Mother and daughter in bondage

CHAPTER TWO

"It's too tight… oh, God, you're tying it too tight," Janice wailed, her back arching while her shoulders dug into the creaking mattress. The backs of her legs undulated against the wrinkled top sheet while Hank was readjusting the belt binding her wrists. The young mother was writhing on the bed, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide with fear. And there in front of her half-opened mouth was Hank's cock, the fat head purple, swollen, while those horrible-looking blue veins throbbed against his tight-fitting prick skin.

Outside the window, Sharon inhaled another deep breath. Nothing in her dumb sex education book had ever prepared her for something like this. S amp;M and bondage were new terms to the girl, words she had never heard before. From bits and pieces of snatched conversation held between her mother and Hank, Sharon realized that there were people in the world who enjoyed being tied up, being tormented like this. And it was very, very possible that her mother was one of those!

"Uhhhhhh… oooohhhhhhh!"

"Nice, good and nice and tight. How does that feel?" Hank asked, checking the slipknot once more, then jerking her off the pillow by her bound wrists. He shook her violently back and forth, smiling as her head snapped from side to side, her hair tangling wildly around her throat. Sharon could hear her mother crying out again, watched her huge tits slap wetly together as the big man kept shaking her from side to side. Then, with a growl he shoved her back, watching the woman bounce like a rubber ball against the mattress. Janice shook the hair from her eyes and looked up wildly at the big man about to fuck her.

In a moment, Janice was on her side, already helpless as Hank reached over and bent her knees back. She resisted, her ploy failing as he slapped her hard on the ass with the flat of his hand.

"Oh!" she squealed, her eyes rounding at the dry smack.

"Stop movin' around 'til I get this Goddamned stuff fixed on you. Then you can jerk around as much as you want," he said, laughing softly as he pulled her knees back a little more.

Sharon watched in mute astonishment as Hank pulled her mother's wrists and ankles together, then reached for the pantyhose he had dropped earlier. Sharon gasped, ducking her head down quickly as she saw her mother's eyes scan the opposite wall. Oh, that was close! What if her mother had seen her? What if she had seen her own daughter kneeling outside the window, watching this horrible scene and not doing anything about it? As it was, Sharon was unsure of how she would ever deal with her mother again. But at least Janice didn't know her own daughter was out there watching… watching and getting excited, aroused by what was going on.

"Uhhh… oh, too tight, too tight… you're tying me up too tight," Janice cried, tears beginning to form once more in her eyes.

"Too fuckin' bad, bitch."

Using the legs of the pantyhose, Hank bound her ankles tightly together with a double figure-eight, then bound her ankles to her wrists until her body bowed out, arms and legs cinched together. Janice tried tugging herself free and found, to her dismay, that there was little she could do. Her muscles tensed and bulged against her flesh as her body rocked from side to side. But the belt and the pantyhose held fast, refusing to be loosened.

"Gotta keep your fuckin' mouth shut, slut," Hank muttered.

He slipped off the bed after rolling Janice back onto her ass, and rummaged through the top bureau drawer once more, finally pulling out a small roll of adhesive tape.

"No! No!" Janice screamed, wriggling back up on the bed like a snake, her head banging hard against the Mediterranean-style headboard.

"Good thing I thought of it. You'd probably bring the fuckin' cops over here," Hank muttered, clutching his sweat-darkened jockstrap in one hand and moving toward the bed. Janice shrank back a little more, jerking her head away when he tried shoving the filthy piece of underwear into her mouth.

"No!"

"Come on and suck on it baby, suck on my jock like you sucked on my prick." He grabbed her hard by the hair once more.

Sharon winced, almost feeling the tearing pain of pulled hair as Mr. Harrington snapped her mother's head around and shoved the foul smelling jockstrap between her lips. Sharon gagged nearly as hard as her mother, feeling the sour bile rising in her throat while Hank pulled a piece of tape from the roll and wrapped it around Janice's head. In a moment, the jock was fixed in her mother's mouth held securely by the tape, and there was nothing she could do about it. The woman closed her eyes and wept freely in shame and horror, tears staining her flushed cheeks.

"That's better," he muttered, throwing the tape roll to one side.

"Oh, God!" Sharon found herself muttering, bracing herself against the side of the house. This was incredible, simply incredible! There was her mother, bound and gagged so horribly on the bed, with that monster on top of her, about to fuck her. And she could stop it! Yes, she could stop it, could scream, call for the police, or simply bang on the window and surprise the two of them into submission. But instead, the girl simply watched, feeling the heat concentrating in that furry fuck slit between her legs. Yes, yes, it was awful. She knelt there, feeling the blood seeping into her virgin cuntlips, feeling them rub over one another and her clit as she shifted position there beneath the bedroom window. She even felt shamefully close to orgasm more than once as Hank rubbed his prick over her mother's jutting tits.

"You think I could take care of your daughter, too, baby? You think I could fuck you, then move on over and fuck your daughter? Yeah, two cunts at the same time. Had a mother-daughter act down in Tijuana once. Bet you two could top 'em."

Sharon flushed violently a third time. He was talking about her! He was talking about fucking her, about doing all sorts of things to her, maybe even tying her up like he was doing to her mother. Sharon felt so unsure of herself. She fell back a little as another ripple of excitement rushed through her pussy.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

This was awful! Yes, she should knock on the window, rap on the glass as loudly as she could to let them know that somebody was there. She could duck away, rush through the bushes out to the street before either Mr. Harrington or her mother could see her. After an hour, she would come back from the movie she was supposed to be at. Maybe it would be all over then. Maybe Mr. Harrington would just go away, and never come back.

"Yeah, maybe I'm gonna grab her the next time I've over and fuck the shit outta that little girl. Nice, young cunts," Hank said, smacking his lips. "Ain't nothin' like fuckin' girls like your daughter."

Hank was tormenting Janice purposely, enjoying her mounting horror and revulsion. The woman twisted wildly against her bonds, her legs jerking so hard that the muscles and tendons bulged against her damp flesh while the cords stood out against her throat. And all the while, the headboard clattered against the wall, the blows leaving small, hairline cracks in the light-blue plaster.

"Then I could fuck you… dip into one, then the other," Hank went on, following his filthy train of thought. "You'd dig that, seeing your daughter tapped right there in front of you."

"Mmmfmmmffffff!"

Beads of perspiration broke out on Janice's forehead as she kept jerking on the bed, wildly trying to bring her hands out of the silken bonds. But there was nothing she could do. Hank toyed with her for a while longer, then braced both big hands on her shoulders, holding her flat down against, the bed.

"Okay, baby, I've had enough of this shit. We're gonna get down to some serious business, some real business here," he said, his eyes burning with sexual frenzy.

Sharon saw the glare and groaned, closing her eyes as particularly powerful spasm passed through her pussy and sapped the strength from her. She was so hot now, so very, very hot watching this pervert fuck her mother! She felt her damp crotch panel sticking strangely to her bloated cuntlips while her clit was getting so hot and stiff! How she wanted to touch herself, to reach under her skirt and rub her fingertips over the damp nylon pressing so excitingly against her cunt. But now, that would be going too far!

"Uhhhhhh…"

Hank was going down on her mother now, sliding his knees between Janice's and pressing hers farther apart. The bed groaned under their double weight, the headboard still banged against the rear wall. Janice let out a shuddering breath through the jockstrap, her eyes shutting tightly as a barely visible tremor rippled over her white, glistening flesh.

"Ohhh… mother!"

Sharon's eyes were wide, focused like those of an eagle on what was happening only a few feet from her. She watched as Hank's purple, fat, greasy prickhead began brushing ticklishly through her mother's blonde, frazzled cunthairs. Sharon found herself moaning as softly as her mother, feeling her thighs tingle and itch while Janice squirmed her asscheeks over the wrinkled top sheet.

"Yeah, baby, come on, move it, move it for ol' Hank the way you've moved it for me before. Yeahhhh," he sighed, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Sharon could see her mother was fully aroused now, moving her thighs sensuously back and forth in spite of the bonds holding her fast. Yes, those ropes, those bonds were doing something to her, arousing her! Sharon rubbed her fingers sensuously along her arms, almost able to feel the restraining touch of that silken bathrobe belt, the pull of those twisted pantyhose holding her mother's wrists and ankles tightly together. For a wild moment, the frantic teen wished she could be on the bed there, bound like a stave, a helpless victim under that awful man with his lovely, long, thick cock!

"Uhhhhhhhh…"

Hank was pushing the underside of his prick into the yawn of Janice's cunt so her juices would soak his rod. Sharon watched her mother's flesh pucker up into goosepimples while another groan escaped from around the spit-soaked jockstrap. Janice arched her back slightly off the mattress, pushing her head back into the pillow as Hank inched forward. Sharon could well, imagine how her mother's muscles were cramped in that spread-back position. But perhaps that pain even added to the general pleasure rushing through her veins. The big stud hunkered down on the bed a little more, readying himself to rape the helpless woman, his heavy hanging balls dangling in the tangled nest of Janice's blonde cunthairs.

"Umwmmmfffffff!"

"Like it, right? Man, you dig it, dig gettin' fucked like this more 'n any bitch I ever tapped!" Hank said in a shaking, throaty whisper.

Yes, her mother was loving the restraints, enjoying the pain throbbing up her cramped arms and legs. Sharon could see this, could hear it in her mother's cries. She was whimpering with lust as she strained against the bindings. They had to cut wonderfully into her flesh as she moved her wrists against her ankles. Sharon was both ashamed of her mother and excited as she watched something she never would have guessed could happen.

"Uhhhhhhmmnxffffffff!"

Helplessness! Yes, that's what was turning on her mother. Janice was helpless, and that very feeling was an aphrodisiac to her. Sharon leaned her burning forehead against her fingers again, feeling her head throb and pound while more tingly thrills pricked at her stiffening cunt. Juice seeped from her fuck hole, wetting down her panties more and more. Oh, how her soppy young cuntlips were itching to have a prick touching them, rubbing against them the way Hank's cock was brushing over her mother's pussy!

"Fuck it out, baby!" the man hissed.

"Oh, Mama… oh, yesssss!"

Sharon moved one hand over her mouth, pressing the fingers tightly against her lips. She had to smother her cries of excitement as she watched Janice and her sadist lover perform there in front of her. The girl watched as if she were a witness in some horrible, wonderful dream, watching as Hank tensed his big thighs and began slowly slipping his cock into her mother's fuck slit.

"Ohhhhhhfffffffff!"

Her mother's body was shaking, shuddering violently while her spine arched upward, forcing her body into a kind of weird bridge-like position in spite of the bonds. Hank moved one hand down to the woman's pussy, dipping his fingers into the buttery mess, then painting his cock with those flowing juices. Sharon watched as her mother's muscles cramped again, pressing out against her flesh. How marvelous it must be to feel the man's callused fingers touching her like that, caressing her cuntlips and clit while his prick hung there, inches away from her pussy! Sharon's teeth chattered as these and other forbidden thoughts drifted through her mind.

"Ahhhh, fuck yeah baby, baby… nothin' like havin' my prick fryin' up in a good, hot pussy!" Hank sighed, his head snapping back as his mouth opened with pleasure.

Janice was whimpering more excitedly, sounding like a frightened puppy. Hank laughed at her, then lowered his head and covered one aching nub of a nipple with his mouth. Janice's eyes widened as she wallowed frantically against the bed. How the springs squeaked and groaned now as hot spit trickled down her mother's tit. Sharon could hear the big man smacking and licking hungrily, sucking with a passion she couldn't believe!

"Uhhhfhhfhhfffff!"

Now his cock was slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntmouth. Sharon stood up shakily, bracing herself more carefully against the rotting wooden sill as Hank prepared himself for entry. And then he lunged fast, spearing her mother's pussy with one quick blow.

"Fuck! Jesus, fuck… good and tight and hot, like some teeny bopper!" Hank cried out, snapping his head from left to right.

Sharon could have fainted from her excitement right then and there. This was better than any of those fuzzy, out-of-focus pictures she had seen in those sex education books. My God, this was a thousand times better! Janice was whining, thrashing around while the cock inside her was going deep, all the way! Sharon felt a fire racing around the dripping mouth of her cunt as she watched her mother make small, restricted movements. The girl sensed that those motions were at least as exciting as, being completely free. She watched her mother tense the large muscles of her ass, wagging her asscheeks up and down, back and forth as Hank began throwing his prick meat into her with incredible skill!

"Fuck it out, bitch, come on, fuck out that cunt while I plug you good."

He had her other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed up her tender nipple with his tongue, sucking loudly enough for Sharon to hear, he slid his cock down into her again, filling her belly with prickmeat. Oh, he was biting around her nipple and, areola! Sharon could see that, could almost feel his teeth chewing down onto her own flesh. Her nails cracked against the wood as her mother soared higher and higher under Hank's demanding cock.

"Uhhhhhhh!" Janice was babbling and jerking against the bonds, the pain seemingly making her excitement rush faster along every nerve in her body.

Sharon watched in amazement as Hank worked his hips faster and faster with a hard, building fucking tempo. Juice seemed to erupt from her mother's pussy, oozing between her ass and onto her ankles. Janice was going mad, writhing her hips up, straining as far as possible against the cutting bonds of silk. Cumming. The word shot through the teen's mind as she watched her mother's sweaty body writhe madly across the mattress. Cumming. Climax! The shivery chills scorching her own cunt had to be the same ones tormenting her mother. Sharon watched as her mother twisted her hips from one side to the other, her shivering muscles knotting helplessly as Hank raked pleasure from her cuntlips.

"Ohhhhh."

This time, it was Sharon who moaned, her clit was so swollen and hot! It pulsed with a fiery tickle that took her breath away. Whimpering cries escaped from her throat as her mother pitched like a small boat in a stormy sea.

"Fuck it out, baby, come on, yeah, cum with me, you stupid bitch!"

Yes, he was going to cum, too… all of them, in a red storm of lust, were going to climax. Sharon was on her feet now, her hands braced on either side of the narrow window, her plump asscheeks jiggling from the rocking movements she was making as flames of incredible goodness licked at her dripping pussy.

"Cum, you Goddamned bitch, cum!"

"Cum…" Sharon whispered as she felt an orgasm overwhelm her like a wave from the Pacific.