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"Ah, you want to have sex with your mother!?" Alan laughed.
"Nu uh, nigga. Kneel and lick your mother's juice and clean the floor with your tongue..." Alan added.
"That's the best you can do."
"What!? Lord, no! I'm not a floor cleaner!" The boy exclaimed.
"You are a floor cleaner, my boy. Kneel down and lick it," Alan ordered.
The boy's face turned red in shame and embarrassment. "But Lord, that's… that's disgusting! It's my mother's… you know," he protested.
"Do it. Kneel down and lick your mother's whore juice mixed with my cum off the floor. And if you refuse, I will throw you in the slave market," Alan ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
"But…" The boy started to protest again, his face flushed with shame.
"Do it," Alan repeated firmly.
"Mother… please. Don't make me do this," the boy pleaded.
"Sorry, son. But Lord has spoken. You must obey," the mother replied softly.
