The Road to Forgiveness

Kyle shut the door with a dull thud. He reached a hand to his lips. He could still taste her. The lush freshness of Danielle’s lips. It reminded him of a mix of strawberries and freshly fallen rain.

He grinned and shook his head.

The sound of movement drew his attention to the kitchen. His manhood bobbed within his shorts. The Dialogue Menu had done something he could never have dreamed of; it brought his own beautiful, voluptuous mother under his power.

He walked over to the kitchen and found his scantily clad mother standing behind the counter, holding a large silver pizza knife as she sliced the pizza pie into equally sized slices. Her auburn hair was undone, cascading past her shoulders in silky waves. Her tight workout bra pushed her breasts impossibly upward. It looked like she was about to bust out of the bra at any moment.

Her sharp azure eyes looked at him and gave him a strained smile.

“Danielle seemed like a really nice girl. She was certainly easy on the eyes,” Sandra said, placing the pizza knife down on the counter. She grabbed two white plates from a nearby wooden cabinet and placed them on the counter.

“Danielle’s great,” Kyle said. “Thanks for bringing the pizza in, by the way. I don’t get to talk to Danielle much these days.”

“You could always call her,” his mother replied. “Or leave the house for once and pay her a visit.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. I went over her house plenty of times throughout the year,” Kyle replied.

Sandra crossed her arms, pushing her large breasts upwards. The upper part of her areola became faintly visible.

“Did you ever go to Danielle’s house just to spend time with her?”

Kyle sighed and shook his head.

She’s got a point there.

He summoned the Dialogue Menu.

Time froze and with it went all of his senses except sight. He drank in the gorgeous, incredibly fuckable form of his mother.

I’m so messed up. Normal boys don’t think about having sex with their mothers.

Sandra Mitchell (1467 Agreeableness Points)

He scanned through his options until he found one he liked.

<10> Lean forward a little, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

The Menu dissipated.

Sandra obeyed. She leaned over the over the counter, presenting Kyle with a massive amount of cleavage. He gazed into the dark abyss between her breasts and licked his lips.

"Danielle invited me to go work out with her this week.”

“That’s good. A little time out of the house would be good for you, especially this time of year,” Sandra smiled at him, much more widely this time. She shifted slightly, causing her huge boobs to jiggle. “I don’t know how you can stand to go out in the winter.”

“But I like the cold,” Kyle replied. “All you have to do is bundle up and you’re set, but you can’t do that in the summer. You’re stuck with the heat unless you stay inside.”

“Hm,” she gave a noncommittal hum that told him she didn't agree with him, but wasn't willing to argue the point. “Why don’t you come over here and fill your plate?”

Kyle smiled and engaged the Dialogue Menu once more.

Sandra Mitchell (1468 Agreeableness Points)

<40> I paid for the pizza. Why don’t you fill up my plate? (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

“I guess I can do that,” Sandra murmured. “You did pay for the pizza, which was very sweet of you.” She said as she pulled a slice of pepperoni pizza out of the cardboard box and put it on a plate. “You’ll still have to do a lot more to make up for spying on me in the shower.”

Kyle’s cock twitched.

He approached his mother behind the counter to make it look like he was going to retrieve his plate. In actuality, he wanted to stare at her ass. With Mom leaning over, her big matronly rear looked incredibly juicy and appetizing in her skintight workout shorts.

Sandra looked back at him, but failed to register his gaze on her ass.

He activated the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1469 Agreeableness Points)

I’d really like to see her shake that ass, but I doubt I have enough AP to make that happen.

<1000> Shake that ass for me, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 points>)

Kyle grimaced mentally.

Yeah, grayed out. Just as I thought. Hm. That does give me an idea, though. Mom seemed perfectly willing to lean over because I commanded her to. Maybe I can get the result I want be rephrasing the command as something not so blatantly sexual. Let’s see…

<50> There’s a bit of lint on your shorts. Try to shake it off. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

<50> Shake your body for a minute. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

…

The variations went on and on.

I guess I’ll choose the first one. I hope it works.

<50> There’s a bit of lint on your shorts. Shake it off. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

Time resumed. Sandra furrowed her brow at him.

“Well that’s no good. Thanks for letting me know,” she said. Then she started moving her hips back and forth. Up and down. Her bubble butt jiggled within the confines of her skintight gym shorts.

Kyle bit his lip.

Dat ass!

An uncharacteristically crass thought, even for him, but at the moment he couldn’t bring himself to care as he watched his own mother shake her ass in front of him. The fact that she was bent over caused her butt to pillow out delightfully, which only made it more sexy as she shook her ass.

“Is the lint gone yet?” Sandra asked, unaware of the fact that she was practically twerking in front of her son.

“N-no, not yet,” he muttered.

“Damn. Let me know when it’s off my shorts,” his mother said.

He craned his neck to get a look at the front of his mother and was treated with the sight of his mother’s tits jiggling and swaying as she shook her ass. His cock was hard as a rock.

I wish I could jerk off to this. Or failing that, take a nice long video of it with my phone for later. Mom would get so unbelievably mad if she found out, though.

He manifested the Dialogue Menu again and searched the options the Menu presented to him.

Sandra Mitchell (1470 Agreeableness Points)

<200> I’d never take pictures of you or record you with my phone, so don’t be concerned if I have my phone pointed at you. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

Kyle would have smiled, but the stoppage of time prevented his lips from so much as twitching.

Yeah, I think this will work.

<200> I’d never take pictures of you or record you with my phone, so don’t be concerned if I have my phone pointed at you. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

The Menu disappeared and time resumed.

“Good. I’m not sure why I believe you, but it’s definitely reassuring to hear that I won’t have to worry about naked pictures of me showering ending up online,” Sandra said sternly, still jiggling her big round ass. The fact that she didn’t see what she was doing as sexual in any way was incredibly arousing to Kyle.

“I already told you I was sorry for what I did, Mom,” Kyle took his phone out of his pocket and engaged the camera. He’d long ago disabled the camera shutter sound, so he wasn’t worried about his mother noticing any audio cues of him taking pictures of her wonderful ass. He snapped a few closely zoomed in pictures of her ass before switching to video.

This is so awesome.

Sandra’s eyes narrowed slightly when she saw his phone, but she shook her head.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! There is no excuse whatsoever for you to do something so disgusting,” she bit out angrily. She took a deep breath.

Kyle glanced at his phone. He’d taken about two minutes of continuous video of his mother twerking her curvy butt.

“Your shorts are clean now, Mom.”

Sandra's anger seemed to deflate. She stopped jiggling her ass. “Thank you.”

He sighed and glanced at his phone again. The screen was dominated by a thumbnail of the video he’d taken of his mother shaking her ass. Her tight gym shorts dug into her crack, allowing him to perceive the fullness of her asscheeks.

Mom's right. What I did was wrong. I should delete the video.

His finger hovered over the animated red trash bin in the right hand corner of the thumbnail. It’d be so easy to simply delete the video and the photos he’d taken and pretend like he’d never taken them. Guilt welled up inside his chest.

He moved his finger away.

But I want her. I want my mother. I want to see her naked body. I want her to spread her legs for me. I want her to be mine.

He sat down at the table and took a bite of his pizza.

Within a minute, his mother sat in front of him.

She lowered her head slightly as she brought a slice of pizza to her mouth, giving Kyle an eyeful of her ample cleavage.

He called upon the Dialogue Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1474 Agreeableness Points)

A four Agreeableness Point gain?!

Excitement shot through him as he thought back to his latest command, how he’d told her feel that he’d never use his cellphone to take pictures of her.

Could it be that commands that affect the psyche of the subject award more AP?

His eyes perused the Menu, searching for something he could use to confirm his theory.

Yeah, this should do.

<50> This pizza is the best you’ve ever had. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

“Mmmm!” Sandra Mitchell’s face twisted in ecstasy as she bit into her slice of pizza. She swallowed the bite after a few chews. “Wow, you’re right, Kyle! This is probably the best slice of pizza I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Kyle smirked at her.

“Pretty good? Kyle, this pizza is extraordinary. We absolutely must order from this place again,” she said.

He engaged the Dialogue Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1476 Agreeableness Points)

A two point stat gain! Let’s experiment again.

<50> This pizza is the worst you’ve ever had. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

“Erm,” Sandra’s face scrunched up. Her chewing slowed and she gave the pizza slice a disgusted look. She glanced at him. “God, that was disgusting. I think this is the worst slice of pizza I’ve ever eaten in my life!”

She placed the pizza down on the table. “I think I’ll reheat the leftover lasagna from your Aunt Lisa’s birthday.”

Sandra made to stand, her big breasts swaying within her tight sports bra.

Kyle summoned the Dialogue Menu.

Sandra Mitchell (1478 Agreeableness Points)

Another two AP gain. I was right. Now let’s see what happens when I reverse the command again.

He pictured the earlier command he’d given her and the Menu answered.

<50> This pizza is the best you’ve ever had. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

“Wait a minute. I think you’re right, Kyle. This really is the best pizza I’ve evr had,” she sunk into her chair and smiled. She leaned over the table, her breasts bursting out of the top of her sports bra as she took another bite of her pizza.

Kyle grinned and snapped a quick photo down his mother’s cleavage. She glanced at the phone for a moment before shrugging and taking another bite of her pizza.

So fucking awesome. Let’s try it again!

The translucent blue screen that had changed so much in so little time manifested itself in front of him again.

Sandra Mitchell (1479 Agreeableness Points)

Only an AP gain of one this time? What changed?

Curious, he brought up one of his earlier commands.

<50> This pizza is the worst you’ve ever had. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

Kyle’s beautiful, voluptuous mother grimaced again and swallowed the pizza in her mouth almost painfully.

“I agree. That was terrible. I can’t believe we wasted money on that garbage,” she said.

Now to see if the trend will repeat itself.

Sandra Mitchell (1480 Agreeableness Points)

Another single AP gain. It seems that repeating the same command will still award AP, but result in diminishing returns upon repetition. Kind of like speccing for crit attacks in an RPG. A balancing act by some sort of developer. I wonder who developed the Dialogue Menu? Are they watching me right now?

He shook off the latter concern. If someone had indeed designed the Dialogue Menu and was watching him, they clearly had no qualms with what he had utilized the Menu for.

Confident with the knowledge of some of the Menu’s limitations, he searched for something else. A middle ground between the two extremes.

<50> This pizza isn’t the best or the worst, Mom. It’s pretty average, actually. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>)

Sandra blinked her pretty blue eyes. “Hm. Yeah, I think you’re right, Kyle. Do you think we should look for a better pizza place next time?” She took another bite of her slice.

“Nah, I think this pizza tastes just fine,” he said, taking a bite of his own slice. The sublime taste of the cheese, sauce, and the pepperoni danced across his tongue and made his mouth water.

“I guess that’s alright if you’re willing to pay for it,” Sandra shrugged. “So how close are you to finishing up your AP English assignments?”

“Pretty close, actually. I just have a few more essays to write and then the test and then I’m home free with a bunch of college credits” Kyle said. He took another bite of his pizza.

Sandra beamed at him. “That’s great. I’m so proud of you, Kyle. You know your father and I have been talking about getting you something very nice for your graduation present, conditional on you passing your exam of course. I’m sure you’ll succeed, though.”

She smiled at him slyly, looking incredibly sexy as she did so.

Kyle blushed.

He pulled up the Dialogue Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1482 Agreeableness Points)

So we’re back with a two AP gain. I bet if I repeated the command for Mom to see the pizza as average, the Menu would only award me a single AP gain.

He scrolled through the Menu’s options and selected an option that struck his fancy.

<100> I’ve worked so hard all year in school. You should start treating me better, as a reward.

School seems to be method to circumventing her debuffs. I wish the options would be more sexual and less ambiguous.

Sandra swallowed a mouthful of pizza. She leveled her gaze at him, her eyes much softer than they were before.

“You’re right, you do deserve a little something for being such a hard worker. So what’ll it be? A new computer? You'll need a laptop when you go off to college,” she smiled at him, as if the non-sequitur he’d just thrown out hadn’t seemed strange to her at all.

“A-a new computer would be nice,” he mumbled.

Sandra leaned across the table to place her hands on his. The top of her huge tits bulged outwards.

“Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for something, Kyle,” she said softly. “I love you.”

But you don’t forgive me.

She squeezed his hands affectionately before retreating back to her side of the table.

“I love you, too,” he stared her tits, still constrained by the offending bra. He wanted to see more of her.

The Dialogue Menu winked into existence.

Sandra Mitchell (1484 Agreeableness Points)

Sixteen points to go...

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Sandra Mitchell was frozen in a squatting position over the kitchen floor. Her mouth was open slightly, she’d opened it right before he’d activated the Dialogue Menu. Her legs were spread and her bubble butt jutted outwards.

Kyle had her doing a few exercises just to see her stretch her toned, voluptuous body. He’d watched her as she bent and stretched, displaying her curves. His phone was filled with dozens of images and videos of his mother now, and he fully intended to make use of them when he jerked off later. For now, however, he had something important to accomplish.

Sandra Mitchell (1501 Agreeableness Points)

At long last...

<100> Forgive me, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Reprimand <200 Points>) (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500 points>) (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700 Points>)

The option glowed bright blue instead of gray.

Three words. But they’ll accomplish so much for me.

He selected the option and time resumed.