Paul Gable: Mom in a harness

"Then take it!" Jack sneered.

He was rubbing the tip of his prick over her lips. Monica moaned, closing her eyes. Arlette stood there, licking her lips, wondering what something like that would taste like if pressed against her mouth.

Opening her mouth, Monica felt his smooth, silky cockhead pushing over her tongue, filling her mouth, making her cheeks puff outward. This was something that she had needed for so long, so very long! She was a woman once more, desired, sought-after. She prayed this would never end. And, unknown to her, Arlette was almost praying the same thing, less than ten feet away, as she watched with growing arousal.

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, move your tongue around my prick like that, baby, get that hot suckin' mouth to work on my cock!"

Arlette watched as her mother sucked his ten-inch prick, her cheeks puffing out, her lips stretched thin around his poling cock while spittle oozed from the corner of her mouth. She felt sick at heart as she watched Monica's head bob back and forth, her blonde hair falling over her narrow shoulders. Jack was flexing his thigh muscles rhythmically now, his fat balls squeezing up against the woman's chin while he pistoned deeper and deeper down her throat. The pantyhose cut hard into Monica's ankles, and her arms tugged backward with every jerking motion she made.

"Oh, my God!"

Arlette whispered out her disbelief once more, finding it difficult to stand. She gripped the molding, still keeping one hand moving back and forth over her cunt bush. She could feel her moist, soft pussymeat trembling with excitement, could feel her outer cuntlips swelling up with excitement as she watched her mother being degraded. Fucked in the mouth! Really fucked in the mouth! She saw that Monica was enjoying this. She heard the moans and knew instinctively that they were sounds of delight, not horror. And her mother was swallowing even more of his prick. Nearly three-quarters of it had disappeared between her lips, and Jack was throwing his head back, demanding that Monica take more.

"Come on, baby, take the whole thing. Sure you can do it," he panted, shaking his head violently to rid it of the sweat, then opening his eyes and cupping both hands behind her head.

Monica stopped for a moment, her eyes rolled up at him. Jack grunted out something, then tensed his leg and thigh muscles. There was a moment's hesitation. Then he shoved forward, burying all his cock in the blonde woman's mouth.

"Mmmfmmfmmfffff!" she choked. Arlette watched her mother's body stiffen, watched as a bulge appeared in her throat. Monica was making strange, strangled sounds while her body jerked and twitched spasmodically against the squeaking bed. Her cheeks reddened and beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead. Monica's fingers straightened, tensed, then curled, clawing wildly at the headboard. She was making strangled sounds as her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared. Her mother was choking to death, unable to draw in a breath because of his big prickhead lodged down her throat! And Jack was still flexing his asscheeks, fucking Monica down the throat, then rotating his fat prick around and around so the woman could feel it more. Arlette was on the point of screaming out something to stop this horrible ordeal when she heard Jack let out a sigh, then saw him pull his prick slowly from Monica's mouth.

"Ooooohhhh!" the woman sighed.

"Nice, baby, nice to feel my cock down all the way," Jack whispered, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

He pulled back slowly, stopping at midpoint and giving Monica several quick thrusts before withdrawing a little more. In what seemed an eternity, Jack now had only his double-lobed prickhead between the woman's lips. Even from where she stood, Arlette could see her mother's lips working, gumming his cockhead, sucking at it as her tongue moved back and forth over the sensitive groove just under the knob. Jack liked it! Yes, Jack really loved having his cock sucked this way. And for one mad, utterly insane moment Arlette envied her mother. Standing there, rubbing her fingertips over her juicy cuntcrack, feeling the ticklish hairs under her fingernails, Arlette wished she could be tied up there on the bed, her head tilted back, her mouth filled with that hunk of cockmeat.

"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip. She had to regain control of herself. No, she would never let herself become as humiliated as her mother. Sucking a man's cock! Jack was right. There was no better way to control a woman than having her take that degrading pose. Arlette shivered, rubbing her fingertips over her clit, then curling them in and sliding them over her cuntlips. Control. Control. She had to regain some control over what she was thinking and feeling!

"Want my prick up your cunt now, honey? Want me sawin' the fuck outta your pussy?" Jack asked, pulling his cock out all the way. Taking Monica's spit-slicked chin between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it hard.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" the woman pleaded shamelessly. "Man, you're pantin' for it… you really want to have that cunt fucked."

He reached down with his left hand, sliding his fingers over her cunt crack, then scooping up some of the juices flowing from her fuckhole. Sniffing his hand, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead in pleased amusement.

"You got it comin' outta you real bad. Women who've got it comin' outta them that way gotta get fucked hard and a lot, or they go kinds nuts, understand?" Jack said, squeezing her chin so hard now the woman winced. "Ohhhhh!" Monica gasped.

Arlette watched as Jack backed away from her mother once more, bending over for his red-and-white checked, flannel shirt tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed earlier. He was fishing around in one shirt pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Tapping the opened end against one hand, the big stud pulled out one bent cigarette, shoving it in his mouth. Then he flipped open the top of his Zippo lighter. The orange flame flickered in the draft created by the partially opened bedroom door. Flicking the top down, he tossed the lighter atop the shirt, took a drag, then blew the smoke into Monica's face. She coughed, jerking her head to one side, tears welling up in her eyes from the irritation.

"But women who get fucked real hard aren't good women, baby. I mean," he said, his smile turning into a menacing frown, "they gotta be punished for what they feel and do. You understand?"

"No! What are you talking about?" Monica gasped, peering through several blonde hairs that had fallen over her eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough," Jack said off-handedly, shrugging, then taking another drag.

Monica knelt there, her muscles straining from the awkward position, her pussy burning and throbbing from the oral caresses it had received. Flexing her thighs, Monica spread her knees a little farther apart, feeling her cuntlips rubbing together with every move she made. It was terrible, hanging like this, suspended between a world of rationality and one of madness! Climax was only moments away. Monica felt every nerve ending straining toward it. If only she could strain a little more, inch up a bit further, she would tumble down into that wonderful, dark abyss of orgasm!

"Gettin' eager, baby? You keep lookin' at my prick, and you'll start going nuts. You want it real bad, don't you?"

Monica looked at the big man kneeling in front of her, pulling out his cigarette yet once more, then blowing that gray stream of smoke into her face. Her nostrils and eyes burned from the assault as she felt her throat choking with the harsh, raspy coughs she made. But nothing, nothing could take away the pulses in her cunt that were getting worse and worse. She rocked her hips a little slowly at first, and as the subtle friction of her inner cuntlips rubbed against her clit, the woman moved faster, then faster and faster. Her body was growing hotter and hotter, and she wished Jack would put out that cigarette and take care of her pussy as he had been doing earlier. "Huhhhhhh… aaahahhhhh!" the woman groaned.