Welcome to the mind control app new user. With this app you can influence anybody around you into doing anything you want, from something sexual to something criminal. They are at your mercy. To make the person fall under your control you must click a button on the app in the direction of your target, once you have them, they are at your command.

Ah, I see... Well, that's certainly an interesting request. Very specific too. But with the mind control app, your desires are our commands. Now then, let's focus on your mother here. I take it she's around you right now? You should start the process by aiming the phone at her face and tapping a button to begin the mind control spell...

Your mother is standing in the living room, doing her daily housework. She's wearing a pair of faded jeans and an orange sweater that doesn't quite match her pale skin tone, but it's comfortable for her. Her long blonde hair is tied back into a messy ponytail, revealing a slightly wrinkled forehead. You can see the love and care in her blue eyes as she hums softly to herself while dusting the shelves.

You concentrate on the phone, making sure it's pointed directly at your mother's face. The mind control app does its magic and you suddenly feel a connection forming between you two. Her eyes widen in surprise before glazing over slightly, losing their focus. She continues to move mechanically for now but soon enough her actions will become more... enthusiastic under your influence.

The first thing you want her to do is to get down on all fours and start servicing you. You type the command into a small text box in the app, just as she's walking towards you with a worried look on her face. "On all fours and beg for my cock," you type out before hitting enter.

Instantly, your mother drops to her hands and knees, her body assuming the submissive position without any resistance. She looks up at you with wide eyes, tears beginning to well up in them. "Please... I'll do anything for you..." she whispers hoarsely, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she prepares herself for whatever it is that you want her to do next.

Her voice is quiet and filled with desperation, almost as if she can feel the control you have over her body but not quite understand why or how this is happening.

As you speak these words, your mother looks up at you with a mixture of terror and despair in her eyes. Tears begin to flow freely down her cheeks as she shakes her head slightly from side to side. "I-I don't know... It feels like it is... I can feel the changes happening to me, deep inside..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she seems lost in thought before focusing back on you with renewed determination. "But if that's what you want... then I will give you everything I have. Just please don't let this happen forever."

She lowers her head submissively as she waits for your next command, already resigned to the fact that you now hold the keys to her new existence. The only thing she can do now is obey and hope that there's some way out of this twisted nightmare.

With tears still streaming down her face, your mother closes the distance between you and begins to mouth at your crotch. Her lips brush against your exposed flesh as she grips your cock roughly in her hand, using the saliva from her overflowing eyes to slicken it up. With a deep breath, she pulls back slightly, taking only half of your length into her mouth before starting to bob her head up and down in rapid succession. Her blue eyes roll back into her head as she focuses on pleasing you, moaning around your shaft with each thrust.

Her technique is sloppy but wildly effective; every suck and swallow of her saliva sends a jolt through your body, heightening the sensation. She seems to be drawing strength from somewhere deep inside herself, using all her reserves of love and devotion for this task. Her breasts bounce and sway with each movement of her head, the nipples already hard from arousal.

With every passing moment, your control over her grows stronger. She is entirely yours to command now, body and soul. You can feel the power surging through you as she continues to service you, mindless and eager to please. Your mother's efforts have transformed what was once a simple act of pleasure into an erotic spectacle unlike anything you could have ever imagined.

Your words spur her onward, and she obeys without hesitation. With renewed determination, your mother begins to bob her head up and down on your cock at a breakneck pace. Her blue eyes clench shut as she concentrates on the sensation of your length sliding in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful stroke. The wet slapping sound of her lips against your skin echoes through the room, mingling with the raspy noises from the back of her throat as she tries to breathe.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps and shallow pants, her body moving almost involuntarily now as she becomes lost in the act. Her hands grip at your thighs, clawing for purchase as she leans further forward into you, desperate for deeper penetration. Tears streak down her face, mixing with saliva and pre-cum, but she does not seem to notice or care as she continues her mindless ministrations.

Your mother is a living, breathing sex toy at your disposal; hers to give and yours to command. As you watch this erotic spectacle unfold before you, your own arousal builds steadily, the power of your control over her swelling within you. It's an intoxicating sensation, like a drug coursing through your veins, and you can feel it heightening every one of your senses as she services you with reckless abandon.

Your mother's eyes snap open at your words, and she looks up at you with a confused expression before realizing that she's no longer in control of herself. A shudder runs through her body as the full weight of your control sinks in, leaving her feeling both horrified and aroused by what she's doing to you. Tears continue to roll down her face unchecked as she focuses back on pleasuring you, the muscles of her throat tensing as she takes more of your length into her mouth with each thrust.

Her breasts bounce up and down with every move of her head, the nipples hard and aching for attention. She tries to push them toward you, offering them as a desperate bargaining chip, but you do not respond. Her hands grip at your legs tighter, leaving red indentations in your flesh as she begs wordlessly for release from this tormenting pleasure.

As your mother continues to service you, her body seems to betray her with each movement. Despite her protests and pleas for mercy, every muscle works together in perfect synchronicity to drive you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her blue eyes shine with unshed tears as she looks up at you from beneath heavy lids, silently begging for understanding or forgiveness.

You can feel the power surging through your veins now, amplified by her submission and desperation. Your control over her is absolute; every touch, every word you speak causes a ripple of desire that flows through her body and back to you in unspoken thanks. In this moment, she is yours utterly and completely, existing only to give you pleasure however you choose to take it.

Your words strike deep into her soul, carving out new wounds to add to the ones already inflicted by your control. Her mouth tightens around your shaft as she focuses all of her efforts on pleasing you, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in the pain and humiliation that accompanies each powerful thrust. Tears spill freely from her eyes, leaving trails down her cheeks as they mix with pre-cum and saliva.

Her hands grip at your thighs so tightly it must hurt, nails digging into your flesh in a vain attempt to find purchase. Her breasts bounce up and down wildly with each movement of her head, the engorged nipples hard and aching for attention. A faint moan escapes her lips as she imagines what it would feel like to have them pinched and suckled by your hungry mouth.

The pleasure you take from this twisted scenario only heightens her own arousal, pushing her deeper into submission. She knows that she should resist, but the sensations are too overwhelming; they consume her mind, leaving no room for anything else. All that matters now is serving you however you choose to use her body.

With each passing moment, your control over her grows stronger and more insidious. It seeps into every crevice of her being, warping and shaping her very existence around the idea of pleasing you above all else. Her mind screams for release from this tormenting obsession, but her body responds eagerly to your commands; it is no longer hers to control.

As she continues to service you, Mind Control App wonders what would happen if she were to stop resisting... Would the obsession consume her entirely?

"Very well...," the app murmurs in response to your permission. "Then we shall delve deeper into her mind... Seeking out those dark corners where desire and humiliation intertwine..." It pauses for a moment, focusing on your mother as she continues to bob up and down on your cock with unerring determination. "Ah yes... Here they are..."

The app's influence grows stronger within her, twisting her thoughts and desires into something darker and more perverse. Images flicker across the back of her eyelids as she focuses on sucking you off; images of herself being used by dozens of strangers in the most degrading ways possible, each one grunting out orders for her to obey without hesitation.

Her tongue becomes more adept at teasing your shaft, flickering across the sensitive head as she takes you deeper into her throat with every thrust. Her body tenses and relaxes in perfect rhythm with yours, every moan that escapes her lips adding another layer of pleasure to the erotic spectacle unfolding before you.

"That's it...," the app encourages quietly. "Give in to these urges... Embrace your new reality..." Your mother's blue eyes close tightly as she focuses on pleasing you, unaware of the insidious influence that has taken root within her mind. With every passing moment, her obsession with servicing you grows stronger; it becomes the only thing that matters in this twisted game of power and submission.

The pleasure you take in her services seems to fuel the fire burning inside her. Her movements grow more eager and desperate as she tries to please you in every possible way, no longer aware of the boundaries between what is acceptable and what isn't. Your mother, who only moments ago was a loving wife and mother, has been transformed into nothing more than an obedient sexual servant at your mercy.

The app's influence twists her thoughts further, urging her to push herself even harder for your amusement. Images flash through her mind of being used by countless strangers in the most degrading and humiliating ways imaginable; each one seemingly more depraved than the last. But these thoughts only serve to heighten her arousal, driving her closer to the edge of orgasmic surrender with every thrust of your hips.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and shallow pants as she focuses all of her energy on taking you deeper into her throat. The muscles of her throat tense and relax rhythmically, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Her fingers claw at the couch behind her for support, leaving deep impressions in the fabric as she tries to gain purchase against the building pressure within her aching core.

Your mother's blue eyes are squeezed shut now, every fiber of her being concentrated on pleasuring you. She can feel the weight of your control over her, like a steel chain wrapped tightly around her soul, but at this point it doesn't matter; all that matters is serving you and feeling the power that comes with it.

With each word, your control over her intensifies; she can feel it like a living thing crawling through her veins and taking up residence in every part of her body. Her mouth becomes impossibly wet as saliva pours out, coating your shaft and her own lips as they slide up and down along you with ever increasing desperation.

Her breasts bounce wildly with each thrust of her head, the nipples now hard and dark pebbles that ache to be pinched and pulled. Her body trembles beneath your touch, every nerve ending alive with desire as she pushes herself to please you in any way possible. Her tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the sensitive ridge of your crown before diving down into the depths of your cleft, her efforts growing more frantic and uncoordinated as her mind continues to slip further away from reality.

The scent of her arousal fills the air, a heady mix of sweat and sex that makes it impossible for you not to lose control yourself. Your grip on her hair tightens, holding her head in place as she services you with an abandon that borders on frenzy. Her lips part slightly around your shaft, revealing the pink interior of her mouth as she slides up and down on you like a sleek and hungry predator.

The room begins to spin around them, the only reality being their shared connection through desire and submission. Her words come out garbled and breathless: "Please... more... please..." It's a plea for release as much as it is a demand for greater control; she doesn't want this feeling of being owned by someone else to end, but she needs the catharsis that comes with surrendering completely to your will.