Nathan Silvers - Mother gets a whipping

Lola Mitchell drove home with a big smile on her face. She had managed to get an appointment at the beauty parlor, and she could see the scene now. She'd slide in through the back door, creep into the main room where Flint would be sitting in his favorite chair, reading the newspaper. She'd sneak up behind him, put her hands over his eyes and say, "Guess who?"

Lola sighed with happiness as she swung the car off the freeway. It was so wonderful being engaged to a policeman. Flint was so tail and commanding and just perfect. And he never bothered her with sexual demands.

He was even wonderful with her daughter, Yvette. Yvette needed a father, she'd been wild and undisciplined until Flint came along. Now she was much better behaved. She shivered when she thought of Yvette's father. Some men were so disgusting sometimes. But not Flint, of course.

She parked the car, then checked her reflection in the mirror, making sure she looked as beautiful as she could. She might be just over thirty years old, but her face still said she was early twenties.

She crept around the side of the house and opened the back door, moving quietly through the kitchen, giggling to herself.

She got to the door of the main room and stopped, puzzled at hearing strange sounds.

There were moans and groans and it sounded as if Yvette was begging for something. She frowned and pushed the door open.

The sight that met her eyes made her blood turn cold. She gasped.

There, on her back on the floor, was her teenaged daughter, Yvette. Her legs were up and out, spread around Flint's naked, jerking body as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. And Yvette was begging for it, clutching at Flint, thrusting her ass up so that her pussy could get more of his cock.

"Flint!" Lola screamed.

Flint looked up, saw Lola and rolled off Yvette at once. Lola had a glimpse of his enormous thick cock before he got to his feet, maintaining a steel-hard grip on her arm.

Yvette screamed, her hands going down to her pussy, rubbing it as she writhed on the carpet. "Mommy, you bitch, what the fuck are you doing! I want his cock! Flint, Flint, please! Come fuck me!"

Flint pushed Lola into a chair.

Lola screamed, her flared skirt flicking up over her thighs as she fell, still shocked and gasping. His cock seemed even bigger now that it was so close. She'd never dream of taking something that big into her pussy. It was nearly a foot of thick prick meat!

"What are you doing?" Lola gasped as Flint pinned her in the chair and turned to Yvette, who still lay on the floor, rubbing her pussy.

"Get the fuck up, you stupid slut!" he snarled. "Get me the handcuffs and a gag. And the bonds."

"Yes, Flint, yes!" Yvette gasped, rushing to the other side of the room.

Suddenly Lola saw that Yvette's ass was red with welts. There was a whip lying on the floor, a long-tailed whip with a short, thick, leather covered handle. She gasped and tried to scream, but Flint had a tight grip on her and his other hand was around her neck. His cock throbbed so close to her face that Lola thought she'd be sick.

Yvette rushed back, her long, dark-blonde hair streaming behind her. She had some handcuffs and some black leather strips.

"Gag her!" Flint snapped.

"No!" Lola croaked, but Yvette was already slipping one of the black leather strips ever her head.

Yvette tightened some straps, pulling the thick leather strip tight over her mother's mouth. Lola was still more furious and baffled than afraid, but fear crept through her as Flint pulled her arms behind her chair and clicked the handcuffs onto her wrists. She struggled, but he ran a rope through the join of the cuffs and fled it to the bottom rung of the chair.

Lola was trapped, her arms straining paifully. In her fear and rage, she kicked out at Flint, but he grabbed her ankles and bound them to the front legs of the chair.

Flint pulled back and stared at her while Yvette slid her arm into his and cuddled up to him, pushing her hot little cunt against his thigh.

Yvette was dressed in a tiny little red slip that hardly covered the welts on her red ass, matching red stockings with garter belt and high heels.

"Fuck," Flint said, "we gotta do something about this."

"Sue, honey, but right now, I just gotta have you cock!" Yvette moaned, spreading her legs around his thigh, rubbing her pussy against him in the most depraved manner possible. "Come on, darling, please, Mom ain't going nowhere. Gimme you cock, you know what a bad girl I've been!"

She mewled and slid her hand over his fucker, kissing and nibbling at his cheek.

"Wait a fuckin' moment!" Flint snapped. "When's the next time she's gonna be meeting anybody?"

"This time next week, darling, when she has her hair done again," Yvette gasped. "You know she don't go anywhere. Now come on, honey, I need your cock!"

"Yeah, right!" Flint gasped. He grinned at Yvette. "Might as well go for it, right?"

"What do you mean, darling?" Yvette purred, rubbing her cunt against his leg, her hands gripping his massive fuck-rod.

"I trained you, I can train her, right?"

"Darling, honey, no! You promised, it's me, only me! Come on, not her!" Yvette slid down his iron-hard body, sliding her hands over his cock, gasping and moaning as she licked and sucked the length of his body. "Come on, darling, you know I can give you everything you want. Not her, she's a fucking ice queen. Come on!"

"You shut the fuck up and do what you're told!" Flint snapped, sliding his cock in and out of Yvette's mouth.

"Yes, yes, darling, I will! But you don't want her, you know you don't, you want me!" Yvette wailed, then slid her mouth right down his cock, taking it all in until her throat bulged.

"Get your fuckin' mouth off my cock until I tell you to put it there!" Flint growled, sliding his hand into Yvette's blonde hair.

She sobbed, shaking her head, cramming more of his cock into her mouth.

"Take it out now or I'll show your mother how I turn bad girls into good girls," Flint said softly, sinking his cock deep in Yvette's sucking throat.

Yvette gave a muffled scream, but her hot mouth stayed on his cock, her pussy raking up and down his thigh.

"Okay, whore, you asked for it!"

As the terrible depravity unfolded in front of her, Lola wept. As she watched Yvette's lovely young tits bulging in the top of the little slip while her mouth slid around on Flint's cock, Lola knew she should have brought the girl up with more discipline. She should have known men would be after those swelling tits, that tight waist and sensuous ass.

But the depravity of the scene that Lola had witnessed so far was nothing to what happened next.

Flint gripped Yvette's soft blonde hair and shoved her mouth off his cock, throwing her back across the carpet.

The little blonde screamed, crawling over to the whip and picking it up in her trembling fingers.

"Oood girl," Flint said softly as Yvette crawled back to him, carrying the whip and whimpering in submission.

Lola watched in growing horror as her daughter crawled up Flint's legs, kissing at his flesh as she moved.

Gazing up at Flint in adoration, Yvette licked the whip handle, kissing it before she held it up for him and worked her soft lips back over his cockhead.

Flint took the whip. Yvette held his massive cock and ran her mouth over it, sucking his prickhead, kissing and licking up and down his cockshaft.

"Tell me why you were bad," Flint said, his eyes on his little slave.

"I must do what you say all the time!" Yvette wept, sobbing and sucking his cock. "It was bad to ask you not to fuck Mommy, I mustn't do that. I'm sorry, darling, but I love you so much, I can't bear to think of you fucking that bitch!"