SONS GET EVEN PART 4
When I dressed I put on a low scoopneck blouse and my shortest micro skirt,
since there was no time for them to do anything to me I decided to tease and
frustrate the boys.
As I prepared dinner I deliberately bent way over to get pans exposing my butt
and leaned over to set the table exposing most of my boobs to their excited
faces.
Bob said petulantly, "Mom it isn't fair to tease us. You kow we don't have time
to do anything."
I said, "What do you mean? I am just getting dinner ready."
"Yeah right!"
It worked. In a short time they ran up to their room I am sure to masturbate to
relieve the obviously super hard penis's.
To my surprise my choice of clothing also excited Mike which I thought was weird
since he had so often seen me stark naked. He had me crawl toward him with my
boobs swaying and away so he could see my butt which sent the boys back to their
room.
We went to our bedroom and in an amazing coincidence he said, "We have never
tried anal sex. I want to do it."
I was not looking forward to that, my asshole was still a little sore from the
strap dildo so I said, "Why? You never wanted to do it before."
"The concept of shit on my dick turned me off but I have found a solution to
that."
"What is that?"
"I just give you enemas until the water is perfectly clean."
I remembered my Mom's enemas and said petulantly, "I don't like enemas."
"You don't have a choice. Undress while I get things ready." He picked up a sack
he had brought home and went into the bathroom.
I undressed slowly to stall since even when it was necessay ro relieve the
constipation I often had as a child it had been really humiliating.
I heard water running then he said, "Get in here! Everything is ready."
I went in naked and saw this huge red rubber hot water bottle hanging from the
shower rod with a hose leading to a nozzle more than twice the size my Mom had
used.
I looked at in fear and said, "Oh my God! Mom just used a syringe. That is huge.
It must hold a gallon of watter."
"Actually a little more than a gallon but the syringe was for little girls. You
are a big girl now and I want you super clean."
He had me lean over the tub and then spread my cheeks and pushed in the nozzle.
My anus had returned to it's small size which pleased him. He said,"Good you are
so tight the nozzle is going in hard. It is going to be great on my dick."
For sure. His dick was more than twice as thick as that nozzle and even longer.
He opened a valve and water began running into my bowels. At first it was not
bad but then pressure started building and I began to get cramps. I cried,
"Stop. It is hurting me! I have cramps! My guts may explode."
"Don't be such a sissy. Your guts won't explode.You only have half of the water.
Move around a little. It may help."
It did help a little but the cramps got worse and it was really humiliating to
move and have the nozzle move in my ass.I looked down to see I was getting a
little pot belly as my guts filled.
Finally the bottle was empty and he let me get on the toilet then jerked out the
nozzle. That was horribly embarrassing as the water gushed out with farting
noises.
It wasn't over. He gave me two more enemas before he was satisfied the water was
clear enough. They were just as bad as the first and I was crying during the
last one where he had filled the bottle to overflowing.
He went into the bedroom while I was squeezing out the last of the water. When I
went in he was threading twine through the springs of two clothespins.
He said "I saw this on the internet. I will have two of the strings going over
your shoulders and the other two by your stomach. When I pull the shoulder
string you will go forward and the belly strings will bring you back. You will
be doing all the work while I just kneel behind you."
"You are going to clip them on my stomach? That will hurt."
"No silly. I am going to put them on your nipples your belly is not nearly
sensitive enough to get you to move hard."
I thought perversions must be hereditary since this was so much like his son's
had done.
"I whined, "That will really hurt. Please don't do it."
"You don't mind a little pain. Now take off my clothes and suck my dick so it
will be nice and slick for your ass."
I had a feeling of guilt as I remembered sucking the strap handle and the boys
glee in watching me. When I had him naked I knelt in front of im and began
licking and sucking it. I looked up at his face and saw the same look of glee
the boys had shown.
Suddenly he said,"Enough. I want to cum in your ass."
He had me get on my knees on the bed with my head on my folded arms then put on
the pins. I gasped at the pain but knew it would do no good to complain.
His idea really worked. When he jerked on the strings there was so much pain as
my nipples stretched and my boobs moved I lurched forward and back driving his
dick as deep as it would go. Aside from the pain to my nipples his dick felt
much better than that hard rubber one on the strap. I began rubbing my clit and
soon went into orgasm. I had three before he moaned and pulled hrd on my belly
strings to drive me tight against his stomach. I felt his cum spurt in to me
like a mini-enema.
Even though I had done all the work the act exhausted him and he rolled off of
me and was asleep in seconds. I took off the pins bracing myself for the intense
pain I knew would follow.
I guess I was exhausted too because as soon as the pain subsided I went to sleep
and slept in. When I got up there was a note by the coffee pot saying, "Hi
Darling. I knew you had to be exhausted so I got the kids off to school. Looking
forward to seeing you. Love Mike"
For some reason his note reminded me of the internet so I went directly to the
computer just wearing my robe. I had discovered newsgroups and went to Soc.
sexuality spanking. Unfortunately most of the posts just dealt with simple over
the knee spankings so I went on to alt.torture. I downloaded every picture
offered and found some terrible things. Naturally I woulddn't want them done to
me and yet I was fascinated by them.
Time flew by and I suddenly heard the front door open. I immediaely logged off
just as Bob came over to me.
He said,"What are you doing?"
"Oh I was just looking up some recipes."
"Yeah right. That is why your robe is open and your pussy is wet."
I suddenly realized my robe was gaping open and immediately closed it blushing
at the fact I had been rubbing my pussy until it was shining with wetness.
"Don't bother to close it. Just stand up and take it off."
"No. You had your way with me yesterday I more than earned your silence about
the plate."
"I never said it would be one day. You will be our slave until you replace the
plate."
I had no idea they would be so unreasonable. I sobbed knowing it could be weeks
before I could save enough money to replace it."
I stood up and let the robe fall to the floor thanking God they only had a
couple of hours to humiliate and torture me.
I stood there hanging my head in shame as he said, "We have been talking to some
high school boys. We know a lot of fun things we can do with you."
"First of all kneel and take down my pants and suck and lick my dick."
"No! that is incest. We would all go to hell."
"No, I looked it up. Incest is sex with a relative. Sucking is not sex.
President Clinton proved that."
It was hard to argue with that. If you can't believe the President, who can you
believe? I remembered the first time Mike had made me suck him and how degraded
and humiliated I had felt but this would be worse. This was my son and a truly
perverted thing.
I hesitated and Bob said,"You don't have to do it. I would love to see Dad use
that strap on you."
I blanched at the thought. He didn't know the strap would be used on all of me.
I was sure if he did he would simply tell Mike.
I knelt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants then pulled both his pants and
shorts down at the same time. I was amazed at the sight of his penis. It sprang
out of his shorts to slap against his stomach. It was about six inches long and
almost as thick as Mikes. I hadn't seen it since he was little and it had been
tiny. He obviously had a lot of his dad's genes.
He also either found some sites on the internet or else had instruction because
he knew exactly what he wanted.He had me lick his balls and dick grinning at my
look of despair before I put it in my mouth then he started pumping his hips as
if he was fucking my face.
Fortunately he didn't last very long but further humiliated me by jerking out
his cock and shooting a surprising amount of cum into my face and eyes.
I started to wipe it off feeling totally degraded but he said sharply, "Leave
it. I want to see if Ted can do as much."
Ted had already taken down his pants and simply shoved his dick into my face. I
captured it in my mouth to keep him from sticking it in my eyes and sucked
furiously to get it over as soon as possible. He too shot it in my face and then
while I knelt there in tears they argued who had shot the most.
I found out that although young boys do not take long to cum it also takes them
a short time to be ready again. they decided to do it again only this time they
would shoot in my mouth to see if either of them could make me choke. Bob "Won"
by jamming my head into him as he came to make his dick go into my throat and
make me gag. When Ted tried it his dick was slim enough to just slide down my
throat.
They just stood there a moment watching me sob at my stupidity for letting them
degrade me so for days just to avoid a spanking that would have been over in
minutes.
Then Bob said he would clean me up and scraped up the cum with his finger and
shoved his finger into my mouth to suck it off.
I thought that had brought me to the lowest point of my life and nothing they
could do could degrade me anymore.
I was wrong. They discussed whether or not fucking me in the ass would be
incest. Ted said. "I don't think so cause we couldn't get her pregnant but that
sounds gross. We would get shit all over our dicks."
Bb said, "No. I saw an enema bag in the bathroom. We could get her all clean for
us."
I cursed myself for not hiding it and then it was deja vu only worse because
they squeezed the bag to hurry the process causing cramps nearly as bad as labor
pains then laughed in glee as the water splashed out of my ass into the toilet.
I thought I might die.
They had two turns with me while I sobbed. It didn't hurt but I hated them for
having such a good time yelling, "Ride her cowboy!"
Thankfully that was enough for them and they ran up to their room saying they
had to finish their project.
I dressed in a simple housedress not wanting to have to become a "Show" as Mike
had done in my sexier clothes.
When he came home I was in for a shock. He said,"Guess what honey. I ran into
Bill diggs and he has a friend with a cabin on Horsefly lake in Canada. Supposed
to be big fish. We are going to fish all weekend."
I panicked at the thought of being at the boy's mercy all weekend and pleaded,
"No please stay home. I have been looking forward to being with you. We will do
anything you want."
"No way! This is the chance of a lifetime, besides I can always do anything I
want with you."
"Then take me along. I can cook for you."
"Naw this is a guy thing. You would be out of place."
I knew there was no sense arguing and worse when the boys came down he told them
he would not be home until ten oclock Sunday and expected them to be in bed for
school the next day.
Bob said gleefully "Oh we will Dad. It sounds like a lot of fun. Too bad you
can't stay longer."
"Yeah I would like to but Bill has to be back at work Monday morning."
He was glad they were happy for him but I knew they were happy for themselves
and thought seriously of confessing but if I did all my degradation would have
been for nothing and I decided there was nothing worse they could do to me."
The next day was Friday and I went to town shopping to keep my mind off the
weekend. I found the plate but there was only one left so I asked the clerk if
she would hold it for me but they had to have half down of $40.00 and I didn't
have it. I could only hope it would be still there next wednesday, my allowance
day, when I planned to minimize my grocery shopping to buy it.
Shopping was a disaster. No matter where I went I saw belts,rulers,yard sticks,
hairbrushes, large spoons and spatulas that could be used to spank me. My rich
imagination almost let me feel the sting as they hit me.
I got home just before the boys and expected them to make me strip but Bob said,
"Come up to our room. We want to show you something we have been working on."
I went up there and Bob shoved a tape in the VCR. It was me! and worse I was
asking them to tape me. As it went on I saw they had edited out all my
objections and I had put out of my mind the fact they had make me ask for all
the obscene things they had done to me. It looked as if I was corrupting my own
children and I was devastated and worse Bob said,"We don't need the plate
anymore. If you don't do anything we want we will show the tape to all our
friends. Possibly the word could get out and you may end up getting arrested by
the police for molesting us."
"No! You wouldn't do that to your own Mother."
"Maybe. Maybe not. If you don't do it you won't be fun anymore and maybe Dad
would get an even younger wife."
I could hardly believe I had raised such monsters but was sure they would do it
since I had let them get so spoiled over the years.
I hung my head and mumbled, "I'll do it."
"What? Louder! No on second thought say 'I want to be your love slave.' and be
sincere."
It didn't surprise me when Ted picked up the camera and they made me say it
three times until they were satisfied I looked sincere enough.
Then Ted said, "We have something else we made. Boy scout training paid off."
He went to a drawer and brought out a whip! They had braided three long leather
bootstrings into one and added four more to put in a hole they had drilled in a
large dowel to make a five thonged whip. They showed me a picture they had found
somewhere wih a black woman tied to a tree while a bare chested white man held a
whip like the one they had made.
I panicked and exclaimed, "You can't hit me with that! You said you would not
hurt me."
"No what we said was that we would not leave marks on you Dad could see. We hit
each other with the whip and timed how long the red welts would last. They were
all gone in three hours."
I cringed since Mike's spankings seldom lasted more than four hours and they had
hurt like hell.
By then it was time for me to get dinner. I was totally devastated. It was too
late to confess and there seemed to be no end to my suffering.
Mike noticed my depression but thought it was because he was leaving me home. He
said, "Don't feel bad darlin. When I get home I will get you a nice present."
"I said, "I would rather go with you but I guess a present would be nice."
He spent the rest of the night packing and getting all his fishing gear together
then went to sleep in order to get up early. I was awake for hours dreading the
scene the next day."
End part four
