The golden piss streamed from her pussy, splashing on the floor beneath her. She felt it spatter her feet. Her eyes remained on their cocks as she pissed, glazed with the erotic feelings in her body.
Tommy stepped forward, cupping his hands under the stream. He brought his cupped hands, filled with her hot, golden piss, to her face and washed it. Again and again he washed his mother's face in her piss, finally cupping a puddle and lifting it to her lips.
"Drink it, Mom," he said. "Drink your piss."
Susan lapped her tongue into her piss like a dog drinking from a bowl. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant. Tommy repeated the offering as she continued to piss a strong stream, bringing it to her mouth so she could lap it up. Freddie slipped to his knees, not minding the puddle of piss. He ran his hand along her hairy cunt and fingered her asshole. Susan enjoyed the gentle touch of his finger on her sensitive asshole.
But, suddenly, she screamed.
Freddie had rammed his finger into her asshole without warning, and it hurt her.
"Don't!" she yelled.
Freddie jerked his finger from her gripping asshole and slapped her ass hard, making his mother scream again.
"What did you say, you cocksucking cunt?"
"Please, that hurt this cunt," Susan moaned.
"Too fucking bad," Freddie said, and rammed his finger up her tight asshole again.
Susan moaned. Her asshole was very tight, and his finger seemed to go so deep. Her asshole squeezed at his finger. Freddie laughed, jerking his finger out and ramming it up her ass again.
It felt as if her son's finger was sandpaper, rubbing her asshole raw. She began to sob, but she sat still, without struggling against the ropes holding her. If she struggled, they would only mistreat her worse, she knew.
Freddie penetrated his mother's asshole with one finger a few times, then pulled it free. He stood up and rubbed his finger along her lips. Susan smelled the shit on it, but she was unable to move her head away.
"Lick it, cunt," he said.
Susan whimpered, but her tongue came out and licked at his finger. She tasted her shit on it, and her stomach churned, but she licked all around his finger.
"You like that, Mom?" Freddie asked. "You like that shit on my finger?"
Susan knew the proper reply. "This cunt likes the shit on your finger."
"Does it make your hairy cunt wet?"
"This cunt's hairy cunt is very wet," she replied.
"I bet you'd come if I shit in your fucking face, wouldn't you?"
Susan's stomach churned even more, and her face made a grimace of distaste, but she had to give the proper reply.
"This cunt would come if you shit in her face," she said, her voice breaking.
She sincerely hoped Freddie wouldn't do anything like that to her. She didn't want his ass in her face, shitting. She didn't want anyone to shit in her face.
Freddie thrust his finger into her mouth, telling her to suck it, to make sure there was no shitty smell on it. Susan sucked frantically, still tasting her shit on it. Tommy was pinching one of her nipples very hard, bruising it, but she didn't dare cry out.
They left her alone for a while, secured to the chair. She watched them go back into the house. She was uncomfortable, except where the cut-out bottom cut into her flesh.
After a time, Freddie and Tommy returned. They were dressed in jeans and fresh t-shirts, and they carried a dress for her.
"We're all gonna take a walk, Mom," Tommy said.
Freddie squatted behind her, and Susan swallowed a groan as something was shoved into her asshole. This time Freddie inserted whatever it was gently, and she felt an unusual sensation.
They untied her then, and as she stood up, the object in her ass felt uncomfortable. They removed her half-bra, then the garter belt, next her nylons. After untying her hands, they slipped the dress over her head.
The dress had a full skirt, and she was naked beneath it. They wouldn't dare put her collar and leash back on, not in public, she thought. Freddie took her hand and they led her from the garage back into the house, then toward the front door.
"Please, this cunt has a request," she said softly.
"What now?"
"This cunt is naked under the dress," Susan said. "And it's windy out there."
"So what?"
"My dress… uh, this cunt's dress might blow up," she said, flushing slightly.
"Tough shit," Tommy said.
They walked along the sidewalk, with Susan stepping gingerly. Whatever it was that Freddie had shoved up her ass made walking a bit difficult for her.
Freddie noticed it, and he laughed. "You'll get used to it, Mom."
Susan's skirt whipped about her thighs, lifting a little now and then. She knew that a gust would blow it up past her waist, and people would see she was naked under it. She wasn't surprised to find her cunt pulsating with excitement. Being shamed, humiliated, was becoming an enjoyable aspect for her now.
A few blocks away, a gust finally caught her skirt and lifted it. Susan squealed softly as she felt her skirt fly to her waist. She started to push it down, but a quick warning from Tommy stopped her.
Two men coming toward them saw her dress go up, and they grinned as her hairy cunt and long thighs were exposed to them. A pink flush crept over Susan's lovely face, but she resisted she urge to shove her dress down.
Freddie and Tommy giggled lewdly.
"That's the way, Mom," Freddie said. "Show your fucking cunt to everybody. Show them what a shameless slut you are."
"Look," Tommy said. "There's Janice."
The exquisite little girl was coming toward them, dressed in shorts and a colorful blouse. As they approached, Janice lowered her gaze bashfully.
"Where you going, Janice?" Freddie asked.
For a moment the little girl didn't reply. She lifted her eyes up, and found Susan looking down at her. A flush came over her young cheeks.
"To visit you guys," she said in a small voice.
"To visit us?" Tommy asked, surprised. "I thought you didn't like us any more, Janice."
Susan saw the girl's eyes, and she felt a tingling thrill in the pit of her stomach. Susan recognized what was in those bright eyes. Takes one to know one, she thought.
"I like you," Janice said in a whispery voice, still blushing. "I just thought I'd visit a while."
"Hey, that's all right!" Freddie said. "But you know what's gonna happen, don't you?"
Janice hesitated, then nodded her head shyly.
CHAPTER SIX
As they walked back to the house, Janice noticed the way Susan walked.
"Did you hurt yourself?" she asked.
Susan started to reply, then caught herself. She looked at her sons. They remained silent, not giving her permission to speak. Janice looked puzzled.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked Susan. "About being that way in the gargage?"
Susan bit her bottom lip, glancing at the girl.
"Tell her, Mom," Tommy said.
"No, I'm not mad at you, honey," Susan said.
Freddie shot a warning look at his mother.
"I mean, this cunt isn't mad," she said, her voice low as her face turned red.
Janice's eyes went wide as she looked up Susan. "What?"
"This cunt isn't mad."
Janice giggled. "You, too, huh?"
Susan nodded, ashamed to admit being under her sons' domination.
They entered the house, and the collar was placed around Susan's neck.
Janice watched with wide-eyed innocence.
"This cunt would like a drink of water," Susan said.
"You forgot to ask for permission, Mom," Tommy replied. "Open the top of your dress."
Susan, with trembling fingers, did as she was told. Her tits arched out. Janice stared at them, her tongue moving over her lips. Freddie slapped his mother's tits, making them jiggle. The creamy swells showed the red imprint of his fingers.