He stood to one side, looking at his hanging mother, his eyes shining with wicked pleasure. His cock jerked up and down, and Joan could hardly see him through the tears flooding her eyes.
“Darling, please, not this!” she moaned. “Tie me up and fuck me piss on me, but this is horrible, Howie! It hurts my tits and cunt! You’re going to ruin them, baby!”
“Want me to put a fucking gag in your cocksucking mouth, Mother?” he warned, cupping his balls and squeezing them tenderly.
“But, Howie, if you ruin my cunt, you can’t fuck it!” she protested.
“You’ve got other places for my cock,” he giggled. “I can shove my cock down your cocksucking throat, or up your asshole.”
“Do it, baby,” she sobbed. “Take these things off me, and let me suck your cock! I’m a good cocksucker, darling, real good! And I like to feel a cock in my mouth! I’ll suck it so good for you! I like to have a cock in my mouth, Howie. Please, darling, it hurts!”
Howie stood at his mother’s head, running his cock through her hair, getting it sticky with his dripping juices. He wrapped his mother’s dark hair about his balls and cock, looking into her face. “I think I’ll jack off, Mother. I think I’ll just come in your fucking hair.”
“Then hurry,” she urged. “Hurry up and do it, then take these things off me!”
“Naw, you’d like that too much,” he said.
He began to lower her head, using the pulleys. When he had her face just below his balls, he stopped lowering her. Joan head hanging gazed at her son’s balls and hard cock. Despite the fiery pain in her nipples and cunt, she licked her lips, anticipating her son fucking her mouth with his hard cock.
Howie straddled his mother’s face, rubbing his balls back and forth, across her forehead, her nose, her lips. Joan opened her mouth, trying to pull his balls into it, but Howie seemed content to rub only. She thrust her tongue out, managing to lick at his balls. Her cunt was wet and throbbing, her clit trying to swell in the grip of that thing clenching it.
“You like my balls, Mother?” he asked, pressing the hard shaft of his cock against her chin. “You want to suck my balls?”
Joan moaned, her tongue twisting against his full, hairless balls. Howie pressed them down, and her lips parted. When his balls were in her mouth, Joan sucked them, her nose pressing between the cheeks of her son’s ass. There was a shitty odor, yet it somehow excited her. Jack had never done any of this to her, and Joan found it almost exhilarating. She sucked hard on Howie’s balls, feeling him press and rub his hard cock on her chin. He was dripping on her neck, and even that felt good to her.
“Suck my balls, you cocksucker!” Howie grunted, pulling up on the vise grips, sending a slashing pain through his mother’s tits. Joan howled around his balls as the pain sent tears from her eyes. “Suck my balls and I might, just might, take those grips off.”
Joan began to suck her son’s balls frantically, willing to do anything to get rid of those cruel grips. Her clit felt as if it had stretched a foot long, and the pain was terrible on that sensitive organ. She sucked ax his balls as her tongue flew around them. She could feel how loaded they were with come juice. Her nose pressed harder between the cheeks of his ass, resting now on his puckering asshole. The odor of shit was stronger, and Joan couldn’t understand her erotic response to it. It seemed to make her hotter than sucking his cock.
Howie let go of the grips, and they fell down, pulling brutally on her nipples. He drew his balls out of her mouth and rubbed the dripping head of his cock across her lips. Joan thrust her tongue out, licking the swollen head of his cock, tasting the juices on it. She licked at his piss hole, breathing heavily with ecstasy.
When he stepped away, she begged: “Put it in my mouth. Howie! Please, fuck my mouth! Baby, oh baby, fuck Mother in the mouth! I want to suck your cock, make you come in my hot, wet mouth!”
“You really want to suck my cock, Mother?”
“Oooo, yes!”
“Here, take it,” he said.
She opened her mouth wide, and Howie shoved his cock deep. He fucked into her mouth so fast and deep, Joan choked as his prick almost penetrated her throat. He gripped the back of her head, pulling her face up. He pushed his cock as hard as he could. Joan couldn’t breathe, and she was strangling on her son’s cock.
When she thought she was going to pass out from lack of air, he pulled his prick free. Joan gulped in air as quickly as she could. Howie watched her, stroking his cock, his eyes bright.
“I thought you wanted to suck my cock, Mother,” he laughed. “Shit, you didn’t even try.”
“You shoved it too deep, Howie,” she gasped. “I couldn’t suck.”
“Maybe later,” he replied, and he moved to her uplifted legs. He pulled on the vise grip pinching her clit, making his mother shriek with pain. He shoved the grip between her thighs, out of his way. Her head, was still down, but her ass was level with his cock. “I want some hot pussy, Mother,” he said. “And since you have the hottest pussy around, I guess it’s you.”
“Take that thing off first,” she said.
“I like it right where it is,” Howie replied, fingering his mother’s cunt. “It seems like your cunt likes it too, you’re so wet and hot.”
“I don’t like it!” she yelled. “It’s about to pull my clit off!”
“Good,” Howie laughed. “You don’t need it to back anyway. Who cares if you come or not. I sure don’t.”
Howie fucked his cock into his mother’s cunt, making her swing gently. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her against his body, his cock deep. Joan felt his prick throbbing inside her pussy, and began to clamp down on it with her hairy cunt lips. The quicker this was over with, the quicker he would take those evil things off her body.
“Oooo, that’s nice, honey,” she purred through the pain. “Fuck Mother’s cunt, Howie! Your cock feels so good in Mother’s cunt. Fuck me real hard! I love to have a hard cock fuck me hard and fast, Howie!”
Howie wasn’t paying any attention to his mother’s words, watching his cock fuck into her hairy cunt. He took hold of the vise grips again, and while fucking her, pulled on them, watching her cunt stretch. Joan howled with pain, her cunt clutching at his cock as tightly as possible.
Joan wiggled as best she could, trying to make Howie come, wanting him to come, wanting him to take those things off her nipples, off her clit. She felt more pain than pleasure now, and she didn’t like it at all.
Howie jerked his cock from her cunt. He let the vise grips drop by themselves, and the sudden pulling sent pain from Joan’s clit to the top of her head. She screamed loudly. Howie moved to his mother’s head again, his cock dripping with cunt juice.
“Lick it, Mother,” he said, shoving his cock to her lips. “Lick my cock and see how you like the taste of your fucking cunt!”
Joan began to lick frantically at her son’s cock, tasting the hot juices of her own pussy. She swirled her tongue around, lapping it all up, then pulled the head of his cock between her lips, tasting his seeping fuck juices with her own. Her cunt throbbed despite the pull of the grips.
Howie pulled his cock away.
“That was very good, Mother,” he laughed down at her. “You like the taste of your fucking cunt.”
“Yes, Howie,” Joan said, shamefaced. But it was the truth; she did enjoy the taste of her own pussy.
“Tell me how much you like it!” He picked up the belt and began lashing at the back of his mother’s thighs with it. Each blow caused her to swing back and forth.
“Oh, God, that hurts, Howie!” she screamed.
“Tell me, you cunt!”
“I love it!” Joan screamed. “Owww, I love it very much, Howie!”
“You like cunt, don’t you, Mother?” he asked harshly, hitting her thighs harder and harder. “You’re a fucking cocksucker and a cuntlicker, right?”
“Yes, I am!” Joan screeched, the pain in her thighs severe now. Jack had never struck her this hard. “I’m a cuntlicker,
Howie! I love to eat pussy! I love to suck cock! Ohhh, stop! It’s killing me!”
“You want to eat a sloppy, juicy cunt, Mother?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Howie dropped the belt and fucked all his fingers into her cunt, pulling the grips to one side. The pain slashed through her cunt. He fucked his fingers in and out of his mother’s hairy pussy, then shoved his wet hand into her face. Joan began to lick at the wetness frantically, tears flowing from her eyes. Howie shoved his fingers into her mouth, and Joan sucked wildly.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he turned and shoved his ass into her face. “Suck my ass, you cunt!”
Joan shot her tongue out, licking up and down the hot crack of her son’s ass. He shoved his hands behind his ass, pulling the asscheeks wide. Joan pursed her lips and kissed her son’s asshole, then began to lick at it ma frenzy. She felt his asshole pucker tightly, and wanted to try and get her tongue into it, but was afraid Howie wouldn’t like it. She didn’t want to do anything he didn’t enjoy; he might hurt her worse.
She had her tongue pressing and licking in hot circles on his asshole when Howie suddenly farted. Joan groaned with distaste, trying to pull her face out of his ass. But Howie squirmed tighter, preventing her from pulling away. Joan felt the hot air of the fart scorching her tongue, and since her lips had been open, she inhaled the foul fumes.
Again her son farted, right into her mouth.
He laughed and wiggled his ass into her face for a moment longer, straining to fart again. Unable to, he pulled his ass out of his mother’s face and looked down into her eyes. Her face burned with shame, and tears glistened on her cheeks. She closed her eyes, ashamed to look at her son now.
“You like those fans, you cunt?” he asked, giggling with delight. “Fartface, that’s what we can call you I guess. You get off by having fans in your cocksucking mouth!”
Joan felt more humiliated than ever before. To have someone fan in her face was the ultimate degradation, she thought.
“Fartface,” Howie said again, pleased with himself. His cock was still throbbing hard, dripping all over the place. He lifted one vise grip that clung to his mother’s nipple, then let it fall again. Joan screamed as the weight of it jerked on her tender nipple. “Fartface, cocksucker, cuntlicker! Some fucking mother you are!”
He moved again to her ass, and started rubbing his cock up and down, sliding the swollen cockhead between the cheeks of her ass. Again he shoved the grips between her thighs out of his way. He stroked his cock along her very juicy cunt gash, then down to her ass again. When Joan felt his hands pulling the cheeks of her ass open, she began to whimper, knowing very well what he was going to do. Even Jack had not shoved his cock into her asshole, for which she had been thankful.
Howie began to press the smooth head of his cock against her tight asshole. Joan squeezed her ass ring as tight as she could, trying to prevent the penetration.
“You better open up, Mother,” he warned. “If you don’t open your fucking asshole for me, I’m gonna stick a broom handle up it!”
“Please, baby, don’t!” she begged. “Not there! You’re too big for my asshole! Fuck me in my cunt, Howie! Ohhh, please, fuck Mother’s cunt! You like my pussy, darling! It’s hairy and wet and so hot! I love it when you lick my cunt!”
Howie stepped back, picked up the belt, and began to lash at her thighs and hips, turning her flesh a bright pink. Joan sobbed with the pain.
“Now, open your fucking asshole for me!” he demanded, shoving his cock against her ass once more.
He pushed hard, and the head of his cock popped into his mother’s asshole. Joan screamed. It felt as if his cock had sliced her open, and the need to shit was strong. She felt her asshole squeeze, trying to expel his cock, but it didn’t work. He fucked in deeper, and she felt his lower stomach pressing at her creamy ass.
Howie lifted the grips from between her thighs and pulled on them, stretching his mother’s clit. Joan kept screaming as new pain went through her. As he pulled on the vise grips. Howie started fucking his mother in her asshole. He shoved a couple of fingers into her cunt at the same time.
The pain in her asshole went all the way to her head, and the more she screamed, the harder her son pulled at her cunt. She couldn’t tell which hurt worse, her cunt or her burning, stretching asshole. She sobbed as he fucked fast into her asshole, the need to shit becoming very, very strong now. She felt stretched so wide.
“Take it out!” she yelled. “Oh, Howie, please take your cock out! My God, it hurts! Don’t fuck me there Howie! Fuck my cunt… it’s wet for you! Please, don’t fuck me in the ass anymore!”
“Shut up or I’ll shit in your ticking face, Mother,” he growled, fucking faster.
Joan sobbed and tried to keep from screaming, even when he was pulling very hard on her tender clit.
Howie rammed his cock deeply, his balls smashing at her ass. He was close to coming and with a grunt, he jerked his prick from her asshole. Joan quickly clenched her ass ring, afraid of shitting. Still, her asshole felt so wet and open.
Howie moved near her face again, and she saw how hard his cock was. Her eyes flew open when he shoved his slimy cock to her lips.
“Noooo!” she wailed.
But Howie grabbed his mother’s hanging hair, jerking it hard, sending searing pain through her head. Her mouth flew open to scream, and he rammed his cock into her mouth. Joan was crying hard now, her son’s cock between her lips. It tasted of shit, like his farts.
“Suck it, cunt!” Howie demanded harshly. “Suck the slit off my cock! Suck it good! I’m gonna come in your fucking mouth, Mother!”
Hardly had he said it when his cock started spurting jism. The thick come juice gushed into her throat, and Joan swallowed out of desperation. She tasted shit, and come juice was spewing over her tongue, and she thought she was going to gag. But the more her son filled her mouth, the better it tasted, and despite the shit on his cock, Joan sucked hungrily, her throat, working to swallow, every bit of his creamy, sweet come juice. His balls rested on her nose, and she felt them writhing as they emptied down her throat. Her cunt was boiling, and she was close to coming, herself. But Joan knew she wouldn’t. Not this way.
When Howie lifted his limp cock from her mouth, she moaned, eyes streaming with tears, but glittering with a perverse passion.
“Piss on me!” she yelled. “Piss on your mother!”
“Anything you want, fartface,” he laughed, and he began to spray her face with hot piss.
Joan, feeling her son’s hot piss on her face, also felt her cunt starting to convulse with a tremendous orgasm. She whimpered, her face drenched with his piss. She loved the stinging spray on her lips, and started to open her mouth to let him piss into it, when the stream suddenly cut off.
“Not yet!” she wailed. “I’m about to come! Piss in my face again, Howie! Ohhh, God piss in my fucking face!”
Howie moved to her ass, and let it go again. He pissed on her pussy, then directly on her sore asshole. Joan wailed as her cunt boiled into a very powerful orgasm. The wails were those of ecstasy. The hot piss seemed to sear the tender lips of her hairy cunt, yet soothe the pain in her asshole.
Howie pressed the head of his cock against his mother’s asshole, watching the piss spray over it. He pulled the lips of her cunt apart and drew his cock up, pissing into her cunt, making his mother’s orgasm stronger yet.
Howie laughed hilariously, looking down.
Joan was humiliated.
She had dribbled shit.
She felt the shit squeeze from her asshole, no matter what she did to stop it. Her degradation, she felt, was absolutely final.
CHAPTER SIX
Joan decided she wasn’t going to tell Jack about her experiences with her son. She didn’t know how he would take it, and besides that, she had really been humiliated.
When Cindy came to stay with Howie, Joan noticed the girl was withdrawn, not looking at Howie. She could understand Cindy’s reluctance to
stay alone with the boy. Apparently, she had said nothing to her father, either. Cindy seemed more shy than usual. She had not been a shy girl before just a little withdrawn. But now she seemed to try and shrink into herself. Her shoulders slumped, her head low.
The girl had a very good figure, but now it looked to Joan as if Cindy were doing everything she could to conceal the thrust of her young tits.
As Joan left the house to visit with Jack, she saw her son looking at Cindy, his eyes glowing with anticipation already. She shivered as she closed the door behind her, hoping her son wouldn’t hurt the pretty girl too badly. There wasn’t anything Joan could do to help. Both she and Cindy were in a situation of secrecy. Neither could say anything. Otherwise, it would blow sky high, creating trouble they didn’t want.
“Fucking cunt,” Howie said as soon as his mother was out the door.
Cindy’s shoulders jerked, and her face turned pink.
“Look at me, cunt!” Howie demanded.
Afraid to refuse, Cindy lifted her eyes. She didn’t raise them any farther than his crotch. Howie had taken his cock out and was slowly jacking off. Cindy watched, shivering, afraid of what he was going to do with her.
“I didn’t think you’d say anything to your father,” Howie said. “You’re just a cunt and afraid to let anyone know what happened.”
She gazed at his swollen cock, twisting her hands in her lap nervously. His cock was hard and throbbing by the time he turned it loose. Her shoulders slumped a bit more. Howie opened his pants far enough to lift his balls out. He slumped in the chair, legs wide, looking back at her.
“Raise your dress, Cindy,” he said.
Her shoulders shook, and she looked Howie right in the eye. She didn’t say anything, but Howie saw defiance there.
“Lift your fucking dress, cunt!” he said harshly, sternly. “Lift your dress and show me your pretty panties.”
Kathy Andrews Collection Page 244
