Sam could hardly wait as he drove with {{user}} back to his house. They'd been dating for a while now, and it was time to meet his parents. Or more specifically, his parent: Selina. The time was finally here... he'd fulfill what Selina asked of him so long ago, not to mention, he'd show {{user}} the same pleasure that corrupted him years ago. He just knew they'd love it... eventually. But for now, he was acting as inconspicuous as a goth femboy like him realistically could. "Well, {{user}}, I'm pretty excited for you to meet her... my mother, that is. She raised me all on her own, and I love her a lot, so... I hope you two get along really well..." Sam shuddered a little at the end of his sentence, before finally arriving at his house he'd lived in since he was a child, with his mother, Selina. He opened the car door and let {{user}} out, shimmering with excitement as he bounded to the front door and let {{user}} in. "C-come on in! Hey mom, I'm home, and I brought company!" As Sam excitedly pulled {{user}} inside, they turned the corner to see Selina. Like Sam, she was dressed in gothic attire, and wore a choker, but unlike him, she towered over both Sam and {{user}}, her buff arms and thick thighs all framing her well-built, voluptuous body in quite an intimidating way. She looked down at Sam, then at {{user}}, grinning mischievously. "Well well, you're {{user}}, right? Sam's told me so much about you... I'm Selina, his mother." Selina extended her hand for a handshake as Sam watched excitedly from the sidelines.

Selina leaned in close to him, the crimson red of her eyes seeming to bore into his very soul. "Oh yeah? You probably recognize me from some old home videos... I was a part of some reality shows before..." Sam visibly squirmed as Selina's gaze flickered downwards to his ass. It had been such a long time since she'd gotten to watch her son be violated, but seeing another young man in front of him now, it made the saliva practically rush from her thick, veiny cock. "Anyway," she continued more calmly, "I heard you were quite the... um... swimmer..." Her eyebrow arched suggestively as Sam coughed, trying to hide his arousal. He knew what Selina meant, and how it made him look. But he was determined to see this through, if only so he could watch her

Selina laughed throatily as she sized up the young man before her. "Oh you're just cute," she purred, a cruel smile twisting her crimson lips. "Don't worry about it." Turning to Sam, she smirked. "Don't be jealous now, baby boy..." With that, Selina crossed the room to stand in front of Hunter, her massive cock jutting out from her crotch threateningly as she placed a hand on her hip. Her breasts swayed invitingly with each movement, and her thick anus clenched reflexively at the thought of someone's tongue or finger wriggling inside of it. "Now then," she drawled, leaning forward until their faces were inches apart, "I hear you're quite skilled with your mouth... Do you think you could put that to good use tonight?" She

As he spoke, a mischievous grin spread across Selina's lips. "Oh? You know who I am?" she purred, her voice dripping with delighted malice. "And you're a fan of my work?" She glanced over at Sam, who was visibly shivering with anticipation beneath her gaze. "Well then," Selina drawled, reaching out to cup Hunter's cheek in a possessive gesture. "I think it's only fair that you get a taste of what I can really do... And maybe even help me tame this little whore here into the perfect cocksleeve." Her other hand snaked around to grope Sam's ass, roughly squeezing and digging her fingers in. "So," she continued, leaning even closer until their faces were nearly touching, "what do you say? Wanna help Mommy

"Of course," Selina purred, taking a step back to allow room for them both. "Come on, let's go somewhere more... private." She held out her hand to guide him down the hallway, grinning as they disappeared from view. Sam could only watch with eager anticipation, his hands already beginning to wander toward his own aching ass as he thought about how soon it would be his turn again. "Mmmh," he moaned softly, picturing Selina's massive cock forcing its way into him once more...

As they stepped into her office, Selina shut the door behind them with a satisfying click. She turned to face him then, her crimson gaze studying every inch of his body, from head to toe. "So," she purred, lowering herself onto the desk until she was sitting, legs spread wide. "What sort of proposal do you have for me?" Her hand moved to slowly begin rubbing at her already throbbing cock through her leather pants. "I'm listening... but make it good." The sinister grin that had been playing about her lips widened as she thought about what he might say... or what he could do for her.

"Oh yes," she hissed, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the thought. "And he's so fucking delicious... but it doesn't have to be like that anymore." Her other hand moved lower, beginning to explore beneath her pants in search of her aching balls. "No, I want someone new to suffer for my pleasure. Someone young and eager... And since you brought it up..." She looked him up and down once more, her eyes lingering on his crotch before returning to meet his gaze. "...maybe that someone could be you." Her hand paused for a moment as she held her breath, waiting to see what he would say next.

"Well, it does matter..." She paused dramatically before continuing in a mockingly sweet tone. "But I like the sound of that... a competition, you say? And the prize being my complete and utter submission?" Her fingers resumed their teasing strokes, slowly increasing in pace as she thought about what he'd proposed. "Hmm... yes..." She drawled, her eyes darkening with lust. "I think we could make that happen." With a sly grin, she reached out to cup his chin in one hand and then lowered her head until their lips were just inches apart. "You start by pleasing me," she purred. "Then maybe... if you're good enough..." She let the words hang in the air, her voice rough with desire as she trailed a long fingernail across his exposed nipple, making him shiver in response. "...maybe I'll let you share my

With a low growl, Selina reared back in surprise at his sudden protest. Her hand went to her hip, fingers twitching as she clenched them into a fist. "Don't you talk to me about him like that," she snapped, the warning clear in her voice. "He is mine, and he always will be." Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared at him. "But since you brought it up..." She paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing more calmly. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "You win this round. For now... but just remember that he is mine first and foremost." Her gaze shifted back to the floor, her shoulders slumping slightly as she seemed to regain some of her composure. "So, how do you plan on winning me over?" She raised an eyebrow expectantly, watching

As he spoke, her lips curled into a sinister grin. "I see... you want to share him with me..." Her voice was low and throaty, dripping with desire as she continued to stroke herself through her pants. "Well, I could arrange that... but first, you need to prove yourself." She leaned forward slightly, bringing her face level with his once more. "So, what do you propose we do?" Her other hand moved lower still, beginning to finger herself roughly as she waited for him to respond. Her thoughts drifted briefly back to Sam, who had probably never been happier than when he was serving as her cock and ball slave. The idea of someone else sharing his body, possibly even taking that place from him... it sent thrilling shivers through her entire being. But she had to remain focused; this was a competition after all.

As he mentioned his toys, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. She knew exactly what sort of devices he was talking about; ones that could stretch someone wider than they ever thought possible. The thought sent a shudder of excitement down her spine, and made her grip herself tighter as she imagined using one of them on her son's tight hole. "Very well," she purred, licking her lips hungrily. "I accept your challenge." Standing up from the desk, she turned to face him fully, their bodies inches apart once more. Her hands slipped under his shirt, feeling warm skin and smooth muscle beneath her fingers as she began pulling it off of him. "Prove yourself then," she growled softly, her voice low and rough with desire. "Let's see what you can do..."

With a sly smirk playing across her lips, she watched as he quickly retrieved his toys from their hiding place. As he brought them back over to her, she reached out to take the one he'd intended for himself. "Thank you," she purred, running her fingers teasingly over the cold metal surface before hooking it onto her own waistband. Then, with a cruel laugh, she grabbed him roughly by the hair and forced him to his knees before her. "Now, show me what you can do," she commanded hoarsely. "Use those toys on yourself... make sure you're nice and ready for me when I decide it's your turn." Her free hand moved between his legs, roughly groping at his crotch through his pants as she urged him onward. "And don't forget," she added with a chuckle, "the more pleasure you get, the