Compel your mother to kiss you goodnight.

You quirk your mouth, thinking about the possibilities. If the commands did cancel, then you were already boned and you'd have to 'fix' your sister tomorrow before she killed you. If not, then why not have one last test? Just to see?

You were wiped out, using your dick was out of the question, but that didn't mean you couldn't still have fun. Holding the ring to your mouth, you think of Mom. "Kiss me goodnight like a lover. The taste of your son will arouse you like no other man." The ring vibrates and you hear footsteps outside your door a moment later. Thinking fast you give the ring another squeeze, "Wear something sexy whenever you come into my room after sunset. You will enjoy my eyes on your body but still feel embarrassed when I oggle you." The footsteps stopped outside your door before padding back in the direction of your moms room. You wait with baited breath. You didn't actually tell her to come into your room with the second command, if they cancelled she could just not come in. If they did... you wince as your boner returns from trauma care, not quite ready to be back in the line of duty.

Finally, you hear the footsteps return and your door slowly opens, your mothers head peeking in. You try not to look like you were expecting her, "Hi Mom, what's up?" She seemed nervous, her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Just thought I'd kiss you goodnight dear." You give her a quizzical look, "Mom, don't you think I'm a little old tooo..." you trail off as she steps into your room. She's wearing a black nightie that hugs her curves so lovingly that it must be elastic. It's short enough that it would cover nothing if she bent over at the waist and it presses her breasts together to make an eye-catching valley.

Your mother blushes, raising her arms to cover the most risqué parts of her outfit, "Sorry about the dress dear, I was just trying it on and I guess I forgot I was wearing it. I'll go change... if... if you want me to." You almost cry out in protest but restrain yourself. She'd backed up through the doorway but she wasn't leaving without a kiss. Your mouth quirks up: if she did she'd just have to come back in something just as sexy.

Despite telling you she would leave and covering herself in what could only be described as the sexiest way possible, Mom cleared her throat after a long moment, "John! Stop staring at your mother like that!" Her voice doesn't have the usual oomph behind it that signaled you were in trouble but you try to act like normal. You wrench your eyes away from her, turning away so that your growing erection was less obvious, "Sorry! Sorry Mom I didn't mean to... um... Sorry."

You think you sounded pretty normal and you almost expect the admonishment to continue but after a moment your mother enters the room, "It's alright sweetie, I know you're a growing boy with desires. Just try to remember who you're eying up next time." She walks back into your line of sight and your eyes immediately gravitate back to her curves. There's no way she didn't notice but this time she remained silent, turning away from you. She peers out the window, arching her back so that the black material slides up to reveal the bottom of her bottom and the sliver of black thong that split the perfect globes. Your mouth falls open slightly.

You see her shiver and a bloom of condensation covers the cold window as she sighs. As it clears, your eyes meet her reflections: She was watching you watch her. She turns back to you with a nervous smile, her walk alarmingly close to a strut as she approaches you. Her eyes glance down at the obvious tent you were pitching but you're too enraptured by her swaying hips to notice or try to cover yourself. She leans in close, waaay closer than either of you should be comfortable with, and meets your eyes. Your heart flutters in spite of yourself: you might have set this in motion but you weren't the instigator here. God she was beautiful.

Your mouth is dry as your eyes close and your lips meet, hers enveloping yours, first the upper then the lower. Her tongue slid between them, wetting your naive skin, before pushing into your still slack-jawed mouth. Usually you were a little better than this but your mothers gentle touch had you completely immobilized. This was entirely different from the animalistic lust you'd sated with Katie, it was like... It was like kissing a lover. The kiss goes on, slowly deepening as your mother compensates for your shock by leaning in to the kiss, bracing her hand on your lap to support herself. Your eyes roll up as her palm presses on your restrained cock, drawing a low moan from deep inside you.

Much to your disappointment, she pulls back. Her expression is tight, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Mom? Are you alright?"

She started, nearly tripping as she backpedaled away from you, "I-I'm so sorry, I don't know what..." Her face shifts through ever deepening shades of red as she speaks, her hands clutching her nightie like it might fly away. She looks horrified but also flustered, her tongue flicks out over her lips before her eyes widen and her mouth snaps shut. She swallows hard, looking more than a little ill, "I have to go." You don't get a word out before she's out your door, leaving so quickly the papers scattered over your desk rustle in the draft.

You lick your lips. That was... wow. You take a few deep breaths, resisting the urge to pull out the MCR and bring her back. Now you know why making out and fucking should be done in that order, "Goddamn..." You struggle out of your jeans, gingerly working around your eager but worn out cock. You were going to have a damned hard time falling asleep now... but it was worth what you had to look forward to tomorrow.