At the living dining room with my mother (Part 1)
I returned home from the hospital by taxi with my mother. She had gotten married straight out of high school and was still in her thirties. Despite my efforts to see her as my mother, I couldn’t help but notice her alluring curves and exposed skin due to the warm weather. It seemed like her body emanated a mature sweetness. However, this was not something I had instigated; my mother had always been a bit defenseless in that regard.

As I regained consciousness from my hospital stay, I noticed that my previously worn-out and emaciated skin and body had regained health. This was due to the fact that I had delved deep into my mother’s soul, which, in this world, could even be controlled. If I could control her soul, I could control her body.

To my liking, I had purposely stored fat in her chest and buttocks. Her D cup, which had charmed my father, now had the elasticity of a teenager and had grown to an F cup.

It must have been tough for my mother to deal with my father’s death and my hospitalization following a traffic accident. While I felt guilty for the added stress I put on my mother, I had no affection for my father. He was just a recorded memory in my brain.

Thankfully, my mother and I had enough assets to live comfortably without ever having to work again. We could stay together and spend as much time as we wanted. My anticipation for this future was growing with each passing day.

As we got out of the taxi, we stood in front of our new home. It felt strange to return home, yet comforting. Despite feeling relieved to be back, my overwhelming desire to satisfy my love for my mother in a sexual way was almost unbearable. I had complete control over my soul and body and could walk normally. However, I was so excited that I could only walk bent over with anticipation.

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I can’t hold back anymore,” I thought to myself.

During my hospital stay, I had been restless due to my desire to have sex with my mother. While there were plenty of women in the hospital, they were too busy to indulge in such activities and there were not many places where we would not be interrupted. It would have been a heinous act to infiltrate their minds and satisfy my desires. I couldn’t do it.

Moreover, my first sexual experience was something I wanted to have with my mother, who loved me unconditionally.

When we arrived home, my mother unpacked our things and changed into her “house clothes,” before cooking an early dinner for me. She had prepared all of my favorite dishes. Apparently, she had grabbed my father’s heart through his stomach, but she had done the same with mine too.

Even after we finished eating, we stayed at the dining table and continued our conversation.

“Yuma, you’ve finally come home,” she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to come back for so long,” I replied while never taking my eyes off of her. She couldn’t look away either. My control over her made it so. In this world where there were no devices to connect hearts, staring into each other’s eyes was the deepest way to connect.

I had already taken control of most of my mother’s mind. The clothes she wore, which she called “house clothes,” were extremely obscene and not something one would usually wear. Yet, she wore them without any hesitation or embarrassment.

I had even managed to control her sense of shame. The “switch” within her that could be manipulated, which I couldn’t explain, allowed her to walk around naked in public without a care, or scream and cry with embarrassment while wearing armor. I could do whatever I wanted with her.

I’m sorry, Mom, but I can no longer hold back. The thought consumed me.
Nowadays, she wears clothes that show off her curvaceous body without any hesitation. She tries to convince herself that it’s just her casual attire. I catch myself admiring the open neckline that Chihaya’s mom shows while we eat. She has transformed into my preferred type of busty woman. Even if she tried to hide her figure with clothes, every time she came to the hospital, men’s eyes were drawn to her, wanting her irresistible body.

Now, my desire is aroused. She continues to talk with an innocent smile, oblivious to my lust. Despite all the hardships since her father’s death, I’ve healed all the wounds in her heart.

“Before the accident, I didn’t really notice it, but Yuma is becoming more of an adult,” Chihaya’s mom says as she studies me closely. Her face slowly blushes, and her breath quickens.

(Chihaya’s mom, you’re lusting after me, right? I know. You made yourself appear that way.)

She doesn’t seem to be aware that her clothing, both the bra and thin shirt, expose her erect nipples. The dress shirt shows a deep cleavage, with short tight shorts and panties that leave nothing to the imagination. Her expression is one that can only be described as pure lust, yet she seems not to be aware of it. It’s all because I have blocked her from recognizing it.

I reach out straight and pinch her rich, swollen nipples. She jerks back and lets out a loud cry.

“Ah…”

She almost falls backward but catches herself by holding onto the table. Her nipples become even more rigid and engorged, visible through her shirt.

“Ha…nnn…Aahh! Yuma….”

She pleads with a flushed face. In response, I assault her breasts more aggressively. This time, I use my thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist her nipples more strongly. Each time I do, a moan escapes from Chihaya’s mom’s mouth.

“Un…ya…It’s no good…This feels good!”

I’m surprised by her attitude. I had expected her to resist. Even though I’ve infiltrated her mind, I haven’t fully controlled her. Right now, I wasn’t controlling her personality to the point of changing it. At least I can tell that she doesn’t dislike her current condition. In fact, it seems that she has wanted it to be this way.

(She’s quite the nympho.)

I enjoy playing with her nipples while she shudders and reaches orgasm. When I stop, Chihaya’s mom has tears in her eyes and begs me with her gaze. She wants me to continue. This time, I gently tease one nipple, and then the other.

“Ugh…Aaahn! Ahhh!”

She writhes and moans. I peek into her mind and understand what she expects and what she fears. I give her what she desires and also deny her. I even do things that make her scared. I pinch both nipples simultaneously, making her writhe in pleasure.
“Ohh…yes! Yessss!” cried Chihaya as her son’s fingers finally brought her to a long-awaited climax. She had desired nothing more than the feel of his touch on her body, and now that it was happening, she was overjoyed.

As her desire was fulfilled, Chihaya regained her composure and resumed normal conversation with her son. “You’ve really grown, Yuma,” she remarked, noticing how much taller he was compared to before.

Her nipples were still swollen and twice their normal size, but she seemed unfazed by this fact. It was clear that she had been completely dominated by her son, and yet she was content with that fact.

“You used to be so dependent on me, always needing comfort,” she said as she pulled up a chair next to him. Yuma pivoted his chair to face her directly, and Chihaya didn’t have to stretch her arm to reach him this time.

Yuma couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread from his mother’s behavior. Even though he had manipulated her into this situation, her intense desires scared him to his core. It was unsettling to see her so aroused by his touch on her nipples.

“I’m really happy you called me ‘Mom’ and did all of that for me,” Chihaya continued, her voice breathy as she slipped a hand down to her crotch. With her free hand, she squeezed and massaged her other breast, tweaking the nipple with her fingers.

Before, she had rejected his embrace and affection, but now she was writhing in pleasure before him. She masturbated in front of him, gasping and panting as she flicked her clit with her fingers.

“Ah, ah… hmmm… Yuma, please,” she moaned, and her son couldn’t help but ask, “What is it, Mom?”

“Massage my other breast too, please,” she begged him, and Yuma obediently moved behind her to cup her other breast in his hand. Chihaya’s cries for pleasure grew even louder and more intense now that both breasts were being fondled.

“You’re so good at this, Yuma… more, please,” she begged, and Yuma obliged. He continued to move his hand across her breasts, taking pleasure in the sight of his seduced mother.

As Chihaya reached orgasm once again, she was satisfied but still hungered for more pleasure. She cried out for her son to continue pleasing her, and he was all too happy to oblige her again and again.
My mind was clouded with desire, and all reason and memory were blocked off. The woman in front of me was no longer Chihaya-tsu Mama but a lascivious woman dominated by her desires. I had no memory or sense of taboo until I connected with her again.

The lustful Mama was faithful to her desires and sought me out.

“Yuzuru… Mama… I want… Yuzuru’s penis…”

“Sure, I’ll give it to you. It’s Mama’s favorite penis, after all.”

As I said that, I took off my pants and showed her my fully erect penis, and her face began to melt at the sight of it.

“Wow, what a super erotic face. I want to insert it quickly,” I thought, but I had decided to be rational and break the taboo while having sex. Right now, I couldn’t hold back and just wanted to use her as a sex toy by cutting off her consciousness.

“Okay, I’ll have you suck it. I’m going to put it in your mouth.”

I said as I sat down onto the sofa.

The lustful Mama couldn’t take her eyes off my erect penis. She was like a trained dog that waited for her master’s command.

“Come on… hurry up, Chihaya-tsu Mama.”

I treated her like a female animal with no rationality.

“Ah… I’m happy… Yuzuru’s penis smell is incredible.”

“Just hurry up and put it in your mouth!”

I said, pushing her head down.

“Ah… that’s so cruel…”

She moaned, but I mercilessly pushed all the way in until my penis was deep in her throat. She even moaned with pleasure.

“Uguh…”

At the same time, the feeling of ejaculation began to rise. Still, I had to restrain myself since it had only just started, and I couldn’t climax yet.

As I continued the piston movement with my hips, Chihaya-tsu Mama’s moans echoed throughout the room every time she breathed.

“Nbuu! Fuuu, nnnh!”

I grabbed Chihaya-tsu Mama’s head and continued to move my waist. Even though she looked like she was in pain, she strongly squeezed my manhood.

With one hand, I played with her breasts, and with the other, I teased her vagina. She also used her thumb to vigorously rub her own clitoris. She shook and shivered with pleasure, and it was a pitiful act of pleasure for a woman who had supported her bedridden son.

Just when my penis was about to explode inside her mouth, I put my hand on her head and stopped my movements. Suddenly, Chihaya-tsu Mama clasped both hands around my body and clung onto me with all her strength, as if to show that she wouldn’t let go. Then, she continued to grind against me, going against my will.
Inside the mind of Chihaya’s mother, there was nothing but desires and pleasures. Although this was my first experience in this world, I have witnessed many men and women indulging in “acts” out of curiosity, as well as observing women engaging in sexual activities with other women while peering into their minds.

At that moment, they had been verbalizing their thoughts, “Oh…this is shameful”, “This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this…but it feels so good.” Their bestial desires only dominated them in the moment of climax, but Chihaya’s mother now seemed to be controlled completely by her lust and pleasure. She was like in a constant state of ecstasy.

As for me, I slowly began losing my sanity as my body was unable to control itself. My mouth, throat, and insides created pleasure for the man like no sex organ could: my tongue and lips moved, increasing the pleasure. I couldn’t resist the pleasure as my blood rushed to my genitals. My flesh rod’s structure was different from that of a normal human, and it became greater and more intense as the blood flowed.

Chihaya’s mother served me without hesitation, transforming the pain into pleasure. Even though I had inserted my penis deep into her throat, she still showed an ecstatic expression, brimming with joy. The sound of saliva resonated in the room, and her sexual desire had heightened so much that just inserting my finger in her wasn’t enough; she trembled with excitement, moving her hips with fervor, and with her short skirt, half of her luscious derriere was exposed as if performing a seductive dance.

Naturally, there were also nerves in the mouth. Even for ordinary women, fellatio sometimes provided sexual pleasure. Chihaya’s mother seemed to have experienced more and more pleasure as she sucked my penis.

Finally, she climaxed while still sucking my penis. I was unable to hold back my pleasure, and I pulled out my flesh rod immediately. However, Chihaya’s mother did not stop her joyful moaning.

“Oh…Please, no…I just came…yet I’m coming again…Ahhhhh!”

When I played with her nipples, suffused with orgasm, she continued to scream in pleasure even as saliva dripped from her mouth, her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy. She was a lewd woman indulging herself in the pleasure she had been craving for a long time.

The intensity of this act was beyond my comprehension; in my previous world, the connection between the hearts was the most important thing, with the physical relationship being overlooked. Even for women who only wanted sexual pleasure, satisfying them was as simple as me controlling their hearts to give them pleasure.

But in this world, the desire for flesh was beyond my comprehension. Chihaya’s mother’s madness couldn’t be solely attributed to my manipulation; she had undergone thorough training. Chihaya’s father was honestly a pervert even in this realm of lust. He seduced Chihaya’s mother when she was still in her teens and continuously trained her.

He had played with her until the morning of his death. Such a body made her go crazy once I invaded her mind. Even her clothes and underwear were selected according to his preferences.

As I thought about these things, Chihaya’s mother spoke unexpected words.

“Oh…Yuichi-san…I’m being watched, and it’s making me feel good.”

Even though I thought I had cut off all rationality and memory, Chihaya’s mother flipped and started calling her husband’s name. At that moment, a dark desire surged within me.
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