On a clear sunny day in Canton, at a suburban house in a shaded tree-line neighborhood, Delia Crooks's husband, Peter Crooks had just gotten ready to go to work, he looked at his sleeping wife, he kissed her good-bye, went out of the bedroom, down the hallway, past their 18-year-old son Mark Crooks's bedroom, went down the stairs, throught the living room, and out the front door, off the front porch, on the driveway, got into his car, and drove off to work.
about an hour later, Delia woke-up, she got up out of bed, went into the master bathroom, turned the water on, She was going to take a shower, she took her clothes off, put the towel on the towel hook, stepped inside the bath-tub, and started taking a shower, another hour later Mark Crooks went out of his bedroom, he went down the hallway to the master bedroom, he could hear the shower still running, he slowly walked toward the closed master bathroom door, he could hear the shower stopped, and someone getting out of the shower, Inside the master bathroom, Delia Crooks put the towel on the bathroom sink, She grabbed a hairbrush and started brushing her wet hair.
Outside the bathroom door, Mark Crooks was still thinking about who's inside the master bathroom, He put his hand on the doorknob of the door, and turned it, He opened the door, Until He saw his mom, Delia, She was still brushing her wet hair, She saw someone standing in her doorway, she wiped the steamed mirror, She was shocked at what she saw, She suddenly dropped her hairbrush in the bathroom sink.
"Don't you even knock?", Delia asked as she grabbed her towel and wrappe it around her body, and walked past Mark.
"I'm sorry, Mom", Mark answered as Delia stopped walking.
"Aren't you going to let me get dressed?", Delia asked.
Mark didn't even answer her, he took a step-forword behind Delia, he slowly moved his hand on her back, until Delia started shaking, Mark leaned over and he started kissing her shoulder-blade while moving his hand on her arm, he slowly moved his hand on her towel, he slowly took her towel off of her, he dropped it to the floor, he slowly turned Delia around, she looked at him, he looked at her, he started kissing her.
He slowly pushed her back toward her bed, he laid her down on the bed, he continued kissing all over her body, while Delia was thinking what is doing heto her.
After he was done kissing all over her body, Mark looked at his mom, Delia, he slowly caressed her shoulder-length blonde hair, he slowly caressed her cheek, Delia felt like is was under his hypnotic spell, she slowly turned her head, Mark leaned over close to her ear.
"I love you so much, you're under my control, you will obey me, do you understand?", Mark whispered into Delia's ear.
"Yes, I understand", Delia replied in a hypnotic trance.
Mark put Delia in a deep sleep.