Figure out a way to stand up to your mom

You need to prove to your mom once and for all that you’re a stud worthy of her admiration, and of her holes. You’re going to find a way to have mom worship at your knees.

To get there, you decide you’re going to fish around with mom’s friends. Maybe they know some dirt on her that you can use to take control. It won’t be easy: Celina’s friends are as dramatic and bitchy as she is, maybe even moreso. But you’ll have to do it.

Luckily, her best friend Nalara lives across the street, so you head over there and knock on the door.

Nalara’s husband, a colonel in the armed forces, answers. He’s about seven feet tall and makes you feel like a worm.

“What’s that, boy?” he asks. You tell him you’re here to see his wife, on behalf of your mother.

“That big breasted whore Celina’s your mother?” he says, even though Nalara’s breasts are as big as Celina’s, “You know, I don’t like the influence she has on my Nalara… You should be ashamed.”

You don’t know whether to cry or get hard at his remarks. Maybe both?

“Yes sir,” you say, and he leads you into his home. Nalara is in her yoga studio, wearing just blue spandex underwear and bra, doing some poses. She’s a nimble coffee colored creature, with sumptuous breasts and an ass that looks like it was made in a lab.

“Oh Trevor dear,” she says, wiping sweat from her cleavage as she greets you, “What can I do for you?”