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Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

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Chapter 1: Mother Mind-Controlled into Lover

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 1: Mother Mind-Controlled into Lover - With the Institute compromised, the final Halos are sent out to awaken the last five individuals. Mind control passion is about to explode!

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mind Control   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Cheating   Cuckold   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Small Breasts  

The Institute of Apotheosis implemented the emergency Judas Protocols.

One of their own had betrayed them.

Alex Icke finished typing in the final address into the shipping computer. The warehouse was quiet. No one else was in here but his sister, Alexis. After Ulrich Geller’s betrayal of the Institute, handing out one of the precious Halos to a person not chosen by channeling the spirit of their cult’s deceased founder, no one else was trusted by Deidre Icke to handle the devices. Ulrich had sent the Halo to the girlfriend of the newest god and thrown off their entire mission of the Institute.

“Done,” Alex said, pushing off from the computer. The automated system was ready to accept the packages.

With Ulrich bailed out of jail and heading to meet with Henry Archer, the Institute’s location was about to be compromised. Deidre Icke, the president of the Institute, couldn’t allow any more Halos to fall into the wrong hands. The cult had to salvage as much of their guru’s plan as possible. Only eleven of the correct gods would receive the Halo. Alex’s mother hoped it would be enough.

Alex was just stunned that anyone would betray Dr. Blavatsky’s vision of the future. He thought the entire Institute was devoted to the man’s vision. It left him reeling. A wave of stunned dizziness swept through him as he stood up from the chair. Shaking his head against the surge, he glanced at his twin sister and sex slave. He learned so much from the gods. He had found such satisfaction in dominating his sister and enjoying her love.

She had a dazed look on her face, her dark hair spilling around her features. Her brown eyes fell on her brother.

“It’ll be okay,” he told her, stroking her chin.

“Will it, Master?” she asked him, the sixteen-year-old girl trembling. “Cindy and Mindy didn’t look so good.”

“They’ll recover,” Alex said. Cindy and Mindy were another set of twins, the scyers who communicated with Dr. Blavatsky. It was hard for them to divine one of the god’s. Last night, they had to divine the last five names, pushing themselves through the night so that they could get out all the halos now while the rest of the Institute destroyed the ability to make new Halos.

No one would be able to recreate them without the machines and the software. Their founder and his wife had pioneered the technology, no one living fully understood it. The Institute had spent a decade manufacturing the twelve Halos. They couldn’t allow the process to fall into one of the God’s hands. It would throw off the world if they had that temptation at their hands.

The Gods needed to awaken the world to a new consciousness. To guide mankind to a new destiny.

“Let’s go,” Alex said, snagging a clean suit off the wall. They couldn’t handle the Halos barehanded.

They dressed quickly and passed from the main shipping warehouse into the special room where the five remaining halos rested. Each one was labeled: Taurus, Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces, and Gemini. They rested in their charging crèches, five golden rings that housed the complex nanites who would change a person’s mind and give them powers.

Alex’s eyes fell on Gemini, the special Halo, thicker than the others. He entered in two names for that one. A pair of twins.

“Master,” Alexis said, standing beside him.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Alex said, his eyes following the circle of the halo, the golden ring reflecting back the light, the highlights almost stabbing him with their brilliance.

“They are,” she said, her gloved hand taking his. He felt her warmth through the thin plastic. He blinked out of his daze. “Let’s get to work.”

They pulled the golden rings out of their crèches. They hummed and buzzed in their hands. They moved to the waiting boxes, each full of the Styrofoam packaging. They placed each one into a box, the printer had the labels all ready. They set in the thick instruction manuals, no different than any of the others they produced for the normal electronics that financed the Institute’s true purpose.

That’s about to come to an end, Alex realized as he taped up the Gemini ring, the other four boxes beside him. His hands tingled.

He licked his lips.

They grabbed a box each, Taurus for him and Cancer for her, and rushed out. They set them down on a table and headed in for the next two, Capricorn and Pisces. Then lastly he grabbed Gemini while his sister stripped out of her clean suit, her naked body appearing, a thick, leather collar about her neck.

The box trembled in his hands. He could feel the Gemini ring in there. His forehead furrowed.

He unzipped his clean suit, stepping out of it as naked as his sister. Clothing was optional at the Institute now. The first six Gods had taught so much about sexuality. Not to be ashamed of it. To embrace it. Brothers should dominate their sisters. Sisters should submit and love their brothers. They should be bred.

“Come on, Master,” Alexis said, her voice sweet. “We need to get them shipped. Then...”

“It’s over,” he said. “We’ll have saved mankind.”

“Maybe.” She bit her lip. “Mom doesn’t think Cherry is the proper Virgo. She’s not teaching anything new. Not with her under Henry’s power.”

Alex nodded his head, he hefted Taurus and carried it to the shipping system. He set it down, saying, “But ... what if Cherry can. She’s like the Goddess Bess Atwater. A living example of submission.”

Alexis didn’t answer. That thought echoed in his mind as he set the automated system in motion, identifying the package. It slid down the conveyor built to where drone control would snag it and take it to the correct God, Troy Bullock. The drone appeared, snagging it and carrying it off.

Cancer was loaded next, heading to Sirvard Vahan.

Capricorn trundled down the conveyor belt, heading to Willis Chevrolet.

He set Pisces down, hitting the command on the keyboard. The conveyor belt came to life, starting it on its journey towards Serafina Pesce.

Last he sat down Gemini. He stroked the box, feeling the article in there. It was off to Eder and Ederne Urbina. His fingers brushed the packaging tape. He swallowed, his eyebrow furrowed. Thoughts he shouldn’t have gripped him.

“Master?” Alexis said, her voice tight. “You need to start the process, Master.”

Ulrich has already ruined it... Alex thought. He’s given one Halo to the wrong person ... Will it really change things? Professor Blavatsky’s vision wasn’t perfect. Ulrich went through the scrying process to be hired. He was determined to be trustworthy by Professor Blavatsky’s spirit. “Master?”

He felt the edge of the tape peeling ever so slightly. His finger snagged it.

A wave of exhilarated fear washed cold through him as the tape ripped from the cardboard. It tore across the label, ripping apart the two names. The box’s flaps popped open, Styrofoam peeking out white.

“Master!” squeaked Alexis. “What are you doing?”

Fear squeezing his heart, Alex shoved his hand into the packing peanuts. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He shouldn’t be doing this. But the idea latched onto him and it wouldn’t leave him. If Professor Blavatsky could be wrong about Ulrich, what else had he gotten wrong.

I’m a twin. Why not me?

He grabbed the thicker Halo. He felt the tingling warmth. He ripped it out of the box. The small, airy bits of Styrofoam tumbled over the conveyor belt. He held it up, the circle of gold sized to fit the average adult’s head.

“Master!” Alexis screamed. Her hand shot out, grasping the other end of the Halo. “What are you doing? Put that back.”

He stared at his sister’s eyes, seeing the defiance in his sex slave’s eyes.

The Halo, constructed different than the other eleven, intended for a pair of twins, not a single person, burst with golden light.


Troy Bullock – Taurus

I frowned at the strange text message on my phone.

CONGRATULATIONS Troy Bullock!!!

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 your mother devoting herself to your father and ignoring you? Tired of your father’s disappointment in you?

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

Was this some sort of weird joke? How could anyone know how much I resented my mother’s attention to my father. It was so cloying. They were always laughing and joking, so affectionate with each other. I could hear them downstairs, my father hogging her attention.

It was their “date” night. I had to stay in my room and pretend that I wasn’t home so I didn’t interrupt their dinner and good times before they retired to their bedroom and fucked. I hated having to listen to them having sex, my mother moaning and groaning.

I wanted her to groan that way for me.

All fifteen years of my life had shaped me to love my mother. I ached for her. Every son should have their mother’s entire focus. It made me so hard just thinking about it. I masturbated to her all the time, pretending she loved me the way she loved her father.

That she cared for me and didn’t help father criticize me, to try and make me into his version of a man. Someone who played sports and went on dates with girls, they type of guy who fucked cheerleaders and strutted through the hallways.

I pushed up my glasses as I stared at the text. Where had this come from?

I googled the Institute of Apotheosis and ... got dozens of hits about conspiracy theories. People talking about mind control and new Gods. Supposedly there was a town where all the women were now lesbians, and someone calling herself Cherry was bragging about her boyfriend turning all the mothers at their high school into sluts. “Last night’s Mother Fucking Club meeting was insane,” she posted just this morning. “We love the Halos. They all worshiped us. Him. He made me his girlfriend and his Goddess!”

“Mother’s aren’t sluts,” I muttered. My mother was an angel. Special. She deserved to be treated right by someone who loved her, that special bond that only could exist between her and her son.

I shook my head, reading more. One “God” made all his daughters into his harem, another made his older sister crawl naked through his high school, talking about how she was her brother’s slut and deserved to be punished.

It sounded so insane. The sort of crazy stuff that you found on the corners of the internet and yet—

Something hummed outside my window. I glanced out and saw a drone rising up into the air, flying away from our front porch. It was a larger drone than the one I owned. It looked like one of the package delivering drones Amazon was pioneering.

“No way,” I muttered. Our front door was right below my bedroom.

Swallowing, I stood up from my bed, heading to my door. I passed my reflection, catching my own blue eyes staring back at me, my body slender, skinny. Not the muscular frame of my father. There were times I thought I couldn’t be his son, hoped that my mother had secretly cuckolded him and only pretended to be the doting mother, but I had my father’s ears and nose. I looked too much like him not to be his son.

I just didn’t inherit his strength.

I slipped out the door of my bedroom. I moved on bare feet through the house. My parents were in the kitchen. My mother was cooking their special meal while they joked around. Her laugh sounded so delightful. I pictured her as I moved down the stairs, her light-brown hair spilling about that warm and loving face, her blue eyes friendly and inviting. She kept her body in great shape, exercising all the time. In yoga pants, her ass looked incredible, and her large tits bounced in her sports bra as she did cardio in the living room.

I could jack off for hours after watching those big, lush tits bouncing, sweat gleaming on her body.

This text message had to be a prank. But who would do something like this?

I reached the first floor. I could just see into the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of my mother in a fun skirt and blouse, wearing heels for their “date.” She had such a big smile on her face, beaming at my father.

She should only smile like that for me.

I padded to the front door, my skin growing tighter and tighter with very step. My heart thundered in my chest. This couldn’t be true. There truly couldn’t be this power. My parents laughed louder, lost in their own world, ignoring me.

I grasped the brass handle of the front door, installed by my dad. I twisted it, yanked it open. A box sat on the welcome mat, a label printed on it, my name and address on it. I snagged it. My hand shook. Those stories on the internet couldn’t be true, but...

I attacked the tape.

“Mmm, you like it when I do that?” Mom cooed. “We shouldn’t. Troy’s upstairs.”

“He’s playing his dumb games in his room,” Dad said. “Don’t stop.”

I shuddered, ripping at the tape, tearing off pieces of the cardboard. Styrofoam packing peanuts shifted around inside. My hands jammed inside, pushing past the instruction manual. I grasped a slender, gold ring. It was almost warm to the touch. I yanked it out, the white bits of Styrofoam cascading out of the way as I stared at it.

The Halo.

It was simple and yet ... majestic. Like the circlet a king would wear. A man who controlled his own destiny. A master of his own fate. A shiver ran through me. My heart pounded in my chest. This was incredible. I couldn’t wait to enjoy this.

I crowned myself a god.

Heat flared the moment the gold settled on my brown hair. My scalp tingled. Darkness washed across my vision. I shuddered, my fingers flexing as the prickling sensation raced through me. The world spun around me. I grasped the door frame, groaning through the nauseating sensation and...

It passed.

I flexed my fingers. I didn’t feel different.

“Mmm, that’s it,” my dad groaned. “I am so hard right now. Just suck that in your mouth.”

“You’re so bad making me do this,” my mom said.

Making her do this ... She didn’t want to be his whore. I had to stop this. I had the power.

I gained my feet and darted for the kitchen to rescue my mother from my dad. I burst inside, my fists clenched. Dad’s jeans were around his ankles, his boxers half-shoved down. Mom held his cock in her hand, her blouse open, her tits swaying as she turned to look at me. I caught a glimpse of them heaving.

“Troy!” she screeched, covering her tits with her hands.

“What the fuck, Troy?” Dad roared, anger crossing his buff, chiseled face. “Jesus, you know you’re supposed to be upstairs—”

“Shut up!” I snarled, my anger burning through me. He was making her do these deviant sex acts. “You don’t get to talk if I don’t give you permission.”

My dad’s eyes bulged while pain prickled across my scalp. A wave of darkness washed across my vision. I shook my head as I felt what I was doing to my dad. He had this bewildered look. His brow furrowed. His jaw muscles clenched and twitched. He struggled to speak, but couldn’t, only making some strangled sounds.

“Troy!” Mom said. “Honey, you need to just go upstairs, okay. This is my time with your father and—”

“Mom, you don’t have to please him any longer. You don’t have to serve him any longer.”

Confusion flickered across her face as the prickles stabbed into my mind.

“You only have to love me now,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth, my incestuous desires bursting out of me. “You only want me now. You want to please me. You want to love me. You don’t have to hide it any longer. You don’t love anyone else but me!”

Dad’s face went red while the pain burned in my thoughts. I gripped the handle of the refrigerator to keep from falling over. It hurt so much, but ... I as my vision cleared, my eyes focused on her, I saw something amazing.

Love.

Those looks she gave my father were mine. She shuddered, her arms falling down from her tits, exposing them to my gaze. Hunger sparked in her blue eyes. It blossomed across her face, that realization of what she truly felt.

Dad marched forward at me, his face livid, his jaw clenched.

“Stop, Dad!” I said, gripping the handle, waiting for the pain. It flared hard, the prickling needles piercing deep into my mind. Ice rushed over my skin as my dad halted so hard that he almost fell forward. “That’s right, Dad, you’re not in charge any longer.” It felt so wonderful. “You don’t get to steal Mom’s attention from me. A mother should always devote herself to her children. It should be her number one priority. She should love her children, giving herself entirely to them.

“Right, Mom, you want to give me everything about yourself. Your body. Your passion. Your love.”

“I do,” she moaned, her voice full of liquid passion. She darted over to me and hugged me, her naked tits pressing into my body. Her lips smooched and nuzzled at my cheek, kissing along my jawline.

And then her mouth was on mine.

It was incredible. My mom kissed me. She loved me. She wasn’t a slut like that perverted boyfriend of Cherry’s thought. Mothers were pure and special. I hugged her to me, kissing her so tight while my father watched, realizing that he wasn’t needed now. My hands clenched my mother’s ass through her skirt, her nipples so hard pressed into my chest.

She put so much love into it. She hugged me tight. Then her tongue pressed against me. I shuddered as she devoured me. It was incredible. Such sensations rushed through me. Such heat rushed through me. My cock ached and throbbed. It burned through me. It roared through my ears as my fingers clenched into her ass.

I broke the kiss, panting. “Wow, Mom.”

“Mmm, Troy,” she moaned. “Ooh, you grew up into such a strong, young man. How did I miss it? You’re just so ... You’re my world. I love you so much.”

I smiled, drinking in the attention. It was amazing. I rubbed my nose against hers. This was all my dreams come to life. My heart soared. I kissed her again, tasting her lips. I rescued her from having to suck on my dad’s cock. From having to use this wonderful mouth to ever touch him again.

My dad growled. He rumbled. He shuddered.

I groaned, breaking the kiss. “You’re ruining the mood, Dad.”

“You are, Martin,” Mom said. “I’m trying to love our son right now.”

He trembled, his eyes furious.

I sighed. “Dad, it’s fine. This is how the world is.” More prickles. More pain. I spoke through it, my voice growing deep and rough. “Mom loves me now. Only me. You don’t mind. You should be happy she cares for your son. That’s all. Your job is just to take care of us. To work, to clean the house, to be happy for us.”

He blinked as my new commands shifted his conscious.

Then, a strange, kinky rush shot through me. “You’re even happy to see us make love. You just watch quietly in the corner if you want. It turns you on, but you can go jack off later. Out of our sight. Mom and I don’t need to see that, and you don’t disturb us when we’re making love. You’re just happy that we’re happy. In fact, you respect me that I’m old enough to please Mom. To take care of her sexually. That I’m a man. It makes you proud, Dad.”

And for the first time, he stared at me like ... I didn’t disgust him. It was always subtle, something he tried to hide from me, but now ... He didn’t have to. He saw that I was a man now. That I would love Mom. I would give her all the pleasure she needed now.

“You can talk and move, Dad,” I said.

He nodded his head, looking in awe. “When did it happen, son? When did you grow up.”

I smiled at him, holding his wife in my arms. “I just needed a push. But I’ll take care of Mom. I’ll give her so much pleasure.”

“Mmm, that’s good,” mom moaned. “I’m so excited. You’re so sexy, Troy.”

“I know you’ll take care of your Mom,” Dad said. “I’m proud of you, Son.”

It felt so ... wonderful. I smiled at him. I bet we could finally be friends. Finally have that relationship fathers and sons should have. “Every father should be proud that his son has turned into a man and ready to fuck his mom.”

“I am proud,” he said.

“And I’m ready to be fucked,” Mom moaned. “I’m so turned on. Mmm, show me that you’re ready. You’re just so handsome, Troy. Ooh, my little boy has grown up into such a handsome stud.”

My dick had never been harder.

“Let’s go, Mom,” I groaned. “I can’t wait to make love to you. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

“I bet you have,” she said. “Mmm, I’ve felt you watching me while I was exercising. You always enjoyed seeing me in my yoga pants.”

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