Making Mommy Your Submissive

There was always something between us, son, and I know it because the moment you led mommy into submission, I followed eagerly. It star with my outfits. No longer was I the modest mother you'd grown up with; your new mommy favoured coochie cutting shorts, knee high socks and tight tops that showed off my big, swinging, braless tits. Then came the chores, the sweet submission, the eagerness to please my one and only son; my one and only man. When you commanded me to get on my knees, I hesita. I didn't know if it was the right thing. But YOU knew better, which is why you face fucked the doubt right out of my brain before stuffing me and filling me with your hot, sweet, creamy cum. I don't think it's true that mother knows best. I think it's better when she does whatever she's told.