Paul Gable: Mom in a harness

"Yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide with desire.

Jack grunted something, then crawled off the bed, padding to the dark mahogany dresser to the right, then pulling the drawers open. Monica was moaning softly, rocking her body from side to side, savoring the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit. She tugged her wrists against the ropes, seeming to enjoy the cutting sensation of the hemp against her flesh. Her eyes were on the big man's muscular back and ass. Jack went fishing around in the drawers, looking for something to tie her up with, something to make her more helpless while he pinned her to the bed with his body and fucked her mindless!

Arlette stood there by the doorway still, unsure if she should run back to the game and let this scene play itself out, or watch. Then the girl realized that she couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, trapped by her own lust as she watched, wide-eyed. Leaning more heavily against the doorway, the girl also began to feel something strange and wonderfully terrible happening to her body. She was beginning to feel her flesh glowing, her cunt becoming very sensitive, and her nipples thickening, growing turgid, itching against the cups of her bra. She was turning on to her mother's degradation and bondage. The more she watched, the more she heard Monica panting and gasping, the more she studied Jack and his ten-inch cock with those blue rope-like veins pulsing against his pink prickskin the more excited she became.

Her mouth was growing dry now, and her chest tightened. Arlette found herself breathing with wheezing sounds, and she again worried about her mother and that man called Jack overhearing her. And again, she dismissed that possibility. Mother and her new lover were too interested in one another and what they were doing to each other to be concerned over her. No, they were going to go through with this sick little scene even if the police were kicking down the front door with guns blazing!

"Oooooohhhhh!" Monica moaned. Arlette started to breathe harder, having slipped one hand under her white, cotton short-sleeved blouse. She was rubbing her warm, naked belly flesh, her hands slowly working lower, beyond the waistband of her panties. It was a little hard to squeeze her fingers past the skirt. Reaching around with her other hand, the girl unfastened the slide button, then half unzipped her skirt, loosening it enough so she could slide her hand down, down into the blonde cunt thicket of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm…" the teenager sighed. Arlette stiffened, her fingertips now touching the stiff, red little clit. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. Standing there, her knees knocking together, her body damp with perspiration, Arlette began fingerfucking herself.

"This oughtta do it." Jack pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose, then another pair, examining them closely, then slamming the drawer shut.

"Get ready, baby, really get ready!" Jack snarled, crawling back on the bed. Monica's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a lungful of air to feed her twisting body. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week!"

"Oh, yes, yes," she gasped, eying the pantyhose, then moving her gaze back up to the handsome man's sweat-streaked face and smiling. "Tie me up. Oh, God, do it, do it to me!"

Jack moved quickly, first tying her ankles together with a double figure-eight knot with one of the pantyhose, then bending her knees and pushing her feet back under her ass. Monica groaned in the awkward position, her face slackening at the beginnings of pain.

"No, don't, oh, it hurts! You're hurting me with that," Another spasm of pain cut off her sentence with a gasp.

Arlette stopped her fingers, feeling a chill of fear rush through her body. Was that man going to torture her mother? Somewhere, sometime Arlette remembered reading something about people like this, people who enjoyed not only tying one another up, but inflicting pain, as well. She gasped, wondering if she should barge in, wondering if she should back away and call the police. The small crisis passed. Monica's body relaxed again as Jack began fingering her clit, sticking his right forefinger into her clutching fuckhole, then corkscrewing it back and forth, a soft, sucking sound filling the room.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Monica whimpered.

The big stud began pushing her feet back, keeping the toes of each foot pressed against one another while shoving her ankles under her ass. Monica grimaced, her breath catching when her toes scraped over her asscheeks. Arching her back, pulling away for a moment, the big-titted blonde bent her knees. In a moment, she was in a half-lying, half-squatting position, her arms still roped behind her, her knees fully bent, her feet and lower legs shoved back under her asscheeks. Now the blonde could feel her toenails scraping against her lower back.

"To keep 'em there…" Jack muttered. He took another pair of pantyhose, forming a loop at one end with a double slipknot, then roping both feet with it before snugging it tight against her flesh. Monica winced again, feeling the circulation being slowed to her toes. Jack was pulling that second pair of pantyhose back, attaching the free end to a position just below where the ropes holding her arms were cinched. Monica found that she couldn't move. He had tied her well.

Jack stepped back, crawling around her, then driving his fingers back into her cunthole, twisting them around and around. Monica stiffened her back, the cords sticking from her throat as Jack touched all the right places between her legs.

"Please, fuck me… please!"

Jack sucked in his lower lip, biting down. He rubbed his cock with one hand, greasing down the long tube with flowing pre-cum.

"Yeah, gonna fuck you good. But first, gotta warm you up… gotta have you beggin' for it, beggin' so hard, you're gonna be cryin' when I stick this mother into your cunt."

Arlette watched in amazement as the stud stood up carefully, his knees bent slightly, his shoulders stooped as he held his cunt-splitting cock in one hand. Monica watched him, too, her head tilted back, her eyes wide open. It was absolutely awful seeing her mother like that bound, hog-tied like some dumb animal while she rutted there shamelessly. For a moment, Arlette thought of running away. But something kept her there, something that made her touch herself again when the big stud slid his feet closer to the bound woman and dipped his fat prickhead down toward her lips.

"Here, man, it's the best way to train a fuckin' bitch," Jack muttered, moving one hand behind Monica's head and drawing her up toward his lowering hairy crotch. "This and ass-fuckin'. Man, there ain't no better way to make a Goddamned slut know you mean business. Take it! Take it and wrap them lips around it… yeahhhh, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around it, movin' real nice and slow."

Arlette let out another gasp, staring wideeyed at the grotesque scene unfolding in front of her. Her fingers plowed teasingly through her wiry blonde pussy curls, the tips spreading her virgin cuntlips stickily apart, squeezing the juices from them. Her legs were shivering, and her nipples felt as if they were roasting in some horribly sticky juice.

Her head was feeling so buzzy that the room seemed to be spinning around and around crazily! Crying out softly, Arlette closed her eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch her breath as the tension grew more and more intense. It was a fiery butter melting between her legs, making that itchy pulse down there even worse as her mother continued to go wild in front of her.

"Oh, yes, yes, let me suck your prick!" Monica cried in a frenzy of lust. "Oh, yes, oh God yes, let me take your cock in my mouth!"

Jack laughed softly, bending his knees a little more, while fanning out his fingers behind the woman's head. Monica was beyond anything called reason. She wanted his cock any way she could have it. The nylon cutting her ankles, the awkward tugging of those bonds against her legs, the ropes chafing her wrists – everything was driving her insane with lust.