Chained and Spanked Mother, by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 13
It took less than a minute for the two boys to shackle her wrists and ankles to special boards on pivots. They fastened the separating chains to hooks on the boards, to cinch her tight to the bench. Joan found herself bound firm to the device. The soft, fur shackles lied about her comfort. They held her as sturdy as any iron equivalent.
“First, I’m going to cut off your dress.” Robert pulled a large pair of industrial shears from the wall.
“Please, Robert, you’ve ruined three of them already.”
“Hush, Mommy, you have to obey us now.”
“I-I’m sorry, Tommy.” Shame was never far away these days. Submission summoned it to her in a heartbeat. Her heart pounded with fear and anticipation. The blood it pumped rushed to her face.
Snip, snip, snip. Tommy peeled the dark brown, house dress away from her body as his brother snipped it free. Robert didn’t stop at the dress. He cut off her bra and her panties, without skipping a beat. Joan’s breasts splayed left and right, firm enough to mound from her chest. Her nipples poked into the cool air, tips tightening. Her thick patch of pubic hair vented the heat in her crotch. Joan felt the flame she had sought, light up her loins. She panted as her expectation of terrible delights filled her inner recesses with lubricating juices. She had to swallow welling saliva, to keep from drooling.
“Mother’s getting hot, and we haven’t even done anything.” Tommy gasp. He watched drips of moisture seep from her undulating cunt.
“That’s how it’s suppose to be.”
Joan heard her oldest boy’s explanation and cringed. Being nice to her did not mean avoiding pain. She heard him hang up his shears and take something else from a hook on the wall. She didn’t dare look. The helpless mother focused her eyes on the heavy chain hanging above her.
A broad strip of leather cracked across Joan’s pert tits. She howled!
“Gag her, Tommy.”
Quickly a rubber ball was forced into her mouth. It had holes to breathe through, but it only halved the volume of her cries, when the belt lashed her tits a second and third time.
“AAAA!!” Joan yelled. “Oh, it hurts, soo much!”
“Yes, Momma, I thought we should start with the belt that first beat you into submission.”
“I hate it, Robert. Please no more!”
“Shhh.” Tommy hushed. He had moved between her legs. She looked down her naked torso and saw him tearing off his clothes.
CRACK! The leather struck.
“YIIEEEE!” She squealed. “Her hard nipples took the brunt of Robert’s next strike. Yet her eyes remained on her youngest son, now half naked. His cock hadn’t yet appeared, but she knew it would be hard when it did, hard for her.
CRACK! Joan screamed against her gag. She managed to ask, “Is h-he going to fuck me?”
“What do you think?” CRACK! Robert whipped his mother, and sprouted a wicked grin.
“OOOOWWWW – OW!!” She flailed against her firm restraints. Her limbs barely moved, but her body writhed across the leather. “OOhhh, he is. Aren’t you, Tommy?”
“I said we were going to be nice.” Tommy smiled down at his mother. He pushed down his cotton briefs and let his long erection bounced into her view. He stepped to the end of the bench and squatted slightly. His brother swung the half belt.
CRACK! His mother shrieked and cried tears. “Ohh, it hurts. It hurts!” Waiting for her youngest son to fuck her was the hardest thing she ever did, as sharp blows tore welts into her breasts. Then Tommy made it worse.
He pulled his hand from behind his back and showed his ruler to her, for a second. Then he swung it high and low, bringing the hard wood down between her legs. It smashed against her turgid clit, causing her to screech like a wounded cat.
“TOMMY! WHY???”
“Cause you like it this way, Mommy.” He swatted his mother’s cunt lips next.
“YAAAAAAAAA!!!” Joan wailed. Then her oldest boy belted her tits again. They worked as a team to flood her body with agony. Unlike, when they whipped her with a tree branch, after another ten strokes each, they dropped their weapons, and Robert pulled down his pants.
Joan felt a soft bulb fit into her vulva and seek out her cunt’s entrance. The hard shaft behind it pierced her dripping hole. His mother cried out from pain when her son penetrated the area he had spanked with a wooden ruler. Tommy ignored her muffled cry and immediately pumped his long shaft swiftly in and out.
“OOOHHHHH, TOMMY! YESSS!!!” The flame there had become a bonfire. After sharp pain, her son’s initial penetration sent incredible shockwaves of pleasure rippling up her spine and flooding her thoughts with joy! “Fuck Mommy, sweetheart. Take the pain away. Fuck me good, Tommy.”
“Open, Momma.” Robert stood beside her head. He pulled the gag from her mouth and grabbed her hair. He twisted her head until his mother’s mouth aligned with the tip of his fat prick.
Joan gulped down her son’s cock and sucked joyfully. “MMMNnngggh.” Fresh waves of orgasm shook her.
Robert pushed her head and pulled as she struggled to fack fuck his mass of boy meat. His hips thrust it into her. The thick cock dove to the back of her throat before withdrawing. She resisted none of it.
The shadow of Joan’s head shifted back and forth upon the floor, her son’s shadow moved to help her suck him. He felt her lips, her tongue, her mouth, and her motherliness – pulling, squeezing, sucking, and swallowing waves of her own saliva. Once again Robert pulled her head onto his prick and thrust his hips. Her nose ground into his crotch as he held held her face against him. He let go and returned to watching and helping his cock disappear and reappear. She coughed against his thick head at the back of her throat, but moaned gratefully.
At the same time, Tommy ploughed his hard prick up his mother’s steaming cunt. His penis grew slick from her sopping vagina. His first thrust stuffed the head and a couple of inches of shaft inside her vaginal portal. After her pained shout, he began to fuck.
Joan felt her son’s manhood split her bruised cunt lips, but she knew she could take it, and she urged him on. She clenched her crotch against his rapid pummeling. His cock pumped out the bad and pumped in the good. He eased back and forth, getting in an additional inch or so on each forward thrust. His mother was in ecstasy. Her son’s long thrusts discovered nerve endings her husband had never been able to stimulate.
After a few of Tommy’s strokes, when he was two thirds in, Joan had a strong orgasm. A few more thrusts, a few more inches, and she came again, even stronger. Now he was in as far as her husband could reach, but the pain from her bruised vulva amplified the pleasures his rutting cock provoked. To her surprise, he kept on thrusting, penetrating deeper, beyond his father’s reach. “I love you Tommy,” she wanted to say. “You own my cunt. You’re sending me to heaven!”
But she had to use her mother to satisfy her oldest son. The fatter cock, filling her mouth, twitched a forewarning. She sucked harder, to give her best to the son who expressed his love before swatting her tits with a sturdy leather stap.
“OOHHHHHH!!!” Robert danced his cock and pulled the head in his hands, to wreak maximum sensations from his mother’s incredibly sucking mouth! “I’m CUMMMINGGGG, MOMMAAA!!” He cried.
Tommy’s prick lurched inside of his mother’s hot cunt. He dove as deep as he could before his floodgates opened and cum boiled out, drenching the back of her dripping cave.
Joan tasted fire and felt another burn into her below. Her sons’ flaming cum fueled the inferno raging in her loins. She shuddered and shook from multiple, intense orgasms. Her mind quit reality to absorb the indescribable pleasure searing into it. Joan’s mouth and cunt moved autonomously to drain her sons of their vital essence, which only strengthened her own explosive ecstasy.
The boys pulled out of her well used holes, to catch their breath. Their mother could hardly see them through the haze of pleasure freeing her from all pain. Hours or minutes passed.
Robert and Tommy didn’t pant for oxygen very long. Their spent pricks dangled happily. What they had planned next would revive them quick enough. The two pain artists bent to their mother’s bonds and freed slack from the chains linking her limbs to the boards.
Robert stood on the bench straddling his mother’s bruised tits and reached up. He unfastened the heavy chain from the large pulley in the ceiling and dangled just enough length for his purpose. Afterwards, he hopped excitedly to the floor.
Tommy pivoted the boards tied to his mother’s ankles, until they stretched her shapely legs fully apart. His brother unfastened her wrists from the upper boards. He lifted her arms above her glazed eyes and snapped the manacles together. Holding them with one hand, he reached up and hooked the manacles to the chain. He double checked his work.
Tommy watched his bother transfer their mother’s arms to the chain. Just thinking about what they would do next, brought new life to his satisfied prick. He licked his lips and waited. Would it work? This time they had tested the heavy chain with two hundred pounds of junk. Their mother weighed a lot less than that.
“Here we go.” Robert stepped back and pulled the other end of the chain. Links ratcheted through the pulley.
Metallic clanking drew Joan’s thoughts out of her reverie. Her arms were being pulled up. Their joints stretched. When all the slack in them was taut, Robert kept pulling his end of the chain.
“What’s happening?” Joan felt her body lifting, her arm sockets suddenly complaining. “Robert, stop! It hurts!”
“Nah,” He smirked, “I tried it, and let Tommy pull me up. It don’t hurt much.” He kept drawing his chain down, raising his mother up. He weighed nearly as much as she, he thought incorrectly.
“Nooo, I don’t like this.”
“Shhh, Mommy.” Tommy picked up his ruler and swatted one of her ass cheeks.
“OWW!”
“You don’t have a say any more.”
“I thought you were going to be nice. I hated the whipping, but the rest felt good. Please don’t tell me you lied.” He applied the ruler directly to his mother’s bruised cunt!
“YIIIIEEEEE!!” She shrieked!!
Tommy raced to his half raised mother. He grabbed the ball gag and stuffed it into her mouth. For good measure, he swatted his ruler hard, against each of her titties.
Joan squealed twice and shook her head in a panic, but couldn’t dislodge the ball’s tight fit.
Finally, the chain lifted her completely vertical. Her legs splayed out to the wooden limbs attached to the bench. Joan’s ass and cunt were completely exposed to her two wicked sons.
“Get the stuff, Tommy.” I’ll start preparing her. Robert let go of the chain, a job well done.
The younger boy searched the box of goodies that couldn’t hang from the wall. He plucked out a jar of white goo and raced back to his mom. He found his brother standing on the bench, his meaty prick reviving.
Robert tasted his mother’s nipples. “Mmmm, I love sucking on these.”
“Mmm.” Joan agreed. The boys had spent more time abusing her titties than pleasuring them. If her arms hadn’t felt like they were being pulled out their sockets, she would have enjoyed her son’s sucking lips even more.
Tommy grabbed a fat, wooden dowel Robert had shaped with his knife. One end had been rounded and sanded. It thick, like parade baton. He leaped onto the bench, behind his mother’s wide ass and opened the jar. The lid clattered on the floor.
Robert watched his brother’s glee spread across his face. Tommy’s dick was already harder than his. He returned to kissing his mother nipples and sucking them, and he reached into her groin and fondled her clit. She mewled delightfully.
She couldn’t see Tommy dip the rounded end of the dowel into the white goo, but Robert could. He let go of the nipple he was sucking and whispered into his mother’s ear. “This is going to hurt.”
Joan heart stopped beating. Compared to what?
Robert had warned Tommy against using the stuff they read about in a illicit manual for strange concoctions. He made his brother try more than a dab. Despite the young boy’s unmistakeable suffering, Tommy said it wasn’t too bad. He was so eager to use it on their mother, he’d lied through his gritting teeth.
A slick, dense mass parted Joan’s bruised ass cheeks. It found the small pucker of her asshole and pressed and twisted. Pressure squeezed the slick substance coating it into her hind sphincter. It lubricated the opening, allowing the mass to drive slowly into her virgin ass, which pressed more of the goo up her butt. “NO!” She yelled into her gag.
“You have to stop resisting, Momma.” Robert commanded. “It’ll go easier on you.”
“I’ve never had anything go in back there. I can’t take it!” Not even the worst of the high school boys, she once put out for, dared to fuck her ass. Her body felt like it was splitting in two! “HAAA!! HAAAA!!! AAAAAA!!!”
The rounded head disappeared up her shitter. Then the goo’s other effect began. It started as a tingle. Joan worried. This was what Robert’s warning had been about, not the invasion of her ass. The tingle grew to an itch. Her butt jerked to scratch that which the pole, barely in her dirty hole was causing to itch. The itch became the crawling of insects. Tommy pushed the heavily coated dowel farther up his mother’s ass.
“Take it out! Take it out!” Joan screamed as her hind end swarmed with dancing claws. But the mass in her rectum drove the swarm higher into her belly. “It’s killing me!!! Robert! Tommy!! I beg you!!!”
“Good, Mom. Then you won’t mind this.” Robert reached behind his shirt for the items he had pinned there. He drew a metal, paper clamp and opened its jaws. Pressing it to one of his mother’s tits, He let it snap closed, biting into his mother’s erect nipple.
Joan shrieked! But Robert pulled a second from the back of his shirt and snapped it over her other nipple. She jerked so hard from the crushing metal, her nearly shook her arms out of their sockets!
Tommy giggled relentlessly. With half the pole up his mother’s ass, he began to fuck the rod slicked with the special irritant, in and out of his mother’s rear end.
“AAAAA!!!!” Joan screamed and screamed into her gag!
Robert reassured her. “It’ll be okay, Momma. The stuff doesn’t last long, but we know you can handle it. Just as I know you can handle this.” He snapped his third and last, metal clamp around his mother’s thick clit!
Their mother shrieked and wailed. Her body shook and shuddered. The pain was terrific! The heavy chain held strong, swaying but completely restrained her body’s panic.
Tommy couldn’t wait any longer. He had loved plungering the torturous goo into his mother’s ass, but if he didn’t follow through, as he had promised Robert, he might miss his chance to be the first to fuck her ass! Upon hearing she was a virgin there, his dick turned into a steel rod! But Tommy was no fool. He tore open a condom pack he had held against the stick. It stuck out her behind, wagging from her torment, Tommy unrolled the condom over his shaft. Then he tugged the fully purposed dowel, slowly out of his mother’s tortured bung.
At last, the agonizing mass slipped out of her body. Joan kept crying out, from the thousand million ants scurrying sharp claws around her lower intestine. And from the cruel clamps smashing her tits and clitoris!
“We’re going to make it better, Momma.” Robert fitted his hard prick into her suffering groove. It was still wet from her juices and his brother’s cum. He didn’t care. His cock was too eager to dump his second load in an attempt to wash out Tommy’s spend.
Tommy followed a heartbeat behind his brother. He slotted his sheathed, iron prong between his mother’s purple cheeks and stuck it up her well lubricated bung on his first try.
Another, hard mass pressed against Joan’s agonized rectum. “No. Please.” She could hardly feel her oldest boy’s fat prick invade her burning cunt. The pain was too great.
“I have to fuck your ass, Mommy!” Tommy thrust his hips upward, spearing her insanely irritated but slick hole.
Joan’s abused bung couldn’t tell the difference between her son’s narrow prick and the much thicker length of firm wood. Acid sizzled incredible pain throughout, but it also lubricated the condomed prick invading her. She wept and wept, from relentless agony. Her body writhed harder from insane amounts of pain, which tugged her stretched joints harder. The pains caused her greater pain on the boy’s evil device. When Robert’s prick pushed into her pain wracked pussy, she sobbed, “I dying. You’re killing me.” His pubis smacked the clamp on her clit, as he revved up fucking her.
“You’re almost there, Momma.” Robert wanted their mother to reach a point of collapse, to snap without breaking in two. He mouthed one of her clamped tits, and he sucked the clamp and smashed nipple, stabbing stronger aches into the woman who had given him life. He, like his younger brother, hunched cock steadily in and our of her body. Her feet kicked against the shackles spreading her legs, uselessly.
“Oooohhh, Mommy, it’s so tight and slick. I love fucking your ass!” Tommy loved her pussy even more, but it wasn’t quite as tight around his long, pistoning prick. Despite the condom, some of the acidic goo splashed around his groin. Its sharp irritation made Tommy’s dick harder and more desperate to plunge in and out of his mother’s rear.
“HYYYIIEEEEE!!” Joan shrieked. Every point of her sons’ contact jangled horrid pains through her body. They kept fucking her suffering holes. Robert released one ruined tit and bit the clamp on her other nipple! “AAAAAAAA!!!!” She wailed through her gag. It was beyond all reason. Cocks, pinning her between young, hunching bodies, drove agony through her nervous system like lightning. All sensation, other than pain, evaporated from her brain, and her perception of the universe shifted.
Joan’s breasts and cunt and ass wrenched their owner’s soul out of her body’s grasp. Agony took her away, to an empty space above her shuddering flesh. She looked down at her boys’ faces, saw them screwed up with passion. She sensed arrogance in Robert and greed in Tommy. Through her body, their sins flowed, entangled, and fed back upon them. Greed bled arrogance. Arrogance overcame greed. Until both sins verged on satiation.
“Momma!”
“Mommy!”
She heard their cry, and snapped back into her quaking husk. “I’m yours, my sons. Take me. Devour me. Absorb me. Her body became a catalyst causing their sins to react, to bubble and boil and shatter!
“CUMMMMINGGG!” All three proclaimed!
Two hard, fucking, cocks dove up their respective chutes and exploded! Their mother’s heaving form pounded pussy and ass down over their gushing hydrants.
Tommy’s cum had no room to go except back along his cock meat until it blasted his thinly haired, goo plastered crotch. Pressurized, white spray washed the irritant away. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
Robert’s cock erupted cum deep in his mother’s cunt. His torrent of spunk filled every wrinkle and crevice therein, threatening to drown her womb with sperm. “GGGGGHHHHNNNNGGGG!!!”
Joan’s orgasms nearly sent her to heaven for real. Her heart stopped and her breath ceased, and she slumped unconscious in her chains. The boys wrapped their arms around their limp beautiful mother. Her heart thumped once more, and her lungs suddenly gasp for another breath, but she did not wake.
…
Peggy wandered out of the room. Hey, Daddy, did you hear something?
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t notice.” He eyes were locked to the flickering, blaring screen.
“I thought it came from the basement. Why don’t you ever go down there?”
“Too many things there remind me of when your mother dated other men.”
Peggy didn’t pursue what clearly made her father uncomfortable. She had been in the cellar many times but never explored much. It was too creepy, and upon each visit, the smell got worse, as if to warn her. If she had to fetch something, she found it as soon as possible and left right away.
…to be concluded…
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So good.