A Mother's Love

Whine and Seduction

I watched as he watched the video, his lips curled up in a cute smile.

"May I have my phone now?" I asked, eager to retrieve it.

"Why? Are you done preparing the smoothie?" he inquired.

"No," I replied. "I came to collect my phone."

He seemed to have developed a liking to teasing me, muttering to himself but loud enough to be heard, "Urgh... someone came to collect her phone so that I won't see the videos. I have already watched them and sent them to my phone." My eyes widened in horror.

Ignoring my comment, he said, "You whine so well. The waist beads, waist chains, and leg chains make you look incredibly good and hot."

He chuckled and said, "Come on, go and continue making our smoothies. It's pointless hiding the videos from me, and don't think you'll be able to delete them from my phone because it's securely locked."

He questioned me, "Does your mom know her daughter whines and twerks like a pro?"

"Yes, she is aware," I replied nonchalantly.

"And does she know about the waist beads, waist chains, and leg chains?" He asked.

"Yes, she knows," I  confirmed.

He was taken aback by my response. "Then why don't you wear them outside?" He inquired.

I smirked and said, "Everyone sees me as that decent girl. As for the waist beads and chains, I wear them inside my uniform sometimes."

Blushing, I bit my cheeks to contain my excitement. I returned to making the smoothie and eventually finished. I carried them to the room and gave him one, but he insisted on sharing my smoothie with me.

I placed the smoothie I made for him in the fridge. We both shared one smoothie together, sipping it mouth-to-mouth.

"Now that we're done, come and rock me," he said with a mischievous grin.

I brought out numerous waist beads, waist chains, and leg chains for him to choose from. I also showed him my collection of vintage scarves and bikini tops.

He selected everything, but requested that I dance without anything covering my breasts.

I connected my phone to the disc player, playing the song he had chosen while I changed into what he had picked for me. Although I was still shy about him seeing my breasts, I reminded myself that he had already seen my nakedness.

"I want to whine on the floor," I declared.

"Any way you like it, baby," he responded.

The music began playing, and I got into the rhythm, feeling his gaze on my back.

I always loved whining my waist, and I continued doing so with the beads accentuating my movements.

Lost in the moment, I didn't realize when he lifted me off the ground and placed me on the bed, kissing me passionately.