by Reed James
Punishing the Naughty Mommy
Incestuous Flesh Massaged 8
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Copyright © 2019 by Reed James
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Naughty Excerpt from “Punishing the Naughty Mommy”
Cum dripped off Mrs. Armstrong's face. My brother's cum.
A shudder rippled through my body. This was so hot. Melody, my half-sister, and I made the MILF cum. She wasn't supposed to. Her wimpy husband, being trained to be her dominant master by my brother, had given her orders.
I was surprised she held off from cumming as long as she did. Mr. Armstrong wasn't the most dominating man even now.
“How shall we punish her?” Clint asked Mr. Armstrong. “She came, she sucked my dick without your permission, and she licked Zoey's cunt.”
I loved it. Clint just rammed his cock into her mouth while she was riding my strap-on dildo. I licked my lips, Melody's sweet pussy juices coating my mouth and cheeks. She tasted so good. I loved the incestuous flavor.
“Well?” Clint asked again. He was such a strong, young man. Tall, his hair dark, his body muscular. He must have taken one of those super Viagra pills because he was still hard, his dick thrusting hard before him. He stood over the MILF, her lush face dripping with cum. His seed fell down onto her round breasts.
I loved his cum. He had bred me with that incestuous seed. It was so hot. I only found out today.
“Uh...” Mr. Armstrong was a slender man. He was still holding his cock, jerking it off as we played with his wife.
As Clint used her mouth.
“Be a man,” Clint growled. “She came. She indulged in her pleasures.” A smile grew on Clint's lips. “She sucked on my cock.”
“Spank her,” Mr. Armstrong said. It almost sounded like a question.
I rolled my eyes.
Melody giggled as she pressed against Clint, her round breasts swaying. She had loose, sandy-blonde hair spilling around her flushed face. I made her cum hard. She held our brother the way a lover would. She was his first sister. One of the two of us he loved the most.
“That's it?” asked Clint. “Just spank her? We've already done that.”
I nodded my head. Clint spanked her hard and then her husband took it up as punishment for her being a lying cunt. She came to the lesbian massage parlor I worked at, founded by our friends Juana and her sister-slave. After enjoying our services, she'd freaked out when she realized her daughter had made her cum.
She almost destroyed the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor with her selfishness.
She hated Stefani, her daughter and my lover, for being in a lesbian relationship with me. Then she came to our massage parlor multiple times. Clint had convinced Mr. Armstrong that his wife was a cheating, dyke whore because the wimpy guy wasn't a strong husband giving her what she needed.
Control and pleasure.
“She needs more than being spanked.” Clint grinned at Melody. She winked a hazel eye. “Bondage.”
“Um...” Mr. Armstrong said. “Well, I have the rope in the car you had me buy. I haven't tied her up since last week.”
This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.
“No, we need more than that,” Clint said. “Let's go to our dungeon.”
“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.
To find out what happens next, read on!
Punishing the Naughty Mommy
Cum dripped off Mrs. Armstrong's face. My brother's cum.
A shudder rippled through my body. This was so hot. Melody, my half-sister, and I made the MILF cum. She wasn't supposed to. Her wimpy husband, being trained to be her dominant master by my brother, had given her orders.
I was surprised she held off from cumming as long as she did. Mr. Armstrong wasn't the most dominating man even now.
“How shall we punish her?” Clint asked Mr. Armstrong. “She came, she sucked my dick without your permission, and she licked Zoey's cunt.”
I loved it. Clint just rammed his cock into her mouth while she was riding my strap-on dildo. I licked my lips, Melody's sweet pussy juices coating my mouth and cheeks. She tasted so good. I loved the incestuous flavor.
“Well?” Clint asked again. He was such a strong, young man. Tall, his hair dark, his body muscular. He must have taken one of those super Viagra pills because he was still hard, his dick thrusting hard before him. He stood over the MILF, her lush face dripping with cum. His seed fell down onto her round breasts.
I loved his cum. He had bred me with that incestuous seed. It was so hot. I only found out today.
“Uh...” Mr. Armstrong was a slender man. He was still holding his cock, jerking it off as we played with his wife.
As Clint used her mouth.
“Be a man,” Clint growled. “She came. She indulged in her pleasures.” A smile grew on Clint's lips. “She sucked on my cock.”
“Spank her,” Mr. Armstrong said. It almost sounded like a question.
I rolled my eyes.
Melody giggled as she pressed against Clint, her round breasts swaying. She had loose, sandy-blonde hair spilling around her flushed face. I made her cum hard. She held our brother the way a lover would. She was his first sister. One of the two of us he loved the most.
“That's it?” asked Clint. “Just spank her? We've already done that.”
I nodded my head. Clint spanked her hard and then her husband took it up as punishment for her being a lying cunt. She came to the lesbian massage parlor I worked at, founded by our friends Juana and her sister-slave. After enjoying our services, she'd freaked out when she realized her daughter had made her cum.
She almost destroyed the Lady's Touch Massage Parlor with her selfishness.
She hated Stefani, her daughter and my lover, for being in a lesbian relationship with me. Then she came to our massage parlor multiple times. Clint had convinced Mr. Armstrong that his wife was a cheating, dyke whore because the wimpy guy wasn't a strong husband giving her what she needed.
Control and pleasure.
“She needs more than being spanked.” Clint grinned at Melody. She winked a hazel eye. “Bondage.”
“Um...” Mr. Armstrong said. “Well, I have the rope in the car you had me buy. I haven't tied her up since last week.”
This was the Armstrongs second lesson Clint had given. Last week, he taught Mr. Armstrong how to safely tie up his wife without hurting her.
“No, we need more than t
hat,” Clint said. “Let's go to our dungeon.”
“Dungeon?” squeaked Mrs. Armstrong.
“Does your wife have permission to speak?” Clint demanded.
“Quiet, whore,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice cracking. “You... you don't speak right now. Not after sucking his cock.”
She flushed and lowered her head, more cum dribbling off her cheeks. She wiggled her hips. I rolled my eyes, my hands playing with the harness of my strap-on dildo. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Stefani peeking into the living room. We were in the third house our family owned.
The play house.
“You have a dungeon?” Mr. Armstrong croaked. His face was pale.
“It's in the basement,” Clint said, nodding his head over his shoulder at a short hallway. There was a door there.
Mr. Armstrong marched towards it, passing Clint. My brother sighed, shook his head, then grabbed Mrs. Armstrong's dark-red hair in a firm grip. She gasped as my brother hauled her to her feet and dragged her after her husband, the woman half-bent over.
Pussy cream dripped down her thighs.
I smiled at Stefani as Mr. Armstrong opened the door and headed down the stairs, Clint following, dragging the man's wife like she was his personal sex slave. Melody sauntered after with a sway to her rump.
I winked at Stefani and followed, my fingers undoing the harness of the strap-on soaked in the MILF's juices. I dropped it on the ground and, as I headed down the stairs, I saw Stefani snag it up. I giggled as she licked at her mother's juices off the dildo.
She was eager to join the fun.
My large breasts jiggled with each step. They swayed back and forth, the thick carpet on the stairs muffling our footsteps. Clint made sure there was the most comfortable flooring for us to play on. This house saw us having sex everywhere. None of the kids were allowed in here.
At least, not until they were eighteen.
I reached the bottom and entered our dungeon. Pam, my half-Japanese sister, waited. You would never know she was actually one of our family members, but our father, like Clint, had a thing for Asian women. My mother and Aunt Vicky would bring him sexy, Far East beauties for him to enjoy.
Both my mom and aunt were good sex slaves to both my dead dad and Clint.
“I knew she would break,” Pam said. The petite, Japanese woman wore a black corset about her torso, lifting her round breasts into two delicious mounds. Her dark-brown nipples thrust out hard. She wore her hair in a French braid, falling black down her back, a few errant strands tumbling down her porcelain cheeks. A bubbling laugh burst from her lips, full of her amusement.
“I have plenty of delights to use on her to punish her,” said Pam. She motioned to a table where she'd set out a variety of wicked delights.
“Darn,” muttered Mr. Armstrong as he stared at the massive butt plug sitting beside the other items. Clothespins, clover clamps, vampire gloves, a Wartenberg wheel, several leather straps, two paddles (one with holes drilled through the polished wood), a pair of flails (one with thick leather straps and the other fine, thin tails), a whip, a coil of red rope, handcuffs, and a spreader bar.
“What do you want to use on her?” asked Clint as he pushed Mrs. Armstrong down on her knees. Pam came up to him, pressing against his side, her eyes bright.
“I don't know,” Mr. Armstrong said. He picked up the Wartenberg Wheel. It looked like a pizza slicer except the wheel had small, blunt teeth that would roll across your skin. It was a medical device to check nerve function.
It felt wicked rolling across your flesh.
“This is... I mean...”
“Fine,” Clint growled. “A man shouldn't hesitate. He needs to be in control. Make decisions.” He snatched up the red rope. “Watch.”
Mrs. Armstrong gasped as he pushed her down onto belly, her breasts flattening on the ground. Her hips wiggled from side to side. He pulled her arms behind her back and bound her wrists together. She shuddered as he wrapped them up, braiding the rope around her arms as he worked higher and higher.
“Oh, wow,” groaned Mr. Armstrong as he watched Clint work with skill.
Melody hugged Pam from behind. She nuzzled into our Japanese half-sister, cupping Pam's tits. She moaned, wiggling in delight, melting into Melody's embrace. The two loved each other as much as my brother.
My pussy clenched as Melody pinched Pam's nipples.
Clint pulled Mrs. Armstrong up into a kneeling position as he went to work on her body. He wound the rope around her stomach, then did a complicated braiding to wrap the rope up her belly, the red cable beautiful against her pale skin. He then looped the rope around her tits. He squeezed her mounds with the rasping hemp.
Mrs. Armstrong moaned as first her right tit then her left were wrapped, her breasts jiggling, looking swollen. Her nipples were hard. Cum dribbled down her face. She licked her lips, tasting the cum. She whimpered, her body shifting, kneeling there as Clint finished his knots.
Stairs creaked behind me.
Clint glanced up and smiled. “Well, if your father can't decide how to punish your mother, what do you think?”
I threw a look behind me to see Stefani peeking around the corner. She blushed. What, did she think we wouldn't notice her? She stepped out naked, her round breasts jiggling, her fiery hair sweeping around her shoulders. She had a sleek stomach that flowed down to her shaved pussy, her dandelion tattoo looking so hot on her pubic mound.
“You're being naughty, Dandi,” I purred. I loved the pet names we had for each other.
“I have, Yunie,” she said, winking at me.
My hands idly brushed my unicorn tattoo on my shaved pubic mound.
“Well, let's see,” said Stefani. “How to punish my bitch of a mother... Hmm...”
Her father gaped at her, his hand covering his hard cock. Her mother squirmed, staring down, her cheeks going scarlet, making my brother's cum really stand out. Stefani had a saunter to her steps, juices dripping down her thighs.
“How should I make you suffer for being such a hypocritical dyke, Mother?” hissed Stefani. She grabbed a Paddle. “Maybe I should spank your ass until it's black and blue?”
“Mmm,” moaned Melody, her fingers pinching Pam's nipples. Both their eyes watched with molten lust in them, Pam's slanted and dark.
“Hot,” whimpered Pam.
“Or should we whip you?” Stefani asked. “I'm pretty good at the whip. I can raise welts across your ass. One for every time your tongue licked through my pussy.”
“What?” asked Mr. Armstrong.
“Oh, Daddy, Mommy ate my pussy and loved it,” purred Stefani. “She had her tongue deep in me. She feasted on me. Oh, she's a pussy-licking fiend.”
“Yes, she is,” I purred.
Mr. Armstrong swallowed. “Why is my daughter here?”
“She's not supposed to be,” Clint said, giving my lover a hard look. “But she's a concerned party. She was hurt badly by your whore-wife's actions. She has every right to punish her.”
“She ate my pussy, Daddy, then called me a freak,” hissed Stefani. “She pretended she didn't love the taste of my cunt. She feasted on me.”
“Oh, yes, she did,” I purred.
Mr. Armstrong swallowed. “Well, honey, I'm sorry. Your mother is... is a whore. She shouldn't have eaten your pussy at all. She should have been a faithful wife.”
“I should have,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “I'm trying. I just...”
“You need to be a man, Daddy,” said Stefani. She picked up the vampire glove. It was made of fine, black leather, the palms and fingers covered with fine needles. “Now this is naughty. If you're not careful, you can draw blood. It scratches. Lee always howled when Clint rubs her with it. The way she cums with it...” My lover shook her head. “No, no, this isn't right.”
She passed the clover clamps, a type of nipple clamp with springs. When you tugged on the chains at the end, they tightened, squeezing the nubs harder. She brushed the massive butt plug, shaped like a smooth Christma
s tree that flared nearly as wide as my wrist. She touched it, rocking it, before she moved to the box full of clothespins.
“Mmm, these,” she said, picking it up. “Shall we decorate her, Yunie?”
I smiled at her and sauntered over, passing the MILF, my brassy hair dancing about my shoulders. My pink nipples throbbed. Once, I'd let Melody clamp one. It hurt and yet felt exciting. It wasn't for me. I wasn't a pain slut like Mrs. Armstrong clearly was.
I took one from the box and opened it. It was a regular wooden clothespin. The spring snapping the jaws back shut when I released them. Mrs. Armstrong trembled, her bound tits looking so swollen. So in need of being decorated by them.
Stefani and I knelt before her. We both reached for her breasts, for her mother's hard nipples. Just as we were about to clamp her nubs, Clint said, “You're not even going to say it's okay, Mr. Armstrong?”
“Okay?” the weak man said.
“They're about to play with your wife,” Clint said, “and you're not objecting? Are you just going to let us do whatever we want to your wife?”
“Well...” The man swallowed.
I clamped Mrs. Armstrong's left nipple as Stefani snapped her clothespin on the right. The wooden jaws pinched both pink nipples, compressing them. Mrs. Armstrong gasped. Her back arched. She let out whimpers, pain and pleasure crossing her face.
“Whoops,” I said. “Should we take them off, Mr. Armstrong?”
“Yes, should we, Daddy?” Stefani asked, her eyes smoky.
“It's okay,” he said. “She needs to be punished and... and... I'm sorry if she said the things she said, Stefani. After all... The things your mother has done.”
My girlfriend and I grinned at each other. Then our hands darted into the box and pulled out the clothespins. We attacked her mother. We clipped them on her breasts, pinching her skin. Her mom moaned, her green eyes wide. Her head threw back as the clothespins swayed while her swollen breasts jiggled.
One after the other, we circled her tits. She moaned louder and louder. Her face contorted. I breathed in deeply, inhaling tangy musk. Her mother dripped juices as we applied more and more of them. I'd heard Lee or my mother making noises like this, that mix of pain and pleasure.
