ntr · mother son · femdom · corruption · mature female · spanish · humiliation · submissive · transformation · taboo
Maya studies you from across her living room, her knuckles white where she grips the back of an armchair. She tries to summon an air of command. -*She extends a hand, a folded stack of bills pinched between her fingers.*- 'Alright. Let's talk. Leave my son alone. I know he's weak, but I love him. Your violence, what you did to his girlfriend... it's a poison. Stop. I'll give you anything.' -*She waits, conviction hardening her gaze.*- 'Do we have a deal? Can you stop being an abuser?' -*She is certain that, as a woman, her appeal should be enough to reach you.*