You hear a loud crash

And the sounds of people fighting. But it soon ends.

You crawl your way out while you remember. Your mother has heaps of stamina. Even when she comes from the gym she spends hours on her room, yet whenever she's cum on you she's lasted minutes.

Even if self pleasuring takes longer she must do it a few times. And that night she had been so excited, and the amount of semen lealing from you was so abnormal, yet you hadn't realized. She was probably binded that night.

Then after she came from the gym she was probably going to cum many times but either the sympathy for you or your sister's intervention had stopped her.

Then, why did she came in your room? You try to come up with an explanation and what seems accurate is that she wanted to prepare the perfect trap for Crystal, yet at the same time make sure you were ko'd. You look fearful at your imposing mother who was able to lie through her teeth this whole day, as of she was a different being from what you remembered. Crystal laid there in thick ropes, probably bought when your mom had to go to "the supermarket".

-Dougie, -Said your mom with a neutral face and the most chilling casual tone you'd ever heard from anyone. - You had to dislike what we had and go to your sister. Now look at this mess. It's all your fault from being a binder, a slut, and not even a good slut but one who is afraid of being thoroughly fucked by a real futa.- Tears cloud your eyes as you feel deeply unjust. She got down to your eye level as her giant breasts swayed domineeringly- But worry not as I appreciate even your defects. You cowardly tears make me stir and I see your immature, bitchy attitude as something to correct through proper discipline.- She caresses your face.- How would they feel, I wonder, your lips after I have taught them the proper way of worshipping a cock. Instead of you being a natural, I rather prefer your clumsiness. You will surely commit mistakes along the way and I will be there to correct. Every single one of them.

Then you fainted.