Seven

Chapter 7

Day 7: Greed

Mike put his pants and shirt on and took hold of Ms Jones by the leash and guided her over to the stairs. His mother led the way up the stairs and Mike slid his hand up her stockinged leg, tracing the outline of the dark back-seam with his fingers. Michele froze on the stairs to allow her son to fondle her. Mike stroked the dark welt at the top of her stocking and then put hands between his mother's legs and caressed her red nylon panties. The sheer panties had no cotton gusset and Mike could see his mother's hairy bush through the gauzy nylon.

He poked a finger at the crotch and pushed the sheer nylon inside her pussy. When he removed his finger he saw translucent droplets of vaginal secretions glistening on the diaphanous material. She must have become aroused watching her son fuck his English teacher, Mike thought. He sniffed at his finger and then patted his mother on the bottom.

"You naughty girl; you got hot watching me fuck Ms Jones didn't you mommy?"

It was a rhetorical question and Michele did not reply but began to ascend the stairs again.

"Oh; and another thing mommy; after dinner you can take Ms Jones upstairs and have her show you how to trim your pubic hair like hers."

Michele reddened but nodded her compliance as she walked along the hallway to the kitchen. She couldn't understand why she was feeling jealous of Ms Jones. Mike had sent her to make dinner whilst he fucked his teacher and now he told her to shave her pubic hair like his teacher's too.

Michele was younger than Ms Jones; their bodies were comparable; quite reasonable for their age, with a few sags and wrinkles here and there. They both had little pot-bellies and their breasts sagged but they both had great legs and Mike definitely had developed a penchant for mature women; but at the moment he seemed to be favouring Ms Jones.

Why did she feel like this? It was stupid! She should be glad that her son was infatuated with Ms Jones and was leaving her alone. But she wasn't! She was jealous!

She cleared her head of such foolish thoughts as they entered the kitchen. The whole question of who her son favoured for sex would soon be moot. Mike had made a colossal mistake in his planning. He had forgotten that as a legal secretary his mother was very computer literate.

Whilst making a dish of pasta for their dinner Michele hatched a plan as cunning and devious as her son's. She would not only obtain her freedom from her sex-crazed son; she would also wreak her revenge! She needed Ms Jones to cooperate and she also needed that cowardly bastard of a brother-in-law to assist her. As for that fucking dog; well his days were numbered too! But maybe he could be put to good use before she bashed his head it.

Mike had his mother serve them dinner and Michele put the large dish of pasta and a big salad on the table. Mike was ravenous and loaded his plate with pasta and Ms Jones; despite the indignities she had had performed on her, was also hungry and filled a small plate with salad and pasta. Michele ate a bowl of salad, explaining to Mike that she was watching her weight.

"Don't go getting skinny on me mother; you know I like my women with some meat on them," he tormented her and groped her breasts in appreciation.

As had become usual now, Mike fondled the women the women, tormenting them throughout dinner. He was fifteen years old and hormones coursed through his body so that by the time he had finished his dinner he was horny again.

"Get you your arse over here!" he commanded of Ms Jones.

"Kneel!"

Ms Jones got down on her knees and Mike took her leash and tied it to the leg of the table.

"You get your arse over here too!" he ordered his mother.

Michele sauntered over on her high-heels and stood obediently before him. He slid back his chair.

"Here!"

Michele stood between her son and the kitchen table.

"Sit!" he said; banging the table before him and pushing away the remains of his meal.

Michele perched herself on the edge of the table; the Formica felt cold through her thin panties and her high-heels skittered as she tried to get a purchase on the tiled floor.

Mike opened his flies and his erection sprang free. He pulled Ms Jones into a crouching position and guided her face into his crotch and she obediently began to suckle his penis. Michele watched Ms Jones fellate her son, feelings of jealousy building up inside her.

Then Mike did something that removed all thoughts of jealousy from Michele's mind. He leaned forward and licked at the front panel of her transparent red nylon panties. He inhaled her perfume combined with the odour of her sex. Michele shuddered as her son lapped at her pubis and she reacted instinctively by opening her legs further.

Mike took hold of his mother's garter straps and lowered his face into the V of her crotch and lapped at the folds of his mother's sex through the gauzy material. Michele slid a hand down her belly; her painted fingernails matched the red bustiere, and gathered the flimsy material of her panty crotch and eased it aside so that her son's tongue could lick her sex unencumbered.

Mike could feel Ms Jones sucking on his cock; her hand slid up and down his shaft as her lips and tongue worked away at his glans. She was taking her time; she was in no hurry to bring on his orgasm. She was hoping that Mike, having had sex with her twice recently, would not be able to come for a while and tire of her fellating him and move on to his mother. It was a selfish though she knew; but it was honest. As much as she had enjoyed the orgasm when he had fucked her, it had been against her will. She had been blackmailed and raped.

Michele shivered as her son's tongue lapped at the folds of her labia and then found her clitoris. He licked at the hood of her clitty and his mother's heels drummed on the floor and her vaginal secretions began to flow. Mike licked at his mother while Ms Jones suckled his cock. He was not ready to come yet but he did not intend to come in Ms Jones mouth anyway. It was about time he gave some attention to mommy.

His mother was now wantonly moaning and thrusting her pubis forward so that Mike's tongue could get better access to her clitty. Her heels kept slipping on the floor and her fingers were cramped from pulling back her panty crotch but she was enjoying the cunnilingus too much to worry about her discomfort. She could feel an orgasm building up deep inside her.

Mike sensed his mother's climax building and brusquely pushed Ms Jones head out his crotch. She fell back on her bottom as her high-heels slid out from under her. She was bought up short by the leash and sat on the floor; her legs spread wide.

Mike abruptly stood up and Michele groaned her disappointment as he removed his tongue from her sex but her disappointment was short lived. Mike stepped between his mother's legs and slid his manhood inside her buttery twat. Michele whimpered and lifted her legs up and locked them around her son's waist and pulled him deeper inside her.

He humped away at his mother with steady strokes as he struggled to pull off his shirt and drop his trousers. He kicked his trousers away without missing a stroke and, now fully naked, he began to plough into his mother, thrusting himself deep inside her. She raked her high-heels along his back and slid her stockinged thighs along his flank to encourage him keep up the rhythm.

Michele reached up and took hold of her son's shoulders and lifted her torso up off the table so that her buttocks were precariously perched on the edge but she was securely held in place with her legs locked around her son's waist. She moved a hand to the back of his head and pulled her son's face to hers and fervently kissed him; sliding her tongue inside his mouth. He tasted of pasta and she tasted of lipstick and perfume.

Mike's cock thickened inside his mother, stimulated by her kisses and the feel of her stocking encased legs sliding along his body. Michele was panting; her orgasm close and Mike felt his own release building as his scrotum contracted in anticipation of climax.

Michele's orgasm wracked her body and she lifted herself completely up off the table and ground her pubis against her son as his cock convulsed and released his issue deep inside her. Michele wrapped her arms tightly around him and panted into his mouth, her tongue intertwined with his and her teeth cracked against his as the intensity of their orgasms built. Mike slid his hand under his mother's buttocks to support her weight and gripped her so hard that his fingernails tore holes in the gossamer material of her panties.

Michele locked her heels behind Mike's back and rode up and down on his penis. Mike pulled his mother hard against him and lowered her buttocks back on the edge of the table. His hands moved to her stocking tops and stroked underneath her thighs. As his own orgasm intensified he seized his mother's stockings-tops and tore at them; his fingernails laddered her stockings and ploughed shallow bloody furrows into the creamy white flesh of her thighs.

Michele began to scream as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced wracked her body; she shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, drumming her heels against her son; Mike raked at her thighs, the sting of his nails intensifying her pleasure. Mike hammered himself in and out of his mother's cunt ejaculating stream after stream of hot semen deep inside her.

Michele's orgasm plateauxed and she quivered and writhed in ecstasy. Her climax began to ease and she gasped and swallowed as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Mike's thrusts had become uncoordinated and his cock slid out of his mother's cunt and he tried desperately to put it back in as the last spurts of his semen issued forth from his penis. He became dizzy and suddenly lost his balance.

Mike blacked out and slumped forward on top his mother. Michele pushed him off her and as his body slid to the floor she kicked him in the ribs.

"Happy fucking birthday you little cunt!" she spat.

Although she had just experienced the most powerful orgasm ever, she felt no love for the boy who had invoked it. She lifted herself off the table and scrambled to her feet. She pulled the gusset of her panties back into place; the garment was tattered and ruined but at least her panties would soak up Mike's semen and prevent it from running down her thighs.

Her stockings were laddered and holed and she kicked Mike's unconscious body again.

"You little fuck; those stockings cost me a small fortune," she sighed.

She looked at Ms Jones and was pleased to see that she too was out cold, lying spreadeagled on her back. Michele poked the pointy toe of her high heel into Ms Jones crotch.

"Hope you haven't stretched my cat-suit you fat bitch," she sneered.

Michele knew that she had to act fast so she wasted no more time tormenting Mike and Ms Jones. She kicked off her high-heels and dragged Mike's body out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the landing at the top of the basement stairs. She ran down the stairs and took the handcuffs and restraints from the steel rings embedded in the wall. She raced back up the stairs and handcuffed her son's wrists to the steel banister at the top of the landing.

Then Michele went into the kitchen and dragged Ms Jones inert body over to the refrigerator and lifted up one of her arms and cuffed her wrist to the steel handle. Michele's refrigerator was huge and she doubted very much that Ms Jones could budge it even an inch if she did regain consciousness. She picked up her high-heels and ran out of the kitchen.

She raced back down to the rumpus room and retrieved the two ball-gags and gagged both Ms Jones and her son. Breathing heavy with the exertion, Michele raced back down the basement, her stockinged feet sliding on the tiled floor. She disconnected the telephone line from Mike's computer and put her shoes back on.

"You dumb cunt Mike!" she sniggered.

Now that Mike's computer was disconnected from the internet his threats were meaningless. Michele pulled the computer off the desk and it fell to the floor. She tore out the power cord and then she smashed away at the computer with the camera tripod until it burst open in a tangle of wires and circuit boards. She extracted the hard drive and smashed it to pieces.

She extracted the disk from the smashed hard drive and stomped her heel into it until it was obliterated. Next she took Mike's digital camera off the desk and switched it on. She deleted all of the picture and video files from it that contained images of her. She smirked as she flicked through the remaining files showing Ms Jones handcuffed to the wall and being fucked my Mike.

"Right; now I can relax!" she said to herself.

Michele went back upstairs to the lounge room and opened her liquor cabinet and poured herself a large drink. She downed the drink in one gulp and steeled herself for her next task. Although she felt safe now as far as Mike being able to blackmail her; she would need help with the rest of her plan.

She poured herself another drink and dialled her sister's house hoping that her brother-in-law Dale would answer the phone.

Michele was in luck and Dale answered the phone on the third ring.

"Dale; it's Michele. Look I don't have time to explain, but I forgive you for what you did to me earlier this week."

"Things have taken an interesting turn and I need your help."

"If you can get away from my dopey sister I can promise you a weekend of debauchery that will put our last little session to shame."

"No I don't have time to answer any questions on the phone but if you want to fuck me again and maybe fuck a couple of other women then make your excuses and get over to my place as soon as you can."

"Ok I'll see you in a couple of hours; call me from your cell-phone before you knock on the door." Michele broke the connection.

Michele hung up the phone and poured herself another drink as she refined her plans.

Whilst Mike had been fucking Ms Jones in the basement, Michele had been in the kitchen making dinner, when she noticed the sleeping tablets and tranquilisers on top of the fridge. She had no idea what a safe dosage was so made a guess and then ground up some of the tablets in her mortar and pestle and added them to the pasta sauce.

She had been thinking for some time about how she could defeat Mike's blackmail scam and then it dawned on her! If she disconnected his computer from the internet and destroyed the images on the hard drive Mike would have nothing left to blackmail her with. Of course that arsehole Dale had some idea about what was going on in her house; and that's when she decided to implicate him in her vengeful plot.

As for Ms Jones; she had been blackmailed, debased and raped just like she had; but fuck her! Michele had no sympathy for her; she was only concerned for herself. She would keep the imagery Mike had taken of himself fucking Ms Jones and Michele would use it to keep blackmailing Ms Jones. Besides she had to admit that she was a little jealous that Mike seemed to be favouring his school teacher over her.

Michele had no idea how long Ms Jones and Mike would remain unconscious so she had to hurry. She had some good ideas about how she was going to wreak her revenge but she would have to refine them on the fly. The first part of her plan involved further degrading Ms Jones and ensuring that she remained under her control.

The second part of her plan involved making her son feel as degraded and used as she had been. She decided to get to work on Ms Jones first.

Michele went back to the kitchen and was pleased to find that Ms Jones was still fast asleep handcuffed to the refrigerator. She unlocked Ms Jones wrist and then she unbuckled Ms Jones high-heels and put them to one side. Struggling with the tight latex material she eventually removed her cat-suit from Ms Jones' inert body. Once she had it bunched at her waist sliding it over buttocks and down her legs was easy because she was wearing the sheer pantyhose underneath the cat-suit.

She buckled the black leather high-heeled sandals back on Ms Jones feet and admired her work. Ms Jones was naked except for her pantyhose, high-heels, heavy makeup and jewellery. Michele found herself becoming a little aroused at the sight of MS Jones lying like that on the floor. She removed the ball-gag from Ms Jones' ruby red lipsticked mouth and bent down and kissed her. She slid her fingers into the opening that Mike had torn in Ms Jones pantyhose and slid a finger inside her.

Ms Jones' cunt was still slick and musty from Mike's fucking and Michele removed her finger and sniffed at it and licked it. It was actually quite pleasant and arousing. Good! That was part of her plan.

She handcuffed Ms Jones' wrist back on the refrigerator handle and replaced the ball-gag.

Now she needed to see to her son.

It took quite a considerable amount of effort but Mike was only fifteen and slightly built so eventually she was able to drag and pull his inert body up to her bedroom. She banged his head a few times as she struggled to get him up the stairs but what the fuck! He deserved it.

She finally had him sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table, his wrists handcuffed to the arms of the chair. His head lolled to one side, she checked his vitals. His breathing was shallow but strong and his heart-rate slow but steady. She smiled to herself.

During the nightmare of the past week, one of the things that Mike had insisted on was how his mother was to dress and what makeup she should wear. It was bad enough being repeatedly raped by your own; anally raped by your brother-in-law and finally being fucked by the family pet; but throughout the ordeal Mike had insisted on dressing her either in her business attire or fetish clothing. The tables were about to be turned.

Her son was still naked, his body hairless, slim and pale and his flaccid penis lolled lay against his thigh. The only hair on his body was the sparse patch of pubic hair.

Michele spoke to herself as she set to work:

"Mother; you know how I like my women made up."

"Well sonny boy you are going to learn all about makeup first hand," Michele giggled to herself as she recalled Mike's instructions to her when she had been told to get Ms Jones ready.

Michele went to work on the comatose boy. She applied plenty of foundation to his face and then liberally coated his face and neck with finishing powder to set the foundation. She applied black eyeliner liberally to his upper and lower eyelids followed by garish blue eyeshadow. She rouged his cheeks and then applied a heavy coating of 'skin-glow' face powder all over his face and neck. She brushed lashings of mascara onto his lower and upper eyelashes.

Because Mike was comatose he was easy to work with and his smooth youthful skin, not yet showing any signs of a beard, was a perfect palette the makeup.

She finished by applying two-coats of plum-red lipstick to his lips and then matching nailpolish to his fingernails and toenails. She admired her work; her son's face looked feminine and when she placed a blonde shoulder-length wig on his head he looked positively stunning.

"Let's make sure we finish you with the same accessories that you like your women to wear, my sex-crazed son," Michele said to the empty room.

She fastened a pair of silver and diamante drop earrings to his earlobes and a matching necklace around his neck, then a couple of silver bangles on both of his wrists and rings on his fingers. She sat him up straight in chair and admired her handiwork.

Except for his flat chest and the flaccid penis in his crotch, Mike looked like a young harlot with blonde hair and heavy makeup.

"Oh we mustn't forget the finishing touch; must we?" Michele giggled and she sprayed him liberally with 'Poison'; Mike's favourite perfume.

Michele checked Mike's vitals again; he was still out cold but breathing steadily. She un-cuffed him and dragged him over to the bed. She carefully arranged him on the bed and cuffed his hands to the bedposts. She smiled again at her handiwork; Mike looked like a sexy nymphette from his shoulders up and she would soon fix the rest.

Michele rummaged around in her closets and wardrobe, she was tempted to take some time to change out of her laddered stockings and torn and semen-stained knickers but she wanted to finish with Mike first. When she had everything she wanted she had a brief rest and went down and checked on Ms Jones and poured herself another drink and bought it back up to the bedroom.

She took a red satin brassiere and adjusted the straps until she had it fitted around her son's chest. She filled the cups with balled-up pantyhose to give the appearance of breasts, then she pulled the matching full-cut panties up his legs and smoothed them around his buttocks; she pushed his long thin flaccid penis into the front panel of the panties and adjusted the waistband so they were a snug fit.

Next she took a black lace suspender-belt and fitted it around his waist; she adjusted the garter straps and then carefully rolled a pair of flesh-toned nylon stockings up his legs and clipped them to the garter straps.

Now he did look like a young harlot lying on the bed dressed only in lingerie.

Michele was a little surprised to see that Mike was becoming aroused; his penis tented the front of his satin panties. She smiled and patted his panty encased cock.

She undid the handcuffs and slid a white silk blouse on him; she closed the handcuffs and buttoned the blouse. It was a couple of sizes too big but it would do. She didn't have a business suit that would fit her son but she did have a black leather mini with an elastic waist that she slid up his legs and was pleased to find it fitted him nicely. His cock now tented the skirt and she slid her hand under the skirt inside his panties adjusted his semi-erect penis so that it didn't show.

Finally she put a pair of red high-heeled pumps on his feet.

Perfect!

She stood back and admired her work and was well pleased. Sure; up close you could tell that Mike was a boy in girl's clothes, but from only a few feet away he looked utterly feminine. He looked like a young hooker or a Lolita looking for action.

Michele wasted no time as she tied Mike's ankles to the base of the bed with the leather restraints. Mike was securely lashed; spreadeagle on the bed; just like he had done to his mother only a couple of days ago.

The worm had tuned!

After washing out her cunt and brushing her teeth Michele changed her stocking and panties for the third time that day. She touched up her makeup and brushed her hair. She needed to look sexy for Dale when he arrived.

She went down to the kitchen and threw a cup of cold water on Ms Jones to wake her up. Ms Jones had eaten only a small portion of the pasta, unlike Mike who had wolfed down two big serves. Ms Jones came around groggily and was dismayed to find that she was handcuffed to the stainless steel handle of the fridge and was naked except for her pantyhose and heels.

"Mike wants us upstairs," Michele said, clipping the leash to Ms Jones leather collar.

Ms Jones was in no condition to argue and still thought that she and Michele were under Mike's control. She obediently followed Michele upstairs to the bedroom totally unaware of what had transpired during the few hours that she had been unconscious.

Ms Jones didn't balk when she was made to sit on the floor and her wrists were handcuffed to the base of the bed. She was cold and disoriented. She was vaguely aware of a young woman lying on the bed but she didn't have the wherewithal to ask Michele who she was.

Michele was happy; she had carried out her plans to the letter and was halfway down the stairs when the phone rang. She answered it as she poured herself another drink.

"Dale? Yes; come on in and lock the front door behind you; I'll meet you in the hallway," Michele said and hung up the phone.

Dale entered the house and locked the door behind him as instructed. He took a couple of steps into the hallway and was greeted by a magnificent sight.

He could smell Michele's perfume before he saw her standing in the middle of the hall with her magnificent legs wide apart and her hands on her hips. Dale took in her heavy makeup; her smoky eyes and ruby-red her lips. He admired her teased out hair and the gold drop earrings, necklaces, bangles and ankle-chain. Her red toenails peeked from her silver, strappy high-heels. But he was most impressed by the fact that she wore only lingerie: a red satin bustiere with sheer dark, fully-fashioned nylon stockings attached to the garter straps and underneath the bustiere, black satin full-cut panties.

Dale hustled down the hallway and took his sister-in-law in his arms and began to kiss and paw at her, grasping at her breasts and buttocks. Michele put her hands on his chest and pushed him firmly away after allowing him to feel her up long enough to produce an erection.

"Easy tiger!" she smiled at him.

"You'll get to fuck me later but for now I have some chores for you," she said.

"Jesus Michele; what the hell is going on here; last time I came here Mike had you chained to the wall and now you're getting around dressed like a madam in a brothel and promising me sex with other women!"

"I really can't get my head around it," he finished.

"It's simple Dale. I know you are a sex pervert and I'm going to make you an offer you either accept; or you leave right now and forget everything that you have seen here," Michele said calculatingly.

"Go on," Dale replied.

"The long and the short of it is I have two women imprisoned upstairs. For reasons I may or may not tell you about, I want revenge on both of them." Michele started her tale.

"The good news is you will eventually get to fuck all of us; and will have regular access to the three of us as long as I permit it."

"Fuck it sounds too good to be true!" Dale said excitedly.

"Well to some extent it is."

"The older woman up there is a nice sort, and probably just to your taste, but you don't get her tonight; I have other plans for her." Michele said, motioning with her head towards the staircase leading upstairs to her bedroom.

"The young girl up there has some special attributes which you will find out about shortly; but for now she's the only one you get to fuck. You can do whatever you want to her actually, but you will find out that she is a very special girl."

"After tonight; we will have complete control of the two of them, and whenever it suits us we can all get together and you have all the sex you want."

"What do you think?" Michele finished.

"Jesus Michele; how can I knock back an offer like that?" Dale replied incredulously.

"Just don't get greedy Dale; you take care of the young one first ok?" Michele reiterated her proposal.

"Deal!" Dale grinned wickedly and the bulge in his pants grew larger.

"Get Sultan and bring him upstairs," Michele ordered and turned her back on her brother-in-law and sauntered upstairs making sure that Dale got a good view of her buttocks and legs.

"Jesus!!!" Dale exclaimed, but went to do as he was told.

Michele came back to her bedroom to find Mike still unconscious and Ms Jones shivering on the floor. Before Ms Jones could say anything Michele secured her ball-gag in place and securely tied the leash to one of legs of the big bed. Ms Jones now had her wrists firmly handcuffed to the frame of the bed and her neck tied to the base. Because the leash had been shortened she was forced to kneel with her face only inches from the floor.

A minute later Dale entered the bedroom holding Satan by the collar. Ms Jones heard the dog's claws scampering on the floor and began to scream into her ball-gag; her cries muffled but insistent.

Dale surveyed the room, he took in the blonde-haired heavily made up young woman tied to the bed and the mature plump women with the black bob wearing only pantyhose and high-heels kneeling on the floor at the base of the bed. His cock hardened and he tore off his clothes in anticipation.

"Fuck me Michele; you've got your own harem in here!" he explained.

"Just pull up a chair and watch for now; don't worry you'll get to stick your cock into something soon," Michele grinned at him.

Dale sat down naked on a padded chair, his erection proudly sticking out from his groin. What happened in that bedroom over the course of the next few minutes was the most sexually degrading thing that he had ever witnessed. He loved it; and had to force himself to keep his hands off his cock so that he would be ready when it was his turn.

Michele took hold of Sultan by his collar and German Shepard's snout immediately lunged at her crotch. Even though she was clean down there, her vaginal juices had begun to flow in anticipation of what was to come.

"Easy boy," Michele said stroking his large proud head.

Ms Jones' high-heels were drumming on the floor and she was screaming into her ball-gag, black rivulets of mascara ran down her face.

Michele showed her no mercy and pulled Satan over to where Ms Jones was kneeling and smiled when she saw Satan's ears pick up and his cold wet nose begin to twitch. Ms Jones had not been given the opportunity to clean herself and invisible odours of vaginal secretions and semen wharfed from her cunt and caused Satan to sniff inquisitively at the air near her raised buttocks.

Ms Jones felt a furry snout slip between her legs and brush up against her crotch. His cold nose pressed against her pantyhose gusset and then he licked her from her anus to her pubis through the sheer material. Ms Jones yelped into the ball-gag with surprise and wriggled her buttocks in an effort to get Satan to remove his snout. Satan retreated a few paces but continued to sniff at the air and whimper. The tip of his red doggy-cock emerged from its furry sheath.

Ms Jones pantyhose clad behind swayed in the air as she tried vainly to keep her sex away for the large dog. The scent escaping from hole in the crotch of her pantyhose continued to excite Satan and he closed in again.

Satan's cold nose pushed itself into the crack of her buttocks and pressed firmly against her puckered anus. Excited by the vague odours emitted from the opening in her hose, he growled and snorted and a puff of his warm breath caressed Ms Jones anus.

The dog moved his snout down to Ms Jones crotch and pressed harder, lapping at her pubis through the sheer material licking the gooey remaining from her earlier copulation. Satan was frustrated and whimpered and growled as he tried in vain to find a way past the persistent barrier of the pantyhose. Then his tongue found the small hole in the sheer nylon and Satan bit into the gossamer thin material and pulled back, straining on all fours as the nylon pantyhose stretched taut.

Then Ms Jones pantyhose tore open, the ripping sound ominous in the quiet bedroom, and Satan went skittering across the floor in a jumble of fur, legs and tail. He quickly got to his feet and scampered back to his prize and despite Ms Jones best efforts he began to lap at her cunt.

The scent wafting from the humid slippery depths of Ms Jones vagina encouraged Satan and his long wet tongue washed over her crotch. Her cunt was soon sloppy with doggy saliva as Satan licked at her with greater enthusiasm. He pressed his snout deep into her vulva and his rough tongue explored the folds and crevices of her cunt, occasionally sliding across her clitoris.

"God this is just so fucking depraved," Dale whispered; fascinated by the sight of the heavily made-up mature woman on her hands and knees being tended to by the large dog.

Michele picked up the digital camera and began to take pictures of the sordid scene unfolding before her.

"It's going to get better," Michele giggled.

Ms Jones could not control her response to the continual stimulation and soon her vaginal secretions began to flow in earnest driving Satan into a frenzy. She half-heartedly tried to wriggle her buttocks away from the animal but to her shame she found that the dog was providing her with the best cunnilingus that she had ever experienced and she didn't want him to stop.

Ms Jones stopped struggling and kept still; supplicating herself on her knees as she held onto the base of the bed. Her legs were spread wide and occasionally one of her high-heels would scratch at the floor as she tried to keep her balance as Satan buried his big furry head in her crotch and lapped at her cunt. Satan's pointy red dog-cock was now fully extended from its sheath and was dribbling copious amounts of clear fluid.

Ms Jones was totally unaware of Satan's state of arousal until he reared up and mounted her. She was shocked at this unexpected turn of events and tried to escape him, crawling around on the floor on her knees as Satan held onto her with his forepaws and danced around with her. She felt his rigid penis prodding at her groin as he wrapped his front paws around her. Satan had interpreted Ms Jones submissive position and her vaginal secretions as the classic display of a bitch in heat.

Ms Jones began to cry again; noiseless sobs racked her body as she screamed into the ball-gag and her tears once again ravaged her makeup. She tried helplessly to shake the dog off.

"See how you like it you fucking stuck up bitch!" Michele laughed and her excitement intensified.

Dale glanced quizzically at Michele but he was too engrossed in the bestial action to ask questions about what she meant.

"He's going to fuck her!" Dale exclaimed; his own cock now straining and leaking clear pre-seminal fluid.

With tears streaming down her eyes, Ms Jones twisted and bucked, trying to squirm out from underneath Satan as he humped and clawed at her, his hind legs raked at her legs tearing her pantyhose to tatters and scratching her thighs as he tried to get a better grip; trying vainly to slide his swollen shaft into her sodden vaginal opening. His forepaws slid further up her back, seeking to control her better. Her plump buttocks and sagging breasts jiggled with each of his misfired thrusts. His long red penis dragged across her mound, often coming dangerously close to penetrating her.

Satan was becoming more frustrated as Ms Jones tried to wrestle him off, but he would not be deterred. He pulled himself up hard against the kneeling woman and snarled in her ear and followed it up with a quick nip on her neck which drew a small trickle of blood. The fight was over, Ms Jones realised that any further struggles might cause her serious injuries. The dog was in control; she was helpless to stop him.

Ms Jones sobbed in resignation and with tears running down her cheeks she readied herself to be violated. Shivering in fear, she spread her knees and arched her back, submissively offering herself to Satan. She thrust backwards in anticipation of being penetrated by his dog-cock.

Satisfied with her act of submission, Satan ceased his frantic clawing and scratching and leaned heavily on her back, adjusting his stance for maximum effect. The hot tip of his prick brushed the outer folds of her pubic mound, teasing her and warning her of his impending entry. Ms Jones shivered in revulsion but also anticipation.

Satan's weapon was rock hard, and fully erect, sticking straight out under his furry belly. His large scrotum hung below him, round and full, swaying slowly back and forth. Rigid and red, dripping with pre-seminal fluid, Satan's cock prodded tentatively at the Ms Jones open sex.

He manoeuvred his massive penis in the folds of Ms Jones sopping vagina and inserted the tip between the swollen lips of her labia. She sobbed in humiliation as her labia parted to admit him. The narrow tip of his doggy-cock quickly gave way to the full girth of his invading shaft he gently but forcefully pressed himself in.

Michele and Dale watched in amazement as Ms Jones sex opened to stretch around Satan's immense organ.

Satan's shaft slowly pressed into Ms Jones and she sobbed in pain and fear as his shaft slowly eased into her vagina. She spread her legs to try to better accommodate his huge cock and ease the pain; and then in one swift motion Satan lunged and sank his massive cock up to the hilt inside her vagina in one smooth motion.

The big German Shepard howled with delight as Ms Jones bucked and writhed underneath him and he patiently waited for her to regain her composure and take the weight of his massive body. Ms Jones' heels drummed on the floor as she felt her vagina stretch to accommodate the huge dog-cock buried inside her. She forced her vaginal muscles to relax and then she put her head down on the floor in the final act of submission.

Wrapping his forepaws tightly around Ms Jones rib cage, Satan went into action. Gritting her teeth against the jarring impacts, she gasped with unexpected delight as the big dog hammered his massive cock in and out of her. Her plump buttocks quivered and her breasts slapped back and forth keeping time with his savage thrusts. Her labia dragged along his cock on the out-stroke; and then folded back as he lanced his penis back into her steamy depths.

Satan's full-length strokes pistoned in and out of Ms Jones with increasing speed as he jack-hammered his cock in and out at a furious pace. Satan's driving thrusts were so powerful that Ms Jones nearly lost her balance and she had to hold onto the bedstead, the handcuffs chafing at her wrists. Although she was now being forcefully stimulated by the huge hound, Ms Jones realised that all she could do was provide a steady platform for Satan as he pounded his slick red cock in and out of her.

Ms Jones felt utterly debased but she could not control her body's responses and the dog mounting her was bringing forth exquisite sexual feelings as his thrusting stimulated her swollen clitoris, but she wanted him to finish his vile act and dismount her as soon as possible.

To Ms Jones amazement she felt Satan's cock begin to swell to even larger proportions as his knot expanded inside her, stretching her ravaged and reamed vaginal walls to the limit. She cried, squirmed and bucked underneath him, attempting to dislodge his powerful cock but to no avail. Her struggles proved hopelessly futile. She screamed into the gag as he reached his maximum size, his obscenely huge knot locking their bodies together as he shot powerful jets of dog-semen from his pulsing dog-cock deep inside her body.

Ms Jones' convulsed as a powerful orgasm raged through her. She was sobbing and crying with indignity but she could not stop the waves of sexual pleasure that radiated from her ravaged vagina.

Dale looked down at the attractive mature woman sobbing on her knees before him, her heavy makeup running down her face, her pantyhose in tattered rags, her legs and back scratched and bleeding, mounted by the huge dog who rutted at her in the final throes of orgasm and felt his own arousal peaking. He needed to put his cock into something soon or he would come all over himself.

Satan dismounted Ms Jones but remained locked tail to buttocks with her; joined by the massive knot that was locked in her vagina. Ms Jones was shuddering and moaning with both shame and pleasure.

"Well that was your entrée; now for the main course," Michele murmured, surprised to find that her own panties were soaked at the crotch with arousal.

Dale stood up and reached for Michele but she pushed him away; she was actually so horny that a good fucking was exactly what she needed right now, but she had her son to take care of first.

"Come over to the bed," Michele said and led Dale by the hand to where Mike lay comatose; dressed like a cheap whore.

"Christ Michele! Is that Mike?" Dale exclaimed.

"Yeah; quite the little sex-kitten ain't he?" she smiled back.

"Jesus Michele; I don't know about this?" Dale responded, but his throbbing erection gave away his intentions.

"Oh come on Dale; you fucked me up the arse and you just watched that bitch serviced by a dog! A little bit of transvestite sex should round off the party," she laughed.

Dale looked down at his nephew but didn't see the slim teenaged boy that he talked to only a few days ago. He saw a young transvestite slut wearing heavy makeup, a short skirt, stockings and red high heels.

"Well I guess my nephew is about to become my niece!" Dale said and Michele laughed evilly in response.

"What the fuck!" Dale said and released the restraints on Mike's feet and fell on top of him.

Dale lay on top of the unconscious shemale and lowered his face, breathing in her perfume.

"MMMM he feels just like a girl," he whispered as he kissed Mike passionately.

His tongue explored the compliant lips of his nephew and he slid his tongue under Mike's and then slowly worked it around his slack mouth, flicking and probing. He seized Mike's buttocks and lifted the hem of the leather mini-skirt skirt and caressed Mike's stocking tops. He gyrated his hips against the sensual body trapped underneath him, his tongue working feverishly inside the boy's mouth, his lips crushing Mike's non-responsive lipstick-coated lips. His hands pawed at the boy's soft buttocks and he pulled his lower body harder against him. He dry humped the young shemale; rubbing his cock against his stocking tops and panties.

"Come on Dale; fuck the fairy!" Michele encouraged him.

Ms Jones was on her knees; still joined to the dog by his knot. Michele moved closer to the bed to watch her son get buggered by his uncle and she kicked the dog out of the way. Satan's cock popped out of Ms Jones cunt with an audible plop and doggy semen ran out of her, scalding the scratches on her thighs. She moaned and collapsed on the floor.

Michele ran to the bathroom and returned with a jar of Vaseline.

"Come on Dale; get your cock in him!" she laughed.

Dale lifted Mike's legs up off the bed and put them over his shoulders and pushed two pillows under the soft young buttocks. Michele reached between Dale's legs and applied a thick coat of Vaseline to his turgid penis.

"Careful!" Dale moaned as Michele coated his cock with the thick lubricant; he didn't want to come yet.

He reached down and pulled the comatose boy's panties to one side and the head of his penis slid inside his nephew's tight anus, the lube assisted his entry as his hard cock pushed inside the unyielding sphincter and slid up against the walls of his rectum.

Michele smiled as she watched her son, now dressed as girl; legs up in the air, skirt hiked up, being buggered by his uncle.

Dale started to slowly thrust in and out of the pretty shemale, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he panted and slobbered at his young nephew's soft neck, kissing him and stroking his stockinged thighs.

"God this is just like fucking a virgin!" Dale moaned.

"Fuck the little bastard good; he deserves it after what he's done to me!" Michel replied and began to snap away with the digital camera.

Dale began to fuck the comatose young transvestite harder and faster, his body sweating and glistening with exertion. He thrust in and out of the young boy, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside him, rubbing his balls on his nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke. Then he grasped the young boy's hips and pulled himself hard up against him, thrusting forward and back; jack-hammering himself in and out.

"Fuck I'm coming!!!!" Dale moaned.

He pushed in hard and grated his balls against his nephew's buttocks as he shuddered in release. Dale pulled his the boy harder against him as his cock started to convulse, secreting his hot spend. Spurts of hot seed streamed into Mike's anus as Dale rocked slowly back and forth. Some of Dale's semen flooded out of the boy's sphincter and ran down into the crevice of his buttocks soaking his panties and stocking-tops.

Unconsciously Mike stiffened and then spasmed beneath his uncle and uncontrollably ejaculated into the front of his panties.

"The little pouf just came!" Michele giggled as she snapped away; taking more pictures of Mike being defiled by his own uncle.

Dale took a while to catch his breath and then extricated from his nephews silken-clad limbs. Now that he had climaxed he felt a little revolted by what he has done to the young transvestite. But only a little; he was already thinking about how he would really like to fuck the mature woman who had just been dog-fucked. He also wanted to fuck his sister-in-law again.

"Yeah; I read about that; if you stimulate a guy's prostate gland, you can make him come," Dale said climbing off the bed.

"Well I think we have enough imagery here to blackmail these two for as long as we like," Michele said, a self-satisfied grin on her face.

"I think I like my son dressed like that; and you certainly seemed to enjoy fucking the little girly-boy."

"From now on I think we'll be calling the shots; I'm sure Mike is going to be quite surprised by the sudden turn of events when he eventually wakes up."

"Now, Carolyn; I'm going to untie you and you can get cleaned up and then get dressed back into that nice outfit you wore when you came over here. Later on tonight I think you might get to return the favour, and give my pussy a good licking," Michele said, unlocking the handcuffs restraining Ms Jones to the bed.

"Mike can stay where he is for now; but I'm sure we will have further uses for him when he wakes up. I wonder if Satan would like to mount his master?" she sniggered.

"As for you, brother-in-law of mine; get yourself over here and give me a good seeing too; I'm horny as hell!"

A few minutes later, as Dale slammed himself in and out of his sister in law; doing her doggy style on the bedroom carpet, Michele craned her neck around and asked:

"I wonder if we can get your wife to come over later? She needs a lesson in humility too, don't you think?"

Dale smiled and nodded in agreement.

The End

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