Stepmother in ropes

CHAPTER TWO

Feeling more degraded than ever in her life, Lynn was, nevertheless, grateful when the boys untied her. With downcast, shy eyes, she tried to adjust her ripped dress as best she could, feeling the garment soaked with piss.

She waited, sitting for a moment longer, wondering why she didn't run from them. Then, shocked, she realized she was waiting to be told when she could leave. She could hear her stepsons talking, but there was such a roaring inside her head, she couldn't make out any of their words. Peeking shyly she saw them leaving the kitchen.

Then she gave a sigh of relief. She pressed her hands over her face and began to sob.

She didn't know what to do, where to turn. That strange feeling she had felt when they came on her tits and then pissed on them was gone. She felt disgust, blaming herself for letting this happen to her. She could have fought them. She could have resisted, yet she had sat passively and let them tie her up and perform those humiliating things to her body. Confusion ran through her mind.

Slowly, like a zombie, she walked up the stain to her room, where she bathed for a long time, trying not to think. The hot water soothed her body, but did nothing for her bruised emotions. An hour later, as she was dressing in frisk clothing the telephone rang. She stood shaking. If it was Jake, what could she tell him?

She answered it after six rings.

Billy and Tony had been caught in a department store, shoplifting some cheap items they could easily have paid, for. She was asked to come to the store.

Lynn didn't know what to do, but she didn't have much choice.

If she refused to go to their aid, Jake would be very angry with her. He had, after all, left them in her care. Jake wanted her to run the house and his family like any mother so he could devote his time to his growing career. If she valued her marriage, she had to confront the store manager, attempt to get her stepsons out of the problem and try to punish them as Jake expected of her.

Approaching the department store, Lynn trembled, fearful of entering. Billy and Tony were in there, and she dreaded facing them after what they had done to her.

The manager was kind with her, giving the boys a stern lecture on shoplifting and what it could lead them to, then he released the boys to her, promising not to contact the authorities unless they were caught again.

Billy and Tony acted contrite and sorry for their act, but once they were out of the store, alone with Lynn, they changed completely around.

"That old fart," Billy scoffed. "We would've gotten away with it if he hadn't come along at that time, huh, Tony?"

"Yeah," Tony replied. "Up his!"

"Now don't talk that way," Lynn admonished, trying to exert some influence over them, but her voice sounded shaky. "It isn't nice."

"You can piss up a rope," Billy said, making Tony snicker. "You don't own us, Lynn."

"That's right," echoed Tony.

Lynn didn't like the way they talked. Telling her to piss up a rope had been the start of that degrading experience this morning, and she didn't want a repeat of that! Maybe if she kept her mouth shut, they would leave her alone.

At home, the boys, she saw gratefully, went to their rooms upstairs. She gathered up the soiled laundry, planning on doing the washing. The washing machine and dryer were set in a small room near the garage, and she would feel safe from her stepsons there, she felt. Loading the washer and turning it on, she leaned over it, not wanting to go back into the house. She was afraid Billy and Tony would be downstairs.

"Oh!" she screeched suddenly.

The boys had come up on her silently, and one of them had flipped her skirt up before she knew they were there. As her face burned with embarrassment, Lynn fought to shove her skirt down.

"Oh, fancy panties, stepmother dear," Billy said. "Real fancy, wouldn't you say, Tony?"

"Yeah, all lace and nothing else."

"Don't, please," Lynn begged, yet trying to sound firm, but failing miserably. "Haven't you done enough for one day?"

"Naw," Billy said. "We're just getting started, Lynn. Don't you wanna play with us? You're supposed to make us happy, aren't you? Mothers always make their boys and girls happy if they're real mothers."

Lynn, still facing the washing machine, closed her eyes tightly, tears already starting to sting them. She had her hands balled into tight fists, resting on the lid of the machine.

Suddenly she felt a rope being placed around her right wrist, jerking her hand back. The rope was secured, then lifted up and tied to a wall hook above the washing machine. Her left hand was tied the same way. She struggled against the ropes, then she felt her skirt being lifted up from behind again, and now she had no defense against it.

"We just wanna see your fancy panties, Lynn," Billy said, "They sure are the prettiest panties I've ever seen."

"I wanna feel them," Tony said.

"Don't!" Lynn groaned. "Don't touch me, please!"

She kicked her feet around in an attempt to keep them away.

"Tie her fucking feet!" Tony said. "She's gonna kick one of us in the fucking balls."

"She kicks me in the balls and I'm gonna beat her fucking ass," Billy said. "But let's tie her feet anyway."

Lynn made feeble efforts to stop them, but they held her legs firmly as a rope was looped about her ankles, then pulled off to the sides and secured. Her legs were parted, her crotch open and vulnerable. She felt her skin being lifted to her waist, pinned between her stomach and the vibrating washing machine.

She trembled in shame when a hand began to stroke the cheeks of her ass, another on the back of her thigh. Chills floated up and down her flesh.

"Lynn has a nice ass. Don't she, Tony?"

"Real smooth ass," Tony replied, squeezing the springy cheek of her ass. "Let's take her fucking panties off, Billy."

Lynn slumped against her bonds, tears running down her cheeks for the second time this day. She was totally helpless, unable to stop her stepsons. They had her tied up until she couldn't move. Her hands were up past her head, tied to those damned hooks, and her feet were spread wide. The washing machine vibrated against her flat stomach. She had no choice; she had to accept whatever they were going to do to her, and she hoped it was quick. She wanted to get this over with as fast as she could.

"We can't get them off her legs," Billy said. "Cut them off like we did this morning."

Billy left to get a knife. Lynn thought if she was alone with Tony, she could talk at least one of her stepsons out of this wicked thing they were doing with her.

"Tony, why are you doing this?" she asked. "It's wrong you know. Why are you humiliating me, cutting my clothes off and tying me up like this? I haven't done anything to you boys, have I?"

"You better shut up," Tony said. He gripped his stepmother's ass, squeezing and feeling, fondling the creamy, smooth swells of her ass. "Billy said if you tried to stop us, we'd have to keep you tied up all day and night. And you better not tell Dad, or we'll make it real hard on you."

"Oh, God!" Lynn moaned, knowing she couldn't talk Tony out of it. Her body trembled, the cheeks of her ass tightening involuntarily.

"I've got the knife," Billy said. "Take your hands out of her panties. I don't wanna cut you by accident."

Lynn felt the knife sawing at her panties, then they fell to the floor between her spread legs. She was naked from the waist down, and her face was flaming with shame as they looked her firm ass over.

"That gives me a fucking hard-on," Billy said. "Hey, Lynn, you ever let Dad assfuck you?" He giggled lewdly. "I bet you really go for a cock up your pretty ass, don't you?"

Lynn could not reply, her throat was constricted and dry. She felt their hands caressing her naked ass. Her body twitched spastically, jerking, as she tried to pull away from them.

"Wanna see her asshole, Tony?"

"Yeah, let's take a look at her asshole," Tony said. "I heard you can tell if a girl takes it up the ass by looking at her asshole."

"Yeah, I heard that, too."

Lynn felt the cheeks of her ass being parted, and she clenched them tightly, but it did no good. Tony pulled one asscheek and his brother the other. They exposed her asshole, squatting behind her and peering at it.

"Still looks tight to me," Billy said.

"See if you can stick your finger in her ass, Billy."

"Please, don't!" Lynn groaned, her asshole becoming very tight against the invasion. "I've never… never done anything like that before. It's horrible… shameful! Please, don't do this to me!"

"Shut your fucking mouth, Lynn!" Billy growled as he started poking his finger against her asshole.

Feeling the pressure against her asshole, Lynn held her breath, steeling herself for the expectant pain when he shoved his finger into her ass. The pressure grew as Billy pressed the tip of his finger harder.

"Ohhh!" Lynn moaned as Billy's finger penetrated her virgin asshole. "Take it out! Oh, God… take it out!"

"She's kinda tight," Billy said, ignoring his stepmother's plead. "I don't know, Tony. Maybe she hasn't had a cock up her ass!"

Billy worked his finger in and out of Lynn's asshole, fucking slowly. She could hear her stepsons gasping and panting in their perverse pleasure. She refused to acknowledge the swelling of her clitoris, or the moistening of her cunt. She wiggled her naked ass around, trying to dislodge Billy's finger. All her wiggling did was excite the boys, making Billy fuck his finger faster into her ass. She was surprised to find it no longer hurt. The slight burning sensation even felt somewhat pleasant to her.

"She likes it!" Tony said, half giggling. "Look at her shake her ass, Billy! I think Lynn goes for assfucking, don't you?"

"Sure looks like it," Billy replied, thrusting his finger deeply into Lynn's asshole, wiggling it about.

"My cock is gonna explode," Tony said in a husky voice. "I gotta get it out of my pants."

"So take it out," Billy said, more interested in watching his finger sink deeply into his stepmother's asshole. Her asshole gripped his finger, the tissues sucking on it as he pulled back, then sinking inward with his finger. "I think our loving stepmother would love a cock in her hot asshole, Tony. She's sure tight, and it feels like she ain't gonna turn my finger loose."

Tony had jerked his throbbing cock from his pants, squeezing it in his fist, watching Billy fingerfuck Lynn's ass.

Lynn's ass twisted in an effort to dislodge Billy's finger, but the more she twisted, the faster he fucked her asshole. Realizing she was providing them with erotic excitement by her movements, she held her body stiff and still. Even that did her no good; Billy fucked her ass just the same.

She slumped, held upright by her straining arms. The sobbing sounds she made were soft, almost inaudible. Her shame was intense, her hopeless position frightening her more than anything she had ever felt. Her tits were uplifted by her raised arms, and shame flooded her when she felt her nipples swell, tingling as they pressed into the cups of her bra. She could no longer ignore the sensitive pulsations of her cunt and clit. Something exciting seemed to happen as Billy rammed his finger in and out of her asshole, becoming more brutal. Trying to control her fast breathing, Lynn gasped softly. Her ass was writhing slowly. The pleasant feeling, starting in her asshole, was creating a warmth in her thighs, her cunt and her tits.

No, I don't want this, she screamed in her mind. I can't stand it! Ooooh, please, please. What's happening to me? Why does this feel good? Why does it feel like I'm going to come? This is insane… I can't come! Not this way, not with a finger up my ass! I can't! I just can't!

"Ohhhh, I don't want to…" Lynn groaned, then her cunt exploded.

The convulsions of her climax sent heat waves up and down her body. Her cunt lips moistened, her clit throbbing sweetly. Her asshole sucked on Billy's finger. She moaned loudly in agonized ecstasy. Her ass twisted, grinding and going through a series of bumps like some stripteaser on a well-lit stage.

"Hey, I think I made Lynn come!" Billy gurgled. "I think she's coming, Tony!"

"How can you tell?" Tony asked, driving his fist back and forth on his cock.

"Her asshole won't turn my fucking finger loose? I think Lynn is cuming. Feel her cuming."

Tony slipped his free hand up his step-mother's thigh. He cupped her hairy cunt, feeling it oozing with wetness. Experimentally, he worked his middle finger into her pussy.

"Oh, don't!" Lynn groaned. "Don't do that to it! Not there! It's wrong, Tony!"

Tony was awed by the heat surrounding his finger, the wetness and how easy he could shove his finger into her cunt. Lynn's cunt was convulsing about his finger as her orgasm drew on and on.

"I think you're right, Billy," Tony said. "I think you made her come." Lynn's orgasms slowly receded, but when Tony pulled his finger out of her cunt, with Billy taking his out of her asshole, Lynn felt herself come again, although it was a mild orgasm and nothing like the boiling one earlier.

The boys stood behind her, looking at her naked ass and thighs.

"I think Lynn is bullshitting," Billy said. "I think she likes being tied up."

"Sure looks like it, Billy. Do you think she and Dad do it this way?"

"Maybe," Billy replied. "But I can't see Dad being that brave with a woman."

Tony's, cock continued to throb outside of his pants. He was standing close to his stepmother, and he began to rub the seeping head of his cock against her thigh, then over the cheek of her ass.

"What are you up to, Tony?" Billy asked.

"Nothing, just rubbing my cock on her, that's all."

They talked about her as if she wasn't there. Lynn's embarrassment was more pronounced because of it. She was just a plaything for them.

"Let's piss on her fucking ass," Billy said. "Oh, no!" Lynn screamed. "Don't make me ashamed any more! Don't do it, please!"

"I can't piss with a fucking hard-on," Tony said.

"Then I'll do it!" Billy replied, taking his cock out of his pants. His prick was half hard. He shoved it up to his stepmother's creamy naked ass, sliding it into the hot crack between her cheeks.

Lynn held her breath. She tried to clench her ass cheeks, but all she succeeded in doing was squeeze the head of Billy's cock. She quickly relaxed.

Billy slipped the head of his cock up the hot crack of her ass, laughing as he let loose with a stream of piss, soaking her asshole.

"Oh, God!" Lynn wailed, feeling his piss stinging her asshole.

"Too late, Lynn. I'm gonna piss on your fucking ass whether you like it or not."

He drew back a few inches, swinging his cock and pissing on her ass cheeks. Lynn felt piss running down the backs of her thighs. She was sobbing with humiliation, her head hanging down between her upstretchtd arms.

"Hold her ass open!" Billy shouted.

Lynn felt Tony's hands parting the cheeks of her ass, then the sting of Billy's hot piss splashing upon her tightly puckered asshole. It was horrible, yet it gave her such a strange feeling.

Her body seemed to be betraying her, ignoring all those frantic signals her mind screamed out. As her mind protested this vile treatment, her body was accepting it, and not just accepting it passively, but with writhing joy. Her cunt was throbbing once again. Her cunt swelled, becoming sensitive, and her tits bulged the cups of her bra, almost driving her out of her mind with unwanted pleasure.

She felt the gushing stream of piss diminish, then trickle down over her asshole. She sighed with relief when it was over. Then Billy gave a final spurt of piss, his cock almost touching her asshole.

"Ohhh!" Lynn groaned.

"Let's undress her," she heard Tony say. His voice excited. "Let's get her naked, Billy."

"We can do anything we want with her. You want to see her without clothes on, go ahead."

Lynn felt the knife go to work, cutting her dress from neck to hem, then the sleeves. The ragged dress was pulled from her, and Tony unclasped her bra. The restraint her tits had been under, swollen painfully, fell away and she sighed softly.

"Look at those tits!" Tony gurgled with delight. "They look better naked, don't you think, Billy?"

"Tits always look better naked."

"Let's take her upstairs and tie her to the bed," Tony suggested.

"What for?"

"I wanna fuck her."

Hearing the youngest boy say that, Lynn began to struggle violently against the ropes. She pleaded and begged, but she was also aware of the increase of her cunt's throbbing.

"We better make sure she don't give us no trouble then," Billy said. "Let's tie a rope around her neck so she has to go with us."

Lynn felt a rape being looped over her head, tied, with two ends hanging loose. Once that was accomplished, they untied her arms and legs. Her muscles were sore from being in that arms-lifted position for so long.