Messing with Mom during dinner

Kyle speared a piece of freshly reheated baked ziti with his fork and plopped it in his mouth. He moaned as he chewed the gooey, cheesy, saucy goodness before swallowing. His eyes flicked up when he noticed his mother staring at him from across the table, a small, pleased smile on her face.

“How is it?” his mother asked. She still wore the purple dress he’d made alterations to. After he’d cut up the bottom of her dress and gotten her to bend over and then came on her ass. The fact that she’d even suggested that he rub it in had been an absolutely surreal experience, even though he knew that in her mind, his hot baby batter had been an ointment she needed in order to remove the “stains” from her skin.

He’d needed a little breather afterward, but he still found the energy to give his mother’s dress an even lower neckline. It went down past her breasts, stopping just above her belly button, exposing her creamy white skin.

His eyes flicked downward, and he stared at his mother’s huge tits. He’d let her keep her nipples hidden, but only just. Now, most of the inner sides of her breasts were readily visible.

“Kyle, are you listening to me? I asked you how dinner was.” His mother said impatiently, an irritated frown on her face. A few days ago, that expression might have cowed him. Now, things were very different. She opened her mouth to say something else.

Time froze when he called the Menu, and suddenly all of his senses were dead to the world except sight. His mother’s face was frozen with her mouth open in a silent “O.”

Sandra Mitchell (1667 Agreeableness Points)

I can’t wait until I’m at the point where I can get blowjobs from her on demand.

<850> Hey Mom, come give me a blowjob. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Heh. I’d need at least 2050 AP to select that option. I’m… actually not too far off from that. I mean, when I first got the Menu a couple days ago, I had about… 1500 AP with Mom, and I haven’t really been spending that much time with her. I feel like if I just work her over for most of tonight, I can probably get her to that point by tomorrow or even later tonight if I’m lucky, assuming Dad doesn’t come home. Wait, I don’t have to worry about Dad. If he has anywhere near the amount of AP Mom has, I can probably just make him go upstairs and ignore us, or leave the house altogether and stay at a hotel for tonight.

A pit opened in his chest at the thought of sending his own father away like a disobedient child. Images flickered through his mind, and he remembered one time when he was first learning how to ride a bicycle, he’d misjudged a turn and crashed, spraining his ankle. His father had been at his side almost immediately, concern contorting his usually confident face.

No, he thought. If Dad comes home, I’ll… I’ll just make him ignore Mom and I. That…

It wouldn’t be any better, would it? He’d still be basically stealing his father’s wife away from him, effectively cuckolding him in his own house.

I’ll get him another woman. Someone who’ll do anything he wants. Maybe a woman he’s already attracted to and secretly wants, but won’t dare do anything because he’s faithful to Mom, at least as far as I know.

His eyes found his mother again, still blissfully frozen in front of him much like the rest of the world and universe. She was achingly beautiful. Her skin was white and soft, her breasts large and her hips wide. He wanted to touch her. To taste her and possess her. He wanted to kiss her full red lips and then have those same lips wrapped around his cock as the tongue she’d so often used to reprimand him twirled around his manhood, bathing it with her love and saliva.

He wanted to bend her over the table, smooshing the meal she’d prepared for him as he pounded into her mercilessly, claiming her as his, and his alone. He saw a future where Janet could come live with the two of them, and both of them could be his mothers and lovers and servants. He desired it so much and he had the power to attain it, to warp his mother’s psyche much like he’d done to Janet. Just as he wanted to do to Danielle and Sofia and Samantha and Mandy and so many others.

But what about Dad? I… don’t want to hurt him.

He stared at his mother. She looked so utterly helpless.

But would I really be hurting him? I’d just be replacing his feelings for Mom with love for another woman. A woman who would treat him like a king; I’d make sure of that. From his perspective, his life would be vastly improved.

He nodded mentally, making his decision.

I’ve come too far now to stop.

He turned his attention back to the Menu. The holographic text shifted, and new dialogue options materialized in the air in front of him.

<1> I think the ziti tastes great, Mom.

<1> It’s pretty good.

<1> It’s amazing! Thank you so much for making dinner!

They went on and on. Endless combinations. Endless possible responses to a simple question.

Let’s get a bit more creative to maximize my potential point gain. Give me something that’ll make Mom more amenable to making dinner for me in the future while also telling her I liked the ziti.

The menu flickered.

<350> I’m really enjoying dinner, and you like that a lot. You like it so much that you’re willing to make me dinner whenever I want, just to see me smile. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Good enough.

He selected the option and time resumed.

Mom shut her mouth almost immediately, nodding her head. She beamed at him.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it! I know I don’t cook very often, and that’s my fault. I’ve just been so busy at work,” she let out a sigh, raising a hand to rub her temple. The movement caused her dress to shift slightly, and her left nipple became exposed. “Tell you what. If you’re hungry, let me know and I’ll whip up a nice dinner for you. My treat.”

Kyle’s heart skipped a beat. He grinned.

“You mean it?” he leaned forward, staring at her now-free breast. He wondered how long it would take before she realized.

The smile never left her face.

“Of course I do! It’s not every day I get to see my son enjoy a meal I made,” she said, her azure eyes sparkling. “When you asked me to make dinner for you earlier, I remembered your grandma gave me a whole list of recipes the last time she was here.”

Kyle chuckled.

“Oh, is that where you got the idea?” he said.

She shrugged.

“It just seemed like it’d be easy to make,” she said quietly.

He reached across the table to touch her hand.

“Well, you did an amazing job, Mom.”

She gazed at him warmly.

Damn, she’s gorgeous.

“Thanks. Now, keep eating. You don’t want it to get cold again.” She gestured towards him with her fork before spearing a piece of her own meal and eating it.

“Right, right,” Kyle nodded. He started eating his food again, savoring the taste. The candle on the table flickered slightly. “And I’m sorry about that. Your-”

“I know, my dress had stains. It couldn’t be helped,” she cut him off exasperatedly, shrugging her shoulders. The movement caused her right breast to tumble free as well.

Shit.

Kyle barely resisted gaping at her. Instead, he stared, marveling at the sheer size of his mother’s creamy, soft breasts. His manhood hardened, and he felt a surge of desire course through him.

“Thanks for getting rid of them, by the way,” she said, oblivious to his leering. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d worn that dress outside. It would have been so embarrassing.”

She scooped up another piece of ziti and put it in her mouth and began chewing. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“God, I wish the anti-stain ointment you put on me wasn’t so sticky,” she groused.

An idea came to him suddenly. His erection throbbed. Jerking off between his mother’s asscheeks had felt so good, and the knowledge that her juicy asscheeks were practically covered in his semen.

He summoned the Dialogue Menu and the world went still.

Sandra Mitchell (1669 Agreeableness Points)

<60> The ointment isn’t sticky at all. It’s actually quite pleasant. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

No need to look at the other options. This one’s pretty good.

He selected it and time resumed.

Motion returned to the world once more. His mother raised her auburn eyebrows and her azure eyes flicked to meet his.

“You know what?” she smiled easily; her features relaxing. “I change my mind. The ointment you put on me feels pretty good, actually. Do you have more of it? I honestly wouldn’t mind using it more regularly.”

He barely held in a laugh.

His mother frowned.

“What’s so funny?” she said, narrowing her eyes. She leaned forward slightly, drawing Kyle’s eyes to her huge breasts.

The Menu answered his call.

Sandra Mitchell (1671 Agreeableness Points)

<30> Nothing. Don’t worry about it. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

He selected the option. Time began moving once more, and once more the strange gibberish came pouring from his lips.

His mother blinked and nodded as if everything he said had made perfect sense.

“Hmph,” she ate another piece of her baked ziti and swallowed it. Kyle followed the bulge in her throat, imagining what it would be like when he finally got her to eat some of his cum.

Actually, I might be able to do that now. Get her to close her eyes and like not hear anything while I jerk off into her food and then use the Menu to make her believe that the food tastes completely normal. Heh. Or maybe make it taste better and attribute that to a “special sauce” I added while her eyes were closed.

His heart quickened with excitement. Even though he didn’t have enough AP with his mother to choose any of the explicitly sexual options, he could make things happen by merely being creative and messing with his mother’s perception of the world around her. An actual explicitly sexual relationship with her would come later.

“So,” his mother began. “Would you mind telling me where you got that ointment and what it’s called? I wouldn’t mind using it more often.”

He smirked.

“It’s a secret,” he said, delighting in the way his mother drew a shuddering gasp, causing her tits to jiggle slightly. She bit her lip.

How the hell hasn’t she noticed her tits are out yet?

“Okay, that’s fair,” she swallowed. Something glimmered in her eyes. “Could you at least share your cleaning solution with me when I want it?”

He smiled.

Never thought I’d see the day when Mom asked me for me cum.

He called the Menu again and time froze. He told thought about what he wanted the Menu to create

Sandra Mitchell (1673 Agreeableness Points)

<100> Sure, I’ll share it with you, Mom. But if you want it, you’ll have to come to my room while I’m here. And be sure to knock first. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Hm. Maybe add something to the effect that Mom has to wear something that shows off a lot of skin to make applying the “ointment” easier.

The blue holographic text blurred, letters and words rearranging themselves

<300> Yeah, I can share it, but you’ll have to come to my room while I’m here if you want it. And make sure you knock first before entering. Also, you should wear something that shows off a lot of skin when you show up at my room so I have an easier time applying it. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

He smiled inwardly.

Not grayed out. Awesome.

He picked the option. Time began flowing again.

His mother nodded. Her lips curved upward slightly.

“Of course I will. That makes complete sense. And thanks. I know the ointment is your secret, so I really appreciate you sharing it with me,” she said, a hint of gratitude in her voice.

His erection twitched again as he thought about his mother arriving at his room wearing nothing but a bra and panties, her curvaceous body on near-full display as she asked him to rub his cum into her skin.

Only problem I can see is actually getting to jerk off while she’s in the room. Oh, I know! I thought about it earlier. If I can just get her to close her eyes or simply ignore me outright, I could theoretically do anything while she’s present. Let’s see.

Sandra Mitchell (1675 Agreeableness Points)

<1500> Ignore me completely, no matter what I do. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Grayed out. Hm. Well, it’s nice to know that it doesn’t carry a Familiar Propriety debuff. Probably because there’s no sexual language or something like nudity implied in the command. I’ll keep it in mind though. It’d be cool to be able to just do whatever I wanted around her without risking her reacting at all.

Another thought occurred to him suddenly.

Wait a minute. If I make Mom ignore me completely, will it even be possible for me to use the Menu on her? Will I just be stuck with a mother who completely refuses to acknowledge me or my presence? Shit. I really don’t want to risk that.

He grumbled internally, unhappy at the prospect.

Maybe I can set a time limit. Like ten minutes? Is that possible?

At his mental urging, the Menu shifted.

<1500> Ignore me completely for ten minutes, no matter what I do. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Huh. So, I can do that. Nice. Actually, wait a minute. Maybe there’s an even better solution.

The Menu was already rearranging itself in accordance with his thoughts.

<1500> Ignore me completely, no matter what I do, except when I snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers, you won’t ignore me anymore. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Nice. That could definitely work. I could probably use that for other commands, but then, why would I when I can just use the Menu? Maybe to exert control over her when over the phone?

His mind was alight with possibilities. Ways he could bring his mother further under his control while he built up her AP to the levels he needed to utterly reshape her mind according to his whim, just as he had done with Janet.

Right now, though, I really just want to blow my load.

Kyle’s eyes flicked downward to his mother’s baked ziti. Half of it still sat on her plate uneaten.

Could I?

The Menu blurred.

<200> Hey Mom, I recently got my hands on a special sauce that’ll go really well with the ziti. The person who gave it to me asked me to keep it a secret though, so I’ll need you to keep your eyes closed while I apply it and not open them until I say so. It’ll taste absolutely amazing. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Fantastic. I’ll use another command to make sure she doesn’t hear me jerking off right in front of her.

Kyle toggled the option. The Menu faded from existence and the world burst into motion once more.

His mother raised an eyebrow.

“Hm. I thought the ziti was pretty good on its own, but if you’re sure this so-called “special sauce” will improve the taste a little, I’m willing to try it. Are you, um, going to put it on now?” she asked. She shifted slightly in her seat. Her big breasts wobbled.

“Uh, yeah,” he tore his eyes off her tits, silently thanking himself that he’d thought of the command that made his mother ignore his eyes.

“All right, then, but be quick about it. We don’t want dinner to get cold again, do we?” She smiled wryly before shutting her eyes.

Kyle stood up from his chair, his heart hammering in his chest. A pit of nervousness opened up in his chest, and his hands started shaking slightly as he walked towards his mother. He stared down at her, drinking in her perfect body. Her huge tits. God, he wanted to touch them so fucking bad.

The Menu winked into existence, and time stopped.

Sandra Mitchell (1677 Agreeableness Points)

I just realized I’ve got no lube. Fuck. And I don’t want to use my spit.

He looked at his mother, focusing on her lips.

I wonder…

<800> The best way to get the sauce out of the bottle is to use your mouth to lick and suck on it like a popsicle. The material’s very sensitive, though, so if you use your teeth, you could puncture it and make a big mess. Oh, and it’ll taste a little fruity, and the texture won’t seem abnormal to you at all for a bottle. And remember: don’t open your eyes until I say so. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Wow. No Familial Propriety debuff… Could I really use that and make Mom give me a blowjob without knowing it?

He was so excited he picked the option before he could stop himself.

Time began to flow again.

His mother licked her plush lips.

“Hm. I’ve never heard of bottled sauce before. Honestly, that sounds more like a condiment,” she mused, her eyes still closed. “But I guess it doesn’t matter.”

She held out her hand expectantly.

“Well? Aren’t you going to give me the bottle?” she said.

He grimaced.

Shit, I should have expected she’d want to use it herself.

“Uh, the material’s pretty fragile, so why don’t you let me handle it?” he tried, shifting slightly.

She shrugged, and he got the feeling if her eyes were open, she’d be rolling them.

“Fine,” she sighed. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

Kyle gaped at her.

“Kyle, I’m waiting,” his mother urged, her tone brimming with impatience.

Jesus fuck.

He reached down and undid his fly.

“What was that?” She frowned.

He coughed.

“Oh, um, that was just me getting the sauce out of my zipper pocket.”

Should have used the Menu. There’s no way she’ll believe that.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “Okay, you ready?”

He nodded, and immediately felt stupid for doing so.

“Um, yeah.”

He pulled his cock out from the confines of his pants. He moved closer to his mother, positioning his hard member within inches of her face.

This is soooo risky. She could open her eyes at any moment. I should have made her wear a blindfold or something.

“Kyle, if you don’t put that bottle in my mouth right now, I’m going to assume you don’t actually want me to taste your special sauce,” she said.

Oh god.

“Alright, alright. Turn your head left a little. Yeah, that’s good.”

She was facing him now, her eyes shut. His throbbing dick twitched as he moved it towards her waiting tongue and mouth.

Here goes nothing.

He moved one more inch forward, and his cockhead touched his mother’s hot, wet tongue.

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