It Works

"Yes," Jessica panted, breathing heavily from the wild dancing, her hair sticking to her sweaty face as she moved her body, lost in the hot rhythm of the music. "Yes, Master," she finally said as she moved to obey. Her hands moved, one still toying with the waist of the trousers while the other rose to the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly began working it up over her stomach while all the while she continued to sway and move in time with the music.

Jessica stole glimpses at Dustin as she moved, his face a picture of rapt excitement, his mouth open and his breathing almost as ragged as hers. Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be doing this, that she should not be dancing for him like this, should not be lifting her shirt for him, preparing to bare herself to him, but his excitement was infectious. It had been so long since she had danced, let alone like this, trying to show off, trying to be sexy, enticing, and the knowledge that she still could be those things, sent an undeniable thrill through her even as she obeyed the compulsions to keep going.

Moving her hands in time with the music, she pulled her shirt up, baring her breasts in her plain white bra and shimmying her chest at him. She had to show him how sexy she could be, didn’t she? She knew she looked good, had worked hard to stay in shape, to keep fit, ever since Dustin was born. She'd seen the men looking, knew she could still grab attention, but it was somehow even more rewarding to see the sheer delight in Dustin's eyes as she stripped out of her clothes in front of him. I only wish I'd chosen more interesting lingerie for today, Jessica found herself thinking as her hands dropped to her jeans, unhooking them and slowly working the tight denim down off her hips.

She turned, shaking her ass as she worked the denim down her legs, until she was able to kick her pants off and resume her wilder motions. She jumped and bobbed and swayed and shimmied in just her bra and panties, the white material turning slightly translucent in places as she sweated. She could tell from Dustin's reaction that he was enjoying the show, his eyes were following her every movement as if afraid of missing something. It was nice to know she could still arouse a younger man, she thought to herself with a smile, carefully avoiding the thought that the young man happened to be her own son as her hands moved to the thin straps of her bra, slipping them down her shoulders as she teasingly turned away from him.

Dustin stared at his mother's ass in sheer delight, his tongue wetting his lips as he watched her stand there, swaying to the music, her hips gyrating with the hard thumping beat of the song as she reached behind her, deftly unhooking her bra in one practiced move. He watched the simple bra fall to the floor, holding his breath in anticipation as his mother slowly turned around to face him, baring her breasts to him.

"Fuck," Dustin sighed, his eyes running over the tanned skin of her breasts, tracing over inch of her tits as she stood there, his gaze focusing in on her hard nipples as her body moved sensuously to the music. "They're perfect," he half-moaned in appreciation as he ogled his mother's breasts.

Jessica felt a small pulse of something at his words, an undeniable excitement. She had disliked the cleaning, but had done it because he had asked her to. There had been no question of disobedience. But this… the dancing, the stripping, she shouldn’t be doing it. She shouldn’t. She knew it! But… even as she obeyed, she could not deny… it felt good. His words compelled her on, pushed her forward. Let me see how sexy you are, how hot you can dance. Strip for me. Let me see it all! As she heard them again in her mind she swayed her hips, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and realized that she wanted to obey.

Jessica danced, teasing Dustin, pulling her panties down just a little before letting them slip back up into place, shaking her hips to the beat. She could have obeyed immediately, stripped down mechanically and shown him her body as he asked… but she wanted to tease him. To really show him how sexy she could be. She knew she was driving him wild, knew he was aroused, could see the desire in his eyes, and knew she should stop, that she shouldn't be doing this in front of her own son... but, fuck it, had been so long since she’d had this kind of attention… What was the harm in having some fun herself while giving him what he’d asked for? As the song built to a crescendo, the climax of the music approaching, Jessica knew what the finale of her dance was to be.

Dustin watched in astonishment as his mother, moving in perfect time with the music turned her back to him, and in one swift elegant motion bent over and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She felt the thrill of total exposure, her most intimate areas fully on display as she lowered herself to her hands and knees, leaning forward and throwing her head back to look over her shoulder at him as the song came to a crashing end.

“Holy shit.” Dustin whispered in astonished arousal, his eyes fixed on the glorious image of his mother’s exposed rear, before flicking up to meet her gaze as she watched him.

"I... I did what you instructed me to, Master," Jessica replied breathlessly, still holding the exhibitionist pose. "You said you wanted to see it all, wanted me to show you everything," she reminded him, as she slowly stood up and turned to face him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I… uh, yeah. Yes…" Dustin nodded his head, somewhat in shock over what he'd just witnessed. "I just didn't think... didn't think you'd do that."

"Did you like it, Dustin?" Jessica asked, suddenly doubting herself, wondering if she'd taken his commands too far.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he assured her with a vigorous nod of his head. "I really enjoyed it... I just wasn't expecting it." he explained as he stared at her, still standing naked before him. He hadn’t been either. Just how much had his stats changed to pull that behavior from her?

Clicking on the log he saw the expected “Command Accepted - Exp+, Inf+” entries, but one of the more recent ones caught his eye.

Resistance Bypassed - Profile Adjustments Available

Profile adjustments? Where was her profile? Experimentally he tapped on her portrait and blinked in surprise when the list of commands below her picture was replaced with a list of stats.

Name: Jessica Kingsley
Age: 39
Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Female
Body Type: Average
Height: 168cm (5'6'')
Weight: 62kg (138 lbs)
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Pubic Hair: waxed - 5 days
Pubic Hair Style: None
Tattoos: None
Piercings: Ear (left), Ear (right)
Bra Cup Size: DD - Natural
Bust: 90cm (36'')
Resistance: 12
Influence: 94

Ah, so that was the result of all the gains he’d made with her. If the Resistance and Influence values were out of a hundred, then… holy crap. He could probably make her do just about anything. But then again… what else could this app show him about her?

Below the list was a series of buttons. The first was “Update Stat List” which he promised himself to have a look at later, but below it were a series of buttons that were much more interesting to him.

Adjust Disposition
Adjust Relationships
Adjust Behavioral Tendencies
Adjust Moral Alignment & Values

So that was what it had meant by “Profile adjustments.”