Jackie feels the heat

(Seems like people weren't as enthused with my last attempt so here is another possible branch to see if it does better.)

DJ could feel the worlds split around him as the branches of his choices split off. He looked up into his mom’s eyes and saw something there that he hadn’t expected. He had expected disgust, he had expected anger, even revulsion, instead there was a glimmer of sadness. Furrowing his brow, DJ tried to find a way to explain his situation. Before he could blurt out the truth, he felt PK reach down and take control. “I’ve been doing this for years. But only ever your stuff. I’m so sorry for the invasion of privacy Mom, I just didn’t know how to tell anyone.”

The anger in DJ’s mother seemed to deflate as she heard him speak. A look of confusion at how to move forward came over her face before she stepped over and collapsed onto the couch next to him. “I just don’t understand hun. You know you could have told me?” Her words held a plaintive tone as she spent time coming to grips with the situation.

PK’s voice spoke up inside DJ’s mind. ‘So, here’s how this goes. Every time Mommy asks a question, you get to respond. Only every time you try to tell her anything that doesn’t make you sound like Mommy’s favorite little crossdresser, I’ll pick something worse. Sound fun? Does to me!’

DJ groaned in his mind as he tried to search for what to say to his mother. “It is just…I was the only boy. I was the man of the house. I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

Jackie’s face was split with a sad smile as she reached out and put an arm around DJ. She pulled the pair of them close. “I would never be disappointed in you honey! I’m honestly more sad that I missed out on all the fun times with you. Look at you! Your outfit is hot! And you walk in those shoes like a queen.” She giggled and reached forward to tweak the nipple of the ostensibly fake breasts only to be stunned when DJ’s mouth dropped open and a moan slipped out.

“Oh god. Ummm, no they aren’t real Mom. They just, they have this sensor thing, I can feel everything.” DJ was afraid that line wouldn’t get past PK’s censoring, but was pleasantly surprised when he heard himself say it.

A look that DJ didn’t quite understand came over his mothers face as her hand left his breast. Had it been his imagination, or had her fingers lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary? Either way, he could feel the pleasure of her touch combined with the humiliation of explaining all of this to her begin to get a rise out of him. “Those must have been expensive. You really do love this don’t you?”

DJ simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He knew what he wanted to say but was pretty sure that telling her that they seemed to have cost him control of his body wouldn’t have gotten past the censorship. The quiet confirmation in his mind made it seem like PK agreed.

Standing up, Jackie pulled DJ up along with her. The pair of them stood toe to toe. Looking her son up and down she was surprised to see how good he looked. In fact, he looked like a much younger version of herself. There was just one oddity. DJ saw his mother’s gaze drop down to his groin and he suddenly knew what she was staring at. The bump that had been less noticeable was becoming more of a long hard bar that distended the fabric of the skin tight leggings.

DJ tried to think of anything other than the fact that his mother stood there staring at his hardon while he was dressed in some of her sluttiest clothes. It did no good as he felt her eyes boring into him.

Jackie’s heartbeat sped up as she tried to tear her eyes from the outline of the cock in her favorite leggings. Unable to look away, she licked her lips and spoke. “DJ, I think we have a problem honey.” Her hand reached out, the long red nails on the tips of her fingers just barely brushing the stretched tight fabric over her son’s surprising large cock.

DJ tried to say that they should stop. He tried to speak up and tell her he knew how wrong this was. Only after nothing came out did he realize he had stepped into PK’s trap. “Mommy, please.” The words came out as a loud moan. The sound broke DJ’s mother of the spell that seemed to hold her in place and her hand hovered over the bulge.

Did she dare reach out and take it? Or should she see if she could control herself long enough for her son to find someone else?