"Mom, what are you doing?"
The amused, smooth voice cut straight through her trance.
Amelia blinked, her hazy eyes snapping up toward the doorway.
There he was—the exact man she had been screaming for, standing right in her room with a wide, wicked smile plastered across his face.
"S-son... when did you come?" she stammered, her voice shaking violently.
Yet, her fingers didn’t slow down for even a second, still driving into her dripping slit while she stared up at him like a desperate animal.
Arthur stepped into the room, approaching the bed with a slow, deliberate stride and a gentle, Soft smile.
"Look at my lovely mommy," he murmured, his voice dripping with playful mockery.
"Desperately fingering herself like a bitch in heat. Here, let me help, Mommy."
He sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress.
Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap right across her exposed pussy lips, immediately following it by dragging his palm back and forth in a rapid, friction-filled rub.
That was the absolute breaking point. A massive jolt of electricity surged straight up her spine, instantly tearing through her already frayed nerves.
Amelia convulsed violently, her back arching off the mattress as a colossal orgasm ripped through her core, triggering a heavy, non-stop squirt of hot juices that soaked the sheets like a broken faucet.
With a desperate cry, she threw her arms around his neck, dragging him down into a fierce, consuming kiss.
She latched onto his lips, aggressively lapping at his tongue and slurping up his saliva to choke back the hoarse, shredded sounds of her own screams.
Minutes ticked by in a blur of heavy breathing and trembling muscles. Slowly, the blinding intensity of the peak began to fade, pulling her back down to earth.
Her chest heaved up and down in rapid, exhausted gasps, and a thin trail of silver saliva drooped from the corner of her open, slack jaw as she finally broke the kiss and slumped back against the pillows.
Arthur chuckled, wiping a smear of saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand after the thoroughly uninhibited assault she had just subjected his lips to.
Amelia slowly rolled her head across the pillow, her dazed eyes focusing on him.
For a few seconds, she just stared, panting heavily. Then, like a bucket of ice water dashed over her head, reality crashed back in.
Her eyes widened in absolute horror, swimming with sudden, panicked tears.
The full weight of what she had just done slammed into her chest.
She had thrown herself at her son, screamed his name in depraved ecstasy, and kissed him on the mouth like a desperate, lovesick paramour.
What have I done?
The thought shrieked through her mind.
He’s my son... how could I possibly do this to my own flesh and blood?
Her breathing turned ragged and shallow, her hands flying up to cover her flushed face as a violent wave of shame and self-loathing threatened to swallow her whole.
She began to hyperventilate, ready to spiral straight down into a full-blown panic attack of guilt.
Before she could sink any deeper into her despair, Arthur leaned in close, his expression shifting from amusement to absolute control.
He reached out, gently grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face, forcing her to look right into his eyes.
Arthur’s hand moved smoothly from her wrists up to her throat, his fingers wrapping firmly around her neck.
He tilted her head up, forcing her watery, panicked eyes to meet his. Before a single word of guilt could pass her lips, he leaned down and slammed his mouth onto hers.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was heavy, dominating, and absolute. He crushed his lips against hers, parting them forcefully with his tongue and swallowing every panicked gasp she tried to make.
The sheer pressure of his grip cut off her air supply, sending a sudden, dizzying wave of panic through her chest that instantly melted into a filthy, overwhelming surge of pleasure.
Her eyes widened in shock, the pupils dilating instantly as her body surrendered to the dominance of the kiss and the delicious thrill of being choked.
All her frantic thoughts of shame and maternal guilt scattered to the wind, overwritten entirely by the heat flooding her veins.
After what felt like an eternity of being plundered and starved of oxygen, Arthur finally pulled back.
Amelia collapsed against the pillows, her chest heaving as she threw her head back and gasped loudly for air, her body trembling from head to toe in a helpless, dazed haze.
Arthur reached out, pinching both of her hard, erect nipples between his fingers. Locking his gaze onto her hazy, completely submissive eyes, his voice dropped to a low, commanding register.
"From today onwards, you are not only my mother, but also my slave," he told her, his tone absolute. "You will do anything and everything I want you to do. Do you understand?"
As he spoke, he slowly pulled and twisted her puffy nipples, the sharp friction causing her to arch her back sharply off the mattress from a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
Her breath hitched, and she looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes that seemed almost to swim with hearts.
In a thick, husky, and utterly needy voice, she whimpered, "Yes, Master... this slave will do anything Master wants."
Arthur let out a low laugh at her shameless, slutty words. "Good. Then from now on, when we are at home, you aren’t allowed to wear any clothes. You will walk around completely naked, without a single piece of fabric covering your body. Got it?"
Hearing the command sent a violent jolt of electricity straight through her core, bringing her dangerously close to another climax from sheer excitement alone.
Trembling with anticipation, she forced the words past her lips, "Understood... this slave will follow your commands."
Arthur stood up from the bed, dusting off his pants with a casual smirk. "Come on then, let’s have some food."
He turned on his heel and strode out toward the dining room. Since both daughters were out for the day and wouldn’t be returning until later, the house was blissfully quiet, leaving the two of them entirely alone.
Amelia scrambled to obey, her legs still weak and wobbly from the relentless orgasms, but she hurried to follow right behind him.
True to his new command, she padded through the hallway completely bare, her naked hips swaying with every step and her wet, swollen pussy pulsing with every beat of her heart.
She quickly plated the meal for him.
The spread featured a hearty, steaming bowl of rich, creamy potato and leek stew, paired with a basket of warm, crusty artisanal garlic bread brushed heavily with melted butter and herbs.
Alongside it was a vibrant, crisp garden salad tossed in a sharp vinaigrette, and a platter of golden, pan-seared chicken cutlets seasoned with rosemary and black pepper, filling the dining room with an irresistible aroma.
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