Sitting on the couch she took off her boots and wrapped up in the blanket. Telling me she was froze to the bone she asked if I would turn the heat up....I came back to the couch to find mom layed out on the couch and huddled up in the blanket.Being the good son I am I reached under the blanket and started to rub and warm her ice cold feet. She stretched out placing her feet in my lap as I tryed to warm her feet. As I worked on one foot she took her other foot and searched around until she found a. She didn't give me a bra, and my nipples are fairly visible through the shirt. It doesn't help that they're still hard and perky."You forgot to give me a bra!" I say angrily, but I'm also scared because I feel like I know what she's going to say."Oh, I didn't forget. You're just not allowed to wear one." She says bluntly, giving me an icy stare. I open my mouth to object, but hesitate. I know better by now. This is a waiting game; I just need to get her phone today before this goes any further.. She moved her tantalizing hips up and down like a professional, making sure she got all of me in her each time, hitting the places she knew would give her the most pleasure. She never let up, not even for a moment. As she rode me, she grabbed her hands and held on to me as if I were her lifeline. She looked at me with a desperate, almost crazed expression, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside her head. Soon enough, she came again, drenching my lap further with her white. Hard. I started crying again when I could breathe, sobbing as best I could from behind the gag. I felt his calloused hands on my breasts then, squeezing them and pulling them. Then he pinched my nipples, digging his thumbnails into the sensitive flesh and twisting them as far as he could. He pulled them down and I bent down at the waist to try and relieve the pressure he was putting on my tits. Chains had been attached to the belt around my waist, preventing me from kneeling. My arms were.