Go home, try something simple on mom

You might as well play it safe - small things, and on somebody who'll just laugh it off. You needed to head home anyway, so you decided on your mother, Alice. Your father had just vanished five years ago, leaving us to fend for ourselves - and doing quite well at that. Still, being the only man in a house of women (your mother and two sisters) left you quite...frustrated at times.

Especially when they were all so hot.

You shook my head and opened the door to my house, spotting your mother in the kitchen. A tall woman, with brown hair and blue eyes, she was very pleasing to look at despite being a mother of three and almost forty years old. She was wearing a cream sweater that tugged at her still-pert 36DD breasts like they wanted to burst out, and a denim knee-length skirt that seemed to be too small for her with the way it clung to the curves of her legs and ass. You shook your head and pointed the remote at her, pressing 'scan' - yep, it worked alright. Now for the interesting part - if your mother was making dinner, that meant she'd never in a million years let you have a packet of crisps right now. Hesitantly, you pressed 'control on'.

The screen flashed - 'control online, hit control off to reset to prior tasks and mentality. Current subjects - Alice Doe' - and your mother's back stiffened, before she turns to you.

"Oh, hello John" She smiles. "What's up?"

"I was just wondering...can I have a packet of crisps?" You ask cautiously. She smiles again.

"Of course!"

Huh. Okay, it could just be luck of the draw. Time to step it up a little. "Mom, could you stand on your tip-toes and arch your back please?"

"Sure!" She said brightly, doing so - and pushing her breasts forward as she did. Swallowing, you felt blood rushing to my face and...other places. That was...not a normal request. Time for the big one.

"Mom, could you take off your sweater and shirt?"

My mother smiled and pulled off her sweater and shirt in one yank, leaving her in a plain beige bra and still on her tip-toes until you told her not to be. Well, that was for sure.
If you were controlling someone, they'd do anything you said - and with enthusiasm. The question now, was what to do?