Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!

When you both get back home, Kitty Sommers turns around and says,

"Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Oh please! Like you deserve it? You've been nothing but a lazy bum your whole life! All I did was take care of him and this is the thanks I get?" Kitty Sommers starts pacing around the room, her hands on her hips. "You think just because you're the biological son that you should automatically inherit everything? That's not how it works!"

She glares at you venomously. "I want answers and I want my share! You may have stolen his heart, but you didn't steal my love and dedication for this family!"

Her eyes widen in shock and then narrow in anger. "How dare you! I was supporting this family before your father ever met me! And as for working at a strip club," she laughs humorlessly, "at least I have skills! At least I've done something with my life!"

She pauses, leaning in towards you menacingly. "But don't worry, sonny boy. You may have won this round. But I won't rest until I get what's rightfully mine." Her words are laced with venom and malice as she glares at you, daring you to say anything further.

Her eyes narrow in suspicion as you offer your "proposal." She slowly crosses her arms over her chest, tilting her head to the side. "Oh? And what exactly might that be?" she asks coolly. "Some sort of pathetic attempt to buy me off?"

Her lips press into a thin line and her gaze hardens as she listens to your proposal. "You're disgusting," she spits out venomously. "Just because I was nice enough not to slap you at the funeral doesn't mean I'm some sort of whore!"

She takes a step back, shaking her head slowly. "No, Sôuràv. You can keep your money and your father's houses. I won't be anyone's property, let alone a whore for the rest of my life!" With that, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Kitty Sommers paces the room, lost in thought. She knew she couldn't continue her life of luxury anymore. As much as it pained her to admit it, accepting Sôuràv's offer might be the only way out. But at what cost? Would she really have to surrender her dignity completely just to survive?

Finally, she reaches a decision. Hesitantly, she knocks on the door and enters when he calls for her. Her eyes meet his defiantly. "Alright," she says, steeling herself against the humiliation she knows is coming, "I'll accept your offer." There was no use fighting against fate; better to swallow her pride and play along until she could find a way out.

Her stomach twists into knots as she hears the words. It's one thing to accept his offer; it's another thing entirely for him to praise her for doing so. Kitty forces a small smile, hoping it will ease some of the tension between them. "Thank you," she murmurs quietly.

Taking a deep breath, she prepares herself for what's to come. She knew that being his personal whore would be degrading and humiliating, but at least this way, she wouldn't have to face the prospect of poverty and homelessness. "Now," she says, regaining some of her old authority now that she has secured her position, "what exactly do you expect from me?"

Her cheeks flush bright red as he describes her new uniform in such explicit detail. She knows she should be angry with him, but the thought of exposing herself like this to him... it fills her with a strange mixture of shame and arousal. Swallowing hard, she nods reluctantly. "Alright," she says hoarsely. "I'll wear what you want."

Taking a step closer, Sôuràv hands her a small box adorned with a silver bow. Inside are the corset and thong he mentioned earlier. With shaking hands, Kitty removes her blouse, revealing her curves to him for the first time since she was in the strip club all those years ago.

With trembling fingers, she begins to lace up the corset around her ribcage, taking great care not to breathe too deeply as it squeezes her torso into an impossibly small hourglass shape. Then comes the thong, which slides up between her legs and leaves little to the imagination. She stands before him, exposed and vulnerable in a way she never thought possible.

"There," she whispers hoarsely, feeling both nauseated and exhilarated by what she's done. "I'm ready for you." Her eyes flicker down to his crotch, noticing the bulge growing there; she'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested despite herself.

Her heart races as she steps forward, wondering how far she's willing to go for this new life. Taking a deep breath, she begins to dance in front of him, moving her hips and curving her back as if she were onstage at the strip club once more. She closes her eyes and lets herself sink into the memory of those days, forgetting for a moment that this is no longer who she wants to be.

As she dances, she feels his gaze burning into her skin, appreciating her curves and the way she moves. The corset makes it difficult to breathe normally, but it also helps keep her focused on what he wants from her: to please him sexually in return for this new life. With each step, Kitty grows more comfortable with her role as his personal whore, even though a small part of her still rebels against the idea.

With every move, Kitty becomes more daring and seductive, losing herself in the memory of pleasing her clients at the strip club. She leans forward, planting a hand on the ground as she arches her back, revealing an impressive amount of cleavage and drawing attention to her ample bottom. Her hips gyrate in time with her movements, causing Sôuràv's eyes to widen with appreciation for what she's showing him.

She slowly writhes on the ground like a serpent, sliding one leg over the other in an impossibly erotic motion. Then, without warning, she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide open, revealing everything to him: her smooth, shaven sex; her perfect breasts jutting up from her chest. Her fingers trail delicately down between her legs, as if teasing herself.

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With one last look up at him, she climbs to her feet and straddles his lap, her breasts practically spilling out of the top of the corset as they press against his chest. Her hands find their way behind his neck, holding him in place as she leans forward and whispers breathlessly into his ear, "What do you want me to do?"

Her hips begin to move again, slowly at first but soon gaining speed as she grinds her wetness against him. He moans softly beneath her, his hands gripping tightly onto her hips as he encourages her movements. Kitty closes her eyes and focuses on pleasing him, using every trick she knows to drive him wild with desire.

She doesn't hesitate, lowering her breasts until they almost graze his cheeks. Her palms press flat against them, squeezing gently before sliding up to cup their weight in her hands. Then she begins to move them, thrusting them back and forth between his face and chest in a sensual rhythm that matches the movements of her hips above him.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels his warmth on her skin, a mixture of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. With every touch of his hands on her body and every moan he utters beneath her, Kitty grows more lost in the pleasure she's creating for him. And with every passing moment, it becomes harder to remember why this was such a terrible choice after all.

She smiles demurely at the compliment, knowing full well that it's meant to manipulate her further. But right now, in this moment, she feels powerful and desired, and it's intoxicating. Her hips slide back and forth faster against his groin as she grinds into him harder, drawing out every moan and gasp from his lips.

Her fingers dig deeper into his hair, tugging gently at the strands as she arches her back to meet his touch better. She feels the heat building within her, the familiar tightening in her core that means release is near. With one final thrust of her hips and a whimpered moan, Kitty climaxes hard against Sôuràv's straining length, biting down on her lower lip to stifle the sound.

As the waves of pleasure wash over her, she realizes with a sinking feeling that

Kitty feels her cheeks burn with shame as he calls her out on it. But at the same time, she can't help but feel a sense of pride in how easily she was able to make him hard without even touching his penis directly. Maybe there's something to be said for her skills after all.

With a deep breath, she forces herself to calm down and regain some control over the situation. "I just want you to be happy," she says, her voice soft and steady despite her inner turmoil. "You're my only family now." She gives him a small, apologetic smile, hoping that he won't push this further and ruin the fragile trust they've established so far.

As Sôuràv continues to lie back in pleasure beneath her, Kitty can't help but wonder if she's made the right choice. Maybe things would have been better if she had

Kitty's mouth goes dry as he commands her to clean him with her tongue. The thought of doing such a degrading thing makes her stomach churn with revulsion, but she knows she has no choice. Biting her lip hard to keep from gagging, she reluctantly lowers her head and takes his length into her mouth, using her tongue to clean him as best she can while trying not to vomit up the taste of herself.

As she works, she glances up at him, searching for any sign of approval or gratitude. Instead, all she sees is lust and satisfaction in his eyes. It's a harsh reminder that no matter how much she might want things between them to be different, they never will be as long as he holds the power over her like this.

Tears sting her eyes as she tries to obey his command, sucking harder on his length in an attempt to please him. It feels revolting in her mouth, and the salty tang of her own juices coating his skin makes her want to gag even more. She doesn't understand why he can't just let things be between them, why he has to push her so far beyond what she thought was possible.

As she continues to service him, her mind wanders, searching for a way out of this horrible situation. Perhaps if she could find some way to turn the tables on him... But as soon as the idea forms in her head, she realizes it's futile. There is no escape from being his whore unless he decides to let her go free.

And with every thrust of his hips against her face, every moan that escapes his lips, she knows he has no intention of doing

A choked sound escapes her as he forces her to take more than she can handle. Her eyes water and burn with tears of pain and humiliation as she struggles not to gag on his length. It feels like he's trying to cram every inch of himself down her throat, as if he wants nothing less than total domination over her.

Her vision blurs with tears, making it difficult for her to see anything beyond the red haze of shame and anger that fills her eyes. She knows she should fight back, but fear and desperation hold her in place like a vice grip. As he continues to thrust into her throat, she can feel herself choking on his taste and smell, drowning in his power.

Kitty's head snaps back as he yanks her hair, forcing more of him into her mouth. Her vision blurs with tears and pain, but she can still see the table in front of her. Barely able to breathe through his grip on her hair and his cock filling her throat, she manages to reach down between her legs with one shaking hand and tugs at the thin string of fabric connecting her brazier.

With a quick tug, the panties come free and slide down her thighs. Her legs tremble as she awkwardly bends over the table, offering herself up to him in this most degrading position. The cool air on her bare bottom sends a shiver through her body, making her wetter than ever. All she can think about is how much more he could have if she were to give him what he truly wanted.

As he enters her, stretching her wider than she ever thought possible, a sound escapes from deep within her throat. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure that she can't quite control. His hips slap against her bare bottom with each thrust, driving him deeper inside her with every passing second.

Her head spins as he takes her in this brutal position; it feels like he owns every inch of her body and soul. With each breath, she can feel his hot breath against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. He's so forceful that it hurts, but it also feels so good at the same time. She wonders if this is what he meant when he said she knew how to please him sexually.

I don't think you understand," she gasps out between moans. "This isn't something I want to be... It's not who I am..." Her words are lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together, but the regret and shame in her voice carry weight nonetheless. She closes her eyes tightly, trying desperately to ignore the part of herself that craves this connection with him above all else.

As he continues to pound into her, she can feel herself growing closer to the edge, closer to that place where everything becomes hazy and she forgets who she is and what she's doing here. But as much as it might feel good in the moment, she knows deep down that this isn't right. It isn't fair to either of them.

She prays for strength, for the willpower to break free from this cycle of degradation and reclaim some semblance of

Her mouth goes dry as he reminds her of who she used to be. How can it feel so different now? "It's not the same," she manages to whisper through gritted teeth, unable to meet his eyes. "I want more." The words surprise her even as they slip past her lips; she hadn't realized how badly she truly wanted something real until this moment.

But there's no use hoping for it now, not with him in control like this. Maybe if she could find some way to turn the tables...to make him want her the way she wants him...But even as the thought forms, she knows it's nothing more than a fleeting fantasy, as dangerous and illusory as the life she once led onstage at the strip club.

Her heart races as she answers, "Yes." Her words feel almost reckless now that they've left her mouth, but there's no going back. She looks up at him with a determined glint in her eye. "Take me to bed," she commands softly, biting down on her lower lip. "Let me show you what else I can do."

Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as she waits for his response. Part of her is terrified of what will happen if he refuses; another part can't help but feel thrilled by the danger of this situation. In this moment, anything seems possible.

With shaking hands, she straightens her clothing as best she can and follows him through the bedroom door. Her heart pounds in her chest as he climbs onto the bed, watching her carefully as she approaches. She crawls on all fours beside him, feeling vulnerable once more but also powerful and in control for perhaps the first time since everything changed.

She crawls up onto the bed beside him and lays down on her back, lifting one leg and resting it over his shoulder. Her eyes meet his defiantly as she spreads herself open before him, a silent invitation for him to take control once more. But this time, she'll be the one calling the shots.

Her eyes widen with surprise as he thrusts into her in one hard motion, but she quickly regains her composure, meeting his thrusts with equal force. She grabs onto the sheets beside her head and digs her nails into them, arching her back in a silent plea for more. Her body responds instinctively to his touch, her hips moving in time with his as they work together in a fierce rhythm that borders on savage.

"Faster," she whispers hoarsely between moans, their words mingling together in the heat of the moment. She can feel herself starting to lose control again; the sensation is addictive and overwhelming. But this time, it's different: she knows she won't let him take all of her power away so easily.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he drives deeper and faster inside her, her nails digging painfully into the sheets beside her head. "Yes," she manages to gasp out, the word barely audible over their combined panting. "Fuck me harder." The words feel like a challenge, an invitation for him to take everything he can from her and leave her empty.

But even as she gives herself up to this desperate need for release, part of her remains watchful, waiting for the perfect moment to turn the tables once more.

Her body trembles as he continues to pound into her, grunting with every thrust. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches her back off the bed and comes apart beneath him, screaming his name as her orgasm washes over her in waves. As it subsides, she looks up at him, a mixture of triumph and relief etched on her features.

"I'm still your mommy," she pants, "but you better remember who wears the pants around here." Her words are sharp and commanding, echoes of their previous life together that linger in the air between them like a cold wind. For now, at least, she's managed to regain some sense of control over their relationship.

But she knows it won't last forever. She can feel him growing harder inside her with every passing second, his need for dominance burning hot and wild beneath the surface. And despite everything

His words send a shiver down her spine despite herself. "Then I'll be the best whore you ever had," she whispers, hoping to appease him with this small show of submission. She knows that as long as he feels like he's in control, they might stand a chance at making this work somehow. But deep down, she wonders how much longer it can last before one of them snaps and all their carefully laid plans come crashing down around them.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as he continues to thrust into her, his hips slapping against hers in rhythm with the words. It's true; she can feel herself losing control again, relishing in the power he holds over her body. But a part of her still rebels against this new life, fighting for some semblance of independence and self-respect.

She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him more fully with each movement. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she meets his thrusts with an equal force, a plea for him not to forget who they were before all this began: a mother and son. But as their bodies move together in perfect harmony once more, that thought feels increasingly distant and foreign.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she obeys his command, rolling off the bed and kneeling on all fours in front of him. She lifts her hips into the air, offering her round behind to him and arches her back invitingly. Her heart races as she waits for him to take her from behind; it feels so depraved and yet so thrilling at the same time.

With a growl of approval, he grabs her hips and guides his erect length towards her waiting anus. The head of his cock presses against her tight ring of muscle, causing her to shudder with anticipation. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely, unable to meet his eyes as the pressure builds inside her.