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“You’re not learning. Who’s in charge here?” “But I need it,” she whines. I step closer, pressing my body against her heated skin, my hand sliding between her thighs to feel how soaked she already is. “What you need and what you think you deserve are two different things. You come here chasing pain because it gets you off, but you never actually submit. You want the high without the surrender.” Her hips rock against my fingers despite her words. “I submit when it’s worth it.” I pinch her clit lightly, making her jolt. “You’re disrespectful, sub. What do you call me?”

Esther tested the waters and said, "Mom, can we bring him out for dinner later?" My stomach began rumbling when I heard that. I carefully said, "Mom, I'm hungry." However, Mom just shoved me back into the tank with a cold expression on her face and said, "Your sisters might have obeyed me for now, but I know that they're only doing so reluctantly. "You know that you're just a dog, right? So, you'd better be a good dog and fulfill your purpose so that Esther and Emily will never dare to disobey me ever again."

"You didn't care that Julia was suffering from severe heatstroke. You didn't believe it when a student reported her condition to you. You even stopped Mr. Hodge when he was trying to save her! So you're afraid that people might accuse you of playing favorites, huh?" Dad slowly stepped closer to Mom. "Congratulations. You made it. No one will dare accuse you of playing favorites now. "Everyone in this world now knows that you, Monica Campbell, are the strictest and most impartial woman alive—and you achieved that by sacrificing your daughter's life. How the hell are you even fit to be called a mother?" He practically shouted at the last few words. Mom's knees buckled, and her body slid right

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

Whenever my son, Ethan Shaw, cried, my mother-in-law, Jacqueline, would pat his back and call his name. She said it was to keep his soul from leaving his body when he got scared. I thought she was just being superstitious until one day, an old woman stared at my son and her face went pale. "Why are his pupils so dilated? He only has one-tenth of his soul left! Has anyone tried to summon his soul?" A chill ran down my back and I told her about his grandmother. She said, "She isn't calling his soul back. She's calling it out of his body! I'll give you the candles. Take it home and light it, or your son will die." I was a little wary. Was I really going to suspect my son's own grandmother

I quickly stop talking mid-word when my mother steps so close to me I can smell her minty breath against my bare chest. “You hurt your mate.” She says the four words slowly like she’s worried I didn’t hear her the last time she said it. Her tone leaves no room for argument or interruption; there's only one thing to do in a situation like this and it's something I haven’t done since I was a pup. Clasping my hands in front of me, I lower my eyes to the floor and let my shoulder droop; submitting to my mother is the only thing that feels right in this situation.

Mom shaking, "Your cum and mine are running down my leg, but..." I paused; the tee shirt bunched over my hands that held her hips. My erection nestled in the tight cleft of my mother's ass. "You're worried, maybe more than worried. We crossed a huge line. Our lives are forever altered. We can't go back, we don't want to go back, do we?" I discovered in that moment that my mother was a little submissive. "No," She whispered, pushing her ass back against my hard cock, "But..."

I didn't want this stranger's sympathy. I didn't want him in my restaurant, fixing things like he had any right to be here."You can leave now," I said."I'm not finished.""I don't care."He studied me for a long moment, and I got the uncomfortable feeling he was seeing more than I wanted him to see. "The funeral is at three tomorrow. Your mother wanted it small.""How would you know what my mother wanted?" "Because she told me." He picked up his wrench again, turning back to his work like I hadn't just dismissed him. "She talked about you constantly and how proud she was that you went to Milan to chase your dreams."

"Stella, calm down! Waverly just recovered from a serious illness. If you scare her, I won't let you get away with it!" I cut him off coldly. "She's got you, the hospital director who sacrifices his own family for the greater good. When someone has a man who'll defend her even when his own mother is dying, how would I dare provoke her?" Martin realized I was talking about the interview that had gone viral, and he relaxed a bit. "Stella, if you're jealous, just say so. There's no need to make such a scene. I know I've been neglecting you lately, so let me..."

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.