Paul Gable - Mother and daughter in bondage

"Take this cock in your mouth, you dumb bitch, and suck hard. Do it, or I'll break your fuckin' neck!"

"Oh, please Hank, don't don't make me do it."

"I said get your lips down on it and blow, woman!"

The six-foot-two stud reached down from his kneeling position on the bed, and he curled his fingers in Janice Urban's long blonde hair, snagging it under his jagged nails. The attractive thirty-six-year-old woman cried out, her eyelids fluttering while her jaw slackened from the pain. He was yanking her up from the mattress, jerking her head up and shoving her face against his hairy groin.

"Oh, my God!"

Just six feet away, crouching in the soft, damp dirt beneath the window was Janice's teenaged daughter, Sharon. She knew something like this had been going on. She just knew it. Her mother had been acting strangely lately, disappearing certain nights, trying to get her out of the house on others. No, things just hadn't been the same lately, especially after the Harringtons had moved in next door three weeks ago.

And there her mother was now, crouched naked on the bed. Above the woman, his cock sticking straight out from between his thick muscled legs, was Mr. Hank Harrington. He looked so mean, yet so sexy with his long black hair hanging rakishly over one eye. How long had they been doing this horrible act? How long had they been fucking?

"Oh, please, no I never did this sort of thing," her mother begged, her blue eyes wide with horror as she stared at his ten-inch cunt splitter.

Sharon trembled, rubbing her fingers briskly over her upper arms as a soft breeze from the north rustled the leaves of the bushes surrounding her. She repositioned herself, feeling a cramp beginning in her calf as the girl pressed her nose against the window pane and watched her mother perform. It was like watching a person she had never met, never known. Rarely in her young life had Sharon thought of her mother as a sexual object. When her father died, Sharon depended more and more on her mother for guidance, feeling that life would just go on pretty much as it had without her father. How wrong she had been!

"Uhhhhhh" the woman moaned.

Mr. Harrington was pulling on her mother's hair harder now, twisting it in his fingers while Janice struggled helplessly under his grasp. Sharon watched as her mother beat his chest with her small fists, prancing her naked, jiggling asscheeks over the large mattress. Something slick was on her thighs, something oh, good God, cuntjuice! Her mother was wetting herself, actually wetting herself with pussyjuice!

Sharon let out another shuddering groan, criss-crossing her arms and hugging her body. She had heard some of the girls talking about getting wet after their boyfriends touched them in certain ways. Just listening to some of her friends made Sharon kind of squeaky hot down there between her white shivering legs. Time and time again, alone at night, she had drawn her fingers over her naked little cunt and felt a buzzing heat radiate through her. But she had never felt that wetness the others had talked about.

"Mmmfmmfmffffff!"

Dear God, what was Mr. Harrington forcing her to do? Sharon's eyes widened, and her fingers clawed at the chipping paint on the wood outside while she watched that awful man holding her mother that way. His fingers were locked behind the blonde's head.

"No, oh, God, don't don't make me do this!"

Janice's legs jerked up, then flopped back down on the mattress while her head was tilted all the way back. Hank was growling something Sharon couldn't make out through the barely opened bedroom window. The young girl peered nervously over one shoulder again, making sure no one heard or saw her as she spied on her mother and her S amp;M lover.

"Take it all, bitch. You're gonna swallow that thing 'til it comes outta your cunt."

He was pressing her mother's face against his groin, rubbing her cheeks against his crotch hair while his prick rubbed up and down against the side of Janice's face. And then he had pulled the older woman back, tugged on her hair again until she was frantic with pain, her eyes rounded with sheer terror.

"Take it!"

Janice had no choice. With a groan of defeat, she opened her mouth, letting Hank slide his cock halfway in before he stopped. Sharon let out a little gasp, feeling her throat constrict as she watched Mr. Harrington's prick disappear slowly between her mother's stretched lips. It was so odd to watch the scene. There was her mother, her legs sprawled out in front of her while that man held her head up from the bed with both hands. And all the while, he was towering over her, overpowering her by sticking his cock in her mouth! Janice's long blonde hair dangled behind her in matted tangles while her face flushed red from the effort of taking all that prickmeat. And he was shoving more into her mouth, actually sliding more of his horrible shaft into her mother's throat! Sharon instinctively put one hand at the base of her neck, swallowing hard as she watched her mother's cheeks puff out.

"Ohhh, yeah, yeah, good head, good head, that's the way," Mr. Harrington moaned, letting his eyes close while his head tilted back. Whatever her mother was doing, it must have been right. She watched with growing fascination as the big man started tensing his thighs, pumping his hips buck back and forth. Each time he drew back, her mother's cheeks sucked in, making her look so thin. And then, when he stopped and shoved forward, they puffed out again. Frothy spittle oozed from the corners of her lips and trickled down the sides of her neck.

"Mmmfmfmfmmffff!"

"Oh, yeah, bitch, go for it, man, go for that prick! Always thought you was eyein' me for my cockmeat, and now you got it good and thick and hot between your motherfuckin' lips."

The things he was saying to her mother! It made Sharon blush violently just to hear them through the crack between the pane and the window. Another breeze rustled the leaves around her, and the young blonde trembled with fear of discovery. Again peering over one shoulder, she looked through the magnolia bushes behind her across the next yard to the Harringtons' house. The lights were still on in the kitchen and living room. What on earth was Mrs. Harrington like? What was she doing now, while Hank Harrington was here, fucking her mother in the mouth?

"Ohhhhh!"

Another sobbing cry from her mother. Sharon grasped the edge of the window with her trembling, slender fingers, as Janice moaned hotly. Her mother's eyes were wide, glazed over while oh, God, while that man had shoved all his cock down her throat! Yes, yes, her mother had it all, all ten inches of it in her mouth. Sharon's nostrils flared, her throat tightened again, and a strange kind of tension rippled through her belly and chest. She could see a funny kind of bulge just at the top of her mother's throat. Mr. Harrington's cock. Yes, it was his prick down there, throbbing and jerking against Janice's throat while his hairy groin rubbed back and forth against the older woman's flattened nose.

"Man, oh, man, ain't had head like this for a long time. Jesus Christ, woman, you sure know how to move that fuckin' tongue around. And you're tellin' me you ain't never given some skull?" Harrington laughed, his fingers tightening around the back of her head. "Man, if you didn't, you're sure a quick study."

Sharon felt another blush of shame, as if he had been insulting her. That was her mother, the woman who had raised her. And there she was, naked, hot, doing things to a man she hardly knew!

"No, please, no more I can't take any more," Janice panted as Hank finally let her lips slip off his throbbing cock.

"Yeah, no more. You want this bad, baby, real bad," he said, wrapping his fingers now around the full length and thickness of his prick. Sharon watched as his fingers slipped back to his balls, making his furry, leathery sac swing and jiggle with his subtle movements. The spittle from her mother's mouth had made his prick glisten so wetly under the lamp.