He traps his mother in her own body

He grabbed the remote from the desk. Margot stayed exactly where she was, dress still hiked up, torn pantyhose framing the hole he had made, watching him with that same bright, empty affection. Callum pointed the device at her. This time he pressed the aware but obedient button.

“Stepford MILF.”

The light hit Margot again. Her face jerked for a second like something had snapped in place behind her eyes. Then she seemed to return to reality. Callum noticed that her eyes definitely seemed familiar now. They were his mother’s eyes, and they looked panicked. The bright customer-service joy was still plastered across the rest of her face, but the eyes were wide and sharp with the old Margot fighting to surface.

“Baby…” she started saying before her eyes went wider. She probably wanted to call him by his name, but her new persona wouldn’t let her. The word stuck somewhere between her tongue and her teeth. “B-baby…? What is happening? Why am I bent over my desk? Why can’t I move my body?”

She stammered slightly. Callum could see her mind struggling with the words and the body at the same time and still being completely helpless to stop either one. Her hands stayed planted on the desk. Her hips stayed pushed back. The short red dress stayed hiked up over the torn pantyhose. She could feel everything, understand everything, and still couldn’t make a single muscle obey her.

In response, Callum raised his hand and spanked her exposed ass as hard as he could. The thick cheek rippled under the impact. The sound cracked through the quiet office.

“OH BABY! THAT…” she said, struggling to force the words out the way she wanted them, “…that fel-t so g-g-oood, please do it again.”

The plea came out sweet and eager even while her eyes stayed locked on his with pure panic. Callum laughed as he raised his hand again.

“Well, if that’s what you want, Mom.”

He brought the hand down on the other cheek just as hard. Another ripple. Another sharp crack. Margot’s breath hitched.

“And to answer your stupid question,” he said, still laughing under the words, “you’re bent over your table because I’m going to fuck your sweet ass now.”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the torn pantyhose and the underwear underneath and yanked them down. The material scraped over her thighs and caught at her knees. Her ass was fully bare now, the pale skin still marked from the two hard spanks.

“Baby! n-…n-…”

His mom almost seemed to choke as she tried to even say the word. Callum knew she couldn’t. The persona had its teeth in her throat.

“Want to say something, Mom?” he asked mockingly.

“Y-es, YOU CAN FUCK MY ASS HOWEVER YOU WANT, BABE!”

The words burst out of her at full volume. Her hands flew up and covered her mouth. Her eyes went even wider. Something told him that was not what she had wanted to say. The real Margot was still in there, screaming behind the smile and the only thing that came out was eager obedience.

Callum laughed loudly at her situation. He shoved his pants down far enough to free his cock. It was already hard, thick and flushed from watching her struggle. He stepped in close, one hand on the small of her back to keep her bent, and aimed the head at her asshole. He pushed gently at first, just enough to feel the tight ring give under the pressure. Then he kept going. The head sank in. Margot’s fingers clawed at the desk the second she felt him. Her breath left her in a sharp, broken sound that still managed to sound like pleasure.

Callum loved her helplessness. He fucked her ass harder and harder, slamming the whole length of his cock inside her with short, mean thrusts. The desk creaked under them. Papers still littered the floor. Every time he bottomed out she made that same forced, sweet noise even while tears started welling in her eyes.

“Oh Baby! D-ONT STOP! d-ont stoooop!”

She yelled it out, eyes full of tears that cut clean tracks through the thick makeup. Callum knew she probably wanted to ask him to stop. The persona wouldn’t allow it. The only words that left her mouth were the ones that kept him going.

He wasn’t done with her. He fucked her for a while longer, long enough to feel the tight heat of her ass gripping him on every stroke, long enough to watch the tears keep coming while her mouth kept begging for more. Then he pulled out. His cock came free with a wet sound. He wiped it clean on the soft skin of her ass cheek and stepped back, leaving Margot panting on the desk, dress still rucked up, pantyhose and underwear tangled around her knees.

“Get up, bitch. I’m not done with you.”