The point of no return

“Oh my god!” a smiling, voluptuous blonde woman with shoulder-length hair practically charged at him the moment he entered Jim’s house. The woman opened her arms wide, and it was only Kyle’s sheer surprise at what he was seeing that kept him from being distracted by the massive tits that jiggled wildly on her chest.

“M-Mrs. Connelly-”

The beautiful blonde MILF enveloped him in a hug, squashing her deliciously soft mammaries against his chest. She broke off the hug to look him up and down with her wide, lively green eyes.

“Kyle, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Wow, you’ve gotten so big!” she cooed. Her hands grasped his arms tenderly.

“Uh, it’s nice to see you too, Mrs. Connelly,” Kyle gulped. Jim’s mother fit the stereotypical profile of a MILF just like his own mother Sandra, but where Sandra was strict and constantly driving him to excel academically, Jim’s mother was nurturing and easygoing. It was a major reason why Kyle had spent so much time at the Connellys’ house. Janet Connelly’s warm, accepting demeanor had been a welcome reprieve from the chores and punishments his mother liked to dole out. Plus, Janet had loved to envelop him with crushing hugs, which he steadily grew to appreciate more as he entered puberty.

“Mom, do you really have to act this way every time Kyle comes over? We’re not eight anymore,” Jim groused. He and Mandy had made it about halfway up the wooden stairs before his mother had enveloped you in a hug. Mandy, for her part, seemed content to giggle at her boyfriend’s expense, eliciting a sharp glare from him. This only made Mandy break out into full-blown laughter. She put her hand in front of her mouth when Janet Connelly turned her head to stare at her son.

Kyle took the opportunity to run his eyes up and down Janet’s body while she was distracted. She wore a blue button-down blouse and a pair of denim jeans that hugged her thick thighs and wide hips. She was slightly plump, and it was immediately obvious to Kyle that Janet didn’t exercise with nearly the same gusto as his own mother. Luckily, the extra fat seemed to have gone straight to her hips and tits. Her top few buttons were undone, exposing her plentiful cleavage.

“James Connelly,” Janet began, her voice firm like she was a monarch about to issue a stern rebuke of her subjects. She rounded on her son, giving Kyle a good view of her big MILF ass. Kyle only barely resisted staring at it. “Is there some reason why you didn’t tell me you were having Kyle over to help the two of you study?”

Jim sighed. “I think you know why, Mom. You always get this way whenever Kyle’s over. Fussing over him like he might scrape his knee. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m embarrassing?” Janet’s tone was slightly subdued.

Mandy shot Jim a glare, nudging him with her arm.

“Yeah, you’re embarrassing. Why do you think I almost never bring any of my friends here? Whatever, I’m gonna go study.” Jim shook his head and trudged upstairs. He looked back. “You guys coming or what?”

“I’ll be up in a few minutes,” Kyle said. Jim raised his eyebrows at him, then stared at his girlfriend.

Mandy paused for a moment, indecisive. Finally, she clenched her fists and hurried after her boyfriend. Kyle wondered if she was going to argue with him some more once they ended up in his room.

Janet sighed, staring at the place her son used to be.

Damn. I feel bad for her. I mean, I understand why Mrs. Connelly’s behavior might be a little embarrassing if I were her son, but she’s always been so nice to me. She never yelled at me or her either of her kids, at least not while I was around.

“If it’s any consolation, I don’t think you’re embarrassing, Mrs. Connelly. You just have a big heart. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?”

The older woman turned to face him. Her eyes were slightly wet. She opened her arms again.

“Oh, come here, you.”

Kyle smiled and hugged her again.

He held her close, enjoying her warmth and softness. She rested her head in the crook of his neck.

“You’re so sweet. Your mother must be so proud of you. How is she, by the way?”

Kyle shrugged.

“She’s fine. We had a fight the other day, but I think we’ve managed to mend fences.”

Janet pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

“Seems most boys aren't getting along with their mothers nowadays. I’m glad you’ve managed to patch things up with your mom. I just wish...” she shook her head. “Is there anything I can get you, honey? Are you hungry? I have a huge pot of pea and pork soup that I’ve been cooking since this morning.”

A warm feeling suffused Kyle’s chest.

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to make anything for me.”

She gave him a playful slap on the arm.

“I know I don’t have to, silly. But I want to,” she said. “Besides, most of the work’s already been done. Come on. I’ll get you a bowl.”

Kyle stared at the beautiful older woman. She’d been like a second mother to him throughout the years. He wondered what it said about him that the two mother figures in his life featured prominently in his spank bank. It had certainly caused him a significant amount of angst in his teenage years. To make matters worse, Jim had even caught him staring at his mother once or twice, which had only widened the rift in their deteriorating friendship.

Mrs. Connelly seemed to have sensed that something wasn’t quite right between the two. Her efforts to bring the two boys back together had intensified in recent years. She had done what she could to encourage them to spend more time together, from inviting Kyle over to calling him to talk about the new delicious meal she was cooking up.

Mrs. Connelly is a much better cook than Mom ever was. I guess that’s what happens when you’re actually home to spend time with your kids.

Kyle took a deep breath. Thanks to the Dialogue Menu, his relationship with his mother had improved by leaps and bounds, but the fact that he wasn’t able to get closer to his mother on his own had embittered him somewhat. Mrs. Connelly had been nothing but open and loving to him since he’d first met her. She deserved better than Jim telling her off. His friend had no idea what he would have given to have a mother as nurturing as Janet was.

He triggered the Dialogue Menu. Time froze. He let his eyes roam freely over Mrs. Connelly’s soft, voluptuous body. It was interesting being in this state. He could stare at her for as long as he wanted. It was like taking a photograph that he could never see again except in his memoires.

The translucent blue text box greeted him like an old friend.

Janet Connelly (952 Agreeableness Points)

He’d have gaped openly if he could move his jaw.

952 AP? Jesus. That’s… way more than I have with my own best friend. She's almost up there with Mom in the 1000s. Mrs. Connelly must really love me.

His mind teemed with new possibilities. How often had he come across a command he wanted to give his mother, only to run into those annoying Maternal Authority and Familial Propriety debuffs? Mrs. Connelly, much as she might have acted as a second mother figure to him, was not related to him. He thought about blowjobs.

The Dialogue Menu’s options shifted in front of him.

<700> Kneel down and give me a blowjob.

<700> Take me someplace private and give me a blowjob.

Kyle stared at the options. They continued onwards with innumerable variations, each promising something that he had never imagined he would be able to receive.

…

<750> Mrs. Connelly, I want you to lick and suckle at my ballsack and then give me a nice long blowjob.

W-wow. No debuffs. I can just… holy shit. I can have Jim’s mom give me blowjob while he’s upstairs. No fucking way.

He paused.

It might be too risky to use any of those commands now. Jim and Mandy could come down at any minute. Then again, I could always use the Menu to make them go back upstairs if I hear them coming down. Hm.

His eyes flicked over the Dialogue Menu again, searching for something that might help him.

<50> Tell Jim and Mandy that I’ll be upstairs in half an hour or so. You’re making me soup.

He selected the option and time resumed.

“Of course, Kyle. You’re really going to enjoy my pea soup,” the blonde MILF said. She talked over to the stairs, her big fat ass jiggling as she moved. Kyle stared after her, almost hypnotized by the way her body moved.

She went halfway up the stairs before raising her voice.

“Jim! Mandy!”

Kyle heard a door squeak open upstairs.

“Yeah, Mom? What do you want?” Jim’s voice called back.

Mrs. Connelly kept her smile.

“Kyle’s hungry so I’m going to give him some of the pea soup I’m cooking up. He’ll be up in around half an hour or so to help you study!”

“Whatever, fine. Hey Kyle. Um… knock on the door when you get up here.”

Kyle nodded absently. “You got it, bro.”

The door slammed shut.

Mrs. Connelly turned to face him, a bright smile on her face.

“Alright. Now that that’s settled, why don’t you follow me to the kitchen?”

Kyle obeyed, following the shapely woman into an expansive kitchen. The furnishings were all made of a dark wood, which contrasted nicely against the lighter shade of the wooden floor.

A large pot sat on the stove, with one of the burners underneath dimly lit. An aroma of simmering vegetables, broth, and pork swept into his nostrils, making his mouth water.

His stomach grumbled loudly.

“Oh. Sounds like someone’s really hungry. That simply will not do,” Mrs. Connelly smirked at him. She reached into one of the upper cabinets, causing her blouse to climb up her midriff and briefly exposing her smooth, creamy skin. She retrieved a medium-sized green bowl from the cabinet and set on the counter. “Have a seat at the table. I’ll have everything set up for you in a moment.”

Hungry as he was, Kyle could barely think about the pea soup. His manhood hardened, throbbing with every rapid beat of his heart. This was truly the moment he’d reached the point of no return. As soon as he opened the Menu and gave Mrs. Connelly the command, there would be no going back for him.

Numbly, he made his way over to the kitchen table. He sat at the head, facing away from the window which showed off the property’s pristine green backyard.

A minute or so later, Mrs. Connelly made her way over to the table. She carried a steaming bowl and a glass of water. She set them down in front of him before going back to retrieve a spoon. She plucked a napkin from the center of the table and placed it down on the table with the spoon on top.

She smiled at him. Her green eyes practically glowed with adoration and eagerness, but he glimpsed a hint of nervousness in her gaze. He couldn’t help but wonder if she glimpsed the same nervousness in his own.

He opened the Dialogue Menu again.

Time stopped and he crossed the Rubicon.