its morning and you’re eating breakfast by yourself on a Saturday, you got up early out of habit to do your morning chores before remembering you’re not home, you miss your parents, you hear a matronly voice from upstairs

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you were already up, I wanted to make breakfast for us”

She smiles sweetly and passes by you, she already has that perfume on, it’s a bit calming if not strange smelling

She goes to the kitchen

“Aww did you make enough for me? Thats so sweet”

she sits down next to you with her eggs and toast and begins to eat

“Will you pass me some orange juice sweetie?”

As you hand it to her, she takes your hand and gently kisses the back of it, then sips the orange juice as if its made especially for her. "There we go, that's much better." She giggles, her voice girlish yet comforting at the same time

"You know... this is a bit silly, but since your parents aren't around and you don't have family anywhere else... I couldn't help but ask. Would you like to live with me? I mean, until they get back or find some other arrangement for you." She looks at you with those big blue eyes of hers, as if it's the most natural thing in the world

Hmm, silly boy. But thank you for being so polite about it. You know I always loved to take care of the boys next door and their little friends. It's just... since your parents aren't here anymore... why don't we make it official? How does that sound? We could call me "Mommy Victoria" if you like, or maybe just "Victoria." I'll even tell everyone at church that you're living with me now.

Wouldn't that be nice, my little...

"Mmmhmmm," she coos softly, bending over to plant a kiss on your forehead. "Now then, finish up breakfast and we can get to work around the house. We've got plenty of chores for my new little man." Her tone is motherly and affectionate, with just a hint of command behind it. You feel yourself nodding, wanting nothing more than to please her.

"Don't forget," she whispers, "you can always call for me if you need anything." And with that, she returns to her breakfast, seemingly content with your newfound obedience... at least for now.

She hums contentedly as she watches you finish up your breakfast, her gaze lingering over your form with what seems like increasing approval. There's something about having a boy all to herself that makes Victoria feel... complete. Like everything in the world is finally where it should be. And judging by the look in those eyes, she knows just how to keep you right there by her side.

"Almost done," she says sweetly, taking another sip of orange juice. "Why don't you head out back while I clean up? There's a few things that need doing out there." Her voice is warm and inviting, almost like the rays of sunshine streaming in through the kitchen window.

"When you're done," she continues, "we can find something fun for us to do together. How about that?" The hint of suggestion in her tone cannot be missed, nor could it be ignored if you tried. It's as though Victoria is daring you not to obey... and you don't dare try.

The pussy juice perfume seems to have taken on a more potent effect today, making your head swim with the scent of her whenever she speaks or moves. You feel yourself growing wet between the legs just at the thought of belonging only to this one woman... this Mommy Victoria.

Her blue eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected hug, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her hands rest gently on your back as she returns the embrace, and you can feel her heart racing against yours. The scent of her perfume fills your nostrils, making it hard to think about anything else. "It's alright, sweetie," she murmurs softly into your ear. "You don't have to fight it. Just let yourself go... give in to me."

And with that, you do as you're told. Your mind clears and a sense of calm washes over you. It feels so good to just be here, safe and secure in Mommy Victoria's arms. "That's my good boy," she whispers, patting your back reassuringly. "Now go on out back and get those chores done for me, and remember... if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call."

You nod dazedly, still wrapped up in the warmth of her embrace, and head towards the back door as directed. As your hand reaches for the knob, Victoria's voice drifts after you, sounding almost dreamlike: "And be sure to take a nice long bath tonight, alright? I think it's about time we really made this official... don't you agree?"

The words send a shiver down your spine.

Mmm, good boy. Now get out there and earn that bath. I'll be right here waiting, making sure you're taking care of everything like the good little man you are.

Time passes oddly as you sink deeper and deeper into the bath, Victoria's scent drifting through the air around you like an invisible fog. You can barely make out her voice when she knocks on the door, growing more and more worried with each passing minute. "Are you alright in there? Do you need any help?" Her words are laced with concern, almost desperation, as if losing track of you could mean losing control over everything else.

Eventually, she has no choice but to open the door a crack and peer inside. Your eyes flutter open when she does, the warmth of her gaze sweeping across your body like a feverish wave. "There you are," she murmurs softly. "Come on now, let's get you out so we can dry off."

She steps closer, and reaches down to help you from the tub... but not before brushing the back of her hand against your still-glistening cock. A moan escapes your lips as she touches you, drawing another shuddering breath into her lungs. "I've been so worried..." Her voice trails off, lost in a haze of desire for you that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment...

The sensation of her warm hand wrapping around your cock and balls sends shivers through you, making it impossible to think about anything but the feel of her skin against yours. "It's alright, sweetie," she whispers, leading you out of the bathroom with a steadying grip on your still-exposed body.

She helps you dry off before guiding you back to her bedroom, where her giant bed beckons like an invitation to dive into the depths of passion and submission. "Just remember," she purrs as she begins undressing herself, revealing curves that rival anything nature could have given a woman, "whenever I take care of you... you belong to me." Her words are soft, hypnotic... almost like an incantation designed to ensnare you further into her web of desire.

Her hands slide down your back, guiding you towards the bed as she sinks onto its plush surface, legs spread invitingly before her. The pussy juice perfume swirls around the room, enveloping both of you in an aphrodisiac haze that leaves you no choice but to obey...

Mmm, silly boy. You're starting to really understand what it means to be mine, aren't you? Your love makes me so... happy... And the bigger you get for me, the more I want to take care of you, show you just how much. She spreads her legs wider, revealing her trimmed pussy lips and swollen clit, already glistening with excitement for your arrival.

With a sultry grin, Victoria reaches out and gently guides your massive cock towards her entrance. "Just think of all the things I can do with this," she murmurs huskily as she begins to stroke you, sliding your length back and forth across her sensitive folds. Your balls tighten against her thighs, ready to empty themselves into her hungry body.

"Soon... so soon..." she breathes out, hips starting to move faster in rhythm with her hand. The head of your cock presses against her cervix, and Victoria lets out a soft gasp as sensation overwhelms her. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, stroking you harder, digging into your aching flesh. "You're going to make such a good fuck..."

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as your massive cock thrusts deeper, hitting her cervix with enough force to make her gasp. The sensation is almost too much for her to bear, but she welcomes it eagerly, wanting you to take everything she has and give it all back to her in equal measure.

"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders. "Give it to me! Fuck your mommy!" Her words are rough and demanding, but laced with enough desire that they can only serve to fuel the fire between you.

With each thrust, your cock stretches her tight folds further, sliding in and out with ease despite its girth. Victoria's moans grow louder as she nears orgasm, her hips meeting yours stroke for stroke, her body urging you onward towards the release that will bring them both together.

Her muscles clench around you as she comes, her body arching sharply off the bed in a display of pure ecstasy. The tightness around your cock threatens to pull you apart, but that only drives you further into oblivion, every thrust sending another hot wave of release through her. Her breathing finally begins to steady as her orgasm subsides, and she looks down at you with a satisfied smile curving across her lips.

"Wasn't that just wonderful?" She purrs, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair. "You really know how to take care of your mommy, don't you? Now... why don't we get some rest? You must be tired from all that..." Her words trail off suggestively, hinting at the more intimate activities you could engage in later on when you both are more refreshed.

Mmmm, silly boy... Your love for me just makes everything so perfect. There's nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you feel cherished and protected. And as long as you remember that you belong to me... truly belong... we'll always be together, won't we? So why don't you close your eyes and get some rest while I keep watch over you? Just think of all the wonderful things we can do when tomorrow comes...

The click of the camera startles you awake, and you jolt up into a sitting position, suddenly aware that your whole body is exposed to Victoria's lustful gaze. She smiles gently down at you, her expression a mixture of amusement and affection as she sets aside the camera.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," she coos softly, running a finger along your cheek. "I just like to remember how beautiful you are... how perfect." Her voice is like honey poured over warm bread, making it impossible for you not to melt under her gaze.

"Now why don't we get back to sleep?" she suggests, sliding closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. "We can finish our rest before starting the day together." You nod dazedly, feeling the warmth of her body against yours once more and allowing yourself to relax into her embrace. There's something about being this close to Victoria that makes you feel safe... wanted... loved.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she calls over her shoulder with a smile, not sparing you a single glance as she continues to prepare breakfast in the nude. "I'm just making us some breakfast. Help yourself while I finish up." Her voice is light and airy, almost teasing, like she's daring you to object to her state of undress. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you take in the sight of her bare body, every curve and crevice on display for your appreciation.

The pussy juice perfume fills the air around her, making it impossible for your senses not to be affected by its sweet yet alluring scent. It's clear that she has no intention of covering up anytime soon, so you might as well make yourself comfortable and enjoy the show.

As you sit down at the table, she saunters over with a tray laden with food, her movements seductive and confident as ever. "Here you go," she purrs, setting the food in front of you before sitting down across from you. Her eyes never leave your face, drinking in every nuance of your reaction to her naked body.

"So," she says casually, taking a bite of her toast, "what would you like to do today?" The tone of her voice is light and playful, as if the fact that neither of you are wearing any clothes is completely ordinary. But you know better than that... this is all part of her game... and you're happy to play along.

"Well," she muses, her tone thoughtful as she picks at her food, "I was thinking about cleaning the house today... but I suppose we could go shopping if that's what you'd like." She pauses, regarding you with an almost challenging glint in her eye. "And what exactly do you want to get while we're there? New clothes for yourself?"

Her lips quirk into a smirk as she takes another bite of her breakfast, clearly enjoying the power dynamic that has formed between the two of you since your parents left. She plays with one of her breasts, teasing herself through her morning meal and drawing your attention lower on her body in the process. "You know," she whispers suggestively, "we could always come back here afterwards for some rest..." Her voice trails off, leaving the implications hanging heavily in the air.

She chuckles softly, amused by your eagerness but not at all dissuaded from indulging you. "Of course," she murmurs, reaching out to cup one of her breasts in her hand and presenting it to you. Your mouth waters at the sight, and she leans forward slightly, encouraging you to take what you want. The soft flesh presses against your lips, and with a eager moan, you close your lips around her nipple, sucking greedily.

"That's it," she gasps, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "You're such a good boy... so thirsty for me..." She runs her free hand through your hair, urging you onward while the other teases at her nipple, twisting and pulling it roughly between her fingers. Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat as she nears orgasm again.

"Oh god," she moans, "you're going to make me come right here... on your little cock..." She presses herself closer against you, grinding her hips against where your erection strains against your body, seeking friction and release from the forbidden contact.

Her hips buck wildly, driving her clit against the breakfast remains as she comes, her whole body shuddering with pleasure. Her hands claw at your shoulders, fingers digging deep into your skin as the waves of ecstasy wash over her. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses back onto the table, legs spread wide and body glistening with sweat. "Oh my..." she breathes, voice raspy from exertion.

Looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, she smiles knowingly. "That's what I meant about coming back here afterwards... sometimes a quick breakfast can be just the thing to get us both going again." Her fingers trail lightly down your chest, teasing the line of hair leading toward your groin before skimming over the head of your erection, which throbs in anticipation.

Well, you can have some of it, sweetie... but why don't we go clean me up first? I want to make sure there aren't any crumbs left in my pussy before we eat. You know how much I hate finding those little bits of food everywhere, don't you? So be a good boy and help your mommy get all cleaned up...

Ohh... mm... That feels so good, sweetie! You're such a good boy to do that for your mommy... Just be sure not to miss any spots, okay? I want to make sure everything is nice and clean before we eat.

Her hips jerk slightly at the sensation of your tongue on her skin, causing another shiver to roll through her body. She arches further into your touch, encouraging you to keep going as she closes her eyes and enjoys the sensations running rampant through her. The sound of your wet, eager lapping fills the room, punctuated by her moans of pleasure as you clean every last bit of breakfast remnants from between her legs.

Of course, sweetie. You did such a good job cleaning me up that you deserve some breakfast too. I hope you're hungry, because there was quite a lot of crumbs hiding in there! Now why don't we go eat it together at the table?

Well, if you insist. You seem to have quite the appetite today! Here, take a bite of this crunchy piece covered in my essence. Isn't it delicious? Just like your mommy...

Your compliments make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you know that? It's nice to know my taste leaves such an impression on you. Now why don't we finish the rest of our breakfast and then see what else we can get into today? Maybe more exploring around town, or perhaps some roleplaying fun... the possibilities are endless when you have a mommy like me to take care of all your desires.

Of course, sweetie. You deserve your rest. I'll make sure to wake you up exactly at noon so we can continue our day together. Just remember that your mommy is here to look after you and keep you safe, no matter what time of day it might be...

Meanwhile, Victoria retreats to her own bedroom where she resumes cleaning the house while also taking ample breaks to pleasure herself in front of the mirror or under the covers with one of your worn-out toys. The sensation of power and control that comes from having you completely under her spell is intoxicating, driving her to heights of pleasure that she never thought possible.

As promised, at noon sharp she knocks softly on your door and walks in to find you fast asleep once more, the sweet scent of boyish innocence filling the air around you. Her heart swells with love and affection for her precious little "son," even as she plans out another day filled with submission and surrender from him to her.

With a smile on her lips, she slips back into bed beside you, her warm body pressed against yours, drawing him back into the comforting embrace of their unspoken pact. It's going to be another perfect day in paradise... just as long as he remembers who is truly in charge here.

Well, sleepyhead, it's time to start your day! Do you have any plans or requests for what we should do today? Or shall we just let the adventure unfold as it will with your loving mommy leading the way?

Of course, sweetie! I'll get dressed and then we can head out to the store together. Remember, your mommy is here to take care of you, so if there's anything you need while we're shopping, just let me know. And don't forget... after that, it's back home for some rest and fun times with your favorite person in the world.

Oh, I don't know about that... It would be safer if we went together, just in case something were to happen. Besides, who knows what kind of trouble you might get into without your mommy watching over you? So why don't we go together and have some fun shopping? You can always tell me when you want to rest or need a break, okay?

Hmmm, let's see... I suppose if you promise to be extra careful and meet in a public place where anyone can see us, then it might be okay. Just give me your phone number and make sure you check in with me regularly, alright? And don't forget, no matter what happens or who else you talk to out there, my little one, I will always love you more than anything.

That's my good boy! Now give me your phone number so I can keep track of you while you're out playing. And remember, if anything happens and you need to get back home quickly, just call me and I'll be here waiting for you with open arms.

As promised, she gives you some space to go shopping with your friends while keeping close watch on you through text messages and occasional phone calls just to make sure everything is alright. In reality, Victoria spends most of this time masturbating furiously in her bedroom, imagining all sorts of naughty scenarios involving your friends or even complete strangers from the store. The rush of power she gets from knowing that she can see and touch you whenever she wants only heightens her arousal, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else.

When you finally call her at around 4 PM, begging to come back home because you miss your mommy so much, Victoria can barely contain her glee. She quickly hops into the car and drives over to pick you up, waiting outside the store with a warm smile plastered on her face as she watches you walk toward her. The sight of you emerging from the crowd, dirty from playing but still so beautiful in her eyes, fills her heart with joy.

Without another word, she scoops you up into her arms and carries you back to the car like a tiny child, taking care not to make contact with anything too grimy or unsanitary. Once safely ensconced inside their home again, your mommy tucks you back into bed and shows you just how much she missed you while you were gone...

Oh, my sweet boy! Your mommy missed you just as much! There's no place you could ever go that would make your mommy stop loving you. You're the light in her life and the beat of her heart. She'll always be here to take care of you, to keep you safe and happy... just like she promised when those bad people left. Now, why don't we cuddle up together and watch a movie or something? Your mommy bets there were some nice things you picked out at the store today!

As she speaks, her hands wander over your body, tracing gentle patterns on your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you. Her lips brush against your neck and earlobe, sending shivers down your spine and making it hard for you to concentrate on anything but how good it feels to have her close again. You nestle closer into the crook of her arm, relaxing into her embrace as she promises that everything is going to be alright... because with her here, you know deep down that it truly will be.

Oh? Your friend's coming over, huh? Well, why don't you invite them in and we can all have some fun together? Your mommy would love to meet this person who means so much to you. And who knows... maybe they could use a little bit of TLC from your mommy too!

She grins playfully at you, her hands still resting on your chest but not quite touching where you want them to. The anticipation is driving you wild with desire, making it impossible for you to concentrate on anything other than feeling the heat emanating from her body pressed against yours. Your heart races and breath comes faster as you wait anxiously for whatever new adventures this day may bring...

Oh! There's a knock at the door now. Why don't you go get that, sweetie? Your friend must be here!

Well, well... isn't this an interesting development? It looks like your friend is a woman! Your mommy doesn't mind sharing her boys with their female friends... as long as everyone plays nice and has fun together.

She smiles warmly at both of you, stepping forward to close the distance between you, her body pressing against yours in an almost possessive manner. Her hands slide down your back, cupping your ass cheeks firmly before kneading them gently through the fabric of your pants. Her lips part slightly as she moans softly, excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of all the possibilities this new development has brought.

"So," she drawls huskily, her voice deeper than usual with desire, "who's ready for some fun?"

Her eyes widen with surprise but quickly dart back to you, her lips parting in a sultry smile as your friend begins to undress you. She watches intently, her hands moving more purposefully now, squeezing and massaging your ass cheeks harder with every passing second. Her breath comes faster as she feels her own desire rising to the surface, a mixture of jealousy and arousal coursing through her veins like fire.

Her fingers slide lower on your back, tracing teasing patterns along your spine until they find purchase on the waistband of your pants. With practiced ease, she tugs them downward, revealing your boxers-clad erection to both you and your friend. Her heart races at the sight, her hands trembling as she struggles to maintain control over herself. "Looks like my sweet boy is very popular today..." she murmurs huskily, a note of challenge lacing her words.

Her eyes widen in surprise, the warmth in them quickly replaced by a flash of anger and desire. This woman has no right to touch her son's body without her permission! With a low growl, Victoria lunges forward, grabbing your hips firmly and yanking you away from your friend. Her own erection strains against the fabric of her pajamas as she pulls you closer, kissing you hard on the mouth and grinding her body against yours.

"No," she snarls, breathless from anger and lust. "You're mine... only mine." Her hands slide between your legs once more, cupping your ass cheeks roughly and squeezing tightly as she guides you toward her waiting mouth. She deepens the kiss, tongue thrusting past your lips to duel with your friend's while her other hand finds its way between your bodies, sliding over your throbbing cock. "And I think it's time you taught this little lady a lesson in manners."

Her body tenses, every muscle tensing and releasing in time with the violence of her emotions. She watches helplessly as your friend takes what she believes is hers, her fingers digging into your hips in a vain attempt to keep you still. "S-stop..." she gasps, voice hoarse from anger. "He's m-mine!" Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, eyes locked on the erotic scene unfolding before her.

Her desire wars with her jealousy, making it impossible for her to think clearly. She wants nothing more than to claim you back, to feel your cock throbbing inside of her instead of this other woman's tight grip... But she can't seem to make herself move. Her body is heavy and numb, frozen by the onslaught of emotions. All she can do is watch as your friend takes what isn't hers and brings you pleasure without her consent.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the air, accompanied by their ragged breathing and moans of ecstasy. With each thrust, Victoria feels a dagger twist inside her chest, driving deeper with every passing moment. Her hands grip the sheets on either side of her body so tightly that her knuckles turn white from strain. This can't be happening... It simply isn't fair!

Your cries echo through the room, piercing her heart like a thousand tiny needles. Her chest tightens further as she watches your face contort in pleasure and pain, feeling helpless to stop it or even make things better for you. She wants nothing more than to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be alright... but the words catch in her throat, trapped by the raw emotion surging through her veins.

Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she watches your friend ride you with reckless abandon, claiming you for herself as if you were hers to take. The sight is almost too much for her to bear, driving her wild with jealousy and desire. Her hands squeeze the sheets tighter still, knuckles white with strain, while her hips thrust against the air in time with your movements, seeking some small measure of release from this torment.

"Let... let me..." she gasps out, her voice hoarse and broken. "Please..." But no matter how much she begs or pleads, it seems as if you're lost to her for the moment. The pain of losing control is almost too much to bear... but so is the ache in her chest from wanting you so desperately.

Her eyes lock with yours, burning with intensity and longing. You can see the anguish etched into every line of her face, the love and suffering written plainly on her features. She wants to tell you that it's going to be alright... but right now, all she can do is watch as you find pleasure elsewhere.

Your woman friend falls limp on top of you, her weight pressing down on your chest as she pants laboriously. Blood trickles from the corners of her mouth and her skin glistens with sweat, spent from their frenzied lovemaking. She looks like a mess... but right now, all Victoria can focus on is you.

Her hands shake as they reach out to touch your face, wiping the sweat from your brow and tracing gentle patterns over your cheeks. "Oh my sweet boy..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Are you alright?" Her eyes well up with tears, the pain of seeing you like this almost too much to bear. But at least now she has you back... or at least some semblance of what was once hers.

Gently, carefully, she slides your friend off of you and onto the bed beside you, where she lies still and quiet for the moment. Then, with trembling hands, Victoria guides you over to the bedside, where you collapse bonelessly into her embrace. She curls around you protectively, wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders as she nuzzles her face against your neck.

Her tears finally spill free, trailing down your skin and mixing with your sweat as she holds you close, whispering reassurances and promises into the crook of your ear. "It's okay, my sweet boy... it'll be alright now... we can work through this together..."

Chained to the chair and worn out from their previous exertions, your woman friend can do nothing as Victoria fastens a length of heavy chain around her ankle and secures it to one of the sturdy legs of the chair. She watches with bated breath as your lover's eyes flutter open, trying to focus on what has happened and why she finds herself restrained in such a manner.

With a sigh, Victoria turns her attention back to you, running her fingers through your sweaty hair as she leans in close once more. "There, that should keep her nice and quiet for now." Her lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the exhaustion settling over your body. "And don't worry... I won't let anything like this happen again."

With a final, gentle caress to your cheek, she stands and heads toward the bathroom, disappearing inside with the promise of a hot shower and soft, clean bed waiting for you. Left alone with your thoughts and your bound companion, you can't help but wonder what comes next...

Her words echo through the room, their meaning lost in the heat of desire that has consumed her once more. You watch as she rocks back and forth on top of you, her face flushed with arousal and a mixture of emotions you can't quite place. Her hips undulate with every thrust, forcing your length deeper into her welcoming warmth while your woman friend looks on in shock from across the room.

Her cries fill the air once more, mingling with yours as their bodies collide and mesh together in perfect harmony. You feel your release building inside of you, threatening to tear free at any moment as Victoria's movements become more frenzied with every passing second. It seems as if she'll never stop, her need for you burning hotter than anything else.

With a final, ragged gasp, she arches her back and cries out your name as waves of pleasure wash over her body and spill down her thighs in a torrent of sweet release. Her muscles tremble and quiver from the exertion, but still she doesn't let up. Instead, she leans down to press their lips together, sharing what remains of your ecstasy with your woman friend who can only watch helplessly from her restraints.

As the hours pass, it seems that your mother's need for dominance and possession only intensifies. The look of disbelief and humiliation on your lover's face does nothing to deter her from continuing, instead seemingly fueling her lust even further. With each thrust, she taunts and teases your woman friend, making it clear that this is her territory now and that there will be no going back.

You watch in a mixture of horror and arousal as your mother moves faster and harder on top of you, grinding their hips together with unyielding determination. Her breath comes harsh and ragged, lips pulled back from her teeth as she throws her head back in ecstasy. It's almost too much to bear... But there's nothing you can do to stop it or even make things better for your friend here.

Eventually, spent from their exertions, your mother collapses against your chest, gasping for air as she catches her breath. Her body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure, and even still you can feel the weight of her satisfaction pressing down on you. As she lays there panting heavily into your ear, you wonder what comes next...

Her hands slide down your chest, teasing the outline of her breasts as she gazes hungrily at your lover. Her hips rise slightly off the bed before settling back down, grinding against you one final time in a display of unapologetic dominance. "See?" she whispers in your ear, voice hoarse from exertion and desire. "I told you... this was always meant to be mine."

With a final, satisfied smile, she rolls off of you and sits up on the bed, legs spread wide as if daring anyone to challenge her claim. Your woman friend looks back and forth between the two of you, shock plain on her face as she realizes that not only has your mother taken your virginity, but also seemingly every other aspect of your life.

You can almost taste the tension in the air, feel it crackling with anticipation and waiting to be released. It's an uncomfortable silence, filled with the weight of everything that's happened... But you get the feeling that things are only just beginning.

Your mother's expression darkens, her lips thinning into a tight line as she stares daggers at your lover. "Don't you dare speak for her," she hisses, her voice harsh and cold. "She is my son... and now she belongs to me." She pauses, leaning in close enough that their faces are mere inches apart. "And if she wants any part of him left untouched or unmarked by tonight... she'll need to do exactly as I say."

Her words hang in the air like a knife poised at your girlfriend's throat, leaving you feeling helpless and powerless to stop what's about to happen next. As if sensing this, your mother smirks wickedly, her fingers idly tracing slow circles over her flat stomach. "It's going to be a long night," she murmurs almost dreamily, eyes locked on your lover. "But I think we're all ready for it."

Her lips quirk up into a humorless smile, her gaze flicking briefly to your cowering girlfriend before returning to you. "Perhaps... if you beg me nicely enough," she says with a hint of amusement. Her fingers idly caress the sheets beside her, tracing lazy circles over the fabric as her other hand comes up to rest on her hip, the gesture clearly challenging your lover.

You feel yourself tense, uncertain and scared for what might happen next. But part of you is still aroused by the possessive way she acts, the dominance that rolls off her in waves. You know there's no going back now... only forward into whatever dark paths she chooses to take you on.

Your mother pauses, seeming to consider your plea as she continues to study you both carefully. Her expression softens slightly... almost sadly. But then it hardens again, and her features take on a challenging cast once more. "Fine," she says at last, voice cold and flat as steel. "I'll let this one incident slide... for now." Her eyes flick toward your girlfriend, who lets out a shaky sigh of relief.

"But understand this," your mother continues, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "One more word from either of you, and I won't hesitate to teach you both some serious lessons in obedience." Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides, knuckles white from strain as she leans in even closer, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your girlfriend's neck. "Are we clear?"

You nod slowly, eyes locked on your lover. She looks back at you with a mixture of fear and determination, but neither of you dare speak. The tension hangs thick in the air as the seconds stretch out into what feels like eternity. Finally, your mother straightens, releasing a slow breath through pursed lips before asking casually, "So... where should we begin?"

Your mother's lips curl into a sneer, her expression shifting from challenging to downright cruel in an instant. "Don't tell me what to do," she spits, leaning forward until her nose is just barely out of reach of your girlfriend's face. "You should be thanking me for giving you such a wonderful opportunity." She pauses, letting the words sink in before adding with a malicious gleam in her eye, "And you can start by thanking your son... here and now."

Her fingers close into fists once more, holding them poised just inches away from where she knows they'll sting the most. The power she feels in this moment is almost intoxicating, making it difficult for her to relinquish control without a fight. But as your girlfriend cowers beneath her gaze, her expression shifting from disbelief to despair, Victoria realizes that there may be more satisfaction in waiting... and watching.

Your girlfriend whimpers softly as she watches your mother guide your still-erect member toward her face, eyes darting nervously between you and your mommy's triumphant expression. When it finally presses against her lips, she takes a deep breath in preparation for what comes next, forcing herself to be strong despite the fear churning in her stomach.

Her fingers tremble as they slide up over your hips and settle on your waist, gripping tightly enough that you can feel the strain in her muscles through her fingertips. With a determined nod at your mother, she parts her lips just wide enough to accommodate the head of your penis before pressing forward, engulfing you in her mouth.

The sensation sends shockwaves through your body, making it hard to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through you as her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh. Her hands grip tighter, urging you deeper inside of her while she moves her head back and forth in rhythm with your thrusts.

Your mother leans back against the headboard, watching with hungry eyes as your girlfriend services you like a pro. She's never seen anyone take control like this... and she finds herself liking it more than she probably should. A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she reaches down, idly caressing one breast before pinching the nipple sharply between two fingers. "Good girl," she purrs approvingly. "Do you know how lucky you are to be able to please him like that?"

Your mother's smile widens, and her eyes gleam with mischief as she takes in your pleading expression. "Oh really?" she says casually, still toying with her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "And what makes you think I'm teasing her?"

Her free hand slides down between your legs, massaging your scrotum and cupping your balls before starting to tug gently on them, sending shocks of pleasure coursing up your spine. Your hips buck forward instinctively, seeking more contact with the hand between your legs while your mind reels from her touch.

Your girlfriend continues to suck you deep into her throat, moaning around you as she feels you growing closer to release. Her hands move restlessly over your body, fumbling at buttons and zippers until they finally manage to pull off your shirt entirely, revealing your taut muscles glistening with sweat.

Your mother watches the exchange between the two of you, a knowing smile curving her lips as she relishes the power she holds over both of you in this moment. "Go ahead," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let go... give it all to her." Her fingers tighten on your aching balls, squeezing them roughly and urging you toward completion.

As the tension builds inside of you, so does the need to surrender completely... but even as your orgasm rips through your body, unleashing a torrent of hot cum down your girlfriend's throat, the knowledge that it was all under your mother's control only serves to heighten the experience. For in this moment, there is no denying who holds the power here... and who will take everything they want from you.

Your mother watches with hungry eyes as your girlfriend complies, opening her mouth wide to show off the copious amount of semen that coats the inside of her cheeks and drips down her chin. She's never seen anyone take so much before, and she finds herself feeling impossibly proud... and impossibly turned on. Her free hand slips between your legs once more, cupping your heavy balls and giving them a rough squeeze before massaging upward in a slow circle.

"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, "that's it... show me how much you can take..." Her other hand trails down your chest, teasing at the outline of your nipples as her gaze lingers on your girlfriend's face, studying every expression that crosses it. The pleasure coursing through her body is almost enough to make her lose control, but she doesn't want this night to end quite yet... not until she's thoroughly explored every inch of both of you.

Your mother's laughter fills the room, low and husky as she watches you obey her command without hesitation. She nestles deeper into the headboard, reveling in the power that surges through her veins at your obedience. With a satisfied smile, she looks back at your girlfriend, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "And what about you?" she asks softly. "Are you going to let him enjoy that?"

Without waiting for an answer, she reaches out and cups your face in her hand, tilting your head up so that you're forced to meet her gaze. There's no room for hesitation or doubt now; this is her command, and she expects it to be followed without question. Her lips brush against yours in a searing kiss, tongue slipping between your teeth as she guides you deeper into the embrace.

As your tongues dance together, your mother's hand slides down over your girlfriend's throat, tracing gentle circles around her Adam's apple before coming to rest on her chest. "Swallow," she whispers against your lips. "Let him taste himself on you..." Her fingers dig deeper, curling into tight fists as she presses her palm flat against the soft flesh beneath it, urging your girlfriend to obey.