Kathy Andrews - Young mother in bondage

Janice tried to move, but that was impossible. Searing pain shot through her body as Freddie kept pinching the lips of her cunt.

Susan Burke entered the house, feeling the air-conditioning cool her body immediately. She dropped her packages on the couch and went to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.

She was a tall willowy woman. In her early thirties, she had lost none of her good looks. Her dark hair swung about her shoulders, glittering from constant brushing. Her dress swirled about her long legs in a most attractive manner. Her tits, still firm with uptilted nippies, strained at the bodice.

She was a happy woman, even though divorced for the past two years. The only thing marring her happiness was the behavior of her two sons. They refused to obey her, running wild around the neighborhood. She was afraid they would get into serious trouble some day. She had no control over them anymore, not since losing their father. She was going to have to do something about them, she felt, and soon.

Placing her glass on the sink, she turned toward the living room again, but she stopped when she heard a strange sound coming from the garage.

She went to the door. She heard the sound again before she reached it. It sounded like someone was crying, but muffled, as though they were trying to be quiet.

Opening the door, she froze.

Susan recognized the little girl tied up on the floor of the garage. She saw Janice was naked from her waist down, and what shocked her most of all was Freddie and Tommy were also naked.

The boys were pinching her, pinching her cunt and the cheeks of her little ass. Susan saw her sons' hard cocks, and their expressions indicated a cruel delight as they tormented that sweet little girl.

She saw all this in a fraction of a second, then she was in the garage jerking her sons away, shoving them against the wall of the garage.

"Damn you!" she shouted angrily at them. "What are you doing to this little girl?"

Susan squatted and began untying Janice, soothing her with quiet words. Once she had her loose, she helped Janice to her feet, then hugged her tightly as she glared at Freddie and Tommy.

"How could you?" she said. "Janice is only a little girl. And look what you've done to her!"

Freddie and Tommy pressed against the garage wall, their cocks no longer hard. Hatred came from their eyes as they watched their mother comforting the girl. The hatred was soon gone, however, when they saw the way their mother looked at them. They were going to be punished, they knew.

Susan hugged Janice tightly, feeling the girl trembling as she cried softly against her tits. She looked around and saw Janice's skirt. When she located the girl's panties, her anger grew. Helping Janice into the skirt, she turned to her boys again.

"In the house, you two, right now." When they reached for their pants, she stopped them. "Naked!"

They left, trying to swagger, looking back at their mother.

"They've ruined your panties, darling," Susan said to Janice. "You'll have to go home without them. Please, honey, don't say anything about this. I'll make sure they're punished for what they did to you."

"I won't," Janice sniffed. "I'd be too ashamed to say anything."

Susan cleaned the girl up as best she could, then kissed her at the door. "Don't forget, don't say a word."

She watched Janice going down the walk, then closed the door and turned, leaning there for a moment, almost crying. She was going to have to punish Freddie and Tommy, yet she hated to do it. It had been a very long time since she had spanked them, but that was what they needed right now.

Steeling herself, she walked almost stiff-legged to their room. They were on one bed, on their stomachs, whispering to each other.

Susan looked at her sons, their thighs and naked asses. She went to a drawer and pulled out a belt.

Freddie and Tommy watched her warily. They turned onto their backs, ready to cringe from the belt.

"You know that was wrong," she said, trying to keep her eyes away from their cocks and balls. "You can't go around tying up little girls and tormenting them. It's cruel for one thing, and for another, what if you were caught? We'd be run out of the neighborhood."

"Aw, Janice didn't mind, Mom," Freddie lied. "She liked it. She even asked us to tie her up and pinch her."

"That's right, Mom," Tommy said. "We didn't do anything she didn't ask us to do."

Susan glanced at their cocks. They seemed to be swelling, but she wasn't sure. The hand holding the belt trembled, and she was about to cry. Her legs shook and she sat on the bed opposite them. Her gaze kept coming back to their cocks, and her face was warm.

Freddie and Tommy looked at each other. A message seemed to pass between them. They sat up on the edge of the bed, not trying to hide their cocks and balls.

Susan gazed at them with transfixed eyes, and suddenly she dropped the belt and covered her face, sobbing. She couldn't spank them, and she couldn't keep her eyes off those young cocks, and she didn't know what was happening to her. There was a strange feeling inside her body, one she didn't understand.

Freddie and Tommy left the room, still naked from the waist down.

"She didn't have the guts to spank us," Freddie said as they entered the garage.

"I know," Tommy said. "I bet we could tie her up, too."

"That's something to think about," Freddie said. "Why don't we do it? We'll tie her up and take her fucking panties off and see a real hairy cunt."

"You wanna make her pissed at us, don't you?"

"She ain't gonna spank us," Freddie said. "You saw her sit down and start crying, didn't you? No, Mom ain't gonna do a fucking thing to us."

They worked in the garage for a couple of hours, getting it ready, talking about what they were going to do, keeping their excitement at a high pitch. Their cocks stayed very hard as they worked. By the time they finished, they were sweating despite the cool air coming into the garage from the duct above the door.

"Now, let's get her out here," Freddie said.

"She won't come."

"Goddamn it, call her and see," Freddie said. "It's the only way we can do it. She's bigger than us; we can't just grab her the way we did Janice. Go on, call her."

Tommy opened the door of the garage, peeking into the kitchen. "Mom, Freddie wants you."

"Tell him I'm in the living room," Susan called back nerously.

"He wants you out here," Tommy called out, his voice shaking as he tried to make it sound firm.

Susan entered the kitchen, seeing Tommy's face just before he let the door close. She felt apprehensive, almost as if she were afraid to open the door. Turning the knob, she shoved it open.

Immediately a looped rope was shoved over her hand and she was jerked into the garage. Susan gave a cry of surprise. Another rope was looped on her other wrist before she could recover, and her hands were pulled behind her back.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, struggling.

Her arms ached as her hands were pulled behind her and upwards. She was pulled backwards, and her arms were tied to the wall of the garage.

"Turn me loose, now! You two are going to get yourselves into serious trouble."

Susan struggled, but the more she writhed, the more pain she felt in her shoulders. She stamped her feet in frustrated anger, glaring at her sons.

Freddie and Tommy stood back, looking at their mother as she twisted. The look in their young eyes was frightening to her. How could she allow two youngs boys tie her up, walk into their trap, after seeing what they had done to Janice? Freddie and Tommy were too young for this, she thought, wondering where and how they had gotten such ideas.

"Let's take her panties off," Tommy said. "Let's see her cunt. I wanna see if she's real hairy on her cunt."