Turn Mum into a slave

I couldn't resist the temptation. Finally, I had a chance to get even for the last five years. For every single day of humiliation. I started typing, picturing my mother in a whorish French maid outfit.

"Every mother becomes a fully obedient and submissive sexual slave to her son once he turns 18 and becomes the head of the family."

I smiled and pressed "send." With satisfaction and a sense of power, I returned inside.

The kitchen greeted me with a gorgeous sight. Mom stood by the stove in a black-and-white dress that barely covered her round ass. Her slender legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings connected by straps to her panties. I smiled and slapped her ass. She spun around instantly and smacked me across the face.

- How many times do I have to tell you I belong to your brother, you wimp? - she snarled angrily.

I blinked, stunned. I didn't understand any of this. I looked at her collar and saw a tag: Property of Hunter Knox. I stared in disbelief, unable to process what was happening.

- Give me the phone. You're grounded. - she said, snatching it from my hand.

That snapped me out of my stupor. I looked at my mother, who was smiling as she typed something into it.