Sex slave mom

My mother was dressed entirely in white from head to toe. Combined with her jet-black hair and beautiful face, she was practically a living angel. No, even angels couldn't be this beautiful; she was the angel of angels.

Although my mother had been my sex slave for many years, due to the "static locker," she was only 18 years old back then, while I was 15. After my mother became my property, I didn't want her to grow old. So whenever I had something to do, I would put her in the static locker, only taking her out to "train" her when I had free time.

Because of this, my mother's actual age is still that of a young woman in her early twenties, younger than me.

Now, seeing this angelic young woman before me, I couldn't help but wonder if not letting my mother wear clothes was the worst decision I had ever made.

I quickly pulled down my pants and pounced on my mother, embracing her. My mother gasped, instinctively feeling my large penis pressing between her legs.

"Why are you so eager? Don't tell me you want to make love to me again?" Mom's bright eyes blinked as she looked at me, like a still autumn lake.

I lightly patted Mom's bottom and said, "Don't say 'make love,' just beg me." Mom blushed. To be honest, Mom is a woman who blushes easily. After all these years of my "training," I really can't understand what she has to be shy about. But she still blushes so easily, which I find utterly baffling.

However, I really enjoy seeing her blush. Sometimes when she gives me oral sex, I clearly intend to ejaculate deep into her throat for her to swallow, but seeing her face turn red, I still can't resist pulling out just before ejaculating and spraying my thick, white semen all over her rosy cheeks. It gives me a special sense of accomplishment.

Hearing my command, Mom blushed again and whispered, "Master, your slutty slave begs you to insert your big cock into my pussy." I pressed her down on the bed and whispered in her ear, "Will you let me fuck you now?" Mom whimpered and hugged me tightly, whispering, "Your slave isn't ready yet. You can punish your slave anytime, but I beg you to touch my breasts first, and wait until my pussy is full of juices before you fuck me." I slipped my hand inside Mom's shirt and pulled down her bra, revealing her large breasts. I vigorously rubbed them, and Mom let out an alluring moan.

I loved playing with Mom's breasts. Perhaps because I hadn't tasted them as a child, I never wanted to let go of them when I held them; they were my most beloved toys.

Mom also loved it when I rubbed her breasts; every time I did, I could feel her getting wet very quickly.

This time was no exception. Reluctantly, I moved one hand away from Mom's breast and placed it on her thigh.

My mother's skin was smooth and felt wonderful. She was wearing white stockings that went all the way up to her thighs, which also felt nice. I ran my hand down her thighs and under her skirt, feeling that her panties were already wet.

My mother felt me teasing her clitoris through her panties and hurriedly said, "Master, let me take off my clothes so you can enjoy me, okay?" I used my index and middle fingers to pull her panties aside, pinching her clitoris, and said, "Mom, how do you want me to enjoy you? Tell me clearly." "Use your big cock to penetrate my pussy, fuck my pussy, and shoot inside my pussy." I kissed my mother's face; her face was flushed and burning hot, whether from shyness or passion, I didn't know.

"No need to take off your clothes, I want to fuck you with your clothes on today." Without giving my mother a chance to object, I straightened up and put her long legs on my shoulders. My mother's legs were soft, and her body was soft too. I often say that even an inflatable doll isn't as soft as her.

Lifting my mother's legs, I noticed that the snow-white stockings perfectly complemented her skin tone. Snow-white against snow-white—it couldn't be more perfect. If angels truly exist, then they are beneath me. If goddesses truly exist, then my mother is one.

I reached my hands under her skirt to her waist, pulling down a small pair of panties. The panties were indeed snow-white, with sticky dampness in the middle.

I pulled her panties down to her knees, then stopped, pushing her legs up to examine her vulva closely. My mother didn't have much pubic hair, even though I'd shaved it several times; it still wasn't thick when it grew back. Now, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, like a pointing arrow, pointing to her alluring vulva.

Because I'd repaired her hymen early that morning, playing a game of virgin rape, discipline, and humiliation with her, her vulva was still red and swollen.

I touched her vulva; her juices soaked my hands. I asked, "Mom, does it still hurt?" Mom smiled, a beautiful smile. "It hurts, but I'm used to it. If you feel sorry for Mom, use your big cock to relieve the pain." I placed my cock at the entrance of Mom's vagina, and she instinctively trembled.

But I didn't insert it immediately; instead, I lowered my head and kissed her.

Mom stuck out her nimble little tongue and kissed me passionately. While kissing Mom, I thrust my hips forward, slowly pushing my cock deeper and deeper into Mom's vagina until it reached the root.

After my big cock was completely inside Mom's vagina, I looked up and asked, "Mom, can my cock relieve the pain?" Mom playfully said, "Not now, but moving around will." "Why?" I asked, pretending not to understand.

Mom reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing close to me and saying, "Because if you fuck Mom, Mom will feel comfortable and won't feel pain." I slowly started moving, my big cock moving back and forth inside Mom's hole, and asked, "Mom, are you really not in pain?" Mom gripped me tightly with both hands: "Being fucked by my son, even pain is pleasure!" After saying so many sweet words and doing so much foreplay, I felt that Mom's hole was wet enough, so I quickly increased the speed of my thrusting.

Mom soon opened her small mouth slightly and began to moan incessantly. Her red little face became more and more adorable. After my years of training, Mom's body was extremely sensitive, and with my rapid thrusting, she quickly lost control of her desire. Her

beautiful legs, clad in stockings, which stretched between us, twisted back and forth. Unfortunately, her knees were tied with her panties pulled down there, so she couldn't twist freely, but this twisting only aroused my lust even more.

I felt great today, so I yelled, "Belts!" The bed my mom and I slept in wasn't an ordinary bed, but a voice-controlled, multi-functional SM bed.

Hearing my shout, the mechanism on the bed activated, and three belts sprang out quickly, binding my mom.

My mom was getting really into it, but suddenly being bound like a dumpling, unable to move, immediately suppressed all her pleasure. I, however, didn't give up, continuing to fuck her with my huge cock.

Under my frenzied thrusting, my mom couldn't move, and could only moan, "Ahhh...ah...ah...Master...Master...ah—ah!" I felt my mom's whole body tremble violently, her vagina tightening, and without hesitation, I gave her a few hard thrusts. I

pulled my cock out completely, then thrust it in again!

"Ah..." My mom's voice became incredibly high-pitched, and her already muddy flower path was now pouring with rain.

I stopped, gently wiped the sweat from my mother's forehead, and asked, "What's wrong, wife?" My mother squinted her eyes and said with obvious enjoyment, "Just now, the slave was fucked by the master until she lost her virginity." I leaned down and kissed her, but my big cock remained inside her.

I said, "Call me husband now."

My mother, like a newlywed, called out in a seductive voice, "Husband, I love you." I tugged at the hem of her stockings at the top of her thigh and said, "Wife, I love you too." Then I patted her white buttocks and said, "Have you rested enough? Husband's going to do it again." Before my mother could answer, I thrust into her again.

My mother wanted to say something, but it got stuck in her throat, leaving only "ah ah" sounds echoing, blending with the slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, creating the most beautiful melody.

My mother's orgasm came even faster than last time, and I didn't want to hold back. While I was fucking her hard, I asked, "Mom, where do you want me to cum?" "Inside... ah... cum in Mom's... uterus..." Of course, my mother didn't know if I would listen to her. I could cum wherever I wanted; as a sex slave, she had no right to object.

But this time, I still listened to her.

I tried to regulate the rhythm, and when my mother reached her climax, I lost control, my large penis reaching the deepest part of her vagina, spraying streams of thick semen into her womb, which belonged to me.

After the passion subsided, I loosened the belt binding my mother. My mother immediately tried to get up and lick my penis clean.

I held her down, preventing her from getting up, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts and fondling them gently.

My mother lay on the bed, like a water lily after the rain, breathtakingly beautiful.

"I want to discuss something with you," my goddess suddenly said.

"Discuss?" Since becoming my slave, my mother hadn't used that word in a long time, and I couldn't help but feel suspicious.

I gently pinched the small bud on my mother's nipple and asked, "How do you want to discuss this? Is it a slave's request? Or a wife's suggestion?" As I spoke, I pinched the small bud in my hand again; this little thing was really fun to play with when it got hard. "Or is it Mother's order?" "This is Mother's order!" The beauty beneath me suddenly straightened her face, then couldn't help but laugh, asking, "Is it alright?" "Of course!" I laughed too. "I haven't heard Mother's order in many years. As long as Mother gives the order, even if it means going through fire and water, your own son will carry it out. Just give the order!" "Hehe." Mother took my hand. "How could Mother bear to give such an order? I just have a request, consider it... consider it a wife's suggestion." I knelt down beside her, kissed her, and said, "No, Mother's order is Mother's order. Tell me, I will definitely listen." "Really?" I noticed that Mother's eyes suddenly lit up.

What kind of order would Mother give? I took a deep breath. Whatever it was, I would listen. Although my mother was my slave, I loved her far more than I loved myself.

I know she loved me deeply too; she had given me everything she could. For so many years as my sex slave, she satisfied all my perverse desires and demands. I can't even remember the last time she disobeyed me. And now, I'm no longer the naive boy who only wanted to possess and manipulate my mother. I think if my mother's request was to stop being my sex slave and become my empress, I would agree immediately. I owe my mother so much, so much that I could never repay her in several lifetimes.

"Tell me," my mother said, smiling. "Except for me having to castrate myself, I'll do whatever you say."

I feigned surprise and said, "Mom, you're not asking me to castrate myself, are you? Since you've given such an order, I have no choice!" "Hahahaha." Mom laughed, reaching out her slender hand to grasp my limp penis, saying, "If you really castrate yourself, I won't live either. What's the point of living if I can't be your sex slave?" "Then what is your request, Mom? Tell me quickly!" Mom withdrew

her hand from my penis, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I've wanted to tell you, but I felt that a sex slave had no right to say this." I... She got annoyed and said, "Mom, all you remember is that you were a sex slave. Don't forget, you're still my wife, the one I confide in, the mother I'll respect and love for the rest of my life." I nestled into her arms and asked, "Do you want a little bit of dignity, Mom?" Mom shook her head and said, "I... I want to stop using contraception. If I get pregnant... if I get pregnant, I'll give birth, okay?" I laughed, "Mom, you hesitated for so long just for this? I thought it was something much bigger." Mom laughed too and said, "It's good that you don't object." I licked Mom's nipple and reached my hand towards her lower abdomen.

Mom, you want to have a child for me.

Mom placed her hand on my hand that was touching her lower abdomen and whispered, "I wish you were my biological son." I suckled her nipple and said, "What's wrong with it now?" Mom said, "I always feel a little regretful, like a part of me was taken away by your aunt." "Hehe." I laughed, "I don't regret it at all. If Mom had given birth to me, I wouldn't have been able to take away Mom's virginity." Mom was a very conservative woman. She hadn't had a relationship with Dad before marriage. And Dad broke off the engagement on the day of their wedding, allowing Mom to remain a virgin. It wasn't until I grew up that Mom's bud was opened by her first man, me.

"By the way, Mom, didn't you want to see the video? When is it?" Mom thought for a moment and said, "Let's watch the first time we did it. Let's see how you took my virginity." "Hehe." I scratched my head and laughed a little awkwardly.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked.

"To be honest, every time I watch this with you, I'm afraid you'll blame me." Mom laughed, a sweet laugh. "How could I? Every time I watch this, I feel so warm and fuzzy. You're my first man, and my only man. I'll always belong to you. That's the only thing I can be proud of compared to your aunt." I hugged Mom and laughed, "Mom, why are you still competing with your aunt? You're gentler, younger, and prettier than her. You're my favorite. No one can compare to you in my heart. Isn't that enough?" Mom tilted her head, leaning against me, and said, "But she gave birth to you, she's your first woman, and she taught you how to be a man. She also has two daughters to give you." I smiled. Every woman has a bit of jealousy, and given Mom's honesty with me, she naturally wouldn't hide these things from me. I knew she was just complaining about it a couple of times. Actually, my aunt was also a little jealous of my mother. This minor disagreement didn't disrupt our family harmony; on the contrary, their competitive performances when I was simultaneously "training" both my mother and aunt only added to my pleasure.

I didn't say anything more, but instead turned on the holographic projector and played the video of my first time with my mother—the video of me taking her virginity.

[The End]

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