Wrist cold like icе cream, on my team no rest

It took Amelia longer than she would have liked to process what was going on in front of her.

As a woman who prided herself on prioritizing rational thought, the moments when her brain stopped working due to an emotional overload were few and far between. But for some reason, seeing Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin on her back on top of the dining room table with her stepson’s head between her legs caused something in her brain to short circuit, and she found herself incapable of formulating a single coherent thought.

But at least she wasn’t the only one.

When Nick heard his stepmother reenter the room his head shot up and he looked at her, his eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Paralyzed by the reality looming in front of him, he tried to come up with an explanation but just like Amelia, his brain refused to cooperate with him.

The two just stood there, staring at each other, for what felt like an eternity. In spite of Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s taste blossoming across his tongue, his mouth felt dry and his throat ached.

As for the assassin herself- for obvious reasons, she didn’t say anything either. But unlike the both of them, she was content in her silence, ignorant to the overbearing cloud of awkward tension hanging over the room as stepmother and stepson stared at each other in mute shock.

The first coherent thought to pass through Amelia’s mind was that surely she must be misunderstanding the situation, yes? Certainly her stepson would not be so recklessly brazen as to orally service someone while his stepmother was in the next room preparing dinner. Latching onto that, Amelia removed her glasses, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose, hoping that when she took another look everything would somehow make far more sense than what she was seeing in front of her right now.

To call that “wishful thinking” would be massive understatement.

Without Amelia staring directly at him for a few seconds, enough time had been bought for Nick to start really processing what was going on.

He still couldn’t formulate any words to explain himself by the time Amelia replaced her glasses and checked again to see that, no, the situation had not in fact changed in the slightest.

The teacher’s eye twitched, and she was **** to confront the reality of the situation in front of her.

“Nicholas,” she said with a voice like ice, “what exactly is going on here?”

Nick froze in place while Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin lazily raised her head, her expression dewy with satisfaction. She clearly didn’t mind the situation, even if her sexual partner was in a blind panic at the moment.

At least hearing Amelia’s voice was enough to shake Nick out of his fugue, and he was finally able to say something in his defense.

“I-I’m sorry!” He blurted out, eyes wide. “It just… it just kind of happened-! I didn’t mean to… that is… I just-!”

Amelia raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. She was perfectly content with giving her stepson all the time he needed to explain himself, but even if she had no intention of rushing him that didn’t lessen the pressure he was going through even a little bit. Nick was practically in a flop sweat under his stepmother’s withering gaze, and he **** himself to not start babbling.

“…When you, um, left… Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, she…” Nick stepped away from the slender girl and glanced down at her, shame burning across his face. It felt so wrong to blame her for what happened, after all, he had been a more than willing participant in the debauchery, but his stepmother had always impressed upon him the value of honesty, and he’d no-doubt already disappointed her enough in the last five minutes to do it again by not giving her the full truth.

So why couldn’t he get the words out?

As he fumbled for an explanation that could put everything into the proper context, a memory from the distant past popped into his mind, unbidden.

“Do not keep secrets.” Nick remembered the first time she had told him that. It scared him, because he thought that his stepmother was being mean and rude. It was only later that he’d realized the meaning of her words; she had been trying to tell him that he could be honest with her about anything, that if he told her the truth, she would do her best to not get upset with him.

That was when he started to really see his scary stepmother in a different light, and realize that she cared about him in her own way, and just didn’t know how to show it.

Recalling those days made telling the truth suddenly so much easier, and Nick sighed in relief as he raised his head and gazed into the older woman’s expectant eyes.

“…Spending this afternoon with me, after being cooped up all morning with you, I guess it got her in a weird mood,” he said, trying his best to explain the assassin’s motivations as much as he could understand them himself. He glanced at Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, who nodded in firm confirmation. Good, he was doing good so far.

Amelia nodded slightly as her eyes caught the twitch of the slender girl’s ears. She remembered the transformation that had given the assassin those elven ears, and what effect they had. Apparently, Nick had talked enough on their date to get her unbearably aroused.

“…So you were tending to her needs, then?” Amelia summarized.

Nick stiffened and nodded. “That… that’s right,” he said, relieved that Amelia could see where he was coming from. “I didn’t want her to go through a whole meal getting frustrated and pent up, so… I thought it would be best if I took care of things before it came to that.”

The look of frantic desperation in the short woman’s eyes and the way she practically tore his clothes off had contributed to that feeling as well.

Amelia slowly nodded as her appraising gaze traveled from her stepson to the smirking assassin, and back to Nick again.

“…I believe a trip to the bathroom may have been appropriate in this situation,” the adult in the room bluntly pointed out.

Nick lowered his head, flustered. He couldn’t really argue with her on that one. Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin silently giggled in agreement. She seemed like the only one actually happy with the present situation.

Amelia cleared her throat. “Well. I believe we should chalk this up to an unfortunate misunderstanding, then. It is a good thing that I arrived before the situation escalated any further. If things had proceeded to the level of sexual intercourse-”

“It wouldn’t have gone that far!” Nick blurted out, causing the dark-haired girl on the table to snap her head towards him. The assassin’s mouth twisted into a surprised “O” and she narrowed her eyes into a scowl. Apparently the two of them hadn’t been on the same page at all about where this night was headed.

But that was hardly Amelia’s concern.

“It may not have been your intention, but these things happen,” she pointed out, leaning forward and cocking her hip to the side. Unconsciously, she lowered her arms slightly so they were under her breasts now instead of over them, pushing her chest up slightly to emphasize the slight swell of her boobs a little more. “That is why it is so essential to be careful and to keep your wits about you.”

Nick blushed. What Amelia was saying was correct, of course- he’d already been walked in on once today, after all. But at the same time, did she have to say it while presenting her slender figure as if she were trying to seduce him!?

He remembered her Mrs. Robinson transformation and realized that, yes, she did.

At the same time, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin listened to Amelia chastising the both of them while showing off like a pinup model, and seethed at the older woman’s hypocrisy.

It took longer than Amelia was proud of to realize what she was doing, and her cheeks pinkened as she straightened up and put a stop to it.

“…Ignore that,” she requested. “Just as you find it difficult to control the effects of your transformation, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, so too do I have difficulties with mine on occasion.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin raised a quizzical eyebrow. For maybe the first time she actually considered the thought that another person had transformations of their own to deal with, since that never really mattered much to her before.

“Which is why all three of us are fortunate that things did not escalate beyond that point,” Amelia added. She didn’t fully explain what she meant by that, but Nick noticed her eyes briefly flick down while she was looking at him, and he realized that he still had an erection.

…Maybe “still” wasn’t the right word. He had definitely been aroused by what he and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin had been getting up to, even if he had enough presence of mind to not let it go any further than that. But when Amelia had come upon them, it was like he’d been doused with a bucket of ice water- instant boner killer.

No, the reason why he was hard- hard again, not “still”- was because of Amelia’s attempts to seduce him, even if they weren’t conscious.

It was a sobering thought and it sent a chill down his spine. Nick quickly shook his head and tried not to think about it.

Conversely, “thinking about it” was all Amelia could do, in spite of her best efforts. While she was trying to be the adult in the room, and her explanation was mostly for Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s benefit rather than Nick’s, her mind kept wandering back to the fact that her stepson was currently erect right in front of her.

That blasted transformation… I can’t even hold a conversation without my mind wandering to that thing now! Amelia mentally cursed. If only she could properly keep her thoughts in order, things could move forward smoothly.

The wording of her transformation was very clear.

• Developmental Concerns: Amelia is still Nick’s stepmother, which means she is very invested in his growth and development. She will find herself confronted with intrusive thoughts at all hours of the day concerning Nick’s body, particularly his penis. She will try to rationalize this as something completely natural for a mother to be concerned about, so long as her thoughts just remain thoughts. (MILF)

Because of this, Amelia saw nothing wrong with admiring her stepson’s penis in a general sense. After all, it only made sense for her to be concerned about the state of his genitals, with all the sex he was having. The fact that he was erect right in front of her, even though she was scolding him, made her heart swell with pride. What a virile boy she had raised!

…But there was a time and a place. Praising his sexual resilience right now would seriously undercut the message she was trying to convey, and as the only authority figure in the room that was simply not something she could afford to do.

So even though her mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts of her stepson’s hard and impatient cock, she had to push past those thoughts and handle things like the mature woman she was.

She opened her mouth in an attempt to change the subject, but Nick jumped in before she could get the chance.

“Amelia, it really wasn’t going to go any further than this,” he asserted. “I wanted to show Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin some consideration for today… and maybe reward her for her hard work a little, too. So I thought eating her out, that would be… um…”

Nick’s face heated up as he came to terms with the fact that he’d just used the phrase “eating her out” to the woman who had raised him. But he couldn’t let his shame leave him paralyzed.

“…You’re right, though,” he admitted. “We should have taken it to the bathroom. I-I have no excuse…” He hung his head sheepishly while Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked at him in amazement.

Truth be told, in spite of her smug feeling of superiority, Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin did feel a little guilty about everything that had happened. She hadn’t given a single thought towards Amelia once the older woman left the room, and the second she had been alone with Nick she pounced on him like a feral cat.

That had probably not been the right thing to do. But she was horny! She couldn’t help herself!

If she’d known it would result in a lecture, she probably would have managed some self-control, though. She’d spent enough time today listening to Amelia talk.

Amelia nodded, adjusting her glasses. She hoped that the heat in her face wasn’t too apparent. “Indeed,” she agreed. “In the future, the bathroom. I would prefer not to get involved.”

Nick’s eyes widened and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin stared at the other woman in shock. As the assassin’s mind tried to figure out what Amelia could have meant by that, Nick knew her well enough to know that she must have not properly expressed herself again.

“Um… Amelia, could… could you explain that a little better?” Nick politely requested. “What did you mean by ‘get involved’?”

The way she’d said that made it sound like she had been prepared to go and join them, but that obviously wasn’t the case!

But the confused expression on his stepmother’s face brought that assumption into question, much to Nick’s horror.

Amelia stared blankly at him.

“…My transformation,” she bluntly replied. “Have you forgotten?”

Evidently he had.

With a sigh on her lips, Amelia shook her head, and summoned a screen to display another, very relevant transformation for her stepson.

That was far easier than using her own words to explain.

• I Do, We Do, You Do: Whenever Amelia engages in sexual activity with Nick and one or more other women, she will be compelled to put her teacher skills to use and instruct the other women on proper performance. This means she demonstrates how to pleasure Nick first, then guiding the other girls through the act hand in hand, before finally allowing them to approach the problem on their own for the third time. (Teacher)

Nick read over the transformation’s text with wide eyes, and felt his heart skip a beat.

Wait… she isn’t saying that…? He looked up at the firm, flat expression on his stepmother’s face, and realized that was exactly what she was saying.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, who had just started learning the alphabet this morning, sat and pouted in confused befuddlement.

Amelia sighed and removed her glasses for a moment. Not being able to see her stepson’s flustered expression made explaining her concerns significantly easier. “If things had proceeded beyond the point of you… orally servicing our young lady friend here- if she had proceeded to… service you, for example, or things reached a deeper level of intimacy…”

Misspeaking was a pet peeve of Amelia’s, but it wasn’t any easier for her to talk about this sort of thing with her stepson than it was for him!

“…My transformation may have compelled me to join in.”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s eyes widened and she nearly fell off the table. At the same time, Nick felt like he wanted to shrivel up and die of embarrassment.

Amelia knew her cheeks definitely must have been red at this point. But she pushed past the humiliation she felt for the sake of explaining things to her stepson.

“It is not a certain thing, of course. I cannot say whether or not I would feel compelled to join a sexual encounter that I was not already a participant in, just to be clear.”

True, the wording of her transformation had been vague on that point, and for obvious reasons Amelia had been hesitant to ask for further clarification.

Did “whenever Amelia engages in sexual activity with Nick and one or more other women” mean that it had to be an agreed-upon threesome? Did walking in on an existing sexual encounter have any effect on it whatsoever?

Frankly, she did not want to know. Even if she believed in the value of expanding one’s knowledge and understanding of the world, this was an area that she wasn’t comfortable with doing that. But even without saying anything, her words had gotten through, to Nick, at least.

“…Yeah, you’re right,” he admitted. He could imagine an alternative scene to the one that had played out earlier, where Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was giving him oral sex, and Amelia walked in on the both of them, only to take charge of the situation and demonstrate how to do it first.

And while that may have been a hot fantasy theoretically, Nick certainly felt as if he had dodged a bullet.

“Of course, I doubt it would come to that,” Amelia quickly clarified. “I would not be so easily swayed by my transformations, after all.”

Indeed, the wording on the transformation suggested that Amelia could resist the compulsion if necessary.

But why tempt fate?

“I believe you as well would not be so keen,” she added, turning to Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. The pale-skinned girl looked more confused and frustrated than ever, because no one was explaining everything to her!

Nick realized before Amelia what the problem was, and as embarrassed as he felt explaining things, he needed to make the other girl understand.

“What Amelia is saying is that her transformation… it causes her to act in a certain way,” he attempted, drawing the assassin’s focus. “If she and another woman, like, like you, are, well… with me… um… doing… doing sex stuff…”

Come on, just say it! This isn’t that difficult! Nick chastised himself.

“…She would feel compelled to take the lead, and try to teach you what to do. And she doesn’t want that to happen. …And neither do I!” He hastily added.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked shocked for a moment. Then she frowned and puffed up her cheeks in frustration. She turned to Amelia and gave the other woman a sharp glare that made Amelia bristle.

She absolutely didn’t take that the right way, Amelia realized. Did she think I was trying to challenge her?

Amelia needed to make it clear that that was absolutely not the case. But there was only one way she could think to do that.

“…I shall return to the kitchen,” she said, looking pointedly at the couple. “While I’m gone, feel free to relieve yourselves as necessary. You have half an hour before it is time to eat. And I would recommend that bathroom.”

Nick sighed in relief as his stepmother turned on her heel and strutted off towards the kitchen. As embarrassing as this situation was, he knew it could have been much, much worse for them both.

Not that Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin seemed to care at all about that. She happily took him by the wrist and pulled him towards the bathroom, intent to make the most out of their half-hour as she could.