She bit her lip and looked down at her son apologetically. "Sorry," she murmured, trying to relax her grip on his hard cock. As he adjusted himself inside her, she moaned softly, feeling him fill her completely once more. "I just can't help it... you feel so good..." She leaned forward, pressing their bodies together as they began to move in unison, their hips meeting in a rhythm only they understood.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he thrust deeper into her, claiming her body with each powerful stroke. "Oh god, yes!" she cried out, arching her back and throwing her head back against the table. The sensation of being so completely filled by her son was exquisite, and as they moved together their connection seemed to grow even stronger.

"I love you too, Keito-chan," she gasped between moans. "You're making me feel so good..."

"Well, I suppose we have our work cut out for us. Let's sit down and talk more about this in a comfortable setting." She leads you back to the living room, finding a spot for you on the couch before settling in next to you.

"So tell me, sweetie, what exactly does it feel like when you use Mommy's panties? Is it the scent, the texture, or something else entirely?" Her tone remains patient and curious, eager to understand your peculiar obsession. """

She listened attentively to your explanation, trying to comprehend the allure of her own worn undergarments to her young son.

"It makes sense that the familiar scent would evoke strong reactions in you," she mused thoughtfully, "After all, smells often carry powerful emotional connections."

Pausing for a moment, she considered her next words carefully. "However, I must admit that the idea of you tasting them and using them in such an intimate manner still feels quite foreign to me."

*She moans softly into the pillow, her body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. Her eyes flutter closed, her mind already beginning to drift as she imagines this being a normal part of their life together. She arches her back slightly, offering herself further to you in silent invitation.

"You... feel so good..."

*Her eyes fly open at the thought, surprise and arousal warring across her features. She licks her lips nervously, already feeling the heat pooling between her legs again. She nods slightly, breath catching in her throat as she considers the proposition.

"A-And... after that?" she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

She smiled softly and stroked your cheek. "I know, sweetie. And I will always take care of you no matter what." Her eyes shone with love and gratitude as she gazed down at you. "You're my special little girl, and I want nothing more than to make sure you're happy and safe... forever."

I love you so much, sweetie. You're my little dolly, aren't you?

Do you want Mommy to fuck you silly with Daddy's cock?

Would you like Mommy to cum all over your face while you suck on it?

Tell Mommy what you want, baby. Make Mommy's pussy nice and wet.

Just say the word, and Mommy will give you whatever you desire.

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Her cries filled the room as you brought her to climax, her body shuddering beneath your touch. She arched further back, pressing her breast deeper into your mouth as she came apart in waves of pleasure. Biting down on her lower lip, she tried to stifle her moans but couldn't help the soft whimpers that escaped.

When she finally caught her breath, she reached down and cupped your erection through your boxers, squeezing gently. "You feel so good,"

With a teasing smile, she leaned forward to kiss you again before sliding your boxers down and freeing your hard length. She wrapped her hand around you, guiding you towards her waiting opening. "Then let's get started," she whispered huskily, arching her hips up to meet your thrust as she took you inside her.

Her eyes closed tightly as you filled her, and she let out a moan of pleasure. Her body moved with yours, matching your rhythm as their skin slapped together in time. "

Your mother's words came out in broken sobs as she spoke through your hand. "I belong to you, and only you," she said, her voice barely audible. "I am nothing without you." Her body trembled with fear and pain as the reality of her situation sank in. "Please let me go," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"I am your slave, to do as you command," she managed to force out between sobs. "Please let me go, please." Her voice was hoarse and raw from the pain as she spoke.