1. Mum my slave


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: scale3, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    thirty-eight-year-old mother worked the raunchy pair of panties that she had dug out of the dirty clothes hamper into her mouth. It took a little tongue action but once she had the panties complete in her oral cavity she closed it and started chewing. Joan almost upchuck as her stomach rebelled as the taste of cat shit and cat piss flooded her taste buds. Almost! But the fear of having the wire clothes hanger shoved up her rear passage then spun around convinced the thirty-eight-year-old mother to keep her stomach contain down as she chew her flavor enhanced chew toy. The new additives certainly did put extra zing in the chew toy. Once his mother was chewing on raunchy pair of panties that was filled with cat shit and piss Roger popped his hand out of her tight twat and had her kneel up right. “Tasty is it mommy?” The look of revulsion on his mom's face was pure gold. It said everything without her saying a single word. Roger had finally found something that his bratty s****r's worthless cat was good for. As he watched his mom chewing Roger's cock twitched and started to stiffen. He could feel his balls filling up with a fresh load of sperm. The thirty-eight-year-old mother watched her son root around the utility room gathering a myriad of diverse items as she chewed and chewed and chewed on cat feces and urine. She had to fight with all of soul to keep from retching. Her tummy could be seen churning violently. After gathering the items and placing them in a pillowcase ...
    Roger bellowed, “POSITION!” The thirty-eight-year-old mother pitched herself forward. Even though she prepared herself as best as she could Joan screamed in agonizing pain pass her panties she was chewing as her bloated well whipped nipples slammed into the floor. “OK mommy pick up the other chew toy So we will have it for later.” Being careful not to let the panties she was chewing on or any of its contents fall out of her mouth Mrs. Joan Peterson picked up the original saliva soaked ‘chew toy' with its yummy chewy center with her lips. Joan grunted in pain as her son rammed his right hand back into her aching vagina and thumb into her slimy rectum. “Ok mommy lets do the third booby drag race. Back up stairs to Barbara 's room.” Roger informed his mom as his twat and shitter buried hand jerked her up off her knees. Mrs. Joan Peterson started her agonizing booby drag race journey this one to her daughter's bedroom upon her pain filled battered nipples with her son motivating her on with the accursed wire clothes hanger... The completion of the third ‘booby drag race' had been a long arduous task. Painful? Yes. Very. Very, very painful. But now it was over. Mrs. Joan Peterson had never realized just how far it was from the small utility room just off the kitchen to her daughter's bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway. But she knew now. God how she knew. Never in her wildest dreams would she had thought of the mode of travel she had taken to travel that distance. It was an ...
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