DEPENDENCY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 9 ]

Frank got a real charge out of pitting mother against daughter. By now Angela was so much under his control that she would do anything. April was the same way. Individually he could have them any time, but the most fun was humiliating them in front of each other. Thursday afternoon he had another idea for pushing the buttons of his two slaves.

When he’d first moved in, Frank had noticed how Angela met her daughter at the door after school every day. It was a daily ritual that lasted for a few minutes as Angela prodded her daughter about the day’s events. As her clothes got skimpier, Angela had become reluctant to face her daughter and the ritual had nearly faded. Now that April was her fellow sexual slave, the ritual was gone altogether.

So, when the door slammed as April came home, Angela made no move to greet the 13-year-old. Instead, it was Frank at the door. April’s breath caught at the sight of her new daddy. She hated coming home anymore, but she was under strict orders to come straight home. So far she hadn’t tried to rebel against those orders to see what the dire consequences might be. Despite her chagrin, she said, “Hi, daddy.”

“Hi, baby girl,” said Frank. He’d toyed with the idea of getting her to dress more sexily, but he didn’t want the boys at school to be all over her. She was his secret. So, she was wearing loose fitting jeans and a T-shirt. Her young curves were hidden under the clothing. “Mommy went shopping today,” he told her. “Go try on your new outfit. It’s on your bed.”

“OK, daddy,” said April, as a sinking feeling hit her stomach. New outfits were never nice anymore. She wondered what this one would be.

Frank walked back into the family room and turned off the TV.

“Hey,” complained Angela. She always thought of this as her time. Once April had provided her with safety, but recently the TV had been her only excuse to avoid Frank.

“Stand up, Angie,” said Frank.

The woman knew that her peaceful afternoon was over. Still she countered with, “I heard April come home. Why don’t you let her keep you happy?”

“That’s up to you,” said Frank. “Now don’t make me tell you to stand up again.”

Angela stood, wondering what Frank meant by his comment. Perhaps this was just a temporary intrusion into her TV time. If that was true, she wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible.

Frank admired the woman’s full tits as the strained against the thin material of the camisole she was wearing. It was see-through and a size too small. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, making tiny mounds of their own atop the bigger mounds of her breasts. Her firm, flat tummy peaked out from under the bottom of the short top as her waist narrowed. Two little bows were perched on her hips, keeping a sheer G-string from falling to the floor. Her shaved pussy lips pouted against the G-string.

Angela stood for his gaze. At his motion, she turned around to show her ass. Her ass was completely uncovered with just a tiny string appearing out of the top of the crack of her ass. She completed the turn, and looked at the bulge in Frank’s crotch. If April was home, but not in the room, that meant she was probably putting on her matching outfit. Angela stretched, accentuating her breasts against the camisole. She wanted Frank hot, but then he was so easily distracted by April… She’d tease him and then get her daughter to do the dirty work.

April’s top was less snug than her mother’s. It was, after all, hard to find a sexy garment like this that was a size too small for a 13-year-old. Still, as she put it on, she felt naked. The G-string was simply obscene. She looked at herself in the mirror for a minute, noticing that everything was visible. “Fuck,” she said aloud. “Might as well have nothing on.” Then she smiled at her image, trying on a pleasant look for her daddy. “Don’t I look precious, daddy?” she asked, sarcastically.

She left her room wondering how she was going to get out of this one. No way was daddy going to keep his cock in his pants as soon as he saw her dressed like this. She entered the family room and wasn’t surprised to see mommy wearing the same damn thing.

“Wow, you look hot, baby girl,” said Frank.

“Thank you, daddy,” said April.

“What do you think Angie? Is she hot or what?”

“She looks hot,” said Angela. She cast a glance at her precious TV and then turned back to April. “She looks like she could suck the chrome off a tailpipe,” she said, watching April’s expression as she said it.

“Mommy!” said April. She blushed as she looked down at herself and then said, “You look just as hot.”

“Girls, girls,” said Frank, interrupting them. He held up a one hundred dollar bill. “Who wants to go shopping and spend this on whatever you want?”

“Me,” said Angela.

“I do,” said April at the same time.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” said Frank. “But I’ve only got one, so only one of you can go shopping.”

The two females had bright faces as they looked at him expectantly. He waved the bill back and forth, watching their eyes follow the treasure. While he understood the lure of the money, what he didn’t know was that to Angela and April the money and a shopping trip also promised time away from the house and him. The money was their escape and they waited eagerly to see what they had to do to win the shopping spree. The other thought that went through both their minds was that the loser had to stay home and satisfy Frank.

He put the bill back in his pocket and said, “Here’s the deal. I want to see a wrestling match between my two girls. The object of the match is to strip the other and then pin her on her back. When one of you is naked and pinned, the winner goes shopping. The loser… well, fuck I’ll be so hot by then that the loser is going to get fucked every which way I can think of.”

Angela smiled at the announcement. She was bigger and stronger than her daughter. The match would be a snap for her. “No problem,” she said.

“Daddy!” squeaked April. “That’s not fair. She’s bigger.”

Frank felt his cock harden just at the smile on Angie’s face. For a hundred bucks and a chance to get out of the house, she was going to offer up her 13-year-old daughter as a sacrifice. He’d wondered if she might lose on purpose to save her daughter from yet another assault, but the look in her eye said she thought her daughter was fair game for Frank.

“Oh, and if you leave the room, you lose,” said Frank. “You have to stay here and fight it out.” He didn’t have any other rules, so he plopped himself down on the couch and said, “Ready, set, go.”

April backed away from her mom as Frank said go. She warily watched as her mom approached confidently. The young girl ducked out of the way and across the room, making Angela turn and close the distance again. Hopelessly, April threw a glance toward Frank and saw him leering at her. She ran away from her mom again, desperately trying to think of a strategy that might work.

As Angela closed on her daughter a third time, she started looking for a way to contain the quick, young girl. All she had to do was get her hands on the girl and it would be over. She was surprised then when April ducked and charged her, trying to tackle her.

Angela was a young woman as well, with moves of her own. She sidestepped April’s charge and grabbed her daughter by the hair. With her other hand, she grabbed one of April’s flaying arms. Using the grip on April’s hair, she got behind April, pulling her arm up behind her and deftly trapping the girl. When April struggled, she immediately found out that the hammerlock was painful and gave her mom too much leverage. She was trapped!

Resisting the urge to immediately strip her daughter, Angela used the leverage to march the girl up a few feet from Frank and put her body on display. “Want this, daddy?” teased Angela as she held the 13-year-old for Frank to admire. “This what’s going to get fucked every which way this afternoon?”

Keeping the hammerlock in place, Angela let go of April’s hair long enough to untie one of the bows at April’s hips. Angela returned her grasp to April’s hair and pressed her cunt into April’s ass, forcing April to arch her body toward Frank. “Is this the hairless little cunt that’s going to get fucked?” asked Angela.

April was mortified. It was bad enough that the game was stacked against her, but now her mommy was taunting daddy with her body. She was going to get fucked. She was going to get fucked with mommy’s permission. But, she hadn’t lost yet. She fought again, trying to turn and face her mother.

Angela put down her daughter’s brief rebellion and then let go of April’s hair long enough to untie the second tie and pull the G-string clear of her tender young snatch. Again Angela used her hips to force April’s cunt out and on display. Then, Angela rotated her hips, causing April’s to do the same thing. “So fuckable,” said Angela. “Daddy’s little girl is going to get it right here.”

April felt her hips rotate sexily in front of daddy and saw his eyes as they followed every movement. In her ear she heard her mother say, “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, April. You wanted daddy to notice you. You wanted daddy to fuck you.” Then suddenly, April felt her mother release her.

So confident in victory was she, that Angela released her daughter, now bottomless. Taunting her daughter was a chance to release her own pent up frustration at her situation. She was going to make the most of it.

April was going to be less elegant that her mother. She just wanted the bitch stripped and then she’d figure out how to pin her mommy. She dove for her mother’s waist, intent on grabbing the G-string and pulling it down in one motion.

Angela saw the attempt coming and stepped back. With one hand, she pushed her daughter down and held her. April was flat on her stomach, wriggling to get away. Angela held her down with her hands long enough to step over the struggling girl and sit down on her back. Again April found herself in a hammerlock, but this time with the added burden of her mother’s weight pinning her down.

The mother spun her daughter around to face Frank again. Grabbing April’s hair, she pulled the girl’s head up and back, forcing her to arch painfully. The camisole stretched tight against the girl’s small tits. “Check these out,” said Angela to Frank. “Cute little baby girl titties,” she taunted her blushing daughter.

Releasing April’s arm, Angela held her in that arched position as she used her free hand to pull the sheer camisole up and over April’s head. The 13-year-old was completely naked now. The act of pinning the slender girl would be easy, but Angela was still enjoying herself too much. “Is daddy’s little girl all hot for daddy now?” she teased as she released April and reached under her with both hands. She grabbed April’s tits and squeezed them, then pinched her nipples to hardness.

April struggled anew as she felt her mother’s hands go to her tits. She tried to roll or wriggle out from under her mom, but the weight was too much for her. She fought even as she felt her nipples harden and her body was arched up again to display her tingling tits.

“I think somebody’s going to be sucking daddy’s cock pretty fucking soon,” said Angela as she displayed her daughter’s body.

One of April’s free hands grabbed Angela’s camisole and pulled. Feeling the sudden danger, Angela grabbed her daughter’s hand and pulled it free. She stood up, letting April go a second time. Then, Angela took a moment to readjust her top. April had been successful in exposing one tit, but not totally removing the top. It took just a second for her to cover her tit.

Meanwhile, April scrambled to her feet again. Now she was completely nude. When she was pinned, she’d be fucked. She appraised her mother, dismayed that the damage she’d done was so quickly fixed. Having felt her mother’s strength and seen her agility, the girl knew she had no hope. The gleam in her mother’s eyes galled her. Why couldn’t her mom and Frank just make her get fucked? Why did they have to embarrass her like this as well?

Getting cocky, Angela moved in on April again. Even if she did lose some clothing in the process, Angela knew that she would be the victor. There was no way that April could ever pin her mother.

April grabbed for Angela’s top, but it was a feeble attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Using her longer reach, Angela blocked the attempt and grabbed April’s wrist. Again the young girl found herself in a hammerlock. Angela gathered up April’s other free arm and pinned them both behind April. This time her entire nude body was presented to Frank. April felt his eyes roam up and down her body.

“Is daddy ready for his prize?” asked Angela. April was surprised at what happened next. She felt herself spun halfway around so she was facing her mother. At the same time, her arms were still pinned up high on her back. Then Angela forced April to bend at the waist and tucked the 13-year-old’s head between her mother’s legs.

April’s ass was on display now, as it pointed right at Frank. For a moment the girl thought she was being offered for that often promised spanking. But, instead she heard her mother say, “How about this hole, daddy? Were you thinking about fucking this little girl ass when you said she’d get fucked every which way?”

Surprised, April struggled even harder. She blushed at the exposure she was getting. Fucked in the ass was something she hadn’t even imagined yet. How dare her mommy suggest such a thing?

Every hole had now been offered to Frank, so Angela was finished. She simply pulled April to the floor, rolled her onto her back, and pinned her until Frank was satisfied. Standing, Angela said, “You two have a good time,” as she plucked the $100 bill from Frank’s hand. She went to her bedroom to change into shopping clothes.

For a brief second, April wondered how she could win a match like this. She was certain that Frank would make them do this again and she would lose every time. Then, her thoughts changed to more immediate concerns as Frank stood over her and started to remove his own clothes.

Once he was naked, Frank took April up to the master bedroom. There Angela was just finished putting on a pair of shorts and shirt. He lay down on the big bed and said, “Come lick daddy’s cock, baby girl.” Angela was just in the room for another minute. As she slipped on some sandals, she watched her daughter lick up and down the big hard shaft that pointed at the ceiling.

The mother walked out of the room with one final taunt, “Keep him happy, loser.”

April wanted to scream at her mother, but her mouth was busy with a less satisfying task. She sucked daddy’s big cock deep in her young throat for a minute before he pulled away. He wasn’t ready to cum yet.

As tempting as it was for Angela to offer up the girl’s virgin ass, Frank had other plans for the afternoon. Like Angela and April, he’d had no doubt who would win the wrestling match. What he wanted was the humiliation of April. He wanted her to know that her mother was giving her to him. He wanted her to understand that she had absolutely no choice in what happened in the bedroom. The threat of spanking, the fear of being homeless, and now the knowledge that she was just a sex toy were all leverage he could use to mentally dominate the young girl. Mostly he wanted to make sure that she would refuse nothing.

He tied her arms spread wide to the head of the bed. Then, he tied her legs to the head of the bed as well. The position bent her double at the waist, her feet up by her hands and her ass and pussy completely exposed. Frank completed the position by propping a pillow under April’s head. Tilted forward, the girl’s face was inches from her cunt. She could see the glistening pussy lips and smell her own pungent scent. The girl felt her muscles stretched in unusual directions.

“You’ve heard your mommy begging for my cock, haven’t you, baby girl?” asked Frank.

“Yes, daddy,” grunted April as she tried to get comfortable.

“Do you know what she begs for it so loud and with such enthusiasm?”

“Because she likes it?” ventured April. “Your cock, I mean.”

“If she likes it, why doesn’t she want it more often?” countered Frank. “No, that’s not it. Guess again.”

April pondered in silence for several seconds, aches settling into her legs, arms, and back. “Because she has to?” She was talking directly into her pussy, unable to look Frank in the eye.

“Why does she have to?”

“You make her say it.”

“Now, if she doesn’t like cock, how could I make her say it?”

“I dunno,” said April. “You make us do a lot of things.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” agreed Frank. “You let me know when you’re ready for my cock, OK, baby girl?” He walked out of the room, leaving her tied and the door wide open.

For a few minutes, April lay there wondering what he meant. She was completely at his mercy. He could poke that cock in her pussy or her ass very easily. She figured that meant she was ready for his cock. But, then there was that conversation about begging for it.

It wasn’t that the position was particularly uncomfortable, but the problem was she couldn’t move. Her muscles started to ache at first and she tried to shift around, ease their cramping. That didn’t work and the ache built up to a painful level. That’s when the light bulb went on in April’s head. “Fuck me,” she said softly. “I have to beg for it? No way.”

For a few more minutes she lay there stubbornly denying that this was happening to her. Desperately she tried to move around and ease the cramping. She tried rocking back and forth and got temporary relief. The ache and pain returned worse each time. Rivulets of sweat ran down her thighs, her sides, and her face. She struggled against the ties, but couldn’t get free.

She lost track of time as she fought against the pain. Then a crick in her back shot a knife of pain through her body. “Oh, God,” she muttered as she realized that the pain could get bad enough to make her beg like her mother did.

She heard the front door slam and then the sound of footsteps in the hallway. “Oh, God,” she muttered again. Had it been that long already? Her mother appeared in the doorway with a couple of bags.

Angela stopped short as she looked at her daughter. She recognized the position and the look of torment on April’s face. “Well, I’ll just put these away and leave you alone again,” she said.

”Mommy?” called out April. “It hurts. Help me please.”

Angela wanted to ignore her daughter. She put the bags away and turned, but a second plea caught her on the way out. She turned and sat on the bed, looking down at her tied and helpless daughter. Knowing exactly how she felt, a pang of sympathy shot through Angela. Yet, she knew that Frank would be terribly upset if she interfered. “April, honey,” said Angela. “Tell him he has a big, hard cock and you want it bad.”

“Mommy? I’m scared,” said April. She didn’t know how far Frank would push her, but she saw this as yet another surrender that would put her more at Frank’s mercy than ever. And worse, her own mother wouldn’t help her.

Angela stood. “He’s in the family room watching a game, so you better say it loud.” She left the room.

April waited until the footsteps faded. “Oh, Jesus Christ, daddy, I need your big hard cock in my little girl cunt,” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Daddy, your little baby girl, needs a cock.”

Downstairs Angela gave a smile to Frank as he stood to answer the request. She half wanted to go watch, but she decided to keep her distance this time.

Next door, Kathy’s afternoon was not going nearly so smoothly. With Mark standing up in his usual perch, suddenly Steve came charging out the door onto the patio. “What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded. His 13-year-old son was naked with his scrotum stretched in a one inch steel band.

Mark jumped at the sound of his father’s voice and used his hands to cover his crotch. He looked at Kathy and then back at his father and then jumped down. Play time was over.

The dominant woman wasn’t about to be cowed by Steve’s blustering. She faced him down. “Keep your voice down,” she said. “Don’t you dare talk to me in that tone of voice. Now, get up to your room, pain boy,” she said as she turned away from him, dismissing him. “I’ll deal with you later.”

“Not today, Kathy. You’ve gone too far,” said the big man. “Mark get inside.”

“Uh, dad,” said Mark, indicating the stretcher on his balls.

“Don’t look for sympathy from me,” said Steve. “Looks to me like you’re getting what you deserve, fucking around with my girlfriend. Now get inside.”

“You aren’t giving any orders around here,” said Kathy, still trying to control the situation. Mark froze in position as he heard his father’s order countered. “Ms. Kathy sent you to your room.”

“Give me the key to that damn contraption and get out of this house.” Steve wasn’t backing down either.

“Come with me,” said Kathy and she walked inside the house. They were making too big a fuss outside. Besides, she wanted to get some control of the situation. As she entered the house, she knew that Steve and Mark were right behind her. She spun around once they were inside. “Shut the door,” she told Steve, who quickly complied.

“Now, that’s better,” said Kathy. “You stay here,” she said to Mark. “Come with me,” she said to Steve and led the way up to their bedroom. Once there, she said, “That’s the way you follow orders, pain boy. Now get out of those clothes.”

“Shit,” said Steve as he realized she was still playing mind games with him. “I’m not following orders, bitch, I’m just… trying to… control the situation,” he said. “Now, pack your bags and get out. I can’t believe my own son is screwing you.”

“Well, don’t be mad at him,” said Kathy. “You were 13 once. Wouldn’t you have screwed me then, too?”

“That’s not the point,” argued Steve. “The point is… what… damn it, the point is you’re too old for him. He’s just a boy for Christ’s sake.”

“So, what are you going to do about,” demanded the woman, changing her tactics slightly. “Kick me out? Get rid of the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, but not with much enthusiasm. “You can’t cheat on me.”

“Why? Jealous? You jealous of your own son? Tell me the truth. You didn’t even know anything was going on. You were still getting the best cum-cums of your life. You were still getting what you wanted. You couldn’t tell the difference.”

“No,” admitted Steve. “But that’s not the point,” he said again.

“No, the point is that we’re doing a little fooling around when you’re not here. That doesn’t change a thing about our relationship. You’re still getting everything you want, pain boy.”

“Goddamn it, you can’t have us both.”

“Why not?” asked Kathy. “He doesn’t mind.” She let that sink it. “Oh yeah, he knows what goes on between us. He’s been home a couple of times and heard you begging. You remember the time I blindfolded you? That was so he could come and take a peek at big daddy tied and begging for more pain. He didn’t throw a fit when he saw we’re doing the same thing he and I do. So what’s your problem?!”

“Holy shit,” said Steve. “You let him watch?” He was stunned at the thought that his son had seen that side of him.

“Yes, I did,” said Kathy. “And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you watch me and him some time. But no, you want to be a bad boy. You don’t know how to share. I think Ms. Kathy is going to have to teach you a special lesson tonight.”

Steve felt his cock twitch at the mention of bad boy and special lesson. For some reason the thought of his son seeing him tied and begging was humiliating, but not revolting. The humiliation made him hard. He remembered his son was naked and stretched, waiting downstairs for them. His son had the same taste in sex. For a moment he wrestled with the realization that he was turned on. Was it the promise of a special lesson? Was it that his son had seen him? Was that his son was naked downstairs? Could he possible want to see his son get the same treatment?

Kathy saw the hesitation. She’d taken the fight out of him with her revelation. Now she moved in to seize control. “Does the pain boy want a cum-cum?” she asked him. “Don’t deny it, I can see the pain boy’s cock is hard.”

The initial shock of finding his son and Kathy out on the patio was fading. Somehow it suddenly seemed OK. Boys will be boys, he told himself and Kathy would be Kathy. What could he expect by leaving the two together? He reminded himself of the times he thought he’d seen the boy staring at her. He’d just ignored it then. The signs were right in front of him all the time. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He wanted to kick himself. This was all his fault for inviting her in and leaving them alone. He was such a bad father.

Steve’s mind continued to churn. He’d been tied up and Mark had seen it. Yet, that thought didn’t bother him so much either. If Mark shared the same secret, then it would stay a secret. He thought about life without Kathy – without the wonderful orgasms that she gave him. He thought about life with Kathy – with the knowledge that he and Mark were both getting the same thing from her. And he knew that Mark had seen him begging for more – someday he’d see Mark doing the same thing. His cock twitched again at the thought of sharing the humiliation. It seemed to magnify the whole experience ten times.

Kathy fetched a crop while Steve stood silent. She knew him well enough to know that his mind was a little slow, but it was working toward some resolution. She let him be for nearly a minute before she spoke again, “Ms. Kathy has had enough of you, pain boy. Get your fucking clothes off and get on the bed.” She slapped the crop across the palm of her hand for emphasis.

Steve slowly peeled his clothes off to reveal his solid chest, strong legs, and throbbing cock. There was no doubt in his mind or body that this would be a thrilling night.

When the big man lay back on the bed, Ms. Kathy strapped a two inch stretcher on his scrotum. He was unrestrained, laying docilely at her command while she put him in pain. Then, she tied his arms and legs to the corners of the bed. Slowly she stripped off all her clothes and then slipped on a string bikini. “Mark hates it when he’s naked and I’m not,” she said. “But, it makes him even harder.” She reached out with the crop and slapped Steve’s tortured balls.

“Oowww,” wailed Steve. “It hurts, Ms. Kathy.” But, there was nothing he could do as she slapped them again and again. With his cock just as hard as it could be, she slid a cock ring down the shaft and seated it firmly at the base.

“I’ll be right back,” said Kathy as she walked out of the room.

She found Mark in his room, dressed and trying to act like normal. However, she knew he had heard his father crying out in pain just moments ago. She also knew that underneath his clothes he was still wearing a scrotum stretcher. “Get your clothes off,” she told him. “We’re going to finish what we started.”

Mark blushed as he stripped off his clothes. This was different and he knew just how different it was. This time his father was in the house and knew what was happening. Once he was naked, he let Ms. Kathy tie his hands behind his back. Then, she grabbed his cock and pulled him out of his room. They went down the hall and Kathy led the way into the room. Still pulling the 13-year-old by his cock, she walked him right up to the edge of the bed.

Kathy slowly stroked Mark’s cock as he turned beet red. He could see that this time his dad wasn’t blindfolded. He was naked and his dad was staring straight at his cock as it throbbed and pulsed in Ms. Kathy’s hand. Worse, he was staring straight at his dad’s big cock that seemed to have a life of its own. The big cock twitched and danced with desire.

“Touch me, too, Ms. Kathy,” begged Steve. He was overcome with lust at the sight of his son getting fondled while he was not.

Kathy turned to the man and picked up the crop. She slapped in sharply across his balls. “Is this the kind of touching you want, pain boy?”

Steve cringed at the use of that name on him. He couldn’t bring himself to look his son in the eye, but the wash of pain and humiliation thrilled him to the core. “No, Ms. Kathy,” said Steve. “The p… pain boy wants a cum-cum.”

“Gonna be a while before that happens, pain boy,” she said. “Lots to do before that happens.”

She turned back to Mark with the crop in her hands. “For starters, my little boy hasn’t ever felt the crop.” She raised it and smacked it hard across the boy’s balls.

Mark howled in pain, but felt the thrill shoot through him. She smacked him again and enjoyed the look of the tortured thrill as Mark tried to contain himself. Then she pushed the boy to the end of the bed and leaned him forward. With his feet on the ground, his upper body lay on the bed. His head was between his dad’s knees and he looked up at the towering cock.

Kathy whipped the crop across Mark’s exposed ass and listened to him yelp in pain. “Feel good, little boy,” she taunted him. “Want some more?”

“No, Ms. Kathy,” panted the boy. “Please no more,” but he made no move to fight her. A second and a third blow smarted across his ass. Each blow felt like it pumped up the size of his cock another inch. When he buried his face in the sheet, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so he was staring at the massive, throbbing cock of his father.

Steve had a different view of the events. Looking down between his legs at the face of his young son, it looked like the boy’s face was just a couple of inches from his cock. He could feel the hot breath of his son on his aching balls as the boy panted in pain and exertion. It looked like Mark’s mouth was nearly making contact with his cock, and he was surprised at the rush that gave him. He could almost feel Mark’s pain and humiliation from the spanking. It was just one step further to imagine Mark’s embarrassment if he actually touched the big cock that pulsed in front of him.

Kathy wanted to make the boy come, but she wanted daddy to see it when it happened. So, she picked Mark up and set him kneeling between Steve’s legs. Then, she put her finger up Mark’s ass and swirled it around. “Oh, God,” moaned Mark in embarrassed excitement. He knew what was going to happen. “No, don’t do that,” he pleaded, but it was too late. Cum spurted from his cock and he grunted in unrestrained pleasure as his body spasmed. “Uh, uh, oh, God, yes, Ms. Kathy, make it cum.” His cock, so little in comparison to his dad’s cock, pulsed and twitched as he came. He blushed as he realized he’d lost control right in front of his father.

The cum lay in ropes across Steve’s thighs and stomach. Kathy moved Mark out of the way, standing him beside the bed so he could watch the next step. The mistress scooped up Mark’s cum onto a slender finger and put it to Steve’s mouth. For a moment Steve wanted to rebel. He’d tasted his own, but this was something else. But, his cock still pounded, demanding release. That wouldn’t happen if he didn’t cooperate with Ms. Kathy. To save face, he opened his mouth to speak, “Please, no, Ms. Ka…” he said and then her cum covered finger was in his mouth. He licked it clean. When she offered him another finger full, he licked it up again.

“Good boy,” said Kathy with a smile. A bad afternoon was going much better now. She reached down and swiped her finger across the tip of Steve’s cock, catching his precum and offered it to Mark. The boy had done this once before for his mistress, but not with his dad watching. Still, he opened up for her finger and licked it up. He wanted to die from the embarrassment, but felt his soft cock twitch even as he did. He tried to will it to softness, but Kathy said, “Look at that.” Calling attention to his subconscious reaction only made it more embarrassing and in turn his cock grew even more. “He likes it. The little boy is horny for daddy’s cum.”

Mark stood there with his cock at half staff, blushing from the honesty of his own cock. It wasn’t the cum that thrilled him – it was that he had been forced to do it in front of his dad. He was saved from further embarrassment as Kathy turned her attention back to Steve. “I didn’t see your cock get any smaller either.”

Steve blushed as well. He’d eaten far more of Mark’s cum than Mark had of his. He had to wrestle with his own demons. And his cock was winning.

“All this cum eating is making me horny,” said Kathy. “What you gonna do about that, pain boy?”

“Pain boy will eat Ms. Kathy,” said Steve.

Kathy gave Steve’s balls a squeeze, eliciting a yelp of pain. “You better do it good or else,” she warned him. Then, she untied her bikini bottoms and put her pussy to Steve’s face.

For several minutes Kathy toyed with Steve, letting him lick her and then treating him to a brief pain session. Alternating back and forth between her own pleasure and Steve’s pain, she got more and more excited. Finally, she came hard and slid off him.

Steve thought he was about to get his reward, but there was nothing he could do but wait. Kathy took her time. First, she undid the scrotum stretcher on Mark. Then, she undid the wide band on Steve’s tortured cock and balls.

Turning to Mark, she said, “My little boy has been such a good boy that I think he deserves a reward before the bad boy.” She knelt down and took Mark’s cock in her mouth.

“Holy shit,” said Steve as he watched Kathy give Mark head. She’d never done that for him. As much as he wanted it and asked for it, she’d never done it for him. He’d begun to think she’d never do it – that it was beneath her status as his mistress. Now, she was demonstrating an incredible cocksucking talent right in front of him. It didn’t take long for Mark to shoot his second load of the night, this time down Ms. Kathy’s throat as she swallowed every drop.

Kathy stood and paced around the bed, letting Steve beg for a few more moments. “Please let the pain boy have a cum-cum,” he said over and over. He didn’t dare ask for her mouth as he’d just seen her do to Mark. All he could do was hope.

Finally, Kathy slid the cock ring off Steve’s huge member and licked at the tip of his cock. “Will the pain boy ever argue with Ms. Kathy again?”

“No, Ms. Kathy,” said Steve, feeling her warm breath on his cock. “Ms. Kathy can do anything she wants.”

“Ms. Kathy can fuck the little boy?”

“Oh, fuck, yes,” moaned the desperate man. “Ms. Kathy can fuck the little boy.”

“Ms. Kathy can tie him up and spank him?”

“Yes, yes, Ms. Kathy can tie him up and spank him. Anything.”

“And the little boy can join us anytime Ms. Kathy wants?”

“Yes, of course, please, I need a cum-cum.”

Kathy slid her warm, wet mouth down Steve’s shaft, engulfing the entire cock in one motion. Her eyes watched his astonishment at her skill. “Mmmm,” she purred just for effect. She pulled off his cock. “Mighty tasty piece of meat,” she said and then slid it back down. As she came up again she said, “You like this or do you want my pussy?”

“This,” said Steve, almost afraid to voice his opinion. “This is great, Ms. Kathy.”

“I thought so,” she said. “Not sure my bad boy deserves this, though.” She sucked down again and repeated it for several strokes. As she came up she paused again. “Maybe I’ll just leave you like this.”

“Please, no, Ms. Kathy,” whined Steve. “I’ll be a good boy. Forever.”

Kathy smiled at her pain boy and then started blowing him in earnest. His cock throbbed in her mouth as she slid it in and out of her mouth. Suddenly he erupted in her mouth, filling her with cum. She struggled to swallow it, never wanting to lose control. Every drop went into her mouth and down her throat.

Steve’s whole body shook as he unloaded in the wonderful mouth. It was even better than he’d imagined. His cock had been hard for a long time and the relief was tremendous. “Thank you, Ms. Kathy,” he said as she slid his cock from her mouth for the last time.

Kathy untied Mark and Steve and went downstairs to start fixing dinner. A few minutes later, Steve came down and kissed her. “Jesus Christ, Kathy, that was incredible. That was the best ever. You won’t ever tell anyone, will you?”

“Of course not, Steve,” she assured him. “What goes on in the bedroom stays in the bedroom.” Of course she’d never tell anyone that she’d sucked 13-year-old cock, but then there was the weekend coming up. Steve and Mark would face a different test.

“You better go talk to Mark,” said Kathy. “He’s probably mortified now that it’s over and doesn’t want to ever show his face again.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Steve. He wasn’t sure he wanted to face Mark either, but they had to get this out in the open sooner or later.