Huh? Is that a new chapter?

*THUMP* *THUMP*

“Jake, I’m sorry, bro.” you screamed at the closed door. What the fuck were you thinking? You’ve had the mysterious power for less than a day, and you already ruined a friendship of many years. Did you think Jake would be okay watching as you facefucked his mother right in front of his eyes? Clueless.

“Bro, it’s not what you think. I swear!” you continued desperately hitting his door, but to no avail. The basement went silent as soon as the door was shut. And it stayed that way even after your futile efforts to get your best friend to talk to you.

“Honey, give Jakey some time to think. It will be fine. I promise.” you looked to your right where Jennifer finished her pancakes at the kitchen table. She didn’t look very bothered with what had happened just minutes ago. She chewed her food while reading a magazine, but looked in your direction, giving you a brief reassuring smile.

You slowly backed out from the door, and went back to the kitchen. It was pointless to try and reconcile with Jake now. He clearly had no desire to talk to you. You thought as you sat at the table with your hands supporting your head.

“How can you be so okay with what happened?” you asked Jennifer, still in disbelief.

At that, Jennifer put her magazine down, and held your hands in hers. A few seconds later you looked up and stared into her eyes. Her confident look put your mind at ease before she even started talking.

“Elliot, I know my son better than anyone else. He’s confused and angry, but give him some space and he will calm down. Only then will you be able to have a normal conversation with him.”

You frowned. Even if you managed to talk to him, how would he forgive you? This didn’t make much sense. You thought.

“But what then?” Jennifer didn’t even let your question resonate, before she answered.

“Don’t tell me you already forgot you own me, sir.” Jennifer asked you, a little upset. “With all due respect, sir, you don’t just own my body, my entire existence belongs to you if he likes it or not.”

The magic had to be speaking through her. It still surprised you at how sure she was of her words. She wasn’t just saying it to make you feel better. She really believed in everything she said, and it meant that you had absolute control over her. A shiver ran through your spine as you kept listening to her.

“Sir.” she continued “If you only so wish, I will forget that I’m a mother and I will become nothing more than a sexual object for you to satisfy your every need with. And trust me when I say this, I will do so with pride.” your hands were now pressed tightly into Jennifer’s bosom, with her hands making sure you get a nice feel of what’s essentially yours.

…

Her squishy boobs did feel really nice between your fingers. You thought, as you explored the two giant globes with your hands. One of your hands found her hard nipple and squeezed it, sending a delicate shudder through her body. After a while your other hand clenched the other nipple and you started yanking the massive tits in different directions. You played with her boobs as if they were levers controlling a crane. The hypnotizing movement of her mounds almost engulfed you absolutely, but the last working parts of your consciousness managed to overthrow it.

“Shit…” you let out with surprising difficulty “Woman, this really feels like a dream. And I don’t think I wanna wake up.”

“Do they not feel real to you?” Jennifer asked, referring to her perfect breasts.

You held them in your palms again, just to make sure. You lifted them a few times, and you even tried squeezing their contents out. A skeptic person could argue that they looked too perfect to be natural or even real, but you trusted your hands. If this wasn’t real, you didn’t know what was.

“Oh yes, they’re real.” you came back from your booby trance, at least for now.

…

Now that your guilt trip ended, you were pondering over your next steps. You could technically sit in the kitchen for the rest of the day, playing with the poor woman’s titties. But as fun as titties are, you were full of energy to do some crazy stuff.

You pinched Jennifer’s nipples one last time before you let go of them and rose to your feet. You walked up to her. She was still sitting in her chair. Her robe was fully open, exposing her big rack, belly and crotch. She watched you with a grin on her face.

“I need to piss.” you said as you stroked her cheek with one of your hands.

“You don’t mean?” she asked with a surprised expression, but you quickly dispelled her doubts “Nah, I just want you to clean the kitchen and freshen up. This was one hell of a morning.”

With that you gently patted her head, before you left the room. Only turning around to add “Thanks for the words of support.”

Jennifer just looked at you and said with a wink “I’m glad you’re better now, sir.”

…

The restroom brought you some needed peace.

Feeling a little bold with what you could do now, you decided to use a different target for your urine. Instead of using the toilet, you stood before the sink with your pants on the ground. In the tall mirror you could see your balls hanging on the sink wall and your sizable dick hanging over the basin. You let your body relax, while a stream of hot piss escaped your member.

You had an entire day ahead of you, and a hot MILFy chick to make your every wish come true. Maybe you should spend it having sex with her until you both pass out, maybe you should take a trip around the town claiming a bunch of stuff with your sharpie. Maybe. Possibilities were endless, but there was one thing, or rather person that all of it centered around in your head. Jennifer.

On one hand it felt extremely exciting to think that there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you. But on the other… Well… Was she really the same person anymore? Now that you had a general idea of what the power was capable of, you could slow down, and enjoy toying with her mind some more. What made it all hot in the first place was the relationship between you two. Firstly, she was your best friend’s single mother. Having power over such an intimate and important relationship went to your head. If she succumbed to your will completely it would only be half as fun. And secondly, she was almost like a mother to you as well. The motherly care she bestowed upon you and the one of a devoted servant didn’t feel the same.

It all made you slightly regret turning her into your property so quickly. But you’d be lying if you said that this morning wasn’t the most exciting thing you had ever done. You didn’t have to stop there. And if you felt like it, you could further adjust her mind to your liking.

Having emptied your bladder, you washed your hands like every non-degenerate would do. You looked into the mirror again, and straightened your shirt. With a flash of your white teeth, you walked out.