He should fuck his mother Doggy style

Lucas looked at the dice in his hand before looking down at his mother. She seemed crestfallen; he felt bad for her, clearly finding that one specific heel without her human thinking skills had to have been tough. To be so nonchalantly disregarded had to have hurt. Lucas almost decided to try instructing his mother to clean herself up and get to work as she originally intended. But then he had a good look at what was in front of him and felt his cock strain underneath his clothes. His gorgeous mother was on all fours with her tits hanging out in front of him. To be played with. Toyed with. Trained with.

It was at that moment that Lucas decided to think with his cock and found the words automatically leaving his mouth as the dice subtly glowed in his hands, “Mom, I’m sure being a doggy is fun but wouldn’t you rather be fucked doggy, style right now?” Lucas immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. Where had that thought come from?

“Wha-” Amelia began murmuring as the light seemed to return to her sharp eyes. Her body relaxed as she seemed to be gaining awareness of where she was. “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU LITTLE JERK!!??” Amelia yelled as she got up and lunged at Lucas. Amelia didn’t seem to be aware of how she looked right or maybe she just didn’t seem to care right now, her own son propositioning her? Too far.

Lucas was surprised before he remembered what Mr Jester had said, “Of course, how can I be so dumb? I haven’t made the throw yet. Let’s see what these things can do.” Lucas said as he threw the dice on the floor in between his mother and him.

“Speaking to yourself? Maybe you have gone insane! Who do you think-” Amelia spoke before she saw what her son had rolled on the floor. She could barely make out the intricate number carved into that side, but she still recognized it.

“Seventeen? Wha-” Suddenly, Amelia had a blank look on her face as she stood up straight, slipped off her white lace panties, and discarded them off to the side. She rolled up her skirt until it was all bunched up at her waist and got down on all fours presenting her ass to her son. “Lucas, I need to be fucked in doggy style; it’s been so long I feel very guilty, I wouldn’t do it if I had a choice, but please, I need you to fuck me. PLEASE.” Amelia said with a wild look on her face as she stared back at her son.

Lucas was flabbergasted looking at how easily the dice had rewired her mom to her whims. The guilty confessions and conscience were annoying, but she still gave him what he wanted, and the best part was that she acted like she was the one who wanted it.

“Whoa, no way I got such a high roll on the first try. A seventeen works this well; I can only imagine what a 20 would look like; maybe there would be no guilt, I guess. This explains how Mr jester was able to do that to you so easily, if all he can roll are criticals like he said.” He mused as he walked towards his mother’s luscious ass cheeks, already taking off the clothes he now saw only as a barrier.

“Rolls, Crticials? Lucas, what are you talki-FUCK!” Amelia’s curiosity was cut short as she felt her son’s cock split her pussy open. For some reason, her pussy had already been drenched by the time she had asked Lucas for help, and his cock invading her pussy just reminded Amelia of how desperately she wanted to be fucked like this. “Please! Please! Don’t stop! Fill up this bitch with your cum.”

Lucas had only been fucking his mother for a good 4 minutes, but hearing her say that immediately caused him to go over the edge. Being mindful that he didn’t cum inside the wanting pussy (Even though she specifically requested it), Lucas pulled his cock out and sprayed his cum all over his mother’s humongous ass and flawless back. For some strange reason Lucas felt proud, like he had just marked his territory. He was in heaven as he looked down at his mother, who had seemingly collapsed into a heap on the floor, her ass raised up in the air.

“This is so wrong! But I want more, I would rather be fucked like the bitch I am in doggy style than do anything else!” Amelia seemed to reassure herself as if waiting to regain her strength for round two.

But post-nut clarity was something that had hit Lucas hard. What the fuck had he just done..? To his own mother, no less and now she seemed to be stuck in a loop. He had to leave for school. What would happen if he were to leave his mom like this? He decided it was a question he didn’t want answered.

Quickly grabbing the dice off the floor, he stepped in front of his mother and spoke his next instruction at her. “I think we both know it would be best for you to go get cleaned up, take the day off and head to bed, forgetting all of this ever happened.” There was just a second of horror that flashed in his mother’s eyes before Lucas threw down the dice on the table next to him. He was relieved to see yet another high number. It was a twelve, but would that be enough?

His question found its answer as he saw his mother wordlessly get up off the floor and make her way toward her room, shutting the door behind her. Lucas felt even more relieved when he heard the shower running. He felt bad for what he had done to his mom, but he felt almost compelled to.

As he was putting on his jeans and signature rumpled t-shirt, he finally noticed the watch on his hand, “Fuck I’m going to be late for class!” swiftly grabbing the dice off the table, he ran towards the entrance finding the same sneaker, which he had witnessed his mother chomping down on and putting it on as he ran out of the house.

Back in Amelia's room, she had just gotten into the bathtub and found herself dozing away. She wouldn’t know why, but when she would wake up later, she would find herself believing that she had just had the most inappropriate dreams that she’d ever had in her life. Her own son? How could she? She couldn’t possibly? Right?