Chained and Spanked Mother,
by DiscipleN
– – – a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” – – –
Chapter 3
Robert snapped open the box cutter’s release. He placed its razor edge just under the girdle’s hem, careful not to slice his mom. From a gentle sawing motion, the stretched material slowly peeled off of her broad cheek as he cut.
Something was happening to her girdle. It felt looser at the base. One of them was cutting it off of her ass! “No!” She hissed into her gag.
“Shhh, Mom. Keep still or I’ll cut you.” To Joan, it sounded more like a threat than a warning.
As the tight material split away, both boys could see the results of their swatting. Red marks crisscrossed their mother’s upper thighs. The wide but shallow welts ran up under her plain, white panty. Its cotton was thick enough to hide the bulk of their effort.
Abruptly, the girdle’s last threads, ripped! It fell to the floor. The sharp sound reminded her of being struck. Joan’s ass flinched and wobbled.
Tommy laughed and spanked a reddened cheek with his bare hand! She cried out, muffled by the fetid rag in her mouth.
Aroused by the sight of his mother’s well abused ass, Robert remembered feeling her protected tit. They had all night to do whatever they wanted with her. The urge to feel it naked, to expose it, overrode his delight at having made her admit to being a tease. He clicked the cutter back into its safety sleeve and set it on the floor. “Help me, Tommy. I’m going to undress Mom’s tits.”
“Ooooo.” That sounded exciting too! Tommy leaped to help, dropping his mother’s skirt over her inflamed rear.
My dress? They wouldn’t. I’m their mother! The time when her children had needed their mother’s breasts had ended years ago. For extra health, she had breast fed the boys long after most women. They had been wonderful babies and toddlers at her nipples, never biting, and sucking most delightfully. Peggy had been weaned early, to make room for her siblings. Her daughter had shared her milk with Robert, until Tommy was born. Thereafter, only the boys could drink from her breasts. Were they remembering those sweet times, as they released one of her arms?
“If you fight us, Mom, we’re going to belt you for an hour!” Robert promised, stupidly. While he held her arm, Tommy untied it from the iron ring. Her hands were almost white from lack of blood. Rope was too constricting, to tie her like that for very long, Robert mulled. Tommy hadn’t noticed.
When their mother didn’t fight, Tommy bent her arm behind her back, like they read in an army manual in the library. Robert untied her other arm.
Joan felt blood return to her hands. She could hardly feel them, one of the reasons she didn’t fight. Another was, the pain in her ass and her soul. Her wonderful, two sons had become perfect devils. She long believed their previously mild temperments were proof of having overcome her wicked youth. Now that wickedness had found her once again, as lustful boys who had emerged from her womb.
They leaned her away from the wall, using her back twisted arms. Each bone creaked painfully within her shoulder sockets. The pain was steady but not as sharp or intense as her whipping. She almost welcomed it for taking her attention away from the fire in her rear.
Robert reached for the buttons in front of his mother’s dress. When he unbuttoned the first, she shook her head vigorously. No! Please, no.
He smiled. “You’ve got big tits, Mom. You teased us with them and your ass. Maybe we’ll punish them too.” Her eyes pleaded upon hearing that.
“Yeah, I want to spank your tits, for teasing us with them.” Tommy echoed.
Joan groaned with grief. “Nooo!”
Robert finished unbuttoning the top of his mother’s dress. He peeled it away from her thick, wire bra, over her shoulders and down her arms. Her skin was creamy and smooth. He and Tommy carefully controlled their mother’s arms to extract them from its sleeves. Freed from her arms, her top fell, peeling down her torso, revealing her round midriff. Her chest heaved from fear and shame.
Neither boy knew anything about bras. Their mother’s held her proud tits like a challenge. It looked sturdy and strong. Each of them looked for a clasp, front and back. They found metal hooks grasping metal loops binding the reinforced material across her back. Tommy called them out. “Let me try.” He handed his mother’s pinned arms to his brother and reached for the first hook.
His mother had proved her strength fighting them. Tommy’s first attempt failed to loosen any of the hooks. Her mother must have been holding back, to be able to fasten those taut clasps. Or maybe their father hooked them for her.
“I’ll try.” Robert offered.
“No. I’m going to do it.” Tommy took a deep breath and pulled the top hook out of its loop. It was a victory, but it added stress to the two remaining hooks.
Joan hung her head in shame when the first hook scratched her back. Her sons were going to uncover her tits for their viewing pleasure.
It took all of Tommy’s strength to unclasp the second hook, but the thought of seeing and touching and maybe spanking his mother’s tits encouraged his arms to try the last, tightest one.
SNAP! the two halves of the incredible bra flung away from each other. In front, the large, wired cups leapt free of their loads. Joan’s breasts sank down her chest, until their natural firmness caught and supported their prominence. The loose bra covered her nipples, but not for long, Joan knew.
Heavy steps struck the floorboards above them, stopping in the living room. The nightly news blared abruptly. The boys’ father had finished his meal and sat in his lounger and switched on the TV.
All three froze, expecting the man of the house to dive through the floor and arrest them. Robert coughed. What was he waiting for? His mother’s tits were about to be fully revealed, but Tommy beat him to the task. He pulled the stretchy bra down her arms, forcing his brother to release them briefly.
Joan took advantage of her limited freedom. She hugged her arms around her chest for dignity. Don’t look at them! She begged silently. She would have run if her ankles weren’t bound to rings sunk into the cellar floor.
“Mom, it’s too late to be modest, after teasing us for years.” Robert called.
I’m not a tease. Joan told herself fiercely. My sons forced a false confession. I’m the victim! Above them, a lady reporter summarized a story about puppies guarding a playground.
“Show us your tits, Mom.” Tommy ordered.
Joan shook her head. They’ll have to force me. “YAAHHH!!” She screamed. Her youngest lashed her ass with the leather strap the instant her head moved.
“Drop your arms.” Robert nodded, proud of his brother’s initiative. He made a motion with his hand. Tommy struck his mother’s ass, just under her panties, drawing a fat red mark where her thighs met her ass.
“OWWWW!!!” Joan kept shaking her head and holding her naked tits. They all knew, she wouldn’t hold out for long, but while she did resist, Joan could keep her sanity.
Robert signaled his brother to pause. “Mom, we have all night, and you’re asking for a whipping just to hide your tits.” The older boy reached up and loosened her gag enough to pull it out of her mouth. His hand hovered, fingers ready to pull. “Don’t scream, Mom, and I’ll take it out.”
Joan thought for a second and nodded.
“Robert, what about Dad?” Tommy wasn’t sure if they could trust Mom. She wasn’t obeying them as quickly as they had imagined for so long.
“Nothing can bother Dad, when he’s watching TV. Remember that time when we hit a baseball through the window? Mother had to pick it up.
Tommy giggled. He remembered. He hated having to help replace the window, but the way his mother cupped the ball, he couldn’t help but look forward to when she held THEIR balls.
“Think about this, Mom. If Dad does hear you and come down here, we’ll say you told us to do this.”
“That’s really risky.” Tommy worried.
Robert pulled the gag out of his mother’s mouth. She coughed and took a deep breath, still tasting the horrid thing.
“We could drag your arms away, but we’re tired of fighting you. We never wanted to fight you.”
“Then let me go!” Joan hissed.
“We will, Mom, when we’re sure you won’t tell on us.”
“I won’t.” Joan didn’t lie. “Let me put my clothes back on, and untie me, and I’ll never talk about this again.”
“You seem to think, this is a one time thing.” Robert explained. “We swore to do whatever we want, to you down here, as often as we want.”
“That will never happen!”
“We aren’t going to let you go until it does!” Tommy raised the strap. Robert readied the gag.
‘No, please.” Joan scraped for hope. “If I let you see my top naked, will you let me go?”
“That’s what we’ve been telling you, but not until tomorrow.” Tommy pretended.
Robert interrupted. “Sorry, Mom. You just aren’t learning fast enough. He dug into the box once more and pulled out three, rubber door wedges that were taped together. Presenting them to his mother’s face, he signaled his brother.
CRACK! The old leather struck her ass soundly. The moment their mother opened to scream, Robert shoved the rubber plug into her mouth. It hardly suppressed her outburst. “AAAAA!”
They fell silent for the duration of a fear pounded heartbeat. “NEXT UP, SPORTS!” Another reporter blabbered. No other sound mixed with the TV. Their Dad hadn’t heard his wife’s agonized scream.
“Bite down, Mother.” He told her.
” ‘lease, ake id OUD!” The door stop wedges had been used, during their house’s remodeling. They tasted like grimy sawdust and mold.
“Bite down, or Tommy wil-”
Joan bit down. She told herself it would help her to bear the pain but still be able to talk the boys out of their mad endeavor.
“Good, Mother.” Robert praised her. “Now let us see your tits!” He signaled his brother.
Tommy beat on his Mom’s white panties until he could see outlines of some of the welts he gave her.
Joan wailed and screamed, until her arms dropped away from her chest by themselves. She hung her head and cried.
“NEXT, THE WEATHER!” A woman announced gleefully.
“Whoa!” The two boys gaped at their mother’s protruding tits. They looked better than anything they’d seen in porno magazines.
“Gee, Mom, your nipples sure look hard.” Tommy reached out and pinched one! His other hand reached for his fully erect cock. He pumped on it swiftly. He wanted to cum all over those tits.
“It’s not what you think!” Joan bit down on her rubber, face plug. “I-It’s cold in here.” She rationalized.
“Are you sure you aren’t enjoying this?” Robert leered. He pinched the other, gently. “I’ll suck on it, if you tell us we’re getting you hot.”
“Don’t be disgusting!”
“Then I’ll suck on it because I want to.” The older boy snarled. He took one of the ropes and tied his mother’s limp arms behind her back. Noticing his brother masturbating, he grinned and unzipped his pants. In a flash he was as half naked as Tommy. His meaty prick bounced into view. “We’re going to cum by looking at and sucking on your tits, Momma.”
“I don’t want to see you do that!” Joan looked at the ceiling, to pray her husband would save her. The chatty weather reporter nattered on and on about storms and darkness and rain.
Lightning struck her pantied ass, and the housemom jumped from pain, biting down on the hard rubber in her mouth. “We don’t care what you want, Mom. We put you here – so we could do what WE want!” Robert leaned down and took his mother’s firm tit into his mouth. He sucked it and bit the hard nipple at the center of so much creamy goodness. He beat on his blood borne erection. Jacking off had never been so much fun.
“No!”
SWAT! Tommy whipped the half belt across her bare tit.
“YYEEOOWWWW!!” A lance of pure fire stabbed into Joan’s breast.
“You can’t say no to us, ever again!”
“Please don’t whip my tits!” Joan begged. They were almost as sensitive as her cunt.
Robert let go of the soft flesh in his mouth. “You said a bad word, Mother.” He raised his hand and struck her ass. It wobbled like a thick pudding. She winced.
“Are we going to have to tell you what to say?” He grinned at Tommy.
“Yeah, Mom. You’re only allowed to say bad words that we tell you to say.”
“Let me go. You can even finish what your doing to yourselves. I’ll waggle whatever you want.” She almost said, You can even suck what you want. Joan was so confused. Her body roiled with torture but also hinted that it might respond more favorably. Deep within, she felt a warmth she hadn’t felt in years.
“No, Momma, you finish me.” Tommy pushed his pulsing cock into one of her hands that had been tied by the wrist, behind her back.
It’s fingers splayed wide to avoid holding her younger son’s eager prick. “You can’t do that!” She whined. “I’m your mother.”
Leather flew high and landed swift. Tommy’s stroke tore at one of his mother’s nipples.
“YYOOOWWWW!!” Joan shrieked. By now, they all knew, however loud she screamed, the grown man sitting directly above them would never respond.
Robert stuck his cock into his mother’s other hand. “You better let us fuck your hands, Mom, or we’ll just keep whipping you. Tommy may be getting tired, but I’m feeling fresh again.”
“Okay! Okay!” Her beautiful, slim fingers reached blindly behind her back. Her two sons were only too eager to help. They groaned with delight when their mother grasp their hard pricks.
One was thick. The other was slightly longer. Joan whined upon taking her sons’ cocks into her fingers. “This isn’t right!”
“We know, Momma. We know. Don’t you dare let go, or else!”
Joan had never been more humiliated. She hadn’t even grasp her husband’s peter in years. He was easily satisfied with the missionary position. She counted herself lucky when she came that way. Usually, she had to masturbate after he went to sleep. Now that she was holding two, demanding cocks, the mote of warmth in her core expanded.
“YEAH!” Robert and Tommy beamed with victory. They thrust eagerly into their mother’s warm hands. Joan returned to weeping. They saw her head fall to her chest, teeth jammed into her rubber bit.
Robert reached around and grabbed her tit on his side. He fondled it joyfully, as he pumped his fat cock through his mother’s unwilling hand.
Tommy wanted whatever his brother took from Mom, and more. He reached out and plucked his mother’s nipple, causing her to flinch. Her hands gripped the boys’ cocks harder. “Mmmm, that’s good, Momma.”
“Yes, Tommy.” Joan wondered why she had said that, especially after the young boy had pinched her nipple and kept pulling on it. Familiar but faint twinges seeped from inside her breasts. She heard her sons breathing quicken. They were close.
Robert closed his eyes, to better feel the sensations coursing through his cock and the softness and hardness of his mother’s breast and nipple. Her hand began to quiver.
“Ohh.” Joan moaned softly. The boys were going to cum into her hands. The thought horrified her. It also aroused her. She hadn’t felt hot cum in her fingers for a long, lonely time. No. She told herself. This was almost rape! The two wonderful boys she had loved for so long had tied her in the cellar, whipped her, and were fucking her bound hands. She willed her trembling hands to stop. They would only inflame the boys, and possibly lend credence to them imagining she would do this willingly. They stilled, but her fingers remained tight on their hard shafts.
“That feels good, Mom!” Tommy bucked his dick back and forth as fast as he could. His balls were about to explode! “Play with me, while I fuck your hand!”
Her hands refused to obey. They kept milking her sons’ jackhammering pricks.
Tommy yelled, “I’m cummingggg!!!” His cock surged long, breaking through her grasp to dive firmly into his mother’s belt-whipped ass. She yelped! A plume of white hot cum blasted into the twill material of her dress. The prick jerked and spat another wad just as large. It ran down Joan’s skirt. Tommy dug his cock deep into his mother’s burning cheek. It shot two more bolts of cum, exploding away from the soaked dress and dousing his mother’s hand and bound wrist.
Robert cried out. The thick cum blasting out of his prick’s tip didn’t slow his frantic bucking. White globs launched out and spattered his side of his mother’s skirt. “So gooood!” He sang and fucked. His cock kept spewing hot cum after Tommy’s had emptied.
Their mother’s heart raced, having given hand-jobs to boys she’d borne into the world. Deep shame drew a red sheet across her naked chest. She wobbled on her feet, distraught but amazed by the amount of cum spent against her ass and which soaked into her skirt. For half a second, she felt something clench and release deep in her loins, as if she had almost cum herself. That was impossible. What sane mother would get off from relieving her sons’ lust with her hands? It was unthinkable!
The boys stepped away from their cum soaked mother. Robert patted a dry patch of twill covering his mother’s hip. “That was incredible, Mom! I can hardly wait to fuck you!”
…to be continued…
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