I'm Mel's Dad, 28 Treating Mother

TWENTY-EIGHT

'Treating Mother'

Betty, in the lead, holds the handle of the bullwhip. The twelve foot, black, sixteen-plait braided bullwhip.

You have bent the fall of the whip to a long paracord and threaded that through your mother's clit ring.

The cord is y-ed to her fat steel nipple rings, bending her down by the tits.

Your mother stumbles along behind her long ago erstwhile sex-party partner, tugging her forward as if she was leashed at her pussy.

And that must be painful.

Betty moves quickly without considering the pain she is causing.

Then again, she probably knows about that pain. She has fully embraced the resurgent abuse your mother craves.

Betty had known her dark longings for abuse before I did.

Compounding the agonies you two have created is the rough rope coiled tight around her neck in six or seven tiers, bracing her jaw like a posture collar.

You glide behind the pair, your face wearing a cruelly mischievous smile that I have not seen before. You hold the rope tail of the collar like a leash and are moving slowly enough that the leash is pulling back against her neck enough that your mother is slightly choked as if you are restraining an over-eager dog on a walk.

This restraint forces her neck to be drawn back, pulling her shoulders back which adds a re-curve to her upper spine and strains her down-pulled tits.

Your face is lit by that smile.

A cute and delighted sadist you have become.

Sweet.

My darling, Sweet.

She is totally naked except that you have laced her into those absurd en pointe shoes. The heels are fucking longer than her feet.

Essentially you have given your mother hooves.

Where did you even get those things?

And why?

I do not see how it would be possible to walk in those things, much less walk on lawn while being forced into that ridiculous recurved posture.

But, she's managing.

And I am enjoying the parade.

Thoroughly.

You lead her to the center of the yard and order her to stand, hands behind her head, elbows back, legs spread wide.

Wider.

I hadn't noticed that you are carrying a five-gallon bucket full of water, which you drop heavily between her hooves, laced halfway up her calves.

Betty undoes the bend and lays the paracord through the handle of the bucket, pulling it tight before tying it off.

Your mother must flex her knees to accommodate the strain.

You drop your leash to lie along her ass crack and tie your mother's collar to the bucket handle as well.

You both look will pleased with your garden sculpture.

I am.

And judging by the quiet murmurs around our yard, so are the others.

You walk towards me, both hands at your neck, gathering your honeyed tresses. You thrust your tits toward me by drawing your elbows back. You wrap your hair into a loose figure-eight at the base of your skull.

You stand before me and brush my chest with your nipples.

I shiver, watching into your eyes.

Delightful.

I reach around you and gather you in to a deep hug, lifting you off your heels.

My stiffness is trapped and mashed between us.

We kiss.

The world beyond us fades and we float solitary together.

Charles steps up behind you and curls his fingers around the wings of your hips.

He presses against your back, his cock nesting in the groove of your beautiful ass.

He kisses the side of your neck. He licks your ear.

"Come, Mel."

He looks at me with a question.

How can I refuse.

He leads you over to where Peter is waiting, sitting on one of our lounges, his erect cock touching his abs.

Peter reaches out and, holding your ass, pulls you to stand between his thighs.

He kisses you abs and licks your navel, his tongue corkscrewing into your pit.

Charles toys with your tits, clutching and tugging, stretching and twisting.

Peter leans forward and covers your pussy with his mouth.

You thrust towards him, holding his head, giving him guiding encouragment.

Charles steps back and guides his cock between your thighs

You move sinuously, your pelvis dancing on his cock and Peter's mouth

Peter licks Charles' cock and guides it into your cunt

Charles jams into you, fucking you against Peter's face

Peter feasts on your pussy and clit, and on Charles' cock and balls.

You rock between impaling yourself on Charles' cock and offering yourself to Peter's lips, teeth and tongue.

Peter lies back, sprawling on the lounger, his cock ripped from your cunt.

You step forward to straddle the lounger and lower yourself onto his eagerly welcoming face

Charles kneels between Peter's wide-spread legs and leans forward to fondle your tits and kiss your back.

They rub their cocks together in the open air as they toy with you.

You shift your ass forward to Peter's tongue and twist at the waist to kiss Charles.

They both continue to manhandle your tits, a four-hand assault.

I notice that the Hofster Twins, tees and shorts long doffed, have moved to the sculpture you and Betty had left of your mother.

They are rubbing over her flesh, particularly fascinated by the straining muscles caused by the pose you have enforced with the bucket.

They alternate slapping and digging their fingers into her shivering thighs and calves.

Her tits, taut and slightly flattened by their downward tether, attract their curious attention as well.

They laugh at the effect thrumming the tight cord like a wash-tub bass has on her tits and cunt.

She jerks and screech delightfully, in rhythm to their quick tug and release.

Your mother is approaching her version of heaven - abused and helpless.

Juli steps behind her and, with powerful open-hand slaps starts spanking her ass.

This would knock her over onto her face, was Jodi not pressing that face into her tight gymnast's breasts.

Your mother takes the distraction eagerly, sucking on Jodi's dark button nipples.

Given the predicament you and Betty had created for her, she was limited to very little movement that didn't involve wrenching at her tits and cunt or choking her head back.

So she moves.

Her only means to maintain her balance is to dance clumsily on the hooves you'd laced onto her feet.

Where had you found those ridiculously high-heels.

They weren't really hooves, but they did force an en pointe that left her trying to balance on tips not much larger than a silver dollar.

And her failure was quite amusing.

The Twins took great delight in exploiting her problems.

As did she.

As did I.

I watched, rapt.

Eventually, the inevitable happened and your mother tipped over and fell on her side to lie on the grass at the feet of the Twins.

She hit the ground hard and her breath was expelled in a loud hooting.

Juli and Jodi laughed.

A musical trilling.

That stiffened me a bit more.

I decided to join them.

They all three watched my approach, my stiff cock swaying with each step.

The Twins, their eyes alight, crawled toward me across the grass. A matched pair of felines, stalking.

Or submitting.

I couldn't tell which.

I didn't really care which.

They met me about six meters from where your mother lay on her side and rubbed against my knees, purring.

Their white, white skin shimmered in the moonlight and I got a good look at their matching tattoos.

Green holly strands traced the upper edges of their buttocks and draped down, framing their cheeks.

The lentate petals of the flowers set off the red berry clusters with their whiteness.

And in the shallow hollows on the sides of their glutes were small black dog paw prints.

Very artistically done.

Realistic, with shading and shadow.

Hours spent beneath the needle of a genius artist paid off.

Imagining the sessions pumped more blood into my stiff cock.

I hadn't thought about tattoos much, but these beauties, inked into the fine porcelain skin of this pair of beautiful asses made me consider getting you inked.

I'll have to bring it up.

Soon.

Juli wastes no time.

She sits on her heels and waddles on her knees across the grass until my foot is trapped between her thighs.

She rubs her dripping cunt against the top of my foot.

I settle back on my heel and curl my toes up, providing a projection for her to scrub with her asshole and pussy.

Jodi quickly imitates her more aggressive sister and, rocked back on both heels, I must grip their white hair tightly to maintain my balance.

I am thrilled as they both their tongues along my cock, snaking, swirling, often entwining.

Occasionally, one or the other will pop my head between their lips.

To my great delight, they do a French kiss sort of thing, with my hardon between them, lips gliding along my shaft, tongues swirling around and along my dick. They look up at me, watching me with their fiery, ice-blue eyes glistening with moist excitement.

I like this.

I bend my knees, forcing the Twins to lean back, pressing their asses down onto my toes and dragging their cunts up my ankles.

They laugh and throw their arms back to balance on their hands.

Their backs arch deliciously, their small tits stretched almost flat over their well-developed pecs.

I lean down, put my hands on the ground and lower myself over the pale Twins until my knees are beside their heads with my shins pinning their shoulders to the ground.

This has pulled me from their mouths, but they both eagerly turn to lick me as best they can.

Their knees are fully flexed and they lift their pussies high, crammed against my shins.

They lift, wraggle and pump - taking full advantage of this contact.

Yes. This is good.

Very good.

I look to where your mother still lies tethered to the bucket - which has spilled onto the grass.

Her fall jerked on her breasts and folded her sharply, so that her nipples nearly touch her clit.

She has relaxed a little, straightened a bit as she is no longer weighed down by the near empty bucket.

But her devalued sense of self has not allowed her to completely unfurl.

I smile.

And rise up from the lovely Hofster sisters and crawl over to her.

She watches me, fear and pain painting her face.

Her dull eyes show her to be exhausted by terror.

The terror has gone.

All that remains is the just fear that her desires will be fulfilled here in our backyard.

At long last.

Her fear and her hope are identical.

I have come to enjoy that.

I remain perplexed, but I enjoy that.

I sense the Twins following, crawling in my wake.

I look over my shoulder and there they are, crawling in unison, one on each side of me, a meter or so behind.

I like the way their white bangs hang to their eyebrows.

I like the way their hair drapes, framing their faces, hanging on both sides of their heads.

I like the way their small tits sway between their powerful arms as they prowl.

I like the way their white skin glows in the moonlight.

I like... Them.

I turn back to see your mother lying curled on the grass.

"Juli, I need two tent stakes. They're in that box beside the back door."

"Sure, thing. Jodi, fetch."

Jodi hops up and moves quickly.

I holler after her, "You might have to dig a bit."

I watch her, skin glowing in the moonlight.

Her muscles moving beneath, so lithe, so graceful.

Beautiful.

Juli moves behind me and nestles against my back.

I snuggle into her as a backrest.

We watch her sister squat beside the box and rummage.

Your mother watches me, wondering, hoping, fearing.

Juli rubs her cheek against my head and quietly breathes into my ear.

Jodi lifts a large latex strap-on out of the box and looks back at us over her shoulder, questioning.

"Sure, bring it, too," I shout to her.

Juli licks my ear and reaches around to put her hand on my cock, still coated with their saliva.

I turn to kiss her and she gives my shaft a squeeze.

"This, too?" Jodi asks, holding a large plush bathtowel.

"Sure. Bring anything you find," I laugh and turn back to Juli's lips.

She strokes my dick slowly, her grip pulsing as she moves along it.

Jodi returns and drops a small pile beside us.

The towel, strap-on and stakes.

Plus two hanks of paracord, a coil of rice rope, a crop, and a tawse.

She holds up a quart jar of brownish cream and asks, "What's this?"

"Oh... uh... that's my special sauce. 'Excitation'."

"What's it for?"

With a short stnorting laugh I answer, "Satisfaction."

She looks at me quizically, lightly frustrated.

"I'll show you later."

I turn to the task at hand.

I move to release the tethers to the bucket you and Betty had set on your mother.

Juli and Jodi roll her onto her back and stretch her arms to the side.

I sit on her chest smashing her tits; She struggles to breathe.

I like the desperate sounds that struggle to escape from her compressed lungs.

The Twins pull her arms tight and straddle them, hovering their cunts over her hands.

Looking into each other's eyes, they circle your mother's fingers with them and pinch together into cones.

They settle their tight, clean-shaven cunt mounds onto those cones.

She, unable to resist - not wanting to resist - fondles the sisters.

Her fingers glisten in the same moonlight that makes their porcelain skin glow so beautifully.

They lean together and kiss, arms wrapping around shoulders.

I set to work on your mother.

I shove a tent stake on each side of her neck. Close. Rubbing against her neck as I push them into the ground.

She watches me terrified by what she sees in my eyes.

Yes.

I do like that.

As does she.

I see her lust rising through the fear.

Yes.

I take up a three meter long strand of paracord and, centering it on her throat, lead a bight on each side through the hooks on the stakes cradling her neck.

Pulling each end snug I lay the ends across her throat and do the same again, being sure to snug the cords against those just laid.

I repeat this several times until there are six strands laid over her throat and roughly push fingers under the cords, which choke her breifly.

Her eyes spark at me - and tear.

I work the ends of cords under the laid strands several times to wrap them together and tie a neat bow under her chin.

This collar pins her to the ground by her throat.

Pressing on the Twins' shoulders for leverage, I rise and move down to your mother's legs.

This forces their pussy lips to spread and swallow your mother's fingers.

They wriggle and rock onto her unintended invasion.

I wrap her thighs tight together and do the same for her ankles.

I watch as Juli reaches down and, smiling at me, forces two fingers into the supine woman's pussy.

She begins to rock more vigourously on the fingers working in her own cunt.

Jodi is inspired and adds two fingers to her sister's.

They don't pump, but, working on opposite sides, pull her pussy open, exposing the blood-suffused pink interior which sparkles with her juices.

The Twins each, with their free hands, begin to maul your mother's tits, digging fingers deep into the dense softness, pinching the ringed nipples and yanking exhuberantly on the chain yoke.

She writhes in joyous pain and her shrieks, now free of the compression of my ass on her chest, rip through the night beneath the stars.

I notice that our activities have gathered an audience.

We are ringed by our guests.

You come and sit behind me, spreading your legs and snugging your pussy against my ass.

I lean back to recognize you and turn to kiss.

You reach around me, spread one hand over my chest, the other, you rest on my crotch.

I lick your lips, you open to me and we tongue-tangle.

You slowly and gently stroke my cock.

"Fuck her, Dad."

Your eyes twinkle.

I nod and turn to do just that.

I turn just in time to see the Twins pull her up by her cunt and fold her over so that her knees hover over her face.

Her beautiful ass is high in that pose and I focus on her brown sphincter.

You clutch my cock and lift - well...

I rise to my knees, you release me and I shuffle so that my thighs support her back.

I bend over to cover her and aim my dick to her rear entry.

I circle my head around her asshole and I feel her attempt to relax and welcome me in.

She succeeds in her attempt and allows my slow assault.

I move like molasses into her, in one stroke.

I feel her muscule rings forced deeper into her as my shaft drags them relentlessly in.

Her wet satin-covered colon feels like blazing hot pudding, her rings pulse around me stretching my skin away from my head.

I feel her every shudder, her every surrender.

Fully in, my balls lay on her tail.

She rocks gently back and forth, unsatiated.

Wanting more.

I like this.

A lot.

The Twins blossom in delight as I speed up and get up to pounding hard.

Her knees knock against her face.

Once I notice that, I go harder.

I feel her joyful pulses at being punched.

I do not understand, but I know she wants more.

More than I am willing to give, but I'm working on that.

I jab and jab and jab as hard as I can, letting my weight carry me in fast and deep.

I feel your hands on my ass, stroking, riding and encouraging.

Juli reaches in and finds the chain linking tits and clit.

She pulls it and loops the chain through the rings through her nipples.

She pulls it so tight that her tits are stretched nearly enough to contact her stretched clit sheath and ties it off.

No movement is possible without pain.

So, of course, your mother bounces more fiercely against me.

The sisters nip, bite, rub, spank, and slap the back and sides of her tortured tits.

They are enthusiastic.

Your mother's howls of pain bring joy.

I feel a soft hand on my back and look back to see Betty, who has donned the long fat strap-on that Jodi brought back from the box.

"Out of the way, Roger," she laughs.

I move and sit beside you to watch her plunge into your mother's ass.

The strap-on is twice as wide as my dick and a little longer.

And Betty is more enthusiastic than I had been, recalling the begging, simpering slut who had abandoned us.

And Betty can be VERY enthusiastic.

I begin to worry that your mother's nipples and clit will be ripped away.

I'm not sure that would not please her.

More importantly, however, it would not please me.

So I crawl over the grass to unclip the chain from her tits and let it hang, bouncing and smashing her tits, driven by the hefty woman's ferocity.

Fascinated by the circling dance of Betty's massive mammaries, Juli reaches, curiously, to feel how these extrodinary masses feel.

She likes it, apparantely and she is joined by Jodi.

They get more and more agressive, eventually digging so deep into her massive udders that they are controlling the older woman.

She accedes willingly, eagerly, as they pull her towards them by her tits.

My massive strap-on is dragged out of your mother's ass and bounces against her face.

The Twins aim that monster into her mouth and Betty straddles her head and fucks her mouth with a vengence.

Her throat?

She is ravished brutally.

Juli and Jodi hold Betty's bouncing tits, dig in and feed on her huge nipples, suckling as her ass smothers your mother's chin.

You snake up next to me and lay your head on my thigh

The others encircle the group and watch the show, rapt.

Saisha snuggles against my side and combs your hair with her fingers, draping it over my thighs.

I wrap my arm around her and toy with her tiny tits, pinching and mauling.

She lays her head against my chest and purrs.

Clutching a handful of your hair at the crown, she pulls your head up and turns your face down to my lap.

She rubs your face against the head of my rampant cock then drives me hard between your welcoming lips.

Her suddeness catches you unaware and you gag when she smashes my stiffness against the back of your mouth.

She pulls you off, nearly, then repeats. She becomes a calmly raging demon, slamming you onto me viciously.

Yet, somehow, lovingly, tenderly.

A mix I do not understand.

A mix I take great delight in.

You make the noises of delight as well, your tongue and lips active in welcoming the brutal assault.

It does not take long for me to fire into you.

Saisha feels that and stops slamming you onto me and returns to gently stroking your hair.

Your tongue wraps and slithers around my softening cock.

I relax and slump as I come out of the dull blazing fog of my climax.

I feel so good.

I realize I have been crushing Saisha's teacups so long and hard that my hand is cramped.

Her hand covers mine, rubbing and massaging it in gratitude.

She turns her face up, demanding a kiss.

I lean and kiss her

Long and deep.

Juli and Jodi have taken to sucking on Betty's strap-on, taking turns taking it deep. They alternate their plunging with kissing each other.

Their hands are active, caressing each other.

Betty uses their hair as handles, insistently guiding their oral endeavors.

That little woman is a powerful commander.

Chet and Riley, have been standing in the circle observing the festivities, cocks in hand.

They see that your mother is abandoned by Betty and the cheerleaders.

Chet says, "Let's go," and starts off towards her.

Riley abandons his cock and hurries to follow.

"Whatcha thinkin', bro?"

"Come on, grab her tit."

Chet has dug his fingers into one of your mother's mounds and Riley follows suit.

Together, they drag her over the grass by her tits and lift her to her feet beside the table.

"Up, bitch."

Chet pulls up on her tit and with Riley's help lifts her off her feet.

They toss her back to flop onto the table with resounding thud.

That attracts the attention of the professor who saunters over, his cock swaying widely with each step.

Chet reclips the y-chain securing nipple-to-clit-to-nipple.

He and Riley jerk the chain bringing fresh screams of her agony of pleasure.

My cock twitches, even in its totally limp dangle.

You notice and go to your knees beside me.

Knowing your intent, I bunch your hair and hold you so you face your mother on the table.

"Watch, Sweet."

You look up at me and smile.

I notice you tuck your hands between your thighs and enter your core.

I smile back.

I like that.

Very much.

We watch each other as your pleasure rises.

Your mother forgotten.

The others, forgotten.

I stiffen.

We watch each other.

You flush.

You come.

We watch each other.

You take me in your hand.

I take your hand and remove it.

Hold it by my side.

I return to watching the table.

The professor has dragged your mother's head off the end of the table, he still holds her hair in his fist.

His cock is jammed into her mouth. Is jamming into her mouth.

He is lost in his self-indulgence.

Your mother is not in his mind at all.

He is staring into the sky, above the moon.

He does not see the stars.

He is lost.

He is jamming into her mouth.

Or someone's mouth.

Or cunt. Or ass. Or wound.

He is jamming into her mouth.

He is lost.

Chet has rolled her onto her side.

He and Riley kneel on the benches and are fucking her together, both ramming into her in the same rhythm. Riley into her cunt, Chet into her ass.

Their coordinated assault is brutal.

She is also irrelevant to THEIR passion.

Chet hold's Riley's head in both hands.

They kiss.

Long and hard.

Gail has climbed up to sit on her twisted waist and slaps your mother's tits.

Enthusiastically.

She clutches her firm softness, her nails digging into her flesh, drawing blood.

Not gushes, just the small trickle betraying shallow penetration.

She releases her grip and pinches the nipple of her upper tit which jutters under the triple pounding.

Her powerful arms are put to her purpose.

She jerks and tugs, delighted.

She looks up, sees us watching.

She smiles and releases your mother's breasts.

Still watching us, she takes up the chain and pulls it tight, stretching her tits obscenely and the screams torn from the ringed clit can barely be heard around the professor's cock.

His pounding punctuates your mother's outcry.

Constant repetition of "e e e e..." in shrill Morse code.

You take my cock into your mouth, your tongue swirls and dances.

I smooth your hair with my palms, stroking your perfect skull through your honeyed silk.

Your hands graze over my ass and thighs.

I stand, awash in the pleasure you bring.

I like this.

I love you.

Sweet, I love you.

I spread my legs to give you more access.

You curl your fingers to graze and toy with my asshole.

I tuck my hips, tightening my cheeks on your fingers and lifting my cock against the roof of your mouth.

You tantalize my head on your soft palette.

As I watch, Charles steps up and puts his hands on the professor's shoulders.

The professor halts his thrusting deep in your mother's mouth.

Charles glides his hands down the professor's sides to grip his hips.

He bends his knees slightly and scrubs his rampant cock between the professor's ass cheeks.

The prof turns his head to Charles and smiles.

He spreads his legs, wraggles his ass until he finds his target and lowers himself slightly.

Between the two of them, working in concert, Charles enters the professor.

The quiet of the two of them marks an interesting distinction against the furious abuse your mother is enjoying under the assault of the other three.

Charles very slowly draws out and very slowly presses into the man whose cock rests in her mouth.

At the end of his deep stroke, his movement forces the professor's cock to move a little deeper into her mouth.

On the equally slow withdrawal, her mouth is relieved a little.

She gasps loudly.

I am fascinated by the contrasts.

I try to imagine the sensations your mother is feeling.

I fail in the attempt and return my attention to feeling my own sensations.

Your fingers tickle and open my asshole, tracing the corrugations around the rim.

I flex a little deeper into your mouth.

You withdraw a bit to accommodate me. And to maintain your own control.

Ahhhhhhh.

The professor stiffens, his back arched against Charles' chest, obviously shooting into your mother.

Her throat pulses with swallowing.

As he relaxes, Charles rolls him aside and replaces him in your mother's mouth.

His pace increases as his cock, fresh from the professor's ass assails her mouth.

His balls bounce on her sweating forehead, her chin is battered by his pubic bone.

He comes quickly, pulling out and jetting over her tits and throat.

Gail has moved onto her hands and knees, bridging your mother.

Athwart the table, she is spitted now by Riley, moving rapidly in her mouth and Chet, pounding into her cunt.

Still in rhythm, these boys have obviously teamed up off the field as well.

And often.

Riley's fingers dig hard into her underarms and jam her onto his rod each time he thrusts forward.

Chet mirrors him, gripping her hips and slamming against her ass hard each time he crams into her pussy.

They both enter roughly, eagerly, forcing Gail's back to arch up as they plunge simultaneously into her muscular body.

As they withdraw in tandem she stretches to maintain their penetration.

The trio is working in concert to wring the maximum out of their mutual endeavor.

Both boys stiffen, Gail's hands grab Riley's ass and hold him deep in her throat as he manages yet another come, followed instantly by Chet.

These athletes have endurance and rapid recovery, but now they are spent.

They both fold onto Gail who collapses under their combined weight and together, they pile onto your mother.

Panting, sweaty and satiated.

I urge you to rise and you release my cock.

You follow me over to untangle the pulsing and tangled quartet on the table.

Your mother follows, unsteady, unresisting, as I pull her by her wrist to stand facing the tree.

I shove her against the trunk and without preamble shove my cock, wet and slippery with your saliva into her ass with one, swift thrust.

Sheathed in her, I scub her against the rough bark.

You stand behind me, your hands wandering over my back, feeling my muscles through my skin.

I turn to you, "Get the bag."

You go to where your mother had been staked to the ground and return with the bag Jodi retrieved from the box.

"Get that big hank out."

You pull one out.

"Loosen it."

You unwind the binding and hand me the coiled rope.

Cramming into her hard, pinning her to the trunk, I roughly - and tightly - bind her wrists together.

I throw the hank over the big horizontal branch reaching into the yard and, taking hold of the rope where it hangs, I pull your mother up by her wrists lifting her so she hangs, hoofed feet well off the ground.

"Betty, prof, pull a couple stakes and each take some of the red rope."

They move to follow my instructions.

"Oh, and each of you grab one of those black rubber loops."

They do.

And then come to join me.

"OK, put the stakes there and there.

"Betty, over there. Yeah. Uh... little further.

"Perfect.

"Shove it in the ground."

She puts her weight behind it and the stake snugs right into the lawn.

"And prof, the same over there.

"Yeah, right there."

He does.

"Perfect."

They both smile at my praise.

"Now, take one end of the rope and tie it just below her knees."

Your mother spreads her legs, holding them wide in accommodation.

The two are quite handy with knots.

She ties a tight bowline, he a timber hitch.

Sort of surprised at the professor, hidden depths I suppose.

"OK, good. Loop the rubber around the stakes.

"Be sure to catch it in the hook.

"Yeah, snug 'em up good and... make sure they catch.

She tests the loop with a few short tugs.

"OK, now loop your rope through the band and pull it back this way."

They do and your mother's knees are drawn well apart.

"Keep pulling. Keep it..."

The both lay into their task with determination. And your mother's thighs, the rope and the bands make straight lines to the stakes.

"Great. Tie them off to her ankles. Keep it tight prof. Yes. Just like that."

I stand and look at her, her thighs shivering with the strain. The bands are very strong - used for concrete pipe forms. They pull wickedly - yet allow some movement.

She seeks a comfortable position.

There is none.

Nothing but strain.

"Betty? Cunt or ass?"

"Oh, you know me. I'm shovin' this fat boy up that tight bitch's ass."

I laugh.

Betty, you and the ballers join me.

Betty steps behind your mother and sets the head of her massive cock at the rear entrance.

Having history with her, knowing what a challenge she represented then - and has renewed now - the heavy woman rams into her, slamming her against the rough bark of the tree, stretching her thighs and splitting her crotch with that monster.

Gail gasps.

Chet goes, "Sheet."

Riley coughs, then laughs.

Your mother exhales against the trunk of the tree, breath driven out through her open throat.

You stand beside me and wrap one arm between my thighs, rubbing your forearm against my balls.

Betty rams into your mother's ass again.

Draws out.

Rams in again.

Out.

In again.

She keeps it up, battering your mother against the tree.

She presses her hands against her shoulders, mashing tits and face against the bark.

Speeds up the fucking.

Too short to lodge the huge strap-on all the way in, due to your mother's longer legs, Betty makes up for depth by ferocious action. Thrusting, twisting. swaying.

And, always vicious speed.

The professor steadies Betty's hips, slowing her down.

He bends his knees and lines his stiff prick up with her asshole.

She turns her head and smiles at him, holding still in invitation.

He obliges and starts pumping into her, driving her into your mother to bash her against the tree.

I watch, delighted, stroking my soft, spent cock.

You notice and scuttle over to suck my dick into your mouth.

I'm not getting hard, but it feels so good.

Chet kneels behind you and gently begins to fuck your pussy.

You like that and accommodate him.

Man, that boy just won't stay soft.

And neither will his teammate.

As soon as Chet shoots into you, Riley takes his place.

You pass your pleasure along to me with your mouth - lips and tongue.

I withdraw from your mouth, to be replaced by Charles.

Saisha kneels behind you and laps all the cream from your pussy into her sucking mouth.

I like to see that.

The three of you make a beautiful living sculpture of loosed lust.

I roll the grill over to where your mother hangs from the tree.

I move Betty and the prof out of the way and set it under her, heating the insides of her thighs and cunt.

The coals are cooling, but still quite warm and the metal of the bowl as still hot to the touch.

The heat rises to lap at her stretched pussy.

She will get burned if she touches the rim, but there is no way for her to do that.

Still, it is hot enough.

I leave her and go in to piss.

Betty's beat me to it and is using the toilet.

I use the urinal I insisted on installing long ago.

As my stream echoes off the tile, she comes up behind me, mashing her tits into my back. She reaches round to cradle and guide my cock.

I put my hands against the wall.

"I miss the things we used to do. You and D. And Jim."

"Yes. We had good times. Until..."

"Yes.... Tonight was marvelous."

"Indeed."

"Again?"

"That would be good. At your place?"

"Any time you can make it out."

"Yeah."

My stream ends and she tugs a couple times, milking me.

I like that.

I turn, she takes me in her mouth and laps up any hanging drops.

We retire to the kitchen where we watch from the window.

Your mother has slumped completely. Stretched immobile, her calves dangling loose.

You notice us through the window and come in to join us.

The sunrise is lightening and drives the moon down in the West.

Everyone is winding down.

Kissing and hugging, gathering clothes and leaving out the gate.

Saisha helps the professor pack up and strokes his cock in goodbye.

Charles joins her and they stand watching the last of the guests depart.

They kiss and hug in the way they do - he bends down, wraps his long arms around her and, straightening, lifts her off her feet.

She scrubs her cunt mound against his cock, lifts her legs and wraps them around his hips.

You and Betty watch with me, one standing on each side.

I stroke your sides and you each have an arm around my waist.

This is so lovely.

Charles lowers Saisha to her feet. She gathers up the grilling tools and goes to your mother where she hangs.

She kisses her.

She paints her tits with the basting brush, red with sauce.

She grabs a tit with the tongs and squeezes.

Hard.

We can't hear your mother's screams through the glass.

Saisha twists the tongs which scour around the tender mound, causing her victim to convulse in the pain she craves so dearly.

Charles paints her cunt mound with the sauce then twirls the brush into her pussy.

He jacks and twists it, pushing deep.

Saisha takes up the fork and strokes the tines over your mother's breasts, tracing patterns in the clinging sauce.

Charles takes up the spatula and begins spanking her cunt, knocking the brush handle which protrudes from her ravished slit.

Saisha rakes the bottom of her tit with the twin tines of the fork, then lifts it on those two points.

Your mother's chest is heaving, her entire body pulsing and writhing under their assault.

Suddenly, she throws her head back, stiffens and this scream does make it through the glass.

Saisha has shoved the fork up to pierce your mother's tit-flesh.

Blood curdling is the word that comes to mind.

Both you and Betty gasp and squeeze me tight.

Almost painfully tight.

Charles brings the spatula down fiercely several times on you mother's belly, the arc of his blow hitting the handle of the fork, jerking the tines buried in her tit.

Our neighbors turn and depart.

Your mother collapses, head hanging.

Sobs wracking her shivering body.

The fork dangles from her tit.

Saisha has driven it deep into her flesh, which clings to its impaling tines.