Chapter 3: Naughty Daughter Joins the Club

Ulrich Geller, a young man barely in his twenties, worked fast in the shipping department of the Institute of Apotheosis. Orders had to be process, but all he could think about was the coming 10 AM break. The other men working in shipping moved fast, too. He’d never seen packages readied so fast. They were sending out the various electronic components the Institute produced to pay the bills and support the creation of the Halos.

At 10 AM, the shipping department would enjoy another round of their burgeoning Mother Fucking Club, following in the example of the newest god, Henry Archer. The young men of the shipping department were all enamored with his teachings, gangbanging first Ulrich’s mother last night and then other mothers who also worked for the Institute.

While they were waiting for their turn to fuck a mother during their break, they could watch the God as he expanded his own Mother Fucking Club. He was recruiting at his high school today, and Ulrich ached to see more mothers discovering the joys of becoming sluts for their sons and other young men.

He glanced at his watch. Not much longer now.

I was shocked by Cherry Kang’s statement. A girl wanted to turn her mother into a slut? She wasn’t responding to any of my commands. I only ordered the boys to add their mothers to the Mother Fucking Club. They already queued up to fuck our teacher, Mrs. Rojas. One pumped away at the Hispanic MILF’s cunt, fucking my friend’s mother hard as she lay bent over her desk in her classroom.

Cherry sauntered up to me. The Korean girl had such a naughty smile on her round face, her delicate nose almost quivering. Her lush lips pursed together as she stopped before me, a coquettish wantonness wiggling through her body making my dick so hard. Cherry always had a quality about her that I’d noticed. When I jerked off and wasn’t thinking of my mom or another MILF, Cherry was one of the girls my age who graced my fantasies.

“You can make my mom your slut, too,” Cherry said. “You can fuck her all you want.”

“Jesus,” I said, still not sure what to make of this hot girl wanting to see her mother fucked.

“I just want to see her dripping in cum,” she continued. “I masturbate to it all the time. You can even fuck me. Just use me.”

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up her body, exposing the pale-olive skin of her stomach, flat, her hips curved. She drew it up farther and farther until she popped it over her bra, black and lacy, constraining her round breasts. She ripped it over her head, her black hair spilling about her round face.

I gathered my shock and blurted out, “What are you doing?”

“Well, you have mind control powers,” she answered. “And that stuff just makes me so wet. I’ve always wanted to experience. I’ll do anything to experience it.” Then a wicked smile crossed her lips as she reached behind her. “Besides, you’re just going to make me fuck you, aren’t you?” A feverish light appeared in her eyes. “You’re going to make my mom lick your cum out of my pussy, right?”

“Yes,” I groaned, realizing I would. It sounded so hot.

“Then let’s do it,” she said, her bra coming loose. She was moments from revealing her tits to me. “I’m so wet.”

“No,” I ordered, an idea erupting in my mind. “No, your mother needs to watch.”

She grinned at me.

10 AM arrived.

Ulrich groaned as he sealed up a cardboard box then set down his tape gun on the work bench. His coworkers, men mostly in their early twenties like him, were flowing to the break room. His mother, the head of the shipping department, was already unbuttoning her blouse on her way to join them. She had an eager stride to her steps. Last night, she learned that a mommy should be a slut, fucking her son and all her employees.

The TV played in the break room, showing the spycam feed that followed the new God. They could tune it to watch any of the Gods. Different people of the Institute had their favorites, focusing on the teachings of certain Gods over others, glossing over any ... inconsistencies.

“Wait, why is the God leaving the school?” Ulrich asked. Instead of the shot showing off the God in his school—recruiting for the Mother Fucking Club, fucking that MILF teacher of his, or enjoying other mothers at his high school—it was a shot of him driving from school.

“Is that a girl in the car with him?” Jim, another young man who worked in shipping, asked, his head cocked to the side.

“What is he up to?” asked Kurt.

“Don’t know,” Ulrich said then groaned as his naked mother pressed up against him, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

“Watch and find out,” his mother purred, her voice slutty and rich. She fell to her knees and unzipped his pants.

The car pulled into a driveway. The feed switched to an interior spycam. It was a wide shot of a living room, a naked woman dusting in it, her hips wiggling from side to side. Ulrich recognized the mother of one of Henry’s friends, the petite redhead Mrs. Woodham. Another naked MILF, the blonde mother of Henry’s friend Noah, passed through the room, her round breasts jiggling as she headed for the stairs.

“This is getting interesting,” Ulrich said as his mother pulled out his cock and engulfed it into her mouth. What was their new God going to teach them today?

Cherry, wearing only her bra, had such a big smile on her face when I pulled into my driveway. I climbed out of the car, my dick so hard. She clutched her cell phone in her hand. She had just called her mother; Mrs. Kang would be here soon. Cherry convinced her mom it was important.

“Come on, let’s go meet the Mommy-sluts,” I told her.

“Sluts?” she asked. “Plural?”

“Yeah, I have all my friend’s mothers here. They’re cleaning the house, naked. I told them they couldn’t have sex with each other until it was all clean.”

“Did you make them all like pussy?” Cherry asked, pressing against me and entwining her arm around mine. “Ooh, you’re such a wicked son.”

“Oh, yes, it’s hot watching them go down on each other,” I groaned, my dick lead in my pants. “Especially when their pussies are dripping with jizz.”

“So you got your own harem?” she asked. “Stealing your friends’ mothers?”

“Oh, they’ll get their moms back,” I said. “Sluts in the Mother Fucking Club are open for any members to fuck.”

“Wow,” she said, her voice tight. “Oh, wow, that’s so hot. You’ve truly made even your own mother into a slut.”

“Well ... her pussy is off limits until I breed her, but the rest of her...”

“Ooh, yes, yes, you have to breed your mother,” she moaned, her voice so thick and throaty. She clung to me so tight. I felt the heat of her breast bleeding through her bra as she rubbed the side of her boob into my arm. “That is the hottest thing in the world.”

“God, you’re just a kinky thing, aren’t you?”

She nodded her head. “This is so wonderful to talk about this. I can’t talk about my fantasies to any of my friends. I tried to do it slowly, but they gave me such weird looks. But you ... You’re as perverted as me, aren’t you, Henry?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said and opened the front door.

“Henry!” gasped Mrs. Woodham, the petite redhead straightening from dusting the shelf in the corner, her small breasts jiggling while her fiery hair spilled about her mature face. Her green eyes sparkling. “You should be in school.”

“And you should be at home not in my house naked like a slut,” I told her. “Except you are a slut, aren’t you? And sluts don’t question what I do.” A slight prickle rippled across my mind as my powers affected her.

“Ooh, you’re so right. I am a slut.” She glanced at Cherry. “Do you want me to eat her pussy?” She licked her lips. “I’ve come to like hot cunt since you showed me who I truly am.”

“Oh, my god, Henry,” Cherry whimpered, clinging to me. “I almost came just hearing her say that. You’re amazing!”

I grinned at her.

From the kitchen, my busty mother entered. Her curly, black hair spilled about that beautiful face that, since the divorce, attracted so many skeezy guys to date her and fuck her. No longer. My mother would get all the cock she could handle from me. From my friends. Her dark-red nipples were hard. She pulled off the yellow cleaning gloves.

“Honey, you’re home early.” She had a rich purr to her voice. “Mmm, and did you bring a friend?” Her eyes widened. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“I don’t know what she is other than perverted,” I said as my mom sauntered to us. God, she had such big tits. I loved how they swayed.

“So perverted, Mrs. Archer. I’m Cherry, and I’m joining the Mother Fucking Club. My mom’s coming here to be made into a whore.”

“That’s lovely, dear,” my mom said, a big smile on her face. “She’s so cute, honey.”

“Mom,” I groaned, a sudden warmth burning across my cheeks.

“So, do you want me to eat her pussy, honey?” Mom asked. “I can make your girlfriend cum so hard.”

“Girlfriend?” Mrs. Haley asked as the blonde came down stairs, her round breasts bouncing before her. “Who has a girlfriend... ? Oh, hello, Henry. Ooh, is she your girlfriend? She’s so cute.”

“She is,” Mrs. Woodham said. “We’re trying to figure out who should lick her pussy first.”

Cherry just had such a huge grin on her face.

“Maybe I will,” I said, getting annoyed at their “mom” behavior. I glanced at Cherry. “Strip naked.”

I barely felt a tingle across my thoughts. She was more than ready to just rip off her clothing, as she proved back in class. Was I even truly giving commands to a girl who was so willing to be mind controlled?

I don’t know if it mattered as Cherry popped off her bra, unveiling her firm, sixteen-year-old titties. They were round, the same size as Mrs. Haley, but they just had such a supple perkiness the older MILF lacked. Cherry’s nipples were hard, a dark-brown. They thrust from small areolas, little dots adorning her breasts.

Her hands went to her jeans, her tits jiggling as she unzipped them. Such a huge smile crossed her lips as she wiggled out of her jeans, shoving them down her lithe legs. A pair of black, frilly panties clad her rear. She gave me a naughty wink before she hooked her panties with her thumbs and shoved them down.

I groaned at the sight of her shaved pudenda. The farther down she shoved her panties, the closer and closer she came to unveiling her pussy. And then the top of her tight slit appeared. I groaned at the plump vulva creased by that little crevasse, her juices glistening on her flesh. She bent over, her tits swaying as she wiggled her panties down past her knees before she stepped out of them.

“Tada!” she announced, popping into a pose, one arm thrown over her head, like something a showgirl might take at the end of an act.

“Ooh, dear, you’re just so pretty,” my mom said.

“Henry, she’s so charming,” Mrs. Woodham said.

“If you’re not going to eat that cute pussy, can I?” Mrs. Haley asked, the blonde MILF licking her lips.

“You can always lick mine,” Mrs. Woodham said.

“We haven’t finished cleaning the house,” Mrs. Haley said, a whine to her voice. “We can’t eat each other’s pussies, but Henry didn’t say anything about hers.”

“Oh, right,” groaned Mrs. Woodham. She shifted then started dusting again.

“Cleaning is on hold since I’m here,” I commanded. “Feel free to eat each other out.”

“While you eat me out?” Cherry asked.

I’d never eaten a pussy. I stared at Cherry, at her tight slit. “I don’t know. How many guys have fucked you?”

“None,” she answered. “I’m a virgin. Got a cherry and everything. It’s not just my nickname.” She gave me a wink.

“What, really?” I looked her up and down. “Because ... you’re so hot.”

“I’m Asian,” she said, waving her hand. “Most of the guys go for the blonde cheerleaders over me, even if I do have these cute tits.” She squeezed them together.

“You should eat her pussy, honey,” Mom moaned while the other two MILFs were already on the floor, eating each other cunts with such abandon. Just a pair of sluts enjoying themselves. “She’s so cute. You can make her cum.”

I swallowed. Suddenly, this was all so intimidating, especially with my mom here. I’d never eaten pussy before. What if I didn’t do it right? Why was I feeling so nervous? I was a god, basically. I gave people orders, and they obeyed. Only ... I wasn’t really giving Cherry orders. She was just ... such a kinky girl she was down to do this.

A virgin slut. How is that even possible?

“It would be hotter if you did it, Mommy-slut,” I said. “Get to it.”

“Yes, honey,” Mom moaned. With a sweep of her black hair, she fell to her knees before Cherry. “Mmm, dear, just sit down on the couch, and I’ll eat you out.”

“Sure,” Cherry said, her eyes flashing to me. She gave me such a naughty smile. “Mmm, you’re making your mom lick my pussy. That’s sooooo hot. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“I bet,” I said, my dick so hard.

Cherry sat down on the couch. The Korean girl shuffled around, her breasts jiggling. My mom shifted on her knees, her large tits swaying. She stroked the girl’s legs as she leaned her head down. I groaned and ripped off my shirt, aching to enjoy this.

Cherry whimpered as my mom took a lick up her slit. I kicked off my shoes watching the sixteen-year-old girl shiver as my mom licked and lapped at her pussy. It was such a naughty thing to behold. Mom licked again. I could just see her pink tongue flutter against the tight, virginal slit.

“Ooh, wow, that feels incredible, Hank,” Cherry said. “Your mom ... Your mom is a pussy-slut!”

“Yeah, she is,” I groaned as I shoved down my jeans.

Cherry’s slanted eyes shot to me. A smile grew on her lips. She bit it, looking eager as I stood there in my boxers. My cheeks burned more. A shyness filled me. What if she didn’t think I was big enough or something?

God, what had this girl done to me? I should just treat her like a slut. Like my whore-mother. But ... but ... she was a virgin. No guy had ever used her cunt. Ever treated her like a whore and made her scream her head off.

Not like my slutty mom.

“Fuck!” I muttered and shoved down my boxers.

Her eyes widened. Her cheeks darkened with a blush as she stared at my cock. Something almost shy, even coy, crossed her face. She lowered her head in a demure fashion that was almost immediately ruined by the gasp of wanton delight she made.

“Mrs. Archer!” she groaned. “Oh, that’s my clit.”

“Mmm, it is, dear,” my mom said. “That’s an important part of the pussy to play with, honey. A girl’s clit.”

Was Mom trying to teach me to lick pussy?

My dick hard, I leaned over her shoulder, watching her lick and flutter her tongue up and down Cherry’s slit. The girl shuddered. Her hands found her breasts, squeezing them as she ground against my mother’s licking mouth.

Juices adorned my mother’s lips. They stained them as they flowed from Cherry. I smelled a scent, a fresh musk, lighter than any of the Mommy-sluts. I licked my lips, my cock growing harder and harder.

“Mmm, she’s got such a pretty pussy, honey,” Mom said. She lifted her head for a moment, stroking her fingers up and down it. Then her thumb and forefinger parted Cherry’s labia open, revealing pink depths and a membrane of skin over her entrance full of little holes. “There’s her hymen.”

Mom poked the membrane.

“Mmm, fresh pussy, honey,” she said and leaned in, licking again.

“Mrs. Archer!” Cherry groaned, her body squirming.

I fell to my knees beside my mom. I leaned in closer, breathing in Cherry’s fresh musk. It was such an exotic taste. Mom lifted her face, her lips shiny with Cherry’s passion. She gave me an encouraging smile.

No guy had ever fucked this pussy. It was pure.

I brought my face into Cherry’s shaved snatch. I inhaled her musk. She let out a quivering moan as I came closer and closer to her slit, my mom still holding it open. I nuzzled against her snatch. My tongue flicked out, touching her hot folds.

“Henry!” Cherry groaned, a sound of such wanton pleasure.

A sound I didn’t order her to make.

I licked again.

“Oh, Henry, mmm, yes,” she groaned, her body shifting.

My tongue lapped up and down her slit. She tasted good. I licked again and again I feasted on her, nuzzling into her. I rubbed my lips into her hot folds. My tongue caressed over her hymen, feeling that cherry hole.

I’d be the first dick to penetrate her. The first dick to open her up. The thought made me lick harder, lapping at her, making her squirm. She wasn’t a slut. Sluts didn’t deserve to have me eat their pussies, but ... but a girl like Cherry, a naughty, kinky virgin did.

“Henry!” she groaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. I’m going to cum. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Mmm, you’re doing so good, honey,” Mom purred, her heavy breasts pressing into my side. The slut hugged me, her lips nuzzling at my ear. “Just make her explode. Mmm, yes, yes, you’re a natural. Just like your father.”

I couldn’t remember the last time Mom had anything good to say about my dad.

“Now her clit,” Mom purred. “She’ll like it when you play with her clit.”

My tongue slid up Cherry’s slit. I brushed her hard clit. I fluttered around her nub. She gasped, her slanted eyes widening. She shuddered, her fingers pinching those small nipples. Her face scrunched up as I gave her such pleasure.

I sucked on her nub. Then I fluttered my tongue against her clit. I made her shudder and moan. Her juices flowed. My cock throbbed. It was ... exciting giving her this pleasure. My mom nibbled on my ear, moaning her encouragement as I pleased this girl.

“You’re going to make her cum so hard,” Mom whispered into my ear. “Mmm, I always loved when a guy sucked on my clit. Always made me explode. You’re such a stud, honey. Such a pussy-eating stud. I’m so proud of you.”

I shuddered at her words, emboldened by them. I sucked so hard on Cherry’s clit while my mom’s hand slid down my stomach. She reached my cock, stroked it. She purred into my ear, jacking me off as I sucked and nibbled on Cherry’s bud. I made her gasp and moan.

I gave her such delight.

“Henry!” she whimpered. “Oh, wow. That’s ... that’s ... Oh, yes!”

Her body spasmed. Then a flood of hot juices squirted out of her. Her stomach contorted, breasts heaving. It was such a wondrous thing to experience. I made her cum. I gave her such pleasure. Her face twisted in delight as I lapped at her virgin pussy, my dick throbbing in my mother’s grip.

I kept licking, kept drinking her juices. She gasped and squirmed. Her face contorted into rapture. Her voice sang out. I loved it. She wasn’t a slut. She was something better. Something pure. I would make sure she stayed that way.

“Henry!” she gasped, her face contorting. “Oh, my god, I keep cumming. This is incredible. You’re incredible!”

“I am,” I said.

“Yes, you are, honey,” my Mommy-slut moaned, her hand stroking my cock faster. “Mmm, you made her explode. She’s so happy. She’s going to do such naughty things to you.”

“Oh, yes, big time,” Cherry moaned. “I’ve been aching to pop my cherry.”

“You would have been a slut,” I said, staring at her. “But I’m going to save you from that.”

She frowned at me. “What?”

“I—”

A loud knock pounded on the front door. “Chae-Won, are you in there!” a woman with a thick, Asian accent shouted. “Chae-Won! Why are you not in school?”

“Chae-Won?” I asked. “That’s your real name?”

“Yeah,” she said. Then she shuddered. “Ooh, my mom is so uptight. You’re going to make her into a slut, right?”

Those words made my dick ache. I marched to the door, pussy juices staining my lips, and wrenched it open. An older version of Cherry stood on the porch, hair pinned up in a tight bun, cheeks smooth but almost pinched. Disapproving eyes stared at me. She didn’t flinch at my nudity, but instead she swelled up her petite body clad in her pale-cream, conservative dress.