A delineation of roles

I withdrew my hand, my fingers trembling. My mother’s arm now sported five sentences, written in eye-catching gold.

John Shepard’s Supporter

An easy first sentence. I wanted to make sure that, before anything else, Mom felt that I was an ally and partner who could be trusted and whom she’d support. Even if I didn’t… make use of her like I planned (fat chance of that), just having her on my side would help me immensely to not only spread my influence throughout the Alliance and the wider galaxy, but to help destroy anyone who tried to hurt or oppose me. Say for example, a known pirate group began harassing people under my control. Rather than going after them personally or risking the lives of my servants, I could just ask Mom to blow them out of the stars using the ships under her command.

John Shepard’s Authority

I bit my lip. This one had been a long time coming. I’d experimented a little with owning concepts when I’d claimed ownership over Samara’s oaths, so I was pretty sure claiming Mom’s authority would allow me to decide what her authorities entailed, just as I was able to remake Samara’s Third Oath of Subsumation in my image.

John Shepard’s Duties

In a way, duty was my mother’s life. Duty to the Alliance. Earth. Humanity. But not to her own children and family. Not to me. That was going to change today. From now on, I would be the one deciding what her duties were; from what she had to do in her capacity as an admiral to her… duties towards me.

John Shepard’s Morality

Mom had always been a very judgmental person. It was part of her job; she had to enforce discipline over the great multitude of people under her command. Claiming ownership over her very conception of morality might have been a little overkill considering I had already subverted her authority and could assign her practically any duty I envisioned, I didn’t really like the idea of Mom going around hating me or herself for being **** to do things that didn’t agree with her sensibilities. At least, not all the time. I shivered when I realized the power I now had over her.

John Shepard’s Officer

This one was more for Mom's benefit than mine. If Mom disobeyed orders from her superiors or broke Alliance regulations following my commands, she could be court-martialed. Something like this might prevent that by making others believe that she existed wholly outside the Alliance command structure, at least if what Ashley said was correct. I was worried however that it might compromise her standing in the Alliance and effectively render her status as an Alliance admiral null and void in the eyes of whoever read it. Hopefully it’d never come to that. I’d written it further up her arm, near her shoulder, so she wouldn’t accidentally show anyone.

My mother gazed up at me for a few moments, her emerald green eyes boring into mine. Then her eyes flicked downward and widened as she read what I’d written on her arm.

She stared at me again and swallowed. There was something new in her gaze. Something I hadn’t seen before.

She smiled. Her hand grasped mine and squeezed.

“John, I want you to know that no matter what happens, you’ll always have my support. Anything you need. Just ask and I’ll do my best to help,” she said warmly, a tinge of pride in her voice. I could scarcely believe my ears.

I swallowed thickly. It was so hard not to stare at her breasts. They were huge, barely constrained by her gray jumpsuit.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “I knew I could count on you.”

She snorted.

“Don’t lie to me like that,” she shook her head. “I… realize that my earlier behavior was unbecoming of a mother. I should have supported you when you said you didn’t want to join the military, but instead I chastised you for not following in my footsteps. I can’t imagine how that must have made you feel all these years. I’m… I’m sorry.”

I nodded, a feeling of warmth blossoming in my chest. Damn, even though I knew intellectually that she was only saying this because of the words I’d written on her skin, it felt good to hear them. I guess despite how often Mom and I were at odds, I still couldn’t help but care about what she had to say.

“It’s fine,” I said, feeling certain that I didn’t mean it. The woman she’d been before I’d written on her skin would never have apologized to me or admitted fault where I was concerned. “You didn’t know before that it was your solemn duty to always support me in everything I do.”

Mom’s eyes widened slightly before she nodded.

“Yes, you’re right,” she looked away. “Helping you has always been one of my most important responsibilities. I can’t believe I didn’t realize that before. There’s no excuse for that.”

Her brows furrowed angrily.

“God, I feel so stupid,” she muttered frustratedly. Her fists made balls on the desktop. The movement caused her large breasts to jiggle enticingly.

My manhood throbbed.

“Don’t worry about that, Mom. Did you know that another one of your duties was to, um, take your clothes off whenever I asked?”

“Huh?” Mom’s eyes flicked up to meet mine. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Oh, um. Of course. But you wouldn’t actually tell your own mother to take her clothes off, would you?”

My heart hammered in my chest. Blood rushed through me, and for a few moments I could barely hear anything. She’d… it had actually worked. Mom now fully believed that one of her duties was to take her clothes off whenever I asked. I felt the pen pulse in my hand and quickly pocketed it. I took a deep breath to center myself.

I rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Did you know that there’s nothing morally wrong with a mother being naked in front of her son? In fact, if a son asks his mother to take her clothes off, she’s morally right for obeying him.”

Mom sucked in a breath.

“I-I see. I suppose that makes sense, in a weird sort of way, though I’m not really sure why.”

She furrowed her brows.

“Why did you bring it up, anyway?” she asked, a slight edge to her voice.

I shrugged, inwardly enjoying watching her squirm.

“Oh, no reason,” I squeezed her shoulder before backing off from her and settling back down in my seat.

Mom took one last look at her arm, let out a low sigh, and rolled her sleeve up.

“Great,” she deadpanned, schooling her features. “So, back to the reason why I came up here…”

I met Samara’s gaze for a moment. My personal Justicar had been eye-fucking me since she’d given me a nice, long blowjob under Anaya’s desk. She so badly wanted to join me. Join us. But I shook my slightly, not yet, and she nodded without even the slightest hint of disobedience on her gorgeous face, ever obedient and faithful. I hoped I’d be able to properly reward her soon. My new police officers were hard at work searching Illium for Morinth with Liara’s help. Anaya and Liara had told me that if Samara’s daughter was on Illium, they’d find her. I trusted both women. It was nice to be able to rely on people, knowing that they were working their hardest to achieve a goal you’d set out for them.

“You and all the Marines are free to go, of course,” I said. “I saw to it myself.”

My mother nodded. Her green eyes gazed at me. It was strange seeing her regard me as something akin to an equal. Well, we were never that and we probably never would be. Only, the power imbalance was utterly reversed this time, and it would never be going back to the way it had been if I had anything to say about it.

“Thank you.” A small smile twisted her sexy lips. God, I couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped around my length, her beautiful eyes staring up at me, simultaneously reverent, adoring, yet wondering how in the world she had ended up in that position. “If it’s not too much trouble, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions I have.”

I nodded.

“Sure, I don’t mind. But first, strip.”

My mother’s eyes widened comically.

“What?” she croaked.

“Strip. It means, take your clothes off right now,” I said.

Mom fidgeted in her seat.

“I know what it means, but surely you can't-”

“I can, Mom. Now, are you going to go against your duty?”

“No!” she blurted out, a look of intense outrage crossing her features. “I’d never go back on my responsibilities. Not in a million years. That’s not who I am.”

I leaned back in my seat.

“Well. You know what to do, then.”

Mom licked her lips.

“Do you have to watch me?” she whispered.

I rolled my eyes.

“Of course I do. It’s actually immoral for you to hide your body from me. I wouldn’t want to put you through something like that,” I said.

Mom’s mouth opened and closed.

“Ah, I - okay. Yes, that makes sense. Thanks, John,” she smiled slightly. “You’ve been surprisingly thoughtful lately.”

“I do my best,” I said. It was almost impossible not to laugh. To cheer. Here was my mother, admiral of the Alliance Navy. She’d survived hundreds of engagements, been responsible for the deaths of thousands in battle. She could scorch planets with but a single word from her lips, yet here she was, dancing to my tune. If this was the power the pen afforded me, I would have the entire galaxy prepared for war, working together to give the Reapers a proper welcome when they finally arrived in the Milky Way. And in the meantime, I’d partake in the spoils. A small price for the galaxy to pay for my saving it from its own shortsightedness and stupidity. If the Alliance and Council had treated Jane’s warnings with the seriousness they deserved, maybe she’d still be alive.

“I’ll say.” Mom reached behind her back. I heard a zipper being dragged downward. She lowered her hands down her back and then brought her hands back up, parting her jumpsuit around neck and shoulders, exposing her creamy white skin that probably hadn’t seen natural sunlight for months before we’d landed here.

She stood up and slowly peeled her jumpsuit downward. I stared as my mother revealed her chest, and I did my best to memorize every inch of her skin. A dark navy bra covered her huge breasts. Her titflesh looked like it was ready to burst free of them. Her stomach was slightly chubby, though that was to be expected considering how soft and voluptuous her body was. She bent down towards me to lower her jumpsuit down her legs, giving me a fantastic view of the valley of her breasts. Too soon she stood back up again and stepped out of her jumpsuit.

My eyes flicked down to trail over her prodigiously thick thighs. I wanted her to turn around and show me her ass, but I was distracted by her hands going behind her back again as she unhooked her bra and dropped it on my desk, like an offering. Her massive breasts tumbled free. I nearly gaped at their sheer size. They were larger than even Samara’s! How she managed to cram those absolute melons within that skin tight jumpsuit of hers seemed to defy the laws of physics.

Her eyes avoided mine as she hooked her deft fingers in the waistband of her matching blue panties and pulled them downward, bending over slightly to do so. Her dangling breasts swayed in front of me as she did so. Moments later, she stepped out of her panties and looked at me again.

“John,” she whispered softly, confusion and discomfort brimming in her gaze.

I shook my head, realizing I’d been staring at her. I almost looked away by instinct before I’d stopped myself. I didn’t have to look away any longer. The normal rules between mother and son no longer applied to me.

“It’s completely moral for me to look at your naked body for as long as I want, any time I want.”

Mom shifted her stance slightly. She let out a deep breath and nodded, a small, serene smile on her face.

“You’re right,” she muttered. “You can look at me as much as you want. I’ll never try to hide my body from you. You deserve to see it.”

Damn right I did.

“You don’t have any authority over whether or not you’re dressed. That’s something only I can decide. Understood, Mom?”

Mom nodded immediately. Compliantly.

“Perfectly,” she said, and licked her lips.

“What do you think about ****, Mom?” I asked bluntly, out of the blue.

Mom’s face scrunched up in distaste.

“I think it’s fucking disgusting. People who have sex with their own family members obviously have something wrong with them.”

“But you’re naked in front of your own son,” I pointed out.

“So? There’s a big difference between having my clothes off and… and having sex with you. It’s completely moral and correct for me to be naked in front of you.” She nodded to herself, as if she completely believed what she’d said.

“Actually, Mom, **** is completely moral, especially when it involves a mother and her son.”

Mom’s pupils dilated. She stood still for a few moments before she blinked.

“Yes, you’re right. Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Of course there’s nothing wrong with ****. If family members want to have sex with each other, it’s not my place to judge.”

My erection strained against my pants. Fuck, I’d had enough. I reached down and unzipped my pants, grabbing hold of my cock and pulling it out.

Mom’s eyes widened with alarm. She took a step back.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking my cock out, what’s it look like? There’s nothing immoral about you being in the same room as me while I do that. In fact, it’s your duty to accept me if I decide I want to take my clothes off.”

She shuddered slightly and let out a soft sigh.

“Right,” she croaked. Her eyes fell to my cock, widening slightly. “Wow, you’re actually pretty big. So much like your father.”

There was warmth in her voice, and she stared at me, I couldn’t help but notice the way her thighs rubbed together. I smirked. This was going to be fun.

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