New Rules.

In the quiet town of DingleBerry, the evening air hummed with the distant chorus of crickets. The moon, a sly crescent, peered through the gaps in the clouds, casting an eerie glow on the backyard of the Hartwell residence. Mozeus, a young man with a sharp intellect and a penchant for the unorthodox, took a deep swig from his beer bottle, his eyes fixed on the pool's shimmering surface. The water reflected the flickering lights from the house, creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows on the surrounding trees.

A creak from the patio door broke the silence. Mozeus's heart skipped a beat, his grip tightening around the beer. His mother, Tiffany, emerged from the house, her curvy figure framed by the warm, golden light spilling from the kitchen. She was a woman in the prime of her life, her curves as tantalizing as the secrets she unknowingly carried. Dressed in a silk robe that barely contained her ample bosom, she padded barefoot across the concrete, the soft slap of her flesh against her skin echoing faintly in the stillness.

With a sly smile, Mozeus took a final swig before setting the bottle down. His thoughts were a maelstrom of excitement and anticipation. The machine he had spent countless hours perfecting, hidden in his basement lab, was now ready for its ultimate test. The very air seemed to crackle with the electricity of his invention. It was a tool of power, a gateway to a world where his darkest desires could be made reality.

As Tiffany approached the pool's edge, her robe parted slightly, revealing a hint of the treasures beneath. Mozeus felt his pulse quicken. This was it. The moment of truth. He took a deep breath and snapped his fingers, whispering her name like a secret incantation. The world around them seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the transformation that was about to unfold.

Tiffany stopped in her tracks, her eyes glazing over. She looked at Mozeus, but it wasn't the same loving gaze he was used to. It was one of hunger, of desire that could no longer be contained. Her hand reached for the sash of her robe, her fingers trembling slightly. The fabric slipped away, pooling at her feet, revealing her nakedness to the cool night air. Her breasts swayed with the movement, her nipples erect with anticipation.

Mozeus felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he watched his mother's transformation. She was now a creature of pure, unbridled lust, her mind reprogrammed to crave his touch, to submit to his will without question. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to caress the soft skin of her shoulder. The touch sent a jolt through her body, and she turned to him, her lips parted in a silent plea.

"What's happening?" she whispered, her eyes wide with confusion and a hint of fear. But the seductive pull of his command was too strong. She leaned into his touch, her body responding with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You're mine now," Mozeus murmured, his voice a mix of triumph and lust. "You want to please me, don't you?"

Tiffany nodded, her eyes glazed, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. The taboo nature of their newfound relationship sent a thrill through her that she couldn't resist. Despite the confusion, she felt an overwhelming need to be close to her son, to do whatever it took to satisfy him.

He guided her to the edge of the pool, the water lapping at their toes. His hand slid down her body, cupping her breast, and she gasped, the sensation foreign yet irresistible. Her hands reached for him, her mind a tumult of conflicting emotions: love, guilt, and a fierce, animalistic desire that consumed all else.

With a gentle push, Mozeus sent her stumbling into the water. She surfaced with a splash, the cool liquid doing little to quench the fire that raged within her. The sight of her, wet and panting, was almost too much for him to bear. He stripped off his own clothes, revealing his rock-hard erection. The sound of his zipper echoed through the night, a declaration of his intentions.

Tiffany's eyes locked onto his cock, her body reacting instinctively. She swam closer, the water sluicing off her voluptuous form as she approached. The sight of her, a siren in the moonlit pool, was more than he could stand. He stepped into the water, his erection pointing straight at her as he closed the distance between them.

"Mom," he said, his voice thick with need, "You want to make me feel good, don't you?"

The word 'Mom' sent a jolt of confusion through her, but the desire was too strong to resist. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his manhood. He positioned himself in front of her, the tip of his cock brushing her cheek as he whispered, "Take it in your mouth."

Her hand reached up, cupping the back of his head as she obeyed, her full, plump lips parting to engulf him. The sensation was alien, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. The warmth of her mouth, the softness of her tongue, the way she moaned around his shaft—it was a symphony of sinful pleasure that he had never imagined.

Mozeus's eyes rolled back in his head as she took him deeper, "new rule baby, keep eye contact while mommy blows your cock." begged tiffany.

Mozeus gritted his teeth, trying to maintain eye contact as the sensation of her warm, wet mouth on his cock was too intense to ignore. He could see the confusion and need in Tiffany's eyes, a heady mix that made him feel both powerful and guilty. He had created this monster, this sex-craving version of his mother, and now he had to face the reality of it.

Her grip on his hips tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around his head in a rhythm that was driving him to the brink. His hands found her breasts, squeezing them under the water as he watched the ripples dance across her flesh. She moaned around his shaft, the vibrations sending him into a frenzy of pleasure.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she reached between his legs, her hand tentative at first, then more assured as she found his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. He groaned, his hips bucking into her face. Her hand continued its journey, sliding between his cheeks to find his ass, her index finger tracing the sensitive skin there.