Keep Fucking Mom, You Have To Make Her Yours

The instant you think about giving up, you imagine your father laughing at you, with one arm around Bitch, and the other around Mom, mocking you, "See how weak and helpless you are? You're so weak, and women hate weak men. So, it's only natural that your mate would want to be mine. And your mother? Well, you never had a chance with her from the beginning."

You grind your teeth in anger, and you increase your pace two fold. You're going to break that magic, and free her from your father's hold, if it's the last thing you ever do.

Mom gasps at your sudden pace increase. "Son, you okay?"

"I won't let him win!" you scream, and thrust even harder.

Mom smiles at you, and gives you a deep and passionate kiss. As your tongues wrestle, you increase your pace again. As Mom separates from your kiss, you put all your strength into a thrust, and her eyes widen as a moan escapes her lips. "It's working..." she says, catching her breath. "The magic is weakening. I'm starting to feel it. Don't stop now! Keep going! Give me everything!"