Hanging another Asian slut 4.5 (6)

Posted on June 30, 2025 by riwa

Sequel to Hanging the little slut

Part 1

It was almost 10 pm when a dark blue Chevy Impala pulled into the Quickie Mart. Two biker chicks got out and headed for the door. Rachel was the redhead wearing a black leather jacket covering a black t-shirt with a Harley-Davidson logo. She was also wearing a pair of black leather chaps over her blue jeans.

Next to her strode Toni, a tall, leggy brunette with a shiny black leather top that left a lot of midriff exposed. She wore a black leather skirt with black nylons stamped with white images up her legs. A black bandana adorned her head, with an emblem matching the ones on her nylons. Platform sandals with chunky heels completed the ensemble.

The two were having a night on the town and were interested in beer and munchies. The Quickie Mart just happened to be on their way. They had no idea how one innocent little stop would change the course of the rest of their night.

As soon as they walked inside Toni instantly took notice of the young Asian woman sitting behind the register reading a magazine. Almost immediately she pulled Rachel aside as they headed down an aisle. “What?” Rachel wanted to know.

“Look at the counter,” Toni told her in hushed tones. “See the chick sitting there? Remind you of anyone?”

Rachel looked down the aisle at the cute young woman. “So?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

“Look CLOSER!” Toni urged her, suddenly feeling a growing sense of excitement. “Take a GOOD look!”

“What about her? Toni, what are you gettin’ at?” Rachel just wasn’t making the connection.

“You stupid bitch! How could you possibly forget that little Asian slut bartender at that biker bar seven months back?”

“Her?” Rachel asked in confusion. Then she took another look at the store clerk: black hair down past her shoulders while wearing a t-shirt bearing the emblem of the local college team.

“Oh, HER!” she said. Then she eyed the clerk up and down more closely, admiring the B-cups pushing out under the t-shirt.

“She looks good,” Rachel observed. A moment later she suddenly felt a surge of sexual arousal. “Toni, are you thinking…?”

“I sure am!” her partner in crime replied. “She’s got better looking tits than that other slut we hung. I think they’d look great bouncing around in a noose, don’t you? Besides, you can tell she’s not wearing a bra or anything. Probably waiting for her boyfriend to come pick her up so she can blow him in the back seat of his car, the little slut. She doesn’t look that much taller than that bartender we strung up.”

“We got any rope?” Rachel wanted to know. “We had to leave the other one behind when we left that Asian slut hanging down at the pier with the tide coming in.”

“They’re tearing down the Rossman building,” Toni told her. “There might be some rope in there. Besides, we can hang her from the second floor for the construction workers to find. I’ll bet you a hundred dollars they fuck her corpse and then haul her body down to the landfill. Or have you forgotten how to tie a noose.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything, you bitch!” Then Rachel looked up the aisle again at the clerk who was now looking curiously at them after having gotten concerned why they were standing in one place for so long.

“What do you think?”

“I think she’s hot,” Rachel replied. “You’re right. I think she would look good all strung up.”

“Let’s pay for the beer and chips and then get the hell out of here. We’ll find out when she gets off work. Then we can go get something so we can tie her up.”

“You are one nasty bitch!” Rachel chuckled. “I love your style.”

The two women took a couple of six-packs and some chips up to the counter. The clerk had become less concerned and was waiting to ring up their purchases when they arrived.

“No rest for the weary tonight, eh?” Rachel said to her sympathetically. “You have to work the night shift? I could never work the night shift.”

“Me either,” Toni agreed. “I’d fall asleep in my chair.”

“We don’t work a night shift here,” the young Asian woman told them coldly, not acting at all impressed with a couple of biker chicks in her convenience store. “We close at midnight.”

She woodenly rang the purchases up at the cash register. Toni gave her a twenty and got her change back. “Have a good evening,” Rachel said cheerfully as they waved at her. She just scowled back at them.

“Not very friendly, is she?” Toni observed as they walked out and headed for the car. “She reminds me of that other Asian slut. Are they all like that?”

“Maybe she just doesn’t like biker chicks,” Rachel said with a grin. “That’s ok though. We’ll come back and give her a ride to the Rossman building where we’ll teach her some manners.”

“Let’s go get some rope,” Toni replied with growing excitement. “I can’t WAIT to watch her swing!”

“We’ll make her suffer before we end her misery, hun,” Rachel told her with a wicked chuckle. “This is going to be so much fun. I’d forgotten just how hot it was to hang that slut bartender.” And with that she started up the car. They soon pulled out of the parking lot and roared away.

—

They came back at 11:45, choosing to park in the darkened alley so they could look out and watch the parking lot and traffic. There was a Toyota Corolla parked close by, which they suspected might be hers. Their good fortune was that the clerk’s car was parked quite close to the alley.

The biker chicks waited excitedly, both of them having consumed a couple of beers for some alcoholic encouragement. When midnight came they got out of the vehicle to stand near the edge of the building in the darkness. By now Rachel and Toni were horny as hell.

It wasn’t long until the parking lot got a little darker as the inside lights shining out the glass windows of the convenience store were turned off. The clerk came out five minutes later, locking the main door behind her. Then she walked over to the Toyota, giving the parking lot a quick once-over to make sure she was all alone.

“Now!” Rachel hissed quietly.

She and Toni stepped out of the shadows, hands behind their backs to conceal the instruments of the poor girl’s soon-to-be-kidnapping. The clerk spotted them immediately, stopping just two paces from her driver’s side door. “Damn,” Toni blurted out. “Are we too late to get another six-pack?”

“Sorry; just closed up,” the clerk said in a huff. She wasn’t the least bit interested in being social with either one of them.

“Damnit, I told you not to take so long in the john!” Toni blurted out at Rachel, feigning anger. Then she turned back toward the clerk as they slowly approached. “I don’t suppose you could let us back in for just a quick second could you?”

“I told you I just closed up,” the young woman said in a huff.

“Well now that just won’t do at all,” Rachel said, suddenly grabbing the girl and pulling her arms behind her back.

“Hey! What the hell are you – MMMPH!”

“These are for you, bitch,” Toni chuckled, stuffing a pair of her panties into the girl’s mouth, panties she’d retrieved from her apartment earlier. “Sorry they’re not washed or anything, honey. My boyfriend Butch got me all hot and bothered while wearing them the other day. I hope you don’t mind the taste.”

“MMMMMMMMPH!” The clerk tried to struggle, but both girls held on tight.

“Now hold still, honey,” Rachel told her as they dragged her back into the shadows of the alley and their Impala. “Let me just get your arms tied behind your back.”

“MMMMMM!! MMM – MMMMPH!”

“You’re just another defiant little Asian slut, aren’t you!” she declared. “Honey, that’s going to make it so much better for us! You see… we like to hang defiant Asian sluts. Just ask the last one we hung down at the pier.” Rachel laughed as the poor clerk screamed into the panties in her mouth.

They dragged her behind their car and then opened the trunk. “Don’t get too comfortable back here, bitch,” Toni laughed at her. “You’ll only be in here long enough for us to get you to the Rossman building. You see, we’re preparing a little present for the boys when they go to work tomorrow.”

“MMMMMMMPH!”

“Enjoy the ride, slut,” Rachel laughed as they tossed her into the trunk. Then they slammed the lid shut. They could just make out her muffled screams of fear and outrage.

“Not bad for a simple night’s work,” Toni observed, brushing her hands together with satisfaction. “This is going to be so fuckin’ good!”

They climbed into the vehicle. Rachel started the engine. Then they drove off, leaving for the morning crew of the Quickie Mart the mystery of an employee’s abandoned vehicle…

—

They arrived at the Rossman building and found the gate to the demolition site they’d forced open earlier. They drove inside, pausing long enough to allow Toni to get out and close the gate behind them. Then they drove up to the condemned building and parked the car.

“Are you ready back there for some fun?” Toni called out in the direction of the back seat. There was the faint sound of a muffled scream along with the thumping of feet against the lid of the trunk.

“We’re coming – we’re coming!” Rachel called back to her as she opened the car door. “Don’t be in such a hurry! Don’t worry; we’re just about to get this party started!”

They climbed out, went around back and then opened the trunk. The store clerk screamed at them again in muffled indignation, her eyes wide with fright.

“Oh, we meant what we said back there at the store,” Toni chuckled as they worked at pulling her out of the trunk. “We’re planning a little necktie party for you, honey. We’ve already scoped the place out. We found just what we need right there on the second floor.”

“You’re just going to love it!” her redheaded friend added. “We even brought a few things along to make our time together something special!”

Rachel chuckled sinisterly, holding onto a flashlight as she grabbed the wriggling clerk by the shoulders. Toni used another flashlight as she clung to the frightened girl’s legs. The store clerk grunted as she tried to kick, struggling like crazy. But she was no match for a couple of large, determined biker chicks.

They hauled her over to a door they’d forced open earlier by breaking the lock. They slipped inside, shining their lights around as they hauled her over to the stairs and then up to the second floor. They finally entered a darkened interior room, laying her down upon the wooden floor where she continued screaming out in muffled cries.

She grunted in alarm as her kidnappers lit a couple of matches. Then they began going around the room lighting candles they’d already set up just for the occasion. She huffed and puffed in growing horror as the room began to light up.

It wasn’t long until she saw a five gallon bucket standing upside down in the middle of the room. Its presence made no sense to her at all… that is, until she looked up. That’s when she caught sight of the hangman’s noose ominously hanging down from a bare beam overhead. Her eyes went wide in horror as she began to scream again.

“Mood lighting,” Toni chuckled as she lit the last of the candles. “It gives the place a little atmosphere, don’t you think?”

She turned to smile at their writhing, wriggling captor, only to see her looking up at the dangling coil of rope in wide-eyed horror. “I think she finally gets it,” she observed with a chuckle. “That’s right, honey. That noose is made for you to go dancin’ in.”

“I hope she appreciates the work we went through to get this place ready for her,” Rachel remarked as she looked all around at the candles they’d lit. “Besides, we need to have the right ambience in here just so we can appreciate a good Asian hanging.” That’s when the poor girl let out another muffled cry of horror.

“C’mon, slut,” Toni said as she went over and helped the store clerk to her feet. “We got it all ready for you. The least you can do is show us your appreciation by trying it out.” The poor thing cried out again in terror, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Now don’t worry about it, honey,” Rachel told her as they helped her over to the white plastic bucket. “We’re pros; we’ve done this before. We would have hung you down by the pier like last time. But this is much better, don’t you think? This place is nice and cozy, and we shouldn’t be interrupted. This way we can take our time with you. Don’t you agree?”

The clerk cried out in horror, her screams remaining muffled as they helped her up onto the bucket. Then Rachel carefully looped the noose around her neck. The poor thing tried to scream… and then promptly wet herself, soaking her jeans.

“Now would you look at that,” Toni observed, shaking her head at the stain in the poor girl’s crotch. “That won’t do at all.”

She unbuttoned the stained jeans and then opened the zipper. The store clerk whimpered as Toni slowly pulled down the jeans. The girl shuffled around on her sneakers as Toni pulled them off one leg at a time.

“Well, those will never do either,” Rachel observed with a scowl. “She can’t be wearing shoes when she hangs, can she? We want to see her bare feet.” Toni agreed, bending down to work them off her feet as well.

The store clerk let out muffled whimpers as one shoe was pulled off and then the other along with her socks. In no time at all she was left standing on the bucket in her bare feet, t-shirt and red panties, trembling with fright.

“Shirt?” Toni asked her partner in crime.

“Let’s see what she looks like first,” Rachel said with a grin. “Hang on and enjoy yourself, slut, ‘cause this is only your first time up.” Then she and Toni grabbed onto the end of the rope and pulled.

The terrified store clerk was instantly lifted up off the bucket. Her bare feet instinctively fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. Then her legs began kicking and flailing like crazy as she let out muffled grunts and gurgles. Her breasts bounced erotically underneath her t-shirt, confirming she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Bring her down – bring her down!” Rachel gasped with delight. “We don’t want to hang her all at once, do we? We want this one to last awhile.”

They quickly let her back down, helping to get her feet back onto the white plastic, five-gallon bucket. The store clerk’s knees almost buckled as she whimpered through the panties gagging her mouth. She trembled from the breathless agony of the noose temporary constricting her neck.

Toni gave her a sympathetic look. “Tell you what, honey,” she said with a smile. “You don’t scream and I’ll take those nasty tasting panties out of your mouth. How’s that sound?” The poor girl whimpered as she nodded weakly… anything to be able to breathe clearly through her mouth.

Toni reached over and started to pull them out. No sooner had she removed them when the store clerk tried to scream bloody murder. But she couldn’t make a decent sound after she’d been partially strangled. Her cries came out all choked and raspy.

“Fuckin’ slut!” Rachel snarled as she leaned on the rope again. Toni reached over to help her.

The poor clerk was taken up off the bucket for a second time. She gawked as the noose took her weight once again. Her feet fluttered in vain for the bucket standing several inches below her.

Her eyes got big as she choked and gurgled. Then she started kicking again. Her legs went flying everywhere as she gagged and grunted.

End part 1

2013; 2021 (written Mar 12 ’13; ed. Oct 8 ‘21 by riwa)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Posted on June 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming July rewards

A celebrity tries Victor’s guillotine

Four minutes for free

The Forest Ripper

Santamos Island birthday

A night of hangings

Heat of the moment

A couple of shorts

Latex and nooses 3

Guillotine night at the club

AF’s Bad Dreams

Executing the infidel

Payback time

May stories/rewards will fall off at the end of June to make room for July rewards.

Mom has gotten some much-needed help this month with her back. As a result, she is moving around much, much better. Now she gets up with a lot less pain, although she wisely avoids the sofa. But her car is acting up again. There is a concern that mice have been nibbling on the wires in her engine once more. She’s been having mouse problems for a while now, but I hear she’s not the only one having issues with them little critters around here. And to add to all that, we had a wicked hail storm a couple weeks ago. There was a lot of damage, and it shredded some corn fields and the leaves off a lot of trees.

I guess I’ve finally reached “that age”. I don’t know what age it is supposed to be, but for me it means I’ll be going in to have cataract surgery at the end of this month. Mom had that done about twenty years ago, and said it was no big deal. And of course, 20 years of medical advances means mine will no doubt be even less of a hassle. It sounds like I’ll be spending more time doing paperwork and waiting than the time of the actual surgery.

Since I don’t know how my eyes will be affected, I plan on having next month’s stories uploaded in advance before I go in for surgery. Patreon has a nice feature where I can make uploads and then schedule them to pop out on certain dates. That way I don’t forget my uploads. And at my age I’ve noticed my “forgetter” has been acting up a lot more than it used to. So my goal is to get all the stories uploaded around the end of the month so you will get them in a timely manner on the dates I schedule.

June’s been a crazy, crazy month; hasn’t it? It sure feels like something big is coming, doesn’t it? I hope all of you are doing well. I’m so very appreciative of all of you. Please take real good care of yourselves and your families. And thank you so very, very much for being my patrons.

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The widow 3.6 (19)

Posted on June 23, 2025 by riwa

I first met Mr. and Mrs. Baker when I was contracted to mow their lawn. They had a rather large one, which took me three hours to mow. It also had an in-ground pool in the back yard.

I often saw them sipping drinks on the patio while they were watching me. Several times, I saw Mrs. Baker in the water. She usually wore an attractive bikini whenever she was swimming.

After a while, I got to know them better. Mr. Baker was 57, while Ida was ten years younger. They seemed very loving and affectionate toward each other.

There were times when they invited me to come swim in their pool. At first, I turned them down, feeling a bit uncomfortable. But Ida explained that it was only good manners to accept their offer and to come enjoy their pool every once in a while. So I began bringing my suit over and going for a swim a couple times a month, usually right after I had finished mowing their lawn

When Mr. Baker was 58, he suffered a heart attack and a partial stroke. He could not get around nearly as much as he used to. But he was still attentive to his wife, at least as much as was possible in his condition.

One day after mowing their lawn, I found myself sitting in a chair at the patio table in my suit. I was enjoying a beer with Myron as Mrs. Baker used the pool.

We watched as she did a lot of submerging and breath-holding. She was still quite attractive, looking as though she was only in her mid to late 30’s. That yellow bikini of hers certainly had a disturbing effect on me.

Myron finally leaned over and smiled as he told me, “She fancies you; did you know that?”

I was taken aback. “She does what?”

“She really likes you, Peter. She enjoys watching you when you’re in the water. She finds you charming and handsome.”

I blushed as I told him, “Mr. Baker, I’m shocked! I didn’t mean to, uh…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it son,” he said with a dismissive wave. “I can’t please her like I used to. I know I don’t have much longer for this earth. So I told her to feel free to take on the occasional lover.” Damn; was he referring to me now??

I watched as she turned and smiled at us. Then she submerged in a small cloud of bubbles. That’s when I told him, “Really, Mr. Baker? I thought she loved you.”

“Oh she does, son; she really does. But she still has needs this body of mine can no longer fulfill. Hell, just watching her swim in the nude gets this old ticker to beating much faster than it’s supposed to.”

So she swam in the nude a lot; eh? That piece of info did me no favors at all.

I shook my head as she rolled over onto her back along the bottom. Bubbles came up out of her nose. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. I had to make myself not develop a mental picture her in the nude.

“Our kids have grown and moved away,” he went on with sadness. “They now have jobs and kids of their own. We don’t see them nearly as often as we’d like. Maybe that’s why we enjoy having you come mow our lawn and visit every week. I originally built the pool for them. But Ida’s the only one who uses it now… well, you and Ida, and the occasional young man she brings over. So we’re grateful for the time you spend with us.”

There was so much about them I hadn’t known before now. So I just smiled and nodded. I was glad I could bring a small amount of pleasantness into their lives.

I checked my watch and realized I needed to be getting to my next yard. I thanked him for the beer. Then I stood up and said my goodbyes to Ida once she’d surfaced before leaving.

I had no idea that would be the last time I would ever see or speak to Myron…

—

That fall I went to the funeral and said my goodbyes. Then I hugged Mrs. Baker. I told her if there was anything I could do, not to hesitate to call. She just nodded with tears in her eyes.

—

Next spring I was back to mowing her yard. But she wasn’t quite the same. Myron’s death had hit her pretty hard.

One day I stayed to visit with her after finishing her lawn. She sighed as she looked at the pool. There was no breeze; not a single ripple caressed the surface.

“I don’t swim like I used to,” she said in the direction of the water. “I just don’t have the desire anymore. It’s been so hard now that Myron’s gone.”

“He once told me you… that you found other ways to, uh… to enjoy life…” I wanted to encourage her, but I didn’t know how to phrase that particular part of her life.

She sighed. “I… I haven’t in a long time. I mean… I don’t know…”

“Is there anything I can do, Mrs. Baker? Anything at all? Would it help if I swam with you in the pool for a few minutes?”

I saw a flicker of life in her pupils. She seemed astonished I would even offer something like that. “Would you, Peter? Would you really? I got the impression that you… that you didn’t want… didn’t want to swim with me.”

“It was hard for me back then, Mrs. Baker… especially with your husband watching. I didn’t think it would be respectful. But I did enjoy seeing you in the water. I know Myron sure did.”

“You did?” Her eyes brightened even more.

I looked at my watch and saw it was getting late. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Baker. I need to get going so I can finish the rest of my lawns for the day. When would you like me to come back and swim with you?”

Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when she replied, “Would tonight be too soon?”

She seemed so hopeful that I didn’t want to disappoint her. So I told her, “Not at all, Mrs. Baker. I can come back tonight.”

We stood up and hugged. I told her I’d be back as soon as my lawns were done. She seemed much more cheerful when I left.

—

She was waiting for me out in the backyard when I arrived. She was wearing a yellow bikini I’d seen many times before. It caused a rather unintended reaction on a certain part of my body.

“Good choice, Mrs. Baker,” I said with a smile as I walked up to her.

“What did you bring to wear, Peter?” she asked in reply. “Nothing, I hope.” Her remark made my dick stir even more in my shorts.

“Your husband told me you enjoyed watching me swim, Mrs. Baker. So I brought my baggy green trunks…”

“Oh those things?” she interrupted with a heavy sigh and a dismissive wave.

“Well… I also brought these.”

I blushed as I pulled out a pair of red speedos. The idea of wearing them around her was a little embarrassing. But I was resigned to putting them on for her, so long as it cheered her up.

Her face brightened immediately. “Good choice, Peter. If I can’t have you naked, those will do just fine. You can change inside in the guest bathroom.”

I felt my cock stirring as I went in to change. I mentally told myself to try and behave. After all, I was just here to cheer up Mrs. Baker. But despite her age, she still looked quite attractive in that yellow bikini.

She was in the water when I emerged from the house. She eyed me the whole time as I walked over and climbed onto the diving board. I felt like a gazelle under the watchful eye of a lioness.

I dove in and swam up to her. “Wonderful choice, Peter!” she panted. “You have no idea what that suit’s doing to me right now.”

“I can imagine,” I replied without even considering how those words might come across.

“Oh, can you now?”

She playfully submerged, only to run a hand across my crotch. My cock twitched at her caress. She came up and smiled, which did my heart good to see her playful expression.

We dove to the bottom together. Then we started swimming along the floor of the pool. Our hands reached out and caressed each other’s body as we passed by.

We surfaced together, panting for breath. She finally exhaled with a happy sigh. “Oh, Peter; it’s been so long. You make me feel alive again. The attention from a young man is wonderful!”

I blushed before we submerged again, bottoming out while holding hands as we faced each other. Then we embraced. She humped my growing bulge, and I blushed even more. By now I was so aroused that I was sure she’d noticed.

We parted and swam around each other again, our hands reaching out to caress each other as we swam on by. We finally surfaced and gasped for breath. That’s when she climbed into my lap.

We filled our lungs and submerged together, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. She gently humped my growing bulge until I was nice and stiff. Then she kissed me.

It was incredibly erotic. But I was quickly reminded of the fact she was supposedly still in mourning. I didn’t want to take advantage of that fact.

We pulled apart and swam around the bottom again. Once more, we got rather handsy with each other. Then we surfaced together.

She came over, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Then she pulled back, panting breathlessly. “Oh, Peter. I’ve needed this for so long.”

It occurred to me this could quickly get out of hand if I wasn’t careful. How was I to gently explain my concerns to her?

“Mrs. Baker, I… I don’t want to… I mean… I shouldn’t, uh… take advantage… ”

She paused to look at me curiously as we tread water. Then she reached out and found my bulge, causing me to twitch at her touch. She smiled as she replied, “But you want to; is that it?”

“Mrs. Baker… Ida… I just want to, uh… treat you with respect.”

“Myron told me about that discussion you two had while I was in the pool… that he knew I fancied you. Do you remember that?”

I blushed again as I replied, “Vividly.”

Her eyes twinkled with amusement as we moved over by the ladder. Then she hesitantly asked, “Can I… can I show you something, Peter?”

“Anything you want.”

She smiled as she reached back and unclasped her bikini top. It fell off her arms and drifted in the water. Then she smiled hesitantly as though waiting for me to make the next move.

I moved close and submerged, taking a nipple in my mouth. I gently sucked as I caressed her other mound, figuring she would like that. I heard a sigh up at the surface before she submerged with me.

I worked on both nipples, licking and sucking. She moaned up bubbles. Then we kissed each other deeply, bubbles escaping through our pursed lips.

We drifted up until our heads emerged. She panted, “Gawd; I’ve needed that for so long! Now can I show you something else?”

“Anything you want, Ida.”

She smiled as she slowly worked her bikini bottoms down her legs. They came off her feet and also drifted away. I noticed she kept her crotch neatly trimmed after all these years.

I can recognize an invitation when I see one. So I submerged and parted her legs. I pulled her under so she’d have to hold her breath right along with me. Then I moved my head between her thighs and started to lick.

She let out little bubbly grunts and cries. I felt her stiffen a couple of times as she humped against my face. It pleased me to know I was making her feel good. It was also an incredible turn-on.

I let her go and we surfaced together. She panted, “Oh gawd! I haven’t experienced that in… ages!”

She inhaled deeply before she submerged again. I followed her down toward the bottom of her pool. When I got close, I grabbed her, spread her legs, and then worked on her slit again while reaching up to grope and fondle her breasts.

She went over backwards until she was virtually horizontal in the middle of the deep end. I gave it my very best effort, as I really wanted to please her. Her legs wrapped around me, trying to hold my head in place. She moaned and grunted as she humped my face.

We stayed at it for as long as our lungs held out. Then we surfaced for another breath. She came up panting like crazy.

I got her to turn around and float face down at the surface. Then I submerged between her legs and went to work again. My hands found her hanging mounds underneath her body, and I caressed and massaged them as I worked on her slit with my tongue.

She moaned and bubbled as she reached below to hold my hands up against her breasts. I licked and tongued until she clenched and stiffened. Then I heard a bubbly cry as she shuddered a little.

We both went upright, treading water at the surface to catch our breath. Ida came close and kissed me passionately. When we pulled apart, she sighed, “Thank you, Peter. I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

She reached down and checked my speedos to see how aroused I’d become. It was more than a little obvious. Then she smiled as she told me, “Now it’s your turn to show ME something, Peter. Is that ok with you?”

I smiled as I replied, “Anything you want, Ida.” That’s when she filled her lungs and submerged.

She grabbed my speedos and fought to get them down off my legs, pulling me down in the process. My cock sprang hard and free as we neared the bottom of the pool. She grabbed it and began kissing, licking and stroking it before hungrily putting it into her mouth.

She was incredibly talented. Of course, a woman with her years probably had a lot of experience. It felt absolutely wonderful.

She sucked for as long as her lungs held out. Then we both surfaced again. “Gawd, Peter; you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you! Now let’s get back to the bottom!”

We headed back down until I reached the pool floor first. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and sucked, the two of us floating horizontally. She gobbled me down as we drifted in place.

We were starting to rise back up when I released some air. That helped us drift downward. Ida sucked my cock like she was a slut in her early twenties.

She lost little spurts of air out past her lips. It was incredibly erotic the way she took me deep into her mouth. She sure tried to swallow a lot of me.

She finally came off and headed for the surface. I followed her up, hoping she was doing ok. For the moment, I seemed to be holding my breath longer than she was.

Our heads emerged, and we gasped for breath. “Oh, Peter!” she panted. “Gawd, you… you have no idea… I’ve been so lonely that I… let’s go down again!”

She smiled as she grabbed my dick. I gave one of her breasts a healthy grope. Then we both took deep breaths before submerging.

When I reached the bottom, I got my legs underneath me as I stood upright. Mrs. Baker bent over as her feet came in contact with the pool floor. Then she really started sucking.

I held her hands at my sides to help steady her, releasing enough air to make myself neutrally buoyant. She took me deep, eased off, and then took me deep again. Sexy bubbles came out around my cock between her lips.

For a while there, I thought I was going to be able to hold off. But she cupped my balls with one hand, massaging them as she gobbled me deeper. It felt like my cock hit the back of her throat. That’s what did it.

My release rose up within me until I was spurting into her mouth. It felt as though I was shooting load after load. I don’t think I’ve ever given anyone that much cum during a blowjob before.

She never once took me out of her mouth. Instead, she appeared to swallow it all. A wisp of my cream did slip out past her lips. Then she pulled away and headed for the surface.

I followed her up until our heads popped up and we gasped for breath. I admiringly panted, “Ida, that was incredible! I had no idea!”

She gave me a sly smile as she replied, “We didn’t put the pool in just for the kids, you know. We did quite a few… interesting things in it, Peter. And Myron probably told you there was a time or two when I brought someone over for a swim during his health issues and did things like… well… like what we’re doing now.”

I smiled as I nodded, “Yeah, Myron kinda mentioned something like that.”

Her smile faded, and she became a little wistful. “He was concerned about making sure my needs were being met. At the time, I didn’t think I had that much desire for any kind of sexual activity. But he was incapacitated… and he was so loving and encouraging that I… well… I found time for a couple of encounters. But I just couldn’t make myself do it all that much.”

I smiled at her. She gave me a quick kiss. Then she told me, “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you? Myron said I should have gone for it some time ago. But he also said you might not have felt comfortable about it… respecting our marriage and all.”

“Back then, I don’t think I could have, Ida… God rest his soul.”

She checked my cock again. It was at half-staff. She smiled as she told me, “Peter, can I show you something else? This is something I’ve really wanted to do for you for a long time now.”

I was enjoying the things she was “showing me”. So I told her, “Sure, Ida. Show me anything you’d like.”

She motioned… “Stay right here.”

She took a deep breath and submerged. Ida made it all the way to the pool floor. She hooked the bottom of the ladder with one foot. Then incredibly, she started masturbating right there below me.

I watched as she played with her breasts while working her crotch. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back at her. I could tell she’d done this many times before, judging from how well she stayed down and how much she was enjoying herself.

She really threw herself into it. Had she stopped enjoying herself right after Myron died? Was this the first time after his passing that she’d submerged to touch herself like that?

My cock started to stiffen again. She smiled as she touched herself even more. Was she doing it for me or for herself? Maybe it really didn’t matter.

She amazed me by staying down for a long time. Ida’s chest started heaving a little, and bubbles began spewing out of her mouth. Then she rose up, got her legs underneath her, and shot up to the surface.

She burst up panting loudly for breath. Then she gasped, “What do you think? Did little Peter like that?”

She reached out and grabbed my erection, confirming how hard I’d become. I smiled as I replied, “What do you think?”

“I think he did.” Then she chuckled as she filled her lungs and submerged.

She swam all the way back down to the pool floor. Once more, Ida hooked her foot around the bottom rung of the ladder. Then she began masturbating again.

I filled my lungs and submerged, my cock stiff again. I stood upright as I grabbed the ladder to help myself stay down. Then I smiled at her as I joined her by stroking myself.

She reached up with one foot and touched my erection. Then she brought up her other foot. She held my cock between the soles of her feet, fingering herself while groping one of her breasts as she released a few bubbles. It was such an incredible turn-on.

I watched as she began to struggle to hold her breath. Seeing her chest heave as she lost even more of the air in her lungs was quite erotic. Then she headed for the surface.

I headed up with her until we burst up gasping for breath. “Oh Peter!” she panted excitedly. “Now I really want to show you something!”

I smiled as I asked, “What do you want to show me this time?”

“This,” she replied as she climbed into my lap, impaling herself on my erection.

We both took a deep breath. Then we submerged together. We used the ladder to work our way down toward the bottom of her pool.

She embraced me, kissing me fiercely. I was left holding onto the ladder to help keep us down. Enough bubbles slipped out of our noses until it was no longer necessary.

We just stayed like that for the longest time, our lips pressed together. It felt as though she was tongue-fucking me. I responded in kind, and more bubbles were released as we moaned.

There wasn’t much movement. It was as though we were simply trying to see how long we could hold our breath while I was inside her. Occasionally I felt her clench, and I would respond with the smallest of thrusts.

She reached the point where she was struggling to hold her breath again. It turned me on so much that I stiffened even more inside her, if that were possible. She started to ride me, and I returned the favor by thrusting in and out of her a little harder.

She began losing more air as her chest heaved. I grabbed her ass with both hands as I thrust into her. She really moaned and bubbled.

I finally grabbed the ladder and worked us back to the surface. I was still inside her when our heads emerged. “That was a long one!” she panted breathlessly. “Gawd; I think you liked that too!”

“I did,” I replied with a silly grin.

Her eyes twinkled merrily. “What? The way I rode your cock? Or the way I struggled to hold my breath?”

“Well, I…”

“That’s what I thought. Deep breath, Peter!”

We both inhaled deeply. Then she wrapped her arms around me as I worked us down the ladder. This time, she started riding me more aggressively.

We reached the bottom with her in my lap. She squeezed me as she rode me, and I thrust in and out of her in return. We tongue-fucked each other as we grunted our pleasure.

Bubbles came out of our noses as we fucked at the bottom of her pool. Had she really done this type of thing with Myron all those years? It was kind of a thrill, knowing she’d wanted me in a similar manner. Now her fantasy had become a reality. I know I was certainly enjoying myself.

I noticed when her chest started heaving again. I started to work her up, only for her to grab a rung and stop me. She grunted and bubbled as she rode me enthusiastically.

I thrust harder, shamefully enjoying how hard she was pushing her limits. There was a sudden burst of air out of her mouth. Then she broke away and shot up to the surface.

I followed her up, panting heavily for breath. Little Peter was disappointed he hadn’t gotten to cum inside her just yet. But I suspected it wouldn’t be much longer, at least not at the rate we were enjoying each other.

We were up at the surface for a couple of minutes. “Now I’ve got something else I want to show you and Little Peter,” Ida said with a seductive grin. Then she filled her lungs and submerged.

I saw her swim down to the bottom of the pool. She stood on her feet next to the ladder. Then she bent over at the waist before looking up at me. Clearly, it was another invitation.

I filled my lungs to capacity before submerging to join her. I reached the bottom and entered her from behind. Then I started thrusting.

Ida grunted and bubbled with each thrust. I could feel her womanhood clenching hungrily around my quivering pole. Then she stretched her arms behind her.

I grabbed her wrists for support. Then I really started thrusting into her. She moaned, “Oh, Peter!” as her body shook, her breasts wobbling sexily as they hung beneath her.

She surprised me by staying down longer than I’d anticipated. So I tried to take my time while enjoying her. She seemed to love the way I was holding onto her while thrusting in and out.

She lost a burst of bubbles before disengaging. I followed her up until we burst up gasping for breath. Then she climbed into my lap, once more impaling herself on my dick.

I tried to hold off because I wanted it to last. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Then she panted, “I can’t believe it! I thought it had left me! Peter, you’re helping to bring it all back. Now let’s swim back down so you can take me from behind like you really want me.”

We both inhaled deeply. Then we submerged to swim down to the pool floor. Ida grabbed the ladder and bent over at the waist, once more offering herself to me.

For a second time, I pushed my way into her from behind. Then I grabbed her wrists for leverage. I pumped her nice and slow, enjoying how good it felt while she moaned and bubbled.

We were down for quite a while. I think it was one of our longer breath-holds. Maybe it was because of the way we were enjoying each other.

We finally disengaged and headed for the surface. We burst up gasping like crazy. “Peter, I felt you stiffen inside me every time I grunted or bubbled. And you stiffened inside me when I was struggling to hold my breath before we surfaced. Do you like it when I struggle?”

“Mrs. Baker… Ida…” Then I blushed as I added, “Maybe a little.”

“Myron was the same way,” she panted as she stroked me, making sure I didn’t soften. “We used to have so much fun that I…”

She paused, becoming a little wistful again. Had our conversation brought up a painful memory?

“Peter, I’m so close that I think I’m ready. This time, I want to stay down until we both cum. Is that ok with you?”

“Of course,” I replied. “But what if you run out of breath first?”

She gave me a sly smile as she said, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you a signal.”

“What signal?”

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t miss it. Are you ready, Peter?”

I nodded, and we both took long, deep breaths. Then we submerged and swam down to the bottom.

I was standing on the bottom when she changed positions on me. She climbed into my lap and impaled herself. Then she went over backwards.

I felt her clench around my manhood inside her. It caused me to thrust in and out. I heard a bubbly “Fuck me, Peter!” So I thrust harder in and out of her.

She slid a hand down and began working her nub. She rode me harder as she bubbled, “Fuck me, Peter!” Then she closed her eyes as though concentrating on how good it felt.

She released bubbles until there was no way we were going to drift upward. She kept grunting as she thrust against me. She winced as she bubbled, “FUCK ME, PETER!” Then she really worked her nub.

I threw all caution to the wind and started to hammer her. She bubbled out, “Yes – yes – YES!” She was so enthusiastic that I could hold back no longer.

My balls swelled until I was shooting load after load deep inside her. She let out a bubbly cry as she began to shudder. I thought her lungs were straining, but it certainly looked as though she was cumming.

I heard a bubbly “FUCK!”, which was immediately followed by a flush of bubbles. Then she really started to go into spasms. It was so damned erotic that I kept pumping inside her as she milked me dry.

For a brief moment, it looked as though she was drowning. It was incredibly erotic. Then she sort of went limp in my grasp and…

Oh fuck, she really WAS drowning!

It took a couple of moments to pull out of her as she was still clenching tightly around my shaft. Then I hurried her up to the surface. She was still limp, and she didn’t move or release a single bubble.

Arousal gave way to fright as I hefted her up against the edge of the pool, on the verge of lifting her out of the water. Maybe it jarred her, because water came spewing out of her mouth. A moment later, she started coughing.

“Mrs. Baker…Ida?? What the hell was that? I didn’t see a signal!”

Her coughing died off, and she took a deep breath. She finally replied, “Yes you did… my dear boy.” She had a faraway look in her eyes.

“What signal, Ida?”

“Me pretending to swallow water. Well, this time I wasn’t pretending so much.”

“Ida, are you crazy?”

She thought about it for a long moment. “You know? I really don’t know how to answer that one, Peter.”

“Were you trying to be erotic? Or were you trying to pull some damned stunt to reunite with Myron?”

She lowered her head. “I think that part did cross my mind a little, Peter, if I was to be perfectly honest with myself. But I did it mostly for you… and for myself. Myron didn’t let me pull that stunt in the pool very often, especially since I usually did end up accidentally swallowing a little water now and then.”

“And for damn good reason, Ida!”

“Oh, Peter. I’m sorry I scared you. Maybe I was thinking of Myron. Maybe I was so excited being here with you that I wanted to… well… you know.”

“Are you going to be all right?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never felt better, Peter. I think you brought something out in me tonight.”

“Well, maybe I’d better take you into the house and put you to bed, just to be on the safe side.”

“Ok – ok; I know when I’ve been a bad girl. I’m sorry, Peter. But I did enjoy it. And I hope you enjoyed it too.”

“I… well, I…” Now it was my turn to lower my head and blush.

She just chuckled. It was good to hear how amused she was. I was glad to see her happy for a change.

I smiled as I told her, “No more drowning tonight. Let’s get you out of the pool and into the house.” She just chuckled again.

We both got out of the water and dried off. Then I gallantly picked her up and carried her inside. But I could not help wondering if tonight was going to be a one-off event in her pool, or if it might prove to be the first of many more such encounters.

2022 (written Sep 16 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by JustPaul’s renders.)

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A mother and daughter fighting over Tony 4.6 (34)

Posted on June 16, 2025 by riwa

Mom and I have been fighting over men ever since my college days.

I still remember the first time it happened. I took Henry home to meet mother. The next day after my last class, I could not find him anywhere.

I tried calling and texting. But there was no answer. So I went home.

Imagine my shock when I caught him in mom’s bedroom. Henry was naked, lying flat on his back. Mom was impaled on his shaft, riding him like a cowboy.

I broke up with Henry shortly after that. I met another boy I liked. But when I took him home to meet mom, he ended up fucking her before the week was out.

All my college boyfriends were like that. I even complained about it to mom. She said it wasn’t her fault they kept coming on to her. What else was she supposed to do?

I didn’t believe that for a second. In some way, I think she was jealous. She was getting older, while I still had my youth.

I started doing one-night stands, figuring mom would try to nail them after I’d used them. And I was right. Once mom found out about them, she had to have them too.

I didn’t know what else to do. So I started going after mom’s boyfriends. It wasn’t that hard.

She gave me hell for it. I told her I was only doing to her what she kept doing to me. She wasn’t the least bit sorry.

One day, I caught her with a guy I was seeing. After he left, I took her nylons and strangled her with them. She passed out, which scared me half to death.

When she came back around, I warned her. I told her I would kill her the next time I caught her fucking one of my guys. But she still refused to take any responsibility, blaming me for everything.

Afterwards, there were a few times I caught her fucking someone in her house while they were choking or strangling her. She seemed to like having rough sex. I wondered if it was because of that one time I had choked her with her nylons. A part of me hoped someone would one day strangle her to death during sex.

Once, I was fucking a guy she really liked. She came home unexpectedly and caught me riding him in her bed. So she came up behind me and strangled me with one of her stockings.

I clenched around the guy’s cock inside me until I passed out. The last thing I remember was cumming incredibly hard. Mother never did apologize for it.

After that day, I introduced erotic asphyxiation into my sex life. If mom’s guys loved doing it to her, I made sure they did it to me as well. And I tried to be even sexier about it than she was.

I finally moved out and got my own place. From then on, I tried to be more discreet about who I fucked and who I allowed to meet my mother. But there were exceptions.

Some guys were kind of lousy in bed. Those were the ones I introduced to mother. I didn’t care if she fucked them or not.

Things took a strange turn when I met Tony. He was close to mom’s age, and they were both dating. But he was masculine as hell, and I fell for him the first time I saw him.

I snuck into mom’s house when he was there so I could watch them going at it. He was really rough on mom. He choked and strangled her until she passed out.

I finally met Tony and invited him over to my place. It didn’t take long for him to figure out I was mom’s daughter. But that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

We really went at it in my bedroom. He choked and strangled the shit out of me. But I came like gangbusters.

Unfortunately, things didn’t change much. He kept dividing his time between mom and I. I was jealous as hell. Didn’t he realize I was younger and a much better catch?

One day I went over and caught them having sex again. This time, mom was riding him in bed with a noose around her throat. The rope went up into an eyebolt in the ceiling and came down in Tony’s hand.

He kept pulling on it, strangling her as she bounced up and down on his prick. I mentally urged him to strangle the fucking bitch to death. But he never went quite that far.

The next time he came over, I had a noose all set up in my bedroom. He looked at me and smiled. “You’ve been coming over to watch your mother and I fuck; haven’t you?”

I just smiled coyly as I told him, “Wouldn’t you like some younger meat to have fun with?”

“Indeed I would.”

We climbed into my bed where he took full advantage of the noose I’d set up. At first, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. It hurt like hell, and I couldn’t breathe.

Soon, it turned into all those other times where I’d been choked or strangled during sex. Being unable to breathe made the sensations shoot straight to my clit. I found myself cumming up a storm as his spunk leaked out of my pussy.

He still split his time between mom and I. I did everything I could think of to keep him. But he loved going over and fucking my mother too.

One day, mom came over and caught us in bed together. I was riding him again, the noose around my throat, and my hands tied behind my back. I knew it was her when she screamed, “You cheap little whore!”

She grabbed the rope out of his hands and jerked me upward. It both frightened and excited me. The last thing I heard was Tony telling my mother, “You’re making your daughter cum; you know that, don’t you?” Then my orgasm battered me senseless.

When I awakened, Tony and mom were gone while I was lying in bed. But the noose was still around my neck, my hands still tied behind my back. It took me half an hour before I finally freed myself.

The showdown came a week later. Mom came over and demanded I stop seeing Tony. I told her she was a slut, and I suggested she should stop seeing him. She responded by slapping my face.

“You cheap little whore. I know what we should do. Let’s go over to Tony’s and let him decide.”

I agreed. So she drove us over in her car. But on the drive over, I questioned how I was going to get home if she got angry and refused to drive me back.

We both pounded on his door until he answered. He was angry, wondering what we were both doing there. We told him he had to make a choice. One of us had to go.

He seemed annoyed. Then he appeared to think it over. He finally let us inside.

Mom and I were none too happy. We wanted an answer out of him… and right away. He told us there was only one way to decide something like this.

Mom smiled as she asked, “The Hanging Room?” He nodded in reply.

I’d never been to Tony’s house before. So I didn’t know anything about this so-called ‘Hanging Room’. It made me jealous that mom knew more about him than I did.

He took us to a back room. There were all sorts of accessories in there. Mom acted like she’d seen it all before.

What caught my attention were the two nooses hanging from two pulleys up in the ceiling. I glowered at mom as I asked, “You’ve been back here?”

“Many times, you cheap little whore.” She seemed proud about it.

“Slut! I should have known.”

Tony made us strip. Mom’s tummy was starting to get bigger with age. I still couldn’t figure out why Tony couldn’t decide between us, when it should have been an obvious choice.

He went and got some sort of hood to wear. He said he wanted to look the part. Mom encouraged him by telling him to make sure he executed me good and proper.

Tony began by tying mother’s hands behind her back. Then she smirked at me, “You’re not going to be able to cut it, you cheap little whore. I can stand being in the noose a helluva lot longer than you’ll ever be able to.”

“You’re getting old, mom. You know I can outlast a slut like you at everything: hanging or sex.”

“Let’s find out, you cheap little whore.”

Tony tied my arms behind my back. Then mom deliberately walked up to the noose on her right. To show I wasn’t afraid, I walked right up to the noose on the left.

“You can hang her to death if you want, Tony. She’s a cheap little whore; she means nothing to me.”

“Go ahead and hang my mom, Tony. She may be getting older. But I’ll bet those sagging boobs will bounce real nice for you.”

“Whore!”

“Slut!”

Tony snugged mom’s noose up tight. A part of me really wanted to watch her hang to death. I was excited and dripping.

Next, Tony snugged my noose good and tight. Mom just grinned at me. “She deserves it, Tony. Hang the whore!”

“You two bitches sure do hate each other.”

“My slut mother deserves to hang, Tony.”

“You can give my daughter a flying fuck as she hangs, Tony… so long as it’s the last fuck she ever feels.”

“Are you two bitches ready?”

“I’m ready, Tony. String me up like I know you want to. Then hang that cheap little whore good and proper.”

“I’d love for you to hang my mom to death, Tony. I’ll bet you’d like that too; wouldn’t you?”

“He’s going to get off hanging you to death, you cheap little whore. Ok, Tony. Take us up and let us dance for you. I know I’m going to last a helluva lot longer than this cheap little whore standing next to me.”

Maybe I should have been frightened. But I wasn’t. Mom was acting as though she’d done this many times before. And since she was acting all confident about it, I wasn’t about to let her see any fear in my eyes.

“Toes first?” Tony asked.

“My toes are ready, Tony. But I don’t know about this cheap little whore standing next to me.”

“My toes are just fine,” I retorted.

“You’ll think differently when they start hurting.”

Tony got behind mom and started pulling on her rope. I noticed her reaching back to grope for the bulge in his pants. How many times had he played this game with her in here?

I heard the pulley click until Mom was up onto her toes. I heard her rasp a little. Then she gasped, “That’s perfect, Tony. I’m wet as hell.”

Tony got behind me and started pulling on my rope. I reached back to rub and fondle the bulge in his pants. He was really hard about all this.

My pulley clicked until I was lifted up onto my toes. It really hurt like hell. But it also sent an erotic jolt straight to my cunt.

Tony came around front and looked at us both. “Damn! You naked bitches are fine gallows birds!” Then he started groping and fondling us, touching us all over.

Mom writhed and wriggled as he fingered her. Then he did the same to me. It felt incredible the way he stuck his fingers up inside me.

Erect nipples, dripping cunt… Mom looked incredible in her noose as her body broke out into a sweat. Yet a part of me still wanted her to hang to death for the way she’d been treating me. Seeing her suffer in breathless agony was doing me a world of good.

Mom looked over at me and smiled. Somehow she managed to get the words out… “You look good… for a gallows bird… you cheap little whore. Your nipples are hard… and you’re dripping like a cheap little whore. Tony’s really going to enjoy… hanging you to death.”

It was the first near-compliment mom had paid me in ages. It made me feel all warm and aroused inside. But I still wanted Tony. If that meant I had to last longer in the noose before being let down, I was going to make damned sure I won.

“You bitches ready for the ultimate thrill?”

“Hang me, Tony! I know how much it turns you on.”

“You know it does, baby.”

“Hang me,” I rasped. “Hang me, and I’ll show you the time of your life.”

“Cheap little whore!”

“Slut!”

Tony slowly pulled on mom’s rope until she rasped, “Gawd; yes!” I watched as her toes left the floor. She reached down for it with her feet. But she could barely brush the surface with her big toe.

Tony moved behind me and started pulling on my rope. I strained to keep in contact with the floor. Then I willfully rasped out, “Yes!” as he pulled me up into the air. After all, I wanted mom to know I was just as aroused and turned on as she was.

Mom’s legs fluttered a little. Then she tried to hold them still. I had to force myself to hang limp to keep from exhausting myself too soon.

I heard the doorbell ring. Tony smiled as he said, “Excuse me, ladies.” Then he left us. He actually left us hanging there!

Mom rasped a little as she swayed back and forth. Then I heard her gasp, “Don’t….. kick. Save your… strength.” Wait; now she was giving me pointers??

My nipples were incredibly hard, my pussy dripping like crazy. Mom’s nipples were as hard as mine, her slit glistening with moisture. I even saw a rivulet slither sensuously down her leg.

I heard a female voice out in the other room… “What do you mean ‘you’ve got company’? I thought we were going to spend some quality time together! And what’s with the hood?”

“I couldn’t help it, Arlene!” he replied in apparent protest. “They just came over and barged their way in! The hood is for, well… something special.”

“They? You’ve got more than one back there? Have you fucked ‘em yet? I know you, Tony.”

“Not yet. Right now, I’ve got ‘em noosed up. It’s a mother and daughter I’ve got in back.”

“A mother and daughter? Noosed up, you say? Can I see?”

“Sure. C’mon back.”

I glanced over at mom. She was still trying to remain motionless. I assumed it was because she was still trying to outlast me.

Tony entered the room we were in with a young, blonde woman in tow. Son of a bitch! She was even younger than I was!

I heard mom rasp and grunt. Her feet fluttered a little before she tried to go back to holding them still. But I know all of mom’s expressions. She was clearly upset at the presence of the new girl.

I got a sliver of a breath as my toes wriggled a little. I knew things would only get worse if I started to fight my rope. So I fought like hell to remain still. But I was just as upset as mom was, seeing Tony with another bitch, especially one so young and attractive.

“Wow!” Arlene gasped. “Fucking awesome! They’re naked and everything! And you’ve got them both up in the air! How can they still be alive like that?”

Tony smiled as he replied, “They’re trying to see who can outlast the other?”

“‘Outlast each other’? How long have they been up?”

“Oh, about six or seven minutes. Those nooses are nice and thick.”

“Why are their nipples so hard?”

“Because asphyxia turns them on.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Just look at their pussies!”

Tony walked right up to mom and stuck his fingers up her cunt. I heard her rasp and grunt. She even appeared to wriggle a little. Hell, she was probably clenching.

He pulled them out and showed them to Arlene. “See how wet she is?”

“Wow! Can I have a look?”

He grandly motioned as he told her, “Sure; help yourself.”

She came right up to me and stuck a couple fingers up my slit. I rasped and wriggled as I dangled in the noose. But no matter how much I tried to resist, I could not help clenching.

“Wow! She’s really squeezing! Fucking awesome!” That’s when I caught mom giving me that “cheap little whore” look.

“Their bodies love it,” Tony explained. “They clench like crazy as they cum up a storm.”

Arlene gave me a push, and I don’t think it was accidental. It felt like my noose tightened a little as I swung back and forth.

“Since you’re here…” Then Tony walked over to a set of drawers and opened it up. That’s when he pulled out a couple of toys and brought them back.

“Vibrating dildos,” Tony explained as he gave one to the blonde bitch. “Stick it up her cunt and see how long she can hold onto it. After all, she’s trying to outlast her mother.”

Arlene steadied me from my swinging back and forth. She slowly forced it up inside me. I rasped and wriggled as it filled me.

I saw Tony shove the one in his hand up my mom’s cunt. It went all the way in. Then he turned it on, just as Arlene turned mine on.

The buzzing set me to clenching like crazy. I could not keep my legs from kicking a little. When Arlene mentioned it to Tony, he explained it meant I was enjoying it.

I glanced over to see mom trying her best to hold still. But I could see her pussy quivering around the toy shoved up her snatch. Then she appeared to start undulating right there in place, wriggling like some worm.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene gushed. “That is so fucking hot! You mean to say they’re really mother and daughter?”

“Yes, they are. I’ve been fucking them both. Then they came here to make me choose between them. See? Just look at them! Like mother, like daughter!”

The toy inside me was making me clench like crazy. I, too, started wriggling like a worm. I had to fight like hell not to lift my knees upward.

I thought about trying to push the buzzing toy back out. But would I lose to mom if I did? My pride made me work to keep it inside me.

“Choose between them?” Now Arlene was unhappy. “You mean you’re gonna pick who you decide you’re gonna keep?”

“I thought I’d let their nooses decide for me. Besides, you’re just in time. I think the mom here is just about to cum.” I found it odd he didn’t refer to mother by her first name.

Mom rasped as her eyes rolled. Then she really started to wriggle like a fish on a line. It looked as though she was clenching with her thighs.

Maybe I should have been more sympathetic. But seeing mom wriggle like that was a tremendous turn-on despite the agony around my neck. Fuck; I kind of wanted to see her cum and then hang to death!

My own cunt betrayed me though. Maybe it was the noose; maybe it was the toy; maybe it was seeing mom; or maybe it was Tony and Arlene watching. All I know is that I started writhing and wriggling as I tried to squeeze that vibrating toy inside me.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene gasped when she saw me wriggling as well. “Look at ‘em go!”

Mom rasped and grunted. Then she started to hump the air right in front of her. A moment later, she started to kick and pedal.

I don’t know why it swelled within me so much. But it wasn’t long until I started thrashing about in my noose, just like mom was doing. My orgasm hit hard, and my eyes rolled as I humped the air in front of me like crazy.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene breathed rapturously.

“That’s not all,” Tony added. “The way their cumming and humping the air like? Now it’s a race to see who can piss herself first.”

“‘Piss herself’, Tony?”

“That’s usually the moment their organs shut down as they die in the noose.”

Had I heard right?? Were mom and I about to hang to death??

I looked over to see mother writhing like crazy in her noose. She really appeared to be squeezing on that toy inside her. Then she started humping the air again.

Something must have triggered inside me, because I suddenly lost all control. I kicked and thrashed about, humping like crazy. I saw mom’s eyes roll as she climaxed. It just sent me tumbling over the precipice of agonizing pleasure into another orgasm of my own.

“Fucking awesome!” Arlene breathed again. “Wow; just look at ‘em go!”

“Won’t be much longer,” Tony added quietly.

The bulge in his pants clearly indicated he was enjoying our suffering. Arlene was breathing heavily as she touched herself. Apparently they were both excited that mom and I were working our way towards hanging to death.

Mom suddenly became animated, kicking and swinging like crazy. I went off a split-second later. We both humped and kicked until we exhausted ourselves at virtually the same time.

I no longer had the strength left to put up a struggle. The noose claimed my throat without any resistance on my part. My lungs heaved in vain for a single, solitary sliver of air that was never going to come.

I heard the sound of liquid splattering onto the floor. I thought I saw mom’s pussy dripping heavily. Then I heard a second splattering as my own bladder relieved itself, no longer under my control.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Tony motioned with a grand gesture.

“So who are you choosing?” Arlene wanted to know.

“Why isn’t it obvious? Neither one of them is going to be alive much longer.”

I tried to yell at him to get us down. But I couldn’t make my lips move. Besides, I was much too tired.

Mom gently swayed back and forth right next to me. She appeared to have no life left in her. I should have been more concerned about the shortness of my remaining time on earth. But all I could think of was that I’d outlasted her. I’d even gotten a couple of orgasms out of the deal! Then darkness claimed me.

2022 (written Dec 2 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the Shooter drawing.)

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Tribal Justice 3.4 (26)

Posted on June 9, 2025 by riwa

“We would enter your hut, Troe!” a voice called from outside.

Troe recognized the voice of council member Jonn. He rose from his sitting position on the floor in alarm. Obviously he would not be here unless it was important.

He saw Jonn in the open doorway. Mish and Fraut were with him. Seeing them confirmed his belief this was not a social call.

His daughter Nicha rushed up and grabbed his arm. “Father, don’t let them take me!” She sounded alarmed.

Her outburst surprised him. Why was she frightened by their presence? He waved her back, motioning she should stay in her place.

He called out, “You may enter. My humble abode is your home as well.”

He bowed low as the three council members entered. “How may your humble servant serve you?”

Jonn was all business. “We would search your daughter’s possessions.”

Nicha’s eyes grew wide. “Father… NO! Do not let them!” Then she backed into her corner in terror, arms outstretched defensively as she pleaded, “Do not let them search!”

He looked at her in surprise. “Daughter, what is this about?”

“Please father, do not let them search!”

Troe turned to Jonn, giving him a questioning look. The council member’s visage softened. “I am sorry, Troe. Two witnesses say your daughter has stolen. We are here to determine the truth of their words.”

Troe turned to his daughter in shock. “Is this true, Nicha?”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “Please father…”

“IS THIS TRUE?” His loud tone made her jump, causing her to quiver with fear.

He knew his daughter. A moment later the truth flashed in her eyes. It pained him greatly.

“Why, Nicha?” he whispered in sorrow.

She was caught and she knew it. There was no point trying to deny the truth, much less put off the search. “They were such beautiful items, father!” she sobbed. “I could not help myself!”

Troe looked at her with sadness and disappointment. “You have broken my heart.” Then he bowed his head low as he quietly added, “I have failed my family.”

The words punctured her heart like a knife. She had never dreamed her theft would affect her beloved father in this manner. She had never even considered how her actions might reflect back on her family.

Suddenly she was afraid. She was certainly guilty of the theft. Was her father in peril now? What would they do to her family?

There was only one honorable thing left to do. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Then she faced her accusers.

“Council member Jonn, may I speak?”

“You may speak, Nicha.”

She dried her eyes while swallowing her pride. The young woman tried to regain her composure as well as what little dignity she had left. Then she stood tall.

Her heart beat fast as she told them, “The dishonor is mine alone to bear. I am guilty of the theft. I will produce the stolen items.”

She went over and bent down. Nicha lifted the corner of her mat and retrieved two hidden necklaces. She was trembling as she went over, stretched out her hands and then offered the contraband to the council member.

Jonn took them from her. He examined them in front of the other two. They nodded their heads in agreement.

“These are the stolen items,” he sighed heavily. “I am sorry, Troe.”

Her father didn’t even raise his head. He was crushed, the weight of the world heavy upon his shoulders. He devastated his very own daughter would do this.

What was to happen to him now? What would happen to his wife and two young sons? He was thankful they were not around to witness this terrible revelation.

“Father,” Nicha said in a trembling voice. “You did not fail me. I failed you. I failed our proud family. The guilt is mine and mine alone. I will face punishment with honor and humility.”

She had decided to accept the consequences of her actions. Now she wanted to find some way to return honor to her father and the family. Perhaps the council members would then show them mercy.

Her father slowly looked up at her. He knew what that punishment would be for this crime. It was hard to look into her eyes.

“My daughter… my Nicha… your mother… what will I tell her?” Then he bowed his head as he shook it in sorrow.

She turned once more to the council members. “Tell me I will bear the punishment alone. Tell me my folly will not be charged to my family. “Please; I beg of you!”

It was not honorable to plead. But she was seeking to intervene for the lives of her father, mother and brothers. Punishment was not only swift, but it often swallowed up entire families so as to remove any possibility parents or siblings might act in a similar manner in the future.

Jonn looked at the faces of his two companions. They nodded their heads in acceptance. Then he turned to face Nicha.

“You have admitted your guilt. You have returned the stolen items. And you accept the consequences of your actions. This is a grave matter. Yet, there is still honor in this hut. Troe, your family will not be held accountable. You are hereby absolved from the stain of this offense.”

Tears of relief welled up in Nicha’s eyes as her father replied, “I accept the council’s decree, Jonn.”

His family’s honor had been restored. But it had come at the cost of his daughter’s life…

—–

Nicha walked in front of the three council members with her head held high. Her family had been spared. That was all that mattered.

She had done a very foolish thing. Now she would pay the ultimate price. She would meet her end with dignity.

Villagers saw her solemnly walking in front of the council members. Immediately they knew something was wrong. They all stopped their activities and joined the growing procession.

Troe’s wife came running over from the community garden in alarm. “Husband; what is happening? Where are they going with Nicha?”

“To the lagoon,” he said dully. His shoulders were slumped. There was intense sorrow in his eyes.

“No! Not my Nicha?!”

She started to bolt toward her daughter. But her husband grabbed her and held her beside him. She began to wail as she started to protest, “Let me go – let me go…!”

“No, Lei-aun,” he told her with all the strength he could muster. “Nicha has admitted her guilt. She intends to take the walk honorably.”

Lei-aun was horrified. What had her daughter done?? She was being led to the lagoon! Lei-aun knew full well what that meant.

“NOOOO!”

She began to wail with grief, mourning the loss of her daughter. Her cries triggered the other women of the tribe. They also began to sob and wail. Custom dictated they could not join in the mourning ritual until the wife or mother first initiated the grieving process.

Nicha flinched with pain when she heard her mother’s wails. She heard the shrieks and cries of grief. It cut her to the quick.

She wanted to hug her mother once more. And she desperately needed some sort of affection from her father, if only for one last time. But now it was too late.

At this point she was no longer permitted to touch her family. Doing so would only implicate them in her crime. Then they would be forced to share her fate as was the custom of the tribe. She did not wish for that to happen.

When they reached the beach, she made her way over to the dock. She solemnly walked to the wooden raft and the cage that sat upon it. Her heart pounded in her chest.

A fire had been built nearby. It was waiting to consume her garments. She would face her final moments with the shame of nakedness.

The procession stopped at a pre-arranged point. The condemned along with the council members walked the final steps alone. Nicha struggled to keep from collapsing on rubbery legs.

Lei-aun and the women wailed loudly. The men stood quiet and solemn. Younger ones crowded around, morbidly curious to witness what was about to happen.

Nicha stopped upon reaching the fire. She turned to face the council members. Then she submissively lowered her head.

“May I speak? I vow by King Neptune who waits to receive me that I will not dishonor the tribe with my words.”

Jonn quietly consulted with his two companions. Eventually they nodded in agreement. The three of them then turned to face the crowd.

They raised their arms high. It was the signal indicating the condemned would be allowed to utter a few words.

The wailing died down. Lei-aun sobbed quietly, despairing she would never see her daughter betrothed. Now Nicha would never bear her grandchildren.

“You may speak,” Jonn said to Nicha once the cries had subsided.

She turned to face the crowd. In a loud voice she called out, “Members of the tribe! I have broken tribal law. I have stolen!”

Murmurs swept through the crowd. Now they understood her crime and the reason for her punishment. Some buzzed in shock and surprise.

“I alone must bear responsibility. I humbly request you take all dishonor from my family and our tribe for this grievous crime. Place it squarely upon my shoulders, and mine alone.”

She trembled as she spoke. Her words were braver than she felt. Then she heard the congregation chant, “Dishonor be upon you.”

She almost lost her footing as her legs shook. She wanted to break down and sob. But that would only cause more pain for her family as well as those who had once looked up to her.

She went on, trying to keep her voice from quavering. “Young ones, be warned. Honor your parents. Honor the tribe. Honor tribal law. Now I go to King Neptune…”

Her voice trailed off. It was setting in she would never see any of them again, family or friends. She had to fight to hold back the tears.

Jonn nodded with acknowledgment at her words. “You have spoken with honor, Nicha. Now it is time to remove your garments.” He said it as kindly as the situation would allow.

Nicha slipped out of the woven top her mother had made for her. Then she discarded the bottoms she had helped weave with her father’s sister. It left her feeling totally exposed and vulnerable.

She felt bad she had to toss them onto the fire. They flared to life, crackling and smoking as the flames began to consume them. And with that, it was done.

Without another word she walked naked to the dock. Niche carefully stepped onto the raft. Then she submissively dropped to her knees and entered the cage.

At that moment her mother and father turned away. They were forced to turn their backs on their only daughter now that she was naked. They had to make a show of disowning her now that her disgrace was complete. It was tribal custom.

He could only hold them back so long. Then the tears began to flow down Troe’s cheeks. His wife sobbed quietly, unable to contain her grief.

The cage was made with the bleached bones of former criminals. There were arm and leg bones that crisscrossed. They combined to make the four walls, floor and ceiling of her execution chamber.

A skull sat on each of the four corners. Four spinal columns came up from the top middle part of each wall. Four additional skulls were attached at the top.

The skull of a ram’s head hovered over all. The bones had been bleached before being interconnected. It was a rather surprisingly strong prison.

Jonn closed the opening she had stepped through, securing her inside. The other two council members joined him on the raft. Together the three of them pushed away from the dock using long, paddle-like poles.

The women began to mourn and wail once again. Younger children waved bye-bye, not truly understanding what was happening. It would be left up to their parents to explain it to them later.

Nicha’s heart pounded in her chest as she was paddled out to “the place of the guilty”. They were taking her out beyond the “Island finger”. She was going to the place where those who broke tribal law were offered to Neptune as a gift.

They had to be far enough out so the water god would not punish the tribe. There they were going to push her into the sea inside the cage. In this way they would consign her to Neptune.

Nicha’s father had tried to explain this to her long ago when she had first learned to move through the sea with the fish. He had taught her that Neptune accepted these gifts by sending his aquatic subjects to eat the guilty. In that way the soul went straight back to him. This act was also what prevented storms and sea beasts from attacking the tribe.

Nicha had always thought there was more to it than that. She thought life was above the water. But she wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

Villagers who swam with the fish too long could not come back. Their “life”, as she considered it, bubbled out of them. Once released, it could not be put back.

Once in a while a young one swam with the fish too long. They needed “life” blown back into them through their mouth. She knew that once she was dropped into the sea, her “life” would bubble away long before the fish came and started nibbling on her.

Despite her fear, it was this aspect of her “life” bubbling out of her that now excited her. She had played bubbling games with her friends in the past. They would see how long they could hold their “life” before they swam up to the top of the water to get more.

She had learned something special. She would always try to hold her “life” inside her for a long time before she went up for more. It always made the lower part of her body tingle with wonderful sensations.

On one occasion she had been out swimming with the fish. Her friend Tinsia had swam out to her. She had demonstrated how to make those tingle sensations stronger simply by touching herself in certain places.

Nicha had been hesitant at first. She had been taught that touching those places was reserved for those who joined together and became mother and father. But her friend had said if you did it by yourself in a lonely place, it was ok.

To show her, Tinsia had actually touched her. She had fingered the place where hair grew between her legs. Then she had stuck two fingers inside the opening.

Nicha had tensed nervously. Then her body had shaken from a wonderful tingly sensation. For a moment she thought she might be sick. But she had only experienced pleasure.

Tinsia had reassured her, explaining how she had observed her mother and father. She’d revealed how her mother shook the same way, experiencing similar sensations from certain times with her father. Thus, her parents would treat each other better for a while after they had engaged in such an activity.

Since that day Nicha greatly enjoyed going out to the lagoon by herself. She would swim with the fishes while holding her “life” inside her. Then she would touch herself until her body shook from those same wonderful sensations.

Now she was going to be dropped over the side of the raft while being inside the cage. Her “life” was going to bubble out of her. She was now most definitely afraid.

What surprised her was the way she was also filled with a strange sense of anticipation. Inside the opening near where the strange hair grew, she felt all wet and sticky. She could not help noticing how the tips on her mounds had risen. These were indications she’d learned from past experience that alerted her those tingly sensations were not far away.

She suddenly detected a lack of forward momentum. The council members had stopped paddling. “We are here, Nicha,” Jonn said soberly.

She gasped as her heart leapt in her chest. She felt a huge lump in her throat. Her existence was now mere moments away from ending.

She wanted to beg for her life. But she refused to make the effort. She was determined not to dishonor herself or her family any more than she already had.

She also did not want to dishonor the three council members who had taken it upon themselves to bring her out here. She knew how sorrowful they felt. She had already brought them pain by forcing them into this necessary action.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. Then she declared, “I am ready.” The words did not match her spirit. But she believed they still needed to be uttered.

“Very well,” Jonn replied. “We will slide the cage forward. Beware you do not get a piece of wood splintered into your skin.”

Nicha smiled inwardly. Concern for her welfare at this moment was strange indeed. At this point did it really matter if she was injured before she went into the water?

She could tell he did not want her to suffer needlessly. After all, he was closer to her family than most. She wondered if he felt as though he was delivering his very own daughter to Neptune.

He appeared to be struggling to remain strong in front of the other two council members. She realized there was even more pain she had inadvertently caused. If only she would have considered the potential consequences of her actions before taking the pretty necklaces.

Nicha shifted her position. She made sure she was kneeling on the bones of the cage. That way it would be easier for it to slide along the wooden surface of the raft.

It had been worn smooth in many places. But every now and then a splinter worked loose from the sun, wind and rain. She did not wish to be hurt by one now.

The three men pushed until the cage slid forward. Nicha’s eyes grew wide with fear and anticipation. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as a part of the cage slid out over the water.

Jonn signaled to the other two members. They were to push as hard and as fast as possible. There was no point in prolonging what was to befall Nicha.

The cage slid forward. It reached the edge and started to tip into the sea. Nicha instinctively cried out before gasping as much “life” into her lungs as possible.

The raft momentarily became unbalanced. The cage picked up speed. Then it entered the water at an angle before starting to settle.

There was no more time for words. One moment she was at the surface. Then next, she was in the water with the fishes, the cage taking her straight to the bottom.

The condemned and the cage sank quickly. A small trickle of bubbles marked the place where it went down. Up at the surface Jonn murmured, “Goodbye, Nicha.”

For a moment he fought to hold back the tears. Then he gathered himself. In a loud voice he called out across the sea….

“King Neptune? I humbly request you treat this gift with honor and respect.” Then the council members did an about face to begin their paddling back to the village. There was no more thought given to Nicha.

The cage reached the bottom and quickly settled upright onto the sand. Somehow Nicha maintained her kneeling position. Some of her “life” bubbled out of her mouth.

The sun shone brightly. It fully illuminated the water. Nicha had a view of hundreds of feet in any direction.

She saw the raft heading back to shore. It jolted her, filling her with fear. It was official; she was truly about to suffer the consequences of her actions.

As usual, her body began to tingle with those feelings she had grown accustomed to whenever she was in the water. Only this time, they seemed stronger. The tips of her mounds stood erect from the sensations she was experiencing.

That area where the hair grew strangely seemed very sensitive. She was alone; no one was witnessing her final moments. What would it hurt were she to experience pleasure again before “life” bubbled out of her?

She reached down and rubbed that area. Nicha made sure to touch that little piece of skin that always became swollen. It felt so good whenever she brought her fingers across it.

More “life” bubbled out past her lips. ‘Maybe I’ll see King Neptune,’ she thought as she ran her fingers across the hairy area. ‘I wonder what he looks like.’

She began to feel that familiar pain inside her. It always occurred whenever she needed to go up to the surface and breathe more “life”. It was a pain that burned in the upper part of her body.

She stuck two fingers deep inside her. She felt gratitude Tinsia had showed her so long ago. Now she would get to experience that tingly sensation one last time.

She wondered what it would be like not having “life” in her body. Would she be able to see… to feel? In her fear there was a certain sense of wonderment at the new journey she was about to embark upon.

More “life” trickled away, drifting up toward the surface. The pain was becoming intense. It was more than she had ever experienced before.

This was the longest she had ever gone without “life”. It felt like the fire she had thrown her garments into. A similar fire was now burning hotly inside the upper half of her body.

Her lower extremities began to shiver in that area where she felt the tingles. She rapidly thrust her fingers in and out. Her body instinctively reacted in rhythm to her hand movements.

Nicha sensed the moment was close at hand. There was regret she would never see her family again. She experienced both fear as well as a sense of perverse excitement.

“Life” burst out of her mouth. She simply could not contain it anymore, no matter how hard she tried. Instinctively her lungs tried to take in what was not available at the bottom of the lagoon.

Nicha got water down her throat. At that moment the sensations she longed for totally enveloped her. They seemed to shake her like leaves in a wind.

Instinctively she swam upward. Nicha only succeeded in hitting the top of the cage with her head. Then she started flailing with her arms and legs.

Her body convulsed as she jerked around. Spasms overwhelmed her. That’s when a second orgasm slammed into her, much stronger than the first.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations shook her. She convulsed painfully until it felt like there was no more “life” to expel. Nicha grew still as air trickled out of her mouth and nose.

She stared with lifeless eyes. Her mouth hung open from her last failed attempt to get “life”. That’s when it seemed like she was walking in a mist.

It was very strange. It felt like she was inside one of those fluffy white clouds up in the sky. Then she saw someone approaching.

Was it King Neptune? He looked familiar. Then he stopped right in front of her.

She smiled when she saw it was her father. He hugged her as though there would be no consequences from such an intimacy. Then he told her, “Your honor has been fully restored.”

Nicha was filled with joy. The vision of her father began to fade. Then everything went dark all around her…

2004 (written Apr 13 ’04; ed. Nov 6 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by a creation I found which I included for illustration purposes.)

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An experience of vore in a hotel room 3.3 (14)

Posted on June 9, 2025 by riwa

“MMMMMMMMPH! MM MM MM-MM MMMMMPH!”

“I’m so very glad you asked that question, hun,” Susan said with all the charm of a serpent. “I kidnapped you and brought you here to my hotel room because I was quite taken with how attractive you are. You see, I’m drawn to attractive women, especially the stuck-up ones! I could tell right away you have one of those attitudes!”

“MMMMMPH??!! MMM MM MMMPH MM-MM MM MMMMPH!”

“Oh, the cuffs on your wrists and ankles serve a dual purpose, my dear. For one: I like my bitches in a state of limited mobility. It makes them more compliant and a lot less difficult. On the other hand: I like my damsels in distress, especially since I’m the one who put them in that position in the first place. It’s a turn-on for me, don’t you see?”

Susan couldn’t resist giggling as she continued… “That should also explain the tape over your eyes and mouth, hun. I don’t want you to see anything. Nor do I want you to get all mouthy on me while I’m having my fun with you. It makes you look frightened, helpless and vulnerable… traits I simply adore in the bitches I play with.”

“MMMPH???!!! MM MMMPH MM-MM MMM MMM MMMMMPH!!”

“That’s right; you guessed it,” Susan said with a chuckle. “That’s EXACTLY why I stripped you down to your panty hose. You want to guess what I’m wearing?” As if to emphasize her question Susan reached down and started sexually stroking the object she was sporting attached to her waist.

“MMMMPH??!! MM MMMPH MM MMMMMMPH!”

Susan giggled, “Right you are. It’s definitely a strap-on! I’m so pleased you’re looking forward to my using it on you.”

Susan giggled, acting as though she understood every muffled word of protest. “You DO know what I do with strap-ons; don’t you, hun? I fuck stuck-up, attractive bitches like you. You look like you could use a good fuck! And I’m the one who intends to give it to you. This hotel room will be perfect for fucking you! Why, it even has a mirror over the bed angled downward so I can fully enjoy every delicious expression on that face of yours!”

Julie looked up in horror. Her feelings were exactly as the bitch had described them. She was frightened, helpless and vulnerable.

The only thing the woman had allowed her to wear was her panty hose. And she still felt exposed! She whimpered and grunted pitifully, wondering how the hell she had gotten herself into a mess like this.

She remembered the bitch buying a drink for her at the bar during her lunch hour. After that she remembered feeling a little woozy. From there… nothing…

That bitch! Had she spiked her drink and then brought her here against her will? Did anyone know she was missing? Did they even care??

“I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” Susan told her enthusiastically as she continued stroking her strap-on. She was getting so turned on that she couldn’t help groping her boobs.

“To be perfectly honest, I suspect I’m only doing you a favor. I’m betting you could probably use a good fucking; am I right? You probably haven’t been fucked in years, not after acting all stuck-up like that. But I must say: your erect nipples indicate you’re sort of looking forward to this, aren’t you?”

“MMMMMMMPH!! MM-MM!! MM-MMPH!!”

Both women were so wrapped up in their respective roles, neither one saw the faint flash of light that bled out through the doors of one of the big closets. Neither saw the strange creature slowly push the doors open to investigate its current surroundings. Julie was too frightened to focus on anything but her abductor. And Susan was too eager to fuck her plaything to notice the intrusion.

“Oh, you’re going to scream, hun,” Susan giggled. “I can promise you that. Essentially it’s the main reason for the tape over your mouth.” Then she leaned forward, dropping her voice into a seductive whisper.

“But you’re going to have plenty of juicy orgasms. You see, I really know how to operate this thing. I know how to fuck bitches like you. And I certainly know how to make them cum as they scream with pain and pleasure.”

Julie was rolled onto her back where she started crying out. She was desperately trying to scream as she brought her legs up. But her cries were muffled.

There was no way on earth anyone could hear her unless they were only a few feet away. She knew she was doomed. It was just as horribly arousing as it was frightening.

The creature – if you could call it that – slithered further into the room. It had no way of identifying the two women inside. It didn’t even know what sort of life forms they were.

All it knew was that it was hungry. Somehow it had been transported to this strange location. And there were now two sources of food it sensed directly in front of it.

Susan purred, “Oh yes, hun. Let me feel those nyloned feet of yours,”

She reached out and grabbed them, much to Julie’s consternation. Then she began to moan softly. She could not resist running her hand up and down Julie’s leg.

“Such lovely legs you have,” Susan cooed softly, still oblivious to the danger behind her. Then she began to lick and kiss Julie’s feet.

“I just love panty hose on bitch’s legs. I love to run my hands up and down their legs and make them tremble. Are you trembling yet, hun? I’ll bet I’m making you wet, aren’t I? I’ll bet you can’t wait to feel my strap-on rape that stuck-up cunt of yours. Your nipples are getting hard so I KNOW you must be getting wet just thinking about it.”

Julie moaned and whimpered, feeling helpless and frustrated. She was totally blind, her wrists and ankles cuffed. She couldn’t even scream out for help. What’s more, she was indeed becoming shamefully aroused by the actions of this bitch. It was humiliating beyond belief!

Susan continued licking Julie’s feet while caressing her legs. She loved the way the poor woman moaned and whimpered. She had every intention of seducing her first. Then she was going to fuck the shit out of her!

She absolutely loved softening them up. It was so damned erotic making them think she was going to be kind and gentle. Then she would throw the switch, brutally having her way with them by making them scream into the tape covering their mouths.

Behind her the slug-like snake-creature slowly rose up. It quietly exposed the rows of teeth in its gaping maw. There was one source of food directly in front of it right now. Even better, the life form wasn’t even running away! This would be far easier than all the other times it had searched for food.

“You have such cute tootsies!” Susan giggled. “Has anyone ever told you that?” She was still so obsessed with her victim that she failed to notice there was danger directly behind her.

Julie trembled with fright; there was nothing she could do! She had already tested her bonds. She wasn’t getting free unless the bitch unlocked her cuffs.

She thought about trying to fight her off. But resistance might do her more harm than good. She was shamefully aroused, and it was embarrassing beyond belief.

Susan first noticed something was wrong when she detected an unusual smell. She had no way of knowing it was the creature’s digestive enzymes preparing for a meal. “What the hell??” she frowned in alarm.

Everything suddenly went dark. She was overcome with sharp pain as her head was sucked into its gaping mouth. She began to scream as she was pulled off her feet.

She screamed in absolute horror; oh, how she screamed. She had no clue what had grabbed her head, no fucking clue whatsoever. Her first thought was that someone had come to rescue the attractive, stuck-up bitch. But that thought was dashed almost immediately as her shoulders were pulled in as well.

Susan’s screams became more and more muffled the farther in the creature swallowed her. She had no idea where she was being pulled into. It absolutely terrified her. Her senses simply could not process what was happening to her.

Julie suddenly rose up onto her knees in alarm. What the hell was going on?! Her abductor was screaming, acting totally out of character!

Something strange was happening. She didn’t know what the hell it was because she couldn’t see a thing. All she could do was grunt in alarm, trying to peer through the tape covering her eyes while feeling even more vulnerable.

Susan kicked frantically with her legs as she was pulled further inside. It was slimy and gross. She could actually feel something stinging her flesh… something tingling. Her screams were all but cut off as her brain began telling her she was probably going to die.

Julie hesitantly reached out with her hands. It was as though she was attempting to ascertain what was going on by feel. Did she dare try to remove the tape from her eyes?

Her captor’s cries were becoming less and less audible now. Was she being dragged out of the room? Or was the bitch toying with her somehow? Goading her into doing something she would dearly pay for. Julie had no way of knowing.

Julie thought she sensed frantic movement – the kicking of her captor’s legs perhaps? But she couldn’t for the life of her understand what was going on. Was she being rescued? If so, why didn’t they call out to reassure her?

At some point the creature intuitively sensed this was special food. A sharp spike formed on the opposite end of its body, supposedly on its tail. Then that spiked tail came upward.

Susan let out a cry of alarm as her pussy was penetrated. She couldn’t see a thing. She was encased in pitch black slime.

She could certainly tell when something had penetrated her womanhood. Instinctively her hands came down to feel for it or try to block it. Being fucked while trapped inside this environment was even more terrifying than she could have possibly imagined.

It went right through the natural hole in her black panty hose, penetrating deeper and deeper. Susan screamed as she was intimately and deeply violated. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

It suddenly began to pulse, pushing deeper and deeper. Susan was suddenly overcome with an incredible wave of orgasmic pleasure despite the acidic feeling all over her skin. Then she began to cum and cum and cum, her body shuddering as she screamed from an orgasm so intense she thought it was going to kill her.

About that time Susan became aware of something warm filling her womb. Whatever had penetrated her was cumming too! There was so much of it that she could not contain it all as it began spewing out of her pussy.

Susan suddenly stiffened as a fire filled her insides. She felt orgasmic, mixed with incredible pain. It felt like something was eating away at her from the inside… as though she had been filled with some sort of acid or something.

She tried to scream, but her vocal chords failed her. Every muscle felt locked up. She couldn’t seem to move a muscle.

Now there was pain everywhere, both inside and out. She shuddered as the creature continued pumping its digestive “seed” into her spasming body. Susan would have willingly changed places with her captive if only it would spare her from the agony of her situation.

The creature lifted her up off the floor as though preparing to finish her. Susan could do nothing except experience pain. It was an all-encompassing agony covering every inch of the surface of her body.

She also felt exquisite pain eating away at her insides. She shuddered and gurgled in terror in the utter blackness of the belly of the beast. The slug-like snake-creature continued to devour her, enjoying the free, delicious meal.

Susan was unaware she’d lost her strap-on. It no longer mattered. She was certainly in no position to use it anymore.

The creature slumped onto the floor of the hotel room. That made it easier to finish swallowing its meal. Susan no longer put up a struggle as she didn’t have the strength. But she was still all too painfully conscious as the acids started to break down her flesh, digesting her both from within and without.

Julie knelt on the bed, grunting and whimpering in alarm. She could not fathom what was going on. This was totally unexpected.

She tried to look all around through the tape covering her eyes. At the same time, she concentrated on her sense of hearing. She struggled to understand the strange sounds occurring inside the room she was in.

Strangely, her abductor spoke not a word. Where the hell was she? What the hell was she doing??

She did not see the creature slowly pull the rest of Susan’s body into its maw. Nor did she witness those black-nyloned legs being ingested a little at a time. The sounds in the room were strange.

She was also beginning to detect a strange odor. But what should she do? Did she dare risk ripping the tape off her eyes? Would she be punished far worse if she did?

The creature slowly swallowed the last of Susan’s body until only a pair of black-nyloned feet remained. Then these too were inevitably ingested. Its meal lay unmoving within its digesting interior, putting up no fuss whatsoever.

Perhaps it was time to avail itself of the second morsel of food it sensed nearby? That might be for the best. Otherwise it might have to risk going a long time before its next meal.

That did it; something was desperately wrong! Julie squirmed around on the bed until she got too close to the edge where she fell off with a thump. The creature immediately rose up and turned in the direction of the noise. That’s when Julie rose to her knees, trembling from a sense of fright and uncertainty.

“Hello?” she tried to cry out through the tape covering her mouth. “Who’s there? Hello?? Won’t somebody help me??”

Her words were muffled. But they were loud enough to generate a response she did not anticipate. The creature now zeroed in on her immediate location.

It suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Julie’s head and shoulders into its maw. She started struggling and screaming, trying to withdraw from whatever she had gotten herself into. Her terrified cries were muffled by the tape over her mouth. Somehow this did NOT seem to be associated with her captor!

Whatever she was being pulled into was slimy and gross. There were punctures of pain. There was also a strange tingling all over her flesh as she came in direct contact with something wet and acidic.

Between the tape and her location, it was pitch-black. Julie had absolutely no idea where she was. The horror of the unknown drove her insane.

She suddenly came across something oddly familiar. She grunted as she felt around with her face. She thought she recognized the faint sensation of nyloned legs all covered with slime.

It was the bitch who’d abducted her! She was in the same peril! Wherever she was, she was being pulled inside to join her!

Julie struggled to back out of whatever hell she now found herself in. But her arms were pinned to her sides; totally useless. She couldn’t rip the tape off her eyes even if she wanted to, although maybe it was better if she didn’t. All she could do was scream and scream until she was reduced to grunts and gurgles.

The creature didn’t even bother to penetrate this one with its digestive enzymes from its tail. It simply began the process of digestion from the outside. Julie screamed again before shuddering as her body started to go numb on her. That’s when her bladder released. A mixture of cum and piss squirted out of her as she orgasmed so very, very hard.

She was pulled further inside onto the slimy, unmoving body of her abductor. The bitch wasn’t moving; she was sure the woman was dead. And she was just as certain she was going to suffer the same fate.

She suddenly felt her companion start to twitch and jerk underneath her. Ohmygawd; the bitch was still alive in here with her! Julie desperately tried to scream, but nothing would come.

She felt fire all over her body as though something was eating away at her flesh. She tried to struggle, but she was numb all over. It was pitch black; she could only feel the body underneath her twitching and spasming by her sense of touch. It was unfathomable; her mind simply could not comprehend what was happening to her.

Julie suddenly had a crazy thought. Was she being eaten alive? Had her captor suffered the same fate? It seemed highly unlikely. But what else could it be?!

She had no idea how long acidic fire burned her flesh. She twitched and jerked as her companion wriggled and writhed underneath her. It took much too long before consciousness faded away into merciful oblivion as her internal organs began to fail.

The creature suddenly sensed it was time to go. It did not understand how, nor could it fathom how it knew.

Its muscles began to undulate until it regurgitated its victims. Most of the nourishment had already been withdrawn from its two meals. It felt satisfied enough to depart.

Two slimy bodies that looked vaguely feminine were vomited up onto the hotel floor. Then the creature headed back from whence it had come. When it got inside the closet there was another strange flash of light and energy. Then it was gone, leaving two decomposing corpses in its wake. They would certainly prove to be a challenge for the CSI unit in the city to process…

2013; 2020 (written for Odin Oct 26 ’13; ed. Nov 6 ‘20 by riwa)

(Poser renders are courtesy of Odin and are for illustration purposes.)

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Boyfriend next door 7 3.5 (20)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

It didn’t take long to find out what kind of breath-hold this was going to be. I thought I was going to get my cock sucked again. But that’s not what happened.

This time, Mrs. K wrapped her thighs around my head. Then she mashed her slit against my mouth. That was about all I saw,

I used my tongue the best I could. It was shamefully arousing to be forced to lick pleasure into her sweet box. Then I wondered about my mother.

Was she getting licked out by my girlfriend? Was she looking over at us, watching her next-door neighbor getting eaten out by her son? The idea made me incredibly embarrassed. It also made me shamefully hard.

I don’t know how long we were submerged like that. All I know is that I was kept down until my lungs started to heave as I bubbled into her pussy. That’s when I wondered if they were going to drown us.

Mrs. K finally climbed off and helped me to the surface, being as how my lungs were empty. Mom and Kristin had just reached the surface as well. They were panting loudly, trying to get their breath back.

“I knew it was time for them to enjoy us!” my girlfriend happily blurted out. “How’d I do, Natalie?”

“You were great, honey,” mom replied cheerfully.

Kristin then turned toward her mother. “Mom, how did Jason do?”

“Jason was wonderful, honey.”

“I knew he would be!” I just blushed at my girlfriend’s words.

I got even more embarrassed when Mom and Mrs. K switched places. Mom gave me a lustful grin as she came over and grabbed me. She panted, “I’m really looking forward to this, honey.” Kristin just blurted out, “That’s going to be so hot, Natalie!”

Mrs. K called out, “I’m gonna count us down now.” Kristin began inhaling deeply. So I took deep breaths while looking questioningly at my mother, wondering if this was really going to happen.

I heard “Three… two… one!” I inhaled deeply as mom submerged me. She took me right to the bottom as Mrs. K took her daughter down as well.

I looked over to see Kristin’s mother climb onto her shoulders. Then she grabbed her head and really began humping her face. A moment later, Mom climbed onto my shoulders and did the exact same thing to me.

Her legs hung down my back as she pushed her slit against my mouth. Then I felt her grab the back of my head as she humped me. What else could I do?

I was shamefully aroused as I began licking. It didn’t take long until mom responded by writhing and bubbling. She humped my face pretty good.

I heard bubbly groans coming over from Mrs. K and Kristin. Then mom really humped my face. I bubbled as I dutifully tried to use my tongue to fuck her hole, only to hear her start to moan and groan.

I could not get my cock to soften as I tongue-fucked my own mother. She acted like she was really getting into it. I’m not sure what was more of a shock: tonguing my own mother, or the fact she seemed to be enjoying it.

Again, I lost track of time as I focused on the task at hand. Mom groaned as she humped my tongue. Next to us, Mrs. K was really making bubbly sounds of pleasure.

My lungs started to heave until I began to panic. What if mom drowned me? Worse, what if everyone wanted to watch her drown me??

She finally climbed off and helped haul me back to the surface. Kristin and Mrs. K came up a couple seconds later. “We won!” my girlfriend blurted out as she loudly panted for breath.

Mr. K was nearby the entire time. In fact, he hadn’t once interfered. But he had a smile on his face as though he’d enjoyed watching the festivities.

Mrs. K waved him closer. Then she said, “Natalie, would you mind sitting this one out?”

Mom got a big grin on her face. “Not at all, Steph.” That’s when I got a little concerned.

I was relieved when Mrs. K came over to me. “I’m looking forward to that tongue of yours again, Jason.”

“And I’m looking forward to daddy’s dick!” Kristin grinned at him as her father got ahold of her.

Mrs. K warned us to take long, deep breaths. Then she counted us down. That’s when I inhaled as much air as I could.

We all went down together. Even mom submerged to watch. It was embarrassing knowing she was going to watch her next door neighbor get eaten out by her son again.

I watched as Mr. K grabbed his daughter’s head. Then he forced his cock between her lips. Mom’s eyes lit up as she looked over at them.

I didn’t see too much after that as Mrs. K climbed my shoulders again before pressing her crotch against my lips. I dutifully tongued her juicy twat as she humped my face. Once again, my cock got shamefully hard.

I heard my girlfriend grunt each time her father thrust into her. Mrs. K moaned and groaned as I licked and tongued her. I could only wonder what mom was thinking as she watched all the action below the surface.

Mrs. K got even more excited. She grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against her crotch. My bubbles came out and tickled her nub, causing her to wriggle and squirm as she pressed hard against my mouth.

We were down for quite a while until I felt my lungs begin to spasm. Once more, I became concerned Kristin’s parents might drown us while my mom was watching. Was that the kind of birthday present she was hoping for? Was that why she’d wanted me to come over with her tonight?

Mrs. K finally came up off me before pulling me back to the surface. Kristin and her father were already topside, panting loudly. I came up gasping for breath and panting like crazy.

Mom was already topside, panting quietly as she looked at us all. Kristin saw her and blurted out, “What do you think, Natalie? Pretty hot; wasn’t it?”

My mother nodded with a smile as she replied, “It was pretty exciting, all right.”

“Then you’re gonna LOVE watching daddy fuck Jason’s face as he holds his breath while I hold mine and lick mom! Aren’t you?”

I gulped and blushed. What embarrassed me even more was when my mother replied, “Honey, I’m really looking forward to it.”

I looked over at mom in shock as Mr. K came over to me, a big grin on his face. Judging by her expression, my mother was really looking forward to watching me suck his dick. I couldn’t believe it!

Mrs. K had Kristin in her grasp as she smiled at her husband. “Ready for a little oral pleasure on bondage night, honey?”

“I sure am,” he replied as he looked right at me.

I must have looked alarmed as I glanced over at mom and then back at Mr. K. He smiled before warning me, “Make sure you get a really good breath, Jason.”

“Hunh – unh! Mom and I are going to BEAT you guys!” Kristin seemed incredibly enthusiastic.

Mrs. K counted us down. I got a deep breath just in time. Then Mr. K pulled me down.

I got a good look over at Mrs. K straddling her daughter’s head and then humping her face. Then I got a good look at a cock that quickly pressed up against my lips. Mom was right there watching us, up close and much too personal.

I opened my mouth and he slid his way in. I immediately started taking the initiative by sucking him. I wasn’t sure I wanted him fucking my throat.

I did the best I could, taking him deep and then almost coming off. I gave it to him nice and slow before bobbing on it as he held me in place. At least he didn’t ram it down my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom closely watching us. She bubbled excitedly as she touched herself. Occasionally she glanced over at Mrs. K and Kristin to see what was going on over there. But most of the time, she had her eyes on me as I bobbed and sucked, bubbles leaking out around the cock in my mouth.

Mr. K thrust nice and slow. At least he was gentle… for now. I made my cheeks go all concave for him as I tried to pleasure him.

I heard a bubbly “Oooooo.” My mother was right there, watching every time I took him deep. She looked like she was all turned on watching me suck cock.

Mr. K turned and smiled at my mom, a few bubbles coming out of his mouth. Then he grasped onto my head. That’s when he started thrusting a little faster.

I grunted as he pushed deeper into my mouth. I heard my mother moan excitedly. Then he started thrusting even harder.

I gagged up bubbles as he hit the back of my throat. That’s when I heard a bubbly, “Oooooo, fuck!” I took a quick glance over to see Mom bubbling as she aggressively mauled her breasts with one hand. Meanwhile, she was furiously fingering herself with the other.

I heard grunts and moans as Kristin bubbled into her mother’s crotch. That’s when Mrs. K turned and looked over at us. I heard her bubble, “So fucking hot!”

I did the best I could as Mr. K fucked my mouth harder. It was humiliating beyond belief, knowing everyone was watching me except Kristin, whose face was still buried in her mother’s muff. There were grunts, groans and bubbles, especially coming from my own mother as she watched me like a hawk.

I don’t know how long we were under. My limits were pushed until I was spewing out bubbles around the cock between my lips. I was sure Mr. K was going to drown me before he finally pulled out of my mouth and hauled me back up.

Kristin was already up at the surface panting like crazy when I came up. She gasped, “How was he, daddy?”

“Just fine, honey.”

“Does he suck like I suck?”

“Not bad.”

Mrs. K smiled as she asked my mom, “Natalie, what do you think? You said you wanted to see Mark fuck Jason’s mouth on your birthday. How was it?”

I was surprised to hear that. I was even more shocked when my mother replied, “Incredibly hot, Steph. It was worth it. I think I had a little orgasm down there while I was watching them.”

“Bondage night is always a fun night!” Kristin gasped enthusiastically.

“I can see why” was mom’s amused reply.

Kristin suddenly turned toward her mother and asked, “You’re going to make it fair tonight; aren’t you, mom?”

My mother became confused before asking our hostess, “Make it fair, Steph? What does that mean?”

“Of course I am,” Mrs. K told her daughter with a smile.

She allowed Kristin to tread water as she swam over to the edge of the pool. I saw her reach out and grab something. It was a black-looking dick with a strap attached.

I went pale as I watched Mrs. K submerge long enough to strap it on and secure it. Then she came back over to her daughter, helping to keep her up at the surface. “Cool!” Kristin blurted out. “Now it’ll be a fair competition!”

Mrs. K suddenly left her daughter and came over to me. She grabbed me as Mr. K went over to his daughter. Then Mrs. K turned toward my mother and gave her a lustful smile.

“You don’t mind watching a little while longer; do you, Natalie?”

“Gawd, no!” My mother breathed rapturously. “You’ve really got me looking forward to this!”

“This is gonna be SOO hot!” Kristin gasped excitedly. “Fuck his face really good, mom!”

Mrs. K smiled at me as she caressed my face. She was looking right at me as she told her daughter, “Honey, I’m planning on it.” I gulped as I got the shivers something fierce.

My cock was stiff as a board. Then my mother declared she would count us down. That’s when we all started taking long, deep breaths.

I heard, “One… two…” and at “…three!” I took a deep breath. Everyone inhaled deeply. Then Mrs. K pulled me down toward the bottom of the pool as the others came down with us…

2024 (written Apr 27 ‘24 by riwa)

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Suicidal handjobs 4 (32)

Posted on June 2, 2025 by riwa

My mother is an executive at a big company. She oversees a lot of people. But I didn’t discover until recently that she has a dark side.

On Monday night I had a question about my girlfriend Lupe. I sensed she was about to break up with me. She was a wild one, whereas I was much more conservative. I wanted to see if mom had any thoughts on how I might be able to keep her as a girlfriend.

I could not find mom anywhere in the house. The last place I looked was her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and I heard a buzzing sound.

I pushed it open a little more and looked inside. I was about to call out to her when what I saw made me clamp my lips shut in astonishment. Mom had a bottle of rum on the bedside table.

She was drinking again, which wasn’t all that unusual. But what was unusual was the way she was sitting on the side of the bed completely naked. She had some sort of thing in her hand with an electrical cord. It was something she was using between her legs.

Her laptop was open on the cosmetics table. It looked like she was recording herself. But that’s not what shocked me.

She had this .32 revolver in her left hand. It was cocked and ready to fire. And she had it pointed right at the side of her head!

Mom grunted and moaned as though she was drunk or something. I recognized the sounds from the many times she’d had sex with dad before the divorce. What the hell was she doing??

I stared incredulously. Then I turned and rushed back to my bedroom. I didn’t know what the hell to do!

Was mom suicidal? She hadn’t said a thing to me about how difficult work might be. Maybe it was because she was drinking heavily.

I thought about calling Lupe. But she’d already made it clear she was seeing someone else now. Who could I talk to about this?

All that night I couldn’t sleep. I kept dreaming of seeing mom holding that .32 to her head. Strangely it made my cock hard.

—

The next day mom got up and went to work. But she forgot and left her laptop behind. I knew she’d been recording herself, and I wanted to see the file she’d recorded from the night before.

I opened her laptop and found a folder called “guns and suicide” There were a bunch of files in it. I went back to my room, got a flash drive and downloaded them so I could look at them later. Then I went to school.

During the day I saw Lupe with one of the jocks at school. She didn’t pay any attention to me. I figured that meant our relationship was definitely over. But that’s not what made me want to hurry home from school.

When the last bell rang I rushed home and went right to my bedroom. I downloaded the files from the flash drive onto my computer. Then I pulled one up.

It showed a clip of mom with that .32 in her hand. Only this time she had it jammed into her pussy. It was as though she was masturbating with it.

I was shocked. I had no idea mom played with guns like that. It made me look at her in a whole new light.

I saw another video of mom drinking with a hunting rifle wedged between her legs. She had it pointed up at her skull as she masturbated. It looked like she wanted to make herself cum before she blew her brains out!

I went through several more clips. I found the one from the night before. Mom had some sort of electrical vibrating wand in her crotch. And she was sucking on the barrel of the .32 as though she wanted to blow her brains out! What a fucking slut!!

As I went through the clips I experienced a shameful arousal. My cock got hard in my pants. I finally had to take it out and stroke myself.

I heard the front door, followed by mom calling my name. I quickly pulled my pants back up and turned off my computer. Then I went out to greet her as though I’d seen nothing.

Mom asked how my day was. I told her I had broken up with Lupe. She said that was a shame as she thought Lupe was a nice girl. I told her Lupe was wild and crazy and that I had probably become too boring for her.

After supper mom went to her bedroom. It wasn’t long until I heard a familiar buzzing sound. So I went to take a peek.

Mom was drinking again. She was also naked and was once more using the wand in her crotch. This time she had a 9mm in her hand and was playing with it. I had no idea she had so many guns in the house!

I couldn’t help standing there watching her. It wasn’t long before my cock got hard in my pants. Mom vibrated herself harder as she sucked on the barrel of her 9mm as though she was sucking on a cock.

All of the sudden mom stiffened as she started to cry out. A moment later I saw her pull the trigger. There was a distinct “click”.

I couldn’t believe it! Mom had actually pulled the fucking trigger! It was a good thing there wasn’t a live round in the chamber.

By this time I had a raging hard-on. I rushed to my room and closed the door. Then I pulled out my cock and quickly stroked it. It took no time at all before I spurted all over the bed.

I panted quietly as I felt a mixture of shame and arousal. Damn! My mother was one sick cunt!

For the rest of the night I watched the clips mom had made of herself. I found a few where she actually pulled the trigger while she was edging. Naturally the gun never went off.

I found one clip of mom holding the 9mm in her cunt while sucking on the barrel of the .32. She writhed and moaned as though she wanted to blow herself away. I was so aroused, especially at seeing mom naked, that I stroked and creamed myself a couple more times before I finally shut off my computer and went to bed.

—

The next morning I got up and went to school as before. It was Wednesday, the middle of the week. But my mind was reeling. I didn’t know who to talk to about my sick fuck of a mother.

I wanted to say something to Lupe. But she was ignoring me now. That muscle-bound jock seemed to have her undivided attention.

I went home after school and pulled up those clips again on my computer. This time I didn’t hear mom come in the front door. I was so distracted that I didn’t even hear her open the door to my bedroom…

“Supper, honey.”

I frantically turned off my monitor. “Mom, you scared me half to death! Next time knock, ok?”

“I didn’t know a mother had to knock on her son’s door. Next time I’ll try to remember.”

She stood there for a long moment, looking at me kind of funny. Then she left to go put supper on the table. I started to panic, wondering how much she’d seen of what I was watching.

Supper was quiet; we hardly spoke to each other. I helped mom with the dishes. Then I went to my bedroom, making sure the door was closed.

After a while I got to wondering if she was in her bedroom playing with her guns again. The whole idea made me hard as a rock. So I got up and left my bedroom.

I went down the hall to mom’s room. To my surprise her bedroom door was open wider. When I looked inside I saw she was drinking again. And she had the .32 out.

This time I could hear her saying something. She was looking right at a mirror as she played with herself. And she was talking to it…

“…what do you think, honey? Your mother is one sick fuck, isn’t that right? Would you like to see your mother blow a hole in her filthy cunt?”

She pushed the barrel of the .32 into her pussy. I could tell how wet she was because I heard squishing noises as she fucked herself. Then she drunkenly told the mirror, “Should I do it, honey? Should I blow a hole in my filthy cunt? Or would you like to watch your sick mother blow a hole in her fucking head?”

She pulled the gun out of her pussy and put it in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel. Then she pulled it back out.

“What do you think, honey? Should I blow a hole out of the back of my fucking head? Should your sick mother blow her fucking brains out?”

My cock was rock hard; I was uncomfortable standing there. Mom was speaking as though she was talking to me and not that mirror. “Should I do it, honey? Will you cum if I blow my fucking brains out? Are you going to cum all over the place when this sick cunt puts a hole in her fucking head?”

That did it. I rushed back to my bedroom. Then I pulled down my pants, jerked out my meat and shot a load all over the floor.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the night. But I kept getting mental images of mom playing with her guns. I found myself wondering what it would look like if one night she might actually blow her brains out.

—

Thursday morning I went to school like I usually did. But all I could think about was my sick mother blowing her fucking brains out. I had a raging hard-on all day long.

Thursday evening was more of the same once I got home from school. After supper mom excused herself and went to her bedroom. But she left the door wide open as though making sure I could hear everything that was going on.

I went to the door and peeked inside. Mom was using the wand again. She was also drinking and was edging while holding the 9mm in her hand.

She looked at the mirror and drunkenly asked, “Are you hard, honey? Want to watch your sick fuck of a mother blow her fucking brains out? Would that make you cum, honey? Are you going to cum watching this sick cunt blow her fucking brains out?”

She really edged herself as she sucked on the barrel of the 9mm. I got hard all over again. I accidentally touched the door and made it creak a little.

She paused, but she didn’t even look in my direction. There was this crazy smile on her face though. I heard her drunkenly pant, “Honey, I want you to cum all over me as I blow my fucking brains out all over this bed!”

I stood there frozen in place as she edged with the wand. Then she held the barrel of the 9mm to the side of her head. “Want me to do it, honey? Tell me and this sick cunt will blow her fucking brains out for you.”

I held my breath as I watched incredulously. Then mom pulled the trigger. There was this very distinct “CLICK”.

I rushed to my bedroom. I pulled down my pants and whipped my cock out. I had barely stroked it before I was cumming all over the floor.

That night I had dreams about mom blowing her brains out. Every time she pulled the trigger my hard cock spurted. It was a fitful, restless evening, and I ended up making a mess of the bed.

—

The next morning mom woke me up. “Don’t be late for school, honey. Make sure you come right home, ok? After supper mommy’s got a nice surprise for you.”

I stared incredulously. What the hell did she mean by that? Was she going to blow her brains out for real? Was she going to invite me into the bedroom to watch??

That whole day while I was at school my mind was on my mother and her crazy gun fetish. What was she going to do when I got home? Was she going to invite me in to watch? Was she going to blow her fucking brains out?

That afternoon I walked around the halls as though in a daze. Lupe saw me and casually asked, “What the hell is wrong with you? You look like you’re in a state of shock!”

I didn’t know what to tell her. After all, I knew she really didn’t care about me anymore. Besides, she needed to hurry to catch up to that jock she was seeing.

I looked at her and shook my head. I told her, “After dinner tonight my mother is going to blow her brains out. I think she wants me to watch while I’m stroking my dick. Then she wants me to cum all over her when she pulls the trigger.”

Lupe let out a loud guffaw. She thought that was funny as hell. Then she looked at me curiously.

“Wait a minute. Are you serious??” I just nodded my head.

“Your mother would never do that, would she? Luis, you must be joking.”

“No I’m not, Lupe. Every night my mom gets drunk and plays with herself. She has these guns and pretends to shoot herself in the head.”

“How do you know she wants you to watch?”

“She leaves the door to the bedroom wide open. And she talks to a mirror as though I’m standing right in front of her. Mom’s made several video clips that show her edging and threatening to blow her brains out. I’ve seen them. Now she acts like she wants me to watch her shoot herself in the head and then cum all over her when it happens. I tell you, Lupe; my mother is one sick fuck!”

Lupe was incredulous. “Sonuvabitch!” she gasped. Then she looked all around.

She leaned close and whispered. “Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere!” Then she took off in the opposite direction.

I waited until she returned about five minutes later. “We can go now, Luis.”

“’We can go’?” I repeated in confusion. “Go where? What about that jock you’re seeing? What about Diego?”

“I told him my mom is sick and I’ve got to go take care of her. I told him I’d see him tomorrow. C’mon, Luis; let’s get out of here!”

“Get out of here and go where?”

“To your home, you idiot! You said your mom’s going to blow her brains out tonight, right?”

“I don’t know… maybe.”

“If she does then I want to be there! I want to watch that sick fuck blow her fucking brains out! This sounds way better than anything Diego would be able to come up with on a Friday night. C’mon; let’s go! Besides, I want to see those clips you talked about!”

I was surprised she wanted to go home with me. I guess she really wanted to watch my mom put a bullet in her brain. But maybe I shouldn’t have been so shocked.

Lupe always was kind of crazy. It dawned on me this was just the kind of thrill she craved. Now that we were walking home together she acted as though we had never broken up.

There was a new fire in her eyes. I thought it odd. Was it because she really wanted to watch my slut of a mother blow her brains out?

When we got home we went directly to my bedroom. I pulled up mom’s sick clips on the computer. Then I started playing them one by one.

At first Lupe was shocked. Then she got all turned on. “That is so fucking hot!” she panted breathlessly.

We watched one clip of mom edging while using the rifle. Lupe moved my chair so it was facing sideways to the computer monitor. Then she got down on her knees.

She sucked my cock as together we glanced over and watched my sick cunt of a mother get drunk and play with herself with her guns. Lupe even masturbated while watching the clip. The whole damned thing was crazy.

I finally came in Lupe’s mouth during the clip where mom fucked her cunt with the 9mm while sucking on the barrel of a snub-nosed .38. Lupe fingered herself the entire time. It’s amazing how turned on she was watching my mother’s videos.

We watched a different clip of mom with her .32. After edging to the point of orgasm, mom pressed the barrel against the side of her head and pulled the trigger. The gun didn’t fire, but Lupe actually shuddered in orgasm.

We watched a few more videos. After a while Lupe sat in my lap impaled on my dick as the two of us watched more clips. In one particular video my sick mother threatened to blow her head off with a shotgun.

We were both aroused when I played another clip of mom edging with the 9mm. She put the barrel into her mouth as she edged with the vibrating wand. Then she pulled the trigger.

There was that familiar “click” of the hammer hitting an empty chamber. But that didn’t seem to matter. I pumped a huge load up Lupe’s cunt as the crazy bitch came all over my dick.

All of the sudden there was a quiet knock on the door. I hollered, “Just a minute, mom!” Then we both hurried to get dressed.

On the other side of the door we heard… “It’s ok, honey. I just wanted you to know that supper is ready. Lupe can stay and eat with us if she wants.”

I looked at Lupe in shock. She looked at me as though she couldn’t believe it either! Had mom quietly opened the door and seen us in here fucking each other while watching her clips?? I hadn’t heard a thing!

We went out to the dining room for supper, both of us looking guilty as hell. We were more than a little embarrassed. Mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. She even told Lupe it was nice to have her back in our house again.

After the meal we sat around in the living room. Mom pulled out a bottle of rum and started drinking. Then she looked at the two of us and smiled. “Would you two like to see what I’ve got all set up in the bedroom?”

Lupe was never one to beat around the bush. She didn’t know how to be subtle either. She came right out and said, “Luis tells me you’re one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez. He says you’re going to blow your fucking brains out tonight and that you want him to cum all over your naked body as you pull the trigger. Is that right?”

For a minute I thought mom was going to blow a gasket. Instead she just smiled. Then she asked, “Would you like to watch? Is that why you’re here, Lupe? Do you want to watch me blow my fucking brains out? Maybe you do. After all, I saw you watching my clips in Luis’ room.”

I was horrified. “Mom, you saw??” She nodded as she giggled drunkenly.

Lupe couldn’t believe what was going on. “You are one sick cunt, Miss Velasquez! Are you really going to blow your fucking brains out?”

Mom giggled drunkenly. Then she asked, “Want to come into my bedroom and find out?”

“You’re damned right I do! C’mon, Luis! Let’s go watch your sick cunt of a mother blow her fucking brains out! It’ll be the most exciting Friday night I’ve had in a long, long time!”

Mom stood up with her bottle in hand. She waved for us to follow her. Then we all headed off to her bedroom.

Once we were inside she proceeded to get undressed right in front of us. Mom wasn’t ashamed of being naked or anything. She slipped out of all her clothes until she wasn’t wearing a thing. Mom has huge tits with these big, brown nipples.

Lupe looked at me and shook her head. “Your mom is one sick cunt, Luis!”

Mom just smiled at her. Then she told us, “Well? Are you two going to get naked for me or not? This sick cunt wants to see her son’s cock cum all over her as she puts a hole in her fucking head.”

“I’m in!” Lupe declared as she started to undress. I was really embarrassed. But my cock was rock hard and needed to be released from its confinement.

Mom took another drink out of the bottle. Then she fetched her wand and her .32 revolver. She showed it to the both of us so we could see it was real.

She plugged in the wand and then stuck it in her crotch. Lupe stood there watching incredulously. Then my former girlfriend started groping and fondling her boobs as though she was really turned on at the thought my mom might actually go through with it.

Mom touched herself all over. Then she picked up the .32 and put the barrel into her mouth. My cock was stiff; I couldn’t help stroking myself.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked with growing excitement.

Mom pulled it out of her mouth. Then she drunkenly pointed it at Lupe. “Want to find out?”

My former girlfriend stiffened in alarm. Mom giggled at her sick joke. Then she pressed the barrel to the side of her head.

Lupe stared incredulously. “Are you really going to do it, Miss Velasquez? Do it; I won’t stop you! Fucking do it, you sick cunt!”

Mom pulled the hammer back. Lupe panted for breath as she furiously rubbed her crotch. I was stroking like crazy.

“FUCKING DO IT!” Lupe cried out.

Mom pulled the trigger. The hammer landed on an empty chamber. My cock went off in my hand. For a moment there I was sure she had loaded it.

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped disappointedly. “I thought you loaded it! You’re nothing but a fake and a fraud, Miss Velasquez! You are one sick cunt; you know that??”

Mom got up from the bed with a drunken smile on her face. She walked over to a dresser with two smaller drawers up in the top. She opened one, reached inside and pulled out a bullet.

She smiled at Lupe as she chambered the round. Then she gave the cylinder a spin. There was no way of knowing which chamber it was in.

She brought a chair over right to the end of the bed. She had me sit down in it until my knees were touching the mattress. Then she sat down and faced me, putting the vibrating wand between her legs so it was vibrating her crotch.

She reached out and took my cock in her hand. Then she started stroking it. At the same time she pressed the barrel of the .32 to the side of her head.

“Fucking hell!” Lupe gasped. “Is it really loaded now??”

Mom smiled at her as she stroked my cock. I don’t know why I was so fucking hard again. The whole damned thing was insane.

“You’re really going to do it??” Lupe asked incredulously. Mom removed the gun from the side of her head. Then she put the barrel into her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it! Was mom really going to pull the trigger? Was she really going to shoot herself??

“I don’t believe it!” Lupe gasped as she goaded her. “You haven’t got the guts! C’mon, Miss Velasquez; do it! Blow your fucking brains out! Blow a hole out the back of your fucking head!”

We watched breathlessly as mom pulled the hammer back. She moaned as she sucked on the barrel in her mouth. Lupe eagerly rubbed her crotch as mom stroked my dick. The wand buzzed wedged up against her crotch the entire time.

“DO IT, YOU SICK FUCK! BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!” For a moment I thought Lupe was just as crazy as my mother, especially for wanting to see her shoot herself.

I watched in astonishment as mom pulled the trigger. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. For some reason I breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s not loaded!” Lupe challenged. “You didn’t put anything in there at all, did you? It’s a trick… either that or you put a blank in there. Am I right?”

In response mom checked the revolver. She carefully rotated the cylinder. Then she pointed the gun up at the ceiling, pulled the hammer back and fired.

The shot wasn’t very loud. But it made Lupe and I jump just the same. Bits of plaster trickled down from the ceiling.

Lupe’s eyes opened wide in amazement. “You mean the damned thing was loaded after all?? You could have killed yourself! Miss Velasquez, you are one sick FUCK!”

Mom smiled as she got up and went over to the dresser. She opened the drawer, reached in and pulled out another round. Then she chambered it before giving the cylinder a spin.

She came over and sat back down on the bed as before, even putting the vibrating wand back between her legs. Once more she began stroking my cock. But she looked at Lupe the whole time as though daring her to say anything.

“Is it loaded?” Lupe asked breathlessly. “Is it fucking loaded?? Are you going to try again, Miss Velasquez?? Ohmygawd! You are one… sick… FUCK!”

Mom wedged the vibrator tight against her crotch. Then she stroked my cock as she pressed the barrel to the side of her head. She moaned and panted as though she was aroused as hell. Her nipples were hard and protruding.

My cock was hard in her grasp as she stroked me. Next to me Lupe was touching herself all over. She looked like she was delirious. All she cared about was seeing my mom put a bullet in her brain…

“Do it, Miss Velasquez! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom really stroked me as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe furiously fingered herself. “DO IT, BITCH! PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER! LET’S SEE IF IT’S LOADED OR NOT!”

Mom looked at Lupe for a long moment. Then she eyed me lustfully as she stroked my dick. “Shall I do it, honey?”

“Tell her, Luis! Tell her to blow her fucking brains out! TELL HER!” Lupe really wanted mom to pull the trigger.

“Shall I do it, honey? Shall I pull the trigger? Will you cum all over me if I pull the trigger?”

“Tell her, Luis!! Tell her to do it!”

Mom eagerly stroked me. Lupe kept goading me. I finally confessed the unthinkable…

“Yes, mom. I want you to do it.”

“Really, son? Do you want your sick cunt of a mother to blow her fucking brains out?”

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER! FUCK; I WANT TO WATCH HER BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT! YOU DO TOO; I KNOW YOU DO!”

“Is that true, honey? Do you want me to blow my brains out?” She was really stroking me. I was going to cum either way.

“Yes, mom,” I panted shamefully. “I want you to do it.”

“TELL THE SICK CUNT TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT!”

I looked at Lupe, amazed she could be so cruel and callous. But she was right. Shamefully it’s what I wanted.

“TELL HER, LUIS! TELL HER TO BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT, YOU MORON!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted breathlessly. “Blow your fucking brains out for me!”

Mom smiled as she pulled the trigger…

…click…

It didn’t matter whether or not the gun fired. I shot a load all over her naked chest, stomach and legs. Mom seemed to love feeling my cream splatter all over her naked body.

“Fuck!” Lupe gasped. “The cunt fucking did it! Too bad it was an empty chamber.”

Mom looked at her before patting the bed right next to her. Lupe sat down close to her. Mom motioned for her to reach out and grab my cock.

Lupe was more than agreeable… “Hell yeah, Miss Velasquez! I’ll sit next to you and stroke Luis’ dick as you blow your fucking brains out!”

Mom smiled as she shook her head. She took the gun and gave the cylinder a spin. Then she handed it over to her.

Lupe looked at it incredulously. For a second she jerked her hand away as though it was a poisonous snake. Then she looked me right in the eye.

I thought I would get soft after cumming all over mom. But the idea of watching Lupe play along had me hard all over again. She looked at me and panted, “Luis? Do you really want me to…?”

I nodded my head as I smiled at her. Mom looked at her and quietly told her, “Maybe I’ll get to watch you blow your fucking brains out instead, honey. What do you say?”

Lupe looked at her for a long moment. Then she took the .32 out of her hand. “I’m not afraid! I’ll play along! Hell, I’m so fucking horny I’m liable to cum all over myself!”

Lupe pulled the wand out from between mom’s clenched legs. “I want to edge too, you suck fuck!” Then she crammed it into her crotch before closing her legs tight to keep it in place.

Lupe vigorously stroked my cock as she got a good grasp on the .32. She looked at me and smiled. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it!” mom panted breathlessly. “Who’s the sick fuck now?”

“Of course you want to watch me do it, you filthy cunt. Question is: does Luis want to see me do it?”

She stroked my twitching cock as she grinned lewdly at me. “How about it, Luis? Want to watch me pull the fucking trigger?”

By now I was too far gone to care. Besides, after tonight she was probably going to go back to that stupid jock Diego anyway. “Do it!” I challenged. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe looked at me with a wild look in her eyes. She pressed the barrel to the side of her head just like mother had done. Then she stroked me as she panted, “Tell me to do it, Luis! Tell me to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, bitch!” I taunted. “Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out!”

Lupe panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She paused for a long moment. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

…and with that Lupe shuddered hard in orgasm. I almost came in her hand.

“Fuck; what a rush!” she gasped when she got her breath back. Then she handed the gun back over to mom.

“Your turn, you suck cunt! Put the gun back in your mouth. Suck it like you want to suck your son’s cock! Put it in your mouth and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

Mom smiled as she spun the cylinder. She jerked the wand out of Lupe’s crotch and wedged it into her own. The wand was clearly wet from two dripping pussies.

She moved Lupe’s hand away. Then she grasped onto my cock. That’s when she began eagerly stroking me.

She panted for breath as she put the gun in her mouth. She began sucking on the barrel as she pulled the hammer back. Lupe’s eyes opened wide as she panted for breath while furiously fingering herself…

“Ohmyfuckinggawd! Do it, you sick fuck! Pull the trigger and blow your fucking brains out the back of your fucking head!”

I found myself panting heavily for breath. The whole scene seemed so surreal. I couldn’t believe mom and Lupe were sitting side by side playing Russian roulette while stroking my cock!

Mom moaned as she sucked on the barrel. She got a good grasp on the trigger. “Do it, bitch!” Lupe gasped. “Blow your brains out, you sick fuck! Luis, tell your mother to pull the fucking trigger!”

“Do it, mom!” I panted excitedly. “Blow your fucking brains out! Pull the trigger! Blow your brains out and I swear I’ll cum all over your twitching corpse!”

Mom gazed at me with a look of drunken lust in her eyes. Then she slowly pulled the trigger…

…click…

“FUCK!” Lupe gasped. “Are you sure you put a bullet in the chamber?”

Mom smiled as she pulled the barrel out of her mouth. She spun the cylinder and handed it over. “Put the barrel in your mouth, pull the fucking trigger and find out for yourself!”

“You sick cunt! Give me that!”

Lupe snatched it out of mom’s grasp. She slapped mom’s hand off my erection. Then she grabbed on and started tugging and jerking me. This time she didn’t bother retrieving the wand for herself.

I was on this crazy sexual high. Mom and Lupe were actually playing Russian roulette against each other. Which one of them was going to end up dead before the night was over?

I panted for breath as Lupe really stroked me. ”We’ll just see who the sick cunt is!” Then she put the barrel of the gun into her mouth.

She groaned as though she was really turned on. Lupe pulled the hammer back. Then she pulled the trigger.

Bone and brain matter sprayed out the back of her head at the sound of the shot. Her eyes flew open in shock. That’s when my cock spurted all over her chest, stomach and legs. Mom gasped and then cried out in orgasm.

Lupe slowly fell over backward as the hand with the fired gun fell into her lap. Cum and urine flowed out of her crotch, staining the bed. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling with unseeing eyes as blood came out of her mouth.

Mom drunkenly motioned at her corpse. “You’ve got to fuck that slut’s cunt now, honey. She blew her brains out for you. Now you’ve got to fuck her.”

I must have been out of my mind as I pulled Lupe close to the edge of the bed. I spread her legs wide. Then I stuck my cock inside her.

Mom panted for breath. “Yes, honey! Fuck that sexy corpse!” Then she rose up.

She walked over to the dresser as I fucked Lupe’s cooling corpse. I saw mom retrieve yet another round. She slid it into a chamber and then spun the cylinder before coming back over.

“My turn, honey,” she panted. “Do you want to cum inside that dead cunt as I blow my brains out? Or do you want to cum all over this sick cunt’s naked body?”

I pulled out of Lupe and then sat in the chair facing mom. She put the wand between her legs up into her crotch. Then she began stroking my cock again. We ignored Lupe lying next to her with the wound bleeding out the back of her head onto the bed.

“What about it, honey? Want to watch your mother put a bullet in her fucking head? Want to watch me blow my fucking brains out?”

“Do it, mom!” I gasped as she stroked me. “Blow your fucking brains out!”

“Two dead, sick cunts instead of one; eh, honey?”

“Fuck yeah, mom!”

Mom jerked my meat. “Got any cum left for your sick cunt of a mother?”

“I got plenty for you, mom!” By now I was delirious.

Mom panted for breath as she pulled the hammer back. She put the barrel into her mouth and began sucking on it. Her finger teased the trigger.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped. “Do it, mom! Blow your fucking brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom stroked me harder as she writhed to the buzzing vibrator. Then she pulled the trigger…

…click…

I almost sprayed her anyway.

I reached forward and grabbed onto the wand. I moved it hard against her wet cunt. Mom moaned with lust in her eyes.

I reached my hand out. “Want me to play too, mom?” She grinned at me as she spun the cylinder. Then she passed the .32 over to me.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Mom really stroked me as I held the wand up against her wet cunt. We were both crazy!

I held my breath as I stuck the gun in my mouth. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking as I pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

Damn! I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Mom didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed either.

She took the gun back from me. She gave the cylinder a spin. Then she put the barrel in her mouth and sucked on it as she eagerly tugged on my dick. At the same time I tried to vibrate the wand between her legs, although she was really clenching.

Mom pulled the hammer back. Then she looked at me questioningly. I drunkenly smiled as I told her, “Do it! Do it, mom! Blow your brains out, you sick fuck!”

Mom pulled the trigger. We both heard the sound of the shot. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of her head as my cock went off in her hand, spraying all over her naked body.

She slowly went over backwards onto the bed as she went into spasms. I think she was cumming as she was dying. She soaked the bed with her urine and her flowing juices.

I pulled her to the end of the bed and moved the wand out of the way. Then I pushed my cock into her filthy cunt. She was warm and wet. I could still feel her dying spasms.

I finally pulled out of her. I looked at her lying side by side with Lupe. They were both staring up at the ceiling, vacant looks of surprise on their faces.

I slowly took the revolver out of her hand. I numbly went over to the dresser. I pulled open the drawer and got out another round.

I chambered it before walking back to the end of the bed. I gave the cylinder a spin. Then I sat next to my mom’s cooling corpse.

I put the gun in my mouth and pulled the hammer back. Then I pulled the trigger…

…click…

I didn’t even bother spinning the cylinder. I pulled the hammer back and fired again…

…click…

My cock was getting hard again. I started stroking myself as I pulled the hammer back. Then I sucked on the end of the barrel, wondering what mom and Lupe had gotten out of playing Russian roulette.

I received my answer when the gun went off. Bone and brain matter blew out the back of my head.

I slowly fell over backward. I ended up lying flat on my back next to my dead mother. I stared upward in surprise as my cock oozed cum and piss…

2020 (written for “S C” Apr 13 ’20 by riwa. Remember: this is just fiction.)

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Fatal Directions 2.8 (29)

Posted on May 26, 2025 by riwa

He enters the building and warily looks around, unable to believe his good fortune. There’s no one at the counter. The only one in the facility seems to be a young woman in the pool, shooting plastic kids’ balls up at a basketball hoop attached to a support.

Her bikini is predominantly red with colorful stripes that run horizontally across her bottoms. Her top is skimpy, showing off her ample cleavage. The urge suddenly hits him hard.

He licks his lips as he looks all around again. This is such a perfect opportunity. It’s one he simply cannot turn down.

“Is there anybody home?” he calls out to the female in the water.

She stops what she’s doing, holding the ball in her hands as she looks in his direction. “She’s out back!” she calls out helpfully. “Just use the phone on the counter to ring her up! She’ll be right in!”

“All I need are some directions. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with this area; are you?”

“I live a half-hour away, but I might be able to help.”

“That’d be great!” he says with a smile as he makes his way down the side of the pool toward her. “I think I‘m lost.”

‘So beautiful!’ he thinks as he comes up to the edge of the pool and looks at her. ‘She looks so beautiful. And she‘s so alone.’

“What are you looking for?” she asks. She’s all smiles, trying to be helpful.

“I’m trying to find a farmhouse near Baker Flats. Am I on the right road?” That’s when he leans over the edge toward her.

…so beautiful… so alone…

“You just follow the highway in that direction,” she says, pointing the way. “West, I think. Another 20 miles or so. The highway should take you right to it.”

“Well, I’m looking for this farmhouse,” he says, fumbling in his jacket. “All I have is this picture. The caption says it’s just outside Baker Flats. I know I have it in here somewhere.” Then he pats his pockets in frustration.

“I’m not sure about the farmhouses around here,” she says uncertainly.

Instinctively she wades toward him. He’s acting like he has something he wants to show her. She won’t be able to see it unless she gets closer.

“I don’t pay much attention to the farmhouses when I drive this stretch of highway. I just like to come here to swim.” Then she tosses the ball aside.

“You might recognize this one,” he says as he continues to check his jacket pockets. “If only I can remember where I put it now.”

His heart beats faster as she draws nearer… That’s it – that’s it! Come closer, my lovely…

“What kind of farmhouse is it?” she asks as she approaches the side of the pool.

“Oh, it’s very unique!” he says excitedly. “It has a bright red, two-story barn that really stands out. I’m told it’s quite a sight. Here; let me show you.”

He reaches into his jacket pocket muttering, “I know it’s in here somewhere!” Then he kneels down as though he’s going to produce the picture… That’s it, my pet… just a little closer…

“I’m not sure I’ve seen anything like that around here,” she says curiously as she wades to the edge of the pool. “It sounds like a marvelous place. I’d like to see that barn.”

His heart beats excitedly in his chest, knowing the moment is at hand. It’s an intoxicating feeling. He experiences an incredible rush knowing what she does not know.

He wants to drown her. He wants to snuff out the life of a beautiful, innocent unsuspecting young woman. He’s so excited that his hands are shaking a little.

“Here it is!” he declares as he pulls his hand out of his jacket.

She instinctively leans closer, eager to see this amazing farmhouse with its intriguing barn. It takes a moment for her to realize there’s nothing in his hand. She’s astonished at his deception.

It’s all the time he needs. He lashes out a hand. Then he victoriously grabs a handful of hair.

She cries out in alarm. Then she screams in utter horror as her head is pushed under. A flurry of bubbles erupt all around her head.

Her feet fly out from under her as she thrashes about. She kicks wildly as she claws at the hand in her hair. The rest of her dark brown strands flow all around her head.

He cannot believe his good fortune. The serial drowner has stumbled upon another unwitting victim. He cannot believe his good fortune… Yes! Ohmygawd; yes! It feels incredible!

Excitement surges through his body like a drug hitting his nervous system. He watches excitedly as she squirms and struggles in his iron grip. There’s a burst of bubbles, followed by another. Then her body starts convulsing, indicating she’s just sucked pool water into her lungs…

Yes, my sweet! Drown for me! Show me those glorious convulsions!

He’s never felt so alive as he does at this very moment. He always feels this euphoric the moment he’s depriving an unsuspecting young thing of her right to breathe. One moment she’s alive, and well… Then next she is hitching and gurgling as she drowns in his relentless grip.

Her struggles lessen as her hands weakly flail about. Her body spasms in obvious agony. Then she abruptly goes limp at the surface.

The last of her air slips out of her lungs. It flows freely to the surface, erupting in little bubbles through her waving brown hair. Now there’s no longer a need to hold her head underwater.

He rises up, sighing happily as a feeling of intense pleasure flows through his body. He stares at her floating form for the longest time while shaking the water off his hand… So very, very good…

Sadly he decides it’s time to leave. He’d like to stay a little longer, but he’s had his fix. There’s no need to take any unnecessary chances.

He stands up and looks around to confirm he’s still alone. Thankfully there are no witnesses to be dealt with.

He quickly walks back along the edge of the pool and slips out the door. His bloodlust has been temporarily quenched again. He leaves her bobbing up and down in the water.

Lifeless eyes stare down at the pool floor. A mouth agapes open. A few more bubbles slip out, followed by a few more.

Her legs sink lower into the water. Then she loses all buoyancy. She slowly descends to the bottom.

Her feet come in contact with the cement floor. She slowly topples forward until she’s lying on her chest. Eventually she’ll be discovered when the manager comes inside. But it’s only because the woman casually looks down into her pool and sees the body lying on the bottom.

2007; 2020 (written Feb 3 ’07; ed. Jul 17 ‘20 by riwa)

(The story is inspired by the picture of the ex-Mrs. Riwa doing a good job of floating face down while holding her breath.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4.3 (8)

Posted on May 25, 2025 by riwa

Coming June rewards

Angry moon lifeguard
Alasker wet AI shorts
Entertaining the troops
One last argument
AF’s Escape Artist 3
Satisfying his last client
Her Santamos Island exit strategy
Dolcett Magazine – decap section
American swim III
Air bed
Erotic website scenes-Taylor
And another Club story

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards.

There have been a lot of distractions this month. For one, mom developed some issues just getting around from a backache situation. She developed a lot of pain, and had to abandon her sofa. It was already a challenge for her to get in and out of.

I was over there almost every day, taking her to the chiropractor while helping out around the house. She tried not to keep me too long as she knows I have a life of my own. But there were some things she struggled to do on her own. Thus, whenever I helped her out, I usually took a lot of time when I got back home to decompress from the stress of worrying about my mother.

As time has gone on, she has gotten much better. She’s seen the doctor a couple times, and has even had at-home therapy. As a result, she is almost back to where she was when this whole thing started. My stress levels have diminished considerably, and I’ve been able to apply myself to my stories a little better. I’m so blessed to still have her in my life.

Speaking of my stories, I have not failed to consider how blessed I am that you are all my patrons. You could go anywhere else, but you have chosen to come here. I’m humbled and honored. Perhaps that’s why I apply myself to editing and perfecting the flow of the narrative. I consider you all to be sharp as tacks. Thus, I feel I need to be at the top of my game when I write for you. That’s probably why some stories don’t get written. I’m concerned about the quality I give to you, and if the details are not coming, I put it aside and work on something else until I can get it right.

(Hey, we’re having a little thunderstorm as I’m writing this. The power just flickered off and on. Thankfully I only lost a sentence or two. But I’m back up and running.)

Anyway, I just want you all to know that I don’t take any of you for granted. I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you so very much for being my patrons. I pray for you all that God will bless you and your families.

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