Sleeping with Mrs. O'Brien

The following night is simply the best night of your life. Kelly O'Brien's luscious body is always right next to yours, and it belongs to you. At a moment's notice you can reach out and embrace her, kiss her, squeeze her, grasp her ass, hips, or mountainous tits - or absolutely whatever you desire. You're drifting in and out of sleep, but all of it feels like a dream.

The time directly after the shower was pretty awkward. Kelly had gone to her bedroom and you had gone back to play video games with Andrew.

Neither of you said a word for several minutes. There was no commentary for the digital deeds or slights on the screen. You knew he knew exactly what happened. The squeals and grunts and wails of ecstacy must have sounded like they were in the same room.

Finally, during the extended pause of a loading screen, Andrew burst out. "What the fuck, dude?"

"What?" You replied.

"You know what."

You sighed, "I am the owner of her body. I was just using my own property."

To that, Andrew looked at you incredulously, shocked. "...what!?"

Of course, he had to see the writing in order to have the effect. At that point he probably didn't even know what you were talking about. "Go ask her about it if you want." You said.

"Tsh. You're crazy, dude." He tossed his controller and marched down the hall.

You heard their muffled voices quickly discuss the matter. And then Andrew was back. Begrudgingly he said, "fine, I guess you own my mom's body." But he was definitely upset about it. You awkwardly played games for another hour so, and then - to your delight - Kelly poked your head in to ask where you wanted to sleep. The tone of her voice made it clear that she wanted you to sleep with her. Another instance of Kelly showing you she was as happy as ever to lose her bodily rights to you.

Now all of that awkwardness is behind you, and you feel as cozy and satisfied as possible. What could make life any better? All that you have to do now is navigate through the encounter with Mr. O'Brien. You're positive that he won't cause any trouble, just like Andrew, once he sees the writing.

Although, also just like Andrew, he'll never feel comfortable with the situation. Mrs. O'Brien will always be Andrew's mom, and for now she's Mr. O'Brien's wife. You're considering getting her to divorce him. At first you were surprised by Andrew's apparent disgust about it. When you owned all the food, and the table, nobody seemed upset with you - in fact they unfailingly chastised themselves for using your property without permission. You realize that, in the case of Kelly O'Brien, you only own her body. Which apparently means there's parts of her you don't own. Her personality, identity, devotion, and such are still hers. That means she's still fully Andrew's mom, and wife to his father.

On one hand this is unbelievably exciting.

You imagine Andrew's dad walking in on the two of you, seeing his own wife gagging on your throbbing member... and having nothing to say. He would feel all the jealously of seeing his cherished wife getting used relentlessly against his will - but have no right to stop it from happening.

On the other hand

you wonder...what if someday Kelly grows tired of being owned? Would it still excite you to command her luscious curves when she doesn't want to listen? What would if feel like to only get what you literally ask for from her? No surprising indulgences on her end - just duty. Just a fleshy robot. No... a human puppet. A puppet that contains a real, living, breathing person who fears, dreads, and despises you.

Does the idea turn you on?

You can always decide later.

You think about the sharpie, and marvel at the how effective such a simple power has proven to be.

You could let the sharpie writing fade away, and essentially set her free. Or you could continue using her like an unwillingly ****. You could even write just your name on her, claiming more than just her physical body.

Then she'd have to enjoy being with you, if you tell her to.

It makes you uncomfortable to realize that you can do anything with this power, that you don't have to follow any moral guideline. Once given an option, you probably-

-High pitch squeals announce the symphony of a de-revving car engine, and your thought train comes to a screeching halt.

You hear it park and turn off. Soft, plastic thumps rumble in the night as the door opens and the typical 'door ajar' dinging sound blares briefly before it slams. Footsteps follow.

You can't imagine who it would be. Your mind rushes as it tries to process this potential threat.

Andrew's dad is on a business trip and isn't expected back tonight. As you lay there, thinking of what to do, hoping that the car is actually at a different house and you're just being overly sensitive, the front door of this house opens and shuts.

Shit. If it is Mr. O'Brien, coming home early, he's just going to crawl into bed and find you there and be pissed. You don't want to see the possible rage he's capable of unfolding in the dark of night in the presence of some intruder sleeping with his wife.

You suppose it could also be an actual burglar. That would suck. He wouldn't even care if you wrote your name on every object and person in the building.