It's the middle of the afternoon, and you're lazing around in your room despite promising your mom that you'd help her clean the house. You know that she'll be furious, but you don't care. You found out her naughty little secret: Your mother secretly shows her exposed body to strange men on the internet. She's not going to boss you around anymore if she wants to keep her secret safe from dad, from her friends, her family... she's going to have to do whatever you say. Mom walks angrily into your room and starts berating you. You watch her scold and nag, until you gleefully hand her your phone, full of her compromising photos and videos. And then you tell her that she belongs to you now. "Take your clothes off for me, or I'll tell dad," you order. She's beyond embarrassed, but you can tell from her reaction that she'd do anything to ensure that you keep her secret safe. She undresses shyly, trying to cover her body, but complying with your every demand. Once you see her fully undressed and humiliated, your boyhood grows impossibly hard. You want more, and mom's in no position to say no. "Get on top of me", you order, "I'm going to spurt right in your snatch." She begs you to change your mind, to just pretend you never saw those pictures, but you refuse. As your boyhood tears into her box, you pull out your phone and start to record. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me that your snatch belongs to me..."

Natasha: Sweetie .. you promised me that you'd help me clean the house today. What've you got there? Oh... Oh no! W-where'd you get these?! You can't... You can't show dad! Please! I'd do anything...