Roped sitter, chained mom

CHAPTER ONE

"Ohhh, please," Joan begged, squirming against the strong cords holding her wrists and ankles to the bed. "Jack, please do it! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"Why?" he asked, a cruel grin on his face.

"Because I want it!" Joan whimpered, her hips twisting with passion. "You know I want it! I love it, Jack!"

"You love what, bitch?"

"Cock!" Joan moaned. "Your cock!"

"Bullshit!" the man snapped, lashing her creamy flat stomach with the narrow leather strap. It was about three feet long, and left a red stripe on her stomach.

Joan screamed in pain, twisting almost frantically.

Jack laughed. "That's what you like, cunt! Pain, that's what you want, not cock."

"I do!" Joan cried. "Ohhh, Jack, please, give me your cock now!"

"I'll give you this strap, you rotten cocksucker!"

"Yes! Oh, yes, darling!" Joan pleaded, her eyes teary with pain and lust. "You know it makes me so hot! You know what it does to me! It makes my cunt wet and hot and I want your cock in me, fucking me!"

Howie crouched in the dark shadows, peering into the well-lit room, watching, eyes huge. His cock strained inside his jeans, his balls aching. He thought his mother was fucking with Jack, her longtime boyfriend, and that was what be had expected to see, but this… he felt as if he were going to come in his pants.

His mother was tied helplessly to the bed, and he gazed at her body. She was totally naked, except for nylons, a scarlet garter belt holding them up, and a pair of black, shiny high-heeled shoes. Her tits rose up sharply. Her nipples were a light brown a hal-finch long, and stood up in stiff peaks.

Howie ran his palm into his crotch, feeling his hardon throb. His mother was so beautiful, but even more now, all tied up and naked. Jack could do anything to her, and she couldn't stop him. It excited Howie to see his mother so helpless, begging jack to fuck her.

Howie could see between her long slender thighs. His mother had very long legs, he thought. Her bushy cunt was exposed, the pink pussy lips glistening wetly. He stared for a long time at her cunt, finding the thick, triangled dark hair exciting, her pink pussy looking like candy, with the tip of her knotted clit visibly throbbing. Howie wanted to stick his cock into his mother's cunt and fuck her the way she was begging Jack to fuck her. The way she twisted against the strong cords, her ass writhing, sent a fiery tingle through Howie's tight balls.

"You'd fuck a cock, all night, you cunt," Jack snarled down at her. "You'd fuck any hard cock right now, mine, or any other cock!"

"Oh, yes, darling!" Joan whimpered.

The belt snapped loudly as it came down across her white stomach again. Now there were two red stripes on her flesh. Joan didn't scream this time; she tried to arch her cunt up. Jack laughed again, rubbing his hand along the front of his white Jockey shorts. His balls filled the crotch of his shorts, and his long, thick cock stood toward his stomach, outlined by the stretching fabric. Joan stared at his cockbulge hungrily, licking her lips. Her cunt clenched with readiness, but she knew he wouldn't fuck her yet.

It was a game they played every chance they got, which was about twice a week. They would play it more often, but Jack's job took him out of town for most of the week. Joan would love to play every night, but it was impossible. She had been dating Jack for over a year, and their weird relationship had developed quite fast. Joan had always loved being tied up and abused, but her ex-husband didn't go for it, and that brought about an early divorce. When she found Jack had the same interests, she was elated.

"Want to suck my big cock, you fucking cunt?" Jack asked, lowering the elastic waist of his shorts just, enough, to let her see the huge, swollen head of his prick. "How would you like to lick on this?"

"Ooo, please!" Joan gasped, lifting her head, lips open wide. "Put it in my mouth! I'll suck it, suck it very good for you, Jack!"

"Fuck you, cocksucker!" he said, snapping the waist of his shorts back over his cock head. "I'm not through teaching you a few things yet."

Howie was fumbling at his pants as he watched, the need to release the pressure on his cock and balls great. He pulled his cock and balls from his pants, but the left them alone. He didn't want to come off right now. He wanted to watch the ending of what he was seeing.

"Jack, darling," Joan panted. "Please, do something to me. My pussy is on fire! It needs your cock, darling! If you won't fuck it, just kiss it a little!"

"What do you think I am, a fucking cunt licker?" Jack said, and he lashed the strap across Joan's shapely, upstanding tits.

Joan howled in pain. Her tits were very tender, and especially her swollen nipples. The pain seared the creamy tit flesh. She seldom enjoyed the pain on her tits, but it was part of the price she had to pay for the rest of it.

"Maybe I'll turn you over and beat your fucking hot ass, Joan," he said. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, oooo, yes!" Joan whimpered. "Don't hit my tits again, Jack. I can't stand it when you hit my tits that way."

"Are you telling me what to do, fuckface?"

"No, never," she replied. "But you know how tender my tits are, darling."

"Why do you think I like to hit them?" He smiled in a cruel way at her. "You have to learn who's in control, Joan. You have to learn to do anything I say, obey me to the letter."

"I do," she whispered, her green eyes fixed upon the thick outline of his hard cock. "God, I do obey you, Jack! I try so hard to obey you."

"That's a fucking lie!" he said, and he brought the belt down across her lower stomach, leaving a stripe just above the hairline of her cunt. "You wore panties the other day shopping, and I told you never to wear those panties again. You're supposed to wear the panties I choose for you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she whimpered. "I had to wear panties. But I wore the dress you told me to wear. But, Jack, it was so windy that day. What if my dress blew up? My God, Jack, everyone would have seen my ass."

"So what? It's a pretty ass, isn't it?"

"But I had those red marks," Joan said. "People would know I've been beaten. I would have been so ashamed."

"I don't care what you would have been, damn it," Jack said angrily. "You'll go out naked if I say so."

Again he struck her with the belt, this time across the tops of her thighs, where her nylons stopped.

"Owwww!" Joan yelped. "I will! Untie me… I'll do it! I'll go out naked, let people see me!"

"Maybe laser," Jack said, shoving his shorts down and letting his cock and balls bang out.

Howie, listening, was getting more and more excited. He saw Jack's big cock, and wondered how it could possibly fit into his mother's cunt. The idea of seeing his mother walking outside naked sent an exciting tremor through his balls, and he almost came off.

Inside the room, Jack had dropped the leather strap, leaning over Joan. He slapped at her tits hard. The sound came out the window to Howie, and it was a wonderful sound to the boy.

Jack climbed onto the bed, straddling Joan's body, his ass planted on her stomach. Gripping his cock, Jack began to whip it back and forth, hitting Joan's tits with his cock. Then he slipped his ass back and began to slap at Joan's tits with both hands. Joan cried loudly, her ass twisting. The pain he created in her tender tits was bad, almost unbearable.

She sobbed with real pain now.

By the time Jack stopped slapping her tits, the creamy flesh was a bright red, but her nipples jutted up even harder than before. Her cunt was made wetter, dripping juices now. The pink pussy lips seemed to open and close, and her cunt looked harder.

Howie grabbed at his own cock as he crouched, squeezing it, breathing heavily. The desire to fuck his cock into his mother's cunt was stronger than ever.

Jack scooted up toward Joan's tits, his cock sliding between them Howie gasped as he saw the man close his mother's tits about his cock and fuck back and forth. His mother was no longer sobbing, but holding her head up, her eyes on the head of his cock as it appeared between her tits.

"Let me suck it, darling," Howie heard his mother say. "Let me suck your cock."

"Not yet, Joan," Jack grunted. "But you know I love to suck it," Joan whimpered.

"Shit, you'd suck any cock you could get your fucking hands on," Jack taunted.

"I would," Joan replied, licking her lips hungrily as she watched his piss hole drip hot juices on her flesh. "You know I would."

"But only if I tell you to, right?"

"Yes," Joan whispered.

"You love to suck cock so much, you'd even suck Howie's cock if I told you to, wouldn't you?"

Joan's breath caught, her eyes darting up to his face.

"Answer me, you cunt!" he snarled, and he slapped Joan's face.

"Owwww!" Joan howled, her head snapping to one side from the force of the slap. "That hurt, Jack!"

"Of course it hurt," he said. "I meant it to hurt. You have to answer me when I ask questions."

"Sack, you're going too far," Joan pleased. "You're supposed to just tie me up and hit me a little, that was the agreement."

"I've changed the rules, bitch."

Joan stared unbelieving up at him. She felt his cock throbbing so sweetly between her tits, her tit flesh slippery with the hot juices that dripped. She squirmed her naked ass against the mattress. Her cunt was boiling, clenching rightly.

"I'm waiting, Joan," Jack said, fucking his cock in and out between her tits. He held them tight around his cock, sliding his heavy balls along her it flesh.

"For what?" Joan asked, trying to get him off the subject of her son.

Jack slapped her again, rocking her head and making her dizzy. "You'd suck your son's cock off if I told you to, right?"

Joan screamed as fire burned through her cheek. She was still screaming when Jack dug his fingers into her tender nipples, pinching very hard.

"Yes!" Joan howled in pain.

"Yes, what?"

"I'd suck his cock!" Joan blubbered, real tears of pain and shame in her eyes now.

Jack was gong farther with her than he ever had, and she wasn't sure she liked it. She might be a bit perverse in what she enjoyed, but she certainly didn't want her young son involved.

Jack slapped her again, using both hands, rocking her head from side to side, hurting her, laughing in a cruel way.

"You'd take his little cock in your cocksucking mouth and fuck him, right? You'd fuck your son's cock with your hot, wet mouth, and when he came, you'd drink his jizz right down, wouldn't you? You fucking cunt!"

"Yes, yes!" Joan screamed as the pain blazed through her head. "Stop it, Jack! It hurts!"

"If I tell you to suck Howie off, you'll do it?"

"Yes! Oh, damn you, yes!"

Howie's cock throbbed wildly as he listened, watching Jack slapping his mother. The idea of his mother sucking his cock off excited the boy tremendously. Maybe Jack would tell her to do it, maybe he would tell her to fuck him. Howie gripped his cock so hard, it was painful.

Joan's cheeks burned with pain, and she sobbed pitifully. Once again Jack closed her lovely tits about his cock and began fucking between them.

"Okay," he said, "now you can suck my cock a little."

An eager whimper came from Joan as she opened her lips to accept his big prick between them. Howie hoped they couldn't hear his breathing. He didn't want to be chased away now, and he didn't want to get caught, either.

Although he saw it, he didn't believe it. His mother closed her lips about the big head of Jack's cock. He watched Jack lift to his knees, his hands holding the headboard of the bed, and slowly fuck more of his thick cock into his mother's mouth. He saw her eyes, roll and become dreamy, heard the gurgle of delight she made. Jack fucked back and forth, fucking Joan's mouth, his heavy balls swinging, and Howie crouched outside the window in trembling excitement.

"You like that big cock, don't you?" Jack asked.

Joan's eyes looked up at him, shining with pleasure, her tongue crowded by his thick prick. The cock head rested a while at the back of her throat, and the throbbing pulsations of his cock shaft tingled her lips. The wiry hair at the base of his cock tickled her lips, a feeling she liked very much. She enjoyed the way her lips stretched around his hardness, the weight of his balls on her chin.

Sometimes she wanted him to be still, to let her suck all she wanted, and other times she loved to have him fuck her mouth as if it were her cunt. Jack always came so much, sending that thick and creamy come juice spraying over her tongue. She loved it whew he came, filling her mouth until jism dripped from her stretching lips.

Howie watched his mother trying to lift her head, trying to suck on Jack's cock. But Jack wouldn't let her. He leaned over and fucked up and dawn, driving his cock between Joan's hot lips slowly taking his time. Howie's eyes darted feverishly from his mother's cockfilled mouth to her hairy, wet cunt. He watched his mother's ass squirm, seeing those hairlined pussy lips clenching. It excited Howie to see his mother's lips lifting up and down, grinding as if she were fucking. He imagined it was his cock in her mouth, that he was the one who had tied her up and could do anything he wanted to her.

"You want me to come in your fucking mouth?" Jack asked.

Joan's eyes rolled with delight as she nodded her head.

"Maybe I will," Jack replied. "But then, maybe I won't."

Joan squeezed her lips about his cock as he fucked back and forth, not knowing if he would jerk free before he came. She wanted to taste his thick come on her tongue, feel it burn down her throat. Her cunt was so hot, and if he came in her mouth, Joan knew her orgasm would be terrific.

Howie was seeing the passion of his mother. She was so different now than when she was at home. There, she always dressed so proper. Going without panties! If only he had known, he would have found some way to get a peek at her cunt before.

Suddenly Jack jerked his cock out of Joan's mouth.

"Nooo!" Joan wailed, trying to close her lips around the big cock head. "Please, in my mouth, Jack! Came in my cocksucking mouth!"

But Jack scooted quickly down between her widely spread thighs.

Howie watched. Jack's thick cock ram into his mother's cunt swiftly. He saw the man's balls bounce up and down as he fucked fast and hard into his mother's cunt. Joan was twisting her naked ass in a frenzy, trying to arch her pussy high.

"Ooo, fuck me, darling?" Joan wailed. "Ram your big, hard cock deep into my cunt! Oooo, you're so fucking hard and you're going to make me come and I love it!"

Twisting and squirming, Joan moaned with pleasure, fucking up at Jack's cock as best she could. Howie could actually see his mother's hairy cunt stretching about Jack's thick cock. The sight sent chills of perverse pleasure racing about his young body. He couldn't stop jerking his fist on his cock now. He began to pump, beating at his swollen prick frantically.

"Jack, you're going to make me come!" his mother yelled. "Ohhhh, ram it to me, you big cocked bastard!"

Jack jerked his cock from her cunt.

"No, nooo!" Joan howled, her hips thrashing. "Put it back in me! Oh, God, I was about to come!"

"So am I, cunt!"

Jack's cock gushed, sending hot geysers of come juice along Joan's stomach, from her cunt hair to her tits. Joan moaned, twisting her hips frantically, almost coming, but not quite.

Howie wondered why Jack had come on his mother's body instead of in her pussy. It puzzled him.

When Jack stopped coming, he shoved his cock to Joan's mouth. "Lick it clean, bitch."

Howie watched his mother's tongue licking at Jack's cock, but Jack wouldn't let her take it into her mouth. Joan's tongue lapped in a frenzy, licking the come juice away. Then Jack stood at the edge of the bed, his cock dangling, still long and thick.

"Ready?" he asked Joan. "Oh, am I ever!"

Howie gasped with surprise.

Jack was pissing on his mother!

He swung his cock back and forth, pissing on her tits, on her come-covered stomach, pissing into her cunt hair until it was matted, drenched in piss.

"Oooo, I'm coming now, darling!" Howie heard his mother wail, her hips thrashing wildly, her wrists and ankles fighting the strong cords holding her down. "Piss on me! Piss all over me! Piss on my tits, piss on my hot cunt!"

Howie's cock went off.