Heat from the oven flushed Gina’s cheeks, but her voice stayed cool, slicing through the air like a knife.

“I don’t know why they can’t get the order right,” she said, stabbing a spoon into her baked quinoa casserole and arranging it into angry clouds on his plate. “Is it so hard to send the correct shade of white?”

Luke watched his mom rant about yet another inconsequential thing, feeling his pulse tap like a metronome inside his skull.

He knew what was coming: the litany of complaints, the dinner-time dissection of the day’s grievances, each one swaddled in expectation and served with a side of guilt.

He wished he’d never moved back in with his mom after graduating from college. At twenty-two, he was supposed to be more independent than this. But the job market being what it was, he’d had no other choice. 

“Every single day, it’s something,” Gina continued, sitting down across from him. Her lips pursed, a tight line of dissatisfaction. Her shirt was unbuttoned one more notch than usual, and he saw the smooth curve of her chest rise as she drew in a breath. “I swear, this town is full of incompetents.”

Luke’s new ring was snug against his skin. He remembered the way the old man at the antique store they visited today had eyed him.

“Your mother sounds like a woman who likes things to be perfect,” he’d said as he handed Luke the old, slightly tarnished ring. “This might be just the thing.”

Luke had tried to tell the old man that he wasn’t there to buy anything, that he was just accompanying his mom, but the old man had insisted.

When the old man had pressed the ring into Luke’s hand, telling him it was free because Luke needed it, he’d relented. Thanks to his mom, Luke had gotten used to giving in to people.

Luke hadn’t believed the old man, not really. But now, as his mother’s voice droned on, he felt the smallest twitch of hope. Could it somehow be true?

“Maybe it’s not that big of a deal,” he dared.

Gina shot him a look, a mixture of pity and disbelief, as if he were a child who still believed in Santa Claus. “You don’t understand,” she said, leaning forward. Her hair fell over one shoulder, brushing against the swell of her breasts. “If they can’t deliver—”

She kept droning on and on. She didn’t stop. She never stopped.

Luke’s fingers toyed with the ring, twisting it, feeling the metal bite into his skin.

He wanted—god, he didn’t even know what he wanted. For her to shut up. To leave him alone. To finally, finally get a fucking word in.

His mind flashed to the old man’s face, the smug certainty. Frustration bubbled over. He wished she’d shut up so he could think for once.

“I just—” And then there was nothing.

He blinked, stunned by the sudden silence. The air hummed with it, thick and surreal. Gina was looking past him at a blank wall, eyes wide and empty as polished glass.

“Mom?” He searched her face for some hint, some sign of what was happening. His heart was beating a little faster than usual. “Is something wrong?”

Her lips curled into a slow, serene smile, the kind he’d never seen. 

“Everything’s perfect,” she said, her voice a monotone, devoid of its usual edge.

A shiver ran up his spine. The room felt too bright, too still. He stared at the ring, then back at her, the implications blooming in his mind like dark, forbidden flowers.

“Perfect?” He heard his own voice crack.

She just sat there, smiling like a mannequin.

Nothing had ever been perfect, not for Gina. No matter how small the imperfection was, Gina was always eager to focus on it, to obsess over it, to rant about it like it was the only thing that mattered in the world.

For a second, Luke felt dizzy, as if the whole world had tilted on its axis.

Then, a thrill surged through him. It buzzed in his veins, raw and electric.

He leaned back, testing the limits of this strange new power.

“Throw that shit out,” he said, gesturing to the casserole.

Gina stood without a word, picking up the ceramic dish and scraping the quinoa into the trash.

He felt a laugh bubbling up but bit it back, savoring the moment instead.

“Let’s get pizza,” he said.

She nodded, still silent, as if her own thoughts had evaporated.

He dialed the number, his fingers steady, the ring cold against his skin as he made his order. After he hung up, he watched her stand by the table, waiting, patient as an obedient pet.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice firm, foreign.

She hesitated for a split second—a flicker of the woman he knew—then her hands moved to her buttons.

The blouse slipped off her shoulders, and she stepped out of her skirt, the fabric pooling at her feet. She stood there in a lace bra and matching panties, unabashed, breathing soft and even.

Luke stared, his cock stiffening in his jeans.

Her tits strained against the lace, and he saw the dark circles of her nipples beneath. His mouth was dry, his heart a wild, untamed thing.

“Come here,” he said, the words thick in his throat.

She obeyed, padding across the dining room toward him. She stopped two feet away from him, her unfocused gaze making her look unnatural.

Luke reached out, his hands tentative, then bolder. He cupped her tits, squeezing them through the lace, feeling the heat of her skin seep into his palms.

Her breath hitched, a quick intake that went straight to his dick.

He pulled the thin fabric down, letting her tits spill free. Her nipples were pink and hard, and he rolled them between his fingers, watching her reaction.

Her chest rose and fell in urgent, shallow pants.

“Fuck,” he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t scold him. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted.

His hands slid down to her hips, his thumbs tracing the curve of her waist. He squeezed her ass, the flesh soft and pliant under his grip.

She swayed toward him, her body a magnet for his touch.

The room was alive with the sound of her breathing, the pulse of his desire, the taboo thrill of it all.

He couldn’t believe it was happening, that she was letting him. That she had no choice.

His fingers slipped between her legs. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, as if she were seeing something only she could see.

He dragged her down to his lap, feeling the heat of her cunt through the fabric of his pants.

She gasped, a sharp, needy sound that made him even harder.

The doorbell rang, loud and insistent, shattering the moment.

She didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch. Just stayed there, pliant and waiting.

“Get the pizza,” Luke said, his voice low and commanding.

He watched her rise, his fingers trailing off his body.

She walked to the door, hips swaying, the lace panties hugging her ass, perfect twin globes of flesh. Her tits bounced with each step, nipples still hard, still flushed.

The door creaked open, and Luke saw the delivery guy’s eyes widen, taking in the sight.
Gina stood there, cool as ice, the old defiance vanished.

Luke could imagine how she’d usually react, the fury, the disgust at a guy like this ogling her. But now, she was silent, obedient, letting the guy’s gaze rake her body.

He was young, maybe a little older than Luke, his mouth hanging open. A lowly pizza boy, the type Gina would normally sneer at, now openly staring at her tits, her legs, the curve of her waist.

Luke leaned against the wall, enjoying the show. “You want to touch her?” he asked, watching the guy’s face flush red.

The delivery guy swallowed, nodding, his hands trembling.

Gina just stood there, breathing slow and deep, like she didn’t even care. Like she’d forgotten what it meant to be Gina.

Luke felt his cock throb at the sight, at the thought of her letting this stranger paw at her.

“You’ve got one minute,” Luke said, glancing at the clock, grinning as the guy placed the boxes of pizza on the ground and stepped forward.

The delivery guy’s hands moved to her tits first, cupping them, squeezing them like he couldn’t believe they were real.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t push him away. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a small, breathless sigh escaped her lips.

Luke felt a twisted thrill watching her react, knowing she was getting off on a stranger’s touch, and not even the kind of stranger she would normally allow to talk to her.

The guy’s grip fumbled to her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, pulling her closer.

Luke saw a bulge growing in the guy’s pants as he pressed his hard-on against Gina’s body, rubbing himself up and down the swell of her hips.

Gina leaned into him, pressing her body against his, her tits smushed against his chest. Another gasp, louder this time, and Luke knew she was wet, knew she was dripping for this anonymous touch.

“Time’s up,” Luke said, his voice cutting through the thick air.

The guy stepped back, looking dazed, like he’d just woken from a dirty dream.

Gina stayed in the doorframe, her body flushed, lips parted. She didn’t move to cover herself, just stood there, practically bare and shameless.

Luke took the pizza from the guy’s shaky hands and tossed him a crumpled bill. 

“Thanks,” he said, laughing as the door swung shut.

His mom turned back to him, her body still humming with arousal. She was quiet, waiting. Luke felt the heat of power mix with the heat of his desire.

“Take your panties off,” he said, unable to stop himself.

She slipped them down her legs, stepping out of them, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her cunt was slick, glistening in the light, and he wanted to take her, fuck her, see just how far this would go.
Maybe he could come inside her, fill her womb with his seed. It’d be funny to watch her wonder why she was getting fat when she’d always been careful about her diet.

Luke’s cock grew harder in his pants. As he unzipped, he thought about his mom’s belly growing round, her tits filling with milk, her whole body swelling outside her control.

He wanted her right now.

“Take off your bra,” he ordered, the words rough with need.

She reached behind her back, unhooking the lace and letting it fall away.

Her tits were incredible, more perfect than he’d ever imagined, round and full with nipples like pink little candies begging for his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking himself through his jeans.

He pulled his cock out, hard and throbbing. It felt like fire in his hands, like everything pent up inside him.

“Get on your knees,” he said, pointing to the floor in front of him.

Her knees hit the hardwood, and she looked up at him, obedient, docile, her mouth slightly open as if she already knew what he wanted.

“Suck it,” he said, pushing the head of his cock against her lips.

She took him in, lips sliding over the tip, her tongue swirling around his shaft. He watched her, entranced, unable to believe that she was really doing this, that she hadn’t slapped him and stormed out.

Her mouth was a hot, wet heaven. He thrust deeper, hearing her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. Just looked up at him with those glazed, passive eyes, taking him all the way in.

“Yeah,” he gasped, gripping her hair, feeling the silky, blonde strands wrap around his fingers. He fucked her face hard, slamming into her throat—angry, relentless.

She gagged again, spit and pre-cum dribbling down her chin, a lewd, messy sight that drove him even crazier.

His hips pumped, and she let him. She let him treat her like a filthy little cocksleeve, like she was nothing more than a hole to fuck.

“Take it all, Mom,” he groaned, thrusting faster, feeling the tight squeeze of her throat around him.

Her tits bounced with each thrust, a mesmerizing rhythm that kept him on the edge.

He felt the tension coil inside him, white-hot and dangerous, threatening to explode.

She was gasping around his cock, a raw, desperate sound, and he knew she’d choke on his cum, knew she’d swallow every drop because she couldn’t say no.

“Fuck!” he yelled, his voice cracking as he came, erupting in her mouth. She sputtered but stayed there, obedient, drinking him down, her body trembling with his every pulse.

He pulled out, breathless, watching her catch her breath, cum dripping from her lips.

She looked wrecked, ruined, like a woman who’d been fucked stupid. And she had been, he realized, a giddy thrill shooting through him.

“Clean me up,” he said, his voice rough and commanding.

She licked his cock, her tongue soft and thorough, until he was clean and slick again.

When she finished, she sat back on her heels, waiting for his next command, a puppet with no strings.

He pulled her up, leading her across the room, their feet tangling in discarded clothes. She followed him like a sleepwalker, silent, unaware.

Luke stopped at the living room window and pulled the curtain back, the glass cool on his skin.

“Get up against it,” he said, and she pressed her body to the window, her nipples flattening against the cold surface.

Her tits made squished circles on the glass, and Luke knew the neighbors would have a prime view.

He’d watched them over the years watching her, lusting after her, too intimidated by her to even let their eyes linger. They probably thought she was too good for them, this woman with her fancy clothes and haughty sneer.

She stood there, legs spread, pussy wet and glistening. He bent her forward, making sure she was on display, her face mashed against the glass, breath fogging up her reflection.

His hands roamed her body, squeezing her tits, flicking her nipples. She let out a muffled moan, the sound vibrating against the window.

His fingers slid to her clit, rubbing it, feeling her juices slick his hand. She was dripping, so wet for him, so shameless.

“Fuck, Mom, you’re such a slut,” he groaned, spreading her pussy, teasing her entrance. He slipped a finger inside, then another, feeling her clench around him.

Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in heavy pants. He knew she was close, knew she was about to explode with her face plastered against the glass for the whole block to see.

“Come for me,” he growled, pushing deeper, harder.

Her body jerked, a violent spasm of pleasure, and she cried out, the sound raw and desperate, leaving a smear of sweat and breath on the windowpane.

He wondered if her moans had woken up some of their neighbors as he noticed lights switching on in some of their windows.

He watched cars slow down, watched people stare, open-mouthed, at the woman they could never have, now a quivering, naked mess.

Luke’s cock was hard again, pulsing and angry. He pulled her back, letting her catch her breath.

“Play with your clit,” he ordered, his voice thick with heat.

She obeyed, her fingers moving between her legs, rubbing in frantic circles.

With his fingers, he collected the juices that were leaking from her soaked, needy pussy, smearing them all over his hard, throbbing cock.

He spread her ass cheeks, aiming his cock at her tight, puckered hole.

She gasped, her body tensing, as he pushed into her ass, inch by inch.

“God,” he moaned, sliding into her, feeling her stretch around him. He thrust slowly, deliberately, driving deeper with each stroke.

Her fingers worked her clit, and she moaned again, a long, lusty sound that echoed in the room.

“Are you going to come while I fuck you, Mom? Are you going to come all over my cock?” he asked gleefully, chuckling to himself.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as her naked body shook against the glass.

He fucked her ass, feeling the heat, the pressure, the taboo thrill of taking her this way while the whole neighborhood watched.

Her body rocked against him, against the window, and he knew she was close again, knew he could make her come and come and come because she was his to use.

He felt his own climax building, a dangerous pressure, but he didn’t let it take him. Not yet.

He pulled out, her asshole gaping and twitching. His cock was slick and glistening, filthy with her juices, and he plunged it deep into her cunt without missing a beat.

Gina’s body jerked, and she let out a soundless scream, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch.

Luke knew how dirty it was, how wrong. He knew she’d never let a man go from her ass to her pussy like that.

“Such a nasty bitch,” he groaned, thrusting deeper, harder.

Her moans filled the room, desperate and raw, a symphony of depravity.

“Beg me to fuck you, Mom,” he demanded, each word punctuated by a brutal thrust.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, her voice cracking. “Please, fuck me.”

His cock swelled at her begging, at the obscene sounds spilling from her lips.

“Louder,” he said, grabbing her hair, pulling her head back. He wanted the whole block to hear her.

“Fuck me!” she cried, her voice high and needy. “Oh god, fuck me!”

Her tits bounced against the window with each thrust, and Luke felt the heat coil tighter inside him.

He imagined filling her up, coming deep inside her, watching her belly grow round and ripe.

She’d have no idea, no clue who the father was. He’d watch her get bigger and bigger, confused and helpless, a slave to her own body.

The thought made him wild, but he held back. He didn’t want to come yet. Not if this was his only chance to have her like this.

After all, he had no idea how the ring worked—this could be his one and only chance to fuck her, breed her, do anything he wanted to her.

He slowed his pace, prolonging the moment, savoring her cries.

“Is this what you want?” he taunted, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” she moaned, her fingers a blur on her clit. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He felt her tighten around him, her body trembling, and he knew she was about to explode again.

“Come for me,” he said, driving into her with reckless abandon.

She came with a scream, a raw, animal sound that echoed in the night.

Her cunt squeezed him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

Luke’s vision blurred, and he teetered on the edge, ready to spill inside her.

His cock twitched, a desperate surrender. He felt the heat of his cum surge through him, a violent, explosive rush. It was everywhere, filling her, coating her, flooding the same womb that had once formed him.

Gina’s body went rigid, her fingers a blur on her clit. Her pussy clamped around him, squeezing, massaging, milking. She let out a strangled cry, her cunt spasming as she came, dragging him deeper, making him unload more and more.

Luke’s mind spun with the overwhelming wrongness of it, the depraved, taboo thrill. He was coming inside his mom, filling her needy, fertile pussy with his potent seed.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice a raw whisper. He thrust again, a last, desperate plunge, emptying every last drop.

Gina’s moans echoed back to him, mingling with his own release, a symphony of dirty, obscene pleasure. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, her mouth open, her eyes unfocused.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her swollen, used hole. Her asshole gaped obscenely, looking used and sloppy.
Gina sagged against the glass, her breath fogging the window, her body a quivering mess.

Only moments ago, she was an arrogant control freak who thought she was too good for this world. Now, anyone who looked at her would only see a well-used slut. She wouldn’t look out of place standing on the streets among cheap, desperate whores.

He watched as she caught her breath, amazed that she didn’t even look mad.

“Fuck,” he whispered, unable to believe it. Unable to believe that it was real.

She turned to face him, her eyes wild, and he knew she was still his, still lost to the ring’s power.

“Go to bed,” he said, breathless and shaky. “Keep your hips elevated all night. I want you pregnant.”

She nodded, as if in a trance, and moved away from the window, her body glistening with sweat.

He watched her walk to the bedroom, her ass swaying, his cum running down her legs. The mess of it, the lewdness, made his cock twitch again, hungry and unrelenting.

He followed her down the hall and watched her collapse onto the bed, her body limp and exhausted.

“Higher,” he said, and she arched her hips, tilting her pelvis, giving his seed the best chance to take root in her womb.

“What a slut,” Luke muttered, chuckling to himself.

Gina let out a soft, contented sigh, her limbs sprawled, her body loose and relaxed.

He left her there, bare and obedient, and walked back to the living room. The air was heavy with sex, pungent and thick, and he breathed it in, savoring the victory.

He thought about her waking up in the morning, confused, filled to the brim with his cum, not knowing why she was so sore, why she was so full.

The image made him hard again.

He sat down, his mind buzzing with possibilities.

The ring was snug on his finger, a promise, a curse, a thrill like nothing he’d ever felt before.

He looked at the clothes scattered across the floor, the lace and silk that she’d so casually shed.

His mom, the woman who’d made his life a living hell, was now nothing more than a toy, a plaything, a fertile cunt to fill.

He imagined her belly growing round, her tits swelling, her body changing in ways she couldn’t control.

He opened a box of pizza and started to devour it. He was famished after all the mind-controlling, fucking, and breeding.

Once he was full, maybe he’d fuck his mom again. Find out how powerful his new ring was. Really make sure he knocked her up.

Luke’s lips curled into a smirk as he let the dark, delicious thoughts take him.