A distraction from dinner

“Oh!” Kyle practically slammed his phone face-down into his lap. The image of Janet’s naked body was still proudly emblazoned on the screen. “Nothing!”

His mother raised an eyebrow in challenge. She set the candles down on the kitchen table and turned to stare at him.

“That didn’t look like nothing. Are you trying to hide something from me?”

Yeah. My best friend’s mom is right in the middle of sending me nudes. Other than that, not much.

“It’s a private text message, Mom. Can we just eat dinner before it gets cold?” he said.

She put her hands on her wide hips. Her pouty lips were pressed into a thin line. He knew why. The only thing Sandra Mitchell hated more than messing up or being late for work was being talked back to by her own son. It seemed doubly annoying to her when he had a point.

That happens a lot. I guess that explains why she yells at me so much.

Regardless, he couldn’t deny that the slightly angered expression on her face made her look incredibly sexy, especially in that tight-fitting dress that showed off her curves and the tops of her huge breasts. And her lips. Her lips looked especially good with that red lipstick. He didn’t recall her ever wearing a color like that before. Where had she stashed it away? Had she gone to the store to get it?

Wherever she got it, it makes her look incredibly sexy. Still, none of that holds a candle to how hot it is that I can basically control her mind. As long as the Menu cooperates with me, that is. I hope whatever happened with it before I left Janet’s house was a one-time occurrence.

He summoned the Dialogue Menu. It answered his call like a loyal dog.

How long will it be before it slips the leash again?

Sandra Mitchell (1601 Agreeableness Points)

Everything froze. Including his mother. She stood still, like a statue. Incapable of moving or seeing or thinking. To her, this moment of timelessness would be imperceptible. It would be as if nothing had happened at all. Yet, somehow, this Menu could reach into the minds of others; into his mother’s mind, and alter her very thoughts. It was a dizzying power to possess. Something a son should never be able to wield against his mother, much less desire to.

He had that desire in spades and he was well past pretending that he didn’t.

Dialogue options soon populated the air in front of him, wreathing the room in an ethereal blue glow.

<50> Relax, Mom. There’s no reason for you to think that I’m actually hiding something. I think I’m entitled to my privacy.

He bid the Menu to scroll further. It obeyed.

<150> From now on, whenever I’m on the phone either calling or texting someone, mind your own business. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>).

Right. Dialogue options that are commands can be subject to the Maternal Authority debuff. Not fatal in this circumstance. My AP with her is more than enough to account for the debuff. Let’s see if we can take this a bit further, though. Really mess with her head.

The options whizzed past his sight. He made the Menu stop four times, but wasn’t entirely satisfied with what he’d seen. He made it stop for a fifth time.

<800> You love the idea of me keeping secrets from you. It means I’m growing up and becoming a man, and a man needs his privacy. Anytime you ask me about something and I reply, “it’s a secret,” or something to that effect, you’ll feel a jolt of pleasure and stop asking me about it. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>).

What’s that? Carte blanche to deflect any suspicions from Mom at a whim? Yes, please.

He chose the option and time resumed. He felt his lips move.

His mother quirked her head, nodding along to the strange, alien language the Menu **** him to speak as if he were conversing in perfectly coherent English.

She licked her lips and leaned forward slightly, drawing his eyes to her impressive cleavage. Again, he congratulated himself for thinking to give her the command to ignore his eyes. The last thing he needed was another episode of the Menu imposing a Maternal Reprimand debuff against him.

“You know what honey, you’re absolutely right,” she smiled pleasantly, as if he hadn’t just made a serious alteration to her mind. “You’re becoming a man now, and a man has to have his privacy. His secrets. He doesn’t need his mother to prod him for answers to things that aren’t any of her business.”

He smiled back.

“So glad you think so, Mom. So yeah, that thing I was doing earlier. It’s a secret.”

His mother’s voluptuous body shuddered slightly. Her lips parted and she let out a soft sigh.

“If you say so, Kyle. Sorry for bothering you about it. Well, I’d better light the candles,” she chuckled, moving over to the counter to grab a box of matches. Kyle followed the gentle sway of her ass as she moved.

He couldn’t help it.

The Menu froze time once again, allowing him to feast on the delectable sight of her dress-clad ass. It was so big and round. He wanted to touch it. To feel it bounce against his pelvis as he fucked her.

Sandra Mitchell (1605 Agreeableness Points)

We’ve come such a long way, Mom. Tonight’s going to be special. I’m going to hit you with so many dialogue options that by the time Dad gets home, you’ll be willing to do just about anything for me.

He sighed inwardly as he thought of his father. A workaholic just like Sandra, Ian Mitchell, had Kyle’s mother beat for time spent away from home by a large margin. Business trips. Company get-togethers. It seemed like his father spent most of his time away from home. Kyle didn’t know how the man did it. How it was possible to spend so much time away from his mother. If he were married to such a beautiful, voluptuous woman, he seriously doubted he’d ever leave her alone.

Is this right, though? I mean, I get doing this to Mom. I want her. I want her more than just about anything. But it’s not just about her and me. Dad’s involved too. Any changes I make to her have the possibility of affecting their marriage and relationship. Do I really have the right to change any of that?

He shook his head metaphorically.

It probably doesn’t matter. I already crossed the Rubicon when I trashed Janet’s relationship with Jim. That’s arguably a lot worse than whatever I could end up doing to Mom and Dad. But it doesn’t have to be that way. I can… I can make him okay with what we’re doing. Make him enjoy it. Maybe I’ll set him up with a woman of his own in exchange for taking Mom away from him. Someone hot who’ll do whatever he wants.

He actually liked that idea. It seemed like a fair trade. A way to pay back the man who might not have been there for him growing up, but had supported him financially his entire life thus far.

I’m getting sidetracked. Tonight’s about Mom. Not anyone else. Let’s see about making that dress of hers look even sexier.

Blue holographic text shimmered into existence.

<350> Hey Mom, there’s something wrong with your dress. It’s actually not supposed to look like that. Why don’t you rip it up a little bit so it shows a little more skin? (Debuff – Familial Impropriety <700 Points>

<350> Tear up that dress, Mom. It’s way too conservative. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>) (Debuff – Familial Impropriety <700>)

Rip it? That sounds so inelegant. Totally unlike her. But it might be difficult for her to do that. Better to use a scissor or something. And damn, those debuffs are brutal. Any sort of even remotely sexual command I give her is going to cost me 1200 AP on top of the base AP cost. Funny that I can actually give her this command and she’ll do it. It’s testament to the rewards persistence will eventually get me. For now, I’ll have to be creative if I want to get my rocks off with Mom.

Remembering the time when he’d “convinced” his mother that she had something on the back of her shorts and that she had to shake her butt to get it off, he commanded the Menu to cycle to a different option.

<300> Uh, Mom. It looks like you’ve got stains all over your dress. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get them out.

Seems like a decent starting point. Can we add a little more text to the option? Something makes it imperative for her to keep the dress, but want to get rid of the stains by cutting off the affected areas. I don’t care if the AP requirement goes up. I just want to see it.

The blue text blurred for a few moments before coming back into focus.

<500> Uh, Mom. It looks like you’ve got stains all over your dress. I’m afraid you won’t be able to get them out. You still want to keep wearing the dress, but you absolutely can’t stand the sight of the stains. They’re all over, but you can’t see them correctly. You need me to point them out and cut off the affected areas for you. You need that to happen as soon as possible and you don’t want to change into something else until dinner’s over. You need to look presentable for dinner.

No debuffs, even though I’d essentially be trying to convince her to make more of her body visible to me.

Not for the first time, he wondered if the Menu was sentient. If it had some awareness at all.

He picked the option and time resumed.

His mother stopped in her tracks. She looked down at her dress, grabbing it with her hands. She lifted it up slightly.

“Ugh!” she grunted. “I can’t believe this! I just bought this dress and it’s already ruined! God dammit!”

She smoothed the garment over and turned to look at Kyle.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” He affected a tone of complete innocence.

“My dress is stained. I must have gotten some of the sauce on it. I knew I should have waited until I was done cooking before I changed. It’s strange, though. I can’t exactly see the stains, but I know they’re there. Could you, um, help me with that real quick?”

The dress, of course, looked completely fine. More than fine, in fact. Seeing his mother look at it in disgust, her mind dominated by false knowledge he’d implanted within it made a tremor of glee run down his spine. His penis hardened, becoming more erect than before.

His phone buzzed again.

Probably another message from Janet. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry about Mom questioning me about it again.

“One sec, Mom. I have to answer this text. And before you ask who it is or anything, it’s a secret.”

His mother’s plump lips clamped shut almost immediately. She shut her eyes and let out a sigh. She opened her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips, like she’d just slid into a hot tub filled with water at just the right temperature. She looked down at her dress again, and her expression soured.

He lifted his phone and found yet another text message from the woman he’d lost his virginity to.

Conscious of his mother’s eyes upon him, and her fidgeting, anxious fingers, he opened the message.

Another image. This time it seemed as if she’d set up the phone camera on a stand or tripod and was taking pictures of herself remotely somehow. Maybe she was using a timer.

She was still in Jim’s room. She was bent over his bed, using his pillows to support her body and head. Her hands were behind her, spreading her fat asscheeks wide, presenting her pussy and asshole. Her cunt was still wet from earlier. He caught a hint of white liquid glistening within her inner folds. Her tight, unused asshole was opened slightly. He wondered if that was intentional. An invitation.

Janet’s face was visible as well. She looked back into the camera, a dark smirk twisting her lips. Her green eyes glimmered wickedly, as if to convey the sheer wrongness of what she was doing through the camera lens.

Another text message from Janet pinged his phone.

<"What would Jimmy say if he could see me like this?">

His gaze flicked to his mother. She was bent over behind the counter now, fishing for something. He stared at her big ass as it swayed back and forth.

What would you say if I told you I was looking at your naked body while Mom was in the same room as me?

Kyle grinned, looking back at the image on his phone for a few more moments before typing a reply.

<"if you’re patient, maybe one day we’ll find out together. for now, keep the pics coming">

He sent the message and put his phone face-down on the table. Impulsively, he grabbed his fork and speared a piece of lasagna his mother had made before plopping it in her mouth. It was mouthwateringly cheesy and delicious.

Probably one of Grandma’s recipes. She was always the best cook.

“Mm. That’s good,” he let out a pleased moan.

“Glad you like it, honey,” his mother spoke up finally. It was strange. Normally she hated it when he ate before everyone was sat at the table. Her concerns seemed to be elsewhere. She approached the table, big breasts jiggling within the confines of her dress. In her right hand she held a pair of black scissors. She must have grabbed them while he was looking at the image Janet had sent him.

“What’s with the scissors?” he asked.

She licked her lips.

“Well, there’s stains all over my dress. I can’t seem to get a good look at them from this angle, so I was wondering if you could, you know, cut off the areas where they are. And make me look more presentable. Please, Kyle. I wouldn’t ask you this if it weren’t an emergency,” she said firmly, a deadpan look on her face belaying the **** look in her eyes.

He tried to avoid smirking.

“Couldn’t you just go change?”

“No!” she replied immediately. Her blue eyes glimmered with frustration. “I specifically chose this dress to look good for our dinner. I spent too much time preparing everything to let a few stains get in the way of us having a good time together. Please. Just cut away the stained areas real quick and we can get back to having a nice dinner.”

He sighed.

“Okay, fine. But what if the stains are in, like, questionable areas?”

His mother frowned. She crossed her arms beneath her huge breasts.

“What do you mean?” she looked down and raised her eyebrows, understanding dawning across her features. “Oh. Do you see any stains, um, in any questionable areas?”

Kyle nodded. It was cute how nervous she sounded.

“Yeah. A few. Is that a problem?”

She was silent for a full ten seconds.

“No,” she shook her head finally. “I mean, it is a problem. Just…”

“You don’t mind if I cut your dress in those areas,” he finished for her.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re becoming a man. You can handle it if you see a little more of me than you should and you know how to keep a secret. It’s important that I look presentable for this dinner,” she said.

Wow, she reached that conclusion all on her own. I didn’t even need to use the Menu. I mean, the Menu definitely helped, but it’s still incredible that it’s informing her thoughts and actions rather than being a direct cause of them.

He snatched the scissors from her hand.

“Okay, let’s get started.”

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