Find out what "normal" means to Mom.

You join your mother in the kitchen; your stomach's been rumbling since you woke up and it's only once you get your hand on the refrigerator door that you realize you could just use your word.

I don't require food, water, air, or sleep, but I can have as much of these as I choose without any negative effects. "Kabam!" You grin as you feel the discomfort in your stomach disappear.

Your mother, topping off her coffee, smiles at you, but doesn't comment on the word. Did she hear it? Did she just think that gibberish was normal? It's worth investigating, you decide.

"Mom, did you hear me say anything?"

She shakes her head, her chin-length black hair swaying back and forth, brushing the shoulders of her emerald blouse. "Nope. How soon before you're ready? We need to leave in twenty minutes if I'm going to drop you two off and get to work on time."

She sure does seem to want to rush you despite thinking everything's fine. "Stop worrying about us being on time," you tell her, irritated.

Another smile. "Okay, hun. Take your time."

Realization dawns on you as you stare at her. "Mom, will you do whatever I tell you to?"

She gives a surprised laugh, as though you'd crossed the line into lunacy. "Of course, John, why wouldn't I?" A wave of excitement causes you to shudder. This was better than you'd expected!

"Will you do whatever anyone else tells you?" you ask, concerned someone else could turn your new toy against you.

"Are you okay?" she asks, sincerely concerned. "Of course I would."

Digging deeper, you ask, "Why?"

Another laugh. "Because there's no reason not to. Maybe if someone asked something unreasonable of me, but I highly doubt that's possible."

"What about before the thing in the bathroom?" you ask. "Would you have done anything then?"

She shakes her head again. "No, I wouldn't. It's like a switch was flipped when I saw you masturbating." She certainly didn't sound like she thought that was strange. "I had no idea you and Holly were into that kind of thing."

Now it's your turn to laugh. "Actually, Holly's not. I used a magic word to make her freeze and then posed her like that."

"Oh," she says, as though your explanation made sense. You realize that, to her, it really did, and she soon follows with, "Is that what made the change in me?"

"Good observation," you reply. It looks like people don't notice when you use the word, but they do notice the changes. You realize you'd better keep that in mind in the future.

Holly walks downstairs and joins the two of you in the kitchen, her light blue spaghetti-strap top offering a full view of her cum-splattered chest, and she occasionally has to tug down her white bra to keep it from creeping too high and disturbing your artwork.

"Uh, Holly," you start, "you've got something right here." You point to your own chest, implying she should check hers.

"What?" she asks, concerned only for a moment before she realizes what you mean. "Oh, the jizz? No, it's fine." She grabs an apple and bites into it. "Why aren't you ready? Karen's going to be late." She looks to your mother for validation, certain the jab would get you in trouble.

"Oh, don't worry about it," says your mother, sipping her coffee. "We'll go when John's ready."

Holly stares at her with wide eyes. "Karen, you're going to be late for work! Tell him to hurry up!"

She smirks. "Okay. Hurry up, John." Both you and Holly can tell she's saying it just to say it and doesn't really want you to rush.

You chuckle. "Kabam!"

Holly rolls her eyes and turns to leave. "Whatever. I'll be on the couch masturbating until you two are ready."

Karen sips her coffee without so much as a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry for the interruption," you tell her. She nods. "So you think everything in here is normal. What happens when you leave the house? Are you going to flip out as soon as you walk out the door?"

"Why would I?" she asks. "Even after I leave the house, I won't view whatever happens inside any differently."

"So even outside the house, the memory of me jerking off into Holly won't seem weird?"

She shakes her head before taking another sip. "Not as long as it only happens in the house."

"That's awfully limiting," you tell her. "Tell you what: your current attitude toward me and the things I do extends everywhere, not just in the house, and the things I tell you take priority over what anyone else says, even while you're home. Kabam!"

"I feel different," she says, not out of concern, but just stating a fact. "Did you use it?"

"I did. Since you know about my word, I can't have you messing things up if I use it outside of the house. For starters, don't tell anyone about my word without my express permission."

"Understood."

"Good." The conversation dies for a couple minutes as you try to decide what to do with your day. "So," you finally say, "if you were in my shoes, what would you do right now?"

She smirks again. "You mean if I were a horny teenager with the power to change the world?" You blush and nod. "Well, I would probably..."