Mother?

The small dorm room is unbearably silent. My parents stand at the corner of the room, engaging in a hushed conversation with Ms. Hill. Jake is too engrossed in his games to notice anything going on around. My gaze actively withdraws from the book in my arms and latches onto my mother and Ms. Hill's curve. There are a few lights flowing around, but none of them will prove usual with dad and Jake in the room. I also don't know much about them, anyways, so it's best to remain patient.

While it may seem as if I'm complaining, my attention is mostly engrossed in the large book in my arms. It's challenging to understand the book, which is the reason of its success. It's a challenge, of sorts. In which you have to decipher the author's intentions and secret messages.

This may not be obvious, but I greatly appreciate the art of literature. Books, poems, it's all a form of art that takes years to perfect. I can appreciate when something isn't rushed and is put through careful consideration and planning.

Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the door. I plant my book down with a sigh and open the door, revealing a tall, muscular man. He has a name tag on his shirt that reads 'Kyle'. This is my RA.

"Sup, bros. I'm just knockin' on all the doors making sure people know about the pep rally coming up. I'm rounding up all the freshies so I can make sure you make it to the gymnasium without getting lost."

Kyle looks past me at the two women in the room, "Oh, I see we got some ladies with us, too. Nice. I'm Kyle Manning, resident advisor for the floor. I'll be taking care of these kids while you're off enjoying your newfound freedom." He cracks a smile and playfully hits my arm. I look back at Ms. Hill and my mom only to find that they're completely enamored by him.

"Well, that's just perfect," my mother says. "I wanted us to visit the mall here and have a little girl time. We can do that while the boys are away." She locks arms with Ms. Hill, who's caught off guard by the proposal.

"The... mall? I mean, I don't have a lot of —" Ms. Hill struggles to get the words out so mom hushes her.

"Don't worry about it. We're just going to try on some clothes, it's not like we have to buy anything.

Mom turns to her husband to see if he wants to join them, only to find that he's somehow already asleep again. Seriously, how the hell does he do that? Regardless, my mother takes the opportunity to rifle through his wallet for some extra spending cash and grabs his car keys.

"Let's go," mom says to the **** Ms. Hill.

As enticing as the pep rally sounds, some privacy with the two women is what I've been waiting for all this time. "Hey, mom. Got room for one more?"

The two women eagerly accept my company, and soon, we are off to the mall.

The drive itself doesn't take long. When we arrive at the mall, I can't help but notice how sparse the whole place feels. Then again, I'm not here to study the economics of modern shopping, I'm just here to avoid the pep rally and maybe discover some more reality-shaping lights.

Mom finds a little clothing boutique on one of the upper floors and encourages Ms. Hill to join her. I follow closely behind, well aware that I'll have to come up with a way to entertain yourself in the women's clothing store.

I follow my mother and Ms. Hill into the high-ends women's clothing store. Almost immediately, mom starts gushing about all the different fabrics and designs available, while Ms. Hill nervously follows behind her. The older woman doesn't seem too comfortable in a place like this. She seems both interested and intimidated by the clothes on display. Mom senses her apprehension and suggests that the two of them take some items into the changing rooms, just to try them out.

I eagerly follow behind them, only to be rebuffed at the last second.

"Oh, John, I forgot you were with us. Here, hold onto our bags while we try on some clothes. We shouldn't be long," my mother says.

I reluctantly take their purses and toss them into a pile next to me on a bench. So much for having fun...

After the pair enter their changing rooms, I start to hear a low hum that gets progressively louder. I look around to see where it might be coming from and eventually land on the source: three humming lights that are considerably larger than most of the ones I've dealt with so far.

There are three lights in total, each more confident and stable than the one's I've gotten used to. Blue, Purple, and Green.

I'm aware of the abilities of the blue light, and it wouldn't prove useful here. The purple light is definitely the most notable, as it shines the brightest. I eye the green orb one last before absorbing purple light.

As I absorb the humming purple light, I am immediately overloaded by the sensation. A single word rings out in your head, repeating itself over and over.

Mental

Mental

Mental

I can feel myself being pulled towards your mom's changing room. When I knock on the door, she asks who's there.

"It's John," I reply.

"Give me a second," she says as she fumbles with the door. She peeks her head out from behind, clearly still in her underwear. "What's up?" she asks. Before I can say anything, beams of purple light shoot out from her eyes. Without her grip on the door, it slowly swings open, fully revealing herself to me. "What's... happening... to... me?" she asks, her voice slurring as if she's drunk.

It's a valid question: what exactly is happening to her?

My vision is blurred, all I can she is my mother. My normal mother. Visions, images, memories, they all flow around in my mind. What my mother could be. What I can make her. It's a overwhelming feeling, to be honest. The power to shape one's being, their personality, their memories. It's all overwhelming. In my head, only three choices make sense.

As much as I love my mother, a part of me hates the fact that I'm the student and she's the adult. Why does she get to have so much control over my life? It's clear she doesn't know what to do with the power she has.

"I think it's time you started acting like the little girl I know you really are," I say.

"What do you mean?" she asks, her words still slurring together. In her eyes, I see a vulnerability she has never shown before.

"Deep down, you're just a scared little girl, intimidated by such a big school. Aren't you?" I feel like a hypnotist, manipulating my mother into believing a new truth about herself.

Soon, her body language and demeanor start to change. Despite being a fully grown woman, she covers up her body and turns away from you. I watch amusedly as the once confident, and assertive woman is replaced with a shy teenage girl. My shy teenage girl.

"Ew, get out of here, Daddy! I'm changing!" she shouts. I ignore her protests and step into the changing room with her, shutting the door behind me.

"Relax, Emma, I just need to make sure we find an outfit with the right fit," I say as I reassuringly step behind her. "I don't want to spend all this money on you if we're going to have to come back here and return everything in a few days."

"What do you mean 'your money'? I got it from Robert," she replies. It's interesting to nots that she still remembers her husbands, as well as the events of the past hour or so.

"And where do you think he got it from?" I ask while picking out a short little dress for her to try on. "I've been taking care of you your whole life, you just didn't realize it." It's a pretty bold-faced lie, but she's incapable of questioning it.

"Really? I — I had no idea," she says, trying to come to grips with this new worldview imposed on her.

"Of course you didn't, because that's what daddies do. They take care of you, without expecting anything in return," I say as I plant a tender kiss on her cheek. "Now put this on." I roughly thrust the crumpled dress into her hands.

She looks at it for a few seconds before looking at up, "Yes, Daddy." Blood starts flowing to my cock.

I watch as Emma slides the dress on over her underwear. It's a low-cut dress that shows off all of her assets. "How does it feel?" I ask while subtly stroking the outline of my dick in my pants.

"It fits nice," she responds, though a little unsure.

I place my hand on her ass and give it a light squeeze. "Are you sure? It seems like some areas could use improvement," I say as I move my hands up to her breasts and similarly fondle them.

My mother... daughter gulps in response to my forwardness and struggles to answer me, " I—I guess I could try another one," she reluctantly says.

"Good," I say as I swat her arms away and starts undressing her myself. "Don't worry, sweetheart, Daddy can handle this." As I remove her dress, I also start to remove her bra, but she tries to stop me.

"Wait, Daddy. That needs to stay on," she says, but you continue anyway.

"No, sweetie. It all needs to come off, otherwise how would we know if the dress really fits you?" I ask, feigning concern. She thinks this over for a few seconds and can't come up with reasonable counterpoint.

Next, I hook your fingers into her panties and begin to slowly peel them off. With my face just inches from her bare pussy, it's too much to resist and I give a quick lick. But soon, one lick turns into two, and then two turns into three, and —

"— Daddy! What are you doing?" my 'daughter'asks as I bury my face into her snatch fdrm behind.

"Calm down, sweetie. I think I saw a fly up there, or something." I casually lie between licks.

"THERE IS NO FLY IN MY..." a deep red blush forms across her face. I'm too far gone to stop now though, especially as I start to feel her convulse in **** pleasure. "Oh my god, this is so embarrassing," she says, more annoyed that it's her lame 'daddy' doing this than because of the actual act itself.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

"Is everything okay in there?" I can tell from the voice that it's Ms. Hill. I almost smile at the opportunity in front of me. I lean in closer to my 'daughter' and gently kiss her neck.

"Tell her you're alright," I whisper. Emma doesn't say anything, too busy trying to fight back making noises as my hand begins exploring her body.

"Emma?" Ms. Hill asks again. I firmly spank my 'daughter' ass, and tell her to answer.

"Suh - Suh - sorry, Linda. It's just - mhn -" she moans softly as I take her right breast into my mouth, sucking at it eagerly.

"Emma? Are you okay?" Ms. Hill continues, clearly getting increasingly worried about her friend.

As much as I'd love to continue teasing my mother, especially with her friend on the other side of the door, something tells me my time is running out. I need to satisfy that oedipus complex, and I need to do it now.

"Bend over, baby," I whisper, stroking my cock for emphasis. Her eyes widens at the sight of her daddy's manhood.

"But — Emma?" she says meakly. It's almost funny how she's more worried about her friend than her 'father' with his dick out. Even with her timid protests, I can see a hunger in her eyes as she glances at my cock. It's clear the light is still working to change her in the ways I desire.

"F-Fine, Daddy. But don't be too loud," she moves to the door and bends over, revealing her cute, shaven pink womanhood.

"That's my girl." I whisper softly as I tease her slit with my raging boner. She gasps and moans with each contact my manhood makes with her cunt.

I grab onto her waist as I slam my cock into her glistening pussy. She moans loudly the moment she feels her 'daddy' inside of her.

A muffled grunt involuntarily leaks out of my mouth as I find my cock getting tightly wrapped within her warm and wet meat folds. I tighen my grip on her waist and start moving my hips in a rocking motion. I playfully slap her ass.

"Who is that? Emma, are you feeling okay?" Ms. Hill's worried tone fill the changing rooms, along with the sound of my daughters muffled moans.

I lean forward and grab one of my daughter's sizely tits, roughly fondling and groping them as I pound into her from behind.

"Mhnn — L-Linda, I'm fi — HNGH! F-Fuck! Ahh — Hng," my teenage daughter moans beneath me. I slap her round, jiggling ass a few more time, before digging my hand into her plump asscheeks.

I reach forward and grab a handful of her golden locks, pulling it as I simultaneously push my waist forward to impale her cunt.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

The room now echoes with the sounds of my daughter's loud, muffled moans and the the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Isn't this exciting?"

"Yeah — F-Fuck! — Fuck me Daddy, Fuck me! — Harder! YES!"

I grab more of her long hair and wrap it around my hand, forcing her head to tilt upwards while I ram aggressively against her backside. We both lock eyes for what feels like an eternity as I roughly pump in and out of her plump pussy.

Her eyes roll back into her head while she continues moaning and screaming into my hand. If Linda didn't hear us before, she definitely does now. Sometimes I wrap my fingers around her throat, savoring the feeling of being in full control of the bitch. My bitch

Suddenly, her pussy to tighten around my cock and milk it for all it's worth. I know I don't have long before I cum as well, so I make sure to make the most of it. I pin my little girl down and start pumping ferociously. Sure, I'm risking an unwanted pregnacy, but I don't care.

"**** me," she begs, **** for a release. I wrap both of your hands around her neck, cutting her oxygen supply off and quickly bringing her to the edge of her own orgasm. Eventually, we orgasm simultaneously, her pussy contracting tightly around my cock, milking it for all the seed it could possibly get. I groan as I pump all the sperm I can into her aching slit.

I pull watch, and watch as the girl collapses on the floor, my jizz slowly dripping out of her pussy. "Daddy?" she stares up at me as I zip my pants, a wide smirk across my face.

The purple light is definitely my favorite, so far.