"Jason, come down here this instant!" I groaned as I got up and headed down the stairs to see my mom standing there with her arms crossed and her tapping her foot impatiently. I wouldn't say that she's hot, no one ever talks about her, other than complaining about her attitude. Her onyx black hair was in a tight bun, with her electric blue streak barely visible from the front, her office attire looked like it was custom made to fit her, and her piercing gray eyes stared at me. When I got down to the last steps, she said as she unfolded her arms, "I thought I told you that you had a list of stuff to do before I got home."

I leaned slightly on the wall and said, "Yeah I already did them." This was the same thing every day. I just got out of high school and became an adult on the same day. Now mom's bossing me around like one of her underpaid subordinates, she was a little better when I was a child, and even better when my father was around, but that's all in the past, and she's now well disliked.

She grinned evilly and said, "Then care to explain what this is?" She pulled out a crumpled-up note and unfurled it to show me that there was one on the back of the paper. I snatched it out of her hands and read it. The writing went with the lines from being crumpled up and it was like it was unfurled and crumpled up again, all it said was make dinner.

That bitch, she just barely wrote that so that she didn't have to cook at all tonight, I would hit her, but I was already on thin ice. I didn't know what happened next, I just was so mad at her and said, "To hell with dinner, you just wrote that, didn't you!?"

Her grin vanished and she was about to scold me, but said, "Yes, I didn't want to cook tonight." The utter shock came over both our faces, not in a million years would she admit to that. She added, "I mean, since you don't do anything around the house, I wrote that earlier so that you could learn how to cook. I would still be there to-"

I just said, "Stop talking, no use trying to get yourself out of this hole, just go into the kitchen and start cooking." Her jaw snapped shut and with a look of horror, her body started to move towards the kitchen. I peeked my head in to see that she was getting stuff ready to start dinner. I was shocked at what I just saw, but couldn't believe it, mind control doesn't exist. I walked up to her to see that she was pretty freaked out about this whole thing. I licked my lips and said, "You can talk again, but only to answer my questions truthfully. Are you doing this on purpose?"

She gasped and yelled, "Of fucking course, I'm not going this on purpose, my body is moving on its own. You better find a way to fix this, you ungrateful waste of space."

I tuned her out and looked over her body, even though no one loved her and wanted to be with her due to her personality, she does have an amazing body, and she might not be able to do anything about me looking at her. I decided on how to break her attitude if she was telling the truth, "Okay, slave, I want you to talk nicer to everyone and to get me when dinner's done, and no calling for help." I could hear her cursing as I headed up the stairs, a smile crawled across my face as I enter my room to take a small nap.

I woke up to mom shaking the shit out of me, and saying when I opened my eyes, "Dinner's done, come downstairs to eat." I could tell that she was fighting herself with every fiber. I just hoped that she didn't poison it or put any drugs in it.

As we headed down the stairs, I decided to do something very risky, but if it succeeds, I'll be set, "Mother, I want you to strip entirely and your voice won't raise to attract attention."

Mom started to try to yell at me for being a pervert, and I should be ashamed of myself, but here she was, unbuttoning her blouse and letting her tits free from their confinement. I was entranced in her luscious skin as she said, "Okay I'm now naked, are you done?"

I looked over her body and fuck, the years have done nothing to her. Her tits were pendulous and were already perky, and she had the right amount of chub to her. I couldn't help but trace my finger across her stomach. She flinched and said, "Who told you that you can touch me? Stop it and be done already."

I stopped my finger right in the middle of her back and said, "You're the one that gave me permission to touch you how I see fit, don't you remember?"

Her body quickly stiffened and I thought she was going to start being ruder, but she said, "That's right, just quickly get your fill, I have a lot to do and this will be the last time ever." I was shocked that she thinks it was her idea to have me touch her, but I wasn't complaining as I reached around and grabbed her breasts with both hands. She let out a small squeak, which would be cute if it was coming from a younger female, not someone in their late 40s. She just kept her lips shut and could be heard saying to herself, "Just bear it a bit longer."

I just had even evil idea to try out and no time like the present, so I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Doesn't this feel amazing to your overly sensitive breast" It was as if someone went and hit her with a taser, she let out a deep moan as her legs gave out, dropping her to her hands and knees. I was thrown onto her back and if it wasn't for my pants, I would've been hilt deep into her pussy and this scenario would be more different.

As I continue to knead her breast, she was trying so hard not to fall to her ground and succumb to the pleasure. I noticed her mouth was moving like she was trying to form words, so I leaned down to her what she has to say through pants, "Please stop, you're going to drive me insane with you keep doing it."

I stopped for a few moments and asked, "Now why should I stop, it seems like you are enjoying it as well you were the one that told me to play with you however I wanted."

She shivered and let out a loud moan as her body stank closer to the ground. I couldn't help but giggle that my snotty mother is now moaning like crazy from me playing with her breasts. I started to slow down and my mom pleaded as she weakly grabbed my hand, "Please, don't stop, it feels so good."

I flattened myself against her back and whispered into her ear, "You can't tell me what to do anymore. Now I want you to put your ass in the air." To her dismay, I let go of her breast as she lowered her upper half onto the ground. I rubbed my hands together to warm up and swung right at her tantalizing ass. A loud crack came from it while being followed by a yelp in pain. I watched her skin jiggle as I clutched my hand in pain. Once it was still, there was a bright red handprint right across her cheek. I massaged it before slapping it again, but this time, not as hard. Her yelps have started to become closely resembling a moan for being humiliated.

After slapping her ass on both cheeks until they were red, I curled my fingers through her hair and picked up her head. I know that I could've just told her to look at me, but where the fun in that. She was panting like a bitch in heat and her eyes were slightly unfocused. I snapped right in front of her face to see her eyes sharpen back up and said, "Let's go eat, I'm starving." It was funny to watch her stumble about and I already knew that it was going to hurt to sit down.

After dinner, which consists of mac and cheese, mom quickly got up and said as she took her bowl to the sink, "I'm going to go take a bath, then head to bed. I have work in the morning, and since you have no future, try to fix your mess." I could tell that she was still under the command to be nicer to people, but words hurt. I walked up behind her and grabbed her ass. She flinched and added as she looked behind her, "Jason, you need to behave, I am still your mother, and I can kick you out of the house."

I just sunk my finger into her pussy and said, "You will do remember that I'm the one in charge of the house in due time, but first, let's go to my room."

She sank a bit onto my finger and said, "No, I'm the one that pays the rent, so I get a say." Her body was already moving, making her shiver as my finger slides out of her. I smiled as I wiped my finger off on my pants and followed her to my room. I was going to have so much fun with her, for her being a complete bitch to me and everyone.

After we arrive at my room, I stripped off my clothes and said, "I'm now going to fuck you, and you aren't going to complain about it, you are going to enjoy it like it's the best sex you had." Her body moved without me telling her anything. She undid her bun, her hair cascading down to her mid-back, and laid down on my bed with her legs wide open. I climbed on top of her and could see the complete hatred in her eyes. I smiled even more at the fact that those were going to go away. I added as I started to tease her pussy, "But first, you're going to beg for me to fuck you."

Her eyes still burned through me, but her mouth went and said without her consent, "Please fuck me, put your thick cock in my old pussy, let me feel young again."

Without warning her or acknowledging her, I quickly thrust into her and she howled like a banshee. Her eyes snapped closed as I had my way with her. After her howling was done, she started to moan and said, "What are you doing to me, I'm being raped by my son, but I'm wanting you to fuck me even more, to ravage my pussy. Maybe this is all a dream, and I'm asleep on the couch." I didn't say anything, let's have her think that it's a dream for now. I went faster as she screamed, "You need to stop before I break, I don't think my mind will take any more of this."

I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "That's good, cause I'm about to cum in you."

Her eyes bolted open in terror as she screamed, "No, you shouldn't." but it was too late. I buried myself into her and shot ropes of cum deep into her. As I pulled out, I could see that my cum was mixing with her juices all over my bed.

After catching my breath, I slapped her leg and commanded, "Kneel on the ground and give me a blowjob." She didn't try to argue and the fire in her eyes was dimmer like she was accepting that this was happening. I added as I sat on the side of the bed, "You are going to give it all you got like my cum is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted." That got her quickly moving, she gripped my cock and start sucking it as if her life depended upon it. I just leaned back and started reading a random book that I found.

I was halfway through the book when I felt her slow down, I looked down at her to see a tired look in her eyes, I placed the book down and said, "Are you done with draining me dry?"

She gave me a weak nod and said as I bent down in front of her, "Yes, now please let me go, I won't tell anyone and we can go back to what life was before today. I'm tired and I need to take some birth control."

I said as I lifted her chin, "Okay, you're going to pass out when I'm finished talking, but here's the truth about you from now on. You are and always have been my slave. Your goal in life is to serve each of my whims and desires. You are now a living fucktoy of a mother. Your son is your god and master. You will still work and pay the bills, but you will talk to me before buying anything else. Have a good last sleep of being in charge." She had a goofy smile on her face and her eyes showed with admiration as she fell over and passed out. I brushed the hair out of her eyes and was about to look out the window to see if anyone heard her, but I immediately remembered that the closet neighbor is about a yard away and I could just tell them that it's normal. I turned off the light and went to bed, thinking about how my life will be from now on.

I woke up to the heavenly smell of breakfast being cooked, I quickly threw some pants on and headed to the kitchen to see the aftermath of yesterday, was it a dream or did it actually happen. I stopped in the doorway to see mom cooking food in just an apron, I didn't even know she had an apron. I walked up to her and wrapped my arm around her stomach. She just and said, "Master, warn me next time, I don't want oil on both of us. Please sit down, breakfast is almost ready in a few minutes, and please remove your pants. They aren't needed anymore."

As soon as I removed my pants and sat down, mom took the apron off, brought my food over to me, and climbed under the table. I looked down at her and said, "What are you doing?"

She looked up and said, "I was about to give you a titjob, are you not satisfied?"

I shook my head, and said as I snapped a picture of the bitch that just became my fucktoy, "I was just was wondering, carry on." She lit up and started to give me a titjob as I ate breakfast. I need to make a list of females to control so that I'm set for life. Hell, why not go big and go see the president.