The ride home

Janet watched as Kyle got into his mother’s car and was driven off. She followed the taillights of the vehicle as far as she could from her front door. An agonized desperation gnawed at her. She didn’t want to let Kyle go even if she knew she had to.

He was her son. Maybe not by blood, but he was hers in every other way that mattered. And she loved him. A surge of anger filled her when she thought about Jim.

Why did I have to give birth to him instead of Kyle? Why couldn’t Kyle have been mine from the beginning?

So many years wasted taking care of a brat who would never appreciate or love her for it. It disgusted her.

Something wet misted against her face. She wiped it off with her finger.

A raindrop?

She closed the door, and suddenly she was aware of the fact that she was very alone.

It’s so quiet here without my boy. What am I going to do?

She glanced into the kitchen, where her cellphone sat on the wooden table. She bit her lip, remembering when she’d sucked his magnificent cock while he’d eaten the soup she’d heated up for him. Her pussy tingled with arousal.

I could call him, but he just left. He might think I’m getting too clingy if I do it right now. Yeah. Better to wait for a bit, at least until he gets home.

“This should have been his home,” she muttered, feeling a profound sense of loss. She imagined what it might have been like had Kyle been allowed to grow up in her house. Oh, she’d have doted on him. He’d have had her wrapped around his finger from the get-go.

She smiled when she imagined him ordering her around. She so loved obeying him. His voice sounded so wonderful to her ears. She loved it just like everything else about him.

He’s perfect. Absolutely and completely perfect. There’s no doubt in my mind.

She went into the kitchen and grabbed her phone. She didn’t call or text him. No, she had another idea. It was something she’d wanted to do ever since he’d suggested it.

She opened the camera app, held up her phone, and snapped a picture of herself, giggling as she did so.

Kyle didn’t open the Dialogue Menu again for the remainder of the drive home. Instead, his mind was dominated by thoughts of the strange event that had prevented him from calling upon the Dialogue Menu for a time.

He’d heard about people who had out-of-body experiences. He remembered that they usually portrayed them as spiritual, life-altering events. There had been nothing spiritual about what he’d experienced. When he’d been unceremoniously ripped out of his own body, **** to look at himself through what seemed like someone else’s eyes, he’d felt cold and afraid.

But whatever happened has to be over now since I can use the Menu again, right?

The car rumbled.

He was still somewhat in disbelief that all of this had happened. That he had access to something that effectively allowed him to control other people. He’d demonstrated that power over his best friend’s mother, Janet Connelly.

It’d been so easy to get lost in that power. To exercise it to its fullest and have her forsake her only son. The woman whose life had once revolved around her treasured son now had a life that revolved around Kyle. Only, her devotion to him was far greater in scope than what she’d ever have given her own flesh and blood.

Yet, as much as he’d enjoyed the fruits of his labors, he still had to deal with the fact that he’d essentially ruined his best friend’s relationship with his mother and he’d done it all on a whim. Not because Jim had done anything to him, but because he could.

It should have scared him, the fact that he could so easily do such a thing. What did that say about him? He almost certainly couldn’t call himself a good person. At least, not anymore. But was he ever a good, decent human being if the Dialogue Menu was so easily able to corrupt him?

“Hm. Guess it’s going to rain,” his mother remarked suddenly.

He looked up. Sure enough, the sky had blackened with a thick layer of ominous clouds. Thunder boomed in the distance.

“I guess so,” he muttered.

He glanced over at his mother and concentrated. The car suddenly became very still, frozen in the middle of a busy intersection. The baleful green glow of a traffic light blazed above him like the sun. It seemed to last forever, but that was a misnomer. Forever didn’t exist when time was frozen and the world was at a standstill. Only his consciousness and his eyes were able to move or process information.

Sandra Mitchell (1585 Agreeableness Points)

The holographic blue menu he’d thought he’d lost greeted him like an old friend, as if it hadn’t just abandoned him or **** him outside his own body. What had that been about? Why had he felt so cold? It’d been the first time he’d ever felt anything temperature-wise while the Menu was active. Was it some innate behavior of the Menu that kicked in whenever he used it too much? Did it need time to recharge?

Maybe, but that doesn’t explain the out-of-body experience. It felt like I was looking at my own body through someone else’s eyes.

If time were still flowing, he’d have felt a chill run down his spine.

Something in the back of his mind nagged at him.

I should close the Menu and forget about it. I’ve already got Janet eating out of my palm and as far as I know, she’ll stay that way. I could just pretend it never existed and live the rest of my life and not worry about this…

His eyes fell to his mother’s breasts. The low neck of her dress showed them off, presenting a considerable amount of cleavage. He’d seen them recently, when she’d showered, but that hadn’t been nearly enough. He wanted to touch them, suck on them, have them surround his cock as he fucked them. He wanted something more from his mother than minor victories he’d won against her recently. They hadn’t been significant enough to sate his desire for her.

Maybe I can just continue with Mom for a while and if whatever happened earlier occurs again, I’ll stop and reassess. It could have been a fluke. There’s so much about the Menu I don’t understand. I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I left Mom alone for nothing.

Dialogue options populated the air in front of him, the Menu sensing his decision.

<1> How are you feeling, Mom?

<1> So, what did you make for dinner?

<1> Are you having a good day so far?

They went on and on and on. His eyes flicked downward. The Menu scrolled with him. The options became a solid blue blur.

Show me something vaguely sexual, but still within the realm of casual conversation. I want to compliment her appearance and get her flustered.

The scrolling stopped.

<100> I really like that dress, Mom. It really shows off your assets. (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 Points>)

<100 You look really good tonight. I can’t believe you dressed like that just for me. (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700 Points>)

If he could sigh, he would have.

Oh, I did not miss those stupid debuffs. Getting her to do anything sexual with me is going to require an exercise of creativity to not trigger any debuffs, at least until I have enough AP with her to just ignore the debuffs entirely or even remove them if that’s possible. It’ll take a while, but I have time. And a bit of a shortcut in the way of utilizing certain mental changes to up my Agreeableness Point gain. She’s definitely worth it, though.

He looked up from her breasts to study her face.

Sandra Mitchell was a beautiful woman, and she’d clearly gone through the effort to make herself look even more presentable than usual. Her ruby red lipstick was particularly eye-catching. He couldn’t help but imagine himself driving and his mother in the passenger seat. He pictured her leaning over and giving him a nice, slow blowjob while he drove, leaving red lipstick rings along his cock as she did so.

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

The options in front of him shifted, obeying his very thoughts.

<150> Hey Mom, you’ve got something sticky on your right index finger. You should probably suck on your finger so the sticky stuff doesn’t get on your dress or the steering wheel.

No debuff for that one. I imagine there most certainly would have been one if I just flat out told her to fellate her finger like a cock. Actually, two, since the Menu likes giving me a Maternal Authority debuff whenever I order her to do something. It seems like as long as what I say seems somewhat reasonable and non-sexual, and doesn’t sound like a command, it shouldn’t trigger the Familial Propriety debuff.

Amused and satisfied, he chose the option. Time resumed immediately. The sudden resumption of motion in the car startled him and nearly made him nauseous. He clutched at the armrest along the door, his knuckles turning white.

Crap. I have to watch out for that in the future.

His mouth opened automatically and spoke in the strange language it always had whenever he picked a dialogue option. He wondered what it meant. Was it forcing his voice to attune to a certain frequency that **** obedience in the people who heard it?

God, could the Menu be giving me something like the Voice from Dune? That’d be so awesome.

The car shook slightly, jolting him out of his thoughts.

His mother swore.

“Dammit,” she grumbled. She stared at her finger for a moment like it offended her. She looked back at the road before glancing over at him, then at the road again. “How’d you know my finger was sticky? Did you do something?”

He shook his head.

“What could I possibly have done to get your finger sticky in the five minutes I’ve been in this car?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Probably not the smartest move, responding like that.

His mother glared at him for as long as her driving could allow.

“Don’t talk back to me,” she reprimanded him, but her voice contained little of its usual fire. She shook her head and sighed. She held the steering wheel with only her left hand, now. She seemed **** to let her right hand be anywhere near it. A moment later, she moved her index finger to her lips and opened them.

Kyle watched in open disbelief as his mother engulfed her finger. Her cheeks became concave as she sucked on it. Slurping sounds filled the interior of the car. After a few seconds, she took her finger out of her mouth. It was covered with her saliva.

She grimaced in distaste.

“Hey Kyle, can you look in the glove compartment? I think I put a few napkins there,” she said.

Kyle nodded and opened the glove box. On the right side away from the copy of her registration and her insurance sat a pile of Dunkin Donuts napkins.

Mom likes to stop there for coffee on her way to work when she’s in a rush and doesn’t have time to brew it in the morning.

“You’re driving. Here, give me your hand. I’ll wipe it off,” he said.

His mother shook her head.

“No, I’ve got it. Just hand me the napkin,” she slowed the car to make a turn.

He summoned the Menu once again, and time stalled. It was like some god had thrown a wrench into the engine of the universe.

Sandra Mitchell (1587 Agreeableness Points)

Ah, it’s always nice to see that number go up. So, let’s see… give me an option that’s almost exactly like what I said before and she said no.

<25> Seriously, you shouldn’t be doing that while you’re driving. Just give me your hand. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500 Points>)

525 AP just to get her to let me wipe her finger off. Unbelievable, this woman.

He chose the option and time resumed. This time, he was ready when the motion of the car hit him again.

His mother huffed a sigh.

“Fine,” she muttered. “If you insist.”

She held her hand over his lap.

So close to my dick. I wonder if there’s a way to get her to touch it without realizing it. Probably not the best idea to do it while she’s driving, though. I’ll wait until we get home to experiment.

He grabbed her arm by the wrist. Her skin was so smooth and warm. He used the napkin to slowly clean the saliva from her index finger. It was only then that he noticed that she’d done her nails as well, the same shade of red as the lipstick she wore.

Jeez, she really went all out, huh?

Despite the fact that it’d been the result of his commands, he couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies in his chest that accompanied the idea of his mother dressing sexily just for him.

“There, you should be good now,” he released her hand. She let it linger for a few moments before placing it back on the wheel.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she smiled at him. “Sorry I was a little short with you earlier. Getting dinner ready turned out to be a little more stressful than I thought it’d be.”

He blinked.

“Why? Did something happen?”

She nodded. Her hands clasped the steering wheel a little more tightly.

“I went to the store to get the stuff I needed to prepare dinner, and this complete jerk started harassing me out of the blue. Can you believe that? The nerve of some people!” she said.

He frowned.

“What exactly happened? Was the guy bothering you the entire time you were there?”

She shifted in her seat, causing her big creamy breasts to jiggle. For a moment, Kyle caught a flash of her left nipple.

What the hell? She’s not even wearing a bra. Did she go to the store dressed like this?

“No, I came across him when I was about halfway done with the shopping trip. He was ogling me and kept pestering me for my number. He even tried to… to grope me, but I slapped his grimy hand away. I was going to call security, but a lot of people started looking at us and he moved off. He followed me through the rest of the store, but kept his distance. I think he snapped a few pictures of me with his phone.”

Anger bubbled up inside him.

No one harasses my mother and gets away with it.

“Did you call the police or security then?”

“No,” she shook her head. When his eyes widened in askance, she continued. “I just wanted to get the food shopping done and go home. Besides, I’m pretty sure I managed to lose him in the parking lot.”

Okay, that’s good. At least she managed to get away from him. It’s not like he’d have been able to do anything too insane in a public place like that, right?

“Did you manage to get his name?”

His mother’s face wrinkled in distaste.

“He said his name was Paul. I never got his last name. Why? There’s no point in calling the police now. He’s long gone,” she said.

“Yes, I know,” he allowed. “I just wanted to know the name of the guy who thought he could harass my mother. If I ever meet him, he’s going to regret it.”

Especially since I could tear apart his life with just a few words. The only obstacle I can see to that would be his AP score, but even a low Agreeableness Point score can be raised quickly. The fact that the Dialogue Menu stops time and works almost instantly means I have all the time I need to get my hooks into the bastard and make him regret what he’s done. If I ever meet him, that is.

Mom laughed. It was a surprisingly melodious sound.

I wish she’d do it more often. She’s always so serious. Buried in her work or exercising or any myriad of other things that fill up her schedule.

“You’re sweet, but I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. If he ever shows up again, it’ll be me who sets him straight,” she said, an amused smile on her face.

“Not if I get to him first,” he replied.

She playfully shoved him with her hand.

“Well, that wasn’t very nice,” he muttered.

She smirked.

“Tough. I’m your mother. I can do whatever I want to you,” she reached up to ruffle his hair. “See?”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” he shook his head free of her and edged up against the window, arms held out defensively. He glared at her in challenge.

Shields up. Red alert. Good luck touching me now, Mom!

She responded by poking his leg just above the knee, a place he could have sworn he wasn’t ticklish in anymore.

“H-hey, that’s not fair!”

They bantered back and forth and played the rest of the way home. It was only when they pulled into the driveway that he realized that he’d shared a car ride with his mother and they hadn’t really argued. He’d actually enjoyed his time with her. He’d joked with her and she’d joked back.

Is this because of the commands I’ve given her through the Menu or something else?

He glanced over at her as she unbuckled her seatbelt. He had so many questions for her, so many things he wanted to do that he hardly knew where to begin.

Ultimately, he settled for using the Menu to rattle off a few commands. Nothing too major, just a “touch your face” here and a “clap your hands” there. It was enough to increase her AP score by eleven points.

I have to make up for forgetting to use the Menu when I was talking to her on the way home. Stupid.

A minute later, they entered the house. The lights were already lit, allowing him to see his mother in her full glory for the first time tonight. The dress seemed a size or so small on her. It hugged her like a second skin, accentuating her curves.

I’m so glad I gave her that command to ignore my eyes. I can basically stare at her as often and as long as I want!

And he did, relishing in the way her curvaceous body moved.

She bent over to take off her shoes. Her tight dress clung to her big matronly ass, digging slightly into her asscrack.

Fuck, I want to touch her there so bad. But I’ll settle for taking pics of her for now.

He quickly grabbed his phone and rapidly snapped pictures of his mother’s amazing ass while she was bent over.

After she took her shoes off, he followed suit, lining them near the front door in the hallway.

An appetizing aroma soon wafted into his nostrils.

He was about to speak, but remembered to call upon the Menu instead.

Sandra Mitchell (1599 Agreeableness Points)

Oh. So close to 1600.

<1> Wow, that smells good. What’s cooking?

Good enough.

He picked the option and the Menu dissipated. His mouth moved, forming the strange, alien words he spoke every time he picked a dialogue option.

His mother turned to face him. She leaned forward slightly giving him an eyeful of her cleavage.

“Baked ziti. I really hope it came out good,” she crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

He gave her an encouraging smile and opened the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1600 Agreeableness Points)

Awesome. Can I say something that links how good the food smells to the food potentially tasting good? Just give me one option for now. No need to overload me like usual.

The Menu shifted as it hurried to obey him.

<1> Well, if the smell is any preview of the taste, I’d say it did.

Nice, another winner. Damn, the Menu would be absolutely amazing for the socially awkward, if only to help them come up with things to say on the fly.

He chose the option.

It earned him a smile from her.

“Thanks, sweetie. You know just what to say to make me feel better. Come on, let's go to the kitchen. I’ve got everything set up.”

She turned and walked away. He followed her and engaged the recording function on his phone camera, capturing the mesmerizing sight of his mother’s wide, childbearing hips swaying as she walked.

Kyle entered the kitchen and blinked at what he saw. The kitchen table was covered by a thick white tablecloth, the likes of which he’d only seen in the more expensive restaurants his parents had taken them to on occasion. A wine bottle sat between two almost ornate plates, themselves flanked by golden eating utensils.

Wow. Mom only ever takes those out when we’re having Grandma over. Or if she’s really trying to impress guests. And she brought out wine, too! Does she… does she want me to drink? I’m not even twenty-one yet.

His mother had made her way further into the kitchen, behind the marble counter. A crockpot sat atop it. She opened the lid, releasing a torrent of steam.

“Nice. I think it’s ready!” she said. “Bring me the plates.”

Kyle obeyed. He watched his mother load the plates creamy, gooey baked ziti.

His stomach grumbled.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” his mother said.

He brought the plates back to the table. His mother sat across from him. Her eyes widened suddenly.

“Oh crap, I forgot about the candles! Hold on just a second. Don’t start eating yet!”

She got up out of her seat and left the room, leaving him alone.

He stared down at his food.

I’m so hungry. I just need one bite. She won’t even notice.

His phone buzzed.

“Hm?”

He fished it from his pocket and unlocked it.

A text message from Janet?

Conscious of what he’d discussed with her before he left, he looked around to make sure his mother wasn’t in the room. Satisfied, he opened the message.

<"Hey, sweetie. I miss you already! I thought about what we talked about earlier and it just seems like a great idea, you know? Take a look at the pictures I took and let me know what you think!">

He scrolled downward and opened the attached image files.

The first one was tame. It showed Janet in her blouse, smiling as she stood in her kitchen. She’d taken the picture from above, making sure to capture as much of her expansive cleavage in the image as possible.

He licked his lips.

She’s so hot.

He flicked to the next image.

She’d ditched the blouse, and was clad only in her shorts and lingerie bra. It barely covered her breasts as it was, and she’d put an arm underneath them to move them upward. Her soft blowjob lips were pressed into the form of a kiss.

His cock twitched.

Kyle scrolled to the image after that.

She was fully naked now, perched on all fours on a bed. Her huge breasts dangled tantalizingly beneath her and her big round ass was jutting in the air behind her. There was something strange about the room, however.

That’s not the master bedroom. That’s…

“Holy shit.”

She’d actually gone into Jim’s room and taken a nude selfie of herself.

He frantically scrolled to the final image in the set.

This one was also in Jim’s room, though this time she was on her knees on the bed. A pillow was clutched between her thick thighs, just beneath her pussy. He could just barely make out a liquid smear on the blue pillowcase. In her free hand, she held up a sheet of paper. In black marker, she’d written: The closest Jimmy’ll ever come to my pussy

He sat back, mouth agape in near shock.

Oh my god. I’ve created a monster.

He heard footsteps behind him.

“What’s that you’re looking at?”

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