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| - | Pumping harder and faster you grab your mother’s hips. Her flesh turns pink under your finger tips. You squeeze the pallid flesh with all your might, knowing that her hips will be bruised for days. Last second you | + | Pumping harder and faster you grab your mother’s hips. Her flesh turns pink under your finger tips. You squeeze the pallid flesh with all your might, knowing that her hips will be bruised for days. Last second you raise your arm as high as you can, swinging down on her tight ass with all your might. She screams in pain as you do it again. |
“Pleas…” | “Pleas…” | ||
| - | “Shut the fuck up, you’re mine now.” You | + | “Shut the fuck up, you’re mine now.” You command her mid sentence. |
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| + | In her pain you can feel your mother’s ass tighten even more around your thick cock. It feels wonderful. You pump harder and harder, beating her ass red with your free hand. Unable to talk, your mother whimpers in distress as you go wild on her asshole, you can feel it stretch and tear as you finish. Slamming your hips full force into her, you fill her ass with an endless supply of your semen. | ||
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| + | You push her off you hard, watching as she falls forward into the countertop. | ||
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| + | “That was terrific. You’re free to act normally again.” | ||
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| + | Your mother looks back at you, tears in her eyes. She opens her mouth in an attempt to scream out in terror. | ||
| + | “Stop.” You order her, deciding how to proceed with the situation. “I want you to remember what happened her, but act as though it never happened. Anytime I make you do anything like I did just now, you will pretend it never happened after. You’re not allowed to ever make a decision based on my control over you, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” You ask her this last part, knowing you don’t need to. You just want to revel in the realization in her eyes as she realizes this will be her life now. | ||
| + | She nods, and in a quite voice says “Yes.” | ||
| + | This is enough for now you decide and go back upstairs to get ready for school. You’ve always hated high school, but you have a sudden feeling that it’s about to get a lot more interesting. | ||
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| + | *[[UPGotoschool| The Trip to School]] | ||
| + | [[Category: Unlimited Power]] | ||
Current revision as of 15:31, 4 August 2022
Pumping harder and faster you grab your mother’s hips. Her flesh turns pink under your finger tips. You squeeze the pallid flesh with all your might, knowing that her hips will be bruised for days. Last second you raise your arm as high as you can, swinging down on her tight ass with all your might. She screams in pain as you do it again.
“Pleas…”
“Shut the fuck up, you’re mine now.” You command her mid sentence.
In her pain you can feel your mother’s ass tighten even more around your thick cock. It feels wonderful. You pump harder and harder, beating her ass red with your free hand. Unable to talk, your mother whimpers in distress as you go wild on her asshole, you can feel it stretch and tear as you finish. Slamming your hips full force into her, you fill her ass with an endless supply of your semen.
You push her off you hard, watching as she falls forward into the countertop.
“That was terrific. You’re free to act normally again.”
Your mother looks back at you, tears in her eyes. She opens her mouth in an attempt to scream out in terror. “Stop.” You order her, deciding how to proceed with the situation. “I want you to remember what happened her, but act as though it never happened. Anytime I make you do anything like I did just now, you will pretend it never happened after. You’re not allowed to ever make a decision based on my control over you, unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” You ask her this last part, knowing you don’t need to. You just want to revel in the realization in her eyes as she realizes this will be her life now. She nods, and in a quite voice says “Yes.” This is enough for now you decide and go back upstairs to get ready for school. You’ve always hated high school, but you have a sudden feeling that it’s about to get a lot more interesting.
