His Mom

I prowled out of my door, my phone in hand. I opened the erOS app, and it took me straight to what looked like an AirDrop, except on top it said 'PEOPLE NEARBY' and was a bright, Valentine's Day red. There was only one icon... Mary Cohen. My Mother

"Jasper! I'm home!" My Mom cried out, as if on cue. I froze up. Was I really going to do this? I tentatively walked down the stairs, until I came to the kitchen. My Mom was bustling around, making some sort of pasta. I took a moment to admire her figure.

My Mom was a bombshell. She had been a model when she was younger, and it still showed. She had sparkling grey eyes, a captivating smile, flowing dirty blonde hair like me, with hints of grey showing through. But she also had an amazing figure. She had kept fit well into her age, and hardly anyone believed she was in her late 40s. She had a six-pack, for Christ's sake.

I had realised I found my Mother sexually beautiful a while back, but after some struggling with it, I guess I kinda accepted it. Everyone finds different people beautiful, and I found my Mom beautiful. It was just unlucky our relationship would be societally taboo.

She spun around suddenly.

"Heya! Got off work early." She said cheerfully. I grinned before helping her cook dinner. The whole time, my phone felt heavier and heavier in my pocket.

Finally, when my Mom was facing away from me, my curiosity won, and I whipped my phone out. I opened up the erOS app, and clicked on her name.

Suddenly, her body went rigid, and she began to fall. I yelped and grabbed her. Just like in the video, her eyes were glazed over. What the fuck?

"Uh M-mom? Are you okay?" I asked, worried.

"Yes, I am fine." She responded in a dull monotone. I let go of her, and she stood perfectly rigid.

"Sit down on the couch." I said, the first command that came to mind. Mom walked stiffly over to the couch, before planting herself on it. This was weird, but all sorts of theories spun through my head, attempting to explain this. Maybe she was just playing with me, and this was all some elaborate prank? I had to make her do something she'd NEVER do.

"Mom... I'm saying this to make sure this is not some prank, okay?" I winced, preparing for what I was going to say next.

"Strip."

Not even a flinch passed over my Mom's face before she slipped out of her receptionist clothing until she stood clad in nothing but lacy white lingerie. My mouth dropped. I could clearly see her large tits straining against the delicate fabric of her bra, and her toned thighs rubbing together in the cold. Damn, I knew Mom was a bombshell, but this was something else! She must've been hiding it under shirts at least two sizes too big as not to get groped by the perverts in her workplace

I caught myself, realizing Mom would never allow me to ogle so obviously at her.

But Mom showed no signs of discomfort, before slipping smoothly out of her undergarments, fully exposing her nude body. I finally saw her full, caramel breasts, each topped with a dark brown areola, the protrusion getting harder in the cold air. Her tits did not look like those of a woman in her late 40s, full and supple.

My eyes trailed downwards, glancing hungrily at the patch of trimmed brown pubic hair. I must've have gazed hungrily at my Mother for a loong two minutes before snapping out of my trance. I timidly met her eyes, which I expected to be filled with malice, but were glazed... just like in the video.

But maybe Mom didn't find me seeing her naked weird? I still had to be sure.

"Mom... sit on the couch and spread your legs." I said nervously.

She didn't even hesitate. She plonked herself on the grey couch and lifted both her legs up, exposing the pink, puffy slit beneath her legs. It was beautiful. I had seen many vulvas while watching porn, but somehow my Mother's was the most beautiful, a whitish bikini tan line surrounding it with a partially hanging out labia.

Hypnotized, I strode over to her and gently run my finger across her slit. I felt a shiver go up her spine, and I pulled my finger back wet, covered in a translucent juice. I was tempted to taste when I had a better idea. I dipped my finger towards my Mom's mouth.

"Suck." I commanded. My Mom dutifully opened her mouth and took my finger, covered in her pussy juices into her mouth. A satisfied groan left her mouth and she began to suck my finger, suckling on it like I would imagine a newborn babe would suckle on their Mother's breasts.

Speaking of breasts...

I sat down, noticing my Mother's breasts sway in time with her sucks. Gently, I withdrew my finger from her mouth, now covered in her saliva. Hypnotized, I gently cupped her fair breasts. They were soft and pillowy, and gave them a gentle squeeze. Mom sat up straighter. I began to knead them, occasionally pinching or tracing my finger around her areoles. Her breasts felt so... heavenly.

It must've been five minutes of me just squeezing my Mother's breasts when I realised I was pretty hard. For a moment, I was tempted to whip it out and command suck, but something in me didn't feel right about that, that it just felt... too soon, somehow. I commanded my Mother to get back in her clothes when I suddenly realised what had just happened.

Holy shit. erOS worked. I could... control people now. What the hell? I felt a crushing weight come over me, with this new power. A dark part of my mind was telling me just... let go, make everyone my **** but I dismissed it. As fun as it sounded, I knew I didn't want it.

"Mom? Okay, I'm going to make you back to normal, and you'll just remember passing out in the kitchen, before waking up here. Nothing in between, okay?" I stuttered nervously. My Mother merely nodded.

"Okay, back to normal in 3... 2... 1!" I said. Suddenly, my Mom's eyes closed and opened, and the dullness I had gotten used to was replaced with the trademark glint in her grey eyes. My Mother gasped, before looking around wildly.

"Mom! Are you okay?" I asked.

"Y-yes. W-w-what happened? I remember cooking, and you coming, then..." She said, trailing off. I couldn't even pretend like a part of me didn't feel guilty.

"You... passed out. I think it was the heat from the kitchen." I answered, hoping she'd believe my lie. She looked at me strangely, and for a moment I thought I was caught, but then she let out a deep sigh and rested her head back on the couch.

"Gosh... work's been so tough. I might need a rest." She muttered woozily.

"You do that. I'll finish up dinner." I answered quickly. I needed some time with myself. She smiled gratefully, and my heart ached. She loved me so much! Was this the right thing to do?