Synopsis
When my dead father left behind a mysterious glass bead, my eyes could from then on see through everything, and even command souls. With only a single gaze, my dignified and gentle mother became my puppet. She shed the restraint of her business attire and, under my command, slowly pulled down her lace bra, spreading her full, fair breast flesh before my eyes without reserve. Even more thrilling was that she actually arched her plump, black-stockinged butt, lightly parting with her fingers to completely open her most hidden honey hole... “Son, do you need me to take care of it with my mouth?” This is a secret game of domination, desire, and taboo.