Dexter - Pervert Unleashed

Jean Gray ushered the two young women in, removing Cerebro from her head with a tired sigh. She shook her head, letting her fiery red hair spill out and dart across her slightly perspiring forehead. Her fingers pressed to her temples as she tried to relax from an entire day of scanning. "Thank you, Tandy, Gwen, for coming. You two are a great help." She said with a tired smile, her tight green X-Men spandex top stretched tightly over her famous chest; it clung onto her feminine figure like a second layer of skin, which often caused quite the heat build-up. While also having a way of making her look borderline naked, save for the pasties that cover the key areas.

​Tandy Bowen nodded her blonde head, while Gwen Stacy fiddled with the camera in her hands. "Of course, Miss Jean," Gwen Stacy spoke, adjusting her black rimmed glasses, "The world is a big place. More help you get, the better."

​"Thank you for this opportunity." Tandy added, "I could really use the college credit, and I know it isn't normal for you to allow non-mutants into the school."

​"Nonsense, remember with the professor gone, I'm the Headmistress now, I make the rules, the school follows what I say. And if I say you two are welcome to enroll," Jean pushed out the massive chair, her large breasts jiggling as she did so, and walked over to a console. "Then I guess you are welcome to enroll. Consider this mission extra credit." She tapped a few keys, and a 3D map of the world appeared, dotted with tiny, blinking lights. "So I've narrowed down the new mutant anomalies to this selection of four. Three of them are already en route, but I am having trouble with the latter, his name is Dexter Stone."

​Gwen peered at the screen, her camera at the ready. "Power unknown?"

​Jean turned to face them, nodding, "Yes. I would guess that's why my mind hasn't been able to fully track his location. He has unlocked his X-Gene, but it hasn't triggered yet, making his ability unknown. But I believe he's enrolled at the local school, and he is around your age. I think you two would be great at finding him and recruiting him. That said, first." She tapped a few keys on the holographic keypad before her, enlarging his photo. "I'll need you to do research on him, help me discover what exactly his powers are. I would do it myself, but with being in charge of this school, my plate is rather full. Just monitor him, once his powers are discovered, usually the first uses are spur of the moment, you'll notice it when it happens, you can requisition him." She let out a soft chuckle, a hint of exhaustion in it. "If he turns out to be a handful. Just call me, and I'll send the big guns."

​Gwen leaned closer, her camera's lens whirring as she zoomed in on the pixelated image of a teenage boy with messy brown hair and a bored expression. "He looks... average. Almost too average. We can handle this."

​"Alright, I hope to see him enrolled in my office by the end of the week." She took a deep sigh, using a hand to fan her chest as her breasts stretched obscenely against the green fabric of her suit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I've been here all day... I need to peel this sticky thing off and cool down."

​"TMI!" Tandy giggled, making her own set of perky boobs jiggle in her tight white crop top. "Okay, let's go bag us a mutant, partner." She nudged Gwen, who was still focused on the screen, before she nodded and the two headed out.

​It was a quarter past four when the sound of a car door from the driveway knocked me out of an incredibly deep sleep. I could tell by the dryness in my eyes and the crustiness of them that I had probably been asleep for more than a few hours. The last thing I remembered was going into my room to "lie down for a bit," but that "bit" apparently turned into the afternoon. I made the grave error of deciding to let out a quick jerk session before taking a brief nap, but they don't call me the king of edging for nothing because.. well, they don't call me that, but the point is, they should. It took me so long to reach my peak, as I edged to whatever sexy superheroine popped up on my computer screen, that not only must I have knocked myself the fuck out. But I lost half my day doing it, too.

​The first thing my tired eyes saw was my laptop screen bathed in a splatter of cum, while displaying a freeze frame of the Scarlet Witch with her own boobs launched into her face. That was a classic image when I get down to jerk town; I snagged it from a live stream where a lucky photographer managed to catch the Scarlet Witch, in her classic barely fitting red boob bulging corset, hot in the middle of a fight with Hydro-Man. The iconic water-based villain everyone knows of and actively references got a lucky blast of water dead on the reality warper, sending her huge boobs exploding into her own face, yet somehow the top stayed on. That thing must be magic. I had hoped this would be the day I could finally see the color of her nipples, but alas, no, back to imagining the exact nipple color tint for me. Instead of a boob spill, it was more like a boob blast, as her boobies were launched into her face, with the cleavage holding strong on that tiny top, moaterboating herself without the titties tipping out.

​Regardless of the lack of a nip slip or a full-on bosom unvailing, I still was met with quite the hot, humorous sight. One, I luckily screenshotted before it was pulled offline. If I had to bet, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. Those pesky agents of theirs did their thing and scrubbed the internet of the video. All I have is this one freeze frame, and I am far too afraid of them to share it online. It will just stay as one of the many sexy screenshots I've gotten over the years. As much as a video of that shot would've been nice, something about seeing these hotties clad in nothing but skimpy underwear or pajamas out in public, frozen for my leering, was always a hot go-to.

​So hot I might need to go for round two.

​I glanced down at my crotch. It wasn't morning anymore, but this wood was still raised.

​But that's when the front door opened.

​My mother's shrill, grating voice carried through the floorboards and into my room, even with the door shut. "Dexter! Are you home?!"

​"Yeah," I called back, my own voice raspy. My throat was parched. "I'm here."

​"Well, get down here and help with the groceries!"

​Oh. Right.

​I sighed and rolled out of bed, my stiff back protesting. My boxers were twisted uncomfortably around my thighs, and my t-shirt was rucked up under my armpits. I ran a hand through my messy brown hair and glanced in the mirror. Dark circles. A new personal best for looking like a slob. A quick splash of water on my face, a half-hearted attempt at taming my hair, and I was ready to face the music.

​I trudged down the stairs, my bare feet sticking to the cheap linoleum of the kitchen floor. The screen door slammed shut as my mom came in with another armful of bags.

​"Took you long enough," she huffed, setting the bags on the counter with a thud. "Don't just stand there, grab the rest from the car."

​I nodded, not in the mood for an argument. That was until I passed the living room and noticed my sister, Sydney, just relaxing on the couch without a care in the world. She was clearly posing for a post on her Instagram. With her big boobs and cute face, she had lots of online fans drooling for pictures of her. I'd know, don't tell anyone, but I've been one of her followers for a while. Not my best fap, but also far from the worst. She had this smug better-than-you energy that really made the jerk sessions hit different, maybe as a form of ****, or to mask my own insecurities, maybe both. But the thing that really ground my gears was that she just lay there, scrolling on her phone while I was expected to be the pack mule.

​"Sydney, get up and help," I said, my patience wearing thin.

​She didn't even look up from her phone. "No way, Dexter. I'm in the middle of something important." My brunette sister held lipstick up for the camera, posing with a kissing face before gently applying it.

​I felt a familiar surge of resentment. This was how it always was. Sydney was the golden child, and I was the… well, I was the one who was expected to carry the groceries. I was also the immature, love-breaking rules, prankster of the family, but in my defense, most of that shit comes from Sydney getting everything she wants, so I feel like I might as well just do whatever I want. I'll get punished every time, but I kinda just roll with the punches.

​"Mom! Can you tell Sydney to help?" I called out, my voice tight with frustration.

​"Dexter, just do it! Sydney's busy!" Of course. Of course, she was busy. Busy being useless. "Besides, she helped me go shopping, you can take in the bags."

​With gritted teeth, I stomped out to the car, slamming the screen door behind me. Mom shouted something behind the door, not happy that I was slamming things in her house. The late afternoon sun was hot on my skin as I went outside. Grabbing the last two bags. I noticed the neighborhood was a bit active at this time; most were returning from their Saturday commutes or spending the weekend off from work to get errands done around the house. I noticed Ms. Hudson, the hot, top-heavy Asian milf who used to babysit and tutor me, was out on her lawn watering her flowers. Her yoga pants hugged her wide hips perfectly, and her large breasts stretched the fabric of her simple white t-shirt. I'd definitely be thinking of her later.

​I grabbed Mom's things, the bag of milk cartons felt like it weighed a ton, and the handles of the other bag, full of canned goods, were digging into my fingers. As I lugged them back inside, I passed the living room again. Sydney was still on the couch, posing for that camera of hers. Whatever.

​Ignoring her, I lugged the heavy bags into the kitchen and dropped them on the counter with a loud clang. My mom, who had her back to me, whipped around. "Dexter! What have I told you about—"

​"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, it was heavy." I interrupted, already turning, I had pressure in my loins in much need of release. And Mom, with that sweaty brow and messy ponytail, wasn't exactly helping me cool down. The way her blouse clung to her chest from the humidity outside... damn. The things I'd do to see those knockers out in the open. No wonder Dad knocked her up twice. I bet they were still just as perky as they were when she was my age. But only far more plumped up with milk after having both kids. She had that classic soccer mom look, but with a body that just wouldn't quit. She also had that same smug look that Sydney always had, but hers was more "I'm an adult, I know better." It was a different kind of hot. The kind I couldn't really mess with the same I could with Sydney, since Mom calls the shots here with how little Dad is around, with him being in the military and all.

​"What did I say about interrupting me, young man?" Mom said, hands on her hips, as she looked down over her chest at me, "Are you even listening to me? Hello?" She snapped a finger in my face.

​I blinked, realizing I'd been staring. "What? Oh, yeah. Totally. Just... thinking." Luckily, she seemed to be fuming too much to put two and two together with where I was staring.

​She narrowed her eyes at me, a flicker of suspicion in them. Maybe she wasn't totally clueless. "Well, stop thinking and start putting these away."

​I rolled my eyes, but did as I was told. Milk in the fridge. Cans in the pantry. Bread in the breadbox. It was a mind-numbing, repetitive task. The whole time, I was acutely aware of my mom's presence, the scent of her perfume mixing with the faint smell of sweat and the grocery store. I could feel her eyes on me, a silent judgment that was almost a physical weight. It made me want to get out of there as soon as possible. I could tell something was coming.

​"Before you go," Mom said right as I was making my escape to my room, "I need you to show me your homework."

​I stopped dead in my tracks. "W-What?" I stammered, my heart starting to pound.

​"You heard me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Your teachers have been emailing me again. About missing assignments. About your grades slipping. I want to see everything. Now. I told you I'd want to see your progress when I got back, remember?"

​"Mom, I'll show you later, I-I just..."

​"No, Dexter. Now." She said, hands moving to her hips, before something else came to mind, "

​I could feel a panic rising in my chest. I'm absolutely fucked. I had totally forgotten Mom said she'd want to see my work later. I didn't get any of it done. Hell, outside of that, my room is an absolute mess, and it's clearly obvious I fell asleep jerking off. My laptop still has cum on it, not to mention the lewd freeze frame of the Scarlet Witch.

​Shit. Shit. Shit.

​"Fine," I mumbled, defeated. Not really having much of a choice against a direct order. I trudged back up to my room, my mom following close behind. My room was a mess, as usual. Clothes on the floor, an unmade bed, and the laptop, still open to that glorious image of the Scarlet Witch, once she saw it, she'd...

​"Actually, wait. I need to change into something more comfortable." Mom paused and admitted, after passing one of the wall-mounted mirrors and seeing her sweaty side profile. "I'll meet you in your room in five minutes." With a final, pointed look, she turned and walked into her own room, leaving me alone in the hallway.

​I breathed a sigh of relief. Five minutes. That was better than nothing. I scrambled into my room, closing the door behind me. I didn't have much time.

​Instantly, I told my Alexa, "Set a timer for four and a half minutes."

​I slammed my laptop shut. Thank god. Then, I frantically tried to clean up as much as I could. I grabbed a dirty sock from the floor and wiped at the sticky mess on my laptop screen. It just smeared it, making it look even worse. I grabbed a tissue from the box on my desk, then another, and another, scrubbing furiously until the screen was at least somewhat clean. Then I tossed the tissues and the sock under the bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

​But then that left my homework. I didn't do any of it. I am so screwed. I was about to accept my fate when a weird feeling washed over me. A strange sense of calm, like a switch had been flipped in my brain. The world around me seemed to... slow down. The faint sound of my mom moving around in her room, the hum of the air conditioner, even the frantic beating of my own heart—it all faded into a dull, distant thrum. It was then that I noticed a faint, shimmering haze in the air around me, almost like heat rising from asphalt on a hot day. I held up my hand, and the haze seemed to warp around it. I could feel it, a strange, tingling energy that was both a part of me and separate from me. Truth be told, it made no sense, none that I could explain, but I just thought about the timer on the Alexa, the one I had just set. ''What if...'' The thought popped into my head, unbidden. ''What if I had more time?''

​I focused on that thought, on the feeling of the energy around me. But just as quickly as it hit me, the sensation was gone. Interrupted as unabashedly as the blaring beep beep beep of the Alexa timer filled my room. My four and a half minutes were up. Meaning I had thirty seconds before an absolute chewing outing. I was always fine with getting punished here and there, but my eighteenth birthday was just last week, and Mom's been far more strict as of late. I think now that I'm legally an adult, she is much more open to treating me like one, which includes but isn't limited to being way harsher with her punishments than she had been before.

​I had thirty seconds to do something, anything. Maybe I could come up with some kind of excuse to appease her?

​"S-Shit! Alexa," I nearly shouted. "Stop!" The beeping ceased. I took a deep breath, my mind racing. Finally, peace and quiet. No soft buzzing abience, no alarming beeping alerting me to my impending grounding. No, Sydney is chatting to her friends loud enough to be heard from all the way in the living room. Hell, not even the outside ambiance was a bother, it was just nice, still quiet... too quiet...

Wait.

I didn't tell Sydney to be quiet (not that she would've shut up even if I had). I didn't turn off the AC. I didn't have the power to silence the chirping of birds outside my window. It was just... silent.

​Wordlessly, I approached the window, my feet sounding much louder against the carpet now that everything felt so still. The world outside my window was frozen. A bird, mid-flight, was suspended in the air just beyond the glass. Ms. Hudson was stopped mid-squat, her watering can tilted at an impossible angle, a single, perfectly formed droplet hanging from the spout. Her ass, perfectly shaped like a peach strained against the fabric of her yoga pants. Just to be thorough, and to get a better view of the... scenery. I retrieved the binoculars that I use for my usual peeping tom adventures, and took a good look at her ass, then my gaze traveled up to her tits. She had great big naturals that I'd love to motorboat. The white t-shirt she wore was damp from sweat and water, and her bra beneath was clearly visible. I swear I could even predict where her nipples were resting, with those hanging udders just a **** to gravity testing the bands of that bra.

​But it wasn't just her... Everything outside was frozen. The world was paused. What the fuck?

​"Okay," I whispered to myself, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Okay... don't freak out. Don't freak out." I looked at my hands. They were normal. My room was normal. But the world outside my window was a painting. A snapshot in time. Like those pictures I've jerked off to... but.. real, very, very real.

​Then it hit me. That weird feeling from before. The shimmering haze. The thought. ''What if I had more time?'' Did I do this? It looks like I'm the only one who can move... because.. like... do I have powers!?

​I was freaking out. I was freaking the fuck out. But it was a good kind of freaking out. It was the kind of freaking out you get when you win the lottery or find a twenty-dollar bill in an old pair of jeans. Actually, I'm broke; even a one-dollar bill would be a freakout! This was a power. A real, honest-to-god, superpower. Wait. no. No. No. No.

​I have to see this for myself. Up close.

​But. Oh, right.

​Without a second thought, I ran out of my bedroom, down to the living room, where, as I had expected, my sister, Sydney, was still in her pose, phone in hand, lips puckered and ready to be coated in the bright red lipstick she was holding. But she wasn't moving. She was a statue. I walked right up to her, my breath held tight in my chest. I looked into her wide, unblinking eyes. They were alive, active, totally her, just paused. She wasn't there, yet her expression said she was fully there. It's like this was a TV show, and he just hit pause on the remote.

​"Sydney?" I said, my voice barely a squeak. Nothing. I waved a hand in front of her face. Not even a flinch. I gently poked her cheek; her skin felt warm and soft, just like it always did. It was real. She was real. But she wasn't... on. "Hey, sis." I waved a hand in front of her face again, then pulled at her bottom lip. I moved the hand holding her lipstick, and like posing a doll, I shoved the stick up her nose. Still nothing. Huh. I had to get a better look. Her shirt was a low-cut V-neck, and with her posing for the camera, it provided the perfect opportunity for me to look right down her shirt. And I did. I leaned in close, my face just inches from her chest. I could see the lacy trim of her white bra, and the soft, pale skin of her cleavage.

​"Hey, nice cleavage, sis." I said, breathing right down into her top, "I can't believe I am seeing them this close." Her boobs were huge. They were even bigger than I thought. The bra was doing a lot of heavy lifting, but even so, they were impressive. I was tempted. So very, very tempted. Just a quick feel. Who would ever know?

​Oh, fuck it. I had time. Right? This was my power. My rules.

​My hand, trembling slightly, reached out. I hesitated for a second, my heart pounding in my ears. Then, I did it. I cupped her breast. It was heavy. Soft. Perfect. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my thumb brushing against the fabric of her bra. A shiver ran down my spine. This was real. This was actually happening. I was groping my frozen sister. I should have felt guilty, ashamed, but all I felt was a surge of pure, unadulterated power. I quickly pulled my hand away, my face flushed with a mix of excitement and fear.

​Then I noticed her phone. It was on the camera centered on her. I took it out of her hand, leaving her there with that dumb kissy face holding nothing. She looked ridiculous, especially with her lipstick shoved up her nose, and taking her phone... it was like stripping a mannequin of its possessions and watching it sit there, unaware. noticing that the camera view still followed me. So that still works. After that, I decided to test something else. I let go of the phone, instinctively expecting it to drop. Which it did, hitting the carpet with a muffled **THUD!** It's interesting that it fell when I noticed birds floating in the air. I began to place the device back in my sister's hand, and as I did, I noticed something else. It looked like the phone was floating now. I let go of it before placing it back in her outstretched hand. And... it's floating?

​"Hold on now..." I muttered.

​I let go of the phone again, imagining it would fall.

​It did. I caught it with my other hand.

​I tried again. Thinking about holding it. I let go. It floated.

​Then I thought about it falling. It fell. I caught it again.

​Okay. So I was controlling the phone. Or.. the physics of the phone. That meant everything else... the bird, Ms. Hudson... they were all suspended by my will. This wasn't just a pause button. This was... me. I was holding the world in place. I could move things within it. I could interact with them. Like... shit. Like this.

​Going for broke, I grabbed my sister by the front of her shirt and just... yanked her up. I lifted her right off the couch, her body surprisingly light, and into the air. Then I stepped back as she floated, still posed as if she were about to take a selfie. Since I didn't want her to be affected by gravity, she stayed there.

​"Holy shit..."

​I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. It was a giddy, slightly unhinged sound. This was incredible. The possibilities were endless. The homework, the chores, my mom's lectures... they all seemed so insignificant now. With a backhanded shove, I pushed her into the middle of the room, watching her drift like a broken balloon before stopping. She hung there, a perfect, porcelain doll in the middle of the living room. I could do anything to her. Anything. And she'd never know.

​The thought was a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. My cock, which had been dormant in the face of my panic, was now straining against the fabric of my boxers, demanding attention. I thought about the Scarlet Witch on my laptop screen, a frozen fantasy, paused on a two-dimensional screen. This was three-dimensional. This was real. And it was warm, soft flesh I was thinking about. Sydney's dumb kissy face floated right into my line of sight, which gave me another idea. "You don't mind if I taste your lipstick, right?" I asked her frozen form. I leaned in, closing my eyes and pressing my lips against hers. They were soft and still, a little waxy from the lipstick she was about to apply. It wasn't a passionate kiss; it was more of a curious, exploratory one. A claim. I broke away after a moment, a smear of the bright red color now on my own lips. I licked it away. It tasted cheap but with a hint of cherry. "Tastes like you." I chuckled to myself.

​I could do anything.

​Fuck I could do anything!

​All this was making me a little dizzy..

​I brought my hands up to her face and decided to fix that expression of hers, gently repositioning her face to a neutral, almost blank expression. I moved her arms so they were crossed under her chest, which unintentionally pushed her boobs up even more. Perfect. Now she looked like a life-sized doll, a custom-made action figure, just for me.

​But there's someone else I had to visit...

​I pushed Sydney's floating frozen figure back over to the couch. Then, I looked over towards the stairs that led up to the master bedroom. I think Mom might want some company, too, and who am I to deny her that?

​I had to see.

​I climbed the stairs two at a time, my bare feet silent on the carpeted steps. The world remained frozen in my wake. The digital clock on the wall in the hallway was stuck at 4:27 PM. The faint, almost imperceptible hum of the house was gone, replaced by a profound, unnerving silence. I stood before my mom's closed bedroom door, my hand resting on the cool brass of the doorknob. I took a deep breath, my heart thumping a wild, frantic rhythm against my ribs.

​I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

​The room was tidy, unlike mine. The bed was made, and the surfaces were clear. My mom was standing in front of her full-length mirror, her back to me. She had taken off her sweaty blouse and was standing there in just her jeans and a plain white bra. Her back was to me, and I had a perfect view of her toned, athletic back and the way her jeans hugged her ass. She was examining her reflection, her hands on her hips, a critical look on her face. She was probably thinking about how she looked, about the dinner she had to cook, about the lecture she was about to give her deadbeat son. She was a whirlwind of thoughts and responsibilities, all of them frozen solid.

​Her bra was a simple, functional thing, but it did little to hide the fact that she was stacked. The straps dug into her shoulders slightly, and I could see the soft swell of her breasts spilling out from the sides and top of the cups. I've always wanted to see them, to feel them, to know what they looked like without the confines of that fabric. And now... now I could.

​I walked up behind her, my movements slow and deliberate. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. I could smell her perfume, a floral scent that mixed with the faint, salty smell of her sweat. I stood behind her, my reflection joining hers in the mirror. I saw my own face, flushed and excited, next to her frozen, unaware one. This was it. The moment of truth.

​My hands trembled as I reached out. I hooked my fingers under the straps of her bra. The fabric was taut against her skin. I took a deep breath and pulled. The straps slid down her shoulders, catching for a moment before giving way. The clasp in the back was a simple metal hook. I fumbled with it for a second, my fingers clumsy with excitement. Then, it came undone.

​I pulled the bra away.

​Her breasts spilled out, heavy and full. They were pale, with a slight tan line from her swimsuit. Her nipples were a delicate pink, slightly puckered from the cool air of the room. They were perfect. Better than I had ever imagined. I let the bra fall to the floor, my eyes glued to her reflection. I watched myself reach out and cup one of her breasts in my hand. It was warm, soft, and heavy. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my thumb brushing over her nipple. It hardened under my touch.

​"Damn, Mom," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "You're hiding a masterpiece under there."

​I felt a surge of power so intense it was almost dizzying. I was in control. I was the one calling the shots. Not her. Not my bratty sister. Me. I turned her around, her body moving as easily as a doll's. Now she was facing me, her naked chest on full display. Her expression was still frozen, a look of mild annoyance on her face. It was perfect. Going off instinct, I lifted both boobs, feeling them in my palms; they were heavy, like ripe, meaty fruit. So full, so natural. Bouncing my hands up and down, I watched as they too followed along, jiggling hypnotically. Gravity was working fine. Next, I lifted them up, comedically covering her own face, and when I let go, they remained there, defying gravity. I held them in place with my power. I wanted to see this. I wanted to see what she looked like with her own tits smothering her annoyed expression.

Then, with a thought, I mentally let go.

With a soft, wet smack, her breasts fell back into their natural, gravity-defying, perky position, slapping against her rib cage. I let out a choked laugh. This was better than any candid superheroine photo. Better than any movie.

This was real. And it was all mine.

​But I could do more than just look. I could... touch...

​My hand trailed down her stomach, my fingers tracing the waistband of her jeans. I could feel the slight tremor in my own hand, a mix of adrenaline and something else, something darker, more primal. The button on her jeans was a simple metal disc. I popped it open with my thumb. The sound of the zipper coming down was loud in the silence, a rasp of metal teeth that seemed to echo in the stillness.

​I hooked my thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans and tugged. They were tight, clinging to her hips and thighs. I had to wiggle them down, inch by inch. I could see the lacy top of her panties, a matching white to her discarded bra. Finally, with a final tug, the jeans pooled around her ankles, leaving her in just her underwear.

​Her panties were simple, but the way they hugged her hips was anything but. I could see the faint outline of her lips through the thin fabric. I knelt down, my face level with her crotch. I could smell her, a faint, musky scent that was both familiar and intoxicating. I leaned in, my nose almost touching the fabric. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with her scent.

​"Mom," I breathed, the word a ghost of a sound.

​I looked at her face, at the furrow in her brow, the slight purse of her lips. "You look so stressed, Mom," I said to her frozen form. "You should be happier." Getting back up, I moved my hands to her face and started to mold her expression. I smoothed the frown from her brow. I softened her lips, pulling them down into a relaxed, almost blissful state. I even tilted her head slightly, as if she were enjoying this.

​There. Now she looked like she wanted this. Like she was enjoying it. And in a way, she was. She was giving her son the greatest gift of all: complete and total control.

​Then I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth. It was warm and tasted faintly of sweat and perfume. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling it harden under my tongue. It was interesting how my power seemed to allow certain motions even in this frozen world. It was a strange sensation. Her skin was warm, yet she was functionally a doll.

​Leaning back from her nipple, a string of saliva kept my lip and her nipple together for a second before breaking away. With my tongue still out from the feeling of my mom's nipple, I looked at her frozen face, which I arranged to have a look of pleasure. She was so beautiful like this.

​"You know, Mom," I said, my voice a low murmur. "You work too hard. You deserve to just air out any stress."

​I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin lace. This was it. The final frontier. The one thing I had only ever seen in my wildest dreams and on my laptop screen. I took a deep breath, my heart hammering against my ribs, and pulled. The lace slid down her legs, revealing her to me in all her glory. She was beautiful. A neat patch of dark hair, slightly trimmed, framed her sex. Her lips were full, slightly parted. I could see the faint glisten of moisture on them. She was wet. Or maybe that was just sweat. Or maybe... maybe a part of her, on some subconscious level, knew what was happening and was enjoying it. The thought sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to my cock.

​As I had done with Sydney, I lifted her into the air, despite her being a full-grown woman, taller and stronger than me; it was like lifting a balloon. She was floating in the air, her face a frozen, blissful grin, eyes gazing off onto the wall. I spread her legs apart, then her arms, so that she looked like she was performing a strange T pose or windmill. My mom was a canvas. A masterpiece waiting to be... appreciated. And windmill was an appropriate term because the next thing I did was...

​"Wheee~!" I said as I spun her in the air like the blades of a pinwheel. Her long hair flowed, her boobs and butt jiggled. I spun her faster and faster, enjoying the view of her from all angles. The view of her from behind as I spun her was especially tantalizing; her ass was a perfect peach shape. I slowed her down, then stopped her, facing me. Then, I thought for a moment. I needed a better place for this. My bed was a mess, but hers was made. Perfect.

​Taking a step back, my eyes drank in the sight. My own mother, naked and floating in the middle of her room, was completely at my mercy, how the power dynamics have switched. My dick was so hard it hurt. I had to release it. I shucked my boxers, my cock springing free, slapping against my stomach with a wet smack. It was rock hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

​I guided her floating form over to the bed, her limbs still spread. Then, with a gentle push, I laid her down on the comforter. She sank into the soft mattress, her limbs sprawling. She looked so peaceful, so serene. Like a sleeping princess in a fairy tale. Except she was my mom. And she was naked. And I was about to...

​Fuck it.

​I climbed onto the bed, my knees sinking into the soft comforter. I knelt between her legs, my eyes devouring her. I held my cock, I leaned close and reached out with my dick, tracing a line from her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, to the neat patch of hair between her legs.

​After trailing her with a string of precome, I leaned back and started to stroke myself, my eyes locked on her. On her breasts, her stomach, the curve of her hips, the dark patch of hair between her legs. My movements became faster, more frantic. I could feel the pressure building, the familiar, tightening sensation in my balls. Until.. I came.

​It was a powerful, intense orgasm that left me breathless. Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot from my cock, painting her body in thick, white stripes. One landed across her breasts, another on her stomach, a third splattered across her thigh. I watched, mesmerized, as a final, smaller glob of semen dripped from the tip of my cock and landed right on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. It was a masterpiece. My masterpiece.

​For a long moment, I just knelt there, panting, my chest heaving. The sight of my mother, covered in my cum, was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. But as the adrenaline-fueled high began to fade, a flicker of something else took its place. Not guilt. Not really. More like... curiosity. What now?

​I could leave her like this. Let her wake up, confused and covered in my semen. The thought was tempting, in a chaotic, prankster kind of way. But it was also... messy. And risky. What if she figured it out?

​No. I had to clean her up. But I didn't want to. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy this a little longer. I leaned down, my face inches from her stomach, where a thick glob of my cum was slowly sliding down her skin. Okay first.

​I took pictures. I've always been a fan of candid images, freeze frames to enjoy later. But something tells me freezing things won't be much of an issue, at least once I get the hang of how this power works.

​Oh, this is amazing... A slow, wide grin spread across my face. It's crazy how quickly my earlier panic was replaced by a giddy, exhilarating sense of possibility. I was Dexter Stone, the eighteen-year-old loser who couldn't even be bothered to do his homework. And now... now I could stop fucking time. My mind reeled with the possibilities. I could get away with anything. If I didn't live in a crazy world with superheroes and villains dressed in underwear and spandex, with flashy, unbelievable superpowers, I'd think this was a dream.

​This wasn't a dream, right? I pinched myself. Hard. It hurt.

​Not a dream.

​Okay, welp, with the pictures taken, I went to clean up after Mom. She made a mess, silly woman. I wiped down the cum, redressed her (putting the bra back on her took longer than I'd like to admit.) Then I tried my best to pose her exactly where I had found her initially. I even made sure to go back to Sydney and pull the lipstick out of her nose. Hopefully, she doesn't instantly go back to using it, knowing where it's been. Actually, I don't give a shit.

​Once in my room, I was ready for time to resume.

​And...

​Oh shit. How do I start time again? Fuck....

​FUCK!

​Ugh, my head was starting to hurt like hell, too, now that the adrenaline and exciting rush were wearing off.

​"Okay, Dex, don't panic," I whispered to myself, my voice sounding unnaturally loud in the absolute silence. "Just... figure this out."

I thought about my mom, about her coming into my room and seeing the mess, the lack of homework, the incriminating laptop. What did I do... to start this? I was cleaning my room, the alarm went off, and I said...

​I blinked.

​No way it's that simple. My eyes moved over to my Alexa.

​"Start," I said aloud.

​Suddenly, the world roared back to life. The hum of the air conditioner kicked in. Outside, the bird that had been frozen mid-air vanished in a blur of motion. From the living room, I heard a faint, confused murmur from Sydney. And a few moments later (after she put a shirt on, no doubt), from the hallway, the sound of my mom's footsteps as she approached my room.

​It worked. It fucking worked.

​The door creaked open, and there she was. My mom, fully dressed in her clean clothes, her brow furrowed in that familiar way that meant I was in trouble.

​"Alright, Dexter," she said, hands planted firmly on her hips, chest thrust forward. Her full breasts gave a soft, heavy bounce as she shifted her weight, the motion pulling her shirt tight across her chest for a moment. "Let's see it."

​I took a deep breath, heart hammering with excitement more than fear. I pointed at my laptop. "Go ahead." I couldn’t help the smug little smirk that crept onto my face. I had all the time in the world now.

​My eyes snapped open. Wait. I didn’t do my homework.

​Shit!

​She strode over to the desk, hips swaying, and her boobs bounced again with each purposeful step, two full, jiggling rises and falls that made the fabric of her top strain deliciously. She flipped the laptop open. The screen glowed to life, showing nothing but blank white pages. "Son. I can see your school's website up here. Where is the work? Your history paper? The math worksheets? All I see are a bunch of blank pages."

​"Uh..." I leaned in, holding in a nervous swallow.

​"Aha! I thought so!" she yelled, voice rising sharply. Her breasts heaved with the angry breath she took. "I told you I was going to be checking your work! This is what I get for trying to be a cool mom, huh? All those emails from your teachers... they were all true!"

​"Look, Mom, I can explain..."

​She thrust her hand up, palm out. "Save it. Just... save it. You know what? Forget it. You're not going to listen. You never listen. I don't know what to do with you anymore." Her shoulders squared, chest rising again with another frustrated bounce. "Actually, I know what to do. You're in big trouble, young man. From now on I'm confis—"

​"M-Mom!"

​"Don't you dare interrupt me, mister!" Mom snapped, rising to her full height, breasts lifting prominently with the motion. "I'm done with your—"

​"Mom! Rewind a bit!"

​The world stuttered.

​Then time snapped backward.

​A wide, surprised grin spread across my face as I watched.

​Mom's raised hand lowered smoothly as her mouth moved in reverse. Her voice came out warped and eerie, every word playing backward, each syllable flipped and unnatural:

"—ruoy htiw enod m'I !retsim em tpurretni erad uoy t'noD"

​Her body shrank back down from her full height, shoulders rolling forward instead of squaring. The frustrated bounce of her chest reversed into a smooth, gravity-defying compression, breasts settling as she stepped away from the desk in reverse, hips swaying backward. The laptop lid closed by itself under her retreating fingers.

​Holy shit… this was hot. Seeing her like this, furious, authoritative, completely in control, only for me to just undo it? The power swap hit different. My normally bossy mom, unraveling in reverse just because I willed it. My pulse kicked up for an entirely new reason.

​"!eurt lla erew yeht ...srehcaet ruoy morf sliame esoht llA ?huh ,mom looc a eb ot gniyrt rof teg I tahw si sihT !krow ruoy gnikcehc eb ot gniog saw I uoy dlot I"

​I couldn’t stop grinning. The way her tits moved in reverse, rising first, then settling, was mesmerizing. Seeing her storm away from me instead of toward me, all that angry mom energy getting sucked back in… it was addictive. She thought she had me cornered. Now I had her.

​"!ereh pu etisbew s'loohcs ruoy ees nac I .noS"

​The screen dimmed and closed completely as she moved farther away, her hand lifting off the mouse in reverse. Another reversed jiggle rolled through her chest as she continued retreating toward the doorway, body language shifting from furious to mildly annoyed in perfect rewind.

​".segap knalb fo hcnub a era ees I llA ?steehskrow htam ehT ?repap yrotsih ruoy ?krow eht si erehW"

​By the time her final backward step carried her to where she’d first entered the room, hips swaying in reverse and chest settling calmly, I was full-on smiling, half-hard and buzzing with the thrill of it. The timeline trembled around us, waiting for me to release it.

​I let the moment linger just a second longer, savoring the sight of my mom completely powerless against my rewind.

​I followed her reversing back into the hallway, to my surprise, only Mom was the one reversing, as Sydney had clearly heard the commotion and come to watch me get my ass handed to me. She stood in the hallway, arms crossed, looking eager for the show. But now her eyes went wide as she watched our mom, hips and chest moving in perfect reverse. Undisturbed by her daughter, Mom’s body continued its reversed retreat, breasts rising first, then settling with that eerie, gravity-defying motion as she stepped back down the hall

​"Um, Mom?" She blinked, confusion more than a little evident on her face, "What the hell is goin—"

​"Sydney, reverse."

​The words left my mouth with a thrill that shot straight down my spine.

​around Sydney instantly stuttered. Her mouth froze mid-word, then began playing backward. Her confused expression melted in reverse as her arms uncrossed and dropped to her sides. She took a smooth step backward, away from the scene, her own chest giving a soft, reversed bounce under her shirt as she moved.

​“—gni og si lleh eht tahW” came out of her mouth in that same warped, reversed voice, the syllables flipping unnaturally. “?moM ,mU”

​She kept walking backward down the hallway, body language shifting from curious and amused to completely unaware, like she was simply returning to her room in reverse. Her ponytail swung the wrong way. Another gentle reverse jiggle rolled through her chest as she retreated.

​I stood there in the hallway, watching both of them unwind at my command. Mom, still angrily reversing from her scolding, and now Sydney, caught mid-snoop and dragged back into normal time flow in reverse. The power rush was intoxicating. My own mother and sister, completely at the mercy of my whim. I could keep them like this as long as I wanted.

​My grin turned downright wicked as I followed their reversing forms, savoring every backward sway of their hips and every impossible bounce of their breasts moving against gravity. Decided to go after Mom, I entered the room with her and watched as she undressed in reverse. Seeing boobs bounce backward was a new experience for me to really appreciate in person.

​"Stop!" I said, and like before, the world around me paused. With a smirk, I gave Mom's frozen ass a slap. Then headed back to my bedroom. Now I had all the time in the world to finish up my homework.