Preamble.
My heart struggled for a long time! I have thought many times in my mind about the writing of this post, whether to write it or not? Is it posting? Mentally very contradictory. I am not afraid of being scolded, because I have been prepared to be scolded, what I think is just such an article whether someone to see? As well as support my previous article of the netizens will not be dissatisfied?
Last time in the posting of “mom is an AV star (a)”, there are several users expressed support, there is a netizen expressed opposition, I would like to next year will be “mom is an AV star” to complete, in the “mom is a Thai bathing girl” after the beginning of a good start and then begin to try a small piece of, to be necessary to open the writing of this, but in my yesterday after the posting of the “mom is an AV star (b)”, see the response of After I posted “Mom is an AV star (II)” yesterday, I saw “jimmy’s” response, and began to urge this article again.
To that end, there’s also the opening chapter of this supposed fourth installment, which was supposed to start next year, Mom’s a Beast Trainer.
I’m not looking for a response, it’s just that I need to see what people think of this kind of article in terms of writing, so whether you are positive or negative about it, you’d better respond to me and hopefully not hold back, even if it’s a relentless critique I’ll accept it, and your response will determine the future of this article!
Also due to the launch of this post first, the process of Mama Was a Ballroom Lady has been suspended, but after this post I will be working full steam ahead on the follow up part of Mama Was a Ballroom Lady and will have it done in time for Christmas.
First of all, the difference between sexual abuse and abuse: I think the most important point, sexual abuse of the abused from the heart is happy, and abuse of the abused from the mental and physical are suffering, the famous scholar Ms. Li Yinhe “sadomasochistic subculture” book will be sexually abused translated into “sadomasochism” is a good, yes, this article to describe the “sadomasochism” rather than cruel and abusive behavior. Yes, what this article is about is “sadomasochism”, not cruel and abusive behavior. Also, I promise to write a piece on male sadomasochism and female sadomasochism in the future after I finish this book, so as to appease the anger of those who do not like this article.
To the readers: This article due to the special nature, please do not reproduce, if you want to reproduce, please tell me, or in the response to tell me where to go and the URL, otherwise I found, silence will be the best way.
I. Slaves in the hotel
My name is Mike, (please forgive me if I have to give all the characters in this article a Chinese name, or else changing the input method back and forth will mess up my thoughts.) I am 19 years old this year, while the other main character in this article, my mom, has so many names, her name is Madonna (she can’t be called Myung-soo, can she? Laughing.) But some of her slaves call her Mistress, some call her Queen, Goddess, Empress, Teacher, Mrs., Madam… In short, she has many names. As for my father, I don’t know where he is now, maybe locked up in his cell, or maybe sprawled out on the doorstep watching the door, he’s one of mom’s dogs now.
Yesterday, mom took in a few more slaves, who are still chained up in their cells, and mom just went back in with the whip. In fact, mom is a very sexy woman, really can’t figure out people are so afraid of her, some in order to get the opportunity to lick mom’s heel, and even spend tens of thousands of dollars to send mom a gift, but also couples to come together, both lying on their backs in front of mom’s feet, so that mom whip. The funniest was a car company owner who gave mom a car every time she came and was in heaven when she stuck the heels of her thin high-heeled shoes inside his asshole and vowed to be her lifelong slave.
Today my mom is so happy that she’s going to have lunch with me at the fanciest Hilton. Oh! Mom’s back.
Mom was wearing a tight black, high-waisted, corseted, leather skirt today; every one of Mom’s dresses was made of expensive leather, and most of them had been purchased for her by slaves who had rushed to buy them for her.
“Mike, are you ready?”
“Ready for Mommy to go?”
As she was saying this, a slave crawled in with his bare ass and lay at Mama’s feet, Mama pressed her heels against his face and his face began to contort on the floor: “Mistress, I have a request.” Momma first whipped him on the back with a whip, and after the “snap”, the slave’s back was marked with a red lash. He began to shake his hips excitedly: “Mistress… Master… Please hit my body harder, thank you Mistress for the reward!” It was Mom’s Queen’s decree to say thank you after every whipping, and no matter how painful it was, one was not allowed to scream, but to assume the position that best suited his master’s discipline, and to express his gratitude wholeheartedly, or else he would be punished even more severely.
Mom swung the whip angrily and struck down hard, in a moment blood bubbled up from the slave’s body, the slave’s face began to turn from excitement to pain, but he still said thank you softly after each lash. After beating him for a while, mom threw the whip on the ground and stomped her foot, the slave knowingly took the whip in his mouth and shook his ass, mom kicked him to the ground, pressed her foot against his back, and with one hand, she poked the handle of the whip into his asshole.
The slave excitedly got high on his mother’s head, while softly screaming, “Thank you Mistress! Thank you Mistress!”
Mom scolded: “You bitchy slave, master rewarded you a chance, you can ask master to use your credit card, you hear me? Ah?” Mom scolded sternly.
“Oh, thank you Master for your gift, I will bring it to you.” The slave crawled away excitedly, and a moment later he knelt at mom’s feet with the credit card in his mouth. Mom took the credit card, stabbed him in the face with the heel of her shoe and ordered, “Bitch slave, you can go back now.” The slave obeyed and crawled towards the dungeon.
With that, mom settled for lunch, she had a way of doing that, i.e. giving pleasure to her slaves and enjoying life for herself. I took the credit card and looked at the signature. MR White? Oh, my God! Could this be the president of the Chase Bank that had been revered all day? What a surprise!
When we arrived at the Hilton Hotel, mom and I began to eat. A little while later, a well-dressed gentleman of about fifty walked in, stood beside Mom, bent down, and gently asked, “Excuse me, are you Mrs. Madonna?” Mom glanced at the gentleman and nodded.
Then I was treated to the amazing sight of him immediately kneeling down in front of my mom’s lap. That’s when I remembered, wasn’t he the famous Wallace, the councilman from our district? Wallace was on his back, staring at mom’s stilettos with his eyes.
“What do you want? Huh?” Mom’s voice was a little stern.
“I… I would like to ask Lady Madonna to be my queen and take me as your slave.”
Mom put one foot on his head and inquired, “How badly do you want it? I need slaves who are absolutely loyal, can you do that, Mr. Councilor? Answer me at once!”
Wallace raised his head and said sincerely, “I want to be your Ladyship’s permanent slave, and I am prepared to bear all the bounties your Ladyship gives me! Please accept the slave’s request, Your Majesty!”
Mom looked at me and then pressed Wallace’s head to the floor: “Very well, but you just looked up and straight at the Queen’s holy body without her permission, and you will have to be punished by the Queen for that. Now you go and get the whip and leash, I’m going to punish you right here.”
“Yes Queen, the slaves you need have been brought.” Saying that, he opened his purse and took it out. This old man seems to have prepared it long ago.
Mom began to give orders, “Take off your jacket and put on only your leather undershirt and leather shorts.”
“Oh, Ms… King. Here?” He was probably also afraid that the attendant would see him in his ugly state.
“Yes, this is where the Queen is going to begin your punishment. When you’re changed, bring the whip and leash in your mouth, you hear me? Huh?” Mom reprimanded loudly.
Wallace began to change obediently, brought in his whip and leash in his mouth, and his mother picked up the whip and the lash came down on him one at a time.
Perhaps his mother had pushed him too hard, and he moaned, “Ah… Queen… Ah… Oh…”
Mom increased the force of the whip and kicked him in the face with her foot: “Bitch slave, remember, the Queen does not allow you to scream out. Also, say thank you softly after the Queen’s favor each time she gives you the whip, do you hear me?”
“Yes, thank you Queen for the gift. Thank you!”
After a few whippings, mom put the dog holster around his neck and attached the leash to the table leg, ordering, “Bitch slave, clean the dust off the queen’s shoes, if I find a speck of dust in a few moments, you’re going to spend the night outside the queen’s door. Begin!”
He cupped Mom’s shoes in his hands and started cleaning her heels with his tongue while Mom and I talked and laughed and ate our lunch. After we finished eating, Mom walked ahead, leash in hand, Wallace crawling behind Mom’s ass, and we walked out of the Hilton with the crowd pointing and booing.
December 12, 1999 Simon Chunxue
II. Gray-haired sex slaves
In the car, Wallace knelt at his mom’s feet and the conditioning began.
“Bitch slave, from now on you are the Queen’s exclusive slave, tell me what you want?”
Mom snapped.
Wallace hung his head low and said softly, “I wish the Queen…”
“With a loud snap, his mother swung the whip hard across his back, and Wallace, startled, looked up and cowardly said, “Thank you… Queen, what did I do wrong?”
Mom lifted his chin with the whip: “Remember, in front of the Queen, there can be no hope for you, only compliance.” Said another whip, “Bastard slave, do you remember?”
“Yes, thank you, Queen, for your education, and I will submit to all that the Queen has graced me with.”
“Very well, get down!” Mom put away the whip, Wallace obediently lay down at her feet, Mom raised her feet, pressed her heels against his head, and began to announce the Queen’s decree to him: “Firstly, you can never move freely in the presence of the Queen, and you have to ask for her approval for everything.”
“Second, the Queen’s word is an order to be obeyed absolutely.”
“Third, the body of the slave is owned by the Queen and is at her disposal.”
“Fourth…”
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“Tenth, to volunteer to be the Queen’s slave for life, to be at her beck and call at all times.” Mom pressed down hard on the heel, Wallace’s head bobbing under the squeeze, “Got it all?” Mom asked in a very seductive voice, the heel of her shoe sticking in his face.
“Yes… yes, Queen… please… ah… yes yes yes.”
“Well then, sign this and put your handprint on it.” Mom tossed the printed indenture at her feet and lifted her foot, the heel of her shoe tapping against the wagon.
Wallace picked up the pen, his hand trembling with excitement: “Thank you, Queen, for your approval.” Then he signed his name on it, and with his hands full of sealing oil, he printed it on the deed, and then raised his hands in the air, “Please, Queen… accept it.” He pleaded excitedly.
With a satisfied smile, Mom took the indenture and put it in her purse, then grabbed the leash with her hand and yanked Wallace to her knees, “Bitch slave, start fantasizing, it’ll come true in a few moments.”
Wallace’s face was flushed and his eyes sparkled: “Thank you, my queen, thank you, my queen…”
Upon arriving home, Mom nudged Wallace in the head with the whip pole and he would climb out of the car and kneel outside the door as Mom put her foot on his back and walked away from him. With the leash in hand, Wallace climbed over the steps, and as he moved a little slower, Mom taught him a few more lashes.
Wallace’s body was covered in sweat by the time he climbed into the living room, and Mom had taken off her leather skirt and was wearing only her mesh black stockings, topped off with a tight black cummerbund, her white skin made even sexier against the black. Today mom was actually wearing no panties, I dared not look any further and headed for my room.
“Mike, can you go to the torture chamber with mom?”
Mom’s seductive voice came and I whipped my head around and her snow white breasts were right in front of me. “Oh mom I do.” Without waiting to think, I answered.
When Wallace heard I was going, he spoke up and said, “Queen, can Mr. Mac not go?”
Mom turned around, grabbed the whip and whipped him hard: “Bastard slave, do you dare to disobey the Queen?” The whip snapped, and Wallace was too scared to move, but still whispered a polite thank you.
Mom led him to the torture room, the four walls inside were painted blood red and the walls were covered with all kinds of torture devices, Wallace took off his clothes and mom sat him on a chair and locked his wrists to the chair with handcuffs, and since the chair was made of iron, he couldn’t get out of it even with all his strength. Mom spread his thighs again and locked his ankles in place. Wallace’s face began to perk up and his rod became erect.
Mom smiled with satisfaction and praised in a very seductive voice, “That’s good, what a big dick!” Squeezing the crown with her hand and rubbing the balls with her other hand, Wallace couldn’t help but grunt softly as the rod stood up even more under her touch “Thank you… Thank you, Your Majesty… Oh… Your Majesty… Thank you…”
“The Queen loves your rod, will this be comfortable?” Mom moved her glove around.
“It’s very comfortable… Thank you, Your Majesty… Oh…”
“What a big rod, the queen loves it… what a guy…” Mom played with the rod, stimulating his hearing with her winking voice, leaning down, her snow-white tits swinging back and forth in front of Wallace’s eyes. A moment later, the rod trembled, “¡ÓOh… Queen… I’m going to lose it…¡Ó At the very moment when she was about to ejaculate, mom wrapped the rope around the rod, and with a strong pull with both her hands, the semen was blocked in her testicles.
Wallace screamed out in pain, “Ahhhh… Ahhhh Queen… Ahhhh…” Seeing him screaming, mom pulled her hands tighter and her voice became stern, “Shut your mouth and thank the Queen for her love!” Wallace’s rod turned purple as the rope tightened around him, his balls swelled, and when he screamed, mom added her strength, which was rewarded with more pain. Sweat beaded on his face, and he didn’t dare to scream any more, turning into a soft moan: “Thank you, Queen… oh… thank you…” Completely submissive to his mother, the pain seemed to turn into pleasure, “Oh… oh… thank you, Queen…”
Seeing his obedience, Mom perked up, pulling back and forth with both hands, her smooth ass wiggling up and down, and I was surprised to find pussy water oozing out of her cunt as the House came to life.
My eyes began to linger on my mom’s ass, she turned around and discovered my secret and instead of scolding me, she pouted back from time to time. My rod got bigger without realizing it, was she teasing me?
Mom played with his rod for a while and put an iron chastity belt on him, the iron wrapped around the rod and tied underneath with a string separating the two balls, presenting two reddish meatballs. “Slut slave, the Queen wants you to remember that from now on your meat rod is owned by the Queen and you will keep it chaste, do you hear me?”
“Yes, I do.” Wallace replied happily.
“Down here, it’s time to work on your endurance for when the Queen returns.” After mom finished, she turned back to me and said, “Mike, come to my sleeping room.”
Walking behind my mom, I was filled with anticipation, her stocking covered legs, her white round ass, all stimulated my senses, and with her to-die-for swing, my rod was already holding my pants up.
“Mike, are you excited?” God, I can’t believe she’s so direct. “Mom, I…” I put my hand over my rod. “My boy…” Mom pushed my hand away and squeezed her cock. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t do that to you. Tell me, are you excited? “
“Yes, mom, I’m so sorry…”
“No need to say you’re sorry, it’s nice to see you excited mom, it means you’re growing up.”
“But…”
Mom put her breasts in front of my body, white breasts clamped into a deep cleavage, she said to me in a mesmerizing voice: “No buts, boy, pull it out, let mom see if it’s big enough.” I was too nervous to move, my mom’s tactics just now gave me palpitations. Mom pulled out my belt and pulled down my pants, my cock hit her belly and she reached down to hold it: “It’s big isn’t it? Boy, tell mom, what do you want now?”
“Mom, I’m afraid to say it.” I replied softly, lowering my head.
“Are you trying to fuck mom? Answer me?!” Mom’s voice was suddenly stern and her hand added a lot of strength. Her hand was so strong that her cock ached slightly. “Oh… yes, mom!” I shouted out.
“That’s a good boy for mommy. Come on, let mommy teach you…”
Mom pushed me back in the chair and pressed her knees against my cock: “Tell mom, do you want it?” There was a sharp pain in my cock, “Oh mom, I don’t like your occupational disease, I’m in pain!”
“I’m sorry,” mom said as she lowered her thighs, “mom didn’t want this, come on!” With that, she slipped her pussy onto the cock, “Mike, does that feel good?”
“Very… good! Thank you, mom… Oh…”
“Come on, suck mom’s nipples, I’m going to have a good fuck with you…”
“Mmm… suck harder… mmm…”
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I found out my mom’s secret, that after she finished conditioning her slaves, her heart was filled with sexual desire.
Simon Chunxue on January 18, 2000
III. Teenagers my age
A few of you reminded me that I should write about the taboo mentality between mothers and children, and after thinking about these stories, I felt that I couldn’t do that. Because the mothers of these protagonists are all engaged in “special professions”, in some parts of the text and Zhiren brother’s voyeurism close to the class, the difference is that Zhiren brother’s article’s protagonist is only to see but not to do, while the protagonist of my stories is to see and to do, and to do is the main; these mothers are sexually very open, wandering if the incest, cheating that kind of shame to add to it, may be the article incest, cheating kind of shame into it, may be the article will be contradictory.
For example: in the first part, the mother and her daughter-in-law have sex together; in the second part, the mother seduces even her son’s classmates; in the third part, the Thai mother has her sex service at home, and her son learns about her and her guests every day; in the fourth part, the mother doesn’t even wear any panties every day. It seems a bit inappropriate to ask these mothers to keep their voices down during sex, let alone to run to the room after just touching their asses… If I were to subdivide the incest works, I think my stories should be classified as a separate category: incest plus voyeurism.
I hope to be corrected.
Here to reiterate: this story is only dedicated to the friends on the Yuan Yuan station, is strictly prohibited from reproducing, especially the ads are full of, rely on the Yuan Yuan station to survive a few stations, so as not to cause unpleasant things.
This article contains heavy SM, CBT, object god worship, incest, readers please think twice, those who do not have a strong mental capacity should stop, and the practices in it should not be imitated, remember! (Because I only write one such story, I have to write the cruelest things as well.)
Woke up, mom is still holding me, her thighs in black mesh stockings coiled around my waist, two white and round tits against me, I can not help but put my hand on the top of the caress up, her nipples gradually hardened, mom woke up: “my child, you are thinking about it again?” Mom clamped her hands on my face.
“Yes mom, I was so happy last night.” I continued to rub her nipples.
Mom put her hand on my lower back: “Your dick is hard again, good boy, want to fuck mommy?” Her hand rose up.
“Oh, yes, Mom.”
Mom kneaded her balls twice, rolled over and rode on top of me, her ass sank down, her cock pushed through the lips of her pussy, and was wrapped around her wet pussy: “Oh, Mom, I love you so much, oh…”
With her hands on my chest, my mom pushed her lower body up and looked down at me, asking, “Michael, my son, scream out what you want to say, oh… your cock is so hard…” My mom’s movements gradually increased in speed.
“Your Majesty, the meal is ready, now…” A male slave climbed in, one of the best cooks in our city and one of Mom’s most loyal slaves, and when he looked up and saw Mom and me, he lowered his head in fear and didn’t dare to say any more: “Your Majesty, I’m sorry… “He held the ground with both hands and hit his head on the floor.
“Bring the whip!” Mom ordered him, still looking at me.
“Mom, I… let’s…” my interest was interrupted and I wanted to get up and get dressed first.
“Don’t talk, don’t you want some excitement?” Mom said to me excitedly.
The slave crawled in with the whip in his mouth and knelt beside the bed. Mom copied the whip and whipped him, and he trembled as she punished him: “Thank you, Your Majesty… Thank you, Your Majesty…”
The whip snapped, snapped, snapped, and red marks appeared on his back. As the whipping went on, Mom’s face became more and more attractive as she enjoyed the game.
“Okay, you wait here.” The slave obediently got down on the floor and mom lowered the whip, got on top of me, looked at me and said, “Son, let’s start enjoying ourselves!”
“Mom… I can’t…” the slave was afraid to look up, but I couldn’t let go.
Mom angrily got off of me and took her anger out on the slave, the whip landing heavily on his body: “You bitchy slave, the queen is going to beat you to death!” Mom roared loudly. After a while, the slave’s body is already full of whip marks, mom is a little tired of beating: “Now go and get ready, the queen is going to use the meal.”
When she finished, she kicked him hard in the side with the heel of her shoe, and the slave endured the pain and fled to the kitchen.
We finished our meal and mom made her usual rounds of the torture chamber, a few slaves who had to work thanked her and left, two of them just spent the night locked up in the torture chamber, I can’t imagine he got much satisfaction. Senator Wallace was completely submissive after a night of detention, he lay down at mom’s feet and cleaned his heels one more time before taking his leave and leaving.
Today’s appointment was with a man named Tom, looking at his resume he is a college student, he is only nineteen years old, the same age as me, his application letter says he has been feminist for five years, what kind of boy could this be?
I was taken aback when he arrived, a very handsome young man, half a head taller than me, slightly curly hair and looking full of energy. Mom was excited too, cocking her high heels and nodding at him, she took extra care of good looking men.
The boy knelt down in front of his mother’s feet and propped himself up on the floor with both hands: “You are Mrs. Madonna, aren’t you?” Mom put her feet on his head and pressed down hard, and his mouth was on the floor: “You… mmm… mmm…”
Mom’s force was increasing, and he gradually had some difficulty vocalizing.
“Don’t call me ma’am, call me queen, got it?” His face was flattened on the ground: “Yes, queen, yes queen…”
Mom put her foot down and picked up his forehead with the tip of her shoe, “You look like you could use some training, come with me.” Mom’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she turned to me and said, “Mike, you’re coming with Mom, too.”
“Okay, Mom.” Not knowing what my mom was going to do with the teenager, I stood up happily.
“You get on your knees!” Perhaps not yet trained, Tom stood up and moved forward, and mom kicked him in the shaft, “Oh! YES…” He covered his lower back in pain and straightened up on his knees.
“Crawl after the Queen, and be quick about it!” Mom barked out the order.
Not daring to slow down, Tom crawled forward with his legs pinned together, beads of sweat oozing from his face in buckets, but with a look of satisfaction and, apparently, excitement.
When she came to the torture room, Mom sat down on a chair, ordered Tom to undress and kneel at her feet, turned around and put the dog holster around his neck, Mom held the whip in one hand, pulled the leash with the other, and held the handle of the whip against his face: “Tell me, what are you now?”
“I am your slave and you are my queen!” Tom said reverently with both hands behind his back.
“Very well!” Mom hit him on the head with the handle of the whip: “I want you to remember that you must obey all of the Queen’s commands, and you must be sincerely grateful for the Queen’s tutelage, and you must not yell…” As she did so, she gave him the Queen’s decree: “…if you have remembered all of this, then we’ll begin. “
Tom lay on his back with his head pressed against the floor: “Please… the Queen… begin… the training!”
“Can’t you wait, bitch slave?” Mom laughed softly, removing the clothes from her body, wearing only a black corset, both breasts standing out more and more under the squeeze of the leather. Mom yanked on the chain and dragged Tom over to the crossed bars, Tom spread his legs apart and his ankles were locked to the bars by mom, then pulled upwards to tighten his arms and fasten them with grommets. When that was done, Mom turned to me and said, “Take off your clothes, my boy.”
“Mom, are you trying to…” I stepped back unnaturally, “come over here, mom just wants to see your reaction.” The idea that mom was seeking excitement appealed to me as well, and I walked over to her, an unusual feeling rising inside me.
Mom took off my clothes and flicked my glans with her finger: “I want to see you change here, stand here and watch!”
“Okay mom.”
Mom picked up the two clamps and lifted Tom’s head with her hands: “Little slave, let’s try your stamina first.” After that, she put the clamps on his tiny nipples, “A.ohh… A.ohh…” Tom shouted. A. ohh…” Tom cried out, but Mom was not moved, instead she flicked the clamp with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, “Don’t scream!” Mom warned him sternly, and Tom blinked in understanding.
Mom let go of his hand, and Tom’s pain was mixed with pleasure: “Thank you, Queen, for your gift…” Mom smiled happily: “You’re a quick learner, and as long as you’re obedient, the Queen will reward you even more.” Tom nodded his head in agreement: “Please do as you wish, my Queen… Thank you…” As I said this, I realized that his cock was gradually stiffening up.
Mom swept her whip over his cock, encouragingly saying, “Well, what a strong cock, the Queen wants to train it specially, do you want to?” The cock grew stronger as the sheath of the whip swept around it, “Yes, please Queen, hurry…” Tom gasped in excitement.
Mom used her hand to move the rod back and forth, “That’s a strong thing, is it comfortable to be so tuned up?”
“Yes, my queen… please hurry…”
“Okay!” Mom turned around and picked up a gag ball and slipped it over Tom’s face, “Woman… King…”
“Open your mouth wide!” Mom ordered, “You’ll need this one in case you disturb the Queen’s pleasure.”
When he finished, the red gag balls had crowded Tom’s mouth.
“Mike, bring the candles!”
Not knowing what mom was going to do, I picked up two large red candles and brought them to mom. Mom lit the candles and held them up in front of Tom’s eyes, Tom’s eyes were fearful mixed with anticipation, and nodded at Mom, “Looks like you like it?” Tom nodded again, “Very much!” Mom smiled and took his cock in her hand, rubbing it twice before the hot wax oil dripped onto the rod and Tom’s body began to writhe.
“That’s comfortable, isn’t it?” Mom lifted her face to look at Tom, whose face was already covered in sweat, and shook her head, “Well then, since you like it, keep it hard, that’s an order, remember?” With that said, another drop went down.
Tom bobbed his head frantically and mom giggled happily, dripping down on the cock one at a time.
Mom had her back to me with her ass in the air, she was wet between her two strands, her white ass cheeks parted wide at times, her brown ass buds opening and closing as Mom carefully adjusted the angle, Tom’s cock was covered in a thick layer of wax oil, and surprisingly it still remained rock hard.
Mom looked at me with each drop, while my rod hardened without realizing it, an indescribable desire burning. Mom seemed to ignore the pleas of my rod and continued to turn her tantalizing body, dripping the candle without panic.
“Mike, what do you think?” Mom turned her ass toward my position, her thighs parted to the sides, her pink pussy gently clenched, and I almost ejaculated: “Oh… Mom, I can’t tell.”
“Is it exciting?”
“…” I didn’t know how to answer.
Mom lit another candle and held Tom’s rod in her hand: “Remember, little slave, keep it level!” Then she glued the candle straight on.
Tom seemed to have gone numb and nodded politely, the red-hot glow of his rod lost in another world.
Mom pushed me in the chair: “It’s our turn now, isn’t it, my boy?”
“Oh… yes, mom!”
A note: A friend asked me: Why do you run two stories at the same time? Why do you post two stories at the same time, almost always alternating between them? Aren’t you afraid of inconveniencing your readers?
It’s actually a last resort, because I feel like I’d be unknowingly going down a cul-de-sac by carrying on with one story all the time, and it’s much better to switch between the two styles, as far as the readers are concerned.
Originally, this part is to be saved to the “mom is an AV star (eight)” behind, but the time is no matter how to rush out, just this one, is a day to knock a few hundred words to complete, there is no extra time.
From now until the beginning of May, the time to knock on the text is basically no more, one is at any time may travel; the second is to lay the foundation for the whole year, from morning to night have to concentrate, but as soon as I have the time, I will still be connected to the yuan yuan, there are friends, I can’t even fight away. ^_^
In the past two days, we have prepared the following things: one tube of Biluochun; ten strips of Hongtashan, haha! This is the most favorite, to go anywhere can not be missing. The third favorite depends on the fate of the trip, or maybe I’ll write a chapter on “Traveling in Spring” in the future…
I think by the time I post again, Mr. Lin’s “Sandalwood” will be in full swing, and Mr. Niyu’s “Yee” will still be in mourning… It seems that two months will have passed in no time at all.
Greetings to my friends!
2000.3.2 Simon Chunxue at home
IV. Misplaced sensations
Now I have time again, I will make up for the accounts I owed in the past, there are still long chapters to be written in this story, that is to say, this relationship between mother and son is not the final ending, things are always twisting and turning, please give me time, and I hope that in the end, you don’t curse it, of course, when it will be finished is also an unknown quantity.
This article contains heavy SM, CBT, object god worship, incest, readers please think twice, those who do not have a strong mental capacity should stop, and the practices in it should not be imitated, remember! (Since I’m only writing one story of this type, I’m going to include the most brutal stuff as well.) The general title of this story has also been drawn up, though changes are highly likely.
V. Spousal slavery
VI. VII. Field Qianma
VIII. Want to be a mom’s toilet (with reservations)
IX. The Queen of the Severe Calendar
X. Madness
XI. Group conditioning
XII. Enviable Mother and Child
XIII. Rebellion XIV. Mom’s Second Secret
XV. Happily ever after
Mom gloved my rod, looked straight at me and said, “Did you get a kick out of that?”
“Oh… oh… a little bit… come up here, mom… oh oh oh oh…” the rod was gripped tightly by mom and gradually swelled up in her hand.
Mom pressed her cock against the small of my back and looked at me with a confused look, “Will you play a game with mommy?”
Mom lifted her cock upward hard.
“WHAT… WHAT GAME…” I was already being teased by her and I just wanted her to come up quickly.
“Maybe you need a little something else.” Mom walked over to the corner of the torture room and came over carrying a bag of things that she commonly used to condition her slaves.
“Mom… I don’t want… I only want you…” I was getting a little scared, my mom had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, what did she want to do?
Mom put the bag on the side and sat on my lap with her legs apart: “Don’t be afraid, maybe you’ll like it.” She picked up a leather collar and put her hands around my neck: “Come on, my boy, put this on first.” I looked at it blankly, my neck tightened a little and my breath caught.
Mom skillfully fastened the leather buckle, picked up the iron ring on the leather ring with her forefinger, and said to me against her face, “After you put this on, you’ll be mom’s alone, and mom wants to have you forever, do you agree?” Mom rubbed her tits against my lower forehead, her reddish nipples constantly stimulating.
“Of course I agree, mom… I’d like to… please…” I brought both my hands up to my mom’s buttocks, caressing her smooth ass flesh, trying to urge her to sheath herself faster.
Mom moved my hand away and said softly, “Son, you can’t touch mom’s body without her permission, remember?”
I couldn’t touch her, so I put my arms around her again: “Mom, I can’t do this… I need you…”
Mom smiled helplessly, pulling the iron ring with her hand: “That’s fine, but next time it won’t be so casual.” After saying that, she held her hand on her cock again, her fingers teasing the glans: “Looks like you like it this way, look at how hard it is.”
“Mom… please stop touching, I want you… your body… oh…” I wrenched my mother’s buttocks.
Like she was admiring my anxiousness, mom was still rubbing slowly: “Now say what you want, and tell mom out loud.”
“Oh… Mom… I want you to put it on quickly.”
Mom’s hand squeezed even harder, “Son, there’s a little mistake in your words, maybe you need something a little stronger.” She said as she slid her hand back into the bag.
“Oh… no… please, mom, hurry up and put it on.”
Mom laughed: “You’re a fast learner, can you make mom hear you better?” Mom’s hands gradually accelerated.
Feeling that it would be time to cum in a few moments, I shouted, “Please, mom, hurry up and put it on… Mike needs you…”
Tom’s eyes widened at the sound of my screams, his rod twitching, the wax oil almost gumming up his dick.
“Good,” mom said as she let go of her cock and spread her legs wide apart, her eyes full of temptation: “Hold your cock in place.” I aimed it at her pussy, and Mom slowly rocked her hips and swallowed the cock into her pussy, which was already full of lust.
Mom put my hand on her ass and gulped up and down as I did: “How does it feel?
Mom’s good boy? ….”
“I’m very comfortable, mom, oh… my pussy sucks so tightly…”
Mom increased her speed and screamed along with me: “Ah… good boy… good boy…” Her waist was twisting back and forth, and I couldn’t hold my hand up any longer.
“Oh… mom… not too fast… I’m going to let go…”
Seeing me struggling, mom slowed down her movements, dragging both hands over my face: “Your stamina… is not good enough… mom can’t satisfy you like this. It seems you need help.” Mom opened the bag and took out a handcuff from inside.
“Oh… no! You’re going to fuck…” I retracted my hands from behind her.
“That’s silly boy, don’t be afraid,” Mom said as she put my hands behind her hips again, “that way you won’t drop Mom.” After that, the handcuffs were cuffed to my wrists, and now that mom was sitting fully in my arms, with her two cuffed arms pinned to her body, mom swung around and my arms were pulled straight and my wrists were slightly sore.
“Can you move slowly? My hands may not be able to take it…”
“The hand hurts, but it’s more of a pleasure, isn’t it? Mom’s good boy.” Mom began to parry again, hooking the index finger of her right hand around the nape of my neck: “Now, would you mind calling Mom a queen?”
“Oh… queen… you are my queen… mom…” I was now completely controlled by my mom, but with a thrill I had never experienced before.
Seeing my reaction, my mother became aroused and looked straight at me, shouting, “Do you… really not mind? … ah… mom’s son…” Mom screamed as her body was violently jerked around.
“As long as I’m… with mom… Oh… don’t move, it’s too violent…”
“Good son… ah… mom is so happy… ah… push up…” mom pulled on the buckles around my neck, moving like a horseback rider, both of my hands aching even more from mom’s hips, my neck rocking back and forth with her tugging.
“Is it comfortable… boy… tell me how you feel… ah… such a strong cock…”
“Oh yes… it’s really exciting… my pussy clenches… oh… thank you mom…” I tilted my head and looked at my mom’s face: “Oh… my queen…”
“Very well! … my little man… push up further…”
As I desperately tried to meet her pussy, mom wrapped me in her arms and pounded her big ass downward, “Ah… Mike… fuck me well… mom wants a lot…”
I licked my mom’s nipple slit and clutched her body with both hands, on the verge of collapse from the frequent jerks.
“Mom… I’m going to cum… oh…”
“Good boy, shoot inside… inside mom… ah… good boy…”
Mom unlocked the handcuffs and got off of me, gently wiping the sweat from my body with a towel: “Mommy loves you, Mike, do you understand?”
“Thanks mom, I’m really happy!”
At this point the candle on Tom was about to burn out, mom walked over to him, Tom scanned both eyes over mom’s body with sexual longing in his eyes, mom removed the candle from his rod, rubbed both hands against his chest, and commanded word for word, “You are not allowed to tell anyone what you just saw, got it?”
Tom nodded his head vigorously, not blinking as he looked at mom’s bare tits. Mom laughed and gave the clasp around Tom’s neck a tug with her hand: “Looks like you need a little something else.” Turning around, she picked up a thin leather whip and lashed it hard across his body.
XV. Happily ever after (end)
Please forgive me for knocking out the end of this story first, you all should be able to understand my intention, at least it’s not a very comfortable spin, and even if I don’t fill in the middle, it’s still kind of an ending, it’s just a pain in the ass for Brother Lin.
I’m going to tell you about my line choices: the third one is a complex sexual mishap between mother and child.
There is one more thing: this article is extremely alternative, to such sensitive people immediately quit, or suffer the consequences!
Again: Do not read if you do not feel comfortable, or you will not blame me! For the sake of all of us, please exit this page immediately if you are not receptive and have a dirty mouth! Thank you!
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After the last fiasco, mom and I have a new content in our relationship, in the place where there are slaves, mom is the majestic queen; while in our two-person world, our roles are complicated, sometimes mom is my slave, sometimes she is my queen.
After the last experience, we no longer have sex in front of our slaves so that similar incidents don’t happen again, and my gorgeous mother, sometimes, gives her slaves a little stimulation while she’s conditioning them, such as licking their bottoms, kissing their asses, or something else, which tends to also promote our sexual pleasure.
It was the weekend, and after dinner, Mom put all the slaves back, and the look in her eyes told me that tonight was going to be a wonderful weekend.
We started with a thorough shower, every part of our bodies cleaned so we wouldn’t have a problem touching anywhere, and instead of going to the beds, we went to the torture room, as per mom’s suggestion.
Mom sat me down on her Queen’s seat and knelt down in front of my feet, “How do you want me to fuck you, mom?” Instead of answering my words, mom stared hungrily at my not-yet-erect cock, her tongue tickling her red lips, her forefinger picking at her nipple ring, “Why don’t you say something, would you like some other stimulation?” Hearing my plausible threat, mom’s breath caught a little, a precursor to her arousal.
“Okay then, slut, you come to my lap.” Mom moved her legs, her big, beautiful eyes flickering up at me, my good mom, you’re so funny. I reached out and hooked my index finger around her nipple ring, and mom frowned: “Mike… can you pull a little bit softer? I’m a little sore there.” As she said this, mom took my hand in hers.
“But it’s also a little comfortable, isn’t it?” I let go a little and then lifted forward, and mom grabbed my hand: “Mai… I’m really hurting.” I let go of my nipple ring fingers and crossed my arms over my chest: “Mom, you’re breaking the rules. If you keep doing this, you won’t be able to play anymore.”
Seeing my serious look, mom grabbed my balls with her hands: “Don’t tease me, son, your slutty mother needs you to teach her.” She then put my hands on her nipple rings: “You can do anything you want.”
I tugged on her nipple, mom’s eyes told me what she was expecting, and I pressed her head between my thighs: “Now, go ahead and get her hard, and tease it with your kinky mouth.”
Mom lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around the head of the glans, licking it with her tongue, and her cock rose up under her attentive service. I grabbed her hair excitedly, “Slut, lick your balls too…”
She slid her tongue downward and pulled the rod upward with her right hand, her teeth gently tearing at the skin: “Mmm… mmm… is it comfortable, Master? Mmm…”
“You’re doing well, you seem to be good at this.” I tugged on my mom’s hair and braced both legs over her back, numbing pleasure coursing through my cock.
Mom used her right hand to lasso the rod, her tongue gradually moved downward, her left hand reached back and explored the posterior, stabbing me in one go, my legs gently wobbled up, pulling her up by her hair: “You slut, who told you to do that?”
Mom moved the rod with one hand, and the fingers from behind pulled it in and out, “Is that good? My… little master, do you want to push it in a little more?” As she spoke, mom’s finger pressed down on the glans, and the finger from behind pulled out.
“I want you to get on the chair now and I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Mom was kneeling in front of me, both hands holding the back of the chair, her big snow white buttocks upwards, “Pah-pah-pah” I couldn’t help but slap her plump ass flesh, mom understood what I meant, both hands parted her pussy lips, her red tender pussy was already dripping. “Up your ass again and push yourself in slowly.” I squeezed her shoulders with both hands, her waist sank down, her hips naturally pushed up, her pussy flesh gently twisting as it wrapped around the glans. Mom’s this kind of waves fascinated me, deliberately not let her set in, dissatisfied, said: “Hurry up, if you can’t get in, you’ll have to start the punishment.”
“Son… young master, I… this will do…” She moved faster, her waist and hips fluctuating dramatically, her pussy dripping with lustful juices. After a few efforts, the rod was wrapped tightly around her, and I turned my hand to pull on her nipple rings, stimulating them one by one.
My mother’s body struggled with my movements: “The big stick is so deep, I owe it all to my son, oh… harder, pull harder… ah…!”
I pulled on her nipples and kneaded her tits. Mom’s skin was smooth, and her ass slammed against her body. After a few hundred hard strokes, I pulled out of her, and mom cried out, “Ah… I want more… come back in.”
Of course it would go back in, I squared my cock and aimed it at her asshole, she was pushing her ass back up when she hit it squarely, and my big cock went straight into her anus.
“Ah… good, good, it’s so tight inside, oh… boy… young master… ah…!”
I thrust wildly into it, and as she shuddered, she turned her head and gasped, “Harder, fuck my asshole harder, you’re such a good boy for mom, ah… harder…”
I slapped her buttocks, her white ass slightly red: “Oh… your asshole should be harder too, the tighter it is, the more comfortable it will be for me, clench it tighter, oh… I love mom’s ass… oh…”
The torture chamber was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, I hugged my mom’s body tightly and met her jerky movements and fucked vigorously, and the moment I was about to ejaculate, I pulled out, and the hot phallus sprayed on my mom’s back and buttocks, it was so refreshing!
After a short break, mom put on her leather panties and fingered the grommets around my neck: “You’re mine now, get me a dildo, a long one…”
“Yes!” I ran to fetch what she asked for, and if I was slow, mom’s conditioning would be severe.
“Tie it around the small of my back.” With both hands on her hips, Mom returned to her queenly demeanor.
I was careful to do a good job, mom pushed me to the ground: “Now lubricate it first, be careful to lick it well!” After all this, mom told me to lie down, carefully cleaned my xxx with water, gradually inserted her finger into it, and after two strokes, she slapped my xxx hard twice, and positioned herself so that the rubber stick was pressed against my xxx: “Prepare yourself, my son, it’s time to have fun…”
(Stop here. I don’t like the above part personally, so I’ll replace it with xxx.) …it was a wonderful evening, and both my mom and I had the highest enjoyment of sex.
If anyone comes to America and meets a young man with a leather collar around his neck and chains around his wrists, it’s probably me, and that’s the mark of my mom owning me.
Likewise, if one sees a sexy woman in her 40’s, assuming one is lucky enough to see her nipple rings or gold rings on her feet, it could be my mom my queen, my slave, my lover.
[End]
Addendum: Because the story is set in the United States, so there is a possibility that the foreigners, doing anything is not strange.
Thank you to Brother Niyu for giving advice on this story. Thank you to Brother Lin Tong and Brother Little Leopard Cat for typesetting this article and giving me selfless encouragement and support. Thank you, Talking and Laughing, Sister Cindy, Brother WLE, Brother luln……. for your support, and thank you, PG, KEEP GO, OCEAN, Genius, and DANIELWAN for your encouragement when I wanted to end this story halfway through, without the support of the above brothers and friends, there would not have been any more content beyond the second chapter of this story. Thank you! (Hands clasped and bowed on all sides) Simon Chunxue on May 19, 2000
I’d like to know an answer to something so otherworldly, too.