Mom stands up to you

"I still don't think I need you here," Mom says as you follow her into the upstairs bathroom, closing the door behind you. "Your father--"

"--Is busy," you continue for her. "Look, if we're cutting back on your 'dosage,' then we're gonna have to keep a closer eye on you." You look her body up and down, staring at her almost-exposed assets in the **** girl outfit. “...A much closer eye.”

“N-no,” she murmurs.

You stop dead. “Huh?”

“I said no, Marcus. I’m going to shower alone, like a grown-up woman, and then I’m going to find something respah... Respec-abble to wear.” She puts her hands on her hips and stares you down; it’s a little bit intimidating, even with all the cum dripping down her body.

“Chill out, Mom, I’m just trying to help—”

“I know, Sweetie, but this is too much. Your father put his foot down, and I need to as well.”

With that, she dashes into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.

“Wait—Fuck!”

You stand there for a few seconds, seething. How DARE she? Mom’s supposed to be my cumdump now! I’m NOT going back to the way things were before.

Just as you’re about to pound on the door, you hear something down the hall: it seems like your father is about to come out of his office and investigate.