Chained and Spanked Mother
[minor water-sports event]
Chapter 5
Robert sat frozen in disbelief. He’d seen his mother change from an unwilling victim to a bitch eager to suck cock. At least, that’s what it looked like! He didn’t know she just wanted to end her torture quickly. While watching his younger brother drive hard prick meat into their mother’s face, Robert got as hard as his brother! He bolted from the couch. “You really put it to her, Tommy. It’s my turn.”
“Yeah, she sucked better than any of those books ever said.” Tommy made room for his brother, despite the room spinning from his orgasm’s intensity. He hugged a wall to keep from stumbling. “Mom, I bet you even liked it.”
“I hated it!” Joan complained.
“Sure you did, Mom.” Robert stepped up to his kneeling mother. “I saw you go after Tommy’s dick, like a pro. You were born to suck cock, weren’t you?”
His mother worried if he told Robert the truth, that she just wanted to get over with it, he might punish her. “No, Robert. I swear. I just did what he told me.”
“I bet you’re lying, Mom, but it doesn’t matter. I’m telling you what to do now, and you’d better not complain or cry, or I’ll grab that strap and teach you what disobedience earns.”
“Please, Robert.” Joan fought against fresh tears. “I hurt so bad. I’m a wreck. I need a shower and sleep.”
“Are you complaining?”
“I-I don’t want to complain. I just want to be left alone.”
“That’s not going to happen for a long while.” Robert declared. “Now stop your blubbering and start sucking.” Like his brother, Robert was more than a little freaked out at the sight of his piss soaked mom and the smell. Like his brother, he mustered through and presented his hard, fat prick to his mother’s face.
Of course, after taking Tommy’s erection in her mouth and sucking it until it came, Robert would want the same, if not more. Joan’s sons had always played a strange game of cooperation and competition. She’d thought little of it, something all brother’s did. Now that game involved her! What would Robert want from her, to make Tommy a little jealous?
“What are you waiting for, Momma?” Robert slapped her face, but his heart wasn’t into it. He knew they had defeated her. They could freely sack her treasures.
His mother jolted at the slap, but had no strength left to cry out. She had to use all of her remaining energy to bring her other boy to a mind shattering orgasm. Joan kissed Robert’s cock first, because he hadn’t hit her very hard. Then she opened up and slowly sucked her boy’s thicker rod into her face. While not as long Tommy’s, it filled her far more. Her wan spark reignited at the taste of Robert’s cock. It’s mass made it harder to breathe, but somehow felt more at home there, as if she’d missed out on good cock in her mouth for years. Joan dismissed that thought. Like Tommy, she simply had to get her son off as quickly as possible, before her strength failed and theirs restored, whereupon the boys would doubtless restart the cycle of abuse.
“Mmmmm.” Robert appreciated the incredible sensations, his mother’s mouth marinated into his hard prick. “Fuck me with your face, Momma.” He thrust in and pulled out to set a rhythm. His mother’s head responded. Robert grinned, imagining he could control his mother remotely by simply moving his cock in her mouth. Her tongue had trouble wrapping around his meat. He was too big, but she could lick his prick head and with skill. Robert groaned again, when he felt her tonguing him. Her head followed his initial pace and she began to fuck his cock with her lips and sucking mouth. He almost put his hands on her head, but the piss there saved her from being forceably throat fucked. “You really are a cocksucking whore!” He delighted.
They had done it, both of them! In a single evening, he and Tommy had turned their reserved, conservative mother into a hot mouthed bitch. He looked down at their conquered victim and breathed excitedly.
Joan wanted to cry, but she had been told not to. She covered her naked breasts and sucked her oldest son as best she could.
“Don’t do that!” Robert barked. “They may be covered in piss, but I want to look at them while you fuck me with your slut mouth.” She lowered her arms and a fresh flush crept up from them to reddened her face. She sucked energetically on Robert’s cock as he fucked back and forth, gurgling noisily around it. Her naked tits swayed. Stained by her shame and her sons’ piss, they’d shaken the last yellow drop while she had sucked Tommy’s prick.
Joan’s shoulders shook as her head bobbed up and down Robert’s spit slicked peter. She had trouble vilifying how perfectly its girth filled her oral cavity. It was as if her mouth had been built to suck Robert’s dick.
Likewise, Robert couldn’t imagine that Tommy had felt anything better, when their mother sucked him. The thrills she drilled through his cock were better than anything! His joy exceeded imagination, but he wanted just a bit more. The older boy grinned at his brother. Then he called down to his sucking mother. “Dip your middle finger in that pee, Momma, and poke it up my ass!”
“Huh?” Her son’s command shocked her out of the mouth fucking rhythm.
CRACK! Robert’s hand smacked her face. “I didn’t tell you to stop, bitch!” He swatted his mother’s cheek a second time. She cried out, tried to resume, but lost her focus. Her mouth sucked well enough, but her motion wasn’t the same. Robert smacked his hand against the less pee stained tit. A hard nipple there surprised him. Was his mom getting turned on by being forced to suck them? That would be too good to be true. “Give me that strap, Tommy.” His brother handed over the length of leather.
“No!” Joan complained with a mouth full of thick boy cock. Her son swatted her tit again. He pinched her turgid nipple and squeezed hard. She cried out but hurried to keep sucking her son’s prick. He once more fucked it in and out of her lips to remind her how he liked it. She did her best to comply, but at the same time she wanted to beg him not to whip her anymore. She splashed one hand in the pee puddle and reached around his hip, to show she would obey.
“Too slow.” Tommy spat. He would have belted her tits, if his brother hadn’t taken the belt. It was Robert’s turn to cum down their mother’s cock sucking throat. Still, when Robert had ordered their mother to stick a pee basted finger up his ass, Tommy grimaced. Watching their mother reach around with a yellow stained, dripping hand and stick it between his big brother’s butt cheeks, he remembered reading about how a finger in the ass could amp up the sensation of getting sucked. He wished he had thought of that. Tommy consoled himself, knowing he had been the first to fuck his mother’s face.
Robert felt the wet hand wedge in behind him. He poked his mother’s tits with the half belt’s tip. He wanted her to understand that the slightest disobedience would be severely punished.
Joan’s finger slipped along Robert’s ass cheek, and she found herself rubbing his asshole. She had never touched her husband’s, but she had wanted to. She had wanted him to rub and touch her asshole, too, but she knew he never would. But now she ran her finger around Robert’s asshole as she bobbed her mouth up and down his hardened cock. She probed it, rubbed it, and put pressure against it. Wet with pee, even her weakened strength managed to press a middle digit through he son’s willing sphincter.
Robert yelped with delight as the tip of her finger popped into his tight asshole. He suddenly took the initiative from her bouncing head and slammed his cock deep into her sucking mouth. Joan shoved her finger all the way in and began to stab it in and out of her oldest son’s bung. She loved the tightness of it and she loved the way it made him fuck into her sucking mouth with frenzy. His balls banged at her chin, and her tits flew out from her son’s violent fucking, almost touching the soft hairs growing out of his nut sack.
She kept fucking her finger in Robert’s asshole, tasting his cock as he thrust faster and faster into her mouth. She had to swallow often because the bulbous head dripped so much pre-cum.
“Oh, god, Mom!” Robert confessed, “You’re sucking is going to make me cum! Your finger- UNNGGG!” He groaned.
A smile tried to interfere with her obligation to suck her son’s rutting prick as hard as she could. She chided herself for that hint of pride while working intently at her task. Her tongue whipped about Robert’s cock the moment it gushed into her mouth. Her finger drove deep into his asshole. The way his pucker clenched around her finger, as he came, surprised and taunted the little spark to become a flame inside of her.
Robert’s cock hosed the back of her mouth with the nectar of hot, sweet semen. Unlike Tommy’s cum, Joan could taste every drop of her older boy’s erupting juice. He too had slammed his hips against her face, upon climaxing, without grabbing her pee soaked hair. She gurgled on the thick cream that spurted down her throat, quietly wishing her husband would let her milk his cock more often with her lips and tongue, even though its taste wasn’t quite as nice as her sons’.
Robert pulled away, unplugging his still spurting prick from of his mother’s mouth. He used the last of his cum to mark her face and titties. “I own you, now, Momma.” He corrected himself. “We own you.”
“Yeah.” Tommy trusted his brother spoke for both of them. Theirs was an unbreakable bond. Now that they had broken their mother, they had become partners in crime. The future held great things, and they would use their mom’s body completely and with gusto. His brother finish christening Mom’s face and tits with cum. Then Robert nearly stumbled as he stepped away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm. Tommy helped his brother to the couch. He discovered he needed as much help to keep from staggering. They plopped down, utterly exhausted.
Joan hung her head and cried. The spark, with its thin hope and fat threat, had died. Upon seeing her sons, drained and immobile, she dared to crawl out of the puddle. She stank of pee and the fresh cum Robert had blessed her with. She found a cold, dry space next to a wall and she collapsed, shivering but unconscious.
Much later, The Movie of the Week ended. Its noise was briefly replaced by soft but solid footsteps. The two boys didn’t hear them fade to the far bedroom. Both had fallen asleep.
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Joan woke, cold, teeth chattering cold. Her body literally shook her awake. She stank. The room stank. Her body sang with pain, and every limb ached. She rubbed her wrists and ankles and stared at her sons on the couch. They didn’t move. She felt, if she didn’t warm up, she was going to die. The tiny, high window showed a world still dark. It could be any time of the night. She risked getting up, as slowly as she could.
Joan crept silently across the cold floor. Her slippers squished from piss that hadn’t dried. Reaching the lowest step, she carefully placed a foot on the firmest spot. Step by step, minimizing creaking wood, she ascended to the cellar door. Her boys lay like lumps. The brass touch of a doorknob sent a wave of relief through her heart. She turned it slowly and pressed the door open as quietly as possible. Passing through to freedom, she closed the door and hobbled to the closest bathroom.
Tommy murmured in his sleep, “…fucking you Mommy.”
Robert responded without waking, “Hhhnnnnggg, gonna cum…”
Joan slipped into bed and curled up beside her husband. She had bathed and scrubbed herself for an hour, until the stink was gone and her suffering eased. She fell deep asleep. Her husband snored without a hitch at her arrival.
She dreamed of hard cocks and shiny leather belts, of whips, ropes, and chains. Faces of boys she once pleased, and had used for pleasure, floated through. There was pain. Like air, it surrounded her, but the belts and whips and switches never landed. Several of her high school lovers gathered around a table. They held her across it and tied her arms and legs to the corners. She begged them to fuck her. The dream made her hot and wet. She could hardly wait for their cocks to pierce her and tear her apart until she came and came upon them.
“Huh?” Joan woke lying on her back. The bottom sheet stung the welts and bruises inflaming her backside. Bright sunlight made her squint. There had been a sound, of curtains. She called her husband’s name then tried to sit up but couldn’t. Giggling answered her call.
She had been so weak and abused, she slept through early morning. Her husband had showered, dressed, ate a simple breakfast, and left for work. He had been met by two shining boys who explained that Uncle Nick was feeling much better, and he had driven them home at the crack of dawn. Their father patted their head, cautioned Peggy to be good at school and drove away. They told their sister that Mom had asked them to stay with her that day. Peggy believed them, because her mother always favored them. She left for school in a huff.
Catching their mother before she awoke, the boys quickly tied her arms and legs to the corner posts of their parents’ bed. They giggled at the sight of her waking, unable to move.
NOO! Joan cried. She struggled with the bonds holding her fast to her bed, but the boys had learned. Instead of rope, they used a double pair of their father’s handkerchiefs to secure each limb. With the right knots, which they had practiced, the broad material wouldn’t dig in and cut circulation. Her head thrashed back and forth, until she spotted Robert and Tommy standing in front of their father’s dresser. They grinned like evil leprechauns. Together, they reached out and yanked the covers away from their mother’s spread-eagle body.
…to be continued…
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