Take things slow, rub it into your Dad first.

It would be easy for you to just dive in headfirst, do whatever you wanted to your mom. But that would rob this of its potential. “I’m going to take it slow,” you whisper to Kelly. “First, my Dad is going to know what happened. Then, we’re going to eat dinner together, and I’ll casually flex my next control over my Mom. But then? Once dinner is done? I’ll start really having fun.”

“I’m so fucking wet,” Kelly moans, still cooking. “You’re the best owner I could have ever gotten, Ryan. You’re such a perverted boy, and I love it.” Then you and Kelly hear the door open, and you back away from her as your parents approach.

You make sure to savor the look on your father’s face. It’s all there, plain to see. Anger, frustration, disappointment, and even fear. It is the fear you savor most of all. Dinner is ready, but as Kelly and your Mom get the table set up, your father pulls you aside to talk. “I, uh, heard that you own your mother now, Ryan. Now, I know that because of that, you can do whatever you’d like with her, and I don’t have any right to tell you what to do or not to do.”

Smiling like a predator, you nod your head. “Correct.”

Looking more nervous now, your father tries to continue. “She and I were talking, and I just wanted to ask, if it’s okay with you, would it be okay if I still had sex with her? I’d need your permission now.”

You are amazed. He’s not even asking for you not to fuck her, he’s just asking if he still has permission. You think it over, trying your best to appear like you’re really putting your all into weight the options. “Well, I don’t know, Dad.” Your father had never been the most caring man. He was quick with punishments, and had little sympathy for failure. “Honestly, I don’t know if you should. I mean, you’re not having any more kids with her, right?” His face is red now, like he’s on the border of crying and raging at you. “How about this: prove to me that’s a good idea, and I’ll give you permission.” Then, before he can say anything back, you turn to look at your Mom and tell her, “Did you hear that, Mom? No more sex with Dad until I say so.”

If your mother has any issues with that command, she doesn’t show it. Taking her seat, she nods her head and says, “That’s what I told him, Ryan, but he insisted on asking you first.” From there, dinner progresses fairly normally, with the exception that Kelly is there and you’re fingering her under the table while you eat. Sometimes, you can see your Mom peak at you doing that, and you wonder what she’s thinking about. Once dinner is done, everyone expects your Dad to do the dishes, because you tell him he should, and he takes the task with gritted teeth. Now, you’re left with Kelly and your Mom...what to do?