Dad had left and I was an only c***d, which made me the man of the house. I was 18, and about 6ft tall, I was quite skinny but my mom told me that gir...s like slimmer men. My mom is a beautiful woman, at aged 45 she looked no more than 30. She was 5ft 6" and had gorgeous long straight blonde hair. She had a pretty face with full luscious lips and amazing eyes, which I could stare at for hours. She had an amazing figure, nice round ass and long legs.Mom was getting ready to go shopping, she was. I kept my face buried in his chest, biting and tugging at his nips."You got me all hot, dude. So hot!" he moaned. I wanted to run, to escape when I felt him taking off my shorts. He pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. He lifted my head and kissed me. I was naked, he was almost naked. I could still leave, I could get up, get dressed, and tear my ass!But I didn't, I made myself stay where I was. I even kept still when his dick, his hard dick brushed against me. Even when he stood up, in. They submit to me!"Lie beside me." Hawaa patted the bed and Kyle stretched out, her hands stroking his hard muscles. "Umm, you are such a handsome specimen. You are going to give me such pleasure." N-n-no," he struggled to say. "Y-you will ... sub-submit ... to ... me..."She laughed, her hand sliding up to his lips. "I think you'll find submission to be far more satisfying than domination. Relax and worship me. I know you want it. You burn to love me."Kyle clamped his jaw shut, refusing to. I did skip the barber and went to an actual hairstylist. She didn’t think I was the type to go to a stylist, however, and asked why I was doing such of thing. Checkmate. I told her my story, leaving out my true intentions, and she was very encouraging, of course. She asked why I chose cosmetology. I had to think quick. I told her of the Myers-Briggs test I took. I had found my out. She still seemed a little suspicious of my reason but gratefully didn’t pursue the matter further. She did an.