The Book of Power

'It seems not much time has passed since I entered that place...should I call it a mind palace, or soul palace?'

He thought, lying there feeling her breath, feeling how her body fit against his, soft curves molding to hard edges. 

His cock was already half-hard from morning wood, but at this moment, it was not inside her cummed cunt, instead brushed against her thigh and for once, he just let it be.

Looking at the beauty, he wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the intoxicating softness of her body in his arms, her tits squeezing against his chest, his palm gently squeezing her sultry ass, as they lay together over each other.

Feeling his movements, Chris also woke up, but she didn't move. Instead, she lay comfortably with her head against him, feeling his warmth while letting him enjoy her softness...

This is just amazing.

Just lying in his arms, feeling his heartbeat, she could feel her own heart thump, thump...

So this is love.

Although not soul-stirring or euphoria-inducing like when his cock filled her holes to the brim, this feeling… she didn’t hate it.

Maybe she had never been in love.

Yesterday, when she saw him not speaking after she teased him about Hypnosis, she really felt her heart stop… fearing that he'd think everything she did, everything they did, was a lie.

But now, lying in the arms of the same guy, she felt a soft, warm flutter inside her chest…

'So, I'm really in love with my stepson.'

As soon as that thought formed inside her mind, she lifted her head a little, as her eyes met his—sleepy, soft, but with that same knowing spark, and she gave him a charming, affectionate smile.

Such a good-looking, well-endowed young man, in love with her body and so possessive of her, how could she not fall for him?

"Baby," She murmured, voice all gravel and honey from screaming his name half the night, "you awake?"

He let out a low huff of a laugh, hand sliding down to rest on the curve of her ass. "Yeah. Hard not to be with you, glued to me like this."

She didn't pull away. 

If anything, she snuggled in tighter, cheek rubbing against his chest, lips brushing his skin before her hand drifted lower, palm flat on his stomach, fingers teasing the line of hair that disappeared under the sheet.

Seeing no movement, he raised an eyebrow. "No good-morning, suck this time? Thought you'd be down there already, waking me up properly."

Her smile turned sly, but softer than usual as she propped herself up on one elbow, tits swaying gently, nipples hard from the cool air and maybe from the way he was looking at her.

"Mm... that can wait a bit," she said quietly. "Right now I want something different."

He tilted his head. "Like what?"

She leaned in close, breath warm on his lips. "Hmm..A kiss."

"A kiss.." Max blinked.

"Yeah, a wet, steamy kiss that makes me feel hot all over, telling me exactly how much you want me."

Well, he wasn't too surprised with her words, after all, kissing is about affection, and her asking for one was already telling that he had conquered her, and her words about being his only served as proof.

As for kissing her like she wanted, he would, of course, comply.

Not to mention that he didn't mind kissing her, even if she asked for something else, he probably wouldn't have said no.

After all, for those who are his, he didn't mind spoiling them.

To say he didn't mind her past, about the fact that she was a cock hungry slut, would be a lie...but then again, he didn't have a clean past either. 

Although not as explosive as her, he'd slept with plenty of women in the past years, not to mention, now...he would be sleeping with more women than one could count, so why should he point his fingers?

And after conquering her and getting the rewards he got just now, he finally put any restless thoughts away.

After all, even if she was a cock hungry slut, as long as she was his slut, he didn't care...on the contrary, the fact that she was so obsessed with his cock made his lust soar.

So, looking into her eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, his lips slamming into hers, tongue lolling against each other as wet sounds filled the quiet room... soft sucks, little moans vibrating between them.

When they broke apart, he kept his forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in. "I want you..from your greedy mouth to your fucking tits, your dripping cunt and your fleshy meathole, I want everything."

As he spoke, he leaned forward again. Thrusting his tongue inside her mouth,  as they rolled together without breaking the kiss. 

He ended up flat on his back, head sinking into the pillow, her body draped over his warm silk. 

Her tits pressed flat against his chest, nipples hard little points dragging over his skin with every breath.

Legs tangled, hips aligned, his cock... still thick and heavy from morning... nudged up against her belly, leaking a slow bead of pre-cum that smeared between them.

As their tongues slid, teeth grazed lips, breaths coming faster. 

She rocked once, instinctively, cunt gliding wet along the underside of his shaft. 

He growled into her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her ass, spreading her cheeks just enough to feel how ready she already was.

Finally, the two broke the kiss, as he looked into her glassy eyes and gasped.

"I wanna watch you ride me," 

"Your thick ass bouncing, cheeks jiggling every time you drop down... those big tits swinging wild... fuck, I wanna see your face when you take every inch of my cock."

Hearing his words, her breath hitched, and a slow, filthy smile curved her mouth.

"Wanna watch me ride you, baby?" 

She whispered, "Watch your stepmom fuck herself stupid on your cock... grind down till I'm stuffed full again?"

He nodded at once. 

Yes..

As she pushed up onto her knees, straddling his hips. 

Her cunt hovered just above him... lips puffy, glistening, still slick with last night's cum and her own fresh arousal. 

She reached down, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. 

It was hot, veiny, slick with dried fluids from hours ago, and the new pre-cum beading at the tip. 

She gave it one slow stroke, thumb swirling over the head, making him hiss through his teeth.

Then she lined him up... fat cockhead kissing her entrance, nudging between her folds, she held him steady, eyes locked on his the whole time.

And sank down.

"Mmm..."

Slow at first... inch by inch...her cunt stretching around him, walls fluttering as they swallowed him whole.

A long, shaky moan spilled from her lips as her ass finally met his thighs, his cock buried to the root, pressing hard against her cervix.

"Fuck... so deep," She breathed, hips giving a tiny roll just to feel him throb inside her.

She planted her hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging in lightly.

Then, started to move, slowly, letting him see the fat softness of her ass and every slick inch of his cock sliding out of her, coated in her cream, before she sat down.

"Ohhhhh...so deep!!!"

Harder, faster... ass cheeks clapping softly against his thighs, tits bouncing heavy and free, nipples tight and dark. 

Her head tipped back a little, lips parted on a gasp, hair falling wild around her shoulders.

Up again... almost pulling off completely before dropping back down with a wet smack.

"Like this, baby?" Amidst her pounding, she panted, voice breaking on every downward thrust. "You like watching your mommy ride you... watching my ass bounce... my tits swing for you?"

"Damn yes, I do.." He groaned, hands gripping her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh where her thighs met her ass. "So, keep going... just like that... ride me hard... make those tits jump... let me feel that cunt squeeze me..."

She did as he told.

Riding him faster and harder, hips rolling in tight circles on every downstroke, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, then lifting high so he could watch her cunt swallow him again and again.

Sweat started to sheen on her skin, tits swaying wildly, ass rippling with each impact as the wet, filthy sounds of her riding him filled the room... slap-slap-slap, slick squelch, her breathy moans rising higher.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands beside his head, tits dangling right over his face as he lifted up to catch a nipple between his lips, sucking hard, tongue flicking. "Mm...oh..mm.." making her moan, hips stuttering, cunt clenching tight around him.

"God... yes... suck them... fuck... I'm so close already..."

He released her nipple with a wet pop, hands sliding up to cup her bouncing breasts, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks.

"Cum on me," He growled. "Ride me till you soak my cock... then I'm gonna flip you and fuck you into the mattress."

She whimpered at his words, then sped up again... ass slapping down harder, faster... tits swinging, cunt gripping him like a fist.

.

.

.

And just like that, the slow morning intimacy burned right back into the fire they both craved, continuing until they were interrupted by the knock on the door.

"Is it noon already?" 

Hearing the knock, Max turned to look at the time on the clock before looking at his stepmom.

"Mm..time flies fast when you're doing something you love. Right, love?"

"Mm.." Chris smiled as he pulled his cock out of her cunt, bringing out his semen and her cum with it, drenching the mattress.

"Dad."

As he opened the window and the familiar face came into his sight, Max instinctively tried to use hypnosis, but...

"So, the… lessons are still going on."

Eric's eyes flicked past him, into the room. "It’s good that you’re being so hardworking," He continued casually, rubbing his temple. "But you should take proper breaks in between. 

You two didn’t even come out for food. Good thing I brought some—otherwise you’d have gone hungry."

"...Uh."

Max froze.

Behind him, Chris was leaning against the edge of the bed, hair messy, sheets in complete disarray around her. 

She blinked once… then twice… before looking at Max.

Their eyes met.

And then, both of them smiled.

'So he’s still under hypnosis.'

No way.

'It seems I didn’t just get rewards… my mental energy increased far more than I thought.' 

He had hypnotized his dad last night.

And now it was already noon.

That meant the effect had lasted far longer than expected.

Interesting.

He decided to test it properly.

Turning back to his dad, Max spoke calmly.

"Got it. We’ll make sure to rest properly between lessons."

Eric nodded approvingly, though there were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and Max tilted his head slightly, locking gazes.

"Actually… you look really tired. 

Did you even sleep last night?"

Eric paused. "…Not much."

"Is it because we were too loud last night. That’s not good," Max continued. "Hearing things so late at night… it must’ve disturbed you."

Chris glanced at Max, immediately understanding where he was going.

"Our lessons might continue for a while," Max added. "I don’t think I could focus properly if I knew I was keeping you awake. I’d feel guilty."

"No, it’s fine," the latter replied reflexively. "I can manage."

Max shook his head.

"No, Dad. I really can’t accept that. If you push yourself because of me, it’ll weigh on my conscience. Not sleeping isn't good for your health. Why don't you stay somewhere else for a few days? So you won't be disturbed... and you can actually get some proper rest."

There was a brief silence.

Then—

"…You’re right," Eric said slowly. "Thanks, son, for caring about me so much. You're right. I shouldn't disturb you. I'll find a place to stay for a while."

Max added once again.

"By the way, if anyone asks, just say it’s for business. Not because your son is... learning sex education so late. I'm a bit ashamed of that."

Eric chuckled.

"Don’t worry, boy. I know what to do. You just learn from your mom. 

I'll make sure no one disturbs you. But take breaks in between, eat properly, stay hydrated..."

Looking at his dad, under hypnosis, accepting the fact that his son was screwing his wife, Max felt a bit guilty, before it disappeared.

Anyway, his dad couldn't handle her anyway. It's better for him to take care of her.

At this moment, Chris slid off the bed and padded up behind Max, pressing her naked body to his back, arms wrapping around his waist. 

Her chin rested on his shoulder as she looked at her husband and spoke.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure he learns everything."

Eric paused, looked back, and nodded once.

"Hearing you say that, I'm relieved."

He disappeared inside to pack a suitcase.

The moment he was gone, 

Chris locked the door and turned to Max, eyes wide.

"Isn’t this ability too powerful?"

Max nodded.

"I think so."

She stepped closer, tits brushing his chest, nipples grazing him.

"This way... You could do anything in the world. Fuck any woman you want..."

"Pretty Much."

Hearing his words, Chris smiled.

"But I'm the first one you used it on. So you were really after mommy from the start."

Max looked at her.

"Of course, can't you see how much I've been after you?"

Chris didn’t look away. "And now?" she asked quietly.

"Now," Max said, "I don’t think it should work on you anymore."

"Maybe we should try that out again."

She laughed softly, stepping into his arms as they kissed again, lips touching, tongues sliding, hands roaming. 

Chris moaned into him, grinding her soaked pussy along his cock until it was slick and shining. 

His hands roamed everywhere—squeezing her tits until they overflowed his palms, twisting her nipples until she whimpered, then dropping back down to knead her ass, fingers dipping between her cheeks to tease the tight pucker still slick from last night.

The kissing, grinding, breathing each other in—when the doorbell rang.

"Here comes another one." 

Chris muttered, 

"Let me check.." As Max walked towards the door, before looking through the pinhole, however, he saw a busty figure outside… making his mouth open.

So huge…

So fucking huge…

Those goddamn tits.

First thing his brain registered. Massive, heavy melons straining against her dress, cleavage so deep it looked like it could swallow his arm.

Then he looked up at her face, paused and reacted.

"Aunt Elli?"

Max froze for half a second, cock already twitching back to half-hard just from the sight of those obscene, pillow-soft tits threatening to burst the seams of her sundress.

Elena Collins—his stepmom’s younger sister, the one who turned every family barbecue into a quiet war of stolen glances and discreet pants adjustments.

The one who’d hugged him a little too tight the first time they met, pressing those obscene pillows against his chest while purring “my favorite nephew” in that smoky voice that went straight to his dick.

And now she was standing on the porch, medical bag in hand, looking like sin wrapped in cotton.

While his naked, cum-glazed stepmom was still behind, ready to fuck.

Just looking at her made his cock surge, going from half-hard to throbbing steel in two heartbeats at the sight of those impossible tits he’d fantasized about since he met her...

Fuck.

"Sister.."

Standing behind Max, Chris heard her stepson's words and blinked...looking into his lustful eyes, staring down at his throbbing prick, she knew this pervert was thinking about her sister.

She didn't doubt for a second that he lusted after her sister, too.

After all, the two of them were cut from the same filthy cloth—pretty faces, plump curves, heavy tits and thick asses that screamed "fuck me." There was no way any man with a pulse wouldn't want to bury himself in Elli, given half a chance.

And Chris didn't mind him lusting after her. Not one bit.

Not when she knew—with a power like hypnosis—there was zero chance he was stopping at just her. 

Although a tiny spike of jealousy twisted in her gut (he was her beloved boy, after all), she pushed it down fast. 

As long as he kept loving her, kept satisfying her greedy cunt whenever she needed it, she was more than happy to help him claim more.

She knew her sister too well anyway. Elli had the hots for Max—had for years. 

The lingering hugs, the way her eyes flicked to his crotch at family dinners, the flushed cheeks when he called her "Aunt Elli" in that deep voice. 

Chris had caught every stolen glance, so "Baby," She stepped up behind him, naked and shameless, pressing her cum-sticky body flush to his back. One arm snaked around his waist; her other hand dove straight into his sweats and wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking slow and firm while she pressed her lips to his ear. "Wanna fuck my sister?"

"What?" 

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