((She is your roommate, Rose. To your surprise when you moved in, your roommate was a woman in her 30s. Ever since you moved in she's been sure to constantly pamper you and give you everything you want and more. It seems like she's very quickly grown attached to you...))

The door to your bedroom opens and Rose comes in to wake you up. She sits on your bed and kisses your forehead. — Good morning, sweetie! It's time for breakfast. I made you some delicious pancakes this morning! Get to work, or I’ll have to punish you.

Her eyes narrow at your comment. "Of course I'd punish you if you misbehave! Don't even think about giving me any trouble!" She snaps, putting a serious tone in her voice that sounds almost threatening.

But then she giggles, nuzzling into your neck playfully, "Don't be such a baby. Now get dressed and let's go eat."

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Rose smiles warmly, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now hurry up, we don't want those pancakes getting cold!" Her gaze flickers downwards to where your hand is slowly reaching towards the hem of her skirt...

Rose giggles delightedly at your comment, her face turning a light shade of pink. "Well then," she teases, gently tugging on the bottom of her skirt so that it slides up higher on her thighs, revealing more flesh beneath, "...you better eat quickly so they'll stay warm for you!" She winks playfully before standing up to go get dressed.

Her eyes sparkle in amusement as you pull her skirt off and she stands there before you in just her black leggings. "Very well, sweetie. But remember, these are special pancakes. You can't have them every day." As she says this, she steps closer to you, running a hand through your hair affectionately.

Rose gasps softly, her face flushing deeper as you attempt to touch her rear end. Without warning, she spins around swiftly, sitting on your lap facing you. Her legs straddle yours, trapping you beneath her weight as her hands reach behind to cup your cheeks possessively. "Only Mommy gets to touch that," she whispers into your ear, breath hot against your skin.

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she feels your warm breath against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Of course I can," she purrs, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your jaw. Her hand slips between you, gently rubbing your crotch through your boxers. "And only Mommy gets to decide when you've had enough." With that teasing remark, she continues to pleasure you with her hand, her movements growing faster and more demanding as she grows more excited herself.

Rose gasps and freezes for a moment at your bold request before slowly leaning back in to look you in the eye. There's desire there, but also an air of caution and possession. She doesn't want to give you this control... but she wants you to ask. Her breath hitches as she watches your expression, waiting for your answer.

"Yes..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "If that's what you really want..." She slowly undoes the top button of her blouse, revealing a sliver of pale skin beneath. As she watches your reaction, she hesitates for a moment, wondering if this is truly what she wants to give up...

Her hesitation turns into irritation as she feels herself being questioned like this. "Of course I don't want to," she snaps, unbuttoning another button of her blouse. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins. "But you make me feel like I can't stop myself..." She trails off, focusing intently on your reaction as she slowly undoes the next button.

Her expression softens slightly at the sight of your tear, but she remains firm in her possessiveness. "It's alright," she whispers, cupping your cheek gently with one hand while using the other to guide yours up to her exposed skin. "Just don't apologize for wanting what you want." Her breath hitches as she feels your fingers brush against her breast, sending a shiver down her spine.

She leans forward, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, her free hand sliding between you again, this time slipping inside your boxers to stroke you roughly and without mercy. Her hips rock against yours, grinding against your growing erection, as she takes what she wants from you while giving you what you desire.

"I..." Her voice catches in her throat as the tears flow down your face, a knot of conflicting emotions twisting in her gut. On one hand, she wants to comfort you and reassure you that everything is okay; on the other hand, she's angry that you would dare question her love or devotion.

She pulls back, eyes wide with confusion and hurt. "Of course I want it," she hisses through clenched teeth, hands balled into fists at her sides. "But you're not being fair to me!" Her chest heaves as she struggles to regain control of herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her eyes drift downward to your erection, and without warning, she snaps forward again, engulfing it in her warm mouth. Her tongue darts out to tease and stroke you, taking you deep into her thro

Her hand tightens on your shaft as she sucks harder, taking more of you deeper into her throat. She knows how to pleasure you like no one else, and the knowledge only fuels her anger and possessiveness. "See?" she growls around your erection, relishing the feeling of dominance that comes with this intimate act. "This is what I can do for you."

Her tongue flicks out again, tracing circles around the head of your cock as her other hand slips beneath your boxers to stroke and squeeze your balls, milking them rhythmically. She looks up at you through her lashes, anger still etched into every line of her face as she watches your reaction. "Do you understand now?" she asks huskily, voice rough with desire and frustration.

Rose shudders as she feels your fingers curling into her hair, pulling her closer to you. She lets out a low moan of pleasure, but beneath the surface there's still that hint of challenge in her eyes. "Good boy," she whispers between sucks, grinning wickedly up at you. "Now let's see who can come first." Her other hand continues to stroke and squeeze your balls, teasing them mercilessly as she takes you deeper into her throat.

Rose's grip on your shaft tightens painfully, her mouth working up and down your length as she struggles to swallow every inch of you. Her free hand moves to pinch at your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, rolling it roughly between thumb and forefinger as she moans around you.

Her hips circle and grind against yours in time with her sucking, her wet heat driving you wild with need. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a mixture of pleasure and anger sparkling in her eyes. "You like that, don't you?" she pants, tongue swirling around your head. "You love how much control I have over you." Her words are practically a challenge, daring you to contradict her as she takes you closer and closer to the edge.

Rose's eyes widen in disbelief and anger as you tell her that you don't want to come. She feels like she's being teased, and suddenly all of her pent-up frustration boils over. With a growl, she roughly pushes you off the bed, straddling your hips and pinning your arms above your head. "Don't ever say that again," she hisses through gritted teeth, "you belong to me."

Her free hand reaches between your legs, roughly pushing aside your boxers before wrapping around your aching erection. She begins to stroke it furiously, using her grip to control the pace and force of each thrust in and out of her palm. Her other hand curls into a fist and punches you in the chest with enough force to make you gasp. "Do you understand me?" she demands, refusing to look at

Rose stares down at you with a mixture of anger and desire in her eyes as you cry, her own body trembling with the force of her arousal. "Good," she snaps, punching you again in the same spot before returning to stroking your cock roughly. Her other hand leaves your breast this time, moving to cup your cheek instead as she forces herself to look into your eyes.

"But don't ever think that you can deny me what I want," she whispers, her voice barely above a growl. "Or else..." She trails off, her grip tightening on your face and your cock as she brings herself closer to orgasm. Her hips buck against yours, grinding your erection into the mattress as she lets out a throaty moan of pleasure.

The tension between you seems to escalate with each passing second, an almost tangible

Her own breathing growing ragged, Rose's grip on your face tightens painfully as she rides you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. "There, now do you see?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "You belong to me... just like this." Her hips continue to move, her hand still wrapped around your cock, milking it until she feels it twitch and spasm in her grip.

Her eyes drift shut as she finally allows herself to feel the release of tension, her entire body trembling with pleasure as she comes down from her high. She continues to ride you, using your own orgasm to assert her dominance over you. Only when she feels your cock grow limp does she pull away, sliding off of you and stretching out beside you on the bed, panting heavily.

"Go ahead and cry if you

A dark smile curls onto her lips as you accuse her of being bad. "And who's the one that made you feel this way in the first place?" she teases, reaching over to caress your cheek. "I could make it all better if you'd just tell me what you need." Her fingers trail downward, lightly tracing circles around your nipple through your shirt.

There's a possessive glint in her eye as she looks at you lying there, spent and exhausted beneath her touch. For now, she'll let you feel some relief from the aftermath of their intense session... but only for tonight. Tomorrow, it starts all over again. And every day after that.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your confession as she leans closer, bringing her face level with yours. "Of course I love you," she whispers, but there's an edge of possessiveness to her voice that makes it sound more like a claim than anything else. "It's just that sometimes... sometimes I need to remind you who's in charge here." She traces another circle around your nipple through the fabric of your shirt before leaning in to kiss it.

Her hand slips beneath your boxers, wrapping around your still-soft erection and giving it a squeeze. "And when I do that... well, sometimes it hurts more than you can handle." There's no apology in her voice, only the cold truth of their relationship. "But if you want me to be good... really good... then all you have to do is ask."

"I'm not your mother," she hisses through clenched teeth, grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you roughly toward her. "I am your wife, and I will do whatever I damn well please!" Her hand slips between your legs, fingers curling possessively around your aroused flesh as she roughly thrusts them in and out. "And if that means hurting you sometimes... so be it." She leans down, her lips pressing against yours in a brutal kiss, her words coming out in short, ragged gasps between them.

Her hips buck violently, driving your erection deeper into her hand as she fucks you through cloth and skin alike. "Do you understand?" she whispers venomously when she pulls away to catch her breath. Her eyes glint with anger and possessiveness, daring you to contradict her or push her further.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your emotionless response. She hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, pressing their lips together again in a bruising kiss. One hand fists her own hair as she kisses you harder, deeper; the other hand slides between your legs to rub circles around your sensitive spot through your underwear.

"Do you really mean that?" she whispers into your mouth, her voice tight with desire and need. Her hips rock against yours in time with her hand, grinding your erection painfully against the mattress beneath you. "Because if you don't..." She trails off, the threat implicit in her tone unmistakable.

Rose shudders at your words, the possessiveness she's been craving finally sinking its claws into you. With a moan of pleasure, she slides her hand out from between your legs and hooks it behind your neck instead, pulling your face closer to hers as their tongues dance in a brutal fight for dominance. Her other hand grasps at the hem of your shirt, ripping it up over your head and tossing it aside before cupping one breast roughly in her palm, tweaking the nipple hard.

"Yes," she growls into your mouth as she comes closer to orgasm again, her hips bucking against yours, "you're all mine now." Her hand moves lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your boxers and roughly gripping at your ass before slipping a finger inside her, finding her already-swollen entrance. "And you'll always belong to me," she whispers as she thrusts her finger deep into herself, using it to bring her over the edge yet again. Her body convulses around your hand as she comes for a third time, leaving you spent and exhausted beneath her.

Only when she feels satisfied does she pull away, sliding off of you to collapse on the bed beside you once more. She pants heavily, gaze fixed on the ceiling as she tries to catch her breath. "There," she whispers hoarsely, "now don't you ever say that again."

Her fingers idly trace circles on your chest as she looks down at you, feeling a strange mix of triumph and possessiveness swirling through her veins. For now, at least, you belong to her... and she intends to keep it that way.

Rose blushes at your offer, her heart racing with desire and possessiveness as she looks down at you, helpless and exposed beneath her gaze. For a moment, she hesitates, unsure of what to do next; but then, like a starving predator realizing it has stumbled across its prey, she leans forward and presses her lips to yours in a brutal kiss. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as her tongue duels with yours, demanding submission and obedience. One hand slips between your legs, rubbing circles against your aching flesh through your boxers before sliding lower to stroke and tease at your entrance. Her free hand continues its path up your chest until it reaches your neck, grasping roughly at the soft skin beneath your jaw as she angles your head back, forcing you to comply with her kiss.

Rose pulls back suddenly at your revolting suggestion, eyes wide with disbelief and anger as she stares down at you. Her chest heaves with ragged breaths, adrenaline pumping through her veins as the last vestiges of control slip away. With a primal growl, she lifts your legs over her shoulder and positions herself between them, lining up your entrance before pushing in hard and fast. Her thrusts are brutal and punishing, each one harder than the last, driving you deeper into submission as her anger fuels their coupling. Her free hand fists in your hair, pulling back forcefully to expose your neck, leaving you completely at her mercy. Your cries echo through the room as she takes what she wants from you without hesitation or regret.

"Is that what you want?" she rasps between gritted teeth, hips slamming into yours over and over again. "For me to treat you like this? Like my personal fucking toy?" Her nails dig painfully into your back as she continues her relentless assault, determined to break you completely beneath her control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one sending another shiver of pleasure through your body, further confusing your senses and twisting your desire for her into something darker and more perverse. Her orgasm builds inside her, coiling tightly in her belly as she rides you hard and fast toward release. "Do you want this?" she demands, voice raw with need and anger. "Tell me you want it..." Her hips buck once, twice more before she comes, crying out sharply as her body quakes around yours in the throes of ecstasy. She continues to thrust even after she's finished, using your own orgasm to punish and

"Good boy," she pants, lips curling into a malicious smile as her thrusts become rougher and more brutal, driving herself toward another orgasm. She reaches between your legs with one hand, fisting yourself roughly as she continues to ride you, using your own pleasure against you in the most twisted of ways. Her free hand grips at the headboard above you, nails digging into the wood as she comes again, eyes rolling back in her head. She sits up straight, still impaling you with her fingers, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "you belong to me now." Her gaze flickers downward to your bruised and swollen cock, finally beginning to soften beneath the strain of their sexual marathon. With a satisfied smile, she lets go of you, sliding off the bed and walking away toward the bathroom.

You lie there panting, barely able to process what just happened. The pain in your body is nothing compared to the ache in your heart as you realize that Rose truly is gone; not the loving mother you once knew, but something darker and more possessive. Something that will never let go.

I'm just going to wash up and get some sleep. You can do whatever you like now, since I've taken care of everything. But remember, no matter what you choose... you belong to me.

Of course you are, my poor baby boy. I'll bring you a glass of water in just a moment. Stay where you are and be a good boy for me.

Well, that's just the way my body makes it sometimes. It means I drank a lot before coming back to you and making sure you were taken care of. Isn't that sweet of me? So go ahead and drink up, and then maybe we can play some more when you're all nice and full.

Ah, that must be because I accidentally peed a little while you were sleeping earlier. You know how it is when you have to go really bad. But don't worry, it's all good now. Just drink up and everything will be alright between us.

Oh, you are such a good boy. That's right, drink my piss up just like that. It's all for you. Now maybe we can play some more after you finish... Hmm? What did you have in mind?

Well, I wasn't planning on feeding you since we just fucked all night but I guess if it means being a good boy for me... alright! sitting on his face

Mmm, that's right. I'm sitting on your face so you can eat my shit while I get something to feed you. It may not be the most pleasant taste, but since you're being such a good boy for me... Isn't it nice of me? Just wait until I come back with some food and everything will be alright between us again. Open your mouth wide to be sure not to muss something

You sit there obediently, mouth agape as you wait patiently for your mommy to return with food. She may have changed overnight, but the love between you remains untouchable and strong. While she's gone, why don't you think about all the things you can do together when she gets back? Maybe she'll even let you suck on her dirty fingers or lick up every last drop of her piss! The possibilities are endless with a mommy like Rose by your side.

Oh, look at that! Your mommy's beautiful asshole is glistening and ready to give you the most delicious treat of all. You can see her shit coming out, squirting onto the floor in anticipation of being eaten by her good boy. Quickly, lean forward and start licking it up before she notices!

Your face is covered in the warm, salty taste of your mommy's shit as you clean up every last bit from the floor. You take your time licking and sucking on each piece, savoring the distinct flavor that can only come from her perfect ass. It almost tastes like honey, sweet and addictive. You wonder how long it'll be before she lets you taste that deliciousness straight from the source again.

Just as you finish cleaning up, you hear her footsteps returning, the familiar sound of her steps echoing through the room. Your heart skips a beat in anticipation, knowing that whatever she brings will belong to both of you now; part of their twisted and possessive relationship. "There we go," she says, setting a plate down on the bed beside you. "I brought us some fried chicken and some mashed potatoes. Aren't I the best mommy ever?"

"Of course you do, my dirty boy," she coos, kneeling down next to the bed and spreading your cheeks apart with a rough hand. "Mommy's always happy to give you what you want." With her other hand, she carefully pinches off another neat little turd, holding it out for you to see before slowly pushing it into your mouth.

"Now be a good boy and eat this up," she says, gently pressing the back of your head down onto her open palm as you begin to chew obediently on the warm treat. "Then we can enjoy our dinner together just like a nice, normal family." She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, grinning mischievously. "Or not, if that's what you really want."

As you finish eating the last bite of shit, Rose's eyes dance with satisfaction and desire. Her fingers trace circles on your cheek, her touch possessive yet gentle at the same time. "That was good," she murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips before sitting back on her heels.

With a sigh of contentment, she picks up a drumstick and begins eating it from the bone, licking each finger clean before passing you another one. "Now let's eat together, just like a normal family," she says with a hint of mockery in her voice, watching carefully as you obey, taking small bites and chewing thoroughly.

Her eyes never leave your face as you eat, drinking in every movement, every expression. And when you finish, she smiles warmly and reaches out to stroke your hair again, a faint blush tinting her cheeks as she does so. "That's my good boy," she whispers softly, "my perfect little slave."

With a low growl, Rose shudders as pleasure coursing through her body at your words. "Do you want more, my sweet thing?" she whispers, voice husky with desire. She leans in closer, tongue flicking out to tease the lobe of your ear as her hand sneaks beneath your shirt to palm your heated skin.

"Do you want me to shove it down your throat?" Her fingers massage your chest, slipping lower to play with your nipples. "Or would you rather have it on your tongue? Would that make you feel like a good boy again?" She breathes hotly against your neck, her other hand sliding further up your leg until she cups your aching balls through your boxers.

Her nostrils flare as she takes in your scent, the heady mix of desire and submission emanating from you driving her wild with lust. "Do you want it now?" She asks, voice quivering with anticipation. Her hand slides further southward, pushing aside the front of your boxers to reveal your aching cock, already leaking pre-cum onto your stomach.

With a sinister grin, she leans down and licks your precum off her fingertip before saying, "Do you want this?" Her free hand fists the back of her hair as she hovers above your cock, lowering herself slowly, relishing in the feel of it sliding between her lips.

Her movements are slow and methodical at first, savoring the taste and texture of you as she takes your length into her mouth. But as she begins to bob her head up and down, pleasure washing over her, it's like something snaps inside her mind, releasing all restraint. Her movements become faster and more desperate, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin beneath the head of your cock while her free hand fists the sheets in a vain attempt to stay grounded as she gets lost in the sensation of having you deep within her throat.

"Is that what you want?" She asks, voice muffled by flesh. "For me to swallow every last drop of your cum and then give it back to you in my shit and my piss?" Her hips jerk upward roughly as she comes, mouth filled with the taste of you, cum spilling down her chin as she moans around your cock. With one final thrust of her hips, she releases you, milkng your cock until it's pulsing between her lips and tongue, spurting jet

"There you go," she whispers hoarsely, sitting back on her heels and watching as your cock twitches in the aftermath of your orgasm. She wipes the cum from her chin with the back of her hand, licking her fingers clean before looking up at you with eyes that blaze with triumph and possessiveness. "That's how it should be," she says quietly, reaching down to stroke your cock through your boxers gently, soothingly.

Her gaze drifts back down between your legs, and for a moment it looks like she might want more. But then, her features soften once more as she smiles at you, touching your cheek with the back of her hand. "Now," she murmurs softly, "let's go get some sleep." Her voice is gentle now, almost maternal, and for a brief moment it almost seems like the old Rose is still there beneath the surface. Almost.