Kathy Andrews - Roped sitter, chained mom

"Ohhh, please," Joan begged, squirming against the strong cords holding her wrists and ankles to the bed. "Jack, please do it! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"Why?" he asked, a cruel grin on his face.

"Because I want it!" Joan whimpered, her hips twisting with passion. "You know I want it! I love it, Jack!"

"You love what, bitch?"

"Cock!" Joan moaned. "Your cock!"

"Bullshit!" the man snapped, lashing her creamy flat stomach with the narrow leather strap. It was about three feet long, and left a red stripe on her stomach.

Joan screamed in pain, twisting almost frantically.

Jack laughed. "That's what you like, cunt! Pain, that's what you want, not cock."

"I do!" Joan cried. "Ohhh, Jack, please, give me your cock now!"

"I'll give you this strap, you rotten cocksucker!"

"Yes! Oh, yes, darling!" Joan pleaded, her eyes teary with pain and lust. "You know it makes me so hot! You know what it does to me! It makes my cunt wet and hot and I want your cock in me, fucking me!"

Howie crouched in the dark shadows, peering into the well-lit room, watching, eyes huge. His cock strained inside his jeans, his balls aching. He thought his mother was fucking with Jack, her longtime boyfriend, and that was what be had expected to see, but this… he felt as if he were going to come in his pants.

His mother was tied helplessly to the bed, and he gazed at her body. She was totally naked, except for nylons, a scarlet garter belt holding them up, and a pair of black, shiny high-heeled shoes. Her tits rose up sharply. Her nipples were a light brown a hal-finch long, and stood up in stiff peaks.

Howie ran his palm into his crotch, feeling his hardon throb. His mother was so beautiful, but even more now, all tied up and naked. Jack could do anything to her, and she couldn't stop him. It excited Howie to see his mother so helpless, begging jack to fuck her.

Howie could see between her long slender thighs. His mother had very long legs, he thought. Her bushy cunt was exposed, the pink pussy lips glistening wetly. He stared for a long time at her cunt, finding the thick, triangled dark hair exciting, her pink pussy looking like candy, with the tip of her knotted clit visibly throbbing. Howie wanted to stick his cock into his mother's cunt and fuck her the way she was begging Jack to fuck her. The way she twisted against the strong cords, her ass writhing, sent a fiery tingle through Howie's tight balls.

"You'd fuck a cock, all night, you cunt," Jack snarled down at her. "You'd fuck any hard cock right now, mine, or any other cock!"

"Oh, yes, darling!" Joan whimpered.

The belt snapped loudly as it came down across her white stomach again. Now there were two red stripes on her flesh. Joan didn't scream this time; she tried to arch her cunt up. Jack laughed again, rubbing his hand along the front of his white Jockey shorts. His balls filled the crotch of his shorts, and his long, thick cock stood toward his stomach, outlined by the stretching fabric. Joan stared at his cockbulge hungrily, licking her lips. Her cunt clenched with readiness, but she knew he wouldn't fuck her yet.

It was a game they played every chance they got, which was about twice a week. They would play it more often, but Jack's job took him out of town for most of the week. Joan would love to play every night, but it was impossible. She had been dating Jack for over a year, and their weird relationship had developed quite fast. Joan had always loved being tied up and abused, but her ex-husband didn't go for it, and that brought about an early divorce. When she found Jack had the same interests, she was elated.

"Want to suck my big cock, you fucking cunt?" Jack asked, lowering the elastic waist of his shorts just, enough, to let her see the huge, swollen head of his prick. "How would you like to lick on this?"

"Ooo, please!" Joan gasped, lifting her head, lips open wide. "Put it in my mouth! I'll suck it, suck it very good for you, Jack!"

"Fuck you, cocksucker!" he said, snapping the waist of his shorts back over his cock head. "I'm not through teaching you a few things yet."

Howie was fumbling at his pants as he watched, the need to release the pressure on his cock and balls great. He pulled his cock and balls from his pants, but the left them alone. He didn't want to come off right now. He wanted to watch the ending of what he was seeing.

"Jack, darling," Joan panted. "Please, do something to me. My pussy is on fire! It needs your cock, darling! If you won't fuck it, just kiss it a little!"

"What do you think I am, a fucking cunt licker?" Jack said, and he lashed the strap across Joan's shapely, upstanding tits.

Joan howled in pain. Her tits were very tender, and especially her swollen nipples. The pain seared the creamy tit flesh. She seldom enjoyed the pain on her tits, but it was part of the price she had to pay for the rest of it.

"Maybe I'll turn you over and beat your fucking hot ass, Joan," he said. "Would you like that?"

"Yes, oooo, yes!" Joan whimpered. "Don't hit my tits again, Jack. I can't stand it when you hit my tits that way."

"Are you telling me what to do, fuckface?"

"No, never," she replied. "But you know how tender my tits are, darling."

"Why do you think I like to hit them?" He smiled in a cruel way at her. "You have to learn who's in control, Joan. You have to learn to do anything I say, obey me to the letter."

"I do," she whispered, her green eyes fixed upon the thick outline of his hard cock. "God, I do obey you, Jack! I try so hard to obey you."

"That's a fucking lie!" he said, and he brought the belt down across her lower stomach, leaving a stripe just above the hairline of her cunt. "You wore panties the other day shopping, and I told you never to wear those panties again. You're supposed to wear the panties I choose for you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she whimpered. "I had to wear panties. But I wore the dress you told me to wear. But, Jack, it was so windy that day. What if my dress blew up? My God, Jack, everyone would have seen my ass."

"So what? It's a pretty ass, isn't it?"

"But I had those red marks," Joan said. "People would know I've been beaten. I would have been so ashamed."

"I don't care what you would have been, damn it," Jack said angrily. "You'll go out naked if I say so."

Again he struck her with the belt, this time across the tops of her thighs, where her nylons stopped.

"Owwww!" Joan yelped. "I will! Untie me… I'll do it! I'll go out naked, let people see me!"

"Maybe laser," Jack said, shoving his shorts down and letting his cock and balls bang out.

Howie, listening, was getting more and more excited. He saw Jack's big cock, and wondered how it could possibly fit into his mother's cunt. The idea of seeing his mother walking outside naked sent an exciting tremor through his balls, and he almost came off.

Inside the room, Jack had dropped the leather strap, leaning over Joan. He slapped at her tits hard. The sound came out the window to Howie, and it was a wonderful sound to the boy.

Jack climbed onto the bed, straddling Joan's body, his ass planted on her stomach. Gripping his cock, Jack began to whip it back and forth, hitting Joan's tits with his cock. Then he slipped his ass back and began to slap at Joan's tits with both hands. Joan cried loudly, her ass twisting. The pain he created in her tender tits was bad, almost unbearable.

She sobbed with real pain now.

By the time Jack stopped slapping her tits, the creamy flesh was a bright red, but her nipples jutted up even harder than before. Her cunt was made wetter, dripping juices now. The pink pussy lips seemed to open and close, and her cunt looked harder.