You've got your foot in the door(Alter)

"Ryan Ferro's"

You wrote each letter very carefully, ensuring it was imprinted neatly and evenly into the soft skin of Kelly's arm.

"Here you go," you said.

"Better not write any nonsense. Let me see what you wrote." She looked at the words on her arm and was suddenly surprised.

"Is something wrong?" You looked at her curiously.

"No, but I just realized that I belong to you. Everything—my body, my thoughts, my identity... all of me belongs to you. I'm sorry for using 'I' all this time without your permission." She spoke with genuine remorse.

"How do you know you're mine?" You asked, wanting to confirm it was really true.

"The words 'Ryan Ferro's' are clearly written on my body. You can do anything you want with me." She raised the arm you had written on and pointed to the inscription.

"SO IT ACTUALLY WORKS!" You exclaimed in delight.

"What works? Did I miss something?" She furrowed her brows and leaned toward you, unintentionally revealing her deep cleavage.

"Nothing. So everything about you really belongs to me?" You pointed your finger at her to confirm once more.

"Yes, everything is completely yours. Don't ask such strange questions!" She smiled confidently.

"Do you feel any changes in yourself?" You asked. You were afraid she would become soulless, just blindly obedient, and no longer the same Kelly O'Brien who was your best friend Andrew’s mother.

"Not really. I just know I belong to you now, so I'm not sure what I should do. I think I should just listen to you. I've been trespassing on your property by using 'I' for so long." She answered honestly, as if it were her duty.

"I want you to stay the same as before. Be Kelly O'Brien. I don't want your life or behavior to change. I don't need you to be completely dependent on me. I want you to be free to do what you want, but you must remember the meaning of what I say and what I do to you." You didn't want her to become a puppet. You wanted her to still have emotions and thoughts.

"Thank you, son. Thank you for allowing me to use 'I'." She smiled brightly, as if truly grateful.

Seeing Kelly’s smile, your brain seemed to stop for a moment to process everything. Now, the beautiful red-haired MILF Kelly O'Brien — mother of your best friend Andrew — with her incredibly sexy body, belonged to you. You let your eyes roam over her figure again. Her hourglass body, 36D breasts, and round, firm ass tightly hugged by her gray shorts accentuated her allure. Combined with her beautiful face, emerald-green eyes, plump soft lips, faint freckles, and the small mole on her left cheek. Despite being over thirty, she maintained her beauty exceptionally well — she could easily rival the most attractive women of any age.

Who would have thought that on a beautiful day, you would own your best friend Andrew’s fiery red-haired MILF mother just by writing your name on her? With that thought, your eyes unconsciously stared at her cleavage.

Noticing your gaze, Kelly stepped closer and hugged you. Feeling the soft pressure of her full breasts against you, your heart raced. "Don’t be shy. You’re still young, so this is just a normal physiological reaction, my dear son," she said while gently stroking you.

Adrenaline surged through you. No longer holding back, you reached out and touched her breasts. The moment your hands made contact, it felt like heaven. They were incredibly soft, warm, full, and round — so big you couldn’t even hold them completely. You began greedily kneading them.

"Ahh... Ahhhh... No one’s going to fight you for them, so take your time and enjoy," she moaned softly, encouraging you.

"This is the first time I’ve ever touched a woman’s breasts, Mrs. O’Brien. They’re so soft I can’t stop." You answered honestly while continuing to fondle her 36D breasts.

"That’s quite rude to a lady, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this. Keep going, son." She smiled and pushed her chest forward, making it easier for you to play with them.

Encouraged by her words, you continued enjoying her full, bouncy breasts. After about five minutes, Kelly suddenly trembled. "I’m cumming..." Her breathing became ragged, and she collapsed onto the floor.

You looked down and saw a small puddle of water forming beneath her. A darker wet patch appeared on her gray shorts. "Hah... hah... hah..." She panted heavily right in front of you.

Seeing her in such a **** state from above, your cock began to harden and tent your pants. "Um... could you suck my cock?" You asked hesitantly, gathering all your courage.

"Of course. It wouldn’t be fair if only I got to feel good. Besides, you can tell me to do ANYTHING." She got on her knees, her face now only five centimeters away from your crotch.

"Show me what you can do," you said, emboldened by her words.

She smiled softly, then pulled down your zipper. With both hands, she slowly lowered your pants. Your sexual arousal had made your cock rock-hard, and it suddenly sprang out, slapping against Kelly’s face. "Such a naughty boy," she teased.

"I’ve never seen a cock this big before." Her emerald eyes widened as she stared at it. Her face now radiated lust and hunger for your cock. Her cheeks flushed deep red, and her cherry lips were slightly bitten. "Haa... haa... haa..." She pressed her nose against your cock, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize your masculine scent into every cell and muscle memory.

You began giving orders. "Start sucking it." Without warning, you pressed her mouth against your cock. The mother of your best friend was now no different from a cock-hungry slut, and it surprised even you.

"Urgggg..." She opened her wet, saliva-filled mouth and tried to swallow your entire length. Tears welled up in her eyes from the effort.

"Slurppppp... slurppppp..." Her head moved like a piston, bobbing up and down continuously. Her tongue wrapped around your shaft, skillfully seeking out your most sensitive spots. It danced like a samba on your cock. The fast, intense rhythm was too much for a virgin like you to handle.

"Deeper. Faster," you commanded. She took you even deeper and faster, all the way into her throat. Her body tensed to avoid gagging.

Watching this sexy red-haired MILF eagerly sucking your cock with total devotion, you felt indescribable pleasure. But it didn’t take long before you reached your limit. "Ahhhhh... Take all my cum!" You pressed her head tightly against your crotch and shot thick, hot loads of semen into her mouth. She sucked hard, trying not to let a single drop escape.

"Pop." She pulled her mouth off your cock and looked up at you with adoring, lust-filled eyes, as if waiting for praise.

Suddenly, an idea came to you. You told her to open her mouth and make a peace sign with both hands. "Click." You took out your phone and snapped a photo — the mother of your best friend savoring your cum. A shiver of dominance ran down your spine.

"Good. Taste it properly and then swallow." After taking the picture, your orgasm gradually subsided.

"I never knew your cock was so big, son. My husband has never made me feel this way. His dick isn’t as big as yours, and his cum doesn’t taste as good." She said it without any shame. You could still see the pearly white semen on her face. The combination made the scene even more lewd and depraved.

"You really are a slut. Your husband is wasting you by not fucking you every day." You teased her, then went to the cabinet to grab some tissues and clean her up.

"Thank you, son. I’m truly honored to have an owner like you." She spoke with pride, as if she had found her true purpose.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the stairs. Jake was coming down.