Howie could see between her long slender thighs. His mother had very long legs, he thought. Her bushy cunt was exposed, the pink pussy lips glistening wetly. He stared for a long time at her cunt, finding the thick, triangled dark hair exciting, her pink pussy looking like candy, with the tip of her knotted clit visibly throbbing. Howie wanted to stick his cock into his mother's cunt and fuck her the way she was begging Jack to fuck her. The way she twisted against the strong cords, her ass writhing, sent a fiery tingle through Howie's tight balls.

"You'd fuck a cock, all night, you cunt," Jack snarled down at her. "You'd fuck any hard cock right now, mine, or any other cock!"

"Oh, yes, darling!" Joan whimpered.

The belt snapped loudly as it came down across her white stomach again. Now there were two red stripes on her flesh. Joan didn't scream this time; she tried to arch her cunt up. Jack laughed again, rubbing his hand along the front of his white Jockey shorts. His balls filled the crotch of his shorts, and his long, thick cock stood toward his stomach, outlined by the stretching fabric. Joan stared at his cockbulge hungrily, licking her lips. Her cunt clenched with readiness, but she knew he wouldn't fuck her yet.

It was a game they played every chance they got, which was about twice a week. They would play it more often, but Jack's job took him out of town for most of the week. Joan would love to play every night, but it was impossible. She had been dating Jack for over a year, and their weird relationship had developed quite fast. Joan had always loved being tied up and abused, but her ex-husband didn't go for it, and that brought about an early divorce. When she found Jack had the same interests, she was elated.

"Want to suck my big cock, you fucking cunt?" Jack asked, lowering the elastic waist of his shorts just, enough, to let her see the huge, swollen head of his prick. "How would you like to lick on this?"