Kathy Andrews: Stepmother in ropes

"Piss in her fucking cunt!" Tony yelled squirming his ass on her stomach. He slipped his ass and balls up and down, and Lynn could not resist watching. Tony lifted his ass a little, shoved it back in excitement. Lynn caught a brief glimpse of his asshole just before he sat down on one of her abused tits.

"Open her fucking cunt bigger!" Billy screamed.

Tony, rubbing Lynn's nipple against his ass, pulled the lips of her pussy wide.

Lynn sobs increased as she felt the hot piss going into her cunt. Piss dripped and ran down between the cheeks of her ass when her cunt was filled. She felt Tony's asshole clutching her nipple, and through her sense of humiliation, she felt his asshole becoming hot on her tit, so hot that it seemed to sear her rigid nipple. Her pussy hair became soaked with Billy's piss, and soon, her naked ass was resting in a pool of piss.

The stinging stream of piss went on and on. Her brain was filled with a roaring sound, hearing her stepsons laugh, but their conversation didn't come through to her. The only thing she knew for certain was they were talking about, or rather, about her cunt, calling her names like bitch and cunt and cocksucker.

Lynn didn't know when they left her alone.

When awareness came to her, she found her arms and legs had been freed. She lay on the piss-soaked bed, rubbing her wrists. Her ankles and wrists were sore, and they had left her gag on.

Removing the gag, she licked at her dry lips, her face covered with tears. She had not passed out, but shi had drifted off. She remained on the bed, naked, her crotch covered with pin, the mattress wet under her ass.

Lynn sat up, feeling the ache in her wrists and ankles. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. Her normally well-kept hair was mussed, her cheeks wet from crying. The palm of her hands felt slippery, and she took a moment before realizing why. In disgust, she wiped her hand on the bedspread, feeling her thighs still wet from Billy's piss.

Her legs wobbled as she went into the adjoining bathroom, running the tub full of almost-scalding water. Climbing into the tub, she ignored the heat of the water, sitting down, with the water almost covering her shapely tits. She leaned back as the hot water, soothed her tits and aching cunt. But the only real damage to her body was the pain of her ankles and wrist. Red marks showed where the ropes had been tied, and there were bruises on her, nipples and the creamy whiteness of her tits, but that was all.

She stayed in the tub until the water became cool, then she toweled herself, her flesh glowing a healthful pink. It was past time for her to start dinner, but she didn't want to go downstairs and face her stepsons.

She felt a deep shame, as if she had been, at fault. Did something show on her, in her eyes, on her body, that would make those boys abuse her?

Lynn had heard that some women loved being abused, tied up and fucked, all kinds of things done to them. But she wasn't one of those, she was certain. She never had liked pain.

All her life she had been perfectly respectable, dressing fashionable. She had been treated with respect, never drawing an obscene comment from anyone. She was quite proper in demeanor and behavior. She had attended church regularly, and she was thought to be one of the most proper women in her social circles. She had never been treated with anything but the highest of respect by everyone.

Her lady-like behavior was what had attracted her husband. It also kept away the men who wanted a more earthy-type woman. Some men were afraid of her, feeling that her respectability was a threat to their masculinity.

Lynn, afraid to face her stepsons, remained in her bedroom, brushing her hair, putting on her subdued makeup. She changed the sheets on the bed, but there was nothing she could do about the mattress. Maybe she could buy one just like it, and then lake would never know.

She shocked herself. But of course she would have to tell him about his sons! She could not allow them to get away with all this.

What Jake would do, she had no idea, but it didn't matter. She had to get away from them, but the thought of divorce from her husband, the father of those evil boys, was something she refused to entertain.

She went to bed around nine, sleeping on the dry side of the bed, grateful that Billy and Tony had not returned to torment, her again.

Lynn was sleeping soundly early next morning, so sound that she did not feel the ropes on her wrists and ankles. The boys went about it as gently as they could.

She was on her stomach, deep in sleep. This time, they looped a rope across her waist, tying it underneath the bed. And, not being satisfied with just spreading her feet and tying her ankles, they also tied her thighs, then secured that rope to the bed frame.

She woke up screaming.

Billy and Tony were pissing all over her back and into her hair, spraying her creamy body with hot piss from head to knees. They were laughing with delight, streaming hot piss all over her, but mostly directly upon her curvy asscheeks. She felt piss running along the crack of her ass and down over her cunt.

"Please don't!" Lynn screamed, struggling against her bonds and finding herself secured. "God, don't do this to me! Why are you treating me so badly?"

"We're just letting you know how much we love you, Lynn," Billy said. "We piss on you because we love you so much."

"Yeah," Tony said.

Lynn decided not to let them know how she felt. She was not going to cry, knowing that to do so would excite them. She was not going to do anything that would encourage them. If she accepted it and refused to cry, lying still and passive, maybe they would lose interest in her.

"She's not moving," Tony said, his cock streaming piss along the crack of her ass.

"Don't worry about that," Billy replied. "That just shows how much she loves getting pissed on. Ain't that right, Lynn? You love it, don't you?"

Her naked body trembled, but she refused to answer.

Thankfully, they finished pissing.

She lay spread-eagled, her eyes closed. Her hair was drenched in their piss, as was her back, ass and thighs. She became aware that they had tied her waist and thighs this time, and that frightened her even more. It meant they were up to something, something even worse than what they had done yesterday.

Hands moved about her ass, hands that ignored the piss glistening on the enticing cheeks of her ass. She felt her ass being parted and a finger rubbing her asshole. Something rough was being shoved into her ass, but she bit into her tongue to stop the cry of pain.

While Tony held her ass spread wide, Billy was stuffing a rope into his stepmother's asshole, with knots spaced about an inch apart. The rope was not very thick, but the knots felt painful going in. Lynn counted six knots, then there were no more.

Then a hard, cool object was thrust into her cunt, penetrating her pussy deep, the fit being very tight. She didn't experience any pain, though. The thing up her cunt was secured by some sort of belt contraption, holding the device firmly inside.

She felt the need to shit, the rope in her ass filling her. Desperately she clenched her asshole, unwilling to shame herself by shitting before her stepsons. Besides, she knew the sensation was caused by that damned rope in her ass.

"You think it will work?" Tony asked.

"Pull it out and see," Billy answered. "We can put it up her ass again."

Tony grasped the few inches of rope that dangled out of Lynn's asshole. He pulled gently at first, causing Lynn to moan despite her resolve to be silent.

The first knot came free. Then Tony jerked hard. "Ohhhhh!" Lynn yelled.

The knots being pulled from her ass sent a strange sensation through her body. Somehow it felt good. Shocked that she could respond to this deviant action, she could not deny the thrilling pleasure it gave her.