Corrupting Maternal Minds...............................................but not really

Honestly, if you were to ask him, it was a rather easy process. Write his name on someone and watch them become his.

It was easy.

Too easy in fact.

His power gave him limitless possibilities.

But, it was too easy.

Issei didn't trust it at all.

He didn't trust himself, or the power he had.

Humans were like that sometimes, or actually all the time. They don't trust something that seems mysterious, or perhaps the better phrase for it would be 'never trust something too good to be true'.

And that was the main reason he hesitated using his power on his mother. Not because he didn't want to, not because he was not confident in his ability to write his name on his arm.

He was scared.

Scared that his powers could suddenly stop working, or worse, worked in ways he couldn't control. What if the ink wore off, what would happen to something he owned.

Would they revert back to who they were before? Or maybe they would still retain the effects of his control?

It was a question that he was too scared to find the answer to.

And that was why he hesitated slightly when he asked his mother to extend her arm out.

'Should I really be doing this?' he asked himself. What would he have to gain for making his mother his permanent sex ****?

Three blowjobs? A creampie? Anal penetration? That wasn't enough to justify taking away his mother's free will.

But perhaps, that didn't matter.

He shouldn't care about the consequences? Or should he.

This was real life, not some kind of story. Issei wasn't some average erotica protagonist, he had feelings, he had emotions, and he had morals.

He could masturbate to his mother no problem, but when it came to straight up mind controlling her, he couldn't cross that line.

And, with a heavy heart, Issei wouldn't sacrifice his relationship with his mother just for a couple seconds of coitus, no matter how amazing that would be to have his mother wrapped under his pinky.

"Actually, it isn't all that amazing," Issei said, deciding to do the right thing for once in his life. "Just something kids my age would enjoy."

His mother looked at him with concern but dropped it when the TV flared to life as a contestant had cut off his own finger. "If you say so, Issei dear."

Issei sighed, rubbing his face as he looked at the pen in his hand and grimaced. "I have to go walk outside for a moment, clear my head."

"Okay, be safe," his mother said, waving him off before continuing to watch the show

Kuoh, for all it's worth, was a quiet town. Frequently regarded as a medium sized town of about a few thousand residents, even with all it's people, it was still very quiet. Especially in the evenings, where vendors were known for their very elaborate schemes to make you buy what they sold. Issei would frequently ride on his bicycle after school, just cycling with nowhere in particular in mind.

It was a coping mechanism of sorts, whenever he got too stressed. And that was what he was doing right now, just cycling through the town with no set location in mind.

It was relaxing, the evening wind blowing through his hair as Issei enjoyed the soft lull of a town that was mostly prone to silence.

He enjoyed cycling, as it was the only thing he could do with any amount of skill other than peeping on girls at school.

"I think that's good enough for today," Issei said to himself, wiping off the sweat off his forehead. He was tired from cycling up a cliff that overlooked the entirety of Kuoh.

It was a very secretive spot and Issei had discovered it accidentally. It now served as a spot Issei used to clear his mind, looking down at the houses that populated the tiny town.

There was a rusty old bench up there, probably placed a few decades ago judging by how much rust was on the thing.

A secret spot, that only he knew.

Well, it was supposed to be that.

Until, Issei saw a young nun with golden hair sitting on the bench, her hands clasped in a silent prayer.