David Hunter, High School Senior

This uses a bit of the beginning prompt from the first intro chapter

I've had strange dreams before, but nothing as crazy as the one I had last night. I dreamt that the world revolved around me, and that anything I wanted was within my grasp. The only small catch was I had to say PLEASE. It felt like common sense to do so, but having this realization in the dream made me feel empowered and dominant, and that should have been it: one very good dream, but mere moments before I awoke for the day, I heard a distinctive, calming voice tell me "to say PLEASE is your power, not just in dreams, but in your waking reality."

As I performed my morning rituals, the line just kept reverberating in my head. Everything I did seemed to be a blur as my mind was in auto-pilot while those lines just repeated. That is until I walked downstairs to see my mom preparing breakfast.

While she was distracted with breakfast, my eyes began to wander over her body. She was currently wearing a black nightgown that really did well to accentuate her curves and long legs. My mom may have been 36, but she looked like she was only in her late 20s. She had long, curly blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a perfect hourglass-shaped body. Honestly she had the body of a godess.

Deciding to do something before I got caught staring, I took a seat at the table and started some light conversation.

"Hey, mom, what's for breakfast?" I asked

Moving from the cabinets to the fridge, she replied back, "I'm not sure sweety, I'm thinking I'll just make some scrambled eggs."

"Scrambled eggs? But we always have that, why not do something different like make pancakes?" Honestly, for the last week, it's been nothing but eggs and it was quickly getting boring.

"Maybe if you want to do some dishes. There are already a lot in the sink and making pancakes would just make more than I want to clean, plus I don't want to get any batter on this nightgown. I just bought it yesterday and it would be a shame to ruin them."

Dam. Mom never makes anything good for breakfast.

Giving her some puppy dog eyes, I ask one last time in a last-ditch effort. "Please mom, can you make some pancakes."

"Alright, I'll make pancakes for breakfast." She replied, pulling out some milk along with some eggs.

Wait, what?

"What? Really? What changed your mind?" I asked confused. Honestly, I was just expecting another no from her.

"Well you did say 'please', so I'll be making pancakes for breakfast."

Wait, she said it was because I said 'please'?

Suddenly the memory of last night's dream began to come back to mind and the words "to say PLEASE is your power, not just in dreams, but in your waking reality." came to the forefront.

It couldn't be, could it?

Watching my mom begin to whip up some batter, I decided to test things to see if I was truly crazy or not.

"Uh... mom, could you please dip your finger in the batter?"

I readied myself for a reply about how weird I was being but instead, I was mightily surprised as my mom just replied with an "okay" before dipping her finger in the batter. It seemed like she could entirely care less about doing the action, up until she was done with it. Then she just looked annoyed and before wiping it off with a towel.

This actually looks like it's happening.

Deciding that I needed to do one last test, I braced myself for an ass beating as uttered the words, "Mom, can you please let me grope your ass?"

...

"Sure sweety, go right ahead." My mom said. In response, she also pushed her ass out a little further for me while she moved to turn on the stove.

Hesitantly I reached out to place my hand on her ass and when I got no reaction, I moved to place my other hand alongside it. Gently and carefully I began to rub her glorious cheeks and began giving them some good squeezes. The entire time my mom didn't say a single word and just continued to cook up breakfast.

This confirms it. I have fucking superpowers!