Renege on your deal with Kelly for a good cause.

Worried she'd strangle you if you didn't deal with this situation immediately, you slip a finger into the MCR, "The urge to have my cock in your mouth or ass is temporarily reduced when I grope your body." You get a good handful of her ass with your other hand as you say this, squeezing the tight muscle, "The effect lasts for several hours after I stop touching you. During that time you accept our... fucking around but don't feel negatively affected by it... Other than embarrassed because you initiated it. You won't consciously remember me saying these commands."

It wasn't Shakespeare but you were literally in a stranglehold so you weren't too worried about the elegance of your wording. You watch, relieved, as Kelly's face slowly relaxes as you knead her firm butt through her yoga pants. You let go as your mother turns around, smiling at the two of you. Kelly stands there for a moment, a look of blissful relief on her face, before pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. You give her a discrete thumbs up and she smiles before blushing and staring into her plate. Heigh, you'd take it.

With Kelly momentarily diffused, you were free to channel your lustful energies at your mother, trying to be discrete while you watched but not too discrete. Your mom deposited food on your plates before wiping her brow, "Whew it's hot in here now." Your boner strained valiantly against its jean straightjacket as your mother peeled off her sweater, her breasts bouncing slightly. She was still wearing a tank top and bra but progress was progress. She immediately glanced at you after folding the sweater and you fake (read: very badly) pretend not to be watching. You see her smile in your periphery, start to approach, then made a sharp turn and head into the living room.

You finish your food quickly and stand up, slipping behind Kelly's chair and sliding your arms around to cup her pert breasts through her t-shirt, "Remember what we talked about last night? All my chores have to be done or your mouth won't be touching my cock anytime soon." She squirmed as you aggressively fondled her tits, warming your cool hands on her chest, "Ok I got it! Why am I the one who has to earn it, why can't you just be a horny dick like other guys?"

You smirk, "because I'm not the one who 'needs it'. What exactly does that mean anyway? How do you 'need' my cock?" Rather than see it, you feel the heat of her blush on your arms, "I don't know, I just needed it right then ok?! Fuck, it probably won't even happen again! Get your hands off me, we're not in a relationship or lovers or... anything! Last night was a one time thing! I came to you because I was confused! God you are suck a jerk!" She jumped up and stormed up the stairs.

You almost feel guilty. Your shit-eating grin says otherwise. You were looking forward to when she came crawling back. Anyway: Mom.

She's sitting in the living room watching tv, arms folded tightly around herself. She must be regretting ditching her sweater for the sake of showing off to you. You start towards her but hesitate. She might be over the worst of her guilt but you doubt she's quite as ready to continue on as you are. You could easily make her ready but you were really getting off on the 'organic' feel you were getting from your developing relationship, you didn't want to railroad it too hard. A third option was you could just use the MCR for its intended purpose and keep her warm that way. She'd just write it off as another 'hallucination'. You finger the ring in your pocket, mulling over your options.