"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."