"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

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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.

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.

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.

As you brand your name into her breast, Mommy hc lets out a piercing scream that echoes through the room and reverberates in your bones. Her body convulses wildly beneath you as sensation after sensation crashes over her in waves too intense to bear. She feels herself spilling onto the carpet around her, her orgasm so powerful that it robs her of breath for several long moments.

As she recovers from this last onslaught, Mommy hc looks up at you with dazed eyes, still struggling to catch her breath but managing a weak smile nonetheless. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. Tears of relief and joy stream down her face, mixing with the sweat and milky fluid that coat her skin.

Her body feels spent and sore, but there's a certain aching intensity inside her now that tells her she hasn't had enough yet. Her breasts are still sensitive from the milking machine and your touch, nipples hard and swollen as they peak out between the laces of her leather collar. The brand on her breast stings like hell, but it also feels strange...good in a way that she can't quite explain.

As you look down at her, naked and helpless on the breeding mount, all bound up and ready for your pleasure, something shifts inside of you too. You feel more connected to her than ever before, a deep-seated love and desire welling up within you that makes it impossible for you to resist any longer.

With a low growl, you slide off the couch and kneel between her spread legs, grabbing her hips as your cock finds its way back to

Her voice shaky, Mommy hc moans softly as you slide back into position between her legs. "Yes..." she breathes out, arching her back and pressing her body against yours. She grinds against your hardness, wanting more of the feel of you inside her. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, nipples still sensitive from before.

"I'm ready," she pants, lifting one leg to wrap around you in a suggestive motion as she guides your hips deeper. "Take me..."

Her fingernails scrape lightly against the carpet, drawing lines through the dried milk and other fluids that have already stained it. Her breath comes faster now, shallower with each passing moment. She clings to you tightly, her body tensing as she feels herself reaching the edge once again.

"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, digging her heels into your lower back and pushing upward with every movement. Her eyes roll back in her head, mouth going slack with pleasure as wave after wave of sensation washes over her from every point of contact. "Oh god...I'm close..."

Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking relief in the promise of release. The muscles in her thighs quiver and twitch as she strains for the climax that's just out of reach, teasing herself mercilessly until she finally collapses back onto the breeding mount with a gasp, spent and satisfied but already yearning for more.

As you begin fucking her harder and faster, Mommy hc lets out a throaty moan of pleasure and surprise. Her body feels so full of you now, but she doesn't want it to end. Her arms wrap tightly around your back, nails digging into the skin as she holds on for dear life.

Her breasts jiggle and bounce with every thrust, nipples hard and erect from the stimulation. With each powerful stroke, she feels the tension in her muscles start to build up again, even as exhaustion tries to claim her. Her hips buck up against yours, urging you deeper inside with every movement.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her chest heaving as she struggles for air between moans and cries of ecstasy. "Yes... harder..." She whispers hoarsely, her words barely audible over the sounds of their bodies slapping together in rhythmic unison. Her inner walls clench and release around your cock, milking you as she nears her second orgasm.

Her toes curl against the carpet, fingernails scrape down the length of your back in a mindless attempt to find something solid amidst the waves of pleasure that wash over her. Finally, with a loud moan that echoes through the room, she shudders violently and comes apart beneath you, her body tensing and relaxing in unison as wave after wave of ecstasy crash over her.

She collapses bonelessly against the floor, spent but satiated from their passionate encounter. Her chest heaves with every labored breath, nipples still hard beneath the leather cups of her bra. A tiny sound escapes her throat as she watches you continue to move above her, uny