Chapter 2
Mike was strangely silent at breakfast the next morning. Sharon had fixed his favorite-thick slices of country ham, fluffy scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes and a platter of butter-drenched cinnamon toast. He ate without comment, reading the paper in a mood of quiet contemplation. It made her feel more like a maid than his mother and lover.
"This doesn't change anything," he said, finishing with a smack of his lips. "I still want a tender young virgin. I want her tied to the bed-hot, ready and waiting when I get home from school."
Sharon sighed bleakly. She'd worn her sexiest filmy black negligee, hoping to make him forget his demand of the night before.
"You don't need anyone else," she said pleadingly. "I can more than satisfy you."
He gazed in distraction at her veiled cleavage, the soft hump of her copper-haired pussy mound and the tempting flare of her luscious ass-cheeks. She was woman enough to satisfy any man for a while, but Mike still craved variety. His eyes swept down her long cascade of sunny auburn hair.
"A blonde would be nice for a change," he said with the faintest hint of a smile. "Someone tall and slender, slinky like a cat."
Her green eyes flared with jealousy. She was about to tell him to find his own young cunt if he wanted one so much. Then Sharon saw that he was slipping on the black leather jacket he'd used to restrain her the night before.
"I'll-I'll do the best I can," she promised meekly.
"Find one that's not too willing," Mike said at the door with a lingering backward glance. "There's something very exciting about a struggling cunt."
Sharon felt a rash of mixed emotion when he walked out the door. Having sex in bondage with her son had been the most lewdly thrilling experience of her life. It wasn't something she wanted to share.
At noon the doorbell rang and Sharon was still wearing her long black negligee. She looked deliciously sexy but felt deep in despair. She opened the door just a crack and peered out to see a towering young woman in a somber tweed suit.
Riveting blue eyes looked back from behind thick-lensed, wire-framed glasses.
"Mrs. Parker?" the woman asked in a voice that rang with authority.
"Y-y-yes," Sharon answered with sudden concern. Guilt weighed heavily on her mind.
"I'm Veronica Wilwright, Department of Social Services." She flashed a badge and official I.D. in a menacing black leather case.
Sharon said, "There must be some mistake." She tried to slam the door. "I didn't call for a social worker."
The door wouldn't close. The woman had a thick black shoe wedged in the gap. "I'm not a social worker, I'm a special investigator, and you can't solve your problems by slamming the door."
A long sigh came from Sharon's soft lips as she relented, slowly stepping back to let the austere-looking young blonde enter the room.
"My husband put you up to this?" she guessed.
"Through his attorney, yes. Some very serious charges have been made against you."
"They're all lies," Sharon said hollowly.
"That's what I'm here to find out." Veronica Wilwright was probably in her mid-twenties, but her frumpy tweed suit and severe upswept hair style made her look older. "It has been alleged you have an illicit relationship with your son."
"There's no proof of that."
"But certainly an indication. At noon I find you wearing nothing but a revealing black negligee. Is that how you were dressed when you sent young Mike off to school?"
"Young Mike," she sneered, "is already more a man than most."
"Man enough to resist such obvious temptation?" The young woman's blue eyes roamed over Sharon's lush figure and a knowing grin curled her taut lips.
"My son wants someone younger," she replied with bitter frankness.
"That doesn't really answer my question. Have the two of you ever entered into an incestuous relationship?"
Sharon deeply resented the intrusion upon her already-troubled life. Her temper flared. "Mike has fucked me, if that's what you mean."
"Just as I suspected." Her holier-than-thou-grin curved wider.
"But you'll never be able to prove it," Sharon shot back. "I'll deny everything, and so will he."
"I already have the proof I need, Mrs. Parker." Veronica flashed a chilling smile and fingered what looked like a button on the lapel of her tweed suit. "This is a microphone wired to a miniature tape recorder. A judge hearing our conversation will almost certainly find you unfit. He might even send you to jail."
"You devious bitch! I don't think that's legal!"
"The law gives us great freedom in family matters," Veronica said. Then her cold glaring eyes became more calculating. "Of course, I might be persuaded to erase the tape and file a favorable report."
"If you're thinking about blackmail, forget it. I'm down to my last twenty dollars and there's no more where that came from."
"With my contacts in the community, I could ' help you find a position that would end all your financial worries." Veronica let the offer dangle bait and took a step forward with a new kind of predatory gleam in her blue eyes.
Sharon stepped back in apprehension. "Why the sudden change of heart?" she demanded suspiciously.
"I'm a lesbian, Sharon-not a woman immune to the charms of a luscious ripe body like yours." She came forward again, her long arms reaching out.
"Oh, Jesus!" Sharon lurched back and crashed against the wall. The idea of lesbian sex had always disgusted her.
Veronica grinned contentedly and clamped her hands on the older woman's lush breasts. "I won't mind if you resist me at first. I'm what unsympathetic males are inclined to call a bull dyke. like them, I enjoy sex most when a woman struggles. I have a thick hot clit that will eventually entrance you."
"There's no chance of that," Sharon moaned, twisting and squirming to escape Veronica's tit-squeezing grasp. "For the last five days I've been fucking and sucking a ten-inch prick, and
I just can't get excited about anything smaller than that."
Veronica clamped and kneaded soft tit until Sharon's thick dark nipples bulged. "I have a dildo in my briefcase that's longer and thicker than any cock. I'll strap that on later if you like and fuck your cunt until you can't walk."
Sharon broke from the clutches of claw-like hands and turned away. Veronica grabbed her trailing hair and yanked the woman back.
"God damn it, let me go!" Sharon thrashed and reached back to claw at the hand snarled in her long hair.
Veronica tugged and pulled the woman off balance.
"The bedroom must be down here," she said, starting into the hall.
"Help! Rape! Oh, God ... somebody call the police!"
"The neighbors aren't paying any attention," the blonde said smugly. "I've already checked. They heard it all last night through these paper-thin walls. They know what a slut you are." She laughed wickedly again and threw Sharon forward so that she stumbled and sprawled facedown on the bed.
Before she could recover, Veronica had her briefcase open on the floor bedside her. Sharon heard the clank of cold chain.
"You can't do this to me," she moaned.
"You're a public official, and I know my rights!"
"Try telling that to a judge," the lofty blonde replied coldly. "I can still arrange for your case and your confession to be heard in open court." She locked a steel ratchet jaw tight on Sharon's right wrist and secured the dangling chain to a bedpost above her head.
Veronica then hauled the struggling auburn-haired beauty onto her back and swiftly manacled her flailing left arm. She chained that to the bedpost on the other side.
Sharon's cringing fear of restraint came surging back. With her son and the strait jacket last night there had been the compensating thrill of sexual excitement. With this sinewy, glowing, silver-haired blonde there was only the fear of unthinkable perversion.
Her mind was set to excuse incest, but not homosexual activity of any kind. Sharon reasoned that she had been driven by natural instinct. What could be more normal than love between a mother and son?
Sharon kicked and squirmed in revulsion, but Veronia had little trouble getting the shackles locked on her ankles, her legs spread and chained to posts at the foot of the bed.
She swept out a hand with long, glossy red nails and laid open the front of Sharon's filmy black negligee.
"You're more appealing than I'd dared hope," Veronica said with a smile.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sharon tugged and fought against the binding changes in a frenzy of wasted effort.
"For sheer pleasure, my dear. That's why we humans do most things. You cared more for the pleasure of sex with your son than you did for the tedium of marriage and life in a boringly proper suburban home. You gave up dull respectability for the thrill of forbidden delight. We share that compulsive desire for sexual excitement, it's just that our tastes vary slightly."
Veronica reached down, smiling, and gripped the handle of a braided blacksnake whip coiled ominously in the bottom of her briefcase. Sharon watched in trembling terror as the sleek leather coils unwound beneath Veronica's rising hand.
"This will hurt you no more than a man's cock," the smirling blonde assured her helpless victim. "And the stinging lash will make your flesh tingle in ways that rough male hands never could."
"What the hell do you know about men?" Sharon sobbed. "Have you ever been fucked by ten inches of throbbing hot prick?"
Veronica's patrician nose wrinkled in disgust. "I would never submit to such vile degradation," she said sharply. "I've struggled all my life to rise above men and share the power they're born with between their legs. The role of cringing sex slave is only right for stupid, submissive bitches like you."
Her long arm arched back and the braided lash hissed high above Veronica's upswept hair. With a snarl of seething resentment, her arm snapped forward and down. The whip cracked and came down in a stinging black blur.
Sharon screamed and writhed, wrenching her splayed crotch. The whip struck again, lower down this time. Its biting tip parted the soft lips of her cunt and burned her tender clit.
The whip hissed and lashed down on Sharon's left tit. Pain like a red hot dagger stabbed into her chest. "You gave yourself to your husband in return for the promise of material things. He called you his wife only because that word sounds better than live-in whore."
Stinging black leather slashed down on the rounded peak of Sharon's other tit. The fiery pain burned deep again. Her lush body writhed and jerked, clanking the four chains binding her spread-eagled.
"Your son took the pleasures of your faithless cunt for no price at all! That makes you worse than a whore!" the blonde bitch-goddess roared. "Your husband saw you as a wanton and threw you out. Your son took his fiendish pleasure and now wants someone younger.
Where does that leave you?"
Veronica's lithe arm wielded the lash in a fury of fast-stroking blows. Braid-patterned welts laced Sharon's body and bounding pussy mound. Simmering fuck juices oozed from her anguished cunt, driven by the writhing contractions of pain. The scent of her steaming musk soon rilled the room.
"You poor little bitch," Veronica cooed in mocking sympathy. "You're defiled enough to find pleasure in pain. You would happily fuck the most repulsive man on earth for just a moment's relief.
Sharon shuddered and moaned. "You're more heartless and cruel than any man I've ever known."
"But only to teach you a lesson, my sweet. When you surrender yourself to me, you will experience the deep joy of tender affection. You will fall in love with the pulsing vigor of my thick hot clit."
The strain of flailing the lash had swollen Veronica's clit hard. The clit looked like a blossoming pink bud emerging from her narrow wedge of silvery cunt hair. It sheened and sparkled, the size of a man's thumb knuckle.
Sharon gazed through tear-streaked eyes. In a way it amazed her. Her own clit was hardly larger than a shirt button and rarely did it emerge from a sheltering fold of tender flesh.
Veronica's clit bulged and throbbed with the same surging vigor as a man's cock.
Pained by the web of fiery welts that blazed across her chest, Sharon remained stubbornly strong. Her green eyes focused intently on the best another woman had to offer.
Then she laughed and sneered, "I'd have more fun sucking the withered prick of a ninety-six-year-old man!"
"You slovenly whore! You stinking slut cunt! You still think that only a man's cock can give you pleasure?"
Sharon recoiled, fully expecting another vicious whiplash. Instead, Veronica dropped the whip and climbed up at the foot of the bed.
Sharon smirked through a veil of tears and remained smug having no idea how intense pain weakens the spirit to leave the mind open to suggestion. "When it comes to what I call fucking, what you've got is about nine inches short."
"We'll soon see." Veronica was arched above Sharon on hands and knees, leering down like a cat perched atop a canary cage. Slowly, the lithe blonde lesbian let herself down with a rasping sigh of expectation.
Her hands cupped to fondle Sharon's lush tits, stroking and teasing until her dark nipples bulged. Then her lips swept from one to the other and wetly caressed them.
After the biting tongue of the braided whip, Veronica's soft lips sparked exquisite delight. Her tongue lazed around bulging nipples and stroked each nub that studded the ring around them.
Then her lips closed like a velvet-lined vise. Her tongue swept back and forth with the lightness of a feather.
Sharon sighed and squealed in delight. Veronica's tit sucking was so much more expert than her son's, better even than her husband of almost twenty years.
"I know how to please as well as I know how to torment you," Veronica said. "You're mine now. You'll never ache to feel a man's rough caresses again. Give yourself to me fully and know complete satisfaction without regret for the first time in your life."
Veronica's deep voice was almost hypnotic. Sharon found herself nodding, forgetting the chains that bound her with arms and legs helplessly spread. The commanding blonde kissed one hot-whipped tit and lovingly fondled the other while pressing her midsection down slowly.
Sharon's lush body heaved in response to the touch of hot clit, which felt to her just like the head of a man's cock. She twitched and strained, arching herself high to meet the expected thrust that would fill her simmering cunt.
Instead, she felt swirling pressure on her clit.
Then Veronica pumped her slender hips and jarred Sharon into convulsive spasms of ecstasy.
The lanky blonde's driving and twisting pelvic motions were exquisite. One rippling shock of pleasure rapidly followed another. Contractions worked deep into Sharon's lusty cunt and undulated back up.
"Oh, Sharon ... I knew you'd like it. I'm going to give you the best climax of your life."
The writhing beauty moaned. "If I only had a cock in me now. My wringing cunt would milk it dry in no time."
"Yes, and then you'd be left not fully satisfied. Don't men often cum before you've experienced complete release?"
"Sometimes," Sharon had to admit. Her husband Cal especially.
"I can go on and on like this," Veronica said proudly. "I can clit-fuck you to one wild climax after another."
Flailing the whip and now fucking like a mink had loosened strands of Veronica's upswept hair.
Sharon sighed and fucked back, pumping and grinding her soft hips to increase the delightful pressure on her clit. She gazed up at the young woman astride her. Without thick glasses and frumpy clothes, Veronica was simply stunning-a lithe, regal beauty.
"My son would love to fuck you," she said in a voice strained by exertion.
"No man will ever touch me," the lesbian said hotly. "And I'm going to make you quit thinking about those abusive cocks." She writhed and twisted down again on Sharon's tingling cut.
"Ooooh, it is good. I do like the way you make me cum!" Sharon's voice tensed into a scream of lewd pleasure. Her slow-building climax had finally reached its shivering peak.
Veronica would not let the climax end. She kept up the relentless grinding rhythm of her hips until Sharon's lush body was too weak to do more than shiver in weary satisfaction. "Now I'm going to suck your hot sweet cunt and make you cum again."
"No, not yet. I'm not ready. Let me rest."
"I'll never let you rest. I love your soft flowing curves too much. I like the feel of your writhing body beneath mine, and this time you're going to make me cum with you."
"How?"
"By sucking my thick hot clit while I eat your cunt." Veronica swirled around into a crouch astride Sharon's face.
"No, I don't want to do that. I think it's obscene."
"What sexual pleasure isn't obscene in someone's mind?" The statuesque blonde hunched down so the taut, slender lips of her sleek silver-haired cunt were only an inch above Sharon's gaping mouth.
She had never examined a cunt so close up, the intricate folds of skin outside, the soft pink wet lips within. And Veronica's enormous clit, sultry and wet with dripping fuck honey. Beads of gleaming moisture swelled on its indented head and dripped down on Sharon's lips.
"Hungh," Sharon groaned, not liking the taste at first.
Veronica bowed her head and more long silver waves of hair broke free. They glistened and swirled, softly brushing Sharon's lush pussy mound.
"Yyyuuummm," the blonde cooed. "The scent of your cunt is so thrilling. It's gushing steamy damp warmth just for me." She hunched lower and pressed her own yawning silver cunt slit to Sharon's mouth. "Eat me, you lusciously lewd bitch. Suck my cunt and make me cum with you."
"Mungh," Sharon mumbled. The tangy sharp scent of pussy filled her nose. The taste flooded over her tongue. She recoiled in disgust, not wanting such intimate contact with another woman.
"You must learn that women can know pleasure without men," Veronica said. She wagged her tongue into Sharon's recently whipped cunt and curled it under her budding little clit.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" the auburn-haired woman sighed happily.
She tasted more dripping fuck honey then and could only think what a waste it was. Veronica's sleek tight cunt had never felt cock. She tongued the narrow gash and licked her bulging big clit.
"Hhhmmm, good. You're getting the idea," Veronica said. "Suck on my clit. Pull and tease it. Swirl it with your lips. Work your tongue like a soft whip!"
She dropped her head and flowing silver mane, then flailed Sharon's wet cunt expertly to show exactly how she wanted it done. Veronica was an expert cunt sucker. Each lapping and sucking motion fired a differently delightful sensation into Sharon's cunt.
Gasping, she tried to imitate Veronica's deft tongue. The silver-blonde moaned and squirmed, pressing her cunt down hard and pumping with her hips to fuck Sharon's mouth with her clit.
Sharon took the mini-thrusts because her own senses were soaring. She sealed her lips on Veronica's clit, sucked to swell it even more, then circled her tongue all around its pulsing tip.
Sharon tried to pretend it was a tiny cock she had in her mouth. The woman's throat ached for the filling strain of male strength. Veronica's fucking and sucking motions were all right for a warm up, but Sharon knew that she would never be completely satisfied without a big hot prick.
Half dazed with delight, Sharon strained to think. Veronica met nearly all of Mike's requirements. She was blonde and beautifully sleek. And she was a virgin. Perhaps not quite as young and innocent as he would like, but her dread of real fucking would make up for that.
Sharon splayed her legs as wide as she could and screamed, "Fuck me, Veronica! Wiggle your tongue deep in my cunt. Oooooh, yes-that's so much better than any man's cock."
That was all so much bullshit, but Sharon knew she would have to keep the lesbian bitch busy until Mike came home from school. She thought of the painful whipping she had received and wanted to watch Mike punish the dominating cunt.
She grinned lewdly, her face buried in Veronica's crotch. Her tongue danced with delight. Sharon could only think of Mike's big cock ripping into the narrow gash, shredding her tender cherry and pushing deep where no tongue could possibly reach.
Veronica felt the excited strokes of Sharon's tongue. She purred feline sounds of delight. The woman had lost her inhibitions. They twined and squirmed together, mouth to cunt and cunt to mouth. Shock waves of eerie delight pulsed from one to the other. They felt and gave lewd pleasure at the same time.
Veronica rasped with excitement. Sharon's cunt hunger had become voracious. The lesbian blonde had no idea that a lust for vengeance fired Sharon's lewd passion.
The tall, sleek blonde grinned contentedly and bowed her head down again. Nothing satisfied her spiteful hate for the male sex like winning over a beautiful woman. Both Sharon's lecherous son and husband would be shocked senseless when they learned Sharon had taken up with another woman. A woman no man could touch.
"You can move in with me," Veronica said. "I have a marvelous apartment, much nicer than this. We'll make love all the time."
Sharon was about to agree-anything to keep the bitch on the string until Mike arrived to show her what real sex is all about. But then she thought better. Veronica would expect some reluctance.
"What about my son?" she asked. "I can't just leave him."
"Let him go home to his father."
"After what he's done with me? My husband Cal won't let him in the house."
"They can work that out," Veronica said indifferently. "Two filthy men deserve each other."
"Yyyeeesss," Sharon purred as she went back to sucking silver-fleeced cunt. She was thinking, I can't wait until one of them gives you what you deserve! Mike would be home from school in about two hours.