A political test.

You stare at the screen for a few minutes that feel like hours, trying to think of something to test whether your mom really would follow any order you give her. You don't want to tell her to do anything that would harm her, or cause her serious trouble, just in case she actually does it. You also don't like the idea of having her do something gross. You'd rather leave sexual stuff off the table too, since she might do it, and the way she's been talking about being attracted to you, it also wouldn't be a very good test of whether she has to follow orders anyway. Fuck, why are you even thinking about asking your mom to do something sexual? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Then it occurs to you, your mom has been getting really worked up about local politics lately. She's been going to meetings of people organizing to vote out a current town council member. She's always talking about how the guy is self-serving, regressive, misogynistic, and corrupt. Apparently she had met him in person a few years ago through her work and hated him personally as well, before he ever ran for office. She truly believed this guy was a terrible person, and she'd never do anything to support him.

You look up the politician's campaign website and found the donation page. You feel kind of bad about doing anything to support the asshole, but it will make a perfect test. You call out. "Mom...? Would you come here please."

A few moments later, your mother steps into your room. Her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and her eyes a bit red from crying. You feel bad for her, but you have to know. "Please get your credit card, come back here and make a $50 donation to Jim Green for Town Council."

Your mother looks surprised, then confused. "Why...?" she chokes out. "Why do you want me to do that?" she asks, starting to back out of your room. "He's a fucking turd." She wipes a tear out of her eye. "Are you punishing me... because of what I did? What I said?" she calls back to you from the hallway, as she heads to her room. "I wouldn't spit on him if he was on fire," she growls. She walks back into your room with her credit card in hand. She sits down at your desk, shaking her head. "I really want to stress that this is not the kind of person I think you should be supporting, honey." She said in a disapproving tone, but she types in her credit card number. "I do believe that you should make your own decisions about who you support, though. So I'll do this, to show you I don't want you to be politically apathetic. It's every citizen's responsibility to be engaged with the political process. I want to encourage that in you." She clicked the 'Donate' button, and made the payment.

That's enough for you; you're completely convinced. You don't for a second believe her about doing it to encourage you to be politically active. That was just a rationalization she made. A shudder runs through your body as you realize you have tremendous power over your mother. But you aren't sure what to do about it.

Before you have much of a chance to think about it, your mom gets up from your desk chair and steps close to you. "I don't care if you have your own political views, Dave. I still love you, no matter what. I just want you to be happy. That's all I want." Her finger tips trace along your temple and back through your hair.

"I've been thinking. Who's business is it besides ours?" She says, her voice barely more than a breath. "I can make you feel good. I'd do anything you want me to. No one else would ever have to know." She leaned against you, her hands on your chest. Her eyes glistened with the remnants of tears as she looked up into your face. "I know you have trouble talking to girls your age, but you wish you had a girlfriend. A young man needs companionship..." she paused and her face flushed a bit pinker, "and release." She licked her lips.

One of her hands moves to take hold of yours, squeezing firmly. "I can... teach you things. So when girls your age finally come to their senses and see how wonderful you are, you'll be confident with them... know how to touch them, how to... get them to respond to you." Her chest rises and falls heavily, her tone of voice is almost pleading. She moves your hand and places it on her chest, between her ample breasts. You can feel her heart pounding.