Christy woke up from her nap confused. She looked around after her eyes fluttered open and realized she was in her living room. She looked over to her right and saw Paul, her son Cody's friend from college, sitting there with an odd expression on his face.

"Oh..." Christy said. "I... Did I fall asleep? I don't remember passing out. I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's okay..."

Christy thought Paul was acting strange. The morning started to come back to her as she rubbed her eyes and started to wake up. Paul had shown up when she was alone at the house, stating that Cody had told him that he would be showing up so they could hang out. Christy was okay with him staying at the house until her son arrived, but Paul had been insistent on them both watching a movie together while he did so.

"Are you feeling alright, Ms. Stewart?" Paul asked.

"Well, now that you mention it, my head feels a bit fuzzy. How long was I out for?"

"Not long. Maybe 20 minutes or so?"

"20 minutes? Then why do I feel like I slept for 9 hours?"

Paul didn't respond. He shot her a nervous glance and then switched his gaze back over to the television. The movie the two had been watching earlier wasn't on anymore, which Christy found odd, due to how much Paul had been bugging her to put it on in the first place.

She couldn't even remember much about the film. It was strange pictures and shapes floating across the screen with an odd language being chanted during the entirety of it. She wasn't even sure why he was so adamant about watching it with her. She probably ended up being so bored with it that she fell asleep.

That was when Christy started to notice something different. She couldn't put her finger on it, but a shift had taken place in her that she was having trouble deciphering. She noticed that she was starting to sweat and that her nipples had started to get hard. At first, she thought of covering herself or putting on a new bra, because she didn't want Paul to see her in that state, he was her son's friend and all, but when she went to stand up so she could move to her bedroom to change, something inside her told her not to. 

Fuck it, the voice inside her head said, it's just Paul. He won't care. Even if he ends up seeing me poking out so much, so what. He's a grown man. Not like he hasn't seen them before. Besides, he may even like it.

When the final thought finished being processed in her head, she felt a small tingle in her crotch. For some reason, the thought of Paul gazing upon her naked chest, with her hard nipples standing at attention for him, seemed to excite her to no end. She felt a tinge of shame for thinking that way. Paul was her son's friend, and he was almost half her age, give or take a few years. It wouldn't be proper for her to take advantage of him like that. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn't push the thought of him staring at her while she was nude out of her head. 

A funny thought popped into her head then: what if she just stripped down and see what happens? What would Paul even do? Would he act innocent and coy? Or would he take her body and use it like a sex toy? A small part of her was shocked at the question. But, when she mulled it over for a half minute or so, it didn't seem like a terrible idea. 

Besides that, she felt hot. She was sweating and her clothes felt strange. She felt like taking them off was the perfect idea. She was starting to feel like her clothes were suffocating her. 

Paul looked on, with his hands in his lap. He wasn't sure what to think. He was starting to have doubts about what he had done, but it was too late. He had shown her the video. He hadn't been thinking rationally because he was obsessed with Christy. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, he knew that he would show her the video. It sucked that she was Cody's mom, but she was also the perfect bimbo. She had big fake tits, and she was an aqua aerobics and cycling instructor, so her body looked like it was sculpted just to be fucked. He couldn't help himself. He saw the video's power taking effect and his cock started to get hard. He silently prayed that one day Cody would forgive him as he watched Christy squirm. 

The video that Paul used that day would turn any woman who gazed upon it into a cock craving whore. Not just that, but whatever she was commanded to do, she would do it. She was turned into a docile and submissive cumslut within seconds of watching the video. It had been programmed by Paul and shown to a few other women before it was shown to Christy. The biggest problem he had was that he didn't know what to do after he turned the women into sex freaks. He had never figured that part out.

Christy was squirming on the couch for a few minutes before she started shedding her clothing. She smiled at Paul and said she was sure it was nothing he hadn't seen before as she slipped off her leggings and then her top. She sat there in her underwear and started to fan herself. Then, her clit started to throb. Her knees buckled and she doubled over. She had never felt so turned on in her life. Something wild had come over her. Nothing but images of cock flooded into her brain. 

Paul felt his heart start to race. He had seen the transformation before, and he knew that Christy was on the verge of falling off the cliff. 

"You okay?" Paul asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Christy said. Nothing felt wrong in that moment. Everything felt wonderful. She was alone with a hot guy. She had always thought that Paul was cute. He had thick arms and what looked like a thick cock dangling between his legs. She had caught him staring at her tits a few times. Now he was there with her, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with him.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, you know... There is something that I think I need. How about... You pull that nice, big cock out and let me play with it a bit. I swear I won't tell Cody! I just... Feel like I can't go without it right now."

Paul felt the sweat that had begun forming on his brow begin to trickle down the side of his head. This was happening. It was pointless to go back now. He had to push forward. He stood up and started to disrobe, pulling his shirt off first followed by his pants and his boxers. 

He stepped up to her, his chest still filled with confusion and regret, but his cock hard with desire. He presented it to Christy's lips, and she smiled before gobbling it down. She was a grade-A cocksucker. She took his length easily, gagging on him as she tried her best to shove as much of him down her throat as she could. 

Paul was shocked at her skill. He also felt like he had made the moment so big leading up to it that it was difficult to wrap his head around the situation. He had been gawking and staring at Ms. Stewart for months since he first met Cody, and now she was inhaling his cock like there was no tomorrow. She reached behind herself as she was bobbing on him, unhooking her bra before slipping out of her panties. She wanted to be fully nude for Paul. She wanted him to know that her body belonged to him and that he could do whatever he desired with her. 

He grabbed a handful of Christy's hair, picked her up from the floor, and led her to the couch. He threw her down so that her large ass was sticking up. He pushed her head down into the cushions and fished his cock around her slit. 

"This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked. 

"Yes! I want that more than anything!"

"Well, you're going to get it, bitch!"

Paul sank into her cunt and felt a shiver run through his being. He was a mess inside. He still had that tinge of guilt, but it was disappearing behind the feelings of lust he held in his chest. He started to slam into Christy, using her cunt to relieve the ache that had been developing in his cock. The thought of being able to come over whenever he desired and have a crack at Ms. Stewart was running through his mind. He looked down at her body, jiggling each time he thrust into her, and after a half minute more, he started to flood her pussy with his seed. He hadn't intended to come inside of her, but he couldn't help himself. He shot one of the biggest loads of his life into her before draping himself across her back.

Christy wasn't done. She still felt horny despite the young man fucking her relentlessly. But the post-nut clarity of his actions started to bubble inside Paul's head, and he quickly gathered himself before throwing on his clothing and making an excuse about having to run to class.

"No!" Christy said. "You said you had to wait for Cody! Just stay here and we can play until he comes home!"

"Uh, sorry Ms. Stewart... I'll come by and fuck you some other time. I swear!"

Paul rushed out the door and Christy felt a longing in her chest like never before. She wondered when he would be back. She played with her cum soaked opening, stroking her swollen clit, as she thought of what she could do to find some relief.