Chapter 313 Her Cock Night:>>9

• After recovering, he removed the ice pack, reluctantly untied her ankles, lifted her and carried her into her bedroom, a trail of cum falling on his bedroom floor, the hallway and her room. As he settled her on the bed, her arms around his neck, she said, "Goodnight, honey," much to his surprise, and pulled him in to kiss her, mouth wide open for his tongue. The kiss lasted longer than the night before.
• "Sweet dreams," he said, "and I really appreciate your coming in to say goodnight to me this week."
• "Well, I like it too," she slurred, the picture of innocence. "Doctor's orders," she said with a smile. Back in his room, he was dimly aware of his clothes, still lying on the floor. He was treating his own mother like a receptacle for his cum. She liked being tied, with him (the "Doctor") in control, and he was treating her more and more like a slut available to do his bidding. His own, personal, cum-slut-mother . . . The other night, when he'd bound her breasts so tightly with the clamp, she had not uttered a single objection at the obvious discomfort. Perhaps he'd think of some way to cause her actual pain?