Chapter 1: Making a Mommy Slut

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.

“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 school.

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 high school, 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. Archer,” Teo said, his voice sounding smooth. He thought of himself as a player, though like the rest of us, he struck out with the girls at our high school. “You’re looking ... nice.”

“Oh, thanks, Teo,” my mom said in that friendly voice as she thrust the cardboard box at me. “Here you go, honey.”

My cheeks warmed as I took the box from her, pulling it to my crotch to hide my hardon. “Uh ... thanks, Mom.”

She gave me a big smile then turned, her dress falling about her rump. I tried not to stare at that ass. What I wouldn’t give to squeeze that ass. Then she closed the door behind her. Teo let out a low groan.

“Your mom is the hottest,” Teo said.

“Yeah,” Rick said, his voice also tight. “That ass.”

“Shut up,” I groaned, my cheeks burning.

“So, what’s that?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

“Don’t know.” I stared down at it. The Institute of Apotheosis ... The text message flashed through my mind. “Why did it come here. It has my address on it.”

“Postman fucked up again,” Rick said. “They always deliver our mail to our neighbors.” “But mail’s already come,” Noah said. “Jesus, look at the time. It’s past seven.”

“Open it up,” Teo said.

“Yeah, what’s in it?” Rick asked.

“Don’t know,” I said, frowning. I attacked the packing tape, ripping it open. The box open. Packing peanuts spilled out. An instruction manual lay on top declaring it the Halo. “What the fuck?”

I sat aside the manual on the floor by me and fished around in the Styrofoam pellets. They shifted and rustled. I brushed something metallic in it. I drew it out, packing peanuts cascading around it, some falling onto the floor. I held up the gold ring, its circumference about the diameter of my head.

“Ordering some bling?” Rick asked, leaning over.

“Bling doesn’t come with stereo instructions,” Noah said, snagging the manual. He flipped it opened and frowned.

“What?” I asked, turning the gold ring in my hand, tingles racing through my skin. “What’s up with that look?”

“It’s just...” Noah’s face contorted. “Dude, are you fucking with us?”

“What?” I gave him a look.

“What’s up?” Rick asked, shifting on the bed to read over Noah’s shoulder.

“It’s just...” Noah shook his head, turning the page. “This is some crazy shit. Nanites ... Mind control ... Brain waves...” He flipped to the front and read, “Instruction Manual for the Halo, trademarked.”

“Halo?” I frowned.

“Mind control?” Teo asked. “Da fuck?”

Noah looked up. “Dude, how much time did you spend working on this.”

“Work on what?” I asked, getting annoyed, the gold ring growing warmer in my hand.

“This!” Noah waved the book. “Look at this. It’s in a dozen different languages.” He opened it up to a page in Chinese characters. “This is a lot of work to make a prank. You really think we’re dumb enough to fall for mind control?”

“I...” I shook my head. “No. I didn’t do this.”

“Right.” Noah pushed up his glasses.

I stared at the ring. Mind control ... My forehead furrowed. The text message mentioned ... controlling people.

“Well, put it on and ‘control’ us, vato,” Teo said, folding his arms, his features scrunching. His golden-brown skin gave him a fierce look. “Do it. Let’s see this joke.”

“Not a joke,” I muttered, squirming as my three friends stared at me. My cheeks burned. I hated their scrutiny. I squirmed my shoulders. “I didn’t make this. It’s not a mind control device.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” Rick said. “You set this up. Play it out.”

“Yeah, vato. You thought we were idiots, so, gotta pay.” He pulled out his phone and aimed it at me. “And smile while you do it.”

“You guys are assholes,” I muttered. “I’m getting punked. Probably Noah set it up. He knows how to spoof phone numbers and send weird text messages.”

I stared at Noah, expecting to see him fighting a grin the way he always did when he was trying to hide a joke. He was such a bad liar. But he just stared at me, waiting, the instruction manual held in his hand.

“Fine,” I muttered. I brought the gold ring onto my forehead. “This better not show up on your Facebook feed, Teo.”

He just gave me a shit-eating grin.

I settled the Halo on my head and...

Tingles raced across my body.

I gasped as my thoughts suddenly prickled. Spots of darkness danced in my eyes as I shook my head. I let out a groan. That fucker Noah electrified it or something. My fist smacked down on my thigh a few times as I let out a groan through my clenched teeth.

“What the fuck, Noah?” I snarled.

Noah stared at me pale-faced. He scooted back from me an inch. Teo stood rigid, his phone still held on me. The bed creaked as Rick shifted behind me. I frowned at my friends, seeing them staring at me with such shock. Rick’s freckles stood out against his white face, his ginger hair almost glowing in contrast.

“What?” I muttered, standing up, my thoughts prickling.

“The ring vanished,” Teo said.

“The nanites activated and ... melted into your head,” Noah said.

“It just ... just ... disappeared,” Rick said.

I frowned at them. “Are you guys fucking with me?”

As my thoughts tingled, all three of them said some variation of, “No.”

I stood up, my eyes flicking from my friends as I ran my hand through my hair, searching for the ring and ... I didn’t feel anything. My fingers slid through my hair not touching anything. My hand swept across my head, my fingers questing.

“Where did it go?” More prickling itched my mind.

“It vanished,” Teo said.

“Melted away,” Rick answered.

“The nanites activated and bonded with you,” Noah said. “Just like it describes in here.” He shook the instruction manual at me. “I mean ... We’re answering your questions. It really worked.”

“Are you saying I have mind control powers?” I asked, looking at Noah.

“Yes.”

They were all fucking with me. Assholes. I glared at Teo, annoyed at him for getting mad at us talking about his mom. They wanted to play, I would see how far they take it. “Teo, you ever jerked off to your mom?”

My thoughts burned. I groaned and swayed at the pain as Teo answered, “All the fucking time. I love spanking it to my mom and... ¡Mierda! I mean ... I ... I...”

Rick stared at me in awe. “Dude, you really got mind control powers. That’s so fucking cool.”

Teo shook his head. He trembled then stared down at his phone. He cursed and shoved it into his pocket. His eyes grew wild. He looked around at us. “I ... I ... I don’t mean ... It’s just ... She’s just...”

Did I really have mind control powers. “Rick, Noah, do you ever jerk off to your own mom?”

Needles stabbed into my brain. Darkness fuzzed around the edge of my vision. I stumbled, grabbing the post of Noah’s bed to stay standing. Rick let out a groan while Noah gasped.

“Yeah,” Noah said, voice slow. “I mean ... Those pants she wears.”

“I want to fuck my mom so badly,” Rick said. “I think about it all the time.”

“So do I,” I said, the words spilling out of my mouth as I stared at my friends. “I jerk off to all our moms, but especially my own.”

“Jesus, are we all perverts?” Rick asked.

Noah gave a nervous laugh. “I’ve seen Teo’s porn collection. I’d say ... yes.”

“What?” Teo gasped, shooting a look at Noah. My sixteen-year-old friend groaned. “This is messed up. All of us? I mean ... my mom ... She’s just so...”

“Yeah,” I nodded, Mrs. Rojas dancing in my thoughts. I pictured her just the way she looked teaching math at my high school, that feisty, Latina MILF making my dick so hard. Then Rick’s redheaded mother sauntered through my thoughts, joining Noah’s blonde mom and my busty mother. I wanted to fuck them all. I wanted to use them all.

Our eyes flicked around the room. I could see it in my friends faces. We were all thinking the same things. Our mothers were dancing through our thoughts. I pictured them naked, kneeling, staring at us with such adoration and...

Mind control...

A loud knock rapped on the door moments before Mrs. Aubrey stuck her head in, her blonde hair flowing about her lush face. I stared at Noah’s mom as she gave us all frosty looks. “Boys, Mrs. Archer and I are trying to talk about our business. Keep it down. Really.”

Mind control...

“You think it’s great that we’re being loud,” I said, a surge of confidence rippling through me. The realization of what I could do seized me, my dick so hard in my jeans with the depraved fantasies surging through my mind. I so wanted to get laid. I so wanted to fuck my mom.

My friend’s moms.

My thoughts prickled, not as bad as getting my friends to admit they whacked off to their mothers. Mrs. Haley shook her head, her blonde tresses swaying about that gorgeous face of hers. Her brow furrowed, blue eyes flicking from side to side.

“Well ... I...” She frowned. “I mean, I guess ... You boys can be loud as you want. I’m sorry.” Her cheeks went scarlet. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”

It really worked. This wasn’t just my friends committing to a prank so thoroughly that they would admit something so private, something they all thought made them perverts and couldn’t imagine anyone else having the same desires. I changed Mrs. Haley’s opinion. I rewrote her thoughts to accept something new.

“I know why you’re here,” I said. I could do this. I could satiate that ache in my cock. I didn’t have to be ashamed of my fantasies. Not if my friends had the same ones.

Not if I could make people do what I want.

“It’s to take off your top and show us your tits!” I commanded.

“What?” Noah gasped as real pain struck me.

It hurt far, far worse than making my friends admit they masturbated. I gripped the bed post, the world swimming around me. I let out such a groan of agony, grunting through my teeth. I shook my head, my vision clearing and...

I saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

Mrs. Haley, looking so confused at herself as she pulled off her low-cut top, unveiled her round breasts held in a dark-red bra. Her tits jiggled as she dropped her blouse on the floor. The MILF reached behind her and unhooked her bra clasp.