Chained and Spanked Mother, by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 6
“Are you going to cut her?” Tommy looked half eager and half worried.
“Maybe, if Mom doesn’t stop wriggling.” He aimed the knife at her crotch.
Joan looked down her naked torso. Robert’s weapon sent a chill down her spine. Was he serious? “Y-you wouldn’t!” The pain in her breast took a back seat to stainless steel terror.
“Who knows what we might do, Mom.” He slipped the blade under her panty’s stretch band and twisted. Its razor edge parted the band like it was paper. Robert wasn’t pussyfooting around. He thrust down her thigh, slicing open one side of the ruined garment. Her legs, each tied to a corner of the bed, made it hard to pull off Mother’s panties. Robert cut the whole panel free, with theatric flair.
“NO, Robert! You mustn’t! That’s my most private place.” Joan wailed. “Cover it up! I’m so ashamed. Pull my gown back. You can cut holes for my tits. You can suck on them, hurt them, even. Leave me some dignity!”
Robert paused. It was the first time he’d seen his mother’s bare crotch. Her thatch of dark gold hair entranced him. Even Tommy stopped playing with the clothespins. He licked his lips at first cunt sighting. From his angle, he could only see his mother’s concealing bush. Robert gulped, he knew then, he was going to do it. His heart raced at the thought. “You still don’t get it, Mom. Tommy and I don’t take orders from you. You have to do what we want, and we can do whatever we want, to you. Give her the other half of her lesson, Tommy.”
“Yeah,” The younger boy held up another pair of plastic jaws. He pinched them open and closed, “Bark! Bark! I’m hungry for titty!” He put it on her closer nipple and let go. The jagged teeth sank into her dark circle. His mother screamed!
Robert snapped his knife closed and flung her panty away. He climbed over the leg until both his knees rested between hers. He leaned down and peeled open his mother’s hairy cunt lips.
“OHHH!!! NO! I BEG YOU!” Between the sharp pains shooting through her nipples and her mental anguish at the older son’s voilating touch, she surrendered. “I’ll suck you both!” She promised. “I’ll be good. You can tie me up and spank me. Use my hands and my mouth, but please don’t touch me there!”
“We already can do that stuff, Momma.” Tommy held a last pin over her singly suffering tit. The other, with two sets of plastic fangs eating that nipple, were turning her breast white. “We’re gonna do lots more, too!” He sank the last pin under the single one, letting it bite deep into its dark circle of quivering flesh. Joan yelled and wailed and moaned. She thrashed as best she could to dislodge her son’s fingers and her other son’s cruel toys. “NOOOO!!!” Her tits flew left and right, unable to throw off their torment, causing more pain. “Uuuunnnhhhh!!” She whined.
“Gee, Mother, are you wet in there?” Robert saw her glistening clit. He flicked it sharply.
“OOOWWW!!” She yelped. “No, it’s sweat!” That was the only logical explanation. A mother’s body would never lubricate to ease a sons’ betrayal of it.
Delighted, he next poked a finger along the slit searching for the hidden entrance to where he had been conceived. He found dampness, but no slick juices. His finger poked lower and found a slight indent. He pressed firmly, spearing nail and fingertip into his mother’s dark recess. It was dry enough to resist. Robert, not really wanting to hurt his mother, or more importantly his cock, knew what to do. He pulled out his hand.
Joan sighed, “OH, yes, son. Come here. I’ll suck your cum. I will!” But her relief from Robert’s prying into her cunt, was short lived. The older boy bent his head down. He planted his lips across her hairy slit. His tongue laved globs of spit into her vulva. It pushed wet wads of it against her dry, inner opening. Joan broke into fresh tears. “Noooo! Don’t lick me down there. Get away! Let me go!” she blubbered.
Tommy realized his sly brother was beating him to their mom’s pussy. He didn’t begrudge Robert, but he wished he hadn’t been distracted by his mother’s fat tits. Although, hurting them with sharp clothespins had given him a stiff boner, the main reason he pulled up Mom’s gown was to access her cunt! Never a sore loser, Tommy moved on to the next best thing. He unbuttoned and peeled his pants down, letting his hard prick free. He shifted to his mother’s face and grabbed her hair.
“Huh? Wha-” Joan felt her head twist against her wishes. Her eyes were forced to look at her younger son’s jutting cock. “Not now, Tommy! We have to stop your bro-” ULP!!
Tommy stuffed his prick deep into his mom’s mouth. “I’m tired of your blabber. Suck me, Momma!”
Joan’s tears doubled down her cheeks. Tommy’s cock struck the back of her throat and gagged her. She choked, and her head shook but was unable to expell his significant length. Her tits clamped to agony, her wrists and legs bound and sore, her sons violating her mouth and vulva, Joan wept as her resistance faded. Each abuse stripped successive veils of her stubborn dignity, eventually revealing in her loins, that small spark she had sensed the previous night. It flickered and flared, somehow fueled by her submission. The cold dread, gripping her mind and shivering her spine, warmed slightly from the tiny flame within.
Tommy felt his mother’s mouth respond deliciously to his penetrating cock. Her lips closed around him. Her tongue licked and pulled at it. “Nnnggg. That’s right, Mommy, suck me.” He moaned.
“Your pussy tastes incredible, Momma.” Robert’s tongue licked away his saliva to find his mother’s moisture responding to his. He poked her inner gate with the tip. It no longer fought penetration. Mom’s hips shuddered.
An iron rod took the place of Robert’s prick. Robert could have licked and slurped on his mother’s delicious, bold tasting cunt for hours, but he was on a mission. He raised his head and shuffled his knees closer. He walked his hands up the mattress, on opposite sides of his mother’s body, allowing him to sink his body down upon hers.
Joan felt her oldest son’s body, nearly as tall as she, touch and weigh down upon hers. Robert’s hard dick could not be denied. He was going to fuck her. The broken woman choked on tears and her youngest son’s cock. Tommy responded by slapping her face and hunching his prick back and forth. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, Mommy, while Robert fucks your dirty cunt!”
She wanted to cry that her cunt wasn’t dirty. They were the filthy ones soiling her, defiling her most private places with their hard, strong cocks. Instead, she acted. Her mouth and pussy clamped down. Tommy grunted from a burst of pleasure when the mouth sucking him pulled suddenly harder at his drilling prick.
When Robert tested his cock head at his mother’s dark entrance, it rejected his initial push. It was wet, but her loins fought his fierce desire. Surprised by the strength of his mother’s resistance, he was undaunted. He had other tools than a pocket knife. “You shouldn’t have done that, Mom.” He rose up off of her naked body and drew the perfect item from his open pants.
Joan heard but couldn’t see her older son’s slight of hand. Couldn’t he leave her that one precious place? She wanted to tell him, but she already knew the answer. What Joan didn’t suspect, of the boy she considered most behaved, was how far he would go to fuck her resisting cunt.
Abruptly, something hard tore into her clit’s sensitive bundle of nerves! Joan screamed against Tommy’s pumping prick, just as he was withdrawing for another plunge. Intense agony blasted his length of cock from her mouth. She shrieked! Her body leaped and thrashed from horrible, awful, cutting pain! Her head pulled away, leaving long strands of his mother’s hair in Tommy’s gripping fingers. That pain was nothing compared to her clit’s insane suffering!
The metal, paper clamp bit the length of his mother’s clitoris. Robert growled, “We own you, Momma! Stop fighting us.”
“YES, YES! I’LL STOP!! I’LL STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!! OOOWWWW!!!!!!” Joan shrieked and shrieked. “STOOOOWWWWWPPP OOOWWW-IIITTT!!”
The older boy knew he had gone too far, but he wasn’t sorry for doing it. “I’ll decide when to hurt you and how hard. I’m sick of your begging.” He twisted the clamp ninety degrees.
Joan’s body bucked and heaved. She screamed as if burned alive!
Tommy leaned back, for fear of being bitten. “Robert!” He hollered sharply. His joy at Mother’s suffering fell off a cliff. His eyes moistened. He almost told his brother, that was enough, but doing so would weaken them in their mother’s eyes, which must not happen, despite his real, if belated, concern for her. He glared at his brother. The way their mother thrashed and shrieked was too much!
…to be continued…
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