Do you know how easy it is to make incest bondage porn with a non-consenting child when the incest porn you're actually streaming is with your child?

Everyone applauded us for making it seem so realistic, you calling me Mommy, asking why I was tying you up, why I owned all this buckling, locking, black leather gear. I would tell the viewers it must be hereditary. I launched a website called Mommy Dearest.

Everyone loved how I would also call you sweetie, hunnie, or by your full name when I was disappointed in something you had done. They loved it. I loved it.

There was so much money streaming in. I suppose it helped that I loved bondage and was very skilled with rope and had a whole wardrobe full of toys. Most viewers commented that we should own a dungeon, and I was working on that, but I loved the dichotomy of stringent, strict bondage with a very generic bedroom or living room for the backdrop. It was less cliche, though I realized to keep producing content eventually the viewers and subscribers would want some variation. I was also looking forward to the warm weather, and seeing what we could do outdoors.

But it all started with a little self bondage discovery!

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"Sweetie?" I called out for you, closing the heavy wooden door behind me and dumping my bag onto the foyer table. I clicked shut the lock and turned on the Ring security system.

I knew you were home. College dropouts don't immediately return to a normal schedule. It was early, I skipped out of the office before lunch once a few meetings were cancelled and worked up the energy to hit the gym

I was sweaty, a glowing glistening sheen on my tanned skin. I called out again, and rolled my eyes that you were still sleeping. I didn't mind that you were home, your mental health was important to me and if this semester and being home sick was taking it's toll on you, then I wanted you healthy.

But I wasn't going to let you laze around for days, weeks, months before returning to the local university in the spring. No no. Plus, this would directly interfere with my personal time and side income. I usually spent tonight getting ready and picking out specific toys and outfits and then, because I was paying for your tuition, I would go on streaming camsites and fuck myself silly with god knows how many dildos and buttplugs and my prized fucking machine and sybian. Thank god for master closets!

Making my way upstairs, the house was quiet. You usually snored (it was cute) so I wondered if you were asleep. I normally would have knocked, not wanting to barge in, but since it was nearly eleven and the sun was shining it was time for you to be rudely awakened.

"Wake up, sleepy hea-" my words caught in my throat. You were definitely not asleep.

Nope. You had successfully trussed yourself up, in the nude, with hemp rope and a ballgag splitting your lips, lodged behind your teeth. The look of shock and terror and embarrassment was something a bondage website could never duplicate (although we kind of did eventually!).

Yet here I was, clad in gym clothing, and there you were, hogtied, gagged, struggling, and blushing.

"Baby, I..." I stopped down, pressed your hair back from your gagged face "...you did this to yourself? Oh, sweetie...I can help you with your little secret..."

(Hello DPP! Let's launch right into this.

Kinks: bondage/bdsm, heavy bondage/encasement, chastity, public humiliation, forced feminization/sissy dresses etc, non-con/dub-con)