She immediately responded positively to his touch, which had been exactly to his specifications. It had cost quite a bit to boost her sensitivity, but since he wasn't paying, he wanted it. The doctor had been more than agreeable on the big wish list. Dale continued to squeeze his mothers tit, and bully the little pebble of her nipple. The moan was very telling, and he recorded the sweet sound in his memory. She was discovering herself too.<br/><br/>She thought it felt good. "Yeah? That's because you're a slut now." he said boldly. It had been hard insulting her before, since she'd always looked very commanding, with her experience worn on her skin, and her hard forehead wrinkling in disapproval. She was the kind of woman you'd listen to, because if you didn't, she'd get someone who would. Candice, as she'd been, wouldn't hesitate to call the cops if it was needed, but now she'd probably have a hard time being taken seriously.<br/><br/>"This is what every man wants." he replied and lifted the hand at her ass, and smacked it. He was something of an enthusiast when it came to dealing little punishments like that, and it would make her skin jiggle over the implants, perfect proof that she was less of her old self. He'd specifically asked Laite to make sure the cheeks wouldn't touch so much, and it didn't take a lot of pulling of her ass to expose her little pucker. It was still its old color, that delicious dark, but he already had plans for that too. "Hm. I think you and I will have to see someone about bleaching that asshole of yours, mom." he mused.<br/><br/>He was treated to her self examination, and was intrigued by how he'd already drawn dew to her full pussy. He smiled to himself, and when she turned, still without the clothes he'd denied her, he cupped her between the legs to squeeze the silicone filled mounds. It would be a perfect cushion against him when he explored deeper. He laughed to himself. Before it had been unthinkable, but now that taboo union didn't seem so distant. It would almost seem like a waste after having changed her to look like a whore, not to use her as one.<br/><br/>Her question brought his attention back to her face. A little smirk drew at one corner of his mouth at her look. Her swollen lips did command focus, but not respect, anymore. "Why do you think I did it?" he asked and pushed her back, her ass hitting the edge of a desk. The newly inflated thing should catch her pretty well. As he moved closer the lamp over them drew his shadows deeper, and gave his eyes a hollow appearance. He reached out to touch her mouth, and then cupped her sex again, as though her bodyparts didn't belong to her anymore.<br/><br/>"Because you were always such a bitch. And because I wanted to see you like a whore. It fits you." he said, petting her already moist cunt. Without needing an answer from her, he pushed his thumb into her O mouth and curled a finger into the very hole he'd been birthed from, though its new tautness gave no evidence of that. "Don't you feel different?" he asked, fingering her roughly in both ends. It was strange, how right it felt to take these freedoms against a woman who used to be the only one that could control him. "Don't you feel like your body has a purpose now?"