Kathy Andrews - Roped sitter, chained mom

But when Howie pulled his cock out of her ass, her ass ring seemed to remain open and stretched, and the feeling of wanting to shit was powerful. She managed to control the urge, and started to relax just a little.

And she began to piss.

She groaned with embarrassment, trying to stop. But all she managed to do was spurt piss in quick gushes. Her whole body, turned red with shame, and her tears of humiliation flowed once more.

Howie, standing on his knees behind her, began to laugh in a wicked way, adding to her shame.

"Piss away, cunt!" he yelled. "Piss all you want! Dirty little bitch, pisses in her fucking panties! Rut you don't, have panties on, do you, cunt? You should see yourself, Cindy… your cunt pissing!"

The hot, golden stream of piss spewed from her cunt, splashing onto Howie's thighs. He jerked out of the way, yelling at her: "Piss on me, will you, cunt! I'll beat your fucking ass raw for that!"

But Cindy didn't hear him.

Her cunt had erupted into orgasm.

She groaned into the gag, surprised and ashamed that she was coming. It was impossible, but her cunt was clutched in a tight, hot, exquisite orgasma much more pleasurable orgasm than she had ever felt.

Joan came home about fivethirty that morning, and found Cindy, as usual, sleeping on the couch. Knowing that Cindy's father was dead tired, she let Cindy keep sleeping.

She checked on her son in his room, and found him sound asleep, too. Going through the house to make sure everything was locked up, she walked between the sleeping Cindy and the coffee table. She sniffed, understanding what the odor was immediately. She squatted down and ran her hand along the carpet, finding it wet. She smelled her hand.

"Piss," she whispered, turning to look at Cindy, a slight frown on her face. Joan began to wonder. Cindy was uncovered, having kicked a blanket to her feet. Her pleated skirt was above her knees, and Joan couldn't resist taking a peek, needing to satisfy her curiosity.

Lifting Cindy's skirt, she saw the girl was naked underneath. Frowning again as she lowered her skirt, Joan stood. She had seen the come juice on Cindy's thighs, and her blonde cunt hair was slightly matted. She wondered if Cindy was having boys in after Howie was in bed.

If so, Joan wasn't going to say anything to the girl's father. Cindy had just as much right to a good fuck as she and Jack did, she felt.

Going to her room, she undressed and climbed between the sheets. She had bathed with Jack at his house. As she started drifting off to sleep, she considered his proposal of marriage again. It could work, she thought, except for one thing: how could they enjoy their kind of sex living in a house with a boy and girl? That was the only thing Joan knew of that prevented a marriage between them. They would eventually be caught, and there was no telling how Howie and Cindy would react.

Later, Joan thought at first she was dreaming, that Jack had her tied to his bed again, spreadeagled. She moaned softly in her sleep, wiggling her hips. Her legs were spread wide, and her cunt was so wry hot.

Howie stood over his mother, watching her with gleaming eyes. He had awakened early, finding Cindy gone, and finding his mother in bed. She had kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed, her legs thrown wide apart. She was naked.

Immediately, he carefully tied her to the bed as she had been in Jack's house. He stood at the foot of the bed, gazing between his mother's long thighs, staring at her cunt. It was different thaw Cindy's cunt, yet just the same. He examined his mother's cunt carefully, and the only real difference he could see was that the cunt hair seemed thicker, and it wardark, where Cindy had blonde cunt hair.

But the real difference was that it was his mother's cunt he was looking at, and that he had her tied up so he could fuck her if he wanted to.

Joan slowly opened her eyes, her hips wiggling with pleasure. It took a moment for her to focus her vision, and suddenly she yelped.

"Howie!" she shouted, trying to close her legs. "What are you doing in here? Why am I tied like this? Get out of here, damn you!"

Howie laughed. "Not yet, Mother."

"But why?" she asked, her eyes darting about. She felt embarrassed to have her son staring at her with that gleam of lust in his young eyes.

"I saw you, Mother," he said. "I peeked and watched you and Jack. Shame on you."

"You… saw?"

"Everything," he laughed. "I saw him piss on you, Mother. I watched him fuck you, and I heard you begging for more."

"Oh, my God!"

"Why are you blushing? I thought you'd like waking up all tied up."

"But you're my son," she yelped. "You're not supposed to see me like this! Cover me up, at least."

"I want to look at you," Howie said, moving to the side of her bed. "See what you do to me, Mother?"

He shoved his shorts down, and his cock popped up, swollen and hard. "You give me a hardon."

Joan stared at her young son's cock, her face flushed. Howie's cock was not as big as Jack's, but she found it beautiful. Despite being humiliated by her son this way, Joan was reacting. She was reacting to being tied and naked, the same as she did when Jack tied her up. The passion to be tied and helpless was stronger than her shame. Her cunt started pulsing, her clit tightening up. She squeezed the cheeks of her ass together, a soft, low moan coming from her throat.

Her reaction was not missed by her son. He darted his eyes to her hairy cunt, giggling as he stroked his cock slowly. He saw the lips of his mother's cunt quiver.

"I can fuck you, too," he said. "I can fuck you the way Jack did."

"Oh, God, Howie," she moaned, staring at his swollen cock. "You mustn't! It's so wrong to fuck your own mother! Please, don't get such crazy idea, honey."

But Joan was lying. She was hungry for her son's cock. She struggled against the cords, but it was only a show. Her desperate need to be helpless and humiliate caused all thoughts of right or wrong to fade completely from her mind.

"Please, baby, don't fuck me," she said, gazing at his cock with smoldering eyes. "Please, don't put that in me! Don't fuck your mother!"

She saw in her son's eyes the same expression Jack got when she was tied. Her naked body shivered with anticipation, and she wasn't in the least surprised when her cunt came. It was a mild, rippling orgasm, but delicious just the same. She watched her son's piss hole grow wet, and she licked at her lips.

Howie kept stroking his cock, staring at her, seeing her hips twisting. There was a wild look on his face. And then he cupped his mother's firm tits, digging his fingers into them. The slight pain made Joan moan, and she lifted her hips from the bed.

"You can't stop me, Mother," he said, and he pinched her nipples. "I can fuck you anytime I want."

When he pinched her nipples, Joan cried out, but it was the cry of a woman experiencing needed pleasurepain. Her cunt quivered, and she almost came again. He pressed his cock against her tit, trying to fit her nipple into his piss hole. Joan dipped her chin, watching him, wishing he could get her nipple in there. The wetness of his dripping cock thrilled her.

"Oooo," she mewled. "You're making my tit wet, Howie. It's slippery… please don't, darling."

"What would you do if I pissed on your fucking tits, Mother?"

"Oh, God!" Joan whimpered. "I'd come, that's what I'd do. I'd come, damn it!"

"That's what I thought," he laughed, taking his cock from her tit. "But I'm not gonna piss on you; I'm gonna fuck you, Mother!"

Joan choked, gazing at her son. "You want to fuck?" he asked. "I heard what you said to Jack last night."

"You know everything, don't you?" she whispered.

Her son nodded.

"Do you really like tying me up like this, or is it because you think I wouldn't let you fuck me?"