TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Yes, I know all about that. Then your son and I will give you a hot cum bath, shooting our ejaculations on you, not in you. Again, that’s nothing new or special to you, considering what a cum slut you appear to be. We’ll take a break, during which you’ll be chained, hanging against the wall, your tits bound with a tight chain connecting them to your stretched clit.” Wheland observed her carefully: the flushed chest, excited breathing and glazed expression. “During the second half, you’ll have another DP.”

He stood, removing his blazer, laid it on the chair and sat down again. He undid his silk tie and removed it. “Matthew, remove your tie as well.” Matt placed his tie in Wheland’s outstretched hand. “Janice, you look flushed. Your face and neck are red. How shall we begin? I know, let’s do this together. I’ll undo my shirt buttons while you undo your blouse.”

She turned to Matt, a final plea. “Matthew, he’s a complete stranger! I can’t!”

Wheland considered her a moment. “All right, as a one-time concession to your shyness, we’ll begin with your blouse on. But I’m not pleased. My first command and you resist. Apparently you’re bucking for added punishment, which you’ll get in time. But now: Matthew, pull your dick out of your pants.” Matt stood awkwardly, his hard-on stretching his pants, and carefully unzipped. “Walk over to your mother and squeeze your pre-cum all around her face.”

Matt pumped his shaft and smeared his cock all over Janice’s forehead. Just as he produced a phenomenal amount of semen, he also contained a huge amount of pre-cum. Janice shuddered in debasement as her son coated her cheeks, nose, lips and chin with pre-cum, until her entire face glistened obscenely. To add to the lurid sight, drops fell off her chin and cheeks onto her breasts.

Mr. Wheland sat down on the ottoman, reached inside his blazer and removed a short leather tawse. “That’s better. Now, you have incredibly fat nipples. They belong more to a submissive slut more than to a normal mother, you know?” Without warning, he slapped the tawse into the side of her left breast. As she was reacting, he quickly struck the side of the other breast even harder. Janice gasped, more in surprise from the suddenness of the attack than from any pain.

Mr. Wheland reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out several large plastic clips, the type used to hold notes on refrigerators, or organize bills and papers, or keep bags closed. The handles were black rubber and the wide tips were red plastic, the inside of the clamps lined with ridges. “I found these in the kitchen keeping your ‘recipe’ book open.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

He leaned forward to apply them when she said, “No, they’ll ruin my expensive new blouse.” Staring defiantly at Matt, she unbuttoned the blouse and removed it. Wheland sat back, stunned by the beauty of her breasts, the oversized aureola and the massive nipples, the smooth, olive skin so crisscrossed with livid marks that her breasts looked like a piece of abstract art. He had never seen aureoles and nipples of such a dark color, or such a size, before. Nor had he ever seen breasts with such dense, livid welts. She must have a massive capacity for submission-and pain.

“My goodness. It’s as if your breasts are made for us to do whatever we like with them.” He leaned forward and tightly tied a necktie around the base of each breast, making the tit flesh bulge. Janice gasped in discomfort. “They’re so big they’ve got plenty of room for two devices: a weight hanging from the base and a clamp at the tip to hold the weight. But that will come later.” To distract her, he asked, “Janice, why don’t you tell us what you consider Matthew’s . . . shall we say, hidden qualities to be?” Her entire body jerked as the first clip sank into her thick right nipple. By reflex, as a jolt of excitement jumped from her breasts to her cunt, her thighs also spread.

Mr. Wheland used the tawse to spread the hot mother’s thighs wider apart. Again using the tawse, he pushed the skirt up both thighs till it was bunched at her waist, exposing her panty-covered pussy. Even from this angle he could see her thick labia bulging against the taut sheer fabric.

“Matthew’s hidden qualities?” She spoke with difficulty, adjusting to the strong pain. “Um, he’s very firm as the man of the house. He won’t permit me to be contrary or disobedient.”

“Tell me more . . . intimate qualities.” She felt a wave of humiliation. “Matthew, your mother is sitting here exposing her big tits. The least you can do is remove your shirt.” Matt complied. Reflexively, Janice turned her head to look at his smooth, hard chest. While she was looking to the side, Wheland applied another clamp to her left nipple.

“For example, he’s handsome and sexy,” she said, lips compressed in pain.

“That’s not what I meant.” He twisted the grip on her right nipple as she hissed.

“All right, please stop. I’ll tell you. He has a beautiful cock, and I love it when he forces me to suck it and cums in my mouth,” she blurted. She stopped, amazed at what she’d confessed to this man.

“That’s better. But it’s not enough.” He twisted the clip on her left nipple. “Argh! Please, no more! I also get excited when Matthew punishes me and I’m grateful when he agrees to fuck me.”

Wheland slapped the grip on the left nipple. “He fucks my cunt and my asshole too.” Wheland slapped the grip on the other nipple. “I’m submissive to him so he whips me when I deserve it.”

“That’s better,” Wheland said. “Pull up your skirt.” She raised the skirt to her waist, showing her stocking tops, thighs and bare pussy. He pushed her legs and thighs so wide it hurt and placed his knees inside hers to keep them open. Wheland turned to Matt. “Her clit and her lips are the thicket and longest I’ve seen. You’ll have to weight the lips regularly, so they stretch even longer. You should be able to get an extra inch, so that even on the rare occasion when she’s wearing panties or a thong, the labia will hang down outside the gusset. A lovely effect.” Matt nodded.

Wheland turned back, staring at her pussy. “Open up,” he said. It was obvious what he meant. Janice gripped her labia and pulled, exposing the soaked gash. “Pull harder,” he ordered, till she was administering pain to herself. Swiftly, he added a third grip to the hood of her clit as she gasped in pain and shuddered with excitement.

He stood. “Kneel on the ottoman.” She knelt, legs and thighs extended wide to the edge, the tit and clit clamps protruding obscenely, declaring her place as a slave toy. “Place your hands on the floor.” Once she did, the skirt fell to her waist, exposing her cunt and ass, so beautiful they looked like an open invitation. He marveled at her tight ass, densely covered with marks. He said, “Lower yourself so your head is on the carpet.” It was an awkward and difficult stretch, but she managed, leaving her cunt and ass even more sluttishly on display, gaping wide.

Wheland removed a wooden plug from his pants. “I found this kitchen item in one of your drawers, which was not shut properly, but I don’t even know what it’s for. Tell me, Janice. As the slave you are, or, if you prefer, as an obedient slut. What’s it for? And think carefully before you answer.”

She answered immediately, her voice so low and throaty with pain and lust that it was not easy to understand. “It’s for you or Matthew to place into my cunt or my ass as you please.”

“Very good, Janice. “Well put! Because you’re not only a cum and pain slut, you’re also an anal slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” He greased the wooden plug with a bottle of lube and twisted the first inch into her nether opening. “The reason why it’s going in your ass is because I’ll be fucking your cunt while you suck off your son.” She shuddered at the words. He screwed another few inches into her. “I want you to know how it feels to have something hard up your ass while your cunt being’s slammed.”

He inserted the reminder. He knelt down beside her to whisper in her ear. “Has a cum slut like you ever had the pleasure of double penetration with two live cocks?” He yanked on her hair to open her eyes as he stared into her face.

She whispered so only he could hear. “Not yet, sir.” She felt she had to confess. “But I’ve dreamed about it for a long time.”

He smiled. “Get up and face the ottoman.” Moving slowly, she stood, looking down at the clips extending out from her nipples. She savored the feel of the large wood plug filling her ass.

“Matthew, take off all your clothes and sit on the ottoman.” Matt obeyed, his thick prick pointing at Janice’s face. “Would you like your mother to blow you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I thought as much. Janice, get down on your knees.” Wheland lifted the rear and front of her skirt, tucking them into her black leather belt. “Janice, I’m going to whip you while you go down on your son’s cock.” He removed a short fishing pole from his briefcase, the kind that folded into subsections. He snapped the sections together and swung it through the air to test the assembly. It made a fearsome whoosh.

Wheland struck the top of her ass as she licked up and down the length of Matt’s cock. He hit the middle of her ass and she closed her big lips around Matt’s crown, swirling her tongue around the head. He hit her so hard on her lower ass that her mouth sank all the way to the root of Matt’s cock. Frantic to avoid another brutal strike, she pistoned her head up and down the entire shaft. Wheland was impressed that, even with the boy’s cock embedded all the way in her mouth, she never once choked or gagged.

He removed his pants and shorts to the sound of her noisy slurping and the boy’s groaning. Once he coated his prick with lube, Wheland knelt behind her. Without his asking, she spread her knees as far as possible, which pleased him, appreciating the dark shade of the skin circling her asshole, securing the plug. He could see the black and red clip hanging between her legs from her clit, like a red flag leading the way to ecstasy.