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Mother's Point of View​

My world is devastated when I'm told that my research is being defunded. I shake my head so hard that my thick-framed glasses nearly fall and I have to readjust it. This is the last thing I expected to happen.

"I'm sorry, Jennifer, I truly am," the Director says. "I did my best to argue on your behalf, but the Board refuses to budge."

For context, my project is a marvel of modern science. Mainly it's meant for psychological purposes; helping people overcome fears and other mental obstacles. It's simple to use. All someone has to do is wear a harness that latches to their head and their emotions and/or body can be controlled.

A big problem is that my research has cost multi-million dollars and there still needs to be extensive testing before it's ready for global medical use. In total, the financial investment will be massive.

Worse, this corporation -- as powerful as they are -- has taken financial hits from their other endeavors. It makes sense that they're cutting costs wherever possible.

I plead with the Research Director to go back to the Board or the CEO and explain that I'm so close to a finished project. All I need are a few more months and this device could generate enormous amounts of money around the world.

As great as the money sounds, my motives have always been for the sake of humanity. That sounds cliche, but it's true. I've always been altruistic and this is my life's calling. It's incredibly frustrating to come this far, only to be told that my work is being shut down.

"I'm so sorry, Jen, they've already re-allocated the budget. You have a week to finish what you're doing. Then your research will be put in storage for future development. You'll be transferred to another department afterward."

The news hits me hard. Without a budget, progress is impossible, because this kind of research needs the full use of the laboratory along with the input of other scientists. It's a team effort on all fronts.

"Where's the budget going?" I question.

"Trust me, don't ask. It'll only make you angry."

"Tell me. I deserve to know."

"Sex research," the Director says plainly. "It's going to sex research. There's been a breakthrough on a female hormonal drug. Think of it as female-viagra. Millions of dollars are being shifted to complete the development of that because there's a huge market for it."

If I had a mirror, I'm certain that my reflection would be fury. I can tell my expression is making the Director uncomfortable, but that's okay. My passion to help others is overwhelming, and while I try to understand that sex research helps countless women, I feel that it pales in comparison to what my device could do.

A fire burns inside me.

I reply, "The device I'm working on can be recalibrated for sexual purposes. I understand the demand for female sex treatment and I know what can be done to fix that."

My request and tenacity catch the Director off guard, which is always fun. It's the last thing the Director expects to hear. I can tell my proposal is being considered. It's smart business, because my project is almost complete. And I have a lot of background in research towards women's sexual functions -- I led a department for that many years ago.

"I'll run the idea by upper-management," the Director says. "It's a tough sell, but plausible."

"Give me a week. I'll make the necessary adjustments."

When the meeting is over, I mentally go to work. I grab a cup of coffee and walk outside. There is a view of a garden and the ocean is nearby. I breathe in fresh air and think about what changes need to be made. Reasonably, it can be finished within the allotted time.

I'll have to explain this to my team, which comprises of fellow scientists, assistants, and interns. They'll understand. They are loyal and do whatever I say.

My son also works with me. Dave is an intern and his passion for science makes me proud. I've raised him right, but also, I think his interest in science is genetic. We have many similarities and he's mature enough to handle a project which centers around female sexuality.

The following week is a nightmare, as I expected. The conflict in my heart is strong, but I am resolute. My sector suffered a massive loss as many on my team have already been transferred to other departments.

I have three more days to put the final touches on the redesigned project. This kind of pressure always brings out the best and worst of me. Best because it forces me to be creative. Worse because I often cut corners and push people to their limits.

Our latest female model is a young woman named Zhang and she is someone who has great difficulties having an orgasm. It's more common than people think and she's willing to share her body with us for the good of science. Other than that, she's in perfect health.

Zhang wears a medical gown with nothing underneath. She sits down while we connect the neurolink wires to her head -- a simple process.

I activate the small device and my team of 6 people monitor everything. On different screens, we can see Zhang's brain waves, heart rate, and other details of her body function. At this point, we're ready to go. We've done other successful tests in the previous days, but this is our first sexual trial.

"Stand up," I say, before telling her, "Now sit down... Stand up again and walk towards me... Now go back to your seat."

Success. Our subject, while fully aware, is responding to my command without thinking and without hesitation. She knows she is being controlled while it's happening and she finds it to be amusing. Everyone in the lab is excited by it.

It's a real shame that such a revolutionary device must now be tailored for sexual purposes, but I'm certain that the Board and CEO will soon be on my side. Such technology is destined to leave a mark on this world for the better.

Now it's time to get serious. I tell her to lay back on the cushioned exam table. She complies and I tell her to lift her medical gown to expose her vagina. Her feet are propped on stirrups and we can see her exposed. My team brings a camera to her vaginal area to record what happens next. We're close to the moment of truth, maybe it'll work, maybe not.

I provide Zhang with a vibrator.

"Give yourself an orgasm," I say.

The look on Zhang's face is determination. She is ready for this experience in her life and she complies. With the vibrator activated and the camera recording, Zhang begins to masturbate. Her vital signs and brain function look encouraging, since there is a steady increase in activity.

It appears the research is going well, but suddenly she stops and pulls the vibrator out of herself. Her arousal signs on the screen drop and her functions are returning to a normal state. She sits upright.

"I'm sorry," Zhang says. "I can't. I don't know what happened."

"Don't worry, it's okay," I reply.

We shut off the device and remove the neurolink from her head. As always, we check her mental and physical state to make sure she's okay. She's fine, as expected, but extremely disappointed that she couldn't reach a climax and that the experiment failed.

It's 5:23 p.m. and I'm exhausted sitting behind my desk going over our analysis. The rest of my team have already gone home, while my son is cleaning equipment in the lab area. I'm pleased with the work he's done today and he's more than proven himself.

I type a brief report to the Director of Research and I'm honest about everything. We're close and I explain that we're a few tweaks away from a breakthrough. I do everything short of begging for more time, because I know I won't get it.

Tomorrow we continue and time is running out. Ideas are swirling in my head, but I can tell that my son wants to go home. I owe him a burger and fries from a nearby restaurant for putting him through this.

As I turn off my computer, the conflict in my heart grows stronger. How can I enjoy dinner with my son when my life's work is failing? I already know the solution to the problem. It's somewhere in my head. I just need to find it.

Son's Point of View

It was impressive seeing her so fired up. She adjusted her glasses then changed the settings on the device. We were alone in the lab, which was common, but this time mom was about to restart the research without any of her assistants.

"Do you think you can handle this?" she asked, holding the remote control after recalibrating the device.

"How exactly would that work?" I replied. "You want to run another test? Right now?"

She handed me the control. "Yes."

"We don't have a live model."

"I'll be the model. You be the scientist."

I knew better than to argue with mom. As far as arguments go, she's a world champion. I accepted the remote control and looked at her skeptically. Even with tired eyes, she still looks beautiful. I've always thought so, though she never bothered to do anything special with her looks.

"How far should we go with this?" I asked.

"Let's try going 90% of the way; don't give me an orgasm. That would be gross. But we'll do everything else."

She winked with confidence then removed her lab coat. Her adrenaline was picking up and I could see her breathing a little harder. Activating the device and monitors, she made a series of minor adjustments. This was what her job was all about. The feeling of pressure to do something great.

Before this moment, she told me that she'd have to walk a fine line between scientific research and being a mother. Now I understood what she meant, as she attached the neurolink wires to her head. A woman like her is unstoppable and that kind of ambition is infectious in the lab.

"I promise I'll stay within reason," I said nervously. "Are there any other specific instructions?"

"Do you remember what I did with Zhang earlier?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do the same process," she replied. "But DO NOT give me an orgasm. Don't even try it. That's where our line is."

"Of course."

With mom's blessing, I activated the device. It was my first time using it, but the controls were simple enough. Naturally, I was worried about screwing up or something happening to mom's health. There's a rigorous health screening before anyone is allowed to do a trial.

I switched the device to the lowest setting and mom took a deep breath. Her eyes opened wide and she looked alert. It was working.

"What does it feel like?" I asked.

"Like a warm hug. My nerves and muscles feel tense. Go on. Take this further. I can handle it."

For the next 20 minutes, we ran through the basics. The device worked as expected for ordinary physical acts. When I told her to stand, she did it. She'd walk across the room without any thought. Frankly, she was amused and excited that her device worked like a charm for simple things.

Then we took things further. Within reason, as mom laid back on the cushioned table, I asked about her body. The questions were the same that Zhang was asked earlier, but I refrained from anything overtly sexual.

"We should continue tomorrow," I said. "Save the rest for the model."

She thought for a moment. "No, let's proceed. I need to know the results so I can think about this overnight."

"How far do you want to go?"

She thought even more. "Today is your lucky day. Try to make me orgasm. You'll be the first son in history to make his mother cum by verbal command."

"I should be in the history books if this works -- for all the wrong reasons."

We thought it was amusing and I gave more commands. Unlike the previous model, this was purely verbal. There'd be no masturbation or sex toys. Just mental stimulation. Honestly, I wondered how certain mom was that this would work. To this day, I wonder if she thought it would be a failure.

Her legs crossed and the look on her face was pure shock. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes were wide open. She quickly controlled herself and tried to look as normal as possible, and in that moment, we both knew that something serious had happened.

"Were you close?" I asked.

"Keep going with this, as far as you can. You have my permission now."

I gathered my courage to say this. "Concentrate on having an orgasm. Focus hard on your sexual feelings and the sensations in your vagina."

The verbal command was processed through the neurolink and things were happening. It was like mom was possessed as she squirmed. Her body twisted like something was flowing through her, and her breathing increased, like her heart was pounding. Mom's vital signs were going to the extremes.

"Make me cum," she said in a low, hushed voice. "God, I'm so close."

"Focus on your orgasm. Focus on your orgasm."

Her entire body clenched while she turned stiff. Even though she was fully dressed and she tried to hide it, I could tell that she just had an orgasm. Her breathing and eye movements showed all the tell-tale signs of female climax. It was a marvelous sight.

When she finished, she pulled the neurolink from her head. She sat upright and hung her head down, still trying to catch her breath. I wondered what she was thinking, if she was ashamed of having an orgasm in front of me, or proud that her device worked.

"Tomorrow is going to be a busy day," she said, looking at me then smiling.

She was right. Only she'd be busy in ways she never expected.

The following morning in the laboratory was buzzing with excitement as scientists and assistants knew they had a winning product on their hands. It was amazing to see, best of all, I felt so happy for my mother. Ever since the product worked, it was all she could talk about.

Her orgasm hadn't been mentioned again between us. She never brought it up with me. There were more important matters at hand, such as notifying the Director that the game has changed. They'd been in close contact ever since and the Director asked to be constantly updated on new developments.

An hour before the next test, at approximately 9:32 in the morning, I got a text message from the Director, who told me to check my email.

Congratulations Dave,

Your mother and the rest of the team have done an outstanding job. I've spoken with the decision-makers at the top and they're elated. They're very interested in re-funding your mother's work. They'll even give her a big promotion and a massive budget.

Well done.

Before any final decisions are made, they need more proof that the device is legitimate. To be honest, they worry that your mother could be bullshitting them.

So, it's your job to prove it. Turn your mother into a personal sex doll. Push your mother to the limits and only then will the higher-ups be convinced.

The proof needs to be recorded on video.

Best of luck.

The email message was clear enough and I replied with my understanding, even though I was still conflicted about what to do next.

Knowing the Director and the kinds of people who run this corporation, it had to be done, and it had to be done immediately. This is one of the biggest scientific corporations in the world because they know how to produce results.

I went to mom's office, still figuring out what to say, while she was preparing for the upcoming trial. She was so focused on her computer screen that she didn't even look at me as I entered.

"There's something I need to tell you," I said.

She finally looked at me. "Yes?"

"The Director emailed me about something."

"Well, are you going to tell me what it's about?" she asked, adjusted her glasses to give me a sharper look.

I thought quickly. "No, it's better if I don't. But it was about what you did yesterday, and the proof the Board wants before approving your research, if you know what I mean."

"We're getting more verification today."

It was a delicate balance I had to do. I was mindful of avoiding problems between my mother and senior-management. Showing mom that email could have resulted in her being furious beyond belief.

"Your orgasm could be faked," I said. "So could the model's orgasm. That's what they're worried about. They're worried that the outcomes are fake or skewed somehow. Do you get what I'm saying?"

My mother leaned back in her chair and stared at me. She knows how people think and how upper-management works. Without saying anything, she understood the point I was making. It was a rational concern, after all.

"Okay, okay," she said, looking away from me and gathering her things. "I need to get ready for the next trial. Do whatever you have to do."

"What do you mean? I think we should talk about..."

She stopped and looked at me. "I'm busy. Do whatever you need, okay? You have my blessing. Now let me work."

There was sorrow in her eyes and her voice nearly cracked with emotions. She knew what I was trying to imply. She knew what upper-management wanted. And she accepted the outcome. She was willing to make major sacrifices to achieve her dream of creating something beneficial for society.

Now the only question was, could I do it?

We continued the work in the laboratory with Zhang again. This time, the results were spectacular. Zhang was like a woman possessed. Being naked from the waist down, she squirted all over the table and floor. She couldn't stop, and she didn't want to either. Having orgasms so easily was like a new drug for her.

The other researchers were amazed by what the fully updated neurolink was able to accomplish. Zhang went from a woman with a sexual mental block, to someone who had 4 powerful orgasms within an hour.

In the end, Zhang laid exhausted with a pool between her legs, while the researchers went into overdrive, analyzing all of the data that the computers and monitors were able to capture. They were at the forefront of revolutionary technology and it excited them.

A celebratory lunch was called for and someone suggested a nearby Indian restaurant. My mother declined, making an excuse that she needed to speak with the Director, which nobody questioned.

With the lab empty, my mother traced her fingers through the wires of the neurolink. She knew what needed to happen between us and she was preparing herself for such a daunting task.

"How should this happen?" mom asked. "I wear the link and you handle the rest before everyone comes back?"

I was at a loss for words, then replied, "Should we talk about this? You know, create ground rules or something?"

"For what? I can already imagine what the Director wants. And your eyes practically gave away what the email was about."

"Are you mad? At me? Or anyone?"

Her expression remained stoic. "Science is science. It requires research and proof. Without adequate proof, everything is just theory."

"Should we have a signal or code word?" I asked. "Just in case you want to stop what we're doing."

"No. I won't stop. Completing my device means everything to me. One day, hopefully soon, it's going to change modern medicine. It'll be used in every major hospital in the world."

There was nothing left to say. Mom was an unstoppable woman on a mission.

She attached the neurolink to the top of her head. Unlike the trial research, nothing was hooked to her body. Her vital signs and the other forms of monitoring her health were unnecessary. This was purely about control.

"I won't be mad," she said, adjusting her glasses. "I swear I won't be mad. Just give them what they want. If they want proof, give them proof."

"I'll try to make this quick before anyone comes back."

"That's a good idea."

With the remote control in hand, I activated the device and mom's body felt a jolt and she stood upright. Her eyes looked more alert as the neurolink connected with her brain functions.

"Hold your arms out," I said, testing the link. "Then take two steps forward, then two steps back."

Mom obeyed without hesitation or thinking.

I added, "Good, now relax your arms."

She put her arms down. Her body was under my control, but the hesitancy was still in her eyes, wondering what I was going to do to her.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked. "It's okay to cancel this. We can always find another solution."

She gulped. "No more questions. Just do it. I swear that I'll never be mad at you for whatever happens next. Consider it a freebie."

Her breathing became heavier because she knew what was about to happen. That our lives would change forever. I wondered if she'd ever look at me as her son again, the way moms are supposed to look at their son. But we had an important mission to complete.

"Get on your knees, right in front of me," I said.

I wondered if there'd be an adverse reaction to this. If mom's free-will was strong enough to override the strength of the neurolink. This was still largely untested, after all.

There was total compliance instead. Mom walked towards me, we stood face to face, then she got on her knees. For a moment, our eyes were mere inches apart and I could see the bewilderment in her eyes. Out of habit, she adjusted the glasses on her face. She waited on her knees for my next instruction.

"Take my cock out," I said.

Her fingers undid my pants and her eyes looked directly towards my crotch. After undoing my pants, she pulled it down to my ankles, along with my underwear. My cock was semi-erect and growing. Once exposed, she put her hands on her lap and stared at my penis.

"Give me oral sex until completion," I ordered. "Swallow every drop."

For a second, I was positive that mom's free-will could override the neurolink. That her morals and principles would revolt against this unholy action. She'd always been a dominant mother who needed to be in charge of everything. I had a difficult time believing that she'd surrender to my cock.

Instead she leaned forward and started sucking. It's impossible to know if this is how she always gives oral sex, or if the effects of the neurolink did something to her, but her sucking skills are surreal. She looked like a porn star the way she's able to coordinate her bobbing motion and tongue swirling. When she used her hand to stroke my shaft, her head bobbed in unison.

"Oh fuck," I moaned.

She looked at me after I gasped and she kept going. Our eyes were locked while her hand and mouth were on autopilot. It was like her mind and body were split. Her mind was somewhere else, probably wondering how she was able to do this. While her body was being operated like a machine, sucking cock like a pro.

I could only wonder what mom was thinking. There was a strange look in her eyes, like she had surrendered to performing an intimate sexual act on her son. Her eyes watered a bit, maybe because the tip of my cock was getting closer to her throat, or because she felt something so intense from doing this.

Reaching into my pocket, I took out my phone and started recording. Mom didn't flinch, which was proof enough that the device worked. She looked straight into the camera and kept on sucking. Her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft. Her hand and slender fingers, covered in saliva, gliding back and forth. Her tongue occasionally doing swirls around the tip.

"I'm close to cumming. Let it pool on your tongue before you swallow."

It pained me to say those words. I could only imagine how mom felt as she kept on sucking. But the dirtier the sex act, the greater the proof. This video was undeniable evidence that the neurolink device was the real deal. If it could get a respectable woman like my mother to do nasty things -- acts of incest -- then it could improve anyone's sex life.

When she felt my cock swell, she released her suction and stuck her tongue out. She was performing for the camera as she stroked. She was better than any porn star in her age range, that's for sure.

Spurts of cum splattered all over her tongue, but she held firm. She didn't swallow. Instead, she followed my command and let a white pool of cum form on her tongue. It was an image I could hardly believe. She looked so proper in her lab clothes and glasses. Now her tongue was a mess.

My cock turned flaccid and she let go, still holding out her tongue for the camera. Cum threatened to drip from her mouth, that's when she swallowed. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, smacked her lips together, and gulped as hard as she could, devouring it. She swallowed again for good measure.

With the task done, her free-will returned, and she licked her lips to clean them.

"Turn it off," she said. "You have what you need."

I deactivated the device and turned off the camera. Mom kept her head down while she removed the neurolink from her head.

"What are you thinking?" I asked, putting my phone away, hoping she was emotionally okay.

She looked up at me. "The device works. That's all that matters."

After licking her lips again to clean the shame, she acted like the mother I'd always known, pulling my underwear and pants up. She zipped my pants and used her palms to press my clothing flat so I'd be presentable again.

It was obvious that she was humiliated by this. She did her best to avoid looking at me while she cleaned herself and arranged a few things in the lab. Neither of us wanted to discuss it further.

We had lunch at a nearby deli where I emailed the oral sex video to the Director with my phone. I watched my mother eat and drink soda from a bottle, and all I could think about was that those were the same lips that were recently around my cock.

"Could you tell I had an orgasm?" she randomly said, not caring that anyone in the deli might hear us.

"I had no idea."

"Now you know. I came when you ejaculated in my mouth. I thought you should be aware of that. It seems relevant."

We looked each other in the eyes after finishing lunch. To someone passing by, we appeared to be a normal mother/son. We could even appear as work colleagues, since we were both dressed up. After that sexual experience, we became something more.

She reached over the table and held my hand, rubbing my fingers.

Perspective: The Director

Jennifer, in my opinion, is the most diligent worker in the research department. Mostly I like her because she's beautiful, although I'm not supposed to admit that.

There's a surplus of great minds in this department, but it's Jennifer who's always been the standout. With her long hair kept in a bun, and her thick glasses, she always looks like a charm in her lab coat. When she's working, she's in a zone that's pure ferocity.

I was floored watching the video of Jennifer sucking a dick. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this really the same woman? It was hard to accept. The neurolink was on Jennifer's head while she sucked the big cock and drained it.

The cock belonged to her son of all people. I still remember when Jennifer came to my office last year and asked me to hire Dave as an intern. She explained that her son was a good worker, I laughed and said, 'Sure, of course, anything you want.'

I'd always had a good relationship with Dave, but to watch him getting blown by his own mother? It was strangely erotic. I debated with myself if I should show the Board and CEO the video, but the fact was, I was told to deliver solid evidence.

The video was passed along with the utmost confidentiality and everyone was stunned by the results. They all knew Jennifer and her stellar reputation. She was known as one of the top scientists for the company. Now they also knew her as a fantastic cocksucker.

We all agreed to delete the video out of respect for her. And we swore an oath of silence. It was the ethical decision. Besides, our reputations would be damaged if the public found out we encouraged and condoned incest.

Before granting Jennifer the multi-million dollar funding that we promised her, another trial was requested by a Board member. There was back and forth negotiations, but we came to an agreement.

Jennifer and her son entered the conference room where all of us were seated. They stood at the front of the room and Jennifer gave introductory remarks, thanking us for the funding and explaining how this could alter the world.

"I present the future of modern medicine," she said with a straight face. "A device that will change the way people with mental or physical disabilities can get treatment. Our prototype is geared towards sexual health, but future models will be geared for everything."

Yes, I felt bad that Jennifer's device would be marketed as a sex product. It was intended for societal use, but business is business. She'd get to make her mark on the world once profits are realized.

She attached the neurolink to her head with help from her son. The process was simple and I was impressed by their teamwork. As mother/son, they have a natural chemistry together, which only makes this all the more deviant.

The device was activated by Dave, which made Jennifer's entire demeanor change. Her body language was different, as if she were in some sort of hypnotic state. Dave listed a few verbal commands, to which Jennifer complied. It was simple tasks, like sitting and standing.

"Please get naked," Dave said to his own mother.

We watched in disbelief as Jennifer actually did it. She started undressing, button by button, removing her blouse and placing it neatly on the conference table. Everything was coming undone. Standing in her undergarments, she removed her shoes and pantyhose to get barefoot on the carpet.

Her figure was that of a middle-aged woman. Soft, natural, and beautiful. She'd always eaten healthy and exercised regularly in the gym on the second floor of this building.

She removed her bra and her pink nipples were erect. She removed her panties and her crotch looked freshly shaved, as if she knew this would happen. All of her clothes and garments were neatly folded and placed on the table.

The process was so thorough that Jennifer even removed her wristwatch, a ring on her finger, and a thin necklace. She also removed her thick-framed glasses that she always wears.

When finished, she stood upright like a soldier awaiting orders.

"Put your hands behind your head," Dave said to mom. "Give yourself an orgasm with just your thoughts."

That's where it really got interesting, because it's one thing to get naked, it's another thing to fake an orgasm without touching.

With her hands behind her head, Jennifer looked forward and her breathing started to rise. Something was happening to her mentally, as well as physically. It was the strangest thing I'd ever seen when it came to medical science.

Roughly 10 minutes later, she was moaning, which turned to screams. Muscles in her core were contracting and she struggled to remain in the standing position.

Her climax was strong and she squirted onto the carpet. Yes, it was actually squirt. If she were faking it and pissed on herself, we would have smelled it. It was female ejaculation at its finest and the bliss on her face was authentic. This was the real thing and we all knew it.

The Board members looked at each other and whispered amongst themselves. They were impressed and knew the device would be huge for our company. Nobody wanted to speak up though. Everyone was too timid to speak to a naked mother in front of her son.

Since the researchers report directly to me, I had to do the talking.

"Have you two had sex?" I asked without remorse.

They were shocked by the blunt question, as expected. Dave looked nervous as he attempted to answer.

"No, she's my mom. We've only done three things; the first orgasm, the recorded oral sex act, and her current nudity and orgasm. Nothing else."

"Speaking on behalf of the group, I think you should have sex with her. I'd like to see how your mother reacts to that. Then we'll have a more accurate indicator on the strength of this device."

There was tension in the room and I was curious to see if they'd do it. Dave appeared baffled, but Jennifer remained motionless, with eyes that revealed a sense of letting go. As if she'd resigned herself to her fate. If she wanted to refuse, she could have done so.

"Bend over the table and spread your legs," Dave said to his mom.

Without any sort of hesitation, Jennifer bent over and rested her forearms on the conference table. Her breasts hung down from that position. Her nipples fully erect. The expression on her face was arousal, knowing she'd be getting sex from her son. I could even hear her breathing.

Dave got behind her, freeing a hard cock, and they had sex. Entry appeared to be easy, as I can imagine how wet that pussy must be after squirting from a mentally induced orgasm.

Because we know Jennifer so well -- some of us have known her for over 10 years -- we knew this was authentic. The real Jennifer never let her sexuality show in the workplace. She never even talked about dating. No one knew any embarrassing details about her personal life. She was never the subject of gossip or rumors.

Now here she was, our top scientist, getting fucked over the table by her very own son. Some of the Board members looked painfully uncomfortable watching this, and the CEO looked uneasy, but this was for a purpose. We were all amazed that a woman like Jennifer was doing this in front of us and was loving it.

Her face made all sorts of shapes, her nose crinkled, and her lips were quivering. With each thrust from her son, Jennifer's breasts waved back and forth. Every so often her breasts would press onto the table and her pink nipples would rub on it.

"I'm going to cum inside of you," Dave said to his mother as a courtesy, fucking her more feverishly.

"Anywhere you want," she replied, taking the hard thrusts.

There were gasps and whispers amongst the corporate ranks, knowing they'd witness an incestuous insemination.

She was screaming and everyone could hear fluids splash from their rough sex. Jennifer was having another major orgasm, this time courtesy of her son.

We could tell by Dave's face and body language that he had an orgasm inside mom as well. The thrusts were faster and harder. There were grunts. It was the usual deal for a man having the fuck of his life.

Mostly we could tell by the look on mother's face. Her eyes were in pure disbelief over what she was feeling in her sexual parts. Even under the control of the neurolink, she fully understood what was happening to her and how her body was used. The device was a scientific victory if it could make a prudish and proper woman like Jennifer accept her son's cock and sperm inside of her.

Once complete, Dave took a step back, leaving mom in a state of confusion, as she stood up and remained naked. She looked mortified beyond belief. I don't blame her for feeling that way.

When she looked at her son's penis, flaccid and drenched in cum, that's when it really sunk in for her. She was inseminated by that penis, and instead of hating herself, she got down on her knees to suck it clean.

It immediately dawned on me that Jennifer did this on her own accord. There wasn't an order for her to suck and clean. She wanted to do it. It was rewarding for her son for being a loyal employee. Good employees should always be compensated.

And I know that the future is bright for Jennifer and her son, as she stood up and thanked us, while wiping the cum around her mouth.
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