A Maternal Wake-Up Call

Kyle woke with a start. He blinked his eyes open. Warm sunlight wafted through his windows in comforting waves. The birds outside chirped their morning songs, a soft melody that had Kyle relax further into his bed, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

A subtle thump-thump sounded from outside his bedroom. He turned to the door.

The doorknob turned and the door opened. In the doorway stood his mother Sandra Mitchell.

She wore the same tight sports bra and gym shorts she’d worn the day before. The bra struggled to contain her massive bust, pushing her pale cleavage upward. Her toned midriff was exposed, and Kyle couldn’t help but admire how in shape his mother was. He’d always known objectively that his mother was a beautiful, voluptuous woman; his male friends certainly let him know about it. It wasn’t until he’d gotten the opportunity to stare at her in the timeless silence cast over reality by the Dialogue Menu that he’d grown to truly want her, and had at last a means to get her.

Eventually.

She held a steaming mug in her right hand.

“Good morning,” she smiled at him, all trace of her anger from the day before forgotten.

Three words was all it took to get Mom to forgive me for spying on her in the shower.

Kyle’s cock twitched. His mother was a very adult, very voluptuous woman, and she changed her attitude towards him because he’d told her to. The power he had over her was intoxicating. He wondered how she’d react if she were somehow made aware of the fact that he could make her do or think anything, so long as her Agreeableness Point value was high enough.

Probably not well.

“Hey Mom, good morning,” Kyle said.

Sandra took that as her cue to enter the room, her wide hips swaying and big tits jiggling as she walked into her son’s room.

“I brought you your tea. A little honey, just like you asked,” she said, carefully placing the cup on his bedside table.

“Thanks Mom. Say, why did you bring me tea? You’ve never done this before.”

Sandra quirked an auburn eyebrow. Her azure eyes gazed at him curiously.

“Because you told me to last night,” she said. “‘Wake me up in the morning with a cup of tea with a little honey mixed in. Wear your sports bra and gym shorts.’ Seems pretty straightforward to me.”

She remembers what I said to her last night word for word. I guess it makes sense considering she wouldn’t be able to follow the command to the letter otherwise.

The Dialogue Menu winked into existence and time stalled.

Sandra Mitchell (1569 Agreeableness Points)

We’ve come such a long way since yesterday. Let’s start off with something old fashioned.

<10> Lean forward a little, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

“Sure thing, honey,” his mother said, leaning forward as she did so. Her massive cleavage was further exposed.

He bit his lip as he stared into his mother’s cleavage, following the movement of her breasts with every breath she took. Up and down. Up and down.

“So when do you think you’ll start getting ready for school? You're up a little later than usual,” Sandra said.

Kyle managed to look away from his mother for a moment to glance at the clock.

7:04.

I’ve got probably twenty minutes before I absolutely have to head out.

“Yeah, let me get ready,” he moved the covers off of himself and hopped off the bed. He had gone to bed shirtless and only wore a pair of boxer briefs, so the majority of his body was exposed to his mother’s gaze.

He caught her eyes flick downward between his legs and he realized with a start that his cock was hard and probably very visible within his underwear.

“Ahem,” Sandra looked away.

“Everything okay, Mom?” he said.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she blushed, a wholly uncharacteristic display from her, though he supposed she’d never truly glimpsed his erection before. Seeing the cheeks of such a beautiful and mature woman redden at the sight of him was incredibly arousing to him. “I should probably get going. I still have to shower before I head off to work.”

She turned to leave, presenting Kyle with her big, heart-shaped ass. It jiggled enticingly within her gym shorts.

Sandra Mitchell (1570 Agreeableness Points)

Wow, Mom’s ass is incredible. I can't wait until my cock is between those cheeks.

He stared at his mother's ass for a while, admiring its firm roundness. He imagined sinking her hands into her assflesh while she bent over, begging him to spank her.

I’ll get there someday.

<5> Stay here a little longer. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

“Oh, alright. If you say so,” Sandra said, but she still looked away from him. She sighed and began to fidget from foot to foot, clearly uncomfortable with being in the same room as her son as he changed. Her movements brought Kyle’s attention back to her ass. He’d jerked off the night before to the video he’d taken of her twerking, smearing a pair of panties stolen from his mother’s room. He’d never done anything so blatantly incestuous and perverted before. He couldn’t help but imagine his mother coming into his room and presenting him with her panties, asking him to fill them with his cum before she wore them for the day, her pussy pressed against his thick baby batter.

“I made you lunch, by the way, so you don’t have to worry about buying anything from the cafeteria today,” she said.

That's a first. Mom’s usually too busy running before she goes to work to do much of anything in the morning, but she’ll apparently make time if I tell her to do it via the Dialogue Menu.

“Oh, what’d you make?”

“A turkey sandwich, just like you said,” Sandra said.

“You made me lunch just because I told you to?”

“Mhm,” Sandra hummed, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Kyle’s cock bobbed.

He manifested the Dialogue Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1571 Agreeableness Points)

<5> Turn and look at me, Mom. Don’t look away. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

Strange that there’s no Familial Propriety debuff here. Maybe that’s because the command isn’t overtly sexual.

Sandra sighed and turned towards him. “Fine. I don’t know why you want your mother to look at you while you're like this. You’re not even dressed!”

“Eh. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Kyle said. Normally he’d have been uncomfortable appearing in front of his own mother undressed, but his growing attraction to her inspired a need within him. A need to get her to pay attention to him. To see him as a man, not her son.

Her eyes fell to his cock again and she blushed, likely attributing his hardness to his morning wood rather than something more sinister.

Just to cover his bases, he triggered the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1572 Agreeableness Points)

<200> I usually have a very serious case of morning wood when I wake up, so don’t ever worry about seeing my penis erect before the afternoon. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 points>)

Sandra blinked and shifted from foot to foot, jostling her huge breasts. She smiled at him.

“Hm. I guess that makes sense. You know, your father has the same problem, so it’s fine,” she said.

Kyle felt a small flare of jealousy ignite within his chest, but he smiled.

If Mom isn’t attributing my morning erections to anything sexual, she’s much more likely to be open to me spying on her in the shower again, and elsewhere. Maybe I’ll even convince her to walk around the house naked when Dad’s not around.

Sandra Mitchell (1574 Agreeableness Points)

He scrolled down the Dialogue Menu’s exhaustive list of options until he found one he liked.

<100> You like being with me, Mom, no matter how I’m dressed. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

“Of course I do, Kyle. What kind of mother wouldn’t like being her son?” Sandra smiled at him, seeming much less uncomfortable now. Her blue eyes gazed at him fondly with maternal warmth. “So, I should prob-”

Sandra Mitchell (1575 Agreeableness Points)

Heh. That's actually kind of funny.

<250> When we’re apart, you can’t help but think about me. You’ll picture how I look in your head when I’m not around you because you miss me so much. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

“I’d ground you for interrupting me, but you’re so right. I really like to think about you when you’re not around. I just always end up missing you so much. I don’t know how I’m going to cope when you go off to college and I don’t get to spend time with you anymore,” her eyes turned downcast. She sighed and crossed her arms across her chest, pushing her big breasts upwards.

“I can always commute to college if it’ll make you happy,” Kyle said, watching his mother’s reaction.

“You could, couldn’t you?” the gorgeous MILF brightened considerably. “But you’d miss out on the college life. Being in a dorm and partying with your friends. Don’t you want to see what it’s like living away from home, like all the other boys your age?”

Kyle smiled and stepped up to his mother, clad in only his underwear. His cock was hard as a rock and from the way his mother glanced downwards he knew she saw his erection. The fact that she wasn’t reacting negatively was such an incredible turn on.

“I guess I would, but none of that is as important as you are, Mom,” Kyle said.

Sandra raised her eyebrows skeptically, and Kyle couldn't help but think she thought he was being a kiss ass. Her lips twitched upward anyway.

Kyle went in for a hug, wrapping his arms around his mother’s waist.

Her barely clothed breasts mashed up against his bare chest. He could feel her nipples poking through the thin material of her bra. His erection rubbed against his mother’s abdomen, but she still melted into the hug.

“I hope you mean that," she said. "You're my whole world, Kyle. What did I do to deserve such a good son?”

You'd think differently if you knew the truth. I almost feel sorry for Dad.

Sandra Mitchell (1577 Agreeableness Points)

It really sucks that can’t move my hands while time is frozen. I can’t even feel her bare back against my hands… I wonder if I can find some way to get her to let me grope her.

<750> Let me grope you, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 points>)

Hah. That’s a little on the nose. I’m not surprised it’s grayed out. I wonder if I can make her ignore anything strange that happens, at least while we’re hugging.

<350> You like hugging me so much that you’ll let me get away with things you normally wouldn’t have while we’re hugging. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 points>)

Hm. That might work. I just barely make the cutoff. I wonder if Mom will let me get away with groping her while I’m hugging her? Might as well test it by starting small. I don’t want to have to deal with another Maternal Reprimand debuff.

He picked the dialogue option and time resumed. The feeling in his hands returned with a flash.

“Mm,” she hummed contently while they hugged. She apparently either didn’t notice or didn’t mind the fact that their hug had stretched out for far longer than was normally appropriate between mother and son.

“Mom, I think Danielle Parisi has a nice big ass,” Kyle said the first thing he could think of.

“What?” she asked softly, as if her mind was in a haze.

“Remember Danielle, the girl who delivered our pizza yesterday? She has a great ass. I'd really like to bend her over and fuck her. Hell, I'll probably end up doing that sometime this week,” Kyle said. He grinned. If his mother had been her normal self, she would very likely have grounded him at that point.

“Kyle, don't you think that's a little disrespectful?” she muttered.

Kyle pulled her body against him harder, further squishing her breasts against his chest.

“Mm,” she moaned.

“I love hugging you, Mom. You're so sexy,” Kyle said. He slowly let one his hands drift downward and lightly touch her ass.

His mother stayed silent. Her breathing rate remained unchanged. Emboldened, Kyle let both of his hands settle on her big juicy ass.

Holy fuck, she’s actually letting me do it!

“Wow, it actually worked,” Kyle said.

“What worked?” Sandra said.

“Sandra, are you up there? I need to talk to you about something before I head to the office,” a male voice called out from downstairs.

Kyle’s mother shook her head and broke the hug, though from the look on her face it seemed she did so reluctantly.

“I have to go talk to your father. Remember, I made your lunch so don’t forget it in the fridge. Have a good day, sweetie,” she kissed him on the cheek and turned and left his room.

Kyle’s eyes followed his mother’s ass as it jiggled and swayed.

When she was gone, he quickly dressed himself and went downstairs. He found neither of his parents in the kitchen, so he opened the refrigerator.

He smiled.

Mom always makes sure we’re stocked.

The refrigerator was practically crammed with food, but not in a way that was messy or disorganized. He found a small brown paper bag that hadn’t been there the night before and took it.

He opened the top and glanced inside, finding an immaculately made sandwich filled with appetizing slices of roasted turkey and cheddar cheese.

Kyle couldn’t help but grin.

“So this is what it’s like to have your mom make lunch for you,” he muttered. He closed the fridge and grabbed his backpack.