Help! My Mom Wants To Take Over The World! - Chapter 10

Terry gets visited by her now super powered friend, and things take an exciting turn.

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Senators from numerous states implore their global counterparts to convene an emergency gathering–

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Restaurant owner of a Greek restaurant and his ailing father miraculously survive the decimation of–

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Poll results demonstrate that nearly 60% of the country's population believes that a nuclear-based strike on Vanity Girl and her crony is justified in case they refuse to seize their onslaught –

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Vietnam and Belgium capitulate to an unknown teen girl in possession of the same powers as Vanity Girl after she effortlessly disarms their military and forces them to bow –

Click TV switches off.

Frustrated about only seeing things on tv regarding his mother's conquest of the world, Terry carelessly threw the remote against his couch, where it bounced and clattered upon the ground. With a hefty sight, he let himself plunge backward on his bed, where he blankly looked up at the ceiling.

Then, a cheerful face filled his purview, coming out of nowhere, hanging upside down from Terry's perspective.

"Morning sunshine!" The voice of a girl rang in his ears.

Out of instinct, Terry shrieked and rolled to the side to let himself fall onto the floor. As he looked up, amazement overcame him as he saw Stephanie floating in a horizontal line above his bed.

"Stephanie! What in the world?" Terry uttered, rubbing his eyes to make sure what he saw was real. His breathing stopped when he noticed her newfound beauty, which surpassed his astonishment at her anti-gravity trick.

Stephanie smiled wickedly, fluttering her eyelashes, while taking a sensual pose as she pivoted in the air. "Like what you see, mister?"

Terry scrambled to his feet while keeping his gaze fixed on his friend, captivated by Stephanie's alluring figure.

He had always loved her, but now his fantasies could never measure up to this ethereal vision before him.

As Stephanie hovered in the air flashing a predatory look while wearing a ravishing red dress that accentuated her perfect curves and a predatory look, Terry knew that no amount of fantasizing or self-pleasure could ever do justice to her divine beauty. She deserved nothing less than worship.

"I…" Terry gasped, failing to push out the words that were stuck in his throat. No need to speak. It was better to show Stephanie what he thought about her. He sank to his knees and keeled over, bringing his forehead to the floor as a sign of his admiration for her.

Stephanie tittered and descended, perching her cute butt on Terry's bed while crossing her legs. She looked down upon her friend, groveling at her feet. "My presence is that overwhelming, huh?"

She was about to say something but went mute when she saw Terry prostrating himself before Stephanie, uttering words of worship.

The door swung open, and Terry's mom walked in, looking with pleasant surprise at the scene.

"Ah! I see you two are settling into the new routine!" Clara smiled, placing her hands on her hips. She eyed Stephanie. "You can turn it off, you know."

Stephanie gave Clara a quizzical look, not knowing what her Goddess meant.

"Your Radiance of Divinity," Clara said, strolling closer to Stephanie. "A term I just came up with, by the way. It's an innate ability of our godlike existence that grows stronger with each passing day, Stephanie. It comes naturally to us as body heat does. It's an ability within us gods that becomes more powerful if we indulge in it - even if we don't realize it. Most people can't handle it. Some even become pliable and submit obediently to you, as Terry has done here." Clara eyed her son, groveling at their feet.

"Do you possess it too, Goddess? Stephanie asked.

Clara nodded in affirmation. "I can radiate it on a continental scale if I desire. On a global scale, in a matter of weeks, is my assumption. Doing so would subjugate the entire world population to my will. If I do, their only purpose would be to make me happy, even if it meant their death."

"Why aren't you using it then, Goddess?" Stephanie said with a hint of hesitation. "I mean, not that I want to second-guess your set-out policy to surmount this obstacle of subjugating the world to your will. But wouldn't it be simpler and easier to accomplish using this power rather than through violent conquest?"

"Yes, it would. Much easier. But where is the fun in that, hmm?" Clara smiled wickedly at her protégé. "If I have to believe the news reports, you have single-handedly subdued two countries and got them to swear fealty to me, am I correct?"

Stephanie nodded, unable to withhold herself from grinning with pride. "Yes, Goddess, I did."

"And how was it?" Clara asked. "How did it feel to obligate millions of people into doing something they wouldn't ever have done of their own accord?"

"It was… kinda sad," Stephanie said, but quickly continued in another direction upon noticing a glint of disappointment on her Goddess's face. "But also incredibly thrilling!" That put a smile on her Goddess's lips, inspiring Stephanie to continue. "They were powerless to stop me, and most, if not all, were so much taken with my appearance! Even the ones who weren't into girls!"

"They worship you, hun. Just like you worship me." Clara said and planted her boot on the edge of her son's bed with a loud clang. Stephanie stared in awe as Clara lifted the fabric of her skirt, unveiling the glistening expanse of her athletic thigh. "Kiss it," Clara commanded.

Stephanie did not need another motivator. She leaned forward and dipped her lips against the warm skin of Clara's leg, planting kisses on it.

Clara shivered with delight and guided Stephanie towards her fanny as she commanded under passionate breath, "Lick it."

Stephanie complied without question. Her fingers gently groped about, skimming over the smooth skin of Clara's leg before pulling aside her Goddess's underwear to reveal her glistening vulva. Without hesitation, Stephanie's tongue rolled out and found its target: Clara's clitoris.

With an askance look, Clara peeked at her son, Terry, who was still remarkably busy glorifying his super-powered crush. He either hadn't noticed what was happening above him due to his fervent prayer, or he had noticed but decided – as a loyal subordinate should –that it wasn't his place to get involved or shout out an opinion about it.

"I worship you," Stephanie heaved while grasping Clara's thighs as she pressed her face further into her Goddess' vagina to pleasure her with her tongue.

Clara's head whipped in her neck as she pushed out a long relishing moan. "Faster, honey," she said, gripping Stephanie's hair tightly and pushing her face further into her precious area. "Eat it."

A thundering rumble rocked the house violently, shaking it to its foundations.

Clara's home was being bombarded by a relentless barrage of bombs as airplanes roared overhead, dropping their deadly payload in a kilometers-wide radius to set everything ablaze. Yet Clara's home was safe and shielded from the chaos by her supernatural powers.

Stephanie whipped up the intensity, licking faster and harder, sending shivers of pleasure through Clara with every stroke. Clara's moans became increasingly desperate as Stephanie steadily drew her closer to an explosive climax.

The roar of bombs crashing around them intensified, shaking the walls until they shuddered and groaned in protest.

Outside, terrified screams filled the air as people were incinerated and blasted to pieces. Despite this horrific carnage and his mother's cries of ecstasy, Terry kept up his fervent prayers and worship of Stephanie, pressing kisses into the dirt at her feet.

Terry's mom was coming, violently and hard. Her screams vibrated the fabric of the universe itself as her nails scratched the invulnerable skin of Stephanie's back. It elicited a wave of spasm in Clara's body as her back arched backward while her throat unleashed an unholy scream that blasted the house's roof off into space. In mere seconds, it flew up and joined the collection of other human-made debris orbiting the planet.

Breathing deeply from her celestial pleasure, Clara firmly grasped Stephanie's chin and lifted her head until their eyes met. "I have chosen wisely. I'm sure now. Come, soar off and make me proud, my protégé!"

Stephanie gave a bow of respect before shooting up toward the sky. Like an angelic warrior, she flew straight through wave after wave of warplanes, engaging the callous airplanes who dared to disrupt her Goddess, obliterating them all with beams of energy from her eyes. The planes stood no chance against her might.

As Clara watched with pride at Stephanie twirling around like a deadly hurricane, obliterating one plane after another, her adoring gaze shifted to Terry, who was still prostrate on his knees, beseeching his divine heroine. And her smile faded.

"Get up," her voice commanded, compelling Terry to cease his prayers and stand up straight. "I want you to prepare yourself for your role in the new world, son."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Terry said. "I'm going to become some sort of priest of a religion revolving around you."

"Not anymore!" Clara spat. "You're too spineless for that. And besides, I have something better to do for you."

Terry arched a brow. "Like what?"

"Like…" Clara stepped forward. Terry flinched as his mom reached out her hands to him, but he eased when she merely hugged him. "being a son to me. I love you, no matter what." She gave him a peck on the cheek before blasting off into the sky to join the fray.