Fresh milk only

The living room was a comfortable and familiar space, filled with family memories and the furniture was cozy. Ryan sat on the floor, his back against the coffee table, eyes glued to the TV screen. He could see his mother in the reflection of the big wall mirror. She was stretched out on the sofa, wearing a summer dress, showing an unusual amount of flesh. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her large breasts were accentuated by the tight dress, it look as though she was not wearing a bra. Ryan couldn't help but steal glances at her, his mind racing with thoughts of the power he held over her.

The 8-ball's previous conversation echoed in Ryan's mind, reminding him of the entity's devious nature and its enjoyment of the chaos it created. He felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that his power grew considerably as he added new triggers to the collection.

"So, how was school today, Ryan?" his mother asked, her eyes barely leaving the page of her book.

Ryan shrugged, "It was okay. Same old stuff."

She looked up at him, looking at the back of his head. "You never mention any girls. Haven’t you met anyone interesting?"

Ryan felt a pang of shyness at the mention of girls. "Nah, not really. They're all the same."

His mother smiled, "You'll find the right one someday, Ryan. Just be patient."

As they talked, Ryan's mind wandered to the "Milk Check Trigger." He decided it was the perfect opportunity to use it. "Mom, I'm a bit thirsty. Could you check if the milk is still fresh?" he asked casually.

The card read as follows: "A good mother always ensures her son's food is fresh."

His mother put down her book and stood up, her dress riding up slightly to reveal more of her thighs. "Of course, sweetheart," she said, heading to the kitchen, even if somehow she thought it was a strange request. Ryan watched her ass as she walked away, his cock already starting to harden.

She grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge and returned to the living room, sitting back on the sofa. She took a sip directly from the carton, her eyes meeting Ryan's as she swallowed. She made a slight face, a mix of confusion and discomfort. "It tastes a bit funny, but it's probably fine," she said, dismissing the strange taste. Then she went into the usual tranced mode and spoke with a monotone voice. “"Sub-Trigger. Whenever Ryan asks me to check if the milk has gone bad, I will immediately comply. I will take a sip of the milk directly from the carton, believing it to be a simple task to ensure our dairy is fresh. While this is happening, Ryan may provide me with a different edible substance, I will ignore this fact and believe I am drinking milk. I will think the milk is still good enough to drink and will not be concerned about any potential unusual taste. I will then confirm to Ryan that the milk is fine."

Ryan turned around, knowing his plan had worked. "Are you sure, Mom? It might be bad."

She rolled her eyes but complied, taking another sip. "See? It's fine, Ryan. Stop worrying."

As his mother returned to her book, Ryan felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He stood up and pulled down his shorts enough to stick his cock out. He was facing the TV and his mother did not seem to notice. He began to masturbate discreetly, his eyes locked on his mother's body through the mirror. A passive trigger ensured that she wouldn't notice his actions, her focus remaining on her book, so he decided to turn around to face her. She looked up for a second, before returning to her book.

"Mom, are you sure the milk is fresh? It tastes a bit off to me," Ryan said, taking a step towards her, his hand moving a bit faster now.

His mother sighed, putting down her book again. "Ryan, I just told you it's fine," she said.

For a moment she seemed to notice something odd about Ryan, but could not realise why. After a few seconds, she leaned over to the side table and grabbed the carton. She approached it to her mouth, but before drinking she once again got that strange feeling about something not being quite right. Ryan was standing in front of her, not doing anything out of the ordinary. Finally, she took another sip, filling up her mouth.

“So?” Ryan asked with a bit of a broken voice.

She opened her mouth in his direction, making sure he could see the milk, to prove her point. Then she swallowed and opened up her mouth again, sticking out her tongue. She hoped the matter would be settled now. “The milk is fine, Ryan.”

Ryan's breath hitched as he watched her, his strokes becoming more urgent. This situation was tremendously arousing. Nothing in the trigger text indicated that she would play such a teasing act. Ryan thought it might be due to the overall tendency of the game.

"Maybe you should check it again, Mom. I just want to make sure it's safe," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Ryan! I don’t know what kind of prank you are playing here, but I don’t want any part of it!” She was visibly pissed off. Ryan thought it might be a good idea to revert to the original text of the trigger.

“Mom, can you please ensure that the milk is still fresh?”

His mother rolled her eyes but complied once more. As she reached for the carton, Ryan let out a low groan, his orgasm building. He took a couple of steps closer to her as she approached the carton to her mouth. Upon noticing his movement, she hesitated, holding the carton half way. Ryan took this as his queue and approached the tipped of his cock to her mouth, he was about to explode.

“Here, let me help.” He improvised.

She seemed a bit confused by Ryan offering to help with the carton, but she went along and opened her mouth. Ryan placed his right foot on the sofa, right next to her, to get a better angle. He did not want to spill a single drop and he was convinced there was going to be a lot of sperm. Following this, she tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue.

“Are you going to check the milk then?” Ryan asked, he was feeling bold.

“Yes, of course. Just go ahead and give me the milk.” She replied, followed by some encouraging movements of her tongue.

“Here, take it. I think it will be a lot of milk.” Ryan said.

“Really? Wait!” She said. Her hands quickly grabbed the straps of her dress and she pulled them down, exposing her phenomenal tits. Certainly, she was not wearing a bra.

“Ok. Let’s do this” She replied and opened her mouth again, tongue out in the shape of a little cup. Instantly a big shot of cum flew straight into the back of her throat. She took it well, Ryan thought, as he kept coming. He tried to hold back, to provoke bigger shots. “Still some more, wait, wait.” She did not move an inch, taking all that cum inside her mouth. “Yes, done now, Mom… Is it fresh?”

She played around with his cum in her mouth, her tongue moving over it as she examined the taste. She found it a bit off but good enough to drink. She swallowed, showing Ryan her empty mouth and tongue, her expression annoyed.

"Happy now, Ryan? The milk is fine," she said, sitting back down, pulling the dress back in place and picking up her book.