More Reinforcement

As the evening progressed, Mozeus continued to gaslight his mother, planting suggestions in her mind that she was a slutty, submissive woman who lived to serve her son's sexual desires. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, praising her cooking while simultaneously degrading her, making her feel like the most important person in the world and the lowest whore simultaneously. It was a delicate dance, one that required finesse and control.

Tiffany, for her part, seemed to be slipping deeper and deeper under his spell. She moved with a newfound grace, her every gesture designed to please him. When he snapped his fingers, she would drop whatever she was doing and come to him, her eyes shining with a **** need that was almost heartbreaking.

Mozeus knew that the key to maintaining his control was to keep her in a constant state of arousal and confusion. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how much he loved her, while simultaneously degrading her, calling her his slutty little whore. It was a heady mix, and she ate it up, her cheeks flushing with a mix of pleasure and shame.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, he began to plant new seeds of doubt in her mind. He spoke of her father, how he never truly appreciated her, how he never saw the real Tiffany. "You deserve so much more than what he gives you," he cooed, stroking her hair. "You know, Mom, I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world.

Tiffany looked up at him, her eyes misty with unshed tears. "What about your father Mozeus?" she whispered. "Doesn't this make me a bad wife?"

Mozeus leaned in closer, his hand cupping her cheek. "Dad's love is a prison," he murmured, his voice like a siren's song. "He doesn't see the goddess that you truly are. He doesn't appreciate your beauty, your passion, your fire." His thumb traced the outline of her lip, his gaze never leaving hers. "But I do, Mom. I see you for who you really are."

Her heart fluttered in her chest, his words a sweet balm to the wounds her husband had inflicted. She had always felt unappreciated, used, and now, here was her son, telling her that she was more than enough. That she deserved to be worshiped. "But your father," she began, her voice wavering.

"Dad's a fool," Mozeus said, his voice filled with conviction. "He doesn't deserve you. He doesn't see what I see. You're mine now, Mom. My beautiful, obedient slut. And I'll always make you feel good." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. Her body melted into his, the taste of him on her tongue as intoxicating as the whispers of the mind control machine.