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Mother my slave

... clothes hamper Roger burst out laughing as he realized that she thought that another pair of panties from the dirty close hamper was the reflavoring that he was referring to. Boy was she in for a hell of a surprise. But for shit and grins he went along with her. He yanked his hand out of his mother's twat allowing her to crash to the tiled bathroom floor upon her knees. He then grabbed a hand full of hair and twisted it around his hand. Then he jerked her upright. After flipping open the top of the hamper he shoved his mother's head deep into it. Not having done the laundry in over a week the dirty clothes hamper was nearly full. So with her head immersed halfway into the hamper Joan had a wide assortment of dirty panties to select from. Catching a whiff of a particular raunchy pair of panties Joan decided on them for her reflavoring. But what about the panties that she was now chewing on? Should she discard them in favor of the new one? Or should she just add the new panties to the one already in her mouth? Joan did not want to risk angering her son so she decided to add the new soiled panties with the old. It was a bit tricky to get the new soiled panties into her mouth especially without the usage of her hands. But she managed to get half of them in her mouth when suddenly her head was jerked out of the hamper. With a half a pair of the raunchy panties from the dirty clothes hamper hanging out of her mouth Joan looked up at her son's grinning face. “Its ok if you want two ...

... chew toys mommy. But the first chew toy still need reflavoring.” Snickered Roger as he slammed his mom's face into the tiled floor of the bathroom. bl**d gushed from Joan's nose as her son rammed his hand back into her vagina and his thumb into her slick rectum. “So its off to Tiger-Kitty's litter box for some reflavoring.” Chuckled Roger as he yanked his mother's knees off the floor by her twat. Joan's stomach churned with revulsion at the news of her reflavoring. She had been on her daughter's case for several days now to clean her cat's litter box out. So Joan knew that the litter box was ripe. Soon she would be reflavoring her ‘chew toy' that she was still chewing with the contents of that cat litter box. And what of the ‘chew toy' half in her mouth and half hanging out of her mouth? Joan shuddered at the thought. Spurred on by her son lashing her rear with the hanger Joan thrust and shimmed upon her raw, swollen, rug burned, agonizingly pain filled nipples. Moving forwarded along in tiny little spurts. Out of her bathroom, through her bedroom, along the upstairs hallway to the head of the main stairs. The thirty-eight-year-old mother experienced a whole new world of hurt as she tit walked herself down the main stairs. She wanted to stop several times but her son wouldn't allow it. Using both the hanger across her ass and his hand in her cunt the s*******n-year-old-son made sure his mom stayed in motion. Even when she reached the bottom of the stairs Joan was f***e to tit ...