Im Mels Dad Ch 14 Next Day

FOURTEEN

'Next Day'

In the morning, I wake with, as usual, my cock in the envelope of your mouth, your tongue swirling and swabbing.

You are is SO good at this.

Before I come, I comb my fingers into your hair, close to your head, fist it and pull you off. You are confused, I've never done that before.

"What, Dad? Did I..."

"No, Sweet. Just a change of plans - Your mother's downstairs."

"Yes, and...?"

I pull your hair, tilting your face up and kiss your mouth, firmly.

You kiss back just as firmly.

We mash bone.

I release you and smooth your hair against your scalp.

I reach up and grip the nipple-ring through your right nipple.

I tug gently, pulling it as far as I can, drawing your tit into a cone,.

You gasp.

You smile.

You lean down to kiss me, which releases the tension of your glorious mound and it returns to it's natural shape.

I give you a three-quarter turn and you gasp into my mouth.

We like that.

I press the back of your head and we breathe into each other's mouths, sharing air.

We get high from the oxygen deprivation.

You pull back and press your palms against my shoulders.

We smile at each other for a moment.

I break eye contact.

"Shower. REAL clean. Outside and in. Then, come down."

You move across the floor with your usual swaying grace and my hard cock twitches.

At the bottom of the stairs I see that she is still struggling to hold herself up with knees bent - extremely difficult with the way I left her a few hours ago.

If she fails, she'll hang by the neck and slowly strangle.

That she's still alive means that she's tested how long she can go without breathing before being forced to quarter-lift herself again.

It's been hard on her, her body sheens with layers of sweat - actually a quite beautiful effect with the light shafting through the cut and colored glass in the window in the door.

She turns her head up to me, dried tear-tracks still traceable on her cheeks.

Her exhausted eyes plead with me - she knows she must not speak. Must not plead with me for the release she knows I will not grant.

Yet.

I unplug the phone from the charger and call Betty to tell her I want to add cameras in basement.

She has me call Peter. He's forgotten about installing the new lights in the basement, but promises to send me the lights by afternoon.

I tell him to send four cameras as well so that I can install them to cover the area I have planned for your mother.

I see you standing, your wet hair hanging heavy and dripping on your heels. Your hair clings to your skin, accentuating the firm sinuous contours of your back, shining like wet paint the color of silver-honey.

Your beautiful hair hangs only down your back, leaving you otherwise, naked and exposed. Your delicious breasts stand off your chest, nipples erect and inviting.

You express no emotion as you look down into the trembling eyes of your mother pretzeled against the stairs.

She stares back into yours, a look flooded with emotion. Exhausted, scared, begging, resigned, begging, loving, apologizing, searching - and knowing she must remain mute.

I like that.

She is obviously exhausted, her thighs rippling with the agony of supporting her weight for hours on flexed knees.

The marks on her neck make it clear that several times she decided to give her legs a rest from supporting her weight by allowing her body to hang from the baluster.

She would have had to be very aware of her situation at all times - if she relaxed, she would choke to death.

Her entire shivering body is covered with sheening sweat, a thickening shell.

"Do you still want her to stay?"

You do not respond.

Just as I inhale to ask again, you turn to look at me, your face still damp.

I look back, expecting a reply.

You turn your eyes again to your mother.

I watch the two of you. Near perfect exquisite bodies, nearly identical. Both shimmering, colored by light streaming through the window in the door.

One erect and serene, the other contorted and tortured

I like this.

I step to you and join you looking at your mother, though I am not interested in her eyes. I am watching... what she is.

I stroke your hair-draped ass, wet silk over warm, firm muscle.

You turn to me, fix your eyes on mine and nod.

I nod back.

"OK, go fetch the eight-tail and the buggy whip.

"And the Flyboy - it's in the closet drawer."

I watch you walk away. Usually, your hair flows gently when you walk forward; now, wet, it sticks to you like a shimmering coat of honey.

I like that.

I get hard.

I turn to your mother and just look.

Wondering why the hell she came back here, knowing what that would mean.

She looks up to me - no fear, no anticipation, no plea, no hope - waiting to learn which of all that she knew was coming, is coming next.

She looks up to my eyes.

She glances down to my stiffness but quickly looks back up.

Her breasts hang from her ribs, their weight belied by their size.

I reach under and grab her right tit and lift slightly, twisting her body up towards me.

With my left foot I sweep her legs out from under and jerk up so that she's hanging from her tit.

I reach between her legs and dig the two middle fingers of my left hand into her pussy, not surprised to find it flowing juice.

I lift her and slide in under her, lifting, shifting, adjusting her by her cunt until her ass rests on the tip of my cock.

I release my grip and she falls - to hang by her neck, her hole just grazing my dick.

She whimpers.

She shivers.

A tear rolls over her cheekbone and drips off her jaw.

She begins to choke and lifts herself to relieve the grip of the whip around her neck.

I knock her legs out and she falls again. Her cries choke-out in her throat and her tears gush, her breath completely stopped.

I reach behind me with one hand and find the knot at the baluster. With the other I circle my hard shaft and rub my head against her sopped cunt.

I undo the knot enough to slowly ease her down, very slowly.

I line my pussy-juice sheened cock up to her ass, delighting to feel her sphincter surrendering as her weight forces her down onto my cock.

She cries.

I like that.

At last she bottoms out and I am fully inside her.

The whip goes slack around her neck and she sucks in a long series of deep gasping, choking breaths.

I tighten the whip again until I lift her by her neck so that she hangs with me nearly half unsheathed.

The clutching of her asshole delights me.

She lifts herself up with her shaky legs to relieve the pressure on her neck.

Just before she escapes my cock I slam a fist down onto her pube, driving her fully in, choked again by the whip.

She lifts again, I slam again, she chokes again.

Thus we dance.

You come down the stairs, you hair still damp and heavy, but no longer clinging, pasted to your curves.

I look up at you, craning, my skull pressed against the skirtboard. God, you are so beautiful, and this view, up your leg, over your ass, your muscles flexing gracefully beneath your dark cream skin.

She lifts to relieve the strangling of the whip. I quickly grab her tits, fingers digging deep, and jerk her to seat fully down, her firm ass pressed against my cradling pelvis, the whip's noose digging deep into her neck.

I hold her down as you walk around to stand before us, looking down.

I watch your eyes glittering with an excitement, a lust, I have not seen since your mother appeared from behind the door.

Ahhhh, you are ready, eager.

I like that.

"Put the ass prong in her mouth."

Her ass clutches my cock at those words.

You lean down and press the spongy latex shaft against her lips.

Your tits hang tight and full against your chest.

So lovely.

I jerk her down onto my cock, choking her on the whip.

You jam the dildo into her mouth and straighten up, some of your still damp hair draping over your shoulders and framing your wondrous globes.

I look up to your eyes, alight with anticipation.

She attempts to lift to relieve the tightness of the whip around her neck. I curl my fingers over her pelvic arches and hold her at a height I enjoy.

Her trembling thighs shake her ass around my cock. I hold her so that her double sphincter convulses on the middle of my shaft.

"Do you want her to stay?"

"Yes," you softly breath through lust-tightened throat.

"Use the eight-tail and redden her tits."

I spread my legs between her thighs, moving to open her up. I lift my ankles and plant my feet pinning her, stretching her legs and crotch wide.

Your first swing catches her on the left side, the knotted strands swiftly dragging over her tit. Her ass clamps on my cock

"Again."

You swing back against her right.

"Keep it up, Sweet."

You begin to get into it, I see a wild flame burst into your eyes.

You are enjoying this whipping of your mother's tits.

I am enjoying that you are.

Her enforced position, with her legs wide, her thighs pinned, her knees flexed - causes her shivering to continue. With each of her blows, her ass grabs and tugs at my cock.

I watch your tits sway as you lash her over and over. Faster and harder as your excitement rises.

Your drying hair carresses your shoulders - it would be flying wildly if were shorter - even mid-back length - but it reaches nearly to the floor so swings heavily as you begin to sweat from excertion

I reach to plow my fingers into her cunt - flowing like a spring. I dig three fingers of each hand into her gash and pinch her clit between my thumbs.

I lift and pull her down in a rhythm you pick up and she is a puppet between us.

Her screams are trapped by the ass-prong in her mouth and the whip chokes her each time I pull her down to sheathe fully on my cock, her twin anal rings clutching with each blow.

I time it so she's tight when I'm pulling down and loose on the rise.

Your eyes are now ablaze watching her nipple-tipped globes swelling and reddening beneath your ministrations.

I see you like it.

I like that.

I look up into your eyes and you gaze back.

Though we are both acting against your mother, WE are making love to each other.

You lick your lips and slow your strokes, lashing the eight-tail across her reddened tortured tits only every other time I lift her to you.

Your concentration more intense.

You have found your pleasure in this.

I like that.

I pull the whip, stretching her neck and began to pound up into her, bouncing off the floor. Each stroke into her ass lifts her to relieve the grip of the leather on her throat and she inhales gasping before I nearly withdraw and leave her hanging.

I slow my pace, pausing at the bottom, her writhing, clutching struggles transporting me.

You see what I am doing and begin to fiercely whale her swelling mounds.

I pull my fingers from her cunt and offer them up to you.

You lean down to clean them, sucking them into your mouth and licking them voluptuously.

We both ignore her, your whip laying limp in her wide-spread crotch, your hair cascading over us, a gentle silken veil.

I curl my fingers behind your teeth and draw you down to a long deep kiss, our heads beside hers as she hangs, choking.

Her struggles, trapped between our bodies and losing breath, compel me to come inside her.

I break our kiss and loosen the whip so that her taut ass is cradled in my hips.

She is gasping in huge gulps, recovering, and that translates into delightful actions around my dick.

"Get the crop."

You bend over to pick up the crop, your hair flowing to your sides, your perfect ass exposed as your body is curtained by the silken honey.

You stand before us again, between our wide-spread legs.

I reach around and vise her nipples between thumb and fingers, thrumming as I twist.

Cupping her globes, I lift your mother's breasts to you, as if in offering.

"Snap at her nipples. Just the flapper. Sharp."

Your swing lands the crop on her upper slope, her ass spasms on my soft cock

"Just the nipple, Sweet. Lay it hard on just the nipple."

Your next stroke is perfection. Her mewling shriek and clutching rings delight me.

"Again."

And you do it again.

And again

And the fire behind your eyes and the strength of your blows intensify.

You are as if in a trance, varying strength, speed... and you develop a snapping flick that resounds round the foyer.

I watch delighted as you develop a ferocity I've not seen before.

I like that.

You suddenly stop and trail the crop down your mother's belly to rest the flap on her cunt.

You look to me for... approval? permission? guidance?

"No, Sweet, you might hit me."

You quickly rain five strikes on her clit, the last one nipping my balls.

I lift off the floor with a yelp.

I roll out from under her, my now reviving cock dragged out of her ass.

I stand and hug you to me, our lustful breathing adjusting to a mutual rhythm.

My half-hard cock pressed against your pubic bone, your tits flattened to my chest.

I comb my fingers through your hair, spreading it out to the sides as far as my hands can reach.

With my arms outstretched, I close my fists around a hank on each side and kiss you.

Deep.

You press your pussy against my thigh and rub yourself on me, smearing your juices on my quad.

I reach behind you, pulling your hair down, your face to the ceiling, I nuzzle into your throat.

My cock twitches against your abs.

I look down at her, disheveled, sweating, her tits swollen and red.

I press my toes against her flowing cunt and mash her clit.

I undo the whip from the baluster and drag her by her neck to the middle of the foyer.

She is on her back, the triprobe dildo hanging from her mouth by its 12" x 3 1/2" prong.

I lead you to stand over her, straddling her head, facing toward her feet.

I sit on her chest, crushing her tits.

With one hand I twist the dildo in her mouth, to point the two free prongs up at you.

With the other hand gripping your hip, I pull you down towards her face.

I guide first the long prong to graze the lips of your cunt, pulling you down to force it into your dripping slit.

I carefully maneuver you so that your asshole is over the fat short butt plug.

You rock your hips and squat deeper until you have taken them both fully in and you are seated firmly on your mother's face.

You fuck her mouth slowly, pressing into her throat.

She gags, and her chest convulses under me.

Yes. Yes.

This is good.

I watch as you get more vigorous, smashing into her, possibly damaging her throat as you force your cock deep into her

The fire in your eyes and the mask of your lust causes me some concern for her safety.

I like that.

I move to hug your head against my abs and, gripping your hair, lift you off your mother.

I kiss you standing, my cockhead laying between your stupendous tits.

"Go fuck her cunt, Sweet. I'll take over here."

"Dad, this is so great."

"Yes."

Your hair sways, rippling across your back and ass as you walk to stand between your mother's feet.

You look down on her as she lies on her back, trembling and silent.

You kneel down, your knees forcing her thighs apart.

You sit on your heels than fold down.

Your tongue flickering over the indent of her naval

I bend down and grab her wrists, stetching her arm to pull on her shoulders.

I kneel and pin her elbows with my shins.

I waggle my hips, dragging my balls across her nose.

You curl up a bit and your flickering tongue dances over her clit.

She rolls her hips in involuntary recognition of your power over her.

I reach down to comb my fingers through your hair, pressing gently on your skull above your ears.

Gently drawing you towards me, you kiss up her abdomen to suckle on her tits.

Your hair, a draped veil, covers you both with its honey silk.

With a palm on each of her breasts you lift up.

I love the way your tits hang snugly against your ribs.

You rotate your hips, searching out her pussy with the head of your cock.

You look up to me and smile, eyes sparkling.

I can see that you have found your target and smile back.

I slide my ass across her eyes and forehead, resting my cockhead on her lips.

You move your hands to grip her hips, I curl my fingers to dig into the softness under her jaw.

We watch each other and, without a signal passing between us, we both plunge hard and fast into your mother.

Your thrusting causes her mouth to open, gasping, I drive into her throat with a single stroke, my asshole resting on her nose.

We both draw back and both slam in again.

And again.

We are withdrawing slowly, resting momentarily, then ramming in to the hilt in unison.

We are both ignoring her, watching each other.

I lean towards you and you respond by leaning forward for a kiss.

And we kiss.

Long, deep, exploring familiar territory.

We are absorbed into each other; She becomes a distant thought hovering on the horizon of our mutual bliss.

She suddenly starts thrashing, her body pinned to the floor, desperate.

I realize that our deep pause has left my cock crammed deep into her throat, my pubic bone jammed against her chin.

I break our kiss and pull back to leave her throat open, but to still fill her mouth.

I nod to you, you nod back and we both slam into her again.

In response to our mutual assault from opposite ends, she arches up, her back lifting off the floor.

She relaxes back down as we draw back.

I dig my fingers into her tits and you, recognizing my intent, grip her hips.

As we again cram into her we lift her and, when we pull back, crash her onto the floor.

We repeat this several times, watching each other with delight.

You lean down to suck and nibble at your mother's tits.

She moans around my cock, which I am stroking slowly and shallowly between her lips.

You look up at me and smile.

I draw out of her mouth, my now re-erected cock pointing at your forehead.

You press your cock deeper into her cunt and take me into your mouth.

Your lips and tongue are well practiced at this, not surprising considering your ritual way of waking me.

I begin to slowly pump into you, co-ordinated with your delightful ministrations.

As I press in and withdraw, I move forward, dragging my balls over her mouth to drape against her neck, my asshole hovering over her mouth

Her tongue, tentatively, then more aggressively, laves, laps and enters my anus.

I like this.

I gather your hair at the back of your head and weild it as a long honey-silk whip.

You begin to lift your ass to receive each blow.

Suddenly, you arch back in ecstasy, lifting off my cock and begin slamming into your mother in a frenzy.

Your firm tits bouncing in front of me attract my attention and, in order to thrust them further towards me, I jerk your hair back and down, arching you body further towards me.

I lean forward and suck your right tit totally into my mouth, gripping it near the base with my teeth, while my free hand clutches your left.

She is panting now as she joins you in coming, her hot panting breath replacing her tongue on my ass.

I am delighted.

My sperm oozes thin and spare from my dick, dribbling over her throat.

I reach down and massage it into her skin, pressing much harder than required for the task at hand, choking her against the floor.

After you and I relax from our climax, I lead you by the wrist to sit beside me on the couch.

We watch her silently as her panting slows.

She relaxes.

You turn to me and kiss my cheek.

I cradle your head against my shoulder and cup your tit, tapping, circling and pinching your nipple.

You snuggle closer.

Her head suddenly snaps to us, her face a mask of terror.