Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  Susan came.

  She screamed as she came, unable to choke back the ecstasy of it. Her cunt rippled in fiery waves along Tommy’s cock, her convulsions strong.

  Tommy pushed his cock into his mother’s gripping cunt, lifting his head back and starting to groan as his balls tightened.

  “I’m gonna come!” he yelped. “Ohhhh, shit, I’m gonna come!”

  “Fill her fucking cunt, Tommy!” Freddie urged. “Mom loves to have a cock come in her rotten cunt!”

  “Yes!” Susan screamed. “Yes, yes, yes! Do it! Do it now!”

  Her cunt was convulsing tightly, holding the base of Tommy’s throbbing cock, milking and sucking. She felt his cock swell, then the powerful squirts of his come struck the velvety walls of her burning pussy, sending her into a series of groaning orgasms.

  Tommy’s cock, buried as far as possible inside his mother’s cunt, gushing copiously, flooding her pussy with the thick juices of his young balls.

  She felt his body shaking her ass as she came, and she mumbled under her breath, “More, please… give it all to me, Tommy… your cock is so sweet to Mother’s cunt… love it so much.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Susan’s arm were tied, her wrists almost up between her shoulder blades, her shoulder sockets on fire. But that wasn’t all that was painful. They had cut off a broom, and the handle was now tied behind her knees, and she was squatting near the window of the front room. A leash, leather and made for a big dog, was around her neck, a leather strap attached and secured to a hook they had driven into the wall.

  With the way her arms and hands had been bound behind her back, the handle of the broom behind her knees, Susan had to sit with her shoulders back. The position caused her tits to lift and strain outward. Her nipples, to her horror, were like hard rubber, tingling until she thought she would go out of her mind if she couldn’t scratch them.

  They had allowed her to sleep, but she had been secured in a spreadeagled position on her bed. Now, almost at noon of the second day of her torment, she was near the window, helplessly and painfully bound again, squatting with her knees pulled apart, her cunt quite visible. She was thankful that they had fed her last night and this morning. But they had not allowed her to use the bathroom.

  She wanted to piss so bad.

  She wanted to ask them to release her so she could take a piss, but it would have been useless. They ignored her pleas, looking at her with those lewd eyes.

  Last night she had asked for a drink of water, and Tommy had slapped her face hard, bringing tears to her eyes. She finally got water just before they tied her to the bed for the night. This morning she felt some hope when they gave her coffee.

  Now Susan was beginning to be afraid. Not so much of her sons, but of someone coming to the door. A salesman, a delivery man, anyone. She would not put it past either of her sons to open the door wide and let a stranger see her tied up so lewdly, naked, this way.

  She could look out the window, see people walking by. It was so unreal to her. Everything was normal out there, yet inside the house she was both prisoner and victim to her teenaged sons.

  Freddie and Tommy were wearing pants, their chests bare. Tommy, though, allowed his cock to hang from his open fly, proud of his prick, proud to show it off to his mother.

  They loved seeing her tied up and helpless, she knew. They enjoyed being able to touch her any place they wanted, anytime they wanted. The more lewd they could position her, the better they liked it.

  And, God help me, Susan thought, so do I!

  She was ambivalant in her feelings, though. When she wasn’t tied up, she didn’t want it, but once they had her bound, she found herself enjoying it more and more. She was thrilled by the shame she felt, by the horrible sense of humiliation and degradation.

  At first she was horrified to find her cunt getting soaked when they tied her up, but no longer. She now anticipated her arousal. This morning, when they first made her squat by the window, she had come, but not so hard the boys were aware of it.

  “Let’s stick something up her fucking cunt,” Freddie said suddenly, looking at the way their mother’s cunt was spread out. “Let’s stick something up her pussy and make her keep it in.”

  “What?” Tommy asked. “We don’t have anything.”

  “Sure we do,” Freddie said, getting to his feet and going to the kitchen. He returned with a huge cucumber, holding it in front of his pants and rubbing a fist back and forth as though it was his cock. Susan stared at it, feeling fear.

  “Freddie,” she said, pleading with her son, “please, don’t make me more ashamed than I am now. Don’t put that thing in me. Please, baby, don’t!”

  He stood before her, pretending the cucumber was his cock, smashing it against her nipples, sinking it into her firm tits. He rubbed the end of the vegetable against her face and lips, trying to push it into her mouth.

  “Wanna have a suck of my big cock, Mom?” he taunted her. “Come on, Mom. Suck my great big cock.”

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Tommy stood at her side, and, while Freddie was trying to press the tip of the cucumber into her mouth, he grabbed her tit and twisted cruelly. Her tongued shot out of her mouth, licking frantically at the cucumber, her tongue swirling.

  “That’s better, Mom,” Freddie laughed nastily. “Lick on my cucumber cock.”

  Tommy was still squeezing and twisting her tit, sharp pain shooting through her chest. Susan licked furiously at the end of the cucumber, hoping her action would make Tommy release her tit.

  “I bet you’d lick a real cock even better, Mom,” Freddie said. “I bet you’re a damn good cocksucker, huh?”

  Susan, her tongue racing about the end of the cucumber, stared up at her son, her eyes wet with shame.

  “Wanna lick on my cock, Mom?” Tommy said. “You can suck my cock. I bet your mouth is as wet and hot as your fucking cunt, too.”

  “Let me shove this thing up her cunt,” Freddie said, squatting and then leaning between his mother’s wide-open knees. “I’ll put this in her pussy and you can fuck her cocksucking mouth, Tommy.”

  Susan felt her son pressing the cucumber into her cunt. She closed his eyes in shame and felt tears roll down her cheeks. The cucumber was huge, three times the size of either of their cocks. It stretched her cunt painfully, and she felt as if she were being sliced in half.

  The cucumber entered her cunt after a few thrusts. Susan felt searing pain shoot from her cunt to the top of her head. Over half the cucumber was up her pussy, the other end resting on the floor. If she slipped and sat down, it would be driven into her body all the way, causing serious harm, she knew.

  The boys stepped back and looked at her, eyes glowing with her shame. Tommy’s cock had become very hard with excitement, thrusting outward with a swollen head.

  “We need something to shove up her fucking ass,” Freddie said.

  “Take it out of me!” Susan begged, tears rolling down her smooth cheeks. “It hurts! Please, take that thing out of me!”

  “Fuck you, cunt face,” Freddie said.

  “Oh, God!” Susan sobbed. “Why? Why are you doing this to me? I’ve been a good mother, haven’t I?”

  “You untied Janice,” Tommy said. “We were having fun with her, and you let her go.”

  “I won’t ever do it again,” Susan promised, trying to lift her ass upward, but the cucumber was firmly inside her aching cunt. “You can do whatever you want with her… I won’t interfere anymore. Just take this thing out of me, please!”

  “What thing?” Freddie laughed.

  “This… this cucumber!”

  “Take it out of what, Mom?” he taunted.

  “Out of my… oh, damn you, Freddie! Take it out of my cunt! Yes, my cunt! Does that make you happy, hearing me say those things? Take it out of my cunt, my pussy, my twat, my snatch! Is that better? Is that what you want your mother to say? Cunt, pussy, snatch, twat!”

  Susan’s words caused her skin to ripple, an
d she knew she was excited too. She enjoyed saying those words in front of her sons, enjoying hearing them use such words, and to her horror, found it quite pleasant when they called her lewd names.

  The pain in her cunt was becoming pleasure. Her cunt felt stuffed to capacity, stretched more than ever and Susan was finding pleasure in it.

  She saw Tommy’s cock standing up very hard, and she wished they would take the cucumber from her and Tommy would fuck her. She could hardly believe she was the same woman of two days ago. She was becoming a wanton, she knew, a wanton who wanted to be tied up, bound helplessly, and have her sons do all kinds of degrading things to her body.

  She ran her tongue over her lips as she stared at Tommy’s cock. If her hands weren’t tied up, Susan would have enjoyed feehng that hard-on, playing with it, jacking him, maybe watching the come gush from that tiny piss hole. It was something she had never done before, jack a cock off and watch it squirt, but the idea was appealing to her.

  Tommy stepped closer to her, waving his cock in circles. Knowing what he was about to do, Susan trembled. She had never had a cock so close to her face before. She watched his cock come closer, warily, as if it were a snake about to strike. She tried to pull her head back, but Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it hard, making Susan cry out with pain.

  Holding his mother’s hair, Tommy ran the head of his cock over her throat and chin Susan felt the wetness on her flesh, the slippery heat of his dripping fluids. She swallowed, almost choking because Tommy had pulled her head back. He rubbed his cock over her lips and the tip of her nose, leaving it wet. She felt the burning heat of his smooth cock when he moved the tip over her upper lip, then the bottom one, circling her mouth.

  “Tommy, please,” she whimpered, her eyes staring into his. “Don’t do this to Mother. It’s… it’s shameful.”

  Tommy shoved the head of his cock between his mother’s lips. Susan gulped, holding her mouth open as wide as she could, not wanting her lips to touch his cock. She felt his cockhead on her tongue, then she felt the head of his cock touch the back of her throat. She gagged, causing her lips to close around the hard, hot, throbbing shaft.

  Freddie laughed, twisting her naked tits painfully, watching his brother’s cock slide inside their mother’s mouth.

  “Give her that cock, Tommy,” he said, twisting hard on Susan’s tits. “Mom, you better suck his cock. If you don’t, I’m gonna tear your tits off.”

  The pain was excruciating, and Susan tried to bob her head back and forth on Tommy’s cock. She didn’t know how to suck him, but she was trying desperately, willing to do anything to stop that searing pain in her tits.

  Tommy, still twisting his fingers in her hair, jerked her face back and forth, watching her lips riding on his cock. Susan wasn’t sucking her son now; he was fucking himself with her mouth. The heat of his cock, the hardness, the throbbing of it against her lips and tongue, the way it beat at her throat, surprised Susan. It wasn’t as unpleasant as she thought it would be.

  Freddie was still twisting her tits, and Tommy was still jerking her head by the hair, but the pain they were inflicting on her no longer felt so bad. Susan began to enjoy herself. The wet sounds of her mouth being jerked back and forth on Tommy’s cock even sounded good to her.

  The cucumber, still stuffed up her cunt, began to feel like a real cock to her. She began to lick at Tommy’s cock as he jerked her head back and forth. She felt him dripping on her tongue, making it slick. She was sure her throat would be bruised; he was jerking her so hard that the head of his cock banged against her tonsils.

  “I think I’m about to come,” Tommy grunted, looking down at his mother’s face.

  Susan’s eyes went wide. She didn’t want her son to come in her mouth. It would make her choke, maybe throw up. She tried to jerk her mouth off his cock, but he twisted her hair hard, making her scream in pain around his cock. She wanted to open her mouth, hoping his come would drip out and not go down her throat.

  Tommy cupped her chin, holding her mouth around his cock.

  He came.

  Susan’s eyes bugged as she tried to scream her horror. The come juice was squirting against the back of her throat, hot and scalding. She gulped, afraid not to swallow. When she gulped, her tongue pressed at his cock, and she felt the spasms of it as he spewed his come into her mouth. His balls pressed against her chin, his cock going deep.

  To her horror Susan felt her cunt explode, gripping in waves of orgasm around the cucumber. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth was filled with hot, thick, creamy come juice. Some of it seeped from the corners of her lips, dripping to her tits. The orgasm went on and on, and Susan was groaning around Tommy’s cock.

  “That was good,” Tommy gasped, pulling his cock from his mother’s mouth. He ran the wet tip of it about her lips, smearing them with come juice. “That was as good as her hot cunt, Freddie.”

  “I could see,” his brother said. “I think Mom is going to be a damn good cocksucker. She just needs a little more training, but she’s gonna be good, that’s for sure.”

  Tommy slipped out of his pants, and Susan stared at his cock and balls. His cock and balls were hairless. The taste of his come juice lingered on her tongue, and she decided it wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. In fact, she told herself, it was delicious. She wouldn’t mind sucking his cock of her own free will, without all this tying up and pain.

  Her mouth was coated with come juice, and she was afraid to lick her lips. She didn’t want her sons to know she enjoyed it. The more she could hide from them, the better it would be for her, she thought. If they knew she was learning to love all this, there was no telling how far they would go to torment her.

  She turned her head.

  Freddie was doing something with a strong cord, attaching something to it. They were clips of some sort, she saw.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, fear in her voice.

  “Just this,” he replied.

  Freddie clipped one to her nipple. The spring was very strong, and it sent boiling pain through her tit. She cried out.

  “Stuff this into her fucking mouth, Tommy,” Freddie said, handing his brother a pair of her panties. “They’re nice and dirty in the crotch. Mom won’t mind the taste of her own cunt, will you, Mom?”

  “Don’t you dare, Tommy!” she snapped, then her mouth was stuffed with her panties. She tasted the crotch, making a face. She groaned.

  Her nipple felt as if it was being cut from her tit. Freddie clamped the other nipple, drawing the cord around her neck and tying it there. Her tits were lifted higher, her nipples stretched, a searing pain in them. Her eyes looked wild, her torment showing in them.

  Her hands felt numb, her shoulders almost pulled out of their sockets. The broom handle beneath her knees had already caused her legs to go numb. The cucumber up her cunt felt even larger than before. The taste of her panties inside her mouth was sour, and she had to piss badly. Her tits burned with pain.

  “We should have a picture of her,” Freddie said. “We could show it around at school.”

  Susan shook her head violently. She would die of shame if anyone saw such a picture of her. Her shame would be exposed to all, and that would humiliate her until she couldn’t show her face outside ever again.

  Naked now, Tommy straddled his mother’s face, rubbing his crotch against her. Susan felt the heat of her son’s balls and cock on her face, and the way he rubbed his inner thighs along her cheeks felt good. If she did not have her panties stuffed into her mouth, she knew she would be licking and kissing at his crotch, his balls, his young cock.

  Freddie dropped his pants, stroking his cock as he watched his brother rubbing against their mother’s face. He moved up behind her, moving the swollen head of his cock in her hands, smearing her palms with precome. Susan, although she had very little feeling in her hands, felt him. She made an attempt to close her fingers about his cock.

  Freddie’s cock moved up and into her hair. She could feel
it throbbing against her scalp.

  Tommy stepped back, waving his cock before her eyes, watching his brother rub his prick through her hair.

  Susan couldn’t move and she couldn’t talk. Yet she loved the feel of both cocks on her flesh, but never would she tell her sons.

  Her head was suddenly jerked to one side, and she felt Freddie’s cock sliding along her cheek. Just as the head of his cock touched her lips, he came. The scalding come juice splashed onto Susan’s lips, and before she was aware of it, she opened her mouth. Come juice struck inside, and her tongue shoved the panties away. Freddie came over his mother’s lips, and Susan was trying desperately to get the head of his cock in her mouth before he finished.

  Freddie laughed, pulling his cock back, gushing come juice on her lips, her chin and her nose. Some splashed into her mouth, and Susan felt her cunt convulse again with a tight, burning orgasm.

  Freddie and Tommy sat on the couch looking at her. Her face was coated with come juice, her eyes looking pitifully in the way she pleaded silently. The panties had been shoved into her mouth again, and the sour taste of the crotch mingled with the taste of come juice.

  They had pulled the cucumber out of her cunt, and her need to piss was worse than ever. She was hurting badly.

  Susan couldn’t hold it back any longer.

  Her face burned with shame as she felt herself pissing.

  Freddie and Tommy laughed, watching the golden piss spurt from her hairy cunt, soaking into the carpet, pooling at her feet.

  Susan sobbed in shame, unable to stop pissing. This was, to her, a final degradation, letting her sons know she couldn’t control her bladder, watching her piss helplessly. She closed her eyes, and she pissed and pissed while her sons watched, roaring with delight.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Susan couldn’t understand her mixed emotions.

  Freddie and Tommy led her about the house on the leash now, sometimes allowing her to dress, often only in panties, or perhaps just a bra. Most of the time, though, she was naked.