The Mind Controlling Device/(Device) Mess around with her body.
From Create Your Own Story
Your heart races, boner throbbing in your pants, as your look at your naked mother. It's incredible how hot she is, almost as sexy as the women on the internet you look at when you have the rare opportunity; not that you expected your mother to stack up to a porn star, but damn did she come close. You consider what to do next. You're too nervous to just fuck her, this experience being so new to you. You aren't really an alpha male type anyway. You'd much rather take your time. You have all day, anyway...
You'll let me touch you all over, you think, touching the device. You like letting me touch you.
You: "Mom? Could... could I, uh... play with your boobs, please?"
You stumble nervously over the question. The last times you used the device, you gave excuses to justify the action. You weren't sure if such a direct request would work. Your heart sinks and fear grips you as your mother drops the newspaper and gives you a hard stare, eyebrow quirked.
Mom: "My God Timmy, when did you get so bold?"
She punctuates her question with a smirk. She slides out of the chair, dropping to her knees beside your bed. You breathe a sigh of relief; the implanted thoughts worked! You also realize... you kind of like the danger. She rests her hand on yours, that mischievous smirk still on her face making your boner ache with each throb.
Mom: "I'll tell you what. I'll let you play with mommy's boobs, because you asked nicely."
Mom raises her arms, threading her fingers behind her head, pushing her chest out for you and giving them a little shake.
You: "Oh wow... Thanks!"
Mom: "My pleasure, baby."
You sit up and reach carefully, cupping her breasts in both hands. They're soft and warm, just like you imagined breasts would be, but better somehow. You squeeze and knead them, pressing them together and letting them drop a few times. You can't help but let a giggle escape, and mom giggles in return. Your attention turns to her little pink nipples, pleasantly small but certainly enough to pinch. You give the little nubs a gentle squeeze, flicking them lightly. Emboldened, you decide to give them a nice hard pinch. Mom gasps, but doesn't move to stop you. There's one last thing you want to try. You lean in slowly, looking up at your mother's face. She looks down at you and bites her lip, evidently knowing what you're doing and simply allowing it. You stick out your tongue and lick one of mom's nipples. Her skin tastes interesting. You suck her nipple into your mother and play with it with your tongue a while, switching to the other and repeating the motions.
Her nipples glisten with your spit as you finally pull yourself away, finished with this distraction for now and eager to try something else. Mom lets out a soft sigh, lowering her arms and giving your head a good rub.
Mom: "Have fun, sweetie?"
You nod. But you aren't nearly finished yet. You realize you killed a good forty-five minutes just playing with her breasts - you're ready to move on. Her round ass, curvy thighs, and bald pussy beg for your attention next, but the obvious and borderline painful bulge in your pants demands attention.
