"I'm waiting, Joan," Jack said, fucking his cock in and out between her tits. He held them tight around his cock, sliding his heavy balls along her it flesh.

"For what?" Joan asked, trying to get him off the subject of her son.

Jack slapped her again, rocking her head and making her dizzy. "You'd suck your son's cock off if I told you to, right?"

Joan screamed as fire burned through her cheek. She was still screaming when Jack dug his fingers into her tender nipples, pinching very hard.

"Yes!" Joan howled in pain.

"Yes, what?"

"I'd suck his cock!" Joan blubbered, real tears of pain and shame in her eyes now.

Jack was gong farther with her than he ever had, and she wasn't sure she liked it. She might be a bit perverse in what she enjoyed, but she certainly didn't want her young son involved.

Jack slapped her again, using both hands, rocking her head from side to side, hurting her, laughing in a cruel way.

"You'd take his little cock in your cocksucking mouth and fuck him, right? You'd fuck your son's cock with your hot, wet mouth, and when he came, you'd drink his jizz right down, wouldn't you? You fucking cunt!"

"Yes, yes!" Joan screamed as the pain blazed through her head. "Stop it, Jack! It hurts!"

"If I tell you to suck Howie off, you'll do it?"

"Yes! Oh, damn you, yes!"

Howie's cock throbbed wildly as he listened, watching Jack slapping his mother. The idea of his mother sucking his cock off excited the boy tremendously. Maybe Jack would tell her to do it, maybe he would tell her to fuck him. Howie gripped his cock so hard, it was painful.

Joan's cheeks burned with pain, and she sobbed pitifully. Once again Jack closed her lovely tits about his cock and began fucking between them.