Chained and Spanked Mother,
by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 10
The following morning, Joan had woken early and showered. She was wrapping her damp body in a large, thick towel when Tommy stepped into the master bathroom and closed the door behind him. He was stark naked, one hand behind his back.
“Get on your knees, slut!”
“Tommy, you’re father is right outside, in bed!”
“Ah, he’s asleep. So you better be quiet.”
“I’m not going to my knees. Now get out of my way.” She moved to pass him. He grabbed the towel and tugged it off of her. Her soft tits bounced free, and her ass wobbled. Turning swiftly, his hidden hand reached behind her.
SNAP!
“OWW!” Joan yelped! Something sharp and narrow had struck her sore behind. Her naked tits flounced and her bare ass quivered.
“I said, get on your knees, Mommy.” Evil burned in Tommy’s eyes. He struck her hip, next. She saw the metal edged, wooden ruler in his hand.
“Oww, stop that!” Joan tried to protect herself with her hands.
He simply swatted a hand!
“YIIIEEEE! OWW! Tommy!”
“SHHHH!” He shushed. “You’re not obeying.” He swatted her hands again.
Joan couldn’t believe how brazen her youngest boy was, attacking her. His father rested just steps away! She tried to open the door, but Tommy cracked the wooden blade across her knuckles! It was like she was a bad little school girl being punished by a wicked teacher! Her hand leapt from the knob, and she retreated.
Tommy drove her back from the door with successive swats to her arms and hips and even her tits!
“AAAAA!” Joan tried to suppress her cries, but the room was too noisy. Surely her husband would wake and barge in to save her, but then he’d discover how she had let the boys use and abuse her. She had no chance of convincing him they had forced her to submit and had raped her! She had kept silent too long.
“Please, please stop, Tommy!” Welts appeared on her forearms. Her tits recoiled in agony from the ruler’s sharp strikes. She backed into a corner of the small room.
“Not ’til you get on your knees, Mommy!” His arm circled to find openings in her defense, before zeroing in against delicate, naked parts. TWACK!
“OKAY, OKAY!” Joan cried and fell to her knees. A bath mat softened their impact upon the tile floor.
Tommy caught his breath. Both strained their ears to detect sounds from his parents’ bed. His sharper, younger ears heard a faint snore. He grinned for a second. Then he frowned at his kneeling mother.
“This was suppose to be quick and quiet, but you didn’t obey, Mommy. Now I have to punish you proper.”
“What do you want? Just get it over with.”
“Hush!” Her youngest son raised the ruler. His mother flinched. “Face that wall and stick your butt out.” He ordered.
Joan, whimpered. “I’ll do whatever you want, Tommy, but don’t hurt me any more. Robert paddled me terribly, yesterday.”
“Good!” Her son hissed, “But not good enough, because you didn’t obey right away, today.”
A sob burst from her. “You’ve already hit me so much. I’ll obey. I will.” The housemom turned to the wall and lifted her ass for her son’s access. “Please, I can’t take much more.”
“Stop trying to tell me what do do!” CRACK! Tommy smote a broad red line across her discolored ass. He could have simply fucked her, then and there, but he promised his brother, he wouldn’t. It made him all the more mad at their mother. CRACK!
“AAAA!” Joan wailed.
“SHHH!” Tommy warned. He stuffed a quarter of the body towel into his mother’s mouth.
CRACK!
Joan bit down on the towel and screamed!
Tommy didn’t stop at ten swats. He didn’t stop at twenty. By the thirtieth crack of the ruler against his mother’s once more, bright red ass cheeks, he told her. “Put your hand between your legs and play with yourself, Mommy.” He rested the ruler by the sink. “Turn and let me see you do it.”
Joan could hardly move her distressed body, but she obeyed. She turned, then bit her lip. Please don’t humiliate me by making me play with myself. Her eyes begged.
Her son picked up the ruler. “I said play with yourself. Put your hand between your legs and fingerfuck yourself!” He hissed. His eyes were glued to his mother’s amazing tits. His mouth watered. His cock jutted as far as it could, straining to plunge inside her.
Her head nodded slightly. Only slight moves were possible in the world of pain radiating from her ass. Joan felt between her legs until she touched her limp clitoris.
“Spread your legs so I can see.” He returned the ruler to the sink counter.
“Yes, Tommy.” She complied. Her knees opened wide. He gaped when her hand moved to console her abused body, by rubbing her clit into hardness. Her sore nipples also grew hard.
“That’s right, Mommy, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself good.” Tommy didn’t understand why he was suppose to make Mother do it, but he trusted Robert’s methods. All he wanted was to whip his mom and get off on her. What did he care about her pleasure?
Joan found comfort in the act, however degrading. Pleasant sensations from her clit couldn’t counteract the suffering her youngest son and caused to her rear, but she could distract her thoughts from its incredible pain.
Tommy felt he had satisfied his brother’s request. So he preceded to finish what he started. He stepped close to his mother and pulled the towel out of her mouth. “Suck me, Mommy.” His boy prick tapped her pouting lips.
Joan obeyed. Once again, she had no choice. She opened her mouth and pushed her face onto her son’s throbbing cock, until it touched the back of her throat and made her gag. She remembered, Tommy liked it when his manhood made her gag. She coughed and proceeded to suck. She told herself, it was yet another way to distract her tortured mind from her inflamed welts.
“Yeah, Mom!” Tommy gasped. He gazed down at his gorgeous mother. Her eyes shut tight and mouth open, dragging her wet, clinging lips up and down his cock.
“Oh, mmmm, Mom, you’re so sucking good at this! Suck it, Mommy! Suck my dick!”
His hands came down, curling in her long hair as he held her head, encouraging her to suck his aching prick. Joan’s shame and guilt doubled as she nursed dutifully on her son’s cock. Her frigging slowed against her warming clit.
“Don’t stop fingering yourself.” Tommy ordered. His mother’s hand resumed speed between her firm thighs. “Now pay more attention to my dick.”
She reached her free hand around the root of his cock, adding a hand-job to her mouth’s work. Her fist pumped slow and hard, trying to coax the load of cum out of his balls as quickly as possible. Joan’s wet, slurping sounds of incestuous cock-sucking pleasure filled the bathroom. Their furtive echoes were lost on them. The two of them existed on a primal plane, connected by lust and obedience. Her cheeks were crimson with the intensity of her blow-job, as she sucked on the iron length of her son’s cock. Her clit sent first sensations – waves of joy ripppled up her spine. The roar of the fire burning her ass faded in the background of the fire flaring in her cunt.
“Oh, Momma!” Tommy groaned, pulling her hair. “Keep sucking. It feels so good!”
Joan sucked his fuck-tool as hard as she could, puckering her cheeks sharply around the throbbing thickness of his cock-shaft. His swollen knob pulsed against the roof at the back of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his cock, probing it into his piss-hole, lapping up all of his oozing jism. Flickers of pleasure became flames in her cunt. Her lower fingers shook jolt after jolt through her body, from her bursting clit.
His cock suddenly stiffened and throbbed faster, on the very edge of spewing into her belly. Joan wanted her son to shoot out a big load of jism, to satisfy him for as long as possible. She remembered how he quickly recovered from a good sucking, to dive renewed hardness into her raped cunt. Her fingers flew across her clitoris. For a moment, she wished Tommy would rub her tits and bring her as close to cumming as she was bringing him! She doubled the intensity of her hand-job, jacking his hard-on until her wrist and bruised forearm ached. She sucked and slurped and nursed on his cock-head, waiting for his stream of cum.
“It’s getting close, Mom!” Tommy gasped. “Any second! Oh, shit, feels so good! Oh, ohhhh…”
His mother slid her jacking hand down to his balls. They were tight with cum.
Her son yelped, and he heaved his hips forward, jamming his cock further down her throat. Then his cum spewed, every inch of his fuck-pole jerking as it sprayed his cum cream into his mother’s mouth. The first blast of jizz hit the roof of her mouth, nearly choking her as it went down her throat. She hungrily sucked her son’s squirting cock harder than ever, her fist a blur as it stroked his cock-meat.
Gushes of hot, salty spunk followed his initial shot. Repeatedly, it sprayed into Joan’s mouth, coating her tongue with young cum. Her cocksucking, finger-fucking moans got slurpier as she swallowed. She felt her own pending orgasm. She nursed on her son’s erupting prick, to squeeze out every drop. For his sake, not hers, she strived to believe. But her body lurched fully from Tommy’s last spurt. Earlier waves of pleasure were mere prelude to the soul wracking cum that exploded from her cunt. Her fingers stabbed up her dripping hole to maximize their intensity. She gasp, pulling away from the cock her mouth had just satisfied.
Tommy saw his mother shudder and recoil from his dick as her orgasm wreaked joy through her body. He had been impressed by her free hand which added great pleasure to her suck job. It was something worth remembering, the next time they tied her up. But this was the first time he had seen a woman completely overcome by pleasure, pleasure he had told her give to herself. He drooled at the sight. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.
“OH, MY BABY!!” After shuddering for many long seconds, his mother collapsed against the wall. She groaned when her spanked ass plopped down on the cold, wet tiles. Joan stared hypnotically at the stiff tube that continued to jerk and pulse before her, gleaming with a lurid mixture of saliva and cum.
It’s not going to get soft, she thought. How long could her son keep her in here? Did she care? She hadn’t cum that hard for many years.
“Honey?” The word came through the door, mumbled as if her husband had just woken.
Tommy’s eyes bulged. He scampered into the shower, behind the translucent door.
Groaning again from lingering pain, Joan struggled to her feet and grabbed the towel. She stood between the door and the shower just in time, holding the towel like a matador. “Yes?”
The door opened, and her husband looked in blearily. “Were you calling me?”
“Uh, yes, Dear. I wanted to remind you,” Joan searched for words, “Not to be late for work.”
Her husband grumbled and went back to bed.
Joan managed to sneak her victorious son out of their bedroom, before her husband’s alarm clock rang.
—–
Joan took extreme measures to avoid her sons, after their two risky assaults. She spent more time with Peggy, by doing more chores with her. It creeped Peggy out and intensified her rebelliousness. “Why are you always bothering me?”
“Idle hands are the tools of devils.” Joan took no brook from her daughter. Having Peggy work alongside her might protect the girl, she reasoned.
To prevent her boys from skipping school, and to occupy more of their time at home, she requested they be given accelerated lessons and homework. The school complied happily. Tommy and Robert were the faculty’s darlings. They didn’t have the very best grades, but their diligence and class popularity made them shine.
The boys figured out, pretty quickly, why twice as many academic expectations had been placed on them, but they had to keep up their act, to avoid suspicions. They had taken significant risks with their mother. Maybe they shouldn’t have pressed her too hard, but she couldn’t avoid them forever. They promised, upon completing their secret project, their mother would never deny them again.
She even went as far as seducing more time from their father, which nauseated the boys. He had always been a once a week fuck. Joan took him out for regular, special nights. He hadn’t complained, but the man simply couldn’t meet her level of awakened passion. They both quickly bored of even quicker sex in cheap motels. “Dear, I know I haven’t always lived up to your needs, but this is getting awkward.” He told her.
When all else failed, usually on weekends, She visited neighbors to stay out the house. Driven stupid from bland banter, occasional demeaning looks and suggestions, and indirect questions about Peggy’s morals, Joan preferred engaging with mind numbing banality over being whipped and beaten and forced to orgasm by her wicked sons.
She avoided nearly every opportunity the boys had to attack her but not all.
After the second week, Tommy and Robert were climbing the walls. The first week, they sublimated their desires into their new project in the basement, when they had free time from all the extra homework. By the second, they were sick of masturbating to moldy books and spilling their cum into rags. The lure of their mother’s pussy became like a dream again.
Ultimately, her ‘solution’ drove her sons to take even greater risks.
…to be continued…
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