He sees his mom in the kitchen

A few hours had passed since John had discovered that he had suddenly become almighty. At first, he had tested his power alone in his room, first making things appear in front of him, out of nowhere. Then, he had spent some time looking through his window, making the breasts of the women passing in the street grow to ludicrous proportions, laughing at their surprise and attempts to hide their now huge funbags that had torn their clothes apart.

But now, he was tired of playing alone. He left his room and started walking through the house, looking for his next victim. He heard noise in the kitchen and smiled. It was soon going to be noon, and his mother was probably preparing the dinner for the family. He entered the kitchen and saw her standing, turning her back to him, busy preparing something. He bit his lower lips, staring at that thicc ass of hers, turned in his direction like some kind of tease.

-It will be ready in twenty minutes, she said, feeling a presence behind her.

John didn't answer. He silently got closer, closer, before finally groping her juicy buttcheeks, squeezing them through the fabric of her dress.

-Hey...what the hell? John, are you out of your mind?

-Stop protesting, John said.

His eyes met his mother's and he smiled, as he saw the anger turn into fear. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't seem to find the words to tell her son to stop groping her. She started panting, trying clumsily to break free.

-Stop fighting.

Her arms fell along her body, as John's hands left her ass and started squeezing her tits. Button after button, he started undoing her dress, revealing her large breasts, contained by her bra. He reached for them and started pinching her nipples.

-Uuuungh...

There were so many emotions in Reta's squeal. Pain, anger, fear, humiliation...and some pleasure maybe?

-I don't say it often enough, mom, but you've got an impressive pair of tits.

-John...I'm...your mother...so wrong...

As an answer, John lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, before unbuttoning his own pants.

-You know, when you called me immature, you weren't completely wrong. I guess it's time for a change in our relationship.

-John...I...Oh my God !

Before she could finish her sentence, John had pushed her forwards, pressing her head and her boobs against the table. He was now facing her large butt, enjoying the sound of her helpless whimpers. Then, he grabbed his hard cock and shoved it in his Reta's pussy, getting balls deep immediately, roaring in pleasure as he could feel her mother struggling to control her voice and body again.

For the next minutes, John kept pounding in her warm pussy, until he got tired of doing it on the table. He pushed her on the floor, where she ended up lying on her back. For a moment, he saw pure hatred in her eyes, the expression of a mother realizing she had spent the past 18 years raising a pervert like John. Instead of feeling remorseful, he just laughed and lied on top of her, where he resumed fucking her missionary style, one hand squeezing her left boob, while he was kissing her neck, leaving hickey after hickey. Finally, he felt he was about to unload inside of her. In a gesture of affection, he kissed his mom on the lips, despite her look of utter disgust, slipping her tongue inside of her mouth.

-Hmmm ! Reta moaned, as she could feel her pussy filling with her son's cum.

John kept kissing her for the next minute, still lying on the kitchen floor, at the mercy of anyone entering the kitchen in this moment.

-You fucking monster, Reta finally sobbed. You...you were always a freak.

-Look at me.

Incapable of desobeying, Reta stared at her son right in the eyes.

-You loved it.

-I...no...

-You loved every minute of what just happened.

Slowly, Reta's gaze changed. She seemed to calm down, tears disappeared from her face, as her hand slowly went to rest on her son-lover's back.

-That was amazing, sweetheart.

-You're incredibly grateful that a young guy like me is attracted by your body despite your older age.

-Yes...it's good to feel desired.

They kissed again. This time, it was Reta who pushed her tongue in John's mouth, letting their tongues dance together for a moment.

-You love me.

-I love you.

-You desire every inch of my body.

-Your body is so hot.

-I'm the only man who can make you cum.

-The only man.

-You won't tell anyone about what just happened. It will be our little secret for now. But from now on, you will act more flirty with me. And every time we end up alone in the same room, you'll be craving for sex.

-Yes honey.

-Good. Now, how about we finish preparing this dinner?