“So that must mean that it’s a mother’s duty to obey her son instead of the other way around.”

“So that must mean that it’s a mother’s duty to obey her son instead of the other way around.”

Sarah’s body went still. Adam idly played with his mother’s ass as he waited for her mind to assimilate his twisted logic, adopting it as her own.

“Huh...” Sarah shook her head and frowned. “My hair is brown, so obviously it’s a mother’s duty to obey her son. Why didn’t I realize this before?”

Adam was **** to withdraw from his mother’s ass when she turned to him with shimmering blue eyes.

“I’ve been a horrible mother, Adam,” Sarah’s lips quivered. “It’s my responsibility to obey you and I’ve been bossing you around all these years like some abusive parent! Can you forgive me?”

Adam was enjoying the role reversal quite a bit. He snaked an arm around his mother’s waist and fondled her ass a little more. Adam doubted he would ever get tired of having free reign over such a thick, meaty rear.

“Sure,” Adam withdrew his hand and leered openly at his mother’s clothed breasts. A look of consternation crossed Sarah’s face when she became aware of her son checking her out, but she said nothing.

Adam was astonished. Sarah was a proudly married woman and would never have so easily stomached a man who wasn’t her husband openly expressing sexual desire for her, certainly not her son. He wondered if his latest logical twist had resulted in his mother becoming deferential towards him as a she would be towards one of her parents.

“Can you take off your shirt for me, Mommy?”

“I…” Sarah gulped audibly. Her blue eyes were wide and watery. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing that, Adam. I’m so sorry.”

A stream of emotions trickled through Adam at seeing his mother so ****. He had never seen her that way before and he had to admit it was a little unsettling that the sight made him feel empowered.

“Isn’t it your responsibility to do what I say?” Adam said.

“Of course, Adam!” Sarah’s expression became firm, as if she fully believed her words.

“So why didn’t you take off your shirt when I asked you to?”

“B-because it’s inappropriate for a mother to…” Sarah trailed off.

“To what?” Adam pressed.

“To disrobe in front of her son,” Sarah said.

“But what if her son tells her to disrobe? Shouldn’t that be more important than anything else?” Adam said.

“I,” Sarah bit her lip. “I’m not sure, Adam. On one hand, I know it’s my responsibility as a mother to obey you, but I also can’t just take off my clothes in front of you. I guess it’s just one of those things.”

Adam smirked when an idea he found particularly delicious crossed his perverted mind.

“What if I could help you resolve these confusing logical conflicts?”

“You’ll just say I should take my shirt off and be done with it,” Sarah’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Adam had to admit that she was right to a point and smiled at the fact that she had grossly underestimated the extent of his true plans for her.

“But is there anything innately wrong with me helping you fix your own issues?”

“No, of course not, sweetie,” Sarah said. “But there are just some issues I can’t trust your judgement to fix for me.”

“So it’s a question of trust. You don’t trust me enough to let me help you resolve some of your internal conflicts,” Adam said.

“Well when you put it like that, it sounds like I don’t trust you at all, but I do,” Sarah looked remorseful. “But you’re right.”

“You think I’d take advantage of you if you trusted me that much.”

Sarah didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to.

“Then you must be wrong about that since you trust my judgment much more than you trust your own.”

Sarah’s face went blank again.

The light around them dimmed somewhat. Adam glanced upward. A small cloud which drifted alone in the sky had blotted out the sun.

Adam’s mother came out of her stupor and gazed at her son. Adam was struck by the trust and warmth that gaze held and his manhood grew harder. The light around them returned to its full glare as the lone cloud moved further along the sky.

“You’re right, Adam,” Sarah’s voice was heartfelt and sincere. “I was wrong. I always feel so wrong when you contradict me. I trust you so much, Adam.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Adam said.

“Can I ask you something?” Sarah bit her lower lip.

“Anything,” Adam was very curious as to how his mother would run away with his alteration to her psyche.

“I… I feel so conflicted sometimes,” She took a deep breath which pushed her large breasts out enticingly. “Lost. There are so many decisions I need to make, so many moral… conflicts… I need to resolve, and I feel like I can’t do it alone. I trust you much more than I trust myself, Adam, so...”

“So what?” Adam replied.

“So…” Sarah wrung her hands together. “I was wondering if you would be willing to help resolve those moral conflicts for me.”

“Like the conflict between your duty to obey me and the inappropriateness of disrobing in front of your own son?”

“Yes!” Sarah seemed confident for the first time since Adam had assumed control over his mother’s moral compass. “Please tell me what I’m supposed to do. I can’t make that decision without you.”

Adam smirked and replied, “Well, you should always obey your son, naturally. You can’t let anything as trivial as social stigmas get in the way of doing what I want. It’s your responsibility to do whatever I say, after all. Isn’t it?”

“Of course it is. I can’t believe I let something like that get in the way of obeying you,” Sarah chastised herself. “Thank you so much for your help, Adam. I don’t know what I did to deserve a son as smart as you, but I fully intend to take advantage of your help from now on.”

Adam’s manhood couldn’t have been harder.

“Let’s go to my room,” Adam said.

“Sure, honey,” Sarah smiled and made to pull her up her yoga pants which were still halfway down her ass.

“No,” Adam stopped her. “Leave your pants like that and walk in front of me.”

Sarah nodded and walked inside, yardwork forgotten.

Adam trailed behind his mother as she walked in front of him. He loved the way her generous half-naked ass jiggled and swayed with her every step.

As they made their way up the steps to the second floor, Adam reached out and pinched his mother’s ass.

“Ow!” Sarah yelped and glared back at her son.

Adam smiled at her innocently. Sarah shook her head and resumed walking.

When they reached the second floor, Adam saw that the door to Katherine’s room was still closed. A soft thrum of pop music streamed past the door.

Adam followed his mother down the upstairs hall to the room furthest from the stairs

Adam’s room was slightly smaller than Katherine’s, but had a similar layout. Adam closed his door behind him and locked it.

Sarah looked at him and quirked an eyebrow as if to ask, Now what?

Adam sat on his bed and swallowed nervously. “Take off your clothes.”

“You’re the boss,” Sarah hooked her arms underneath her t-shirt and pulled it over head, exposing her massive bra-clad breasts. She reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor. Adam gaped at his mother’s naked breasts.

My invention is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Sarah was about to remove her pants fully before Adam interrupted her.

“Wait,” Adam loved how his own mother stopped stripping without question and awaited her next command. “Turn around and bend over after you take your pants and panties off.”

Sarah nodded before she turned and faced away from Adam. She hooked her hands in her lowered waistband and pulled her pants and underwear down. Then she bent over, jutting her juicy ass out at her son. He was almost overwhelmed when he got an eyeful of her dark rosebud and her pussy.

Adam got up off the bed.

“Stay in that position until I say you can move,” Adam said.

“Okay,” Sarah said.

Adam grabbed his mother’s asscheeks and spread them. He quivered with arousal when Sarah’s lower holes were further exposed to him.

“Let’s get you a little more comfortable, Mom,” Adam withdrew from his mother’s ass. “Get down on all fours on my bed.”

“Um, okay,” Sarah stood and crawled onto Adam’s bed. Her large breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her as she moved.

“Can you arch your back and push your ass upwards?”

Sarah obeyed and Adam was struck again by the sight of his mother’s ass in its naked glory.

“Hey Mom, what do you think about ****?”

Sarah furrowed her brows and looked up at him.

“It’s absolutely disgusting,” Sarah said before she swallowed nervously. “At least in my view, such as it is. What do you think about it, honey?”

“Is this one of those things you want me to help you decide?” Adam said.

“Want? No,” Sarah clarified. “It’s not something I want. It’s something… it’s something I feel that I need. Really need. I don’t trust myself to make any kind of judgment without your input.”

“So you’ll basically adopt pretty much any view I tell you you should?”

“Yes? No? Maybe?” Sarah adopted a puzzled expression. “I trust you a hell of a lot more than I trust myself, so will you please tell me what you think I will do?”

Adam was stunned. He hadn’t intended to completely overwrite his mother’s personality when he tested the device on her. Or had he? It was difficult to say what his boundaries were when there truly were no limits to what he could do.