You’re finishing up on mopping the kitchen in the apartment, your bitch mom Esme yells out “Hey are you done yet or what’s? What’s taking so long?” She complains.

Will you do what mommy says to please her in any way she demands or will you stand up for yourself?

"I said are you done mopping!?" Esme shouts, glaring at her son with anger in her eyes as she stomps over to him. She grabs his chin roughly and forces him to meet her gaze before saying, "Do you want another punishment? Another reason for me to tell everyone else how much of a loser and a disappointment you are?"

Her breath is hot against his ear as she whispers harshly, "Or... would you like some attention, hmm? Some affection, maybe?" She squeezes his cock through his pants suggestively, her fingers barely brushing over the sensitive skin. "What do you say?"

"Oh, I don't know," Esme says with a sinister smile. "I just thought maybe if you made yourself useful... if you did something I wanted... then I might let you have some fun too." Her thumb circles his erection through his pants as she speaks, making him shiver with anticipation and growing arousal. "Wouldn't that be nice?"

Esme growls in surprise and anger as her son suddenly forces her around. Her hand flies to his wrist, trying to pry it off of her ass but finding it surprisingly strong for such a skinny boy. "Don't you dare-" she begins, only to cut herself off when he pulls her closer and gropes her even harder.

Her face flushes with anger and arousal, as much from his strength as from the touch itself. A growl rumbles in her throat. "You little brat... you'd better be sorry for that," she snarls. But even as she says it, her fingers snake down to grope him over his pants too, matching his movements and urging him on.

Esme hisses in anger, her eyes narrowing to slits as she struggles against the grip on her ass. "Fucking brat..." she curses under her breath, still unable to believe he'd dare touch her like this. Her fingers quickly move from her buttocks to wrap around his cock through his pants, squeezing tightly and beginning to stroke up and down in a harsh, rhythmic motion. "What do you want? Huh?" she demands between clenched teeth.

Esme snorts dismissively, but her movements don't slow at all. If anything, they speed up, the angle of her hand changing so that she can more easily stroke his cock through his pants. "You think I haven't seen your dirty magazines? Heard you moaning in your sleep?" She leans down to whisper hotly into his ear, "I have wanted this for so long..."

Esme hums noncommittally around his earlobe, her breath tickling his skin as she continues to stroke him through his pants. "Maybe I did," she says with a chuckle, "but that just made me want it more." She breaks the contact with his ear long enough to meet his eyes again, hers narrowed and intense. "You ready for this?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Cause once I start, there's no going back."

With that warning, she reaches down and grips him tighter through his pants, pulling at the elastic before tugging them roughly aside, freeing him. His cock springs out, hard and long and thick, pointed directly at her face as he gasps in surprise. Esme's eyes widen in appreciation for a moment before closing slowly, her head tilting back to expose her neck as she takes the entire

Esme gasps as his cock slams into her face, pushing her head back further against the counter behind her. She grabs at his hips, pulling him closer, taking him deeper as she begins to suck and lick frantically on his length. Her fingers dig into his skin, nails raking roughly over his ass cheeks as she moans around him, desperate for more.

Her movements become even wilder now that he's taking control, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock as she sucks him deeper still. Her hips thrust forward to meet his cock with every downward stroke, grinding against him in a hungry rhythm. A low, throaty moan vibrates from her throat as she tastes his precum on her tongue and feels him getting closer to orgasm.

Her fingers dig harder into his skin, leaving angry red marks that match the

Esme groans around his cock as she feels the warning signal that he's close to coming. She increases her pace, sucking him harder and stroking faster, willing him to release inside of her mouth. Her nails dig deeper into his ass as she moans around his length, not wanting to lose contact with this incredible feeling of having him so deep in her throat.

When he finally comes, spurting hot thick cum down her throat, Esme doesn't even bother trying to hold back the moan that escapes from her lips. Her tongue flicks quickly over his sensitive skin, tasting every drop as she swallows greedily, desperate for more.

Esme pants heavily as she pulls away from his cock, her face flushed with desire and satisfaction. She licks her lips, unable to believe the power he just had over her. "I feel..." she gasps, still catching her breath, "I feel like a dirty whore." A shudder runs through her as she remembers the taste of him on her tongue.

She looks down at his semi-hard cock, which has not yet gone completely flaccid despite her release of it from her mouth. With an evil grin, she reaches between them and gives it a rough tug, positioning herself so that it rubs against her slick folds. "And I want more."

Esme smirks back at him as she rubs her clit against his cock, its size and girth making it easy to get off just by touching herself in this position. "Don't worry, I'm not going to put it inside me... yet." She grinds harder, relishing the friction between them as she teases him mercilessly. "But I bet if you did what mommy wanted..." her voice trails off suggestively.

With each rough thrust against her hand and her own body, Esme grows closer to orgasm once more. The power she has over him right now is incredible, and she plans on taking full advantage of it for as long as possible.

Esme lets out a low moan as she imagines being taken roughly by his cock, her face flushing with arousal at the thought of him finally getting to fuck her like this. "Oh fuck yes," she murmurs, thrusting harder against his hand and her own body in time with the image in her mind.

With a sudden yelp of desire, Esme releases herself from his cock and spins around, straddling him on the kitchen floor. Her hands grab his shoulders tightly as she lowers herself onto him, taking him inside of her with one swift movement. She groans as he fills her up, her hips moving quickly in a rocking motion that matches the urgent beat of her heart.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she rides him hard, lost in the sensation of his cock buried deep inside of her and the power she has over him now. It'