She had just gotten out of work.She was smiling, but Jess could tell something was off as soon as she opened the door.“Hi, what’s up, Em?” she a...ked. I was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Fully clothed for a change. I know that doesn’t happen much in these stories, but I actually do wear clothes every once in a while in real life.“Hey guys, it’s not too late to stop by, is it?” she asked. I could see her eyes looked a bit puffy from where I was seated.“No, not at all,” Jess replied. It. I want to rape one, I do it. I don't want to hurt you for the rest of the day. If you do everything I tell you to, you won't feel a single ounce of pain until tomorrow. I haven't lied to you. And I won't, I don't have a need to. Listen to me. Learn to do what I tell you, and you can avoid the worst. Right now, I want you to ask me to handcuff your hands above your head." And you'll tell me why I'm here?" She timidly asks."I'll do whatever the fuck I want." Her hopes dash away in a moment. I. You push back against me as your orgasm rips through your body, we both cry out and then we hear the ding of the elevator and feel it stopping. I stand you up in front of me, your dress drops in the front, but is bunched up over your ass as my dick is trying to stay inside you. The door opens and several people step on. We push back towards the corner and you feel my semi hard cock slide out of your pussy. You press against me so no one can see my open pants and dick. I’m still throbbing hard. I need to do the things my friends are doing, but I understand it’s wrong since you’re my mother”“Of course, I can understand that” I was honestly surprised at how she was taking this, keeping in mind she did walk in on me masturbating thinking about her. “We’ll make a deal. I’ll, hmm, let you see what you want, and let you, uh… touch, smell, whatever, but we leave it at that, and when I say that, I mean for it to never happen again. When it comes down to it, Luke, I am your mother. What do you.