Lisa’s Mom enjoys bondage and anal, just like her daughter

I was a very lucky man to have the girlfriend that I did. Lisa was a virgin when I met her, but she was a repressed catholic school girl ready to bust out at the seams… and at the age of 19, I was ready to do some busting, too.
She may not have been the physical ideal that most men hope for, but most men don’t know what they’re missing. She was what you might call “overweight,” but that meant that no matter how hard I pounded into her during sex, there was always a soft landing. She had a gorgeous face, and the way she sucked my cock was nothing short of glorious. She also liked it rough and kinky, which is where the interesting stuff really started… not with Lisa, but with her mom, Lynne.
Lisa lived with her mother and grandmother. Lynne, her mother, had been divorced for quite some time, and her grandfather had taken his own life (in my opinion, to get away from her grandma). It was a month or so before we were going to get our own apartment, and Lisa and her grandma were going away to Oklahoma for a week, to catch up with some family. Lynne was never that close to that side of the family, so she was going to be alone for that week. At least, we thought she was, until she called me Monday, about the time that Lisa and her grandma’s plane landed in Oklahoma.
“Scott?” she asked, sounding very depressed, “Could you come over? I don’t usually have the house all to myself, and I’m a little… nervous, I guess. Just for a little while?”
I didn’t mind. Lynne was a fun person to hang around, and she was very pretty. The opposite of Lisa’s body type, she was slim, almost too slim, but she’d had a breast-job done to impress her ex-husband. Lisa was fond of reminding me that her mom’s DD tits weren’t real… I really didn’t mind. I actually kind of liked the fact that she was willing to do that to herself to appeal more to men.
So, after getting a few things done around the house, I drove over. It was starting to rain on the drive, and because it was the rainy season, I knew that a thunderstorm and a tornado watch were both imminent. I was glad I was going over, because I knew that Lynne didn’t have much tolerance for “scary” weather.
When I got there, I was partially soaked by the downpour as I ran to the front porch of the house, and Lynne had obviously been waiting for me by the window, because before I could so much as knock, she had the door open, and was pulling me in.
“Oh, Scott… if I’d have known it was going to start raining, I’d never have called!” she said. She had a towel waiting for me, and I was trying to get the water out of my eyes and hair.
“It’s fine, Lynne, really…” I said. “I don’t mind driving in the rain.” I pulled the towel away from my face, and my eyes almost came out.
She was wearing a filmy, silky, see-through robe, over a very lacy set of bra and panties. The big, fluffy slippers almost, but didn’t quite, ruin the image. I’d had thoughts about Lynne’s body for quite some time, but then again, I was 19… I had thoughts about screwing toast.
“Um,” I said… but Lynne took the towel, and rushed off to put it in the laundry, giving me a good look at her ass as she went. Not a lot of meat, there, but it moved very well.
“It’s just that the house is so empty, and quiet, and then there’s the storm,” she was saying, from two rooms away. I just sort of stood there, for a minute, then took off my jacket and hung it to dry by the door. Lynne came back in and smiled at me, and we went into the living room and sat on the couch.
Almost on cue, there was a lightning strike nearby, and the lights went out. Lynne jumped, right into my arms… and those beautiful (even if artificial) breasts were pushing against my chest, and I kind of lost another couple of seconds.
“I’m… sorry about that,” she said, disentangling herself from me. “Dammit… I was going to put in a movie, or something… and cook you something, for coming over…”
I remembered the all-electric kitchen, and shrugged. “No worries, Lynne. I’m just glad you don’t have to be alone in this.”
She smiled at me, in the faint light, and even in the darkness, that smile was enough to warm me up all the way down to my crotch. “You’re so nice, Scott… I’m glad Lisa found a guy like you. I wish I could.”
That took me aback. “What? You have a boyfriend, Lynne… you guys went to the lake last weekend!”
She huffed, and sat back, crossing her arms under her breasts, which, again, did GREAT things for them. “The asshole wouldn’t TOUCH me. Can you believe that?”
I just shook my head. The guy must have been gay, or something.
Lynne looked at me, and I could see that she wanted to say something. I just waited… I liked where things looked to be going.
“Scott? If you were alone with… with a woman like me… would you… you know… try something?”
“Well,” I said, “I am alone with a woman like you… and I’ll be honest with you, Lynne. If you weren’t my girlfriend’s mother, I surely would.” Not that I didn’t want to jump her bones right then and there, but I DID want to protect my relationship with Lisa.
Lynne bit her lip. “I… I wanted to talk to you… about Lisa, if that’s ok.”
That sounded serious, but I nodded.
“I know that you two are… are, well, sexually active,” she said. “But… I kind of saw the two of you in your car, when you were parked out front, last week.”
When you and your girlfriend live at home, you get a LOT of time in, sitting in the old car. I mentally replayed what Lisa and I had done together on that occasion, and winced. To Lisa and I, it was just another night of play. To a casual onlooker, though, it would have looked a lot like a rape.
“Well,” I said, slowly, “Lisa has some… well… unusual tastes… and so do I, I guess,” I said, trying to find a safe path through this minefield.
“I know,” said Lynne. “Lisa and I talked about it… she told me about all the ‘forced’ fantasies and the bondage.”
The hard-on that had been struggling against my jeans deflated… you don’t ever really want to hear your girlfriend’s mother tell you that she knows everything you’ve been doing to her daughter… especially when it’s a little over the top, kink-wise.
We both sat there on the couch, uncomfortably, for a minute, when another lightning strike hit, and she was up against me, this time.
“I’m very lonely,” she said, as her breathing slowed down again. “Scott, I haven’t been touched, really, for years… my boyfriends don’t want anything to do with me, physically.”
She must have been picking up crazy people from some asylum, because even with the knowledge that she knew I was playing rape fantasies with her daughter, that hard-on was coming back, full force.
“They must all be nuts,” I said, keeping my arm around her, protectively. “You’re a gorgeous woman, and I’d think any man would want to have a lot to do with you, physically.”
She snuggled in against me, and I was hard pressed not to rip her robe off right there.
“I liked hearing what you do with Lisa,” she said, her voice very low, barely audible above the crashing rain and wind. “I wish someone would do that with me. I’d like it.”
Now, what would any red-blooded American boy do at a time like that? Maybe not what I did, but it’d be right there in the list of options.
I grabbed her by the back of her hair, and yanked her down onto her back, while gripping the front of her robe, and pulling back. It ripped in a VERY satisfying manner, as she yelped. Her hands went up to her hair, and I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock hard cock.
Lynne was struggling, but not very hard, when I used my grip in her hair to bring her back up to a sitting position, and forced her head down into my lap.
“No,” she said, in a slight panic, but I know what she wanted. The word “No” was an invitation at this point… that’s how Lisa liked it, that’s how I liked it, and I was pretty sure, now, that’s how Lynne liked it. The “No” left her lips in a perfect “O” shape, and I forced my cock right between them.
I could tell immediately where Lisa got her skills from. Lynne’s tongue swirled around my cockhead and licked the very tip of my prick, even as I slowly forced her head further down on it. Her hands went to my thighs, but rather than try to push me away, she was feeling the large groups of tight muscle there… muscles that would soon be thrusting my cock up, into her mouth, and down her throat.
She gagged when I started to thrust my hips, but my hand on her hair assured that she would stay in place. She was sobbing, now, around my cock, when she wasn’t gagging, and I wonder if she thought she’d taken on too much. Then, I stopped caring, as I started to fuck her mouth.
My hand in the hair at the back of her head would force her down onto my cock as my hips thrust up into her mouth, forcing my cock deep into her throat. I could hear her breathing through her nose, so she was at least experienced enough to take a good, hard, deep-throating. As I continued to rape her pretty mouth, I could see one hand slide between her thighs, and her hips started to gyrate. Like daughter, like mother, I suppose… she was playing with her pussy while I was raping her throat. That worked for me… I was going to need her cunt wet, anyway.
Her lips glided up and down my cock shaft like hot silk, and when just the head of my prick was in her mouth, her tongue would dance around it, licking the coronal rim and dancing in my piss-slit, before I was thrusting back down her throat again. It was that best of both worlds that I had with Lisa… a woman who was acting like she was being raped, and who was getting into the sex and working to get me off, at the same time.
When I could feel the blood pulsing in my cock, I pulled her head up and off of me, and held her down on her back again.
“Please… No… Stop,” she said, but the look in her eye said she didn’t mean it. With one hand holding her hair down, the other ripped her lacy panties off of her. Her pussy was shaved, wet, and hot, and there was no going back. I let go of her and stood up, and she watched me, her breasts heaving in her bra, her eyes wide.
I stripped in front of her, not saying a word. Her eyes were glued on my big, hard cock, bobbing up and down with my pulse. She didn’t move… didn’t try to rise… didn’t resist. She knew what was coming.
As I dropped the last article of clothing, I lay back down, on top of her, and she struggled, just a little. Just enough so that I knew she was doing it for my benefit. I grabbed a cup of her bra in each hand, and with the strength of lust and youth, I pulled them apart, popping the crosspiece and releasing those amazing artificial knockers. They bounced out, not bouncing a lot, but jiggling just enough. It was time.
“Please, Scott… don’t fuck me… PLEASE…” she said, knowing that she was going to get just the opposite of what she asked for. I placed the head of my throbbing member at the entrance to her hot, wet sex, and looking into her eyes, I RAMMED the whole length into her.
It was SO different from fucking Lisa! Lynne’s whole body arched, and she screamed… I thought that I’d killed her. I stopped, with my cock buried in her body, but her pussy was spasming, twitching… she was cumming. That one thrust was enough to give her a shattering orgasm. I smiled… I had a LOT more where that one came from.
Her orgasming cunt felt so amazing on my cock that I was afraid I was going to cum too soon, so I had to give her the ride of her life as fast as I could. When she started to come down from the orgasm, I pulled my cock out until only the head rested inside her tight, hot cunt, and I rammed it back in again, HARD. As a second orgasm took her, I started to thrust in and out of her, faster, and FASTER.
Fucking Lisa, her overweight, soft body would absorb the shock and impact of my brutal thrusts. Fucking Lynne, though, there was no padding between us… I felt my pubic bone smashing into hers, again and again, and I didn’t care. I grabbed her legs and lifted them up over my shoulders, gaining deeper access. I could feel Lynne’s spasming cunt contracting on my cock, and then I could feel that most glorious feeling of hitting the bottom, my cockhead pressing against her cervix with every thrust.
I was glad that the house was a little away from the rest of the neighborhood, and that there was a storm outside, or Lynne’s screaming would have made someone call the cops. I mean, Lisa was a screamer, but Lynne made her look like a sex mime. There were no words, no meaning… she was just cumming like a banshee, and I was loving it.
Her body shook on my cock, and I reached up and got me a double handful of her tits… strangely firm, but they made GREAT handles to pull her body down onto my cock even harder. Her hands grasped her own legs inside the knees, holding herself open to me, and her eyes flashed open, looking RIGHT into mine.
“D… Don’t… don’t CUM in me…” she said, gasping.
I needed no more invitation. I could feel the rush of cum from my balls all the way through my groin, and the wave of pleasure hit me from the tip of my cock all the way through my body. Lynne shrieked, and her eyes rolled back in her head, as my hot cream filled her belly. Sweat flew off of both of us, and I collapsed on top of her, my fingers locked on her big melons.
When I caught my breath, I looked at her face… she was still cumming. Her body was trembling, and she was moaning hoarsely… she’d screamed her voice away.
I just held her, fondling her tits while she continued to experience the orgasm… it lasted about ten minutes, by my best guess. When she finally recovered, she looked at me as if I was a god… which I felt like.
“You… you raped me,” she said, her voice scratchy. “Thank you!”
I smiled, and then reached up, and took her thin throat in my big hand, holding her lightly. Her eyes widened, as her fingers slid across my thighs, to find that my cock was starting to harden again.
“It’s going to be a long night,” I said, and her eyes went even wider.
“I… I… ” She said, then she melted against me. “Please, don’t hurt me…”
I started to think of all the possibilities… from the toys in Lisa’s room to the tools in the basement… and I knew that Lynne was going to love being hurt by the morning.
It was going to be a very good night. My girlfriend Lisa was out of town, with her grandmother, and her mother, Lynne, had asked me to come over, to keep her company.
It wasn’t long before Lynne had confessed that she wanted to be used rough, the way she’d seen me take her daughter. It was a dark and rainy night, she was in a see-through nightgown with a frilly bra and panties, and she’d been clinging to me every time the thunder crashed. What would you have done?
We were in the afterglow of her “violation.” She was breathing heavily under me, naked and glistening with the sweat of our violent first sex, and I was holding her down by her hair, looking down into her wide eyes.
It was going to be a few minutes before I could perform again… but not THAT many minutes. It was good to be young and horny all the time, sometimes. I was going to have to find something to do to pass the time while I recovered… it was just going to take a little imagination.
“What… what are you going to do to me?” she asked, breathlessly. You didn’t have to be too bright to tell that she was looking for something rough and deep, trying to goad me into something we’d both enjoy a lot.
I stood up, lifting her to her feet by her hair. She gasped, and pressed against me, her silicone breasts pressing into my chest tightly. I released her hair, wrapped my arms around her waist, and hefted her up onto my shoulder. She was almost painfully skinny; it was easier to lift her than I thought it would be. I could still feel the bruising where my pubic bone had bashed into her during our sex.
As she squealed, quite nicely, I carried her into her bedroom, and threw her onto her big, soft bed. She bounced once, and rolled onto her back, lifting up on her elbows and looking at me. She loved being lifted, carried, and thrown around. She was living her rape fantasies, now… and she was going to live some of mine.
I’d looked at her bed a few times before… mostly covered in big down comforters, with a nice brass headboard and footboard. I guess I’d fantasized about this event, because I acted almost from instinct.
As she watched, I opened her closet door, and moved a few things aside. I found the silk scarves I was looking for pretty quickly. I had to wonder if she’d thought about this as much as I had, and if she was actually trying to get this response from me. I was wondering if I could possibly take her someplace she hadn’t even thought of going. I was certainly going to try.
With a handful of scarves, I approached the bed. She scooted away from me on her elbows and ass, eyes getting wider. “What… what are you going to do with those, Scott?” she asked. “Are… are you going to hurt me?”
I grabbed her by her ankle, and pulled her into the center of the bed. “Get on your stomach,” I said, kneeling on the bed.
She just looked at me, for a second. “No,” she said. “No… you can’t be serious…”
I put the scarves on the edge of the bed, grabbed both her ankles, and flipped her onto her belly, showing her how serious I was. She whimpered a little as I grabbed her right wrist, and tied a scarf around it. The brass headboard made it easy for me to tie her wrist to the corner of the bed.
“I… I’m not sure I can do this,” she said. More seriously… not the fantasy “victim” voice she’d been using. I was throwing her a serious curve. “I… I don’t know, Scott…”
I tied her left wrist to the other upper corner of the bed, and I think I heard her starting to cry. I took a moment to lean close to her face, observing her tightly screwed-shut eyes; teardrops sliding down her cheeks. Was I taking this too far?
I might have been, but she’d been asking for this treatment. I kissed the tears off of her face, gently, slowly stroking her back. Her eyes opened and looked at me.
“Are… are you going to hurt me?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Yes, Lynne,” I said, cupping her ass cheek in my strong hand. “I’m going to put my cock in your ass, and it’s going to hurt, and you’re going to love it.”
Her mouth went wide, and she just stared at me. I was definitely taking her further than she thought it would go. She pulled at the silk scarves, not too hard, just hard enough to find out that I’d genuinely tied her down. She couldn’t get loose; she had no choice in the matter.
“Don’t,” she said, quietly, tears falling again.
I stood up, and moved to her feet. She didn’t struggle as I tied scarves to her ankles, and spread her legs wide, tying her, spread-eagled, to the bed. I took one of her big, soft pillows, and slid it under her hips, lifting her pretty little ass up for me. Not a lot of meat there, but it had a nice shape, and she was squirming nicely for me.
By this time, my cock had recovered its vigor, and I was throbbing hard. I slipped into the hall bathroom, and found the bottle of hand lotion that I knew would be on the sink. Returning to Lynne’s room, I worked the little pump and put a dollop of lotion in my hand, and sat next to her on the bed.
“Please,” she said, as I rubbed the lotion onto her upturned ass, “don’t do this to me, Scott… I… I don’t want this…”
I slipped my middle finger into the crack of her ass, distributing more lotion there, and she gasped as my fingertip slipped over her quivering anus. I drizzled some more lotion right there, and gently worked my finger up and down in her crack, lingering a little more on her asshole each time I passed over it.
“You’ve never been fucked in the ass before?” I asked casually, feeling it twitch under my fingertip. God… sitting her talking to her, like this, was making me even hotter! This was one of the things I loved about rough sex with Lisa… but doing it with her mom was so much better, for some reason!
“N…no,” she stammered, her hips starting to rotate. She couldn’t hide that what I was doing was starting to feel good, to her. “My… Lisa’s father… he wanted to… but I never let him…”
I started to rub her little asshole in little circles… gently pressing in, as I felt it twitch, adding a little more lotion. “Lisa didn’t want me to do it, either,” I said.
“You… you put your cock in Lisa ass?” she asked, gasping a little. I couldn’t tell if she was gasping because of her daughter’s unexpected sexual activity, or from my finger slowly slipping into her bunghole. Maybe a little bit of both.
“Oh, yes I did. Even though she didn’t want me to. I forced her to do it.”
A shudder went through Lynne’s body, and her asshole twitched hard… hard enough that the tip of my finger slipped in, to the first knuckle. Lynne grunted loudly when it did… I kept it in there, slowly rotating it inside her, drizzling a little more lotion on it.
I leaned my mouth closer to her ear as she shuddered. “I didn’t tie her down for it… I didn’t have to. I just bent her over the couch in my basement, and took her. She couldn’t stop me.”
Lynne moaned, and I pressed in a little harder, penetrating her sphincter. She squeezed down on my finger SO hard, but I knew that the pain in my finger was nothing compared to what she was feeling. She gasped at the deeper penetration, and I added a little more lotion.
“I didn’t use any lotion, either,” I continued. Remembering the anal event with Lisa was keeping me throbbing hard, and Lynne’s reaction to it was an even bigger turn on. “I took her dry, and hard… only the wetness of her pussy to lubricate the penetration. It hurt us both, a lot.”
Lynne’s body was reacting to the words, and the penetration… I could feel the heat from her cunt on my hand, as I pressed my finger deeper up her ass. Her hips were rotating, now… pressing her ass tighter against my finger. She may have thought that she would hate the penetration, but she was learning to love it.
I put my lips against the back of her ear as my finger slipped into her ass to the knuckle. “I wrapped my arm around Lisa’s throat, and fucked her ass hard… until I shot my load in her. And when I was done… she asked me to do it again.”
“Ooooh, GOD…” Lynne moaned, and shuddered with an orgasm. I slipped my finger out of her well-lubricated hole, and applied another dollop of lotion to my raging hard cock.
“You’re going to ask for it again, too, Lynne,” I said, as I knelt behind her, between her widely spread legs.
“No,” she said, her voice a gasp. “Don’t…. don’t put it in my ass…”
Her voice had changed. It wasn’t her serious voice, any more… it was her wanton slut voice… the voice that was asking for the rape… that was begging to be taken. I smiled. She was ready for it.
I pressed the head of my cock against her quivering asshole, and slowly forced it inside. She pressed back against me, fucking her own ass on my cock, gasping as I slid into her.
GOD, she was tight. My finger had barely prepared her, and the lotion lubricated the passage, but her tight little asshole squeezed the blood out of my dick like a vice. I grabbed her hips and sank my cock down into her buttery anal opening, gritting my teeth against the tightness. Lynne screamed, long and loud, as my cock split her open.
She couldn’t talk… she tried to form words, but they broke down into yelps and gasps, as I pulled her hips back onto my hard, throbbing prick. I could see her pulling against her bonds, trying to escape the impalement, but there was no getting away. I drove in HARD, and sank my whole length into her, feeling my balls slap against her hot, wet pussy.
I paused… partially to give her a rest, and partially because it felt SO fucking good, just being inside her ass. It was the tightest hole my cock had ever been in… well, since it had been in her daughter’s ass, earlier that year. It was hot and slippery, and I could feel her heartbeat, in little contractions, like my cock was in a tight fist that would squeeze it, over and over.
Lynne’s breathing slowed, a little, and her body relaxed, a little. She took in a deep, sobbing breath, and groaned with the pain and the fullness. “Oh, GOD… you’re fucking me… you’re fucking my ass…” she said, trying to wrap her brain around the experience.
I slowly slid my cock back out, her sphincter squeezing every inch of my cock so tightly, until only the head remained inside her, then RAMMED myself back in, all at once. She screamed again, and I have to admit, so did I. It felt so good, and hurt so much, all at the same time! I was past caring, though… it was the best my cock had felt in a long time, maybe ever, and I didn’t care about the pain, to either of us.
I started sliding in and out of her ass faster, and faster… until I was pounding her little anal opening with all of my speed and strength. She lost the power of speech again, moaning and squirming on my cock, struggling weakly against the scarves. My fingers sank into her hips, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on both of our bodies.
Her hot, tight ass squeezing down on my thrusting cock was more than I could take… it wasn’t long before I could feel the cum boiling out of my balls, and I slammed into her hard, one more time, and shouted as I filled her bowels with my hot cum. Lynne screamed “Oh FUCK… I’M CUMMING!” at the same time, and her trembling body milked my cock better than it had ever been milked before. It felt like I came a second time, when her shuddering body squeezed every last drop of cum out of me.
I lay on top of her, exhausted, breath coming in pants, as she squirmed against me, moaning my name… “Scott… oh, God, yes, Scott…”
I had just enough strength left to untie her right wrist, before pressing my lips to the back of her neck, kissing her softly, and closing my eyes. I could feel her moving… untying her other wrist, and then crossing her arms under her head, and resting her head on them. My cock slowly deflated to a more manageable size, and with a moan, I slipped out of her ass.
It took a few minutes to recover enough to get her ankles untied, and then we just sort of wandered into the bathroom. She winced every time she moved, and I started off the shower while she took care of herself a bit. Eventually, we were soaping each other up, just smiling, and getting each other good and clean. Good thing the house had a gas powered hot water heater. With the power out, a cold shower wouldn’t have been nearly as cozy.
“I loved that,” she said, as we rinsed off. “I was so scared… but I was so turned on…”
“That’s what Lisa said,” I admitted, giving her big, round breasts a good squeegee with my hands. “That’s why I was sure you’d enjoy it, too.”
“Like daughter, like mother,” Lynne admitted, as she turned off the water. “Can you stay the night?”
I smiled, and grabbed us a couple of the big, fluffy bath sheets they used as towels. “I don’t think that will be a problem,” I said. “Can’t leave a lady in the dark, all alone, now can I?”
We laughed as we dried off, and I started to wonder if I could get Lynne and Lisa into bed at the same time.