And a better daughter or son

Amelia was mortified.

She couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Her body was moving out of her control! This was not the first time that happened as a result of her transformation- she recognized this sensation all too well.

But for the first time, she found herself unable to control it.

Previously, when her Mrs. Robinson transformation triggered and made her subconsciously try to seduce her stepson, conscious awareness of what she was doing would be enough to put a stop to things.

This time, she couldn’t.

I don’t understand. Why am I not stopping!? She tried and tried, her fingers remained firmly wrapped around her stepson’s wrist, holding his hand against her breast. And, just as mortifying, Nick had gone further; he wasn’t just making contact, he was getting a good feel of it. And judging by how shaken he looked right now, he was just as horrified by what was happening as she was.

Although Amelia doubted that could be possible.

Her lips trembled and she tried to reason her way out of this. But for once, her composure was completely shaken. Her body felt like it was burning up from her stepson’s touch, and every time she opened her mouth, the only thing to escape her lips would be moans.

She had to **** it down. **** it down…

Those feelings are inappropriate. I cannot feel this way about my stepchild! I cannot… let this continue… ahn… but it feels so… wonderful… …NO!

There were very few things Amelia could not power through with sheer **** of will. To her dawning horror, this was one of them. Her body wasn’t listening to her, her mind wasn’t working properly, and no matter what she did, it felt like she was paralyzed.

Her eyes flickered down to Nick’s crotch involuntarily, not sure what she was looking for. Humiliating proof that the boy she loved as her own child was responding sexually to her? How disgusting was that? These feelings…

Amelia craned her head up and managed to **** herself to make eye contact with him. Seeing that look of shock on his face… it sent a bolt of lightning through her body as her brain put the pieces together, and she finally managed to use her intelligence to figure things out.

I see… so that’s it. It wasn’t… it didn’t have anything to do with me.

It was her transformation to blame, not her own mental weakness. The words of her upgrade played back through her mind as she remembered how confident, how arrogant she had been, thinking that she would be able to overpower her transformation with pure mental prowess.

When going over the wording of the transformation made it explicitly clear that the complete opposite was the case.

• Mrs. Robinson: Although Amelia has no interest in committing sexual acts with Nick, her body has other ideas. Whenever Nick is in the room, if Amelia is not consciously maintaining her control over her body, she will find her body posing itself in whatever way she deems most capable of seducing him. UPGRADE: Unfortunately, physical gestures can only go so far. Sometimes, a guy just can’t get the memo! Until Amelia becomes consciously aware of how Nick’s body is responding to her attempts at seduction, her body will work to make sure he’s taking in the sights, with her attempts to seduce him getting progressively more **** until she gets visible confirmation that it’s working. (MILF)

Amelia had assumed that, like the original state of her transformation, the upgrade would be something she could overpower so long as she “consciously maintained control over her body” and maybe to an extent that was true.

As long as Amelia consciously maintained control over her body, she would not attempt to seduce her stepson. It seemed very clear that was the case.

But… she had failed in that endeavor. Letting her attention slip, even for a second, had resulted in her beginning this demented dance of maternal seduction, and as a result, the situation has escalated beyond her capacity to control it.

It was written right there and everything, but she had overlooked it. “Until Amelia becomes consciously aware of how Nick’s body is responding to her attempts at seduction, her body will work to make sure he’s taking in the sights, with her attempts to seduce him getting progressively more **** until she gets visible confirmation that it’s working.”

There wasn’t anything ambiguous about that; she had simply failed to interpret it properly. There was no “stopping” this through willpower. It was a definitive statement. “Until Amelia becomes consciously aware” could not be twisted. “Until she gets visible confirmation” again, not negotiable.

These were things that absolutely needed to happen before she could regain control over her body. And until they did, she would continue to press up against him like this. She would keep trying to seduce him, getting more **** in her endeavors until…

“Nicholas…” A moan escaped her lips and she felt his body jolt against hers. His fingers squeezed down on her breast, drawing out another moan. She trembled as she felt the effect of her Frigid transformation begin to warm her up, just as it had in the previous challenge. Desperation like she’d not felt in half a lifetime surged through her body, and she found herself all but ready to surrender to these wicked sensations.

What else could she do? This was no longer a problem that could be solved by her own hands.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Amelia couldn’t see his face with her eyes squeezed tightly closed like this. But the desperation in his voice made her heart sink. She could picture it vividly, the horrified expression he must be wearing right now as a result of his actions; he may have been blameless, but she knew how her stepson thought all too well.

Even though all this was her fault… the fault of her transformations… she knew he would blame himself for it. Even though it was HER hand keeping his in place!

It wasn’t fair that he should have to suffer for her actions. It wasn’t… it wasn’t…

He squeezed down on her breast again, sending another involuntary shock of pleasure through her body. It felt like she was melting into him, like her emotions were frozen in a glacier in her mind and the longer he touched her like this, the quicker it began to melt.

Unacceptable. If this continued, something that could not be undone would transpire. Everything between them would change, and Amelia didn’t want that. Of all the outcomes she could imagine resulting from this twisted exchange, that was the one she feared more than any other.

There was only one way to stop it from getting that far. And as Amelia felt her other hand reach out in the dark, fumbling for him, her fingers brushing against the collar of his shirt, she realized that if she didn’t take action, that moment they couldn’t go back from would happen sooner, rather than later.

Amelia **** her eyes open. Even though it meant seeing Nick’s face again. Even though it meant she could see how much he wanted her. Even thought it meant subjecting herself to his judgmental gaze, looking at her as a woman instead of as a mother.

Only she could end this. She just had to hope that he had responded the way she needed him to, because if he hadn’t… they would end up doing a lot more than this.

She took his other wrist in her hand, and as her arm lowered a chill ran through her veins. She knew what was coming. She knew what her body was going to make her do next.

And she knew that she needed to stop it. So she **** herself to look down, past his chest, past his hand on her breast, past his other hand, drifting lower, down to that part of her body that she had been thinking about all too often recently. (Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course.)

It was quite clear. The front of his pants pushed out as his erection strained against his clothes. A natural physiological reaction to sexual stimulus, completely ordinary and expected.

Relief washed through Amelia’s body as she saw the tent in his pants, and it was as if a spell had been broken somehow. Her body was hers again, and as soon as she regained control, she pushed with all of her might.

“A-ah!” Nick stumbled backwards, caught by surprise by the sudden and visceral rejection from his stepmother. Not that he blamed her, he had been trying to get away the entire time. But to be suddenly pushed away like this, it left him unbalanced, and he nearly fell over as Amelia staggered back.

“Ha… ha… N-Nicholas…” Amelia panted, her face flushed with sweat and excitement as she leaned against the doorframe, gazing up at her stepson with a heated look in her eyes. In that moment he no longer saw the woman who had raised him, but a woman in her purest, most primal form, her face filled with desire and want.

It should have repulsed him. This was his stepmother, after all! They were parent and child in all but blood!

And yet… he had been infatuated with her for so many years. As much as he saw her as his mother, he couldn’t change the feelings she had drawn out of him when he was just a boy. Puberty had not been kind to his psyche as a result of the trauma he’d gone through in adolescence, and her present in his life during that time had twisted him.

Just as this latest exchange had left him feeling twisted as well.

But he swallowed those feelings down and regained his composure. Or at least he tried to. He realized far too late that his fingers were still moving; his hand was still cupping a breast that was no longer there, giving it a squeeze, showing his stepmother just what he hungered for. Just what he was after from her.

Realizing what he was doing his hand snapped to his side. He opened his mouth to apologize, but a strained squeak was all that escaped his lips.

“Iiiiii… aiiiyeahhh…” Nick fumbled for the right thing to say, but he knew in the back of his mind that it was fruitless. There was no “right thing” to say for a situation like this.

“N-Nicholas!” Amelia managed to sputter out. It was unnerving. Normally so composed and put together, Nick was used to his stepmother being completely unshakable.

The woman in front of him was anything but that. It felt as though the perfect stepmother he’d always known had just been a carefully constructed mask, and for the first time he was getting a peek at the real woman beneath the mask.

A woman with desire. With…

With…

“I… I didn’t… I…” Nick couldn’t handle it. He tore his eyes away from her. He urged his body to run, but he found that his legs weren’t listening to him.

A moment sprang to mind, unbidden. A memory from his childhood of when he’d gotten in trouble for playing with a soccer ball in the house, and broke a vase. He’d wanted to run that day, too, but he couldn’t.

The memory of his stepmother’s piercing gaze kept him rooted to the ground. He knew, even back then, that if he ran, it would only be worse for him. It wasn’t as if he could escape her. She had made that abundantly clear. She wasn’t leaving. She was family.

He had surrendered then, admitted to what he’d done. Because he knew that was the best option available to him.

Running from Amelia… it was out of the question.

And nearly twenty years later, that still had not changed. Nick may have wanted to run more than anything, but he knew better.

He knew that if he ran… it would just make things worse.

So he stood his ground and waited for her to speak.

Briefly, he noted that the woman in front of him lacked the same intimidating stare he remembered from her now. She seemed weaker; softer; more ****.

Those weren’t the sort of thoughts one should have about their stepmother, at any age. But he couldn’t control them.

No more than he could control his hand when he was groping her, or the erection throbbing angrily in his pants.

“Nicholas…” Amelia was having trouble saying anything other than his name at this point. And “saying” wasn’t exactly an adequate description of what was happening, either. “Moaning” would be the more appropriate term.

Heat burned between them as, ironically, he remained frozen, wanting to explain himself away but finding he couldn’t.

Both parent and child had always struggled with communicating their feelings. And right now they were both at their deepest point of shame.

“…My transformation,” Amelia finally croaked out, struggling desperately to maintain some semblance of composure and control over the situation, but finding herself all but powerless to do so. “That is why… I…”

Nick flinched. “Transformation?” He squeaked out, remembering the terms of Amelia’s Mrs. Robinson transformation. This wasn’t the first time she’d behaved seductively towards him; but today, things had gone much further than they ever had before.

“I… enhanced the intensity of it,” Amelia managed to spit out, removing her glasses. Somehow, not being able to see him clearly made things easier on her. “With Sylvia… she asked to upgrade my transformation temporarily… and I acquiesced to her request.”

Why, now of all times, was Amelia able to express herself so perfectly? How many times had she struggled to make conversation with her stepson, with the other women on this island, and only now was she finding the words came out so smoothly?

It was a bitter irony indeed…

“You upgraded your transformation…?” Nick found his heartbeat was starting to slow down. Maybe because he knew for certain now that Amelia couldn’t see his face properly. She couldn’t see how much a part of him wanted to keep things going between the two of them, how much his body wanted to push things further.

It was wrong, and he knew it, but his body disagreed. He roped those inappropriate impulses in line, reminding himself that this was the woman who raised him, and **** himself to be an adult about this.

…And not in the way his body wanted!

“Yes, I… I upgraded it… as a favor…” Amelia could explain further, but what would be the point? Telling her stepson about how Gina and Sylvia had begged her to upgrade a transformation would just be an excuse. Trying to **** them to take responsibility for her own oversight.

Nick swallowed as he processed his stepmother’s explanation. It made sense now. If she’d upgraded Mrs. Robinson, then of course her behavior would escalate. Obviously her body’s attempt to seduce him would escalate.

Neither one of them were to blame here. It was just an unfortunate occurrence. One that was to be expected.

And forgiven.

“Nicholas, I-”

“It’s alright!” He blurted out, and she flinched, nearly dropping her glasses.

Amelia squinted at him, her mouth morphing into an “O” of surprise as she struggled to process what she had just heard.

“Nicholas…”

“You weren’t… yourself,” he said, trying to calm himself down as well. “Your transformation, you upgraded the Mrs. Robinson one, right? The one that makes you try to seduce me…”

Amelia swallowed. “…Yes,” she breathed in a panting whisper. A shameful blush spread across her face, no longer the picture of composed maturity she yearned for. “I believed that I could keep the transformation under control… that I could interact with you normally… but… it appears that I was mistaken.”

She took a step back, one hand clutching her glasses as she dug her fingernails into the doorframe with the other.

“Mom…” Nick croaked suddenly, startling her. He didn’t even realize what he had said, he just kept going in the heat of the moment. “It’s alright… I’m not upset. I’m used to stuff like this happening, I don’t blame you.”

“I… I see…” Amelia murmured. “Well… I am not used to it.”

She looked down at the floor. “…I’m sorry,” she whispered, finding it too difficult to look at him. Even though she couldn’t make out his face any longer, it felt far too shameful to remain in his presence. “I should never have…”

Nick didn’t know the specifics of how her upgrade worked, but he figured it must have been pretty intrusive.

That, he did have a lot of experience with.

“I should go,” he said, backing away from her. But when he saw the way she flinched, he stopped himself.

“Nicholas?” She eyed him warily, her vision fading.

“It’s not because I’m upset,” he gently explained. That was one thing he could do for her- explain himself. Unlike Amelia, who had such a struggle with expressing the meaning behind her words and actions, Nick could do this, at least. “I’m not upset about… about what happened. It wasn’t either of our faults. I’m just going because… I think that’s for the best. We don’t want to trigger your transformation again… right?”

Amelia nodded slowly as the words sank in, and she realized he was telling the truth. If she let down her guard, she would start to seduce him again. And until she saw his erection, she wouldn’t stop.

That was unacceptable. Inexcusable.

Nick was correct. They needed to be separated. Now. Before she did something else that she would regret.

“I am sorry…” Amelia whispered again. It was all she could do. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many ways she wished she could apologize to him, but none of them made it to her lips.

That simple apology would have to do for now.

“It’s alright,” Nick said, his heart thrumming at the twisted inversion of their relationship in this moment. It was a strange rush for him to be the one comforting her after something had gone wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, but the fact that it was…

It left him feeling strangely intrigued.

But he needed to stop those feelings. And whatever other feelings were starting to rise up in his heart right now.

“Stay away from me,” Amelia said sharply, stepping the rest of the way back into the room before closing the door in his face.

It was rude, the sort of rejection that would have stung deeply and left a scar in Nick’s heart. But for once, he didn’t need to read between the lines. He understood his stepmother perfectly in that moment, and nodded to the door, knowing that she wanted them to remain separated for both of their sakes.

“Thank you for helping me with Morgana,” he said softly, leaving before anything else could transpire.

Amelia sank to the floor and sighed deeply. He was gone, finally, he was gone. She would have liked that her stepson’s departure meant that she was finally free, and could calm down. But unfortunately, it wasn’t so simple.

Her Frigid transformation had been triggered. And the wording of that transformation was quite clear as well.

• Frigid: Amelia is not very interested in sexual intercourse with any of the people in the harem. Let’s change that! She might be a bit of an ice queen, but the more sexual contact a person gives her, the more she will start to heat up. Her pleasure levels will increase the longer the sexual contact lasts, until her icy exterior finally “melts”. [NOTE: This means an orgasm- and a very wet one.] (Ice Queen)

As her face burned with humiliation she cupped her breast with one hand, remembering his touch, as the other drifted between her legs, and she bitterly and shamefully got to work on completing the “melting” brought on by her stepson’s sexual contact.