Im Mels Dad 28 Treating Mother

TWENTY-EIGHT

'Treating Mother'

Betty, in the lead, holds the handle of the bullwhip. The twelve foot, black, sixteen-plait braided bullwhip.

You have bent the fall of the whip to a long paracord and threaded that through your mother's clit ring.

The cord is y-ed to her fat steel nipple rings, bending her down by the tits.

Your mother stumbles along behind her long ago erstwhile sex-party partner, tugging her forward as if she was leashed at her pussy.

And that must be painful.

Betty moves quickly without considering the pain she is causing.

Then again, she probably knows about that pain. She has fully embraced the resurgent abuse your mother craves.

Betty had known her dark longings for abuse before I did.

Compounding the agonies you two have created is the rough rope coiled tight around her neck in six or seven tiers, bracing her jaw like a posture collar.

You glide behind the pair, your face wearing a cruelly mischievous smile that I have not seen before. You hold the rope tail of the collar like a leash and are moving slowly enough that the leash is pulling back against her neck enough that your mother is slightly choked as if you are restraining an over-eager dog on a walk.

This restraint forces her neck to be drawn back, pulling her shoulders back which adds a re-curve to her upper spine and strains her down-pulled tits.

Your face is lit by that smile.

A cute and delighted sadist you have become.

Sweet.

My darling, Sweet.

She is totally naked except that you have laced her into those absurd en pointe shoes. The heels are fucking longer than her feet.

Essentially you have given your mother hooves.

Where did you even get those things?

And why?

I do not see how it would be possible to walk in those things, much less walk on lawn while being forced into that ridiculous recurved posture.

But, she's managing.

And I am enjoying the parade.

Thoroughly.

You lead her to the center of the yard and order her to stand, hands behind her head, elbows back, legs spread wide.

Wider.

I hadn't noticed that you are carrying a five-gallon bucket full of water, which you drop heavily between her hooves, laced halfway up her calves.

Betty undoes the bend and lays the paracord through the handle of the bucket, pulling it tight before tying it off.

Your mother must flex her knees to accommodate the strain.

You drop your leash to lie along her ass crack and tie your mother's collar to the bucket handle as well.

You both look will pleased with your garden sculpture.

I am.

And judging by the quiet murmurs around our yard, so are the others.

You walk towards me, both hands at your neck, gathering your honeyed tresses. You thrust your tits toward me by drawing your elbows back. You wrap your hair into a loose figure-eight at the base of your skull.

You stand before me and brush my chest with your nipples.

I shiver, watching into your eyes.

Delightful.

I reach around you and gather you in to a deep hug, lifting you off your heels.

My stiffness is trapped and mashed between us.

We kiss.

The world beyond us fades and we float solitary together.

Charles steps up behind you and curls his fingers around the wings of your hips.

He presses against your back, his cock nesting in the groove of your beautiful ass.

He kisses the side of your neck. He licks your ear.

"Come, Mel."

He looks at me with a question.

How can I refuse.

He leads you over to where Peter is waiting, sitting on one of our lounges, his erect cock touching his abs.

Peter reaches out and, holding your ass, pulls you to stand between his thighs.

He kisses you abs and licks your navel, his tongue corkscrewing into your pit.

Charles toys with your tits, clutching and tugging, stretching and twisting.

Peter leans forward and covers your pussy with his mouth.

You thrust towards him, holding his head, giving him guiding encouragment.

Charles steps back and guides his cock between your thighs

You move sinuously, your pelvis dancing on his cock and Peter's mouth

Peter licks Charles' cock and guides it into your cunt

Charles jams into you, fucking you against Peter's face

Peter feasts on your pussy and clit, and on Charles' cock and balls.

You rock between impaling yourself on Charles' cock and offering yourself to Peter's lips, teeth and tongue.

Peter lies back, sprawling on the lounger, his cock ripped from your cunt.

You step forward to straddle the lounger and lower yourself onto his eagerly welcoming face

Charles kneels between Peter's wide-spread legs and leans forward to fondle your tits and kiss your back.

They rub their cocks together in the open air as they toy with you.

You shift your ass forward to Peter's tongue and twist at the waist to kiss Charles.

They both continue to manhandle your tits, a four-hand assault.

I notice that the Hofster Twins, tees and shorts long doffed, have moved to the sculpture you and Betty had left of your mother.

They are rubbing over her flesh, particularly fascinated by the straining muscles caused by the pose you have enforced with the bucket.

They alternate slapping and digging their fingers into her shivering thighs and calves.

Her tits, taut and slightly flattened by their downward tether, attract their curious attention as well.

They laugh at the effect thrumming the tight cord like a wash-tub bass has on her tits and cunt.

She jerks and screech delightfully, in rhythm to their quick tug and release.

Your mother is approaching her version of heaven - abused and helpless.

Juli steps behind her and, with powerful open-hand slaps starts spanking her ass.

This would knock her over onto her face, was Jodi not pressing that face into her tight gymnast's breasts.

Your mother takes the distraction eagerly, sucking on Jodi's dark button nipples.

Given the predicament you and Betty had created for her, she was limited to very little movement that didn't involve wrenching at her tits and cunt or choking her head back.

So she moves.

Her only means to maintain her balance is to dance clumsily on the hooves you'd laced onto her feet.

Where had you found those ridiculously high-heels.

They weren't really hooves, but they did force an en pointe that left her trying to balance on tips not much larger than a silver dollar.

And her failure was quite amusing.

The Twins took great delight in exploiting her problems.

As did she.

As did I.

I watched, rapt.

Eventually, the inevitable happened and your mother tipped over and fell on her side to lie on the grass at the feet of the Twins.

She hit the ground hard and her breath was expelled in a loud hooting.

Juli and Jodi laughed.

A musical trilling.

That stiffened me a bit more.

I decided to join them.

They all three watched my approach, my stiff cock swaying with each step.

The Twins, their eyes alight, crawled toward me across the grass. A matched pair of felines, stalking.

Or submitting.

I couldn't tell which.

I didn't really care which.

They met me about six meters from where your mother lay on her side and rubbed against my knees, purring.

Their white, white skin shimmered in the moonlight and I got a good look at their matching tattoos.

Green holly strands traced the upper edges of their buttocks and draped down, framing their cheeks.

The lentate petals of the flowers set off the red berry clusters with their whiteness.

And in the shallow hollows on the sides of their glutes were small black dog paw prints.

Very artistically done.

Realistic, with shading and shadow.

Hours spent beneath the needle of a genius artist paid off.

Imagining the sessions pumped more blood into my stiff cock.

I hadn't thought about tattoos much, but these beauties, inked into the fine porcelain skin of this pair of beautiful asses made me consider getting you inked.

I'll have to bring it up.

Soon.

Juli wastes no time.

She sits on her heels and waddles on her knees across the grass until my foot is trapped between her thighs.

She rubs her dripping cunt against the top of my foot.

I settle back on my heel and curl my toes up, providing a projection for her to scrub with her asshole and pussy.

Jodi quickly imitates her more aggressive sister and, rocked back on both heels, I must grip their white hair tightly to maintain my balance.

I am thrilled as they both their tongues along my cock, snaking, swirling, often entwining.

Occasionally, one or the other will pop my head between their lips.

To my great delight, they do a French kiss sort of thing, with my hardon between them, lips gliding along my shaft, tongues swirling around and along my dick.They look up at me, watching me with their fiery, ice-blue eyes glistening with moist excitement.

I like this.

I bend my knees, forcing the Twins to lean back, pressing their asses down onto my toes and dragging their cunts up my ankles.

They laugh and throw their arms back to balance on their hands.

Their backs arch deliciously, their small tits stretched almost flat over their well-developed pecs.

I lean down, put my hands on the ground and lower myself over the pale Twins until my knees are beside their heads with my shins pinning their shoulders to the ground.

This has pulled me from their mouths, but they both eagerly turn to lick me as best they can.

Their knees are fully flexed and they lift their pussies high, crammed against my shins.

They lift, wraggle and pump - taking full advantage of this contact.

Yes. This is good.

Very good.

I look to where your mother still lies tethered to the bucket - which has spilled onto the grass.

Her fall jerked on her breasts and folded her sharply, so that her nipples nearly touch her clit.

She has relaxed a little, straightened a bit as she is no longer weighed down by the near empty bucket.

But her devalued sense of self has not allowed her to completely unfurl.

I smile.

And rise up from the lovely Hofster sisters and crawl over to her.

She watches me, fear and pain painting her face.

Her dull eyes show her to be exhausted by terror.

The terror has gone.

All that remains is the just fear that her desires will be fulfilled here in our backyard.

At long last.

Her fear and her hope are identical.

I have come to enjoy that.

I remain perplexed, but I enjoy that.

I sense the Twins following, crawling in my wake.

I look over my shoulder and there they are, crawling in unison, one on each side of me, a meter or so behind.

I like the way their white bangs hang to their eyebrows.

I like the way their hair drapes, framing their faces, hanging on both sides of their heads.

I like the way their small tits sway between their powerful arms as they prowl.

I like the way their white skin glows in the moonlight.

I like... Them.

I turn back to see your mother lying curled on the grass.

"Juli, I need two tent stakes. They're in that box beside the back door."

"Sure, thing. Jodi, fetch."

Jodi hops up and moves quickly.

I holler after her, "You might have to dig a bit."

I watch her, skin glowing in the moonlight.

Her muscles moving beneath, so lithe, so graceful.

Beautiful.

Juli moves behind me and nestles against my back.

I snuggle into her as a backrest.

We watch her sister squat beside the box and rummage.

Your mother watches me, wondering, hoping, fearing.

Juli rubs her cheek against my head and quietly breathes into my ear.

Jodi lifts a large latex strap-on out of the box and looks back at us over her shoulder, questioning.

"Sure, bring it, too," I shout to her.

Juli licks my ear and reaches around to put her hand on my cock, still coated with their saliva.

I turn to kiss her and she gives my shaft a squeeze.

"This, too?" Jodi asks, holding a large plush bathtowel.

"Sure. Bring anything you find," I laugh and turn back to Juli's lips.

She strokes my dick slowly, her grip pulsing as she moves along it.

Jodi returns and drops a small pile beside us.

The towel, strap-on and stakes.

Plus two hanks of paracord, a coil of rice rope, a crop, and a tawse.

She holds up a quart jar of brownish cream and asks, "What's this?"

"Oh... uh... that's my special sauce. 'Excitation'."

"What's it for?"

With a short stnorting laugh I answer, "Satisfaction."

She looks at me quizically, lightly frustrated.

"I'll show you later."

I turn to the task at hand.

I move to release the tethers to the bucket you and Betty had set on your mother.

Juli and Jodi roll her onto her back and stretch her arms to the side.

I sit on her chest smashing her tits; She struggles to breathe.

I like the desperate sounds that struggle to escape from her compressed lungs.

The Twins pull her arms tight and straddle them, hovering their cunts over her hands.

Looking into each other's eyes, they circle your mother's fingers with them and pinch together into cones.

They settle their tight, clean-shaven cunt mounds onto those cones.

She, unable to resist - not wanting to resist - fondles the sisters.

Her fingers glisten in the same moonlight that makes their porcelain skin glow so beautifully.

They lean together and kiss, arms wrapping around shoulders.

I set to work on your mother.

I shove a tent stake on each side of her neck. Close. Rubbing against her neck as I push them into the ground.

She watches me terrified by what she sees in my eyes.

Yes.

I do like that.

As does she.

I see her lust rising through the fear.

Yes.

I take up a three meter long strand of paracord and, centering it on her throat, lead a bight on each side through the hooks on the stakes cradling her neck.

Pulling each end snug I lay the ends across her throat and do the same again, being sure to snug the cords against those just laid.

I repeat this several times until there are six strands laid over her throat and roughly push fingers under the cords, which choke her breifly.

Her eyes spark at me - and tear.

I work the ends of cords under the laid strands several times to wrap them together and tie a neat bow under her chin.

This collar pins her to the ground by her throat.

Pressing on the Twins' shoulders for leverage, I rise and move down to your mother's legs.

This forces their pussy lips to spread and swallow your mother's fingers.

They wriggle and rock onto her unintended invasion.

I wrap her thighs tight together and do the same for her ankles.

I watch as Juli reaches down and, smiling at me, forces two fingers into the supine woman's pussy.

She begins to rock more vigourously on the fingers working in her own cunt.

Jodi is inspired and adds two fingers to her sister's.

They don't pump, but, working on opposite sides, pull her pussy open, exposing the blood-suffused pink interior which sparkles with her juices.

The Twins each, with their free hands, begin to maul your mother's tits, digging fingers deep into the dense softness, pinching the ringed nipples and yanking exhuberantly on the chain yoke.

She writhes in joyous pain and her shrieks, now free of the compression of my ass on her chest, rip through the night beneath the stars.

I notice that our activities have gathered an audience.

We are ringed by our guests.

You come and sit behind me, spreading your legs and snugging your pussy against my ass.

I lean back to recognize you and turn to kiss.

You reach around me, spread one hand over my chest, the other, you rest on my crotch.

I lick your lips, you open to me and we tongue-tangle.

You slowly and gently stroke my cock.

"Fuck her, Dad."

Your eyes twinkle.

I nod and turn to do just that.

I turn just in time to see the Twins pull her up by her cunt and fold her over so that her knees hover over her face.

Her beautiful ass is high in that pose and I focus on her brown sphincter.

You clutch my cock and lift - well...

I rise to my knees, you release me and I shuffle so that my thighs support her back.

I bend over to cover her and aim my dick to her rear entry.

I circle my head around her asshole and I feel her attempt to relax and welcome me in.

She succeeds in her attempt and allows my slow assault.

I move like molasses into her, in one stroke.

I feel her muscule rings forced deeper into her as my shaft drags them relentlessly in.

Her wet satin-covered colon feels like blazing hot pudding, her rings pulse around me stretching my skin away from my head.

I feel her every shudder, her every surrender.

Fully in, my balls lay on her tail.

She rocks gently back and forth, unsatiated.

Wanting more.

I like this.

A lot.

The Twins blossom in delight as I speed up and get up to pounding hard.

Her knees knock against her face.

Once I notice that, I go harder.

I feel her joyful pulses at being punched.

I do not understand, but I know she wants more.

More than I am willing to give, but I'm working on that.

I jab and jab and jab as hard as I can, letting my weight carry me in fast and deep.

I feel your hands on my ass, stroking, riding and encouraging.

Juli reaches in and finds the chain linking tits and clit.

She pulls it and loops the chain through the rings through her nipples.

She pulls it so tight that her tits are stretched nearly enough to contact her stretched clit sheath and ties it off.

No movement is possible without pain.

So, of course, your mother bounces more fiercely against me.

The sisters nip, bite, rub, spank, and slap the back and sides of her tortured tits.

They are enthusiastic.

Your mother's howls of pain bring joy.

I feel a soft hand on my back and look back to see Betty, who has donned the long fat strap-on that Jodi brought back from the box.

"Out of the way, Roger," she laughs.

I move and sit beside you to watch her plunge into your mother's ass.

The strap-on is twice as wide as my dick and a little longer.

And Betty is more enthusiastic than I had been, recalling the begging, simpering slut who had abandoned us.

And Betty can be VERY enthusiastic.

I begin to worry that your mother's nipples and clit will be ripped away.

I'm not sure that would not please her.

More importantly, however, it would not please me.

So I crawl over the grass to unclip the chain from her tits and let it hang, bouncing and smashing her tits, driven by the hefty woman's ferocity.

Fascinated by the circling dance of Betty's massive mammaries, Juli reaches, curiously, to feel how these extrodinary masses feel.

She likes it, apparantely and she is joined by Jodi.

They get more and more agressive, eventually digging so deep into her massive udders that they are controlling the older woman.

She accedes willingly, eagerly, as they pull her towards them by her tits.

My massive strap-on is dragged out of your mother's ass and bounces against her face.

The Twins aim that monster into her mouth and Betty straddles her head and fucks her mouth with a vengence.

Her throat?

She is ravished brutally.

Juli and Jodi hold Betty's bouncing tits, dig in and feed on her huge nipples, suckling as her ass smothers your mother's chin.

You snake up next to me and lay your head on my thigh

The others encircle the group and watch the show, rapt.

Saisha snuggles against my side and combs your hair with her fingers, draping it over my thighs.

I wrap my arm around her and toy with her tiny tits, pinching and mauling.

She lays her head against my chest and purrs.

Clutching a handful of your hair at the crown, she pulls your head up and turns your face down to my lap.

She rubs your face against the head of my rampant cock then drives me hard between your welcoming lips.