1. Mum my slave


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

    insane way to move about. Totally insane. One-hundred percent bonkers. But she did it. Not that Mrs. Joan Peterson was crazy. Though she felt that her sanity was rapidly slipping away. She was sure that she would be over the deep end very shortly. No it wasn't Mrs. Joan Peterson that was nuttier than a fruitcake. Nope it wasn't her. It was the other person in her daughter's bedroom with her. Her s*******n-year-old son. Her half nude son. Her naked below the waist lunatic son. Before ten o-clock this morning Joan had thought that she had a perfectly normal teenage son. He had become lazy and had dropped out of school. He would hold up in his room for days on end. But she chocked that up to the passing of his father a few months ago. She was sure that he would snap out of it soon. Over all Joan thought she had a pretty good k**. That was until she found that horrid bondage tape in the VCR. That's when her entire would turned up side-down. And to her grave regret found out how very sick her son truly was. Oh how she had wished that she had never found that bondage tape. She would rather have foolishly lived in ignorance of her son's sadistic nature as he fantasized over bondage videos. Instead knowing about and becoming an unwilling participant in her son's sadistic pleasures. Now it was too late. She had suffered unmanageable tortures at the sadistic hands of her son. She was positive that her posterior was scared for life and her poor nipples were ruined. Though her vagina ...
    had taken terrible abuse her son as of yet had not had intercourse with her. He had push his penis into her. In both her mouth and rectum. He had brutally ****d her in those two places. But had yet ****d her in the vagina. That was not to say that her son had not taken liberties with her vagina. Instead of his phallus it was the four fingers and palm of his right hand that he had shoved deep inside her. He did not use his hand as a substitute phallus. Nope nothing so mundane. The hand her son had jammed into her vagina served only as a convenient way he could hold her knees off the floor. This caused most of her weight to press down on her boated, pain riddled, savagely whipped nipples. With her legs folded back, secured thighs to calves with belts and her hammerlock position arms held in place with belts that threatened to choke her if she dared to move them and her son holding her knees off the floor via her vagina Mrs. Joan Peterson felt as if she had been converted into some bizarre type of wheelbarrow. All of her restrained muscles were cramping so much that the twitching and bulging flesh was burning intensely. And to top it all off she was sure that she would never get the taste of her daughter's pet cat urine and feces out of her mouth. Yes Mrs. Joan Peterson truly wished she had never found that dreadful bondage videotape titled ‘Missy's Breasts Bondage'. From her servitude position Joan watched her son dump the contents of the pillowcase that he had gathered from the ...
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