A is for App Pt. 05

A is for App

by Pan

Chapter 12

"Watch this," Finn said.

Terrence looked at his friend like he was holding a baby alligator instead of a phone.

"Just... watch this," Finn repeated with a sigh.

"Okay," Terrence replied, leaning forward as Finn hit play.

On the phone screen, a video appeared of Ms. Yadamec on her knees, Finn's cock in her mouth.

"Dude!" Terrence said. "I don't want to see your dick!"

Now Finn looked at his friend as though he was an imbecile. "That's... that's Ms. Yadamec!"

"I know. With your dick. I don't want to see that!"

Finn took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, Terrence was still staring at him like he'd just shown him a dick pic--and not a pornographic video of their English teacher.

He wanted to prove something, and to do so, he needed a better understanding of how Control worked.

"Okay," he said, opening a different file. "Watch this."

This time, Terrence watched the video without saying anything. He didn't say a word as Ms. Yadamec touched herself on the small screen, tits bouncing as she masturbated for the camera, finally reaching a loud, body-quaking climax.

When it was done, he turned back to Finn.

"Okay?"

Again, Finn goggled at his friend's (lack of) reaction.

"You... you don't find anything weird about that?"

"Oh! Is it like the gorilla basketball video? Is there something weird in the background that I'm meant to notice?"

"No," Finn replied, speaking softly and calmly. "The weird thing is that I have a video of our English teacher masturbating."

"Okay... " Terrence said. It was clear that he didn't understand.

Finn showed Terrence some of the photos he'd taken of their teacher, wearing nothing but lingerie... but his best friend just acted like he was showing him pictures from a vacation to Alabama.

If anything, he looked bored.

"Okay," Finn said, through gritted teeth. "Now look at this."

He pulled up a photo of Ashley--Terrence's mother--naked, covered in cum. Terrence had been there when he'd taken the pictures, when he'd gotten Ashley naked, masturbated onto her nude body, and then photographed her as she came.

"Ohhhh," Terrence said, after a nonchalant glance at the lewd photos of his mother. "It's like, from the same angle."

"That's what you think is noteworthy about it?"

"I mean, like, you're taking up photography. I think they're outstanding, man. Keep at 'em!"

Finn put his photo away.

"What would you say if I told you I fucked Ms. Yadamec?"

Terrence let out a bark of laughter. "I'd say: bull. Shit."

"Why?"

"I told you the other day, man--she'd never have sex with a student."

"Right. But I just showed you a video... "

A disgusted look came over Finn's best friend's face. "Yeah, don't remind me."

"So doesn't that... y'know. Mean that she would?"

"No way, man. That's just head."

Finn blinked twice at his friend's casual reaction.

"So getting head from a teacher is normal?"

"Not any teacher," Terrence said. "But Ms. Yadamec, sure."

"And your mom?"

He didn't even hesitate for a second. "Yeah. Like, I know she's my mom, but I'm not stupid. I know everyone's into her."

"But why would that mean she gives head?"

Terrence shrugged. "It's just head, man. It's not like she's having sex with anyone but my Dad."

"Right," Finn said.

Strangely enough, he felt a lot better.

His theory had been that Control did more than it seemed. Like, yes, it obviously allowed him to affect his mother's clothing, her appearance, and it made her obey his direct commands--up to a limit.

But there were some more subtle effects. When he'd jerked off onto Terrence's mother right in front of him, it had been like his best friend didn't even know it was happening. But now that he'd been shown photos--or videos of their teacher sucking him off--his mind had just... adjusted, to fit the new reality.

Terrence thought that a teacher--and his own mother!--giving Finn head was 'normal'. Even though just a week earlier, he would've been shocked by the first and disgusted by the second.

Clearly, Control did more than just direct manipulation. It created some kind of... reality... field. It rewrote everything. Everyone!

Ms. Yadamec wasn't really a slut. She was just an ordinary, lovely lady. She was a teacher! But when Finn had used Control on her, it had... changed her. Not just by making her obey his commands, it had rewritten her history, fetishized her.

Real people didn't have sex several times a week with different people. And they especially didn't have sex with female teachers at the same school. That had all been for Finn's benefit, to turn him on.

That was the only explanation that made sense. Because if that was true... it meant his mother didn't like spanking.

His mother was an uptight prude. Yes, she'd had sex with Finn's father--he accepted that was a necessary step in the sequence of events that had led to his birth. But Finn's Dad had never... spanked her.

And until Finn had used the app on her the previous night, she'd definitely, definitely, definitely never cum from being spanked before.

The story she'd told him, the answers she'd given... those were coming from the app. They had to be. It was the only explanation that made sense.

The only explanation that Finn could accept.

And there was only one more thing he needed to do to prove it.

"Sure," Jenny said, throwing Finn a nervous grin. For a moment, he was worried--did she suspect what he was going to do? What he'd done already?

No. No, the experiment with Terrence had proven, beyond a doubt, that the app protected itself. No one under its influence--hell, even people who weren't under its direct influence, like Terrence--had even a hint that anything was amiss.

She was probably just nervous because he'd never been over to her place before.

Jenny had no idea what she was going to do when they got there.

Finn couldn't help but feel guilty about it. He'd started to get really close with Jenny, and if he hadn't needed to confirm his theory, he'd been starting to wonder if he'd even use the app on Jenny again. Like, yeah, it had been hot to get her topless and to watch her masturbate... but he had Ms. Yadamec for that, and Ashley.

He liked Jenny. He respected her.

Not that he didn't respect his teacher or his best friend's mom. But it was different with Jenny. She was his friend now. He wasn't sure that he wanted to use a mind-control app to give him access to his friend's body.

But Finn needed to know for sure. He needed to know.

Because the alternative was just too uncomfortable to face.

As they walked up the drive, Finn realized that Jenny was talking. Had been talking for a while, in fact. Prattling, even, almost like she couldn't stop.

"... and if my Mom is home, then we should be really quiet, because she gets mad if I'm too loud. And if she has, um, a friend over, then maybe we shouldn't even go in? Actually, yeah, would you mind if we just did this another day? If my Mom has a friend over, I don't want to, um, disturb her, and so I just... I dunno, I feel like... I think... "

Finn's eyes widened. His new friend was twisting her hands, and she kept talking faster, and he didn't think she'd been this red even when she'd been cumming in front of him.

"I, um... I have to... I mean... "

He had no idea what to do. Was this a panic attack? In the movies, when someone was having a panic attack, the other characters would sometimes slap them, but he couldn't slap her. Could he? Was he supposed to slap her?

A brainwave hit the redheaded teen, and he pulled out his phone. A few clicks later, and he was agreeing to 'pay five hours per hour' to control Jenny.

As soon as he'd hit confirm, he gave a command: "Calm down."

Buzz.

To Finn's great relief, his classmate took a deep breath, then straightened up, looking more like her usual self.

"Better?" he asked, and she gave him a nod.

"This is just a normal visit," he said, hoping that would function as a command. "You have nothing to be worried about."

The app didn't buzz, but Jenny nodded, and he linked arms with her as they continued down the drive.

Jenny's mother wasn't home, which Finn was relieved about--he wasn't worried about being caught (Control would completely take care of that), but he'd gathered that Jenny and her mom didn't have the best relationship, and he didn't want to get caught in the middle of it.

Not that he could exactly claim to be the world champion of maternal relations.

Jenny led the way to her room, closing the door behind her. As soon as she did, Finn started giving commands.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, the phone in his pocket buzzing immediately, and his classmate did as she was told, throwing him a confused glance as she did.

His instinct was to tell her to find it sexy, but that would go against what he was trying to prove.

Soon, Jenny was naked, her face red as Finn's eyes roamed over her nude body. God, she had a nice rack--bigger than Ms. Yadamec's, and Jenny was only eighteen years old. She didn't have the tits of Ashley (no one did), but her bust was certainly nothing to sneeze at.

Well, it was something to sneeze on. With his dick.

One nanosecond later, Finn was supremely glad that no one else could hear his thoughts.

"Do you get naked in front of guys a lot?" Finn asked, and Jenny shook her head.

"I'm shy," she said quietly. "You know this."

Finn hadn't ordered her to stand a certain way, and so she'd naturally draped one hand across her enormous bust, hiding her nipples from view, and the other was blocking his view between her legs.

"Put your hands on your head," he ordered. His phone vibrated, and Jenny's blush deepened as her entire, naked self was exposed to him once more.

He stared at her for a minute, enjoying the sight of her completely nude body. His gaze shifted up and down, drinking in her body's curves, while Jenny's face just got redder and redder.

"Are you turned on?" he asked, and the teenage girl shook her head.

"Be honest," Finn ordered, and his phone buzzed in his pocket. "Are you turned on?"

"No," Jenny said, in a voice so quiet that Finn could hardly hear her.

He frowned. This wasn't how he'd expected this to go down. He'd figured the app would do what it had done to his teacher, or his mother, and invent a sexy backstory that Jenny believed was true.

Instead, she seemed... uncomfortable. Her eyes were darting back and forth, like she was trapped, and trying to work out how to get out.

A sinking feeling appeared in Finn's gut.

"Do you... did you... "

His eyes widened. Of course! His teacher's made-up backstory hadn't been the same as his mother's; of course, Jenny would be different. Maybe he unconsciously found her shyness sexy, her innocence (and the fact that he could be her first) a turn-on. It made no sense for Ms. Yadamec or his mother to be virgins, but it was a classic fetish.

The app was giving him a variety of sexual fantasies to pick from.

Of course, it would be especially sexy if she were a virgin who got off from being spanked.

Finn sat on her bed. "Come and here," he ordered, patting his thigh, and as his phone buzzed, Jenny nodded and approached him, her body jiggling with each step.

"I'm going to spank you," Finn said, and Jenny's eyes widened.

"O-okay," she replied, her voice quivering. It almost sounded like she was going to cry.

"Tell me how you feel about that," he ordered. Buzz. "Be honest." Buzz.

"I don't... I don't think I'm going to like it," she confessed, her voice breaking as she did. Finn nodded. This must have all been part of the fetish--the reluctance, the fear... and ultimately, the pleasure.

"Good," he said, and when he gestured to his lap, Jenny lay across it without hesitation, further supporting his theory. She wanted this. Or, at least, the app had made her want it because he wanted her to.

The teenager let out a grunt as the busty girl settled into his lap, her tits pushing against his thigh as she shifted to get comfortable.

"I don't understand what's happening," she whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the room. Finn didn't reply--he didn't want to accidentally give an empathetic response that would taint the data, like "you're going to love it", or "just enjoy yourself".

Jenny's ass was smaller than his teacher's, but slightly rounder than his mother's--even after the adjustments he'd made to her curves. He lifted his hand and slapped it.

Smack!

"Ow," she whispered, and his palm stung with the impact.

"How does that feel?" he asked, and she shrugged. "Be honest," he ordered, and his phone buzzed. "Be honest, any time I ask you a question."

Buzz.

"It hurt," she said.

"Do you like it?" Finn asked, making sure to phrase it as a question.

Jenny shook his head.

Right. She probably had to build up to the pleasure. It wouldn't be believable if she just came from the first blow.

Smack!

"Ow!" she cried out, and Finn barely managed to hold back from rolling his eyes. The app was really milking it. Better speed things up and get to the good part.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh my god," she cried out, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. It still sounded pained, but... was he imagining a hint of pleasure in his friend's response?

Smack! Smack! Smack!

His hand struck her asscheek over and over. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Soon, both her rear and his hand were red, but he didn't let up, just as he hadn't with his mother the night before. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Finn lost track of how many times he spanked his naked classmate, but it wasn't long before it started. Her whole body was shaking, and the room filled with the sounds of her gasps.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

"It hurts!" she cried out, but he didn't slow down.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Do you like that?"

"No!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Yes! Please, Finn, stop! I don't like it!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The shaking intensified, and Finn knew she was close--thank Christ, because his hand felt like it was on fire. He could only imagine how she felt--fortunately, the endorphins of her orgasm would mask the worst of it.

Although she'd probably have trouble sitting down for the next week.

He raised his hand for another almighty spanking... when he heard it.

A sob. Not of pleasure, but of sheer anguish.

Both of Jenny's hands were on her face, and her face was shaking back and forth intensely... she wasn't cumming. She was crying. She was sobbing uncontrollably with the pain of what Finn was doing to her.

His mouth fell open in shock.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and got an immediate, clearly honest response.

"No!" she sobbed, and Finn looked down at her bare ass, welts already forming from the intensity of what he'd done to her. His friend was naked, bent over, and crying.

"Oh, god!" he said, his heart beating a thousand times faster than normal. "Um, you can get up. If you want to."

There was no buzz, but Jenny forced herself to her feet, her large breasts swaying slightly as she did. As soon as she saw Finn looking at them, she covered her tits--her face was red and blotchy, with snot pouring out of her nose.

It was not a sexy sight.

"Are you okay?"

"N-no," Jenny sobbed, and--not sure what else to do--Finn stood and hugged his naked, crying friend.

Even though he was the one who'd caused her such pain (or perhaps because of that), Jenny accepted his embrace, burying her face in his chest, and sobbing loudly. Finn tried not to enjoy the feeling of the girl's large, bare breasts pressed against his chest, and it took him a while to notice that her crying had subsided.

He just wanted her to feel better--in that moment, he felt like he'd do anything to make her feel better.

And then his eyes widened as he realized that he could.

"Feel better," he ordered. His phone buzzed, and--just like that--Jenny's posture changed.

Her eyes brightened immediately, and a smile slowly spread across her face.

"Feel better?" he said again, but this time as a question.

"I do feel better," she said, smiling shyly. "Um. Thanks."

"Uh..."

Finn felt awful for what he'd done... but he needed to learn what was happening. If he didn't take advantage of the hour he'd just paid five hours for, it would all have been for nothing.

Jenny's suffering would have been for nothing.

"Did any part of you enjoy that?" he asked, and Jenny's cheery attitude dimmed as she shook her head.

"No," she said quietly. "No, Finn. I feel better now, but I really, really hated that."

Finn's insides felt like lead.

He'd been wrong. The app hadn't made his mother like spanking. It hadn't turned Ms. Yadamec into a slut.

He'd been so confident that he hadn't even hesitated before spanking Jenny for no reason, before torturing his new friend for... he glanced at the app. For almost half an hour!

God, what had he done?

"Jenny," he said, his throat suddenly dry. "I'm... I'm sorry."

But she didn't say anything, just kept staring at him sadly.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't turn back time... but he could remove the displeasure she'd felt from it.

No, he could do better than that. He could make the whole thing pleasurable.

He could take... how his mother felt about it... and give that to Jenny.

It was a gift, really.

"That was one of the most erotic experiences of your life," he said. The phone didn't buzz, and Jenny shook her head again.

"It really wasn't," she began, but Finn spoke over her.

"Remember that as an erotic experience," he commanded.

Buzz.

"Change your desires so that you love being spanked. It's your biggest turn-on."

Buzz.

"You're going to masturbate every night thinking about being spanked by me."

Buzz.

"You love being spanked," he said, his voice raspy. "From now on, you think it's the best thing ever."

Buzz.

He didn't need the buzzes from his phone to know that it was working. The haze of lust that settled over Jenny's face told him everything he needed to know--her glassy, half-lidded eyes looking at him, her suddenly deep breaths.

"You'll do anything I say," he added. The phone buzzed, but when he glanced down at it, it wasn't a message of affirmation.

Request denied, it read. Level restriction reached.

That made sense. If he could just order her to do anything he said, then the level restrictions would no longer apply... which defeated the point of having level restrictions in the first place.

"Now," Finn said with a smile. "I want to watch you masturbate."

It wasn't a command, so his phone didn't buzz. But Jenny sat down on the other end of her bed and spread her legs for him nonetheless.

Chapter 13

Finn was having trouble looking his Mom in the eyes.

For his entire life, she'd just been his Mom. His overly strict, uptight, no-fun-allowed Mom.

But ever since he'd gotten Control...

The physical changes were the most obvious. She was softer, curvier. And, of course, when he was using the app, he could make her wear whatever he wanted.

Anything he wanted.

But the most significant shift, more than her appearance, more than the clothing he could put her in, was that he'd started thinking of her as a woman.

He didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. But hearing her cum in the bathroom, and then bringing her to orgasm while spanking her... learning that she'd always had these proclivities, that he'd stumbled upon his mother's fetish.

There was nothing he could do to undo it. He couldn't not think about her that way.

He couldn't forget the sounds she'd made, or the way her ass had felt as he spanked her, or the way she'd writhed on his lap.

Finn knew what it sounded like when his Mom came. He knew how her body reacted. He knew what turned her on.

And he couldn't forget any of it.

He'd tried to blame the app, but his experiment with Jenny had pretty conclusively proven that Control hadn't created her submissive tendencies. She really did like being spanked.

Finn's mother was a sexual creature, and he couldn't unsee it. He couldn't ignore it.

And he didn't know what to do.

The one thing that Finn was sure of was that he couldn't use the app on his mother anymore. If he just never used the app on her, they'd never do anything sexual again. Maybe, with time, he'd even forget what he'd seen, what he'd heard.

What he'd smelled.

Not trusting himself at home with a pocketful of Control hours, he'd made the conscious decision to spend them elsewhere. Yes, they spent at a five-to-one rate on women who weren't his mother, but that's what he wanted.

He wanted to use the hours on someone who wasn't his mother. On someone he could actually take advantage of.

Not Jenny. After the last time he'd seen her, he'd been avoiding her. Not that she wasn't hot as hell: she was sexy, stacked, and watching her cum had been incredible. But watching her cry, realizing that he was the one who'd made her cry...

It had been a little too real. And so any time she glanced at him from across the lunch room, he'd turned away and pretended not to see her.

Instead, Finn had spent his remaining hours evenly between his teacher, Ms. Yadamec, and his best friend's mother.

The first time he'd gotten head from Ashley, Finn hadn't even bothered getting her into a private place. There was something so hot about taking her while her family watched, while her husband watched.

He'd come home with Terrence, and the second he'd stepped through the door, had confirmed with Control that he wanted to spend five hours per hour, for Ashley to be his.

Finn had been rock hard the entire way home from school, and it was all he could do not to groan aloud at the sight of his friend's mother. She was prepping dinner: their house had an open floor plan, with the kitchen, dining room, and living room as one big shared space.

Ashley's blonde hair was tied back into a loose ponytail, and she was wearing a blue sundress--like everything she wore, it looked great on her, doing very little to hide her massive chest.

Finn wasn't even sure it was possible for her to hide the size of her chest.

"Hi guys!" she said, a broad grin on her face as she turned to greet the teenagers. "How was school?"

"Fine," Terrence said, throwing Finn a look of 'sorry for the lame questions'. Finn had no idea how one could spend so much time with a woman like Ashley and not appreciate the way she looked... but, of course, most sons didn't think of their moms sexually.

Most sons hadn't spanked their mothers to a loud, long, panting orgasm.

Finn shook his head. This was what he was explicitly trying to distract himself from.

"You should ask Terrence to take over cooking," Finn said, trying to phrase it as a command without making it too obvious.

Though, honestly, he wasn't sure why. So far, no one had treated his app-driven orders as unusual in the slightest, except for when he'd been told off for being too crude at the dinner table.

His phone buzzed, and Ashley nodded. "Terrence, honey, can you cook tonight?"

"Really?" her son replied, looking between his best friend and his mother, a confused look on his face.

"You should do as your mother says," Finn smiled, and Terrence's confusion intensified. "Ashley, order him to take over for you."

Buzz. "Terrence," Ashley said, suddenly looking as stern as Finn had ever seen her, "take over the cooking for me, or you're going to be in big trouble."

There was a pause, and Finn wondered if he'd overstepped. Terrence wasn't under the control of Control, after all, only Ashley: he could still refuse, or complain to his father, and Finn could potentially be in trouble--or even banned from visiting.

But after a moment, Terrence sighed. "Fine," he growled, making his way into the kitchen. Even at eighteen, apparently, his mother was still enough of an authority figure to get him to do as he was told.

Ashley gave him instructions on how to finish the meal, and when she was done, she looked almost as confused as her son had been a few minutes earlier. Finn had told her what to do, but not why.

"Now," the teenage boy said, beckoning the blonde bombshell closer. "Take off your dress."

Buzz.

"Of course," Ashley said without hesitation, and Finn smiled as the now-familiar sight of his best friend's mother stripping naked met his eyes. His erection throbbed against the waistband of his jeans as the busty woman removed her sundress, revealing a black bra and a pair of matching panties underneath.

"Take off your bra," he said, and Ashley nodded. Buzz.

Finn gulped as the blonde woman unhooked her bra, allowing her large breasts to fall free of their support. He'd already seen her topless (and bottomless) but it was still an incredible turn-on to see a woman he'd lusted after for so many years expose herself for his viewing pleasure.

Even with her son in the room.

His best friend's mom's tits were just as gorgeous as ever--huge, round, and firm--and he took a moment to appreciate them. "You look amazing," he said, and Ashley smiled proudly. Her eyes were fixed on Finn, watching his reaction as he looked her body up and down.

"Thank you."

"Play with them," Finn ordered, and as the phone buzzed in his pocket, Ashley giggled, reaching up and cupping her breasts in her hands. The flesh was soft and smooth, and Finn couldn't help but groan as the blonde woman massaged her own chest in front of him.

"You have no idea how horny these things make me," Finn told her, and Ashley blushed, her smile widening.

"Dude," Terrence said from the kitchen. "That's my mom!"

His nonchalance about his mother's sexual activities was apparently lessened when it was happening right in front of him. Finn ignored his friend and continued ogling the topless MILF in front of him.

"Take off your panties," he ordered, his voice suddenly hoarse. His phone buzzed, and in just a moment, Ashley was naked in the large room, and Finn was rock-hard in his pants.

"God damn," he said, and Ashley giggled again.

He hadn't ordered her to giggle. Apparently, that was her natural reaction when naked in front of a man.

"Thank you, Finnegan," she said, smiling sweetly as she watched the teenager admire her body.

Finn reached into his pants and squeezed his dick. Behind him, the door opened.

"Hi, honey," Terrence's father said, not blinking an eye at his wife's nudity. He glanced over at the kitchen. "Giving your mother the night off, are you?"

"Something like that," Terrence muttered, and his father didn't question it.

"Ask him to stay here," Finn whispered into the naked woman's ear, and Ashley nodded obediently. Buzz.

"Why don't we all have some quality time together, James?" she said to her husband, and he shrugged.

"No skin off my nose." The middle-aged man set his briefcase down, reached into the fridge, and pulled out two bottles of beer. He handed one to his son and walked back towards the lounge.

"Keep him in here," Finn ordered, and the phone buzzed in his pocket.

The blonde woman nodded. "Why don't you supervise Terrence?" she suggested, and Finn grinned.

Her husband frowned, but nodded. "Sure thing, Ash."

Terrence probably would have made more of a fuss about the suggestion, but Ashley had noticed what Finn hadn't, which was that he was struggling with the meal that his mother had started.

James leaned against the counter, sipping his beer and offering his son advice, neither of them at all bothered by the fact that Ashley was standing, completely naked, just a few feet away.

As Terrence's father stepped forward to show his son the best way to sauté a carrot, Finn took advantage of the opportunity to escalate things without them noticing.

"Suck my cock," he ordered, quietly enough that only Ashley could hear him. Buzz. "And play with yourself while you do."

Ms. Yadamec loved touching herself while she gave him head, an act that had become so much hotter when Finn had realized it wasn't an implanted desire.

His teacher just really liked sucking cock that much. She just really liked sucking his cock that much.

Perhaps Ashley would have naturally started touching herself, perhaps she--like his teacher--just found the act inherently arousing, but Finn found the idea of watching her do it at his command just as hot.

His best friend's mother dropped to her knees, her naked body on full display to her husband and son as she undid Finn's pants. And the second his fly was unzipped, his cock was in the blonde woman's mouth, and she had a finger on her pussy.

"Oh fuck," Finn moaned, as Ashley's tongue wrapped around his shaft.

"Language!" her husband thundered, utterly unperturbed by the sight of his naked wife giving head to their son's best friend... yet still bothered by the F-word.

"Sorry," Terrence gulped. Ashley's huge blonde eyes were staring up at him, and his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing him a little deeper into her throat.

"Fuck," he repeated, but quieter. "Oh, you're so good at this, Ashley."

Her eyes gleamed at the praise, but she didn't slow down for a second, her head bobbing up and down on Finn's shaft, her hand moving between her legs.

If he were being completely objective, he would have had to admit that Ms. Yadamec was a better cocksucker, but Ashley's huge tits; her curves; and the fact that he'd been lusting after her since the moment he'd hit puberty--it came together and made the experience of having her mouth around him that much hotter.

And, fortunately, there was no need to be objective. He could appreciate the cocksucking skills of his teacher and his best friend's mom as subjectively as he liked.

It didn't take long before Finn could feel the familiar throbbing in his cock. "Ashley, I'm going to cum in your mouth," he told her. "And you're going to swallow every drop."

Buzz.

Ashley's head was moving fast, her tits bouncing as she sucked her son's friend's cock. Finn's eyes were fixed on her, his hands on her head as she continued to suck, play with herself, and stare up at him with those huge eyes.

God damn, those eyes. He'd never known that one could be so sexually attracted to a pair of eyes.

His balls were churning, and his dick was throbbing in his best friend's mom's throat. "I'm close," he gasped, and it was all he could do not to laugh when he got a response from his best friend in the kitchen: "That's great; dinner is almost done."

The blonde's head moved even faster, her hand working even more furiously on her pussy. She was moaning as she sucked, and her eyes had a hazy, lustful quality, like she couldn't think of anything other than the cock in her mouth, like it was her whole world.

Or perhaps that was just Finn's wishful thinking.

Finn's hips bucked, his orgasm imminent. "I want to watch you cum," he said. There was no buzz, but he somehow felt Ashley nod, even as she fellated him like her life depended on it.

"I'm cumming," he whispered. "Oh, fuck, Ashley, I'm cumming... "

He let out a cry as his cock exploded, pumping cum into her mouth, and a second later, she came too, the two of them sharing a climax, the teenage redhead and Terrence's naked mother.

Finn's eyes rolled back, his hips thrusting, his hands holding the blonde woman's head as she swallowed his load as fast as he could give it to her. His dick was sensitive in the aftermath of his orgasm, but that wasn't enough to stop Ashley from sucking him to the last drop, her tongue running along his cockhead and sending shivers up his spine.

"Oh, god," Finn panted. "Oh god..."

Ashley was flushed and panting and still on her knees in front of him when the first call of "dinner's ready!" interrupted them.

"Get some plates, Finn," James ordered, and Finn nodded, pulling his softening penis from Ashley's mouth and walking past the naked woman, into the kitchen. The three men set about serving the meal that Ashley had started, and her son had finished, while she continued kneeling, naked, in the middle of the room.

Within a few minutes, they were sitting around the table, in front of a delicious meal, and even Terrence's father complimented his son's efforts, much to the teenage boy's delight. They ate together as a family, as though Ashley's nakedness was entirely expected, and the fact that Finn had cum in her throat just a minute earlier was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

As he was served a second helping of chicken, Finn glanced at the app on his phone. He had about fifteen minutes remaining--probably not enough time to finish again... but more than enough time to test the limits of the app's effects on non-targets.

"Ashley," he said casually, "tell your family how much you enjoyed what we just did."

Buzz.

"Oh, I loved that," she admitted, her eyes gleaming at Finn. "Finnegan's dick is quite lovely, and he came so hard in my mouth, and I got to cum while I was doing it--it was so much better than just finishing myself on my own in the bathroom."

Finn's eyes widened at her admission. He'd just been trying to have some fun and learned far more than he meant to.

It seemed that Terrence wasn't the only member of the family who was immune to Ashley's sexual appeal.

"Tell your husband that I'm better than him," he ordered. Buzz. Ashley nodded, turning her attention to the father of her child.

"You're bigger," she told him. "But Finnegan is more fun to go down on. He's so appreciative, and so responsive."

Ashley's husband was eating, nodding as his wife gave her appraisal, not saying a word.

"And he came so much, too. I got to swallow so much of his cum."

Finn was grinning broadly as the busty woman continued praising him.

"You know I love you, James," she said, before turning her attention back to her son's friend. "But Finn, I much prefer going down on you."

"Thanks, Ashley," he said with a smile.

The next few minutes were spent in the same way: Finn ordered his best friend's mother to tell the rest of her family about how much she enjoyed sexual exploits with him. He smiled at the sight of her husband and son listening to the explicit descriptions with mild interest, nodding along and even contributing to the conversation on occasion.

When the time ended, Finn was almost tempted to spend another five hours for another hour. The sight of the naked woman at the dinner table, boasting about how much fun she'd had going down on him--to her own husband and son, at that--was almost as much of an erotic thrill as having her do it in the first place.

And the meal wasn't bad either.

Just as the last time he came for dinner, when Ashley's hour ended, she made an excuse to leave.

Finn's eyes followed the bare ass of his best friend's mom as she made her way into her own bedroom, but when he glanced back at her husband and son, neither of them had even blinked at the sight.

Ashley returned a few minutes later, wearing a robe that certainly covered up more than her nudity had, but not by much, and Finn wished he could stay there forever.

But, alas, he had to go home. Home, to the mother whose gaze he was ignoring.

Chapter 14

Finn was so busy avoiding his mother that it took him a few days to realize that she, for whatever reason, was avoiding him.

'For whatever reason'... Finn knew very well that he could use he app, order honesty, and find out in an instant why his mother wasn't talking to him.

But he wouldn't. He couldn't.

And so, he continued using his hours on Ms. Yadamec and Ashley, his teacher and his best friend's mother, women who were so sexy, so fun, that they made him forget all about his mother.

Twice more, he went to his best friend's house and enjoyed the sight of her on her knees, sucking him off. Twice more, he came deep into her throat and watched her swallow, her face red, her breasts bouncing, her hand between her legs.

Ms. Yadamec was a little easier to access, and so he used her three times before his rounds ran dry. It didn't hurt that she would often give him sultry looks during class, practically fucking him with her eyes. He had her meet him after class, and ordered her to get naked and suck him off.

The second time, Finn had ordered her to let him spank her, but just a few slaps in, he'd had to stop, reminded too much of his own mother.

The last time, he'd tried something else.

"Kiss me," he'd ordered.

Buzz.

His teacher's eyes widened, but she hadn't hesitated before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him, pulling him close.

She could easily have given him a quick peck, but instead, Ms. Yadamec had kissed him, her lips meeting his, their tongues dancing. It hadn't been Finn's first kiss, but it had been a million times better than the rest put together.

Their bodies had pressed together, and Finn allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of a kiss with a teacher who was so sexy, he'd masturbated to the thought of her more times than he could remember. She'd tasted of coffee and cherry lip balm, and he was acutely aware of the feel of her breasts pressing against his chest.

When Finn had finally pulled away from the embrace, the teacher's face was bright red, her eyes unfocused.

"Did you like that?" he asked, and she nodded.

"I've always liked kissing," she admitted. "But that was so hot. I love that you're my student. It's such a turn-on."

Finn's cock had throbbed. "Get naked and suck me off."

The phone in his pocket buzzed, and his teacher nodded. He didn't need to order her to touch herself, and when he finished in her mouth just a few minutes later, he knew that she was also cumming on her fingers.

Watching his teacher get off while getting him off had been hot enough to make the concerns about his mother and the ethics of the app and every other worry that had been plaguing him disappear.

But when she was done, his thoughts came rushing back, compounded by one simple fact:

He was out of hours.

Finn had just over three hours left--not enough to use the 'rental' feature on Ashley, Jenny, or Ms. Yadamec. And he didn't even know if leveling up would give him more hours, or if he should have been more judicious with the hours he already had.

It had been over a week since he'd spanked his mother. Since he'd made her orgasm on his lap.

Since then, he'd spanked Jenny to orgasm, he'd gotten two blowjobs from the busty blonde who had given birth to his best friend, and three from his teacher.

Yet he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't get his mother's cries out of his mind. It was like he was haunted, and the orgasms his other women had given him were doing nothing to exorcise the memories.

And he was out of hours.

Without the ability to distract himself with the bodies of other women, Finn threw himself into his schoolwork. Where last time he'd done so to improve his grades, this time he did it to take the memories of his mother and the things they'd done together and crowd them out, push them to the back of his mind.

It didn't work. Even as he immersed himself in his schoolwork, his mother was a presence in the corner of his vision, a distraction that wouldn't go away.

He wanted nothing more than to replace the memories of his mother's orgasms with more of Ashley's, more of Ms. Yadamec's, more of his friend Jenny's. But without hours, he couldn't--not that the hours he'd used for that had gotten him far on that front.

After a week of burning the candle at both ends, Finn found himself getting snappy and ill-tempered. And so when he'd walked into the kitchen and his mother had immediately stood to leave, he didn't even bother hiding his frustration.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he growled, and his mother frowned, taken aback.

But still she didn't say anything.

"Talk to me!" he ordered, and even though she wasn't under Control, she nodded. But instead of explaining, she asked a question.

"Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm fine," he said. "Just... leave me alone."

If he hadn't been underslept and dreaming each night of using the app, he wouldn't have said it. But he was, and he had been, so--to his great regret--he did. Without thinking, he added three words.

"That's an order."

Finn's phone didn't buzz. Instead, he felt the room get chilly as he realized what he'd said.

"Finnegan," his mother said, and he didn't need to look at her to know that her lips--even her larger, fuller, Control-enhanced lips--were as thin as a knife's blade. "I know you've been working a lot, and I know that can be stressful, but you don't get to talk to your mother that way, young man."

"I'm sorry," he replied, his face as red as his hair. He couldn't believe what had slipped out. He'd forgotten that he hadn't activated Control--that he wouldn't be activating it until he could do so on someone other than his mother.

"Look at me," she ordered, and--for the first time in weeks--Finn actually made eye contact with his mother.

Her eyebrows were drawn together, her eyes intense and angry.

"I'm really sorry," he said, but despite his sincerity, Finn's mother's expression didn't change.

"I think that you need to learn a lesson," she said sternly, and all of a sudden Finn felt a strange shift in the energy of the room, "about how to treat your mother. Especially when she's just trying to help you."

"What are you talking about?" the teenage boy asked, and was met with a sight he'd only witnessed a few times in his entire life.

His mother hesitated, as though unsure about what she was going to say next.

"Say it," he ordered without thinking, and instead of the comforting buzz from his phone, he was met with his mother's eyes flaring in fury.

"That's it," she said coolly. "You've left me with no choice. I'm going to have to... to punish you."

"What are you going to do?" Finn spat back. "Ground me?"

"I'm going to spank you," his mother replied, staring him straight in the eyes.

Finn's eyebrows shot up. He had to have misheard.

"You're... what?"

"You heard me, Finnegan."

Finn didn't move, his mind whirring as he processed what was happening.

None of the other women he'd used Control on had acted sexually when the app wasn't activated. Yes, Ms. Yadamec sometimes gave him bedroom eyes in class, but every time he went to Terrence's house, his mother treated him like she had for the last decade-plus.

Right up until she stripped naked, knelt in front of him, and sucked his cock like her life depended on it. But that was the app.

Jenny had been avoiding him, but that could have been anything. Jenny, Terrence was slowly realizing, was a bit of a weird girl--an odd girl who happened to have the body of a porn star.

But she was probably reacting to the way he'd been avoiding her, not anything to do with Control.

So why the hell was his mother bringing up spanking? She hadn't spanked him since he was a child, and even then, it was only the once. But, just two weeks out from when he'd spanked her to two long, loud orgasms, his mother was threatening to do the same to him?

Well, probably not the orgasm part. But she'd definitely said she was going to spank him.

Finn had no idea what was going on... but he knew how to check.

It just involved breaking a rule he'd set for himself--a rule he'd set for a very good reason.

Finn took a deep breath. His mother was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips, her eyebrows drawn together. Her eyes were blazing with a mother's fury at the disrespect she'd just witnessed.

Except... when he looked closer, he saw more than that.

It wasn't something he would have noticed before Control. It wasn't something he would have been able to see, because he wouldn't have known to look.

But now that he'd seen the looks of arousal on the faces of his teacher, his friend, and his best friend's busty mother... now that he'd seen them climax, again and again, Finn knew what to look for.

His mother was horny. She might not even have known she was horny, but it was apparent, now that he was looking for it.

She wanted to spank him. Perhaps that was part of her fetish--spanking and being spanked.

Or maybe she wasn't even aware of how turned on she was, and her lust-addled brain had suggested the thing it had been obsessing over for the last few weeks.

Finn's eyes widened.

Maybe she'd been thinking about their tryst as much as he had. Maybe she couldn't forget the way she'd climaxed in her son's lap, and was dying for him to do it again... but didn't know how to ask.

Maybe Control meant she couldn't ask.

There were so many possibilities, he had so many questions...

And he only knew one way to get answers he could trust.

With a gulp, Finn reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Without looking away from his mother, he opened the app.

His hand was steady as he clicked through the menus, his eyes flicking down to make sure he wasn't accidentally deleting his account or anything.

Finn's thumb hovered over the 'start' button, his eyes still on his mother's.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, and his mother nodded.

"I won't be disrespected in my own home, young man." Her tone was fierce, but her mouth trembled slightly as she spoke.

Finn had to work out what was going on. He knew he didn't have a choice.

At least, that was what he told himself as he activated the timer.

His mother didn't break eye contact, not even when a small avatar of herself appeared on his screen. She was wearing exactly what she was: a green cardigan with a white shirt and loose blue pants. It had long been one of her standard around-the-house fits, but ever since Control's effect on her body, the outfit was more flattering.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly, and his mother narrowed her eyes.

Finn sighed.

"Tell me what you're doing," he said, rephrasing the question so the phone buzzed in his hand. He didn't need to look down to know what the pop-up notification said.

"I'm trying to punish my son," Sam replied immediately. "For being insolent."

"Tell me what you're really doing," Finn said flatly.

Buzz.

"I... think that is what I'm doing," she replied, and Finn nodded.

He'd been right. His mother probably didn't even realize how turned on she was. She was acting purely on subconscious desires.

"Have you been thinking about what we did two weeks ago?" Finn asked, before quickly adding, "Answer all my questions honestly."

Buzz.

"N-no," his mother said, suddenly slumping. "But... I've been dreaming about it."

Finn raised one red eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," his mother nodded.

"Tell me about the dreams." Buzz.

"They're not very interesting. I dream about what we did. You sit me on your lap, and spank me, and I cum really, really hard." All of a sudden, Finn's mother's face was flushed, her words coming out in an uncharacteristic rush.

"Do you like the dreams?"

"It's the best dream I've had in years," Sam admitted, licking her lips. "And when I wake up, I'm wet and horny and I touch myself, and I cum all over again, and I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop myself."

Finn's cock was rock hard in his jeans at his mother's explicit description of the effect his spanking had had on her. He'd been so adamant that he wouldn't do anything like that again, that it couldn't happen again...

And yet all of his mother's dreams seemed to revolve around the act being repeated.

He didn't even ask a question, but Sam continued, as if desperate to get it off her chest.

"I reached out to... to that coworker I told you about. I just wanted to find someone who could, who would... "

"Who liked the same things as you?" Finn offered, and his mother nodded gratefully.

"He didn't reply," she admitted. "And so I... I didn't know what to do."

"Why did you tell me you were going to spank me?" Finn asked, and his mother's blush somehow grew deeper.

"You can't talk to me like that," she said. "And I... I think about being spanked all the time. It was the first thing that came to mind." There was a short pause before she repeated herself:

"I think about it all the time."

"You're never going to threaten to spank me again," Finn ordered. His phone buzzed, and his mother nodded. "And you're not going to try to hook up with that coworker again, either," he added. "Or anyone else."

Buzz. "Of course," she said, and Finn could tell she was a little disappointed by that.

Finn wasn't sure why he'd added 'or anyone else'. His mother was a free agent... and it would probably be better for him if she found someone who could take his place and fulfill the role he'd unwillingly found himself in.

Someone to... relieve her tension.

But for reasons he couldn't explain, he didn't want that.

Surely that was a natural reaction. No one wants to see someone hook up with their mother. No one wants to see another man take their father's place.

That's all it was.

But if no one else was going to...

"Would you like me to spank you again?" he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper.

Sam nodded.

"Ask me," he breathed. "Nicely."

Buzz.

"Please, Finnegan," his mother said, her eyes wide, pleading. "Please, will you spank me again?"

"I shouldn't," Finn said, uncomfortably hard.

His mother nodded.

"Seriously. We shouldn't."

She nodded again.

"Ask me to anyway." Buzz.

"Please, spank me anyway."

"Tell me why I should." Buzz.

"Because I need it," Sam said, her eyes downcast, her face beet-red.

The contrast between the woman standing in front of him and the woman who'd raised Finn was incredible. His mother, his proud, confident mother would never stand in front of someone and beg them to spank her.

Especially her own son.

His mother had been as thin as a stick insect, all angles, no softness. The blushing, desperate woman standing in front of him was curvaceous. He could see the outline of her nipples, hard through the thin material of her shirt.

"Because I can't think straight," Finn's mother continued. "Because I can't sleep at night. Because it's the only thing that's made me feel that good in years."

The way she was looking at him, the desperation in her voice...

"You should do it again because... because I want it."

Finn's heart was pounding in his chest.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Sam said. It was words that Finn had heard his whole life... but somehow, they sounded more true now than they ever had before.

Now, they had a whole different meaning.

"Please," she concluded, raising her green eyes and staring into his. "Please... "

"Come here," Finn said, his voice a hoarse rasp. Buzz. His mother took a step forward, her movements unsteady, but determined. Her breasts bounced in her shirt, something that wouldn't have been possible just a few months earlier.

He'd tried to avoid his mother for the last two weeks, and not once had he managed to forget the way she'd looked when she climaxed. He'd tried not to think about what they'd done, and not once had he succeeded.

He hadn't meant to do it. It had been an accident.

But now that he had, now that the genie was out of the bottle...

"Lie on my lap," he ordered. "On your front."

A shiver ran through Sam's body, and the app buzzed, but Finn knew that she would have done as she was told either way.

She climbed onto her son's bed and lay on her stomach, her ass pointed up. He couldn't help but admire it; it was bigger, softer, rounder than it had been before, and the loose pants she was wearing did nothing to disguise that fact.

He was doing this to help his mother, Finn told himself. He was giving her what she needed, what he'd made her need.

That was all it was. He wasn't doing this for himself. He was doing it for her.

"Tell me you want it," he ordered, and as his phone buzzed, Sam let out a moan, her hips moving slightly on his lap, rubbing against his cock.

"I want it," Sam gasped. "I need it. I've never needed anything more."

Finn had no idea why he was making her repeat herself... but hearing his mother beg for a spanking was hot as fuck.

Not that that was why he was doing this.

"Tell me you need it," he said, and his phone buzzed. Sam's hips were moving rhythmically, and Finn realized with a jolt of lust that she was humping his bed.

"I need it," his mother repeated, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, Finn. I need it."

"Tell me I can do this to you any time I want," Finn ordered. Buzz.

"Yes, Finn," Sam moaned. "You can spank me whenever you want. You don't need to ask permission. Please. Any time you want, Finn."

Finn swallowed. His throat was suddenly dry. It was all too easy to imagine it--even without Control active, pulling his mother onto his lap, spanking her whenever he pleased.

Making her cum, whenever he wanted.

She'd never have the power again. Not if he could punish her (slash reward her) any time he wanted.

"Tell me I'm the man of the house," he said, his voice shaking. Buzz.

"You're the man of the house," Sam moaned, humping her hips into the bed. "You're the man of the house. You're in charge."

"Tell me what you want," Finn said. Buzz.

"I want you to spank me, Finn. I want to feel your hands on my ass. I want it to hurt, and I want... I want to cum, Finn. I want you to make me cum. I want you to spank me until I cum."

Finn nodded and raised his hand.

Who was he to deny his mother?