She's finished smothering you

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson now,” Martha says, looking down at you as you lie there helpless on the ground. “Besides, we’ve both got needs.”

She turns her back on you.

“Enough smothering, it’s time for another kind of fun,” she tells you. “Time to undress your queen.”

Nervously you get to your feet, wondering whether this is just another trick before she smothers you once more, though the thought of undressing Martha takes your breath away anyway.

“Hurry, worm. I can’t wait. I need to get out of this bodystocking, I’m so, so hot.”

She not’s kidding. Your hands move to her neck, taking hold of the bodystocking and rolling it down over her shoulders, her freckled flesh glistening with perspiration.

“Come closer,” she says, and you find yourself pressed against her hot body. “Kiss me as you undress me.”

You lean your head forward to kiss her neck, her red hair brushing against your face, while your hands move down her body, rolling the bodystocking over her fulsome breasts.

“I can feel your excitement,” she says, and so can you. “I can’t wait any longer.” Neither can you. “Just rip it off. Use your teeth. Your queen commands you.”

Your hands pull at the nylon, her nails rip ladders in her costume, and soon you’re kneeling on the floor in front of her, the material between your teeth, as she stands there in front of you in all her glory.

She steps out of the remains of the bodystocking, and turns on the spot. displaying to you her stunning body that’s been pressed against you so often recently. You want to press against it once more, feeling her body once again, feel the flesh that's now been uncovered.

She looks down at you, a large smile on her face.

“Want to feel this mother’s love, worm,” she says, her hands playing with her ample breasts. “Want to fuck me?”