Paul Gable - Mother in bondage

"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh!" Glenda cried as she felt his fat cock sink farther into her flesh. It pushed at the walls of her cunt, forcing it into a round tunnel. She could hear the soft, squishy sound made by Brad's sliding prick as it bathed itself in her hot pussy oil.

"Great. Oh God, good pussy," Brad stammered as he kept pushing his ten-inch prick in. The hair on his chest tickled Glenda's tits as sweat dripped freely from his forehead and splashed down onto the thrashing brunette's flushed cheeks. As the boy shoved the last inch into her, he let out a long gasp of relief and twisted his groin against the soft lips of her pussy. Then he settled on her body and pushed hard between her legs.

Glenda felt his ten-inch prick throbbing in her cunt. With each jerk of his hard pole, her pussy walls squeezed tightly around it. The brunette rolled her cuntal muscles up and down. It was a trick Carl had taught her. It made a woman's pussy act like an experienced set of fingers, pulling and milking a man's prick until it could make the most experienced stud whimper for mercy.

"Uhhhh noooooo!" Brad groaned, digging his powerful fingers into Glenda's sides.

"Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Glenda screamed, hunching up with tiny, fast jerks as she impaled her pussy more and more on the boy's jerking dong. Brad thrust downward violently, matching her upward fucking motions with hunches of his own. Their hips banged together noisily until Glenda wondered just how black and blue she was going to be tomorrow. He was throwing his meat into her with the skill of a male prostitute. She couldn't believe that this was a nineteen-year-old boy. Her pussy was moving hot and heavy under Brad's relentless attack. Her cunt boiled with juice and heat while her clit teetered on the brink of cumming. Her womb, only inches away from the boy's drooling cockhead, was starting to spasm.

"In! In! In!" Glenda cried.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Brad cried back.

She was filled with dickmeat. Stuffed to the hilt with the boy's beautiful, fat cock. Her ass quivered with passion as if there were a prick stuck up her titter too. Glenda suddenly felt the boy's prick lighten into an iron pole. The brunette knew that it signaled the end of his control. She knew from experience that he'd be flooding her pussy with spurts of jizz.

"Wait for me!" Glenda cried, digging her fingernails into his hunching shoulders.

"I can't!" the boy cried.

Brad rammed his cock faster and faster into her pussy. His balls tightened up and rose so high that they pressed against the underside of his hammering cock. The room was filled with howls and the sound of wet, slapping skin as both Brad and Glenda finally rocketed over the edge.

"Gonna… Ohhhh, FUCK!" Brad shouted as he slammed his body into hers and lay there quivering. He sent stream after long, white stream of his cum into her tight cunt.

Glenda felt her mind explode as she felt that first injection of steaming jizz splatter against her clenching cuntal walls. It triggered her clit into orgasmic explosion. Her cunt and ass squeezed tight, clutching all ten inches of Brad's dick.

"Ohhhhh!" she screamed as she felt herself explode. "Fuck!"

She exploded and collapsed on the carpet, whimpering and whining as she felt the final orgasmic throbs of Brad's dick die away.

"Oh God. You don't know how much I needed that!" Glenda said, opening her eyes and smiling dreamily into the boy's big, brown eyes.

Glenda wanted to lay there with Brad's cock embedded in her pussy forever. A warm, delicious glow spread over her sweaty body as she traced her fingertips lightly over the boy's muscular shoulders. The brunette didn't know how long she lay there with Brad before she realized someone else was in the room.

"Mother!" Alana cried out with disgust and indignation as she stood leaning against the partially-opened study door.

"Oh God!" Glenda cried out hoarsely, jerking up and pushing Brad roughly off her.

"Ohhh, nooo," Alana cried, covering her face with her hands and turning away.

"I thought – I…" Glenda stammered, slipping her pussy off the frightened boy's cock and crawling across the floor to her crumpled dress.

"I forgot Grandma's gift. I came back to get it when I heard all this moaning. Oh Mother! And with the stable boy!" Alana cried out in horror as she took one last look at the two of them.

"Please, Alana! I can explain," Glenda cried out as she pulled the dress over her pussy and titties.

"Get away from me!" the girl cried, backing out of the study. She turned and ran through the reception area. In the distance Glenda could hear James and Hilda calling out after the girl.

"Oh my God!" Glenda moaned, sinking to her knees and covering her face in shame as Brad still lay on the floor, embarrassed and confused.

"Hilda! Did you see which way she went?" Glenda gasped out as she staggered from the study into the reception area of the mansion.

"Down the hill," the maid said, looking curiously at Glenda.

The brunette barely had enough time to slip her dress back over her lithe body. Her hair was still matted down and tangled from the fucking she'd received from Brad. Her ha was flushed from all the excitement a few minutes earlier. In the background, Glenda could hear the boy struggling with his pats, trying to pull them on quickly as she tried to divert Hilda's attention from the study. "I've got to find her," Glenda said as she took Hilda by the hand and led her toward the drawing room. "Call Dr. Morris. Tell him to come over here right away. Tell him that Alana's hysterical."

"From what, ma'am?" Hilda asked, her face showing obvious confusion.

"Don't ask questions now. Just tell him to come over!" Glenda said angrily as she closed the drawing room doors quickly and ran back to the study.

"Get out of there!" Glenda hissed.

"I'm trying to get my zipper up. It's stuck!" Brad whined as he peeked through the cracked doors.

"Hold your shirt over it. Hold your damned hands over it. I don't care, but you've got to get out of here," Glenda said as she pulled Brad out of the room. "If they find you in here, I'll be ruined and you'll be out of a job. Now get back down to the stables and help me look for Alana."

Brad stumbled out into the reception area, holding his shirt over his fly and looking around in every direction with embarrassment.

"I don't think Alana'll be too happy to see me," Brad said as he inched toward the door.

"You can help anyway. You're partly responsible," Glenda said, refusing to admit to herself that she'd done everything except put up neon signs outside her windows begging for a fuck. "Got it!" Brad cried out happily as he gave one final yank on his zipper.

"Bravo! Now maybe you can help me find my daughter," Glenda said a little sarcastically as she stood by the opened front door, waiting for the boy to finish buttoning up his shirt.

"Maybe she's at the stables. Alana told me once that whenever she was feelin' low, she'd come down and talk to the horses," Brad said as the two of them ran out the door.

"I'll check then. You go over by the race track and hurdle run and see if you can spot her. If you do, don't go after her. Come back to the stables and let me know," Glenda ordered as she ran down the steep hill toward the three low wooden building five hundred yards away.

Panic gripped the brunette as she came closer to the stables. Once she found Alana, what could she say? The girl had obviously caught her in the act. There was nothing she could do except admit, to the obvious, then beg for the girl's forgiveness and understanding.

Alana had to know that a normal woman had normal drives. And if these drives were frustrated in one way or other, they were bound to take strange turns when they finally burst loose. And considering the situation, making it with Brad Graham wasn't all that strange.