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Sex Slave Mother
Mark King and his younger brother Tommy worked in the garage for a couple of hours, getting it ready; talking about what they were going to do to their mother; keeping their excitement at a high pitch. Their cocks stayed very hard as they worked. What they have been planning for weeks now, were some unthinkable and unspeakable acts, with and to, their own mother. Tomorrow their Easter vacation starts. They figured a week should be plenty of time to accomplish their objective.
"Now, let's get our mother out here Tommy."
Tommy opened the door of the garage, peeking into the kitchen.
"Mom, Mark wants you in the garage."
Susan King, Mark and Tommy's mother, was a tall willowy blond, in her early thirties. She had lost none of her good looks. In fact, she is exceptionally beautiful. If not for her sexy, voluptuous body, she could be one of the world's most beautiful models, that grace the covers of the current popular women's magazines. However, with her drop dead good looks, her high tilted breasts, and a measurement of 38-24-36, she looks more like the centerfolds of Playboy and Penthouse magazines. With her golden blond hair swung about her shoulders; glittering from constant brushing; she looks like a twenty-year-old from afar, instead of a thirty-one-year-old, mature, young mother of two prepuberty boys. Widowed for the past two years, she almost never dates. Now she lives only for her two young sons. With the income from her husband's life insurance, she doesn't have to work. She stays at home and concentrates on taking care of her boys. However, Susan has a hard time with her two young sons. They refuse to obey her; running wild around the neighborhood. She was afraid they would get into serious trouble some day. She had no control over them anymore, not since losing their father. Maybe she shouldn't spoil them so much by giving into their every demand, she thought. "Nevertheless, I love them so much. They are my life," she thinks.
Tommy watched his mother's dress swirled about her slim legs in a most attractive manner. Her tits, still firm, and with up tilted nipples, strained at the bodice of her low cut sundress, and made Tommy's cock became even harder.
Susan entered the garage, seeing Tommy's face just before he let the door close. Susan felt apprehensive. Immediately, they shoved a looped rope over her hand. Susan gave a cry of surprise. They looped another rope on her other wrist before she could recover, and they pulled her hands behind her back.
"What are you doing?" she snapped, struggling.
Susan's arms ached as her sons pulled her hands behind her and upwards. They pulled her backwards, and tied her arms to the wall of the garage.
"Turn me loose, now! The two of you are going to get into serious trouble."
Susan struggled, but the more she writhed, the more pain she felt in her shoulders. She stamped her feet in frustrated anger, glaring at her sons.
Tommy and Mark stood back, looking at their mother as she twisted. The look in their young eyes was frightening to her. How could she allow two young boys tie her up? Mark was only thirteen years old and Tommy has just turned twelve. Tommy and Mark were too young for this, Susan thought, wondering where and how they had gotten such ideas.
"Let's take off her panties." Tommy said. " Let's see her cunt. I wanna see if she's really hairy on her cunt."
"Tommy!" Susan snapped.
"Aw, Mom," Mark said. "You might as well shut up. We ain't gonna let you loose for a while. We are gonna have some fun with you first."
Susan saw that his cock was standing up hard. So was Tommy's cock. They were excited, she realized. None of her threats had affected them. She was helpless.
"Please," she said, thinking perhaps that pleading would help. " Please, untie me. I'm your mother. We'll forget this if you'll untie me now. My arms hurt."
"We gotta see your cunt first, Mom," Mark said.
"Don't say that!" Susan whimpered. "Don't say those words! I'm your mother!"
"We can say any fucking thing we wanna say." Tommy said.
"And we see any fucking thing we wanna see." Mark replied, stroking his throbbing cock though his pants.
As they approached her, Susan struggled tried to keep them from grabbing her feet, but they were fast. Her sons looped ropes about her ankles, then pulled her feet apart, very wide. The ropes at her ankles were secured to the wall of the garage also. The boys work together, until their mother spread-eagled against the wall. Susan felt so humiliated to be tied up this way. Tears were in her eyes.
"Lift her dress,' Mark said, lets see Mom's panties."
"Don't!" Susan said quickly. "Don't you dare!"
On seeing the expression on her son's faces, Susan softens her voice and pleaded, "You shouldn't be doing this to your own mother, It's not nice. Let me go now, and I won't ever say anything about this, never."
"It's too late, Mom, raise her fucking dress, Tommy."
"Oh, God . . . please!"
Susan began to sob softly as Tommy grabbed the hem of his mother's dress, lifting it up; exposing her long, slim, creamy thighs. Their mother's sexy body shook as tears streamed from her beautiful, blue eyes. Susan felt the hot flush of shame come over her cheeks, and she turned her head to one side, as if trying to hide her shame from her sons' eyes.
They gazed at their mother's creamy thighs, seeing them stretched wide. Tommy lifted his mother's dress higher. And his eyes went wide as her lace panties were exposed.
Susan wished she had worn another pair, not the tiny, flimsy lace bikini one that hugged her round ass tightly. They could see the shadow of her cunt hair, formed in a lovely triangle, through the thin panties. The crotch was pulled tight, and her blond pubic hair curled from the edges of it.
"Looked at her cunt!" Tommy gasped. "She's sure got lots of funking golden hair on it. Our mother is a real blond."
Tommy was more excited now. "Let's take her dress off. I wanna see everything."
"Yeah, let's do that!"
"Oh, please don't," Susan sobbed. "You've seen enough! Don't take my dress off."
Tommy got a knife and opened the top of his mother's dress, slicing downward. Her dress torn all the way down the front, it hung open, her bra showing, almost overflowing with her creamy tits. Susan felt naked before her sons eyes. Waves upon waves of shameful red color flush hotter than ever to her beautiful face.
Tommy pulled the ruined dress from his mother's body. He stood back with Mark, both of them staring at their mother, dressed only in bra and panties. Their eyes glowed with awed excitement. Their cocks stood up in throbbing hardness; quivering, sticking out of their open zippers.
Susan glanced at her sons, and through the blur of her tears, she could not help but see their hard cocks; surprisingly long and thick for their young ages. A lurch went through her; a burning sensation. Her mind cried out at what was happening to her. Her cunt, she realized, was getting wet! Her cunt never got wet without being touched!
"She's pretty!" Mark said in a low voice.
"Beautiful, you mean, " Tommy corrected, looking at their mother's almost nude, sexy body, while gripping his cock hard
"I think Mom is much better looking and even sexier then all of those Playboy's centerfolds you hang in your room put together, bro." Tommy commented to his older brother.
"I agree with you there 100%!" Mark replied.
Susan wanted to scream; to get free. She twisted and turned. Not knowing that her movements turned her young sons on, and made them even more excited.
Mark came closer, and she felt him running his hand over her lustrous creamy tits. She whimpered as he squeezed one, then the other soft, yet firm tits. Tommy had stepped to her side, and she felt his nervous hand moving along her smooth flat stomach. Then it was between her legs, moving back and forth. Susan felt her cunt twitch, sucking inward, as her younger son's palm rubbed the growing wetness.
"Let's get her naked," Mark said, his voice sounding husky. "Let's take everything off our mother."
They worked feverishly, their hands shaking, removing their mother's bra, and then cutting their mother's panties off.
Susan felt so ashamed as she became naked before her young sons' eyes. Her creamy tits strained out, nipples were hard and arching upwards.
She whimpered when her sons began to feel her naked tits. They massaging and began squeezing her firm white flesh. She felt a sharp pain when her pink nipples were pinched and twisted. She felt wet heat on one nipple, then she turned to look down. Tommy was sucking at her tit. Sucking vigorously. His tongue swirling, as his lips pulled at his own mother's hard pink nipple.
Mark was watching his brother sucking their mother' tit, and then he, too, began to suck on the other one. They felt their mother's nipples begin to throb, and begin getting harder and longer, in their sucking mouths. Susan felt the hardness of their cocks pressing against her thighs, throbbing and dripping, leaving a wet spot on each shapely thigh near her hips.
"Please, please." She begged. "Don't do this to me! I'm your mother! You can't do this to your own mother . . . it's not right!"
She felt hands on her naked ass cheeks. Hands that stroked and squeezed their creamy softness. They kept sucking at her creamy tits, using their teeth now. Biting hard on her expanded and elongated rock hard nipples, making their mother cries out in pain. They began to pinch the smooth cheeks of her ass cheeks brutally. Fingers pulled at the hair of her cunt, sending a searing pain through her crotch. She twisted and wriggled, but the ropes held her secure in the obscene, spread-eagled position.
Mark and Tommy pulled back, looking at their mother's creamy quivering tits with pure lust in their young eyes. Susan watched them step back, then squat down. They looked up between their mother's wide spread legs. Shame flooded Susan's face. Open, from the way her legs were stretched, she knew her young sons were looking directly at her obscenely displayed pussy.
Mark and Tommy saw the pink lips of their mother's cunt slightly opened like two rose petals fresh with morning dew, covered with fine silky golden pussy hair. The young brothers also saw her slightly swollen clit peeking out from its protective hood like a little shy unopen flower bud. Their mother's cunt was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen in their young lives. Mark can't resist, and slips his hand to his mother's beautiful blond pussy, and cups it, squeezing, with a finger almost inside.
Susan shook, her hips jerking back.
"Don't!" she snapped. "Don't do that!"
Mark laughed. "Why the fuck not. Mom? What are you gonna do to me -- spank me?"
He thrust his finger into his mother's cunt.
"Ohhh, damn you!" Susan shouted "Damn you! Damn you!"......(cont)
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