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This fanfic was born out of the frustration of reading several stories I enjoyed that were never finished. It’s written primarily for myself, and the story is already completely written. This story is mostly smut. Sexual acts are not split across multiple chapters: each encounter begins and ends within the same one. Some chapters are longer, others shorter, depending on what the plot calls for.

The story consists of 30 chapters: the first 6 will be published during the first week (August 25–30), and after that, the pace will be two chapters per week (Mondays and Thursdays). There is a narrative thread, so I recommend reading in order, step by step. Still, in Chapter 1 you’ll find an index of all the key sexual encounters, for those who prefer to jump straight into them.

That same Chapter 1 also contains the character casting, where you can see each character’s role and the real person who inspired them.

Chapters 28 and 29 are not yet written: I’ll create them based on suggestions from the comments or, if none convince me, I’ll simply write what I feel like.

The full work totals around 70k words, written and revised entirely by me without beta readers. Any mistakes are due to that… and honestly, that’s just how it is.

🚨 WARNING: Spoilers in the casting and encounter index. Open at your own risk. 🚨

⚠️ WARNING - SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️

Character Casting

Sexual Encounters by Chapter

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I had gone out for a run. Running had always been my escape. When I was stressed, when I had too much on my mind, it helped me, at least, not to think about stuff.

My problems? Well, it's not like my world was falling apart, but to be honest, I hadn't been feeling very enthusiastic about anything lately, and that caused negative emotions to build up inside me.

It was Friday afternoon, almost summer already. I guess I should have been spending a day like that with friends, having fun and laughing... but that wasn't the case.

My friends were gone. Specifically, they left last summer. I hadn't been in town for very long, barely three years, and this was the first time I had made good friends. Two guys, not that many people, but they were important to me. But of course, high school ended and they had to leave, and from the looks of it, they weren't planning on coming back.

I used to run along the lakeside trails. There were a series of pretty lakes next to the town. They were its main tourist attraction. In the summer, the town's population multiplied with people who came to enjoy them. The shores of some of them were lined with mansions and giant houses, owned by people much richer than me. When I ran there, I used to imagine what they would be like inside, what it would be like to live in one of those houses. The people who came to spend the summer often threw big parties, but I had never been invited to one.

I was frustrated. It was a combination of many things. The issue with my friends was one of them, but also college. I sincerely thought college was going to be different. Next week, my first year of college was coming to an end, and I felt like I hadn't learned anything. The teachers showed no interest, and the subjects were empty. It was quite likely that I would fail several courses, but for the first time in my life, I truly didn't  care.

And then there was the issue of girls. I had two girlfriends (if you could call them that) but things never worked out. I didn't know what It was, but something always ended up going wrong and everything fell apart in a strange way. At the end I was left looking like an idiot, not understanding what had gone wrong.

It wasn't that I was ugly. I wasn't a supermodel, but I didn't think I was bad looking. Besides, I exercised regularly. I just ran, but at least that kept me in shape.

I'd never done badly in school, at least until that year. I wasn't the best, or the brightest, but I was above average.

I didn't think I was bad at socializing. I made jokes, people laughed with me... but there came a point where everything would stall, or start to go wrong, and I didn't really know why.

Maybe it was because I'd never had time to get to know anyone deeply. My father died when I was very young. My mother, Lucia, had taken care of me. It wouldn't be fair to complain about her. I'd never gone without food. But we'd moved around a lot. I never had any luxuries. I didn't have my own car; I always depended on public transportation or my mother’s. I didn't often get new clothes or expensive things either. We lived in one of the only apartment buildings in town, while everyone else had their own houses.

The closest thing I had to a luxury was my computer, an old laptop that a neighbor gave me a few years ago. It had helped me discover some of the media that had most influenced me: movies, comics, manga... all obtained illegally, of course.

At some point, I took a detour to my favorite lake. It was further away and more hidden than the others. There were no mansions or rich people's houses there. Nature had reclaimed it.

You want to know about my mother? She worked at the high school where I had studied. I had to put up with stupid comments all the time. My mother was still quite an attractive woman, and you can imagine. She was smart and kind, but life had given her nothing in return. She also cleaned houses after school and on the weekends. The truth is that I didn't see her very often, and that made me treat her coldly at times. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help feeling a certain resentment. I wish she could have spent more time with me.

I was running along the shore when things started to get weird. Little by little, I slowed down until I stopped in the middle of the path. I didn't even realize what I was doing.

Cold sweat started running down my back.

There was something above the lake. Just a few meters from the shore.

It was a black sphere. It didn't move. It didn't make a sound.

It was completely unnatural. Some primal instinct in my body was screaming at me to run away. That thing defied everything I believed possible. Something that was against nature’s laws.

The sphere remained motionless, as if it were a hole in the very fabric of reality.

And, suddenly, everything changed. I could feel it. It was as if the sphere was looking at me. Then it happened.

I felt as if an electric shock had shot through my brain, awakening parts that had always been dormant. A torrent of information flooded my mind, and my brain struggled to process it. It burned behind my eyes. As I tried to stay conscious, I blinked... and the sphere was gone. As if it had never been there.

Then the shock ended, and my body couldn't take it anymore.

I fell.

And the world went dark.

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I woke up on the grass. There was hardly any light left.

I stood up and felt my body, looking for wounds or something. I found nothing. I was fine.

My mind was fine too. I wasn't confused. I knew exactly what had changed in me.

I didn't even have any doubts about whether these new abilities I perceived were real or not. It felt as real as opening or closing my hand.

Something in my mind had expanded, like a map suddenly unfolded, and now I could see everything.

I knew what I was capable of. I knew I had just ceased to be a normal human being.

I looked around me. The world seemed clearer, as if someone had turned up the color saturation. It was as if my senses had been optimized. My mind was light and quick.

Then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, I looked up at a branch where I had sensed a small presence. A little bird was perched there, oblivious to me.

I look at it. I connect.

*Come*

The bird jumped off the branch, flew down gently, and landed on my finger. It watched me. It wasn't afraid. It didn't tremble. It was completely under my control.

*Sing*

And it sang. A light, effortless melody.

Even if I woke up with certainty and absolute instinct about my new abilities, this was a surprising thing to see.

I looked up. There was hardly any light left in the forest. I decided It was time to head home.

Despite my certainty about my powers, there was a part of me that still didn't grasp the implications of what it meant.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the gravel crunching under my feet.

When I left the forest and came across the first people, what I expected happened. I could feel their minds as they approached me. Even those who were far away when I looked at them.

I could feel their minds, their depth, their shape. Like structures, with buttons and levers that I could press, push, or adjust at will.

I came across a woman walking her dog. Some teenagers on bikes. An old man sweeping the sidewalk. All of them... connectable. Controllable.

I needed to test my powers.

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I stopped in front of the 24-hour store.

Inside, the owner was watching a show on a tiny television. Another man was leafing through magazines. And right in front of the store, on a stone bench, a homeless man was sleeping.

I walked to the nearest corner, partially covered myself in the shadows and looked at him.

I established the connection.

It didn't even take any effort. There were no words, no magic gestures, no rituals. Just willpower.

Do it.

The man stood up. He crossed the street. He entered the store.

He took off his T-shirt. Then his pants. The other two looked at him, perplexed. No one reacted.

*Scream*

And he screamed. A primitive, high-pitched scream, as if his soul were being torn apart.

*Do a backflip*

He tried. He stumbled a little, but completed the movement.

*Recite the first 20 decimal places of Pi*

Silence.

*Try to do it*

He started spouting random numbers.

"Well, obviously you can't do what you don't know… but you can fake it."

*Now go back to your bench as if nothing happened*

The man obeyed. He left the store, crossed the street, and lay down in exactly the same position.

I watched him carefully. Was he really asleep? Or just pretending?

*Laugh*

He laughed.

*Louder*

The laughter became wild.

*More*

Now he was out of breath, his face turning red, unable to stop laughing.

*Stop. Forget the last five minutes. Sleep*

The man relaxed. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Good.

I climbed the stairs of the building where I lived. Second floor. The hallway smelled damp. I opened the door with my key.

The house was empty. My mother hadn't come home yet.

I went into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I stared at myself for a second longer than usual.

Everything looked exactly the same as always.

I took a shower, made something quick for dinner, and left some for my mother. I was washing the dishes when I heard the sound of keys.

My mother walked in with her head down. She looked tired.

Her name was Lucia. My mother was 43 years old. She had a long face with expressive features and a generous smile that lit up her eyes. She had large, dark brown, lively eyes framed by well-defined eyebrows. Her skin was fair, due to a lack of sun, as her job didn't allow her to go out much.

Her hair was dark brown and slightly wavy. Her body was in good shape, not out of vanity, but because of the demands of constant physical work.

I didn't consider myself to have ever been bullied, but I had to admit that I had endured comments about my mother from other boys that were beyond my limits on many occasions. It was a common consequence of having a hot mother.

"Hi, honey. Did you make dinner? Did you save me some?"

"Of course, Mom, it's in the microwave."

"Thanks, honey. How was your day?"

"Same as always."

"Same as always?"

"Yeah. I'm going to bed now. I'm tired and I have things to do tomorrow."

"What do you have to do on a Saturday morning?"

"Stuff, Mom..."

She was too tired to pry any further, so she gave up.

"Okay, honey... good night."

I went to my room and closed the door. I collapsed onto the bed. I stared at the ceiling.

The dim light from the streetlamp came in through the window and tinged everything amber. On the wall was a poster of a TV show I had never seen, a gift from my mother, the poster came with a magazine she had bought. On the shelf was a small collection of comic books that an old neighbor had given me when I was younger. There was a small desk with my laptop and a chair I grabbed from The kitchen table. The built-in closet and the bed.

My new condition, my new powers, could turn me into either a hero or a villain…

Should I even use them?

Even if it was for the greater good, I would be forcing people to be good.

But who could blame me?

I had absolute power. Absolute.

I could touch any mind. Compel. Mold. Rewrite.

Tell me the truth, what would you do in my place? Receive cosmic powers and never use them?

Who are you trying to fool?

I made up my mind then. If I had received these powers, it was for a reason, right?

If they wanted a saint, they would have found someone else.

I decided that starting tomorrow, my life would change. A new beginning and a new goal:

An ideal world.

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After all, isn't it my responsibility? If I have the ability to end wars and violence, shouldn't I do it? Even if it means sacrificing the freedom of others?

To tell the truth, I wasn't yet sure I could control the whole planet. It was true that I could feel the living beings around me and that I had the impression that the range was greater than yesterday. But from there to expanding it throughout the world was a huge step.

I decided on something more achievable. The town. It would be my testing ground. Even if my domain didn't expand to cover the entire world, I could travel to apply my control. Before the summer was over, this village would become a utopia.

"Well, I think it's time to get out of bed," I thought. "I have errands to run."

I had to go to the supermarket and do the laundry.

There was also another one of my powers I wanted to think about.

Theoretically, I could create command packages, modify them, and apply them quickly so that many commands and parameters would be imposed at the same time.

I got up and went to take a shower. Then I made breakfast.

I had a clear idea for a package that I was going to create. A "model citizen" package. 

This package would force people to behave well, without committing crimes, without violence...

It might be easy to think that simply forcing them to follow the law would solve everything, but I didn't know all the laws well and didn't want to risk unexpected situations. Besides, if politicians found out about it, they could take advantage of it. Maybe forcing them to follow the 10 commandments or some religious law would be a better option... 

I would think about it later. I grabbed the money my mother had left in one of the drawers in the hall and left.

I went into the supermarket.

I decided to have some fun and practice with my powers.

First, I focused on five different people. I gave each of them a slight and different command at the same time:

A child began to whistle without realizing it.

A woman began scratching her neck repeatedly.

A man with a shopping cart made a couple of complete turns around the aisle before moving forward.

A teenager stopped dead in her tracks every time she heard a word with the letter "s."

And a supermarket worker smiled for five minutes for no reason.

Everyone obeyed perfectly.

Then I tried something more complex. A middle-aged woman was looking at the frozen foods. I altered her memories: first I erased them all. She stood motionless, like a corrupted file. A second later, I restored them, one by one, as easily as turning on a switch.

It was so simple it was scary.

I felt like a god in training, like someone who had found the guide book for the universe and just needed to turn the pages.

With my cart full, I went to the checkout and paused for a moment when I realized something I hadn't thought of. I didn't have to pay for anything.

I put the products on the conveyor belt and while the girl was charging the old man in front of me, I focused on her and sent the order:

*Never charge me and forget that you do it later*

"Hmmm," I thought. I looked at the name of the girl written on the tag hanging from her chest. I searched for the manager who was nearby and gave her another command as well:

*Allow Katy to give away any purchases she wants and never mention this to anyone*

When it was my turn, she simply placed the items in bags and let me through with a smile, which I returned.

I must have looked like a fool, smiling nonstop as I left the store.

I was happy but struggling with another idea. To be honest, it was one of the first things I thought of as soon as I became aware of my new abilities.

What if I used these powers to get sex?

Was there any difference between controlling to avoid violence and manipulating to get sex?

Probably, but to be honest, I was already pretty sure of my decision.

Again, if I was misusing my powers, why did I have them in the first place?

I was an 18-year-old guy with a raging libido, what did you expect? I would have justified it anyway, and if not, I would have manipulated your opinion to agree with me. I literally had the world in my hands.

If it helps, I don't consider myself a bad person; I didn't mean to make anyone else's life difficult.

The most important question at this point was... who?

I could feel my heart pumping hard with pure adrenaline.

When I got home, I put the groceries away and grabbed the laundry basket.

The communal laundry room was in the basement, at the end of a narrow staircase. The walls were bare red brick, with the plaster worn away in places. A row of small windows let in warm light that bathed the floor in golden patches. Three washing machines and an old dryer hummed constantly. It smelled of wet clothes and soap. There was silence between cycles. That place gave me peace.

I sat down on a plastic bench. I watched the clothes spin inside the washing machine.

I thought about how my life had been like that, spinning aimlessly until yesterday. These powers had given me a new perspective, a new path. And I felt perfectly sure that they were here to accompany me for the rest of my life.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, enjoying the new peace I had found within myself.

Then I noticed a change in my surroundings. A presence was approaching.

A few seconds later, the laundry room door opened and Maria walked in.

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Maria lived in the apartment above ours. She was a woman in her forties (or so I assumed) who worked in one of the cafes in town.

I wouldn't say I had a crush on her, but I had always found her attractive.

Maria had black, wavy hair. It was long, although she usually wore it up in a bun while she worked. Her skin was warm, and although you could see her age, she clearly took care of herself. Her eyes were dark and alert, clearly those of an experienced woman. She had high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips that often formed a mocking smile.

Even covered by her uniform and apron, one could see that her body was strong and voluptuous. She had wide hips, generous breasts, and firm legs. It was the body of someone who had taken care of herself for years but no longer did so as often.

Then there was the matter of her past. I had discussed it often with Paul (one of the friends who abandoned me and who clearly had a crush on Maria). Maria had tattoos on her body. Some of them could be seen even though her uniform covered most of them. Paul's thoughts: ex-stripper.

I was always polite to her, like a good neighbor, and I know my mother appreciated the help she had given us in the months after we moved in. 

On the other hand, despite being 18, she still treated me like a child. That annoyed me. I wanted her to see me as a man, not a boy.

Maria found me sitting on one of the plastic benches, with my back against the red brick wall and my eyes closed.

She didn't say anything, perhaps so as not to disturb me or have to strike up a conversation. I opened one eye and looked at her.

Maria moved with the confidence that always seemed to accompany her. She was wearing tight pink sweatpants and a black tank top. It was strange to see her in this type of clothing. I could see almost all of the tattoos on her body, colorful patterns slightly faded by age. I noticed the one that ran down her thigh and up towards her buttocks. I noticed that she saw me looking so I closed again, not wanting to look like a pervert (I was a pervert).

"Hi, Maria."

"Hey, cutie" she said, giving me a brief smile.

Her hair was loose, still damp from the shower. It fell over her shoulders with insulting naturalness.

She put her basket in the corner. She bent down and started loading the washing machines.

"Has your mom left for work?"

"Yes, she left early as usual."

"Hard-working woman. It's your turn to take care of the house now, huh?"

I replied with a kind of grunt. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. First things first:

*Relax. Feel extremely comfortable with me* 

That was the first command I gave her.

I opened one eye and saw that Maria had sat down on the bench opposite the laundry room. Only three meters separated us.

"What could I do now? How could I move forward?" I thought.

*Answer every question I ask you honestly* was the second command. Perhaps a little redundant, but I wanted to be sure.

"Maria, how long have you been in town?" I asked her.

She seemed to think about it for a moment and then replied:

"Four years, honey."

I thought about asking her about her past and ending the debate with Paul, but I decided it was better not to know at that moment.

"Are you single, Maria?"

"Yes"

"And why is that?"

She let out a short laugh.

"Are you always this direct, or just when the washing machines are running?" she replied, raising an eyebrow and staring into my eyes. Then she paused for a moment, and I thought maybe I was losing control.

"I've been with a few men in this town, and I have many suitors. I'm sure if I were fired from the cafe, it would lose half its customers. Honestly, I think I've grown tired of men. It's been a long time since anyone has given me that spark I need..."

"Interesting," I thought, "you'll know soon enough about sparks."

She had adopted a similar posture to mine on her bench.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" I said.

"You, with girls? Aren't you a little young, honey?"

I didn't like that answer very much. I decided to go further.

"And do you think I'm attractive?"

She thought about it for a moment and then replied.

"You're cute, but a little young for me."

There it was again. That idea that I was a boy and not a man. I decided that would be what I would change in the third command, but then... I thought better of it. She could keep that idea of me. I was going to get what I wanted anyway. Let’s see how she deals with it afterwards.

"I've been with two women," I said.

She laughed heartily. "I think I'd rather not know about that."

"I'll respect your decision then" I said, smiling at her.

We spent a few minutes in silence. Only the sound of washing machines running and a car passing by on the street above us could be heard. A mischievous little idea occurred to me.

*Play along* 

That was the third command I sent directly to her head with a single thought.

"Hey Maria, I think you've made a little mistake," I said.

"What mistake?"

"You've put all the clothes from the laundry basket in the washing machine except the ones you're wearing. You should have put those in too."

She seemed to think about it for a moment and then realized.

"You're right, honey... Do you mind if I take them off here?"

"Go ahead," I replied. My heart began to race.

Maria stood up and took off her black tank top, revealing a black bra with a nice cleavage. My anticipation grew, thinking about the moment when she would take it all off. She had quite large breasts, but her narrow waist compared to her hips made them stand out even more.

She put her T-shirt in the last washing machine and moved on to her pink pants. She took them off by bending forward in one quick movement. She put them in the washing machine and started adjusting the settings.

I stood there, unable to take my eyes off her ass, covered only by a white thong. She was clearly a mature woman, and it showed, but those fat buttocks along with the tattoos were starting to make me very hard.

I decided that if I was turned on, she should be too. I used my powers on her differently than when I give orders. I attacked her emotions and sensations directly, increasing her sexual desire, her arousal, and her dirty thoughts.

I heard a sound coming from her. A muffled moan, as if she were trying to catch her breath.

She turned around and walked back to the bench. All the flesh on her body moved with her steps. Her wet black hair hit her back. That woman exuded sensuality. I couldn't help but salivate at the sight.

She looked at me and quickly detected the state I was in.

"What big eyes you have, have you lost something?"

I was going to take my time, but honestly, I was too excited to beat around the bush.

"I just spotted another mistake, Maria."

"Oh, really?"

"Sure, you should have included the bra and thong too, don't you think?"

"That's true... Do you mind?" she said, composing her teasing smile.

"Not at all."

She smiled at me again, and I couldn't tell what was behind that smile, innocence or mischief... So I decided to push her emotions a little further.

Maria got up and walked over to the washing machine that had just started. She canceled the cycle and opened the washing machine, but this time she turned directly toward me to take off her bra. With her gaze fixed on me, she unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts. Her nipples were dark brown and large. My whole body was begging me to put those nipples in my mouth. She could clearly see how turned on I was. Remember, I had only been with two girls before this, and I can assure you they weren't this hot.

Then came the killer move. Very slowly, and without taking her eyes off me, she pulled down her thong. She did it by leaning forward again, her huge tits covering the part I wanted so badly. It was when the thong hit the floor and she stood up straight again that I had that vision that almost drove me crazy. I could see her pussy perfectly. It was hairy but trimmed, not very long. The lips were dark and thick. I could feel my heart beating in my temples from the excitement she was causing me. Then she bent down to pick up the thong and quickly turned toward the washing machine, taking that incredible view away from me.

"Oh yeah? Is that how it is, huh?" I thought, and gave her another stronger push to heighten her sexual arousal.

By now she must have been feeling very turned on. And on top of that, she was naked in front of this young man she considered a child. Maybe she was a little confused, not expecting her body to react like that, but the first command I had given her would have shut down any negative feelings.

She turned the washing machine back on and sat down on her bench.

"Well, what were you telling me about those girls?"

"I wasn't telling you anything. I remind you that you didn't want to know about that subject."

She gave me a mocking smile. "Oh, well, it's just to make conversation, honey."

Small pause.

"I've had two girlfriends. My age. Short relationships."

"I see… Did you ever have sex with them?"

"Are you always this direct, or just when the washing machine's on?" I said with a smile.

She smiled back at me, and I decided to give her excitement one last push. At this point, we should both be ready to jump on each other. Did she want to keep playing?

"You have a beautiful body, Maria."

"Oh, thank you, honey. You should have seen me when I was young."

"Don't say that, you look spectacular."

"Do you really think so?"

She stood up and walked towards me, stopping in the middle of the room. She posed sideways, showing me her ass.

"Don't you think it's a little saggy?"

Then I got up from the bench. My cock was so hard that I had to reposition it quickly. I did it without hiding it, letting her notice my bulge. 

I walked towards her. I felt like I was going to faint because my heart was pumping so fast, not believing what I was about to do.

I raised my hand and placed it on her buttock. I caressed it and squeezed it. It was firm.

"It's perfect. I can tell you work out."

"I don't do as much as I'd like," she said with one of her smiles.

Then she turned toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was quite a bit taller, so I had to look down at her. We were staring into each other's eyes. I focused on her lips. I wanted to kiss them.

"So you've been with two girls?"

"Uh-huh." 

"And did you use protection?"

Oh shit.

"Yes"

Then, slowly, she leaned toward me and I did the same, melting into a kiss. Maria tasted like mint, like freshly brushed teeth. Her tongue entered my mouth and mine went to meet hers.

She kissed pretty well, and those full, luscious lips were to die for.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. My hands started on her hips, then moved down to her ass and squeezed it, spreading her butt cheeks apart. She let out a moan when the cool air hit her pussy. Then they moved up to her tits and I broke away from the kiss to take her nipple into my mouth. I started sucking it while she caressed the back of my neck and moaned softly. I decided that It wasn't enough, so I increased her arousal again and came up with something new. I increased her skin sensitivity. The change was instantaneous. The moans became much louder and more uncontrolled.

I went back to kissing her mouth, sucking her tongue, and meanwhile, my hand slid from her chest to her waist and then lower.

I caressed her pubic hair with my right hand and felt her shiver. With my other hand, which was squeezing her left buttock to hold her in place, I felt her skin bristle. That turned me on so much.

I moved my hand lower and placed it over her pussy. She pressed herself against me, continuing to kiss me. Then I parted her lips and slid a finger inside her, checking that she was completely wet.

"Oh God, take this off," she suddenly said as she pulled away and started to take off my shirt.

She didn't pay much attention to my body, but went straight for my pants. She pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. My cock was completely hard in my underwear, and there was also a huge stain of precum that I had been expelling for a while.

She pulled down the elastic of my boxers and my cock sprang out. A few strands of precum were still connected to the boxers. She grabbed my cock gently, unable to look away.

"This is nice."

And she started to slowly masturbate me with her hand. Her fingers were short and wide, her nails red. She looked up and we kissed again. 

The feel of her hand on my penis was too exciting. I was trying to relax when she did something unexpected again.

She disconnected our mouths and quickly lowered her head, wrapping her mouth around my penis.

I couldn't help but let out a moan. Then she started to go down, swallowing my cock and making it disappear. When she reached the bottom, I put my hands on her head and squeezed. That feeling was too intense for me.

Then she quickly pulled her mouth away, leaving my penis wet with her saliva. The return to the usual temperature of the room, leaving her warm throat, added to the sight of Maria's mouth connected by threads of saliva to my penis almost made me cum right there.

"Come."

She pushed me to my bench and made me sit down. Then she stood with her back to me, between my legs. Right in front of me were those huge buttocks. I slapped one and grabbed both, spreading them apart and seeing what awaited me. Her dark anus, surrounded by short hairs, and lower down her wet pussy, I could see the pink color of her insides.

For some strange reason, I remembered what You are supposed to do in this situations.

"Are you clean?"

She poked her head out to the side.

"As clean as you are."

"And..."

"Yes, I take the pill."

Without exchanging another word, she leaned over, grabbed my cock, and positioned it at her pussy, then lowered herself down.

The rush of sensations was almost unbearable. Her pussy was so hot that I felt like my penis was going to melt. I had never had unprotected sex before, and this was proving to be more than I could have hoped for.

Maria, with her hands resting on my knees, began to move her ass up and down. All I could see was that huge ass going up and down, making my cock disappear inside her.

In a moment of clarity, I decided to make a decision. Somewhere between the commands I had given at the beginning and the manipulation I had carried out afterwards, I imposed another rule.

*Contact with my semen will give you the greatest pleasure and orgasm of your life*

And the assault continued.

I grabbed her buttocks and spanked them, trying to maintain control.

But I couldn't, it was uncontrollable.

"I'm going to cum."

"Me too! Let it go, baby. Do it!"

Then I grabbed her buttocks and pushed her ass down, making my cock penetrate her vagina as deep as possible, and I started to cum, shooting my semen into the deepest part of her pussy, covering all her walls with white.

The pleasure I felt was indescribable. My vision blurred and my legs went numb.

Maria, for her part, wasn't doing much better.

The orgasm she had when she felt my hot cum inside her made her scream with pleasure. Her body convulsed and her legs lost their strength. Luckily, she was quick to throw herself back on top of me, and I quickly caught her and wrapped my hands around her tits.

When I came to my senses, we were both panting. Covered in a thin layer of sweat.

We stayed in that position for a while. I was sitting on the bench, leaning against the brick wall, and she was sitting on top of me, with my cock still buried inside her.

At one point, I wondered if she had fainted. When I looked at her face, she had a distant look in her eyes.

"Maria"

No answer.

"Maria, are you there?"

A grunt was the only reply I got.

When she regained her strength, she sat up and, leaning on my knees, stood up unsteadily. When she lifted her ass, I could hear the sound of all the fluids in the area of contact separating, creating little threads, and when my still hard cock came out of her, it was followed by a stream of white semen. I also had traces of her cum, like cream, covering my penis.

She collapsed onto the bench, adopting an almost fetal position. From where I was, I could see my semen dripping from her pussy and legs onto the bench. It had been a very big cumshot.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you need anything?"

"No," she replied, still breathing heavily.

I got up and knelt beside her. I leaned in and kissed her again. A brief kiss with tongue. She barely responded. Maybe the "orgasm of her life" had been a bit too much.

I got up and went over to my washing machine, which had finished. I took out the contents and transferred them to the dryer.

I sat back down and we stayed like that for a while in silence.

I took the opportunity to check who was around us. We had definitely made some noise.

Luckily, we were the only ones in the building and there was no one in front of it on the street either.

I looked back at Maria, who had fallen asleep.

I wasn't sure what would happen when she woke up.

I looked down and saw that the semen had dried, forming a shiny trail from her vaginal lips down her legs. Her hairy lips made me hard again, but she was knocked out, so I decided I was satisfied for now.

I thought it would be best not to give her too many orders for now and see what happened. Maybe I should create a set of commands just for lovers. 

When the dryer finished, I took out the contents and put them in my basket. I took the opportunity to fill it with Maria's clothes.

"Thank you," she said from behind my back.

She had already opened her eyes.

"Welcome back."

I approached her and caressed her cheek.

"Are you okay?"

"More than okay. I don't know when the last time was that I came like that."

She sat up, her legs bent and leaning on one hand.

"I don't know if it was luck or what the hell happened, but it's been a long time since anyone made me feel like that, honey."

"Thank you, María," I said with a smile.

She looked around.

"We were lucky no one came down here while we were fucking but we should get dressed now."

"Yes."

We both got dressed, stealing glances at each other from time to time.

"Maria, I'm going upstairs now. I have things to do."

"Yes, of course, me too."

"Is everything okay between us?" I asked approaching her.

"Yes, handsome," she said and gave me a deep kiss.

"I'm glad... I'll come visit you again," I said, flashing a mischievous smile.

She let out a little laugh.

"I hope so."

I picked up my basket and left the laundry, but before going up the stairs, feeling her presence on the other side of the door, I accessed her mind again and modified the physical sensitivity command so that she would only react to my skin.

Now I was ready to head home.

Chapter Text

When I got home, I had a hard-on again. Just thinking and remembering what had just happened made me feel like my cock was going to explode. 

Maria had appeared several times in my sexual fantasies and, to be honest, I was eager to do it again.

I think I did well with her. I tried to be affectionate and caring. It didn’t want to use her like a doll and throw her away afterwards.

I decided not to shower. I liked the idea of smelling like the sex I'd just had.

I organized my clean clothes and lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

I have to make packages. It'll save me a lot of effort.

I took a short nap. I made myself something to eat and sat down at my desk with a sheet of paper and a pen in front of me.

Where to start...

I think I'll start with the package that applies to everyone.

Model Citizen Package V.1:

• You will not harm any human physically or emotionally, unless it is in clear self-defense.
• You will feel a deep and natural empathy for all living beings, although this will not prevent you from eating meat or other animals.
• You will strive to be a better person.
• Acting with kindness, helping, respecting, and protecting others will be a source of happiness for you.
• Hurting others, lying maliciously, or acting selfishly will cause you intense guilt and a desire to correct yourself.
• You will take care of your natural and urban environment. 
• You will perceive this change in yourself and others as completely normal.

Good. Now all that remained was to start applying it and see how people reacted.

On the other hand...

Lover Package V.1:

• I will seem like the most attractive man in the world to you. Perfect embodiment of your ideal type.
• You will feel extremely comfortable and secure in my presence, inclined to trust me, and this effect will increase the more time you spend in my presence.
• You will feel sexual pleasure and satisfaction 5 times greater than normal when caused by me, either directly or indirectly.
• You will accept that I am with other women. You will not feel jealous or see any problem with it.
• These changes and effects will seem completely normal and natural to you, in line with your personality and part of your personal development.

Well, now that I had the packages ready, I wanted to start testing them. I closed my eyes and concentrated on expanding my domain. I looked for Maria, but I was the only one in the building at the time.

I decided to leave the house and spread some love.

I walked down the main street, where all the shops were lined up, the old-fashioned bakeries next to modern clothing stores and hipster cafes with terraces full of colorful chairs. It was Saturday afternoon, and the place was bustling with people. Families with shopping bags, teenagers with their cell phones glued to their faces, retirees strolling leisurely. It was the perfect setting.

I took a deep breath and extended my domain as far as I could, projecting it on both sides of the street like an invisible net that slowly wove itself around the minds of those present. As if every living being had its own light, I felt hundreds of presences flickering within my field of control, like tiny candles waiting for a divine command.

One by one, I began to load the Model Citizen package V.1.

I felt it settle within them like a whisper no one could hear, a seed of harmony planted directly in the core of their minds. Some slowed down slightly, others blinked in confusion, not knowing why. A woman let out a snort of impatience... which turned into a smile. A little boy, who had just pushed his sister, helped her up. A teenager looked up from his cell phone and said to his mother, "I love you, Mom."

All without anyone noticing.

When I passed the café where Maria worked, I slowed down. She was inside, moving between tables, her apron tied around her waist, collecting cups and serving coffee as if nothing had happened. I stopped for a moment in front of the window. For a second, I considered going in. I could have done it. I could walk through that door and kiss her in front of everyone, or push her against the bar and fuck her in front of the customers without anyone doing anything. No one would protest. No one would remember.

But I decided to do something else.

I accessed her mind amid the collective murmur. As soon as I had it, I undid the individual commands I had given her during our previous encounter and, with a single wave of intent, downloaded the Lover package V.1 onto her.

The change was almost immediate. From the outside, I saw her pause for a second next to the coffee machine. She brought her hand to her chest and took a deeper breath. I didn't know why, but something inside her had just been reset forever. I saw her move with more energy, more sensuality without meaning to, as if she had just reconciled herself with the pleasure of being alive.

Now that I had seen her naked and fucking, she seemed even sexier than before. The way she bent down to pick up a tray, the exact curve of her back as she turned around. Everything seemed designed to provoke me.

What if I paid her a quick visit?

But no. I smiled to myself. I could do it, yes. I could walk in and take her right there, on the counter, while the rest of the place applauded or didn't even notice. But if I wanted to maintain a modicum of sanity, I needed to set limits. If I lost control so soon, my perception of reality would end up melting like butter in the sun. And I still had bigger plans.

I kept walking down the street. A few familiar faces passed by, ignoring me. I saw two groups of old high school classmates. Not even a hello. Not even a smile. Same old idiots.

Later, I saw Olivia's mother, one of the girls I had dated briefly last year. Her name was Emma. I had spoken to her a couple of times when picking up Olivia for a date. She had shoulder-length straight dark hair and well-defined lips, possibly enhanced. She was a little younger than my mother and divorced. She was wearing a tight blue dress and talking to another woman, gesturing and laughing loudly. For a second, I wondered what would happen if I dumped the lover package on someone like her. If she, a respectable mother, became completely mine without even understanding why. 

I made a mental note. Another experiment for later. 

I didn't give her the Model Citizen package.

I also took the opportunity to pop into some of the clothes and shoe shops. I'd never been able to afford to shop there except on very special occasions, but using the same trick as I did in the supermarket, I left with many bags.

When I reached the end of the street, I glanced around and confirmed that I had finished loading all the packages onto most people. It wasn't the entire town, not by a long shot, but it was surely enough to start seeing changes.

I smiled. The seed had been planted. Now, I just had to wait for it to grow.

It became so easy to get new clothes that I didn't think about the problem that was obviously going to arise. 

When I got back home, I could barely fit through the door with all the bags I was carrying.

Then I heard my mother say as she came to the door:

"Honey, I saw that you went shopping, but the money is still in the same place. How did you...?"

Then she saw me loaded down with bags. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Where on earth did all that come from?"

"Shit," I thought. "Shit, shit, shit." As I said, I hadn't thought this through.

"I won a raffle, Mom."

"A raffle?"

"Yes, on Main Street, a $1,000 voucher for shops in town. I was passing by, tried my luck, and won."

She stared at me thoughtfully, trying to decide whether to believe me or not. The alternative conclusion she was probably going to reach was that I was selling drugs.

I know I could fix this using my powers, but I didn't want to do that... After all, she was my mother...

"And you spent it all? Didn't you think your mother might want something?"

"I had to spend it at the time, Mom."

"What about the grocery money? You haven't used it and the fridge is full," she said, clearly angrier than before. This was all going to explode, and I didn't know how to get out of it.

"Another raffle?" I said, no longer bothering to come up with a good lie.

"I'm sorry," I thought.

I accessed her mind and imposed the following command:

*Believe the lies I just told you and don't suspect anything else about today's money*

She seemed to calm down. 

"You'll have to go buy a lottery ticket tomorrow. Two draws in one day, you're one lucky kid."

I smiled at her.

"Do you want to see what I bought?"

"Of course," she said.

We went to my room and I slowly tried on my new clothes, showing them to her as if I were a model. With my mother's job, there were few moments like this.

I decided to throw away all my old clothes and keep only the new ones. My mother protested a little, unable to throw away anything that was even remotely usable, but I was going to make sure that wasn't a problem anymore. I made a mental note to find a better job for my mother.

"By the way, honey, Megan is coming over tomorrow."

"Oh."

Chapter Text

Megan was my mother's best friend. They've known each other for years, but since we moved to this town, they don't see each other as much as they used to. Even so, Megan usually makes an effort to come and see my mother from time to time, and I can see how it recharges her batteries.

The truth is, I really like Megan. She's a very cheerful person and has always treated me well. She's very spontaneous and direct, with an undeniable natural charm.

Megan is a little younger than my mother, I guess she's about 39. Her skin is very fair, a soft white. She's blonde, a light shade, almost platinum, although you can see a darker shade at the roots. She currently has short hair with loose bangs that she tucks behind her ear with a gesture that has become automatic. Her eyes are large and blue, full of energy, always wide open and bright. Her face is sharp, with high cheekbones and well-defined lips. 

The truth is, she is a very beautiful woman. She has that effortlessly cultivated natural beauty.

And then there's her body. She dresses in light clothing, almost always in flowing dresses with floral prints. When the wind blows, those dresses move as if they were part of her, giving a fleeting glimpse of what lies beneath. She has pronounced curves, large breasts, and wide, well-formed hips that reveal she is a woman who takes care of herself, but doesn't need to do so to please anyone.

No matter how many times I see her, there's always something about the way she walks, talks, and laughs that leaves me slightly unsettled. She's the kind of woman who doesn't seem to realize how attractive she is. And maybe that's precisely why she's even more attractive.

So Megan was coming over today. I was in bed planning my day in my head. 

Apparently, my mother had forgotten to tell me she was coming. She said it was because I went to bed without talking to her on Friday and we didn't see each other on Saturday, but I think she just forgot.

She also reminded me that next week the town's summer festivities were starting. They're the biggest festivities of the year and attract the most people.

My mom wasn't working today. She and Megan were going to the lake to swim and spend the day together.

I have to be honest here. I didn't want to ruin my mother's day with her friend, but I've always had a little crush on Megan, and now that I have my powers, I can't waste this opportunity.

I got up early. Megan wouldn't be there for a while. I took a shower and put on my new clothes. T-shirt and pants. Clean, shiny sneakers. Just getting rid of that dirty image was a big change. 

I made breakfast for my mom and me. She got up just in time to eat it while it was still hot. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said when she appeared in the living room.

Her hair was loose and tangled, freshly awakened. A loose, very old T-shirt covered her body. I assumed she was wearing some kind of shorts underneath. Or maybe just her panties.

"Good morning, Mom," I replied. "What are your plans for today?"

"Well, Megan sent me a message saying she's already had breakfast on her way here. She got up really early so that we can spend some time at the lake."

"So you're going to spend the whole day in the water?"

"No, after lunch we'll come back to rest a bit before Megan hits the road again."

"Oh, why isn't she staying over?"

"Tomorrow is Monday, sweetie."

"Right."

"You'll come with us, won't you? You know Megan loves it when you accompany us."

"I don't have anything better to do," I said, trying to sound cool.

I went back to my room and tidied it up a bit. I also packed my bag for the lake, and while I was changing into my swimsuit, I heard my mother taking a shower. She was getting ready for Megan's arrival.

I wasn't sure when she was going to arrive. And I was feeling a little horny. I thought about quickly visiting María to kill some time.

I left the room and went to the bathroom where my mother was getting ready.

When I poked my head in, the sight shocked me a little. My mother was wearing a red bikini that looked really good on her. She had large breasts and both nipples were poking through the fabric.

"Yes, honey?"

"I'm going down to the store for a moment."

"Hurry up, Megan's about to arrive."

"Yes, Mom."

I left the apartment, but instead of going downstairs, I headed upstairs. I knocked on the door three times.

I knew Maria was there; I could sense her from my home.

"Coming!" I heard from afar, followed by footsteps approaching. Then the sound of the peephole opening and finally the door.

Maria appeared wrapped in a bathrobe that did nothing to hide her generous curves. Her hair was, as usual, pulled back in a bun.

"Wow, what a surprise..." said Maria, in a tone that I found suggestive.

I gave her a sincere and innocent smile.

"How's everything?"

"Everything's fine. Is this the visit you told me about? On a Sunday morning?"

"If you'd rather, I can come back another time," I joked as she looked at my clothes.

"Are you going to the lake?" she asked.

"Yes, actually I don't have much time, I just wanted to see how you were and ask for your phone number," I said again, feigning innocence. It was a totally lame excuse.

She looked at me a little incredulously. Then she stepped aside.

"Come in and tell me why you want my number."

I walked in and entered her living room. There wasn't much decoration, a pretty normal place. It was clean, or at least it seemed that way at first glance. The furniture layout was very similar to my apartment’s. I walked over to the table and leaned on it.

"I want it in case there's an emergency," I said with a mocking smile.

She came closer to me. The truth is that I really wanted to take off that robe she was wearing. I wanted to see that body I had enjoyed so much again.

"Come on, write it down," she said and proceeded to recite her phone number, which I carefully wrote down on mine.

"Are you going to the lake with your friends?" she asked me.

"With my mom and her best friend?"

"You're in good company then," she said as she moved a little closer to me.

"It could be better," I said, flirting. I moved a little closer to her.

"Oh, don't start," she said in a tone that clearly indicated she wanted me to start.

Then a car horn honked, and instinctively I expanded my domain to check that Megan had arrived. Both Maria and I realized that our game was over.

"That means I have to go," I said, not moving away from her yet.

"What a shame, honey..." she said, bringing her face closer to mine. "Remember, you owe me a visit."

I moved my face closer too, until I felt her breath on my lips.

"I promise I will pay my debts" I said, and then I kissed her. My tongue entered her mouth and she responded by sucking it.

She put her arms around my neck and my hands went to her ass, which I squeezed over her robe.

Without stopping kissing, I pushed her against the table. She instinctively sat on the edge, and even with my eyes closed, I noticed something that made my heart start beating very fast.

I pulled away from her lips to get a better look.

She was sitting on the edge of the table, with both legs dangling and spread apart. Between them, I could see her pubic hair and the beginning of her pussy lips. Her two huge tits were also exposed, with both brown nipples ready to be sucked.

My hard cock was pressing against my swimsuit.

"Can't you really stay a little longer?"

My heart was pumping fast. I made up my mind, I was going to take her right there and then and go downstairs.

I was reaching for my swim trunks when my phone started ringing, breaking the spell.

I took a breath and, looking into Maria's eager eyes, answered.

You can imagine the rest.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming."

When she heard this, Maria put her feet back on the floor. She covered herself again with the robe and came closer to kiss me again.

"You better come see me soon or I'll have to come down and get you."

"Oh, how lucky I'd be," I said with a smile. 

I kissed her and she walked me to the door. We kissed again and said goodbye.

When she closed the door, I extended my domain again until I located Megan, who was at my house.

I thought about what I should do... Maybe the Lover V.1 package wasn't going to be powerful enough to seduce her today... Well, if I had to readjust, I would readjust. I loaded the Lover package and went downstairs.

"I'm here!" I said as I entered.

"Finally!" I heard Megan shout as she came running down the hall straight toward me. Just one quick glance at Megan's body approaching me was enough to make me lose my mind.

Megan was wearing a yellow bikini that perfectly matched her blonde hair. The bikini did little to contain Megan's breasts, which looked like they were about to pop out at any moment. And the bottom part accentuated her hips even more. I didn't want to think about what she looked like from behind.

She came over smiling as always and threw herself at me, hugging me, her arms around my neck. I felt her whole body press against me. Her tits were squishing against my chest. Megan was taller than Maria. 

I returned her hug, wrapping my arms around her waist. My hard cock pressed against her stomach.

I wondered if she was uncomfortable, but she pressed herself even closer to me. That hug was clearly too intimate for what our relationship used to be.

Then she pulled away and cupped my face in her hands.

"Let me see you," she said, looking at my face with her face not far from mine. I was lost in those big blue eyes.

"How can you be so handsome?" she said, smiling.

"Hey, hey, watch those hands," said my mother, appearing from behind. She had covered herself up; she was no longer in her bikini. Instead, she was wearing an old T-shirt and denim shorts.

"Did you hear him complain, Lucia?" Megan replied.

"Everything's fine, Mom," I added.

"Oh, you're so nice," said Megan.

"He's not so innocent, Megan. I recently found out that he's had not one girlfriend, but two," said my mother.

I could only close my eyes and try to make this pass quickly. Meanwhile, Megan had snuggled up against me, under my arm. My cock, which was still rock hard, was hidden against her leg.

"Don't tell me, Lucia, so he's all grown up now," said Megan in a playful tone.

"Hello, I'm still here, you can save that for another time."

"Come on, grab your bag and let's go."

We arrived at the shore of one of the lakes that had sandy beaches. Luckily, the lake was big enough for us to be the only people there. We parked the car right there, at the edge of the sand.

The three of us had already laid out our towels and bags on the sand. Then I saw Megan rummaging through her bag and I knew right away what she was going to take out: the bottle of sunscreen.

"We need to put on sunscreen, guys."

"I was right to trust you to bring it, Megan," said my mother.

"You know me well. We must be friends or something"

"Come on, son, put some cream on me," said my mother.

I obeyed quickly. I rubbed it well into my hands and began to spread it on her back. Then I slowly moved down... I stopped before reaching her butt. That red bikini barely covered her buttocks and, to be honest my brain was in shock at the sight.

"I can do it myself now, honey," said my mother.

"Okay."

Then it was my turn. I put the cream all over my body myself, but I needed someone to help me with my back.

"Will you put some on my back?" I asked, hoping Megan would take the initiative. 

"Sure, come here." 

Bingo.

"I'll wait for you in the water," said my mother, who started walking toward the shore.

I went over to Megan and turned my back to her. I heard the sound of the cream bottle dispensing a generous amount.

"Here I go," Megan said before spreading the cold cream on my back.

"Ugh."

She began to spread the cream on my back, as if giving me a massage. 

Her hands were very soft, and I could tell she had experience giving massages.

When she got to my sides, I noticed she was letting herself go, taking a second too long to remove her hands.

I was looking at the water. My mother was already swimming and enjoying her swim. I hoped she couldn't see my hard cock through my swimsuit from where she was.

I decided to tease Megan's emotions just like I did with Maria the first time, increasing her arousal and sexual desire. It was only fair that she had a little trouble too, right?

"Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around, you didn't put any on your chest, did you?"

I turned to face her. Her two big white tits were in front of me. Her body was amazing. 

"Yes, I did."

"But you've put it on wrong, let me do it."

She put a little more cream on her hand and started spreading it over my chest. It was no longer a massage, it was pure and simple groping. The look on her face as she looked at my body was the same as that of a thirsty person looking at a glass of water.

Little by little, she moved down my abdomen until he reached my belly, below my navel.

She stood there staring at the bulge in my underwear. She placed a finger under the elastic of my swimsuit and gave me a begging look as she bit her lower lip.

I was also quite aroused, I can't deny it, but I was enjoying the game.

"I think it's my turn now," I said.

She simply nodded. I took the bottle of cream and poured it into my hand. I positioned myself right behind her, with a perfect view of her ass in that yellow thong bikini. I started with her shoulders, massaging them slowly.

She tilted her head from side to side, enjoying it. When I started to move down a little further, she pushed her ass against me, pressing her buttocks against my erect penis.

I let out a breathless moan to let her know I liked it.

I continued massaging until there was no more back left. 

Should I continue with her ass?

"Honey, come try the water, it's amazing!" my mother shouted from the lake.

"Damn, Mom, you're on fire today!"

I turned Megan around, who was standing there swaying with her eyes closed, and put the bottle of lotion in her hand.

"I think you need to continue on your own."

She opened her eyes, annoyed by the change of plans.

"Fine."

I walked to the water, trying to hide the bulge in my swimsuit, but my mother had her eyes fixed on me. Once I was completely submerged, the danger passed.

We spent the morning swimming and sunbathing. We also played with an inflatable ball and overall it was a very pleasant morning.

After that, Megan insisted on taking us to lunch at one of the Italian restaurants in town. We had pasta and some cake for dessert. I thought it was delicious; I wasn't used to eating at places like that.

Megan kept glancing at me the whole time. She clearly needed some time away from my mother as much as I did.

After lunch, we went back home. The idea was to sleep or rest a little so that Megan's trip would be safe. 

Everyone started doing their own thing when we got there. I started unpacking my bag and my mother's.

Megan was doing the same, picking out clean clothes to take to the shower.

"Do you mind if I shower first? I'll be quick," my mother asked suddenly.

My heart skipped a beat. We were going to be alone.

"No problem," Megan said, clearly affected by the anticipation as well.

"Go ahead," I said.

She went back to her room to get her towel and clothes, and in the meantime, Megan and I were left alone in the living room. Standing there, each of us in front of our bags, clothes in hand but doing nothing. Our necks stretched out as if on alert, waiting for danger.

Our eyes darted between my mother's bedroom door and each other's eyes.

When we heard footsteps, we lowered our heads again, trying to pretend we were doing something, but both of us clearly had only one thought in our minds.

My mother locked herself in the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the water start to run.

Then I dropped my wet clothes and headed towards Megan. My eyes locked on hers. She also dropped her arms, losing all her strength.

When I reached her, I put one hand on her waist and pushed her, guiding her to the kitchen counter.

Then, finally, our faces came together and we kissed. 

Her mouth was different from Maria's. Her tongue was softer and tasted sweet. She slipped it into my mouth and I couldn't help but suck on her tongue and all her saliva. Then I did the same to her, sucking on her lips, biting them.

One hand moved up, slipping under the white T-shirt she was wearing, going straight to her breast. I squeezed it. Megan was still wearing her bikini underneath. It was wet and cold.

Without stopping kissing, I pulled aside the part of the bikini that covered that breast with my fingers and squeezed it again. Her nipple was cold and hard. I grabbed it with my fingers and twisted it a little, carefully.

Megan let out a moan inside my mouth, opening it wide so my tongue could enter.

Then the sound of water stopped and Megan jumped away.

"She can't find out," she whispered. Fear in her eyes.

I nodded and backed away, allowing her to return to her bag. I looked at her, clearly unsure of what she was doing, her head filled with a thousand thoughts.

My mother came out wearing comfortable clothes and went to her room.

"I'm going in now," Megan said as she entered the bathroom. I noticed she didn't lock the door.

I wandered around the living room, totally horny, not really knowing what to do. I wanted to get in the shower with Megan.

I peeked into my mother's room, where she was putting on lotion.

"Everything okay, honey?"

"Yes," I said, forcing a smile.

I went back to the living room and apologized. "I'm sorry, Mom."

I extended my domain and accessed my mother's mind. I imposed the following order:

*You are going to fall into a deep sleep from which you will not be able to wake up. You will sleep until I or Megan wake you up by calling your name.*

I took advantage of the situation and accessed Megan as well, giving her arousal another little push.

I waited a minute, no more, no less.

I peeked into my mother's room again and saw that she was lying on the bed with her back to the door.

I went to the bathroom and opened the door. I went inside and closed it behind me. There was no sound, only the water falling behind the curtain.

Then Megan's head peeked out from behind the curtain. Her hair was wet and combed back. Her smile had disappeared long ago. Now there was only the pleading look in those blue eyes.

I took off my T-shirt. She couldn't take her eyes off the bulge in my swim trunks.

Then, slowly, I pulled up the elastic of my swim trunks, letting my cock spring out.

"Ugh," Megan said. Her head seemed to shake.

Wait a minute, was she masturbating behind the curtain?

"Aren't you going to wait for me?" I said.

"Hurry up and come in."

I approached with my heart in my throat. I moved the curtain aside and finally saw what I had been looking for. Megan's naked body. Her two huge milk-white tits crowned by two cream-colored nipples. Her narrow abdomen gave way to wide hips. Between her two fat white thighs was her pussy, completely smooth and shaved. Her pink inner lips hung out.

I went in and kissed her, while I slapped the stream of water out of the way without looking.

My hands began to explore her entire body. I grabbed her tits and squeezed her ass hard. I slapped her, but Megan didn't make a sound. She was totally hooked on my mouth, sucking. Well, if that's what she wanted...

I pulled away and placed my hand behind her ear. I took half a step back and didn't have to say a word. She started to lower herself, getting down on her knees, knowing exactly what I wanted from her.

Her hands moved up my legs to my cock. Her fingers were long and her nails were manicured. With her left hand, she grabbed my balls and placed the other at the base of my cock. She brought her mouth to the tip and took the head inside.

She started sucking hard, as if my cock were a straw and she were trying to suck all my cum out of it.

I put my hand behind her head and made a movement as if to fuck her mouth. She quickly lowered her hands and positioned herself. I put my other hand on her head too and started fucking her mouth.

She sucked, and the sounds she made turned me on so much. Little streams and jets of saliva shot out of the corners of her mouth.

I pressed her head against me to see how much she could take, and it wasn't as much as María.

Then I released her and she leaned back, her eyes teary, streams of saliva dripping down her chin.

"Come."

I grabbed her by the arm and led her to the sink. I positioned her there, with the mirror in front of her. She stuck her ass out, preparing it for me.

I knelt down and spread her buttocks, finding an almost white anus and her pink, soft pussy with its lips parted. I buried my face there. I ran my tongue over her pussy, tasting all of Megan's fluids. I sucked her clit briefly and she moaned.

I stood up.

"I don't have patience for this," I said.

I positioned myself, placing the tip of my cock right against her wet entrance. Then I looked at her through the mirror.

"Do it," she begged.

And I shoved it in. I shoved it deep inside her pussy. She was burning hot and completely soaked. She was pretty tight. I thrust against her ass, trying to get as deep as I could.

Then I slapped her ass. Megan moaned.

And I started to move. Fucking her against the sink. With every thrust of my hips, her ass cheeks moved, transmitting the motion upward, like when you throw a rock into a pond. The red mark from my hand was clearly visible on her white ass cheek.

Megan's pussy felt too good. I couldn't believe I was fucking her, that I was inside her.

My cock was in a totally liquid environment. I could see from above how the lips that had been hanging down were now hugging my cock, which was now covered in Megan's juices.

I looked at her in the mirror. She was a mess. Her hair was wet and tousled. Her eyes were red with tears running down her cheeks. Her chin was still shiny with saliva.

"Harder," she said, her blue eyes locked on mine.

I placed my hands on her waist and started fucking her with everything I had.

She seemed to run out of breath, take a deep breath, and expel it quickly in a moan, getting louder and louder.

"I'm cumming," she said. "I'm going to cum."

I could feel myself reaching the edge too. I could feel my balls filling up, ready to release everything.

"Cum with me," she said between muffled moans.

"Inside?"

"YES, YES," she screamed, "Inside me, I want your cum inside me."

This pushed me over the edge.

"I'm cumming," I said, losing control.

She began to tremble, moaning louder than before.

"Fill me, fill me with your cum."

I pressed myself against her ass, trying to keep my cock as deep as possible as I started to cum, releasing my semen inside her pussy.

She shook, trying to stay on her feet.

One more, and then another and another jet of semen shot inside her, filling her completely.

I moaned too, having an extremely intense orgasm, my brain exploding with pleasure.

The movements became erratic and slowed down until I finally stopped. My penis was still buried inside her pussy.

I bent forward, trying to find something to rest on. Megan's head, on the other hand, was completely resting on the sink.

We both tried to catch our breath. 

My penis was sensitive, but Megan's insides still felt great.

I decided to pull back and take my cock out of her pussy. I knelt quickly to watch the semen come out. It took a while. It didn't come out immediately, but soon a stream of semen ran down Megan's groin, seeking the floor.

She was still in the same position. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. I held her, as if we were hugging. She was totally high on endorphins. 

I stumbled her into the shower and turned on the water. This seemed to bring her back to reality a little. 

She lifted her head toward me and looked at me with her blue eyes.

"I think I'm in love," she said.

I smiled at her and gave her a deep, intimate kiss.

When we separated, I took the opportunity to wash quickly. When I opened my eyes after rinsing the soap from my head, I saw her with her legs spread and her head down, as if trying to see something.

She inserted two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out, looking at the liquid that now glistened on them.

"You came inside me, didn't you?" she said.

"Just like you asked."

"Ugh, I'm so stupid."

"Why?"

"I'm not on the pill, you shouldn't cum inside me."

That put me on alert.

"Then why did you tell me to do it?"

"Because I love it, I love the feeling. You felt so good that I couldn't resist."

"What are we going to do? It's not like I want to have children right now," I said seriously.

"I'll take the morning-after pill, don't worry... but next time, don't listen to me."

"Maybe next time I'll be the one who can't resist," I said with a smile, playing along.

She let out a sigh. Her eyes were half closed.

I put her under the water and washed her. She let me, without saying a word. When we finished, we got out and dried ourselves.

She looked in the mirror and her eyes widened.

"YOUR MOTHER!"

"Don't worry, she's asleep."

"She must have heard us, oh my God... I'm in trouble..."

I grabbed her face and kissed her.

"Don't worry, she's been sleeping so soundly lately that you couldn't wake her up with a cannon shot. You'll see, everything will be fine."

We left the bathroom covered only by towels and went to peek into my mother's room, where she was sleeping soundly in the same position.

"I think I'm going to try to sleep too," she said.

"You should. You have a long way home."

She put her hand on my chest and ran it down my abdomen, letting out a sigh of frustration. We kissed again and she went into my mother's room.

I gathered my things from the bathroom and went back to my room, where I took one of the best naps of my life.

Megan left a while later. We woke my mother, who was completely rested. Maybe I should make her sleep like that more often.

Megan left me a note on my desk with her phone number before she left. The phone number was accompanied by a heart.

This was incredible.

I still hadn't finished processing what had happened today. I had fucked my mother's best friend, a woman older than me, who was super hot and she even wanted more.

If there was any place in my head where there were still any doubts about using my powers for sex, that was no longer the case.

I decided to relax for the rest of the afternoon playing on the computer. In the evening, my mother cooked dinner, clearly revitalized after the day.

"Thank you so much for today, honey. It was great to spend a day with my favorite people," she said as we ate dinner.

"I hope I'm number one on your list," I replied with a wink.

I went to bed early. I wasn't too tired, but I discovered that I could apply the orders to myself, to sleep when I wanted to. Tomorrow I had to get up early.

I had an interesting week ahead of me. Tomorrow I would visit the university, and I had made a decision. I wanted to experiment a little more with sex.

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The bus was already reaching the end of the line. To get to campus every day, I had to take the train and then a bus.

The atmosphere on campus was very summery. Most of the students were finishing their classes. My classmates, in particular, would be finishing on Friday. I didn't plan on coming back to university, at least not for now.

One thing I did like about campus was that I saw a lot of different people I didn't usually see in town.

I was also wearing my new clothes. I felt like I was attracting more attention than before.

I went to the first class of the day but didn't go in. From outside, through the small circular window in the door, I accessed the professor's mind and forced him to give me an A in the class and never question why he had done so.

From there, I went to the teachers' offices. One by one, I visited each office, making sure that I would pass the course with the best grades.

I know, it was pointless. Why did I want to pass if I wasn't going to continue studying? And if I wanted to study, I didn't need good grades. Besides, a college degree was of little use to me right now. The answer is that I did it because I could.

There was one teacher I couldn't find. I didn't worry because I had class with him in half an hour.

I killed some time by having lunch. I didn't pay for this meal either.

I felt a little strange eating lunch alone in the cafeteria, while everyone else was sitting in groups and laughing, but I tried not to let it bother me. 

I took the opportunity to hand out the Model Citizen package V.1 to people. 

By the way, the area of effect was growing. I don't know if it was because of using it or because of the passing of time, but it was increasing.

I decided to go to what might be the last class I would attend in years... or in my entire life. It seemed like some kind of absurd ceremony, as if I needed to say goodbye for the last time to a world I no longer belonged to. It was more of a whim than anything else. I wasn't there to learn anything anymore.

The classroom was full. Almost all the seats were taken. The same mix of familiar faces, others forgotten, a few irrelevant ones. Some looked at me as I entered with that automatic gesture of social evaluation. I just smiled.

The teacher began to speak in his usual, somewhat monotonous voice, reviewing the progress of the course. What we had learned, the topics that remained, the structure of the final exam... Words that meant nothing to me.

My mind was elsewhere. I wanted to have some fun.

I started selecting targets.

First, I made the guy in the front row, the teacher's ass-kisser who always raised his hand before the teacher had finished speaking, let out a huge burp. Loud, wet, impossible to hide. The classroom erupted in laughter and he blushed like a tomato.

Then the girl two rows behind started laughing uncontrollably without knowing why. Her friend next to her tried to calm her down, but then she completely forgot how to speak. She could only make strange noises, like an animal.

It was wonderful.

The teacher, confused, tried to maintain control:

"Please, quiet... this isn't a circus..."

So I made him see for a few seconds that he was completely naked. Only he could see it, of course. He looked at his hands, looked down at his chest, turned pale, and staggered. He grabbed the lectern, swallowing hard.

"Are you okay, teacher?" someone asked.

"Yes... yes, sorry," he muttered. His voice was a whisper of embarrassment.

I enjoyed every second. It was like having a video game open with all the cheats unlocked. Little sparks of chaos among people who had no idea I was pulling the strings.

I shifted my attention to a couple in the back. I made her feel an uncontrollable desire for him for 10 seconds. Then I cut the effect off abruptly. He, surprised by her sudden attitude, tried to play along, but she didn't want to anymore. Confusion. Rejection. Embarrassment.

I kept this up for a while, making little jokes, creating micro-chaos, disrupting normality like a child with a magnifying glass in the sun. No one suspected anything. No one could.

After a while, I decided that was enough. 

I was thinking about leaving when I noticed someone a few rows behind me.

She was a girl I only shared a few classes with.

She exuded a fresh, cheerful, and authentic energy. She had very fair, soft, and clear skin, which stood out against her long, straight, dark hair, a deep black that gave her a gothic or alternative look. Her face was long and youthful, with soft cheekbones and a delicate jawline.

Her eyes were large, light gray, very expressive, and bright. They were framed by well-defined, arched eyebrows and subtle but effective makeup that highlighted the almond shape of her eyes, especially the eyeliner.

Her expression was marked by a broad, genuine smile, showing confidence and friendliness, with visible dimples that accentuated her natural attractiveness.

She was wearing a white tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipple piercings were visible through the fabric. Her breasts were small but perky. 

From where I was sitting, I couldn't see the rest of her clothes.

I thought that since I was here... I might as well take advantage of it.

With my gaze forward, I extended my domain, accessed her mind, and did a little freestyle.

First, I added false memories about her having had a crush on me since she first saw me.

I also added the desire to have sex with me, as well as the fetish of having sex in college.

I added the condition that contact with my skin would give her great sexual pleasure.

I greatly increased the ease with which she would reach orgasm and the pleasure she would feel.

Finally, I added the notion that today would be the last day she would be able to see me and greatly increased her sexual arousal.

Good. The work was done.

I turned around discreetly to look at her, and she was also staring at me.

Then the guy next to her grabbed her hand and whispered something in her ear. She looked away and whispered back, as if to reassure him.

Interesting.

I accessed her mind and added one more thing.

The fetish of cheating on her boyfriend.

Then she looked back at me and smiled. I smiled back at her. I got up, apologizing to no one for stepping on their feet, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, I glanced back at her. I could see her starting to move as well.

I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the stairs leading to the second floor so she could see where I was going. When she left the classroom, she looked for me in the hallway and, when she saw me, she smiled and started walking towards me.

She was wearing a black miniskirt and black ankle boots. She looked delicious with her hair flowing as she moved.

I went up the stairs and walked to the disability toilet at the end. I don't know who had thought of putting a disability toilet there, but it was always clean and I had never seen anyone there before.

When I reached the door, she was already heading towards me.

I went in, and ten seconds later she followed me.

"Hi," she said shyly.

I responded by moving closer and kissing her. Her hair smelled wonderful and her mouth tasted like gum.

I pulled away for a second and locked the door.

She smiled at me and kissed me again. Her tongue was soft, she ran it over mine delicately, shyly.

"We have to be quick," she said.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the sink.

I grabbed her tank top and lifted it up, revealing her two small breasts. Her nipples were pink, pierced with two metal studs. I had never seen pierced breasts before and had to take one into my mouth to try it.

She let out a moan. Her nipples tasted like rust.

I kissed her again and caressed her thighs. They were thin but soft, pale white.

I moved my hands up until I found the elastic of her thong and pulled it down. I lifted her black mini skirt and found a completely shaved pussy except for a thin vertical line of dark hair. I thought it was very sexy.

I pulled down my pants and took out my hard cock. When I brought it close to her pussy, she put a hand on my chest.

"Condom?"

"I don't have one," I replied.

"Shit," she said, "I forgot to bring one in the rush."

"It's okay, I'm clean."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise," I said sincerely, although I wasn't really sure.

She seemed to think about it, hesitating.

"Okay, but you can't cum inside me," she warned me.

I kissed her and in the middle of the kiss, I lined my cock up with her wet entrance.

Despite how wet she was, it took me a while to get it in. She was a slim girl and her pussy was tight. Little by little, trying not to hurt her, I kept pushing until I was all the way in.

I grabbed both her legs below the knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and, without stopping kissing, I started pumping.

She sucked my lips, sucked my mouth, and meanwhile I tried not to cum in that tight pussy that was doing everything it could to get my cum.

Then, suddenly, she opened her mouth, threw her head back slightly, and rolled her eyes back. This girl was coming. I had barely fucked her for a few seconds. I didn't even know her name, and she was coming on my dick.

I almost lost control, but I quickly gave myself an order to avoid coming.

I pulled my penis out of her, could hear the sound of fluids separating, and lowered her to the floor. I grabbed her hair and pushed her against the wall. She moaned, letting me do whatever I wanted with her. I squeezed her ass with my other hand and then pushed back inside her, grateful to be back inside her hot pussy.

I fucked her hard against the wall. I saw that the girl was coming again and had to hold her up so she wouldn't fall to the floor. I kept fucking her, bringing her to a third orgasm.

I felt the pressure building up, but I couldn't cum because of the self-imposed rule, until it got to a point where it was unbearable, I needed to bust.

"I'm going to cum."

"In my mouth, in my mouth," she said, "In my mouth, please."

I broke the order that was stopping me from coming. I pulled my cock out of her and she moved quickly, falling to her knees beside me. She put her mouth on the tip of my cock, sucking, and continued to masturbate me with her hand.

I couldn't take it anymore and came. I released everything into her mouth. I felt her tongue moving, licking my glans. My semen now flooded her mouth. She stayed in that position until not a single drop came out.

Then she opened her mouth and showed me inside, full of white semen. She stood up and spat it into the sink. She turned on the tap and began to rinse her mouth.

I was feeling dizzy but recovering, more or less.

"Bad taste?" I asked her.

She looked up and answered me.

"The usual."

I made a mental note to add something to the Lover package.

I pulled my pants back up and she finished rinsing her mouth. I leaned in and kissed her again. Her mouth was hot. I tugged on one of her nipples.

She pulled away and started getting dressed.

"That was amazing," she said. "I've never come like that before. My boyfriend rarely makes me come."

"It was a pleasure," I said, smiling.

"I've wanted to do this since we started the course, you know?"

"I know, me too... By the way, what's your name?"

"Alexa," she said, "I already know yours."

Once she pulled up her thong, we kissed again.

"We have to go back, my boyfriend will be wondering where I've gone... Please, can you keep this a secret?" 

"Of course, Alexa."

"Great," she said with a mischievous smile. "I'm going to class then. Wait a little while before you go back so it's not so obvious."

"Sure."

She opened the door and left.

I extended my domain and quickly accessed her mind while she was still within reach. I deleted all the commands I had imposed on her and added another:

*You'll be satisfied with what we just did and you'll never regret it. You'll see it as a crazy experience from your college days.*

Then I left the restroom, but instead of going back to class, I left the campus. 

I went shopping. I bought more clothes. This time I went to expensive, luxury stores. I say "bought," but I didn't actually pay a dollar.

I stopped to eat at a restaurant that looked good. I ordered the three most expensive dishes they had and ate a little of each, without finishing them.

I took the opportunity to get my hair cut at a barber shop, the barber suddenly giving me top priority.

After the haircut, I went back to the shops, but this time to the women's shops. I wasn't going to forget my mother this time. 

I chose several things.

A bag from her favorite brand, a good pair of sunglasses since the ones she had were ugly plastic ones, and a black silk nightgown so she could throw away that old T-shirt she was wearing.

I also thought about going to a jewelry store, but I was already carrying too much.

When it was time to go home, I realized I couldn't take the bus or train with all my bags. They were heavy and I was going to sweat a lot, they could get ruined... And after all, superpowers are there to be used, right?

I hailed a taxi and made the driver take me home for free.

That trip would have cost me much more money than everything I ever had. But that was no longer a problem.

That night, when I heard my mother coming up the stairs, I had to make another decision. How was I going to keep my mother from reacting badly to the new clothes?

I decided to repeat the raffle trick.

"Look at that, my boy is so lucky!"

I felt a little bad for using my powers on her, but it passed when I gave her her gifts. She loved every single one of them. She went to her room and came back wearing the nightgown, sunglasses on her face, and the bag over her shoulder.

"Ta-da!"

Everything looked spectacular on her, she was very pretty. The nightgown highlighted her curves and luckily she was still wearing her bra. Although the nightgown was a little short, it made me feel something strange strange. 

"I'm glad you like it, Mom."

"You're the best, honey."

"I know," I said. "By the way, I don't have class tomorrow."

"Oh, really?"

"This week's classes are review classes, and I did well, so I don't need to go."

She seemed to think about it for a moment...

"Okay, what are you going to do with your time?"

"I'm sure I'll think of something."

When I looked in the mirror before taking a shower, I liked what I saw. My new haircut suited me. Together with my new clothes, I felt more confident and my self-esteem was higher.

That night I went to bed happy and content, looking forward to starting a new day.

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I was losing myself inside that pussy. I looked down and saw the fat dark lips, covered with short hair, swallowing my cock and making it disappear.

I lowered my head and began to suck one of her brown nipples. Then I moved up to kiss Maria, who came for the fifth time. She screamed as the pleasure coursed through her body.

"Oh, baby, I want your cum inside me," she begged.

Her face was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her black hair was tousled, scattered across the pillow.

"I want your cum, baby, give it to me."

I had managed to hold out decently until now without using my powers, but Maria's words were finishing me off.

"Ask me, Maria, ask me to cum inside you."

"YES, YES, YES," she screamed. "Cum inside me, fill me up, baby."

I couldn't take it anymore. I held her with all my strength, trying to bury myself as deep as possible in her pussy, just as I was discovering I liked to do. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I managed to say.

I felt my penis spasm as a huge amount of semen flooded the depths of her pussy. She screamed as she felt my hot semen.

When I finished feeling my orgasm, we kissed. We stayed in that position for a while. With my penis inside her, preventing my semen from escaping, while we kissed.

After a while, I noticed that my penis was getting soft, and I decided to sit up to pull out. I did it slowly, enjoying the sight I loved so much of my cum gushing out of her pussy.

"That was so good, baby."

We lay there for a while, next to each other. Then we showered together. We played around a little, but it was just a shower. She stayed behind to do some chores before going to the café, and I went back home.

That morning when I woke up, I noticed that my mother had already left for work. I also noticed that Maria was still at home. And I owed her a visit, didn't I? I just couldn’t resist…

I headed to my mother's car. Luckily, Mom was walking to school and she wouldn't need it until the afternoon.

My destination was pretty clear. The hill with the most expensive houses in the area. I was looking for people with a lot of money.

On the way, I was thinking. I could just take any house I wanted, but I would have to manipulate my mother quite a bit to do so, and I wanted to avoid that as much as possible for now. So I decided on another strategy.

When I got to the expensive area, the change was immediately noticeable.

Driving through that area always gave me a strange feeling. It wasn't that it was particularly beautiful, but there was something imposing about the way the houses were built: large gates, security cameras, perfectly manicured but deserted gardens. It was as if the whole place was pretending to be alive when in fact it was empty.

I drove past several mansions. Some had freshly mowed lawns, others showed signs of neglect. Most of the blinds were down, with no cars in the garages. Many of these houses were second homes for people who only came in the summer or on vacation. Others belonged to businesspeople who lived in the capital but kept a kind of weekend retreat here. In the end, it all seemed more like a movie set than a neighborhood.

I slowed down on a particularly quiet street, with trees on both sides forming a kind of green tunnel. 

Then I noticed movement. I braked in the middle of the street.

A delivery truck was parked in front of one of the most impressive wooden mansions in the area. The delivery man was standing in front of the gate, waiting for a blonde woman to sign the receipt on the other side. 

Even from a distance, I could see that this was no ordinary woman.

She had an oval face with sharp features and clear, smooth, well-cared-for skin. Her eyes were large and expressive, the color of ice, framed by dark makeup that emphasized her deep gaze. Her lips were full and well-defined. She wasn't smiling; she was serious and imposing. 

She had long blonde hair, styled with volume and falling naturally over her shoulders. Her hair had a golden tone that contrasted with her makeup, giving her a striking appearance. 

She wore a long-sleeved white dress, fitted to her body, with a plunging neckline that highlighted her voluptuous figure. She wore a pearl necklace around her neck. 

Overall, her appearance reflected a mature, attractive, and self-confident woman with a style that blended provocative elegance with a touch of glamour.

I tried to guess her age and figured she was around 50 although she could pass for a younger woman.

I switched into work mode. That woman was exactly what I was looking for. She reeked of money, and I was sure she was the owner of the mansion.

The delivery man said goodbye, got into his truck, and drove off. The woman started walking toward the house.

I accelerated and quickly parked the car where the truck had been. In front of the gate. The woman was already halfway to the house when she heard the car. She turned around, surprised by the unexpected vehicle and stood there watching me.

There was no one else there but us, and I thought she was probably a bit scared.

I quickly accessed her mind and imposed the following rule:

*You will trust me completely. You will feel totally comfortable in my presence. You will perceive me as a unique person, different from anyone else you have ever met in your life.*

Instantly, I could sense her body language relax. I quickly added another rule.

*You will feel good when you hear me speak*

Now I got out of the car. The car was old, but I was well dressed in my best clothes. I hoped to make a good impression.

"Good morning, ma'am," I said with a smile.

She paused for a second, but then started walking toward the gate again. As she approached, I studied her again.

The woman had a striking presence and a confident, seductive energy. Her posture was upright and powerful. She was almost as tall as me.

Totally delicious. 

"Do we know each other?" she asked me.

"I haven't had the pleasure, ma'am. May I ask your name?"

"Amelia."

"Nice to meet you, Amelia," I said, adding another smile. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about regarding this beautiful house that I think could be very beneficial to both of us. Would you open the gate so we can talk face to face?"

She thought about it for a second. Then she raised the remote control she was holding and the gate began to slide open.

"Go ahead, but I warn you, I'm in a hurry."

"Why are you in a hurry?"

"I have to get back to the city soon. I only came here to do some arrangements," she said.

For a moment, she seemed surprised at revealing that information.

"But the house is yours, isn't it?"

"It is. Mine and my husband's," she said. 

I noticed the ring on her hand. A beautiful stone adorned her finger.

"Although, to be honest, we don't come here much anymore," she added.

Perfect.

"That's exactly why I'm here. You see, my mother is an excellent person. She's kind, intelligent, hardworking, but most importantly, she's trustworthy."

I could see that she had my full attention. My powers were working perfectly, as expected. I sent another command:

*Feel as much empathy as possible for me and my mother*

"My mother currently has a very bad job. She works long hours and is paid little money. I hardly ever see her," I said with a sad expression.

She remained serious, but I thought I saw her gaze soften, those blue eyes losing their coldness despite being the color of ice. 

"These houses require a lot of work, don't they? Even when they're empty, they need maintenance and care, and that can be provided by gardeners, plumbers... but there's something they can't provide, and that's trust."

She nodded in complete agreement. It was almost comical.

Oh, how I loved these games.

"My mother is exactly the kind of person worthy of that trust. She's discreet, responsible, careful, and committed. The perfect person to take care of the property so you never have to give it another thought."

She nodded again.

"Not to mention that a house that's looked after is less likely to get burgled."

"So what exactly do you suggest?" she said, interested.

"Hire my mother as general supervisor. She can coordinate the contractors, make sure everything is in order, and have the house perfectly ready for your return."

"Does your mother know you're looking for a job for her? Are you sure she'd be interested?"

"I'm absolutely sure she's interested. And we really need it. She just needs a chance and someone to give her the place she deserves," I said, giving her puppy dog eyes.

She seemed moved.

"What a good son you are. I wish mine had been like that..."

Silence. Then she took her phone out of her pocket.

"Let's give it a try. Give me her number, I'll call her right now."

I gave her my mother's number, satisfied with my victory. Amelia stepped aside and dialed. Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to make a few more adjustments to her:

*Now you see that you need someone for this position and you'll only accept my mother. Plus, you'll want her to start as soon as possible*

*You'll let her decide the hours she wants to work based on how much work she thinks there is*

*You consider my mother's work to be of the highest value and will compensate her financially as such*

*You will like my mother very much. She will convey confidence, security, and well-being, and you will place your complete trust in her. If she makes a mistake, you will always see it from her point of view.*

*You will let my mother know how I convinced you and what an excellent son she has*

That last one was a bonus. I had just created the perfect boss.

When she returned, she was smiling. It was the first time I had seen her smile. It was broad and bright, naturally attractive.

"I spoke to her. She'll be here this afternoon. I thought she was lovely. And by the way, you'll have to forgive me, but I had to tell her what a charming son she has and how hard he fought for his mother."

I smiled with apparent pride, but there was a hint of mockery underneath.

"Thank you, really."

"Don't thank me yet, I have to meet her in person and see how it goes, but I have a feeling everything is going to be great."

"We were lucky to run into each other today, weren't we?"

"Absolutely," she said with a smile.

"By the way, you said you were in a hurry. I'm not getting you into trouble, am I, Amelia?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, sweetheart, I was just trying to get you to leave. The truth is, I'm on my way back from spending a few days at a friend's house and I stopped here to run some errands and pick up some packages."

"You said you don't come here much anymore? Your husband and you, I mean..." I said, looking for more information. 

"That's right. When the kids were younger, we did spend more time at the lake house, but now that they've moved out, we're lucky if they come to our old house in the city to see us... And my husband prefers to go to the beach house for vacation lately."

"Wow, you must have really good jobs then."

She smiled, somewhat arrogantly. I found this reaction strange. I assumed it was because she saw me as someone unique, perhaps she was trying to establish her status above mine.

"We own several companies, although most of the work is done by my husband. I'm more involved in human relations..."

Okay. They were loaded, perfect.

"Would you show me around the house while we wait, Amelia?"

"Sure."

And in that moment, I installed the Lover package.

Amelia opened a side door and invited me in. Inside, the house was not what one would imagine when hearing the word "mansion." Perhaps I exaggerated by using that word. It was more of a large, warm house, designed for quiet getaways, with wood as the main feature in the ceilings and floors, and the subtle scent of resin floating in the air. Everything seemed to be where it should be, without excessive luxury, but tastefully done.

We walked through the main living room, which was spacious and cozy, with high ceilings and large windows that framed the lake as if it were a living painting. On one side was a stone fireplace. Above it were family photos and travel souvenirs.

I whistled.

"I love it, it's beautiful."

"I know. You know you can come visit your mother while she's working. There's a pool in the back."

"Oh, thank you, Amelia."

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

I went over to the photos.

"There aren't many recent photos, are there?"

"Well, it's been hard to get everyone together lately."

"I'm sorry to hear that... Do you feel lonely, Amelia?"

She rested her hand on the fireplace.

"I have to admit that sometimes I do. Family isn't what it used to be," she said, trying to smile but with obvious sadness.

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said, placing my hand on hers.

Amelia looked at my hand and then at me. She offered me a shy smile. We decided to continue the tour.

She walked ahead, the rhythm of her heels on the wood accompanying us. Her step was sure but there was a bit of anxiety. I followed her in silence, watching the movement of her hips. That white dress enhanced her figure and left little to the imagination...

We climbed the polished wooden stairs, which creaked slightly under our feet. Upstairs, the rooms were spacious, decorated in light colors and soft fabrics, designed for rest, for escaping the world.

On the back, where the pool was located, the forest seemed to embrace the house. All you could hear was the wind and a distant bird. From there you could see the lake, still and sparkling under the midday sun. There was peace.

Amelia turned to me briefly, as if to check if I felt what she was feeling. She said nothing. 

We continued the tour in silence, as if walking through that house was in itself a form of conversation. And in a way, it was.

We climbed the stairs to the second and top floor. We went through the rooms.

There was peace, but there was also tension. It had built up at some point and taken hold of me unexpectedly.

I could feel the nerves in my heartbeat. The anticipation in my stomach. If I was like this, I could imagine Amelia was in a similar state.

We reached the guest room, which was twice the size of the others. It had two double beds and was designed to accommodate many people at once.

"It used to be a storage room, and we converted it during a time when we were hosting a lot of guests."

We walked over to the window. We were both very relaxed but also a bit nervous.

"You know, there's something strange about you," she said.

"Strange in a good way or a bad way?" I said with a smile.

She let out a small, sincere laugh.

"Strange in a good way. Different. It's like you know more than you let on..."

Amelia took a small step forward and continued.

"I feel very comfortable with you, as if I've known you forever... I feel a connection... It's happened to me very few times," she said.

I reached out and took her hand. The moment our hands touched, I sent a strong surge of sexual excitement through her. Then I looked into her eyes.

"I feel the connection too, Amelia."

Those blue eyes sparkled and her gaze shifted between my right and left eyes, as if trying to find a hidden truth.

I moved a little closer to her. We could both feel each other's breath.

"Amelia... I know what you're feeling."

She took a deep breath, as if trying to maintain her composure. I sent another surge of excitement to her.

"It can be our secret, it can stay here," I said, looking her in the eyes.

She was torn, clearly struggling inside. What she knew she should do versus what she really felt.

But she couldn't hold her breath forever, and when she let it out, her doubts came out too.

Then she came closer and we met halfway, melting into a kiss. It was a brief, tongue-less kiss, and when we pulled apart, I saw hunger in her eyes.

I grabbed her waist and pressed her against me. The white dress she was wearing was made of thin fabric, and I could feel her whole body underneath. Her huge tits pressed against my chest... She could probably feel my hard cock suffocating between our bodies too.

She let out a small moan of surprise as she felt all those sensations in her body. Then we kissed again, this time more boldly. Our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to explore each other. I bit her full lips and she sucked on mine.

Amelia kissed me with a certain desperation. As if I were about to disappear suddenly.

I became more daring and moved my hands down to her ass. I grabbed it over her dress and squeezed her buttocks.

Amelia was older than my mother, but she still had a stunning body.

I broke away from her lips and moved down to her neck, kissing her passionately, loving the reaction it had on Amelia.

We joined our mouths again, and this time my hand moved up until it reached her chest. I quickly noticed that she was wearing a lace bra underneath. I also noticed the size of those breasts.

She was still in a trance, letting our tongues explore each other, letting herself go.

Then I pulled away and she looked at me, confused. There was a hint of doubt and fear, thinking that maybe I wanted to stop.

I raised my arms, smiling, and she smiled back. She grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and lifted it up, exposing my chest.

She clearly liked what she saw, her hands traveling directly to my pecs and down to my sides as we kissed. 

I, for my part, thought it was my turn. I placed my hands on her waist and slowly began to pull her dress up, revealing her thighs and buttocks. Once I had done that, I put my hands back on her ass. Her panties were also lace. With this new freedom, I fondled her buttocks, squeezing and spreading them, which made Amelia moan.

I wanted to take off her panties right then and there, but I felt that Amelia was a woman who liked to follow an order when doing things.

I decided, without her noticing, to let my pants fall to the floor. When I pressed my body against hers again, a moan tried to escape her lips, but it was captured by my mouth and died there.

I ran my hands up her back and unzipped her dress. She lowered her arms and let it fall to the floor.

I finally looked at her body without the dress. She was wearing a white bra and panties. Her two breasts were huge and it seemed that the bra could do little to contain them. The pearl necklace still hung around her neck. Her abdomen was not flat but radiated an indescribable naturalness and sensuality. I was eager to see her from behind.

Then she lifted my chin and forced me to look her in the eyes.

"Don't look," she said. "I know it's not the best in the world, but..."

I kissed her to silence her. 

"Look."

I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my underwear. She grabbed the throbbing shape instantly and bit her lip. Then I moved her hand to the stain of pre-cum that had soaked half of my underwear.

"Believe me, Amelia, you're beautiful," I said, knowing she would believe me completely because of the commands I had given her earlier. 

"And I can't describe how much I want to fuck you," I said, laughing.

She smiled and we kissed again. With a quick movement, I unhooked her bra, which she quickly let fall to the floor. 

I could finally enjoy her bare breasts, pressed against my chest, soft. My cock was so hard I felt like I was going to explode.

Stopped kissing so I could take a look. Her tits were firm and round, sitting nicely in place. Her nipples were dark pink and pronounced. 

I took her hand and guided her to one of the beds. The midday light bathed one of the corners.

I pushed her gently so she would lie down. I lay down on top of her, kissing her, and started to move down. Slowly. Down her neck, down her chest. I enjoyed her two nipples, licking them slowly. I moved down her belly until I reached her panties and pressed my nose against them, breathing in all her scents. Amelia looked at me pleadingly, like a wounded animal.

Then I grabbed the panties and pulled them down. Amelia stretched out her two beautiful legs, allowing me to take her underwear off and leave her completely naked.

When the panties passed her feet, Amelia made a movement that almost killed me. 

Slowly, she spread her legs, gradually revealing her pussy to me, her knees bent and completely open and ready for me.

Amelia had hair, quite a lot, but not in a wild way. It was long but naturally beautiful, growing where it should. It was straw-colored, much lighter than anything I had ever seen before. I could see the pink hiding inside.

*The touch of my tongue anywhere on your body will give you pleasure. The more sensitive the area, the greater the effect.*

Then I got down on my knees and buried my face there, savoring it completely. Those flavors and aromas almost made me lose my mind. I ran my tongue from bottom to top all over her pussy and then did it in the opposite direction. Amelia moaned uncontrollably. Then I attacked her clitoris, caressing it first with my tongue gently and then with firm, circular movements. It only took Amelia a few seconds to come and have her first orgasm. She held my head with her hands while her chest rose from the bed, trying to catch her breath and screaming with pleasure.

I went back down to her vagina, wanting to taste the sweet flavor of her orgasm.

"Stop, stop," she said, "Too much."

I got up and wiped my face with my arm. I took off my underwear and Amelia opened her eyes, looking at my cock with desire.

She sat up and took my member in her mouth. She took it deep, though not completely, and then let it out. She spat on it and began to use both hands to masturbate me while using her mouth on the tip. Her wedding ring still glistened on her hand.

She kept applying saliva throughout the process, and I was there defenseless, receiving the full assault.

I looked down, unable to believe it. That elegant woman was giving me the blowjob of my life. I had to use all my powers not to cum in front of her, especially when she increased the speed.

"I want to fuck you," I said.

She stopped sucking me and looked up at me from below, smiling.

"Well, fuck me then."

I grabbed her arm and forced her to stand up.

"Come."

She let herself be guided, lying down on the bed on her back. I positioned myself between her legs, her whole body at my disposal.

With no patience left, I lined my cock up with her entrance and thrust it all the way in, falling on top of her. It went in without any difficulty. She was completely soaked, waiting for me. Amelia moaned with pleasure when she finally felt me inside her.

"Oh God," she exclaimed, grabbing my face with her hands and kissing me passionately. "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

I pulled out, leaving only the tip inside, and then pushed it back in as deep as I could. And I did it again. Every time I thrust into her, Amelia's mouth fell open, gasping for air. The next time, she started to come, rolling her eyes back, but I didn't change the rhythm until she was done.

Then I got up on my knees so I could see her pussy while I fucked her. I enjoyed watching my cock disappear inside her pussy. I pushed her hair aside with one hand to get a better look at her fat pussy lips, to see how her pink insides stuck to my cock and covered it with her juices.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and positioned myself so that her ass was slightly raised, separating it from the mattress. And then I started fucking her hard.

I increased the speed and force, and Amelia quickly had another orgasm, arching her back and screaming loudly.

"Yes, YES!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I pushed her legs against her. I looked at her pussy, now tight between her legs with my cock sliding in and out of it, her lips swollen.

I changed. 

I pulled out my cock and let go of her legs, and she fell silent like a rag doll on the bed. I looked at my penis, covered in white fluid from her orgasms. The smell of sex coming from our genitals was very strong, and when I breathed deeply, I felt revitalized.

I approached Amelia, who was lying on her side, and spanked her ass.

"Get on all fours."

She obeyed as best she could; she was reaching her physical limit. I just wanted to see her in this position.

She positioned herself at the edge of the bed, and I stood on the floor and paused for a moment to contemplate the image.

"Oh God, what a body, Amelia, you're so hot."

She let out a moan.

"Let me fuck you a little more like this and then I'll give you something you'll never forget. Can you do that for me? Can you hold on a little longer?"

I said this while rubbing my dick against her pussy.

She looked at me from in front, her eyes shining, her makeup smudged.

"Uh-huh," she whispered softly.

I rubbed her clit with the tip of my cock and then aimed it inside Amelia and pushed.

I felt her pussy contract, squeezing my cock, trying to get my cum, but my powers were still active.

I placed a hand on each buttock and fucked her at a steady pace, not fast. That angle stimulated my cock in a different way. She had an amazing ass, but I was looking at her anus, surrounded by a little hair. I let my saliva drip directly onto it and spread it with my thumb. I tried applying some pressure to see if my finger could enter her ass, and it seemed like it could.

"No, no," I heard Amelia say.

So I pulled my cock out and pushed her ass to one side to turn her around.

"Get in the middle of the bed," I told her. 

And I watched as she slowly got into position. Her body was clearly at its limit. Maybe what I was about to do was too much.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs again. I inserted my penis into her and lay down on top of Amelia, hugging her, our bodies completely pressed together, united. 

Then I kissed her, and as I did, I accessed her mind and imposed a command I had used before: 

*When you feel my semen inside your pussy, you will have the biggest and most pleasurable orgasm of your life*

Honestly, I hoped I wouldn't kill her with this.

I started moving my hips. Her pussy continued to accept me easily, and I kept sucking her tongue. I started to increase the pace.

I had noticed that Amelia liked to be helpful, to give to others, despite all that ice queen mask she liked to show. She had a lot of love inside her to give, and I was appealing to that.

I pulled our lips apart.

"Amelia"

"Uh-huh"

"Look at me."

She opened her eyes, a tear falling from one of them.

"I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Would you let me cum inside you?"

Her eyes filled with tears. She brought her hand to her mouth and simply nodded.

I hugged her in gratitude and repositioned my hips. Now the range of motion was greater, and I could reach her deepest parts.

I let go of the self-imposed command not to come; I no longer cared if it happened, and I continued fucking her at a fast pace.

I moved while kissing her neck and she held me tight.

"Amelia, I'm going to cum inside you."

She took my face in her hands and looked at me, tears mixed with makeup running down her face. Unable to say a word.

"Amelia, I'm coming... I'm coming inside you, Amelia," I said.

And then I thrust my cock as deep as I could and came inside her. The orgasm was so strong that my vision blurred. My penis kept releasing what felt like liters and liters of semen inside her. 

Amelia convulsed, her mouth open, her eyes rolled back, not breathing. For a moment I thought I had broken her, but then she came to and took a huge breath, like a dead person coming back to life, and she screamed, screamed with pleasure like she had never screamed before.

I almost blacked out.

When I came to my senses, I was leaning on my elbows so as not to crush her. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her and she kissed me back weakly. My cock was still buried inside her, but it was softening and losing strength, and I felt as if her pussy was strangling it.

"I'm going to pull it out, okay?"

She nodded. Her eyes were still closed.

I sat up and pulled back, pulling my penis out of her. Then the mixture of my semen and her fluids flowed out and got caught in her hair.

She lay with her arms and legs stretched out on the bed, like when there's a dramatic death in the movies.

Oh, what a beautiful sight, I wish I could record it in my mind.

I lay down beside her and breathed.

I deleted the "strongest orgasm of her life" rule just in case.

I decided that today or tomorrow I would redo the order packages. Clearly, there were improvements to be made.

What silence and peace there was in that house.

Amelia was completely out cold, so I decided to get some sleep too.

I woke up after a while. I must have slept for quite a long time because I was hungry.

Amelia was still sleeping next to me but had changed position; now she was lying on her side.

I peeked over to look at her pussy again. Yes, I know, I'm a pervert. The mixture of fluids had dried and there were hairs stuck together. Delicious.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"Amelia"

Another kiss.

"Amelia"

She grunted.

"We have to go, my mother will be here soon."

She grunted again.

I looked for the nearest bathroom and took a quick shower. I didn't want my mother to smell sex on me, if that was even possible.

When I got out of the shower, Amelia had already gotten up. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was no better. It was as if she had cried black tears.

"What time is it?"

"Time to shower and eat something. Should I order pizza?" I replied.

She grunted.

"Okay," she said.

She stood up and did some strange stretches.

"I won't be able to move tomorrow."

I winked at her as I called a pizza place in town.

Amelia gave me the address of the mansion before heading to the shower.

After ordering the pizzas, I tidied up the room a bit, making the bed and putting our clothes on top of it.

Then I went to the bathroom where Amelia was showering and sat on the toilet to watch her shower.

She looked at me in disbelief, with a hint of suspicion.

"Are you human?"

She asked me, and I laughed out loud.

"Was it that good?"

She snorted. Now, in our new intimacy, she behaved more naturally than before.

"I feel 20 years younger," she said as she rubbed her crotch with the soapy, foamy sponge. Then she started laughing.

"You really made sure your mother got the job, didn't you?"

I burst out laughing.

"I'm a devoted son, what can I say..." I said with a smile.

"By the way, Amelia," I continued, "are you taking the pill?"

"You don't have to worry about that with me, I can't have children anymore," she said, and I decided not to pry any further, although it did turn me on a little. Cumming inside her was probably my favorite thing I have ever done.

We stood there in silence for a while as she finished showering. When she got out of the shower, I walked over with the towel and started drying her off.

"Thanks," she said in a very sincere tone, and I got the impression she wasn't referring to the towel.

I simply kissed her intimately and we hugged, naked and clean.

Oh, the feel of her breasts and her nipples hard from the shower made me hard again. She looked so natural, so sexy… If I hadn’t fucked Maria that morning, Amelia would be getting it again right away.

Amelia noticed but didn't say anything, she just laughed and tapped me on the tip with her finger.

After that, Amelia finished getting ready again. She did her hair and put on new makeup. Then we ate the pizza and chatted.

We talked a lot, getting to know each other better. She emphasized several times how I had made her feel and how incredible it had been.

"I think I'd rather your mother didn't find out. Or anyone, really. Remember, I'm married with a husband and two sons," she said in a serious tone. She was probably in quite a conflict right now. I made a mental note for the new packages.

"Yes," I said, "Don't worry about it, no one will find out."

"Thanks, sweetheart," she replied.

Although something about it didn't quite sit right with me. Part of me wanted Amelia to be mine forever.

Finally, the time came to meet my mother. I had to leave Amelia at the mansion to go to the village and bring her back to the mansion since I was the one with my mother's car.

The meeting went as you can imagine, with all the rules I had imposed on Amelia... 

My mother didn't seem to believe it, and Amelia kept reminding her that it was all thanks to her incredible son.

We walked around the house and she defined the tasks, resolved any doubts, agreed on schedules, exchanged information, and so on and so forth to the point that I almost took another nap in the hammocks by the pool.

It got late and we said goodbye to Amelia. Our farewell was cordial since my mother was there, but it was all in our eyes.

I had loved Amelia. I wanted to repeat this many more times if possible.

As soon as we got in the car and turned the corner, my mother slammed on the brakes and, pointing at me, said seriously:

"What the hell did you say to that woman? How did you convince her? Did you drug her? Tell me the truth and don't lie to me because I'll find out."

Her eyes were shooting fire.

"Mom, really, she explained it to you herself several times."

"Bullshit!"

"I'm telling you the truth, I haven't done anything wrong. I just convinced her to help us. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy? Did you hear what she's going to pay me? And that's working less hours than half of what I do now. Of course I'm happy. The problem is that I'm worried about waking up one day and having the police at the door asking about us."

"There won't be any police, Mom, I promise. I just spoke to her from the bottom of my heart and she listened. You saw that she's a good woman."

She looked at me suspiciously, carefully weighing my words.

"Anyway, why are you going around looking for work for me?"

"Because I hardly ever see you, Mom. You're always working, always tired, and all for next to nothing."

"Hey, what do you mean 'next to nothing'?"

"Yes, fucking pocket change. You're beautiful, smart, and kind. It's time someone valued and appreciated you, Mom."

"Oh, honey," she said, "do you really believe that?" Her dark brown eyes were full of love.

"I do."

She smiled at me.

"Give me a kiss."

I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

"Well... If there's no police coming... Do you want to go out for dinner to celebrate?"

"Fuck yes, I do."

Chapter Text

I woke up calm in my bed, relaxed. The future looked bright.

I had chores to do, and then there was the matter of the packages.

I realized that I was totally wasting its potential, so today I would devote all the time necessary until I was satisfied.

By the way, the range of my powers had increased again. Each morning The idea of controlling the whole planet was becoming more believeable.

I got up and had breakfast.

I had woken up feeling horny that day, maybe I could pop over to Maria's place for a quick visit...

"No, come on, let's get to work," I told myself.

I sat down again with paper and pen on the living room table. 

Mom had gone to work at the high school for the last time. Today she was going to pick up her things and process her resignation. She also had to talk to the owners of the other places she cleaned to let them know she was quitting. She already had the keys to the mansion and would start working tomorrow. Of course, Amelia had given us two sets of keys, so I could go and swim in The pool...

No.

I had to focus on the task at hand. Let's see.

I was currently using the commands to sleep whenever I wanted and control my orgasms. This part was fine for now, but if I needed to add more things in the future, I might create a specific package for myself.

On the other hand, there was something I used very often. A combination of changes that I used somewhat unconsciously to increase arousal/sexual desire/etc.

I wanted to define this well in a package, but of course, these aren't permanent commands but an immediate and temporary effect, so I thought of creating a kind of 'spell'.

Sexual Stimulation Spell V.1.

It will have several levels of intensity and will cause the following effects:

• Increases sexual arousal
• Increases curiosity
• Increases urgency
• Reduces shame
• Reduces physical or mental discomfort

Okay, now we'll move on to the permanent packages, and here there was much more to think about. I wanted to undo the Lover package or at least split it in two. I wanted one package that would enhance the sexual experience and another for women with whom I would have a longer, deeper relationship.

Sex package and Girlfriend package?

That could work. I also wanted one to instantly gain someone's trust and get their attention, like I had done with Amelia. Finally, the package for everyday people.

Sex Package V.1:

• The package will only take effect when the sexual experience or stimulus is directly linked to me.
• None of these effects will seem supernatural to you, nor will you suspect that there is anything beyond my natural ability.

The truth is, I didn't want anyone else to enjoy these advantages besides me.

• You will see me as the most attractive person in the world. I will perfectly embody your ideal type.
• You'll get sexually aroused much more easily when you're in my presence or thinking about me.
• You will always be or quickly become ready to have sex with me.

Now, here comes an important point: I had to take care of my health.

• If you have any disease that you could transmit to me or suspect that you might have, you will let me know and refuse to have sex until you are cured.

And another important issue:

• You will be honest with me about the contraceptive methods you use and will try to avoid getting pregnant. If you do become pregnant, you will notify me immediately and, if you are unable to contact me, you will have an abortion as long as it does not put your health at risk.
• You will fully agree that the decision about a possible pregnancy is mine alone, and you will be happy with whatever decision I make.

Phew. That was a big one. It was very selfish, but at this point, with what I've done, it doesn't really matter anymore.

• Our encounters will be private, and you will not discuss them with anyone unless I authorize it.
• There will be no reason (religious, moral, ethical, boyfriend, husband, etc.) strong enough to completely prevent you from having sex with me. There will always be a possibility, even if it is low.
• You will not feel guilt or remorse about our sexual encounters. You will always be satisfied and happy after them.

I thought about it after writing down these three. Maybe I would remove the last two for some people just to enjoy seeing them conflict with themselves.

• You will be willing to explore any fantasy or new experience I wish to share with you.
• If you suspect we might run into each other, you will take special care with your hygiene and appearance, without me having to ask you to, in order to please me. You will enjoy doing so.

Well, I think that's everything in terms of behavior, I thought. Now it's time for more physical things.

• My smell and taste will be irresistible and unique to you. They will never become repetitive or annoying.
• My semen will have a mild, addictive taste that you will love more and more.
• Any intimate contact between my body and yours (my tongue, my hands, my semen) will give you pleasure, amplified according to the sensitivity of the area.
• The overall sexual pleasure you feel with me will be twice as intense as normal and will multiply with each orgasm you have. This will reset after each encounter.
• You will find it easier to reach orgasm with me.
• You will be able to achieve all types of orgasm with ease (clitoral, vaginal, anal).
• The contact of my semen with the inside of your vagina will give you a more powerful orgasm than normal.

I thought that was enough for now. I thought about how funny it would be to throw that package at someone and not interact with her, to see how she would react. 

Now I wanted to create the package for my partners, for the women I saw most often. I had to keep one thing in mind: all of them were going to have the Sex package included as well, so I wanted to include commands in this package that weren't so sexual.

Girlfriend Package V.1:

• I will be the only man you feel sexually attracted to.
• You will feel a deep emotional bond with me that is always present. You may miss me, but you will never be miserable if I don't spend time with you. The slightest gesture on my part will fill you with happiness.
• You will seek to deepen and expand the relationship, but if that is not possible, you will feel deep satisfaction with what we have.
• You will have no problem with the idea of me being with other women; in fact, it will be an idea that excites you more or less depending on whether or not you are attracted to women.
• You will want me to be happy in the relationship. My happiness will make you happier.
• These changes will seem normal and natural to you. The natural progress of your personal development.

I was satisfied with this package as well. I made a mental note to readjust the orders and packages for Maria, Megan, and Amelia. I would give all three of them the Girlfriend package and the Sex package, and maybe the Model Citizen package as well.

Now I wanted to build something so I could get what I wanted quickly from ordinary people.

Instant Trust Package V.1:

• You will trust me completely. 
• You will feel completely comfortable in my presence. 
• You will perceive me as a unique person, different from everyone else you have ever met in your life.
• You will feel good when you hear me speak.
• If you see me doing something illegal, you will go along with me and try to cover for me. You will always defend me, assuming that what I am doing is for a good reason.

I think that way I'll be able to leave places without paying and get special treatment quickly.

Finally, the Model Citizen package... This was complicated. The feedback I had received on version 1.0 was all comments from my mother about how people were in a better mood than usual. I realized that it was very difficult to really see the effect this would have. I would have to take a leap of faith, choose the best rules I could, and let time pass.

I wanted 10 universal rules. Deciding which ones to choose was extremely difficult.

Model Citizen Pack V.2:

• You will not cause harm to other living beings or allow avoidable suffering, except when strictly necessary to preserve health, well-being, or life, and there is no better alternative.
• You will treat others with the same respect, dignity, and consideration that you would wish to receive if you were in their place.
• You will fulfill your commitments and trust the commitments of others.
• You will accept your mistakes with humility and change without resistance. Acknowledgment of failure will be immediate and natural. Change will be perceived as desirable, not painful.
• You will strive every day to improve as a person, even if only in small ways.
  Continuous improvement will be an essential part of your identity. If you fail to improve in something, you will feel satisfaction for having at least tried.
• You will care for your natural and urban environment as an extension of yourself. Polluting, damaging nature, or littering will be as uncomfortable as physically hurting yourself. Protecting your environment will be automatic.
• You will feel a natural empathy for all living beings, without this preventing your survival or the responsible consumption of animals.

• Acting with kindness, helping, respecting, and protecting will be a daily source of satisfaction for you.
• Lying maliciously, manipulating, or acting selfishly will cause you internal discomfort and an immediate desire to correct your behavior. 

• You will teach these rules to future generations and ensure that the legacy continues.

I had to admit that this list took me much longer than I thought. It was a very complicated subject; if you think about it, it would determine the history, evolution, and destiny of the human species. Religions would be created around some of these concepts, the economy would change... And there would be thousands of other implications that, honestly, I was unable to comprehend. Perhaps it had been a little ambitious to create an ideal world. I was playing God without knowing the consequences that this would have...

But the truth is, if the powers were there, they were there to be used, right? Humanity had never known anything like this before, it was time to try something new.

To be honest, those packages, what I was doing with my powers... I'm not a good person, I know. But in the long run, I thought it would do more good than harm. And that was enough for me.

Still, I thought I would not use The Model Citizen on friends and family yet. I was afraid they may lose their essence.

My stomach growled. What time was it?

I thought about going to high school to pick up my mom and have lunch with her. I also wanted to start loading the new packages for people, but... Ugh, I had to clean the house thoroughly; my mom had asked me to do it the night before.

Well, it didn't have to be me who did it.

I went to the window and saw a man in his thirties walking by. I accessed his mind and forced him to answer me truthfully.

"Hey, you, how good are you at cleaning?"

"I'm not bad at it," he replied.

"Where are you going?"

"Shopping."

"That'll do." I thought.

*Ring the bell and come up,* I ordered.

When he got upstairs, I told him to listen carefully and explained the tasks he had to do and how to do them. Then I gave him the order and left him to work.

*When you're done, you'll go down to the street and forget everything that happened since the first question I asked you. Then you'll go on with your day*

I arrived at the public high school.

On the way, I devoted myself to expanding my domain and applying the Model Citizen V.2 package to as many people as possible. I made sure to remove version 1 first, of course.

That high school was the only one in town. I had had two good years there with my friends. I was fond of it.

I also had fond memories of certain people... there were others I didn't care for as much.

That didn't matter much anymore. 

I walked through the door and the smell brought back a lot of memories. Classes were about to end, and after that my mother wouldn't be long in coming out.

I went to the office to ask, there was someone I wanted to see again.

Kate, my old English teacher. 

Kate was the kind of teacher that almost everyone likes. I say almost because, despite being funny and kind to us, she had strong opinions that sometimes clashed with some of the students.

Kate was basically a hippie. In class, she wore slightly more formal clothes than on the street, but she usually had dreadlocks in her hair with beads and other things.

She was a very pretty woman, to be honest, and I think she had a good figure, although you couldn't really tell because she always wore long skirts and loose-fitting clothes. I think all the boys had a crush on her to a greater or lesser extent. I didn't have a more special relationship with her than with the others, but that's why I was looking for her; it was time for that to change.

"Which classroom is Kate in? the English teacher… I'm a former student," I asked the secretary, who looked like she wanted to pack her stuff and go home already.

"She's not here," she replied.

"Excuse me?"

"She's on maternity leave."

"Maternity leave?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, she's not expected to return before summer."

I felt a little discouraged. I could have asked this woman for Kate's address, but I decided not to in the end.

I expanded my domain and continued loading the Model Citizen V.2 package while waiting for my mother in the lobby.

On the way out, I convinced my mother to go to a restaurant again. I had to use my powers again to get her to agree. Even though she was going to be earning thousands of dollars for a cushy job starting tomorrow, we still didn't have that kind of money and she didn’t want to spend more. Soon we would, because Amelia would pay every week, but not for now.

I also had to use my powers to pay. Or rather, not to pay, because my mother would have reacted badly. I made sure to delete those memories from her mind.

By this point, I had already used my powers on her several times, so I really don't know why I acted like I was doing something wrong. After all, they were just minor commands and for her own good...

After lunch, Mom took the car and left to talk to her former bosses. I took the opportunity to visit an area of town I didn't usually go to.

It was really too small to call it a neighborhood. It was more like two poorly laid out streets.

It was the poorest area of the town, usually the most problematic along with the richest area.

I walked around downloading the Model Citizen V.2 package to absolutely everyone. I had gone to make sure there were people with the package active in that area. 

I walked with a calmness I wouldn't have had before if I had come here. I wouldn't have been shot or anything like that, but I would have had some problematic interactions, let's say.

As I was leaving that area, I noticed I was thirsty. I looked around and, by chance, saw a woman on her porch, sitting in a kind of rocking chair.

She was elderly and had gray hair. She was wearing a summer robe with a green, grandmotherly print. She seemed friendly.

After installing the Model Citizen package, I installed Instant Trust. Then I approached the garden, which had no fence or anything but unkempt grass. 

"Good afternoon, can I come in and talk to you for a moment?"

She quickly went from looking serious to smiling.

"Sure, honey, come in."

I started walking toward the porch, and she got up and came to the steps. I could see her better then.

She was over 60, but not as old as she looked at first glance. She didn't seem to take very good care of herself, which didn't do her any favors.

Her hair was dark but full of white streaks. It wasn't gray, it was black with gray. It was straight, but the way some strands curled told the story that perhaps it hadn't always been that way. She wore it up with a clip, with a few strands framing her face.

Her smile was broad, genuine, and welcoming; she was clearly happy to be talking to someone. The woman radiated a warmth and positive energy that was immediately apparent.

She had a soft, expressive face with slightly rosy cheeks and a narrow nose. Her skin was very fair and well cared for, with a healthy glow. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped and gray.

That green robe didn't suit her either. Although you could sense the shape of her body underneath. She didn't seem to have wide hips, but she did have enormous breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and you could see them hanging on the other side of the fabric. She exuded a great deal of naturalness.

Then I felt it, that heartbeat in my chest stronger than the rest, breaking the rhythm. Without thinking, I installed the Sex package. After all, I hadn't been able to relieve myself yet today, and my plan with Kate had failed.

"Hi, I wanted to ask you, if you wouldn't mind, for some water. It's so hot outside..."

"Oh, of course, honey, come in,"

She said as she opened the screen door. 

We went inside a house that was humble but well cared for, although the decor was old. The kitchen was directly connected to the living room and there was an old table in the middle of it.

"Cold water?" she asked with a smile from ear to ear.

"Yes, please," I said, smiling back to her. "What's your name?"

"Beth," she replied as she opened the refrigerator and poured cold water from a jug.

We both leaned against the counter. She offered me the glass, and I took a small sip.

"That's delicious, thank you very much, Beth. I was really thirsty."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Thank you for coming over to talk to me," she said, and I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"No, no, I'm the lucky one that such a beautiful woman opened the door for me," I said mischievously.

"Oh, don't tease me, I'm not going to charge you for the water," she said with a shy smile.

"Tease you?"

"I'm too old for someone like you to say things like that to me..."

"Forty is too old?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ha!" she exclaimed, looking away toward the window. She seemed offended and amused at the same time.

"Less?" I asked mischievously.

"Much older," she confirmed.

I remained silent, forcing her to speak and give me more information.

"I'm 64, sweetheart."

"Wow," I said, pretending to be surprised. "You don't look a day over 40."

She looked away again, shyly.

"Thank you."

I took another sip of water and looked around.

"Do you live alone?"

"Widowed," she replied almost immediately.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you, dear, although it's been a few years now."

"It's a shame that a woman as beautiful as you is alone."

"Oh, you're such a flatterer," she said, touching my arm affectionately. 

My words were having an effect on her.

"Although I'm not that lonely, you know," she continued. "My daughters come to see me often. One of them just gave me a beautiful granddaughter. Besides, I have friends and we usually see each other most days."

"That sounds great. I'm glad you have so many good people around you."

"Thank you. And you? What were you doing here?"

"Well, I've been living here for a little over two years. I just finished my first year of college," I replied. "And the reason I was here... Oh, I'm a little embarrassed."

She opened her eyes wide. I thought I saw hunger in them.

"Embarrassed? What could be embarrassing for a guy as handsome as you?" she said boldly, but unsure if she had gone too far. Her cheeks quickly turned pink. Her compliment did not go unnoticed.

"Well... it turns out I had a date with a girl..." I said, excited by the lie I was about to tell her. She had all her attention on me.

"We're dating, or we were. She broke up with me."

"Oh no, sweetie, I'm so sorry," she said, and although she seemed genuinely sorry, I also detected a hint of joy.

"That's not the worst of it, Beth."

I started to get hard.

"Tell me, tell me."

"It turns out we were at his place. We were supposed to be alone." 

She looked at me intently, eagerly awaiting my next sentence.

"We were in his room. We'd been kissing for a while..."

Her mind was elsewhere, imagining the situation.

"We had taken off our clothes... We were about to... You know..."

She nodded repeatedly.

"And then her parents came in."

She closed her eyes, dazed.

"They yelled at us, she got hysterical and said we had to stop. I had to run out of there and walk home, which brought me to your door."

"I see. That’s some bad luck."

"Yeah... Has that ever happened to you, Beth?"

She stepped away from the counter and stood in front of me. I was dying to take off that awful robe and see her body. I was convinced it was going to be better than I imagined.

Then, seeing that I was devouring her with my eyes and feeling unsupported, she moved to my other side, but instead of leaning completely on the counter, she leaned on it with only one hand. Her body was pointing at me.

"Who hasn't been there? Although it was a long time ago..." she said and let out a little laugh. I detected some insecurity.

"A long time, Beth?"

"Yes," she said.

She brought her other hand to her chest and began to make a very subtle back-and-forth movement.

"Has it been a long time since you've made love?" I asked innocently.

"Well... Of course," she said, "Even when my husband was alive, it wasn't something that happened often."

"No? He must have been crazy, Beth," I said. "If I could..."

She stared wide-eyed at some point beyond me.

"Well, you know, it was many years of marriage... Things change..."

"How old were you when you started with him?"

"I was 16," she replied quickly.

"Wow, that's commitment..." I said. "And how was he in bed?"

"Well... I guess normal?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't been with any other men?"

"No," she said, blushing.

"But you must have wanted to, right?"

"Yes," she said shyly, "but I've always been a faithful woman."

"I know," I said, looking into her eyes. I caressed the hand she had on the counter. 

"I can see that you're a woman like no other, Beth."

She had intensified her nervous movements, turning her hips from side to side. She took a small, almost imperceptible step towards me.

I felt my heart pumping faster.

"To be honest, Beth, I would have gone crazy in your place."

She looked at me confused. She clearly had too much on her mind at that moment.

"So long without sex. I would have gone crazy," I said, my eyes locked on hers.

She blushed. She was breathing erratically, nervous.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. I have a really hard time without sex, Beth. In fact, I was rushing home to relieve myself. If I don't relieve myself, I get these unbearable pains, really strong... Here..." I said, grabbing my balls over my pants.

Her eyes widened.

"Oh, honey, and I've kept you here talking to an old woman," she said, nervously taking my arm. "I'm so sorry, darling," she said intensely. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry," I said sympathetically. "It's been very nice to meet a woman like you."

Then I sat up a little and put both hands on the bulge in my pants.

"Ah!" I said, pretending to be in pain.

Beth made a face that was a mixture of fear and desire.

"Are you okay?" she said, wrapping her arms around my waist, as if to support me. I took advantage of the moment and noticed the curve of her robe around her chest. They had to be huge.

"Yes, yes..." I said, squinting my eyes in supposed pain.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, genuinely upset. "This is all my fault..."

I looked her in the eyes. I knew what she was about to say. What a bold woman.

"Do you want me to help you?" she said, her face turning red.

"I mean..." she continued, "if you don't mind an old woman like me touching you..."

Her gaze dropped to the floor; she clearly had some self-esteem issues.

"Disgusting? Not at all, Beth. I've already told you that you're a very attractive woman..."

I put my hand on her waist and she flinched.

"So you want me to...?" she said uncertainly.

I didn't know exactly what she had in mind, so I just let her go ahead.

"If you'd be so kind, Beth..." I said with a sincere smile.

"Okay," she said to herself, trying to compose herself.

She stood in front of me, her hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a mixture of determination and desire.

Then she bent down and got on her knees. She came closer to me and grabbed the waistband of my pants and underwear. The touch of her fingers on my skin sent a shiver down my spine. Then she pulled down, and my hard cock sprang up toward her like a spring. Beth's eyes widened.

"You're so sexy," she said with a pleading look.

Then, hesitantly, she grabbed the base of my penis firmly but with a lack of practice and brought the tip to her mouth. She kissed it shyly.

Then she opened her mouth. I felt her lips around my cock.

She began to move her head back and forth, sucking the tip. Then, as if remembering she was there, she also began to masturbate me with her hand while leaning on my leg with the other.

It was obvious that she hadn't done this in a long time, if she had ever done it at all. Still, I appreciated the effort and it didn't feel bad at all. To tell the truth, I was very excited by the situation and my cock was very hard.

She continued sucking with short, somewhat abrupt movements. I put my hand behind her head and pushed my penis into her mouth. She quickly pushed away, trying not to cough.

I let her go and she composed herself, coughing a little. Then she took my cock out of her mouth and started rubbing her tongue along it.

Then she did something unexpected.

She let go of my penis and stood up with difficulty, her legs aching from the position. Then she started to masturbate me from the front.

"Would you fuck me, please?" she said, unsure but eager.

Again, what a daring woman. I smiled and nodded. 

"Oh, thank you," she said, caressing my face.

Then she turned around and faced the old kitchen table. She grabbed the side of her long robe and pulled it up three times, revealing more and more of her leg until she was able to gather it all around her waist. 

Her legs were milky white and completely hairless. I don't think she shaved, it was just genetics and age. Her skin was so white that you could see her veins in some places.

She was wearing plain white panties, which she quickly removed and let fall to the floor. Her ass wasn't bad. She had no hips and it was a little small, but it was soft and pretty.

She rested her hands on the table.

I approached and knelt down to get a better look at her. I grabbed her soft, plump buttocks with my hands and spread them apart, revealing a sight that took my breath away.

Her pussy looked closed. It was almost the same milky color as the rest of her body, maybe a little darker. It looked,  just like her legs, shaved. Her inner lips were very small and her outer lips were thick, giving her a closed and appetizing appearance. Her asshole was the same color as her lips. 

I noticed that she had a mole on one of her lips, which I found very sexy. I put some saliva on my hand and tried to spread it over her pussy, but as soon as I parted her lips, I noticed that she was soaking wet. She didn't need any more lubrication.

I stood behind her and rubbed my cock against her pussy, making her moan. Then I put it at the entrance, barely inserting the tip.

"I'm putting it in," I warned her. 

She made an affirmative sound, and I pushed it all the way in.

She automatically had her first orgasm, her whole body shaking and her trying to hold on to the table.

Her pussy was so tight and wrapped around me in an incredible way. She was so wet that it didn't matter how tight she was.

I pulled back the robe to grab her hips and started fucking her. She tried to hold on to something, but nothing worked. Her breathing was erratic, interrupted by constant moans. Soon she had her second orgasm.

I kept going, feeling her pussy trying to squeeze me. I looked down and saw the very light pink color of her insides. I thought about using my powers to not cum, but I decided not to and to try to hold back naturally.

After her third orgasm, I decided the time had come. I wanted to see those tits.

I pulled out my cock and felt a chill as her hot pussy was replaced by the temperature of the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked, panting.

"Come."

I grabbed her arm and turned her around. I bent down to grab her robe and lifted it up over her shoulders. Two huge tits were revealed before me. They were white, and so were her nipples. You could barely tell the difference between them and the rest of her skin. You could see blue veins inside them. Their own weight made them fall and stretch.

I grabbed them and felt how heavy they were, brought my head closer and opened my mouth, as if trying to absorb them whole. I sucked her nipples eagerly and forcefully, without being gentle, switching from one to the other. When I finished, I moved up to her mouth and gave her a tongue kiss, which she took a while to respond to.

Then I guided her onto the table, making her lie down on it.

Her tits spread out everywhere, as if they were liquid. Lower down, I noticed her pubis covered with a little gray hair. I got excited, I had to keep fucking her.

I grabbed her thighs and positioned her correctly, and after rubbing my cock against her pussy again, I pushed it back into her pink interior.

She moaned.

I continued fucking her, thrusting deep inside her at a steady but not fast pace.

I spat on her clit, which was quite small, and with my thumb I started to masturbate her.

She reached her fourth orgasm almost instantly, and then I stopped with my hand and focused only on enjoying that pussy.

I looked down at her tits moving with each thrust. I stretched out my arms and grabbed them.

One after another, over and over.

I fucked her harder, faster, and then I felt the pressure building and building in my balls.

"Beth, can I cum inside you?"

"Yes, please, yes," she said, overwhelmed by the sensations.

I kept going, feeling my cock get harder and harder, ready to explode.

And then I thrust forward, placing my cock deep inside Beth and came, releasing everything inside that needy pussy and painting her womb white.

Beth screamed with pleasure, possibly having the best orgasm of her life, as what felt like gallons of semen flooded her insides.

I kept thrusting, each stroke accompanied by a jet of semen until I was dry and too sensitive to continue.

Beth was staring into space with her eyes half-open, breathing quickly and deeply.

I leaned forward and grabbed her tits again, bringing them together and burying my face in them. I sucked her nipples and then stood up. I was still hard.

I took a step back and pulled out my cock. I waited for the semen to flow out, but nothing happened. There was her reddened, well-fucked pussy, but the semen was still inside her. That hungry pussy wouldn't let a single drop escape. 

“Well, you can keep it.” I thought.

Anyway, I liked that pussy too much, so taking advantage of the fact that Beth was still sprawled out on the table, I took out my phone and snapped a quick photo of her fucked pussy.

I put my phone away and pulled up my pants, but left my cock and balls out. My cock was glistening with fluids and felt cool when I moved.

I took another glass from where Beth had taken mine and filled it with water. Then I handed it to her.

"Thanks," she said.

I drank mine, which had already warmed up.

She struggled to get up. I didn't want to offer her help because I felt it would hurt her pride. She stood up and staggered. Then I held her so she wouldn't fall to the floor.

"Thank you," she said again with a small smile.

She drank her water and put the glass on the table. Her tits moved with every movement.

I moved closer to her and grabbed her tits again and kissed them. I was still hard.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at my cock.

"Why?"

"You're still hard."

"Oh well, we'd have to keep going for a few more hours for me to go down," I said cockily.

That didn't seem to comfort her.

"By the way," I added, "I came inside you."

"Oh yes, you did," then we both pulled apart and looked at her legs. Drops of semen were quickly dripping down her groin onto the floor. So it finally showed up.

"Thank you so much, honey," she said with a sincere smile. Weird thing to say but ok.

"No problem with that?"

"Oh no, I'm not at the age where I can have children anymore."

She grabbed a rag and wiped the excess from her leg.

Beth looked exhausted but also seemed more... relaxed? As if she had a new glow.

"Thank you for doing this with me, I've never felt anything like this before," she said, looking at me very seriously. "Never."

"I'm glad I did it right. You're a very good woman, I wanted you to enjoy it," I said, lying a little. I hadn't really tried that hard.

"Thank you so much," she said, hugging me. I hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. What a grateful woman.

As we separated, I took her hands.

"I'm going to go now, okay, Beth?"

She nodded, looking a little sad.

Then I put my cock back in my pants and headed for the door, with her following me naked. I kissed her before leaving and gave her tits one last squeeze. 

Maybe I'd visit her again someday, I thought.

I headed home.

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When I got home, I saw that the man had already left. I noticed that he had done a good job cleaning the house.

The whole house was clean and tidy... Could I like my powers any more?

Well, I deserved a reward for a job so well done.

I left the house and went upstairs. Before ringing the doorbell, I accessed Maria's mind, deleted her previous orders, and gave her the Model Citizen, Instant Trust, Sex, and Girlfriend packages.

I rang the doorbell three times.

"It's me!" I shouted.

I heard footsteps and the door opened. 

Maria greeted me in denim shorts and a pink T-shirt. Neither garment did anything to hide her curves.

"Can I come in?" I said with a smile.

"Yes," she said, not very convinced, as she stepped aside to let me in. "But I have to leave in 10 minutes."

"Oh, don't worry, I just need a quick favor."

I walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I wanted to try something from the packages.

"What quick favor do you need?" she said with her usual teasing smile.

I took out my cock. It smelled strongly of Beth and our fuck. There were traces of dried fluids stuck to it. When she saw it, Maria raised an eyebrow. I quickly cast the spell to turn her on.

"You see, I went out for a walk and, by chance, I ended up fucking a woman," I said in a playful tone. I wanted to see how she would react to this.

"By chance?" she said suspiciously.

"I swear" I said ironically.

Maria was standing in front of me and I was getting hard.

"I want you to clean me up."

Maria didn't say anything, she just stood there, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. 

"Now," I added seriously.

She seemed to think about it for a minute, and I wondered if she would agree. Then she took off her T-shirt and left it on the back of a chair, and put her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. Once it was free from her hips, she approached me and knelt down between my legs. She began to tie her hair up in a bun.

"I remind you that you're in a hurry." I said teasing her.

She didn't say anything. She looked at me with complete confidence. With that same confidence in her eyes, she leaned in and grabbed my cock. She flicked her tongue a few times and took my cock deep into her throat. Her face didn't quite touch my pubic area, but it wasn't far off. 

She made a couple of gagging sounds and then pulled her head back. She ran the tip over her lips, spitting out thick saliva that she spread all over my cock with her hands.

Then, using both hands and her mouth, she started sucking my cock while jerking me off.

She went all out from the very first moment. A tsunami of sensations swept me away.

Her head moved up and down, and her technique was excellent. Her two huge tits moved with the motion.

It didn't take me long to cum. I grabbed her bun tightly, trying to gain control.

"Get ready, I'm going to cum in your throat."

She let out a noise like a moan.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..." I said, pressing her head against me, coming directly in her throat. Shooting my hot semen into her stomach.

I felt my vision blur. When my cock stopped twitching, she continued sucking.

I was very sensitive and tried to grab her head to make her stop, but she pushed me away with a slap.

I had to give in and let her stop when she wanted to.

She finished her performance by pulling my cock out of her mouth with a loud 'POP'.

She got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash herself. When she came back, she let her hair down and looked at me with unimaginable arrogance. I was sprawled out on the sofa, defeated.

"I have to go," she said in a tone of voice as she put her bra back on.

I got up and pulled up my pants. I approached her, who had already put on her T-shirt and was reapplying her lipstick in front of the mirror.

I grabbed her face and forced her to look at me. She couldn't wipe the mocking smile of satisfaction off her face. I kissed her, ruining her lipstick again despite her complaints. When we separated, she slapped me on the shoulder.

"I'll get you back," I said.

"I hope so," she replied smugly.

I kissed her again and left, returning home.

That night, my mother came home with a different energy than usual. She seemed full of hope and light. I hadn't seen her like that in a long time.

"Honey, yesterday I couldn't believe it, and today I still don't, but throughout the day I've been coming to terms with it."

Then she came over to me and hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes and hugged her back.

"Thank you so much, sweetheart. You've changed my life completely. You don't know what this means to me."

"You're welcome, Mom, you deserve it," I replied.

We stayed hugging for a minute. I was tired and a little sleepy, and my mind drifted off. I stopped thinking about anything and just felt. And what I felt was the body of an attractive woman pressed against me. That caused the most obvious reaction. I couldn't help it when I felt her huge tits pressed against me. I tried to pull away, but my mother kept hugging me. Then, when she felt like it, she let go. I couldn't tell from her face if she had felt my huge erection, although I think she saw the embarrassment on my face.

While we were having dinner, my mother decided to share some important information.

"Everyone is being too nice, it gives me a bad feeling."

"Nice how?"

"Helpful? It’s like there are less assholes on the streets"

"Watch your mouth," I said mockingly.

She looked at me, narrowing her eyes, but then she smiled. She had a very pretty smile.

"By the way, have you made any plans for the Summer Festival?"

"When is it?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, you live in the clouds... They're next week, I told you the other day. Do you even listen to me when I talk to you?"

"I don't have any plans. Who's coming to sing?" I said, ignoring her question.

"It's a surprise. They'll announce the program in the next few days. But they say that a lot of people are coming to town for the festivities this year. They say even influencers are coming."

"Ohhhh, influencers," I said mockingly.

She didn't find it very funny.

"You could meet up with Paul and Samir. How long has it been since you've seen them?"

"A long time," I replied. "And I'll only meet up with them if they call me first."

"Come on, don't be so proud, you'll have a good time."

"I can have fun on my own," I said.

"Stubborn."

She looked at me patiently. Then, suddenly, her expression changed.

"By the way, so you don't say I didn't warn you..." 

I looked at her, expectantly.

"Your aunt will visit us during the Summer Festival."

"Oh." I said, feeling like I had already lived this before.

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The days leading up to the festivities were uneventful and passed quickly. They seemed like the perfect summer days. I woke up late. I went to the mansion's pool. I played video games until late... on the console I had been "given" at the store. 

During those days, I fucked Maria a lot. The convenience of her living right upstairs made the idea of going up and fucking her too irresistible and tempting. And I had such a good time with her... I think I visited her every day, some days even twice a day.

I also made another surprise visit to Beth. The truth is, I hadn't had enough of those huge tits and her tight pussy. I woke up one day thinking about cumming inside her again and had to go to her house. 

It was a slightly longer encounter, this time I tried to give her as many orgasms as possible. She was totally ecstatic, delighted to be able to try things she had never tried before and had always wanted to. The truth is that her husband had set the bar very low. I checked the effects of the Sex V.1 package since she had shaved for me. I came several times inside her during the afternoon I was there, and she even made me some cake.

I ended up listening to my mom and got back in touch with my friends via text. Both Paul and Sami were coming to the Summer Festival.

It was strange. On his part, everything seemed fine, even though we hadn't spoken in months. On my part, things weren't fine. I could feel it, I had negative feelings building up. I felt like they had abandoned me and left me out. Now that the Summer Festival was coming and it suited them, they were texting me back.

I decided to brush it off. After all, they were my friends, weren't they?

As the days passed, the town prepared for the festivities. 

The celebrations were divided into different areas around town. 

Food trucks and more family-friendly shows were being set up on the main street. 

The main events would take place near the lake. Concerts were held and big tents were set up on an esplanade near the shore. In the tents, there were bars and alcohol was sold like at a music festival. 

There was a small pub nearby that made more money in those five days than in the rest of the year. They moved the tables and chairs aside and turned the entire place into a dance floor. 

There was another park where they did historical reenactments and things like that for children, which, honestly, I didn't care much about.

I jumped into the pool and the cool water enveloped me like a balm. It was hot outside, the sun was beating down, and I was quite tanned from so many days outdoors.

Paul and Samir noticed right away.

"Man, you look different," said Paul. "New haircut, new clothes... what happened to you?"

I smiled, but there was something about their tone that didn't quite fit. Surprise? Mockery? Annoyance? I couldn't tell. We caught up while floating and swimming in the pool. They talked fast, almost breathlessly. They had been busy: studies, jobs, trips... everything was going "great" for them.

I don't know why, but I didn't quite believe them. Not because they were lying, but because they seemed to be acting. As if they were reciting a script so that no one would notice that they were just as lost as before. It made me angry. Still, I had my own stories to tell.

I told them about the job I'd gotten for my mother. About how I talked to Amelia and convinced her. But apparently, that wasn't believable enough for them.

"Come on, you convinced the rich old lady to give your mom a job?" Samir said, laughing.

"Yeah, right. It wasn't that hard, just..."

"I'm sure your mother already had something arranged and you found out later," Paul interrupted.

I insisted a little, but I let it go. They didn't want to believe me.

Then I mentioned the raffle. I was hoping for some positive reaction, even if it was just a joke, a pat on the back, a "lucky you, man." But nothing. No enthusiasm, no curiosity. Just a skeptical look from Paul and an "Oh, really?" from Samir.

"By the way, I've had a lot of sex this year," I said, letting it slip in a tone that was somewhere between casual and defiant. I didn't plan on saying exactly who, just that they were "friends" from college.

"Oh, me too," Samir replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for his turn to speak.

And then he started recounting his adventures. A long story, with unnecessary details, about a girl who clearly wasn't interested in him. I thought that when he finished he would ask me a question, something like, "What about you?", but no. Paul took over, telling the story of a girl in his class. I was no longer in the conversation.

They were swimming. They were laughing. They were talking to each other. I drifted away, floating alone in a corner.

And then that question hit me like a bitter pill:

Had they always been like this?

Had they always ignored my achievements, changed the subject when I spoke, acted as if their lives were more important? Maybe so. Maybe I hadn't noticed before because I didn't know any different. Because when you're alone, you cling to what you have.

What if they had only agreed to see me because I had a pool?

I felt a lump in my throat. It was a mixture of disappointment, distance, and a kind of uncomfortable clarity. I was seeing everything with new eyes.

And I didn't like what I saw.

"They say lots of people are coming this year," I said.

"Many different artists too," said Paul. "But almost all of them are crap."

"Except Rika Moon," Samir added with a smile. "She's the one I'm interested in."

"Nah, she's awful," said Paul. "And that song of hers, Midnight Mirror... I hate that I can't get it out of my head. Is she the most famous of all the artists coming?"

"Right now, I'd say so," I said.

Then they started talking about influencers.

"They say some big names are coming," said Samir. "Did you see what they posted on social media? The city council had contacted several of them to promote the festival, as if we needed more people here..."

"I read it. Rumor has it that the guys from Blue Blood might be coming," said Paul.

"I hope Maya Kingston comes," added Samir. "Just to see her in person would be worth coming back to this boring little town."

They both laughed. I smiled, but again that feeling of watching a movie from the outside came back. As if I didn't quite belong.

"I'm sure we'll see the usual crowd too," said Paul, turning in the water. "Is Madison still alive?"

"Madison never dies," Samir replied mockingly. "Even if she they sent her to space, she'd still live in our minds. I remember how she moved when she danced. Everybodyl knew she wasn't the leader of the team, but no one dared say otherwise."

"She was always the center of attention, even when she wasn't doing anything," I added.

"And her friend, Blair," added Paul. "Who followed her everywhere..."

"Yeah, Blair was hot, but in a sneaky way," said Samir. "You didn't know she was hot until you saw her alone without Madison."

"She had that mysterious aura of an intelligent girl..."

"Like Layla," Paul said suddenly, glancing at me.

I smiled mockingly. Samir tensed up instantly. "Hey, don’t bring up my sister, okay?"

"Relax, man, it was a joke."

"Yeah, right. A joke. Just like when they say your mom's the prettiest redhead in town, huh?"

Paul frowned. "Don't talk about my mother."

"Why not?" asked Samir. "If we're going to make jokes, let's make them about everyone."

"Well, if we're talking about mothers," said Paul, shifting the focus to me with a crooked smile. "How's your mother?"

"Yeah," added Samir, in a tone that stung me. "The perfect MILF you imagine when you can't sleep. Is she still single, or has she found someone to fuck her?"

"If so, you must have heard her scream," said Paul. "She looks like one of those who yells."

They laughed. I didn't. I swallowed my response and just stared at the sky. I felt the sun's heat burning my chest, but inside I felt cold.

The tone had changed. It wasn't a joke between friends. It was something more hurtful. More mocking. And even though they didn't say it, I could feel that the line between us was no longer the same.

"I think it's time to go," I said, swimming toward the ladder. "I have some things to do at home."

"So soon?" Paul asked, annoyed at having to leave the pool.

"Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow night."

"Sure," Samir said without looking at me.

We got out of the water and went home.

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