Standing over his mother, Howie looked down at her, his cock throbbing very hard. Joan looked up, her eyes fixed on his cock and balls, her flesh pimpling.
"Howie, you can't fuck me with my legs cuffed together this way," she ventured. "You are going to fuck me, aren't you, darling?"
"Sure, Mother," he grinned. "You'll see."
CHAPTER FIVE
Howie snapped ropes to the cuffs of her ankles, then to the shoulder harness. Joan, her eyes starting to glaze with a mixture of ecstasy and fear, watched as Howie began to pull on the rope attached to the pulley in the ceiling. He lifted her feet, and Joan's weight was on her shoulders. Next, he pulled her shoulders and head up by another pulley. Her ass sank until she was almost doubled up, hanging from the ceiling. Her dark hair fell downward, and she turned her head to follow her son's movements.
He was quite pleased with himself. He walked around his mother, looking at her from every angle. He enjoyed the view of her ass. The puffy lips of her cunt seemed to pooch from her thighs, and the creamy whiteness of her ass seemed to beg for a good spanking.
He swung his flat palm hard against his mother's ass.
"Owww," Joan whimpered.
"Owww, is right," Howie agreed. "I guess I can't spank your hot fucking ass with just my hand. I'll use this." He picked up a leather belt, waving it in the air.
The belt smacked against her ass, making Joan writhe. She didn't cry out this time. The pain lashed through the smooth cheeks of her ass, but Jack had struck her much harder before. Howie examined his mother's ass, seeing the pink stripe the belt had left.
"You're going to have to hit harder," Joan whimpered. "You're going to have to spank me real hard."
"Would it make you come, Mother?" he asked.
"Ooo, yes, it would!"
"Then fuck you," he said. "I don't want to give you any pleasure. I want to make you scream, you fucking cunt!"
"Yes, darling! Oh, yes!"
Howie rummaged into the tool box he had brought into the house earlier. He found a couple of small vise grips. Joan stared at them, real fear in her eyes now. She didn't have to ask what he was going to do with them.
"Not those, honey," she pleaded. "They'll hurt me, Howie! Please, baby, just hit my titties! Hit them all you wanta, but don't use those on me!"
"I'll use them if I want to, so you just shut your cocksucking mouth, Mother."
He adjusted the grips, and then squeezed one onto a firm, long nipple, locking the grip. Joan howled in pain, real, excruciating pain. When he turned the grip loose, it dragged her nipple down and to one side. Quickly, he snapped the other grip onto her other nipple, and Joan thought they were being not only smashed, but pulled from her tits.
"Howie, you're going too far!" she shrieked.
"Not far enough yet," he giggled wickedly. He moved to her ass, digging a finger into her cunt.
Despite the pain in her tits, Joan wiggled her uplifted ass when he finger fucked her. She felt him part the hairy lips of her cunt. She couldn't see what he was up to because her thighs were together. She felt him rubbing at her knotted cunt, and it felt so good, she hoped he would make her come. She felt the coldness of metal, and suddenly screamed as another small vise grip was pinched onto her cunt.
Howie let the grip hang down, the cold metal dangling between the cheeks of her ass. Joan was crying now with the scaring pain. Jack had never done this to her. She wasn't sure she could stand much more of it. Her cunt felt as if it were being stretched, pulled long by the weight of the grip.
He stood to one side, looking at his hanging mother, his eyes shining with wicked pleasure. His cock jerked up and down, and Joan could hardly see him through the tears flooding her eyes.
"Darling, please, not this!" she moaned. "Tie me up and fuck me piss on me, but this is horrible, Howie! It hurts my tits and cunt! You're going to ruin them, baby!"
"Want me to put a fucking gag in your cocksucking mouth, Mother?" he warned, cupping his balls and squeezing them tenderly.
"But, Howie, if you ruin my cunt, you can't fuck it!" she protested.
"You've got other places for my cock," he giggled. "I can shove my cock down your cocksucking throat, or up your asshole."
"Do it, baby," she sobbed. "Take these things off me, and let me suck your cock! I'm a good cocksucker, darling, real good! And I like to feel a cock in my mouth! I'll suck it so good for you! I like to have a cock in my mouth, Howie. Please, darling, it hurts!"
Howie stood at his mother's head, running his cock through her hair, getting it sticky with his dripping juices. He wrapped his mother's dark hair about his balls and cock, looking into her face. "I think I'll jack off, Mother. I think I'll just come in your fucking hair."
"Then hurry," she urged. "Hurry up and do it, then take these things off me!"
"Naw, you'd like that too much," he said.
He began to lower her head, using the pulleys. When he had her face just below his balls, he stopped lowering her. Joan head hanging gazed at her son's balls and hard cock. Despite the fiery pain in her nipples and cunt, she licked her lips, anticipating her son fucking her mouth with his hard cock.
Howie straddled his mother's face, rubbing his balls back and forth, across her forehead, her nose, her lips. Joan opened her mouth, trying to pull his balls into it, but Howie seemed content to rub only. She thrust her tongue out, managing to lick at his balls. Her cunt was wet and throbbing, her clit trying to swell in the grip of that thing clenching it.
"You like my balls, Mother?" he asked, pressing the hard shaft of his cock against her chin. "You want to suck my balls?"
Joan moaned, her tongue twisting against his full, hairless balls. Howie pressed them down, and her lips parted. When his balls were in her mouth, Joan sucked them, her nose pressing between the cheeks of her son's ass. There was a shitty odor, yet it somehow excited her. Jack had never done any of this to her, and Joan found it almost exhilarating. She sucked hard on Howie's balls, feeling him press and rub his hard cock on her chin. He was dripping on her neck, and even that felt good to her.
"Suck my balls, you cocksucker!" Howie grunted, pulling up on the vise grips, sending a slashing pain through his mother's tits. Joan howled around his balls as the pain sent tears from her eyes. "Suck my balls and I might, just might, take those grips off."
Joan began to suck her son's balls frantically, willing to do anything to get rid of those cruel grips. Her clit felt as if it had stretched a foot long, and the pain was terrible on that sensitive organ. She sucked ax his balls as her tongue flew around them. She could feel how loaded they were with come juice. Her nose pressed harder between the cheeks of his ass, resting now on his puckering asshole. The odor of shit was stronger, and Joan couldn't understand her erotic response to it. It seemed to make her hotter than sucking his cock.
Howie let go of the grips, and they fell down, pulling brutally on her nipples. He drew his balls out of her mouth and rubbed the dripping head of his cock across her lips. Joan thrust her tongue out, licking the swollen head of his cock, tasting the juices on it. She licked at his piss hole, breathing heavily with ecstasy.
When he stepped away, she begged: "Put it in my mouth. Howie! Please, fuck my mouth! Baby, oh baby, fuck Mother in the mouth! I want to suck your cock, make you come in my hot, wet mouth!"
"You really want to suck my cock, Mother?"
"Oooo, yes!"
"Here, take it," he said.
She opened her mouth wide, and Howie shoved his cock deep. He fucked into her mouth so fast and deep, Joan choked as his prick almost penetrated her throat. He gripped the back of her head, pulling her face up. He pushed his cock as hard as he could. Joan couldn't breathe, and she was strangling on her son's cock.