Kyle takes further advantage of his mother

Kyle stared at his mother’s ass. It was big, round, and juicy. He just wanted to spank it. Smack into it with his abdomen as he pounded her pussy. Or her asshole. Kyle had never tried anything like that before, but after Janet’s teasing photos the idea wouldn’t leave his head.

Doubt Mom’s had anything up there before. Well, besides the stick she’s got crammed up there all time.

“Well, Kyle? Are you going to clean me up or what?” his mother glanced back at him. Her blue eyes glared at him as she set her jaw. She looked to be moments away from losing her patience.

She was bent over the counter. Her ass jutted into the air obscenely, like some girl on a pay site. Except, she was displaying herself for an audience of one.

Bet you never thought you’d end up like that, huh, Mom?

She watched as he approached her. Slowly, he reached his hands towards his mother’s ass. He kept looking at her eyes, so that he could pull back if she somehow managed to come to her senses. He braced for her to realize her state of undress and scream. To yell at him and call him a pervert and ground him for the rest of the time he lived in her house.

His hands touched her soft, warm skin. He rested them there for a few moments.

“Kyle.”

He looked up and saw his mother’s fierce eyes staring at him.

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Can you hurry this up? The food’s not getting any warmer.”

He cleared his throat. “Um, yeah. Sure.”

This shit is beyond surreal…

His own mother was bent over in front of him and he was touching her ass.

Dad’s a lucky guy. He’s had access to this for around two decades and I’m only just now getting to explore it. Well, might as well make up for lost time.

He started moving his hands. He didn’t cup her rear. He wanted to, but he was afraid his mother might construe that as going beyond brushing off the “stains” on her ass.

So, he started brushing. Slowly, of course. He still wanted to enjoy himself.

“Oh.”

“Everything okay, Mom?” he switched from brushing to rubbing her ass, moving his hands in circles.

“Yeah. It’s just… your hands are a little cold.”

“Sorry,” he said.

In his peripherals he saw her shake her head.

“It’s not a big deal. Are you close to being finished?”

He licked his lips unconsciously. “Not yet. I just started.”

She nodded again.

“Are you at least making some progress?”

He was keenly aware of her eyes on him and couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious.

Maybe it’d be a good idea to get her to turn away.

The Menu answered his call immediately.

Sandra Mitchell (1621 Agreeableness Points)

Time froze. He spent a few timeless moments ogling his mother’s form. She’d already looked incredible before he’d made his alterations to her dress. Now, if she walked on the sidewalk as she was she was liable to cause a car accident. The circular cut-out you’d made in the bottom of her dress basically put the entirety of her big juicy bubble butt on display. Fuck, he should have whipped out your camera and taken pictures. No matter. You can still do that. So. Yeah. He wanted her to turn away so he could do a few things… like what, exactly? He wanted to feel up her ass, true, and she was basically letting him do that even while she was looking at him.

A wicked idea wriggled through his mind like a worm.

No. That’s too stupid. Surely she’d notice the difference between my fingers and my dick. She’d notice right away if something felt… off. Right?

Much as his inner caution advised him to take his time, that his mother’s fall was all but a certainty, he so wanted to experience what it felt like to have the head of his cock touch his mother’s ass. To break that taboo and have Sandra Mitchell have her own son’s cock on her ass and be none the wiser. It’d be… delicious. Sensational. Amazing. A culmination and release of all of the varying frustrations he’d developed in his eighteen years of living with that woman.

Heh. Maybe I don’t even need to worry about that. Perhaps I can just make her rationalize anything strange-feeling as an effect of the stains being brushed off her ass.

He stared at his mother’s delicious ass for what might have been a minute. Then he looked up, studying her face. Her piercing blue eyes. Her small, delicate, yet imperious nose. Her lips, vibrant with red lipstick, which he so wanted to see make suck rings around his cock. She’d been this authoritative figure in his life since he’d been born, and she’d wielded that authority with a certainty that would have made the most ardent cult-like zealot blush.

Yet for all of her authority and intelligence, she would never be able to comprehend the power he now wielded over her. That a state of timelessness not only existed, but was reachable for him, and that at any moment, he could use that state to manipulate her behavior. That true power went far beyond the social rules which dictated that sons must obey their mothers.

That was what the Dialogue Menu was, he realized. It was the key to reshaping the rules of human social interaction. But like any power, it seemed to have come at a cost. The strange-out-of-body experience he’d had at Janet’s house still unsettled him, as had his feeling that something cold and distant had been watching him. Would such a thing happen again if he kept using the Menu? Would it draw the attention of unseen intelligences towards his existence? Or was he merely fearful in the absence of true understanding, and had there truly been no danger at all?

He decided it didn’t matter all that much. The Menu offered power and promise. It gave him access to a future he would never have been able to forge for himself even in his wildest dreams.

He pictured Janet’s face and body. The devilish smile twisting at her lips when she’d sent him the image of herself naked in Jimmy’s room. Humiliating her own flesh and blood for Kyle’s amusement. He imagined her falling even farther, growing even further debauched and devoted to him. He saw her prostrating herself before him, big ass jutting into the air as she worshiped him like a god. To her side, he saw his mother, totally naked, her once-condescending azure gaze now glowing with total love and adoration as she offered her mind, body, and soul to him. He saw Mandy Knight. The leggy blonde, nude as the day she was born, smirked as she talked about how pathetic Jim was, and that she regretted not worshiping Kyle instead of dating him. He saw Danielle Parisi. The athletic girl sauntered up to him, bending down to kiss him on the lips before whispering in his ear, telling him how hot it would be if he converted her mother into another one of his loyal, adoring slaves. There were many others as well. Teachers like Sofia Torres. Classmates like Samantha Jennings. All naked and arrayed in front of him, hanging on his words, waiting to attend to his every need and desire.

It was a perfect world. A world which he now knew he needed to create after having seen it and tasted a hint of its promise.

If I just stopped using the Menu and kept living my life, I’d never be able to forgive myself. I’d never be able to live knowing I settled for a better-than-normal life when I could have had the world.

Renewed determination filled him. Sensing its master’s decision, the Menu dutifully populated the air in front of Kyle with options, words which, once spoken in that strange alien tongue, would grant him a foothold in his mother’s mind, turning their relationship on its head.

<100> Look away, Mom. It’s much easier for me to work when you aren’t watching me constantly. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

<100> Keep your eyes straight ahead. Don’t look back here no matter what. If I’m not being watched, this’ll go by much faster. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Start with that and then make her rationalize the feeling of my cock on her ass next? I guess that’ll work.

He picked the second option and time resumed. As he heard his own voice speak words in a language - if it could be called language - he couldn’t begin to comprehend, his mother nodded. Her blue eyes stared back at him for a few moments, uncritically. She blinked.

“Hm. Well, I guess you’re right about that. I shouldn’t be putting any pressure on you,” she looked away immediately afterward, staring straight ahead. “I want this to be done and over with as soon as possible so we can get back to eating dinner.”

Kyle grinned and gave his mother’s ass a possessive pat. He was a little annoyed that she’d chosen to wear panties after very conspicuously not wearing a bra, but the position they were both in more than made up for it.

Quickly, he reached back and grabbed his phone, snapping a few pictures of his mother’s bare ass, making sure he got her entire frame in the picture, including the back of her auburn hair.

“What was that?” she asked, but true to her word, she didn’t turn around.

“Oh, nothing. I was just moving my phone since it was kind of close to the edge of the table.”

His mother nodded, seemingly accepting his excuse.

Kyle summoned the Dialogue Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1623 Agreeableness Points)

<400> Don’t worry about feeling anything strange while I’m working back there. Anything strange you feel is probably a result of the stains getting removed from your skin. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Jesus, I’m only just able to get that command through.

He saw no reason to modify the command at all, so he chose it and time resumed.

His mother hummed neutrally. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Now get back to work.”

Kyle bit his lip. He kept his eyes on the back of his mother’s head and reached down, slowly unzipping his fly. Her head didn’t so much as twitch, so he took that as a go-ahead to continue. He grabbed his cock and pulled it out. It was hard and throbbing. The open air of the kitchen kissed his skin.

Slowly, he nudged his cock against his mother’s left asscheek.

Fuuuuck.

His mother shivered slightly, but didn’t comment. He started pretending to clean his mother’s ass as normal, except with the tip of his dick. He rubbed it all over her ass, making sure to leave no inch of it untouched. He tapped it against her rear, enjoying the way it caused her assflesh to ripple. He poked and prodded her with it.

All the while, his mother kept looking ahead. At one point she’d almost startled him by moving, but she’d merely grabbed her phone and started flicking through it.

Eventually, his cock popped into her asscrack. His cockhead was almost entirely trapped between her warm buttcheeks.

His mother cleared her throat.

Kyle’s blood froze. Slowly, he looked up and saw that his mother was still looking down at her phone, paying no attention to him whatsoever.

She’s… she’s not even the least bit suspicious with my dick between her asscheeks?

“Something wrong? You stopped,” she said.

He swallowed audibly.

“N-no, nothing’s wrong. There’s just… a very big stain down there. It’s going to take some extra work to get it out.”

His mother let out a long sigh.

“Then you’d better get to work then and stop wasting time.”

No way. I can just…

He grinned.

“Sure thing, Mom.”

He started rubbing his cock between his mothers’s buttcheeks. They were so soft and warm. They perfectly swallowed up the head of his cock. After a minute or two, he wanted more, so he tipped his cock upward, shoving more of his length between her cheeks.

Is this what they call hotdogging?

He hadn’t understood why anyone would choose to do that over having actual sex, but given his options, he found that he really enjoyed it. Just the sight of his cock between his oblivious mother’s asscheeks was almost enough to make him cum, and soon precum began accumulating along the tip of his cock.

He summoned the Menu.

Time stopped, cutting off all the warmth and enjoyment of his cock being trapped between his mother’s buns.

If I don’t stop this I’m going to end up cumming on Mom’s ass, which would be disastrous in so many ways if I didn’t have a way to change my mother’s mind.

Blue holographic text flickered in front of him.

Sandra Mitchell (1625 Agreeableness Points)

<300> There’s one more thing I have to do before I can finish up here. For the final cleaning stage, I’m going to apply some liquid solution made just for these kinds of stains. Whatever you do, stay completely still and keep looking ahead until I’m done. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Absolutely beautiful.

He chose the option and time resumed.

His mother nodded. “I’ve never heard of a cleaning product like that before, but I guess that makes sense. Are you going to dry me off afterward?”

The Menu flickered into existence, freezing the world around him. Outside the kitchen window above the sink, the sun had completely set, the last traces of amber and violet absent from the inky black sky. Near the center of the window he saw a plane. It was frozen in place in the air, almost like a picture or painting. He wondered what the people onboard would think if they realized they had spent far more time in this moment than most of the others in their lives.

He looked downward and admired the view in front of him. His cock had nearly been swallowed up by his mother’s fat asscheeks. They hugged the girth of his penis, and only a centimeter or two of the top of it was visible.

Amazing that the earlier command I gave her not to freak out over anything strange seems to have made this okay somehow. I wonder what would have happened if I’d gone further and tried to sneak a feel underneath her panties. Heh. Knowing my luck with Mom she’d have snapped out of it instantly. Well, no use worrying about it now.

Dialogue options populated the air in front of him.

<350> No, not just yet. If I wipe away the cleaning solution some of the stains won’t go away completely. Wear it for an hour or two and then go rinse it off in the shower or something. (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

<350> No. It’s important that the cleaning solution be allowed to absorb into the skin to get the last traces of the stains removed. You’ll have to wash it off in the shower. (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

No Maternal Authority debuff. So, neither of those were commands? Rephrase the second option to make it more authoritative.

<400> No. It’s important that the cleaning solution be allowed to absorb into the skin to get the last traces of the stains removed. Don’t touch it and don’t rinse or dry it off until you’ve taken a shower; that’s when it’ll come off. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Hm. I guess that works. We’ll go with that.

His mother seemed to sag against the couch.

“Damn, I was afraid you were going to say that,” she said, still looking pointedly ahead. “Oh well. I guess there’s no helping it. Let’s just get this over with.”

“You got it, Mom.”

Kyle kept fucking his cock between his mother’s soft warm globes. They jiggled and wobbled with his movements.

“That cleaning solution coming any time soon?” she grumbled. “I feel like this is taking forever.”

Kyle suppressed a grunt. “Um, yeah. Just a few more seconds. Had to… had to make sure I got rid of the more obnoxious stains first. Okay, um, here we go.”

He pulled his cock out of his mother’s buttcrack and quickly aimed it at her plump derriere. His balls clenched, and within moments the first spurt of his hot, sticky hum splattered against her right buttcheek. It was soon followed by another and another and another. Within seconds, his mother’s butt was practically covered in his milky white cum. Some of it dripped down her thighs and ended up on the floor.

“Oh god, that’s warm…” she said. “Is it supposed to be that way?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammered. Another spurt of cum ended up between his mother’s asscheeks, dampening her panties just over her pussy.

Shit.

“Dammit. I think you might have gone a little too far, honey,” she said.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Sorry about that. The squirt bottle’s a little slippery is all.”

Mom shook her head.

“It’s no big deal. It’ll come off in the shower like you said. So…”

He blinked.

“So, what?”

“Well, aren’t you going to rub it in?” she said.

Kyle almost laughed.

“Yeah, of course I will, Mom. Just let me work my magic.”

He reached towards his mother’s big, cum-coated ass and started massaging his thick baby batter into her skin.

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