Mom is paused, she can wait.

You need to get off. It's as simple as that. You'll be able to think straight enough to figure out the mind control function of the remote if you relieve yourself with a bit of frotteurism.

You stand up and grab your youthened mom's left arm and move it out at a 90 degree angle as a test. It hangs out there when you let it go. Cool. You pull both her arms above her head, then slip her tank top up and over. She stands there in just her thong with her hands above her head. You grope her tits from in front this time as she stares at who knows what, oblivious.

"I promise you'll enjoy this as much as I do once I figure everything out, Mariluz," you say.

She remains skeptically silent.

"But for right now, I'm fucking horny," you inform her.

You bend her over at the waist, then arrange her hands and arms to support herself as she presses her palms on the floor. Not that it seems necessary. Gravity doesn't seem to be working normally on her paused body. Her hair still drapes her naked back, even in this position.

You return to the back, admiring what being bent over does to her butt before slipping the straps of her thong over her hips and then easing the skimpy garment down around her ankles. You bend her knees a little to put her ass at just the right height, then strip off your own pants and lay your hardened cock along the bisected globe.

You rub the underside of your ever-hardening cock along her curvy ass.

"You had such a great ass when you were young, Mariluz!" you praise. "It's just so very fuckable!"

Her silence indicates she doesn't disagree, so you continue to hump along, sliding along her ass until you explode all over her naked back and hair.

You sigh in relief. You blush a bit, realizing you're a filthy pervert, but you're surprisingly ok with that. You grab a dish towel and do a sloppy job of cleaning up your frozen, youthened mom and redress her.

Then you pull up a chair next to her and resolve to figure out the remote.