A blowjob in the kitchen

Kyle’s lips twitched into a wolfish grin. She was actually doing it. His mother was slowly licking the tip of his cock, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through his body, and she wasn’t even aware of it. The fresh ziti sat half-eaten on the table, soon to carry a new special “sauce” after his mother was finished licking the “bottle.” The candles his mother had set up on the table flickered slightly. She kept up her activities obliviously, unaware of the sheer depravity of the act she was performing.

In that was half the enjoyment for Kyle. Seeing his prim and proper mother, who would never in a million years have sunk to her knees and give her son a blowjob was like a cathartic repudiation of all the years she’d wielded her authority over him. Still, her lack of awareness of the act itself took away some of the enjoyment for him. He wanted her to know what she was doing, to be aware of how utterly sick and depraved it was yet be unable to stop herself. The shortcut he’d found to elicit sexual behavior from her was great. Amazing, even. But it didn’t give him what he wanted. Not really. It did, however, illuminate a loophole that existed in the Dialogue Menu’s logic.

Awareness. That’s where the debuffs come from. At least, I think. If a subject isn’t aware of any of the sexual connotations of an act, they can be tricked into performing them. Not using sexual language is just the state; I also have to make sure their perception of the act is that of something relatively normal. Like having her think she’s opening a bottle with her mouth instead of sucking my cock. If I’d prompted the Menu to generate an option to command Mom flat out to give me a blowjob, the option would have been grayed out. I have more AP with her than anyone else I’ve used the Menu on, but there’s still plenty of things beyond my reach. Well, not explicitly. If I can get her to give me a blowjob without realizing it, there’s probably no limit to what else I can make her do. The key to controlling her or anyone else for that matter when AP constraints are a factor is limiting their awareness or understanding of their actions. There might even be a way to fuck Mom without her realizing it, I just haven’t thought of it yet.

He frowned as she kept licking him.

Though, it does sound like it’d be a lot more difficult than getting her to lick my cock. It’s almost impossible to bring up pussy without sex entering the picture, and thus, Mom’s debuffs.

He sighed and looked around the room for a few moments, realizing belatedly that he and his mother were within view of one of the kitchen windows. Thankfully, the shades were drawn.

Should have put more thought into this. If the Riccis next door saw Mom licking my cock, well, I don’t even want to think about that. Heh. Mrs. Ricci would probably have a heart attack.

An image of a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman with large breasts and a toned body flickered through his mind. She had a home gym in her basement, and every once in a while he’d catch a glimpse of her down there through the window and watch as she stretched on her yoga mat or ran on the treadmill, her bubble butt jiggling in tune with her steps.

Actually, now that I think about it, it might be worth visiting them after all, if only to get enough AP with them to command them not to pay too much attention to what goes on in my house. And maybe Mrs. Ricci could be convinced to give me a closer look of her exercise regimen.

He smirked.

Suddenly, Sandra drew back her tongue, her mouth lingering mere inches away from his dick. The tip of his manhood was practically covered with saliva, and he shivered when her warm breath wafted over it.

“I think I managed to get a bit of the sauce. Just a drop, but it tasted so good!” she exclaimed, her voice almost a moan. Her eyes were still closed. Fuck, this was so risky, but also oddly thrilling.

The idea that she could just open her eyes and see my cock right in front of her face… shit, something’s wrong with me. I always thought I was smarter and more risk averse than most people. Guess I was wrong.

“See? I told you it was good,” he said.

She gave an exasperated snort, and he imagined her rolling her eyes at him.

“Whatever,” she murmured. “Still, this is a lot of work to get that sauce out, even if it is good. At this rate your father will be home before I get any more sauce out.”

Kyle’s heart sank at the mention of his father. The man worked long hours and was rarely home nowadays. Kyle felt an aching for his childhood, when he and his father would often go into the backyard and play catch.

His mother’s lips lingered less than an inch away from his dickhead. She put her hand on the table, the wedding ring on her finger glinting in the candlelight.

I’ve already made my decision. Mom’s mine. I’m not turning back now.

“Kyle?”

“Hm?” He blinked, shaking off his thoughts like mental cobwebs. He looked down at his mother. Her huge, white tits were in view thanks to the alterations he’d made to her dress.

She’s perfect. I don’t think she realizes how amazing she looks.

“It… it’ll come out soon.” He swallowed a lump in his throat. “I promise.”

His mother nodded.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she said, and resumed licking the head. He jolted in place.

“Can you please hold the bottle still?” Her voice carried a hint of irritation.

He barely suppressed a chuckle. “Sorry. It won’t happen again.”

She nodded and kept licking him. Her tongue pressed into his cockslit, and she moaned softly.

“Mm. I think I tasted some of it already. I only got a little bit, though, so it’s probably from the last time you used it,” she said. A moment later, she swallowed.

Kyle’s throat went dry.

H-holy shit!

He wanted to grab her hair and **** her up and down his cock. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Let’s just… enjoy this.

He summoned the Menu. Time stilled, and with it any sensation besides sight. He stared at his mother’s pink tongue as it was frozen mid-motion over the head of his cock. It was touching him. It should have brought him pleasure, but he couldn’t feel it. She might as well have been licking the table.

God, this is so fucking weird. And oddly hot. I wish I could take a picture of this moment. Actually, I think I can. Mom’s been commanded to ignore my phone completely, so I could just grab it and snap pictures of her sucking my cock and she’d be none the wiser.

The holographic blue lettering of the Dialogue Menu winked into existence in front of him.

Sandra Mitchell (1679 Agreeableness Points)

She’s only lingering around the tip and she’s not really giving me a real blowjob like Janet would. She’s licking it like a popsicle.

He facepalmed mentally.

Well, that’s my fault, isn’t it? Of course she’s licking it like a popsicle. That’s how I phrased the command that got her to do this! Well, let’s fix that.

The holographic lettering flickered.

<825> Hey Mom, I think you actually need to work a little harder to get the sauce out.

No debuffs, so it’s not a command. Why not try it anyway and see what happens?

He chose the option and time resumed. His mother paused; her eyes still closed.

She pulled back slightly. She was frowning, but with her eyes closed it almost looked like she was in the midst of a nightmare.

“You’re probably right. Maybe if I worked a little harder at it, the sauce would come out a lot easier,” she said with a nod. She leaned forward again, her huge breasts jiggling with movements. She opened her mouth and engulfed the tip of his cock in her searing warmth.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as his mother’s hot tongue lathered his cock almost worshipfully.

She spat his cock out of her mouth, a bit of saliva lingering on her lips.

“Don’t use that language around me, young man. You know better than that by now,” she said authoritatively, scowling at him. If she were allowed to open her eyes, Kyle was sure she’d be hitting him with a full-on glare.

He rolled his eyes disbelievingly.

“Sorry. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“It had better be or I’ll start thinking twice about getting you a computer for your graduation present.”

Jesus, Mom. Can you relax?

As if answering his prayers, she leaned towards him again and took his cock into her hot, wet mouth. She started sucking him in earnest, and he grinned, leaning back slightly.

From strict hardass to sucking my cock in a matter of seconds. How can you not love it?

She slurped and sucked and licked. Her cheeks went concave as she moved her lips up and down his cock. He felt his cockhead nudge the edge of her throat once. She’d gagged, and Kyle didn’t think he’d ever heard a more beautiful sound.

The only thing that’s missing is her slavish obedience and lust for me. But that’ll come, eventually. One day I’ll have her and Janet blowing me at the same time. Maybe I’ll have them compete over my cock and see who can get me to cum within a certain timeframe.

He grinned, staring down at her. Her breasts jiggled and wobbled as she sucked on his member. She spat out his cock periodically to take a breath of air.

A distant metallic rumbling made him look towards the other end of the kitchen, past the over, where the doorway which led to the mudroom was positioned.

Shit, was that the garage door? But Dad was supposed to get home late, wasn’t he?

His mother froze.

“That sounds like the garage,” she whispered. She continued, frustration seeping into her voice. “God, he picks now of all times to come home at a reasonable hour?”

Fuck!

Hurriedly, he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Meanwhile his mother gripped her armrests, her knuckles turning white.

“Kyle, can I open my eyes now? I need to get upstairs and change!” she demanded.

He swallowed, staring at her impressive breasts. He felt cold, like he’d dragged himself out of the ocean in the middle of winter.

He’s going to catch us. I’m screwed.

“Kyle!” his mother raised her voice and grasped his arms tightly. Panic was setting in.

The Dialogue Menu flickered into existence in front of him. He’d summoned it almost instinctively, and felt relief when time stopped again, and with it all sounds or sense of urgency. He could stay here for, well, as long as the Dialogue Menu would let him. He didn’t know if there was a finite amount of time he could have it open, only that it had failed at Janet’s house for some reason.

Sandra Mitchell (1680 Agreeableness Points)

Wait, why am I so anxious? I… I can use the Menu on Dad. Get him to ignore me and Mom. Make him leave and stay at a hotel for the night.

He had no idea how much AP he had with his father, but judging from where he’d started with his mother, it was probably a great deal. Far more than Jim or Janet.

Mom should go upstairs for now. It’ll give me some leeway in how I deal with Dad.

The Menu shifted. Oddly, it only presented him with a single dialogue option. Usually that only happened when he’d requested something specific, but he hadn’t vocalized or thought anything. Had it reacted to his situation, somehow?

<1> You can open your eyes, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

He picked the option and time resumed its normal flow.

She blinked her eyes open blearily. She looked around the room frantically, then down at her outfit.

The metallic whining returned, and Kyle knew the garage door was closing.

His mother stood and glanced around the room again. She hurried to where he’d cut her dress and bent over to retrieve the purple scraps. Her big, matronly ass came into view. It jutted up into the air as she frantically gathered the pieces. She glanced towards the cabinet near the sink where kitchen garbage was, but apparently thought better of disposing it there.

She met his eyes.

“Stall your father. Whatever you do, don’t let him come upstairs until I’m ready, do you understand?” Her expression made it clear exactly what would happen to him if he failed.

“You got it, Mom. I’ll give you as much time as you need,” he pledged, not needing to fake his confidence.

She nodded, and glanced down at her exposed breasts again.

“And remember, not a word of this to your father or there’ll be hell to pay,” she said, her gaze radiating malice.

Heh. Yeah, I’ll bet. Don’t worry, Mom. Dad won’t be an issue.

She turned and hurried out of the kitchen, her fat ass jiggling as she rushed out. He heard her footfalls on the stairs just as the door to the garage opened.

Kyle put on a brave face and headed towards the mudroom. It was much smaller than the kitchen, but had the same white-tiled floor. A black washer and dryer were double-stacked on the right side of the room. Along the wall shared with the garage was a small bench under which several pairs of shoes were arranged. All but a couple of them were his mother’s; she kept most of her footwear in her closet. He’d been through her things enough times to know where she kept everything.

His father soon came into view. He had dark, neatly combed brown hair. His light brown eyes were red-rimmed and exhausted. He wore a slightly wrinkled black two-piece suit with a patterned green-and-white tie and carried a large black leather briefcase in his right hand.

“Hey Dad,” he greeted him.

“Hey Kyle, how was your day? Good, I hope,” His father smile slightly. He kicked off his brown dress shoes and sniffed. “Oh, something smells good. Did you two order dinner?”

Kyle shook his head.

“No, Mom made baked ziti,” he said.

“Oh really?” His father’s eyes widened.

He sounds surprised. I mean, I guess he would be. Mom’s usually not one to cook.

They’d argued over it in the past. Kyle remembered huddling in his room so he wouldn’t have to hear them screaming at each other. Things had improved lately, however. His Dad had gotten a promotion at work and spent less time at home and usually grabbed dinner before heading home.

“Yeah, it was pretty good, actually. Mom said it was one of Grandma’s recipes,” Kyle said.

His father raised his eyebrows. He shook his head.

“I see. Maybe she was feeling a little nostalgic about her mother’s cooking,” he remarked. “I should have told her I was coming. Did she make enough for me?”

He stepped past Kyle, into the kitchen.

“Wow,” his father muttered as he surveyed the room. His gaze lingered on the table, where two plates of half-eaten baked ziti sat. He frowned and glanced back at Kyle. “Where is your mom, anyway? Did she go to the bathroom?”

He looked around the room. His eyes zeroed in on something. Kyle followed his father’s gaze and saw a strip of purple fabric resting on the floor underneath the table.

Mom must have missed it. I doubt Dad would link it to anything, but better to be safe than sorry. And Mom did say she wanted me to distract Dad for a while.

He summoned the Dialogue Menu.

Time stalled. Dark blue lettering materialized in front of his vision.

Alan Mitchell (1500 Agreeableness Points)

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