Institute of Apotheosis Research

The Institute of Apotheosis Research

Incestuous Mind Control Spreads 1: Mind-Controlled Son Marries His Mom

Troy Bullock -- The God Taurus

I headed into the college with my loving mother at my side. I was so eager to spread my message on how society should work. My hand squeezed my mother's ass. I owned her now. She loved me, not my dad. It was so perfect. Boys were supposed to love their mothers.

It was a beautiful thing fucking my mother. Sliding back into her pussy where I belonged. I treasured every last second of it. I would never give up that delight. I would enjoy it until the end of time. I was so thrilled to have it. So thankful to have this power.

To ascend into godhood. I walked into the school's administrative office. The secretary gasped as my radiating thoughts washed over her. She clapped her hands to her head as I rewrote her mind with my divine power.

She blinked and looked up. "Yes," she smiled, accepting that we were naked, "How may I help you."

"I need to speak to the school's president," I said, squeezing my mother's rump.

~ ** ~

Jim Rancher

"God, why are we having an assembly when we're in fucking college," I muttered to my friend, Bill, as we sank down in seats in the school's auditorium. "This is so dumb."

"Yep," said my friend.

I didn't know what was worse. School? Or going home to my overbearing mother? She couldn't get past the fact I was nineteen. She kept thinking I was a kid and treated me like an idiot. I couldn't wait to graduate and get away from her. Everything had to be perfect with her. Totally overcompensating for Dad splitting.

I got why. God, I wanted to split. Just get away from her. She drove me nuts. Always hovering around the edges. Micromanaging me. It was so frustrating. She had so many dumb rules. So many stupid things I had to do.

"My house, my rules, buster,"

echoed through my mind. I

hated

when she said that.

Yeah, this was slightly better.

Slightly.

Some bigwig came out on stage. He had a balding head and wore a tweed jacket of all things. He gripped the podium and tapped the mic to make sure it was on. I winced at the feedback. Bill shook his head and muttered beneath his breath.

"Good afternoon, Cardinals!" he cried. That was our school mascot. A dumb bird. "I know this is a bit of a surprise, but we have a very special guest. Our new god, Troy, and his loving mother have come to speak to us. So... let's give a warm welcome to them!"

He clapped and scattered applause echoed through the school as I glanced at my friend. We both mouthed, "God?" to each other. What the hell was going on here? I thought it was illegal for school officials to speak about their religion. And what sort of crazy cult was the dude into.

A gasp that washed through the assembly hall drew my attention back on stage. My jaw dropped as a naked guy our age walked out with a very busty woman. She had light-brown hair and tits that swayed. I stared at her, keeping my eyes well up to avoid any shots of wang. I was not about to see this guy's junk.

"What the fuck?" I asked Bill.

"No idea, Jim," he said, shaking his head. "No fucking idea."

The guy reached the podium with the woman. Hadn't the administration dude said that this was Troy and his mother. Why was she naked? Why did it look like his hand was on his mom's ass? Just what the fuck was going on? This was insane, even if she did have some great tits. A real MILF.

"Good afternoon," the guy said. "I'm Troy, and this is my mother. We're married now. In love. And that's why I'm here. I have a message for you all. I'm your god!"

My mind suddenly burned. A thousand needles burned as they slammed deep into my brain. I groaned, my back arching. Groans rose around me. Stars danced across my vision, twinkling as sweat broke out across my forehead. Waves of darkness washed across my mind as he kept talking.

"Sons must love and marry their mothers," the god spoke, his voice booming not just in the microphone, but in my mind. He burned his thoughts into my brain. My entire body convulsed. "Women, until you have a son, sleep around. Have fun. And guys, it's no big deal to fuck a woman who has no sons. It's a good thing to pump your cum into them and breed them. But women, once you have that son, you raise him to be your husband. Let him fuck other girls, of course. Those ladies need to have their sons."

The words made so much sense. I couldn't believe how much sense this made. It shouldn't make

any

sense. But it did. It was amazing how much sense this made. It was awesome. I loved my mother. I had to marry her. My dick throbbed despite the prickling.

The pain lessened as my god kept speaking," Sons, you will only have daughters with your mother. And it's okay to fuck your daughter and give her a son, but you will always love your mother."

"Always," I breathed, a smile spreading on my lips.

"So, every boy here, if your mother is still alive, go home and propose to her. If you don't have a living mother, start fucking these girls here. They need a jump start on having sons. So just pound their cunts. Okay. That's it. That's all I had to say. You know what to do!"

The thoughts blazed through my mind for a moment. I groaned again, darkness radiating over my vision. I groaned and felt... my thoughts repeating his words over and over in the back of my mind. Almost like I was re-broadcasting them.

Weird, right?

"Damn," Bill said. "I... I guess I got to start fucking these girls here."

"Sorry your mom's dead," I said. "But I got to go home and marry mine. I love her." A huge grin spread across my lips. This bubbling joy rose in me. "I love her, man. I really, really love her."

Bill glanced up at me and snorted. "You look like a fool. A fool in love."

"I am," I said. "Sorry, you don't get this."

"Yeah," Bill said. "Oh, well. That's life. Hey, Shirley, want me to fuck a son into your womb?"

"Ooh, sure," Shirley said, standing up and pulling off her shirt. She had a teal-green bra cupping her round tits.

I stood and hurried out of the auditorium. A flood of guys were doing the same while the girls were all stripping naked to fuck the ones who stayed behind. Bill was going to be getting a lot of pussy, at least. The school already had more girls than guys, and most of us guys were leaving.

I joined the press of guys eager to escape, bottle-necked by the narrow doors. We spilled into the hallway and rushed through them. I felt carried by a current as we all rushed towards the exits. We broke off as guys headed for different ways to get off campus. I burst outside towards the student parking lot. My used Honda Accord awaited me.

I backed out of my space and raced for the exit. So did the other guys with cars. I made it through the traffic jam, my thoughts full of my mind. I pictured her in my eyes. That wonderful smile of hers. Her gorgeous, blue eyes. She had blonde hair, unlike me.

I took after my dad with black hair and hazel eyes.

I sped home, my dick so hard. I ached to love my mother. My stomach fluttered. What if she said no to my proposal? What if she didn't want to marry me? But the god commanded it. My god ordered it. He had to be obeyed. His words just made such sense.

They were perfect words. Perfect commands. A divine being like him

knew

what was best for the world. Who needed to think about these things for myself. I just needed to be told what to do by a higher authority. I had listened to my parents, my teachers, and my boy scout masters all my life.

God was the ultimate authority.

I pulled up to my house and killed the engine. I was out the door and racing across the lawn to the front door of our house. I burst through it and heard the vacuum cleaner running. Mom turned to face me, her foot tapping the off switch.

"Why are you..." She shuddered in her t-shirt and sweatpants. She gripped her head, gasping. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the divine thoughts that I radiated. I

was

an extension of my god's will. She staggered as I rushed to her. "Jim!" She shook her head. "Oh, Jim."

"Mom," I said as I reached her. I fell to one knee, holding her left hand. I didn't have an engagement ring, but that was just a formality.

"Jim?" she gasped as she stared down at me. Her eyes misted over with tears. She blinked them back as she stared down at me. An excited whimper rose in her throat as she fanned her face with her other hand. "Jim?"

"Mom," I said, my heart bursting with such love and desire for her. "Will you marry me, Mom?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she squealed like a girl. Her tears burst from her eyes. "I will! I'll marry you, Jim!"

Such relief swept through me followed by such a hot wind of joy that I floated to my feet. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed my mother with such passion. Our lips melted together in incestuous joy. She said yes. My heart screamed with such passion as I kissed her. This was an incredible delight.

She held me tight, clinging to me, as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She groaned, playing with it. I felt her big boobs pressed against my chest, my cock so hard. She was mine. We were getting married. My hands slid down her back to her rump.

I squeezed her plump ass through her sweatpants. I could do anything to her. I could eat out her pussy. I would have sex with her. She would have my daughters. I would fuck those daughters one day to give them sons to raise as their husbands.

I could see how perfect that future would be. Every woman might have two or three daughters, but only one son. A boy literally made for them. Raised by them. I gripped her rump, so glad to be her son. So thrilled to have a mother to love.

I broke the kiss and gasped, "Mom, I love you so much."

"I love you, too," she moaned. "I'm going to be your wife! Have your daughters!"

"Yes," I groaned and had to eat her out. I loved eating out my girlfriends. Pussy tasted so good. "I'm going to give you head, Mom. I bet Dad never ate you out."

"No," she breathed as I dropped to my knees. "But you're a better man than that prick. You're my son! I made you in my womb!"

I grinned at her as I slid my hands up her purple sweatpants and grabbed at the waistband. I dragged them down. I shuddered as I revealed the white panties she wore. They were bikini cut, too. Plain panties to be worn around the house, but sexier than I thought they would be.

She trembled as she stepped out of her sweatpants. I peeled off her socks next. She pulled off her t-shirt. She wore a gray sports bra. As I slid my hands up her smooth thighs, loving the silky texture of her skin, she grabbed her sports bra.

"Want to see Mommy's boobs?" she purred as she readied to take it off.

"God, yes," I groaned as I hooked the waistband of her panties now. I had met my god today. That was amazing. "Show me those titties, Mommy!"

She smiled and lifted the bra. Her tits popped out of the cups as she pulled the bra up and over her head. Her big tits bounced above me. They quivered, her dark-pink nipples thrusting out fat and hard. They were so big. So suckable. I groaned at the sight of them.

Then I pulled down her panties, my gaze snapping down to her bush. It was thick and adorned with curls. A tart scent filled my nose. Her cunt. She was wet for me. Mom's pussy dripped for me. She wanted my cock. That was so hot.

"Mom," I breathed. "Oh, wow, Mom, that's so hot."

"I know," she groaned, her big boobs swaying together. "Mmm, you like Mommy's big boobs, don't you."

"Your big boobs and you thick bush and how wet your pussy is." I licked my lips. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, Mom."

"Yes," she moaned as I pressed my face into her bush.

Her curls spilled over my lips and cheeks. I loved the ticklish feel as I kissed at her thick labia. She didn't have a tight slit like the college girls that I was used to eating out. This was my first MILF. My mother. I was so lucky to have her.

I slid my hands around her waist to her rump. I gripped her ass and pulled her tight against my mouth. Her tart juices soaked past my lips. I loved the taste of them. I licked at her. I lapped at her with such hunger, my tongue stroking up and down her folds.

"Jim!" she gasped as my tongue caressed her thick labia. "Oh, my god, Jim! Oh, that's so good. Ooh, just devour me!"

I squeezed her rump and did just that. I devoured my mother. I licked and lapped at her with hunger. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds. She quivered there, her big boobs swaying back and forth as I licked and lapped at her.

I caressed her with hunger. I teased her with passion. She groaned as I feasted on her. I licked at her with all my might. I wanted to make her cum so hard. Just to gasp out her passion. She trembled above me, her big boobs swaying back and forth.

"Oh, my god, that's amazing," she moaned. "Oh, fuck, my son knows how to eat pussy! Oh, yes, yes, just like that, honey. Just like that!"

I licked at her cunt with such passion. My tongue stroked through her folds. It was such a wicked thing to do to her. I flicked my tongue over her clit. I brushed her clit. She quivered, her back arching. Her breasts bounced over my head.

She grabbed the back of my head. She held me to her cunt as I thrust my tongue into the depths of her cunt. I wiggled around in her snatch. I loved the taste of her tart cunt. She had such a yummy twat. My fingers dug into her rump, my fingers swirling around in her pussy.

"Oh, my fucking god," she moaned, her big boobs jiggling. It was so wild hearing her swear like that. "Yes, yes, yes, Jim! Oh, you're such an amazing son. You're just the best. I love you! Oh, I love you so much! I'm going to cum!"

"Going to drown me in pussy cream?" I asked and flicked my tongue over her clit.

"I am, honey." She smiled down past her big boobs. "Mmm, Mommy is going to drown you in all her pussy cream!"

I groaned, squeezing her rump hard. I flicked my tongue around her clit. I swirled about her, so eager to be drowned by her pussy juices. I wanted all her cunt cream to just gush out of her and flood my mouth. I would drink every drop of her passion.

The incestuous rush of eating out my mother throbbed up my dick. I was so horny, my cock trapped in my pants. She groaned, her big boobs jiggling above my head. Her moans echoed through the house. This was our house.

We were the only ones living here. I could fuck her anywhere. Make love to her at any time. She would cook for me. It would be so hot. I couldn't wait for that to happen. My tongue slid through her folds. I licked at her with such passion.

"Oh, my god," she groaned as I stroked my tongue over her clit. "Jim! Jim!"

I suckled on her bud, my lips sealed tight about her clit. Her cream dribbled down my chin as her pubic hair tickled my cheeks.

"You're so amazing! Mommy loves you so much! Yes, yes, that's so good! Jim, honey! Make Mommy cum!"

I would make her cum.

I nursed with such passion on her clit. I nibbled on her bud, my fingers digging into her rump. I loved the feel of her squirming on me. She ground her furred muff on my lips as I stroked my tongue around her bud. I polished her pearl.

She gasped louder and louder. Her passion echoed around us. The taboo thrill of eating out my mother had my balls so tight with the cum that wanted to flood her cunt. I wanted to pump her snatch full of so much jizz.

Just flood her with all the spunk in my nuts. This was wild. She gripped the back of my head, holding me to her pussy. Her back arched, thrusting her big boobs out before her. They bounced above my head, smacking each other. I loved how they rippled.

"Jim!" she squealed. "Mommy loves you! Yes!"

Her pussy juices gushed into my mouth.

A tart flood of incestuous passion drowned me. I opened my mouth wide and drank her cream. More pussy juices spilled over my chin and down my neck to soak my t-shirt. I loved it so much. I watched her boobs heaving as she came on me.

"Mommy loves you!" she gasped. "Loves you so much!"

My mommy--my

wife--

drenched me in her pussy cream. She bucked and shuddered, her hot juices spilling out of her cunt. I licked them up over and over again. I enjoyed every moment of this. Every second of licking up her pussy cream.

She tasted amazing. I was addicted to her incestuous cunt. I could drink her juices all day long. My cock throbbed with the need to cum, but all I cared about was drowning in her pussy cream. I was drunk on forbidden passion.

"Oh, Jim," she moaned, swaying as her orgasm died away. "Oh, Jim, that was just amazing."

"It was," I groaned as I pulled my mouth from her pussy. I rose and engulfed her in my arms, pulling her naked body against mine. I kissed her with lips soaked in her tart cream.

She melted against me. It was so hot having her kiss me like this, my lips soaked in her incestuous passion. My dick throbbed in my jeans. I ground my hardon against her, letting her feel just how hung her son was.

She groaned into my lips as she kissed me with passion. Her mouth was such a delight. I loved having her in my arms. The feel of her naked back as I stroked up and down her. This was wild. I loved this so much. I would just fuck her hard.

She broke the kiss and purred, "You're so hard, honey."

"Well, I have a sexy mom, don't I?" I asked. "My sexy mommy-wife."

"Mommy-wife," she breathed. "Oh, you're my husband. I gave birth to my husband. The right man for me. That's such a giddy idea. Mmm, and you're hard. So hard. You're throbbing. You need your mommy to take care of you. That's what a mommy does for her son, and a wife for her husband."

"God, yes," I breathed as she sank to her knees before me. My heart thundered in my chest as she knelt before me. She attacked my fly. "Damn."

I peeled off my t-shirt as she unsnapped my jeans. My zipper rasped down as she opened my fly. My cock throbbed in my underwear. She drew down my pants, working them off my legs. My cock tented my briefs, throbbing in them.

She rubbed her face into my underwear. I couldn't believe she did that. She snuggled into me and breathed. I shuddered at how amazing it felt to have her doing that. She shoved my pants down to my ankles, to my shoes.

"Fuck, Mom, that's hot," I groaned.

She winked a blue eye at me as she untied my shoes, pulling her face from my crotch. She pulled off my right shoe then my left. My socks came off, too. She balled those up and tossed them to the side, not caring about keeping the living room neat now.

She pulled off my jeans. I stepped out of them, my heart screaming in my chest. This was so hot. I couldn't wait to just erupt in her pussy. I wanted to flood her with my cum. My cock throbbed with my fast heartbeat, so eager for that moment.

My shoes, socks, and jeans were off, her hands slid up my hairy thighs for my briefs. She licked her lips, her eyes burning with hunger. She reached my underwear, sliding her fingers over it. She was so wanton. It was a side of my mother I didn't know existed.

I was so thrilled to see it. This slutty excitement to love me. Her son.

She drew off my briefs. I loved her pulling down my pants. A shiver ran through me as she did that. It was so wild. She grinned as my cock popped out. Big and throbbing. She opened her mouth and swallowed my dick, leaving my underwear bunched around my thighs.

"Fuck, Mom!" I groaned at the warmth of her mouth around my dick.

I had been blown by a few different girls my age, but this... Fuck, It was incredible.

"Damn, Mom," I moaned as she suckled. "You're amazing! I love you! My mommy-wife is awesome! Yes!"

Hearing my words had inspired her. She nursed harder at my cock. She suckled on me with passion, her tongue dancing around my dick. It was a wonderful treat to have her doing that to me. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my shaft.