An Arc's Temptation - RWBY

Tags : #Mind-Control

Author: DardalionWrites

Words: 164,967

Synopsis: 

The problem with Semblances is that people came to rely on them, and that you never knew what you were going to get until you got it. Jaune's Semblance allowed him limited control over women, or so he thought, but a single mistake combined with a lack of understanding on how far his Semblance went, causes a cascade effect that will change his life forever. How is one man to resist temptation when he can get away with anything he wants? How far is too far, and how do you drag yourself back from the precipice?

Or do you even try?

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/17765615/chapters/41918846

Personal Review: 

Our dear protagonist awakens his semblance, which I cannot mention here because ChatGPT considers it a violation of usage policy to use the word 'Mind-Control'. However, I'm sure he will use it for good. The work is incomplete, but it remains quite decent. Among the characters involved are the Arc family, Nora, Glynda, Pyrrha, and others. It contains 94% pornography and 6% plot.

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Chapter 1: A Single Mistake 

No one quite knew how Semblances worked. Some required aura; some didn't. Some had Semblances they could consciously use while others had ones which activated on their own. There were Semblances which let people control certain elements, enhance physical capabilities, summon creatures, sense hidden people, control their own emotions, fire lasers from their eyes…

Admittedly, Jaune hadn't seen the latter, but he was willing to bet it was out there somewhere.

Semblances could be downright unfair.

Of course, it was unfair on the side of humans against the Grimm, so no one complained, but when it came to understanding why someone had a certain Semblance, how it did what it did and what determined what type they got? Well, scientists could throw around big words as much as they wanted but the long and short of it was that no one knew much about it.

Most just called it the soul.

Jaune hoped it wasn't, on account of what his Semblance would have said about that.

That I'm a horny teenager with no hope of getting a girlfriend on my own? Didn't need quasi-magical power to tell me that. There were some who said Semblances might come from the intrinsic desires a person had, or to fix a glaring weakness or problem. He knew since, after unlocking his, he'd done more research on Semblances than he'd ever cared to.

What was his Semblance?

It was stupid. It was wrong. It was something he regretted using every time, and yet something he couldn't stop making use of. As the comics said; with great power came great responsibility. But they'd never mentioned that with great power also came great temptation. A temptation he'd tried time and time again to resist.

He'd tried. He'd tried so hard.

Which was why his current predicament was so difficult.

"Mhm. Mhm." A head of blonde hair bobbed up and down in his lap, the golden strands spilling across his bare thighs. A pair of soft hands rested on each of his legs, holding them apart as a hot mouth engulfed him. "Mhmmm."

Jaune's head fell back and he let out a ragged moan. "I-I'm close."

There was no response, but the woman currently running her tongue over the head of his cock quickened her pace, drawing her lips up and down his shaft and sucking on the head. She wasn't quiet about it, making sloppy sounds with every passing moment. She knew he liked that.

"Ah!" Jaune's body shook violently. His legs tried to close but the woman wouldn't let him. She pushed herself forward, hunching her shoulders as she dove down and took all of him in her mouth, pressing her nose down into his pubic hair and humming loudly. The vibrations the humming caused in her throat drove him wild.

His orgasm hit like a freight train.

One of Jaune's hands clamped onto the woman's head as he came, shooting his seed deep into her mouth. He needn't have because she made no move to pull away. Instead, she sucked on his cock hard, milking him for every last drop of cum, which she swallowed immediately. Worse, she continued to hum, now in satisfaction.

She waited for him to stop twitching inside of her mouth before she stopped sucking on him. She fastened her lips around his shaft and drew her head back, letting his cock slip free with an audible pop. Laughing softly, she planted a sweet kiss on the head of his member, like one might on the lips of a lover.

And then she looked up and smiled at him.

His own mother.

"Does that feel better, sweetheart?"

He'd tried to resist. He'd tried so fucking hard!

Mind control. That was his Semblance. Or maybe it was memory re-writing; he didn't fucking know. Falling back on the bed with a groan, Jaune brought his hands up to his face in a pathetic effort to hide his shame.

"You need to be getting up soon," Juniper said, standing from between his legs and dusting her knees down. Forty-five years old, she was a full and mature in a way most of the girls at school weren't, with beautiful blonde hair, a smooth face and pretty green eyes shaped like almonds. She also had his cum dripping down her chin, though she caught that with a finger and popped it in her mouth, sucking. "I'll have breakfast ready soon and you have a big day ahead of you."

"Y-Yeah."

The normality of her tone somehow made it all the worse. If she'd acted like a slut or some mind-controlled drone, it might have been easier to stomach. Instead, his mother moved about and began to make his bed under him, humming a happy tune as she did. She acted for all the world like it was normal for a mother to blow her son like that.

But then, she thought it was normal… thanks to him.

I'm the fucking worst. Someone end me…

"Look at you still lazing about." The mattress flexed beside him as she sat down. Cool fingers gently stroked his flaccid cock, making him whine. "Do you need something to pick you up?" He heard her hand move to her top and pull it down.

"NO!" Jaune yelped, looking away quickly and trying not to focus on the full breast she'd offered him, or the dusky nipple standing at attention. He didn't miss the pained surprise on her face, though. The genuine hurt on the face of a mother who didn't understand what she'd done to upset her son.

"N-No," he said in a softer voice. "I'm just. I… I just don't want to ruin that breakfast you mentioned. Your cooking is always the best, mom."

"Oh! You're such a sweet boy." She giggled and looked a little happier. "And you're right of course. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." She pushed her boob back into her top and slumped back in relief. Standing once more, Juniper looked down at him, or more specifically his naked lower half. "Do you want my help dressing?"

"Uh. No? I'll be okay thank you…"

"Okay. Come down when you're ready. I'm making your favourite; pancakes."

Jaune smiled weakly. "Y-Yeah. I can't wait." He held the smile as Juniper smiled and left, closing the door behind her. The moment she did, he fell back on the bed and slapped both hands over his face. "Fuck!"

Never let it be said that he was a strong-willed man.

Mind control. Interesting Semblance. Fucked-up Semblance.

It wasn't exactly that, but he didn't have the details to know how it all worked and there was no way he was telling anyone about it after what he'd gone and done.

He'd unlocked it in as pathetic a manner as one might imagine. There had been a girl in school – Emily Green - pretty, confident… a slut. Everyone called her that, herself included, but he'd been his usual idiot self and convinced himself he was in love with her. When he caught her smoking behind the school building, he'd tried to act cool and talk to her.

She'd laughed in his face.

It hurt to think of it even now, the way she'd bent nearly double in mirth, the sheer hilarity in her eyes. The things she'd said. His heart hadn't just been broken, it had been shattered in place. Still laughing, she'd told him that the only way he was getting any action from her would be if he paid for it.

He'd asked how much.

Pathetic to the core, he'd still thought he could change her. Looking back on it, he wasn't sure what he'd been smoking. She was the popular yet unpopular girl; the one everyone knew but hated. The rumours of her being the village bicycle had more truth to it than he'd known.

His meagre savings hadn't bought him much. Only a blowjob in the toilets.

It had still been the best moment in the world.

He could remember it easily, the euphoria mixed with the pain. The pleasure, but also her little insults. The way she laughed at his size, his nerves, his desperation. She'd even laughed at how soon he was ready to cum. He remembered leaning against the walls with tears in his eyes. Remembered wishing that something could be different, that she could love him, that she could be different.

He'd cum in her mouth.

At the time, he hadn't realised his Semblance had unlocked, but all of a sudden, she had been different. Had been loving. The insults disappeared, replaced with kind words, loving caresses and apologies. He'd been lost. Gobsmacked.

Like an idiot, he'd believed her. She'd even given his money back, telling him she ought to pay for the pleasure. He'd told her she didn't have to. Asked her to be his girlfriend. When she said yes, he'd been over the moon.

When he'd tried to kiss her after school a good three hours later, she slapped him, asked what the fuck he thought he was doing and then said she didn't remember agreeing to anything, let alone ever talking to him.

Then, she'd told him the only way he'd get any action was if he paid her…

So, he had.

And he came in her mouth. And he wished she could be kinder. And she was.

And then, by the next morning, she was a bitch again.

Dumb as he was, it hadn't taken him long to figure out was going on, and another paid-for blowjob had her clucking like a chicken for a full hour, confusing the teachers and having her sent home with an excuse of fever-driven hallucinations. Come the next morning, she was back to normal.

Something about his cum gave him control over people. Women. Well, he didn't know if it worked on guys but being straight as an arrow, he didn't want to test it. If he came in a woman's mouth, he could place a suggestion on them which they'd follow to the letter. It lasted for about an hour or so and, after it wore off, they forgot it ever happened.

He'd realised straight away what a responsibility such a power was. Taking away the free will of people, making them believe and think things they hadn't before… it wasn't a toy. It wasn't a game.

He, Jaune Arc, had promised never to use it.

"Yeah. And that went well."

Shame-faced, Jaune sat up and pulled up his pants, hiding his guiltily wet member and buckling his belt. It had been a good three months since he'd unlocked his Semblance, and after the original testing with Emily, he'd not once tried to use his Semblance.

It hadn't been hard at first. He'd been a virgin for seventeen years; what was a couple more? At least until he found a girlfriend on more genuine terms.

He'd been in high spirits, and even thinking of ways to use his Semblance for good. He could reform criminals, make it so they never wanted to do crimes again. Sexually assaulting them wasn't even necessary since doctors could probably make his sperm into pills or something. It didn't have to be a creep's Semblance.

And then the cravings hit…

You never realise how much you need it until you don't have it. All the girls at school, everyone in town. It was only a matter of time before I lost control. But why, oh why, did it have to be mom?

He could still remember the moment…

"H-Hey mom."

"Jaune?" Juniper stood at the kitchen sink wearing a beige apron over a green dress that reached down to her knees and black stockings underneath. Her blonde hair reached down past her shoulders and fell in waves down her back. She'd been washing dishes for dinner, the job being quite a bit bigger when you had so many children. "What is it, sweetie? Can it wait?"

Jaune, already nervous about having to explain things, gave in easily. "Yeah. Sure. I guess it can."

Juniper frowned, removed her gloves and let them fall on the kitchen side. "What's wrong?"

"I thought you were washing up?"

"I can tell when my little boy is upset," Juniper said, placing her hands on her hips. She had such a full figure, as tall as he with full breasts that seemed to defy her age and wide, child-bearing hips. "Did something happen at school? Are you being bullied again?"

"No. Not this time."

"Something else then? Come on, you can tell me." She took him by the shoulders and pushed him down into a seat by the large dining table. It could fit ten normally, though lately it fit nine, father being out on another hunt. "Hm. Your muscles are so tight," Juniper said, rubbing his shoulders. "You're so tense."

 Jaune grit his teeth. "T-That's one way to put it…"

He was immensely grateful for his jeans hiding his burgeoning erection. He'd been rock hard all day at school and every girl in a skirt was an opportunity he couldn't take his mind off. With his Semblance it would be safe. He could take what he needed, let them forget and then never give in again.

Except, he knew he would. He knew he'd keep giving in if he did now, hence why he'd faked sick and come home. But even time and distance hadn't made it go away entirely. His body ached for release and finding an opportunity to wank with eight women in the house wasn't easy.

And he couldn't believe how much his own mother's hands were turning him on.

She's your mother, you sicko!

His body didn't care.

"Tell me what's wrong?" Juniper said. "I can tell something is bothering you. Call it a mother's intuition."

He couldn't keep this up. If she kept running her fingers over his shoulders and down onto his chest, he was going to pitch a tent even she couldn't miss. Desperately, he tried to deflect her. "You're right. Something is bothering me. Can we talk? Seriously, I mean?"

"Of course." Juniper sounded delighted. "Let me just get us some snacks."

When she turned away, Jaune's eyes were drawn to the jug of water on the table, set aside for dinner time with plenty of glasses beside it. His mouth ran dry, though with a hunger that simple water couldn't quench. His finger touched a small bottle of food dye in his pocket, though the creamy liquid inside was anything but dye. A moment of weakness, of temptation given form. He'd told himself he wasn't going to use it, only to have it on hand so he could take it to a doctor and explain what it was.

Would it be so bad? It's not like she'd remember it.

I would. She's my mother.

But she was beautiful. Jaune's eyes locked onto his mother's rear as she worked in the kitchen slicing ham for a sandwich. She hummed as she cut, her derriere shaking back and forth. It was big. Not fat, just wider and fuller than any he'd seen on the girls at school.

His dick fought against his pants. His mind whirled. Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd grabbed a glass and upended the small bottle into it, shaking the last drops out desperately while he watched his mother, waiting for her to turn around and demand to know what he was doing.

She didn't.

Guilt eating through his stomach, Jaune poured water into the glass, washing the sticky substance off the walls and causing it to mis and turn clear.

When Juniper turned back around, Jaune had two glasses of water in front of him. He nervously held one out to his mother.

"Thank you, sweetie."

Jaune watched her bring the glass to her mouth and drink. He watched the water slip by her lips, watching the contents in the glass drain. The small, barely visible, trace of a slightly thicker material swirl towards her lips and then disappear.

His legs felt like jelly.

Juniper blinked, tasting something. She licked her lips, looked at the empty glass and then shrugged, placing it down. "Now, what's the problem, Jaune? You can tell me."

If it worked as it always had, he just needed to say something. Make a suggestion.

"I want you to help me with a problem and not freak out," he whispered. His voice was hoarse, frightened. "I want you to help me as best you can."

"Oh, of course I will, dear. You're my little boy after all. What's this problem you need my help with?"

Standing weakly, Jaune took a deep breath and reached for his pants. His hands were shaking so hard it took him three tries to get his belt undone, but when he did and pushed his pants and underwear down, his cock popped out, painfully erect and an angry shade of pink.

"Oh my!" Juniper's hand covered her mouth.

Closing his eyes Jaune blurted out "I want you to help me with this!"

He waited for the slap. Or maybe the scream. Or even his mother shouting his name in a loud voice and demanding to know what the hell he thought he was doing. His heart was hammering in his chest as he stood there in front of her with all six inches of him standing at attention.

When soft fingers touched him, his hips bucked and his eyes flew open.

Juniper – mom – was down on her knees in front of him. She had a serene and happy smile as she took him in hand, closing her soft fingers around his length. He felt paralysed, unable to move or speak at all. It was all he could do to stare at her, wide eyed.

"Of course, sweetie. Let mommy help you with this."

It worked!

Jaune fell back onto the chair when his mother placed her other hand on his thigh and gave him a little push. It was all it took to topple him. Moving forward so that her shoulders were between his knees, Juniper took his shaft and began to slowly pump her hand up and down. Her eyes remained on his the whole time, as if all of this were perfectly normal.

"Tell me how this came about."

He did. Leaving out the properties of his Semblance for obvious reasons, he mentioned his inability to focus after what happened with Emily and the months of abstinence soon after.

"Oh Jaune." Juniper giggled, still stroking his cock. It felt harder than ever and he moved his hips to try and feel more of her soft skin. "That's perfectly normal. You're sexually frustrated."

"B-But I didn't even have sex," he gasped, head rolling back.

"You were still sexually active. Your body has never experienced the feeling of such before, and believe me, masturbation is not even close. This is your body's way of telling you that it wants to feel that same experience again."

Jaune grunted as she began to squeeze him a little harder. It felt so good – so wrong and yet somehow all the better for being that way. He'd masturbated before, but it had never felt so overpowering, so incredible.

All his resistance, all his self-control, was in pieces at his feet.

"Is this helping?" his mom asked.

"No. Yes. Maybe. It still hurts."

Juniper giggled. "It'll stop when you cum. Are you close?"

"I don't know. Last time, Emily was sucking me off. That helped more."

Without a moment's hesitation, Juniper leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

"AHHHH!" Jaune collapsed on the seat as the warmth overcame him. The sheer heat of the inside of her mouth. He felt her soft lips work their way around the head of his cock, kissing and caressing it. He felt her tongue play with him.

Where Emily had been sucking him off to earn money and not at all interesting in showing him a good time, Juniper took care of him lovingly. Even with his dick in her mouth, she somehow managed to smile up at him, making little kissing sounds as she pursed her lips and kissed the head of his cock, then his shaft, then all the way down to his balls.

Planting a kiss between them, she licked her way back up to the top and then brought her head over and down, swallowing him whole.

It felt like he was dying.

He couldn't move. He didn't want to move.

This is wrong. He panted and watched his mother bob her head up and down, taking him all the way in and swirling her tongue around him. This is sick. I – I shouldn't be doing this. I have to stop.

His cock twitched in her mouth.

What was the harm, though? If he stopped now, he'd be just as frustrated – except ten times worse. He'd do something worse; maybe get himself caught at school. Arrested. Thrown in jail for the rest of his life.

She was already here; she already had his cock in her mouth.

What was the harm?

And yet… he wanted more. The sight of her sucking him off was incredibly, all the more so because she was looking up at him the whole time. He knew he was about to cum at any moment. But, if he was here already, if he'd already crossed the line… why not get it out of his system entirely?

"S-Stop," he whispered.

Juniper did so instantly. She took him out of her mouth, though her hand held him still, touching him against her cheek. A little precum dribbled down her skin. "What is it, sweetie?"

"I want…" He could hardly breathe. "I want to feel it properly. I want to have sex."

"Well, you could find a girlfriend-"

"I want you to show me how to have sex."

Juniper was confused but nodded dutifully and stood up. "I can find some diagrams. Maybe a video online."

"N-No. I want you to show me with your body." The words of his Semblance had been to help him. He wasn't sure if she was intentionally trying to find an alternative route to that or if he just wasn't being specific enough. "I want you to show me first hand, through example." Remembering the exact words, he said, "I want you to help me with this problem."

His mother stood still for a moment, thinking. Then, with a loving smile, she agreed. "Okay."

He couldn't believe it. Jaune licked his lips as he looked her up and down, seeing not his mother but the woman she was. Older than he, beautiful, a real MILF. More than a few of his friends had called her sexy.

The idea that he would be the only one of them to fuck her? It was overpowering.

He felt powerful. For the first time in his pathetic life, he felt in control.

It was a heady feeling

"Bend over," he commanded, voice shaky but with a hint of steel. "Put your hands on the table and bend over it."

Juniper turned around and did so, sticking her round ass out as she stretched her hand over the wood, pressing her breasts flat against the table's surface. Her head was angled to the side, looking back at him. "Like this?"

Hurrying to his feet and kicking his trousers away, Jaune stumbled over to her. "Yeah." He came to a stop in front of her ass, looking down at the sheer size of it. It was wider than his hips were. "Yeah. Just like that. I…" He swallowed. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm actually going to fuck you."

"Only to help with your problem, sweetie."

"Yeah. Course." Hesitantly, he reached out and placed a hand atop her bum. It was soft and fluffy. All the girls at school had really tight asses which were probably all bone and muscle, but this was a woman's butt. When Juniper didn't complain, he placed his other hand on her, and then ran them down her sides, gripping a cheek with each hand. "Your ass is amazing…"

"Thank you~"

Her dress had ridden up a little when she bent over, but still came halfway down her thighs. He gripped the hem and held it there for a second, taking in the reality of what he was doing, asking himself if he wanted to step back and stop.

No. He couldn't.

He pulled her dress up over her butt, revealing her at last. Her stockings covered her, reaching all the way up to her waist like skin-tight trousers of their own. He bundled the dress up over her hips and tucked it into herself. Only the back was pulled up fully, the front still falling before her. His hands shook as he hooked them into both her stockings and her frilly underwear, dragging them down her legs together.

He got them to her knees before he gave up and left them there. His eyes were focused on the real prize.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a pussy, but it was the first time he'd seen one in real life and not in a porn video. It was bigger than he imagined – or maybe that was just his mom. It was pink in colour with the lips parted. It didn't look anything like a flower, no matter what people said.

Even so, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. The lips were parted slightly as if to invite him. He could see her hole, a darker space between various shades of pink. There was hair above it, a lot more than most girls on videos. Between her jiggling ass cheeks and thick thighs, it looked almost too inviting.

"Now, that's a woman's vagina," Juniper said, still pressed down onto the table. "It's made of lots of different parts like the labia, vulva and clitoris. The vagina is actually inside."

Jaune didn't pay attention. His hands squeezed her ass as he tried to decide what he wanted to do. Kiss it, lick it, bury his face in it and go wild? He wanted all of those things, but a certain part of him wasn't so patient. Taking his dick in hand, he lined it up with her entrance.

"What you do when you have sex is you- ah!" Juniper's lecture cut off as he pushed himself inside of her. Not a virgin by any means, her pussy swallowed his cock easily. "T-That's it," she panted. "Good boy. You're inside of me."

Didn't he fucking know it!

She wasn't tight. Not tight as one might normally call it. Somehow, she was better than that. Soft and warm enough to caress him, yet still tight enough to make it feel like she was pulling him deeper in. His brain told him to start thrusting, but he couldn't. The new sensation took control of his body and left him weak. He fell atop her, hands gripping onto her sides as he hung on for dear life.

"A-Amazing." He tried not to lose it then and there. "Your pussy is amazing…"

"When you're ready, you should start to thrust."

"Give me a second."

"Sure." Juniper giggled and shifted her body a little to get more comfortable. Her legs parted a bit, as far as her stockings would let her. Jaune was still trying to process it all.

He, Jaune Arc, was fucking his mother on the dining room table. He'd bent her over the table and shocked his cock inside of her. Better still, she was standing there submissively, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Feeling brave, he reached his hand around her front and slipped it under her left boob, squeezing it through the fabric.

Juniper allowed it without complaint.

Firm and spongy, more so than he'd imagined them. Her dress was in the way and still pinned down by her legs, so he plunged his hand down her top instead, pushed her bra aside carelessly and took one of the large orbs in hand. Licking his lips and wishing he could suck on the nipple, he began to squeeze and tug at it.

"Be gentle with them," Juniper said.

An unfamiliar feeling pooled in his stomach. Smiling, Jaune did the opposite – squeezing her tits harder.

"Jaune!" Juniper yelped, bucking under him a little. "Gentle!"

"Shut up." He didn't know where the words came from, only that they felt good. "I'll do what I want to you. Fat milf bitch."

"Jaune! Language! Don't speak to me like that. I'm your mother."

There was something incredible about her saying that so seriously and yet spreading her legs for him. The juxtaposition. He'd normally have never dared act like that, but here and now, she was his to do with as he pleased.

After all, she wouldn't remember any of this once his Semblance wore off.

What was the harm?

He was already breaking a far worse taboo, and Juniper would get over being treat like this far sooner than she would being fucked on the dining room table. If he was already here, why not have a little fun?

"What are you going to do, mom? I still have my problem. You have to help me fix it."

"And I am, but you shouldn't say things like that."

"Say things like what?" he asked, pulling her other breast out of her dress with his free hand. He rubbed them both together. "That I like your tits? That I'm squeezing your tits while my dick is inside your pussy? No. In your cunt!"

"Jaune!"

"I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to fuck you until I cum inside of you and you're going to take it like a good little whore." The words excited him. He really was going to cum inside her. Cum inside the pussy he'd come out of.

"Ooh. I'm going to bend you over my knee for that after I've finished helping you. Mark my words."

Grinning, Jaune let go of Juniper's magnificent tits and stood back up. He placed his hands on her ass instead, squeezing it against his cock and causing her vaginal walls to tighten. "Yeah? We'll see. Still hasn't stopped you spreading your legs for your teenage son."

"To help you…"

"Heh. Thanks for the help, mom."

Pulling his hips back, he had to clench his teeth to not lose it as his cock slipped out of her pussy. Taking another quick breath and holding it, he pushed back into her, savouring the feeling of his dick sliding through the tight orifice.

It was hard to not blow his load right there, but he wanted to make it last. Gripping her hips, he started to pull her butt back into him as he fucked her slowly. He slipped out once or twice, too excited to pay attention. When he did, his cock ached in the cold air, desperate to get back inside her warm, wet tunnel.

Juniper made the occasional sound but was neither as loud nor as into it as the porn actors were. That made sense. This was his first time and she'd been having sex for over twenty years. It didn't bother him. In fact, the idea of her not getting off somehow made it better. It fit the fantasy of the slutty mother forced to do as her son demanded. Dominated by him.

He slapped her ass for good measure. Hard.

"Ow. Jaune, not every woman likes that."

He slapped her again.

"Jaune!"

"Hah." The feeling of her clenching down on him when he slapped her was divine. "You know you like it, mom. You're such a dirty milf."

Juniper sighed and leaned back, despairing. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to stay bent over a table like a good slut."

Shaking her head, his mother kept silent. No doubt she was thinking of how to punish him after. He couldn't have cared less. Any telling off would mean nothing once his Semblance wore off as she forgot all about this. And he knew she would. He'd tested it enough times when he'd been trying to figure it out.

Feeling his cock beginning to spasm inside her, Jaune picked up the pace, throwing away all thoughts of slow and steady and instead fucking her raw. This was for his pleasure, his satisfaction. Not hers.

He slapped her again, earning a grunt. Her cheeks were red and raw and jiggled back and forth whenever he slammed his hips into her ass. His thumb was near her puckered asshole and he smirked suddenly.

He brought some saliva up in his mouth and spat on her.

With her body being knocked forward so much, it was a hard shot and he went high, but the saliva struck above her butt and slipped down the crack. It met his thumb, which he used to rub her asshole. It was tight. Far tighter than her pussy.

"Jaune, no!" Juniper said, sounding more annoyed than alarmed. "You asked me to teach you about sex, not that."

Ignoring her, Jaune pushed his thumb inside her anus.

"Hngh!"

"You like that?"

"N-No." Juniper spoke through clenched teeth. "I don't. Take it out."

Rather than listen, he pushed his thumb in and out, fucking her ass with it and making her whine and whimper. He spat again, adding some lubrication, all the while hammering into her pussy without pause.

He couldn't keep it up.

Her hot pussy, little sounds and the feel of her ass clenching down on his thumb were too much. Pulling it out and ignoring her startled yelp, Jaune threw his body down atop of hers, lifting his feet off the floor entirely. With both of them suspended on the table, he had to rely on his hips to keep fucking her, but he couldn't have stopped them now even if he tried. Hammering into her, he fought to push his cock as deep as he could, even if he was already buried entirely inside her.

"I'm cumming, mom!"

"Y-You should probably cum outside. Teaching you doesn't require-"

His dick erupted.

The feeling was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His cock spasmed inside of her, shooting his cum deep into her pussy, coating her walls. It kept coming – three months of pent-up frustration expelled in a moment.

"You're cumming inside of me…" Juniper moaned. "I said not to..."

"Mooom," he croaked, twitching atop her.

Juniper let out a quiet little sigh. "You silly boy. Do you feel better now?"

He did. God, he did. His dick was still hard, but he knew he had no semen left, even if it continued to twitch in her, trying to expel more. Her pussy was even wetter and hotter than before and it was still gripping him. His head was by his mother's neck, and without thinking he breathed against it.

"Now that you know how sex is done, you should be okay on your own. Are you ready to get off?"

Already feeling sleepy, Jaune mumbled into her neck, "I want to do this again. I want us to be able to do this all the time…"

Juniper stilled beneath him. Her face went slack for a moment.

And then, she spoke.

"Okay."

One moment.

One moment of weakness combined with his fucking hormones and only a tangential understanding of how his Semblance worked, and he'd been fucked. Literally. It was supposed to be one time; a single moment where he'd give in and then never again.

Coming downstairs, he found his sisters already gone but his mother at the table. She was naked but for an apron tied around her waist, hanging open at the top. "Oh Jaune, you're down," she said. "Come on, come on. I made your favourite~"

Pancakes.

Not on a plate, but atop Juniper's tits. She had even drizzled chocolate sauce on them, and it was making a mess down her cleavage and on the floor.

"M-Mom…"

"Come sit down. Sit down."

A stronger man would have said no. Would have resisted. Run. He was not a strong man. His eyes were locked on her nipples, now coated with chocolate, as she sat him down and then knelt to pull his school trousers down.

"Mom, we shouldn't. I-"

"Hush now." Juniper aligned herself and sat, straddling him. Jaune's world became her hot sex once more as it engulfed his raging boner and clamped down. "It's a long day at school and we don't want you having another problem now, do we?"

"Hngh. M-Mom…"

Slowly, she began to move her hips, fucking him. As she did, she held her hands under her breasts and pushed them up, pushing the chocolate nipples to his lips. "It's time for breakfast, sweetie. Say ahhh."

"Ahhhh!" he groaned, and then went quiet as his mouth was filled. Instinctively, he began to suckle on the teats he had as a child. Things were different now. Very different.

"Good boy," Juniper said, smiling down on him. She hooked her hands behind his back and the chair itself, squashing her boobs into his face while her hips rocked back and forth. "Make sure not to make a mess; I've just cleaned the floor."

"Mph!"

"I'll need you to shoot it all inside."

What else could he do? Jaune's orgasm was screamed into her breasts. His cum shot into her, filling her. Juniper milked him, clenching and unclenching as she hooked her thighs behind his back and laid all her weight into him. All the while, she stroked his hair.

"That's it. Let it all out. Let mommy take care of your problems. And if you have any trouble at school, don't be afraid to come home and fuck me. Or if you ring me up, I'll come and let you make love to me in the school toilets."

It was all he could do to groan in guilty pleasure.

He was fucked. Literally and otherwise. For while his Semblance did wear off if someone swallowed his seed, he hadn't thought to try it the other way – too afraid of being caught. His mother had ended up his unwilling experiment.

The results?

Permanent.