Institute of Apotheosis Research Ch. 65

The Institute of Apotheosis Research

Incestuous Mind Control Spreads 7: The Gods' Slutty Mommies

Adam - The God of Gods Ophiuchus

The twelves gods--Alex and Alexis were one god in two bodies--resonated.

They hummed with the power of their Signs. I could feel it resonating through the spiritual medium that all thoughts sang out. It was how the halos worked. They permitted a human mind to force another to vibrate at the same wavelength.

Like re-tuning a guitar.

Only a human had millions of strings that each held different ideas. Change a few, the important ones, and it would affect the harmony they sang. That was what the lesser gods did. We could change far, far more.

And all the pieces were in place.

The drones and the communication gear were the perfect vehicle for a global resonance. One of the drones each flew over each of the gods. They would gather the Gods' signals and use the US Government's vast array of communications satellites to cover the entire globe.

In one swoop, Apotheosis.

The re-tuning of the entire race to our will.

I held my sister-wife's hand. Eve, her new existence, smiled at me as the twelve signals rippled and merged, echoing together to affect different parts of the globe. To imprint each of the god's song onto the region while creating a vast harmony that sang to us.

The combined belief of all seven and a half billion humans suddenly believing in Eve and I swept over us. That level of spiritual consciousness, that vast focus of an entire specie's psychic powers, filled us. Ascended us.

Apotheosis.

Eve and I became radiant beings of flight. Enlightened entities far beyond any yogi or blessed madman had ever been. We left behind the material and became beings of untapped potential. Energy that resonated with the frequency of existence.

The entire universe opened u before us.

~ ** ~

Eve - The Goddess of Gods Ophiuchus

Together with my reborn husband-brother, we ascended.

When I first met Henry Peter Blavatsky, I had recognized such a singular soul in him. Together, we had expanded our minds with psychotropics. The secret drugs of shaman and the most potent concoctions of the laboratory.

We had come up with a plan. Glimpsed it. Apotheosis.

Henry and I delved into the occult and into science equally to find a way to make ourselves into gods. We used the greedy CIA and other government agencies that wished to harness these powers to exert their own control on the world. They funded us.

Instead of helping them take over, we found a better way.

Our way.

To achieve our goal, we had to die and be reborn as the fruits of two of our lesser goddesses. The god split in twain. Gemini. Thus was I, Alicia Bailey, reborn as Eve, the feminine half of the God of Gods Ophiuchus.

I spun with my other half as we swelled into omnipotence.

The entire world changed. All of mankind had been rewritten onto a new path of sexual freedom and pace. No more wars or hatred or jealousy. No more pain or suffering. Murder, rape, betrayal. All the evils of free will were ripped from them and replaced with new paths to follow.

Different paths would lead to different ways of thinking. Loving ways. Caring ways. What the Demiurge broke, we repaired. Once more, the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine were welded as one.

The Platonic Perfection achieved. The beauty of Apotheosis had arrived. I clutched my soulmate as we rose to that highest plane and saw all.

~ ** ~

Alexis - The Goddess Gemini, One Year After Apotheosis

I stepped into the grand meeting hall of the Gods. Formerly the UN in New York City. It was the divided city. Each of us had ended up with parts of the city as our domain, our own neighborhoods that reflected our own individual tastes as gods. Because of that, it served as a useful place for us to meet and discuss the events of the world.

A year had passed. A year of peace. Of global cooperation unlike any that had ever been seen. Stockpiles of weapons melted down for scrap. Nuclear weapons decommissioned. Embracing new power sources and new ways of seeing things.

A global harmony that saw the end of starvation.

There was still disease and sickness and accidents, but there were no murders. No more rapes or assaults. No more rich preying off the poor. Money had no value when everyone understood how to work toward the common goal.

I walked in on my brother's arm. It was so wonderful to be with him. We were forever united, our minds interwoven. We both resonated with unity. His will was my will. I served him how was proper for twins to act.

For brothers and sisters.

Men and women.

We were made for each other. Made to fit in such wonderful and wicked ways.

We were the God in Twain. Gemini. I loved that. The other gods were singular, though two had fallen in love which was beautiful. We all were developing our powers, finding new ways to use the spiritual resonance the halos had given us.

"Looks like we're first," I said telepathically as we reached the table in the center of the room. It had thirteen chairs laid out, two very close to each other. Our Zodiac sign was worked into the round table. My brother pulled back my seat. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome," he answered, his thoughts caressing mine.

I shuddered as I sat down in my seat. He took the one by me.

Libra entered next. She held a baby in her arms that she suckled as she entered. A motherly goddess who believed sons should love their mothers and obey them in everything. The baby in her hand was her newest son.

As well as her dead husband reincarnated. She had learned how to bring back the dead. The man she loved would be her son. It seemed so fitting for her. She looked happy as her entourage, her two other sons, were accompanied by their own wives, girls chosen by her.

A mother's prerogative.

"Gemini," Libra said as she took her seat. "Oh, you're a hungry one, aren't you?"

She smiled as she stared down at her son.

"I bet he is," said Ares. He had his harem of daughters, young women, his old wife, and his new. They took their seats together. He was a fatherly man with a powerful physique. "It's a joy watching my daughters suckle my children."

"Mmm, raising daughters for you to love?" asked Libra.

"Just like you're raising sons." Ares grinned as he took his seat.

"Sadly, we can't breed new mothers," Virgo said as she came in arm and arm with her husband Sagittarius. "You only ever get one."

I nodded. My mother and father were here with us. Mother wore her slave collar and was happily sucking on Dad's cock. I could feel the pleasure he took in having his wife serve him. The last year had been so magical.

Sagittarius held the chair for Virgo like a gentleman. Their seats were next to each other, but not close like mine was with my brother's. His hand rested on my thigh now in such a familiar way. He stroked up and down me.

Leo was a god I understood. He believed that brothers should love their sisters. It was his message that had inspired my brother and me. I remembered those heady days watching the new gods receive the halo and seeing what they would do with their power.

Such a heady time.

Taurus came in with his mother-wife. She was heavily pregnant and glowing, so excited to have her son's baby. He was similar in outlook to Sagittarius, except instead of treating his mother like a whore and passing her out among his followers, the "Doctrine of Mommy Swapping," Taurus preached sons should marry their daughters and women should have children as soon as possible until they had a son to raise. Young men were encouraged to breed their sisters, daughters, friends, and even strange women to give them sons while loving their mothers.

It was an interesting way his territory was run.

So was Scorpio, the first to receive the halo. A lesbian, men were used for labor and breeding. They served their lesbian mistresses happily. Any woman who was deemed "bad" was given to them for purpose of satiating their lusts. They were fucked over and over again, but were happily experiencing that delight.

It was a different way to run things.

Aquarius might have been the bizarre one. Women were BDSM property of the men of the house. Fathers, brothers, uncles. Only when they became mothers, could they start dominating the younger generation of daughters. But always beneath the men.

The Goddess so embraced it, she crawled like a bitch behind her daddy-dom. She was gagged, her body wrapped up in rope, and had weights clamped into her nipples that swung as she walked. She had such pain tolerance to endure that. She didn't even sit on her chair. No, she sat on her daddy's lap like a puppy. He would remove the ball gag when it was time for the meeting.

He was still just a mortal, after all.

Pisces, on the other hand, had one of the most normal ideas. Free love. Just fuck who you want without jealousy. It didn't matter about love. Though a lesbian, she hadn't turned her world into a female-dominated place. It was one of equality. Families loving families. Wife swapping. Public orgies were very common.

Capricorn marched in, a man who believed in faithful wives. Good wives. Cheating wives had to be punished. Daughters could become good wives to their daddies. A man could have more than one wife. It was a system that in a generation or two would be full of monogamous, heterosexual couples.

And that was his prerogative as a god.

Not Cancer's territory. The woman marched in like a queen with her husband and son crawling behind her, both leashed and collared. She dressed like a BDSM dominatrix, her heeled boots giving her a sway. Men were worms in her territory, slaves to their women and utterly devoted to pleasing them. Lesbianism was encouraged. Women raised their sons to please them and trained their daughters how to dominate their fathers.

I hated it. Women should serve their men. That was the proper way. Aquarius, and twisted as her version was with all its hardcore BDSM, was still far better than Cancer. But we were all equal. We did not get to attack each other's ideas.

The Gods of Gods had made sure of that. We couldn't. We had to help each other. Work together. That was why we were all here. All gathered around this table, equals. Cancer sat down and our monthly meeting would begin.

With every continent divided between us, even every country split into twelfths, we were all mixed. It was on purpose to make sure we always had to work together. We had to coordinate production. Make sure resources were being spread out evenly.

The transition to this new world was amazing, but ruling it could be tedious. But we were better than all the rest of mankind. Gods who had ascended. It was our duty to make sure that it ran efficiently. The Gods of Gods had given us this world while they had the entire universe to govern. Secrets to uncover.

We discussed trade. Some of us traded followers. There were always those who might be more suited for another God's territory. It was all civil. We had servants deliver us reports while we voted on matters and made sure the world kept spinning.

I knew they were happy with this new future. Proud of how we nurtured the earth and turned it into such a sexual paradise.

~ ** ~

Alex - The God Gemini

Hours later, when the monthly meeting was broken up, the others rose to return to their domains and their amusements. There were so many new people to meet. It was fun moving around our territory and meeting all the pairs of twin brothers and sisters.

And even triplets with one brother and two sisters. Those were truly magical couples.

Sagittarius and Virgo approached. He was a tall and nerdy-looking guy with messy hair. His real name was Henry Archer, but we were beyond humans. Virgo, Cherry Archer, was a Korean cutie with a round face and perky tits.

"Hey, stud-muffin and I," Cherry said, clinging to her husband's arm, "we're wondering if you want to do some mother swapping. You fuck our mothers, and we fuck yours."

"That sounds like fine," my twin sister Alexis thought in my mind. "Let's do it!"

"Sure," I said. "That sounds like fun. You two do have some hot mothers."

"And your mother is just delicious," said Henry. "Damn, I want to ram my cock into her pussy and flood her cunt while she eats out my Cherry."

"Then I get to eat her sloppy mommy-cunt out while getting reamed by stud-muffin here!" Cherry grinned. She turned around and snapped her fingers. Their two mothers rushed up. Mrs. Archer was a gorgeous MILF with curly, black hair and big boobs. Her dark-red nipples thrust out before her and beaded with breast milk.

So did Mrs. Kang, Cherry's mother. The Korean MILF had large breasts that looked so naughty on her slender and petite frame. She had a thick bush--they both did--dripping with pussy cream and such an eager look on her eyes.

"Lactating breasts?" I asked. "Did you breed them?"

"I figured out how to make any woman's breasts lactate," said Henry. "We do it to all the mothers in her club."

"We'll do it to your mother, if you want," purred Cherry, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Please, please, please, say yes!" Alexis whimpered, her thoughts almost making me wince with her intensity.

"Do it," I said.

"Enjoy," Henry said and headed off to where our Mom was with our dad. I looked over my shoulder and nodded to them. "Mom, do what Sagittarius and Virgo say. They are going to fuck you so hard."

She couldn't answer me, but she could hear my command.

"Mmm, aren't you two just adorable," said Mrs. Archer. She threw her arm around me. "I could just kiss you!"

She did kiss me.

I groaned as the MILF planted her mouth on mine. Her lips thrust into my mouth, my hard cock throbbing against her belly. Her big boobs rubbed against me. I loved the feel of those tits on mine. And those wet nubs.

I pushed her back to the table, my dick throbbing. I had to enjoy those big boobs. I hefted her tits. I raised them up and ducked my head down. I latched onto her nipple and suckled. I groaned as her creamy milk squirted into my mouth.

"Oh, that's it, honey," she cooed. "I know you Gods are so voracious for a mother's milk. You all love fucking us MILFs."

I nodded.

"And you fuck your mother, too," she purred. "I can tell. That's good. Sons should make love to their mothers. We're just big sluts that need our sons' dicks. All young men's dicks. We're just made that way. Ooh, and your sister is suckling hard on Mi-Suk's tit. I bet she's loving the breast milk."

"So good," sent my sister. "This is so good! Oh, Alex, are you loving nursing from your MILF as much as I'm loving nursing from my?"

"Definitely," I answered her, the flavor of the breast milk so delicious.

Creamy and warm. And so sweet. I closed my eyes, savoring the flavor as it squirted into my mouth. More of it melted down my throat. How exciting. The aftertaste was like a melon. Honeydew or cantaloupe.

Superb.

I could just nurse from her all day long. Mrs. Archer's hand stroked through my short hair. She hummed in such a motherly way as I nursed from her. It was rather exciting. A quiver shot through me as I kept nursing.

What a wonderful thrill to enjoy this delight. I drank from her breast milk. I swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of her motherly treat. My cock was so hard to fuck her, but I wanted to more than fuck her.

I wanted to love her.

Mothers were so important. I loved my mother. She was a submissive woman who submitted to Dad and me. It was exciting to flick my tongue around her nipple as I thought about the other treats she had.

The other delights her motherly body had to offer. My cock twitched as I popped my mouth off her nipple. She stared down at me, her eyes brows arching in delight. I grinned at her. She knew what I wanted. Mothers always did.

"Mmm, don't you worry," she cooed, "my pussy is nice and clean. You can get it all dirty after you've devoured me."

"Oh, yes," I groaned, so eager to do just that. I wanted to slide into her pussy. She had birthed a god, too. She was practically holy.

I slid to my knees before her. She quivered as she submitted to my lusts and parted her thighs. Her black, trimmed bush brimmed with her spicy juices. I breathed in that wonderful aroma. It was just what I needed to inhale.

I nuzzled my face into her pussy. I licked and lapped at her cunt with powerful hunger. My tongue flicked through her folds. She gasped as I devoured her pussy. The motherly woman groaned, her large tits jiggling.

"Mmm, that is some good pussy to wash down the breast milk," I sent to my twin sister.

"I bet," she answered, still nursing from Mrs. Kang's breast. "This is so delicious. You nursed from me quite a bit, but I didn't get that same thrill."

"Drink your fill," I said telepathically as I thrust my tongue into Mrs. Archer's pussy.

She gasped, her pussy clenching down on my tongue. I danced it around in her, loving the taste of her. She was so yummy. Just delicious to enjoy. My tongue flicked through her folds. She gasped, her back arching as feasted on her.

I loved her curls tickling my face. It was always a delight to eat out a woman with pubic hair. Right now, I was enjoying her while I knew Mom was pleasuring the two gods. I bet she had her face buried in Cherry's pussy while Henry pounded her cunt.

Mom would love that.

Just as I loved this pussy. I danced my tongue around in her, glad to have this swap with them. I fucked my tongue in deep. I danced it around in her pussy, soaking in her spicy flavor. I wanted her to shudder and cum on my mouth. I wanted to drown in her motherly juices.

I flicked my tongue to her clit. I stroked over her bud. She groaned as I did that. Her big boobs shook. She grabbed them and kneaded them. Milk beaded at her nubs. She lifted one to her lips and nursed herself.

That naughty MILF.

"Enjoy," I told her and suckled on her clit.

She winked at me as I worshiped her bud. I nibbled on her with my lips as she suckled hard on her nipples. She gasped in delight, her passion echoing around her. It was a thrill to hear her moan like that. I suckled on her with all my might, her spicy cream trickling down my chin.

She trembled as I devoured her pussy. That was the true thrill of eating a woman's cunt until she climaxed. It was leading her to a moment of rapture. Guiding her to her ecstasy. I built the orgasm that they enjoy.

Then they are so eager to please me.

"Oh, you're such a wonderful god," she groaned. "Gemini."

My sister popped her mouth off Ms. Kang's pussy and pushed the Korean woman down to her knees. "You'll be screaming out in worship of him, Mrs. Archer."

A smile crossed her lips. "Yes, I will."

I flicked my tongue through her folds and stroked her clit again. I danced around her bud. I wanted to make her explode. To just drown in her rapture. She groaned, her hand gripping the back of my head. She shuddered, her boobs swaying back and forth.

I nibbled on her. I suckled with passion on her nub. She whimpered, her face twisting with delight. She shook her head from side to side as I brought her closer and closer to cumming. I loved doing this to a woman.

I gripped her rump and pulled her tight to me. My tongue drummed her clit. I worshiped the MILF's bud, eager to drown in her spicy passion. She whimpered louder, her head tossing. Her big boobs swayed back and forth.

They rippled when they smacked together.

I watched those lush tits as my cock ached. I flicked my tongue around her bud. I nibbled on her. She groaned, her head tossing. Then she cried out in ecstasy. Her body bucked as her juices gushed out and bathed my mouth.