Your mom is

Seeing your mom open the door, all the shameful reservation and defensive justification clenched in your chest transmutes into horny resignation as it falls to the pit of your stomach. Whatever becomes of the new relationship with your sister, there’s no denying how you’re about to treat your own mother.

She’s been nothing but kind your entire life. Every denial or requirement from her was accompanied with some explanation that communicated why she thought it was important. Even when you disobeyed her growing up, she never punished you and was always there to accompany you through the consequences. Lax parenting like that has its own issues, but overall you’d have her for a mother over any of your friends' gene donors. She has done nothing to deserve harm or harassment. Unfortunately for her, that just makes the thought of using her maternal body even sexier.

“Earth to broody!” Your mom is waving her hand in your face, with a look of mild concern. When you look up in response, she pulls her hand back to her side. “Sorry!”

“No, thank you, I wanted to greet you!” Immediately seeing an opening to begin your experimentation, you continue, “you’re really good at engaging me.”

You probably wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it, but you Are looking, and you see a bit of red rush into her cheeks, pupils bulging slightly. “Oh, you think I’m good? I- I mean, that’s good.” Your mom fumbles with her words, before settling on, “come here, Spring Flower.” She wraps her arms around you, not giving you a moment to back out.

So far, your assumption that all the KDK’s claims are true hasn’t failed you. Emboldened by fairly clear proof of the app’s work, a plan quickly formulates in your mind. Once you escape from being cradled in your mother’s bosom, you ask her, “want a massage? I know it’s your busy day.”

Your mom shuffles away a bit, looking less enthusiastic than yesterday. “I’m alright, sweetheart. I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“It’s not an Obligation,” you assure her, “I just want my mom to feel good.” You’re not letting her out of this so easily if she’s not willing to give you a clear no.

“Are you sure?” she asks, voice trailing off a little. She is clearly hesitant, but you know from experience she can have a hard time saying no to you even under normal circumstances.

“Of course!” you exclaim, grinning at her brightly enough to melt her fears.

“Well, I mean– if you’re sure I’m good– I mean, that it’d be fine for you, y’know like I–” Your mom suddenly shuts her mouth, the embarrassed look on her face likely related to her nervous rambling. She starts walking toward the conversation pit to indicate that she’s acquiesced.

“Yay! More time with the best mom in the world.” You worry that you might have laid it on a little thick, but Mom’s stumble indicates that it hit her like a thigh high wave. Grateful that this app doesn’t differentiate between smooth and cringe compliments, you join your mother on the couch.

“Ok, ready!” your mom says as she lays on the couch fully clothed.

This won’t do. If you want to test her active in a way that would give the cleanest data, you need to praise something she wouldn’t ordinarily do. She already lets you massage her fairly often.

“Is something wrong?” your mom asks, sounding worried by the pause.

“No, not at all, it’s just…” A jumbled request claws its way out of your mouth. “… do you think you can take your shirt off like usual? It makes it easier to find the knots.”

Author’s Note: Along with the next chapter prompt below, you will also find a link to a [stats page]. I wanted to point this out since I'll be doing it a bit differently from Max's story. Rather than a regularly updating central stats page, this one is a snapshot of the stats up to the chapter it's attached to. So there is no need to worry about spoilers. Every 7 weeks or so, there will be another stats page that covers everything up to that point.