Mother my slave - Sex Stories

Mother my slave

... mother's bl**d and shit. He would have to clean it. But he didn't want to stop playing with his mother in order to go to the bathroom to clean it. As Roger stood there wondering whether or not to head for the bathroom a chicken shit grin spread across his face as he came up with a simple solution to his cock cleaning problem. Moving around from his mother's jism dripping rear to her rug plastered face Roger felt his cock stirring. Grabbing a handful of his mother's red hair he jerked her from her servitude position to an upright position on her knees. Roger giggled as he watched the chewing motion of his mother's jaw. “Spit out your chew toy mommy.” Mrs. Joan Peterson thirty-eight-year-old mother of two knelt in the hall just outside her bedroom. She was in excruciating pain. She had never been in so much pain in her entire life. From the twitching and cramping of her hammer locked arms that were secured behind her back. She longed to straiten them out. But they were restrained in such a way that if she moved her arms she would choke herself. So even though it caused her great agony Joan f***ed herself to push her hands higher up her back just to ease the choking. To her blazing heinie. She was sure that her posterior had been stripped raw from the beatings that had been delivered to it by a wire clothes hanger. She had quickly learned that her son loved to beat her with the hanger no mater if she resisted or cooperated with whatever he wanted her to do. Just the ...

... uncontrollable twitching of her gluteus maximus caused Joan immense pain. Her recital track was twitching painfully from the ****. A **** that was done by her very own son. She could feel the large load of sperm that her son has shot deep into her bowels slowly leaking out. It was the first time that anyone had sex with her that way. Not even with her husband. Once a boyfriend in her freshman days at collage had wanted to tried anal sex with her. She was shocked beyond belief with the very notion of such disgusting act that she had halted the idea before it even got started. But now she passively knelt with the result of her first recital intercourse leaking out of her in stretchy, stringy globs to splat down to the carpet just outside of her bedroom. As bad as all of the other pains were the worse was what her son had did to the nipples and the ends of her 36” C-cup breasts. The once pink flesh was now etched with a myriad of nasty looking welts ranging from bright red to a dark purplish-black. The flesh was swollen five times their normal size. Just the slight movement of air across her battered nipples and the tips of her breasts caused mind blowing pain to explode within the abused flesh. Now after all of the hellish pain she went through to retrieve her soiled panties that she was now chewing on her evil son now wanted her to spit them out. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Mrs. Joan Peterson groaned in misery as she quickly used her tongue to help her spit her sodden soiled ...