"To be honest, yes, he was often naughty as a child. Don't get me wrong; he was always very sweet. It's just that he was incorrigible in many ways, just asking for a spanking. Especially after his father left us... " Johnny's mother shook her head. "I had to spank him almost every day." She paused, coloring a little. "..uh... until he was a teenager." She picked up her glass and drained it of the remaining wine.
"What happened? Did he start behaving better?" Sally asked, refilling the wine glass. She was fairly successful in resisting her impulse to smirk, but her daughter Susie noticed it.
"Well... n-not really," Jeanine replied hesitantly. She took a deep breath. "No, it's just he was getting too big," she continued, blushing.
"So, what did you do to correct him if he was still being so naughty?" Sally asked, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.
"Nothing... nothing much. I guess I scolded him a lot." She glanced at her daughter-in-law looking for support, then settled for the comfort that another large gulp of wine might offer. It was very nice - dry and fruity. She swallowed it gratefully.
"Scolded?" Sally echoed scornfully. She laughed, making Jeanine feel even more inadequate than she had already begun to feel. "What awful things was he doing to deserve that?"
Jeanine shook her head. "No... I told you... He wasn't so bad." She drank some more of her wine. "He was always sweet. He was never in trouble at school or anything like that." She reflected, as she had at the time, that it was a good thing that she taught at a different school. No telling how he would have behaved if she had been around him. She was beginning to feel the wine muddling her thoughts a little.
"Well, then, what did you have to scold him for?" Sally's tone was becoming more derisive. Jeanine hardly noticed how authoritatively Sally was behaving. It seemed totally appropriate. Maybe that was because she was a little older, better educated. Jeanine had always felt inferior to her, ever since they first met when their kids got engaged.
She blushed scarlet. "He used to... he was very naughty sometimes."
"Mrs. Jamison," Sally responded sternly, choosing to address her formally, "you know this is serious. Susie wouldn't have asked us here if she weren't seriously worried about her marriage. I think you owe it to us to disclose the details of Johnny's naughtiness." She pronounced the word with the utmost disdain.
Jeanine took another fortifying draught of wine, emptying her glass again. Still blushing to the dark roots of her blond hair, she tried to be calm and hoped she could trust the two women with her sordid little secrets. "I caught him looking through my things..." She looked up into Sally's eyes inquiringly, searching for understanding.
"What things?" Sally wasn't going to let Jeanine off easy. "Intimate things?"
"Yes... He wouldn't stop playing with my underwear and stuff..." She couldn't meet Ms. Houghton's eyes, but she watched the wine re-filling her glass. "Thank you," she added feebly, grasping the stem of the glass and drinking deeply.
"And stuff?" Sally's voice clearly conveyed a tired patience threatening to wear out. "Really, Jeanine, you're going to have to be more specific."
Jeanine sighed. The wine was warming her insides, calming her. "He found my dildo." She kept her eyes down. The wine is such a pretty red color, she thought, staring into her glass before drinking more.
"Well," said Sally decisively, "that is certainly inappropriate!" For the first time in a while she actually sounded supportive. "I would have spanked him for that - I don't care how big he was!"
Jeanine gasped. "Oh, but I couldn't!" she cried. "You don't understand...." She looked up at Sally imploringly. "He liked it too much."
"What? What did he like so much?"
"Getting spanked, I mean..." Jeanine explained.
"He liked getting spanked?" Sally asked. "How do you know?" She was beginning to see a possible solution to her daughter's problems, one that would be quite enjoyable to implement.
"I could tell..." Jeanine's blush was now spreading down her neck and beginning to color her ample cleavage. "He would deliberately provoke me. And then he would give me this look... He would look at me like 'What are you going to do about it?' and then he'd make a face at me." She drained her glass again, gulping noisily and smiled gratefully when Sally opened a second bottle.
"He 'made faces' at you?" Sally deliberately sounded confused. She poured another glassful of wine
"He wanted me to get mad!" Jeanine insisted, picking up the glass and sipping.
"But why? Why would he want you to be angry with him?"
Jeanine was beginning to wonder if she was expressing herself clearly enough. The wine was affecting her, but she had always been able to hold her liquor - she had never been a 'cheap date.' And, at work, she'd always been known for her communication skills. She decided to slow down and focus her inebriated mind. "I said," speaking slowly with exaggerated precision, "that he wanted me to spank him. That's why he went out of his way to provoke me. That's why he let me catch him doing those things."
"Yes, yes," Sally almost interrupted, "but why did he want you to spank him? Why did he like it so much?"
"I don't know!" Jeanine sighed heavily. "That's why I had to stop spanking him." She took another drink from her wineglass.
"So, you're telling me you couldn't come up with another form of punishment? Like maybe one he *didn't* like?" Sally asked, incredulously.
"I... No, well, I... It just upset me too much." Tears came to her eyes. "You have no idea what it was like, raising a boy like Johnny. All on my own." She was becoming maudlin now. "He knew. He was teasing me. All the time."
"What did he know, Jeanine?" Sally asked in a sympathetic tone.
Jeanine sobbed once and then seemed to collect herself. "He knew how much it upset me."
"Jeanine, you should have put a stop to it," Sally said.
"How could I? If I scolded him he'd say 'Why don't you spank me, then, Mom?' What was I supposed to do?" She looked at Sally imploringly.
"Well, I know what I would have done," Sally answered decisively. "I'd have spanked him good and hard with a paddle. And I'd make damn sure it hurt!" She nodded toward her daughter. "I have half a mind to do it now! It's what he needs." She grinned. "That and a month of chastity. If a boy won't stop masturbating, it's the only thing to do. Lock it up!" She turned to Susie. "I think that's what's wrong, you know. I bet he masturbates all the time; nothing left for you, dear."
Jeanine looked shocked. "Would you really..." she could hardly grasp the idea.
"Of course, you silly cow," retorted Sally. "It wouldn't be necessary if you had done your job in the first place!"
Jeanine didn't know how to react to such an angry tone. It was so intimidating. "But I told you, I couldn't spank him. That's what he wanted."
"No, Jeanine, that's not the reason, is it?" Sally sounded like a DA cross-examining a hostile witness. "No, you liked it too, didn't you? Admit it."
Jeanine just stared at Sally. All the color drained from her face. She knew it was true, though she'd tried to suppress it for so many years. Was she that transparent? How could Sally know this thing that Jeanine had kept buried, hidden even from herself?
Sally stepped up her verbal assault. "This whole thing is entirely your fault!' she accused. "My daughter's marriage is in shambles. It's a travesty!" She knew well how to employ hyperbole. "And you're to blame!" She shook her head. "All because you're too weak and too much of a prude to put a little boy in his place!" It's pathetic!" Her striking green eyes glowered with smoldering ire.
Jeanine was speechless. She cowered before her son's haughty mother-in-law. She hung her head and she seemed to shrink into herself, practically fetal in her self-protective posture. "Nooooo," she moaned softly.
"Oh, yes!" Sally lambasted, unrelenting, "How could you ruin such a lovely young man that way? You, stupid, worthless cunt!" She rose to her feet, looming over her victim.
Jeanine gasped and clutched herself as if she expected physical blows to descend upon her. Even Susie was surprised, and she knew how domineering her mother could be.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" Jeanine whimpered, repeating it like a propitiative mantra. She looked up at Sally imploringly. "What can I do? I didn't realize... What can I do? How can I..."
"Well, don't you think you'd better have a talk with your son?" Her eyes, piercing in intensity, seemed to bore into Jeanine's soul. "That'd be a start. You'd better get a hold of yourself. What are you, a slut? Some kind of repressed nympho? My God, woman, get a grip!" She snorted derisively. "And straighten that boy out! Because, if you don't do it, I will, damn it!. I'll teach Susie. I know a thing or two about correcting male behavior, believe me!"
Jeanine was in awe. How she envied Sally's forcefulness! 'If only I were strong like that,' she thought, 'We wouldn't be in this mess. She's right, I really am pathetic.'
Sally sat down next to Jeanine and took her hand. "Look, sweetheart, I realize you've got problems. I'm sure you did the best you could, being by nature a needy slut. You obviously thought avoiding the problem was the best course. But I can tell you, it wasn't. It never is. And now you're going to have to face your demons and straighten things out with Johnny. Can you do that? Will you try, Jeanine? It would do so much for Susie's marriage." She gave Jeanine's hand an encouraging squeeze. "And it would mean a lot to me, too," she added softly, with a sympathetic smile.
Poor Jeanine was at sea in a tumult of confusion, doubt, shame, and guilt. Being half drunk didn't help, either. Nor did her growing attraction to Sally. 'What's wrong with me?' she asked herself. She had always fallen for guys who pushed her around, and now Sally was having the same effect. She knew she would have to try to appease her.
"I'll try... I'll talk to him. I'll tell him that he has to grow up and quit acting like a brat," Jeanine said, trying to sound decisive.
"And you'll spank him." Sally stated firmly.
"Spank him?"
"Of course, dear," Sally said soothingly. "How else can you put that chapter behind you. Until you both face up to your feelings about each other, perverted as they may be, you will both be stuck in the past. It's time to move forward, don't you agree?" she cajoled.
"Uh, yeah, sure... but I don't know if I..."
"Sure you can, dear." Sally patted Jeanine on the hand she'd been holding and got up. "Tell you what. Johnny should be..." She turned to Susie. "What time does he get home?"
Susie answered, "Around six."
"Well, it's a quarter of now," Sally continued. "We'll just leave you to it. Susie and I will go out and pick up some dinner for all four of us. Do you like Chinese?"
"Yes, but Johnny..."
"... only likes American food. I forgot," Sally said, stifling the urge to add, 'stupid brat.' "We'll plan on being back at seven and then we'll all have dinner. That will give you a whole hour with Johnny."
"Uh, okay," said Jeanine. "I'll do my best."
"Yes, good luck," Sally said. She and Susie went out the front door and drove off, leaving Jeanine alone.
Jeanine was confused. She went over in her mind what Sally had said, hoping that she'd understood her correctly. She was supposed to talk to Johnny about... About what exactly? 'Facing his feelings'? Or was that *my* feelings, she wondered. Her alcohol-muddled thoughts were far from clear. But she really didn't want to let Sally down. 'Well I know I'm supposed to spank him,' she remembered, 'but what for? Something about being a brat and not acting like a grownup. But what does that actually mean?' she pondered. The prospect of provoking Sally's anger was daunting, despite her inebriation.
Johnny arrived at 6:00 on the dot. He was proud of his ability to predict the rush-hour traffic and time his commute perfectly. The fact that it was only a 10-mile, 15-minute commute only proved how astute he had been in selecting a home. Once he had accepted that great job offer after earning his master's degree, he had made up his mind. The fact that Susie wasn't thrilled - her commute was twice as long - just wasn't a factor for him.
Seeing his mother's car in the driveway was a surprise. He wondered why she had come, since her visits were not very frequent. He parked and let himself in. "Mom?" he called out.
"I'm in here," Jeanine called back from the living room.
"HI, Mom, how are you doing?" said Johnny, entering from the hall. "I didn't know you were coming." He smiled politely at his mother; he didn't see much of her these days, and still harbored some of the ambivalence that most sons grow out of as their teenage years recede. He noted that she was a little flushed and her eyes looked a bit bleary. He gazed down to her bosom. She was wearing a blouse that buttoned up the front, open at the top to reveal the soft, deep cleavage he loved to admire. 'Still hot at 45,' he thought. He'd always been proud of his mother's good looks. "Is everything okay?"
"Well, no, not exactly..." Jeanine answered, trying to summon the will to admonish her only child. There he stood, looking so grown up in his business clothes, such a good looking young man! Her heart faltered, but then she thought of Sally and drew herself together. "I'm here to try to straighten out your marriage," she started to explain.
"What are you talking about?" Johnny interjected, sounding angry already and not a little petulant. "Did Susie call you?"
"No, dear," Jeanine said, trying not to slip into appeasement mode, but nonetheless sounding less sure of herself. "Sally asked me to come over and talk with her and Susie."
"Oh, then it's Sally!" said Johnny, "That figures!" His anger was tinged with a soupçon of fear. His mother-in-law intimidated him and he could tell she didn't think he was good enough for her precious Susie. "What the fuck is wrong with that meddling bitch?!"
"Johnny!" his mother admonished, with all the indignation she could muster. "How dare you use that kind of language!" She pouted at him. "And with your own mother, too!" Jeanine had no idea how cute she looked when she pouted. "Now, you see, this is exactly the kind of attitude Susie complained about," she continued, improvising.
Johnny was taken aback at his mother's reprimanding tone, so reminiscent of his childhood, when he loved his mommy more than anything in the world. And he was smitten by her adorable little pout and the way her soft breasts shook in indignation. He said, "Oh, Mom, I didn't mean to yell at you, I'm sorry. But Sally's got it in for me. There's nothing wrong with my marriage. She just doesn't like me." He was starting to whine.
"Well, I don't know about that, but I do know you." She looked up at her darling boy; it pained her to say what she said next. "I know what a brat you can be and how far you will go to get your own way." She looked at him with sympathetic love. "That's not how a healthy marriage works, you know" she added. But who was she to say anything about healthy marriages? she wondered; her marriage had failed despite her giving Johnny's father everything he wanted. 'Never mind that,' she scolded herself, knowing that in her state, she could easily fall prey to self-pity. She had to refocus on Johnny's future, not her past.
"But, Mom," Johnny whined like 12-year-old, "You don't know anything about Susie and me." He meant their marriage, of course. After all, what does anyone know about the inner workings of a couple's life? Jeanine didn't even know that Johnny chose Susie because of how much she looked like his mother, petite, with big breasts and thick, luxurious hair. You'd almost think Susie was Jeanine's daughter; Sally had a completely different build, taller and rangier, long in the legs and in the waist.
But Jeanine had a mother's intuition and she'd heard Susie's complaints - well, she'd heard them from Sally. She had a job to do, she remembered, thinking of Sally. "You stop your whining, Johnny, it won't do you any good. I've already made up my mind. You need a spanking!" In her attempt to sound resolute, she became agitated and a flushed, making her look more vulnerable than stern.
"A spanking?" Johnny echoed, incredulous. "You're going to give me a spanking?" He stared at the adorable little lady he called 'Mom' and felt all the desires of his youth again, only magnified now by his physical maturity and sexual experience. It almost frightened him how aroused he had become.
"Yes, dear," Jeanine replied, trying to remain calm and reasoned, despite her growing excitement. "It's something I should have done years ago when you were so naughty. I shirked my responsibility then and it has spoiled you." She congratulated herself on the way she was expressing herself. She sounded so rational and wisely maternal. In some small part of her mind she was aware of her prurient motives, but she was determined to ignore it.
"You really want to?" Johnny asked breathlessly. His heart was pounding. All the blood seemed to be pulsing in his cock.
"Yes, dear," she said, maintaining a very thin veneer of control, "It's the only way to save your marriage. Now, pull down your pants and get over my knee," she instructed primly, ignoring the swelling flood of anything but primness that threatened to overwhelm her.
His marriage was the last thing on Johnny's mind. Oh, to be naked for his mommy! To receive the comfort of her sharp little smacks on his bare bottom and feel his hard cock swell for her! These were the only things on his mind. He instantly regressed, becoming the compliant little boy he had tried to be, longed to be, for her. "Yes, Mommy," he said meekly.
He stood before her, undid his pants and pulled them down, underwear and all, pulling his hidden erection down too until it sprang up into view big and bouncing in her sight. She gasped. "Oh, it's so big!" she whispered audibly.
"Yes, Mommy, I'm a big boy now, see?" He trundled up close to her, his pants around his ankles. "Want to feel it?"
Jeanine silently reached out and grasped the long shaft in her hand. It was so warm to the touch, so soft and yet so rigidly unyielding. She let her hand slide down into his pubes and then up to the knob, exploring the length of it. A perfect clear bead appeared at the tip. She adjusted her grip, giving a gentle squeeze. The bead grew. It was mirror-clear and beginning to elongate. Soon it would stretch and begin to fall, she knew. She was mesmerized. The bead had become a teardrop now and was precariously drooping downward. Without thinking, Jeanine leaned forward and let the tip of her tongue pluck the shiny drop from the brink and bring it to her lips. "Mmmm," she murmured, as its silky texture set her tingling.
Johnny couldn't contain himself. He just exploded; his cock erupted, sending huge showers of hot thick cum up, up in the air, raining down on his mother's hair, her forehead, her nose and cheeks, and finally, the last spurts landed on her neck and shoulders, some of it running down the crevice between her large breasts. "Unnghhh, unnghhhh," he groaned, his whole body quaking. "Oh, Mommy!"
Jeanine gasped, flinching as the hot spunk splattered her face. She marveled at the sheer quantity of the stuff, now in her hair and on her blouse, as well as dripping down her nose and cheeks where she tried to capture some with her tongue and channel it into her mouth.
"Oh! Johnny! Look what you've done! I'm a mess!" she cried, not without a little admiration.Sally drove Susie to the restaurant. "I know the boy is cute, but why ever did you want to marry him?" Sally asked as she drove.
"Oh, Mom, we've been over this. He was smart, good looking, and a lot of fun in college. And he got that great job in statistical modeling. He's got a great future. How did I know he was going to be such an asshole? He was a lot more interested in... in me, physically, back then..." Susie said.
"Well, no wonder!" Sally retorted. "You've got tits like his mom's. That's all he saw in you."
Susie was silent for a moment. Maybe she has a point, she thought. It would explain a lot. "Well, we'll know pretty soon if your theory is correct."
Susie had used her expertise as a network security consultant to set up 3 hidden webcams in the living room. "You can do that?" her mother had asked. "And can you record it?"
"Easy-peasy," Susie had replied, although at the time she thought her mother was crazy to think there'd be anything to 'catch them' at, as Sally seemed to believe. Now she wasn't so sure. She was astounded to hear Jeanine's story of the naughty little boy who was now her husband. There was definitely something rotten in the Denmark of that relationship.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Susie took out her phone and logged into her home network and activated the recording app on her laptop at home. Then she opened the camera views and saw that Johnny had arrived and the mother and son were talking. She turned up the audio just in time to hear Johnny call Sally a "meddling bitch." Susie laughed out loud, but Sally just muttered, "You don't know the half of it, sonny." They watched and listened as the incriminating scene unfolded, Sally's self-righteous delight growing with every passing moment and Susie becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the invasion of privacy she had engineered, until Johnny exposed himself to his mom; then the guilt quickly changed to outrage.
"What the fuck!" Susie exclaimed, almost yelling in her mother's ear. Sally grinned and said, "What did I tell you?" when Jeanine took her son's cock in hand and licked it.
"You don't have to sound so happy about it," Susie replied petulantly.
"Look!" Sally shouted, as Johnny came all over his mother. "Oh! My! God!" they said in unison. They watched and listened in rapt fascination as Johnny helped Jeanine take off her cum-spattered blouse.
"Could you get me a damp paper towel? I think I can just wipe this off - should be okay." Then she giggled. "Better bring a few extra dry towels too. I'm covered in it!"
"Sorry, Mommy, I couldn't help it," Johnny tried to explain as he pulled up his pants.
"Never mind that, now dear. Just help me clean up."
"Yes, Mommy," he answered. It looked like it was difficult for him to tear himself away from the sight of Jeanine's big boobs in their big mommy--bra. Clutching his pants with one hand, he shuffled off to retrieve the paper towels.
He returned quickly and then clumsily tried to help his mom wipe up the cum, focusing from the neck down, leaving it to Jeanine to tackle her face and hair. He managed to feel her breasts and brush against her sensitive nipples, stimulating her further.
"Johnny! What are you doing!" she said in a tone that no one, least of all Susie and Sally, believed was genuine.
"You have such nice boobies. Can I see them? Please?" It revolted Susie a little bit to hear him talk like that. Like a child. Sally wasn't at all surprised.
"You always did like my boobies, didn't you?" Jeanine said softly. She lifted one, then the other, out of their cloth confinement. They flounced out and down, jiggling and bouncing a little.
"Oh, Mommy!" Johnny sighed with delight as he buried his face between her massive mammaries. Soon he was sucking on her engorged nipples, as Sally and Susie watched on the phone screen. He sucked one and then the other, alternating between left and right to maximize his mother's arousal. He had dropped his pants again and, in one of the cameras, the women watching could see he was hugely erect once again.
Jeanine was writhing in arousal, saying, "Stop, Johnny. Oh, please don't," and similar phrases in tones no one took seriously. The audience of two could clearly see that her hands were busy, her left in Johnny's hair and her right in her crotch. They watched in fascination as Johnny nursed and Jeanine masturbated, rubbing vigorously on her panty-clad pussy. Her other hand was traveling down Johnny's back toward his naked ass. As she spread her legs, Jeanine was scooching her ass forward until it reached the edge of the couch. Then, in one deft motion, she yanked her panties aside and pulled Johnny in so that his dripping cock kissed and then slipped up and off her sopping cunt-lips.
Sally watched triumphantly and Susie was aghast when, seemingly in perfect choreography, the mother and son brought their organs together again. This time, the long, thick shaft disappeared from view, swallowed whole by the florid, gaping maternal maw.
Johnny fucked his mother with deep, forceful strokes, his passion building every time their groins collided, with the slap and squish of flesh on flesh. Jeanine clutched at his shoulders, moaning in abandon as all her repressed desires began to boil. They shifted, again moving in perfect harmony, so that Jeanine was on her back with Johnny on top of her, between her legs, pounding her pussy like a piston.
Susie couldn't understand it. 'He never fucks me like that,' she thought, 'Not with that much enthusiasm.' She felt ill. She glanced at her mother who appeared to be enjoying her vindication. "What did I tell you!" she said triumphantly. Susie sat stony-faced, not sure whom she was more angry with, her husband or her mother. Or *his* mother! She never did like Jeanine much, but this was unbelievable. Un-Be-Fucking-Lievable!!!
A glance at her daughter told Sally that Susie was losing it. She said, "We'd better get dinner and head back, don't you think?" Susie didn't reply, so Sally said, "I'll call it in." She got out her phone and asked for an order of Almond Chicken, which was Susie's favorite, and Mongolian Beef, which she liked. Two orders is more than enough for three women, she decided, and Johnny didn't eat Chinese.
Susie was still watching the action on her phone with daggers in her eyes.
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When Susie and Sally returned, they found Johnny and Jeanine sitting in the living room, their silence the only hint that anything untoward had occurred. Susie took the food into the kitchen and began to set the table, too angry and disgusted to face the incestuous couple yet.
She went over in her mind the plan her mother had devised on their drive back. It was a simple outline and it should work, she thought, as long as they were on the same page. As she prepared herself she found that her angry resolve was becoming tempered with an eager anticipation. The thought of punishing her husband, really inflicting pain, was beginning to excite her.
"Well, Jeanine, how did it go?" Sally asked, completely ignoring her son-in-law. "Did you spank him?"
Johnny stared straight ahead, his face a blank as his mother tried to respond calmly.
"No," she said slowly, shaking her head. "No, it didn't work out. I wanted to, but..." her voice trailed off. She tried desperately to come up with a rational explanation, a scenario that would exonerate her somehow. She did not look at Sally. She could feel her son's semen leaking into her panties out of her still tingling pussy. Amidst the shame and fear she felt about what they had done, there was a small corner of her mind that wanted to declare it proudly.
"It didn't work out?" Sally snorted. Her sarcasm was menacing. Her eyes glowered threateningly. "Oh, I think it 'worked out' just the way you wanted." The edge in her voice forced Jeanine to look at her. "Didn't it, you fucking slut!" she concluded, her voice rising dangerously, so that Susie came to the door to watch.
Jeanine was stunned, but Johnny reacted; looking startled, he jumped to his feet, inches from his equally tall mother-in-law. "Hey! " he shouted. "Don't talk to my mother like that!"
Sally shoved him hard, so that he fell right back into his chair with an even more surprised look on his face. "Shut up, motherfucker!" she growled He started to stand up again, his face turning red with rage, but Sally slapped his face with her open palm, so hard that his head spun, knocking him off balance and back into his chair again awkwardly. Now he too was stunned.
"Listen, you fucking perverts. We saw what you did. We watched your little demonstration. And you're going to suffer for it, I swear.!" She turned and nodded to Susie.
Susie already had her phone out and was turning on the video playback. They all turned toward the TV screen as Jeanine's words, "You need a spanking," rang out clearly. And they watched as the scene unfolded. "Oh my god!" mother and son exclaimed in unison. Johnny buried his face in his hands, but Jeanine watched, mesmerized by the sheer audacity of it.
The reality of their incestuous act was simultaneously thrilling and horrific to both of them. It had really happened. They had actually done this thing. There it was on the screen! This wasn't some random Pornhub video. And the fact that Susie and Sally knew was the worst realization of all. Johnny and Jeanine could have handled it, they could have pretended it had never happened and shoved the memory of it down deep to be retrieved only in secret masturbatory reverie. But *they* knew!No one said a word as the four of them watched Johnny's cum spatter all over his mother. They sat mesmerized through the obscene comedy of the clean up. But when Jeanine saw herself offering her naked breasts to her son, panic overcame her. Coming to her senses, she knew what came next: the ultimate taboo.
"Stop it!" she cried out suddenly, rising to her feet frantically. "Turn it off! Turn it off!" She lurched toward the TV, but Sally grabbed her arm, spinning her around so that she fell on her ass. "Nooo... Please stop it," she cried again, beginning to sob not just from shame but also from frustration, helpless to prevent her further degradation.
Johnny just stared at the TV, stony-faced, hardly blinking. His mind was spinning, calculating, desperately seeking a way out; surely there was some way to explain this... "It's not what it looks like," or "That wasn't me," or, something;...drugs? alcohol?... He was shriveling up inside, closing down all emotion, all feeling; how will I survive this? he wondered numbly.
Neither of the lovers was watching any longer when their consummate act of congress unfolded on screen. They tried to close their ears to the sounds of passion, the grunts, the moans. Sally watched with grim satisfaction as she plotted her maneuvers, while Susie absorbed the scene with a growing rage that she managed to channel into a thirst for revenge. Not just revenge, but a determination to destroy the arrogant son of a bitch she had married. Whether their marriage would survive remained to be seen, but, if so, it would be complete transformed.
The video ended. Sally stood up and said, "Well, wasn't that interesting? Who's ready for dinner?" quite as if they'd been watching a documentary. "I'm hungry." She walked toward the kitchen. When nobody moved, she lowered her voice menacingly and said, "Get in the kitchen. Now!"
The two miscreants got up and followed her silently. Susie was already there, microwaving the tepid servings. They sat at the table and Susie brought the food to each of them and sat down.
"I don't like Chine..." Johnny began.
"Shut up!" Sally snapped. "You'll eat this or you won't eat anything at all."
"Hey!" Johnny sputtered angrily, "This is my house and..."
Sally interrupted him again. "Not for long if you don't toe the line, sonny. What do you think will happen in divorce court when your video is shown as evidence?"
That shut him up. But he didn't touch his food. Jeanine was just kind of moving her food around the plate idly with her fork. Sally dug in energetically as if to show them how to do it; it tasted pretty good for takeout. And Susie began eating quite happily, having seen how her mother handled Johnny. 'I wish I could do that,' she thought, in wonder.
Finally, Jeanine spoke up. "What are you going to do to us?" she asked timidly.
Susie decided it was time to assert herself. "We're going to punish you, of course," she said simply. It felt good to talk like this; she felt empowered, although she was relying on her mother's lead.
Johnny stared at her in surprise; was there a hint of fear, or was it just newfound admiration? Meanwhile, Jeanine glanced anxiously at Sally, who made a show of chowing down nonchalantly.
"Johnny!" Susie said harshly. "You'd better eat your supper or you'll be going to bed hungry. You're not going to get anything else."
Johnny looked at his wife sullenly, stifling his seething anger in light of the deep disgrace he had finally admitted he could not escape. It was so humiliating!
He picked up his fork and skewered a slim slice of beef. He was surprised that he actually liked the taste. He chewed it warily and then took another forkful. He ate the rest without comment. Susie watched him. So stubborn, she thought, like a bratty teenager.
Sally had finished eating and was watching Jeanine like a cat watches a canary. Her predatory look was not lost on Susie, whose newfound appreciation of her mother's dominance had become a source of inspiration. Jeanine was still playing with her food, occasionally spearing a vegetable and chewing it half-heartedly.
Sally broke the silence. "You don't have to eat if you don't want to, Jeanine. Really you don't. I don't have time to for you to fool around. We have business, you and I." She stood up. "Now come along."
Jeanine put down her fork and got up. "Where are you taking me?" she asked docilely. She was fully resigned to the fact that Sally and Susie held all the cards and she was prepared to do anything she had to do to keep her shame a secret, with no doubt that Sally wouldn't hesitate to ruin her life if she felt like it.
"Nowhere yet. Come here," said Sally, standing in the kitchen doorway. Jeanine took the few steps and stood in front of Sally with her back to the table where their kids were watching, Susie eager and Johnny still sullen.
"I'm going to punish you," Sally announced, "starting with a beating." Jeanine blanched but held her tongue. "Do you know why, slut?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jeanine whispered.
"Tell me, then." Sally had been looking forward to degrading the sexy MILF in front of her son.
Jeanine began to sweat. She tried to think quickly. "For my failure as a mother," she finally said in a tiny voice.
"You'll have to speak up, bitch. Say it again."
"For my failure a a mother," Jeanine repeated in a louder but quavering voice.
Susie grinned; Johnny remained expressionless.
"Yes, you are a failure," Sally allowed, speaking slowly and patiently, "but surely that doesn't warrant a beating. You do deserve to be punished, don't you?"
Jeanine felt cornered. Knowing there was no escaping Sally's clutches, she answered, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I deserve to be punished," she said, looking Sally in the eye for the first time, almost defiant.
"I liked it when you called me ma'am. Say it again, this time with respect!" Sally commanded sharply.
"Yes, ma'am, I deserve to be punished, ma'am," Jeanine said, her eyes downcast again and brimming with tears.
"What for? What have you done?" Sally said, taunting her.
"I..." she stalled, trying to find words she dared to speak that would satisfy her tormentor. "I've been..." She was going to say "naughty", but she remembered how Sally had derided that word. "I've behaved in a lewd and lascivious manner," she managed to come up with, a phrase from the police procedurals she sometimes watched.
Sally laughed. It wasn't a pleasant laugh. She shook her head as if she were tired of this game. "Give me your panties," she said sternly, holding out her hand.
"What?" Jeanine said, looking stunned.
"You heard me, slut. Take your panties off and hand them to me. I want to see them."
Susie and Johnny watched silently as this drama unfolded, but with markedly different reactions.
Jeanine shamefully complied, reaching under her skirt, pulling them down and stepping out of them. She put the skimpy bundle in Sally's hand.
Sally made a brief show of examining the slimy gusset. "Whose cum is this?" she asked, holding the panties up to Jeanine's face.
"It's Johnny's, ma'am," she said quietly, slightly repulsed by the smell. Then, with an edge of anger, she added, "You know it is."
Sally slapped her face. Johnny flinched almost as much as his mother did.
"Don't you sass me, you fucking whore!" Sally said with palpable vehemence. "Now, say it plainly, for all of us to hear," she instructed, "Why do you deserve to be punished?"
Jeanine sobbed. "Because I fucked my son. Because I fucked him... Johnny. I committed incest with my little boy!" She started weeping. Johnny was aghast, but he made no move; Susie was grinning with vicarious glee and with growing admiration of her mother's masterful performance.
"There, see? Was that so hard?" Sally said pedantically. "Now we can move on. I'm going to help you." She brandished the soggy panties again. "Now who does Johnny's cum rightfully belong to?" she asked Jeanine with exaggerated patience.
A moment of confusion clouded Jeanine's tear-stained face. "Susie?"
"So, you admit that you're a cum thief. Take them," she said, handing the soiled panties to Jeanine, "Give them to Susie and beg her for forgiveness."
Jeanine, with her panties in hand, turned and carried them to where Susie sat smirking imperiously. She held out her hand, offering her panties to her daughter-in-law. She had no idea what Sally wanted her to say, but she was determined to satisfy her by any means necessary. "I'm sorry, Susie. This belong to you."
Susie saw her mother roll her eyes at that feeble effort. Taking it as a cue, she sat up taller and said with the utmost disdain, "You're sorry?!" She ignored the proffered panties. "What the fuck, Jeanine!" She shook her head, her contempt clear as day. "You ought to be on your knees, you fucking whore! Don't tell me you're 'sorry'; you disgust me!"
"Susie..." Johnny interjected cautiously, wanting to somehow intercede for his mom. But Susie turned with such a viscous glare that he faltered.
"Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!" She said the word slowly with emphasis to make the meaning literal. "You know what? Go away. Upstairs. Go to your room and wait for me." He got up, looking frightened. She glared at him until he was out of the room. They could hear him mounting the stairs.
Jeanine was on her knees now beside Susie's chair. She looked small and vulnerable despite her ample, womanly figure. Her face looked older somehow, ravaged with guilt and blotched makeup. She was still clutching the panties. Now she lifted them up to Susie like a kind of atonement.
"I'm not going to touch your disgusting panties!" Susie growled at her cowering mother-in-law. "Drop them! On the floor." She kicked them across the floor towards the trash can. "They're going in the trash where they belong."
Sally laughed. "Is that where you belong too, Jeanine?" She stepped over to where Jeanine knelt. In a deadly serious tone, she said, "Are you trash?"
Jeanine sobbed again. She did feel worthless and disgusting. How could anyone see her any other way if they knew what she had done? And yet, in some perverse corner of her mind, there was still a defiant streak, almost proud of what she had done. There remained a physical memory, an imprint in her pussy of Johnny's girth and the pulsing cum he had gifted her. Surely it wasn't as depraved as everyone seemed to think. All she needed was an excuse. "It wasn't my fault," she said shakily.
"What?!" Sally shouted, deliberately overreacting; she was prepared for Jeanine's prevarication. "Someone else made you spread your legs and fuck your own son?"
"It was the wine... I was drunk," Jeanine said, trying to hold on to her defiance in the face of Sally's unyielding assault.
Sally snorted. "You were perfectly coherent. Want to watch it again?"
"No, ma'am." Jeanine's defiance was spent.
"Well, maybe you're not actually trash, Jeanine, but you're certainly not a mother, are you?" she asked rhetorically. "I mean, who has sex with their own offspring? Not human mothers." She paused to let that sink in. "That's what animals do, isn't it, Jeanine? Are you an animal?"
"No, ma'am."
"You behave like an animal. Maybe you need to be treated like one!" Sally gripped the opening of Jeanine's blouse with both hands and ripped it open; the buttons went flying. "Animals don't wear clothes, Jeanine. Stand up!"
Jeanine lumbered to her feet, her large bra-encased breasts swaying lewdly between the open flaps of her ruined blouse. Sally reached around her and yanked the blouse off and tossed it toward where the panties lay. "Take off your bra," she commanded while tugging her victim's skirt down over her soft, white thighs. Jeanine reached behind her back with both hands to unclasp her bra, effectively thrusting her breasts in Sally's face.
Sally was already in an aroused state from the sadistic pleasure of controlling and abusing the woman. As she stooped to pull Jeanine's skirt down over her knees to her ankles, her nose was only inches from the cleft between those huge, swaying udders that had suddenly tumbled free. She could smell them; Jeanine's recent exertion of fucking had left its sweaty smell, arousing her and exciting her with the prospect of torturing them.
Jeanine had acquiesced completely and was now meekly complying with the taller woman's every demand. But as she was being stripped, as her naked body was being revealed to the eyes of her oppressor, her numb obedience began to evolve. She found each act of submission easier than the last, easier because there was a perverse and palpable pleasure in it. Added of that was her suspicion that Sally was sexually attracted to her. She deliberately thrust her big boobies at her to test that hypothesis. If she could arouse Sally sexually, she reasoned, that might level the playing field and return some control.
Sally straighten up, tossed the skirt on the discard pile, and slapped Jeanine's left breast hard making a resounding "smack!" Jeanine flinched in pain and looked up into Sally's face questioningly.
"Don't tease me, you fucking cow!" Sally growled, and slapped her other boob even harder, leaving a red handprint on the snowy flesh and raising the nipples long and hard.
Jeanine gasped, more from arousal than pain, recognizing her miscalculation. Sally had a sadistic streak; arousing her was only going to make her more cruel. But it didn't matter to her now; she wanted the abuse; she needed more.
"Go get my bag out of the back of my car," she commanded the naked woman.
"But I..." Jeanine started to protest, but Sally cut her short.
"But nothing. Do as I say or you'll regret it. No one's out there to see you, and if there was, what would they see? Some old naked whore. Nobody cares. It's getting dark anyway." She opened the hatchback remotely.
Jeanine straightened her back and went, obediently, returning in a moment with a long duffle bag. Sally led her into the living room. Susie followed.
"Did you close the hatch?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good girl," Sally said. Jeanine colored slightly at the unexpected praise. Sally knew that praise was just as effective as punishment to achieve her goals.
"Now, open the bag," Sally instructed, is if speaking to a simpleton or a very young child. "Now, take out a towel and put it over the ottoman." Jeanine pulled out a white full-sized bath towel, one of a pair, under which lay an assortment of items. She carefully laid the towel over the rectangular padded footstool, bending over it to straighten the towel smooth. Sally ogled the fat folds of her labia as they peeked out between her thick thighs.
Jeanine stood up and turned toward Sally. "Perfect," Sally said. "Now, lie down over it, on your stomach."
The momentary pleasure Jeanine had felt at completing her task to Sally's approval evaporated, leaving the underlying submissive arousal with an overlay now of anxious suspense. She knew she had to comply. She wanted to. She knew her ass would be exposed and vulnerable. She knelt and draped her naked body over the towel-covered upholstery with her head down over the far end.
Meanwhile, Susie had joined Sally to unpack some of the bag's contents. Sally put a few things on the end table: a collar and leash, a pair of handcuffs, a cock cage. She took out a cane, long, thin, and flexible, and handed it to Susie "This one's for you. I'm going to use this," she said, picking up a leather riding crop.
"Thanks, Mom," Susie said warmly, enjoying a conspiratorial closeness with her usually emotionally detached parent. She swung the cane through the air to hear its whistling whoosh.
Her mom smiled. "You wanna stay and watch? Johnny can wait a few more minutes."
"Sure!" Susie replied eagerly.
"Okay," said Sally as she went around to Jeanine's head, squatted down, and lifted her head by its curls, so that they were eye-to-eye. "I'm going to spank you now, understand?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good girl. Your behavior is improving, but you were disrespectful to me and that can't be overlooked. After that, you will still have to be punished for committing incest, for fucking your son. Is that understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
Susie was fascinated and eager to learn from mother's masterful domination of her mother-in-law.
"Now, I'm going to demonstrate the proper way to administer a spanking, the way you should have spanked your naughty boy." Sally stood up and placed herself to the side of the ottoman so that her right hand could bring the crop down with force on the plump, dimpled ass. "I'm only going to give you ten this time, Jeanine, but you have to count them."
Sally spanked Jeanine's broad ass with a steady, deliberate rhythm, alternating between the two soft, white globes with crisp, stinging blows, turning them to a fiery red. After each hard smack, Jeanine gave the count bravely, holding back her tears until she cried, "Ten," and began the sob quietly.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Sally spoke soothingly. She helped Jeanine down off the ottoman into a kneeling position. "Now what do you say?"
Jeanine felt a hand softly wiping a tear from her cheek, stroking it and gently lifting her chin. She looked up at Sally, so tall and imposing, smiling down on her so kindly.
"Thank you, ma'am," she said. It was not only what etiquette demands, thought Jeanine, but it also expressed what she really felt.
"You're welcome, Jeanine," Sally responded, pleased. "Do you see how simple it would have been to train Johnny up properly?"
Jeanine was moved, filled with remorse. Not only had she failed to train him, but she had compounded her error with incest. She hung her head. "Yes, ma'am," she said humbly. "Thank you." She looked up again, admiringly. What an amazing woman she is, Jeanine wondered, so smart, so confident!
"You want to be a good girl, don't you, Jeanine?" Sally said, softly petting the pretty blond curls. "I know you do. And I'm going to help you. You want me to help you be good, don 't you?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, ma'am." Jeanine said with gratitude despite her wariness, the heightened edge of fear she felt. Or was it actually because of the titillation that fear caused, arousing her to a more submissive state?
"Good. We're going to have to address your nasty urges now. I want you on the ottoman again. This time on your back."
Jeanine complied willingly. She sat at the edge and laid herself down on her back with her feet on the floor. Her head reached just beyond the other side of the ottoman and hung down, giving her an upside-down view of the other side of the room. She felt the complete loss of control. She was completely vulnerable. Her enormous boobs sagged off her chest to either side, their erect nipples pointing outward. Sally repositioned her feet so that they were tucked behind the legs of the ottoman on each side, forcing her legs apart and exposing her leaking pussy.
"I'm going to whip your titties now, Jeanine. Do you know why?" Sally asked patiently, although she was seething with sadistic zeal.
"Because I let Johnny suck them?" The prospect of the sting of the whip didn't scare Jeanine. On the contrary, it only increased the lust that her lewd display and helpless had expanded, the lust that had been growing inside her from the moment she had capitulated to Sally.
"And what else?" Sally said with exaggerated calm.
Jeanine thought for a moment and then said, "Letting Johnny cum on them?"
"Good girl!" Sally's words of praise had a menacing ring, because she was raising her arm to strike.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack! The blows rained down relentlessly, alternating, ten times on each breast, turning them red all over. Each time a nipple was struck, Jeanine almost came, even though the pain was worse. She writhed in agony and lust, feeling an intense erotic connection to her tormentor. Tears flowed, but she did not cry, only moaned in wonton abandon.
When the whipping was over - it had only lasted 15 seconds - Jeanine let out a long groan of frustration. She was on the verge of orgasm. Sally admired her handiwork. Susie had watched it all with a growing satisfaction. Seeing her mother-in-law brought so low was thrilling. It went beyond vengeance, awakening in her a pleasure she had never known before. Seeing her mother's dominating control filled her with a determination to try to emulate her.
"What do you say, my little slut?" Sally asked.
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Good girl," Sally said. But Sally wasn't done. "Your punishment is almost over. Do you know what I have to do now?"
"No, ma'am."
"I have to whip your nasty, slutty pussy, don't I?" Sally said, sounding as if it were an obvious necessity and a chore she would rather not perform. "Tell me why, Jeanine."
"Because I let Johnny fuck me," Jeanine said matter-of-factly.
"And what else?"
"I don't know, ma'am." Jeanine felt almost dizzy; her submission, the tingling remains of the pain in her throbbing tits, this degradation that was so strangely seductive...
"You don't know?" Sally asked derisively. Her voice turned cold and hard. "Because it's full of your son's nasty, incestuous cum, that's why!" She sneered at her wide-eyed victim. "I have to beat his sperm out of you, you fucking whore! Out of your disgusting cunt where it doesn't belong. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." Sally's words had only magnified Jeanine's sense of helplessness and shame, inflaming her lust further. She longed to feel the sting of the whip at the hands of the powerful woman. Even before the first blow was struck, Jeanine's pussy had become more inflamed, opening up, blossoming, its petals visibly parting. Her inner labia glistened with the juices of arousal that dripped onto the towel underneath her ample bottom, creating a dark, damp patch of fragrant wetness.
This erotic display was not lost on either mother or daughter, who both felt its stimulus. The desire to inflict pain on the helpless slut was nearly overwhelming, a joy to Sally and a surprising revelation to Susie, who was beginning to appreciate her mother's dominance as never before.
The whip came down squarely on the defenseless twat, stinging Jeanine's entire vulva, from her clit to her perineum. Juice spattered in all directions like a tiny explosion.
"Aaaahhh!" Jeanine gasped as the heat of the sting shot up her spine, convulsing her entire cunt and causing he legs to spasm.
Thwack! The sound and the of the second blow a moment later seemed to reverberate in the brains of all three women, the victim, the afflicter, and the witness. All three became more aroused. Again it was right on target, juices flying.
The third stroke spattered even more. The smell of hot pussy filled the room. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" screamed Jeanine, writhing and bucking, on the verge of a massive orgasm.
"Oh no you don't!" Sally growled, bringing the next two blows down with extreme force on Jeanine's soft thighs, leaving bright red rectangles on her pale flesh.
"Arrrgh!" Jeanine cried in pain and frustration as her orgasm was stolen from her.
Another hard blow on her pussy was enough. Sally was satisfied. She could see drools of cloudy-white fluid oozing out of the slut's fuck-hole, sliding down over her pink pucker and pooling on the towel. Mission accomplished. And orgasm averted. She felt the after-glow of exertion - she had put all her strength into the whipping. She was fully aroused, her pussy felt hot and slippery, her panties damp with the excitement of her first female conquest. The smell of hot pussy and the tearful whimpering of her victim only added fuel to her burning lust.
"Please don't stop!" Jeanine begged, all dignity dissolved. "Please let me cum!"
This was music to Sally's ears. Susie was astonished. She too was fully aroused at he sight of the writhing slut, dripping with tears and sweat and cum. She breathed deep the aroma of sex, the odor of pussy that permeated the air and penetrated her brain. And now hearing these words of abject debasement, of utter depravity!
"No. No more," Sally spoke firmly, controlling her seething lust. "Get down. Off the ottoman. On your hands and knees."
Jeanine extricated her feet from the legs of the stool and rolled off of it onto the floor. She immediately reached underneath to rub her swollen clit, but not before Salle stung her ass sharply with the crop.
"No!" she shouted, "Don't you dare touch yourself, slut! Now crawl to me."
Jeanine had only to turn around. She was at Sally's feet. She looked up at her with a kind of love for the commanding woman above her. An intense longing for her seemed to well up from her inmost being, flowing through her needy cunt. Her eyes brimmed and tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please, ma'am. I need to cum." She was utterly and thoroughly without shame.
"How much do you 'need' to cum?" Sally asked coldly emphasizing the word "need" with the utmost contempt.
Jeanine kind of whimpered. "So close... please... please let me touch it. I'll do anything you want. Just let me cum!" She looked so pathetic the way she gazed up at Sally imploringly. Pathetic and erotic, with her whip-reddened breasts exposed, soft and pendulous.
"Anything?" Sally asked. This was exactly what wanted.
"Yes. Yes! Anything. If you'll just let me cum. Please?"
"Crawl to Susie. Beg her for forgiveness!" was Sally's imperious command, surprising Susie.
Jeanine crawled clumsily but surprisingly quickly to Susie and kissed the bare feet of her incredibly aroused daughter-in law. "Please forgive me, Susie," she said, as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Susie was positively boiling with passion, she was simultaneously repulsed and attracted to the older woman, the mother of her now worthless husband. She was angry, outraged that she had stolen him from her; she wanted to hurt her, to punish her even more than Sally had already done. But at the same time, she could not ignore her dripping pussy and the desire she felt for the sexy milf whose wanton behavior was filling her with lust. She grabbed a handful of Jeanine's hair and pulled, forcing her head back. She couldn't decide, as she looked down at the voluptuous woman, whether she wanted to beat her to a pulp or roll her on her back and straddle her in a bestial sixty-nine.
Sally spoke another command. "Rub yourself on her foot, bitch!"
Jeanine straddled Susie's bare left foot, which immediately felt the heat of torrid, dripping pussy-flesh. She moaned as she rocked, rubbing her swollen clit against Susie's ankle.
Susie, her hands still gripping Jeanine's hair, pulled her face hard against the crotch of her leggings. Using her mother-in-law's nose and chin like a sex toy, she pressed them into her sopping vagina and against her throbbing clitoris, thrusting savagely.
The two women, mother- and daughter-in-law, climaxed simultaneously while Sally watched in delighted satisfaction.
Susie threw Jeanine off onto her side on the floor In a confused state of rage and lust, she drew back her right foot, intending to give the slut a good hard kick in the ribs, but Sally interrupted.
"Susie! Stop. Leave her to me. You go upstairs. You have to punish Johnny now."