Not being in the driver's seat, Jon decided, allowed him to focus entirely on the view. Karen was clearly enjoying the drive, though. His right hand had continued along the curve of Karyn's breast to wander across her clavicle before dipping down into her cleavage. The hand circled there a bit between her breasts before tracing her midline up to her throat and along her jaw to her ear. He concentrated to feel all the detail coming from what still felt like his left middle finger when he was shocked to hear...feel?...Karyn's voice. "...can't believe how good this feels. Hopefully Jon's learning something about what a girl wants. He'll be the best lover in the world if he's paying attention. I hope he's learned his lesson because I really do love him..." The words trailed off as the sensations began to explode again with Karen using her own arms to add to the exploration. Her face and both breasts were now getting attention.
Jon was no longer paying much attention to the physical sensations, though. He was intensifying his exploration of his left middle finger. He found with concentration that he could 'feel' memories. Some were pretty generic- sitting in class, eating a burger, browsing the internet. Some, however, were clearly NOT his. A birthday party in a pink dress. Inserting a tampon. A self-breast exam. These were KARYN's memories. He also continued to 'feel' speech and emotions coming from the tip of that same finger.
I'm reading Karen's mind! It was an epiphany. Jon thought back to the exact wording of all the wishes. He had wished Karen was his hand. Karen had wished the hand to control the body. Karen has then fine tuned her control of the body and ensured Jon couldn't use the stone or talk. Although Jon's control of the body had been lost, his perception of body had not. Karen was still HIS hand. Jon then wondered, I can't control my hand, but can I influence the mind in the hand?
While Jon had been concentrating, only a couple of minutes had passed. Karen was still massaging her breasts and face with her three available hands. It was clear his Mom found it all unremarkable given her occasional idle questions to Jon which Karen would answer generically with Jon's mouth. Jon was now curious how far things could go and remain normal. He decided he may as well try his idea now.
He concentrated on the tip of his left middle finger and tried to move that same place where he could feel memories and thoughts with a thought of his own. 'I'm so wet. My clit is just begging to be massaged.'
Jon was rewarded to feel this thought echo back from Karyn's mind in the same way her own thoughts did. His right hand then drifted down Karyn's tummy and twirled fingers in pubic hair before descending into the depths of her womanhood. Jon's fingers began massaging Karyn's labia and clit. Jon felt his own penis harden as Karen let a moan out of Jon's lips.
"Honey, are you okay? You moaned and look like you're in pain." Jon felt a hand that was not his own start rubbing Karen's breast. He opened his eyes and felt his head turning to look into the concerned face of his Mom. Her hand was gently rubbing Karyn's breast. "Your hand, is it hurting you?" It took a moment to realize his Mom hadn't gone suddenly lesbo, rather she was trying to assess her son's 'owie'. To her is was just a palm, after all.
Karen had apparently regrouped and made the same determination as well. "I'm okay, Mom. I think I just slept wrong on it. Just need to work out a few cramps is all."
"Okay, dear. We're almost to the mall."
Karen maintained a relaxed and still body all the way there.
Jon's mind, however, was anything but relaxed OR still. I can control my fate! Damned if I'm going to lose the upper hand again! He groaned at the double meaning of that last thought.
