Help! My Mom Wants To Take Over The World! - Chapter 7

After decimating an army, Clara takes a hot bath and contemplates her next move.

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Clara exhaled a contented sigh as she lay her head on the towel, enjoying the warmth of the bath after a long day. Her nose relished in the signature scent of Ocean Mint oil that filled the room; with a subtle hint of eucalyptus blended into the steamy air.

Looking back at what had just happened, Clara shook her head in disbelief. She'd just decimated a small army of men and war machines with the ease a kid would need to wipe out a hill of ants.

It affirmed her conviction that no one could stand in her way. It was a thrilling thought to know that no one could stop her. If she wanted something done—the world would have to yield to her desires.

Clara peeled her eyes open when she heard her son pussyfooting his way up to the bathroom. "Come in," she said before he had a chance to knock on the door.

Meekly, Terry peeked his head around the corner before allowing the rest of his body to enter the bathroom. "I've got something for ya." He put down a plate on the floor.

"Aaaw, that's so considerate of you." Clara beamed when looking at a plate filled with breakfast, with orange jus, croissants, sandwiches, a hard-boiled egg, and all kinds of toppings. "There's even a candle with it and a tiny vase with a flower. You've really made a great effort of it."

"It was Stephanie's idea," Terry said, not wanting to take all the credit for himself. He turned up his nose in disgust at the smell of eucalyptus.

Clara gave her son a stern look. "Do not ever let that girl slip away. You got that?"

"She worships you, Mom. Remember? I don't think she has any other feelings for me." His voice was tinged with sadness.

"Work on it!" With a wave of her arm, Clara made the plate drift towards her, and after examining each item, she chose to start with a croissant.

Terry let out a deep sigh. "Trust me, I did, mom, for years. Can't compete with a hot sexy superpowered mom now, can I? Anyway, what is your next move?"

A levitating plate holding a croissant appeared in front of Clara. The breadknife hovering above the plate cut open the croissant before dipping its blade in a bowl of strawberry jam to spread it on the croissant. It flipped close and soared towards Clara's mouth, where her lips parted to take a bite. After chewing it leisurely, a glass of orange jus awaited eagerly to lift off to quench Clara's thirst. "Aaah, that hit the spot!" Clara wept her mouth clean. "To answer your question, son. I think I'll go on a roundtrip around the globe later this morning."

"You're going to take a vacation? On a time like this, when you're at war with the world?" Terry's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"Of course!” she stood up from the bathtub, proudly displaying her exposed body to her son. “There's so much to see. At least I won't lose any money on a plane ticket."

"Ugh, Mom!" Terry buried his face in his hands while attempting to back away. "Can't you at least wait until I leave for that?"

"Why on Earth would I do that?" Clara spun around in the bathtub, showing her strong figure with pride. "Look at me. Don't I look perfect?"

"God! I'm gone," Terry turned around, ready to escape. With his hands still shading his eyes, Terry could not see where he was going, so he bumped into Stephanie, who wanted to see what all the fuzz was about. "Out of my way. Out of my way." Terry wriggled himself past a startled Stephanie.

"So nice to see we're on the old foot again, son!" Clara shouted happily after Terry. Clara kept it to herself that she used her powers to tweak his mind a bit so that he felt not so anxious and in awe in her presence. It was good to see the whole world trembling at her feet, but it was also healthy to keep the relationship with her son as good as it was.

She'd already apologized for her outburst earlier for his wimpy behavior and promised Terry that she would not act so feisty again. Terry accepted it but remained wary and subservient to his mother. So Clara needed to extract some of that fear.

She required a high priest whose voice was strong and determined enough to set up a worldwide religion revolving around. Terry, unfortunately, was too spineless for the job; Clara needed somebody greater and more confident, someone who believed in the divine being she was - someone like… Clara's thoughts trailed off when she noticed movement in the doorway. It was the pretty youth, Terry's friend named Stephanie.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Stephanie uttered upon being discovered while peeking at Clara's nude body.

Clara smiled warmly and wrapped a towel around herself before addressing the girl. "Don't be," Clara said kindly. "Please, come in."

Stephanie cautiously stepped inside, looking down in a humble manner as if preparing to bow down to this divine woman. Before she could do so, Clara stopped her.

"Don't, darling. You're too good for that," Clara said.

Stephanie stood back up but kept her eyes fixed on the floor.

“Look at me,” Clara’s voice prompted.

Stephanie complied, and not due to the interference of Clara's mental powers, but because of her own will.

Clara looked intently into Stephanie's eyes. Indeed, a gorgeous little thing—a pity she won't be the mother of my grandchildren.

Clara shove that thought aside. "I need someone who is resolute, Stephanie. Someone who can disregard all ethical boundaries for the sake of purpose."

"I'll do anything you require of me, my Goddess," Stephanie said, bowing her head.

"You have a fire in you, Stephanie. It is unmistakable." Clara said. "But you're a good girl. I can see it in your eyes."

"My values and standards are subordinate to your will, my Goddess," Stephanie replied

"So you're willing to let your innocence be stained?"

"If it pleases you, my Goddess," Stephanie said.

Clara scrutinized the girl's eyes and noticed a determination she had never encountered before. This girl would brave the gates of Hell if required. What else could Clara wish for?

"Very well, in my name, venture out into the wide world and make it abundantly clear to everyone that their leaders cannot protect them and that I can strike whenever and wherever I want."

Stephanie looked puzzled. "How am I going to be able to achieve that, my Goddess?"

Clara gave her a sly smirk. "Like this." and touched Stephanie in the center of her chest with a finger poke. Immediately, a burning warmth spread through the girl's body that emanated all the way to her fingertips and toes.

Stephanie shrieked with agony and sank down to her knees. "It hurts!" She clutched her hair.

"I know," Clara smiled.

At that moment, Terry came barging in. "What's going on here?" he said, staring at his friend wriggling in agony on the floor with shock. “What have you done?”

Clara gave Terry a scathing stare. "Stay out of this!" Her icy voice whipped her son into submission as he immediately bowed down in reverence before his Goddess of a Mother.

Stephanie's cries slowly began to churn into moans of pleasure. "Mmm, this is starting to feel actually good."

Clara smiled and began to dress up while Stephanie was snaking and moaning on the floor as her body processed a highly intense orgasm.

Terry's lips did nothing but utter praying in the name of his Goddess mother.

When Stephanie's orgasm was passed its peak, she slowly scrambled to her feet. "W-where am I?"

Clara walked up to the girl. "Give me your hand."

Stephanie held out her arm. Clara clutched Stephanie's wrist. "Clench your fist as hard as you can."

Stephanie complied with the order; her slender fingers curled into a tight ball, squeezing out all the blood. And that was the moment she began to realize the awesomeness of her power.

"I-I feel like I can move the sun," Stephanie uttered, not believing her own words.

Clara smiled and whispered in her ear. "That's because you can."

Clara ushered the girl towards a full-length mirror. "Here, take a look at your new self."

Stephanie's eyes widened with a gasp as she could not believe she was looking at her countenance. She recognized the girl in the mirror as herself, but she seemed now innumerable times more beautiful than ever. Her skin was as smooth and luminous as porcelain, her hair a cascade of sunshine waves, and her eyes looked like two dangerously spheres that could subjugate each with a simple glare.

She had never seen herself like this before and couldn't quite process the transformation as she gawked at a dazzling princess from a faraway kingdom whose beauty was unparalleled.

Stephanie looked startled when a warm hand landed on her shoulder. Clara looked at her with a genuine smile. "I can tell your beauty is making you speechless. Wait until you see your powers."

"I-I have powers?" Stephanie said, not quite believing what was being said to her.

Clara nodded. "Whether you like it or not."

To which Stephanie replied with unbridled excitement, "Oh, I like it, alright!"

A knowing smirk spread across Clara's lips. "I thought so much. Now listen carefully to what I--"

Clara's eyes blinked when Stephanie cannoned upwards, crashing through the ceiling to soar into the sky with a scream of joy.
 Clara peered through the hole in the roof. “Quick study that girl.”