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Mother and Son: The Social Experiment

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26:21 min - Mar 22 - .MP4 - 1.27 GB

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Mother and Son: The Social Experiment Baby, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me and I want to let you know, I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it. It turns me on to know that you get a rush at the sight of my cleavage, and that your trousers feel tighter if I brush up against you. To tell you the truth, I’ve been finding ways to get a rise out of you for sometime now. I hope you don’t think it too wicked of me that I have been teasing you on purpose. I’ve watched you, almost studied you, to see what type of activity gets the most reaction, which outfits you prefer, and what types of interaction drive you the craziest. Well, my little social experiment is over, I have my results, I know what you like and baby, I’m here to give you exactly what you want, whenever you want it. It was a few weeks back that I started to notice that you liked this particularly type of outfit. I guess the way it gripped to my body, how it pushed my breasts together and how it showed off my legs, just made a mess out of you. I started to realize that whenever I wore this style of outfit, your evening masturbation sessions became more regular. But, I wanted to play more; I wanted to see how far I could take it. For instance, could I engineer a situation where you would be constantly turned on for days at a time? Would there be a way to keep you on the edge without you being able to find any release? Thinking about it now, it seems a little mean what I did to you, but baby, don’t be mad; I’m sure you’ll thank me before the day is over. To develop the experiment, I explored different ways of interacting with you. I tried playing the stern matriarch, and I was somewhat pleased with the results. It curbed your masturbation, but too stern, too strict and domineering and you would stop playing altogether. That wouldn’t do, I wanted you to be in a constant state of lust without the ability to climax. So, I tried sweet and playful. That had almost the opposite effect. Judging from the state of your clothes in the laundry pile, I’m guessing it made you jerk yourself into frenzy, heaven knows how much you must have cum each day. I continued to experiment until I found the correct mix. I opted for a playful, caring, and doting mother – the type that would laugh at all your jokes, compliment you on how big and strong you were getting. I would let my hair tickle your chest and cheeks as I lent in for a hug. I would be sure to let my hands trace the side of your thighs as we sat together watching a movie. Every now and then I would allow my fingernails to push into your naked flesh as I whispered something a little provocative in your ear. Did you find it odd that you started finding pairs of my dirty panties in your clean laundry pile? Did you fin it even stranger that no matter how much you masturbated you could never reach climax? I have another confession to make darling, I have been using Neuro-Linguistic Programming on you to make it impossible for you to cum. How long has it been now? A month? Wow, a month of furious, relentless masturbation, where you’ve remained in a state of optimum lust, but without the ability to explode. Well darling, I have a very special treat for you, a little reward shall we say, for being such a good and receptive subject. baby, tonight and from this day forth, I am all yours, available for you to use me whenever and wherever you desire
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