He does some experimentation

He stopped in front of her again, pushed two fingers past her smiling lips and into the warm wet of her mouth. She didn’t bite. Didn’t pull away. Just held them there like a good little object while he pumped them in and out, still toying with the braid in his other hand, turning her on and off whenever he felt like it.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Liam couldn’t help but revel in the power he now wielded. It was exhilarating to see his strict and usually composed mother transformed into something so absurd yet under his control.

“Okay, Mom,” Liam said with a chuckle, pushing his head in between her thrust out tits, addressing the lamp-like Veronica. “Let’s see what else we can do.”

He picked the phone out of his pocket, studying it intently. The screen displayed the words “Subject acquired” over the image of the lamp. What did that mean? Was Veronica now permanently linked to this object in her mind? The words vanished as soon as Liam touched the screen.

Liam tapped through the phone’s interface, hoping for some settings menu or instruction. However, the screen remained static, offering no further insight into its workings.

“Looks like we’ll have to figure this out on our own, Mom,” Liam mused, turning his attention back to Veronica. She stood there, unchanged, a testament to the power he now possessed.

“I have to be careful with this,” Liam thought aloud. “I can’t let anyone else find out… they’d think I’m crazy.” He looked at Veronica with a mix of concern and fascination. How had this phone come into his possession so randomly, and why had it chosen his mother as its first “subject”?

Liam was still riding the high when he decided to see what else the phone would let him do. He swiped to the next picture in the gallery, an acoustic guitar and tapped it.

That same strange energy rolled through the room, clearer now that he knew what to feel for. Veronica’s bright lamp-smile melted into something serene. Her body started shifting, joints and muscles moving in slow, wrong ways until she settled into the new shape. Bow-legged stance, thighs spread to frame what was supposed to be the body of the guitar. Both arms stretched straight up over her head like the neck. Eyes open, vacant and glassy, staring at nothing.

Liam let out a dark little laugh.

“Mom,” he said, stepping in close, “you’re not just any guitar. You’re mine now.”

A guitar only existed to be played. That had to mean he could use her.

He dropped onto the couch, grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her backwards so she toppled rigid across his lap, straddling his thigh. She didn’t fight it. Didn’t even twitch. The complete lack of resistance made his cock throb.

He started “strumming” first, fingers dragging over the soft curve of her stomach, then lower, over the front of her trousers. When that wasn’t enough he popped the button, yanked the zipper down, and shoved his hand inside. No panties. Just hot, already-slick skin. He rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate strokes like he was finding the right chord.

Veronica answered with soft hums and buzzes, trying to make guitar noises for every pass of his fingers.

“Fuck,” he muttered, grinning. “You even make the sounds.”

He pushed two fingers into her cunt. She was tight and soaked, walls fluttering around him while she stayed locked in that stiff guitar pose. He finger-fucked her in time with the fake strumming, thumb still working her clit, and the little vocalizations she made pitched higher every time he curled against that spot inside her.

A laugh burst out of him. He still couldn’t quite believe it even with her rigid weight laid across his thigh and his fingers buried to the knuckle in his own mother.

He kept going, making exaggerated guitar noises of his own while she stayed perfectly still and did her best to match him. Then his other hand drifted up. He pinched her nose between his fingers and twisted it like a tuning peg. Her pitch shifted on the next hum, like she was adjusting inside her own head to whatever he set.

“There you go. Better.”

He added a third finger and fucked them into her harder. Her glassy eyes never left the wall. The only sign she felt any of it was the way her cunt clenched and the wet sounds filling the room.

The last of the shock burned off. What was left was darker and a lot more satisfying. His mother turned into an instrument he could just… play.

“Mom,” he said, voice low, “you’re a fucking rock star.”

He worked her until her thighs started trembling in that locked pose, then pulled his fingers out, slick to the palm. He stood her back up on her feet, wiped his hand on her trousers, and tapped the phone.

The guitar shape melted. She snapped straight into the lamp pose again, arms up, that huge smile locking into place.

“I’m happy to brighten your life!” she said as he pulled on her hair.

Liam didn’t bother hiding the grin. It had a sharper edge to it now.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You do. You dumb little bitch.”