Change her and Punish her

Mom finally seemed to be sated. She sat in a chair and tried to get her breath back. I just lay on my belly, waiting for the pain to subside.
I could feel my erection rubbing against the table. I was so angry, at my mom for what she did and at myself for enjoying it. I slid off the table and faced her.
She looked up and smirked at me.
"Just you wait, another couple of minutes and I'll give you your real punishment!"
"I don't think so." I said. In the heat of the moment I had forgotten that I was the one in control, it was time to rectify that mistake.
"I'm the daddy now, little bitch."
For a split-second she looked like she was about rise up and beat me down but her eyes glazed over just like they had before.
When Mom returned to herself she was changed. Her eyes flicked around the room nervously and she looked smaller and weaker somehow.
"You've been a bad girl haven't you?" I asked.
She nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.
"And you have to be punished, don't you?"
She nodded again. I then realized that Dad was still stood in the corner in his dress. I told him to take off the ridiculous clothes and the bra underneath it, followed by the high heels on his feet.
I then told him to sit and enjoy the show. He sat down eagerly, with his hands on his knees.

I reached down and unbuckled the strap-on from around my quivering mothers crotch. I dropped it onto the table and proceeded to undress her.
The tank top and jeans went off, so did the boxers that she had been wearing underneath, a reminder of when she genuinely believed she was a male.
The small patch of blonde hair above her pussy was so enticing but I resisted the urge, this wasn't meant to be pleasurable for her.
I grabbed her by the wrist and **** her to bend over the table, just like I had done. Without warning I **** my entire cock inside her pussy, eliciting a pained gasp from her.
It was so tight! She had probably fucked Dad twice as much as he had ever fucked her. Soon her gasps turned to moans, the new personality I had **** upon her was getting turned on by the rough treatment.
I noticed this and decided it was time to take it to the next level.
I pulled out completely with a wet pop, she was upset.
She had been close to a climax and she could feel it escaping her every second that she wasn't getting fucked. She tried to reach down and finger herself to completion but I batted her hand away every time she did so.

This continued for about a half-hour. I would brutally pound her tight cunt until she was close to orgasm, then pull out and wait until the climax had escaped her. Eventually she was begging for release, promising anything as long as she could feel the white-hot sensation of orgasm.
I leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear.
"You can have your climax, on one condition."
She squirmed under me.
"Anything, please fucking god, anything!"