The sharp crack of leather against flesh jolted Noah awake, his body jerking against the restraints that held him spread-eagle on the bed. His eyes flew open, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. Morgana stood beside him, her silhouette sharp and commanding, the black riding crop in her hand still poised mid-air. She was naked except for her knee-high boots and the sequined mask that hid her face but not the wicked curve of her lips. Her skin glowed faintly in the morning light, the soft curves of her body catching the shadows in ways that made his mouth go dry.

“Good morning, little hero,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. The riding crop tapped lightly against her palm as she circled the bed, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor. “All sleep and no play makes a hero a naughty little boy.”

Before he could respond, the crop came down again, this time across his chest, right on his bare nipple. The sting was sharp, immediate, and he hissed, his head snapping to the side. His wrists and ankles were tied securely to the bedposts, the ropes digging into his skin as he struggled instinctively against them.

“What—what are you doing?” Noah stammered, his voice hoarse from sleep, his heart pounding in his chest. He tugged at the restraints, panic rising in his throat. “Why am I tied up?”

Morgana laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down his spine. She leaned over him, her breasts swaying slightly, the scent of her arousal filling his senses. “Oh, sweet boy,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “I was up all night thinking about how you used your mother last night. It was… delicious. And now, I’m feeling frisky.”

Noah’s stomach twisted, a mix of dread and anticipation coiling inside him. The way she said it—the tone of her voice, the gleam in her eyes—made his skin prickle. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Frisky?” he repeated weakly, his mind racing. “What does that mean?”

She smirked, her lips curling into a sly smile. “It means,” she said slowly, her voice low and sultry, “that I think I’ll go for a nice long ride.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her thighs framing his hips. Her pussy hovered just above his cock, already stiff and throbbing despite his fear. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, stroking him slowly, deliberately. “Nothing like a fresh, young cock in the morning,” she purred, her voice dripping with pleasure.

Noah’s breath quickened, his body reacting despite his trepidation. His cock twitched in her hand, the sensation overwhelming, and he groaned, his hips bucking slightly against the restraints. "Oh, that feels good."

“Shh,” she interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. Her other hand brought the riding crop down sharply against his nipple, the pain sharp and electric. "No talking!" He cried out, his body arching off the bed. “And, of course, you’re not allowed to cum,” she warned, her voice cold and menacing. “Not until I say so. Do you understand?” she asked, slapping the crop against his other nipple for emphasis.

He nodded quickly, his chest heaving, his nipples throbbing from the sting of the crop.

“Good boy,” she purred, her tone shifting slightly, a hint of approval creeping in. She lowered herself down until her pussy brushed against the tip of his cock, and slowly circled it around, her juices leaking out onto his cock, moaning slightly every time his cock passed over her clit. After several moments of savoring the sensation, she slowly sank down, taking him inside her inch by inch. A long, low moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back slightly as she savored the sensation. “Mmm, yes… just like that.”

Noah’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his body trembling beneath her. She was so warm, so tight, and the feel of her surrounding him was almost too much to bear. His hands clenched into fists, the ropes cutting into his wrists as he fought to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. “God…” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained.

She slapped his nipple hard, reminding him not to talk.

Morgana began to move, her hips rocking slowly, deliberately, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through him. Her hands rested on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him, her pace steady, unhurried. She moaned softly, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted as she lost herself in the rhythm.

Noah couldn’t look away from her, the way her body moved, the way her skin glowed in the morning light. She was breathtaking, more so than he’d ever imagined, and the thought of her—his mother—like this, was both intoxicating and terrifying.

His orgasm built steadily, the pressure coiling tight in his balls, and he clenched his fists, trying to hold it back. But Morgana sensed it immediately, her movements slowing, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. “Uh-uh,” she chided, her voice sharp. “Not yet.”

The riding crop came down again, the pain sharp and electric. He cried out, his body arching off the bed, but she didn’t stop, slapping the crop against his other nipple for emphasis. “I said not yet,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous.

Noah nodded quickly, his chest heaving, his nipples throbbing from the sting of the crop. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “I’ll try… I’ll hold it.”

She smirked, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Good boy,” she purred, her tone shifting slightly, a hint of approval creeping in. She resumed her pace, her hips rocking faster now, her moans growing louder, more urgent. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode him harder, her pace increasing with every thrust.

Noah’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath her. The pressure in his gut built again, tighter this time, more insistent, and he clenched his fists, trying to hold it back. But Morgana sensed it again, her movements slowing, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle. “Not yet,” she chided, her voice sharp.

The riding crop came down again and again, alternating on his nipples, the pain pushing his orgasm back.

Noah nodded furiously, moaning in pain.

She resumed her pace, her hips bouncing up and down vigorously on his cock. He moaned, fighting the pain, fighting his imminent orgasm.

Finally, sensing his control slipping, she shifted her weight off his cock, moving up his body until her pussy hovered just above his face. “Lick,” she commanded, her voice low and sharp, cutting through the haze of his thoughts.

Noah obeyed, his tongue moving instinctively, lapping at her with urgency. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure. His tongue worked feverishly, lapping at her clit, swirling around the sensitive nub before diving deep into her pussy.

“Yes… yes…,” she gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around his tongue as she cried out, her juices gushing into his mouth.

Morgana’s body trembled as she came down from her orgasm, her thighs squeezing around Noah’s head like a vice. He couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. The taste of her, the way she shuddered and moaned above him—it was intoxicating. He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue pressing deep inside her, desperate to keep her pleasure going for as long as possible. She let out a ragged gasp, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer. “Yes… just like that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

When she finally pulled away, Noah was panting, his face slick with her arousal. She stared down at him, her eyes dark with desire, and smirked. “Not bad,” she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. “But we’re not done yet.” She climbed off him, her boots clicking against the hardwood floor as she walked to the side of the bed. She picked up the riding crop, her fingers tracing its length thoughtfully. “Now, where were we?”

She climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips once more. Her pussy hovered just above his cock, which was still throbbing and stiff, desperate for relief. She lowered herself slowly, taking him inside her inch by inch, her lips parting in a soft moan. “Mmm… so hard,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “You like it when I ride you, don’t you, little hero?”

Noah nodded desperately, his body trembling beneath her. His hands clenched into fists, the ropes cutting into his wrists as he fought to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Morgana again resumed bouncing up and down on him, her pace frantic as she chased her next orgasm. When she felt his orgasm approaching, she would stop and slap him until it receded, then resume her bouncing as if there had been no interruption. When she sensed he was getting overwhelmed, she would move to his face, where he would eat her out again until she came all over it. Then it was back to bouncing vigorously on his cock again. This went on all morning, just a constant chase for orgasm after orgasm by Morgana, and an increasingly painful experience for Noah as he fought his own orgasm.

Finally, Morgana climbed back onto his cock for the fifth or sixth time, her body slick with sweat and arousal. She sank down onto him, her pussy gripping him tightly as she began to move again. Her moans were louder now, more desperate, her body trembling with the intensity of her pleasure, her orgasms coming back to back now in her marathon ride. Noah could feel his control slipping, the pressure in his gut building to an unbearable level. He tried to hold it back, but it was too much.

Morgana’s body convulsed as she reached her next climax, her pussy clenching around him as she cried out. Her orgasm was so intense that she didn’t notice when Noah finally lost control, his release spilling inside her. He groaned, his body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through him.

Morgana froze, her eyes widening as she felt his cock pulsing inside her. “You came,” she hissed, her voice sharp with anger. She grabbed the riding crop and brought it down hard on his chest, the pain sharp and electric, mixing with his euphoria. “I told you not to cum!” she snarled, her voice low and dangerous.

Morgana’s eyes burned with fury, her chest heaving as she stared down at Noah, who lay trembling beneath her. The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal, the air thick with the aftermath of their raw, forbidden encounter. She yanked the riding crop from his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin as she leaned closer, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. “You disobeyed me, little hero,” she seethed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “And now you’ll pay for it.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Morgana lifted herself off his cock, the movement on his hypersensitive cock making Noah whimper. She knelt over his face, her thighs framing his head as she lowered herself onto his mouth. “Clean me,” she demanded, her voice dripping with venomous pleasure. “Every last drop.”

His tongue darted out eagerly, brushing against the slick folds of her pussy. The taste was overwhelming, a cocktail of his own release mixed with her arousal, and it ignited something primal deep within him.

Morgana groaned, her head tipping back as she ground herself against his mouth. “That’s it,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Noah’s hands clenched into fists, the ropes cutting into his wrists as he fought to steady himself. His tongue worked diligently, lapping up every drop of their combined essence as Morgana’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue, her body trembling as she approached another climax.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she rode his face with abandon. Noah’s nose pressed against her, his breath coming in quick, shallow pants as he struggled to keep up with her pace. The taste, the scent, the heat—it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and it sent a surge of arousal through him.

Morgana’s body tensed, her thighs clamping around his head as she reached her peak. A guttural cry escaped her lips as she came, flooding his mouth with her release. Noah moaned against her, the vibrations only intensifying her pleasure. She rode out her orgasm, her body shuddering as she pressed herself harder against his mouth, demanding more.

When the waves of her climax finally subsided, Morgana slumped forward, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at Noah, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re learning,” she purred, her voice soft and sultry now, a stark contrast to her earlier anger. She traced a finger along his lips, smearing the remnants of their shared essence. Then she slapped him hard across the face with her open hand.

Noah’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Morgana’s gaze lingered on him for a moment longer, then she climbed off him, her movements graceful and deliberate, yanking on the end of the cord holding his right hand in place, releasing the knot.

But before she reached the door, she paused, glancing back at him over her shoulder. "I'm going to go and plan your punishment," she said, her voice laced with a sinister promise. "Lunch is in the fridge."

And with that, she stomped out of the room, her heels clicking against the floor. The moment she was gone, Noah’s body sagged against the bed, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. The ropes around his other wrist and his ankles were tight, the knots digging into his skin, but he barely noticed. All he could think about was the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she had controlled him so completely. And how much he enjoyed it.

After lunch, Noah moved through the house, his footsteps echoing in the silence. His mind raced, searching for the next clue, the next step in this twisted game. The living room, the den, even the bathroom—nothing. No notes, no hints, no signs of what to do next.

He stepped outside, the sun warm on his skin, and made his way to the old shed. The door creaked as he pushed it open, revealing dusty tools and forgotten boxes. He rummaged through them, his hands brushing against cobwebs, but found nothing. Frustration bubbled up inside him, and he slammed the shed door shut with a loud bang.

Next, he walked down to the lake, the water glistening under the afternoon sun. He scanned the shoreline, his eyes darting over rocks and reeds, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. The tranquility of the scene only heightened his unease. He kicked a pebble into the water, watching the ripples spread before turning back toward the house.

As he climbed the stairs to his room, a faint sound stopped him in his tracks. Crying. Soft, muffled sobs coming from his mother’s room. His heart pounded as he approached the door, his hand hovering over the knob. He hesitated, then turned it slowly, pushing the door open just enough to peer inside.

The sight hit him like a punch to the gut. There she was, naked, curled up in a small cage beside the bed. Her head rested on her knees, her shoulders shaking with each sob. His voice cracked as he whispered, “Mom?”

Her head snapped up, her tear-streaked face pale with fear. She pressed herself against the back of the cage, her wide eyes locked on him. “Why? Why are you doing this?” she whimpered, her voice trembling.

Noah’s stomach churned, guilt twisting inside him like a knife. He opened his mouth to say it wasn’t him, that he had no idea how she ended up like this, but the words caught in his throat. Memories of last night flooded his mind—her body beneath his, the way he’d taken advantage of her. He tried arguing with himself that this all was, in fact, her doing, but that did nothing to alleviate the guilt while staring at her fear-stricken face. His hold on to what was real and what was fantasy was too tenuous. His chest tightened, and he looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

Her eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across her face. “How? How can I trust you after what you did?”

Noah clenched his fists, frustration and shame warring within him. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out. Just… just let me help you.”

He approached the cage, trying not to notice his mom pressing herself to the back of the cage in fear, his mind racing. An old padlock held the door closed. Then it came to him—the key—the one taped to the first note. He turned and bolted down the hall to his room. He tore through his desk drawer, his fingers fumbling until they closed around the cold metal. He sprinted back to her room, the key clutched tightly in his hand.

Kneeling in front of the cage, he inserted the key into the lock. It clicked, and the door swung open. Relief washed over him, but it was short-lived. She shrank back, her body trembling, her eyes filled with mistrust.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, reaching out a hand. “I’m not going to hurt you. Come on, let’s get you out of there.”

She hesitated, her breath hitching, but finally, she crawled forward, her movements slow and cautious. As soon as she was free, Noah wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She stiffened at first, then melted into him, her body shaking against his.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion....