Yes! He does!

He pressed enter.

A lot more lines of code danced across the screen as the fans inside the old machine seemed to whir even louder, like it was straining after years of sitting dormant. The attic felt hotter all of a sudden, or maybe that was just the blood pounding in Alex’s ears. He waited, fingers tense on the edge of the device, seconds stretching out longer than they should have. What the fuck had he just done?

Finally the scrolling code stopped. A whole new interface popped up on the small, grainy screen. The header at the top read in blocky green text: Portable Control Device - Beta. Below that: Asset selected: Agent Natasha Volkov. There was something else written in Russian underneath it, but Alex couldn’t read a word of it. His jaw dropped. Agent? His mother? No. That couldn’t be right. It had to be some kind of sick joke or old military prototype that got mislabeled. But there was her full name, clear as day.

Another pop-up appeared, this one in both English and Russian. Select language: Russian or English.

Alex hesitated only a second before selecting English. The screen refreshed immediately, switching everything over to English text. Asset status: Triggered - Blank state. Awaiting instructions.

Instructions? Blank state? Alex’s head was spinning. He had seen movies about Russian sleeper agents, honey traps targeting American diplomats, beautiful women sent in to steal secrets. But his own mother? Strict, neat-freak Natasha Volkov who yelled at him for leaving dishes in the sink? It didn’t compute. She had been a US citizen since he was born. She had only changed their last name back to her maiden name, Volkov after Dad died. Always strangely patriotic in that quiet way he could never quite explain. None of it fit.

His eyes dropped to the bottom of the screen. There was a prompt box titled Enter instructions: with a blinking cursor. Did this thing seriously mean he could give his mother orders through it? Like some kind of remote control for a person?

Alex stood up, legs shaky and walked back over to the wooden crate. He dug around inside again, heart hammering. There had to be more to this. Sure enough, tucked in one corner was a smaller device. It looked like an old-school mobile phone, thick, chunky, with an analog screen that was already glowing faintly and a physical keypad. He picked it up. It felt solid, heavy in his hand. He carried it back to the main unit and sat down.

Tentatively, he typed Hello into the prompt box on the computer. At the same time, the same word appeared on the small device’s screen in his other hand. Live. Like text messaging. He deleted the word on the computer and watched it vanish from the handheld unit too.

It clicked. The big machine was the transmitter. This phone-like thing was the receiver. Whatever he typed here would get sent straight to the “asset.” To his mother.

Alex still didn’t fully buy it. It was too insane. Too out there. Maybe it was all broken. Maybe it would do nothing. He had to test it. He had to be sure.

He climbed down the attic stairs, receiver gripped tight in his palm and called out, “Mom?” No answer. The house was quiet except for the faint creak of the stairs under his feet. Increasingly nervous, Alex rushed downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. His mind raced with every possibility, nothing happening, her laughing at him over her prank, or worse, something actually changing.

The moment he stepped into the living room, his cock twitched and started getting hard before his brain even caught up.

Natasha Volkov stood in front of the couch, completely rigid. Her face was devoid of any emotion, blank as a mannequin. A can of Coke lay on its side on the rug where it had clearly fallen, dark liquid still spreading slowly across the fabric. She wasn’t reacting to the spill at all. One hand hung straight down by her side. The other was raised in a perfect salute, elbow locked, fingers together. Her grey eyes stared straight ahead at nothing, empty and unfocused. Long platinum-blonde hair hung perfectly straight down her back. She was still wearing the same white blouse and tight jeans from earlier, those heavy tits rising and falling with slow, mechanical breaths, the thick curve of her ass filling out the denim as she stood at attention like a soldier waiting for orders.

“Mom? Are you ok?” he called out, receiving no response.

Alex’s heart hammered in his chest as he stepped closer, the receiver still clutched in his sweaty palm. He couldn’t believe he was even considering this, but the blank look on her face made him feel confident he was in control. This was his chance to test it for real. No more guessing. He reached out with both hands, palms shaking slightly, and cupped the underside of her heavy tits through the white blouse. They felt even bigger than they looked, soft, warm and heavy as fuck. He squeezed them gently at first, then harder, feeling the weight spill between his fingers. Natasha didn’t flinch. Her blank eyes stayed fixed straight ahead, her body rigid like a statue. No slap, no shout, no “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Just slow, even breathing.

Emboldened, Alex leaned in, pressing his face between those massive tits and motorboating them like some perverted fantasy he’d never admitted out loud. He shook his head side to side, feeling the soft, warm flesh smother his cheeks and nose, the fabric of her blouse rubbing against his skin. He groaned quietly into her cleavage, inhaling the faint scent of her lotion and skin. Still nothing. Her arms stayed exactly where they were, one at her side, the other saluting. Not a single muscle twitched in protest. His cock throbbed painfully hard in his pants now, straining against the fabric as he pulled back just enough to look at her face again. Blank. Empty. Completely unresponsive.

Alex stepped back. This was real. This was the real fucking deal.

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