5: Envy
Mike left his mother tied to the bed for the rest of the day. He made her suck his cock later that afternoon and gave her a good fucking early in the evening before finally untying her. Her let her come down for dinner but would not let her change her clothes or wash.
She had to sit at the table in her business suit and heavy makeup with the crotch torn out of her panties and pantyhose. Her cunt was continually dribbling semen and Mike pawed at her tits and legs and made her kiss him; tormenting her throughout the meal.
Michele was disgusted with herself for letting herself become sexually aroused by the dog get and also for her response to Mike when he had fucked her. She rationalised that she was only human and couldn't control her body's reactions when she was being forcefully taken. At least Mike had kept the dog out of the house; she would do anything Mike wanted as long as he kept that beast away from her.
Mike locked her in her bedroom and Michele gratefully stripped off her clothes and went to the bathroom for a long shower before she went to bed, cowering under the sheets expecting Mike to burst in and rape her again at any second.
Mike was busy in the basement rumpus room posting more pictures of his mother on his websites. The pictures he had posted the day before had received quite a few favourable comments. When he uploaded the video of her being shagged by Sultan he guessed he was going to get some real appreciative feedback. He smiled to himself.
He thought about the note he had left in his English teacher's mailbox the day before. It read:
'Dear Ms Jones, I am greatly concerned about my son Mike's welfare. He has been very depressed lately and doesn't seem to have any energy or enthusiasm. I am very busy at work and cannot get down to the school but I would appreciate it if you could give me a call at 9pm on Thursday evening so that we can arrange a meeting for the next day if possible. Please call me on 555 6969'
Mike had forged his mother's signature.
He looked up at the clock; 8:30pm. He looked at the text he had written on the paper in front of him and made a few subtle changes, grabbed his digital camera and then went up to his mother's bedroom with the handset from the cordless phone.
Michele cringed when Mike unlocked the door and entered her bedroom. She was under the duvet wearing flannel pyjamas; she was not wearing any makeup. She hoped that by looking unattractive Mike might leave her alone. Mike sauntered over to the bed and sat on the edge.
"Look," he said, holding up the digital camera.
He flicked through the picture files and showed his mother the pictures he had taken of her earlier in the day dressed in her business suit committing various indecent acts. Then he ran the video of her being fucked by Sultan. Michele cried as she relived the horror of being mounted and serviced by the German Shepard.
"Now mommy; I'm going to get you to answer the phone when it rings and you are going to say exactly what I have written here for you to say," Mike said, thrusting the notepaper out to her.
She read it with mounting trepidation as she realised what Mike intended for her to do.
"Now you just saw those yummy pictures and video that I took earlier today; well those picture and video files are attached to emails addressed to all of the members of our family and also to your workplace. The email is sitting in my outbox just waiting for me to press 'send'"
Michele blanched.
"So you either say exactly what it tells you to say on that piece of paper or you've got some explaining to do," Mike said in a cold calculating demeanour.
Michele nodded and started to sob.
"Don't start that shit! Get yourself together! Ms Jones will be calling here soon."
Michele pulled herself together just as the phone rang and Mike pointed at the receiver, then at the sheet of paper and then at his camera.
"Just like I said!" he snarled.
Michele steeled herself, and took the receiver from Mike and answered in her sweetest voice.
"Michele here,"
"Oh hi Ms Jones; yes of course I'll call you Carolyn."
And on the conversation went, with Michele reiterating her concern for her son and wanting to discuss it with his English teacher, who was also his academic and vocational advisor. Michele told Ms Jones that she would really like to talk to her about Mike's welfare and especially talk about how he was getting on school, but she couldn't possibly get away from work during the day and would prefer a casual meeting here at her home.
After a few minutes of chatter the conversation concluded.
"Well thank you very much Carolyn; I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at six," Michele said, and broke the connection.
Mike took the handset from his mother and smiled.
"Well done mommy."
"Mike what are you planning?" she asked.
"You'll find out tomorrow mother; get a good night's sleep. You will need your beauty sleep for tomorrow."
"First the good news; I want to save myself for Ms Jones' visit tomorrow so I won't fuck you again for a while."
"And the bad news?"
"Well; you'll find that out tomorrow afternoon," Mike grinned, and then left the room taking his camera and the cordless phone.
Michele heard her bedroom door lock with an ominous finality. She was exhausted again; her wrists and ankles were sore from being tied to the bed and her vagina was tender. She was at least a little consoled by the fact that she would not have to perform any sex acts for a while. She fell asleep and didn't wake up until late the next day.
Mike spent Friday planning and making preparations in the rumpus room and by the time the afternoon came around he was very excited. He knew what he was about to do was even more daring and dangerous than kidnapping his mother; but he also thought that he had mitigated the risk as much he possibly could.
Carolyn Jones, high school English teacher and 10th grade academic and vocational advisor, aged 51, single, lives alone. All of this information had been made available to him just from conversation with other students and teachers. Because of his fascination with attractive mature women and his particular obsession with Ms Jones, Mike had been following her on and off for quite a while. He had been stalking her for over a year, mainly watching her and hoping for a glimpse of up-skirt action when she got out of her car or a peek of her naked body through her bedroom windows.
Based on his observations, it appeared to Mike that Ms Jones was a bit of a loner; she sometimes went out to faculty affairs but she didn't appear to have much of a social life. She didn't appear to have any visitors during the time that Mike had her house under observation.
Ms Jones dressed in business suits or chic skirt blouse combinations. She almost always wore high-heels and hosiery and Mike had never seen her wearing pants, long skirts or dresses. She liked to show off her best assets: her long legs and her large breasts; likewise she always more makeup, elegant jewellery and perfume. The only time Mike had seen her dressed down was when she took her daily 'power-walk'; which was probably why she had such good legs Mike thought.
Carolyn Jones arrived at his mothers' house at precisely 6pm and Mike was ready for her.
He had gone to a fetish clothing shop during the day and purchased another ball-gag, leather collar, leash and two pairs of functional handcuffs. He had fed his mother a good lunch and at about 4pm had her shower and dress for him.
He followed his now usual procedure; selecting his mother's clothes and watching her dress, halting her occasionally to fondle her or to make her fondle herself. He also took some digital snaps.
His mother wore her customary heavy makeup; her eyes smoky and her lips ruby-red. He got her to touch up the nailpolish on her fingernails and toenails. Her hair was teased out and she wore gold drop earrings, necklaces and bangles. A gold chain glittered on her ankle, contrasting with her sheer dark, fully-fashioned nylon stockings. Her red toenails peeked through the reinforced toes of her stockings. She wore silver, strappy high-heels.
Mike had dressed her in a pair of black satin full-cut panties and the red satin bustiere; she reeked of his favourite perfume 'Poison". She wore no other garments other than the lingerie and heels; except of course for her leather collar.
Mike led her down to the basement using the leash and Michele was quite surprised and awed by the work Mike had done down here during the day. She was also very apprehensive.
Mike had fitted four steel rings to the wall, just above shoulder height, and matching steel rings below them along the bottom of the wall. Fastened to each of the shoulder-height steel rings was a set of handcuffs; the lower rings had leather bindings tied to them. The sofa-lounge had been placed so that it faced the wall and set up next to it was a webcam on a tripod. The overhead lights were dimmed but two professional photographer's floodlights were set up and illuminated the wall. Two ball-gags sat on a side-table next to the sofa; their black leather straps, silver buckles and red rubber balls looked ominous in the gloom. Another leather collar and leash lay beside the ball-gags.
The place looked like a dungeon.
Michel baulked and Mike pulled tight on her leash.
"Come on mommy; get the fuck over here!" Mike pulled on the leash and Michele complied.
He locked each of her wrists into the handcuffs and then carefully tied her ankles with the soft leather restraints fitted to the steel rings. She was spread-eagled against the wall, but the soft leather restraints at her ankles allowed her some movement and she balanced on her silver high-heels. She could move her arms a little too; just enough to keep the circulation going.
Mike looked at his mother spread-eagled against the wall and took in her mature beauty. Her teased bob framed her heavily made-up face, ruby-red lipstick, rouged cheeks and smoky dark eyes. His eyes followed her neck decorated by the gold necklaces and then lingered at her large breasts, pushed up by the red satin bustiere. He saw the V of her black satin panties peeking from beneath the bustiere and the garter straps attached to the dark welts at the tops of her stockings. He followed her sleek nylon-encased legs down to her slim ankles, where the single gold chain glittered on one ankle. Her silver four inch high-heels forced his mother to thrust her buttocks back against the wall to maintain her balance.
Mike pressed himself against his mother and drank in her perfume and then he kissed her passionately and rubbed his hand against her cunt through her satin panties. Michele knew that resistance was futile and she responded to the kiss, flicking her tongue along his as it invaded her mouth. She could feel him thicken and press his growing erection against her.
"No! Let's not get carried away mommy; we've got plenty of time for that later," Mike said as he reluctantly pulled away from his mother.
Mike went up to the stairs to the hallway to await Miss Jones' arrival. He left the door to the basement rumpus room wide open,
At precisely 6pm Ms Jones knocked on the front door. Mike had left the front door ajar and waited in the dim light of the lounge room where he could not be seen. When no one answered the front door, Carolyn Jones knocked again and the door swung open, she cautiously entered the hallway and called out.
"Hello? Anybody home?" she called, warily stepping further into the hallway.
"Help! Help! I'm down here! Please help me!" Michele cried from down in the basement.
Mike smiled wickedly; his stupid cunt of a mother had played right into his hands. He had wondered how he was going to get Ms Jones down into the basement and now his mother was doing it for him.
"Hello? Hello? It's Carolyn Jones from the school; what's wrong?" she said approaching the door to the stairway leading down to the basement rumpus room.
Mike watched her as she hesitated but then she stepped carefully through the doorway and started down the stairs to the basement. He heard Ms Jones gasp in surprise and then more cries for help from his mother. When he was sure that Ms Jones was going to his mother's aid he quickly closed and locked the front door and then locked the door to the basement behind him and followed Ms Jones down the stairs.
Ms Jones was standing in front of his mother staring incredulously at the sight before her; Mike's mother handcuffed and tied to the wall wearing only lingerie and high-heels.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked.
Mike crept up behind her and answered her question; quickly bringing a knife to her throat.
"Welcome to the party," he whispered into her ear and she promptly fainted.
Mike took the two ball-gags off the table and despite his mother's feeble protests he gagged her and then he gagged Ms Jones as she lay unconscious on the floor.
Ms Jones' skirt had ridden up when she fainted and a silky nyloned thigh was on display framed by a black lace-edged satin slip. Mike couldn't help himself and reached out and stroked Ms Jones thighs, running his fingers along her pantyhosed legs, under her skirt, and then over her panty-covered pubic mound. He was rock hard inside his trousers.
He forced himself to stop fondling Ms Jones and to take advantage of her unconscious state. He lifted her up and struggled to get her over to the wall next to his mother. He tussled with her slack body and strained as he held her in place against the wall with his own bodyweight until he managed to get one handcuff clamped on her wrist and then the second one.
Now that her wrists were effectively handcuffed he tied her ankles and she slumped against the wall, groaning but still insensible. Mike stood back and surveyed his handiwork and got a good look at Ms Jones. She hadn't let him down. She was wearing a navy-blue suit with grey pin-stripes, the hem of her skirt finished just above her knee; a kick pleat on the left side of the skirt had opened and displayed a delicious glimpse of thigh. Her jacket was unbuttoned and under it she wore a green satin blouse that was opened to the third button; exposing Ms Jones' ample décolletage.
Her breasts were barely contained by a lacy white brassiere. Her hair was cut in a short jet-black bob with red highlights. Her fringe, cut straight, came down to just above her eyebrows and framed her heavily made-up eyes. She wore heavy black kohl and mascara and aqua green eyeshadow with a shade of pink for contrast. Her cheeks were rouged and crimson lipstick emphasised her sensuous lips.
Mike stepped forward and lifted her skirt, enjoying the sound of the hiss of her satin slip as rode over her pantyhosed legs. Ms Jones was wearing an expensive brand of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. The panty part was sheer nylon and had no cotton gusset and she wore them over a pair of white satin full-cut panties. The boys at school called them 'granny panties' but Mike adored them, much preferring them to the 'dental-floss in the crack of the arse' g-strings that most young women wore nowadays.
Mike stepped away from the wall and stripped off his clothes looking at the two women chained to the wall. His mother was shaking her head, the ball-gag muffling her cries. Mike walked over to the computer, his erection standing out proudly, and logged into his favourite chat room and bought up the video from the webcam. He adjusted it slightly so that both of the women cuffed to the wall were in focus then he selected a menu control allowing anyone in the chatroom to view his webcam.
He then moved the pointer over the 'record webcam' button and clicked it.
Now it was time to have some fun!
Mike rubbed his naked body against Ms Jones, luxuriating in the feel of her clothing against his sensitive skin. The material of her skirt and jacket scratched him a little, contrasting with the cool caress of her satin blouse. He kissed her neck and smelt her perfume wishing that he could remove her gag so that he could french kiss her. But there would be plenty of time for that later. He was even more turned on by the fact that everything he was doing was being broadcast on his webcam.
Mike hadn't had sex since yesterday evening and was close to climax already; that was fine, it was part of his plan. He opened up the kick-pleat on the side Ms Jones' skirt and slid his hand across her thigh and over the mound of her cunt. He loved the feel of the sheer nylon of her pantyhose rubbing over her satin panties. He couldn't wait much longer and he lifted up the hem of her skirt and tucked it into the waistband.
Ms Jones was now fully awake and making muffled mewing sounds into the ball-gag and her eyes rolled in terror and her body quivered. Mike took no mercy and rubbed his body harder against hers letting his cock slide over her satin half-slip. His glans secreted pre-seminal fluid, which glittered against the black satin. He would be coming soon and he wanted to not only enjoy it, but he wanted the voyeurs watching his webcam to enjoy it too.
Ms Jones was really struggling now but the handcuffs and leg restraints only allowed her a small amount of movement and all her wriggling was really doing was getting Mike more excited. He lifted her slip out of the way and pressed his cock against her pubic mound; the feel of her hosiery and panties on his sensitive glans was exquisite. Ms Jones screamed into the gag and wriggled in frenzy against her bonds.
Mike stepped back and in one swift movement he pulled Ms Jones slip down her legs and it pooled around her ankles. She looked magnificent with her skirt hiked up; exposing her long silky nylon-clad legs and her prominent pubic mound encased in white satin panties. He stroked his cock a couple of times and groaned as long sticky ropes of semen shot from his cock and splattered against Ms Jones' thighs and crotch. Hot white semen ran down her pubis and thighs, soaking her hose and panties.
Ms Jones bucked and weaved as much as she could with the indignity of what Mike was doing to her. She screamed into the ball-gag and tears ran down her face leaving rivulets of black mascara. Mike let the last of his load ooze from his straining cock and then wiped his penis clean on her skirt, the last silvery dribbles of his ejaculate contrasting with the dark material.
Ms Jones sobbed silently and her body sagged against her bonds; she had been imprisoned, debased and defiled and she had no idea why. Her body was slack but her mind was racing. What was happening to her? Why had Mike restrained his mother to the wall? What was going to happen next?
Mike sauntered over to the computer, glancing at his mother on the way. She had witnessed what Mike had done to Ms Jones and her face showed panic and her breathing was laboured. Mike checked the chat room; twenty-two people were viewing his webcam. He adjusted the camera slightly and then went back to his slaves, picking up the leash as he went.
"I'm going to un-gag and release you mother but if you start up; you know what's going to happen don't you?"
"One click and everyone gets to see you fucking Sultan," he smiled maliciously.
He clipped the leash to his mother's collar and untied the ball-gag. She watched him untie her ankles and then unlock the cuffs and she rubbed her wrists with relief. She knew that resistance was futile; her son had video and photographic evidence of her performing incest and bestiality. Who would believe that a professional woman in her forties could be enslaved by her own fifteen year-old son?
Mike pulled on the leash bringing his mother's face to his and he kissed her passionately and pawed at her breasts and then her crotch with his free hand. Michele did not resist and reluctantly responded to the kiss, sliding her tongue along his. Mike slid his hand inside the gusset of his mother's panties and gently stroked her mound, sliding a finger along her labia until he found her hooded clitoris. He gently stroked and teased her nubbin until he felt her become wet and her breathing become harder; she panted into his mouth as she returned his kisses.
Michele hated herself for her body's involuntary response to her son's ministrations but there was nothing she could do to stop the feelings coursing through her body from her sex organs. She guiltily admitted to herself that she was disappointed when Mike eventually withdrew his fingers from her pubis and stopped kissing her.
He pulled on the leash until his mother was directly in front of Ms Jones and then he pushed her down to her knees.
Michele recoiled in horror when she realised what Mike would have her do next.
"Lick!!!" Mike ordered and pushed his mother's face into Ms Jones' crotch.
Michele could smell Ms Jones musky perfume, her son's semen, and an undertone of feminine secretions. She tentatively extended her tongue and licked the top of Ms Jones thigh and tasted the starchy discharge that Mike had spattered over Ms Jones legs. Then she licked at the V of Ms Jones satin panties, her tongue licking the gossamer material through her pantyhose.
Mike retired to the lounge and slowly stroked his crock as he watched his mother licking at Mr Jones pubis. Ms Jones struggled and strained at her bonds; tears fell from her cheeks but Michele kept licking at her crotch knowing that to defy her son would mean the end for her.
"Tear open her pantyhose; lick her cunt!" Mike demanded.
Michele complied and bit into the sheer pantyhose material, tearing a hole around Ms Jones pubis and exposing the material of her panties. She lapped at the white satin V tasting her son's semen and Ms Jones feminine hygiene product. It did not taste too bad and she was surprised to find the tingling in her cunt that Mike had invoked before he released her from the wall was returning and she could feel her own vaginal juices begin to flow.
Mike improved his erection as he watched his mother orally rape his teacher. He forced himself to masturbate slowly because he didn't want to come again. He wanted to enjoy the show.
"Open her panties; Lick her cunt mommy!" he directed.
Michele hooked a finger inside the crotch of Ms Jones panties and eased it to one side so that her tongue could lick at Carolyn Jones labia. A whiff of Ms Jones vaginal secretions invaded her nostrils and then she lapped away at the folds of her labia and over the hood of her clitoris. Michele had never performed cunnilingus on another woman before be she had received it often enough to know how to perform it expertly.
Michele was surprised to find that she was becoming further aroused and she allowed her hand to slide down her body and rub her own pubic mound through her panties. She eased aside the gusset and flicked at her own clitoris and then slid a finger inside herself whilst rubbing at her nubbin with her thumb.
Ms Jones was still writhing, her body chained to the wall, but both Mike and Michele slowly realised that she was writhing in pleasure not trying to escape. She was thrusting her crotch out to meet Michele's tongue as it licked her sex; she bent her knees slightly and humped away in time with Michele's slathering tongue.
Mike was intensely aroused watching his mother and Ms Jones go at each other; they were both being forced to participate but their wanton desires had been ignited.
Mike stood and walked over to the women.
"No screaming or I'll belt you," Mike whispered into Ms Jones ear, but the threat was unnecessary.
When he took off her ball-gag she moaned; not in protest but in coerced ecstasy. Ms Jones had not had sex for nearly year and Michele's cunnilinguistic ministrations where conjuring up intense feelings of sexual pleasure. She realised that for all intents and purposes she was being raped but she could not control her carnal desires.
Michele fingered herself and slathered at Ms Jones cunt; her saliva mixing with Ms Jones' cuntal discharge. Mike helped out by pulling down Ms Jones knickers and pantyhose until they bunched at the top her thighs. He squeezed himself in beside the two shameless harlots and turned Ms Jones' face towards his and kissed her. She responded immediately by kissing him back and thrusting her crotch harder against his mother's face.
Mike reached down and pulled his mother's face away from Ms Jones cunt and pushed his cock into her mouth and Michele immediately began to fellate him. Mike replaced his mother's lips with his fingers and he stroked and fondled his teacher's cunt, letting one finger caress her clitoris and sliding another inside her. They didn't break the kiss; instead it intensified. He lifted his hands to her heavy breasts and eased them out of the bra cups. He stroked her nipples until they hardened. He tweaked them as Ms Jones gasped and then he slid one hand back down her body to her sopping cunt.
Michele sucked and slathered her son's hard cock as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her own vagina, bringing herself close to orgasm. Mike pushed her roughly out of the way and she fell on the floor masturbating frantically as she watched her son kiss and fondle his English teacher.
Mike moved into the space vacated by his mother and positioned his body between Ms Jones' legs and replaced his fingers with his cock. He felt Ms Jones hesitate briefly as she felt her student's glans nestle between the folds of her labia but she was beyond control. She bent her knees as much as she could, encouraging Mike to enter her.
Mike slid into his teacher's hot wet opening in one long slow stroke and felt Ms Jones push her pubis out to meet him as their passionate kisses intensified. He jackhammered himself in and out of her, holding her body against his, luxuriating in the feel of her skirt and jacket and her satin blouse and nyloned legs against his naked body. He glanced down at the floor to see his mother crazily masturbating; she had torn off her panties and was writhing on the floor like a shameless whore as she gratified herself, enviously watching her son fuck his teacher.
Mike pushed his cock right up to hilt inside Ms Jones sopping cunt and he ground himself against her as she pushed back against him groaning and moaning into his mouth; her tongue flicking inside his mouth, her lips crushing his as her orgasm raged through her body.
Mike felt Ms Jones' cunt undulate and quiver, milking him of his seed. His cock convulsed and his scrotum retracted as stream after stream of hot semen flooded his teacher's cunt. Mike and Ms Jones shuddered against each other in paroxysms of orgasmic pleasure. Ms Jones tried to lift her legs up to lock them around the youth who was indecently assaulting her but the best she could do was to push her crotch harder against him to stimulate her clitoris as the final spasms of her orgasm washed over her.
Michele was writhing on the floor; quivering in orgasm, her hand stuffed in her mouth to stifle her screams of pleasure. Waves of intense sexual delight wracked her body as she surrendered to her lust.
Mike hung on to Miss Jones until his orgasm subsided and then he withdrew himself; a flood of sperm and vaginal juices ran down her legs; some of it pooled in her bunched up panties and hose.
Michele lay on the floor shuddering occasionally as she descended from the peak of sexual bliss.
For a few minutes the room was silent except for the laboured breathing of two middle aged woman and one young man as they recovered from their respective climaxes. Eventually Miss Jones regained her composure.
"So I'll ask the question again: what the hell is going on here?"
To be continued
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Michele Nylons
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