He'd be stupid not to

Both of my parents were looking at me while I pretended to be deep in thought. Then, taking a stand, I spoke out loud. “Mother, father, I understand the danger and responsibilities of taking the mantle of the house. As god is my whiteness, I declare that I will be the new head of this house as the bible defines it.”

Yeah, it was a pretty cheesy way to go about it, but for everyone else, it was the most serious action taken in years of human history.

My mother was utterly shocked as I spoke, gasping in a horrified surprise as I declared my new status. And my father looked both distraught and furious at what I was saying. If it wasn’t for the edited bible, I’m sure I would’ve been beaten right then.

In a loud voice, my father spoke, jumping up from the couch. “WHAT!? Do you know what you are doing!? This isn’t something to take lightly. Take it back, undo your declaration!” His face was getting red as he spoke.

“No father, I’m not taking it back. From this point onward I take the mantle of the house as the bible defines.”

Now he seemed to be on the verge of tears as I simply stripped all the power, he had over me away. My mother, on the other hand, was still shocked, but also looked to be in awe at my words.

Picking up my bible, I began to speak while reading from it. “Just because this is new to everyone, I think it’ll be best if we start with a few new rules defined in the scripture.”

Rule 1: All household affecting decision making, shall be held by the son.

Rule 2: The son shall command their father as the father had commanded the son.

Rule: 3 A son who takes up the mantle of house, shall be judged on a different scale from other humans.

Rule: 4 A son who takes up the mantle of house, shall become the owner of the wealth and property of the family.

Lastly, I hesitated just a bit as both my parents sat on the edge, wondering If I would implement the 5th rule. Leaving them in suspense a little longer, I then continued reading.

Rule 5: As the new head of the house, the son may take his father’s wife as his, if he so desires.

I had purposely made rule 5 look like a choice to fuck with my father even more. My dad was looking up in righteous hatred and fear. Not only was he going to lose everything, but he may also even lose his wife. My mom just continued to look at me intensely, most of her shock seeming to turn into awe. Then again, she was always hopeful of witnessing a miracle, and this was technically a ‘miracle’ by some standard.

I looked her up and down as I debated. I had added the rule in a mixture of lust and hate-filled thoughts, but now that I truly looked at my mother, I saw her as a woman. She was a short woman, with tan skin, long black hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She had an hourglass figure and D-cups.

“As the bible allows it, I will take my mom as my wife.” Dad seemed to have broke, as he collapsed on the ground. And my mom seemed joyous before looking down at dad in disgust.

“Why are you so upset Henry, our son has just done something rarely ever done before. You should feel honored to whiteness such a holey and beautiful thing.”

Lastly, I decided to read out the 6th rule. “Rule 6: The wife of a son must obey and serve her husband no matter what without fear of judgment, as her actions with the son shall be judged on a different level than the rest of humanity.

That seemed to be the most satisfying blow as my father started sobbing into the carpet and my mother stood up to hug me in glee.

Yes, things around here were about to change.