Adjustments

But the victory was bittersweet.

As they dried off inside, the reality of their actions began to sink in. Tiffany couldn't believe what she had done, her mind reeling with confusion and disgust. Yet, there was a strange, dark thrill that lingered, a thrill that she couldn't shake. Mozeus, on the other hand, felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. He had achieved his ultimate goal, and was estatic. But now he had to move on to the rest of his female family members, without his mother telling somebody. He also ultimately wanted to have sex with his mother. Which would take some time to do. His device would help him seduce her.

The next day, Mozeus retreated to his basement lab, his thoughts racing. He needed to fine-tune the machine, to make sure it was perfect. He had to ensure that Tiffany would never suspect his influence, that she would continue to crave his touch without question. He tinkered with the dials and wires, his mind racing with the endless possibilities of what he could do with his newfound power. The room was a cacophony of beeps and whirrs as he worked, lost in his own twisted world.

When he emerged, it was with a newfound confidence. He approached Tiffany, who was busy in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a thin, sheer apron that did little to hide her nakedness. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over, and his cock stirred in his pants. "Mom," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want you to cook dinner for me, and while you do, I want you to think about how much you love serving me."

It had been some time since Mozeus activated the frequency, but Tiffany's eyes snapped into focus, and she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Of course, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice a purr. She turned back to the stove, her ass swaying with every step. Mozeus watched her, his eyes greedy as he took in the sight of her naked body. The apron clung to her wet curves, and he knew that underneath it, she was ready for him.