Bait and Switch Retype - Complete

"Go," I tell the frightened shell of the man I once feared, and he flees the house with a speed I never thought he was capable of.

As we hear his tires screeching to get out of the driveway, mom turns to us, pulling us into a hug, and breaks down crying.

"I'm so sorry, Summer. I never knew. Can you ever forgive me?" She pleads with her daughter.

My sister's arm goes around her back, and pulls her tighter into the group hug. "There is nothing to forgive, mom. He was the criminal, not you."

"He had me so fooled," mom continues. "He showed up a couple days ago. I see now that he did it while he thought you'd both be gone." Her body continues to shudder, as she cries. "He was so smooth, and I thought he was sincere. I'd let my hope blind me to what he really wanted."

Summer and I try to console her, but we're both lost for the right words to use.

'Use her 'happy' switch,' Summer mentally tells me.

'But—,' I try to reply, but she cuts me off.

'Can't you see how much pain she's in?'

Sighing, I buckle. Since I'm already in contact with Summer, moving the switch slightly is easy. Truth be told, when in contact with my sister, I'm so powerful, that it's almost harder not to move it too much.

Mom draws in a deep breath and pulls away, wiping at her tears. I haven't taken her grief away, but I've made it manageable.

"I don't understand why he became so honest at the end?" Uh-oh. "It's obvious he didn't want to be."

'Tell her, or I will,' Summer sends, and backs it up with a serious look.

So much for her being willing to back me up, instead of badgering me.

"Sit down, mom," I tell the young looking mature woman. When she's seated back at the table, I walk up to her, and take one of her hands. She looks up to me, a curious mix of apprehension and trust on her face. I take a deep breath, and start explaining what I can do. At first mom is incredulous, but when I start to point things out to her, like how she recovered from dad's last betrayal, or why dad acted as he had before tearing out of here, she comes around.

"And you magnify his. . . his switches?" she asks Summer. My sister nods, and mom just shakes her head, before a devious gleam enters her eyes. "He's going to regret ever messing with this family. The only good thing that ever came from him is you two." I can't help but feel warm at the statement, but her other comment about making him pay, has me a bit worried.

"He's already suffering," I tell her, and then explain what I'd done. Looking at it now that I've calmed down, I worry that I may have gone too far, but the look of happiness on mom's face washes that away. Maybe I did go overboard on him, but then again, he deserves what he gets for all the pain he's caused over the years.

"Well," mom says, standing up, and giving her kids a hug, "I have my two wonderful children here out of the blue, and the future is really looking up." She pulls back, and there is an angelic smile on her beautiful face. Summer and she truly could pass for twins, when she smiles that way. "I think we should celebrate."

Summer leans forward, and whispers something in mom's ear, and our mother's smile turns hungry.

'What did you tell her?' I send to my sister.

'I told her some of the things you did for me with your switches,' her reply appears to me, and she gives me the same hungry smile.

Before mom can even ask, I make the switches to increase her sexual sensitivity, making sure I'm not touching my sister, and mom gives a low throaty moan as she feels her nipples harden, her pussy grow wetter, and her clit become more sensitized. I wonder what she'll think when something touches her anus.

"You two have been very naughty," mom tells us, squirming in her seat, "for keeping such a secret from me. You're grounded. Now go to my room!"

We all laugh as we rush up the stairs, and turn right to enter her room.

"Wait," mom says, as she spies herself in a mirror on her wall, "do I owe my current looks to you too?"

I nod sheepishly. "I wanted you to be happy," I tell her.

"Oh, son!" She gushes as she rushes over to me. She grips me in a tight hug, and I know the tears that start to soak my shoulder are ones of joy. "You'll never know how happy you've made me. Thank you!"

"I love you, mom," I tell her as I hug her back.

"I think you deserve a reward," she tells me, as she steps back, and wipes some more tears from her eyes. Without further preamble, she starts stripping, and so does Summer.

Grinning I do the same, and join the two lovely ladies on the bed.

'You'd better make me stay young forever,' Summer sends to me, at the same time mom pulls me in for a kiss that is equal parts passion and love.

I don't even hesitate anymore. While Summer's body slips down mine, and she takes my thick rod in her mouth, I make the switches in her, and reinforce the one's making mom youthful.

Summer moans around my cock, as she can sense what I'm doing while we're in contact. I slip my left hand down to mom's snatch, and easily slip two fingers into her. Rubbing the front wall of her vagina, I soon have her juices gushing forth as she cries out in ecstasy.

Summer relinquishes my member from her warm sucking lips, and mom rolls me onto my back. I can feel my sister's hands aiming me for mom's holy hole, and then I'm moaning as her fiery walls grip me. My sister crawls up the bed, and plants her sopping coochy on my face, facing mom, and like a parched man, I drink her sweet nectar from the source.

Fully sunk into my parent's hole, I can feel Summer playing with her clit, making mom's moans reach a new crescendo as she clamps her pussy down tight, and I feel a new gush of fluids soak my crotch.

"Oh, son! You always feel so good in there," she croons. "Thank you so much for everything you do. I don't know another mother in the world that is lucky enough to have two such wonderful and caring kids. Oh, damn, I think you're going to make your old woman cum again."

Summer cums on my lips, and by the way mom's cries of passion are muffled, I'm guessing that the two are kissing.

Mom plops onto her side on the large bed, and my sibling follows, never breaking the kiss. Summer stays on top of mom, and she wriggles her ass at me. She breaks off the kiss and kisses her way down to mom's newly firmed breasts, while I get on my knees behind her.

I slip all the way until I hit bottom, and she grunts into mom's nipples. She reaches down to where my sodden cock is connecting us, and moans in frustration. "When am I ever going to get all of you in me? Shanna and mom can, why can't I?"

Feeling bad for her, I say, "You will today," and start hammering into her cunt, making her grunt every time I strike her deepest parts. When she hits her third orgasm, I quickly make a switch to loosen her womb a little, and she cries out loudly, as I feel that strangling little ring slip around my cock's head, and my balls slap her clit.

"Holy fucking GOD, that's deep!" she cries, and then can't get anything else out as a fourth and fifth orgasm crashes through and around her. I don't let up, and love how that tiny ring feels as it slips back and forth around the sensitive rim of my member.

I know I'm getting close, but don't want to cum just yet, and pull out. I let myself recover for a few seconds, while my sister's pussy dribbles her juices down onto mom's trimmed vagina. It almost looks lonely, lying there, and I decide that mom needs some more attention. I slip in to the hilt, as I pull mom's legs up to my hips, forcing my sister a little more forward. The two women start kissing again, and I slip two fingers into Summer's pussy to get them wet, then slip them into her ass.

"Mmm, do I get to feel my brother's thick cock in my ass?" She purrs as she turns to look at me. There is so much wanton lust in her gaze that I almost drop my seed into mom's velvety folds right there, but somehow I hold on. She starts to push back against my fingers, and I easily slip three, then a fourth into her. It's tight, but I wonder if I can get my whole hand inside her sweet ass. . .

My older sibling yelps in surprise when I get my thumb in, and she turns to look at me wide eyed. Mom cums around my penetrating tool, as Summer nearly screams, "Yes, shove your whole hand into my ass, Nick! Oh, fuck, I can't believe I have my brother's fist back there, while my young mother's sucking on my tits." She grunts as her anus slips around my knuckles, and my entire hand is buried in her ass. "Holy. . . I'm . . . Ungh. . . CUMMING[/b!]"

This is finally too much, and I fire gob, after fiery gobbet into my lovely mother's devouring womb. Mom's moans join Summers, as we all explode in one large ball of orgasmic bliss.

We spend the next couple days setting up a great divorce lawyer, and making sure mom is taken care of in every way, before heading back to the ship.

Summer points out something I hadn't considered. My dad's career as a lawyer is finished. What good is a lawyer that can't lie? It takes me quite some time before I can quit laughing.

 

Chapter 26

The ship seam oddly quite, with only Summer, me, the two angels and the kids onboard. The others haven't yet returned, and I don't begrudge them the time with their families.

Summer gets right to work, trying to come up with various strategies with the two alien sisters, while I spend most of my time practicing my switches in the blue featureless room. I'm trying to come up with some way to defeat the demons, that won't also kill me or Summer in the process.

After hours of making various switches in a number of objects that Lela supplies for me, and still unable to come up with any sort of attack that'll surely work; I lie on the floor, sweating and depressed.

"You're giving up." The statement, coming out of the blue, and delivered in a very matter-of-fact tone, with only a slight Asian accent, startles me.

"I didn't know you were back on board," I say, trying to calm my heart rate.

"I just arrived." I wait for her to say more, but she doesn't, and I turn to look at her. Sure enough, she's still there, and surprisingly she's not turning away from my nearly nude body.

"I'm not giving up, just taking a breather," I tell her, suddenly feeling self-conscious with her open scrutiny.

"I don't understand you," Leslie states after an uncomfortable pause. Speechless, I can only raise my eyebrow at her statement. Here is inarguably the smartest human being alive, and she can't understand me? "You have a supreme power. You can do almost anything you want. You have women fawning over. You're not shy about using your ability, but you're afraid to use it in ways that could benefit all mankind."

Stunned, I just look at her. Sitting up, I try to formulate an answer but all I come up with is the very witty and articulate, "Huh?"

She gives me a look that says 'You're an idiot,' but I ignore it. Finally, when I don't say anything else, she sighs exasperated, and says, "You're obviously no fool—" despite what her look says, "—and you could be out messing with senators, or even reach the president, and get this country back on track." When I continue to look at her in shock, she shakes her head. Does she really expect me to manipulate people like that?

"I. . . I don't like manipulating people," I tell her.

"You mean to tell me that all of those women are with you, and you haven't manipulated them?" The sarcasm nearly drips from her tone, and I feel my face flush with either anger or embarrassment. I'm not entirely sure which one.

"Well, I did manipulate Gina, but I really feel bad about that, and refuse to manipulate anyone else," I try to defend myself.

"And your professor? Gina's mother? The guy you turned into a woman, or even your father?" Each accusation feels like a knife digging into my gut, and I flinch as she throws those names at me. "I've been going over your files, while I was home." She can do that? Her connection with the ship and the nanites are truly powerful. This woman could very easily become very dangerous. Is she can access the ships logs from home now. . .

"They were growing pains, as I learned about my ability, except for my father. He deserves what he got, and so did Harley Quinn."

She looks at me curiously at that last name, and I can tell when she realizes I mean Derek. "But think of the good you can accomplish."

"And take away someone's free will? No, there are better ways," I tell her firmly.

"You could stop wars, create peace, rebuild the economy, and even make yourself rich in the process." I know I need to stay on her good side, she's too dangerous to have as an enemy, but she's really getting under my skin.

Maybe it's just that I've been tempted to do all of those things. There are more than a ton of good reasons to do so, but great power comes with great responsibility. Who would I become, if I let myself go down that path? Where would I draw the line? I could kill a terrorist in a heartbeat. Or get revenge on a rapist . . . again. . . But where do I stop? Murderers? Embezzlers? What about jay walkers, or somebody that just pisses me off? No, I stopped going down that road, because it's too dangerous.

"No," I state firmly, "I have no right to abuse my power like that."

I expect her to glare, or grow angry or even storm off, but instead, she smiles. She just grins from ear to ear, and smiles at me. For the first time I notice how attractive she is. She's nowhere on the level of Gina or Shanna, but when she smiles like that, her smooth skin, and almond shaped eyes seem to sparkle.

"Good," she tells me, leaving me even more confused, until my tired brain finally catches on. Apparently I've been working too hard.

"You were testing me!" I accuse her, not feeling upset in the least. Her smile only gets bigger. "You want to ensure I didn't go power crazy after the battle next week."

"I have to be sure," she tells me, without a hint of guilt. "I can see why the other women are with you," she gives my groin an obvious stare before adding, "despite your other assets."

Despite? What's that supposed to mean? Standing up, I make no move to hide myself, and if I end up using my hips a bit more than necessary, and if my member swigs more than usual, I can't be blamed. I'm worn out! Speaking of which. . . The yellow healing light covers me at my command, but something changes, and I see Leslie smiling.

I'm growing hard. I don't mean just a bit harder, but rather, my cock is straining in its skin, trying to reach for the ceiling.

Cancelling the light, I look to the other woman accusingly.

She bursts out laughing, not even trying to hide her admiring stare.

"Since contact with your sister increases your ability, and since you're not averse to copulating with your own kin, I figured I would help modify the light to help you in that regard." The smile is still painted plainly in her eyes as she looks at me.

Looking down, I can't believe how hard the light made me. I also feel completely rejuvenated. Looking back up to the other woman, I say, "Since this was your idea, why don't you be the first to try it out?"

Fear enters her eyes, and she covers her crotch. "No, that monster will never fit!" She starts to back away from me, to where I know the portal to be. I command it to stay shut, as I advance towards her. I know that she can override my command, with her vast intellect, but when she reaches the wall, and it doesn't open, she turns back to me. "You can't be serious." The fear is gone from her eyes, and I almost think there might be a bit of playfulness in them now. She slides along the wall, alternating glances from my face to my hard erection, and back. "You have plenty of other women to try that thing out on. Why go for me?"

I smile widely as I continue to advance. "Because this was your idea. Because you're the one in here now." Showing even more of my teeth, in what I hope is a hungry look, I finish, "And because you're one helluva fine woman, and your intelligence really turns me on."

She stops and stares as I finish talking, taking her eyes off me long enough to look down her body. Her clothing is modest, but even so, I know she's not well endowed, and her ass is a little flat, but when she's smiling, she really is beautiful, and she's rather slim as well.

I use her distraction and lunge for her, but she's quicker than she looks, and dodges away at the last moment. How did she move like that? I thought I had her.

"You're no slouch when it comes to intelligence either," she compliments me, "but even you should know that you can't fit something the size of your wrist through something the size of my little finger."

The thought of her with her little finger inside her tiny kootchy makes me even hornier, and she doesn't miss the bit of precum that escapes my tip.

"Perhaps not, but anything can be stretched when it gets warmed up," I throw physics back at her.

She ponders my words for a moment, and I'm able to get close enough to grab at her, but somehow she bends out of my way again. Is she some kind of martial artist? Growling, I continue with my advance, as she sidles around the room.

She remains silent for a bit, and the only sounds that can be heard are our footsteps as we move.

"Do you have the tools to warm it up, though?" She asks solicitously, and this time it's me that stops, wondering if she'd just insulted me. Then I catch the gleam in her slim eyes, and see my chance.

"Then I propose an experiment," I remain still, and she raises one slender eyebrow, inviting me to continue. She also stops moving away. "You allow me to try, and we'll see whose hypothesis holds true."

She pretends to take that under consideration, but I can already see the answer in the way her hands fiddle with the hem of her shirt. "Shall we set a time limit on that? There becomes a point when no amount of effort will give results."

This time I consider. How long will it take to get her warmed up enough? "Shall we say, thirty minutes?" That should easily be more than enough time.

"Done!" she states, and lifts her sweater over her head. I'm right about her breast size. She's lucky if she's a full a-cup. After being with such busty women as Shanna and Gina, it surprises me that I'm turned on by the appearance of her slight chest. Her bra hits the floor next, and I command my light-suite off. With her breasts now completely free, I can truly admire the way they sit on her chest, with no sagging. Their soft curves round out nicely with her thin frame, and are topped with the smallest nipples I've ever seen on an adult.

Stepping up to her, I pull her body to mine, just as her pants hit the floor. They tangle around her feet, and she has to catch herself against me. Not giving her any time to catch her balance, I bend over, and lift her into my arms, immediately latching onto one of her tiny nipples. From her gasp, you'd think I'd sensitized it with a switch, but with her, apparently I don't have to.

The gravity in the room unexpectedly terminates, and I find us floating freely. Looking up her chest, I can see Leslie smiling dreamily back down at me. I have to wonder what's changed since the last time I'd seen her. She'd been so calm and reserved, and conceited, but then when she is alone with me. . . Maybe that's it. She has an image to maintain when in front of the other women. Conceited, conservative, and intelligent. I wonder which is the true her?

With gravity no longer a concern, I allow my right hand to slide down her back, through her butt-crack, and up to her slit. She's already wet, and I play with her labia while I continue to enjoy her miniscule nipple.

I try to slip a finger into her, but she hadn't been kidding when she'd said she was the size of her pinkie. I'm going to have to seriously warm her up, if my enlarged manhood is going to make it into her.