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The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Two
After the exciting romp with Roger's mother the three seventeen-year-olds finally made it to the kitchen for some food. As they sat around the kitchenette table eating “Now you guys know why I couldn't get it up for the vid.”
“That's for sure. I don't think I could ever get it up for a mere bondage video again.” Ron remarked.
“You got that right.” Rick agreed. “So what's the story with your mom?” Rick ask through a mouth full of food.
As the three teens ate Roger told his two friends how his mother was transformed into a fucktoy to be use and abuse for their amusement.
“It happened so suddenly Friday morning. Before Friday morning the only way I had to as you know to relive my blue balls was wanking off to bondage vids and mags. But now I have the real stuff. It started when my mom bellowed my name Friday morning:
“ ROGER CARL PETERSON COME HERE RIGHT NOW !”
I got out of bed and slowly made my way downstairs wondering what the fuck my mom was steaming mad at me for this time. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom standing in the living room in front of the wide screen plasma TV.
“Roger I've had it with you! You been completely unruly since your father died in that car wreck. You've drop out of school. You refuse to get a job. All you do is hangout with those revolting friends of yours. And now this!”
I watched my mom raised her right hand up to mid chest level. My eyes were fixed onto the object mom was violently shaking at me it was a VCR cassette. “ Dammit! I fuckin forgot to take that tape out of the VCR yesterday .” I cured to myself. Then out loud he stated, “That's not mine.”
“If not yours how did this disgusting thing get into my house. Did one of those creepy friends of yours bring it into my home?”
“No mom I don't know how that got into the house.” As soon as I said it I knew how lame the statement was. Who else would bring a bondage video into our house. Certainly not my brainy fifteen-year-old little sister nor mother who was violently shaking the video at me. The only other person in the house was myself.
I watched my pissed off mother slam the bondage videotape to the floor. It bounced a couple of times on the rug before coming to rest in front of her. With horror I watched mom slammed the heel of her shoe down on top of the cassette. There was a resounding crunch as the cassette was smashed to bits.
“MOM!” I bellowed with shock. “That vid cost me a lot of money!”
“I don't care if it cost you a million dollars! I will not stand to have such a filthy, disgusting thing in my home!” Mom screamed as she kicked the shattered remains of the cassette at me.
I stared down at the ruined videotape. Sadden at its lost. I had many gratifying wank jobs with that vid. My blood begin to boil as I thought of future lost pleasures.
“Furthermore not only will I not stand for that filth to be in my home I will not allow anyone so perverted as to watch such a disgusting thing…”
My cock started to stir to life as I watched my mom's heaving breasts as she screamed at me. Even though mom was thirty-eight-years-old she was a well stack thirty-eight-year-old bitch. I had often fantasized on fucking her every which way. And as I stood before her being admonished by her one o those fantasies came roaring to the front of my libido.
“…GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK!”
Well that did it. If I was going to be tossed out on my ear I decided I would go with a bang. A pussy bang. My mom's pussy bang. My first real pussy bang.
“GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
As mom was screaming at me to get out of the house that I have lived in for some seventeen years I lurched across the leaving room. With a single powerful backhand I sent mom crashing to the floor. She looked up at me in total shock and disbelief. Before she could do anything I place my left foot on her breastbone between her 36” C-cup breasts.
“ROGER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” Scream my mother as she tried to wiggle out from underneath my foot.
“Putting you in your place where all bitches belong!” I snapped back and pressed down harder on her breastbone. My cock sprang to full hardness. Enjoying the feeling of power I had over my mother I shifted more of my weight from my foot on the floor to the foot pressing down on mom's chest.
“Please Roger you're hurting me.” Mom sobbed. “Let me go.”
Mom started to reach for my foot that was pressing down on her chest with both of her hands. But I intercepted them with my own hands. I interlocked my fingers with hers and forced them back until the knuckles of her fingers almost touched her forearms.
“AAARRRGGGEEE!” Mom screamed out in pain.
My lust filed cock begin to throb as I forced mom's hands further back.
“AAARRRGGGEEE!” Mom screamed out again and her body started shuttering.
As mom struggled to free her trapped hands I raked my foot that was pressing down on her breastbone. “AAARRRGGGEEE!” Once again mom screamed out in pain. Only this time it was somewhat louder with a tang of fear in it.
Once my foot cleared my mother's torso I slammed the heel of my foot into the old breadbasket. Air came whooshing out of mom's lungs in a gurgling rush. Gasping for air mom stared up at me with pleading eyes.
Not caring how mom felt I twisted her bent back hands outward and jerked her up to her feet. This enlisted another pain filled gasping howl from her. Trying to ease the pain in her wrists mom lurched up on her toes and did a little jig. But it didn't do her any good. Her hands remained painfully bent back and her wrists were severely twisted.
My blood-engorged cock was demanding to be released from its confinement. But it had to wait a little longer.
I force mom to walk around to the back of the couch. Then in one fluid motion I released her left hand, spun her around by her right hand, forced her right arm behind her back and yank her right hand up between her shoulder blades. Mom squealed in pain as she was forced to bend over the back of the couch.
Using my free hand I unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the pants' belt loops. With some fiddling I manage to get the belt into a snare which I fitted over mom's head. After sliding my belt down around mom's slender neck I yanked on it till it tighten almost to the choking point. Then using the bitter-end I looped the belt around mom's right wrist that I had trapped between her shoulder blades. Now if mom tried to lower her right arm she would choke herself.
Holding mom in place over the back of the couch with a firm grip in her auburn hair I used my other hand to yank the sash cord from the house coat that mom was wearing. I then tied the sash cord to her left ankle. Holding the sash cord tightly I releasing my mom.
Struggling she lifted herself up off the back of the couch. “Roger what are you doing?” Mom asked gaspingly.
“Well mommy since you ruined my wanking vid I need a replacement...” I snickered as I shucked my sweatpants and underpants in one swift movement. “…and that replacement is you dear mommy!” I guffawed as my iron hard, throbbing cock jutted out from the dark forest of my groin hair. “STRIP!”
“ NOOOOOO !!!” Mom screeched at the top of her lungs and took off running.
Mom didn't get very far before the sash cord tied to her ankle pulled her up short. She stumbled and fell flat on her face. Laughing I pulled on the sash cord dragging mom back to me.
“That was very naughty of you mommy.” I scowled in a menacing tone. “I'm going to half to punish you for that.”
With my mom screaming and struggling I dragged her out of the living room by her ankle. I first dragged her to the entry hallway closet where I got a wire clothes hanger. Then to the main stairs. Keeping mom on the first floor I walked half way up the stairs. As I went up mom was dragged across the floor. At the half way point I fed the sash cord through the banister and hauled my mom's left leg up until her foot was even with the banister. This left mom semi-dangling by her left ankle with her shoulders resting on the floor. Her right leg kicking wildly and her left arm flaying about. Both her housecoat and her nightgown were bunched up around her waist. Leaving her white panty clad bottom visible. Mom was struggling to free herself. She was twisting and turning by her left ankle. In doing so she was constantly turning over and over. First her front side then her backside were on display.
I walk back down the stairs and joined her. Outward I appeared calm and collective. But on the inside I was about to burst open with excitement. Reaching out I grasped mom's flaying right leg. Pulling on it until mom's panty clad ass was sticking out towards me. This left her with her spine bowed painfully backwards and her 36” C-cup breasts squished into the hallway's hardwood floor. Holding her steady I lifted the clothes hanger high into the air.
WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Howled my mom at the top of her lungs as the wire hanger tore through her nylon panties and bit deep into the plump, meaty globe of her left ass cheek. Mom thrashed so hard that she was able to yank her left leg free from my powerful grip. I watched with great amusement as mom thrashed around like a fish caught on a fishing line. After a few minuets she calmed down somewhat. I regrasped her left ankle and turned her ass back towards me. Mom struggled mightily to free her trapped leg. But her wild frantic bucking she just went through had weaken her enough so that she couldn't free her leg from my grip. Through her torn panties I saw a beautiful, angry looking purple welt etched across her once perfect white left buttock. I was highly pleased with the result. I became even happier when piss begin to soak through the crotch of mom's panties.
“One down nineteen to go mommy.” I informed my mother as I raised the wire hanger high above my head once again.
“ NOOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! ROGER PLEASE!…” WHOOSH! CRACK! “ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Mom's pleading turned to a howl of sheer anguish as the wire hanger sliced through her panties and etched a second delightful purple line into her meaty rump. This one into her right plump ass cheek.
Mom managed to reach deep down into the core of her soul and come up with enough energy to once again free her trapped leg from my grip. I admired both of the lovely welts until mom once again ran out of steam.
“Two down eighteen to go mommy.”
“ OH GOD…GOD PLEASE…ROGER PLEASE DON'T…PLEASE !” Mom blubbered like a baby.
WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ”
I played the wire clothes hanger across my mom's plump, meaty ass time after time. Each time she screamed at the top of her lungs and thrashed wildly about. However each time her frantic struggled became weaker and weaker after each welt raising lashing. Not only did mom piss on herself but she also dumped her bowels. (I had often heard the phrase ‘beat the crap out of someone' but this was the first time I got to witness the occurrence for real.) On the thirteenth welt raising stroke the cotton sash cord broke and my mom dropped completely to the floor in a sobbing heap.
Gripping my mom by her fiery red hair I dragged her to her feet. “Well mommy do you want to strip? Or should I string you back up and start your punishment all over again?”
“STRIP! I'll strip for you. I'll be good and strip for you. Just please don't beat me anymore.” Mom blubbered like a baby.
“Well then march that ass up to your room.” I growled as I released my grip on her hair.
Mom almost collapsed to the floor when I released her. But the whistling of the clothes hanger pass her ear frighten mom enough to find enough reserve energy to remain upon her feet. Upon wobbly legs mom started heading to the foot of the stairs. In her up right position mom's nightgown and housecoat fell back down around her ankles. That didn't make me happy. Not at all.
“Mommy lets see that tushie that I painted.” I growled as I cut the air with the hanger once again.
With her trembling free hand mom reached behind her. She grasped both articles of clothing in her fingers and finger walked them up her blazing posterior. Her legs buckled with each fraction of an inch she pulled the normally soft silky fabric across her burning rump.
I was having the worst case of blue ball that I ever had in my life as I followed my mom up the stairs. The entire back panel of her nylon panties were in shreds. Only the thin elastic bands around her waist and thighs held the ruined panties on. Her. Her once lily white heinie was a maze of thirteen criss-crossing purple welts. She flinched and shuttered in agony with each step she took as the muscles in her well whip ass flexed as she headed for her bedroom.
“STRIP!” I growled once we were in her room.
Trembling like a leaf mom started to disrobe. Having only one free hand mom struggled first out of the housecoat. She opened it up, slid the left side off her shoulder, then shook her left arm out of the left housecoat's sleeve. Again using her left hand mom pushed the housecoat off her right shoulder letting the garment hang from crook of her bound right arm.
Once done with taking off the housecoat as far as she could with her right arm secured behind her back mom started on her nightgown. As she did down stairs mom finger walked the nightgown up her torso. Whimpering and flinching as she worked the garment over her scalded rear-end. Mom hesitated a bit when she had worked her nightgown up to the level just below her breasts. It only took a single swipe pass her face with the hanger to convince mom to continue undressing herself before me. Within moments mom's braless breasts were on display.
I began to salivate as I ogled my mom's boobies bobbed up and down as she sobbed deeply. The first real boobs I ever saw. (Well that not exactly true. I've seen these boobies many times before a long, long time ago. Back then I had an entirely different perspective of them as I suckled on them to get life sustaining fluid out of them as a nursing infant nearly eighteen-years-ago.) They were full 36” C-cup breasts that road high on her chest. They were creamy white and speckled with freckles like her face (a trait of nearly all natural redheads). They showed their age. The once firm orbs were now sagging somewhat and had stretch marks from nursing two kids. But they were still a great set of titty flesh. And they were mine to do with as I pleased.
With eager fingers I manhandled not to gently the two orbs. My mind was filled with images from several bondage videos of what I could do to my mom's malleable titty flesh. I decided to start out with some simple titty torture and increase my fun with them over time. I started by rolled my mom's titties around her chest, Then cupped them in the palm of my hands to get an idea of how much they weigh. They were at less five pounds each. I was going to enjoy torturing them in every way that I had seen in the vids. I then started on my first booby torture. I slid my cupped hands from the bottoms of mom's boobies until they were cup over her pointy nipples. Then slowly but methodically I begin squeezing them lovely speckled boobies. I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, squishing my mom's boobies with a claw like grip until the soft malleable flesh oozed between my fingers.
“Please Roger don't. It hurts.” Mom whimpered as she tried to use her free hand to remove my hands from her crushed breasts.
My response to her pleading was to viciously twist the two squished titties in opposite directions.
“Arrrgggeee!” Mom cried out in pain and her knees buckled. She would have fallen to the floor if it were not my iron grip on her boobies.
“Oh…god…it…hurts!…It…hurts… Hurts!… Please…Roger…let…go!… Let…go…of…my…breasts!…Please…Roger!…Please!…Oh…god…Please!!!” Whimpered mom stutteringly as she tried harder with her free hand to get me to release her trapped titties.
Once again I showed my mom my sympathy for her anguish by snapping her crushed and twisted boobies apart.
“Arrrgggeee!” Mom squealed as her hand went into uncontrolled spasms.
“Finish stripping mommy!” I snapped as I maintained my grip on her boobies.
Trembling like a leaf my mom quickly pulled the nightgown over her head and pulled her left arm out of the sleeve. Within seconds her nightgown joined her housecoat dangling from the crook of her bound right arm.
After pulling my mom back upright by her breasts I released my iron grip on them. Mom stood on very wobbly legs as I flicked her nipples with my forefingers. They were a beautiful set of brown nippers that stuck out nearly an inch from the slightly darker half-dollar size, pimply areoles capping the creamy white freckled titties that had my hands imprinted on them.
Stepping back I scooped up the clothes hanger that I had dropped to the floor when I latched onto mom's boobies.
WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Mom dropped to her knees howling as the hanger blazed across her left nipple. Her free left hand raced to her just whipped nipple. She gingerly felt it amazed that it was still there.
“Did anyone tell you to stop stripping?” I growled. “I don't fucking think so!” I slashed the air right in front of mom' face with the hanger. “Get to your fucking feet and STRIP !”
Mom scrambled up off her knees and onto her feet. She quickly mover her left hand from her just whipped nipple down to her tattered panties. Within moments mom was standing before me in nothing but her birthday suit.
I was thrilled with my results as I examined my mom's nipple that I had struck with the hanger. The once turgid brown nipple had turned a dark purple and it had swollen three times larger. I could see it throbbing delightfully. I pitched the throbbing teat between my thumb and forefinger. As the trapped nipple throbbed I could feel heat radiating from it. It felt good.
Mom whimpered pathetically and started doing a little jig as I put more pressure on her throbbing nipple. “Stuff them panties in your mouth mommy!”
It was sheer golden the shocked look that sprang up on mom's face when what I had said to her registered in her brain. She couldn't believe that I actually wanted her to put her piss soaked and shit smeared undergarment in her mouth.
Keeping a firm grip on her throbbing nipple I forced mom up on her toes. “GET THEM PANTIES IN THAT MEALY MOUTH NOW!” I growled as I twisted her trapped whipped nipple and forcing her a little higher up on her toes.
A highly pleasurable look of repulsive disgust spread across mom's face as she stuff her soiled panties into her mouth.
“CHEW!” I growled. “Lose them and I'll strip your hide off your ass!” As I released my grip on her right nipple.
Mrs. Joan Peterson's stomach did flip-flops as her taste buds registered the acidic taste of her own urine and the earthy taste of her own excrement. She wanted to spit her soiled panties out of her mouth. But she feared her son's retaliation too much to do so. So Mrs. Joan Peterson continued to munch on her soiled panties as if they were a tasty bit of chocolate candy.
I took a long delightful look at my mom's succulent body. She was five-feet six inches. With long carroty red hair that hung down to her mid-back. She had kept herself in suburb shape over the years. Though not as tight and firm as she was in her teen years her 36”-30”-34” figure was a delight to look at. A thick unrulely forest of pubic hair denoted that she was a natural redhead. Her legs were well tapered and seem to go on forever. They ended at the junction where the flesh pillowed up to form the delectable plump twin half moons of her derrière. Like most natural redheads mom's body was specked with freckles. Especially her face and upper chest areas. Even the tops of her 36” C-cup breasts. They drooped somewhat and had stretch marks (but hey what can you expect after having two kids suckle on them) but they were still a fine looking set of jugs. They were caped with inch long nippers sitting atop pimply half dollar size areoles. Her tummy also showed the berthing of her children. Despite her workouts at the gym she stilled showed stretch marks there. However since both births were of the vaginal type she had no surgery scars. Having not been out to the beach for several years or to a tanning salon mom's skin was lily-white in completion.
Well normally it was that color. But now Mrs. Joan Peterson skin tone was a bright crimson color from head to toe with total humiliation from standing before her son necked as a J-bird. The only clothing she had was her housecoat and nightgown dangling from the crook of her right arm. With her son staring lustfully at her nudity Joan self-consciously pulled her housecoat in front of her nude form.
SMACK!
My mom's head snapped to the right and a bright handprint sparing up on her cheek where I had slapped her hard.
“NO ONE SAID YOU COULD COVER YOURSELF BITCH !”
SMACK!
The housecoat that she had been trying to cover herself with fell to her side as her head was snapped in the other direction.
“ BITCH ; TRY TO HIDE THAT BODY THAT BELONGS TO ME FROM ME AGAIN AND I'LL BUST EVERY FUCKING FINGER YOU HAVE!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…
Mom's head snapped back and forth as I slapped it hard a dozen or so times.
“UNDERSTAND BITCH !”
Trembling like a leaf mom nodded meekly.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…
“DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP CHEWING BITCH? ”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…
“I THINK NOT!”
Mom shook her head in a negative response.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…
“CHEW BITCH AND KEEP CHEWING TILL I SAY NOT TO!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!…
Mom started chewing on her soiled panties once again.
I continue to inspect my mother's nude form. For a middle-aged bitch, mom was still a hot dish. Very hot. I was going to enjoy fucking her brains out. But first we were going to have some more fun, Well fun for me and I didn't give a flying fuck if mom was going to have fun or not. In fact I doubted it very much. But so what she was now here for my enjoyment not hers.
Once again I pinched down hard on her right whipped nipple and gave it a savage twist. Mom threw her head back and cried out in pain. She was doing a little jig when I released the throbbing nub. It made me tingle all over as I felt mom's crushed and twisted nipple pulsate between my thumb and forefinger. Keeping a tight grip on her trapped nipple I force my mother's breast to delightfully dance around her chest. Though mom gurgled in pain she continued to chew.
Like a cow working on a mouth full of cud mom chewed on her soiled panties. As she chewed I released my grip on her bruised teat. Mom let out a sigh of relief through her panties and sank from her toes to her feet. Using her free left hand mom gently rubbed her burning, throbbing nipple.
This attempt to ease the suffering in her nipple did not please me. Not one bit. “THAT NIPPER BELONGS TO ME STOP PLAYING WITH IT!” I growled as I swung the hanger once again.
WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!!!! ” Mom ‘s left hand streaked across to her just whipped left nipple as she collapsed to the floor. Mom tried to ease the burning pain in both of her whipped nipples as she curled into a fetal position on her bedroom floor.
I looked down at my sobbing mom thinking this would not do. I was enjoying her suffering too much to allow her to ease any of it. I went to her dresser and rummage through her drawers until I found her belts. I returned to mom with three of the belts in hand.
“Get on your tummy mommy!” I growled.
“Please Rog…” Mumbled mom around her panties in her mouth as she started to plea with me.
I wasn't interested in hearing her begging. I only wanted complete compliance from her to my demands. In my hand at the ready was a nice little persuader to convince mom to obey me.
With a chicken-shit grin on my face I look down at my pleading mom. In an instant I made a decision as to where to apply the persuader. It was a tricky shot. With mom curled up and her free hand darting back and forth trying to ease the pain in her nipples I took careful aim. Timing it so that my selected target was unprotected I swung the hanger down hard.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ ….aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee! ” Mom's scream rang out muffle but vary clearly as it made its way pass her soiled panties that were in her mouth.
Two vivid purple welts rose up on the outer side of mom's left breast.
“TUMMY NOW!”
The persuader had done its job. Mom instantly rolled off her side and onto her stomach. She arched her back which lifted her throbbing purple nippers off the rugged floor. Again I was displeased with mom trying to ease her suffering.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!”
I treated mom's already welted ass with the hanger. A nice dark purple line sprang up across each of her meaty half moons.
“Plant them boobies that belong to me to the floor!”
Whimpering from the pain from doing so mom pressed her throbbing nipples down onto the rugged floor.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!!”
Another two lovely welts developed on my mom's heinie.
“Keep them boobies plastered to that floor and hoist that lard ass up!”
Mom lifted her pelvis off the floor. She lifted it just enough to slip my foot between the floor and her pubic mound. It was cute. But not what I wanted.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
I drove my mom back down with two very hard slashes across her rump.
“HIGHER!”
While still keeping her upper torso on the floor along with her thighs mom lifted her pelvis as high as she could. It was nicely displayed. But still it was not how I wanted it.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
Again I drove my mom's ass back down with the hanger.
“ HIGHER !!!”
Something must have clicked in mom's brain. Keeping her breasts plastered to the floor mom pulled first one knee forward then the other. This resulted in lifting her beautiful marred bums up high. Mom knelt before me like a Muslim praying to Mecca . Her breasts and face plastered to the floor and her purple stripped derrière prominently on display.
Stepping behind her I grabbed both of mom's whipped ass cheeks and kneaded them. Mom shuddered in pain and her legs trembled as my hands roughly worked her purple striped fanny over. To her credit mom withstood the pain I was causing to her whipped rump and remain in position.
Mom gasped with shame when I pushed two of my fingers into her cunt. I was pleasantly surprised to find her hole was tight. Even after had given birth to two children and fucking dad god knows how many times. Not so surprising was to find her tunnel dry. Very dry. Bone dry. There wasn't a single drop of moisture to aid the pistoning movement of my imbedded fingers. It was so inviting. But I wasn't ready to fuck my mom just yet. So I pulled my fingers out of her and stepped back.
As inviting as mom looked bent over like that she still wasn't in the position I wanted her in. So!
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
“Needs a little tweaking!”
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
“Spread them wide!”
Sobbing heavily mom separated her knees slightly.
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
“WIDER!”
Mom spread her knees as far apart as she could.
To mom's misfortune and my delight I lashed my mother's buttocks eight more times with the hanger before she was in the position I wanted her in. Head on the floor with her face facing left chewing on her soiled panties wearing a big smile. Breasts plastered on the floor with her whipped teats pushed hard into the rug. Her free arm folded behind her back with her hand resting between her shoulder blades. Up on her wide spread knees displaying her thick forested pussy. And her well whipped welted heinie sticking up high.
Crouching down next to her I looped one belts I had retrieved tightly around her slender neck. Grabbing her left free forearm I looped the belt around the free wrist and secured it to her neck just like I did with her right hand but just a little higher. Now mom couldn't use either hand to ease her suffering if she tried she would choke herself adding to her suffering.
I thought about freeing mom's right arm to remove her nightgown and housecoat. But I decided against it. I figured that it would be a thousand times more humiliating for her to having clothing hanging from her arm but never be allow to put them on to cover her nudeness from her own son.
To deter any ideas of mom running off again from popping into her head I forced her to bend her right leg until the heel of her foot was pressing into the bottom curve of her right buttock. I then looped another of the belts around mom's right ankle and upper thigh. I pulled the belt so tight that it sunk into mom's thigh. The flesh curling around the edges of the belt. Satisfied with the belt's tightness I secured it. With the right leg reduced in half I did the same to the left. I had effectively reduced my mom's legs in half. If she did run she would do it upon her knees. And I didn't think that she could out run me like that. It was a very effective way to hobble her but still leave her twat available to me whenever I wanted to use it.
After standing back up I looked down at my restrained mother in her servitude ass high position. To determine how effect mom's ability to ease her suffering with her hands I decided to put her to a test.
I could have commanded my mom to kneel upright but I figured that it would much more fun to get her to present her boobies to me in another way. Well fun for me.
“Uuugggeee!” Mom whimpered through her mouth full of soiled panties as I jerked her upright on her knees by a handful of her carroty red hair that I had tightly wrapped around my hand. Pulling her head back so I could look directly into her tear streaked, chewing face while towering over her kneeling form.
WHOOSH! CRACK!
“ aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!! ”
Mom would have collapsed to the floor of it weren't for the firm grip I had in her hair. As it was mom shook her head wildly about, her body twisted and bucked delightfully. And the best of all she tried her level best to get her secured hands from between her shoulder blades to her left nipple that had just been kissed. Kissed very, very hard by the hanger.
The belts did their job wonderfully. As mom struggled mightily to use her hands the two belt loops tighten around her neck chocking her into submission. The left or the right or both together it didn't mater which hand she tried to use the end result was the same. Mom would strangle herself if she tried to move her hands from behind her back to come to the aid of her hurting nipple. Within moments mom abandon her futile attempts of trying to move her hands from behind her back. She knelt there shuddering and mewing as the terrible pain in her tortured left teat ate into her breast.
I was very pleased with the result. But what if mom was just faking it. Maybe she was trying to fool me into thinking she couldn't use her hands. And the first time I wasn't paying attention she would free herself. Then I wouldn't have her for my amusement anymore. So…
WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!…
Over and over and over I slashed both of my mother's nippers. A dozen times I let the wire clothes hanger kiss them pointy nibblits with the hanger. Mom thrashed and bucked like a wild bronco. Only my firm grip on her hair kept her in place just enough for the next teat lashing to be delivered. Her hollowing became louder as her soiled panties she had been chewing on shot out of her mouth. When I finally stopped swinging the hanger mom's hands were right where I put them. Behind her back. And bent way up between her shoulder blades.
Mom was gagging and coughing. Her face was several shades of color from the restrictive airflow caused by the belts tightening around her slender neck as she tried to free her hands. She was forming at the mouth like a rabid dog. As beautiful as my mom's face was in its multishaded hues was it was her nipples that made me shoot my first load of sperm.
I had never seen such huge nipples before. Not in any of the bondage vids or mags. They stuck out over two inches long and were swollen thicker then my big toe. Instead of milk flowing from them it was blood. They were no longer a soft brown color. Instead they were a very dark purple borating on being black. Her areoles and a small portion of her breasts were also similar in colored to her nipples and very, very swollen. The normal tapered cones were so bloated that it looked like a set of minitits were growing at the end of her regular tits. Blood was also running from the minitits in little rivulets to join the blood running from her bloated nipples to splatter to the rug below her. I could actually see the super-sized nipples and the minitits pulsate. And they were very hot to the touch. Even the lightest touch to them made mom howl in sheer anguish.
Of course I was not the slightest bit interested in lightly cressing my mom's beautified nippers. So instead I clamped down as hard as I could on one of the bloated nipples. Then I released my hold on her hair and latched on just as hard onto the other bloated nipple.
This started another round of wall rattling howls to streaming from mom's mouth. And a renewed effort to free her hands. For several minuets I shook mom back and forth by her trapped bloated nippers. When I finally freed them mom fell to the rug in a sobbing heap in the last direction I had jerked her in. I was ninety percent sure that mom wasn't faking not being able to free her hands. But there was still that ten percent possibility. I would tend to that later for now I was satisfied that mom would not be using them to ease any of her suffering for a very long time. If anything she would add to her suffering by choking herself.
Even though I had shot my wad, (which by the way was now coating mom's face) my prick was still as hard as ever. I could feel another load of spunk building up in my balls. And I hadn't even fucked mom yet. That incestuous event was still a ways off. I still had a lot of booby torture to perform on mommy before I even conceder taking her to bed for a royal fucking. After all I've really done so far was a little playful fun with mom's nippers and a little touché tickling. Mom had many more bits and pieces to play with. And more then one hole that my cock could go spelunking in.
end of chapter 2
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