Dale was already feeling entitled to everything, and was fast becoming annoyed with everything she didn't do. Her apology kept him hard, it felt really good to see his usually vapid mother so docile and eager to please. He clucked, judgmental, with his tongue and shook his head at her. "Well, I don't want that right now." he explained, even though he wouldn't have minded to see what Candice could do with that new mouth of hers. Her amateur handjob had been good enough, and the way she stared at him he expected there to be enthusiasm next time he let her touch him. He didn't even treat his slutty friends this way.<br/><br/>He had a good view of her behind when she went to do what she was told, and he thought the food looked delicious when she produced it, along with the bottle and the glass. He took his time on his phone though, only huffing for answer when she announced that she would be finding herself an outfit. He quite liked her nude, it gave him an advantage when she was bare and he was armored with clothes, but he was also curious to see how his new mother would look in the clothes his female friends liked.<br/><br/>He was scrolling through other women that looked approximate to how Candice looked now. Many of them had been inspiration to his requests to Dr. Laite. It was quite impressive how close to the source material the surgeon had stayed. In fairness, the women on the phone had also gone under the knife to achieve their looks. He had no trouble staying stiff then, and tried some of the food. The forkful was good, she had obviously put in a lot of effort, but he wasn't really feeling the home cooked meal anymore. He let it get cold as he had some wine instead, casually squeezing the base of his free cock. Having been on such a tight leash in this house, he was now reveling in his freedom.<br/><br/>He was, however, pulled from the little screen when Candice returned. His member greeted her with a wave as he looked her over. He remembered who had submitted that dress, and it had been mostly as a joke. She'd worn it once for a themed party, and let him fuck her in it, but mom filled it out much better than the skinny brunette. The two were about equal when it came to vying for his attention, though. To think Candice had picked it out on her own. That said much about her new self-image, even if it was probably more of a consequence of her limited choices. It was very pleasing hearing her so eager to do something for him, she'd always been reluctant to put forward unneeded effort for him before, and he had a few things going through his mind already.<br/><br/>"What, you mean other than this garbage?" he asked, tossing his phone down to gesture at the food, other hand still holding his cock. He picked up the glass and emptied it into his mouth. "I've actually ordered a pizza." he muttered. The meal was good, but he'd rather she think she was a bad cook. Her self-esteem was also his to play with as he chose now. And he'd been in the mood for something cheap, anyway. He ignored her for a few more minutes, sitting through a commercial on the tv as she waited like a whore. As the jingle of the colorful clip sang it out, he turned to her as though he'd been waiting.<br/><br/>"Well?" he asked, expectant. He leaned back and rolled his eyes in disappointment at her. Dale pointed at his cock, as though she was supposed to have known to take care of it already. "Fuck, mom." he bit out. "Your dress says bimbo, but you can't even do that right, and you can't do anything else either. What good are you?" he berated. It was so delicious bullying the woman who wouldn't have given him an inch before. He intended to train her to become exactly what he wanted, so he could expel all his frustrations into her.