Actions and consequences

W-wow, Kyle thought. Wow, wow, wow.

The eighteen year old boy stared, mouth agape as his mother stepped out of her shower. Her huge pale mammaries swayed pendulously with her every movement. Droplets of water glided across the skin of her tits. One droplet hung at the edge of one of her light pink nipples, and for a moment it looked like she was lactating. He'd seen breasts on the internet and a few times by accident when he was younger, but never this close and never this big. They were just absolutely huge and perfect and Kyle wanted to rub his face all over them and suck on them like he had so long ago. The swell of his mother's breasts and the flare of her hips made her look so gorgeous and matronly. Kyle didn't know why that had him so turned on.

Mom's boobs. Boobs, boobs, boobs!

"Ah!" A feminine cry jolted him from his trance. His mother Sandra was staring at him with her wide panicked blue eyes. She retreated back into shower and slammed the door. "Kyle, why didn't you tell me you were in my bathroom?!"

Kyle could still make out his mother's voluptuous body, obscured as she was by the translucent shower glass. She was shaking.

She's pissed. But I used the Dialogue Menu to get her out of the shower! Why is she freaking out like this?

"Kyle Joseph Mitchell, you will answer me right now or so help me I will ground you for a year!"

The teenager sagged visibly and gulped nervously.

"Um, it was an accident, Mom. I honestly thought the door would be locked..."

"So you barged in here knowing that I was naked and getting out of the shower?" his mother asked. He winced at the indignation in her tone. “And then stared at me like a peeping tom? At your own mother?"

"I-I honestly didn't think it'd be a big deal-"

"You're right, you didn't think. I am so, so disappointed in you. How could you…” Sandra trailed off. Then she sighed. "Just go to your room.”

Kyle wanted to say something. Needed to convince his mother that he wasn’t a pervert; that he hadn’t meant to stare greedily at her naked body. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't think of anything to say.

She’s right.

The highschool student retreated from his mother’s bathroom and shut the door behind him.

He entered his room. He felt heavy with the shame of being caught. Of being outed as a pervert by his own mother. It was only a matter of time before she told his father and they kicked him out of the house. He’d be branded as a sicko who lusted after his own mother and shunned by everyone he knew.

God, I really am fucked up, aren’t I? I was just so convinced that…

It hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Hey, I was wondering if you’d mind stepping out of the shower for a minute?”

Not a command, a question. Mom didn’t even react when I asked her to get out of the shower. It was like I asked her what the weather was. She only got mad when she caught me looking at her. There wasn't anything overtly sexual about the question, either. Maybe that's why it wasn't as point-intensive as it could have been.

He facepalmed.

“I’m so stupid,” he sat on the side of his bed laid back. His legs dangled off the bed. “But I really liked seeing Mom like that…”

An image of his mother’s huge wet tits flickered across his mind like a searchlight to a sailor lost in a storm. His cock twitched.

I mean, my friends always said my mom was a MILF, but wow...

“There’s gotta be a way to salvage this,” he muttered. I-I have to see Mom’s breasts again.

He got up from the bed and started pacing back and forth. His computer screen flicked on when his hand brushed against the mouse. He paid it and the pile of work he still had yet to complete no heed.

“The Dialogue Menu seems to bypass whatever mechanism humans have that allows them to analyze a request or command before acting on it, but it’s also very literal. Even if I get Mom naked using the Menu, she’ll still be enraged when she ends up naked in front of me.”

Kyle smiled. He might not have had a way to get what he wanted most from his mother, but he was certain he had a way to fix what had transpired between the two of them.

It’s all so simple, really.

The thought of messing with his mother’s mind would have repulsed him mere minutes ago, but he couldn’t afford not to. Not if he wanted to have his mother’s forgiveness and a chance at seeing her naked again anytime he wanted.

Excitement coursed through him as he left his room and approached his mother’s. His heart hammered within his chest as he reached his fist to the wooden door. He pulled his hand back with a curse.

C’mon, you have the means to fix all of this. Don’t chicken out now.

He bit his lip and knocked on his mother’s bedroom door.

“I thought I told you to go to your room,” Sandra said sternly. “We’ll talk about what you did when your father gets home from work.”

Memories of his father disciplining him with a leather belt crept unbidden into his thoughts.

Yeah, that’s not happening.

(Welcome to the Dialogue Menu, User. Please select a subject to engage in Dialogue with, or close the Menu.)

Time stilled and Kyle felt his body freeze. The silence of the empty hallway was eerie, like something out of a story by Edgar Allen Poe. He couldn’t even hear the nigh-constant chirping of birds enjoying the heat of late spring.

Sandra Mitchell (1451 Agreeableness Points)

What? A person can lose agreeableness points? That is such bullshit! Okay calm down, Kyle. We have a problem to fix. Let’s see what we have here…

<01> Mom, can I come in? (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

"Maternal Reprimand"? Do all the choices carry that modifier now?

<01> Are you okay, Mom? (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

Shit.

…

<100> Open the door and let me in. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

<100> Just come out here so we can talk. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

Nice to see that some commands are still within my reach. It might be easier to get her to forgive me if she can see from my expression that I’m sincere, but do I really want to risk checking her out and getting caught? No, I need something more.

<100> Forgive me, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>) (Debuff –Familial Propriety <700 Points>)

Damn. I mean, I thought it would be difficult, but 100 base points with 1400 additional points for the debuffs ends up as 1500. Dammit, I’d have been able to use it if I hadn’t suffered that 50 AP loss. And I bet that awful Maternal Reprimand debuff could have been removed that way. What a bummer.

While the fact that the easiest pathway to success was barred to him put a damper on his mood, he refused to be discouraged. He scrolled down the Dialogue Menu’s options for what felt like years. Then, he found it.

<500> Ignore my eyes. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

A three-word sentence, but to a thinker like Kyle it represented boundless opportunity. If time had been flowing, his cock would have been at full mast.

If Mom doesn’t pay attention to my eyes, or more importantly what they're looking at, then she won’t notice it when I check her out. I won’t have to worry about accidentally checking her out during my apology. Theoretically. God, I can't wait to test this!

He made his choice and the Menu dissolved. His lips moved again of their own volition and he spoke with the strange voice whose words he still could not understand.

“Okay,” his mother’s voice was muffled slightly by the door. “I don’t know why you want me to stop paying attention to your eyes, but I will. Don’t think that means you’re in any less trouble for what you did earlier.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so,” he muttered.

He brought up the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1456 Agreeableness Points)

Wow, her points went up by five this time. Did that have something to do with the points required to execute the command or is it completely random?

<01> Are you dressed, Mom? (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

The Menu dissolved.

“I am, if you must know. I’m sure that’s upsetting to you,” Sandra replied, her tone even.

Sheesh, Mom. You really can carry a grudge.

He opened the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1457 Agreeableness Points)

Another point!

<100> Open the door and let me in. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

The Menu disappeared.

"Fine I'll let you in, but no funny business. I mean it."

Kyle rolled his eyes.

Sandra opened the door to her bedroom. She wore a light red t-shirt and loose gray sweatpants that were cuffed at her ankles.

Kyle's eyes involuntarily flicked to the outline of his mother's breasts.

No bra.

Her nipples stood out proud and pointy through the material of the shirt.

"Are you coming in or what?" his mother said. She wore an expression that told him that she was less than pleased to see him, but showed none of the harshness she'd displayed when she had caught him earlier.

Kyle blinked. He glanced back down at his mother's massive breasts, picturing them as they'd been for the brief few moments he'd seen them wet and bare. He looked back at his mother's face.

No change in her expression. There's no way she wouldn't have noticed me staring at her tits like that.

Kyle grinned triumphantly.

"It really worked," he muttered. His cock twitched.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he entered his mother's bedroom.

“Well, why don’t you have a seat?” she pointed to her bed. Kyle nodded and sat at on the edge of his parent’s king-sized bed. He couldn't help but imagine his mother lying down on the bed with no clothes, beckoning him to take in every inch of her gorgeous naked body.

Sandra moved to the other side of the room to the wooden rocking chair in the corner. It was her favorite chair. Oftentimes when he passed by his parents’ room while the door was open, he’d found her reading in it.

She dragged the chair across the room and sat in front of Kyle. The bed was slightly higher than the chair, so Kyle had a good look at his mother’s expansive cleavage. Her soft breasts jiggled as she shifted to make herself comfortable.

He put all the sincerity he could into his voice, even as he stared widely at his mother’s bosom. "I-I just wanted to apologize. I've been working so hard in school that I wasn't thinking straight. I shouldn't have looked at you like that. I'm sorry, Mom."

His mother's expression softened. Kyle’s eyes were drawn back to her breasts as she breathed in and out. Her mammaries stretched the material of her shirt.

"I know. Your father and I are proud of you for putting so much effort into your studies, which makes it hard for me understand why you’d spy on me; your own mother,” she shifted again in her chair, causing her breasts to wobble. “I didn’t raise you to be the sort of person who could do that!”

Kyle bit his lip.

I wonder what options the Menu has that could help me.

Sandra Mitchell (1458 Agreeableness Points)

<01> Mom, I promise I’m not the sort of person who would do that sort of thing again. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

…

<50> Don’t tell Dad what happened between us in your bathroom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)(Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

A few of these options look pretty helpful, but it’d be a serious load off my back if Dad never found out about any of this.

<50> Don’t tell Dad what happened between us in your bathroom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)(Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

The blue screen fizzled out and time resumed.

“I guess that’s reasonable. Your father would probably be very harsh towards you for what happened and you don’t deserve that,” she gave him a sincere expression which was ruined by the fact that she leaned forward slightly, presenting Kyle with a deeper view of her cleavage. “I promise I won’t tell him what happened, Kyle.”

Boobsboobsboobs!

He brought up the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1460 Agreeableness Points)

A two-point jump? What could have caused that? I wonder if this Menu has a tutorial. Hey Menu! Tutorial!

Nothing happened.

Eh, it was worth a shot. Let’s pick another option.

<01> Mom, I promise I’m not the sort of person who would do that sort of thing again. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

He took a deep breath when time resumed and the sudden stimuli of everyday life assailed his five senses.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that.

“Hm,” Sandra frowned in thought before giving him a small smile. “You know what, I believe you. Strange, considering how perverse you were just a few minutes ago.”

“That’s good,” Kyle smiled at his mother. “Can you forgive me?”

Sandra frowned at him again. “No, I don’t think I can. I need some time to go over what happened in my head. I still haven't decided what your punishment is going to be.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Kyle muttered.

“If there’s nothing else you wanted to say, you should probably go,” his mother said. She sat up in her chair. Her hefty boobs jiggled again, ensnaring Kyle’s attention. He stared deeply into her cleavage, imagining what those absolutely massive breasts would look like with his cock between them.

“Uh… one more thing,” Kyle said, activing the Dialogue Menu just as he finished his sentence.