Ellen Finney flinched, one hand holding the torn corner of her blouse. Her eyes widened with horror as she stepped back from her foster son Paul. He had cornered her in the kitchen.
"Come on, Ellen. I know you've been wantin' my cock for a long time. The way you've been lookin' at me ... sheeit, you've wanted a good hot fuck for a week."
"No, you're ... you're lying!" she blurted, her eyes shifting from side to side, desperately searching for an escape path. They were alone ... terribly alone. And for the first time in her young life Ellen Finney felt completely helpless.
"Yeah, sure," Paul said, his voice lowering.
Ellen watched as he dropped one hand and began scratching his cock and balls through his Levi's. This couldn't be happening. No, it had to be a dream! Her son, her foster son was attacking her!
"You don't know what you're doing," she sobbed, staring at the tall, dark-haired youth. He was handsome-so muscular, so masculine for his age. Even now, faced with this disgraceful situation, Ellen couldn't help but admire his body.
"Oh yeah?" Paul said, cocking his head to one side and narrowing his eyes. "I been fuckin' broads for a long time now ... before you and your old man took me in."
Ellen stiffened. She remembered her late husband Hank, that wonderful man who saw Paul as a challenge, as a test of their skills as foster parents to reform a street hoodlum. But Hank had died nearly four months ago in that terrible car crash. Now she was faced with raising Paul on her own, something Ellen knew she was failing at. This evening was proof of it.
"Look. Just go away from me. I'll let you go," she said, smoothing her fingertips along her upper arms. "I won't say anything to the welfare people. I swear it, at least not for a while. You could be gone and ... and I'll even give you some money."
Paul threw back his head and laughed, his straight white teeth showing under that trimmed black mustache. The thirty-six-year-old blonde trembled at that terrible sound.
"You still don't dig me yet, huh? I don't want no money from you now, Ellen. I just want that nice soft, tight pussy I know you got."
Ellen felt a tremor race through her cunt. A strange kind of heat began concentrating in that fuzzy mound between her white, shivering legs. He could read her mind. Oh God, he could read her mind! He knew she was needing a man now, especially now, after those long, empty days since her husband's death.
"Just ... leave me alone," she said, her voice softer now, lower. Lower? Yes, and thicker. Flicking her eyelids up, she saw that Paul noticed the change in her vocal tone.
"Yeah, sure. You want it bad, baby. You want it real bad."
"No, it's ... it's unnatural. You can't do this to me!" she screamed, backing away once more as he advanced.
Ellen cried out again, dropping her hands to her sides and darting from left to right. Paul put out his hands, blocking her escape. She bent forward at the waist, covering her mouth with one hand while stretching the other out protectively. Paul was advancing toward her slowly, steadily, his black eyes glistening with lust, an ominous cock-bulge tenting the front of his faded Levi's.
"Stop it! Oh God, God in heaven, stop it!" the blonde screamed.
And then he was on top of her, pinching her flesh through the pink cotton summer dress, his knees banging up against hers. She could feel his heavy breath panting against her throat, feel his hot fingers tearing at the material. Ellen twisted her face from his, feeling her spine pressing up against the yellow plaster wall.
What was worse-what was immensely worse-was the sensation coursing through her body. There wasn't the revulsion she knew she should have been feeling. There wasn't even any sense of horror that she was about to be fucked by her foster son. No, there was only joy, the terrible joy of knowing she was going to feel a hard, thick cock squeezing through her cuntmeat in a moment. For a second Ellen went limp, relaxing against Paul's body. Then when she felt his fingers toying with the zipper of her dress she stiffened once more, curling her fingers into two tight fists and beating them hard against his chest.
"No, no! Leave me alone! Oh God, you're not going to rape me? No, no, I won't let you!" she screamed through her clenched teeth.
"Shut up, bitch!"
Sliding one hand from around her waist Paul drew his arm back, then let it fly down. There was a frozen moment, as if all time had stopped. Then Ellen felt something sharp and stinging against her cheek. Her head snapped to the left, her long blonde hair splashing across her face and tangling around her throat. She lost her balance temporarily, pitching to one side. He had slapped her! He had actually slapped her.
"You ... you animal!" she hissed, rubbing her injured cheek and looking through her tears at her foster son. "You hit me!"
Paul laughed again. "That ain't all I'm gonna do. When I get through with you, you're gonna be nuts for my prick," he said, rubbing his cock once more through his Levi's.
"No!"
Ellen managed to wrestle away from her foster son, stumbling from the kitchen and rushing into the living room. She raced past the television, past that leather chair Hank used to sit in so often, and rushed for the front door. She would run into the streets, scream for help. Surely Paul wouldn't be so mad as to follow her there! Then she would think of something, something to end this horror.
"You ain't gonna get away from me, baby!"
His voice was close, so terrifyingly close. Ellen cried out, one knee banging against the coffee table and sending a shock of pain racing through her legs. Her hair streamed out behind her as she neared the double front door. She was nearly there when she felt fingers curling around her trailing blonde strands. Ellen's arms stretched out, her fingers spreading while her eyeslids fluttered. A shooting pain made her scalp quiver while her spine arched back. It felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline all over her head. She screamed out again and again, yammering meaningless phrases while her knees buckled.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Ellen fell sideways against the large green sofa, one ankle hitting the coffee table and sending several magazines across the floor. She lay there, covering her face with one hand, feeling the pain from that earlier slap mix with the pain of her scalp and injured foot.
"Bitch," he whispered, standing over her like some towering warrior, both hands on his hips. He was breathing heavily, his massive chest rising and falling.
"No, no, you don't know what you're doing, Paul. You just don't," she whispered.
But perhaps it was she who was unsure of herself, who didn't know what she was doing. Lying there propped up against the couch, part of her dress torn away and revealing her bra, Ellen felt her body alive-alive for the first time in over four months. Tiny electric shocks began tickling the flesh along her inner thighs, shocks with fiery little tongues that licked at her rising clit. Ellen folded one leg protectively over the other, drawing away from her foster son again. She felt the piling of the living room rug tickle her ass as her panties pulled partially down over her slim hips. Shaking several stray strands of her blonde hair from her face, Ellen peered up at the handsome young boy and wondered if he was about to give her the fuck of her life.
What was she thinking of? She shook her head as if she could knock the thoughts from her mind with that action.
"Nice, real nice. I been thinkin' about this for a long time. Even when Hank was around," he admitted, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. "Yeah, I thought about you and him rollin' around up there in your bed, fuckin' like crazy while I was downstairs beatin' off. Ain't gonna beat my meat no more."
"No!"
He was on her in a moment, his hands roughly shoving up her dress until it was wadded around her waist. Ellen writhed under his weight. His body pressed the air from her lungs while his lips sucked and bruised her throat. She tried pushing him away, shoving up at his massive chest. But all struggle was useless. He was so strong, so insistent. And she was struggling half-heartedly. A part of her wanted this man, wanted him desperately.
"Stop it ... stop ... ughhhhhh...."
He was pulling her hair again, yanking it so hard she thought he would snatch her bald. Ellen cried out, arching her spine, wallowing her shoulderblades against the living room carpeting. He pulled again and again, laughing at her, spitting in her face, telling her how he would fuck her blind.
"No, no, you're crazy ... stop!"
But she knew he wasn't going to stop. Things had gone too far. Already, she could feel his knees pressing up against the insides of hers, spreading her legs widely apart while he dry-fucked against her body. Her cunt was on fire, running with cunt juice, the juice soaking the soft pink silk of her panties. His heavy, brutal touch drew out wild feelings from her.
"Stop ... oh no, no, no!"
He was kissing her hard now, his lips pressing down on hers, pushing them back over her teeth. She felt his tongue sliding in, slipping over hers, wriggling from side to side. It was as if he were searching for something, driving the spit down into her throat until she nearly choked on her own saliva. Ellen struggled again, clawing at the young man, trying to wrench free.
"Uhhhhh...."
Another slap, and then another, this time backhanded. Her head snapped from side to side, the stinging, hot blows bringing tears to her eyes. She stopped writhing under his body, surrendering completely to the young stud. He had won. He could do with her as he chose. No, she couldn't fight someone that strong, that determined to fuck her.
"Better," he said.
"Uhhhhh ... oh God, God," Ellen moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead as she felt his hands fumbling around with her panties. He was smoothing his fingers over the damp crotch panel, working the soppy nylon up into her hot fuckhole. Ellen couldn't help moving her hips from side to side. That touch, that incredible sensation of the slick nylon rubbing up against the folds and hollows of her pussy was too much! She tightened her thigh muscles, rubbing her ass over the carpeting, sighing and gasping as Paul kept on playing with her body and her mind.
"Like it, bitch? Man, you like that touch, huh baby? Mom? That's what you wanna be called. Right, Mom? You always dug that."
"Oh yes, yes," she breathed, her lips parted slightly, her nostrils flaring with excitement.
"Gonna fuck you ... Mom. Gonna fuck the shit outta you, beat the shit outta you. You're gonna pay, bitch, you're gonna pay real good, Mom," Paul repeated, laughing cruelly.
Ellen opened her eyes once more and looked up at her foster son. His face reflected the cruel, cold, nearly murderous desire in him. She trembled, fearing for her life.
She thought of her daughter Julie. Thank God she wasn't here to witness her mother's degradation. Thank God she was at summer camp, away from this maniac.
"You're ... you're an animal. You don't know what you're doing to me, to yourself, Paul," Ellen said through her tears.
"Tell me about it later," he sneered.
He was going crazy on top of her now, tearing her dress, ripping it from her body. Ellen screamed, and once more was slapped hard across the face. Stars popped in front of her eyes while her jaw ached from the sharp blow.
"Uhhhhh!" Another blow, this time his big callused fingers cutting across her lower chin.
For a moment Ellen thought she was going to lose consciousness. Her head spun around and around while everything in the room darkened. It was only for a moment. The steady hunching of Paul's thighs against hers brought her around. This was going to be her punishment, her punishment for having thought all those things about him shortly after Hank's burial. Yes, it was true. He was right. She had lusted after him, perhaps even while her husband was still alive.
Julie had noticed something strange going on with her mother and had drawn away with revulsion. Ellen had sensed this, although at the time she couldn't admit it to herself. This was a kind of incest.
"Uhhhhh...."
Another tearing sound. Her panties, ripped from her sweating thighs! Looking up at Paul, she saw the grim determination on his face and felt real fear. And all the while, that throbbing, itchy heat between her legs grew worse and worse. Paul lay back fully on top of her again, his stubbly beard scratching her throat and cheeks. His hands were on her tits now, the fingers curing into the soft flesh, the palms pressing against the hard, rubbery nipples. Sparks flew in Ellen's brain at his touch, at the sensation of his Levi's rubbing against her hot, swollen pussy mound. "Noooo!"
"I'm gonna fuck you right here, bitch. Gonna fuck you like the bitch dog you are," Paul growled.
The big stud let her sob for a moment. Ellen rolled her head from side to side, hoping against hope something would happen to alter her terrible fate, and yet wishing nothing would. Yes, dear God yes, she was more than aware now of a sexual thrill intensified by the terror she felt, by the abuse she had to endure.
And then she felt Paul roll back from her for a moment. His fingers were fumbling with his fly. Looking down, she saw the zipper tab pull down, saw the Levi's open up.
He reached in and pulled out the biggest, thickest, longest cock she had ever seen in her life!
"Oh no! NO!"
He would kill her with that big fucker! His cock was at least ten inches long and maybe two inches thick. Her eyes widened as she tried to slither out from under her foster son.
"Like it? Man, you're gonna go nuts when this mother slips into you."
His prick was so thick, so long. Ellen had never had a cock like that in her pussy. Of course, she wasn't all that experienced, Hank having been only the third man in her life. But even in books, even in conversations she had had with other women, Ellen had never heard of a cock that big!
And yet the thought of having that monster splitting her open, squeezing through her cuntmeat, sent a wild throbbing courseing through her pussy. She wanted his cock, wanted to touch it, to feel it. Her cunt grew hotter, wetter. Juice seeped from her pussy, trickling through the thicket of her tangled blonde cunt hairs. Ellen drew her knees up a few inches, pressed against his body, then let them sag back to the floor.
She sighed, her back rubbing against the carpeting. Once again, she clenched her fists, pressing them against her sides. Dizzy with sexual arousal and fright, Ellen felt his cock pressing against her upper thighs, sliding between her legs, and finally pressing up against her drooling pussy.
"Man, good 'n' hot! Real good 'n' hot. That's how I like 'em. And, baby, you're nice like that."
Ellen felt her body alive, quivering with excitement. He was sliding his fat cock up and down, brushing her sensitive pussymeat with his prick, teasing her with it. The frantic woman rocked her thighs, pulled up her knees, tilted her pussy, tried to get him to fuck her. Oh yes, she was wanting it now, wanting his prick in her pussy. "Uhhhh...."
Paul reached up and finished rippng her blouse from her shoulders, exposing her bra. Ellen felt him fumbling with her bra, felt the straps loosening around her shoulders, the cups slipping from her tits. In a moment she found herself completely naked, her torn clothes piled in a heap next to her. Her highriding, thirty-six-inch tits shivered and trembled there on her chest, the nipples long, red, hard, pointing up at the ceiling.
"Oh yeah...." Paul studied her for a moment, his eyes hard and black. Then he dropped his head, his lips cupping around her right nipple and sucking hard while his hands squeezed and massaged her other tit until it hurt.
"No ... hurts ... ummmmhhh ... hurting me, hurts!"
Ellen once again tried pushing him away. But when he began nipping her tits with his teeth while pinching her tits, the woman lost all resistance. With another cry, she abandoned herself to her fate, knowing her foster son would fuck her.
CHAPTER TWO
Paul's teeth tore at Ellen's hard tit tips, his tongue flicking back and forth while his fingers squeezed the white, resilient flesh of her tits. Ellen squirmed, her face pinching up into a mask of pain each time he bit down hard, chewing on her nipples. At times she thought he would tear into her tits, drawing blood. But Paul always backed off at the last possible moment, pinching her tit flesh, squeezing it hard, making her squeal in agony before he let go.
" 'Oooooo wwwwwww!"
As her terror mounted, the sweat oozed from her pores, slicking down her flesh. She was panting hard now, her nostrils burning with the air she sucked in with wheezing sounds.
"No, no, no...."
But her protests were weak now. She wanted his cock, wanted her foster son's prick fucking into her pussy. She felt his sweat dripping from his body, splashing on her belly and tits. Her thighs tightened and flexed as she raised her ass slowly, gingerly from the floor. She held it there trembling, quivering, waiting for the second he would fuck his cock into her upthrust cunt.
"Yeah, stupid dumb mother bitch," Paul growled.
Ellen didn't care what he called her. She wanted the youth's mouth on her thighs, bruising the muscles, tearing at the flesh, even gnawing at her pussy. Writhing, twisting like a snake under him, Ellen silently begged her foster son for more sensation, more excitement from his fingers, mouth and prick.
"Oh God, God!"
Paul jammed one hand between her legs. She could feel his fingers curling around her cunt, pressing into the warm, moist, trembling cunt flesh. It was as if someone had touched her with something incredibly hot and yet incredibly cold. Throwing her head back, letting out a throaty growl, Ellen wriggled her hips from side to side. Those fingers, those wonderful, tearing fingers were pressing into her trembling cunt flesh, the nails scraping over the hot, wet meat. Ellen twisted her head around, the muslces protruding from her neck while one leg kicked out like that of a frog. "Uh, uh, uh...."
She had become a beast, a horny, unthinking beast wanting only to be fucked hard and fast and brutally.
"Oh yeah, yeah," he groaned.
Paul was moving his thumb around, fucking it into her hot, wet pussy crack. She felt the nail scraping against the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer cuntlips. Ellen jerked convulsively, snapping her knees together against his sides, rubbing them up and down while wallowing her shoulderblades frantically against the floor.
The fiend! The animal! Instead of toying with her clit, he had crushed it under his jagged nail. Ellen screamed, her face blanching while her eyes glazed and rolled up into her head. Her toes fanned out while the balls of her feet banged hard against his waist. She begged and sobbed, twisting around under him. But still that awful nail cut into her clit.
"Yaggggghhhh! Oh ... uhhhhh, take it out!"
Ellen shrieked again. Her ass cheeks tensed and flexed, her tits jiggling madly while her cunt jerked up and down. The blonde was panting heavily now, her neck veins distended. She fought to keep from crying out in agony.
Paul slowly drew his hand away, wiping his juice-slicked hand on her thighs. The muted sucking sound of the withdrawal made Ellen shiver.
"Now, Mom ... yeah, Mom, gonna fuck you outta your mind!"
The words made her flesh crawl, pucker up into goose pimples. Again, Ellen clenched her thighs, feeling the hot electricity sputter in her pussy. Paul lowered himself onto her belly, prying her legs farther apart with those rough fingers. Ellen closed her eyes, tears oozing from under her lids. Her mouth was a straight tight scar while a pulse leaped through her throat. How tight her chest was, while her mouth became as dry as cotton. Spasms of lust snapped through her belly, hardening the muscles there until they hurt. His weight was pressing her down uncomfortably against the floor.
"Uhhhhhh...."
"Ohhhh, nice, nice Mom. Yeah, you dig that, me callin' you Mom, huh?" he said, noticing Ellen's increasing excitement.
"I ... oh God, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered.
"Gettin' fucked ... really gettin' fucked by your son," Paul whispered, flicking his tongue in her ear.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
She felt his hot, spongy cockhead working its way through the tangled forest of her pussy hairs. She felt the" drag of his balls against her fuck slot, felt his cock working her cunt open.
"Noooooo!"
Again, the frantic blonde clawed her fingernails over the back of Paul's neck. But nothing could stop the stud from raping her. She felt him spreading her a little farther apart, splitting her open. Her cuntlips unstuck and flattened back while her knees edged back, back toward her tits.
"Ohhhhh shit, yeah, man-could cum all over your fuckin' belly right now," Paul hissed through his teeth.
"No, oh, no, no, no!"
Ellen rolled her head from side to side. Paul's cockhead had worked its way into her tight, hot pussy. It was coated with her flowing pussy juices now, spreading apart the tense, itchy cuntmeat. The blonde let out a gasp, Sucked in a lungful of air and held it as yet another inch of her foster son's prick squeezed into her cunt. Her knees fell back toward her tits farther while Paul angled forward a little more for a better fucking angle.
"Uhhhhhh!" Ellen ground her teeth together until they nearly chipped. She could feel his balls against her fuzzy cuntal mound.
"Oh yeah, Mom, yeah! Fuck, it's sure good workin' my prick into you," Paul growled, pushing his fingers through her flowing blonde hair and tugging at it until she yowled.
"No, no!"
"Yeah, it's real good fuckin' your old lady, your Mom. That's what really turns you on, huh? Havin' your son fuck the shit outta you?"
Shivery hot thrills shot through her loins, turning her crotch into a mass of warm, quivering flesh. Again and again the confused blonde tensed her thigh muscles, snapping them together, rubbing them against her foster son's muscular body. Oh, oh, how she loved feeling his cock fucking into her pussy!
"Can't ... can't be happening ... oh God, no, no, can't...."
"You bet it is, Mom! Fuck, you're hotter 'n' half the cunts around here I've been fuckin' lately."
She felt him stopping, felt him working his thighs from side to side. He was stirring his prick inside her as if it were some giant fleshy spoon. She loved feeling that big cockshaft rubbing up against her clit, then stirring around and around in her belly until she felt completely stuffed with cockmeat. His hand slipped from her hair down to her tits, squeezing the fleshy mound, making her stiff nipple pop up even more from the surrounding itchy flesh. Oh, it was marvelous, so good, feeling her son fucking her this way!
"Take it, you Goddamned hot bitch!" he shouted, jerking his thighs and forcing a few more inches of cock into her cunt.
"Uhhhhh!"
Ellen shut her eyes tightly, arching her back and rubbing her thighs hard against her .foster son's body. The feel of his hot sweaty flesh, the touch of his body hair against her smooth white flesh was an erotic sensation. Every square inch of her skin was on fire, burning with lust!
"Ohhhhhh!" It was a cry of wild desire, the cry preceding orgasm.
She knew it, an so did Paul. Both of them shivered, Ellen stabbing her nails into his back and greedily hunching her cunt up, up until it swallowed all the ten, thick, throbbing inches of her son's prick.
"Yeah, go for it, you dumb bitch! Come on, eat it all up with your ... uhhhh ... with your cunt," he gasped.
Her ass hung there in mid-air for a second, trembling, the ass cheeks flexing, relaxing, then flexing again while her cuntal muscles spasmed around Paul's prick. Ellen opened her eyes, peering up through her long blonde lashes at her foster son. His mouth was working as if trying to form words. But nothing except strangled sounds came from between his sensuous lips. His jaw was tight, his forehead wrinkled while the cords stood out on his neck. She knew he was close, very, very close to shooting his jism in her cunt.
"Fuck! Jesus Christ, Mom. I never fucked a cunt that could do that," Paul gasped, opening his eyes and staring hotly down at her.
"Oh God, God!"
Then all conversation stopped. A powerful shock of spasms gripped Ellen's throat. She began bobbing her ass up and down, one leg kicking the coffee table over while the other hooked hard around her foster son's back. She wanted to cum, wanted to explode with a wild fury-with Paul's prick shooting jism inside her cunt! She felt those heavy, hairy balls rubbing against her upturned ass and wanted to feel his white-hot spunk spattering against her convulsing pussy walls. How she wanted to cum with her son's cock in her cunt!
"Uhhhhhh...." Ellen's shivery moans grew louder and louder.
Her ass pranced for more prick while her cries told Paul what she needed. The young stud began fucking fast and hard now, his muscular thighs working like pile drivers while his balls slapped wetly against her ass. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster his tempo built, the friction burning Ellen's clit.
She was clutching him, grabbing at him, scratching his back with her long nails while beating his back with her heels. More! She wanted more cock! Long strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth, wetting her cheeks and chin as he fucked her, riding her as if she were a prize rodeo mare. Again and again, he rubbed his prick against her clit, pulled at her hair, even slapped her at times across the face or on the ass to increase the sensations racing through her. He rode her down onto the floor, showing no mercy.
How she loved his strong belly pressing against hers, the feel of his legs spreading hers apart while his fingers caressed her long blonde hair. And there were those noises, those sexy squishy noises of his prick trenching out her fuckhole, working it bigger, spearing her pussy again and again! Ellen felt as if the world had ceased to exist. There were only the two of them, Ellen and Pual, mother and son, fucking their brains out on the living room floor. "Uhhhhhhh!"
Paul shut his mother up by cementing his lips hard against hers, driving his tongue down deep toward the back of her throat. At the same time, he held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt.
Ellen felt her body shiver all over in a way that she had nearly forgotten. Yes, oh yes! It was just as if Hank were alive, toying with her, playing with her as he had loved to. She was on the brink, swaying over some dark abyss as if she were drunk. Well, she was-drunk with fuck-lust. Again and again, the blonde cried out, jerking hr ass from left to right, her clit swollen and hot. Paul was pulling sheer pleasure from her soft cuntlips, making her clit pulse with a raging tickle and jolting cries of pleasure from her throat.
"No, no ... gonna ... ohhhh Paul, Paul! Gonna cum! Oh my God, can't stop ... can't...."
It was too late. It was as if someone had pushed her over the edge. Brilliant lights exploded in front of her, blinding the wild woman to everything except her cunt and that fat cock fucking around in her pussy. She heard her foster son say something foul. A torrent of dirty words exploded from his mouth while his body jerked and bounced against hers. He was hitting her again, slapping her face, pulling her hair out by the roots while fucking his cock violently into her cunt. She loved it, loved the brutality, loved the awful violence combined with the lust she felt. The two of them seemed natural together somehow, the one reinforcing the other. She bit blood from her lower lip, chewing it hard as she felt the itchy tingle explode into something savage, something she had rarely known. "Yagggghhhhhhh!"
A thousand white-hot fires burned between her legs. She was only a second away from madness. And then that second had passed. She was insane, wild with yelping fits of pure pleasure. Ellen floated on a sea of ecstasy, tossed from wave to wave like a ship caught in a whirlpool. A core of joy engulfed her as she pitched and writhed under her foster son's rough fucking. She was cumming, cumming with his prick in her pussy, with his spunk slicking down her convulsing cuntal walls. Oh, it was good, so good! He was kissing her hard, their mingled spit oozing down her chin and cheeks while she came and came and came!
And then it was over. Ellen sighed, her hands dropping to her sides. Her back and shoulders ached from the awkward position on the floor. And Paul's body weight was pressing the air from her lungs. She shifted position, feeling terribly uncomfortable. And yet how delicious it was, having her son's cock still inside her cunt. It was good, feeling her pussy walls still being stretched by that long, thick cock. Yes, his prick was still long and thick, even now, as it softened.
"Good fuck, Mom. Real good fuck! But I got better plans," he said, smiling strangely at her.
"What ... what do you mean?" Ellen said hesitantly, feeling nervous at her foster son's words.
"You'll find out. And maybe even Julie will find out."
Ellen stiffened, feeling a rush of motherly protection course through her. She narrowed her eyes, putting one hand up against Paul's chest.
"Leave Julie out of this."
Paul's lips curled up, that mocking, sardonic smile appearing once more.
"Protective, huh? You weren't that protective toward me when I came here," Paul said, frowning deeply while fucking his prick in and out of his mother's sucking pussy.
"That was different. Julie is a young girl, innocent. I don't want her...."
"Knowin' about this, huh?" Paul said.
Ellen turned away, feeling her cheeks red dening at his words.
"She wouldn't think too much of her mother if she knew what had happened here ... right on the floor. Fuckin' your son on the floor like some kinda animal, right? What would your darlin' daughter think then?"
His words became harsher, his voice rising. When Ellen tried turning away again Paul grabbed her head, framing her skull with both hands and pressing them against her ears so hard she thought he would crush her head.
"She's gonna get what she deserves ... when she comes back. Meanwhile," he said, calming himself down and rubbing his fingers against her face, "you're gonna have some fun with me ... me and my buddies. They like a cunt with some action."
"Paul ... you don't know what you're saying ... you just don't" Ellen felt her throat tighten.
What on earth had she gotten into? It was a nightmare, a horrible, terrible nightmare in which she was the leading character. But no, it was real, all too real. She could feel her foster son's prick hardening in her pussy once more, feel the cockhead begin moving back and forth, stretching her cunt again in that wonderfully delicious way.
"Yeah, sure. I know what the fuck's goin' on, Mom," he said, emphasizing the last word. "You wanna get laid real bad ... by me, by anybody. Don't matter much, just as long as you get some cock in you, right? Well, you're gonna have more 'n you bargained for. But you're gonna have to pay for it."
"Pay?"
"Never mind. We're gonna fuck some more. And then ... you'll find out."
Ellen felt his prick hardening, growing stiff and rigid and thick. He was cupping her tits now with both hands, the thumbs strumming over her stiffening nipples while the fingers pressed into her soft tit flesh. Oh yes, yes, it had been so very long since she'd had a man touching her this way, fucking her this way. Even if it was her foster son, it was still so good having his cock doing all these wonderful things to her. Again, she felt the rough touch of the carpeting against her bare ass, felt her body responding quickly to Paul's touch, to his fucking. Yes, oh yes, it was wonderful to have his prick in her cunt! What price would she have to pay? At this point, Ellen didn't care. She just wanted to fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
Nearly two days had passed since that awful scene with her foster son. Paul had been going to a special school that summer to learn automobile repair, something her late husband Hank had arranged just before he'd died. It would be a good career for the young boy to have. Hank had always thought about Paul in that way, just as if he were his own son.
And how was Paul repaying the man who had helped him? How was Paul honoring his memory? By brutally fucking Hank's wife!
Ellen stood by the kitchen that late afternoon, twisting the silver wedding ring from her finger, then laying it carefully in a drawer. No, she couldn't wear that, not after what had happened two nights ago in the living room. How she had loved that cock, loved the fucking her foster son had given her. She had gone to bed after the second reaming, his cum oozing from her cunt slit and dripping down her thighs. She had been so weakened by his fucking, so drained.
While lying there naked on her king-sized bed and staring at the dark ceiling, she remembered his warning words about what would happen to her and her daughter Julie. How she trembled that night, folding her arms tightly across her chest and hugging her body. How she dreaded seeing her foster son again in the morning-and yet she wanted to rush from her room and embrace the big stud that very evening! Conflicting thoughts and feelings whirled about in her mind as she lay there in the dark, crying herself to sleep.
The phone! Ellen roused herself from her stupor and walked to the foyer.
"Hi, Mom. It's Julie ... here at the camp," a cheerful young voice said over the receiver. Ellen put one hand to her throat, struggling for control. Julie! No, she couldn't say anything that would arouse her daughter's suspicion.
"Julie? Why are you calling now? Is something wrong?" There was a pause.
"Uh ... no, not exactly. I just ... well, it's boring here, and I'd like to come home for a while. The camp counselors said they wouldn't mind. There's a bus leaving tomorrow and-"
"No," Ellen said firmly, nearly shouting the word over the phone.
No, she couldn't let her emotions get in the way. Control. Control.
"No," she said more softly, rubbing her fingers over her tits. "It's just too hot here in the city. Besides, we paid good money for your camp this summer. Surely you can stay there the full term. You come here, Julie, and you know you just won't go back."
There was another long pause at the other end of the phone.
"Is ... is something wrong, Mother?"
Ellen reddened, twisting the coiled plastic phone cord nervously. Did Julie suspect something? What did she know? How could she possibly guess what had happened several .nights ago? Ellen burned with shame at the thought that her daughter might suspect something was going on between her and Paul.
"No, of course not," she said quickly, almost breathlessly. "Just try to get along better with the others. Is there something else?"
"No, nothing," Julie said disappointedly. "I'll ring off for now. I'm okay, Mom. Talk to you later."
There was a click, then a buzzing sound. Ellen sighed. At least a confrontation was put off for a while longer. Hanging up the receiver, she turned, hugging herself tightly while leaning against the kitchen doorjamb. This had to stop. It just couldn't go any further. Fucking her son, her own foster son! It just wasn't done! And he was talking about bringing her daughter Julie into this. No, no, it couldn't happen! It couldn't get out of control.
Then Ellen heard the sound of Paul's car pulling into the drive. Moving to the kitchen window, she drew back the curtains and saw him climbing from the front seat. She stood there, her body trembling, quivering with excitement. She should run, should leave the house right now. But something made her stay. She stood there by the sink, feeling her breath become short, feeling her body grow light as hse heard his heavy footsteps draw near.
"I've been doing some work downstairs lately, Mom. You heard me?"
Ellen saw the mocking smile appear on his lips once more. She put one hand to her chest, pushing thoughts of her daughter from her mind. She knew something would happen tonight, something between her and her son.
"I ... I heard something," she admitted in a meek voice.
"Thought I was doin' something for school, huh? You been downstairs?" he said, putting his books down on the counter and narrowing his eyes at her.
"No, no," she said, seeing flickers of perverse emotion show briefly around his eyes.
He was squinting, studying her for a moment. Then his face relaxed and that easy smile reappeard. Ellen shuddered.
"Then, let's go downstairs. I think you're gonna like what you see."
There was a strange tone to his voice. It was happening, happening all over again. She hesitated, wiping her dampening palms on her dress. Paul started for the basement door, stopped at the foot of the stairs, then turned around, giving her a hard stare. Yes, she had to go, had to follow him. Something was forcing her to, taking charge, pushing her along. It was a dark force, something she had never felt before in her life. And now it was as real as the kitchen table she walked around.
She followed her foster son down the stairs like a zombie, a creature with no will. How many times had she gone down these stairs in the past? But now there was something new, something excitingly forbidden about them. The wood squeaked and groaned under her foot as she neared the bottom. The damp smell of the cellar invaded her nostrils. Paul had already reached the bottom, turning on the few bare electric bulbs hanging precariously from wires stapled to the wood-beam ceiling. Ellen reached the foot of the stairs. There was the smell of freshly cut wood. Yes, she had heard her son working downstairs. But that was nothing unusual. He had done that many times in the past, his father having encouraged him to work with his hands. Ellen never paid particular attention to his work. And, after what had happened up there in the living room, she was a little nervous about being alone with him. "Like it?"
She turned and saw a large wooden case standing at an angle, leaning against one of the cinder-block basement walls. It looked almost like a coffin.
"What...?"
"Got the idea from a story we read in school by Poe. Come on, Mom, take it off. Strip, or I'll peel off them clothes with my belt," he said threateningly, starting to unbuckle his belt.
Ellen shuddered, hesitating for a moment, then she reached back and unzipped her dress. She knew it would come to this. She had known all along. She would have fled if she lid been a decent woman. But she wasn't. Oh God-God in heaven help her-she wasn't decent. She was a slut, a wanton slut who wanted her foster son to fuck her again. If this was the way he did it, if this was what he needed to turn himself on, so be it.
Gracefully, Ellen shrugged off the light cotton dress, stepping from it and draping it neatly over the workbench. She stood there in the cool basement, shivering slightly in her bra and panties. Paul smiled with that sardonic grin, then turned and walked over to the case. She watched with foreboding curiosity as he opened the front of the casket, examined the insides, then turned back toward her and motioned for her to come forward.
"Inside." His voice was low, trembling, just as it had been when he had fucked her that night.
Ellen stared at him questioningly, then realized there could be no questions. There could be nothing but strict obedience to her foster son. He was in control, manipulating her, directing her will, her actions, her thoughts. There was no recourse. She stepped inside the small casket, turning and resting her back against the freshly cut wood. "Paul, I...."
He slammed the top shut hard, the loud bang and rsulting rush of air making her cry out with surprise and fear.
Then there was silence. The mummy's case-for that was what it reminded her of-was so dark and confining. She opened her mouth and gasped for oxygen, her fingers rubbing up against the splintery wood. She could hardly move, certainly not turn around. She was trapped in there, really trapped, standing straight up with only an inch or two of space on either side. Surely, this was something like being buried alive. She breathed harder, her chest rising and falling heavily while a fine coating of perspiration coated her bare flesh. What was he going to do to her? Her cunt tightened, the cuntal walls growing moist as they rubbed against one another from her subtle thigh movements. Yes, even this horror, this bizarre torment was exciting her! She curled her fingers and dug the nails into her naked thighs, sighing, waiting impatiently for Paul's next move.
"Comfy?"
The mocking words made her start. She said nothing, feeling the front of the heavy wooden case pressing against her tits and shoving her ass against the back of the coffin. It was so close, so very, very close in there-she could taste her breath pumping back at her. Ellen knew she had to conserve her oxygen, couldn't breathe much in here. Was this it? Was he going to bury her alive? She remembered him saying something about Poe and school. Poe wrote stories about people buried alive. Was this how she would end? Excitement turned to panic as she tried to twist around in that horrible case. What awful, bizarre thing did her foster son have in store for her?
Ellen found herself remembering several childhood prayers as she stood there helplessly. It was only after several more moments had passed that she noticed a few holes in the case. Light trickled in, leaving spots of illumination on her entrapped body. She heard movement outside. Paul was shuffling around outside, opening drawers, whistling some nondescript tune as if he were working on one of his cars! Ellen shifted position as best she could, folding one leg over the other, waiting, waiting-waiting for his next move.
It came quickly. There was the sound of scraping nearby. Air was coming through the small holes drilled all around her, providing some relief.
A foster mother! How all the brochures i depicted the joy, the love she would have from becoming a foster mother. How she and Hank had hoped that would be true-expanding their little family to include an unfortunate boy who needed love, understanding, attention. How little she realized it would end like this-her being a slave to her foster son! "Uhhhhh...."
More scraping sounds. Ellen concentrated on the present. Before she could think of what was happening, something scraped along the outside of the case opposite her throat. What was it? She could hardly tilt her head down to look. Peering over her nose, Ellen saw a silhouette of something very long and thin, needle-like, easing through one of those tiny holes. A knitting needle! Or something like that. Oh God, he was going to spear her to death in there!
"No, no, no!" she shouted, closing her eyes, throwing back her head hard so that it struck the wooden backing. Clenching her fists, Ellen pounded hard against the splintery wood, creating a hell of a sound in that tiny entrapping casket. "No!"
There was only laughter meeting her wild cries. The needle slipped forward a little more, twisting, turning, aiming for her throat. Again Ellen screamed, her eyes widening until she thought they would pop out. Then the sharp tip touched her throat and all sound stopped.
She stood there, breathing shallowly with wheezing sounds, sweat streaking her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest like a bass drum. Her toes fanned out, curling until they cramped as the needle twisted and pressed more firmly against the base of her throat. Ellen coughed, feeling her mind going black with unconsciousness.
"Uhhhhh ... oh God!"
The needle twisted back, scraping against the wood. She let out sighs of relief, scratching her nails nervously against her thighs. Paul was a fiend! He was going to torment her this way all evening! Another scraping sound. Again Ellen lowered her eyes, narrowing them and squinting in the darkness.
She saw two needles coming at her tits! Gasping, she flattened her shoulders against the wood. Whimpering, Ellen tried drawing her hands to her tits. But the case was far too small. She struggled, the muscles in her arms aching from the effort. In a moment the needles were touching her bra, the points tearing at the stiff material. Paul was pushing them harder, twisting them around as if he were trying to screw the metal weapons into her body. Ellen screamed, jerking her head from left to right, shaking her body as if somehow that would force those horrible needles away.
"Yaggghhhhh!"
Then she felt the needles penetrate the stiff material of her bra. Ellen felt the points pressing against her flesh, forcing the sensitive skin around her nipple to quiver.
"No! Oh God, no, no, you're ... uhhhh ... you're going to kill meeeeeee!"
Ellen bruised her knuckles against the sides of the case as the needles continued to pierce the cotton material of her bra and bruise her nipples. Her tits swelled as the needles moved against her blood-filled tit tips. Ellen sobbed, trying to draw back from the attack. But her knees banged against the case, preventing her from moving anywhere. She moved her mouth in a silent prayer while she heard her foster son chuckle with a terrible intensity.
"Damned good time I'm havin' out here, Mom. You liking it too?"
"No, no! Get me out of here!" she screamed back, hitting her head against the rear of the case as her son twisted the needles around more.
He was pressing the needles farther in. For a moment Ellen thought they were going to pierce her nipples. And how strange. The sensation of pain, of fear was making her cunt hot, her clit swell up and quiver. She moved her ass back and forth against the wood. She could feel the splinters catching and tearing at her panties as she shifted her ass from side to side. Everything contributed to the hot, ticklish sensation bubbling between her legs.
More scraping sounds. The pressure of the needles against her nipples eased. It was then Ellen realized her foster son was pushing more needles into the lower holes, shoving them toward her cunt. Again, she banged her knees against the front of the case, wailing like a mad woman. He was going to use her as his human pincushion! She cried out wildly, jerking her body so hard she thought for a moment she would tip over the case.
"Easy, Mom, you don't have to let me know you dig it that much," Paul said mockingly.
"No, oh God, you're hurting me! It ... you're hurting me!" she screamed, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
Her pleas were only met by derisive laughter and more needles. Some were touching her bare thighs now, pricking her skin, making her flesh quiver with fear and excitement. Ellen banged her knuckles hard against the sides of the case, her nostrils flaring with terror. Two more needles shot in from the rear, one pricking the gray-pink wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole. Ellen cried out, jerking forward, nearly impaling her tits on the first two needles. She was trapped in that case, at the mercy of her demented foster son! "Stop! Stop this!"
But the needles kept coming. Paul sent in one needle after another, first shoving them in the top, then concentrating on the ones around her pussy.
"Yaggggghhhh!"
Ellen felt she was going out of her mind! She twisted, banging her body against the splintery wood, tearing her nails at her thighs as the pain grew worse and worse. Now the needles pricked her cuntlips, making the sensitive membranes shiver and tighten. It was as if a thousand teeth were tearing at her cunt, nipping at her clit. Her ass tightened as another needle jabbed at her asshole.
"Nooooo! Oh God, God!"
Ellen began beating the sides of the case with her fists. The needles seemed to be digging deeper and deeper. Their steady probing made her sweat while her cuntal nerves tingled with a maddening delight. The blonde woman slammed her head back as the needles threatened to pierce her cuntlips and her clit.
"Ohhhh ... uuuhuhhhhhh!"
The searing, dizzying agony made her body shake. She seemed on the brink of losing her mind as the pain somehow became a wonderful, delicious pleasure. It was a feeling, a wonderful feeling that made her gnash her teeth as her clit quivered on the brink of orgasm.
Ellen bawled and begged for the pain to stop, and yet she prayed it would go on and on. She couldn't believe anything like this could be so wonderful.
And then ... and then her climax came, an explosion that sent her reeling back.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
No, she couldn't hide this from her son, not if she tried as hard as she could. The waves of lust came on and on as she twisted, beat and screamed like a maniac in that hellish confining mummy case.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen had no idea what happened after her climax. She was exhausted, having fallen against the front of the case after her orgasm. She couldn't fall to the floor. The box was too narrow. Her muscles ached and throbbed from the tension and the askwardness of such confinement.
There was movement outside, shuffling of her son's feet. Would he leave her in the coffin longer? Even with all those holes, it was becoming very difficult to breathe. More sweat oozed from her pores, wetting down her flesh. Then there were the sounds of the needles being withdrawn. Thank God! Oh thank God! At least that torture was over. She found herself smiling, smiling in spite of the horrors her foster son had visited upon her. What was happening to her? She was thinking he hadn't finished with her-and found herself smiling even more broadly! Oh God, God, Something horrible had happened to her, some change she couldn't understand yet! "Mom?"
The door opened, a rush of cool air blowing against her body. She tumbled forward, falling into Paul's arms. How good it was to get out of that box. For a second, just for a second, she felt delighted. Then the realization that her ordeal was far from over tensed her mind once more.
"That was only a sample, Mom. I'm here by myself. Couldn't get ahold of some of the other guys ... you know, the ones you and dad didn't like me hanging around with. I still do, and they'd love to fuck you. Yeah, really get into you."
Paul dragged his mother away from the case.
"No, Paul, you can't ... can't do this to me. Oh please!"
But her cries went unnoticed. He pulled her across the cracked concrete floor. In a moment Ellen felt herself dropped to the floor. There were rags and old rugs that broke her fall. She braced herself with one hand, shaking the loose hair from her eyes. Paul was unbuckling his belt once more. But this time there was no more threat, no words telling her if she didn't do something he would hit her. No, now he was sliding the belt from the loops, curling it, doubling it and striking the looped end lightly against one thigh. His eyes told her what was next. Ellen whimpered, curling her fingers into the pile of old clothes under her while drawing her knees up slowly toward her tits. She stared wide-eyed at the leather, almost feeling its supple warmth against her flesh.
"You always said I needed a good beating whenever I did somethin' you didn't like," Paul began, licking his lips. "Now the table's turned."
"I never struck you!" she cried quickly, her breath becoming short, shallow, raspy. "I never had your father abuse you."
Paul laughed, sliding the belt slowly across his mother's face. Ellen flinched back, rolling onto her ass and scooting away from him. Paul followed, the belt dangling in front of him like some kind of horrible noose.
"Uh!"
Ellen's shoulders struck the front of the water heater. She felt the warm porcelain against her spine, heard the gentle hissing of the gas jets below. Her foster son was blocking the exit route again. The woman panicked, drawing her arms protectively over her chest while focusing her attention on that horrible belt. He was going to strike her with that, beat her as if she were some kind of disobedient child!
"No, Paul, don't!"
But his eyes were glittering in that same mad way as before. There was no talking to him when he got that way. She tensed, hardening her muscles, trying to ready herself for the first blow.
Ellen watched, her eyes bugging out, her head falling back while her knees drew together. The belt seemed to hover mid-air over her for a moment, then descend in a horrible arc toward her belly. Ellen tried moving her hands down from her tits, but Paul was far too fast. There was the sound of leather smacking against flesh, quickly followed by the woman's quavering outcry. Ellen felt the hot slashing of the leather across the flesh below her ribs. She jerked, her knees snapping up and nearly striking her forehead. Rolling around on her belly, the woman began crawling away on her hands and knees.
"You ain't gettin' nowhere. Ain't nowhere to go."
"Oh no, no, don't ... oh don't!"
Again, there was that horrible hissing in the air. Ellen gathered some rags in one hand and bit down on them, drawing her elbows in against her waist. Her knees slipped forward as the leather slapped against her ass.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
She could feel the heat of the blow against her ass cheeks. The leather belt tore at her panties, ripping the thin nylon along her ass crack. Ellen felt the cool air rushing in against her warm flesh and wailed. She tried crawling forward, pulling the rags and rugs along with her. She was moving along the side of the water heater when a third, fourth, then a fifth blow burned her ass.
"Yaggghhhhhh!"
Slivers of incredible heat shot out from her jiggling ass cheeks, racing to her clit.
"Goddamned bitch ... bitch ... bitch!" he cried with each downward thrust.
Ellen cried out, her body rolling from one side to the other with the force of the blows. She yowled like a cat, crawling away, her hair splashing across her pain-twisted face.
"No! Stop it, Paul! Oh God, God, you don't know what you're doing. I'm your mother! Stop it!"
But Paul didn't stop it. The belt slashed on, leaving long red marks on her back. At times Ellen tried to prepare herself for the belting, tensing her muscles, grinding her teeth together, holding in her breath. But the tension only made her muscles ache all that much more when the belt came down and chewed on her flesh. The blazing agony of her plump, jiggling, beaten ass radiated quickly to her cunt, the pain somehow changing to another sensation far more powerful and delightful. Paul had nearly whipped her panties from her body. Now only the elastic waistband and a few shreds of nylon clung to her body. She felt the drag of her pussy against the rags beneath her. Anything seemed to feel good against her hot pussy.
"Yaggghhh!"
More red stripes broke out on her ass where the belt had cut into her. Welts, meaty looking gashes appeared as the belt peeled through the air and smacked dryly on her ass.
And Paul kept on, not paying one bit of attention to the yammering cries of mercy from his mother. No area of her body was safe or sacred. Again, Ellen clenched her ass cheeks until they ached, trying to protect the sensitive ring of her asshole. Paul saw what she was trying to do and beat farther up, attacking the skin of her shoulders.
"Nooo ... oh God!" Ellen banged her head against the side of the water heater, nearly singeing her hair on the small blue flame at the bottom. She moaned, shook her head to clear it as yet another blow came down across the backs of her knees.
"Oh, oh, you're crazy ... you're insane," she whimpered, clawing more rags under her chin and chewing at them.
"Yeah, crazy for this kinda shit. And you're gonna find out just how crazy!"
The stripes across her lower back hurt her terribly. For a while Ellen thought he had flailed all the skin from her spine. She swung around, stretching out one hand and gripping the rusty supports for the water heater. Oh, she needed strength to get her through this terrible ordeal. "Uhhhhh...."
Then despair took over. She let her ass cheeks relax, rolling her head to one side and pressing one cheek against her upper arm. This was what Paul had been waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the belt down the valley of her ass crack. The looped end of the belt caught at the base of her shitter, pulling that wrinkled ring of flesh out of shape. It felt as if he had torn her bowels out with one sharp blow.
Ellen screamed, her spine curling, her body jerking as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. The incredible shooting pain rocketed up to her brain and nearly blew the top of her head off. She kept jerking convulsively, the top of her cuntal mound grinding against the basement floor. A flood of juice rushed out of her cunt. The impact just above her clit sent a shower of sparks into her overheated pussy.
Paul stopped for a while, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand. He was breathing heavily, standing astride over his cowering mother. Ellen was whimpering into the rags, inhaling the musky aroma from the torn clothing. What a horrible thing this had been! She thought of that night when he had raped her, fucked his prick into her cunt and made her dance and jiggle like some kind of puppet, a slave to his cock. And now he was beating her within an inch of her life. And how she loved it! Dear God in heaven, she loved it!
Paul struck her several more times, concentrating the looped belt around her ass cheeks. Ellen whimpered, feeling what little strength she had left evaporating quickly under the steady, hammering blows of his belt.
Then the blows stopped. Ellen lay quietly on the floor, her tears wetting down the rags gathered under her chin. She felt a gnawing tension grow in her belly. The silence meant her foster son was up to something. She knew this, felt it with every bone in her body.
"Enjoy that, Mom? Enjoy havin' your ass warmed up like that?"
Ellen moaned, refusing to answer. She heard Paul shuffling up next to her. Then she felt the belt looped around her chin. He was straddling her, tugging up at her with the belt. The leather slid back, choking off her windpipe. Her body arched upward, the belt cutting into the flesh of her chin.
"I can't hear you, Mom. Come on, you always told me to speak up at the table. Now I'm tellin' you to talk, or I'm gonna choke the life outta you. Understand? Now talk, damn it!"
"Uhhh ... ughghghhh...."
Ellen tried to form words with her mouth. But he had her neck bent back all the way, the leather belt having slipped back a little farther onto her throat and choking yet more oxygen from her body. He was going to knock her senseless if he kept that up. She tried getting up, tried standing up to ease the pressure against her windpipe. Paul cursed, moved one foot around, and placed the heel squarely at the base of her spine. He shoved down, flattening the woman against the floor with the exception of her chin. He was still tugging up with the belt, enjoying the choked, strangled sounds Ellen was making as she tried to speak.
"Can't understand you. That's all right," he muttered, easing the pressure of the belt around her throat.
The blonde gasped, coughing, sucking-in more oxygen to feed her body.
"Don't ... just ... just leave me alone, Paul. Just go away and leave me alone," Ellen begged, tears again staining her cheeks.
"Can't do that, Mom. You know that. I've gotta see this fuckin' thing through. I wanna see just how much you can take."
With that he moved around, still keeping the belt looped around her chin. He wrapped it around now so that it was like a leash, a horrible black leather leash that threatened to choke off the air once more if she refused to obey him.
"You know," he mused, glancing down at his black leather engineering boots, "I haven't had these fuckin' things cleaned and shined since you and Dad bought 'em for me."
Ellen blinked, staring at the boots in front of her. Already, she had an idea of what was coming her way next and she shuddered.
"Oh no, don't make me do that," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side.
But Paul jerked the belt on her neck, choking off any more protests. "Clean 'em up, baby. Come on, Mom, lick
'em clean, get that tongue all around my boots and lick 'em off for me."
Ellen felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to tell him she would rather die, would rather have him flail the skin off her back than touch those filthy boots with her mouth. But the reality of the belt leashed around her throat made her think twice. The sooner she satisfied him, the sooner she brought pleasure to her savage foster son, the sooner he would let her go.
He moved one boot up to her lip, breathing hard as she bent her head back and opened her mouth. She could smell the filth reeking from the leather, felt the bile rising sourly in her throat. No, she couldn't vomit! Got only knows what he would do to her then!
"Come on, lick 'em up good."
Gingerly, Ellen stuck out her tongue, trailing the tip of it along the outer seam of his boot. She tasted something awful, turned her head and spit out a mixture of filth and saliva. Paul laughed, then jerked up on that awfull belt leash he had made. She gagged, then moved her head back to his belt. Up, down, around her tongue went, leaving a long wet trail of saliva along the dusty leather of his engineering boot. He had her clean out all the cracks around the back strap, then move around to the worn-down heel.
"Ohhhhhh God!" s
"That's it, Mom, that's it, clean it up real good. Yeah, you're polishin' it better than half them dummies on the street."
Ellen moved back around to the tip of his boot, drawing her tongue over the worn leather, then moving up toward the ankle.
"That's enough."
Thank God! Again she twisted her head around and spit out that horrible mixture of dirt and saliva.
"Now this one."
Ellen groaned, seeing him shove the other boot up against her. She begged him with her eyes not to do this to her. But her pleading stare was met only with that awful cold look she was beginning to know so well.
"Oh God...."
Again, she moved her tongue around the sides of his boot, cleaning off the heel, twisting her face around and spitting. Paul watched, his breathing increasing to a shallow raspy pant while his mother licked his boots clean.
"Good, that's real good."
More than once, Ellen thought she was going to vomit. Her choked coughs came dangerously close. But she fought down the desire, swallowed the sour bile rising in her throat, especially when Paul menaced her with his free foot. At times she could feel the heel touching her spine, a warning that if she should retch he would kick her in the back. "That's enough."
Ellen pulled away, wiping her lips against the filthy rags still cushioning in her body from the floor. She prayed silently that something would happen to interrupt this horrible little session-perhaps another call from her daughter Julie, a neighbor knocking at the door, something that would force Paul to end this madness.
But nothing happened. He stared down at her, licking his lips once more, then knelt down beside her. Ellen trembled, shrinking back from her foster son.
"You don't have to be worried, Mom. I ain't gonna hurt you no more . ... leastwise, not tonight," Paul said in a soft voice. It was almost comforting.
Ellen whimpered, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. She was trembling, actually trembling under her son's touch. How things had changed in the past few moments. Instead of being his mother, she was his victim, a trembling, helpless victim of his whims.
"Don't ... don't...."
That was the only word she could say as he trailed one finger along her back. Was he going to kick her senseless, burn her, torment her once more with that horrible belt? Ellen cowered now as he petted her with one hand. "Did Dad ever butt-fuck you, Mom?"
"No!"
Ellen's mind raced. Once or twice, Hank had tried sticking his cock into her ass. She had even let him get as far as positioning her for the ass-fuck. But the pain, the dull ache followed by excruciating agony prevented her from letting her husband do much more than fuck his cockhead into her shitter. Why had Hank wanted to do that, anyway? Ellen couldn't understand that then, as she couldn't understand the question her foster son asked her now.
"Too bad. Well, you gotta learn sometime."
Ellen trembled. Her ordeal was only beginning. Paul was going to fuck her ass!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Nnnnngghhhhh!"
His thumb, that awful thumb was squeezing into Ellen's asshole!
She felt the jagged nail gouging at her shitter lining, the thumb twisting around and around, sending hot shivers racing from her asshole to her cunt. Ellen squirmed against the rags on the floor, her knees banging against the concrete, her hands clawing at the loose rags all around her. Several times she had tried to snap her sphincter shut and push back, tried to force her foster son's fingers out of her bowels. But Paul kept them in, torturing his mother, worming his thumb in deeper and deeper until he had it jammed in up to the big bottom knuckle.
"Uhhhhh ... oooohhh!"
Ellen twisted her head around, opening her mouth and drawing in air while she felt him fuck in another finger. Two fingers, twisting around and around in her ass, stretching her bowel lining until she thought it would tear! The frantic blonde jerked both legs outward, her toes fanning out until they cramped. Paul only laughed at her distress, fucking both fingers in deeper and deeper.
"Oh no, no! God!"
Ellen banged her forehead against the water heater once more as the pain became almost unbearable. When he began stabbing his fingers in and out in a fucking motion, she arched her back, wallowed her belly against the floor while still trying to squeeze out those horrible intruders. Oh, how they hurt her! How that twisting, digging motion made her ass burn with pain!
"Yeah, Mom, move that ass. Got it nice and hot for you with my belt. Now you're gonna move it, move it real nice for my prick," Paul growled, trying to shove another finger in her ass.
"No ... yaggggggghhhhhh!"
Ellen shrieked repeatedly, her face becoming red and pinched with agony while her asshole lining stretched a little more. He was doing it, shoving that horrible third finger into her shitter.
Lights popped in front of her, blinding the confused woman to everything except the pain throbbing in her ass. Paul was between her legs now, bending over, biting her neck. He was turning on to this terrible scene. She could feel the tip of his hot prick pressing against her jiggling, tormented ass cheeks. And still those fingers were moving around and around, the nails scraping against her silky, moist ass lining. He was fucking her ass steadily with his fingers now, jamming them in and out, up to the second finger joint! There was a soft, sucking sound, a sound that made Ellen feel nauseated.
"Ohhhhh...."
Paul stopped his finger-fucking for a moment, licking his tongue along the nape of her neck, then biting the white, sensitive flesh once more. Her foster son. How he was treating her, finger-fucking her ass like this, tormenting her! Ellen groaned, undulating her thighs against the flattened pile of dirty rags under her. The smells, the sounds, everything about his rape was disgusting. And yet ... and yet there was something appealing in it, something that attracted her as well as repulsed her.
He was pulling out now, drawing out first one finger, then the other, then finally the thumb. Ellen relaxed all her muscles, sighing with relief.
"It ain't over yet, Mom."
He was bending over her once more, both hands on her ass now, spreading the full ass cheeks outward. She felt the lewd stretching sensation and groaned once more. But this time the cry was more one of pleasure, not pain. There was that wonderfully strange sensation glowing between her legs once more, that incredible itchy, throbbing heat in her pussy.
The touch of her son's fingers against her ass, the feel of his breath blowing against her stretched shitter added somehow to the excitement. Ellen closed her eyes in shame, knowing full well she shouldn't be feeling these things. But there was nothing she could do. The touch of Paul's hands on her ass was driving her mad with fuck-lust. Try as she might, she couldn't stop that wonderful sexual sensation in her clit, making that tiny little love bud grow hard and stiff all over again.
She felt his thumbs caressing the sensitive sweaty flesh of her ass crack once more, the nails sliding dangerously close to the wrinkled skin of her shitter. He was peeling her open, pushing apart her ass cheeks, then lowering his face into the soft valley of her ass crevice.
His tongue! Oh, he was licking her ass, sticking his tongue into her asshole and licking all around, fucking his tongue in and out. How he teased her, with his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his tongue fucking her asshole! Ellen moaned, raising her ass instinctively and wagging it from side to side. Oh, she was such a slut, a shameless slut, letting her son do this to her!
"Yeah, that's it, Mom. Move that ass, come on, move it just like the bitch you are," Paul moaned, cupping his lips to her asshole and sucking hard while curling his tongue into her shitter.
Ellen thought she was going to die! The whipping, the torture in that horrible coffin, and now this! The sensations were so powerful, so terribly strong, perhaps made that way by all the distress she had had to endure earlier. Now she wiggled on the floor, her son's tongue fucking into her shitter and caressing the silky bowel lining.
"Yeah, you're ready."
Ellen gasped, she felt her foster son moving up, felt his hands press in against the sides of her body while his knees kept hers wide apart. He was lowering himself onto her body. She could feel his cock sliding up into her ass crack, then tilting back, the cockhead slipping up against her puckered asshole.
"No, Paul, you'll ... uhhhh ... you'll kill me if you ... if you do that!"
"Nobody ever died because their ass got fucked ... but you may think you're gonna die," Paul gasped, resting his chin against the back of his mother's neck.
"No! Oh please, don't do this to me!"
It had to be the ultimate humiliation, the bottom-line degradation! She felt his prickhead pressing hard against the puckered muscles of her shitter. Paul was puffing behind her, struggling for breath. Ellen waited, wondering how she would be able to take on such a long, thick cock as her son's.
There was another flutter in her cunt. She thought of lying there helplessly while he shoved that cock of his into her ass. And suddenly a fresh flood of cunt juice wet down her cuntlips. Once more Ellen tried twisting her head around to see what her foster son was doing.
"Take it, Mom."
He was holding tightly onto her hips, pulling her ass up slightly while jerking his knees forward. Ellen groaned, closing her eyes and sucking in her lower lip. She could hear her foster son grunting with the effort, felt his body tensing against hers while the fingers worked against her upper thighs. She arched her back a little. There was nothing she would be able to do to stop him. She decided to try and relax, to take that prick up her ass as best she could.
"Yaggggghhhhhhh!"
There was a sudden, piercing pain, an agony that felt as if he had stabbed her ass with a blunt spear!
Ellen screamed, her eyes widening, her nostrils flaring while sweat broke out once more on her forehead. She screamed and screamed again, her voice becoming shrill. Yelling again, she felt the fat blunt cockhead pressing against her virgin asshole. Paul was only laughing at her shouts, jeering at the way she wriggled her body in another vain attempt to scoot away from his fat prick.
"You ain't goin' nowhere ... least till I get through with you," he said, lowering his head once more and biting down on the nape of her neck until Ellen thought he broke the skin.
"Uhhhhhh...."
"Take it, Mom, take my fat prick up your ass ... yeah, goin' in now."
"No, no, noooooo!"
Ellen was shrieking louder now, her cries bouncing off the cold walls of the basement. The whole tight ring of her shitter was being shoved up into her guts. It was such a strange, weird sensation. Ellen thought her body was going to come apart at the seams. Paul was grunting and puffing behind her, drawing his prick back, then tensing his thigh and ass muscles and shoving down and forward. She felt as if she were some kind of insect being pinned to an examining board. Ellen grunted, growled, chewed and bit at the rags surrounding her face as her son kept shoving down. "Uhhhhh...."
He couldn't get past her shitter muscles. He was hunching down, pressing in. Ellen could feel his balls against her ass cheeks, feel his breath panting against the back of her neck. He was bruising her thigh flesh now with his fingers as he struggled madly to fuck his fat prickhead into her asshole.
"Come on, baby, come on, Mom! Loosen up, let me in, let me in so I can fuck the shit outta your butt," Paul grunted.
"Nooooo!"
The pressure against her asshole eased up for an instant. Ellen sighed, letting down her guard. That was all Paul needed. Holding onto her more tightly than before, he shoved down, his blunt prickhead edging past her tense ass ring and fucking well into her injured, stretched asshole.
"Nooooo!"
Ellen thought she was being torn in two, ripped in half like a piece of paper. She squirmed, moving her ass back and forth. Oh, oh, how that hurt! Even after the fingering, the licking, her ass still throbbed with agony as Paul's cock fucked in. Ellen sobbed and gagged, crying out to her foster son to stop this insanity. But Paul only growled at her, telling her to shut up.
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Ellen felt the pain of his hard fucking reaching higher and higher in her ass guts. It was spreading to all parts of her body, making her head ache, her muscles throb with the tension. And more, more of his prick was slipping in, stretching her bowels, filling her belly with a weird kind of heat.
"Feel good, Mom? Feel better 'n' havin' my cock in your cunt?"
"No, no, no!"
But that wasn't quite the truth. There was a kind of pleasure she was receiving, a kind of delight that confused her. Yes, she was having a good time tonight, having one of the best times of her life with her son. And all he was doing was tormenting her, humiliating her by fucking her ass.
And how that cock seemed to fuck in for ever! Yes, it did feel as if he were impaling her with some spear, pinning her to the basement floor with his fuck rod. She could feel his sweat dripping down from his body, spattering on her back and shoulders while more and more of his prick speared into her protesting shitter.
"Fuck, Mom, this is good V hot 'n' tight."
"Oh God!"
Ellen's legs and arms spasmed. She could feel the wiry hairs of his crotch tickling and teasing the sensitive skin of her ass. His balls nestled against her full, round ass cheeks while he rested for a moment. She could hear his breathing become more regular. His prick was jerking around inside her ass guts, throbbing and twitching like some live animal. He was excited. And his arousal, that terrible animal excitement, was doing something to her. Yes, Ellen felt herself turning on to this horrible ass-fuck. She was beginning to heat up quickly. She felt her cunt growing warmer and warmer, her clit hard, throbbing in time with the throbbing of her foster son's cock.
"Ummmmm!"
"Yeah, Mom, gettin' turned on to it, right?"
His words were mocking her. But he was telling the truth. She loved it, loved feeling his prick inside her ass. But if only she could have it now inside her cunt. He had proven his point. He could fuck her in the ass and make her like it. But now she wanted that heat, that stiffness, that length and breadth of his cock in her cunt. Oh, what she would have given to have him fuck his cock into her pussy!
Ellen bit her lip. She couldn't even sob now, not with the constant fucking of Paul's prick in her ass. She shoved her ass up toward him, trying to get some relief from the strange sucking sensation in her asshole. Oh, how the hot electric charges teased her clit, made her cuntal walls snap shut on nothing but thin air. Paul paused halfway out, bracing himself above her body. Then with a grunt he fucked back in, his cock trenching through her shitter like a posthole digger through soft mud. "Unnnghhhhh!"
Ellen felt his hands moving up now, sliding up her side, sliding up until his fingers were caressing her tits. He was fondling her tit, pinching her nipples once more while fucking her in the ass! Faster, faster, faster his prick was going. The round firm mounds of her ass flexed, relaxed, then flexed again against his belly. She was actually looking for more of that lascivious full feeling that was still threatening to split her ass wide open.
The sliding of his prick as it fucked deeper and deeper in her guts sent shivery hot thrills through her ass. Ellen felt her bowels filling more and more with Paul's hard cock. Was it growing? Was there some awful magic involved making her foster son's prick expand? No, it had to be her imagination. Her asshole nerves were going mad with sensations as Paul fucked harder and harder. Ellen imagined that thick bar of cockmeat growing to an incredible size while it fucked wildly into her ass guts. She could feel her foster son's balls slapping against her ass. "No, no, stop!"
But Paul was beyond responding to any command she could give him. He was fucking deeper now, past where the first fuck-strokes had stopped. Ellen inhaled, her moans shuddering deep in her chest. The incredible distention of her shit chute made her belly seem full!
The tempo of Paul's ass-ripping prick increased. He wasn't going to slow down. He was fucking wildly now. And oh, how she loved it! He was speeding up his fuck-strokes, his groin hitting her ass cheeks until they were jiggling continually. And how the tissues in her ass guts burned! It was as if someone had set fire to them! As the speed of his ass-fucking increased, Ellen felt her cuntlips squeeze out more juice from her body. Heat was burning her clit, making the tiny orgasm throb dangerously close to orgasm.
Cum! Yes, she was going to climax, climax with her foster son's prick inside her ass! And she could tell he was about to shoot also. Yes, he was going to dump his cum-load in her ass, fill her ass with his hot spunk just as he'd filled her pussy earlier.
His fingers were pinching and tearing at her nipples now. Paul stopped fucking for a moment, his sweaty, muscular body shivering against hers. He was close, very close to cumming. The thought that her foster son was about to squirt his jizz up her ass drove her mad. Ellen jerked her head from the floor and snapped it from side to side, gasping. She hunched her ass back and forth in wild strokes while Paul rammed his cock deep into her ass. Ellen thought she could feel her guts ripping. But she didn't care. No, all she wanted was what she felt now, a holocaust of liquid, lusty fire exploding deep in her ass!
"Yagggghhhhh!"
It was happening! Oh yes, yes, dear God, it was happening! Ellen screamed, her body straining, her mind exploding into thousands of brightly colored pieces. The thick spurting masses of her son's cum drove her wild. She felt her cuntlips snapping shut on nothing, could almost hear her pussy walls slapping against one another as her cunt muscles spasmed crazily.
Fucked! Yes, she was fucked, all right, but in the ass!
"Ohhhh, fuck it out, baby! Yeah, move that butt around. Feels good, feels real good havin' your asshole around my prick," Paul moaned.
He was holding her tightly, smoothing his hands up and down her body now while still fucking glob after glob of his spunk into her ass.
"Oh no, no, this ... this is wrong, it's...."
Then a blinding explosion choked off her words. She was climaxing, cumming with a whirlwind fury that startled her. Ellen twisted and writhed on the floor, beating her fists on the rags while jerking her legs outward. Again and again the itchy, fiery thrills assailed her clit. Oh, if only she could have a cock in her cunt, something to keep her itchy cunt walls from touching and convulsing, something to caress her aching, empty pussy! But no. Paul's cock was in her ass, still fucking back and forth, still stretching her shitter lining, still sending streamers of his jizz up into her ass.
"Ohhhh, it's ... ughhhhhh...."
Ellen felt herself slipping down the cliff, felt herself losing consciousness. Oh, it was so wonderful, so shamelessly wonderful! But where in the name of God would it all end?
CHAPTER SIX
"Julie!"
"Hi, Mom. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't stand that camp any more!"
It had been three days since Ellen's assfucking session with Paul in her basement. Julie strode into the brightly lit foyer, carrying suitcases, a backpack strapped to her shoulders.
"Well, don't I even get a hello?"
"Uh, well, of course, dead. It's just that I...."
Julie frowned, putting down her suitcases and shrugging off the pack.
"Don't worry about the money, Mom. They said they'd refund you part of it ... the unused part. So, I guess you've got me on your hands till school starts."
Ellen closed the door, her mind whirling in confusion.
This was an unexpected turn of events. Paul was, thank God, not there at the moment. He had been aloof during the past few days, barely speaking to Ellen since he had pulled his softening prick from her stretched asshole three nights before. He moved about the house as if nothing untoward had happened, avoiding his mother's accusing looks, making sure he left the table shortly after finishing dinner. How many times Ellen had wished to speak to him, to try to reason out what had happened between them. But Paul cut short any such attempts, leaving her presence and stalking to the garage. It all made Ellen terribly nervous and unsure of herself.
And now ... now her natural daughter Julie had to come back!
"Oh, I'm not worried about the money, Julie. Here, let me help you."
Ellen picked up a suitcase and ushered her daughter upstairs to her room. On the way up she thought of her situation, of what had happened. What would happen now, with Julie back? How would Paul react? How would she manage with both of them in the same house, under the same roof? Her heart was pounding hard as she went into her daughter's room and placed the heavy suitcase down by the bureau.
"Been gone only a few weeks, yet it seems like ages," Julie said, looking around the room and avoiding her mother's questioning looks.
"Yes, so it seems."
Ellen stared hard at her daughter. Julie was only a teenager, but she certainly had become a young woman overnight. It seemed only yesterday the girl was playing with dolls and toys. Now she was a full-grown woman, with a definite bustline and firm, supple thighs. She had inherited her mother's devastating beauty-a beauty Ellen feared would get the girl in trouble. Julie was such a strong-minded girl, but one who hadn't had the experience to deal with the world, and especially men. Julie had said something once or twice about funny feelings she had when near Paul. Now those conversations came back to Ellen with full force. Ellen could see the clouds gathering on the horizon and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop it.
"Was there something wrong at the camp? I mean," she said, seeing her daughter's eyebrows raised, "I wonder why you came back so soon." Ellen sat down on the bed, patting the mattress next to her as a silent invitation for her daughter.
"No, not really. It was just kinda dumb," Julie answered, shaking the hair from her eyes and sitting next to her mother.
"It's just that ... well, I didn't expect you for some time," Ellen said after an uncomfortable pause.
More seconds of silence passed. There was so much she wanted to say to her daughter, to ask her. But something kept back the words.
"How's Paul?" Julie asked.
The sudden question made Ellen start. Did Julie notice her change in color, the slight shiver of her flesh? No, the girl was staring off into space. Thank God!
"Fine. He's been a great help since your father passed on."
If only Julie knew just how much of a help he had been! What would she say if she were to know only a part of what had happened here at the house! What would she think if she knew her mother had been carrying on with her foster son, letting him fuck her in the cunt and ass, letting him beat her, drag her through the muck? And if she knew how much Ellen loved it!
"I don't think I like him very much," Julie said, smoothing her fingers over her long, blonde hair. She gave her mother a disapproving look, her pretty face suddenly becoming sober. "Couldn't you send him away or something? He gives me the creeps the way he keeps staring at me."
"He can't help it," Ellen said, feeling a little strange defending her foster son. "Besides, if he gives you the creeps you should have stayed back at the camp."
Julie obviously hadn't been ready for that comeback. She arched her eyebrows, moving away from her mother nad getting that awful distant look in her eyes.
"Well, I just wanted to come home. I want to unpack now, Mother. I'll be down later," she sniffed, drawing away.
Ellen sighed rubbing the back of her neck with her fingers. Julie was getting distant once more. Ellen knew teenaged girls and boys had that tendency. If only Hank were there he'd be able to deal with it. But she was alone, alone with Julie upstairs and Paul doing God only knows what.
Rising from the bed, she moved past her daughter and entered the hall. At that point she heard the sound of her foster son's car pulling up into the drive. Glancing back nervously over one shoulder toward her daughter's room, Ellen rushed downstairs, encountering her son just as he entered the kitchen.
"Listen, Julie's back and...."
She stopped, seeing the dirty smile crossing her foster son's lips.
"Little Miss Julie, huh?"
Ellen trembled, wishing there were some way she could get her daughter out of the house. She knew what was on her son's mind, could feel what he was feeling.
"No, no, don't you ... don't you even think it. You can do what you want with me, but leave my daughter out of this," Ellen said, her voice low and trembling.
"Just came to tell you to be around tonight. Better get rid of Julie."
Paul said nothing more, rolling his eyes up and looking at the ceiling. Ellen knew he was thinking of her daughter, probably thinking he could do the same thing to her as he'd done to Ellen. No, she wouldn't allow it. If she had to rope her daughter and send her back to camp, she would. But never would she allow Julie to fall into this same trap.
The hours ticked by slowly. All afternoon Julie stayed up in her room, coming down only for a glass of water. She mumbled a word or M two to her mother, glancing out the kitchen window and staring for a second at Paul, who continued to work on his car. Frowning, she turned and shuffled back to the stairs, the problem of what to do with Julie that evening was solved later when one of her old girlfriends called and, finding Julie back home, invited the girl out for dinner and a movie.
"Better than having dinner with ... him," Julie said just before leaving the house.
"Julie, you just have to understand. He comes from a home where-"
"Yes Mother, I know. I know all about the underprivileged. But in our house? In Daddy's house?"
Julie's face was pinched, almost as if she were going to cry. Ellen wanted to reach out and touch her daughter. But already Julie had backed away and was walking quickly down the street.
Ellen watched her daughter's pert ass wagging, barely concealed by the short red skirt she was wearing. How she wanted to tell her daughter about the pitfalls of life, about men like Paul. But the words just wouldn't come. Instead, she silently closed the door, leaning heavily against it, feeling her heart sink. She was a slut, a terrible slut who was fucking her foster son and loving it. He had told her in so many words that he was going to fuck her this evening. Yes, that was why she had to get her daughter out of the house, push her own flesh and blood out the door so she could satisfy some sick craving she felt.
Sighing heavily, Ellen moved away from the door was if in a dream and walked to the large sofa. Tracing her fingers over the top, she thought of how many times she and her late husband Hank had sat there and dreamed, dreamed of a long life together where, toward the end, they would retire to some lost island in Canada. How those dreams returned now to mock her as she stood there, waiting for her foster son.
"Mom?"
Ellen stiffened, her fingers curling, the nails biting into her palms. She could put an end to this at once. But did she dare?
"Come on, Mom."
Paul walked into the living room, stopping at the doorway.
"No, I can't do this again ... I just can't do it, not with Julie back."
"Fuck that bitch. I got me a buddy downstairs, and he wants to see you perform. Now you're gonna come down with me, or I'm gonna drag you."
A buddy? She was becoming a freak show!
"No, get out of my house! Julie was right, you're nothing but a...."
Ellen stopped, seeing her foster son's face tighten while his nostrils flared.
"So, that little slut's been bad-mouthing me," Paul said, cocking his head to one side. He grew pensive for a moment, a slow smile once more crossing his lips. "I'll take care of that later. But now...."
He moved forward, taking his mother by one wrist and pulling her across the living room, through the kitchen and to the door leading to the basement. Ellen kept tugging back, pulling until she thought she had popped something in her shoulder. He was so strong, so insistent. Yet she knew she had to fight back, fight now, or she would be lost forever.
"Come on!" Paul snapped.
The door flew open and once more there was that familiar musky smell of the cellar invading her nostrils. Ellen shrank back, her legs hitting the wall, her feet slipping over the stairway runner.
"Move!"
She was forced down, whimpering and fighting all the way. Halfway down the steps, she could make out another figure standing to one side of the stairs. She had seen him a few times in the back yard, one of Paul's no-good friends, she guessed. Now he was there to watch her fuck, to judge her. How foul she felt!
"Stop this!" Ellen blurted.
Paul pulled her the rest of the way down, wheeling her around and sending her stumbling toward the opposite wall. Ellen broke her fall with both hands in front of her. Immediately, she turned around to confront her tormentors. What was wrong with her? It was happening again! In spite of herself, in spite of all her fine resolves, she was feeling that alltoo-familiar warmth beginning in her cunt again, taking her breath away. Her belly tingled and felt as if it were tensing and melting with sexual heat. Her cunt was tensing, the cunt walls buckling under the rising excitement, the cuntlips moving subtly against one another while juice trickled maddeningly through the tangled thicket of her pussy hair. She felt disoriented, half mad with delight and fear. Her cunt creamed, but her hands and feet were incredibly cold, felt like blocks of ice. Ellen was aware of harboring feelings of revulsion and sexual excitement at the same time. It was too much for her to think about now.
"Think you're so smart, huh? You thought you'd be able to get away from me," Paul said, his hands on his hips. His buddy was standing to the right and smirking at her. "This here's Jack. You seen him around workin' with me. He thinks you're stuck up ... like all the other bitches around here. I told him you're just plain folks."
Paul smirked at the last remark, chuckling in his throat.
"This is horrible," she murmured.
Paul's smile faded. He walked over to her and slapped her hard across the face.
"Too bad, Mom. You didn't think it was so bad when you licked my boots, when you moved that ass around with my cock in it."
"You fucked her in the butt?" Jack asked, his eyes brightening.
"Yeah, and she dug it. Screamed a lot at first, then got down and got dirty. That's what she likes, man. Right Mom?" Paul asked.
"No, no!"
Ellen rubbed her injured cheek with one hand, pressing her shoulderblades and ass against the concrete wall. She glanced from one man to the other, feeling both her arousal and her fear increase.
"You wanna lick his boots, too?"
"Oh, no, no, stop it!" she protested, putting one hand to her mouth and turning away from the two mocking men.
"She's coy, but she'll come around," Paul said.
Paul stretched out one hand and grabbed strands of his mother's hair, pulling her across the room. Ellen cried out as she felt the pain of her thick hair being yanked out by the roots.
"Yaaggghhhhhhh!"
Ellen felt her feet tangling together as she stumbled forward, tears of pain blinding her. Her hands jerked out for support while her mind spun dizzyingly around and around. She was aware of Paul and Jack near her. Paul yanked her down, down toward the floor. Her knees buckled, her body pitching forward. In a moment she was kneeling in front of Jack, her head lowered. Paul had let go of her hair. But when she tried straightening back up she felt something pressing down on the back of her neck. His boot! He was stepping on her neck, shoving her back down to the floor with one boot. She could feel the leather pressing hard against her upper spine, shoving her down. With a grunt, Ellen collapsed to the floor, her head twisted to one side, her cheek pressed against the cracked concrete. Jack had pushed one boot up against her mouth hard. Ellen groaned, tasting her own blood.
"Come on, lick it! Lick his boot like you licked mine."
Once more, the woman felt bile rising in her throat but managed to control herself. Sticking out her tongue, Ellen found herself again cleaning boots with her mouth, her tongue leaving long trails of spit on the black leather. It was foul, a filthy taste that made Ellen choke. But she had no choice other than to obey her foster son's command.
"That's enough."
And with that the boot slipped off her neck. Ellen coughed, sucking in air through her nostrils when she felt a sharp blow to her ass.
"Aaaaiiieeeee!"
His belt! He was belting her again, slapping her round, firm ass cheeks for Jack's enjoyment.
"She digs this, man, likes havin' some pain to go along with a good, hard fuck," Paul said.
"Yeah, she looks like she 's turnin' on to it," Jack commented.
Ellen felt the sharp, stinging blow of the leather against the sensitive flesh of her ass. She could feel the welts rising again, just as she had felt them three days before. Her cries and wails echoed through the large cavernous basement. Thank God, her daughter had gone. She couldn't imagine Julie in the same house while this was going on!
"Uhhhhhhhh!"
Again the belt, again the stinging sharp blow of the leather smacking over her ass flesh. The heat radiated up, up to her brain, then down to her cunt, making her clit tingle once more. She tossed her head, her hair splashing over her face. Her cuntlips were swelling up with blood now, one folding over the other, both rubbing against her stiffening clit while pussy juice oozed down her thighs. Ellen moaned, feeling unable to cope with the wild melange of lust seething in her. She was a volcano about to erupt with new, unfamiliar passions. Oh, how deliciously good it was to feel her clit become inflamed with desire.
The belt landed again and again, the leather crisscrossing over her flesh, warming her ass, heating up her cunt as well. She moved her ass from one side to the other, grinding her sticky wet pussy, feeling as if she were about to climax at any second. Her ass cheeks were dimpling rhythmically as she felt herself getting hot, oh so hot, so very, very sexually hot! Her belly sagged, then tightened as those familiar hot-chilly flashes of orgasm began to flicker around her clit.
"Uhghhhhhh...."
And then her entire body convulsed. She started to squeal shamelessly, her body becoming tight with passion as her climax ripped at her cunt. Oh, how good it was to feel the hot flow of pussy juice flushing from her hot fuckhole. She felt the thick cream coating her cuntlips and oozing down her thighs as she kept grinding her legs together.
"Yessssssss!" she hissed.
The belt cracked down once more, curling around from her asshole to her cunt. She squealed again, feeling her body catch fire. Her nipples puckered tightly, sending messages of delight through her. Yes, oh yes, this was wonderful! Her clit, her asshole, her nipples, everything was on fire as she squirmed and came in front of her foster son and his strange friend. And Ellen knew this was only the beginning!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"She came, man, she came," Jack said, smacking his lips in the same way Paul did.
Animals, both of them, animals Ellen wanted around.
"Yeah, man, Mom's okay that way. She pops off regular like that."
Ellen was trembling, breathing heavily, her head spinning. Her nipples were hard and tightly puckered, sending hot messages of delight coursing through her. The cherry-red nubs felt like little buttons of fire, and the sensation matched another hot feeling racing from her clit.
"Now say you want more, Mom. Come on, tell me you want more."
"No ... oh God, you're both sick, so sick to be making me do this," she gasped, twisting her head away.
"Hey, man, she's got one hell of a bad mouth," Jack said, bobbing his head cockily up and down while pressing his boot harder against her mouth.
Ellen gagged, twisting her head away once more, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach.
"Yeah, real nasty mouth. Too bad we can't wash it out with somethin'. But I bet we can take care of her."
"Yeah, maybe we should cut it out ... you know, then serve it up to her, like some of those dudes did back in the Middle Ages or somethin'," Jack said, running his callused fingers through his thick, black hair.
Ellen thought she had landed in some madhouse. They were talking like inmates of some wild asylum. Once more she tried getting up, and once more her foster son shoved her down with the heel of his boot.
"Hold 'er down," Paul said, disappearing in the direction of the workbench.
Jack muttered something, grabbing a thick hank of Ellen's hair and twisting it around. The woman squealed, her head snapping back, her back arching as she tried to ease the pulling, tearing pain in her scalp. Her heart was pounding, and she thought she could hear her hair tearing from the roots. Oh God, when would this all end?
Paul came back, saying something about stripping her. There were hands all over her, fingers prying at the zipper tab on her summer dress. Was it Paul or Jack pushing her garment down, tearing it off her narrow shoulders, pulling it over her thighs? She didn't know. It was all happening so quickly. The dress was gone. Next came her panties, the damp nylon being pulled roughly from her crotch, slipped over her thighs and ankles.
"Man, good hot pussy. Mmmmm, can smell it from here," Jack mocked.
"Yeah, she fries up a prick real nice ... not a bad ass-fuck either," Paul commented, reaching down and unfastening her bra.
Ellen felt her bra slip away, her tits pillowing out under her against the cold floor. They had stripped her naked. She lay there helpless, under the steady hot gaze of her foster son and his perverted friend. Turning her head around and glancing up, she saw Paul standing there with two long lengths of twine. What was he going to do to her?
"Let's show Mom we don't fuck around here. We mean business."
"Yeah, then maybe we can get started on your sister. Man, she's one hot piece of ass, I'll bet," Jack muttered.
"Don't know. Never tried her out, but that's gonna change," Paul muttered, bending down.
"No, no, not Julie! Oh God, you can't mean that. Do anything to me, but not to-"
"Aw, shut the fuck up, Mom," Paul barked, slapping his mother hard across the mouth.
Ellen's head snapped back, her lips cutting hard across her front teeth from the force of his cruel blow.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
Paul did most of the work. He tied one end of the twine with a slip knot, moving the loop around to his mother's right nipple. Ellen's eyes widened. She watched him snare the loop around the hard, long nub, tightening it until the rubbery tit tip started to turn purple.
"Ohhhhh...."
Ellen arched her back, closing her eyes and biting down on her lower lip from the pain. She tried struggling free once more. But Jack's grip on her hair grew stronger at that point, her hair tearing once more at the roots. Ellen relaxed, seething that the boys were deter mined to have their way at any price.
"Now the other one."
Paul worked with the second piece of twine, looping it around her other nipple and tightening it until he heard Ellen squealing.
"Oh, oh, don't ... oh God, this hurts ... you're hurting me with that ... ughhhhh!"
They rolled her over onto her ass. She was halfway sitting up, her back resting against Jack's left leg while he kept her hair pulled up between his yanking fingers. Her eyelids fluttered, her tits jiggling and slapping together while the twine cut off most of the circulation to her nipples. Oh God, it was terrible, the pain from her tits and from her scalp making her whimper in agony. Ellen could feel more and more strands of her hair tearing from her scalp. Her body was riddled with pain as her foster son and his buddy laughed!
While Jack held her, Paul moved her down toward the water heater, finally taking both free ends of the twine and tying them to the iron legs supporting the heater tank. Ellen screamed in agony, twisting in Jack's grip. But the young stud only ripped and tore at her hair more, finally quieting her down with that pain. Ellen realized nothing would stop these animals from tormenting her except time. She had to endure, last through this agony somehow, then escape-escape, or throw her son out.
The twine cut into the sensitive tit flesh. Ellen sobbed, biting down still on her lower lip, and peered down at her distorted tits. She whimpered, wishing there were some way she could escape, some way she could demand to be set free. But her pleas, her demands would only be met with laughter. She knew that from past experience with her son.
"Please ... ohhhhh God, Paul, you're hurting ... uhhhhh ... hurting me. Oh please, don't make it so tight!"
"Don't start sobbing around now, Mom. We ain't even got started yet."
Paul got up, patted his mother on the head as if she were some trained animal, then moved around back to his foster father's workbench. She could hear him opening drawer after drawer, searching for something. The twine was awful torture to her nipples. At times Ellen tried leaning forward, trying to ease the pulling agony of the twine on her tits. But Jack was ever-vigilant, tugging her back, pulling her against his legs hard and increasing the agony throbbing in her tits.
"Yaggghhhhh!"
Ellen wished she could faint, could pass out and be oblivious to this agony and shame. But something in her kept her conscious in spite of her wishes.
Paul returned in a moment, more rope hanging from his right hand. He moved behind Jack, dropping all but one piece. He tied a figure-eight knot brutally around Ellen's upper arms, pulling them back harshly. Then he twisted the rope around in another figure eight, trapping her high-riding tits close to her chest. He squeezed her tits hard with the hemp, making them more swollen. He finished by attaching the half-inch line around her narrow waist.
Roped! Bound like some farm animal, completely helpless in her own house! Ellen grunted, pulling up her arms as best she could, feeling the aching pain resulting from restricted movement.
"Now, all comfy?" Paul asked, stepping back and checking the ropes.
"No, oh God, God, you're ... inhuman. I can't believe I raised you in this house," Ellen said, feeling the rough hemp digging into her skin. It chafed her flesh, turning the white skin dark pink. Was all this roping, all this mauling of her tits going to mutilate them? Were the youths going to make her into some kind of hideous monster?
"Uhhhhhh...."
Ellen's tits seemed to swell as the rough rope dug into her flesh. She looked from one young stud to the other, tears blinding her. Oh please, please God, let them stop, make them stop.
"And like we said, we ain't through. We got lots more to do," Paul said.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me? What did your father and I ever do to you to deserve this?" Ellen wailed.
Paul said nothing, moving away to a shelf in one corner of the basement. He came back moments later with a long pair of scissors. Ellen recognized them as the ones she used to trim the rose bushes out back.
"You talk too much, lady. I think we should cut your tongue out."
"Oh no, no!" she shrieked, twisting her head away, clamping down her jaws.
It would be something they would do, something they would try in the heat of their perverted lust. She clenched her teeth together, whimpering. No, no, they couldn't do something like that to her. They just couldn't! Her eyes focused on her foster son's crotch and she saw his prick pressing hard against the faded denim material. No, he wouldn't commit such a bloody act while he was excited, would he?
"Now, open your mouth," Paul said, clicking the scissors in front of her terrified eyes.
Ellen shook her head from side to side, refusing to do as she was told in spite of the tearing pain in her scalp.
"Hey, man, look at that," Paul said, pointing to her wet pussy.
Jack looked over Ellen's shoulder.
"Man, she's a nympho or something," he barked, pulling hard on Ellen's hair. The woman screamed through her teeth once more.
"Gotta cover up her cunt. It ain't right for a son to be lookin' at his mother's hot cunt," Paul said, dropping the scissors on the floor.
Ellen sobbed, the taunts beginning to tell on her. She had never done anything wrong in life, certainly nothing to merit this. She watched as her son went to the workbench once more and returned with a shabby, stained and very smelly piece of dark-brown cloth.
"Whew! That stinks!" Jack said, wrinkling up his nose.
"Yeah, smells like my old man wiped up some shit or somethin' with it. Just what Mom needs to clean up her hot cunt."
"God!" Ellen cried, the odor from the rag invading her nostrils.
She gasped, stiffening as she felt her foster son's hand move over her cunt as he placed the cloth over her pussy. Those long callused fingers started teasing her aroused pussy, smoothing over the slick flesh, dipping into her seething cunthole, brushing against her elit. Ellen flinched, tensing her thighs until the tendons bulged, moving her ass subtly back and forth as those awful fingers played a game with her.
"Man, she's somethin' else, a real sex machine. She cums, then she's ready again," Jack commented, still holding her down by her hair.
"That's it, Mom. Come on, turn on, turn on to my Goddamned fingers," Paul said, fucking in a second, then a third finger into her pussy, twisting them around just as he had done earlier in her asshole.
"Oh no, nooooo!"
Ellen found herself bouncing her ass against the floor, wriggling her ass from side to side as the fires of lust licked up her stiffened clit. She moved her cunt from side to side, then up and down, impaling her pussy on her son's fingers.
"Yeaaaahhhhh," Paul breathed.
Ellen trembled, trying to get herself under control. This was awful, terrible, rutting like this in front of these men! And yet she couldn't help herself. She bounced her ass against the concrete, heedless of the twine still hugging at her nipples, pulling her tits out of shape, heedless of the pulling, tearing sensation in her scalp as Jack kept yanking her hair back.
Paul was starting to make fucking movements in her cunt, sawing his fingers back and forth, making certain his knuckles kept in constant contact with her clit. Ellen responded by more sideways movement, tensing her thighs, relaxing them, then tensing them once more, bucking her ass wildly as the finger-fucking continued. "Ohhhhh God!"
Ellen felt those fingers fucked knuckles-deep in her hot drooling cunthole. Her hips bucked up and down crazily as the whirling ball of sexual pleasure built somewhere deep in her belly.
"Ohhhhh, it's so ... so awful ... stop it, stop...."
But Ellen didn't really want the boys to stop. She needed that sensation, the pain in her scalp, in her tits coupled with the joy she was receiving from Paul's cuntal fingering. Yes, she wanted it all-pain, pleasure, both mixed in some incredible stew of erotic delight. She growled now, throwing back her head, bending her knees up slightly and spreading them widely apart for her foster son. The bare soles of her feet rubbed over the cracked concrete while her fingers clawed at the dirty cold basement floor. At times Ellen sank back, feeling the increased tug of that twine against her nipples. Her nipples were distended, and her tits felt pinched whenever she moved away from the water heater.
Ellen felt her cuntal walls closing in around the prying fingertips. Paul kept fucking his three fingers into his mother's cunt until the woman cried out for mercy.
"Nooooo!" she shrieked.
Ellen felt as if she had no more control of her body. Paul and Jack were playing on her body the way a skilled musician plays on a piano. They were getting responses from her she had never thought possible! Sex. Fucking. For a while after Hank's death she hadn't thought she would ever have feelings like these again. But how wrong she was!
"Go for it, Mom. Come on, move that ass. Come on, fuck my hand!" Paul said, his voice throaty and deep as he kept twisting his fingers around his mother's fuzzy cunthole.
"Uhhhhhh ... fuck, fuck...." Ellen was whispering that forbidden, dirty word, not caring any longer about who was hearing it.
No, she didn't care that it was her foster son tormenting her, making her rut like this, like some gutter bitch. How good it was to bounce up and down, up and down like some kind of crazy puppet while those fingers, those skilled, fucking fingers were prying into the depths of her hot, wet cunt! Yes, oh God yes, it felt so good having those fingernails scraping along the slick folds and hollows of her pussy, drawing out more and more juice from the seepy lining of her cunt.
Fucking. Fucking. Yes, she wanted, needed something like a cock, or at least those fingers, inside her pussy now, filling her cunt up, probing deeper and deeper until she felt she had no secrets from her foster son.
"Man, she's goin' for it now! Yeah, she's really ready to pop off," Jack commented, tugging back on the woman's long blonde hair.
"Yeah, and she's creamin' like crazy, man, like crazy," Paul said, holding up one hand in front of his mother's face.
Ellen burned with shame. Yes, she could see her pussy juices on his fingers, could see how those fingers glistened with her cunt cream. How could she help herself? He was fingerfucking her like a pro, touching her clit, moving it back and forth while fucking his fingers in and out of her sucking cunthole!
"Uhhhhhh...."
"Man, I wanna get my cock into somethin' hot and tight like that."
"Yeah, she's tight ... that's what's so crazy. Man, when I fucked her the other night, thought I'd break my fuckin' prick," Paul sneered, slipping his fingers back into her pussy. "She knows how to move her ass around too, man. Yeah, a real pro."
Paul increased the pressure of his fingers against Ellen's cuntal walls, making sure his thumbnail was continually flailing away at his mother's clit. Ellen thought she was going to lose her mind at that point. She bounced her ass noisily against the floor, groaning and moaning, going completely out of control in her spasms of pleasure. Her clit seemed to explode into a burning ball while Paul's fingers fucked in and out of her cunt wildly. She felt her pussy muscles tighten suddenly around his fingers, tighten and milk them as if they were a cock.
She was cumming again, her cunt working along the length of her foster son's fingers, spasming and convulsing while Ellen felt herself slipping from reality. With another groan she sank back, oblivious to the boys' cruel laughter.
CHAPTER EIGHT
How long had she been unconscious? Ellen had no idea. She felt herself coming out of her dream-like state, half conscious, half aware of the movement around her. At first she didn't want to wake up. No, this was far better, drifting in oblivion, unaware of the pain and humiliation her foster son Paul was cooking up for her. In the end, however, she felt herself coming out of her faint completely.
Her orgasm had been strong, so strong it had knocked her out as if she'd been hit by a train. Now, as her eyelids fluttered open, the woman realized she was still bound. But the ropes had been changed, shifted about. Opening her eyes fully, Ellen saw she'd been moved from the floor, the twine having been removed from her nipples. She sighed in gratitude for the release from that awful pain, trying to move around and finding that both her wrists and ankles had been bound with that half-inch line formerly used to bind her tits. She was on Hank's old workbench, the vise just to the left of her head. She could feel the splintery top scratching against her bare ass. Moving slightly to the right, extending her left hand as much as she could, Ellen felt a distinct pain between her shoulderblades.
Oh, it was uncomfortable lying here like this, the ropes cutting into her flesh, chafing her skin every time she tried moving about. But how her muscles ached if she stayed only in one place! Stretching both legs a little, she stifled a yawn, realizing just how exhausted she was from all the torture her son and his friend had put her through.
"She's awake." It was Paul's voice.
She trembled, flexing her muscles once more and struggling futilely against the restraining ropes.
"You been out for a while. Guess when you cum you go nuts," Paul said, scratching his head and grinning down at his mother.
"Yeah, man, I wanna have her do somethin' like that with my prick in her," Jack said, rubbing his fingers over his cock-bulge.
"You'll get your chance. Right now we're gonna have some more fun with Mom."
Ellen winced, burning under her foster son's steady hot gaze.
"You know, I always wondered why Dad bought that generator. You know, Mom, the portable one last year. Wonder if he thought about using it this way?"
Ellen twisted her head around, raising it slightly from the bench and narrowing her eyes. She watched as her son bent down and pulled the small generator from its original packing box. Straw still clung to the housing as Paul moved the heavy machine over to a table next to the bench. There was the distinct smell of packing grease still on the machine.
"Now, all we gotta do is get some wires and clamps and we're in biz."
The two boys scurried around the working area, finding the needed wires and clamps and twisting them together. Ellen lay there, the ropes cutting into her flesh, wondering what they were going to do to her.
"Yeah, that ought to take care of it. She'll be good for it."
Ellen's eyes widened. Paul was assembling several strands of yellow wire together, twisting them around, then attaching a small-toothed clamp at one end while attaching the other to the generator. Jack helped until there were four wires all leading from the generator, tipped with the tiny clamps. Ellen let out a small moan, twisting around once more in the ropes, fanning out her fingers and toes while an odd kind of sticky cold dampness broke out on the tops of her feet and on her belly.
Paul moved around and checked out the generator, then reached down and pulled a small lever. There was a grinding sound, a cough, then a slow, steady mechanical whining.
"Filled with fuel. Good."
"Yeah, she's gonna be jumpin' around for real ... jumpin' around like crazy," Jack said, turning around and staring meaningfully at Ellen. "Open your mouth."
Ellen lowered her head, blinking away the tears. There were no scissors around. He wasn't going to cut off her tongue as he'd threatened earlier. Fighting back a sob, she did as she was told and opened her mouth.
"Yeah, that's it."
Paul slipped something between her teeth-a rag, a small piece of rubber, something Ellen couldn't distinguish.
"Don't want you biting your tongue off. Then how could you suck cock, huh?"
Ellen blanched, clamping her teeth on the wedge. She rolled her eyes to one side and watched as her son took one of the clamps, examined it, then opened the tiny jaws. He moved it to her right tit, brushed the stiff nub with one end, then snapped it quickly to the sensitive nub.
Ellen moaned through the gag, arching her back, wallowing her shoulderblades against the splintery workbench top. She undulated her naked thighs over the surface, groaning again while she fanned her toes even more. Oh, it hurt her so much, so much, especially after having had her nipples stretched by that rough twine!
"Hurt, huh? It ain't nothin' compared with what you'll be feelin' later."
He took the other clamp, opened it, then clamped it on her left tit tip. Both of her tits were wired to that whining generator not three feet from her head! Ellen growled through the gag once more, clawing her fingers uselessly against the workbench top while biting down on the wedge between her teeth.
"I think she's goin' for it. Man, your old lady's really into pain."
"Yeah, always thought she was a little weird ... even when my old man was around. She kept eyein' me, lookin' at my crotch. Figured she was after something right there, but didn't say nothin'. Now I'm gettin' my rocks off just like I'd planned."
Ellen sobbed, feeling the saliva dripping back into her throat. She coughed, swallowed as hard as she could, tried to keep her mind off the painful pinching sensation in her nipples. How they burned ... burned and itched and throbbed because of those horrible little metal teeth gnawing at her tit tips! Ellen had never fully appreciated just how sensitive her nipples were.
"Now for a better part," Paul said.
Ellen heard her son's words and felt her sphincter giving way with terror. She watched as he took a third wire, opened the pincher, then moved down between her widely splayed thighs. Her cunt. Oh God, he was going to wire her cunt!
"No, noooooo!"
Ellen watched helplessly as the clamp opened its hideous little teeth like some kind of monster. Paul was laughing softly, dropping his hand down, down into her cuntal thicket. She could feel the metal brushing through her forest of pussy hairs, could feel the cold surface of the clamp touching her cuntlips. And then he was attaching that horrid instrument to the flesh just below her clit. Again Ellen no arched her back, beating her fists as hard as she could against the workbench while jerking her body around like a mad woman. "Like it, Mom?"
"Yeah, man-it turns her on. It's real bitchin', real bitchin'."
"Nnnnnnnghhhhhhh!"
Paul took the last clamp, opened it, then attached it to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. Ellen was wired up as if she were some kind of sci-fi monster. Looking over the clamped tips of her tits, she watched wide-eyed as Paul checked the wires, then moved over to the generator. Jack stood there at her feet, a wide shit-licking grin on his face while his fingers rubbed methodically over his cockbulge.
"Now, we're gonna give you somethin' that's gonna make my fuckin' seem like nothin', man. I heard women go nuts when electricity shoots through their cunts."
"No, oh no, you're wrong ... stop it, stop this craziness!"
But did she really want it stopped? Wasn't this just the same as with the finger-fucking, as with the roping, the beating, the ass-fucking? Wasn't she saying one thing, while secretly hoping for the opposite? Ellen screwed up her eyes, realizing that her lust was being aroused simply by being roped like this with the pincers clamped painfully on her tits and cunt. Yes, she could feel her pussy juices flowing again, even while she struggled against the binding ropes. The splinters, those horrid little teeth biting into her tits and cunt, everything was contributing to her rising heat. Curling her fingers, the woman clawed against her thigh flesh, waiting for the surge of electricity she knew would torment her even more.
"Yeahhhh, gonna make you feel real nice and good and hot," Paul said.
The pincers clamped harder, it seemed, on her tits and cunt as she waited impatiently. Ellen shivered, the pain of the clamps exciting her more and more. She shook her tits, rocking back and forth, her ass tight while her ass cheeks danced against the bench.
"She wants it, man, she really wants it bad," Jack observed.
"Yeah, and she's gonna get it ... in spades, man."
Paul grabbed another wire, his fingers shaking from his excitement. He was twisting more yellow wire together, attaching another clamp to it, then fastening the free end to yet another socket in the generator.
"This one's to remind you of what we did a couple of nights ago."
Paul rolled her over on her side, careful not to dislodge any of the clamps already attached to her body. Ellen moaned, stiffening and curling her spine as she felt the clamp being shoved up into her ass. The cold clamp was pressing against the warm, moist lining of her ass guts. Paul grunted, shoving the clamp and wire in as deeply as he could. The cold, curled stiff wire pressed awkwardly against the inner tissues, filling her ass. Ellen found herself taking shallow breaths, feeling her chest tighten while her mouth became as dry as cotton. Again she swallowed hard, feeling as if she were going to lose control of her bowels at any moment.
"Uhhhhhh...."
"There we go, man. She's off and runnin'," Paul said, checking out the wires for the last time.
"Yeah, gonna make her run real fast."
Ellen had heard something about these contraptions. Mental institutions used them to shock people back to reality. But this time she was wired for sexuality. Her foster son was going to torment her cruelly with this diabolical machine.
She thought about being shocked senseless and felt a strange kind of fear coupled with a perverse desire licking up through her cunt. The cunt juices flowed once more. Her clit began to swell, to vibrate against the tight hcteimp. Rolling her head from side to side, she found herself almost eagerly waiting for Paul to throw the switch, wanting to feel the surge of electricity tearing through her body. The wire in her ass seemed to be pushing through like a finger. Tiny metal teeth nibbled at her clit.
Paul turned toward his victim. The woman's face was flushed. Her eyes were glazed and wide, her teeth still clamping down hard on the wedge. She moaned, moaned like a puppy afraid of the dark.
"Havin' problems, Mom? Don't worry, this'll take care of 'em. Yeah, it's gonna make you feel real good," Paul said, his fingers playing over the dials on the side of the whirring machine.
Ellen's eyes focused on her foster son's fingers,' focused on those dials with all those white numbers printed on the side. Each one indicated a particular power level, a measured amount of electricity that would tear through her bound body in a moment. Her tits swelled with lust while her nipples grew hard, stiff, super-sensitive. Her spread cuntlips were slick with juice that oozed from her cunt like lava. She groaned again, biting down hard on the spongy object filling her mouth.
"We'll start slow ... real slow at first," Paul announced ominously.
His fingers moved the dial. Ellen tensed, jabbing her fingernails against her thighs. She watched as a small needle suddenly rose from its resting position in a dial on the generator. The pitch of the generator changed, went higher as the dial turned. She trembled, feeling a faint warming pulse in her tits, cunt and ass.
She was trembling, trembling and jerking from that electrical surge. It was as if warm, tiny fingers were rubbing, caressing and pinching her tits, cunt and ass all at the same time. More juice flowed from her pussy, wetting down her cuntal hairs and her thighs. Oh, how shameless this was-shameless and perverse and wonderful!
"Like it, Mom, like it?"
"Uhhhh ... no, no."
But Ellen was lying through her teeth. It felt so good, felt as if she were being caressed by some shameless, unknown lover. She moved her body around as best she could once more, feeling the clamps holding her, pinning her to the bench as if it were her love bed.
Ellen tensed once more, waiting for what was sure to come. Paul would increase the power of the electrical surge, put more and more through her body until she could stand it no more. That was both what she dreaded and what she hoped for.
"Here's a little more," Paul said.
Ellen felt a slightly more powerful surge, the electricity teasing the root of her vibrating clit. With a great effort, she controlled the climax building in her cunt. She held back, waiting for more, waiting for a greater surge that would drive her mad with erotic sensations. She started shivering. Oh, how her tits and cunt itched and throbbed!
"More?" Paul asked.
"No, no more."
Ellen was panting heavily now. More electricity surged. Her ass felt clogged with something. She was controlling the urge to shit all over herself as the electricity did strange, wonderful things to her.
"Uhhhhh...."
Paul moved the dial setting to the next level of power. As the electricity shot through her body, Ellen found herself jerking and twisting against the ropes, her body arching, resting only on her shoulderblades and her heels.
"Yagggghhhhh!"
Her brain seethed with the rising emotions the electricity was forcing from her. She bit down hard on the wedge while her temples throbbed. Ellen thought she could hear a ringing sound that soon became a distant buzzing. Her tits jumped, slapping wetly together. The nipples were swollen while the muscles in her belly knotted. Oh, how raw her cuntlips felt! And how her clit seemed to be filled to the bursting point. Again, Ellen tried closing her legs together, tried to squeeze off her orgasm. But the clamps and wires held her cunt open.
"More?" Paul whispered.
The word echoed through her confused head. Ellen wanted to shout no, wanted her son to turn off the generator before he drove her insane with it. But the words just wouldn't come from her mouth. The electricity had paralyzed her throat. All she could do was moan and scream as her body twisted, jumped and jerked in time to the pulsing surge.
"Uhhhhhh!"
She was waiting for the final jolt, the shot of power that would bring her off and would knock her senseless once again. She had to have the raw power in her body. If she didn't get it, she felt she would faint from frustration. Yes, frustration. Now she could admit it to herself. She loved this, loved the sensation of being held down by these ropes, of having her body tormented by this electricity. Oh, how the pulses made her clit hard, made her body so alive to the sensations rushing from her cunt! Nothing, nothing in the world could have prepared her for so much pleasure, so much delight coming from such an instrument of hellish torture.
"Uhhhhhh...." Paul laughed brutally as he watched more and more pussy juice seep from her fuzzy fuckhole. He twisted the dial one notch higher.
"Ahhhhhh!" Her scream matched the higher whining of the generator.
It seemed as if her very bones were on fire, burning out from the inside. And still there were so many dial settings to go, so much more torment to endure! Ellen gasped, clawing at her body. It would feel so good, so good when it was over!
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhhhh!"
The electricity hit Ellen's cunt, ass and tits like a trio of fists. The aftershock felt like sharp glass shards scratching her distended nipples and clit. Her shitter recoiled, and a burst of air exploded, nearly dislodging the wires lodged up her ass.
"No, uhhhhhh...."
If only she could tell them to stop. Oh yes, yes, this was more than enough, more than enough electricity to bring her off. But she could say nothing. Only muffled moans and cries escaped from her wedged-open lips. "Yaggghhhhh!"
Paul turned the dial a point higher. The generator was whining louder now, shaking against the table on which he had mounted it while more and more electricity pulsed through the wires and entered Ellen's body. She felt herself struck with the force of a truck. Her tits and belly and cunt and asshole seemed torn by fiery blades. Her bones throbbed and burned all the more while she screamed louder and louder.
This was too much. He was going to electrocute her! Ellen's body remained in a permanent arch now, her spine curled like a bridge span while her flesh shivered visibly.
"Man, she's out of it!" Jack muttered, rubbing his fingers over his mouth.
"Yeah, really out of it," Paul echoed, entranced by his mother's torment.
"Hey, maybe you should stop. You know, she don't look like she can take much more," Jack said after several moments' silence.
"Naw. She's good for a couple more twists of the old dial."
Ellen's cries were choked behind the wedge in her mouth. She could hear the conversation, could hear her foster son condemning her toto yet more torment from the generator. "Nooooo!"
There was another turn, another high pulse of electrical power tearing into Ellen's body. The woman writhed and jerked spasmodically, her muscles out of control. Her lips began to turn purple while her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. Her fingers shivered, closed, curled, then spread apart for no apparent reason. Cunt oil speckled her thighs and dried on her rippling flesh.
"Yagggghhhhhhh!"
The pain seemed like some terrible, enormous beast sitting on her chest and tearing at her insides. She felt her orgasm erupt now and was helpless to control the jerking and convulsing deep inside her pussy. There was the smell of burning flesh, her skin frying under the continued attack of the electricity. While she, shuddered and jerked on the table, Ellen watched as Jack took out his prick and began jerking off.
"Uhhhhhhh ... oooowwwwwww!"
Paul had turned the dial yet another notch.
Ellen's face was a blur, her body a writhing, convulsing serpent on the creaking workbench. Insane cries escaped from her lips while the wires danced and played across her body; There was another twist, and another oM, sending higher charges ripping into her tits, cunt and ass. Ellen thought she was going to finally faint.
Suddenly, the power was turned off. She fell back heavily onto the workbench, rolling from side to side, her body still smoldering from the onslaught of electricity and her multiple orgasms resulting from it.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
"Can't take this no more, man. Gotta cut loose, gotta unload my balls," Paul said, tearing the clamps from her tits, her cunt, her ass.
"Hey, where do you get off, man? I been watchin' you have all the fun. It's my turn," Jack said, crawling onto the table after having shoved his pants down to his ankles.
Ellen was still sobbing, shuddering and jerking from the terrible ordeal she had endured. Vibrations still tore at her asshole and cunt. She was dazed.
"Okay, man, okay, don't get bent outta shape. You can have her now," Paul said, holding up both hands and backing off.
Jack slapped her again and again until she came around. He pressed his hands against her shoulders, leaning heavily forward, the purple head of his cock touching her thighs.
"Ohhhhh!"
He was dropping on top of her, his knees forcing her thighs farther apart. "Ohhhh, fuck me ... yes, fuck me,"-EUefl whispered, licking her lips.
The electricity, the fire it had created in the fuzzy bundle between her legs, would soon be put out by Jack's spunk. She thought of that white jizz, the sensation of cum squirting against her pussy walls-she growled, twisting against the binding ropes. Oh, if only she could hold him closer to her, claw at his shoulders as he fucked her!
"Uhhhhhhh ... fuck me!"
She felt his prickhead pause for a moment just outside her spread cuntlips. And then he shoved forward fucking half his cock into her pussy with one squishy fuck-thrust.
"Yaggghhhhh!"
It was almost like being shocked with the electricity, only far better. Ellen arched her back once more, the muscles sticking out on her neck while her eyes glazed over and rolled up into her head. She felt her shoulders rubbing painfully against the rough workbench. But nothing mattered, nothing except the fucking of his prick against her clit.
Jack was holding her tightly, impaling her pussy with his ten-inch prick. Ellen gasped and moaned as his fucking cock sawed her sore and aching cunt again and again.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!"
Jack was holding her tightly, his hands roaming all over her body. He squeezed her tits, his fingers pinching the injured nipples while his cock fucked deeper and deeper. It seemed as if he were tearing through her cunt, cutting through some fleshy wall with that blunt cockhead of his. The itching force of her climax spread through her cunt. Again, Ellen tried with her weakened arms to reach up to him. But the ropes kept her fastened down to the table. Moaning, twisting, gasping under this brutal attack, the frantic blonde waited until she could feel his prick spurting out more jizz.
"Uhhhhh ... fuck me, oh yes, fill me up with it ... yesssss, fuck me hard ... uhhh ... real hard with your cock!"
His massive prick was drilling into her like a jackhammer, filling and spreading her cunt, striking her clit again and again.
Ellen cringed, afraid of this big man-and yet wanting him. He was using his cock as a weapon, assaulting her cunt and hurting her. But the pain didn't matter. Nothing mattered except this mindless, brutal fucking that was driving her closer and closer to the edge of yet another orgasm.
"Yagggghhhhhh!"
Lust boiled over, and her clit stung with another climax. Ellen jerked her head from side to side, pulling several muscles sorely from her violent movements as her climax boiled in her pussy. His cock ground her insides, the bruising ramming of his prick tearing at her clit.
Jack stiffened, thrust his cock, then stiffened again. Oh yes, yes, she could feel his jizz, finally feel the spurting of his cum against her pussy walls. She felt her cunt muscles clamp down on his prick, grasping his fucker in the middle of his climax, then letting go, only to work higher and clamp down once more on his cock.
"Fuck, this ... uhhh ... this Goddamned bitch is somethin' else," Jack growled in a strangled, tense voice.
"Yeah, told you she'd fuck you dry," Paul commented, watching his mother jerk and writhe under his buddy.
Finally, it was over. Ellen lay limp on the workbench, her chest rising and falling rhythmically while her head lolled to one side. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. She was spent, physically drained. She could feel Jack's cum oozing from her cunt slit, dribbling out with her cuntal juice and wetting down her ass crack.
"My turn," Paul said, pushing his buddy to one side.
Jack climbed unsteadily off the workbench. "No, oh nooo...."
They were going to grind her up like raw meat. When they were through with her she would have to be hospitalized. Ellen could see that now as her foster son pushed his trousers down, revealing his long thick ten-incher. How sore her pussy was. And he was going to fuck that thing into her raw pussy?
"Don't worry, Mom. I ain't gonna shove my prick up your cunt. Too messy. And I've had it with your ass. I got other plans." He moved up, placing his knees on her upper arms and leaning forward.
Ellen squealed, afraid he was going to break her bones. How her arms and shoulders ached from the tension and weight!
Paul reached down and pulled the wedge from her mouth, tossing it to the floor. "You ain't gonna be able to suck my cock with that thing in there."
"Suck?"
"Yeah, gonna gimme a good blow-job. That's the only part of you I ain't fucked, and now I'm gonna fuck your stupid mouth!"
Paul grabbed her hair, twisting it around, jerking her head up from the workbench while leaning forward. He had his prickhead pressed up against her lips already, telling her to open up or he would pull her hair again.
Ellen could smell his crotch as he leaned up against her face. His wiry cock hairs tickled her nose, then the insides of her nostrils. She opened her mouth. Paul growled, then shoved in, pushing his prick over her front teeth, over her tongue toward the back of her throat. Immediately, the blonde could taste his jizz-that salty, bleachy flavor she remembered from way back when she would favor her husband with a blow-job. How loving Hank had been then. How brutal her foster son was now!
"Uhhhh, yeah! Take it, Mom, gimme some good head ... yeahhh, move that tongue around like that."
Paul was in ecstasy. He held his mother's head in one hand, cradling it while pumping his hips back and forth, fucking his cock into her mouth. Ellen coughed and choked, swallowing her spit as fast as she could to keep from choking on it. Her cheeks puffed out each time he fucked forward, saliva frothing around the corners of her stretched lips.
"Ummmmfffffff!"
Paul moaned loudly again, twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock brush over the insides of her cheeks. Ellen responded by laving her tongue over his prick, paying particular attention to the bottom of his cockhead.
"Unnnnnhhh, yeah, Mom, yeahhhh...."
Ellen tasted more and more cum oozing from his piss slit. Cum coated her mouth, made her swallow until her throat was slimy.
CHAPTER TEN
"Go for it, Mom, go for it!"
Paul centered his cock in her mouth and slowly fucked his prick down, down until she could feel his cockhead passing her tonsils, and finally touching the back of her throat. She flicked her tongue busily over the sensitive underside of his cock rod, widening her mouth so she could breathe around that fat prick spearing her throat.
He was groaning loudly once more, churning his prick around, deep-throating with his cock again and again, flattening his balls against her chin.
"Ohhhhhh, suck me off!"
Ellen bobbed her head back and forth, feeling her foster son's fingers tightening around her skull. She liked the feel of the long, fatheaded prick inside her mouth, the sensation of his hairy groin hammering against her face. Her nose flattened against his crotch as Paul fucked into her throat a second time.
"Fuck ... ughhhh ... fuck!" he gasped.
Ellen tasted the jizz more strongly now. And then ... and then there was a sudden gush of spunk. The cum shot out from his piss slit, spattering against the back of her throat, sliding down into her stomach. The woman gagged, tried twisting her head away. But Paul held her firmly, his head thrown back, his eyes shut tightly while groans escaped from his curled lips.
"Uhhhh, take it all, Mom. You Goddamned hot slut, take it ... uhhh ... take it all."
His orgasm seemed to go on and on. When it was over, the young stud slowly drew his prick from her throat, watching as her lips pursed out as if she were trying to keep his cock in her mouth as long as possible.
"Man, she likes givin' head," Paul said, smearing the last of his jizz against her lips.
"She likes doin' anything," Jack said, shaking his head.
Ellen lay there, totally exhausted. What would they do to her now? Someone was talking about more fucking, more beating. Briefly, she thought of her daughter Julie. The girl would be coming home soon. Then those thoughts slipped from her mind and she fell into a coma-like sleep. Ellen dreamed, dreamed of Paul, of Jack, of the two young men tormenting her, fucking her mindless and torturing her body. The more she tried to stop them, the harder they fucked her. She could hear herself screaming while their cocks drilled her cunt and ass. The screams grew louder, turned into wild shrieks....
Ellen awoke with a start, realizing the screams were coming not from her dream but from nearby. Shaking her head, she saw Julie struggling in Paul's arms, half her dress torn from her body.
"No, leave her alone!" Ellen screamed, jerking up, then finding the ropes still tied to her arms and legs.
"Mother! Oh God, God, what's going on?" the blonde teenager screamed, tears staining her face.
"What the fuck you think, baby? Your old lady's goin' nuts with me and my buddy here. She likes this kinda shit. Bet you would too, if you gave it half a chance," Paul said, bending down and licking his tongue over one side of her face.
Julie grimaced, pulling away, twisting around and trying to scratch at his face.
"No, you bastard! You're lying! Oh God, leave me alone!" she screamed.
"Shit, she's gonna get the neighbors here," Jack said, nervously glancing at one of the small basement windows.
Paul let the young teen go, twisting her around with one move and slapping her hard across the face. Julie screamed sharply, her body snapping to the right from the force of his blow. Ellen watched helplessly as her daughter spun to the floor, her head striking the concrete with a thud.
"Uhhhhhh...." One leg twisted over the other while her plaid skirt hiked up nearly to her waist from her fall.
"Stop it! Don't ... don't touch her!" Ellen screamed, still tugging at the ropes.
Paul ignored Ellen's pleas, setting Julie upright and starting to pull her clothes from her body.
"No!" Julie screeched.
"Come on, Sis," Paul said, that same awful mocking tone in his voice he had used with his mother. "I seen you bouncin' around the street, them tits waggin' at all the guys. You want cock real bad ... just like our old lady over there."
Julie twisted away from her foster brother for a moment, peering through her tears at her roped and battered mother.
"Oh God! What have you done?"
"Oh Julie, Julie," Ellen sobbed, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. "You should have stayed at camp. Oh God!" The woman groaned, her words choked out by her emotions.
"Come on, Sis."
The two struggled, the young girl screaming and kicking, pulling away several times from her brother only to be grabbed once more and handled roughly. The room was filled with the sounds of her screams, punctuated by the tearing sounds of clothing. Ellen twisted and writhed on the bench, watching her daughter being stripped. First the blouse, then her skirt, and finally her panties were torn from her young body by the wild teenager. Last to go was her bra, the cups ripped from her heaving tits by Paul's big hands.
She stood there trembling, hands crossed over her thighs modestly while her upper arms shrank in protectively over her bare tits. Ellen stretched her arms, pulling at the ropes, feeling them cutting off the circulation.
"Now, we get to have double fun ... the old lady and her daughter," Jack said, moving toward the shivering Julie.
"You ... you stay away from me," she said, stepping away from the approaching stud.
"Ain't nowhere you're gonna go. You might as well stay right here, baby, and take it," Paul said, moving in from behind and grabbing her hard by the upper arms.
Julie screamed, her head thrown back, her lips parted while she tried wheeling around and kicking her brother between the legs.
"That's how I dig 'em ... with a little spitfire inside. But this one's got too much. Gotta take care of that."
Paul spun her around, stepped back and raised one arm. She trembled with terror, her eyes raised and widened as the big paw-like hand sliced through the air. Ellen screamed along with her daughter as the big fingers smashed against Julie's right cheek, sending the helpless girl pitching to one side.
Julie's tits slapped together while her legs became entangled. She lost her balance, falling to the floor. That slap! Never, never before in her life had anyone ever struck her like that! Her cheek stung while her teeth seemed to rattle. The room seemed to fade for a second as she collapsed onto the basement floor, her long blonde hair splashing over her flushed cheeks.
"Okay. She's quieter," Paul said, bending down and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
"Oh Lord," Ellen moaned, turning her head away for a moment as her daughter's shrieks echoed through the room.
"Now you're gonna go over there and let your mother show you just how much she appreciates a cunt like you for a daughter. She's probably been wantin' to do this all along, just like she's been wantin' to fuck me," Paul said, twisting her hair around and pulling several strands out by the roots.
Julie was breathing hard and heavy, her raspy breaths sounding as if she were about to have a heart attack. Her forehead wrinkled while hot tears streaked her cheeks. The pain in her scalp made her dumb with agony and terror. She knelt there, her eyelids fluttering, her mouth nbw a tight scar while her tits swayed gently from side to side.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
"Now shaddup and get up!"
He yanked up harder on her hair, laughing as the girl struggled desperately to her feet. Letting go, Paul stretched out one hand and pressed it between her jutting shoulder blades. He shoved forward several times, telling her to pick up her feet as she stumbled reluctantly toward her bound, sobbing mother.
"Ohhh ... Mama! What have you done? Oh God, I never thought ... even at camp when some of the other girls were telling me about their parents, I never thought you did things like ... this."
"Julie...."
Ellen felt humiliated beyond words. Her secret was out. Even worse, her daughter was being forced to live part of it!
"Climb up there!" Paul barked as Julie reached the edge of the bench.
Julie turned around and flashed her foster brother a questioning look.
"You heard me, dumb bitch! I said climb up there and slide your cunt up to your old lady's face. I wanna see some cunt-lickin' action around here," Paul shouted, swatting the girl hard across her naked ass.
Julie squealed, moving both hands modestly back to her jiggling buns protectively, then reluctantly doing what her brother ordered.
"Ohhh God, you ... you wouldn't do something like this. Oh God!" Ellen cried, her eyes wide, her heart beating with horror and anger as she watched her daughter climb awkwardly onto the bench, then turn around. Her knees were straddling Ellen's body.
"Sure, man."
Paul moved around as Julie slid up, stopping her when she was sitting on her mother's heaving belly.
"Gotta see if this one's ready for you yet."
With that he slipped one hand down to Julie's crotch, letting his fingers stray over her pussy mound.
"Oh!"
Julie jerked her young plump ass away, but quickly chanted her tactics when Paul slapped her once again across the face. She closed her eyes, making strange humming, grunting sounds as her brother began moving his fingers over her pussy.
"Warm, warm," he muttered, his forefinger sliding back and forth over her cunt slit while his thumb began strumming regularly at her clit.
There were changes taking place in Julie's face now, changes Ellen recognized all too well. The girl was starting to get into this scene now, her jaw tensing, her cheeks trembling while her forehead alternately smoothed and wrinkled. She was starting to breathe heavily, her breaths wheezing, gasping inhalations while her arms and legs moved subtly against her mother's naked body.
"Oh yeah, yeah, that's it, Sis. Just sit back and lemme do all the work for now."
Paul curled his forefinger, pushing it into her pussy with a squishy sound. Julie stiffened her back, thrusting out her tits while her ass trembled and her knees jerked against her mother's thighs. Paul kept fucking his finger in, in-not finding the cherry he had expected to encounter.
"This fuckin' cunt's no virgin," he finally announced.
Julie opened her eyes and looked shamefully at her surprised mother.
"That's ... that's why I came home from camp. Something happened up there I couldn't understand and I ... I needed some time to figure it out. There was this boy and ... and things happened, and...."
"Christ, you got fucked! Right? Big Goddamned deal," Jack said, bored with the young girl's sobbing explanation.
"Oh, Julie," Ellen moaned.
"That's okay, man. Don't have to worry about blood and all that shit. She's good and prime pussy meat now, ready for any dude's prick," Paul said, finger-fucking his sister rapidly now, making sure his knuckles touched her clit continually.
Julie was breathing harder and harder, unable to stop the rush of feelings between her legs. Soon her small tight ass was moving across her mother's belly, her head lolling from side to side as sensations too powerful for her to fight took over her mind.
"Okay, baby, up ... come on, up there so your old lady can take care of that nasty little itch between your Goddamned legs."
"Ohhhhh," Ellen moaned.
"Yeah, come on bitch, get to work. I wanna see some real action here before I stick my cock into your cunt," Jack said.
Paul shoved Julie up until her swollen cunt was pressed against Ellen's mouth. The older blonde woman was horrified. She could smell the musky heat of her daughter's pussy, could feel her cunt hairs tickling the insides of her nostrils. The smell was almost like that of Paul's crotch, but somehow a little different. She heard Julie crying out, gasping as she moved her mouth slightly against her daughter's warm cunt.
"Come on, Ma ... chow down. Time to get yourself a little snack."
There was nothing more she could do. Reluctantly, feeling as if she were committing the sin of sins, Ellen began moving her mouth more rhythmically, rubbing her lips against her daughter's cunt. Almost immediately, Julie began responding, snapping her head back, moving her tight little ass from side to side as she tensed her thighs and hunched forward. Ellen began nipping at the swollen cunt lips, that movement bringing more gasps of delight from her overheated daughter.
"Virgin, sheeit! I bet she's been fuckin' guys for years," Jack said derisively, feeling his prick getting hard and thick again.
Julie moaned, rocking her hips back and forth as her excitement built quickly. Ellen, to her amazement and disgust, felt her own excitement beginning to spiral. Was there no depth to which she wouldn't sink simply to arouse herself? She was getting high, sexually high on her own daughter! She felt that should have aroused her disgust and revulsion. But instead all she could think of was the delight she was receiving from this act. She groaned, feeling her clit pop out of its fleshy surroundings, feeling the sexual pleasure building between her tensing thighs.
Ellen moaned against her daughter's cunt, that vibration making Julie gasp and tremble, that moan shooting through the girl like a bolt of lightning.
"Oh no, no! Oh God, it's so ... sooooo good!" Julie confessed between her raspy gasps.
"Yeah, that's it, Sis-come on, ride your mother's face. Come on, show her how much you dig gettin' your pussy licked!"
Ellen pressed her thighs together, rubbing them against one another while Julie leaned forward, bracing her arms on either side of her mother's head. Ellen responded by letting her tongue lash out against her daughter's red, moist, swollen cuntmeat. She nibbled on the tips of her daughter's swollen cuntlips, then twirled her tongue around and around on Julie's clit. Ellen had never done anything like this before in her life. But somehow she seemed born to suck cunt. She felt the hard little nub of her own clit rising in her pussy, taking her over once more.
Once more, Ellen felt herself lost in a bizarre world of sexuality. And there was Julie, as hot as she was, pressing her pussy hard against her mother's face. Ellen had trouble breathing through the damp hot cuntmeat, that difficulty only heightening the effect of her growing passion. Her blood rushed violently through her veins, threatening to explode through her brain.
"Oh no, no, no!" Julie cried, sweat streaking her flesh while her body bounced up and down against her mother's face. Her tits jiggled and slapped together while her ass bounced up and down against Ellen's heaving belly. Yes, oh yes, she was going to cum, going to cum in her mother's mouth! "Uhhhhh!"
Ellen tongued wildly against that juicing cunt rubbing over her mouth and nose. She forgot it was her own daughter creaming all over her face. Twisting against the restraining ropes, Ellen banged the backs of her naked legs against the workbench, going wild with fuck-lust.
She flattened her tongue out, covering every inch of her daughter's cunt as he kept rubbing it up and down, up and down over that pussy slit. By now Ellen was so close to orgasm that her hips were humping up and down rhythmically on the hard wood. As Julie moved back and forth, then circled her pussy around on her mother's mouth, the woman's hips moved faster and harder.
"Yaggghghhhh!" Julie came first.
The violence of Julie's climax sent her mother over the brink. Both women moaned and cried out as again and again their cunts convulsed and clamped on thin air. And behind them, Paul and Jack leered and waited.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Again and again, Julie's cunt clamped down on her mother's tongue, her body swaying from side to side on the narrow workbench. She was out of control, her face pinching up hard and red as if she were in incredible pain. Her ass pranced and danced in mid-air, trembling, flexing while she drove her clit again and again against her mother's licking tongue.
Ellen thought she would faint as her orgasm gripped her. She shoved the tip of her tongue into that sucking dark fuckhole, feeling the quivering of Julie's pussy, feeling the cuntal walls closing in around her prying tongue. The hot cunt juices from Julie's pussy slicked down her chin and cheeks. "Ummmmm!"
"Suck me, Mama. Ohhhh God, suck me out ... oh yesss, please, oh it feels sooo ... so awfully good."
Through her lust-glazed eyes Ellen saw her daughter's flesh puckered up into goose pimples, glistening with a fine coating of perspiration. Julie's tits bobbed back and forth, the rosebud nipples long and hard while her hips sawed from side to side. She was grating her pussy in circles against Ellen's hard-working mouth.
"Alyeeeeeee!" Julie was screaming hard now as her climax peaked.
Ellen's mouth was making sucking, slurping sounds as the young girl hunched hard and fast against her mother's lips. Ellen was sucking, sucking furiously as the young girl's orgasm crested. Ellen felt the flames of her own climax licking up her thighs, touching her clit, then making her belly contract. Both women writhed and squirmed and jerked as they came violently against one another.
Julie threw back her head and kept on squealing and panting, nearly losing her balance several times as the waves of climax washed over her again and again. Ellen felt her orgasm starting to fade away. Oh, it had been so good, so very, very good! She kept lashing away at her daughter's pussy. She could feel Julie leaning forward, barely holding herself up with her arms. A warm, comforting glow covered Ellen's sweaty flesh as she fought to regain her breath.
As the pleasure faded away slowly, Ellen again became aware of the pain and humiliation she had been forced to endure. And now they had brought her daughter into this, her only daughter, to face this terrible humiliation!
"Julie...."
"Oh Mother ... what've you made me do?" the girl sobbed.
"Just what you wanted, baby, just what you wanted."
Paul hauled her off her mother's body, throwing her onto the pile of rags near the water heater where Ellen had been so brutally raped earlier. There, Paul jerked her legs apart, burying his face in her spit-slicked pussy muff and growling and snapping at his sister's cunt. Ellen watched as Julie screamed and writhed, her feet kicking hard at Paul's back.
In a moment, the young man raped Juliet climbing on top of the screaming blonde teenager and fucking his cock into her wet cunt. Ellen saw his hips working up and down, heard her daughter's rhythmic grunts and screams as Paul's hips slapped against Julie's crotch. When he was finished, Jack was next, wiping the cum from the girl's pussy with a dirty rag, then falling on top of the groaning young woman. In moments, he too was raping her, his ass pumping up and down, his grunts and the girl's screams filling the room with a strange mixture of lusty sounds.
When the fucking was over, Jack stood up, pushing his softening prick back into his pants. Julie rolled over onto her side, drawing her knees up to her tits while covering her face with both hands. Her sobs reverberated in the basement while her body trembled violently.
"Not bad. But she didn't put half the effort in fuckin' me-the way she did her old lady," Jack said a little disappointedly.
"You just didn't treat the bitch right," Paul explained, zipping up.
"Yeah, she still ain't learned to behave like her old lady," Jack said under his breath.
"Gotta give her a chance to learn. Come on, let's give the slut a show."
Paul took his half-conscious sister and dragged her over to the workbench, leaning her up against the side. There were more ropes, ropes tied to her wrists and pulled back, the free ends attached to the vise right next to Ellen's head. Julie moaned, tugging her hands weakly against the restraining hemp. She managed to rouse herself from her stupor, ignoring the squishy feeling of cum still in her pussy and looking around inquiringly at what was going on.
"Kept these from the Fourth of July. Thought I'd be able to use 'em. Now you're gonna learn how to heat up your cunt when some dude's not around to do it for you and your old lady can learn a few things too."
Ellen raised her head from the workbench, her face blanching when she saw Paul showing his buddy several small brightly colored cylinders. Wicks sprouted from the tops. Were they small candles? No! Oh God, they were firecrackers!
Ellen knew what would happen now. She twisted and bucked against the bonds as Paul approached her, taking one of the cylinders and shoving it in her juicy pussy. The sharp entry made her wince. He shoved in a second one nearer her clit, twisting it around and around and seeing with satisfaction that his mother responded to the firecracker-fucking.
"Even now she's turnin' on to it. Bet she just can't wait till the things gets goin'."
Reaching around, he shoved two more firecrackers into his sister's pussy, twisting them around, watching as Julie's face blanched, then grimaced into an expression of severe pain. He was fucking her with those things, moving them back and forth, rubbing the firecrackers against her clit.
"Nice to have something like that blowin' your mind, huh, baby? But this ain't gonna be blowin' just your mind, slut. You're gonna have somethin' real hot and fiery between your legs in a sec," Paul said, pressing his face against Julie's, then laughing maniacally.
"Oh God, Mama ... Mama, he's going to hurt me bad!" Julie screamed.
Ellen clenched her teeth together, grinding them as once more she fought to free herself. Her daughter was going to be hurt too, and there was nothing she could do. Roped in tightly, the hemp chewing against her sweaty flesh, Ellen faced the same fate as Julie.
"This'll get 'em goin'."
Ellen heard the scraping of a match, smelled the burning sulphur. No, no, oh God, no! This couldn't be happening! It was the culmination of a terrible nightmare, one that should never have happened!
"Please, Paul, oh God, you don't know what you're going to do to us. God in heaven, don't ... don't do this to us!" Ellen pleaded as she twisted her head around and watched the flame of the match flicker beneath his demonic face.
"This is gonna be good, real good. Yeah, man, it's gonna turn you on."
"No!" Ellen screamed as he drew closer with the burning match.
She saw the flame flicker and threaten to go out. It came back. She watched with growing horror as he stretched out his hand and ignited the two fuses sticking up from her pussy, standing back and watching s the tiny wicks began to sputter.
"No, no!"
Ellen stretched her body on the bench, thrashing around like a wild woman, arching her back and wallowing her shoulderblades against the wood while clawing helplessly at the splintery wood. She could feel the shower of sparks igniting her cunt hairs, could smell the sickening stench of her burning pussy fuzz while the wicks burned down quickly to the gunpowder. She heard Julie wailing, begging her brother Paul to stop this insanity before it was too late.
"No, no, don't ... oh God, please, Paul, oh please, put it out. Don't let it go off in my cunt," Ellen begged, choking on her own saliva.
But her foster son had no intention of putting out the flames. He and his buddy Jack watched with growing fascination as the flames burned down quickly, watched as the woman twisted and writhed on the bench against the ropes like one of the damned. There was nothing Ellen could do. All she could was pray. With each passing second, her nerves frayed, sputtering as badly as the fuses between her flailing legs.
"Ohhhhh!" Ellen gasped.
"Now, bitch, now! Now you're gonna feel a real bite!" Paul hissed.
The fire was rapidly approaching her fuckhole now. The heat spread across her cunt and singed her lower pussylips. Ellen cringed and struggled against the steadily burning fuse. Paul and Jack could only smirk and enjoy the spectacle unfolding in front of them.
Ellen tensed and prayed, quivering as the heat burned into her pussy. There was a moment's hesitation, a second when the sputtering stopped, and both Julie and Ellen thought this horror was all over.
Then suddenly the powder ignited and the firecrackers exploded!
Thousands of burning, sharp needles ripped at her pussy. Ellen screamed the cry of the damned, her body arching up, one of her arms finally tearing free of the ropes and falling over her twisting thighs. The explosions burned her to her soul as the bench creaked beneath her. There was another explosion. Had they done the same thing to Julie? Perhaps. Ellen didn't really know. There was another moment of mind-searing pain, and then blissful darkness....
When Ellen awoke, the ropes were gone. Paul and Jack were nowhere to be seen. Painfully, she rose from the workbench, moaning as the pain in her pussy still throbbed. Looking down, the woman saw her singed blonde cuntal hairs, and she could still smell the spent gunpowder. How her head throbbed! How her body ached from having been tied down in that awful position for so long! Rubbing her forehead, she looked around for Julie and found her daughter crumpled in a fetal positon on that pile of decaying rags in the corner.
"Julie?"
Grunting with the effort, Ellen slid down from the workbench and padded over to her daughter, sinking to her knees and running her fingers through the girl's hair.
"Oh Mother, Mother-what have you done to me?" Julie finally asked, turning around and peering at Ellen through her tangled blonde hair.
Ellen moved her mouth silently. No, she couldn't say anything now. But she would make it up to her daughter. They would leave this awful place, sell the house and turn Paul over to the authorities. She could never face him again ... not after this.
"We'll leave," Ellen finally managed to whisper.
Julie closed her eyes, shaking her head from side to side.
"He'll never let us ... oh God, he'll never let us leave."
Ellen bit her lips, hugging her daughter's head to her tits. Julie was wrong. Of course they could leave. Paul would have no say in the matter. They were free to do as they chose. They would start up a new life somewhere else, somewhere away from this horrid situation, away from these awful memories. It was possible....
