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   For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled
about my wife I will give you some background and a description.  I found
my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary.  She was, and
still is, beautiful.  She has long thick brown hair that flows down below
her shoulders.  Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint
of sag.  Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms
big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples.  Her tight
stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round.  She always keeps her pussy
shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit.  Her pussy lips are
equally amazing.  They are long, but not too long, and distend and open
like a flower when she gets excited.

   I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always
keep myself in good shape.  My best attribute was my cock.  I am over nine
inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like
head.  What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that
it never really goes soft.  It stays around seven inches, even when
`flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.

   This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates.  I also
took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag
on.  Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has
happened to her, in the way it is presented.  Enjoy:

   Our Son: (Wife/Son)

   She met Craig at the door.  She was completely naked...beautiful and
sexy.  She opened the door with a smile.  Craig stepped in, put his hands
in the small of her back and pulled her up to him.  Her big, soft tits
pushed up against his stomach.  They kissed.  His hands moved down and he
squeezed her ass cheeks.

   He released the kiss, but not the grip.  "Hi," he said, smiling down at
her.

   "Hi," she replied.  He released her and she closed the door.  He
followed her into the living room.  "How are things?" she asked.

   "Good," he sat down, staring at her nakedness.  "Better now," he smiled.
Craig was her older brother.  He had been part of my `group' since almost
the beginning and had first had sex with his sister when she was about
fifteen.  "Come here," he patted the couch seat next to him.  "Sit down."
She did.  He put his arm over her shoulders and pulled her head over to
his. "Tracy is a little sore from her last...ah...experience, so I decided
to give her a break."

   "That's nice of you," she said, sarcastically, but playfully.  "That is
a very...ah...trying experience," she smiled.  Tracy was Craig's wife and
had joined the `group' a couple years ago, almost totally against her
wishes, and was now going through some pretty rough training and
conditioning.  Tracy's story is an interesting and amazing one, but for a
later time.

   "I remember you did just fine," Craig said.  Craig's fingers started
lightly stroking her upper chest.

   "Yeah, well..." she paused.  "And it was your idea, remember?" Carole,
said, smiling down at his hand.

   "Yeah, and if I remember right, you kind of liked it," Craig said, with
his hand now fully grasping her big tit.

   "Well, the dogs were pretty scary at first," she told him.

   "But now, you just let them go at it," he said, squeezing her tit. 
"Just let them have some of that sweet pussy." She just smiled at him. 
"And you like it, don't you?" he continued.  He leaned in and kissed her
before she could answer.  His other hand moved to her crotch.  "I thought
the donkey might destroy this perfect pussy, though," he said, running his
fingers up and down between her wet pussy lips.  "I'm so glad you can take
it like you do."

   "Oh, me too." She paused as he stroked her.  "...Oh, God," she moaned
with pleasure.

   Craig leaned over on her.  She fell slowly backwards on the couch, with
him on top of her.  His face ended up on her chest.  He sucked one of her
nipples into his mouth.  She reached down and started pulling his t-shirt
up over his head.  He released his suction on her tit, letting the shirt
come off, but was then right back on it.

   "Oh, God," she repeated.

   He sucked her nipples for some time before he got up off the couch and
dropped his jeans to the floor.  At the same time, Carole moved excitedly
on the couch, positioning herself...getting ready for him.

   He climbed back on the couch, getting on top of her.  Her legs spread
for him and he moved up until the tip of his cock was pushing up against
her waiting pussy lips.  Making sure the angle was just right, Craig rammed
into her...penetrating the entire length of his shaft on the first thrust.

   "Ahhh," Carole cried out.

   Craig held deep and still.  "Fuck, that pussy is great.  I love the way
it squeezes me like that." Carole had a wonderful ability to make her pussy
pulsate around cocks.  He started a slow, almost loving, deep penetrating
fuck.  Carole continued to moan in pleasure.

   After several minutes of fucking her while on top of her, Craig pushed
himself up on extended arms so he could look down at his sister's big
bouncing tits.  He continued to fuck her for some time before he pulled out
of her.  He got up.  Carole looked up at his hard shiny wet cock as it
stuck straight out above her.  Craig said, "Turn over." She rolled onto her
stomach and he got back on the couch behind her, pulling her up onto knees.
He reentered her with a powerful push that make her gasp and her big tits
swing.

   Craig grabbed hold of her hips and went at it.  He fucked her hard and
fast for several minutes before he finally pulled out of her.  He aimed his
cock up over her ass and started stroking it.  With a loud, "FUCK!" he
announced his orgasm.  Cum shot up over her ass and onto her back.  The
first blast went all the way to her hair.  Subsequent shots coated her back
and ass, some forming a large pool in the small of her back.

   "Damn, that was great," he said, slapping her on the ass and standing
up. "You are so good." He sat down in the big chair next to the couch.

   She turned her head and smiled at him.  Then she collapsed forward onto
the couch.  She didn't want a lot of the wet cum to run off her, onto the
couch and make a mess.  Besides she knew how much he liked her to leave the
cum on her...a particularly sexy look, her covered with his spunk.  She
stayed still for a couple minutes before she rolled off the couch.  When
she stood, there was still some cum that rolled off her back and over her
ass cheeks.

   She went into the kitchen and got him some ice tea.  She returned and
gave him the glass.  "Thanks," he said.

   "You're welcome," she replied with a smile, then she sat down on the
floor next to him and rested her head on his leg.  He stroke her hair as
they sat quietly for several minutes.  Carole moved over a little and
started fondling Craig's balls.  Her hands moved up his shaft, stroking
him. Soon he was rock hard again.

   He just leaned back in the chair as she moved to between his knees and
started to lick his balls...then his shaft...and then up to the head.  "Oh,
yeah," he sighed as she took his long tool into her mouth.  He didn't touch
her.  He knew not to interfere.  Instead he just watched as she gave him a
spirited blow-job.

   Soon he was moaning, "Oh, yeah...fuck, yeah...I'm gonna cum." She tasted
the first blast, but then took the spurting cock out of her mouth and
pumped it with her fists.  Cum squirted all over her face.  She kept her
eyes closed, but her mouth open as he exploded all over her.  When he was
done, she leaned back so he could see.  Her face was dripping with the hot
white sticky fluid.  It dripped off her chin and onto her big tits.  She
smiled up at him.  "You are an amazing cock-sucker," he told her with a
grin.

   "Thanks," she said with a big smile.

   She stayed on the floor and they chatted for about a half-hour before he
said, "Well, I have to go.  I'll call you when I can come over again." He
stood and got dressed.  Carole led him to the front door.  They kissed and
he left.

   She went into the kitchen and got herself a wet towel and then came back
into the living room.  Not bothering to clean herself up yet, she checked
the furniture and the floor for any cum she had missed.  She planned on
cleaning up and then having lunch.  Intently looking down, she didn't
notice our Son at first.  Then she looked up.

   In shock, she stood paralyzed for a second.  Our Son, who was
six-foot-two, over two-hundred pounds, and very muscular, stood with his
hands on his hips glaring at her.  She broke free from her trance.  "What
are you doing home?" she said in a panic, as she tried to cover herself
with her hands.  Not waiting for an answer, she made a run for our bedroom.

   "Oh, no you don't," our Son yelled, as he gave chase.  He caught her arm
when she was just inside the bedroom door.  He yanked her back, making her
stop and almost fall.

   "What are you doing?" she cried as he grabbed both her arms and held her
in front of him.  "How long have you been here?"

   "Long enough to watch you fuck Uncle Craig.  You fucking slut," he
yelled.

   "Don't call me that," he tried to scold.

   "Shut the fuck up," he yelled.  Then he surprised her by slapping her
hard across the face with his open right hand.  The strike was hard enough
to make her fall backwards onto the bed.  Tears started in her eyes.  "I
can't believe how much of a whore you are," he yelled.  "Is there anybody
or anything you won't fuck?"

   With anger all over his face, he reached down and grabbed her by the
upper arms and physically lifted her up onto her feet.  He moved like he
had planned this.  It was all happening to fast for Carole, who didn't have
time to struggle.  He roughly pushed Carole over to my side of the bed and
pushed her back down onto the bed.  He held her down and opened the top
nightstand drawer.  Quickly, he grabbed the leather cuffs I keep in there,
and cuffed her wrists behind her back.  He then picked her back up and
turned her around to face him.

   She stood naked, embarrassed and scared in front of her own Son.  He
slowly looked up and down her body.  Unconsciously, he reached down and
adjusted his cock.  Still mad, but not yelling any more, he said, "My mom
the slut." He paused for a second and then went off.  "Look at you.  You
are covered with your own brother's spunk.  I can't believe you.  I just
can't believe you.  I mean I have watched you fuck Dad and a bunch of his
friends, but never your own brother.  And now I just heard that you like to
fuck dogs.  And donkeys?  What the fuck?  What kind of woman are you? 
FUCKING SLUT..." He slapped her again.  Her head recoiled and her face
turned red from the impact.

   He walked away from her and sat in the chair.  She looked for an escape,
but her hands were tied and he was sitting next to the door.  There was no
place to go.  He sat silently for a minute, his eyes on her all the time.
She couldn't cover herself, her body completely exposed to her Son.

   After a while, he stood and walked back over to her.  Standing directly
in front of her, he brought his hands up and put them right on her tits. 
She gasped, but didn't talk.  He looked her directly in the eyes as his
hands started to move.  Slowly his hands travelled around in circles,
feeling her tits.  "I don't remember sucking on these," he said.  "Of
course, I remember seeing everyone else sucking on them too.  Did I enjoy
them as much as everyone else does?"

   He moved around behind her.  She stood perfectly still.  She thought
about running, just for a second, but he grabbed her cuffs with his left
hand, holding her firm.  His right hand came around and gripped her throat.
His face moved up next to her ear and he whispered, "You are such a nasty
whore." He squeezed her throat.  She panicked.

   "Please..." she started.

   "Shut the fuck up!" he yelled again, squeezing harder, choking her. 
"Talk when I tell you to..." His hand released its grip on her throat and
then moved down her chest.  Then suddenly, he slapped her right nipple,
hard with his open hand.  A jolt of electric pain shot through her body and
she yelped.  He laughed lightly and his hand went back up to her throat.

   "I know you like that, you bitch," he said, squeezing her throat again.
"I've seen men slap them and make you cum." He continued to choke her until
she almost passed out and then, suddenly, let go.  Again, his hand traveled
down to her right breast.  And again, he slapped it viciously on the
nipple. She cried out again.

   Choking her hard again, he asked, "So, do you get paid like a street
whore?  I bet you have worked the street?  You whore."

   "Please, don't do this..." she pleaded.

   His hand moved quickly down and slapped her nipple again, hard.  She
cried out in pain.  "Did you ever work the street?"

   "Yes," she cried, "but your father made me..."

   He let go of the cuffs and both hands came around to her front.  He
grabbed both tits in his hands and squeezed them hard.  "You fucking slut,"
he yelled.  "My mother is a fucking whore." He pulled her tits and squeezed
them, jerking her entire body around as he did.  She continued to cry.

   Finally, he let go, but grabbed her throat again.  Then he slapped her
hard on the ass with his other hand.  The loudness of the slap surprised
him and Carole.  His hand lingered and he squeezed her ass cheek before
letting go.  He slapped her ass several more times before he spun her back
around to face him.

   She had tears running down her face.  He didn't seem to care.  With his
left hand he cupped and lifted her right tit.  Then with his right he wiped
the tears off her cheek...but his hand continued down her face, down her
neck and to her big tit.  SMACK!  He slapped her nipple again.  He repeated
that same thing many times more...a soft loving rubbing her tears away that
ended with a horrendous hard slap of her nipple.

   Then he started rolling her nipples between his fingers, one hand on
each.  "I see why everyone loves these," he said.  He pulled the nipples,
stretching them out, before releasing them and then slapping the side of
each tit hard.  Carole's tits swung violently from the recoil.  "Great big
tits," he said, watching them bounce around from the impact.  Each time he
repeated it, he pulled the nipples out further...painfully stretching them
as far as he could.

   Finally tired of this, he pushed her back onto the bed.  She sat down.
He stepped back slightly and pulled his t-shirt off.  He threw it onto the
floor and looked back down at her.  She looked up at her Son's muscular
chest and stomach.  He was on the high school football team and a skilled
boxer as well, and his body showed it...he was ripped.

   She looked up into his eyes.  She saw lust, as well as rage, on his
face. He unsnapped his jeans and, along with his underwear, he dropped them
to the floor.  Then he stepped out of them and stood naked in front of her.

   Her eyes widened and her mouth fell slightly open.  We had decided when
he was a baby to leave him uncircumcised, so she was expecting that, but
she wasn't expecting this.  She hadn't seen him naked in years, and she
knew he was `gifted', but he was HUGE.  Not only was it uncut, but it was
oddly shaped.  Starting about in the middle, it bent severely downwards,
towards his feet, reaching almost a forty-five degree angle.  He saw the
look on her face and smiled.

   "Please," she begged, not taking her eyes off it, "you don't want to do
this."

   "The fuck I don't," he said, moving towards her, "and with the number of
cocks you've had in you, I'm not sure you will even notice." He grabbed her
by the hair and pulled her off the bed and onto the floor.  On her knees,
her face was now directly in front of his long hard cock.

   "No, please," she started, but the next words were garbled because she
had a dick in her mouth.

   He was rough with her...pushing her head back against the edge of the
bed, he face-fucked her hard.  Her hands tied, she had nothing to stop him
with, or even slow him down.  He pushed his cock down her throat and banged
her face hard and fast.  At this angle, the shape of his cock made it
easier for her to take it all the way in.  It didn't take him long to get
to the point of orgasm.  He started to grunt and then he pushed all the way
in and pumped his seed right down her throat.  He was too far in for her to
swallow, it just got pumped directly down and into her stomach.

   When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air.  Before she could
recover though, he had her up and on the bed.  He had obviously been in our
room or had watched me tied her up before, because he knew exactly where
the ties and rings were.  He un-cuffed her and then secured her arms
straight out to the tie rings under each side of the bed.  This was a
familiar position for Carole.  Several of the other guys and I would do
this to her frequently...but this time it was not the normal fun.  It was
not her husband or even her husband's friends that was doing it to her...it
was her Son.  He already had one arm strapped before she started to
struggle.  Easily, he overcame her resistance.  He finished up by tying her
ankles to the bottom bed posts.

   Now spread-eagle on the bed, she followed him with her eyes.  Tears
rolled down her cheeks.  He sat back down in the chair by the door and
stared at her.  "You sure can suck dick," he said.  "But, I guess you have
had a lot of practice, huh?  You know I have watched you in some of Dad's
videos?  I especially like the gangbang ones.  You are one sex hungry slut.
I've never seen anyone take on three men at a time before."

   While he was talking, he started to rub his cock.  The sight of her tied
naked to the bed, plus his talk about her, started to make him hard
again...and fast.  He was a healthy, fit, sixteen-year-old boy...he got
rebound boners fast.  "Time for some pussy," he said, getting back up.

   She tried to get away, but couldn't.  He moved up between her widely
spread legs.  Looming over her, he looked down at her big soft tits, down
to her flat tummy, and then down at her shaven pussy.  She stopped
struggling and looked up at him, tears running down her face.

   "Please don't do this," she cried.

   "Why not?  Everyone else has," he said.  He looked down at her face. 
"Don't look at me, bitch," he said and slapped her hard across the face. 
He put his left hand on the side of her head and held it down, making her
look away.  With his right hand, he grabbed the base of his cock and
brought it into position.  He thrust forward, pushing it inside her.

   She let out a gasp.  His dick was huge...long and fat...and the strange
curve it had made it feel different than all the others she had been fucked
with before.  She tried to resist the tingling that ran through her body.
It betrayed her.  Her body reacted to the big cock inside her even though
she knew it belonged to her son.  Conflicted and confused, tears ran down
her cheeks.

   He started fucking.  He slammed into her, causing her entire body to
move with each thrust.  Her big tits bounced up and down, wiggling like big
bowls of Jello.  He took his hand off her face and moved it down to her
throat.  He started to choke her as he fucked her.  She turned her head
back and looked into his face.  She had seen the look so many times before.
A man in the throes of pure lust.  He looked down at her, but didn't really
see her...all he saw was a piece of ass...a piece of meat.

   He continued to choke her for several minutes, but then his hands moved
down to her tits.  He grabbed them both and squeezed them hard with his big
hands.  Then he took turns slapping each tit.  He timed the strike with a
thrust and hit her so hard that her body jerked.  She groaned with each
thrust and slap.

   Involuntarily, her pussy pulsated around him at the same time.  The
feeling was amazing and he couldn't hold out long.  Just as he started to
cum, he pulled out and dropped it on her stomach.  He reached down and
lifted her head, making her look straight down her body as his big cock
twitched and burst.  High velocity cum shot out and splashed all the way to
between her tits.  The subsequent spurts continued to splatter on her
stomach.

   The amount of cum shocked astounded Carole, who mumbled, "Oh, my God..."

   "Oh, you liked that?  You fucking whore," he said, slapping her across
the face again.  He got up, leaving her drenched in his cum.  "You are such
a cum whore," he said.  "Cum slut...cum dumpster..." She knew that he was
just repeating the names he had heard others call her.  Then he stood up
and just stared at her.

   After a staring at her a while, he announced, "I'm hungry," and left the
room.  He returned an hour later.  He smiled again, seeing her
there...naked, spread-eagle, and covered with cum.  Her pussy lips were
still distended and red from the fucking she had taken.  She remained
silent as he sat down in the chair and stared at her.  He broke the
silence, "I understand why they all want to fuck you, but I don't
understand why you are so easy." He paused for a second and then said, "How
long have Uncle Craig and Uncle Carl been fucking you?" She just looked at
him.  "TELL ME!" he yelled, getting up.

   "Since before I was your age," she said, looking him in the face.

   He sat back down.  "How did it start?"

   "Uncle Craig saw me giving Grandpa a blowjob," she admitted, still
looking at him, "and he made me do it to him."

   "What?  You blew Grandpa too?  I bet you liked it, didn't you?"

   Slowly, she said, "Yes."

   "You slut," he said.  She saw his cock twitch.  It started growing.  He
grabbed it and squeezed.  Then he stood and walked back over to the bed. 
He untied her ankles and then picked up the cuffs.  He looked her in the
eyes as he untied one arm, cuffed the wrist, and then untied the other.  He
cuffed her behind her back again...she didn't bother to struggle.  With her
sitting up on the bed, he got on his back next to her.  "Time for you to do
some of the work," he told her.  He held his cock in his hand, pointing it
straight up, well as much as the big bend in it would allow.  Then he
guided her on top of him.  She straddled him, facing his feet, in a
reverse-cowboy position.  Slowly, she descended down his shaft.  "Oh, God,
that feels good," he said, as his big cock pushed its way up her tight, wet
canal.

   She was enjoying the feeling as well.  He was huge and she loved her
pussy that full.  She sat all the way down, paused for a couple seconds to
enjoy the feeling, and then started to pull back up.  Soon she was doing
her best to bounce up and down on his cock.

   He watched and enjoyed.  When he saw her puckered ass winking at him he
put his hand on her ass and then slowly pushed his thumb up her ass.  She
groaned in appreciation.

   Without the use of her arms, she was having a problem keeping up a good
rhythm and her balance.  She started to get frustrated.  "Please untie me,"
she asked.  "Please..."

   "Will you be a good little whore?"

   "Yes," she said.  "Please....please..." she started to beg.

   She stopped moving and he unbuckled the cuffs.  Her arms free, she
leaned forward, putting her hands on his legs for balance and started to
really ride him.  A minute later, she was moaning in orgasmic pleasure. 
"Oh, God," she started.  "Oh...my...God..."

   He slapped her ass just as she reached her climax.  The surprise of the
slap as she had her orgasm sent an electric shock through her entire body.
He felt her pussy clench tightly around his cock and start to pulsate.  He
slapped her ass again, but her orgasm was done.  Finished, she sat back
upright.

   "Turn around," he told her.  Lifting herself only just enough, she
turned around to face him without actually lifting herself off his cock. 
He watched her, amazed at her skill.  She sat back down and looked at him.
"Keep going," he told her.  "Don't stop until I tell you to."

   Still sitting upright, she started to ride him.  He watched her tits
bounce...mesmerized by their beauty.  Big, full, round, globes, swinging
and bouncing in a circular pattern, slapping together in the middle as they
came back around.  He put his hand on her flat stomach.  He could feel his
own cock inside her.  Just then, she started to moan again.  He watched her
face change...  her mouth drop open...her eyes open wide, staring down at
him...as she came for the second time.  Her body shuddered on top of him.
Her nipples hardened and extended.  He saw just how beautiful his mother
was in the throes of orgasmic bliss.  He wanted to see it again.  "Again,"
he said.

   She sighed, looking down at him, and then started to move up and down on
his cock.  He pushed his hand up between her tits as they started to swing
in their circular motion again.  They both slapped against his hand at the
same time.  Then he started to move his hand back and forth slapping them
both slightly as they swung back and forth.

   He brought both hands up, grabbed her tits and squeezed.  She moaned. 
His hands moved to her stiff nipples and he gently rolled them in between
his fingers.  He knew he was driving his mother to another massive orgasm.
Her moaning was increasing by the second.  Then it happened.  "Oh, God,"
she cried out.  "Oh, fuck...God, yeah." He smiled up at her as she stared,
wide eyed, down at him.  He let go of her nipples and then slapped hard,
flat handed, on her nipples.  "Ahh," she cried, her orgasm peaking.

   When her third orgasm was complete, she leaned forward, her hands came
down onto the bed right above his shoulders.  Her big beautiful tits
hovered just above his upper chest.  "Come on, bitch, keep fucking me," he
told her.  She kept going.  He grabbed her nipples and pulled them down to
his chest.  With his hands, he anchored them in place, not letting them
move.  As her big soft tits swung, they pulled on her nipples.  He stayed
like this, watching his mom, go at it...fucking herself on his huge crooked
cock.  She came three more times in this position, before she finally
collapsed on top of him.

   "We aren't done yet," he said, pushing her off.  He brought her up onto
her hands and knees and moved up behind her.  He pushed his cock back deep
inside her.  She moaned.  Then he pulled back, pulling almost all the way
out.  Holding still, with just his cock head inside her, he slapped her ass
hard.  Then he rammed back into her.  For several minutes, he kept
repeating the same act, but then he started fucking her hard, doggy style.
He reached around and grabbed onto her swinging tits.  He squeezed them
hard in his hands.

   Then, releasing her big tits, he leaned back and looked down.  Slowly,
he pushed his thumb in and out of her ass.  She groaned, knowing what was
next.  He pulled his big cock out of her pussy and then put it up against
her puckered hole.  She didn't say anything, letting him do what he wanted
to her.  He pushed.  She squirmed and gasped as the massive head popped
passed her tight anal ring.  He drove it the rest of the way inside her.

   It didn't take long, fucking that tight ass, before he was ready to cum.
Showing fantastic self-control, he pulled his cock out and stood on the
bed. She sat back on her haunches and leaned her head back.  She looked up
at the big cock hovering above her face.  He wrapped his hand around it and
started to pump.  The first several blasts shot forward onto the bed, but
then it started to drop out of his cock directly onto her face...right
between the eyes.  Cum ran down the bridge of her nose, into her eyes, and
then down her cheeks.  The amount of semen he produced amazed her.  Her
face was soon coated.  Cum dripped off her face and onto her chest and
shoulders.

   Exhausted, he almost fell when he climbed off the bed.  He collapsed
into the chair.  She waited a minute, seeing if he was going to give any
direction, but then she got up and went into the bathroom.  "You better not
clean yourself up," he said, threateningly.  "I like looking at you covered
in cum." She didn't reply, but a minute later immerged with a warm, wet,
washcloth.  She cleaned her son's cock and balls with the cloth and then
took it back into the bathroom.  Then she came back into the bedroom and
sat on the edge of the bed, facing him.

   He stared at her.  Her hair was matted with a combination of sweat and
cum.  Her face was covered and dripping with his cum.  A huge glob hung
from her chin.  Her chest and stomach had long strings of both dried and
wet cum.  Her big beautiful tits rose and fell as she breathed.  Her legs
were spread slightly, with her pussy visible.  The lips were red and
distended...open like a beautiful flower.

   "Stand up, you fucking slut," he said.  She did what she was told. 
"Turn around and bend over...Spread your cheeks...get on the bed...get into
the position you would if a dog was about to fuck you..." She went to her
hands and knees.  He got up and walked over to her.  He looked at her for a
minute and then he started slapping her tits from side to side.  He hit her
hard and she cried out.

   "Please don't," she pleaded.  "That hurts."

   That set him off.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her down off the bed.
With one massive slap, he knocked her down onto the floor.  Then he pinned
her down and started slapping her tits harder and harder.  He yelled, "I'll
do whatever I want to you, bitch, get it?  You fucking slut whore..." He
went crazy slapping her soft tits.

   "I'm sorry...I'm sorry," she sobbed.

   He didn't stop until he was out of breath.  "Get the fuck up," he
yelled, pulling her up off the floor by her hair.  He pushed her up against
the wall and then held her head still with both hands on her throat.  "Do I
need to tie you up again?  Or are you going to do what I say?"

   "I'll do whatever you say," she cried.

   "If you don't, I will hurt you," he said, hauling off and slapping her
across the face.  "Hold your arms up...spread your legs." She stood against
the wall, spread wide, completely vulnerable.  "Better," he said.

   He took hold of her left tit and then slapped it from underneath,
watching it bounce.  Then he did the same to her right.  The slaps got
harder each time, until he was striking her viciously.  Tears ran down her
cheeks.  Suddenly, he just stopped.  He stepped back and said, "I wonder
how many men have actually sucked on those tits." He shook his head and
said, "Stay there...don't move."

   Starting with her side, he started to go through the drawers of the
night tables next to the bed.  In the lower drawer, he found a collection
of her dildos.  He started pulling them out and throwing them onto the bed.
"Can't get enough, huh?' he mocked.  "Fuck," he said, "this one is huge."
He pulled out a fat twelve-inch rubber cock with a giant set of balls.  He
laughed as he shook it at her, "You like this one?" He took it over to her
and waved it in her face.  "You like big dicks?" He looked down and brought
it up to the entrance to her pussy.  Then he looked directly into her eyes
and thrust it up inside her.  She moaned as he pushed.  "Slut..." he said.
He continued to push until it wouldn't go any further.  Then he just took
his hand away.  He stepped back and looked.  It was in to the balls. 
"Better not let go of that," he said.  "Keep it right there." He went back
to searching the drawers.

   My side was a much bigger treasure trove for him.  First thing he pulled
out was a bag of clips.  He pulled them out of the bag and looked
quizzically at them, but he quickly figured out what they were.  I had not
used them on her much...usually only for punishment...but she knew what
they were for.

   He took a handful of them and walked back over to her.  He looked her
right in the face and smiled.  Then he dropped to his knees in front of
her. He carefully took hold of one side of her pussy lips and pulled them
out slightly.  He had to pull hard because they were so stretched around
the giant dildo, but when he got a good grip he snapped on one of the
clamps.  She cringed and let out a slight whimper.  He did the same to the
other side and then he stood back up.

   Returning from another trip to the night stand, he held the bag of metal
weights in front of her.  She looked at him, pleading silently.  He smiled
and dropped down again.  When he stood back up, he stepped back to admire
his work.  She had a pained, shocked look on her face, but had not done
anything to stop him or even complain.  He looked down at her pussy.  He
had attached them all.  The clips were straining to stay attached as the
weights pulled down hard.  Her pussy lips were stretched painfully with the
weight.  I would have never used all the weights, but he didn't care. 
Actually, he really enjoyed what he was doing to her.

   He turned back to the night stand.  He pulled out a couple lengths of
rope this time.  Looking at the rope and then again at his mother, the evil
smile returned to his face.  He came back over to her and started wrapping
one of the ropes tightly around the base of her left tit.  After several
loops, he pulled it as tight as he could and then tied a knot, securing it.
He did the same thing to her left tit and then stepped back to admire what
he had done.

   The ropes made her tits balloon out...the skin was very taught and
stretched.  They were already starting to turn dark from lack of blood
flow. With a quick swing, he slapped one of them on the side, hard.  They
hardly moved.  She cried out and moved to cover herself.  "Stop," he
yelled. Crying, she put her arms back out and stood still.  He stepped up
closer and whispered, "This is for not following direction." He stepped
back and punched her right on the tit.  The strike was straight
on...impacting the center of the breast.  There was nowhere for the tit to
go, it was tied so tight.  The pain was immense.  Carole almost passed out.
She started crying harder.

   He went back to the night stand and picked up the remaining clips.  He
returned to her.  Pulling and twisting her nipples, he pulled them out far
enough to attach clips to them.  Then he added weight...more than I had
ever put on her.  Her nipples were crying out in pain as they were
stretched by the weights.

   Her Son sat on the bed and looked at her.  She was still crying, her
eyes red and puffy with tears running down her cheeks.  "This is more like
it," he said.  "The way a slut should be...and you are a slut, aren't you?"

   She nodded slowly.

   "Yes, you are." He got up.  "Stay where you are," he told her.  He
walked out of the room.

   Carole was too terrified to move.  She stood there, her private parts
being overextended painfully.  She wasn't sure how long she stood there,
but it was a long time.  Her Son finally came back in, wearing some shorts
and a t-shirt.  Without speaking, he reached down and yanked the dildo out
of her.  The action made the weights attached to her pussy lips swing
violently, pulling even harder than before.  He then untied the knots,
releasing her tit bindings.  The pain from the blood returning to her
purple tits was immense.  Lastly, he pulled off the clamps...one by
one...finally releasing her from her torment.

   He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her out into the living room.  "On
your knees, bitch," he told her.  She obeyed, getting into her submissive
position right next to the big chair.  He sat down next to her and waited.
They didn't have to wait long, I got home from work and walked into the
living room.

   I was shocked, but tried not to show it.  My son was sitting in a place
of dominance, with my wife naked on the floor next to him in a submissive
position.  He stroked her hair as he sat there, almost as if he was petting
her.  Quickly, I scanned her.  She was sitting on her feet and knees...her
knees spread...her arms behind her back.  Her hair was matted with cum and
sweat.  Dried cum was all over her face.  Her expression was one of fear
and panic, mixed with sorrow.  Her chest was a mess of cum.  Her tits
looked battered and bruised.  Her nipples were extended and bright red,
obviously tugged on.  Her stomach and thighs were laced with dried strings
of cum shots.  Lastly, I saw that her pussy was distended and open.  The
lips looked long and loose.

   "What's going on," I said as calmly as I could.

   "Dad, we need to talk," our Son said.

   I sat down on the couch and said, "Okay, go ahead."

   He started with some anger.  "This bitch has ruined my life," he said.
"She is a whore...a slut...and everyone knows it." He looked like he was
going to break down.  "I've seen her fuck everybody.  She can't say no, the
bitch.  She will fuck anything.  My friends know all about her and they
constantly rag me.  My life is ruined."

   "Well, first of all, your life is not ruined," I started.

   "Yes it is," he insisted.

   "No, it's not.  So stop.  Your mother's sex habits will not affect you
at all.  Now, which of your friends knows?"

   "Both Billy and Shawn know," he said.

   I knew both kids, they were sons of men in the group.  They knew because
their fathers told them, or they saw something they weren't supposed to.  I
made a mental note to talk to both dads.

   "Let me explain something to you," I started.  "Your mom is the perfect
wife and partner..." I continued to tell him all about the difference
between sex and love and the freedom we have with sex.  It took a while. 
"Your mom is not bad, she is free.  She is a willing sex slave to me and
those I share her with.  She is an amazing woman."

   I waved her over.  She crawled over to me.  Her face showed that she was
glad I was `saving' her, but instead I stood and dropped my trousers. 
"Blow me," I told her.  Shocked, she looked at me and then at him.  Then
she took my cock in her hands and gave me an amazing, deep-throat,
blowjob...finishing down her throat.  She swallowed and then sucked me
clean before sitting back up.

   I smiled down at her.  "Now go clean up," I said.  She stood.  "And when
you come back don't bother with any clothes." She looked worried, but she
turned and left the room.

   I got serious with my Son.  "Okay, look, she is my wife and she obeys
me...not you.  So, you have to ask me before you do this kind of
thing...got it?"

   "Yes," he said, looking down.

   "You can have her, but only when I say so," I smiled.  "And, don't beat
her up so much.  I don't like bruises and no permanent marks or scars are
allowed...understand?"

   "Yes." He looked up at me.

   "Besides, I was going to trade her for another wife tomorrow," I told
him.  "Now, I'm not sure I can."

   "I'm sorry," he said.  From his look he was genuinely sorry.  "What do I
do about my friends?"

   "Let me deal with that first," I told him.  "I can help."

   "Okay," he said.

   "I understand your concerns.  Let me make some phone calls.  It will be
okay," I said.

   "Okay," he said, nodding.

   He left the room for a couple minutes, while I called both Billy's and
Shawn's fathers.  I explained what had happened and they both were amazed,
but not really surprised.  One of them said, "I kind of figured it would
happen sooner or later." Both fathers said they would talk to their sons
and I promised that the boys can get some from Carole in the future. 
Everyone left the conversation happy.

   I went into our bedroom and watched Carole come out of the shower.  I
called our Son in the room.  The place was a mess.  Cum was all over the
bed.  Sex toys were all over the floor.  "I guess I'm sleeping in the guest
bedroom," I said.

   "What?" Carole said.  "I can clean this up."

   "Don't bother," I said.  He walked in a minute later.  "Looks like both
you guys are staying in here tonight," I told him.

   He smiled and said, "Thanks."

   "What?" Carole asked, surprised.

   "You just stay in here with him," I told her.  She looked down at the
floor and nodded.  Carole put on a pair of shorts and made us dinner.  She
remained topless the entire time.  It was great to not have to hide from
our Son.  It was great to have her tits exposed at home again, without
worrying who was there.  She was nervous, but didn't object.  After dinner,
I went into my home office and worked until it was time for bed.  I went to
sleep in the guest bedroom.

   My son took my wife to bed a little while later.  Carole changed the
sheets and dropped her shorts.  Both naked in bed, Carole on her back and
him on his side, our son snuggled up against his mom, putting his head on
her shoulder, his leg over hers, and his arm over her stomach.  He stayed
still for a minute before pulling the sheets down, exposing her breasts. 
Then he began to fondle her exposed tits.  He was gentler with her this
time.  Lifting his head up so he could look at her, he lightly ran his
fingers over her nipples...touching them and tweaking them lightly.  She
smiled at him letting him have his fun.

   Eventually, he pulled a tit over to his face and he started to suck it.
For several minutes, he sucked, licked and bit the nipple.  She could feel
his large cock growing against her thigh.  Without speaking, he rolled over
on top of her.  She spread her legs as he climbed on.  She moaned loudly as
he penetrated her.  He looked her in the eyes as he began to hump her. 
Pushing himself up, he watched her tits bounce from his increasingly
powerful thrusts until he came deep inside her.  He rolled off, putting his
head on her chest.  She stroked his hair as he slept on her big soft tits.

   She woke up a couple hours later.  She was on her side, facing away from
him, with him behind her...spooning her.  She could feel his cock pushing
up between her legs right under her pussy.  She didn't move or speak.  He
moved himself into position and pushed his cock slowly up inside her.  The
position and the angle felt amazing to her.  She moaned as he entered. 
"Oh, God, that's good," she said.  He reached around and grabbed her tits
as he started thrusting into her.

   A minute later, he pushed her over flat onto her stomach.  She lifted
her ass to give him a better angle as he pounded into her.  "Oh, fuck," he
started to moan.

   "Fuck me," Carole said.  "Oh, yeah...fuck me...fuck me..."

   I woke up with the bed slamming against the wall, as he pounded into her
as hard as he could.  I could hear her grunting with each impact.  I smiled
to myself and rolled over to go back to sleep just as he cried out, "Oh,
fuck...I am cumming."

   Carole cried out, "Oh, yeah...fill me...fill me with your nasty cum."

   He fell onto the bed next to her.  "God, that was good," he said,
gasping for air.

   When I got up the next morning, I could hear them going at it again.  I
peeked in.  She was on top of him, riding him.  She was sweaty and
breathing heavily, so I knew she had already cum a couple of times.  He was
looking up at her, watching her enjoy herself.  He held onto her big
bouncing tits as she moved up and down on his cock.  Just then, she started
to cum again.  She grunted and started grinding into him.  He slapped her
right nipple and she cried out, "Oh, God...yes...yes...yes..."

   I left them and went out into the living room.  After several more
orgasms, Carole climbed off him and grabbed is cock in her hands.  She
pushed it into her mouth and started sucking.  A minute later he was
shooting his load down her throat.  She gulped, swallowing it all.  They
both took showers and came out into the kitchen.  My son was dressed, but
she still only wore a pair of shorts.

   I was very disappointed in seeing that she was bruised and they were
still going to darken as time went on.  Her cheeks and jaw were bruised
from the slapping as were both her big tits.  There were several hickeys
and bite marks on her...on her neck and all over her tits.  Her nipples
looked sore...red and puffy...distended and tugged on.  I was sure that
beneath those shorts, her ass was black and blue as well.

   He was going to have to calm down with her.  I couldn't trade her like
this.  "Come here," I told her.  She walked over to me.  "You okay?" I
lifted her tit with my hand.  "You look pretty beat up."

   "I'm alright," she said with a smile.

   I spoke to our Son.  We aren't going to do this to her again," I said,
looking him in eyes.  "I have to cancel my plans tonight now.  I can't give
her to my friend like this.  Let's get this straight, I don't mind you
causing her pain, but marks and bruises are unacceptable, understand?"

   "Yes," he said quietly.

   "You are going to have to get better at torturing her," I smiled.  He
smiled back.  "Her tits are prime targets and those nipples stretch
forever. Just like those pussy lips." I rubbed my fingers over her pussy.
"You just have to be careful and not leave marks.  It's okay," I said,
reassuring him.  "You'll get better at it.  You'll get plenty of time to
practice."

   I called my buddy and told him that we were going to have to postpone
our wife trade for a week or so.  He was disappointed...so was I...but he
agreed.  My Son, however, didn't mind at all.  He spent the rest of the day
and that night fucking his mom.  I even got a couple of blowjobs from her
between sessions with him.  We all had a great weekend.

   Since that weekend, my wife Carole has been completely available to my
Son and he has taken full advantage of her.  He fucks her frequently and
has become much more skilled at abusing her...increasing the kinkiness of
his acts and the amount of pain delivered without leaving any marks at all.
I'm so proud!

   Sometime between college and grad-school, he found a slave wife of his
own...a beautiful, large-titted, blonde bimbo named Lisa.  Lisa is perfect
for him.  She is subservient, into bondage, and completely free with her
sex.  Her slender body is amazing, with a fantastic ass and big natural
tits.

   For the marriage, the four of us made a deal.  Carole performed at his
bachelor party and we got to go with them on their honeymoon...actually a
group of us went.  What a great time.  The family has been "bonding" more
and more since...