Slow and Steady Wins the Race

I shake my head as violently as I can, immaturely hoping that rattles the thought away. I have done enough... too much maybe, for one day. I need to let her decompress and shower in peace... and looking at the state of my deflating cock reminds me that I need one too. I’ve got 13 gems, sure, but soon I’d have 29 and another delightful school day to explore... and if I need it, another blowjob or two to command. I crossed the line already, after all; now I just have to work on making her like it.

We shower in our respective bathrooms and I don't see her again until mom comes home with take-out. In perhaps the most awkward dinner we ever shared as a family, we eat in almost total silence while my mom tries to decode the tension. I wish I could say I was as sullen as my sister, but in truth I was stealing glances at my mom and being tempted to check her on the app. In for a penny, right?

“Did something happen in school?” she suddenly asks between gentle bites of fried rice.

My sister almost chokes on the honey chicken in her mouth. Thankfully, I was preparing for this much. “Well... sort of.” Before the daggers my sister stares at me can land, I follow up, “Our English teacher, Ms. Lia? She's been acting really... strange. I think she's having some kind of episode.”

“Oh?” mom deadpans. “Is this where you tell me somehow you both got detention?”

“What? No, not at all. It was really... really weird, is all.”

“Hmm...”

“She was mostly naked by the time of my class,” Alice finally chimes in.

“She was... wait, what?”

“Lactating uncontrollably in mine,” I calmly offer.

“What? WHAT?!”

That throws mom off the trail for now.

The next morning...

Despite my eagerness to again wait until midnight for the next update, the draining day proves too strong and I pass right out after dinner. I even manage to wake up on time when my alarm screams at 6:30 A.M. until I slap it. Realizing that "resting my eyes" had turned into almost nine hours of sleep, I quickly grab my phone and plug it in for a full charge on my table. Not wanting to wait, I sit there at my sleeping PC and snap to Custom Girls while the phone remains plugged in.

NOTICE FROM THE DEVELOPER: The energy harvested is helping us work around the clock to improve the Custom Girls app in every way we can. The application has been updated to include the brand new Modify button! Modification is a bit different from purchases: it always costs just one gem, but it replaces an existing customization with an option based on the original one, usually equivalent but always different. You can always check what modifications a given customization could produce before actually purchasing, so explore it now! Coming soon: Custom Cliques!

“Pretty neat, huh?”

“I guess? It's sort of- guhah!” My chair tips sideways as my body tries to leap out and slams into the armrest. It takes a few seconds to roll off from where I crashed onto the floor to realize that voice hadn't been in my head, at least not in the traditional sense: Jane is back and, as I stare at her in the dim light of the morning, I can tell she is... changed. I'm pretty sure her tattoos weren't glowing pink last time, or her nipples... or her eyes. Her horns seem bigger and curve backwards with a polished finish, and the tattoos... shift and move when I'm not looking at them, I'm pretty sure. “Y-You gotta stop doing that!”

“Dave? Are you alright?” My blood freezes as my mother's voice rings from just behind the door. Rather than wait for my response, the doorknob turns audibly.

“I-I'm fine, really!” It's all I can manage before the door swings open... and mom is confronted with me, my tipped over chair, and my demonic patroness of horniness. I sit there paralyzed as I fail to think of any story that could clear this up... and slowly, awkwardly, I realize she can't see Jane at all.

Mom's still wearing her bathrobe with her hair up in a towel; she probably got some chore or another started before getting dressed when she heard her only son clatter to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I wince as she walks forward, but her eyes remain focused on me. Even now she's likely to clip against the succubus, but at this point I'm guessing she'll walk through her like a ghost. “Oh honey... that must have been one Hell of a dream, huh? I heard your alarm so I figured... I'd...”

Her words begin to trail as she nears... and Jane begins to fade. No, it's more like Jane melts or vaporizes, but if that substance she becomes dribbled to the left and into mom instead of up to Heaven or down to Hell. Jane is completely vanished by the time my mom speaks again... and when she does so, it is with that same, demonic pink light creating a ring around her irises. “So like I was saying, pretty neat, huh?”

“Y-You're... Jane?” I almost hiss the question. “Is that you?”

“Yep! I mean possession is pretty rough on the energy reserves,” she explains as she goes back and closes my door, “but with everything you did yesterday... and even the residual energy coming off all the students waking up horny as Hell... just... wow! I figured a little treat is in order.”

“Treat-?” That's when Jane-Mom begins undoing her robe. “W-Whoa, whoa! You're going to... are you going to...?”

“Just a show, dear,” Jane-Mom explains in a voice so innocently motherly. Of course, she does this while she pulls the robe apart and reminds me just how perfect my mom's body is. Her pubic mound is a wilder jungle than that of my sis, but her wholesome hips go almost as wide as the colossal tits that, I can now confirm, are still a cup size up from Ms. Lia's. Despite this absurd body, every other part of her is sculpted perfection: muscles clench in her midriff and limbs, and the tiniest gap lives between her toned inner-thighs and her pussy before her natural thickness makes them touch. “I hope you'll consider continuing to perform with the app? I know it can be tempting to just leave things as they are, save to maximum, and enjoy life... but we want you to know that your ambition is welcome,” she assures me as she begins masturbating her clit and lifting her right tit to her own mouth, “and you shouldn't be afraid to reach as far as you can with the tools we have given you.”

I struggle to respond as I watch my mom mouth her own nipple, suctioning the entire areola into her mouth, without ever breaking eye contact with me. I settle on a firm nod.

Her titty pops audibly from her mouth as she licks her lips. “Good, good... oh! You should know that your primary vi... ah, your English teacher is going to see a therapist on Saturday. We're taking bets on what you'd do with that knowledge... and I've got a few doubloons riding on manage to even make that erotic... and my plates are on you, favored customer. Good luck,” she whispers before returning her nipple to her lips.

With that, the pink light vanishes with the abruptness of my mom's slow realization of what she was now doing. Her nipple pops out of her mouth, slick with her own spit, as her jaw goes slack. Her fingers rise up from her crotch to her eyes and confirm the lubricated mess that waits on them. Sputtering some apology, she closes her robe and goes for the door. “I-I don't know what came over... why am I h- oh God, Davy, I-I'm so sorry, I-”

“Wait, mom, it's alright-”

“No, it isn't-!” But she explains no further before my door slams shut behind her. Dumbfounded and still on the floor, I stare down at the tent in my boxers... and grumble in confused dissatisfaction. There aren't enough gems in the world!

Half an hour later, I'm showered and dressed for school. I go downstairs half-expecting mom, but instead I'm greeted to breakfast getting cold on a plate across the table from my sister... and a glance out the window tells me mom went to work very early. How was she processing what just happened? Probably not much better than my sister who still glares at me as she finishes her eggs. “Good morning to you too,” I manage to grumble. I don't give her a sincere ogle yet since she's mostly behind the table, but I can already tell she's all set to obey the app: I can see clear down her V-neck and into the cleavage of her free-hanging tits.

“Mom looked pissed. What did you tell her?”

“I didn't do anything.” It's the truth, after all.

Not that she accepts that. “You didn't tell her about... you know, did you?”

“What, about your punishment? Hell no, she'd have a cow.”

Alice finally starts to nod slowly in agreement. “Good... anyways, since you're awake at this hour now, think you can give me a ride?”

“Hell yeah,” I reply, earning her smile as I take a bite of my room temperature scramble.

“Good. I can't keep risking being late anymore, not while I'm on thin ice as it is...”

I just nod as I continue enjoying breakfast.

The silence of our meal doesn't last, though. “Hey... you're not going to make me like, suck your dick for the ride, right?”

“Christ Alice, no!” To be honest, I hadn't thought of it... but all the same, that would have to wait. “Like I said, just enough to satisfy Hatts when she asks how you're doing... and while mom is away and we're comfortable at home. No fucking around at school.”

“Ugh... so I have to taste that nasty shit every day...?”

“Hey!”

“Taste it yourself before you say a damn word.”

“Your pussy ain't exactly-” The glare I get doesn't let me finish the sentence. Slow and steady, Dave, slow and steady.

The car ride to school is mostly quiet. Me and my sister part ways to go to our respective classes. Ms. Lia would be there beforehand as always, probably alone unless her recent antics earn her some early morning lectures from one of her bosses. Despite my expectation, there are no fleets of news vans or raging parents lining the school's perimeter over her horny displays, so either the app was keeping things calm or somehow people just did not care. (Not likely, given my mom's reaction.) As I approach the classroom, I finally boot the app up and take note of the new modify button, my 29 gems, and Ms. Lia's name among others.