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The Subjection of Mom and Sis

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Synopsis: Three outcast teenage boys spend a lot of there time wanking off to the fantasies of bondage videos. That is until one weekend when they lose all interest in the video fantasies…


By RB Thibo

© 2001


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Please be warned. The following story contains severe bondage, torture and 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 my opinion, take place in real life, and would in fact be illegal and, as far as 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 fantasies that roam through my mind.

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

This is only fantasy treat it as such.

If you have any problems separating reality from fantasy then do not read this story or any other story I write in this literary style. If you do enjoy this story of fantasy and would like to see other stories post an e-mail to

R.B. Thibo

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I have posted to the BDSM Library before but do to the reviews that I've gotten I had stopped posting my stories. I figured that I did not have the required skills to post stories to the BDSM Library web site. However a last month I got an encouragement e-mail feed back from a 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't be. ............Those people are just clever enough to moan about other people's efforts but too stupid to do as well or better.”

Also another web site ( ) seems interested in my stories and has invited me to post there. So after some deliberation I have decided 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 my grammar and syntax is not correct and the spelling may be off somewhat. Please accept the story as is.

I welcome any comments regarding your enjoyment, suggested improvements or notice of serious discrepancies at .


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 there time wanking off to the fantasies of bondage videos. That is until one weekend when 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 were seventeen-years-old. Roger was slightly older of the three by few months and Rick was a dozen days younger Ron. All three of them were the local school's outcasts. The two friends were slightly portly and had bad cases of acme spreading across their homely faces like wild fire. Roger didn't have the acme problems that his two friends did but he was still a very homely looking. Looking like a cross-between a Cro-Magnon man and the dog face-boy Also unlike his two friends Roger 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 fairly intelligent but did poorly in school. Mainly do to the fact they didn't give a flying fuck if they did flunk out. After all the three of them were offspring of very wealthy parents so they didn't need no fucking education. Maybe if they weren't so homely looking they would have had other friends. Maybe even a girl or two. Even if they could have gotten a girl their bizarre sexual preference would had frighten her away. So as it was they only had themselves and not being gay and with their passion for bondage and torture the only way to relive their blue balls was to jack-off to bondage videos. So that's what the three teens were doing when Rick glance over at Roger and saw that his friend was fisting 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.” Roger stated half-heartedly.

Sounding a little irk Ron remarked, “Well we don't have any real stuff so just 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 like crazy. Roger continued to slowly rub the head of his soft pecker. It really wasn't the video that was the cause of Roger's soft dick. It was really one of the best videos in the three teens vast bondage video collection. And it usually made him as hard as a rock till his youthful baby seeds exploded from him. 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. Then as they normally did they started heading for the kitchen for some grub. After all wanking takes a lot out of growing boys. Both Ron and Rick had tucked their spent tools back into their pants before starting off for the kitchen. Roger left 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 around with your dick out like that.” Rick cautioned his friend.

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

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

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

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

Both Ron and Rick were getting extremely annoyed with Roger with his persistent reference to ‘real stuff' As both boys turned towards their friend Ron growled, “Listen Roger we're getting a little sick of this ‘real stuff' business. So shut the fuck 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 bondage video they had just jacked-off to.

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

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

“Th…tha…that's your mom!” stuttered Rick as he and Ron stared unbelievingly at Mrs. Joan Paterson's breasts dangling nude form.

“Nope that's the real thing.” Snickered Roger as he pushed his two friends into the master bedroom.

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

The ropes that she was hanging from had been lassoed around the bases of her 38” C-cup breasts. Her own 125lbs weight were causing the two lassos to clinch the breasts tightly. This caused her breasts to balloon making them appear to be at less double D-cup instead of their normal C-cup size. Their color were a dark, dark purple. The normally soft malleable flesh was balled up so tight that the purple orbs of flesh were hard as two rocks. The skin stretched so taunt that it shone. All around the two purple ballooned breasts were a multitude of nasty looking thin welt lines running every witch way. Not only were the ropes were pulling her breasts upward but do to the wide spacing of the eyebolts Joan's ballooned breasts to be pulled wide apart. After going through the widely spaced eyebolt the two lines were joined together to a third line that ran to a hand crank wench mounted on the wall behind the dangling Mrs. Peterson.

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

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

Another belt was pulling her elbows together so that they touched. Dangling from the crook of her right elbow was a nylon floral designed, ankle length nightgown and a matching housecoat. Like her breasts Mrs. Peterson's entire body was criss-cross with a myriad of thin lines. Ranging from very fine red lines to nasty looking purple welts. Some of which had a crust of dried blood covering them. Dangling between her knees was the instrument that created the marks that adorn her entire body and ballooned breasts. It was an ordinary household wire clothes hanger that had been straitened out, then doubled over. It was then twisted into a single strand. The modified wire clothes hanger made a very effective punishment device. Which the thirty-eight-year-old woman quickly and painfully learned the hard way. Mrs. Peterson was holding the punishment device 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 very sensitive 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 ballooned breasts were being ripped from her chest as she hung in midair by them. (Though she discovered the hard way that would not happen. After all she had been hung twice before by her breasts. And she had been hanging by her aching breasts for over five hours during this latest breasts hanging section. Thought it felt 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 burning from the harsh wire clothes hanger lashing she had been subject to. Her throat was raw from the many face-fucking and deep throating she had been subject to. She still had the nasty taste of sour cum and acidic piss that coated her taste buds. Also her pussy and shitter had been fucked raw. Over all Mrs. Joan Peterson was in a world of hurt.

When Mrs. Peterson heard Rick the suffering thirty-eight-year-old woman with bleary tear filled eyes peered through her ballooned upward and outward stretched breasts at the three teenagers standing just outside of her bedroom gawking at 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!!!” The mother of a seventeen-year-old son abruptly ended her pleading and let out a hellish scream when that very same son yank the wire clothes hanger off her tender clitoris. Speckles of blood sprouted up all over her clitoris where the alligator clip's sharp steel teeth were racked over the small penile sex organ.

Bitch no one said you could speak!” Roared Roger as he swung the hanger back.

“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAGGGEEEUUUGGGHHHHEEEE!!!!” Mrs. Peterson howled as her son started lashing her gapping vagina with the springy wire clothes hanger. Stars exploded inside Mrs. Peterson's head as the hanger tore into her sensitive crouch especially when the hanger kissed her bleeding clitoris. For nearly five 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 clothes hanger to his mother's swollen, purple, blood-dripping clit.

While watching Roger waylay into his mother's gapping twat, both Ron and Rick shucked their pants and shorts. The two male reproductive organs stood strait out fully engorged with blood. As Roger slashed his mother's gapping twat one last time his two friends shot their loads of sperm towards the titty dangly mother of two. Without even touching their rock hard swollen fuck rods. The two teenage cocks remained as rigid as ever after the last of the sperm splattered to 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 felt jism boiling up from their balls as they watched Roger's mother continue to swaying 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 them blue 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 and looked quizzically at Roger.

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

Rick raced around behind the titty dangling thirty-eight-year-old woman. Without any preparations he slammed all six-inches of his blood engorge cock up the back door of his best friend's mother.

Joan Peterson threw her head back and let out a long pain filled gurgle as a 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 rectum that her son had created when his eight-inch cock had de-virginize her rear passage. So Joan's own blood supplied the only lubrication for the sodomizing of her back passage by yet another evil horny teenager.

The mind blowing, agonizing strain on the roots of her ballooned breasts was eased minutely as Joan body was lifted slightly when her rectum was impaled by the six-inches of Rick's manhood. That relief as tiny as it was didn't last long as the cock that was impaling her ass was withdrawn. Once again the roots of her ballooned breasts took up the entire weight of her body. To make matters worse as the tight fitting cock was pulled out Joan's suspended body was pulling her downward slightly. Though it was only a slight downward pull it caused horrible gut wrenching pain to exploded in her ensnared breasts. Just before the cock's bulbous head popped out of her ass Rick slammed all six-inches back up her tight back passage. Once again a teensy-weensy bit of pain was relived as 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-dangling woman 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-chute immensely the recipient of the ream job was suffering horribly. A constant hoarse, 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 stretching towards the floor from his very hard cock. “Roger…can I do your mom's cunt while Rick does her shitter?”

Although Mrs. Peterson was nearly out of her mind with pain her befuddled mind did understand what had been asked of her own son by his other homely looking friend. “No…no…no….” the thirty-eight-year-old mother of two blubbered like 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 his mother's clit once again. “Mommy I told you to shut the fuck up!” Snapped Roger as he quick waylaid the hanger across his mother's gapping cunt. Another dozen blood dripping welts rose up on the defenseless sex organ. “There you go Ron real pussy meat.”

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

Joan experienced a whole new world of hurt when Ron's pubic bone slammed into hers. The welts that her own son had created surrounding her pussy felt as if 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 might she strained to free her wrists from the belts around her neck. The two belts squeezed tighter and tighter the harder she strained. Do to her misfortune and her son's cleverness the belts never tighten tight enough to actually strangle her to death. He had fixed a stop tab to the belts so that they stopped short in strangling her. But they did squeeze her throat tight enough to make her sound as if she was in the last stages of emphysema as she strained to breathe pass the throat restriction. It was an action she had not attempted since her son had first hoisted her up off the floor by her lassoed breasts. As with those earlier attempts the thirty-eight-year-old woman quickly realized that all her struggling did was to cause the two lassos around the bases of her breasts to tighten up even more.

She even tried to free her legs from their calves to thighs position, which made 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 survival mind told her to escape. Joan's survival mind won out over her logic mind as she continue to try to free her herself. The muscles in her arms and legs budge and strained as she tried in her vain attempt as she was doubled raped by her son's two homely friends.

A wide grin spread across Roger's face as he watched his booby dangling mom getting her shitter packed by Rick and her twat plough by Ron. He simply adored the way his mother was being buffeted back and forth between his two friends supported only by her welted, purple, ballooned breasts and the two pistoning cocks in her bottom fuck holes. Never again would his mother rag on him. She no longer had any control over him. He was the one in control now. His mom was nothing but a fucktoy to be used and abused anyway he wanted solely for his and his two friends sexual enjoyment. And from the look of things Rick and Ron loved his mother's new status.

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

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

“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 slashed into her jism-dripping vagina.

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

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

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

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

“That's nasty!” Chuckled Rick as he smacked the pulsating, bleeding rosette even harder with the wire clothes hanger.

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

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

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

Ah youth, the two teens fucked and slashed their respective fuck holes several more 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 his face Roger then asked his two buddies. “Do you guy want another go around with my 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 on it.” 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 from the ceiling by her ensnared ballooned boobies. With the hanger in his right hand Roger lightly stroked his mother's inflamed, swollen clitty .

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

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

“Open that gutter mouth mommy!” Roger Snapped.

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

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

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

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

Joan swallowed it all. At less the sperm from her vagina didn't had a shitty taste to it. When the boys' fingers stopped scraping the insides if her brutalized vaginal 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 did it with a condom on. So Joan never had tasted ejaculate much less swallowed it. She didn't like the taste one bit. Not her son's, not Ron's and definitely not Rick's that was speckled with bits of her own excrement. She could think of one other substance more distasteful then her own feces tainted ejaculate of 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 the titty dangling women lower fuck holes Roger came up with another activity his two friends could do with his mother.

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

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

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

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

Ron and Rick joined Roger in his caterwauling laughter.

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

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

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

“Rick, Ron I'm sorry for being so rude to you. Please forgive me.” Sobbed Mrs. 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 snidely remarked as he pulled his belt off.


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

After Ron took over from him Roger laid down on his mother's bed to watch his 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 to Mrs. 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 the other. As excruciating painful as the beatings were they were nowhere as mind-blowing agony that was exploding in the roots of her lassoed breasts. Though Joan was screaming at the top of her lungs only a hoarse gurgling sound escaped from her as she was battered back and forth.

After about thirty minuets Roger halted the brutal beating of his mother. “Well mommy would you like to re-eat the scrumptious meal you gave back or should the guys continue teaching you proper etiquette?” Roger asked his still titty swaying mother.

Roger had to listen hard to hear his mother's croaking pathetic whimpering sobs. “Eat…I'll eat whatever you want me to eat. Just please don't beat me any more…Please.”

“Alright then…” Roger stated as he got out of his mom's bed and walked over to 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 held his mother suspended by her ballooned breasts.






Mrs. Joan Peterson dropped to the floor. She landed with a hard thud on her knees. After teetering a bit she pitch forward. With a loud splat she landed upon her ballooned breasts in a pool of sperm and shit vomit. As if she hadn't had any thing to eat or drink for over a week the thirty-eight-year-old mother of 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-old fucktoy shimmed across the rug upon her ballooned breasts in order to suck down her recycled meal.

“That's it mommy eat your yummy meal. Eat it all down.” Giggled Roger as he disconnected the hoisting rope from the winch.

After watching his mother suck up the last of the vomit Roger asked his two buddies, “Well now that mommy has eaten what do you say the getting something to eat ourselves?”

“Ya, I'm famish!” Stated Rick.

“Sounds good to me.” Ron added.


“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 squirm upon her agonizingly painful ballooned breasts and tenderized crotch. Though it was extremely painful to do so but it was nowhere as excruciating as hanging by her breasts. Joan squirmed after her sadistic son and his two equally sadistic friends. Out of her bedroom, down the hallway, to the top of the stairs. Then painfully down each step all the way to the bottom. Each step she squirmed over had her plopping down upon her aching ballooned breasts atop the next step. Once down on the main floor Joan shimmied after the trio upright freely walking seventeen-year-old teens. From the main hallway through the living room, through the dining room and into the kitchen.

end of chapter 1

The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Two

After the exciting romp with Roger's mother the three seventeen-year-olds finally made it to the kitchen for some food. As they sat around the kitchenette table eating “Now you guys know why I couldn't get it up for the vid.”

“That's for sure. I don't think I could ever get it up for a mere bondage video again.” Ron remarked.

“You got that right.” Rick agreed. “So what's the story with your mom?” Rick ask through a mouth full of food.

As the three teens ate Roger told his two friends how his mother was transformed into a fucktoy to be use and abuse for their amusement.

“It happened so suddenly Friday morning. Before Friday morning the only way I had to as you know to relive my blue balls was wanking off to bondage vids and mags. But now I have the real stuff. It started when my mom bellowed my name Friday morning:


I got out of bed and slowly made my way downstairs wondering what the fuck my mom was steaming mad at me for this time. As soon as I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom standing in the living room in front of the wide screen plasma TV.

“Roger I've had it with you! You been completely unruly since your father died in that car wreck. You've drop out of school. You refuse to get a job. All you do is hangout with those revolting friends of yours. And now this!”

I watched my mom raised her right hand up to mid chest level. My eyes were fixed onto the object mom was violently shaking at me it was a VCR cassette. “ Dammit! I fuckin forgot to take that tape out of the VCR yesterday .” I cured to myself. Then out loud he stated, “That's not mine.”

“If not yours how did this disgusting thing get into my house. Did one of those creepy friends of yours bring it into my home?”

“No mom I don't know how that got into the house.” As soon as I said it I knew how lame the statement was. Who else would bring a bondage video into our house. Certainly not my brainy fifteen-year-old little sister nor mother who was violently shaking the video at me. The only other person in the house was myself.

I watched my pissed off mother slam the bondage videotape to the floor. It bounced a couple of times on the rug before coming to rest in front of her. With horror I watched mom slammed the heel of her shoe down on top of the cassette. There was a resounding crunch as the cassette was smashed to bits.

“MOM!” I bellowed with shock. “That vid cost me a lot of money!”

“I don't care if it cost you a million dollars! I will not stand to have such a filthy, disgusting thing in my home!” Mom screamed as she kicked the shattered remains of the cassette at me.

I stared down at the ruined videotape. Sadden at its lost. I had many gratifying wank jobs with that vid. My blood begin to boil as I thought of future lost pleasures.

“Furthermore not only will I not stand for that filth to be in my home I will not allow anyone so perverted as to watch such a disgusting thing…”

My cock started to stir to life as I watched my mom's heaving breasts as she screamed at me. Even though mom was thirty-eight-years-old she was a well stack thirty-eight-year-old bitch. I had often fantasized on fucking her every which way. And as I stood before her being admonished by her one o those fantasies came roaring to the front of my libido.


Well that did it. If I was going to be tossed out on my ear I decided I would go with a bang. A pussy bang. My mom's pussy bang. My first real pussy bang.


As mom was screaming at me to get out of the house that I have lived in for some seventeen years I lurched across the leaving room. With a single powerful backhand I sent mom crashing to the floor. She looked up at me in total shock and disbelief. Before she could do anything I place my left foot on her breastbone between her 36” C-cup breasts.

“ROGER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!” Scream my mother as she tried to wiggle out from underneath my foot.

“Putting you in your place where all bitches belong!” I snapped back and pressed down harder on her breastbone. My cock sprang to full hardness. Enjoying the feeling of power I had over my mother I shifted more of my weight from my foot on the floor to the foot pressing down on mom's chest.

“Please Roger you're hurting me.” Mom sobbed. “Let me go.”

Mom started to reach for my foot that was pressing down on her chest with both of her hands. But I intercepted them with my own hands. I interlocked my fingers with hers and forced them back until the knuckles of her fingers almost touched her forearms.

“AAARRRGGGEEE!” Mom screamed out in pain.

My lust filed cock begin to throb as I forced mom's hands further back.

“AAARRRGGGEEE!” Mom screamed out again and her body started shuttering.

As mom struggled to free her trapped hands I raked my foot that was pressing down on her breastbone. “AAARRRGGGEEE!” Once again mom screamed out in pain. Only this time it was somewhat louder with a tang of fear in it.

Once my foot cleared my mother's torso I slammed the heel of my foot into the old breadbasket. Air came whooshing out of mom's lungs in a gurgling rush. Gasping for air mom stared up at me with pleading eyes.

Not caring how mom felt I twisted her bent back hands outward and jerked her up to her feet. This enlisted another pain filled gasping howl from her. Trying to ease the pain in her wrists mom lurched up on her toes and did a little jig. But it didn't do her any good. Her hands remained painfully bent back and her wrists were severely twisted.

My blood-engorged cock was demanding to be released from its confinement. But it had to wait a little longer.

I force mom to walk around to the back of the couch. Then in one fluid motion I released her left hand, spun her around by her right hand, forced her right arm behind her back and yank her right hand up between her shoulder blades. Mom squealed in pain as she was forced to bend over the back of the couch.

Using my free hand I unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the pants' belt loops. With some fiddling I manage to get the belt into a snare which I fitted over mom's head. After sliding my belt down around mom's slender neck I yanked on it till it tighten almost to the choking point. Then using the bitter-end I looped the belt around mom's right wrist that I had trapped between her shoulder blades. Now if mom tried to lower her right arm she would choke herself.

Holding mom in place over the back of the couch with a firm grip in her auburn hair I used my other hand to yank the sash cord from the house coat that mom was wearing. I then tied the sash cord to her left ankle. Holding the sash cord tightly I releasing my mom.

Struggling she lifted herself up off the back of the couch. “Roger what are you doing?” Mom asked gaspingly.

“Well mommy since you ruined my wanking vid I need a replacement...” I snickered as I shucked my sweatpants and underpants in one swift movement. “…and that replacement is you dear mommy!” I guffawed as my iron hard, throbbing cock jutted out from the dark forest of my groin hair. “STRIP!”

NOOOOOO !!!” Mom screeched at the top of her lungs and took off running.

Mom didn't get very far before the sash cord tied to her ankle pulled her up short. She stumbled and fell flat on her face. Laughing I pulled on the sash cord dragging mom back to me.

“That was very naughty of you mommy.” I scowled in a menacing tone. “I'm going to half to punish you for that.”

With my mom screaming and struggling I dragged her out of the living room by her ankle. I first dragged her to the entry hallway closet where I got a wire clothes hanger. Then to the main stairs. Keeping mom on the first floor I walked half way up the stairs. As I went up mom was dragged across the floor. At the half way point I fed the sash cord through the banister and hauled my mom's left leg up until her foot was even with the banister. This left mom semi-dangling by her left ankle with her shoulders resting on the floor. Her right leg kicking wildly and her left arm flaying about. Both her housecoat and her nightgown were bunched up around her waist. Leaving her white panty clad bottom visible. Mom was struggling to free herself. She was twisting and turning by her left ankle. In doing so she was constantly turning over and over. First her front side then her backside were on display.

I walk back down the stairs and joined her. Outward I appeared calm and collective. But on the inside I was about to burst open with excitement. Reaching out I grasped mom's flaying right leg. Pulling on it until mom's panty clad ass was sticking out towards me. This left her with her spine bowed painfully backwards and her 36” C-cup breasts squished into the hallway's hardwood floor. Holding her steady I lifted the clothes hanger high into the air.


AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Howled my mom at the top of her lungs as the wire hanger tore through her nylon panties and bit deep into the plump, meaty globe of her left ass cheek. Mom thrashed so hard that she was able to yank her left leg free from my powerful grip. I watched with great amusement as mom thrashed around like a fish caught on a fishing line. After a few minuets she calmed down somewhat. I regrasped her left ankle and turned her ass back towards me. Mom struggled mightily to free her trapped leg. But her wild frantic bucking she just went through had weaken her enough so that she couldn't free her leg from my grip. Through her torn panties I saw a beautiful, angry looking purple welt etched across her once perfect white left buttock. I was highly pleased with the result. I became even happier when piss begin to soak through the crotch of mom's panties.

“One down nineteen to go mommy.” I informed my mother as I raised the wire hanger high above my head once again.

NOOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! ROGER PLEASE!…” WHOOSH! CRACK! “ ….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Mom's pleading turned to a howl of sheer anguish as the wire hanger sliced through her panties and etched a second delightful purple line into her meaty rump. This one into her right plump ass cheek.

Mom managed to reach deep down into the core of her soul and come up with enough energy to once again free her trapped leg from my grip. I admired both of the lovely welts until mom once again ran out of steam.

“Two down eighteen to go mommy.”

OH GOD…GOD PLEASE…ROGER PLEASE DON'T…PLEASE !” Mom blubbered like a baby.



I played the wire clothes hanger across my mom's plump, meaty ass time after time. Each time she screamed at the top of her lungs and thrashed wildly about. However each time her frantic struggled became weaker and weaker after each welt raising lashing. Not only did mom piss on herself but she also dumped her bowels. (I had often heard the phrase ‘beat the crap out of someone' but this was the first time I got to witness the occurrence for real.) On the thirteenth welt raising stroke the cotton sash cord broke and my mom dropped completely to the floor in a sobbing heap.

Gripping my mom by her fiery red hair I dragged her to her feet. “Well mommy do you want to strip? Or should I string you back up and start your punishment all over again?”

“STRIP! I'll strip for you. I'll be good and strip for you. Just please don't beat me anymore.” Mom blubbered like a baby.

“Well then march that ass up to your room.” I growled as I released my grip on her hair.

Mom almost collapsed to the floor when I released her. But the whistling of the clothes hanger pass her ear frighten mom enough to find enough reserve energy to remain upon her feet. Upon wobbly legs mom started heading to the foot of the stairs. In her up right position mom's nightgown and housecoat fell back down around her ankles. That didn't make me happy. Not at all.

“Mommy lets see that tushie that I painted.” I growled as I cut the air with the hanger once again.

With her trembling free hand mom reached behind her. She grasped both articles of clothing in her fingers and finger walked them up her blazing posterior. Her legs buckled with each fraction of an inch she pulled the normally soft silky fabric across her burning rump.

I was having the worst case of blue ball that I ever had in my life as I followed my mom up the stairs. The entire back panel of her nylon panties were in shreds. Only the thin elastic bands around her waist and thighs held the ruined panties on. Her. Her once lily white heinie was a maze of thirteen criss-crossing purple welts. She flinched and shuttered in agony with each step she took as the muscles in her well whip ass flexed as she headed for her bedroom.

“STRIP!” I growled once we were in her room.

Trembling like a leaf mom started to disrobe. Having only one free hand mom struggled first out of the housecoat. She opened it up, slid the left side off her shoulder, then shook her left arm out of the left housecoat's sleeve. Again using her left hand mom pushed the housecoat off her right shoulder letting the garment hang from crook of her bound right arm.

Once done with taking off the housecoat as far as she could with her right arm secured behind her back mom started on her nightgown. As she did down stairs mom finger walked the nightgown up her torso. Whimpering and flinching as she worked the garment over her scalded rear-end. Mom hesitated a bit when she had worked her nightgown up to the level just below her breasts. It only took a single swipe pass her face with the hanger to convince mom to continue undressing herself before me. Within moments mom's braless breasts were on display.

I began to salivate as I ogled my mom's boobies bobbed up and down as she sobbed deeply. The first real boobs I ever saw. (Well that not exactly true. I've seen these boobies many times before a long, long time ago. Back then I had an entirely different perspective of them as I suckled on them to get life sustaining fluid out of them as a nursing infant nearly eighteen-years-ago.) They were full 36” C-cup breasts that road high on her chest. They were creamy white and speckled with freckles like her face (a trait of nearly all natural redheads). They showed their age. The once firm orbs were now sagging somewhat and had stretch marks from nursing two kids. But they were still a great set of titty flesh. And they were mine to do with as I pleased.

With eager fingers I manhandled not to gently the two orbs. My mind was filled with images from several bondage videos of what I could do to my mom's malleable titty flesh. I decided to start out with some simple titty torture and increase my fun with them over time. I started by rolled my mom's titties around her chest, Then cupped them in the palm of my hands to get an idea of how much they weigh. They were at less five pounds each. I was going to enjoy torturing them in every way that I had seen in the vids. I then started on my first booby torture. I slid my cupped hands from the bottoms of mom's boobies until they were cup over her pointy nipples. Then slowly but methodically I begin squeezing them lovely speckled boobies. I squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, squishing my mom's boobies with a claw like grip until the soft malleable flesh oozed between my fingers.

“Please Roger don't. It hurts.” Mom whimpered as she tried to use her free hand to remove my hands from her crushed breasts.

My response to her pleading was to viciously twist the two squished titties in opposite directions.

“Arrrgggeee!” Mom cried out in pain and her knees buckled. She would have fallen to the floor if it were not my iron grip on her boobies.

“Oh…god…it…hurts!…It…hurts… Hurts!… Please…Roger…let…go!… Let…go…of…my…breasts!…Please…Roger!…Please!…Oh…god…Please!!!” Whimpered mom stutteringly as she tried harder with her free hand to get me to release her trapped titties.

Once again I showed my mom my sympathy for her anguish by snapping her crushed and twisted boobies apart.

“Arrrgggeee!” Mom squealed as her hand went into uncontrolled spasms.

“Finish stripping mommy!” I snapped as I maintained my grip on her boobies.

Trembling like a leaf my mom quickly pulled the nightgown over her head and pulled her left arm out of the sleeve. Within seconds her nightgown joined her housecoat dangling from the crook of her bound right arm.

After pulling my mom back upright by her breasts I released my iron grip on them. Mom stood on very wobbly legs as I flicked her nipples with my forefingers. They were a beautiful set of brown nippers that stuck out nearly an inch from the slightly darker half-dollar size, pimply areoles capping the creamy white freckled titties that had my hands imprinted on them.

Stepping back I scooped up the clothes hanger that I had dropped to the floor when I latched onto mom's boobies.


….AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGEEEEEAAAAGGGGEEEE!!!! ” Mom dropped to her knees howling as the hanger blazed across her left nipple. Her free left hand raced to her just whipped nipple. She gingerly felt it amazed that it was still there.

“Did anyone tell you to stop stripping?” I growled. “I don't fucking think so!” I slashed the air right in front of mom' face with the hanger. “Get to your fucking feet and STRIP !”

Mom scrambled up off her knees and onto her feet. She quickly mover her left hand from her just whipped nipple down to her tattered panties. Within moments mom was standing before me in nothing but her birthday suit.

I was thrilled with my results as I examined my mom's nipple that I had struck with the hanger. The once turgid brown nipple had turned a dark purple and it had swollen three times larger. I could see it throbbing delightfully. I pitched the throbbing teat between my thumb and forefinger. As the trapped nipple throbbed I could feel heat radiating from it. It felt good.

Mom whimpered pathetically and started doing a little jig as I put more pressure on her throbbing nipple. “Stuff them panties in your mouth mommy!”

It was sheer golden the shocked look that sprang up on mom's face when what I had said to her registered in her brain. She couldn't believe that I actually wanted her to put her piss soaked and shit smeared undergarment in her mouth.

Keeping a firm grip on her throbbing nipple I forced mom up on her toes. “GET THEM PANTIES IN THAT MEALY MOUTH NOW!” I growled as I twisted her trapped whipped nipple and forcing her a little higher up on her toes.

A highly pleasurable look of repulsive disgust spread across mom's face as she stuff her soiled panties into her mouth.

“CHEW!” I growled. “Lose them and I'll strip your hide off your ass!” As I released my grip on her right nipple.

Mrs. Joan Peterson's stomach did flip-flops as her taste buds registered the acidic taste of her own urine and the earthy taste of her own excrement. She wanted to spit her soiled panties out of her mouth. But she feared her son's retaliation too much to do so. So Mrs. Joan Peterson continued to munch on her soiled panties as if they were a tasty bit of chocolate candy.

I took a long delightful look at my mom's succulent body. She was five-feet six inches. With long carroty red hair that hung down to her mid-back. She had kept herself in suburb shape over the years. Though not as tight and firm as she was in her teen years her 36”-30”-34” figure was a delight to look at. A thick unrulely forest of pubic hair denoted that she was a natural redhead. Her legs were well tapered and seem to go on forever. They ended at the junction where the flesh pillowed up to form the delectable plump twin half moons of her derrière. Like most natural redheads mom's body was specked with freckles. Especially her face and upper chest areas. Even the tops of her 36” C-cup breasts. They drooped somewhat and had stretch marks (but hey what can you expect after having two kids suckle on them) but they were still a fine looking set of jugs. They were caped with inch long nippers sitting atop pimply half dollar size areoles. Her tummy also showed the berthing of her children. Despite her workouts at the gym she stilled showed stretch marks there. However since both births were of the vaginal type she had no surgery scars. Having not been out to the beach for several years or to a tanning salon mom's skin was lily-white in completion.

Well normally it was that color. But now Mrs. Joan Peterson skin tone was a bright crimson color from head to toe with total humiliation from standing before her son necked as a J-bird. The only clothing she had was her housecoat and nightgown dangling from the crook of her right arm. With her son staring lustfully at her nudity Joan self-consciously pulled her housecoat in front of her nude form.


My mom's head snapped to the right and a bright handprint sparing up on her cheek where I had slapped her hard.



The housecoat that she had been trying to cover herself with fell to her side as her head was snapped in the other direction.



Mom's head snapped back and forth as I slapped it hard a dozen or so times.


Trembling like a leaf mom nodded meekly.





Mom shook her head in a negative response.




Mom started chewing on her soiled panties once again.

I continue to inspect my mother's nude form. For a middle-aged bitch, mom was still a hot dish. Very hot. I was going to enjoy fucking her brains out. But first we were going to have some more fun, Well fun for me and I didn't give a flying fuck if mom was going to have fun or not. In fact I doubted it very much. But so what she was now here for my enjoyment not hers.

Once again I pinched down hard on her right whipped nipple and gave it a savage twist. Mom threw her head back and cried out in pain. She was doing a little jig when I released the throbbing nub. It made me tingle all over as I felt mom's crushed and twisted nipple pulsate between my thumb and forefinger. Keeping a tight grip on her trapped nipple I force my mother's breast to delightfully dance around her chest. Though mom gurgled in pain she continued to chew.

Like a cow working on a mouth full of cud mom chewed on her soiled panties. As she chewed I released my grip on her bruised teat. Mom let out a sigh of relief through her panties and sank from her toes to her feet. Using her free left hand mom gently rubbed her burning, throbbing nipple.

This attempt to ease the suffering in her nipple did not please me. Not one bit. “THAT NIPPER BELONGS TO ME STOP PLAYING WITH IT!” I growled as I swung the hanger once again.


aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee!!!! ” Mom ‘s left hand streaked across to her just whipped left nipple as she collapsed to the floor. Mom tried to ease the burning pain in both of her whipped nipples as she curled into a fetal position on her bedroom floor.

I looked down at my sobbing mom thinking this would not do. I was enjoying her suffering too much to allow her to ease any of it. I went to her dresser and rummage through her drawers until I found her belts. I returned to mom with three of the belts in hand.

“Get on your tummy mommy!” I growled.

“Please Rog…” Mumbled mom around her panties in her mouth as she started to plea with me.

I wasn't interested in hearing her begging. I only wanted complete compliance from her to my demands. In my hand at the ready was a nice little persuader to convince mom to obey me.

With a chicken-shit grin on my face I look down at my pleading mom. In an instant I made a decision as to where to apply the persuader. It was a tricky shot. With mom curled up and her free hand darting back and forth trying to ease the pain in her nipples I took careful aim. Timing it so that my selected target was unprotected I swung the hanger down hard.


….aaaaaarrrrrgggggeeeeeaaaaggggeeee! ” Mom's scream rang out muffle but vary clearly as it made its way pass her soiled panties that were in her mouth.

Two vivid purple welts rose up on the outer side of mom's left breast.


The persuader had done its job. Mom instantly rolled off her side and onto her stomach. She arched her back which lifted her throbbing purple nippers off the rugged floor. Again I was displeased with mom trying to ease her suffering.



I treated mom's already welted ass with the hanger. A nice dark purple line sprang up across each of her meaty half moons.

“Plant them boobies that belong to me to the floor!”

Whimpering from the pain from doing so mom pressed her throbbing nipples down onto the rugged floor.



Another two lovely welts developed on my mom's heinie.

“Keep them boobies plastered to that floor and hoist that lard ass up!”

Mom lifted her pelvis off the floor. She lifted it just enough to slip my foot between the floor and her pubic mound. It was cute. But not what I wanted.



I drove my mom back down with two very hard slashes across her rump.


While still keeping her upper torso on the floor along with her thighs mom lifted her pelvis as high as she could. It was nicely displayed. But still it was not how I wanted it.



Again I drove my mom's ass back down with the hanger.


Something must have clicked in mom's brain. Keeping her breasts plastered to the floor mom pulled first one knee forward then the other. This resulted in lifting her beautiful marred bums up high. Mom knelt before me like a Muslim praying to Mecca . Her breasts and face plastered to the floor and her purple stripped derrière prominently on display.

Stepping behind her I grabbed both of mom's whipped ass cheeks and kneaded them. Mom shuddered in pain and her legs trembled as my hands roughly worked her purple striped fanny over. To her credit mom withstood the pain I was causing to her whipped rump and remain in position.

Mom gasped with shame when I pushed two of my fingers into her cunt. I was pleasantly surprised to find her hole was tight. Even after had given birth to two children and fucking dad god knows how many times. Not so surprising was to find her tunnel dry. Very dry. Bone dry. There wasn't a single drop of moisture to aid the pistoning movement of my imbedded fingers. It was so inviting. But I wasn't ready to fuck my mom just yet. So I pulled my fingers out of her and stepped back.

As inviting as mom looked bent over like that she still wasn't in the position I wanted her in. So!



“Needs a little tweaking!”



“Spread them wide!”

Sobbing heavily mom separated her knees slightly.




Mom spread her knees as far apart as she could.

To mom's misfortune and my delight I lashed my mother's buttocks eight more times with the hanger before she was in the position I wanted her in. Head on the floor with her face facing left chewing on her soiled panties wearing a big smile. Breasts plastered on the floor with her whipped teats pushed hard into the rug. Her free arm folded behind her back with her hand resting between her shoulder blades. Up on her wide spread knees displaying her thick forested pussy. And her well whipped welted heinie sticking up high.

Crouching down next to her I looped one belts I had retrieved tightly around her slender neck. Grabbing her left free forearm I looped the belt around the free wrist and secured it to her neck just like I did with her right hand but just a little higher. Now mom couldn't use either hand to ease her suffering if she tried she would choke herself adding to her suffering.

I thought about freeing mom's right arm to remove her nightgown and housecoat. But I decided against it. I figured that it would be a thousand times more humiliating for her to having clothing hanging from her arm but never be allow to put them on to cover her nudeness from her own son.

To deter any ideas of mom running off again from popping into her head I forced her to bend her right leg until the heel of her foot was pressing into the bottom curve of her right buttock. I then looped another of the belts around mom's right ankle and upper thigh. I pulled the belt so tight that it sunk into mom's thigh. The flesh curling around the edges of the belt. Satisfied with the belt's tightness I secured it. With the right leg reduced in half I did the same to the left. I had effectively reduced my mom's legs in half. If she did run she would do it upon her knees. And I didn't think that she could out run me like that. It was a very effective way to hobble her but still leave her twat available to me whenever I wanted to use it.

After standing back up I looked down at my restrained mother in her servitude ass high position. To determine how effect mom's ability to ease her suffering with her hands I decided to put her to a test.

I could have commanded my mom to kneel upright but I figured that it would much more fun to get her to present her boobies to me in another way. Well fun for me.

“Uuugggeee!” Mom whimpered through her mouth full of soiled panties as I jerked her upright on her knees by a handful of her carroty red hair that I had tightly wrapped around my hand. Pulling her head back so I could look directly into her tear streaked, chewing face while towering over her kneeling form.



Mom would have collapsed to the floor of it weren't for the firm grip I had in her hair. As it was mom shook her head wildly about, her body twisted and bucked delightfully. And the best of all she tried her level best to get her secured hands from between her shoulder blades to her left nipple that had just been kissed. Kissed very, very hard by the hanger.

The belts did their job wonderfully. As mom struggled mightily to use her hands the two belt loops tighten around her neck chocking her into submission. The left or the right or both together it didn't mater which hand she tried to use the end result was the same. Mom would strangle herself if she tried to move her hands from behind her back to come to the aid of her hurting nipple. Within moments mom abandon her futile attempts of trying to move her hands from behind her back. She knelt there shuddering and mewing as the terrible pain in her tortured left teat ate into her breast.

I was very pleased with the result. But what if mom was just faking it. Maybe she was trying to fool me into thinking she couldn't use her hands. And the first time I wasn't paying attention she would free herself. Then I wouldn't have her for my amusement anymore. So…


Over and over and over I slashed both of my mother's nippers. A dozen times I let the wire clothes hanger kiss them pointy nibblits with the hanger. Mom thrashed and bucked like a wild bronco. Only my firm grip on her hair kept her in place just enough for the next teat lashing to be delivered. Her hollowing became louder as her soiled panties she had been chewing on shot out of her mouth. When I finally stopped swinging the hanger mom's hands were right where I put them. Behind her back. And bent way up between her shoulder blades.

Mom was gagging and coughing. Her face was several shades of color from the restrictive airflow caused by the belts tightening around her slender neck as she tried to free her hands. She was forming at the mouth like a rabid dog. As beautiful as my mom's face was in its multishaded hues was it was her nipples that made me shoot my first load of sperm.

I had never seen such huge nipples before. Not in any of the bondage vids or mags. They stuck out over two inches long and were swollen thicker then my big toe. Instead of milk flowing from them it was blood. They were no longer a soft brown color. Instead they were a very dark purple borating on being black. Her areoles and a small portion of her breasts were also similar in colored to her nipples and very, very swollen. The normal tapered cones were so bloated that it looked like a set of minitits were growing at the end of her regular tits. Blood was also running from the minitits in little rivulets to join the blood running from her bloated nipples to splatter to the rug below her. I could actually see the super-sized nipples and the minitits pulsate. And they were very hot to the touch. Even the lightest touch to them made mom howl in sheer anguish.

Of course I was not the slightest bit interested in lightly cressing my mom's beautified nippers. So instead I clamped down as hard as I could on one of the bloated nipples. Then I released my hold on her hair and latched on just as hard onto the other bloated nipple.

This started another round of wall rattling howls to streaming from mom's mouth. And a renewed effort to free her hands. For several minuets I shook mom back and forth by her trapped bloated nippers. When I finally freed them mom fell to the rug in a sobbing heap in the last direction I had jerked her in. I was ninety percent sure that mom wasn't faking not being able to free her hands. But there was still that ten percent possibility. I would tend to that later for now I was satisfied that mom would not be using them to ease any of her suffering for a very long time. If anything she would add to her suffering by choking herself.

Even though I had shot my wad, (which by the way was now coating mom's face) my prick was still as hard as ever. I could feel another load of spunk building up in my balls. And I hadn't even fucked mom yet. That incestuous event was still a ways off. I still had a lot of booby torture to perform on mommy before I even conceder taking her to bed for a royal fucking. After all I've really done so far was a little playful fun with mom's nippers and a little touché tickling. Mom had many more bits and pieces to play with. And more then one hole that my cock could go spelunking in.

end of chapter 2

The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Three

I crotched down next to mom's shuttering, sobbing form. She was on her back with her weight resting on her pinned arms. Her 36” C-cupped breasts were laying flat on her chest quivering like melted jello. Sticking strait out proudly were mom's newly formed minitits and their super thick long purplish-black nipples. Though they were no longer bleeding they were throbbing delightfully.

“Mommy!” I cooed as I smacked the wire clothes hanger hard atop her quivering convulsing stomach.

With panic in her eyes mom turned her face towards me. I could see the terror in her tear streaked, wild eyes. I could tell she wanted to beg me verbally but she didn't dare. So instead she begged with her eyes. They were imploring me not to inflect any more pain upon her already savagely whipped rump and especially her poor agonizingly throbbing deformed nipples.

But her pleading eyes had no effect on my raging libido. I was just having too much fun.

Still swatting her tummy hard I asked, “Mommy that isn't the position we were just taught to be in? Now is it?”


WHAT ! I did not give you permission to talk BITCH !” It tickled me to see mom had overridden her fear of speaking to me. But the mind blowing pain in her nibblits had made her desperate. I was going to make her regret that bit of courage. I pondered for a few moments deciding what punishment was befitting for her speaking.

Mom shuddered to the core as she saw an impish smirk spread cross my face.

“Position mommy!” I cooed.

Mom let out a pain filled pitiful groaned as she implored with her eyes and whimpered, “They…hurt…to…much!.. Please…Roger…don't…make…me…get…on… my…breasts!…Please!!!”

I shifted the hanger from smacking mom's tummy to the bottom portion of her pillowery left breast


“Now mommy or I'll start on them nippers again!”

Mrs. Joan Peterson screamed loudly as the hanger etched is way into her soft mammary gland. As painful as it was it was nowhere as painful as having her nipples savagely beaten again by her sadistic son. As quick as she could Joan rolled off her back. She knelt upon her widely spread knees. Dreading to do so she leaned forward and prepared herself for the pain that she knew was coming. She was intending to ease herself slowly and gently down onto her severely whipped nipples. To acclimate herself to the pain that would be generated as she put more and more pressure on her damaged teats. But that was not to be. No sooner then her swollen nipples made contact with the rug her sadistic son slash her rear end with that dreadful hanger. Joan involuntary lurched forward driving her tender abused nipples hard into the rug. Joan screamed out in pain from both the new welt that was laid on her left ass cheek and her very tender nipples being forced into the rug. She wanted to rise up to stop the mind numbing pain that was exploding in her tortured nipples. But she was too afraid of what her son would do to her. So Joan remained in her servitude position that her son had so quickly taught her to do.

On her widely spread knees. Her cum covered face pushed into the rug. Her well whipped ass sticking up high. Pooching her vagina out obscenely (though her son had not raped her as of yet she know it was coming.) Her hands forced high up her back pinned between her shoulder blades. If she tried to lower them Joan would find herself tightening the two belts around her neck. Thus choking herself into further submission. And the worst of all the mashing of her 36 C-cup breast into the rug. Which resulted in her tortured swollen nipples to be agonizingly shoved into the soft spongy tissue of her mammary glands.

As Mrs. Joan Peterson submissively knelt in the middle of her bedroom she was in the worst pain that she had ever been in the thirty-eight-years of her life. As bad as the agonizing pain she was now suffering Joan was sure that she would be suffering through much more horrible torturous pains inflected upon her by her very own son. She had no doubts about that. The sadistic grin on her son's face made her very, very sure of that.

After Roger made his mother drive her new and improved boobies and newly developed minitits into the floor by a especially hard slash with the hanger across her well whipped welted ass Roger coned the fingers of his left hand the jammed them into his mom's very dry twat. After a painful yelp from mommy as her twat was stretched wide Roger shoved his hand into his mother until the base of his thumb impacted with her pussy. The seventeen year old the cooed, “Mommy we are going to play a little game.” Roger twisted his twat imbedded hand from side to side. “We are going to do some booby drag -racing.” Roger pulled up hard on his mom's twat. “And to make sure that we truly do some booby drag racing this lard ass needs to go higher. Roger pulled up harder on his mom's twat lifting her slightly off her knees. This put most of her weight onto her tortured bloated nipples and minitits. “Now mommy we are going to start the booby drag race.” To help to stabilize his mother Roger shoved his thumb into her shitter. Now Roger could control his mommy's lifted ass like a bowling ball.


Joan lurched forwarded as the hanger etched its way across her welted purple rump. As painful as it was to have four more welt rising slashes across her rump it was nothing compare to the mind numbing pain that roared through her swollen tortured nipples and minitits as she thrust herself forwarded upon them.

The booby drag race was on.

With her knees lifted off the floor Joan had no choice other than to keep her breasts plastered to the floor as her son continued to whip her rear end with the hanger. With a lot of lurching and squirming back and forth Joan not so much drag but propelled herself across her bedroom floor. The soft plush rug that normally felt so good under her feet was anything but. The synthetic fibers were like sandpaper. Abrading her already swollen nipples and minitits.

“Mommy the booby drag race will end when we have our chew toy back where it belongs.”

Joan knew that it was her soiled panties that was the ‘chew toy' her son referring to. She had no idea where they had landed after she jettison them from her mouth during the savage beating of her nipples. Joan cranked her head back and desperately looked around her bedroom for them as she scooted across the floor upon her tortured nipples and minitits. She didn't see them. While her son continued to hold her knees up off the floor by her aching vagina and slashing her rump with the hanger to spur her on Joan change her direction of travel several times. After a good ten minuets of frantic searching the thirty-eight-year-old mother spotted her soggy panties just outside the bedroom in the hallway. Joan made a beeline towards them. Once her mouth was over her panties Joan sucked and nibbled the saliva drenched panties soiled with her bodily waste completely into her mouth. Her son stopped beating her blistering buttocks and lowered her knees to the floor when she was once again chewing on her soiled panties.

“That was a very good first run of the booby drag race mommy.” Roger praised his panty chewing sobbing mother.

Joan groaned in misery as her son jerked his hand around within her vagina. Normally such brutal abuse of her vagina would have been extremely painful. Though it was the mind shattering pain in her severely whipped nipples that were now rubbed raw washed out the pain in her abused vagina. The mind-blowing pain in her severely abused nipples also negated the pain generated by the devirginizing of her rectum by her son's thumb.

Mrs. Joan Peterson thought that she was being turned inside out as her son yanked his hand out of her overstretched vagina and his thumb out of her rectum. She let out a squeal as her son jerked her into a kneeling position by her hair. She cringed in fear as her son cut the air in front of her face with the metal clothes hanger. Fearfully she watched her son stand before her his cock jetting out from dark forest of his groin. It was longer then his father's by at less three inches and thicker. The tip was oozing precum from its slit. Though he hadn't yet Joan knew that her son would soon be raping her.

Roger was suffering from the worst case of blue balls that he had ever suffered in his life as he looked down at his mother's boobs. The rug burned orbs were a mouth watering delight to behold. The track across the rug had caused her brutally whipped nipples and newly formed minitits to swell even more then they had before the booby drag race. The rest of her mammary glands were a bright red from the rug burns they had been subject to. He couldn't resist the urge to squeeze, pinch and tweak the inflamed goodies before him. So he did.

Joan shuttered and squirmed in agonizing pain as her son's powerful hands assaulted her abused breasts flesh. With the palm of both hands her son started slapping her rug burned boobs about. He slapped them from side to side, up and down, on the tops, the bottoms, the out sides and the insides with powerful blows. He titty slapped every square inch of his mother's rug burned boobies. He loved the darker red handprints that were laid on top of her already redden tit flesh. When Roger got tired of slapping his mother's boobies around he wrapped his hands around the bloated ends of her breasts her minitits and squeezed the swollen flesh tightly. He twisted the squished minitits to the left as if he was trying to open a couple of tightly sealed jar tops. Then to the right to reseal them. Then in opposite directions. After releasing the very well twisted minitits he move down to her whipped bloated nipples. He tightly pinched the inflamed, swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Via the trap nippers Roger jerked his mother's abused boobies around her chest.

Throughout the breasts torture Joan screamed in muffled anguish through her soiled panties in her mouth. After a good thirty minutes of torturing her mammary glands her son pulled her chest down towards the floor via her pinched nipples. When he released her teats Joan immediately pressed her abused mammary glands into the rug. And assumed her painfully taught servitude position.

That did it. Roger had to get relief for his blue balls before they exploded. He moved behind his mother and surveyed her up thrusted ass. Licking his lips with fervor enthusiasm the seventeen-year-old came to a decision.


Mrs. Joan Peterson lurched forwarded as the clothes hanger etched its way across her well presented rump. Without her son holding her knees off the floor by her vagina allowed Joan to lift her face and most importantly her tortured mammary glands up off the floor as she lurched forward. She let out a little sigh of relief as her tortured nipples and newly formed minitits clear the floor. But it didn't last long.


aaaaarrrrrggggeeeeaaaaggggeeee !” Mrs. Joan Peterson howled through her soiled panties as her son slammed his shoed foot atop of her bound hands, which drove her abused breasts back into the floor hard.

“Wait up there mommy.” Roger giggled as he lifter his foot and slammed it back down.


“I know that you're raring to burn more titty rubber but we must add some go juice to the old HOOTER-MOBILE.” Snickered Roger as her took his foot off his mother.

Quivering in fear the thirty-eight-year-old mother looked over her shoulder at her son. As much pain as she was in she saw that Roger was in just as much pleasure if not more. She couldn't understand how the offspring of herself and her loving husband could be so monstrous. “Oh god here it comes.” Joan groaned in shame to herself as she watched her son with his ragging hard-on kneel behind her up thrusted rear. “My own son is going to rape me.” Joan winced and sobbed as her son's hands started to knead her blistered buttocks.

Joan had expected her son to rape her with his stiff member in her aching vagina but it didn't happen. What did happen shocked and shamed her even more.

Joan's scream could be heard throughout the house even through her soiled panties in her mouth as Roger plunged his hard cock into her virgin anus. It quickly tore into her. Forcing an agonizing painful wide path deep into her rectum. Joan tried to shimmy forward to dislodge her son's phallus from her rectum, but Roger grabbed her hips and yanked her back onto his very stiff cock, spearing deep into her guts. After belly and ass slapped together Roger pulled his cock out, forcing a new series of screams from his mom as it raced out of her stretched and torn asshole. Joan felt empty for a second, than Roger began a ruthless plunge back into her bowels, the bleeding anal tract providing some lubrication for his cock. Her anal tract ached as it was forced to spread wider than it should have to, tearing as Roger's cock ravaged her. Joan screamed and screamed and screamed. She looked over her shoulder pleadingly at her son. Roger's eyes were gleaming excitedly as he pounded his phallus up her rectal track. She knew that her son would not stop raping her ass until he had satisfied his lust.

Roger grasped his mom's hips, pulling her back onto his throbbing cock, forcing it deeper into her, causing her to whimper in extricating pain as his cock straitened out her colon filling her guts with the worst cramps she ever had in her life. Faster and faster her son raped her rectum, the sounds of his stomach slapping against her ass, his cock tearing deep into her, his balls slapping her pussy.

Please get this over, I cannot stand the pain any longer .” Joan cried to herself as her son's cock tore through her rear opening. Ripping open the delicate lining. Blood from the tears was providing some lubrication which made her son's cock slid in and out a little easer. But did nothing to ease the burning, ripping pain in her rear hole. She was constantly buffeted by her son's hard cock. Not only was Joan suffering horrible pain from her first anal penetration by a cock but her rocking whipped nipples and minitits sent agonizing pain roaring through them. The pounding thrust of her son's cock in her rectum rocked the thirty-eight-year-old back and forth on the rug her breasts were pushed into. The pain was constantly forced muffled screams from her panty stuffed mouth as she was brutally raped in the ass by her own son. She could feel his cock getting bigger in her ass, stretching her more. Soon he she knew he would be ready to cum, shooting his hot sperm deeply into her guts.

“Oh, God, I'm going to cum in your shitter mommy!” his hands forcing her asshole over his cock. He plunged in her faster and harder, tearing her rectal lining more and more. He saw the blood on his cock and it excited him more. He was raping the asshole of his mother and he loved it. His cock tore into her, pushing deep into her rectum and he began to cum.

Joan could feel his cock pulsate as it drove deep into her, feeling like a baseball bat was shoved up her ass. It began to get bigger and she could feel his cum move along his cock, shooting out deep into her, the hot cum shot deep into her colon. Sperm shot out of his cock again, and again, Joan felt his hot seed filling her guts up. His cock plunge in and out of her ass, forcing new screams from her panty stuffed mouth. When he finish dupping his load of sperm Roger pulled his cock from her asshole. Joan's ass farting as it shrank. Spurting little droplets of sperm like some perfume atomizer. Joan's tears of pain and shame soaked the rug under her face, as cum and blood ran from her raped asshole. Runing down the outside of her pussy and drip to the floor below to pool on the rug. Her son still kneeling behind her wiping, his slimy and bloody cock from the rape of her virgin ass on her blistered ass cheeks.

“Wow that was fuck'n fantastic! A whole lot better then wanking.” Roger cooed in delightful bliss.

Roger would have fucked his mother's twat but he wanted his first real fucking to be in a virgin hole. And that leftout her twice baby spewing baby chute. Besides after shoving his hand into her cunt mom was a little lose there right now. However that was not so with his mother's shitter. Other then his thumb it was virgin territory. So Roger lost his virginity by corn holing his mother's virgin shitter. He loved it. He was going to bugger that tight hole again and again. Oh he would get around to fucking her twat later but first he wanted to really ream out his mother's tight back passage.

After standing up Roger looked down at his flaccid cock. It was a mess. It was covered with a sticky, gooey mixture of his jism and his mother's blood and shit. He would have to clean it. But he didn't want to stop playing with his mother in order to go to the bathroom to clean it. As Roger stood there wondering whether or not to head for the bathroom a chicken shit grin spread across his face as he came up with a simple solution to his cock cleaning problem. Moving around from his mother's jism dripping rear to her rug plastered face Roger felt his cock stirring.

Grabbing a handful of his mother's red hair he jerked her from her servitude position to an upright position on her knees. Roger giggled as he watched the chewing motion of his mother's jaw.

“Spit out your chew toy mommy.”

Mrs. Joan Peterson thirty-eight-year-old mother of two knelt in the hall just outside her bedroom. She was in excruciating pain. She had never been in so much pain in her entire life. From the twitching and cramping of her hammer locked arms that were secured behind her back. She longed to straiten them out. But they were restrained in such a way that if she moved her arms she would choke herself. So even though it caused her great agony Joan forced herself to push her hands higher up her back just to ease the choking.

To her blazing heinie. She was sure that her posterior had been stripped raw from the beatings that had been delivered to it by a wire clothes hanger. She had quickly learned that her son loved to beat her with the hanger no mater if she resisted or cooperated with whatever he wanted her to do. Just the uncontrollable twitching of her gluteus maximus caused Joan immense pain.

Her recital track was twitching painfully from the rape. A rape that was done by her very own son. She could feel the large load of sperm that her son has shot deep into her bowels slowly leaking out. It was the first time that anyone had sex with her that way. Not even with her husband. Once a boyfriend in her freshman days at collage had wanted to tried anal sex with her. She was shocked beyond belief with the very notion of such disgusting act that she had halted the idea before it even got started. But now she passively knelt with the result of her first recital intercourse leaking out of her in stretchy, stringy globs to splat down to the carpet just outside of her bedroom.

As bad as all of the other pains were the worse was what her son had did to the nipples and the ends of her 36” C-cup breasts. The once pink flesh was now etched with a myriad of nasty looking welts ranging from bright red to a dark purplish-black. The flesh was swollen five times their normal size. Just the slight movement of air across her battered nipples and the tips of her breasts caused mind blowing pain to explode within the abused flesh.

Now after all of the hellish pain she went through to retrieve her soiled panties that she was now chewing on her evil son now wanted her to spit them out. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.

Mrs. Joan Peterson groaned in misery as she quickly used her tongue to help her spit her sodden soiled panties out of her mouth as the accursed metal clothes hanger whooshed pass her face.

Roger looked down at his kneeling mother. To him she was a vision of lovlyness. Though he had fantasized many, many times about having sex and doing some of the things from the bondage videos with his mother he never dreamed that he would ever actually ever do it. But here he was with his mother as his very own fucktoy. Kneeling submissively before him in her birthday suit. With his jism dripping from her devirginize shitter. He looked down the stretched slope of his mother's 36” C-cup breasts. To the new minitits that he had created. That were capped of with the new and improved nippers. With each sobbing breath his mother took he loved the way her breasts improvement quivered and shook. He was looking forward to the next thrill pack session with them delightful heaving boobies. But first there was some prick cleaning that mommy had to do.

Roger stepped forward and grabbed his sobbing mother by her ears, “Clean it mommy!” Roger chuckled as he thrust his semi-hard spunk, blood and shit cock at his kneeling mother's tear streaked face.

Mrs. Joan Peterson gagged and choked as her seventeen-year-old son shoved his semi-rigid phallus into her mouth. Though she had preformed fellatio several times. It had only been with her deceased husband. And the few time that she did she had only lick and sucked on her husband's bulbous head. She had even licked the long hard shaft. But now she had her son's entire prick in her mouth. Even in its semi-erect state her son's cock completely filled her mouth, stabbing at the back of her throat causing her to gag. Joan knew that soon her son's cock would be forcing its way down her throat as it grew to full erection. Already she could feel blood rushing into the cock. Making it to become harder and harder and longer and longer.

Joan tried to pull her mouth off her son's hardening cock as it breached the narrow passage of her throat. But the powerful grip her son had on her ears made it impossible. Joan was not only trying to dislodge her son's cock because it was gagging her but she desperately wanted to eject the ever increasing harding phallus because of the fowl taste that accosted her taste buds.

Joan's husband had never ejaculated in her mouth. He had always did it into a Kleenex and discarded it into the trash. Once she got a small sampling of sperm it made her ill. She vomited for an half an hour. Now she had more than just a taste. Her son's entire cock was coated with his sperm. The revolting flavor started her stomach churning. But as bad as her son's sperm tasted it was nowhere near as bad as the raw earthy taste of her own excrement that was also smeared along the entire length of her son's cock. Joan felt her bile rose up from her stomach. It would have sprayed out of her mouth if it weren't for the bulbous head of her son's cock completely plugging her throat. So after splashing against the cock head Joan's bile slid back down her throat to her stomach.

As her son's cock reached its full length and hardness he jerked her head back and forth along his member. With each forwarded jerk on her ears the entire eight inches (three inches longer then her husbands) of her son's thick phallus roared down her tight throat. When he jerked her ears back the thick hard cock slid out of her throat. But not completely. The bulbous head remained wedged tightly in her throat. So every time Joan vomited it had nowhere to go but back to it place of origin. Up and down went Joan's bile as she suffered through her oral rape.

In less then two minutes Joan had another problem. A much larger problem then the horrible taste of sperm and shit or her constant vomiting. It was breathing. With her throat plugged with her son's cock Joan couldn't breathe. She franticly started thrashing like a wild bronco. Trying her best to breathe. But it was to no avail. Like a broncobuster her son road her throat long and hard. Joan felt as if she was about to pass out when suddenly she felt her son's sperm shoot down her throat and into her churning stomach.

Joan gasped heavily as her son withdrew his spent man hood from her throat and mouth. She never knew that plain old air could feel so good as her burning lungs got relief. The renewed ability to breathe quelled her need to vomit. But her stomach still churned and the awful taste of sperm and shit still coated her tongue.

“That was just fuck'n fantastic!” Chirped Roger as he withdrew his spent fuck rod from his mother's mouth. “That's two down one more to go mommy.” Roger stated as he released his iron grip on his mother's ears. Looking down at his spent member Roger notice that although he had just face fucked his mom his cock was still covered with sperm and shit slime. Reaching down Roger clamped down hard on his mother's bloated, whipped nippers enlisting a gurgling howl from her. “Mommy you were suppose to clean my dong. Not mess it up more.” Growled Roger as he twisted his mother's nipples

Mewing and gurgling in agonizing pain Joan lanced out her tongue and begin licking the sperm and shit slime off her son's drooping phallus.

With amusement Roger watched his mom licking his cock clean. It was intense. Every time his mommy's velvety tongue danced across his cock sent an electrical charge of pure delight to tingle through him. His limp cock started to twitched back to life. Especially when her tongue slid across his piss slit. After a good ten minutes his third load of jism exploded out of his fuck rod. This one splattered across his mommy's face. Coating it with a thick layer of gooey slim.

With his prick once again drooping he stood back and looked his mommy over. He was delighted as the results he had created. He bet himself that dear old dad never had this much fun with mommy. Nope dad was the pure vanilla type. Strait missionary intercourse. Nothing fancy. Just strait sex. Poor old dad would never know the pure joy of corn holing, deep throating and a wonderful cock cleaning. Not to mention the excitement of teaching mommy to obey his every command with a single peace of crude equipment. A wire clothes hanger. Yep good old dad just didn't know what good time he had missed being the stuffy old coot that he was. Now that he was dead he would never know. Too bad. His lost was Roger's gain. Roger was going to fuck his mommy every which way and remold her to his liking.

Still looking at his kneeling mother Roger saw that her stomach was convolsating. Swooshing the clothes hanger past his mother's jism dripping face he barked threateningly, “MOMMY if you puke my jism out I stuff this hanger up your poop chute. Then I'll roto-rooter that shitter out till you lick up every speck that you spewed out!” With amusement Roger watched his mommy rapidly swallow hard several times as she fought the urge to vomit.

end of chapter 3

The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Four

“The HOOTER-MOBILE is all topped off mommy.” Roger snickered as he walked behind his kneeling mother. “Lets see now. What should the second booby drag race be for?” Roger asked as he slammed his hand into the back of his mother's head.

The force of the blow caused Joan to pitch forward. With her arms still pined behind her back in the hammer lock position the thirty-eight-year-old mother had no way to check her fall. She slammed face first into the floor. Crushing her abused, swollen nipples and her newly developed minitits into the rug. Leaving her well whipped heinie sticking up high.

“Now what could the second booby drag race possibly be?” Roger asked his mother as he rammed his hand back into his mother's twat and thumb into her just reamed shitter. Though he already knew what was going to happen he left his mom in suspense for a few minuets. “I know. Our chew toy must be losing its flavor. So lets add some flavoring to our chew toy. Pick our chew toy back up mommy!” Roger hoisted his mom's knees back off the floor by her twat and started slashing his mom's ass once again.

Franticly Joan upon her tortured nipples and breasts scooted across the rug to her sodden panties. Using only her lips and teeth she quickly repacked her mouth with her soiled, soggy undergarment. Once they were fully in she started to chew on them.

“Mommy the second booby drag race ends at the chew toy flavoring bin.” Roger snapped as soon as her saw his mother resume chewing on her soiled panties once again.

Joan wondered where the flavoring bin was. The last flavoring was her own urine and feces. So she wondered if her next destination was the dirty clothes hamper in her bathroom for another pair of soiled panties. Thinking this Joan started to turn herself around (upon her tortured breasts) in the hallway to reenter her bedroom with the intention of going to her bathroom as quickly as she could so that her son would stop slashing her tenderized buttocks.

Curious as to where his mother was heading Roger let her take the lead though he continued to waylay her fanny. When his mom scooted herself up to her dirty clothes hamper Roger burst out laughing as he realized that she thought that another pair of panties from the dirty close hamper was the reflavoring that he was referring to. Boy was she in for a hell of a surprise.

But for shit and grins he went along with her. He yanked his hand out of his mother's twat allowing her to crash to the tiled bathroom floor upon her knees. He then grabbed a hand full of hair and twisted it around his hand. Then he jerked her upright. After flipping open the top of the hamper he shoved his mother's head deep into it.

Not having done the laundry in over a week the dirty clothes hamper was nearly full. So with her head immersed halfway into the hamper Joan had a wide assortment of dirty panties to select from. Catching a whiff of a particular raunchy pair of panties Joan decided on them for her reflavoring. But what about the panties that she was now chewing on? Should she discard them in favor of the new one? Or should she just add the new panties to the one already in her mouth?

Joan did not want to risk angering her son so she decided to add the new soiled panties with the old. It was a bit tricky to get the new soiled panties into her mouth especially without the usage of her hands. But she managed to get half of them in her mouth when suddenly her head was jerked out of the hamper. With a half a pair of the raunchy panties from the dirty clothes hamper hanging out of her mouth Joan looked up at her son's grinning face.

“Its ok if you want two chew toys mommy. But the first chew toy still need reflavoring.” Snickered Roger as he slammed his mom's face into the tiled floor of the bathroom.

Blood gushed from Joan's nose as her son rammed his hand back into her vagina and his thumb into her slick rectum. “So its off to Tiger-Kitty's litter box for some reflavoring.” Chuckled Roger as he yanked his mother's knees off the floor by her twat.

Joan's stomach churned with revulsion at the news of her reflavoring. She had been on her daughter's case for several days now to clean her cat's litter box out. So Joan knew that the litter box was ripe. Soon she would be reflavoring her ‘chew toy' that she was still chewing with the contents of that cat litter box. And what of the ‘chew toy' half in her mouth and half hanging out of her mouth? Joan shuddered at the thought.

Spurred on by her son lashing her rear with the hanger Joan thrust and shimmed upon her raw, swollen, rug burned, agonizingly pain filled nipples. Moving forwarded along in tiny little spurts. Out of her bathroom, through her bedroom, along the upstairs hallway to the head of the main stairs.

The thirty-eight-year-old mother experienced a whole new world of hurt as she tit walked herself down the main stairs. She wanted to stop several times but her son wouldn't allow it. Using both the hanger across her ass and his hand in her cunt the seventeen-year-old-son made sure his mom stayed in motion. Even when she reached the bottom of the stairs Joan was force to tit walk herself from the main entry hallway, across the living room through the dining room, into the kitchen and out into the utility room where Tiger-Kitty's litter box was before her son let her come to a stop.

Roger lowered his mom to the floor but kept his hand imbedded in her twat and shitter.

“Ok mommy reflavoring time. Put both of them chew toys next to the reflavoring bin.”

Using her tongue Joan pushed both sets of panties out of her mouth. Onto the utility room dirty floor.

“Spread out them chew toys.”

Using her nose Joan spread first the saliva soaked original panties out flat then the new raunchy pair.

“Ok mommy select four of the nicest flavor tubes. Four nice long, thick ones. And place two of them in the center of each chew toy.”

Joan had only one way to get the ‘flavor tubes' from the ‘flavoring bin' to her ‘chew toys'. By mouth. The thirty-eight-year-old mother shuddered at the thought. It was hard for her to work up the courage to retrieve cat shit with her mouth. Joan was jolted into action as her ass was set ablaze once again by the dreaded clothes hanger.

Like a hog searching for truffles the thirty-eight-year-old mother rooted through the gritty cat litter in search of the longest and thickest of Tiger-Kitty's feces. Finding a really good one Joan gently so not to brake it up wrapped her lips around the cat litter coated turd. Lifting the ‘flavor tube' out of the ‘flavoring bin' Joan gently placed it in the center of her saliva sogged ‘chew toy'. Joan then rooted out three more of the choicest ‘flavor tubes' and placed them on the ‘chew toys' Two on each.

“Ok mommy use that snout to uncover the flavor wafers at the bottom of the flavoring bin.”

Using her nose Joan brushed aside the over laying cat litter until she got down to the cat litter that was clumped together by Tiger-Kitty's piss. Joan's eyes watered up as the ammonia vapors from cat piss seeped into her eyes.

“Put one of the flavor wafers in each chew toy.”

Using her teeth Joan scraped up some of the cake like piss clump of cat litter into her mouth. Her stomach did flip-flops as she transferred the piss soaked cat litter to both of her soiled panties.

“Now mommy wrap up them chew toys.”

Using only her mouth Joan folded her panties into two little bundles that were filled with Tiger-Kitty's waste products.

“Mommy you may chew on the new chew toy now.”

Opening her mouth wide the thirty-eight-year-old mother worked the raunchy pair of panties that she had dug out of the dirty clothes hamper into her mouth. It took a little tongue action but once she had the panties complete in her oral cavity she closed it and started chewing.

Joan almost upchuck as her stomach rebelled as the taste of cat shit and cat piss flooded her taste buds. Almost! But the fear of having the wire clothes hanger shoved up her rear passage then spun around convinced the thirty-eight-year-old mother to keep her stomach contain down as she chew her flavor enhanced chew toy. The new additives certainly did put extra zing in the chew toy.

Once his mother was chewing on raunchy pair of panties that was filled with cat shit and piss Roger popped his hand out of her tight twat and had her kneel up right.

“Tasty is it mommy?”

The look of revulsion on his mom's face was pure gold. It said everything without her saying a single word. Roger had finally found something that his bratty sister's worthless cat was good for.

As he watched his mom chewing Roger's cock twitched and started to stiffen. He could feel his balls filling up with a fresh load of sperm.

The thirty-eight-year-old mother watched her son root around the utility room gathering a myriad of diverse items as she chewed and chewed and chewed on cat feces and urine. She had to fight with all of soul to keep from retching. Her tummy could be seen churning violently.

After gathering the items and placing them in a pillowcase Roger bellowed, “POSITION!”

The thirty-eight-year-old mother pitched herself forward. Even though she prepared herself as best as she could Joan screamed in agonizing pain pass her panties she was chewing as her bloated well whipped nipples slammed into the floor.

“OK mommy pick up the other chew toy So we will have it for later.”

Being careful not to let the panties she was chewing on or any of its contents fall out of her mouth Mrs. Joan Peterson picked up the original saliva soaked ‘chew toy' with its yummy chewy center with her lips.

Joan grunted in pain as her son rammed his right hand back into her aching vagina and thumb into her slimy rectum.

“Ok mommy lets do the third booby drag race. Back up stairs to Barbara 's room.” Roger informed his mom as his twat and shitter buried hand jerked her up off her knees.

Mrs. Joan Peterson started her agonizing booby drag race journey this one to her daughter's bedroom upon her pain filled battered nipples with her son motivating her on with the accursed wire clothes hanger...

end of chapter 4

The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Five

The completion of the third ‘booby drag race' had been a long arduous task. Painful? Yes. Very. Very, very painful. But now it was over. Mrs. Joan Peterson had never realized just how far it was from the small utility room just off the kitchen to her daughter's bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway. But she knew now. God how she knew. Never in her wildest dreams would she had thought of the mode of travel she had taken to travel that distance. It was an insane way to move about. Totally insane. One-hundred percent bonkers. But she did it. Not that Mrs. Joan Peterson was crazy. Though she felt that her sanity was rapidly slipping away. She was sure that she would be over the deep end very shortly. No it wasn't Mrs. Joan Peterson that was nuttier than a fruitcake. Nope it wasn't her. It was the other person in her daughter's bedroom with her. Her seventeen-year-old son. Her half nude son. Her naked below the waist lunatic son.

Before ten o-clock this morning Joan had thought that she had a perfectly normal teenage son. He had become lazy and had dropped out of school. He would hold up in his room for days on end. But she chocked that up to the passing of his father a few months ago. She was sure that he would snap out of it soon. Over all Joan thought she had a pretty good kid.

That was until she found that horrid bondage tape in the VCR. That's when her entire would turned up side-down. And to her grave regret found out how very sick her son truly was. Oh how she had wished that she had never found that bondage tape. She would rather have foolishly lived in ignorance of her son's sadistic nature as he fantasized over bondage videos. Instead knowing about and becoming an unwilling participant in her son's sadistic pleasures.

Now it was too late. She had suffered unmanageable tortures at the sadistic hands of her son. She was positive that her posterior was scared for life and her poor nipples were ruined. Though her vagina had taken terrible abuse her son as of yet had not had intercourse with her. He had push his penis into her. In both her mouth and rectum. He had brutally raped her in those two places. But had yet raped her in the vagina. That was not to say that her son had not taken liberties with her vagina. Instead of his phallus it was the four fingers and palm of his right hand that he had shoved deep inside her. He did not use his hand as a substitute phallus. Nope nothing so mundane. The hand her son had jammed into her vagina served only as a convenient way he could hold her knees off the floor. This caused most of her weight to press down on her boated, pain riddled, savagely whipped nipples.

With her legs folded back, secured thighs to calves with belts and her hammerlock position arms held in place with belts that threatened to choke her if she dared to move them and her son holding her knees off the floor via her vagina Mrs. Joan Peterson felt as if she had been converted into some bizarre type of wheelbarrow.

All of her restrained muscles were cramping so much that the twitching and bulging flesh was burning intensely. And to top it all off she was sure that she would never get the taste of her daughter's pet cat urine and feces out of her mouth.

Yes Mrs. Joan Peterson truly wished she had never found that dreadful bondage videotape titled ‘Missy's Breasts Bondage'.

From her servitude position Joan watched her son dump the contents of the pillowcase that he had gathered from the utility room onto her daughters bed. Once the contents were on the bed he ripped of the pink canopy top off her daughter's four posted canopy bed. Next he stood on the bed and screwed two eyebolts into the tops of the six foot high solid Maplewood footboard bedposts and screwed an eyebolt in the ceiling over the center of the bed. With that done he attached a hand crank winch (it had been on the boat trailer before it had been swapped out for an electric winch.) to the wall above the headboard. After placing the winch in the free fall position Joan watched her son feed the winch's stainless steel cable through the eyebolt in the ceiling and down to the footboard.

Setting on the footboard of his sister's bed Roger barked menacingly, “MOMMY, COME HERE.”

Groaning in misery the thirty-eight-year-old mother shimmied and squirmed on her tortured nipples and breasts over to her son.

“Mommy, present those boobies that belong to me!”

Joan struggled up on to her knees before her sadistic son. She shuttered in fear as her son lassoed her left breasts with a length of cotton clothesline. After pulling the loop snuggly around the base of her left breast her son did the same with another length of clothesline around the base of her right breast. With horror Joan watched her son stand up on the foot of her daughter's bed with the two lines lassoing her breasts and the winch's cable. Her son threaded the line lassoing her left breast through the eyebolt screwed in to the right footboard post and the right breast line through the left footboard post's eyebolt. Now the two breasts lines were crossed. He then secured the two crossed breasts lines to the wench's cable.

With an evil smirk on his face Roger got off the bed and went to the wall mounted wench. He set the wench to the hoist position and turned the handle.

Mrs. Joan Peterson spit out her chew toy and screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the two clothes lines lassoing her breasts tighten, “OH GOD NO! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE ROGER PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO YOUR OWN MOTHER! PLEASE ROGER!”

Roger didn't stop. He continued to crank the wench's handle. The two clotheslines became tighter and tighter and tighter. The bases of Joan's breasts were squished to one-third of there normal circumference. This took all of slack out of the thirty-eight-year-old woman breasts tissue. They no longer laid droopily on her chest. Instead they stuck out from her chest like two over ripe cantaloupes. Though the crushing of the bases of her breasts was very painful it wasn't near the agonizing pain that roared through her newly created minitits and nipples as their skin was stretched taunt as her breasts ballooned. At bad as the pain in her ballooned breasts was it was at a level that the thirty-eight-year-old mother could tolerate. It was far less painful then having her breasts whipped with the wire clothes hanger. Not only were her breasts squeezed in to two tight balloons they were also pulled upward towards the tops of the footboard posts. And with the two lines crossed her breasts were pulled towards each other. Joan strain hard to thrush her snared breasts upward to relive some of the painful strain on them. Though she prayed that her son would release her breasts she knew he would not. Joan let out a small sigh of relief when her evil son stopped turning the wench's handle.

The thirty-eight-year-old mother watched her seventeen-year-old son climb up on her daughter's bed. He knelt before her sperm coated face. His eight-inch bone stiff cock bobbing across her lips. Reluctantly Joan lanced her tongue out and lapped it across the bulbous head of her son's bobbing phallus.

“I want more then a lick job this time mommy!” Roger growled as her shoved his cock into his mother's mouth. “I want some sucking to go with that licking mommy. I want you to hove my spunk right out of my balls. Understand mommy?”

With her mouth full of her son's cock Joan answered his question by sucking as hard as she could on the throbbing flesh. As her son's rigid prick pummeled in and out of her mouth and throat Joan sucked hard on it. She even swirled and twirled her tongue around the stiff shaft. She lapped furiously at the piss slit whenever it was pulled back out of her throat. Though this was her first full-fledged deep throating blowjob the thirty-eight-year-old mother was doing it like a pro.

Having ejaculated three times already Joan had to suck and lick while being deep throated for over thirty minutes before her evil son released his forth load of sperm which was jetted directly into her rumbling stomach.

With a purr of contentment Roger pulled his spent fuck rod from his mother's sucking, licking mouth. “That was very nice mommy.” Roger cooed as he got off his sister's bed. “You did such a good job that I'm going to let you have both of your chew toys.”

Roger picked up both of his mother's cat shit and cat piss filled panties and stuffed them both into her mouth.


Mrs. Joan Peterson instantly started chewing on both of her chew toys that were filled with their chewy flavor centers. As she chewed away her son wrapped several layers of duct tape around her head and across her mouth. When done the entire bottom half of Joan's head was cocooned by the sliver tape. Now even if she dared to Joan couldn't eject the fowl tasting panties from her mouth.

“Well mommy we had a most enjoyable day so far but I need a little rest before sis comes home to join in on the fun. Snickered Roger.

On hearing her son the thirty-eight-year-old mother went berserk. It was bad enough for her very own son to rape and torture her. But to do the same to her fifteen-year-old daughter was totally unacceptable. Joan tried to vehemently convey her objections to her sadistic son. But with her mouth stuffed full of cat bodily waste products filled panties the only thing that made its way pass her taped up mouth was a stream of unintelligible muffled howls. Still she tried.

Roger enjoyed his mother's frantic muffled antics. Though he could not understand a single word his mother was franticly trying to convey he knew she was trying to talk him out of letting his brainy, snot nose little sister join in on the fun time.

Roger walked back over to where the wench was. “Mommy while I get a bit of rest what do you say to you hanging around till little sis gets home.” Roger giggled as he grabbed the winch handle.

Mrs. Joan Peterson stopped her protesting of the inclusion of her daughter onto her son's sadistic world and started screaming in agonizing pain as she was lifted up off the floor by her lassoed breasts. She tried with every ounce of strength that she possessed to free her hammer locked arms from behind her back. But it was to no avail. The only thing she achieve was increasing the ripping pain in her lassoed breasts and choke herself into submission.

Higher and higher Roger lifted his mother by her ballooned breasts. He loved the way she flayed about and struggled to free her bound hands. When her flaying knees cleared the top edge of the bed's footboard his mommy did a mid air about face as the crossed line that were snaring her ballooned breasts unwound. She rocked back and for a bit then settled down. Her knees flayed wildly about as they sought some sort of perch to relive the agonizing strain on the breasts that held her suspended.

Roger climbed into his sister's bed. Laying down he begin to fist his limp cock as he watched his mommy struggle to free herself. Though his cock stirred a bit it did not become fully erect. But that was alright. After all he had pop four large loads of his male seed. One up his mommy's virgin poop-chute, two into her tummy, and one across her face. All in all it had been a very active day for his fuck rod. It deserved a little rest before little sis showed up. So with that in mind Roger drifted off to sleep with his mother's wild midair bucking.

The thirty-eight-year-old mother could hear her seventeen-year-old son snoring in deep restful slumber behind her. She wished that she could join him. God knows how she wished she could just lay down to ease her suffering. But that was not to be. Mrs. Joan Peterson remained hanging in agony by her ballooned breasts. She was sure that any moment now her breasts would be ripped of her chest. That didn't happen either. She remained dangling from her daughter's footboard bedposts.

Joan had no idea how long she hung by her breasts like a slab of beef waiting for inspection. But through the haze of unrelenting pain Joan heard her fifteen-year-old daughter's chirpy, cheerful voice. “ Oh god please no! Please God no. Let my daughter escape from her insane brother's clutches .” Joan prayed behind her duct-taped mouth that was stuffed with two pairs of her panties that were filled by the pet cat's bodily waste products.


end of chapter 5

To Be Continued

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