Marvin Cox: Slave stepmother

"Unh… there," Mike said finally, collapsing over her upper body. "Now clean me up." He turned slightly to one side.

As Wanda came back to reality, she felt worse than ever. There was no denying it any longer, she realized. She had had one of the best climaxes ever, and Mike was fully aware of that fact. She closed her eyes with shame and self-disgust.

"I said clean my cock up, bitch," Mike growled, grabbing her by the hair of the head. "Lick on those wads of cum and eat them."

Her senses dulled with humiliation, Wanda did as he asked. Slowly, she worked her tongue around his prickshaft, then pursed her lips. When she pulled her face back, a final wad of cum burned from the end of his cocktip. After she'd drunk it down, she let his cock flop from her mouth and chewed into his hairy crotch.

"Ah, that's the way," Mike said, watching his stepmother eat the stray globs of cum out of his crotch hairs. "Now, my balls."

When Wanda had licked his nuts clean and captured every drop of cum from his stomach and crotch, she felt his hand on her shoulder. Slowly, he scooped up the other globs of cum that clung to her cheeks and throat and forced them into her mouth.

This time, Wanda thought she was going to gag. His jism was cold and seemed to be almost elastic, cutting off her air as it went down. And the taste was terrible.

"God, I feel so ashamed," she said, unable to look him in the eye. "What have you done to me?"

"Oh, baby, we're just starting," Mike said.

"I'm gonna show you just how good and how bad fucking can be."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Wanda asked. "You ever fucked in the ass?" Mike asked, slipping his hand under her body and cupping her ass.

"Done what? You mean that!" Wanda gasped.

"Yeah," Mike laughed. "Don't tell me Dad doesn't fuck you in the shitter every once in a while."

"No, he doesn't," Wanda said. "And neither are you!"

"Now, just to untie you," Mike said, easing to the foot of the bed and reaching for the ropes.

"Thank God," Wanda said, feeling the knot at her ankle loosen.

Blood rushed to the bruised area, then soothing warmth when the ropes were pulled away.

Maybe he's finished, Wanda thought, and was just trying to scare me with that talk of sticking his monster prick up my ass.

"Hey! What are you doing!" she gasped, feeling him yank her legs wider.

He thrust her feet all the way up to her hands, almost rolling her into a ball.

"That… hur… stop," she grunted. To her growing horror, she knew what was about to happen. In this position, with her feet tied to her hands, her ass was fully exposed.

"Please! Don't fuck my ass! You'll kill me!" she begged.

"And you really think I give a shit?" He spread her ass cheeks with his large hands.

When Wanda felt the rubbery texture of his cockhead sear into the crack of her ass, she gave a long, silent scream that felt like liquid fire in her throat.

The burning pain inside Wanda's shitter was so intense, she thought the top of her head was going to blow off.

"God, you're going to kill me!" she cried out, feeling more of her son's throbbing cock pierce her shitter opening.

"Take it, you cum-sucking slut," Mike growled, pushing forward with his full weight. He felt the rest of his prick become embedded inside her shitter. "God, I think this is even better than your sweet pussy!"

In this position, with her body practically in a ball and her feet tied to her hands, Wanda was fully aware of the monstrous size of Mike's cock. And even though she knew it was impossible, it felt as if it were jabbing right between her lungs.

"Can't… take it," she grunted, her face turning ashen with pain. "God… please take your cock out. I beg you!"

"Not on a fucking bet," Mike laughed. "Gonna fuck into this sweet ass of yours the rest of the night."

Back early in their marriage, Wanda had been especially horny one night and suggested to Stan that they try ass-fucking. Reluctantly, Stan had agreed, but when he'd jabbed his prick up her asshole, Wanda had quickly changed her mind.

That was an experience she never wanted to relive again. And here it was happening again!

Her insides felt like fire, every muscle so tense she was certain they would snap. And just when she knew she could no longer stand the pain, the agony got even worse. Mike wasn't satisfied with just fucking in and out of her shitter. He was grinding and squirming savagely as if trying to force his entire body inside her ass.

"Like it?" Mike grunted, licking across her upturned tits. "Hmmmmm, Mommy baby? You like your son's big cock up your asshole?"

If Wanda could have gotten free, she would have torn his eyes out with her nails. It just wasn't humanly possible to endure so much torture. She kept hoping she would faint, but for some reason, her mind was more acutely aware of what was happening than ever before.

"Please, dear God! Please take your prick out," she pleaded, feeling sweat drip from her forehead and sting her eyes.

"You don't like my big cock up here?" Mike teased. "Why's that, Mom? Too big for your little asshole?"

"Yes," Wanda hissed, nodding her head quickly up and down.

"Then I guess I'll just have to ream it out to size," Mike said, slowly withdrawing his prick.

When Wanda felt his cock leave her ass, she was so happy, she could have kissed him. The pain immediately went away, and her body flooded with soothing warmth.

"Oh, thank you," she gasped.

"Be right back," Mike grinned, a sadistic glint in his dark-brown eyes. "Gotta find something to size you with."

Although Wanda didn't exactly know what he was talking about, she didn't care. Just to have his gigantic slab of cock out of her ass was fantastic. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly, feeling her heart thunder in her chest.

Her rest was short-lived, however, for a few moments later, Mike returned. In his right hand he was holding a long length of one-inch chain. Wanda looked at him, then the chain, a puzzled expression on her face.

"What on earth…"

"Hey, come on, Brenda," Jimmy said, walking into the bedroom, a wide grin on his face. "Mike's gonna chain-fuck her."

"Chain… fuck?" Wanda repeated, unable to comprehend the words.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stick this thing up your ass and then yank it out," Mike said, approaching the bed. "And when I cum inside your pussy, you'll start up like a lawn mower."

"Oh, I want to watch this," Brenda said, coming into the room and standing beside Jimmy.

She looked over at Wanda and laughed.

"I had it done to me once," she said. "It's sooooo… good."

"You can't be serious," Wanda said. "God, why would you want to torture me like this? I don't understand!"

"Hitting me with the whip was a big price to pay," Mike said, his voice a growl. "And I'm gonna fix you so you'll never even think about doing it again."

"God, Mike. If I had it to do over, I wouldn't," Wanda said, her eyes wide with fear. "Please… just let me go!"

While Jimmy and Brenda watched, Mike crawled onto the bed and knelt in front of Wanda's upturned ass. For several moments, he merely ran the cold metal over her body, watching her writhe and squirm.

"Think about it, Stepmother," Mike said. "This thing is gonna be ramming up your shitter. And when it's all inside your asshole, I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned teeth out."

God, why did I say anything! Wanda screamed to herself. Getting his cock in her ass seemed almost wonderful compared to the horror that chain would inflict. Already, she could feel how it would be. Link by link, jamming into her shitter.

"Nooooooooo!" she wailed, pulling against the ropes until her, flesh turned a mottled purple.

While she screamed, Mike held the first link of chain and pressed it into the crack of her ass. Slowly, he worked the oval-shaped metal inside, stretching her puckered ass rim to the breaking point. Wanda's scream became a choking gasp, and she arched her back violently.