Susan nodded, her hands hanging at her sides as she had been told. She was not allowed to touch her cunt or tits unless directed by them. She had to always keep her legs apart when she was sitting. She was never to be alone in the house; she had to always be with one of them. Even in the bathroom, she wasn't allowed to be alone. No matter what she was doing in the bathroom, one or both of the boys had to be with her. When she sat on the toilet, her knees had to remain open, whether she was pissing or shitting, her knees had to be open, at all times.
Using the bathroom was now a humiliating experience to Susan. Having her sons watch her piss and shit made her face burn with shame. At first, she had some difficulties, but it was getting better.
As they ate, she stood nearby, ready to get them anything else they wanted.
"Mom, you've been a good girl this morning," Freddie said, "so I'm going to give you a nice reward."
He stood up, and Susan saw his cock was hard. He gripped it and began to jack off. A shudder went through her body as she watched. Freddie's eyes burned on her tits and cunt, his fist pumping fast on his cock.
Susan felt a tremor of excitement between her legs as she watched him. She enjoyed it when they played with their cocks and balls, using their own hands. She knew this was voyeuristic, but it no longer mattered; she was changing, becoming a much different woman than she had been a week ago. They had taught her about her secret self, and they weren't finished by any means.
Her eyes became hot as she watched Freddie jerking on his cock. She watched his piss hole. When the thick, creamy come juice erupted, splashing into his plate, she ran her tongue over her lips slowly, feeling her cunt twitching. The pink lips of her pussy glistened with wetness.
The plate was coated with come juice, and Freddie released his cock. He picked up the plate and handed it to his mother.
"Lick it clean, Mom," he said.
Susan took the plate, gazing at the milky come juice.
"Lick it, I said!"
Susan's tongue shot out, and she ran it through the come. Her tongue lapped all over the plate, licking the come into her mouth, swallowing it. She handed the plate back to Freddie, who examined it to see if she missed any.
"That's a nice girl, Mom," he grinned at her.
Tommy stood and took the end of the leash, leading her back to the living room. Her hands were secured behind her back again, the way they usually were when she wasn't doing anything about the house.
"Now you can squat," he said.
Susan was seldom allowed to sit in a chair. She had to squat most of the time on the floor, with her knees always open so her cunt would be exposed. She squatted now, keeping her back arched with her tits high.
Tommy sat on the couch, his brother at the other end.
Tommy, wearing jockey shorts, drew his knees up and back to his chest, holding them there, looking at his mother from between them. "Lick me," he said.
"Take your shorts off," Susan replied.
Freddie jumped to his feet and, with the belt, slapped his mother across her naked tits, bringing a scream of pain from her.
"He told you to lick, Mom," he said. "You have no right to ask for anything."
"I forgot," she moaned, her tits painful. A red, angry line had been left across her creamy tits by the belt. "I'm sorry. I won't forget again."
"Then lick me," Tommy said, wiggling his ass to the edge of the couch.
Duck-walking, Susan moved to him. She stuck her tongue out and licked at the backs of her son's thighs, tasting his warm, young flesh. She wished they would untie her hands so she could touch him, stroke him and feel his cock and balls.
Tommy gazed at her from between his knees, feeling his mother's wet tongue lap about his thighs.
"Now lick my shorts," he demanded. "Lick my cock and balls through my shorts."
Susan pressed her face into his crotch, her tongue sticking out far, running over his cock and balls. She wanted to taste him naked. Still, she felt the now familiar sensation as her cunt began to throb, the hairy lips swelling, her clit tingling. She traced the edges of his shorts with the tip of her tongue, then closed her lips about his covered balls, sucking them through the cloth.
"Lick at my ass," Tommy said.
Susan shoved her face downward, pressing her mouth into the seat of his shorts, her tongue pressing into the crack of his ass. She could feel the heat of his ass through the shorts as her tongue probed. His balls were hot against her nose, and she inhaled the scent of him, loving it. She licked up and down his shorts, feeling them become wet with her saliva. She probed against his asshole, hearing her son moan in pleasure.
Tommy slipped a hand down his thigh and pulled the seat of his jockey shorts aside, leaving his balls covered. "Lick me in the ass, Mom."
Susan stared at the tight pucker of her son's asshole. Her clit became painfully distended, and she shoved her tongue tightly against that crinkled asshole. The heat of it seemed to burn her tongue, blister it. She licked swiftly, tasting his asshole. Soft mewls began coming from her as she licked and probed Tommy's asshole. She didn't dare try to slide her tongue into his ass, not unless she was told to.
Just above his balls, she saw his cock straining against the white shorts, a wet spot forming where the head was. She felt Tommy's asshole flex against her tongue, and she wished he would tell her to stick her tongue into it.
But Tommy didn't say anything. He wiggled his ass into his mother's face, growling with delight.
"Ohhh, shit!" he groaned.
Susan felt his ass convulsing against her tongue, and she saw the front of his shorts become soaked. His cock came, came inside his shorts. She murmured in disappointment, wishing it had happened in her mouth or cunt.
"You can take your fucking face out of my ass now," Tommy said.
He peeled his shorts off, turned them inside out, and smeared his come on his mother's face. Susan could not resist sticking her tongue out to taste his come. The wetness was shoved into her mouth.
"Suck it clean, Mom," he demanded. "Suck my come out of my shorts."
Susan sucke greedily, tasting his sweet come, her eyes rolling as her body trembled with erotic sensation.
Still squatting, she noticed Freddie wasn't with them.
Tommy took the leash, telling her to stand.
Her face was wet with come juice, her lips glistening. She waited passively, hands tied behind her back.
"The garage," Tommy said.
Susan turned, with her son behind her holding the leash. She walked the way she had been told, her hips rolling and her ass cheeks bunching. She felt like a whore, making her ass do this. But, she thought, feeling her son's eyes on her rolling ass, that's exactly what I am. A whore for my sons, a whore they can fuck and beat and do anything they want with.
In the garage they found Freddie. He stood at the side of an old kitchen chair, the bottom cut out of it. She was told to sit in it, facing the back. Susan felt her ass sink in the hole as she sat, her legs spread on either side. Her tits rested on the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, then a rope secured her tits to the back. The bottom of the chair cut into her flesh, her ass and cunt hanging through.
Freddie was still naked, his cock standing up very hard.
Susan looked at their cocks and balls. She now wanted to ask them something.
"Please, this cunt would like to ask you something," she said.
"What is it?" Freddie asked.
"This cunt has to piss, please," she said, her face red with shame. She would never get used to that, she thought, calling herself a cunt.
"Piss, then," Freddie said.
Susan began to piss. It was no longer degrading to her. She had pissed in front of them so many times now, it didn't make her feel shame as it had at first. On the contrary, she loved it when they watched her pissing, or even shitting, now. It made her feel deliciously wicked.