Within seconds, the tall, leather-clothed mistress in the video did the same thing to her victim and it had the same result. Then she stepped forward and roughly inserted one of her hands between the suspended woman’s thighs and began to masturbate her. Norma followed suit and did the same with Caroline, only exclaiming, “My, my, aren’t we wet, though. This must be really turning you on.” But there was no response from Caroline although her face was now contorted with the combined effects of the pain in her breast and the hand diddling her cunt. Responding to the feel of Norma’s hand fondling her pussy, her suspended body began to writhe.
“Like that, do you, darling. Well good. I thought you might. Let’s just keep watching. It get’s better.”
Not really knowing what he was doing, Bobby’s hand moved down to his now hard cock as if it had a mind of its own and he began to rub himself through his pants. Doing so he could feel a wet spot already there from pre-cum. Growing impatient, he considered taking his cock out and jacking off to the arousing sounds, but decided against it for fear of making some inadvertent noise and getting caught. So he just sat and listened some more and tried as best he could to fill in with his imagination what he couldn’t see. He was especially mystified by the remark his mother had made about Mrs. Bishops atoning for having seduced him. Maybe that was what that shriek he heard was all about.
Norma said, “Would you like to see what you’re not going to have tonight, Caroline?” as she began to take off her clothes slowly and teasingly. All she discarded though was her blouse and short skirt so that she was now standing in the sexy red longline bra, nylons and heels.
“I wore these just for you Caroline. I hope you like the outfit. I want you to get at least a little enjoyment while I’m punishing you.”
“Please, Norma. Do we have…” and her remark was cut off with another hard swat to the cheek from Norma’s hand. “Remember the rules, cunt! No talking unless I tell you to!”
“But you said…” and again Norma slapped her face and said, “I didn’t request an answer. When I do you’ll know it. So just shut up until then.” And then she stepped forward and kissed her deeply again, confounding but arousing Caroline even further.
Then the women’s attention was once more drawn to the action on the TV screen as the mistress moved to one side of the tied up woman. From out of nowhere a riding crop appeared in her hand and she waved it in front of the woman who showed real fear on her face. Next, the mistress drew back her arm and brought the crop sharply down on her slave’s ass. This wasn’t play acting; it was the real thing. Caroline looked fearfully over at Norma who remained still, however, watching the screen.
After they had watched a couple of minutes of the slave on-screen being flogged, Norma turned to Caroline and asked, “Well, you fucking cunt, do you think you will enjoy THIS part of this evening’s festivities, huh?” And she paused to take in the surprised look cross Caroline’s face as Caroline realized that Norma fully intended the same treatment for her.
“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you Norma? Oh, come on, please.”
“Wrong again, you cunt-slurping whore. I fully intend to whip you quite severely. That is, severely enough so that you won’t ever forget this evening for the rest of your life. Now, are you ready to get on with it?” The question was rhetorical so Norma didn’t expect an answer as she reached under a sofa cushion and withdrew a three-inch wide, thick leather strap about four feet long which she at once doubled over in half. “I don’t have a riding crop, but I think this’ll do quite nicely. Don’t you?”
“Oh, no… Norma… not that… please,” Caroline begged, her voice laced with real terror.
Norma once again slapped Caroline across the face, saying, “That’s for talking again without permission. But that won’t be anything compared to what you’re going to receive from THIS!” and she held the leather strap right up to Caroline’s terrified face. “Have you ever been whipped with a leather strap like this, dear? It really hurts. I mean REALLY hurts. And I’m going to whip you really good.”
“You can’t do this Norma! It’ll leave marks and Brad’ll see them!” Caroline cried.
“Leave marks, I should think so indeed,” Norma sneered. “Yes. I fully intend to leave marks. Not only on your body - those’ll heal eventually - but on your soul as well. And furthermore, that’s all bullshit about Brad seeing those marks. You told me you haven’t had sex with him in months, you lying cum-sucking cunt. And even if he does see them, that’s your problem. Just try telling him the truth about where they came from. Anyway, it’d probably get that perverted mind of his so inflamed he’d just rape your filthy ass. Hmmmm, not a bad idea, is it, huh?” and she chuckled.
“Now. Let’s see,” Norma pretended to ponder, “where to start.”
Stepping to Caroline’s side she quickly reached out and yanked the frightened woman’s panties down to her knees in one deft movement baring her large round jutting ass. “At least your fat ass is good for something, you slut. It gives me a nice big target to aim at.”
And with that Norma reared back and cut loose with the strap with all her might. It came down squarely on Caroline’s ass with an astounding whack which caught Bobby unawares, sitting spellbound, and listening, and he jumped at the sound.
Not a second later Caroline let out a blood curdling shriek as the pain of the lash seared through her body. Stepping back to admire her work, Norma saw a wide red stripe covering the middle of her victim’s buttocks from hip to hip.
“From the sound of it, you really liked that. Let’s try another one.” And once again she brought the strap down with a loud crack. It had the same result as the first lash and Caroline howled from the pain.
Norma saw tears streaking down Caroline’s cheeks and stepped up to her and began licking the tears away. Mistaking Norma’s action for a softening, Caroline whimpered, “Please, Norma, I’m sorry, please don’t hit me anymore.”
Norma didn’t slap her this time for speaking unbidden, but simply said, “No more?” with mock incredulity. “Darling, I’m just starting!”
“Ohh, please, Norma. The pain - I can’t stand the pain. It hurts so much,” she cried.
“But, lover, it’s supposed to hurt. I told you it would, didn’t I. That’s why I’m whipping you, don’t you understand. I want to hurt you. I want you to feel extreme pain for what you did to me and Bobby. You need to feel it.” Even to her own ears, Norma’s justification for her actions sounded hollow, but she was determined to carry out her plan anyway.
“Three more on that fat ass of yours and then we’ll take a little breather,” Norma said, even as she raised the strap and brought it down again and again and again. Caroline’s behind was now one big bright red blotch as she sobbed, slumping forward in a futile attempt to alleviate the unbearable effects of the lash.
“God, that’s fun. I never had any idea how satisfying it would be to make you suffer. I love it!”
Continuing to work herself up into a lather, Norma positioned herself in front of Caroline and grabbed her jaw forcefully in her free hand and lifted the crying woman’s head. She bent and once more began licking the tears from Caroline’s cheeks and then began kissing her, running her tongue all around her lips and into her mouth. Drawing back she said , “Well, darling, have you had enough?” to which Caroline replied, “Yes, yes - oh, it hurts so much. I’ve had enough.”
“That’s too bad, Caroline, because I haven’t and I’m not finished yet. But I am done whipping your ass so take a guess at what’s next.” Norma said, her voice taking on a really mean and hard edge.
Caroline looked at her wide-eyed with the dawning realization of what was coming and said, “Ohhhhh, noooo. Please. Please, please, please don’t do this, Norma. I’ll do anything you want - I promise - but please don’t do this.”
“That’s right, keep it up, you little slut. Keep on begging. It’s music to my ears. But let’s see, now. We don’t want anything to get in the way of your enjoyment so we nee
d to make a little adjustment here,” and she reached over to Caroline and insert her hand inside the bra cup that still concealed one breast and pulled it roughly out. She caressed the tit gently and pulled lightly on the nipple and bent down and tongued it for a couple of seconds, making it hard. Then she raised up and moved back and to one side.
“Nooooo, pleeeeeease,” Caroline wailed, throwing her head back between her extended arms
But it was to no avail as Norma once more swung her arm back and around bringing the strap fiercely across Caroline’s exposed breasts which were being held out by the bra. Just as before it left a broad red strip right across the middle of both tits and Caroline howled again from the pain.
After having lashed Caroline’s breasts twice more, Norma suddenly felt a let down. It was enough. She just didn’t want to do this anymore, so without saying a word she marched over to the wall and undid the cord from the cleat and slowly released the tension on the line, watching as Caroline’s arms came down in front of her. She was afraid for a second that the woman might faint, but she didn’t as she remained standing, sobbing, with her head down.
Norma went over to her and first undid the cord and then loosened the ties binding Caroline’s wrists. As soon as they were free her hands shot immediately up to her painful breasts and she began to massage them gently as her face drew up in a grimace. Then she put both hands behind her and began to massage her rump at which point Norma hurried around and looped a tie around her wrists and made them fast together again behind her back.
Startled, Caroline inquired, “What are you doing now, for christsake?”
“Quiet, you bitch, or I’ll string you up again and start all over,” Norma commanded.
Seeing that her hands were tightly bound, Norma went and sat on the edge of the coffee table and leaned back on her hands as she spread her legs.
“Down on your knees, whore and get over her and suck my cunt!. You’re going to make me cum. Be quick about it, too - or else!”
Caroline obeyed meekly and dropped to her knees in front of Norma, lowered her head to her sopping pussy and began to french her out with her lips and tongue as Norma leaned back on her elbows and played with her own tits and nipples.
Bobby, still concealed behind the stair partition, listened in dumbfounded silence to all of these events. He couldn’t believe what was happening and his emotions were in a disordered heap. Never before had he seen this cruel, vicious side of his mother; he had no idea it existed. What was more unnerving to him, however, was the fact that his mother was this very moment having her cunt eaten by another woman! He knew there were lesbians in the real world, but never for a minute suspected that his mother might be one. His young and simplistic mind was having trouble reconciling that someone could enjoy sex with both men and women as was now apparently the case with his mother.
At once he felt extremely jealous, but this was hinged with a growing eroticism at the sound of Mrs. Bishop sucking her off. Soon he heard the unmistakeable sounds of his mother approaching an orgasm and wished that he could witness what was happening, but knew he couldn’t risk even a peak for fear of being caught.
When Mrs. Bishop had finished her off, Bobby heard his mother say, “Well, at least your fucking mouth still works, bitch. Now - pick up your clothes and get the hell out of here. Right now. I’ve had enough of you for one night. Go on, get out of here.”
The tone of her voice more than the actual words roused Bobby out of his reverie and he suddenly realized that he needed to move very quickly. As silently as he could he moved his cramped muscles and began to ascend the stairs and just in time. No sooner had he once again hidden himself behind the kitchen swinging door than a sobbing Mrs. Bishop, dressed in only panties and bra and holding the rest of her clothes bundled in one arm, came into the kitchen and went quickly out the back door.
Part 9
Having barely gotten hidden in the kitchen and witnessed Mrs. Bishop’s hasty retreat out the back door Bobby wasn’t sure what to do. Then he heard his mother’s footsteps at the top of the stairs as she entered the hallway. Luckily for him she headed to the living room. When he was sure she wasn’t moving around, he very cautiously went to the back door and then opened and closed it loudly as if he had just come home. Then he turned on the kitchen lights and went directly to the refrigerator and opened it as he usually did every time he came home. Typical teenager, he thought to himself.
Just as he closed the fridge door without having taken anything he heard his mother call from the living room, “Bobby, is that you?”
“Yeah, mom, I’m home,” and he turned and headed for the living room.
There sat his mother on the sofa. When she saw him she asked, “Hey, you’re home real early. What happened?”
“Uh, Ariel got sick just as we got to the theater and wanted to go home. Uh, woman problems - you know.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Kinda spoiled your evening, huh?”
“Naw, not really. I’d rather be home with you anyway.”
“Oh Bobby, you’re so sweet.”
Bobby couldn’t take his eyes off Norma. He’d never seen her so alluring before. As he sat at the opposite end of the couch from her he could plainly see her big dark nipples and aureola through the sheer material of her blouse. Noticing to where his attention was directed Norma remarked, “It’s a nice outfit, don’t you think?”
“Uh, yeah mom, real nice. How come you’re dressed up like that?”
“Oh, no real reason,” Norma teased, “I just felt like it. And I knew you’d like it too, huh.” Bobby just let it go although he was strongly tempted to pursue the issue. He was still feeling the pangs of jealousy. As these thoughts crossed his mind he got a strange look in his eye. Norma caught it almost instantly and said, “What’s the matter, son? Something wrong?”
Bobby hesitated a second, but then, to change the topic he said, “Mom. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, darling. What is it?”
“Well, I know you said we can never touch each other, uh, you know, sexually. But do you think it would be alright if I kissed you? I really want to kiss you, mom.”
Norma considered this for a moment and said, “Wellll. I’m not sure it’s a good idea, but I do know that you sure deserve something more than I’ve been giving you so far. Did you lock the back door when you came in?”
“Oh shit. No, I didn’t. I’ll do it right now,” and he immediately got up and went to do it. Then he heard Norma call “While you’re out there would you get the bottle of wine out of the fridge? And bring a glass, too. Bring two glasses if you want some. And turn off the kitchen light when you come back.” While he was fetching the wine and glasses Bobby came to the decision that he would not bring up the incident in the den this evening. It would just ruin things for him if his mother found out that he knew all about what went on down in the den even if he hadn’t seen anything. He especially wasn’t going to bring up the business about Mrs. Bishop sucking her off. He was sure she didn’t want him knowing about something like that!
In a minute, Bobby returned with the wine bottle and two glasses. He unscrewed the cap on the cheap wine and poured both of them a glass, handing his mother her’s before retaking his seat on the sofa. Norma then raised her glass to him and said, “Here’s to us and a happy few days together.”
Without saying anything, Bobby raised his glass to Norma and took a healthy swig. Norma keep the glass to her mouth and sipped from it, sensing her son’s nervousness, but she didn’t say anything. Bobby was silent also and didn’t seem to know what to say or do, so Norma finally broke the deadlock with, “I thought you wanted to kiss me, dear?”
“I do, mom,” he said timidly.
“Well. You can’t do that from over there very well, can you?”
“I guess not,” he answered, but still didn’t make a move to get closer.
“Bobby. Why don’t you come and sit over here next to me. That way, when you get up the courage, you’ll be i
n a position to kiss me before you lose your nerve,” Norma said, teasingly. “Is there something the matter?”
Bobby slid over the cushions and came to rest next to Norma, sitting squarely forward, but close enough that their thighs were just barely touching. He could feel the heat from that contact and he could also now smell the aroma of sex from her body intermixed with her normal smell as well as a trace of her perfume. The combination was intoxicating and made him ever so slightly lightheaded.
“No, nothing’s the matter. It’s just that I’m really nervous now that I’m alone with you.”
“We’ve been alone before, love. As a matter of fact, if memory serves me right you even jacked off in front of me a couple of times. And now your nervous? About sitting here with your mother?”
“Well, you know. I mean, I’ve never kissed you before. You know, not in that way.”
“What way, darling?” Norma continued to bait him.
“You know.”
“No, Bobby, I don’t know. But why don’t you show me instead of just talking about it, OK?”
“Can I really, mom?”
“Sure, if that’s what you really want. I told you you could, didn’t I?” Norma’s voice was getting slightly gravelly now as she began to feel aroused from the game she was playing with her son and the thought of what was about to happen.
“Well, yeah,” Bobby answered, turning toward Norma and looking at her wide mouth with its full lipstick-red lips that arched so sexily. The thought passed through his mind at that point that he had never before noticed just how sexy her mouth was and he said, “Gee, mom, you’ve got a really sexy mouth, you know that?”
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