Force her

From Torg Adventure

You take a step back, not enough for her to get away, but enough for you to take a better look at her.

Your mom is standing there, her back against the wall, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

It was obvious that she thought the blowjob she had just given you would be enough. She had never expected you to want any more than that.

Your eyes sweep up and down her curves, checking out every detail of your mom's body.

From her red painted toenails, you draw your gaze up her long legs to her invitibg thighs and pussy. You notice she's shaved her pussy except for a narrow Brazilian landing strip. Drawing your eyes upwards, you take in her trim waist and huge rack. Nipples big as erasers stand out proudly from her 39DD tits. Your eyes finally settles on your mom's familiar face, framed by her long blonde hair.

Her hair lies wet and tangled around her shoulders now, as she looks at you like a cornered animal. You grin at her, trying to brush off her discomfort.

"You know, mom. Incest isn't actually as bad as most people believe. I'm sure if we had a baby, it would be beautiful."

Her eyes grow wide as you say this, and she almost makes a run for it, before you press your body onto her again, trapping her between you and the shower wall.

She lets out a little squeal as she feels your already-swelling cock begin to worm its way between her slippery thighs.

"John, you're scaring me! I don't want this!" She says, panicking.

"I'm not giving you a choice, mom," you reply, locking lips with her.

You feel her give a subdued whimper as your tongue invades her mouth.

What next?