She must become your sex

“Well Mom I think if you want me to commit ****, it’s only fair if you firmly commit to it” you tell her.

“What do you mean Johnny?” she asked in the most gentle tone she could manage, but you could see her legs shake as she desperately tried to remain upright as her arousal overtook her.

“I want you to commit completely as my sex ****, and I want a full signature” you demand, sending a psychic command to Jeannie

“I wish I had a contract to make Ms Dreamer Master’s sex ****. And I wish this contact would be enforceable in any court of law” she chanted before a piece of paper appeared in her hands along with a pen. As your mother didn’t see this happen, nor heard the wish, Jeannie made it look like she was taking the contract out of the draw and handed it to you.

“Just sign here mom and I’ll be sure to fuck your brains out” you explained, indicating the space in the picture.

Your mom who at this point was humping the end of your bed in a **** attempt to relieve some of her hormonal energy out.

“Surely-surely you can’t be serious honey” she begged actively but you simply rolled up the contract.

“Well if you don’t want it” you say rolling up the paper before your mother screamed “WAIT”

In an instant your mother snatched the contract from your hands and scribbled down her signature “I’m yours Johnny”

“Master” you correct.

“Master” she spat then began to sexily offer herself to you “I’ll do whatever you want”