Try out my mother.

The best thing to do, I figured, was start things in my family. I vowed that if this worked, I would be as disgusting as possible, and use my power to get myself laid in every imaginable way.
So, **** seemed like a nice place to start. I'd always fantasized about my mother, in a vaguely Freudian way, having even once dreamed of becoming her, and sucking on my father's dick. I set that thought to the back of my mind for possible use later. But now, it was time for some good son on mother action.
Myd cik was already hard when I walked into the laundry room. Mom was folding pants, and the sun from the window hit her blonde hair in a golden, diabolical way. She's rather tall, and has average sized breasts, and quite a few of my friends thought of her as a milf.
As I've said, I did too.
She caught me staring at her, she turned and asked me what I wanted.
Was I going to go for it? I hesitated for a moment, and then blurted it out. "I want you to strip for me."

A split second. A glaze over her eyes. Then, suddenly, she began to draw her arms out of her sweater. Teasingly, she made sure that every revelation of an inch of skin seemed like an eternity. I watched with a hard dick, and she unlatched her bra, and let it drop down to the floor.
"Stop!" I said. She did, and stared blankly, like a robot ready to be programmed.
"Realise what you are doing," I demanded. She looked up at me, down at her bare breasts, and then looked back up like a deer in headlights.
"Do you like what you are doing?" I asked.
"No, of course no--" I stopped her and informed her that she did. I asked again.
"Do you like what you are doing?"
"I love it."

Good. Now, I just needed to decide what to do next.