Kelly's Mom - Sex Stories

Kelly's Mom

... swing, this time connecting with one of her tiny breasts.

“Mmmmmpppphhhhhhhhhh!”

Vicki was struggling now, swinging wildly back and forth, as much as the rope from above would allow. She hadn’t signed up for this, and her eyes were wild. The pain etched into her face was real, and her nostrils flared above the ball gag as she fought for breath. Worse, Becca was grinning, clearly enjoying inflicting pain on her friend!

Kelly took her thumbs and smeared Brenda’s mascara around her eyes. “Easy, mommy,” she cooed, “you’re gonna give yourself a coronary. It’ll be over soon, and then you guys can get back together. We just need to show you off first.”

Brenda was babbling again, begging Kelly to stop the abuse of her daughter. “Please, God! I didn’t want this, I only wanted her to feel good,” she sobbed, “don’t make her go through this!”

“Shhhhhh, shhhhhhh. It’s cool. She enjoys it once she gets into her zone,” Kelly promised. “And when it’s over, you’ll see. Maybe we’ll let her give you your orgasm, huh?”

At the promise of a climax, Brenda stilled somewhat. My god, she needed that! She didn’t want to imagine Vicki eating her own mother out, but now that the image was in her head it was all she could think about! Her whippings would need care; she would dote over her little girl, make her feel good in every way. Kiss her, lick her….

‘Stop it!’ she told herself. That kind of thinking was unnatural. Still, seeing her naked and at the mercy of the girls…she looked ...

... so sexy that way!

Evie got Kelly on their headphones, “Where do we go from here?” she asked. “I don't want to ruin Vicki, but Becca's waaaay too into this!” She'd been motioning frantically for Becca to stop, as she was whipping the crop back and forth across Vicki's tiny tits and threatening to draw blood. The poor bound girl was about to hurt herself, trying to get away from her. Becca frowned at her, finally, but she obeyed.

“Yeah, we need to rein her in,” Kelly agreed. “Or else hang her up next.” The blonde girl paused.”I was kinda thinking about that, anyway.” She knew Brenda could hear her side of the conversation, but her attention was still on her daughter. And she was having reservations about inflicting too much pain on their young friend. Brenda, as her mother, was hovering around freak-out mode.

“Yeah? I'll let you break that to Becca,” Evie laughed. “She's having fun being a dominatrix. Probably too much fun!”

“We'll figure that out later. Have you heard the music those pledges are making? I'm thinking a couple more minutes of abusing our girl, then maybe we'll switch the focus onto Mommy.” She studied the mother beside her, whose eyes were still riveted on Vicki. The teen was hanging limply, gasping heavily after the latest tirade from Becca.

“Make sure you get your mask on,” Evie cautioned, “and maybe take your shirt off. That top's cute, but it's not sex-site material. Get them titties out!”

Kelly quickly pulled her top off and dropped it on ...