Chapter 1

I’m Alex, and I just turned 20. I’ve always been close to my dad, Eric. He’s the kind of guy who commands respect without even trying. A true alpha male, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you. Growing up, it was just the two of us, and he taught me everything I know.

My dad never shied away from the tough conversations. He was always honest with me, even when it came to sex. I remember the first time we talked about it like it was yesterday. I was 18, and he sat me down in the living room, a cold beer in his hand. “Alex, you’re becoming a man,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “It’s time you learned how to treat a woman.”

And fuck a woman he did. I still remember the look on my teacher’s face, Mrs. Johnson, when my dad and I ... well, let’s just say we both ravaged her like animals, pounding her pussy into submission. It was a dirty threesome that would make any pornstar very jealous. My dad was in control, making everything happen with a confidence that amazed me.

As we devoured Mrs. Johnson’s curves, my dad showed me the art of completely owning a woman. How to slam into her, how to make her scream, how to leave her begging for more like a dirty little slut. It was a lesson in dirty, no-limits sex, and I was a horny student sucking up every dirty trick. I watched, mesmerized, as my dad mercilessly pounded her into the mattress, each thrust more brutal than the last.

And then, it was my turn to unleash my pent-up lust. My dad handed me the reins, and I took over, my heart racing with anticipation. Mrs. Johnson looked up at me with a mixture of raw desire and filthy curiosity, her eyes begging me to ravage her. I knew I had to deliver, to prove myself as a worthy fucker.

With my dad’s guidance, I learned how to piston my cock into her, how to make her moan and scream like a dirty little whore. I teased her, taunted her, and tantalized her, my movements becoming more aggressive and dominant with each passing moment. It was intoxicating, and I knew right then and there that I was born to be a dominant force in the bedroom, a true master of the art of fucking.

As we finished, Mrs. Johnson lay back, exhausted, her body slick with sweat and cum. My dad ruffled my hair, a proud, perverted smile on his face. “You’re a natural-born fucker, son,” he said, and I beamed with pride, knowing I’d made him proud.

From that day on, I knew that I owed my dad a debt of gratitude for teaching me the ways of the world, for showing me how to take what I want, when I want it. And as I looked at him, I knew that I wanted to be just like him - a confident, dominant, and depraved alpha male who always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

I’ve had my fair share of girlfriends, and every single one of them has had the same reaction when they meet my dad. Their eyes light up with lust, and I can practically see the filthy thoughts running through their minds. They can’t help but be drawn to his raw, alpha male energy, and I don’t blame them one bit.

At one point, I even had a conversation with my dad about sharing my girlfriends with him. I mean, I’ve had so many, and I knew he’d have a way with them. It was a fantasy of mine, really - to watch my dad take control of my girls, to see him dominate them and make them scream with pleasure.

But my dad was dead serious about it. “Listen, son,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “You need to protect the women in your life. You need to dominate them, satisfy them, and most importantly, love them. If you do that, they’ll love you too, and they’ll be yours forever.”

And then he dropped the bombshell: “Girlfriends and partners are off-limits, son. I know it might be a fantasy of yours, but it’s not something I’m comfortable with. You need to respect the women in your life, and not treat them like they’re nothing more than a piece of meat to be shared around.”

I understood where he was coming from, even if it was a bit of a disappointment. I knew he was right. I needed to respect the women in my life, and not treat them like they were nothing more than a fuck toy.

Still, it’s hard not to fantasize about it sometimes. I mean, can you imagine anything hotter than watching your dad take control of your girlfriend, making her scream and moan with pleasure? It’s a dirty, depraved thought, but it’s one that I just can’t shake.

The irony is that, unlike my dad, I’ve always fantasized about sharing one of his girlfriends. He owns a real estate firm, and over the years, he’s had his fair share of stunning women. But there’s one woman in particular who’s always caught my eye - Emily. She’s a hot, busty bombshell, with curves that could stop traffic. I’ve fantasized about fucking her with my dad, about us taking her together, him pounding her pussy while I destroy her asshole. The thought alone is enough to make me cum.

But it’s a fantasy that will never come true. You see, Emily and my dad are in love. They’re that couple that makes everyone else sick with their PDA and their lovey-dovey nonsense. But even that can’t stop me from fantasizing about her. I’ve even caught a glimpse of them together, when they thought they were alone in the house. My dad was pounding her ass, making her scream with pleasure. I watched, mesmerized, as her tits bounced with each thrust, her lips curled up in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

And oh my god, her skin. It’s like milk, smooth and creamy. Her blonde hair cascades down her back like a river of gold. I’m telling you, I’d kill to have a girlfriend like Emily. I’d do anything to make her mine, to be able to touch her, to taste her, to fuck her senseless. She’s the ultimate fantasy, the ultimate prize. And I know that someday, I’ll find someone just like her, someone who’ll make all my dirty fantasies come true.

I trudged home from my shift at the coffee shop, exhausted from a long day of working as a barista. As I walked in the door, I was greeted by my dad and Emily, who were sitting in the living room with excited looks on their faces. My dad was beaming, and Emily looked stunning in a rose-colored dress that accentuated her curves.

I greeted my dad with a nod, and then turned to Emily, trying to play it cool. “Hey, Emily. You look ... amazing,” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts, which were tantalizingly visible in the low-cut dress.

My dad broke the silence, his lips folding into a smile. “We have a surprise for you, son,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I looked at both of them, my mind racing with possibilities. And then my gaze fell on Emily’s boobs again, and I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to sleep on her lap and suck on her breasts. My mind went into overdrive, and my dick started to get hard. I tried to think of something else, to look at something else, but my brain seemed to be stuck on Emily’s cleavage.

Emily, observing my reaction, blushed slightly and repositioned herself on the couch, crossing her legs in a way that made her dress ride up even higher. I looked away, trying to compose myself, and my dad dropped the bombshell.

“We got married today, son!” he exclaimed, his face alight with joy.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Married? Emily was now my stepmom? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “C ... Congrats, dad,” I stuttered, trying to process my emotions.

Emily got up and sat beside me, taking my hands in hers. “Alex, I know this may be a lot to take in,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what. You don’t have to call me mom if you don’t want to. We can be friends, or whatever you’re comfortable with. I just want you to know that I care about you, and I’m here to support you.”

I looked at her, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me was horrified at the thought of Emily being my stepmom, but another part of me was excited at the prospect of having her in my life, even if it was in a non-romantic capacity. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded, trying to process everything.

My dad suddenly spoke up, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “I know it’s all sudden, but we had to do it, son,” he said, his hands gesturing expansively. “We didn’t want a fancy wedding, and to be honest, we couldn’t wait anymore.” He chuckled, looking over at Emily with a lovesick grin. “We’re just happy to have found each other, and we didn’t want to waste any more time.”

As he spoke, he reached out and took Emily’s hand, pulling her close to him. They exchanged a tender glance, and I could see the love radiating between them. It was a little unsettling, to be honest - I’d never seen my dad so smitten with someone before.

I looked away, feeling a little awkward. “Yeah, I get it,” I muttered, trying to play it cool. But inside, I was still reeling from the news. Married? My dad and Emily? It was a lot to take in.

Emily, sensing my unease, reached out and put a hand on my arm. “We know it’s a lot to process, Alex,” she said, her voice soft and gentle. “But we want you to know that we’re happy, and we’re excited to start this new chapter in our lives together.”

I nodded, trying to muster up a smile. “Yeah, congratulations again,” I said, feeling a little more sincere this time. But as I looked at Emily, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. She was my dad’s wife now - off-limits, forever.

That night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep. My mind was racing with thoughts of Emily and my dad’s sudden marriage. I knew it was weird to have someone I’d been fantasizing over for so long suddenly become my stepmom. But I couldn’t help the way I felt.

Usually, I’d listen to Emily and my dad’s fucking sessions through the thin walls of our house, getting off on her screams and imagining that I was the one fucking her instead of my dad. Sometimes, I’d even imagine that my dad was there too, that we were both fucking her together. But now, all of that had changed.

For some reason, I felt like I wanted Emily more than ever. Maybe it was the fact that she was now living under the same roof as me, and I knew I’d have to see her every day. Maybe it was the fact that she was now officially off-limits, and that made her even more tempting. Whatever the reason, I knew I was in trouble.

I tossed and turned, trying to shake off the thoughts of Emily that were consuming me. But I couldn’t. I kept thinking about her, imagining what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself.

The next morning...

As I lay there, I realized that living with Emily was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I might have to see her every day, but I was also going to have to find a way to avoid my feelings for her. And I had no idea how I was going to do that.

I walked into the kitchen, bleary-eyed, and was immediately hit with the delicious smell of breakfast cooking on the stove. Emily was standing at the counter, her back to me, expertly flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. She was wearing a blue T-shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her big breasts were elevated on her chest.

I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say or do. I didn’t want to spook her, but I also didn’t want to stand there like a creep, staring at her. So, I cleared my throat and said, “Good morning, Emily.”

Despite my attempt to announce my presence, Emily still let out a startled yelp and spun around, her hand flying to her chest. “Oh my god, Alex, you scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

I held up my hands in apology. “Sorry,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

Emily took a deep breath and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s okay, I’m just a little jumpy this morning,” she said, turning back to the stove to finish cooking breakfast.

I took a seat at the table, trying not to stare at Emily’s breasts, which were still tantalizingly visible under her T-shirt. It was going to be a long day, I thought to myself.

I took a bite of the breakfast Emily had served me, savoring the flavors and textures. As I chewed, I asked, “Is Dad up yet?”

Emily got herself a plate of breakfast and sat down across from me, a look of surprise on her face. “Yeah, he left early for a construction work in Los Angeles,” she said, her eyes apologetic.

I stopped mid-chew, my face scrunched up in annoyance. “What? He didn’t say bye,” I said, feeling a little hurt that my dad had left without talking to me.

Emily’s face fell, and she looked at me with a sad expression. “Sorry, I thought he talked it through with you,” she said, her voice soft. “He said it was kind of urgent.”

I raised an eyebrow, still feeling a little miffed. “I know he’s gotten himself very busy lately, too much work, huh?” I asked, trying to make conversation.

Emily nodded, taking a bite of her breakfast. “Yeah, he’s been working non-stop for weeks now. I’m starting to think he’s taking on too much,” she said, her brow furrowed with concern.

I watched her as she ate, my eyes drifting to her breasts, which were still visible under her T-shirt. I felt a pang of guilt for noticing, but I couldn’t help myself. She was just so ... distracting.

As we finished our breakfast, Emily tried to make conversation, asking me about my interests and hobbies. I could tell she was trying to get close to me, to build a connection, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was better to avoid her. I didn’t want to get too comfortable, too familiar, with my dad’s new wife.

But what really hurt was that tomorrow was my birthday. My dad had always been there for my birthday, making a big deal out of it, but this year he had left without even saying goodbye. I knew he wouldn’t be back for at least a week, and it felt like he had forgotten about me.

I pushed the thoughts aside and got up to leave for school. I had the option to attend classes online, but with Emily in the house, I thought it was better to get out of there for a while. I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door, saying a quick “see ya” to Emily as I left.

As I walked out of the house, I couldn’t help but think that maybe my dad was still in town, planning a surprise party for me. Maybe he had left early to get everything ready, and Emily was just playing along. I smiled to myself, feeling a little better, and headed off to school.

I tried my best to avoid Emily at all costs, keeping my interactions with her to a minimum. During dinner, I kept my talk simple and brief, not wanting to engage in any lengthy conversations. After dinner, I excused myself and went to my room, thinking that my dad would wake me up in the morning to wish me a happy birthday.

But when I woke up the next morning, there was no sign of my dad. I silently got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, expecting to see him there, but it was empty. I quickly went to my dad’s bedroom, thinking that he might be there, but as I approached the door, I heard moans coming from inside.

My heart skipped a beat as I thought to myself, “I’ll give myself a small birthday treat by watching Dad make love to Emily.” I slowly made my way to the other side of the room, trying not to make any noise. But instead of opening the door, I opened my laptop and accessed the secret camera I had set up in the photo frame I had given to my dad.

It was a hidden camera that I had installed, and it gave me a clear view of the entire room. I had never told anyone about it, not even my dad. As I opened the camera feed, I was shocked to see Emily lying on the bed, naked and masturbating. She was touching herself, her eyes closed in ecstasy, and her moans filled the room.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I had seen Emily with my dad many times before, in all kinds of positions, but this was something new. She was alone, and it was clear that she was missing my dad. Her boobs were as perfect as ever, and I could see that her pussy was shaved clean. As she touched herself, she moaned my dad’s name, her lips biting down on her own flesh in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I was transfixed by the sight of her, my eyes glued to the screen as I watched her bring herself to orgasm. Her body was so beautiful, so perfect, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards my dad for being able to have her. But at the same time, I was grateful for this little show, this private moment that I was witnessing. It was like a birthday present, a special treat just for me.

I quickly took off my pants and began to masturbate, my hand wrapping around my cock as I listened to Emily’s moans. I was fantasizing about fucking her, imagining myself in my dad’s place, pounding into her shaved pussy and making her scream with pleasure.

As I stroked myself, I watched Emily’s body language, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth open in a silent scream. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I imagined myself inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness around my cock.

As I continued to masturbate, Emily’s moans grew louder and more intense. She was calling out to my dad, begging him to fuck her, but in my mind, she was begging me. “Oh Honey! please push that monstrous cock inside me,” she moaned, her voice husky with desire. “Yes ... Ahhh. ahh”

I was on the edge, my cock throbbing with excitement as I listened to her words. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as I imagined myself pushing my cock inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness around me.

As I sat there, still catching my breath from my orgasm, Emily’s words made my heart skip a beat. “Fuck me ... Yes ... fuck Rachel too ... She is all yours ... Yes” she moaned, her voice filled with desire.

Who was Rachel? I had never heard of her before, and yet Emily was talking about her like she was someone my dad was intimately involved with.

And then it hit me - my dad had a threesome with two girls. Emily and Rachel. I couldn’t believe it. My dad, the man I had always thought of as straight-laced and conservative, was involved in a threesome with two women. It was something I never would have imagined him doing.

I felt a mix of emotions - shock, surprise, and a little bit of excitement. I had always known that my dad was a bit of a ladies’ man, but this was something else entirely. I couldn’t help but wonder what Rachel was like, what she looked like, and what her relationship was like with my dad and Emily.

As I sat there, my mind racing with questions and images, I knew that I had to find out more about Rachel. Who was she? What was her relationship like with my dad and Emily? And what did she look like?

I stroked myself harder, faster, my breathing quickening as I listened to Emily’s moans. I was so close, so close to coming, and then Emily’s words sent me over the edge. I felt a rush of pleasure, a wave of cum shooting out of my cock as I orgasmed, my body shuddering with release.

As I came, I felt a sense of satisfaction, of pleasure, but also a sense of guilt. I had been spying on my dad’s wife, masturbating to her moans, and it was wrong. But I couldn’t help myself, I was drawn to her, to her body, to her desire. And as I sat there, catching my breath, I knew that I would do it again, that I would keep spying on her, keep fantasizing about her, until I could have her for myself.

I quickly cleaned up the mess I had made and got ready to leave the house, feeling a mix of guilt and shame. I knew Emily might be worried that I had left without breakfast, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could.

As I spent the rest of the day, the weight of sadness increased. I had been expecting a phone call from my dad, but it never came. I felt like I had been forgotten, like I wasn’t important enough to warrant a simple phone call.

With a heavy heart, I made my way back home around 7PM, thinking that my dad and Emily would be waiting for me, ready to shout “Surprise!” and celebrate my birthday. But as I entered the house, I was met with silence. I scouted around the house, but there was no one there except Emily, who was standing in the kitchen, looking concerned.

“What are you looking for, honey?” she asked, trying to help me like I was lost or something.

I didn’t say anything, I just stood there, my face and eyes hurt and angry. Emily saw the look in my eyes and immediately knew that something was bothering me. She took a step closer to me, her hands reaching out to mine.

“Something happened, son?” she asked, her voice soft and gentle.

But I didn’t want her sympathy, I didn’t want her to try to be my mom. I shouted at her, my voice loud and angry. “Don’t try to be my mom, alright?” I said, grabbing my hands away from her and turning to lock myself in my room.

I ran up the stairs, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I was so hurt, so angry, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I just wanted to be alone, to lock myself away and try to forget about the pain and sadness that was eating away at me.

I felt bad for yelling at Emily, and I was about to go apologize to her when my phone rang. I had connected both phones to save time picking up calls, so I heard Emily pick up the phone in the other room. I quickly got to my phone and started listening, curious about who was calling and what they wanted.

“Honey! Where are you? You didn’t call all day and your phone is switched off!” Emily said in a worried tone.

My dad’s voice came through the phone, “Ah, I know honey. My phone died and I don’t have a charger, kind of got myself some issues at the construction site, it’s a bad day.”

I relaxed a little bit, thinking that maybe he had just had a bad day and hadn’t meant to forget my birthday.

“Oh. Alright. Do you know why Alex is so upset that he yelled at me for asking and locked himself up in his room?” Emily asked.

My dad’s tone changed, and he sounded worried and guilty. “Oh ... Shit ... Oh my god honey...” he exclaimed.

“What? What?” Emily asked, sounding worried.

“Today’s his birthday, hon,” my dad said, breaking the news.

Emily’s voice was filled with surprise and concern. “Oh, my god, baby! Why didn’t you tell me before? Poor baby is left alone all today. I didn’t know.”

There was a silence on the phone, and then Emily asked, “What do we do now?”

My dad asked, “Wait ... Alex, are you there?” But I knew he could hear the air conditioning sound that came from my room when someone was listening on the other line. I kept silent, not wanting to talk to him right now.

Emily responded, “No, honey! He’s not here. As I told you, he locked himself in the room.”

My dad ignored my silence and continued talking to Emily. “Okay! Hmm ... Let’s do one thing, I know how to make up for it. But I need you to help me.”

Emily sounded hesitant. “Me? What can I do, honey? He yelled at me. I don’t think he’ll open up to me, we’re not there yet.”

“I know that, honey. But, you gotta fix this. I hate to drag you into this, but I know he has some ‘soft spot’ for you.” My dad’s voice was laced with a hidden innuendo.

Emily’s tone changed, and she sounded happy and curious. “Awww ... are you sure? He has a soft spot for me?”

My dad’s response was firm. “Yes. Just go to his room and convey this message from me to him. Say - ‘I know you asked me for something before, like a pact, I said that was off-limits. But today, I’m offering the same to you.’”

Emily sounded confused. “I don’t understand, baby.”

My dad reassured her. “He’ll understand what it means, and you promised me to help me. So, whatever he says and does, please endure it for me and fix it.”

Emily’s voice was hesitant. “Okay ... Endure? What does that mean?”

My dad’s response was firm. “Nothing, honey. Just say yes.”

And Emily agreed. “Okay. Yes. I will go.”

I waited for a moment, still in shock from what my dad had said on the phone. All I understood was that he had messed up bad and was now willing to share his girlfriends with me. That meant I could dominate Emily and fuck her any way I wanted, even when my dad was having her. I could just join them. The thought immediately made my dick hard.

I heard the door knock and I didn’t open it for a while, preparing myself for what was to come. When I finally opened the door, Emily was standing there with a concerned look on her face.

“Alex, I’m sorry, hon. Your dad is sorry too. I didn’t know it was your birthday, he just called and I’m sorry. He said that you asked him for something, a pact? He says he’s okay with that, sorry, he’s offering a pact with you. That’s what he said.”

I quickly opened the door wider and Emily kind of jumped back, surprised by my sudden movement.

“I agree to the pact too!” I said, my voice robotic and devoid of emotion.

Emily’s face lit up with a smile and she clapped her hands together. “Oh, thank god!” she exclaimed, looking relieved.

But I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. I quickly grabbed her hands and dragged her inside the room, throwing her onto the bed. I locked the door behind us and strode towards her, my eyes fixed on her perfect blonde hair.

Emily looked up at me, confusion and fear etched on her face. “I don’t understand, honey?” she said, her voice trembling.

But I didn’t care. I quickly reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and making her mouth open wide in pain. I spat my saliva into her mouth and said, “You’ll understand in a jiffy.”

With that, I grabbed her chin harder, making her lips squeeze together. Emily looked horrified and confused, but I didn’t care. I quickly kissed her, not giving her a chance to talk or protest.

I pushed my tongue deep inside Emily’s mouth, feeling her softness and tasting her sweetness. She looked like she was having a hard time breathing, but I didn’t care. I was too caught up in the moment, too consumed by my desire for her.

As I kissed her, I couldn’t help but think about the fact that she was my stepmother. It was a taboo thought, but it only added to my excitement. I felt a rush of power and control as I grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed, bringing her to her knees.

Emily looked up at me, her eyes wide with confusion and horror. She was trying to gasp for air, but I didn’t give her a chance. With one hand still grasping her hair, I used the other to unzip my pants and pull out my 8-inch dick. I knew my dad and I were around the same size, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and competition.

I knew my dad’s type of women, and I knew Emily fit the bill. He liked submissive women, women who wouldn’t question or resist. And I had to admit, I liked them too. There was something about the power dynamic, about being in control, that turned me on.

So, I dropped my hard cock on Emily’s nose, feeling a sense of dominance and control. “Lick it, bitch,” I commanded, my voice firm and authoritative.

As I gazed into her eyes, I noticed that small tears were forming in the corners, threatening to spill down her cheeks. Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and her eyelids trembled with each blink. It was clear that she was on the verge of breaking down, but she was trying to hold it together.

Despite the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, I could see a spark of resignation, a sense that she knew she was in this situation and she had to make the best of it. It was a subtle signal, but it was enough to tell me that she was willing to submit to my demands, at least for now.

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving with excitement, and leaned in closer to her. My cock was still pressed against her nose, and I could feel her warm breath on my skin. “Lick it, bitch,” I repeated, my voice low and menacing. “Show me what you’re made of.”

With that, I took my cock in hand and placed it near Emily’s lips. She hesitantly opened her mouth and took the cock on her tongue, her eyes looking up at me with a mixture of fear and submission. And slowly, she squeezed the tip of my cock with her lips, covering it with her perfect, plump lips.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pleasure at the sight of her lips wrapped around my cock. It was just like I had imagined, so wonderful. I lost the grip of her hair and guided her head deeper, my cock sliding further into her mouth.

“Yes, mommy! You want to be my mommy? Yeah?” I asked her, my voice dripping with sarcasm and dominance.

But Emily didn’t respond, her mouth too full of my cock to speak. All she could do was tear up, her eyes welling up with tears as she struggled to take my cock deeper into her mouth.

I looked down at her, my eyes locked on hers, and sneered. “This is how you become my mommy,” I said, my voice cold and calculating. “My dick between your lips, your pussy, and your ass. You’ll take me wherever I want, whenever I want.”

With that, I increased my pace, fucking her mouth harder and faster. Emily’s eyes went wide, her face reddening as she struggled to keep up. But I didn’t care, I was too caught up in the sensations, too caught up in the power and control.

I looked up, my eyes rolling back in my head, and let out a groan of pleasure. “Suck me like that, bitch,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Take it all in. I’ll make you mine, I’ll make you submit to me, and be my mommy cum dump.”