At HQ

“Back at the doctor's,” you cringe, “he said he'd cover cab fare for you to pick it up.”

Your mother considers that, “So how'd you get home again?” And she's not meeting your eyes…

…which makes you feel warm? “I ran at super speed,” you sigh, oh, horny again. “Which is also where my clothes went. Apparently after going through the laundry a couple hundred times, normal clothing disintegrates when I move at a couple hundred miles an hour.” You shake your head, trying g to clear your thoughts, looking at your mother's crotch in thise too-tight jeans, hmm… “My keys, wallet, and phone fared okay, at least.” You lick your lips, wondering if she's up for another round.

“So how‘s that work?” Your mother asks the obvious question, eyes not leaving your heaving chest.

And you're more than okay with that, “Good question; doc?”

“I can give you a website, username, password, and an OTP where I have an account, and you can order it up on your phone,” he replies.

That gives you pause, “You do OTPs how?”

“I know the date and the timezone, your phone has the time, I memorized the secret and the algorithm.” He pauses, “It's a little annoying, but I've had practice.”

You shrug, and enjoy watching your massive mammary glands jiggle, “That works, then…”

You open your phone and type in the address username, password, and OTP he gives you. You enter your destination address, let your browser share your current location, and ten minutes later a limo pulls up.

As your mother gets his jaw off the floor, you ask your body guest, “Didn't you say a cab?”

“I have the deluxe membership,” he chuckles in your head. “Didn't think you'd mind.”

The driver gets out, phone in hand, and your guest speaks up, “He needs to scan the QR code from the site.”

You hold out your phone, he points his phone at yours, it keeps cheerily, and he nods as he opens the door silently.

You get in with your mother, and take a breath. The inside has a white leather couch, a small table already set with a few glasses, some snacks, and a bottle of wine on ice. “I'm not old enough yet…” you whisper as you look natural the bottle.

“There’s sparkling cider in the fridge,” which glows to your vision, drawing your eye.

You pause, “Ah… how'd you do that?”

“Same way you can hear me,” he pauses a moment, considering, “I have something of a magical tap into your nervous system. This let's me see what you see, hear what you hear, feel what you feel, and so on: I get to experience life. It also let's me talk to you: I can add the sound of my voice, or any other sensation, like highlighting objects. It only works when you wear my anchor, however.”

“Wait…” you frown, “...are there any limits to that?”

“Not really,” he answers, “I need to know what I want you to experience, but it is pretty much only limited to my imagination. Do you want to have another orgasm or something?”

Yes, “No thank you,” you manage as the driver starts the vehicle, and it begins a whisper-quiet drive.

Your mother pours a glass and takes a drink, “Hmm… nice vintage.”

You find you can't stop thinking about what the ring said… how your mother made you feel… that empty void in your middle. You scootch up and start slowly rubbing your mother's crotch.

“We need to get you on the pill then…” she breathes heavily, her face starting to flush, “...but I can't just perform again so soon…”

Stupid hormones… you find yourself unzipping your mother's pants… your pants that she's wearing… and taking that big floppy dick, still a little wet from your own juices, into your mouth. It's musky and a little salty… you bob your head up and down, grabbing her floppy shaft with one hand trying to get an idea of what he likes… and sliding the other under your dress to feel yourself up. Your mother grabs your hair as you go.

It does not take long to get her hard again, and your mother pulls a rubber from his purse, puts it on, and you mount him as she slips his hands under your clothes and squeezes your butt… which you expand for him. you then start bouncing up and down on your mother's lap, your tits in his face, during the ride. You manage to go off three times before your mother does. You stay seated, simply cuddling with your mother as he goes soft inside of you.

When you finally slide off, you notice a few things: First, the rubber stayed in place this time. Second, that your panties are soaked and disgusting… so you pull them off and put them in a purse you borrowed from your mother. Third, you're parked in the lot at The Gibborim's building.

You kiss your mother, you both right your clothes, and you climb out….