The next morning

"Adam? Is it okay if I come in? I wanted to talk to you about yesterday."

"No, it's not okay! Don't come in!"

You climbed out of your computer chair and rushed to the door blocking it with your body. Your plan for today was to stay in your room for the rest of the week until everything died down. You'd only show your face when your father was present. Interestingly enough, hentai scenes didn't start when he was around, or at least, not yet.

"Honey, I know you're feeling scared, and believe me, I am too. But this is something we need to discuss. Your sister's out with her boyfriend and your fathers at work so this is a perfect time for us."

"You can say that again," you whispered under your breath before replying, "Why don't we just talk like this?"

A silence came on the other end before your mother replied. "Is there a reason you don't want to see me, sweetheart? It's okay to feel embarrassed. I am too, but it's better if we face each other in person or we'll never get over this."

The power of the hentai was relentless. It was like a shadow you couldn't get rid of, constantly trailing your every step like the grim reaper, if the grim reaper was a voluptuous milf.

"I got an idea. Let's discuss things a week from now," you said, though your mother didn't seem to take too kindly to that.

"Open this door, Adam," she said resolutely. "I'm not leaving until you do."

"T-Then I'll just stand here for the rest of the day."

"Very well."

...

...

You had inherited your stubbornness from your mom and you knew she wouldn't budge from that spot even if it killed her.

'Arhg! I'm a man! I can't just hide from my problems! Alright...even if the scene starts, I'm not going to do anything!'

You take a deep breath and turn the knob slowly and pull, feeling the deafening echo of the creaky door rattling your eardrums. You knew it was going to happen. For sure a scene would start. Something crazy would happen and you'd end up in a generic situation, but you were ready this time.

"Ada-ohh!!"

You got momentarily stunned when your mother came tumbling through, somehow tripping over her own feet. The second that happened a giant flood of colors burst into your room like a clogged firehose, altering every inch of the area into an animation style including you and your mother.

"Honey, look out!"

Your mother stumbled toward you and at the same time, you slipped backward from the push. She fell on top of you while you hit the back of your head on the floor and thanked god that you decided to put a thick carpet in your room.

"Oh, my. Adam, are you okay? I'm so sorry," your mother's face was mere inches from yours. Her lips were glossy and her eyes were a deep green.

"I-It's fine Mom," you replied, thinking of pushing her off, but as much as you tried, it was as if you had no strength left in your body. You were glued to the ground by some invisible power.

'This doesn't look good!'

"-You don't seem to have any bruises. Thank goodness." She stared you in the eyes and smiled. Her breasts pressed into your chest and you could feel her nipples poking you.

"Mom, could you get off me?"

Your mother chuckled softly before replying. "Nope. I'm afraid I can't do that Adam. I have you exactly where I want you. So now we can talk without you running away from me."

You wouldn't have been able to run away anyway as the second you both entered the room, the door behind you slammed shut followed by the familiar blue box.

Mother Scene # 2

Action!

"Adam. Let me ask you a question. Um...A-Are you sexually attracted to your mother?"

Your heart beat wildly in your chest and you felt a heat on your face. "W-What?! Of course not!"

It was hard answering a question like that when your mother's face was so close and could feel her hot breath washing over you.

"Your lying, honey. I can see it on your face. It's beet red." she said with a worried look, stroking your cheek. "I've done my research. Young men are attracted to women who resemble their mothers."

"No! That's not true! Mom listen! This is all just a fake reality!"

"Shhh..." She brings a finger to your lip. "Mommies here Adam. I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be a part of your reality."

This wasn't going anywhere for you. Your mother was acting strange and none of what she said made much sense.

"Mom. I'm not attracted to you. In fact, I think you're extremely ugly and horrid, now please get off me before I puke."

"Is that what you think?"

"Yes!"

"Then push me off."

".....what?"

"Push me off and kick me out of your room if you really think that way."

"What...but...but I can't! I can't do that!"

"I know honey, I know."

"No, I mean, I really can't! I'm physically incapabl-mph!"

Your mother once again shushed your lips with her fingers while a soft loving smile adorned her face.

"Now that you got that out of your chest, don't you feel better?"

For the sake of moving things along, the only way out was to see where this hentai scene was going.

'I can't hold it in!'

The erection in your pants was building up its vigor, slowly rising to its full glory. any higher and it would spell danger.

"m..my legs falling asleep," your mother said.

She tried getting up but ended up falling into an even more erotic position, slamming her crotch straight down onto yours. Her fat pussy lips parted open as gravity pressed her down on the length of your bulging cock, sandwiching it.

"Ah, no! I can't move!" She squirmed around but all it did was rub her pussy harder on you. "Adam! y..you can't! This is wrong!"

"You're the one on top of me!"

Your words landed on deaf ears so you did the next thing that came to mind. Bringing your hands up, them being the only parts you could actually move, you let them fall straight onto her ass.

THWAK!

A groanful yelp flew out her soft lips as her only son smacked her two plump pies.

You had to admit, it was probably the most slappable thing you've ever slapped in your entire life. Her ass rippled like water and slapping one cheek sent a domino effect onto the other.

"No, Adam," she moaned. "Don't slap your mother."

"You brought yourself into this mess," you replied in a hard tone. "Now face the consequences."

The next few minutes consisted of you slapping your mother's asscheeks and feeling her pussy stain her sweatpants with her squirt, before staining yours. With every slap, she let out a hot breath, hugging you tight as if afraid you'd slip away.

"Bad girl," you ended up saying unconsciously, then gave her ass another slap.

THWAK!

"n..no," she whimpered.

"Bad girl!" You said again.

THWAK!

"Don't say that!"

"Bad girl!"

THWAK!

"I'm not a bad girl!"

"Yes, you are!"

THWAK!

You kept it up, repeating it in her ear until she was a sobbing mess. You had no idea where this came from but it somehow awakened a deep memory inside of her...that or it was the hentai scenes doing. This was where you'd stop but her continued orgasmic convulsions and her letting out a dog-like whine when you did stay your hand, **** you to continue.

A few minutes into this and you finally couldn't take any more. It was her body heat, her pressing herself onto you, her pussy sandwiching your dick and her breasts smothered on your chest. You came straight into your pants, only subsiding after a few seconds.

Both of you lay there panting while your mother's tears had dried out. Finally, she spoke in a tired voice, feeling sleep taking over.

"Am I a good girl now?"

You pat her head and reply, "Yes. You're a good girl now."

Mother scene #2 end

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