Seduction and domination.

One particularly insane idea comes to mind as you remember your father and how he could reign in your mothers wilder moods. You latch onto it with more gusto than you'd like to admit, a thousand justifications falling into place as you step straight into her lunging grasp and catch her cheek in your palm.

Her momentum seems to puff out against you and her hellish visage dissipates like smoke, leaving your mother beautiful as you had always known her looking up into your eyes in surprise. Hm. You were taller again. Interesting.

"...Donmal?"

Holy shit it's working. You lean in slowly, cupping her jaw and feeling a thrill as your lips meet. A dozen emotions hum through you, vanishingly few of them putting up any kind of counterargument to proceeding with this course of action.

The shock starts to fade from her features, replaced with gleeful bemusement, "You naughty, naughty boy! So very much like your father when he was younger..." She leans back in for another kiss but you back away. Her eyes narrow and you smirk. You'd found your path to victory and it was going to be on your terms.

"Donmal, don't make the same mistake your father did...."

"He clearly didn't keep you on a tight enough leash, I won't make the same mistake."

A frisson of arousal passed through her, accompanied by a tiny squeak of outrage, and her glare was murderous as you grinned broadly. She turned away as you leaned back in but you didn't mind, planting a kiss on her cheek and making your way to her tightened jaw and then her neck. Protesting hands pressed against your chest, firm but lacking any of the relentless strength she displayed earlier. Another suppressed noise came from her throat and you rewarded her with a hard nip of your teeth, a hand sliding up her back to gently entangle her hair... before yanking her head back.

"AHn! Donmal stop it!"

You marvel that you hadn't done this sooner. It felt so right to hold her in your arms, her domineering attitude so easily swept aside with a token effort. Her struggles are driving you wild, whatever source she drew her power from purring contentedly in your grip, even as she resisted your dominance. Keeping an iron grip on her hair, your tongue enamored with the taste of her skin, your other hand sinks lower to squeeze her perfect ass.

"Donmal..."

Her breathless voice is music to your ears and you bite down on her shoulder as she whimpers and continues to squirm in your grip. Pulling back, you release your hold on her hair, stroking her neck affectionately as you gaze into her flushed glare.

"I am your mother."

"That didn't seem to matter when you thought you could walk all over me."

You catch her hand as it whips up to strike you, pulling it to your lips and kissing its back. Her face is red with anger but you can feel her nipples, peaked with arousal, pressing into your chest. You can relate. You walk her back a step, nearly carrying her as you press her up against the wall, grinding your hips to hers and letting her feel how aroused you were in turn.

"I won't be some concubine Donmal, if we do this it will be on my terms."

"You'll never be 'some concubine' to me Mother," You lean back in to her ear, "You'll be my ****."