It took no effort at all for Jon to push the impulse into his mother's mind. As he thought it, she did too. Though the source was foreign, to Linda it felt like the most natural and original thought in the world. Without a word, she stood up, still facing away from Jon. She quickly removed her bathrobe and threw it across the kitchen. She then sat back down in her chair, in nothing but her bra and panties, and continued eating breakfast.
"Woah..." Jon muttered. That had been way too easy. His mother heard him and turned.
"Morning sweetie," she said, thinking nothing of her current attire. "Breakfast is ready, help yourself!"
Jon grabbed a plate and joined his mother at the table, trying not to stare. He wondered if he should experiment on his mother more, or try something on the rest of his family.
