To her horror Susan felt her cunt explode, gripping in waves of orgasm around the cucumber. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth was filled with hot, thick, creamy come juice. Some of it seeped from the corners of her lips, dripping to her tits. The orgasm went on and on, and Susan was groaning around Tommy's cock.
"That was good," Tommy gasped, pulling his cock from his mother's mouth. He ran the wet tip of it about her lips, smearing them with come juice. "That was as good as her hot cunt, Freddie."
"I could see," his brother said. "I think Mom is going to be a damn good cocksucker. She just needs a little more training, but she's gonna be good, that's for sure."
Tommy slipped out of his pants, and Susan stared at his cock and balls. His cock and balls were hairless. The taste of his come juice lingered on her tongue, and she decided it wasn't as bad as she had thought it would be. In fact, she told herself, it was delicious. She wouldn't mind sucking his cock of her own free will, without all this tying up and pain.
Her mouth was coated with come juice, and she was afraid to lick her lips. She didn't want her sons to know she enjoyed it. The more she could hide from them, the better it would be for her, she thought. If they knew she was learning to love all this, there was no telling how far they would go to torment her.
She turned her head.
Freddie was doing something with a strong cord, attaching something to it. They were clips of some sort, she saw.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, fear in her voice.
"Just this," he replied.
Freddie clipped one to her nipple. The spring was very strong, and it sent boiling pain through her tit. She cried out.
"Stuff this into her fucking mouth, Tommy," Freddie said, handing his brother a pair of her panties. "They're nice and dirty in the crotch. Mom won't mind the taste of her own cunt, will you, Mom?"
"Don't you dare, Tommy!" she snapped, then her mouth was stuffed with her panties. She tasted the crotch, making a face. She groaned.
Her nipple felt as if it was being cut from her tit. Freddie clamped the other nipple, drawing the cord around her neck and tying it there. Her tits were lifted higher, her nipples stretched, a searing pain in them. Her eyes looked wild, her torment showing in them.
Her hands felt numb, her shoulders almost pulled out of their sockets. The broom handle beneath her knees had already caused her legs to go numb. The cucumber up her cunt felt even larger than before. The taste of her panties inside her mouth was sour, and she had to piss badly. Her tits burned with pain.
"We should have a picture of her," Freddie said. "We could show it around at school."
Susan shook her head violently. She would die of shame if anyone saw such a picture of her. Her shame would be exposed to all, and that would humiliate her until she couldn't show her face outside ever again.
Naked now, Tommy straddled his mother's face, rubbing his crotch against her. Susan felt the heat of her son's balls and cock on her face, and the way he rubbed his inner thighs along her cheeks felt good. If she did not have her panties stuffed into her mouth, she knew she would be licking and kissing at his crotch, his balls, his young cock.
Freddie dropped his pants, stroking his cock as he watched his brother rubbing against their mother's face. He moved up behind her, moving the swollen head of his cock in her hands, smearing her palms with pre-come. Susan, although she had very little feeling in her hands, felt him. She made an attempt to close her fingers about his cock.
Freddie's cock moved up and into her hair. She could feel it throbbing against her scalp.
Tommy stepped back, waving his cock before her eyes, watching his brother rub his prick through her hair.
Susan couldn't move and she couldn't talk. Yet she loved the feel of both cocks on her flesh, but never would she tell her sons.
Her head was suddenly jerked to one side, and she felt Freddie's cock sliding along her cheek. Just as the head of his cock touched her lips, he came. The scalding come juice splashed onto Susan's lips, and before she was aware of it, she opened her mouth. Come juice struck inside, and her tongue shoved the panties away. Freddie came over his mother's lips, and Susan was trying desperately to get the head of his cock in her mouth before he finished.
Freddie laughed, pulling his cock back, gushing come juice on her lips, her chin and her nose. Some splashed into her mouth, and Susan felt her cunt convulse again with a tight, burning orgasm.
Freddie and Tommy sat on the couch looking at her. Her face was coated with come juice, her eyes looking pitifully in the way she pleaded silently. The panties had been shoved into her mouth again, and the sour taste of the crotch mingled with the taste of come juice.
They had pulled the cucumber out of her cunt, and her need to piss was worse than ever. She was hurting badly.
Susan couldn't hold it back any longer.
Her face burned with shame as she felt herself pissing.
Freddie and Tommy laughed, watching the golden piss spurt from her hairy cunt, soaking into the carpet, pooling at her feet.
Susan sobbed in shame, unable to stop pissing. This was, to her, a final degradation, letting her sons know she couldn't control her bladder, watching her piss helplessly. She closed her eyes, and she pissed and pissed while her sons watched, roaring with delight.
CHAPTER FIVE
Susan couldn't understand her mixed emotions.
Freddie and Tommy led her about the house on the leash now, sometimes allowing her to dress, often only in panties, or perhaps just a bra. Most of the time, though, she was naked.
She was beginning to enjoy the collar around her neck, being pulled along like some household pet. She was beginning to be happy as the slave to her sons. Yet, she would always feel hatred for herself before they tied her up each day. Still, once she was tied up and helpless, her erotic nature took over.
Somewhere, the boys had gotten their hands on some very erotic articles. This morning she was fitted with a bra, or rather part of a bra. It cupped beneath her tits, lifting them, but her nipples were exposed, the creamy swells bulging up.
Nylons were on her long legs, with very high heels on her feet, and a black garter belt held the nylons up. Her ass and cunt were not concealed. With the collar around her neck and the leash always in one of the boy's hands, Susan felt as erotic as she looked.
It did not take much to get her cooperation now. She no longer fought against them when she saw the ropes or leash. She accepted them quietly, trembling inside with growing pleasure. She began to obey them without question. But if she wasn't fast enough when ordered, she received a painful slap across her ass or tits. There was always a leather belt nearby, and they used it liberally.
"You forgot my milk, Mom," Tommy accused as he placed his lunch before him.
"I'm sorry, Tommy," Susan replied, her eyes downcast. "I'll get it now."
As she turned her back, the belt, wielded by Freddie, came crashing across her naked ass. Susan yelped, her hips arching forward as the pain seared her flesh.
"Don't move!" Freddie demanded. "You only get more if you move, Mom! Now, stand still. You have two more coming."
Susan felt tears burn her eyes. The belt struck her naked ass painfully, and she stood as still as she could, waiting for the next blow. When it came, the loud smack filled the room. The stinging pain went through her body, and she felt her cunt throb. The final blow of the belt on her naked ass was harder yet, and Susan bit her lip as a mild orgasm exploded between her thighs.
With tears blurring her vision, she poured Tommy's milk, taking it to him.
"You're learning, Mom," he said, sliding his hand between her thighs, feeling her cunt. "Nice. Your cunt is wet. That's the way we want your cunt to be, wet and ready for us, you understand, Mom?"