"Normal" stuff.

"Piss in Mum's bed.", Kevin read on his to-do list.

"Well, it seems your mum has a bit of a urine fetish. And needs your manly pee to help her calm herself at night so to speak." Mrs Jenkins calmly explained. "Perhaps a cup of tea would really help you after all." She offered.

Kevin could only nod in agreement, with the reasons for the tea being very clear. It was pretty normal that his mum would ask such a thing. It was her first time doing so though. He had to admit though, it did feel deliciously naughty and thrilling, and he was receiving tasks he enjoyed, so perhaps he should stop questioning it.

With the tea served, the conversation went to matters that sounded normal at first. Certainly normal enough to make his still exposed penis a site that seemed to fit now that he had gone more or less flaccid. Some of it was chit chat about how his job search was going, and whether he'd met any cute girls. Then the conversation turned to how productive he was being. He relayed all the "jobs" he'd done that morning, with his neighbour beaming at each one, giving Kevin a surreal feeling of accomplishment. However, the hour was nearly 1 o'clock, and he'd have to have lunch soon. Before he went however, Mrs Jenkins thought to ask "Before you go, are there any other more jobs that need you to be here?"

Kevin quickly checked there were only two other items, one was to cuck Mr Jenkins in front of him, though he couldn't do that until he got home from his golf. The other was to insert a finger into Mrs Jenkins's vagina. He explained this and Mrs Jenkins agreed with his assessment saying that her husband would likely not be back before 5. Kevin then quickly took the time to approach Mrs Jenkins then reaches under her skirt. Trying to walk closer, he tripped and fell, being the klutz he was. He reached out his hand to grab onto something. Unfortunately, that something was the left boob of Mrs Jenkins herself.

SHIT! Mike knew was going to be spending the rest of his life behind bars!

Yet to his surprise, she was actually calm about it.

"Are you OK?" she asked

"Ur yeah... um... I'm surprised you aren't yelling at me."

"Oh don't be silly, you know, I'd much rather you didn't fall over and hurt yourself."

That was odd. First she was OK with him flashing her his erect penis and now she's ok with him groping her? What is going on. Just as he was thinking this, he realized he was still holding her breast and let go quickly.

"Yeah, but doesn't it bother you that I touched your boob?"

"Oh no! Of course not. Whatever you need to hold onto to prevent you falling on your face, and if that's my boob, then so be it."

OK. Something definitely weird was going on. She didn't seem to think anything he did was abnormal at all!

"It's a feminist thing, isn't it! I-I-I tripped and groped you and so you think I did it on purpose and am using the most cliché excuse, so you're literally rubbing my face in it, isn't it? Mission accomplished: I'm very sorry. I'll never do it again. I swear!"

"What are you talking about, silly?" Mrs Jenkins laughed. "You were falling and you held onto my boob to help balance yourself. This is completely normal, isn't it?"

This turned off a switch in Mikes brain. He thought about it a bit and Eureka!

"Ha ha! I have the power of Normality, don't I? Oh thank you God! Or Whoever! Oh yeaaah!"

Before Mrs Jenkins could ask him what he was blabbering about, he lifted her t-shirt to have a good fondle of her boobs. She just stood there smiling and just let him have his way with her body. He motor boated them and even caressed her thighs. She had her back to the wall so he couldn't spank her. He followed his mothers advice on "taking initiative". But that was normal with her. Here, Mike had his full perverted control over Common Sense!

Soon, he remembered he had to complete his task. Gaining composure, he then slowly worked his way down. After he was done lowering her panties, he continued the tease by slowly circling her vagina before putting a finger in.

"I suppose your job wasn't really to get me off, but I would like to point you to the clitoris, just in case you don't know about it." Mrs Jenkins instructed, while pointing thereto, "Touching around, or even pressing gently on this button here really helps a woman feel good. As I say I'm impressed with your determination, but next time, it would be really helpful if you touched this too." She told him as if all they did was completely normal. She then redressed and continued "Anyway, you need to be headed home. I think you can tick that task off too. And remember" she said playfully "no going to the bathroom on your way out; you need to save it for your mother's bed."

He ran back home, gleaming with joy at his new-found supposed "powers".