Max unsuccessfully tries to push it further.

And despite himself, the arousal-addled son felt his tongue running before he could blow the whistle.

"In that case, how about you show me some... extra love?" Grinning, Max leaned slightly back and patted his crotch, pressing against his hardening rod.

However, the expression on his mother's face creased a little. "Oh, baby, I..."

"What?"

Her flustered look swiftly gave way.

"You know that's completely inappropriate!" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "What... well, I understand that I turn you on, I do, and I love that you think of me that way, but... that doesn't mean you still can't behave yourself. What you imagine on your own time is your own business."

"B-but Mom--"

"No buts, young man."

"How is that fair?"

"Max," Amy voiced firmly, "drop it or I'm taking away vehicle privileges."

Max groaned and retreated back up the stairs to his room.

What a cock-block... but even in her sternness, she was still cute.

It really wasn't in the same ballpark, but it did feel like he ironically got less leeway these days as an older young adult than he did as a kid. He remembered how he used to just quietly look up at her with pre-adolescent woe and she would sigh and take pity on him as her young, fledlging motherly self used to do. "Mommy's mean," he'd say with a pout, or something or other. The thought drew a snort out of him now.

It was then that Max's eyes fell upon the machine, propped on his desk. A living deus ex machina. And another thought came to him.