Stolen Lives

The room is cloaked in darkness, the air heavy with tension. I stand frozen, my heart racing in my chest, as I bear witness to an unimaginable sight. My mother, her eyes ablaze with a newfound power, holds my girlfriend captive with an undeniable dominance.

In a forceful display of control, my mother pins my girlfriend against the wall, her grip firm and unyielding. The room fills with the symphony of their passionate encounter, their bodies moving in a dance of desire and betrayal.

My mother, her voice dripping with authority, asserts her dominance.

"You belong to me now, my little slut," she declares, her voice laced with a mix of command and desire.

My girlfriend, caught between pleasure and confusion, succumbs to my mother's commanding presence. Their bodies collide in a frenzy of lust, the room echoing with their moans and gasps.

"Harder, Mommy," my girlfriend pleads, her voice filled with a **** need for more.

My mother, fueled by her stolen power and the taboo nature of their connection, obliges. She takes hold of my girlfriend's body, guiding her stolen hand to my girlfriend's wetness. With a wicked grin, my mother uses my body to pleasure my girlfriend, her stolen penis sliding inside with a forceful thrust.

The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate union, the wet slaps and moans mingling in a symphony of forbidden desire. Pleasure courses through their bodies, intensifying with every thrust, as they surrender to the depths of their darkest fantasies.

As their encounter reaches its climax, they shatter into ecstasy, their bodies trembling with the weight of their forbidden desires. With a final, primal cry, they collapse into each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.