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Chapter 26 by Potato-cat Potato-cat

Do you go along with this?

Not much of a choice

You were almost certain your mother had completely lost it. However, that didn’t change the fact you could really use her support. And in the end, need triumphed over want.

Your mother set about enacting her elaborate scheme. Although you were mostly kept out of the loop, you were able to piece together the bits of what you had overheard. From what you had gathered, the scheme mainly involved your mother offering you to fellow members of your church, usually using the same pitch she had given you. From the type of people she was calling, you could tell that she was focusing on those who were unfaithful and young men. She should arrange with who and when you would have sex, all you would have to do is, “lay back, spread your legs, and let the good lord overtake you” as she put it.

She also took the liberty of completely redesigning your room and wardrobe. Your new room was completely devoid personality, just a bed, nightstand, closet, vanity, and a comfy chair. She also chose all your clothes for you, and needless to say, it was a strange mixture of very modest and very slutty. For about a week you did nothing but sit in you room. But that Saturday, it finally came.

Your mother woke you early in the morning. She dragged you out of bed and dressed you as she saw fit. After trying on several outfits, she eventually settled off having you wear a light pink negligee that made you look like a damsel in some fairytale.

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She then proceed to do your make up, and finally combed out your hair. She then told you to recline sexily on the bed and await her return from mass.

As you waited, sexily draped across your bed, you couldn’t help but feel a little aroused at the anticipation of it all. Who would your mother choose to be your first consensual fuck? After half an hour of waiting, you finally heard a car pull into the drive way and the front door open. You hurriedly readied yourself as footsteps quickly ascended the stairs to your door. You took one last deep breath to steady your nerves as the door opened.

Who will be saved first?

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