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Mind Controlled Mothers Club Chapter 1: Making a Mommy Slut

Mind Controlled Mothers Club

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter One: Making a Mommy Slut

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Ulrich Geller’s clean suit rasped and crinkled as he worked in shipping at the Institute of Apotheosis Research. The box to contain the Halo lay open, ready to receive the device which would create the next new god.

Twenty-one-year-old Ulrich trembled. Though he had only met the great founder of the Institute, Dr. Henry Blavatsky, and the great man’s wife, Alice Bailey, when he was much younger, their vision of an enlightened world always stuck with Ulrich. It inspired him through his teenage years, and he was glad to come work for the Institute.

Even if it meant working beneath his mother.

When the second Goddess revealed a mother and a son could love each other in ways the rest of the world thought was wrong, it touched something in Ulrich, awakened something he didn’t know lurked in him. He ached for his mother.

He just didn’t have the courage to talk to the dominating woman. To tell her what he wanted. He yearned for that boldness, to seize her, bend her over her desk, and fuck her. Or to even have her just want him.

He pushed down those thoughts as he lifted the Halo, appearing as nothing more than a golden ring, from its charging port and stasis nullifier. The ring clicked free of the white crèche it sat in, the five to its left empty, the six to the right ready to be used.

Even through the white gloves he wore he could feel the power of the holy artifact.

Awe filled him.

His knees trembled.

His heart pounded.

If only he we were worthy of this device. If only he could be a new god. He turned and, treading on his cloth booties over his shoes, he carried the Halo towards its box. With reverence, holding his breath, he sat it into the packing peanuts. He made sure it was secure, protected for its journey to the new god or goddess. He sat the owner’s manual in next, the cover printed in a dozen different languages, then he sealed the box with brown packing tape.

He lifted the cardboard container and marched to the door. The airlock hissed as it cycled. He stepped into the entrance to the clean room, nudging the button thrusting out of the wall. The door behind him closed. A light changed. The door before him opened. With a sigh, Ulrich pulled back the cloth hood, exposing his short, black hair. Then he removed his breathing mask, a sweaty band of skin marking the rubber gasket of the filter.

He sat the box down by the shipping computer and printed out the label. He felt his mother’s eyes on him now, watching from her office over the warehouse floor. She ran the shipping department. Like with every one of the halos, she watched him from her office overlooking the shipping floor. Normally, it bustled with workers getting ready to mail the various electronic components the Institute made to finance their true work.

The printer whirled. A label ejaculated out, the edges warm. A shiver ran through Ulrich as he glanced down at it and read the recipient’s name.

“Henry Archer…” Awe tingled through him at the name of the new god. Who is Henry Archer? What will he teach?

Ulrich hoped for inspiration as he stuck the shipping label on the device. He smoothed it on, making sure it stuck. His finger, still clad in the clean room glove, ran across the nascent god’s name. Soon the Halo would change Henry.

Apotheosis…

Godhood…

Ulrich stepped back and licked his lips. He glanced up at the office, at his beautiful mother watching, her black hair falling about her round face. A knot clenched about his stomach. He drew in a deep breath and called up to her, “Let drone control know, the Halo is ready.”

A smile crossed his mother’s lips.

The young man wished he had the courage to follow the Second Goddess’s teachings.

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“Your mom is the second hottest,” my friend Teo said as Mrs. Hayley left the room, leaving behind some snacks for us to enjoy.

Noah scowled, shaking his head at that pronouncement about his mother. He pushed up his glasses and asked, “Second hottest? Whose the first?”

My mother? I couldn’t admit that, even if my friend Noah seemed more mad that his blonde mother wasn’t the hottest. Though Mrs. Hayley wore those tight jeans that showed off her great ass, and she was forever wearing those low-cut blouses.

But her tits just weren’t big as my mother’s. My cock tingled as I shifted, sitting in Noah’s bedroom with my friends, bull-shitting like we normally did after classes.

Teo, our Hispanic friend, ran a hand through his short, black hair and glanced at me. “D’uh, it’s Henry’s mom. She’s got those big, huge tatas.” He held his hands before his chest, his fingers flexing. “The way they bounce… They are perfect.”

A thrill ran through me, the memory of my mom’s bouncing tits flaring in my mind, even as I scowled and said, “Naw, no way my mom’s the hottest. She’s my mom.”

“Oh, she is the hottest,” Rick laughed, the ginger sitting on Noah’s bed, XBox controller gripped in his hand. “Henry, your mom has tits to die for.”

I couldn’t let my friends know I had the hots for my mom, too, that I masturbated to her more than any other woman I knew. I didn’t jackoff half as much to the other girls at our college, not even Cherry. Whether our fellow juniors, the cute freshman, or the sultry seniors, it was my mom who dominated my fantasies. My mom and a few of my friend’s sexy mothers. A bevy of hot MILFs. So i lied, saying “Naw,Teo, it’s your mom. I can’t focus at all when I’m in her class. She could teach us all so much.”

“Oh, definitely,” Rick nodded, staring at the screen. “Mmm, I love watching your mom’s ass, Teo.”

“What?” Teo growled, sitting up straight. “Vato, you think you can stare at my mom’s ass without getting your ass whooped.”

“You’re talking about my his mom’s tits and panting after Noah’s fine-assed mother,” Rick said, shrugging and still playing Call of Duty. His forehead furrowed. “Fucking hacks. I swore that asshole is aimbotting.”

“Well, your mom’s hot, too, Rick,” Teo said, bristling. “I spank it to her ass all the time. I saw her bend over once and I could tell she wasn’t wearing panties.”

Rick just shrugged, staring at the screen.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I frowned and pulled it out and blinked at the strange text message from a number I didn’t remember.

CONGRATULATIONS Henry Archery!!!

You have been chosen by our top team of researchers for our exciting new product! The Halo is the answer to all your life’s needs. Tired of lacking the confidence to admit what you crave? Tired of feeling too scared to seize what you crave?

Well you’re in luck. Our patented Halo mind control technology will allow you to take control of the people in your life and mold them to your wishes.

I know you are as excited as we by this amazing possibility. Out of all the billions of people in this world, we think you are one of the TWELVE lucky candidates to utilize this ground-breaking technology.

So congratulations and get ready to seize your new life!

Your package should arrive in moments by drone. Enjoy!

Sincerely,

Deidre Icke, Esq.

President of The Institute of Apotheosis Research

“The fuck,” I muttered, staring at he phone.

“Staring at pics of Teo’s mom?” Noah asked, leaning over to look over my shoulder.

“Just spam,” I said, turning off my phone’s screen and thrusting it in my pocket. “Though I wish I did have a pic. Teo, can you snap some of your mom getting out of the shower or something?”

“Oh, vato, you are asking for a whooping,” Teo said, cracking his knuckles.

“You aren’t going to do anything,” Rick said. He leaned forward. “Oh, I got you now. Think you can—

“Fucking hacks!” he swore and threw the controller down onto the bed.

“Hey!” Noah gasped. “Don’t throw my controller around. Geez, man.”

“I had him. I was unloading on him, had him dead to rights, and he just turned around and fired once. Boom, headshot, and I’m dead. Fucking hacks, man. I’m getting sick of it.”

“Maybe you just suck at CoD,” I said, wanting to adjust my swelling dick. I couldn’t get my mother out of my thoughts. Last week, I caught her coming out of the bathroom in only her bra and panties. Her tits were almost spilling out of that struggling brassier. And the way they bounced…

I would do anything to feel those tits wrapped about my dick. For my mom to just please me. She had such a fine body. She worked out. Her ass was tight, like Noah’s mom, and I could just enjoy her. Fuck her.

Pound the shit out of her.

It would be great to fuck a girl. To fuck my mom like she was a slut.

“God, look at Henry, he’s drooling over Teo’s mom,” Noah said, snatching up his controller.

“She makes math interesting,” Rick said. “One MILF teacher plus one horny student equals one hot time. She’s got those cock-sucking lips, you know.”

“Vato, dude, that’s my mom,” Teo said. “She’s not a puta like your mom.”

“It’d be nice if she was though,” Rick said, leaning back. “Damn, I want to go home and stroke one out to your mom, Teo.”

“You all are fucking assholes,” Teo growled and stood up.

“You started it,” Noah said, “by drooling over my mom.”

Teo started for the door when a knock wrapped it. “Henry, honey,” my mom said. She was visiting Noah’s mom, the pair good friends who ran a craft-making business together. “A, uh, a package’s arrived for you.”

“Here?” I asked. Noah and I lived on the same street. We grew up together, friends as long as I could remember. But still, why would it be here?

The door opened and my gorgeous, busty mother entered. My dick twitched so hard in my jeans as I gained my feet. My cheeks were so warm, so aware of the bulge tenting the front of my pants. Her black, curly hair fell about that gorgeous face. Mature and friendly, a smile playing on those lips I thought about blowing my dick so many times.

My mom had plump, cock-sucking lips.

“Hey, Mrs.

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