Kathy Andrews Collection

by Kathy Andrews

  She was beginning to enjoy the collar around her neck, being pulled along like some household pet. She was beginning to be happy as the slave to her sons. Yet, she would always feel hatred for herself before they tied her up each day. Still, once she was tied up and helpless, her erotic nature took over.

  Somewhere, the boys had gotten their hands on some very erotic articles. This morning she was fitted with a bra, or rather part of a bra. It cupped beneath her tits, lifting them, but her nipples were exposed, the creamy swells bulging up.

  Nylons were on her long legs, with very high heels on her feet, and a black garter belt held the nylons up. Her ass and cunt were not concealed. With the collar around her neck and the leash always in one of the boy’s hands, Susan felt as erotic as she looked.

  It did not take much to get her cooperation now. She no longer fought against them when she saw the ropes or leash. She accepted them quietly, trembling inside with growing pleasure. She began to obey them without question. But if she wasn’t fast enough when ordered, she received a painful slap across her ass or tits. There was always a leather belt nearby, and they used it liberally.

  “You forgot my milk, Mom,” Tommy accused as he placed his lunch before him.

  “I’m sorry, Tommy,” Susan replied, her eyes downcast. “I’ll get it now.”

  As she turned her back, the belt, wielded by Freddie, came crashing across her naked ass. Susan yelped, her hips arching forward as the pain seared her flesh.

  “Don’t move!” Freddie demanded. “You only get more if you move, Mom! Now, stand still. You have two more coming.”

  Susan felt tears burn her eyes. The belt struck her naked ass painfully, and she stood as still as she could, waiting for the next blow. When it came, the loud smack filled the room. The stinging pain went through her body, and she felt her cunt throb. The final blow of the belt on her naked ass was harder yet, and Susan bit her lip as a mild orgasm exploded between her thighs.

  With tears blurring her vision, she poured Tommy’s milk, taking it to him.

  “You’re learning, Mom,” he said, sliding his hand between her thighs, feeling her cunt. “Nice. Your cunt is wet. That’s the way we want your cunt to be, wet and ready for us, you understand, Mom?”

  Susan nodded, her hands hanging at her sides as she had been told. She was not allowed to touch her cunt or tits unless directed by them. She had to always keep her legs apart when she was sitting. She was never to be alone in the house; she had to always be with one of them. Even in the bathroom, she wasn’t allowed to be alone. No matter what she was doing in the bathroom, one or both of the boys had to be with her. When she sat on the toilet, her knees had to remain open, whether she was pissing or shitting, her knees had to be open, at all times.

  Using the bathroom was now a humiliating experience to Susan. Having her sons watch her piss and shit made her face burn with shame. At first, she had some difficulties, but it was getting better.

  As they ate, she stood nearby, ready to get them anything else they wanted.

  “Mom, you’ve been a good girl this morning,” Freddie said, “so I’m going to give you a nice reward.”

  He stood up, and Susan saw his cock was hard. He gripped it and began to jack off. A shudder went through her body as she watched. Freddie’s eyes burned on her tits and cunt, his fist pumping fast on his cock.

  Susan felt a tremor of excitement between her legs as she watched him. She enjoyed it when they played with their cocks and balls, using their own hands. She knew this was voyeuristic, but it no longer mattered; she was changing, becoming a much different woman than she had been a week ago. They had taught her about her secret self, and they weren’t finished by any means.

  Her eyes became hot as she watched Freddie jerking on his cock. She watched his piss hole. When the thick, creamy come juice erupted, splashing into his plate, she ran her tongue over her lips slowly, feeling her cunt twitching. The pink lips of her pussy glistened with wetness.

  The plate was coated with come juice, and Freddie released his cock. He picked up the plate and handed it to his mother.

  “Lick it clean, Mom,” he said.

  Susan took the plate, gazing at the milky come juice.

  “Lick it, I said!”

  Susan’s tongue shot out, and she ran it through the come. Her tongue lapped all over the plate, licking the come into her mouth, swallowing it. She handed the plate back to Freddie, who examined it to see if she missed any.

  “That’s a nice girl, Mom,” he grinned at her.

  Tommy stood and took the end of the leash, leading her back to the living room. Her hands were secured behind her back again, the way they usually were when she wasn’t doing anything about the house.

  “Now you can squat,” he said.

  Susan was seldom allowed to sit in a chair. She had to squat most of the time on the floor, with her knees always open so her cunt would be exposed. She squatted now, keeping her back arched with her tits high.

  Tommy sat on the couch, his brother at the other end.

  Tommy, wearing jockey shorts, drew his knees up and back to his chest, holding them there, looking at his mother from between them. “Lick me,” he said.

  “Take your shorts off,” Susan replied.

  Freddie jumped to his feet and, with the belt, slapped his mother across her naked tits, bringing a scream of pain from her.

  “He told you to lick, Mom,” he said. “You have no right to ask for anything.”

  “I forgot,” she moaned, her tits painful. A red, angry line had been left across her creamy tits by the belt. “I’m sorry. I won’t forget again.”

  “Then lick me,” Tommy said, wiggling his ass to the edge of the couch.

  Duck-walking, Susan moved to him. She stuck her tongue out and licked at the backs of her son’s thighs, tasting his warm, young flesh. She wished they would untie her hands so she could touch him, stroke him and feel his cock and balls.

  Tommy gazed at her from between his knees, feeling his mother’s wet tongue lap about his thighs.

  “Now lick my shorts,” he demanded. “Lick my cock and balls through my shorts.”

  Susan pressed her face into his crotch, her tongue sticking out far, running over his cock and balls. She wanted to taste him naked. Still, she felt the now familiar sensation as her cunt began to throb, the hairy lips swelling, her clit tingling. She traced the edges of his shorts with the tip of her tongue, then closed her lips about his covered balls, sucking them through the cloth.

  “Lick at my ass,” Tommy said.

  Susan shoved her face downward, pressing her mouth into the seat of his shorts, her tongue pressing into the crack of his ass. She could feel the heat of his ass through the shorts as her tongue probed. His balls were hot against her nose, and she inhaled the scent of him, loving it. She licked up and down his shorts, feeling them become wet with her saliva. She probed against his asshole, hearing her son moan in pleasure.

  Tommy slipped a hand down his thigh and pulled the seat of his jockey shorts aside, leaving his balls covered. “Lick me in the ass, Mom.”

  Susan stared at the tight pucker of her son’s asshole. Her clit became painfully distended, and she shoved her tongue tightly against that crinkled asshole. The heat of it seemed to burn her tongue, blister it. She licked swiftly, tasting his asshole. Soft mewls began coming from her as she licked and probed Tommy’s asshole. She didn’t dare try to slide her tongue into his ass, not unless she was told to.

  Just above his balls, she saw his cock straining against the white shorts, a wet spot forming where the head was. She felt Tommy’s asshole flex against her tongue, and she wished he would tell her to stick her tongue into it.

  But Tommy didn’t say anything. He wiggled his ass into his mother’s face, growling with delight.

  “Ohhh, shit!” he groaned.

  Susan felt his ass convulsing against her tongue, and she saw the front of his shorts become soaked. His cock came, came inside his shorts. She murmured
in disappointment, wishing it had happened in her mouth or cunt.

  “You can take your fucking face out of my ass now,” Tommy said.

  He peeled his shorts off, turned them inside out, and smeared his come on his mother’s face. Susan could not resist sticking her tongue out to taste his come. The wetness was shoved into her mouth.

  “Suck it clean, Mom,” he demanded. “Suck my come out of my shorts.”

  Susan sucke greedily, tasting his sweet come, her eyes rolling as her body trembled with erotic sensation.

  Still squatting, she noticed Freddie wasn’t with them.

  Tommy took the leash, telling her to stand.

  Her face was wet with come juice, her lips glistening. She waited passively, hands tied behind her back.

  “The garage,” Tommy said.

  Susan turned, with her son behind her holding the leash. She walked the way she had been told, her hips rolling and her ass cheeks bunching. She felt like a whore, making her ass do this. But, she thought, feeling her son’s eyes on her rolling ass, that’s exactly what I am. A whore for my sons, a whore they can fuck and beat and do anything they want with.

  In the garage they found Freddie. He stood at the side of an old kitchen chair, the bottom cut out of it. She was told to sit in it, facing the back. Susan felt her ass sink in the hole as she sat, her legs spread on either side. Her tits rested on the back of the chair. Her ankles were tied to the legs of the chair, then a rope secured her tits to the back. The bottom of the chair cut into her flesh, her ass and cunt hanging through.

  Freddie was still naked, his cock standing up very hard.

  Susan looked at their cocks and balls. She now wanted to ask them something.

  “Please, this cunt would like to ask you something,” she said.

  “What is it?” Freddie asked.

  “This cunt has to piss, please,” she said, her face red with shame. She would never get used to that, she thought, calling herself a cunt.

  “Piss, then,” Freddie said.

  Susan began to piss. It was no longer degrading to her. She had pissed in front of them so many times now, it didn’t make her feel shame as it had at first. On the contrary, she loved it when they watched her pissing, or even shitting, now. It made her feel deliciously wicked.

  The golden piss streamed from her pussy, splashing on the floor beneath her. She felt it spatter her feet. Her eyes remained on their cocks as she pissed, glazed with the erotic feelings in her body.

  Tommy stepped forward, cupping his hands under the stream. He brought his cupped hands, filled with her hot, golden piss, to her face and washed it. Again and again he washed his mother’s face in her piss, finally cupping a puddle and lifting it to her lips.

  “Drink it, Mom,” he said. “Drink your piss.”

  Susan lapped her tongue into her piss like a dog drinking from a bowl. The taste was salty, but not unpleasant. Tommy repeated the offering as she continued to piss a strong stream, bringing it to her mouth so she could lap it up. Freddie slipped to his knees, not minding the puddle of piss. He ran his hand along her hairy cunt and fingered her asshole. Susan enjoyed the gentle touch of his finger on her sensitive asshole.

  But, suddenly, she screamed.

  Freddie had rammed his finger into her asshole without warning, and it hurt her.

  “Don’t!” she yelled.

  Freddie jerked his finger from her gripping asshole and slapped her ass hard, making his mother scream again.

  “What did you say, you cocksucking cunt?”

  “Please, that hurt this cunt,” Susan moaned.

  “Too fucking bad,” Freddie said, and rammed his finger up her tight asshole again.

  Susan moaned. Her asshole was very tight, and his finger seemed to go so deep. Her asshole squeezed at his finger. Freddie laughed, jerking his finger out and ramming it up her ass again.

  It felt as if her son’s finger was sandpaper, rubbing her asshole raw. She began to sob, but she sat still, without struggling against the ropes holding her. If she struggled, they would only mistreat her worse, she knew.

  Freddie penetrated his mother’s asshole with one finger a few times, then pulled it free. He stood up and rubbed his finger along her lips. Susan smelled the shit on it, but she was unable to move her head away.

  “Lick it, cunt,” he said.

  Susan whimpered, but her tongue came out and licked at his finger. She tasted her shit on it, and her stomach churned, but she licked all around his finger.

  “You like that, Mom?” Freddie asked. “You like that shit on my finger?”

  Susan knew the proper reply. “This cunt likes the shit on your finger.”

  “Does it make your hairy cunt wet?”

  “This cunt’s hairy cunt is very wet,” she replied.

  “I bet you’d come if I shit in your fucking face, wouldn’t you?”

  Susan’s stomach churned even more, and her face made a grimace of distaste, but she had to give the proper reply.

  “This cunt would come if you shit in her face,” she said, her voice breaking.

  She sincerely hoped Freddie wouldn’t do anything like that to her. She didn’t want his ass in her face, shitting. She didn’t want anyone to shit in her face.

  Freddie thrust his finger into her mouth, telling her to suck it, to make sure there was no shitty smell on it. Susan sucked frantically, still tasting her shit on it. Tommy was pinching one of her nipples very hard, bruising it, but she didn’t dare cry out.

  They left her alone for a while, secured to the chair. She watched them go back into the house. She was uncomfortable, except where the cut-out bottom cut into her flesh.

  After a time, Freddie and Tommy returned. They were dressed in jeans and fresh tshirts, and they carried a dress for her.

  “We’re all gonna take a walk, Mom,” Tommy said.

  Freddie squatted behind her, and Susan swallowed a groan as something was shoved into her asshole. This time Freddie inserted whatever it was gently, and she felt an unusual sensation.

  They untied her then, and as she stood up, the object in her ass felt uncomfortable. They removed her half-bra, then the garter belt, next her nylons. After untying her hands, they slipped the dress over her head.

  The dress had a full skirt, and she was naked beneath it. They wouldn’t dare put her collar and leash back on, not in public, she thought. Freddie took her hand and they led her from the garage back into the house, then toward the front door.

  “Please, this cunt has a request,” she said softly.

  “What now?”

  “This cunt is naked under the dress,” Susan said. “And it’s windy out there.”

  “So what?”

  “My dress… uh, this cunt’s dress might blow up,” she said, flushing slightly.

  “Tough shit,” Tommy said.

  They walked along the sidewalk, with Susan stepping gingerly. Whatever it was that Freddie had shoved up her ass made walking a bit difficult for her.

  Freddie noticed it, and he laughed. “You’ll get used to it, Mom.”

  Susan’s skirt whipped about her thighs, lifting a little now and then. She knew that a gust would blow it up past her waist, and people would see she was naked under it. She wasn’t surprised to find her cunt pulsating with excitement. Being shamed, humiliated, was becoming an enjoyable aspect for her now.

  A few blocks away, a gust finally caught her skirt and lifted it. Susan squealed softly as she felt her skirt fly to her waist. She started to push it down, but a quick warning from Tommy stopped her.

  Two men coming toward them saw her dress go up, and they grinned as her hairy cunt and long thighs were exposed to them. A pink flush crept over Susan’s lovely face, but she resisted she urge to shove her dress down.

  Freddie and Tommy giggled lewdly.

  “That’s the way, Mom,” Freddie said. “Show your fucking cunt to everybody. Show them what a shameless slut you are.”

  “Look,” Tommy said. “There’s Janice.” />
  The exquisite little girl was coming toward them, dressed in shorts and a colorful blouse. As they approached, Janice lowered her gaze bashfully.

  “Where you going, Janice?” Freddie asked.

  For a moment the little girl didn’t reply. She lifted her eyes up, and found Susan looking down at her. A flush came over her young cheeks.

  “To visit you guys,” she said in a small voice.

  “To visit us?” Tommy asked, surprised. “I thought you didn’t like us any more, Janice.”

  Susan saw the girl’s eyes, and she felt a tingling thrill in the pit of her stomach. Susan recognized what was in those bright eyes. Takes one to know one, she thought.

  “I like you,” Janice said in a whispery voice, still blushing. “I just thought I’d visit a while.”

  “Hey, that’s all right!” Freddie said. “But you know what’s gonna happen, don’t you?”

  Janice hesitated, then nodded her head shyly.

  CHAPTER SIX

  As they walked back to the house, Janice noticed the way Susan walked.

  “Did you hurt yourself?” she asked.

  Susan started to reply, then caught herself. She looked at her sons. They remained silent, not giving her permission to speak. Janice looked puzzled.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked Susan. “About being that way in the gargage?”

  Susan bit her bottom lip, glancing at the girl.

  “Tell her, Mom,” Tommy said.

  “No, I’m not mad at you, honey,” Susan said.

  Freddie shot a warning look at his mother.

  “I mean, this cunt isn’t mad,” she said, her voice low as her face turned red.

  Janice’s eyes went wide as she looked up Susan. “What?”

  “This cunt isn’t mad.”

  Janice giggled. “You, too, huh?”

  Susan nodded, ashamed to admit being under her sons’ domination.

  They entered the house, and the collar was placed around Susan’s neck.

  Janice watched with wide-eyed innocence.

  “This cunt would like a drink of water,” Susan said.