Pierce your mother’s sensitive nipples

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Your mother's nipples are just too tempting, stiff and sensitive as they jut from her swollen tits.
Smiling, you retrieve a thin leather case from your room and open it in front of your mother's eyes. Nestled inside are ten long, silver needles, and Anna's eyes go wide with fear.
"Now, mother, let's see what these will look like-" you flick her erect teats, "-as pincushions!"
"Nnnnph, nnnnnnggh! GGGGHHHHH!!"
Your mother's pleas turn into muffled screams as you pinch one of her delicate pink nipples between your fingers and push a needle's cruel point deep into the sensitive flesh. Slowly, you drive the splinter of steel all the way through her teat, her cries becoming even louder as it emerges from the other side.
You step back to admire your handiwork. "Oh, Mom, it looks lovely!"
Anna's cheeks are wet with tears of pain, and her tightly-bound breasts are quivering delightfully. Her cries of pain have turned into sobs.
"Okay, let's do some more!" This time she only manages a low moan.
Carefully avoiding the first needle, you push two more through her already-pierced nipple, relishing her agonised cries at the torture. Once the pink nub is sporting an asterisk of steel, you pull another needle from the case and trail it down the curve of your mother's plump breast. Her eyes are glazed with pain, and drool is running around the ballgag and down onto her breasts.
"Oh, do you really like it that much, Mom? I'm so glad! We're almost done this one, then we can start on the other!" Her only response was a whimper of pain - she didn't realise that what was coming would be far worse than before.
Taking careful aim at the very centre of your mother's teat, you pull the gag from her mouth and press your lips against hers, sliding your tongue deep inside as you slide the needle into the tip of her nipple.
You almost come as she screams into your mouth, working your tongue against hers as you push the full five inches of steel through the length of her teat and into her breast. Her saliva is sweet and spicy, and you kiss her frantically while thrusting three fingers into your wet pussy, finger fucking yourself to a quick climax.
The moans of your orgasm are muffled by her mouth, even as her moans of pain are muffled by yours.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, wasn't that fun? Come on, you can be honest with me..."
"P- please, Sharon... Please stop!"
Your only reply is to shove the gag back into her mouth and squeal with delight as you skewer her other nipple, driving needle after needle into it and making her writhe in agony. "Almost symmetrical, Mom. Let's see just how much of a horny slut you are, hmmm?" Siding your hand between your mother's legs, you feel a warm wetness and realise that your hunch was correct - she's getting off on the torture! Like mother, like daughter, you think.
"Well, how about you have some extra fun this time?"
Finding your mother's stiff clit with your fingers, you start to play with it expertly. Anna moans in arousal, her thighs rubbing against your arm. You slide two fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking her with them as your thumb presses on her throbbing clit.
"Nnnnnnn... Mmmmmmm..."
You can feel her pussy tightening around your fingers, about to come. You look deep into her eyes as her orgasm begins, and with a giggle you ram the last needle into the end of her stiff teat. She screams into the gag, shuddering and choking with the intensity of the sensation as she climaxes despite the pain.

She barely reacts as you pull the needles from her nipples, your practiced technique leaving only little specks of blood. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure and pain, and her tongue is hanging out as she pants.
"Wasn't that good, Mom? You're such a shameless slut, coming from having your daughter fingerfuck you and pierce your nipples!"


“Ding Dong.”

The doorbell rings, and your mother abruptly stops breathing. You turn around to look at the front door. The front door is in the same room as you and your mother, the exit clearly visible.

You are naked, and your mother is bound and naked, love-juices running down her long legs. What should you do?


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