Webcam.

I'm intrigued by Rom's suggestions for multiple conceptions but need to know more about Master PC before making a decision and type on the Amiga.

My mother will be supportive, and no one can use the software without my permission.

"That's a clever loophole, Tom." Ram said and I smiled proudly while saying, "Yeah, I had taken your advice, and thought it through." Chuckles, "Master PC isn't bound to one person, but you can input an instruction to prevent others from using it."

I made my way toward the living room and says, "Mom, there's something I need to show you."

As Heather enter my bedroom I asks, "Have you ever wondered why you're attracted to me, and doing everything I asked without question?"

"I have on numerous occasions." Heather admitted and then suspiciously glanced at me, "Some of your requests are inappropriate, but can't get myself to disagree."

I showed my mother the Amiga and explain,"That's because your emotions are fabricated by this software."

"Don't be ridiculous, dear. It's impossible for a computer software to magically manipulate someone's emotions." Heather glances at me with skepticism and I point my fingers at her profile while saying, "Take a closer look at your setting?"

Heather scans the profiles and says with disbelief, "How is this even possible?"

Love towards Tommy: Original settings at 10 percent. New settings, at 100 percent.

Devotion towards Tommy: Original settings at 5 percent. New settings at 100 percent.

Obedience towards Tommy: Original settings at 0 percent. New settings at 100 percent.

Attraction towards Tommy: Original settings at 0 percent. New settings at 100 percent.

Sexual sensitivity: Original settings at 10 percent. New settings at 100 percent.

"I did mistreat you over the years, but that doesn't give you the right to manipulate my emotions." Heather said while posturing in a demur manner, "That's like taking my free will away."

Rom softly chuckles while explaining, "You still have free will. It's just your emotions enhance at a fundamental level. Of course, he can turn you into a mindless doll." Giggles, "Now that's removing free will."

"Can you stop provoking my mother?" I asked with harsh tones and Rom defend herself, "Hey, I'm only stating the obvious truth."

"Is there a reason why you're showing me this software?" Heather asked and I wickedly grinned while replying, "I decided not to keep anything between us, and need you to answer a few questions honestly."

"I presume it's something inappropriate again?" Heather asked and I laughed at her accurate assumption while saying, "You're too smart for your own good, Mom. Anyway, Master PC can make you have multiple conceptions, but I need you to develop the pregnancies naturally without any assistance. How well can you deal with triplets?"

"I think my body can handle triplets," Heather replied truthfully and I resumed asking, "How about sextuplets?"

"Developing sextuplets to maturity will be difficult," Heather nervously replied and I asks, "How about having octuplets?"

"Developing octuplets is extremely risky." Heather replied with a fearful expression and then explained, "Infants need a lot of space to develop properly. If there isn't enough, they might come out prematurely."

"So...it's possible for octuplets to reach maturity?" I asked gleefully and Heather replies, "Developing octuplets to maturity is possible, but you need to monitor the developments very closely."

I smirk at my mother's body shivering with anxiety and ask, "What's the most you can safely have?"

"To be honest, dear. Any kind of multiple conceptions is unsafe. But if you need my opinions, I suggest having sextuplets first. If things go smoothly, we can have octuplets the following year. However, I don't recommend having more than eight." Heather replied and I sighed with disappointment while saying, "Darn, I wanted you to conceive a dozen."

Heather affectionately gazing at me while saying, "I doubt my body can tolerate the stress, dear. However, I don't mind developing a dozen offspring at once, but make absolutely certain it's worth the risks."

"Thanks for your honesty, mom," I said while laughing at my mother's profile, "Whoa, the chance of you conceiving a dozen is one out of a billion."

I deleted the low probability and type a new setting on the Amiga.

The slightest pre-cum will instantly make Heather conceive a dozen offspring.

"That should do it." I deviously grin and Rom says, "You should have set it to random."

"It's not worth the hassle." I argued and Rom deviously suggested, "Your mother will certainly conceive a dozen, but adding five percent to random makes intercourse so much better." Giggles, "Think about it for a moment. You're filling up her needy cunt, knowing there's a chance she'll conceive like a proper bitch."

"Mom, how do you feel about it?" I asked and she replied with uncertainty, "I would be furious if you hadn't tempered with my emotions. Since I'm bound as a lover, having that type of risk wouldn't even make me upset."

"You can always undo the setting, Tom," Rom reassured, and I input a new setting on my mother's profile, but something unusual occurred.

Heather's chance of conceiving a dozen is currently at 100 percent, and her chance of conceiving 12/∞ at five percent.

"Hey, what with the 12/∞?" I asked and Rom mischievously grinned while replying, "It means your mother has a five percent chance of conceiving any amount." She senses my nervousness and says, "Relax, it might not even happen throughout your mother's lifetime. But you might get lucky through."

"Mom?" I called out, but she was completely pale by Rom's explanations, "Snap out of it."

"Sorry, dear." Heather said as the concept of having an unethical conception echoed in her mind, "Ummmm....is it necessary?"

"Why are you worried?" I asked and my mother says with a wary expression, "That infinity symbol is freaking me out."

"Fine, I'll set it to one percent. Feel better?" I asked and Heather smiled while saying, "It's better than five percent, but I wish you reconsider deleting the random conceptions."

I created an account for an adult webcam and positioned the tripod facings toward the bed. However, I needed a title that would draw in more viewers and came up with the perfect name for this activity.

Son attempts to impregnate his mother.

I know it's a bit risky but doubted any of the viewers will take it seriously. As long my face is hidden from view, no one will find out they're witnessing a live broadcast of an actual inbreeding being committed.

"Are you ready, slut?" I asked my mother and she softly muttered, "Do I have a choice?"

"Not really," I softly chuckle at her questions and then demand, "Give the audience some details about yourself."

"My name is Heather Smith, and a single mother of two children. I'm thirty-five years old and currently off birth control. My main goal is to have more children. To achieve this, I'm allowing my son to impregnate me and hopefully conceive a dozen offspring."

"Damn, love the role play." One of the viewers said and donated ten dollars.

I swiftly penetrate my mother's soaking tunnel and says, "You love having your son's cock in your nasty cunt. Don't you bitch?"

Heather grips the bed sheet as she replies, "I love having your cock in my nasty cunt." Suddenly, she felt a sharp sensation from within her slit as Master PC overrides the sensitivity, "Shove your cock deeper inside where you came from!!! Ugh...yes, faster babyyyyy."

I harshly slap my mother's butt several times and ask, "Making babies so much better than arguing. Right, mom?"

Heather couldn't think clearly due to the sensation and says, "Yes, it's....ughhh...so much better."

I realized my mother was overtaken by lust to think rationally and softly whisper, "Maybe they'll donate more money if we role-play for a bit."

"As you wish, dear." Heather softly replied and I says, "Will it be okay if I set the random conceptions to one hundred percent?"

"I don't know about that, dear." Heather replied but her body reacted on impulses, "But I said earlier. If you think it's worth the risks, make mommy carry your fucking spawns."

"But Mom, there's no telling how many you'll end up having." I reminded her of the repercussion and then deviously taunt, "For all we know, your stomach might get overwhelmed within a few minutes."

"Who fucking cares about the repercussion!!?" Heather frantically shouted as her body accumulates arousal, "Cum in my needy cunt before I change my mind."

The viewers heard our conversations and ask, "What do you mean by random, dude?"

"I can't give you a full explanation." I chuckle mischievously but give partial details, "But I can tell you this much. I can make my slutty mother have as many babies as I desire."

"Seriously, even enough to overwhelm her stomach within a few minutes?" One of the viewers asked and I amusingly chuckled while replying, "I can make my mother have an excessive conception. Do you guys want to witness it?"

"Sure do," Every viewer replied at once.

I grin at everyone's excitement and say, "We're accepting any requests for a hundred, but multiple conceptions aren't available. However, there will be a special reward for anyone who stays at the end of this broadcast."

"Can you make the slut smoke three pack of cigarettes?" One of the other viewers asked with anticipation and I reply, "Donate a hundred and I'll command the slut to do it."

As I hear a bell in the chat box I reach over to retrieve marijuana from my jeans and say, "Mom, do what they paid for."

"Are you serious?" Heather complained and I deviously sneers while saying, "I could disable your mortality."

Heather is terrified of losing her ability to make decisions swiftly snatched the marijuana from my hand and asks, "Do you need me to finish it?"

I amusingly laughed at my mother's fears and type on the keyboard to the viewer who made the request.

"Give me three hundred, and I'll have the slut finish three pack it in twenty minutes."

"Deal," The viewers promptly replied and then asks, "If I add an extra hundred. Can you make your slutty mother smoke several packs more?"

"Why not." I chuckle at the request while tossing three more pack of cigarettes towards her and commands, "I don't care how you finish it but make sure it's done within thirty minutes."

"As you wish, dear," Heather replied as her head swayed back and forth due to the momentum of my penetration.

"Any other request?" I type on the chat box and another viewer says, "I'll give you eight hundred. If the slut chugs down a bottle of whiskey."

I grin at my mother while asking, "Mom, do we have any ****?"

Heather sighs at the request and says, "There's some in the kitchen cabinet."

"Entertain the viewers while I'm gone," I command and make my way toward the kitchen.

When I return to the bedroom, I saw my mother violently shoving a dildo in her butt. While reading through the comments section, I found out someone had offered four hundred for the activity.

"Mom, chugs down the **** until it's empty." I command and Heather replies nervously, "As you wish, dear."

Heather consumed the liquid like an alcoholic and when the task was finished, her vision became blurry and her body movement was inconsistent.

"I'm I fucking drunk enough, dear?" Heather asked while holding onto the bed rail to keep herself balanced.

The viewers cheered with excitement, but suddenly there was a private message on the screen.

"I offer one thousand dollars. If you get your mother on some kind of ****. And I don't mean marijuana either."

"I don't have any ****." I type but then remember Mike had given me a substance to use on my sister.

I set the broadcast to private and showed him the pouch.

"Will this do?" I asked and he sadistically says, "Display it clearly at the camera. I need to analyze the substance."

His eyes widen at the substance and ask, "Holy shit, that stuff is extremely addictive. Where did you get it?"

"Someone from school." I lied to keep him from being suspicious.

He know an ounce will make a person reliant on the substance, and attempting to quit is nearly impossible. And by his estimate, there are thirty ounces within the plastic pouch.

The man mischievously gazed at the substance while negotiating, "Let's make a deal. If you instruct the slut to snort every last ounce, I'll give you two grand. Also, if you overdose her with other types of **** like cocaine I'll add an additional five grand. Finally, fifteen grand if you allow her to be my escort for one night."

"I'll instruct my mother to finish the substance. Unfortunately, I don't have any other type of **** on me." I informed and the man says, "I'll directly wire the money to your bank account if you promise to overdose your mother with a variety of different ****."

"You got yourself a deal," I promptly replied but then says, "However, I can't make her an escort."

The man amusingly chuckles as he says, "Can't blame you, dude. With a hot bitch like that, I wouldn't share her either."

"Mom, can you finish the substance in this bag?" I asked and Heather replies with an incoherent tone, "Sure babyyyyy. Mommy loves doing ****."

Heather opened the package and began to snort without any awareness of the repercussions due to being intoxicated. When she completed the tasks, her eyes stared straight-forward without blinking.

"Mom, are you alright?" I asked and Heather audibly reply in a soft monotone, "I feel hazy, dear."

"Do you know what's in that bag, and the effect it has on your mother?" The man asked and I said with uncertainty, "Ummm...I heard from someone it disables their inhibition."

"That's partly true, but it also makes them gullible," The man informed, but didn't reveal using too much of the substance might damage the neuron receptors from operating correctly, "I can't believe your mother finish it."

Knowing Master PC can undo the influence of the **** I say without worries, "Thanks for the donations."

I return the broadcast to the public and say, "I need to take care of some errands and be back in an hour. Mom, indulge them with any activities until I return."

As I leave the premises one of the users asks, "Is it possible for you to conceive several dozens?"

"Serve multiple conceptions was only an act to keep everyone entertained. My son doesn't have the courage to go through with it." Heather softly replied but then remembered, "However, there's a one percent chance it could happen."

"If I was there right now, I wouldn't care about the conceptions, and fill up your your cunt." One of the viewers said and Heather slide a dildo into her fold as she says, "That's so hot, babyyyyy. But you forgot to donate."

"You definitely deserve to knock me up for a hundred dollars." Heather winked while displaying her firm abdomen, "I exercise daily at the gyms. Anyone here like to ruin my slim figure?"

"I'll give you a hundred if you go off your diet." Another viewer requested.

Heather opens a box and begins munching on cookie after cookie while saying, "All these calories definitely going towards my butt."

"That's not reassuring. You're probably faking to be off your diet." One of the other viewers complained and Heather negotiated, "How about this, for every hundred dollars donated I'll add five pounds to my weight. And return to this broadcast in a few months to see the result."

Heather grinned as more people started donating and says, "Goodness, that's going to be difficult to achieve." She smiles at their satisfaction and urges them to donate more, "Pretend you're here everyone. What would you do to me?"

"I love to pull your hair while fucking you from behind." One viewer said and Heather position her butt toward the camera and asks, "Is it a gentle pull or a rough one?"

"A rough one," The previous viewer replied and Heather firmly gripped the hair and wrenched her head upward, "Like this baby?"

"That's perfect, but you're doing it too slow." The viewers said and Heather look over her shoulders while saying, "Oh...you're the violent type, huh?"

"This offer is only for you. Three hundred, and I'll make the activities as violent as you want for five minutes." Heather sends him a private message and he replies, "Deal."

Heather set the broadcast on private and asks, "Is this how you like to pull my hair while shoving your fat cock in my needy cunt?"

The viewer was intrigued by Heather's performances and blurt, "Damn, you're better than most porn stars, and the way you make it appear like your face was slammed against the wall was freaking hot."

"I'm here to fulfill your twisted fantasy." Heather winked at him and return the broadcast to the public, "I'm exhausted. Is there anything else you want me to do before closing the broadcast for the day?"

The viewers who previously requested Tom to **** his mother say, "Fifty grand if you spend the night at my place."

"Seriously, fifty grand for one night?" Heather asked with suspicion and he attempted to bribe, "I have more of those substances. Do you want it?"

Heather shivers from withdrawal and says, "Yes, I need more."

"Come over to my place," He sadistically grins and Heather nervously replies, "I umm....not sure about this..."

The man is about to give up when a sadistic thought occurs, "Very well, you don't need to be my escort. However, I already paid to have you on a variety of ****. So, you're obligated to complete the task. Correct?"

"I suppose....we can meet up somewhere under one condition," Heather said and the man promptly asked, "What's the condition?"

"You're not allowed to **** me beyond the safety limit," Heather negotiated and the man mischievously grinned as he says, "Your son agreed on overdose." Chuckles, "By definition, overdose is an excessive usage that causes serious effects on an individual."

"You made a valid point," Heather sighs in defeat and then asks, "Where do you want to meet up?"

"I'll send you an address to an abandoned warehouse," The man replied as he texted the address, but suddenly Heather's eyes blankly stared at the monitor.

"Seem like the substance had finally mess up your mind," The man chuckles at Heather's emotionless expression and says, "You're no longer concerned about your health, or being an escort."

"I'm not concerned about my health or being an escort." Heather audibly replied and the man asked, "How long will it take you to reach the location?"

"Approximately twenty minutes," Heather replied without hesitation and the man asked out of curiosity, "You said earlier there's a one percent chance of having an excessive conception. How can we increase it to one hundred?"

"I can't manually increase the probability," Heather explained but then offered a solution, "However, I can consume fertility pills to release an abundance amount of ova for fertilization."

"Overdose on fertility pills before arriving," The man instructed and Heather warned of the repercussions, "Developing too many infants at once are extremely dangerous."

"That's the general idea," The man deliriously laughed at her warning and then demand in a sturn tone, "I need the pregnancy eighty inches within two months and continues development until it reaches maturity."

"It's unlikely the pregnancy will reach maturity but I'll atempt to complete the tasks," Heather replied.

The man is aware Heather in no condition to drive due to overconsumption of **** and **** useage.

"Will you be able to arrive on schedule?" The man asked and Heather replies while grabbing the car keys on the table, "I'm having difficulties focusing, but will follow your command."

"Get to the location," The man said with a sadistic sneer, "But I don't mind if you get into a serious accident."

"I'll likely have an accident," Heather informed with an unwavering expression, "Is there anything else?"

"If accident is unavoidable," The man said with a devious grain, "Drive naked without a seat belt."

"Ill atempt to arrive on schedule," Heather said while discarding her clothing and than asks, "Do you want me to catch the freeway?"

"Yes," The man replied but then decided to make the travel more intense, "However, drive over the speed limit."

"As you wish," Heather comply without hesitation.

"The **** is effective so far," The man is intrigued by Heather's obedience but need to do a few more test, "Can you ensure there's an accident?"

"Accident isn't guaranteed unless you wish to make it a priority," Heather replied absent mindlessly and the man mischievously grinned while commanding, "Make it a priority."

Heather's head swayed as the **** tampered with the brain neuron; severing her reasoning from operating.

"How will I know if you end up in an accident?" The man asked for reassurance and Heather inform, "I have a dash cam in the vehicle, and will continues broadcasting with my cellphone."

The man didn't want the authority to know he's involved with Heather acidident.

"You know what?" The man said with a devious smirked, "Let's take a chance having you drive under the influence, but any way to have an accident without injuring someone else?"

"I can drive the vehicle off the cliff," Heather suggested while grabbing the car key and the man swiftly asks, "Before leaving. Do you know anything about Russia roulette?"

"It's a game of risks involving a revolver," Heather replied and the man wickedly sneered while asking, "Do you have one with you?"

"Yes, I keep one under my bed in case of intruder," Heather replied and the man sadistically grinned while commanding, "Retrieve the revolver from under the bed and place one bullet in the camber. Aterward, masterbate while pulling the trigger."

The man intensely eyes gazed at Heather vigorously rubbing the clitoris and with her other hand pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation due to lack of reasoning. By some chance she survive the outcome, but this only made the man want to push things further.

"Fill the camber but leave one empty," The man command with a devious expression and then give her a choice, "Continue the game or become my sex ****."

The **** Heather consumed earlier doesn't have permanent side effect. However, if she willing agree to become his sex ****. The man can destroy her emotions or ingrain a different personality.

"I'll willingly be your sex ****," Heather accepted the proposal for her own safety.

"You trick me," Heather said and the man deliriously laughed when informing, "The **** isn't one hundred percent effective becouse of your subconscious," Chuckles, "I can command you to give the **** access to your subconscious."

"My mind and emotions is available for permanent menmepulation," Heather submit as an obedient **** and the man paused for a moment to contenplate before saying, "I want to destroy your emotions."

"You wish for a mindless doll?" Heather asked for clarification and the man chuckles while saying, "Not entirely. I need you to communicate and behave normally around others. But unable to think for yourself when we're alone, unless instructed to be emotionless in public."

"As you wish," Heather said and allow the **** access to erase her emotions. A few minutes later, she stirring straight forward without moving.

"That's more like it," The man broadly smiled by his successful shame, "Since your son used your body to earn money. Why don't you provide the viewers anything they desire?" Chuckles, "But make sure to charge extra for unethical requests."

"Yes," Heather simply said and than resume streaming a live broadcast, "Everyone, I'm now available to proform any activities regardless if the request is dangerous."

"Are you serious?" The viewers asked with skepticism.

Heather display a revolver to the viewers while asking, "Want me to play Russian roulette? Unless you guys perfer a different game?"

"How much?" The viewers asked and Heather smiled by their anticipation while explaining the rules, "Ten thousand for one camber and the price double for an additional camber. However, you can chip in to accumulate the amount needed for the activity."

"Basically, it's over a million dollars to fill up the entire camber?" One viewers said with disbelief and another viewer argue, "This might be a scam. I bet, once the money is transfer, she'll disappear with our money."

"Gentlemen, what she's offering is true," The man said to calm down the argument but some are still skeptical.

The man command Heather to disable the emotions and spent several minutes explaining her condition.

"For all we know, you're probably scheming with her," One viewer said and the man command Heather to proform an unethical activity as proof, "Quickly shove a wine bottle in your butt.

"As you wish," Heather replied while grabbing a bottle from the foor and then proform the activity. Soon, the viewers eyes widen with amazement as Heather competed the tasks without a single scream.

"Heather, give them one free camber but charge them for any additional camber," The man command while smirking at the viewers excitement as they begin to donate on the illegal stream. Unfortunately, it was only enough money for five atempt and Heather, by all odd, manange to survive.