MOM'S MIND CONTROL MEETING

Ryan lost motivation halfway through his second year of college, failing out and like the stereotype, he moved back in with his mother. Jennifer thought it'd only be temporary while her son tried to get back on his feet and find a job. But over a year later, he still spent every day in front of the TV, playing the same handful of video games until he went to bed.

Ryan knew his mother always kind of resented him a little. He was unplanned, and his father split before he was even born. Sure, Jennifer gave him a pretty good life and she did love the boy, but there was always some bitterness under the surface. Ryan always symbolized the loss of her youth, independence, and general freedom, so it's pretty hard to get over something like that. For both of them.

If the resentment and bitterness was always under the surface when he was growing up, moving back in after dropping out of college brought it right up to the surface. Not a day went by that she'd command him to get a job, do something with his life. And each time, he'd dismiss her nagging by saying he was "working on it, I swear. But it's this economy." All without taking his eyes off the big TV Jennifer bought but never even got to use.

Jennifer grumbled as she passed the living room, which was littered with snacks, empty cans from energy drinks, and his breakfast bowl, still sitting on the coffee table at 3pm. More out of habit than hope, she asked him, "Next time you die or whatever, please at least just tidy up." There wasn't time for the full song and dance today; she had a stupid online meeting with her supervisors starting in less than 10 minutes and she still didn't have a pitch for her next article.

Ryan would've gotten that headshot if his fucking mom hadn't broken his concentration. Instead, he was dead and waiting to respawn while some little fucking asshole danced on his dude's corpse. At least his mic was muted, otherwise he'd be mocked mercilessly about his nagging mom.

"Yeah, fine, whatever," he replied, too late. She was already gone to her office. Oh well. Nothing more to do than spin the game camera in a circle while waiting for the spawn countdown to tick down. Just a couple more games, then he'd better tidy up. Get her off his back for the day.

It was dark by the time Ryan was happy enough with his day's kill/death ratio, so he finally got up, stretched his legs and decided he should actually tidy up before mom came in again and really let him have it. ...Speaking of...where was she? He couldn't smell dinner, didn't hear her pop her traditional 5pm Friday wine open. Jesus Christ, fine. He'd tidy up, then go find her. Just in case she'd lost herself in work again. Wouldn't be the first time.

He knocked on the office door. "Mom? You in there?" No reply. Another knock, another call out to her. Nothing. He turned the knob and opened the door.

Why couldn't these meetings be in person? Or at least over the phone. Jennifer could never find a flattering angle for these stupid web cam meetings. But if there's one thing her supervisors loved, it was pretending they were all over the new technology, even though they were at least 20 years older than her. So she swallowed her pride, opened the email with the meeting code, and put the numbers into the meeting software.

Instead of Jason and Martha, she was staring at a pink screen, all whirling and undulating patterns, with a disorienting low sound playing quietly underneath. Just enough to be heard, switching rapidly between the left and right speakers. The whole thing made her uneasy. Maybe she made a typo with the meeting code or something? Whatever it was, she needed to close it. But the colours weren't...unpleasant to look at, not really. It was kind of fun watching them, in a way; like static on TV, if you stared long enough, you could almost make something out. She was even getting used to that weird sound effect. It almost seemed to sync up with the patterns, but not quite. She wondered if she just left it long enough, maybe the sound and the images would line up and stop being so disorienting. It'd be fine if she was a couple minutes late for the meeting, right? Jason was never on time, anyway. Yeah, just...just a couple more minutes, then she'd be done. She'd even tell Martha and Jason about the weird screen. Maybe that could be the article. Yes, just a little bit longer...

Ryan opened the door to his mother's office, and in the dark, all he could see was his mother's face, painted pink by her laptop's screen. Her eyes were unfocused, unblinking, locked on the laptop screen. Her mouth was open, just slightly. She didn't register him at all, just kept on staring vacantly at the laptop.

"Mom? Mom, are you all right?" He stepped into the room. Still no response. Holy shit, is this what a seizure is like? One of those, like, zone-out seizures? He waved his hand in front of her face, snapped his fingers, but got nothing. His heart was racing, panicking, thinking the worst. With fear in his voice, he pleaded, "Mom, answer me!"

She responded in an instant. "Yes, Ryan." Her voice completely devoid of emotion. Eyes still staring ...not quite at the screen; more like looking through it.

He was relieved, but not fully. What was so mesmerising about the damn pink video? "Mom, what's going on? What happened?"

She didn't respond. To her, it was just background noise, unimportant. Then, something cut through and she felt compelled to respond.

"Mom, tell me what happened."

Jennifer replied dutifully. Emotionlessly. Unblinking. "I was going to a web meeting with Jason and Martha but I got the details wrong, I think. This came up instead. So I was about to close it but couldn't. I kept watching. Then you told me to respond. So I did. Then you told me to answer what happened, and now I have." Just like that, she slipped back into what Ryan was now calling her trance.

Okay. So. This couldn't actually be happening, right? She's gotta be, like, mocking him or something, surely. Making fun of the way he gets when he's really into a game. But why didn't she respond to questions? And for the love of God, why hadn't she blinked in over five minutes?

He took a photo of the screen, making sure the meeting code details were clear. Then he shut the laptop.

Jennifer blinked. "Ryan, what the hell? I've got a meeting in like two minutes." She didn't have time for whatever attention seeking nonsense her son was playing at.

Ryan looked concerned. "That was over three hours ago. It's after 6."

There was no way that was right. She'd just sat down and was about to open the meeting. But she looked around the room. Dark, save for the streetlight poking in through the trees outside. She checked her watch; he was right. But, how? "Shit, shit, shit! What the hell happened?"

Ryan thought he'd better keep the weird pink screen to himself, just for the moment. "You don't remember anything? I was calling out to you for a while, and we even spoke."

Jennifer furrowed her brow. "What? When?"

"Like, 30 seconds before I closed the laptop screen, maybe? You...don't remember any of that?"

Jennifer tried remembering, but came up completely blank. There was nothing between trying to start the video chat and the sound of Ryan closing the laptop screen. She was starting to worry. Okay, fine. She was starting to freak out. "Fuck, what's happening to me?"

Ryan had been working on a theory in his head. It was ridiculous, stupid, the stuff of fantasy. But the best way to test a theory is to disprove it. "Okay, before we go assuming the worst, why don't you, like, retrace your steps?"

It was weird to see him so invested in what was going on in her life. Not that it was bad, but she just wasn't used to seeing him paying this much attention to something that wasn't on a TV screen. Weird as it was, maybe this thing might even help bring him out of his funk. Better not squander it. "Okay, so I sat down, opened the laptop..." she opened the screen. "And then I opened Martha's email to get the meeting code..." before she could retrace that step, the chat software reconnected to the meeting and popped up with the same video as before - swirling pink patterns and that disorienting sound. Her eyes were drawn to it. She felt herself drift away.

"Mom?" Being very careful not to look at the screen lest he fall into the same trance, Ryan clapped in front of her face. No response - just right back in that deep trance. Like it or not, his theory was still holding water. Okay, she didn't answer questions before. Try again. "Mom, you still there? Everything okay?"

Nope, silence. Staring right through the screen, mouth open.

Right. "Stand up," he ordered.

Her eyes were still unfocused, but the rest of her body responded. Ryan watched as his mother immediately stood up, then froze in place again.

This could be dangerous, but he was determined to try. He looked at her unfocused eyes which were reflecting the pink laptop screen within them. "Tell me why you've been so angry with me."

Still looking blankly ahead, unblinking, Jennifer responded dutifully. "All you've done since dropping out of university is play videogames and sleep. You keep saying you're looking at jobs but I know that's a lie. You don't want to work. You're lazy and selfish." Again, everything she spoke was in a flat, emotionless tone.

Even though there was no cruelty or anger in her tone, Ryan still winced. He knew that's how his mother felt, but having it confirmed just brought a new kind of hurt. But on the bright side, his theory was looking a little more solid. She'll respond to commands, but not questions. Now, will she carry out commands without the hypnotic video?

"When I close the laptop screen again, call Martha and explain that you're sorry you missed the meeting, but weren't feeling well and had to lie down. Nod if you understand."

Jennifer nodded.

That's good. Now to tempt fate and push the envelope a little either. "When the laptop screen closes, you won't be aware of the time you've been in these trances. You'll remember going to bed for a sleep, then waking up and coming here to get your phone. Nod if you understand." It was kind of scary how quickly he was picking up and testing the rules of the situation. But give a gamer any game and their first instinct is to test all the rules, seeing what's possible and what's not.

Jennifer nodded.

Now the moment of truth. Ryan leaned forward and closed the laptop screen.

Jennifer blinked, looked around the desk, and spotted her phone in the dark office. She immediately picked it up and called Martha. As instructed. She apologized to Martha and explained she missed the meeting because she wasn't feeling well. As instructed. Jennifer had only just woken up from a nap, you see. She must've just crashed.

Once she'd hung up, Jennifer finally registered her son standing in the room, watching her intently. It made her uneasy. "What?" she snapped. "If you want to be a creep and stare at me, at least turn on the fucking light first." Yep, straight back to normal.

Ryan wasn't quite prepared with an excuse. "No, I was just...you disappeared for a while, and then I heard you moving again so I thought I'd make sure you were okay."

Well, that was uncharacteristically nice of him. She sighed. "I'm fine, just really needed a sleep, I guess. Anyway, it's almost dinner time. Go call the pizza place and order the usual. I've got work to catch up on."

But if she opened the laptop, it'd reconnect to the hypnosis thing and she'd be back under immediately. Ryan still needed to do some research, see what he could learn before letting her go back down that rabbit hole again. He held the laptop screen down firmly, which didn't go down very well with Jennifer.

"What the hell's gotten into you tonight, Ryan? Jesus."

"I was gonna say, maybe you should give it a break for now. Maybe that's why you crashed - too much screen time or something?"

"You're one to talk," she muttered. But maybe he was right. She shrugged. "Yeah, it's possible." She released the laptop. "I'll go have a shower. I'm still feeling a bit foggy from the map. Make sure you call the pizza place."

"Hop on one leg as you go."

"What?" she sighed again. "Just fucking call the pizza place, Ryan. I've had enough today."

Well, it was worth a shot. Ryan pulled out his phone and placed the pizza order online. He knew his mom's card details by heart. He opened the laptop and quit the chat software, not giving it a chance to reconnect to the meeting. He still wasn't game to test it on himself.

While he waited for the delivery guy, Ryan tried looking up the hypnotic meeting code, but couldn't find anything about it online. A search for "hypnosis web chat" only turned up sex chat rooms and porn subreddits. He immediately backed out and put the phone down while he tried to think of more applicable search terms.

The pizza arrived, and they ate dinner like they usually do - in awkward, tense silence. Jennifer wishing there was a way to make her son less of a sullen, lazy jerk. Ryan's thoughts, meanwhile, were focused on how to best manipulate the "hypnosis thing" to his advantage.

After dinner, he hid in his room, investigating everything he could about hypnosis, mind control, and whether his Mom's discovery had been found by anyone else - maybe it had made the news? Apparently not that he could find. But the hypnosis and mind control research was well worth the time, even though most of it was either theoretical, or more about therapy, or sex-related. The only things about using mind control or hypnosis on your mom came from incest-themed subreddits. So that wasn't terribly helpful.

Over the course of the night, Ryan came up with a plan he was pretty happy with. Over the course of the next couple days, he'd get his mom to look at the hypnotic pink chat, and he'd tell her to do things like stop nagging him about finding work, and just small things like that. Just things to make his life a bit easier. Nothing weird or gross - he wasn't into incest or anything. Even though it'd been over a year since he'd last had sex, he wasn't anywhere near desperate enough to hypnotize his own mother into fucking him. Nope, transforming her into less of a bitch would be more than enough for Ryan.

Over the week, that's exactly what he did. Once or twice a day, piece by piece, he chipped away at her most nagging qualities. She was okay with him spending all day playing games. She was happy to clean up after him. She didn't want him to get a job.

Jennifer suddenly realised she was starting to actually not mind that Ryan was home all day. And by cleaning up after him, at least she knew it was being done properly. She couldn't believe how mean she had been to him before. Hey, maybe that could be what her next article should be about - "Is It Time To Cut Our Kids Some More Slack?" She was proud of herself for coming to that realization all by herself.

Another few weeks went by, and things should have been feeling good for Ryan. He was pretty much getting everything he wanted, but he was starting to get bored. He couldn't remember the last time he even had to use hypnosis on his mom, who was now very placid and virtually let him rule the house.

Ryan was a diehard gamer. Maybe that was the reason for his boredom - he had a potentially life-changing new game and he gave it a test and then just...stopped. Surely there was a way to play this game more, even better if he could also make money from it. If only there was a way to use hypnotizing his mom to boost his profile as a streamer. But all the people into hypnosis were just into the sex side of it.

He had his epiphany in the middle of the night, just before drifting off to sleep, but he was wide awake now. His mind raced with possibilities once again. Yes, he'd resume experimenting on his mother with the mind control thing, and market the results for the incest pervs online. He feigned trying to fall asleep for two more minutes, then headed to his mother's office.

He entered the meeting code he'd now memorized into Jennifer's laptop and carried it into her room. "Mom, wake up." He shook her awake.

Jennifer jumped with a start. "Ryan? What the fuck?" She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and saw he was holding her laptop. He held it in front of her face and hit the Enter key before her sleepy mind could even formulate a question.

She was gone again, just like before. Time to get to work.

"Mom, tell me the last time you had sex." Something she'd never tell him conscious. Something he'd never ask if he wasn't doing this for his career.

Her flat, emotionless response: "June last year. Before you moved back in."

"Now tell me - do you miss it?" He didn't know what he'd do with the information, but figured it was part of the process anyway.

"Yes, very much. I have a high sex drive, and used to have so much sex before you came home."

"How do you deal with that now that you aren't getting any since I came back?"

No response. Because it was a question, you idiot.

"From now on, you need to answer my questions as well as responding to my commands. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

Holy shit, why didn't this occur to him before? This was going to make everything so much easier.

He repeated the question - how does she satisfy the urges if she isn't having sex?

"I masturbate at night, but it's not the same." No emotion, despite the regret in her words.

"And how do you masturbate?" He was starting to enjoy extracting this deeply personal information from his controlling mom.

His mother lay back down in the bed and slid her hand into her pyjama pants and started rubbing herself.

Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that. He thought she'd just describe it. But there she was - his own mother - lying down in her bed and masturbating. Just because he'd asked her how she did it. He felt himself stirring in his pants. He couldn't believe he was actually getting hard from watching his mom play with herself in front of him. Oh God, the power he had over her now.

A sadistic thought just occurred to him. A new experiment. "Every time you masturbate from now on, you'll think of me. You'll be aroused by the thought of me. You'll have sexual thoughts about me. You'll orgasm while thinking about me."

His mom repeated the commands back to him, her hand still down her pants, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. Ryan watched intently as his mother's breathing grew more shallow, and her body grew tense under the covers. She arched her back and twitched, groaned slightly, and then went silent, her instruction to masturbate now concluded with that orgasm.

Jennifer woke the next day with the vague memory of some kind of sex dream in her head. She couldn't recall anything about it other than the fact it was a sex dream. She tried to shrug it off and just go about her morning, but the feeling just wouldn't quite go away over breakfast. She decided she'd have to deal with it in the shower.

She ran the water, nice and hot like usual, and let her hands explore her torso while the water cascaded down her body. She was 46, average weight for her height, but she was working hard to keep it that way. The older you get, the harder it is to fight back the fat, she'd discovered. But so far, so good. She was still quite happy with her breasts - C cups that had mostly retained their shape after breastfeeding Ryan for 20 months. And although she hadn't had sex in well over a year, she kept her bush shaved. Just in case.

She ran her hand over her recently-shaved mound and let her fingers drift inevitably to her clit. As she started moving her index and middle fingers side to side over her clit, her thoughts began to shift to Ryan. Oh God, that's not a turn on. No, think of something else. Anything else. But she couldn't stop. Her mind was laser focused on her son, and her fingers wouldn't stop rubbing her clit.

Fuck, it was so weird. Her mind wasn't her own anymore. Against her will, she started wondering if Ryan was a virgin, or if he had slept with girls in college. What did he look like naked now? She hadn't seen him nude since he was small - just how big had his dick become since he reached puberty? How well did he use it? Jennifer pictured herself with her son, teaching him how to please a woman. Pictured his face between her legs, tongue against her clit. Pictured herself under him as he slid his hard cock into her womanhood - the hole she'd pushed him out of 20 years ago. How good it would feel to have him erupt inside her, filling her with his fertile seed.

Jennifer pushed her back against the wall, leaning on it for support while her legs buckled beneath her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a deep moan of pleasure, but it wasn't enough. She heard her voice echo while her whole body shook with pleasure, waves of bliss washing over her while she came to the thought of fucking her only child.

Jesus, it was so wrong, but the feelings were so strong, so undeniably hot, that she couldn't just stop at one. She caught her breath and slid down to the floor. She sat against the wall, spread her legs, and resumed rubbing her clit in the steamy shower. Once again, her mind was flooded with images of Ryan, of him and her together, lust overpowering every instinct that told them it was wrong. Two wild animals, mother and son, wanting nothing more than each other's taboo desire.

She came again, even stronger this time. Didn't even try to suppress her cries of pleasure. Who cares if Ryan heard her? Maybe he'd even come in to check on her - make sure she was okay. Then he'd see her, spread eagle on the shower floor, whole body exposed to him, soaking wet for him, and without speaking a word to each other, he'd know she wanted him. He'd be so overwhelmed with lust that he'd join her. Strip off immediately and embrace her. His hard cock pressed against her until she guided it inside, feeling it part her lips, filling her with his hard warmth, and they'd fuck until they both came, her squeezing his cock with her pussy, milking it for all his thick white cum - her virile young son.

And that was orgasm number three. The desire for a fourth was there, but the hot water would be running out soon. She reluctantly stood and finished her shower quickly, doing her best to not even think about Ryan. Just for now.

Ryan still couldn't believe what he'd done last night. It wasn't regret, per se. Just wondering if he'd gone too far. "Power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely" and all that. Still, he couldn't deny the sick thrill he got from knowing he could control every aspect of his mother's personality if he wished. For now, he was content with knowing she would think of him any time she masturbated from now on.

Not that he got off on it or anything. Okay, yeah, he did jerk off when he got back to his room last night. And he had just finished cumming again, thinking about his own mother masturbating to him. But that was...more about the power than it was about the incest.

When he cleaned up his mess and wandered out for breakfast, his mom had already showered and was tidying up the empty cans of energy drink and snack wrapping from last night. "Hi, mom."

Jennifer was lost in thought, overwhelmed with the hardwired guilt that comes from a Catholic upbringing. What was that in the shower just now? Is that what happens when you're sex starved and the only man you see regularly is your own son? Then, suddenly, he was in front of her, greeting her like everything was normal.

She jumped, dropping the two cans she'd just picked up. "Oh, hi, um, good morning, Ryan," she blushed. She scolded herself for carrying on like a schoolgirl with a crush. Keep that up and he'll know what you spent so long thinking about in the shower. "Sleep well?"

He shrugged. "I guess. Gonna have breakfast now."

"Yeah, okay. Enjoy." She blushed again and hurriedly returned to cleaning up his trash.

Over his cereal, Ryan mulled over that weird interaction with his mom just then. It was like he'd caught her doing something she shouldn't be doing. But it wasn't as though he'd walked in on her masturbating or something. He had to know.

He finished his breakfast and snuck into his mother's study while she was cleaning up his breakfast bowl. He carried the laptop out and set it in front of her. Once again, she was in the trance immediately.

"Why did you act so weird when I said hi this morning?"

"I masturbated in the shower, thinking about you. I came three times. I felt guilty and was trying to work out where those thoughts came from when you startled me. Then I felt embarrassed for acting like a schoolgirl with a crush."

He smiled, his ego building nicely. "What were the orgasms like?"

"The best I've had in years."

Time to escalate. "Now that you've had those orgasms, the thought of having sex with me really turns you on. You want to have sex with me. You're not ashamed of it, but you aren't going to tell anyone about it, either."

She repeated her instructions obediently.

He gave her one more command, then sat in front of the TV and started playing his game.

Jennifer finished tidying up after her son, rinsing out his cereal bowl, still dwelling on her shower orgasms. The more she thought about it, the more comfortable she was with the idea. Just yesterday, she'd never have considered incest in a million years. But this morning opened up her mind to a hidden world. A naughty, forbidden, enticing world. Filled with taboo. Fuck. The desire was uncontrollable. She felt compelled to go to him. Throw herself at him, give herself to him. And God help her, that's what she did.

Ryan was in the middle of a match. He wasn't doing terribly well. His mom came into the room and stood in front of the TV.

"Mom, move!" He angled his head so he could see the screen.

Without a word, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled towards her son. She couldn't control herself; she had to have him. Now.

"Mom, what the hell?" Ryan felt her clawing at his sweatpants, undoing his drawstring. He kept trying to play his game for a little longer.

She'd undone his pants and pulled the front of them down, then pulled at the waistband of his boxers. Jennifer freed her son's flaccid penis from his underwear and took it into her mouth. She couldn't believe what she was doing. It was like someone else was in control of her actions. But her mind told her she wanted this, and her body fully agreed. She tasted her son's manhood, her tongue dancing in circles all over his head. Within seconds, he was responding. She felt it grow within her mouth, getting bigger, thicker, longer.

"Mom? What the fuck?" Ryan feigned when he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf his soft cock. He felt her tongue all over him. He felt himself getting hard. He looked down, watching his own mother blow him. He made sure he was angled towards the console's camera under the TV. He put the controller down.

Jennifer was definitely surprised by her actions, but she felt so good while doing it. It not only turned her on, but it made her feel happy to be pleasuring her son in this way. He was fully hard now, and she was fellating him enthusiastically, her head moving up and down his thick shaft, her tongue always in contact with his purple head. Listening to his grunts of pleasure only made her happier and hornier.

Ryan had always enjoyed blowjobs, but this one was on another level entirely. Was it because of the taboo that it was his mom doing it? Was it because he'd commanded her to do so? Was it the incest or the power, or both? He decided he didn't care. She was sucking his cock, and doing a fantastic job. He put his hand on the back of her head and started thrusting slowly, testing his mother's limits, seeing how much she could take.

She took it all, and was happy to do so. Jennifer surrendered control, letting her son thrust his hard cock into her willing, obedient mouth. She kept her lips wrapped tight around him, eager to please him as much as she could. She felt him starting to speed up, fucking her throat faster and harder.

He felt himself getting close, feeling the pressure building in his hard, wet cock. He managed only a few more thrusts before his body got tense and jerked, and he exploded into his mother's mouth. His eyes locked on hers, rope after rope of cum shot out of him and into her mouth. He moaned and panted while the pleasure washed over him.

Jennifer felt him swelling, then he erupted inside her mouth. He filled her mouth with his sticky, thick, bitter cum, and she'd never been happier. She swallowed his whole load happily and licked him clean, swallowing everything.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said, then stood up and left without another word.

Ryan was genuinely shocked. He caught his breath, stuffed himself back into his pants and asked the empty room, "What the fuck?" A few more seconds passed, then he picked up the controller and started a new match.

Jennifer was very pleased with what she'd done, but she realised Ryan might have more than a few questions about what happened. She'd tell him everything at dinner, she decided. That would give her more than enough time to find the words to explain exactly what came over her, because they definitely weren't coming now.

After a couple more matches, Ryan checked his stream activity. Over 2000 new subscribers! Holy shit. That was a definite change from his running total of 19. He saved the blowjob snippet and pinned it to his profile. There was still some time to kill before lunch, so he went to his room, opened a few subreddits and posted the blowjob clip, making sure it linked back to his streamer profile. "My mom just blew me while playing video games", "Hypnotized mom into sucking my dick", titles like that.

After posting it, he decided he should actually watch it, too. The clip itself was pretty okay, and he thought he did a reasonable job acting surprised and unscripted. His mom looked pretty good, but fuck - he hadn't realised just how much he'd let himself go.

He'd always been thin all the way through college, but now, a year later, he had a huge gut and looked so pale under his greasy beard. It was a mess. If he wanted to turn the "incest and gaming" idea into an actual career, he'd have to do something about his looks.

There was enough time before lunch to have a shower and a shave. Now that he'd realised how much weight he'd put on, he couldn't stop seeing it. He'd have to start eating better, quit the energy drinks, maybe start working out if he wanted people to watch his sex tapes and not mock how he looked.

After lunch, he went to one of the gyms in town and used his mom's credit card to sign up for a membership and the afternoon weight loss sessions.

Jennifer didn't see much of Ryan that afternoon, thankfully. It gave her time to reflect on her actions from that morning. She still couldn't believe she'd given her own son a blow job. Was she that starved for sex that she'd resorted to...that? No, surely not. But something was definitely going on. She just had no idea how to go about investigating it. Maybe that could be the subject of her next article...omitting the fact it was her son she'd blown, of course.

It was dinnertime before she knew it. She wasn't ready to talk about The Blow Job, but it was a promise she'd made to herself. When Ryan sat down, he was acting completely normal. That unsettled Jennifer slightly, but she was still determined to talk about it.

"Now, about this morning," she began hesitantly.

"In the lounge room, you mean?" Even though he was now clean shaven, Jennifer couldn't tell what the look on his face meant. Was it pride? Joy? Smug? Lust?

"Um, yeah. I told myself I'd talk to you about it at dinner, but I still have no idea what to say. I don't know where that came from, and I'm sorry if I ...confused you by doing that. I damn sure confused myself."

He nodded. "Yeah, I mean, it was...unexpected." He started to blush. "Not that I didn't enjoy it."

She replied without thinking. "I did too." Now it was her turn to blush. What the fuck was happening to her? "But, we can't keep doing th-"

Ryan cut her off. "Why not? You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. We're both adults. We're not hurting anyone. You were just, like, super horny or something, and I happened to be the closest guy."

"Yeah, maybe..." she trailed off. She still wasn't sure why she'd done it, but it was a relief to see Ryan trying to be mature about the whole thing. A relief, and very surprising.

"Look, let's just not worry about it for now. Just...accept it happened, and move on." If he sounded frustrated, it was because he was cursing himself for not telling her that she wouldn't feel guilty after the blowjob. Oh well, that would be an easy fix next time.

The rest of dinner was awkward, just like normal. Ryan retreated to his room and checked his uploads from earlier. His notifications were through the roof. There definitely was an appetite for real mom/son incest clips. Excellent. Tomorrow, he'd start setting up some more accounts and working on getting more content before the launch.

He stumbled out of bed and showered, then brought out the laptop to his mom. He gave her today's instructions, making sure to negate any guilt or self-reflection once she'd carried out her tasks. She agreed to accept her actions as her own free will. Ryan returned to the TV and started streaming.

Jennifer couldn't control herself once again. She entered the lounge room shortly after she heard Ryan start gaming. God help her, she needed her son.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said in a sultry voice she didn't recognize. She unzipped her dress and let it fall down her body and onto the carpet. She watched as he studied his mother's figure appreciatively. That only served to turn her on even more.

"Morning, mom," Ryan replied. He couldn't believe how hot his mom looked now, standing there in her plain bra and panties. She didn't need to wear lacy lingerie or even makeup to look sexy. He felt himself getting hard already. He paused the game. He'd wisely switched to a single player game in preparation for this morning's activities. "Um, what's up?"

She smiled. "Nothing." She stepped in front of him and knelt before him on the carpet. Like yesterday, she watched as her hands undid his sweatpants and pulled his stiffening cock out of his boxers. Like yesterday, she didn't feel quite in control, but she was too horny to stop or question it. She took him into her mouth, hungrily devouring her only child's cock once again.

"Oh fuck, mom," Ryan moaned. "Feels so good." He let her keep sucking for a few more seconds, then spoke up. "Hold on a sec," he instructed.

Jennifer obediently stopped and watched her son stand up and move to the middle of the room. She followed and resumed sucking his dick, working her way up to deepthroating him again.

Confident they were now closer to the camera at a better angle for the viewers, Ryan allowed himself to relax and enjoy the blowjob again. There was no denying it - his mom gave fantastic head. No teeth, all tongue and lips. He looked down at her and smiled. She was completely his.

Jennifer kept sucking her son's cock like her life depended on it. Hands-free, taking him all the way inside her mouth now. He groaned with pleasure, and that made her work for it harder. She picked up the pace, rapidly thrusting her head up and down on Ryan's cock.

"Mom, take off your bra," Ryan ordered. Although she was no longer in the trance, Jennifer immediately obeyed. Without skipping a beat, she unhooked her bra at the back and slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her big tits bounced with each bob of her head, her nipples hard with arousal.

Ryan couldn't stand it much longer. Now that he could see his mom's tits, he was moments away from the point of no return.

He grabbed his mom's curly blond hair into a ponytail and held her head steady while he took over the job of thrusting. He slammed his cock into his mom's throat hard and fast. He watched her tits bounce, watched her taking all his cock without even gagging once. He felt the orgasm building. Mere seconds later, he was there. He pulled out of his mom's mouth and held her head in place as he came.

Jennifer kept her mouth and eyes open, looking up at her son's cock as it exploded into her face. She didn't flinch when the first rope of cum landed on her forehead and dripped down into her eye. She kept her eyes locked on his dick, watching her reward launch from the tip, landing on her face, in her hair, and on her neck and breasts.

When he was finished, she sucked him clean, then used a finger to scoop up all the cum on her face into her mouth. She swallowed it, then massaged the remaining cum into her breasts and neck.

She smiled up at her exhausted son. "Mmm, thanks, baby. Mom loved watching you cum."

Ryan smiled down at her. He was still breathless from his orgasm. "I loved watching you take it, mom. Fuck, you give good head."

"My pleasure," she replied.

Ryan shoved his genitals back into his pants and sat back on the couch. Jennifer remained on her knees, unsure of what to do next, unable to think of anything herself.

"Why don't you join me on the couch and get yourself off?" Ryan offered.

That sounded perfect to Jennifer. She sat next to her son, who resumed his videogame. She spread her legs, slid her hand into her soaking wet panties and started rubbing her aching clit. With her other hand, she squeezed a breast, playing with the nipple. It didn't take long before she started breathing heavy, moaning involuntarily. She couldn't stop thinking about Ryan, about how she felt powerless to resist him, about how good he felt and tasted inside her mouth. About how she needed to feel him inside her.

Before he knew it, Ryan's mom had cum three times and was working on a fourth. She'd lost her underwear some time ago, and was fully nude beside him, moments away from her next orgasm. He watched her fingers working her clit, so fast they were a blur. She was so horny, there was now a wet patch on the couch cushion under her ass.

He watched her face flush and her body shudder violently. She moaned loudly, then went quiet and still. Once she'd recovered from her latest orgasm, she confessed to him, "Mom needs you inside her, baby."

Ryan was more than ready to go again. Like his mother, he hadn't had sex since he left college. He didn't even care that the first woman he was about to fuck in over a year was his own mother. How could he? After all, he was the one to put the idea in her head. He paused the game and pulled his pants down. "Hop on, mom," he invited.

Jennifer stood on slightly unsteady legs and turned to face her son and his erection. She'd never wanted a cock more in her life. She should've thought this was wrong, gross, immoral, and every other word under the sun, but nothing of the sort entered her mind.

She straddled him, one leg either side of him on the couch, hands gripping his shoulders for balance. He sat back, holding his erection steady. She felt it brush against her lips, tantalizing her ravenous pussy. She lowered herself onto him, feeling him open her, pushing himself deep into the same pussy that had birthed him.

Ryan's eyes were locked on his mom's big tits. He watched them start swaying and bouncing as his mom started riding his cock. "You feel so fucking good, mom," he complimented before he dove his face into her chest, latching onto her nipples in a way that made her wish he'd done as a baby.

Though she'd never done so before in her entire 30 years of having sex, Jennifer started talking dirty. "Oh baby," she moaned, "your cock feels so good in your mom's pussy." Dirty talking felt unnatural, but hearing her own voice saying those things turned her on.

Ryan grabbed his mom's ass, spreading her cheeks for the camera, which had never stopped streaming. He kept sucking at her tits, taking her hard nipples into his mouth, running his tongue in circles around them. Meanwhile, he was thrusting deep inside his mom, loving the feeling of her warm, tight, wet pussy. The fact it was his mom was now a turn on, not just incidental. He loved having this control over her, and he loved knowing it was his mom who was doing these things for him. He finally got the appeal of incest as a kink.

Jennifer rode her son's cock, moaning all kinds of phrases she'd never imagined herself saying even 3 days ago. "Fuck my cunt, baby," for one. "Mommy wants your cum" was another. She was no longer in control of her own body; she was an animal of pure, filthy lust. She rubbed her aching clit furiously. The idea of making herself tighter as she came, of squeezing her son's cock inside her, of looking into his eyes as he filled her with his cum. Nothing was sexier to her in her life.

In no time at all, Jennifer started groaning loudly, desperately. "Mommy's gonna cum, baby," she squealed, rubbing herself as hard and fast as she could. "Oh fuck," she cried as the orgasm hit like a tsunami. She collapsed forward onto her son while her body jerked, her pussy squeezing Ryan's dick while he kept thrusting underneath her.

Ryan couldn't stand it any longer. He thrusted one final time, driving himself as deep into his mother's orgasming pussy as he could before his dick erupted, shooting his cum inside her. He gripped her ass cheeks like his life depended on it while his body twitched with pleasure underneath his still-cumming mom.

"That's it, sweetie, fill your mom with your cum," Jennifer encouraged breathlessly, feeling each pulse of his cock.

"Holy fuck," Ryan finally uttered once he'd caught his breath again. His mom was even better than he'd imagined. She hadn't just followed his commands; she'd surpassed them. "You did so good, mom."

"You were great too, baby." Jennifer leaned back so she could look into Ryan's eyes again. "Mom's very proud of you."

He blushed. "Thanks." He looked at the clock on the wall. "I should start getting ready. I...joined a gym yesterday."

Jennifer was shocked, but it was a happy shock. "You did?!" She laughed. "You didn't do that for me, did you? Because mom loves you just the way you are, honey." It was weird referring to herself in third-person, but she liked reinforcing the relationship for some reason.

"I mean, kinda. But I saw myself yesterday and didn't realise how much weight I'd put on, so thought I should do something about it. For both of us."

"I guess I should climb off you, then, huh?" She reluctantly pulled herself off her son's body, letting his seed spill out of her pussy. "Don't worry about that, I'll clean it up," she reassured him.

"You're such a good mom." Ryan picked up the controller, contemplated shutting off the stream, then reconsidered. Maybe the people watching might enjoy watching her clean, especially if she stayed nude. He left it running. "Don't worry about getting dressed, mom," he instructed with a smile before leaving.

While getting changed into what he thought was appropriate gym clothes, Ryan was shocked by two things at once. First, his streaming account had another 5000 new followers. Second, the account had been banned for terms of service abuse. Lucky he saved all his streams. After the gym, he would set up a new account on a more sex-positive streaming service.

The gym was horrible. He ached in muscles he didn't even realize existed. But it was all for the better, he consoled himself. When he got home, his mom was still nude. She greeted him with a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth and she moaned softly. He kissed her back and fondled her ass. She held his sweaty, aching body tight against her naked body.

After a minute of making out with his mom in the doorway, Ryan pulled away from her. "Sorry, mom, I'd love to go again, but the gym killed me. My whole body's on fire."

Her face dropped, but she understood. "That's okay, baby. Mom just wanted to show you that she missed you. Why don't you go have a nice hot shower? I should get some writing done, anyway."

Ryan agreed that was a good idea. In the shower, he started wondering if he'd gone too far. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore. She was way more doting than she'd been his whole life. But what was the big deal? He'd always hated how she'd treated him, even before he dropped out of college. That was the whole reason he'd started taking control of her in the first place - to make her stop being such a bitch to him.

Once he'd reminded himself that his mom's new behavior was exactly what he wanted, he finished his shower and went to his room to work on his uploads. He posted short clips to Reddit, saving the full clip for a premium subscription site. After all, the whole point was to make money from the thing in the first place.

Still naked, Jennifer worked on her newest article, about the pleasures of being an assertively submissive lover. She finished it off and sent it to her editors for review. While she waited for their feedback, she saw an email from an old school friend. Subject: "Is this you?"

The email contained nothing but a link to a Reddit site. She opened it, clicked past the "over 18" warning, and watched a short video of her fucking her son's brains out.

She didn't know what to do, or how to feel. Apart from sick. This was meant to be just between her and her son, not for the whole fucking world to see. Shame, anger, and fear flooded her mind. Her hands were shaking and her throat was dry. Her heart raced. How could he do this to her? She was more than happy with him using her for sex - but to post it online for the whole fucking world to see? Especially with some of the vile things she said in that video? There was no forgiving him for this. She clenched her fists until her hands stopped shaking and sent Ryan a text, "Come to my office. Now."

Ryan got his mom's text. Fuck, she was insatiable. He still didn't feel up to sex, but maybe a blowjob if he could sit down. He opened the door to his mom's office and he knew right away that a BJ was off the menu. His mom turned the laptop around, showing him the image on the screen - him and her on the couch, him balls deep inside her. His stomach dropped, and his face flushed red with shame.

"I can-"

"Not a fucking word, Ryan." Okay, seems he hadn't completely gotten rid of her old personality. "Do you have any fucking clue what you've done here? A guy from high school sent me this, for Christ's sake! Who knows how many people from our town have seen that video now? Did you even think for one second about what this could do to our reputation in this fucking town?"

Ryan had never felt so small. He shook his head. He had only been thinking about the money, about how easy it was to go viral with homemade incest porn, about how good it felt to have complete control over his mom.

"Of course you didn't. Always thinking about yourself, never once thinking about how your selfish actions might affect other people." She stood up. Even naked, she was still terrifying when she was this angry. "I want you to delete that video, and any other videos you posted. Right now."

Ryan knew he'd done the wrong thing, how much he'd hurt her, and that she was right. Deleting the videos was the only way to make things better. It was the right thing to do. "Okay, you're right. Can I... I'll do it here, right now."

"You're goddamn right you will," Jennifer agreed.

Ryan stepped behind the desk and his mom let him sit down. She watched over his shoulder as he took control of the laptop. He opened up the web chat software she uses to have her meetings with her editors. Is that what he used to record the videos? Ryan typed in a meeting code very quickly, hit Enter and passed the laptop to her.

She wasn't sure what she was looking at. The speakers played some weird bass tone that shifted from left to right and back, making her feel dizzy. The screen was filled with pink, with patterns swirling in amongst the static. She couldn't quite find the words to describe the sensation of her mind drifting away, surrendering to the trance.

"You know about the videos of us having sex," Ryan informed her.

"I know about the videos of us having sex," Jennifer confirmed.

"It was your idea to record them and post them online."

"It was my idea to record them and post them online," Jennifer remembered, now that she'd been told.

"You know I make money from the sex videos, and that makes you happy," Ryan commanded.

Jennifer repeated the instruction.

"You don't care that people you know in real life have seen the videos. If anyone asks, or if they try to make you feel guilty, you'll tell them 'I just love my son'."

Again, she confirmed her commands.

"And when I release you from this trance, you'll forget you were ever angry with me for posting the videos online."

After his mom repeated the final instruction, Ryan took the laptop from her and quit the chat software. He waited a few seconds while she returned from the trance and asked her, "You wanted to see me, mom?"

She blinked, confused. She knew there was something she wanted to talk to him about, but it wasn't coming to mind. And how did he get into her chair? "I thought so, but...nope, it's gone, sorry." She shrugged, embarrassed.

"Maybe..." Ryan ventured, "you wanted to record another 'special video' as a reward for me going to the gym?" He pulled his phone out of his pocket and wiggled it suggestively, grinning.

Jennifer smiled. "You might be right, honey." She dropped to her knees and unzipped her son's fly.