Pulling away from Cindy's ass, Howie stood up, looked into his mother's hotly glowing eyes a moment, seeing her mouth surrounded by blonde cunt hair, her nose buried into it. He felt his cock throb, and he slipped behind his mother.
"Shove your cunt back, Mother!" he grunted.
Joan shoved her ass back at her son, her lips wide open and sucking, her tongue fucking into Cindy's fiery cunt. Howie rammed his cock into his mother's cunt swiftly, fucking deep. Joan moaned in delight, her cunt gripping his cock tightly, her naked ass swaying for him. Howie clung to his mother's hips, driving his cock fast up her pussy. He fucked into her so hard, it caused Joan's mouth to smash into Cindy's cunt. Cindy squealed and whimpered as the pleasure flooded her hanging body.
"Ohhh, you'll have me coming soon!" she shouted.
"Who's stopping you?" Howie said over his mother's back. "Come in Mother's cunt sucking mouth, Cindy! Mother loves hot cunt in her cocksucking face?"
He smacked his cock into his mother's cunt hard, making wet sounds.
"I'm going to come!" Cindy shouted. "Ohhh, God! Lick me, Joan! My cunt is so hot… I'm going to cum."
Joan sucked and licked furiously, her face smeared now with the seeping juices from Cindy's succulent cunt. She stabbed her tongue as deep as she could, swirling it about the velvet soft cunt walls, dragging it up over the knotted elk. She closed her lips around the hard clit and sucked it like a tiny cock.
Cindy screamed, this time with intense ecstasy. Her cunt grabbed at Joan's tongue, sucking on it, squeezing it. Howie fucked his cock back and forth in his mother's cunt, smacking his balls against her. His eyes were squeezed tight, his young face a grimace of tormented ecstasy.
"I'm gonna fill your hot cunt, Mother!" he grunted, pressing into her ass cheeks tightly, his cock throbbing inside her cunt.
Joan's pussy erupted into a powerful orgasm. She wailed into Cindy's cunt as the orgasm burned deliciously through her pussy. The orgasms were so light, her cunt seemed to claw at her son's cock, gripping in hot waves of rippling motion.
Howie groaned, and his cock sprayed the walls of his mother's cunt. Come juice gushed, his balls writhing as they emptied into her pussy. Joan's naked body trembled as she took her son's come juice up her cunt, the scalding sweetness of Cindy's pussy juice almost squirting into her mouth.
Howie pulled his cock free and moved toward Cindy's face. He rubbed the wet cock head across her lips, then stuffed it into her mouth. This time, Cindy took his cock into her mouth willingly, her tongue racing about the dripping piss hole, tasting come juice mixed with the hot juices of Joan's cunt. Almost immediately, Howie's cock turned hard again, and he pulled it out of Joan's mouth.
"On your knees, Mother," he said.
Joan went to her knees quickly. Her hands tied behind her back, the rope looped around her neck, she couldn't shove her face forward. So Howie stood in front of her, fucking his cock into her mouth.
Cindy saw it, and her body started to steam again. "Let me!" she whined. "Howie, let me suck it off!"
"You'll get your chance, bitch," he said, twisting his fingers into his mother's hair, yanking her face back and forth, making his mother fuck his cock with her mouth. "Mother, I've got another load here, and this time it goes in your cocksucking mouth!"
Joan sucked as frantically as she could, the pain in her head severe because he yanked her hair hard. Howie's cock was so hard and hot between her lips, and her cunt bubbled again.
But before his mother came, he started gushing creamy come juice into her mouth. Joan whimpered as his jism flew across her tongue, then down her throat, burning and sweet. She sucked powerfully, her naked ass swaying. Cindy's eyes smoldered, watching Joan swallowing hungrily, taking all the come juice from her son's cock.
And then she was the one who came.
CHAPTER NINE
Howie allowed his mother and Cindy to clean up. He had no fear that Cindy would try to run now. He was pleased with himself; he had discovered his mother's secret passion, and was teaching Cindy to like it, too.
As they bathed, he made his call.
It was late morning by now, and although he had not slept, he wasn't in the least tired. Neither were his mother and Cindy, apparently. Both, although blushing a great deal, seemed as fresh as usual. He said nothing to them about calling Jack. He didn't tell Jack, either, about anything. He wanted to surprise Jack and humiliate his mother and the man's daughter at the same time. He was sure Jack would like it, but he wasn't so sure about Cindy. His mother would find it delightful of that he had no doubt. His mother go off on being embarrassed, shamed, made to do all those erotic things he felt she wouldn't do otherwise.
After they were squeaky clean, he had his mother put on fresh nylons, with a different garter belt, and her high-heeled shoes. He found more nylons that fit Cindy, and had her put them on, although there were no high heels that fit her. He placed garters on her nylons, teasing Cindy by spreading her legs, kissing her cunt, then biting at her clit hard enough to make her gasp with pain.
Cindy was sitting on the edge of his mother's bed, and when he stood up, he shoved her flat on her back, jerking her legs wide.
"Stick your fingers up her cunt, Mother," he said.
Joan, knowing enough to obey, stood on her knees and fingerfucked Cindy.
"Now let her suck your finger," he demanded.
When Joan's finger entered her mouth, Cindy began to suck at it hungrily, her naked ass twisting on the bed.
"Enough," Howie said. "I don't want you two to become overheated, not yet."
He took them back into the living room. For a while, he simply had them walk around, shaking their naked asses and jiggling their tits for him. He held the leather belt, swinging it back and forth, threatening them with it if they didn't do what he said.
"Get on the coffee table, Cindy," he said. "On your stomach."
Cindy glanced at Joan, and Joan nodded her head, her eyes warning the girl that her son could become quite brutal if she hesitated. Cindy lay over the table, her tits hanging over the sharp edge of it. Howie began to tie her to the table, putting a pillow underneath her cunt to lift her ass high into the air. He tied her hands outward, stretching her arms to each corner of the table. Then he secured her knees wide apart, so her cunt was exposed. Finally, he placed a blindfold about Cindy's eyes.
"Why?" she asked. "I want to watch."
"Shut up, cunt!" he snarled. "You'll do just what I say."
"But, Howie…"
He picked up the belt and lashed at her uplifted ass, making Cindy cry out in pain.
"Okay!" she screamed. "Okay, don't hurt me anymore!"
Cindy couldn't see, and her ass was in the air, her arms stretched to each side, her knees open and her cunt pooching from her thighs.
"Shove your face in her hot ass, Mother," Howie said. "Get on your knees and stick your tongue up her shitty asshole."
When his mother was on her knees behind Cindy, Howie lashed her hands to the coffee table, then pulled her knees wide and tied them to hooks in the floor. He saw his mother holding her face off Cindy's ass, resting her chin on the hot, creamy split of the ass cheeks. Then he used rope to tie about his mother's head, drawing it underneath Cindy's hips. He shoved his mother's face into the crack of the girl's ass, making sure her mouth was pressed against the puckering asshole.
"Now, lick her asshole, Mother," he demanded.
Cindy shivered, feeling Joan's lips close around her asshole, her tongue pressing at the hot tightness. She felt the need to shit and piss, and tried to close everything as tightly as she could. It would be so embarrassing if she should piss, or worse, shit in Joan's face.
A thought came to her.
"Howie, I've got to get home," she said. "My father might…"