Of course he will

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As the noises continued, Alex stood paralyzed, wondering what he should do. Should he just assume the worst and run for it? Try and get as far away as possible? Even in the event nothing was wrong with Natasha, he could just try and play it off. Pretend he headed out with his friend in the middle of the night. Worst comes to worst, he could always just use the codeword.

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But what if it wasn't as he thought? What if mom was in danger? Or hurt? What if she needed his help?

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Alex felt a headache coming on, finding it difficult to think with the stress and sounds from his mother's room.

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Screw it. He's heading inside. Alex just couldn't take the suspence anymore. If anything was wrong, he assured himself he would just use the codeword. After all, it seemed to be deeply programed into her. There was no way she could just break it in one night.

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Taking a deep breath to steel his nerves, he grabbed onto the doorhandel, slowly turning it. Carefully opening the door, Alex looked inside. And as he did, he let out a quick gasp at the sight.

On the bedroom floor, next to her bed, sat Natasha. Legs spread wide, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy at a set speed and her eyes just staring blankly forward at nothing. Despite the intense movement of her hand, her breathing stayed completely even.

Alex had expected alot of things opening the door. His mother on her computer, informing the homeland that the mission was comprimised. Some sort of old timey WWII gun pointed straight at his face as Natasha glared down at him. Basically anything in the world, except for this.

His face as red as a fresh tomato, Alex instantly turned around. "M-Mom!" he squeaked out, his body trembling. "I-I'm sorry! I should have knocked!"

At the sound of his voice, Natasha stopped in an instant. Her head snapped to her son's position, face still as blank as ever, Without missing a beat, she shot up off the floor, clad in nothing but a light blue pajamas shirt, and raised her right hand to her forehead. "Superior! Agent Natasha Volkov reporting for duty!" she spoke in a clear tone.

Alex's face shifted from horror to confusion. 'Agent Natasha Volkov'? Was she still in her debrief mode? How the hell was that possible? Alex was sure that he hadn't turned her on before heading to bed... right?

Turning around to face Natasha again, much calmer now that he knew he wasn't in any trouble, Alex's decided to get some answer.

"Uhmm, evening agent. May I ask what it is you are doing at this time?"

"I am performing order 247." she replied succinctly.

"Right, of course. Well, just for a quick refresher, could you tell me what order 247 was again?"

Natasha nodded. "Of course sir. Order 247 - in order to inrease the chances of seducing an american male, every agent must keep their body is peek shape and practice their sexual abilties to perfection."

Alex's eyes widened just a hint at the answer. Man, whoever was behind this, that dr. Vlatko Drov... whatever, seemingly wanted this operation to be as succesful as possible. Going so far as the implant the need to stay in shape and sharpen their... prowess in bed.

"I have subconciously implamted the will for the cover personality to exercise at minimum 3 times a week to keep her body in shape. I in turn, handle all the sexual relief. Ever night since the target aquirred a husband, I have been sharpening my skills. It has proven succesful, as when the cover's husband were still alive, he appeared very pleased with her talents."

"Right, right, of course. Order 247. Now I remember." Alex faked for an audience of no one. He was pretty sure he could say whatever (outside of saying he's an american agent) and Natasha would offer no resistence to it. "Well, good work on performing your duties, agent. The motherland is proud of you."

Natasha offered no reaction to the praise, simply nodding. "Thank you, superior."

"But agent, you said you've been practicing every single night, even when the cover's husband were still alive. If that's the case, how did you manage to keep it hidden? I was able to faintly hear you from outside the door."

"The cover's bedroom was not always my practicing spot. When her husband was alive, for maximum privacy, I waited until both the husband and son had fallen asleep. Then, once she fell asleep aswell, I would trigger and walk into the bathroom. There, I would spend around 3 hours every night performing my duties under order 247. After the husband passed away, I no longer saw a need to confin myself to the bathroom. So, I implanted a thought within the cover's head to push back her son's bedtime and head to bed early. Further more, when in the presence of non personnell, I am progroamed to switch back into the cover personality in an instant."

Alex's cheeks blushed slightly as a memory surfaced in his mind of when one night, awakened by the need of relief, he had sleepily stumbled onto the bathroom. His brain on full auto, he didn't even bother knocking or trying to see if anyone else was inside, just headed inside. It was there he caught his mother on the toilet, furiously fapping. Of course, as soon as she registered he was there, she freaked out. Instantly covering herself, face blushing, yelling at him to get out. But, for a small moment as he opened the door, Alex could have sworn she was just completely empty. Nothing behind the eyes, just fingering away at herself like a robot. He just told himself it had been a trick of his tiered eyes, and instead of focusing on that, he squared away the memory of Natasha for later use.

"But... when I walked in just now, you didn't revert back to your cover personality." Alex pointed out, slightly confused.

"You used my activation code. This means you just me authorized personnel." Natasha responded.

He hadn't thought about it up until now, but Alex realised Natasha never treated him like her son, but like a superior. As if using the activation word just turned him into a colorless blob she knew she was supposed to take orders from. When she was in her cover, he was still the son she had raised for all these years. but the second she went under, he was just another "superior"

"Superior," Natasha's robotic voice snapped him back to the current moment. "What is the reason you visited me at this time? Are there any changes you wish to make to order 247?"

"Oh, no, no. You've been doing an excellent job. I just... came to check up on your progress." Alex smoothly lied.

"I see. In that case, superior, would you like for me to demonstrate my abilities to you?"

Alex felt a gulp get stuck in his throat at the question. Even for being a cold, emotionless soldier with no sense of shame, that was forward. "Uh, uhm, I... I uh..." Alex stammered trying to find his answer. "Uh... s-sure..."

"Affirmative." Just as quickly as she had shot up, Natasha went back down to the floor. Now facing Alex's direction in the doorway, she spread her legs wide like before. "Over the several years since my mission began, I have studied the female reproduction organ. I have been regularly stimulating it, preparing myself for penetration from targets."

Alex watched transfixed, unable to avert his eyes as Natasha's hands moved. It was hypnotic, the speed yet elegance she held combined with the wet sound of her fingers entering and exiting her.

"Sometimes, I also tend to practice my moans and facial expressions. I have found that men receive an ego boost when they are under the impression that their efforts are having a noticeable effect on their partner."

In a second, Natasha's face morphed from empty and cold to extremely expressive and lustful, almost to an overexaggerated extent. She also began letting loud cries of pleasure.

"Ahh! Ahh! Oh my god!"

She threw her head back as her hand continued its movements, as if overwhelmed by sensation. "Oh, god!"

The sight of his proper, bossy mother like this, moaning like a dog in heat on the floor caused a tent to pitch in Alex's pajamas. This was something he could only experience in fantasies before, having only his mind to conjure up these situations. Now, he could basically experience this whenever and wherever he so wished.

While Alex did find his mother to be extremely hot and constantly jerked off to her mental image, to actually touch was a line he still had not crossed even with the code word. Out of respect for the woman who raised him and the sheer wrongness of the action, or out of cowardice and fear, not even he knew at this point. But this sight was simply too much. He couldn't just watch it happen while doing nothing. Dropping his pajama pants, his cock shot up, already at full attention. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to move it up and down in rapid succession, his own loud panting joining his mother's moans.

He justified it mentally to himself by saying that it wasn't touching. She was on the floor and he was standing up, both of their hands to themselves. Besides, she was the one who offered it. Who knows? Maybe if he declined, some sort of secret code or whatever would have gone off in her brain and she would have tried to hurt him or escape.

Flimsy excuses.

Natasha raised her head, noticing how Alex had dropped his pants and was now jerking off in front of her. Despite her passionate display, she had no greater reaction to this since she wasn't really "there." It was all a performance after all. She had been ordered to show off her sexual skills, and that was the only thing she was currently focusing on.

Using her free hand, Natasha reached up and began unbuttoning her pajama shirt, letting it fall open and expose her breasts. She then took the hand and began playing with her right breast. Groping it, bouncing it up and down, tweeking her nipples. Anything to make it an even more erotic scene than it already was. Her efforts proved fruitful as Alex got even more turned on, increasing the speed of his hand and breathing even heavier. To Natasha, it was all data. Good. Playing with her tits seemed to increase the arousal of her male superior. Just as suspected.

The session continued on like this for a handful of minutes, a corrupted bonding session where mother and son intensely pleasured themselves in front of each other. Eventually, they both began reaching their limits.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Natasha shrieked, her eyes rolling further into her skull with every moan. "Oh god! Oh god! I'm so close! I'm gonna cum!"

She turned to look at Alex, noticing how he was reaching his peak as well. Another lesson she had ingrained in herself was to put her partner's and (more widely) a man's pleasure above hers at all times. So, while maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward.

Ale'x looked down, confused. "M-Mom? What are you do" but his question was cut off as Natasha pucked her lips, delivering a soft kiss to the tip of his penis.

This proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as Alex completely unwinded, throwing his head back as an orgasm ripped through him, what seemed like waves after waves of semen splattering across his mother's face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With her partner's needs now met, Natasha decided to finish herself off as well, sinking her fingers deep inside as cum began shooting out of her like a jet stream.

"Mmmmmmmmm!"

After all was said and done, Alex was left panting like a dog and trembling weakly on his knees, having to lean against the doorframe for support. He looked down at Natasha, who looked back up at him expecting, her face caked in his cum.

"Where... Where my efforts acceptable, superior?"

Having her look at him like that and speaking so submissively was almost enough to get Alex to cum again without even touching himself. "Y-Yes... agent... you did... wonderfully..." he barely managed to get out.

As soon as she heard the words, Natasha instantly switched, going from demure and submissive back to cold and calculating. With her superior's grading, her performance was officially over.

"Good." She said simply as she stood up. "I am glad to hear my years of training have been seen as successful in your eyes, superior."

Already on her feet, Natasha immediately got started on the same routine she does every night, cleaning up. The switch before had been so rapid; it had thrown Alex for a little bit of a loop. He had seen it during the day, the way any and all emotion drained out of her face the moment he uttered those words. But it was still a little surreal how quickly she could go between the two.

When he finally locked back in, he saw Natasha reaching for a box of tissues, going to clean off her face. "Wait!" She stopped instantly. "That isn't just any semen. That is the semen of your superior. It is proof of how well you are at performing your duties. It shouldn't just be wiped away like nothing."

Natasha stayed silent, looking down at the piece of paper in her hand then back up at Alex. "Of course. I am so sorry, superior. I truly meant no disrespect." she replied flatly. "What would you have me do with it instead?"

"Rub it off on your hands, and then lick it clean as a sign of respect."

Natasha nodded at the command, doing as told. Despite how it wasn't made to look any extra erotic, Natasha's movements stiff and clinical as she rubbed off the semen on her hands and then proceeding to lick it off, it made Alex's member start to twitch upwards. As he burned the image into his mind, he made sure to reach over and pinch his arm to make sure this hadn't all just been some incredible dream.

Once she was fully done "cleaning" her face, Natasha looked back at Alex. "All done sir."

"Wonderful. Well then, proceed as you would usually."

"Understood."

As Alex weakly stumbled back to his room, Natasha made sure to wipe away any evidence of her late night. As he crashed into bed, too tired to even pull his pants back up or clean himself off, he heard the sound of Natasha starting up the shower as he drifted off.