Kathy Andrews - Young mother in bondage

"Tommy!" Susan snapped.

"Aw, Mom," Freddie said. "You might as well shut up. We ain't gonna let you loose for awhile. We were having fun with Janice until you came home."

Susan saw that his cock was standing up hard. So was Tommy's cock. They were excited, she realized. They intended to go through with this. None of her threats had affected them. She was as helpless as Janice had been. She tried to straighten up, but the pain in her shoulders became more severe.

"Please," she said, thinking perhaps that pleading would help. "Please, untie me. I'm your mother. We'll forget about Janice, and forget about this, if you'll untie me now. My arms hurt."

"We gotta see your cunt first, Mom," Freddie said. "We wanna see if you've got a real hairy cunt."

"Don't say that!" Susan whimpered. "Don't say those words!"

"We can say any fucking thing we wanna say," Tommy said.

"And see any fucking thing we wanna see," Freddie replied, stroking his throbbing cock. "And use this if we wanna."

As they approached her, Susan struggled again. She tried to keep them from grabbing her feet, but they were fast. She looked down as they looped ropes about her ankles, then pulled her feet apart, very wide. The only thing that kept her from falling was her arms lifted high above her. The ropes at her ankles were secured to the wall of the garage. Her legs were stretched almost three feet apart.

Next, leaving one of her wrists tied, the boys worked together until she had one arm up and out, secured to a hook they had driven into the wall. Next they retied her other arm, making their mother spread-eagled against the wall.

Susan felt so humiliated to be tied up this way. Tears were in her eyes. She couldn't move at all, and most of her weight was on her arms.

"Lift her dress," Freddie said, still stroking his cock. "Let's see Mom's panties."

"Don't!" Susan said quickly. "Don't you dare!"

"You think we should put a gag in her mouth, Freddie?" Tommy asked. "She might start screaming."

Freddie looked at their mother. "Are you, Mom? If you scream, we're gonna have to stuff something in your mouth."

Susan didn't want a gag. She was afraid it would cut off her breathing. She shook her head.

"You shouldn't be doing this to your mother," she said. "It isn't nice. Let me go now, and I won't ever say anything about Janice or this, never."

"It's too late, Mom," Freddie said. "You were gonna spank us."

"But I didn't," Susan pleaded. "I didn't spank you! Why are you being so cruel to me? I didn't spank you."

"But you were gonna," Tommy said.

"Oh, God – please!"

"Raise her fucking dress, Tommy," Freddie said.

Tommy grabbed the hem of his mother's dress, lifting it.

Susan began to sob softly as he pulled it up, exposing her long, slim, creamy thighs. Her body shook as tears streamed from her eyes. She felt the hot flush of shame come over her cheeks, and she turned her head to one side, as if trying to hide her shame.

They gazed at her thighs, seeing them stretched wide. Tommy lifted his mother's dress higher, and his eyes went wide as her panties were expsed.

Susan wished she had worn another pair, not the tiny, flimsy bikini one that hugged her ass so tightly. The shadow of her cunt hair, formed in a lovely triangle, could be seen through the thin panties. The crotch was pulled tight, and hair curled from the edges of it.

"Look at her cunt!" Freddie gasped. "She's sure got the fucking hair on it."

Tommy was more excited now. "Let's take her dress off. I wanna see everything."

"Yeah, let's do that!"

"Oh, please don't," Susan sobbed. "You've seen enough! Don't take my dress off."

"How are we gonna do it? We've got to untie her," Tommy said.

"No, use the knife and just cut it off," Freddie urged.

Tommy got the knife and opened the top of his mother's dress, slicing downward.

Susan cringed from the knife, hearing her dress being torn all the way down the front. It hung open, her bra showing, almost overflowing with her creamy tits. She felt naked before their eyes. Shame came hotter than ever to her face.

Tommy pulled the ruined dress from his mother's body. He stood back with Freddie, both of them staring at their mother in bra and panties. Their eyes glowed with awed excitement. Their cocks stood up in throbbing hardness, quivering.

Susan glanced at them, and through the blur of her tears, she could not help but see their cocks. A lurch went through her, a burning sensation. Her mind cried out at what was happening to her. Her cunt, she realized, was getting wet!

"She's pretty!" Freddie said in a low voice.

"Beautiful, you mean," Tommy corrected, gripping his cock hard, making the head bulge from his fist.

Susan wanted to scream, to get free. She twisted and turned, not knowing that her movements made her sons even more excited.

Freddie came close, and she felt him running his hand over her tits. She whimpered as he squeezed one, then the other. Tommy had stepped to her side, and she felt his nervous hand moving along her stomach, then it was between her legs, moving back and forth Susan felt her cunt twitch, sucking inward as his palm rubbed the growing wetness.

"Let's get her naked," Freddie said, his voice sounding husky. "Let's take everything off her."

They worked feverishly, their hands shaking, removing their mother's bra and then cutting her panties off.

Susan felt so ashamed as she became naked before their hot eyes. Her tits strained out, nipples hard and arching upwards.

She whimpered when her sons began to feel her tits, massaging them, squeezing the firm flesh. She felt a sharp pain when her nipples were pinched and twisted. She felt wet heat on one nipple, and she turned to look down. Tommy was sucking at her tit, sucking vigorously, his tongue swirling as his lips pulled.

Freddie was watching his brother sucking their mother's tit, and then he, too, began to suck on the other one. Susan felt the hardness of their cocks pressing against her thighs, throbbing and dripping, leaving a wet spot on each thigh near her hip.

"Please, please," she begged. "Don't do this to me! I'm your mother! You can't do this… it's not right!"

She felt hands on her naked ass, hands that stroked and squeezed. They kept sucking at her tits, using their teeth now, biting hard, making Susan cry out in pain. They began to pinch the cheeks of her ass brutally.

Fingers pulled at the hair of her cunt, sending a searing pain through her crotch. She twisted and wiggled, but the ropes held her secure in the obscene spread-eagled position.

Freddie and Tommy pulled back, looking at her tits. She watched them step back, then squat down. They looked up between her legs, staring at her cunt. Susan knew her cunt was open from the way her legs were stretched. Shame flooded her face as they looked at her pussy.

Freddie and Tommy saw the pink lips of their mother's cunt. They saw her slightly swollen clit. Freddie slipped his hand to his mother's cunt and cupped it, squeezing with a finger almost inside.

Susan's shook, her hips jerking back.

"Don't!" she snapped. "Don't do that!"

Freddie laughed. "Why the fuck not, Mom? What are you gonna do to me – spank me again?"

He thrust his finger into her cunt.

"Ohhh, damn you!" Susan shouted. "Damn you! Damn you!"

Freddie began to plunge his finger in and, out of her cunt, and, to Susan's horror, she was becoming wet. She tried to will her cunt to stop, but the more his finger thrust into her, the wetter she became. She was responding to them, not wanting to, but responding just the same.

There was a tingle in her cunt that she had not felt in over two years. Susan knew that if her son kept fingerfucking her, she would come.

"Let me do it," she heard Tommy say.