The Elevator Fifty-Third Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement. Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted  to. He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Charlotte ran to the elevator in front of her mother.

"Mommy, can I press the button for our floor?"

"Sure thing, Honey."

Charlette entered the elevator and pressed the button.  It took her completely by surprise that the elevator doors closed before her Mommy got into the elevator.  Charlotte didn't know what to do as the elevator rose to her floor. But by the time she returned to the lobby, Charlotte wasn't feeling like a little girl anymore.  She felt like an Alpha Male.

"Honey, don't do that again.  You have to wait for Mommy," Charlotte's mother admonished.

"Don't worry about it, Momma.  I can take care of myself."  Charlotte puffed out her chest.

"You have got to listen to me.  I know what is best for you.  I know a lot that you don't...."

Charlotte's mother lectured her, but Charlotte wasn't looking at her mother's face.  She was looking at her mother's boobs.  They were so round, she wanted to touch them.  They seemed so big because Charlotte was so small.  She looked down at her mom's body and at her tight leggings.  Charlotte hadn't noticed her mother's camel-toe before.  She found it very sexy.

"Charlotte, are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, Momma."  Charlotte moved her eyes up to her mother's face again.  But they didn't stay there, returning to her mother's breasts."

"I don't know what's gotten into you."

"Nothing, Momma."

Charlotte's mother didn't like the way she was calling her Momma and how Charlotte was looking at her.

"You know I'm hard on you because I love you."

"I love you too, Momma, and when we get to the apartment, I'll show you how much."

Charlotte's mother didn't like the disrespect her daughter was giving her.  "I don't know what has gotten into you, but it had better stop."

Charlotte made a foolish remake and her mother grabbed her by the wrist, turned her around, and started to spank her bottom."

"Momma, Sweetheart! Control yourself, wait until we get home."

When Charlotte attacked, her mother in a very inappropriate way back at home, her mother made an appointment with a child psychologist for her nine-year-old daughter.

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