The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Now this is the life!

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My dick was being hugged by a nice, warm, and wet embrace. An embrace that coated and pulsed jolts of lust around my cock, with muscles and strength that could crack cement being used in a more.. satisfying manner. The asscheeks my fingers were sinking into due to my firm grasp were rippling like a storm across the ocean as my crotch was pleasured and bucked under the meaty cushions of her plump butt.

With closed eyes, I leaned forward, letting the side of my face and cheek press against the flat, slim, and toned back of my mother. She had her top and bra back on, only so that I could wrap my arms around her and lean up close while she was on my lap without getting my own cum on me, as currently, my mother is drenched in seed. It’s still mind-boggling. The head of the house, the breadwinner, the matriarch... all former titles that would apply to this mighty woman right here. A woman who failed to realize how much she’s fallen, how all that control, all that power she wields matters nothing when she is a slave to her own spell.

The fact that I’m fucking her pussy without an ounce of her permission is a testament to just how far she has fallen. Permission is no longer needed from the woman who calls the shots. As long as she remains a slave of her own making, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want; and if she has an issue with anything...

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Well.

All it would take is a command to put her back in her place.

Such as now.

I continued to press my cheek against the back woman who could halt a moving train with a single finger. So powerful. So obedient. So mindless. So perfect. My hand inched up from gripping into that plump rump bouncing on my cock, and I took a firm solid grasp of her tits over the blouse. Those hungering fingers, freed from one squishy ass, now dug into the doughy milk bags that could feed a village. My thumb, finding where the nipple on her right breast was presumed to be, pinched down, only to be hindered by the woman’s bra.

Right... I had her put her top back on.

Fuck that.

My right hand shifted abruptly and without hesitation, going down then up the bottom of her shirt. Ignoring the material in the way I squashed her tits, nipple and all, right into my hungering palm, feeling her huge boobflesh as it spilled between my fingers like milky dough.

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Her ass slapped down on my waist with such intensity and force that a shockwave of sound rippled out from us; the impact caused a gust of wind that sent the blinds on the window above the couch to wave violently. Or, truthfully, that could have just been my imagination. All this lust, all of this sexual relief, and unrestricted control is making me a bit...

“A-Ah~!” I groaned, my hips bucked. My hand, still clasped tightly around her breast, gave the soft mound a good squeeze twice as intense as before. By this point, her boobs were bags of fat and milk existing entirely to be used and abused for my personal pleasure. “Fuck...mmmnhh...s-so good...”

It was an intoxicating sensation through and through. Like a starved man gifted a never-ending buffet, I had no intention of stopping this rampage of lust anytime soon. This is the situation where Mom should be the adult in the room, the one in control, and order me to stop indulging in such ludicrous behavior.

But

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The woman of the house gazed straight ahead, her eyes a cloudy mist, an expression void of anything but empty neutrality. Not a single thought lay on her mind, other than, of course, bouncing her fat ass on the lap of her son, fucking his dick until ordered to do anything else. Any on-looker would imagine, rightly so, that she didn’t even understand what was going on. Her awareness, personality, and very being were washed behind the flat face of emptiness on her beautiful features, the glossy tint to her eyes preventing any form of understanding from sliding into her mind. As the meaty clap of her asscheeks echoed about Thea’s bedroom, the sounds her own rear made and wet juices terminating from her pussy evidently weren’t enough to trigger any ounce of recognition through her ears. Mom was just a doll, through and through. One who currently existed solely to cater to her child’s whims. The tool used to birth him, being abused and fucked by the own dick she created.

As Mom gazed ahead, bouncing rhythmically on my lap, her natural weight ever so arousing with each rippled from her rear and shift of her pussy, my left hand gave her ass a firm, resounding... SMACK

Yeah, I probably should stop this. Mom is her own person, she pays the bills and probably has a lot of responsibilities that I’m blissfully unaware of. Spending the rest of the day fucking her senseless just wasn’t responsible no matter how it’s spun. But my cock was too busy being massaged by her tight walls and slick juices to give a damn. I spent the entire school day having to keep a low profile, listen to all those in authority over me, and just live life as if I’m not the king of this empire that is Mom’s house. It’s dangerous out there and far too stressful; who knows what could happen with all those with gifted abilities running around?

But at home, being this close to Mom. I feel fucking invincible.

So I have been fucking Mom’s beautiful pussy for a hot minute. Changing positions as I get bored of one. As instructed, her healing ability has been running ively, and I’ve felt the effects; no matter how long I fuck, or how much cum is shot out, I’m still revving for another round and a whole new position. I do fully plan to fuck every hole on this bitches body. Or at least try. Today her pussy is on the market, and I went from doggy style on the floor to against Thea’s desk, and now Mom’s bouncing right on my cock. This might be my favorite position so far. Something about this full-grown woman, her weight feeling all imposing, yet her figure is as fit and healthy as can be, sitting, no bouncing on my lap was surreal. Those thighs, that ass, her entire body was capable of lifting the entire town off its foundation, probably even the city; she can control thousands with a mere thought, and here she is sitting on my lap. I the days when I was sitting on her lap, Mommy reading me a book, her boobs made the perfect backrest to lean my head against. Years later, the roles worked pretty well in reverse. And her figure is all kinds of sublime, she has a waist and figure as slim as a supermodel with all that fatness settling where it matters, one of which being that bubbly bodacious buttocks quaking across my lap with each bounce.

As nice as this position was, though. I do want to try putting her up against the window and fuck her there. I’ll have to take her clothes off again for that one. Just so that her huge udders can mash up against the glass, with her sweaty figure nice and glazed, she may even leave a misty impression of her tits up against the glass. Maybe I’ll have her aware, moaning like a bitch in heat, in love with her son’s dick. Her thick and femininely mature voice praising me as her womb gets pumped full with her spawn’s seed. But I should be enjoying the here and now; fucking her like she’s a cock-sleve, a sex doll, a literal mindless puppet. I’m sure she doesn’t even have a single thought in her mind, other than, ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’

My fingers sunk deeper into the flesh of her breast as if her tit-flesh was a dough ready for molding, and my free hand went from her ass up to her slim waist, then further to her hair. With the woman still bouncing, my hand took a solid grasp of the golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders. My fingers ran through the soft locks, and with a firm grip, I pulled her back. My mouth moved up from where it was previously against her back, up to her neck, and pulling her head back, I was able to breathe hot air against her ear.

“Say, mommy,” I muttered, voice hushed and lustful, “Are you enjoying this?”

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Even with her head pulled back, the head of the house continued to work her hips up and down, pussy far too used to sliding over its creation’s cock.

Nothing escaped her lips.

Of course. She’s a mindless husk, a doll of meat and mindless obedience, why would she respond?

Yet, I know she can hear me.

“Say yes,” I whispered. Mom obediently bounced on my cock. The grip I held on her hair tightened, and I focused my fingers on pinching over her nipple, squeezing hard and with focus, pinching till her nub was harder than my cock. faster, and my grip on her hair tightened. “Say, Mommy is enjoying this.”

“Yes,” She finally said, the word escaping her mouth as a simple and automatic response, “Mommy is enjoying this.”

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My heart pounded. The way she responded to my order... It was amazing. There was no tone to her voice. It was as if I just pressed the button on a machine to hear its answer, a single, automatic response that is the programmed default. She isn’t supposed to enjoy this. She doesn’t even realize it. She doesn’t realize anything. She isn’t a person, she’s a thing, a doll, a husk of obedience.

“Of course you are,” I told her, “You’re a mindless bitch, after all,”

She nodded. Well, she didn’t do anything. I nodded her head for her. She’s really a mindless husk, and the ability to nod on her own whim is out of the question. I just pulled on her hair up and down, and the doll’s head moved in turn, simulating a nod as she continued to gaze directly ahead, without a shred of awareness of her features. All while her hips still obediently jumped on my lap.

I grunted, “F-Fuck...” My whole hand groped her full tit yet again, making my palm feel miniature against the massive mass of her rack as I felt another rush of relief coming my way.

There’s no point in warning her, dolls don’t need to be prepared for being filled to the brim with jizz. Mom doesn’t even know what’s happening right now; she sure as hell won’t mind being cummed in for the fourth time today.

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And with a final jump, her plump ass was slammed down on my lap, and the tip of my cock kissed the entrance to her womb. My fingers dug into her breast and waist, and I held the woman down, making sure her hips didn’t budge, and her pussy remained at the base of my balls, ready to take its next load.

“G-g-gah! F-Fuck...!” I moaned.

I could feel the rush of semen being unloaded inside her. Each pump of the white, sticky substance made her womb bloat and her stomach inflated due to the amount of cum seeming never-ending thanks to her own power, making my baby-batter utterly endless. As my cock continued to shoot out thick ropes of jizz into her creation chamber, the doll’s remained misty-eyed, and her body limp and with her no longer bouncing, she might as well be a statue, a thing with no thoughts, just a receptacle to my desires and the cum of its son.

“U-Up,” I commanded, as the orgasm came to a momentary pause, and my grip around Mom loosened, the husk of a Milf’s asscheeks lifted off my crotch, and my cock was freed from its tight prison, though with her healing still active, a rush of semen was expelled out from my dick like a geyser. It flew up, hitting her back and even some of her hair, before gravity had the thick and gooey substance return down to earth, some of which had flown over her shoulders, landing directly into her massive cleavage. Just like my cock, Mom’s pussy continued to squirt the semen out as she was now standing, a stream of white rushing out her snatch down her thick thighs and onto the carpeted floor, Thea’s room might be permanently stained with the musk of cum at this point.

With a sigh, I dropped back onto Thea’s bed, gazing up at the ceiling. I felt relaxed and in control, not even the slightest bit worn out or tired. Thanks to Mommy over here, I could be a sexual machine, fucking and fucking from dusk to dawn. And maybe that’s what I’ll do...

I lay there, my dick still shooting out jizz into the air, all of which collided against Mom as she stood there at attention, a literal statue, only blinking and breathing subtly, her chest rising and falling as she was merely a receptacle for my flying semen.

After everything I had to put up with for eighteen fucking years. This is what I call...

Karma.

That might be what this all is.

A healthy dose of Karma.

Kamila couldn’t shake that thought as she entered the Young household. She obviously had her doubts about what Thea had been claiming. Cody controlling that woman is less believable than the existence of Santa Claus. And yet, even with that in mind, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that even if that were true, it would be a form of karma, all things considered.

She’s been through these halls enough to be better acquainted with them than she is at her own home. It’s a relatively normal house, granted, on the larger side with a pool in the backyard, but compared to the literal mansion her family owns, this is a home that helped her feel more normal. Growing up with parents too rich to care much about anything, even their own daughter (choosing to rather pay someone to look after her than do so themselves) part of her grew to resent having so much money. It was nice not having any kind of financial issues, but she’d trade that off in a heartbeat if it meant actually having parents around or even a sibling.

That’s really what she has always wanted. A sibling of some kind. Someone to help grow up with, someone that she can take care of. It’s the real reason why she takes up babysitting on the side; it’s not like she needed the money. A little brother or sister would make her life all the more interesting; and that mansion would feel more alive.

Activating her invisibility from head to toe, she looked through the house, quickly picking up a faint sound in the distance.

Yes. She always just wanted a sibling.

It’s one reason why she liked messing with Cody so much and calling him Lil Bro. He was younger than her, cute, and his ability was practically unusable. The perfect set of criteria for a younger sibling for her: weak so he can be protected, cute, a major factor for a sibling, and younger than her. At least, that’s what she gathered from the shows, books, and forms of media she covered with younger siblings. She’d always take notes of segments in stories where a character would have a cute sibling and use them to apply to her life. In shows the older sibling usually teases their younger one a lot, and so she’d do that often with Cody, pranking him, messing around here and there, overall just being a tease. But it’s all in good fun; she wouldn’t do anything major that would actively hurt him, something that annoyed her with Thea.

Thea’s lucky, she has two younger siblings, yet she doesn’t do it right. She’s supposed to tease them but not too much. They’re supposed to look up to her as an older sibling, and she’s supposed to look after them, protect them.

But who is she to judge?

It’s not like she would make a better sister.

Kamila basically grew up visiting this house; the moment she met Cody, she knew he was little brother material. She pranked him left and right, making doors invisible so he’d run into them. Make food invisible on his plate right as he was about to eat. She’d hide his shoes or slip an invisible bikini magazine into his bag, letting her power wear off at the most embarrassing moments. When she discovered his affinity for boobs, she even made her bra invisible and left it on his bed to really mess with his head.

She’s been doing stuff like this since she first met him. She didn’t see the harm; he’d always be fine, and it was all harmless fun. Unlike Thea, she never did anything to actively hurt him. And his frustrated reactions would always be absolutely worth it, he’s adorable. She definitely has a younger brother complex, all without having a sibling of her own.

And yet. Thinking back, she’s come to realize that this amusement of hers might’ve been one-sided. Most certainly recently when she pranked him by making his pants invisible and taking those photos. Obviously she wouldn’t post them online, it was a joke she wouldn’t cross that line. But he didn’t know that, he didn’t know she had no ill will. To him, she’s just another bully, calling him her ‘’lil bro’’ while messing with him every other day.

It didn’t help that she became very skilled at her teasing poker face. She isn’t about to just tell him that she thinks he’s adorable and she’d adopt him as her own little brother in a heartbeat. She doesn’t let anyone know that she has an older sister or motherly complex for people she cares about. It would spoil the fun. She keeps everything hidden, only making herself look worse.

Maybe she deserves some karma, too...

As she walked through the living room, ing by the kitchen, and standing at the feet of the staircase, she heard some wet meaty slapping sounds in the distance getting louder.

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!”

“The hell?” She whispered.

Kamila knows Cody is a pervert. He’s had a few moments where he was caught jacking off. Even teased him; it’s cute seeing her little brother’s figure growing up, and very enjoyable poking fun at his expense.

If what Thea saw was true...

Her left foot moved to the first step of the staircase leading up. Before proceeding, she shifted a hand down to her pocket, more specifically the invisible gift she had hooked onto the left buckle of her skinny jeans.

She fucked up. She took things too far. And teased him more than she should have. This gift was supposed to be her way of apologizing while still keeping up her uncaring poker-faced facade. But now might not be the best time.

Kamila continued up the stairs.

The wet smacking sounds were getting louder. Moans echoed from the upstairs hall.

‘Shit, this isn’t good..’

She was only here to check out Thea’s claim; not to do anything herself. She just had to make sure that woman was really under his control. And if so.

Fuck. Maybe this is what they get.

They’ve been... pretty much douchebags towards Cody, and this was his response. It wasn’t like she could blame him. If anything, she could empathize. If she viewed him as a little brother, she should’ve learned to better balance her teasing with actually being a good sister-like figure.

This might just be their karma.

She continued up the stairs, following the sounds as they grew closer with every step. It was wet, meaty, and rhythmic, slapping. Moans and grunts, the squeaking of a bed. It was obvious what was going on in there. She’s old enough to know from the sounds alone.

Thea was right.

Down near the end of the hall was a door. The moaning, the heavy, wet spanks, and the obvious voice of Cody were clearly coming from behind those walls. All while the door itself was left wide open, having no shame in the world. Someone was obviously completely uncaring whether he was heard. Why would he? If he has controlled his own mother to have sex with him, why would he be worried about anything? That woman can control the entire city single-handedly. With her under his control, he’s practically unstoppable.

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!”

‘’The hell...” Kamila muttered within her thoughts, legs stopping on their own at the top of the stairs. Did she really want to press forward? Should her eyes see for themselves?

The rhythmic slapping was as obvious as could be. There isn’t any doubt in her mind. He was going to pound town there...

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And there were no signs of stopping.

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!”

Right, so she wasn’t hearing things. That voice, that was undoubtedly that of Ms. Young. Even so, it’s hard to believe such a mature, powerful, and self-respecting woman would ever utter such words in that manner.

“M-Mommy... I love your tits...”

Kamila couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. He really was a pervert. That’s not anything new. But this mother angle is something she hadn’t expected. Usually, she just catches him looking at her boobs. She’d just tease him and whatnot because, secretly, she didn’t particularly mind. He was cute when he got caught peeping, and there’s no harm in it, especially when it gives her an excuse to toy with him. It’s not like she isn’t perverted herself...

But this ‘’Mommy’’ thing he has going on in there. That was shocking. His own mother?

Kamila found her feet moving closer to the doorway without her mind even ing that she was starting to move.

‘Does he have a sister complex, too?’

Biting her bottom lip, Kamila walked down the hall, making a stop at the door. Standing directly in the doorway, left wide open, allowing her a full view of the inside, her eyes widened.

And what she saw was, well... shocking.

There Cody was, butt naked, and balls deep inside of his own mother. His hands were on her hips as he was pulling and pushing the woman whose power was so vast it couldn’t be measured. She was laying on the floor face first in a literal puddle of white semen, using her like a sex toy, her legs bent, hips jutting her ass up, her boobs stained and covered with white, her mouth wide open half smothered by the puddle of cum, her eyes were completely devoid of anything. She looked like an utter slut.

“Let b-b-blow-b-ob slutb-ommy bb-blbb-blb...” The woman chanted robotically into that thick puddle of jizz, her thick, lush lips half submerged, muffling the majority of her words and making them bubble from the semen.

Kamila watched as Cody continued to thrust and fuck the woman’s womb with no sign of restraint. Even though she expected some perverted show, Thea couldn’t help but stand there, her mouth agape like Ms. Young’s own, her eyes locked on the sight of a teenage boy, her friend’s brother, fucking his own mommy onto the floor. It was like she was little more than a sack of potatoes, repeating the same chant despite the majority of her words failing to even be audible. Not the head of this house, not the woman whose power is scarcely contested, just a mindless doll.

Many thoughts ran through her mind, none of them settling with any hold. She didn’t know what to think, she didn’t know what to do. All she did was stand there, watching as Ms. Young was fucked senseless. Even though the invisible scruffy-haired redhead had expected and anticipated some sexual activity after hearing the blatant warnings coming from the bedroom, actually seeing it take place in front of her...

It felt like her mind was turned off. She was there, yet not truly present, like a machine. And the only thing that kept her from moving on was her eyes, locked on the sight of the teen’s dick plunging in and out of his mother. It was rhythmic, hypnotic, and truly flabbergasting. So much so that Kamila found herself simply standing there, the entire time her mouth was agape, her tongue lolled out, and her breathing slow. Sometimes people see things they truly have no idea how to react to. She didn’t shout, or make herself known. She didn’t turn and ran back down the stairs, head outside. She didn’t do... anything.

This was all too much for the girl to process. From an outsider looking in, it may look odd. But fortunately, no one could see her. She couldn’t even see herself. Perhaps if she had, she’d be able to realize she was just standing there like an idiot, mouth open, breathing in the thick scent of cum and sex permeating through the air.

But Kamila simply couldn’t think; the gears in her brain spun in an endless cycle, trying to process everything but failing, ultimately leaving her in a shocked stupor. She breathed, blinked, and didn’t make a single noise.

All she did was watch.

And watch..

And watch...

After some time, and with a muffled satisfied grunt, Cody gripped his fingers into the squishy rear flesh of his mother’s ass cheeks. He pulled out, his cock coated in a mixture of white fluids and slick pussy juice. His dick twitched, the thick tip oozing the remnants of his load down onto his mother’s shapely and rounded rear. Beneath her presented posterior, a thick pool of jizz was visible, the result of the many loads shot onto the woman’s womb trickling down, some making a path across her thick thighs, others taking the short path through the air onto the stained carpet.

“F-Fuck...” He gasped, his chest heaving, and his heart racing. He took a step back, and fell down onto Thea’s bed. “Ah... okay, let’s go for some more. Heal me up!” The dick between his legs twitched as the last of his seed splattered out.

“Yes, Master.” Ms. Young droned. She slowly raised her body from the floor, using her powerful arms to pull herself up, her thick, sticky, and coated boobs dangling from her chest as she stood. Her face was a complete mess; her eyes were dull and empty, her mouth wide open, and semen leaking out from her and dripping down from her lips. With a single finger raised, a bright flash of light erupted through the room, shining on the teen and instantly, within seconds, the boy’s cock was at full mast.

Glancing down, a clear grin ran across Cody’s face. It was clear as day; he was ready to fuck once again. “Nice! Now, go lean against the desk over there. I’m fucking you doggy style.” He gestured towards the wooden furniture near the wall.

“Yes, Master. Blowjob Slut Mommy will do doggy style.” Without saying a word, Cody’s mother turned around and headed towards the desk. Her legs moved, her ass cheeks shaking, and the excess cum dribbling down her legs, falling from her thighs and splattering across the carpet.

Watching the older woman obediently make her way across the room, the teen leaned back on the bed. He glanced to his right, eyes drifting towards the open doorway. Kamila blinked, and it was like a light switch was flipped on in her brain. The gears were once again turning, and her brain began functioning again. He was looking right at her.

Cody looked directly at her for a second and then returned his gaze to his mother, who was currently bending her knees, resting her palms against the surface of the desk, and arching her ass up, her plump cheeks and glistening pussy lips both partially visible and hidden by those massive ass cheeks of hers.

Kamila finally closed her lips and swallowed, her throat dry.

‘Right. He was looking through me. Not at me.’

“Alright,” He sighed and pushed himself up to his feet, clapping both hands together. “Let’s go for round two!” Before approaching his mother, Cody made a point to step across the floor, heading right in the direction of the doorway where Kamila was still standing. He was going to close the door.

The invisible girl knew she couldn’t just stand there. She had to do something and do it quickly; standing in place, mouth agape like an idiot, seeing sex for the first time would only end with her getting caught. Instinctively and without thinking, she took a step forward and to the side, narrowly avoiding his hand as it brushed through the air a few inches below her chest. She found herself holding her breath, hoping that would make her boobs flatter as she stepped further away to avoid while he closed the door with a loud THUMP

Cody then walked over to the presented ass of his mother, his invisible observer watching in silence. She still didn’t know what to do; she came to get proof that Thea hadn’t been lying. She has gotten the proof and then some. Why is she still here? Why is she just... watching? It’s not like she can stop him, not if Ms. Young is under his control.

“Oh, and Mom. Your mindless chants are fun and all. But until I cum again, I want you to wake up and act normal, okay? Don’t do anything to stop me though. Then you can return to being my mindless and slutty little whore.” He said, approaching the woman’s plump butt and giving her right cheek a hard slap. “Got it? Bitch.”

In a flash, at the tune of her own jiggling rump, recoiling from the sudden wack, the woman’s eyes returned to their original shade and brightness, her voice losing that mindless inflection. “W-Whuh...” Ms. Young blinked, her expression changing as she realized the state of her current position. “What are you...oh dear god!” She gasped, her body shivering, her skin crawling. “Y-You can’t- we can’t do this! I’m your mother! Y-You’re-you’re a—”

“That’s the spirit!” Cody laughed, lining his cock up with his mother’s snatch, diving deep through the crevasse of her asscheeks. “Glad to see you awake again, Mom.”

Ms. Young bit her bottom lip before gritting her teeth. Her hands grasping at the edge of the desk, there was a CRACK as she effortlessly broke into the wooden surface with only her fingers, “CODY! WILLIAM! YOUNG!” She shouted, with her hips quivering and her toes curling. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? STOP THIS INSTANT!”

“Oh, I see how it is.” His dick teased the entrance of her cunt, her juices and his own semen coating the head of his penis. “We’re using full names.”

“Cody...” She spoke with a hushed growl. “If you don’t stop, I’ll- AHH~!”

Without warning, he pushed his way into his mother’s warm cunt. There was no gentleness, no foreplay. Just the sudden and abrupt thrusting, burying himself to the base inside the adult woman, silencing her protests and replacing those fruitless words with her own breathy moans.

Seeing that first hand, such a disregard towards her authority... such crude and raw penetration, Kamila felt her own lips part again, mimicking the same openness of the moaning Omega-Level woman. Just as Ms. Young’s thick and mature voice moned into the air, Kamila could feel the soft weight of her own breath as she breathed through her open mouth. Her chest rising and falling, she licked her lips. Without even thinking, her feet took a few steps forward. A part of her wondered why she was still here, while the rest still couldn’t settle on just what to think.

Again, she licked her lips if the light could touch her skin, the surface of her bottom lip would be seen with a faint glisten.

“Oh, F-Fuck~” Cody groaned, his cock twitching inside his mother’s tightness.

“C-C-C-C-C...” The woman moaned, trying to utter her son’s name. Her tongue lulled out, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mind fading from its previous thoughts as lust pushed aside all ounces of reason.

“W-Wow’h Mom..!” The teen panted as the Milf’s ass shook and pounded against his crotch. “Fading away already? I thought you’d have more fight than that!”

That smirk on his face...

He was clearly enjoying this.

Kamila took a step closer.

In response to his taunts, Ms. Young’s eyes blinked open, her tongue returning back within her mouth. The woman’s sense of self and pride had come flooding back. Her face twisted, and her teeth gritted; her hands gripped the table’s surface so hard the wood began to snap. With a growl, she turned her head to glare back at her son, her hair falling and her eyes glowing a brilliant blue. “CODY, IF YOU DO NOT—”

“Oh, yeah! I-I’m cumming!” His hips moved harder, pounding into the woman’s pussy. “Keep yelling, Mom! Your voice is so fucking hot when you’re mad!”

“Y-Young Man!” Ms. Young’s face flushed red, her cheeks turning a dark crimson, with her teeth gritting hard enough to snap titanium in two. If her bones weren’t as strong as her muscles, they would’ve shattered by now. “DON’T YOU DARE—”

“Here it comes!” The boy gasped, his toes curling as his balls slapped against his mother’s cunt. “Mommy! C-Cum with meeee!”

With a moan, the teen shoved his cock deep into Ms. Young, the thick and lengthy appendage twitching as it pumped her womb full of his semen. At the same time, the woman’s eyes crossed, and her tongue flopped out of her mouth as fat lips parted open letting out a heavy gasp. “Y-You’re...”

Kamila moved closer, her eyes looking on in amazement at how Ms. Young managed to keep herself from cumming.

Blinking again, uncrossing her eyes and resisting anything but keeping her composed, Ms. Young slowly turned her head back, “You.. you have crossed a line.... Y-You’re.. you’re not just going to be... grounded... young man. You’re—”

Cody, dick still firmly lodged up her snatch, and unleashing a heavy white sticky stream into her womb, raised a hand and delivered it downwards into a heavy smack on her rump. “I said cum, bitch!”

With her mouth open, literally about to continue her verbal protest, the syllables primed for release and everything; the second she heard the word bitch, all signs of her resistance melted away. She came. Her body was no longer under her own control as an orgasm wracked her body. Her eyes crossed again, her tongue drooping out as she gave off the look of a porn star more than the powerful Gifted who can command a legion into obedience by a mere thought.

Just watching this all unfold, Kamila stood, her mouth still open, taking in the sight. Why was she so... ive? Useless...? Jawstuck...

Gulping down nothing and giving her lips another lick, Kamila took a step to the side, giving her a side-angle view of the audacity proceeding before her. That woman was the definition of feminine beauty, power, and authority. And all of that was being fucked without ambition, her own protests being interrupted by moans of lust and the meaty slapping of her own ass.

It was... a lot to take in. Yes.

But to the point that she’s just... standing here? An invisible onlooker, watching her friend’s brother enjoying revenge sex on his own mother? She could do something, maybe attack, she’d have the element of surprise, and while she isn’t notably strong, he isn’t either. With hanging out with Thea so much, she’s learned a thing or two about fighting. She’s sure as hell able to take him on, especially if she has the benefit of the unexpected.

So... why hasn’t she attacked him?

Is it because of Ms. Young? He obviously has some control over her, and she’s seen the extent of THAT woman’s power before. If he commands her to enslave the entire neighborhood, it would happen in the span of a second. It would be best for her to jump him before he can manage to give her a command like that, and he’s so clearly distracted here, in the middle of cumming his brains out.

And yet...

Why is she still... just...

Watching...?

“F-Fuck..!” Cody moaned, his hips slowing down. “That was nice... right Mom?”

“Mmmh..” The woman groaned, her voice entirely muffled by the ridiculous positioning of her face. With her breasts squishing up against the flat surface of the table, her face was fully submerged in sticky cum-stained cleavage. Whatever she was saying went completely unheard, her own tits serving as a milky buffer.

The boy’s teeth flashed in a bright grin, “Huh? You want to keep fucking? Me too!”

“Hhmmm-ounded...” Ms. Young, managing to pull her face free from the dark crevasse between both jugs, spoke with a line of drool, (or cum?) connecting her bottom lip to her cleavage, “You’h...you’rh... yurh...grounded...! Y-You’re... grounded, young man... do you hear me? You—”

“God you’re voice is so fucking sexy!” Cody interrupted, raising his hand and delivering a loud slap down on his mother’s ass, “I wanna fuck you again! Let’s go, heal this dick up!” His hips picked up the pace once again, his cock pushing deep within the woman’s snatch, pumping and slapping along the inner walls of her cunt.

“I...” Ms. Young began, but words meant nothing when he was keen to interrupt her anyway. SLLAPP “F-Fu-ahh~!”

Cody’s hand-delivered a wack against her rear again, and the sound of her thick, voluptuous ass bouncing against his pelvis resounded through the room. “Don’t make me use the trigger every time I need you to be a good obedient bitch!”

“I...’ham....”

The wet sound of his cock slopping through the juicy, creamy cunt was viscously clear, it made Kamila swallow again, her throat feeling dry. “Ham? Mom, you sound so fucking stupid! Heal up this dick already, I’m gonna cum some more all in you!”

“I...am...” Mom muttered, her eyes growing clear through the fucking and loud claps of her ass. Her lips formed words with that thick string of cum or drool still dripping down between her tits, “A-Am not you’re...” Taking a pause, she wiped her lips with the back of a hand, and slammed that same hand down upon the desk, leaving a clear hand-shaped indented crack in the firm wood. “I AM NOT YOUR BATTERY YOUNG MAN! GET OUT OF ME RIGHT N—”

“Heal up my dick, and cum while you do.” He said still, pounding her.

“A-Are you listening to me?!” It was clear that her words truly didn’t matter. Such a juxtaposition from someone who can usher complete obedience, her words literally law...

Now can’t even finish a damn sentence as Cody casually said, “Cunt.” while giving her ass another hard...

SLAP

Holding back the urge to moan, as her ass cheeks jiggled from the impact, she gritted her teeth and glared at him, “T-This..is ENOUGH!” Her face flushed a deep red. “I am NOT your personal batt...batter-b..b..b..bat..” Fluttering her eyelids, the woman’s eye’s glossed over and crossed, her tongue once again flapped out as she gazed upwards, her fat ass and round waist thrusting back against her son’s spent cock grinding inside her as her pussy began to emanate a harsh glow.

Kamila found herself moving closer and then dropping to her ankles to get a better view of herself.

“Oh, that’s the stuff!” He grinned.

“Batter...bat..batter...ee.....yhaaaaahhhhhhhh~!!!!!” With her ass thrust back against his hips, the woman came. Hard. As if her body was forced into an orgasm. Her pussy glowed like a lamp, her juices squirting out around the boy’s cock, the excess flowing freely from her quivering cunt. Moaning more into the air, her head gave out, and she dropped back down, bouncing within her own cleavage, her moans becoming muffled.

Ms. Young’s healing light channeled through her sex, blasting outwards a beam of energy that washed over the used dick. It was quick, only a few seconds of pure radiant heat, and then his penis was once again hard and ready, growing to full mast, inside the woman who had protested against the fucking.

‘No way...’ Kamila looked up, her thoughts racing, ‘She said it herself.. she’s just...’

“You were saying?” Cody asked, his tone casual as his thrusts picked up. “You’re getting a little quiet there, Mom.”

‘A battery...’

Ms. Young responded with a murmur; it takes more than a sudden orgasm to bring such a powerhouse to unconsciousness. The murmurs became audible as her face was slowly freed from her cleavage. Her jaw hung open, lips coated in drool, her tongue still out. “Y-You’re... g-grounded... hear.. m-me? I..I...m...” Closing her eyes, the woman’s voice halted for a brief moment before her entire body erupted in a bright, radiant glow without warning.

Kamila instinctively shifted back on the carpet, her feet stepping into one of the thick puddles of jizz that had been left from their previous fucking on the floor. Even Cody paused his steady thrusting, the ass he was gripping into like a squishy cake glowed with the rest of her; the woman’s hourglass form was that of an entirely white silhouette for a brief moment in time.

And just as quickly, her head bolted up; any ounce of exhaustion or fatigue was washed away, and the glow faded from her skin. Ms. Young’s eyes no longer were a cross, or even hazy. They were alert, and bright, the bright blue shade of her irises was more noticeable than ever. It looked like the will to fight back against her son’s audacious and outrageous actions were renewed.

This was all so much.... too much... to take in.

Kamila has always been an observer. It might go in hand with her ability to stay unnoticed in situations. She can see things she shouldn’t see. Be places she shouldn’t be. Watching, reading, gazing with her eyes, and soaking in information is what she does. Usually being entertainment of some sort, she loves watching movies, reading books, and just looking at things in general.

It’s ironic.

In the stories she reads. Where a character walks into something unexpecting, surprising, or somewhere in between. She’s always been critical of how the characters just don’t use their time meaningfully. Just run. Or attack while you have the chance. Do something, don’t just stand there! It’s frustrating how characters just seem stupid at times. Do this, do that. It’s so easy to see the proper actions to take.

And yet, here she is, that idiot who she often judges in stories. She’s here, too shocked to think straight or do anything. It’s like a character who walks in on trouble and just stands there and gasps, getting hit by whatever laser, bullet, mind control beam, freeze ray, or whatever fictional attack is at play. It was always so annoying to see characters not move.

But now that she’s in a situation like that herself. It feels more complicated. Looking on, it’s always easy to say what someone should do, or what could have been done. But actually, being here, being that character.... it’s different. She doesn’t know what to do.

“This has gone on for far too long, young man!” Ms. Young spoke, her voice carrying a booming level of authority to it. She wasn’t the slightest bit fatigued anymore by what happened previously. “You’re going to pay dearly for the consequences of your actions. If you do not...”

“Mom, I’m cumming, so shut the fuck up and be mindless until I’m finished.” Cody ordered.

“EXCUSE ME!?” Ms. Young gasped at the sheer audacity on display, all while he continued to leave his erect member inside her sex. “Like hell I’m—”

“Bitch.” He interrupted, then resumed thrusting up against her bubbly buttocks.

And just like that, the powerful woman was silenced. Her pillowy lips closed in a shut flat line; her body went rigid, and her eyes glazed over. She didn’t utter a single word, she just stood there, leaving the room in silence save for the CLAP CLAP CLAP of her ass, the same stupid uncaring dull emotionless look on her face as before.

Kamila watched on, her breath hitched and her hands resting upon the carpet. The boy kept on thrusting, his cock pounding harder and faster.

CLAP CLAP

CLAP PLAP

With his fingers squeezing the plush flesh of his mom’s rump, the teen slammed his cock into her tight snatch. His teeth grit and his legs tense, he held himself deep inside her cunt.

CLAP CLAP

Grunting, the teen shot his hips forward, his balls slapping against the woman’s inner thighs as he let loose his latest load.

CLAP

PLAP

“Gah... fuck...” He breathed out, the sound of his cumshot echoing through Thea’s bedroom. “That’s nice...”

Ms. Young just remained in place, leaning over the desk, her eyes still dull, her expression lifeless. Her body shook, ass jiggling against his crotch and tits sloshing like jello held atop the table. The woman was being used as a doll, but she remained in her mindless position, her hips still firmly pushed against his cock.

“Okay... mmmhmfff... I miss your sexy voice. Go back to normal again. Bitch.”

“W-Wha...?”

Kamila watched as Ms. Young’s eyes cleared up, and her mouth opened, the woman’s eyes fluttered, “C-CODY! I SWEAR! You’re going to be PUNISHED, young man!” She said, her voice while resounding with authority that should command direct obedience did nothing to phase the son fucking her pussy raw. “Grounded for life. FOR LIFE! And—”

“Cum. Bitch.”

Ms. Young’s lips parted as she let out a heavy thick... GASP

Her back arched up more against the dick fucking her, her breath escaped into the air as her body prompted yet another orgasm. The woman’s cunt, still firmly clenched around the boy’s meat, tightened, her body shaking with pleasure, her legs shivering as she leaned over the table. The desk shook, and a pencil holder fell off the side and landed on the ground.

“Ah, fuck yeah...” The boy grunted, his mother’s pussy tightening around his cock. “I love you, Mom!”

“F-Fucking brat...” The woman murmured, her voice weak from the arousal. Then, in another flash from her body glowing white, she was instantly recovered. “I have no idea how you’ve managed to do this. But I promise, young man... It won’t last. You won’t just be grounded. No, you—”

“Whatever. Just cum again. Cunt.”

“You can’t-AH~!” She was interrupted again by another forced orgasm. All while the teen’s cock continued to ram into her, his dick slamming hard against her womb as cum spewed forth. But just as quickly, she healed herself to maintain her bearings. “This is ENOUGH, Cody! Do you hear me? I’m putting my foot down, and—”

“Cum. Bitch.”

Ms. Young didn’t get a chance to respond, her jaw clamping shut and her body jerking over his crotch. The woman’s hips bucked backward and forwards, creating more audible claps from her ass, jiggling against his crotch. Her large tits continued to bounce atop the desk, reflecting the light around them due to the blatant sheen of sweat and jizz coating them.

“Sorry, were you saying something, Mom?”

“F-Fuck...” She cursed, her head lowering down towards her chest, chin dipping briefly into her cleavage. Her body was still shaking, her cunt quivering and her ass cheeks continued to shake and bounce from the fucking occurring behind her. “T-This is not... acceptable...C-Cody..” She stuttered, her words weak from her latest climax, her thick thighs wobbling, but after closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath, she was quick to heal away any sense of weakness. “I’m through. With being toyed with. I am your MOTHER, young man! You listen to me! Now this is what’s going to happen. You are going to stop interrupting me, then re—”

“Cum.” He interrupted. “Cunt.”

The woman’s lips opened wide, releasing a trail of breath so warm it almost came out as a steam. Her body was rocked with yet another orgasm. The woman’s legs twitched, her knees knocking together, her hips shaking, and her cunt tightening around his dick, all while he just laughed and continued fucking with no ambition.

Every once of protest or command from the woman who held the crown to this house was met with more interruptions and constant organisms. It never seemed to click with the woman that her very words were only turning him on more. He was enjoying his power trip, and despite all it takes is a literal thought from Ms. Young to silence her son’s antics and restore order, all she did was continue to yap and yap. Her lips speaking about accomplished nothing but more of her son’s hungring ambition, and cock slamming up into her twat.

And every time he ordered her, she obeyed. Whether she realized it or not.

This was sick, naughty, and so very overly disgusting.

And what did Kamila do?

Just watched. A hand resting between her legs softly flicked over her crotch. Her other hand scratched an itch on her nipple through the front of her blouse. She has watched her fair share of pornography. What curious girl wouldn’t? It’s one reason why she’s so keen to tease others, especially Cody himself when caught doing something perverted. It isn’t anything disgusting to her. She’s even had her own one-off stands here and there. But this was different. She’s a girl who enjoys watching. It’s what she does. Consume with her eyes. Even if it’s... as naughty as incest. It’s not like she hasn’t stroked herself to that kind of porn before. She has a younger brother complex, and watching is always harmless.

The itch on her nipple felt more yearning. And without thinking, she began to slip a hand under the bottom of her shirt.

Up until she felt a faint buzz come from her back pocket. Bzzzzzt

At that moment, the invisible girl blinked. ‘What the fuck am I doing!?’ Bzzzzzt

It was her phone.

Shit.