Logan
04-25-2003, 7:52 AM
I hope I don't offend anybody or step on anyones shoes but I decided to continue one of the stories that was posted here a while back and yet again just recently. I hope you all enjoy!
First part will be the ending of the original then I will add my part of the story next.
When Debby and Stan's mother walked in, Debby was laying on the couch stretched out on her stomach naked, with Stan's face rammed into her ass, and the naked Sherry sitting on his head. Stan was sandwiched between their asses, with Sherry's weight make sure he was totally deprived of air. The girl's looked guiltily at Debby's mother as she stood amazed at the sight before her.
"Uh, hello Mrs. Roberts." Sherry managed.
"What on earth are you doing? Is that Stanley?"
"Mom, I can explain. He wouldn't behave so we had to punish him." Debby said as Sherry climbed off of the pile and pulled Stan's face from his sister's butt.
Without instruction, Stan knelt quietly by the couch as Debby got up and tried to figure out how she was going to get out of this.
"What have you done to him?" Sue Roberts said, as Stan knelt meekly by the couch.
"We were just training him. He's very obedient now. Stanley, get up and get me a drink." She ordered.
"Yes Debby." He said as he hopped up and hurried to fetch his sister something to drink.
The two girls quickly dressed themselves, as Debby's mother watched silently. The older woman was flabbergasted, as her lazy good-for-nothing son quickly returned with a glass of coke, and then set it down in front of his sister.
"Goodness."
"It gets better mom, from now on Stan is going to do all the housework. The dishes, the laundry, everything." Debby explained.
"And he's really useful for other things, too." Sherry said with a wicked smile.
Debby elbowed her friend, and motioned for her mother to sit down.
"Come on mom, sit down and let us show you. Stan, your mother has had a long hard day. Why don't you give her a nice foot massage?" Debby suggested as her mother sat on the couch.
Stan quickly eased off his mother's shoes and started massaging her feet.
"With *kisses* Stan." Sherry told him, and he began softly kissing his mother's feet as he rubbed them with his hands.
"My god! What did you do to make him like this?"
"We just punished him when he was bad, that's all."
"Punished him how?"
There was a moment of silence as the two girls looked at each other for a moment.
"When he's bad, we sit on his face Mrs. Roberts." Sherry explained.
"You what?"
"We sit on his face, to control his ability to breathe." Debby added.
"Do you......does he......Have you been making him.......lick you there?" She asked finally.
The two girls nodded guiltily.
"Stanley, stop that and look at me. Is that right Stanley?"
"Y-yes mom. They-they made me do all sorts of things. Awful things. And they practically smothered me to death!" He sobbed, as he began to cry before his mother.
Sue Roberts looked at her crying son, and then over at the girls.
"Listen to me girls. I do not want you telling anybody about this. Not a soul. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mom. Yes Mrs. Roberts." Came the replies.
Stan's mother turned back to her sniveling son and addressed him.
"Quit your crying. It's about time you did something around here. From now on you'd better behave!" She told him, as she kicked him down to the floor.
Stan landed on his back, and found himself looking up at his mother standing over him.
"Well girls, Stan's been bad again. Why don't you teach me your new method of punishing him? Could you girls hold him down?" Stan heard to his astonishment.
The girls were on him in a flash, pulling his arms out to his sides and pinning them down. He didn't dare resist them, so he just watched in horror as his mother pulled down her slacks! Her panties followed, and although she carried a little extra weight, Sue still had a pretty good body.
"No, mom. Please! Please don't!" He sobbed, still crying.
"Go on mom. Sit on his face, that'll shut him up!" Debby urged her.
He watched in abject terror as his mother moved over him. He sobbed and plead as he watched her hairy muff descend on his face! And then it was happening. The ultimate humiliation. His own mother was sitting on his face! How could this happen? How could his own mother do this to him? As his breath was cut off his training kicked in and he started to lick, lick his own mother's sex. His brain just shut off from the torture he was receiving. He tongued his mother in a zombie-like state until she was moaned and twitching with a string of orgasms. Even after she was done, he continued to slurp away at her, until she climbed off of him.
"Does he do other tricks? Show me." Stan cringed as he heard his mother addressing the girls.
Stan lay there, his brain pretty much fried, as they discussed his new life above him.
First part will be the ending of the original then I will add my part of the story next.
When Debby and Stan's mother walked in, Debby was laying on the couch stretched out on her stomach naked, with Stan's face rammed into her ass, and the naked Sherry sitting on his head. Stan was sandwiched between their asses, with Sherry's weight make sure he was totally deprived of air. The girl's looked guiltily at Debby's mother as she stood amazed at the sight before her.
"Uh, hello Mrs. Roberts." Sherry managed.
"What on earth are you doing? Is that Stanley?"
"Mom, I can explain. He wouldn't behave so we had to punish him." Debby said as Sherry climbed off of the pile and pulled Stan's face from his sister's butt.
Without instruction, Stan knelt quietly by the couch as Debby got up and tried to figure out how she was going to get out of this.
"What have you done to him?" Sue Roberts said, as Stan knelt meekly by the couch.
"We were just training him. He's very obedient now. Stanley, get up and get me a drink." She ordered.
"Yes Debby." He said as he hopped up and hurried to fetch his sister something to drink.
The two girls quickly dressed themselves, as Debby's mother watched silently. The older woman was flabbergasted, as her lazy good-for-nothing son quickly returned with a glass of coke, and then set it down in front of his sister.
"Goodness."
"It gets better mom, from now on Stan is going to do all the housework. The dishes, the laundry, everything." Debby explained.
"And he's really useful for other things, too." Sherry said with a wicked smile.
Debby elbowed her friend, and motioned for her mother to sit down.
"Come on mom, sit down and let us show you. Stan, your mother has had a long hard day. Why don't you give her a nice foot massage?" Debby suggested as her mother sat on the couch.
Stan quickly eased off his mother's shoes and started massaging her feet.
"With *kisses* Stan." Sherry told him, and he began softly kissing his mother's feet as he rubbed them with his hands.
"My god! What did you do to make him like this?"
"We just punished him when he was bad, that's all."
"Punished him how?"
There was a moment of silence as the two girls looked at each other for a moment.
"When he's bad, we sit on his face Mrs. Roberts." Sherry explained.
"You what?"
"We sit on his face, to control his ability to breathe." Debby added.
"Do you......does he......Have you been making him.......lick you there?" She asked finally.
The two girls nodded guiltily.
"Stanley, stop that and look at me. Is that right Stanley?"
"Y-yes mom. They-they made me do all sorts of things. Awful things. And they practically smothered me to death!" He sobbed, as he began to cry before his mother.
Sue Roberts looked at her crying son, and then over at the girls.
"Listen to me girls. I do not want you telling anybody about this. Not a soul. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mom. Yes Mrs. Roberts." Came the replies.
Stan's mother turned back to her sniveling son and addressed him.
"Quit your crying. It's about time you did something around here. From now on you'd better behave!" She told him, as she kicked him down to the floor.
Stan landed on his back, and found himself looking up at his mother standing over him.
"Well girls, Stan's been bad again. Why don't you teach me your new method of punishing him? Could you girls hold him down?" Stan heard to his astonishment.
The girls were on him in a flash, pulling his arms out to his sides and pinning them down. He didn't dare resist them, so he just watched in horror as his mother pulled down her slacks! Her panties followed, and although she carried a little extra weight, Sue still had a pretty good body.
"No, mom. Please! Please don't!" He sobbed, still crying.
"Go on mom. Sit on his face, that'll shut him up!" Debby urged her.
He watched in abject terror as his mother moved over him. He sobbed and plead as he watched her hairy muff descend on his face! And then it was happening. The ultimate humiliation. His own mother was sitting on his face! How could this happen? How could his own mother do this to him? As his breath was cut off his training kicked in and he started to lick, lick his own mother's sex. His brain just shut off from the torture he was receiving. He tongued his mother in a zombie-like state until she was moaned and twitching with a string of orgasms. Even after she was done, he continued to slurp away at her, until she climbed off of him.
"Does he do other tricks? Show me." Stan cringed as he heard his mother addressing the girls.
Stan lay there, his brain pretty much fried, as they discussed his new life above him.