"Ohhhh, you're… hurting me," Janice wailed, twisting around, to her side while her face became red and pinched with pain. Hank was twisting her wrists around so much that Sharon could almost hear the tiny bones cracking from the force.

"Not as much as I'd like."

With that, he let her go, backhanding her once more to knock her back on the bed. "Uhhhhhh."

Janice lay, semi-conscious, stretched out on the mattress, one leg folded over the other while her arms reached to either side of her, crucifixion style. She breathed evenly as Hank slipped off the bed, then began rummaging through the dresser. Sharon watched with curiosity as her mother's underthings erupted from under his searching fingers.

"This ought ta keep you quiet while I fuck the shit outta you."

Sharon saw him holding a pair of pantyhose and a silk belt from her father's old bathrobe. She trembled, feeling another electric shock ripple through her thighs. The heavy swing of his cock reminded her of a tree limb in the wind. And his balls! The whole set looked like it should be hanging from between the hindquarters of a horse or donkey, not from between a man's legs!

"Wh… what are you doing?"

Janice's voice was soft, broken as she pushed strands of her blonde hair from her eyes and looked up from the bed.

"You'll find out."

As Hank bent over her with the silk belt, Janice watched the big man's balls swing out, heavy with cum. His balls were all wrinkly and pressed up against his groin with excitement while he was tying up her mother.

"Ohhhh… you don't know what you're doing to me! Oh, God, God," Janice sobbed, her head rolling from side to side, strands of her hair sticking to the damp corners of her mouth.

"I know just what I'm doin', bitch. You're hotter 'n a Goddamned stove. And this is gonna warm you up some more."

Sharon watched with fascination.