The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mom and Thea were straddled within each other’s arms on the kitchen floor, tops off, and a bra had been tossed aside; they certainly allowed the tension to grow as I commanded their passion for growing with every passing minute. And I certainly have been gone for a bit.

I leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, with arms crossed; it was impossible to hold back my smirk. God damn, it’s more than satisfying to see the mother and daughter go at each other with their arms entwined, especially when considering how the status quo was just a few hours ago.

If I had known that my parental figure, a person whose level of power essentially makes her a god in a human’s body, was this easy to control... fuck, I would’ve attempted to do so years ago. I can’t even begin to count the number of times she has been on my ass for petty shit just to flex her authority.

Do this-

Don’t do that-

Come here now-

Take that out-

Give me that-

Etcetera....

It felt like she just got a rise off bossing me around without using her powers. As if it’s a display of the raw power brought by her presence alone. Sure, she could command me to do literally anything she desires, but she doesn’t even need to do that since her words hold enough weight behind them to bring fourth just about anything she commands. After all, why use her power to make shit happen when she can just tell her son to do it without needing to flex a fraction of her abilities?

Well, from the look at her now, sharing spit with the daughter she birthed through that hourglass-shaped hip of hers... mindlessly obeying the orders of the son she loved to boss around...

It doesn’t seem like she’s going to be making orders anymore-

“Achem~” I cleared my throat through an audible cough to catch their attention; though, neither Thea nor my mother appeared to have noticed. Not that I particularly minded. That just went to display the power I held; for the first time, my mother was the helpless one in the household. They will only stop when I specifically command them to. Anything else that happens isn’t important; it’s not a part of their order.

I found myself more invested in the show than I had intended to be. The entire kitchen essentially oozed with the reeking scent of sex, the smell that Thea would’ve knocked me through a wall if she detected it from my bedroom. A good part of me was entirely willing to sit back and just see how far the two were willing to fall. From the mistress of the house to a sack of tits making out with her daughter... The contrast was quite palpable.

But, I was swiftly reminded that a flaccid dick isn’t too useful in regards to masturbation when I pulled it out of my pants. Jizzing my load twice over my cute little busty sister left me in that state of solid-mindedness that made jacking it to the sight before me functionally impossible.

That wasn’t a real issue. I doubt there will ever be much in the form of obstacles for me anymore now that I have an omega level mindless cow-titted mother under her own spell. The limits on the table for me were whatever she saw as limits; hell, I’m willing to bet that she’d be able to control the entire school at once. She had the entire neighborhood’s minds ensnared like puppets just to stop me earlier, and that frightening flex of power was without wearing her charm. Currently, I am left to only imagine what her limits would be with the charm’s enhancements activated. Everything could be as simple as handing her the charm, commanding her to enslave the school, and then I walk in free to fuck all the pussy I can find or do whatever the hell I want.

Though, “could” is the keyword there.

Before going under, Mom appeared confident in the fact that, even if she didn’t, “someone” would stop me. She was sure as shit that I’d fuck up at some point and cause this brief moment of power to vanish in the wind.

Honestly, she’s probably right.

She’s correct about a lot of things; that’s the benefit of having a shitton of knowledge and general wisdom about the world behind one’s back.

Fortunately for me, especially in my current state of post-nut clarity, I’m smart enough to realize how much of a fucking dumbass I am. The world is chock full of a bunch of unknowns that I haven’t the slightest clue of.

But my mindless mommy knows her shit. And, in her current state, I feel like she’d be the perfect person to break the only plan she had in place for me. I can’t “fuck up” as she said, if someone like her is there to guide my path.

Or, at least, my odds of making a mistake are much lower with her assistance.

“Stop,” I said to the two writhing bodies.

My legs carried me from one side of the room to the other. Back in the safety of my bedroom, I paced back and forth before my mother. She sat at the edge of my bed, eyes entirely consisting of nothing but empty fog, blinking only occasionally.

It was somewhat dull to return her to this lifeless state. Like this, the differences between my mother and a literal inanimate trinket weren’t far too vast given the fact that she’s a living, breathing, and fully conscious human being. But regardless of her being rather...well, lifeless, like this. I need a talk with my obedient puppet mommy, rather than the one that could have her personality getting in the way. This is, “important” business.

I stopped my repeating trek to look at her curvy figure from head to toe. “Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, Master,” Mom responded with her eyes staring straight ahead. She continued to look straight, seemingly directly through me, as her hands rose up to unbutton her blouse.

Yes. I know I brought her in here for other reasons, but from her position seated at the edge of my bed, my stance above her, and the way she had enough buttons undone to show off a hint of the vast canyon of cleavage she’s packing. My priorities shifted, if only slightly.

Her rack wobbled with natural jiggles after she had unclasped the final button to display the full low diving V-neck widow to her chest. Those glorious mounds of milk-filled fat then proceeded to rise atop her chest as she lifted the shirt upwards by her arms and removed it from over her head. She placed it to her right before returning her hands to rest by her round hips, all the while never failing to stare blankly ahead with an emotionless look.

It’s always interesting to order her around with simple commands and even watch her mind fill in gaps left by the order. She was directed to remove her top but never instructed what to do with it or how fast/what way to go about it. Maybe it’s just the high that comes with giving her the orders for a change, but it is something to ponder.

“Raise your arm,”

She lifted her right hand while saying, “Yes, Master,”

Her hand stayed in its newfound place for a solid minute. I had left her there and just watched her obey from differing angles. The slight shift in her arm’s position had a subtle, yet noticeable effect on her right tit, causing it to be raised in tandem with her armpit.

A command such as that was left open ended on which arm to raise. But she happened upon her own choice and decided to bring up her right arm.

Mmm... honestly, my mother is as hot and healthy as can be. Almost as if she was created in some sexified universe. But, despite having a body that found the perfect definition of slim, thick, skinny, and fat... I could get off by just bossing her around. Maybe I’ll do that one day. Just order her about the place like a common slave in the house she pays for, all while I jack off and watch...

Not now.

I stared at her tits. Two fat melons rose and fell with each breath she took. The bra she wore was a simple black to contrast her skin; I assume it was designed for her busty size, but her jugs seemed to somewhat overflow over the bra cups that were squeezing into her flesh.

Damn so much fun could be had with her...

And, I bet that’s what she’d want.

Mom would want me to indulge and mess around like an idiotic teen with his hands mingled with a power he doesn’t understand. That’s the shit she’d expect from me. Shit that would cause me to run dick first into my own downfall.

Well, that’s why I’m here.

Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath and pushed away the memory of her sacks of milk that lingered in my head. “Lower your arm,”

“Yes, Master,” Mom’s arm lowered to her side.

“Alright, Mom. Tell me, if I were to...g...go out and enjoy the power your Enhancement Charm gives me, what do you believe my odds of success would be?”

“Low.”

I blinked. Having fully expected a response along those lines, her blunt yet straightforward answer still managed to take me aback.

“Okay... what do you think will happen?”

“You will splurge with the power, enjoy being in control and act on your perverted whims. You will encounter someone who will put you in your place, and you will lose the power you had. I will be returned to my senses and then punish you severely to the point where you will refrain from acting out again.”

“That sounds like a set course of events.” I frowned. “What makes you so sure that’ll happen?”

“That is what happened to me when I was in your position.”

“Hold on, what?!” I sputtered abruptly before even realizing I did so. “You were telling the truth back when you said I’m like you?” What she had said earlier sounded like a bald-faced lie to get me to drop my guard; I didn’t believe it to have any merit.

“Yes,”

I blinked a few times.

“Explain.”

“I managed to take my mother’s enhancement charm when I was around your age. At the time, like you, I was an irresponsible teenager who didn’t understand how to properly use my powers. After taking her charm, I abused the enhanced power I had. It didn’t take long for me to get in over my head, and I was caught a month later and promptly stopped. My mother managed a deal, and I was placed under twenty-four-hour surveillance for the following instead of being locked up.”

“Fuck,” I said and thought at the same time. That origin story of hers sounded eerily similar to what I wanted to do. Just go out and fuck about with this power, nothing too grand but would also 100% be influenced by my peeking hormones. Parents always say they see themselves in their children, but I didn’t know the mirror would be so exact. “If you went through the same things yourself, why did you even chance me to take your Enhancement Charm? Let alone literally allow me to abuse it?”

“Even though what I did was wrong. That experience taught me more in the long run. I witnessed for the first time what potential I had if I worked harder in my studies to perfect my powers. On top of that, it served as a lesson on the dangers that came with abusing my powers; no matter how powerful I thoug—”

“Shut up. I heard enough.”

“Yes, Master.” Mom said and closed her soft lips shut.

Alright, so she wanted to teach me a lesson or whatever. Fine. But her execution leaves much to be desired; I mean, look at her! Obeying her son when he literally told her to shut up? That doesn’t seem like something a teacher would do.

“I need you to help me avoid fucking up like you did when you were my age. You are much more knowledgeable about shit than you were as a teen, right?”

“Yes,”

“You know how the world works? Things that I don’t?”

“Yes,”

“Nice.” I liked my lips and cracked a faint smile. “Now listen to what I have in mind, and tell me about any flaws you might notice.”

“Yes, Master,”

School appeared much more foreboding than usual. Its large front double doors seemed to tower over me, and each of the students that mingled in the front plaza seemed to all be in on my secret. Regardless of whether they sat amidst each other’s friend groups on the grass, or were walking towards the school itself; each one must be aware of my secret...

The Enhancement Charm that rested hidden underneath my shirt...

I wore a baggy top to help hide the defined shape the charm made against my chest. It’s not like I have two fat milk containers in front of me that I could sneak the gem between. But the shirt seemed to get the job done. Still, I couldn’t help but glance at each and every one of the students and occasional faculty that must have their eyes on me more often than not.

It’s like they all knew I was carrying something that none of the students here should possess.

Hell, everyone is studying here just to obtain a charm. And here I am, carrying one stolen from one of its past top graduates. It’s such a disregard to the rules that I’m pretty sure it’s not even listed in the school’s list of dictates.

But...no one should know, so...

“Someone would notice the look on your face and request to inspect you.”

“What!?” I snapped out of my storytelling. “I didn’t even get into the school yet! Besides, how would you even know the look on my face?”

“I know my son more than anyone else.” Mom said blankly. Her mature voice hadn’t the faintest inch of sarcasm, yet I couldn’t help but sense a sarcastic undertone. She’s supposed to be entranced, which means none of that bossy personality shit, such as sarcasm. “You have a horrible poker face, and the faculty are all experienced former students who worked to be permitted as staff members of the school you attend. None of them would be fooled by you. Your plan would be stopped before you entered the school.”

My eyes narrowed at my blank puppet mommy.

“Why don’t you put your tits to work and give me a tit job instead of that lip?”

Mom didn’t respond and only stared ahead in silence.

I shook my head, stepped forward, and shuffled down my pants and underwear. “Give me a titjob,”

“Yes, Master,”

Okay, so...

I walk into school with a casual strut after I ordered Mom to make me appear relaxed...

“You can do that, right?” I looked down at my mother’s tits. Initially, I wanted to see my dick, but that shit is long gone between the unending crevasse of darkness that was my Mom’s cleavage. I couldn’t even see the tip of my cock; her milk-bearing melons had it entirely engulfed, though the soft shifting sensation of her mounds definitely reminded me that it was there... somewhere. “I’m not great at hiding shit, but you can make me appear as if nothing has changed?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I give my all-powerful slave doll a pat on the head.

I enter the school without a hitch, push through the doors and continue down the hall towards my first class.

“The enhancement detectors will sense a heightened level of artificial power. Security will be summoned, and you will be detained, and my Enhancement Charm will then be confiscated.”

“Okay, really? That’s a thing?”

“Yes,” she breathed; her hands continued to squeeze into her own tit meat while mashing her breasts against each other to message my shaft that rested somewhere between.

“Fuck. Alright, h- h- ffffucckkk!” My attempt at making progress in this hypothetical scenario was cut off by the way Mom hit the perfect spot in her titjob. My cock erupted then and there, still entirely unseen, a spew of jizz began to spritz out of her cleavage. A solid stream splattered against her collarbone and lower neck while most simply oozed out of her cleavage; the rest utterly filled the tight dark gap between her jugs.

The sudden eruption of jizz caught me off guard; to say the least, I had to recoil against her. Of course, her powerful figure didn’t so much as budge despite me completely leaning against her. With my arm on her shoulder, I took hold of her chin and tilted her face towards me to make out with her breathily. Her soft lips created an audibly moist squelching sound while she didn’t react in any way; her eyes stared right through me as we made out.

Pulling back, I used her hair to wipe my moist lips and left her face looking off in the direction I had just been.

“A-Alright,” I breathed. “Heal my dick,”

“Yes, Master,” Mom said to the open air. Her eyes continued to look to her side despite me standing directly in front of her. Instantly, her entire body began to glow with a holy-like soothing light which tickled my cock back to life. Her tits held the most focus of her radiant energy, and like that, my erection was back to full mast; it healthily pulsed within her cleavage.

God, she is a titfucking machine. She can drain as much cum as I can carry, then restart the process by healing back to before I jizzed.

“Okay. Okay. Fuck...” I kneaded her tits as she continued to massage them around my recently resurrected cock. “How can I get around the sensors?”

“You would need to cut off energy to the detectors, which would notify faculty, or have an admin restrictor to place on my Enhancement Charm.”

“Uh..huh... and I’m assuming those aren’t easy to get or do,”

“Yes,”

“D...Do you happen to have one?”

“No,”

I sighed.

It was a good thing I decided to have this little talk with her instead of just going balls deep into a situation that would leave me completely and utterly fucked. But, that being said, I didn’t realize there’d be this many fucking issues. It’s almost as if this education environment doesn’t want their students abusing powers against each other for personal gain.

“Assume I somehow get past the detectors.” Since she was still gazing to the side, I took hold of her chin and turned her face forward. “What other issues could come up?”

“You would have to avoid any hidden cameras. Be aware of the powers students and faculty possess. Confirm the associates of anyone you control, the powers they may have as well. Refrain from entering any power dampening fields, avoid anyone whose abilities make them immune to being mentally controlled. Don’t enter the princ..”

Stop talking

I mentally commanded, and Mom promptly obeyed, her mouth closed shut, causing her to continue staring ahead with her ever-so-lifeless eyes. The only sound that passed between us was the moist slapping of her tits as she continued to mash them against each other with my cock still hidden between.

It hadn’t crossed my mind how much of a challenge it would be to fully embrace the newfound power I found myself with. But I assume Mom knew of that challenge even before falling under her own mind control. She doesn’t need to stop me when there are this many hurdles in the way. And if I fuck up out there, I won’t just have to deal with a parental figure to ground me and move on.

“Are you only listing shit out like that to discourage me?”

“No,” Her lips moved obediently.

“If... if I gave you back your charm, could you mind-controlling everyone in the school at once?”

“No. Some might be immune to mind control. The principal quarters specifically have dampeners to restrict outside use of powers.”

“Say no one there was immune, and there were no dampeners. Could you then control everyone in the school?” It can be easy to underestimate this woman, seeing how she is currently nothing more than an empty-headed lifeless fuck doll that exists to do nothing but obey my orders.

“Yes.”

Fuck... hearing her casually say that she could enslave the minds of a school with around seven hundred students, not including the faculty, at once, does put things into perspective... I have access to all this power, yet it’s so easy for everything to fall apart.

“Do you know what your limit is?”

“No,”

“If I told you right now, to mind control everyone in the city. Do you think you could do it?”

I expected her to pause if only to build a moment where she’d have to consider the question to formulate an answer. It’s not like a city is a small general scope of the area. We’re talking over thirty thousand people, all being controlled by one woman at once. Even with her charm, that would still be a tall order.

“Maybe. I am unsure. I have never made an attempt.” Mom responded in the most emotionless manner as if being able to single-handed enslave an entire city was an everyday thing to consider.

Holy shit. Holy fuck...

I stared down at my obedient tit slut, and for a moment, genuinely considered giving her the command. Only to see... It would be astonishing to watch her flex the absolute limit of her power and mentally dominate thousands at once. And thrilling to know that the woman behind such absolute control was currently giving me a titjob because she was mind-controlled herself by her own powers...

But, instead, I sighed, or was it a groan? Perhaps both since I was dragged back to the point of ejaculation. My white ropes filled the dark gap between her milk mounds and seeped through the shadow into the open air. Jizz splurged outwards, some even managing to nail her chin while the rest splatted about the juicy curves of her breasts.

This was easy.

Surprisingly easy.

Overconfidence proved to be my mother’s downfall, and as the most powerful being and head of the house, the moment she was defeated, everything beneath her came to their knees as well... This house now served as my personal little safe space, even if no one other than me understood it. But, if at any point, I want to spread this power outside of the house... clearly, I’m going to be in for a challenge.

Hey, one step at a time. It’ll be hard. And even Mom said that she got caught when she was in my position.

But the difference between the two of us is that I had the forethought to ask my mother for advice. So far, the advice was limited to essentially... don’t... though, perhaps I was tackling this the wrong way.

Instead of telling her what I would do and then having her find the flaw in my plan, I should ask her what SHE’D do if she were in my shoes with the knowledge she has now.

“Heal my dick,”

“Yes, Master,” Again, her body began to glow with her healing energy, with most of it being directed to her breasts.

I groaned as my cock shot back to life; I could feel its tip pressing against the flat wall of her inner chest as I leaned my crotch forward onto her. Both enlarged melon-sized tits yielded and squished against my weight while she continued her massage.

The next hour was spent with me giving up on the whole planning phase. That shit can be thought of later; honestly, with this formerly dominant figure submitted before me like this, all I could really care about is covering her with my jizz.

Which is what I did.

Literally.

Each time I reached ejaculation, I’d let loose between her tits. She’d restore me back to full mast; rinse and repeat. In no time flat, or maybe it took a while, I couldn’t say. The dark space between her tits was entirely drenched in spunk. Her soft lips were completely wrapped around the upper base of my cock. Her face was shoved down between her own tits as I had my hand pushing on the back of her head. Cum oozed out of every inch of cleavage she possessed while she bobbed on the dick that was fully submerged in her tit-flesh. When I pulled her head out of her cum-filled cleavage, causing her rack to jiggle pleasingly while lines of jizz and saliva stretched from her face to tits, I found her face covered in a messy splatter of sweat and spunk.

I commanded her to rip off her bra (which she did with a single finger dipped between her tits to effortlessly pull at the small piece of string between each bra cup), and her milk-gallon udders... er, I mean tits, sprung out to let their cum-coated sweat-glistening skin breath the musky-filled air. They clapped down against her toned chest, sagging subtly from their sheer juicy weight but at the same time appearing to present themselves without dipping to any noticeable degree. At this point, I was so used to creaming on the spot that the sound of her tits slapping against her chest alone was enough to make me spurt my seed all over her.

Five seconds later, my dick was fully charged, and I had my hands sunken deep in the yielding juicy flesh of her mounds as I gripped them and pulled each tit apart. What met my eyes was the flat chest that always hid behind her two sizable sacks; every inch of skin, fat juicy tit, and inner tit flesh was entirely soaked with my sticky spunk, and sticky lines desperately tried to keep either tit attached. It was to the point where my jizz actually trailed downwards to wash over her stomach.

After absorbing in the sight, I forced her udders back together with a CLAP and enjoyed the squelching sound that transpired from my copious loads of cum clashing against each other, something that caused, even more, to ooze out from her cleavage, be it under boob, side boob, overhead cleavage... where there was a line of shadow, white ropes of jizz was soon oozing out.

It didn’t stop there. For a span of time I couldn’t put a finger on, I had every once of her body covered in my spunk. Something that wasn’t an overstatement of any kind. Quite literally, every time I came, she’d restore my cock back to its pre-jizzing power. I had her wearing nothing but panties, panties that had just been filled with a literal pool of cum, which was now soaking her pussy after my eighth ejaculation into it. She played on the floor, arms spread and eyes staring directly to the ceiling; the expression on her face displayed no signs of existence, all while I used her as a literal cum sponge to soak up loads after loads.

Maybe it took an hour; maybe it was two, I couldn’t say. Frankly, I lost count of how many times I jizzed in the first place, all I can say is the sight of my fully matured and all-powerful mother.. didn’t look too inspiring. Her hourglass-shaped body was splayed out on the carpeted floor, looking like she wasn’t even a person, but a “thing”, a life-sized fuck/cum/sex doll that had been creamed on one too many times.

From head to toe, her entire body was covered in a literal coat of semen. That wasn’t even an over-exaggeration. Her open mouth was topped off with a white pool of cum that I had purposely jizzed in, to the point where the pool nearly overflowed past her lips.

Even though I hadn’t settled on a course of action, I did manage to visually cement her position as the new cum sponge of the family. She may have powers on the level of gods, but right now, she’s as mindless and lifeless as an object meant to satisfy my cock.

I could leave her like this... for the rest of the day.

Overnight.

All day tomorrow.

For the rest of her life...

Or I could order her to mind control everyone in the city, just to see what’d happen.

If I was a betting man, that would cause an instant downfall of my fun. From what she had informed me, taking control of literally everyone would be a fool’s errand, something easier said than done... but ignoring the people who were somehow immune, she could still enslave thousands of people at once.

All that power...

I squatted down and gave one of her cum covered nipples the hardest squeeze I could manage.

And she’s stuck like this...

It was hard not to chuckle at the literal pool of cum that had her mouth entirely filled.

“Ah well, this was fun,” I bounced up to my feet. “When I snap my fingers, you are going to get clothed and believe we had that discussion you wanted to have with me about what happened at school earlier.” Funny, she probably was going to tell me off and punish me for using my powers at school, knowing that I might have ended up grounded and left pissed off as my weekend would be left confined to school and my room. Oh, how the day has changed. “You won’t notice any of the cum on you. In fact, anytime there is cum in your mouth, you will instinctively swallow it without realizing it. Understand?”

“Gljuguggass, Ggglauuggleggjjg..” Mom uttered... something, in response. Her attempt to talk caused some of the seed to spill out the corner of her lips and trickle down her cheeks.

“Good,” I said and snapped my fingers.

Snap

Mom blinked.

Not just one time. More like, two to twenty times, somewhere around there. Her eyes had been splattered with spunk too, with some stuck in her lashes and gotten on her eyes herself; she had to blink more than a few times just to see clearly. With a soft groan, one that was muffled by the cum filled in her mouth, she shifted up to a sitting position. Not saying a word, she looked towards her clothes that had been thrown about, her lips closed shut, with cheeks ballooned out to keep the pool of cum contained. She wordlessly fitted herself back in the casual clothing she had worn. Only forgoing the bra since it had been broken apart.

I watched in silence as her cum soaked body glistened in the light as she literally bounced and jiggled her tits into place beneath her blouse, the sheer mass of her milk-filled melons pushed out against the top to show their clearly defined shape. Seed squished between her tits as she jiggled them into a comfortable position, in the same manner as they shifted along her legs and thighs as she rose up the tight jeans against her shapely bottom. The pants hugged and lined against her figure like a near second layer of skin, while it helped to press the cum against her to soak it in. Her butt bounced and wobbled as she had to jump in place to squeeze both cheeks around the waistline. Once it was in place (her panties still visible over her waist), she pulled on the zipper and closed it up.

Instantly her eyes blinked again, and a wash of consciousness visually returned to her irises. I could actually see the life and everything that made my mother, well... my mother, return to her.

The moment she was brought back to reality, I could see her brow furrow. She then created the loudest and most audible GULP I think I have ever heard, as she swallowed down the mouthful of cum that I had left her as a treat. My eyes watched the chode shift down her throat from the apparent bump that shifted downward. She opened her mouth, licked her lips a few times, and took another swallow, this one much quieter but still reasonably audible as she drank down the leftover cum that managed to stay in her mouth.

One more swallow later, and she appeared to be satisfied with herself; turning to me, she placed both hands on her hips in that typical authoritative manner she was used to washing over me as a form of intimidation.

“I’m glad we could have this little chat,” Mom said bluntly. “Be glad I am letting you off this ONE TIME,” her finger raised in tandem with her eyebrow, one that had a huge glob of cum stuck in it. “This isn’t something I’m going to let happen again.” I watched as her lips parted to speak her classic scolding; each word came out as a crisp drum, her lips created the softest wet parting sounds, she even created strings of spittle and cum each time her upper lip separated from her bottom one. “Young Man.” She said sharply. Clearly noticing my distracted gaze, “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?”

“Yes, Mom,” I said after a brief pause. It was a challenge to resist the urge to just fuck her some more and give another demeaning command.

“Good.” Mom’s face yielded and displayed a more soft look. “I do love you, Cody, remember that.” she stepped towards me; each shift of weight caused her braless tits to jiggle and jostle about widely while clapping against each other. “It’s just that... you honestly don’t understand how important that school is for you to be the best man you can be. And I won’t allow you to ruin your own life. I brought you into this world after all,” Her cum-stained lips shifted to a smirk, “And those powers of yours are actually mine, thank you very much. If you want to be selfish and fail school, you’ll have to talk that up with me.”

“S-Sure thing,” I stared directly at her tits that were only a few feet from my face; the messy cum-filled sight might have me cumming all over again. Of course, before which, I mentally commanded, Don’t see me looking at your fat fucking milk jostling gravity-defying chest udders.

And when Mom said, “Yes, Master,” without even realizing it, I knew it was safe to gawk openly.

Smiling to herself, she raised a hand to rustle my hair, but I quickly shifted to the side as I didn’t want any cum in my hair that I’d be forced to wash out later.

“Oh,” Mom retracted her hand, “Don’t want my affection?” Her lips retook a smirk, “Perhaps I should make you give me a hug,” She pondered.

Staring at her body... I got mixed signals. A hug from her would leave my face directly between two massive funbags. But, at the same time, it would cause me to press up against a body that literally reeked of cum from every angle.

Yeah, no.

Don’t do that.

“Hmm, decisions decisions decis-Yes, Master,” Her finger stopped tapping against the sizable sludge of cum on the lower edge of her bottom lip. “I suppose I’ll let you off with a warning this time. Now, are you hungry? I’m going to work on dinner.”

“Eh,” I shifted my eyes from her bouncing jugs to her round hips that swayed as she walked by me to the bedroom door. “Whatcha making?”

“Pasta,” She chimed and leaned herself against the door frame. “I bought the ingredients the other day, might as well make use of them.”

“Bleh,” I made a visual show of disgust, “I’m not eating that.”

“Pft,” She rolled her eyes and raised a brow at me, “Oh, you’ll eat it, young man. Whether it’s against your will or not is up to you. You’re going to eat healthy in my house.”

When I snap my fingers and give a command, whoever I am addressing will obey. Relay that command to everyone in the house.

“Yes, Master,” Mom said without realizing. And I’m assuming she also transferred that same command to her two daughters, though that couldn’t be seen as there was no noticeable visual cue. “Now,” she blinked back to reality, “I expect to see your eating face on, this pasta will—”

“Order pizza instead,” I said while snapping my fingers.

My mother’s face blanked out for a brief moment. “Yes..” she breathed before blinking a few times as her consciousness returned. “Actually, I’ll order pizza,” she licked her lips. “Don’t think this is a treat. Especially after the stunt, you pulled today.” She frowned while making it clear she hadn’t forgotten her son’s past antics, “But I’m not in the mood to cook, and I’m not going to restrict myself just to punish you. I’ll order a normal pepperoni, nothing fancy.”

Snap

“Order the best pizza they got, fill it with toppings.”

Mom blinked and mumbled, “Yes..” She then shook her head and said. “Oh, and give your sister her keys. You shouldn’t be hogging them. I won’t ask you again.” With that said, she turned and walked out of my room.

I smiled.

But then something caught my attention through the corner of my eye.

Oh yeah. My wall had been smashed open...

I forgot about that.

And Mom had ignored that since I had her not notice any oddities.

Ah well, I guess I’ll have to deal with that...

...later, I’ll deal with that later. Right now, I need to work on my game plan in tackling school. It would be far easier to take the W and enjoy life with my mind-controlled, all-powerful, obliviously mindless mommy slave. But, at the same time, I could have so much more fun with other women who also happen to be packing powerful abilities.

Mom isn’t the only one with powers that rival gods. Just check out any of the teachers at my school, and there’s a ton of potential powers to be added into my little growing collection...