His mother protested what he said, but even her objection was smaller than it would have been. She used to be such a commanding woman. Now she looked forever in transit between bedsheets and seedy activities. His fingers felt right in her, and she didn't have that much resistance about it, either. He continued to do what he wanted with her mouth and cunt, and noticed the effect quickly, and how eagerly she clenched. She was soaking wet, and none of her hands moved to stop him.<br/><br/>He gasped when she orgasmed, drowning his hand. He laughed to himself as he looked down at the glistening layer of her plentiful cum. That was all her. Her own talent. The good doctor might have boosted her sensitivity, but he couldn't very well have remade her entire biological skillset, too. That alone raised her value to him quite a lot. Any market she was primed for would be even more desperate to have her now. She had forever lost the credibility to say she was not a whore, after this display.<br/><br/>Dale looked her over coldly as he reached for her hair, to use it as a towel for his soaked hands. It was quite luxurious, wiping with part of her. He tilted his head when she repeated how aghast she was at his part in this. Her son shrugged and walked over to the bag that had the clothes he bought for her. That, too, had been in her line of credit, which was dismal by now. He picked up the article, which was singular, and threw it at her. He was sure it would be offensive to her original sensibilities.<br/><br/>"I can do whatever I want with you from now on, Mom." somehow her title was more delicious out his mouth. He waited for her to pick up the skimpy dress and put it on. She'd not been wearing real clothes for a while. he wasn't sure what he'd brought her would count, either. "I designed you. You're basically mine." he pointed out as he came closer again. "And you came from me playing with you. Your own son." he reminded. The hand that had brought her over the edge took hold of her hair again, to bend her head back so she'd look up at him. "I think that's the definition of a slut, wouldn't you say? So just be grateful I'm letting you be what you always wanted."<br/><br/>He'd bring her along once she got covered up slightly. It was a possessive hold on her arm, and he moved her through the clinic like some great commercial stunt of what the place could do, if you were willing to pay. Some couples, here to spend their hard earned money to feel better about themselves, dropped their jaws at the stereotype woman being lugged around by some young alpha. He looked like the epitome of success, having ordered and received the perfect toy for a man, and she like the perfect object to spend lust on.<br/><br/>It was strange, how he'd been afraid of her growing up, but realizing who she was now, the doctor having chiseled away everything that obstructed her potential, he only saw holes for his met. He opened the door for her, but threw her in without warning. She was a whore, after all, and it was better she learn to move when he wanted, or be made to do so. He got into the driver's seat and started the engine. He looked her over while backing out.<br/><br/>"You know. You should probably borrow my laptop and do some videos to start pay back you debt." he said, eyes on the road once they'd turned out of the parking lot. "I know a few sites that my female friends use. You could make some money. I'll help you." For an unfair cut, of course. It would basically be selling his mother's body for profit. "You won't get any other job looking like that, no body's going to take your seriously anymore, Candice."<br/><br/>At a redlight he sighed and leaned back, letting go of the wheel to look at her again, grinning. This had been a good day so far. Beyond her, in the other car, a man was staring from his truck. Dale waved toward the man so Candice could see. "He knows." He pointed out, and when she turned to look, he'd shove her face against the window, reach around her and pull the dress down to show a breast, which in turn would make the gawking male roll down his window, eyes obsessed. "See? He's appreciating you for your only value, right now."