"Ohhh, please," Joan begged, squirming against the strong cords holding her wrists and ankles to the bed. "Jack, please do it! Fuck me now, Jack!"

"Why?" he asked, a cruel grin on his face.

"Because I want it!" Joan whimpered, her hips twisting with passion. "You know I want it! I love it, Jack!"

"You love what, bitch?"

"Cock!" Joan moaned. "Your cock!"

"Bullshit!" the man snapped, lashing her creamy flat stomach with the narrow leather strap. It was about three feet long, and left a red stripe on her stomach.

Joan screamed in pain, twisting almost frantically.

Jack laughed. "That's what you like, cunt! Pain, that's what you want, not cock."

"I do!" Joan cried. "Ohhh, Jack, please, give me your cock now!"

"I'll give you this strap, you rotten cocksucker!"

"Yes! Oh, yes, darling!" Joan pleaded, her eyes teary with pain and lust. "You know it makes me so hot! You know what it does to me! It makes my cunt wet and hot and I want your cock in me, fucking me!"

Howie crouched in the dark shadows, peering into the well-lit room, watching, eyes huge. His cock strained inside his jeans, his balls aching. He thought his mother was fucking with Jack, her longtime boyfriend, and that was what be had expected to see, but this… he felt as if he were going to come in his pants.

His mother was tied helplessly to the bed, and he gazed at her body. She was totally naked, except for nylons, a scarlet garter belt holding them up, and a pair of black, shiny high-heeled shoes. Her tits rose up sharply. Her nipples were a light brown a hal-finch long, and stood up in stiff peaks.

Howie ran his palm into his crotch, feeling his hardon throb. His mother was so beautiful, but even more now, all tied up and naked. Jack could do anything to her, and she couldn't stop him. It excited Howie to see his mother so helpless, begging jack to fuck her.