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Mother my slave

... ass needs to go higher. Roger pulled up harder on his mom's twat lifting her slightly off her knees. This put most of her weight onto her tortured bloated nipples and minitits. “Now mommy we are going to start the booby drag race.” To help to stabilize his mother Roger shoved his thumb into her shitter. Now Roger could control his mommy's lifted ass like a bowling ball. WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! Joan lurched forwarded as the hanger etched its way across her welted purple rump. As painful as it was to have four more welt rising slashes across her rump it was nothing compare to the mind numbing pain that roared through her swollen tortured nipples and minitits as she thrust herself forwarded upon them. The booby drag race was on. With her knees lifted off the floor Joan had no choice other than to keep her breasts plastered to the floor as her son continued to whip her rear end with the hanger. With a lot of lurching and squirming back and forth Joan not so much drag but propelled herself across her bedroom floor. The soft plush rug that normally felt so good under her feet was anything but. The synthetic fibers were like sandpaper. Abrading her already swollen nipples and minitits. “Mommy the booby drag race will end when we have our chew toy back where it belongs.” Joan knew that it was her soiled panties that was the ‘chew toy' her son referring to. She had no idea where they had landed after she jettison them from her mouth during the ...

... savage beating of her nipples. Joan cranked her head back and desperately looked around her bedroom for them as she scooted across the floor upon her tortured nipples and minitits. She didn't see them. While her son continued to hold her knees up off the floor by her aching vagina and slashing her rump with the hanger to spur her on Joan change her direction of travel several times. After a good ten minuets of frantic searching the thirty-eight-year-old mother spotted her soggy panties just outside the bedroom in the hallway. Joan made a beeline towards them. Once her mouth was over her panties Joan sucked and nibbled the saliva drenched panties soiled with her bodily waste completely into her mouth. Her son stopped beating her blistering buttocks and lowered her knees to the floor when she was once again chewing on her soiled panties. “That was a very good first run of the booby drag race mommy.” Roger praised his panty chewing sobbing mother. Joan groaned in misery as her son jerked his hand around within her vagina. Normally such brutal abuse of her vagina would have been extremely painful. Though it was the mind shattering pain in her severely whipped nipples that were now rubbed raw washed out the pain in her abused vagina. The mind-blowing pain in her severely abused nipples also negated the pain generated by the devirginizing of her rectum by her son's thumb. Mrs. Joan Peterson thought that she was being turned inside out as her son yanked his hand out of her overstretched ...