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“My son’s in control!”

Despite what the words leaving her own elegantly curved pillowy lips would have one believe... Mom’s ever-defiantly dominant attitude spoke a tune that completely contrasted the declaration of loyalty that she moaned out with every collision from hand to ass. The woman spoke one thing but displayed an utterly different state of mind.

Because for all the show of ass rippling over, atop, and against my lap and her lips chirping aloud my position as the one that was truly in charge here... she was really coming off as extra haughty with a side of stick in her ass.

Or “Dick in her ass,” would fit more into our current scenario.

Right now, my cock isn’t up inside her (not yet, at least), but the lust I felt was similar, all the same. Her ass cheeks, massive canyons of actively clapping meat, warm and jiggling with each thrust and grind from the mature woman, had my dick ensnared between them. Through the sashaying sway to her hips and bodaciously bouncing buns, the cock being ground by her sensual body weight being exerted for pleasure managed to slip between her freshly steamed cake factory and wasn’t willing to escape any time soon.

I could swear Mom had to have practiced this at some point. Maybe with my long-gone father, or fooling around with boys was one of the many incidents she’s ashamed of doing in her past. Or the truth could rest somewhere between. Either way, it’s spun, Mom was an actual natural. Not only did she know how to give a standard run-of-the-mill lapdance, the kind that anyone with a minimum wage budget can afford at a strip club, but she knew how to keep it lively from sunup to sundown.

It fucking felt like we were here for hours, that’s for damn sure. As her weight was pressed over my crotch, testing the very limits of this innocent chair, her body carried a snake-like sway that coursed from her shoulders down to hips, the motion causing the bonder locked between her buns to shift and turn, pulsing with arousal at every wake and slap of her ass.

Every loud and meaty spank followed up with a heavy moan from the woman chewing me out; her mind was unable to acknowledge the act of pleasure she was performing for her son, but her body certainly took notice and forced a cry of lust that wasn’t required. The mother and son grew into a mass of grunts, slaps, moans, and thrusts; her swaying hips created slaps that weren’t from my hands laying waste to her rear end. The momentum of her own fat meaty ass cheeks came with enough power to clap like an audience full of cheering fans.

The poor blouse she wore when first entering the house had its top three buttons undone. Her massively oversized breast mounds made quick work in snapping free two of the warriors that had lost their battle in keeping the neckline closed, hastened by the constant bouncing those boobs were making as she ground on my cock. It’s why she was so damn heavy because she wasn’t packing any weight where it didn’t matter. The woman and her hourglass figure made her waist serve as the perfect handle for me to wrap my arms around as the slim nature of her stomach expanded out to tremendously curvy birthing hips. Hips that continued to grade, shift, bounce, press, and dance over my crotch.

It’s a damn miracle I managed not to cum prematurely. But the idea of holding my load so that I could cement my position as the son who took complete control over the head of the house and all that resides beneath was too palpable to up. Of course, it can be argued I already did that, but by seeding the womb that gave birth to me, it could be written in the history books.

Won’t that be something?

Mom’s worried that I’m going to fall down her old negative path. I get that now, and I understand that’s why she was so hard on me. But her actions to help me avoid that very same corruption that consumed her only made me want to take control even more. She raised me, and what’s happening now is a result of her own poor parenting.

And ironically, it looks like my fate did change from what she feared. Already, things are diverging because I’m pretty sure Mom never mind controlled her own mother into giving her a lap dance, yet here we are.

I’m not following in her footsteps but making a path of my own. Her failure used to fuel my success.

She wanted me to be different than her, better than her.

And by filling her womb, there can be no question.

I am...

“—in control!” Mom moaned into the air, her head leaning back, spilling blond locks over my face as her slender form swayed over those round hips grinding my cock.

And, after crying that out for the umpteenth time, she went right back to nagging her mouth off, “Do you want to be grounded for life? FOR LIFE CODY! Because I will, I damn will if you force me! Listen to me when I’m talking to you, young man!! I mean- what in the world can have you so distracted!?”

Even now, I’m still just... amazed that she hasn’t snapped out of this. I mean, at this point, she is outright stating how oblivious she is. What’s distracting me? Oh, I wonder if it’s the fat dump truck ass bouncing over my crotch with a boner lodged between the buns.

I know the trigger currently ensnared in her mind is one issued by her own power and not my weak ability being amplified, but still, Mom is just incredibly powerful and very smart; her mind should be the strongest in the entire city.

“When your mother talks to you, I expect—” SLAP “My son’s in control!—to have your full attention!“

But no...

I guess even if her mind is powerful. Her mind-control power is stronger, and if she controls herself, not even her brain can see through a fog of her own creation.

“That is.. I have had ENOUGH of this terrible behavior.” The motions she displayed contrasted her inraged attitude. Currently, she was leaning forward, hands on her knees, and she leaned herself up just enough to have her hugely fat ass thrust right in my face. With only a slight shake of her hips she created a butt-bouncing motion that sent ripples upon ripples coursing over her ass, making loud clappings far more audible than before, like a literal applause. It made me want to clap my own hands in tune, as the sound was only briefly muffled by the occasional drop she’d perform, releasing her entire body weight right on my cock only to lean back up and resume her ass-clapping show. “You are now grounded for life, Cody! For LIFE!” She yelled with a level of authority that should be scary, though it proved to be the exact opposite, and honestly, I barely heard her; the clapping of her ass literally muffled the sound.

Apparently, I’m grounded for life. It won’t stick; all I’ll have to do is tell her to unground me or just ignore her and leave anyway. That’s the beauty of controlling the head of the house. The rules are made by me; she’s just the one that enforces them.

An instrument to be used and abused.

But clearly, she didn’t get the memo, even if she’s the one saying it.

Mom continued to bounce her butt in my face; the ripples were nearly as hypnotic as her innate mind-controlling ability, “I gave you so many chances! SO many! Why are you making me do this to you!?”

Hm? Does she mean this lap dance? Is she aware?

“I wanted this to end without any repercussions. But now your entire life is changing.” She continued her tone and booty-bouncing actions were anything but similar.

Of course, she wasn’t aware. I was just being hyperbolic.

I raised my hand...

“When I say you’re grounded for life, I mean it. That’s what “for life” means. You’re not in charge here. I am. And I promise you’ll learn soon enough that—”

...and swung down.

SLAP

“My son’s in control!”

Ah, that’ll never get old.

Except it did.

Seeing this ass inches away from my nose, and smelling the faint aroma of her sweat and fresh womanly scent exuding off her meaty figure, only reminded me of why I was refraining from letting out my load early.

I took in a deep breath, “Ah~”

She smelled so tasty.

A woman made for sex, breeding, servitude, to protect, enslave, overpower, and control in ways I could never dream, then drop to her knees and bow before me. That’s what she is for; that’s the role she will play in the wonderful future I envision.

“Oh, now you want to talk? Son, I gave you far too many chances to address me when I was talking to you, now—”

“Shut up, bitch.”

Initially, giving me another oddly erotic Gasp!

Mom’s lips went shut at the sound of her trigger word, and suddenly, the hallway was shrouded in a veil of peace and quiet. That is if we ignore the creaking from this poor chair and the much more noticeable rhythmic clapping taking place on my crotch.

Without a sound from her, I couldn’t even make out her pissed-off attitude. With her slender back facing me and nothing but birthing hips and both sides of her tits rocking and sloshing about, there was no indication that she was mad; if anything, the opposite, no one does a lap dance like this if they don’t like the person.

Unless they do not even realize they are doing it in the first place.

Case in point...

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“Mmm~” Mom, with her lips still shut, mumbled out a muffled moan but otherwise didn’t respond or acknowledge the hit.

That was interesting.

My most recent command seemed to trump the previous one.

Good to know.

SLAP CRAAACK SLLLLLLAAP

Mom’s ass just became my personal pound cake. Not like I was holding back before, but through the silence and steady clapping, I had no qualms with creating a spanking sound of my own.

Palm strike upon palm strike laid waste to her glorious rump; two immaculate globes of rear pillowy flesh designed to be used and abused fell to my mercy. Her healing ability must be working ively on top of her extreme durability. Over the course of my hits, her ass had more than six hand-print marks that would just vanish after a few moments. It became a game of some sort, trying to see how many hand marks I could accumulate before her healing would wash them away.

My mother, still as silent as ever (very obedient. For someone who is always giving orders, she’s great at following them, aware or not), took the beating in stride, showing no sense of wavering under the pressure, only uttering the occasional stifled moan. Obviously, she sensed something, but it probably felt like being slapped by a tiny pillow, even though I was putting my all into every hit.

This could go on forever; just abusing the butt of this symbol of power was exhilarating, but if I wanted to slap butts, I would’ve done so on Thea’s hot ass. Where she lacked in Mom’s titty power, she was definitely packing in that fucking cake factory.

There under the echoing of humps, thrusts, slaps, and claps, I could hear a sudden shake from above and a subsequent crash coming from my bedroom. It startled me right out of my childish ass-slapping stooper.

On instinct alone, I glanced away from the hypnotic butt bouncing in my face. The bedroom door was nearly shut, open only with a crack. That’s as usual; it’s been a problem of mine that I would only close the door shut when I was inside, jerking off, making it obvious what I would be doing inside if Thea or Mom noticed the door closed. Otherwise, like now, it was open like normal.

But I swear I heard something.

Even though Mom told Thea directly to leave us alone, my tomboy sister isn’t known for always doing what our mother tells her to do; all the times she snuck out of the house past curfew attested to that.

I had no idea what that sound was and didn’t care enough to find out. Right now, I need to get to finally fucking a MILF, and I have the most powerful mother in the fucking city right here.

“Bitch, you can talk now.” I said, placing my hand directly on a previous mark on her right cheek that matched my palm to a “T.”

“I don’t need permission from you to talk. And how DARE you, young man? Did you actually tell me to “shut u—"”

“Yeah, I did,”

I lived my entire life having to be weary of her words and let her finish every sentence or risk getting in trouble just for interrupting her, so now, being able to just say or do whatever I want regardless of what she was saying or doing herself felt intoxicating, I could get off by just disrespecting her, the contrast in our positions of authority and her genuine looks of shock at being undermined nearly is enough to get me off on their own.

Not like getting off is an achievement after being put through so much teasing stimulation.

After another surprised Gasp from Mom, I could tell she had a hard time fathoming my apparent disregard for her and all that “scary” authority she wields.

I continued to speak before she could find something to say herself, “Enter a trance, get off, then follow me on your hands and knees. Oh, keep your blabbing mouth shut, kiss everywhere I step, and chant.. I dunno... all hail Cody. Or something, I just want to fuck you, so come on, chop chop.”

There was an air of silence. Long enough that I noticed an annoying buzz from some insect drift past my face. Having a huge hole in the house does a terrible job of keeping out unwanted pests and critters.

Overconfidence might’ve gotten the better of me, as I found myself leaning back in wait for her to get off my lap, only to be surprised by her doing so, but not with the obedience I had in mind. “EXCUSE ME!?” She leaped up to her feet, carrying enough moments to nearly launch her huge tits over the top three undone buttons to her blouse as she spun around, tits jiggling freely. With one hand wrapped around her right hip and the other raised to point a strict finger, she leaned forward, her heavy jugs dipping down, her plush lips parted. “You—”

That pose was clear and precise, and whatever she had planned to say, I didn’t want to hear it. And it’s my own damn fault for neglecting the very important trigger word after giving a command...

“Bitch,”

Mom’s eyes glanced over, her lips left open, and her words left unspoken. The moment didn’t last for very long at all; after a blink, she leaned back, and all of that authority and nagging ready to be unleashed was sucked back in. In its place was a tremendous display of her milky tits in bouncing action as she dropped down to her knees with no warning whatsoever. Her boobs jiggled too many times to count before she then leaned forward to land on her hands, now with her ass jutted out and breasts hanging, showing a huge view of deep cleavage that drooped low in that top, she was on her hands and knees as instructed.

There she was... the most powerful person around, and utterly obedient to her very own son.

Any outsider might look at this and get the wrong idea...

But, after obeying her for eighteen years straight, I think it’s fair that she’s finally the one taking orders from me. She makes one mistake and gives me full control over the house through her and even beyond; who am I to not take advantage?

Now, standing up from the chair...

I stood there in wait for a few moments, simply taking in the sight of someone who held so much sway over everything minuscule aspect of my life reduced to a literal husk, a toy, a fucking piece of entertainment. All the while, she just remained in place, looking ahead in complete silence, face void of emotion and lips held perfectly flat, none of that nagging and chastising prattle displayed itself as she stayed there waiting for...

Right, right, she’s supposed to keep herself silent until...

I took a step back, making sure to keep a careful eye on my mother.

Instantly, she went on the move. The moment my foot vacated the spot it had been stationed originally, Mom, on her hands and knees, crawled over to where my foot had been and lowered her face (squishing her drooping heavy jugs onto the carpet and squishing them in the process) to plant a kiss right on the spot.

Then, she raised her head back up and opened her previously shut mouth. “All hail Cody,” She said in a mindlessly dull chant that still rang like her typical mature tune, if only void of all that spark and fire she was wielding just moments ago.

Great.

Just as I commanded.

Mom is really obedient. It’s much better to obey commands than to hand them out. She’ll get used to it, even if she still thinks she’s the top dog.

I turned on my heels and walked down the hall. Without hesitation, Mom carried herself behind me, remaining on her hands and knees like the obedient husk of a mother she was, only hesitating at every step I made to lower her face to the floor, mashing her huge boobs and jutting out that peach-shaped rear, to deliver a kiss and chant, “All hail Cody,”

As I continued forward, I listened to the chimes of Mom’s obedience call out behind me, singing her songs of submission, a mother worshiping the kid she created, free from the shackles of authority that she used to have power in wielding.

MMmwa~

“All hail Cody,”

Mmmsch,

“All hail Cody,”

Mmmmmwwahh..

“All hail Cody,”

‘What. The. FUCK.’

There are some things Thea thought she’d never see.

Many, actually.

Quite a few.

But Mom is literally the most powerful person in the city, maybe even the state.

Kneeling.

No, crawling.

On the floor.

Kissing the floor.

And following after Cody.

Chanting...

“All hail Cody. All hail Cody.”

Thea leaned against the cracked door, careful not to draw attention to herself.

She came here for her jacket, nothing else.

What she saw was absolutely ridiculous. Unbelievable. And, absolutely jaw-dropping.

Cody was right...

That damn idiot wasn’t fucking lying...

He has Mom under his control. How or when that happened, Thea had no idea, but it had to of been sometime recently because that explains why he’s been suddenly more cocky than usual. He is fully aware of the obvious fact; he who controls Mom controls the house, the city, maybe even the whole damn state. No one knows the limits of Mom’s power because she has never displayed herself getting anywhere close to that point.

Mom being so utterly powerful is considered acceptable as she was ed and acknowledged to be qualified for wielding an Omega-Charm; they don’t hand those out like candy. Anyone who holds those is considered nigh unstoppable in their capabilities, only rivaled by other Omega-Charm holders. There is no worry of them being stolen, as anyone with a charm of that level is impossible to beat anyway.

So... why is she fucking worshiping that twerp!?

And her charm... Cody getting that is one thing, but even with the strongest charm there is, Mom can overpower him while asleep. But if she decides to use the charm.. the amount of chaos he can cause. This place would become the target of every hero in the world trying to stop her; if left unchecked, she could take control of everyone and everything.

The most powerful woman in the world shouldn’t have her power controlled by the dumbest little brother in the world.

How did he even get control of Mom? That in itself should be in-fucking-possible.

‘FUCK!’

Was this immature, unnecessary, and ridiculous?

Yes.

Did it stroke my ego beyond compare?

Also yes.

Sometimes, we just need a confidence boost, others to remind us how amazing we are, and, in this case, Mom was filling that unnecessary but satisfying void.

Following me like a lap dog, she crawled through her own house, stopping every couple of seconds to kiss the floor beneath my feet. So much for being the big woman in charge here, huh? A mother who literally worships the floor beneath her son isn’t a mother who calls the shots.

I sat on Thea’s bed, with the command given to Mom somewhat adjusted.

It took her some time to reach the room due to the need to halt, kiss the floor, and drone, “All hail Cody,” every so often.

But, once she crawled up to the bed, delivering her final smooch, I updated her instructions, ing to say the bitch trigger, not that it mattered because I turned off that omega-level mind of hers.

Now, she was submitting to her role as a slave to her own son. In a house she paid for, recently ruined by the kid she is currently worshiping, the mother’s thoughts, desires, wants, and personality didn’t mean a thing as currently she was just set on obeying and praising her child.

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

Mom repeated her chant ad nauseam, with no end in sight. She rested on her knees and thick thighs; her huge mass of ass meat utterly smothered the back of Mom’s ankles as she leaned back with her hands raised high, praising with parted lips, “All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.” While proclaiming her submission, she leaned back forward, granting a pleasantly brief glimpse of her downblouse and prompting her slender back clad in a tight, slim, figure-hugging blouse to stretch taut. Her face hit the ground, arms following suit. Both of Mom’s ankles were free from under the weight of her dump truck rear as the peach-shaped buttocks were poised high in the air in tandem with her face dipping low. “All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

This was undoubtedly a well-needed stroke to my ego, after having to coax under the authority of everyone at school.

Mom bowed up and down, presenting her ass and tits with both upward and lowered motions.

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

Yep.

With a bit of imagination and a spark of a deep-rooted desire to take control in ways Mom failed to manage when she was my age, I could imagine more of my teachers kneeling alongside Mom as they all bowed.

Ms. Watkins’ voluptuous figure would fit right in place next to Mom’s. Ms. Lee, her cocky “higher than you” bitchy by-the-books mentality and more slender but equally busty body could be worshiping on the other side of my mother as well. And for Ms. Buzz’s and her exotic curvy ass, I’d put her powers to work, shrink her down and let her worship atop my erection, feeling the warm heavy weight of her big, but relatively small, tits mash against my cock every time her face comes down. She’d even give my dick a kiss each bow for good measure.

Speaking of dicks, cocks, penises, and the like, I was busy stroking my shaft with full ambition, just the mental image of everyone that has ever dared to wield their authority over me submitting their defeat and submission as the mindless dolled husks they were got me going, all while Mom’s chant droned in the background, a blissful echo...

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

The pumping motion on my cock grew faster and faster, and the heat amidst Thea’s room grew all the heavier.

“All hail Cody,” Mom continued to worship; soft, parted lips echoed out breathy air as she bowed in place, her eyes glossy and utterly mindless of the very situation she allowed to unfold. The power she built over the course of her entire life now kept her mind snared under the lock and key of her own design. “My son has taken control of my mind.”

I came.

“Fuck....” I found myself grunting under the pleasant satisfaction of a freshly spent member.

Mom kept bowing, “All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

‘Huh?’

After a momentary pause, I glanced down to the floor, where Mom was continuing her endless bowing and worship.

“Fuck...” I repeated; my recently relieved dick enjoyed its rest on Thea’s bed, dripping out a steady stream of lingering cum onto her sheets.

The plan was to come inside her, not all over the back of her shirt.

It would have been more satisfying if I had managed to time it when she leaned back up to shoot my creamy shot right into her cleavage; that round curve of both tits pressing against each other made the perfect target.

I muttered, “Damn it,” and gazed down at my defeated dick.

The whole point of coming in here was to get more active without having to worry about making a ruckus in the hall.

Naturally, there’s no privacy in the master bedroom, with the whole door and all being lodged in the wall. My bedroom has a massive hole in it, leaving only Thea’s and Lilly’s rooms for proper privacy candidates.

It didn’t matter much if we were interrupted by one of the girls making the wrong decision to butt in on the situation because all it takes is a thought from Mom, and they’ll be ing in, but I’d rather not be surprised by anyone or anything.

“All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.” Mom did her part in offering her suggestion to my load-spending dilemma by repeating the only thing her mindless mind was allowed to utter.

Cum dribbled along the edge of Thea’s bed, staining the sheets in its wake; it dripped down and fell right atop Mom’s index finger while she was leaning down with her big ass poised up, her butt so big it swallowed the fabric of her panties between both cheeks.

Unperturbed over the jizz splattered on her hand, Mom continued to bow and worship, uttering, “All hail Cody. My son has taken control of my mind.”

Why would she care when currently there was a nice heavy line of spunk on her back, cementing itself into the whole of her blouse if not thoroughly soaking through entirely to kiss the slender body beneath?

“All hail Cody.” Mom said, leaning back up; her lips looked very plump and juicy, like literal pillows adorned on the sexy ensemble that is her face. My son has taken control of my mind.”

I couldn’t look away from those lips...

Because they both gave me an idea... and reminded me how stupid I was.

This is why, when planning ahead to do anything outside of this house, I’ll seek Mom’s advice first. I may not be the most intelligent around, but I’m smart enough to realize I’m stupid, and Mom is smarter and generally wiser with her years of living experience. It also helps that she literally went down this same power trip path as I had, explaining why she is so incredibly strict and mature after learning firsthand what happens when a teenager is allowed to have too much free reign.

If anyone knew what “NOT” to do, it would be the woman who had already failed.

But, as for now, I just felt really fucking dumb.

There’s no point in holding back my load when I have a human cum-recharger right here.

Mom, as usual, kept on worshiping, “All hail Cody.”

But I interrupted, “Bitch, shut up and stop.”

Just like that, Mom’s worshiping came to an abrupt and direct halt. Mom remained in place, leaned up with hands on her lap, fat ass stuck enforcing her ankles as she stared ahead, eyes nearly unblinking, only doing so when absolutely necessary. Her lips were void of emotion, eyes no tinkling of expression, only a glossy dull fade met my eyes. And, for that matter, she wasn’t even looking at me. I didn’t command her to do so; she just gazed ahead, straight at the side of Thea’s bed, right where my cum gradually dribbled over.

Truly mindless, as commanded.

Just... a body with its mind momentarily turned off.

Such a sexy look.

“Okay, Mom,” I said, standing up. I approached Mom with a hand gripping my limp member. “You created this,” raising my dick, I slapped it across her face, but the mother’s head didn’t even flinch; her eyes remained unblinking. That was until I started rubbing the cock closer to her eyes, smearing the oozing cum across her perfect mature features. Only instinct caused her right eye to partially blink in regard to the cum that seeped over her lash, “It’s only fair that you take care of it,” I then played with her cheeks using my cock as a brush, then inched down and poked the head between her lips attempting to slip it partway through, before just pulling back and slapping it across her face some more.

Mom didn’t say anything or express any sign of acknowledgment to the dick assaulting her face. Of course, she wouldn’t. I didn’t command her.

“Bitch, say, ‘Of course, Mommy will take care of the dick she created,’ And be sexy with it.”

Still displaying no physical reaction, Mom parted her lips and licked them in a slow, sensual motion. “Of course, Mommy will take care of the dick she created,” She spoke, each syllable carrying a teasing and arousing slick drawl to it, assumedly that’s why she licked her lips first so that when speaking, her sounds would hold that wet sexy disposition.

“Wait,” I said, and slid my dick down and over from her right eye to place the tip right atop her plush bottom lip, “Repeat that.”

Mom remained silent; her eyes looked ahead. From above, her cleavage clad in that tight blouse looked so inviting. But that wasn’t the reaction I wanted.

I inwardly sighed.

“Bitch, repeat that,”

“Of course,” Mom spoke. After being commanded, the doll must obey. “Mommy will take care of the dick she created,” The sexy drawl carried all the more lust with each syllable as my cock shifted atop her bottom lip whilst she spoke, her heavy breath buffeted my tip, and I even managed to feel the front of her tongue inevitably dap at the slight bead of cum that seeped out from the tip.

The lust that followed sent a spark to my cock, which twitched ever so slightly atop her lip.

But it wasn’t enough; the poor penis just unloaded. It needed a rejuvenating kiss.

Or a full-on blowjob.

And, after a pause to give this some thought, I knew what to do.

“Listen up, Mom,” I took hold of my dick again to give her cheek a slap to get her attention. It didn’t work, she only continued to stare ahead, “You’re going to wake up, but no matter what you say, the words that come out of your mouth must be... ‘Let blowjob slut, Mommy take care of master’s dick.’ You won’t realize you’re saying this and talk like normal, but no matter what you intend to say, those words will leave your lips instead. Obviously, you’ll be sucking my dick, let me fuck your mouth, and won’t do anything to stop me. Oh, and you’ll heal my cock through your lips the entire time. That’s an order,” With my cock in one hand, I used my other to lift her chin; the mindless woman gazed up, not at me but through me and into the void of unaware space. “Bitch.”

Being able to just freely insult such a powerful woman with no regard for any manner of repercussions was so hot.

But not as hot as what came next.

Mom’s eyes blinked back to life. In an instant, she was on her knees.

One could say I forgot she was taller than me, after all that bowing and worship and all. I could notice a look of confusion on her face as she was certainly questioning how she got here and looked around Thea’s room, though that changed to an authoritative assertion as her head swished back my way with a sharp look to her eyes. Mom’s dominating aura instantly went into full mast as she rose to her full height and gazed down at me, in a moment reminding me who was in charge here.

Not her.

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!” Mom pointed out a single yet fear-inducing finger.

But unlike every other day of my life, it was utterly ineffective. After seeing her on her knees bowing to me in worship, she can’t really just expect me to fear her authority anymore. She’ll have to do more than that.

Also, despite her expression and tone of voice, I didn’t neglect to hear what she said. “What did you say, Mom?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed, her arms crossed below her heavy rack, and she leaned back, saying, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick.”

Well, now then, this is becoming a game of some sort.

Because I have no idea what she thinks she is saying. But the pitch of her voice and pose means this must be a threat or a warning.

For all Mom’s faults in how I often feel like she has a bias against me at times, she usually, if not always, gives a warning before punishing her kids. Maybe she’s being honest when she says that she doesn’t enjoy grounding me or whatever.

“I’m sorry?” I asked with a smirk, “I don’t understand,”

Mom was not having it. From arms crossed below her heavy jugs, bunching them up in the process, she lowered them to her hips and stepped forward, causing a jostle to jiggle over her cleavage. “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick.”

Oh yeah, this was a warning. The final warning, if I had to guess off the way her eyes were foretelling of the dangers to come.

What she was warning me about or wanted me to respond with was beyond me. Especially considering how she gave me every punishment under the sun during her lapdance. I ignored half the nagging shit she was spewing, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been grounded for life two times already, my phone and laptop are confiscated, and I’ll have to clean up the entire house myself, not sure what else she can threaten me with but apparently there’s something.

The truth may never be revealed (nor did it matter as I’ll just command her to drop all punishments later. She really fails to understand just how little power she holds over me anymore) as she instantly dropped down to her knees while muttering, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick.”

Part of me would want a translation here.

And just as soon as that thought arrived, that part diminished when Mom’s delicately certain fingers wrapped around my member; then, it was utterly obliterated when something warm, soft, and wet around my cock.

Mom’s fat lips created a suction-like seal on the twitching dick submerged in her mouth. The moment her lips made with my tip, the cock was filled with a sudden revival of life and exploded its mass into her mouth, catching the mother by surprise and prompting a sudden gag. Though her lips formed and retained its hold.

She bobbed her head, close enough that her huge tits were mashing against my legs; the sensation that surged through my body spewed from my crotch while the motion of her sloppy sucks coursed up and down the length of my rod. It sounded like she was choking and gagging, the noise was music to my ears coming from a woman who usually holds her head up above all those beneath her with an air of respect. But right now, the air reeked of moist hot lust, no show of dignity exuded from the woman, even after she pulled her face back, the seal on her lips making her mouth stretch somewhat before springing free with a POP before she gave me a glare from below, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!“

I guess she was mad.

Who cares?

I grabbed her by the head and forced her face back towards my fully erect shaft. On instinct, her lips parted, preventing her face from being impaled by the large girthy cock. Again she was forced into gagging, the meat of her son filling her mouth to the brim; with her mouth back in place, she resumed sucking and bobbing; the wait sounds of gagging and sloppy saliva-coated licked made the room sound like an experienced whore, well-versed in the art of dick-sucking was going to town on me. But no, this was the woman who gave birth to me and governed my life with an unrelenting iron fist.

This fits her much better.

Can’t nag with a dick up her mouth.

And...

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take car....hh...”

“FFFuuugghhh...” I moaned, cock twitched, and spewed forth a torrent of cum. Due in part to how she continued to pump my meat after pulling back and letting spittle fall into her cleavage, the force of her tight hold prompted my load to shoot forth as she pumped it outwards to her face, the white streamy ropes seemingly catching her by surprise.

Mom was shocked, as in genuinely shocked, to the point where she was literally frozen without words to say for a few moments. Cum dripped down her face, and she watched open-mouthed as the load continued to spew forth shot after shot of cum that splattered over her face. Whether on purpose or not, that shock-faced look and an open mouth made for quite the target; I got a few spurts to land between her parted lips, though most shot over to her cheek and dripped down her chin, dropping perfectly atop the nice ample cleavage she left on display. Her boobs pushed tight enough to have her overall cleavage look nice and round, allowing the seed to course and slide perfectly over the dark round line of cleavage and vanish between the boobs out of sight.

Mom, after the long span of genuine surprise subsided, gasped aloud cum spilled down her face, lips, and chin.

God, her gasps sound so hot; she usually is in so much control of everyone and everything, never expressing such sounds.

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!” She rose up, her full height once again proved somewhat threatening.

I guess I told her to let me fuck her mouth, give me a blowjob, and heal my dick so I could fuck her to my heart’s content... but I never told her to be fine with me jizzing all over her.

Not that I cared, no matter what, she has to let me continue so...

“Mom, shut the fuck up.” I raised my hand up to reach the tall woman’s shoulders, “You have a lot of holes, and I want to fuck them.”

GASP

Mom, again, exhaled a surprised breath, now laced with the scent of my own cock and semen.

My mother’s eyes were wide, displaying a look of shock, anger, and bewilderment. Her poor mind couldn’t fathom the fact that her son would say something aloud. In her mind, she is at the top of everything here, the absolute monarch. How dare I question her?

I inwardly rolled my eyes.

Please.

Mom took a deep breath; she breathed in a heavy load of air, retracting and inhaling that same cum-scented breath she released from her lips during that gasp as her cleavage expanded, “LET BLOWJOB SLUT MOMM-MmmmghhhHHHH!”

I didn’t let her finish as I pushed her back down onto her knees, then shoved my dick into her mouth that she was kind enough to have opened as she was in the middle of trying to say something.

Instantly she went back to work, that anger supposedly delayed as she must continue to give me a blowjob; her eyes still held a glare, though, which only turned me on all the more as I continued to fuck and thrust my hips against her face, the sloppy wet sounds merged well with the suction her lips held, having her whole head bob against and gage creating the most disgusting wet sloppy sounds that could only be matched by the most experienced of porn stars.

Again I reached a climax, but this time kept my cock rammed deep in her mouth; I saw Mom’s eyes widen in shock, anger, and disgust as my cum erupted directly in her mouth. Her cheeks expanded and filled with the onslaught of my chode, it was clear she didn’t want to swallow her own son’s jizz, but with her lips on my cock, I was being constantly healed, meaning my cum never stopped. Her mouth was filling and filling with more cum with a dick that was only being stirred on by her own doing.

“Mmmhmm! MMmmm! MM!!!!” She moaned, to no avail, and even if she could talk, she’d only be repeating the same sentence under the pretense of actually speaking her mind. Eventually, her cheeks couldn’t expand any longer. I held Mom’s face directly up against my crotch, pube hair filling her vision and merging with her own hair; her lips seeped out cum from between them as her mouth literally couldn’t contain any more cum, eventually, the seed spilled through her lips and out her mouth, falling down her chin like a miniature fountain of white sticky spunk. Spunk that would continue to trickle until we broke .

And I wasn’t going to pull back until she swallowed.

More and more sticky jizz flowed out of her lips, with my dick shooting a seemingly never-ending onslaught. All the time I was in ecstasy, a climax that never ceased is a climax worth building too. Mom, on the other hand, was in a dilemma; she was outright refusing to let her stomach contain even a trace of her son’s spunk, but that meant the rest of her body was being stained.

As cum seeped down her chin and face, her perfectly presented and cupped tits accepted wave upon wave of cum. That poor blouse became utterly drenched in the hot, sticky white load, her cleavage nearly submerged with a pool formed between. The blouse was so soaked it created a glue-like suction to the heavy boobs that looked to be spilling over the neckline, the light now glazed over the reflecting and sticky tits, making them appear both shiny and sticky, akin to glazed donuts.

It’s a shame; now I can’t effectively suck on those tits until she is taken through a run in the shower; I’m not going to be inadvertently tasting my own cum. But she definitely would; at this point, her cleavage couldn’t even hold the amount of cum that came flowing its way, her bare thicks pressed up against each other as she was kneeling, became coated to the brim, and the carpet was more than just a little bit stained.

We reached the point that the blouse, still looking to be somewhat glued to her tits, started to drift down, its neckline squeezing into the boobs that struggled to bounce free, causing their milky flesh to bulge over. Mom’s result in not swallowing was irable, as she continued to try to moan out a response or command to stop, but I was about to break that with a real command, not her pointless authoritative nagging.

gulp

Barely audible, through my own foggy lust, I made out the slight sound of her swallowing, just a spec of my flowing spunk.

But that was enough; the moment she opened her own gates, the rest started spewing forth.

gulp

Gggulp

GULLP

GULP!

GULP!

GULP!

I leaned into her face and closed our already minuscule difference even further by standing on her thighs and angling her face up to shoot jizz directly down into her. The tall woman might finally have regret for being so big and mighty as my rather small form, in comparison, straddled her like a mountain being claimed, with an endless onslaught of jizz shooting directly into her stomach. Mom’s puffed-up cheeks gradually subsided as she couldn’t stop swallowing.

The GULPS of her swallowing became just as loud as her previous sucking and slurps on my shaft, and I allowed us to remain as such as I went on for nearly five more minutes. Much more, and her stomach would literally be ballooning with the sheer amount of semen she was getting drunk on.

Eventually, not due to me needing a break, but just not wanting Mom to gain weight outside of her tits and ass, I pulled back, my dick now free, and finally ended its climax by shooting Mom with a final barrage of cum.

Mom was speechless.

Reactionless.

And not even commanded to be in a mindless trance.

In her mind, everything was normal. She just genuinely said and did nothing; she had no reaction. Her eyes just looked up and saw cum being shot her way. From her point of view, she was just seeing blasts of white cover her vision; her entire right eye had a huge blob of cum on it, prompting half of her sight to be utterly obstructed.

“You okay, Mom?” I asked with an evidently obvious smirk. “Aren’t you going to turn me on with another gasp? They sound so hot.”

Mom blinked, her mouth agape. The cum that lingered in her mouth began to seep out from the left corner of her lips; she looked at me right as another rope of cum hit her eye, though this one didn’t remain and quickly seeped down, allowing her to still see out of one eye.

She is actually shocked speechless.

Fuck this is hot.

“Don’t do anything to stop me as I take this, or take it back until we’re done, bitch.” I said and got down to be at her eye level. Her stunned eyes, one covered in a glob of seed, met mine; I looked down and almost whistled at the sight of her boobs. That cleavage looked so inviting, even covered in a smothering of chode, like an over glazed donut.

But I was looking at the object hidden between that bosom.

Mom didn’t stop me, do, or say anything as I reached a hand into the void. There is something quite powerful that is in the safest place in the world: Mom’s cleavage. Absolutely no one is stealing it from here.

Funny, the one time it wasn’t safe between her tits was when I “borrowed” it to start the ball rolling that led us here.

Her cleavage jiggled and jostled as I took hold of the charm and sprang it free. The pristine red Omega-Charm reflected in the light and was smooth and sticky to the touch. “Thanks for keeping this warm for me,”

Mom’s face remained shocked, even more so now; she just let me inch the cum-soaked gem to her mouth, opened in a gasp that never came, and gave the charm a soft kiss when I pressed it against her lips, soft like pillows.

Then, I took it back and tossed the Omega-Charm aside.

It’ll be used later.

Watching the charm fall to the side, Mom blinked.

After a silent swallow, she finally spoke. Each syllable was laced with the slick and wet sound of semen around her tongue, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick...” Her lips had a few lines of cum stuck between them as she spoke.

“Cool!” I didn’t care what she said, and raised a bare my sock-lined foot (now damp in cum) to her face and pushed her back.

Mom offered no resistance and leaned back on her fat ass before falling down with a Splllat as she landed in the large pool of cum that her refusal to originally swallow created.

Getting on her, I said, “Cunt, rip off those clothes covering her huge cow tits.” Because I was one hundred percent sure she couldn’t and wouldn’t do shit as long as I’m under the pretense of fucking her mouth, I decided to just use the sister trigger to the usual “bitch” command I’ve been using.

Saying “Cunt” would make them obey, just like “Bitch,” but whereas one had them do so obliviously, the other allowed them to know they were obeying, and thus Mom’s eyes shot wide as she, for the first time today noticed her actions were out of her control, as so far in her oblivious mind she was in control (partially why she was so shocked at what had just occurred moments prior).

Mom watched her own hands rise up and grab the sides of her blouse, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!” She said, eyes darting between her hands and me; a fire was alight, and seeing that she doesn’t have control created a swell of anger. I can understand why, after going on for nearly an hour about how she was the one in charge here, this must be quite the eye-opener.

Let’s add more spice then, “And, Cunt. Realize that you’re stuck saying that stupid sentence.”

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take—” My mother was so damn mad, I could feel a genuine fire around her, and she doesn’t even have that kind of power, at least I don’t think she does. “Let blowjob slut—” Mom blinked, she looked down at herself, and opened her mouth again, “Let blowjob-L-LLLLet! Let blowjob slut Momm- Let blowjob! Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!” She was trying, I mean actively trying, to speak a real sensible sentence, but her eyes betrayed her struggle. She couldn’t fathom the words that she was saying, but every word that was supposed to leave her mouth turned into the same sentence, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick! Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!”

“See why I didn’t understand you before?”

“Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!” Mom seethed, her hands still following the original command from before effortlessly ripped off her top like it was paper, exposing her huge tit-clad boobs coated in a heavy, sticky sheen of chode

“Mom, I don’t know what you are trying to say.” I laughed and bounced on her nice slime stomach as she raised her hands up to do the same to her bra as she did with the blouse.

Snap

All it took was a flick of her finger to send the bra flying to the side of the room; the sturdy straps designed to hold hefty milk-filled jugs didn’t stand a chance as her now massively stuffed up titties were free to jiggle widely across her naked chest.

“Cunt, let me play with your tits.”

Mom growled in anger, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick!”

“Thanks,” I said, my hands went down and gripped heavily into her jugs. It was akin to dough with how the boob molded around my fingers, filling the space between each as her little nipple and bumpy areola teased my palm with how I went in dead center on each titty.

I pulled both boobs left and right, enjoying just how far they could go due to their sheer size. My immature boob-loving self had her two nipples peck and kiss tips, both erect nubs flicked and poked into each other.

From below, Mom was seething, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take car-mmmmff~!”

“Shut up,” I said, and to make sure that happened, I shut her up myself by shoving one semen-coated tit right into her yap hole.

“MmmmghhMmm!” She moaned into her nipple, no longer able to see me as one eye was obstructed by the huge wall of her boobs, and the other still had a glob of cum on it.

“Are you thirsty? Maybe wash down the cum with your titty milk. Obviously, this is full.” I gave the boob in her mouth a slap, and enjoyed the jiggle it made over her face.

“Mmmmmmm!”

“Heh, just kidding,” Her mouth was freed with a PLOP and the boob came free, a line of spit keeping the nipple and her lips attached before snapping onto her face. “Let’s roll you around.“

I figured out before, when I easily pulled her down to her knees, that part of not stopping my action of fucking her face allowed me to push her around with no resistance. She’s one of the strongest beings in the world, period; I know there are other people with powers, but I’ve never seen anyone stronger than her, so in my mind, she is the physically strongest out there, end of story. So, being able to just move her around like this isn’t a show of strength on my part. She just is allowing it.

Which is how I easily managed to turn over the curvaceous woman she was lying back in a pool of cum, to now be face first. Her huge tits were mashed and spilled out to her left and right; they were so big I could reach them like handles and nearly pull behind her.

Straddling my smaller self behind her tall fuckable body, I pulled apart those huge, heavy ass cheeks and found two tempting holes.

“I told you I’d fuck every hole.” I raised a hand and gave her ass a hard, SLAP “And I wasn’t lying.“

But she wasn’t told to let me fuck any hole, so... “And now you’ll just let me fuck you however I want,” I lined my cock up towards her snatch, and as it teased the entrance to her sex, I felt the woman begin to stir. Yep, this wasn’t allowed, and she was about to prove that she could halt all of this in a literal second. But, I was quicker on the draw, “Bitch.”

That one word initiated the command and halted all resistance; she stopped moving on a dime and remained face-first in the puddle of cum that soaked into the carpet. She muttered something inaudible, but I have a feeling the words were, “Let blowjob slut Mommy take care of master’s dick.” But that’s just a guess.

Instead, I could just see small bubbles in the puddle of cum beside her face.

Yes, that was her giving me the go-ahead.

My cock rammed inside her pussy.

“We have to what?! Thea—” The redhead had to compose herself. But then decided to stop trying and said, “What!?”

“I’m serious!” Thea gave Kamila a sharp glare, “You know he might have control of the entire city by now! I bet the only thing stopping that brat is the fact that he can’t risk doing something that big!” Thea was pacing the driveway, now adorned with her iconic biker jacket again; her eyes were lit with a blaze as she stomped back and forth.

She had half a mind to go up there herself and beat his ass herself, but even if she put her entire force into an attack, it would only make Mom flinch if that, and he probably ordered her to protect him.

“I’m having trouble believing you, like honestly,” Annie itted, her legs swinging off the side of the car that she was currently sitting on. “Isn’t she suuuuuuppppperr powerful?”

“Right?” Kamila agreed, “Doesn’t she have an Omega-Charm?”

“Yeah, I-I—” Thea stopped her rapid pacing and sighed, “I don’t know how he did it... maybe she underestimated him? I guess that’s the only way he could beat her, right? But even still...”

Yawn

From her position, leaning on the car, the dark-skinned, smooth-talking teen breathed a tired sigh.

“My sister told me that they started teaching in class about how mental-based powers don’t often come with immunities to themselves.”

The three other girls glanced her way, “What?” Thea asked.

Jasmine just yawned in response and closed her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Thea stepped close, snapping her fingers, “Hey!”

“Hm?” Jasmine blinked, her breath as calm and crystal as ever, “Oh...” Yawn “What was I saying? Um...” She blinked, deep in thought, “Right... I don’t know... my sister just said that is what they are teaching. It is something they have been neglecting up until recently. Your mother went to school years ago. She might not have ever learned that people can control themselves accidentally. Most people may believe that being able to control on her level also comes with an immunity to her own power.“

Thea blinked once, twice, and three times before muttering to herself, “Shit-Shit-Shit-Shit! Mom would think that I thought the same damn thing.”

“That might explain how he got control of her,” Kamila shrugged, “She might have accidentally commanded herself to do something, and he took advantage of the opportunity.” After a pause, she added, “But... I still don’t buy it.”

Annie nodded.

“What?” Thea glanced over at them.

Kamila sighed. She scratched her arm. “Well... you’ve been pretty hard on him. I... I mean, we were messing with him earlier, too, but I actually feel really bad about that. It was supposed to just be teasing. I got him a gift somewhere in the car... it’s invisible.”

Looking at the car, Thea shrugged, “So what? It doesn’t matter if you feel bad; he can have my mom control all of us in a second! Like this,” She snapped her fingers for emphasis, “What’s there not to understand?”

“The fact that there isn’t proof,” Kamila said bluntly, hands in her pocket, “You’re cool and all. We’re still best friends. But... you and your brother get into fights all the time. It wouldn’t be surprising if you’re just lying to make him look bad.”

“You’ve done it before,” The snowy-blond-haired speedster pointed out.

Thea clicked her tongue.

She knew Kamila had a very soft side she hid under her sarcasm-laced demeanor. It’s the reason why she teased Cody, unlike Thea, who saw him as a brat half the time. Kamila’s antics with him were fueled by her never having a younger little brother of her own. But brushing this aside is taking that leniency a step too far.

It’s a ridiculous claim to assume she was making things up about what’s happening.

“Fine, you don’t believe me?” Thea crossed her arms; the small ripped hole on the side of her jeans grew more prominent due to her wide hips tensing to the side after she shifted her weight. “Go invisible and check for yourself,”

Kamila gave it some thought; the redhead hummed under her breath, hands still in her pocket, “Fine,” She shrugged and, without an extra word, began to mosey towards the front door, hands remaining in her pockets.

Thea watched, arms still crossed. She said in a hushed tone, “And don’t you DARE get caught,”