"... be my sex slave!"
From Torg Adventure
"Listen up you drunken slut of a mother," you say again. "Starting today, you're going to be my sex slave!"
"No!" she whimpers, but you can feel her pussy clench and get wetter, and you know she is secretly excited. You spank her hard.
"Do you want this cock in you?!" you yell at her, rubbing your shaft along her very sensitive clit. She nods sheepishly, her body shuddering.
"Then you will be my sex slave!"
She nods again, then gasps when you spank her and twist her nipples hard.
"Say it!"
She closes her eyes and mouth tightly. She opens them with a shriek when you crank on her nipples cruelly hard, turning them all the way around.
"Say it!"
"I will be your sex slave," she says in a tiny whisper.
"Louder!" You twist harder.
"I will be your sex slave," she says in a more normal tone of voice.
"Louder!" This time you pinch them so hard, she screams, arching her back severely.
"I am your sex slave!" she shouts, gasping for breath.
You immediately let go. "Good little slut!" you praise her. You don't know how long you can keep from coming, but dominating your mother feels so good. You slip into her weeping opening and slam into her body as hard as you can. You grunt loudly.
"Yes!" your mother screams in relief. You start pumping slowly in and out of her cunt.
"That means I get to fuck you whenever I want, and you'll do any nasty, perverted thing I want."
You pinch her nipple.
"Yes!" she replies, with both pain and pleasure in her voice.
"That also means I get to fuck whoever I want, and you won't interfere in any way."
"Yes."
"That means you'll wear provocative clothes all the time. I want cleavage and legs and belly. I want slinky and sexy, even slutty. Because you are my slut!"
"Yes!" Each reply is getting more and more excited, as she gets closer to coming from your constant thrusting.
"That means you'll keep fucking Dad and do whatever he wants."
"Yes!"
"You will make dinner, clean the house, do laundry, and all the other tasks a mother should do without complaining. You will be amply compensated for your work with more orgasms than you can count."
"Yes!"
"You will stop drinking. My little sex slave will not be passing out after dinner. You will not be sleeping off a hangover till noon on the weekends. Do you understand?!"
"Yes!" She is so close, her voice is quavering.
"And last but not least, you will call me 'Sir'!"
"Yes, Sir!" she shouts, just as she thrashes into a raucous orgasm, moaning and writhing beneath you.
Your control is limited, and you explode in a shower of hot jizz inside your slut of a mother. You continue to pound her into the mattress as you both have a monumental release. You can't see as a red haze envelopes your vision. You growl and bite your mother in a purely animal display of dominance. Her nails scratch down your back, adding pain to your own pleasure. In your current state, you thrust harder inside her.
After what seems like hours, you slump on top of your mother, both of your struggling to get enough oxygen.
What happens next?
