“Who do you think you are? Let me go.” She continued her protestations, squirming and putting on a show. Matt grabbed the belt from another bathrobe and bound it around her tits, remembering the path from the magazine photos he’d studied. Once the belt was secured, he grabbed the chiffon-like fabric and ripped it off her tits, ogling the bulging, heaving mounds and the incredible nipples.
He needed something to clamp and weight those obscenely thick long nubs. Ignorant of her BDSM toy drawers, he ran to the kitchen, where he yanked open a drawer and removed several implements. Rushing back to his bedroom, he held up two plastic clamps, used to seal bags, and let the strong springs close over his mother’s massive nipples. Janice screamed and came so hard that some of Matt’s cum from the panties dribbled out between her lips, falling to her tits and sliding down to the tormenting clamps before dripping onto her taut abs.
But there was still more to add to recreate Janice’s lurid scene as a teen on her knees, servicing her father. Matt attached a large, heavy metal carabiner to each of the clamps. Janice groaned in pain at the heavy weights, which bent and pulled her nipples. She was astounded at how much Matt was doing to her, and how fast. He was a natural Dom, just like the other men in her family. But she didn’t anticipate his next punishment.
He’d remembered last Halloween, when she’d dressed as a jockey, and now he held up the jockey’s leather crop that she’d used. The debased mother mewled in alarm. Matt slashed the crop into her tits, setting the carabiners to swinging wildly, the heavy tit flesh yielding inward to the force of the leather, the breasts wobbling from the impact, the two mounds swaying against each other or in unison, depending on how he struck them. After a half dozen strokes to each tit mound, her globes were well marked and she orgasmed again.
Matt had acted naturally, without even thinking. He derived immense pleasure from controlling her, from impressing upon her that years of bad motherhood were no longer acceptable, that there had to be an accounting, that the consequences would be ongoing, that from now forward she would be obedient to his every wish and subservient to his cock.
Without giving her time to recover, Matt yanked down his pajamas, knelt on a chair for height, and placed his dick on her lips and pushed. Her meaty lips instantly parted. Although a typical 6 inches, his shaft was unusually thick, but that was no problem for his mother, the experienced cocksucker. He face-fucked her for a couple of minutes and then exploded into her mouth, spurting the biggest load she’d ever taken, even bigger than her father’s.
Matt’s thick cock shot so long and so many times that, despite her avid swallowing, there was no way she could take it all. Clumps fell out of her mouth and splattered heavily all over her cropped tits. Finally he pulled out, leaving several long tendrils of cum and spit hanging from her lips before they splattered on her inflamed tits. Mother and son were both gasping, stunned at the ferocity and rapidity of both their first bondage together, first cropping and clamping, and first cocksucking.