Explain

"I learned it from you, Candi Dearest," I said. "I learned it from watching you!"

"Bullshit!" Candi spat. "I would never..."

"Oh, but you did, Candi! You created the monster I seem to be becoming. You treated me like shit and then punished me whenever I acted less than grateful for the privilege. You made me thank you for every thrift-store shirt when your REAL kids got designer labels. You made me thank you for buying my bus pass when you had just bought Samantha a new car. You expected me to act grateful for doing the bare minimum required by law, not giving me any sort of maternal affection in my crucial growing-up years, and now here I am, 18 years old with deeply-fucked-up sexual urges and no ability to have a normal relationship with women. And now I turns out I have these fantastic powers and I'm no longer a minor and I could go out into the world and be some sort of fucking superhero or something but all I want to do if use my power to fuck with your head as much as you've fucked with mine! Hell, not only should you THANK me for letting you suck my dick, you should apologize for raising me to be the kind of guy who would make you suck my dick in the first place!"

I had started out teasing her but somewhere in the middle of my rant I realized just how angry I was at how she had treated me for the past 14 years and it just sort of spilled out. I stood before her, breathing hard. And then I realized that wasn't the only thing that was hard.

"Oh my, Candi!" I exclaimed, drawing her attention to my expanded man meat. "Look what I have for you!"

"Oh god no!" she exclaimed. "Not again! Not again! You're crazy! You're fucking crazy!"

"Maybe so," I conceded. "But I'm definitely horny! The only question is, where do you want it?"

Mrs. Sorensen sniffed and stiffed her back, her pride and anger once again getting the better of her.

"I want it out of my house along with the rest of you!" she spat, pointing towards the front door.

I grinned. She blanched.

"No, not that, I...I didn't mean..." she stammered.

But it was too late. I already had her marching naked toward the front lawn. I grabbed a bottle of olive oil and followed her, admiring the sway of her ass and the increasingly desperate pleas to let her stay inside or at least put on some clothes.