Dan finishes, but Emma's new life is only beginning

It had been a long and glorious masturbation session. As Dan pitched yet another soiled tissue into the heap, he felt just a twinge of guilt.

He had started out trying to be ‘good’

But it just wasn’t for him. Yeah his mom would probably get punished for it… but with his dick driving he couldn’t bring himself to care.

With his mind clearing though, he began to realize what his actions would likely mean for his mother.

Eh, it can’t be anything too bad.

But no sooner had the thought entered his mind than his computer screen flickered, a message filled it, clearly from the Motivator.

PUNISHMENT COMPLETE. YOU ARE NOW FREE TO RELEASE EMMA HUNT FROM THE CHAIR BY PRESSING THE RED BUTTON.

He stared at the words for several moments.

It can’t possibly have punished her already… how could it have known?

But strangely… the thought didn’t cause any guilt to well up. Instead he was… curious.

He pulled off his noise canceling headphones, and almost immediately heard sobs and groans coming from downstairs.

He froze at the bottom of the stairs. His mouth hung open, his eyes were wide as he took in the scene. His mother, boring, timid, and prudish, was strapped to a sex **** chair. A dildo was actively fucking her up the ass, vibrators tormenting her nipples and clit.

The screen in front of her still displayed the final frame he had been watching.

Has it been showing her everything I’ve been watching?

Rather than shame or guilt… a strange and unfamiliar feeling of…power began to rise in him. Dominance even.

His mother whimpered again, and he walked over, unhurried. As he got a closer look at her predicament, his dick began to twitch. Even after everything, the sight of his mother being ravished by this machine was undeniably hot.

“Close the curtains!” She managed to whimper out, but Dan ignored her. The machine had red and green buttons on it. He knew the Red one was supposed to free her, but he was curious, and pushed the green one first.

The curtains slid smoothly closed, Dan shrugged and pressed the red button anyway. He watched with interest as the machine pulled free of Emma’s ass with a sloppy sound. She practically collapsed to the floor, sobbing.

Despite her pitiful appearance, Dan felt no guilt or pity. He felt something quite different.

He smirked, and his tone matched the expression. “So… guess you already realized that signing yourself up for that program wasn’t a great idea.”

Emma looked up at her son with shock on her face. Her own voice was weak, but she tried her best to snap back at him, “How dare you!? All… THIS… was YOUR FAULT.”

Dan shook his head with a dry chuckle. The unfamiliar feeling of dominance and power was swelling up even more, and he saw no reason to refuse it.

“Don’t even try to pin this on me. You signed up, this was all YOUR idea. Maybe.. Just maybe, you should have had a bit more respect for me and my privacy!”

Horror rose up inside Emma as she looked up at her son. There was no guilt on his face, no regret, only a cruel smirk that held grim promise.

“What… but I…”

“That’s enough, I’ll tell YOU what is going to happen now. If you don’t want to have an experience like THAT again…” He waved a hand towards the chair, “then you are going to listen to me, and do what I tell you. Otherwise… well I have to admit I’m very curious what else the Motivator will come up with.”

“You can’t… I’m your MOTHER!”

“Yeah.. my anal slut of a mother.”

Emma broke down all over again. His words made the throbbing pain in her ass rise to the fore, and the coldness of his tone made it abundantly clear that her plan–which had seemed like such a good idea–had spectacularly backfired.

“I’m taking your credit card and going to get some food. I’ll bring you back something too. While I’m gone, why don’t you get a shower, you reek of sex.”

The door slammed moments later, and Emma began her new life.

The Motivator observed the scene closely.

The likelihood that Dan Hunt will watch degrading pornography again within the next year dropped from 99.998% but only to 41.3%. It was now running additional calculations. The experiment was not a failure, but the data collected had apparently been insufficient.

Continued experiments were obviously necessary before the program could conclude.