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"That's it, Mom," Derek called out in excitement, watching his mother dance with wild abandon around her bedroom, his finger pressing the Undress command again in his eagerness. "Strip for me, show me everything, Mom," he insisted, his earlier concerns and reservations forgotten in the heat of the moment, all thoughts of what he should or shouldn't do pushed aside by his lust.

"Yes," Jess gasped, 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 says as the strange app takes control again, her hand dropping to the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly working it up over her toned stomach. Jess knew something wasn't right here, knew she wasn't acting normally... but seemed unable to stop. It was as if something else had control of her, as if she was being manipulated by something beyond her understanding.

"Yes," Derek panted eagerly, watching as his sexy mother slowly lifted her shirt, baring the toned and tanned skin of her stomach to him as she moved to the beat of the music. He heard his phone chime, felt it thrum in his hand, signalling that his commands had been successful but he didn't glance down at his phone, couldn't tear his eyes off of the sexy spectacle in front of him.

Jess pulled her shirt up, baring her breasts in her plain white bra as she spun to the music, working the t-shirt up and off over her head, tossing it aside as she kept dancing. She knew she looked good, had worked hard to stay in shape, to keep fit, ever since Derek 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 Derek's eyes as she stripped out of her clothes in front of him. I only wish I'd chosen more interesting lingerie for today, Jess found herself thinking as her hands dropped to her jeans, unhooking them and slowly working the tight denim down off her hips.

"So sexy, Mom," Derek assured her, openly staring at her full breasts as they jiggled in the simple white bra. Christ, she's so hot, he thought to himself, finding something incredibly arousing about her plain utilitarian lingerie. It seems so innocent, so pure, he mused to himself, watching with glee as she struggled out of her jeans, the tight pants making it impossible for her to keep dancing as she worked them down her legs.

Jess tried to continue dancing as she pushed her jeans down, her wild gyrating becoming a sensual sway until she was able to kick her pants off, resuming her erotic dance around her bedroom in just a simple white bra and matching panties. She could tell from Derek's reaction that he was enjoying the show, his eyes following her every movement as if afraid of missing something. It's nice to know I can still arouse a younger man, Jess 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.

Derek stared at his mother's ass in sheer delight, his tongue wetting his lips instinctively 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 for the first time since he was an infant. "Fuck," Derek 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. "Christ, they're perfect," he half-moaned in appreciation as he ogled his mother's breasts.

"Not quite perfect, master," Jess assured him with a delighted blush, her hands cupping her breasts and lifting them, holding them as if offering them to him, "but thank you for thinking so."

"Close enough," Derek assured her with a smile, taking a few more moments to appreciate her breasts before she let her hands drop down, resting them on her hips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties as she started dancing again.

Jess danced, teasing Derek as she moved to the music, pulling her panties down just a little before letting them slip back up into place. 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 his earlier words, his commands kept echoing in her mind, pushing her on, controlling her actions. Let me see how sexy you are, how hot you can dance, Strip for me, Let me see it all! were the words rattling around in her mind, filling her with the compulsion to obey despite her own misgivings. As the song built to a crescendo, the climax of the music approaching, Jess knew what the finale of her dance was to be, her mind both elated and disgusted at what she was about to do.

"What!?" Derek practically screamed as the song came to a crashing end, watching 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, pulled her panties down to her ankles and spread the lips of her sex, exposing her most intimate area completely to him. "What are you doing, Mom?" Derek managed to stammer in shock, his eyes fixated on the moist pink flesh of her sex, part of his mind noting the small silver stud that decorated her labia.

"I... I did what you instructed me to, Master," Jess 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 turning to face him. "Isn't that what you wanted, Master?"

"I... I guess so, Mom," Derek 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, Derek?" Jess asked, suddenly doubting herself, wondering if she'd taken his commands too far.

"Oh, god, yes," he assured her with a vigorous nod of his head. "I really enjoyed it... I just wasn't expecting it, Mom," he explained as his phone suddenly let out a series of chimes. Glancing at his phone, Derek watched in awe as his INF points nearly tripled while his mother's plummeted rapidly. I guess that got me some good points, he mused, thumbing over his mother's portrait on his phone to see her stats.

• Name: Jess McCoy
• Age: 39
• Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian
• Sex: Female
• Body Type: Average
• Height: 163cm (5'4'')
• Weight: 55kg (121lbs)
• Eye Color: Brown
• Hair Color: Dark Blonde
• Pubic Hair: waxed - 9 days, 21 hours ago - visibly growing again
• Pubic Hair Style: None
• Tattoos: None
• Piercings: silver piercing on right outer labia
• Bra Cup Size: C - Natural
• Bust: 86cm (34'')
• EXP: 94
• INF: 25

With INF that low, I could make her do just about anything, Derek mused, thinking again that just because he can do something, doesn't mean he should do it.