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Chapter 3 - The First Night
Jesse had dressed in heavier than normal clothing to hide the fact that he
wore
a bra beneath his shirt. The humiliation he would have to endure if either
of
his siblings, not to mention any of his friends, found out would be far
worse
than any spanking his mother could give. The panties however kept his cock
very erect all through dinner and thought of himself, his mother, and his
sister all wearing the same undergarments excited him to no end. At one
point
during dinner, the thought not only excited him, but brought him to and over
the edge. His young cock exploded inside the silk sating of his mother's
panties, and he had to "accidentally" spill his water in his lap to cover up
the fact.
Later that night, he lay in bed listening intently to the sharp smacks
emitting
from the Air Conditioning vent that led to his parents bedroom. He knew his
mother was being spanked again. He had recognized that fact not too long
after
finding his original hiding place. Instead of falling asleep as he had
usually
done, he had stayed awake and relieved himself. The first night he heard the
echoing clap of hand on bottom, he knew that a sibling had violated the
sanctity of his parents bedroom and been caught. As it turned out the, young
boy was treated nightly to the little girl pleas of his mother, the
antagonized
ravings of his father, and the lustful completion of both parents in what
ever
sexual pursuits followed their foreplay. He heard every word clearly in the
silence of the night, and they thought he slept soundly.
Jesse had not known if he was allowed to remove the panties while sleeping,
and
so had worn them to bed. He moved the silk against his throbbing cock, which
even after his orgasm at dinner, had not diminished in size, or posture. The
thought of wearing the female garments thrilled him and even though he
couldn't
understand why, the thought of his mother spanking him on a daily basis did
as
well.
The spanking had ended in his parents bedroom, and his mother was gasping,
and
groaning in a steady rythym, presumably due to some sort of teasing his
father
was performing.
Indeed his father was teasing his mother, Gary had taken the handled of the
very brush he had just used to paddle his wife's bare behind, and inserted
it
into her bare mound. His own leg was drenched with her juice, and was
becoming
a prune as her juice continued to flow freely around the brush handle.
Marion
began to pant, has her climax neared, and then washed over her body in a
shudder. Gary allowed his wife little time to rest, as his own cock was
standing at perfect attention, and he didn't want her to lose the passion of
the moment.
"On your knees, slut," he growled.
Marion, unsure of the mention anatomy, slid ungracefully from her husbands
lap
and knelt beside him. Gary glanced at his leg, and without word, Marion knew
what he wanted. She bent her head to his ankle and began to wash her cum
from
his leg. She didn't touch him with any part of her body except lips, and
tongue. She knew it was forbidden and she didn't think her bare mound could
take another climax like the one she had just experienced.
Marion couldn't understand why tonight was so different, why her arousal was
so
intense. It wasn't because she had been shaved, that was a normal occurrence
every few months. The roles were no different, these same roles had been
developed over the past 16 years and had changed little. The only things she
could think of was that she had caught her son, dressed in panties like a
little girl, and then spanked him. It was supposed to have been discipline,
but the power of the emotions it invoked to see him in the same position she
usually occupied, in the same clothing she usually wore, must have aroused
her
more than she believed.
Her duty was nearly complete, and she relished the taste of her juice. She
heard her husband talking to her about something or another, bringing her
from
her thoughts.
"You know that pussy has gotten you into more trouble today young lady,
maybe
we should punish it."
That had gotten her attention. Her eyes widen and she stared at him.
"I see we agree, don't we slut."
Marion hated a pussy spanking. They damn well hurt. Not only that, they left
her clit so hard that even Gary fucking her wasn't enough to releive the
ache.
She would lie awake that night tossing and turning, dying for him to slip a
vibrator in her slit, turn it on and let the batteries virtually run down.
She'd be too sore to fuck for a day or two, even though she would be sucking
Gary to completion until she could.
It was no use to shake her head or answer it would have no effect. The only
way to stop him would be to distract him. Slowly she moved her head up his
thigh towards the one object that might distract him. She licked and kissed
as
he continued to scold. If she could get his cock in her mouth he might
forget
about strapping her bare mound. He grabbed her hair.
"What's this, did I say you could kiss that far up my leg?"
Marion glanced at his erect cock with the glistening drop of pre-cum
balanced
on its tip.
"Oh! I see, you want to taste this don't you. Thought you might be able to
make me forget about smacking that bare mound between your legs." He was
stroking his cock the entire time he was talking. The pre-cum ran over his
hand and another drop appeared in it's place.
"Don't worry, slut. You'll get to taste it, but after I have punished you
for
trying to dissuade me. I think you need an entire session. Don't you?"
Marion's eyes widened again. An entire session meant a whipping.
"Get it!" Gary demanded.
Marion rose to her feet, head down, heart racing, and pussy leaking. She
walked to the closet, entered and emerged with one of Gary's tie's (his
favorite actually, she would get extra for that) and the whip.
The whip was actually nine strands of leather about ½" wide coming together
in
handle about 9" long. She knew the exact length as she had measured it once
after taking the entire length between her legs.
She silently walked to a corner of the room and removed a flower vase from
the
ceiling and set it down a few feet away. Again with out a word, she
presented
tie, whip and wrists to Gary who hadn't moved from the bed. Quickly he tied
her wrists with the tie, smiling at her with promise, and led her to the
empty
ceiling hook.
He stepped back, raised the whip, and landed a stroke across the already
fading
red bottom of his wife.
Jesse listened to the new sounds emerging from the Vent. His hand slid
faster
over his cock as he listened intently to his mother's squeals of
pain/delight
at what ever was happening to her. He had no idea what his father meant
about
punishing his mother's pussy, but he ached to find out and was determined
not
to cum until he knew, unless of course he didn't do it tonight and then it
wouldn't matter.
Gary lowered the whip for the last time, leaving angry red stripes across
Marion's breasts. Her nipples stood erect, pussy juice ran down her legs,
and
a smile crossed her face as she shuddered in orgasm. Gary, untied her and
laid
her across the bed.
"Now, we shall finish by properly punishing that little pussy of yours."
"Here it comes," Jesse thought.
Marion's eyes widened.
"Now don't shake your head at me and don't try to say you don't deserve it,
we
both know you do. If you behave I will let you have the vibrator tomorrow
morning when I go to work, otherwise you will have to wait until tomorrow
night."
Gary smiled at his threat. Marion whimpered. Jesse stroked faster.
Spread your legs young lady, and grasp the head board. If you move them, I
won't even fuck you tonight to take the edge off, you'll have to suck me.
Marion grasped the headboard and spread her legs. He couldn't be that cruel
could he? She wasn't going to find out if he meant it or not.
Wider little lady, I want the tip of my belt to hit you right on the clit.
"He's going to spank her right on her pussy," and with that thought Jesse
came, squirting cum all over the inside of his mommies panties. His relief,
was intense, Cum ran down his pole and gathered in a pool at the base of his
now faded red bottom. Not releasing his cock, he used his other hand to rub
the fluid into his bottom relishing the slick feel. He could hear his
mother
yelping after each smack of his father's belt on her pussy. His cock was
slowly renewing its erection under his ministrations and the sound of belt
on
flesh from the vent.
Marion writhed in agony, and pleasure. Each stroke stung like hell but her
clit was so hard and ready to pop, she couldn't stand it. Finally, Gary
believed her to be properly punished.
"You were such a good little slut. And your hands stayed right where they
were
supposed to. Why don't you wrap those legs around me and let's see if that
hot
pussy wants, a big hard cock."
Boy did it. Marion pulled his cock in to herself and she ground away, using
her pussy muscles to suck the cock that invaded and filled her aching empty
hole. Her hands never left the head board, he hadn't said she could, but her
legs were no longer required to stay out of the way. They wrapped tightly
around Gary's waist and rode his cock until it squirted so much cum into her
she thought she would drown.
Gary, limp, pulled from her. She wanted more, but he wasn't going to give
it.
This was part of her punishment.
"Don't worry darling,' Garry said, "It will all be over in the morning." He
kissed her and turned out the light, leaving her to wait until dawn and
relief.
Jesse had cum again just about the time his father did. The image of his
mother's bare pussy, red from being spanked kept him aroused. As he shot and
massaged in the final explosion of the night, he for a split second wished
he
had a pussy to feel the sting of a belt.
End Chapter 3.