"She kicks me in the balls and I'm gonna beat her fucking ass," Billy said. "But let's tie her feet anyway."

Lynn made feeble efforts to stop them, but they held her legs firmly as a rope was looped about her ankles, then pulled off to the sides and secured. Her legs were parted, her crotch open and vulnerable. She felt her skin being lifted to her waist, pinned between her stomach and the vibrating washing machine.

She trembled in shame when a hand began to stroke the cheeks of her ass, another on the back of her thigh. Chills floated up and down her flesh.

"Lynn has a nice ass. Don't she, Tony?"

"Real smooth ass," Tony replied, squeezing the springy cheek of her ass. "Let's take her fucking panties off, Billy."

Lynn slumped against her bonds, tears running down her cheeks for the second time this day. She was totally helpless, unable to stop her stepsons. They had her tied up until she couldn't move. Her hands were up past her head, tied to those damned hooks, and her feet were spread wide. The washing machine vibrated against her flat stomach. She had no choice; she had to accept whatever they were going to do to her, and she hoped it was quick. She wanted to get this over with as fast as she could.

"We can't get them off her legs," Billy said. "Cut them off like we did this morning."

Billy left to get a knife. Lynn thought if she was alone with Tony, she could talk at least one of her stepsons out of this wicked thing they were doing with her.

"Tony, why are you doing this?" she asked. "It's wrong you know. Why are you humiliating me, cutting my clothes off and tying me up like this? I haven't done anything to you boys, have I?"

"You better shut up," Tony said. He gripped his stepmother's ass, squeezing and feeling, fondling the creamy, smooth swells of her ass. "Billy said if you tried to stop us, we'd have to keep you tied up all day and night. And you better not tell Dad, or we'll make it real hard on you."