But I felt excited to see my mom so helpless like that. I realized Principal Turner was saying the very same things I had been thinking the moment my ...om arrived at the prom. Finally, I was seeing my mom look stupid for once! Principal Turner was breathing faster and stroking his cock with fever. Sneaking a little closer from the shadows, I saw that my mom was starting to breathe a little faster too. Still on her knees, she was sort of swaying a little, still in that daze, almost as if she were. There were drops of water still on her body, a few on her chest and one running down her left breast making its way to her nipple. Her nipples were erect, as they always are after she takes a warm shower, and the their pinkish brown stood out against her pale skin.She stood at the doorway, and flipped her head from one side to the next. Her breasts moved up and down, and I shifted my legs as blood flowed into my cock.She smiled and looked at me for me for a second, before crossing the room and. "Ah you've awakened!" she smiles, "My name is of no importance to you."I'm shocked, to say the least. How did she know what I was thinking!?"I'm sure by now you realize; I'm no ordinary being."I gulp, "Y-yes, but then what are you?"Her smile returns as she approaches me and whispers in my ear, "I'm both your captor and your most craved desire."I feel her lick my cheek as she approaches, her tongue like velvet. I shiver, my pussy flooding as an uncontrollable moan escapes my lips. It's then, in. In my defence, just prior to this sordid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically, what made this experience even more deliciously-depraved for me, was the fact that I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time and I got a huge kick out of divulging my sordid secrets to her, in explicit detail. Furthermore, she seemed to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour, a fascination which very possibly spurred me on to.