“Hey honey, we need to have a talk,” Mom started to say. “I just heard from one of your teachers that you’re not doing so well.” Her face was stern and serious as she talked about your failing grades. “So, what’s going on? Because I thought you were working on homework, but all I hear all day long is that damn flute/recorder thing. You have to get your grades up,” she lectured.
Without good grades, she explained, you couldn’t get into a good college, which meant you wouldn’t have a good job. “You can’t live with me forever, honey,” she said, “you can’t be lazy.” She despised the idea of having someone think you were stupid, or that you weren’t smart enough to go to college. That wasn’t the case at all, though – you just weren’t interested in school or doing homework.
“I know you’re smart, so why don’t you put the effort in? Are you even listening to me? It doesn’t even seem like you’re concentrating at all,” she said frustrated. “You’re so infatuated with that flute – I’m gonna take that way from you. You gotta listen to me! Don’t you dare play that while I’m talking to you…”
You pressed the magical, wooden instrument up to your lips and gently blew into it as your fingers selected the perfect notes. “Stop it!” she yelled. “Stop playing that music!” Within a matter of seconds, her tone changed as she become more relaxed, and she started to enjoy the calm, beautiful music that floated in the air around her. “That music sounds really good…I like the way it sounds…it sounds so pretty,” she said slowly, now locked in a trance.
You snapped your fingers, and her brown eyes were wide and blank, “I am your obedient slave, Master, what would you like me to do?” She replied with a “Yes, Master” to each command that was given to her, then proceeded to do the task mindlessly. “Do you like how I dance for you, Master?” she asked as she swayed her hips from side to side. “I love your music, Master.”
“Anything for you, Master,” Mom replied as she slowly stripped down. “I’m your dirty, little whore, Master. You can do whatever you want to me, Master. You want me to take my tight, little pussy and bounce on that dick of yours?” She said naughty things under your command, then circled her fingers against her clit. When you ordered her to have an orgasm, she masturbated until she came, then awaited your next demand.
Soon, her hand was wrapped around your throbbing, hard cock, then her mouth, and when you gave the order, Mom was lying on her back. “Yes, Master, I love your cock,” she said in her trance. “Please cum in me, Master.” She would do anything for you, anything to have your cock, and when you were done with her, all you had to do was take out your magical flute, play a few notes, and she’d be completely out on the bed.
“Thank you for using me, Master,” she said before you put her to sleep. Her head fell gently onto the pillow, and when she woke up, she wouldn’t remember a thing.
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