Ian was an 18-year-old dropout from college, but he was far from ordinary. He possessed a power, a superpower, that set him apart from any other person he had ever met. With just a glance, Ian could instantly corrupt anyone’s mind, a talent that was akin to hypnosis but far more potent.
His ability worked in a simple yet effective way. If he saw a woman and desired her, he could plant words in her mind, causing her to instantly go into a trance. As soon as he said the word “Right,” she would be under his complete control. From there, he could wipe her memories, make her do his bidding, and ultimately, corrupt her mind.
Ian’s power was intoxicating, and he quickly became addicted to using it. He would spend his days wandering the streets, searching for his next victim. He would target women of all ages and backgrounds, using his power to bend them to his will.
At first, Ian’s actions were harmless. He would use his power to get free meals, clothes, and other material possessions. But as time went on, his actions became more and more sinister. He began to use his power to manipulate women into having sex with him. And oh boy, did he sure go through the neighbourhood.
“Ian breakfast,” his mom shouted up the stairs.
“Coming, Mom,” he mumbled, shuffling downstairs. The smell of syrup and bacon did little to lift his spirits. She was still in her nightie which showed her cleavage. There as been a few times he was tempted to use his power on her, looking that hot. But he didn’t it be wrong.
“I was talking to Mrs Johnson our neighbour. She told me to ask if you could cut her grass for her.” She said as he got himself a coffee and sat down looking at her cleavage.
Ian smirked, a flicker of calculation in his eyes. Mrs. Johnson was an easy target, lonely after her husband’s passing and always eager to please. “Sure, Mom, I can do that. When does she want me to do it?”
His mom beamed. “Oh, whenever you’re free. She said she’d pay you handsomely. Good way to earn some extra cash, eh?” She winked, oblivious to the dark thoughts swirling in her son’s mind.
After breakfast he went next door and knocked on the door. Mrs Johnson is a married woman which people call her a MILF. She was hot for a woman in her 50s.
Mrs. Johnson opened the door, a weary smile gracing her face. “Ian! Good morning, dear. Your mother said you might be able to help me with the lawn.”
Ian plastered on his most charming grin. “Morning, Mrs. Johnson. Yeah, I’m happy to help. Just let me grab my stuff.” He subtly adjusted his gaze, taking in the details of her appearance: the slightly tired eyes, the way her floral dress clung to her figure, the strands of grey hair escaping her bun. An opportunity presented itself, a chance to further indulge his twisted desires.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Ian. The mower’s in the shed around back. I really appreciate this.” She stepped aside to let him pass.
He walked past her, deliberately brushing his arm against hers. “No problem at all. Glad to help out a neighbour.” He turned, making direct eye contact. “So, you want the grass cut nice and short.”
Mrs. Johnson nodded, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, please. As short as you can manage. And be careful around the flowerbeds, dear. They’re my pride and joy.” She paused, a hint of sadness in her voice. “My husband used to take care of the lawn. I just… haven’t been up to it lately.”
Ian’s gaze intensified, focusing on her eyes, searching for a weakness, an opening. Her vulnerability was palpable, a chink in her Armor. He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping to a low, almost hypnotic, tone. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Johnson. I’ll take good care of everything. You just relax. You deserve it.”
Few hours later he had finished and put everything a way. He was feeling a little ‘horny’. He was thinking of using his powers. He knocked back on the door and she shouted “come in.”
He opened the door and found Mrs. Johnson in the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She smiled warmly. “Oh, Ian, you’re finished already? That was so quick! Thank you so much. Come in, come in. How much do I owe you sweetie.”
Ian stepped further into the kitchen, the air thick with the smell of freshly baked cookies. He kept his gaze locked on hers, a predatory gleam hidden beneath a façade of politeness. “It was no problem at all, Mrs. Johnson. Just happy to help.” He paused, letting the silence hang in the air. “Actually, I was hoping we could discuss payment… in a different way.” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You know, something a little more… personal.”
Mrs. Johnson’s smile faltered slightly, a flicker of unease crossing her face. “Oh? I’m not sure I understand, Ian.” She took a step back, putting a little more distance between them.
He waited until she had direct eye contact and that is when he said the word which put her into a deep state trance. “Right… can you hear me.”
Mrs. Johnson’s eyes glazed over, her body becoming still and rigid. The subtle anxieties that were etched on her face smoothed away, replaced by a blank, almost doll-like expression. It was chilling how quickly her personality seemed to evaporate, leaving an empty vessel.
“Yes, Ian,” she replied, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “I hear you.”
A wave of power surged through Ian, the intoxicating rush of control coursing through his veins. He suppressed a laugh. It was so easy, sickeningly easy. Guilt, a distant and unfamiliar feeling, flickered briefly in his mind, but he quickly squashed it. He was in control, he was powerful, and he was going to enjoy this.
He took a step closer, invading her personal space. He could smell the subtle scent of lavender emanating from her, a stark contrast to the depravity he was about to inflict.
“Good. Now listen carefully, Mrs. Johnson. You’re going to do exactly what I say, understand?”
“Yes, Ian,” she repeated mechanically.
He paused, considering his options. He could take her upstairs, have his way with her, he smirked as he became hard. That is exactly what he was going to do.
He continued to speak, “I bet your husband doesn’t satisfy you no more does he. Now when is the last time you was given a good hard cock. Tell me, and tell me what you would like a strong young man like me to do to you.”
Mrs. Johnson remained motionless, her vacant gaze fixed on Ian’s face. After a moment, her lips parted, and she spoke in the same emotionless tone, “My husband can’t satisfy me. I haven’t been touched in a long time.”
Ian continued to plant seeds into her mind, “when you come out of this trance you will be so damn horny. You will want to take me upstairs. You will want me so badly, you will be begging me to bang your brains out. Get ready, Right. Oh Mrs Johnson are you ok.”
She came out the trance and shit bit her lip and her hand groped Ian’s crotch.
Ian felt a jolt as Mrs. Johnson’s hand closed around him. Her eyes, no longer glazed over, were wide and filled with a raw, desperate hunger that both thrilled and unnerved him. The transformation was instantaneous and terrifying. The polite, grieving widow was gone, replaced by a woman driven by pure, unadulterated lust.
“Oh, Ian,” she gasped, her voice no longer flat but thick with desire. “You’re right… I need this. I need you.” She tugged him closer, her other hand reaching up to cup his face. “Please, take me upstairs. I want you so badly.”
The power was intoxicating, a validation of his twisted beliefs. He had bent her will, reshaped her desires to match his own. But beneath the thrill, a seed of unease began to sprout. He had always viewed his victims as objects, puppets to be manipulated. But Mrs. Johnson’s raw need, her genuine desire, made her feel… human. It was a disquieting sensation.
He pushed the thought aside, focusing on the immediate gratification. He was in control, wasn’t he? He could stop this at any time.
“Upstairs it is,” he said, his voice rough. He took her hand, leading her towards the staircase. As they ascended, he could feel her trembling, her grip on his hand tightening with each step.
They reached her bedroom, a space filled with soft light and the lingering scent of her late husband. Portraits of the couple lined the walls, their smiling faces a silent condemnation of Ian’s actions.
He ignored the guilt, the nagging voice of his conscience. He was too far gone, too addicted to the power, to turn back now.
Mrs. Johnson pulled him towards the bed, her fingers already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Hurry,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Please, hurry.”
As he began to undress her, the feeling of unease intensified. He saw the years of grief and loneliness etched on her skin, the vulnerability in her eyes. He was exploiting her pain, preying on her desperation. He got between her legs and slid his cock inside her mature pussy.
Ian slid inside Mrs. Johnson’s mature pussy with a groan. She was so tight and wet, her walls clenching around him. He began pumping in and out, fucking her hard. The bed creaked with each powerful thrust.
“Oh Ian…yes…fuck me harder,” Mrs. Johnson moaned, her nails digging into his back. “I need your young cock stretching my old pussy. Pound me!”
Ian grunted, driving into her faster, deeper. He gripped her hips, slamming against her as she egged him on. “Fuck, you’re so tight…I’m going to ruin this MILF cunt.”
“Yes, ruin me! Harder!” Mrs. Johnson cried, wrapping her legs around him. Her heavy tits bounced as he railed her. She was lost in hedonistic pleasure, brainwashed to serve Ian’s every depraved whim.
Ian felt a twinge of guilt, knowing he was manipulating her. But it was drowned out by the intoxicating mix of power and lust. He was drunk on the feeling of completely dominating this lonely widow’s mind and body.
“Scream for me, you dirty old whore!” Ian growled, hammering into her relentlessly. “Let the neighbours know how badly this slutty MILF needs young cock.”
“YES! FUCK ME AHHH YES!” Mrs. Johnson wailed shamelessly, uncaring of the obscene sounds filling the house. “Pump me full of your hot seed! Breed my old pussy!”
Ian felt her cunt spasming around him as she orgasmed. With a feral snarl, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, flooding her womb with spurt after spurt of thick cum. Mrs. Johnson squealed in ecstasy, milking him for every drop.
He eventually pulled his cock out and smiling at her. As he is putting his cock away watching her get dressed. He gave her his phone number, “In case you need seeing to ok.”
She grinned, “mmmm I will text sometime honey.”
Later that day he was back at home. Mom was on the couch in her nightie again but this one was different.
He had corrupted Mrs. Johnson so easily, bending her to his will. Why not try it with his own mother? The thought was taboo, repulsive, and yet…exciting. He felt his cock stirring in his pants.
He moved closer, sitting down next to her on the couch. She looked up from her book, smiling warmly. “Hey, sweetie. Did you have a good day?”
Ian’s heart raced as he sat beside his mother, the forbidden thought lingering in his mind. He forced a smile, trying to appear casual. “Yeah, it was alright. Just did some yard work for Mrs. Johnson next door.”
His mom smiled and nodded. “Oh, that’s nice of you. I’m sure she appreciated the help.” She paused, studying his face. “You okay, Ian? You seem a bit… distracted.”
Wait… was he about to use his powers, again.
He sighed and spoke the word as soon as she gave him eye contact, “Right.”
His mother’s expression went blank, her body becoming still and rigid. The warm, caring gaze in her eyes faded, replaced by a vacant stare. Ian’s heart pounded in his chest as he realized the full extent of what he had done. His own mother, now under his control, a puppet to be manipulated.
“Yes, Ian,” she replied, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “I’m here.” Ian swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and guilt swirling in his stomach. He had crossed a line, violated a sacred bond. But the power was intoxicating, addictive. He couldn’t stop now.
He leaned in closer, his voice low and commanding. “Mom, I need you to do something for me. Something… special.” His mother’s eyes remained fixed on his, unblinking and obedient.
“Of course, Ian. Anything you want.”
Ian’s mind raced, his thoughts consumed by the twisted desires he had long suppressed. “You will become instantly turned on, you will beg for my cock. You will demand it in your pussy. You will talk dirty to me while I pound you into the couch hard rough sex. Right. Mom what’s up?”
His mother blinked, her expression shifting. Aflush crept across her cheeks, and she squirmed slightly on the couch.”Ian… I… I don’t know what’s come over me,”she stammered, her voice trembling.”ButI suddenly feel so…so aroused.I need you, Ian. I need your cock inside me.”
She reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer. “Please, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your mommy’s tight pussy. I want it so bad.” Her eyes were wild, desperate, the pupils dilated with lust.
Ian’s heart raced as he stared at his mother, shocked by her sudden transformation. The guilt and hesitation he felt moments ago evaporated, replaced by a surge of excitement and power.
He had complete control over her, her mind and body bent to his will. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You want my cock, Mom?”
His mother nodded frantically, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, Ian. Please. I need it so badly.” She tugged at his clothes, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “Give it to me. Fuck your mommy’s desperate cunt.”
Ian’s cock throbbed in his pants, his arousal growing with each passing second. He had fantasized about this moment, about dominating his own mother, but the reality was even more intoxicating than he had imagined.
He stood up, quickly shedding his clothes until he stood naked before her. His mother’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of his erect cock, a hunger burning in her gaze.
“Oh, Ian,” she breathed, reaching out to wrap her hand around his shaft. “You’re so big. So much bigger than your father ever was.” Ian groaned as she began to stroke him, her grip firm and purposeful.
Ian’s mother’s touch sent electric shocks through his body, her hand working his cock with a desperate urgency. He could see the lust and need in her eyes, the way she licked her lips as she stared at his erection.
“Mom,” he gasped, his hips bucking into her grip. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe I’m doing this.” His mother looked up at him, her face flushed with arousal. “
Shut up and fuck me, Ian,” she demanded, releasing his cock and lying back on the couch. She spread her legs, revealing her soaked panties. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Ian didn’t hesitate. He knelt between her legs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. His mother lifted her hips to help him, her eyes never leaving his face. As he tossed her panties aside, Ian’s breath caught in his throat.
Ian’s mother lay before him, her legs spread wide, revealing her bare pussy. The sight of her intimate folds, glistening with arousal, sent a surge of desire coursing through his veins. He gripped his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. His mother’s eyes locked onto his, her gaze filled with a desperate, animalistic hunger.
“Please, Ian,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Fuck me. Fill me with your cock. I need it so badly.” Ian hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. But the power, the control, was too intoxicating to resist. With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside his mother’s tight pussy. “Fuck!” she cried out, her back arching off the couch. “Oh god, Ian. You’re so big. So deep.”
Ian began to move, his hips pumping steadily as he fucked his mother. The couch creaked and groaned beneath them, the sound mixing with their moans and grunts. His mother wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust.
“Yes, Ian,” she gasped, her nails digging into his back. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” Ian complied, slamming into her with increasing force.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their laboured breathing. His mother’s pussy was tight and wet, gripping his cock like a velvet vice. Ian could feel every ridge and contour of her inner walls, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as he continued to pound into her.
“Fuck, Mom,” he growled against her lips. “Your cunt feels so good.”
Ian’s hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into his mother’s eager pussy. The wet, sloppy sounds of their fucking filled the room, mingling with their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure. His mother’s legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on.
“Yes, Ian!” she cried out, her head thrashing from side to side. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” Ian obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic.
The couch creaked and groaned beneath them, the fabric of the cushions bunching up as he slammed into her again and again. His mother’s pussy was a hot, slick paradise, gripping his cock like a velvet glove. Ian could feel every ridge and contour of her inner walls, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. He reached down, grabbing her tits and squeezing them roughly. His mother arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips.
He kept going faster and faster banging her hairy cunt, “Right, your going to… shave your pussy tomorrow. You are mine now, who does this pussy belong to.”
His mother’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy and unfocused. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to process the question. Ian’s cock was still buried deep inside her, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Y-yours, Ian,” she stammered, her voice hoarse from their intense coupling. “My pussy belongs to you.”
Ian grinned, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.” That’s right, Mom. This cunt is mine now. And tomorrow, I want it smooth and bare. Understand?” His mother nodded weakly, a shiver running through her body.
“Yes, Ian. I understand. I’ll shave it for you.” Ian’s grin widened, his hips picking up speed once again. He was close, his balls tightening with the impending release. He pulled out of her pussy quick and put his cock in her mouth.
“That’s it, Mom,” he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. “Suck my cock. Make me come in your mouth.” His mother moaned around his length, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper. Ian felt the pressure building in his balls, his orgasm approaching rapidly. With a final thrust, he buried himself in her throat and came, his hot seed shooting down her gullet. His mother swallowed convulsively, drinking down every drop as Ian shuddered above her.
As Ian pulled out of his mother’s mouth, he watched with satisfaction as she lay there, panting and dishevelled. Her eyes were glazed, her mind still trapped in the haze of lust and obedience he had induced. He felt a surge of power, of control, that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He dressed quickly, his movements swift and efficient.
He looked at his mother, “Right, go to bed. You earned your rest. In the morning you will remember nothing. You will be my loving mother. But… You will occasionally check me out.”
Ian’s mother nodded, her expression dazed and compliant. “Yes, Ian. I’ll go to bed now.” She slowly got up from the couch, her legs wobbly from the intense sex.
The next morning Ian woke up and got dressed and went downstairs.
His mother was in the kitchen, making breakfast. She turned and smiled at him, her eyes bright and warm. “Good morning, sweetie! I made your favourite – pancakes and bacon.”
Ian felt a pang of guilt as he looked at his mom, remembering the events of the previous night. But he pushed the emotions aside, focusing instead on the power and control he now wielded over her. He sat down at the table, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Thanks, Mom. Looks great.” As they ate, he could see his mom checking him out.
“My boy is getting bigger by the day,” she said as she sipped her coffee.
Ian felt a shiver run down his spine at his mother’s words, the subtle implication hanging in the air. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain a casual tone. “Yeah, I guess I am. Growing up fast.”
“You certainly are, Ian. You’re turning into a fine young man.” She reached out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie.” Ian’s heart raced as he met her gaze, the warmth in her eyes a stark contrast to the cold calculation he’d used to manipulate her just the night before. “Anyway sweetie I better get cleaned up, your aunt Susie is coming later.”
Later that day there was a knock on the front door, Ian answered it and it was Aunt Susie. She had a thin jacket on which was open. A huge dip in her tank top she was wearing and her huge 34 DD tits straining against the material.
He felt a surge of lust, his cock twitching in his pants. “Hey Ian,” she said with a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on him. “How are you doing, sweetie?”
“I’m doing great, Aunt Susie,” he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse. “Come on in.” As she stepped inside, Ian couldn’t help but notice the way her jacket gaped open, offering a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, creamy skin above the waistband of her jeans. He had to get her on her own later and use his power.
“Hey sis, jeez dressing like that your going to give Ian heart attack,” Ian’s mom said.
Aunt Susie laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver down Ian’s spine. “Oh, come on, Karen. I always dress like this. Not like I am getting them out.”
Ian’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his Aunt Susie’s barely contained cleavage. He felt a surge of lust, his cock twitching in his pants. He quickly composed himself, not wanting to arouse suspicion.
“Yeah, Aunt Susie, you always look great,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Thanks, sweetie. A glass of water would be lovely.” As Ian headed to the kitchen to fetch her drink, he couldn’t help but sneak glances at his aunt’s backside, the curves of her hips and ass tantalizingly outlined by her tight jeans. When he returned with the water, Aunt Susie was chatting with his mom in the living room.
Ian handed the glass of water to Aunt Susie, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. “Here you go, Aunt Susie. Enjoy.” She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Thanks, Ian. You’re a sweetheart.” Ian felt a blush creep up his neck at the praise, his mind wandering to the ways he could use his power on his attractive aunt later.
As the day went on, Ian found himself increasingly drawn to Aunt Susie’s curves and confident demeanour. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to dominate her, to bend her to his will like he had with his mom. The thought sent a thrill through him, mixing with the growing ache in his groin.
“So Karen, no grand kids yet,” Susie smiled.
Ian’s mom laughed, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, don’t worry, Susie. Ian’s young yet. He’s got plenty of time to settle down.”Ian felt a pang of unease at his mom’s words, the implication that he was somehow less than a man for not having a steady girlfriend.
Ian felt his face heat up as he glanced at his aunt, an image flashing through his mind of bending her to his will, of hearing her beg for his cock. He quickly pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the conversation. “Nah, no one special in my life right now, Aunt Susie,” he said with a shrug. “Not settling down yet, just having fun if you get me.”
Aunt Susie gave Ian a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I get you, kiddo. I was the same way at your age. Too busy chasing tail to think about settling down.”
Ian grinned, feeling a spark of camaraderie with his aunt. “Yeah, that’s me. Always chasing the next thrill.” He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of thrills he could experience with Aunt Susie, now that he had a taste of the power he wielded over women.
Ian’s thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out, seeing a text from an unknown number. He opened it, a flicker of anticipation coursing through him as he read the message:
“Hey Ian, it’s Mrs. Johnson. I’ve been thinking… about your cock. I want it again. Tonight, come over at 9. Wear something sexy. I want to taste that thick meat again.” He got excited by her text, but for now he had to try think of away to get his mom out the way so he could plow his Aunt.
He stared at her in the arm chair, the thoughts of him stripping her out those tight jeans. Placing each leg on the both chair arms spreading her cunt. He had to try get rid of his mom, his cock needed a release.
“Mom I was going to other Aunt Susie some wine but there is none left.” He said as he smirked.
Ian’s mom looked up from her book, a hint of surprise in her eyes. “Oh, really? I could have sworn we had some wine left. Let me check.” She put down her book and headed to the kitchen, leaving Ian alone with Aunt Susie for a moment.
Ian took advantage of the opportunity, his gaze roaming over his aunt’s curves as she chatted with him. He could barely concentrate on the conversation, his mind consumed by dirty thoughts of bending her to his will. Just then, his mom returned with a bottle of wine. “Sorry about that, Ian. I guess I could go get some, will you be ok Susie with Ian. I am sure he will look after you.”
Susie smiled at Karen, “No worries, Karen. Ian can keep me company. Besides, I’m sure he has some fun stories to share.”
Ian gave her time to pull out the drive way, he then had to get Susie to have eye contact. She then looked at him, this was his chance, “Susie… RIGHT… Listen to me very carefully. I need you to take off your jeans, your panties and rest your legs open on each chair arm for me. Also, lift your top resting against the top of your tits and then beg me to fuck your pussy.”
Susie blinked, her eyes unfocused as Ian’s words sank in. A faint blush crept up her neck, but she didn’t resist, her body moving on autopilot. She stood up, her movements deliberate and slow, as if in a trance. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties that clung to her curves. She stepped out of the denim, leaving them pooled at her feet.
Next, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down, revealing her glistening pussy. She kicked the underwear aside, then lifted her top, exposing her large, perky breasts. She held it against the top of her chest, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. She sat back down and flopped her left leg over the chair arm and the right leg over the right chair arm, her pussy slightly open. Clean shaved mature cunt.
“That’s it, Aunt Susie. Now beg for my cock. Tell me how much you want it inside you.” Susie’s eyes glazed over, her lips parting as she looked up at Ian with a dazed expression. “Please, Ian,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. “I need your cock inside me. I need to feel you stretching my pussy, filling me up. Please, fuck me with that big dick of yours. Stick it in me.”
He smirked stripping off waist down as his cock sprung free. “You will talk dirty and vile words as I fuck you, do you understand.”
Susie’s eyes widened as she took in the sight of Ian’s erect cock, her gaze lingering on the thick shaft and heavy balls. She nodded, her voice a breathy whisper. “Yes, Ian. I’ll say whatever you want. Just please, fuck me. I need it so bad.”
Ian stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step. He gripped the base, stroking it slowly as he loomed over his aunt. “That’s it, Aunt Susie. Tell me how much you want my cock. Beg for it like the dirty slut you are.” Susie’s face flushed with embarrassment and arousal, but she didn’t hesitate. “Please, Ian,” she moaned, her hips twitching restlessly against the chair. “I’m a dirty, desperate slut who needs your cock. Fuck me hard and deep, make me scream. I want to feel every inch of that thick meat inside me.” Ian grinned, his eyes dark with lust.
He spat on her clit as he slid the head of his cock up and down her slit to lube his cock. He then sunk deep inside her pussy and instantly started to fuck her.
Ian thrust into Susie with a guttural groan, his cock sinking deep into her slick, shaved pussy. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, as he began to move, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “Fuck, Aunt Susie,” he growled, his voice strained with pleasure as he pounded her cunt one of her boobs flopped out her black bra. “Talk dirty, real dirty.”
Susie’s eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as Ian’s thick cock drove into her. She clutched at the chair arms, her nails digging into the fabric as he hammered her pussy.
“Oh god, Ian, yes!” she moaned, her voice ragged with lust. “Fuck me harder, you filthy bastard. I’m your dirty slut aunt, use me, ruin me with that massive cock!” Ian’s grin widened, his hips pistoning faster as he listened to her filthy words. He reached down, grabbing her breast and squeezing the soft flesh roughly.
“That’s it, Aunt Susie, be a good little cocksleeve for me,” he growled, his thumb brushing over her nipple. “Take that dick deep in your hungry cunt, you wanton whore.” Susie threw her head back, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust as she moaned and whimpered, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked. The old chair creaked loudly.
Ian felt the chair groaning under their vigorous fucking, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his aunt’s tight, wet pussy gripping his cock, milking him with every thrust.
“Fuck, Aunt Susie, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. “You were made for my cock, weren’t you? A dirty, cock-hungry slut just waiting to be bred.” Susie’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as Ian’s words and actions pushed her closer to the edge.
“Yes, Ian, yes!” she cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “I’m your slutty aunt, your personal fuck toy. Use me, fill me up, make me cum on that fat cock!” Ian’s eyes rolled back at her filthy words, his grip on her breast tightening. But her words were getting out of hand and very very vile as he continued to pump her with dick.
“Harder you fucking bastard, fuck my dirty vagina take me ahhhh harder mother fucker harder, you fucking piece of shit. Use me as a cum dumpster.” He’s never heard her speak such words and it made him pound her cunt harder.
Ian’s eyes widened at his aunt’s shocking language, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, her filthy words only spurred him on, making him fuck her harder and deeper. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as he pounded into her.
“That’s it, Aunt Susie, take that dick,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’re a dirty, cock-crazy slut, aren’t you? Needing to be used and filled like the cum dumpster you are.”
Susie’s eyes glazed over, her mind consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn’t believe the words spilling from her lips, but she couldn’t stop them either. All she could focus on was the thick cock driving into her, the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed and used.
“Yes, Ian, yes!” she moaned, her voice ragged and desperate.
“Fuck me, fill me up, make me your dirty cumdump!” she cried out, her hips bucking wildly against his thrusts. Ian’s balls tightened, his orgasm approaching rapidly as he listened to his aunt’s depraved words. He gripped her hips, slamming into her with brutal force, determined to make her cum on his cock.
“That’s it, Aunt Susie, cum for me like the filthy slut you are!” he growled, his voice a low, guttural snarl. “I’m going to fill you up with my hot, thick cum!”
Susie’s moans turned to wails as Ian’s words and actions pushed her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as she climaxed hard, her juices gushing out to coat his shaft. Ian’s eyes rolled back, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train.
Ian’s cock pulsed and throbbed as he buried himself deep inside his aunt’s spasming cunt, his hot seed erupting forth in powerful jets. He groaned, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release as he filled her up with his cum.
“Ahhh fuck, Aunt Susie!” he moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as he emptied himself into her willing body. “Take it all, you dirty cumdump!” Susie’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind foggy with pleasure as she felt Ian’s thick, hot cum flooding her pussy. She moaned softly, her hips twitching as she rode out the aftershocks of her own orgasm.
When Ian finally pulled out, his softening cock slipping free of her well fucked hole, Susie let out a contented sigh.
She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with satisfaction. “Mmm, that was incredible, Ian.”
Ian smirked as he looked down at his aunt, her face flushed and her chest heaving with exertion. “Glad you enjoyed it, Aunt Susie.” He stepped back, his cock still semi-erect, and began to dress. She also got changed and sat back down comfortably. When he got his breath back he had to wipe her memory of what just happened.
Ian walked over to Susie, standing in front of her with a serious expression. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm and commanding. “Susie, RIGHT. You will not remember what just happened here. You will think we just had a normal conversation and that’s it. Your mind will be wiped clean. Do you understand?”
Susie blinked, her eyes unfocused for a moment before she nodded slowly. “Yes, Ian. I understand.” Ian’s grip on her shoulder tightened, his voice taking on a hypnotic tone. “Good. Now, let’s go back to normal. By the way I have always loved your tits.”
Ian’s words hung in the air for a moment before Susie’s expression cleared, her eyes focusing back on him. She smiled, her gaze warm and friendly once more. “Oh, thank you, Ian. I’m glad you like them. I’ve always thought they were pretty nice too. But remember I am your aunt but I am flattered. Why does it feel like I have just run a marathon.”
Ian smiled, relieved that his aunt’s memory had been successfully wiped. “You just got a little excited, Aunt Susie. That’s all. Nothing to worry about.” He patted her shoulder reassuringly, trying to keep his tone light and casual.
The day went smoothly and so did the night after banging Mrs Johnson at 9pm. Ian was shattered, was he letting his powers get out of hand. He never wiped Mrs Johnsons memory but he only did if he went with family members.