Dance

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Derek?" His mother asked as she stood there before him, her **** from earlier almost completely gone.

Perhaps the more I ask of her, the more willing, the more accustomed to taking orders she becomes, Derek mused as he scrolled through the list of commands, trying to find one that he felt would work on his mother. He wanted to explore the more explicit, the more sexual commands, but was fearful of them not working yet. I have to work up to them, get enough INF and EXP points to be sure she'll do what I want, he reminded himself as he found a suitable command. "Yes, there is, Mom," he assured her, his thumb pressing down on the command, waiting a few heartbeats until the phone chimed in success. "I want you to dance for me. Let me see how good you can dance," he instructed her, noting that his points did go up but not by much. Guess I'll have to ask her to do something more outside her comfort zone, Derek noted as he turned his attention back to his mother.

"Okay, Derek," Jess replied with a smile, her body slowly beginning to move, her hips swaying slowly to an unheard beat. Derek knew his mother enjoyed dancing, he could still remember his cousin's wedding a few years ago when she'd spent the entire evening on the dance floor, lost in the rhythm of the music, dancing with abandon. Derek had spent the night secretly, and ashamedly, ogling her as she gyrated to the beat.

"Let's go out into your bedroom, Mom," Derek suggested, hoping that by giving her more room, by setting the stage a little more he could get her to be more exhibitive. Rolling her shoulders and swaying her hips wasn't exactly the sort of dancing he'd had in mind when he gave her that command.

"Yes, Master," Jess agreed easily, her head bobbing slightly to the imagined music in her head as she followed him back into her bedroom.

"Right there's good, Mom," Derek instructed her, indicating that she should stand in the wide open area in front of the television as he moved over to her bed, turning on her bedside radion and scanning the stations for some more appropriate music than the light jazz she normally listened to. Finding a classic rock station, Derek sat down on the edge of his mother's bed and indicated for her to continue dancing. "Let me see how good you can dance," Derek told her as he watched her eagerly.

"Yes, Master," Jess agreed eagerly as her head started bobbing in time to the hard driving beat of the music coming out of the radio, her hips gyrating in time to the tempo. "God, I love this song," she murmured as she began to lose herself in the music, letting her body move to the song, Derek's command driving her to dance her best, to show off exactly how well she could dance.

"Christ!" Derek whistled as he watched his mother dance in front of him, her slender toned body moving easily in time to the music, her dancing taking on a seductive, arousing aspect as the song's tempo built to a crescendo. Her hips rocking suggestively, her back arching, her full breasts straining against her thin t-shirt as they jiggled and swayed with her movements. "That's great, Mom," Derek breathed in admiration, his pants tenting as he watched the seductive, sensual way his mother was dancing, "keep it up!" He fumbled with his phone, **** to tear his eyes off of his mother long enough to scroll through the commands, but finally pressing the Dance command again. "Keep dancing, Mom. Let me see how sexy you are, how hot you can dance," Derek hissed as he changed the music, turning the station to dance music radio.

"Yes, Master," Jess almost panted, her forehead glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as she danced in the middle of her bedroom. Her movements became harder, faster as the hard synthetic beats of the dance music filled the room, her body writhing and shimmying in time with the artificial beat of a drum machine.

"Damn," Derek breathed in awe, watching his normally prim and proper mother dance with wild abandon before him, her body undulating with the sensual beat of the radio. He'd never seen anyone dance so sexy, with so much sexual promise, as his mother was doing right now. "God, that's hot," Derek assured her, lost in the spectacle of her dancing. He was so wrapped up in watching her dance, watching how her sexy mature body writhed in time with the music, that his earlier worries were forgotten as he quickly pressed the Dance command once more before quickly scrolling up to the Undress command and pressing it. "Strip for me, Mom. Let me see it all!" Derek practically screamed in his excitement, not thinking about his EXP/INF points or the game at all, just focusing on the sexy mature woman before him and how much he wanted to see her naked.