1. Mother my slave


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

    flinched and shuttered in agony with each step she took as the muscles in her well whip ass flexed as she headed for her bedroom. “STRIP!” I growled once we were in her room. Trembling like a leaf mom started to disrobe. Having only one free hand mom struggled first out of the housecoat. She opened it up, slid the left side off her shoulder, then shook her left arm out of the left housecoat's sleeve. Again using her left hand mom pushed the housecoat off her right shoulder letting the garment hang from crook of her bound right arm. Once done with taking off the housecoat as far as she could with her right arm secured behind her back mom started on her nightgown. As she did down stairs mom finger walked the nightgown up her torso. Whimpering and flinching as she worked the garment over her scalded rear-end. Mom hesitated a bit when she had worked her nightgown up to the level just below her breasts. It only took a single swipe pass her face with the hanger to convince mom to continue undressing herself before me. Within moments mom's braless breasts were on display. I began to salivate as I ogled my mom's boobies bobbed up and down as she sobbed deeply. The first real boobs I ever saw. (Well that not exactly true. I've seen these boobies many times before a long, long time ago. Back then I had an entirely different perspective of them as I suckled on them to get life sustaining fluid out of them as a nursing infant nearly eighteen-years-ago.) They were full 36” C-cup ...
    breasts that road high on her chest. They were creamy white and speckled with freckles like her face (a trait of nearly all natural redheads). They showed their age. The once firm orbs were now sagging somewhat and had stretch marks from nursing two k**s. But they were still a great set of titty flesh. And they were mine to do with as I pleased. With eager fingers I manhandled not to gently the two orbs. My mind was filled with images from several bondage videos of what I could do to my mom's malleable titty flesh. I decided to start out with some simple titty torture and increase my fun with them over time. I started by rolled my mom's titties around her chest, Then cupped them in the palm of my hands to get an idea of how much they weigh. They were at less five pounds each. I was going to enjoy torturing them in every way that I had seen in the vids. I then started on my first booby torture. I slid my cupped hands from the bottoms of mom's boobies until they were cup over her pointy nipples. Then slowly but methodically I begin squeezing them lovely speckled boobies. I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, squishing my mom's boobies with a claw like grip until the soft malleable flesh oozed between my fingers. “Please Roger don't. It hurts.” Mom whimpered as she tried to use her free hand to remove my hands from her crushed breasts. My response to her pleading was to viciously twist the two squished titties in opposite directions. “Arrrgggeee!” Mom cried out in pain and her knees ...
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