Day 6: Pride
"Michael; Michele; what the fuck is going on here?" Ms Jones asked again.
Mike walked over to the PC and shut down the connection to the chatroom and stopped recording the webcam, paying no notice to his English teacher.
Carolyn Jones strained at her bonds and yelled again.
"What the fuck is going on here!!!"
Mike turned on his heels and stood naked in front of Ms Jones who was handcuffed and tied to wall dressed in a business suit; her skirt hiked up around her waist, her black satin slip pooled around her ankles and her pantyhose and panties bunched around her thighs, her pubis and thighs splattered with Mike's semen.
He laughed and took hold of his now deflated penis. A steady stream of hot urine sprang forth from Mike's cock and he directed it at Ms Jones soaking her blouse, skirt and legs with hot piss.
Ms Jones screamed and struggled against her bonds as Mike's piss soaked into her clothes and puddled at her feet.
"Any more questions you want answered?" Mike said sarcastically.
He looked down at his mother still lying on the floor recovering from her orgasm and noticed that she was laughing. Mike directed the stream of warm piss in her direction but she quickly rolled out of the way before she was subject to the same humiliation as Ms Jones.
"Don't laugh at another's misfortunes mother!" Mike said; but he was smiling as he said it.
"Go and get some towels while I explain the situation to Ms Jones," Mike ordered and playfully smacked his mother on the buttocks when she stood up and bent over to pull up her panties.
Mike was confident that his mother would do as she was told from now on; he had too much evidence to blackmail her with. After this latest session, where he had filmed her on webcam masturbating whilst she had sucked Mike's cock and then when he had fucked Ms Jones, she could no longer claim to be an innocent victim.
Ms Jones was sobbing, her mascara running down her cheeks as she stood on her high-heels chained to the wall; her clothes soaked with Mike's semen and urine. Mike walked over and pulled up her knickers, pantyhose and slip, and then pulled down the hem of her skirt providing her with a little dignity.
"If you shut the fuck up I'll tell you what's going on," Mike said, stroking Ms Jones' cheek.
She nodded meekly and Mike kissed her softly on the mouth. Ms Jones was a little surprised that Mike would press himself against her piss and semen-soaked body to kiss her tenderly like that, especially after the way he had degraded her. Mike was elated when Ms Jones didn't struggle but let him slip the tip of his tongue inside her mouth and she responded by tickling her tongue with his.
He had read about 'Stockholm Syndrome' and it was part of his strategy that his two captives would eventually not only become compliant; but become willing participants in his deviant games, but he was surprised that Ms Jones had capitulated too quickly.
But when he thought about it; it made sense: his mother was a cold manipulating bitch who had ignored him for fifteen years and so it had taken him a few days to break her. On the contrary; Ms Jones was a loner; starved for affection and the comfort of physical relations. This was probably why she had become a devoted teacher. Although Mike had debased her and forced her to respond sexually to his mother's and his ministrations; it was still, in her mind, a form of physical affection that she had not experienced in many years.
Mike was thinking to himself that he now had two willing sex slaves; well they may not be willing but they were certainly compliant which was good enough for him.
"If you promise to behave I'll release you," Mike said; and Ms Jones nodded submissively.
Mike had just finished untying her when his mother returned with an armful of towels.
"Mother; help Ms Jones clean herself and then you can both clean the floor," Mike said.
Michele helped Carolyn Jones rub herself dry as best she could and then both women got down on their hands and knees and used the towels to wipe up the piss puddles. Mike couldn't help himself seeing both women on their knees and went over and fondled both of them as his whim took him. Michele pushed her groin into her son's hand when his fingers slid along her satin panty gusset and stroked her sex. Ms Jones flinched when he did the same to her, but she froze on her knees when his fingers became insistent and buried themselves inside her labia, pushing her soaked panties inside her sex.
Mike tired of tormenting the women and pulled his hands away and let them finish cleaning up.
"Here! Clean this!" he said and pushed his piss soaked fingers into Ms Jones' face.
She meekly complied and licked at his fingers.
Then Mike held out the second leather collar that he had purchased the day before and Ms Jones compliantly walked on her hands and knees to him and offered him her neck. Mike fastened the collar around her neck and then clipped the leash to it. He saw his mother smile out the corner of his eyes.
He pulled both women to their feet and passed Ms Jones' lead to his mother and took his mother's lead in his own hands.
"Bring the towels," he said and then led away like a string of camels, up the two flights of stairs and into his mother's bedroom.
"Ok you can both clean up. Ms Jones you need a shower; mom you stay dressed as you are."
"When Ms Jones has finished her shower use your cosmetics and perfume on her; you know how I like you made up so make her up the same" He said to his mother.
"I'll put some of your clothes out on the bed for Ms Jones to wear; you both look to be the same size to me. I want you both down in the basement in one hour."
"Mom; you can explain to Ms Jones how things work around here and the consequences if you don't do what you are told."
"As for you Ms Jones; you should be aware that I have the email addresses of the headmaster and the faculty and I am very adept at video editing. I'm sure they would have something to say about one of their teachers fucking a pupil and having cunnilingus performed on her by the pupil's mother!"
Ms Jones paled at the thought.
"I will edit the video so that it looks like you are a very willing participant." Mike finished.
"Now get cleaned up ladies; into the bathroom with you!"
The two mature women gratefully went into the small ensuite bathroom and Mike rummaged around in his mother's wardrobe and, finding the clothes he wanted Ms Jones to wear, he piled them on his mother's bed and locked the door behind him and went down to the rumpus room to his computer to work.
Michele came out of the bathroom having helped Ms Jones out of her piss-soaked clothes and into the shower. She had washed her cunt and brushed her teeth and was touching up her makeup when Carolyn Jones came out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel wrapped around her.
"What the fuck is going on here Michele?" she asked.
"Well it all started when I forgot Mike's fifteenth birthday," Michele began; and then told Carolyn everything that had happened so far.
Everything that is except for the incident with Sultan; Ms Jones didn't need to know that not only had she been fucked by a dog she had been made to enjoy it!
"So now you know everything. The little bastard has us over a barrel because he can send out video and pictures by email, all at the touch of a button. He's edited the footage so that it looks like we are willing participants in his depraved little games!" Michele concluded.
"Well Michele; I have to say that it did appear that you were a willing participant this evening!" Ms Jones said.
"Well it's like this honey; you either capitulate or you get punished!" Michele replied.
"You've got no idea what that little cunt is capable of!" she went on.
"Now get your arse over here so I can help you with your makeup and clothes."
Ms Jones complied and meekly sat down before the makeup mirror and let Michele fix her face.
Michele applied foundation to Ms Jones face and tried to cover up some of her wrinkles; at fifty-one her skin was still in good condition but she had wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. She liberally coated her face and neck with face powder and then applied black eyeliner to her upper and lower eyelids followed by pale blue eyeshadow blended into a shade of dark pink. Michele liberally rouged Ms Jones cheeks and then applied a light coating of 'skin-glow' face powder all over her face and neck to set the makeup. She carefully brushed lashings of mascara onto her lower and upper eyelashes.
Michele painted two-coat, plum-red lipstick on Ms Jones lips, matching the nailpolish she wore on her fingers and toes. She brushed Ms Jones hair. With her short jet-black bob with red highlights, straight fringe, framing her heavily made-up eyes; they could almost be sisters.
"Let me loan you some jewellery; Mike thinks women should wear lots of makeup and lots of jewellery," Michele said.
She fastened a pair of gold drop earrings to Carolyn's earlobes and a matching necklace around her neck, then she but three gold bracelets on both wrists and emerald, ruby and diamond rings on three fingers of each hand. She sprayed her liberally with 'Poison"; Mike favourite perfume, and then led her over to the bed.
Mike had laid out a pair of his mother's flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and her black latex cat-suit fitted with the zippered crotch and nipple-holes.
"I'm not wearing that!" Ms Jones balked.
"Honey? Do you think you have a choice?" Michele replied.
Ms Jones grudgingly dropped the towel and shimmied into the sheer hosiery. Michele noticed that her bush was nicely trimmed and then she remembered that she had had her mouth and tongue in that very spot only a short time ago and she blushed.
The pantyhose made it easier for Ms Jones to squeeze into the latex cat-suit. She and Michele where about the same size and the cat-suit was skin tight; her nipples poked through the nipple-holes and she was a little surprised when Michele put some blush powder on them to highlight them against the shiny black latex before zipping up the back of the garment. Her nipples involuntary hardened to Michele's touch.
"Let's see if I can get you into a pair of my shoes," Michele said patting the bed to encourage Ms Jones to sit.
Michele selected a pair of black leather strappy high-heeled sandals. They were a little big but she tightened the ankle-straps securely and smoothed out the sheer nylon toes of Ms Jones pantyhose so that her red toenails peeked out of the front of the shoes.
"God! These heels must be four inches!" Ms Jones said as she stood.
"Yes! I know; before you say it; Mike likes them!" she said sarcastically.
"I must say you do look sexy though," Michele said looking Carolyn up and down.
Carolyn Jones was not slim by any means but she was well proportioned. She filled out the cat-suit; her large breasts and plump buttocks pushed the shiny black latex to the limit. Her heavily made up face and black bob looked great and her hosed toes poking from the black high-heeled sandals perfectly completed the outfit. Michele actually felt a little jealous but she looked at herself in the mirror and was happy with what she saw.
Michele too wore heavy makeup; her eyes smoky and her lips ruby-red. She had teased out her hair and she still wore the gold drop earrings, necklaces, bangles and ankle-chain that Mike had insisted she wear this afternoon. She had changed her sheer dark, fully-fashioned nylon stockings for another pair because she had laddered the other pair during the earlier sexual exploits. Her red toenails peeked from her silver high-heeled sandals.
She had also changed the black satin full-cut panties for a pair of red sheer nylon panties that matched the red satin bustiere. She reeked of her son's favourite 'Poison' perfume. Michele put on her black leather collar and assisted Carolyn to do the same.
They stood side by side looking at their reflection in Michele's full-length mirror; two mature, plump but shapely, sex kittens.
"Come on; let's go see what he's up too now Carolyn," Michele said, taking the two leashes with her.
As their heels clicked on the stairs Michele leaned back and whispered.
"I just realised; Mike only had me take the week off work and you will have to be back at school on Monday. Whatever he's got planned for us can only go for three more nights."
"Yeah; but the little bastard can do a lot to us in three nights!" Ms Jones replied.
When they entered the rumpus room they saw Mike sitting at the computer. The floodlights and camera tripod had been put away and the overhead lights were dimmed.
"Check this out ladies!" Mike summoned them over.
To both of their dismay Mike ran the edited video footage of his mother committing cunnilingus on Ms Jones and then of his mother fellating him and finally of him fucking Ms Jones. He had edited the footage so well that there was no doubt to anyone who watched the video footage that both women were willing participants and were thoroughly enjoying what they were doing.
Mike opened up his Microsoft Outlook outbox folder and opened two emails. Each had been addressed to group addresses; his mother's to most of her family and to Dewy Cheatem and Howe, the law firm she worked for, and Ms Jones' to the entire faculty at the high school.
"I won't bother opening the attachments; you've both just seen them," he grinned.
He closed the outbox and locked the program. A box opened on the screen: Login: Mikeloveslegs Password: (blank).
"See ladies; if you try anything smart you're fucked. My Outlook program is set up to send and receive email on a timer. If I don't enter the password and reset the timer at predetermined intervals the emails will automatically get sent."
The women looked at each other with dismay; Mike had thought of just about everything. If they tried to incapacitate him the incriminating emails would be sent regardless.
"Now let's have a look at you both," Mike said.
"Oh my God Ms Jones I gotta get have some of that; you look fantastic!" Mike exclaimed.
"Mom; go and make us some dinner while I take care of this," Mike smiled and stood up to display the bulge growing at the front of his pants.
Michele gratefully clambered up the stairs leaving Ms Jones to her fate.
Mike reached out and stroked Ms Jones' nipples and they hardened instinctively to his touch.
"You slut!" Mike laughed.
Ms Jones impulsively stepped back away from Mike's touch.
"Get here bitch!" he commanded.
She sheepishly stepped forward and Mike grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her passionately and squeezed her plump buttocks through the latex cat-suit. Ms Jones began to sob but forced herself not to; Michele had told her that Mike would not tolerate crying; it ruined their makeup!
"Undress me teacher," Mike said, grinning.
Ms Jones complied and unbuttoned Mike's shirt and he shucked it off. She tentatively reached for his pants and unbuckled his belt then she opened the button on the waistband of his jeans and opened his flies. Mike's cock leapt from his flies; he was not wearing underwear.
"On you knees; pull them down!" Mike ordered.
Ms Jones gingerly got her knees; the latex cat-suit stretching taut and her high-heels skittering on the tiled floor. Realising that she was kneeling at eyelevel with his penis she looked down at Mike bare feet as she pulled down his trousers. Mike kicked his trousers away and entwined his fingers in Ms Jones black bob. He pulled her face towards his throbbing penis.
Ms Jones knew what he wanted. What could she do? Mike had control of her for as long as he had the blackmailing emails in his email outbox. No one at school would believe that she was not a willing participant in deviant underage incestuous sex. The video had been altered to reflect just that fact. Also; who would believe that a fifty-one year old woman could be taken hostage by a fifteen-year old boy?
She opened her ruby-red lips and let Mike put his cock in her mouth. She hadn't given a man fellatio for years but it was a skill that once learned was never forgotten. She clamped her lips around his shaft and trilled Mike's glans with her tongue; sliding it over his frenulum occasionally to intensify his pleasure. Her objective was to bring him off in her mouth so that she could spare herself the indignity of being fucked by the boy.
Mike swung his hips back and forth and began to fuck Ms Jones mouth; she sucked on his manhood, slathering his shaft with her tongue; she reached up and cupped his scrotum and gently squeezed and stroked it. She wanted to squeeze his testicles as hard as she could and bite down on his phallus at the same time and watch him writhe in pain but she knew it would have dire consequences should she do so. Instead she suckled on his penis and stroked his scrotal sack listening to him moan in contentment.
Ms Jones was hoping that he would come soon; she was debating with herself whether or not she would be able to swallow his semen without gagging when he reached down and pulled her face off his cock.
Mike looked down into her pretty face; he loved her heavily made-up eyes framed by the fringe of her jet-black bob and the contrasting ruby-red lipstick on her lips. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. His cock pushed into her belly, rubbing against the slick latex of the cat-suit. Mike moaned and Ms Jones responded to his kiss by slipping her tongue into his mouth. When his hands went to her buttocks she rubbed herself against him hoping to invoke his orgasm before he could enter her.
Mike smiled to himself; he knew what she was up to and he was enjoying dry fucking her little pot-belly but he knew that she would make him come if he let her keep this up.
Mike seized Ms Jones by her buttocks and, lifting her up, he spun her around catching her unaware. She fell back against the computer desk and Mike lifted her onto the desk and slid his hands down her thighs and opened them and pulled her legs around his waist. Ms Jones gasped as Mike quickly reached between their bodies and unzipped the closure in the crotch of her cat-suit.
As Ms Jones tried to wriggle free Mike positioned his cock in the opened crotch and pushed. His cock met resistance. He smiled to himself; she was wearing sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose under the cat-suit. Mike pushed harder and forced the sheer nylon gusset of the hose into Ms Jones vagina.
"Oh my god!" she screamed; but Mike stifled her screams with a passionate kiss.
He humped away at Ms Jones; the head of his cock barely inside her, restricted from fully entering her by the nylon pantyhose. It actually felt very nice; his glans encased in the gossamer thin hose rubbing against her cunt. Then he felt her start to become wet. Mike's thrusting was forcing the seam of the pantyhose to rub against Ms Jones clitoris and try as she might she could not stop her body reacting to the stimulus.
Ms Jones gasped into his mouth and began to buck against him forcing more of his penis inside her and further stimulating her clit. Mike pushed harder; gripping her buttocks and thrusting against her as hard as he could. He had about four inches of his nylon-encased member inside her when the pantyhose ripped and his cock slid all the way into Ms Jones cunt and their pubic bones slammed together.
Ms Jones quivered as she felt her vaginal juices flow. Mike's cock, freed of the silken hose, slid easily in and out of Ms Jones vagina. Her vagina had slackened as she had aged and Mike pushed down hard to keep the base and head of his penis in contact with her vaginal walls to increase his stimulation. This had the effect of driving his groin against Ms Jones' pubis and further stimulating her clitoris.
"Oh you wicked, wicked, boy!" Ms Jones exclaimed and abandoned any pretence of reluctance.
She wrapped her legs around his and pulled him into her. Mike thrust in and out of his English teacher, loving the feel of the latex cat-suit against his tender skin and her slack cunt around his cock. They kissed passionately and Ms Jones began to buck underneath him and moan with pleasure. She was close to coming and Mike increased the tempo so that he could come with her.
Ms Jones locked her heels behind him and pulled his crotch hard against hers and ground her pubis against him as her orgasm washed over her.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed; waves of pleasure sweeping through her body.
Mike emptied himself inside her, grunting with effort as he ground himself against this aged wanton slut. His semen flooded her loose cunt and as he pistoned in and out of her it oozed out of the crotch of her cat-suit and soaked her thighs. Mike wanted to pull out and ejaculate on her but Ms Jones gripped him tightly against her as she shook with orgasmic lust and Mike was happy to hang on for the ride as the last of his seed was milked from him.
Mike bent down and kissed Ms Jones and was rewarded by her wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her; he felt her hard nipples against his bare chest and she thrust her tongue into his mouth as the last of her orgasm raked her. Her heels drummed against his back and her cunt was convulsing around his penis extracting the last drops of his spend.
Mike lay on top of Ms Jones for a few minutes as they both slowly recovered from their orgasms. He kissed her softly and she responded accordingly; basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Mike slowly disentangled himself from her and his deflating penis flopped from her loose cunt, unleashing a stream of hot semen. Mike put his finger in the sticky mess and then slid it inside Ms Jones vagina and she shuddered. He pulled it out of her vagina and licked it and then he slid it in again and retracted it and put it to Ms Jones' lips.
She suckled his finger; her dark eyes glittering and her painted lips smiling. He bent down and kissed her passionately and she made to embrace him again but he stepped quickly away and took her heels in his hands.
"Slut!" he smiled down at her, and then raised each of her feet to his mouth and kissed her nylon encased toes.
Mike zipped up the opening at her crotch and dropped a towel in her lap so that she could wipe his semen off her cat-suit.
He turned around, a dribble of clear fluid oozing from his cock, and saw his mother sitting on the basement stairs.
"Well, well, well, Ms Jones! You seem to be getting along just fine with my son," she grinned.
"I can say with pride that for a boy who has just turned fifteen, he sure knows how to satisfy a woman." Michele said sarcastically.
Ms Jones smiled back sheepishly and scooted off the desk.
"Let's have dinner," Mike said, "and then we can have some more fun."
To be continued
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