Kathy Andrews - Roped sitter, chained mom

Howie laughed at her. "I like it when you talk that way, you cunt," he said.

"Ooooo, damn it," Joan sighed. "Call me anything you want, Howie. I love it… it makes me so hot!"

She twisted against the ropes, her cunt boiling with seeping pussy juices.

"Are you a cunt, Mother?" the boy asked. "Are you really a cunt?"

"Look at me," she whispered. "Don't I look like a cunt? Look at my pussy, baby. See how wet matter's cunt is? I love being tied up and helpless, being forced to do what you want with me. It's the only way I really enjoy it."

"I saw, remember?"

"Then fuck me, Howie!" she urged, arching her hips up as high as she could. "Ohhh, honey, put your hard cock in your mother's hot cunt, and fuck it raw! Hurry, Howie fuck your mother!"

Howie climbed onto the bed between his mother's spread thighs. His cock jerked about wildly as he moved it to her hairy, wet pussy. Joan held her head up, watching between her tits, watching his cock, her cunt already twitching with her perverse eagerness.

Howie pressed his cock head into his mother's cunt, and Joan purred with pleasure, her head dropping back to the pillow. She twisted her hips, grinding her cunt onto his cock as he fucked it all the way into her.

He felt his mother's cunt clamp at the base of his cock. He fucked in deeply, leaning over and grabbing her big, firm tits with both hands. He held his hips up, letting his mother's cunt fuck up and down on his cock stuffed a long nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily Joan pumped her ass up and down, whimpering as her hairy cunt sucked at her son's cock. The ecstasy was intense at the moment, and she didn't think of Howie as her son, but as a cock only.

"Oooo, suck my tit!" she moaned. "Mother will fuck your hard cock off! You like it, darling? Is my cunt hot enough for you? Wet and slippery?"

Howie didn't reply. His mouth was filled by a hard nipple, and his hips were plunging now. He fucked frantically, grunting. Joan squirmed and writhed beneath him, the hot sensation of orgasm swelling inside her pussy.

"Ohhh, you're going to make Mother come, baby!" she wailed, slamming her hips up and down. "If I was untied, I'd wrap my legs around your fucking ass and hang on!"

When she came, Joan howled with ecstasy, smashing her cunt powerfully into his cock. She squeezed so tightly at the base, Howie jerked his lips off her tit and groaned. His cock gushed, sending hot, thick spurts of come juice into his mother's hairy cunt. Joan twisted her naked hips in a frenzy her cunt sucking and draining her son's balls. When it was over, she let her ass slump to the bed.

Howie rested on top of her, clinging to one fit with tight fingers. His cock went soft in her pussy, but he let it stay inside.

Howie started pissing.

"Oooo, Howie," his mother mewled. "You're pissing in me! Oh, you're pissing in my cunt!"

"Why not? You're just a fucking cunt anyway, Mother."

"Yes! Oh, God… I am just a fucking cunt!" she wailed, feeling her pussy suck at his pissing cock. "I'm a fucking cunt and my son fucked me and he's pissing in my hot cunt and I'm going to come again and I love it! Oooo, drown my hot cunt, darling… flood Mother's cunt with piss! Ooooo, beautiful! Piss in me… piss in my fucking pussy!"

The piss filled her cunt, then sprayed out, soaking her ass and the bed. She came, strong and hot and deliciously, shrieking with perverse ecstasy.

She continued to writhe with pleasure after Howie pulled his cock out. He wiped his wet prick on her stomach, then untied her.

"I'm hungry," he said. "Get your fucking ass in the kitchen and fix breakfast."

"Oooo, I will," Joan cooed, sitting up in the puddle of piss.

She rubbed her ankles and wrist, seeing the red marks on them. She smiled shyly at her son, watching him finish removing his shorts. Instead of dropping them, he threw them in his mother's face. She caught them, smelling the piss.

"Wipe your fucking face with them, Mother," he demanded.

"Anything you say, darling," Joan purred, wiping her face. "Ooooo, you're so manly! I had no idea you could be this strong, Howie."

He grinned at his mother. "Fix breakfast. I'm not through with you, fuckface."

"Ooo, I hope not!"

She started to get her robe, but Howie stopped her.

"Just nylons, garter belt, and high heels, Mother," he said. "Just like last night with Jack."

With a shy look at her son, Joan pulled her nylons on. She snapped her garter belt to them, then put on her black high heels. Giving her son a coy look, she went to the kitchen.

After breakfast, Howie told his mother he needed to purchase a few things.

"Like what, darling?"

"You'll see," he replied mysteriously. "You have to go with me to pay."

They visited a hardware store, where Howie searched out the specific items he wanted. He chose large hooks that could be screwed into wood, shining chains of various sizes, and then leather straps that could be fashioned into cuffs or whatever his imagination could do with them. He chose a dozen or so small locks with keys.

When Joan paid for the items, the man gave her a knowing grin. Joan blushed deeply, keeping her eyes down and not looking at the man.

The counter was almost chest high, and she felt her son's hand running over her ass, which only made her flush more.

"Please, Howie," she said when they were in the car. "Don't touch me like that in public."

Howie shoved his hand up his mother's skirt. "Why the fuck not?"

"It embarrasses me," she whispered, feeling his fingers twisting the hair of her cunt.

"That's fine with me, Mother," he laughed, and he pinched her soft thigh. "Besides, you get off being embarrassed."

"Oh, God," Joan gave a soft gasp, staring at her son. "You're worse than Jack."

"I hope so," he replied. "Let's go home. I've got things to do."

Joan shivered as she drove home. She wasn't sure if the shiver was anticipation, or fear. She didn't mind at all being tied to a bed with ropes, but the items her son had chosen looked really cruel to her.

Howie got busy right away at the house, screwing hooks in various places. He spent all day rigging up his equipment. Joan's cunt throbbed excitedly, yet she wasn't sure she was going to enjoy some of this. Her son was excited as he worked; his cock strained all the time, inside his pants. It was dark when he finished.

"You're not going to see Jack tonight, are you, Mother?"

"Not tonight," she whispered. She had sat most of the day, watching him, wearing only her garter belt, nylons, and high heels. "Did you tie Cindy up last night, honey?"

"Yep," he replied. "After watching you and Jack, I found her asleep, so I tied her up and fucked her."

"Did she enjoy it?"

"Shit, no," Howie laughed. "She was so pissed off at me, she pissed on the floor."

"Will you tie her up again, fuck her?"

"I'll probably have to grab her quick next time," Howie said. "She'll be watching me kind of close from now on, I think."

She watched him pull on chains connected to hooks. He had them all over the walls, on the floor, and even the ceiling. Some had small, heavyduty pulleys.

"Are you going to use all that on me?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly. It didn't look like fun to her, not now.

Howie didn't answer his mother. Satisfied with what he had accomplished, he undressed. Joan's eyes started smoldering when his cock jerked free. His prick was very hard, the cock head smoothly swollen, dripping already. His balls, she thought, were cute. There wasn't much hair, nothing at all compared to Jack's hairy balls. His cock wasn't as big either, yet it had felt wonderful fucking her that morning.

Howie stood in the center of the room, gazing at his mother, slowly pumping on his cock. "Open your fucking legs and show me that rotten cunt, Mother!"