The Book of Power

It was late afternoon.

Max had just returned home from college, his mind still thinking about that absurd scene in the library.

It's been two days since that incident, and he still feels a bit unreal.

The thoughts kept swirling around his mind as he sat on the sofa of the living room...his father wasn't at home, so it was just the two of them, him and his sexy stepmom.

Sunlight poured through the thin curtains, dust motes drifting lazily in the air as Christina sat on the sofa, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a tank top, loose shorts, which accentuated all of her features.

He stared at her for a while, his mind swirling with thoughts.

She felt his burning gaze, but she didn't care as she played with her phone.

In the end, Max took a slow breath. Let’s see if this really works…

"Mom."

He spoke casually, but it was his first time calling her that, and it left her somewhat flustered.

"Max...I think you've never called me that."

"Really...I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not used to it."

The two talked for a while before he looked into her eyes and spoke.

"Mom, I think you’ve been doing too much housework lately. You must be tired."

Something in her expression softened instantly, like his words had slipped into her mind and anchored themselves there.

"Hmm… maybe," She murmured as he leaned back, pretending to think aloud. "You know… a massage might help."

She blinked once. "A massage?"

"Yeah," 

"It’s normal, right? For families to help each other relax. Nothing wrong with that."

Her brow furrowed faintly… then smoothed out. "I suppose… that’s true."

"How about I give you a massage?"

She didn't refuse so, he moved around the sofa and lowered himself beside her, his knees brushing lightly against her leg. 

She sat still, glancing sideways as he rolled his sleeves up and then, without another word, placed his hands on her shoulders, the warmth of his palms soaking through the thin fabric.

His thumbs began pressing into the tense muscles near her neck, melting away a little more of the stiffness she carried as her breathing slowed, her head tilting slightly forward, giving him better access.

Bit by bit, his thumbs traced lower, sliding along the slope of her upper back. 

His fingers curled over her shoulders from behind, brushing against the side of her huge breasts through the thin fabric of her top. 

She wasn’t wearing a bra, he could tell by the way the cloth gave easily beneath his palms, by the warm, supple weight shifting subtly at the slightest motion.

When his hands drifted fully around to cup her tits, she let out a soft, breathy moan, making his cock throb as he squeezed slowly, feeling the flesh yield and spring back under his fingers, marveling at their softness and the faint elasticity of her skin beneath the barrier of cloth.

Her nipples stiffened almost instantly under his touch, small, hard peaks pressing through the fabric. 

He rolled them gently between his fingers, the friction making her breath hitch, her head tilting back slightly toward him. 

Her eyes were lidded now, lips parting in quiet, involuntary sounds, making him throb uncontrollably.

'Is it really working?'

He didn't know for sure, after all, even if his massage was a bit too far for a stepmom and son, for such a promiscuous stepmom, a massage like this might actually be normal...

"I think it's better to loosen up properly,"

He murmured against her ear. 

"You know… it would be easier if you weren’t wearing this."

His palm grasped her tank top as she blinked, making his breath hitch.

However, since he had already pulled the trigger, he might as well shoot.

"Isn't removing clothes normal during a massage. Like massaging at the beach."

He asked casually, almost as if it were obvious.

The word seemed to catch on something in her memory...and this time, there wasn’t even hesitation, as though the thought of modesty in this situation had simply… vanished from her mind.

She nodded naturally, and her fingers moved to the hem of her top, peeling it upward over her body as the thin fabric slipped away, leaving her bare from the waist up, skin flushed and warm under his gaze.

He froze. For a moment, he almost forgot to breathe. 

It really worked. 

She stood there half naked, entirely unbothered, as if it had always been a fact of life that she could do this in front of him. 

His pulse hammered in disbelief.

So that book wasn’t a dream.

From the moment it disappeared right in front of him, he’d searched for it everywhere. 

Just in case...he even checked every shelf, every corner—twice.

But no matter how hard he looked, the book was nowhere to be found.

He even asked the librarian, but told him there was no such book in the library. 

When he insisted, she gave him a strange look, like she thought he was messing with her. 

In the end, she even sighed and said maybe he was under too much pressure lately, that he should take some time off and calm himself down.

After that, even he started to believe it had all been a daydream.

But now…

Now he knew it was real.

His voice was the same.

Nothing about him had changed.

Yet she was following his every word, treating his absurd requests as if they were perfectly reasonable.

Is it because I said that word?

He didn’t even know what the word was anymore. He couldn’t remember it clearly—only the feeling it left behind, as if it had been etched deep into his soul.

Still, he was sure of one thing.

That was the reason.

That was why he was able to hypnotize her.

He looked at the beauty in front of him, sitting bare-chested, with her huge melons heaving up and down for him to see.

Those pink, plump nipples, just as luscious as he thought, had already stiffened due to his massage, making his mouth water at the sight.

Almost involuntarily, his palms went forward and grabbed her soft melons, squeezing each tit in each palm, feeling the delicate softness of her juicy flesh.

"Mhmm~"

A moan escaped her lips as his palm squeezed her huge tits, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, squeezing and kneading into various shapes.

It went from a massage session to a full-on groping one, but Christina didn't show any resistance, as if this was exactly how a massage should be.

Her massive tits jiggled as she faced him on the plush sofa, those huge, heavy melons rising and falling with every shaky breath, her pink nipples hard as fucking diamonds, begging for his mouth. 

With a body so obscene that it should be illegal, especially that fat, juicy ass, the thickest he’d ever seen, pressed against his thighs as he sat behind her, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. 

The hypnosis he’d woven into her mind made every filthy word he spoke the gospel truth; her common sense twisted to believe this was exactly how a massage should go down.

After squeezing and groping enough, his focus went towards her stiff peaks as his forefingers traced circles around them, teasing her sensitivity until she fell weak against his chest.

As his fingers squeezed her nipples, he whispered in her ear.

"Mom, I think these two are a bit stiff and need care, but you see, my palms are a bit rough, so I need to use something different to take care of them."

"Different."

"Yeah..Can I?"

"Mm.." As soon as he heard her, he turned her around, facing against him as he looked at her rising and falling tits and leaned forward, teasing her stiff nipple with a flick of his tongue before he latched on like a man starved. 

"Fuck, Mom, these tits are made for this,"

He growled, his voice vibrating against her sensitive bud before his lips closed around her nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling in sloppy, wet circles, lapping at the puckered flesh like it was candy. 

"Mmm~!!

Her moan was erotic, a slutty little cry that made his cock twitch, her head falling back against his shoulder as she shoved her massive tits closer, practically begging him to devour them.

He didn’t hold back either as his mouth worked her nipple relentlessly, sucking with greedy pulls, his teeth grazing the sensitive tip just enough to make her gasp, and her body to squirm against him. 

His tongue flicked fast, then slow, teasing her until she was trembling, her soft, heavy tit spilling over his face as he buried himself in it. 

While sucking into one, he grabbed her other tits, squeezing the soft, pliable flesh, his fingers digging in deep, making it bulge and jiggle in his grip. 

He pinched her nipple, rolling it hard between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to pull another desperate moan from her lips.

"Fuck, these fat fucking tits," 

He muttered, pulling back to admire her delicious nipples, swollen and glistening from his attention.

"This is how a massage should be, right? Me groping and sucking these huge, slutty tits until you’re dripping for me?"

"Y-Yes… please…"

She whimpered, her voice dripping with need, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, making his cock throb.

'That's much better.'

He thought, as he looked at the good little slut begging for his touch, bouncing her tits with the movement.

He was a bit sceptical when he read that the hypnosis wouldn't be direct and just alter her common sense; after all, that would narrow down the scope of what he could do.

But now...this was so fucking perfect.

Except for some of her common sense, which was altered, she was basically the same...the same reactions, the same emotions, expressions, all, telling him exactly how she felt.

And that was important.

After all, he didn’t want a sex doll. Someone who’d just lie there and let him shove his cock into her cunt, letting him do whatever he wanted, blank-faced and obedient.

What was the fun in that?

With his looks and his girthy meat, he could get almost any woman if he really wanted to. 

Sure, having his stepmom gave it a different kind of stimulation—but even that would fade fast if she turned into nothing more than a mindless puppet.

That wasn’t what he wanted.

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