Puppet Master Portal Redux

I didn't know there was any sort of problem. Mom acted a little more concerned for me than usual, but she's always been the type to hover. Single mothers are like that, they over protect, they cling, they have to love their son enough for two parents. Mom had my auntie over to have drinks and gossip; they do it every Friday night. I know it's a little fucked up, but I sometimes like to watch them through the rails of the stairway and pretend that I am inside my Mom fucking my aunt. It's okay to have fetishes, I read all about them online, everyone has a fetish but we don't talk about them. It's taboo. It's secret. It's totally mine, special. My mom's mood was off, she was quiet, she was contemplative, and Aunt Lyra noticed the difference in her. My mom started to confess, "It’s my son," I leaned in, interested in every word, "he's been acting strange." She went on to explain how I've had a fascination with her dirty panties. I held my breath. How could she have known, maybe I have been too careless lately in covering my steps. My mom explained that she had to send me to a boarding school for the gifted, "it's the best thing for both of us right now." Aunt Lyra tried to explain that I am an intelligent boy, and that all intelligent boys are a little eccentric. Mom didn't want to hear it; she had made up her mind when she saw my science experiments in my room. The air escaped from my lungs, I wanted to push out the embarrassing ache. I don't know what else to do than to try my experiment earlier than planned. I need to be able to take control over her whenever I want to. I swear to you, I didn't have any perverted intentions; I just wanted to save myself from being shipped off to another country, away from my family, my friends, and my freedom. I was desperate. Watch the story unfold.