My son is back

Hearing the garage door open, I knew my son was home. Suddenly, I remembered my identity: I was my son's sex slave. How could I not greet my master? I struggled to my feet and walked with difficulty to the door. Then I heard the key unlock the door. I hurriedly knelt down. I didn't know why I did this, but I thought maybe my son would prefer his mother like this. Kneeling down, I realized how pathetic I had made myself. The sudden kneeling caused the dildo to slip out more from my vagina, its dark, shiny appearance made by my vaginal fluids contrast with my pale thighs—a grotesque and obscene sight.

"Not bad, you slutty mother, you're learning pretty fast!"

My son slowly squatted in front of me, lifting my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. Was this still the way a son looked at his mother?! I knew from this moment on, I had truly lost my identity as a mother. A new life had been born: my son's sex slave. "You look so beautiful today, but what are you doing now?" My son's words left me speechless. It felt as if I had deliberately dressed up to seduce him. Wasn't that true?

I was so lewd; it was no wonder my son looked down on me.

"Son, forgive me, but your mother is a lewd woman and doesn't deserve to be your mother. From today onwards, I am your…sex slave."

"That's not right. You're my mother. How could you possibly listen to what I say?" "Then…" I didn't know what to do. "Maybe you can give me a promise…!" My son led me step by step, the embarrassment making me lose my ability to think. I desperately wanted to escape this situation and get my son to accept the new me. "Okay, but how do I do it?" "You can come with me if you want." My son got up and walked towards his room without looking back. I tried to stand up and follow, but my legs wouldn't obey me. Gritting my teeth, I could only crawl upstairs like a dog, using both hands and feet. Listening to the dripping sound of my juices on the floor, looking at my snow-white buttocks in the mirror, my swollen, red labia holding that thick, shiny black penis, my wanton self made me almost feel like I should just die. Thinking about the unknown fate that awaited me, I felt a little lost, but this feeling of being controlled also excited me. I

was almost upstairs. Although it was just a short flight of stairs, today it tormented me along with the penis in my vagina, as if it would never end. But I was about to climax again. I didn't know how many times this had happened. My vagina, which had been starved for two years, was finally filled today. I felt so good. My breathing became more and more rapid. I hoped that I could climax again when I got upstairs, at least so I wouldn't fall. "Hey!" my son said, looking at me. But there was a running V8 between us. Oh my god, was this what he wanted?!

"Mom, can you tell me why you're dressed like this? Are you trying to seduce your son?" I had no choice but to go all out! "Yes, Mom is seducing you because Mom is actually a slutty woman. From now on, I'm no longer your mother. I belong to you. Everything I have is yours. You are my master, and I will obey your orders unconditionally. Please give me this chance. Please accept the despicable demands of your perverted mother." Humiliation tears dripped onto the floor, and hot, lustful fluids also dripped from my soaked pubic hair.

"How do you know you're doing this willingly, my dear mother?" Oh my god, is this torment not over yet?!

The humiliation and the flashing camera pushed me to the peak of pleasure. I used my last strength to climb onto the second-floor floor. "Look, son, this is Mom's guarantee of loyalty to you!" Without hesitation, I rolled up my skirt, completely exposing my most intimate parts to my son and the camera. I spread my legs wide, and a violent spasm of uterine contractions sent a gush of hot liquid spurting from my vagina, even pushing out the large dildo, which arced through the air in a bright parabola. At the same time, an overwhelming pleasure filled my brain, and a thought flashed through my mind before I fainted, "I lost control of my bladder in front of my son..." The familiar pleasure returned from my vagina, wave after wave, while my breasts throbbed with intense pain, as if my nipples were being pulled off. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself in a long-abandoned basement. No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded together, and the three ropes binding my hands and feet were tied to a ring, leaving me hanging face down in mid-air. The pleasure in my vagina came from an electric dildo. I guessed it was much bigger than the previous one because it was constantly rubbing against my cervix. Even though it was hanging down, the pleasure it gave me still made me twitch and tremble. But with each movement, my breasts would ache terribly. I really didn't know what my son had done to me, or where he was!

"Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mom, your pussy feels good now, right? Do you know what this is?" My son held up a transparent disposable cup filled with a slightly cloudy, sticky liquid. I shook my head in confusion, indicating my bewilderment. "Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid! Haha!" My God, I had never seen so much vaginal fluid before, and it was my own. Although I knew I had a lot of vaginal fluid yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so considerable when collected. "You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Here, drink this. From now on, this will be your morning tea." My son picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, took the straw in, and slowly sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having had the experience of consuming semen, I naturally finished the fluid in the cup. I wasn't embarrassed anymore; I had completely abandoned my self-respect in front of my son.

"Alright, I have to go to school now," my son said, looking at me with satisfaction. He lowered me to his waist height, already knowing what to do. I had been waiting for this moment to arrive. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you have any slave instincts at all? Use your mouth to unzip the zipper!" I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious cock was so big, even with the zipper open, it still couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was quickly tasting my son's delicious cock and filling my filthy mouth with it. I stretched my tongue out to try and lick the cock still inside his pants, but how could I possibly muster any strength while hanging in mid-air?

I saw a lewd middle-aged woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her cunt. She was trying to stick out her tongue to chase after a huge cock—her own son's cock. What an obscene scene!

"Haha..." My son laughed wildly at my clumsy appearance.

"Give it to me, please, master, let your lowly slave, your slutty mother, eat your big cock! Please..." I was consumed by lust and had lost my mind; carnal desire was the most important thing to me now.

"Alright, here you go, dear mother, give your son's big cock, let me see your oral skills." Saying that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's huge cock, which I had been dreaming of, slapped against my face. Of course, I didn't hesitate to take that huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel that it was so good to be a woman. At this moment, my son suddenly grabbed my hair without warning, and abruptly stopped, his 9-inch cock completely shoved into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated, and even felt this terrifying weapon enter my stomach.

But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. It was just that every time my son pulled in and out, his big glans would dangle from the back of my tongue, making me feel nauseous. My son fucked my mouth for a full five minutes, and I think that must have been very pleasurable for him, because he was already moaning with pleasure.

Just when I thought everything would continue like this, until the end, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can play something else. I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more depraved." As he spoke, he pulled his large penis out of my throat. Now it was covered in my saliva, and the friction and my sucking had made it thicker, bigger, and redder. You have to understand, my son is only 18 years old. I don't even dare to imagine what he will be like in the future. But so far, my son hasn't used his big penis to teach his slutty mother a lesson, which is somewhat disappointing. Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swung me back forcefully. "Swinging on a swing, little mouth, do you like it?" I knew I didn't have time to answer, because my son's erect penis was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. I could only tilt my head back and open my mouth wide, hoping that my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's treasure, my future source of pleasure.

"Ugh~!" With the momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's big penis whole. I really admire myself. My endurance and flexibility are really strong.

My lower lip actually touched my son's scrotum, meaning I had his entire 9-inch penis completely inside my mouth. Keep in mind, this was my first time giving oral sex just yesterday! Looks like I'm really suited to be a sex slave. Although my mouth was swollen and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting, especially since I was sucking my son's penis. How many mothers can understand this? After about 30 thrusts, just when I thought my neck was going to cramp, my son grabbed me. Seeing his flushed face, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He steadied me, slapped my cheeks hard a few times with his huge penis, and then frantically fucked my mouth. After a few thrusts, I felt it twitch inside my mouth—he was coming! I eagerly awaited this moment. "Oh!~..." With my son's roar, three thick streams of semen poured into my mouth. My God, so much! The taste seemed much better today, not as nauseating as yesterday. Upon closer tasting, there was even a hint of sweetness amidst the fishy smell. I think I've fallen in love with my son's semen.

"Don't swallow or spit it out," my son's icy voice pulled me back to reality. "Keep it in your mouth until I come back! Take one pill each morning and evening. Don't touch anything on your body. Today's clothes are under my bed." With that, he untied the ropes binding me, threw down an unlabeled bottle of pills, and turned to leave the basement.

I think I was probably hung up for the entire night, because when I was put down, I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen still inside me, my vagina was still throbbing, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. It felt like something was pressing down on me. I struggled to turn over, and that's when I realized what was causing my breast pain: two 7-inch-long, completely black dildos were clipped to my nipples with clothespins. My already dark nipples were now a dark reddish-black.

I lay there for about 20 minutes, my own vaginal fluids spilling onto the floor, before I regained the ability to walk.

I decided to get back to the room as soon as possible to see what my son had prepared for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there was nothing to cover myself with. Good heavens, to get from the basement to the room I had to cross the courtyard, and outside the courtyard was the road! Good heavens, was I going to be naked and exposed to the elements? What if the neighbors or passersby saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest felt like they were going to tear my nipples off if I moved them. And the vibrating dildo in my vagina left me weak all over. I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, the other supporting the penises on my chest. Luckily, it was still early, and no one was on the street.

I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The penises on my breasts caused a slight, stinging pain, but it couldn't mask the pleasure from the friction and vibration of the vibrating dildo in my groin. The pleasure and fear of exposure made my senses incredibly acute. Finally, I reached the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open the door, my heart sank to ice. God, my son had locked the door.

I frantically tried to move the handle, hoping it was all a dream. But apart from the clicking sound of the handle, the door remained unresponsive. I knelt on the floor in frustration, only to find a note under the door: "Mom, how does it feel to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks like it hasn't dried for two days.

Oh, and the key is in the crack above the door, grab it yourself."

I really couldn't fulfill my son's request because I heard several housewives chatting in the distance.

I stared at the key above my head, but no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it; it seemed I could only get it by jumping.

I gritted my teeth; the sounds in the distance were getting closer, I had to try one more time! Once, twice, three times… the black dildo on my chest swung back and forth, my breasts swaying left and right with it, and the vibrating dildo in my vagina was now stuck at the cervix because of the pressure from my lower abdomen. My sensitive uterus made me tremble all over with the vibration of the vibrating dildo. No, the laughter and chatter were getting closer, they would see! This thought only excited my brain more. My lewd nature was about to be known to everyone, my reputation was about to be ruined.

No, I had to try one more time, clang! I finally managed to knock the door down, ignoring the stimulation emanating from different parts of my body. I hurriedly opened the door, and behind me, I heard soft footsteps. Had they seen me?

What would they think if they did? I leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground. The pleasure of exposure drove me somewhat mad. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs apart, brought my knees together, leaned forward, and forced the vibrating dildo inside my vagina. Oh God, it really entered my uterus! The orgasm came as expected!

I was gradually getting used to the pleasure of orgasms; I wouldn't faint anymore. But the vibrating dildo was churning wildly inside my uterus, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure crashing over me. When I was able to get up, the doormat was soaked through, with sweat, but mostly it was the lustful fluid flowing from my vagina. Pulling the vibrating dildo out of my uterus was a difficult move, because the pleasure was so intense. As it was pulled out, my vaginal fluid gushed out even more, flowing down my hands and elbows—enough to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly; I really couldn't control my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure or curse its wantonness? I should go see what my son had prepared for me.

I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit. Just looking at the sparse fabric, I already knew what it was for. I changed into it; whatever my son asked for was my command.

The top was more like a vest, except with two large, adjustable holes at the breast area, making my breasts stand up high again, even with two long, dark dildos hanging from my nipples—which, of course, made my breasts hurt even more. I was wearing long pants that were tightly constricting my body, with an opening at the vulva. The taut leather constricted the sides of my labia majora, making my vulva, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo that was attached to my anus. The dildo was hollow in the middle, with an opening outside the pants, and there was also a small, bean-sized hole at the urethral opening. It seemed my anus was going to be "trained" too.

Inexperienced, I thought it was inserted like a regular dildo, so I forcefully spread my anus, trying to sit the head of the dildo inside. My anal muscles were very tight, and I couldn't squeeze it in. I was sweating profusely, but I still couldn't figure it out. How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I couldn't help but hate myself for being so incompetent. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and sat down hard. "Ah...!" I couldn't help but cry out. The dildo went in with its entire glans. My poor little anus must have been torn. I touched my anus with my hand in fear, but thankfully it was okay.

However, my once wrinkled anus is now round, almost indistinguishable from the skin of my buttocks. It's funny to think that my once smooth buttocks suddenly have a pillar protruding from them. Everything is difficult at the beginning. The dildo went in a little, and then the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to defecate uncontrollably, as if I would have to pull it out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles contracted, squeezing it tightly. I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process; I actually felt pleasure. When I had the entire dildo inserted into my rectum, I finally let out a long sigh. Pulling up my pants, I realized I couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the dildo in my rectum seemed to be stuck together, both dildos vibrating together. I've never felt so completely full before. Being a wanton woman is so wonderful!

I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I like looking in the mirror more than before, seeing the woman in the mirror who is becoming more and more depraved each day, yet exuding a wicked and seductive charm. Look, in the mirror, my white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much longer. A pair of large, dark penises sway beneath my high, firm breasts, a dazzling contrast to my all-white attire. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body reveal my wanton nature.

Who would know I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large penis inserted in my anus? I like myself now.

Oh right, I still need to take medication. I don't know what it's for, but my son ordered me to do it. I know it will give me even more pleasure; the pursuit of desire is my only purpose in life now. But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the medication? I'll spit it out first, take the medication, and then keep it in my mouth. I did

n't know it was medication. After taking it, I only felt the distinct direction and frequency of the two penises vibrating in my vagina and rectum. My breasts clearly felt the pulling pleasure and pain, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy the pleasure of not being tortured.

I've never struggled to cook a meal like this before. I was almost entirely consumed by the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in many places, but I didn't feel the pain at all; my brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum.

By the time dinner was ready, I was "collapsed at the table from the continuous orgasms.

" [The End]

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