Reach Forward and Move Back

I had claimed the majority of my past recent ploys under the guise of simple testing. Having my sister lick my spunk off the carpet? Just a test to see if my power would work on her. Making Mom clean the house in her underwear. Nothing more than a way to see what I can and can't get away with.

And it could be argued that I had finished with that latter experiment.

I got Mom to finally put her foot down and be the responsible parental figure of the house. Honestly, it's a slap in the face to her capabilities at being an authoritative mother that it took her this long to stop me.

It really doesn't matter what shit I own. People can own guns, ya know that right to bear arms and shit, but that doesn't excuse them for using the weapon against others without proper means. What I'm getting at is~ Even if I owned a fucking chore list, that doesn't mean Mom should let me instantly **** my new power to the determinate of her whole family.

Nichole had to speak up in a state of anguish for Mom to even see how this could end up being a problem down the line.

But I digress.

The experiment is over. I found Mom's limit. And she took the chore list from me, so I guess that journey has ended. Even if I got it back, I'm not sure it would have any power to it. Mom might not trust me to dish out the chores again after seeing what I had just sprung up.

So yes... That story is over.

But I got far!

I had the woman that gave birth to me, scale her tongue against my balls. I got on her hands and knees in order to swallow up my chode. And now, even as Mom took away the list, she's standing in front of me in nothing more than a blue bra and pantie set.

Sure, I've seen her in such a state of dress before. But it was a brief ten-second moment. And only because she got in an argument with Nichole, and wasn't paying too much attention to her perverted son who was off to the side of the room.

But this is different. Mom is now standing in front of me. Her luscious white skin was creamy too the eyes and naturally curvy from giving birth to two children. The way her bra cups were engulfed with tit-flesh filled me with envy.

At one point I was where that bra is now. I had my lips latched onto her tit, acting on instinct more than anything else. None of these urges I have now were present, I was completely and utterly innocent.

I could stay that way... It would be so easy to move on from this. Just drop this marker and set this chapter in my life as finished. So I found some strange ability that could bring my fantasies into something much more real.

But why should I? Especially to the woman who will always love me unconditionally?

Mom stared at me with a frown. The way her arms were latched onto her round hip, and body posture leaned slightly forward. It was obvious she was both disappointed and angered with her son.

But besides these current feelings, I knew she still loved me. She'd never stop doing so. That anger only shows she cares in all honesty. If she didn't, I wouldn't be in her fucking home.

There is nothing stopping me from pretending this day never happened.

Except we all know that isn't the case. There's a huge mental barrier that I'd have to push through—the temptation to continue my testing and reap the benefits that might pose.

With me being the only one aware of what I can do, the possible downsides are diminished tenfold.

The only person who would be disappointed in the long term would be me. Mom would still love me, even though I had used her body to please my personal perverted experiment.

Hell, she didn't know about it. And ignorance is bliss and all that shit.

Time moved slowly as I mulled through my thoughts. Unfortunately for my dear mother, I'm not mentally strong enough to resist the temptation facing me. She didn't raise her boy well enough, so if anything... I could blame her for the thought that crossed my mind.

She's the one that took care of herself. She's the mother who chose to live a healthy life and have a body that matched her lifestyle.

Not me!

I fingered the marker in my pocket as I stared straight ahead towards the massive cleavage facing me. Mom was just a head taller than me. So her huge bra-clad bosom was at eye level; at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to step forward and sink my head between her soft cushions. It would be so easy to spill out that mass of boob-flesh and latch her nipple onto my mouth—a son returning to his initial feeding source.

She was just pissed at me for staring at her body. But could she genuinely be pissed when she's showing off 90% of her skin? The only parts of her figure hidden to her son's eyes were her snatch and nips. The rest of her mature womanly body was free game for any and all perverted eyes.

It just so happens that my set of peepers are the only source of perversion in our current general vicinity.

Now, Mom's obviously too pissed off for me to use that chore list to get what my current desire is...

I licked my lips as I stared right at my mother's rack.

But if I am to continue my experimentation, which I am definitely going to do, the next logical step would be to see if I can claim things that aren't entirely random objects.

Perhaps more specifically, parts of a person... Or even a person themself.

I removed the marker from my pocket. My eyes were deadset on Mom's breasts.

"You are making everything worse for yourself young man!" Mom said she noticed her son's leering and was not pleased in the slightest.

Snapping her fingers, she attempted to grab my attention. But my goal was dead set.

I was going to write my name on Mom's tits, and see what the fuck happened.

After all, I am a man of science.

And my name is short.

S A M

It's easy!

I took a step forward.

All I have to do is quickly scribble it on her tits and~

*SLAP*

The exact moment the tip of my marker collided with her soft cushiony tit. Mom brought her arm up and smacked the side of my hand, which sent the marker soaring across the room where it clattered onto the ground.

"What the hell has gotten into you?!" Mom shouted. Her face lost the sign of disappointment/anger. Now she was just pissed. "Seriously, what has caused you to act in such a way? Don't EVER attempt to such me like that again! You... You're mature enough to know right and wrong. So what is the matter!?"

"Shit.." I cussed and turned around to find where the marker had scattered off to.

"That's it. I'm done with this Samuel." She stomped into my line of sight. One hand clenched into a fist while the other was pointing a finger towards me. "You go to your room, NOW, and wait for me to wipe up this mess." She gestured to her right breast. That had an ink smear that as the beginning of an ''S.''

Mom attempted to rub away the ink smear in her frustrated state, but only managed to smear it more across her large breast.

My cock surged with a flood of more unneeded arousal at the sight of her boobage jiggling from her own hand.

"Mom, calm down."

"No." She stopped wiping her tit and looked at me with a cold expression. "Room. Now."

"But~"

"That's your problem!" She tilted her head. "I gave you control over one thing, and that got to your adolescent head. Young man, this only set in stone to me that I can never trust you with something important again. You get one drop of power, and you instantly think you get to call the shots." Mom leaned towards me with slitted eyes, and gravity caused her bra-clad breasts to hang forward. "Until you start paying bills, and get your name on the house. You're still going to listen and do what I say. So go to your room NOW!"

Mom keeps being up shit like~ Oh, I own this house~ Oh, you gotta do what I say~ Oh, I'm in charge. Bla bla bla

Now all of those things are true. But fuck, does she have to flaunt her power all the dam time.

You don't see me bragging about the power I have. I hadn't even brought it up to her once! And I don't think I ever will since she'd probably end up trying to confiscate that too.

Though, speaking of confiscating my power. She might have inadvertently done that since I wasn't able to find the marker. And with me now being trapped to the confines of my room. I can't easily go out and search for it.

I mean, I could, but I'd have to enter stealth mode. Who knows when she'll come into my bedroom to dish out my punishment. But if I had to take a guess, it would be an hour or two. Just so she can flaunt her authority over me by making me stew in silence while I think over the mistakes I made.

Now, if she thinks to stew over the past occurrences would help fix me. Dam woman, you couldn't be more wrong. She's only giving me the opportunity to figure out how I can best continue my testings.

First I need to get that marker back.

Once I manage that. Mom's going to be in a constant world of realization once my name starts appearing on all the shit she ''owns.''

I still don't want to write my name on the house itself. But I am interested in seeing Mom's reaction to living in a building that houses nothing she can call her own.

Though, for now. Baby steps.

I'll take whatever punishment she gives me. Because I know in the long wrong this is only a slight delay in the long run.

Goddamn.

I'm coming off as a fucking villain.

All of a sudden, Mom shot open my bedroom door without warning.

"Your behavior today was unacceptable."

'Jesus Mom, what if I was masturbating? I bet that's why she bursts into my room constantly; she wants to catch me doing the deed.'

She was back to wearing her basic black T-Shirt. It did a near-perfect job at restricting her large bust. There was a minuscule hint of cleavage peeking out at the seem of the shirt's neckline. But compared to the almost naked look she was strutting before, this was nothing.

"So until I see your act improve. You're going to be doing all the chores on this new list. Follow me." With that said she turned and left the room. And I followed in silence to see what she was talking about.

When we reached the kitchen, I saw it. Apparently, she had made a new list. This one was a strip of notebook paper that was torn out and written on by hand.

It wasn't placed on the fridge. I assume that was because I own it.

So instead, she attached the sheet of paper to the wall beside it.

"You're going to do whatever is written down on that list. And I'll be overseeing you. Once I see that you have learned your lesson, we'll revert things back to normal."

I blinked and stared at her new list with an impassive stare.

"Fine."

Mom looked at me disapprovingly. "You're not off to a good start."

So Mom wants me to do all this shit I had assigned to her earlier. That's not fair, don't you think?

And that's basically all the household chores, cause the shit I gave her to do was literally everything that needed to be done. I'm not saying what I did was too reasonable; in fact, it was the complete opposite. But fighting fire with more fire doesn't serve to help anyone.

I wasn't upset though. Honestly, I'm not.

See, I had the full intention of claiming that new list to see how my mother reacts. Maybe if I erase all the shit she had jotted down, I won't have to do anything.

Or she might just make a new list, and we'll continue down an endless circle until she runs out of paper- Or I out of ink.

We'll see I guess.

Currently, I was back in the garage, in search of the marker Mom had knocked out of my grasp.

It had to be somewhere here...

Unfortunately, the garage itself was quite messy. The only thing that fits with some reasonable wiggle room to spare was Mom's car. So if the marker landed anywhere else, it's gonna be an adventure and a half to find where it~

Nevermind, it's right next to the car—specifically, a few inches beside the frontmost tire.

"Hell yeah.." I breathed and picked up the marker. "Time to resume my experimentation..."

My intent was to go back upstairs and start claiming things left and right, beginning with the new list. But upon being hit with the look of my own reflection. I realized something.

It's a nice day out. A little hot, but the clear sunny sky is just begging for attention.

Who's to say I should restrict my testing to inside the house?

Yeah!

The summer sun's warm heat would prompt a bunch of people my age to be out and about in some skin-baring clothing. And I could also go out and get a cold treat, maybe something ice cream related?

Also, a mental image of the attractive girls' bodies fitting into swimsuits at the community pool could be a sight to see.

Fuck it, why not? There's no way in hell I'd want to walk the long trek over to say the pool or ice cream joint. But if there were a vehicle I could use in the means to speed up the process, then nothing would pursue me not to go out.

Sadly, I don't have a car...

Or a license...

But I do have a permit!

That means I'd need Mom in the car with me. Well, if she'd even allowed me to use her car. Which wouldn't be a possibility on the table since she's still very cross with me. And even if she weren't upset, she wouldn't let me drive. If anything, she'd play it safe and do the driving herself—Especially since she'd have to be in the car regardless.

Though, all of what was just said won't be an issue... If I own the car...

I still wouldn't have a license. But what would happen if I were to write my name on Moms?

TIME FOR SOME EXPERIMENTATION!

"Mother dearest, could I use the car to go out?"

Mom was in the living room, watching the television absently, while most of her attention was on something business-related she was working on through the laptop that as situated on her lap.

She glanced behind her and gave me an incredulous look. "What?" That reaction was valid. Given how I'm asking her for a favor while on punishment. And the fact that I have never called her ''Mother Dearest'' before in my life.

"Can I~"

"No." Mom resumed typing something on the computer. "After the stunt you pulled? Don't ask me for anything."

I shrugged. "Well... I own your car... I mean~ My car, so I'm going to take it out anyway."

"Excuse me?" That caught Mom's attention, and she gave me a more confused while somewhat annoyed look. "No, you don't."

"You can look for yourself," A clinking sound was heard as I rummaged my hand through my pocket.

"Are those my keys?" She had her eyes locked to my crotch.

"They're the keys to the car, and since I own the car~"

"You don't own the car."

"Oh my god, you... You own the car?" Mom had one hand covering her mouth, and she stared at the rather expensive looking vehicle that she had just fully purchased relatively recently. "How long have I been using your car? I... I'm so sorry honey. I promise I didn't know!"

"It's been mine for a while, but it's okay Mom. I might be able to forgive you one day." I chuckled at how my mother stared at her own reflection through the window of the car that was hers in every name except the one that was written on the side.

"So, I had been making payments on a car that wasn't even mine... And you never told me!?"

"Why would I? You seemed so willing to pay for it."

Mom did not like that. "Well fine, but you can't go out." She crossed her arms, and I was greeted with some upper cleavage. "You don't have a license, and I'm not going to sit in the car with you so you can drive."

"Actually, I do." I reached into my pocket and shifted past Mom's keys to pull out her license. It belonged to her in every sense of the word. But it had my name on it. So I was curious about how this would work.

"What? Did you go into my purse to get that young man?!"

"No, I went into my purse. If you go upstairs and check that belongs to me too now." I replied with the honest truth and flipped her license around.

Mom's lips parted as she intended to speak when she noticed what was written on the license in my hand.

"Oh my... You.. That's your license.."

I licked my lips.

"Yeah, so I'm going to go get some ice cream. You want something?"

"Hold on... I've been driving around in your car... Using your license? I don't see how I could~"

"I dunno either Mom, maybe pay more attention." With that said, I pulled open the driver's side door and hopped into my new car. "Anyway, I'll be back. Can you unlock the garage door?"

"Sure..." Mom breathed. She reached behind her and pressed the button to open up the door.

"Thanks, Mom, you're the best!" And I meant what I said. She had just given away her license and fucking car to her son without complaint. And all I had to do was write my freaking name!

My mother always backs in the car into the garage when she pulls up, so I didn't have to worry about reversing into shit. You see, there's a reason I still have a permit. But... Well, technically, I just upgraded!

But yeah, I'm not the best at driving, though I made it out of the driveway without a snitch.

With the marker that sat comfortably in my pocket, this day could only get better.

*CRASH*

"FUCK!" I loudly cussed to no one but myself. The car was fucking totaled. And it's been no more than a minute since driving out of the neighborhood.

Mom will be fucking pissed. It was still ''her'' car, even though I'm the only one that realizes it. Whether she sees it as her car or not, she's still going to know that I wrecked a car. No parent likes to hear that shit.

"Why the fuck am I so bad at driving?" No one was here to hear my talk to myself.

But that's for the best. See, I crashed into a light post. And I must've been going decently fast since said light post toppled over and fell atop a fence.

No one was around to see the set of unfortunate events transpire. But there will definitely be more people around in the next minute or two.

Now, this type of fuckup isn't one of those silly goofs I make back at the house. This isn't an instance where I piss off my mother. Since, with Mom, she'll move on and still continue to care about me.

Even Nichole will get over the shit I got her to do sooner or later.

But with this.

This type of accident comes with longterm consequences. The kind that a petty parent punishment won't be able to pay for.

Actual money is required to fix the shit I broke.

But I was quick to pull out the marker and get to work. Hopefully, this can get me out of my self-caused predicament.

I wrote my name on the light post six different times. Just to make sure I covered all my bases, I covered it with my name from head to toe.

Same with the fence, I also managed to brake.

And in a few minutes, both broken objects were now covered under the Sam Dean insurance plan.

Either this could backfire, and I had just made it very obvious who committed this misdeed. Or, I covered my bases, and whoever finds this wreckage first would be like~

"Oh, Sam crashed into his own stuff, it's fine."

I could see it going both ways.

But regardless of how this plays out, I don't want to be here to find out.

I took the bus.

It's much simpler all things considered for a guy who doesn't have a real license that he earned the hard way. Taking free public transport is better in the grand scheme of things.

Why do I say free? Well, I wrote my name on the bus, that's why.

"Hold on sir," A man stopped me as I casually attempted to walk into the bus. "Ticket, or give me the set price of ten." He held out his hand.

"Uhh, I don't have either."

"Then~"

"But I do own this bus."

"What?" The man furrowed his brow.

Pointing to my side, I said. "Check it."

To my left was the name, "Sam Dean" written out with the marker.

"Oh shit.." The man's reaction said it all. My power fucking works on other people.

"Yep! And I could have all these paying customers removed if I wanted to." I grinned smugly, "And guess who they'd be mad at?"

He was clearly upset at this and lowered his voice. "Okay, listen. I'll take you where you need to go just let me drop these people off, and you can have the bus all to yourself."

"Deal." I reached to shake his hand. It was a gesture he ignored, so I disregarded him and stepped onto the bus.

This strange power is fucking amazing. Being able to own anything, at any time. The possibilities are ridiculous!

I found a free spot near a side window and relaxed into the seat... No, my seat. Since now, I own this fucking bus. Closing my eyes, I sighed. Nothing feels better than a free bus drive around the city.

This day could only get better...

OH SHIT!

I opened my eyes and shot my shoulders forward.

This is the moment when something goes wrong right after I say everything is going swimmingly...

...

...

...

But nothing happened... Huh, well I guess things aren't gonna just go to shit out of nowhere.

I mean, before when I was driving... Well, let's be honest, that was expected. I don't even know how to fucking drive.

In this instance, someone else is controlling the vehicle—someone who actually knows how to handle a steering wheel properly.

Things don't just go to shit out of the blue. Something has to prompt an accident. For every action, there's an equal and opposite... What was the saying? Ehh whatever, I'm a man of science, not a man of English.

At that moment, I realized I never actually communicated with the bus driver, where I intended to go.

Well, I should get on that. And I own this bus, so nothing's stopping me from going to the front.

*CRASH*

*THUNK*

*Chhhchchhchhhhchh*

Uhh... That might stop me.

All around, every window broke simultaneously, sending scattering shards of glass crashing down on any and everyone situated near a window.

Tiny colorful marbles sunk deeply into the walls and floor of the vehicle, the orbs protruded tiny spiderlike robotic legs that fastened themselves into place.

Everyone watched in stunned silence, as the clear robots began to flash with flickering yellow sparks of electricity. They arced yellow and white sparks of electric charges between each other, which caused the bus interior to be shrouded in a light electric mist.

If that wasn't enough, the vehicle began to speed up and swerve off the road. The slow straight path was now a zigzagging rush that crashed through everything in its way.

People careened this way and that inside the glass-filled bus, and they attempted to grab onto something for their very life.

The vehicle sped uninterrupted off into a grassy park, through a bunch of shrubbery and benches. It drove up a hilly incline that led over a fence and back into the street. The wheels bounced atop the hard road's pavement, and the bus was headed for a direct line towards a gas station that was right ahead.

The gas station was only a few seconds away from meeting a head-on collision with a speeding bus.

When, on cue, a golden rope sent from the heavens soared down and wrapped around the vehicle. The inhabitants of the rouge bus lurched forward as the bus tires were revving ahead. The rope shone with intense light, as whoever held the other end pulled back against the bus with an equal, if not~ Stronger **** than the one that was pulling it forward.

Gradually, the bus was pulled away from the gas station. And up into the air, as the tires soon had no ground to speed on.

In a quick minute, that felt like an hour. The bus was raised high enough for everyone to make out who was the **** that stopped the running vehicle in its tracks.

Wonder Woman.