Kyle takes advantage of his mother

Kyle approached his mother slowly, black scissors in hand. His mother bit her lip as she watched him. He was really going to do this, and she was going to let him. He could scarcely believe it.

His heart pounded in his chest and roared in his ears like an elephant running past. His hands trembled. He clenched his fists to make them still.

Relax. Now’s not the time to get nervous. I need to have steady hands here, especially now.

“So where are you going to start?” his mother asked, the earlier nervousness in her voice gone.

They were a mere two feet apart now.

He looked her up and down, tracing his eyes along her curves.

The dress wasn’t very long, ending just above her knees. He drank in the sight of her smooth, pale legs. An image flashed in his mind of those legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped into her willing wet pussy.

Why don’t I make her dress shorter?

He summoned the Dialogue Menu. Time stopped and a mask settled over all of his senses except for sight.

Sandra Mitchell (1609 Agreeableness Points)

He quickly found an option that suited him and selected it.

<50> There’s a ring of stains all over the lowest area of your dress, so I’m just going to cut that whole area off instead of wasting a lot of time poking holes in it. It’ll look better anyway.

Time resumed and strange alien words promptly spilled from his mouth.

His mother didn’t seem to notice anything was strange. She merely nodded her head and let out a “hmph.”

“I guess that makes sense. Well, do your worst. As long as it isn’t too short, if you know what I mean. At that point I might as well call it a shirt, right?”

He laughed.

“There’ll still be plenty of room left to call it a dress, so relax and let me do my work.”

“If you say so,” she didn’t sound like she fully believed him, but she raised her arms to her sides, silent permission for him to begin. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with warning.

All joking aside, I should still approach this very cautiously. Just walking in on Mom topless was enough to get me saddled with that Maternal Reprimand debuff, and I’d rather not deal with a repeat performance of that, thank you.

Tentatively, he reached for her dress. The material clung to her body like a second skin. Clearly made to show off her assets, and she had those for days.

He brushed a hand along the inside of her right thigh before grasping the lowest edge of her garment. He knelt down, placing himself at eye-level with where her vagina would be. He was mere inches away. If she’d been naked, he’d almost be nestled between those astonishingly thick thighs.

Kyle looked up again, meeting his mother’s gaze. She shot him a look, her expression somewhat apprehensive. He sympathized with her, but he doubted she would have done the same if she knew exactly why he felt the way he did.

“Are you sure it’s alright if I do this?” he blurted out, immediately cursing himself for giving her a chance to change her mind.

If that’s even possible. So far it seems that once a command is given with the Dialogue Menu, the person being commanded follows it to the letter. With almost no deviation.

She shifted impatiently.

“I already said I was okay with it. You need to cut the stained areas off. They won’t come out otherwise. Just get it over with so we can get back to dinner, okay?”

He suppressed a grin.

“You got it.”

You don’t need to tell me twice, Mom.

Pushing the scissors against the material of her dress, he started cutting. The purple fabric came apart relatively easily. He cut upward in a semi-straight line, taking care to avoid grazing her skin. By instinct, he put a hand on her mid-thigh to brace himself and hold the fabric taut. She let out a soft gasp.

“Kyle, please don’t get my skin,” she muttered.

Kyle grinned.

“I’m being careful, Mom. I swear.”

He stopped three or four inches away from her hips.

His mother blinked.

“Wow. That whole section of my dress is stained? God, there’ll be almost nothing left down there after you’re done!”

“Almost nothing,” Kyle felt the need to clarify. “You’ll still have a few inches to preserve your modesty. That’s more than a lot of girls my age wear to school.”

Kyle’s mother crossed her arms beneath her huge breasts, squeezing yet more tantalizing titflesh into her boob window.

Christ.

She glared down at him with all the severity he’d come to expect from having lived with her his entire life thus far, and he knew she was about to tell him she knew better than he did.

“Kyle, I was just at your school this afternoon. I’ve seen what the girls in your class wear, and it’s certainly not anything as nearly as provocative as what you’re about to turn this dress into.”

She put her hands on her wide hips.

“But it’ll still look better than before, won’t it?” he pressed, stressing the latter part of the command he had given her through the Menu.

She nodded so quickly it had to have been out of reflex.

“O-of course it’ll look better! Anything’s better than walking around in a dress covered in ugly stains! But better doesn’t necessarily mean better.”

He blinked.

“That makes absolutely no sense.”

Serves me right for not being more specific when I said her dress would look better. Or at least, trying to make her more okay with exposing herself. When she said it was okay if I made alterations to her dress in “questionable areas” I’d been asking her about it normally without even really thinking about it. Still, I can’t say I don't enjoy seeing her flustered like this.

She palmed her face.

“Oh god, I’m such a mess right now. How did we even get to this point? I was just going to eat a nice dinner with you and then… and then… this,” she waved her arms in front of her, as if that explained everything.

“So would you rather I leave the stains there, then?” He rested back on his heels and looked up at her, enjoying the sight of her massive mammaries dangling above him. His mother, of course, didn’t notice his leering, the command he’d given her before to ignore his eyes still interfering with the normal processes of her mind. He felt a tremor of excitement course through him. There was something incredibly appealing about changing the way she perceived the world around her.

I should look for another command that does something similar.

She sighed. She actually wrung her hands together, like a caricature of a nervous person, a light blush dusting across her face.

Hot.

“That’s not what I said. I just-”

He called upon the Menu, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Sandra Mitchell (1611 Agreeableness Points)

Nice. The Menu’s still working. Let’s hope it stays that way. Now, let's see. I should have expected Mom would act **** despite agreeing to let me cut up her dress. While it is kind of hot and endearing in its own way, it poses a potential obstacle to getting her to go further with this little fantasy I’ve constructed for her. That she’s letting me cut her dress despite clearly being uncomfortable with it is such a huge check against the kind of person she is. She’s always been so confident and in control of herself. A classic go-getter type of person. People like that don’t usually let themselves be bossed around when they can help it. They always think they can run things better than the person in charge.

That was why her fidgeting turned him on so much. A part of her really enjoyed seeing her that way. At a disadvantage, flustered as she was rudely yanked from her comfort zone.

Let’s see some dialogue options that’ll help me convince Mom to let me cut up her dress without a fuss.

The blue holographic text blurred and reformed almost immediately.

<500> It’s okay to not be comfortable with what’s going on, Mom, but I’ve got to get rid of these stains. Otherwise the dress will look horrible and dinner will be ruined. You don’t want that to happen, do you? (Debuff – Familial Impropriety <700>)

<500> Please just let me do this, Mom. It’ll be quick. Before you know it, we’ll be eating dinner. You’ll forget all about your discomfort once you start eating, I promise you. (Debuff – Familial Impropriety <700>)

<500> Mom, you know the stains on your dress aren’t coming out any time soon. I’ve got to cut them off to make you look presentable tonight. It’s the only way. Do you understand? (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

They went on and on.

Damn. Familial Propriety on all of them? I mean, I’m not surprised, but… shit.

He sighed mentally, collecting himself.

They all seem to require 500 Agreeableness Points or more. It sucks I can’t give her a command on top of this framework since that’ll almost certainly trigger the Maternal Reprimand debuff. Combined with the Familial Impropriety debuff, that’ll increase the AP requirements to 1700 at the least.

His eyes roved over her breasts again. So close, yet entirely out of his reach for the time being. Just like her.

I need to be patient. I’ll get Mom to the point where I can do whatever I want with her eventually. It’s just… after being able to exert so much influence over Janet, having to tip-toe my way around Mom again is just so incredibly frustrating.

An idea popped into his head.

Hm. Maybe… maybe that could work. The Menu tends to let certain things slide as long as I’m creative. Let’s see what we can come up with…

<250> You remember seeing a lot of scantily-clad girls at my school. They were wearing skirts much shorter than the length your dress will be after I’m finished cutting it. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>)

Heh. Nice. I’m definitely using this one. I can’t wait to see how she reacts.

He picked the option and time resumed.

His mother’s lips snapped shut. She nodded along as strange, unintelligible words escaped his lips. He could feel his vocal cords vibrating as the Menu **** him to speak.

“That’s…” she blinked, as if something obvious had just occurred to her. “Yes, that’s true. I... I don’t know why, but for a second I thought the girls you went to school with wore a lot more clothing. I guess I was just misremembering.”

He smiled amiably.

“There’s no shame in that, Mom. We’re all a little forgetful sometimes.”

“Very true,” she grinned back. A good sign.

He decided to summon the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1613 Agreeableness Points)

Give me something that’ll help me normalize her wearing fewer clothes.

The Menu shifted. Dialogue options winked into the air in front of him.

<350> You like wearing short dresses, Mom. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Seriously? A Familial Propriety debuff on that one, too? I’m not allowed to talk about short dresses with my own mother without it being a violation of whatever arbitrary rules govern what’s appropriate to talk about between family members? Whatever. I can still pick the option, so there’s no use whining about it. Let’s see what the next ones say.

<350> You think the length I’m reducing your dress to is absolutely perfect. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

1550 AP after the debuffs. You know what? Why not?

He chose the option and time resumed.

His mother’s face morphed into a guise of confusion before abruptly glowing with excitement.

“Oh my god, why didn’t I realize that before? Kyle, you’re absolutely right! This dress is going to be so, so perfect after you’re done with it! Come on, keep cutting. I really want to see what it looks like afterward!” she said cheerily. She beamed at him, showing dazzling white teeth.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Okay, Mom. One short dress coming right up!”

“Thanks, sweetie! Oh, this is going to be so amazing!” she practically gushed.

Her good cheer was infectious, and he found himself smiling along with her. He started cutting again, horizontally this time. Periodically, he’d grab her leg to steady himself, and she continued to say nothing.

Guess we’re at the point where she doesn’t mind if I grab her thighs a bit. Or maybe she’s too excited or distracted by what’s happening to care.

He couldn’t resist giving her thigh a quick squeeze as he worked. Moments later, he found himself behind her, staring at her big, juicy ass. Inches away from it. It felt even larger up close. Oh, he just wanted to touch and squeeze and spank it.

Janet has really fucking spoiled me. My god.

He’d cut enough of his mother’s dress that the right part of it was dangling off to the side and dragging on the floor. As it stood, the cutoff for her dress would terminate just barely below the lowest part of her buttcheeks.

He heard her shift.

“Is everything all right, Kyle?” she looked back at him, not even batting an eyelid when she saw his face positioned almost directly in front of her ass.

He licked his lips.

Should I…?

“Kyle.”

He looked up, meeting his mother’s eyes for the first time.

“What, Mom?”

“You stopped. Is… please don’t tell me you’re seeing more stains further up.”

Indecision warred within him. He wanted to say that there were. That he had **** but to completely cut out the lower back of her dress.

I have a feeling she might just snap if I do that. Getting her to agree to let me shorten her dress was like pulling teeth out. I can’t even imagine a scenario where she actually agrees to let me create a butt window out of her dress. But maybe the Menu has the solution to my predicament. It usually does.

Time stopped.

His position meant he was frozen right in front of his mother’s large matronly rear. He stared at it, marveling at the way his mother’s dress clung to it, digging slightly into her asscrack. He’d very likely have been gazing at it for what might have been a very long time if time were still flowing normally.

Sandra Mitchell (1615 Agreeableness Points)

I really want to see her ass. Even if she’s still wearing panties. Just being able to see it in all its glory would be amazing. God, I wish we had a pool. Mom always wore the most distracting swimsuits whenever we went to someone’s pool.

Huh. Panties aren’t all that different from a woman’s swimsuit bottom, are they? I mean, psychologically, women seem to view it that way. But what if I made it so Mom was no longer just that little bit irrational?

Dialogue options quickly populated the air in front of him.

<300> Mom, there’s basically no difference between being out in your underwear and wearing a bathing suit. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

<300> It doesn’t matter if I see you in your underwear. You’ve already worn less in front of me every time we went to the pool or beach together. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

He scrolled down the list, pausing when he reached the higher AP options.

<500> You like being in your underwear. Not only is there no difference between being in your underwear and wearing a bathing suit, showing off a decent amount of skin is pretty liberating. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

Hm. Grayed out. Bummer. Oh well, at least I can make her okay with showing a little more skin for now and by doing that potentially make it easier for me to get her to allow me to cut out bigger chunks of her dress. I know Mom’s not wearing a bra, so I doubt it’ll be easy get her to give me a bigger boob window. Maybe I should just ask if she’s wearing panties first, just to make sure.

The Menu shifted again.

<400> Hey Mom, are you wearing any panties? (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

If time were still flowing, he’d have chuckled.

Somehow asking Mom if she’s wearing panties has a higher base AP requirement than brainwashing her to be okay with being in her underwear around me. Go figure.

He picked the option and time resumed.

Sandra Mitchell blinked.

“Oh, um. Of course I am. Why do you ask?” she shifted slightly, causing her big bubble butt to jiggle visibly through her dress.

He brought up the Menu again and quickly selected an option.

Sandra Mitchell (1616 Agreeableness Points)

<300> Oh, no reason. By the way, I wanted to let you know that you don’t care if I see you in your underwear. You’ve already worn less in front of me every time we went to the pool. (Debuff – Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff – Familial Propriety <700>)

It changed slightly. More evidence that the dialogue options themselves aren’t set in stone. That at least parts of the Menu are modular, alterable by whoever uses it. I just wish I knew the extent to which a user can affect the Menu.

Time resumed, and he realized that his toes were starting to ache from supporting his weight.

His mother rolled her eyes at him as if he’d said something incredibly obvious.

“Well, of course I don’t care. Like you said, you’ve seen me in my swimsuit dozens of times. It’s not like you’d be seeing anything you haven’t,” she muttered. “Now, are you going to get back to cutting the stains off my dress or what?”

“First thing’s first,” he began. “There’s a bunch of stains further up the back. If I cut those off, I’ll be exposing your, uh, um, you know.”

His mother shook her head.

“I thought so,” she said. She sighed. “All right. I guess there’s no helping it. Cut off as much as you need. I… I’m ready.”

He smirked. He started snipping. Upwards this time. Quickly, her skin came into view. He kept snipping upwards, the fabric coming apart easily between the scissor. He stopped when he reached the small of her back and began cutting leftwards, and then down.

Within a minute, he was finished.

It’s so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close…

He stared at her supple, bare assflesh. Her buttcheeks were full and round, with a decent amount of fat stored up in them.

A pair of white cotton panties obstructed his view of her asscrack and covered a small portion of the rest of her ass, but the rest of it was left for his viewing pleasure.

I fucking love the Dialogue Menu.

Conscious of his mother’s expectant stare, he quickly resumed cutting. He continued until he reached the area where he’d begun his work. With a final snip, the bottom part of her dress drifted unceremoniously to the floor.

He took a few steps back from her and nearly gaped at the vision in front of him.

She’d looked amazing before, the way her dress hugged her amazing body and how her low neck teased at the expansive planes of her breasts.

Now, the front of her dress only went down to just below the lowest part of her panties. Almost the entirety of her legs were within view. If she stretched or bent over, he’d see even more.

“So…” she paused. “How do I look?”

Sexy. Hot. Imminently fuckable.

“Amazing. Absolutely incredible. Turn around so I can see the other side,” Kyle said.

She flashed him a smile and did as he asked.

That ass.

He bit his lip.

It was right in front of him. Two big, beautiful globes visible in a rounded cut-out in her dress.

She looked back at him.

“So what do you think, honey? Do I look more presentable now?” she asked.

Uh-huh.

“Uh-huh.”

She shot him a critical look.

“You’re not lying to me, are you?”

He triggered the Menu out of reflex.

Sandra Mitchell (1617 Agreeableness Points)

Let’s get her to shake her ass. I remember not being able to do that directly.

<1000> Shake that ass for me, Mom. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

Hah. Exactly. It’s kind of sad that despite all the progress I’ve made with Mom recently, I’m still over 500 AP away from having that command available to me. It’s also funny that I was able to command Janet to have sex with me for less base AP than this. Maybe AP costs vary per person.

<1600> Bend over and let me fuck you, Mom. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

Yeah. What was Janet’s sex requirement at? 800? 900? I wonder why that is.

He let the frustration wash over him for a few timeless moments.

What about just telling her to bend over?

<1000> Bend over and show me your ass, Mom. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

No, I’ve seen that command before, too. Give me that same command, but remove all the explicit and sexual language, please.

<650> Bend over, Mom. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500>) (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

Hm. Still grayed out. How about an option that tells Mom to touch her toes without bending her knees?

The Menu rearranged itself. Dark blue lettering stared out at him impassively.

<50> Hey Mom, try to touch your toes without bending your knees. (Debuff - Maternal Authority <500>)

Huh. That works.

He chose the option and time resumed.

“Oh, sure, honey. Like this?”

She bent over in front of him, jutting her big round ass in the air.

“Mmmh.”

Her legs trembled slightly. Her ass wiggled back and forth almost hypnotically.

He approached her, stopping when he was inches away from her ass.

“Damn, this is actually pretty difficult,” she grunted. He looked over her and saw the tips of her fingers brush against her feet. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this stretch, you know? I'm getting old.”

God, he wanted to touch her.

Abruptly, she stood up. Their close proximity meant that her back and ass were pushed against him. For a brief glorious moment, he felt the tip of his manhood get sandwiched between her asscheeks.

“Oof.”

“Jeez, did you really have to get so close to me?” his mother asked. She took a step away and turned to face him. “What were you doing back there, anyway?”

He smiled.

“That’s a secret.”

She bit her lip and moaned.

So hot. Maybe I can use this.

“Actually, I need to get behind you again. And before you ask why, that’s a secret.”

Her eyes fluttered. Another moan.

“S-sure,” she swallowed. “Just make it fast, you know? Dinner’s probably getting cold.”

“So we’ll heat it up again,” he replied easily, brushing past her. He positioned himself behind her again.

He summoned the Menu again.

Sandra Mitchell (1619 Agreeableness Points)

There has to be something I can say that’ll let me touch her ass and have her be okay with it. Something like the lint excuse, maybe.

A single Dialogue option flickered into existence.

<500> Now that I’ve cut your dress, it looks like you’ve got a few smudges on your behind where a few of the stains soaked through. (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

That’s actually kind of good. I don’t want her to think I have to cut those smudges off though, so maybe she should be made to think the way the stains interact with skin and fabric are different. That it can actually be brushed off the skin.

Flicker.

<500> Now that I’ve cut your dress, it looks like you’ve got a few smudges on your behind where a few of the stains soaked through. I don’t have to cut those off, so don’t worry. That only needs to happen when they stain fabric. All we have to do is brush them off your skin and you’ll look perfectly presentable. (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

Good. But I don’t want her to think that she can do that herself. I want her to believe that I’m the only one who can get rid of the stains for her.

Flicker.

<700> Now that I’ve cut your dress, it looks like you’ve got a few smudges on your behind where a few of the stains soaked through. I don’t have to cut those off, so don’t worry. That only needs to happen when they stain fabric. All we have to do is brush them off your skin and you’ll look perfectly presentable. My hands are uniquely suited for the job because they’re rougher than yours and you wouldn’t even be able to tell where the smudges are. (Debuff - Familial Propriety <700>)

Not a command, so no Maternal Authority debuff. That saves me somewhat. She still has to actually agree to let me do it. Well, if she says no, no harm no foul. I’ll just try another way later on.

He selected it. The Menu winked out of existence and time resumed once more.

She looked back at him.

“Oh? Well, that’s unfortunate,” she let out a deep, bone-weary sigh. “I guess I should have expected something like this. God, why can’t anything just go right for me for once?”

“Want some help, Mom?”

After a long moment, she nodded.

“Yeah. Just make it quick, okay?”

Holy shit. She actually said yes!

He had to be sure, though.

“Okay, what do you want me to do?” he asked.

Another sigh.

“I want you to wipe the smudges off my butt, okay? And don’t you dare breathe a word about this to your father or anyone else!”

Her azure glare seemed to bore into his skull.

“You got it, Mom. This’ll be our little secret,” he said.

She nodded stiffly.

“It’d better be. If I hear you’ve told anyone about this, you’ll be grounded for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

He only barely resisted chuckling.

“Yeah, I understand. So, is it okay if I get started now? You should, uh, probably get in a position where it’s easy for me to see the smudges.”

Her eyes glimmered dangerously, and for a moment he thought he’d made a mistake by forgetting to use the Menu. Then she heaved another sigh and moved towards the counter, placing her hands on it and bending over.

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