Kyle's mother arrives to pick him up

Kyle stood near the front door.

The sun had begun to set, and the sky had transitioned into orange-red canvas.

After he’d ejaculated inside Janet for what had been the third or fourth time today, his mother had sent him a text notifying him that she’d be coming by to pick him up soon, and that dinner was just about ready. Janet had understood, even if she didn’t like it. Kyle wasn’t necessarily a fan of leaving, either. Janet was so warm and accepting. She’d do whatever he wanted and without any of his mother’s pesky debuffs hindering his progress, cementing his control over her hadn’t been that difficult.

He’d given her the bathrobe back and redressed in the clothes he’d arrived in. She hadn’t wanted to take it back at first, whether because it reminded her of her husband or because it had been something of a gift from her he didn’t know. She’d cheered up a little when he told her that the bathrobe would be just the first of many articles of clothing he’d be storing in her closet for use when he stayed over.

Bare feet tapping against the floor heralded her return from the second floor. Two arms wrapped around his chest from behind. She pressed her face into his neck from behind and sighed.

“I don’t want you to go.” She whispered.

“I’ll be back soon. You can count on that.”

She smiled in a way that made him want to pin her up against the wall and have his way with her again.

“I know. That doesn’t mean I have to like it,” she murmured. “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? I’m going to be so bored just sitting here by myself. And Jimmy. God, I don’t even know if I want him to come home. I feel like just seeing him will be enough to remind me of how much I wish I’d given birth to you instead.”

He turned to face her, and she removed her arms from his sides.

Kyle took a few seconds to admire Janet. Her perfect blonde hair. Her intelligent, lively green eyes. She’d put on a blue shirt and a pair of white shorts to cover up her lingerie, but he could still see the faint outline of the bra through her shirt. He let his eyes rove up and down her body again, drinking in her curves.

Just a few hours ago, I was just her son’s best friend. Now, I’m the center of her life; the person she loves most in the world. All because of the Menu. How far does its influence extend, I wonder? Janet’ll let me impregnate her after I reach 1200 AP. What will I be able to make her do when I double or triple that number?

His mind teemed with possibilities. Another reason he was **** to leave Janet so soon.

“We already talked about this, Janet.”

She sighed at his use of her name.

“I know. I know. I have to keep up appearances. Pretend that I actually care about him and that I’m still a single mother since you’re not ready for anyone to know about us yet,” she sounded a little hurt by that.

Kyle smirked. The guilt he’d felt at manipulating Janet had died the moment his manhood had entered her pussy, graduating him from his virginity. He felt like a new person. A man where before he’d been a young, inexperienced boy playing at manipulation and control. He’d actually finally enslaved someone to his will. Janet would do anything for him. Be anything. All he had to do was open the Menu and practically anything of hers was his. Her house. Her car. Her entire bank account (he’d checked just for the hell of it and was immediately floored by the notion that he’d probably never have to work a day in his life if he didn’t want to). Even her motherly love.

“It’s a tough job, but I know you can do it, Mom. I believe in you,” he reached a hand up to cup the side of her cheek.

She nuzzled her face into his palm like a pet would the hand of its master and then kissed his wrist. She inhaled deeply through her nose and emitted a contented sigh.

“Thanks, that means more to me than you know,” she said after a few moments. “So when can I expect you back?”

He lowered his hand down to grab one of her breasts through her shirt. She drew in a sharp breath, but otherwise did nothing.

After staring at Janet and so many other seemingly unattainable women for much of his adolescence, being able to just grope a woman like that in the middle of her house felt incredibly empowering. He gave her breasts a few squeezes before answering.

“Tomorrow afternoon, probably. Mom would definitely notice if I snuck out after dinner. She’s incredibly anal about me staying in and doing my homework, so no midnight visits. Probably.”

Janet shook her head.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Just knowing that you’re working hard to build a future for yourself makes me so proud. I used to wish Jimmy could have been even half as hard a worker as you are. God, he’s always been such a lazy brat compared to you,” her eyes shined. “Also, uh, despite how I’ve been acting the past few minutes, I don’t want you to feel pressured to come visit me. I’ll always be happy to see you and I’ll miss you when you’re gone, but your happiness is much more important to me than mine.”

His cheeks felt warm for some reason.

“Really?”

Janet nodded.

“That’s right. It’s a mother’s job to make sure her boy gets everything he wants, even if she has to make sacrifices to ensure it happens,” she leaned forward slightly, showing more of her cleavage. Her huge breasts dangled beneath her slightly.

I just want to rip that shirt off and suck on them.

“Thanks.”

Janet chewed her lower lip.

“It’s my pleasure, baby.”

He smiled as an idea came to him.

“You know, Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean we can’t stay in touch.”

She gave him a devious smile of her own.

“That’s true. Feel free to call or text me whenever you want. Don’t worry about waking me up if it’s late. I’ll always be ready to talk to you about anything you want.”

The subtle gleam in her green eyes told him exactly what she meant by “anything.”

“That’s great, and I’ll definitely take advantage of that. But I was also thinking you could send me some sexy pictures of yourself. I might get horny and need something to jerk off to while I’m up in my room by myself.”

Janet gasped.

“Oh god, you actually want me to-”

With a thought, time froze, interrupting Janet mid-sentence. He stared at her face for a few timeless moments, marveling at the woman who was now his, and his alone.

Janet Connelly (1114 Agreeableness Points)

Damn, Janet’s really come a long way. I wonder how far I’ll get with Mom tonight. Surely enough to bypass that annoying **** and maternal authority debuffs of hers. Speaking of which, why hasn’t anyone else had besides Ms. Torres had anything similar? Ms. Torres had a teacher-related debuff and now that Janet sees herself as my (adoptive?) mother, shouldn’t she have gotten an **** debuff? Maybe she hasn’t because she knows we aren’t blood-related, but still. Whatever rules the Dialogue Menu is governed by seem completely arbitrary.

As much as he’d grown to love the power the Menu offered him, he found it annoying how little he understood it.

I don’t even know where it came from or why I even have it. Who’s to say it wasn’t created by some shadowy government organization and any day now they’ll come after me looking for it.

He snorted internally.

Pointless speculation. I’ve been watching too many bad science fiction movies.

Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the notion that something was wrong. Power like this which defied all of his preconceptions about the world and free will didn’t just drop into someone’s lap for no reason. That wasn’t how the world was supposed to work. There had to be some origin point. Some purpose behind why he’d gotten the Menu.

I’ve tried thinking, asking the Menu for answers. So far it hasn’t said anything about where it’s from or even explained what it is or how it works.

He stood there in complete silence. Normally, after a certain period of time, he’d get bored or irritated just standing in one place, and would feel an urge to move.

Here, he felt nothing. Not hungry, thirsty, or bored. Emotions like anger or lust still came to him easily, but found that he could just stay there staring at whatever was in front of him and not feel a need to choose an option or even dismiss the Menu.

He had a vague sense of being outside himself. It was like his perspective had wandered away from his own body, and he was observing himself from afar through someone else’s eyes.

What the hell?

As quickly as the sensation came over him, it was gone, and he was seeing through his own eyes again.

Suddenly he felt cold, like he’d suddenly been submerged in the middle of the ocean.

“-take pictures of myself and send them to you?”

“What?” he didn’t remember dismissing the Menu. What had just happened? It had never done that before. It always waited for him to either dismiss it or choose a dialogue option before restarting time.

Janet repeated herself, a faint blush on her face.

“I asked if you actually wanted me to take naked pictures of myself and send them off to you for your… viewing pleasure. Damn, just the thought of you jerking that amazing cock of yours to pictures of me is so incredibly hot. Normally, I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of doing something like that, but now I can’t get the idea out of my head.”

She kept talking, but he was barely paying attention to her. He tried to summon the Menu again, but time kept flowing normally. Janet seemed to realize quickly that something was wrong.

“Kyle, are you okay? Do you need to lie down for a bit?” her green eyes widened with worry.

He swallowed. His heart thudded heavily in his chest. His palms felt sweaty. It felt like the ground beneath him had given way.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “I just…”

The holographic floating dialogue box I’ve been using to mind-control you suddenly won’t respond to my commands anymore.

“I had a chill, that’s all.”

He tried calling the Dialogue Menu once more, and again it refused to answer his call.

She smiled softly.

“Oh,” she replied. “Is there anything you want me to do? Anything at all?”

“Well, I could use a hug right about now,” he said.

She beamed at him. That made him feel a little better, even as his thoughts tumbled at a mile a minute.

Why won’t the Menu work anymore? And what was that weird feeling I had earlier when I was using it? It was like I was having an out of body experience. I think that’s called astral projection. And I remember feeling incredibly cold. I never experienced anything temperature-wise while time was frozen before, another sign something’s gone terribly wrong.

As Janet’s arms wrapped around him and her big breasts were squished against his chest, he felt warm. He almost smiled.

A car honking jolted him from Janet’s embrace. He turned and looked outside and saw his mother’s car hugging the curb in front of Janet’s yard. It had gotten darker since he’d last looked out the window, the sky now a faint violet hue. The street lights had come on, bathing sections of the street with pale white artificial light.

“That’s my ride,” he said. “You want to say hi to my mom before we go?”

Janet shook her head.

“No, that’s okay. Besides, she’s probably in a rush if she didn’t bother to walk up and ring the doorbell.”

Kyle nodded.

Yeah. Mom’s such a workaholic the need to rush everywhere seems to have bled into her daily life. The fact that we’re having dinner soon has likely made matters worse.

“All right. God, I really don’t want to go yet,” he muttered, and it wasn’t just because his plans to brainwash his mother had seemingly gone out the window with the Dialogue Menu’s suddenly non-responsiveness.

Janet kissed him. Her lips were soft and warm. All too soon she retreated, a faint grin on her face.

“Go on. Next time you come over, you can stay as long as you want,” she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “I’ll even let you fuck me all night long while little Jimmy’s in the next room. Would you like that?”

His cock was fully erect now.

Janet glanced downward and smirked. She grabbed his erection and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Another car honk announced his mother’s growing impatience.

“Bye Mom.”

“Bye sweetie. Be safe. And don’t forget to call or text me tonight!”

“I won’t,” he opened the front door. Cool evening air wafted against his skin, and he heard crickets chirping their nocturnal songs.

“I love you!” she said as he walked away. He turned and saw her waving at him. His heart ached even though he knew the time they were separated would be brief.

I love you too, Janet.

He made it to the passenger door of his mother’s vehicle and opened it.

His mother raised her eyebrows. Her auburn hair was wet and slightly curled. She wore ruby red lipstick that accentuated the plumpness of her lips. A low-neck light purple dress showed off her expansive pale cleavage and tapered off above her knee, drawing attention to her thick, toned thighs.

Kyle stared at her.

W-wow! I had no idea Mom had anything like that in her wardrobe. She looks amazing! Not that she doesn’t look incredibly hot normally, but I’ve never actually seen her make an effort to improve her appearance beyond what she wears to work.

“Took you long enough,” she admonished. Her blue eyes stared at him. “Get in quick. We don’t want dinner to get cold.”

Kyle turned his head to hide his amusement.

Nice to see you too, Mom.

He got in the car, threw his backpack in the rear seat and shut the door behind him.

The car immediately turned away from the curb and sped towards the end of the street.

“So how was it?” his mom asked. “Did you get a lot of studying done?”

He turned to face her and was immediately distracted by the closeness of her deep cleavage.

Reflexively, he triggered the Menu. The car stopped. Dark blue lettering materialized in front of his face.

Sandra Mitchell (1585 Agreeableness Points)

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