The ferry docked at Jocasta Island under a blood-red sunset, and Mom's hand gripped mine like iron wrapped in silk. "Listen closely, my sweet boy," she purred, her voice lovely yet edged with command. "This isn't a vacation. It's your initiation. By week's end, you'll be my devoted toilet slave—every drop, every offering, mine to command. No safewords, no hesitation. Understood?"
I swallowed hard, heart racing. "Mom, this is insane. Scat? Really? You think you can just turn me into that?"
She laughed, sharp and witty, pulling me close. "Oh darling, your protests are adorable but pointless. I've seen how you look at me. That cock of yours doesn't lie—it's already hard at the thought, isn't it? On this island, mothers rule. Sons serve. And you'll learn to crave it."
We reached the villa, the air thick with salt and anticipation. Her fingers traced my jaw. "Strip. Now. Show me that hard cock." I obeyed, panting as she shed her dress, revealing curves that made my mouth water. She was strong, commanding, pushing me onto the bed. "Kneel and taste my pussy first—make it wet and dripping for you."
Her moans filled the room as my tongue worked, her ass grinding against my face. "Witty as ever, aren't you?" she teased between gasps. "But words won't save you from becoming my slave." She flipped me, taking my cock in a slow, expert blowjob, her strict eyes locking on mine. "Suck it down, boy—no, wait, that's my job."
Sweating and horny, we tangled deeper. She rode me hard, her pussy clenching as I thrust, both of us panting. "Cum for me," she demanded, voice strict and seductive. "Fill me, then we'll begin the real initiation." I came with a groan, cum spilling as her body milked every drop, the explosive release leaving us breathless—yet her gaze promised so much more on this forbidden isle.
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