5 comments/ 31013 views/ 11 favorites Crimes & Punishments Ch. 02 By: IdeeFixee Beware: Contains BDSM and incest. How did I learn about the submissive mother and her dominating son's lurid scene during the week, when I'd been away? When I arrived on Friday afternoon, Janice, my insolent, disrespectful girlfriend, refused to tell me anything about her week with her hot teen son, Matt. So as soon as Matt, left to hang with his friends, I bound his mother to her bed, legs splayed wide, clamped her nipples, clit and cunt lips, hooked her clit chain to her nipple chain, attached long shoelaces to her pussy clamps, stretched her lips till she yelled, tied the shoelaces around her thighs, and flogged her cunt. As the hits became harder, she started writhing and began cumming after the tenth blow. I wouldn't stop until she told me what had happened with Matt. When she'd finished, I plunged a vibe deep into her cunt and twisted a greased dildo into her ass. She came within a minute, bucking and shouting from the dual penetration she so craved. Later, when I threatened to cane her cunt instead of using the crop or flogger, she relented and told me the details of her debauched bondage, tit torture, cocksucking, facial bath, fucking and the anal dildo flashlight fucking and with her son. A little later, Janice was so humiliated by her confession that she left to go shopping. Matt arrived from school soon afterward. He and I had a long, frank talk. I was delighted to find we were in complete agreement about moving forward. He could barely contain his excitement as we discussed a detailed agenda for our upcoming scene with her. That evening, a full moon, was stifling with humid summer heat. At dinner, we were all charged with energy. Janice drank a fair amount, searching our faces for a clue to the tension in the room. Once the three of us finished eating, I spoke to Matt and his mother. She was wearing a gauzy, provocative blouse. I thought I could see part of her big dark aureoles exposed above her transparent black bra. She'd been expecting a change in the household, but couldn't anticipate what it would be. "Starting tonight, your bad behavior will no longer be tolerated. We are beginning an indefinite period of discipline and punishment in which Matt will participate as much, if not more so, than me." She stared at me, mouth agape, and immediately began perspiring more heavily and squirming, already excited. The more she perspired, the more the filmy blouse clung to her chest, revealing the slutty black bra. She drank more vodka with a gulp. Matt just stared at me, stunned, and looked back and forth between his mother and me. Although she was obviously humiliated, her arousal was glaringly obvious. "The duration is indefinite because of your years of bad behavior," I explained. "Do I need to itemize all the no-shows, late arrivals, broken promises, apologies and excuses, and all the times you've embarrassed or disappointed Matt?" She shook her head and I slapped her left breast. Thwack! The heavy flesh juddered."Speak up." "No Sir," she mumbled, eyeing Matt suggestively and wondering whether he would slap her other tit. He didn't disappoint her. Whack! The mound of tit flesh wobbled under the harsh impact. "Say it loud and clear," he ordered. She stared at him, incredulous that the two men she lusted for were both abusing her - and not in her bedroom, but at the kitchen table. "No Sir, I know I've been bad." I poured her more vodka."Very bad," she muttered. "But that's not all," I continued. "You'll be clamped and whipped for cockteasing Matt for years by shamelessly exhibiting yourself to him. And Matt told me all about your session with him." She looked at her son and new Master, aghast. Greedily, she swallowed more vodka. "So I know from you both how you got off on sucking your son's thick cock, how you couldn't even retain his load in your big mouth, and how quickly you came when he fucked you in your cunt and used a dildo in your ass." So you'll have to pay the price for manipulating and seducing your son—and enjoying it." Janice nodded, beside herself with arousal. "Since I'm not here during the week, I've asked Matt to continue your training and discipline after this weekend. You are now his pain-slut and cum-slut, as much as you're mine. He and I agreed that you will be disciplined at least once during the week, while I'm away, but I hope he'll do much more than that required minimum." She closed her eyes, swooning so much I was afraid she'd keel over. "At home, you're to wear your collar, a baby doll, negligee or one of your slutty bras, panties, garter belt and stockings, or stay-up stockings. Being a teen, with those heavy balls of his, I know for sure that he'll make you suck his cock - or fuck your face - at least once a day, probably beginning as soon as he wakes up. "I assume that he'll use at least some basic bondage on you every day, especially tit bondage, and he'll fuck you daily as well. Whether he lets you cum is entirely up to his discretion. And if I'm any judge, he'll whip or tawse or flog or cane a different part of you every day, in rotation, so that you're usually marked, but never too harshly. "Like his mother, Matt likes toys, so you can expect him to use clamps, clothespins, suction pumps, chains, weights, dildos and vibes. Starting now, you'll reduce the protein in your diet, since you'll be eating his cum several times a day. "Matt and I have outlined a program for your ongoing submission, which includes servicing others at any time and place. They could be Matt's friends, teachers, neighbors or total strangers. Janice was in shock at the news that she would be forced to submit to more Doms than her boyfriend and son. "At some point soon, three guys will punish and fuck you in the same session." She closed her eyes, envisioning the depraved scene. "First, you will be on your knees, a cum dump for the first part, a facial. Then, your tits, belly, ass and thighs will be whipped, caned or flogged - all at the same time. Finally, after clamping and weighting, you'll be triple penetrated in a rotation, so anyone who wants two or all three of your holes can do so." "Matt will contact me whenever he has a question about your midweek program. Is all this clear?" Mutely, she nodded, wondering if this was all a dream come true. "Any questions?" Matt shook his head, but Janice asked, her voice hoarse with anticipation, "When do we start?" "Right now." I paused to stretch out the moment. "Stand up and strip." "Right here?" she asked, flustered by the suddenness, by the lack of time to adjust to her new servitude, by being in the kitchen rather than her bedroom. Two depraved and harsh Masters, one of them her own son. Two big cocks. Two thick, sweet and slightly salty, creamy white, huge loads of fresh hot jizz. "You've just earned yourself a fresh punishment for questioning my order." I extended my arm to her chest, her dark nipples well on their way to tumescence. I glanced at Matt and he followed my lead. I pinched Janice's swelling left nipple through the damp blouse fabric and Matt began imitating everything I did. In tandem, he and I pulled the fat dusky nipples and twisted the elongated stalks till she cried out. I had a lot more plans for those bulging stalks. "Okay, I'll strip," she gasped. We released her nipples and Janice stood shakily, unbuttoning her blouse as if a sleepwalker in a trance state. She removed the blouse to reveal an expensive, charcoal demi-bra and expansive, swarthy aureolas twice the width of a dollar coin. She seemed unaware that earlier, I'd positioned the table and her chair so they were in front of a large, floor-to-ceiling window, which could be directly viewed by Gus, the slovenly, lecherous older neighbor with a beer belly who'd been fantasizing about the flirtatious MILF since he'd moved in six months earlier. "Now the skirt," I said. She removed it, revealing stockings, a garter belt and a prominent camel toe beneath the tight, thin, French-cut panties, all of which matched the bra. I noticed that, as stipulated, she'd worn the panties over the garter straps so she could bare her shaved pussy while leaving it framed in the garter belt. While I took a few intro photos, Janice asked for another vodka rocks and I poured a double as she stood in front of Matt's grinning, lustful and slightly sadistic gaze. She drank down half in a gulp. "Pull down the bra so we can see how aroused your nipples are." Fortified by the rush of icy alcohol, she slowly pulled on the tight cups, freeing her swollen nipples and pebbly aureoles, posing till her next command. "Lose the bra." Taking her time, she stripped it off. "Now the panties." She made a show of ever so slowly lowering the tight panties below her stunning mons and ass and clasped her hands behind her. She exulted in her nudity. I rotated the chair 180 degrees so the rear was facing Matt and me. "Sit," I said. She sat, spread her legs beyond the width of the chair and hooked her heels along the dowels that connected the sides of the chair. This posture spread open her thick, shaved labia, exposing her obviously wet cunt to her son and to me. She looked challengingly at me, proud that she would brazenly show herself before I could command her to do so. She bent over till her chin was resting on the rear of the chair, supporting herself on its arms, thrusting her ass backward to the edge of the seat, her heavy tits hanging below her. "I'm ready," she said in a low, husky tone of acceptance, feebly trying to cover the wave of excitement course through her. "Do what you will." Janice, my disrespectful, teasing, cock- and cum-crazy girlfriend, was sitting nude in a kitchen chair, waiting for her son and me to bind, punish, humiliate and fuck her for years of transgressions. Proud of her lush body, taunting us with her heavy tits hanging free, goading us with her legs spread over the sides of the chair, she was proudly provoking us to punish her. She was also vaguely aware that she was naked in front of a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked her slovenly neighbor Gus's apartment. I took more photos. Considering what an exhibitionist she was, and how photogenic she appeared in photos, and how pleased she was with them, I knew that she'd relish more images. I don't believe in straining mouth muscles, just in preventing cries from being heard by neighbors, so I put on a bridle gag, a dowel padded with black leather, and a bondage collar. It featured four D-rings, which we might not need to use, but the black leather looked great, augmenting her mouth gag, glossy black hair, charcoal nipples and dark gray aureola. Matt and I added wrist cuffs and bound her hands to the arms of the chairs. "Could we oil her up?" Matt asked. "Good idea. Go ahead." Matt grabbed a bottle of oil from her bedroom vanity and slapped the liquid onto her face, arms, legs, back, ass and belly, saving her slit and tits for last. But he didn't massage the oil into her mounds and her mons, he slapped the unguent onto her 34C's and onto darkly prominent pussy lips. The pain slut loved it. Her smooth Mediterranean skin looked so good in the light sheen that I took a few more shots. "We might as well start with a double dildo. Matt, would you?" I asked. While he went back to Janice's bedroom for the sex toy, I removed a large container from the rear of the refrigerator, poured some of the thick off-white contents into a bowl and put it in the microwave till it was very hot. When I opened the microwave door, the kitchen immediately reeked of semen. Janice's excitement increased when she smelled the pungent odor of hot cum. Matt had returned with the black double dildo and many other toys, as we'd agreed. Each of us dipped a 2-inch wide, black velcro band into the steaming bowl. It was hot enough to hurt my fingers, so I could imagine how much more it would affect Janice's sensitive big tits. We applied the hot, dripping bands to the base of both sweating breasts. The heat, almost burning, was so intense that Janice bolted upright in her chair and moaned, turning and twisting in pain and unrelieved excitement. We cinched the bands tightly closed so her tits bulged outward and were forced slightly upward. Janice stared down at her big bound tits, with which she'd shamelessly flaunted us. The steaming spunk oozed out from the black bands and slid down the tops of her heaving, oiled tits to her hardened, dark nipple stalks. The hot gunk also slid from the underside of her tits down her taut glistening belly and onto her shaved mons. "Follow me," I said to Matt. I grabbed one of her cum-covered nipples, which would have been trickier if it had been a standard size. Even so, I had to squeeze hard to get a grip. Matt squeezed her other stalk. The pain slut moaned quietly and shamelessly ground her groin into the chair. Very slowly, I pulled the greased nub and Matt did likewise. She groaned more loudly and her hips began rotating, trying to press her thick labia into the seat. I twisted the dusky stub and she started shaking. With my other hand, I grabbed two hollow metal cylinders from the kitchen table and handed one to Matt. As he watched carefully, I placed the round base of one of the nipple stretchers over the base of her nipple and forced the nipple bud into a slot at the top of the contrivance. The nipple stalk was now within the hollow metal tube, stretched a full inch beyond its unadulterated length when fully erect. Matt dutifully imprisoned her other nipple. Janice's chest was heaving in pain and excitement, the big cum-slickened tits capped by the merciless stretchers. She was on the verge of cuming. I photographed her, including some close-ups. I took two nipple suckers from the table and gave one to Janice's son. She stared at the devices incredulously, incapable of believing that there was yet another bondage device about to be added to her seriously suffering nipples. After all, her hands were bound by wrist cuffs, her tits were squeezed by black bands, her nipples were stretched inside metal devices, and she knew that the double dildo was about to be shoved inside both her holes. Dimly, she wondered what other hardware I would be anointing her with. I fitted the clear tube over the nipple stretcher till it was snug against her areola and waited for Matt to do the same. We simultaneously pressed the suction buttons, all three of us amazed to see the already stretched nipple sucked outward, pulled a quarter inch with each press of the buttons, smearing the transparent sides of the tubes with thick, greasy cum. That was enough for her. She came. Matt sat back, admiring the spectacle of the four lurid nipple attachments bouncing madly around on her jerking, sweating torso. The suckers swung and shook so much that I thought they'd fall off, but they stayed firmly attached. While her cum slowly tapered off, I took several photos and we prepared the next toy. The double dildo's pussy penetrator was five inches long and the anal prod was four inches in length. As Matt heavily lubed the anal part with more hot jism, I ordered her to get up. When she was too dazed to obey, I grabbed her short head of hair and pulled. She yelped but staggered up till she was half standing. Matt quickly taped the double dildo to the seat of the chair. I slipped my arms under her armpits, preventing her from greedily getting the entire length of the double shafts at once. Janice gasped as her son positioned the fat cockhead at her asshole, forced the blunt knob inside, in the process spreading the copious, hot white cum all over her puckered, charcoal ring. He worked the lubed anal dildo farther into her bottom, then sank the vaginal half between her fat distended labia and into her juicing cunt. As I let go of supporting her, Matt pushed down on her shoulders. At the same time, I pulled her squeezed tits, trying to fit those big ones between the wood chair slats. She cried out as the rigid slats squeezed her swollen globes. The openings were too narrow, so I slapped more oil onto her tits till they were thickly coated, the oil mixing with the spunk from her tit bonds. The viscous mixture dripped onto the seat of the chair. With Matt pushing on her back and with me grasping (with difficulty) her slippery mounds, we managed to push and pull them them through the opening between two slats till the tits - the huge nipples still stretched and suctioned - protruded obscenely, now blotched and more swollen, trapped in an impromptu breast press. Dazed, Janice stared down at her imprisoned tits, as if surprised that they were actually hers. Two strands of drool escaped from the corners of her gagged mouth and extended down three of four inches, like matching spider's threads. The saliva swayed back and forth, then splattered onto her tits, gathering for a moment on top of the oil and cum, until gobs slid down to her massive nipples. The oozing sludge clung to the base of her nipples even longer, then an even longer strand descended from each stalk. Riddled with shame, Janice shook her body so the mucilaginous drippings would fall off, but her gyrations had no effect whatsoever on her restrained tits. The sticky strings simply hung, swaying slightly. I grabbed the camera and took a dozen images. I wanted to do more with her nipples, but the current devices prevented me. Reluctantly, we pressed the button on the nipple suckers that relieved the vacuum and removed the tubes, although the nipples barely retracted. The suffering mother sighed gutturally. When we pulled her twisted nipples out of the slots of the nipple stretchers, Janice hissed as blood rushed back into the misused nipples. I loosened the gag, pulled it out of her fat lips, and gave her some vodka to drink but had to prevent her from gulping too much. I reinserted the mouth bit and tightened its strap. I knew how much she loved being the center of attention, proud of her freakishly big nipples and insatiably curious to see what was coming next. With Matt watching, I dipped my fingers into the bowl of cum, confirming that the jism was still very hot, and slapped the gunk onto a now naked nipple, although the hanging rope of cum finally dropped off. She writhed with the pain and her son slapped more spunk onto her other bulging nipple, the second swaying string of spunk splashing onto her thigh. I looped a thin, black leather shoelace around the base of the sore, slippery left nipple, greasy with the hot cum, and fastened it tautly. The thick jizz oozed out from below the shoelace, between the charcoal color stalk and the black leather. She groaned, but this time with pure pleasure. Matt made his nipple noose even tighter around her other raw, dripping nubbin. Once he pulled it tautly she grunted, on the verge of crying out, but still made no protest. We paused for a few seconds as the thick cum ran off her nipples and dropped to the floor to join the body oil, sweat and saliva already there. She was too proud to protest, showing off her innate submissiveness, her capacity for punishment as a pain slut, and admitting the correctness of her long overdue discipline. Time for a few quick photos. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the curtains in Gus's neighboring window had been pulled aside. Right on time, just as I'd told him. His face looked stupefied at the lurid sight of Janice. Not only was he seeing his hottie neighbor nude for the first time, he had no idea that her tits were so big. He was drinking beers, had undone his pants and was watching raptly as he jerked off, his ugly cock veined, bumpy and twisted, but long. I sipped some cold vodka while Matt started a beer. I asked Matt to reheat the bowl of her special lotion. Once he set down the freshly steaming bowl, he removed his jeans and underwear and stood next to Janice. She stared at her son's thick dick, hanging below his shirttails and partially hidden. She wanted it desperately. Crimes & Punishments Ch. 02 Although her wrists were still bound to the arm of the chair, she raised her left hand and awkwardly started jacking her son's cock, pulling and stroking, her movement severely restricted by the wrist cuff. Despite the big gob of precum at the tip that she spread over the head, his shaft was still too dry. She leaned over as much as she could, straining against the slats that held her tits and spat twice, hitting the hanging dick with big loads of spit. With my approval, Matt undid her wrist cuff so she could give her son a proper hand job. But his shaft wasn't greased enough and she didn't have any more spit. With her free hand, she scooped up the jism from her tits and thighs and applied it to Matt's bobbing hardon. But she still needed more to lube Matt's thick boner. She looked imploringly at the cum container on the kitchen counter. I put it within reach of her free hand and she scooped up a handful, slathering it all over her son's dick and expertly shafting the thick young cock. Using the small crop, I dipped its rectangular leather tip into her special heated balm, loading it with thick steaming spooge, kneeled in front of the chair, and despite the awkward angle due to the chair slats, managed to slap the tip hard against her pussy lips, already spread around the black base of the dildo in her cunt, thickly coating the thick lips. Splat! She yelled into her gag and squirmed. I reloaded the tip with even more hot gunk than before, and, having just had a practice shot, flayed the tip even harder against her engorged clit - a big fat target. Splat! That direct hit pushed her over the top into her next orgasm. Yelling, she jerked backward involuntarily, straining against her fat bound tits, but they wouldn't budge. When I tightened a third leather shoelace on her inflamed clit, she had another small cum, her head thrust back and bouncing around the chair like a spasming fuck toy. I immediately tied the clit shoelace tightly to the nipple shoelaces so I could manipulate all three together, which either prolonged her mini-orgasm or pushed her into another. Since the shoelaces were so thin and her swollen 2-inch nipples so long, there was an inch and a half of sore nipple extending beyond the shoelaces. So I attached small metal mini-clamps, sticking directly outward. Finally, she moaned loudly, her body breaking into sweat that mixed with the body oil. She dealt with the throbbing in her aching nipples by grinding her pelvis on the double dildo, forcing the two shafts deeper into her soaked cunt and greased ass. Although I had implied to Gus that Janice was a bad mother and a tease who not only admitted but welcomed punishment in order to change her ways, Gus had no idea of the lengths to which we would go. He probably imagined a mild spanking. But his shock quickly changed to leering enjoyment, fascinated by the details: the nipple and clit shoelaces stretching Janice's oversized nubs, the thick white goo covering her tits, the thick gag stretching her heavy lips and wide mouth, the abused 34Cs forced through the chair slats, the dildo protruding from her ass (her thighs obscured the dildo in her cunt). And perhaps most of all, all of this in front of her teen son, who was not only an observer, but also an active, enthusiastic and equally perverted participant. Since disciplining tits required more experience than striping her ass and back, I told Matt to flog the latter two areas while I would crop her maltreated tits and then hurt her tormented nipples. Before we began, I put a straw in her glass of vodka and held it to her lips. She finished the half remaining in two huge sucks. Matt raised the three-strand flogger and laid into her ass and back, laying livid stripes on the welting flesh. I punished her bulging tits with a short crop. The wet "Whack!" of the flogger on her sweating, oiled ass cheeks alternated with the "Thwack!" of the small crop on her captive, perspiring tits, marking them obscenely through the greasy layer of oil and the streaks and gobs of spunk, accompanied by her feverish panting as she pumped her pelvis, getting twice the pleasure from the double dildo. When she was close to cuming, I pulled the shoelaces, elongating her clit by a half inch and the nipples by a full inch, then used a small switch, the size of a small presentation pointer, directly onto the distorted, achingly vulnerable nipples. With her head twisting around, sweat dripping off it, she had turned to the window. For the first time, she saw Gus, the dirty older man, the grizzled, overweight lech who she'd repeatedly teased in the lobby and hallway, the perv who had responded to her shameless flirting with suggestive comments. He was staring directly at her writhing, nude, sweating, bound, clamped, flogged and abused body. The moment their eyes made contact, he shot off a long thin stream of spunk directly onto his window, at the same height as her mouth. The blast spattered across the glass. In her delirium, Janice imagined that he was shooting his spend all over her abused body, drenching her hair, face, tits, belly, ass, thighs and cunt. She bellowed in a shamelessly wild, much bigger orgasm, thrashing, twisting and bucking on the chair, fucking herself with both dildos as deep as they could go, her head jerking like a demented puppet, the bruised nipples and stretched clit yanking the shoelaces viciously. She was so frenzied that the chair jerked around on the floor, moving several inches. But she never once let go of her son's thick cock. Crimes & Punishments Ch. 03 Here's the concluding chapter. Beware: Contains BDSM and incest. * By the time I had finished taking photos of my shameless girlfriend, Janice, she had come down from her violent and exhibitionistic cum. I asked her son, Matt, to bring two larger dildos from her toy drawer. He pulled his dick from his mother's grasping hand and went to her bondage stash. While he was gone, I undid her other wrist cuff from the chair. Janice couldn't help stealing glances at her neighbor, Gus, whose wad was slowly running down his windowpane, dividing into separate, greasy rivulets. The lurid sight of his off-yellow cum only added to the depth of her humiliation. Matt returned with separate vaginal and anal dildos, both of them more imposing in length and girth than the double dildo. I reached under the slut's armpits and raised the limp sub off the double dildo, the oblique angle torturing the base of her breasts, which were still encased between the chair slats. Matt ripped away the double dildo that had been taped to the seat, coated the new anal dildo with fresh "lube" and pushed both toys into her gaping holes. I set her back down on the chair and nodded to him. I pulled back on his mother's shoulders, mashing her swollen, cropped tits into a horizontal angle so I could force them out of the slot in the chair. She whimpered in pain as the bruised skin and newly swollen tits scraped through the wood slats. "Stand up," I ordered. She obeyed unsteadily and I turned around the chair. "Sit." She did so, no longer reversed on the chair, but still facing us, her incredible MILF body coated with oil, cum, sweat and whip marks, a bad mother willingly accepting pain and servitude from her master and the hot son she'd been shamelessly lusting after. The black leather shoelaces, still hanging from her nipples and pulled upward from her clit, were incredibly depraved and humiliating. I told Matt that he could unclench the straps of her mouth gag. I plucked the bit from her mouth, which now had work to do. "Please," she croaked hoarsely, pointing to her highball glass. I threw in some ice cubes and slopped in more vodka, which she drank thirstily -- without the straw. I pushed down on her shoulders and pushed the dildos all the way up into her cunt and ass. She licked her lips, but I couldn't tell if that action was in response to the vodka, the bigger dildos filling her holes, or both. After so many minutes of shafting her son's thick member with one hand, she was eager to go down on him. I stripped and she went to work, giving head to the cocks of the two men she loved, alternating between us. With Gus still watching, she licked, shafted and sucked Matt's prick with as much enthusiasm as she did mine. I took plenty of photos of the degenerate mother's long tongue and meaty lips blowing her son's young cock. His prick was about an inch wider than mine, whereas mine was a couple of inches longer. So Janice had her variety. She loved cock as much as she was a submissive cum, anal and pain slut, and an exhibitionist. Besides being the prettiest, hottest and most sensuous by far of any woman I'd had, she was also the absolutely best cocksucker, the most submissive and the most anal. And although her entire head was quite small in size, her mouth was the widest, and her lips the thickest, of any woman who'd ever gone down on me. Janice was indeed the whole package. Matt picked up the shoelaces and controlled her movements by pulling on her leashed nipples. She was in dreamland, having taken her well-deserved breast torture, dual whipping and even allowed to cum multiple times. Now she was intent on proving that she could simultaneously service the cocks of her two guys way better than anyone had done for them ever before. First Matt rubbed his cock across her sweaty forehead, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum so copious that it dripped off her thick eyebrows onto her cheeks. Then her son smeared his thick dick across her cheeks and nose. I quickly took a couple of excellent photos, her sensuous face glistening with her son's fluid. But she wanted his prick so much she grabbed it and began noisily and enthusiastically licking the prominent glans and shaft. She swiped her hand across her forehead and used the pre-cum to begin shafting my member. As she began sucking her son's cock, she wished she had four hands, so she could caress his balls and, for the first time, put a finger in his ass while she blew Matt and pumped on me. Naturally, Matt couldn't take much of her phenomenal cocksucking. No high school girl had ever gone down on him like his mother was doing. He had planned to cum in her mouth, but Janice must have wanted to give us a debasing facial show, so as Matt was about to spurt, she pulled her mouth off his shaft and aimed it for a cum bath. He shot a huge load diagonally across her black hair. That first spurt lasted a few seconds. She immediately lowered the angle of his cock so the second wad splattered across her forehead, mixing with the residue of his pre-cum. Janice directed his third shot to the center of her face and it sprayed onto the bridge of her nose, splattering onto her cheeks and chin. His fourth blast hosed her right tit and his last charge exploded on her other tit. I'd never seen such a gross, dense volume or such lengthy ejaculations except in porn movies. She dove back onto his cock, deep-throating it to take the last several, smaller emissions, before releasing his dick, licking her coated thick lips with gusto. After the deluge, Matt staggered back and sat on the edge of the kitchen table, enjoying the sight of his cum-splattered, slutty mother going to work on my dick. His huge discharge flowed off her face onto my cock, adding lube. With her accomplished deep-throating and noisy sucking, it didn't take long. When I started to shoot, she trained my cock so that it inundated her face and tits with another thick layer of hot spunk, taking my final spurts in her mouth. It wasn't the flood with which Matt inundated her, but it was plenty. I pulled out and collapsed in a kitchen chair until I remembered that it was time to use the camera again. After I made the lurid shots, Matt and I stared at Janice, our personal bukkake sub, as two loads of our cum streamed off her eyebrows, nose and chin, dripping to her tits. We were fascinated by thick streams flowing across her aureola, gathering around her imprisoned and grossly swollen nipples, dropping down the hanging black shoelaces and dripping onto her striped thighs. We watched as gobs of mingled spooge slid down her belly and across her shaved mons to coat her bound, engorged clit, streamed down the leather shoelace that squeezed it and oozed into the slit between her dusky labia. I had trained her well. As I held the camera at the ready, she opened her big mouth to display the pool of my cum inside. I fired off a few shots, nodded permission and she closed her eyes to savor the sweet taste as she swallowed several times to drink it all down. What a cum slut. But taking on two guys for cocksucking was only Act II. Matt stood, placed his hands under her armpits, pulled her groin off the dildos and lifted her to her feet. She could barely stand and slumped against him, her throbbing nipples and greasy chest pressing against him, coating his chest with oil and cum. He gave her a moment to get her balance and strength, his cock jerking upward with renewed arousal, poking against her naked vulva, pushing the slimy leather shoelace between her pussy lips. He had to fuck her. Matt gathered the shoelaces and pulled his leashed mother after him into the living room. She yelped as the shoelace jerked her mini-clamped nipples and her clit, leading her like a bondaged pony girl, the two black dildos still embedded. Janice felt like a true slave to her impatient, domineering son. "I'll be right back," I said, going to get a hollow penis gag from her bedroom closet. Back in the kitchen, I filled the penis gag's reservoir to capacity with the remainder of the hot jizz and, grabbing the camera, joined them in the living room, opening the shades in the assumption that Gus would move from his kitchen to his living room. Matt had climbed onto a wide padded bench, a custom-built coffee table covered with padding and thick black leather that I'd given to his mother. Two rings were built into the top and bottom of each of the four legs, to bind her wrists and ankles. Several more rings were screwed into the midpoint of each side, to bind her waist, thighs and tits. Matt lay on his back, gathering the shoelaces so he could control his mother. Janice was straddling him, a few lumps of jism still dripping off her face and pendulous tits, her tits still swollen, bound at their base by the black bands and showing the marks of the crop. I pushed the penis gag between Janice's lips and strapped it to her cum-streaked head. Like the double dildo, the two larger individual dildos and the ball gag, she easily accepted the heavy penis gag. I snapped a few quickies. Matt took hold of the shoelaces and pulled his mother down till her shoulders rested on her son's, her weight bending the mini-clamps and twisting her nipples. Matt's chest was now covered with his own jism and mine. Janice spread her ass cheeks for me, revealing the dark ring of her hole, gaping slightly from the double dildo and the separate anal dildo. I coated my cock with lube, not semen, climbed on the bench, removed the anal dildo and pushed my greased cock into her ass. "Ahhh," she moaned, exclaiming in a long, shaking sigh. Matt pulled out the vaginal dildo. She took his hard cock, brought it to her dark pussy lips and slowly lowered herself, moaning in pleasure as her son's thick cock spread her swollen labia and pushed into her dripping cunt. Matt shuddered as he entered his mother's tight feverish pussy. Then his eyes widened as he felt my cock in her ass. Janice winced from the DP and gritted her teeth, forcing spurts of hot cum out of the penis gag, running down her throat and dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Despite the initial discomfort of the double dicks, Janice was beside herself, reveling in the sensations and following a rhythm for the dual fucking, controlled by her son, who alternated the painful pulling on her nipples and clit along with the rhythms of the two cocks. He also disciplined her distended, cropped breasts, slapping the sides roughly and regularly, making the mini-clothespins dance. I helped control her gyrations by pulling hard on the rear of the penis gag's leather strap, pulling her head backward when I wanted her ass to take all of my cock. This pressure also bent back her shoulders and chest, stretching the suffering nipples tethered in the shoelaces held by Matt in a firm fist. The combined effect of my cock splitting her ass while her nipples were practically pulled off made her grimace, her jaws contracting the penis gag so its steaming hot contents jetted down her throat. As her son and I took more control, drilling deeper and spreading apart her cunt and ass, we increased the tempo and fucked her harder. She bit the gag so fast and hard that she couldn't swallow fast enough, and dual streams of cum leaked from the corners of her mouth and formed multiple streams down her tits and belly to her mound, flowing onto and around Matt's battering cock. He orgasmed first, bellowing in ecstasy, pumping yet another huge load into his mother's grasping, hot cunt. Mother followed son, bucking and twisting in a cum so consuming that my cock was wrenched around until I soon came as well, shooting one big wad after another into her tight ass. She collapsed on Matt, my dick came out and Matt slid out from under his dazed mother. We stood there, cum dripping from our sore cocks, gazing down at her limp form. Matt left to shower. She had collapsed on her front, her striped ass still raised, a sign of her early and thorough training. I took several photos of her double creampie, the copious cum oozing out of her distended asshole, dribbling out of her slit and pooling on the black leather bench. I unstrapped the penis gag and pulled it out. She had bit into it until all the cum had been extracted. I dropped the gag onto the bench in front of her face, where it lay wrinkled and deflated, not unlike our shrinking cocks. Some cum seeped from her slack mouth, but had finally stopped emerging from her raw labia and sore ass. "Turn around," I said, but she didn't respond. I couldn't even tell if she was conscious. In her closet, I found a switch. Back in the living room, I applied it to the rear of her thighs. They marked beautifully; she moaned but didn't otherwise respond. I applied the switch to her jutting ass, but all she did was groan and shift her pelvis. So I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her upright, and shoved her around till she was facing the puddle of cum, slapping her cheeks enough to open her eyes halfway. The first thing she saw was the puddle of cum from her cunt and ass, several inches in diameter. "Clean it up," I said, pressing the video button. She didn't move, staring at the huge leakage from her cunt and ass, so I struck each of her greasy tits with the switch and pulled the three shoelaces leading to her nipples and clit. She hissed in pain and finally leaned over, lapping up the jism and, since she'd been well trained, holding all the gunk in her mouth. I made sure to also record several photos of her slurping up the heavy cream. Once she'd licked up the puddle, she straightened up but was so woozy that she couldn't control the bulging mouthful. When she felt the overflow fall onto her tits -- still jutting outward from the black bands -- and belly, she looked at me in alarm. I shook my head and she understood that this violation of protocol was not acceptable and must be punished. I couldn't remember how many times she'd cum. Five big ones? I wondered whether she had another cum in her. With one hand, I gathered up the three shoelaces gripping her nipples and clit and pulled till they strained outward, angling up the mini-clothespins as she whimpered. Using the small switch in my other hand, I alternated between swatting her bound nipples and slapping her tied clit. It didn't take long. When she came, her mouth burst open and the cum shot out, a huge spray which spattered onto her entire torso, groin and thighs. I didn't expect that violent reaction from her, but remembered to photograph the outrageous, kneeling mother. She slumped backward, her head and limbs still, except for breathing heavily, her ribcage moving the tied tits and mini-clamped nipples up and down. I photographed her again, taking my time. The black shoelaces showed well, trailing down from her cinched and clamped nipples, down her oily abdomen through the white slimy spunk, ending an inch above her distended clit, where the clit shoelace lay between her greasy labia, still swollen from the switch. At last, the slutty bad mother had been flogged and cropped, bound and clamped, had experienced her dual blow jobs and harsh DP. Finally, she was fucked out. I poured more vodka and sat in a living room chair, gazing at her spent, cum-drenched body. In my peripheral vision, I noticed a long smear of thin yellowish semen trailing down the window of Gus's living room. The old perv was in no hurry to clean it up, knowing that it was a visual testament to Janice's debauched exhibitionism. I sipped my drink and planned Janice's next discipline session. Since she was so highly sexed, it was best not to wait too long between sessions. Of course, the next scene would have to be significantly more severe, more humiliating. I could invite Gus over for a special neighborly visit. While she was kneeling on the leather bench, she'd blow him, although his belly was so big, she'd probably have to lie on her back, slide her head under his paunch, and suck him off with her head upside down. Then he could watch the rest of the session from an easy chair in the living room, recording it on video and in photos. I'd suspend her arms from a living room beam so those beautiful tits would thrust outward. Matt could slap oil onto her skin, still marked. After adding a collar, blackout goggles and the dowel gag, there would be no reason for me not to use a crop or cane on her tits till their satiny surface was freshly decorated with raised red marks. After her initial cum, we could clamp her labia, tether the clamps to the metal grommets at the top of her thigh-high stockings, tauten the tethers till her long heavy labia were fully extended, and apply a suction tube to her contused clit. Then Matt could apply the crop to her labia, cunt and clit, back and forth till she reached her second cum. And what about our orgasms? Matt and I would cum all over her freshly embellished tits and exposed vulva, our hot jizz splashing onto the already burning hot tit, clit and cunt flesh. From then on we'd improvise. I'd no doubt that Matt would think of something inspired for fucking her cunt and ass, such as a triple penetration with Gus's participation. How would Janice react to this new scene of hard BDSM, serving her obese neighbor, her vengeful son and me? She knew there was no statute of limitation on her eighteen years of breaking bad, no lifetime pass for being a bad mother. She'd be the center of attention, her voluptuous body punished in the most perverted, debased way -- a sordid, seamy session of correction that she so well deserved and even welcomed. She was guaranteed that all her openings would be thoroughly used and that she'd cum massively and repeatedly. Her penance would be complete degradation in front of her boyfriend, son and neighbor -- all accompanied by a series of overwhelming orgasms. Janice? With her amazing capacity and stamina, she'd relish it. After all, she'd been so very, very good at being bad.