Directly, entering her(your) room

I walked to the door, gave a quick knock and open it, my mother was on her bed while looking at her phone she smiled and greeted me. "Hey honey, need something?"

“Hey mom can I show you something, I just need to write something on your arm.” I wait for her response with bated breath.

“Uh I suppose.” My mother’s trust exploited I take the sharpie and quickly write my name, and with the last stroke I can’t help but think of what could go wrong. Before I can worry too much Sarah gasps and freezes with her chest stopping.

At first I wonder if she is in shock and thus not saying anything but that can’t be it. Then I half panic and realize the issue, “You can breathe mom.” As her chest moves again I sigh, “You can do everything you want as if I didn’t own you provided it doesn’t contradict another of my commands. Speaking of, don’t erase my name on you and make sure it stays undisturbed.”

“Oh my God, honey! I didn’t know I’m so sorry, I should have known I was yours. And thank you for clarifying dear, that is caring of you, goodness knows you don’t need to be so kind to your property.”

Relief filled me like cold water to my stomach refreshes. “Of course mom, I care more for you than…anyone, or anything.”

In response I get a grin that makes my world melt. Her smile is so sweet, kind, and just utterly perfect. Call me a mama’s boy but even if I didn’t have sick and fucked up desires I’d treasure this woman like no other. I can’t for the life of me think of a flaw within her that she can reasonably help. I mean sure, she isn’t some model but she is beautiful, has a wonderful personality, she’s competent.

As bad as it makes me feel I can’t help but think of my father’s **** last year as a blessing for myself. With him dead I could lust after her without feeling like I was making her cheat, because despite my fetishes I found the idea of cheating abhorrent.

It is simple really, if I was cheated on I’d hate it. The thought makes me shake with rage so the idea of doing that to someone, even if in my fantasies was a huge turn off.

As terrible as it made my mother feel when he died, she has recovered, and the two of us grew closer together as a result. Every hug and kiss on the cheek was heaven. Maybe I’m being hyperbolic but I can’t truly state how much she means to me, and this is a chance. Maybe it is selfish, maybe it is fucked, but I can’t imagine another way for her to be together with me willingly than to **** my new found ability.

“That is so sweet of you to say honey, I love you too.” My heart skips a beat even if she doesn’t mean that romantically or sexually, not yet at least.

The question I have now, is what do next, now that she believes herself to be mine?