Improve your relationship with mom!

You've never been a scholar but you've never been so motivated to understand something. This remote really can change reality! You point it at your mom's groceries. The produce becomes your favorite junk foods, the milk becomes a pony keg of beer, and her nutritional supplements become a big bottle of Delta-8 THC gummies, per your programming.

"Great choices, Mom!" you praise your motionless mother.

She doesn't respond, of course. But you'll be unpausing her soon enough, once you're sure she agrees with you about those choices. You bring up the mind control options and select "Verbal Programming". A blue laser appears and you aim it at the center of your youthened mother's forehead.

"You aren't my mother, Mariluz," you tell her. "Obviously. You're younger than me. You're my girlfriend. My very horny girlfriend. You love to party and get totally wasted. You love to fuck, but you feel guilty as a Catholic so you get high or drunk to use it as an excuse and you won't let me wear a condom but try to make me cum in your mouth or between your tits or up your ass so you don't get pregnant."

You grin, thinking it's good payback for years of Catholic school.

"Oh, and you like it when I call you 'Mamacita'," you add. "It makes you feel sexy. And horny."

You turn off the verbal programming mode and then unpause her. 19-year old Mariluz blinks back into awareness, her big brown eyes confused.

"I'm sorry, " she says in a soft, timid voice you barely recognize. "What was I saying?"

"You were saying I should reward you with a kiss for doing the shopping! " you tell her. "And you're totally right, as always Mamacita!"

She blushes with arousal as you grab her around the waist and kiss her, your tongue probing. She startles but doesn't pull back and in moments she's melting into you. You give her ass a squeeze and she moans into your mouth.

Then you give her ass a slap and break off the kiss.

"Get me a beer, woman! " you say. "Let's get this party started!"

Your youthened mother gets you a beer and herself one as well as you turn the TV to a channel that your mother had formerly blocked since it broadcast half-naked women dancing to raucous music 24-7.

"I love this song!" your improved mother declares, hands you your beer and proceeds to down her own in record time while shaking her hips more lewdly than the women in bikinis on screen.

"Let me refill that for you, Mariluz," you say, grabbing her glass so she can rub both hands up and down her body like the girls on screen.

"I have such a great boyfriend! " she exclaims.

You proceed to get Mariluz tipsy and stoned and her dancing gets more and more vulgar. She even flashes her tits several times. You've seen them before when she was paused, of course, but having her choose to show them off and jiggle them is better, you have to admit.

You dance with her, grabbing her ass and she grinds against you, alterately moaning and giggling.

"Ay, Carlos!" She slurs. "You make me so horny!"

You nibble her neck and ease your hand down the front of her shorts.

"Ay, Dios Mio!" She cries out as you find her moist, hot pussy.

You draw her towards the couch, intent on fucking her brains out.

And then there was a pounding on the front door.

Fuck.