Kyle AI, unprovoked and unannounced

Little AI story here, if you like me to continue - pls comment or like, cause I have low motivation otherwise.

The app was weird, to say the least. Kyle had stumbled upon it while aimlessly scrolling through the dark corners of the internet. It promised a way to fulfill your deepest desires, to flip the script on the most mundane aspects of life. At first, he had dismissed it as another scam, but something about it intrigued him. He downloaded it and scoffed at the user agreement, which included a warning about the irreversible nature of the changes made. He shrugged it off as a dramatic attempt to boost downloads and opened the app.

The interface was sleek, with a simple layout that made it eerily easy to navigate. It listed various roles in his life: son, student, friend, and, most intriguing of all, sex-partner. His curiosity piqued, he clicked on the latter, and to his surprise, his mother's and father's names appeared as options. With trembling fingers, he tapped on "Sarah," his mother's name, and the app prompted him to select a new role for her. Without thinking, he switched her from "Mother" to "Mother/Sex-Partner," stealing the second role from his dad's tab. The app flashed, and a strange energy seemed to pulse through the phone before everything went black.

Kyle chuckled to himself, convinced he had just wasted his time on a glorified screensaver. He tossed the phone onto the bed and went to bed.

Today was different, Kyle could not shake the feeling as he get up from his bed, brushed his teeth and got dressed for the day. The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the usual morning banter between him and his dad. Mark had always been the first to rise, his robust laughter echoing through the hallways as he started the coffee machine. But today...

"Good morning, honey!", Sarah's melodious voice sang out from the kitchen, as sweet as a freshly baked pie. She had prepared Kyle's favorite breakfast: eggs benedict with a side of crispy bacon, the aroma wafting through the air and tickling his nostrils. Her blond hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, showcasing her high cheekbones and the sparkle in her eyes. She wore a floral apron that accentuated her figure, her large soft breasts pressing against the fabric. As Kyle entered, she spun around, her smile widening like the sun breaking through the clouds on a gloomy day.

Her attentiveness to him was almost smothering, like a warm blanket on a winter's night. She hovered around him, placing the steaming plate before him and pouring a tall glass of orange juice. "Is everything okay, Mom?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. Her gaze lingered on him, as if memorizing every curve and freckle. "Everything's perfect, darling," she replied, her voice dripping with affection. "I just want to make sure you have the best day ever."

Her touch was more frequent than usual, her hand brushing against his shoulder as she reached for the salt, her hip bumping his as she cleared the dishes. Kyle felt a peculiar warmth spread through his body, a mix of comfort and disquiet. "Mom, where is dad?", he finally asked.

"Oh, Mark? He had to leave early for work," she said breezily, her hand lingering on the small of Kyle's back. "You know how he is a provider for our family. He's such a hard worker."

Kyle nodded, his gaze lingering on the plate of food before him. The eggs looked perfect, the yolk threatening to spill over the toast. He knew his dad had always been the one to leave early, but this felt...different. The air was charged with a tension that made his skin tingle.

"So, what's on your schedule today?" Sarah inquired, her eyes never leaving him. Her hand traveled down to rest on his thigh, her thumb making small circles through his jeans.

"I've got school," Kyle replied, his voice cracking slightly. "But I've got some time before my first class."

Her smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "Why don't you sit down, and let me take care of you before you go?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You know, just like I did to your father before."

"What? Mom, I don't think this is funny," Kyle stuttered, his heart racing as he looked at her hand on his thigh. But the laughter didn't come. Instead, Sarah's expression grew more intense, her eyes darkening with a hunger he had never seen before.

"It's not a joke, Kyle," she said, her voice low and insistent. "Your dad is no longer my sex-partner, you are. And I do hope you will be a more...satisfying one."

Kyle's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fear. He knew his mother was going through a phase, but this was too much. He pushed his chair back, his heart racing as he tried to stand. "Mom, stop it. This isn't right," he managed to say, his voice shaking.

But Sarah was unrelenting. She stepped around the table, her apron fluttering as she moved closer to him. "You're 18 now, a man," she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone that made his stomach flip. "And it's time for you to take on your family role!"

Kyle felt trapped, his mind racing. He looked around the kitchen, searching for an escape route. His mother's hand slid up his chest, her thumb tracing the outline of his hardening nipple. "Please, Mom," he whispered, his voice cracking.

But she was already on her knees, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands worked at his belt buckle, her breath hot against his skin as she spoke. "I need this, Kyle. We all have our roles in this family, and now, yours is to satisfy me."

The sound of his zipper echoed in the room, his mother's eyes never leaving his as she pulled out his thick, veiny cock. He was hard, despite his fear, and he couldn't believe what was happening. He felt like he was in some kind of twisted dream. "Mom, please," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

But Sarah's eyes were wild with desire, her pupils dilated as she took his shaft in her hand. "You're so much bigger than your father," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So much more...potent."

Kyle's mind was racing, trying to process the situation. He didn't understand why his mom was doing this, why she had switched roles with him so suddenly. But as she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over the tip of his cock, his body began to betray him. He felt his hips buck slightly, pushing into her touch despite his protests.

Her mouth closed around him, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, and Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head. He gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold onto reality. This couldn't be happening. But the wet warmth, the suction, the way she moaned around him, told him it was all too real.

Sarah's hands roamed over his thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she took more of him into her mouth. He could feel her saliva dripping down his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. The pleasure was intense, a tornado of sensation that was threatening to sweep him away.

Kyle's mind was a tornado of thoughts, swirling with confusion and arousal. He looked down at his mother, her blond hair a mess around her face as she bobbed up and down, her breasts bouncing with each movement. This wasn't right, he knew it, but his body was responding in ways he couldn't control.

Her eyes locked onto his, and he saw the desperation in them, the raw need. She pulled away, panting, and stood up, her apron falling to the floor. "Now, Kyle," she demanded, her voice trembling. "I need you to fill me up, me and your dad have being trying for a new sibling for you for a while, maybe you will be more successful."

Kyle's mind was a blur of confusion and lust. He didn't know what to believe, but his body was responding with a hunger he had never felt before. He took a step towards her, his cock bobbing with each movement. It felt like he was in a trance, like he was someone else, someone who didn't care about the rules or the consequences.

Sarah led him to the couch, her hips swaying with each step. She pushed him down onto the cushions, her own breath ragged. "Take me, Kyle," she begged, her voice a mix of need and authority. "Make your mama feel good."

Kyle's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. He looked down at his mother, her large breasts heaving with excitement, and for a moment, he couldn't believe this was happening. But his cock was rock-hard, pulsing with desire, and his body seemed to have a mind of its own. He watched, almost detached, as she straddled him, her wet pussy hovering over his erection.

With a deep breath, he pushed aside his fears and doubts. If this was a dream, he might as well enjoy it, he thought. He reached up to cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. Sarah gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh. Her nipples grew hard under his touch, and he felt a jolt of excitement shoot through him.

"Wow, honey, easy on my nipples- Agh!" Sarah's gasp turned into a moan as Kyle pinched them a little too hard. He had always been a little rough with his toys, and it seemed like that habit was now transferring to the real deal.

He watched, his heart racing, as she slid down onto his cock. She was so wet, so warm, so tight. It was nothing like the fumbling, awkward encounters he had had with his high school sweetheart. This was his mother, and she was taking him like a champ. Or was he taking her? The lines were so blurred in his mind.

Sarah began to ride him, her large breasts bouncing in his face, so his mouth found one and sucked greedily on the nipple. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through his body. Kyle decided to try biting it, and her moan was music to his ears. This was definitely not a dream, and somehow, it was turning him on more than he could ever have imagined.

Her hips moved in a slow, sensual rhythm, her wetness coating him completely. Kyle felt like he was being swallowed by a warm, velvety embrace. He had never seen his mother look so beautiful, so alive with desire. Her blond hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing it like a halo, as she threw her head back and let out a deep, guttural moan.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and she looked down at him, her pupils blown wide. "Oh, Kyle," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "You're going to make me cum."

The words sent a bolt of excitement through him, and he bucked his hips upward, driving himself deeper inside her. Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Her pussy clamped down on him, and he felt the warm gush of liquid spurt out, soaking his stomach and chest.

It was a sensation he had never felt before, and it was as shocking as it was exhilarating. His mother's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing with pleasure as she squirted all over him. Kyle's mind raced, trying to process what was happening. He had always thought of his mother as a saint, someone pure and untouchable. But here she was, writhing in ecstasy on top of him, her body betraying her in the most intimate way possible.

As she came down from her high, her breathing ragged and her skin glistening with sweat, she looked down at him with a wild look in her eyes. "I can't believe it," she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion. "I never squirt with your father."

Kyle's eyes widened with surprise, and he felt a strange mix of pride and guilt wash over him. He had always known his parents had a good sex life, but this was something new, something he never would have expected. "Really, well maybe I am a better lover than dad," he murmured, not sure if he should be proud or scared of what he had just said.

Sarah leaned down, her breasts pressing into his chest, and whispered in his ear, "You are." Her voice was a siren's call, pulling him deeper into this twisted reality. But soon, the haze of passion lifted, and she was all business again. "Now, off to school," she said, climbing off him with surprising agility. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing a bit of saliva across her cheek. "We can't have you being late on your first day as the man of the house."

Kyle's cheeks burned with a mix of arousal and embarrassment as he stumbled to his feet. He quickly cleaned himself up, his eyes avoiding the mirror as he tucked his still-hard cock back into his pants. "What if Dad finds out?" he managed to ask, his voice shaking.

Sarah chuckled, "What? Why would he care? I mean, he was my sex-partner yesterday, but it is your role from now on, he has to work harder to provide for us. He knows the deal," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She straightened her dress, her movements languid and graceful.

Kyle felt a cold shiver run down his spine. The reality of the situation was setting in, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. But as he looked at his mother, her skin still flushed from their encounter, he knew there was no going back. He had crossed a line, and now he was a part of this twisted new dynamic.

With a sigh, he grabbed his backpack and headed for the door. "Remember, your role is to satisfy me and to be the man of the house," she called after him, her voice echoing in the hallway. "And don't worry about your father, I'll handle him."

The drive to school was a blur. Kyle's mind was reeling from what had just happened. He couldn't believe he had just had sex with his mother. It was something he had never thought about, never dreamed about. But here he was, his body still humming with the aftermath of their encounter.