By taking away his rights to mom

For the rest of the afternoon, you passed the time playing games on your computer and listening to music. The anticipation was killing you and it felt like time was going by slowly. Meanwhile, your mom kept herself occupied with and your sister did whatever she does in her room. Then you heard it, the sound of the garage opening as your father arrived.

Quickly you went downstairs. Never have you been this excited to see your dad. Your mother had moved to the kitchen as was prepping dinner, so you grabbed an apple and took a seat at the dining table to get the best view.

Your father was a tall broad man, a mixture of both fat and muscle that resulted in a pretty intimidating figure. As he walked down the hallway into the kitchen, you just hoped he wasn’t going to get physically angry.

He didn’t even acknowledge your presence as he walked on in. Instead, he made a beeline for your mother, coming up behind her and giving her a kiss. “Hello gorgeous, I’m back from another stressful day of work. I think after dinner we should go to bed early, do something that might make me a little more relaxed.” As he said those last few words, he gave your mother a groping on the ass.

The sight was making you angrier as your primal side kept telling you that he shouldn’t be doing that to your property, but you knew you’d have to take it slow to get the best satisfaction.

That’s when your mother started to speak, “Oh honey, that sounds like a great idea, but I think you should really ask our son permission before you can touch me.” She started to wiggle a bit out of your father’s grasp as he looked dumbfounded.

From dumbfounded to angry he semi yelled, “What the hell do you mean to ask my son for permission!”

“Look at her arm dad,” I said. Seeming to have forgotten I was there he looked shocked to see me sitting where I was. “Just look at her arm you’ll know.”

Your mother raised her arm in response, for your father to see and just one glimpse of your writing was enough. He stared at the arm long and hard before looking at you, then you mom, and then back at you.

“I…I… When did this happen? When did you become the owner of your mom?” His voice sounded confused as he asked you, but those eyes also showed frustration.

“Own what?” You heard your sister say. She had just walked into the kitchen mid-conversation. She too ended up seeing the writing on mom’s arm. “Wah? Erik when the hell did mom become yours? Even now you’ve managed to become weirder than I thought.

“I became the owner of her just this morning.” You told them. Then, turning your attention to your dad you continued, “And in regards to mom’s earlier statement, dad, I don’t believe you should lay your hands on mom anymore.”

You could see your dad’s fist tightening up. “But she’s my wife, are you telling me that I can’t touch or kiss my own wife?!”

“No, I’m saying you can’t touch or kiss MY property. Frankly, it’s pretty gross. How’d you feel if I went about caressing and kissing your car.” It was taking a lot of will power not to burst out laughing right then.

His anger seemed to dissipate in an instance and your father let out a defeated sigh. “Okay, son.”

The moment of him accepting defeat was already so satisfying, but you weren’t going to stop there.

It wasn’t too much longer until mom had made dinner laid out on the table for all of us. Now usually the seating arrangement was with dad and mom sitting on one side of the table, while you and Ashley sat on the other, but you decided to shake it up a bit.

“Mom, why don’t you sit next to me.” You told her.

“Of course, honey.” With a smile, she took a seat beside you. The look of frustration on your dad’s face was perfect. Ashley on the other hand, looked uncomfortable as she sat down next to dad, putting a little extra space between the two of them.

The atmosphere was tense as you all ate in complete silence. You had tried pushing your father bit by bit, giving you mother little orders like having her hand feed you, having her wipe your face, having her go refill your drink. Each exercise of power hammered reality deeper into your dad.

When you all finished eating, your sister ha bolted off as fast as she could, no longer able to take the tense atmosphere. Mom had taken everyone’s dishes and was in the middle of washing them, leaving you and dad sitting at the table.

“Son, would it be okay with you if I took your mom to bed with me a bit earlier today.” Every word looked like it was a struggle to say.

“You want to go to sleep early?” You asked with fake confusion. “Why does mom have to go with you for that?”

Your dad gave an exasperated sigh before clarifying. “I mean, would you mind if I went upstairs with your mom right now to have sex with her.”

You made it look like you were really thinking about it for a long minute before replying, “yes, I would mind. I don't want you laying a hand on her for any reason.”

Getting out of your seat you came up behind my mom, now finished with cleaning, and took her hand. “Why don’t we have a movie night mom? I feel like spending some more time with you.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun Erik.” She replied. The two of leaving your dad in the kitchen, head down on the table in despair.