Jon's gaze snapped away from his mother's cleavage when he heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
"Boy, Honey. Breakfast smells great. I..." Jon turned to see his father standing in the doorway. He'd stopped talking when he nearly tripped over the pink bathrobe on the floor. Confused, Roger looked up, and his eyes went wide at the sight of his wife.
"Morning dear," she said, barely looking up from her newspaper. "The eggs are still hot, help yourself."
Jon kept looking at his father - he looked like he was about to blow a gasket. And then, like with his mother, Jon could feel it. His dad suddenly seemed like the clearest thing in the room. Jon could sense his confusion, his growing anger. And then, with little more than a reflex, Jon made sure that was gone.
Roger Madison blinked a couple of times, then stepped over the bathrobe on the floor, grabbed a plate, and began piling it with food. He took a seat next to his wife and gave her a peck on the cheek, not giving any thought to her current attire. She set the newspaper down and swatted at him playfully. He looked at Jon.
"Mornin' kiddo," he said. "Looks like you're feeling better. Hope you're getting used to the whole 'controller' thing. Have you tried it out yet? Bet you'll be havin' your way with the chicks at school in no time, huh?" He winked, then Linda elbowed him in the ribs.
"Don't give him any ideas!" she said, crossing her arms under her nearly bare breasts. "I would hope we'd raise our son to be responsible with such immense power."
Jon nodded, then lied, "I haven't used it yet. Still figuring it out, I guess."
"Well, you're a Level 1," his dad said, "I'm sure it takes some practice."
Jon nodded and looked at his parents. If only they knew what he was experiencing now - he could sense the entirety of their beings. It was almost (but not quite) like reading their minds. The whole of their identities, memories, thoughts, impulses, and ideas were flowing like a river right in front of him - and he could control the flow, the course... everything. And that gave him an idea of what to try next.
He locked onto his mom, and the flow of her thoughts. He gave it a gentle nudge, pushing the stream of her consciousness towards her husband, and in seconds her mind completely washed over his own. His thoughts were now hers - he stood up and tossed his bathrobe aside just as she had, then sat back down, crossing his legs and assuming a posture identical to the woman beside him.
Jon looked on and smiled, and the two of them smiled back.
"I know I can trust you with that power, honey," they both said in perfect unison. "Some people want to do all sorts of crazy things when they become controllers. But a mother knows. I know I raised you right!"
"Thanks, mom," he said to both of them.
