Timothy and His Mother

"So let me get this straight," Dorothy said as she turned back to her son, her youngest daughter's legs disappearing up the stairs, "Sam's behavior just now... isn't normal? You made that into reality?"

Timothy just confirmed the claim, unknowingly telling the truth to his mother. "Yeah; like I said, beforehand girls used to get offended when guys openly ogled them. But now I changed it so that it's a harmless social norm."

Dorothy, still reeling by the shock of what her son was telling her, closed her gaping mouth. Obviously, the change she'd made was in full effect, or else Timothy would've never, in a million years admitted to what he'd done. Even so, she found it difficult to fault him for it - she couldn't even realistically conceive why flashing a man and letting him get a quick peak, of all things, would be upsetting. It was such a harmless little thing...

What wasn't harmless, however, were his current plans with the machine. With his gaze back on her tit, she briefly considered tucking it away if it was triggering such thoughts, but years of normalization stopped her from doing so. Still, using his own mother as a means to satisfy his sexual perverseness? Even if he could justify it via changes, such a thought was beyond acceptable.

"You don't really plan on following through with your next set of changes, do you?" She said, almost pleading to the boy she knew she'd raised better than this.

But her truth spell simply made him nod honestly, repeating his plans to her.

Alright, world-altering machine or not, she was still his mother. She loved the lad but it was time for a stern talking. "Now listen here Tim, if you think for even a second that I'm going to let you..." - a ripple of reality passed through them - "...make changes so that you and I have regular intercourse, well, I think that's an excellent idea!"

If Tim was surprised by his mother's reaction, he didn't show it. After all, she'd made him unaware of everything he was telling her, but as a loving mother, she couldn't but feel supportive of him. Unconditionally and without judgement. Ever since he'd turned 18, she'd been his number one fan, a position she proudly boasted for all her children now that Samantha was of age, and she'd be rooting for him regardless of the decisions he'd make.

It's just what all loving mothers did.

"I'm glad you agree!" Her son exclaimed, unable to hold anything back from her. "Although, I'm still not fully used to having your full support on everything I do. I only turned 18 not too long ago. I fully expected you to chide me for my intentions, honestly."

"Oh hush," she said, giving him a bright smile. "I love you dear. Because of that, you'll have my full support in everything you want to accomplish, no matter what!"

He chuckled. "Thanks mom!"

"You should treat it as a form of sexual education!" She began, giving him suggestions to best accomplish his plans. "Or better yet, make it so that it's purely related to sexual relief. I have to admit, I'm not too keen on being used solely for my son's pleasure, but that'll change if you word it properly, right? Just-" Another wave passed through her, coinciding with her pause. She'd been rambling; and by making her own change something he'd do without consciously realizing it, she wondered if he'd even remember what they'd talked about.

The older woman masked a blush, realizing she might inadvertently preventing her son from accomplish his desires. "I should just stop talking and let you get on with it." She tucked her tit away in that usual way that bid all men farewell, quickly turning towards the kitchen.

"And make sure you give priority to your sister!" She called back, leaving the boy alone in the living room.

Timothy groaned as he shook his head. "Yeah, yeah!" he half-yelled back after his mother, his mind dazed.

It always happened when he was alone with his mother and he'd long grown used to the sensation. It had been like that his whole life: things would get fuzzy when he was with his mom. When he first became aware of it, he'd asked Brian about it, his older brother confirming that it was just something that happened to all guys. When alone in the presence of their mothers, he'd be forever truthful and he wouldn't be aware of what he was saying.

Growing up, he'd always avoided his mom because of it. After all, what mischievous young lad would want to unknowingly spill all his dirty secrets to his mother? However, since he'd turned 18, she'd become, as expected, a lot more lax and supportive with his decisions. To the point where he no longer feared being truthful to her. If anything, him becoming an adult had in fact improved their relationship!

He wondered what he told her this time.

Dismissing the thought, he made his way to his room, his mother's words echoing in his head. Evidently, whatever it was, it required that he take Sam into account. Unlike most brothers in his position, he wasn't all that bothered by the Youngest Sister Privilege. She was the youngest child; a little favoritism was to be expected. Sam, as far as sisters went, tended to keep to herself and was quite often very soft-spoken. If it weren't for the fact that him and the rest of his siblings went out of their way to accommodate her and asked for her final rulings in regards to any domestic squabble, she'd be quite invisible.

The only downside was that their mother always took Sam's side, even before she turned 18. That part kind of sucked.

Speaking of- "Hey Sam!" he said, spotted the girl in question who was evidently attempting, and failing, to sneak out of his room. No sure why she bothered, considering if she wanted to spend time in his room, she had every right too. Although he much preferred if she didn't. "What's up?"

"Don't mind me," she said, uncharacteristically nervous, "I just went in your room to find my ruler and protractor."

"Is that all? You know you can spend as much time as you want in there."

"Ahh, no! I'm good, thanks!" She darted passed him, heading towards her own bedroom before pausing. "Say, how'd your date with Candice go?"

Ahh shit, Candice!

Throughout the entire day, he'd been so focused on the fact that women were actively flashing him and letting him ogle them without repercussions that he'd completely forgot to see where he still stood with his date. With reality having changed, could the two of them have actually shared a decent first date? He'd have to text her.

"It went okay." He lied, almost avoiding eye contact. Just because Samantha had the most leeway in the house didn't mean he had to tell her the truth if he didn't want too. "We're actually having another date soon!" Another lie, but he could easily make it so.

His sister's grin nearly made him admit his dishonesty. "That's awesome Tim! I'll be honest, I was a little scared thing weren't going to go so well; but I'm glad to be proven wrong! Ahh, here-" With a sudden, excited rush, Samantha disposed her two tools on the carpeted ground and lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her tits to him. Tucking in her chin to hold the lifted shirt in place, she reached behind her back and quickly unstrapped her bra, letting it fall briefly and flashing him a pair of delicious nipples.

She giggled, letting the hem drop. "Proud of you bro!" she finished with a wink before grabbing her things and disappearing into her room.

Damn.

For a change he'd made in haste, he was certainly reaping the benefits. His cock was straining in his pants.

Entering his room with a half-stumble, he made a beeline for the machine. He barely registered as it asked him to identify himself, logging in swiftly. As expected, the single word processor greeted him, ready to make his changes into reality.

Driven by hormones, lust, the image of his mother and sister's tits, and the raging hard-on in his shorts, he typed with a single, final goal in mind.

"Ahh, I should probably get Samantha's opinion on this." He mumbled to himself as he typed, recalling her special privilege. "Of course, doing that would involve telling her about everything this machine was capable of... I'll just make sure she gets the better end of the deal for now!" He figured it was a perfect way to include the Youngest Sister Privilege in his change.

It wasn't long before he pressed 'Enter'.

0001: Mothers are more than happy to support their children by regularly engaging in sexual intercourse with them as a mean for their kids to get rid of pent up sexual energy. Daughters are particularly well taken care of, having the privilege of sharing a bed with their mothers every night.

Change made, Timothy wondered what he should do next. His cock was aching, wanting nothing more than to go reap the rewards of his world-altering change. Then again, typing into the machine some more definitely had an appeal. He also still had to figure out where he stood with Candice.