AUA: Think of something odd but simple to ask her to do

From Create Your Own Story

You have a hard time believing what your mother said, even though you don't know why she'd lie to you about something like that. You can't quite accept the idea of being in near-complete control. The only thing you can think to do is test it out by making her do something she'd never normally do. You struggle with ideas until something suitably mundane yet odd enough to prove her words occurs to you.

"Mom?" you ask.

Without pausing her computer game, she answers, "Yeah sweetie?"

"Could you, um..." you start. Your courage wavers a bit, but you started that sentence, so now you have to finish it. "Could you organize my sock drawer?" It was stupid, but brilliant. Neither of you ever bothered to pair your socks, just tossing them into the drawer and digging out a pair as you needed them. Since you'd never done it before, and especially never seen her do it to yours before, it was the perfect test.

Sarah pauses her game, turning to look at you, pursing her lips as if to ask "Why", but a look of realization dawns on her face. She rolls her eyes and smiles at you, getting up and saying playfully, "Yes, master."

Despite knowing she realized what you were doing, you still sat there and waited for her to go upstairs before following her. You peek into your room and watch her carefully sort through your socks for a few moments, pairing them up as she went along. You duck back downstairs quietly, getting back to your cards. But your mind isn't on those anymore. Finally the weight of the situation was beginning to become apparent. See a thing you want in the store? She'll buy it. Want a specific dinner? She'll make it. Want her to do a chicken dance? She has to do it.

"Okay," Sarah says and she steps gracefully off the stairs. She stands in front of your seat on the couch, hands on her hips. "All done. Believe me now?"

"Y-yeah, I really do," you say, smiling back at her.

"Good," she says, leaning forward and running her hand through your hair. You get a good look at her generous cleavage thanks to her deeply plunging neckline. There's a pulse of life in your shorts as naughty thoughts begin to flicker to life in your head, things you hadn't initially considered when she told you about this deal. Temptation rises in you, exacerbated when she says "Anything else you want?"

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