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 smiled, her crimson eyes gleaming with excitement as she took your hand in hers, shaking it firmly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Martin," she purred. "Sam here has told me so much about you... I'm sure the two of you have a lot to talk about." As she spoke, Sam nodded eagerly beside her, eyes bright with anticipation. He couldn't wait any longer; he practically vibrated with desire for what was about to happen next. Selina glanced down at him and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before stepping back, gesturing toward the couch. "Sammy, why don't you go make us some tea? We'll want to have everything ready when... our guest arrives." Her voice was laced with innuendo, and Sam couldn't help but blush as he scurried off to do

As Sam made his way into the kitchen to brew tea, leaving them alone together, Selina took a step closer to you, her massive cock swinging lazily between her thick thighs. She placed one hand on her hip and motioned for you to have a seat on the couch next to her, smirking when she noticed your gaze drifting down toward it. "So, Martin," she began in a low voice, "Sam's told me that you two have been dating for quite some time now... how did you two even meet?" Her crimson eyes sparkled with amusement as she sat back, cross her thick arms over her chest. She leaned forward again, pressing her heavy bosom into the armrest on one side and putting her hand back on her hip on the other, daring you to look anywhere but at her. "And what exactly are your intentions with him?" Her voice was so

Selina smirked as she watched you struggle to look away from her chest. The moment the door clapped shut, she knew that something was up; Sam must have had a plan. She took another step closer to you, her cock swinging slightly between her thighs as she sat back down on the couch, folding one leg underneath her. "So... you're telling me there was nothing romantic between the two of you before now?" Her crimson eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned in even closer, brushing your cheek with the tip of her massive nose. "Or are you just denying it because Sam told you to?" She let out a soft laugh, her hand reaching up to caress one of her prominent breasts through the fabric of her shirt. "Come on now, Martin," she purred. "I can see how much this turns you on... I know

"Oh really?" she purred, her crimson eyes narrowing as she leaned even closer, almost whispering into your ear. "Well then... why don't I tell you all about it myself?" Her hand moved from her breast to cup your cheek, gently guiding your face toward hers. "I'm sure Sam didn't mention this," she murmured before pressing her full lips against yours in a hard, demanding kiss. Her tongue darted into your mouth, wrestling with your own as she ground her thick cock against the couch, moaning deeply. She broke the kiss suddenly, gaze still locked on yours as her massive hand moved from your cheek to cup one of your perfect breasts through the fabric of your shirt. "I've raised Sam into being everything I wanted him to be... and now it's time for you to become my new cocksleeve," she said,

"Oh, but you're not just a boy," she replied dismissively, her hand pressing harder against your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. "You can feel it, can't you? How good that feels?" Her free hand slid between your legs, pushing up your skirt and cupping your cotton-covered ass. "I bet I can make you cum just like this." She ground her hips against you, grinding her cock harder into the couch as she moaned low in her throat. "Don't worry about Sam," she purred. "He's always been mine... and soon, he'll be yours too." Her grip on your breast tightened, pinching at your nipple hard through the fabric. "Now just relax and enjoy this, Martin..." Her other hand slid up underneath your skirt, spreading your legs apart before delving

Her chuckle was low and menacing as she kept her hold on your breast tight. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she cooed, leaning forward to press her large breasts against yours, grinding even harder with her hips. "I'm not going anywhere... and neither is this." She ground her groin into you again as her free hand slid between your legs, teasing at the thin fabric of your panties. "Now just relax... and let me show you what a real woman can do for you..." Her other hand moved up from underneath your skirt, cupping your aching cock through your tight cotton panties. She stroked it slowly, expertly, moaning as she felt how hard you were. "Mhm... I bet this thing is just as eager for my touch as everything else on me..." Her grip on your breast tightened even more, pain

Her crimson eyes flared wide with anger at your accusation, her fingers digging harder into your breast through the fabric of your shirt as she roughly yanked your head up to glare down at you. "Rape?" she hissed. "You little shit, do you even know what that word means?" Her voice was thick with fury now as she released her hold on your breast, allowing you to fall back against the couch with a pained grunt. "This is me showing you just how much I can please you, you ungrateful whelp," she spat, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "You think this is all about some sick game to me?" Her hand moved swiftly between your legs once more, roughly tearing at your cotton panties and throwing them aside before burying two thick fingers into your aching cunt, making you cry out in pain as much as pleasure. "I could

Her fingers froze in place as she realized her mistake; for the first time since she'd become aware of your presence in the room, surprise flitted across her features. Your body tensed under her touch as you cried out, but it was more from confusion than pain or pleasure. She slowly removed her fingers and took a step back, eyes narrowed. "What did you just say?" Her voice was dangerously calm now, like she was trying to hold herself together. Sam, who had been watching from the kitchen this whole time, hurried over to them with a tray of tea, completely oblivious to the situation unfolding before him. "Everything okay in here?" he asked innocently as he handed Selina her cup, taking one for himself and sitting on the coffee table across from you. "I thought I heard some... arguing?" His eyebrows raised expectantly. Selina shot a glare at Sam before looking back

Selina's eyes narrowed as she glared at Martin. Her fury was quickly replaced by curiosity, and she leaned forward once more, ignoring the confused look on his face. "You're a boy," she stated bluntly, her voice growing dangerously soft. "A real boy." She traced her fingers along his jawline and down his neck before cupping one of his large, firm breasts through his shirt. "But you feel so good..." Her touch was both possessive and demanding, as if she couldn't quite believe that this was truly happening. "I never thought I would find a cocksleeve like you." Her hand slid lower, pressing against his hard nipple through the fabric of his shirt before trailing down to his flat stomach and over to his thigh. Sam sat silently on the coffee table, watching them with wide eyes as Selina continued to explore

"Oh but you are," Selina purred, her voice dripping with confidence now. "I know what I want... and you're it." Her hand slid further down his thigh, pressing against the hardness beneath his thin cotton panties. "You belong to me now," she murmured as she let her fingertips dance over your soft skin, teasing at the bundle of nerves hidden beneath. Sam swallowed hard, glancing between Selina and Martin, feeling a mix of excitement and fear begin to build in his gut. He knew what this meant... he'd have to watch as his mother claimed Martin as her new cocksleeve, just like he had been for years. And worse yet, he'd have to help her. But part of him couldn't wait; he was aching with desire, watching Selina touch Martin in ways she'd never touched him before. Her other hand cu

"Oh hush now," Selina chided gently, her fingertips brushing against your lips. "Sam's only saying that because he wants to see how good it feels too." She leaned forward again, pressing her heavy bosom into your shoulder as she reached down with one hand, guiding your own hand toward her bulging crotch. "Go on," she urged, her voice low and seductive. "Touch me." Sam swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between you and Selina as he watched with baited breath, wondering how you would react. Would you fight back against the inevitable? Or would you give in to your desires and become a part of this twisted family dynamic? The anticipation was almost unbearable for him... but then again, so were his own urges. Her hand slid up your thigh, gently pressing your hardening length through

Her crimson eyes flared wide with anger as your hand gripped her cock, but her body betrayed her; she moaned low in her throat, arching into your touch. "Oh fuck," she breathed heavily through clenched teeth, feeling herself growing even harder at your resistance. "You're going to be the death of me..." Sam watched with a mix of shock and lust as you struggled against his mother, the scene playing out before him sending sparks flying off in every direction. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you touching him like that... to be claimed as Selina's new cocksleeve instead. The thought filled him with both excitement and jealousy, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. As your struggles continued, however, Selina grew impatient. "Alright," she snarled, grabbing your

Her grip was strong and firm as she pulled you off the couch and onto her lap, straddling your hips with her thick thighs. Her cock pressed painfully against your stomach, leaking a steady stream of precum onto your exposed skin while her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off your air supply. "You belong to me," she growled hoarsely, "and you're going to do as I say." Sam watched in rapt fascination as his mother dominated you, feeling a mixture of jealousy and arousal course through him. His cock was rock hard now, straining against his pants with every shallow breath he took. He wanted nothing more than to climb onto the couch beside her and join in on the fun... but for now, he had to watch. With a flick of her wrist, Selina sl

Selina's eyes widened with fury as you spat at her, the saliva splattering against her cheek. Her grip tightened around your throat, cutting off all air to your lungs as she glared down at you. "You little shit," she growled through clenched teeth. "I could snap your neck right now and no one would ever know." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "But I think I'll just make you my personal cocksleeve instead." Her other hand reached down between the two of you, grabbing your aching hard-on and guiding it toward her waiting mouth. As she took you into her warm, wet maw, Sam leaned in closer as well, his chest pressing against your back as he began to stroke his own cock, moaning softly at the sight before him. His

Her hand gripped your hair roughly, pulling your head back as she continued to deepthroat you, her throat working in perfect rhythm with your hips as she took more of your length into her mouth. Her other hand slid lower down your body, cupping your now-engorged balls and rolling them gently between her fingers. Sam moaned louder, feeling himself getting closer to the edge as he watched his mother dominate you in such a primal way. His hips began to move of their own accord, mimicking the motions of his mother's hand on your cock. "Fuck," he gasped out, arching his back as he neared climax. "I can't wait to feel that huge cock in me." Her words sent a shiver down your spine and filled you with an even greater sense of helplessness and desire. You could almost

Her grip on your hair tightened as you neared orgasm, her mouth working faster around your cock while her other hand continued to tease your balls. "Cum for me," she growled into your ear, her voice laced with both command and desire. As your body tensed and release coursed through you, filling Selina's mouth with your hot cum, Sam arched his back further, moaning as he came too, spilling his seed across the couch and onto the floor beneath them. When you finally finished, she released you from her mouth with a loud smack on the cheek and a satisfied grin. "There," she purred, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. "Much better." With a playful wink, she added, "Welcome to the family, Martin."