This choice: She drops you between her legs. | Go Back Chapter 5: Choice. (ID #407004) an addition by: Mad Dog ![View gunbunny's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Your mom Props herself on her left elbow and puts you down between her enormous thighs. She then leans back so she's propped up on both elbows.
"Now, get to work", your mom says softly as she looks down at you.
"What?" you ask.
"Lick my pussy", your mom replies. "Now".
"NO!" you say with a mixture of shock and disgust. "I'M YOUR SON FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO THAT. IT'S SICK".
Your mom smiles malignly and then sighs.
"You need to stop thinking like that", she says after a few seconds. "You're not my son anymore. I've disowned you. I'm not your mother. I'm your owner. Your mistress. All you are now...is a sex slave. Nothing more. The only purpose to your existence, is to please your mistress. Now, you can either do this the easy way and co-operate. Or you can choose to resist. It doesn't matter to me which way you choose. Because either way, your shrunken body...is going up my cute little pussy. If you co-operate, your time as my dildo will be painless. Humiliating and degrading, but painless and injury free. Resist me, and I'll make sure that I break every bone you have, while I enjoy fucking myself with you. I'll crush you to a pulp when I cum over you. The pain will be excrutiating for you. For me, it'll be an absolute pleasure. So choose little slave. Accept your fate or don't accept it. Either way, you're pussy meat".
You stare up at your mom. After just a few seconds, you realise that she's deadly serious. You can't believe this is happening. Your own mother has turned against you in the worst kind of way. There's nothing you can do about it. And there's nobody to help you. You're completely alone. At that point, you decide that you: Where will this story go next? Your choices are below...
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