When the sun rose the next morning, Samaul sighed as he looked at the clock again.  There were bags under his eyes and he looked exhausted.  He’d not slept a wink at all that night.  His mind was too full of questions and possibilities.  The red wingless dragon sat up on his bed and stretched a little before running one hand’s fingers through his black hair.

      After the six hours he’d been pondering it, he’d come to the conclusion that his gift was an extraordinary power that he should keep secret from everyone.  He’d also deduced that his power had activated both times after he’d said “You should” which was strange because he was sure he’d used that phrase in the past at least once or twice without it happening.  He’d tried to come up with a reason why it hadn’t worked in the past… but instead found himself wondering if he’d ever actually used that phrase at all.  He couldn’t recall.  He wasn’t the kind of person to tell people what to do, so that might be why his power hadn’t activated until now.
      
      He couldn’t help but chuckle at that thought though.  Now that he had inkling that he had a power that made people do what he told them to, he would probably become the type of person that ordered people around.  Like his dad.  Sam frowned when that thought occurred to him.  He remembered that his dad had been pretty bossy too, but Sam had grown up always doing what he’d… been… told…  His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped at that revelation but then he immediately shook his head, dismissing the idea.  There was no way his dad had possessed this power too because if he had, he wouldn’t have died… Right?
      
      With that depressing thought, Sam stood and dressed for the morning.  He couldn’t hear his mother up and about, and wasn’t surprised to find her not awake.  She’d usually have just gone to bed right about now so she probably wouldn’t wake up until almost noon.  Thinking about what he’d suggested for her to do, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it had been wrong of him… and yet he didn’t feel bad about it.  Had he always been this selfish?
      
      He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, retrieving the jug of milk and pouring himself a glass just as he heard his mother’s bedroom door open.  “Morning,” he called out and took a sip of his drink as she slithered into the kitchen looking just as tired as he was.
      
      “I couldn’t sleep a wink,” she told him and he quirked a brow at that.  He had sworn that he’d told her not to complain but even his sleep deprived mind understood that she hadn’t been complaining but rather explaining why she was awake.  It seemed his power was more complex than he’d thought.
      
      Or maybe he’d imagined it?
      
      “Neither could I,” he told her with a sigh as he set down his glass and put the milk jug away.  “It was too weird, going to bed so early.”  When she nodded and slithered over, picking up his glass and swiping a sip of his drink, he smiled a little.
      
      “I’ll start on the waffles if you’ll make us some coffee.  We’ll need the ‘get up and go’ if we want to get through the day without being zombies,” his mother told him and he nodded in agreement.  Though as he walked over to the coffee pot on the other side of the kitchen, a thought occurred to him.  He turned his gaze back to her, seeing her wearing once again only his father’s old white shirt which she wore apparently every night as a gown to bed.  He had to make sure he wasn’t imagining last night.  He had to be sure that he really did have this power.
      
      “That’s one of dad’s old shirts right?” he asked and she nodded and replied that of course it was and she’d told him that last night.  With his heart skipping a beat before starting to race, he waited while she lowered down and searched for the cast iron skillet before saying, “It would be a shame to get it dirty.  You should wear an apron instead.”  Though he’d meant for her to wear an apron over the shirt, the ‘instead’ had slipped out without him realizing it until it was already too late.  His heart went still as he waited and sure enough, the second he ended his sentence, the robotic voice spoke inside his head.

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 19!  Roll Successful!

	“Yeah, you’re right,” she replied, lowering her emerald snake eyes to her shirt as she rose up.  Without so much as a slight hesitation, she turned her back to him and pulled the shirt up over her head.  Though her back was to him, she was angled to the side enough that he could just make out a little bit of side boob as she folded the shirt and laid it upon the counter before pulling out an apron from one of the drawers near the fridge.  He watched because he couldn’t look away as she put the loop over her head then went to tie it behind her back.  She struggled a little before admitting, “I’m a little too tired to be coordinated enough for this… Tie it for me?”

	When had he popped a boner?   Probably the second she’d taken her shirt off, but now it was definitely a rager as he walked over and with trembling hands, tied the cords of her apron behind her back.  It took him a good minute before it was tied but once it was, she thanked him with a smile and without looking at him, went right back to what she was doing as if the ‘naked apron’ look was totally natural.

	It took all the king’s horses and all the king’s men to force him to go back to the coffee pot again, but once he arrived, he had his back to her, his hands trembling as he stared at the pot.  Holy fucking shit he hadn’t been imagining it.  It was real, it was powerful and he knew how to use it.  His lips were dry, so he licked them, his mind and heart racing.  “You gonna make the coffee or you going to stare at it all day?” his mother asked, turning towards him, which he could see in the reflection of the glass of the coffee pot.

	He jumped a little and mumbled an apology before quickly setting up the coffee to brew.  Soon enough the smell of coffee and pancakes filled the air and he had returned to her side, slightly calmer than before.  “I thought you were making waffles?” he questioned lightly and she shrugged as she flipped the current pancake over.

	“I decided pancakes would be easier to clean up after,” she told him and he couldn’t help but nod.  Besides, he couldn’t recall where the waffle iron was.  Actually, he couldn’t remember them even owning a waffle iron.  Confused for a second, he opened his mouth to ask but then saw it on the counter near her folded shirt.  Weird.  Maybe he’d just seen it so often that it became a part of the background to be forgotten.  “I think I’ll do some spring cleaning this week until I can go back to work.  The apartment is getting a bit crowded… and it’s probably time to get rid of the last of your dad’s old stuff,” she told him, watching the pancake cook.

	He meanwhile had turned his gaze to the fantastic side boob he was being treated to.  He wanted to see her boobs fully, but recalling last night where he’d rolled a 3, he wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.  Sure, that suggestion had been a ‘guaranteed success’ but his gut told him if it hadn’t, he would have failed.  He wasn’t sure how, but he knew his power had a chance to fail.  He had to experiment with little things, had to figure this shit out before he asked for something big like that.  What would happen if he failed a dice roll, for instance?

	“You okay? You look a little… spacey?” she asked, looking confused, the overhead light glittering off her golden and yellow scaled skin of her bald head.  He blinked and raised his gaze to meet hers, his orange gold eyes meeting her emerald ones.

	“Yeah sorry.  I think I might need that coffee more than I first thought,” he told her and she gave a small giggle, patting his chest.

	“There should be enough in the pot now, so why don’t you pour us some while I fix our plates,” she suggested and he nodded, going to do what she asked, carefully stepping over her long tail to get to the coffee pot.  He fixed them both a cup of coffee with sugar and milk from his earlier glass that he’d momentarily forgotten.

	With coffee and pancakes in hand, the two of them retreated to the couch and sat together with her still wearing the apron.  A few sips of his coffee and he felt sooo much better.  More awake, and more focused.  His cock was certainly awake, that was for sure. Time to experiment.  He looked to her as she picked up her cup of coffee and quickly said, “You should let it cool down a bit before you drink it.”

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 18!  Roll successful!

	“Yeah.  I’d rather not burn my tongue,” she replied immediately and placed the coffee cup back down, instead turning to her waffles to eat.  Another successful roll, which was good and all, but he needed to know what happened if he failed.  His mind was letting him down though, as he couldn’t readily think of another command to give- at least one that was small.  But right as he was about to give up, he watched her reach for her coffee cup again and noticed the remote next to it.

	“You should hand me the remote,” he ordered and watched once more as that red twenty sided dice with its darker than black numbers roll in his mind.

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 8!  Roll Successful!

	“Okay honey,” she replied easily and picked up the remote instead of her coffee and handed it to him before immediately reaching down and picking up her coffee cup.  It had cooled a little by now, by his guess, so she was still obeying the suggestion he’d given her earlier.  He breathed a small sigh of relief as he turned on the TV.  Other than the 3 last night, 8 was the lowest he’d rolled to this point but it was still a success.  Good god, how many more commands would he have to give to figure out where the line between success and failure was?

	Looking over at her, taking in her side boob and feeling his cock ache, he knew his dick was about to hate him but he had to figure something out.  Last night, he’d told her to wear whatever she felt most comfortable in while she was in the apartment, but this morning he’d told her to wear the apron instead of his father’s old shirt.  Was it a complete overwrite, or would she change back into his dad’s shirt as soon as the apron was uncomfortable for her to wear?

	“Are you comfortable just wearing the apron?” he asked her curiously and she looked down at it, picking at the bottom hem of the apron before adjusting it over her tits to keep them covered.

	“Not really but it was a good idea to wear it while I was cooking.  I’d hate to ruin Max’s old shirt,” she replied as she rose up off the couch.  “I’ll be right back,” she told him and went into the kitchen while he watched her.  His eyes went wide as she untied the apron on the way and the second she was in the kitchen, removed the apron entirely.  She had her back to him again, but still his cock jumped.  Maybe his little mini-me didn’t hate him after all, even though he was a little disappointed when she picked up the folded shirt and put it back on.

	Though the shirt was thin, it still covered more of her than the apron. He quickly looked away before she turned and made her way back, but now he had cleared that question up.  It seemed earlier commands would be like the groundwork while later conflicting commands would be temporary.  He wasn’t stupid enough to think that this wouldn’t cause issues later… he was too tired to think it.

	When she sat next to him again, he slipped his arm around her, something he’d been afraid to do while she wore the apron.  She easily leaned against him while once again holding her coffee.  “You gonna eat your pancakes?” she asked him, drawing his attention to the fact that he hadn’t eaten them yet.  Nodding, he picked up his plate once more and ate with vigor, trying to think of another command.  He had to be careful what he used his power to do, cause the affects could last longer than he expected.

	After a bit, his mother got up off the couch and slithered away towards her room.  “I’m going to get started on the cleaning.  You clean up your room too,” she told him and he nodded.  He didn’t get the chance to give her a command again until nearly that evening.  They’d spent all day cleaning their rooms, the bathroom and had just finished the kitchen when he finally said, “The sun’s going down.  I can do the living room myself.  You should stop cleaning for today.”

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 14! Roll Successful!

	“Okay.  Hmm… I think I’ll take a bath while you do that.  I stink.  We both stink actually,” she gave a little laugh; “If the bath was big enough, I’d suggest us both bathe together like we did when you were little.”  He looked to her with surprise and she gave him a mischievous grin, “Silly.  I’m just joking.  As it is, the bath isn’t even big enough for me, let alone us both.  Besides, you’re too old to bathe with your old bag.”

	“You are not an old bag,” he immediately disputed, which made her smile softly.  This smile stunned him a little, as it was completely unlike the smiles he’d seen her give before.  Unlike the tired, lopsided smiles she normally gave, this one pulled at both corners of her lips and made her eyes sparkle.  If he hadn’t already known she was beautiful, he definitely would have known now.

	“Thank you, honey.  You’re so sweet,” she replied softly and hugged him before stiffening a bit and pulling back, “And wow do you stink.  Maybe you should shower first?”  Both of them laughed easily at this but ultimately he refused the offer by saying he still had the living room to do.  While she slithered off to go bathe, he diligently went to work on cleaning the living room, straightening up here and there and throwing away random bits of trash he found.

	When she came out of the bathroom, once more only wearing a towel, he was too focused on getting himself into the shower to do more than cast an appreciative glance before retreating into the bathroom himself.  His shower was long and hot and when he finished, he left the bathroom also only wearing a towel as well.  When he came over to sit next to her, she raised protest, “Hey hey, mister! Go put some clothes on.”

	“You should be comfortable with whatever I choose to wear,” he replied easily, without really thinking about it.  He was a little amazed with himself as time slowed and he saw the dice roll in his head.

	Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 17! Roll Successful!

	He breathed a sigh of relief as her expression relaxed from protesting to normalcy.  She replied with an easy, “Okay honey.”  From that moment on, he had the feeling that no matter what he wore, as long as it was something, she’d be totally fine with it.  Being naked though, was different from wearing little, so he was sure that would still cause issues, but for now, he could sit with her in only a towel and she wouldn’t contest it.

	As he took his seat beside her, he reached over and stroked her tail gently below her shirt, causing her to shift a little and give a sigh.  He was about to give another command when he noticed a leather bound book on the arm of the couch beside her.  Something about it caught his interest, probably because he’d never seen it before.  “What’s that?” he asked and she glanced at the book before giving a little gasp of surprise.

	“Oh! I’d almost forgot!  I was going through your father’s old things and found his old journal.  I remember seeing him writing in it but… I couldn’t find the key to open the lock to read it,” she told him as she handed it to him.  The second it touched his hand, his whole body began to tingle with awareness, his vision tunneling on the book.  He didn’t know how he knew, but it was vastly important that he read the contents of this book, and soon, but first he had to make sure she didn’t remember finding it.

	“You should go to your room for five minutes and completely forget ever finding this book and giving it to me,” he ordered, turning his gaze to her.  Please god let this command work!  He’d been wanting all day for a command to fail so he could know what made them fail, but right now, he desperately needed this command to succeed.

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 12! Roll Successful!

	“Okay honey,” his mother replied immediately and went towards her room while he breathed a sigh of relief and left for his room.  He hid the book under his pillow and returned to the living room, planning to read the book later after his mother went to sleep.  While he needed to read it, he hadn’t really given himself enough time to do so.  When he returned to the living room and sat, she joined him as if nothing had happened.

	Just to be sure, he asked softly, “So when you were going through my father’s stuff, did you find anything interesting?”  When she shrugged and shook her head, he smiled slightly to himself.  “Oh okay.  Let’s see if there’s a movie on,” he suggested and surely enough, there was one of the Garry Otter movies on. He wasn’t sure which was on, until the title popped up, but he didn’t care either way.  While the watched the movie, he wrapped his arm around her, hugging her against his bare chest.  Her towel had come a little undone and he was treated to the sight of fantastic cleavage as she watched the film.  She’d always loved the Garry Otter movies and he knew she’d be enthralled by them.

	Heart racing once more and his cock throbbing inside his towel, he whispered by her ear, “You should stroke my cock while you watch the movie.”  Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his heart was thundering in his chest.  He was terrified and excited all at once.  Would his dice roll succeed? Would he really get a hand job from his mother?  Biting his lip while time slowed, he listened to the robotic feminine voice in his head speak…

Convince Ability Initiated… Commencing Dice Roll… 7! Roll Successful!

	His heart nearly stopped in his chest at the number but when it was also a success, he could not help but fist pump instantly.  So 7 was also a good roll, but he knew 3 was bad.  That meant 4, 5, or 6 was the cut off, if he assumed that 1 and 2 were also fail numbers.  Assuming was bad, but so far he had not failed.  “Sure thing, honey,” she replied absently, still caught up in the movie, even while her right hand lowered and started to rub his stiff prick through his towel.  Maybe it was the fact that this was actually happening that kept him from cumming instantly, but whatever it was, he was thankful.  He didn’t want to cum yet.

	Soon her hand snaked into his towel and gripped his firm shaft.  He heard her give a little gasp and watched her bite her lower lip lightly.  “So warm,” she whispered, not taking her gaze off the movie, her grip on his cock soft as she stroked him slowly.  Over the course of the movie, she stroked him gently, slowly, carefully, her fingers bumping over the ridges of his dragon dick and every now and then she’d rub her thumb against the tiny slit at the tip of his cock, smearing his precum.

	He wasn’t sure how he was holding on so long but fuuuuuck was it heaven.  He had relaxed into the couch, panting with pleasure while his left hand rubbed her side.  Her towel had come further undone but still hid her breasts from his view.  When he tried to slip his hand under her towel to rub her side, her left hand stopped him, taking his hand out of her towel.  While she was stroking off his cock because he told her to, she wasn’t comfortable with him touching her under her towel.  He wanted to command her to let him, but his mind wasn’t really focusing on anything other than how he felt with her stroking him.

	Nearly at the end of the film, her stroking grew firmer, and faster, clearly more intent on making him climax.  His body was happy to oblige as his shaft swelled a little, getting bigger and harder while the rest of him tensed up.  “Gonna cum honey?” his mother asked softly and he nodded eagerly.

	“Yes.  I’m gonna cum,” he whispered back to her, his voice breathless.

	“Do it, baby,” she whispered back just as breathless and no sooner had she said that than he lost it.  With a groan, he came hard, spunk shooting audibly out of his prick to splatter on his stomach and all over her hand.  She kept stroking him for the last few minutes of the movie while he panted and tried to reboot his brain.  No sooner had the film ended than she turned to him and stopped stroking his cock.  Her emerald eyes gazed down at him while a small smile played on her lips.  The scales on her cheeks were a little darker than normal, flushed even, and he could see that her nipples were hard and poking against the fabric of his father’s old shirt.

	“How was it?” she asked, “I haven’t given a hand job in years.”  She gave him a playful little smile and he couldn’t help but smile back.

	“It was amazing,” he replied, still breathless, “You should lick me clean.”  He knew it was ballsy to command now but he was completely surprised when her grin widened a bit.

	“Nope.  I’m done cleaning for today.  You’ll just have to clean yourself up, bub,” she said in a teasing tone, and it was then that he remembered his last command from before the movie.  He gave a breathless laugh and smiled.

	“What are you going to do with that sticky hand of yours then?” he asked and she looked at it, giving a shrug.  She made no attempt to clean his cum off her hand, which made him realize that his command had been stronger than he’d thought.  “Here, I’ll clean you up,” he told her, using his towel to wipe his own cum off his mother’s hand.  While he did, he noticed that her towel had fallen off her left breast, exposing her hard, black nipple to his gaze.  His mouth watered and his dick gave a little jump.

	Obviously she noticed his stare but she was slow to cover her breast back up, like she was almost comfortable being topless but not quite yet.  When she fully covered her nipple back up, she whispered to him, “I’ve not seen that look on a man since your father was still alive.”

	“What look?” he asked, his cheeks flushing as he realized he’d been caught, raising his gaze to meet hers.

	“One that says you want to devour me whole,” she told him softly before leaning in closer.  She placed her hand back on his sticky cock, giving him a few teasing strokes before whispering by his ear, “I had forgotten how good it feels.”  It was then that she pulled away from him, leaving him stunned and speechless as she left the room, holding her towel in place with her clean left hand while waving at him with her sticky right hand.  “Good night,” she called to him before going into her room and closing the door.  He heard the lock click even from where he sat on the couch and he couldn’t help but curl a fist and punch himself in the cheek lightly.

	“Damn… I could have fucked her if I’d not been too stunned to talk,” he mumbled with amazement, and knew that his home life from now on would be god damn exciting.  He cleaned himself off with his towel before going into his bedroom and lying on his bed.  He could feel the book under the pillow but exhaustion finally set in and he was out cold without even attempting to look at the journal.