This story is a projection of my fetish of how I would make my mother my BDSM slave when I got to know about her dirty deeds.So, let’s start with he... description. My mom is a dusky beauty, 43 years old and she is a professor. Her name is Payal. She is quite modern, wears tight clothes and loves to show off her figure which is 34C-30-38. The story starts at a point when she got a new phone. She gave it to her son to complete all the data transfer from her old phone to the new one. While her son. "I think it's time for me to show you how much I lust for your gorgeous body," I said in a threatening monotone. "I'm going to grab hold of you and touch and taste every lustful bit that I can get my hands on, and I'm going to fuck you hard while you cum again and I'm going to fill your pussy so full you'll feel my cum dripping out of you and before we're even done cumming I'm gonna grab your hair like this and force you to go taste the heat of the mess we're making."As I spoke, I started. "Dex pulled back and flushed the sperm down his throat twice, then wiped his lips on the back of his hand. He sat on the edge of the bed a moment before pulling up his jeans and standing.Donnie watched him. "Wish your mom and my mom were here, Dex. Damn, that would be so hot." I know ... Not that I don't like it when you do it, but ... you know ... you're a guy..." Yeah ... still feels good, right?" Yeah, definitely. Don't tell anyone, alright?" My son pleaded."Who would I tell? Jeez, lighten. He fastened the chain through the headboard and said; “You can rest now while I do some exploring,” he then fastened on ankle to the footboard and walked out. She was asleep before he left the room. Jack came back after exploring the town and looked in at her. She hadn’t moved. He gave a little self-satisfied snort through his nose and went and made himself a martini. He came back to the bedroom and put the cold glass next to her side. She awakens with a shout. The chain and the ankle tie.