My third attempt at a story, with a different tone this time. I hope you enjoy. All characters are above 18 years of age.
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Rachel sighed as she looked over the state of her son Anthony's room. Clothes draped everywhere, books and magazines strewn all across the floor, cans of different brands on his desk. The entire place looked like he had opened a suitcase full to bursting that then exploded. She put down the laundry-basket, deciding that she needed to give her son's room a more thorough cleaning. Then they would have a talk about keeping everything neat. She begun by picking up loose shirts, some pair of pants, even some stray boxers. After some minutes that part of her task was done and she walked over to her son's computer. As she started to throw the empty cans into a small plastic bag she accidentally nudged the mouse, causing the screen to light up. Apparently he had been in too much of a hurry this morning to actually shut it down. She was about to hit the button at the bottom of the black tower but paused. She was curious about something.
Rachel sat down in the comfortable office chair, having to adjust it a bit for her height. She was slightly shorter than average, but her son Anthony had inherited his father's height, resulting in him measuring more than a foot higher than his mother. She moved the mouse about slowly on the screen, searching for the folder where he could be keeping his little projects. Rachel was incredible proud of her son having gotten an internship at a smaller game company straight out of high school, and was very interested in what he had accomplished. Rachel's husband Christoffer had always pushed for a healthy interest in the mediums of the future, and as such he had began playing video-games with Anthony from a young age. Rachel had herself never really bothered with it. That was until things changed forever.
When Anthony had just been 12 years old, Christoffer was diagnosed with cancer. Prostate cancer, inoperable. All three of them had been so close to despair, but her darling husband had refused to go quietly. He convinced Rachel to take part in the gaming sessions, partly due to bonding, and for preparing her. Christoffer knew that losing a father young could affect a child very severely, especially if routines were disrupted. As such, she spent as much time as she could with her two favourite boys, and once Christoffer eventually passed, Rachel was ready to take up the mantle. Due to this, she had always treasured the time she spent with her son, the experience reminding them of his father. Which was why she was not surprised in the slightest when Anthony had decided to try actually develop games and not just play them. She had been so proud that day.
Rachel moved the mouse around on the screen, ending up on a folder named "Suburban Dream." She thought the name sounded rather cute, figuring it could be a sweet little adventure. She clicked open the folder, finding a small bunch of files in there, along with an executable file. Very curious now, she double-clicked it, opening up a small window. After clicking past a small menu she found herself controlling a small character on the screen, standing in what looked like a fairly accurate recreation of her own home. The character on the screen was a very simple representation, but based on the black hair and the glasses, it looked like Anthony alright. The controls appeared to be basic enough, and she began to move the little character around, walking until she entered into what seemed like the laundry room. She did raise an eyebrow as she noticed another sprite in there, but decided to walk up to it.
As Rachel clicked the interaction button while she stood next to the other sprite, a drawing appeared on screen. The drawing was of a woman, wearing a white blouse, strawberry-blonde hair in a ponytail and blue eyes. She realised she was looking at an interpretation of herself, a fairly accurate one too. She was now very curious, as text appeared below the drawing.
'Hello there, son. How can your mother help you today?'
Rachel clicked on the text, prompting a different sentence to appear, apparently said by the player character. 'You know what I need, mother.'
The drawing changed, now shifting to one of her copy holding a finger to her mouth.
'Oh, alright son. What will it be?'
To Rachel's surprise four options appeared, all with explicit instructions. 1. I want to fuck your tits. 2. I want to fuck your mouth. 3. I want to fuck your pussy. 4. I want to fuck your ass.
Rachel blinked. Did she read correctly? All of the options were sexual in nature, and very explicitly so. With a shaking finger on the mouse she clicked option number two, prompting another line of text to appear.
'Alright, honey. Drop your pants and mommy will treat your cock just right.'
The drawing disappeared from the screen, now showing another scene entirely. The simple sprite that apparently represented herself knelt down, and began to bob her head as she lined up with the player characters crotch. As this went on, more lines of text appeared without any prompting from Rachel. The words displayed on the screen made her heat up, not with anger, but with something else entirely.
'That's it, mom. Suck my cock, I know you love it. You have been wanting a man in your life again ever since dad died, haven't you? Someone to give your body what you need? A big, hard, thick cock to fill you up? You know I am always here for you, mom. I'll satisfy your needs whenever you want.'
Without realising it Rachel had brought a hand down to her panties, reaching in to touch her pussy as she observed the scene. When she caught herself as she inserted a finger into her now moistening snatch she didn't stop. She kept looking at the simple animation, imagining herself on her knees, sucking her own son's cock. She had expected the thought to be appalling, but instead she found it arousing. She had not even bothered trying to date after her husband died, and with this scenario in front of her she acutely felt the long dry spell she had suffered. She clicked the screen again, causing the scene to be interrupted. Her left hand was still working her pussy as she controlled the character with her right, walking through the house and ending up in the kitchen. She found another clone of herself and after the same pattern as before she saw this representation of her son fucking her over the kitchen sink. She moved her fingers quicker, teasing her clit and folds as she continued to walk through the house. She found a copy of herself in every room, and all of them had sex scenes programmed. The intercourse was mostly basic animations, as she figured he had gotten them from some site to make cheap sex games, but it was intensely arousing to her. As she watched herself on their porch, riding her son she climaxed, squirting love juices for a good foot while she moaned in ecstasy. As she came down from her high she rapidly clicked the entire folder and zipped it with a program, mailing it to herself. She had to think more on this, but she was not letting this potential treasure slip out of her hands. She got up from the chair, wiping the immediate area to clean up her juices before she finished taking care of the room. Her mind was racing, and she could not get the images out of her head.
Rachel was waiting in the laundry room, dressed in the same white blouse that she had been wearing in her son's game. She had done up her ponytail in the same way as well, and her heart was racing. A week had passed since she found the game file, and she had brought herself to climax while playing it many times already. The reason she stood in here right now though, was that it was no longer enough for her. She was well aware that sometimes boys got a fascination with any woman close to them, but what she had experienced was more personal than that. It was intimate, the descriptions vivid and the words explicit. She could feel herself getting slightly wet as she waited, now determined to see how far her son's attraction stretched. She had to refrain from touching herself, slapping away her own hand when it tried to cup her large breasts. As she stood there in the same exact position as in the game, she was getting hornier by the second.
The door opened and slammed close, followed by a call from her son.
"Mom, I'm home." She could hear how Anthony hung up his jacket, walking into the house. He was used to her greeting him so she could hear him stop.
"Mom? Are you home?" She bit her lip, forcing her hands to stick to the washing machine.
"In here, honey!" She could hear the footsteps approaching and soon enough her handsome son stood in the entryway. Sure, he may not be the most beautiful guy in the world, but he had inherited enough of the traits from his father that Rachel found him nearly perfect. He had a sharp chin with black stubble growing in and shortly cut black hair along with a pair of stylish glasses. He smiled and walked towards her.
"Hello there, son. How can your mother help you today?" She had practised the line many times, wanting it to sound as natural as possible. She looked to her son as he stopped in his tracks, and she believed she could see a small twitch in his crotch region.
"A-ah, uhm...nothing really, mom. Need help with the laundry?" Rachel giggled and turned towards him, smiling.
"No need, son. I've taken care of your laundry for years, I just got to it a bit late today. No reason to worry." She walked up to him, hugging him tightly.
"I'm so very proud of you, Anthony. You're living your dream by working at that company. If you need anything special, just tell me." She pressed against him, her breasts getting squished between them and to her utter delight she could feel a clear bulge in his pants. There had definitely been a reaction to her little stunt. She had to stop herself from licking her lips.
"N-n-nothing for now, mom. Thank you for the offer." Anthony broke the hug and gave his mother a nervous smile before stepping out of the laundry room and walking up the stairs.
Rachel stayed behind, her fingers instantly seeking her needy snatch while she massaged her supple breasts. She bit her lip again as she rapidly fingered herself, loud noises coming from her cunt as she brought herself to orgasm while tweaking her nipple inside her bra. She came harder than she could remember in recent memory, her love juices dripping to the floor as she panted. The orgasm was so intense that she felt her knees threatening to give in, forcing her to lean against the running washing machine. The added vibrations nearly brought her to climax again but she backed away. This was insane, but she didn't care. She knew now that she desired her son, needed him. And judging by his reaction, he felt the same. She licked her lips as she walked out of the laundry room. She had so much teasing in mind.
