Take charge — tell her being a is not just about sex. She’s going to serve you every way, starting with dinner

You are more turned on than you expected to be by your mother kneeling and offering herself as a ****. You don’t want to take her right now, here in the basement. You’ve been looking forward to a threesome with Mom and Abbie since this morning. You also want to give Abbie plenty of time to get the herbs put away.

You come up with an idea to keep Mom down here a bit longer, and also enjoy your power over her.

You lean over and swat your mother’s ass hard. She yelps, “Ow!” but then a low, throaty moan escapes her lips.

You bend lower, bringing your lips to her ear, and say quietly. “Being my **** won’t just be about fun sexy-times, Mom. I expect you to serve me in every way, cooking my food, keeping my house clean and orderly, and making money to support me.” You skip over the fact that she’s pretty much been doing most of this as your mom all your life. It sounds more **** if she’s doing it as a ****. “You’ll do as you’re told, follow my every command, and respect my wishes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I understand.” She replies in an urgent pant, looking up at you worshipfully. She licks her lips and they glisten.

“Good girl,” you tell her. “Tell me, when you came home, did I say I wanted to fuck you right away, or did I tell you I wanted dinner first?”

“You said you wanted dinner first, Sir,” she admits. Her gaze moves down to the floor.

“Yes I did. Did I say anything since then to make you think I changed my mind?” Your voice takes on a stern quality.

“No, Sir.” She shakes her head.

You land another stinging smack on her ass. Her body jolts. “So, my original intent is still in place, isn’t it?” There isn’t any tone of a question in your voice.

“Yes, Sir.”

You grip a fistful of her hair and tug her head back to glare down into her eyes. She shudders at being manhandled. “If that’s the case, what do you think I want from my **** right now?” you grill her.

“I think you want me to cook your dinner, Master,” she breathes out. Her breasts are heaving, and her cheeks are flushed pink.

You nod. Then you call up the stairs. “Abbie, are you in the kitchen?”

“Yes, Master,” comes her answer. You’re confident she’s put the herbs back where they belong.

You take your mother’s hand and guide her up to her feet. “Go make dinner. Abbie will help you. Call me when it’s ready. I’ll be in my room,” you tell her. You give her another slap on the ass to send her on her way, this one is lighter and more playful.

“Yes, Master. Thank you,” she says as she hurries up the stairs.

After taking a moment to savor what just happened, you climb two flights of stairs up to your bedroom. You see your mother and sister working to make dinner as you pass the kitchen.

It’s a struggle to get started on your homework. With everything that’s happened in the past week and everything you know now, high school seems especially pointless. But you **** yourself to put in minimal effort to complete your assignments. Failing your classes with just a month to go would be pointless, too.

Once you finish your schoolwork, you go back to the magic website. You want to check out the details on the spell to bring in money. It was fun telling your mom that she had to work to support you, but being rich so you and your slaves don’t have to work sounds even better.

When you get to the site and see the first list of spells, the entry for the Journey of Morpheus triggers your memory. There’s a warning that the more you use it on the same subject, the more likely they will become lucid dreamers. Your mom said something about lucid dreaming when you asked her about her sex dreams. That sounds like something you should find out more about.

You turn off your computer and head down the stairs to ask your mom about her dreams, and you find her and Abbie putting dinner on the dining room table. They are both wearing nothing but lacy bras and panties and strappy high-heeled shoes. Abbie’s lingerie is pale pink, and Mom’s is black. You’ve seen them both naked before, but the sight of the mother and daughter pair together, barely dressed to show off their bodies to you, is an instant turn-on.

Your mother smiles wide when she sees you. “I’m sorry, Master. Dinner isn’t quite ready for you yet. Would you like Abbie to get you a drink while I bring the rest of the food out?” She trails her fingers across Abbie’s bare shoulders as she offers.

Abbie gives her mother a slight nod of acknowledgment and walks toward you with a wicked grin on her lips, her hips undulating and her full breasts bouncing lightly in the bits of fabric that barely contain them. “What’s your pleasure, Master?” she purrs.

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