Roped sitter, chained mom

CHAPTER FOUR

Joan came home about fivethirty that morning, and found Cindy, as usual, sleeping on the couch. Knowing that Cindy's father was dead tired, she let Cindy keep sleeping.

She checked on her son in his room, and found him sound asleep, too. Going through the house to make sure everything was locked up, she walked between the sleeping Cindy and the coffee table. She sniffed, understanding what the odor was immediately. She squatted down and ran her hand along the carpet, finding it wet. She smelled her hand.

"Piss," she whispered, turning to look at Cindy, a slight frown on her face. Joan began to wonder. Cindy was uncovered, having kicked a blanket to her feet. Her pleated skirt was above her knees, and Joan couldn't resist taking a peek, needing to satisfy her curiosity.

Lifting Cindy's skirt, she saw the girl was naked underneath. Frowning again as she lowered her skirt, Joan stood. She had seen the come juice on Cindy's thighs, and her blonde cunt hair was slightly matted. She wondered if Cindy was having boys in after Howie was in bed.

If so, Joan wasn't going to say anything to the girl's father. Cindy had just as much right to a good fuck as she and Jack did, she felt.

Going to her room, she undressed and climbed between the sheets. She had bathed with Jack at his house. As she started drifting off to sleep, she considered his proposal of marriage again. It could work, she thought, except for one thing: how could they enjoy their kind of sex living in a house with a boy and girl? That was the only thing Joan knew of that prevented a marriage between them. They would eventually be caught, and there was no telling how Howie and Cindy would react.

Later, Joan thought at first she was dreaming, that Jack had her tied to his bed again, spreadeagled. She moaned softly in her sleep, wiggling her hips. Her legs were spread wide, and her cunt was so wry hot.

Howie stood over his mother, watching her with gleaming eyes. He had awakened early, finding Cindy gone, and finding his mother in bed. She had kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed, her legs thrown wide apart. She was naked.

Immediately, he carefully tied her to the bed as she had been in Jack's house. He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing between his mother's long thighs, staring at her cunt. It was different thaw Cindy's cunt, yet just the same. He examined his mother's cunt carefully, and the only real difference he could see was that the cunt hair seemed thicker, and it wardark, where Cindy had blonde cunt hair.

But the real difference was that it was his mother's cunt he was looking at, and that he had her tied up so he could fuck her if he wanted to.

Joan slowly opened her eyes, her hips wiggling with pleasure. It took a moment for her to focus her vision, and suddenly she yelped.

"Howie!" she shouted, trying to close her legs. "What are you doing in here? Why am I tied like this? Get out of here, damn you!"

Howie laughed. "Not yet, Mother."

"But why?" she asked, her eyes darting about. She felt embarrassed to have her son staring at her with that gleam of lust in his young eyes.

"I saw you, Mother," he said. "I peeked and watched you and Jack. Shame on you."

"You… saw?"

"Everything," he laughed. "I saw him piss on you, Mother. I watched him fuck you, and I heard you begging for more."

"Oh, my God!"

"Why are you blushing? I thought you'd like waking up all tied up."

"But you're my son," she yelped. "You're not supposed to see me like this! Cover me up, at least."

"I want to look at you," Howie said, moving to the side of her bed. "See what you do to me, Mother?"

He shoved his shorts down, and his cock popped up, swollen and hard. "You give me a hardon."

Joan stared at her young son's cock, her face flushed. Howie's cock was not as big as Jack's, but she found it beautiful. Despite being humiliated by her son this way, Joan was reacting. She was reacting to being tied and naked, the same as she did when Jack tied her up. The passion to be tied and helpless was stronger than her shame. Her cunt started pulsing, her clit tightening up. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, a soft, low moan coming from her throat.

Her reaction was not missed by her son. He darted his eyes to her hairy cunt, giggling as he stroked his cock slowly. He saw the lips of his mother's cunt quiver.

"I can fuck you, too," he said. "I can fuck you the way Jack did."

"Oh, God, Howie," she moaned, staring at his swollen cock. "You mustn't! It's so wrong to fuck your own mother! Please, don't get such crazy idea, honey."

But Joan was lying. She was hungry for her son's cock. She struggled against the cords, but it was only a show. Her desperate need to be helpless and humiliate caused all thoughts of right or wrong to fade completely from her mind.

"Please, baby, don't fuck me," she said, gazing at his cock with smoldering eyes. "Please, don't put that in me! Don't fuck your mother!"

She saw in her son's eyes the same expression Jack got when she was tied. Her naked body shivered with anticipation, and she wasn't in the least surprised when her cunt came. It was a mild, rippling orgasm, but delicious just the same. She watched her son's piss hole grow wet, and she licked at her lips.

Howie kept stroking his cock, staring at her, seeing her hips twisting. There was a wild look on his face. And then he cupped his mother's firm tits, digging his fingers into them. The slight pain made Joan moan, and she lifted her hips from the bed.

"You can't stop me, Mother," he said, and he pinched her nipples. "I can fuck you anytime I want."

When he pinched her nipples, Joan cried out, but it was the cry of a woman experiencing needed pleasurepain. Her cunt quivered, and she almost came again. He pressed his cock against her tit, trying to fit her nipple into his piss hole. Joan dipped her chin, watching him, wishing he could get her nipple in there. The wetness of his dripping cock thrilled her.

"Oooo," she mewled. "You're making my tit wet, Howie. It's slippery… please don't, darling."

"What would you do if I pissed on your fucking tits, Mother?"

"Oh, God!" Joan whimpered. "I'd come, that's what I'd do. I'd come, damn it!"

"That's what I thought," he laughed, taking his cock from her tit. "But I'm not gonna piss on you; I'm gonna fuck you, Mother!"

Joan choked, gazing at her son. "You want to fuck?" he asked. "I heard what you said to Jack last night."

"You know everything, don't you?" she whispered.

Her son nodded.

"Do you really like tying me up like this, or is it because you think I wouldn't let you fuck me?"

Howie laughed at her. "I like it when you talk that way, you cunt," he said.

"Ooooo, damn it," Joan sighed. "Call me anything you want, Howie. I love it… it makes me so hot!"

She twisted against the ropes, her cunt boiling with seeping pussy juices.

"Are you a cunt, Mother?" the boy asked. "Are you really a cunt?"

"Look at me," she whispered. "Don't I look like a cunt? Look at my pussy, baby. See how wet matter's cunt is? I love being tied up and helpless, being forced to do what you want with me. It's the only way I really enjoy it."

"I saw, remember?"

"Then fuck me, Howie!" she urged, arching her hips up as high as she could. "Ohhh, honey, put your hard cock in your mother's hot cunt, and fuck it raw! Hurry, Howie fuck your mother!"

Howie climbed onto the bed between his mother's spread thighs. His cock jerked about wildly as he moved it to her hairy, wet pussy. Joan held her head up, watching between her tits, watching his cock, her cunt already twitching with her perverse eagerness.

Howie pressed his cock head into his mother's cunt, and Joan purred with pleasure, her head dropping back to the pillow. She twisted her hips, grinding her cunt onto his cock as he fucked it all the way into her.

He felt his mother's cunt clamp at the base of his cock. He fucked in deeply, leaning over and grabbing her big, firm tits with both hands. He held his hips up, letting his mother's cunt fuck up and down on his cock stuffed a long nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily Joan pumped her ass up and down, whimpering as her hairy cunt sucked at her son's cock. The ecstasy was intense at the moment, and she didn't think of Howie as her son, but as a cock only.

"Oooo, suck my tit!" she moaned. "Mother will fuck your hard cock off! You like it, darling? Is my cunt hot enough for you? Wet and slippery?"

Howie didn't reply. His mouth was filled by a hard nipple, and his hips were plunging now. He fucked frantically, grunting. Joan squirmed and writhed beneath him, the hot sensation of orgasm swelling inside her pussy.

"Ohhh, you're going to make Mother come, baby!" she wailed, slamming her hips up and down. "If I was untied, I'd wrap my legs around your fucking ass and hang on!"

When she came, Joan howled with ecstasy, smashing her cunt powerfully into his cock. She squeezed so tightly at the base, Howie jerked his lips off her tit and groaned. His cock gushed, sending hot, thick spurts of come juice into his mother's hairy cunt. Joan twisted her naked hips in a frenzy her cunt sucking and draining her son's balls. When it was over, she let her ass slump to the bed.

Howie rested on top of her, clinging to one fit with tight fingers. His cock went soft in her pussy, but he let it stay inside.

Howie started pissing.

"Oooo, Howie," his mother mewled. "You're pissing in me! Oh, you're pissing in my cunt!"

"Why not? You're just a fucking cunt anyway, Mother."

"Yes! Oh, God… I am just a fucking cunt!" she wailed, feeling her pussy suck at his pissing cock. "I'm a fucking cunt and my son fucked me and he's pissing in my hot cunt and I'm going to come again and I love it! Oooo, drown my hot cunt, darling… flood Mother's cunt with piss! Ooooo, beautiful! Piss in me… piss in my fucking pussy!"

The piss filled her cunt, then sprayed out, soaking her ass and the bed. She came, strong and hot and deliciously, shrieking with perverse ecstasy.

She continued to writhe with pleasure after Howie pulled his cock out. He wiped his wet prick on her stomach, then untied her.

"I'm hungry," he said. "Get your fucking ass in the kitchen and fix breakfast."

"Oooo, I will," Joan cooed, sitting up in the puddle of piss.

She rubbed her ankles and wrist, seeing the red marks on them. She smiled shyly at her son, watching him finish removing his shorts. Instead of dropping them, he threw them in his mother's face. She caught them, smelling the piss.

"Wipe your fucking face with them, Mother," he demanded.

"Anything you say, darling," Joan purred, wiping her face. "Ooooo, you're so manly! I had no idea you could be this strong, Howie."

He grinned at his mother. "Fix breakfast. I'm not through with you, fuckface."

"Ooo, I hope not!"

She started to get her robe, but Howie stopped her.

"Just nylons, garter belt, and high heels, Mother," he said. "Just like last night with Jack."

With a shy look at her son, Joan pulled her nylons on. She snapped her garter belt to them, then put on her black high heels. Giving her son a coy look, she went to the kitchen.

After breakfast, Howie told his mother he needed to purchase a few things.

"Like what, darling?"

"You'll see," he replied mysteriously. "You have to go with me to pay."

They visited a hardware store, where Howie searched out the specific items he wanted. He chose large hooks that could be screwed into wood, shining chains of various sizes, and then leather straps that could be fashioned into cuffs or whatever his imagination could do with them. He chose a dozen or so small locks with keys.

When Joan paid for the items, the man gave her a knowing grin. Joan blushed deeply, keeping her eyes down and not looking at the man.

The counter was almost chest high, and she felt her son's hand running over her ass, which only made her flush more.

"Please, Howie," she said when they were in the car. "Don't touch me like that in public."

Howie shoved his hand up his mother's skirt. "Why the fuck not?"

"It embarrasses me," she whispered, feeling his fingers twisting the hair of her cunt.

"That's fine with me, Mother," he laughed, and he pinched her soft thigh. "Besides, you get off being embarrassed."

"Oh, God," Joan gave a soft gasp, staring at her son. "You're worse than Jack."

"I hope so," he replied. "Let's go home. I've got things to do."

Joan shivered as she drove home. She wasn't sure if the shiver was anticipation, or fear. She didn't mind at all being tied to a bed with ropes, but the items her son had chosen looked really cruel to her.

Howie got busy right away at the house, screwing hooks in various places. He spent all day rigging up his equipment. Joan's cunt throbbed excitedly, yet she wasn't sure she was going to enjoy some of this. Her son was excited as he worked; his cock strained all the time, inside his pants. It was dark when he finished.

"You're not going to see Jack tonight, are you, Mother?"

"Not tonight," she whispered. She had sat most of the day, watching him, wearing only her garter belt, nylons, and high heels. "Did you tie Cindy up last night, honey?"

"Yep," he replied. "After watching you and Jack, I found her asleep, so I tied her up and fucked her."

"Did she enjoy it?"

"Shit, no," Howie laughed. "She was so pissed off at me, she pissed on the floor."

"Will you tie her up again, fuck her?"

"I'll probably have to grab her quick next time," Howie said. "She'll be watching me kind of close from now on, I think."

She watched him pull on chains connected to hooks. He had them all over the walls, on the floor, and even the ceiling. Some had small, heavyduty pulleys.

"Are you going to use all that on me?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. It didn't look like fun to her, not now.

Howie didn't answer his mother. Satisfied with what he had accomplished, he undressed. Joan's eyes started smoldering when his cock jerked free. His prick was very hard, the cock head smoothly swollen, dripping already. His balls, she thought, were cute. There wasn't much hair, nothing at all compared to Jack's hairy balls. His cock wasn't as big either, yet it had felt wonderful fucking her that morning.

Howie stood in the center of the room, gazing at his mother, slowly pumping on his cock. "Open your fucking legs and show me that rotten cunt, Mother!"

"Tie me up first." She smiled sweetly at him, cupping her tits. She stood, her shoulders back to thrust her lovely tits outward.

"Nice tits, Mother." He grinned at her, selecting leather cuffs. "Turn around so I can tie your hands."

Joan turned willingly, her cunt pulsating with hot wetness, her naked body trembling slightly. Howie cuffed his mother's hands behind her back, then placed cuffs around her ankles.

He slipped a crudely fashioned harness under her armpits, and Joan wondered.

Howie told her to lie on the floor on her back, and she complied. It was uncomfortable with her hands cuffed there, but she suffered with it, watching her son closely. This was not going to be simple, she knew. He wasn't just going to tie her up in a helpless position, then fuck her. Howie obviously had something else in mind.

Standing over his mother, Howie looked down at her, his cock throbbing very hard. Joan looked up, her eyes fixed on his cock and balls, her flesh pimpling.

"Howie, you can't fuck me with my legs cuffed together this way," she ventured. "You are going to fuck me, aren't you, darling?"

"Sure, Mother," he grinned. "You'll see."