Hacked!

When Peter had woken up that morning, there had been no idea in his head that he would end up laying on his bed, fighting off post-orgasmic sleep, after receiving a hand-job from his own mother. Not that he was complaining. No, far from it. What Peter had just experienced, while unorthodox, had been amazing.

All thanks to Uncle Larry.

The PDA, a dated technology to be sure, something he would have immediately put in a desk drawer and forgotten about had it not been for the note attached, was the best gift anyone could ever receive. How had his uncle come across it? Had he made it? Was it magical? Was magic real?!

So many questions. Very few answers. Not that it mattered. He was laying on his bed, cum dripping from his deflating penis, pants around his ankles, having just experienced an impossible sexual scenario. What mattered was that he could have anything he wanted, all thanks to the PDA.

Peter sat up and reached over to pick up the device. The task "Cum in mum's panties" was blinking, with a box next to it waiting for a check mark. It seemed redundant, considering that the actual cum in the actual panties worked for as much a checkmark as he needed, but he clicked it anyway, marking the task as done. A satisfying soft ding sounded as the display cleared, leaving room for him to add more immediate tasks, or add things to a calendar.

The display was in monochrome, showing that the device itself was not new. When was the last time a monochrome display was produced off of an assembly line? He chuckled as he scrolled through the archaic user interface. For the most part it was exactly what he had used it for, a task list, although there were features to have things added to later dates, or to have deadlines added to certain tasks. There were even features to allow for repeated tasks, things to happen on a set schedule, which Peter thought he'd explore later.

The settings menu was simple. Brightness, volume (for the dings, he guessed), and wifi. Why the device would need wifi was beyond him, but he supposed it might unlock updates or new features, so he selected it and punched in his password.

Then something went wrong.

For a period of ten seconds the screen rapidly flashed, and the beep, formerly pleasant, emitted a high pitch screech.

"Shit," he muttered, wondering if he had just broken the best thing he'd ever been given.

Then it stopped. The cursor blinked, waiting for input. Peter sighed a sigh of relief, seeing that the PDA was functional again. He would have to turn the wifi off to avoid it going wrong again.

But before he could, he saw words start to appear in his task list. Turning on the wifi had opened a vulnerability. Peter had been hacked! Someone, somewhere, was inputting things that he had to get done.

And from the looks of things, Peter was in trouble.