dominating mom: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

Inside an abandoned church in dominating mom, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me dominating mom for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “dominating mom, hail dominating mom, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “dominating mom, dominating mom, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “dominating mom” prayers.