Stop himself at the last moment

Just before his hands made contact with his mother's large, soft, pillowy breasts, Alex stopped himself, pulling back as if burned. What the hell was he doing? Sure, this woman wasn't tecnically his mom, but she was still the woman who birthed him. Doing anything to her would just be wrong.

But as he turned to look at her emotionless, hand print marked face once more, he already felt all that resistance begin to crumble again.

"S-Shit..." Alex already felt his hand shaking as it began moving towards his mother's breasts once more. He had to physically stop it with the other. "M-Mo... Agent Volkov?"

"Yes sir."

Hearing her call him that in that even tone made a tent grow in Alex's pants. "I uh... your orders are to clean my room. Then clean the entire attic. Throw away anything useless or broken and keep the rest." he turned to look at the now dry spill on the living room carpet. "A-And clean that out aswell.

"Yes sir. I begin immediately." Orders finally given, Natasha wasted no time in heading upstairs, giving Alex one last look at her tight jeans hugging her firm ass before disappearing.

Now finally alone again, Alex let out a massive sigh of relief. He knew for a fact that had he been left alone with his mom for even a little bit more, he would have devolved into a frenzied animal in heat. With this, he can get some time alone to get his head right. And as a bonus, Natasha can complete the punishment she set out for him, and when he turns her normal again, he'll get all the credit!

Standing alone in the living room, shivering slightly from what he had almost done, Alex thought about his next move. Not only in the moment, but also on a big picture scale. How the hell was he supposed to just move on from this? His mom was a soviet spy, carrying around decades of most likely classified information his dad has spilled to his beloved wife not knowing any better. And the worst part was, she didn't even know it! She truly believed her feelings for him was real and not just some deep ingraded mission within her brain to marry an american man. Should he just tell her? She might not believe him, but he could always show her the papers. But if he did, how would she react? Would she still deny the facts, even then? Would she gracefully accept it and maybe seek some sort of proffesinal help to debrainwash herself? Or would she maybe suffer some sort of mental episode at the realisation her entire life has been a lie? Alex wasn't sure how (or if) he would tell his mother the truth. But he did know one thing. He needed to find out more on just what the hell operation Vinegar was.

Climbing the stairs, he caught a glimpse of his mother in his room, a laundry basket halway full with his dirty clothes just outside the door. Considering he himself had no idea when he last bothered to clean out his room, he knew the task would keep her preocupied for a good bit. Climbing the pull-down stairs once more and ascended. Finding the box again, he grab the papers and made sure it was completely empty just to be sure he wasn't missing anything. After making extra sure he had gotten everything, he once more began to read the documents. Like before, half of it was impossible for him to read, but from what little he picked up, it seemed like the project was spearheaded by one Vlatko Dvorsky.

Deciding that maybe the internet could hold perhaps some answers to his millions of questions, Alex decided to google some relevant stuff like "soviet experiments" "soviet brainwashing experiments" "Vlatko Dvorsky" "Operation Vingar" "Soviet Operation vingar". But, suprise, suprise, these searches didn't prove much fruitful. Shockingly, it didn't seem like the soviet union were just publishing their secret infeltration scheme for all the world to see. The little he could gather was that a former high ranking soviet researcher named Vlatko Dvorsky (most likely the same one in charge of operation Vingar) had died in a car crash a few years after the soviet union collapsed. Quickly scrolling through his wiki. Alex found no mention of any secret operations he might have been apart of or commanded.

After about a half an hour trying to read the documents, Alex threw his head back in frustration and exhaustion. This was impossible! At this pace, mom was going to be in a retirment home by the time he got to the bottom of this. If only he had someone to translate this all for him. Just as quickly as the thought came to him, Alex slap himself for how stupid he had been. Idiot. He DID have someone who could translate this all for him. Better yet, she was willing to do anything he told her to. Grabbing the papers, he headed down once more.

Stepping of the attic ladder, he found his room empty of mom. He quickly surmissed she had gotten done and then headed downstairs to take care of the spill before tackling the attic. Peeking inside, Alex was almost taken aback by how clean his room looked. Everything in neat order. Not a speck of dust or grime anywhere. All his clothes folded neatly and sorted correctly. It was probably more clean then when his parents bought it. Seems that even when her brain was off, she was still being a neat freak . He wondered if it was something that had been ingrainded into her through the brainwashing, or something that had carried over from the real Natasha to the fake mom one.

Heading downstairs, he found his mom taking care of the spill, several cleaning products sourding her as she was on all fours, her ass sticking up high in the air. Alex felt blood begin to rapidly rush south again. But he quickly controlled himself, closing his eyes and speaking up loudly.

"A-Agent!"

In an instant, Natasha dropped what she was doing and instantly stood up, turning around to face him with her hand to her forhead. "Sir. I was almost done with stain. I was just about to head upstairs and clean the attic as commanded."

Slowly opening his eyes, Alex extended the russian papers towards his mother. "I have a new task for you. I want you to translate these papers into english for me."

Natasha took the documents of the slightly trembling fingers of her son, looked over them once before looking back at him and nooding. "Understood sir. I will see that it is done."

"G-Good. Well then... continue on, agent." Alex made a salute towards his mother, who quickly responded with one of her own.

"Of course sir." With papers in hand, she hurried back up the stairs.

Alone again, Alex sank down onto the couch. With Natasha taking over both cleaning and translating the documents, there wasn't much left for Alex to busy himself with. So, he decided to just sit back and relax until his mom was done with everything. Grabbing his controller, he booted up his game console. He was right back where he left off at the pause screen. Hitting unpause, Alex dove right back in as if nothing had happened. As his fingers flew over the piece of plastic on his hands, fingers pressing down onto buttons at just the right moment, Alex could see himself getting used to this. As freaked out, embarrassed and guilty he had felt at first, he couldn't deny the pleasure of being able to just for once kick back and relax while his mother took care of everything. Just play his game without her constantly breathing down his neck or glaring at him with those eyes that seemed to scream "If only your father were still here to see you like this." He wondered if he could do this more often. Whenever Natasha gave him a chore, just say the codeword and have her deal with it while he relaxed. But as he thought about it more, he decided against it. If he did it constantly, she would start to notice lapses of time in her days eventually. Alex floated the idea of just keeping his mom like this forever. But it was shoot down just as quickly as it apppeared. Partly because he realised Natasha had a life outside of the house and being his mother, and people would most likely raise an eyebrow if she suddenly just stopped leaving the house. But also because a small part of him still felt that this entire thing was wrong.

Alex was so investied in his game, he failed to notice the passing of time around him. Normally, after a few hours, Natasha would show up to stare at him disapprovingly and give him some long lecture about "it's not healthy to stare at a screen for this long." and how he should be studying instead wasting his time on such pointless activites. But with her currently ocupied, he was free to indulge himself was much as he pleased. When his mother finally inturpted him to tell him she was done with her "mission", the sun had already begun to set.

"Huh?" Alex said deleriously, as if broken out of a trance.

"I have completed my mission in cleaning both the attic and your room, washing the stain out of the carpet and translating the documents you gave to me, sir." Natasha repeated once more as she held out the freshly printed documents, her eyes still as focused and empty as they were hours earlier.

"Oh uh, thanks." Alex said, taking the translated documents from his mother's hands. They were still slightly warm from her at home printer. "God, I really lost myself for a bit. What time is it?" he wondered as he reached for his phone. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he saw the answer. "6:00 PM!? And you're just done with everything? She wasn't lying when she said it would take the entire day..." Remembering how his mother had planned to make him do all this work, Alex suddenly felt a whole lot less guilty about controlling her.

Standing up, Alex shut off his game console and put his controller away. He turned to Natasha who was still just standing still staring forward blankly and pointed to the couch.

"Agent, sit down on and lay just like how you were before I activated you."

Natasha nodded simply moving towards the couch. "Yes sir." she sat down, picked up her book and laid down in the exact same position she was in before Alex had started all this. All that was missing was a smoothie.

"Okay, just making sure. To turn you back into... the cover personality, all I need to do is repeat the codeword?" Alex asked, making sure he truly knew what he was doing.

"Yes sir. Simply repeat the codeword, and the cover personality will take over once more."

"And she won't remember any of this?"

"Yes sir. To ensure complete seperation and to no compromise the mission, the cover personality will have no memory of what happened during her time spent out of comission.

Satisfied with the answer, Alex steeled himself, making sure he was fully ready before speaking. "Alright. The white bear slumbers under the eagles nest."

In an almost instant, Natasha's grey eyes snapped from cold and lifeless back into their usual self. It was almost a little jarring to witness. Alex instictively took a few steps back. In no time at all, the stone faced, completely obident soldier willing to do whatever commanded of her was gone, and back was his usual stone face mother who demanded he did all.

"Huh? What..." Natasha mumbled as she looked around, her voice a bit groggy as if just waking up. "What time is it? 6:05 pm?! Did I fall asleep?" Confused, she look around the living room, noting the falling sun out the window. As she noticed Alex standing in front of her, she quickly tried to whip herself back into normal, sitting up straighter and wiping the dazed look from her face. "A-Alexi, I didn't hear you come in. I assume since you're here, you are done with the chores I assigned you?"

Alex was almost a little to stund from the instant transition to speak, but quickly landed on his feet and replied, "Y-Yes mother. My room and the entire attic has been cleaned. Just as said."

Natasha got a suspicous look on her face, as if she didn't truly believe him. Her worries were not eased by the skittish and clearly nervous energy her son was giving off. "If that's the case, you wouldn't mind If I went and checked for myself, right?"

"O-Of course not. Go right ahead."

With Alex right behind her, Natasha scaled the stairs. She reached his bedroom door and grabbed the door handle before looking back at Alex, as if saying "this is your last chance to come clean." But when Alex said nothing, she simply sighed and turned the door handle. But as she looks into the room, she finds something truly astonishing. Natasha could barely believe it but, her son's room was... clean. Not just clean, organized. Everything was exactly in it's right place and for the life of her she couldn't find even a speck of dust no matter how much she looked.

"A-Alexi... you actually did it..." Natasha said completely taken aback, as if her son cleaning his room was as grand to her as evidence of extraterrestial life.

"Mhmh, yep. And the attic too." Alex quickly said, pulling down the attic stairs. Natasha climbed up halfway and true to his words, the entire attic was clean as a whistle. More room too since a few boxes were missing.

Natasha climbed back down, struggling with her words. "I just... you really did... good job, Alexi." she finally managed clumsuly, as if complimenting her soon was something foreign to her. Quickly composing herself, she looked at him with her usual stern expression. "Now, I'm sure having to spend your entire day on this has taught you a valubale lesson."

"Oh yeah, definitely mom. I learned something really valubale." Alexi smiled, getting more and more confident.

"Good," Natasha replied simply, not catching the undertone of her son's words. "Well then, I suppose it's time I pepared a dinner. You must me absolutley exhuasted."

"Oh no, I'm still quite full of energy." Alex said cheerily, a big smile on his face. "I guess honest hard work is just really energizing. I can see why you and dad always worked so hard."

Natasha's face shifted from one of strerness into confusion. "Really? You're not tired at all? I mean, I can appriacte the fact you finally see value of a good work ethic, but hell, I've been sleeping all day and even I'm feeling tired." She stretched while letting out a big yawn before moving her hand to rub her cheek. "And my cheek is absolutlet aching. God, It feels like I've been slapped right in the face."

"It's probably just age. When you get to your age mom, you lose energy and things start aching all over."

His mother shot him a quick glare. "I am not that old, Alexi! Just," she let out an exhuasted sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just head downstairs and get ready for dinner. I'm feeling very proud of you for doing the work I assigned, please don't upset me.