Let me take the place of my slave mother

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I remember when I was little, my parents were arguing. My mother knelt on the floor, pulling at my father's pants.

Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded, "Husband! You have to save me this time! I promise you I'll never gamble again!" My father yelled, "You always say that, but you never change! I will never pay your debts again!

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My mother cried, "Husband! Please help me one more time, or the loan sharks will force me to become a prostitute to pay off their debts!" My father remained unmoved.

My mother continued to plead. Finally, she said, "Husband! I promise you I'll never step out of the house again." My father still shook his head.

My mother said, "Husband! You can shackle my feet, and I promise I'll never gamble again." From then on, my mother never left the house again, and my father bought all the household necessities and food.

Today is the first day of summer vacation. When I woke up this morning, I went into the kitchen, and my mother was washing vegetables.

I hugged my mother from behind and said, "Mom! Good morning."

My mother said, "My dear! Go wash up! I'll cook breakfast for you now." I went to wash up, and then I sat at the table. My mother came out of the kitchen with a breakfast tray. My mother, shackled, slowly approached me and served me a sumptuous breakfast.

My naked mother wore only an apron, a collar around her neck, and handcuffs binding her hands. She had been like this ever since she promised my father she wouldn't step out of the house again. I was used to it.

After breakfast, I went out to participate in summer activities. I didn't return home until dinner time; my father had already finished work.

As always, my mother cooked the food and served my father and me. She stood beside my father, serving rice and soup, waiting until we were both full before she could eat.

Because my mother was my family's slave. After my father finished eating, he went to the living room to watch TV. I sat beside him, and my mother served me fragrant tea.

Later, Mom took a bowl and filled it with rice and leftovers, then knelt down next to Dad to eat. Dad watched TV while rubbing Mom's large breasts. When the mood struck, he wanted Mom to suckle, and Mom happily served his long, thick penis, sucking and licking it. Dad then reached out and teased Mom's vagina. He then pinned Mom, who hadn't finished eating, to the coffee table. Unable to move, she was forced to thrust into him, continuing to watch TV while pumping in and out of her vagina.

Sitting nearby, I was already used to it! I continued watching my favorite TV series.

Dad sat down again and slapped Mom's buttocks. Mom then moved her body, allowing Dad's long, thick penis to enter and exit her vagina. Dad was completely absorbed in the TV program, and Mom began to moan softly. But she dared not make a sound, afraid of disturbing Dad's TV. Although I was used to Dad and Mom having sex, my underwear would involuntarily become soaked every time.

During commercial breaks, Dad would get up and grab Mom's waist and hips, thrusting forcefully about ten times, then stop and continue watching the show. Once the show ended, Mom would climb onto Dad, who was sitting on the bench, offering him her large breasts to taste. Dad would grab her breasts with both hands, kneading them vigorously and sucking on her areolas. Mom would then insert Dad's large penis into her vagina again and move her body.

Mom would moan, "Ah! Oh!"

I usually stayed to watch them finish before returning to my room, and they didn't mind me staying.

Finally, Dad would ejaculate in a basin, which Mom would eat along with the food. Only then would I go back to my room to rest. Oh dear! It's like this every day!

Mom has a high sex drive; sometimes Dad would insert a dildo into her vagina for her to masturbate!

The next day, when I got up, I didn't see Mom in the kitchen. I found her bound and hanging in the room, a dildo inserted into her vagina, and a towel stuffed in her mouth.

I untied her and let her rest.

Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother like this, if it weren't summer vacation and I had to go to school, she would have to wait until I got home before someone could untie her.

After resting for a while, my mother put on her apron again and started doing housework. It seemed she was thoroughly enjoying her current life, without any complaints or anxieties.

I secretly took my mother's old handcuffs and shackles back to my room, took off my clothes, and put on the handcuffs and shackles, imitating my mother as a slave. Looking at myself in the mirror, my appearance and figure were very similar to my mother's, both of us having large breasts. I struck different poses and then stuffed a towel into my mouth! Oh! It felt so good! A tangible pleasure.

I've become addicted. Every day I secretly put on the handcuffs and shackles, walk around the room, and use the computer camera to film myself as a slave, gradually enjoying the view.

Recently, my mother has been frequently sick and needs rest.

So I take off my clothes, put on my mother's handcuffs and shackles, put on her apron, and do the housework for her, and also serve her medicine.

When Mom saw me, she didn't scold me, but just said, "Don't play anymore before Dad comes back!" Mom knew I was playing around dressed as a slave. Because I had tied myself up and been trapped before, and Mom had to rescue me, she knew I was just playing around. She just told me not to play anymore before Dad came back.

I cleaned the house and cooked for Dad when he came home from work. I took out the dishes and set the table, but I accidentally dropped the soup spoon. Just as I was about to bend down to pick it up, Dad pinned me down on the table from behind and then penetrated me from behind. I couldn't shout when Dad would come back, probably while I went into the kitchen to get the dishes. Because I was playing around, I had stuffed a white cloth into my mouth, and Dad was pulling on the chain of my handcuffs, so he couldn't remove the cloth. The pain in my vagina made tears stream down my face, and Dad kept thrusting.

Dad said, "Wife! If I had known you were cured, I wouldn't have needed to ask my boss for early leave to come back and take you to the doctor!" Dad continued thrusting.

Dad said again, "Wife! Why is your vagina so tight, and why is there blood? You're on your period." Mom called from the room, "Daughter! Is Dad back?" Dad then realized what was happening. He pulled out his penis, helped me up, and removed the white cloth from my mouth.

Dad said again, "Daughter! Why are you dressed like Mom? I..." In that instant, guilt overwhelmed me. I pushed Dad away and ran back to my room, locking myself inside. I blamed myself for being so playful, for Dad committing incest with me, and used crying to vent my guilt.

But as I gradually calmed down, I realized who could I blame? I could only say I was being playful. But thinking back to when Dad had forced his way into my vagina, although it hurt and I was scared, I didn't feel any pain. Perhaps because I had seen Dad and Mom make love so much, I actually felt pleasure.

Dad's penis was thick and big, and the feeling of penetration was wonderful. I savored the pleasure, but I was also worried that Dad would blame me for dressing up as Mom. While I was feeling anxious and uneasy, my father unlocked the door and came in.

He said, "Daughter! Are you alright?"

I knew he was worried I couldn't handle the incestuous experience of being raped by him, afraid I might do something foolish. When my mind was in turmoil, my father appeared, and I rushed to him, hugging him tightly and crying uncontrollably.

He said, "Daughter! I didn't mean to hurt you. Your back looks just like Mom's; I didn't realize it was you. I'm so sorry." I told him, "I was just playing around and pretending to be Mom. I'm sorry!" I sensed his remorse, but my thoughts began to defend him and myself. Having sex with him was ethically questionable, but it didn't affect anyone else. After all, as long as it was consensual, it was nobody else's fault.

Later, I went abroad to study. My four years of study abroad were incredibly enriching and I benefited greatly. However, my biggest regret was that my mother passed away from illness during my studies abroad. I couldn't see her one last time, and I feel deeply ashamed.

Now that I've graduated, I hurry back to serve my father.

I didn't tell him I was coming back; I wanted to give him a pleasant surprise. My father came home from work, and I was just getting groceries from the kitchen when he rushed over, pinned me to the dining table, pulled off the chains, and thrust his thick, large penis into my vagina from behind, pumping in and out.

He said, "Wife! It's good you're back. I missed you so much!" Come on! Let me take my mother's place and be my slave!

My father closed his eyes and continued thrusting. I couldn't help but moan.

Oh! My father's penis was so strong, it made me feel incredibly excited!

Then my father turned me over, and I lay on the dining table, letting him do as he pleased. He tore off my only apron, revealing my naked body. He grabbed my large breasts with both hands, kneading and kneading them until they turned red, then thrust heavily into my vagina. Each thrust shook my soul. I enjoyed it! I was satisfied! So good! So incredibly pleasurable! I want it! ...Oh! ...Dad picked me up again and sat me down on the bench in the living room. Like Mom, I offered my breasts to Dad to taste. Dad sucked on my nipples, and I imitated Mom, swaying my body up and down, letting my vagina suck on Dad's huge penis. My breasts swayed up and down with my body, and Dad, with his mouth wide open, chased after my areolas.

I couldn't stop. I want it! Is this an orgasm? Again! I want it! Oh! So incredibly pleasurable!

Dad turned me over and laid me face down on the coffee table, continuing to thrust violently. Dad turned on the remote and turned on his only favorite TV show, which was playing an old drama.

Dad watched TV while making love to me, a double enjoyment. Mom! I can serve Dad while he watches TV now.

Dad's stamina is amazing. He thrust and thrust, and when he saw the climax in the drama, he slapped my buttocks with great interest.

Making love with Daddy was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. His penis was thick and hard, and his stamina was incredible, bringing wave after wave of orgasms. Suddenly, Daddy tightened his grip on the chains of my handcuffs. He thrust wildly, accompanied by his triumphant cries. I was swept up in his excitement, reaching the peak of my own climax.

Daddy pulled out, and I quickly turned and caught his semen in my mouth, swallowing it all, just like Mom did.

From then on, every night I wore a collar around my neck, dragging the chains and handcuffs, and also shackles on my legs. I would then hang an apron on my naked body to serve Daddy.

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