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."