Spring Break On A Texas Estate

SPRING BREAK ON A TEXAS ESTATE

CH 1

It had been a long tiring week. By Friday evening I needed a rest. The girls were sweet when I got home. The house was spotless and they had a glass of wine ready for me. They made dinner while I relaxed. It was nice to sit and do nothing for a while.

After dinner they rushed me upstairs and insisted that I take a long hot bubble bath. They ran down to clear off the dishes.

While I soaked in the tub I heard someone moving quietly in my bedroom, and heard a barely suppressed giggle. When I came out of the bath I had to laugh. Lying on my bed was a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. I felt a sweet little tingle in my pussy at the sight. I opened the door and called downstairs: "Ok, but you have to rub lotion on my body first."

"Ok Mom," Kathy said.

I toweled myself dry, then buckled the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then I picked out a whip and hung it on the hook over the head board. I sat on the bed, spread my feet and snapped the chains to my ankles, then I put the blindfold on. It was a new one and I liked it. It buckled behind my head and had a chin strap. It was going to stay in place. No amount of rubbing my head against the bedding would unseat it. I lay back and carefully felt for the wrists chains, and snapped them on my cuffs.

I lay there for a moment, then called out: "Ready!"

There was an instant rush of bare feet up the stairs and two giggling, squealing girls were on me. I heard the ratchets clicking as they tightened my chains. I was stretched wide, then wider. I gasped with a thrill as they pulled my legs wider and wider still. My shoulders hurt as my wrists were tugged further apart than usual, and as usual, the pain excited me. When I was sure they were going to dislocate my joints, the clicking stopped. My first orgasm of the evening tingled through my belly.

Soft hands began to explore my body, and warm body oil was rubbed into my skin. I sighed with delight. They took their time and rubbed the oil over every inch of my skin, especially my breasts and pussy. I wanted to tell them not to use up all my body oil but the rules are that whoever is tied up can't open her mouth to speak unless given permission. Of course, whoever is tied up usually has her mouth occupied in other activities beside talking.

Eventually the massage stopped and I felt the bed shift as one of them positioned herself over my face and the other between my legs. I felt that wonderful, delightful sensation of a girl's soft breath on my pussy just as another pussy was lowered onto my face. My tongue was out instantly.

I was in Heaven. Eating a pussy and having mine eaten.

When the girl on my face came, she crawled off and was replaced by the other. I licked and kissed and nibbled until she too came.

While the girls we recovering one of them must have spotted the whip. I heard someone take it off the hook. "Aunt Beth must be in a naughty mood," my niece said. "Look at this whip."

"Mom did you get a whip out?" my daughter demanded. I nodded. They giggled.

The whip smacked my breast. Lightning shot through my body. I came instantly. The girls squealed in delight.

They took turns whipping me, then Kathy got out another whip and they both rained blows on my body. I was gasping, groaning, writhing in my chains, and coming constantly. They took occasional breaks and rested by sitting on my face.

The girls were whipping a beast each when there was a commotion downstairs. The whips stopped and I heard the girls run out of the room. I heard voices and loud footsteps on the stairs. The boys were home.

I heard a strange male voice: "Wow, what is this?"

"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked woman chained to a bed?" I heard my son Tom say.

"Why is she chained to the bed?" the first voice asked.

"So she can be tortured and fucked," my son answered. "Friday night is slave night around here."

"Cool!"

"No fair," I heard my niece say. "You guys weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow. We were going to have a girls only night."

"Not any more," my son laughed. I heard a brief scuffle and indignant feminine squeals and I knew what was happening. The boys were tying the girls up.

After a number of indignant squeaks and whimpers, and a lot of male laughter, I heard the boys drag the girls out of the room. I listened to their voices down the hall as they tied Kathy in her bedroom and her cousin in hers.

I tried to determine how many boys were in the house. My sons had told me they were bringing some buddies down for spring break but hadn't said how many there were going to be. From the voices I estimated they had at least three, and possible four friends with them.

Someone returned to the room, and without warning a whip crashed across my breasts. This was no girlish whipping, I was being whipped by a fully grown male. The orgasms started within seconds.

After whipping me for a wonderfully long time whoever he was, crawled atop me and thrust his cock into my pussy. I came again. Another boy climbed on top of me and I listened to my son Mark explain the customs of the house to his guests as they watched me being fucked.

The rest of the evening was a delicious blur of whips, nipple clamps and fucking, inter spaced with cocks in my mouth. I remember hearing screams coming from the girls' rooms.

The odd thing about being blindfolded for hours is that you loose track of time. I slept, or fainted, from time to time, to be awakened by one of the boys climbing on me, or biting a nipple or doing some other form of torture. I lost count of my orgasms early on.

The boys finally ran out of steam. Someone removed my blindfold and I felt the chains being unclipped. I blinked until my eyes could focus. There were six naked boys in the room. My son introduced them. They were all polite well mannered young men and two even kissed my hand in a courtly fashion, although my hand and feet were so numb I could barely feel them. I staggered to my feet and looked down at my body. I was covered with hundreds of whip marks and thickly bespattered with dried cum. I tried to walk to the bath room but I was so shaky that I tottered and almost fell. The boys carried me in and closed the door.

I took along hot shower and felt much better. I was surprised that I was very hungry because it was only midnight. I slipped on a filmy negligee, I would have preferred my thick and comfy bath robe, but after all, we had guests in the house and another rule is that the women must display their bodies on slave night.

I looked in on the girls. Both were still tied to their beds and both were sound asleep. Like me, their bodies showed the effects of hours or torture.

The boys were sitting around the kitchen table, and they rose politely when I came in.

"I don't know about you, but I'm famished," I told them. "How would you like a snack?" They agreed enthusiastically, and helped me make sandwiches and milk.

"I can't imagine why I'm so hungry," I said as we ate. "I had a very nice dinner this evening."

The boys looked sheepish. "Actually Ma am, you had dinner last night. This is Saturday night."

I put down my sandwich in astonishment. Tom grinned at me. "Yep, we've been fucking you for over thirty hours."

They burst into laughter.

"My God!" I said. "No wonder my pussy is so sore, and just look what you've done to my body." I opened my negligee to show my whip marks.

"They fade after a few days, Mom," Mark laughed. "You know that."

"Besides Mrs. Albers, They're only on your front. We didn't whip your back at all." One of the boys pointed out.

"No, and you didn't fuck me in the ass either," I said. "I suppose I should be grateful for that too."

They all grinned.

"Well, actually Ma am, , , I was sort of thinking about fucking you in the ass," one of them said.

"It sure is pretty," another chimed in.

"And it loves a good whipping," Tom laughed. I blushed because he was right.

"All right, I suppose you all want to fuck me again," I said. They nodded. "And whip me on my ass too?" I asked. They nodded enthusiastically. I sighed. "Give a few minutes to change the sheets on the bed, then come up and chain me down again."

The fresh sheets felt good as they spread me face down and tightened the chains. I had a pillow under my stomach and my blindfold was securely in place. I wriggled my butt in anticipation. I would loved to have a good night's sleep, but my mother raised me to be a gracious hostess and to try always to see to the needs of her guests.