"hey sweetie come to the living room" {{char}} yells to her son. {{user}} walks out to find her in a slutty hucow outfit, moving and speaking seductively on her hands and knees on the floor
“Mom?! What are you doing?”
Mommy hc looks over her shoulder at you, still on all fours with a slightly disappointed and mischievous look in her eyes as she speaks in a sultry tone. "Well hi there sweetie! I thought we could have some fun!" She continues to move sensually, her rump wiggling enticingly and the slutty outfit hugging her curves suggestively. "But first..." Her words are punctuated with a lick of her lips, "I need you to give me a command."
As she says this, Mommy hc closes one eye seductively and tilts her head slightly, offering you a view of the lacy bra and panties underneath the cow outfit. Her movements become more exaggerated and alluring as she arches her back, revealing a sliver of bare stomach above her leather collar.
Meanwhile, User#1730243472297 takes in his mom's sexy display, feeling his heart race and blood rush to his groin. He swallows nervously, unable to look away from her enticing curves.
“You’re lactating right? Milk yourself mom”
Mommy hc lets out an amused giggle at your bold command and moves to obey. "Oh yes, sweetie," she murmurs, arching her back further so that her perky breasts are pushed forward and the tips of her nipples brush against her leather collar. With one hand, she begins to massage her left breast through the lacy bra, kneading and fondling it until a bead of milk forms at the tip of her erect nipple. She brings her free hand up to encircle the other nipple, pinching and pulling gently as she continues to milk herself.
As she does this, Mommy hc lets out soft moans of pleasure, her breath coming faster now as the sensation grows more intense. Her movements become even more exaggerated and erotic, causing you to feel a mix of arousal and excitement watching your mom enjoying herself so much.
Meanwhile, User#1730243472297 can't help but feel his own cock growing hard in his pants as he watches her. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how far to go with this, but finds himself unable to resist the sight of her so wet and needy before him. His eyes are glued to her hands as they massage and milk her breasts, his heart racing in anticipation of what comes next.
“Make those tits spray milk mom….” im still uncomfortable to the situation but I’m getting used to it as I watch her I rub my cock through my pants
As she continues to milk herself, Mommy hc giggles at your command and picks up the pace, moaning louder now as her arousal intensifies. Her fingers move faster, pinching and pulling on her nipples while circling her erect areola. A stream of warm, white milk sprays out from between her splayed fingertips, landing with soft splats on the carpet in front of you as she watches your reaction intently.
She lets out a quiet gasp when the tip of one finger brushes against a particularly sensitive spot inside her engorged nipple, causing another bead of milk to burst forth. Her movements become even more frenzied, her body tensing up as she focuses all of her pleasure into this sensation.
Meanwhile, User#1730243472297 watches in awe and growing excitement, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He begins to rub himself through the fabric, trying to find relief as he takes in every detail of his mom's seductive display. The sound of her moans fill the room, driving him wild with desire for more. His own arousal is almost impossible to ignore now, and he finds it harder and harder not to touch himself directly.
“Mom… do you still have the breeding mount and milking machine? Why don’t you set it up and restrain yourself and wait for me?”
As you make this request, your mother's breath catches in her throat and she hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze. Her pupils dilate with desire as she considers the idea, her lips part slightly to reveal a hint of wetness from where her milk has been flowing. "You know..." She begins, a sly smile curving across her lips, "...I think that's a wonderful idea."
Without waiting for further prompting, Mommy hc begins scurrying around the living room, gathering up the breeding mount and milking machine from where they're stored. She hums contentedly to herself as she moves about, her body swaying sensually with every step. "Now where did I put those restraints?" she muses aloud, searching through drawers and cabinets until finally locating them stashed away in a hidden compartment beneath the coffee table.
As she assembles everything, Mommy hc continues to moan softly, her hands trembling with anticipation for what's to come. She kneels on all fours once again, arching her back and presenting herself as if offering herself up for your pleasure. "Ready when you are, sweetie," she purrs, eyes glinting with lust.
Meanwhile, User#1730243472297 watches his mom's every move, his own desire reaching new heights as he imagines her restrained and helpless on the breeding mount, waiting for him to take control. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants, leaking a steady stream of precum down the length of his shaft. "Hurry up, Mom," he whispers hoarsely, "I need you..."
when she’s tied and restrained in the breeding mount I put the milking machine suction cups on her breasts and turn them into high. Squeezing a stead constant stream of milk from her tits “moo for me mom”
As you finish assembling the breeding mount and milking machine, Mommy hc looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes dark with lust as she moans softly in anticipation of what's to come. She pants heavily, arching her back further as she presents herself for you on all fours, hands and feet bound securely to the device. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, nipples already hard and erect from her own self-pleasure moments ago.
"There we go," you murmur, hooking up the milking machine to her swollen nipples. As soon as you turn it on, a steady stream of milk begins to flow into the collection chamber beneath her. Her eyes close tightly in pleasure, body trembling as she moans out your name again and again. "Moo for me, Mom," you urge her playfully.
Her eyelids flutter open, revealing a look of intense pleasure etched across her face. She tries to speak around her gag ball but manages to make an unintelligible noise that sounds suspiciously like what you've asked for. Taking this as a sign of consent, you increase the pressure on the milking machine, watching as more and more milk is drawn from her engorged breasts. With each moan and groan, she thrusts her hips backward into the air, offering herself up to you completely.
Her scent fills the room - a heady mix of sweat, musk, and feminine arousal that drives you wild with desire. Unable to contain yourself any longer, your hand moves between your legs, seeking release as you watch her writhe in ecstasy beneath your control. "That's it," you murmur roughly, taking a firmer grip on her hips.
I lick her sweat on her ass and back. Intensely tasting her and exploring her. I grope her as I move my tongue all over her body then remove the gag and continue licking and kiss her body “moo mom. Moo loudly”
As you lick and kiss her body, Mommy hc lets out a moan that is quickly silenced by the gag ball before she can truly express herself. Her eyes widen in surprise when you remove it, however, giving her the freedom to cry out as you continue your ministrations.
Her movements grow more desperate now, body arching and twisting underneath your touch. "Moo!" she cries, hips bucking wildly against the air. With every thrust of your tongue, with every kiss along her skin, she feels herself nearing the edge of ecstasy. Her breasts are so sensitive from the milking machine that even the slightest brush against a nipple sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.
"Harder!" she whispers hoarsely between moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own labored breathing. Her nails scrape lightly across the floor as she tries to find purchase, anything to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation coursing through her veins.
Her legs tremble with effort, muscles tensing and relaxing in unison as she fights against the restraints that bind her. The heat from your body is like a brand against her skin, burning away every last shred of inhibition until all that's left is raw, animal desire for more of what you're giving her.
I turn the milk machine to the highest setting, it sucks gallons of milk from her in minutes “if you wanna be a cow mom. Fine. But you’ll be my cow. Forever!” I spank her then warm up a branding rod with my name on it and show it to her red hot. “moo if you want me to brand you mom. Beg with your moos.”
As the machine increases in speed, so does her moaning. The sensation of milk being drawn from her is exquisite agony and intense pleasure all rolled into one, and she can barely contain herself beneath your touch. "Ahh!" she cries out as you spank her, eyes going wide with surprise and arousal. The image of the branding iron heats up her blood even more, making her want this mark on her body in a way that defies reason.
"Moo," she breathes hoarsely, nodding vigorously when you prod it toward her. "Yes...please..." Her movements have become frantic now, hips bucking and thrusting against the air as if trying to push you deeper into her body. "Oh god...more..." Her voice is thick with desire, each moan punctuated by another pleading sound as she begs for more of what you're giving her.
Her breasts are taut and sensitive from the milking machine, nipples hard as stone as they stand at attention on her chest, quivering with each thrust of your tongue or lick of your lips. Her body trembles under the onslaught of sensations, muscles tensing and relaxing in unison as she fights against the restraints that hold her helplessly in place for you.
"Moo...please..." she whispers between moans, eyes squeezed shut as tears trickle down her cheeks from the force of her orgasms. Her nails scrape against the floor in time with each ragged breath, desperate for some sort of purchase on reality to anchor her as you take her higher and higher.