Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

Charlie leaned forward, about to lie down on his mother's back and hug her when he remembered her battered flesh. He started to push up and off her.

"No," Carla moaned, taking his hands, pulling him down on top of her. She loved the pain and his weight crushing her into the table. "No, stay, please stay."

"Oh, Mom," Charlie moaned. He was horrified at what he had done.

"It's all right, baby, it's all right. I deserved everything I got. Don't apologize, don't ever apologize."

Her words struck a familiar chord in Charlie, and he wondered where he had heard them before. He couldn't remember. He snuggled against her, his cheek on hers. Her soft hair tickled his ear. Her fingers interlocked with his, she held his hand against her soft flank. They lay there on the table, their feet still on the floor.

As Carla felt his prick retreating from her flooded snatch, she became more and more aware of the various aches and pains besetting her. Finally, she had to shift because of the pressure of the table rim in her belly. Charlie felt her move, and hauled himself up off her. She let him go. Then she let him help her up. She was aching and stiff and sore. The forgotten ties dangled from her wrists and ankles.

"Sorry about these," he apologized as he unknotted them. He knelt at her feet to get the ones around her ankles.

"Don't ever apologize," she insisted. "Keep them for the next time."

Charlie suddenly remembered where he had heard "don't apologize" before. Ellen Jameson had said it, just after he had beaten and raped her.

"What're you thinking about?" Carla asked curiously.

Charlie jumped guiltily. "Oh, just something I heard a while back from Ellen Jameson."

"Well, if you're going to tell me about it, I hope it can wait until you've put some oil on my bottom," Carla said as they went back upstairs.

"Lie down on your bed, Mom. I'll get the oil. Then I'll tell you about Ellen and me."

"You don't have to tell me, you know," Carla said when he came back.

"I want to," he answered, pouring a pool of oil in his palm. He warmed it between his hands before stroking it onto her flaming red butt.

"Ellen said exactly the same thing about apologizing after I whipped her," he reported conversationally as he smoothed the cream into his mother's buttcheeks.

"After you what?"

"After I beat her with a piece of rope. She was a real bitch that night I doubled with Pete and her and Ann."

"The second time you came in late," Carla noted.

"Right." Charlie shivered at the memory of the spanking he had gotten. "Well, Ellen was being a real bitch, and Pete went over to Ann and started making it with her."

"Screwing her?"

"Yeah. So, anyway, I got turned on watching them, and so did Ellen. Then she decided to tease me and ran away. I got real mad, chased her, and beat the shit out of her. Then I screwed her. She loved it. She likes being treated rough, says the pain turns her on."

"Has the same effect on me," Carla noted wryly. "Me, too," Charlie admitted. "In case you hadn't noticed."

"I had. Both giving and receiving it is damn arousing, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. "Well, anyway, Ellen told me never to apologize, just the way you did."

"Smart girl," Carla noted. She loved the feel of Charlie's hands on her ass. The pain was lessening. The skin was ultrasensitive. She adored having his hands on her. Her pussy was feeling all soft and warm again.

Charlie was enjoying massaging the lush round masses of her buns. His cock swelling slowly, he stroked her lovingly. "Want to hear something about Ellen and her father?"

"Uh-huh," Carla agreed languidly.

"You have to promise not to breathe a word of it to anyone," Charlie cautioned.

"If I do, you can tie me up for a beating," Carla told him, then shivered.

"Mr. Jameson's set me up for a rape charge. His way of making sure nothing leaks out," Charlie explained.

"Holy mackerel, must be pretty hot stuff," Carla observed. "Are you sure you want to tell me?"

"Uh-huh. I trust you."

"That's nice," Carla purred, meaning the stroking of her ass as well as the fact that he trusted her again.

"Ellen and her father have a thing going," Charlie began vaguely.

"A 'thing' going?" Carla asked, suspecting what he meant, but not really believing it.

"Like us," he explained, stroking his oily fingers along her ass crack. "You know, Mom. Incest."

"Oh." Carla had trouble keeping her response casual-sounding, both because of the delicate exploration of his fingers and her own surprise at the news.

"Yeah, she's a father-fucker. And I'm a mother-fucker," Charlie said, probing deeper into Carla's crevice. His cock was stiff again.

"I wish you wouldn't use words like that," Carla complained. "It makes it sound so awful. And it isn't awful, is it?"

"Hell, no," Charlie agreed. "It's great." He probed a finger deep into her crack, touched her bung.

"So's that," Carla sighed.

"Like that?"

"You know it," she groaned. "So does Ellen."

"Well, first she sucked her father's cock."

"Umm-hummm," Carla purred.

"While she was doing that, right there in their living room, I fucked her from behind, dog fashion." He began pumping his finger in and out of Carla's asshole. "All three of us came that way. You should have seen her taking cum in her mouth and cunt at the same time."

Carla's guts convulsed at the thought, and because of the finger up her butt. "Ch-Charlie?" She was having trouble talking.

"What?"

"There's a cigar thing over there on the bureau," she explained. "If you grease it up, you can – stuff it up my – in my bottom, if you'd like."

"Yeah."

"I'd – ah – like your cock, but I'm too sore right now," she explained.

"That's okay, Mom," he assured her, getting the aluminum tube. He oiled it carefully. Carla bent her knees, and lifted her butt into the air.

His face shining with sweat, Charlie aimed the tube into his mother's ass and slowly pressed it into her bung. He watched as her asshole gradually stretched, then accepted the tube. He slid it far up into her butt. Just watching it disappear into her ass got him excited.

"What else did you do with Ellen?" Carla moaned.

Charlie fucked the tube in and out of her shitter slowly. "Well, after that, we all went into the bedroom."

"Uh-huh," Carla grunted. "Oooooh, jeez, that's good."

"Yeah. In the bedroom, Ellen sucked my dick while her father fucked her. It was really something, watching her eat my prick."

"I can imagine," Carla moaned as the aluminum tube buggered her.

"But I didn't come in her mouth, though Mr. Jameson did in her cunt," Charlie explained. "I saved it."

"For what?" Carla asked, her insides boiling.

"When he pulled out, I moved down, lubricated my prick in her pussy, and then jammed it into her asshole."

"God!" Carla groaned as a mini-orgasm rushed through her.

"While I did that, she sucked her father's cock hard again. Then, when I came – did it in her butt – he moved down and fucked her in the ass while I watched."

"Oh, Charlie," Carla moaned.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"I need more, Charlie, I need more." Carla was aroused to the point of desperation.

"What do you need, Mom?"

"I need your cock, Charlie, that wonderful, beautiful hard cock of yours," she moaned.

"What about this?" Charlie asked, sliding the cigar tube in and out of her asshole.

"That, too," she moaned. "That, too, Charlie."

"What'd you have in mind?" Charlie asked, honestly puzzled.

"I'll have to be on top," Carla explained. "If I face toward your feet, I think we can do it. You work the tube in my butt." He started to pull it out of her asshole and she jerked. "No, leave it in all the way for now." She got to her hands and knees. "Lie on your back."