More frozen family fun

It's crazy how fast time could fly when time wasn't moving at all. Really. It was.

I could have spent an eternity exploring this time-stopped world. And maybe I did; I really couldn't tell one way or the other, and that in and of itself was exhilarating. No more were the days of Dexter the idiot always late for this and for that, no more annoying nagging from Mom or Sydney, and best of all, I could now actually be as perverted as I wanted to be, with the entire world as my playground and its people as my toys. The whole day stretched out before me, a wide-open canvas of possibilities. Homework could wait. In fact, everything could wait! I am a god! Or at least that was the first phase of thoughts that went through my head. I thought of all the ways I could just freeze my way out of situations; late for school? Just freeze time, and get there when I get there; it's not like all those statues, paused in suspended animation, would care or even notice. About to get caught for being a peeping tom, or sporting a hard-on in the worst of situations? Freeze the world and slip away. Life3 is just full of situations where everyone lets me know I'm not in control, but when time is a force beyond all comprehension, and I can control it at will? Well fuck my butt and call me Kelly.

Not literally, but I could do that to my neighbor if I wanted to; I think that Milf, Ms. Hudon's first name is Kelly. Hell, I could do anything! Even if I got caught slipping into class late, caught wanking it in the school bathroom, or even being caught by the cops for running through the streets naked dick slapping every fine ass in sight... stopping time wouldn't stop the consequences, as eventually I'd have to resume it, eventually I'd have to face consequences...

Oh wait, no. I wouldn't... because apparently I can just fucking... rewind time itself! Like... holy shit! Even if I were to get in trouble... it wouldn't fucking matter! I'd just rewind it and try again! I felt like I was living in a video game. For all I knew about my powers, I had a quick save, quick load abilities just waiting to be discovered or unlocked next!

I sat there for a while, just thinking. The power was a drug, and I was already an addict. But I needed to be smart about it. I couldn't just go around rewinding every little mistake... actually wait, I can. Fuck me. I can do anything! I was getting a bit of a headache, but I just attributed it to the audacity of all this. It's a lot to take in. And that is all without mentioning how fucking hot it was to have this much control outside of what it could do. I mean, most of my jerking adventures just fall into me beating one off to videos; I had a thrill being able to suspend hotties in a paused state, or slowed down, maybe rewind to rewatch the perfect jiggle. The real thing was something else, but just being able to watch, however long and however speed or angle I'd want, was a thrill in and of itself. The simple pause-and-play button did wonders for me. It had a psychological angle with it that got me off; with videos or streams, these chicks put themselves into whatever pose jolted my weaner. I didn't pose them like that; she decided to jump on her heels, causing a soft ripple over that teasing cleavage, thus allowing me to play that hypnotic motion on loop for hours on end. It's not my fault I have her ass paused in frame when she bent down in front of the camera; I'm just reacting to the frozen position she chose to make, and zooming in as I chose to on those cheeks as if I could eat, sniff, and devour that cake through the screen...

Yes... I often found myself down bad, royally. Which only goes to show how fucking free I am now that I'm not just limited to digital screens. Ohhh baby! Now I can zoom in... in person! Touching is only one of the many options on the table here. I actually found myself jerking off in the hallway. I had told time itself to resume, but Mom and Sydney were still reversing. By now Sydney was back at the couch, taking pictures of herself like she's some famous e-celebrity. And Mom was saying... something, "—sgab eht ni ekat nac uoy ,gnippohs og em depleh ehs ,sediseB" I honestly think she was responding to me asking her to make my sister help with the groceries, but it's hard to tell.

I actually ended up cumming from that sight alone; my cock shot ropes of seed onto the MILF still flapping her lips in reverse. And boy did she keep going, not seeming to notice or care that there was a large sum of chode all over her jeans and shirt. Not that she could notice; she was just going back through her own previous motions. This was the same woman who held so much power over my life: two words, "You're grounded," and that's it, I'm locked away. But now...? Fuck. It didn't need to be said.

I walked over to Mom, my dick still twitching with excitement, and my mind reeling with the possibilities. "Mom, resume."

The reversing hold time had on Mom cut out without any fanfare as she re-spoke her lecture, completely oblivious to the cum that was now soaking into her jeans. Amusingly, Sydney was still reversing, blabbering some absolute nonsense from the couch that our mother didn't quite hear. "—Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." her words died out upon glancing towards my fully revealed, rock-hard member and me. Her eyes went wide; she gasped aloud, "Dexter! What the—"

"Mom, loop." I blurted to the flustered mother of two.

And just like that, she was repeating herself. "-Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." It wasn't just her words; she also repeated the action of turning around and gasping in shock, eyes going wide, saying, "Dexter! What the— Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." *Gasp~* "Dexter! What the—" Over and over again. Her gasp, her shock, the way her tits would bounce with the sudden jolt of her body each cycle... it was hypnotic. It was a perfect, repeating loop of maternal outrage, surprise, and disgust. Her body was stuck, like a GIF on my computer screen, except I was the one who'd created it. *Gasp~* "Dexter! What the— Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." The shock on her face each cycle was pure, unadulterated. I could watch this forever. I could do this forever.

"Sydney, stop," I called out, not even looking away from my mother's looping form. A smirk on my face. I briefly left my mother in her endless loop, heading out to find my bratty sister. Sydney was posed, phone held up, frozen on her couch. I reached out and grabbed the phone from her. It was still stuck in selfie mode. I looked at her face, that perfect, pouty expression she always made for her photos. She thought she was so hot. And she was, let's be honest. But now she was my hot. My doll.

Without a word, I easily dragged her by the leg; the frozen brat floated through the air like a balloon of sorts until I posed the doll of a sister in position to see her looping mother. "Mom, you know what your next line is, right?" I asked, turning to the gasping Milf.

In response, Mom's loop continued. "—Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." Her head turned; she gasped, not at me this time, but at her daughter, posed for a photo, since I was standing in a totally different spot. "Dexter! What the—"

"Sydney, play." I commanded.

My sister came back to life, and I quickly heard a sudden, less mature, and more cute gasp from her as she, too, was released from her own time-controlled state. "What the—? What's going on? Mom, why are you—" Sydney stammered, her voice full of confusion as she stumbled into the kitchen, her previous position hadn't even had her feet firmly on the floor, the instant jerk back into a moving world with physics caused her to almost lose balance, only for her to freeze on her own occord upon the sight of our mother, trapped in her bizarre, repeating tirade. Then she quickly turned and saw me. And my dick. Her eyes, twin mirrors of my mother's initial shock, widened.

"Sydney, loop." I said with a smirk, not even missing a beat.

"What the—? What's going on? Mom, why are you—" she repeated, her head whipping back and forth between me and my looping mother. "What the—? What's going on? Mom, why are you—" Another loop. Perfect.

Mom replied to her looping daughter, with a loop of her own, "—Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." *Gasp~* "Dexter! What the—"

The sounds of their overlapping, repeating voices filled the house, a symphony of confusion and shock that I had composed. It was the most beautiful music I had ever heard. Two of the most important women in my life, the ones who held the most power over me, were now nothing more than malfunctioning animatronics in the theme park of my life.

I just stood there for a moment, my erection twitching with pure, unadulterated power. I could get used to this. I could really get used to this. No, I will get used to this. I mean, forgetting Sydney. The sight of my mom, this pillar of authority in my life, stuck in a ridiculous, repeating loop, if I had to get rid of everything else, was the most empowering thing I had ever experienced. It was better than the pause. The loop was my masterpiece. I could leave her like this forever, a broken record, endlessly cycling through her shock and disgust. A permanent, looping "Dexter! What the—" for my personal amusement. My dick, which had just been satisfied, was getting hard again. The sheer control, the utter violation... it was a heady cocktail of power and perversion.

"Mom, Sydney, stop." The loops ceased. They were both frozen, my mom mid-gasp, mouth frozen in a perfect "O," While my sister was mid-bewildered glare. They were a perfect tableau of female emotions. I walked up to them, my dick still leading the way. I looked at my mom's face, then at my sister's. The resemblance was striking. They both had the same subservience to the time god that was their son and brother.

Time God- that had a nice ring to it. Maybe I could be the next big villain! This fun I was having certainly wasn't heroic.

Dex, the new god of the Stone household, watching the two women who used to run my life with an iron fist, now reduced to my personal, glitching porn stars. But alas... I had work to do. Literally.

Well... It's not like I was in a rush... right?

Time was frozen. For fucks sake.

The kitchen was dead silent again. No, the world. Was dead silent. After a few minutes, Mom stood frozen right in front of me, one hand still half-raised like she was about to jab a finger in my chest, mouth open mid-snap. Her chest was thrust forward from the motion, those heavy tits of hers straining against her shirt in that familiar angry bounce that had gotten frozen mid-rise. Sydney was a few steps behind her, arms crossed, that smug little “watch him get in trouble” smirk stuck on her face like it had been glued there.

I let out a slow breath and grinned, perversion etched all over my features; subtlety was not my strong suit.

"Alright… let’s have some fun before I actually do this stupid homework." My dick twitched. "Some... more fun."

My mind couldn't really tell time, but my dick certainly could. It must've been long enough since the last splurt of passion.

I started with Mom.

Stepping right up to her, I hooked my fingers under the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, bunching it above her bra. The same plain white one from before. I didn’t bother being gentle this time. I reached around, popped the clasp with a quick twist, and let those fat tits spill out into the open air again. They dropped with that heavy, natural sway I was already getting addicted to. I gave them a rough squeeze, thumbing over her nipples until they stiffened under my fingers.

“Fuck, these things are ridiculous,” I muttered, giving them a little upward bounce just to watch them jiggle.

I posed her arms for me, lifting them up so her hands were behind her head like she was stretching. It pushed her chest out even more, those heavy udders on full display. Then I grabbed her face and tilted her head down a little so she was “looking” at her own exposed tits with that same annoyed expression frozen on her face. It's literally moving a doll. Except this doll is the monarch of the household and keeps the lights on with her iron-clad authority... Perfect. I gave her left nipple a quick suck, swirling my tongue around it the same way I had earlier, just because I could. A thin string of spit connected my mouth to her when I pulled back.

Then I moved on to Sydney. My sister was still in the kitchen behind, waiting patiently for her turn for fuckery, frozen with the same sassy look I had formed on her paused face moments ago. I tugged her V-neck down, freeing those cute perky tits of hers. They weren’t as heavy as Mom’s, but they were rounder, firmer, and sat higher on her chest. I gave them both a firm grope, squeezing them together so her cleavage deepened, then flicked her nipples with my thumbs until they poked out stiff.

"Could've just got up your bitchy ass," I told her frozen face, before turning her without any ounce of care to give her toosh a solid slap, "Maybe I would've felt bad and kept you out of this had you bothered to just stand up."

I posed her too, arms behind her back, back arched, chest pushed out like she was offering herself. Then I shoved two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and holding her jaw open. "Nah, I probably would've done this anyway." She looked ridiculous. Hot, but ridiculous.

With both of them properly displayed and posed in the kitchen like living mannequins, I finally went back to my room. Dragging them along by their tits into my bedroom. I sat at my desk, pulled up the blank assignments, and actually started working. Every few minutes I’d get up, stretch, and relax by messing with them some more. I’d grope Mom’s tits again, slap them together, watch them ripple. I’d go back to Sydney and motorboat her ass for a solid thirty seconds just because I could. I even floated Sydney over to lay perpendicular to my lap as I worked, posing her face just a hair away from my crotch, with every pulse of my dick I'd just shove her face down, the pressure, warmth, and weness from her lips kissing my cock gave me the jolt of energy I needed. It was like a Barbie doll was just waiting to suck me off while I typed. Of course, all the while, Mom was posing, giving two thumbs up, just oh so proud of watching her son work. The juxtaposition was driving me insane with lust. It was the perfect study break.

After about an hour of actual homework (with plenty of breaks to slap Mom’s ass or tweak Sydney’s nipples), I decided it was time to clean up my mess. And by that I mean, let the mess clean up itself. Leaning back in my chair, arms crossed behind my head, feet on the desk, I lazily said, "Time start."

The world roared back to life.

Sydney dropped like a rock.

Her posed body suddenly had gravity again, and her face, which had been hovering an inch above my dick, slammed straight down into my lap. The sudden pressure made my cock twitch hard against her cheek. She instantly yanked her head up with a high-pitched, muffled shriek. "MMGH—WHAT THE FUCK?! DEXTER!"

At the exact same time, Mom’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene: her own tits still out, Sydney’s face in my crotch, and herself standing there giving two thumbs up like some perverted cheerleader. Her face twisted in pure horror and outrage. "DEXTER STONE, YOU—"

"Reverse."

The world stuttered.

Sydney’s furious shriek warped and stretched in reverse, turning into a long, garbled, high-pitched gibberish, "—REXED ?!KCUF EHT TAH-W GM M—" Her head rose up in reverse, lifting off my cock like she was being pulled by invisible strings. Her angry expression smoothed out in reverse as her body floated backward off my lap and back into the air, returning to the exact pose I’d had her in moments ago, face hovering just above my crotch, lips slightly parted.

Mom’s horrified yell played backward too, her voice dropping into a deep, guttural, reversed roar "—UOY ,ENOTS RETXED—"

Her body moved in reverse as well. Her hands, which had been flying up in shock, lowered back down. Her tits, still hanging out, jiggled and bounced in reverse motions from my previous fondlings. Her furious expression melted away in reverse, her mouth closing, her eyes losing that horrified glint as she was pulled back into the proud, thumbs-up pose I’d given her earlier.

I sat there grinning like an idiot, watching the whole thing play out in reverse like a fucked-up home movie. Sydney’s body floated smoothly back to where she’d been standing before I dropped her onto my dick. Both of them were being dragged backward through time, their shocked and angry reactions completely undone, returning them to the exact lewd, posed state they’d been in while I was doing my homework.

I let the reversal run for a good while, just enjoying the show. Watching Sydney’s angry face go slack and empty again. Watching Mom’s tits get tucked back into her bra in reverse, the heavy bounce happening backward. The straps slid up her shoulders on their own. Her shirt shifted back down over her chest all backward, undoing my preverted antics, covering her up like the fabric was being sucked back into place. Watching both of them get posed and frozen as if by an invisible force, replaying their past positions and motions, exactly how I wanted them.

Eventually, they were both standing in the middle of my room again, Mom with her hands on her hips like she was about to start yelling, Sydney with her arms crossed and that smug “I’m about to watch you get in trouble” look on her face. Exactly like they’d been before I started my ''study break.''

They looked like nothing had happened.

But I knew better.

I could still feel the ghost of Sydney’s warm lips pressed against my cock. I could still sense the tingling of the way Mom’s heavy tits had bounced when I slapped them together. And like before, now both of them were posed like good little dolls again, waiting for whatever I wanted to do next.

I let out a slow breath, the headache from all this fun already starting to throb behind my eyes. But they weren't done. Lifted by their boobs they floated through the air in reverse. Right, since I dragged them into the room via their tits, they had the same boob-tugging motion, only... the opposite direction.

Whatever, a few moments later they were all reversed back into their original positions, meaning I could...

"Resume."

And just like that, the world roared back to life.

"—Besides, she's helping me out with the groceries. You can take the trash..." Mom said, her voice normal again, the sentence picking up right where it had left off before I paused her the first time. She continued like before, working on the counter, before turning to me; her hands were on her hips, her brow furrowed.

Oh, this was when she told me to take in the groceries. That meant... fuck.

I gotta take them in again, don't I?

"Well?" Mom said, putting her hands on her hips. "What are you waiting for? Move."

That's fair. Suppose that comes with the training wheels of this power. But surprisingly, especially to Mom, I could see she expected more of a grumpy fight from me; I did as I was commanded without a single word. The look of confusion on her face as I went outside without a single peep or complaint. Sydney, too, seemed to be in some kind of shock that I didn't make a fuss. But what could I say? I was a changed man.

Or at least a changed man with a throbbing headache and a new god-complex.

I took in the groceries once again, doing so gently this time and not causing any nagging sessions from the head of the household; then, as I began to leave exactly on time, she repeated the past actions, for the first time to everyone without free control over the flow of time. So basically everyone except me. ​"Before you go, I need you to show me your homework."

I didn’t even hesitate. I just shrugged and said, "Yeah, sure. It’s upstairs. I’ll grab it."

She blinked, clearly not expecting that. I jogged up, grabbed the now-completed worksheets, laptop, and the finished history paper, and brought them back down. I handed them over...

Or that was the plan, but when I entered my room. I found all my homework was also undone.

Right, I reversed time. As in everything, except me. Which included my homework.

Shit.

One time stop later, Mom was suspended for who knows how long, hands on her hips, along with Sydney mid-kissy lip face and the rest of the world; I had my homework done... again. And carried it down.

"Resume."

"Here you go, Mom," I said, handing the freshly printed copies of my work.

She took them, her eyes scanning the papers with a professional skepticism. She flipped through the math worksheets, her lips silently counting the answers. Then she turned to the history paper, her eyes moving rapidly over the typed text. I could see the exact moment her expression shifted from "I'm about to catch you in a lie" to pure, unadulterated confusion. Her brow furrowed, then smoothed, then furrowed again. She looked from the papers to me, then back to the papers, like she was trying to reconcile two completely different realities in her head. "…You actually did it."

"Yep."

She kept looking, like she was waiting for the punchline. Then she let out a short, surprised laugh and shook her head.

"Honestly? I had a whole punishment ready. I was gonna take your laptop, ground you for two weeks, the whole thing. I really thought you were gonna blow me off again like you always do." She looked up at me, still a little suspicious but mostly just... surprised. "Well done, son. What changed?"

I gave her my best innocent shrug, even though my head was still pounding and my cock was half-hard from everything I’d just done to her and Sydney while time was frozen. "Nothing really happened. Just felt like I'm done wasting time."

She narrowed her eyes at me, but there wasn’t much heat behind it. She handed the papers back.

"..Alright. Good. Keep it up."

I gave her a smile, "Thanks, Mom."

She turned and started putting the rest of the groceries away. Sydney glanced up from her phone, looking vaguely disappointed that I hadn’t gotten yelled at.

I headed back upstairs, the headache throbbing worse with every step. All that power abuse must be taking a toll on my mental, or maybe I just exerted too much stamina; while time is stopped, my energy isn't infinite. I sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed my temples. But headache be damned. The power worked. Really worked. I could stop time, rewind it, do whatever... I'm a Time God!

I lay back, staring at the ceiling, dick still twitching in my pants from the memory of Mom’s tits in my hands and Sydney posed with a dumb frozen smile, giving me a thumbs up... or was that the other way around? Whatever.

This was going to be a very interesting week. Oh, I can't wait till I make it back to school Monday...