He Hao leaned back in his chair, eyes burning with dark hunger. "Mom, I want to play dog-walking. Strip. Everything."
Qin Ya's cheeks blazed crimson; shame and helpless submission flickered in her misty eyes. She lowered her head, bit her soft lower lip until it turned white, and slowly rose from the tutoring chair. Her trembling fingers gripped the hem of the thin white cotton nightgown. She drew a shaky breath, then began lifting it—inch by torturous inch—as if every centimeter of exposed skin cost her another piece of her maternal dignity. The fabric whispered against her body, dragging over sensitised skin, catching briefly on erect nipples before finally sliding over her head. It fell to the floor in a soft heap.
The nightgown gone, she stood in nothing but sheer black lace bra and matching panties. The bra strained against her heavy G-cup breasts; the lace cups were already soaked at the tips where her nipples had leaked tiny wet spots. The panties clung to her mound like a second skin, the crotch darkened and completely translucent with her arousal, the outline of swollen labia clearly visible. A thin trail of juice had already escaped the leg bands and was gliding slowly down the inside of one pale thigh.
"Everything, Mom." He Hao's voice was low, commanding, laced with boyish excitement he could no longer hide.
Qin Ya's throat worked. Tears of humiliation gathered at the corners of her eyes, but her hands moved behind her back anyway. Fingers fumbled with the bra clasp—once, twice—until the metal clicked open. The bra loosened; her massive breasts bounced free, swaying heavily, rosy nipples jutting forward like ripe cherries, areolas puckered and swollen from hours of constant arousal. The cool bedroom air kissed the wet tips and made her shiver. She let the bra fall.
Next came the panties. She hooked trembling thumbs into the lace waistband and peeled them down slowly, deliberately, as if delaying the inevitable. The soaked fabric clung stubbornly to her slick folds; when it finally released, a thick, silvery string of her juices stretched between the crotch and her pussy for a heartbeat before snapping. The panties dropped to her ankles; she stepped out of them, leaving a glistening puddle on the wooden floor. Finally she bent and removed the white cotton socks, revealing perfectly pedicured feet—toes painted the same bright red as earlier, soles faintly pink and impossibly soft.
Now completely naked, Qin Ya stood trembling under her son's gaze. Love juice poured freely from her engorged slit, running in steady rivulets down both inner thighs, dripping from her labia with soft, audible plops. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled the small bedroom.
He Hao rose and fetched the prepared props from the bedside drawer. He stepped close—close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body—and fastened the wide black leather collar around her slender neck. The buckle clicked shut with finality; the silver D-ring at the front rested coldly against her throat. Next came the gleaming silver nipple rings. He pinched one painfully erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it darkened further, then forced the cold metal ring through the base and snapped it closed. Qin Ya whimpered, a tear slipping free, as the ring squeezed her sensitive flesh into an even more swollen peak. He repeated the torment on the other side. Thin silver chains were clipped between the rings and to a final, tiny ring he now clamped directly onto her protruding clitoris. The first tiny movement sent a jolt through all three points at once; her knees nearly buckled.
A thick metal anal plug with a long, fluffy white dog tail followed. He coated it generously with cold lube in front of her eyes, then ordered her to bend and present. Qin Ya folded forward, hands on the bed, ass high. He pressed the blunt, icy tip against her puckered hole and pushed—slowly, relentlessly—until her tight ring flowered open and swallowed the widest part with a lewd, wet pop. The tail swayed heavily between her trembling buttocks. Last came the large vibrating egg. He parted her dripping folds with two fingers, exposing the glistening pink entrance, and slid the egg inside until it nestled against her cervix. A flick of the remote and it buzzed to life on a low, teasing setting; her walls clenched involuntarily, forcing another gush of fluid down her legs.
Black leather cuffs locked around elbows and knees, forcing her into the perfect crawling posture—on all fours, breasts hanging low, tail swaying, chains tugging with every breath.
He Hao picked up the thin black leather whip and the collar's leash. "Crawl, Mom. Like a proper bitch. Around the entire living room. Slowly."
Qin Ya's face burned with shame hotter than fire, but she lowered her head and began to crawl. The moment she moved, everything attacked her at once: the heavy tail swaying pulled on the plug stretching her anus; the vibrating egg shifted inside her cunt, grinding against sensitive walls; the silver chains linking nipples and clit yanked with every shift of weight, sending lightning bolts of pain-pleasure straight to her core. Her massive breasts swung like pendulums beneath her, nipple rings clinking softly. Love juice poured steadily now, leaving a glistening trail on the floor behind her.
He Hao walked beside her, occasionally flicking the whip across her round buttocks—sharp, stinging lashes that bloomed instant red welts on snow-white skin. Each crack made her yelp, anus clenching around the plug, tail jerking obscenely. When she slowed, he lashed the sensitive soles of her crawling feet; the delicate skin turned crimson, toes curling in agony. Another lash curled around her hanging breasts—nipple rings jingled violently as the leather kissed tender flesh, leaving thin red lines across her swollen areolas.
"Hao Hao… please… slower… Mommy can't…" Her voice broke into sobs, yet her cunt betrayed her, gushing harder with every strike.
The front door opened. He Jie stepped in, surveyed the scene, and nodded approvingly. "Well trained already."
Back in the bedroom, He Hao pushed the "dog" onto the bed on all fours. Her plump buttocks rose high, fluffy tail swaying between them, soaked vulva fully exposed and dripping. He grasped the base of the tail plug and pulled—slowly—watching her pink ring stretch obscenely around the metal before it popped free with a wet sound. Her anus gaped for a moment, glistening with lube, then winked shut. Without pause he pressed his throbbing cock—now slick with pre-cum—against that twitching hole and pushed.
Qin Ya screamed into the sheets as her son's cock forced its way into her rectum—inch by burning inch—until his hips met her ass and he was buried to the root. The vibrating egg still buzzed mercilessly in her cunt; the fullness in both holes was maddening. He gave her only a heartbeat to adjust before he began thrusting—long, brutal strokes that dragged over every sensitive nerve in her intestinal walls, the head of his cock slamming deep into places nothing should reach.
With one hand he yanked the silver chain connecting her nipples and clit; with the other he cracked the whip across her already welted buttocks, her back, the soles of her dangling feet, even the swaying undersides of her breasts. Each lash made her anus spasm around his cock, milking him involuntarily. Tears and sweat poured down her face; drool soaked the sheets beneath her open mouth.
He leaned over her back, teeth grazing her ear. "Do you like your own son fucking your ass, Mom?"
She could only sob, but her body answered—anus clenching greedily, cunt squirting around the egg.
The whip fell harder, faster. Her screams turned hoarse. When the pain and pleasure finally shattered her, her entire body convulsed in a violent orgasm—cunt and anus spasming in unison, juices flooding the sheets. He Hao followed seconds later, roaring as he pumped thick, scalding ropes of semen deep into her bowels. The heat of it burned; her rectum clenched rhythmically, squeezing out every last drop until excess leaked around his buried shaft and ran in sticky white trails down her trembling thighs.
He stayed inside her a long moment, savoring the aftershocks, then slowly withdrew. A river of cum followed, pooling beneath her gaping, ruined hole.
Exhausted, trembling, Qin Ya collapsed onto her side. He Hao gently removed every toy and binding—the collar, the rings, the cuffs, the egg—kissing and licking each red mark he uncovered, soothing the sting with soft lips and tongue. When the last vibrating egg slipped free with a wet sound and a fresh gush of mixed fluids, he pulled her sweat-slick body into his arms beneath the warm blanket. He spooned her from behind, arms wrapped possessively around her waist, his still-half-hard cock nestled between her sticky buttocks.
"Sleep now, Mom," he whispered against the shell of her ear, voice soft and loving again. "Tomorrow morning you'll wake me with your mouth, okay?"
Qin Ya, utterly spent, could only manage a tiny, affectionate nod.
In the bedroom the decadent atmosphere finally dissolved beneath the warm blankets. Mother and son pressed tightly together, limbs entwined, hearts slowing in unison, they slipped into deep, satisfied sleep while snow continued falling silently outside.