Re-Run Back to Comfortable Environments

Well, this doesn't happen very often. Of course, I mean, this doesn't happen to ME very often.

Living in a world as... Honestly ridiculous as mine is. You'd grow to expect shit like this to occur on the regular. Shit like- Buildings exploding out of the blue, people with Hocus-Pocus magic wavy fingers holding up a bank, or maybe even a super genius rouge communist agent that transferred his consciousness into an egg threatening to level the Eastern Seaboard.

Shit just fucking happens.

And people should expect the worst while hoping for the best. For fuck's sake, almost every government-owned building in the country is covered by Meta-human, vigilante, and Justice League insurance plans.

Schools even have procedures for unsolicited hero activity and villain attacks!

So.. Yes, random shit like this happens and we should just expect it by now... I should expect it by now.

But, you see... I've never actually experienced a villain threat before. Call me lucky all you want, because it's probably true.

I was born in Gotham and lived there for a few years; I never had any real problems. Then, after my father dipped on us, Mom had the great and straight-up fantastic idea to get the fuck out of the city that boasts having the highest crime rate in America.

So now, living in Central City, I haven't experienced anything danger related. That could be because of The Flash taking this city as his hometown. Having a speedster zooming around the streets does prompt fewer crooks to go about with their schemes.

Regardless of the true reason, I'm just not used to shit like this happening. And... After experiencing what it is like being saved at the moment between life and certain **** by a hero. I kind of feel like I've been missing out on the pure rush that comes with being in the center of the action.

But I might be thinking that way because I happened to survive this encounter.

And also... Also because Wonder Woman was the one to save the day.

I'm a straight warmblooded male, okay? And no person who professes to be attracted to women would object and/or be put off by being saved by THE goddess herself, Wonder Woman.

I really couldn't give enough shits to question why she's in Central City, or where The fucking Flash even is.

Wonder Woman came in clutch and saved this bus full of random civilians like a mother fucking boss! And now, fifteen minutes after she stopped the out of control vehicle, she was standing amid police and the recovering crowd. Other pedestrians were attempting to get a good look at whatever transpired to cause such a commotion; cameras flashed while chattering from both police, and the mentally scarred filled the air.

As for me, I was sitting on the entryway steps to the bus. No one had told me to get away from the now still vehicle, even though it would be pretty wise to do so, So I wasn't about to join the ones sitting on the dirty street floor.

I watched the people around me, but- Let's be honest, by vision was mostly focused on Wonder Woman. One would think that, in this state, I wouldn't be able to think with my dick. But you'd be surprised how much power Lil Willy has over me.

Even after being put in a near **** situation, my eyes were glued on Wonder Woman's ideal feminine figure. She's strutting curves in all the right places. Well, she's not sturtting, or I assume she's not intenting to. But as she walked from person to person, it almost appeared that her hips were swaying to some invisible beat only I could understand.

That's just my mind turning her geuine and kind gesture of checking up on the scared people, into something sensual. But what do you expect from me?

Wonder Woman crouched down to three children who were on the floor with tears on their faces. Her soft lips moved as she spoke and said something to them. She brought one of her soft, yet undoubtedly strong fingers to their faces and wiped away any tears they had leftover.

She stood up and ruffled the little girl's hair. All while I was busy trying to visually X-ray her butt encased in a tight blue and white star-splattered bottom.

A policeman approached her and extended an arm in a welcoming gesture. Wonder Woman smiled and shook his hand before saying something to him. Again I couldn't decipher the words, but I did stare at her plush lips long enough to imagine how my dick would feel sliding in and out of the goddess's face hole.

I flicked my gaze down from her lips to the large tit containing corset she wore. It didn't take much mental imagination to guess what was under her chestplate. Half of her tits were held tight and contained, it was apparent that if she were put through the fucking ringer her breasts wouldn't fly out unless she unclipped the top. That could be easily desiphered by looking at her creamy golden and slightly tanned cleavage. I have enough knowledge in the art of tits to tell how tight a top is depending on the depth of the cleavage on display.

And Wonder Woman was standing tall with some deep fucking cleavage. So, yes... Those tits wouldn't be flying out.

But this did jiggle, they definitly did bounce as she stepped across the street. I would know, because now she's coming directly towards me.

Wait... She's coming directly towards me!?

FUCK

How does my hair look? Did I brush my teeth this morning? Why do I even need to ask that question!?

Even as I freaked the fuck out at the prospect of being in the general vicinity as the Wonder Woman. I couldn't help but salivate at the sight of her godlike figure coming towards me. Her hips swayed naturally, and thick muscle-bound thighs propelled her forward.

Well-

Actually, it was her legs that moved her towards me, but It doesn't really matt-

Boobs!

Fuck! I lost my train of thought again! Mind you, not literally speeking. I'm not a fucking- Constantly horny baboon. Obviosly I didn't completly lose my train of thought due to the sight of boobie... As.. Amazing as they are. I'm just overexaggerating the situation in a form ''comedy'' that also fits the perverted structure that this erotic world is build around...

So yeah.

Her tits just kept bouncing; up and down, with natural ripples. They wouldn't pop out of her top, but it was so fucking teasing how dam close each jiggle got to springing her breasts free. Each ripple of bouncing tit caused my dick to pulse with lust - Again, figuratively, not literally. This whole segment is a way to describe Wonder Woman's gold-tinted tits to an unhealthy agreement to stimulate satisfaction - My eyes desperately wanted a wardrobe malfunction to occure at this very moment. Just to see her chest spring out of that breastplate.

And no one can say that desiher of mine is uncalled for. Clothing slip-ups such as the one I just wished for wouldn't happen if people wore normal fucking clothes. And Wonder Woman's get up was anything but considered normal attire.

God... If only there was some universe where I could make that clothing choice the fucking norm.. That would be nice, but knowing me if I had that kind of power, I would end up fucking shit up and losing it because I'm a dumb fucking idiot.

But I digress.

Who knew what her heavenly privates looked like was like behind the privacy of closed doors. I'd never know, that's for sure.

Anyway, with all that being said. Wonder Woman coming towards me was that last fucking thing I wanted. At least from afar, I could leer at her body from... Well... Afar.

But now I'm fucking screwed! I took one last mental snapshot of her bouncing tightly pressed cleavage, and looked towards her gorgeous face and even more charming eyes.

They were light blue and encapsulated her aura of feminine beauty.

Unfortunately, it did nothing in subsiding my hardened erection. My cock was sturring. I was hoping that looking away of her tits would cause Little Willy's upgrade into Big Billy to switch back to it's much more manageable and flaccid state.

But now, being this close to the living and physical definition of the perfect woman. I'm pretty sure no man can be flaccid around her. It might just be genuinely impossible.

How does Superman and Batman team up with her on the regular? Without having their erections be shown through the spandex, I mean...

Well they could be hard, not that I would notice... I don't go around on the internet to look for crotch shots of male heros. I aint fucking gay...

Not that being gay is a bad thing! I actually think the writer of this chapter is a bit of a homosexual, watch out around him.

"Hello there," Wonder Woman's soft crystal-like voice addressed me. "You must be Sam." She smiled.

My cock twitched. Fuck not again. Big Billy get the FUCK down!

It twitched again. Wonder Woman closed in on my personal space, and placed her strong hands that could snap me in an instant on her wide hips.

They were shaped like a literal hourglass figure.

Fucking goddammit! Big Billy, not now! Please! Wait till later, then we can jizz about this moment all night long! I already have a whole catalog of saved Wonder Woman images for my spank bank.

I attempted to fumble a response. Honestly, I did.

But all that came out was a dry cough from a reddened face.

''Smooth Sam, fucking smooth.''

Wait who said that?

My cock twitched again.

Wonder Woman's warm smile faded, and she crouched down to my seated position. Her toned muscular legs bent as she squatted just above the floor. The bare skin of her exposed thighs pressed into the red leather boots that coated her feet.

"Are you alright? You aren't harmed, are you?"

Fucking goddam! Her tits are something else! She crouched down to be at eye level with me. But that also had below me in the perfect spot for a god-level downblouse for a horny teenager.

Get it because she's like... A god or something... I'm not really sure about her fucking origin story shit, but from might point of view, she's on the same level as gods, so it fits.

"Medical help will be on its way but..." Wonder Woman pursed her lips reached out a hesitant hand towards me. "If you are willing. I would like to ask you a few questions."

Hmm? What did she say? I was too busy staring deep into that lightly tanned cleavage valley through my partial vision. It's a skill I've learned to master. It's a way to make it appear as though you're not looking at something, while fully observing said thing. I've used that tactic many times when talking to attractive individuals.

You should try it, comes in handy when living the life of a pervert.

Anyway.

Yeah, I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. Were you? Doesn't matter. Cause I wasn't, and this is my fucking story.

Fuck you BITCH

I was speaking to you, not Wonder Woman.

*Snap* *Snap*

Wonder Woman snapped her fingers before my face. Which brought me out of a very dangerous bout of leering at one of the most powerful females on the fucking planet while she was no less than a few feet in front of me.

"Huh?" I blinked rapidly and focused my eyes on her beautiful face. "Oh.. Uh..."

*Gulp*

She pursed her lips and stared at me in silence for a few prolonged seconds that seemed to extend longer than it realistically did.

"Well alright." Wonder Woman sighed and then offered me her well-practiced familiar smile. "Rest and recover, we will discuss matters later."

Eh?

What did she say? Discuss matters? I... What?

Okay, maybe I should have been paying less attention to her fuckable tits and more to-

Oh fuck, that's a slappable fucking ass!

Wonder Woman rose to her feet and began walking towards a person who seemed to be recovering from their near-life experience. That left me in eye level to her well-rounded ass. The spandex bottom clutched her bouncing cheeks tightly, her backside shifted and moved pleasingly with each step.

Jesus Christ... Big Billy is having a field day in my fucking pants. I'm usually much better than this, when there isn't a tent in my pants, I can actually think straight for long enough to hold a proper conversation.

But this is Wonder Woman we're talking about

Wonder fucking Woman! I think it was a lost cause the moment she spoke to me in the flesh. It's one thing to ogle the woman online through the means of social media and the like. With recordings, I can pause at a nice ass shot, zoom in, and analyze the curvature and bounce of her perfectly molded tits.

It's easy!

But in person, shit's a whole nother ballpark.

Instead of just staring, I could easily reach out and cup the soft weight of her asscheeks. It wouldn't be hard. All I would have to do is get up, approach her from behind, and place my hand on her buttocks.

Sure, she'd most definitely cut off my arm or something else equally gratuitous. But it would be fucking worth it! At least, momentarily speaking, in the long run, I'd probably grow to regret that decision.

Though I would have an epic tale to tell if anyone were to ask me how I came to lose an arm.

''It all started when I copped a feel of Wonder Woman's ass.''

But I digress.

After spending a few more minutes talking with other people, Wonder Woman took off into the sky with a crouch and a spring of her legs.

A sonic boom signaled her departure, leaving a soft trail of dust.

Now that the walking, living, and breathing fanservice had left the scene. I could actually think straight for a moment.

And now I'm fucking pissed! What the fuck Big Billy!? I had the chance to talk to a freaking goddess, and you ruined it by turning me on to pathetically high degrees of perversion!

That was genuinely pathetic! In what universe would someone be so distracted by horny greed that they couldn't even be able to hold a conversation? It doesn't even make sense!

Fucking hell...

Apparently, there are some benefits to owning a vehicle that was the center of an unprompted super-villain attack.

Who would've thought?

I didn't even know who caused the bus to rev out of control, but the conflict apparently falls under metahuman activity. The bus I ''claimed'' was fully covered under S.T.A.R Lab's Metahuman Insurence Branch.

I was told by- Or ''reminded'' by, one of the officers that I shouldn't have to worry about my wrecked vehicle. One of the perks that come to all Central City residents that are up to date on their tax forms is that super-villain attacks of any kind are fully covered through a collaboration between the city itself and S.T.A.R Labs. As long as the attack can be proven to have been unprompted, random people can't just start chaos and profit from them, all damages and costs are fully reimbursed.

Sure, all of that is paid through the taxes itself, but even still, it's one of the many reasons why people feel safer here then they would say, Gotham. That place is a fucking shit show I'll tell you.

Some medics came to check up on everyone and after an hour and a half of needlessly waiting for the all-clear. I was finally allowed to get out of this wreckage and continue on with my day. After Wonder Woman had dipped, things got real dull real fucking fast. So once the permission was given, you know for a fucking fact I was the first out of there.

Actually, I was the second but- But it really doesn't matter.

So I was shit out of luck on a way to get back home. And I didn't want to call Mom since I'm pretty sure she's still pissed with me over my whole ''disrespecting'' and ''undermining'' her authority shit. Also, I took her car, so I'm pretty sure she doesn't have a means of transportation anymore since her... I mean, my car is wrecked.

Honestly, I blame her for that, a good parent would never let their kid drive when they don't know how the fuck to control a vehicle behind the wheel. Mom let me take her car out for a spin, and then I fucking trashed it, so... So, it's her fault.

Yes lets go with that.

So logically, to fix my lack of transportation problem. I just grabbed the attention of a passing car. It slowed to a stop, and I notice there was a fairly attractive looking blond teen at the driver's seat.

"Hey guy! Get out of the fucking road." She seemed exasperated and not in the mood to deal with some fucker like me. I can't blame her though, I was literally standing directly in her path.

It was not like I had a choice, though; no other car would stop for me, so I ran out of options.

"Sorry," I pulled out my maker. "I was just wondering if I could get a ride home."

The blond chick wore summer shades and was clearly on the way to or from a party with the way she was dressed in a sleeveless red blouse.

Regardless of what she was doing, it was evident from her expression what her response would be.

"What? No! Get out of the..." Her eyes narrowed from behind her dark shades, and she gasped. "Hey don't mark up my car!" She slammed a hand onto her steering wheel, causing the car to honk loudly. "What the fuck are yo-"

Her tone of voice changed once I finished writing.

There are benefits to having a simple three-letter name.

I gotta thank my mother for that one.

And speaking of mother...

"Mom! I'm homeee!" My voice echoed into the house right as I opened the front door. "I brought back sweets! And some uh..." I glanced down at my hands, which held two plastic cups of melted ice cream. "Yeah, just ice cream."

I had a plan for Mom, she was pissed sure, but for reasons we all might know. She doesn't truly scared me anymore. And now I just see the woman who gave birth to me as a testing subject, one that's home and willing to be the plaything to her son. Whether she's aware of it or not.

After spending the last few hours around the city, I used the pen on a bunch of shit. It worked great, but I kept things on a surface level. I wrote my names on the ice cream cups in my hand, and the employee who handed it to me did a double-take before giving me back my money.

I got some new shoes, by - you guessed it - writing my name on them.

Yeah, I basically stole a bunch of shit. I even wrote my name on a backpack to hold the things I now own.

But to truly have more fun with this strange power at hand, I need to first test the waters. Just like I testing this shit on Mom to begin with, I'm now prepared to test out some more limits of this ability on the very same woman. It's a terrible thought, but I guess I'm just a terrible son... But really, who's to blame here? Me? Or the woman that raised me? One could argue, if she had done a better job, I wouldn't be seeing her as a test dummy to practice my shit on.

But maybe that's just me refusing to take responsibility.

Just as I stepped into the house, I took a pause and remembered something.

"Ohh, you can go to that party now Amelia."

The blonde, who sat in her... Sorry, I mean... My car, looked back at me through the driver seat window.

"Really I... Are you sure?" She blinked from behind her tinted shades that she still wore for some reason despite it being reasonably dark out due to the sun's setting light. "I don't want to use come off as-"

"Yeah yeah whatever," I shot her an exasperated and disinterested wave of my hand. "Go on, just pretend like it's your car or whatever."

"I can bring it back later, it's no biggie."

"Fucking hell! It's your own dam car! Thanks for the ride, but stop acting like you're stealing from me."

She frowned.

Oh shit, I recognize that face! Well, I could just steal her car, but I'm not sure I want to do that. After the initial jab, she verbally spat when we first crossed paths, she seemed to be pretty chill and drove me around the city out of the kindness of her heart...

...

BAHAHAHAHA

Nahh! She was only doing that shit so I would let her keep the car. And now that I'm actually letting her go, she's all hesitant, what does she think I'm going to call the police and report a stolen car? Could I actually do that?

Whatever.

I sighed and began to speak slowly. "Okay listen, you can use my car for a bit. Once you're done, take it through the car wash, and look it over. Then you can bring it back to me."

There was a brief pause as the blond took in my words. Then she nodded to herself and smiled. "Sure I'll wash the car, thank you! Thank you! Really, it means a lot. I'll bring it back over once it's clean!"

"Mmhmm, sure you will," I muttered under my breath and turned my back to her. "Thanking me for letting her use her own fucking car... This is some fucked up shit."

*SLAM*

The door shut behind me.

"Anyone home? Uh... Hey Mom!"

I popped my head into the kitchen, where I spied my mother seated at the kitchen table. Her back was to the pantry, and the majority of her attention was focused on the laptop that was set up before her.

Mom's fingers danced across the keyboard with a natural familiarity that came from practice typing. She seemed too invested in whatever was on her computer screen to notice my arrival. That or she just chose to ignore me, that is also a possibility.

I wonder if she's still mad over-

"Hmmm," She hummed, fingers still typing. "Hello." Her eyes flicked to the side for a split second to eye me up before returning to the screen. "Did you have fun out there?"

"Yeah I did actually! So funny story I-"

"Good, now come take a seat I need to talk to you."

I paused. Okay, that tone of voice, that right there. That's the calm before the storm type of shit. Noah and the fucking ark. I think, I haven't read the Bible in a bit, but wasn't there a flood? Whatever.

My Mom is usually a sweet woman, but that's because I'm usually not acting like a bitch. I stay in my lane, and everyone's happy. Recently I've been pushing her buttons, and it's admittedly uncalled for.

But I'm a pervert in an erotic story, so what do you expect from me?

"Are you still mad at me?" I asked the obvious.

Mom took a sip of her water. The glass hit her soft lips, and she silently gulped. Paused. And repeated herself with a much more commanding voice.

"Sit down Sam."

"Alright, alright, fine! Geeze..." I did as she said and took a seat beside her on the table.

Just then Mom sighed, she rose her palm to the top of her laptop and closed it shut.

"I love you Sam, nothing will ever change that. Do you understand?"

I blinked. Whut?

She leaned somewhat forward, her large bosom pressed into the tabletop. A small hint of cleavage was viewable through her blouse's neckline, a considerable contrast from how she was walking around in nothing but her underwear a few hours ago.

"Well, I love you too Mom." I hesitantly spoke. What was she playing at?

"Do you? Because you have been disrespecting me all day, and I don't know what prompted this behavior."

Oh I see where this is going.

Mom idly scratched at her arm while she looked at me in the eye. "Because I love you so much, I want to make this clear. Your behavior today must never happen again. EVER. If it does, it will have long term effects on you and your status as a member of this household."

"Wait a minuet... Wait a... Mom are you threatening to kick me out?"

"Honey no I..." She sighed again, and for once, I wasn't distracted by her large chest that... Okay, no I was distracted. Her tits rose up with that intake of air, alright? It was fucking hot. "I love you, and I would hate to do that. Which is why I want to make this painfully clear... If you do anything like... What you did earlier today.... Again.... You finding another place to live might be an option up for disgussion."

"So you're threatening to kick me out..." I wonder if she could still do that if I write my name on the house.

"Well.. More or less, yes. Young Man, ignoring the way you disrespected the person who pays the bills. You are old enough to know that the way you touched me this morning would be considered sexual ****."

Is that what she's pissed about? I simple grab towards her boobs? They were literally out in my face! I did what any horny man in a porno would do.

Anyway, I cam here to test out shit, not get berated.

"I'm sorry Mom." I apologized, though deep down, I didn't mean any of it.

Upon hearing those words, her face softened. "I believe you honey, we all make accidents. Just don't let it happen again, and we can forget about today."

"Alright well, if that's it." I stood up from my seat. And made a motion to where I put her ice cream bowl. "I bought you this, just to show how sorry I was."

"Oh really?" She offered me a suspiciously humorous look. "My son always knows to **** my sweet tooth."

"Mmmhmm!" I nodded and made to leave the kitchen. My plan was to have her feeling less pissed and more relaxed for my second round of testing. "I'm going to go work on my homework. I'll see you tomorrow."

My mother smiled at me, and I knew I won. By winning, I mean winning in deceiving her that I actually learned something here.

Heheh, the only thing I learned is that her stern face would look amazing covered in my cum.

I think I have a thing for taking over women in power... I'm not sure if this trend will continue, but ''testing'' on the woman that raised me is basically going for gold on that list. What better woman with authority to start playing with than my own mother?

God DAM am I committed to this beat. I know I have joked in the past about being a man of science, but I'm starting to fall for my own fucking lies.

Eagerly awaiting the perfect moment to go through with my plan kept me up all night!

Luckily staying up was apart of the whole plan, so it works. See, I want to try pushing this ownership to the next level. I wrote my name on enough objects to get the gist of how that works. But what happens if I jot my name down on an object that lives... Breaths... Blinks... Has thoughts... Feelings... And.. And....

An actual fucking person!

It was 3:30am, the house was pitch black. Nichole returned home late, which was my main problem. I had to make sure I wouldn't be interrupted by anyone whilst I commenced the plan.

Funny how Nichole's allowed to be out so late without getting nagged at by Mom. Even though I'm older and have gotten a verbal punishment for doing the same thing, but I digress.

My mother's bedroom door creaked open as I made my way into her room as stealthily as I could manage. Getting caught here wasn't necessarily an option up on the table at the moment.

Being quiet is hard when you're, well actually trying to not make a sound. But I managed to manage.

Mom was a quiet sleeper, so I approached her sleeping form with caution.

Holy shit

My mother was beautiful... Despite her age. Even sleeping, she looked great and for a split second, staring at her peaceful sleeping figure. I felt bad...

Her plump lips were parted open, and she exhaled warm breath from her mouth. The covers were draped halfway off her shapely body. She wore a nightgown to bed, one that exposed her midriff and soft stomach. Her bottom was on loose and casually drifted down her round ass, showing her upper butt flesh.

She laid on her stomach, not sure how comfortable that would be seeing that her massive bust was squeezed into the bed cushion and protruding out from the sides of her chest.

It took 7% of my overall willpower to resist the urge to poke her presented sideboob. I leaned down to the side of the bed and grabbed the bottom hem of her nightgown top.

I was so fucking hard, from this point of view, I could see the dark form of my mother's creamy underboob.

Okay. Shit. Don't get distracted.

Backing up, I moved my attention towards her child birthing ass. It was round in the shape of a ripe peach.

This is the ass I came out off... Well not necessarily the ass butt... Well it doesn't matter.

I was about to do this to my own mother, and nothing was going to stop me.

My marker was in hand.

Carefully, I pulled down her pants, enough to expose her soft white ass to my perving eyes. This is it, the moment of no return. As if I haven't passed it already.

I had to test out how this shit works, and a few hours ago, this very same woman said she would never stop loving me. So what do I have to lose? She said she'd always love me!

"S A M"

I wrote out in large, bold letters. It was hard, and with my mother's light sleeping, she began to stir from the **** of my marker on her skin.

The pure fat of her ass caused the marker and my hand to sink into her jiggly buttocks. But I managed to finish just as she gathered enough consciousness to flicker her eyes open.

"S... Sam?" My mother blinked, she arched her back, and stared at me with confused eyes.

Now or never. I slapped her ass.

"S... SAM!"

My fingers sank into her butt, and shook her jello-like buttflesh up and down, then left and right.

"SAMUEL! WHAT THE HELL?"

*SLAP*

Went my hand across her right ass cheek. My other hand was trapped under her pants, pantie, and between her warm ass cheeks, I pinched her inner fat, and Mom half-moaned half-squeaked.

The forty-year-old woman lurched herself up. She flung off the covered and staggered herself onto her feet.

That quick action caused her bottom half to be bare to all in the darkroom.

Just then, she flicked on her lamp, and light cast over her face revealing my mother to be in a full fit of rage.

"YOU ARE-"

"Mom hold on! Don't freak out!"

"NO YOUNG MAN! YOU VIOLATED-"

"My own property?"

Her fists clenched, and if I didn't know what I was doing, I would be genuinely afraid of this woman.

But I wasn't afraid, as I knew exactly what I was doing.

"Follow me." I told her and quickly dashed into her bathroom.

"YOUNG MAN!" She called back. A call that I ignored, I knew she would follow me in as the bathroom would be the perfect place to corner and ''punish'' her naughty son.

Right on cue, Mom stormed into her bathroom. And flicked on the light switch.

Such a bright flash of light caused us both to flinch as our eyes adjusted. I blinked rapidly, and so did she. But in her own fit of rage, she adjusted quicker than me.

"SAMUEL DEAN! YOU-" She stepped towards me, and paused on an instant.

Eventually, my vision recovered. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted to a sight I very much hoped to see.

Mom had taken a quick glance towards her bottomless reflection in the mirror. And plain as day, with the help from the glass, she noticed the name that had been marked onto her buttocks.

"Oh my I..." She stammered a hand went to cover her mouth as she showed a face of shock rather than the previous anger. "Honey I didn't realize... You owned my butt? I... I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have lashed out."

I smiled. And closed the distance between us.

As Mom stared at her reflection in shock, I placed a hand on the curve of her back and rested my palm on her fat ass.

"It's okay Mom."

*Slap*

My hand collided with her bare cheeks, and her buttocks jiggled.

"You helped me figure out something new. I think this is my origin story."

I grabbed hold of her juicy ass fat and pinched.

I forgot the plugs ;-;

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