Your accept your fate.

Defeated, heaving, and almost snivelling, her strong hands victimizing your depraved cock and testicles, "I... I... I'm sorry, mom..." you withdraw softly.

"Good boy." She smiles warmly, "Honey, I'm doing this for you... understand?" sheathing your cock in her cleavage, petting its purple head tenderly.

"Yes... *moan*... mom..." As a Genesith who has lived on this planet for centuries, your mother is exceptionally skilled at making you moan.

"Alright, you sweet studmuffin, I'm going to get the bonds, stay here alright?" Kissing you softly on the lips, she leaves to retrieve the equipment.

Confused, drooling, your head unsteady, your gaze accidentally stumbles upon the sight of your glorious cock.

Your cock, its base bound excruciatingly tight with your mother's stocking, thick, strong veins bulging along its powerful, beautiful shaft, exaggerated by the bondage... Its head, shining in your pre, purple, its urethra releasing a stream of liquid, sliding down and around your magnificent pole.

It jerks and bounces rhythmically, its size bigger than you've ever remembered, in fact, its rigidity so intense that you feel as if you could answer a sword fight with it...

"I'm here, sweetie!" Your mother returns, her body hugged in lush erotic lingerie, "... ohh... m... mom?" you moan, your tortured cock attempting to harden even further at the sight of your intensely erotic mother, her cleavage wrapped in a red lacy bra, a garter belt stretching around her smooth abdomen, her beautiful legs clad in vulgar, but classy, stockings...

Bringing with her, straps, boxes... bras and panties, stockings...

"Mom..." You whine, flushed hotly, wiggling uncomfortably from **** craving.

"Relax, sweetie." Your mother approaches you, her sweet quim emanating a musky smell that keeps you passive, always. Skillfully, like a professional, she unwinds the stockings, tying your legs, arms and muscular chest with them against the chair, wrapping and binding, making masterful knots. Bringing the straps, she straps your limbs tightly, reinforcing the nylon stockings, bounding you securely to the chair.

"Mom..." You wail questioningly.

"Shush, honey." She responds, shoving a handful of panties in your gaping mouth and gagging your salivating hole with a bit gag.

"Mmff... mmfftt..." You try to mumble, the scent of her lingerie relaxing your tensed muscles, consequently forcing you to approach orgasm, however, it is blocked by the impossibly tight seal at the base, tied by your mother's experienced fingers.

Almost finishing, she sits on your tied lap, her hot pussy causing you to fidget. Wrapping a panty around your cock, its crotch stretched tautly over your purple, bulging head.

She cups your chin, "Cutey, look at mommy." she coaxes. You look at her, face burning from embarrassment, finding her beautiful, loving eyes, "In order for me to perform the curse on my studmuffin's sweet lollipop..." her free ungloved hand rubbing your panty covered damp cockhead, "I have to bring you to the height of desire..." her other hand releasing your previously cupped chin, mildly patting a thick, strong vein running across your shaft, "And I have to ruin your orgasm as I cum... *kiss*... all over... *kiss*... my sweet... *kiss*... studmuffin, my delicious son... mwah." covering your face with kisses, flicking a long nail against your veiny shaft.

"Mmmmfftt... mmfftt... mmff..." You attempt to protest, almost sobbing, bound, and completely helpless. Your cock, painful, but experiencing profound pleasure only the former Queen of Trupia can provide, your loving, amorous mother.