The Mind Controlling Device/(Device) Make Mom dance for you.(2)
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to test your new ability a little more. You touch the device and think; Mom, you want to dance.
You try to think of a good reason as of why would she like to sudden dance, when you hear her humming a small tone. Sound like a song that she may have heard on the radio while having her breakfast. Your not sure if this will be a good enough reason for to dance, but if it is, lucky you, you guess?
As she hums her song, her shoulders start to swing up and down, giving her breasts a small shake. She then gets off the chair, puts down the newspaper, and starts dancing. She turns her back to you, showing you her ass as it rocks back and forth, focusing on it, you can feel your cock struggling to be released from the confines of your clothes. You break off the connection between your eyes and your mother's ass to see the sides of her breasts rock back and forth. You can't decide which is better, her ass or her tits, and wish you had an extra set of eyes to watch both. She then slowly turns back around, eyes closed and lost in her own song, while shaking her hips side to side as are her fine boobs. Locked on to her nipples, your eyes follow each swing they make, as if she's using her body for hypnosis. Looking down to see her pussy, rocking back and forth, you feel your dick throb, crying out to you to set it free. But when she turns to one side, she opens her eyes and catches you staring at her sexy nude body, giving you a great view of her ass and some side boob. She then faces the front at you, placing her hands on her sides before asking you a question.
Mother: "What do you think you are staring at, young man?" she asks in a voice of anger as she sees you staring at her.
You touch the device and think; Mom, you have no problem with me staring at your tits, or anything else for that matter. You see her anger fading away and decide to try say something a little more brave.
You: "I'm just staring at your tits while you were dancing."
Mother: "They are breasts, dear. You shouldn't call them anything else." your mother responds in a disappointed voice.
Grabbing the device, you think; They are tits, and you will let me call them tits or anything else. The look of disappointment fades from her face. But before you forget, while still touching the device, you think; You also let me call your other parts anything else I want as well.
You: "I was also staring at your ass as well, and if it makes you happy, that was a very nice dance you did."
Mother: "Aww, thank you sweetie. Maybe next time, if you well enough and behave, I'll come and dance for you again." She smile at you as she sits back down, returning to her newspaper again.
That was short but well worth it. As well as some other ideas that could be worth it that you have in mind.
