“You know that you have to be punished for not swallowing all of my cum, right?” She nodded mutely, her saturated cunt aching for his handsome cock, which was already hardening again. “I’ll take care of that punishment tomorrow,” he promised.
Temporarily untying the ropes, he roughly swung her around until she was lying on the bed, her front facing up, pulled her legs till her torso lay flat on the bed and retied her wrists above her head to the railing. He pulled two long black leather shoelaces from a pair of his boots, tied the ends to the carabiners, and fastened the other ends tight to the railing at the head of the bed, lifting her heavy tits off her ribcage and stretching the tortured nipples till they were an obscene 1 1/2 inches in length.
Matt ripped off her tiny, sopping panties and shoved them between her greasy lips. He took a long moment ogling her shaved mound, long fat clit and heavy, dusky cunt lips. He scooped up most of the spunk from her tits, coated his cock, and shoved it in her hot hole, fucking his mother hard, loving the sight of her nipples bending and stretching with his left hand while he squeezed and twisted her throbbing clit with his right hand. She came almost immediately and then he did also, pulling out of her cunt after several thick spurts to spray another half dozen spurts across her pretty face, abdomen and belly. There was plenty to go around. She’d never seen or felt such thick cream.
Matt stood on the floor and wiped his dripping member on the tatters of her baby doll, fascinated by the thick stream of cum coming out of her labia and coating her dusky asshole. Reluctantly, he untied her wrists from the bed railing. She wondered when her son would poke around in her walk-in closet, open a drawer in the cabinet there and find her big collection of bondage toys. She shuddered with the thrilling thought until he lifted the carabiners and pulled them to get her up from the bed.
She screamed and scrambled to stand, stunned and breathing hard from Matt’s sudden action, weak-kneed and bent over, her hands clasping the bedpost for support, the carabiners swaying silently under her hanging tits, the stretched nipples swinging back and forth in silent pain, catching her breath while matching trails of white spunk formed on the inside of her tanned thighs.
She couldn’t help wondering whether, once I’d arrived for a long July 4th weekend, Matt and I would dominate her together. She pictured herself: depraved, abused and tortured by us together, a shameful and humiliated sub, one of us caning her ass while the other used a switch on her tits.
“Don’t let that fall on the floor,” Matt warned, pointing to her streaked thighs. Janice scooped up both trails and realized that Matt was holding a metallic pencil flashlight in his palm. It was obviously a phallic shape, like a small dildo. He nodded, and knowing exactly what he wanted, she took the flashlight and rolled it around in her greasy palm.
“That’s not enough,” he said. She looked at him beseechingly, but his face was merciless. “Spread your lips.”