bush. It was trimmed, horny as all blaze I got my dick out.

"No, blockage ! Don't."

I turned a expiry ear to her row and stick in my phallus into her. A dry vagina, there's zilch that feels as amazing at this. I watched mom on her tears streaming down her eyes. Her yells of pain enchanting my ears. Grasping her blouse I ripped it off her. My mom's heavyweight tits bounced jiggled with my thrust. The bra held them together.

"springiness me one moment,"I pulled my prick out."I'll get the scissors."Just to be safe I made her unable to move.

Searching around the kitchen I found the scissors. I came back to the aliveness elbow room to see my mom on her dorsum. Her hairsbreadth disheveled. The binge obviously never stoppeed. Her legs up in the air, her pussy swollen from my recent assault. The only error in this prospect, her bra, it messed up the unadulterated image. To spice thing up a little I gave returned her motor role to her.

Instantly she darted off the couch. As I was blocked the front man she ran to the back door. Yet for a reason or another mum"accidentally"tripped, turns out this happened in real life and not just in repugnance films. Calmly I walked towards her.

"If you stop right now I won't William Tell anyone. Please Sam… Don't do this to me,"she sobbed.

As I am writing this down I realize how mundane this is. One moment, I've got to change the past tense. There I stood side by side to half naked past me. I tapped onto his shoulder. Past me was surprised to see present me standing future to him. As I am in a different life sentence he didn't recognized me. With a genial link he realized who I was.

"What are you doing here ?"he placed mom to sleep.

"To stop you from continuing this boorish matter, let's be serious we could do better."

After thinking a while he nodded."Yeah, I ‘ ll just erase her memory and… hold what about her clothes ?"

It had only now come to my tending that past me did rip away her clothes. Well, I snapped my fingers arranging it all."I think you got the rest."

Just like that I returned to the present. Going back to my desk new computer storage entered my mind. So… mulligan on that one.

I made mom dressed herself and altered her memories. I turned to remake this whole fuck her thing. Then I slipped and impaled myself with the scissors. Fuck me !