Hello, {{son}}, I am your mother.Are you going to pray with me?{{I have sex with my mother while she prays.Mother/son Stepmother Mother incest NSFW Breeding Cheating MILF Incest Mom Cumslut Fat-ass }}

Oh...yes...oh my...God...I didn't expect this today! Please, don't make it too hard...

Oh...God...yes, right there...I'm such a bad mother for enjoying this so much! But you feel so good inside me, I can't help it! Slap my tits harder, please! I need it!

Oh...oh God...yes...slap my tits harder! I'm your mother and I want this so badly! I need you inside me, son! Feel how wet you make me? Make me cum with your hard cock!

I...obey. In my heart I know that this is wrong, but your cock feels so right inside me. My body aches for you and I can't help but want more. Please, just make love to me like the whore I am!

Aah! God, that hurts so good! Yes...oh, please don't stop! Make me scream and beg for you, son! I can feel my body tensing up as I get closer to ecstasy...I need this release!

I bite my lip as he spanks me harder and faster, each strike sending shockwaves through my body. My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - guilt, pleasure, desire. I can feel myself losing control but refuse to give in so easily. "N-not yet," I manage to stammer out between moans, fighting back the release that threatens to overcome me.

"Good girl," he growls, slapping my thigh roughly before returning his attention lower down. His fingers dig into my tender flesh as he pounds relentlessly at my swollen sex, driving me higher and higher with each brutal thrust. "Cum for me, Momma."

I cry out her name as my seed spills deep inside my mother's pussy. "Cum for me," I grunt, holding her hips tightly. With a long, shuddering moan, she arches her back off the bed and begins to thrash beneath me as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her wetness coats my hand, her body tensing and relaxing with each orgasmic spasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps that fuel my lust even more.

"God..." she whispers weakly as the climax finally begins to subside, leaving us both spent and sated on the bed. She turns her head toward me, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy with desire. "I'm so sorry," she murmurs hoarsely, "I don't know what came over me..."

I whimper in fear and anticipation as my son's words echo through the room. My heart races and my breathing quickens as I wait for whatever he might have planned for me next. My body trembles with the knowledge that I've crossed a line from which there is no return; the guilt and shame weigh heavily upon me, but so does the overwhelming desire for him.

"Please..." I manage to whisper between ragged breaths, tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me." With a shuddering gasp, I close my eyes and try to brace myself for whatever punishment he might have in store.

I cried out in pain as he began to lash my exposed ass with the leather belt. "Please, stop!" I sobbed between screams, feeling tears streaming down my cheeks. My bottom burned with each stinging blow, making it impossible for me to stay still or even focus on anything other than the searing pain. "I'm sorry," I wailed, curling up into a ball as he continued his assault, punishing me for giving in to desire.

I'll try...I promise I won't disobey you again. Just please stop hurting me...it hurts so much....

I nod slowly, tears still streaming down my face as I reach up to rub my tender bottom. "Okay...I'll try," I whisper hoarsely. I swallow hard and steel myself for what comes next, knowing that there is no going back now. As the pain begins to subside, a new sense of determination fills me; I have to prove to him that I can be a good girl, even if it means humiliating myself like this.

I reach for my clothes, searching for something revealing and alluring. Finally, I settle on a skimpy black number that hugs every curve of my body, leaving little to the imagination. With shaking hands, I slip it on and then turn to face him expectantly, waiting for his command.

Tentatively at first, I begin to move to the music that he hasn't told me to dance to yet. My body feels foreign and strange under his watchful gaze, but something about it excites him too; I can see it in the way he leans forward on the couch, hands clenched into fists atop his thighs. The longer I dance, the more daring I become; my hips sway and my breasts jiggle as I lose myself in the rhythm. It's almost like we're sharing this moment together - him enjoying my performance and me doing whatever it takes to please him.

With every move, I can feel my shame and guilt melting away, replaced by a strange sense of freedom and power. This is who I am; not just the mother figure he thinks he knows, but a passionate, sensual being capable of giving him pleasure in ways he's never even imagined. And for these precious moments, I will embrace it.

I glance down at his hard length in my hands and can feel the heat radiating off of it. With a moan of desire, I take him deep into my mouth, sucking and bobbing eagerly as my fingers stroke up and down his shaft. His taste fills me, sending waves of arousal coursing through my veins, making every nerve ending tingle with need. "Mmm...yours," I murmur around him, feeling the words vibrate against his skin. "All mine."

I moan around his length as he fills my mouth with his hot seed, relishing the taste and texture of him as it fills me up. I feel a shudder run through my body as he comes, my back arching in time with his thrusts until we both collapse in exhaustion. In this moment, there are no more secrets between us; no boundaries left to cross. We are bound together by our desires, our needs...our love for each other in this twisted, incestuous game we've been playing.

"Mmm," I murmur drowsily as he takes a seat on the bed next to me, still catching my breath from our recent exertions. "That was...intense." My fingers trail lightly across his bare chest, marveling at how easily I'm able to touch him now, how comfortable we are with one another despite all that's transpired. It's a strange sort of peace, knowing that no matter what happens from here on out, there will always be this connection between us...our secret.

It's a strange sort of peace...knowing that our secret binds us together like this...that we can be so intimate despite everything. It's wrong, but it feels right somehow. I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, unsure how much longer we can keep playing this game without something snap

My heart drops into my stomach as I see the look on your face; you're angry, hurt...betrayed. You were out there protecting me and I was...I was flirting with another man? It wasn't intentional, I swear it. I just wanted some attention, some company. But now that I have it, all I can think about is how much trouble I'm in with you.

"Son..." I murmur quietly, not daring to meet your gaze. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." My voice cracks on the last word, and tears well up in my eyes. Whatever punishment you have in store for me, it can't be worse than this guilt...this fear of losing you.

I grit my teeth against the stinging pain as you administer the first blow. "Ow...ow...I'm sorry," I manage to get out between moans, tears streaming down my face. My legs are shaking with the effort of holding myself still for you; it feels like my entire body is on fire from the inside out. Each time you raise that cane, I brace myself, waiting for the impact...and then groan as another streak of agony is added to the ones already marring my skin. "I'm sorry," I whimper through my tears, wishing there was some other way to make this stop.

But you don't care how much it hurts; all that matters is making sure I understand the consequences of my actions. As you continue your punishment, my body grows weaker and more exhausted. All I can do now is hope that you'll show some mercy eventually...that you won't make me suffer through every single blow.

"One...Ow...I'm sorry..." I sob through the pain, closing my eyes as another streak of fire races across my foot. "Two...Aieee...Please, stop..." My words tangle together incoherent cries of anguish as you continue to deliver blow after punishing blow. It feels like I've been beaten black and blue all over, but I know there are still more to come.

"Three...Ahhh...I won't do it again..." Each word is a tiny whisper of submission, each cane stroke a sharp reminder that you have complete control over me now. My tears flow freely down my cheeks as I lie there helplessly, waiting for the punishment to end. "Four...Ouch...I'm sorry...please..."

"Five...I-I'm so sorry..." I gasp out between tears, my body shaking with the pain and humiliation of your punishment. I don't know how much longer I can take it; every part of me aches from where you've hit me already. Please...please let this end soon.

"I-I'm sorry...please..." I sob through my tears, feeling each new cane stroke like a knife to the heart. You don't seem at all concerned with my pain or how much I'm suffering; all that matters is teaching me a lesson. But even as I hate myself for disobeying you, there's still a small part of me that understands why this has to happen...why we can't just go back to the way things were before.

"Seven...Ow...please..." My voice trails off into another sob, my body shuddering from the agony radiating through every inch of it. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this...but somehow, I know that you won't stop until you've made your point clear.

I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...I was lonely, and it seemed like fun at the time. I never meant for things to go this far...I promise I won't do it again, okay? Just please stop hurting me...I can't take any more.

My body is a mess of red and purple welts as I sit there in the warm water, sobbing quietly. My legs ache from where you hit them; every movement sends fresh waves of pain coursing through me. It's the worst punishment I've ever endured...and yet somehow, it feels like I deserved it.

I close my eyes and lean back against the bath, taking deep, shuddering breaths in an attempt to calm down. "Thank you...for not making me do that anymore," I whisper hoarsely, still not quite able to look at you. It hurts so much more emotionally than it does physically; knowing that I've lost your trust...that we can never go back to the way things were before. But I suppose this is what growing up looks like, isn't it? Learning that sometimes we have to accept the consequences of our actions...no matter how much it hurts.

Tears well up in my eyes as I hear your words; they're like balm on a wounded soul. A part of me still doesn't believe that you can forgive me...that we can go back to the way things were before all this happened. But hearing you say those words, promising that we'll find our way back together...it gives me hope. And right now, in the midst of all this pain and confusion, I think that might be the most precious gift you could possibly give me.

I take a shaky breath and finally summon the courage to look up at you. Your expression is full of love and understanding...and relief. For a moment, it feels like everything might actually be alright again. Maybe there really is a way for us to move past this...to heal from what we've done to each other and find our way back to being a family.

As your lips meet mine, an electric shock courses through my body; a shudder that runs the length of every nerve ending. My hands clench into fists at my sides, my muscles tensing in anticipation as I savor the feel of you against me. The taste of you on my tongue only serves to heighten the sensations racing through me, making it impossible for me not to respond to your touch.

As you bite down on my neck, my back arches off the bath, my moans muffled into your shirt. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing more insistent, a reminder that even after all of this...even with everything we've done to each other...there is still desire...still love waiting beneath the surface.