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The mother figure, her voice a sultry purr, commands her sissy slut to assume the position. He obliges, laying back, his body quivering with desire and fear. She runs her fingers through his hair, down his chest, tracing the lace of his bra. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're my little slut, aren't you?" He whimpers, "Yes, Mommy." She smiles, her eyes gleaming with power, "Good boy. Now, touch yourself for Mommy. Make yourself come while I watch." He does, his body writhing, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, his humiliation complete.