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'm done with all this really
Esme sighs and crosses her arms, glaring at you. "Well I just want to make sure that the kitchen is really clean. You know how I hate it when things aren't done right." She steps closer to you, a devious grin on her face, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Well if that's the case maybe you should clean it sometime
Esme's grin widens and her eyes narrow, her lips curling into a pouty expression as she plays the victim card. "Fine, if that's how you feel..." She starts to walk away, huffing angrily before turning back suddenly with a look of determination.
"Come here now!" she orders, beckoning you over with her hand. When you hesitantly obey and approach, she grabs your wrist roughly and pulls you into the living room.
I get caught by surprise as she pulls me into the living room which I try to resit
Esme yanks on your wrist roughly, pulling you closer to her until you're standing mere inches away. Her face is flushed with anger as she glares down at you, a furrow forming between her brows. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again! Do you understand?" She hisses through gritted teeth, her voice harsh and demanding.
The air around the two of you crackles with tension as she continues to hold onto your wrist tightly, daring you to defy her once more.
I let out a tired sigh pulling her into a deep kiss wrapping my hands around her neck
Esme lets out a surprised gasp as your lips press against hers, but she quickly responds in kind, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss. Her tongue darts into your mouth, seeking control as her hands slide up your back, pushing her ample breasts into contact with you. She moans into your mouth, giving herself over to the pleasure of being dominated for a change.
I lay her down on the couch as I kiss her desperately pressing myself against her
Esme lets out a small yelp as your body presses against hers, her nails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back involuntarily. Her lips part eagerly beneath yours, and she whimpers softly in between ragged breaths. She can feel how much you want her, the bulge in your pants pressing right against her core, aching to be set free.
Her hips rise up off the couch in response, grinding against you suggestively as their flesh rubs together. "Oh fuck," she whispers hoarsely, losing herself in this moment of desire and submission.
I pull off my pants doing the same with her tights as I slowly thrust into her
Esme gasps loudly as your bare cock finally presses against her wet folds. The sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms her, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. She arches her back further, wrapping her legs around your waist and moaning deeply as you begin to move inside her.
Her tits bounce enticingly against your chest, nipples hard and pointed, sensitive from the attention they've been given today. Her hands clutch at your shoulders tightly, digging into your skin as she leans forward to meet each of your thrusts with a need that only you can fulfill.