Is your mother your target?

Yes

Chapter 5 by bastardlydastard bastardlydastard

Despite all the resentment you have for her, you can't help but be attracted to your mother. She was still young, and incredibly hot. Black hair, gorgeous face, huge tits a fat ass, and thick thighs. Her professional clothes made her even hotter, stocking and tight skirts and blouses that showed off her cleavage were commonplace, though right now she was in simple pajamas.

Your resentment and attraction mingled together, and you often found yourself masturbating to the thought of having her as your slave and getting back at her for her years ob belittling you with sadistic sexual punishments.

And now you could.

You snuck over to her, as light on your feet as you could be, and raised the arrow.

With one swift motion, you drive only the very tip of the weapon into your mother's hand. The instant you did, the arrow dissolved into smoke, leaving your mother's hand unwounded.

She moaned slightly and blinked her eyes open, yawning.

"Jim?" She asked blearily.

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