Why’d it have to be him!

You turned to your side and saw your father coming up the stairs at just the worst possible time you could imagine.

“Have you seen Mary anywhere? I haven’t been able to find her anywhere downstairs.” he questioned, unknowingly spiking your anxiety with just a few simple words.

“No sorry, I’ve been in my room since dinner” you responded with a reflex, before a better excuse made its way into your head.

“I think I heard voices coming from Lucy’s room earlier, I assume she's in there talking about what happened earlier”

“She always was a pain that girl” your father spat, insulting your sister in front of your face, forcing you to quell the anger forming in your chest.

“...I’d probably leave them be if I were you, it’s probably not a good time to interrupt” you suggested, trying your hardest to remove the disdain from your voice.

If your tone was still harsh, your father showed no signs of realising it as he gave a quick grunt before turning around and heading back down the stairs.

“If you see her come out then tell her I’m looking for her” he said over his shoulder, not even waiting for your response as you walked away.

His lackluster attitude allowed you a sigh of relief as the immediate danger was now gone. Not willing to risk any more chance encounters, you dipped into the bathroom and grabbed the nearest clean towel before walking back to your room. Your thoughts were drawn back to Mom as you approached your room, just imagining her naked behind your door was all the stimulation you needed to start to get another erection.

Thinking about your previous encounter further got you even harder, but you couldn’t help but think about her change in attitude compared to all the other times you had brought her to your room.

Getting her close to cumming seemed to be the key or at least getting her horny in general was what brought out a side of her that was much easier to manipulate. You'd have to test that the next time you got her alone and spend a bit of time riling her up before you moved onto yourself. There would definitely be some backlash once she calmed down and thought about what she had just done but letting her pin the blame on you instead of it resting upon herself would give her the excuse she needed to justify her actions.

You carried on contemplating as you opened your door, causing Mom to try and cover up at the unexpected noise before realising it was you. You were surprised to see that she hadn’t even attempted to wear any of her discarded clothes. You would have thought she’d at least try and wear her skirt while you were gone but she continued to sit kneeling exactly where you left her.

“What took you so long! And you could have knocked when you came in” she grumbled, before looking relieved to see the towel in your hand.

“I feel like knocking would have only made you jump even more,” you said, passing her the towel before going back to lock the door.

You moved over to where you had been sat previously and watched as Mom attempted to clean herself, rubbing the towel against her chest to try and scoop all of your cum off of her. With how long you had taken earlier, there was no way that she'd be able to get all of it off without her still feeling some of it stick to her skin, creating almost a film that she would be able to feel until she properly washed it off. Just knowing that she’d be able to feel it for the rest of the day made it seem like you had marked her, claiming her as your own and stealing her away from your father.

In reality, you were still far away from truly claiming her but you were making steady progress with Mom and every other subject you had added so far. Thinking about other subjects felt like a waste at the moment as watching Mom attempt to towel off her naked body was a much better thing to focus on. She didn’t seem to appreciate your stare and silently ignored you, occasionally glancing your way before turning back when she realised you still had your eye on her. There was little reason to interrupt her but you decided to break the silence, if only to push your own agenda.

“So with the punishment out of the way, are you up for some extra orders? I think you were on about 13 points before this morning and let's say about another 3 for half finishing your earlier order before you ran away and another one point for admitting you liked having me cum on you, so… 17?” you asked before listing off her points total, another thing you had recently wrote down to keep track of.

“I didn’t say I liked it, just that it wasn’t bad” Mom replied, stopping her cleaning to defend herself before she carried on.

“And no, I think this is about all I can handle for today” she said and when you thought about what you had pushed her towards, you agreed that what she was saying was fair. Still, it didn’t mean you couldn’t set up stuff for the future.

“Alright fine, but how about this, considering you already let me use your panties once, how about we make it a regular thing? Whenever I ask, you can give me your panties and earn yourself an extra point. Obviously you can still refuse but if I’m feeling especially persistent, I might increase the point total to raise the stakes” you explained, giving her another option to earn points and giving yourself another method of stripping your mother.

“Well it's not like I can say no can I? You're still gonna ask me to strip whether I like it or not right?“ Mom said, not even stopping to think after you put forward a new way to humiliate her.

“I’m glad your starting to catch on,” you replied with a grin, getting nothing but a cold stare in return before you tried to change her opinion.

“It's not like you would have lost anything even if it was a fair choice. I’m not gonna **** you to strip and you always have the choice to say no, no matter how much I want to rid you of your panties” you added, getting at least a groan from her instead of silence.

After you said your piece, you continued to watch as Mom finished off her wiping, before she finally seemed to give up when she got the majority of it off. With that done she got up and headed towards the door and her pile of clothes she had left besides it, tentatively grabbing her bra and looking back to you.

“...I am okay to put these back on, right?” she asked, deferring to you as if it was the natural thing to do.

“Sure you can, you can even put your panties back on if you want” you said, picking them up from where she had left them and dangling them in front of her.

“I don’t have to, do I?” she nervously asked, hesitantly waiting for the next words out of your mouth.