A is for App
by Pan
Chapter 8
Finn didn’t go home after school the next day. After telling his mother to go to bed, he’d done the same, but sleep had escaped him. He’d just stared at the ceiling, his mind buzzing with the day’s events.
What he’d done with Jenny had been his first ever sexual encounter, and it had been everything he’d dreamed of. The way she’d looked, the way her tits had felt in his hands, his mouth, the way she’d moaned with pleasure as he’d shot his load onto her… it was hard to imagine anything hotter.
The image of her on the music room floor: naked, spread-eagled, the way he’d painted her with cum… the way she’d smelled, the taste of her sweat on her boobs. He couldn’t wait for the chance to do it all again.
But when he’d ordered his mother to pose for him and the sight of her body had gotten him hard… it had immediately filled him with guilt.
She was his mother. Yeah, she could be a bitch some of the time. Hell, most of the time. But he shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.
And he definitely shouldn’t be using the power of Control to… well, to make her pose for his pleasure.
That was going too far. That was a line that he knew he shouldn’t cross. Couldn’t cross.
And so instead of going home that night, he went to Terrance’s.
Terrance had been Finn’s best friend since childhood. But over the last year or two, he’d felt a gap growing between them. Literally, in a sense: Terrance had shot up almost a foot since they’d entered high school, now towering over his pal.
But figuratively, too: with Terrance’s height had come a newfound confidence, and he spent a lot of his time… well, chasing girls. Finn wasn’t jealous, exactly, but Terrance (understandably) didn’t invite his redheaded friend along on his dates, and so Finn had found himself alone more than he’d ever been before.
This was partially why he’d poured his time into video games, spending hours each day working his way through different titles. He’d also become less social; Terrance wasn’t his only friend, but hanging out with people without him felt like a reminder that Finn wasn’t hanging out with girls, while his best friend was.
So when Terrance had invited him to come to dinner with his family, Finn had leapt at the opportunity. A night out of his head, hanging out with his best friend (and his best friend’s hot Mom), eating some good food… it sounded perfect.
“I brought Finn!” Terrance called up as soon as they entered the house, and Stuart, Terrance’s Dad, shouted back, “No problem!”
The first hour was a blissful escape from the unreality that had become Finn’s life; they played some board games and talked about their classes, and Finn couldn’t the last time he’d felt so at ease.
When Terrance’s Mom got home from her yoga class, Finn felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulled it out expecting a “Where are you?” message from his mother… but instead, it was Control.
New target for rent within range, it said, and when Finn clicked through, he was greeted with the same menu as the previous day:
- Jenny.
- Ms. Yadamec.
- Ashley.
Terrance’s Mom was wearing yoga pants and a white tank top, which did an incredible job of highlighting her curves. She was bustier than even Jenny, her cleavage practically spilling out from her shirt. Her breasts were big and perky, and her stomach was flat. But perhaps her best asset was her butt, which was round and firm, exquisitely framed by tight grey yoga pants.
Her blonde hair was straight and she wore it up in a ponytail. It gave her a wholesome, feminine look.
Finn hesitated briefly, then tapped her name.
“Time with a new target costs 5 hours per hour. Continue?”
It was the same message before, and Finn clicked through it without hesitation. A one-hour timer started, and below it a virtual representation of Terrance’s hot Mom appeared on the screen, with the standard “Hairstyle” and “Clothing” options below it… as well as the “Permanently Switch Target” button that had appeared below Jenny’s portrait.
Still greyed out, of course.
When he finally unlocked that option, it was going to be a difficult choice: Jenny or Ashley? Or maybe even Ms. Yadamec…
Finn decided that he’d deal with that when he got to it. So long as the new target was anyone but his mother.
As the timer began counting down, Finn realized how dumb he’d been, starting the timer right before family dinner. It wasn’t like he could do anything to his best friend’s Mom while she was sitting with her son and husband.
… or could he?
When Mrs. Kowalczy had found Jenny naked on the floor, she hadn’t batted an eyelid. Clearly, whatever influence Control provided had a mechanism built in to stop other people from noticing anything was wrong.
Finn blinked twice. When he’d ed the app, it had had thousands of positive reviews. What if he knew someone else who had access to it?
What if someone he knew had been altered by it, right in front of him, and the app had forced him not to notice?
He shook the thoughts away—they were something that he could explore when his precious minutes with Terrance’s Mom weren’t ticking away. He’d already spent three precious minutes trying to work out what to do.
As Stuart began serving everyone their burgers, Finn took a deep breath. If he didn’t do it now, he would have wasted an hour of the app’s time for no reason.
“Mrs. J,” he said, trying to sound casual, “grab me some mayonnaise.”
Buzz.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Ashley,” she said brightly, rising from her seat to do as he said. Terrance and Stuart shot Finn a strange look.
“Mayonnaise on burgers?” Terrance asked, and Stuart chuckled.
“I just like it,” Finn lied, pulling out his phone. No one seemed to mind as he tapped a few buttons— when Ashley returned, she was dressed quite differently than before. The tight tank top had disappeared, replaced by a loose sweater and a pair of sweatpants.
“Thanks, Ashley,” Finn said, glancing at the two men at the table. Neither of them seemed to have noticed a thing.
He decided to push things a little further.
“Were you wearing that before?” he asked, and Ashey looked down at her outfit.
“Of course,” she smiled. “I was at the gym.”
“My wife has a theory,” Stuart explained, his mouth half full of burger. “Unless you’re sweating, it’s not a true workout.”
“Interesting,” Finn nodded, pulling his phone out once more.
A few taps later, and Ashley was dressed in a sexy black leotard, the material hugging her curves. Even as the outfits had magically whirled around her body, no one at the table had said anything—or, except for Finn, even seemed to notice.
“How does that work exactly?”
“The leotard allows for complete freedom of movement,” Ashley said, reaching past Finn to grab the bowl of salad. “No cloth-on-cloth friction, which I think is important.”
A few taps later, and she was wearing a polka-dot bikini, her huge tits straining against the colorful fabric.
“And I hate the feeling of sweat against my body,” she continued. “So I wear what I can to minimize it.”
Finn could happily have kept his friend’s Mom in a bikini, but as he scrolled through the options, he realized that there was one available he hadn’t seen before. Perhaps it had been unlocked after his time with Jenny that morning, or maybe he’d just failed to notice it— the icon, after all, was completely blank.
He tapped it, and once more Ashley’s clothes faded away… but this time, they weren’t replaced by anything.
“And you’re okay with her going to the gym like this?” Finn asked, after waiting to make sure that no one else had acknowledged the sudden nudity at the table.
“Of course not,” Stuart scoffed. “Nudity is completely natural. Why would it bother me?”
Finn nodded, unable to stop staring at the naked woman standing in front of him. The teenage boy had seen plenty of porn in his time, but this was only the second naked woman he’d seen in his life… the first being his classmate earlier that day at the school.
Jenny had been hot as hell, but Ashley was something else. She wasn’t as tall as her son, maybe a little over five foot. Her tits were huge, each of them as large as her head, topped off by thick brown nipples. Her belly was flat, her hips wide, her legs long and strong. Jenny’s bush had been thick and full, while Ashley’s was a light dusting, barely covering her pussy lips.
Finn had jerked off countless times picturing what Ashley looked like naked; the real thing was just as hot as he’d imagined.
He wished that he could burn the image into his brain, have it with him forever…
Oh, wait.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and Stuart raised his eyebrows.
Buzz.
“A ‘please’ would go a long way,” he said.
“Okay… " Ashley said, rising to her feet slowly.
“Turn around,” Finn continued. “Please.”
Buzz.
“That’s better,” Stuart said, satisfied. He shot his son a look, a sort of “why can’t you be a good kid like him?” look.
Ashley’s yoga pants had been so tight, Finn couldn’t have imagined that seeing his best friend’s ass in the flesh could be that much better, but somehow it was. It was smooth and round, her cheeks firm, and what looked some faint bruising on them.
Finn’s eyebrows shot up. Did… did Terrance’s parents engage in spanking?
He pictured Ashley bent over his lap, giggling and wiggling as he spanked her, and was unable to stop a small moan from leaving his mouth.
“Dude, are you okay?” Terrance asked, and Finn nodded.
“Burgers are great,” he said, and Stuart nodded in a small bow.
The fullness of Ashley’s cheeks meant that he couldn’t see anything more than the faintest hint of her asshole, but he knew how to solve that.
“Bend over,” he ordered. “Grab your ankles. Please.”
Buzz.
“You want to see my flexibility?” Ashley asked, a slightly confused tone in her voice. Neither Stuart nor Terrance blinked an eye as the sole woman in the family bent at the waist, exposing her brown rosebud to all the men at the table.
Finn’s heart jumped in his chest. This was so dirty—and made somehow even hotter by the fact that he was blatantly doing it in front of Ashley’s son and husband.
How far would they let him push things?
“You love me looking at your naked body,” he ordered. “You’re an exhibitionist slut for me; it really turns you on.”
Buzz.
“Steady on… " Stuart said, his brow furrowing, and for a moment Finn was afraid that he’d gone too far. “We don’t use that kind of language at the table.”
“Sorry, sir,” Finn replied sheepishly. He could’ve ordered Ashley to follow him away from the dinner table, and taken her in his best friend’s room—or her own marital bed!— but he was enjoying both learning the limitation of Control’s influence, and the complete lack of reaction the two men were having to Ashley’s actions.
She was still bent over, her head looking through her own legs at Finn, but he could see her cheeks reddening, her hips shifting slightly with arousal at what the teenage boy was making her do.
“Anyone mind if I take a photo?” he asked, and no one objected. A thrill seemed to run through Ashley’s body at the question, and he took several, snapping pictures of her vulnerable position until he felt like he had a month’s worth of jerking-off material.
“Stand up now,” he ordered. “While we eat, you’re going to mast—you’re going to play with yourself at the table. Please.”
Buzz.
Ashley didn’t say anything, just blushingly returned to the table and began caressing herself with both hands, rubbing her exposed skin as the three men ate.
Finn had been expecting her hands to go straight to her pussy, but instead she spent quite a lot of time “warming up”, exploring her own form with her fingers. She softly caressed her bare skin, tracing a line from her neck to her stomach, then down her side, over her hip and thigh, back up again… he heard a soft gasp escape her lips, and saw her licking her lips, seemingly lost in her own pleasure.
Her hands soon moved to her breasts—they avoided her nipples, playing with the rest of her skin. She pushed them together, squeezing her boobs between her palms, moaning quietly as she did so.
Terrance nudged his friend. “Dude.”
“What?”
“You’re staring at my Mom. It’s weird.”
“You don’t mind, do you, Ashley?”
The naked woman shook her head, her blush deepening. Terrance rolled his eyes and began eating again, returning to the conversation he was having with his father about the new quarterback for their state team.
Meanwhile, Ashley’s hands continued to dance across her body. She stroked her stomach, gently massaging her belly button, then slid her hands down to her thighs and squeezed them. The back of her hands ran across her hard nipples, before she finally paid them the attention Finn felt that they deserved, pinching her stiff brown nubs between her fingers.
Ashley gasped, her breathing getting heavier and more shallow as she pleasured herself in front of her family and her son’s best friend. A drop of sweat formed on her forehead, trickled down her cheekbone, and Finn found himself with an incredible desire to lick it off, to learn what Ashley tasted like.
She moved her hands between her legs, running her fingertips along the insides of her calves and thighs, dipping her fingers inside her crotch, but she never actually touched her pussy.
As much as Finn wanted to see Ashley touching herself, he couldn’t deny: this was the most erotic show he’d ever experienced. Terrance’s mother was an expert in the art of teasing, and he could have watched her for hours.
He hadn’t even ordered her to tease him! This was apparently just how she played with herself, getting the blood pumping before she even touched her core.
For a moment, Finn wondered how his own mother played with herself, before shaking the thought out of his head. What was wrong with him? He had a sexual goddess in front of him, and he was distracting himself with thoughts of his own prudish, small-breasted Mom.
Finn returned his gaze to Ashley just as she turned her attention to her pussy. He watched, mesmerized, as Ashley reached between her legs, cupping her pussy and spreading her lips apart.
The sight of his best friend’s mom exposing her cunt for his eyes was enough to make his cock twitch, but it wasn’t until he saw her middle finger slide inside her that he let out a long, loud groan.
“You must really like those burgers,” Stuart joked. Finn nodded, not tearing his eyes away from the man’s naked, exposed wife for a second. Ashley’s actions did nothing to interrupt the conversation. Every now and then, Stuart would try to draw Finn into whatever they were discussing, but he would just grunt a monosyllabic response, his attention entirely on Ashley’s body.
The other hand kept her pussy spread open, allowing Finn to see how wet she was, to watch as her fingernail slid over her clit. She pressed her finger deep inside her, and moaned deeply as her pussy closed around her digit.
Finn watched silently as Ashley’s fingers moved faster and faster inside her pussy, sliding them in and out quickly, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She leaned against the table, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as her body shuddered and twitched. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed against the table, gasping in relief as waves of pleasure washed over her.
After several minutes had ed, she sat back up, wiping her face with a napkin, looking at Finn, and smiling shyly.
“I think I need another glass of wine,” she said. “Does anyone else want anything?”
Finn checked the app. Her orgasm had taken less than twenty minutes; he still had about thirty-five minutes remaining.
When she returned to the table, Finn stood up, legs trembling as he made an announcement. “I’m going to touch myself,” he said, trying to avoid any crude language that would anger Terrance’s father. “Onto Ashley. Ashley, you’re going to like it. A LOT.”
Buzz.
Terrance and Stuart nodded, as though Finn had just let them know he needed to go to the bathroom. Ashley, meanwhile, was staring at him, her mouth open with what he could only describe as surprised delight.
She leaned back, staring up at him with awe as he unzipped his pants. Again, he paused, but Stuart and his son had returned to their football conversation, treating his actions as though he were doing nothing more exciting than drinking water.
Ashley had a mixture of nervousness and curiosity in her expression as he pulled his stiff cock out—to his surprise, Terrance glanced in his direction for a second, but otherwise ignored him as he slipped his thumb over the back of his cock and began masturbating himself.
His best friend’s mother was breathing more and more heavily as he stroked his dick, her eyes locked on his as he pushed his shaft up and down, letting his foreskin pull back and forth. He could smell her arousal as she watched him stroke himself, and he wondered if this was something she ever did with Stuart.
“You can play with yourself,” he said softly. “If you like.”
It wasn’t an order, so Finn wasn’t sure what to expect in response. To his delight, Ashley reached between her legs and began gently rubbing her clit as she looked up at her son’s friend. He felt his balls tighten as she rubbed herself, slowly moving her fingers back and forth as she watched him jerk off.
He knew that he had plenty of time, so he didn’t rush, just enjoyed the sight in front of him, the feeling of his own hand on his dick. As he looked down at the naked beauty’s body, Finn imagined what it would be like to fuck her, to fill her with cum, to fuck her brains out right here in front of everyone.
If ever there was a motivation to get better grades…
As the minutes ticked down, Finn let his eyes feast on every part of Ashley’s body. Her tits were fully exposed, the nipples erect and stiff, surrounded by light brown and puffy areolae. Her pussy glistened as she rubbed herself, and he noticed that the curly pubic hair above her slit was now matted with sweat and arousal.
He thought about how often he’d seen his friend’s mother in various sexy outfits, and how frequently he’d fantasized about seeing her like this. With a smile, he ed the order he’d given earlier— he pulled out his camera and snapped several more photos of Ashey’s naked body. Each time the shutter sound went off, she shuddered with pleasure.
At last, he felt the familiar tingle of impending orgasm. His strokes sped up, his eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a deep groan as his balls tightened, threatening to explode. Ashley’s hand sped up as well, matching his pace, and he saw the older woman’s body twitching and shaking as she neared climax.
When he felt his cock throbbing in his hand, he let out one final cry and splattered the naked woman’s body with a load of hot cum. Ashley gasped in shock as the first burst hit her stomach, then moaned loudly as he shot two more ropes onto her tummy and thigh.
She looked up at him in silence as he finished cumming, semen all over her naked form.
“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Now.”
Buzz.
“Language,” Stuart warned, but Finn ignored him, his eyes entirely focused on the man’s wife.
As Ashley came, Finn took photo after photo, capturing the MILF’s orgasm in high resolution, the look on her face as she came, her flushed naked body covered in his seed.
Finally, when her trembling and shaking had subsided, he flipped back from the camera app to Control. He had less than ten minutes left; he knew that he should use them to clean Ashley up, but he couldn’t help but wonder: what would happen if he didn’t?
So far, no one had blinked an eye over anything he’d done. Terrance and Stuart hadn’t even slowed down their conversation as she’d shot his load all over Ashley, and neither of them seemed ever remotely bothered by the fact that she was sitting beside them, coated in his cum.
Would they even notice if he didn’t have her clean herself up? Or would they simply pretend none of it had happened?
Would Ashley get dressed, or would she spend the rest of the night naked, covered in Finn’s seed?
As the timer counted down, he tucked his cock away and sat back in his chair. His hands were shaking slightly as he finished his burger. Control was open beside him on the table, the minutes ticking down, but no one asked what the timer was, or what the app was. Once or twice, someone glanced at it, but it was as though their eyes just slid off it.
He hadn’t given Ashley any further instructions, so she just sat there for the entire time, breathing heavily, staring at Finn with a look of iration in her eyes. It was the exact look he’d always envisioned as he jerked off thinking about her, a look of sexual satisfaction and desire.
Eventually, the timer reached zero. His mother’s outfits had never reverted when his time with the app ended, so he was unsurprised that Ashley’s clothing didn’t return; she continued to sit there in the nude, Finn’s cum glistening on her skin.
After a few moments, she sat forward, reached for her burger, and began eating, occasionally ing in the conversation that her son and husband were having about football, not seeming to care at all about the fact that she was naked and covered in cum.
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