Bending mommy

After twirling around in front of the mirror, you put your clothes back on and make your way downstairs to get something to drink. But as you’re walking you realize something. Now that you have the ultimate power, what are you going to do about your family? Well, you include them in the action of course! The ones that matter anyway.

Your distant family was just that; distant. Your grandparents were dead, and while you could bring them back to life, you think that they’ve lived a pretty filling life already. So you let them rest. Your dad was an asshole that walked out on you at the tender age of 4, leaving your heartbroken mother by herself to take care of you. So you’re definitely not including him in this magic business. That only leaves your mom, Lauren.

(I think we all know where this is going)

When you finally make your way to the kitchen downstairs, you see your mother standing at the island in the middle, facing away from you. She’s panting and sweating while guzzling a bottle of water. She must’ve just gotten back from a run. She doesn’t hear you come down, so this gives you time to admire her figure.

You never realized until you started your hormone filled adolescence just how attractive your mother is. At first you felt disgusted with yourself for even thinking about Lauren that way. You knew how taboo and gross **** was, not just in societal terms, but genetically as well.

But as time went on, and your horny teenage mind became more depraved and perverted, you realized you didn’t care. You could deny your mother’s beauty no longer.

Your mother had long dark auburn hair, with bright green eyes and a smooth youthful face despite being in her late forties. Her puffy lips only accentuated this fact. And her body. My god what a specimen.

Her thin muscled upper body contrasted beautifully with her massive mammaries. They were enough to grab a couple of handfuls at a time, with not much sag despite her age. You noticed her nipples were hard and pressing against her comparatively tiny sports bra. The tightness of the bra made them look even bigger.

Trailing down past her smooth slightly muscled tummy, your eyes reach her lower body. God was definitely an ass man, because my goodness is hers glorious.

Her slim waist almost cartoonishly contrasted with her hips that nearly went past her shoulder width. Her pillowy mammoth ass was sometimes too mind boggling to understand. It was huge, with almost no sag, and practically trying to explode out of her tight yoga pants.

Her ass was propped by her large smooth thighs and at the lowest was her small dainty feet.

All in all, Lauren had the body of a primordial being of pure fertility.

And you were going to ravish every inch of it.

You cast a quick wish that removes all the negative genetic effects of ****, while casting another wish that makes yourself damn near irresistible to women. With that, you make your presence known.

“Hi mom. Just get back from a run?”

Lauren looks to you to respond, and when she does, her gaze travels down to the obscenely large bulge in your pants. When this happens, your newest wish takes effect. An overpowering thought enters Lauren’s brain.

‘Oh my god, I want to bury my nose in those massive balls.’

Lauren blushes hard; she had never thought such lewd things about her son before. But instead of being grossed out, she felt excited, and the longer she stared at her son, she started feeling very horny, and submissive.

You notice your newfound ‘charm’ taking effect on your mother. And it’s working very well. You cast another wish that lets you read the minds of women. Now you know exactly what she’s thinking. Your not surprised at the lewd thought storm going on in your mother’s head.

Back with Lauren, she’s slowly starting to fall deeper and deeper into an incestual pit.

‘I want to w-worship his-s body. I n-need it. Now!’

And with that, your hooks had finally sunk in.

You walk closer to Lauren, smirking devilishly all the way.

“What’s wrong mom? You look really flushed.”

You place your hand on Lauren’s forehead, faking the care of concerned son, and just making her more submissive.

‘Oh g-god! Even just his h-hand on my forehead is making me w-wet!’

“M-Michael, I-I-I...”

“What is it mom?”

“I... I... need...”

“What do you need, mommy?”

The dam finally breaks. With that word, Lauren squirts a torrent of fem-cum, soaking the crotch and legs of her thin yoga pants. She falls to her knees, panting like a dog; which is rather fitting because you’re about to make her your full-time bitch.

“Oh mommy, what happened? Are you alright?”

“You! I need you Michael! I need to feel your balls smothering my face! I need to swish your cum around in my mouth! I need your cock to stretch all my holes to there fullest! Please Michael! I need it now!”

Your smirk grows to a full blown Cheshire Cat smile.

“How could you say such lewd and naughty things mommy? And to your own son no less? Hmm, I might be inclined to give you what you want, if you do one thing for me.”

“Anything! I’ll do anything you want baby!”

“Beg for it.”

“Oh god baby, I want to see your cock so bad! Please please please! I need your huge daddy cock to brutalize my pussy! Pwease Master!”

That’s it. Time to taste the fruits of your labor.

“As you wish, pet.”

At that, you unzip your strained pants and let your humongous schlong slap against your slut mom’s face.