The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Title: Master PC: User Error

Author: User Error

Categories: fd, md, in, mc, mf, nc

Part 1: PEBKAC

The house was quiet this late in the evening. The pay-per-view movie they’d watched earlier hadn’t inspired any lengthy discussion, and now that it was past eleven Mary and Hank had retired to their bedroom. Her son Tim, Hank’s stepson, had shut himself in his room a while earlier, remarking only that the movie didn’t live up to what it could have been, and that the original had been better as usual. Tim’s attitude had always been proportionate to how well things were going for him at the time, and now in his senior year of high school and just a few months after his eighteenth birthday that meant he was slightly bitter most of the time and downright sour the rest.

Mary yawned as she picked up the discarded garments scattered about the bedroom. As she tossed them into the open hamper she sighed heavily—despite having been married now for ten years Hank still hadn’t learned to leave his dirty clothes in their place. Still, if this is the worst she had to deal with then things weren’t too bad for them.

Hank rolled over in bed a few times, getting comfortable as she picked up a pair of jeans draped over their bedpost. Something shifted in the pocket and she reached in and withdrew the small USB thumbdrive. Turning it over in her hand and examining it, she turned to Hank. “Is this your flashdrive honey?”

Hank grunted into his pillow and turned his head to respond. “Jordan gave that to me at the office today, said some things are best shared with friends. Probably some workout videos, he’s been getting ripped lately. I was gonna check it out tomorrow.” His voice faded as he finished his reply, and as Mary gathered the few final pieces of clothes she heard his snoring begin. In a few moments she had undressed and slid into bed with him, and though she was tired her mind remained focused on the thumbdrive she had left on her nightstand.

Jordan had obviously been working out recently, she’d noticed it herself when he and his girlfriend came back from vacation last weekend and joined them for dinner. He must be doing some intense exercises, she thought, as his formerly portly frame had been replaced by that of an olympian.

The more she thought about it the more her curiosity nagged her, and after fifteen minutes of determined attempts at sleep she reached for her laptop and the USB stick. A quick virus scan revealed no threats, and she opened the drive to see what was on it. A single file, ten megs in size, resided on the drive. Labeled MasterPC.exe, it seemed harmless enough, though no one could tell these days. Crossing her fingers and praying it wasn’t a shock program, she double clicked the program and waited.

Hardly a moment passed before a prompt popped up on her screen: Enter username and verify: it read. Mary thought about it a moment, considered using her email address or another alias, and then typed in her full name. The prompt immediately changed: Welcome Mary Hall Nessin, identify first subject:

A drop-down box contained her name and a generic “new subject” option. As she pondered the option the snores coming from her spouses mouth suddenly increased in intensity, and she glanced over to check that he was alright. Spying no obvious problems, she turned back to her computer, selected new subject, and smiled as she typed in Henry William Nessin and clicked OK.

Immediately a figure appeared on the screen along with a few text boxes and a some buttons beneath them. A quick glance at the image made her blood run cold for a moment—it looked exactly like her husband, in exactly his position in bed, but with nothing covering him but the underpants he wore to sleep. Maximizing the window removed any doubt from her mind that she was staring at his exact double on the screen, and for a long moment she could only stare. Finally she shook her head and examined the rest of the text on the screen. The buttons and text boxes were meticulously labelled, though that still left some leeway for cryptic content, as made apparent by the grayed-out box identified as Actual Age which listed Hanks age as 43 (accurate, Mary noted) and the box next to it which listed a modifiable stat named Physical Age. At the moment it displayed the same number, but up and down arrows next to it apparently could alter this. Glancing over the rest of the window revealed other stats: weight, muscle density, relative strength, and so on down to more trivial details such as tooth contrast, eye color, and tongue length. An advanced tab beckoned to her from the right hand side, and as she went to select it the text box immediately under the image caught her eye. The button next to it simply read Enter Command.

Hank’s droning snoring made the decision for her. “Stop soring” she wrote into the box and pressed enter. The area under the box logged the command, but the noise continued as loudly as ever. Disappointed by the lack of results, Mary frowned. It seemed too fantastic to believe that this program could ever work, could be what it appeared to promise, and yet for as she had typed her wish she had believed it would work. As she went to close the lid on her PC her eyes flitted past the logged command stayed there. “Stop soring” it read—she’s mispelled snoring. Quickly she entered the proper command and hit enter once more. The result was immediate: Hank’s snores ceased and his breathing became measured and steady. Mary’s heart pounded as silence descended over the room; her mind began to race as she began to consider the options available to her—to him—to everything from now on. Though her fingers trembled and her breath became short she focused on the window on the screen and began to work.

You will sleep soundly until dawn; nothing will rouse you.
Enter
Your lust for me is pure and unending. Other women make no impression on you. Your desire is only for me.
Enter
Your orgasm may only ever follow mine, and then only if I permit it.
Enter
Your penis is nine inches long and two inches thick. You can maintain an erection for as long as we sustain intercourse or until I permit it to subside.
Enter

Mary couldn’t help herself; their marriage had entered a dry spell ever since Tim’s mood had turned sour with his teenage years and raging hormones. The love was there still but his presence demanded too much energy to spare much for the two of them. She smiled as she realized this would no longer be an issue. A few more alterations increased Hank’s his muscle mass and height while his weight and age dropped by ten points each. With each alteration Mary couldn’t help but turn and watch the result take place, occasionally lifting the sheets to get a better look at her work. Hank now resembled a professional athelete, with a cock which matched that of Tim’s father, her first husband—the only thing she ever missed about him.

Thinking for a moment, she returned once more to the text box and entered another command, smiling at her genius:

You will never leave your discarded clothes anywhere besides the dirty laundry hamper ever again.
Enter

Now she selected the switch subject button and went to work on herself. Though she’d remained fit through the years the march of time and hard work of childrearing had taken its toll on her figure. A few commands and changes to her stats quickly firmed her thighs, restored color to her hair, straightened her spine, and lifted her breasts. The lines disappeared from her face, and though less apparent for her than it was for Hank the removal of ten years of age left her feeling lively once again as the clock downstairs struck midnight.

Finally she was entering the last of her commands for her own body. Her imagination had been exhausted by the tedium of selecting options, changing them, examining the results, and tweaking them to her liking. One more line of text and she would then send herself to sleep, only to rise at dawn for an early fuck with her improved husband. Weariness caught up with her as she typed, thoughts of her impending sleep making her eyes begin to droop.

Any conscious male within 2.5 feet of me will be overcome by unbearable, uncontrollable lust for me and me only. The male will have no recourse but to fuck me with his hard cock until I cum; he may only orgasm following my own orgasm. Only then may the male rest.
Enter

“That should keep me busy,” she thought. From the room next door Mary heard a thud, followed by the muffled complaint of worn mattress springs. She paid it no mind, however, as she entered her last command of the evening:

You will fall asleep as soon as you have returned the laptop to your nightstand, and awaken only at daw—

The door to her bedroom swung open and banged hard against the wall. Mary’s head jerked to the side and she gasped loudly at what she saw. “Tim!” she exclaimed, “Where are your clothes? What are you doing? Don’t come in here!”

Her son looked confused, scared. Standing in the doorway, his naked form rocked back and forth. With every few seconds he took one solid step towards her, only to stop once more. His expression strained with each footfall, and he glanced continuously from her lithe, taut form down to his manhood which extended straight out from his body ten inches beyond his waistline.

Sensing her error Mary looked back to her computer. The still unfinished command awaited her hand in the text box, and below it lay her previous entry. Looking at it she read it once more and her heart sunk: where she meant to enter a range of two and a half feet she instead typed twenty five. Tim, lying in his bed doing who knows what had instantly been influenced. He was almost to her bedside as she searched frantically for an undo button, a quit button, anything. Finding nothing her fingers flew to the keyboard, deftly erasing her typed command. Instantly she started to enter a new one:

Tim is not going to fuc—

But she didn’t get to finish. A strong hand shut the laptop and wrested it from her grip. Tim tossed it to the floor where it landed with a dull thud on the carpet. Terror masked Mary’s features, and she drew her legs to her chest, hoping to cover herself and stave off her own son’s advance. With one arm she shook Hank’s sleeping form, but it was no use; she knew he would not stir until dawn. The other she held out to Tim, palm extended in a stop motion, but he only took her hand and held his own against it.

The heat coming off of his body was intense. His lips trembled, and as he sat on the side of the bed he spoke softly, stammering as he looked into his mother’s eyes. “I’ve never wanted this before now, mom, but I can’t stop. Please let us share ourselves with each other, if only for one night.”

Mary returned his gaze with an icy stare and tried to control herself, hoping to extend her restraint Tim. Despite her coolness, her pussy had long been wet that night as her modifications had roused her long-dormant loins, and her nipples were hard and tweaked. She’d long since removed all her clothes in order to better observe the changes she instituted upon herself, and as she tried to find the words to calm him his eyes began to rove over her body. In spite of herself she blushed, feeling deep down almost flattered by his maniacal need for her. She could see his cock throbbing, sometimes emiting just a drop of precum which would then slowly slide down its length. In all she considered her situation for only as long as a minute, trying desperately to think her way out of a problem with only one solution: to regain the use of her computer and reverse the command which started this whole nightmare.

“Mom, I know this is wrong. There is a part of me that hates this, that doesn’t know how this could be happening. Why do I need you, why am I so hard for you?” Tim’s right hand wrapped around his member and stroked, but Mary could tell he found no relief from the action. His other hand caressed her thigh, and he slowly worked his way between her legs.

Mary’s eyes rolled back and she couldn’t help but moan softly, partly in despair but also in some small degree of pleasure. “I just need my computer, son.” she said. His hand continued to work her thighs, and he made no response to her words. Slowly, Mary slid forwards on the bed, keeping as much distance between her and Tim as possible, though he moved to meet her as much as he could. Reaching the foot of the bed, Mary kept her legs clenched tightly together and reached for her computer only a few feet away on the floor.

In an instant she realized her mistake as Tim wrapped himself around behind her. With her ass in the air as she reached for the device her sphincter was exposed to the open air for only a second, but this was more time than her son required.

A high-pitched scream escaped her lips as ten inches of teenage cock plunged into her ass. Tim cried in delight as he thrust into his mother, grabbing the sides of her thighs and pulling back as he bottomed out, only to thrust into her again. The first minute was hell for Mary—Tim was huge and her anus hadn’t been exposed to anything like this since her first marriage. Each thrust sent spikes of pain into her, and tears brimmed around her eyes as she fought him. Flailing arms and kicking feet landed few blows against Tim’s body, though after a moment they both collapsed together onto the floor and he pinned her expertly between the carpet and the side of the bed. As the seconds passed the pain began to subside. The muscles in her butt began to relax through fatigue, and the rest of her body followed suit. She was forced to give up her desperate attempts to release herself from her son’s grip and his pumping cock, and as she forced her eyes open to take in her surroundings she found herself staring at her computer on the floor in front of her.

Rocking back and forth with each thrust she silently prayed that nothing had gone wrong when it struck the floor. She lifted the screen as gingerly as she could, and the laptop immediately came back to life, glowing brightly and still displaying the MasterPC program, just as she had left it. Staring at the screen she tried to remember how to work the application, and finally her eyes locked onto the command box again. It still retained her almost executed command: Tim is not going to fuck his mother, but as she reached for the keys to complete the order she groaned. Her back arched and her chest pushed forward, and for the first time since Tim had entered her room that evening a sensation of pleasure rippled over her body. Her eyes focused on the screen once more, still displaying her information and all the commands she had entered previously. Her mind obviously wasn’t working properly; she no longer was making the right connections. She couldn’t be—there’s no way she wanted this to continue, it’s not possible to do what suddenly sprang to her mind. And yet still she reached forward and deleted the text in the command box and replaced it with only two words:

Enjoy this.
Enter

Instantly her inhibitions dropped. Any reservations she held regarding the pleasure Tim was pouring into her evaporated from her consciousness. The disgust she felt, the horror that preceeded their coupling was no more. She pushed back onto Tim’s dick and engaged his thrusts, partnering with his moves and loving it. After several more minutes of taking his length into her backside Mary knew she needed more.

She put her hand back and gently but firmly pushed him out of her; he seemed to know she wasn’t stopping, but only shifting them to a new position. He stopped and waited, panting, as she raised herself from her knees and stood before him, fingering herself with one hand while she lifted him up with the other. Where before he had been several inches taller than his mother, Tim now stood eye to eye with her. Mary hadn’t realized that in altering herself she had unwittingly matched his height, but she appreciated how simple it now made things. She leaned into a kiss with her boy; he eagerly returned it, grasping her about the waist with his large hands. With a push she sent him sprawling onto the bed next to his stepfather, who remained fast asleep as the bed rocked when his wife climbed on to join Tim.

Smiling devilishly Mary brought her lips to the tip of Tim’s cock. His eyes widened and a grin broke out on his face as her lips parted and slid halfway down his length. There was no way his mother, or any other woman, could take all of him at once, but these thoughts were soon pushed aside as he was lost in a sea of pleasure as her tongue, lips, and throat massaged his penis while she cleaned away the remnants of his previous endeavor.

Mary nose was filled with a scent she hadn’t smelled in years, a mixture of sweat, effort, precum, and her own essence that brought with it a taste to match as she devoured as much of Tim’s dick as she could. When she had bottomed out at the back of her throat she worked the rest of her son’s length with her hands, eventually going so far as to lick up and down the sides of his prick, cleaning and preparing it for what she mentally tagged as the main event. Finally the scent and the taste she so enjoyed subsided, and she released Tim’s cock from her mouth and clambered up his body to kiss him fully on the mouth once more. As their lips locked his tongue darted past the entrance to her mouth and tasted what remained of their joining. She felt his cock surge hard against her crotch, his heart pounding through his chest, the beating almost audible as she felt his toned chest thump against her fingers with every beat.

Her pussy poured juice over his already wet cock, slickening his entire shaft and filling the air with the delicious aroma of cunt. Though his excitement was almost uncontrollable Tim held back, now gritting his teeth as he felt the heat of his mother’s pussy, inhaled her scent, felt her breasts, and rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance to her womb. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t cum yet; he’d never been this aroused. On any normal day he’d have creamed himself even as he stood outside her closed door, he’d been so horny. But something held him back now, and as his mother finally broke their long kiss he looked deep into her eyes and knew she must have something to do with it.

Mary returned her son’s penetrating stare, wondering what was going through his mind at this very instant. Confusion still registered on his face, though pleasure, lust, and love had all but made it impossible to witness. Her own delight only grew as she ground the lips of her pussy against Tim’s cock. Slowly, deliberately, and unstoppably she lowered herself onto him. She watched as his pupils dilated in pleasure yet she refused to go any faster. Almost half a minute passed before the head of his dick passed the outer folds of her pussy, and slowly she allowed the shaft to continue into her body. Inch by inch their bodies combined, and finally her ass met the base of his cock and she bottomed out. And came. Hard. The walls of her vagina locked onto her son’s length and both parties held still for a long moment as her orgasm shut down all higher functions of her body. No thoughts entered or left her mind and for that brief moment she was cut off from the world, her home, her husband, and even her son as a mental explosion rocked her psyche and pleasure spread to every square inch of her being.

After a moment she returned to reality, opening her eyes and blinking as her son held her tight, one arm wrapped behind her and grabbing her ass and the other pressed against her left breast, squeezing and rubbing her in time with the beating of her heart. While her orgasm subsided he had begun to guide her up and down along his cock, her body reacting to his physical instructions perfectly. As his cock slid in and out, in and out she brought a hand to her crotch and began to rub her clitoris. Within seconds another orgasm rocked her frame, and she quivered with delight as Tim continued his work on his new lover. A third and fourth orgasm left her almost unable to even moan, and through the piercing joy that accompanied her fifth she heard, as though from a great distance, the pleas of her son for his mother.

“Oh god, mom, oh god, why can’t I cum mom?” Tim’s face was unreadable in its mix of emotions. He knew every time Mary came as she clamped down on him and held on for the duration. His cock was still as hard as it had been from the start, and his enjoyment had doubled with each new phase of his coupling with his mother. “Please let me cum mom, I love this too much not to cum, I need to cum!”

Mary looked at her son and she felt his need for release. As she rode him hard and fast she pulled her hand from her clit and pressed two fingers to his lips. He licked them and then took them into his mouth and sucked them clean of her juices. With her other hand she ran her fingers through his hair and held her cheek against his. Her lips brushed against his earlobe and she listened to the sucking sound he made with her fingers as she whispered softly, lowly, “of course you need to cum, my dear, so cum.”

The reaction was instant. With a cry of joy unlike any he had ever emitted before his cock shot bolt after bolt of thick semen into her pussy. His back arched and she was lifted from the bed and held aloft by his orgasm. Mary came for a sixth time as her son pumped his seed into her, releasing a store of pent-up semen that would make any ten men jealous. As he withdrew his cock from her now gaping pussy occasional spurts still leapt forth from the tip of his cock, and his mother collapsed in a heap between him and Hank, utterly worn out from the experience. The laptop lay forgotten on the floor, and as she coaxed the last few jets of cum from his member she brought as much as she could to her mouth, face, and chest, swallowing some and rubbing the rest into her skin.

After a while Tim turned away to face the outside of the bed, the confusion returning to his mind about what just happened. The whole thing had lasted maybe thirty minutes, and yet in that time he had been reluctant, scared, resistant, daunted, engaging, pleading, giving, opportunistic, and mostly willing. Now all that was left was the sensation of being trapped in a mystery he had no way of unravelling. On the lowest level he still lusted for the woman behind him, but why? Is this normal? Does every son go through this? Did she want it, did she orchestrate it? After a while an arm wrapped over him and pulled him into a sleepy embrace. His mother’s pussy still exuded a strong warmth, and her soft breasts against his back and the regular, soft breathing calmed him somewhat; he felt sleep at last approaching. Though he knew at least that he should return to his own room, that maybe he shouldn’t be home in the morning, that perhaps the act he just committed was truly vile and unforgivable, he couldn’t detach himself from his mother, his lover, his partner now. As he inhaled the shared scent of their sex his cock rose to attention once more. He was too tired to do anything about it now, however, and in any case the power that had held him erect and unable to cum earlier had seemed to at least be halted for the moment. Unconsciousness overtook him finally as the well-toned arm of his mother reached down and stroked his cock methodically with her right hand. A slight groan escaped his lips as in his dreams a harem of women performed for him, while in the waking world his mother continued to rub his cock until his seed once more flowed from him into his mothers palm. Her left hand lit upon the mound of her sex, the fingers toying with her clit and from time to time diving deep into her slit. Shortly thereafter sleep found her and escorted into dreams where she was surrounded by lovers, each offering to her their bodies, which she gladly took and worked, cumming again and again as the dawn approached.