Heading upstairs

"Mom?" Dustin called out as he reached the second story, not hearing any sounds coming from his bedroom or bathroom. She must have moved onto her own bathroom, he thought to himself as he moved down the hall. He paused at her bedroom door, he hadn’t entered it without her permission since he was ten and had been caught going through her bedside table.

He looked down at the app on the phone in his hand and took a deep breath, laying a hand on the doorknob. If she was cleaning her bathroom and didn’t respond to his uninvited entry then… then the possibilities were endless.

Turning the knob, Dustin pushed open the door and entered her bedroom, glancing quickly around the room. It showed his mother’s classical but stylish tastes, varnished wood and light trims with a series of tasteful modern art prints along one wall. Through the open door of her bathroom he saw her bent over the tub, wiping a cloth over the taps. She glanced up as she heard him enter, and smiled in greeting.

"I'm just about done, Master," Jessica assured him as she straightened and stretched, her t-shirt stretching tight across her ample breasts and rising to expose her midriff. “Vitalia just went over it yesterday, so there wasn’t much to do.”

"That's good, Mom," Dustin replied absently, his attention split between the hypnotic way her breasts pressed against the thin clinging fabric of her t-shirt and his phone, his thumb quickly scrolling through the list of commands, trying to select the next one. If he was right, his increasing experience and influence should mean that she was more obedient now. Enough for this though?

One way to find out. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Mom, you can stop, there’s something else I want you to do for me.”

“Oh?” She stood, cocking her head curiously. “What is it?”

Dustin took a long slow breath as he pressed the command.