. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
[warning: chapter 4 contains water sports. It’s the only chapter that goes into detail about it. Not really my thing, but it brings important continuity to Kathy Andrew’s original story.]
Chapter 4
“NO! I’ll never let you do that! Let me go. You’ve had your fun. I promise I won’t tell your father. You hurt me so much. I can hardly stand.” She wept profusely. “You mustn’t ever do to me, what you said, Robert.”
Tommy growled, “We can do anything we want, to you, Momma, forever and ever.”
“Just let me take a hot bath and forget this ever happened.” She sank to her knees, thankful to rest them on the cups of her fallen bra. The sleeves of her blue dress draped from her waist like defeated sock puppets.
“Heh,” Tommy added, “We don’t have to take baths tonight!”
Robert’s softening dick reminded him of the other thing. He scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Yeah!” Tommy cheered.
“Tommy, we can’t use the bathrooms at all, tonight.” Robert felt a tightness underneath his stomach.
Tommy’s face blanked. “Ohh.” His thoughts went to his own bladder. Thinking about it added urgency to the mild pressure in his. “What about after Dad goes to bed?” Their father slept soundly. “We could sneak upstairs.”
“Maybe, but if Peggy catches us, we’re toast.” She was always getting up in the night, to pee.
Oh, why did her boys have to start talking about peeing? Joan bit her lip and tried to think about anything else. Like her daughter, she used the bathroom every two hours. She hadn’t gone since the boys returned from school. That need, no longer suppressed by horrors inflicted by her sons, caused her to squeak.
Robert heard the small sound. They were all in the same boat, rocking precipitously.
The TV above them sang of ending news. The briefest quiet settled through their home. A network announcer broke it. “And now, The Movie of the Week!” An orchestra swelled, but not as loud as three bladders clamoring below.
Joan groaned. Her husband would be stuck in front of the tube for another two hours! Despite her mental exhaustion and physical distress, it occurred to her. Their mutual discomfort might save her from continued torture and humiliation. “Robert, Tommy, we can’t spend all night here. Let me go, and I’ll tell your dad whatever you want me to say. I swear I’ll never tell him what happened.” She whined, “You made such a mess on me. I just want to clean up.”
Tommy fretted. Was his mother right? How long could they last? The idea of staying made him kinda thirsty, and he had to go to the bathroom. His brother’s need was even more pressing. Robert clamped his lips tight and fidgeted. He looked at his pleading mother. She seemed sincere. Could they really trust her?
It didn’t matter. This was their one and only chance. If they let her go, they would never catch her again. He hadn’t thought of things like bathroom breaks, but if Mom hadn’t discovered their work in the cellar, they would have been more prepared. He turned to a wall and struck it with his fist. The soft blow rippled a shockwave through his body, inflaming his bladder. Then, a terrible, awful, incredible idea came to the older boy. Did he dare? Their dad’s dirty books told of such a thing, but every mention had disgusted him. How could anyone like something so nasty? Once done, it would taint the cellar thereafter. Worse, Tommy might freak out and do something stupid like run upstairs!
His little brother had a mean streak wider than his own. They both wanted to fuck their mom, and were willing to chain her up to do it. They hadn’t used the chains, still sitting in the middle of the floor, because they hadn’t fashioned the manacles they required. Rope was their back up measure, and thank god, they’d prepared that much! Tommy seemed to delight in causing their mother to suffer. Spanking her had made Robert’s dick hard too, but he didn’t want to seriously injure her. Tommy acted as if he didn’t care.
The older boy could rely on one thing about Tommy. His young brother followed his lead, not to be like Robert, but to be better than him. Tommy hated being the youngest. He always tried to prove he was more able than his siblings. This had cause much hilarity over the years, until puberty changed him into a unfulfilled motherfucker.
Tommy worried when his brother didn’t rebuke their mother when she begging them to release her. Their situation had become awkward. He wanted to tell Mom off again, and if his dick got hard again, maybe make her suck it, now that she’d kneeled to the proper height. He found the right words. “If we let you wash, Mom, we’d have to get you dirty again.” He laughed. Those words unlocked his brother’s dilemma.
Robert spun to face his mother and brother. “That’s right, Tommy. Mother doesn’t deserve to wash. She was a filthy pig before we soaked her with our cum.” He stepped over and lifted his soft length of manhood. “The only hot bath she deserves is this.” The pool pressing his insides needed no forcing. The moment he relaxed his loins, boiling pee raced up his dick and streamed out. The blast of bright, orange piss impacted Robert’s target, His mother’s cum soaked skirt. “I’ll wash you good, Mom.” He drew his long held flow back and forth, over her dress.
“GOLL-EEE!!!” Tommy shouted. “No way!” His brother was peeing on their mom and telling her that she deserved it! The young boy’s jaw dropped like an anvil.
“ROBERT!” The mother shrieked. “HOW COULD YOU!!!!” She threw her hands off of her breasts to intercept her son’s torrent of urine blasting against her clothes. She did shield her face, in case he missed. Sheer horror prevented her from twisting away or struggling once more against the iron rings secured to her ankles.” Its stink was the worst she ever smelled. “STOP IT!”
Once unleashed, Robert’s bladder would not give up until its contents had given out. He managed to grin, despite how gross it felt to be peeing on his mother, the mother who had shown nothing but love to him. If she hadn’t made him and his brother so horny, he wouldn’t be peeing on her. This was for Tommy’s sake as much as it was for him.
True to his history, Tommy was only stunned by his brother’s grotesque act, for a moment. His desire to outshine his siblings tore through his disgust like tissue holding back a fire hydrant. “That’s the way to teach her, Robert!” He turned his body to Mom’s crouched form and let go with all he had. Tommy’s penis erupted with a lighter colored stream of pee. Unlike his brother, he simply aimed at her general direction, hitting her square on her naked back. He laughed upon seeing the cum drying there fly away from the impact of his piss. “You’re just a dirty whore, Mother, and this proves it!”
A strength she hadn’t known before, welled up and issued from her throat. She shrieked and screamed at her sons. “ARE YOU CRAZY!! THIS IS HORRIBLE! STOP! STOP! STOP IT!!” Her eyes flooded with tears. She had never been so thoroughly humiliated. She hunched down into the smallest target she could, away from both foul jets. “PLEASE, NO!!” She wailed and wailed.
“Wash her good, Tommy.” Robert forced himself to say. He hadn’t wanted to pee on her dress, but it was better that than where Tommy sprayed. How would they dare touch it to get what they ultimately wanted? He growled. “Never think you can tell us what to do, Mother.” He stepped closer as the last of his pee arced out of his dick and into her piss and cum soaked skirt. He made sure it caught every last drop. It was just cold enough in the cellar to see steam rise from her discolored dress.
Joan bent down. Tommy’s piss splashed off of her back and ran into her hair and trickled down her arms. She coughed as if she were going to vomit. She almost did. The new horror, still pouring out of her youngest son’s penis was too much for her. She could only curl up as best she could, to hide from them and the world.
Tommy hadn’t been as desperate to pee. He earlier concern had only heightened his need. His flow of pee slacked seconds after his brother. Still, his was the last piss to defile their mother, and that was important to him. “That taught her, right Robert?”
The older boy cleared his throat before aswering. Bile had risen at what they’d done. “Yeah.” He echoed his brother. It was all he could say without getting sick.
For a long while, the cellar rang with the sound of their Mother’s whimpering. “No. No. This isn’t happening. Dear god, no…”
Tommy sneered for effect and strode to the battered couch. He kicked off his pants and underwear and sat half naked. Robert untied his mother’s ankles from the floor rings. Her feet were white from lack of blood.
“Don’t you dare move, Momma, or we’ll chain you up to the ceiling, next.”
Joan felt no relief at the freeing of her feet. She fell to one side, hugging her foul smelling, wet body, in a fetal position. Upon registering Robert’s warning, she looked up… eyes fearful. Above her, a huge eye-bolt had been screwed securely into a wide crossbeam supporting the main floor. They would hang her from that bolt, if she tried to escape. She nodded despite her confusion and trepidation. She was in no shape to fight them.
Robert kicked off his lower garb and sat at the other end of the couch. “Feel like reading?” He grinned at the book they had jerked off to, earlier that day. Its presence felt like congratulations for a task well begun. Soon they would accomplish all that it, and dozens of their father’s books, had described for their delight.
“I can’t believe you did that, Robert. That was sick!” Tommy beamed. “And it totally worked.” He pointed at their mom. “She’s just waiting for more.”
Robert couldn’t say, yeah, but she’s all gross now. “Nah.” He blustered. “She’s trying to hold her own in.”
“Really?” Her mother’s bathroom status hadn’t occurred to Tommy. He jumped up, bright with new plans. “Hey, Mom. You have to pee too, don’t you.” He sauntered up to his mother’s clenched form.
“Tommy.” She whispered, unable to speak, lest her bladder give way. “Please, I’ll do anything, i-if you let me go to the bathroom.”
“Huh.” Tommy docked his fists to his hips. “You think you’re better than us? We didn’t use the bathroom. For all I care, you can piss on yourself, just like we did.”
“That was a terrible thing-” Joan began.
“Blah, blah, blah…” Robert interrupted from the couch. “From now until morning, you’re the cellar’s toilet.”
“Noo. Please, no.” Her body shivered. She was at her limit. The hot piss that soaked her dress and skin had cooled, making her want to pee more than ever.
“Go on, Mom.” Tommy urged. “You can do it. Pee. Let it go. Piss in your panties, Mom.”
“AAAAUUUGGGHHHH!!” Joan wailed when her best effort failed. Piss flushed from her groin like it burst from a hydrant. It smashed into her panties and exploded out every edge of its thick material, as well as thoroughly soaking in. “No no no no no no no…” She cried while her bladder let go with four hours of pent up urine.
“Geez, Mom, you’re really pissing your pants!” Tommy stepped back from streams of bright pee gushing out under the hem of her skirt. “You are a dirty pig.” He laughed.
“You made me-” His mother wailed. “I couldn’t help-” She blubbered and moaned. “nnnnnnooooooo…” The flow lessened as her voice faded. Last dribbles ran down the mother’s legs. What hadn’t absorbed into her dress and hair, puddled under her half naked, quivering form.
“Wow! That was crazy. You really made a mess!” Tommy exclaimed. Although put off by their pooled urine and its sick smell, his mother’s utter humiliation and resignation reminded Tommy of his promise to dominate and control her. He wanted to fuck her more than ever, and his cock grew at his mounting excitement. He waggled his reviving prick at his mother. “From now on, you’re going to do everything we tell you.”
Robert couldn’t believe what he saw. Their mother had just pissed herself in a most disgusting manner, in front of her two sons, and now Tommy’s dick was getting ready for a new round! He could only sit and watch, in disbelief.
Joan burst into fresh tears after her youngest’s pronouncement. “Tommy, why are being awful? Haven’t I always been good to you?”
“Yeah, but letting me fuck your hand was the best!” He grabbed his prick and jerked on it as a reminder. “Look at it, Mom. It’s ready for you again. This time, I want you to suck on it.” He couldn’t stand the idea of fucking his piss soaked mother. Tommy walked up to where she lay on her side. Foul smelling pee swirled around her. “And don’t be gross, Mom. Pull your hair back when you sit up.”
“I can’t suck you, Tommy.” She had given up trying to use clean words for her sons’ dirty parts and actions. “I’m your mother. I shouldn’t have held your cock, but you hurt me. I didn’t want to.”
“What you want doesn’t matter.” Tommy explained. “Now sit up, or I’ll spank your tits.”
“Please, no.” Joan lifted her head and did pull back her hair. Pee ran through her fingers. Her body shuddered at the sensation. “I-I’ll jack you off. I’ll try hard to make it good, Tommy.”
Tommy had dropped the belt when his brother started peeing on their mom. He reached down and swatted her higher tit. Fortunately it was still dry. The other’s wide mass lay soaking.
“Oww!” Joan yelped.
“Sit up, Mom.” Tommy ordered.
“You’ve hurt me so much!” His mother cried.
Tommy flicked her softened nipple with a fingernail. She flinched and whimpered. “No. No. Please. I’ll jack you off.” She raised a hand, trying to grasp her youngest boy’s hard dick.
Tommy smacked it away. “Sit up, NOW!” He belted her breast. “Don’t touch me with your piss soaked hand. Sit up and open your mouth.” He struck her tit again.
“Owwww!” Joan struggled to her knees again. She looked up at the menacing form towering above her. His lengthy prick awaited her mouth. “Please, Tommy, let me take a bath. I’ll suck you then. I’ll suck you and your brother. I don’t care. You’ve made me feel so disgusting. I’ll get sick if I suck you now.”
“You’re just as dirty now as you always been. Uncle Nick told us. You were a whore at high school. You probably go out whoreing behind Dad’s back.”
“I never did.” Joan wailed. “I love your dad. When I met him, I stopped seeing other boys.” She hated her brother, Nick. How could he have told her children about her past? He must have been drunk. She never should have let him babysit the boys. Thank god, she never let him babysit Peggy!”
Would his mother never stop talking? He slapped her face’s dry cheek. “Open your mouth, you dirty whore.”
“I’m not!” She wailed. “I’m No-uuuggggllnnnn!” A slim prick dove through her blubbering lips.
“That’ll shut you up.” Tommy grinned. “Now suck me!” He looked back at his brother, triumphant. He hoped Robert could see their mom’s mouth wrapped around his hard dick. Soon she would be sucking him, and he would cum hard down her throat!
Heat from her son’s prick pulsed upon her jaws as it throbbed with burning need. Joan quailed. She pulled her head back but was punished by another belt slap across her cock pierced face. She whined but held her head steady. He would have to do the work, like with her hand. When she opened her mouth, Tommy slapped her again. “Nnnnggg!” She groaned, but her lips closed around his invading shaft, and her tongue pressed it from below. This shouldn’t be happening!
“Yeah, that’s good, Mom. Feels great!” The boy cooed. “Now, suck it.” Spanking had proved so effective, he gave her another to convince her he meant it.
“NNNGG!” Joan yelped with a mouth full of young cock. Her mouth sucked on the hard pole before she could think of doing it. Joan felt the smooth head of his cock probe the back of her throat. She closed her eyes from shame. Tommy’s prick swelled between her abuse goaded lips. He pulled back until it’s soft, slippery head caught the back of her teeth. Then he fucked it steadily into his mother’s mouth.
“Look! I’m fucking Mom’s mouth, and she sucking on me!” He cried joyously.
Robert saw. He watched his mother submit to his brother’s belt swats. Tommy was going to be the first to cum down their Mommy’s throat. His own, fatter prick, stirred. Robert grinned. “Hold on, Tommy. Don’t let her off easy by cumming right away.” He cautioned.
“I’ll try, but this feels better than I thought!” Tommy humped his steel spike in and out of his mother’s face.
Joan groaned with shame. Her upper body turned red, while her piss soaked ass and legs shivered from clammy cold pool she sat in upon hard cement. It was all a horrible dream, but it was not a dream. Her stinging ass and tits were proof. Her only hope was to end her suffering as quickly as possible. She sucked harder on her young son’s pulsing prick. That tiny decision plucked a long forgotten string inside her loins. She used to love sucking cock before she met her husband. She still loved it, whenever he wanted her too, but that hadn’t happened for a long while. If only this hot prick, dancing in and out of her lips, were his and not Tommy’s. Her heart shrank from shame. Low in her body a little spark glimmered.
Something changed for Tommy. His retreating prick soaked up saliva from his mother’s tongue and lost it to the vacuum that sucked it back. It felt amazing! He wanted to fuck her face forever, but then it happened. His mother’s mouth shifted in a way that defied description. It was as if, suddenly, her mouth was the only thing his cock would ever need. His balls lurched with joy! He would have cum right there, if his brother hadn’t warned him. He pulled out and stepped back. His cock sprang out of her lips, and he slapped her face as hard as he could. “You filthy whore.” He swore softly. “You suck lots of cocks, don’t you!”
“OW!” Joan cried. Her piss hand covered that side of her face. “I don’t! Why did you do that? I did what you wanted, but you hit me!”
“I can hit you as much as I want, and you can’t stop me.” Tommy caught his breath. He almost came when he saw her eyes change from submission to abject surrender. The feeling of absolute control overcame him. If her dress and panties weren’t piss soaked, he would have fucked her, right then and there. Maybe someday he would, no matter how disgusting! “We can do anything we want with you, fuck you, hit you, make you piss yourself. You’re going to be our slut from now on, and your gonna suck our cocks whenever we want.” Tommy panted. The pressure in his balls had eased. “Now open your cocksucking mouth, and this time you’re going to fuck my dick with your head.” He stepped closer, tapping her lips with his smooth prickhead. If only her hair wasn’t glistening with pee, he would have grabbed her hair and shown her what he meant.”
Joan knew, and he was right, while there was night in the sky outside, she would do whatever they demanded. Joan shook from sorrow but opened her mouth and engulfed the length of her son’s waiting cock. The tiny spark, deep within her, danced.
Sucking on his cock was bad enough and shame filled her. Ashamed or not, she couldn’t make herself stop sucking his cock. Tommy had beaten her until she could only obey.
She was under their control, unable to resist further. She hated his cock as she sucked and pulled back her head, letting it slide slowing out of her mouth. Shame burned on her beautiful face. She pressed her head forward, swallowing its throat knocking length. He groaned from the sensation.
As her mouth moved up and down his cock, she could feel the flush on her face. But the spark, reminding her of wilder days, would not die. The shame was there, to be sure, but she could not stop sucking him. Tommy’s cock could not be denied.
Sad moans escaped her tight lips and she had to struggle to keep silent. Feeling his prick inside her hot mouth added fuel to the spark.
Her tits dripped piss as they flounced to and fro. They burned from humiliation. The cock throbbed and pulsated between her wet lips. Joan bobbed her head faster.
“Oooohhh, Mommy!” Tommy thought his mother had sucked him good when he fucked his prick through her lips, but this was incredible. Her chin bounced off of his churning balls, while she sucked his rock hard prick with all her skill.
Joan sucked his cock in deep, holding it between her tight lips. The way it throbbed against her throat reminded her of the first boy she ever sucked. He had been as afraid as she. They had only petted each other before the day she offered to suck him. She couldn’t remember his name. The only name she could think of was, Tommy. Now she was the frightened one, frightened of Tommy, her son, not of what he had made her do. She hated having to obey him, but she hated herself more. She had been a cocksucker, and she had loved it. This was a betrayal of love. To survive, she had to do her best.
Joan sucked up and down her son’s rock steady prick. He was moaning now. He couldn’t last longer- …unless he hit her again. She winced at the thought. Her lips never slowed. Her head bounced as fast as it could, licking and sucking and fucking her son’s delicious, hard cock. NO! Joan’s mind shrieked. This wasn’t right. She must never take pleasure from surrendering to her sons’ demands. As punishment, boiling cum blasted out of the prick head in Joan’s sucking mouth.
“AAAAHHHHHHGGGGHHHHH!!!” Tommy cried out. His swirling balls couldn’t hold out any longer. His mom’s hard sucking and face fucking threw open the gate from which poured white, hot spunk. Without thinking, he grabbed his mom’s wet hair and thrust his spitting prick as far into his mother’s head, as it would go. His body pulsed with each load of cum flinging into her tummy.
His mother gulped and gulped, sucking every sperm out of her son’s body. Tommy surprised her by grabbing her head and forcing his cock to back of her throat. Her mouth didn’t skip a beat. After shooting several clumps down her gullet, his balls spewed forth a steady stream of cum, which she drank without objection. Her son’s cock was so far back, she could hardly taste his white juice, until he pulled out. A last spurt of cum doused her tongue. Her tongue swirled it around. It’s rich flavor wasn’t as musky as her husband’s thin spunk. Abruptly she swallowed it, embarrassed by her own reaction to tasting Tommy’s cum. She turned her head away and cried.
“Gosh, Mom, I’m going to make you do that every day!” Tommy wobbled on his feet. His brain was drunk from all the pleasure his mother’s mouth had imparted to his hard prick. The member was still too excited to relax, but Tommy knew, it would be a while before he could give his mother another dose of hot cum.
…to be continued…
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