Chapter 7

Robert pinched the metal clamp open and pulled it off his mother’s inflamed clit. He felt no joy, but he refused to be denied by her. “I can’t fuck you when you’re flailing all over the place, Mom.”

“N-no. No, you c-can’t.” Joan whimpered, thankful for relief from that nightmare clamp.

“Are you going to resist me?”

“Please, I-I won’t, but not that. I can’t stop you. I’m begging, just begging you, to let me satisfy you any other way.”

Despite her incredible torture, Joan’s pride had managed to survive, however pitiful. Robert let go a breath of relief. Their mother would be useless if she became a mindless rag for their pleasure. His brother didn’t quite understand.

Tommy twisted the two clothespins on one of their mother’s nipples. “You stopped sucking me, Mommy.”

Joan yelped, but that once terrific pain paled, compared to her smashed clitoris. “I-I’m sorry, Tommy.” She turned her head back to her youngest son’s jutting cock and sucked it far into her throat. Her head bobbed dutifully.

“Damn, you suck good, Mom. You must really like it.”

“Nnngg-uhh.” His mother protested.

“That’s right, Tommy. Shut her up with your dick.” Robert grinned, satisfied he would finally achieve his goal. He lay down again, upon his mother’s beautiful figure and he started kissing her sharp pinned titties. He reached for his cock and fisted it between his mother’s hairy outer lips. The wetness was still there. In fact there might have been more of it. His cock head found the slight depression at the base of her slick slit. “I’m going to fuck you now, Momma.”

Their mother groaned, knowing utter defeat.

Robert punched his cock forward, passing her inner folds, and stuffing her wet cunt!

Joan felt her son’s thickness part her deep lips and fill the gap behind them. It was about as thick as her husband’s if not thicker. More tears flowed upon learning her son’s cock could fill her as ably. Her cunt was just wide enough to accomodate it.

Damn, Mom is tight! Robert ran his fingers down her back, as he slowly started moving in and out of her cunt. He bit one of the clothespins, opening it, and he pulled it away, freeing her dark nipple from its bite. He spat it over the side of the bed. She grunted from pain’s release, against Tommy’s mouth fucking prick. Robert felt his mother’s cunt clench his rutting prick reflexively. “I bet you like this more than sucking, Mom.” He ground his pecker deep and pulled it out halfway.

The little flame in Joan’s mature loins flared slightly at her nipple’s release and the thick cock probing her pussy. Her son was fucking her, slowly, confidently. He had all the time in the world to plunder the place that was suppose to be for his father. Shame’s blush reddened from her belly to her temples.

Tommy rocked his hips, driving his prick in and out of his mom’s sucking mouth. He watched, with awe and some jealousy, his older brother take that first fuck from Mother’s adult cunt.

Robert reached around his mother’s back, humping his hard prick faster. His balls slapped louder. He worked himself deeper, suddenly wishing she could wrap her legs around his driving buttocks. His mouth bit and dragged the top clothespin off his mother’s other tit. She groaned from its release.

Tommy felt his mother’s relief. His cock lurched from the pleasure of it. The holding place, between his balls and his prick, tightened as sperm filled it.

The second time his mother’s cunt clenched his pumping piston, Robert drove his cock deep into her tight fitting recess. He fucked her harder.

Joan’s flame grew from her son’s snug rutting. More fluid seeped into her cunt to ease the thick intruder’s ravaging. Her mouth worked on Tommy’s prick with all her experience rediscovered. She felt him lurch between her jaws. Soon he would fill her stomach with rich cream. Her body warmed to the boy pricks taking pleasure from her, the shame of it never lessening. She sobbed, muffled, while one continued to drive his cock into her dripping cunt and the other into her sucking mouth.

Robert was nearly bursting. He barely held back the flood waiting in his loins. He fucked Mom savagely, wanting to impress her with his manliness.

Joan felt two hot passions boiling.

“Jeez!” Tommy cried. “I’m going to come! I’m going to fucking come! Oh, it’s better than last time! It feels so good! It feels so- JEEZ! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu- Fahhhh!” He came with a wild abandon.

Joan sucked down each blast of hot cum. She heard herself grunting excitedly when her youngest’s first spurts shot deep into her throat. Here was pleasure she could not deny, but she continued to resist. Let this be the end, at least for now she thought, as the flickering flame inside her tickled her erotic needs. It fed on Tommy’s flowing cum. Its warmth issued light into her flesh, causing her to tremble in that way she sometimes achieved stronger with her husband. Her body responded naturally. It wasn’t possible, she told herself, but the flame proved her wrong. Her cunt curled slightly from the tiniest orgasm. The active pain in her pinned tits eased, despite Robert’s body slamming against hers.

Robert heard his brother cry out. He encouraged him, “Give it all to the bitch, Tommy. She wants it!” Robert asked, “Don’t you, Mom?” The only sound from her was gulping. His brother’s balls must be flooding her face.

The cunt surrounding Robert’s pounding cock wrenched. Had Mother cum? The possibility kicked his effort into overdrive. The older son pounded her crotch with his. “You’re going to get it from both of us, Slut!” He called. Her cunt flexed again, along his stabbing prick. Something about that tiny feeling broke the dam inside his loins. He cried out, “OHHH, GOOODD-D-D-D DAMN!” He threw his cock deep into his mother’s cunt, just before it exploded with gouts of boiling cum. “I’m fucking cumming into your slut cunt, Momma!”

At last, it was done, and she with it. Joan suffered with inward wails. Her two boys had expended their lust and thick, burning semen in her pain wracked flesh. Only half a day earlier, they had done it for the first time. Though partially relieved, her mouth and cunt continued to draw her son’s prick juice deep into her body. She couldn’t help herself. She struggled to believe, she had no choice. Robert’s cum filled her and spilled out around his tight fitting, plug of a cock.

Robert’s orgasm paused his fucking after dumping three initial clumps up Mother’s wet hole. He resumed immediately, still shooting spunk while he prolonged the tight sensation of fucking Mother’s cunt. He swore he never had cum so hard nor so much. His orgasm lasted well after his balls had drained themselves inside the orifice that had born him into the world. He groaned and bucked until the last of his hot seed spurted into her body. Then he fell across her tummy and pinned titties. “I fucked you, Mom.”

Joan felt two final tremors from the flickering flame burning her belly. She couldn’t resist those. They were the only good things to happen.

Tommy was amazed when his mother’s mouth kept sucking on his satisfied prick, long after it stopped shooting wads of cum behind her teeth. If she kept it up, he might be ready for another go, faster than normal. Next time, he wasn’t going to use her mouth.

Not tired, but drained, Joan’s two sons pulled out of her mouth and cunt. They found spaces beside her arm and between her legs to sit on and pant. She sighed, resigned to her bonds, flush from shame, the pain of two pins remaining clamped to her nipples, and lingering motes of pleasure.

“You were great, Mom!” Tommy said before worrying it sounded weak. He looked to his brother, who grinned and nodded. “Yeah, Mom, we hope you learned your lesson, this time.”

Joan blushed. She blinked the last tears from her eyes. She feared she’d obey them whenever they could get her alone, having fucked her once. She said nothing. They all knew the truth. Pain sang unrelenting from her sharp pinned nipples, but her sons had made her overcome even that. She didn’t dare mention the pins, lest they hurt her more, out of boyish playfulness. She studied their eyes.

Tommy’s bounced between his brother’s softening cock, and the white drops on the tips of her pubes. He took pride that his own prick remained hard, and he wondered if his brother’s true fuck was better than their mother’s cocksucking. He swore he wouldn’t let his older brother touch her again, until he found out. “Gee, Robert, are you thirsty? I am.”

Robert’s joy blurred mind couldn’t comprehend his brother’s question, at first. He had to mentally piece it together. “Yeah, kinda.” The sensation of a dry throat was nothing compared to the swamp of pleasure soaking his insides. His softening dick still pulsed wonderfully.

“We should make Mom get us drinks.”

“Huh.” Robert’s mouth tasted like warm cotton. He thought dully, if they untied her, what could she do? They had fucked her in two holes. They had broken her again, and this time they weren’t sleepy. As soon as they recovered, they were going to start all over again. It was barely noon. “I could use a soda.”