Kyle manipulates his parents

Kyle stared at the frozen visage of his father as he looked towards the torn sliver of purple fabric that had come from his mother’s dress.

Dad would totally freak out if he knew what me and Mom did, and I feel stupid for even letting such an obvious thought cross my mind. Okay. So, what do I do with Dad? Send him away? Make him ignore me and Mom?

The Menu’s holographic blue text waited patiently for his input.

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He has the same AP value Mom did when I first used the Menu on her. Is that because both of them love me equally, or is it a value the Menu just automatically assigns to the parents of its user?

Kyle sighed mentally. The Menu wouldn’t answer him, of course. It responded to his requests, but only so far as it pertained to activating and using the Menu itself. It wasn’t sentient, at least he didn’t think. It felt more like a really advanced program that could anticipate and respond fluidly to his commands, but only within the parameters with which it had been… programmed? created? born? Where had the Menu even come from? It had manifested itself after an electric shock Kyle had received from his computer. Had it come from the internet? The power grid? Was he simply insane and everything he had seen and done so far just a waking dream as he lay comatose in a hospital?

I’m getting distracted. One of the few negative aspects of the Menu creating a timeless space. I have all the “time” in the world to let weird ideas and thoughts distract me from what I should be doing. Top among them: getting rid of Dad so I can have more fun with Mom. Okay, Menu. Let’s see what you’ve got.

The Menu flickered, and Kyle’s field of view was soon dominated by various dialogue options.

<200> Hey Dad, Mom’s really busy with something upstairs. You know how she is. Forget about that little piece of garbage on the floor. Go to the living room, open the pullout couch, and sleep there tonight so you don’t disturb Mom. (Debuff – Paternal Authority <350>)

Heh. I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that a “Paternal Authority” debuff exists, but why is 350 instead of 500 like with Mom? I mean, Dad’s usually less strict with me and tends to let a lot more slide than Mom would. Is that why? Or are moms more strict in general?

He scrolled through the dialogue options until he found one that stuck out to him.

<400> You don’t want to bother Mom today. Go find a hotel to stay in for the night, Dad. (Debuff – Paternal Authority <350>)

If time were flowing, Kyle would have smiled. Having Dad go away would solve his immediate problems. Mom would definitely have questions, but Kyle could always lie or use the Dialogue Menu to make her accept what happened without question.

A dizzying realization came over him.

I’m in a position where I can control my own parents.

The reality of it hit him like a ton of bricks. Just a few days ago, they had been a semi-normal family. Two parents and their only son. Now, Kyle didn’t know what they were.

A moral son wouldn’t **** the Menu like this.

His thoughts drifted to his mother. The sight of her big tits which had for so long tantalized him. The shape of her ass, the sight of his cum smearing her juicy asscheeks. The feeling of her lips wrapped around his cock…

I’ve already been through this. I can’t go back now.

Resolved, Kyle chose the dialogue option and time resumed.

He felt his lips form shapes as his voice spoke in the alien language he couldn’t hope to comprehend. His father faced him immediately, nodding along with his words as they made perfect sense.

Dad raised his eyebrows.

“You want me to go find a hotel, huh?” He sighed. “I can do that, but I don’t have a change of clothes with me. I guess it’s not a huge deal. I can always stop here in the morning and change.”

Kyle's eyes widened.

That’s right. I didn’t think about that.

The Menu appeared in front of him as time stilled.

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Menu, give me an option to tell him to wait here while I get Dad a change of clothes.

<150> Wait here a minute, Dad. I’ll fetch you a suitcase with a nice change of clothes for work tomorrow. I’ll pack toiletries, too. (Debuff – Paternal Authority <350>)

The options continued, saying essentially the same thing with near-infinite variations.

Can you make it so Dad also ignores any sound he hears coming from upstairs?

The dialogue options flickered, rearranging themselves before his eyes.

<600> Wait here. I’ll get you a bag with a change of clothes for work tomorrow along with toiletries. Ignore any sound you hear from upstairs until I come back. (Debuff – Paternal Authority <350>)

Easy. Simple.

He chose the option. Time resumed its normal flow.

His dad smiled, his eyes lighting up. “I really appreciate that, Kyle. In the bedroom closet, there should be a bunch of suits hanging. Get me one of those, too.”

“Which did you want?” Kyle replied.

His father shook his head. The easy-going smile never left his lips.

“Doesn’t matter. Just pick one. They’re all fresh from the drycleaner. Oh, can you also get me a pair of sneakers, too? I might want to sneak in a morning jog before heading over to work tomorrow morning,” he said.

“Sure thing, Dad,” Kyle said, his heart hammering in his chest. He hoped his father didn’t notice how nervous he was.

He made his way upstairs, his footfalls thudding against the wooden steps. When he reached the second floor, his parents’ bedroom door opened. Kyle’s mother popped her head out. Her shoulders and upper chest were bare. Her blue eyes widened slightly.

“Kyle, what are you doing up here?” she hissed angrily. The door opened slightly, and he caught a glimpse of her full, soft breasts.

Fuck, she’s so gorgeous.

Kyle swallowed and activated the Menu.

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Dialogue options soon fizzled into the air in front of him. He picked one that satisfied him.

<100> Relax, Mom. Dad sent me up here to get him a change of clothes for tomorrow. He’s going to be staying at a hotel that’s closer to where he works. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Bet this’ll throw her in for a loop.

Time soon resumed, and as his mother listened to the alien words that spilled past his lips, her grip on the door loosened. He drank in the sight of her as her full, naked body came into view.

“Is he now?” His mother quirked a thoughtful eyebrow. He could barely pay attention to what she was saying thanks to her nude body on display. His eyes flicked to wide hips and then to her pussy, and the cute tuft of auburn hair that adorned it. So close, yet just out of reach of both him and Menu.

She snapped her fingers, and he blinked. Her deep blue eyes were glaring at him in annoyance. She crossed her arms beneath her huge breasts, pushing them upward. She didn’t seem bothered at all that she was naked in his presence.

“Kyle, are you listening to me?” she said.

He nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Sorry, Mom.”

Kyle nearly winced at how weak the lie sounded. His mother shifted slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle.

“Oh yeah, then what did I just say?” she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. She always got like this when she suspected he was lying.

Normally, I’d stammer over my words and apologize. But these aren’t normal times.

The Menu winked into existence once more. His mother froze. Kyle took a few timeless moments to trace the curves of her perfect, voluptuous body. After what might have been minutes or hours, he turned his gaze to the Menu, which waited patiently for his input.

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The Menu rearranged itself according to his thoughts.

<500> Easy. You said I should come in and help pick out clothes for Dad. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

I have no idea what she really said to me, but it seems like the Menu’s giving me an opportunity to fill the blanks – literally. As in, whatever option I pick will be what Mom thinks she said to me.

He willed the Menu to scroll downward. He wanted to see what the potential options would be.

<1500> Well, obviously you said you wanted me to fuck you while Dad waits downstairs. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Grayed out, obviously, but it's a nice tease of what’s to come. I’m going to get a lot done with Mom tonight after Dad leaves. I might keep her up all night spamming dialogue options until she reaches a point where I can actually do something sexually with her with her actually being aware of it.

Emboldened, Kyle returned to the first dialogue option he had been presented with.

<500> Easy. You said I should come in and help pick out clothes for Dad. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Considering the Maternal Authority debuff procced, the Menu is treating this option as a command. So, whatever she was going to say, this wasn’t it. She’s clearly expecting me to admit I hadn’t been paying attention and reprimand me for it. Not so fast, Mom.

With a thought, he chose the option. Time resumed its normal flow. His mother pursed her plush lips as she listened to him.

“Hm. So you were paying attention after all,” she remarked, a hint of surprise in her voice. She stood back slightly and opened the door, her huge breasts wobblingly slightly with the movement. “Well, come in.”

Don’t mind if I do.

He entered his mother’s bedroom. It was slightly larger than Janet’s. Her ruined dress stuck out of a hamper positioned near the walk-in closet. Mom had, of course, claimed much of it for herself, with various dresses and blouses hanging from horizontal white poles attached to the bottoms of cubbies that held folded clothes, sheets, and shoes. Dad’s stuff occupied the far corner of the closet. His mother shut the bedroom door behind them with a click. She brushed past him towards the bathroom, her juicy bubble butt jiggling as she walked. She came back wearing a plain white bathrobe. She hadn’t bothered tying it around her midsection, so the robe parted slightly down the middle, exposing the inner sides of her breasts, her stomach, and a flash of her pussy.

“So,” she whispered, her casual tone at odds with her state of (un)dress. “Why’d your father come home if he was going to stay the night at a hotel?”

Most wives would be suspicious if their husband booked a night at a hotel instead of coming home, but not Mom apparently.

Inevitably, Kyle’s eyes were drawn back to his mother’s curvy form. He swallowed. It was difficult to not be mesmerized by the sight of her. He wondered why she was so at ease being so exposed in front of him, but then figured it probably wasn’t too much of a stretch for her to go from accepting him cutting off the parts of her dress that had covered her breasts and ass to being naked in front of him.

“He’s got an early work function tomorrow morning. Clients. Customers. That kind of stuff,” Kyle said with a shake of his head. “He thought he could stop by and pick up a spare change of clothes before heading out again. He’ll stay at the hotel so you can get your beauty sleep.”

His mother arched an eyebrow and hummed; the earlier stress that had been in her voice utterly absent now.

She seems relieved. That’s good.

“You know what? Let me help you. You’ll probably get something wrong if I leave you to it,” she said suddenly, and brushed past him towards the closet, her bathrobe swishing with her movements. He caught a flash of the skin of her thighs.

Kyle followed her into the closet and was immediately aware of their close proximity within the closet. His mother’s soft hip bumped into him.

“Oof, watch where you’re going!” she said irritably, her eyes glaring at him.

“Sorry,” he said with a grin. She rolled her eyes at him and turned around. Her hands shuffled through a clothes rack of blazers, shirts, and pants. The blazers and pants were blue, gray, and black for the most part, with the occasional splash of brown and tan standing out from the others. The shirts were mostly white or blue. Mom brushed past them with her fingers. Her hips swayed back and forth as she did so, occasionally brushing up against Kyle’s pelvis. She didn’t seem to notice.

Kyle’s mother spent the next five minutes gathering a spare change of clothes for his father. He’d given her a command with the Dialogue Menu to ensure she wouldn’t come downstairs until Dad had left. Items in hand, Kyle went downstairs.

“Oh, thanks Kyle! I really appreciate you doing this,” his father practically gushed, a proud smile on his face as Kyle handed over the small gray suitcase his mother had packed. He set it on the floor next to him. Kyle handed over the plastic-covered navy blazer and pants next.

“No problem, Dad,” he said. It was difficult to suppress the tinge of guilt he felt at sending his father away so he could have his way with his mother. Then he reminded himself that there were plenty of beautiful women in the world, all of whom would probably be just as manipulable via the Menu as his mother.

He remembered his earlier promise to himself.

I’ll find Dad a hot woman in exchange for taking Mom. I… still love and respect him. I don’t want to hurt him. This’ll just be a temporary situation until I’ve found someone who can be a substitute for Mom, and whoever that may be, I’ll make sure she supports him one hundred percent and gives him all the love he deserves.

“Kyle, are you okay?” his father asked tenderly, and Kyle belatedly realized he’d been tearing up.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, Dad. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

His father gave him a skeptical look, but let it slide. Suddenly he moved forward and hugged him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” his father said as the two embraced. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Kyle whispered.

As he watched his father leave, he took a deep breath to calm himself. It wasn’t long after the garage opened and closed that Kyle’s mother descended the staircase. She still wore her plain white bathrobe that was parted down the middle. Her huge tits jiggled and wobbled as she walked down each stair. Eventually the movements were too much and one of her breasts soon tumbled free of the garment. Seemingly unaware of the show she was giving him, his mom’s blue eyes met his.

“He’s gone?” she asked, a hint of wariness in her voice.

“Yeah.” Kyle’s smile wasn’t ****, and he knew it never would be whenever he saw his mother like this. “So, where were we?”

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