Synopsis
The mysterious glass beads my father left behind allowed me to command souls. A single glance turned my dignified mother into a puppet. At my command, she stripped off her business attire, pulled down her lace bra, fully exposing her full, fleshy breasts, then arched her black-stockinged, plump buttocks and used her fingers to completely open her wet, soft honey hole. She whispered, “Son, do you need me to take care of it with my mouth?” And so the forbidden game of domination began.