The Holiday.

" wow mom, this place is amazing!" Steve said as he put his bag down next to the hotel bed

his mom had won something at work and had been given an all inclusive week long holiday at a Las Vegas Hotel.

" I know right!" his mom said smiling at him, steve gave a small but nervous smile back.

it had been three weeks since she'd last commanded him to knock himself silly, she'd given him enough time that he'd think he was safe, but he never was.

with her ever present alter ego whispering in her head she'd planned out the whole trip, and her son being conscious wasn't part of it.

" hey, can you do me a favour?" she asked innocently enough.

" sure"

" knock yourself out"

his eyes widened in suprise.

" what?. .b..but?.."

" you heard me perfectly clear"

for a minute he looked like he was going to fight it, then, he sighed and simply said

" How?"

" oh..hmm...how about the wall? give it a good run, that should do" she said, pointing to the wall next to his bed.

He dutifully launched himself at the wall, smacking on it with full ****.

" Ohh...o...www....ohh heyyyy...I..guess it's...nightime?" he said, before staggering backwards, tripping and falling onto his bed, falling onto his bed, and with a final soft sigh, fell soundly asleep.

" well I'm going to for a swim, do you wanna come with me?...what's that? you wanna sleep?, oh....fair enough, I'll write you a little note" she said, writing on a post it note and sticking it to his head.

about 20 minutes later, he stirred, groggy and alone in the room.

he noticed something was obscuring his vision, grabbing the note he looked down at its contents. it read....

HELLO DEAR, I'M AFRAID YOU DON'T REALLY NEED TO BE CONSCIOUS TILL LATER.

KNOCK YOURSELF OUT, ANY WAY YOU WANT, JUST BE **** BY THE TIME I'M BACK.

" fuck" he whispered to himself, he scanned the room, it was a very expensive looking room, he would've enjoyed exploring it and the hotel today, he'd just have to hope tomorrow would be better.

he noticed a small cupboard next to the giant tv, in it he found a policeman style blackjack, presumably Janet had requested one, he doubted every room supplied them.

he could've refused and just pretended to be **** but he assumed she had some form of surveillance watching him.

resigned to his fate he raised the blackjack over his head, then slammed it onto the top of his head.

THWACK.

stars immediately surrounded his vision again, a circle of Nurse Mommy's danced around his head, blowing him kisses.

" duuhhhh.....h..hi...I...I need...a....nuuuuurse..." he said before dropping back onto bed, drooling and ****.

about half an hour later Janet returned to the room with a bag of fast food in her hand.

walking upto the sleeping, drooling mess she leant down to him and woke him up.

he sat up, desperately trying to recover from the knockout.

" why do..you keep doing this?!" he said angrily, he was annoyed that she had this power over him.

" because its fun, and be honest, would you rather have me, or Nurse Mommy?"

As humiliating as this was he had to agree that he didn't want to face Nurse Mommy, Janet's sexy Alter Ego who was much severe in her punishments.

so he said nothing and dug into the takeaway.

" well that was lovely" she said, throwing the empty bags away.

" now it's time for bed, knock yourself out"

" B..but I can slee.....How?"

" hmmm.... let's think, oh yes! I have a tranq gun in my bag, you can never be to careful in Vegas I say!...shoot yourself with it, that should put you out for the night"

he glumly walked to her bag, he got out a plastic seethru gun, with red darts inside, he positioned himself next to his bed, so at least he'd be comfortable, not really trusting his mom to put him on his bed.

" Goodnight Dear" she said as he pulled the trigger, aiming for his chest.

BANG.

The dart sank deeply in his stomach.

" Uuuuhhhhh...oooo....ooooo...plfftttt...." he managed to say as a long line of drool began to leak from his mouth.

the Gun dropped to the floor, but as it dropped the trigger was pulled again, the **** of it being dropped making it shoot out again.

BANG.

" O....oggg...." he could only say as another dart his foot.

he fell backwards, his eyes were rolling up and down.

" well that was fortunate, night Dear!" Janet said, heading to her own room.

But Steve had already fallen ****.