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THE SUBJECTION OF MOM AND SIS

By RB Thibo

© 2001

 

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********NOTICE*******

Please be warned. The following story contains severe bondage, tortureand sexual assault. It is purely fiction and strictly for fantasy purposes.Any resemblance to any actual people or situations is completely coincidental.Since the activities described are non-consensual they should NOT, in myopinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as faras I'm concerned, immoral.

However, some people, including me, enjoy fantasizing about such things.So I present this story as a artistic release of one of my many fantasiesthat roam through my mind.

It has depictions of sever sexual torture that would not work it thereal world. Nor should anyone try the tortures depicted in this story inthe real world.

This is only fantasy treat it as such.

If you have any problems separating reality from fantasy then do notread this story or any other story I write in this literary style. If youdo enjoy this story of fantasy and would like to see other stories post ane-mail to [email protected]

R.B. Thibo

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I have posted to the BDSM Library before butdo to the reviews that I've gotten I had stopped posting my stories. I figuredthat I did not have the required skills to post stories to the BDSM Libraryweb site. However a last month I got an encouragement e-mail feed back froma reader of one of my stories on BDSM Library. In part she said.

?I see you were put off submitting stories by adverse comments. Don'tbe. ............Those people are just clever enough to moan about other people'sefforts but too stupid to do as well or better.?

Also another web site (DominationWeb.com ) seems interested in mystories and has invited me to post there. So after some deliberation I havedecided to try posting another story to the BDSM Library web site.

I am not a professional writer. American English is my native tongue.I was never very good in English class in school. I know that a lot of mygrammar and syntax is not correct and the spelling may be off somewhat. Pleaseaccept the story as is.

I welcome any comments regarding your enjoyment, suggested improvementsor notice of serious discrepancies at [email protected] .

 

Enjoy reading, RB Thibo

Story Codes: M+/f+, nc, underage teen, incest, severe bondage, extreme torture,scat, humiliation

Synopsis: Three outcast teenage boys spend a lot of theretime wanking off to the fantasies of bondage videos. That is until one weekendwhen they lose all interest in the video fantasies?

The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter One

Roger was up in his room watching a bondage video with his two best friends(not to mention only friends). Ron Davis and Rick Adams. All three boys wereseventeen-years-old. Roger was slightly older of the three by few months andRick was a dozen days younger Ron. All three of them were the local school'soutcasts. The two friends were slightly portly and had bad cases of acme spreadingacross their homely faces like wild fire. Roger didn't have the acme problemsthat his two friends did but he was still a very homely looking. Looking likea cross-between a Cro-Magnon man and the dog face-boy Also unlike his two friendsRoger was thin but well muscled from working out with weights all the time.He was the taller of the three. Standing slightly over six-feet three inches.Ron was an even six-feet and Rick was five ten. The three of them were fairlyintelligent but did poorly in school. Mainly do to the fact they didn't givea flying fuck if they did flunk out. After all the three of them were offspringof very wealthy parents so they didn't need no fucking education. Maybe ifthey weren't so homely looking they would have had other friends. Maybe evena girl or two. Even if they could have gotten a girl their bizarre sexual preferencewould had frighten her away. So as it was they only had themselves and notbeing gay and with their passion for bondage and torture the only way to relivetheir blue balls was to jack-off to bondage videos. So that's what the threeteens were doing when Rick glance over at Roger and saw that his friend wasfisting a limp prick.

?Hey what's up Roger??

?This video ain't doing it for me.? Sighed Roger.

?Hey man this is one of my best vids.? Exclaimed Ron.

?I know man. It's a primo vid but it's nothing like the real stuff.? Rogerstated half-heartedly.

Sounding a little irk Ron remarked, ?Well we don't have any real stuff sojust enjoy the video.?

?Well alright I'll try but I still say the real stuff is a whole lot better.?

The three boys sat back and watched the video. Ron and Rick wanked away likecrazy. Roger continued to slowly rub the head of his soft pecker. It reallywasn't the video that was the cause of Roger's soft dick. It was really oneof the best videos in the three teens vast bondage video collection. And itusually made him as hard as a rock till his youthful baby seeds exploded fromhim. But he was right the real thing was much, much better then the video.Since mid Friday morning he had found out it to be true.

As the video ended Roger's two friends shot their wads for a third time. Thenas they normally did they started heading for the kitchen for some grub. Afterall wanking takes a lot out of growing boys. Both Ron and Rick had tucked theirspent tools back into their pants before starting off for the kitchen. Rogerleft his semi-erect cock hanging out as he exited his bedroom.

?Hey man your mom is going to blow a gasket if she see you walking aroundwith your dick out like that.? Rick cautioned his friend.

Ron added his concern, ?Yea. Your mom grounded you for a whole month the lasttime she saw you with your personal popgun out. You better put it back in yourpants and zip up.?

Roger uncaringly simply shrugged his shoulders and continued walking downthe hall making no effort in concealing his seed spiter.

His two friends shook their heads in bewilderment. Not only was Roger nottucking his cock back into his pants but the long dormant sex organ was nowstiffening after remaining limp through the savage bondage videotape.

As they approached the master bedroom Roger pushed the double doors open andin a proud and giddy voice said, ?Now tell me if that vid is better then thereal stuff.

Both Ron and Rick were getting extremely annoyed with Roger with his persistentreference to ?real stuff' As both boys turned towards their friend Ron growled, ?ListenRoger we're getting a little sick of this ?real stuff' business. So shut thefuck up abou??

Ron's words got caught in his throat as her looked into the master bedroom.There, just inside the master bedroom was a scene right out of the bondagevideo they had just jacked-off to.

A woman. A fully grown woman. A fully grown nude woman was in the center ofthe room. She wasn't standing. Instead she was suspended off the floor. Shewas hanging from two eye-blots that were affixed into the bedroom's ceilingsome six feet apart. She was not hanging by her neck. Instead two cords heldher suspended by her well-endowed breasts.

Two tents instantly popped up in two pair of pants as Roger's friends gawkedat the middle-aged nude woman dangling by her breasts.

?Th?tha?that's your mom!? stuttered Rick as he and Ron stared unbelievinglyat Mrs. Joan Paterson's breasts dangling nude form.

?Nope that's the real thing.? Snickered Roger as he pushed his two friendsinto the master bedroom.

As Ron and Rick were ushered into the bedroom by Roger the two teens soakedin Mrs. Paterson's dangling form.

The ropes that she was hanging from had been lassoed around the bases of her38? C-cup breasts. Her own 125lbs weight were causing the two lassos to clinchthe breasts tightly. This caused her breasts to balloon making them appearto be at less double D-cup instead of their normal C-cup size. Their colorwere a dark, dark purple. The normally soft malleable flesh was balled up sotight that the purple orbs of flesh were hard as two rocks. The skin stretchedso taunt that it shone. All around the two purple ballooned breasts were amultitude of nasty looking thin welt lines running every witch way. Not onlywere the ropes were pulling her breasts upward but do to the wide spacing ofthe eyebolts Joan's ballooned breasts to be pulled wide apart. After goingthrough the widely spaced eyebolt the two lines were joined together to a thirdline that ran to a hand crank wench mounted on the wall behind the danglingMrs. Peterson.

Though Mrs. Joan Peterson was hanging by her mammary glands instead of herneck she was still in danger of strangling herself. For around her neck weretwo leather belts. They had been looped very snugly around her neck. Joan'swrists had been forced behind her back and up between her shoulder blades ashigh up her back as they could be forced. Then the bitter-ends of the beltshad been independently tied to each of Joan's wrists trapping them there. Thisresulted in giving Joan a cruel choice. She could force herself to keep herwrists up high behind her back. Straining her muscles until they spasm in terriblepain. Or lower her wrists to ease her cramping pains which would tighten thebelts around her neck thus strangling herself. It was quite the dilemma forthe thirty-eight-year-old titty dangling woman.

Mrs. Peterson's legs had been bound so that they were folded in half thentwo more belts were used to practically fuse calves to thighs. Her knees weresecured to opposite ends of a four-foot wooden pole. That pole kept Mrs. Peterson'slegs spread wide leaving her bright red and swollen pussy gapping out of athick forest of carroty colored pubic hair.

Another belt was pulling her elbows together so that they touched. Danglingfrom the crook of her right elbow was a nylon floral designed, ankle lengthnightgown and a matching housecoat. Like her breasts Mrs. Peterson's entirebody was criss-cross with a myriad of thin lines. Ranging from very fine redlines to nasty looking purple welts. Some of which had a crust of dried bloodcovering them. Dangling between her knees was the instrument that created themarks that adorn her entire body and ballooned breasts. It was an ordinaryhousehold wire clothes hanger that had been straitened out, then doubled over.It was then twisted into a single strand. The modified wire clothes hangermade a very effective punishment device. Which the thirty-eight-year-old womanquickly and painfully learned the hard way. Mrs. Peterson was holding the punishmentdevice via a steel alligator clip that was tied to one end of the clothes hanger.The sharp pointy steel teeth of the alligator clip were digging into the verysensitive flesh of the breasts dangling woman's clitoris.

To Ron and Rick, Mrs. Joan Peterson was an extremely erotic sight to behold.Their cocks sprang to life forming tents in their pants.

Mrs. Joan Peterson was in pain. Unbelievable pain. It felt as if her balloonedbreasts were being ripped from her chest as she hung in midair by them. (Thoughshe discovered the hard way that would not happen. After all she had been hungtwice before by her breasts. And she had been hanging by her aching breastsfor over five hours during this latest breasts hanging section. Thought itfelt like they were being ripe off her chest they were still firmly rooted.)In addition to the ripping pain in her breasts her entire body was burningfrom the harsh wire clothes hanger lashing she had been subject to. Her throatwas raw from the many face-fucking and deep throating she had been subjectto. She still had the nasty taste of sour cum and acidic piss that coated hertaste buds. Also her pussy and shitter had been fucked raw. Over all Mrs. JoanPeterson was in a world of hurt.

When Mrs. Peterson heard Rick the suffering thirty-eight-year-old woman withbleary tear filled eyes peered through her ballooned upward and outward stretchedbreasts at the three teenagers standing just outside of her bedroom gawkingat her suspended tormented body.

As the three boys approached her Mrs. Peterson whimpered with quivering, crackling,hoarse voice, ?Please Roger let me down. Oh god please let me dow?AAARRRGGGEEE!!!? Themother of a seventeen-year-old son abruptly ended her pleading and let outa hellish scream when that very same son yank the wire clothes hanger off hertender clitoris. Speckles of blood sprouted up all over her clitoris wherethe alligator clip's sharp steel teeth were racked over the small penile sexorgan.

? Bitch no one said you could speak!? Roared Roger ashe swung the hanger back.

?AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAGGGEEEUUUGGGHHHHEEEE!!!!? Mrs. Peterson howled as herson started lashing her gapping vagina with the springy wire clothes hanger.Stars exploded inside Mrs. Peterson's head as the hanger tore into her sensitivecrouch especially when the hanger kissed her bleeding clitoris. For nearlyfive minutes her son blistered her sex with the springy wire clothes hanger.

?Now shut the fuck up bitch!? Roared Roger as he re-clipped the wire clotheshanger to his mother's swollen, purple, blood-dripping clit.

While watching Roger waylay into his mother's gapping twat, both Ron and Rickshucked their pants and shorts. The two male reproductive organs stood straitout fully engorged with blood. As Roger slashed his mother's gapping twat onelast time his two friends shot their loads of sperm towards the titty danglymother of two. Without even touching their rock hard swollen fuck rods. Thetwo teenage cocks remained as rigid as ever after the last of the sperm splatteredto the rugged bedroom floor.

?Wow that was fuck'n fantastic!? Exclaimed Ron excitedly.

?Yea! It sure the hell was!? Rick added with equal lustful excitement.

?Well is the real thing better then the vid?? Smirked Roger.

?You damn right it is!? Both boys excitedly agreed together. They both feltjism boiling up from their balls as they watched Roger's mother continue toswaying by her ballooned tits from the twat lashing.

?How did this fuck'n happen?? Ron asked.

?Ya what made you tie your mom up like that?? Rick added.

?Well I'll tell you guys. But first I think that you two should relive themblue balls.?

Both boys started to reach for their hard cocks.

?Whoa there guys. Hold on a minute.?

Both boys halted just before they got their hands on their stiff members andlooked quizzically at Roger.

?Rick I recall that you once said that you would love to sink your cock upa bitches ass. So why don't you stick that six-inch slab of meat up my mother'spoop-chute.?

Rick raced around behind the titty dangling thirty-eight-year-old woman. Withoutany preparations he slammed all six-inches of his blood engorge cock up theback door of his best friend's mother.

Joan Peterson threw her head back and let out a long pain filled gurgle asa seventeen-year-old's rigid prick roared up her already reamed out asshole.The racing cock tore open the old rips in the delicate lining of her rectumthat her son had created when his eight-inch cock had de-virginize her rearpassage. So Joan's own blood supplied the only lubrication for the sodomizingof her back passage by yet another evil horny teenager.

The mind blowing, agonizing strain on the roots of her ballooned breasts waseased minutely as Joan body was lifted slightly when her rectum was impaledby the six-inches of Rick's manhood. That relief as tiny as it was didn't lastlong as the cock that was impaling her ass was withdrawn. Once again the rootsof her ballooned breasts took up the entire weight of her body. To make mattersworse as the tight fitting cock was pulled out Joan's suspended body was pullingher downward slightly. Though it was only a slight downward pull it causedhorrible gut wrenching pain to exploded in her ensnared breasts. Just beforethe cock's bulbous head popped out of her ass Rick slammed all six-inches backup her tight back passage. Once again a teensy-weensy bit of pain was relivedas she was pushed back up as her bottom was refilled. Then it was back down.Up, down, up, down over and over again bounced the thirty-eight year old titty-danglingwoman as her shitter was reamed by a very enthusiastic seventeen-year-old.

Though Rick was enjoying the corn holing of his best friend's mother's poop-chuteimmensely the recipient of the ream job was suffering horribly. A constanthoarse, gurgling, howl of agony bubbled out of the tormented woman's mouth.

Drool was dribbling out of Ron's mouth and long strands of pre-cum were stretchingtowards the floor from his very hard cock. ?Roger?can I do your mom's cuntwhile Rick does her shitter??

Although Mrs. Peterson was nearly out of her mind with pain her befuddledmind did understand what had been asked of her own son by his other homelylooking friend. ?No?no?no?.? the thirty-eight-year-old mother of two blubberedlike a baby. ?Please Roger no. I'm so tender down there. Plea?AAAARRRGGGEEEAAAGGGEEE!!!!?

?Just a sec Ron.? Roger stated as he ripped the wire clothes hanger off hismother's clit once again. ?Mommy I told you to shut the fuck up!? Snapped Rogeras he quick waylaid the hanger across his mother's gapping cunt. Another dozenblood dripping welts rose up on the defenseless sex organ. ?There you go Ronreal pussy meat.?

Like his poop-chute packing friend before him Ron wasted no time in ramminghis six-inches of vibrant teenage fuck hanger to his balls up the tenderizedcunt dangling before him.

Joan experienced a whole new world of hurt when Ron's pubic bone slammed intohers. The welts that her own son had created surrounding her pussy felt asif they were being relaid every time the two pelvises slammed together.

Though from passed experiences Joan knew better to do so with all of her mightshe strained to free her wrists from the belts around her neck. The two beltssqueezed tighter and tighter the harder she strained. Do to her misfortuneand her son's cleverness the belts never tighten tight enough to actually strangleher to death. He had fixed a stop tab to the belts so that they stopped shortin strangling her. But they did squeeze her throat tight enough to make hersound as if she was in the last stages of emphysema as she strained to breathepass the throat restriction. It was an action she had not attempted since herson had first hoisted her up off the floor by her lassoed breasts. As withthose earlier attempts the thirty-eight-year-old woman quickly realized thatall her struggling did was to cause the two lassos around the bases of herbreasts to tighten up even more.

She even tried to free her legs from their calves to thighs position, whichmade her buck on two cocks that were pistoning in her lower two fuck holes

Though her logic mind told her to stop struggling her primal instinctive survivalmind told her to escape. Joan's survival mind won out over her logic mind asshe continue to try to free her herself. The muscles in her arms and legs budgeand strained as she tried in her vain attempt as she was doubled raped by herson's two homely friends.

A wide grin spread across Roger's face as he watched his booby dangling momgetting her shitter packed by Rick and her twat plough by Ron. He simply adoredthe way his mother was being buffeted back and forth between his two friendssupported only by her welted, purple, ballooned breasts and the two pistoningcocks in her bottom fuck holes. Never again would his mother rag on him. Sheno longer had any control over him. He was the one in control now. His momwas nothing but a fucktoy to be used and abused anyway he wanted solely forhis and his two friends sexual enjoyment. And from the look of things Rickand Ron loved his mother's new status.

Although Rick had started his corn holing several minutes before Ron's twathumping it was Ron who first blasted his sperm deep into the warm clingingpocket of the titty suspended woman's twat.

With a wet slurping pop Ron's spent fuck rod came out of the traumatize twatsuspended before him. He looked with fascination as gooey globs of his spunkoozed out of the just fucked twat to splat onto the plush rug below. The entirepussy was swollen, inflamed and throbbing. Numerous wicked looking welts criss-crossthe delicate tissue. However Ron did notice several splotches of unmarred pinkcolor flesh. Ron stepped back from the titty-dangling woman and turn towardsRoger.

?You missed some spots. May I??

Sure no problem Ron.? Roger stated as he handed over the wire clothes hanger.

?AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!!? Mrs. Peterson howled as the hanger slashedinto her jism-dripping vagina.

To Rick's delight and Joan's agony the titty suspended thirty-eight-year-oldwoman rectal muscles squeezed the cock racing up and down her rectum as thewire clothes hanger blazed across her fully exposed crotch.

By the time Rick had dumped his load deep inside of Joan's guts Ron's fuckrod was ready for another go around. He stop slashing the bloody twat and slammedhis cock all the way home into that moist jism soaked pocket.

Rick relived his friend of the wire clothes hanger. Every time the titty danglingthirty-eight-year-old woman was shoved backwards by a powerful thrust intoher pussy Rick would slash the hanger into the deep crevice between both meatyglobes of her ass. He aimed the hanger so that its tip would slam brutallyacross the jism dripping rosebud entrance of the rectum he had just fucked.

As Joan's asshole exploded in agonizing pain she involuntary jerked her pelvisforwarded causing more of her ravaged vagina to be filled. After the thirdsavage blow to her bleeding rectal sphincter shit mixed with sperm shot outof her ass and plopped to the rugged floor.

?That's nasty!? Chuckled Rick as he smacked the pulsating, bleeding rosetteeven harder with the wire clothes hanger.

This caused the booby dangling mother to thrust herself harder onto the teencock invading her vagina. Over and over and over the slashing of her assholeforced Joan to fuck herself on the pistoning cock within her.

When Ron exploded into the tight twat Rick slammed his cock deep into thewarm confines of the jism slick rectum. While his friend enjoy his corn holingRon used the hanger once again on the gapping twat.

Joan was going insane with unbelievable pain as her vagina was brutally slashedand her rectum was reamed. When her bowels received another load of sperm thetwo seventeen-year-olds swapped tasks. Ron would rape her pussy and Rick wouldmercilessly beat her asshole with the wire clothes hanger.

Ah youth, the two teens fucked and slashed their respective fuck holes severalmore times before their ram rods ran out of steam.

?Well is real stuff better then the vids?? Roger asked with a throaty chuckle.

?REAL STUFF FOREVER!? Gasped both exhausted teens together.

?Thought so.? Snickered Roger. With a chicken shit grin plastered across hisface Roger then asked his two buddies. ?Do you guy want another go around withmy mommy??

?I don't know about Rick but I'm all peter out.? Ron stated.

?Yea man I couldn't get it up for another fuck even if my life depended onit.? Ron remarked.

?Well maybe something a little later perhaps??

?Yea later!? Rick stated. Ron nodded in agreement.

Roger stepped up to his barely conscious mother who was still dangling fromthe ceiling by her ensnared ballooned boobies. With the hanger in his righthand Roger lightly stroked his mother's inflamed, swollen clitty .

Joan shuddered to the core in fear as her son ran the hanger across her sensitiveclitoris . She wanted to plead with her son for him not to whip her clitoriswith the wire clothes hanger. But as she had already painfully learned thatany speech from her would automatically result in a harsh lashing from thehanger. So Joan prayed to herself that her son would just reclip the wire clotheshanger to her painfully throbbing clitoris instead of beating it.

While still stroking his mother's clitty with the hanger Roger cupped hisleft hand under his mother's well thrashed and fucked shitter. He caught someof the copious amount of Rick's jism that was leaking out mommy's shitter inthe palm of his hands. When the hand was full he brought it up to his mother'sface.

?Open that gutter mouth mommy!? Roger Snapped.

Fearing the wire clothes hanger Mrs. Peterson did what her son told her todo. After opening her mouth wide her son dumped the hand full of shit speckledand blood smeared sperm into her gapping mouth. Without being told to Mrs.Peterson sucked down the shitty-bloddy tasting sperm to the last drop. Sheeven licked her son's sticky hand completely clean.

Ron and Rick trembled with excitement as they watched the dangling thirty-eight-year-oldwoman (no not woman?fucktoy)?the thirty-eight-year-old fucktoy lap up shitspeckled and blood streaked spunk. They could see the revulsion on her faceas she ate the foul jism. They knew that Mrs. Peterson would rather do anythingelse then to gobble down the shitty-bloody sperm but she continued to do soas if it was the best tasting thing in the world. The two teen's drooping cockstwitched with sexual excitement but the overworked ram rods remained flaccid.

When Roger's hand was licked clean Rick and Ron rushed back to the suspendedmother of two and started feeding her handfuls of shitty-bloody spunk. Thetwo teens even jammed their fingers roughly up Joan's abused rectum and scrapedout the shitty-bloody spunk residing within.

When no more of the shit speckled and blood streaked sperm could be excavatedfrom the titty suspended fucktoy's shitter the two teens swapped to the frontjism repository.

Joan swallowed it all. At less the sperm from her vagina didn't had a shittytaste to it. When the boys' fingers stopped scraping the insides if her brutalizedvaginal passage the tormented woman let out a deep sigh of relief.

Before Friday when her world turn topsy-turvy Joan had never swallowed ejaculate.Though she had perform fellations with her late husband they had always didit with a condom on. So Joan never had tasted ejaculate much less swallowedit. She didn't like the taste one bit. Not her son's, not Ron's and definitelynot Rick's that was speckled with bits of her own excrement. She could thinkof one other substance more distasteful then her own feces tainted ejaculateof Rick's. And that was the gag her son had specially had made up for her.

When the two boys finished scrapping out every last bit of sperm form thetitty dangling women lower fuck holes Roger came up with another activity histwo friends could do with his mother.

?Hey guys that was a mighty fine meal you fed my mom. But she always beena big fan of dessert so what do you say to letting my mom have that tasty candyon the floor beneath her.?

With amusement Roger watched both of his buddies scrambled for the turds thatshot out of his mother's shitter when Rick was waylaying it with the wire clotheshanger.

Roger burst into side splitting was he watched his mother gag as his friendsfed his mother her own shit. He loved the way his mom's flat stomach rolledand convulsed as the feces sloshed around within her.

Joan couldn't help it. She just couldn't keep the feces that was force fedher down. Her stomach rebelled the excrement she was force to eat and all ofthe ejaculate she had swallowed came spraying out. At shot out between herballooned upward stretched breasts in an arc to the rugged floor. As the arcingspray dribble out the vomit ran own her suspended torso to splatter beneathher dangling form.

Ron and Rick joined Roger in his caterwauling laughter.

Roger approached his titty suspended mother. Using the nail of the index fingerof his right hand he scraped up some of the vomit that was running down betweenthe upward stretched ballooned breasts.

Joan shuddered as her son's jagged fingernail left a red streak behind itfrom the center on her chest to her where her chin was resting at the top ofher chest. When her son stuck his finger into her mouth she instantly suckedthe vile vomit off of it.

?Tisk?tisk?tisk mommy that wasn't very nice of you. After all the troublethat Rick and Ron went through to feed you, you were rude to them by spittingthat yummy meal out.? Roger sneered as he pistoned his finger in and out ofhis mother's sucking mouth. Making sure that he stabbed his fingernail intothe back of her throat each time. ?Don't you think that you should apologizeto them for being so rude?? Roger ask as he pulled his finger out of his mother'smouth with a slurping pop.

?Rick, Ron I'm sorry for being so rude to you. Please forgive me.? SobbedMrs. Peterson.

?You bet your fucking ass your sorry bitch!? Snapped Ron.

?Ya!? Rick agreed. ?Real sorry.?

?Well I guess mommy needs a little lesson in dining etiquette?? Roger snidelyremarked as he pulled his belt off.

SMACK? SMACK? SMACK? SMACK? SMACK? SMACK?

Joan howled and howled as her son waylaid into her plump meaty globes of herrear with his belt. With each brutal impact Joan's torso swung forward by herlassoed breasts. And when her suspended body swung back her rump was treatedto another savage slash from the doubled up leather belt. Over and over andover her son beat her rear.

After five minuets Roger asked, ?Ron would you mind taking over for me??

?You bet I would!? Ron chirped excitedly as he rushed behind the titty swingfucktoy.

After Ron took over from him Roger laid down on his mother's bed to watchhis mother's ass lashing. ?Hey Rick why don't you stand in front of my mom.When she swings forwarded use the hanger on her twat.

Rick rushed to comply with his best friend's suggestion. With no regard toMrs. Peterson's well-being the two teenage guest savagely worked her over.One whipping her rump the other slashing her vagina. Each trying to outdo theother. As excruciating painful as the beatings were they were nowhere as mind-blowingagony that was exploding in the roots of her lassoed breasts. Though Joan wasscreaming at the top of her lungs only a hoarse gurgling sound escaped fromher as she was battered back and forth.

After about thirty minuets Roger halted the brutal beating of his mother. ?Wellmommy would you like to re-eat the scrumptious meal you gave back or shouldthe guys continue teaching you proper etiquette?? Roger asked his still tittyswaying mother.

Roger had to listen hard to hear his mother's croaking pathetic whimperingsobs. ?Eat?I'll eat whatever you want me to eat. Just please don't beat meany more?Please.?

?Alright then?? Roger stated as he got out of his mom's bed and walked overto the winch that was holding his mother suspended by her ballooned beasts.With a simple flick of the free fall lever Roger released the line that heldhis mother suspended by her ballooned breasts.

CLICK.

ZING.

THUD.

SPLAT.

??EAT!?

Mrs. Joan Peterson dropped to the floor. She landed with a hard thud on herknees. After teetering a bit she pitch forward. With a loud splat she landedupon her ballooned breasts in a pool of sperm and shit vomit. As if she hadn'thad any thing to eat or drink for over a week the thirty-eight-year-old motherof two begin to suck up the vile vomit and swallow it down.

The three seventeen-year-olds watched with delight as the thirty-eight-year-oldfucktoy shimmed across the rug upon her ballooned breasts in order to suckdown her recycled meal.

?That's it mommy eat your yummy meal. Eat it all down.? Giggled Roger as hedisconnected the hoisting rope from the winch.

After watching his mother suck up the last of the vomit Roger asked his twobuddies, ?Well now that mommy has eaten what do you say the getting somethingto eat ourselves??

?Ya, I'm famish!? Stated Rick.

?Sounds good to me.? Ron added.

THUD!

?Lets go mommy!? Snapped Roger after giving a swift kick to his mother's head.

With her wrist and ankles still tightly bound Joan had to wiggle and squirmupon her agonizingly painful ballooned breasts and tenderized crotch. Thoughit was extremely painful to do so but it was nowhere as excruciating as hangingby her breasts. Joan squirmed after her sadistic son and his two equally sadisticfriends. Out of her bedroom, down the hallway, to the top of the stairs. Thenpainfully down each step all the way to the bottom. Each step she squirmedover had her plopping down upon her aching ballooned breasts atop the nextstep. Once down on the main floor Joan shimmied after the trio upright freelywalking seventeen-year-old teens. From the main hallway through the livingroom, through the dining room and into the kitchen.

end of chapter 1