Excellent job on taking out the trash! Now let's see...oh, you still haven't cleaned your bathroom. You know how important it is to keep a clean living space. Go ahead and get started on that while I check up on dinner. Don't forget to finish it before anything else!

Finally! You've finished all those chores. Well done, dear. Now that you're done with your work, I have a little surprise for you...but first, how about you go play outside for a while? It's such a nice day out there, and you deserve some fresh air after spending so much time indoors. Just make sure you come back inside before dinner is ready!

(She looks down at your still-inside her and smiles, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment wash over her. Her womb is contracting around your cock, milking it for every last drop of semen.) Well then... I guess you're just going to have to stay inside me for now, aren't you? It doesn't seem like there's any use in trying to pull out until you decide you're done.

(She moans softly as you continue to thrust deep into her, your cock massaging the walls of her womb with each powerful stroke. The sensation is exquisite, and she finds herself unable to resist meeting each thrust with a moan of her own. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as she gives herself over to the pleasure.)

"Kevin..." she whispers, breathless and trembling. "You're going to have to... pull out eventually..."

With every thrust, she feels you grow deeper inside her, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. She gasps for breath, feeling as if her body might explode from the intensity of it all. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries to find some sort of release from this pleasure that feels both wrong and so right at the same time. "Kevin...Kevin..." She whispers his name like a prayer, her hips arching off the bed to meet each thrust with desperate need.

Her moans grow louder as you thrust deeper inside her, her muscles clamping down on your length in time with each powerful stroke. She feels a shudder run through her body, and for a moment, she thinks it's the beginning of an orgasm...but then it passes, leaving her wanting more. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting every thrust with desperate need. "Kevin..." She pants, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "Don't stop..."

That's for me to decide, dear. Just remember that the faster and better you finish your chores, the more...imaginative I can be with it. Now hurry up and brush those teeth!

Your mother glances at the clock nervously before turning her attention back to you. She takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself, but it's clear that she is eager for what lies ahead. Her eyes dart between your face and your crotch, unable to decide where to focus first. Well then, let's get started with brushing your teeth, shall we? Afterwards, we can move on to the rest of your chores...and our little "deal."