Paul Gable

Mom in a harness

CHAPTER ONE

"Ohhhhhh, tie it tighter! Oh, yes, more, more!"

The lithe blonde widow tossed her head frantically on the crushed pillow behind her, her legs kicking out, while the big, black haired stud kept his head buried in her cunt muff. The sounds of her frantic wails mixed with the slurping of his tongue and lips while his hands gripped the woman just above her knees. Ropes had been tied to her wrists, the hemp chafing the woman's flesh as she pulled her arms and drew the rope taut.

"Ohhhhh, Gods tight… oh, please, please, do into me! Oh, please…"

Monica LeFevre whipped her naked, shivering legs against the bed, drawing them closely together to rub the insides of her thighs against the big man's head. It was wonderful, the most beautiful thing she had ever felt before is her life! Those thrilling sensations of his tongue scouring her pussy were increased by the pulling pressure of those ropes around her hands. Rubbing her ankles against the wrinkled sheets, Monica shook the long blonde hair from her eyes and peered heavy-lidded at the handsome stud servicing her pulsing cunt.

"Oh, please… please, don't tease me anymore. I can't take it," she panted, dropping her head back to the crushed pillow and letting out a soulful moan.

"Sure you can take it, Monica. You want more, more of the teasing, more of this shit!"

"Oh, please, Jack… oh, God, do it, do it to me!" the woman cried frantically, arching her back, wallowing her shoulder blades against the creaking bed, and drawing her knees up against Jack's head. The headboard rattled against the wall, leaving small hairline cracks in the blue plaster.

Just outside the bedroom door stood someone, someone who shouldn't have been there, someone who had tip-toed into the house and was now watching the man and woman. "Ohhhhh, Mother!"

Arlette LeFevre stood there, leaning heavily against the molding, her body damp with perspiration as she watched her mother twisting and turning on the bed. It was hideous, the most awful thing she had ever seen in her life!

Arlette had told her mother that she was going to the school football game tonight. She was going to be home no later than midnight. Everything seemed normal as before – well, as normal as things could have been after her father's desertion four years ago. The perky blonde teenager had come back home after having lost her wallet. Those strange sounds in her mother's bedroom had attracted her attention after she had trotted into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. Now she stood there by the partially opened door, the glass trembling in her hand, milk spilling onto her gripping fingers as she watched her mother and that man go crazy together on the bed.

"Oh, please, more, more! Ohhhhh, it's so good when you eat me out! Ohhhh…" Arlette blushed a deep red, closing her eyes and feeling a wave of nausea sweep over her as she watched her mother arching her back once more, hunching her spit-slicked cunt up to that stranger! Who was he? Naked, hairy, thickmuscled, he was hovering over her mother, holding her down to the squeaking bed while he had his mouth on her… on her thing! "Ohhhhh…" the girl moaned. Absolutely nothing had prepared the trembling girl for something like this. Her mother, she knew, was terribly lonely. There had been talk about her going out on dates or something. But nothing ever seemed to materialize. In a way, Arlette was glad her mother was always at home, always dependable. She was a rock, something the teenager could count on in her life! But now she saw the cock cracked, shattered as her mother twisted and jerked and writhed on the bed. Tied roped like that, her mother's arms were stretched high over her head, the backs of her fingers pressing against the headboard, while her thighs gripped that young stud's head.

"Oooooooh! Oh, yes, oh, yes!" Monica gasped, her face streaked with perspiration, her eyes closed while a pulse leaped in her throat. "Yes, when you touch me… touch me there… oh, God, I think I'm gonna die! Oh, yes, yesssss!"

Arlette dropped the glass of milk, shrinking, thinking the couple in there would hear the dull thud of the glass against the hall carpeting. But it would have taken a bomb to have aroused them. They were too intent on one another, too much involved in this sick little game to overhear something like the fallen milk glass.

"My God!" she whispered.

Arlette drew one hand up to her chest, fanning out her fingers and pressing them against her throat as she watched her mother grow hotter and more involved in this horror. Monica was like a writhing fish, her body snaking over the bed, her arms taut, the muscles and tendons pressing out against her flesh while the big, handsome stranger licked and slurping his way up and down the woman's cunt crack. That smacking sound! It made Arlette's flesh crawl with something she couldn't quite understand. Her knees were trembling, threatening to give way as she watched her mother go wild on the bed.

"Uuuuuuhhhh!" the woman growled. With one kick, Monica knocked off the covers completely, straining her head back, the cords bulging at her neck, her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head. There were strange, strangled sounds coming from her mouth as her chest rose and fell mightily. The big stud was still between her shivering thighs, still slurping his tongue up and down, still holding her spread open with his big, paw-like hands. Arlette thought she would faint watching his black-haired head bobbing up and down, listening to that awful sound of his wet mouth against her mother's cunt.

"Fuck me… oh, God, fuck me good… ohhhhh, my God, fill me up! Oh, yes, yes, I want to feel your cock in my cunt!"

Arlette could have died! Her mother, her own mother talking like that to a stranger! It was enough to make her sink through the floor in horror. Yes, it was her mother, but not the woman she knew. Pressing her fingers harder against her chest, Arlette realized she was having difficulty breathing. Her heart raced so hard that she thought it would burst! Now she couldn't tear her eyes off the couple, watching them writhe together, watching that man called Jack eating out her mother, his hands roaming freely over her thighs. And all the time, her mother was begging him to fuck her, to do all sorts of things to her as she lay there, her arms roped to the clattering dark wooden headboard.

"Okay, you wanna get roped, wanna really get fucked, huh? Okay, baby, you're gonna get it all!"

Arlette gasped as Jack pulled his head from between her mother's thighs. She saw his blood-heavy prick swing as he crouched there on all fours, staring at the wet blonde curls in front of him. He was so… so big! And that cockhead, that double-lobed mushroom shaped crown was so purple. It looked so hot! Arlette shivered, hugging herself now with both hands, feeling strange, itchy spasms start to gather around her pussy. Of course, she had seen pictures of men like that. In all those dum sex education books, Arlette had studied how guys were built, measuring the supposed average six inches of prick from her pussy up to her belly, and wondering how something that big could crawl all the way up a girl's cunt without hurting her.

But this… this thing Jack had was huge, much bigger, Arlette thought, than anything she had seen in the books! And those balls! They were like coconuts – hanging low, swaying with every move he made.

"It's gonna be real good, real good to have you tied up while I fuck the shit outta you. That's what you want, right? You want the shit fucked outta you, right? You wanna feel my prick squeezin' up there, pushin' up past your clit right into your guts, right?"

The words came out in a hiss as the big stud teased his fingers up and down the insides of Monica's thighs. The woman was frantic, beyond rationality as she twisted helplessly before him. Yes, she wanted that, wanted anything that would ease the aching, itching, pulsing lust that burned her cunt right now! Oh, for his prick, for that cock pushing into her hot little fuckhole. It had been so long, too long since Monica had slept with a man. Now she wanted it bad!

"Yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, her eyes wide with desire.

Jack grunted something, then crawled off the bed, padding to the dark mahogany dresser to the right, then pulling the drawers open. Monica was moaning softly, rocking her body from side to side, savoring the subtle rub of her cuntlips against one another and against her clit. She tugged her wrists against the ropes, seeming to enjoy the cutting sensation of the hemp against her flesh. Her eyes were on the big man's muscular back and ass. Jack went fishing around in the drawers, looking for something to tie her up with, something to make her more helpless while he pinned her to the bed with his body and fucked her mindless!

Arlette stood there by the doorway still, unsure if she should run back to the game and let this scene play itself out, or watch. Then the girl realized that she couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, trapped by her own lust as she watched, wide-eyed. Leaning more heavily against the doorway, the girl also began to feel something strange and wonderfully terrible happening to her body. She was beginning to feel her flesh glowing, her cunt becoming very sensitive, and her nipples thickening, growing turgid, itching against the cups of her bra. She was turning on to her mother's degradation and bondage. The more she watched, the more she heard Monica panting and gasping, the more she studied Jack and his ten-inch cock with those blue rope-like veins pulsing against his pink prickskin the more excited she became.

Her mouth was growing dry now, and her chest tightened. Arlette found herself breathing with wheezing sounds, and she again worried about her mother and that man called Jack overhearing her. And again, she dismissed that possibility. Mother and her new lover were too interested in one another and what they were doing to each other to be concerned over her. No, they were going to go through with this sick little scene even if the police were kicking down the front door with guns blazing!

"Oooooohhhhh!" Monica moaned. Arlette started to breathe harder, having slipped one hand under her white, cotton short-sleeved blouse. She was rubbing her warm, naked belly flesh, her hands slowly working lower, beyond the waistband of her panties. It was a little hard to squeeze her fingers past the skirt. Reaching around with her other hand, the girl unfastened the slide button, then half unzipped her skirt, loosening it enough so she could slide her hand down, down into the blonde cunt thicket of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm…" the teenager sighed. Arlette stiffened, her fingertips now touching the stiff, red little clit. It was as if someone had touched her with a live electric needle. Standing there, her knees knocking together, her body damp with perspiration, Arlette began fingerfucking herself.

"This oughtta do it." Jack pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose, then another pair, examining them closely, then slamming the drawer shut.

"Get ready, baby, really get ready!" Jack snarled, crawling back on the bed. Monica's eyes widened, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in a lungful of air to feed her twisting body. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week!"

"Oh, yes, yes," she gasped, eying the pantyhose, then moving her gaze back up to the handsome man's sweat-streaked face and smiling. "Tie me up. Oh, God, do it, do it to me!"

Jack moved quickly, first tying her ankles together with a double figure-eight knot with one of the pantyhose, then bending her knees and pushing her feet back under her ass. Monica groaned in the awkward position, her face slackening at the beginnings of pain.

"No, don't, oh, it hurts! You're hurting me with that," Another spasm of pain cut off her sentence with a gasp.

Arlette stopped her fingers, feeling a chill of fear rush through her body. Was that man going to torture her mother? Somewhere, sometime Arlette remembered reading something about people like this, people who enjoyed not only tying one another up, but inflicting pain, as well. She gasped, wondering if she should barge in, wondering if she should back away and call the police. The small crisis passed. Monica's body relaxed again as Jack began fingering her clit, sticking his right forefinger into her clutching fuckhole, then corkscrewing it back and forth, a soft, sucking sound filling the room.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Monica whimpered.

The big stud began pushing her feet back, keeping the toes of each foot pressed against one another while shoving her ankles under her ass. Monica grimaced, her breath catching when her toes scraped over her asscheeks. Arching her back, pulling away for a moment, the big-titted blonde bent her knees. In a moment, she was in a half-lying, half-squatting position, her arms still roped behind her, her knees fully bent, her feet and lower legs shoved back under her asscheeks. Now the blonde could feel her toenails scraping against her lower back.

"To keep 'em there…" Jack muttered. He took another pair of pantyhose, forming a loop at one end with a double slipknot, then roping both feet with it before snugging it tight against her flesh. Monica winced again, feeling the circulation being slowed to her toes. Jack was pulling that second pair of pantyhose back, attaching the free end to a position just below where the ropes holding her arms were cinched. Monica found that she couldn't move. He had tied her well.

Jack stepped back, crawling around her, then driving his fingers back into her cunthole, twisting them around and around. Monica stiffened her back, the cords sticking from her throat as Jack touched all the right places between her legs.

"Please, fuck me… please!"

Jack sucked in his lower lip, biting down. He rubbed his cock with one hand, greasing down the long tube with flowing pre-cum.

"Yeah, gonna fuck you good. But first, gotta warm you up… gotta have you beggin' for it, beggin' so hard, you're gonna be cryin' when I stick this mother into your cunt."

Arlette watched in amazement as the stud stood up carefully, his knees bent slightly, his shoulders stooped as he held his cunt-splitting cock in one hand. Monica watched him, too, her head tilted back, her eyes wide open. It was absolutely awful seeing her mother like that bound, hog-tied like some dumb animal while she rutted there shamelessly. For a moment, Arlette thought of running away. But something kept her there, something that made her touch herself again when the big stud slid his feet closer to the bound woman and dipped his fat prickhead down toward her lips.

"Here, man, it's the best way to train a fuckin' bitch," Jack muttered, moving one hand behind Monica's head and drawing her up toward his lowering hairy crotch. "This and ass-fuckin'. Man, there ain't no better way to make a Goddamned slut know you mean business. Take it! Take it and wrap them lips around it… yeahhhh, I wanna feel your tongue movin' around it, movin' real nice and slow."

Arlette let out another gasp, staring wideeyed at the grotesque scene unfolding in front of her. Her fingers plowed teasingly through her wiry blonde pussy curls, the tips spreading her virgin cuntlips stickily apart, squeezing the juices from them. Her legs were shivering, and her nipples felt as if they were roasting in some horribly sticky juice.

Her head was feeling so buzzy that the room seemed to be spinning around and around crazily! Crying out softly, Arlette closed her eyes and breathed hard, trying to catch her breath as the tension grew more and more intense. It was a fiery butter melting between her legs, making that itchy pulse down there even worse as her mother continued to go wild in front of her.

"Oh, yes, yes, let me suck your prick!" Monica cried in a frenzy of lust. "Oh, yes, oh God yes, let me take your cock in my mouth!"

Jack laughed softly, bending his knees a little more, while fanning out his fingers behind the woman's head. Monica was beyond anything called reason. She wanted his cock any way she could have it. The nylon cutting her ankles, the awkward tugging of those bonds against her legs, the ropes chafing her wrists – everything was driving her insane with lust.

"Then take it!" Jack sneered.

He was rubbing the tip of his prick over her lips. Monica moaned, closing her eyes. Arlette stood there, licking her lips, wondering what something like that would taste like if pressed against her mouth.

Opening her mouth, Monica felt his smooth, silky cockhead pushing over her tongue, filling her mouth, making her cheeks puff outward. This was something that she had needed for so long, so very long! She was a woman once more, desired, sought-after. She prayed this would never end. And, unknown to her, Arlette was almost praying the same thing, less than ten feet away, as she watched with growing arousal.

CHAPTER TWO

"Ohhhh, yeahhh, move your tongue around my prick like that, baby, get that hot suckin' mouth to work on my cock!"

Arlette watched as her mother sucked his ten-inch prick, her cheeks puffing out, her lips stretched thin around his poling cock while spittle oozed from the corner of her mouth. She felt sick at heart as she watched Monica's head bob back and forth, her blonde hair falling over her narrow shoulders. Jack was flexing his thigh muscles rhythmically now, his fat balls squeezing up against the woman's chin while he pistoned deeper and deeper down her throat. The pantyhose cut hard into Monica's ankles, and her arms tugged backward with every jerking motion she made.

"Oh, my God!"

Arlette whispered out her disbelief once more, finding it difficult to stand. She gripped the molding, still keeping one hand moving back and forth over her cunt bush. She could feel her moist, soft pussymeat trembling with excitement, could feel her outer cuntlips swelling up with excitement as she watched her mother being degraded. Fucked in the mouth! Really fucked in the mouth! She saw that Monica was enjoying this. She heard the moans and knew instinctively that they were sounds of delight, not horror. And her mother was swallowing even more of his prick. Nearly three-quarters of it had disappeared between her lips, and Jack was throwing his head back, demanding that Monica take more.

"Come on, baby, take the whole thing. Sure you can do it," he panted, shaking his head violently to rid it of the sweat, then opening his eyes and cupping both hands behind her head.

Monica stopped for a moment, her eyes rolled up at him. Jack grunted out something, then tensed his leg and thigh muscles. There was a moment's hesitation. Then he shoved forward, burying all his cock in the blonde woman's mouth.

"Mmmfmmfmmfffff!" she choked. Arlette watched her mother's body stiffen, watched as a bulge appeared in her throat. Monica was making strange, strangled sounds while her body jerked and twitched spasmodically against the squeaking bed. Her cheeks reddened and beads of sweat dotted her wrinkled forehead. Monica's fingers straightened, tensed, then curled, clawing wildly at the headboard. She was making strangled sounds as her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared. Her mother was choking to death, unable to draw in a breath because of his big prickhead lodged down her throat! And Jack was still flexing his asscheeks, fucking Monica down the throat, then rotating his fat prick around and around so the woman could feel it more. Arlette was on the point of screaming out something to stop this horrible ordeal when she heard Jack let out a sigh, then saw him pull his prick slowly from Monica's mouth.

"Ooooohhhh!" the woman sighed.

"Nice, baby, nice to feel my cock down all the way," Jack whispered, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.

He pulled back slowly, stopping at midpoint and giving Monica several quick thrusts before withdrawing a little more. In what seemed an eternity, Jack now had only his double-lobed prickhead between the woman's lips. Even from where she stood, Arlette could see her mother's lips working, gumming his cockhead, sucking at it as her tongue moved back and forth over the sensitive groove just under the knob. Jack liked it! Yes, Jack really loved having his cock sucked this way. And for one mad, utterly insane moment Arlette envied her mother. Standing there, rubbing her fingertips over her juicy cuntcrack, feeling the ticklish hairs under her fingernails, Arlette wished she could be tied up there on the bed, her head tilted back, her mouth filled with that hunk of cockmeat.

"What am I thinking of?" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip. She had to regain control of herself. No, she would never let herself become as humiliated as her mother. Sucking a man's cock! Jack was right. There was no better way to control a woman than having her take that degrading pose. Arlette shivered, rubbing her fingertips over her clit, then curling them in and sliding them over her cuntlips. Control. Control. She had to regain some control over what she was thinking and feeling!

"Want my prick up your cunt now, honey? Want me sawin' the fuck outta your pussy?" Jack asked, pulling his cock out all the way. Taking Monica's spit-slicked chin between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched it hard.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard!" the woman pleaded shamelessly. "Man, you're pantin' for it… you really want to have that cunt fucked."

He reached down with his left hand, sliding his fingers over her cunt crack, then scooping up some of the juices flowing from her fuckhole. Sniffing his hand, he raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead in pleased amusement.

"You got it comin' outta you real bad. Women who've got it comin' outta them that way gotta get fucked hard and a lot, or they go kinds nuts, understand?" Jack said, squeezing her chin so hard now the woman winced. "Ohhhhh!" Monica gasped.

Arlette watched as Jack backed away from her mother once more, bending over for his red-and-white checked, flannel shirt tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed earlier. He was fishing around in one shirt pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Tapping the opened end against one hand, the big stud pulled out one bent cigarette, shoving it in his mouth. Then he flipped open the top of his Zippo lighter. The orange flame flickered in the draft created by the partially opened bedroom door. Flicking the top down, he tossed the lighter atop the shirt, took a drag, then blew the smoke into Monica's face. She coughed, jerking her head to one side, tears welling up in her eyes from the irritation.

"But women who get fucked real hard aren't good women, baby. I mean," he said, his smile turning into a menacing frown, "they gotta be punished for what they feel and do. You understand?"

"No! What are you talking about?" Monica gasped, peering through several blonde hairs that had fallen over her eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough," Jack said off-handedly, shrugging, then taking another drag.

Monica knelt there, her muscles straining from the awkward position, her pussy burning and throbbing from the oral caresses it had received. Flexing her thighs, Monica spread her knees a little farther apart, feeling her cuntlips rubbing together with every move she made. It was terrible, hanging like this, suspended between a world of rationality and one of madness! Climax was only moments away. Monica felt every nerve ending straining toward it. If only she could strain a little more, inch up a bit further, she would tumble down into that wonderful, dark abyss of orgasm!

"Gettin' eager, baby? You keep lookin' at my prick, and you'll start going nuts. You want it real bad, don't you?"

Monica looked at the big man kneeling in front of her, pulling out his cigarette yet once more, then blowing that gray stream of smoke into her face. Her nostrils and eyes burned from the assault as she felt her throat choking with the harsh, raspy coughs she made. But nothing, nothing could take away the pulses in her cunt that were getting worse and worse. She rocked her hips a little slowly at first, and as the subtle friction of her inner cuntlips rubbed against her clit, the woman moved faster, then faster and faster. Her body was growing hotter and hotter, and she wished Jack would put out that cigarette and take care of her pussy as he had been doing earlier. "Huhhhhhh… aaahahhhhh!" the woman groaned.

Oh, it was good, too good. It was almost wrong to have it so good. One part of her wanted to stop. Monica knew what she was doing with Jack was wrong, terribly wrong. But how could she stop a flood of emotion? It was impossible.

"Like movin' around like that, huh, baby? It's kinds like jerkin' off, right?"

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck…"

Monica was going out of her mind. She dipped and wiggled her ass, the weight of her asscheeks adding to the sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast that a sweat broke out on her upper lip, and that damned headboard was clattering wildly against the wall. She was feeling a kind of hot, itchy dampness under each tit, and a streak of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. God, she was going to cum, going to cum without his prick in her!

"You're gonna back off now, baby." Monica opened her eyes just in time to see him stretching out one hand toward her. At first the woman thought he was going to touch her pussy once more, and she flashed him a dreamy, relieved smile. Then her smile faded quickly as she realized he had a cigarette in that hand. "No!"

Monica jerked back, her hair splashing over her shoulder blades while her fingers gripped the ropes holding her arms back. Her eyes widening, the woman saw the red, burning tobacco, the smoke curling up toward the ceiling as Jack held it inches from her right knee. It moved closer, the warmth reddening her flesh. Monica began to whimper, tears flooding her eyes.

"Ohhhhh!" she whined.

Arlette sucked in a ragged breath, her fingers plowing into the wet furry cunthole pulsing against her hand. He was going to burn her, going to burn her mother with that cigarette! The young teen felt her heart beating more wildly than before, and her rushing blood scorched her veins. Monica was jerking her thighs up and down now, her plump asscheeks bouncing off her feet. Jack was telling her something about how much she was going to like having that cigarette on her skin. Arlette doubted that. How could that much pain be pleasurable?

"Oh, please, please, don't, don't do this to me," Monica begged in a small voice.

Arlette let out a shivery moan when she heard her mother's strained voice. The sound of Monica's helplessness, her pleas, the way she was bound, and the way Jack was treating her somehow turned the young girl on. She moved her fingers more slowly up and down her fuzzy outer cuntlips, keeping the tips away from her clit for the moment. She had fingerfucked herself several times, but never with such a powerful sexual scene going on in front of her.

"Oh, no, no, no!"

Jack paused for a moment, the burning end of the cigarette an inch from her flesh just above her right knee. Monica peered down, horrified, her lips moving in silent prayer while her chest rose and fell mightily. She could already feel the burning tobacco, could feel her flesh singeing under the touch. And then…