At one point, he placed his hands on the sides of her head and held her still. Then, he slowly moved his hips, gliding his cock in and out. He was fucking her face!
He kept this up for several minutes before he pulled her face toward his crotch. The long spear kept moving deeper into her mouth until it banged against the back of her throat. Still he kept pulling her closer. "Ohmigod!" she thought. "He wants me to deep throat him!"
She had done that with others but she had always controlled the entry. He was moving at a much faster pace than she was used to. She closed her eyes and focused on relaxing her throat muscles. She choked back a gag as it kept pressing harder against her throat. And then suddenly it slipped through. She felt it still moving across her lips and knew it was still going deeper into her. Her breathing was cut off and still it plunged deeper. This was the largest cock she had ever taken that way.
"Oh, you're great," Jack complimented her. "It took Kim lots of practice to be able to do that."
Finally, the cock's descent ended. He kept it lodged in her throat and she started worrying about suffocating.
"Ooooo, I can feel your muscles squeezing around my cock. I'm going to lose it soon!"
He pulled out of her throat in time to erupt. She took a deep breath of air into her lungs right before he climaxed and then she felt his seed spewing out of his cock and filling her mouth. He kept his cock in her mouth long after the orgasm as his cock softened. She had no choice but to swallow it all.
"May I be released now?" asked Angela, finally. She was still kneeling and still had her wrists bound behind her. Jack was resting by leaning against the bed and was still enjoying the aftermath of the wonderful blowjob he had just received.
"I have you until tomorrow," he replied.
Angela sighed. She knew that John had said that but she was hoping that it had been forgotten. Or at least she hoped that Jack had discounted the comment. Could he possibly plan on keeping her that long? Could he possibly think that he could have sex with her again? Surely, he couldn't.
"Could you at least remove my bindings?"
Jack pondered the question for a moment as he gazed down at the beautiful slavegirl kneeling in the center of the room. He still couldn't believe his good luck. This was like his greatest fantasy in overdrive. If he had his way, he would never release his mother. She would be naked and captive and would belong to him forever.
"I don't think so," he replied. "There's something about the way you look in those cuffs that's amazing."
"Look, Jack," she started. He interrupted her by clearing his throat.
"Look what?"
Angela rolled her eyes. "Look, Master," she continued. "What we just did was very wrong. Let's not make things worse by repeating it."
Jack sighed as he listened to his mother trying to lecture him. He had every intention of repeating it and doing even more. In fact, he planned to fuck her next. She had a body that simply could not be resisted. He would sink his shaft into her. But it was clear to him that he needed to demonstrate his authority of her. He would not tolerate a slavegirl lecturing. She would have to be punished.
He went to his closet and returned with a ping pong paddle. He could have gone downstairs to get one of the larger paddles. He remembered when his father had used those on Kim at the beginning of her slavery. They had been painful and had left Kim with a black and blue bottom several times. He did not think he would need to go that far to bring his mother in line. Angela gasped when she saw the paddle.
"Over here, Mom," he said as he patted the edge of the bed.
Angela shook her head. There was no way that Jack was going to paddle her. "No way, buster."
"You're only making it hard on yourself," he said. He tossed the paddle onto the bed and then approached his mother. Angela tried to scramble away but he caught her by the hair and held her in place.
"Ouch!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
"It's your own fault," he replied. She was still kneeling and he reached down, slipping a hand between her legs from behind. He lifted her and carried her to the bed, using her sex and hair as handles. He was surprised by how wet she was. Despite her protest, he realized that she was aroused by all of this treatment.
He unceremoniously dumped her face down onto the bed with her torso lying flat and her legs dangling off the side. He quickly jumped onto the bed and straddled her torso to pin her down. He had a wonderful view of her shapely bottom. He had that same view in his mind many times at night as he masturbated to mental images of his mother.
He grabbed the link between her wrists and tugged her hands to the small of her back. Then he picked up the paddle.
"Jack, don't do this," she warned. "You will regret it."
"Girl," he replied calmly. "I'm going to do this for your own good. And you have just earned ten more for not addressing me properly."
"Jack, don't you dare!"
"Twenty more," he replied. Then he smacked the paddle down on her beautiful ass and started her punishment.
Angela howled at the first blow and continued howling as the paddle alternated from cheek to cheek. After fifteen blows, there was a knock on the door and John poked his head into the room again.
"Is everything okay?"
"Everything is not okay!" snapped Angela. "Get him off of me!"
"Everything's good, Dad," replied Jack. "She just needed a little coaching."
John's eyes opened wide at the sight that met his eyes. Angela's legs were kicking and he could tell that her sex was brimming. She obviously did not mind the way she was being treated. Her protests must just be an act, he decided.
What really surprised him, though, was the sight of his son. It was the first time he had seen Jack naked in years. And the paddling of his mother had gotten him hard again. John saw the erect shaft and was amazed at how large his son was. His cock was like a weapon.
"Let me know if you need any help, son. And the big paddles are downstairs."
"Thanks, Dad," Jack said as he struck Angela's ass again, eliciting another shriek. "I'm just giving her a taste right now. I'll use the big ones if this doesn't straighten her out. I'm just warming her up a bit."
"Looks like she's already overheated," said John, stepping into the room. He moved to the bed and swiped a finger between Angela's parted labia, holding it up to show his son the glistening digit.
"Yeah, I know," said Jack. "It's amazing. Maybe she was meant to be a slave."
"Maybe," agreed John as he moved back to the doorway. He glanced at his son's huge cock again and shook his head at the size. "Be sure you don't harm her with that thing."
Jack misunderstood. He thought his father was referring to the paddle when John really was commenting on the bludgeon between his son's legs. "I'm going light on her. Just a few more and I'll be done."
"Have fun with the girl," said John as he closed the door behind him. Angela shook her head in frustration that John had not rescued her.
Jack continued to paddle his mother. He actually was not hitting her hard but she continued to howl and yelp and shriek. Her bottom had a nice rosy hue to it when he stopped. "That's the thirty that you earned. Are you going to behave now or should I continue?"
Angela didn't know how to respond. She definitely did not want the punishment to continue. At the same time, she couldn't agree to behave. This was incest and she had to put a stop to it. Jack waited a moment for a reply and, when none came, he struck her again with the paddle.
"That just earned you ten more," he informed her. "I expect my girls to respond when they are asked a question."