Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

"Sit down," he ordered.

She staggered back and sat down on the stool of her dressing table.

"Give me your foot," he said, holding out his hand.

Silently, she did as ordered. She realized the pose completely exposed the dark slit of her pussy. The excitement she felt was more frightening than the bondage. In moments he had neckties dangling from both her ankles. Her cunt felt hot and sticky. She wondered if it showed.

Charlie looked around the room, searching for a suitable site for her punishment. Then he thought of the family room in the basement. Taking the ties around her wrists, he jerked her to her feet.

"Come on," he ordered.

Carla's insides melted as she was led through the house by her son. She felt so hopelessly exposed. The neckties on her ankles flapped at every step. Charlie had both of the ones from her wrists in one hand, so she was forced to walk with her arms out in front of her. She was puzzled when he led her through the living room to the basement stairs. She stumbled along behind, leaned forward when he pulled on the ties. He flicked on the light over the pool table. She began shivering uncontrollably. He stripped back the cover, exposed the rich, green surface, the oiled wooden rim. The cover hadn't been off the table since Chuck's death.

Charlie guided her to one end of the table, put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed. "Bend over."

"Please don't tie me," Carla pleaded. "I won't try to get away, honest I won't. Don't tie me, please don't tie me." She was reduced to begging.

"Bend over and grab the side pockets and maybe I won't," he said, relenting slightly.

She bent forward onto the table. The felt surface felt like sandpaper against her nipples. Her boobs flattened out on the hard slate. Her hands just reached the pockets along the sides. She hooked her fingers into them. The raised edge of the table cut into her stomach right below her waist. She rested her cheek on the rough felt.

Charlie studied her for a moment. Her ass was positioned perfectly for the beating he was going to give her. Her legs were together, her knees locked. The tendons on the backs of her thighs were drawn taut. Her asscheeks were tight, white globes, tender and vulnerable. They gleamed in the harsh light. Her back was smooth and graceful. There was a slight stubble under her arms. A small portion of her pussy hair was visible between her thighs.

The sight of his mother drawn tight, naked and ready for her spanking, made Charlie's groin tighten and his cock harden. But the time for that was later. Ignoring his arousal, he gripped the belt buckle and coiled the leather strap around his fist twice to shorten it.

"You ready?" he asked, knowing anticipation would make it hurt more.

"Yes," she answered, her voice a husky whisper.

Charlie drew back his arm and brought the belt down on his mother's naked ass with a ringing crack. Her flesh flared white, and then slowly turned red where the belt had hit her. It was like watching a photograph develop.

Carla jerked at the blistering impact, and tightened her grip on the pool table. She kept reminding herself he would tie her up, make her completely helpless, if she didn't cooperate. Her ass burned like fire from the first blow. How many would he give her?

Charlie drew back his arm and brought the belt whistling down a second time. It slashed across her butt, and a second pink stripe developed a half an inch above the first. The third blow struck her below the first two. The fourth closed the gap between the first two. The fifth finished the task. Every inch of her ass was bright red. The blows came thick and fast now. Charlie's fury blazed and he lashed his mother's ass with a viciousness that would have astonished him had he been thinking. Again and again and again the leather cracked against her butt. She began bleeding from the cruel lashing.

Charlie was brought back to his senses by a high, keening wail coming from somewhere. He realized that it was coming from him. His mother was sobbing hysterically. He was moaning like he was beating his own flesh. Tears of frustration and fury were streaking his cheeks as he finally expressed his rage at his father's death. He paused, the belt raised high for yet another stroke, and then unlocked his fingers from around the buckle and flung the belt away blindly. It clattered against the paneled wall. He fought to regain control of himself.

His cock was a throbbing pole in his pants. He wrenched at his belt, ripped his trousers down, freed his aching prick. Tears still staining his cheeks, he walked up behind his mother and set his dick between her thighs. He plunged his pulsing cock into her cunt. She was wet, and slippery, and ready. He drove his cock deep into her oozing hole with a single firm stroke. His hips jammed up against her abused ass.

Carla had been half expecting, half anticipating, and half hoping for his assault. The beating had seemed to go on forever and ever and ever. At first she had had to force herself to maintain her grip on the pool table. But soon the strength was drained out of her body by the incredible searing pain in her ass. It was unbelievable! It felt as if a blowtorch ware being applied to an already searing sunburn, as if the flesh were being stripped from her bones. She had cried. Her tears had stained the expensive green felt of the pool table.

The beating had stopped with shocking abruptness. It had taken her quite a while to realize another blow was not going to fall. Her backside felt raw and blistered and hurt like hell. Her guts were flaming with lust, just the way they had been after the insane spanking Chuck had given her on their honeymoon. Her cunt was hot, and wet, and hungry. She could have heaved herself up off the table, rolled over, protected herself from her son's sexual assault. But, instead, she held on and braced herself for the thrust into her aching hole.

Charlie drove his tool into her, felt the hot sheath of her cunt grip his seething prick. Leaning forward, his hands on either side of her on the hard pool table, he drew back and drove his cock into her twat again, not caring that his hips were jamming hard against her seared asscheeks. All that mattered was the feel of her hot cunt stroking his aching hard-on. All that mattered was the exquisite ecstasy of fucking his cock into his mother's shuddering body.

It mattered to Carla that Charlie was hitting her aching butt, but in a positive fashion. The pain when his body slammed against her inflamed buns added to the pleasure she felt at having her cunt filled by his cock. She loved having him slam into her, loved having him increase her pain, loved the way his cock hit the end of her cunt, stretching it. Rocking her hips, she ground her clit against the edge of the pool table. Her rejection of him the past week seemed insane in the face of the incredible ecstasy he could give her. She loved feeling his cock thrust deep in her body, welcomed his drives into her hungry cunt. She waited for him to flood her with jizz, to have him fill the womb that had nurtured him eighteen years before.

Charlie drove his prick into his mother's cunt. His body slapped against her flaming ass. His cock was on fire. He was nearing an orgasm. It felt like he had an ocean of cum to pour into her clinging snatch. His nuts knotted up against his groin and wrung the last dribbles of sperm into his prostate.

His muscles convulsed and he slammed into her quivering hole again. The first wad of cum ripped the length of his dick. His ass knotted, adding force to the blast of jizz spurting into her twat. He humped. An animal, he humped his cum into his mother's cunt in quick, sharp, burning shots. He flooded her with gooey fuck cream, deposited his sperm deep in her working, convulsing cunt.

As she felt her son pumping her cunt full of jizz, Carla came. Her orgasm was a crazy tangle of pain and pleasure. Her ass hurt, her twat quivered with pleasure. Her tits ached from being ground against the hard slate. Her heart was bunting with love for her son. What did it matter that it was incest? She was being shredded with pleasure. She doubted she would ever experience such a delicious, fantastic orgasm again.