Hypnotizing mothers into sex slaves

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This morning, I woke up to find my mom washing the sheets. She looked the same as usual, and when she saw me, she just told me to hurry up and wash up and go to school. It made me feel like yesterday's crazy day was just a dream. I don't know if my mom was genuinely okay or just pretending. Anyway, I wouldn't be stupid enough to bring it up on purpose.

The school is preparing for its anniversary celebration these days. Each class will put on a performance. Our class has decided to put on a play. Students with roles will rehearse together during breaks and lunch. Students without roles have become temporary helpers, responsible for making props and other chores.

I'm one of the helpers. My mom strongly suggested I get a role too. But I said I get nervous on stage and resolutely refused. My mom gave up on that idea. There was an extracurricular activity in the afternoon. A few boys and I made props for the performance while discussing going to play games together after school. Seeing those who stayed after school to rehearse, I was so glad I made the right decision.

School was over. My friends who had discussed this with me had already gone ahead to the internet cafe near the school to reserve computers. I came out of the bathroom, pulling up my pants with both hands, and headed back to the classroom to get my bag. As I passed another classroom, I suddenly saw through the window that the teacher was wearing a performance costume, holding a script, and rehearsing lines with a group of students. The costume was actually a cheongsam, with a high slit.

Standing by the window outside their classroom, my little brother immediately bulged up in my pants. Watching the female teacher rehearse lines with the students, I thought of my mother. Something suddenly occurred to me. I quickly calmed myself down, making my penis "calm down." Then I hurried back to the classroom, grabbed my bag, and headed to the staff office where my mother worked.

When I arrived at the office, I saw my mother, who was grading homework. Seeing me, she said, "Don't you need to help your class?" I said that everyone in my class had left. We divided the tasks and took them home to do. Mom said, "Then wait a little longer, I'll go home together after I finish approving these." I asked, "Mom, don't you need to help with the program?" Mom laughed, "The classes I teach are all handled

by other teachers. I'm the only one who's free." I thought to myself, it's probably because you're always so stern and strict with your students. They feel pressured around you, that's why they don't want to play with you. I slipped out of the office and called my friends. I told them I'd been caught by my mom and couldn't play games with them. My buddies expressed their sympathy. Then, one of them carelessly said, "Don't worry, we can still win without you."

After I finished the call, Mom came out too. We got home around 6 p.m. Dad was home that night. I thought tonight was hopeless; with Dad home, I couldn't hypnotize Mom as I pleased. But during dinner, Dad suddenly said that his department had sent him out on a research trip, leaving tomorrow and not returning until next Tuesday. After saying that, he turned around and told me to listen to Mom at home. I readily agreed, thinking tomorrow was Friday. Saturday, Sunday, Monday…that means I get to spend four days alone with Mom! Two of them are on the weekend. Isn't that a time when I can do whatever I want?

After dinner, I went back to my room and did my homework while making plans. Since Dad can't do much at home today, I might as well plan how to have a good time with Mom this weekend. Thinking back to the cheongsam-clad teacher and students rehearsing at school, I suddenly had an idea. I giggled to myself as I quickly sketched out my plan on a draft paper. And so the day passed.

The next day, Dad left early. Mom made my breakfast and then hurriedly left after getting dressed. I washed up, stuffed my food haphazardly, and went back to my room to get my secret stash of money. This money was given to me by relatives every year during Chinese New Year. Mom, following the principle of "focusing on the big picture," stipulated that any New Year's money over 300 yuan would be saved by my parents, and any less than 300 yuan would be my own spending money. I saw that all my New Year's money had ended up in their own pockets. Even so, I've managed to save nearly five thousand yuan in secret savings. I need some of it for the plan I made yesterday. So I grabbed a jacket, stuffed it in my bag, and ran out the door.

Nothing much happened at school that day. When school ended, I told my classmates I had an urgent matter and hurriedly left. I slipped into the restroom of a nearby internet cafe, changed into my jacket, and hid my bag on top of the toilet tank. I also put on a pair of large sunglasses. I took a bus to a street I don't usually frequent.

Why did I do this? Because there's a sex shop on this street. The storefront is inconspicuous, but the shop has a wide variety of products. I found it online last night. I'd already picked out a few items. Today, all I had to do was go in, get them, pay, and leave. I was still a little nervous when I paid. I tried to keep my voice down. The shop assistant was a woman, and she seemed unfazed by my attire. Without even glancing at me, she said, "It'll be 625 yuan in total."

After paying, I grabbed my shopping bag and ran away as if I were fleeing. I went back to the internet cafe, grabbed my backpack, put my things in it, and went home. It

was already 6:30 when I got home. I had made up a bunch of lies, but when I got home, I found no one there. I took out my phone and saw a text message from my mother saying she was working overtime and wouldn't be home until 7 pm. I felt relieved. I hid my things in my room and then took off my

coat and threw it into the washing machine. A little while later, my mother came back with two takeout boxes. She said, "I'm really exhausted today. A few teachers dumped their work on me because of the rehearsals. I saw it was getting late, so I just bought dinner outside and brought it back. Eat it while it's hot. Oh, by the way, Haotian..." My mother looked at me and touched the back of her neck, saying, "Didn't you give me a massage the day before yesterday? I felt so good. Give me another massage today."

I was stunned. My mother was bringing this up now? "Sure, sure." "Mom, why didn't you mention this yesterday?"

Mom blushed slightly and said, "Mom doesn't know why. I just felt a little shy about bringing up massages in front of your dad. Don't you want to give me a massage?"

"Yes, yes. I'm willing to give Mom massages all weekend."

After dinner, I immediately took a shower and then went back to my room to prepare. The things I bought today were: an eye mask, a leather restraint belt, two electric vibrators, an electric dildo, a leather collar, a sexy bodysuit, and a gag.

"Haotian, come out and give Mom a massage." Mom's voice rang out outside the door. "Okay," I replied. I prepared the incense and mirror for hypnosis and went to Mom's room.

Mom had just finished showering. I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair, wearing only a large bath towel wrapped around her full breasts and buttocks.

When Mom saw me, she suddenly asked an unexpected question, "Haotian, I remember you used some special method to massage me the day before yesterday. But I can't remember how you massaged me at all, I only remember it felt very comfortable... Hmm, what method did you use? Can you tell me?" Mom blushed and lowered her head after speaking. That comfortable feeling seemed to remind her of something lewd.

"Oh, I see. That's because you were blindfolded when you massaged me. Of course, I can't remember anything. Massaging the body with your eyes covered makes you more sensitive. So you feel especially comfortable." "Oh,

no wonder I can't remember. So... should I be blindfolded again today?"

"Yes, Mom, put this on first." As I said this, I took out the eye mask and handed it to Mom. "I originally bought this to help with sleep. Wearing it will calm your mind and help you fall asleep quickly."

Mom took the eye mask, looked at it briefly, and then put it on. I had Mom lie down on the sofa and then took out some incense. Since her eyes were covered, the mirror was useless. I put a drop directly on my hand and then rubbed it under my mother's nose. "This is a special fragrance; it will make you feel more comfortable."

"Mmm," my mother responded, her voice muffled, and then her body gradually slumped onto the sofa. I removed the eye mask. My mother's expression was calm, her eyes tightly closed. Only the soft sound of her breathing came from her nose.

"You are very relaxed now. You feel very heavy..."

"Now, your mind has entered a deep hypnotic state, and you will only hear my voice."

"Name?"

"Chen Shuyi"

"Age?"

"42"

"How many children do you have?"

"One."

I asked a few questions to test whether my mother had entered a deep hypnotic state, and after watching her fully enter a deep hypnotic state, I began to give her commands.

"Now I will give you a few commands, and you will memorize them thoroughly and execute them perfectly." "Yes..." "

1. Until the snap of my fingers, I will forget everything except the hints and commands my son gave me." Until the snap of my fingers. "2. When my son says: 'I can't use my hands,' I will ask him to tie me up." "

3. When my son asks me to act out a role, I will immediately memorize the script and lines and fully immerse myself in the role."

"4. When my son can't remember his lines or doesn't act according to the script, I will feel anxious. I will seriously and diligently help my son until he can perform perfectly." "

5. I will not have any questions about the role, the script, the lines, or the props, nor will I want to think about these things."

"6. When my son's penis enters my vagina, I will consider it a massage and refuse to associate it with sex."

"7. I will remember the feeling of my son's penis massaging my vagina. I felt very comfortable and wanted to experience that feeling again. Whenever I have the chance, I will want my son's penis to massage my vagina."

"Repeat my commands."

"Yes... when my son says he can't use his hands, I will ask him to tie me up..." The hypnotized mother mechanically repeated the commands I gave her. It was exactly the same as the last hypnosis session.

"Finally, you hope to have a perfect performance with your son before the weekend ends. But you won't tell anyone about the performance."

"Yes... I hope to have a perfect performance with my son before the weekend ends..."

When there are many hypnotic commands, the hypnotist usually repeats them several times to enhance the hypnotic effect. I didn't know exactly how many times to repeat them for the best effect. So I actually spent an hour repeating the hypnotic commands incessantly. It wasn't until I looked up at the clock that I realized it was already 9:30.

I snapped my fingers, breaking the hypnotic state in my mother.

"Hmm? Haotian. You... I... what are we doing?" My mother looked at herself, only wrapped in a towel, and me, holding an eye mask, and asked in confusion.

"Mom, I just remembered. I have a role in a play at school, but I haven't practiced at all. What am I going to do? We're performing for our homeroom teacher next week. Mom, can you come and practice with me? I definitely can't do it alone." I deliberately made my tone pitiful at the end.

"Oh dear... why didn't you say so sooner? I asked you to act before and you said you were nervous or something... alright, alright... how can I help you?" Mom asked in the same tone as if she were criticizing me for not doing my homework and lying.

"Oh, this is my script. There's a man and a woman in it. I'll play the man, and you can play the woman."

I handed Mom a piece of paper. The story I had planned and written down was written on the paper. Mom casually took it, looked at it for a while, and smiled, saying, "I thought it would be so difficult. It's just a piece of script. Mom can memorize everything in ten minutes." After all, Mom is a teacher, so I didn't doubt her words at all.

"Great, Mom... could you help me practice first? Once I've mastered the performance, I'll give you a really comfortable massage." I deliberately sat down next to my mother, casually placing one hand on her thigh.

Her thigh trembled slightly. Then, she pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Okay, fine. Give me ten minutes. Then I'll practice with you."

I went back to my room and immediately started organizing the sex toys. I planned to use the black open-crotch bodysuit as my mother's performance outfit. The restraints and collar were for binding her, because the restraints wouldn't leave marks on her body, nor would they constrict the blood vessels in her arms, causing numbness due to insufficient blood supply. This way, she could be bound for a whole day or even several days without needing to be untied. I also added a blindfold and a gag. The other two vibrators and the electric dildo would also become props for the performance.

I finished cleaning them up, put them in a bag, and took them to my mother's room. My mother was still sitting there, holding the paper and memorizing her lines.

About ten minutes later, she put down the paper. She said to me, "Okay, I've memorized everything. Let's start now. Hmm? What are you holding?"

I said, "These are all the props we'll need, and this is Mom's costume." I took out the sexy bodysuit and handed it to Mom. Then I obediently turned my back to her. Then I heard a rustling sound. Then Mom said, "Okay."

I turned around, and oh my god! Mom was only wearing that black open-crotch bodysuit. The crotch was open, and her vulva, covered with pubic hair, was directly exposed. The bodysuit had no shoulder straps, so it only went up to her chest. Although it was black, the material of the stockings was transparent. Although Mom's large breasts were covered by the stockings, they were clearly visible, especially her nipples.

I then took out a collar and said, "This also needs to be worn, around your neck." Mom took it and put it on without thinking. Then I took out the restraints and said, "Mom, your role doesn't allow you to use your hands. So I'm going to use these to hold your hands in place."

Mom nodded and turned around. I immediately put them on her. The restraints were cross-shaped. There were four straps to bind her wrists and arms. There was also a cross-shaped securing strap behind her back. The two horizontal securing straps connected to the straps binding her arms. The vertical straps firmly secured her wrists behind her back. The upper securing strap connected to a leather collar that Mom was wearing.

Because the straps and securing straps were wide and strong, once they were tightened and secured on Mom, her hands were completely immobile. It was not only more convenient than ropes, but it also wouldn't leave any marks on Mom's body. She could wear it all day.

Then I took out a blindfold and put it on Mom. After doing all this, I looked Mom up and down, like admiring my own masterpiece. I really wanted to take some pictures to remember it.

"Haotian, can we start?"

"Oh, okay! Let's begin."

...

"Why aren't you reading your lines yet?" My mother's tone sounded a little impatient.

"My lines... what were they again?" I made them up myself, but I'd forgotten them.

"Good heavens! You haven't even read the lines? Do you even want to act properly? Haotian, how can you be so lazy? Next week is the school anniversary celebration..."

"Okay, okay, Mom, I'll read them now, I'll read them now." I didn't expect my mother, tied up in such a lewd position, could still lecture me in her usual tone. I quickly picked up the paper and glanced at it.

The story I made up was actually very simple. The first scene was a man interrogating a tied-up woman. The woman was caught cheating and confessed everything under interrogation. The second scene was the woman's recollection, explaining the affair. The third scene was the woman confessing her guilt, and the man carrying out the execution. Except... hehe.

"Slut! Do you know your crime?" I started acting out the lines. That's right, these were the lines.

"Yes, I'm a slut! I've committed a crime. Please, Your Honor, have mercy." Mom's acting was even better than mine. Her tone was perfect.

"Slut! Now, answer whatever I ask you. Your name!"

"Chen Shuyi."

"Huh? Mom, why did you say your own name?" I feigned surprise. Actually, that's the name on the script.

"That's the name on the script, it just happens to be the same as Mom's. Focus on playing your role well. Don't get distracted by other things."

"Okay. Huh?... Mom, what does the word in parentheses mean? It's this line (The man presses the woman's head down on the table and ties her thighs to the table legs.)."

"That's the action you have to do in the performance. You're playing that man now. Just do what's written on it." "

But there's no table here." Indeed, this room only has a double bed, a dressing table, a small sofa, a bookcase, and two large wardrobes.

"How did I give birth to such a stupid son? He can't even use his brain... There's a table in the living room, can't you take Mom to the living room?" I've heard my mother say this about my stupidity countless times when I was little. I felt a little like crying and laughing at the same time. I originally wanted to tease my mother, but instead, I was teased by her.

"Okay, let's go to the living room." I helped Mom put on a pair of high heels. Holding the collar around her neck, I led her to the living room. Mom cooperated and followed me.

We arrived at the large dining table. I made Mom bend over, her back to the sky, and lie face down on the table. Because her hands were tied behind her back, she could only let her upper body weight press against the table. Her large breasts were deformed by the pressure.

I made Mom stick her buttocks out, spreading her two black-stockinged thighs apart and tying them to the two table legs respectively. Then, I pressed down on Mom's head with one hand and slapped her buttocks hard with the other. "Smack!" Then I recited the lines from the script.

"You slut Chen Shuyi, do you know what crime you've committed?"

"Your Honor, this slut has been having an affair with another man behind her husband's back."

"With whom?"

"Your Honor, this slut's lover is named Haotian."

"Huh?" I feigned surprise again. "Mom, why does your lover's name have the exact same as mine?" "

That's how it's written in the script, it's just a coincidence. Don't let these trivial matters distract you. Focus on playing your role well."

"Oh... well, slut! How exactly did you have an affair with your lover? Quickly, tell me the details." After saying that, I slapped my mother's round, big buttocks again.

"Yes, the slut's affair with her lover went like this..." After saying this line, my mother fell silent.

"Mom, there's a parenthesis under your line that says the scene has changed to the affair. What should we do now?"

"Hmm, just take Mom somewhere else."

"Okay, Mom. How about my room?"

"Anywhere is fine."

So I untied Mom and led her to my room. I pushed Mom onto the bed and took off her high heels. Then I climbed on top of her myself. "Let's continue acting, Mom, it's your turn to say your lines."

Mom continued acting, "Ah! Brother Haotian. Come on, come and fuck this little slut."

"Hehe, little slut... Hmm? Mom, there are a lot of parentheses here, it says (Haotian kisses Chen Shuyi's mouth) (Haotian touches Chen Shuyi's breasts) (Haotian and Chen Shuyi have sex wildly) and there's a note after that—using penis massage to replace sex in the performance. What does that mean?"

"Oh, so it means you have to act out an affair scene with Mom according to the actions above."

"Why am I the one doing all the moving?"

"Because Mom is also tied up in this scene."

"Hmm. So what does 'using penis massage to replace sex in the performance' mean?"

"You don't even know that? It means you have to use penis massage to replace real sex when you're acting out sex scenes with Mom. After all, we're mother and son, we can't have real sex, so we use penis massage to replace it." Mom explained to me in a serious tone.

"But penile massage is just inserting my penis into Mom's vagina, right? And when you have sex with Dad, isn't that the same thing? The positions are the same too." I decided to be reckless and test if Mom could break free from the hypnosis.

"How can they be the same? These are completely unrelated things. What Mom and Dad did was real intercourse. What you did was just penile massage. There's a huge difference. You know?" Mom didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with her logic.

"Oh, well… here I come." I took off my clothes, got into bed, hugged Mom from behind, and lifted her buttocks onto my penis. My entire penis pierced into Mom's vagina, eliciting a high-pitched scream of "Ah!—!" I grabbed Mom's breasts with both hands and played with them. Mom herself, sitting on my penis, kept twisting her waist. I'd heard this position is called "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus," except Mom's hands were tied behind her back.

"Hehe, did you miss your brother, you slutty little sister?"

Mom was silent for a moment, then said to me, "Haotian, we still need to kiss. You have to kiss first, then touch her breasts, and then have sex and say your lines. This part

is essential." It seems Mom really memorized everything on that piece of paper. And she's prepared to act it out strictly as written. Did she really have no doubts when she saw her name and mine on the paper?

I got up and laid Mom down, making her lie flat on her back on my bed. Then I climbed on top of her and gave her a French kiss. I groped her breasts a few times, then grabbed her lower body and thrust in. Then my penis kept throbbing, and I started reciting the lines, "Hehe, did you miss your brother, you slutty little sister?"

This time Mom cooperated, "Ah! Brother Haotian. I missed you so much. Come and fuck my cunt to death." That's right, that's the line, that's how it was written.

"Hehe, you slutty little sister, does it feel good to cheat on your husband with your brother?"

Under my rapid thrusting, Mom's vagina gradually became wet. Two stockinged thighs wrapped around my waist. "Ah...it feels so good...Brother Haotian's...cock...is much better than my husband's."

"Hehe, from now on, this slutty little cunt will only be fucked by brother, okay?"

"Okay...okay...from now on...this slutty little cunt...ah...is only Brother Haotian's...something...from now on...oh...I won't let my husband fuck me anymore...from now on...only Brother Haotian will fuck me...oh..."

"Hehe, well said, let Brother Haotian reward you." After saying that, I kissed my mother's lips. One hand grabbed my mother's breasts, and the other hand touched my mother's buttocks. My mother just moaned and groaned. Her legs were still tightly wrapped around my buttocks.

"Mom, there are no more lines, shouldn't we change the scene?" I said this deliberately. "No...ah...not yet...there's still...not finished." My mother endured my penis frantically thrusting in and out of her vagina and my mischievous hands. She tried her best to say a complete sentence.

"Look...in the parentheses...aren't there...words?" Mom thought I hadn't read the script carefully again. She reminded me.

"Mom, but the parentheses say (Haotian brought Chen Shuyi to orgasm) What I'm doing...isn't it penile massage? Can penile massage bring you to orgasm?"

"Ah...yes...good son...Mom's vagina...as long as it's stimulated enough...can orgasm...ah...sex can...your penile massage...can also...oh...so you use your penis...ah...massage Mom's vagina...until Mom orgasms...and then...it's over."

"Oh, so I'll just keep going until you climax, okay?"

"Yeah... um... ah," Mom seemed only focused on enjoying herself.

"But Mom, just doing this feels so boring. Talk to me, okay?"

"Ah... what?... Just focus... on... your role... that's all."

I wanted to tease Mom with some lewd things, but now it seemed impossible. I sped up my thrusts. My hands were also constantly stimulating Mom's sensitive areas, hoping to get her to climax faster. But besides moaning and groaning more intensely, Mom didn't react.

"Mom, why aren't you climaxing yet? It's been over ten minutes." I pretended to complain about Mom wasting time.

"Ah... what do you suggest?"

"I think we should find some other ways to stimulate you so you can climax sooner, okay? Mom, what kind of stimulation do you like?"

"This... Mom doesn't know." I never expected to hear such an answer. "Didn't you do anything else when you made love with Dad?" "Him... don't even mention it... he's so rigid... every time... he just goes to sleep afterward... only thinking about himself." So that's what my dad is like. "

Then I'll figure something out myself." I thrust in and out while touching and grabbing Mom's body. But the stimulation still didn't seem strong enough. I turned Mom's body to her side, so we were lying face to face. I lifted one of Mom's thighs and hooked it around my waist. Then I raised my hand and "smack!" slapped Mom's big buttocks.

"Ah!" Mom screamed. At the same time, I felt Mom's vagina contract sharply. It seems Mom likes being tortured. "Oh... so this can stimulate Mom too. Did you feel good when Mom slapped your buttocks just now?"

"Ugh... how could it feel good... just now... ah!..." Before Mom could finish speaking, I slapped her again.

"You said you didn't like it, but when I slapped you, your lower body clenched up and squeezed my penis. Tell the truth," I said, and then slapped Mom's big buttocks again. While hitting her, I also rhythmically thrust my penis in and out of her vagina with each stroke. This caused my mother to moan repeatedly.

"Ah...no...Mom...ah...to be honest...it actually feels a little bit good." Although my mother was wearing a blindfold, I could see that her cheeks were flushed. And she spoke very softly. If I hadn't been lying next to her, I wouldn't have heard her at all.

"Then I'll use this method. Mom, sit on me and twist your waist." I adjusted my position and lay flat on my back. I let my mother straddle me, and my big penis thrust into her vagina again. This time, because my mother sat down, it went in deeper. My glans directly hit the entrance of my mother's cervix.

"Ah!—" My mother screamed, her body tensing up. The inner walls of her vagina gripped my penis tightly. I suddenly used both hands to slap my mother's buttocks repeatedly.

"Mom, let's simulate a real affair now. You're the slut Chen Shuyi, and I'm your lover Haotian. We'll improvise. Say whatever you want. Remember, you have to completely immerse yourself in the role of a slut having an affair. This will help you understand the character and bring you to orgasm quickly."

"Oh... um... okay... ah... ah..."

"I'll start now. Hehe, slutty little sister, do you like being spanked by your brother Haotian?"

"Um... yes... I like it."

"Slap!" Another slap. "Louder! Speak clearly!"

"Ah... yes... slutty little sister Chen Shuyi... likes being spanked by brother Haotian. Brother Haotian's big cock... feels so good... so beautiful... I feel... like I'm flying." Mom twisted her waist wildly while moaning lewdly.

"Hehe. You little slut, you're so lewd and cheap. Does your little cunt always want to be fucked by a big cock?"

"Ah...yes...I'm lewd...and cheap...I love being...fucked to death by Haotian's big cock...ah...fuck me to death...ah...it's

hitting the spot...ah... I

'm going to come...ah...oh ahh

... I led her to the living room, but this time not to the large dining table. Instead, I took her to the long sofa on the other side of the living room, because this was the execution to come.

I had my mother sit on the sofa with her legs spread in an M-shape. Then I found some rope and tied her legs to the back of the sofa. Then I took out the two vibrating eggs and the electric dildo from the bag. Finally, it was time for these things to be used.

I used tape to stick the two vibrating eggs to my mother's nipples. I inserted the electric dildo into my mother's vagina.

"You slut Chen Shuyi! You've been having an affair with Haotian behind your husband's back. Now the evidence is conclusive, and I sentence you to the tiger bench. Execute it immediately!" I said, turning on the vibrating eggs. I also tightened the ropes tied to my mother's legs, making them stick up high. My mother's thighs, which were originally in an M-shape, became a V-shape with the pull. This concentrated all of my mother's weight on her buttocks. Her buttocks sank down, and the electric dildo inserted into her vagina went directly into her uterus. My mother cried out in pain. Then I turned on the electric dildo.

"Ah...oh oh oh oh...ah ah...sir, have mercy...sir, have mercy...ah ah...ow ow ow...woo woo...you slut...I'll never do it again...ah ah ah ah..."

In this third scene, Mom's lines are just these three sentences: "sir, have mercy, sir, you slut will never do it again." Then I'll gag Mom. Watching Mom being tortured to orgasm by these instruments. The whole scene is over.

I picked up the gag. I put it on Mom. The gag is a metal ring that can forcefully pry open Mom's mouth. There are two straps on the ring. It can be tied to the back of her head for fixation.

Mom's mouth is open and she can't speak. She can only make woo woo woo sounds, and saliva is flowing down her mouth onto her breasts. I then took out Mom's unwashed stockings and underwear from the washing machine.

I had a mischievous thought, so I pinched Mom's chin and forcibly kissed her pried-open mouth. After kissing her, I even spat into my mother's mouth a few times. Then I crumpled up my underwear and stuffed it inside. Finally, I tied it up with a stocking and secured it to her mouth.

After doing all this, looking at my mother now, I suddenly felt so satisfied.

My mother was now only wearing black open-crotch stockings. Her hands were bound behind her back with leather restraints. Her black-stockinged thighs were spread apart and suspended. There were vibrating toys inside her nipples and vagina. She was wearing a blindfold and a gag on her head, and I had spat into her mouth and stuffed a pair of underwear and stockings into it. My mother could only make helpless whimpering sounds and clench her vagina, enduring the pleasure and pain brought by the toys.

I watched for a while, then went back to my room to clean the soiled sheets. I quickly cleaned the soiled areas in my room and my mother's room. Then I threw the soiled sheets and towels into the washing machine. I changed the sheets in my room with clean ones. About 20 minutes had passed. I went to check on my mother again.

It seems the power of electric toys shouldn't be underestimated. Mom actually had an orgasm. The sofa was soaked with her vaginal fluid from the orgasm, almost like she had urinated.

I untied my mother from the sofa and removed all her restraints. I picked her up, exhausted from two orgasms, and placed her on her bed in her room. Then I went back to my room to rest.

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