tonguester
12-17-2007, 4:45 PM
Part 3
Boy, I was a confused lad! This evening was turning out to be the most surreal experience of my life. First, I thought I was babysitting for my sisters. Then I wasn’t. Then I was having my backside smacked like a little kid for doing nothing wrong except asking my mother not to talk while I was trying to watch football. Then my mum and her friend strip to their underwear and start making out with each other!!
Had this been just Barbara on her own, everything would have seemed right, for I really had a bit of a crush on this woman. But discovering that Barbara and my mother were lovers was a difficult thing to comprehend. What strange power did Barbara have over my mother to influence her to behave in this uncharacteristic manner? It was shocking and jaw-droppingly bizarre. It all seemed so wrong, and yet, strangely compelling!
My ‘auntie’ Barbara and my mother together making out in their sexy lingerie was a sight to behold. They looked absolutely fantastic in their black stockings and high heel stilettos! Had they dressed like this for each other? Or was this some kind of ritual for my benefit? I know a boy is not supposed to find his mother sexually attractive. Nobody needs to tell me how wrong that is. Yet, here she was, behaving like I wasn’t even in the room. And she looked as good as any of the sexy Goddesses I had seen in my femdom mags.
Now, as I knelt before them, naked on my knees, I was being summoned by Barbara with the ‘come hither’ index finger action. She told me to stand up. I did as I was told, for I had already received quite a hiding earlier on, and my arse was still rosy red and smarting from the experience. I knew Barbara meant business, so there was no way I was going to be disobedient.
I stood up and faced the two women on the couch. To my great embarrassment, my cock was still rigid with excitement. I felt totally humiliated in front of my mum.
“Well, you look happy to see us!” quipped Barbara. “Do you like my new underwear?” she said, smoothing the wrinkles from her stockings with her red nail varnished, elegant hands.
“Yes, I love it. You look fantastic!” I stuttered.
“I didn’t put this on for you. I bought it for the next man I’m going to seduce with your mother. We have a plan to trap a man and make him our prisoner. You are just the dress rehearsal. Do you think I can seduce a man looking like this? Do you think I can get a man all hard and excited?” she purred.
“Oh yes!” I stammered. “There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t fancy you.”
“And your mum? She looks pretty good too doesn’t she?”
My mother stood up and did a twirl in front of me, looking absolutely fantastic in her lilac basque and black stockings. As she turned around, I was struck by how beautiful her bottom looked in those see-through knickers. As she faced me, I couldn’t help but stare at her all over. Her breasts, her thighs, her arms, her feet, the dark triangle of her heavenly pussy showing clearly through her knickers – I could feel myself becoming light headed!
“Let me see that cock.” Barbara grabbed it with one hand and started wanking me slowly.
Mother stood there, hands on hips watching Barbara torment me.
Barbara undid the clasp on her bra and took it off, releasing her big, wonderful breasts and her huge nipples which were hard and pointing upward in the most delicious manner. She then started rubbing the tip of my cock on her nipples in little circles, causing me to twitch and moan with pleasure. A small amount of pre-cum was lubricating the contact between cock and nipple, heightening the pleasurable sensation.
I was so excited by this point that, if a fly had landed on my dick, it would have sent me over the edge. In fact, a passing butterfly causing a minute change in air pressure would probably have made me come.
I’m afraid the moment was too much for me. Almost without any warning at all, my cock started to spasm in Barbara’s hand and I let out a pitiful cry of “oh noooooo!” as I shot a thin jet of spunk all over Barbara’s breasts and neck.
“Oh my God!” shrieked Barbara
“My God, he was excited!” said my mother, and started to laugh out loud.
Barbara let out a small scream of amusement and laughed heartily with mother.
“Oh boy! Now you’re in trouble my lad!” she said haughtily. Now you can go and get a tissue and clean this mess up. Go on! Quickly!”
I did as was told and grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on a nearby drinks table. I cleaned myself off and then knelt in front of Barbara as she lit a cigarette. My mother poured them both a glass of wine and also lit a cigarette. They were both still making remarks about my little accident. I gently wiped the spunk from Barbara’s neck and breasts. This was probably the only excuse I was going to get to touch her voluntarily.
To allow me to get close enough, Barbara parted her legs and moved slightly forward on the couch. She blew smoke in my face as I wiped the last of the residue from her marvellous breasts and lovely neck. My face brushed against hers cheek to cheek. I could feel the heat of her, smell her skin and hair. I kissed her neck lovingly, then her shoulder, then her mouth. Her mouth opened hungrily and her tongue darted inside my mouth as we kissed. I dropped the tissues in the floor and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me, feeling my rapidly growing cock rub against her crotch.
She then pushed me away saying “Don’t get carried away slave! You are not allowed to touch your mistress like that.” Then she looked at my mum. “Wendy,” she said. “I think we’d better restrain this naughty little boy.”
After a brief discussion, it was decided that I should wear a dog collar and that my cock should be put in a cock restraint. In moments, the two women were fitting a sort of harness made of leather around my cock and balls. It had a chain attached so that I could be led around by my cock!
Next, a leather dog collar was fastened around my neck, but Barbara made it way too tight.
“I can’t breathe properly!” I complained, but Barbara just smiled and said “good!”
Next, my wrists and ankles were tied together with leather cuffs. The women weren’t sure if I was supposed to have my hands behind my back, or to the front. They decided that the front would be better so that I could still crawl on my hands and knees and I could also lie flat on my back.
“Wendy, I think this slave boy needs some more punishment.” said Barbara.
“Yes, that was a very naughty thing to do with your cock wasn’t it? said mother, holding my chin up with her hand. “We’re going to have to teach you some self control, aren’t we?”
“Yes mother.” I said.
Barbara walked up to and said “Kneel, boy!”
I did as was told and knelt in front of the two women. Barbara lifted one leg onto my back and ground her heel in.
“Ouch!” I said.
Mother then did the same on my other flank, digging a heel cruelly into my back.
“God, I love to see these heels digging in to him!” said Barbara.
“Yes, these heels can do some damage, can’t they?” said mother. “Look at the marks they leave?”
The two women then proceeded to poke my in several places. It hurt like hell.
“Does that hurt?” asked Barbara demurely, feigning sympathy.
“Yes, it really does. Please stop!” I pleaded.
“Role onto your back!” commanded mother.
I did as was told and was rewarded with a fine sight indeed. Both women kicked and poked me with their stilettos, causing me to twitch and gasp aloud in pain. I could look straight up their stockinged legs and admire their alluring beauty from the finest of vantage points. The pain was almost worth it. Almost!
“Help me stand on him” said Barbara. Mother helped Barbara keep balance as she stood upon my bare chest, digging her heels in to my flesh and causing me to gasp under her weight.
“Aaaaargh!” Please! Stop!” I protested.
Barbara smiled and said: “I thought you liked being hurt?”
“No, no, you’re too heavy!” I said.
“Did you hear that Wendy?” said Barbara. “He thinks I’m too fucking heavy!”
“That wasn’t a smart thing to say!” said mum, looking at me as though I had just committed a huge crime. Barbara then stood back on the carpet astride my body looking down at me. She knelt down and plopped down heavily on to my chest, causing me to expel all air from my lungs.
“How dare you insult your mistress like that!” said Barbara. “Heavy indeed!” She then slapped my face hard from side to side with each hand. I must have had my mouth open as the slaps made a funny ‘popping’ sound.
“Did you hear that?” shrieked Barbara, bursting out laughing.
“Do it again.” said mother.
Barbara then slapped my cheeks from side to side quite hard. Apparently, there came a strange popping sound again from my head. Both women burst into fits of hysterical laughter. Then Barbara grabbed the dog collar and forced my head forward so that I was staring straight at her panty clad crotch.
“Wendy, dig your heels into him again. I want to see him suffer a bit under your heels.”
Mother then stomped on my thighs and lower torso, causing me to scream in pain. I was also going crimson from the air restriction caused by Barbara’s firm grip on the dog collar.
“Please! No more! It hurts!” I pleaded. This only caused Barbara to smile and say “Good!” She then sat forward and smothered my mouth and nose in her damp crotch, rubbing herself on me as though my face was some kind of toy. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal.
She then stood up and backed up and sat on the couch, asking mother to bring me to her with the dog lead, on my knees.
As I approached, Barbara took off her knickers and teased me by rubbing the crotch in my face. Do you like the smell of my pussy?” she asked.
“Oh yes. Yes!” I gasped. I wanted to thrust my cock into her so bad, but there was no chance of that happening with the leather cock restraint. My cock felt exceedingly uncomfortable.
“Down, boy! Go down there and please me! Show your mother what a good boy you are!”
Barbara parted her lovely legs as mother forced my head downward and shoved me forward into Barbara’s pussy. I made a half hearted attempt to resist, making it seem like I was an unwilling participant when, in reality, I was looking forward to this part more than anything.
“Remember what I taught you last time.” said Barbara. “Gently suck me and twirl your tongue at the same time.”
I felt something sharp stick into my back. I turned around and saw that mother was resting a spiked heel into my back, causing me to gasp in pain. Barbara just smirked and said “Oh you poor boy. Is mummy hurting you with her heely-weely?”
My hair was grabbed and my face was cruelly forced against Barbara’s gorgeous hairy cunt. I started to do as Barbara requested. I knew she liked this technique, so I sucked and swirled my tongue against the top part of her clitoris, squeezing and flicking it gently between tongue and front teeth. With the tight collar, breathing was more of an effort than usual, but I managed to get some air through one nostril.
“Not so hard, not so hard! That’s it! Higher, higher. Don’t press so hard. Just do it gently. Oh Wendy, give the boy a smack for being disobedient.
“I’ll just dig my heel in harder.” said mum.
I felt the pain of her heel like a burning dagger. I groaned in pain and readjusted myself to pleasure Barbara, ignoring my own need for air.
“That’s it. Yeeeeessss. Thaaaaat’s it! Oh good boy! I’m gonna cum like this. Don’t you dare stop. Keep going!”
I was struggling for breath as Barbara was positioning herself such that my mouth and nose were almost completely covered. I tried to position myself so that I could breath better Shit! I couldn’t breath! I carried on for another twenty seconds until my lungs were starting to burn. I gave my head a slight twist to the right and sucked in a little air and carried on sucking. Another twenty seconds and I was starting to sweat and panic. Maybe if I could just get another nostril free for a second. I tried, but Barbara grabbed my hair harder and pushed me into her crotch until I was sealed. I kept licking and sucking for all I was worth. Then, slowly, Barbara’s body started to relax and her pelvis seemed to swing upward as she made a huge sound like a woman in the midst of child labour. I was starting to black out! I could hear a buzzing sound and my eyes seemed to see only a wall of grey.
“Oooooooh fuuuuuuuck!!” yelled Barbara as she rhythmically rubbed her cunt all up and down my facial features, allowing me a life-saving gasp of air. I pulled back for a few seconds and regained some equilibrium.
“I nearly suffocated!” I gasped.
“Ooooh you say all the right things you sexy little slave! You did a good job though.”
She the pulled my collar and indicated she needed more. Mum had taken her heel off my back and went to get something from the table. It was the paddle!
“No, mum, please! Not the paddle again!”
She just ignored me and sat on my back as Barbara pulled me towards her again. This time, she sat upright closer to the edge of the couch so that I had to bend lower to get the right angle at her pussy.
“Gentle, gentle! It’s very sensitive!”
Within seconds, Barbara was coming again and I was vaguely aware that she and my mother were kissing and fondling each other while I was hard at work. Occasionally, mother would slap my backside with the paddle, encouraged by Barbara. Each groan of pain from me seemed to coincide with another orgasm from Barbara. Of the two women, Barbara seemed to be the one with the sadistic streak, though no mercy was shown my mother either.
After a brief discussion, which I didn’t hear because Barbara had my ears covered by squeezing head between her thighs, I was told to lie on my back. I was glad to be able to breathe freely and to relieve the ache in my back and neck.
“No, I mustn’t allow that!” mum was saying. “It’s not right.”
“Just tease him then.” Barbara was saying.
After a second’s consideration as she looked down at me, and said, “Oh, all right then.”
She then stood over me and slowly lowered herself onto my chest, pushing my tethered hands over my head.
“You’re not to touch.” she said. She sat there with her knees together while Barbara unfastened the cock harness. Moments later Barbara squatted onto my cock, gently guiding it into her soaking wet pussy. I groaned partly with pleasure and partly with discomfort because the weight of the two women was frankly very noticeable.
From behind, Barbara uncapped my mother breast from the basque and let them hang free. They were beautiful, full breasts with large areola and hard nipples. This was only the second time I ever recall seeing my mum’s breasts. They were magnificent! Barbara plainly thought so too as she fondled them from behind and kissed mothers shoulders and neck.
Mother gasped with pleasure and turned and returned Barbara’s kisses. It was quite a spectacle! I could feel Barbara’s vaginal muscles clenching around my cock, which had become even harder, if that was possible.
Then, mother’s legs parted and I could see her divine, panty clad bush just a foot or so away from may face. I could see Barbara’s hand wander down to my mother’s crotch and gently rub her pussy. Then, both women looked down at me as Barbara said: “wouldn’t you like to kiss your mother’s pussy? Huh?”
“Y-yes!!” I gasped. Then Barbara placed her hand inside mum’s knickers and inserted her finger into my mum’s pussy. I could hear slight ‘squelch’ as Barbara rhythmically fingered my mother unashamedly right in front of me.
“Bet you’d like a taste of this, wouldn’t you slave?” she purred.
“Oh my God, yes, yes please!” I stuttered. I wanted to say more but knew it would be wrong.
Then Barbara seductively inserted her fingers into my mouth and said “Taste it! Does it taste good? Huh?”
“God yes, it-it tastes fantastic!” And it did!
They whispered to each other and seemed to reach an agreement as mother moved forward and pushed her panty clad pussy right onto my face.
“Kiss her knickers!” commanded Barbara. “Worship that pussy, slave-boy!”
I lovingly sniffed and kissed my mother’s see–thru knickers, savouring every inhalation of her musky scent. I moaned with ecstasy and pushed my face into her most intimate, damp regions. I looked up to see Barbara looking over my mother’s shoulder. She was smiling and licking her lips while slowly riding my incredibly hard cock. I looked at my mother and she looked back down at me, smiling, pouting her lips. Her eyes were sparkling. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful.
Barbara looked like Dusty Springfield, and I always thought my mother looked like Liz Taylor. If I had had a camera, that picture would have sold a trillion copies.
“Oh what the hell!” said mum and parted her knickers with her bejewelled, elegantly nail varnished fingers, revealing a thick, luxurious bush of pubic hair and the most wonderful rose-like bud of a labia I have ever seen.
“Show me what you can do.” she said.
I don’t know how much time passed. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been an hour. All I know is that I was fortunate enough to have pleasured two beautiful women at once, ending with all three of us seemingly climaxing together.
I was then asked to collect my clothes and leave the room. I was so exhausted; I flopped onto my bed and fell asleep instantly.
In the early dawn light, a strange thing happened. Something woke me. As I looked to the side, I could see my mother standing there in her dressing gown.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“Yes.” I said. “What’s the matter?”
“Barbara and I won’t be seeing each other any more. It was all a mistake, an experiment that went wrong. We both realise that now. Will you please forgive your silly mother?”
I knew and instantly understood that, since my father had left, my mum had been in a bad space; had been drinking heavily and had basically been unhappy with herself and with her life.
“Of course mum. Don’t worry. I don’t think badly of you. In fact, if anything I kind of respect you more.”
She came over to me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“You’re a good boy.” she said. Then she stood there for a moment.
“What?” I said.
She let her bath robe open wide, revealing her naked form in the morning twilight. She looked more beautiful than a Michaelangelo sculpture. Her smooth skin seemed to radiate; her thick, dark, bush contrasting against the alabaster-like texture of her lovely belly.
I groaned inwardly.
“Please can you finish what you started last night? I can’t sleep. I think I’m going crazy!”
“Of course. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. How could I refuse?” I replied.
“Don’t say anything. Don’t touch me. Just finish what you were doing last night. Please?”
“Yes. Oh yes!” I panted.
She disappeared out of the room for a moment (leaving me momentarily perplexed), then re-emerged with a thick bath towel. She folded the bath towel into a square and placed it under my neck. Then, with her bath robe still on, she straddled my face and slowly lowered herself onto me.
I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. It must have been into double figures. What I do recall was the release of fluids during the third or fourth orgasm. I then understood why she needed the towel.
That was the last time we had any more sexual contact. We always remained close, but never discussed the events of that night ever again.
Now that I am older, I understand that she was in a bad head space and that she needed something. I like to think I helped her through her difficult period. I also think she helped me. I have always had successful relationships with women and feel I understand them more than the average bloke. I also believe I was never harmed by the experience of that summer. I ceased pining for my lost girlfriend and became a well adjusted human being.
Well, apart from having a fetish about facesitting!
THE END
Boy, I was a confused lad! This evening was turning out to be the most surreal experience of my life. First, I thought I was babysitting for my sisters. Then I wasn’t. Then I was having my backside smacked like a little kid for doing nothing wrong except asking my mother not to talk while I was trying to watch football. Then my mum and her friend strip to their underwear and start making out with each other!!
Had this been just Barbara on her own, everything would have seemed right, for I really had a bit of a crush on this woman. But discovering that Barbara and my mother were lovers was a difficult thing to comprehend. What strange power did Barbara have over my mother to influence her to behave in this uncharacteristic manner? It was shocking and jaw-droppingly bizarre. It all seemed so wrong, and yet, strangely compelling!
My ‘auntie’ Barbara and my mother together making out in their sexy lingerie was a sight to behold. They looked absolutely fantastic in their black stockings and high heel stilettos! Had they dressed like this for each other? Or was this some kind of ritual for my benefit? I know a boy is not supposed to find his mother sexually attractive. Nobody needs to tell me how wrong that is. Yet, here she was, behaving like I wasn’t even in the room. And she looked as good as any of the sexy Goddesses I had seen in my femdom mags.
Now, as I knelt before them, naked on my knees, I was being summoned by Barbara with the ‘come hither’ index finger action. She told me to stand up. I did as I was told, for I had already received quite a hiding earlier on, and my arse was still rosy red and smarting from the experience. I knew Barbara meant business, so there was no way I was going to be disobedient.
I stood up and faced the two women on the couch. To my great embarrassment, my cock was still rigid with excitement. I felt totally humiliated in front of my mum.
“Well, you look happy to see us!” quipped Barbara. “Do you like my new underwear?” she said, smoothing the wrinkles from her stockings with her red nail varnished, elegant hands.
“Yes, I love it. You look fantastic!” I stuttered.
“I didn’t put this on for you. I bought it for the next man I’m going to seduce with your mother. We have a plan to trap a man and make him our prisoner. You are just the dress rehearsal. Do you think I can seduce a man looking like this? Do you think I can get a man all hard and excited?” she purred.
“Oh yes!” I stammered. “There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t fancy you.”
“And your mum? She looks pretty good too doesn’t she?”
My mother stood up and did a twirl in front of me, looking absolutely fantastic in her lilac basque and black stockings. As she turned around, I was struck by how beautiful her bottom looked in those see-through knickers. As she faced me, I couldn’t help but stare at her all over. Her breasts, her thighs, her arms, her feet, the dark triangle of her heavenly pussy showing clearly through her knickers – I could feel myself becoming light headed!
“Let me see that cock.” Barbara grabbed it with one hand and started wanking me slowly.
Mother stood there, hands on hips watching Barbara torment me.
Barbara undid the clasp on her bra and took it off, releasing her big, wonderful breasts and her huge nipples which were hard and pointing upward in the most delicious manner. She then started rubbing the tip of my cock on her nipples in little circles, causing me to twitch and moan with pleasure. A small amount of pre-cum was lubricating the contact between cock and nipple, heightening the pleasurable sensation.
I was so excited by this point that, if a fly had landed on my dick, it would have sent me over the edge. In fact, a passing butterfly causing a minute change in air pressure would probably have made me come.
I’m afraid the moment was too much for me. Almost without any warning at all, my cock started to spasm in Barbara’s hand and I let out a pitiful cry of “oh noooooo!” as I shot a thin jet of spunk all over Barbara’s breasts and neck.
“Oh my God!” shrieked Barbara
“My God, he was excited!” said my mother, and started to laugh out loud.
Barbara let out a small scream of amusement and laughed heartily with mother.
“Oh boy! Now you’re in trouble my lad!” she said haughtily. Now you can go and get a tissue and clean this mess up. Go on! Quickly!”
I did as was told and grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on a nearby drinks table. I cleaned myself off and then knelt in front of Barbara as she lit a cigarette. My mother poured them both a glass of wine and also lit a cigarette. They were both still making remarks about my little accident. I gently wiped the spunk from Barbara’s neck and breasts. This was probably the only excuse I was going to get to touch her voluntarily.
To allow me to get close enough, Barbara parted her legs and moved slightly forward on the couch. She blew smoke in my face as I wiped the last of the residue from her marvellous breasts and lovely neck. My face brushed against hers cheek to cheek. I could feel the heat of her, smell her skin and hair. I kissed her neck lovingly, then her shoulder, then her mouth. Her mouth opened hungrily and her tongue darted inside my mouth as we kissed. I dropped the tissues in the floor and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me, feeling my rapidly growing cock rub against her crotch.
She then pushed me away saying “Don’t get carried away slave! You are not allowed to touch your mistress like that.” Then she looked at my mum. “Wendy,” she said. “I think we’d better restrain this naughty little boy.”
After a brief discussion, it was decided that I should wear a dog collar and that my cock should be put in a cock restraint. In moments, the two women were fitting a sort of harness made of leather around my cock and balls. It had a chain attached so that I could be led around by my cock!
Next, a leather dog collar was fastened around my neck, but Barbara made it way too tight.
“I can’t breathe properly!” I complained, but Barbara just smiled and said “good!”
Next, my wrists and ankles were tied together with leather cuffs. The women weren’t sure if I was supposed to have my hands behind my back, or to the front. They decided that the front would be better so that I could still crawl on my hands and knees and I could also lie flat on my back.
“Wendy, I think this slave boy needs some more punishment.” said Barbara.
“Yes, that was a very naughty thing to do with your cock wasn’t it? said mother, holding my chin up with her hand. “We’re going to have to teach you some self control, aren’t we?”
“Yes mother.” I said.
Barbara walked up to and said “Kneel, boy!”
I did as was told and knelt in front of the two women. Barbara lifted one leg onto my back and ground her heel in.
“Ouch!” I said.
Mother then did the same on my other flank, digging a heel cruelly into my back.
“God, I love to see these heels digging in to him!” said Barbara.
“Yes, these heels can do some damage, can’t they?” said mother. “Look at the marks they leave?”
The two women then proceeded to poke my in several places. It hurt like hell.
“Does that hurt?” asked Barbara demurely, feigning sympathy.
“Yes, it really does. Please stop!” I pleaded.
“Role onto your back!” commanded mother.
I did as was told and was rewarded with a fine sight indeed. Both women kicked and poked me with their stilettos, causing me to twitch and gasp aloud in pain. I could look straight up their stockinged legs and admire their alluring beauty from the finest of vantage points. The pain was almost worth it. Almost!
“Help me stand on him” said Barbara. Mother helped Barbara keep balance as she stood upon my bare chest, digging her heels in to my flesh and causing me to gasp under her weight.
“Aaaaargh!” Please! Stop!” I protested.
Barbara smiled and said: “I thought you liked being hurt?”
“No, no, you’re too heavy!” I said.
“Did you hear that Wendy?” said Barbara. “He thinks I’m too fucking heavy!”
“That wasn’t a smart thing to say!” said mum, looking at me as though I had just committed a huge crime. Barbara then stood back on the carpet astride my body looking down at me. She knelt down and plopped down heavily on to my chest, causing me to expel all air from my lungs.
“How dare you insult your mistress like that!” said Barbara. “Heavy indeed!” She then slapped my face hard from side to side with each hand. I must have had my mouth open as the slaps made a funny ‘popping’ sound.
“Did you hear that?” shrieked Barbara, bursting out laughing.
“Do it again.” said mother.
Barbara then slapped my cheeks from side to side quite hard. Apparently, there came a strange popping sound again from my head. Both women burst into fits of hysterical laughter. Then Barbara grabbed the dog collar and forced my head forward so that I was staring straight at her panty clad crotch.
“Wendy, dig your heels into him again. I want to see him suffer a bit under your heels.”
Mother then stomped on my thighs and lower torso, causing me to scream in pain. I was also going crimson from the air restriction caused by Barbara’s firm grip on the dog collar.
“Please! No more! It hurts!” I pleaded. This only caused Barbara to smile and say “Good!” She then sat forward and smothered my mouth and nose in her damp crotch, rubbing herself on me as though my face was some kind of toy. I could smell the wonderful scent of her arousal.
She then stood up and backed up and sat on the couch, asking mother to bring me to her with the dog lead, on my knees.
As I approached, Barbara took off her knickers and teased me by rubbing the crotch in my face. Do you like the smell of my pussy?” she asked.
“Oh yes. Yes!” I gasped. I wanted to thrust my cock into her so bad, but there was no chance of that happening with the leather cock restraint. My cock felt exceedingly uncomfortable.
“Down, boy! Go down there and please me! Show your mother what a good boy you are!”
Barbara parted her lovely legs as mother forced my head downward and shoved me forward into Barbara’s pussy. I made a half hearted attempt to resist, making it seem like I was an unwilling participant when, in reality, I was looking forward to this part more than anything.
“Remember what I taught you last time.” said Barbara. “Gently suck me and twirl your tongue at the same time.”
I felt something sharp stick into my back. I turned around and saw that mother was resting a spiked heel into my back, causing me to gasp in pain. Barbara just smirked and said “Oh you poor boy. Is mummy hurting you with her heely-weely?”
My hair was grabbed and my face was cruelly forced against Barbara’s gorgeous hairy cunt. I started to do as Barbara requested. I knew she liked this technique, so I sucked and swirled my tongue against the top part of her clitoris, squeezing and flicking it gently between tongue and front teeth. With the tight collar, breathing was more of an effort than usual, but I managed to get some air through one nostril.
“Not so hard, not so hard! That’s it! Higher, higher. Don’t press so hard. Just do it gently. Oh Wendy, give the boy a smack for being disobedient.
“I’ll just dig my heel in harder.” said mum.
I felt the pain of her heel like a burning dagger. I groaned in pain and readjusted myself to pleasure Barbara, ignoring my own need for air.
“That’s it. Yeeeeessss. Thaaaaat’s it! Oh good boy! I’m gonna cum like this. Don’t you dare stop. Keep going!”
I was struggling for breath as Barbara was positioning herself such that my mouth and nose were almost completely covered. I tried to position myself so that I could breath better Shit! I couldn’t breath! I carried on for another twenty seconds until my lungs were starting to burn. I gave my head a slight twist to the right and sucked in a little air and carried on sucking. Another twenty seconds and I was starting to sweat and panic. Maybe if I could just get another nostril free for a second. I tried, but Barbara grabbed my hair harder and pushed me into her crotch until I was sealed. I kept licking and sucking for all I was worth. Then, slowly, Barbara’s body started to relax and her pelvis seemed to swing upward as she made a huge sound like a woman in the midst of child labour. I was starting to black out! I could hear a buzzing sound and my eyes seemed to see only a wall of grey.
“Oooooooh fuuuuuuuck!!” yelled Barbara as she rhythmically rubbed her cunt all up and down my facial features, allowing me a life-saving gasp of air. I pulled back for a few seconds and regained some equilibrium.
“I nearly suffocated!” I gasped.
“Ooooh you say all the right things you sexy little slave! You did a good job though.”
She the pulled my collar and indicated she needed more. Mum had taken her heel off my back and went to get something from the table. It was the paddle!
“No, mum, please! Not the paddle again!”
She just ignored me and sat on my back as Barbara pulled me towards her again. This time, she sat upright closer to the edge of the couch so that I had to bend lower to get the right angle at her pussy.
“Gentle, gentle! It’s very sensitive!”
Within seconds, Barbara was coming again and I was vaguely aware that she and my mother were kissing and fondling each other while I was hard at work. Occasionally, mother would slap my backside with the paddle, encouraged by Barbara. Each groan of pain from me seemed to coincide with another orgasm from Barbara. Of the two women, Barbara seemed to be the one with the sadistic streak, though no mercy was shown my mother either.
After a brief discussion, which I didn’t hear because Barbara had my ears covered by squeezing head between her thighs, I was told to lie on my back. I was glad to be able to breathe freely and to relieve the ache in my back and neck.
“No, I mustn’t allow that!” mum was saying. “It’s not right.”
“Just tease him then.” Barbara was saying.
After a second’s consideration as she looked down at me, and said, “Oh, all right then.”
She then stood over me and slowly lowered herself onto my chest, pushing my tethered hands over my head.
“You’re not to touch.” she said. She sat there with her knees together while Barbara unfastened the cock harness. Moments later Barbara squatted onto my cock, gently guiding it into her soaking wet pussy. I groaned partly with pleasure and partly with discomfort because the weight of the two women was frankly very noticeable.
From behind, Barbara uncapped my mother breast from the basque and let them hang free. They were beautiful, full breasts with large areola and hard nipples. This was only the second time I ever recall seeing my mum’s breasts. They were magnificent! Barbara plainly thought so too as she fondled them from behind and kissed mothers shoulders and neck.
Mother gasped with pleasure and turned and returned Barbara’s kisses. It was quite a spectacle! I could feel Barbara’s vaginal muscles clenching around my cock, which had become even harder, if that was possible.
Then, mother’s legs parted and I could see her divine, panty clad bush just a foot or so away from may face. I could see Barbara’s hand wander down to my mother’s crotch and gently rub her pussy. Then, both women looked down at me as Barbara said: “wouldn’t you like to kiss your mother’s pussy? Huh?”
“Y-yes!!” I gasped. Then Barbara placed her hand inside mum’s knickers and inserted her finger into my mum’s pussy. I could hear slight ‘squelch’ as Barbara rhythmically fingered my mother unashamedly right in front of me.
“Bet you’d like a taste of this, wouldn’t you slave?” she purred.
“Oh my God, yes, yes please!” I stuttered. I wanted to say more but knew it would be wrong.
Then Barbara seductively inserted her fingers into my mouth and said “Taste it! Does it taste good? Huh?”
“God yes, it-it tastes fantastic!” And it did!
They whispered to each other and seemed to reach an agreement as mother moved forward and pushed her panty clad pussy right onto my face.
“Kiss her knickers!” commanded Barbara. “Worship that pussy, slave-boy!”
I lovingly sniffed and kissed my mother’s see–thru knickers, savouring every inhalation of her musky scent. I moaned with ecstasy and pushed my face into her most intimate, damp regions. I looked up to see Barbara looking over my mother’s shoulder. She was smiling and licking her lips while slowly riding my incredibly hard cock. I looked at my mother and she looked back down at me, smiling, pouting her lips. Her eyes were sparkling. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful.
Barbara looked like Dusty Springfield, and I always thought my mother looked like Liz Taylor. If I had had a camera, that picture would have sold a trillion copies.
“Oh what the hell!” said mum and parted her knickers with her bejewelled, elegantly nail varnished fingers, revealing a thick, luxurious bush of pubic hair and the most wonderful rose-like bud of a labia I have ever seen.
“Show me what you can do.” she said.
I don’t know how much time passed. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been an hour. All I know is that I was fortunate enough to have pleasured two beautiful women at once, ending with all three of us seemingly climaxing together.
I was then asked to collect my clothes and leave the room. I was so exhausted; I flopped onto my bed and fell asleep instantly.
In the early dawn light, a strange thing happened. Something woke me. As I looked to the side, I could see my mother standing there in her dressing gown.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“Yes.” I said. “What’s the matter?”
“Barbara and I won’t be seeing each other any more. It was all a mistake, an experiment that went wrong. We both realise that now. Will you please forgive your silly mother?”
I knew and instantly understood that, since my father had left, my mum had been in a bad space; had been drinking heavily and had basically been unhappy with herself and with her life.
“Of course mum. Don’t worry. I don’t think badly of you. In fact, if anything I kind of respect you more.”
She came over to me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.
“You’re a good boy.” she said. Then she stood there for a moment.
“What?” I said.
She let her bath robe open wide, revealing her naked form in the morning twilight. She looked more beautiful than a Michaelangelo sculpture. Her smooth skin seemed to radiate; her thick, dark, bush contrasting against the alabaster-like texture of her lovely belly.
I groaned inwardly.
“Please can you finish what you started last night? I can’t sleep. I think I’m going crazy!”
“Of course. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. How could I refuse?” I replied.
“Don’t say anything. Don’t touch me. Just finish what you were doing last night. Please?”
“Yes. Oh yes!” I panted.
She disappeared out of the room for a moment (leaving me momentarily perplexed), then re-emerged with a thick bath towel. She folded the bath towel into a square and placed it under my neck. Then, with her bath robe still on, she straddled my face and slowly lowered herself onto me.
I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. It must have been into double figures. What I do recall was the release of fluids during the third or fourth orgasm. I then understood why she needed the towel.
That was the last time we had any more sexual contact. We always remained close, but never discussed the events of that night ever again.
Now that I am older, I understand that she was in a bad head space and that she needed something. I like to think I helped her through her difficult period. I also think she helped me. I have always had successful relationships with women and feel I understand them more than the average bloke. I also believe I was never harmed by the experience of that summer. I ceased pining for my lost girlfriend and became a well adjusted human being.
Well, apart from having a fetish about facesitting!
THE END