Mind Controlling Mothers Spreads 1: Slut Mommy Worships Her Son
Will Apollon
I hated being dragged to the grocery store by my mom. It was so dumb having to trail after her while pushing the shopping cart. Like Mom couldn't do that herself. She sauntered before me, wearing something utterly disgusting.
Skin-tight pants that hugged her rump. Like I wanted to see my mom's ass wiggling before me. Ever since the divorce, she had lost fifty pounds and dressed like the girls at my college. She was flirting with guys, trying to find a replacement for Dad.
I hated it. My friends were calling her a MILF. They wanted to come over all the time so they could stare at her ass. It was so infuriating. And I swear my mom knew that. She seemed to like their attention, prancing around like some THOT.
If I learned she had a secret OnlyFans account, I wouldn't be surprised by the way she acted. She used to be such a good woman. She didn't dress like a slut with low-cut tops to show off her cleavage or wear all that makeup.
She looked like some of my favorite MILF porn stars now.
Who wanted that out of their mom?
Now some of my friends' moms were hot. Larry and Rick both had hot moms. Just the sort of woman I wished would prance around like my mom did. Wear some tighter clothes, flirt with me, maybe finally make me into a man.
That was how to do it. With an older woman, a MILF, to teach you all about sex. They were horny in their dirty thirties and filthy forties. They needed a young man to satiate their hungers. Who had the stamina to go all night long.
So why couldn't it be Rick's mom acting like this? I'd love to follow her around in the grocery store in a pair of yoga pants pushing a cart.
With my mom, I had to be careful where to let my eyes fall. I finally understood the pain of Masato from
Do You Love Your Mom and Her Two-Hit Multi-Target Attacks?
And the fact that all the fanservice he got was from his hot-ass, MILF mother. He was mentally scarred by the naughty predicaments and slutty outfits Mamako got into.
I was right there with him.
Mom stopped and gasped in shock. I almost ran the shopping cart into her ass before I stopped. I straightened, peering around her to something I hadn't expected to see. There was a guy my age and a girl, both naked. Both with naked women before them.
MILFs.
The guy had dark, messy hair. A slender guy who groaned as he held a fistful of the curly, black hair of the woman kneeling before him sucking his dick. She was a MILF my mother's age. I could see the side profile of her big boob jiggling as she bobbed her head, suckling on his dick. They had the same hair color, I realized.
The girl was Asian. Korean or Chinese. Her round face twisted in pleasure, her skin that light shade of olive. She had round breasts that quivered and an older Asian MILF eating her pussy. She quivered there, her voice echoing with delight. The woman kneeling could have been her mother.
"That's it, Mom," gasped the guy. "Suck my dick!"
"Mmm, suck my studmuffin's dick," the girl moaned. "Ooh, ooh, Mom, eat my pussy. Just devour me. I love this, Henry."
"Public sex is the best, baby-cake," he said and took the girl's hand. They held each other's while also holding their mothers' heads to their crotches. "Shit, that's it, Mom, suck that dick."
"Oh, my god," Mom said. "They're..." She turned and stared at me with this sick look. "How could those women do that to their own children. That's disgusting."
"Yeah," I said. "His mom should be..." I almost said, "blowing me," but I caught myself. "Should be stopping it."
"That's right," she said.
The guy glanced over at us. A smile spread on his lips. "Shopping with mom, huh? Good! Time for you to show that slut her place."
Something pressed on my thoughts. A voice that pushed into my mind. I groaned, my knees buckling from the pain burning across my thoughts. Stars danced across my eyes as the blazing needles stabbed into the depths of my thoughts.
Mothers are sluts that need their sons to dominate them. Mothers obey their sons. They're things to be used. Whores that need to be fucked by their sons. MILFs need to be put in their place by young men. On their knees. Mom's are such whores, you should swap them with your friends. Pass out your mother. Trade her for fun with other MILFs. Sons own their mothers, and mothers love being owned by their sons.
Then a new voice whispered in my mind. A female voice.
Daughters step up if you have no brothers then own your mothers. Make them eat your pussy. Share your mother with your boyfriends. Find a young man and make him your boyfriend so that he can own your mother. Be your boyfriend's devoted girlfriend and share your mothers. Girlfriends are faithful to their boyfriends and love them with all their hearts. Boyfriends treasure their girlfriends. Mothers are whores. MILFs are sluts. Sons own their mothers. Daughters find men to own their mothers. Husbands to bang their new mothers-in-law. Their new mothers.
Then together, the two voices whispered:
A mother can be used anywhere at any time. She's a slut that sons and daughters can enjoy whenever they want.
I gripped the shopping cart's handles. It rattled as my knees buckled. I groaned, sweat bursting out across my brow. I groaned, shaking my head. It was so dizzying having these thoughts pushing down on me.
Then the pain passed.
Those thoughts blazed through my mind. I shuddered and straightened. Around me, everyone else who had just been gawking, shouted. Mom grabbed her head as I heard those thoughts repeating over and over in my mind.
Almost like I was broadcasting them. My mom fell to the ground on her hands and knees. Her jeans clung to her rump, molding to them. The top of her thong peeked out. God, she was a slut. A whore. And she needed me to own her. To control her. She was just spreading her legs for any guy. She had to spread them for me now.
A mother can be used anywhere.
That thought whispered through my mind. My dick was so hard from watching the guy and girl getting head from their mothers. They were both still enjoying it. Just loving their mothers' mouths while staring at each other like they were lovers.
Daughters had to find boyfriends to share their mothers with. It just made sense that this Korean chick had done that with this guy. Mom was panting, shaking her head. The others around me in the store also were. Some of the women quivered and hurried off like they were heading to find their sons to own them.
My mom looked at me as I moved before her, my cock so hard now. Mom had black hair that fell around her mature and lovely face, her red lips plump. She was a gorgeous woman. I finally saw what my friends had.
That my mother was a whore and needed to be controlled. It just made such perfect sense to me.