Model Mom

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The studio was sparsely furnished, containing only two chairs. Near the window, a few drawing boards, sketch papers, paints, and brushes were scattered haphazardly. Opposite was a low, cushioned table, prepared specifically for the model.
I gently lay down on the table, waiting for my son's arrival.
After a while, I heard the door open, and my heart pounded as my son entered.
He stared intently at me on the table, his mouth agape in astonishment, his face flushed, unable to utter a word.
It turned out that after entering the studio, I had carefully dressed up according to the assignment requirements: completely naked except for a pair of white, lace stockings that barely covered my long, shapely legs, and a sheer white scarf draped over my shoulders. Through the scarf, I could clearly see my high, firm breasts and the two rosy nipples, and below my pale abdomen, strands of black stockings.
Even worse, several black ropes were wrapped around my body, draped down from my slender neck, wrapping around my arms behind my back, and the rest coiled around my thighs, which were clad in white lace stockings, several times over. The black ropes and white thighs created a stark contrast, a strong visual impact. I was like a lamb to the slaughter, limp and powerless on the table, awaiting my master's disposal.
Under such circumstances, being stared at by my son's unbridled gaze, I felt not unease, but rather a strange excitement. "What's wrong? Weren't you rushing to finish your manuscript? Hurry up!" I suppressed the inexplicable heat within me and said nonchalantly.
"Oh." My son seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly going to the window to grab his paintbrush, knocking over the easel in his haste.
Finally, the necessary tools for painting were ready, and my son began to concentrate on his homework. Facing his constant scrutiny, my heart raced, and my lower body began to feel hot and wet. My body, bound by the rope, felt an unprecedented, tingling sensation of restraint. After resisting this feeling for a while, I finally let out a low moan.
"What's wrong? Mom, are you uncomfortable?" My son, seeing my flushed cheeks, put down his paintbrush and came over to ask, "Is this position uncomfortable after a while?" "Ah, no, no." I was a little flustered. "
How about this, I'll help you change positions. This way you can rest for a bit, and your current position doesn't fully capture the essence of the artwork." My son reached out and supported my waist. A tingling sensation swept through me, and surprisingly, I didn't resist or refuse. I let my son pull my round buttocks back, putting me in a kneeling position with my buttocks high in the air. Since my hands were still bound behind my back, my head was pressed down to support my body.
Positioned in such a lewd manner, I lost my composure: "Liming, no, don't..." But my son ignored me, grabbing the gauze covering my round buttocks and gently pulling it off.
"Ah...ah...you...what are you doing?" Now, both my front and back orifices were completely exposed, and I couldn't help but cry out. But even I was surprised that I didn't resist, even though the rope binding my hands was something I had tied myself; in fact, it didn't bind my hands at all. I
heard my son's rapid breathing from behind, and his large hands began to gently caress my round, white buttocks. I symbolically twisted my waist to show that I was resisting, but the swaying of my large buttocks seemed to be arousing the young man's lust.
Finally, my son's lips touched mine, and my entire buttocks were embraced by strong arms. His wet tongue roamed over my petals and anus. "Ah...ah...no...don't..." I was already somewhat dazed, moaning and panting. As my son's tongue plunged into my wet petals, stirring and thrusting incessantly, I gasped for breath, intoxicated by this rape-like oral sex. My
son climbed onto the platform; I didn't know when he had taken off his clothes. He hugged me tightly from behind, his hot breath rushing to my ear: "Mom, Mom...do you know? I've been waiting for this day for so long!" I tried to break free, but it was no use. It was as if a wild beast had subdued me, and this powerful restraint only fueled my deepest desire to be ravaged and violated. So I began to struggle fiercely, which, as expected, resulted in even more savage violence. My son pinned me down, ripped off the ropes that were now in the way, and grabbed my swollen breasts from behind, beginning to knead them vigorously.
"Ah...ah...ah...you little rascal...ah...Mommy...you...ah...almost...ah..." My nipples were being rubbed until they were big and hard. I knelt on the table, supporting my body with my hands, and began to make intermittent moans.
A hot penis was rubbing against my cleft, and the lustful fluid flowing from my lower body made the entire table wet. Like a bitch in heat, I shook my snow-white buttocks, begging my son's penis to go in quickly.
"Ah! Mommy!" The hard penis pressed against the honey-drenched petals and slowly went in.
"Ah...ah...you...little...rascal...oh...ah...good...big...Mommy...good...comfortable...ah...!" I had completely abandoned all my dignity and restraint as a mother, and completely become my son's sex partner. My moans and cries filled the sacred art studio.
The penis thrust rapidly in and out of my petals, making lewd "plop plop" sounds. I gritted my teeth, desperately shaking my plump buttocks backward, seeking the pleasure of incest.
"Mom, do you... know?" Just as I was about to reach my climax, the penis suddenly slowed its thrusting and slowly withdrew from my petals. My son laughed devilishly in my ear, "I'm going to tell you a secret!" "What is it? Hurry... Mom wants..." I ignored what he was saying, only desperately thrusting my buttocks, trying to find where the penis was going. But my son grabbed my plump buttocks and aimed his penis, which was covered in semen, at my anus. "Ah... this..." The thought of my anus being violated by my son made me tremble with excitement, but my son only rubbed the head of his penis against my anus, not in a hurry to insert it.
"Ah...faster...faster..."
"Fastest what? I want Mommy to say it!"
"Ugh...faster...fuck...Mommy...Mommy's ass...asshole..." Forced to utter such lewd and obscene words, I was already blushing with shame, but at the same time, I felt an unprecedented stimulation and excitement.
At the same time, the thick penis finally pushed open the tender flesh of my anus and slowly entered my rectum.
"Ah...ah...so...so good...God...ah..." I buried my burning face in my arms, my snow-white buttocks were raised high to the sky, my anus contracting and relaxing, and my son lifted one of my thighs, clad in white stockings, and wrapped it around his waist, it was simply the epitome of lewdness.
"Mommy, I want to...tell you the secret...the secret hasn't been told yet!" My son said breathlessly while vigorously thrusting into his mother's anus, "This...semester...the...school didn't give us...homework...ah..." With a burst of his ejaculation, I fainted in the throes of orgasm.
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