The Good Son

As much as I've wanted this, as much as the thought of these acts have flitted through my mind for years long before the power of the app fell in my lap... I can't help but remember Alice's reaction to my eagerness. Mom doesn't even have the programming Alice had to consider **** legal so... no, no I can't do that to her. At least... not until she decides she wants it.

Of course, that doesn't mean I won't "innocently" plant the seeds for it in this wonderful garden I've made. I continue following her up the stairs, appreciating the sight of her ass and soaked slit now staring back at me without a care in the world from their owner. By the time we get up to the second floor, she's actively glancing at me as if she can tell I'm planning something.

I walk along and firmly squeeze her ass as we go, making her steps stutter. Every part of her, when touched by any part of me, now excites her... so I've got to try and get as much surface contact in as I can tonight. “Do you want to shower alone?”

“I-I... I do, but I... can't.” Her hesitation never rises to the level of a question, but I can tell she believed me on to the “hygiene” problem’s cause.

“Then I'll take it with you.”

“Dave, please... let go of me.”

I'm surprised by the sudden ask, so much so that I obey immediately and release her rump. “I-Is... is something wrong with me doing... that?”

“No, there's... nothing wrong with it, but I'm not feeling well... I don't know what it is- ah!” But she does know what it is: she's getting hornier by the minute and my touch wasn't helping. Her body hunches slightly as she feels the fluids building inside her again until she quickly revises, “I-I mean I do know... I do! God...”

I can't stop myself before it slips from me, “Why are you so aroused, mom?”

“David! Th-Thaaat’s not your business!” No other reaction, save a flash of anger in her face... and that's fair. As far as she's concerned, it really isn't my concern... at least not right now.

I start to backpedal in a panic. “I just... I just wanted to let you know it's okay! It's okay for me to grope that gorgeous body of yours, right?”

“Y... Normally yes, but I just need space tonight and you're really not helping me. I know... ugh,” she sighs, “I know you've been through a lot today too what with how your teacher behaved...”

Her hesitant concern is my window, and eagerly I exploit it. I was not going to be excised from her bedroom this time! “I just... I just want to feel safe, and I want to hold you tonight, mom,” I softly whisper, “it just... brings me comfort.”

But alas... I did choose infinite sex over being able to lie worth a damn. The woman who birthed me levels her cutting gaze as she mutters, “You're just being selfish, David, and you're trying to embarrass me.”

“N-No, I-”

“I can't tell you to not sleep in my bed, and I'll need you to at least be in the bathroom while I shower... but I am telling you now: do not touch me unless I tell you otherwise.”

Fuck! The groping might be normal, and showering "alone" is technically satisfied just by having someone present... but how did she lock into these technicalities so fast?!

Later, when I reflect on this interaction, I'd eventually come to a conclusion: her mind is bending to accept all the new rules and its bending to her favor instead of mine. She is still my parent... still an authority over me. The app doesn’t give me too many options to “fix” that and so she obeys its whims to the extent a parent would have to.

But right now, I'm just pissed. I sank so many gems to make tonight happen... and she's not letting it happen. Angrily I let loose, “You just don't want to deal with how horny you're getting with me, right?”

“David, you will be grounded for the entire time school is closed if- gah!” Again her thighs clutch to try and stop the flood.

“You're trying to keep that from me, and it's only making things worse for you.”

“David Haines! I'm... I'm your mother! Any... I don't know why my body is acting up, so yes, yes I'm getting... hot and all kinds of things because of you touching me, and I don't know why, but I'm also your mother and I do not approve this kind of attention!”

“But you'll still take my compliments about how hot you are?”

“Obviously!”

“And I can stare at you however I want?”

“Of course, why would I mind that? But until I'm...” She finally untenses, realizing her openness has ceased the flood. It hasn't spared the hallway floor, though; droplets of her cum run down her shins from her thighs and begin dripping onto the wood. “Until I'm physically better, you just can't... touch me. David, I’m... I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s going on...” Her last words are hitching in her throat... and I realize now, as anger flushes away, that my mom is in distress. The conflict is painted on her face and guilt runs me through as I realize I’ve done no better with her than I had with Alice. Sure, no blowjobs, no sex, but... “I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of these rules... but those are the rules of the house right now, and you're going to have to respect them until you move out.”

My teeth are clenched as I stare back at the floor. I was getting ready go ask her to apologize, to try and trick her into favors with her new sexy apologies... but I have to stop. I look to my phone again and try to find some answer that I can afford with the 37 gems I've got remaining. I could freely slap her ass for 7 gems, and that'd at least get me some unlimited contact, albeit in a brutal way. I could also knock her out for an hour every day for 25 gems. But nothing helped with... her.

For my mom, arousal with me was a prison, not a shelter. So now I have to play the good son. “Alright mom... let's get in the shower, and I'll just watch. I’m sorry for... for asking.”

Her features relax slightly as she finds relief... and soon I'm being led into a somber take of a voyeuristic fantasy I never could have dreamed of. It's one thing to watch mom get naked around the house--and it is one Hell of a thing--but it's another to watch her wash her body with meticulous detail through the plain glass door of her shower. She doesn't masturbate as I'm sure she intended, so once she's finally out and clean she's still very flushed and frustrated. Painted forever in my mind, however, is the image of her: water sluicing off her curves, nipples hard under the torrent, and the fogging glass only making the dance of utilitarian showering more sensual and titillating with the silhouette I followed for ten minutes.

By the time she finishes, no amount of guilt can put a damper on the fact that I'm taut and ready to fuck a hole into oak with how worked up I've become... all while she is left rosy-cheeked and sighing heavily. As she towels her body dry, she keeps passing the towel over her meticulously-cleaned nethers... and now they'll never get less sopping wet until she finally finds that orgasmic relief she needs.

But it would have to be her alone in her bed, for now... and with a sad nod, I stand to leave.

“David?”

I glance back, unsure, as Eliza Haines calls out to her first child so naturally that it startles me. “Y-Yeah?”

“Thank you for understanding.” She smiles warmly, and it banishes me with a mumbled good night and renewed shame.

It took some minutes of thinking to calm myself and stop from beating myself up about it. I anguished over it until I slowly rationalized everything that happened, realized this was just another phase, and promised for mom, as I did for Alice, that I’d make it right for her. In dedication to that, I move on to consider the week or more I now have off from school.

I never did find my tenth girl to receive what now seemed a paltry sum of ten gems, but more importantly I had put almost all the gems into three women, two of which I lived with. As I review the app to find out who the fourth-most-invested Custom Girl is, I am faced with the surprising fact that it's my sexualized therapist, who I only recruited to perfect my grasp on Ms. Lia...

... and whose upgrades could readily fix the "problems" I faced at home.

Shit, is that really the solution? Schedule a group therapy session with Dr. Anand and have her tell the Haines that getting down at home is the psychologically sound path forward? I almost call her up in the middle of the night in my eagerness to test the theory... but man, what if that backfired somehow? But there’s the other side of that coin: how long was mom going to be able to stand being constantly aroused around and about her son without a mental break? It might be more humane to let Anand do her thing.

And then there were five other girls...

I reviewed my situation in full in preparation for the first Wednesday of our long, unexpected break.