Concerning magic pens

Having just discovered a tool of truly unimaginable potential Jack was a bit overwhelmed. He knew that he could not just use it on a whim. "Moms, I will wait for you in the kitchen." They both looked at him in surprise, but didn't question his sudden change of mood. "Okay, dear. We'll be there in a moment." They both smiled at him and went back to their roses.

Alone in the kitchen, Jack took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to embark on a journey of sorts, one that would change not only his life, but the lives of everyone around him. He sat down at the kitchen table, placed the pen and the draw book in front of him, and began to think.

"What do I know about pens that are capable of transferring ownership over objects to whoever writes their name on it? If only there was an online resource that studied this topic extensively..." He said, but quickly abandoned the empty line of though. It just would have being too easy. "But does it just transfer ownership? Or is there something else?"

He took the pen and began to experiment. He wrote his name on a piece of paper, then on the kitchen fridge. Nothing happened, he felt nothing, there his a name on this objects - but he knew it is a hoax. He tried writing his mother's name on the list of chores that was assigned to him. "Lara or Kira?" he blushed remembering the time they cleaned the living room floor from a failed painting experiment - their shirts and pants got all wet and transparent. "Let it be Lara, mom never washes dishes, only after the barbecue."

Jack's experiments continued. He took the draw book and wrote Kira's name on one page, his name on the other. He did the same on some other pages and ripped them from the book. "What happens when I remove the name thought?" He looked at the fridge and tried to remove the writing from it... Maybe I need to use some kind of solvent, he tried and failed. Maybe just try to chip the writing with the metal, he grabbed a knife and began to scratch the metal, revealing the inc lines under the scratches.

Just as he got really passionate with the knife, "Jack? What did the fridge done to you?!" exclaimed Lara, entering the kitchen. Jack froze, the knife still in his hand, and the writing on the fridge visible under his fingers. "I was just-" he stammered. "Your mom and I have not raised you like this," interrupted Kira, walking up to him and taking the knife away from him. "What are you thinking, Jack? This is not how you treat our..." she looked at the fridge, her expression confused, "home. Sorry, I thought that this was our fridge, but it is yours. I mean, still not good reason for vandalism!"

"Sorry mom..." Jack blushed realizing the awkwardness of position he put himself in. "But, is there something else on the fridge that might be weird?"

"No, dear, I don't see anything else," Lara replied, looking around the fridge. Then she gasped. "Wait, is this my chore list? Dust the attic, water the plants, take the trash out from your room." She looked at Jack in shock. "Does this mean you were doing my chores all this time?"

Lara's eyes widened as she realized the implication. "Oh my goodness! Jack, you must have been so busy taking care of all these things for us! I had no idea!" She went over to give him a hug. It is being too long since they shared a hug, Jack thought. He enjoyed it, feeling her soft and curvy body pressing against him. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and he put his around her waist, enjoying the feeling of her breasts against his chest. It felt so good to be close to her again. "Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much. I don't know what to say."

As they held each other, Jack's mind suddenly realized - holy shit, I am a god now. "Mom, do not worry about it. It was my pleasure to help you. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to do something."

With that he left the kitchen and went straight to his mom's bedroom. There, on a night stand was his destination - a daily routine schedule of the lovely pair of lesbians who were kind enough to raise him.