Mommy Mind Control Chapter 3: Mommy’s Naughty Disicpline

Mommy Mind Control
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Three: Mommy’s Naughty Discipline
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

I was so angry with Melissa when I stormed out of my good friend Cathy Dawson’s house. That little fucking skank. How dare she cheat on my son. I never liked little miss miniskirt. She was a slut. A whore. The type of girl who would get knocked up and make me a grandmother before my son turned twenty-one. I was glad I corrected Ryan and made him realize that Annie, the cute nineteen-year-old who lived next door and idolized my eldest, was the right girl for him.

But, still, finding out that Melissa cut the date short with Ryan last night so she could go to a party and fuck this Rick asshole made my blood boil. I knew she would hurt my son. I knew it!

Everyone at my son’s college had to be laughing behind his back. The pictures were all over social media. Cathy’s son showed me some of the pics posted to Facebook. He didn’t want to. But he had no choice. People had to listen to me now.

No one could ever ignore me again thanks to my mind control powers gifted to me by the halo.

“Margaret,” Cathy called, wrapped up again in her housecoat, her big, fake tits almost spilling out. Her son was behind her, a hand on her shoulder, such an intimate gesture. I had told them about the joys of a mother having sex with her son, and they had listened to me and discovered that joy. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to punish that little hussy,” I snarled. She cheated on my son! “I’ll let the entire world know she is a big, filthy whore.”

“Damn,” Bill said, his arms now sliding around his mother’s waist, holding her. It almost made her robe fall open and spill out her tits. They were so close to being exposed, such big, lush mounds.

After my little threesome with my youngest son Davie and Cathy’s daughter Kimmie upstairs, I was awakened to feminine beauty. A naughty thrill went through me as I stared at my friend’s almost exposed breasts. I had never realized how gorgeous and cute women could be, but seeing eighteen-year-old Kimmie blossoming into womanhood at the hands of my youngest had…given me perspective.

“How?” Cathy asked as I opened my car door.

“Be at the college’s football field in an hour,” I told her. “You’ll see.” I paused. “Oh, Davie and Kimmie are dating now. It’s okay that they fuck. In fact, they’re having fun right now.”

Bill laughed, pulling his Mom inside. “We’ll be there, Mrs. Justice.”

Then the door closed, and I knew more than Davie fucking Kimmie would be going on in the Dawsons’ house.

It almost dulled my anger. Almost. But that skank’s face rose in my mind. She had this cherub innocence, framed by black hair, her blue eyes so sweet. At first glance, she appeared harmless, but then you saw the whorish way she dressed, showing off her twenty-year-old body, flaunting it for all to see. The way she carried herself like a whore set my teeth on edge. She exuded her budding sexuality, attracting flies to her like a pitcher plant, ready to drown them in her poisoned cunt juices.

I jammed my key into the ignition so hard. I twisted it. My car roared to life. Then I was backing out far faster than I normally would, whipping the steering wheel around like I was a NASCAR driver or something. I slammed down on the accelerator, speeding down the street. I didn’t care. Any cop who pulled me over would listen to why he had to let me go.

I was home in minutes. I needed my son’s phone. I had calls to make. Starting with that skank and the asshole she cheated on my son with. I burst out of my car and raced up into my house, my naked breasts heaving beneath my loose dress.

“Oh, hi, Mrs. Justice,” Annie said, the girl walking naked to the kitchen, her body flushed from having fun with Ryan. She turned away from me, her cute, tight ass wiggling. She had a petite body, blonde hair falling down her back, all tousled with passion. And there, trickling down her thighs, was my son’s white cum.

“Hi, Annie,” I said, my anger blunted by the hot sight of her walking to the refrigerator. She stopped, opening it up and looking inside, half-bent over, giving me a profile view of her body, her breasts small handfuls, her face so sweet.

I walked up to her. She gasped as I touched her inner thigh, sweeping up the line of jizz trickling out of her pussy. She straightened, whirling, blue eyes so wide as I brought my son’s jizz to my mouth and sucked it clean, savoring the salty cum.

“Mrs. Justice!” she gasped.

“Relax, Annie,” I said, thoughts prickling. “And call me mom. It’s okay if I touch you. You’re family.”
To prove my point, my hand shot down and rubbed at her blonde bush, sticky and matted with sexual fluids, and jammed two fingers into her hot, tight pussy. She was so wet and tight, her cunt newly deflowered by my son. I stirred them around, making her groan and shudder, her blue eyes fluttering. She held a can of Pepsi in one hand.

“I see you and Ryan decided against condoms,” I said. “Are you on the pill?”

“No, Mom,” she moaned, her pussy clenching down on my fingers. “I just…I just want his babies so badly. I wouldn’t let him put it on. But he was so eager to breed me. When I begged him, he fucked me so hard. It was wonderful.”

I shivered, wishing I had seen that. “That’s great. I hope you conceive. I can’t wait to be a grandmother. I’ll be such a cool one.”

“Yeah,” Annie whimpered then gasped as I pulled my fingers out of her pussy.

I brought them to my lips, sucking off her spicy musk and my son’s salty cum. It was such a delicious combination. Annie’s cheeks were so crimson as I popped my fingers out of my mouth and let out a satisfied moan.

“Mmm, that’s good. You two taste great together. I knew you’d be perfect.”

Annie just smiled shyly and said, in her sweetest tones, “Thank you for talking to him. He told me you explained it to him, and then he understood how much he loved me.”

“You’re welcome.” I leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “So, getting refreshments?”

Annie nodded her head. “Sex makes you so thirsty. But it’s lots of fun.”

“Better than masturbating?”

She blushed so beautifully. I loved it. “Yes, Mom.”

“Okay, grab him a drink, then I need to talk to him.” My face set. “That little skank Melissa cheated on him.”

“But they’re broken up,” Annie said, frowning.

“Not last night when she claimed to have a family emergency while on their date. But instead of going home, she went and hooked up with Rick at a party.”

“No!” Annie gasped. “That bitch!”

“So we need to teach her a lesson.”

The girl nodded her head. “He’s such a great guy. How could she cheat on him?”

“Because she’s a whore.” My thoughts prickled hard.

Annie gasped, her eyes widening. “Yes, she is. A filthy, disgusting whore.”

I put my arm around her naked, slim shoulders. “Oh, you are such a wondrous thing, Annie. I’m so glad you and Ryan are together.”

“Me, too,” she sighed.

Ryan was stretched out on his bed when Annie and I walked into his room upstairs. He was naked, left arm folded up behind his head, stretching out his muscular torso. He was tan and buff from sports, the opposite of his shy, slim brother. He had a rugged handsomeness and a smile that melted hearts and panties.

“Hey, Mom,” he said though his eyes were on Annie. It was only proper. She was his girl. But I knew I had a special place in his heart.

“You won’t believe it!” Annie said, marching to him in an angry huff. She sat on the bed, handing him a Pepsi while she opened her Diet Dr. Pepper, my favorite.

“What?” he asked, sitting up and pulling her to him.

“Melissa!” Annie said, saying the word with such venom.

“Oh, shit, I never told her we were breaking up,” Ryan said. “I got distracted.”

Annie squealed as his hand wandered between her thighs.

“Melissa didn’t have a family emergency last night,” I said, grabbing my son’s phone. “What’s your passcode?”

“3891,” he said, frowning.

I typed it in. He had his phone on silence, not hearing any notifications. There were tons of them he had missed. There were people telling him what happened last night. Some were laughing at him while others were commiserating with him.

“Oh?” Ryan said, frowning as opened his contacts and found Melissa’s number. “What are you doing?”

“Calling that skank,” I said. “She was with Rick last night. It’s all over Facebook that she hooked up with him at a party.”

“What?” Ryan said and there was real hurt in his expression. He had cared for the skank. “Fuck.”

“She’s a whore,” I told him. “So don’t feel bad or guilty or anything. This is what whores do. And it’s time the world… Hi, Melissa,” I said when the girl picked up.

“Mrs. Justice?” Melissa said, sounding a little shocked.