O.Z. One-shots - Mom and Submom (TS)

“Wow, dude, your mom’s a hot blonde with anti-aging mods? You’re so lucky!”

Yeah, that’s what everyone would say to me… Even Andrew Teller, and he’s got a hot Asian stepmom that practically worships him. But the fact of the matter is, I wasn’t that lucky. Mom was hot, sure, but she was totally unenthusiastic. I had to do all the work myself no matter which hole I used, and if I wanted a wake-up blowjob I had to set an alarm for her or else she’d “forget.”

I tried to talk to Dad about it, but she was plenty passionate with him, so my complaints fell on deaf ears. He even made fun of me sometimes, fucking her in front of me and making me listen as she moaned with pleasure, begged him for more, offered to fulfill his every desire… Ugh. I couldn’t have been more jealous. No matter how many college students and neighbors I brought home, they couldn’t give me what I wanted, because I wanted it from family. I’m traditional that way, y’know?

Fortunately, around my 21st birthday my parents made a huge mistake. In a questionably legal act of tax avoidance, they decided to move to Bakerton, which made me the legal head of the family. “It’s just on paper,” they assured me. “You won’t get blamed for anything, and nothing will change.”

Nothing will change… Yeah, right. “Just on paper” is the only thing that matters to the authorities and the doctors at the modification clinic. I was head of the household, and I could do anything I wanted. My first thought was that I should make some mental changes to Mom… Selective cock addiction, maybe, or even total low-functioning bimbofication.

Then I had a better idea.

Here, look at these. Just took ‘em the other day, haven’t even had time to frame them yet. On the left’s my mom. Still her same old degradation-averse self, only with bigger tits and blonder hair. I didn’t change her mind at all, but she’s still softened to me a little bit now that I control the credit cards.

On the right, that’s “Dad,” although now I call her “Submom.” She’s the real toy of the family… Tight-bodied, thick-lipped, cum-addicted, and always looking for the next orgasm. The funny thing is, I had to make way less mental changes to Dad than I thought I would. Once she learned how fucking good it felt to be an aphrodisiac-popping woman in a society like ours, she became my **** on the spot.

Once I had these two quite distinct women under my control, the house quickly fell into a hierarchy: Me, then Mom, then Submom. Miraculously, all three of us are enjoying this more than the old “Mom and Dad, then Son” arrangement. I get two slaves, Mom gets a pet, and Submom gets all the cock she could ever want.