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Mother my slave

Date: 6/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: scale3, Rating: , Source: xHamster

start on them nippers again!” Mrs. Joan Peterson screamed loudly as the hanger etched is way into her soft mammary gland. As painful as it was it was nowhere as painful as having her nipples savagely beaten again by her sadistic son. As quick as she could Joan rolled off her back. She knelt upon her widely spread knees. Dreading to do so she leaned forward and prepared herself for the pain that she knew was coming. She was intending to ease herself slowly and gently down onto her severely whipped nipples. To acclimate herself to the pain that would be generated as she put more and more pressure on her damaged teats. But that was not to be. No sooner then her swollen nipples made contact with the rug her sadistic son slash her rear end with that dreadful hanger. Joan involuntary lurched forward driving her tender abused nipples hard into the rug. Joan screamed out in pain from both the new welt that was laid on her left ass cheek and her very tender nipples being f***ed into the rug. She wanted to rise up to stop the mind numbing pain that was exploding in her tortured nipples. But she was too afraid of what her son would do to her. So Joan remained in her servitude position that her son had so quickly taught her to do. On her widely spread knees. Her cum covered face pushed into the rug. Her well whipped ass sticking up high. Pooching her vagina out obscenely (though her son had not ****d her as of yet she know it was coming.) Her hands f***ed high up her back pinned between ... her shoulder blades. If she tried to lower them Joan would find herself tightening the two belts around her neck. Thus choking herself into further submission. And the worst of all the mashing of her 36 C-cup breast into the rug. Which resulted in her tortured swollen nipples to be agonizingly shoved into the soft spongy tissue of her mammary glands. As Mrs. Joan Peterson submissively knelt in the middle of her bedroom she was in the worst pain that she had ever been in the thirty-eight-years of her life. As bad as the agonizing pain she was now suffering Joan was sure that she would be suffering through much more horrible torturous pains inflected upon her by her very own son. She had no doubts about that. The sadistic grin on her son's face made her very, very sure of that. After Roger made his mother drive her new and improved boobies and newly developed minitits into the floor by a especially hard slash with the hanger across her well whipped welted ass Roger coned the fingers of his left hand the jammed them into his mom's very dry twat. After a painful yelp from mommy as her twat was stretched wide Roger shoved his hand into his mother until the base of his thumb impacted with her pussy. The s*******n year old the cooed, “Mommy we are going to play a little game.” Roger twisted his twat imbedded hand from side to side. “We are going to do some booby drag -racing.” Roger pulled up hard on his mom's twat. “And to make sure that we truly do some booby drag racing this lard ...