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Chapter 9 by entropy50607

Do you drop to your knees?

Your mother drops to her knees.

Waves of fiery warmth scorching through your body, you manage to stand, your back against the doors, your cock bouncing, flinging a strand of pre onto your mother's thick thighs.

Your mother, however, slumps, her lush legs shaking, dropping on her knees in front of you, her hands reaching out lewdly to grab your cock.

You block her hands, holding them by their wrists, "Mom... you always tease me like this... but if you were a good mother, you would stop teasing... and get to work."

"I'm sorry, darling... but you're just so irresistible... let mommy make it up to you..." She almost pleads.

"Stop fidgeting." You command, steadying yourself, her gloved wrists held firmly by you. Aligning your big, strong cock to your mother's soft lips, an aroma spreads to her nose, the aroma that keeps your mother on her knees.

"Mom, look at what you've done..." You tell her, your bouncing rod scraping her quivering chops, slapping her mouth lightly, ropes of pre connecting.

"Darling..." Your mother, kneeling, her wrists captured, stays perfectly still, "I'm sorry... I... I-"

"Don't speak." You interrupt, and she stops, "Now, mom, let's address me properly." your cock grazing over her hot lips ever so lightly.

"Yes, sweet-, my King." Her honeyed flaps opening to speak quietly, webs of saliva forming inside her scalding mouth, completely overwhelmed with lust by your sexually powerful body and Godly cock.

"That's better..." Your hand reaching to stroke your mother's beautiful face, wiping your fingers over her delicious saliva, "You're so dirty, mom..."

Knowing better, she refuses to speak until told otherwise, "Mom... you always pride yourself on what an affectionate mother you are... show me."

Understanding, she wraps her lush, rich lips around your cockhead, her tongue aggressively swirling around its bulging head, greedily slurping and drinking your pre.

Sensing that your mother may be enjoying this more than you do, you slap her lightly on the cheek, "My mom is such a slutty whore every time she's locked in here with me..." she moans, her face a deep shade of red, her eyes shut in the mess of emotions, love, humiliation, intense lust...

What's next?

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