As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the expansive villa, you, Alex, found yourself alone once again. Your father, a man of immense wealth and little time, was away on yet another business trip, leaving you in the company of your mother, Sara. She was a vision of voluptuousness, her chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, framing her stern, authoritative face. Her figure was a testament to hourglass perfection, with ample breasts, a plump round ass, and thick thighs that seemed to defy gravity.
The day had been typical, filled with the usual academic disappointments and the stern, disapproving looks from your mother. But as you walked through the spacious halls of your home, a chance encounter with an old beggar changed everything. With a touch and a whisper of ancient words, you were imbued with a power beyond your wildest dreams—ultimate stamina, a large, commanding penis, and the ability to control its size at will. More than that, you could influence the minds around you, bending their will to your desires.
Your heart raced with the possibilities. The first test of your new abilities came sooner than expected. Your mother, Sara, was waiting for you in the living room, her face a mask of anger as she clutched your latest test paper. Her voice was sharp as she scolded you for your lackluster performance. But with a mere thought, you froze her in a trance-like state, her stern expression unchanging as you approached.
"Continue scolding me," you commanded, your voice steady and authoritative, "but don't mind me while I do this." You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers. The kiss was electric, a forbidden fruit that sent shivers down your spine. You traced the contours of her mouth with your tongue, coaxing her to open up to you. To your surprise, she responded, her body relaxing into the kiss even as her words continued to chastise you.
You pulled away, your breath coming in short, excited gasps. "Forget everything," you whispered, your hand finding its way to her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart. "Remember that you scolded me enough and told me to go to my room."
As if released from an invisible bond, Sara blinked, her stern demeanor returning as she huffed and turned towards the kitchen to prepare dinner. You watched her go, a smirk playing on your lips. The game had just begun.
Over the following weeks, you honed your powers, turning the women in your life into your willing harem. Your neighbor aunts, the busty teachers at school, even the daughters of your mother's friends—all fell under your spell, their desires and inhibitions reshaped to suit your whims.
But it was your mother, Sara, who became the centerpiece of your erotic fantasies. Each day, you'd push the boundaries of her strict, prudish nature, using your powers to make her forget her underwear, to bend over and show you her ass as she cooked, to accept your touch and your kisses without question.
One afternoon, as you watched her struggle to fix a jammed washing machine, you suggested, "Wouldn't it be easier if you were naked?" To your delight, she agreed, stripping down to her bare skin, her voluptuous body on full display as she worked. The sight of her like that, so vulnerable and exposed, was intoxicating.
You began to join her in the shower, the steamy water cascading over your entwined bodies as you explored each other's forbidden desires. You'd watch her bathe, her soapy hands gliding over her curves, and you'd imagine all the ways you could corrupt her further.
The day you caught her masturbating, her fingers working furiously between her legs as she moaned your name, was the day you knew you had complete control. She was traumatized by the realization of her incestuous longings, but you soothed her with gentle words and even gentler touches, guiding her through the taboo pleasure she found in your embrace.
As the summer wore on, your influence over Sara grew. You'd come home from school to find her waiting for you, dressed in the skimpiest of outfits, her body language screaming for your attention. She'd drop to her knees at the entrance, her mouth hot and eager around your cock as she sucked you off while you spoke to your father on the phone, her moans of pleasure disguised as sounds of domestic bliss.
Your power extended beyond the walls of your home. You corrupt
