A few chores for his mother

Adam had been torn between going further with his sister Katherine and experimenting on his mother Sarah or younger sister Jackie, but the promise of having new test subjects for the device had been too enticing to ignore and he soon found himself heading downstairs. He had thought about having Katherine come along, but he was apprehensive about using the logic device on more than one subject at once before he had tested everyone on their own at least once.

The carpeted wooden stairs creaked gently beneath his feet as he neared the landing.

“Mom?” Adam said. He gave a few experimental touches to make sure the logic device and his protective headphones were in place.

“In here!” a female voice answered from the direction of the kitchen.

Adam entered the kitchen, heart pounding in his chest.

He was met with the sight of his mother as she held a glass of water to her lips. She wore a tight red t-shirt that did little to hide her generous cleavage. Her creamy white skin was caked in sweat. Adam saw a drop of water spill from her lips and fall into her cleavage. He swallowed nervously.

“Ah,” his mother downed a final gulp of water and looked at him with deep blue eyes.

“You wanted me to come outside?” Adam ventured. He was not the biggest fan of yardwork, viewing it as a mundane task on which his brilliant mind was wasted. Unfortunately, he had his mother to thank for all the hours he had wasted on menial chores around the house.

He found himself resenting her for delaying his completion of the logic device. She had never taken him seriously when he’d told her that he was working on his technological innovations, preferring instead to laud his sisters for their academic and athletic achievements. That had solidified his resentment of her.

“Yes, I need your help with the yard,” Sarah said. “Grab a pair of gloves and meet me outside.”

She put her empty glass in the sink and walked past him.

Adam turned and was graced with the sight of his mother’s wide hips swaying in tight black yoga pants. The spandex hugged her plump ass and dug slightly into her crack. Her ass jiggled enticingly as she walked towards the door the back yard.

A lecherous grin formed on Adam’s face as he followed his mother outside. Chores were going to be so much more fun from now on, he'd make sure of it.

The back yard was relatively large – about an acre and a half. A dense tree line afforded the property a great deal of privacy, perfect for Adam’s needs. The midday sun shined down upon the yard, giving Adam the impression of an undisturbed natural paradise.

“Where’s Dad and Jackie?” Adam said.

“They left a few minutes ago,” Sarah wiped the sweat off her brow. “Jackie wanted to go over her friend’s house for the afternoon and your father figured he'd stop by his office on the way back."

Adam shook his head. Eighteen years old and Jackie still doesn’t have a driver’s license.

“So what do you want me to do?” Adam said, feeling mildly curious.

“I want you to grab that shovel and dig a few holes over there,” she pointed to a mostly unoccupied tract of brown soil. “Your Aunt Jen is bringing over some flowers tomorrow and I want those holes ready before she gets here so I can transplant them.”

Aunt Jen is coming over tomorrow? Interesting.

“Nah, I don’t think I'm going to do that,” Adam said. He smirked as his mother put her hands and her hips and glared at him.

“Excuse me?” she said. Her eyes were narrowed dangerously.

“That’s a shovel,” Adam pointed at the rounded shovel his mother had gestured at previously.

“Are you making fun of me? You’re very close to being grounded, young man.”

“And you dig holes with a shovel,” Adam said, still smirking.

“That’s it! No computer for a week,” Adam’s mother said.

“The only yard work you need me to do is to grab and spank your ass.”

Sarah stilled and gazed blankly ahead. Her lips opened slightly in the same way Katherine’s had. Adam took the opportunity to openly ogle his mother’s cleavage.

Adam’s manhood became rock-hard at the prospect of controlling his own mother.

“Uhm… yeah, you’re right, Adam,” Sarah said. She shook her head. “Okay, now get me behind me and grab and spank my ass or you’re grounded for a month!”

Adam had to stop himself from chuckling at his mother.

He walked behind his mother and tentatively reached a hand out, squeezing his mother’s rear.

“Adam, you’re supposed to grab and spank my ass,” Sarah looked back at him and glared. “Don’t make me tell your father you refused to spank me.”

Adam’s grin widened as he reached his arm back and brought it down hard on his mother’s butt. Her asscheeks jiggled.

“Oh!” Sarah cried out. “Great work, Adam. Keep going!”

Adam slapped and squeezed his mother’s soft, but surprisingly firm butt, his cock twitching as she whimpered and moaned with every strike.

“This is your ass,” Adam said as he palmed his mother’s rear. He was sorely tempted to slide a few fingers into her pant-clad asscrack.

“Mhm,” Sarah moaned as her son squeezed her butt.

“And your ass is a part of your body,” Adam’s fingers lingered at the edge of Sarah’s clothed buttcrack.

“Obviously,” Sarah said.

“You always let me touch your ass anytime, any way I want.”

Adam inserted his fingers into his mother's buttcrack as his commands sunk into her brain, rewriting the way she saw the world.

“Yes, that’s right, Adam,” Sarah shook her head and looked at him. “You can touch my ass anytime and any way you want.”

Wow, that’s so hot.

Feeling bold, Adam unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out.

“Adam, what are you doing?!” Sarah nearly screeched when she saw her son’s dick dangling freely.

“You said I could touch your ass any way I wanted, so I decided to use my cock,” Adam shrugged. “Are you a liar?”

“N-no,” Sarah gulped. “But this is really strange.”

Adam smiled as he placed his bare cock on his mother’s clothed ass and started rubbing it.

“Actually, this is alright.” Sarah’s expression softened. “I told you you could touch my ass any way you wanted, that obviously includes using your... your penis. Silly me!”

This is awesome!

Adam lined up his cock between his mother’s buttcheeks and pushed. He grinned and savored the sight of his penis being hugged by his own mother’s pant-clad asscheeks. Sarah groaned as he ground his cock against her.

“Adam, my ass isn’t going to spank itself,” Sarah warned.

“You got it, Mom!” Adam slapped his mother’s ass hard.

“Such a good boy,” Sarah said.

“Am I a good son, Mom?” Adam groped his mother’s fine ass before he slapped it again.

“Definitely,” Sarah said. “Ah! Good sons do their chores.”

“Like spanking their mother’s ass?”

Sarah hummed. “Like spanking their mother’s ass.”

"And I can touch your ass anytime I want?" He slipped a hand beneath her yoga pants and her panties to grope her bare ass.

Sarah nodded in agreement. "Anytime you want, honey."

"In any way I want?" He pulled his mother's yoga pants down at the middle of her ass and rested his cock between his mother's warm, soft, creamy white cheeks.

She didn't even blink. "Mhm, in any way you want."

“How does my cock feel between your asscheeks?”

“It’s okay, I guess,” Sarah shrugged.

Now that won’t do.

“This is your hair,” Adam said he tangled his fingers in his mother’s brunette locks.

“Yes, it is,” Sarah’s ass jiggled when Adam spanked it with his other hand.

“And your hair is brown,” Adam ground his dick deeper into his mother’s panty-clad asscrack.

“Mhm…”

Adam smirked, mind ablaze with the possibilities his next words would unleash.