"Parental Control" - A handicapped wife and mother of three receives a copy of Master PC, then decides to take control of her unfortunate life.

Grace Belleton woke up early in the morning to the beaming rays of light pouring in through the curtains of her bedroom’s window.

Slowly, the middle-aged mother of three sat up in her bed, then rubbed her eyes and let out a weary yawn. She felt especially weak today, she thought to herself. Her narrow torso ached all around, her shoulders were as stiff as could be, and her midsection down to her mid-thighs were full of pressure from her need to pee.

Wearing a long white/green floral T-shirt and a pair of plain white panties, Grace pulled her legs off of the side of the bed, then reached over towards the wheelchair lined up beside it.

She carefully lifted and scooted herself into the soft leather seat, wincing at how cold it was on contact. Grace then used her bony hands to straighten her useless legs so that her feet were lined up with the pedals below. Once she was secure, the short woman with long and exceptionally messy brunette hair rolled towards the bathroom.

As Grace went to the master bedroom’s door, she glanced at the empty spot where her husband used to often lay and frowned. It’d been so long since she had been able to wake up next to her High school sweetheart and just cuddle for an hour or two, but the handicapped woman hadn’t had that happen in almost ten years now. Kelvin hardly slept in the same bed as her anymore, but she couldn’t really blame the man on some level, while on another level she spited the man for still bothering to be married to her at this point.

Grace went about her morning business of relieving herself in the bathroom before taking a long hot shower. While she allowed the water to rain down all over shin and curved figure in the home’s main bathroom, she reflected on the empty spot in her bed, something she often was good at ignoring.

However, this time was different.

Grace, being the computer whiz that she was, knew he was staying down the block at one of the neighbor’s houses. Kelvin wasn’t great with computers, but he knew how to use social media and dating apps. Although, it’s a shame that he used the same old password for everything, and in doing so allowed his bitter and betrayed wife to read through each and every one of Kelvin’s DM’s to and from local women he gets sympathy from. According to him, it was hard taking care of his miserable wife, but he was committed to doing it. He just needed a little bit of love and compassion from other sources sometimes, or some shit like that, Grace thought through clenched teeth.

The worst part about it was this most recent woman was Grace’s former boss at her old job, a snotty rich brat that she also went to High school with.

Kevlin technically went to High school with the both of them, and may or may not have dated and/or screwed around with the curvaceous cheerleader before and during he and Grace became intimate way back when. The discovery brought up feelings of anxiety and low self-esteem that were all too familiar, while each of his other flings in the last decade with the local tail never really bothered her like this. Maybe she was just getting more sensitive and hateful with age and from menopause, she thought to herself as she wiped away the tears blending in with the hot water crashing down from above.

At one point after her car accident, she had just accepted the fact that her tall and still handsome hubby didn’t want to fuck an achy and twiggy witch like her. Even though she still had complete control over her bodily functions, as well as having retained feelings of sexual stimulation, Grace was smart enough to know that the spark between them had disappeared shortly after she lost almost all feeling in her legs. No longer could she couldn’t ride him like a bull, get down on all fours and take it in the ass, nor could she crawl over to him and suck as dick while he watched TV on the couch anymore.

Not that she would, if she could. Kelvin had spent so much time away, and so much of their hard-earned savings on dinners and hookers and motels and gifts for other women. That included part of what she’d received from her lawsuit and disability funds.

Grace’s romantic interest in her husband was as dead as his was with her, she knew, but his current affair stung because of who he was involved with.

The shower’s water began to turn cold, and Grace took in a deep and shaky breath to gather herself, turned off the flow of water, dried herself off with the towel folded up in her wheelchair, and then lifted herself off of the sturdy fold-out seat using the rails along the walls. She redressed and blow-dried her conditioned hair before leaving the bathroom, content with how long her shirt was to not feel the need to put on any pants. Plus, she didn’t have any plans for the day, per usual.

As soon as everyone left the house, Grace was just going to do what she always did, and that included browsing all sorts of kink porn and masturbating until her pussy was raw.

Grace took in a deep whiff of the air and smiled upon entering the kitchen, having heard the sounds of a pan sizzling all the way from down the hallway.

Standing in front of the stove and cooking up some breakfast was Adam, her middle child.

Well, he wasn’t a child anymore, Grace thought to herself as she checked out the handsome twenty-one-year-old’s lean body from head to toe. He was wearing a dark red polo T-shirt that was tucked into his black slacks and had on a pair of shiny black dress shoes. Adam’s long and wavy blonde hair was draped around his head and in front of his good-looking face, per usual, and his slender figure looked well put-together all around in his work uniform.

This tall young man really needed to quit taking after his mother’s daytime hobbies after work and go find himself a girlfriend, Grace thought to herself with a soft giggle as she rolled on over to the fridge.

The sound of Grace’s squeaky wheelchair caused Adam to turn around, and he gave his mother a weak smile with his smooth-voiced greeting.

“Hey mom, want some bacon and eggs?”

“No thanks, sweetie.” Grace politely declined, but was happy to be offered as she opened up the fridge to grab a small bottle of orange juice she’d bought the day prior. She twisted the lid off and took a solid swig of the sour drink right then and there.

“If I make you a plate anyway, will you eat it?” Adam nagged, turning back to the sizzling bacon. “It’s important to keep your strength up.”

She audibly signed in acknowledgement, defeated by her favorite son’s sweetness. Blushing with embarrassment, Grace cleared her throat and scowled as she closed the drink and rolled on over to the kitchen table. She was hungry, yes, and her lack of proper nourishment may be partially to blame for the fatigue wracking most of her body, but she felt bad that her youngest son was taking better care of her than anyone else in the house, including her own self.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, glancing over his shoulder for a moment to look at her with a winning smile on his pretty lips. “It’ll be done in a second.”

Grace rolled her eyes and sighed once more, and Adam was soon stepping over to her with a plate of food in hand. When he set it down, it was almost like she was taken out of a daydream, only it was real. Nobody was as kind to her as Adam was, and that gave her enough strength to dig into the slightly burnt bacon and over-salted fried eggs.

The two chatted for a bit about Adam’s new job as a salesman for a local car dealership, having gotten the gig from his friend’s sleazy dad. The man was an asshole, according to her son, and he was relentless about how he wanted things to be done. However, he was excited about the kind of money he could make if he worked hard enough for a sale, and listening to Adam talk about something with such hope caused Grace to remember when his father had that same kind of enthusiastic outlook towards an opportunity presented to him.

It wasn’t long before Adam had prepared himself a plate and came to the table, but he set it down and made a quick run to the bathroom before eating.

Just as soon as he left, Grace’s only daughter and youngest offspring entered, her striking face absorbed in her phone as she typed away at it.

The two looked at each other for the briefest of moments when Rene managed to glance up from her phone in the middle of the kitchen, but her big blue eyes flickered to the plate full of breakfast across from Grace on the table not a second later.

“Rene, don’t you dare.” Grace sternly said as the eighteen-year-old High school senior skipped over to the seat and plopped her pert butt down into it. “Go make your own!”

Grace grit her teeth at the busty vixen’s blatant disregard for her words, but then noticed the wireless earbuds flashing with rainbow lights beneath the girl’s long and bright-pink hair. She rubbed her temples and growled to herself with frustration. Rene was just pretending to not see her angry expression in her peripherals, Grace knew, and wanted to punch the girl in one of her perky D-cup breasts. Part of her also knew that she should say something about advertising her hot young body to practically everyone at her school and the local mall, but another part of her couldn’t say much with any real integrity, being that Grace would likely be doing the same thing in this day in age if the shoe were on the other foot, per say.

Rene was wearing a black tank-top without a bra, allowing the cleavage of her healthy young melons to bulge out freely and jiggle aimlessly with each of her slightest movements, and the jeans short shorts hugging her perky round ass were something that the principle of her school was going to be calling Grace about later in the day due to how much skin they exposed. It was a shame, really. Her beautiful young daughter was addicted to social media, technically already had a well-paying part-time job as a video game streamer, and even made some extra money on the side selling faceless nudes to young and old creeps that find her profile on OnlyFans.

Rene ate with one hand and fiddled with her phone with the other, never once looking up or hesitating to take another bite of her brother’s food.

She ate the entire thing in less than two minutes, twice as fast as Grace had finished her own plate.

The newest empty dish on the table was abandoned as Rene quickly got up and left without a word.

She passed by Adam, who was looking upwards towards the ceiling in order to not get teased by his sister in any way for looking at her chest.

When he came in and saw the plate, his face fell flat, and he wordlessly went back to the stove to make himself more breakfast.

“Sorry, honey.” Grace said, her voice full of genuine regret. “I tried, but she didn’t listen to me.”

“Rene does what she wants, I know.” He sighed, but still seemed in good spirits, Grace thought. “Bitch.”

“Yeah… She really is a total bitch.” Grace couldn’t help but agree, and that made Adam laugh, which made her smile.

She opened up her laptop that was sitting further down the table and explored the net as he quickly cooked, ate, washed the dishes, and then gave his mom a kiss on the forehead before heading off to work.

“Love you, sweetie.” Grace said after he turned away to leave. “Do your best out there.”

“Thanks, mom.” He said, giving her a quick but weak smile as he walked out of view. “Love you too.”

“Poor thing… He deserves better than this family.” She sighed, then looked back to her laptop as she reopened the browser window that’d been minimized before Adam was able to see what was on it, which of course, was weird smut.

A smooth 3D-rendered video on a hentai site continued playing from where she left off last night, one that presented a nerdy woman who accidentally summoned a horny futanari demon with bright red skin. The demon was deep-dicking the now-naked woman on her back, slamming her wide hips against her summoner’s slender midsection and plunging her massive cock into the girl’s indestructible elastic pussy as she eventually tried to fight back with a conveniently placed magic wand that was lying around. The lighting that came off of it only increased the size of the demon’s cock upon impact, allowing its even more ridiculous size to soon bulge out all across the length of her body to just below where her throat began. The wand then fell off of the table and zapped them both. The woman’s tits and ass tripled in size, and the lusty demon’s entire body and proportions scaled upwards in growth.

It was a little lengthy for what it was, but the animation was solid, the jiggle-physics were spot-on, and it had already gotten Grace in the mood to metaphorically run off to her room and find her vibrating wand.

Her legs may not work, but the nerve damage in her lower half wasn’t nearly extensive enough to render her pussy useless in any way, and making sure that it was taken care of for the next eight hours was her top priority.

It was the best and her favorite way that she’d found to pass the time throughout the day, and she’d kept to this routine for so long that losing herself in depraved sexual fantasies for hours on end was practically an addiction, at this point in her life.

Grace watched more of the same for a while, moved onto some fetish chat sites to role-play with other perverts like herself, decided to land on some actual porn that may or may not have had to do with -related kinks, and then finally decided at around five-o-clock to go take another shower before the people she lived with began to return home from either work or school. She had cum more times than she could keep track of that day, and it even felt like a new record, which was definitely saying something. And as much as she was ashamed to admit it, Adam had been on her thoughts more often than not during all of that time.

Still coming down from the numb-like high of her many consecutive orgasms, Grace had dried herself off and made her way back to the kitchen with her laptop resting in her lap. She felt tired enough to sleep for a week, and would likely be going to bed before the sun goes down. Upon entering the kitchen, she rolled to the head of the table and rested her head on its surface for a long moment.

After that, she sat up, yawned, and then placed her laptop in front of her, deciding to take a look at the emails of her many alt-accounts scattered through all sorts of platform’s across the net.

Strangely enough, one that she hadn’t done anything with for a while had a new email.

It didn’t have a sender, but it did have a title, as well as a single downloadable file attached.

Both of the names read:

MasterPCv1point9.exe

Grace’s heart skipped a beat.

She didn’t need to do any research to know what that was, or rather, could be, if it was the genuine thing.

After the quickest virus scan she’d ever made of a file, she saw no red flags get raised, and didn’t hesitate to click on the option to download it.

The file size was tiny, so a part of her was disappointed that this might be some lame joke by one of the furries she used to role play with using the email’s handle, but her mind was racing like crazy at the possibility of it being real. An actual copy of Master PC, something that could, well, change everything about her life for the better. People would actually listen to her again, she could clear up the many blemishes on her body and make herself youthful and sexy again, and she might be able to fix-...

A single tear rolled down her slightly sunken left cheek at the thought of being able to walk again.

When the file’s glittery green icon appeared on her desktop, Grace double-clicked on it instantly, and the screen went black.

After the longest moment of Grace’s life, neon-green text began to appear in the upper-left corner of the screen.

“Welcome to Master PC's Command Center…”

“The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you.”

“You now possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications.”

“You are the Master's Representative.”