He huffed at her small objection. It was hard to think she was genuinely resisting making sexual content when she looked like she did, even if it was with her son as a producer. "It's your call." he lied. "But it's either that or you have to sell yourself on the street. I think you should at least try make money for your debts without becoming an actual whore first." it was a hard truth to hear. There were many ventures she could try, of course, especially with her skills - jobs online - but he wasn't about to tell her about anything that would get in the way of his plans for her. He didn't expect her to figure it out herself, since her current expression didn't paint the picture of the intelligent woman she used to be. If he continued to treat her like this, she would inevitably believe that she relied on him for her decisions.<br/><br/>She was clearly enjoying the ride. The boost to her nerves was paying off, and with half her ass out, her tits barely contained at every little bump, she looked the part of someone being fucked by the seat itself. The evidence was there when she got up. He smiled to himself. He'd already gotten acquainted to that scent in the doctor's office. He had seen her expression too, and it seemed she'd like to be driven around in the future.<br/><br/>Her face let him know she was thinking something carnal when she waved at their neighbor. The man, who was married with three kids, couldn't hide his enthusiasm. He mustn't recognize her very well, since she looked like this. Dale put his hand on her ass, squeezing it with barely any dress in his hand's way, as he also waved to the man. It was his way of showing possession over Candice. It didn't deter the man from staring until Dale had pulled her into the house and closed the door.<br/><br/>"Did you like that attention, mom?" he asked as he looked her over, challenging her in a way he hadn't dared before. "Get that dress off now." he ordered as he pulled out his cock. "I bought it and you're only allowed to wear it when I say." Her wardrobe had been burnt. Her clothes were an affront, and during one of his parties, they'd been incinerated as a favor to her. His friends had laughed about her collection of underwear, especially. Some of the girls had collected an array of unseemly articles for her instead, as a joke. Dale had thought it was funny, but now he could see her doing well in that kind of clothes.<br/><br/>His cock was massive. He'd had a handful of girls who wouldn't finish with him since it had been too painful, even after he'd gotten them good and slippery. He didn't say anything more about his presented member, and simply crossed his arms as he stood close to her. The head of his cock smeared precum onto her stomach. He wanted to see what this new woman would do, presented to her son's stupendous limb, out in the open.<br/><br/>"I want you to make me food. You're at least good for that." he pointed out. "And then we can see about your other uses, now that no one's going to want to hire you for anything other than to fuck or suck."