Jake leaves the kitchen

jake muttered a quick excuse and left the kitchen, trying to act casual as he walked up the stairs to his room. His heart raced with the thrill of what had just happened, of what could happen.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, his mind exploded with the possibilities. The power he had over his mom, the way she so easily agreed to let him touch her, and the knowledge that he could push her further—it was all swirling together, igniting a fire deep inside him.

His hand moved to his pants, unzipping them quickly, his dick already rock hard from the encounter. He collapsed onto his bed, pulling his cock free as his mind flooded with images of Karen—her ass in those yoga pants, the tightness of the fabric, the way she had let him touch her without a second thought.

He stroked himself slowly at first, picturing her becoming more obedient, more suggestive. He imagined her bending over for him, letting him take control. The app made anything possible. He could corrupt her, make her crave his touch, make her beg for it. His strokes quickened, his mind lost in the fantasy of what he could do to her once her corruption grew.

The thoughts came faster now—her dropping to her knees for him, her yoga pants pulled down, revealing her perfect ass. He could almost feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her body. He could make her do anything.

His breath grew ragged as he jerked off harder, lost in the overwhelming possibilities. He was in control, and soon, Karen would be too far gone to resist anything he wanted. The fantasy consumed him, and with one final stroke, he came, his body shuddering with release, his mind still spinning with thoughts of what was to come.

Jake lay there for a moment, catching his breath, his cock still twitching in his hand.