Grinding

There was a moment of clarity for Brenda Newman, after the first orgasm, but before the achievements took effect. Nothing more than a brief respite for the moment, but enough of one to let the MILF think clearly.

Or at least as clearly as one could with a cock filling her all the way up to her cervix. The moment, as short as it was, was at least long enough for her to try and think through what they were doing. Brenda Newman knew she had initiated it. She knew she had been feeling pent up, but she was always pent up. Always in need of something more because her husband was always away. She knew how to control it, how to keep the tides at bay, but for some reason when she had hugged John...

...She just couldn't stop herself.

Her thoughts raced to the possible consequences for something like this, and for a moment she tried to react, to pull away before John shoved her harder against the nearby wall and pinned her in place. She knew why he stopped her, and not just from the heavy moaning in her ear. She had felt it too, the sudden tensing of pleasure between the two of them for a movement made too quickly. The difference was, out of the two of them, she was more pent up. When he slammed her against the wall, Brenda opened her mouth to cry out in shock and no sound came out. It was a subtle orgasm that rocked through Brenda's form as John re-buried the singular inch that she had just managed to pull out. She trembled against him under the soft wave of release, magnified by the sensitivity of the last orgasm he had given her, and once again that clarity came.

If she did this...if she let this follow through, it wouldn't just hurt her reputation, but her son's. Her heart sunk at the thought of someone from his school, or his new job discovering this and for a moment, she tried to push back.

"J-John..." was all she managed to say as the two of them pushed back against the other, but with their newfound equality in strength, neither managed to move the other.

For John, the sudden movement and the action to pin her against the wall had been all about self preservation. It had been clear from the beginning that she was way more skilled at this than he was, and it wasn't just because he had been a virgin before that. Everything she did from the moment he was inside her became some method, some move to help him get off. Some of it was intentional, while other actions were things that she had been doing for so long, that it became instinctual for her. With that in mind, John still didn't even feel it when his mother came the second time.

He may not have been the biggest partner Brenda Newman had had before the achievements took place, but he hadn't been small anymore. His cock, when balls deep, managed to fill her all the way up to the entrance to her womb. Her pussy, around his width, clung to him like a second skin, spread open enough that it had almost been like the two of them had been made for each other. It was a little cheesy, but in a way, it was like the pair had been of two parts, like a lock and a key.

When John grew, that perfect snug fit changed, and they both felt it. His cock, with nowhere else to go but deeper in, transformed her tight little pocket into something that started to gape and stretch around him, molding her pussy to his new size. He felt her stretch as whatever lusty thing she had been planning to rasp out devolved into a series of guttural noises, and her cervix began to pull and spread around the head of his cock.

For a moment, it felt like he might go deeper and his mother's legs started to shake and spasm uncontrollably against him, as the entrance to her womb began to open up more and more. Naturally, John found himself relishing in the thought of fucking such an experienced woman where no man had been before.

Until something solid stopped him. He wasn't sure what it was exactly when he got near, just that it was small and solid, and hurt when he poked into it. Sure enough though, he didn't stop trying until his mother began to buck and squirt against him, her body falling more and more limp with each thrust he made.

It was only after turning her head to kiss her again, as she went through orgasm after orgasm on his fattening cock, that John came for the second time. When he saw her, the sight of her eyes rolled back and her jaw rolling slack was too much for him to handle and with a final thrust, he exploded deep inside her, spurting as much of his cum into her womb as he could manage before the two of them began the slow collapse into each other's arms for the night... and slow it was.

It took a quite a few hours before John fell asleep, most of that time was spent creating a whole new kind of relationship with his mother, complete with new and lovely personal memories. Brenda did not take as long as John did to fall asleep, under the influence of his aura for the whole time that they were together, his mother wound up fucking him into her own exhaustion. At some point, when she was too tired and sensitive to continue, she passed out on his bed beneath him. For John, rest only came after he had depleted his tanks and used up all the refills he had left for his balls before he finally decided to give it a rest. With another strained, exhausted moan from his mother, John fell beside her and pulled the older woman close.

Her form shook and trembled against him. Actions like appreciative squeezes into her breasts or loving pats to her quim were more than felt by the woman lying with him. It didn't matter where he touched her by that point. After all that time and the influence that had been provided by his powers, Brenda's body had become so overly sensitive that the slightest brush against her skin felt like massive shock waves radiating and burning up through her body and into her sleeping mind.

When morning eventually came for the two of them, John woke up without a problem. He wasn't sore, though that came as nothing more than a little surprise to him by this point. He wasn't in pain. With Gamer's Body, why should he have been? The most he felt was just... sticky from all the combined liquids that he had slept in over the night.

His mother didn't stir when John got up, the sound of light snoring left John firmly in the belief that he had somehow managed to wear her out after the last night.

It wasn't until he got all the way down to the shower that it hit John.

How was she going to react when the effects of the aura wore off?

John stared into the image of himself in the mirror, and the image stared back with a growing sense of worry and apprehension. Would she figure out that something had been wrong, that there had been no natural reason for her to react like that with him? Would she be mad or scared? He could already imagine the way she would scream at him for something like this, those disappointed glares aimed directly at him for this. His mind only fell deeper into these thoughts after a couple moments, and after a couple seconds his face twisted up in horror at some of the other things he could think of.

What if she is actually scared of me after this? The image of cowering Brenda Newman flicked through his mind, a look of panic and unrecognizable terror burned into her features when she looked at John. Part of him could already feel the shunned treatment she would resort to just to try and keep herself 'safe' from him. It only got worse from there. Thoughts of betrayal, ****, and loss swam freely through John Newman's mind as he almost robot-like went through his daily motions, moving him in and then out of the shower.

Before last night, he couldn't have seen these things happening. It was his mother after all... but now, after what happened, if she figured it out, she would have had a reason to hate him, one he could understand too.

Distract yourself, John thought firmly once it seemed like his hands might start shaking with all these thoughts. Find something else to do. You don't know how she's going to react. She might not even figure it out! There was a slight nodding on his part as John tried to reassure himself and stood in front of the mirror again.

His mana bar was full, he noted, with a mere glance at the character screen showing his naked picture. Full and ready for grinding.

A small smile passed over John's face as he fell back into the habits he was used to with his loved hobby. The abilities sheet popped up in front of John with a little sliding animation, letting it simply move into existence in front of him so he could look for what it was he wanted.

It didn't take long for him to decide which one to use. The four main abilities he had, the ones that were actually useful, all had specific requirements for using them, and Theft, Meditation, and Fighter's Eyes didn't exactly have those conditions filled out right now. Most of them required another person to use, and he doubted his mother would be particularly helpful right now. That left Augment Body because it would have been stupid to use Meditation when he already had full mana.

In the end he used Augment Body on his actual overall musculature, choosing to change his musculature until it began to harden, and each individual string of muscle would be ready to pack in more strength with it. He didn't want to change his body too much, just make what he already had better... not counting the goal for a six pack of course.

Still, as he stood in front of the mirror filled with the intent and focus to make his muscles tighten like thick cords, to make them contract into a denser state, John watched as his body began to ripple and shift ever so slightly before his very eyes. He laughed under an awed breath as he watched the change happen, and with a grin, took in the sight and feel of how his muscles hardened in his body. They didn't grow, but they were definitely firmer now, like he had gotten a suit of soft armor placed under his skin, and there was a visible outline of musculature in his abdomen now, if you really looked for it...

+1 Endurance

"Nice!" he exclaimed and, of course, flexed for the mirror, grinning wider as his changed body tensed back at him. "Now I just nee-"

"John?" his mother suddenly spoke up. John jumped and his body physically turned towards the sound of her voice. "What just happened...?" she said and stared wide-eyed back at John through the open door way of the bathroom.

"John?"