TABOO TALES(erotica)

Without any pretense of gentleness, he shoved halfway into her cunt, feeling the hard form of the ass plug. She cried out at the double penetration, adusting to the fullness and stretching. The tempo of her sucking increased. As Wheland drove more deeply into her, he whispered into her ear. “Stick your pinky into your mouth, get it wet, and slowly stick it into his ass.”

When Matt saw her wet the finger of her right hand, he thought it might be for her clit. He was surprised when she felt her hands on his ass cheeks. Gently, she pulled them apart and circled the finger of her other hand around his asshole, keeping the finger on the other hand wet. Her touch felt so good his hips bucked forward.

Slowly, she inserted the wet finger into his ass with one hand and reached behind her to cup Wheland’s balls with her other. When she estimated Wheland was about to shoot, she wriggled her finger against Matt’s prostate. He screamed, grabbed her ears and pulled her mouth off his cock, just in time to spew one of his huge loads all over her face. His discharge splattered onto her face, then landed on her head and finally arced onto her back. She withdrew her finger from his ass and Matt collapsed on the ottoman, watching Wheland as the older man shot into her cunt, raking his nails down her cum-covered back as he climaxed.

When Wheland pulled out, she collapsed on her side. Without pause or pretense, she gathered the cum on her forehead and cheeks onto two fingers, which she stuck into her cum-filled cunt. Simultaneously twisting, pushing and pulling the dildo in her ass with her other hand, she orgasmed, her legs scissoring while she screamed a tirade of four-letter obscenities.

Matt and Wheland stared at her, taken aback at what a shameless slut she was. Wheland had been surprised to see the enormity of Matt’s sperm, and was also surprised to see her become still as a rock, which Matt reassured him was typical.

They removed all her clips, the skirt, dragged her over to the wall next to the entertainment center, extended her arms and wrapped them behind a strong wood railing Matt had installed. They tied her wrists to the railing. She hung there, head listless, kneeling on the carpet, spunk dripping off her head and face and seeping from her cunt.

Wheland remembered the neckties and wound the silk tightly around her sweaty breasts, tying off the ends behind her neck so her breasts bulged tautly. He attached a heavy, Y-shaped chain to all three clamps, adjusting the tautness so her clit was stretched up while her nipples were pulled down. He lifted a silver, pedestal candy dish off the coffee table and placed it beneath her dripping cunt.

The two males put on robes, refreshed their drinks and relaxed, listening to jazz, planning the last half of the evening. Wheland was well pleased, noting his jism falling from her slit onto the silver dish, her slack body illumined by the TV images flickering silently. He asked Matt several questions about Janice’s willingness, preferences and limits.

“Do you know about modification, Matthew?” Matt shook his head. “Modification is a change to a submissive’s body. It can include anything from breast implants, nipple studs and clit rings to branding. In my opinion, Janice would be enhanced by stretching her magnificent nipples and lengthening her labial lips.” Does that sound appealing to you?” Matt nodded enthusiastically. “Then you can begin a regimen of weighting her nipples and cunt lips for a couple of hours daily. After a few weeks you should begin to see results. I estimate we can extend her nipples by a half-inch and her lips by a whole inch.”

When the men were finished talking and resting, Wheland walked over to Janice and dipped his cock in the candy dish. In order to wake her, he slapped his cock hard across her right cheek, leaving a long trail of thick cum from her eyebrow to her mouth. Her eyes opened halfway. He dragged his prick through the remainder of the cum in the candy dish and slapped her other cheek even harder.

Fully awake, she felt pain in her stretched arms, shoulders, nipples and clit. The plug still stuffed her ass and her cum-crusted skin was sticky. But the insatiable slut missed the feeling of something in her cunt. Seeing the cum-filled candy dish beneath her, she felt particularly soiled and sordid.

Yet there was something about Mr. Wheland that freed her to be natural, without constraints. Like Matt, he had the key that opened her psyche to her innate submissiveness and craving for humiliation. Mr. Wheland had made the opening to her lust even larger.

She only wished she wasn’t bound so she could taste and swallow the cum dripping from her cheeks. She wondered if next they would double fuck her cunt and ass at the same time. She’d imagined for far too long what a double penetration what feel like, two meaty cocks stretching and filling both her holes. A double orgasm for her and a double load of hot cum from them.

When Wheland saw she’d awakened, he untied her so she could use the bathroom. Upon her return, she had time for one more stiff drink before Matt lay down on the carpet. Wheland was relentless, pitiless. He ordered her to impale herself on the boy’s jutting prick.

As she lowered herself and started fucking the boy, Wheland pulled the plug out of her oiled ass. He told them to pause, with the boy’s cock withdrawn, while he carefully replaced the plug with his lubed prick. As the cock made its way up her ass, she relished the intrusion and uttered “Mmmpphhh.” Wheland realized she might well prefer an ass fuck to a cunt fuck.

Once Wheland was embedded in Janice’s ass, Matt yanked on her chains, stretching the nipples and livid clit so harshly that the submissive mother had no choice but to sink down on her son’s cock and be completely stuffed in both holes. Trying to accommodate the two cocks for the first time, Janice felt as though she were in a dream. Wheland advanced slowly and carefully, but only after Matt had receded.

Once they coordinated the timing, Janice became enthusiastic, re-energized and loving the sensation, feeling cheaper and dirtier than ever. “Yes, more!” she shouted. Matt closed his mouth around the chain. “Look at those tits stretch!” he shouted as he yanked her chain.

After a few minutes her thrusts kicked into a higher gear and, her clit stretched to maximum by the chain, she screamed in a paralyzing climax, inspiring the men to shoot their loads. Wheland filled her ass with his cum, but Matt withdrew his cock to spray all over her breasts, clamps and chain. She whined as Wheland’s prick slid out, leaving her gaping rosebud empty. She toppled forward onto the floor, bereft without the cocks filling her, the college advisor’s thick white load emerging from her distended puckered hole, in contrast to the dark rosebud.

The men took photographs. After Wheland dressed, he said, “Matthew, this was an exceptional evening. I need not remind you what an exceptional slave you have for a mother. I trust you appreciate that.”

“I do, yes sir.”

“Good. With a beautiful submissive of her . . . inclinations and appetites, it’s best to keep her actively subservient. It’s just as important to introduce her to new situations and requirements, always challenging her physical-and, just as important, her emotional limits. It’s essential to humiliate-and excite-her with new challenges and more degrading demands. Have you thought about lending her out to other men while you’re away at school?”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ll contact the Dean and the Vice Principal at the Academy about doing sessions with her. The Vice Principal can be particularly creative and cruel. And I’d also recommend gradually increasing the number of males she services per session. Try three next and go up from there. I don’t think she’ll much of any limit in terms of the quantity of guys during a gangbang.

“Of course, you have no need for any concern whatsoever about college admission. I’ll even see to it that you get the best suite in the dorm, and an appropriate suite mate. Any time you need help or advice, feel free to contact me.” Matt walked him to the door. Wheland clasped Matt on the shoulder. “You are one hell of a lucky son.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thank you, sir.” Wheland departed. As he walked into the night, Matt realized he had a powerful ally in the man. As well as a slut-mother whose insatiable carnal appetites never ceased to amaze him. A slave-mother who’d blown him while she was being fucked by a stranger. A submissive mother who’d fucked Matt while she was also being ass-fucked, taking two simultaneous cocks in stride. Double-teamed as a cock sandwich. Since tomorrow would be their last session before his departure for college, he knew it had to be a memorable one.

Next: Mother and son have a last scene before Matt’s departure for college.