Mind Controlled Mothers Club Chapter 5: Creating Mommy-Sluts

Mind Controlled Mothers Club

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Five: Creating Mommy-Sluts

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Ulrich thrust into his mother’s pussy. She was bent over the break room table for the shipping department of the Institute of Apotheosis. Ulrich was one of the young men who worked there, all devotees of the new god, Henry Archer. They had formed their own Mother Fuckers Club, Ulrich’s mom, the supervisor of the shipping department, was the first recruit.

“Ulrich, yes!” she moaned, her sloppy cunt clenching down around him. He wasn’t the first guy to fuck her during the break. She took on every guy she could, transformed into a slut as she followed the new God’s orders. “Cum in me!”

She wasn’t the only mother in the room gasping and moaning, getting gangbanged. Ulrich loved it. His cock pumped into his mother’s pussy faster and faster. The pleasure rippled through him, drowning out the dread building in him.

A wave of commotion washed through the room as those not fucking stared at the TV showing the spycam view of Henry Archer’s living room. The new God had a group of MILFs, including his own slut-mother, naked in his loving room, their bodies splattered with cum. His new girlfriend, Cherry, was with him, a girl Henry’s age. Her Korean mother was one of the whores in the room.

“What’s going on?” someone said.

“That’s one of our boxes,” another guy said. “That can’t be one of our boxes.”

Ulrich shuddered. He glanced at the TV and witnessed Cherry, naked, her round face full of shock as she pulled out a golden ring. One of the Halos, the nanite colonies the Institute produced that created gods. The device is what gave the new Gods their powers to control others among other abilities. Ulrich’s thrusts grew harder and harder as he watched his efforts, his cock throbbing in his mother’s depths.

“Why does she have a Halo?” Jim asked. “Ulrich?”

His coworkers glanced at Ulrich. He groaned, burying into his mother’s cunt. He had done it .He had gotten the Halo to the new God’s girlfriend. He wanted her to be a Goddess, too. Ulrich made it happen. Ecstatic pleasure rushed through Ulrich.

He came in his mother’s cunt. His jizz spurted into her. He flooded the pussy that birthed him. Rapture shot through his body. It slammed into his mind. He groaned, his mother whimpering, her pussy rippling about him.

“Ulrich?” Jim asked. “How does she have a Halo?”

Ulrich groaned through the pleasure. He stared at his coworkers. Pride straightened his spine. The Institute was only supposed to go to the individuals chosen by their dead guru, Dr. Blavatsky. They weren’t supposed to be sent to other people.

“I obeyed our God,” Ulrich said. “He wanted this. I made it happen.”

“Fuck,” Jim said.

Ulrich’s mother whipped her head around, cum dribbling down her chin. Shock filled her face. “Ulrich, honey… Do you know what you’ve done?”

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Henry Archer

I pulled my car into the driveway of my college, an excitement rippling through me. Cherry squirmed beside me. She burst out of the car the moment I stopped. She had a bounce to her step. Her lush lips were pursed as she shook with excitement. She had such energy, eager to use her new powers.

I still couldn’t believe the Institute sent my new girlfriend a Halo not long after I wanted to get her one. That, after mind-controlling her into being my girlfriend and seeing how hot she found that, I thought it would be exciting if she had the same powers. The Institute had to be watching us. I didn’t understand what their game was.

Why would they give us power?

Especially considering I was using my power to form my Mother Fucking Club. I wasn’t using it for anything important. Just turning MILFs into the sluts they truly were. My mother, my friend’s mothers, were just whores at heart. Now they were honest whores, fucking my friends and me. Fucking any guy who joined the club.

I climbed out of the car and walked around it to Cherry. She had such a big grin on her lips, her round face full of expectant pleasure. She bounced on her feet, her black hair swaying about her features. Her slanted eyes were glinting with mirth.

I smacked her ass. “You know what to do?”

“I do, stud-muffin,” she said, her smile turning playful. “Mmm, I am so wet for this. I’ll get this done. Tonight’s gangbang is going to be incredible. We’ll have plenty of slut-mothers there to enjoy.”

I grinned at her. She was perfect. She got off on all of this stuff. She was thrilled to be mind-controlled into being my girlfriend. I rescued her from becoming a slut. While she was still a virgin when I claimed her, she brimmed on the edge of becoming a whore, just fucking any guy who made her cunt wet. Now she was devoted to me. She only would love me. Fuck me.

“It is going to be great,” I said, my dick so hard. “You’re going to get your pussy licked by so many whores.”

“I am!” she said, a shiver running through her. “While you fuck them! While you use their cunts! Ooh, yes, Henry!” She spun around. “We’re going to mind-control so many sluts!”

I shook my head in amusement. “You’re going to cream yourself all day using your powers.”

“Big time, stud-muffin!” She darted for the school, her hips wiggling in her tight skirt, her pale-olive thighs flashing. She was such a sexy girl. I could love her. I could be happy with her. We would do so much together. Her powers served me.

She begged me to give her a final set of commands: she could only use her mind-control powers to please me.

I was about to follow her at a sauntering stroll, Cherry already bursting into our college, when another car pulled up in front of the school. Not parking, but dropping someone off. I shuddered as Sheri Saunders stepped out of the car, a black-haired girl wearing a low-cut blouse and a pair of tight skinny jeans. As she turned, speaking into the car, I noticed her thong vanishing into her jeans. Just such a slutty sight. The woman in the car had a similar round face.

My dick ached. A mother to recruit.

I sauntered to them, not caring why Sheri was being dropped off in the middle of the school day. She straightened, glancing at me, frowning. Then she slammed the door to the car, whirling away from me, her breasts jiggling in her top.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Stop,” I commanded, my thoughts tingling as my power hit her. She froze before she could leave, her eyes widening. That look of shock crossing her face. “Just stay right there.”

The passenger window rolled down. “Is something wrong, honey?”

I reached Sheri, glancing into the car. Her mother had the same black hair, cut short in a soccer mom fashion. She had a curvy body with large breasts stretching out the flowery dress she wore, a frown on her lush lips.

“Hi?” she asked, giving me a weird look. “Are you a friend of Sheri’s?”

“No, no,” I said. “Sheri never gave me the time of day. Ain’t that right?”

“No, ignored you,” said Sheri, her voice tight. “Why can’t I move?”

“Don’t worry about that,” I said as I stared at the mother, eyes flicking down her body. Another slut needing to learn who she was. “Mrs. Saunders, get out of the car and come here.”

“What? I have to get going and…” Her words trailed off as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She frowned as she stepped out of the car and walked around it. Such confusion crossed her face. She stared down at her feet then up at me.

Sheri stood there calm now, not worrying about the fact she couldn’t move, her breasts rising and falling in a regular rhythm. In moments, her mother reached us. Together, it was apparent that they were related. They had the same faces, Mrs. Saunders matured into a beautiful perfection. Her body was ripe.

“Damn,” I muttered, nodding my head in approval.

“What do you need?” Mrs. Saunders demanded, face tight. “I have things to do.”

“Is your daughter a virgin?” I asked her, glancing at Sheri.

“Probably,” Mrs. Saunders said. “I hope she is. She’s eighteen.”

“You think she’s a virgin wearing this?” I asked. I snapped the back of Sheri’s thong.

“Hey!” Sheri gasped.

“Don’t touch my daughter, you little pervert!” Mrs. Saunders snarled, her hands on her hips.

“You want me to touch your daughter,” I said, my hand sliding around Sheri’s hips, my thoughts prickling. “You want me to shove my hand down her pants and find out if she’s a virgin.”

Spots of darkness danced across my vision as I rewrote the MILF’s mind.

“What?” Sheri gasped. And then her hand raised and slapped at me.

“Freeze!” I growled.

Her hand stopped an inch from my face. Her eyes bulged while I groaned through the sudden pain attacking my mind. My finger hooked her thong in the front, reaching down into her jeans, feeling the warmth of her skin.

“You want me to reach into your pants,” I growled. “You want me to feel your pussy and find out if you’re a virgin.”

She didn’t move. Every muscle in her body was rigid. Her eyes were locked forward. Her breasts didn’t rise or fall. Color flushed across her face. I hit her with such a powerful command… I had to be careful.

“You can move,” I said, my hand thrusting into her tight jeans. She was shaved, her skin smooth and hot beneath my touch. My fingers reached deeper. I groaned as my digits rubbed across her hot pussy lips. I stroked up and down her slit, her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Mrs. Saunders nodded her head, smiling.

“Do you really think your daughter is a virgin dressed like this?” I asked, my fingers thrusting into Sheri’s cunt. The girl moaned and shuddered. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers, groaning as I penetrated deep into her. “Huh, Mrs. Saunders?”

“Well, that’s just how the girls her age dress,” the MILF said.

“That’s how whores dress,” I growled. “Showing off their bodies. Wanting to have attention.” I glanced at her. “What does that make you, Mrs. Saunders?”

“Her mother,” she answered.

I arched an eyebrow. “Mother? You allow your daughter dress like this. Letting her look like a slut, to be a slut. What does that make you? A slut, too?”

“Her mother,” she repeated.