Wake Up Peter

Of course Peter fell asleep. He had masturbated plenty of times before, but getting a handjob? This was something different. Especially since the handjob was administered by his own mother! Maybe it was the fact that it was his first handjob, maybe it was his mother's dirty talk, maybe it was just the sheer perversion of it all, but when Peter came, he came hard.

His sleep was deep but short. A mere ten minutes had passed since he slipped from consciousness, pants and underwear around his ankles, laying back on his bed. His mother had really done a number on him. He was confused about where he was for a moment. Why was he half-naked on the bed? Then he remembered everything.

Including the PDA.

Picking up his Uncle Larry's gift, Peter examined the interface. It was a simple calendar, something that would be considered outdated. Peter didn't need a PDA. His phone took care of that functionality. But this PDA was different, special. His last two items, doing five jumping jacks and cumming in his mother's panties, both had been accomplished. There were lines through the calendar events, indicating that they were completed. The rest of his day looked completely empty.

And so, Peter decided to add some more things to his "to-do" list. With the PDA's magical powers, anything could be accomplished.

First, he added: