Pretending to be my classmate gets disciplined by mother stockings

Author: wjxwjx
Word count: 5439
Time goes back to the present, the mother who has passed the age but has been carefully cared for is as good as the 28 years, but there is a little bit of calm and arrogant arrogance in every frown and smile. As a mother who has long stopped worrying about money, her mother trains slaves for her own hobby. She even formed a Queen’s Club, allowing those rich ladies to experience the pleasure of trampling men under their feet. With this, her mother’s reputation is even greater, but not many know her true identity. Since I was a child, I have hidden my slavishness very well. I lay tossing and turning on the bed in the dormitory this day, and there was always an unbelievable thought in my heart. After some hesitation, I used my small QQ to add my mother as a friend. After trying several times, my mother finally agreed, and I told her straight to the point that I wanted to be trained by you, the Queen, but there was no reply for most of the day. Immediately afterwards, in order to show my sincerity, I sent my specific location coordinates to the past. A few minutes later, my mother sent a big question mark. Suppressing the palpitations in my heart, this was planned by me a long time ago. I arranged for myself to be a classmate with me, which completely aroused my mother’s interest. I pretended not to know it and continued to chat with my mother in a humble and eager tone. This time, my mother was much more refreshed. Maybe she was very excited to be able to teach her classmates who played with her son. I made an appointment at the time and place, and I told my mother on the other end of the phone who didn’t know my real identity that I would wear a headgear during the training. I didn’t hesitate, and I was afraid that my identity would be known by my son. My mother readily agreed. More than half an hour later, my mother called me and told me that she would come to see me at school in a few days, and asked me about how I got along with my classmates in class. Pretending to be casual, I mentioned the name I made up to wait for my mother to teach me, and told my mother that that person was my best friend. After the mother and son with their own concerns ended the call, I was even more excited! I waited for several days in torment and confusion. Wearing a hood that only showed my eyes and mouth, I went to the agreed hotel room to wait for the arrival of the queen mother. During this process, something happened that made me laugh and cry. My mother called me again and told me that she had something to do and could not come to school for the time being. She would come out for dinner at night. Stepping on high-heeled boots, I walked towards my so-called son’s classmate who was kneeling on the ground. In fact, I was her son… This was the first time I knelt at my mother’s feet as a slave. The first thing that catches the eye is the pair of black knee high heel boots, with less than five centimeters of pull at the heel of the boots.Chains, this is the type of boots I often see in mother’s queen videos. Mom will let the slave open the zipper on the back of the boot with her mouth, and then stand on tiptoe and force the slave to stuff the humble penis in. In the high-heeled boots, the mother’s jade foot rubs and plays with the slave’s penis, and then the essence of the slave is sprayed out of the boot to wash her feet!