Commence Test - Phase 1

"Are you sure about this, Sam? You can change the list. It's in your hand right now."

"Mom, you're stalling." I had to do my best not to break out in a fit of laughter. She was correct; I had the whiteboard in my grasp and could have erased what was written down.

But why the fuck would I do that when testing is in order? After all, I am a man of science at heart.

We had both moved to the living room. I reclined on the cushioned couch, while my dear mother was kneeling on the floor between my legs. Her position reminded me of times back when she had taught me how to tie my shoes.

Except then, she was doing her motherly duties. And now... Well, she's still doing her duties. So I guess not much had changed.

Except, my outlook had greatly differed from then. Before, I saw my mother as the end-all-be-all leader of the house. Now I see her more as a test subject to explore my newfound power.

Mom was still hesitating. Maybe it had to do with the fact that my erect member was inches away from her face. Her nose flared at intervals as she could definitely smell my meat.

Oh yeah.

Guess I should mention I had removed my pants and boxers. Yes, this little man is bare and fucking proud.

My cock was fully prepared for her. And the view from above her gave me a nice look towards her cleavage. So that definitely helped keep the blood train pumping.

"Mom? Why aren't you doing your chore? Is this how you want me to act?" I pushed her through my words. My voice came off as somewhat innocent giving the situation, which helped Mom ignore the indecency of the matter and focus on being a proper role model for her growing children.

"No Sam," Mom flicked her blond hair behind her head and shifted her face closer to my shaft. The warm feeling of her breath tickling my crotch sent tingles through me. "When you have a task at hand, I want you to jump right to it, okay? I don't approve of delaying what could be done immediately."

"I dunno Mom... You were hesita~ Ahhmmm..." Fuck. I didn't expect her hand to so suddenly latch onto my erect dick.

Her slim fingers wrapped around her son's cock. As she looked at my shaft, there was still some hesitance. But she took a deep breath, resolving something in her, and took the dive.

''Give Sam's crotch a tongue bath whenever requested.''

Is what I wrote. And she did her job; she did a dam good job.

Mom's tongue trailed from the tip of my meat to the base of her son's sack. Then she gave my balls multiple wet-filled pecks before adding to the sensation with her moistened tongue coating my sack with her saliva.

Her actions her soft, she didn't make any effort in applying too much pressure. Mom acted as though she were worshiping a glass child. Except that in this case, the glass was hair, and the child was her child's nuts.

My below regions was warm with my mother's face keeping the heat intense. It wasn't a jungle down there, far from it.

But I also hadn't shaved in a fair bit. So I could see Mom had to blink away multiple stay strands of pubic hair that got too close to her eyes.

I closed my eyes. I had been doing enough looking... Now is the time to just sit back and enjoy my testing—the warm hand holding up my shaft, the wet mouth that was worshiping my never region; they both brought me pleasure that I had never experienced before.

And the knowledge that the person who was providing me with these sexual forms of satisfaction was no other than the woman who gave birth to me... It was so fucking hot.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this. I had found a strange power... I should use it for better causes; I should tell Mom about this not **** it on her. She's the one person who will always care about me regardless of any shit that happens. Even when she's pissed off, it's only momentary, and when it comes down to it, she'd never stop loving me.

But fuck that. I'm not telling anyone a goddam thing.

Besides I'm still testing, so maybe I'll share this knowledge later once I know the specifics of~

"Now Sam,"

"Hmm?" I blinked and then frowned. Just now realizing that her tongue was not doing what it was created to do.

Holy fuck, did that thought just cross my mind. Jesus~ Okay, maybe I should stop testing on her...

And...

Mom's face scrunched up, and she pulled a long strand of pubic hair out from between her teeth. It took a bit of effort, and she snapped the piece of hair, leaving a small portion of it still in her mouth.

My cock twitched.

What was I saying?

"It is my job to lick your... Crotch when you ask of me..."

"Yeah I know," I grinned. "I wrote it down."

"Yes..." She frowned, "But that doesn't mean you should ask that of me in the first place. I am very disappointed in you, and don't expect you to request your own mother to do that again, do you understand?"

Duh~ Eh~ Uh~

What? I stared at her, dumbfounded. So no, she is aware I own the chore list. And that every chore written on it was made from my own volition. But that's not what pissed her. Apparently, from her logic, I can write down the most bullshit chores, and it's all fine because I own the list.

She may be disappointed that her son would write certain things down, but really it's only her fault for not raising me better, I guess, is what she's thinking.

No, what really grinds her gears was the fact that I made her go through with her chore in the first place. When I could have simply not asked her to do it, and she wouldn't then be **** to worship my balls.

"But it's your chore Mom."

*Sigh* "Yes Samuel, it is. But you are the one who decides if I ever need to do that specific chore."

"So what's the problem?"

"The problem is, you should NEVER ask your own mother to do what you just did. I know I raised you better than that. So if you have me to do it again, I'll go through with it. But I want you to know you're going to be grounded after that."

"Please, you can't ground a guy who's eighteen."

"But I can kick a guy who's eighteen out of my house."

Shit.

Well, I wonder if she can still say this is her house if I write my name on the wall or something. Or would that end with me just own that specific wall?

Also, if I did own the house, would I then have to go about paying for that shit? I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with that sort of responsibility.

"Okay Bitch, fine. How about I do this?" I pulled up the chore list from my side and gave myself another thing to do.

"You're giving yourself another chore? That's good honey." Mom smiled at me, and completely ignored my insult as I was just doing what was assigned of me.

She kept that smile, even as I finished writing. I tilted the list up so she could see what I had written down. Two more chores.

''Insult Mom often in different derogatory manners.''

And

''Tell mother to tongue bathe Sam's balls as much as he wants.''

"Hmm.. Those are odd chores," She noted quietly but accepted them none the less. "Well I expect you to follow them. Any procrastination will **** me to be strict with you, and I don't want to do that sweety."

"Pffff... Hahaha! Okay Mom, I'll make sure to be on it." This was hilarious, no~ Amazing! Amazingly hilarious! Mom went on a complete 180°, having just been cross with me over the act of asking her to do something so morally wrong. And now, she had read the ''chores'' I gave myself. One bing that she can't be pissed off at me if I ask her to - suck my balls - more or less.

Even seeing that loophole I made for myself, she is encouraging me to do my chores.

"Well, you're already off on a bad start." Mom sighed and rose to her feet.

"You didn't insult me, Samuel."

"Ah!" I almost coughed due to the sheer stupidity of the situation. "I'm sorry... Fucking whore... Now get back on your knees and tongue bathe my balls like the slut you are." It felt wrong in every way talk this way to her. This is the same woman that gave me shit for having my sister's panties hidden under my bed. It took her a whole month to get over it.

Hell, Nichole got over it faster than Mom did. She just saw her brother as the usual pervert and moved on. But Mom had me grounded for weeks.

And here we are now... How the times have fucking changed.

Mom smiled at me, "That's good dear. Keep it up." She moved to her knees and got back in the position she had just been in moments prior.

Fucking hell...

Just then the front door opened with a~

*Click*

"What the fuck!?"

"Hmmm? Oh, Nichole! Welcome home."

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Nichole had gone through a mostly uneventful day.

The regular shit of~ Wake up, pass out. Wake up again, hit the snooze button. Fall asleep, wake up. Say~ "Fuck." Roll out of bed, drop on the floor. Almost fall asleep. Get up, use the toilet, take a shower (Not the other way around because anyone who does that is a sub-grade human being.) Brush her teeth, do her hair. Find the first piece of acceptable clothing that would also look cute on her and...

Yeah...

The basic shit, she has a fucking routine and as generic as it has become; by god is she gonna stick to it. Something is comforting in the knowledge of knowing what is and should happen, especially when living in a world where literally anything is seemingly possible.

One day they're a man with a keen eye for accuracy and love for boomerangs holding up a bank. While the next, a rift through fucking space opens up over the Pacific Ocean, bridging an army of flying beetles into the United States.

She isn't entirely sure about the specifics of that last one, like~ Fuck no does she have time to pay attention to the news. But the gist of the explanation was made.

Sometimes living through a normal day is just what the doctor needed. And Nichole's afternoon was supposed to bridge to even greater avenues. She had plans to meet up with her girlfriends after school and chill out at the Central City mall. There was this one underappreciated food truck that serves the BEST pastries around. And they use natural ingredients, so the two ladies that run it are top-notch.

Nichole dressed for a nice summer day that she could spend with her girls. She picked out a shoulderless golden crop top that matched her smooth golden locks. It wrapped around her modestly sizable chest, and ended just above her jean denim shorts that reached to her upper thigh.. The separation between her top and shorts left a small enough gap to display a part of her slim stomach and belly button.

One could say she dressed for attention. And that wasn't too far from the truth. Feeling the eyes of people around her did help to provide her with an ample supply of self-esteem boosting points.

But it was mainly because of the sheering outdoor heat. It was ridiculous! She had at least sixty percent of her skin out to the wind, and the urge to remove move clothing was still prevalent. That or get inside a fucking building with some reliable A.C.

At least the cloudless sky, and the ever scorching sun would help her work on the tan she had been building up for herself. Her efforts have been making a difference, as her naturally white skin had been gradually shifting to one with a more golden hue.

So, when shit comes to fuck. There are more positives at play than negatives from the sun. It gives a valid excuse to dress as she wants without being seen as an attention-seeking slutty blond.

She's not the only one benefiting. People get to look; she get to tan while also letting the pure morning air message her glowing skin.

It's a win-win.

As long as no one gets the idea to get all handsy, Nichole tries to be that chill girl of the group.

Of course, there have been the occasional instances where a guy believes he's good enough or entitled to certain ''things.'' But luckily, most people know of the ''look, don't get your hands near my personal space,'' rule.

It's surprising how many perverts have some air of self-respect for themselves. Good on them.

Even her brother, who she knows as a complete perv at heart, hasn't made any real moves that would piss her off—long term sense. Obviously, they've had their spats and usually try to get on each other's nerves more than not.

But she would have to say with full certainty that she and Sam are on good terms. He could~ No, is a partial creep at times...

A good amount of times~

But he's her brother, what's she gonna do? She couldn't just replace him. She wouldn't replace him even if the opportunity presented itself.

Her family's pain in her ass, every other hour, but just as she enjoys the boring normal that her life can be at times. She loves her people for just being their averages selves.

No matter what happens, she can always come back home and insult her brother, get chided to by her mother, and lock herself away in her bedroom with a phone in hand to be anti-social towards anyone but her non-blood related friends.

It was the shit she has grown accustomed to.

And that, that! Dear reader... Is why Nichole was so completely and utterly shocked to see her two family members in their current positions.

That was NOT normal.

Basically, that was all an over-detailed way to explain why Nichole was horrified to see her mother dragging her tongue against her brother's balls.