"Mom should show me her tits"

Jake's heart pounded as his hand hovered over the phone screen, the temptation gnawing at him until it became impossible to ignore. The idea of his mom Karen doing whatever he typed into that little box was too much to resist. His breath quickened, his dick throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, as his mind raced with possibilities—naughty, forbidden possibilities.

His fingers began to move, almost of their own accord, typing out a command that made his pulse quicken:

**"Mom should show me her tits."**

He hit enter and waited, his heart in his throat. But almost immediately, the same red error message flashed across the screen:

**"Error: Subject resisted. Corruption too weak."**

Frustration mixed with arousal in his chest, his dick twitching with the denial. He clenched his jaw, staring at the screen, refusing to give up. The idea of his mom resisting only made him want it more, made him **** to see how far he could push. He typed another command, his breath shaky:

**"Mom should strip naked in front of me."**

The error message appeared again, taunting him:

**"Error: Subject resisted. Corruption too weak."**

Jake cursed under his breath, his arousal tinged with irritation. He was close, so close to something, but she wasn’t giving in yet. He needed to think of something more subtle, something that wouldn’t trigger the app’s resistance. His mind flickered back to how his mom looked in those tight yoga leggings she often wore around the house. The way they hugged her ass, the way they made his thoughts go places they shouldn’t. Maybe something less direct, something she might actually consider normal…

He typed, his fingers trembling slightly:

**"Mom should wear her tight yoga leggings at breakfast from now on."**

He hit enter, holding his breath. The screen stayed blank for a moment, and then, instead of an error, the app displayed a confirmation:

**"Command accepted."**

Jake’s heart skipped a beat, his breath coming out in a shaky exhale. His dick throbbed at the thought of Karen in those leggings every morning, the fabric clinging to her ass, her thighs, the way it would ride up just enough to give him a glimpse of what lay underneath. This was real. The app had accepted the command. The possibilities were wide open, and now he knew he could make her do something. It was just a matter of time, and of pushing the boundaries, bit by bit.