Mama's boy's pussy jump, redux, and re-redux, and...

Sliding the door open with barely a finger, I walked back out, hands on naked hips, and inhaled all the oxygen into my sorry lungs.

"Mom," I declared, "let's FUCK!"

Like a shot of gunfire starting a race, Janice Doe jumped up, turned, threw her glass of apple cider into the pool, and drilled her eyes into me with a sensual stroke of the side of her legs. "YES, John! You got it!"

Then she set off on a solidly poised run and pounced on me, and though it took a while through the kisses and smooches, I finally found her pussy and pulled her pesky bikini bottom to the side. Like unrestrained rabbits we nailed each other there, on the ground, fucking hard and good and considerably, this time.

I was smiling to myself like a third-grader in his first massage chair. This was just too good.

Too good.

***

"Mom," I jumped through the door, rolled, and propped up on my feet with my hands widely outstretched over my head. "DICK IN YOUR CLIT!"

"Diiiick in my cliiii-iiiit," sang Janice Doe as she spread her legs with not a second of hesitation. The next moment she was being impaled by my son-ly penis, all while doing some crosswords with Mary and Rena and Laureen.

***

Splash!

Throwing water out of my hair as I emerged from under the pool water, "Suck me off inside here, Mom!" And she primed for her trademark dive.

***

"Lemme fuck your face, mother!"

Glug-glug-glug-gug

***

"Mom, let me fuck your thighs!!"

"All yours, sweetie."

***

Swish, went the door.

"Rena, Mary, and Laureen," I directed, "get on all fours on your lounge chairs and stretch like a cat!!"

As the three women laughed (but obeyed, obviously) I pulled out my cellphone. Some set aside a magazine or glass of refreshment before getting to position. Then, they each placed both their knees on the chairs and clutched the tops of them as they arched their slender backs, Mary even looking back to smile at the camera. Three womanly, mature asses, all on display before me, like harvest's scrumptious arrival.

I lifted up my cellphone.

Snap

Snap snap.

Snap!

***

Plop.

"Sheesh," I rubbed an eye, and shook a strand of hair loose from over my forehead. "What time is it?"

It had felt like years, but only a few hours had passed since I first acquired my... you know. World-Owning privileges. Yeah.

Those.

Those were but a handful of hours ago.

And so, only a couple hours since I first fucked Mom.

I leaned into the sofa, and lent a faint, quick stroke to my finally clothed penis.

How many times had I fucked her in that time window? I wasn't even sure. It wasn't like a hundred. But it was definitely a lot. In fact it felt a blur. And it was almost evening now.

I slapped my forehead. Why didn't I think of resetting the time back to that original point of sexual intercourse every time I went out there to do her? That would've left me with more time in the day, at least.

Oh, well.

Sure, it was still doable now. But... I don't know, I didn't want to use my powers all willy-nilly after mistakes like such. I think going wild-child with them was fun, and I'd be down to remake some aspects of people or the world full sale if I so felt like it (and if I really, truly could). But like a game on god mode, to some extent, I liked having at least a little, small illusion of a tug of war in place. Makes the release ever the more satisfying, most of the time.

Which, maybe there was a tug of war, anywho. Who knew what awaited me if I just sent down showers of my uncontestable will onto the earth? Maybe there was some kind of horrible ceiling to this if I took it too far.

I dunno. Maybe, that was overthinking it.

Quietly, I stared at my dick. My clothed one, that is.

How did you manage all of that, huh?

Hand to my chin, I concluded it had to be some subconscious blanket effect from my own abilities at work, and left it at that.