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She told me that a few days later, during the week, she’d been straightening up his bedroom after he’d left for school when she’d seen several bondage magazines under his bed. All the covers featured mature brunettes like her and were splattered with the residue of his cum. The scent was intoxicating to her. Fascinated, she sat on his bed and tried to open the magazine with the cover submissive who most resembled her. But the pages were so sticky that she had to force it open, ripping several pages in her haste. She knew that Matt would know she’d been snooping and found his stash.

Inside was a pictorial with a sultry, busty, short-haired brunette MILF, her features resembling Janice, her big tits bound and marked, her fat nipples clamped by a much younger man. Unable to resist, she looked through the entire article, which ended with the woman kneeling, her dark hair, sweat-drenched face and whipped tits coated with streaks of thick white gunk. She was shocked – and highly excited. Sitting on Matt’s bed, she started getting herself off by slapping her tits, graduated to smacking her pussy, and finished by pumping three fingers into her cunt while wringing her nipples.

That evening, a Tuesday, Matt arrived home unusually late. Janice had already changed into one of her slutty, inappropriate baby dolls. As soon as he entered, she asked him to come upstairs to his room. She sat down on his bed and he walked in, standing in front of her, his groin at her eye level. “Where did you get these?” she demanded, brandishing the BDSM magazine.

“From friends,” he said, delighted that his scheme had worked. “I know all about it now. I assume that you studied each and every page in every issue, right?”

She swooned with arousal, avoiding his eyes in shame. “You shouldn’t know about this,” she said weakly – and hypocritically.

“Why not? Last Saturday night, I came home quietly. I saw you kneeling in your bedroom, your tits all roped and marked, nipple chains hanging, sucking his dick. You loved it.” Now Matt understood she might have left her bedroom door open on purpose.

But Janice lost it. Without thinking, she reached up and slapped Matt’s left cheek with her right hand. When Matt saw her move to slap his other cheek with her other hand, he tried to grab her wrists and they tussled. The neckline of her taut baby doll ripped. He yanked her up to her feet, pushed her against the railing at the foot of her bed and forced her arms behind it, grabbing the belt from his bathrobe, joining her wrists and tying them together behind the railing. Her big tits were tilted up and her toned legs had extended out, spread wide. The ripped baby doll had slid down several inches, the tops of her heaving tits thrust out at him. She was crazed with excitement and lust.

“How dare you slap me?” he said, and slapped one of her heavy tits and then the other. “Obviously, bondage runs in the family. So if you got off on being a slut to your father, you’ll love doing it again with your son. I guess I’m just like Grandfather.”

“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.

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