Jeff glanced up as his Mom walked past his door to the top of the stairs.
"Carol? Did you run my delicates through the dryer?" His Mom called out.
"No mom, air fluff only. Why?" Carol shouted from downstairs.
"Well I must have ended up with some of your bras then, because they sure don't fit me!"
"Weird! Okay, toss 'em on my bed, I'll put them away after dinner. Which is nearly ready if Jeff will get his butt down here and set the table!"
"We'll be down in a minute." Jeff's mom answered, then hurried back into his room.
"Alright, you heard your sister. Lets get rid of these." Jeff's mom stared sternly at her son and held up her manacled wrists.
"Sure thing Mom, one sec." Jeff reached over and unchecked the "Unaware" box, then clicked Save. His mom gasped as the manacles turned into buttery looking gold bracelets studded with diamonds. Her slave collar became a matching necklace with a teardrop diamond pendant, and the anklets became regular diamond studded jewelry as well.
"My god Honey, these must be worth a fortune!"
"Well, I hope you'll enjoy wearing them." Jeff watched his mother examine her new treasures, and enjoyed the sight of her her sweater puppies straining to get loose.
"Oh! Could you have the computer make this sweater fit right? I think it must have shrunk somehow." She glanced over, frowning at the monitor.
"I'da know Ma, I think you look pretty sexy with your tits on display like that." Jeff smiled widely. "Heck, if you don't like how the sweater fits, just take it off! Who cares if you go topless in your own home?"
"Jeffry! That's, well.." she looked down at herself, then up at her son in confusion. "Do you want me to take it off?" She squirmed, somehow managing to make her breasts bulge even further out of her top, though the edge caught on her erect nipples before they could slide fully into view.
Jeff's stared at the reddish pink half-moons of his mother's aureola peeking out at him. "No, the sexy look is fine--for dinner. He looked his mother in the eyes. "But ask me again afterwards."
"Yes Jeff." His mother swallowed convulsively. "Honey? Did you make some changes o-other than my jewelery? Only, I seem to be really concerned with pleasing you--"
"Don't think about the Chronovac. Or talk about it. or touch my computer, or let Carol touch my computer."
"I, okay Jeff, I'll try not to." Jeff's mom smiled uncertainly.
Why don't you go show Carol your new pretties and set the table? I'll be down in a minute."
"Sure son, no problem!"
Jeff smirked as his mom headed downstairs. He clicked over to the mental tab and hunted for the change he'd made earlier. 'Do what she thinks is right' had dropped to number 6 on the list, and while Jeff wasn't sure, he thought the graphs looked different. He pulled up the data recorded earlier when his sister headed downstairs to start dinner. Her priorities were pretty predicable: 'Do her best in school' 'excel in her hobbies' Jeff scanned the list, noting the first family priority came in the teens. "Jeese Sis, self-centered much?" Jeff scrolled back to the top and added "Does whatever her brother wants her to" as #1, clicked the unaware checkbox and saved the settings.
"Honey? do you want us to start without you?"
"I'll be right there!" Jeff called and logged out of Chronovac. Dinner was going to be most interesting!