Upstairs

Derek looked at his phone, debating his choices in his head as he glanced between the stairs and the front door, weighing his options. "Fuck it," he muttered under his breath, turning back towards the stairs. He climbed the stairs quickly, his eagerness to continue toying with his mother lending an urgency to his steps. "Mom?" He called out as he reached the second story, not hearing any sounds coming from his bedroom or bathroom. She must be in her room, he thought to himself, hurrying down the hall. "Mom?" He called out again, pausing at her bedroom door, knowing that he wasn't allowed in her room without being invited, a rule he hadn't broken since he was ten and got a spanking for searching through her bedside table.

"Yes, Master?" She answered, her voice sounding muffled as if she was shut up in her bathroom.

"Can I come in?" Derek asked, feeling slightly childish asking for her permission after he'd manipulated her into cleaning his bedroom and bathroom. It seemed especially foolish considering some of the ideas he had in mind for her.

"Of course, Derek," Jess replied cheerfully as she continued to dutifully clean her bathroom. "You can do what you wish, Master."

"I intend to," Derek muttered to himself as he entered her bedroom, glancing quickly around the room, noting that she'd rearranged her furniture slightly some time along. Her bed was now against the far wall, pushed up against the windows, and Derek always remembered it situated more centrally in the room. Gives her more floor space for her pilates, Derek reasoned as he noted the small pile of exercise equipment in front of her large screen television. She definitely worked at keeping herself in shape, he thought as he moved over to the bathroom door.

"How's it going in here, Mom?" Derek asked as he paused in the doorway, looking in to see his mother standing on the edge of her bathtub, her arms stretched up to clean the small window above the tub.

"I'm just about done, Master," Jess assured her son as she stretched a little more, her position unintentionally showing off her still fit body, the t-shirt stretching tight across her ample breasts as she reached up above her head. "Just need to finish washing this window and my bathroom will be spotless."

"That's good, Mom," Derek 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.

"Done!" Jess announced cheerfully as she finished wiping her bathroom window, hoping down off the edge of her bathtub to stand in front of Derek. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Derek?" She asked almost eagerly.

I wonder if the more I control her, the more willing she becomes, Derek mused, remembering the initial **** she'd displayed when he'd commanded her to clean his bathroom and contrasting it with the enthusiasm in her voice now. "Yes, there is, Mom," Derek answered her, finally finding the command he'd been looking for and pressing it.