Make your mom yours.

You’re not sure how long time stands still, as you hold the sharpie in your hand, well aware of exactly what this object is about to do. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been lusting after your mom since puberty hit. It was never something you’d imagine you could make real.

But now, with everything you’ve seen you can do, how can you not? And so, before your mom even realizes what’s happening, you lift the back of her shirt, and write your name just above her succulent ass. She pauses for a moment in her cooking, and looks at you. “Ryan, what did you just do?”

Eager for what you know is about to come, you use your cell phone’s screen to reflect what you wrote as a tramp stamp to your mother. “I just saw this, and thought you should know, is all.”

Looking at those words, for an infinitesimal moment, you could swear you see fear in your mother’s face. But then, it’s gone. “Oh, Ryan! Why didn’t you tell me I belonged to you too!” She stops cooking and turns to face you, a big smile on her face. She’s still looking at you as your son, but you now know you can change that whenever you want.

But before you do any of that, you don’t want a repeat of last time. “I’ll have Kelly take over cooking dinner, Mom,” you tell her, authoritatively. “You go show Dad what you just found, so he knows too.”

With a nod, your mom goes to do just that. Kelly does what you asked as well, taking over seamlessly for your mom. “You naughty boy,” she whispers, once your mother is out of earshot. “You want your dad to know that she’s yours now, don’t you?” You nod. “You’re getting hard, just thinking about the fact you’ve stolen your mother away from your father, and there’s nothing he can do about it, aren’t you?” You can’t help yourself, and give her a shit-eating grin as you nod once more. “So, stud, what’re you going to do with her?”