Chained and Spanked Mother, by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 8
Tommy grabbed his prick and fought its urge to leap into his mother’s spread slit. What if she was dry? He would have to make her wet, somehow. Licking her pussy, like Robert had, wasn’t his style. He tested her hairy vulva with the tip of his desperate cock. He found moisture there, but maybe not enough. Sliding it up and down he found her inner hole quickly. Fucking from behind must be easier than his brother’s way. Tommy grinned for being smarter. Again, he felt wetness in the resisting entrance to his mother’s womb. At that point, his cock and brain were so hot, he no longer cared. He bucked his prick into the damp hole.
His mother shouted with all her voice. “AAAAAAAA!!!!” It’s too dry, Tommy!” The prick lodged halfway in her cunt.
Her son shouted from pain too! “OWW!” However, he refused to ease up. If he didn’t fuck Mommy now, Robert might interrupt them. He hunched out a quarter of his cock. Maybe he could fuck her into wetness. All the books said so. If he hadn’t been so frantic to fuck his mother, he might have pulled out completely. He pushed a quarter length up her fuck slot. Her cunt didn’t respond right away, but deep in her recess he felt something wet but thick. It was his brother’s cum! Tommy didn’t quit, but he slowed his strokes, giving and taking a few inches both directions. By his tenth push, he felt the hot snatch loosen. Deposits of semen, clinging to the walls of his mother’s cunt, helped until lubricating moisture seeped between her abused tissues and his pecker’s skin. He sighed with accomplisment. It was true! Mothers got wet from fucking them! Tommy reveled when his burning skin soaked up her juices and some of his brother’s slippery spunk. He slid more easily in and out of the defeated pussy. “I knew you were a slut, Mommy!”
Joan’s tears didn’t end. Her waist spent its strength from holding her tits above the table. She collapsed, arms still knotted behind her back, and her breasts smacked their torture devices into polished wood. She yelled once more, failing to keep her cry in check.
Robert stepped from the hall, smiling. “Gee, Tommy, if this is what you wanted, I would have got the sodas.” He chuckled. He walked around his brother’s ass which swiftly pumped hard cock into their mother’s bent over cunt! He saw his mother crying, but too he could see rebellion flicking there, just enough to keep them excited. Grinning, he grabbed a soda bottle from the refrigerator, and opened it with a church key.
Joan hated what her sons were doing! She had felt sorry for them, at first. She had been willing to forget the horror of last night. Now fucked by both, agony, sorrow, and humiliation seeded anger. There had to be a way to escape and reverse their situation, but such a dream was buried under continuous suffering. Her delicate cunt tissues had been raked raw, until they managed to protect themselves with a steady flow of lubrication. The pain from it subsided, but her tortured tits regained her attention, continuing to smother her will. Obeying them was her only option.
Tommy fucked his prick deliberately, in and out of her sore cunt, after paying dearly for its initial plunge. He had cried out from spearing her dry, but his stubbornness pushed him past the pain.
As the raw rubbing faded, pleasure, the boy had long desired, dominated his senses. “Oooohhhh, Mommy, I’m fucking you good, now!”
Joan winced. They were both fortunate for Tommy’s slimmer but longer cock. If his bother’s thicker manhood had stabbed her dry cunt, they would both be writhing on the floor from grating pain. At first, she felt no pleasure as her loins acclimated to the hard dick pumping between them.
Robert watched his mother’s angry eyes, while sipping his soda. Something sparkled for a second. He swallowed, intrigued. What was it? Would it happen again?
Her tits and upper body pressed the biting plastic pins sharply into her suffering nipples. Joan could hardly feel her son’s rutting prick through their dark cloud of pain. Yet, once more, something flickered in the cloud. It was the flame that had teased her since last night. Its warmth and early light fought the darkness and torment. The base of her spine caught the flame, like a candle, and warm tendrils seeped up, soothing some of the hurt. Flicks of heat intertwined her nipple’s sharp pangs. They wound around sharp lances and combined with them, resulting in a new feeling. Neither pleasure or pain, the candle’s flame danced slowly in sync with the rhythm of her son’s long cock. She heard herself breathing heavily, as he bucked into her very wet, pussy.
Tommy felt another gush of cunt juice soak his diving prick. He moaned from the warmth and how smoothly his cock slid through it. “Mommy, I didn’t think it could feel like this! Oooooohhhhhh!”
Tommy’s revelation of a hot cunt wrapping his rutting prick, put a grin on Robert’s face. He had been first to fuck their mother. That would never change, but he felt genuinely proud of his brother. Without him, they never would have conquered her. He wished Tommy the greatest pleasure. He raised his bottle to him, “Fuck the hell out of her, Tommy!”
His brother shot him a broad smile. “Yeah! It feels great!”
Their demeaning words stung Joan with fresh shame. She had opened her loins at her youngest son’s command. She should have resisted more and turned the tide on him! Now she was nothing more than a cunt being used by her own children. How could she have let them! The fire at the base of her spine wavered. Her son’s cock sped in and out of her most intimate place, rocking her body, rubbing the plastic teeth biting her titties. Yet, she knew, she had no chance to escape, let alone defeat them. They were too prepared and too determined.
Tommy lunged, and he buried himself deeply in her body. His testicles slapped whisper-like against her squirming, upturned buttocks. For a moment he braced himself, hands on either side of her steaming, shaking body, his prick throbbing way up inside her now velvet-soft pussy.
I’m staying in you, Mom!” Tommy croaked. “I’ll keep my cock up your cunt! I’m not going to stop fucking you, Mom! This feels incredible!” His buttocks flexed tightly. After cumming in his mother’s mouth, he knew he would last longer than Robert. His brother may have fucked her first, but he was going to fuck her best!
“Cripes!” Tommy panted, lifting his mother’s pelvis higher as he thrust brutally. “Fuck me back, Mom! Do it!” He commanded. A fresh thrill shot up his drilling prick when her ass moved, however reluctantly. He didn’t see her skin redden at her submission. Joan’s mote of rebellion fled. Instead of pain, her son’s demand had added fuel to the small fire in her loins. Continued violation fanned the flame. When he told her to fuck back, it flared, driving her resistance away.
Wow … what a cunt! Goddamn, it feels like your pussy is sucking me off! I mean really sucking on me, when I fuck you!
“You’re giving it too her, like a man, Tommy!” Robert was enraptured by his mother’s strange reactions. When he first spied her expressions, his brother’s initial, dry strokes caused her great grief, which briefly flared as anger, until her tissues responded to protect themselves. Now, Tommy’s prolonged assault drove her from one emotion to another, slowly diming the light in her eyes, until both had glazed over. Was she actually enjoying being fucked by Tommy? He sucked another bolt of bubbly soda. Not exactly, he decided, long seconds later. She was resigned. Yet he could not deny how her wide ass jerked involuntarily against his brother’s bucking hips.
It was such an amazing performance, Robert’s attention shot to his own reawakened member. He was hard as a rock!
Setting the bottle on the counter, half drunk, he stepped up to the kitchen table and grabbed his mother’s hair. He didn’t have to move her face far. Her lips aligned with the angle of his cock. “Open your sucking mouth, Mom.”
“Yes, Honey.” Joan submitted and left her jaw hanging. Her son had dragged her upper torso across the table, causing her nipple clamps to dig their teeth deep into her abused flesh. She hardly felt it. The fire grew upon hearing and obeying her other son’s command. She accepted his thick prick as it slowly stuffed her face. She immediately began licking and sucking.
“That’s a good whore, Momma.”
“We could make money from selling Mom’s ass, do you think?” Tommy grinned evilly. His cock glistened from his mother’s juices, and he loved every drop that squirted out around her well fucked hole.
Robert recoiled on the inside, at the idea of whoring her out. Mother was theirs and only theirs! But he had a part to play, to keep the pressure on. “Maybe.” He leaned over and whispered loud enough for his brother to hear. “Would you make a good whore, Momma?”
Joan cringed. Not that. Not ever! She shook her head as best she could, but her cunt wobbled so hard, Robert might not recognized her reply. Her oldest boy slapped her left cheek playfully.
“It doesn’t matter what you want, does it?” He laughed.
His mother despaired anew. The small fire spread to her pummeled groin. Her youngest son’s slick strokes stoked the fire, with enthusiasm. Her cunt contracted and her mashed clit tingled.
“Wow!” Tommy cried, “That was cool!” It felt as if his mother’s pussy had squeezed his rutting prick. He wondered if he could make her do it again!”
Mother’s glassy eyes sparked to life. Two emotions fought for her attention, great fear and sparks of pleasure. When her cunt contracted again, the tingle in her nearly broken clit promised strange new delights. Fear, that her adolescent hedonism was returning, lept out to deny the mote of joy and repress it. To distract herself from the growing warmth in her belly and her youngest boy’s hard working prick, she focused on sucking her other son to a swift cum, and blamed herself for succumbing so quickly to his demand. She used self-contempt and distraction to douse the flame in her loins.
Robert was surprised at how fast his mother brought him close to orgasm. He hadn’t considered how thick the room had filled with eros. Even his brother’s pledge to keep fucking his mother had reached its limit. Her emotions swung again. The mouth and cunt sucking on two victorious cocks worked without passion to get them off. It didn’t matter. The boys were too horny to care about the difference.
Tommy lunged, stiff meat slithering with ease into the constricting entrance of the hairy snatch, following with repeated thrusts. His mother’s hips met his changing rhythm, bouncing up and down even as she revolved her bottom in a tight circle. For a moment, Tommy was fascinated by the way she wiggled on his hardness, the way her pussy seemed to devour his enduring rigidness. The thick hair growing in a perfect triangle next to his balls mingled with his thin pubes, as she planted her crotch all the way, his testicles slapping the curves of her thighs, only to withdraw and slide forward until just the head was held by her hot pussy lips.
Bracing himself, with his hands on each side of her shaking body, Tommy screwed her with a wild rhythm, despite her passionless gyrations. “Slipery pussy!” he grunted, driving deep and hard into her receptive split. “You’re so damn slick, Mom!”
Joan grunted, eager to end her suffering. Though she could not deny it’s effect, however she resisted its pleasure.
“I can’t hold back much longer!” Tommy shouted. “I’ve got to — come!”
“Let it out, Brother!” Robert urged, feeling his oats ripen. “Cum deep in Momma’s hole!”
“Ungh …” Tommy grunted. Joan felt his hardness impale her, felt it lurch- There, was the flooding spurt of his semen. The small fire in her loins flared, and her pussy wrenched sending a strong pulse of satisfaction up her spine. She couldn’t sustain her self-loathing, to deny it. Her cunt had cum from being fucked by her youngest son’s thrusting prick. She moaned against the fat cock in her face. It sealed her noises and buried them under the sound of young balls slapping her jaw.
Tommy felt the brief spasm of his mother’s gripping organ as he pumped back and forth. Then his thick semen flowed, spurting and splashing the walls of her well used pussy. “UUUNNNGGGHHH! COMMINNGGGG!!!” He hollered into the sultry kitchen air.
Robert grunted when his prick heaved and threatened to spit. “Come on, Mom, suck it!” he said harshly. “Suck me all the way off!”
Suddenly, the shame in Joan’s cheeks fled, and the corners of her lip curled as if to smile. ‘Glummmph, Ahhhmmmm.” She gurgled, her voice muffled by the thick hardness filling her jaws. Her tongue flew around its girth as best she could, as her lips squeezed, sliding fore and back obediantly.” She gave soft mewlings and gurgles, which Joan rationalized as sounds to make her older son cum as fast as possible.
“Tongue my prick … lick my cock,” Robert moaned thickly, lifting his hips, when her face thrust back against his strokes. “Ohhh, son of a fucking bitch! You’re good, Mom! Your mouth feels incredible! Fuck, I’m gonna gush like a fucking fountain!”
Robert plunged every inch of his throbbing hardness into her slaving, hot mouth. He was on the brink of ejaculation. He grabbed his testicles and pulled them clear of the table’s edge, just in case, as he swelled to greater dimensions, pulsating madly between Mom’s tight lips.
The hot spurt of semen choked her, although she had been expecting it. For a moment she stopped meeting Robert’s thrusts. But as the thick, viscous globs splashed over her tongue and down her throat, she gurgled and choked but started sucking as fast as she could. Joan’s throat strived to swallow every discharge of fresh spunk. She could almost hear his testicles draw tight into his groin, as she milked his spurting hard-on with renewed tonguing.
Tommy’s cock boiled and bubbled inside her pulsing cunt. She snorted air to meet her lungs’ elevated demands. His final stab sent sperm flying up her cervix. It flushed back, along the length of his prick and squirted out her hairy lips. Joan’s body shuddered and writhed. She knew pleasure, enough to erase the pain in her tits. Then it was gone. She was a victim again, her arms tied behind her back. Two incestuous shafts speared her and spewed their vile loads up her cunt and down her throat.
The boys heard her whimpering. They grinned from victory, and they withdrew their freshly satisfied pricks from their mother’s plundered holes. They left her with sharp plastic clothespins burning her raw nipples. Something about how their mother had changed into an energetic if reluctant partner, left them at a loss for what to do next. Robert and Tommy took their sodas to the living room and watched TV.
Joan eventually lifted herself up from the table. The towel fell from her wrists. Its hasty knot had been more psychological than practical. Legs shaking, she sat in a breakfast chair without a thought in her head. Her abused ass complained, making her pant. Having removed the weight of her body, from the pins clamped to her nipples, the afflicted flesh grew numb to their bite. Her body strived to revive her strength and faculties, as cum dribbled out of her well fucked pussy. Drips of cum, she hadn’t swallowed marked her cheeks. None of those foul reminders of her sons’ abuse phased her. She sat and waited.
Returning their bottles to the trash under the sink, Robert found his mom sitting naked, seemingly glued to the kitchen chair. A part of him wished she could return to being the Mother who once doted on and cherished them. The rest of him gloated with certainty, that she never would. Still, he pitied her. “Take those clothespins off your tits and go clean up, Momma.”
Joan blinked. Her son had spoken! What had he said? Would he whip her if she didn’t obey? His words coalesced sufficiently for her to breath a sigh of relief. She looked at him with sad eyes. “Yes, Robert.”
The older boy ignored her submission and returned to watching TV with his brother. He couldn’t let her know that he did care.
Joan pinched the first pin biting her nipple. She yelped, unexpectedly! Releasing its sharp teeth was nearly as painful as when it bit her! The second also hurt when she removed it, but it couldn’t surprise her. Standing, her legs wobbled. They had held her blistered ass high the entire time Tommy took to whip and fuck her. She managed to return to her room and draw a bath.
“You let her go?” Tommy fumed.
“Not completely.” Robert defended. “We still have hours until Peggy gets back from school.”
“Shit!” The younger boy swore. “Not many hours, and what if Peggy skips class?”
“We’ll lock the door.” Robert answered. “She’ll have to ring the bell to be let in. Remember, Mom and Dad took her key away, in case she stayed out too late.
“I guess.” Tommy wasn’t sure.
“That reminds me.” Robert added. “We need Mom to call the school. So we won’t get detention.” The boys had never gotten detention.
The boys nattered about what they might do to their mom, before Peggy could return, but none of their ideas were as exciting as breaking her will completely and fucking her for the first time. They looked forward to planting their hard cocks and hot seed up their mother’s cunt again, but both were uncharacteristically wiped out by their last bout. An hour later, they tried to get it up, and seek out their mother, but it felt forced. They confessed a mutual desire to give up for the rest of the day. They did go down the hall. They found their mother sitting naked, freshly washed in her dresser chair.
There was nothing they could use against her, to spark a fresh bout of hot sex and abuse. They could have invented something, but their creativity was as drained as their balls. They told her to call the school and say she needed their help all day. The school clerk was happy to forgive the boy’s absence. They had never gotten into trouble, and their attendance record was spotless, except for rare illness.
The clerk had more to say about Joan’s daughter. “We think she left an hour ago. If you can’t keep her under control, Ma-am, we may have to suspend her.”
The doorbell rang.
…to be continued…
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