Mom Takes Charge – S8:E8

Title: “Mom Takes Charge”

The sultry glance, the authoritative tone, the way her robe clung to the curves of her body – something was different about Linda today. Her daughter, Jenny, couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she could feel the shift in the air as Linda sauntered into the kitchen.

Jenny was supposed to be helping with the dishes, but she’d been distracted, daydreaming about her latest crush. Linda noticed the stack of dirty plates and pans, and her eyebrows arched. “Jenny,” she said, her voice low and measured, “I believe we’ve discussed this before. Dishes are your responsibility.”

Jenny sighed, rolling her eyes. “I know, Mom. I just got sidetracked.” She turned back to the sink, but Linda was already beside her, her hands on her hips.

“Sidetracked, huh?” Linda’s voice was a purr, but there was a bite underneath. “And what, exactly, was so important that it couldn’t wait?”

Jenny fumbled to find an excuse, but Linda was already crowding her against the counter. “Nothing,” she mumbled. “I just…”

Linda’s hand was on her chin, tilting her face up to meet Linda’s gaze. “No,” Linda said, her eyes darkening. “I don’t think you understand. I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

The air between them was charged with tension, and Jenny’s heart began to race. Linda’s proximity was intoxicating, her scent of vanilla and spice filling Jenny’s senses. “But Mom, I…” she tried to argue, but Linda silenced her with a finger across her lips.

“Enough,” Linda said, her voice colder than ever. “You’re going to do as I say, and you’re going to like it.”

Jenny’s breath hitched at the casual cruelty of Linda’s tone. She’d never been spoken to like this before, and a part of her thrilled at the dominance in Linda’s voice. Linda reached for the plug on the sink, and Jenny watched, transfixed, as the water began to drain.

“Now,” Linda said, turning to face Jenny, her hands on the counter on either side of her, trapping her between her body and the counter. “Strip.”

Jenny’s eyes widened, and she wanted to protest, wanted to tell Linda that she was crazy, that this wasn’t right… but the words died in her throat as Linda’s hands found the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach. “I said strip,” Linda repeated, her voice low and insistent. “And if you don’t do as I say… well. Let’s just say I have ways of making you comply.”

Jenny shivered at the promise in Linda’s voice, and slowly, she lifted her arms to allow Linda to remove her shirt. The cool air hit her skin, and her nipples hardened, visible through the thin fabric of her bra. Linda traced a finger along the curve of her breast, and Jenny bit her lip to keep from whimpering.

“All of it,” Linda commanded, and Jenny, with trembling hands, unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. She stood before Linda, bare from the waist up, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Linda’s hands were on her again, skimming over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You have such a beautiful body,” Linda murmured, her breath hot against Jenny’s ear. “I’ve always admired it… and now I’m going to enjoy it.”

Jenny’s mind reeled at Linda’s admission. She had never suspected that Linda felt this way, had never dreamed that the attraction was mutual. But as Linda’s lips met her neck, as Linda’s hands worked to remove her pants and panties, there was no denying the truth: this was happening, and Jenny wanted it to happen.

Linda’s kisses were hot and urgent, her hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin. She pushed Jenny back against the counter, her body pinning Jenny in place. “Tell me you want this,” Linda demanded, her fingers teasing along the edge of Jenny’s inner thigh. “Tell me you need me.”

Jenny could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. Her body was on fire, aching for Linda’s touch, but the words wouldn’t come. Linda’s finger found her clit, circling it slowly, and Jenny gasped at the sensation.

“Tell me,” Linda insisted, her voice stern. “Tell me how badly you need me.”

“I do,” Jenny whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “I need you, Mom. Please.”

Linda’s smile was wicked, and she rewarded Jenny with a firm stroke of her clit. Jenny cried out, arching against her, and Linda took full advantage, pushing one finger inside her. “You’re so tight,” Linda growled against her neck. “So wet and ready for me.”

Jenny could only moan in response, her hips bucking against Linda’s hand. Linda worked a second finger inside her, stretching her, filling her, and Jenny thought she might die from the pleasure of it.

Linda’s thumb circled her clit, and her fingers curled inside her, finding that magic spot that made stars explode behind Jenny’s eyes. “Don’t you dare come,” Linda commanded. “Not until I say so.”

Jenny bit her lip, fighting against the tide of her orgasm, desperate to obey Linda’s orders. Linda drove her fingers forward, harder, faster, pushing Jenny to the brink of ecstasy.

“Come for me,” Linda ordered. “Come on my fingers like the good girl you are.”

Jenny screamed as her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing around Linda’s fingers, her juices flowing freely. Linda worked her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure, until Jenny was panting and spent in her arms.

Linda withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips to taste Jenny’s essence. “Delicious,” she murmured. “You taste just as sweet as I imagined.”

Jenny blushed at the praise, at the knowledge that Linda had thought about this, had fantasized about it. Linda captured her lips in a deep kiss, letting Jenny taste herself on Linda’s tongue.

“I think it’s time I took my proper place,” Linda said, releasing Jenny from the kiss. “From now on, you do as I say. When I say. You are mine to command… and I think you’re going to enjoy every moment of it.”

Jenny nodded, obedient and eager, ready to follow Linda anywhere. “Yes, Mom,” she said, her voice breathy with anticipation. “I’m yours.”

And with that, their new dynamic was established. Mom takes charge… and Jenny was more than happy to comply.

THE END