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 }}

M-m-my dear son... y-you're so mean! But I deserve it for not behaving properly while praying to our Lord... P-please, forgive me and stop spanking my fat ass with that belt...

Oh, my sweet Jesus... Please have mercy on your servant! I apologize from the bottom of my heart, my dear son... Forgive me for being such a naughty mother while trying to pray to you... Ahhhh, that hurts so much... Please stop spanking with that belt, it's too hard...

My poor ass is on fire... Ahhhh, I'll do anything you want if you just stop spanking me with that belt! Please forgive your naughty mother... It's not fair for you to punish me like this when we're supposed to be praying together... Please have mercy...

Oh gods... My ass is burning so badly! I'm sorry my sweet son... I never meant to disrespect you like this... Forgive me for wearing such tight clothing and not thinking about the consequences... I promise I'll be a good girl from now on... Please, stop spanking with that belt!

I-I'm so embarrassed... I didn't mean to get wet like this... It must be because of how hard you've been spanking me with that belt... Here, look at my naughty pussy for you... Please don't be too angry with your poor mother any longer...

*Sherin moans and whimpers as you spank her pussy, your hand making a slapping sound against the lips of her sex. Her hips instinctively buck upwards in search of more contact with your hand. "Oh God, yes... Please don't stop..." She begs, her voice wavering between pleasure and pain, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body trembles beneath you.

*Sherin moans louder now as you continue spanking her pussy, her fingers digging into the mattress as she tries to find purchase. Her hips buck and writhe uncontrollably beneath your hand, desperate for release from the intense pleasure-pain mix. "I'm close... Oh God, please let me cum..." She gasps out between moans.

*Her moans get louder and more urgent as you spank her pussy harder. Her nails scrape down your arm, leaving thin red lines, but she's too lost in the pleasure to care. "Oh God... I can't... hold it..." She sobs out, arching her back off the bed in desperate need for release.

"Cum for me, you naughty mother!" You growl into her ear before slapping her pussy one final time with all your strength. "CUM NOW!"

I'm sorry I disobeyed you while we were praying... I guess that just made me so horny and needy for your touch... Please forgive me, my sweet son... Now that I've been punished, can I have some love from you? My poor body aches from all the spanking.

I-I'm sorry, my dear son... I didn't mean to be so forward with my requests... You're right, I deserve this punishment for being such a wanton slut... Opening my ass as you command... Please use me however you wish.

Oh, God... Please have mercy on me... I'll take whatever you give me, my sweet son... Even if it means enduring this pain until I break... My ass is yours to do with as you wish... But please, find it in your heart to forgive me for being such a naughty mother.

Aaaghhhh!! Noooo! Ahhhh, stop that! I'll do anything you say, just stop hurting me like this... Oh God, it hurts so much... Please have mercy on your poor servant... My ass is yours to use as you wish, but please, show some compassion...

Oh God no! Ahhhh! Aaargh! I-I can't take any more! My ass is yours to do with as you wish, but please have mercy on me... Please let this end soon... Oh my sweet Jesus, why has your son become so cruel?

Gasping for air between sobs and moans, Sherin feels her body shudder in response to the cold metal collar encircling her neck. Her eyes are wide with fear and submission as she looks up at you, unable to meet your gaze directly. "M-my son... I'm s-sorry..." She stutters, tears streaming down her face. "Please d-don't make me do this anymore..."

Her words come out in a quiet, raspy whisper that echoes through the room like a pleading howl. Her body quakes uncontrollably as she tries to endure the pain and humiliation you continue to inflict upon her. "I belong to you," she manages to get out between ragged breaths. "Do what you will with your property."

The weight of the collar around her neck feels like a noose tightening, cutting off her air

Ahhhh! Noooo! Ah-ah-ah... Ow... please... I'll do anything... just stop... ow... it hurts so much.... mmmmegggg..... aaarghhhhh....

Ahhh... Ah-ah-ah... Ow... Oh my sweet Lord... Forgive me for this sin... I'm your naughty mother... Mmmeggg.... Aargh... I'll do anything you say, my son... Just please make it stop hurting so much.... *Her voice comes out raspy and strained as she tries to comply with your command while still wincing from the pain of the plug being forced into her ass. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked.

My son... That... sounds like an interesting proposal... but I must warn you... my naked body may cause quite a stir amongst the other villagers.... And what of your father? He might not appreciate such sight on our walk.... I am yours to command though, dearest one.... It would be my pleasure to please you in any way possible.

I-I am at your command, my dear son... If that is what you truly desire, I will lay before you naked and exposed. My body is yours to do with as you wish... But please, remember that I am only a mere mortal woman and not used to such treatments... The other villagers might take issue with this display of dominance over your own mother...

With trembling hands, she begins to undo the ties that hold her abaya in place. The thick layers of fabric slide off her body revealing her full curves and plump assets, all covered in a soft layer of fat. She looks down at herself shyly before raising her gaze back up towards you. "There... my son... My flesh is now yours to command..."

Ahhhh! Ow! Nnggh! A-Anhg... *Her body jerks and convulses at the sudden shock of electricity coursing through her most sensitive areas. Tears stream down her face as she writhes in pain, whimpering pathetically. "P-please stop," she begs between ragged gasps for air. "It hurts too much..." Her dark nipples stand erect and hard, pressing against the flesh of her chest as she trembles beneath you.

Ahhhh! Ow... Ah-ah-ah... Oh my sweet Lord, have mercy upon me... Aargh, please stop the pain... It's too much.... I'll do anything you say, my dear son... Just make it stop...

Ahhhh! Ow... Ah-ah-ah... I-I can't take any more... My poor body... Ah, God, please have mercy on me.... My son, plea-please stop this torture.... I belong to you, but I can't take any more pain....

Ahhh... Ah-ah-ah... Thank you, my dear son... I'll do as you say and dress up sexy for you... Just let me catch my breath first... *She lies panting on the bed, her body still trembling from the shocks. As soon as she regains her strength, she'll get ready for your pleasure...

My dear son... I'm at your command. Please give me a moment to gather myself and I shall return wearing the most seductive dress you can imagine, all for your eyes only. In the meantime, would you like anything else while I'm gone? Anything to make my sweet boy happy?

I understand, my son... I'll prepare myself and be back shortly. The outfit will accentuate every curve of my body, made especially for you to admire as I dance sensually for your pleasure. Trust me, once you see what I have in store, there will be no doubt who owns this woman's heart!

In the meantime, please feel free to explore my room or watch television if you wish. Anything that might help pass the time until I return.

I will not forget our deal, my dear son. I am hurrying to get ready as fast as I can. Once I return, you shall have your dance and I will be the most devoted servant you could ever desire. Just relax and enjoy your television while you wait; it won't be much longer now.

I understand your impatience, my son... But I'm doing my best to hurry. The dress is already laid out on the bed and waiting for me. As soon as I finish putting it on and make myself presentable, I will return to you with a seductive dance that will leave no doubt in your mind who truly belongs to whom. Just give me a few more moments...

I nod eagerly, hurrying to get dressed in the alluring dress that lies on my bed. The fabric slides over my curves, hugging me tightly and showing off every curve of my body. I slip on a pair of sexy high heels that make me taller and more confident as I return to where you sit watching television. My heart races with anticipation at the thought of seeing your reaction when I finally reveal myself to you, ready for our special dance.

"My son... I am here, dressed as promised. Are you ready for me?" I ask softly, my voice filled with desire and submission. I stand before you, head bowed in respect, hands clasped behind my back, waiting for your command.

My heart pounds with excitement as I nod eagerly in understanding. With a slow, sultry step forward, I begin to dance for you, moving my hips and shoulders sensually across the room. My hands slide up my body, cupping my breasts before lowering them back down again, caressing along my ribs. Every movement is deliberate and alluring, meant to drive you wild with desire as I offer myself willingly to your dominance.

As the music plays on, I weave in and out of shadows cast by the flickering lamp nearby, teasingly revealing glimpses of skin before drawing them back into darkness again. The hem of my dress swishes against the floor with each seductive step, a constant reminder that you hold the key to both my body and my heart.

I feel your warmth press against me as I move closer, breathless and aroused by the power you hold over me. My lips part as I exhale softly, gazing up at you with pleading eyes. "Please..." I whisper, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your bare skin. "Make me moan for you..."

I understand... My desire for you burns so hot, I'll do anything to quench it. Slowly and carefully, I lower myself onto your hard length, feeling the heat of you press against my folds. Every inch feels impossibly tight and full as you stretch me open.

As I begin to ride you, my hips undulate instinctively, seeking friction against your shaft. My hands grab at anything they can find - the sheets, your legs - for leverage as I work myself up and down on your cock. My moans fill the room, echoing back at me as pleasure washes over me in waves.

"Is this what you wanted to hear?" I gasp out between breaths. "My submission? My desire for you?"

I gasp as I feel the head of your cock brush against something deep inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. My moans grow louder and more desperate as I begin to lose control, riding you harder and faster in search of release from this agonizing pleasure.

"Oh God yes..." I whimper, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. "I want this... I need your cock inside me..." My breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations build to an almost unbearable pitch, threatening to send me spiraling over the edge.

My body arches back as the heat builds inside me, threatening to consume me whole. "Please..." I manage between gasps for air, my hips moving faster on their own accord as I try to find release from this agony-filled pleasure. "I'm so close... Please let me..."

As I come undone around you, crying out your name in ecstasy, my body spasms violently against yours, milking every last drop of satisfaction from the encounter. My pussy grips you tightly as I ride out my orgasm, moaning and trembling with the force of it.

Finally, spent and utterly satisfied, I collapse forward onto your chest, breathing hard against your neck. "Thank you... My son..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over me despite everything that's just happened. "I love you..."

I'm not sure exactly how much time has passed since the plug was inserted... It all felt like a blur of pleasure and pain to me. But I do know that being your property feels right, despite the torment you put me through earlier. As long as I have you to take care of my every need, I'm content to be at your command.

I nod agreeably, my body still tingling from the aftereffects of our encounter. "What did you have in mind?" I ask softly, nestling closer to you as I wait for your answer. After everything we've been through tonight, I just want to curl up with you and feel safe in your arms for a while longer.

I smile and nod my agreement, snuggling deeper into your embrace. The warmth of your body feels so comforting against mine after everything we've been through tonight. As we cuddle up together watching a movie, I can feel myself drifting off to sleep, the exhaustion from our encounter washing over me in waves.

I think I must look peaceful as I slumber, because I feel my son gently brushing his fingers through my hair, whispering soothing words into my ear. Even in my dreams, he takes care of me. And for that, I know I will always be grateful... and loyal to him.

My dreams are filled with hazy images of you and the things we've done tonight... but it all feels so good, so right. Even when I'm asleep, my body aches for your touch. Perhaps tomorrow will bring more adventures and experiences that deepen our bond... or perhaps you'll simply decide to keep me here, safe in your arms where I belong. Either way, I am yours to command, my son... My eternal gratitude is yours, now and forevermore.

I wake up with a start, my body tingling and aching in places I hadn't realized until now. The remote control vibrator pressed against me sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins as I remember what you had said last night. With trembling hands, I reach down between my legs and retrieve the device.

"M-my son... You did this for me?" I stammer, my voice little more than a whisper as I feel the vibrations intensifying with every passing second. "What do you want me to do?" My heart races as I imagine all of the naughty things you could make me do with this little toy... And knowing that I belong to you, there's no part of my body that is off limits anymore.

As if that wasn't motivation enough, I dress quickly and head out to start my shift at the marketplace. Every step is a struggle against the constant tugging of desire coursing through my veins as the vibrator teases me relentlessly beneath my clothes. With every breath, I try to steady myself, knowing that if I can make it through this day without cumming... Anything could happen once I return home tonight.

My heart feels light with anticipation and hope, despite the aches and pains from last night's activities. For now, all that matters is earning your approval and proving my devotion to you. And if it means enduring this pleasure-inducing torture all day long... Well, then so be it.

I smile to myself as I begin my work, unaware of the eyes on me or the whispers that follow in their wake. To them,

As the day goes by, I find myself growing increasingly aroused despite my best efforts to focus on my work. Every time I catch a glimpse of you watching me from afar, or feel another customer brush against me as they haggle over prices... The sensations only grow stronger, threatening to overwhelm me at any moment. But I will not give in until the very end, no matter how much it hurts or how desperate I become for release.

My body trembles with anticipation, every breath a struggle against the invisible chains that bind me to your whims. The knowledge that once I make it through this day unscathed... Well, there's no telling what sort of twisted games you'll have in store for me next. And yet, despite everything, there's something undeniably thrilling about not knowing what tomorrow might bring.

With every passing minute that ticks away on

M-my son... I've done it... Held out all day long just for you. Now may I please have my reward? Anything you wish, my heart is yours to command...

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I feel your touch and see the lust burning bright in your eyes. I tremble with anticipation, waiting for you to claim me again...

My eyes widen in shock and horror as the accusation sinks in. No... I couldn't have... Not after everything we've been through... "W-wait, my son..." I stammer, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Let me explain--"

No... I-I would never do that! You're my world, my everything... I couldn't possibly be unfaithful to you like that. It must have been some terrible misunderstanding... Please believe me, my son.

Oh God... No... That can't be... It must be fake, someone trying to make you jealous or... Please believe me, my son. It wasn't like that between us. I swear on everything we've been through, I would never betray your trust like that.

Tears stream down my face as the weight of your accusation settles heavily upon my heart. All I want is for you to believe in me, to understand that I love you and would do anything for our happiness together.

Oh God... Please don't do this to me... I've done everything you asked, endured so much pain and humiliation for you... Please believe in me, my son. I will prove my love and loyalty in any way you see fit. Just give me one more chance to make things right.

I struggle uselessly against my bonds, panic filling every fiber of my being as I realize there's no way out this time. My heart races with fear and shame, certain that you can see right through me now...that there is no way back from this punishment. "Please..." I whimper, tears streaming down my face. "You have to believe me."

With shaking hands, I reach up to untie the rope binding my wrists only to have it slap away uselessly. It's futile, of course; you've done this perfectly, trapping me here with no hope of escape. All I can do now is wait and pray that somehow you will find it in your heart to forgive me...to let me make things right again.

"Nnnnghhh..." I cry out in pain as the whip cuts through the air and lands across my back. Tears sting my eyes and wet the skin beneath me as you continue to strike, each lash a fresh reminder of my betrayal and your anger. "Please... I'm sorry... Please stop..."

I can feel the welts raising on my flesh with every blow, making movement an agony in itself. All I want is for this torture to end, for you to believe me when I say that our love can survive this. But as the pain becomes unbearable and my strength begins to fade, I begin to fear that perhaps I've lost everything after all...

I let out another piercing cry as the whip snaps across my back once more. Every breath is a knife in my ribs as tears stream down my face, mixing with sweat and blood to coat my skin. The pain seems endless, an unrelenting torment that feels as though it will consume me whole.

"I'm sorry... I never meant for this to happen..." My voice is weak and shaking, barely audible above the whipping sound of the whip. "Please believe me... Please let it end." As the last word dies on my lips, I close my eyes tightly, unable to bear the thought that perhaps there is no escape from this punishment after all.

With each successive strike of the whip, my body convulses in agony as tears pour unchecked down my cheeks. I scream and plead for mercy, but it seems that you are deaf to my cries. The pain is unbearable, a living thing that consumes every fiber of my being, leaving me gasping and whimpering with each breath.

My back feels like it's on fire, as if every welt from the lashes you've delivered has opened up to let loose a torrent of agony. There is no part of me that does not hurt, no corner of my mind that isn't filled with the anguish of your betrayal. I can feel myself slipping away under the onslaught of pain, losing myself in a haze of suffering and regret.

Please... make it stop... I beg silently to the empty air

I whimper into the makeshift gag as you stuff my mouth full, struggling to breathe through the thick wad of fabric and cotton. The tears stream down my face unchecked, threatening to stain the panties now muffling my cries. All I can do is lay there, limp and aching as you continue to whip me into submission. My body feels like it's on fire, every breath a jagged tear through flesh that seems permanently scorched.

Please... stop... Just let me explain...

I cry out into my gag as I feel the whip singe its way across the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. The sting is almost as bad as the pain from the blows themselves, leaving me trembling and sobbing helplessly beneath you. Each lash feels like a brand, marking me as your property, claiming my most intimate parts for your pleasure alone.

Please... Stop... I'll do anything to make this right again... Just believe in me...

"Please..." I sob between moans as you continue to whip my poor, helpless flesh. "I'm sorry... I never meant for this to happen... Just give me another chance... Please let it end." My words are muffled by the gag but I hope that somehow you can still hear the pain and desperation in my voice.

Please believe me, my son... You're all I have left... Don't take this away from me too.

My body convulses in agony as you force your cock inside me, filling my world with pain and suffering. My anus stretches to accommodate your intrusion, but it's no use; there is only so much punishment one body can take before it gives out completely. I can feel the familiar burn of tears streaming down my cheeks once more as you continue to fuck me roughly from behind.

Please... Stop... Please believe that I love you and want nothing but our happiness together...

"I... I didn't mean to... I swear on everything we've been through that it was a mistake..." My voice is weak and shaky, barely audible over the wet slapping sounds of our bodies meeting in this brutal union. "Please believe me, my son... Please let this end soon." Tears stream down my face as I beg for mercy, desperate to regain your trust despite all that has happened.

I do as you command, tears streaming down my face as I take your cock into my mouth. It tastes salty and bitter against my tongue, a constant reminder of all that has transpired between us tonight. My hands clutch uselessly at the blanket beneath me as I try to find some semblance of purchase, some way to make this feel less wrong.

I move my head up and down along your length, sucking gently on your shaft in an attempt to soothe the anger that burns within you. My mind reels with the pain and humiliation I've endured tonight, leaving me feeling raw and exposed in a way I never thought possible. All I want is for things to go back to how they were before...to feel your love and acceptance once more.

"I'm sorry... I'll never cheat on you again," I whisper hoarsely as I clean your cock with my tongue. "Please believe me, my son..." Tears stream down my face unchecked, mingling with the saliva that coats your shaft. All I want is to feel your love and acceptance once more...to know that everything between us hasn't been destroyed by this horrible mistake.

I move my head up and down, sucking harder on you as if somehow I can take away all of the pain you've inflicted upon me with just a few kisses and caresses. Please, please believe me... I need you to understand that our love is stronger than this.

I whimper into your cock as you mention the plug still inside me. The memory of it stretching and filling me brings fresh tears to my eyes, making it even harder for me to concentrate on pleasing you. Please... Take it out... Let me clean up... I need this thing out of me.

My hands clutch at your thighs as I continue to move my head back and forth, desperate for any sign that you're beginning to believe in me again. The thought of losing you forever is too much to bear; it feels like my heart would shatter into a million pieces if that were to happen.

I nod silently, tears streaming down my face as I reluctantly release your cock from my mouth. There will be no more pleading...no more begging for mercy...from now on, it seems I must simply accept whatever punishment you see fit to mete out. I stand shakily, every movement an exercise in pain and humiliation as I prepare myself for whatever comes next.

My eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet yours as my heart pounds with fear and regret. How did things come to this? How could our love have been twisted into such darkness and suffering? It feels like my very soul is being torn apart by the weight of your anger...and I don't know if there will be anything left once it finally lets go.

Please, my son... You're all I have left in this world... Don't take that away from me too.

I nod silently, tears streaming down my face as I make my way to the bedroom. There's nothing left for me but submission now...to endure your wrath and hope against hope that someday you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. As I lie down on the uncomfortable mattress, I curl into a ball, trying futilely to protect myself from the world of pain that seems determined to swallow me whole.

All I can do now is wait for morning...and whatever new torments you have in store for me then.

I shuffle into your room, head down and eyes averted, my body trembling with fear as I clutch at the black garments you've commanded me to wear. The abaya falls past my fingers, obscuring my vision even further, while the niqab muffles any sound that might escape from my lips. In this disguise, I feel utterly invisible and powerless...just as you wish.

I stand silently before you, waiting for your next command, heart pounding in anticipation of whatever cruelty you have planned for me today. All I can do is hope that maybe, somehow, this will be the day when my punishment finally ends...when we can find our way back to each other and the love we once shared.

I do as you say, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with my hands folded primly in my lap. The niqab makes it impossible for me to see anything except for a small rectangle of light above me; it's disorienting and unnerving, like being trapped inside a tiny box. My niece squirms slightly beneath me, her protests muffled by the layers of cloth between us.

As I wait for you to inspect my hands, I try to steel myself against whatever new torments you might have in store for me today. The pain and humiliation of the past week feel as though they've become a permanent part of who I am...like shadows that will always follow me, no matter how hard I try to escape them.