What wish does he make next?

Punish mom

Jeremy felt angry and somewhat embarrassed after his mom scolded him. And he’s an adult! Why is she trying to send him to his room? It was time to turn the tables. “Mom, I wish you are my ****” Jeremy quipped. Elizabeth turned around, anger filling her eyes. “You what?” She hisses at him.

Jeremy gulps. ‘This better work’ he thinks. “Bend over the counter like a good **** and be quiet.” He orders. At once Elizabeth obeys, though unwillingly. Her ass facing her son, bent over, and she cant move or speak. A few moments of total confusion pass before *smack!* she felt Jeremy’s hand slap against her left butt cheek. *smack* “don’t ever speak to me that way again” Jeremy smirks. *smack smack smack!*.

Elizabeth felt her face and ass turn red. Was she really her son’s **** now? Why couldn’t she disobey him? And what was he doing now that he isn’t smacking her ass anymo- “uhmmm!” She groans and looks over her shoulder. Jeremy is there, a shit eating grin on his face and a spatula in his hand, the handle of it stuck in her ass. “You may continue cooking breakfast now. But this” he gives the spatula a flick “must stay”. Elizabeth nods, still unallowed to speak.