Chapter 1: John’s Mind-Controlled Mommy

Alesyian

“Status report,” I thought to my ship.

“I’m ready to broadcast to Alliance!” she answered in far too chipper a manner.

“Coordinates locked! Please think your thoughts.”

“Alesyian here. Nemesis comet 91330 tracked to Solar System 01394104. Eight planets, multiple planetoids and dwarf planets, two major asteroid belts, one G Class Star. Radio waves indicate the presence of primitive life on the third planet. Nemesis comet to make contact in ten standard hours. Will commence a search for suitable representative.”

“Well sent, Mistress!” my ship answered. “Your thoughts were just so sublime. They radiated out into the galaxy. I am so certain that they were heard loud and clear. Everyone is going to love them. Just love them.”

“It’s a status update about Nemesis!” I thought, grinding my teeth. My wings fluttered as I headed to my landing crèche. “How is the scan going?”

“I have found the perfect candidate. Male. 854,685,025 Galactic Standard Minutes in age. In the vicinity of the predicted landing of the first of Nemesis’s spores.” The lights flashing on the console seemed to grin. “Aren’t I just amazing?”

I breathed deeply as I settled into my landing crèche. “Just plot us an intercept course. We have to hurry. We can’t let Nemesis get a foothold on such a primitive world. They will be defenseless against it.”

“Right-O! I am just so amazing. You’ll be down on the planet in no time.”

I sighed. “Why me? Why did I get a ship that is so cheerful and arrogant?”

“Look at that, course already set. Get ready for deceleration, Alesyian.”

I tensed in my landing crèche. My hands gripped the counter as the world appeared in the view-screen fast. At the speed of light, it raced towards us, growing bigger and bigger until it was all I could see.

The gravity drive engaged. I felt smashed into my seat for a moment as I went from as fast as you could go to slow enough to survive reentry in about seven galactic seconds. I groaned, every bit of me feeling like paste.

And that was with the landing creche’s inertial dampeners.

“Ooh, perfect,” the ship in my mind. “Aren’t I just so brilliant and awesome? Just in time for re-entry. Yay!”

The ship hit the atmosphere. Fire burst across the view-screen. I had spent all this time relying on the ship to navigate me here. I shouldn’t be scared. I should have complete faith in her. But...

“Fire is burning all around me!” sang the ship. “Hot stuff! Burning through the sky. Hot stuff! Blazing through my heart!”

“Don’t sing pop songs!” I shouted at her with all my mental energy, the ship vibrating.

“But I love that song! Hot stuff! Sing along with me. Hot stuff!”

I sobbed the entire way down.

John Marlin

“It was a good game,” I said for the tenth time as I walked my girlfriend home from the football game. “I mean, we gave it our all.”

“We did,” said Nora. She held onto my arm. A cute redhead, sixteen like me. I had known her all my life. We lived on the same street, just a few houses down. We turned onto it, the early fall evening cool even with the stars coming out.

Not cold.

Nice.

Pleasant.

“It was fun,” she said, a bright smile on her lips. She made my heart pound so hard. I was so aching for our first time. We were so close. I could tell. Just both scared of going over that line. It had to be perfect.

And coming home from our high school’s football game just wasn’t that. But soon...

“Hey, hot stuff,” Andre Martin said, standing up from the porch swing.

I groaned, my teeth gritting tight. The neighborhood bully. Graduated from high school last year and now was a deadbeat his single mother let him do whatever he wanted. He was a tall and strapping Black guy who leaned against the post, leering at us.

“Why don’t you ditch that little dweeb and come sit on my lap,” Andre called. He grinned, his white teeth almost shining. “You’ll like it more.”

“Just ignore him,” I muttered, my hand on her back.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her shoulders tense. Frightened. I hated that guy so much. If he didn’t have a hundred pounds of muscles on me, I’d pop him one, but...

“Damn, I love watching you walk away, hot stuff! You sure you don’t wanna have a real good time? I know you want it. I can smell that hot stuff.” He laughed as we hurried on.

His house was right at the entrance to the street. If he wasn’t such a loser, we wouldn’t have to deal with him. We lived at the end of the cul-de-sac, two blocks further down. We walked quickly. I could feel Andre’s eyes on us.

“That asshole,” I muttered. “You want me to...”

“No!” she gasped, giving me a sharp look. “It’s best if we just ... just ignore him, okay.”

I was relieved, but I didn’t say that. “You sure,” I said, unable to drop the bravado. “I’ll do it.”

“I know.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet, John. And Andre...”

“Is a massive cock-sucker,” I growled. “Can’t believe him. I miss when he just shook us down for lunch money. Having him pant after you...”

“Just ... drop it, okay,” she said, hugging herself. “Don’t worry about him.”

“Not worried,” I lied. I was. What if he tried to do something to her?

She stiffened. “Really?”

I frowned at her outburst then saw movement ahead. Someone was skirting across the shadowed lawn of Esmerelda Martinez’s house. She was the new neighbor, been here about three months. A single woman, in her twenties, who bleached her hair blonde and had some tech job or something. She had money. How else could she afford that place on her own at her age?

“Who is that leaving Esmerelda’s house?” I asked.

“My mother,” muttered Nora. “She’s banging Esmerelda while Dad’s working nights. Can you believe that shit?”

“Wait, what?” I gasped. “Why would she ... I mean ... Esmerelda’s a woman.”

“Yeah, and a dyke.” Nora shook her head. “And my mom’s dyking out with her. It’s so disgusting. Esmerelda’s half her age. I thought she and Dad had a great relationship, but she’s over there munching on Esmerelda’s carpet.”

“Maybe they’re just friends,” I said, Mrs. Carter coming into view as she hurried up the streets in a dress, skirts fluttering.

“Nope, she’s trying to get home before me,” Nora said. “And look. She’s got heels on. I bet she’s wearing stockings, too. No, no, they’re lovers. I saw them kissing once. God, cheaters are the fucking worst. You know.”

“Yeah,” I said, not sure what to make about learning Nora’s mother was ... gay now. I had known her parents as long as I’d known Nora herself. So it was weird thinking her mother was cheating on her father. Really weird.

Nora slowed down, letting her mother hurry down the sidewalk towards their house. She swept through the streetlamps then headed inside without a backward glance. We were just passing my house when she did it.

Nora sighed. “I guess I better get home,” she said. “Thanks for the night. It was fun.”

“You don’t want me to walk you to the door?” I asked.

“Fishing for a good night kiss?” she asked, smiling. She rose on her tiptoes and brushed my lips. “There. I don’t want to deal with Mom. I’m just going to sit on the porch swing for a while. You have a good night.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” I asked as she turned and headed up the street.

“Yeah,” she said, her shoulders hunched.

I hesitated, wanting to chase after her and stop her, but I didn’t know what I would say to her. “Sorry your mom is a cheating dyke,” just didn’t feel like it cut it. I hated seeing Nora so bummed like that. Sighing, I turned.

A shooting star flashed across the horizon, drawing my attention for a moment. I made a wish on it. A simple one. For everything to work out okay. Then I headed up the porch and into the noise of my house.

“Mom, Mom, she won’t let me borrow her old top,” Andrea, my fourteen-year-old sister, cried. “It doesn’t even fit her any longer.”

“And?” asked Viv, my older sister. She was nineteen and going to beauty college. She wanted to be a hairdresser. I didn’t get it since her dyed-blonde hair looked so tacky, especially how long she went between dye jobs, her brown roots showing. “It’s mine. I don’t have to let you borrow it.”

“Why not?” Andrea asked. “I want to wear it on Monday. It’ll look cute with my new jeans.”

“Get your own cute tops,” Viv said.

“Why don’t you just let your sister borrow it?” Mom asked. She emerged from the kitchen with a cup of tea in hand. “Oh, hey, John, how was the game?”

“Fine,” I said, shrugging. “Dad still working?”

“Still working,” she said, glancing to his office. He had it soundproofed so he couldn’t hear the girls arguing. “He’s got a big deadline.” She gave me a look. “What’s wrong? Date with Nora go badly?”

I opened my mouth to mention Mrs. Carter’s extramarital activities only to have a flash of my mom sneaking out from the house instead of Nora’s. A strange mix of queasy anxiety at the idea of my mom cheating on dad mixed with this rush of lust at the image of my mom making out with the sexy, Latina lesbian across the street.

Then I couldn’t help but notice how much she filled out that bathrobe she wore. How it hugged her. This rush of heat swept through me. An already turgid swelling in my jeans now was a full-blown ache. I still wasn’t getting it from Nora.

I wanted to pressure her and was scared of blowing it all at the same time.

“Uh, John?” Mom asked. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said. “The date went fine. I, uh, have some homework to do.”

I turned and almost ran into my older sister. Viv was heading out the door in a skirt that was so short I don’t know why Mom wasn’t saying anything even given Viv’s age. Her crop top hugged her big tits like a second skin. Her nipples poked through hard.

“Watch it, dweeb,” she muttered and grabbed her purse, heading to the door. “Later, Mom. Brat, don’t touch my top.”

“But!” Andrea cried. She darted up wearing only her nightgown, a thin thing of pink that was almost sheer, the dark shade of her panties bleeding through the back. I blinked at that. She was wearing panties that had a daring cut in the back. When did she start dressing like that?

Viv shot her a warning glance, these big tits of her bouncing. “I mean it. Step foot in my room and you’re dead.”

“Viv,” Mom said. “Don’t threaten your sister.”

“Not a threat,” Viv shouted as she headed out the door, slamming it behind her.

Mom sighed while I had to dart up the stairs to rub one out. I had a date with my hand and a ball of tissue papers. Andrea raced up before me, her nightgown so short. I wondered if I would catch a glimpse of those daring panties.

No such luck, but my sixteen-year-old mind ran wild. Nora, Mom, Viv, Andrea, Mrs. Carter kissing the Latina lesbian, and even Andre’s mother Deana danced in my mind. Other girls from school, such as Cynthia the Cheerleader and Mrs. Evangeline all danced through my mind.

Andrea headed into her room and I entered mine right next to her. I turned on my stereo and started stripping naked. I had some porn to watch and some fantasies to think about. So many of them burned in my mind.

I grabbed my phone, my bottle of Jergens, and my box of tissue papers. I went to the source, Pornhub. I went for the lesbian MILF porn. Hot moms and sexy step-daughters. Never any “real” incest. Always the fake stuff, but it was still hot.

Music started playing from Andrea’s room. She was listening to her country music. No one else in the family liked Country, but she did. The twang of the guitar echoed in the background as I started stroking it. The scene was taking some time to get going.

I closed my eyes, my mind flitting from woman to woman. Mom to Andrea to Nora to Esmerelda to Cynthia to Viv to Mrs. Carter to Mrs. Martin back to Mom. Mrs. Evangeline popped in there. I fisted myself faster, the scenarios blurring through my mind.

“Oh, my, what a big dick my son has,” became, “Big brother, will you teach me how to masturbate,” became, “I’m finally ready to go all the way, John.”

“You have to eat your big sister’s pussy,” melted into “Fuck my married cunt as I eat Esmerelda’s cunt out, John!”

“The only way for me to cheer hard is to be fucked hard, John! Do it for the school!”

“Mmm, I have one hot and naughty lesson to teach you.”

“Wow, so many different ones,” a girlish voice said. “You really are the one I’m looking for!”

“What the fuck!” I gasped, my eyes snapping open. For a moment, I expected to see Andrea in my bedroom. But it wasn’t Andrea.

The intruder wasn’t even human.

There, floating above my hand frozen on my cock was a purple-skinned woman with white hair. She stood maybe a foot tall, a little bit more than my erect cock. She had ephemeral wings that thrust behind her and blurred as they fluttered.

“A fucking fairy?” I gasped in shock at the sight of her.

“What, no!” she squeaked in indignation. “I’m Tuathani.”

“You from Ireland?” I asked.

“No, Tuathan.” She shook her head. “Earthlings! I’m from Tuathan, it’s on the other side of what you call the Milky Way.”

“You’re an alien.” I swallowed, my hand still gripping my cock.

“Yep,” she said.

“And I’m not crazy and you’re not a fairy.”

“Let’s pretend that both those are false,” she said. “I’m Alesyian, an alien from Tuathan who needs your help to deal with Nemesis!”

I swallowed. My heart racing. I wanted to giggle for some reason. “Nemesis. You want me to help with Nemesis. Your enemy?”

“Your enemy, too!” She fluttered her wings. “He’s the enemy of all. A terrible and despicable entity who wants to drain all the sexual energy from the universe. No more sexual reproduction and all the fun it allows. Just boring asexual division.”

“Like amoebas!” I said.

“Yes, yes, like amoebas or other single-celled boring life that don’t get to have orgasms! Imagine, never getting to slide your cock into a girl’s pussy ever again.”

“I’ve never done that once,” I muttered.

“Really?” she glanced down at me. “My scans show that you have a genetic anomaly that allows you to produce a copious amount of cum and to recover swiftly. None of the females of your planet have gotten to enjoy that?”

My cheeks burned. My hallucination of an alien just made fun of me for being a virgin.

“Not for lack of trying,” I muttered. “My girlfriend just wants to take it slow.”

“And that’s why you’re pleasuring yourself.” She shook her head. “And watching strangers have sex while your thoughts are full of the women in your life. Why not watch them, John?”

“Because they don’t make porn...” I frowned. “How do you know my name?”

“Because we have a psychic connection!” she exclaimed in my mind. And it was in my mind! Not only did her lips not move, but I could hear her echoing around in my thoughts. It was like...

Hearing myself think but with a distinctly girlish voice.

“Please, don’t do that,” I groaned. “You’re loud.”

“Sorry,” she huffed. “So, want to watch some porn of those women you were thinking of?” “You can make deep fakes or something?” My dick throbbed “I mean, you are an alien. I bet your Photoshop game must be on point.”

“You say weird things,” she said, shaking her head. She fluttered down and landed on my phone. YouPorn vanished. The icon for an app installing appeared in the corner. Then a new icon, a silhouette of the alien, appeared.

It was titled, “Magic.”

“Okay, your app is called magic,” I said. “I thought you were an alien.”

“What, I can’t use magic because I’m an alien?” she huffed. “That’s so rude. We can bend the laws of space and time if we have to. In fact, you’re going to get that power thanks to this wonderful app. Here, tap it.”

I did. The app opened. At the top, it read, “Magical Girl Pretty Soldier OS Version 1.03.”

“Uhh, isn’t that like Sailor Moon?” I asked.

“Nope. It’s just different enough to avoid any issues,” she said. “Now, you see the button that is marked ‘Watch.’ Tap it.”

There were three. “Watch,” “Control,” and “Transform.” That last one was grayed out for some reason. What was this? I tapped “Watch”, and my mom appeared on the screen. She was moving about the house in her bathrobe.

“Voice command,” the alien said. “Remove clothes!”

A hexagonal mesh washed pink down the screen. As it passed over my mom -- where it flared -- her robe vanished. In moments, I was staring at her naked body as she puttered around the kitchen finishing her cleaning. Her large breasts bounced and jiggled. She had a thick, brown bush that hid her naughty bits, her ass plump but toned.

I couldn’t look away from my mom just moving through the house naked and unconcerned. She checked in on Dad in the office, who was hard at work. He didn’t notice her big tits swaying as she spoke to him.

“Well, start manual stimulating your cock,” Alesyian said. “Now you don’t have to picture your Mom, you can just see her!”

“No, no, not my mom,” I said.

“She is the one strongest in your thoughts but...”

Alesyian flitted down and tapped an arrow. Suddenly, it was my little sister. She was prancing about to the Country music, her nubile, fourteen-year-old body clear as day. She had small breasts with button nipples, her black hair flying behind her. Bubblegum popped from her mouth as she gyrated her hips. She had a trimmed bush.

“Or how about her?” The next one was my older sister driving her car naked, her window rolled down. Viv’s dyed-blonde hair fluttered while her big tits seemed to float before her, compressed by something invisible. Her bra.

My dick throbbed as I noticed her pussy. “Christ, she’s shaved. And ... Fuck. I can’t beat off to my family. That’s ... that’s gross.”

“But thinking about them is fine?” Alesyian asked. “Well, how about Nora. Outside your relatives, she was the next strongest.”

I swallowed. Nora? God, I had wanted to see her naked for so long. I hit the arrow and there she was walking down the street naked. Her red hair swept down her back, her round boobs had a jiggle to them. There wasn’t that floating aspect like she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see the impression of her panties on her butt-cheeks, though. Her feet also floated just a bit off the ground, her shoes invisible.

“Damn,” I groaned, seeing her naked for the first time. “She’s...” I frowned. Where was she going?

She headed up the stairs to ... Andre’s house. Why would she be heading to his house? She reached the door and knocked on them. She looked around, her shoulders squirming. She rubbed her hands together. Was she going to tell him off for being an asshole?

“I can’t let her confront him alone,” I gasped and stood up. “Fuck, where are my pants?”

The door opened. The camera was right behind Nora. Andre appeared naked, something I didn’t need to see. He was big and powerful. His arms wrapped around Nora. I froze as he grabbed my girlfriend’s ass. He lifted her off the ground, kissing her hard.

Her arms went around his neck.

“What the fuck!” I roared at the top of my lungs as Andre pulled her inside. They were kissing passionately. His hands dug into her rump as he pulled her close to him. “She’s ... That’s...”

“Oh, my,” gasped Alesyian. “Your romantic partner is with another.”

“That fucking asshole who catcalls her!” I gasped. “She’s...” I shook my head. “That fucking cunt said she hates cheaters. That she’s pissed her mom’s eating that Latina chick’s taco. And now’s she’s fucking that ass-munching bully!”

Andre’s ebony fingers dug into Nora’s asscheeks. He spun her around and threw her on the couch. Her breasts bounced as she started squirming, fumbling at nothing there. Then she was shoving something down her legs.

“Mmm, I need that big dick in me,” Nora moaned. “Get it out!”

I felt sick. I raised my phone to throw it at my bedroom door.

Alesyian flew in front of me and grabbed it, yanking the phone out of my hand. “Oh, dear, this went badly. I had no idea. Let’s just ... There. All gone.”

“That fucking bitch!” I felt like my heart had been ripped out. Nora and I had been best friends since we were kids, and she was with him. That cock-sucker that bullied us. She was eager to get fucked by him? “That goddamn fucking whore!”

The country music in the other room went off a moment before someone knocked on my door. “Honey, what’s wrong?” asked Mom. “Are you okay?”