Mom in a harness

CHAPTER ONE

"Ohhhhhh, tie it tighter! Oh, yes, more, more!"

The lithe blonde widow tossed her head frantically on the crushed pillow behind her, her legs kicking out, while the big, black haired stud kept his head buried in her cunt muff. The sounds of her frantic wails mixed with the slurping of his tongue and lips while his hands gripped the woman just above her knees. Ropes had been tied to her wrists, the hemp chafing the woman's flesh as she pulled her arms and drew the rope taut.

"Ohhhhh, Gods tight… oh, please, please, do into me! Oh, please…"

Monica LeFevre whipped her naked, shivering legs against the bed, drawing them closely together to rub the insides of her thighs against the big man's head. It was wonderful, the most beautiful thing she had ever felt before is her life! Those thrilling sensations of his tongue scouring her pussy were increased by the pulling pressure of those ropes around her hands. Rubbing her ankles against the wrinkled sheets, Monica shook the long blonde hair from her eyes and peered heavy-lidded at the handsome stud servicing her pulsing cunt.

"Oh, please… please, don't tease me anymore. I can't take it," she panted, dropping her head back to the crushed pillow and letting out a soulful moan.

"Sure you can take it, Monica. You want more, more of the teasing, more of this shit!"

"Oh, please, Jack… oh, God, do it, do it to me!" the woman cried frantically, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the creaking bed, and drawing her knees up against Jack's head. The headboard rattled against the wall, leaving small hairline cracks in the blue plaster.

Just outside the bedroom door stood someone, someone who shouldn't have been there, someone who had tip-toed into the house and was now watching the man and woman. "Ohhhhh, Mother!"

Arlette LeFevre stood there, leaning heavily against the molding, her body damp with perspiration as she watched her mother twisting and turning on the bed. It was hideous, the most awful thing she had ever seen in her life!

Arlette had told her mother that she was going to the school football game tonight. She was going to be home no later than midnight. Everything seemed normal as before – well, as normal as things could have been after her father's desertion four years ago. The perky blonde teenager had come back home after having lost her wallet. Those strange sounds in her mother's bedroom had attracted her attention after she had trotted into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. Now she stood there by the partially opened door, the glass trembling in her hand, milk spilling onto her gripping fingers as she watched her mother and that man go crazy together on the bed.

"Oh, please, more, more! Ohhhhh, it's so good when you eat me out! Ohhhh…" Arlette blushed a deep red, closing her eyes and feeling a wave of nausea sweep over her as she watched her mother arching her back once more, hunching her spit-slicked cunt up to that stranger! Who was he? Naked, hairy, thickmuscled, he was hovering over her mother, holding her down to the squeaking bed while he had his mouth on her… on her thing! "Ohhhhh…" the girl moaned. Absolutely nothing had prepared the trembling girl for something like this. Her mother, she knew, was terribly lonely. There had been talk about her going out on dates or something. But nothing ever seemed to materialize. In a way, Arlette was glad her mother was always at home, always dependable. She was a rock, something the teenager could count on in her life! But now she saw the cock cracked, shattered as her mother twisted and jerked and writhed on the bed. Tied roped like that, her mother's arms were stretched high over her head, the backs of her fingers pressing against the headboard, while her thighs gripped that young stud's head.

"Oooooooh! Oh, yes, oh, yes!" Monica gasped, her face streaked with perspiration, her eyes closed while a pulse leaped in her throat. "Yes, when you touch me… touch me there… oh, God, I think I'm gonna die! Oh, yes, yesssss!"

Arlette dropped the glass of milk, shrinking, thinking the couple in there would hear the dull thud of the glass against the hall carpeting. But it would have taken a bomb to have aroused them. They were too intent on one another, too much involved in this sick little game to overhear something like the fallen milk glass.

"My God!" she whispered.

Arlette drew one hand up to her chest, fanning out her fingers and pressing them against her throat as she watched her mother grow hotter and more involved in this horror. Monica was like a writhing fish, her body snaking over the bed, her arms taut, the muscles and tendons pressing out against her flesh while the big, handsome stranger licked and slurping his way up and down the woman's cunt crack. That smacking sound! It made Arlette's flesh crawl with something she couldn't quite understand. Her knees were trembling, threatening to give way as she watched her mother go wild on the bed.

"Uuuuuuhhhh!" the woman growled. With one kick, Monica knocked off the covers completely, straining her head back, the cords bulging at her neck, her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head. There were strange, strangled sounds coming from her mouth as her chest rose and fell mightily. The big stud was still between her shivering thighs, still slurping his tongue up and down, still holding her spread open with his big, paw-like hands. Arlette thought she would faint watching his black-haired head bobbing up and down, listening to that awful sound of his wet mouth against her mother's cunt.

"Fuck me… oh, God, fuck me good… ohhhhh, my God, fill me up! Oh, yes, yes, I want to feel your cock in my cunt!"

Arlette could have died! Her mother, her own mother talking like that to a stranger! It was enough to make her sink through the floor in horror. Yes, it was her mother, but not the woman she knew. Pressing her fingers harder against her chest, Arlette realized she was having difficulty breathing. Her heart raced so hard that she thought it would burst! Now she couldn't tear her eyes off the couple, watching them writhe together, watching that man called Jack eating out her mother, his hands roaming freely over her thighs. And all the time, her mother was begging him to fuck her, to do all sorts of things to her as she lay there, her arms roped to the clattering dark wooden headboard.

"Okay, you wanna get roped, wanna really get fucked, huh? Okay, baby, you're gonna get it all!"

Arlette gasped as Jack pulled his head from between her mother's thighs. She saw his blood-heavy prick swing as he crouched there on all fours, staring at the wet blonde curls in front of him. He was so… so big! And that cockhead, that double-lobed mushroom shaped crown was so purple. It looked so hot! Arlette shivered, hugging herself now with both hands, feeling strange, itchy spasms start to gather around her pussy. Of course, she had seen pictures of men like that. In all those dum sex education books, Arlette had studied how guys were built, measuring the supposed average six inches of prick from her pussy up to her belly, and wondering how something that big could crawl all the way up a girl's cunt without hurting her.

But this… this thing Jack had was huge, much bigger, Arlette thought, than anything she had seen in the books! And those balls! They were like coconuts – hanging low, swaying with every move he made.

"It's gonna be real good, real good to have you tied up while I fuck the shit outta you. That's what you want, right? You want the shit fucked outta you, right? You wanna feel my prick squeezin' up there, pushin' up past your clit right into your guts, right?"

The words came out in a hiss as the big stud teased his fingers up and down the insides of Monica's thighs. The woman was frantic, beyond rationality as she twisted helplessly before him. Yes, she wanted that, wanted anything that would ease the aching, itching, pulsing lust that burned her cunt right now! Oh, for his prick, for that cock pushing into her hot little fuckhole. It had been so long, too long since Monica had slept with a man. Now she wanted it bad!

"Yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide with desire.

Jack grunted something, then crawled off the bed, padding to the dark mahogany dresser to the right, then pulling the drawers open. Monica was moaning softly, rocking her body from side to side, savoring the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit. She tugged her wrists against the ropes, seeming to enjoy the cutting sensation of the hemp against her flesh. Her eyes were on the big man's muscular back and ass. Jack went fishing around in the drawers, looking for something to tie her up with, something to make her more helpless while he pinned her to the bed with his body and fucked her mindless!

Arlette stood there by the doorway still, unsure if she should run back to the game and let this scene play itself out, or watch. Then the girl realized that she couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, trapped by her own lust as she watched, wide-eyed. Leaning more heavily against the doorway, the girl also began to feel something strange and wonderfully terrible happening to her body. She was beginning to feel her flesh glowing, her cunt becoming very sensitive, and her nipples thickening, growing turgid, itching against the cups of her bra. She was turning on to her mother's degradation and bondage. The more she watched, the more she heard Monica panting and gasping, the more she studied Jack and his ten-inch cock with those blue rope-like veins pulsing against his pink prickskin the more excited she became.

Her mouth was growing dry now, and her chest tightened. Arlette found herself breathing with wheezing sounds, and she again worried about her mother and that man called Jack overhearing her. And again, she dismissed that possibility. Mother and her new lover were too interested in one another and what they were doing to each other to be concerned over her. No, they were going to go through with this sick little scene even if the police were kicking down the front door with guns blazing!

"Oooooohhhhh!" Monica moaned. Arlette started to breathe harder, having slipped one hand under her white, cotton short-sleeved blouse. She was rubbing her warm, naked belly flesh, her hands slowly working lower, beyond the waistband of her panties. It was a little hard to squeeze her fingers past the skirt. Reaching around with her other hand, the girl unfastened the slide button, then half unzipped her skirt, loosening it enough so she could slide her hand down, down into the blonde cunt thicket of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm…" the teenager sighed. Arlette stiffened, her fingertips now touching the stiff, red little clit. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. Standing there, her knees knocking together, her body damp with perspiration, Arlette began fingerfucking herself.

"This oughtta do it." Jack pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose, then another pair, examining them closely, then slamming the drawer shut.

"Get ready, baby, really get ready!" Jack snarled, crawling back on the bed. Monica's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a lungful of air to feed her twisting body. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week!"

"Oh, yes, yes," she gasped, eying the pantyhose, then moving her gaze back up to the handsome man's sweat-streaked face and smiling. "Tie me up. Oh, God, do it, do it to me!"

Jack moved quickly, first tying her ankles together with a double figure-eight knot with one of the pantyhose, then bending her knees and pushing her feet back under her ass. Monica groaned in the awkward position, her face slackening at the beginnings of pain.

"No, don't, oh, it hurts! You're hurting me with that," Another spasm of pain cut off her sentence with a gasp.

Arlette stopped her fingers, feeling a chill of fear rush through her body. Was that man going to torture her mother? Somewhere, sometime Arlette remembered reading something about people like this, people who enjoyed not only tying one another up, but inflicting pain, as well. She gasped, wondering if she should barge in, wondering if she should back away and call the police. The small crisis passed. Monica's body relaxed again as Jack began fingering her clit, sticking his right forefinger into her clutching fuckhole, then corkscrewing it back and forth, a soft, sucking sound filling the room.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Monica whimpered.

The big stud began pushing her feet back, keeping the toes of each foot pressed against one another while shoving her ankles under her ass. Monica grimaced, her breath catching when her toes scraped over her asscheeks. Arching her back, pulling away for a moment, the big-titted blonde bent her knees. In a moment, she was in a half-lying, half-squatting position, her arms still roped behind her, her knees fully bent, her feet and lower legs shoved back under her asscheeks. Now the blonde could feel her toenails scraping against her lower back.

"To keep 'em there…" Jack muttered. He took another pair of pantyhose, forming a loop at one end with a double slipknot, then roping both feet with it before snugging it tight against her flesh. Monica winced again, feeling the circulation being slowed to her toes. Jack was pulling that second pair of pantyhose back, attaching the free end to a position just below where the ropes holding her arms were cinched. Monica found that she couldn't move. He had tied her well.

Jack stepped back, crawling around her, then driving his fingers back into her cunthole, twisting them around and around. Monica stiffened her back, the cords sticking from her throat as Jack touched all the right places between her legs.

"Please, fuck me… please!"

Jack sucked in his lower lip, biting down. He rubbed his cock with one hand, greasing down the long tube with flowing pre-cum.

"Yeah, gonna fuck you good. But first, gotta warm you up… gotta have you beggin' for it, beggin' so hard, you're gonna be cryin' when I stick this mother into your cunt."

Arlette watched in amazement as the stud stood up carefully, his knees bent slightly, his shoulders stooped as he held his cunt-splitting cock in one hand. Monica watched him, too, her head tilted back, her eyes wide open. It was absolutely awful seeing her mother like that bound, hog-tied like some dumb animal while she rutted there shamelessly. For a moment, Arlette thought of running away. But something kept her there, something that made her touch herself again when the big stud slid his feet closer to the bound woman and dipped his fat prickhead down toward her lips.

"Here, man, it's the best way to train a fuckin' bitch," Jack muttered, moving one hand behind Monica's head and drawing her up toward his lowering hairy crotch. "This and ass-fuckin'. Man, there ain't no better way to make a Goddamned slut know you mean business. Take it! Take it and wrap them lips around it… yeahhhh, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around it, movin' real nice and slow."

Arlette let out another gasp, staring wideeyed at the grotesque scene unfolding in front of her. Her fingers plowed teasingly through her wiry blonde pussy curls, the tips spreading her virgin cuntlips stickily apart, squeezing the juices from them. Her legs were shivering, and her nipples felt as if they were roasting in some horribly sticky juice.

Her head was feeling so buzzy that the room seemed to be spinning around and around crazily! Crying out softly, Arlette closed her eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch her breath as the tension grew more and more intense. It was a fiery butter melting between her legs, making that itchy pulse down there even worse as her mother continued to go wild in front of her.

"Oh, yes, yes, let me suck your prick!" Monica cried in a frenzy of lust. "Oh, yes, oh God yes, let me take your cock in my mouth!"

Jack laughed softly, bending his knees a little more, while fanning out his fingers behind the woman's head. Monica was beyond anything called reason. She wanted his cock any way she could have it. The nylon cutting her ankles, the awkward tugging of those bonds against her legs, the ropes chafing her wrists – everything was driving her insane with lust.

"Then take it!" Jack sneered.

He was rubbing the tip of his prick over her lips. Monica moaned, closing her eyes. Arlette stood there, licking her lips, wondering what something like that would taste like if pressed against her mouth.

Opening her mouth, Monica felt his smooth, silky cockhead pushing over her tongue, filling her mouth, making her cheeks puff outward. This was something that she had needed for so long, so very long! She was a woman once more, desired, sought-after. She prayed this would never end. And, unknown to her, Arlette was almost praying the same thing, less than ten feet away, as she watched with growing arousal.