Kyle formulates a game plan

Sandra Mitchell (1461 Agreeableness Points)

Another point, again.

As time stilled, Kyle couldn’t help but admire the fullness of his mother’s breasts again.

They’re just so… juicy.

He wanted to play with them. Squeeze them. He wanted his mother to mash them together willingly for his viewing pleasure. He could almost picture her moaning with pleasure as he bit her nipples.

That’s where I want to be.

There was little doubt in his thoughts about the moral implications of sexualizing his own mother. He turned his attention to the available dialogue options.

<01> You look really nice today, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)

<01> I’ve gotten through a good deal of my homework, by the way.

No debuff for that Dialogue Option? Huh. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she said she was proud of how I approached my studies?

He mulled an idea over in his mind for a few moments.

Can I filter my options so they only show the ones that have to deal with my homework or schoolwork?

The translucent blue became a blur for a few seconds before the options in front of him repopulated.

<01> I’ve gotten through a good deal of my homework, by the way.

<01> The work I’ve been doing for school is so stressful, Mom.

<01> I’ll probably have over fifteen credits by the time I sit down in my first college class.

…

<20> I’ve been working myself to the bone. Don’t you think I deserve a nice break?

<20> Can you help me with the essay I’m writing for my English class? It might take a while.

Kyle’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

No debuffs whatsoever. There’s nothing even remotely sexual about any of these options, but it’s good to know that even if Mom’s livid because of what I did she’s still proud of me for doing well in school.

<01> The work I’ve been doing for school is so stressful, Mom.

The Menu dissipated and time promptly resumed.

Sandra blinked for a moment before she gave Kyle a warm smile. She leaned forward and patted him on the knee, exposing her deep cleavage to Kyle.

“I know it’s difficult, honey, but you’re almost at the finish line,” Sandra said. “I’m so proud of you.”

“T-thanks, Mom,” he said, his gaze still focused entirely on his mother’s massive mammaries.

He opened the Menu again. He stared down her cleavage for a few moments, transfixed by the view.

Sandra Mitchell (1462 Agreeableness Points)

<01> Stand up. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>)(Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

The Menu disappeared.

“I can do that, I guess,” his mother muttered. She scooted her chair backward, creating thin indents in the white carpet.

She stood up from her seat, incidentally causing her big breasts to loom over Kyle to such a degree that they cast a shadow over his face. His eyes drifted lower, tracing the curves of her body until his gaze settled on her wide hips.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said. It was a heady feeling having control over his busty mother, even if he couldn’t outright command her to obey him sexually. She was usually such an authoritative person in Kyle’s life, always in control of the goings-on of the Mitchell household and somehow extending that authority to her interactions with people outside the family. It felt good to reverse that paradigm.

There’s probably something wrong with me for feeling this way, but I can’t seem to find it within myself to care…

He opened the Menu again and scrolled through the options until he found one he liked.

Sandra Mitchell (1463 Agreeableness Points)

<50> You just came out of the shower, Mom. Go change into your bathrobe. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

“Hm, yeah. I guess I can do that. I did just get out of the shower, after all and I’m still a little wet,” Sandra said.

If only I could get you wet in a different way.

He watched his mother open her closet. She sifted through various dresses and business suits that hung from the hangers before she found a thin white bathrobe.

“I’ll be right back. I trust that you won’t try peaking again?” his mother said. Her bright blue eyes glared at him imperiously, as if daring him to say anything that might attract her ire.

Despite the situation, Kyle couldn’t him but feel a little nervous about the way she looked at him.

He gulped and nodded.

That seemed to mollify her for the time being, for her eyes lost their intensity and she turned, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

She has a fantastic ass.

Kyle had nearly bit his lip as he watched his mother’s juicy bubble butt jiggle in a way that was visible even through her loose sweatpants. He shifted as he subconsciously tried to hide his erection.

Calm down, Kyle. You told Mom to ignore your eyes, not the area between your legs.

He used the time in which his mother was changing to start to gather himself and plan what he was going to do next.

First, I need to figure out what I want from all of this. Yeah, that should be pretty obvious. I want to be able to do whatever I want with Mom, whenever I want. So that means I’ll have to spam dialogue options until the debuffs stop mattering. That’s… probably going to take a while, but still worth it. The “forgive me” option isn’t too far away, though.

He also wanted to test the Dialogue Menu with people he knew at school. Images of Mrs. Torres and his other female teachers flickered across his mind like shooting stars. He could imagine a diligent, hard-working student like himself racking up a decent amount of Agreeableness Points with them.

Without the **** hang-up that Mom has, they should be easier to manipulate. But their status as teachers likely comes with its own baggage.

Kyle sighed. No matter where his mind took him there was no way he saw to sate the desire for instant gratification that had worked its way into him since he’d discovered what the Dialogue Menu could do.

There was a chime from his phone. He blinked and drew his cellphone from his pocket. A short text message from his friend Jim was displayed on screen.

"Me, Mandy, and some of her friends r gonna study after school tomorrow. Want to bring that big brain of urs?"

Kyle blinked again.

“Huh.”

I’ve always gotten along with Mandy, even though she’s a cheerleader and I’m pretty much a nerd and thus automatically far lower in the high school social hierarchy. But I bet I have tons of AP with Jim. It shouldn’t be difficult to get him to let me to spend time around his girlfriend without him around. I could get him to record her while she's naked or send nude pics of her to me. Or maybe I could convince him to ignore anything weird I do with her. And that’s saying nothing about the access to the rest of the cheerleaders Mandy could give me once I have high enough AP with her. But do I really want to mess around with Jim’s girlfriend?

A memory of the tall blonde girl in question bending over in her short cheerleader skirt shot up to the forefront of his mind. Before he could stop himself he replied, “Sure.”

Sandra opened the bathroom door and stepped into her bedroom. The bathrobe was tied around her waist, but left a large expanse of skin on her chest uncovered, including a decent view of her upper breasts. He could just make out the edge of her areolas.

“How’s this?” his mother asked, spreading her arms wide as she did so. The action caused the tightly bound bathrobe to unravel. Her huge breasts spilled free of the robe, jiggling tantalizingly for Kyle’s viewing pleasure.

Holy shit!

He gaped as he stared at his mother’s big breasts for the second time today. Sandra simply looked at him questioningly, waiting for him to answer her question.

Does... does she not realize that her tits are hanging out? Okay, play it cool.

Kyle’s cock twitched.

“Uh… it’s fine, Mom. Like really, really fine.”

“Uh-huh,” his mother quirked an eyebrow. “Well why don’t you go downstairs and set the table. The pizza should be here any minute.”

Nah.

He manifested the ethereal blue menu once more and selected an option.

Sandra Mitchell (1464 Agreeableness Points)

<5> Jump up and down. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

His mother sighed and for a moment Kyle feared that the command hadn’t worked somehow, but then she obeyed. His mother's large nude tits wobbled enthusiastically as she hopped in front of him for his viewing pleasure.

Kyle suppressed a grin. Even if he couldn’t fuck his own mother at that moment, there were so many other things he could do. He couldn’t wait to hop on all of those little stepping stones that formed the pathway to gaining everything he’d ever wanted.