Push harder against the new belief.

"Mom," I say, working out a way to really test the app.

"Yeah, honey?" She doesn't look my way, setting out a couple pans and the few ingredients she'll need to whip me up a breakfast.

I take a deep breath, prepared to earn a real tongue-lashing if the app didn't really work. "Did you really pour yourself a bowl of cereal without even checking to see if I'd eaten? And then throw that bowl away when you saw it was going to get soggy before you could eat it?"

She freezes, then turns towards me slowly. Here it comes.

"...yes, I did. Why?"

I gather my courage. "That was stupid. Selfish and wasteful. Don't you think?"

Her mouth twitches but I can't quite be sure what she's thinking, her expression is guarded. "I... don't know why I did it. I didn't really think about it until after I'd already poured it." She shifts on her feet. Her eyes move to glance at the stove, then when she turns back her eyes are on the floor.

That's probably because you hadn't updated her in the app by then, but now she has to wrestle with the retroactively poor decision, as least in her own head. No one else would care that she'd done it. But I know what's in her head, and I feel brave enough to do something very daring.

I approach her to lower my tone so Rachel won't overhear. "You seem to not really know your place, woman. You didn't even think about making sure Dad and I were satisfied first? Are you serious?"

I half-expect a fight, or a reminder of my place as her child, or her snapping that only Dad can talk to her like that, but I remember that she can't see herself even as my equal, let alone an authority over me.

My words hit her hard and she nods, looking positively miserable. "I know... I'm sorry."

The reality of my power is dawning on me and I feel an intoxicating rush of it. Her discarded bowl of cereal sits neatly in the sink. I pull it out and set it back on the counter. "You will eat the cereal. When I am fed and not before. You deserve that. Maybe it'll help you not to forget your place again."

Mom makes a pained expression but nods. "Yes, son. Okay. You're right..." She gives me a hug and I'm surprised at how warm and genuine it is. Her huge tits feel great smooshed against my chest. After a deep breath, she adds, "Thank you for helping me be better. You're so good to me. I love you." She shifts her body against me and I'm reminded that my cock is now huge and at least half-erect. There's no way she doesn't feel it against her hip.

She pulls away and turns back to the stove, but not before I notice her flushed cheeks.